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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years ago

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@flowerchildasriel said in a comment: I really wanna see LQR and the cat he didn’t really want but is now his secret bff (wwx) doing stuff together

And then I laughed and wrote a fic

Bagatelle in E Minor - ao3

(series: Variations on WWX & LQR in Assorted Keys)

“We are not getting a pet,” Lan Qiren said firmly.

“There’s no rule against it,” Lan Xichen said. He looked earnest and hopeful, and the small puppy in his arms matched his expression perfectly, tail wagging furiously, as if it wanted to help convince him to buy it from the equally hopeful-looking merchant selling it. “Shufu, just give me a chance! Look how soft and sweet he is, and of course, I’ll take care of him in every respect…you’ll won’t even noticed him, I swear!”

Lan Qiren highly doubted that.

His nephew was adorable and well-meaning, serious and studious and responsible, but…a pet? While it was true there was no sect rule against it, and naturally there were always servants to help with maintaining any living creature they wished, Lan Qiren just had the distinct suspicion that the person who was going to end up with responsibility for the creature was going to be himself. Moreover, if he permitted this, what sort of precedent was he setting – was Lan Wangji going to ask for something next?

“Please, shufu?”

On the other hand, his nephew asked for so very little. He’d grown up far too early, long before he should; normally, he was quite mature, even overly mature…it wasn’t really that bad for him to be showing a bit of childishness, was it?

“…fine,” Lan Qiren said. If Lan Wangji showed up with an inappropriate request, he’d hold the line and refuse at that later time. “You may keep the dog.”

Lan Xichen really did take care of the dog, or at least he did for the first few months. It was only – he explained apologetically after a little while – the dog really did seem so very drawn to Lan Qiren in particular, and it seemed unwontedly cruel to keep separating them. The dog was always spending time in Lan Qiren’s quarters, napping at his feet, accompanying him on his morning patrols, running to fetch things that Lan Qiren threw in a fit of temper, playing cute to try to soothe said temper, being quiet when he was truly busy…surely this was simply meant to be?

“Fine,” Lan Qiren sighed. He’d expected this from the start, hadn’t he? And the dog – an energetic and rotund little piggy named Zhuzhu – was rather more pleasant company than he’d expected when the idea of a pet had first come up, having actually lived up to the merchant’s promise of being housebroken and being really quite clever. Lan Qiren had to admit he liked the dog much more than he expected. “Fine, Xichen. It’s fine.”

Anyway, Lan Qiren was used to managing things for other people. What was one more?

“No more pets.”

“But…shufu…!”

Lan Qiren glared fiercely.

“…is this about Yunyun?” Lan Xichen asked meekly.

“No, but you should visit her more often,” Lan Qiren scolded his elder nephew. “You’re the one who insisted on adopting a cat in the first place, but now she lives at my house! Just like the dog, and the fish, and –”

“You said you found the fish peaceful! You built them a pond they could stay in without even asking!”

“That’s not the point.”

“And it’s not my fault Yunyun loves you so much! She purrs whenever you’re around, and cries whenever you’re not!”

“…she does not cry.”

“She meows piteously, shufu. Piteously. Like her heart is breaking. Even Wangji will tell you! She waits by the door, too – it’s as if she thinks no one will feed her if you’re not there.” Lan Xichen thought for a moment. “Zhuzhu does it, too, except he’s more excitable about it.”

Lan Qiren was well aware of how excitable Zhuzhu could be when he was worried about someone leaving. He was starting to suspect the dog had abandonment issues.

“And I’ve seen you petting Yunyun –”

“The point is not that the cat is soft,” Lan Qiren said, endeavoring not to get distracted from what he was saying, even if Yunyun was in fact extremely soft and cloudlike, her warm quietly purring presence in his lap remarkably soothing and helpful to meditation. She got along very well with Zhuzhu, too, and to his pleasure, neither of them bothered the fish – they were exceedingly intelligent animals, clearly superior to others of the same kind. “The point is not that the dog is loyal. The point is that they were supposed to be yours, and now they are mine. This ends here. No more pets.”

Lan Xichen pouted.

“No, Xichen. Do not disrespect your elders.”

“All right, all right, shufu, you’re right, I’ll obey…what am I supposed to do with these songbirds, then?”

“I don’t know,” Lan Qiren said, exasperated. “Give them to Nie Mingjue to take home or something. Maybe someone in the Unclean Realm will appreciate them!”

“Rabbits,” Lan Qiren said, and rubbed his forehead.

“Mm,” Lan Wangji said. He had a mulish expression on his face as if he expected resistance and was firmly committed to fighting through it with every last ounce of strength he possessed.

Lan Qiren was almost tempted to try, but he’d been too indulgent with Lan Xichen to be firm with Lan Wangji now, and he did try to avoid hypocrisy.

“You’re taking care of them,” he warned, and Lan Wangji brightened like the sun. “You can recruit junior disciples to assist you, if you wish, but I’m not getting involved. I had enough of that with Xichen. Is that understood?”

“Yes, shufu. I understand.”

“Good.”

“Should we do something?” some junior disciple whispered to another. “I’d remove them, but…Teacher is finally sleeping, and I don’t want to disturb him.”

“Leave them where they are. We’ll pick them up later.”

Lan Qiren wasn’t actually sleeping, the pricking pain of his still-healing wounds tormenting him too much to manage it. He could have called the junior disciples over to take away the small group of rabbits that had, for whatever ridiculous reason, decided that he was, however big, one of them and decided to nestle themselves by his side for a nap.

Just as they’d done in the terrifying aftermath of the burning of the Cloud Recesses, when Lan Xichen had been missing, Lan Wangji had been taken involuntarily to the Nightless City for indoctrination, and Lan Qiren himself had been trapped in his sickbed, unable to move but still continuing to work without cease, trying desperately to keep his sect together and start salvaging whatever they could. That had been when the rabbits had first come to hide next to him, right alongside the cat and the dog he’d had for what seemed like forever by now, seeking shelter from the storm – shelter he couldn’t provide to his nephews, to his sect, to himself, but which he could provide to these little helpless creatures.

…whatever.

He didn’t really need the junior disciples to take them away. That would only disturb their rest, and his, and anyway it wasn’t like they were bothering anyone. They were surprisingly cute, for rabbits…

Lan Qiren closed his eyes and drifted back into sleep once more.

“Absolutely not,” Lan Wangji declared.

Lan Qiren blinked owlishly up at his nephew, who had come into his rooms rather abruptly and without introducing himself. What’s more, Lan Xichen was there as well, following a step behind him, and most unusually of all, Lan Xichen was smiling – a rarity after the events of the Guanyin Temple, although not completely unheard of now that he had re-exited seclusion and rejoined the sect once more. A smile that broad was especially rare, though, and a pleasure to see, even if Lan Qiren didn’t entirely know what was motivating it.

“Hey, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian said cheerfully, raising his hand in a jaunty wave. “There you are! Teacher Lan and I were just going over some musical notation together – I’d been looking for you, but then it turned out Teacher Lan was sorting through some really interesting documents and I offered to help. I must have lost track of time…Were you looking for me?”

“Shufu,” Lan Wangji said to Lan Qiren, rather uncharacteristically ignoring Wei Wuxian. “Shufu, this is unacceptable.”

“What is?” Lan Qiren asked, utterly bemused. He had assigned himself the work of sorting through everything in the forbidden section of the library after what had happened with Jin Guangyao, wanting to make sure there was an index and a record, but also curious to know what other songs might lay in there – it had been the latter that had drawn Wei Wuxian’s attention, of course. No surprise, really, given that Wei Wuxian, although a complete rascal, was an expert of musical cultivation in his own way; they had been having a very productive conversation. It was almost enough to make Lan Qiren think that living with him in the Cloud Recesses wouldn’t be a complete disaster.

Anyway, he’d thought that Lan Wangji always been quite hopeful that his uncle and his husband would start improving their relationship…?

“It was one thing when it was Zhuzhu that you ended up raising on xiongzhang’s behalf,” Lan Wangji said solemnly, and behind him Lan Xichen raised his sleeve to cover his mouth to (unsuccessfully) hide his growing laughter. “Or when it was Yunyun, who likes you best, or the fish, or even my rabbits, which I have always taken care of by myself but which seem to prefer you regardless. But you are not permitted to adopt my husband!”

#mdzs #lan qiren #lan xichen #lan wangji #wei wuxian #my fic #my fics #variations

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rosebuds-painted-my-cats · 4 years ago

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I love this website cause unlike other websites that leave character limits on everything on Tumblr I can go in the tags and ramble about interacting with cats for 2 paragraphs and nothing will stop me

#I keep trying to leave comments on people’s posts that are informative or just overwhelmingly positive and then it’s like #:) character limit reached :)#gives me flashbacks to essays in class that I had to keep under a certain number of words #I go through and take out unnecessary words at the expense of my anxiety at not sounding professional or getting my point across clearly #at least in the tags I can complete sentences in the next tag if I reach the character limit here #anyway interacting with cats is great when you’ve got a chill energy #they don’t respond well to constant attention/high energy as far as I can tell #chilling in the same room with them without even looking their way is a sign of affection #also if ur unsure where to pet a cat just put ur hand in front of their face gently and they’ll usually tilt their head #and they’ll let u scratch their head or cheeks or chin all happily :)#also also I feel like people who are primarily use to dogs need to know that cats really are not dogs #they are not just sassy refined dogs treat them like a dog and you will get scratched or bit #dogs will growl if they’re unhappy cats will lash their tails when they’re ready to attack somethin #a wagging tail on a cat may mean excitement but it does not mean it is happy it means it’s probably gonna leave soon #or rip ur hand up if it’s less gentle/chill #just.. don’t full body pet a cat a ton.. or pick them up weirdly.. or make loud noises at them #dogs may love some of that excitable behavior but this is what makes cats lash out for ‘no reason’#anyway I mentioned a two paragraph ramble on cats so now I have provided #1am ramble finished good night #have a good night or day!! and hydrate or diedrate kiddos #p.s. fun fact! since cats love vibing without being actively sought after they do tend to like people who don’t like/are allergic to cats

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tklpilled · 3 years ago

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nonhuman traits

a/n: forgot to finish and queue this </3

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“Where does the tail come from?” Tommy asks.

Ranboo turns to look at it. “What do you mean?”

“Well, endermen don’t have tails. So it’s from your other half. What is it?”

He hums. “I don’t know.”

“And your horns, too,” Tommy continues. “And these. What the fuck is with these.” He holds up Ranboo’s hand, showing him the pads on his palm and fingers. “You’re like a cat.”

Ranboo groans. “Please. I get that enough from Tubbo.”

“But it’s true!” Tommy laughs. “You’ve got a tail and fuckin’ paw beans, you literally purr, I don’t know what else you could be. The only thing that doesn’t match up is the horns.”

“‘m not a cat,” Ranboo huffs.

“Sure you aren’t. Do you want some belly rubs?” Tommy jokes, reaching to vibrate a claw-shaped hand into Ranboo’s stomach.

Ranboo squeals, grabbing his wrist and shoving him away. “Noho, I dohon’t!”

Tommy grins. “Fine then.” He instead moves to scratch behind Ranboo’s ears. Ranboo bursts into giggles, but as Tommy lightens his touch, he begins purring in between.

“N- noho,” Ranboo mumbles, trying to grab his hand again.

“Catboy.”

“Shuhuhut uhup….”

Eventually, Tommy gets bored, but Ranboo grabs onto his wrist before he can do anything else. In a quick movement, he pulls Tommy into his lap, wrapping his tail around his waist to keep him there. He doesn’t waste any time, just digs into Tommy’s hips while his tail swishes over his stomach.

Tommy is quickly in hysterics, leaning back against Ranboo to try and escape. “Noho! No, no, wahahait!”

“Wait for what?” Ranboo asks, smiling as he listens to his friend’s bubbly laughter. “I’m just getting revenge.”

“You dihihick— shihihit!”

Ranboo leans down to nibble at Tommy’s neck, pleasantly surprised at how effective it is. His excitement means his tail is wagging harder, which doesn’t help Tommy’s situation.

Ranboo stops soon after, though. He’s never really tickled Tommy, he’s only seen Tubbo do it before and he’s poked at him here and there, so he doesn’t know what the limit is. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him.

It seems like that was a mistake, though. Tommy doesn’t take very long to recover, and once he does, he pounces on Ranboo again and pins his arms above his head. Tommy’s style of tickling is different from everyone else’s, although in all honesty, it’s not like Ranboo has much experience.

There’s only been a few people who have tickled him before, and they each have unique ways that they go about it. Tubbo is unpredictable and spontaneous, switching to a different spot before Ranboo can get used to one. He seems to just want to make Ranboo laugh.

Techno is unpredictable, too, but in a more organised way. He focuses mainly on what gets the most reactions out of the half-ender, choosing not to tease very much but when he does it always feels like it’s at the perfect moment.

Similarly, Phil is strategic, but in a softer way, and not just because of his feathered wings. He radiates a kind of comfort that Techno doesn’t quite have. Then there’s Niki, and she’s the most playful. She giggles along with him, cooing at all of his reactions and teasing him until his face feels like it’s on fire.

Tommy isn’t like any of them. He’s surprisingly light, and even when he’s being “rougher”, it’s still gentle. Ranboo isn’t sure if Tommy is really good at this, or if he’s just sensitive. He doesn’t really tease, exactly, but he makes dumb comments that just make Ranboo laugh harder.

It’s fun, actually. Tommy may be competing against Tubbo for the role of Favourite Tickler.

He stops before Ranboo tells him to, causing a disappointed whine to slip out. Tommy’s eyes widen and he looks like he’s going to do something more, but then Ranboo pulls him into the same position that they were just in, with the roles reversed this time. Tommy squirms under him, even more so when Ranboo starts tickling him. The hybrid can’t help but grin. As much as he likes being on the receiving end, he absolutely loves his friends’ laughter, especially if he’s the cause of it.

By the time the sun starts setting, they’re both collapsed in a pile, giggly yet content. Ranboo asks Tommy to stay for the night. He accepts. They wake up the next morning with arms around each other and Ranboo’s face buried in soft blond curls.

Even after his friend has left, he couldn’t wipe the lingering smile off his face if he tried.

#my writing #my fics #arty writes #tickle fic #d/smp #switch!ranboo #switch!tommy #lee!ranboo #ler!ranboo #lee!tommy #ler!tommy #mcytickletober

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bigtittydemonwife · 4 years ago

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The pasta’s love language Part 1

Jeff The Killer

Protectiveness

this is the most obviously way the bastard man lets you know he cares about you

Behind the asshole tsundere attitude and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude about life lays another smaller asshole and buried deep under that lays the small boy that picked a fight with three bullies to protect his loving brother

Weather it’s him decking o**enderman for being creepy or saving you from a tricky last victim it seems Jeff always knows when your in trouble

So low-key about it you never really notice his eyes on you until you’re being helped, and even then you never notice how they never leave

Jeff is like a dog, but not the loving wagging tail dog, the asshole that stands on your feet with his sharp claws, rips open your pillows and terrorises the mailman so much your mail is delivered by drone.

but he is also the dog that late at night sneaks onto your bed and whenever there’s someone strange approaching you on the street at night stands in front of you and bares his teeth

Physical Touch

Jeff’s love isn’t soft

Jeff’s love is as rough as he is

Jeff’s touch is soft head-pats after you put someone in their place

His touch is high fives after a successful mission where your hands linger together

His touch is quick side hugs before he goes off to go do something stupid

Cheeky neck kisses in front of others to make you flustered

fingers running though your hair or down your sides whenever he gets bored

easiest way to get cuddled by this man? after a mission when he’s too tired to act like a tsundere

Jeff is funnily like a cat in this regards, his cuddles are fun but he has to want to, otherwise it’s deemed as unnecessary

Defensiveness

Jeff isn’t a rational man

So when he gets jealous his first response is to just stab the guy and run

Ass a traumatised stubborn teen Jeff is quick to anger but he toe’s the line (aha reference) at when people disrespect you

Is he an asshole to you all the time?

Yes

Is he the only person who can be mean to you?

Yes

Despite what everyone thinks Jeff does understand the difference between mean teasing and just being an asshole

And if your someone like me who shows your love to people you care about by teasing and being mean to him he’s gonna understand if your friends are the same way

What he does not accept is anyone who dares treat you like your lower than them

thats when he pulls out his knife and commits stabby stabby

Ticci Toby

Physical Touch

Unlike Jeff when Toby is in love he’s a touchy feely person

And once again unlike Jeff when it comes to cuddles Toby is most likely to be the one to initiate cuddles

On a good day Toby recharges with touch

Most of the time he’s all over you

His favourite way to cuddle is him on the bottom with you on his chest and your face buried into his neck

If you cuddle with him like that theres a 97% chance you are not leaving any time soon

He loves to hold your hands alot, Toby hands are an eternal mystery as sometimes their cold as fuck and others their super warm

After a really bad day when he’s had his alone time and recharged (which can take as long as a week) he just wants to lay with you a bit

this usually happens when he’s burnt out (missions do not help)

on days like that he wants to be held in your arms and rest his head on your chest

that way as he falls asleep he can hear your heartbeat and know your safe and alive

Compliments

Toby is an asshole, but he’s a lovable asshole

And on a good day when he’s happy and in love he’s acting like a lovestuck school boy

He’s the type to give you either the cutest nicknames or the weirdest

One day he’ll call you love the next Mustard

His compliments are the sweetest thing ever because of how special they are

instead of complimenting something basic about you (well not basic but well seen by everyone) he compliments you on some of the most obscure things that you didn’t think anyone noticed about you

“I love how fast you talk when you get excited”

“I love easily you get along with sally”

“Your eyes glow in the sunset, it’s really pretty”

Ben Drowned

Space

Ben is an antisocial person.

He’s not bitter about it but most of the time he prefers to keep to himself

Ben understands if his partner isn’t like that, but one of his ways of showing love is giving them space to be their own person

While Ben does love to spend time with you and share interests and hobbies

He is a human demon? ghost? thing that loves alone time

And by giving you space and your own time alone it’s his way of letting you still have freedom to be you

Ben recharges his social battery with a quiet atmosphere so alone time or cuddle time is his favourite thing to do with you when he’s down

Don’t get me wrong he loves cuddles

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to be clinging to you 24/7

Acts of service

Ben is a patient person

Despite what people think all his years of gaming have taught him a lot about taking his time and how easier it is to get things done when he’s chill

So he’s quite alright with doing things for people when they need help

But even so he’s still his own person

So he doesn’t usually do it for free unless it’s for someone he really cares about

And that’s when you come in

Ben is basically ready to do anything for you

Will Jeff call him a simp? Yes, will he care? No

In the end of the day he’s getting ass and Jeff’s not

Anyway

You could ask him to hack the government for you and he would

But basic shit is him bringing you snacks he stole from Jeff’s room when your hungry

He just likes making you happy

Physical Touch

Ironically enough in complete contradiction of the first one Ben actually loves spending time with you

Not all the time, otherwise in his opinion the time he gets with you will feel less special

But when either of you have a bad day he likes to either cuddle you and take a nap or hold you while you both/ he plays video games

Ben’s a ghost? Thing so his body is always cold

That’s one of the reasons why he loves holding you so much is feeling your warm body against him

He likes to nap on your tiddys because 1) he’s perverted and 2) he likes to hear your heartbeat

He finds the sound of it fascinating

Sometimes he feels his pulse just because the shock of not feeling anything is fun to him

Ben is probably one of the easiest pastas to date

He’s like a house cat

Just give him attention and water and he can fend for himself all good

Eyeless Jack

Giving Gifts

Jack in love is a very very confusing thing

Not because he’s contradictory but because the way he flirts sometimes ties into his demonic animalistic tendencies

For example

His gifts to you can sometimes be very sweet things that instead are normal gifts like flowers or chocolates but instead small things like breakfast in bed after a stressful mission (He may or may not use his acting like a doctor as an excuse yes EJ is the mansions doctor fight me bitch)

and then other times it’s organs like a heart or an eyeball, bones or a skull (sometimes animal) and sometimes even teeth, if your lucky most of the time once more they just belong to some pour animal in the woods

and they say romance is dead

Jacks way of showing love is sorta a mixture of how some birds gift their mates things to flirt and how cats give their owners dead animals

He’s cute I swear

Acts of Service

Unlike Ben jack isn’t going to drop everything to please you

but once again the way he shows his love is more casual(?) (I mean he gives you dead things to show his love that ain’t casual)

and if he’s in a good mood/ had a good day then more often than not you’ll find yourself being spoiled in a completely Jack way?

You’re thirsty? He made you both coffee/ tea/ hot chocolate

You’re on a mission and it’s raining? Take his jacket (not like he’s gonna die from the cold)

You’re hungry? Take a snack from his secret stash that no one else is aloud to go through (though most of the time it’s filled with organs)

Jack hates it when his lover is stressed so he likes to do whatever he can to help them out

Physical Touch

I hate to sound stereotypical but Jack does this the most because he is extremely touch starved

Trust me he’s not into PDA at all but behind closed doors he’s finding any excuse he can get to touch you ( with your consent )

he loves sleeping together because usually at night he’s reading or trying to piece together his broken parts

But when he’s holding you in his arms, and whispering how much he loves you in your ear when he’s sure you’re asleep he feels like he doesn’t to be whole

that he can’t expect you to fix him at all, but being with you is enough to make him feel like instead of being broken, being fractured is alright

But weather it’s his hand on your cheek on your hands laced together Jack likes to feel your skin against his

fucckkkk I’m tired, this like took three days, you’re getting a part two when I don’t feel like my head’s trying to kill itself and no I did not spell check this nor will I ever as spellings for pussys and people who graduate school

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sourcedfable · 3 years ago

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Do you have any headcanons for Lucien? I’m currently having Lucien brain rot at the moment lol

indeed! some are physical appearance, so i may show some of those eventually, but i think i can provide a decent description(?)

ok, so !

- obviously the tail wags when excited or somethin,, he’s not really used to expressing positive emotion so that’s a good indicator of mood without down right asking

- it was kinda implied on a stream / audio he can sing to an extent so like..if cooking something for listener you could sometimes hear him hum

- def hugs from behind,, height difference (bonus if he’s tired and does this he’ll lean his head on listeners to hold them closer)

- ANOTHER THING ABOUT HIM BEING TIRED which is like all the time but anyways,, if listener tries to leave the bed or smth yeah yk,, subconsciously hold them closer/tighter

- yk how penguins collect pebbles for their loved ones,, yeah.

- secret but not so secretly sediment about small things or details about listener

- in denial of separation anxiety

- usually holding listener someway or another when they're together bc of said denial (take that as you will)

- this is a really personal thing i do but bc his name literally means light in french listener would sometimes call him that as a more intimate petname

- said petname is more so used for reassurance

- says he likes horror but very scared in reality (main thing listener teases him about)

- will NOT for the life of him let listener cook anymore ever since he perfected his cooking skills

-listener used to initiate affection all the time in the beginning now its him

-can float on occasion.. balance sucks

- trips over tail when flustered (its rare now)

- cat enthusiast

- purrs. thats all im gonna say.

- secretly enjoys bubble baths

- whenever listener caresses his face his ears twitch lightly bc not used to soft affection even if listener does it all the time

- cold hands. its ironic but it makes sense to me

- if listener holds him gently you can literally feel his heat like. idk how to word this but yeah he soft <3

- oh you know they hold each other 24/7 at home

- has come to appreciate lighter aesthetics bc angels

OK SO PHYSICAL

i will attach art soon :)

- hair is a mix of wavy/curly texture

- mid/longer length (shorter than seths)

- black markings that look inked

- red fades to black on arms/hands, beginning of tail

anon i am so sorry if it seems i ignored this..its been in my drafts for awhile bc ive wanted to come back when i had a better mindset. thank you for the ask <3

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice big red #yuurivoice lucien

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sakumareikun · 3 years ago

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rei with an s/o that has a dog?

it’s been like a week since the tls went off the wiki and i have no memory of whether pets actually like him or not. i also haven't looked for the undead stories yet, so we will brush that aside!

⇨ He knew you had a dog long before dating him. He expressed some interest in meeting said dog even before then, here and there. You wonder if it tied into him asking you out, but he assured you that meeting your dog would be 'the cherry on top of a milkshake, but no one orders a milkshake only to eat the cherry.'

⇨ The first time you invited him over, you again got the impression he was more excited about meeting the dog. But he knew your worries. "The quote 'like owner, like dog' applies here. I am enthusiastic because I adore you, therefore I will adore your dog as well." He fully expects the dog to love him, just like you do!

⇨ However, once you open the door and your dog runs right over, it sees Rei and immediately stops wagging its tail. Your dog stares at him for a few seconds, backs up and growls.

⇨ Rei is shocked. You are also a little shocked. Your dog is... not usually aggressive. He backs away from you and the dog both to close the door behind him, and look at you for help.

⇨ You reassure him that he may just have to earn your dog's trust.

⇨ ... So.

⇨ What had to happen to earn your dog's trust: show the dog directly He Is Safe For You. He interpreted this as physical safety.

⇨ This was a fantastic excuse to cuddle every time he visited. Arms over your shoulders or waist, sometimes hands, drumming his fingers on your side, slipping his fingers through yours and lightly squeezing, gentler kisses than usual... he seemed much more aware of his physical contact than usual. Intentional contact seemed unusual from him, Rei definitely intended those when in your place.

⇨ Although he didn't necessarily need an excuse, you're pretty sure he thought it at least once to himself to justify being cuddly in general. ('Respecting your boundaries' wasn't the only reason he held off over at your place, but you didn't pry when your dog was watching carefully.)

⇨ You told him he really doesn't have to be this careful around you just because your dog's watching. It'll warm up to him.

⇨ Relatedly, on multiple occasions, you had to tell him to let your dog come to him at its own pace. Don't make eye contact constantly, don't let him hold his hand out to it all the time. That's a cat thing.

⇨ So, your dog eventually relaxes and doesn't watch him with so much wary anymore. But does that mean the dog wants to interact with him... ?

⇨ You came back from the bathroom once as he typed "How do I get dogs to like me?" on the screen. That was very smile-worthy.

⇨ And then you offered Rei the bag of treats. He shook it, the dog heard, came over, and stared at him. He put one in his hand, held it out to the dog, waited, and...

⇨ When it came over, your dog actually wagged its tail (or its entire behind, if it has no tail) and took the treat - it even waited for another one. Of course he gave it one more treat. He was so elated over this, and barely managed to restrain himself from trying to pet it.

⇨ And over the next few visits, he fed your dog, played with it, went on walks with both you and the dog (even if those had to be discreet with him being an idol.)

⇨ You can finally rest easy knowing that he doesn't come over just for your dog. As he said, your dog is the cherry on top of the milkshake.

⇨ But that doesn't mean he doesn’t love the dog. He does! Just nowhere near as much as he loves you!

⇨ (That may just have been the very first time he's told you he loved you.)

#rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #this really did take me like 2 weeks huh #i'm so sorry to the requester #i didn't even reread this one so i might have misformatted something

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devildom-tyrant · 5 years ago

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hi! i absolutely adore your writing! this blog and your undertale blog are just *chef’s kiss* anyway, i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, and Beel concerning the new animal event? as in, MC wants to touch their animal ears and/or tails! how would they react and how would it turn out? could MC also already be their S/O in this? thank you! ❤️

Lucifer

Before your wandering hand can reach his wolf-like ears, Lucifer grasps your wrist, a smirk curving his lips. Even though he’s a literal predator now, he’s always had a predatory gleam in his eyes, one you can see clearly as he leans in toward you.

“Your pulse is racing,” he murmurs, and the blunt way he points it out causes your face to flush. It’s so difficult to not be flustered by him, even now.

“It doesn’t take wolf instincts to know that,” you shoot back, tugging your wrist from his grip.

“True. However, I can tell that you want something from me. You’re excited; your blood is practically pounding in your veins, and even your eyes seem slightly dilated. It’s easier to detect subtle changes in this form.”

“You could already read me like a book,” you insist, your face heating up even more. There’s something about the way he’s looking at you that’s making your heart pound... It makes you feel like prey, like he could pounce on you at any moment. Honestly, the anticipation is something you’re discovering you like. “So, tell me what I want from you.”

“The same thing I want from you.”

That smirk hasn’t left his lips. For a non-answer, he’s spot-on; you know he wants to touch you, to put his heightened senses to the test and see what draws what reaction. What you want right now, however, is a bit more innocent.

“Okay then. I’ll go first,” you return, reaching toward him again. He quirks a brow, but doesn’t halt your hand’s progress this time, and your fingertips graze the side of his ear. The fur is soft on the inner part, with a coarse layer on the outer portion, and they twitch beneath your touch. They’re interesting, but what really has your attention is his tail.

His smirk has faded slightly, but his attention is still riveted to you as you move your exploration to the fluffy wolf tail that remains still behind him. His expression is more guarded now, but he doesn’t move to stop you as you stroke the fur gently. It isn’t as soft as Belphie’s, but it’s still fluffier than most of the other tails, and you enjoy petting it.

Suddenly, it jerks from your grasp, and you think for a moment that you hurt him. One quick glance up at Lucifer, however, reveals a light blush to his features, and that he isn’t quite meeting your gaze.

His tail is still moving back and forth. Realization dawns, and you grin. “Are you wagging your tail, Lucifer?”

“Be quiet.” His words lack any actual bite. “Do you realize how hard it’s been to keep it from wagging? It has a mind of its own.”

“I think you’re just happy, and your tail is showing that,” you claim, reaching up again to give an ear a pet. Lucifer finally looks at you again, his hands coming up to rest at your waist.

“You should already know that I’m always happy when you’re near me.”

Mammon

“You’re starin’.”

There’s a blush across Mammon’s face as he side-eyes you, and you snap back to reality. Yes, you had been staring at Mammon’s new features, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Your ears and tail keep moving,” you point out, and he crosses his arms, blushing harder.

“I-it’s not like I’m doin’ it on purpose! They won’t stop!”

“Maybe it’s because you’re happy?” you tease, trying to get him to turn an even brighter red. He’s always been so easy to fluster.

“W-well, yeah... Yeah, you could say that. But if they’re gonna move every time I’m happy, this crap’s gonna get annoyin’ fast.”

With a grin, you reach out and touch one of his tiger ears, and Mammon’s attention snaps to you. “What’re ya-- Oh.” His voice trails when you gently scratch behind his ear, and you quirk an eyebrow. The thin tiger tail flicks behind him.

“Does that feel good?” you inquire, trying to read his expression. He’s still so flustered, torn between dismissively lying or being honest, but you’re at the point in your relationship where the latter often wins.

“Y-yeah...” There’s a growl to his voice that you haven’t heard since he first changed and ran off to avoid devouring you. He clears his throat, trying to rid himself of it, even though you find it pretty hot. “Dammit, I feel weird sayin’ that. This whole animal thing’s weird, even for us.”

Your fingers hesitate. “Should I stop?”

“No!” He cuts in a little too quickly, and then closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath. “I mean... you seem like you’re enjoyin’ yourself. So ya don’t gotta stop.”

“Okay, then.” You keep rubbing his ears, and your smile grows as he leans into your touch, tilting his head toward your fingers. His tail flicks toward you, hitting against your thigh, and you reach down with your free hand to stroke it. Mammon keeps his eyes closed to avoid the embarrassment, though his tail continues to flick away, and his ears move beneath your fingers.

You have to admit, you like him in this form, and you’re glad it’s going to last another week. Even if he still has trouble admitting his feelings sometimes, these new features make it difficult for him to hide them.

Plus, you really like petting him.

Satan

The cat of Wrath may just be sitting next to you on the couch, reading a book, but you can’t stop wistfully looking at his cat ears. It’s fitting that he would change into a cat, you can’t help but think, especially considering his contact picture in your phone is a selfie of him with a cat ears and whiskers filter overlay.

“Do you want to touch them?”

Startled from your thoughts, your gaze drops to Satan’s face, but he’s still looking at his book. “I can feel your eyes on my ears. You can touch them if you want.”

“Really?” you blurt, scooting closer on the couch.

“Of course.” He sets the book down on his lap and turns toward you, a smirk suddenly crossing his lips. “But I can’t say I won’t touch back.”

Just like that, he cups your cheek, fingers cradling your jawline to tilt your head back. You can feel your face reddening, and you realize his expression is the very picture of the cat who caught the canary. “We’re in the living room,” you point out, causing him to shrug.

“Yes, and?”

“And we’re not going to play cat and mouse in the living room,” you return, reaching up to pet affectionately pet his ear.

“Cat and mouse? Is that what you-- ah...” His eyes flutter closed, and he leans into your touch. “Actually... keep doing that.”

Just like that, Satan abandons his need to tease you, fingers slowly falling from your cheek, and he instead moves to curl up on the couch next to you, his head pillowed on your thigh. It’s a rare moment -- you don’t think he’s ever laid down with his head in your lap before -- but it’s easy to comply to his request and continue scratching behind his ears. They flick against your hand, the short fur tickling your palm, and you notice his tail curl around his waist.

After a moment, you can feel Satan’s chest vibrating, and his hands are moving against the couch cushion. He’s purring, actually purring! But that’s not all.

“Are you making biscuits?” you blurt, unable to keep the laughter out of your voice.

“What? For breakfast?”

“Nevermind.”

You keep petting, and the purring starts up again.

Beel

“Are you scared of me?”

Your eyes widen at Beel’s somewhat timid query, and you shake your head. “I’d never be scared of you.”

Beel’s eyes have a sad glaze as he frowns. “That’s not true. You looked scared when you ran away in the dining room, and that’s okay. I was scared of myself, honestly.”

Reaching out, you touch Beel’s arm and catch his gaze. “Okay, that was a little scary because I didn’t know what was happening. But, I’m not scared of you right now. I know you would never really hurt me.”

He doesn’t look reassured, but he shakes his head, swallowing back whatever is on his mind. “All right. Then why do you keep staring at me?”

“Oh, that? Because you look cute like this... and I really want to touch your ears and tail,” you admit with a sheepish smile. “They’re cute.”

“Oh. Is that all?” A relieved smile washes over his features, and he leans down, giving you better access to his ears. “Go ahead. I don’t mind.”

Grinning excitedly, you reach up and pet his ears, feeling them twitch beneath your touch. “That kinda tickles,” Beel says with a light chuckle, and his tail swishes closer to you. You turn your attention to it next, your palm stroking along it to the darker, bushy end. The fur there is fluffy and soft, and as Beel watches you pet it, all traces of his previous apprehension disappear.

“You look like you’re having fun. I’m glad.”

“I’m always having fun when I’m with you, Beel,” you reply, beaming up at him. His smile is gentle as he reaches up and pats your head, petting you just as you pet him.

#obey me #obey me game #obey me imagine #obey me drabble #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #Obey me beelzebub #paws and claws event #this was such a cute request #also thank you for all of the compliments!#i'm glad you like my undertale blog too!!#<3

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embrassemoi · 3 years ago

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 26

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader CW: Language, prejudice against MB, blood/injury, sexism A/N: as always, unbeta'd

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Chapter 26: Human Anatomy

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May 4th, 1976

Following the Mary incident, there were two Death Eater attacks in Birmingham plastered all over the Daily prophet now clutched in everyone’s hand. Y/N watched from the sidelines as Lily gripped her copy so strongly that it began to tear where her fingernails were.

Distantly, she could hear Marlene and Dorcas attempting to distract them by fighting over the last Chocolate Frog. Y/N ignored them, her mood dampened from the news and played with her food idly. That was until she felt Sirius nudge her underneath the table, quietly placing the now stolen Chocolate Frog into her hand.

It was clear that she and Sirius reached a standstill. Ever since his outburst, he hadn’t been avoiding her — they still snuck around — but his witty and snarky comments were gone. He’d become more reclusive, shy, even, and couldn’t keep eye contact for too long. A few times, she even caught him entertaining other women and it caused her to stiffen up, laugh bitterly and chip away at any logic, reason — manifesting in irritation and resentment.

It was a game of cat and mouse and Y/N was the cat. So the gesture was surprising. She took it from him, smiling as she ripped open the package and split it into two, giving him the larger half. He gave a reticent smirk and went back to his desert.

Sirius Black was confusing.

She saw Remus had put down his copy of the prophet, who pressed his lips together to hide his amusement as he looked between the two. His brow rose; she looked anywhere but him.

It was nearing the end of dinner when James finally joined, just coming from his career consultation. He went over to Ravenclaw’s table first, talking admittedly with Emmeline before making his way over. He was uncharacteristically nervous as he sat down beside Y/N.

“Saved you a plate,” Peter greeted. A large plate of spaghetti hovered in front of him. Normally James would’ve dug in within seconds, but instead prodded at a meatball with his fork. Everyone noticed but ignored it.

“What took you so long?”

Sirius grinned. “I bet McGonagall was listing off the Quidditch teams that want him. Which one is it? Appleby? Puddlemere?”

“I call Ballycastle,” Marlene warned, “I want their spot!”

James remained quiet.

“Don’t tell us you’re going to live off your trust fund,” teased Remus, but it had a questioning tone.

James’s gaze flittered to Lily’s paper before he spoke.“They all reached out.”

Everyone gave a loud round of applause and cheers; Y/N ruffled his hair while Peter conjured one of the floating candles to explode into confetti.

“That’s amazing! Congratulations, Prongs! You deserve —” “I’m turning them down, for now.”

Everyone went still, smiles fading and utensils dropping.

Remus was the first to speak. His eyes glossed cautiously around the table before leaning in. “Want to go somewhere a little more private? To talk?”

James took a deep inhale, peering over to Mary’s empty seat. Still shaken up, Mary had been hiding away in her dorm. As Marlene liked to say, she was pulling a sickie, and nobody could blame her. Then James’ eyes strayed towards Y/N.

“I told McGonagall that I’m enlisting once school’s done.”

Peter placed a tentative hand on him, “What did you say?”

“Er… after everything that’s happened…” He took a deep breath, “I’ve been thinking… I don’t want to live in a world where the people I care about are judged — innocent people are being… slaughtered... I can’t — I can’t just sit here and let it happen! And the war won’t end — not unless people are there to fight.”

Lily ripped her newspaper as she snapped, “This isn’t the time for jokes, Potter. You can’t just say that and —”

“I’m not joking,” James states calmly yet firmly. “Quidditch can wait until the wizarding world is safe.”

Nobody spoke until Dumbledore dismissed dinner.

“I said the same to McGonagall,” Sirius added. Everyone’s head whipped towards him.

“Is this a sick plan you two haven’t told me about?” Remus scolded. His voice was laced in something Y/N couldn’t place but teetered on the edge of indignation.

Sirius shook his head. “No. Never mentioned it to him. It’s just… I want to fight people like… my… family.”

The phrase echoed in her head: my family… What did that mean?

“Then that’s what I’ll do too.” Marlene states.

Dorcas whipped her head towards her. “No, you won’t.”

“Potter’s got a point,” Marlene says. “What good will my influence — power and position I’ve got as a Pureblood do if I don’t put it to use? Besides, my brothers have all enlisted already. They help with the Ministry and Dumbledore.”

Y/N and Lily stayed quiet, both shared a look — the first time either made direct eye contact since their fight. It communicated worry and pure dread.

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May 14, 1976

“You pincushion. You’re going to break if you aren’t careful!” She’d been waiting outside the hospital wing for Remus who hobbled his way out with a pink flush.

The Marauders and girls were taking ‘partnering up’ seriously. The Marauders escorted any Muggleborns around the castle at night; James, Peter and Sirius using their blood status while Remus used his height and prefect title as leverage. Even Marlene made sure every first or second year was escorted safely too.

In particular, ever since the mention of enlisting and Mary’s attack, James and Sirius were ruthless — merciless to anyone that showed even the slightest allegiance to the other side. More hexes, jinxs and pranks ensued.

Remus tilted his head as his body shook with quiet laughter. “Just a tumble.”

“Clumsy giant.”

He ignored her, going to take her bag off her shoulder to carry.

“Now you’ve lost it — give it.”

“I’m fine,” he grunted, going to dangle the bag so she wouldn’t be able to take it. But Remus staggered forward a bit, having to stop walking and balance himself out. Y/N noticed, sighing as she linked her arm with Remus’, letting him lean against her for support as they walked.

He did seem peaky, she worried, he waved it off. The Marauders did say he’s ill…

“Are we picking up Butterbeer?”

“Mary and Marlene are getting it.”

“Oh… Mary… How is she?”

Y/N sighed as they turned and left through a secret passageway and into the yard. Today was the last Quidditch game of the year. “I’m not sure… we’re not exactly close and Marlene refuses to spill.”

“I’m glad she’s… okay — out and about. What about you?”

“Me?” She turned to Remus.

“No one has tried to hurt you, have they?”

“Nope.” Best to lie.

Remus loosen up at that. His head tilted to hear her clearer, body hunched over as if he’s trying to get closer.

His soft messy curls were strewn messily around like he just rolled out of bed. “Do tell if someone does. I know you can defend yourself but we all need to be there for each other.”

“Of course. You too?” He hummed.

The hot sun beat down against them as sweat began to form on her forehead. Remus wore a light sweater — just by looking at him, he made her feel uncomfortably warm.

“You’re not hot?” Y/N asked.

He dropped his head a bit and a sudden far-away look filled his eyes. “Erm — not really. I just prefer it.”

She instantly felt bad from his reaction. “Well, at least you look dashing.”

He nodded, smiling before making grabby hands. Y/N glanced sideways, already fishing out her cassette player from her pocket.

“All you do is use me for this thing.” “Hush.”

They walked together down the path, arm in arm, over bumps and dips. Both laughing at the other before Y/N noticed a fairly large ball of black trailing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was as tall as Flitwick and as long as Marlene’s broom.

Y/N felt herself stop, pulling away from Remus who was about to open his mouth. A rush of excitement filled her. “Is that a dog?!” She already let go of Remus, motioning him over as she dashed off into its direction.

The dog must’ve heard her footsteps before she came to a stop in front of it. Now, slowly walking up, her hand stuck out and waited for the dog to approach.

“Hi there, buddy!” She smiled largely as the dog sniffed her. There was the slightest hesitation before its head rubbed against her hand, moving happily as its tail wagged. Its head bowed, presenting its neck as a sign of submission. It even nudged her. She rubbed the side of the dog’s body. Its fur was shaggy, matted with a bit of dirt which had her nose wrinkled.

Remus eventually appears, watching them but once the dog notices him, it goes rigid, pulling away from Y/N, even going as far to growl at her. Although it’s weak, she still rips her hands away as the dog keeps its gaze on Remus.

“No! Please come back?”

The dog stopped growling, letting her pet him again but bared its teeth to Remus. Remus doesn’t seem to care as he watches the scene intently, a smirk crosses.

“I didn’t know Hogwarts had a dog!” Y/N scratches behind its ears. “You must be Kettleburn’s, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, he’s been around,” said Remus.

“Oh yeah? You seem like such a good boy!” Y/N then stands, picking up a stick before waving it, throwing it far. The dog bolts to retrieve it. “Why didn’t you tell me there was a dog?”

“I’m more of a cat person.”

The dog comes dashing back, stick in mouth as it runs circles around her. She goes to bend down, fingers gliding through its matted fur before getting caught. “You’re kind of disgusting.”

The dog looks at her, its eyes adjusting to open wider while Remus bursts out laughing. Y/N glances at him, questioning his unusual behaviour before reaching to grab the stick from its mouth. She transfigured it into a dog brush and went to work.

"... Kettleburn has really been neglecting you."

Remus’ hands go up to wipe his happy tears before dropping down to sit beside her. She can even feel his body shake with laughter. “You sure you don’t want to leave this mutt be?”

The dog growls at him, Y/N giggles.

“I don’t think he likes you much.”

His face level with the dog. “Don’t like him either.” The dog barks and Remus practically howls.

“So…” he has a sly smirk that tells her he’s up to no good. The light catches onto his eyes, glinting with golden specs like they were infused in him. “You and Padfoot have been chummy lately.”

The wagging tail halts and Y/N stops combing as they both stare at him. The dog pulls away from her grasp and growls at Remus. This time, it’s guttural and deep, sounding like a warning and losing its playful tone.

“I — ugh —” She falters, mentally slapping herself. “We’ve been getting along since Oats. Studying, spending time together… I got tired of fighting.”

“Mmm, I bet.” His voice is condescending. “I heard you want to be a Healer.”

“Yeah?”

“Say then, do you guys study —” The dog goes and bites down on his jeans, tugging harshly, drawing her attention but Remus continues to study her.

“Look at me, not at him,’” he says cockily. He leans in a challenging manner that has her flustered. He repeats, “Do you guys study… I don’t know… human anatomy?”

The dog barks madly — so loud that they’re getting stares from passing students. Y/N swore she could’ve died there while Remus bellows with laughter: his question answered. She bolted up, remaining silent and marched away from him who hobbled behind her, yelling out false apologies.

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Gryffindor, unsurprisingly, had another amazing win against Ravenclaw. James had improved as Captain drastically — confident with his position and team. Marlene improved too, she was almost as fast as the Snitch itself and never let a single Bludger slip past her while James scored goal after goal.

She and Remus still stuck by each other, walking down the rickety wooden stands as they observed the sea of red robes swarming the pitch. James pulled Emmeline into a kiss before he was holstered up by the Gryffindor team. Sirius was cheering him on while Peter was missing, having to leave right after the match for detention.

James then glanced back, along with Marlene, who waved while the two students grinned widely, sticking their thumbs up, fist-pumping in the air as a sign of congratulations.

But it wasn’t long until trouble came their way. Y/N wasn’t sure how Remus knew, but he suddenly went mute, his head perked up and swivelled around. In a fluid motion, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her flush against him; his hand wrapped around her protectively as he shifted his body to cover her and then bucked down; just before a Bludger came barreling their way.

Remus whipped his wand out, pointing at the Bludger that was hurling back, turning it into a balloon.

“The fuck?” Remus breathed out.

From where they stood, they were obscured by the shadows and wooden stands. The crowd couldn’t see them and the Gryffindor team was too occupied to notice. Cackling sounded from one of the exits. It was Crabble, Snape and two other Slytherin’s she didn’t know the names of.

“How cute! Ickle Lupin protecting his Muggle bitch!” Crabble said, flashing a dark smile.

“What did you call me!” Y/N shrieked, still in Remus’ hold before he finally let go.

“Watch what you’re saying,” Remus cautioned, voice dropping low. He stood tall as waves of authority emitted from him while he held his wand tightly, stepping in front of her. His broad shoulders squared. “Thirty points from Slytherin. You don’t want detention, do you?”

“That’s all you got? House points?” Snape taunted. “Loopy Lupin — acting tough in front of his girl.”

“Heard she’s fucking Potter,” the Slytherin said. He had blue eyes and dirty-blond hair.

“I heard differently,” the other nameless Slytherin blurted. He licked his lips in a snake-like motion. “Have you seen the way she and Black are around each other so much now? A Mudblood and a whore!”

She drew her wand.

“Aw, trembling itty, bitty baby!”

“That’s enough, Barty,” drawled Snape. Barty held his wand, toying with it before he lifted his wand, ready to cast a spell.

“Expelliarmus!” Remus shouted at him. Barty’s wand flew from his grasp but wasn’t lucky before the unnamed boy shouted, “Levicorpus!”

Instantly, Remus was grabbed by the ankle, hauled up into the air. Y/N saw him wince, all his belongings thudding to the grass.

“Aw, Rosier,” Snape said coolly. He took a few steps in a twitchy manner, “Stop playing with the poor mutt!”

But before the Slytherins had an opportunity, Y/N shot a spell at Remus, floating him down gently while Snape and Crabble directed a spell at her.

“Protego!” She cried as an invisible shield expanded between her, Remus and the Slytherins. The barrier was so powerful that they all stumbled as Remus went to retrieve his wand.

“Lupin can’t even protect himself! You had to let a girl do it too!” Crabble shouted.

“A Mudblood and a Half-breed! A match made in heaven.”

Angrily, Remus stood, a black ball of light shot out from the tip of his wand at the feet of the Slytherins. A small boom rumbled the ground, sparks of fire emitting but not enough to start a fire. They jumped back and Snape threw another spell.

“Ad sectis!”

Y/N barely had time to block it as a gust of wind knocked them back. It wasn’t a spell she knew of. Remus sent another hex at them but was blocked.

“Dangerous bloke, that Loopy Lupin,” Snape jeered, directing his words at Y/N while the Slytherins laughed. “You ought to be careful who you run around with. Let alone your boyfriend.”

“Shut up!” Remus shouted. “Shut the fuck up!”

“Where do you think he goes every month?” Snape taunted before backing up from them, rejoining the other Slytherins who left, all bellowing, “AHH-WOOOO!”

The reverberation from Remus’ spell drew the Marauder’s attention as they arrived. James saw them, marching up side by side with Emmeline and Sirius. He wore a large smile as he pressed several kisses to the side of Emmeline’s head. “Whiskers! Moony! Did you see that score!”

Remus and Y/N breathed in deeply, dazed and shocked. Remus stumbled over but she clutched his arm to keep him upright.

“Don’t listen to anything they said,” implored Remus.

“Wait… James,” Emmeline said, “I don’t think somethings right.”

“Moony, you’re awfully pale…”

“Shit! Are you guys bleeding?”

Y/N’s eye travelled to a large slash that travelled up Remus’ jaw and leg, blood seeping out at an alarming rate but the cut was shallow. Y/N in turn only then realized the damp liquid was now travelling down her arm. Her arm was also slashed, not deep, but the amount of blood was concerning.

All their voices began chatting over the other as the girls arrived by now; Dorcas rushed up to Y/N, prying Remus off of her as James and Sirius took Remus and sat them on a nearby bench.

“— happened?”

“— Y/N — Remus —”

“Lift your leg —”

“— get to the wing —”

“Merlin’s beard!” Lily shouted. “Give them some space!” Her eyes were on Remus but shifted to Y/N. Hesitantly, Lily walked up to her and bent down in front of her but still kept her distance.

“Okay, we need to get you patched up.” James stood, looping an arm around Remus and stood up.

Marlene rubbed her shoulder while Lily spoke, both James and Sirius doing the same for Remus. “Would you like us to come?”

She shook her head as the girls reluctantly left, but clutched Lily’s wrist as she stood. In a small voice, she asked, “Stay?”

Lily nodded her head and bid her goodbyes with the girls.

“Right, okay. I’ll see you later?” James said to Emmeline who pressed another quick peck to her cheek. Instead of the hospital wing, Remus asked, and was very adamant, about being brought to his dorm where they hauled in Y/N and Lily.

Sirius managed to get the bleeding to stop and worked on Remus before going to patch up Y/N who sat in James’ bed. The curtains were drawn just close enough for them not to be seen while Lily and James feverishly spoke to Remus.

“Ah!” She hissed as Sirius wrapped her arm carefully. Her free hand went to grip on his arm and he looked up at her apologetically.

“M’sorry — and we’re done.” Sirius tosses a quick smile, “You did amazing.” Sirius placed his material to the side and went to hold her hand gently. “What happened? Don’t you dare tell me a lie because this is serious.”

“I thought you were Sirius.” That joke never got old

Sirius broke out into a grin before it quickly vanished again. “Who did this?” He urged voice hardening yet kind. “Please, trust me.”

And she did.

Y/N reluctantly retold the story. Sirius went stiff. She grabbed his arm to bring his attention back to her. “Don’t do something that’ll make it worse. Don't you dare go looking for revenge. Promise me.”

He nodded his head but looked conflicted. At the same time, James pulled back the curtains; Y/N ripped away.

She looked around the room. “Where’s Lily?” “I told her to leave,” Remus cuts in. “I didn’t think that she would’ve liked to hear about the Snape part.”

Her eyes locked with James who wore the same expression as Sirius; he knew. And so she repeated herself, enunciating every word to the boys. “Don't. You. Dare go looking for revenge.”

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thatgoblin · 3 years ago

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RE Cul De Sac 1A

Welcome to the Neighborhood

Pairings: Leon x Chris

Summary: Leon finally is out from under the government's thumb and is trying to find his place with his new found freedom. A call from an old friend lets him know that he has a place if he doesn't want to stay in D.C. anymore. It just so happens to be with the mostly retired BSAA captain.

Warnings: None

Leon had never felt so exhausted before. Usually he was good with catching a few winks of sleep on the plane between missions and home, but he had passed out completely on the plane to the non-descript city that held his new life. Thankfully he was left alone even with the soft snores drifting around the cabin.

Ears back and eyes narrowed as his tail flicked around to warn anyone who may cross him, he trudged through the airport towards baggage claim. All of his stuff from his apartment had already been packed up and shipped, leaving him with just a few personal supplies and clothes as he finished up his leave of absence paperwork.

He hadn't quit the DOS, but he managed to secure a good few months of leave that would let him actually rest and have a life. With new people in charge, it was easy to get his leave approved as well as a change of address. Hell, Claire had said she'd get Chris and the others to put in a good word for him at the BSAA if it meant he'd stay off of active duty for a while.

While he appreciated the offer, he was going to take his time off first. It was an elusive animal and now that he had it in his hands, he didn't want to lose it.

Once at the carousel of bags, Leon grabbed his before pulling out his phone.

'Message when you get out front. We'll pull up to the curb to get you.'

Tucking his phone away, Leon headed out to the front. The airport itself wasn't actually that big, at least compared to others he'd travelled to. It was a straight shot from the gates to the baggage claim and then the pick up lanes outside. In fact it was a relief to be so simple. No trams or stairs to take, no one to pass because they're going slower than everyone else. It took him just five minutes to get from his gate to the front and that was when he stopped for his suitcase.

Standing at the curb, he took his phone out again and shot a quick text to Claire.

'I'm outside.'

The late September air felt so different from the muggy oceanside air in D.C. It was soft and had a slight breeze. Not scorching hot but not biting cold. It was that transition time where it was perfect to have the windows open all day and night before autumn truly hit.

A red truck pulled Leon from his thoughts as it stopped in front of him. Before he could even register who was in it, the passenger side door flew open and Claire jumped up to squeeze him.

"You made it!" She cried, grinning before letting go. Leon had no time to react as she grabbed his luggage to throw in the back seat of the cab then climbed in after it.

"Hey," Chris said, smiling at him and waving from behind the wheel.

"Hey," he replied, climbing into the truck. Once the door closed, Chris pulled away from the sidewalk.

"How was your flight?" Claire asked, leaning forward between the front seats onto the console. Her tail was wagging briskly, thumping against the seats as her ears were perked and ready to listen.

"It was okay. Slept through most of it," he said. "Just finished up paperwork at the office the night before and only got a few hours of sleep."

"Well, now you'll be able to catch up on your cat naps!" Claire said with a giggle.

"If I weren't so tired, I would give a sassy come back," Leon said with a snort as he shook his head.

"Ignore her," Chris said. "She's had 3 cups of coffee and has cleaned my house at least twice in the last 12 hours. Jill has kicked her out for the day because she's tried of Claire trying to rearrange the dishware in the kitchen."

"I just wanted to have things perfect for when you got here," Claire said with a heavy sigh. "Besides, Chris' house needed it. We even decorated it a bit better too. Now it actually looks like a home and not some squatters place. I swear Chris, sometimes I wonder if you like anything outside of work."

"You're one to talk," Chris said. "If it wasn't for Jill, your place would look like a frat house."

"No it wouldn't and you know that," Claire grumbled. "You're just mad that I have better taste than you."

"Oh no, whatever will I do?" He said, rolling his eyes as he pulled onto the highway.

"Probably have Piers invade and turn it into a military museum if you're not careful," Claire said with a snort.

"You talk too much," Chris huffed.

"And what's wrong with that?" Claire asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I don't know, but maybe the fact that Leon just got in the truck and he's already nodded off despite you chattering," Chris said with a smirk.

Looking at Leon, Claire say the cat boy had indeed nodded off. His face rested against his fist, propped up by his elbow on the window sill.

"Poor guy," Claire said, softening her voice to let her friend rest. "Probably hasn't had a decent night of sleep in a while."

"I'd say it's been a lot longer than just a while," Chris said, his own voice lowering.

The drive home wasn't that long, 20 minutes in the late morning traffic. Claire had settled down, letting Leon rest. Planning to do a few things together could wait. She had been so caught up in her excitement of having her friend move in next door that she forgot the hell he'd exited just a few weeks ago.

It had been rushed for sure, making time and space to get his things there before he did, then trying to figure out what to put in storage and what to put in his room. Leon had sold most of his furniture, really only bringing a few large items like his own TV and bed. His dishes and such were either sold or given away as well, making the move a bit easier.

He was given the guest room in Chris' house, a Dutch Colonial that had been the first house in the Cul de Sac, Albert Wesker's home was a recent addition next door to it.

That was how Chris found out about the older home next to him. Albert had talked about how there were bids to tear the house down because it was so old, built in the 30's and wasn't care of very well after the original owners passed away. The others had purchased the spots of land shortly afterwards before the Home Owners Associate could swoop in and try to put restrictions on what they could build. While theirs were built from the ground up, Chris took his as a project.

It was nearly three months of renovations, which was pretty quick considering how much work had been done, before he could move in completely. It took about the same time for the others' homes to be built.

"Should we wake him up?" Chris asked as he pulled into the driveway of his house.

"I mean, we can't let him sleep in the truck all day," Claire said.

Chris rolled his eyes at his sister who shrugged. Reaching over, he shook Leon a bit by the shoulder.

"Hey, we're home," he said.

The blond tabby opened his eyes before taking a deep breath and stretching.

"Cool." Opening the door, he stepped out and waited for Clair to hand him his luggage. Before she could, Chris was out and had it in his hands. "I can carry my own things," he called after the shepherd.

"Well, it's your first day home," Chris said, turning back to give the other a smile. "Better get used to having someone around for help."

"Does he always do that?" Leon asked, looking back at Claire.

"Basically my whole life," she said with a nod. The two followed the older man into the house, Leon taking in his surroundings the whole time. Inside, he was given a quick tour as there were only a few rooms on the first floor. The second floor was the bedrooms with a bathroom and shower, then the basement for storage.

Leon's room was across the hall from Chris', which was a small comfort of sorts for him.

"I'll go ahead and let you get settled in. I'm sure Claire will let you get some rest before barging in and dragging you off somewhere," Chris said, setting his bags on the bed.

"I was going to let him have the rest of the day to chill out," Claire said, crossing her arms. "Tomorrow is a different story though."

Leon raised a brow at the two, wondering if it had been such a good idea to move in with the Redfield siblings being so close in proximity.

"I'm going to pass out now. I'll try to be awake by dinner," Leon said.

"If you're not, that's okay. Let me know if you need anything," Chris said with a soft smile and a nod.

"Thanks," Leon said, getting enough of a breath in before Claire was wrapping herself around him again but tighter. "Jesus-"

"I'm glad you're here!" She cried into his chest, pulling back to smile up at him.

"Glad I'm here too," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. It was what she wanted to hear and while Leon himself wasn't certain if he was or not, time would only tell.

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Kissed by a Wolf - Chapter 4

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In this chapter, the reader fully joins Eivor’s clan and takes part in the celebrations before the raid. Talking with Eda does not go as planned.

Content Warnings for food & alcohol, mentions of physical abuse, lesbophobia, light smut and vomit.

Inspo Picture by @anaakeart

The Sting of Rejection

You had already slept for a few hours when Eivor returned from her council meeting late at night. Even though she tried to be quiet and not to wake you, you were awake as soon as you heard her steps on the path outside.

Birna had curled up in your arms and raised her head when the warrior entered, not moving from her warm and comfortable spot. You remained still, your eyes closed as you listened to the woman’s movements. Her fur coat fell to the ground almost inaudibly, the wood of her trunk creaked quietly as she sat down to take off her boots, her leather pants rustled when she pulled them off and threw them in a corner.

Then you finally felt her motions, too as she lifted a corner of the quilt covering you and slipped in the bed, immediately scooting close to you. She gave Birna a few gentle strokes until the cat started to purr softly and Eivor lowered her head next to yours with a satisfied sigh. She smelled like beer and smoked meat, accompanied by that faint, wonderful scent of tree bark.

You must have stirred because Eivor lifted her head again, whispering: “Little bird… there are good news for you.”

Careful not to disturb Birna, you turned slightly and looked at her with raised eyebrows. She smiled.

“You are now one of us. Mine.” She watched your face attentively for a reaction. You closed your eyes and swallowed. So it was decided.

“Are you happy?” Eivor asked, drawing her fingertips over your healthy cheek.

“Yes, I am,” you answered, turning back around and scooting back against her.

“Mmhh. We’ll talk in the morn.” She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close, then you both drifted off to sleep.

You were woken by Birna's demanding meows at the door. She had not left the hut since yesterday and was probably hungry and in need of a quiet corner. Eivor grunted, then she untangled herself from your limbs and cursed in her mother tongue when she stumbled over her clothes on her way to let the cat out.

“You won’t like it outside, little lady. The snow has stayed,” she grumbled as she opened the door. Indeed, Birna was not amused at the prospect of stepping into the cold, wet powder that painted the village in beautiful white and whirled into the room as soon as the door stood ajar. You pulled the blanket over your head to escape the stinging cold air, listening to Eivor and Birna bicker about the cat’s options for the day.

It really sounded like they were having a conversation, one that ended with Birna leaving with a last, angry cry and Eivor shutting the door with a thankful sigh. She let herself fall back on the bed and crawled under the covers. You stuck your head out.

“So, I’m one of you now?”

Eivor needed a moment to process your question, then she sat up and nodded.

“The council was thankful for your offer to help us prepare the raid and accepted your proposal. You’re going to come with me later so you can have another look at the map and tell us everything you know. In return, you will receive a wooden bangle declaring you part of this clan and my personal servant as soon as we return.”

You sat up as well and leaned against the headboard, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket as you tried to find the right words.

“I am very grateful for your trust. I know it normally does not come easy,” you said. “May I ask something else of you?”

The blonde raised her eyebrows with a questioning look.

“My- the people who came with me. How are they?”

“Oh, they are all well.” Eivor got up and started putting on her clothes. “Three of them have decided to stay with us freely and work in the stables and the longhouse. Two have yet to decide and your lady friend is refusing to speak to us. I hear she is eating, at least.”

A wave of relief washed over you. You were not the only one to change sides. You were fairly sure you knew who had taken up work in the village; the two remaining prisoners were probably the squires to Lord William. They had endured harsh treatment at his hands, but he had promised them a future as knights and held them in higher regard than his own daughters. It made sense that Eda was not willing to speak or change her mind. She blamed Eivor for the death of her entire family.

“Eivor?”

“Yes, little bird?”

“Do you think I could have a word with Eda? Maybe I can reason with her,” you suggested, holding your breath as you waited for her reaction. She considered it for a moment, then she shrugged and put on her coat.

“I guess it would do no harm. You can speak with her before we meet the others in the map room, maybe she will tell you something helpful.” She turned around. “Do you want to join me in the longhouse for breakfast?”

The question surprised you, but she was right. You were healing fast, and there was no reason for you to stay in bed any longer. You agreed and swung your legs out of bed, slipped into your wooden clogs and put on your new coat over the linen tunic. Hopefully, you would be able to acquire some more fitting and functional clothes soon, but now was not the time to worry about looks. Your face was still swollen and blue anyway, your bruises now starting to fade to green at the edges.

You quickly rubbed the salve Valka had given you on your tender cheek, then Eivor held the door open for you and you stepped outside into the snow. The air was hard and cold, but clear and when it filled your lungs, you could feel it chase out the last remains of smoke and illness. Walking down to the longhouse, two dogs ran toward you and circled you with excited barks and wagging tails, apparently delighted to see Eivor. She laughed and chased them around for a bit, then she told them she had other things to do and they let her be and ran off towards the stables.

When you entered the longhouse, Eivor was immediately greeted by cheers and excited comments regarding the coming raid. She smiled and acknowledged everyone’s words before leading you to a side part of the house. There was a fireplace in the center of the area, a hole in the roof directing the smoke outside. A kettle and a metal grid were hung over the fire and an old woman was stirring porridge with a gigantic wooden spoon. You both stepped closer.

“Sfáva, dette er Y/N,” Eivor introduced you, gently placing a hand between your shoulder blades. “She is from Williamsburg and has decided to join us. She is a cook, too."

The old woman slowly came closer, squinting her eyes at you until her face was almost directly beneath yours. Then she suddenly gave you a warm, almost toothless smile, deepening the crows’ feet around her eyes and stretching the leathery, weatherbeaten skin on her cheeks.

“Velkommen, Y/N,” she croaked and took your hand, patting it lightly. She chattered something in Eivor’s direction and the warrior translated: “She’s glad to have you here and hopes you can show her some English cooking. She does not speak your language, but she understands a few words and can grasp your meaning if you speak slowly. Our tongues are not too different.”

You smiled back at Sfáva, gently squeezing her hand.

“I’m honored to work by your side, Sfavá.”

The old cook let out a delighted laugh at your proper pronunciation of her name and gestured for you to take a wooden bowl. You and Eivor both took bowls and spoons from a table and Sfavá filled them with porridge. Eivor loaded up her meal with several sausages from the grill, to which you passed.

“I’m afraid we can’t eat together. My place is up there” - she mentioned to the table at the back of the room, standing orthogonal to the rest of the tables - “with my brother. I see your old companions have found themselves over there, maybe you would like to join them?” She motioned over to where the three men that had been released as well sat and ate their breakfast.

You nodded and wished the warrior a good morning, then you walked over and sat down with the others. Aelfric and Hal had been the stable masters back at Williamsburg and were excited about the variety of horses and possibilities here. Eivor had apparently put a lot of money and work into the stables, making them a much more enjoyable place than the dark, moldy ramshackle hut William’s old mares had spent their days in. Lewin was also content with his situation; he had joined the butcher and his son in preparing meat for winter.

They were all happy to see you, thanking you for your quick thinking and cautious behavior during and after the attack. Lewin was even convinced they owed you their lives. While they went on discussing the possibilities of hunting at this time of the year, you stared into your porridge and tried to find the words and the courage for a conversation with Eda.

What could you say that would explain to her your disloyalty to her name, your treachery to England, your betrayal against her after everything you had gone through together? How could you ever change her mind or her situation, what were your possibilities in this? Would she stay locked into a cell for the rest of her life? What would the Vikings do with her if she was nothing but a nuisance?

The others took their leave and you were still none the wiser. Absorbed in your thoughts, you let your gaze wander through the long hall. Your eyes finally got caught on the she-wolf at the elevated warriors’ table. She was deep in conversation with Sigmund and tapping her finger on the table as she made her point to him. He seemed to agree with everything she was saying, consistently nodding his head as he devoured his sausages.

Suddenly, Eivor caught your gaze and while she kept talking, her finger stayed pressed to the wooden tabletop. You could have sworn there was a hint of a smile on her face as she turned back to her brother to ask him something. Shaking your head, you got up and brought your empty bowl back to Sfáva’s side table.

Even though her eyesight seemed to be terrible, she immediately recognized you and repeated your name with a joyful fondness in her voice that made your heart swell in your chest. What a wonderful woman.

As you wandered around the hall to collect the dirty bowls people had left on the tables, you felt someone’s eyes on you. Smiling to yourself, you relished at the feeling a little bit longer before turning around to return Eivor’s look. To your surprise, she had stood up and turned her back to you, speaking with someone behind the table.

Slightly bewildered, you finished your round and carried the stash of bowls and spoons back to the cooking area. Just as you turned to ask Sfáva where you should wash the dishes, you saw something blue in the corner of your eye. You looked up and had to force yourself to keep your composure as you saw Randvi leaning against a wooden pillar across the hall and watching you from afar, her arms crossed and her face smooth and expressionless.

She did not move or look away when you saw her, standing perfectly still and continuing to look at you as you finally lowered your gaze and asked Sfáva about your tasks for the day. The old Viking explained her wishes to you with a mix of slow Norwegian and sign language, making it clear you should wash the bowls outside in a big trough and bring her another few sacks of flour. You felt uneasy as you left the longhouse to do your washing up, still followed by Randvi’s piercing gaze.

Eivor caught you outside, glad you had already settled in with your new work and thrilled for the raid. She was practically buzzing with excitement and her restlessness made you laugh, taking your mind off the strange moment with Randvi.

“What are you laughing at, eh? You are looking at a proud drengr, not a jester!” she exclaimed, furrowing her brows in feigned outrage and making you laugh even harder.

“You remind me of Eda and Delia on the eve before Christmas. They were so excited for the next morning, they could barely sleep.” Your gaze lost itself in the dirty water in the trough before you. You had some good memories with the two girls. They had been so innocent and happy. A hand on the small of your back drew you back to the present. Eivor had stepped closer.

“I will sleep like a bear in winter so long as you lie by my side,” she said quietly.

Her words and touch sent chills up your spine. Before you could reply, Eivor stepped back.

“But first, we will plan our glorious raid. And then we will celebrate. Oh Y/N, you will love it. Mead and food and great songs - we will be in good spirits tonight. And tomorrow will be even better!” Her eyes lit up at the thought of the joy and glory to come. “I need to look at a few things in the stables. Take this time to speak with your friend. I will come and get you when it is time to meet over the map.”

You watched her as she walked away, a spring in her step as she headed for the wooden building at the far end of the village. The dishes were clean, so you took them back inside and left them on the table for Sfáva. She was deep in conversation with two other Norse women when you filled another bowl with porridge and two sausages and quietly made your way to the cell in the back of the longhouse.

Eda sat on the floor where you had left her last. Her dress was dusty and stained, her hair was matted and her face looked grey and old. Dag, who was keeping watch again, let you in with a grumble and sat back down on his chair. Eda refused to look at you as you knelt down before her and offered her the food.

“Eda, please. You must eat. You look like death itself.”

“I don’t fear death,” she mumbled, still staring at her hands, “I fear traitors and backstabbing snakes.”

Her words knocked the air out of your lungs. You had not expected her to be this hostile. What now?

“I do not claim to know the pain you feel and the losses you are bearing. I am simply trying to live with dignity instead of wasting away,” you explained, tears welling up in your eyes. “Do you not see my face? Were you not there when I learned I was worth nothing at Williamsburg, nothing but dirt on your father’s shoe? Eivor has offered me a place in this world. She-”

“You and your precious Eivor!” Eda snapped, her gaze now burning right through your head and her face screwed up into a hateful grimace. “You fell to your knees the second you saw her, begging for her to take you. I will not be lulled into submission by a filthy little sapphic whore!”

This blow hurt worse than William’s fist. There was nothing left to say. You put the bowl down next to her, then you stood up and left the cell. Dag gave you a strange look when he locked the door again.

Just as you rounded the corner, you bumped into Eivor. She knew something was wrong right away, pulling you into her warm embrace and letting you cry into her chest for a long moment until she pulled back and lowered her head to look at you.

“What is it, my little bird? Will your friend neither soften nor think clearly?”

You just nodded and pressed your lips together, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. Eivor turned to look over her shoulder for a moment, then she pulled you into an alcove.

“You stay here and collect yourself. I will tell them you got held up and will be there soon.” She pulled you in for a last, quick hug, then she vanished from sight.

You took a few deep breaths and slapped your chest and torso, trying to fully return to the present, to your body, and to your rational thoughts. If Eda wanted nothing more to do with you, so be it. You had other things to worry about now.

When you entered the map room there were five men waiting for you alongside Eivor and Randvi. One of them was Sigurd, Eivor’s brother and the official chief of her clan, even though you felt like a lot of people cared for Eivor more strongly. You had just found out today that he was also Randvi’s husband. The other four you had seen before but you did not know their names.

Eivor looked up from the map first, smiling widely and rounding the table to introduce you.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. She was the cook at Williamsburg and has visited Fort Winton several times. She will tell us all she knows about the area and the castle.”

“What happened to your face, Y/N?” One of the warriors gave word to what everyone was thinking. You straightened up, trying to brace yourself against Randvi’s icy expression.

“Thank you for this opportunity to make myself useful here. My cheek made acquaintance with Lord William’s fist the day of your attack, but I am healing now and he is not, that is all that matters. And I have you to thank for it.”

Your answer seemed to satisfy everyone and you got to work. You spent the next hours telling them about every path and entrance to the castle you knew of, every person working there when you last visited, and everything about the Stewart that had taken over the shire. You even drew a plan of the order of the buildings and the rooms you knew of.

The Viking warriors warmed up to you quickly when they realized how much valuable knowledge you were giving them and even Randvi seemed to forget her hostility toward you after a while. The group even allowed you to stay for their debates on the right strategy, taking all your comments into consideration and thanking you for your help. Eivor reminded you at some point that you were still injured and told you to go back to the hut, put on the salve, and lay down. She would pick you up later for the feast.

Birna was already waiting for you at the door, mortally offended at having spent the day outside in the snow. She weaseled through the first crack in the door and was even more distraught when the fireplace was dead and the bed cold. You apologized sincerely and lit a fire to make Valka’s wonderful brew while you gently applied her salve to your healing cheek.

While your tea was steeping, you curled up with Birna and poured your heart out to her about Eda. She was a wonderful listener, snuggling up to you when you started crying and supporting your distraught words with agreeing meows. It was heartbreaking - the one friend you still had left did not want to be your friend anymore. You were all alone here. You had to admit that the Norse people were extremely welcoming to you and that Eivor would probably be very offended to hear you call yourself alone after two nights in her arms, but still. You were lonely. After you had drunk a cup of your herb infusion, you laid down, pulled Birna into your arms and cried yourself to sleep while the white cat silently watched over you.

A light grasp on your shoulder woke you and you opened your eyes to find Eivor crouching down before you, smiling softly at you. It was already dark outside and you had trouble finding your grasp on reality for a moment. Was it the next day? No. The feast.

Your mouth was dry and your eyelids felt heavy from crying. Eivor softly brushed the hair out of your face with her fingers.

“Good evening, little bird. Can I interest you in some excellent boar meat and warm mead?”

Birna answered in your stead, crying out as she stretched her little body on top of you. Eivor’s expression became even softer.

“For you, little lady, I have something special.” She took a small balled up bundle from her pocket and opened the stained cloth to reveal some fresh innards, probably taken from the boar. She placed the cloth on the ground in front of the fireplace and Birna jumped down from the bed to have her own royal feast.

You got up and followed the cat's example in stretching your limbs, feeling Eivor’s eyes on you as you put on your shoes and cloak and tried to comb your hair with your fingers. The blonde was next to you at once, holding your hands still.

“Wait. Let me.”

She opened her wooden chest and produced a beautiful wide-tooth comb. It was made from some kind of bone or fang. The warrior stood behind you and gently pulled all your hair back towards her. Then she began combing it out, starting at the bottom of each strand and carefully moving upwards, taking out any knots or dirt. Her fingers touched your scalp every time she took a new strand of hair, sending lightning down your spine and making the hair on your neck stand up.

“That’s better. I can braid it for you, too, if you’d like that,” Eivor said behind you. You brushed a hand over your long hair and felt its smoothness. You had never been allowed to wear your hair down at Williamsburg, always having to put it up in a knot and wear a bonnet or at least a cap. Today you had seen so many Viking women proudly wearing their hair down, some with intricate little braids and beads in theirs.

“I’d like that, yes,” you whispered, scared your voice would betray you. Every day, every hour here felt like a step closer to freedom and happiness.

“Sit down on the bed.” The blonde gently guided you to sit at the foot of the mattress so she could stand next to you. Then she began taking hair from your healthy side and braiding it along the hairline around your ear and down the back of your neck. She stepped around you to look at her work from the front.

“I think that is all you need. You’re beautiful.”

Your heart jumped into your throat, almost making its way onto your tongue. Your fingers followed the path of the small braid, admiring the perfect work of the warrior’s calloused hands. How peculiar, that these rough hands that wielded swords and axes bigger than your head could also be so gentle and precise.

A knock on the door tore you out of your reverie. It was Valka who wanted to take a look at your face and pick you both up for the feast. She was satisfied with your healing process and delighted to see Birna, having a little chat with the cat on the bed. You had to keep yourself from laughing when the thought of Birna being the true queen of this clan entered your head. She probably felt that the same way. The white cat was adored by everyone, and her demands were followed without question.

As the three of you made your way down to the longhouse, you could already hear loud singing and laughter. People were stumbling outside to relieve themselves in the bushes and others were just arriving, all being greeted with loud cheers and big jugs of mead. The same happened to you when you entered the great hall. A few warriors rushed to your side, greeting Eivor and paying you compliments and thanks for your help that day. Enthusiasm saturated the air like a humid day, filling everyone with joy and confidence for tomorrow.

Valka was quick to take the jug of ale from your hands and gave it to someone else who swore his love to her in return. She just smiled and pulled you towards the kitchen area. You had already lost Eivor in the mass of warriors jeering and singing praise to Odin. At the hearth fire, you met Sfáva sitting on a bench and enjoying a massive pitcher of mead. She cried out in joy when she saw you and hugged Valka tightly in greeting before squeezing your hands and grinning her almost toothless smile at you.

Valka asked you to stay with the older woman for a while and help her with the food; then you saw her talk to a red-haired woman and vanish in a dark corner with her. Maybe that was the woman she had spoken about with Eivor before? You wished her the best of luck.

There was not too much to do. The boar was on a spit over the great fire in the main hall and the men were responsible for cutting down the meat for everyone. You were grilling sausages and vegetables on the side and helping the boys open new barrels of ale that were consistently emptied within the hour.

Eivor came by soon, asking for more variety on her plate. It was obvious that she had already had enough mead to kill a boar, slightly swaying when she walked and getting extremely close when she tried to talk to you over the noise in the hall. Her face was red and radiating heat, her eyes had a drunk glisten to them and her laugh was rougher and dirtier than during the day. You were glad she was enjoying herself, although you could not help but wonder if this was the best idea considering her plans for tomorrow.

You spent some time outside cleaning plates at the trough and getting fresh air when you suddenly heard a noise around the corner. You debated for a moment whether you should risk a look but your curiosity got the best of you. As you stuck your head around the edge of the house, you weren’t immediately sure what you saw before you.

Two figures were leaning against the wall in close embrace, chuckling and mumbling sweet nothings to each other. As a cloud finally freed the moon and its light shone down on your village, you made out Valka’s golden headdress and the silhouette of the red-haired woman she had talked to earlier. Apparently, she had gotten lucky. You quietly moved back to your plates and smiled to yourself. Valka was a wonderful person, giving and loving and always putting others’ needs above hers. Eivor had spoken very highly of her trusted friend. She deserved to be happy.

When you came back inside and put the plates back on the sideboard in the cooking area, you noticed Eivor sitting at the front table surrounded by her men. And oh - there was Randvi sitting next to her. The two of them were leaning toward each other, their heads almost touching as they laughed about something Sigurd had said. It seemed that they had talked about their difficulties and made up.

You let yourself fall on the bench next to Sfáva and she patted your thigh, holding out her pitcher to signal it was empty. With a sigh, you got up to get her more mead and made yourself a plate of vegetables from the grid, seeing as you had not eaten since breakfast. Sfáva noticed you had not taken any meat and insisted you go get some boar meat. Upon the realization that she would not let you sit down again until you had tried the boar, you slowly went over to the big fire, hoping no one would notice you. The warrior there cut you a generous piece and you were almost back in your dark corner when someone called your name. God, no.

Aelfric, Hal, and Lewin were sitting at a table with some other stable boys and young maids. You gave Sváfa an apologetic wave which she answered with a loud, heartfelt laugh, then you made your way to your old companions. The boar was better than you had expected and you really were terribly hungry, wolfing down your food at an indecent speed and even going back for another portion. The others were talking about the two squires still sat in the cell; they were sure they would come around by the next morning. Who would really prefer the cold ground over these celebrations and the wonderful food that was shared fairly between everyone?

Looking over to the table at the back of the hall you could see Eivor and her friends conversing loudly, laughing and slapping each other's backs. At one point Dag danced on the table, but he soon lost his footing and went down in a wave of plates, jugs, rattling metal, and the yells of his fellow warriors. You stared at Eivor for a while, hoping she would return your gaze, but she was completely immersed in her conversation and never even looked up from her table. You finished your meal quietly, listening to the others talking about a new dice game they had learned and about a filly at the stable that was born in late autumn, a strange and dangerous time for newborns in the animal world. Together, they were sure they would get it through the winter safe.

Later you returned to Sfáva and leaned against the wall opposite her, warming yourself up by the fire and keeping an eye on Eivor, who was apparently in another drinking contest with one of her men. Randvi had her hands on Eivor’s shoulders and was cheering her on. A small figure stepped next to you, crossing her arms and following your gaze. Valka had returned.

You made no attempt to hide your feelings, you knew she had already seen through you. The healer put an arm around your waist and shook you slightly, looking up at you with a sympathetic expression.

“I know you saw us, Y/N.” The words took a moment for you to grasp their meaning, then you turned to Valka in surprise.

“Oh God, I swear I will keep your secret. I am a master at keeping my mouth shut.”

The smaller woman had to smile at your nervous reaction.

“I trust you. I am glad it was you that caught us and not someone else.”

“May I ask…” you hesitated, “what is going on between you?”

Valka turned her head to look at the singing warriors in the hall. There was a pain in her eyes that felt just too familiar.

“She is married. It was not her choice, but her father’s way of forging an alliance. Her husband is one of the hunters and away most of the time. When he beat her badly the first time, she came to me.”

The silence between you was heavy with meaning. When she began to speak again, her words grabbed your feet and pulled on them, getting heavier and heavier until you began to wonder why the earth had not opened underneath you and swallowed you whole.

“I know you wonder what happened between Eivor and Randvi. It is neither my place nor my ability to tell you everything, but I will say this, for fairness’s sake and because I think you already know in your heart. There was once love between them. Whether it still lives on, I cannot tell. But Eivor has told me that she is ready to leave this bond behind her because she feels something new, something far deeper and more intensive is coming. That is why she has pursued you. She felt something deeper the moment she met you.”

Valka turned to you and you fought to at least turn your feet so you could face her. Everything was spinning around you. The dark-haired woman gently placed her hands on either side of your neck and looked deep into your eyes.

“Follow your heart, Y/N. The gods will lead you. They have decided your destiny long before you were born.”

After recommending you should get some sleep, Valka left you frozen in place and dizzy. The noise that filled the room was now nothing but a single loud booming voice threatening to split your head. You needed to get some air. Maybe your bed was really the best idea.

You looked around for Eivor, but she had vanished from sight. It did not matter, you would find your way into her arms later one way or another. You said your goodbyes to Sfáva and the other servants, then you finally exited the longhouse and inhaled the cool night air.

Rounding the corner toward your hut, you were suddenly startled by a noise that sounded like an animal crying out. Maybe a cat? You tiptoed around the dark cottage to your right and suddenly stopped dead in your tracks.

Your heart dropped to your feet and all the blood left your face.

Eivor had pressed her brother's wife to the wooden wall and was kissing her passionately while her hands explored Randvi’s body under her tunic. They were so immersed that they had not heard you coming. You could not move, your feet suddenly weighing you down like boulders again.

The blonde’s knee was between the other woman’s legs and Randvi spread them for her lover, moaning into her mouth. As Eivor started attacking her neck with kisses, the auburn-haired woman opened her eyes and looked directly at you. The surprise in her gaze was almost unnoticeable, fading quickly to be replaced by malicious pleasure as she continued to stare at you while whining Eivor’s name and burying her fingers in the warrior’s hair.

Finally, your muscles started to work again. You turned on the spot and quietly made your way to Eivor’s hut. You felt sick. Closing the door behind you, you kicked your shoes under the bed and threw your coat into the corner. The cat on Eivor's pillow just gave you a questioning look.

“Oh Birna, if only you knew.” You threw yourself on the bed next to her, then you started bawling for the second time today. You cried until there was not a single tear left and you felt completely empty inside. Then you scooted close to the edge of the bed, turning your back to Eivor’s side, and tried to fall asleep.

Even though you fell into a state of absence, sleep would not come. Dread filled you when you heard teps at the door. But before Eivor could enter, you heard her cough and retch, probably throwing up into the thorny bushes a few steps from the door. A slight feeling of righteousness overcame you but it quickly disappeared again, leaving only misery and desperation.

When the warrior finally entered, you could hear her stumble through the room and curse under her breath as she hit her foot on the bed frame. She seemed to only take off her coat and let it fall to the floor before lying down next to you and falling asleep in an instant. A part of you had still hoped for her arms around you, despite everything. Now you could hear her ragged breathing and smell the smoke and alcohol on her hair and breath.

The tears came again and you silently cried into your pillow while the warrior slept soundly next to you, oblivious to your sorrow. Only Birna proved her loyalty to you by getting up from Eivor’s side of the bed and rolling up in the crook of your bent knees.

You must have fallen asleep at some point because you were woken the next morning by another salve of mumbled curses. It was still grey outside, dawn had only just begun. You stayed completely still and listened to Eivor dress herself and collect her weapons and shield from her trunk.

To your surprise, the warrior suddenly walked around to your side, crouched down, and lightly stroked your hair.

“Have a good day, my little bird. I will bring you honor and victory today,” she whispered, then she stood up and swiftly left the hut.

Let me know what you thought ❤️ (it’s okay if you hate me, I promise I’ll make it up to you in the next chapters)

#eivor x reader #lady eivor #f!eivor #f!eivor x reader #lady eivor x reader #eivor fanfiction #ac valhalla #assassinscreedvalhalla #fluff #angst #im so sorry for the pain im putting you through #but it will be worth it in the end #never thought writing angst would be this much fun

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sombreboy · 5 years ago

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Bad kitten ☼ yandere!jhs x hybrid!reader

▎18+ ▎ xtremity; 6 ▎ pairing: jhs x hybrid!y/n ▎ genre:smut, hybrid!au ▎ word count: 3.3k ▎ warnings: cursing, petnames, dirtytalk, controlling/obsessive/manipulative jhs, toxic relationship, stockholm syndrome-esque themes, hoseok threatens jin's owner, punishment blowjob

Request by anon: may I request a hybrid reader x yandere owner hoseok where he adopts her & keeps her in the apartment to protect her. She's soft/innocent from and happily agrees🥺, but it turns out she's been sneaking out when he's gone to play with the neighbor's hybrid (jin) bc he comes home to find her "'missing". If Hoseok punishes her, I'm going to leave details up to you.

''Hello, little kitten.''

Hoseok crouched down next to your sitting stature in the little room you were in. He'd come to the shelter to adopt a new pet, and his eyes immediately had been drawn to your picture in the list of available hybrids.

That's when he decided to come visit you, the shy little cat hybrid that was idly sitting on your bed with a book. You seemed calm, a little reserved, and incredibly adorable. Just his type. You hadn't seen the outside world much, spending most of your life in shelters. How somebody hadn't adopted you yet was beyond his knowledge, but he was also thrilled that you were gonna be his.

''Hello, Mister.'' You glanced up at him, a slight blush on your cheeks at his close proximity. He was crouched down, eyes soft and a small smile on his lips that showed off his handsome features, little dimples pushing on his cheeks as if an angel had left deep kisses on them.

''What's your name?'' He already knew your name, but he wanted to hear you say it yourself. Your voice was so sweet, so tiny, like honey in his eardrums.

''I'm Y/N.'' You reply, shutting your book closed and putting it in your lap, fingers lightly fiddling with the cover of it. Your cheeks reddened further when you felt him sit down on the bed next to you.

''Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.''

You nodded, trying out his name quietly like a whisper, ''Hobi..''

He smiled wider, a fluttering in his chest erupting like butterflies.

''Hey, how would you like to come live with me, hm?''

Your eyes widened, your hair whipping in the air when you rapidly turn to look at him, a look of shock and disbelief painted across your face,

''W-what? You mean–''

He nods, a bright smile on his lips as he reaches out to move strands of hair away from your face,

''All I gotta do is fill out the paperwork, and you're mine. But I wanted to ask you first. Would you like to be my pet?''

He was only partially lying, he hadn't filled out the paperwork yet, but he knew he was gonna do it whether you wanted it or not. He wanted you, and that was all that mattered. But making you feel like you had a choice in this would make this whole thing a much more positive experience.

You wrap your arms around him in a hug, nuzzling your face into his chest. He caresses your chair, inhaling your scent as if you were a drug.

''Yes.... Thank you, Hobi...'' You almost sobbed, and he sighed with content. You were all he ever wanted.

''I promise to protect you forever.''

Since Hoseok had brought you home to his lavish apartment, you felt like you had it all. You got proper food, new clothes that he picked out for you (he loved dressing you up in cute little summer dresses to please his eye.), and he even let you use his gaming consoles as much as you wanted. You weren't great at it, but being able to entertain yourself was important to him, since he rarely let you out of the apartment. You never thought much of it, as this was the way you were used to live since the shelter, yet it felt like you had freedom because you had this grand apartment filled with luxuries to explore and play with. He surely was doing well for himself. He didn't talk much about what he does for work, but as far as you understood, he was a famous performer.

The only time he took you outside was when you were with him, shopping or eating out. Occasionally, he'd take you for small events and festivals just to see the amazed look on your face from all the things you've never seen before.

At one occasion you'd asked him if you could go outside by yourself, for which he had a concerned look on his face, cupping your cheeks as he stared at your face,

''It's dangerous outside, my kitten. I wouldn't want you to get lost or hurt, so you can never leave the apartment without me. You understand that do you?''

You lean your cheek into his hand with a small smile, ''Okay, Hobi.''

He presses a soft kiss on your nose, ''I only say this because I love you. I don't know what I'd do if you were to get hurt or taken away from me.''

You scrunch your nose, a small giggle rolling off your lips.

Hoseok smiles, his thumbs stroking your ceeks with a fond expression on his face, ''You understand, right? Tell me.''

''I understand. I won't go anywhere without you.''

He smiles with a pleased sigh, pressing his forehead against yours,

''You're such a good girl. I'm heading to work now, I'll be back tonight.''

You nod, staying obediently in the couch as he heads for the door. He stops for a moment to look back at you, smiling,

''Call me if you need anything, I'll bring home your favourite dinner tonight. Love you, kitten.''

''I love you too, Hobi. Have a nice day at work!''

He winks before closing the door behind him, the sound of him locking the door from the outside echoing before hearing his footsteps slowly fading as he leaves for work.

Now, you loved Hoseok with every fibre of your being. He took care of you, fed you, kept a roof over your head, and provided you with every drop of affection that you ever needed. You were so, so happy & lucky to have an owner like him.

And you were grateful, you truly were. But... You had one little secret. Just a tiny, teeny one. No big deal.

A few weeks ago you were sitting on the balcony of the apartment, enjoying the sunshine and a cold glass of milk. It was a regular, perfect day.

Suddenly, a sweet, honey-laced voice had caught your attention from the balcony next to yours. They were fairly close, so you could clearly see the handsome face of the man sitting on the balcony with a bright smile on his plush lips.

''Hey, neighbour!'' He exclaimed, holding up his glass of a soda and ice. The ice in the glass clinked as he held it up, pretending that he was clashing it with yours before taking a loud chug, followed by an overexaggerated 'ahh!'

You giggled, mirroring his movements as you finished off your milk. Glancing over at him, he had his eyes completely fixed on you, the way the sun lit up his beautiful features had you blushing quite a bit.

''Hello.'' You reply timidly.

His smile remained on his lips, ''I haven't seen another hybrid around for a while, it's refreshing to the eyes,'' He said, inhaling deeply for continuing, ''You smell nice.. I mean, for a cat.''

You scrunched your nose, the small fangs of yours poking out with your smile, ''Likwise, I mean.. for a dog.''

Jin laughed, the sound was slightly obnoxious, but nothing less than infectious. You couldn't help but smile, the light conversation made you happy. It had you slightly confused, Hoseok had told you that everyone except him are dangerous.

Everyone wants to hurt you, or even take you away from me.

His words echoed in the back of your mind, and your smile faltered with it. Seokjin noticed, and a concenered smile played on his lips.

''So, you're Mr. Hoseok's new pet?''

Your ears perked up, tail slightly whipping behind you,

''You know Hobi?''

Seokjin shrugged, ''We're aquainted. He's friends with my owner... But they haven't hung out in a while.''

You felt a little better knowing that this hybrid knows Hoseok. So maybe it gave you a little reassurance that this was okay. This hybrid was nice and easy to talk to.

''By the way, where is he now?'' Seokjin asked.

''He's at work.''

Jin stood up, his tail wagging so hard that his hips moved with it,

''You should come over, my owner finally got me a new kitchen set that I'd love to use, but it's no fun cooking for myself! Maybe you wanna help me?''

You felt excited, nodding heavily before your shoulder sank once more,

''I can't get out though....''

Jin crooked an eyebrow, ''Why not?''

''The door is locked....''

Seokjin seemed concerned, ''You can't open it... from the inside?''

You shook your head, ''It doesn't have anything on it except a hole for his keys.''

''Well, you're a cat hybrid. Just jump over here, I'll catch you.''

You guess you could, you were quite agile. But the continuous words of Hoseok kept replaying in the back of your head, but the excitement of seeing your new friends was stronger. Hobi knew him, and he was so much fun. You were sure this wasn't a big deal.

''Okay!''

And just like that, weeks had gone by of Hoseok going to work, and you sneaking over to Seokjin's through the balcony to play. It surely was innocent, experiencing new flavours of food and pastries, seeing movies you didn't even know existed. You grew quite close, and it became natural to spend time with Seokjin, the dog hybrid. Your best friend.

One early afternoon, Hoseok had been able to get the rest of the day off due to his schedule being cancelled, so he thought he'd come home to surprise you with some new outfits and toys. The smile on his face quickly faded when he stepped inside of the apartment, and noticed that it was completely quiet.

Usually you'd be sprinting into his arms by now.

''Kitten? I'm home!''

He put the bags on the floor along with his jacket, running his hands through his hair as he strode to your bedroom only to find it empty.

He practically ran to check all other rooms, his heart pounding so hard in his ribcage that it felt like it would burst. With worry, and with anger.

''Y/N?! This isn't funny! If this is some fucking prank–'' The crease between his brows was strong, but he was silenced when he heard what sounded like your laugh. But it wasn't from here. Was he going crazy?

Hoseok noticed the balcony door was open, so he went outside. That's when he heard your giggle once more from the balcony next to his, the door creaked open on that side as well.

His blood was boiling. You'd broken his one and only rule? Somebody else was making you happy?

If he had no self control left he would've just jumped over to the balcony, but he had to keep his composure. He didn't want to draw any unecessary attention towards himself.

''What a bad kitten...'' He sighed as if he didn't want to say those words, quietly walking back inside, leaving the balcony door open for you.

He considered going over there and bring you back, but he figured he'd see just how long you were staying there. And, as he figured, let you enjoy the last time you'd see that dog hybrid. Actually... He couldn't wait, but he figured out one way to speed up your return.

Hoseok called his neighbour and owner of Seokin, Namjoon. They hadn't spoken outside of work for a while, for good reason. After quite a few long seconds, he answered.

''What do you want?'' Namjoon said in a cold voice.

''It's come to my knowledge that your dog has been playing with my kitten lately.'' Hoseok chuckled lightheartedly, ''I don't remember allowing this.''

Namjoon 'hmm'-ed for a second, ''I wasn't aware you had a new pet.''

''Well, I do... and I'd really recommend for you to tell your dog to stop seeing my kitten if you don't wanna have to get a new pet as well.''

Namjoon remained quiet for a second before exhaling a sigh, ''Fine. Now please don't call me outside of work.''

With that, Hoseok hung up with a victorious smile on his lips, leaning back into the couch as he waited for you.

''I should head back, it's getting late...'' You looked at the clock, knowing that Hoseok should be home from work soon. Jin nodded, giving you a hug before whispering into you ear,

''I'll miss you.''

''I'll be back tomorrow, don't miss me too much.'' You giggle as you hug him back before withdrawing, walking out on his balcony. Quietly and with precision, you jump over back to your side before sneaking back inside. The apartment was dark, and you got startled when you heard your owners voice from the couch when you walked by.

''And where have you been, kitten?''

You freeze, turning towards his stature sitting in the dark, but you can see him clearly, a perk from being a cat hybrid.

''A-ah, Hobi! You're home early...'' You stutter out.

He chuckled as he stood up and sauntered closer to you, one hand reaching up to grasp onto your jaw,

''I got home early to surprise you, but it seems like you don't care about me anymore. Hm?''

You shook your head, ''T-that's not true!''

He tils his head to the side, biting his lower lip to prevent it from trembling with anger. His eye twitched with his next words,

''Then why would you do this me, Y/N? I had one rule... And you broke it! How long have you been sneaking over to that filthy dog, huh?!''

You flinch at his words, feeling the guilt wash over you, his words hitting you like a truck. You hated when he was disappointed or angry at you.

''I'm s-sorry... I didn't think it was a big deal, he was nice to me, and–''

''That's how they manipulate you, Y/N! Everyone seems nice, but truly he wanted to take you away from me! He wanted to break us apart, is that what you wanted?! You're too naive for this outside world!''

His voice raised with every word, almost yelling at you at this point. You shrunk beneath him, feeling small and vulnerable as he cupped your cheeks to look up at his face. His eyes softened when he saw tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

''Kitten,'' He sighed, ''I'm sorry for yelling... I..I just can't stand the thought of losing you. I got so worried when you weren't where you were supposed to be. You understand that, right?''

You nodded.

''Tell me you understand.''

''I u-understand, Hobi... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...''

He smiled, ''Good girl... Now, I know you would never intentionally hurt me, but I have to teach you a lesson now... I have to punish you, so that you know who you belong to.''

You swallowed tightly, looking up at him. He swiped your escaping tears away from your cheeks.

''You will take my punishment like a good girl, and I will forgive you.''

''Y-yes... Anything.''

''Get on your knees.''

As if your body was remoted by his commands, you instantly dropped to your knees in front of him. He turned on the TV to get a dimmed light, to be able to see you just enough. The sight below him was one of his favourites, making him feel in control of you, and the look on your eyes of wanting to please him.

''You're so fucking pretty, kitten.''

A small smile pulled on your lips, yet sitting still as you know he likes to control your every move. He put his hands on his hips, a dominant posture of his as he stares down at you,

''Undo my belt and take off these pants for me, my love.''

You obey, your small hands struggling to undo his belt at first, the embarrassment on your face and blush on your cheeks another turn on for Hoseok. You looked so small.

When the zipper finally come undone, you pull down his pants to his thighs.

''Underwear too.''

He watched your movements, your delicate hands pulling down at the hems of his boxers until his cock is revealed to you. It wasn't hard yet, idly waiting for your attention.

''If you hadn't been such an obedient pet, I would've already been rock hard for you...''

''I-I'm sorry..''

He clacked his tongue, ''Words doesn't mean anything, kitten. You better work for my cum now... Go on, suck on it.''

You lean in, hands placed in your lap as you take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as your eyes peer up at his expression. He was focused, a crease between his brows as he stared down at you with a piercing gaze.

''There you go... I'm already getting hard for you.. Much better than your words.''

He groans quietly when you take down his entire length into your mouth, easier done when he's only half erect. You gag after a few bobs when his cock grew in your mouth to full erection, letting his cock go with a pop of your lips to breathe.

His hand suddenly flies out to grasp your hair, pulling you back in to shove his cock down your throat.

''I didn't say you could stop, kitten. Keep sucking.''

You whimper, a muffled sound that made his cock twitch in your throat as he held you in place, now guiding your movements back and forth to feel your warm tongue stroke against the bottom of his length.

''You understand why I'm disappointed in you, don't you?''

He moves his hips, fucking into your mouth starting at a gentle rhythm that slowly grows rougher with every few strokes,

''You understand that you hurt me, didn't you?''

Muffled sounds escape your throat, drool dripping down from your mouth to pool at the floor. He is now pistoning his hips into your mouth, the wet squelching noise of your wet throat, feeling the way your insides contract.

''Breathe through your nose, kitten,'' He whispers with a strained voice, ''I'm gonna cum down your throat, and you're gonna swallow it all. Then, I will not give you any pleasure, you don't deserve it.''

Your eyes screw shut, focusing hard on breathing as your hands clench into fists in your lap, letting him mouthfuck you to his content. You wanted him to be proud of you, to be pleased with you.

Without warning, he gives a few rough, long strokes into your mouth before his hips freeze, cock shoved deep down your throat as he cums. Several hot, thick ropes of cum spill down your throat, feeling it dribble down and heat up your insides, a low guttural moan vibrating in his chest.

Hoseok keeps still for a moment until he's absolutely sure he's given you every last drop of himself before pulling himself out of you, crouching down until he's eye level with you, his hand letting go of your hair moving to caress your cheek.

''Swallow.''

You swallow obediently with a loud gulp.

''Show me what a good girl you are.''

You open your mouth wide, tongue hanging out to show him that you swallowed everything. He hums with content, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

''I forgive you. Now let's heat up the food I brought, it's your favourite.''

You smiled at his words, letting him take your hand in his after he buckles his belt back on, leading you to the kitchen with him to prepare the dinner.

Nothing made you happier than hearing that he loves you.

He took care of you, fed you, kept a roof over your head, and provided you with every drop of affection that you ever needed. You were so, so happy & lucky to have an owner like him.

#yandere bts #yandere hoseok #yandere hobi #bts smut #hoseok smut #hobi smut #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x yn #hoseok x y/n #hobi x reader #hobi x yn #jhope x reader #jhope x yn #jhope smut #hybridbtsnetwork

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kodzuken-pie · 4 years ago

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May I request a Daichi fluff where him and his s/o wash their BIG dog together? It’s just a big mess and there’s lots of bubbles and giggles. Thank you so much !💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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[ A/N : I pictured this so clearly in my mind like 👁👄👁 . . . And so I present this Daichi fluff for y’all ]

Pairing : ts!Daichi x reader

Warning : None

Word count : 1,953k

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- 𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒅𝒔 — — - ✰

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The sunlight filled the room, making it nice and warm. You and Daichi had been lounging on the couch with your Big Alaskan Malamute, Pepper. He had his arms around you while pepper rested his head on your lap, making you trapped between the two. Daichi had the day off and so you both decided to stay home and spend the day being lazy, binging shows and cuddling on the couch. You had closed your eyes as you wanted to savor the moment then you had an idea.

“Hey,babe?” You looked up at Daichi who had his eyes glued to the screen.

“Hm?” He hums in response, not looking away from the screen.

“Let's give pepper a bath.” You said softly, poking his chest.

Both Daichi and Pepper looked at you, making you giggle. Pepper was more or less excited, his head lifted up and his tail wagging. Daichi looked at you with an amused expression, pausing the show as he looked at you.

“What’s up with you? You don’t usually like giving pepper a bath.” His eyebrow was raised at you, a smirk playing at his lips.

“I just want to bathe him, what’s so wrong with that?” You pouted, eyebrows knitting together.

“Ok, Ok! We can go bathe him.” He unwraps his arms around you then gets up. “Come on then, get your cute butt up off the couch!” He grinned at you teasingly, having both of his hands out for you to take.

You playfully stuck you tongue out at him, reaching for his hands and getting up. Pepper was circling the two of you as you got up, petting him as you made your way to the backyard. You took your big poofy sweater off then hung it on one of the lounge chairs you had outside, revealing you in your black tank top and dark blue shorts. Daichi looked at you with so much admiration, his heart making laps as he looked at you. No makeup, Hair up in a messy bun, and just in your pajamas. To him you were perfect, especially at this picture perfect moment.

“Hey, handsome! Like what you see?” You posed in a wacky manner, pointing at him with finger guns.

This made him laugh hard, hard enough to make him put a hand to his stomach. “You are so adorable!” He said in between laughs, his face turning red.

“I am to be and only be adorable!” You retorted, laughing as well.

Pepper had started running around the backyard, going back and forth between you and Daichi. You straightened up after a bit, getting your breathing under control then walking over to him. He had such a child-like smile plastered on his face, one that had made your heart go over any speed limit.

“What? You seem oddly extra happy..” You put a hand up to his chest, right where here heart was,

“It’s not that, silly little bean!” His smile grew wider. “I’m just in love, that’s all.” He placed a hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to him.

You feel your face flare up, the heat spreading like wildfire. “Wh-wha-what?!” You stuttered out, clearly flustered.

He laughs wholeheartedly, his eyes disappearing. “Love, it’s been 8 years.”

“I-I know! It’s just..” You shied away from him, looking at your hands that were resting on his chest. “I still can’t believe it.”

“Well, you better.” He gives you an eskimo kiss. “Because I’ll love you until the end of time.” His voice was soft, barely a whisper.

“Oh stop that!” You sniffled, swatting his chest playfully. “Can we just wash Pepper already?” Your gaze flicked up to his for a moment before you pulled away from him, patting your thigh for your dog to lean up against.

He looked at you with such a gentle expression then he shook his head. “Yes, yes. Let’s wash Pepper now.”

He walked over to the little shack that was on the far corner of the yard, going in to grab the little utility tub that you would use when you bathed Pepper outside. You let Pepper follow you around as you took the garden hose and unspooled it from the hose reel, filling up the tub that Daichi had placed in the middle of the yard. Your dog was absolutely overjoyed as the tub filled with water, running and barking all around with her tail waving in the air.

“Yes, yes Pepper! It’s bath time for you!” You cheerfully spoke to her and she barked back, her tongue hanging the side of her mouth.

Daichi chuckled to himself at your exchange with the dog, finding it so cute. “Hey, I’m going to go grab her shampoo, ok?” He kissed the side of your head before walking back inside. “Be right back!”

“Ok! Better hurry up, because she is ready to jump in the water!” You giggled, playfully pointing the spray nozzle on Pepper only to fake her out.

He goes back in the house then re-emerges minutes later with the bottle of dog shampoo. “Alright! I got it!” He freezes as he steps out, the scene in front of him seeming to be slow motion.

You were running around, smiling and giggling so freely while your dog was chasing you. He felt his breath get taken away at the sight of you being so carefree and so happy. You stop running once you notice him, Pepper letting out little ‘gruffs’ as she hopped about.

“Come on babe!!” The smile on your face expanded, inviting him over.

He jogs over to you and without notice, you spray him with water. “Hey!” He wiped his face, arching a challenging eyebrow at you. “I see..”

He tries to pry the hose from you, only for Pepper to run in front of him and jump up into his arms. You spray them both again, Pepper seeming to be the only one entertained. He could see the mischief in your eyes so he squints at you.

“Try that again. Bet.” He challenges you, a smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do?” You return the tone, your lips curling up into a cat-like smile.

“Do it. Spray me.” He seemed to be confident even though he probably couldn’t do much with a giant dog in his arms.

You took the challenge, snickering after you spray him. You didn’t even notice that he had put pepper down and has now managed to steal the hose from you. He gives a fake evil laugh, the spray nozzle pointed at you.

“Put your hands up!” He changes his stance, smiling wickedly.

You gasp rather dramatically at this, putting your hands up in the air. “Oh no sir! I didn’t do anything, I swear!” You played innocent then put a hand up to your forehead. “Please let me go! I’m just an innocent young lady!”

“Are you now?” He pretends to put the nozzle down but then he sprays you once you’ve let your guard down.

“Hey!!” You looked at him in shock then you started giggling.

“What? You started it first, you know?” He chuckles then he waves you over. “Come on, you were the one who said to bathe Pepper.”

You nod and call Pepper over. “Come on, Pepper! In the tub!” As per command, she hops in. “Good girl!”

“Good girl, Pepper!” Daichi said the same time as you, still chuckling.

“Go ahead and wet her, I’ll grab the shampoo!” You walk over to the lounge chair where he had left the shampoo then you walk back.

You open the tube and start pouring it on your dog, lathering it up with your hands. He sprays her a little more to help with lathering up before he comes over to start washing her too.

About halfway through washing Pepper, an idea came to your mind. You giggle to yourself, peeking at Daichi for a second before scooping up a whole bunch of foam.

He notices you look at him so he squints at you. “What are you up to now?”

“Nothing~” You said nonchalantly before jumping up and blowing the foam bubbles towards him.

He waved it off, making it float around in the air. “Oh, so you want a bubble war, huh?” He takes a handful of bubbles and runs around towards you, blowing it your way.

You ran around, playing ring around the rosie with him. Pepper starts barking and getting excited, shaking all the water and suds out.

“PEPPER!!” You yelled and chased her around.

“Come back!” Daichi grabbed the hose and started spraying Pepper.

Bubbles and foam flew around the air, the atmosphere looked like it was from a movie scene. Time seemed to have slowed and it was like a sweet melody played in the background. Your hair flowed beautifully in the air, yours and his laughter mixed. He chased after you, dropping the hose to wrap you around his arms. The both of you tumbled on to the ground, a big laughing mess. He kept you safely in his arms, laying on your sides.

“I would definitely want to bathe Pepper all the time now!” You wiped your face clear of random suds, laughter slowly dying down.

“Really?” He asked, a bit perplexed.

“Yeah! I mean as long as we bathe her out here!” You beamed up at him.

“I guess that’s what we’re going to be doing from now on!” He returned the smile,

You raised both of your hands up in the air, your face radiated happiness and he loved it. He relished in this exact moment. Bubbles still flew in the air and off to somewhere far away, the grass brushing up against both of your exposed skin. The two of you faced each other, both looking at the other very lovingly.

“My pretty girl.” He tucked your hair behind your ear.

“My handsome man.” You purred at his touch.

His eyes remained on yours, looking deeply into them. You closed the space between you and gave him a chaste kiss, tracing his jaw with your finger. He hummed as you kissed him while you smiled against his lips.

“I still can’t believe it’s already been eight years.” You said softly after pulling away.

“Don’t forget, we’ve been married for half of those years.” He rested his forehead on yours.

You giggled then rubbed his nose with yours. “It’s still surreal to me, being called Mx. Sawamura.”

“It has a nice ring to it though.” He smiled wolfishly.

“It really does..” You traced little shapes on his chest.

“Hey.” He swiped your cheek with the back of his hand and you hummed in response. “I love you.” A soft smile grazed his features.

“Hey.” You tapped his nose again and he scrunched it up. “I love you too.” You giggled lightly, the corners of your eyes closing.

“I love y-“ He gets cut off by Pepper who is now laying in between you two.

You start laughing again, your arms up in the air. Pepper whined, licking Daichi’s face. He petted her head while you rubbed her tummy. Laughs and giggles filled the air again, amusement surrounded by love.

“Ok, ok! Let’s get this good girl washed now, shall we?” He patted her head then got up.

“Let’s!” You took his hand and got up. “Then it’s our turn?” You looked at him bashfully.

“After we dry her but yes, our turn later.” He smiled softly at you.

You finished up bathing your dog and cleaning up. The rest of the day was spent loafing and relaxing in each other’s arms. The warmth spreading around, encasing the place with nothing but love.

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