#also gasped and yowled a bit

[woso-dreamzzz]

Surgery VIII

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You go to the cat shelter

If Ingrid was getting you a cat then she would do it properly.

She'd researched cat shelters. She'd found one that had a recent intake of kittens.

A cat was a lifelong friend and you and your cat deserved to grow up together.

She'd contacted the shelter and arranged a visit.

Ingrid knew today would be the day you got your cat so she'd prepared with a carrier and some blankets. She'd expected you to get attached to the kittens, to want to keep all of them and she'd already planned out a speech on why you could only have one, two if they were particularly closely bonded.

Somehow, the alternative was much worse.

You hadn't gotten attached to the kittens at all. You'd had a lot of fun playing with them but none had sparked a bond with you.

So, Ingrid resigned herself to you having a full grown cat as your companion. It wasn't the growing up together idea she had planned but that was okay.

Ingrid watches as you go through the rows of enclosures full of cats. She's content to let you and Mapi take the lead, equally as excited as each other and feeding off each other's energy.

You gasp and Ingrid looks up from her phone.

"I love them!"

At first, Ingrid is glad that you've found a cat that you seem to like but then she looks at Mapi and goes pale. Mapi's eyes are wide and she's furiously shaking her head at Ingrid.

Mapi can deny you nothing so Ingrid knows it's up to her to guide you away from this decision.

Though she isn't quite sure why Mapi isn't happy that you've found your forever friend.

Well...maybe because it's not one forever friend but two.

Ingrid's face mimics Mapi's perfectly as she peers into the cage.

Two cats sit inside.

One is truly a monstrosity. It's massive with long, ginger fur and a tuft that reaches all around its neck like a mane. Its face is reminiscent of a lion as well, all regal and judgemental.

The second is also a ginger tabby but the size of a regular cat. Or, it would be if it wasn't the fattest cat Ingrid has ever seen. It's practically a circle and she wonders briefly how it's even supporting its own weight as it wanders over to where you've stuck your fingers through the arms.

"I see you've found our gingers."

Ingrid nearly screams as one of the shelter workers approach.

"They were surrendered by a nice old lady who couldn't care for them anymore."

Mapi scoffs. "Yeah, looks like she really cared for them." She's pointedly looking at the chunky cat that has now rolled onto its back for belly tickles that you strain through the bars to give it.

The shelter worker winces. "Yeah, he's a little fat, isn't he?"

"Not fat!" You snap," Cuddle sized!"

The worker laughs a little bit. "He does give good cuddles. But he's on a weight loss program. Believe it or not he was much larger when he arrived."

Ingrid can't believe it because this cat is truly round and she can't imagine it being fatter than it is now.

"And of course, we've got his young friend there. They were surrendered together so they're very attached. They're bonded so we can't let one go without the other."

"Here that, cub?" Ingrid decides to break it to you now. "We can't bring one of them home without the other. Say goodbye now and we'll go and look at the kittens again."

You pout, drawing your hand away from the fat cat. "Bye-bye."

You turn to leave, Mapi already halfway across the room to see the kittens again before a loud yowling chirp freezes you in your tracks.

The big lion cat keeps warbling until you turn to face it.

"Sorry," You say," Mama says we can't take you away from each other."

As if he knows who to blame, the lion cat hisses at Ingrid before purring as he rubs his body across the bars of the cage. His fat companion remains flopped on his back in invitation (though Ingrid's ninety percent sure it's because he's so fat that he can't actually get up again).

Ingrid tries to guide you away but the lion cat keeps calling for your attention and the fat cat stays on his back for belly tickles.

She looks at Mapi for help.

"No," She says, catching Mapi's apologetic look," Mapi, no. He's fat and the other one is a monstrosity."

"Ingrid..."

"Mapi! You can't be serious!"

"We agreed on getting her a cat."

"Yes, a cat! One cat!"

"You said two at a stretch," You say quite unhelpfully. Over the course of the argument, you've somehow gotten into the cage and are sitting on the floor happily as you give the fat cat belly tickles while the monster sits in your lap.

"Oh, yeah, you did say that Ingrid."

"Mapi, whose side are you on right now?"

"Er...I'll be quiet. Cub, if you want the cats you need to convince Ingrid."

"I won't be convinced."

You stay silent for a long while even as Ingrid tries to get you moving.

Eventually, you stand and approach her. The fat cat is dangling from your hands as you present him like baby Simba. The lion cat sits at your feet, teeth bared in warning should Ingrid deny you.

"I love them!" You tell Ingrid earnestly," They're both cuddle sized and I love them a lot!"

"Cub," Ingrid says," They might be mean to Bagheera. You don't want Bagheera to feel sad, do you?"

"Actually," The damned shelter worker says," They're both perfectly good with other cats."

"Well..." Ingrid desperately tries to come up with another excuse.

"Mama," You say," Please?" Your eyes glisten with unshed tears as the fat cat mews pitifully at Ingrid.

She sighs.

"Cub, if I let you-"

"Mami! Mama's letting me keep them!" You tell Mapi triumphantly who gives you the biggest fake smile in the world.

"That's great, Cub!" She tells you before muttering under her breath to Ingrid," How could you let this happen?! The monster is going to kill me in my sleep! And the fat one is going to eat all our food!"

"How is this my fault?!" Ingrid hisses back, already reaching to take the paperwork," You're the one that left it up to me!"

"Because you're meant to be the strong one! We both know I would have caved much earlier! Why couldn't you be strong, Ingrid? Why?"

Ingrid signs her name on all of the papers and sighs. "Because she was about to cry and the monster looked like he was about to bite me."

Both of them turn to look at where you're still cuddling with the fat one. The monster is staring back at them, unblinking as it flicks its ear dismissively.

"Are we sure that's a cat?" Mapi checks," I think we should call the zoo."

"It might eat us before that..."

You seem happy though, a beaming smile on your face all the way home.

Both cats make themselves at home. The fat one finds Bagheera's usual sunspot and flops down. His whole body stretches out as he snoozes easily.

The monster immediately jumps onto the kitchen counters to survey his new kingdom and you dart around setting out the new bowls and toys before grinning at Ingrid and Mapi, who are awestruck at how brazen these new cats are.

Bagheera seems to be similarly shocked and a tad judgemental as she pokes her head out of her cat tree to stare.

"He is Garfield," You point at the fat one," Because he is round and cuddle sized." You point at the monster. "And that's León because he is my little lion."

In no way would Ingrid describe that cat as little.

Mapi, for the first time today, decides to be helpful. "You can't call him León," She says," That's our surname. He's León León."

You nod. "I know. It's a pretty name for a pretty lion."

Ingrid wouldn't describe him as pretty either.

"Garfield and León-León," You say with an air of finality," Mami, Mama, thank you for my kitties!"

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

I love your writing so much! I also love the Curtis bros and a little bit of low stakes angst, so, for a request I would love to see Ponyboy and Soda having a rare fight and Darry having to deal with them being absolute children while being super flabbergasted that they’re even fighting in the first place and trying to figure out what the heck is going on

OOOH LOVE this ask I will do my best!! fic under the cut!!

When Darry pulled up at the house to yellin' that damn near echoed down the block, he wasn't exactly surprised, per se. The boys were always yelling. It didn't matter if they were pleased or hacked off or dangerously close to tears. They didn't have what you might call volume control.

Darry threw the truck in park 'n killed the engine, listenin' carefully. If he was gonna have to go break up a fight he wanted at least some forewarnin'. He can pick out Pony's voice as it rises shrilly. Not a good sign. But he can't quite identify the second voice, or voices?, but if he had to guess, he would play his chips on Steve. He couldn't leave those two alone for five goddamn minutes without them tryin' to kill each other. He rests his head on the steerin' wheel for a moment, bone tired. But there was never any time to just be tired. So out he gets.

He climbs out, easin' the door shut behind him. He doesn't want to give his troublemakers any heads-up. If he had to pry them off one another at least he could deal with it right away instead of havin' to watch them shoot glares 'n jabs 'n ill-placed kicks under the table.

"Tell him to knock it off!" Pony's voice has hit an all-time high note, forget whinin', this was wailin'. The other person isn't yellin' yet, but they're gettin' there. Darry locks the truck, cocks his head. If he didn't know better he would say that it was-

"Soda! I can't believe you're takin' his side over this!" Soda? Now that was not what he had expected.

"Well if you stopped actin' like a brat-" The second Darry hears the word brat leave Soda's mouth he's up the steps before he can blink. Somethin' had to be seriously wrong. Brat was only ever used by Steve and at a high price every time.

Darry's got his hand on the knob but he hasn't quite twisted it when he hears Pony's shocked little gasp and then his vicious "Dropout."

When Darry opens the front door Soda is already on top of Ponyboy. For a moment he just stands there. They don't seem to notice at all. Pony shoves his hand hard into Soda's chest 'n Soda grabs a fist full of Pony's hair 'n yanks. Pony yowls and knees him in the stomach. Soda yelps 'n pins him down to the floor, jabbin' 'n scratchin' 'n not doin' any serious damage at all. Pony wriggles fiercely, manages to worm out from beneath Soda 'n scramble to his feet. He looks like he's seriously considerin' jumpin' back down on him with Darry grabs him by the back of the neck. Soda dives for Pony again and Darry snaps him by the bicep, forcibly keepin' them apart,

"What the hell has gotten into the two of you?" Pony registers shock for a moment, blinkin' up at Darry with big, wet eyes before he refocuses on Soda.

"Ask him. He's the one that jumped on me!" Darry turns to Soda, shakes him when he doesn't say anythin', just keeps on glarin' at Pony.

"Sodapop Curtis, what is goin' on here?" Soda turns his scowl on Darry, anger blazin' in his eyes. He only falters when Darry matches his stare, rattlin' him by the arm for good measure.

"He was bein' a brat." Soda mumbles 'n Darry releases him only to cuff him up the back of his head.

"Ow!"

"Don't call your brother that." Pony smirks 'n Darry rounds on him. "'N don't let me catch you lookin' smug, lil boy, I know better than to think you didn't have a hand in this."

"Aw, lay off him Darry." Soda kicks at the carpet and Darry whips back to him with a scoff, jaw open in bewilderment.

"Lay off? Soda I just yanked you off him!"

"That's different." Soda bats his eyes at Darry like he always does, hopin' for leeway 'n knowin' he was a pushover when it came to his first kid brother. "Pony was bein' an assh-"

"What the hell-" Darry heaves an exasperated sigh 'n Pony at least has the sense to stop while he's ahead. Out of the corner of his eye he catches Soda stick his tongue out. Pony lets out an indignant wail 'n is only stopped from resumin' their scrap by Darry's hand squeezin' the back of his neck.

"Glory God. I don't know what is wrong with you two today but I'm not dealin' with it. Ponyboy Michael, you go to your room. Sodapop Patrick, you go to mine. I don't want to hear a peep from either of you."

Both boys instantly start whinin'.

"But Darryyy-"

"C'mon Dar-"

"No sirree, I'm not hearin' it. You want to act like lil' kids I'm more than happy to treat you that way. Now not another word before I stick the both of you in corners, too."

Darry releases his grip on both of them, givin' a gentle shove down the hall. The second they're out of his grasp 'n around the corner Darry can hear the sound of a slap on bare skin 'n a shove that sends one of them careenin' into the wall.

"Darry!"

"If I need to escort your asses down that hall neither of you are goin' to like it!" He clenches his fists so hard his knuckles are white. Mercifully, he hears a muttered asshole 'n the respondin' bitch 'n both doors slam without any more fightin'. Glory god, they were gonna make him grey before he was twenty-five.

He sighs again, runs a hand up the back of his neck 'n finally realizes Steve has been standin' stock still in the living room the entire time, lookin' more than a little shell-shocked.

"You alright, kid?"Steve shakes his head to clear it, lookin' just as bewildered as Darry felt.

"Yeah? Yeah. I'm good."

"Am I right to guess you were involved in all this?"

"Uh, kinda? I wasn't fightin' or nothin'." He rubs his hands sheepishly back 'n forth on his jeans in a way Darry knows he picked up from him. "But, uh, I was teasin' the Ponykid. I didn't expect it to get ballistic or nothin'."

Darry sits down heavily at the table, exhausted. "We've talked about you ribbin' on Pony before, yeah?"

Steve bites at the inside of his lip. "Yeah, sorry Darry." Darry didn't mind the two of them goin' back 'n forth a bit. Privately, he thought Soda coddled him too much. Well. Normally. But Steve 'n Pony could never stop when they should. Their digs could turn into brawls before you could blink.

"It's alright. Somehow I don't think I can blame you for Soda jumpin' on the kid." Steve cracks a smile, still lookin' lost. "Tell you what, you get over there 'n wash those dishes 'n I'll call this one even."

Steve nods, ducks into the kitchen 'n flips on the tap. Darry scrubs a hand over his face, tryin' to find his head. Darry knew exactly how to break up a fight between Steve 'n Pony, or Dallas' 'n Steve. He had it down to a science how to navigate the fall out of Two makin' the wrong jokes to the wrong people. Hell, he could settle a fight between nearly any of his kid brothers with practiced ease in five minutes flat.

But Pony 'n Soda? God, they were their own entire world.

Darry remembered, back when they were kids, nothin' was worse than a true Soda/Pony beatdown. They just got each other better. So when they managed to get each other's goat, breakin' them up like steppin' in the middle of a shoot out. They were just as liable to turn on you as they were to go after the other.

There were very few things about how their relationships had changed Darry was grateful for, but if it had made Soda 'n Pony closer so Darry didn't have to deal with any of their fighting, well, he wouldn't lick a gift horse in the mouth.

Apparently, the universe thought things had been goin' too smoothly lately.

Darry sighs again, leaves Steve scrubbin' at the pan Darry had been dreadin' washin' all day. Small favors.

He hesitates in the hall, tryin' to decide which of the two boys to talk to first. He worries his lip, figures he better sit Pony down. He's got a naggin' feelin' that this has more to do with Soda 'n he wants to get one of them dealt with. Plus, bein' alone had a repentant effect on Soda. Pony could sit in a dark room for a week 'n come out more mad than he'd gone in.

Darry swears he got that particular vice from Dallas but it's more likely it came from Darry. They were the same brand of fool-headed stubborn sometimes.

Darry knocks lightly on the door and slips inside, schoolin' his features based on Pony's attitude. He's not surprised when he finds the kid knees up in his chest, forehead down. Darry softens, concedes, if only to himself. They were more similar than he admits, 'n he knows from experience, fightin' with Soda hurts worse than just about anythin'.

"Hey, kid." Pony lifts his head up miserably, he's not quite cryin' but he looks like it wouldn't take much to work him up to it.

"He hates me, Darry." Glory God it takes everythin' in him not to roll his eyes.

"No, he does not hate you." Darry plops down on the bed, nudgin' Pony over.

"Yes, he does!"

"Ponyboy, your brother does not hate you now hush." Darry snaps and Pony whimpers. Darry takes a deep breath. Pony feels things different. You gotta be gentler. Glory, when Soda wasn't takin' a chunk out of the kid he was far better at this than Darry.

"Now you hate me too!" And he dissolves into messy tears.

"Oh, baby," Sometimes Pony couldn't see the obvious through all the things he told himself in his head. Now, that was where Darry 'n Pony split. Darry was all ruthless practicality. Soda was where they met in the middle, he supposed. The perfect balance.

Darry cups a hand behind Pony's head and pulls him to his chest. He knows the kid must be feelin' particularly vulnerable when he doesn't protest at all.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" Darry asks after a long moment broken only by Pony's sniffles. Pony wipes a hand across his eyes and sniffs.

"Steve called me a baby and a tag-a-long and I said... somethin'... back 'n Soda got mad 'n told us to knock it off but we didn't 'n then he jumped on me." Darry grabs Pony gently by the shoulders, pullin' him away from his chest, 'n fixin' him with a look.

"Stop givin' me the Ponyboy special." The Ponyboy special was what they all called Pony's tendency to recall only the parts of a story that made him look good. "I know you must've said somethin' real nasty to Steve, 'n from what I heard, Soda was doin' a decent job of not yellin' until you kept pushin', kiddo."

Pony at least has the decency to look sheepish. "You heard that?"

"Yes, siree. Wanna explain to me what was goin' through that head a yours?" Pony worries at his lip, runs his hands back 'n forth over his knees in a way that gives Darry deja vu.

"Nothin', Darry. I wasn't thinkin'. I was just real mad at Steve for callin' me those things." Darry sighs, figures that's the closest he's gettin' to the truth.

"That was no reason to carry on that fight with your brother." Pony drops his chin to his chest 'n Darry uses a finger to gently lift his head til he's lookin' him in the eye. "I'm gonna need you to apologize to Soda 'n Steve when all's said 'n done, understand?"

Pony nods miserably 'n Darry presses a kiss to his hair. "Good, honey. I'm not mad, alright? 'N neither is Soda. Now, I want you to stay here until I let you out, savvy?"

Pony bobs his head 'n Darry squeezes his shoulder, standin'. "Love you, kid."

"Love you too, Dar." Darry eases the door shut and takes a steadin' breath. Soda rarely found himself in these predicaments. He'd get himself in trouble until the cows came home but always in the pursuit of a good time. When Soda fell for somethin' serious he fell hard.

Darry turns, puts his hand on the knob of his bedroom door 'n hears the sounds of Soda tryin' to muffle his own sobs. It nearly cracks his heart in two. 'N suddenly he remembers somethin' else about those fights from when they were kids: Soda fought like he smoked- never without a damn good reason.

Darry swings the door open 'n Soda jolts up, runnin' both hands across his face to wipe away the tears.

"Is Pony ok?" God, Soda was the best of them sometimes.

"Pony's fine. Just a lil' shook up." Soda crumbles to the bed, buries his head in his hands.

"Fuck. He's gonna think I hate him." Glory. Sometimes it was hard to tell where Soda ended 'n Pony began.

"He knows you don't." Darry walks to the bed side 'n sits, runnin' a hand up 'n down Soda's back.

"No, he don't." Soda whimpers 'n Darry sighs, enfoldin' him in a hug 'n pullin' him up beside him.

"Soda, if I know the two of you, you'll be right as rain by dinner. Pony'll bounce back. He's a resilient kid." Soda bites the inside of his cheek, shrugs a shoulder, looks generally unconvinced. "I want to hear about you right now, Pepsi."

"You don't gotta worry about me, Dar." Soda gets to his feet, paces once around the bed 'n back.

"Soda, don't lie to me. I'm not in the mood. It's my job to worry about you." Soda pauses by the foot 'n studies Darry with those piercin' honey headlights that can see straight through any of them. Apparently findin' Darry wasn't foolin' he sighs, drops back to the mattress.

"I'm sorry, Dar."

"I know, honey. Why don't you tell me what's buggin' you?" Soda opens his mouth 'n Darry cuts him off. "'N if you tell me nothin' I'm not gonna let you out of this room until next week." Soda shuts his mouth, pulls at a straw thread at the bottom of his DX shirt.

"Some guys from my old class dropped by the DX today." Darry lets out a low hiss of understandin'. Soda's year would be graduatin' before the end of the month.

Now, Soda was real good at actin' like he didn't care. He was a master at shruggin' off digs 'n laughin' off punches. If Soda decided the world would see him as just fine? Well, no one would ever know the difference. 'N Soda had decided everyone would see him as someone who didn't care he'd dropped out.

Just about the only person who didn't believe that routine was Darry.

"They were ribbin' about savin' up for caps 'n gowns 'n all that bullshit 'n... I dunno. 'N then I got off 'n came home 'n Pony 'n Steve were at it again 'n I just couldn't take it." Soda doesn't wait for Darry to offer, just collapses against his chest. "I just couldn't take the fightin' on top of it all. 'N I know he didn't mean it but then Pony called me a dropout 'n I-"

"Oh, Pepsi-Cola." Soda lets out a weak little sob at the nickname and Darry hauls him against his side. "I'm sorry."

Soda sits back up suddenly, scrubbin' tears away with blunt nails that leave red trails along his freckled cheeks. "It's fine! I mean I'm fine with it! I like workin' at the DX 'n I hated school because I'm too stupid for it 'n-"

"Sodapop Patrick you are not stupid. You hear me? I won't let anyone talk about you that way 'n I'm not gonna listen to it from you. You are smarter than I will ever be in all the ways it matters- you hear me? And sometimes... sometimes it's ok to not be fine."

Soda takes a big hiccupin' breath 'n looks at Darry with those big eyes that Darry would let him get away with murder for. "Ok." He sniffles 'n Darry gently wipes the last of his tears away. He's quiet for a long moment, just blinkin' at Darry. "You're allowed to not be tough all the time too."

God, Soda.

"Fine. We'll make a deal then. No more actin' like were tuff when we don't feel it, alright?" Soda smiles wetly, runs his sleeve under his nose.

"Deal."

"Good, now c'mere." Darry pulls him into a hug 'n Soda melts against him. Darry could have let him stay there forever, but Soda isn't one to be held still. He pulls back 'n runs his hands through his hair, pats at his pockets for his cigs.

"Can I go see Pony?" Darry ruffles his hair 'n smiles at him fondly.

"If Pony wants, yes." He doesn't know why he bothers. Pony would forgive Soda highway robbery 'n Soda would do anything' for that kid.

Darry drops one final kiss to Soda's temple 'n he peels out of the room 'n into Pony's, not botherin' to shut either door. Darry takes a deep breath, listens as Soda 'n Pony babble incoherent apologies over each other.

He ducks out of the room to give them more privacy 'n moves back down the hall. Steve's finished the dishes 'n is awkwardly shufflin' back 'n forth in the kitchen.

"Good job, Stevie." Darry pats him on the back 'n Steve lets out a sigh of relief. Soda 'n Pony tear back out, hootin' at some joke 'n Darry thanks his lucky stars he was right. Soda 'n Pony fall hard. But they always somehow manage to land on their feet.

"You ok, Superman?" Steve drops into a chair at the table as Darry kicks the stove on for dinner.

Darry turns 'n find Soda's sharp eyes already on him. "You know, Steve? A little tired, but I am." Soda grins, drops beside Steve 'n pulls a chair up beside him for Pony.

"Are you alright, Soda?" Darry leans back against the counter 'n watches the automatic of course! come 'n go in Soda's mouth.

"Not really, not right now. But... I think I will be."

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you've heard of broke bucky who says "call me baby boy" you've heard of woke bucky who says "call me daddy" but may I present to you bespoke bucky who says "Call me an ogre and say it like you love me"

When the Omegas turn towards the stairs, Bucky gives Steve a light shove to indicate he should follow them. Steve takes a few trotting steps, but then stops for a second, turns back, and dares to give him a look of offense, mouth open and eyes wide, his crooked nose flared in indignation.

“Go to bed,” Bucky whispers under his breath quickly. “Now.”

Steve sets his jaw, then crosses his arms over his chest and leans in, sticking out his sharp jaw. Bucky sees his eyes brightening and he raises a metal finger, opening his mouth about to warn him, but –

“Make me,” Steve whispers back.

Bucky snaps his eyes and jaw shut, sucking in a deep breath through his nose as he closes his fist. Then he turns and gives the Baron a tight smile, lifting a finger.

“One second,” he says.

Bucky jerks around again, then grabs Steve by the back of his neck, scruffs him, and starts marching him to the stairs. Steve gasps like he’s really offended now, tripping over his petticoat, but Bucky hauls him past the other Omegas.

“Bucky, fuck off!” Steve snaps at him loudly, also grabbing at the hand at the back of his neck.

“Fucking,” Bucky hisses.

He stops, pivots, and knocks his left shoulder into Steve’s still cum-bloated belly, sweeping him off his feet with his metal arm around his knees; Steve’s braid falls over his back and smacks him in the ass hard enough to jolt him, but Bucky’s already moving again.

“Hey!” Steve yells, hollers, and at the top of his lungs, immediately kicking his feet and banging on Bucky’s back with surprisingly heavy fists. “You fucking bollox! You put me down right this fucking second, you absolute Neanderthal!”

“You’re causing a scene, sweetheart,” Bucky growls, taking the steps two at a time. “Which way to my room?” he snaps at the nearest maid.

She jumps a bit, then scuttles up the stairs and points east.

“See if I let you touch me again, you gowl, you rotten little gobshite!” Steve keeps caterwauling, beating at Bucky’s back, his legs thrashing around under his locked metal arm and boots kicking up his skirt and petticoat to show his racy negligee and sheer stockings. “If you fell, ya snámhaí pox, ya’d be halfway home and all your rotten little enemies wouldn’t have to lift a finger! You fuck around hard enough one of these days, you’re gonna fucking find out the consequences! Put me down!”

“What does that even mean?” Bucky sighs, breaking into a jog to get this over with as quickly as possible, because the crowd in the grand entrance hall is growing, it’s not just the Baron and his family and the guests, valets and maids have poked their heads out of doorways to look at the commotion. “Snauvee what?” he adds.

“Snámhaí pox!” Steve repeats, twisting around to bellow right in Bucky’s ear, also grabbing his hair in a vice-like fist to yank hard enough Bucky winces. “Put me down right now, you lick arse!”

“That one I think I get,” Bucky mutters to himself, flicking up his eyebrows. “My room!” he snaps again at the maid.

She squeaks a bit, but hurries to show him to where he’s going to be staying for the night. Steve won’t cease his frenzied, verbal rampage, shouting at the top of his lungs, or his thrashing around as Bucky carries him kicking and screaming down a corridor. At this point, it’s become endearing.

“Tá mé chun tú a mharú!” he ends up shrieking in what is probably Irish, because it’s definitely not Romanian. “Tá mé chun do chuid fola a fhiuchadh go dtí go bpléascfaidh tú, a mhic le fraochÚn, agus beidh mé ag gáire nuair a thosaíonn tú ag screadaíl, a ogre! Put me the fuck down!”

“Did you just call me an ogre?” Bucky cuts into his tirade.

“Yes!” Steve yowls back. “And another thing, you’ve got a mouth that’d make an arse jealous!”

Bucky can’t help but laugh.

“Oh, and you’ve got enough cheek for a second one, too!” Steve spits out, kicking his legs harder for all the good that does. “You think you’re all that and a bag of gold ducat, but there’s more meat on a spider’s knuckle than on your pathetic, two-minute knot, James Bu–fucking–chanan Barnes!”

Bucky has to just look at Steve’s ass, agast. The maid looks ten times as scandalized.

“Where on Earth do you get these insults?” Bucky demands.

“You’re as useful as an ashtray on a bicycle!” Steve just carries on, his voice echoing through the whole fucking keep. “And you’ve been ridden more than a whole flock of them!”

“Did you just call me a whore?” Bucky demands, stopping to just look at Steve’s skirted rump.

“Yes!” Steve shouts.

“Ba’al’s balls,” Bucky sighs to himself, just shaking his head, and resumes walking.

The maid opens a French door, white and paneled in gold fleur de lis, and her eyes are wide and mouth open as she watches Bucky haul Steve into the room tossed over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” Steve yells, hammering at his back again.

Bucky spins around and gestures to the maid, giving her a forcedly patient smile. She quickly shuts the door.

[gay-fieri-05]

Time to actually start the story

This is part 1

Hope at the time of this, is wearing typical witch attire (from the drawing I made)

- a half witch is battling another witch when said witch shrinks them. The half witch along with some of his potions are now shrunken into a cookie sized form.

- he runs for his life and ends up in the dark cacao kingdom, he is freezing cold so he turns into an animal that can survive a long time in the cold. He specifically turns into a wandering albatross which allows him to fly around and basically check out the village below him (also allowing him to fly for a long period of time)

- he examines the town below him and is in awe seeing the various buildings and plants. “Cookies made all of this?”

- suddenly tho, the village all looks up at him most with looks of confusion, others with terror

- the half witch isn’t even given enough time to process their reactions as a large object hits him square in the head knocking him out of the fly. Everything goes dark for hope.

- after a few hours, he groggily wakes up in a prison cell, made of what appears to be stone, the air is chilling which makes the witch shiver. He scans around the area only to realize his potion bag was taken. The half witch curses under his breath and tries to look for a way out.

- he tries to move, only to just stumble onto his face. A quiet “ow” escapes his mouth. He looks for see two guards standing with their backs turned towards him. Hope notices something very important. A key.

- the half witch realizes that is his ticket to get out. He turns into a ringtail lemur, sneaking out of the restraints and he gently takes the key. In his head he says “I got it.. now what?”

- he spots a small stone on the floor and proceeds to throw it threw the bars, this causes to guard to ready their weapons and look away and within moments, the witch is able to put the key in and unlock the cage, allowing him to escape. The two guards quickly turn and begin to chase him.

- the witch turns into a husky allowing him to run a bit faster than the guards while also keeping him somewhat warm. He runs as fast as he can and tries him best to get away from the guards as much as he can. Even tripping them with objects like sticks and stones.

- he eventually is able to get through parts of the village, trying his best to dodge attacks from passersby.

- he eventually makes it to the outskirts of the village but not before being hit in the leg with a black arrow, he yowls in pain. A loud echoing sound that rings across the village.

- he tries his very best to drag himself as far away as he can, leaving a staining trail of blood. He eventually ends up in a more temperate climate where he finds a large willow tree and he proceeds to crawl down to and lays under.

- he passes out from stress, once again sleeping but only for an hour before he begins to hear voices.

- “I think someone or something under the tree is hurt” he hears a child’s voice say. “Their jam looks.. unusual and it smells like rocks” another voice states.

- slow footsteps are heard approaching the witch. “Be careful gingerbrave” a softer child’s voice pleads. A peppermint cane slowly pulls back the leaves to the tree.

- the half witch, still full of fear from his escape bellows out “approach me..” he pants “…and meet your demise.” He breaths heavily, still feeling the sharp pain in his leg from the arrow. The figures read their weapons as the leafs are slowly move to the side, revealing a child cookie with skull sprinkles on his chest.

- the cookie stops dead in his tracks, all gasp in completely awe.

- after a few seconds, one of the cookies, a wizard finally breaks the silence. “a… A WITCH”

- “… suprise…” the witch says in a breathy exhausted voice.

@fading-bisexual-queen-milkshake @facadesinternalveil

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2024 Day 1

Cat Bath - Madmare

“I don’t think cookie dough is supposed to be that runny.” Mare weakly chuckled, looking over Mad’s shoulder to see the bowl he stirred into. 

“I don’t know what I did wrong. I was following Phantom’s recipe.” Mad sighed, picking up the paper Phantom scribbled on, and squinted at it. “Maybe I wasn’t supposed to use eight cups of butter.” 

“Eight cups of what?” Mare took the recipe to see for himself. “Starlight, it’s eight tablespoons.”

“Table…Phantom has terrible writing,” Mad huffed, looking at the ruined batter. 

“He does.” 

“I have no idea how to fix this.” 

“Maybe we could ask-” Mare’s suggestion turned into a shout when Al suddenly landed on the counter from the fridge, misjudging the distance and knocking the bowl over.

“Oh, Al!” Mad gasped, seeing the buttery batter get all over the cat’s fur. “You’re a mess!”

“Mer-ow!” Al wailed and tried to shake it off. 

“You’re getting it everywhere!” Mare grabbed a hand towel and threw it on the cat. 

“Mow!” Al tried to run off, but Mad caught him. 

“I don’t think cats can have that much butter. We can't let Al lick this all off." Mad hugged Al and tried to use the towel to wipe off some of the mess. Mare knew that if he were the one doing that, Al would claw his face off, but in Mad’s arms, he just looked sad. 

“I’ll get the bath started.” Mare sighed, heading for the bathroom.

“We’ll try to be as quick as possible,” Mad promised as he went into the hall closet and pulled out the pet soap. Al saw the bottle and started meowing frantically. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, buddy.” Mad joined Mare in the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet. 

“I have the water only a few inches deep, just enough to work with.” Mare stepped out and was back a moment later with a cup. “Put on your big boy pants, Al. The sooner we do this, the sooner it’ll be done.” Al hissed at Mare. “And that is why I’m on cup duty, young man.” Mare wagged the cup toward Al. 

Al just hissed again.

“In we go.” Mad tossed the soiled towel aside and sat Al in the bathtub, feeling his heart ache when Al yowled in protest. He lifted a paw, shook it, then his other, and then his other, going in an endless cycle of trying to dry his paws. “I’m sorry.” Mad held out the words as he scratched Al’s head, keeping him still as Mare poured the warm water from the cup onto the cat’s body. Al made a growling noise of disapproval, eyes filled with daggers at Mare. 

“Your cat is going to kill me later.” Mare said. 

“He’ll pout, but some of the good kitty treats and cuddles will make it all better.” Mad squirted some soap on his hand and started lathering Al up. “I’m working as fast as I can.” He said when Al made more of that growling sound. 

“When you say the good kitty treats you’re talking about that tube stuff he goes nuts for?” Mare waited until the scrubbing paused before going back to pouring water. 

“Absolutely. I’m going to spoil the hell out of him.” Mad chuckled, continuing to scrub to make sure he got all of the batter out. 

“Like you don’t already do that.” Mare rolled his eyes.

“Someone sounds jealous~” Mad sang his tease. 

“I’m not jealous of a cat.”

“You’re jealous of the spoiling.”

“Maybe a bit,” Mare muttered, his frown turning into a smile when Mad kissed his cheek. 

“We might be able to spoil each other after Al goes to sleep,” Mad spoke softly, a bit of pink showing on his cheeks. 

“I like the sound of that,” Mare said with a grin. 

“Mow.” Al meowed in protest at the conversation. 

“Let me dry you off, and I’ll give you all the kitty treats you can stomach.” Mad grabbed a towel and scooped Al out of the tub, rubbing him with the fluffy fabric. “I can also get the space heater out so we can sit in front of it. Kitty treats and the space heater and cuddles, I know you'll forgive me after all that.” He chuckled when Al was already beginning to purr. 

“Like that cat was ever actually upset at you.” Mare started cleaning the tub while Mad walked out with the still-purring Al. 

“Oh!” Mad peeked his head back into the bathroom. “Want me to turn our show on? Cuddle on the couch while Al warms up?” 

“I would love that.” Mare smiled as Mad’s own got brighter, and he took off. 

[wonderlandhour]

How Curious

Curiously, she looks around the room, sinking all her senses into. The place reeked of magic on so many layers. It was also full of men, boys really, human males rarely ever seemed to actually mature into men. But she was still feeling more feminine, and the male portion of her was likely still lingering within her own realm or where she last fell asleep. Flexing her fingers as she looked around, the furious presence of something approached. A cat of some kind with blue flames within its ears bolted into the room. She did not have much magic, oddly enough, but she had enough to hide from its senses. it saw the open door and yowled in cheer. "one of them is out! i just gotta find em and take their uniform!" it ran off, searching for an invisible trail.

It's not long after when some adults and a few other boys enter, pausing when they spot her. "I don't believe I'm supposed to be here." she smiles at them, arms folded under her boobs."

"of cour- oh dear." the man at their head goes pale, seeing her. "ah. the dark mirror has never chosen a woman before. but I- ah. I welcome all students."

"You're not thinking this through at all Crowley." the man who looks and has the aura of a lion sneers. "a woman? here? These kids don't have the self control to leave her alone. 'Specially when she's the one fucking one on campus if you keep her." How interesting. It comes off disliking of her womanhood, but he gives off the aura of agitation. For her. How endearing, none of these boys could ever lay a finger on her.

"Well she was chosen, and the Dark Mirror has never been wrong! Now, you were impatient-"

"Magic induced sleep does not exactly work on me. It was by no means my fault that I awoke earlier. Now move along so that you may send me back to where I belong."

"We shall discuss this later!" Crowley declares. the next hours or two are massively odd, but she picks up on this. Crowley seems to have no intention of sending her back. that's fine in her mind, Dionysus is always urging her to be a bit more exploratory. She should have some fun while she's here. But this seems to mean she requires a name to tell this 'Dark Mirror'.

"Now, now, you, go on up." Crowley handles her last, some people who haven't noticed her gasp and whisper seeing her go up the steps to the mirror.

"State your name." the Mirror declared.

"Somnus."

"your first and last name, please!" Crowley declares.

"I have only one name I am needed to be known by. You may call me Somnus." her latin name shall suffice for now.

The mirror remains silent for a moment "The nature of your soul cannot be judged." These gasps are far more emotional.

"Dark Mirror, how is that possible?!"

"The nature of this ones soul has no one singular nature to name them a dorm. Therefore they have no dorm."

"How is this possible? All souls have a nature."

"What can I say?" She gives a small smile down at the bewildered man. "I am a being of multitudes."

[khlegacynexus]

You guys get a double update today!

Something I forgot to mention about Repo here’s some Prodigy Trivia. I was debating having him be part of the LoeM in this as outside of that instance. He’s not really as bad as say Meat Sweats. Most of his appearances he is an obstacle or an Antagonist for the TMNT but not necessarily a villain. And one instance was his own damn fault because he backed out of a deal he made with Donnie and Mikey. DreamGuardianAMS said he probably should be there on the grounds Draxum is paying him. I will admit if I didn’t think of that or bothered to ask him. There is a Mutant OC we’ll see later who could’ve easily taken his place if I thought of them sooner.

ALSO: As of this chapter I changed the date on the Article Tiger Claw read to July 20th 1997 the year is in reference to when the 2012 turtles were mutated. Lou Jitsu had been missing for five years at that point

I own nothing except the stuff I made up

House Guests

Leo had heard his father scream and rushed to him. He looked him over no major head injuries or a goose egg. He then had to figure out a way to get him in his recliner. He tried pushing or picking up Splinter but it was no use. He needed to cut back on the cake and ice cream or at least exercise after them instead of sleeping. Leo grabbed his Odachi and swung it over Splinter a blue portal opened up under him it decided to spit him out on one of their bean bag chairs in the other room. “Ehh close enough.” He muttered placing the sword against the wall.

He went into the spare room he suddenly saw the other turtle from the other night. Attila he remembered Draxum calling him.  He gasped, and went up to him lightly tapping. “Hey, hey wake up! Why are you in our house!?” he asked immediately Attila slapped his hand away in his sleep and turned away.

“OHKAY!” Leo growled grabbing the blanket and giving it one good yank away. The small turtle flinched under the change of temperature and tried to find the blanket in his sleep. He had gotten out of the outfit he was wearing which allowed Leo to see on left arm and leg were two large scars a large crack on his shell that looked like it had been patched a while back and covered in medical tape. But across from that was another chip in the rim of his shell that looked like it led down his shoulder he leaned over to see a huge scar on his shoulder that even chipped away at some of his plastron. He found himself gingerly reaching out towards it. “Did Draxum-“suddenly a blur of white leapt at his face he felt it warm and furry. And it was biting him right between the eyes while sticking thorn like claws into his face.

“GET OFF OF ME!” he shouted flailing as he struggled to pull the fur ball off. How did he forget about the cat?! He managed to pull her off she hissed at him letting out spits and yowls threatening to turn into a Leopard again as Leo saw her fur start to take on that pattern. He lunged at her she jumped over his head as he chased after her. She was hiding around Splinter’s Recliner he tried to go one way but she immediately went the opposite way. Seeing where this was going Leo jumped up onto the chair and hid in his shell.

He waited a few minutes as he grabbed a nearby pillow case as the kitten came out and looked around. Extending only his arms out of his shell and eyeing her carefully as she got near he quickly scooped her up in the pillow case. She struggled inside. “Got ya!”

“LET HER GO!” shouted a new voice as a blur of orange and green tackled him down and the two started wrestling. Leo bit into his arm only to get elbowed in the eye. “Don’t bite me you Psycho!!!” he snarled as Klunk escaped the Pillow case and ran out however she then saw a towering large figure that made her whine in fear.

Klunk rushed away hiding under a nearby side table. “Klunk!” Attila shouted rushing over to try and comfort her. Leo was kicked in the chest as Attila took off.

“Leo what’s going on!?” Raph shouted.

“They broke into our house!” Leo groaned as he sat up and looked at the scratches on his face. “Ugh my beautiful face!” he groaned.

“You’re the one that picked on Klunk!” Attila growled.

“You two broke into our home!” Leo shouted incredulously.

“Stop yelling at them!” Raph snapped.

“Stop yelling at me, for yelling at them!” Leo shouted. “I’m the one that got attacked! And I want to remind you they broke in!”

“Raphael, Leonardo,” shouted an angry almost crazed voice that suddenly had a loud powerful buzzing accompanying it. “Pray-tell?” it asked as they all looked over, “WHY ARE YOU TWO SCREAMING, AT SIX IN THE MORNING EASTERN STANDARD TIME?!” asked a furious crazed looking Donatello who had a full blown chain saw activated from his tech-bo.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Attila screamed in horror as he and Klunk who let out an animalistic screech of fear and they both became a rock and retracted respectively. Donnie saw what was going and just stared at them half lidded look.

“I’ll handle this,” he said grabbing a nearby orb trap and throwing it at them. They yelped when it encased them. “For the record I am ashamed of both of you.” Donnie muttered.

“So now what?” Leo asked treating the scratches on his face.

“What do you mean now what?” Raph asked. “You saw what Draxum did to him! He got backhanded for complaining about being over worked!”

“He’s also got some nasty scars and a crack on his shell. But someone patched that up pretty much perfectly so that’s one less thing we have to deal with.” Leo pointed out.

“To be honest I am more interested in getting rid of the C-A-T.” Donnie whispered.

“I can spell you know!” Attila snapped from within the orb. “And you’re ball isn’t sound proof!”

“Let us out!” Klunk whined.

“Hold on this isn’t a trap set up by you and Draxum is it?!” Leo asked warily.

“What no!” Attila shouted. “I was having problems with Draxum long before you showed up. I swear!” he shouted as Donnie scanned him and looked at his phone.

“He’s telling the truth. But I still want the Cat gone.” Donnie noted.

“They’re a package deal.” Leo huffed.

“What do you have against Kitty cats?” Raph asked with a growl.

“Their fur gets everywhere, they climb on things, their urine is full of ammonia, they cry at night, they run loudly at that time as well and they knock things over. Also this one is not a cat as cats do NOT shape shift.”

“Klunk’s a Yokai!” Attila spat holding his cat close. “And she’s just a baby! And needs to be treated gently and NOT shoved into Pillow Cases.”

“Yeah!” Klunk added sticking her tongue out.

“Oh she’s a baby alright,” Leo hissed at her two cents.

“Look,” Attila said softening. “All I know is that the Ghost Lady told Klunk to bring us here, where we’d be safe from Draxum!”

“Ghost lady!?” Leo asked stiffening to his brother’s surprise. He rushed up to the orb looking at Klunk dead in the eyes. “Was she wearing some kind of Robe and had her hair up?”

“Yeah!” Klunk said excitedly.

“Why do you sound like you know her?” Donnie asked with an arched eyebrow while Raph looked at Leo quizzically.

“I may or may not have had a dream. Where I saw how we got mutated and he was there. And there were actually four of us and Draxum stole him back as the Lab exploded and then she told me to help him somehow.” Leo replied a bit nervously.

“That sounds like a vision.” Attila replied.

“Okay if ghosts are telling Leo to save him from Draxum then he’s gotta stay here.” Raph added.

This might be the Dream screaming at me in my head right now. “But I agree with Raph.” Leo added.

“Fine!” Donnie huffed face palming. “But can we at least clean them first!?” he asked gesturing to the trap orb covered in paw and hand prints from them touching it. The dust layer was thick enough they started disappearing behind it.

X X X

Leo tried leading Attila to the bathroom soon as they got there to his annoyance the small turtle started pushing him away, “Thank you I can take it from here!” he said trying to push Leo far away.

“It’s my house my bathroom too!” Leo growled. The door slammed shut. “You’re the guest!”

“Still hear you!” Attila barked Leo grumbled walking off. Donnie immediately had Shelldon down load everything he could learn about taking care of Yokai Cats. Or just in general plus the stuff they learned with Mayhem came in handy too. Klunk immediately found robotic hands holding her and picking her up. She didn’t like it. She meowed constantly when she couldn’t get away as she was scrubbed, blown dry and had been stuck with something.

“Ow!” she cried as Donnie rose up beside her.

“You are now clean and vaccinated for several diseases including some Yokai ones you’re welcome!” He said as Klunk gave him a half lidded glare.

“No!” she muttered before feeling off and looked around. “Collar.” She said.

“It needs to be washed.” Donnie replied.

“COLLAR!” she said jumping at him as Donnie flinched and jumped away from her.

“NO! STOP NO!” he shouted as they chased each other around Klunk demanding her collar back. Attila finally came out of the bathroom as Leo noticed and went past him.

“Finally,” he growled. “I’m going to go over there simply because it is my HOUUUAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!” Leo shouted the second he saw the bathroom he looked inside. (Cue Psycho music) He looked right at the ground making noises as he looked around head turning counter clock wise, the tub, the wall around it and anything nearby especially were covered in a thick layer of grime and mud. Grey and brown gradients littered the entire room to Leo’s horror as he looked up and saw that somehow there was even some on the ceiling. “When was the last time you showered!?” He yelled incredulously gesturing to the bathroom.

“When did you break into Draxum’s lab again? Because it was that morning,” Attila replied simply; having wrapping himself in a large orange towel from the neck down. It was then the small flying purple robot turtle his brother created came over and looked into the bathroom. He immediately screamed and from his head popped up a small siren that rang loudly. Attila quickly tied the towel around his neck and covered his ears.

Immediately a wave of Shelldon Rhumbas rushed in as did a few other droids that flooded the bathroom. Attila saw one pass by his feet and picked one up. He looked at it with an arched eye brow. He spun it around in his hands to see the wheels spinning as he tapped the bottom.

“Hey dude!” shouted the purple turtle Attila yelped and dropped it as the Robot got right up in his face. He was both intimidated and in awe as Shelldon continued to speak. “Don’t mess with those! We’re cleaning your grody mess!”

“Okay…” Attila muttered. “Sorry.” Shelldon flew off in a huff as Attila looked around looking for where he placed his outfit down. “So where are my clothes?” Attila asked Leo noticing they weren’t where he left him.

“Laundry,” Leo replied simply. “And now I’m terrified for the washer.” He added.

“What am I supposed to wear then?!” Attila asked incredulously.

“I don’t know!?” Leo admitted. “Uhhgh just hold on!” he shouted pulling his Odachi out and swinging it to activate a portal.

“Do you know how to feel about clothes you want specifically?” Attila asked.

“What does that supposed to mean?” Leo asked as suddenly all the dirty laundry including Attila’s outfit fell on top of him. He growled underneath the clothes as Attila slowly slid away.

X X X

Leo had washed off in Donnie’s chemical shower much to his twin’s chagrin. It was a bit later when Raph came back with clothes he had raided from a Donation box. He placed them down. “Here you go. I think they’ll fit your shell see what you like.” He said letting Attila go through the clothes. He really just wanted to get out of the towel. However he quickly found a large pair of orange pajama’s with a sail boat. He saw Klunk trying to ride one of the Rhumbas that were traveling around the Lair as his brothers had said it was officially called.

It kept raising its top half and having her slide off. She growled and tried to rush after them. But then stopped when a large growl came from her stomach it was followed by one from his own; “We’re gonna need some food.” Leo said to Shelldon who looked a bit exhausted but complied as with a few beeps he managed to get some cat food and Pizza from Lou, Mike Tony, Tony’s Pizza. Attila watched as the large boxes were placed down.

“Okay, I texted April she’s gonna get what she can and be on her way.” Donnie as he learnt Purple’s name was said. He separated the boxes Attila standing quietly behind him just sniffing the smell that was coming from there. It was warm savory, fresh and fragrant all at once he could smell all kinds of cheeses meats and vegetables in the smell. It only hit him just now how hungry he was. The last decent meal he had was that sandwich. And that was days ago. He didn’t eat the entirety of yesterday.

“What’s that?” he asked in a trance.

“It’s Pizza,” Donnie said.

“Is it edible?” Attila asked not caring about his diet right now. Draxum had kept him on a strict diet. Nothing he deemed fattening or junk food. It was mainly focused on nutrition and growth. But he just wanted to eat. They had taken care of Klunk first having gotten some kitty food and a blow that was deemed scientifically the best by Donnie.

“Yeah, it is. That’s why it’s here to eat. Have you never had Pizza?” Leo asked surprised.

“Never,” Attila muttered in a trance just staring.

Raph chuckled. “Well you’re in for a treat little man. This is no ordinary Pizza: There was once a cherished Pizza Week that was plagued by tragedy. Two of the Greatest pizza places were struck by tragedy, caught in the cross fires of a band’s goals; (As was Lou-Mike Tony’s.) We fought our hardest and eventually found a solution that spared the Concert Hall and the remaining restaurant Mikey and Lou: The Brother’s Tony Pizza! But from the Ashes of those that were lost, came unity, understanding and thus Pizza Heaven on Earth!”

“Amen to that Big Brother.” Leo said nodding in agreement with Donnie. It was then that April burst in carrying a curled up piece of material with some rungs and rope attached to it. It looked like she had stuffed some pillows in there as well; Mayhem was sitting and holding on to the top of the backpack.

“Sorry, guys the closest thing I have to an air mattress is this large hammock. You’re gonna have too,” She said before seeing something behind them. “Who is that, and why is he eating a large Pizza like a Burrito?”

The three brothers turned and found Attila his head tilted slightly back, his pupils off to the sides of his eyes like a fish’s and the entire supreme pizza which he had rolled up in his mouth. And slowly chewing the bottom half then swallowing it in his mouth.

Leo couldn’t help but chuckle. “Is he eating the whole Pizza?! I might like this kid after all.”

“Attila stop!” Raph shouted rushing over. That seemed to give his eyes more sentience, because Attila bit down harder on the Pizza and jumped away from him growling. “You’re gonna choke!” Raph shouted but Attila kept poking him in the face making him flinch while trying to eat the Pizza faster which made Raph more anxious as they fought. Soon they were running all around the Living room. As they did April noticed Klunk.

“Aww hey little guy,” She said leaning down to pet Klunk who hissed covering her food bowl.

“MIIINNNEEE IT’S MINE! MIIIIINNNNEEEE!” She shouted claws out teeth barred and puffed up like an angry plush. April shocked took a couple of steps back and leaned closer to Leo.

“I take it neither of them have had a decent bite to eat for a while?” she said low so only the Twins could hear.

“Or to crash,” Leo added incredulously as Shelldon tiredly floated up by Donnie. “You should’ve seen the bathroom after he was done with it!”

“Totally gnarly brah!” Shelldon muttered as Donnie gave him a pat with one of his spider arms. They turned to see Attila hanging from the ceiling with his Kurosai and eating more of the Supreme Pizza which he hadn’t choked on while fleeing from the oldest brother once. Now every time Raph tried to climb up he would slap his head with two fingers and a whipping motion making Raph yelp. This repeated in a pattern for a few minutes.

“Should we do something about that?” Donnie asked.

“Probably,” Leo replied.

X X X

Leo was impressed he ate the whole Pizza and the show with Raph. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The Kid definitely had a goofy wild side to him he could get behind that. Right now though he and Klunk were on the recliner a secret they had to take to their graves. The cat was in Attila’s arms curled up in his lap as the two snored. They were completely out, they had spent a couple of hours cleaning out a room for him while organizing and rearranging the storage room he snuck into. Soon there were empty shelves a little set up for Klunk off in one corner with a make shift bed in a box. And a couple of shelves for her to climb on and observe on April’s suggestion and one of the old side tables; Raph with the help of Donnie and Leo set up the Hammock and placed a pillow and blanket on it.

Leo looked around and smiled at their work. “Not bad,” he said as Raph tip-toed over to the two and gently picked them up. As they did Attila smiled nuzzling into Raph. The large turtle’s eyes immediately welled with tears.

“Guys he’s never been shown affection!” Raph sobbed.

“Given what we saw last night that does not surprise me.” Donnie muttered.

“You’re the one that pointed out that he got backhanded for wanting a rest.” Leo added.

“I only just now realized how sad that is.” Raph muttered as they lead him to the new bedroom.

Gently Raph placed him and Klunk down, the Hammock swung a little but soon steadied as April pulled the comforter up to where Klunk was on the Box turtle’s chest. They quietly left the room and shut the curtain they put up. It was then they heard a groan. Splinter had sat up and gasped, “Where is he? What happened who hit me!?”

“Chill chill,” Leo said holding his hands out for Splinter to relax.

“Is he still here?” Splinter asked.

“Yeah we set up a room for him and everything,” Raph added. “He can’t go back to Baron Draxum- oops!” Raph yelped realizing he overshared.

“WHAT?!” Splinter yelled giving them a swift chop each to the head. “You’re all grounded again!”

“WHHHAAAT?!” the three yelled as April stayed quiet like she wasn’t here.

“For not telling me you knew Draxum!” he growled.

“Come on!” Leo whined, “what about all your secrets!? It sounds like you know him too!”

“No!” Splinter snapped. “I will not ground me for my secrets! But I will tell you all everything.” he added. “First of all…..I am Lou Jitsu.”

The four stared at him for a moment before bursting out into a fit of laughter, “Ahaha that’s a good one Dad!” Donnie said as Splinter stared them down annoyed. “Ah you are not kidding!” he muttered. Splinter jumped up and pulled out something from deep inside his do not touch cabinet.

“Would a Fake Lou Jitsu, have this?” he asked in his movie holding up a strange large golden band that could fit around someone’s neck with a black diamond surrounded by red jewels.

“Whoa that’s the actual sacrificial necklace from Love amongst the Dragons!” Raph gasped as the other three stared in awe.

“The Last Lou Jitsu movie ever made!” Leo added as Splinter coughed a little before grimacing slightly.

“Eehg it’s been too long,” he muttered referring to his accent.

“It’s true! You really are Lou Jitsu!” April muttered. “That explains you being so good with my public speaking training!”

Splinter smirked. “Dad what happened why hasn’t our brother been here with us!? And how do you know Baron Draxum!?” Raph added and instantly the smirk melted what replaced it was a look of grief and shame, something they rarely saw on their father. “I had been in a horrible place called the Battle Nexus for thirteen years at that point.”

“The Battle Nexus!?” Raph gasped.

“Thirteen years!?” Donnie and Leo shouted.

“Do you know Big Mama as well!?” Splinter snapped angry that his sons had clashed with someone so dangerous. Three more chops the three mumbled out a yes basically.

“Who is Big Mama?” April asked.

“A vicious Yokai crime boss, conniving dangerous with a deceptively beautiful human form I might add.” He added lighting up slightly as his rubbed his chin. “In the year two-thousand and five I refused to fight, causing issues at her Nexus. One day, two tiny Gargoyles came in and carried me out. I allowed them too as they were sent by Baron Draxum.

“You mean his shoulder pads?” Leo asked quizzically. “Why?”

“Experimentation; which I was going to gladly pick over that Hell hole. But I did not know what would happen next. It was there I met the four of you before his Ooze changed you.” Splinter explained as Donnie, Raph and April listened intently Leo got very nervous everything Splinter told them happened like in his dream.

“And then as I was escaping with you all. Draxum managed to steal Orange away, and before I could react an explosion separated us. And I knew that the longer I stayed, the more at risk the three of you would be. I had no choice but to escape and I did. I could not bear dooming such innocent creatures to such a horrible fate. But it seems I did doom one of you anyway.” He muttered sadly. There was a silence before Leo spoke up.

“Hey come on, Draxum was so awful he literally drove Attila away, and we’ve got him back with us! It’s all good!” he assured.

“I hope you are right Blue, I hope you are right….” Splinter muttered sadly.

“But that means Leo did have a vision! which is scientifically impossible!” Donnie added.

“No it’s not,” Splinter replied before crossing his arms with huff. “The Hamato Clan, are the last ones I expected to guide him here.”

X X X

Attila opened his eyes he was surprised to see a bright green spirit looking down at him. Her eyes were full of warmth and love, it wasn’t like the looks he was used too. “Uh hi?” he asked tilting his head.

“Hello, Mago,” she replied.

“I’m not a Mango, I’m a turtle,” Attila corrected. She giggled and pulled him into a hug. Attila had hugged Klunk but he had never been hugged himself. He put her arms around her to hug back.

“I like hugs,” he said happily.

“I am so glad you’re safe little one.” she whispered in his ear before letting him out of the hug to give him a kiss on his forehead before disappearing as Attila muttered a bye. It had been the most peaceful he felt in a long time.

To Be continued....

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[the-determined-sparks-au]

Prologue

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Silver bands of light shone bright over head, peaking through the small gaps between the leaves in the tress casting pale shadows on the forest floor. Everything was silent, besides the leaves which rustle in the gentle wind, still having a touch of cold. Showing that Nixames hasn’t left the Strath just yet. Besides the rustling leaves, the silence was also broke by the ripple of water from the river, which orange eyes stared unblinking at.

“Be at peace Rosetteanthem,” merping, the blue-gray molly turns her head, to stare at the light gray molly who approached her. She bowed her head respectively at her, not looking at the yellow eyes that stared at her in concern, “What troubles you?”

“Nothing much Attendant Rosetail,” Rosetteanthem murmured, kneading the leaves and dirt underneath her paws, “This…this is just our first battle after Winter…with how hard the Stilling hit us, making us lose so many members,” she turns her gaze through the bushes, where a group of boulders laid close to both the river and the forest, “If we are to be strong once more we are in need of Sunningrocks. And…” she falters a bit, “This is my first battle since I gain my full name…I want to make mother proud,”

“And you will,” Rosetail smiles, placing her pink scaled tail onto her flank in comfort, “You have no need to worry yourself to the Startrail early over that. Bishop Blizzardstorm is and always have been, proud of you,”

“Then why won’t she make me her heir?” Rosetteanthem thought to herself, furiously. Before she shakes her head, pushing away the anger that boiled under her fur and scales. The rank of Bishop was every cat's dream of reaching, but the only way to gain that rank is if you were trained by the Bishop. Unfortunately, just being blood related to the Bishop doesn’t mean they chose you to succeed you, unlike in Windmoor. She had felt vast disappointment when her mother didn’t take her as her apprentice after her first moon of training, making her complete her course under Harpyshine, who was chosen for her by the old Bishop, Goosefeather. “Which I know mother absolutely disliked…those two never got along after Shreddedear got with Harpyshine after Loonflower’s death…” Rosetteanthem thought, “Though I don’t think anyone would mind if she makes me her heir. She did help me with my last moon of training when Harpyshine was told to go to the nursery,”

But Rosetteanthem had no longer the time to think about her wish to become the next Bishop as her hackles rose, her orange eyes locking onto the Felis that emerged from the river. The sleek, but drench body of a cat slid out of the water, the moon cradling their body in its silver light. Her eyes narrowed into furious slits as the small white molly with tortoiseshell patches climbed casually onto the rocks, her green eyes shimmering in satisfaction.

More shapes followed her, the fins on their lower backs flurrying out happily, purrs rumbling in their throats, not even stopping for a moment to shake the water from their pelts. Rosetteanthem turns her gaze to Rosetail, who was stilled as stone, but her yellow eyes glowed in anger. Nodding her head, Rosetteanthem watches as her ear twitches, and the blue-gray molly slinks into the undergrowth, moons of practice making it easy for her. Following behind her was Adderfang, and Yewfreeze. all three of them, crouching low to the frost covered ground that the fur and scales on their belly were pressed against it. Her lips curled, claws digging in the dirt and ears pressed to her head, waiting for the signal to shrike.

“Thundergrowth!” Attendant Rosetail roars out, “Attack!” with the order, the clearing was alive with yowling, screeching, fighting Felis . Rosetteanthem leaped at a large gray tom with a striped tail. Slamming him to the ground, making him gasp in shock, she bites down harshly onto his shoulder, ignoring the bitter taste of blood in her mouth, she bites down harder as the tom thrashes underneath her. It was only with the flash of claws that cut into her cheek that made her let go. She takes a step back, watching the Riverglade Warrior scramble up to his paws before fleeing back to the river.

Panting, she looked around, spotting Yewfreeze grabbing the scruff of Paleclaw into her mouth, dragging him down to the ground while Sabercry pounced on him, clawing at the brown tabby markings that painted his white fur. Meanwhile Rosetail and Marigoldwing were teaming up against a Riverglade warrior that brought dread to all warriors of Thundergrowth who faced him. Large and imposing, with gray and white fur, his blue crest torn from many battles, Thistleclaw roars as Rosetail slams into him, her claws holding down tightly onto his shoulders as he buckled fiercely underneath her.

A growl ripped from her throat and Rosetteanthem charged, lashing her claws into his flanked, blood roaring in her ears alongside Thistleclaw’s screech of pain. “How dare you Thunders attack us! Sunningrocks belongs to Riverglade!”

“After tonight Thistleclaw,” Rosetail pants, blood dripping down her face from a torn ear, “Sunningrocks will once more belong to Thundergrowth. And let me tell you, if we even catch a wiff of you Rivers on our territory, there will be consequences!”

Thistleclaw roars in fury and outrage, finally shaking the toe of them off. Rosetteanthem grunts as she lands on her shoulder, looking up to see the furious amber eyes of Thistleclaw glaring down at her when a screech rang out, “Retreat Riverglade! Retreat!” All four of them still before Thistleclaw snaps his head towards Sweetlily as she stares down at him, as if daring him to object. With a snarl he soon followed his comrades, back into the river after struggling away from their opponents.

Rosetteanthem pants her shoulders shaking before Yewfreeze let out a jubilant cry, making Rosetail chuckle before she yowls to the stars with her. Smiling, Rosetteanthem raised her voice among them, caterwauling their victory.

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In a deserted clearing, a blue-gray tabby sat alone, staring straight ahead with her blue eyes at the ferns. All around her in the shadows, she could hear the breathing and stirrings of sleeping Felis . She blinks as she feels something pressed against her and looks to the sandy-gray tom, who’s green eyes look at her with warmth, “Deep breaths, Blizzardstorm. From what Featherwhisker has told me, nobody was too hurt in the battle,”

“I know,” Blizzardstorm stated calmly, her voice showing no hint of how nervous she was, “but I can still worried. It is my duty as the Bishop,” the other nodded his head but both turn back to the ferns as a large silver gray tom emerged, his pawsteps quick and silent.

“Everyone is alright, My Bishop,” the tom meows as he dips his head in greeting, “no one has wounds that were too deep, and besides Sabercry they are all young and strong. They shall recover quick enough,”

“I heard that Featherwhisker,” the black spotted molly hisses, as she limps over to a thick bramble bush, where a small brown tabby was waiting for her in the gap. Blizzardstorm watches with a small smile as Sabercry leans down and nuzzles her kitten, even as he meows her ears off asking about the battle.

“It’s good that she can’t get her mind off of things,” the tom besides her whispers, “After losing Littlestep, and then her Mist and Night…Pineheart abandoning her…” Blizzardstorm’s ear twitches in agreement at this.

“We all need good things in our life, Thrushcloud,” Blizzardstorm remarked, “hopefully this win will bring up everyone’s spirits after the cold harsh winter Nixames gave us and the epidemic of the Stilling brought with it,”

“But there’s still something bothering you,” Featherwhisker pointed out as he settles himself on the night-cool grass.

Blizzardstorm huffs, sighing, “These are difficult times…Spring was late this year, and with it being late, few kits are being born,”

Featherwhisker hums, “Well that is true,” he nodded in agreement, “But most kits are born during the warmer seasons, and the year is only beginning,” he licks at his paw, bringing it over his face, “Waspeye’s new litter is strong and Rosetail’s two kits are healthy and happy, they will make strong members of the kingdom,” he then sighs, “And if there is no complications, Harpyshine should have a good kitting, especially now that we have Sunningrocks,”

Thushcloud nods his head in agreement at the Soothepurr’s words, smiling softly at the thought of his little nieces, “What Featherwhisker is saying is the truth Blizzardstorm. The new cycle is only beginning, there will be more kits before you know it. I even heard Yewfreeze and Marigoldwing planning on having kits of their own soon!”

But Blizzardstorm just sighs, ears pinning to her head, “Perhaps, but training them takes time, and many of them might not even want to take the path of a Warrior,” she shakes her head, “While I won’t force anyone to be a Warrior if they do not wish to be one, if Thundergrowth is keep our strength up in front of the other Kingdoms, we are in need of more Warriors,” she turns her head upwards, staring at the stars that shine brightly above them alongside Mourna’s eye.

“Have you asked Nocta for guidance?” Thrushcloud gently asked, following her gaze.

“No,” Blizzardstorm huffs, “She has been silent to me since I gain my lives,” her tail lashes out at this, clawing the ground, “No word at all from them,” she growls but then shivers as a chill ran up her spine, her eyes widening as a shooting star blazed over the trees. She couldn’t help but take a step back, watching as the star fell. Thrushcloud and Featherwhisker watched her closely and cautiously, watching as their leader froze on the stop, blinking slowly as her eyes began to burn white, like stars themselves.

A deep voice erupted her, noble like Blizzardstorm’s own but sounding nothing like the Bishop’s emerges from her throat, “Change is coming, Praise the coming Sparks, welcome them into your hearts, yet take heed for you may burn when confronted by their flames,”

Lowering her head, Blizzardstorm gasps, coughing and gagging as she forces herself to keep standing. “By the stars…Goosefeather warned me,” she croaks, looking over to see Thrushcloud pressing himself against her, helping her stand. His green eyes were clouded in fear and concern.

“Easy…easy,” Featherwhisker whispers, “Just laid down my Bishop. No one would think badly of you for laying down after a vision, and your first true one,” shakily, Blizzardstorm gently sits down, laying on her side as she pants, “Getting a vision from Lady Nocta…is tiring, that I know,”

Nodding her head at that. “It is…definitely different than seeing omens,” she whispers, smiling as Thrushcloud begins to lick at her ears and the base of her horns to comfort her, “Praise the Sparks…Welcome them into your hearts,” she repeated, the words still echoing in her head.

“Sparks?” Thurshcloud mutters, “Do they mean a fire, because…that’s bad,” he whispers, “All the Kingdoms fear fire, it burns and destroys, how will fire help us?”

“It must,” Blizzardstorm shakily pushes herself up, “Lady Nocta must have not been talking about a literal fire…she might have been talking about a cat who looks like a flame. When I was chosen to be the next Bishop, Goosefeather told me he gain a prophecy about me. That like fire, I would blaze through the Strath, butI must beware for even the strongest flames can wither and die,” Thrushcloud shivers at this and licks at the patch of yellow scales on the back of her neck.

“Or has passion that burns brightly like fire,” Featherwhisker pointed out, “and it must be someone from out of the kingdoms…the guidance said welcome them into our hearts..it must mean that we bring in an outsider,”

“Would give us new blood,” Blizzardstorm whispers, but her eyes trailed over to the General Den, where she watches the slowly rising and falling of her daughter’s sleeping body. She frowns a bit, closing her eyes, the image of her daughter standing atop a mass of bones, that shone with an unnatural light.  The bones of Felis and the bones of prey, all jumbled together. Her lips curled as if she could still smell the hot wind that swept over her, bearing the reek of carrion, even though the bones gleamed white and clean. But then blood had begun to ooze out between the bones, the trickles merging together into a river that flowed steadily towards her, until the stench of blood clung to her fur. She had tried to flee, and found her paws had been fixed in place. She had cried out to her daughter, who had stared coldly at her with her orange eyes, standing tall before calling out for those to join her, to join the one that Solta has blessed, to join her for a better future. All but ignoring her mother as the blood drowned her mother, gurgling and reeking of death.

She opens her eyes and shakes her head. “No…” Blizzardstorm thought, “I made sure that won’t happen..” but still she shivers, as if she could still feel the steady whisper of blood lapping hungrily at her.

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The hollow she laid in was full of dead leaves and the smell of toadstool, something rotting. It did well to hide her scent as she spasms on the floor, biting into the stick she had brought for this very purpose. All Needlefang wanted was for the birth to be over, but it felt like she was lying in that hollow for days. Everything hurt- her whole body, down to the tips of her fur and the ends of her claws. She pants through her nose, eyes shut in pain. She told herself she could do this, she was taught by Sagewhisker, who before taking the position of Heir herself had been training to be a Soothepurr..but she was too weak to do anything, even eat the herbs that she had snitched from Prickletooth’s den.

But finally, after a long night of darkness and anguished, there were three small bundles pressed close to her stomach. Two were wiggling furiously, but one was completely still. Needlefang prodded her gently, but deep down she already knew the answer. The kit had been born dead, and thus would never open her eyes.

The other two though, were strong. As she gently licks them of the fluids that cling to there fur, the small molly, who inherited her father’s dark brown tabby fur let out an angry wail the minute she touched her, her small paws bapping at her face which made Needlefang chuckle. “Definitely a fighter…” she thought happily, turning her gaze to her son. Luckily or maybe it was the blessing of the gods, none of her kits inherited her fur. Her son seems to take after his grandfather, her father’s golden pelt. Even with the two of them having the same dark orange scales, no one would connect them as mother and son. She looked worriedly at his tail though, bent in the middle like a broken branch. But it didn’t seem to be hurting him, all he did was let out loud mews each time his sister battered him.

Smiling softly, she pushes herself out of the grief that welled up inside her and stood up. Ignoring the wails of her kittens and leaving them in the hollow, she went to bury there sister, “Let Lady Nocta welcome you into her loving embrace my Twilight,” she whispers softly to the molly’s spirit as she buried her deep within the earth, to make sure no badger or fox would ever find it, “Please Lord Mourna,” she looks up at the sky, staring at the moon, knowing that the God of the Moon was watching her…watching her break the code, “Do not push my guilt onto her…let her be free of them,” she prayed before she returned to her two living kits.

She froze a bit though, as she turns her attention to her living kits seeing the expression on their small faces. Both were new to the world- couldn’t see, couldn’t hear…could barley crawl to her belly to feed…and yet, their faces was already twisted with strong emotion.

“Rage…hatred? I never seen such a look on any cat, let alone a newborn kitten,” Needlefang thought as fear flooded her. Kits born with so much anger in them could only mean trouble for the Kingdom, but then she shakes those thoughts out of her head, “They’re just kits… you can’t think of such things about two newborn kits,” So, taking a deep breath she stood, “Slateflame told me to trust my instincts, and make my own choices,” she whispered to the two tiny kits, bending down to lick their heads, “And I choose that you will group up in Shadowmire as a comrade without knowing who your mother is,” she heaved a deep sigh, “That will be the best for all three of us, little ones,”

Giving them a last lick, she chitters out a call, tail wrapping around her legs. Heart pounding she froze a bit, before a large dark tabby, slunk through the muck that made their territory. His yellow barley looked at her but staring at the two kits, full of hope and excitement. With his help, they both picked up one kit, her the little tom and him the little molly and bounded back into the camp, pushing through the brambles. She could feel eyes burning into her pelt, but due to walking through the slimy soil and deep mud, no cat will be able to guess the ordeal she had been through.

Lizardstripe’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing at the sight of them. Ignore the accusing look in her yellow eyes, Needlefang placed the tom at her paws, wincing as he let out a shriek. “What,” Lizardstripe hisses, “are those?”

“Kits,” Needlefang replied.

Raggedsnarl placed the molly beside her brother, “My kits,” he added proudly.

“Oh yes,” Lizardstripe mewed mockingly, “What a miracle. If I’d know toms could have kits, I would have made Mucktalon have these brats of mine himself,”

Needlefang swallows, feeling guilt welled up in her. It was no secret that Lizardstripe never wanted kits, but did so with the encouragement of Mudswipe who had promise to help her raise the kits. It was no shock to anyone that he didn’t keep that promise. The only reason that she didn’t just lump them off to the caretakers were because the lack of milkberries and the promise that she wouldn’t be like her own mother, Morningshriek.

Raggedsnarl ignores the both of them, crouching down to sniff at his kits. The tom tried to lift his head, and then swiped his paw through the air, connecting with Raggedsnarl’s nose. Jerking back in surpise, he cries out in delight, “He’s a little warrior already!”

Lizardstripe stares at him before turning her gaze to Needlefang. Shuffling nervously under her cousin’s stare she shakes her head, “Their mother wishes to keep identity a secret,” Needlefang explains, “She cannot care for these kittens, and she hopes that you will take them in for her,”

Lashing her tail, Lizardstripe growls, “What kind of shit is this,” she glares at Needlefang, accusingly, “Why should I have to put up with not one but two more mewling lumps of fur? I didn’t ask for these kits either, but you don’t see me dumping them on some other cat. Its not my job to care of every unwanted kit in Shadowmire,”

“They are not unwanted!” Raggedsnarl snap, looking up with burning hatred in his eyes, “They are mine! My son and my daughter, and I will always claim them as my own!” at his snarls, Lizardstripe shrank back in her nest, her tail covering her own three kits protectively.

“Lizardstripe,” Needlefang whispers, almost pleading, “Its only until a fresh bunch of milkberries grow and I’m sure that Berrypuddle and Rainfeather will do most of the raising..can you please feed them,”

Hissing softly at first, Lizardstripe then sighs, nodding her head. “All, right,” she whispers tiredly, “Give them to me,”

Needlefang watches as her son and daughter were nestled in the curve of Lizardstripe’s belly. Pushing back the feeling of unease, she leans down and touches nose to Lizardstripe in thanks, “The molly’s name is Evening, while the tom’s name is Sunrise,” Lizardstripe nodded and with that, Needlefang turned around, and slipped out of the nursery, not looking back to the two kits she left behind, not even as her heart cleaved in two.

She staggered into the Bishop’s den, where Sagewhisker waited for her, “Is it over?”

Swallowing, Needlefang nodded her head. Everything within her ached, far beyond the reach of any herb that Prickletooth could give her, “Yes. Its over,”

“Good,” Sagewhisker said, before nudging a leaf towards her. At Needlefang’s questioning look, she explained, “Its parsley. It will dry up your milk. You should take one leaf every day,” nodding her head, Needlefang leaned down, licking up the leaf, feeling her eyes burn with tears, “You did the right thing. You know what would happen if others in Shadowmire discovered that those two were your kits,”

“I know,” Needlefang snap, sitting up. She closes her eyes, “I know,” she whispers. Unlike in the other Kingdoms, Shadowmire Bishops could not have kits...they couldn’t have mates. If it was discovered, Raggedsnarl would be killed for daring to touch her that way, even when she allowed it. Many would say that Raggedsnarl turn her away from the Lady Nocta. And she just, Needlefang could not imagine the cat that she loved being killed, just because of their love.

She looked at the stars, frowning. She wonder if the reason Lady Nocta had been so silent to her was because she broke the rule stated for Shadowmire Bishops. But then her orange eyes widen as a star arched across the sky, her tail stiffening. Swallowing, she looked over to Sagewhisker, but it seem her mentor took no notice.

“So...I haven’t lost favor with you, Lady Nocta..but what do you mean by Sparks?”

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Winds rattle the branches of the willow trees, as Haddockbounce shakes his head. Which only made him grimace more. Mudpool looked at him in concern, but Haddockbounce smiled at him, pushing away the pain, “So...we lost Sunningrocks,” he mutters, staring at Thistleclaw and his sister and Attendant, Sweetlily.

“We wouldn’t have if Sweetlily hadn’t force us to retreat,” Thistleclaw snarls but then grimaces as Mudpool place a poultice of broom and goldenrod onto his flank.

Sweetlily sighs, closing her eyes, “We had no choice. There were too many Thundergrowth warriors attacking us.

“Sunningrocks is our territory,” Thistleclaw snarls as he stands up, “Riverglade should never be beaten,”

Haddockbounce sighs, stepping between them, “Riverglade will always hone your courage, Thistleclaw, but Sweetlily did the right thing. I never expect my warriors to fight against the impossible odds. We will have another night to not only avenge this defeat but to gain back what rightfully is ours. We alreadly lost too many Felis thanks to Lady Chinoa. Rippleclaw, Fallowtail, Cedartuft, Lakeshine, Echomist, Snowgale, Tideripple,” he looks to both Sweetlily and Thistleclaw apologetically as the two wince. Both have lost love ones this winter, and he ached for their lost. “But I understand Thistleclaw, I am trouble by tonight’s lost...we haven’t lost a battle since I took over as Bishop,”

“Though,” Sweetlily mutters, “I’m not surprised that they struck against us,” she turns to Haddockbounce, “Turns out that Bishop Goosefeather pass during the beginning of Winter, Blizzardstorm is now the Bishop of Thundergrowth,” Thistleclaw growls, claws scrapping against ground.

“Well….he was old,” Mudpool stated gently, “Many were shocked he survived last year’s winter,” he pointed out and Haddockbounce had to nod at that. But he couldn’t help but lowered his head, pain gripping at his chest. Right now, even beside his sister, his loyal Attendant, and his Soothepurr, he felt so alone. “My Bishop?”

Looking up, Haddockbounce heaves a sigh, “Its just seems that the Gods are really against us. The last two winters have hit us hard…”

Thistleclaw rolls his eyes, “We made it through this winter and we will make it through many more,”

“Yes,” Haddockbounce agreed, “But...I worried because I gain a message,” Sweetlily stills, her eyes widen while Thistleclaw puffs up. Swallowing he began to recite what he heard, “Change is coming, Praise the coming Sparks, welcome them into your hearts, yet take heed for you may burn when confronted by their flames,”

“What the hell that means?” Thistleclaw snarls, his gaze rising to towards the stars in the night sky, “What does Lady Nocta expect us to do? Do they expect us to burn the Kingdom to the ground with these sparks?”

Mudpool shakes his head, “No, that cannot be, it must be something else. A fire can clear the forest of dead wood to make room for new growth,” he pointed out, making Thistleclaw growl and roll his eyes, “Perhaps its a reassurance, there may be death now, but it will allow the Kingdom to grow anew,”

“I rather not think of our comrades dying of starvation to be a good thing, Mudpool,” Haddockbounce hisses, calming down when Sweetlily pressed against him.

She looked up at him, blinking her green eyes at him, “It did said welcome, mayhaps its a sign that its time we bolster our ranks with some new members?”

“We don’t need outsiders,” Thistleclaw growls, ignoring the glare that Haddockbounce was giving him, “If Riverglade is to be save it will be from our own paws. I will be highly suspicious of some outsider that we have no knowledge of comes to us and offers us help,”

Haddockbounce sighs, “If Riverglade is in enough danger that someone is offering help, I don’t see any problem with turning them away,” he shakes his head, “Listen, I don’t claim to know everything Thistleclaw, especially claim to know what Lady Nocta speaks of. But we must take heart to what she says. We will keep a watchful eye and if we’re careful, we will discover what she means. Let us be at peace, knowing that the gods are still with us, still guiding us.”

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Krestletail stares blindly as the elders slip away through the heather tunnel, carrying the limp body of Shrewclaw held between them. “Its weird that he’s dead, isn’t it,” ears perking he turns his head to see his brother, Magipenose walking towards him. Sniffling as always, the Soothepurr sat beside him, “He was always there, with us everystep and now,”

“Now’s he not,” Krestletail whispers, but he really didn’t know how to feel about this. Him and Shrewclaw have never gotten along, the other having calling him wormcat throughout their kithood to even today as full grown members of Windmoor, even when Krestletail took his role as Bishop. But he likes to think that gotten along better after Krestletail return to the Kingdom from his wander. While they never would be friends, not after the moons of bullying, he knew that he could trust Shrewclaw to be a loyal warrior and to fight by his side. But now he was gone, killed by Newtspeck when trying to avenge his mother Brackenwing, who died during one of the many fights with Shadowmire over Highstones.

“The battles with Shadowmire are becoming worse,” Magpienose whispers, shoulders stiff, “I wish Hawkheart was still here...or at least one of the kits had an interest in healing. So much blood...so much infection...so much death,”

“Its Raggedsnarl’s fault,” Krestletail closes his eyes, “I know that Bishop Sagewhisker has no love for Windmoor, but most of her ire was at Bishop Heatherstep, when I took over most of the fights have all but stop...I don’t think she even knows of Raggedsnarl’s aggressive attacks on us,” anger and hoplessness burns in his chest at this, “And I doubt they will stop when Needlefang takes over,”

“It isn’t just Shrewclaw,” Magpienose whispers, “Aspenfall, Cloudrunner, Hickorynose, Woolytail and Nightpatridge,” his brother turns to him with wide blue eyes filled with fear, “Most of them should be in the Elders Den now, living out the rest of their lives telling the history of our kingdom and offering advice to all who ask, but because of Shadowmire and the Wails..” he chokes, tears streaming down his face, “They’re gone..why are the Gods doing this Krestletail, what have we done to deserve this?”

“I do not know,” Krestletail admits sadly, feeling a rush of anger at Raggedsnarl, for the Felis who follow him without hesitation. He brings his head up, watching the night sky, the stars of their ancestors, staring accusingly at them, demanding an answer, a solution.

And then, a star flew across the night sky, with the lack of trees, it allowed him a clear view, watching as it falls to the ground. His blood roared in his ears, as Lady Nocta spoke to him. Shoulders shaking, exhales, closing his eyes. “Brother?” Magpienose softly whispers, whiskers trembling and yellow feathers poofing up, “What did you see?”

“Hope...peace,” Krestletail swallows, “Our Gods did not abandoned us as I have fear. Difficult times are ahead of us...but we will be safe..we will be strong,” he turns his gaze to his brother, before he presses himself against his brother’s side, both becoming silent, both giving out support for each other, while keeping eye on their home.

Krestletail watches as Maplefall walked over to Driftnose, a wide smile on the golden torbie’s face as she spoke quietly to her dark gray, orange scaled mate. His blue eyes widening at what she was saying but with his own smile growing on his face it must have been good news.

“We will make this work...the Gods still favor us,” Krestletail though as he closes his eyes, thinking of the spark that would come to them. A part of him, couldn’t help but think of a tom that he travel with many moons ago. Of how his fur would blaze like fire in the light of Solta’s eye. “It couldn’t be him...could it? No” Krestletail shakes his head, “Flamma has his own group to worry about, he has no time to worry about Windmoor… to worry about me,”

[shimmerbeasts]

These days, Hounding had become a more well-known aspect of violence in the Undercity, however, it had not lost any of its previous terror. Unfortunately, this also meant that once every while Ekko and Jinx would come across the rare survivors of previous hunts, who fought harder instead of running away as their victims normally did. This was the case here as well: They had cornered a man, who had suddenly spun around and lunged at Ekko. Slashing at his arm with a potato peeler, he had managed to leave a deep, misshapen wound on her wolver's biceps.

The sight of the blood on Ekko's brown skin caused Jinx to release a heinous growl. Nobody harmed her precious hunting dog and got away with it! Nobody! Who did this nobody of a prey think himself to be? Some hero? Some aspirational figure? Oh, Jinx would show him exactly what happened when you thought you could harm what belonged to the Loose Canon.

She left the sideline, she had been preoccupying until then, in a blur of purple and cobalt blue. Before the man even knew what had come over him, Jinx slammed into his body, hands latching onto him, and forced him backwards. Her teeth tore at his cheeks and neck as she bit him over and over. His blood dripped down her chin, sprinkled across her tongue and smeared over her lips. It tasted coppery and tangy.

The man yowled as he backed away, nursing his wounded face and neck. Jinx had deliberately made her bites be nothing but painful, little nips. Not enough to fully tear the flesh and cause you to bleed out, but enough that you would be permanently covered in a polka dot carpet of scars, should you survive. As if Jinx was ever going to let that happen!

The Loose Canon pulled out Pow-Pow and slammed the trigger down. The Gatling gun came to life and completed the polka dot carpet by adding more lethal and deeper holes into the man's belly and sides. His blood splashed out of the wounds like disgusting bubbles in the steaming vents in the darker parts of the Dredge.

Gasping for breath, Jinx slung the Gatling gun over her shoulders and headed across the pool of blood back towards Ekko. Maybe she had underestimated just how much blood she had spilt, maybe she had not watched where she put her steps, however, the ground had become uncannily slippery from their blood bath. Jinx yelped and waved her arms as she tried to keep her balance, however, her body and the additional weight of her weapons were trying to force her to the ground.

However before she could fall, strong, familiar, brown arms caught her in the back and supported her head. Jinx's breath hitched in her throat as she looked up at Ekko, whose fuchsia eyes stared down at her with love only a Hound could possess for its master. Why couldn't Ekko see the perfection in their bond? Why couldn't he see that Jinx had made him the wolver because she knew what was best for him? Why did he have to fight her every step of the way?

She allowed the Hound to help her on her feet and stabilise her. Jinx placed her hands on Ekko's biceps and leaned against his side, peering up lovingly and possessively at her beloved dog. Her heart still raced from the near fall experience. Her skin gleamed with sweat. It took a moment for Jinx to refocus and realise Ekko had asked her something. She pulled away with careful, but steady steps and tenderly patted his arm.

"I am alright, Wolver", Jinx said, "I just need a moment to breathe. What about you?" Her hand brushed over the cut on his arm. "Is that closing up nicely or do you need some extra Shimmer?"

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall (Jinx for Hound Ekko) from this

Typically when they were on hunts, Jinx rarely seemed to contribute, instead choosing to watch from the sidelines. After all, one of them had to be able to control themselves when Ekko often could not. The hound, of course, knew she enjoyed the sight of him personally taking care of everyone with ease, and with as much as blood-thirst as she would. He could feel as much. And yet every once in a while she indulged, got her hands bloody even without a change.

One had managed to get enough courage to stand up against the hound, as if they had experienced one in the past, and had dared to hurt him. A strong enough hit to cause a deep bleeding wound. Jinx had reacted, almost immediately and had killed them but not without leaving a bloody puddle. One that blended in with the rest that he had made, scattered limbs everywhere.

But there were more to hunt, and the Ekko was quick to forget all about the wound he now had. Especially as he noticed Jinx slip on the blood she walked across. Instincts took over then as his body was quick and long, clawed hands covered in scales caught the loose cannon in his arms. Bright Fuchsia eyes locked onto hers, then. As if to say 'I got you.' It wasn't hard for them to ensnare his attention.

"Are you okay?" He asked in concern. To most it would have come off as a surprised to here him speak in this state. However, now that Ekko and the hound had become nearly one, the ability to speak past the animalistic rage seemed easier now, though mainly when Jinx was concerned. He couldn't help but smile knowing that even before she spoke words, that she was proud of him almost. At the fact that even during the change, Ekko had barely fought it. Even now Ekko was present, no longer fighting off the influence, instead he was seemingly embracing it.

"Be careful, I can't have you falling if you're going to keep up..." @shimmerbeasts

[ennaih]

Every Film I Watch In 2023:

56. Prey (2022)

[phantomenby]

Batty boys pt.2

(Sorta related to the bat one you just posted) I would like a poly lost boys with the reader finding four bats on their way home. One of them is hurt and they take them in to treat them. Next day they wake up and is shocked to see 4 punk teenagers asleep instead of bats.

Hope you like this one anon <3

Also here is the link for the similar story written by another user, more Marko-centric

It had been over a week since you had housed the four flying puppies and not much had changed, you had continued with your shitty diner job and trying to get back into studying in your own time. The only difference was the rise in motorcycles going by your work and through the streets at night, not that you lived in a suburban haven or anything, but your apartment was a good bit away from the main area of town and the local riff-raff.

Still, you did miss them, their cute wide eyes and soft fur. You had gone to visit the local animal shelter, walking through the long hall of strays and pets of those who went missing. Sighing you shook your head, you wanted to get out of Santa Carla someday and you were broke as shit, investing in another living thing would do you no good.

Rain began pelting you on your way home, the sky was already fairly dark and you wanted nothing more than to curl up on your sofa with the tv on and a glass of vino to keep you company. The week had been long with back-to-back shifts for the past six days but you could enjoy your weekend off. Fortunately, it was nearing summer and so the tips were getting better, your savings were singing praises to you each night as you added a good extra couple of bills on top of your usual deposit.

Entering the local convenience store you nodded to the lady behind the till, her curly red hair and heavily applied purple eyeshadow standing out on her pale wrinkly face. Spotting what you desired you grabbed the bottle, for three dollars it wasn't too bad, sweetened with cherry syrup your grandmother had sent you from Nevada it made quite the treat. Grabbing some snacks with a couple of painkillers you went to pay, looking back outside as the rain got heavier and heavier.

Soon the sound of it was drowned out as the motorbikes you had heard the past few nights sped past, slowing as they went by the store, still you were unable to see who was riding them through the murky glass. As you left you passed by the slim alleyway behind the store, stopping when you heard a bin rattle a little, it didn't happen again after a few minutes so you shrugged began to pick up your pace again.

Wait

Looking back as you heard it, the familiar squeaks of a little furry animal, not like a raccoon or a cat. No, this was just like the ones you heard all those nights ago. Stalking closer you fought to see through the thick rainfall.

You could see it now, hidden behind the two metal trash bins, a mop of blonde rugged hair. One of the bats! You gasped, moving faster as you saw it was trapped between some discarded wires, as it began to fuss they dug deeper into its fur and irritated its skin. Its pained cries were enough for you to shout for it to stop moving as you went to free it.

Just barely missing its teeth as it lunged for you, intending to rip the flesh from your hand as it yowled.

"Hey! Hey! It's ok, I'm trying to help."

Paul stopped when he heard your voice, his dark blue-toned eyes looking into yours, he hadn't understood David's plan when the snowy blonde had told him to transform so he could wrap him up in the back of an alley. He had half the mind to rip his face off when he placed him behind the smelly dumpsters. The horse-tranquilizer he had taken was preventing him from becoming too excitable and irritated, but there was nothing worse than being dumped away from home and tied up when the night had only just begun.

He hadn't expected to see you again, in his tiny form he was always fairly vulnerable, they all were. But as soon as he heard your voice he felt more at peace than he ever had before. Your soft bright eyes staring down at him as you tried to soothe him to a point where he wouldn't attack you, he suddenly felt quite bad for lunging towards your hands before.

When you realised the small creature recognised you it was clear things would be much easier, soon enough you had gotten the tight wires off of him, scratching yourself on some of the sharper points in the process. Every time his eyes seemed to get darker, it made you laugh nervously, everyone joked about how bats were just vampires in disguise and you wondered just how much of that was true.

You tucked him into your coat, shivering as his cold dampened fur pressed against you. It was a short ten minute walk to your home so you wouldn't feel it for long, the sooner you got back to warmth the better.

"Don't worry little guy I'll patch you up n'everythin" he looked up at you with wide loving eyes, enjoying as you coo'd softly at him and rubbed his fluffy head. Zipping your coat up you kept one arm inside to keep him up, wrapping around him and rubbing soft circles into his side.

By the time you got back you were thoroughly soaked, praying you wouldn't be too ill tomorrow as you took off your coat and hung it up beside your door. Sliding off your trainers as you balanced the bat in one arm, he had now moved to dig his claws into your sweater, clinging onto you as you headed towards the room he was most familiar with.

The night they had spent with you was one they all cherished, as soon as you fell asleep all but him had turned back to their more mortal forms, pressing soft touches against you before they explored your home. Paul however had refused to move and had ensured his face never left your chest until David pulled him away and threw him out the window just two hours before the sun would rise.

Now he understood the plan, Paul was an airhead and the most likely to act on his more animalistic traits, essentially when Paul was a bat he behaved like a dumb bat. So it would be less likely for your silly human mind to catch on to them.

You placed him on your bed atop a towel you had used to dry your hair earlier on, you would have to shower again or maybe have a bath to heat yourself back up. Changing out of your jeans, sweater, and t-shirt you began to hunt for some comfy pjs, for now you would just wear a baggy t-shirt you had found for a dollar in a thrift store.

Paul was loving this. His sweet little mate prancing around him as he just sat there oogling you, had he been in his other form you would have screamed and ran away, but for now, you just thought he was some helpless creature. His brothers were nudging his mind, trying to get a peek, but he was devoted to keeping them out. A little payback for earlier.

If you would just turn around-

He whined as you put a shirt on, hiding the best parts of you from his view. Hearing what you assumed to be a sound of pain from the creature on the bed you walked back over, crouching down in front of him as you began to dry him off, checking over for any wounds. It seemed as though as you wiped the small specks of blood away that whatever scratches he had obtained from being tied up had already healed.

Fussing his head you wrapped him up, "stay here little one, the human has to warm up so you can sleep here for now", you missed the way his eyes flashed at the pet name, Paul had half a mind to transform and show you just how little he wasn't. Thinking better of it he accepted his fate and let you bundle him, surrounding him with a blanket that was on the end of your bed as you went into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom.

You decided to run a bath, it was the weekend so why not treat yourself, as the hot water flowed into the basin you collected some oil and soap from the small shelf in the corner, opting for everything lavender scented since it usually helped you wind down. Hearing some rustling in your room you were tempted to go check on the little guy but thought better of it, there wasn't much damage a small thing like that could do.

As you climbed in you let out a long sigh, it was perfect and immediately soothed your sore muscles who had been crying out to you all week. You must have been lying there for a good twenty minutes before your fingers pruned up, soon enough your body would be numb and the water would cool down.

In the other room, Paul had already turned back and was now flicking through the cassettes on the shelf across from your bed, he had the strong urge to put something on, hating how quiet it was compared to the cave. He turned towards the window when he heard a soft tap and was met with Markos gleaming green eyes staring back at him, opening it the boy immediately climbed through and was followed closely by Dwayne and then David, each one patting him on the head or squeezing his cheek while telling him what a 'good little guy' he was like some precious puppy.

He swatted their hands away before stepping back and plonking on the bed, sprawling out as he let his brothers get on with what they were waiting for. Dwayne tsked at Marko as he headed towards the bathroom where you were, reminding him that the door wasn't solid and you would be able to see his silhouette if he got too close. Marko just grinned sheepishly before moving away and towards your closet, wincing as it creaked from him opening it.

David growled, stopping when he heard you still in the bath, clearly listening out for anything else. When you continued he sent the other three a dark glare, warning them to be careful, they wanted to keep their secret safe for now.

Dwayne had followed him out of the bedroom and was now perusing the kitchen, noting how you had hardly anything in your cupboards and fridge, the things that were there were mostly premade meals, ramen, fruit, and other nutrition free snacks. Oh and a considerable amount of liquor. He debated doing a grocery run for you and David nudged his mind, not to say no, more of a 'make it sneaky' nudge.

David was looking out the window that led to your garden, your home was small, made for no more than two people, and usually lived in by old retired couples who wanted something simple. It explained how archaic some features were, but you had painted it and collected some simple furniture over the years you had lived there. Rifling through your wallet and checking your ID told him that you were twenty-five, but he knew a fake when he saw it, you were most likely a runaway of sorts. An experienced one too. Hopefully, it wouldn't affect how trusting you were when you finally met them.

They all froze when they heard you pull the plug and begin drying yourself off, soon enough you would be leaving and they had no desire to head off. Talking through their mindlinks they made a plan, each returning to your room and shrinking down after stashing their boots under your window outside.

By the time you were dry and smooth from your berry-scented lotion, the bathroom was a foggy mess, leaving the door wide open and heading to the window so you could air out the room. Santa Carla was warm enough and the rain would soon be dying down. You stopped as you passed your bed, you had glanced once to check on the blonde put but did a double take when you spotted something more.

There were four of them. All four of them.

Four sets of large beady eyes looked up at you, the blond one you had nestled before was now on top of the towel with his three friends standing on either side of you. It was creepy. All four of them stood at attention and looked at you as though they were waiting for something to happen. You glanced over at the window realising it was already fairly wide open.

But how...

You could have sworn it was closed when you went to take your bath, shaking your head you ignored it, going to get the soft flannel pajama set you had chosen to change. It was still on your dresser, fortunately, slightly crumpled and the underwear you had chosen was missing, glancing behind you you saw the bats were still watching you. Shuddering you turned to the draws beside your closet and pulled out a pair of boxers.

Letting your robe drop as you bent to slide them on, ignoring the shuffling behind you. Once you were dressed you decided to layer it with a jumper, your hair was still wet and the cool breeze coming through the window was seeping into your bones. You turned back to the row of deviants on your bed, not knowing what to do with them.

I mean first of all, "how the hell did you guys know how to get in here?", after your first meeting you had decided to head down to the library and grab a book on bats and learned that they actively avoided serious rain, even a light drizzle wasn't appreciated by them. They made no noise, just glanced in unison towards the window.

Shaking your head you muttered a small "whatever", ignoring the growl from the snowy blonde as you walked away and to your kitchen. You had one plan for tonight and that was to drink til the world became a lot fuzzier.

The boys were listening to you move around, not knowing if you were coming back or not.

David

Wait

He kept listening, ignoring Paul as he bounced on his haunches, when they realised you were settling in he nodded and let them move.

You were pouring a glass of the wine you had bought, a VHS copy of The Princess Bride was already in and running through the ads as you prepared to wind down for the evening. You were opting to ignore the four batlings in your bedroom, deciding your mental energy was drained too much to handle them at the moment.

Click

click

click

"What the fu-" freezing as you began to speak, thinking someone was throwing tiny stones at your window. This was much worse, or better. Either way, it was incredibly funny.

There they were, hobbling towards you, the four of them following one after the other with the snowy blonde leading the ranks. It was comical, and strange. Maybe they had formed some sort of attachment to you, they didn't seem like babes though, their teeth being fairly worn were evidence of that. They stopped as they saw you, resuming the line of defense stance they had taken on the bed. Rolling your eyes you reached into your fridge, pulling out a couple of peaches that were already sweet and ripe.

Cutting them up and placing them onto a plate you nodded towards the four, "this is what you wanted right?"

Not expecting a response you walked to them and put the plate on the ground in front of them, fussing a few of their heads as you stepped around them and towards your cosy sunken in couch that was across from the second-hand tv you scored at the market one day.

It wasn't long before they had begun to scuttle over to you, using their sharp claws to pull them up so they could sit next to you, the only one actually interested in the food you sacrificed for them was the fluffy blonde. He was quickly devouring each piece and you were debating taking them away from him in case he threw up.

Your plans were soon thrown out the window as the darkest one climbed up and onto your shoulder, his paws holding onto your hair and sniffing loudly. Giggling you tried to push him away, but he only clung on tighter.

"S-stop! That tickles-" pushing him away as his claws finally reached your skull, pushing him towards a small pillow on the back of the couch. He accepted but continued holding onto and playing with a small bundle of strands. Better for them to be focused on something other than destroying your house. The other blonde, the one with curly tufts of hair all of his body, was tugging your clothes as though he was a fashionista judging you for your drab outfits.

You petted his head softly and he leaned into the touch, to be fair to them you had missed this, it was like a non-commital pet.

David was busy probing your mind, watching as you twitched every so often as you felt small pieces of pressure beneath your skull, he didn't learn much about your past or about anything he hadn't already learned from the first time you met. You were a fairly predictable little human, following a similar routine and having few desires, it was what made it so easy for them to plan everything out.

They stuck by you as the evening ended, watching as you went through another two glasses of wine by the time the movie was over, you stumbled as you went to the kitchen, putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave to snack on and pouring a fourth glass. The dark-haired one was still on your shoulder and squeaking softly in your ear.

Paul and Marko were tussling on the rug in front of the TV, growling and nipping at each other, they had gotten pretty aggressive before but had calmed down when you tried to get in between them and threatened to throw them out.

It was time for a scarier flick now, you placed your drink and snack down before walking to your cupboard, picking out Amityville Horror and swapping out The Princess Bride for it. As it began the snowy blonde bat crawled into your lap, leaning his back against your stomach with his legs stretched out in front of him as you began to stroke him softly.

David was in heaven, it wasn't often he indulged himself with any form of affection but he was willing to enjoy the gentle petting you were giving him. He recognised the movie playing, Paul and Dwayne had forced him to watch it multiple times when it first came out. It was fairly dark and gruesome so he couldn't understand why someone who lived alone would want to watch it so late at night.

By the time it was over you were on edge, you wanted to watch something a little less lovey-dovey but you forgot how creepy it could be. Even worse it was based on real-life events. Shuddering you took the bowl and empty glass to the sink, you would clean them tomorrow but for now, you just wanted to crawl into bed and let your fuzzy head pull you into a sweet slumber.

Brushing your teeth had suddenly become the hardest task in existence, the one on your shoulder was trying to bite down on your toothbrush while the curly-haired blonde was climbing up your pant leg, nipping you with his tiny claws. He ignored you as you tried to swing him off, just holding on tighter and looking up at you with demon eyes.

Once you had finished he was already halfway up your back and trying to join his friend on your other shoulder, continuing the trend of sniffing and tugging on your hair. Accepting defeat you climbed onto your plush mattress, curling up under the warm duvet, you would leave the window open so they could leave if they pleased since you had no desire to trap them inside to do their dirty business.

Soon enough the other two had joined you, the fluffy blonde resuming his favourite position against your chest while the snowy one took up guard at the end of the bed, shoving half of his body under the end of the quilt.

You would have to read something on bat behavior and human-bat relationships, doubting that their actions were normal for the usually avoidant nocturnal creatures.

As your mind began to drift away you felt something rubbing circles on your side as the soothing purring sounded from all around you.

-

You woke with your head buried against something warm, feeling a familiar pressure behind you you tried to turn only to find yourself trapped. Something was wrapped tight around your waist and thighs, looking down you saw an arm...or arms?

Beginning to panic you tried to move only to find your feet also weighted down, your body was overheating and the sun shining past the curtains wasn't helping. Whoever these people around you were, whatever they were, they were deep sleepers. As you twisted your body and pulled their arms away from you they barely moved an inch.

Once you were freed you stood in front of your window, looking at the four men who were in your room.

"Oh my god"

Gone were the four sweet bats that had fallen asleep cuddling you, in their place were four punks, snoring peacefully completely unaware of your terror. Nothing in your brain could explain what had happened, you had grown up on stories of vampires but this was something else.

As you continued to assess them you realised their hair matched those of the smaller beings they had replaced, one with a long blonde mane, one with glossy dark brown hair way past his shoulders, one with a curly blonde mullet and a platinum blonde mullet at the end of the bed. Each had hands and feet with long sharp nails, claws.

You were frozen for a good few minutes as you thought of a plan, you couldn't take them all on alone and you were sure if you tried to sneak past them they would wake up and try and capture you before you got help. It was then you saw how huddled together they were, beneath the platinum blonde's feet were a few rays of sunshine peeking through that he kept twitching away from.

Glancing at the curtain you realised that the window was still partially open and a slight breeze was blowing through, killing two birds with one stone you decided to test a theory, either way you would get an escape route and possibly find out if they were part of the undead. Gripping the cloth in your hands you took a deep breath before tugging it half-open.

If your heart was beating fast before it was thundering now, thrumming like a hummingbird's as four deadly growls sounded from the beings in front of you as they leapt up. Flattening against the walls on either side of your room, the only one still in front of you was the long blonde who was crouched behind your bed.

Four pairs of copper coloured eyes met your own as steam clouded their forms.

Holy shit

David wasn't prepared for this, they were supposed to leave long before the sun came up, realising now that they had fallen asleep with you. and trapped themselves in your home till the sun went down. Of course you were going to wake up, you weren't a creature of the night like them and the sun would naturally call to you.

Being woken up by the burning feeling of the sun scorching their skin was less than desirable. Even worse you were staring at them like a scared rabbit, wide eyed and shaking slightly as you held your curtain open. Nobody moved and the boys still needed a moment to recover, the pull of the sun was exhausting them but they couldn't rest while you were aware of what they were, it put them in too much of a dangerous position. David just needed to convince you to work in their favour, if he could just get a good look in your eyes, it would help if his feet weren't currently blistered but that could wait for now.

"Kitten..."

A soft voice drawled to your left and you met the eyes of the platinum blonde, he was staring at you with silent rage and you stepped closer to the window. Before you could he moved closer, reaching for the arm that was still in the shadows, you pulled away before he could get a hand on you, exposing the other side of the window as the curtain opened further, trapping him in the corner as he growled low in his throat.

This was going to be a long day.

[elycore]

I don't know if requests are still open but I've been thinking about Raiden Shogun's ability to create clones of herself in her boss battle and I was thinking about how hot it would be if Scaramouche could utilise that ability for more entertaining purposes

hi, anon!! thinks about sex immediately (to be fair, thats the appropiate context) yes, requests are open~ 3p scara x reader? sure can do! i'm thinking this will work like seele and veliona (breedable waifus, search them up) where 'kunikuzushi' is like part of scara, like veliona is with seele but instead of both sharing one body like seele and veli, scara can let kunikuzushi out in his own physical form so theres two of them at the same time...

fem!mean!dom!reader x two.. sub!bottom!scaramouches? (they fuck in the living room because they're all degenerates)((scaramouche = jealous))

can you tell i died at the porn part.. hha also this is like too long you dont have to read it LMAO this so rushed;))

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

"hey, you know how your mom can makes clones, right? like the raiden shogun." you blurt out. the weather in inazuma is cool today, the cool breeze blowing through the air.

scaramouche flinches at the wording. "not my mom. but uh, yeah, what about it?" he gives you a look, scrunching his nose up.

you cup his cheeks, squeezing them and kissing his the tip of his nose. he yowls, startled by the sudden show of affection and jumping off of you. people are staring now. "hehe, well, can you do that too? since you're like her son."

"not her son." scara repeats, glaring but with a tint of pink on his cheeks. "but... i kind of can."

"whaddya mean kinda?" you tilt your head, urging him to go on. scaramouche sighs, and grabs your wrist to drag you into an empty alley to explain.

"um," he starts awkwardly. "i can only create clones of 'myself'. so like, i can't make another raiden shogun; only another 'me'. does that make sense?"

"so i can have two scaramouches? double holes?" you cling to his arm in excitement. scaramouche sputters at the wording.

"double what? ...anyways, you got your answer. i'm not doing it. not even for money." he turns to you, giving you his "that's final" look. of course, that didn't seal the deal for you.

"cmon please? i always give you stuff. you haven't repaid me for the two-hundred dango pack i ordered for you." you shoot him with a teary, puppy-eyed expression.

"that was literally a gift. and i..." you squish your breast against his arm, giving him your (attempted) most seductive look, sticking your tongue out just barely and lowering your eyes.

"we can have a lot of fun. you want that, right puppy?"

"this might take a bit." scaramouche took a deep breath as he rubbed his temples. "cover your mouth, (y/n)." with only that as a warning, you shriek as a cloud of dust suddenly envelopes your sight. you cough, slightly annoyed. your nose stung, and your eyes watered to the extent that it looked like you were crying (though you were sure scaramouche wouldn't have minded).

fanning the smoke away, you squint your eyes. scaramouche's shape is present with another person next to him, sitting on the floor. the smoke cleared after a moment, and you gasp.

a beautiful boy is sitting on the ground, looking confused. he had the same feautures as his lover, but his eyes were softer and he didn't have the looming aura of homicide. his long hair gathered around him like a puddle. "scaramouche, why did you call me?" even this boy's voice was angelic, unlike scara's who was rough (outside of the bedroom, at least).

"there's somebody you'd like to meet. kunikuzushi, meet (y/n). (y/n), meet kunikuzushi. she's my girlfriend. " scaramouche seemed more polite with his dual's presence, not wanting to be himself rude in front of kunikuzushi.

"kunikuzushi." you repeated, getting used to the long name. "it's nice to meet you!" kunikuzushi seemed less tense, shoulders relaxing as you smiled at him.

"to you, too. it's an honor to meet scaramouche's beloved." he returns the smile, eyes crinkling.

"you should be more like him. maybe i'd fuck you more," you whisper in scaramouche's ear, and he flushes, hissing a weak 'shut up'. kunikuzushi is staring at you both, confused.

"ahem. we need to get you some clothes, kuni." scaramouche interrupts, about to walk away.

"actually, he doesn't." you set your plan in action, violently tackling scaramouche to the floor by surprise. he's stunned by shock, before groaning in pain with the hard contact.

"(y/n), please do not hur-" kuni's cut off by you pouncing on him, locking your lips with his. kunikuzushi lets out a little gasp, before melting into the kiss. scaramouche glares at the sight of you engaging with his other self, trying to drag you down by the shoulders, but you return his glare.

"good boys get rewards, and this one's been pretty good. not you, of course," you start furiously making out with kunikuzushi again. kuni seemed confused, but stayed pliant as you started to toy with his dick. the blush on scara's face was left unnoticed as he sat on the ground, watching you and wishing he were in kuni's place for once.

too enchanted by his facial features before, you didn't kunikuzushi's body. his nipples were puffy and pink, like scaramouche's (you were sure his were rock hard, though). as one hand teased his erection, another was toying with his equally sensitive chest. kunikuzushi let out small pants, not used to this feeling. you could hear squelching behind you, an obvious sign that scaramouche was finger-fucking himself.

"(y/n)." scara's voice calls, a bit breathy. "if you're going to fuck him, make it good." he really thought kuni was the only one that was going to get wrecked tonight?

you return you attention to kuni, fumbling for your strap under the couch (scara had insisted on putting some around the house. a waste of money, but convenient at times). "(y/n), that isn't going to fit." kunikuzushi whispers. at least he knew what you were about to do.

"it will if i want it to." you reply with a sweet smile, before thrusting in raw. kunikuzushi chokes, although it wasn't the reaction you were hoping for. for some odd reason, he was unbelievably wet (later scaramouche had explained it as 'puppet perks').

as you fuck scaramouche's counterpart ruthlessly, scara spreads your ass and puts a finger inside your cunt. "you can't ignore how wet you are, darling. let me." with only that as a warning, he dives into you, licking into your pussy. your pace stutters, kunikuzushi letting out quick breaths while you stop. "you really thought i was going to ignore this?" scaramouche teases as he licks your clit. you grunt in response, bucking your hips up into kunikuzushi.

the three of you cry out in ectasy, two of you chasing your incoming orgasms. it didn't help for you that once you opened your eyes to take a break from the unrelenting pleasure, kunikuzushi would stare up into you with the lewdest expression, cheeks dusted with light pink. you finally caved in, gritting your teeth as you squirt all over scara's face. at the same time, kunikuzushi lets out an unholy mewl as he falls over the edge, cumming on his chest. the room is silent with heaving breaths, all of you exhausted.

"scaramouche," you breathe out, looking back at him. "you're not done yet."

yeah im stoppinghere

[heyagoatlover]

I forgot to post this here dhdjdgej//

For context: I am making small stories based on headcanons I have for MSM. This is something I have written before. It may not be that good but I enjoyed writing it!//

The Mythicals are allied with both Non-natural and natural element monsters while the magicals were allied with the seasonals and ethernals just for a bit more context//

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The Last Battle

"Be careful, we must remain strong…" A battle-scarred Strombonin growled gently to his soldiers, entering the meadow. He took a deep breath and gave a small prayer as he blew his strombone to hold the line, seeing other monsters on the opposite end of the area… the magicals

He would place the shell on his side as he walked towards the middle of the field. From the distance he could also see the leader of that army approach the center as well. The furred monster didn't need any weapons, for her own weapons are her antlers and her raw strength alone… she has been known to strike fear into those she battled. It was best to make an attempt to defuse the situation peacefully.

The Strombonin would give a small nod of acknowledgement before speaking. "It is nice to see you again, General Howlgroda. Though I must say, your… villagers have been acting very violent against those who belong to the natural elements-"

"Silence!" The Enchantling hissed out, her blue eyes full of fury and her fur bristled. "Us magicals has been rejected for so long… And who are you speaking for? You are not even a natural at all, you are a mythical." She added, her voice gruff and sharp. Howlgroda's lips would draw back into a snarl. "You had time to fix this anyways. Now it's either to fight or to die. You killed one of our leaders in such a gruesome manner… and you must pay for it. You can't run from it for so long, General Junghuhn."

His heart dropped at the mention of the past leader. Murdered in cold blood… however the thought was shoved off. He had to be killed. Junghuhn shook his head. "It has to be done, and I am ready to fight you and your army."

A roar was let out from Howlgroda as her army began to charge. Everything seemed like a blur as he got hit on the chest by her antlers. The Strombonin drew out his katana and would begin to swing it at the Enchantling, grazing her head. He could see in the background that many monsters were fighting. He saw a Theremind get slammed down by a Flowah brutally while a Yawstrich got ambushed.

An impact would be felt across his head and a sudden pain was felt on his chest area. Once again Junghuhn would face her again and stab her with his weapon. She let out a horrifying scream, though she kept fighting even if crimson blood fell onto the ground. ‘If this is where I will die, then so be it!’ He thought as he charged at the general thinking she was weakened. Once he was close enough Howlgroda launches at him and bites down on his neck. Blood would spill as he gasped out of shock and fell over. From the corner of his eye he could see more monsters from both sides dying in the battle all in a mix of roars, yowls, yelling and spitting. He will not bow down now, not when his army was so close to winning this battle.

Junghuhn would make an attempt to get up though the wounds stung so badly that he was staggering back. He stared at Howlgroda as she took out the katana from her lower rib cage area and tossed it aside. She was staggering back as well and possibly feeling so much pain from the katana being taken out he could assume.

“General Junghuhn!” A young Kayna would run over to the wounded Strombonin. “The sky-”

He grunted in effort to get up, though tilted his head at the Kayna. “The sky?” He repeated in a weak voice before looking up at it again. The once before night sky was now a deep orange color with strange lights in the sky, painted with light reds and yellows as if they were dancing. The clouds were now a deep red like if the blood of the battle had spilled into the sky.

The Strombonin was startled and stared for what seemed to be a long while. A booming voice was then heard from the sky. “STOP THE FIGHT.” It would roar out. Gasps were heard as monsters would begin to scatter with panic rising from them… only leaving the carcasses and one angry monster.

The aged monster had strange horn carvings that glowed an orange color. A long mustache was seen as well with the monster’s neck being so long that it couldn’t really stand well on it with arms close to the head. It’s face was flat but almost seemed dragon-like with piercing eyes. It has a large furnace stomach that glowed brightly and the monster had multiple legs, two in the front and two in the back. It’s tail was lashing angrily as it approached the two.

“Furnoss!” He heard Howlgroda gasp out with her blue eyes wide with fear.

The Celestial of Fire looked at the two with such fury in her eyes. “Was this fight worth anything? Was it worth risking many lives for a fruitless battle?” Furnoss questioned with fury in her voice. Junghuhn frowned and looked away to see the many carcasses of different monsters. While the battle was short, it was brutal. Some monsters were so brutally wounded that he couldn’t tell what they were at all.

“And look at yourselves. There is no honor in fighting when it leads to this much bloodshed.” She continued, looking at the blood that stained both monster’s fur and feathers. A sigh escaped from her. “We have decided that fighting to such an extent like these will no longer be prohibited, if we find something like these, consequences will occur. This is the word from the Celestials.” Furnoss announced, looking at the monsters.

A Ghazt pushed into the crowd with a frown. “You can’t stop us from wars! Who says we have to follow words when we can practically do whatever we like? Besides, I bet the Seasonal monsters would love to invade our villages.”

“Untrue! You Ethernals have no sense of pride and will kill anybody to save face!” A Yool snapped back, the bells on his horns jingling a bit.

“Perhaps the Celestials want us to obey only for them to do it themselves-” A Roarick joined in, earning a few whispers of agreement from both sides.

Furnoss shook her head. “We will refrain from fighting ourselves. Though what we say has been talked about and will be placed into action.” She then would turn to the two generals who were staring wide eyed. A puff of smoke was breathed out.

Just within a single blink she was gone… and Junghuhn’s world faded to black.

[doevademe]

Now I just gotta ask (and I bet you saw it coming) a drabble of Percy's proposal to Nico ✨️🙏please?

Everything was going according to plan.

Things were going great, perfect, even. He knew better than to hide the ring inside food or do something Nico would hate like pop the question in public. It was just going to be a nice walk in the park under the moonlight, and then proposing by Orpheus's entrance to the Underworld.

(It was romantic, okay? It was a place that they visited together, and the entrance itself only existed because of Orpheus being too in love with his wife to let her go.)

The only thing Percy failed to take into account, was the demigod factor.

Also known as the 'neither the gods nor monsters will ever let you be' factor.

"I don't remember anything about Orthrus being this resistant," Nico panted as he evaded another swipe of the two-head dog's gigantic paws. "Did we do something to it?"

"I mean, we technically killed its master," Percy said, remembering Geryon.

"That was almost twelve years ago!" Nico protested. "Where was it when you pierced his three hearts with an arrow?"

Apparently it was the wrong thing to say, as the dog snarled and used its whole body to pin Nico to the ground. His boyfriend squirmed to get away from the two maws trying to bite his face off.

"Get off him, you two-headed freak!" Percy yelled, stabbing him with Riptide. The dog yowled and swiped at him, giving Nico enough room to roll away.

"Percy!" Nico gasped at the new wound on his arm. He turned to glare at Orthrus. "That's enough!"

He raised his arm and started chanting, opening the earth for skeleton hands to hold the monster down.

However, Orthrus was smarter than either of them thought, as he used his second head to bite Nico's outstretched hand, making Nico scream.

"Nico!" He said, but before he could say or do anything more, a large shadow jumped over him.

Percy barely had time to raise his sword up as the shadow went past him and attacked Orthrus.

Snarling dangerously as she attached herself to the monster's neck, Mrs. O'Leary bit and thrashed violently, while Orthrus could do nothing with the skeletal hands holding him down.

"Good girl," both of them said at the same time. Nico smiled at him, but it came more as a wince as he struggled to keep the skeletons on Orthrus.

"I'll finish this," Percy said, approaching and whistling for Mrs. O'Leary to retreat. Orthrus had only half a second of respite before Percy plunged Riptide right on his wound, driving the sword up and taking off both heads at once.

The body thrashed as the skeletons kept dragging it down as it slowly turned to dust.

"Maybe when it reforms Eurytion can train him better," Percy commented, only to drop the sword at Nico hissing in pain. "You okay?"

Nico's hand was all bloody, with prominent bite marks on his wrist. Percy looked at it in worry.

"Nothing some ambrosia can't fix," Nico said, chuckling weakly. "Sorry I ruined the night."

"Don't say that," Percy said as he helped him up. It would take them a while to reach their apartment in Queens, where they kept their stash of ambrosia, unless... "Hey girl, think you can give us a lift?"

Mrs. O'Leary barked happily and knelt down.

"Sorry," Nico repeated. "You even said tonight was special and all, and I wasn't careful enough."

"I just wanted you to dress nice," Percy said gently, helping him up their dog's back. "It's more important that you are okay. Let's go home," he said both to him and to Mrs. O'Leary, whose ears turned back as she ran into a tree's shadow.

They appeared in the alleyway neir their building. Percy petted behind the dog's ears and promised her the biggest steak he could buy soon, making her slobber all over them.

"Even if it's not my fault, I'm still sorry your plan didn't pan out," Nico said, looking at his hand and frowning.

"Nico, nothing is ruined," Percy said. He looked around, was he really going to do this on a dingy alleyway by their building, with their giant hellhound as their witness and covered in dog slobber? "In fact, if tonight reminded me of something, is that we can't take each day for granted."

Yes, he was.

He knelt down and gave his best smile. Nico's eyes widened.

"Nico di Angelo, you are the most amazing person I have ever met," Percy said trying to remember the speech he had prepared. Most of it had references to Orpheus and Eurydice, though, so that was out. "I don't ever want to lose you like... like it could have happened today."

"Y-you're freaking out over me getting injured," Nico reasoned. "You don't even have—"

Percy pulled out the ring box, his smile turning sheepish.

"That's why tonight was special," he said. "So, what do you say? Will you marry me?"

Nico frowned and looked down to his side. Percy felt a slight surge of panic.

"My hand is fucked up right now," he muttered. Percy frowned, not understanding where Nico was going. "You can't put the ring on."

Percy's eyes widened before laughing. Leave it to Nico to worry over such a thing.

"Is that a yes?"

"Did you ever believe I would say no?" Nico asked back. "I have loved you ever since I met you."

"Nico..."

His fiance sighed.

"Yes, Percy Jackson, I will marry you," he said. He used his healthy hand to scrub at his face before any tears could spill. "Keep the ring until after I have this healed, though. I want you to put it on me."

"So traditional," Percy teased. Mrs. O'Leary barked happily.

"And that's why you're marrying me," Nico shot back.

"That, and a million other reasons."

[ghoultramp]

dream, interrupted [bakugou x reader]

▷       bnha

↳ pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

↳ content: masturbation, somnophilia, thigh fucking, praise, cockwarming

↳ words: 2k

⇢ summary: katsuki is frustrated that he can’t sleep, and also just a bit horny.

also available on ao3

⇢ note: i would say this is tamer, softer even, than my last few pieces, considering the content. there are a few mentions of alcohol being consumed the previous evening (which has been tagged), but this was written with two consenting adults in a secure relationship in mind.

i do hope you enjoy this bakugou fic that almost caused me to have an existential crisis - aha~

The dull drone of the traffic beyond the apartment windows were beginning to grind away at his sanity. How long had he been awake for this time? With a grunt, he rolled over to check his phone, once again, for the time. 

“Fucking damn it,” Katsuki cursed under his breath.

His angular features twisted as he scowled, how had it only been 10 minutes? It didn't seem possible. 

He returned the phone to its resting place, under his pillow, before begrudgingly turning onto his back. He brought his hands to his face and dragged thick fingers through his disheveled blond hair. He let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his palms hard against his eyes, pulling them down his cheeks to rest idly on his chest.

Katsuki’s ruby eyes wandered over to the lump next to him, watching the cover rise and fall softly with your breathing. The recent longer, more arduous workdays were uncharacteristically weighing him down; the lack of sleep was making him grumpier, easier to anger - both of which becoming a boiling pot - and the sheer workload was now more than a little overwhelming. 

His eyelids felt heavy recalling memories of the previous evening; Katsuki had come home in a revolting mood, worse than usual, and instead of using his words like a big boy, he took out his frustrations on you and your body after unwinding with a few drinks. But then again...

You never complained.

It was no secret that you loved how he could become so unrestrained during those 'bad day at work' sessions, passionate and explosive. 

Trying to simulate your light touch, he traced the outlines of his well-defined abdominal muscles. He shuddered when his fingers brushed along the sensitive skin of his tight obliques, visualizing your delicate fingers repeating these same motions from last night. He let his eyelids finally fall as he recalled you positioned over him, your drunk needy eyes taking in his statuesque body as he scratched at your back hungrily.

Settling himself in further, Katsuki shifted his hips and shoulders. He reached an eager hand down to his hardening cock, cautiously fondling it as his eyes peered over to assess your level of consciousness.

"Hnnn--" Katsuki failed to hold back his groan, his abdominal muscles twisting and tightening as you let out a gratifying sound in your sleep.

His cock convulsed and the feedback spurred him to grip tighter. He could feel it throbbing beneath his grip, he stroked his cock harder upon hearing the gift of another delicious noise from you.

“You sure seem like you’re having a nice dream,” Katsuki murmured, opening one eye as he turned his head to look at the back of yours. 

He bit his lip, imagining that he was reaching his free hand out to stroke your hair, gently at first, before he would then spread his fingers to take a hold of you tightly. A low growl escaped his throat, he was frustrated.

Katsuki grunted as he turned onto his side, shifting closer to you. He was careful to position his dick-holding hand so as not to hamper its performance. He halted immediately when you shuffled ever so slightly, a strangled moan caught in his throat as the leaking head of his tender, hard cock made contact with the bare skin of your ass.

His breathing was now shallow and irregular as he extended his unoccupied hand, he could feel himself quiver as he brought it to rest cautiously high on your thigh. He let his thumb press gently against your hip. 

The sweet song of a soft whimpering encouraged him.

“Such a cute thing,” he whispered as he traced faint circles against your ass with his precum tipped cock. “Those good dreams better be about me, princess.” 

His grip around his cock tightened when you groaned, shifting your leg in your sleep. Katsuki inhaled sharply, biting his lip hard. It took tremendous effort to quell the moans he so desperately wanted to release, as he felt the warmth of your pussy envelop him.

Katsuki felt the aching pull in his hips as he rubbed himself unashamedly against your rear. He continued caressing your hip while he fought hard against the urge to dig his in his nails and mercilessly fuck you right there and then.

“Fuuuck,” he hissed, caught in the thought as he leaned his head back.

Breathlessly, he finally brought himself to meet your enticing entrance. It took all his strength not to cum right there when he brushed against you, your tight cunt already dripping wet. He followed your slick juices to your thighs.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” he breathed, rubbing the head of his cock against your inner thighs.

He imagined that your thighs - the way they were tightly shut, the way your juices had trickled down - were a completely different part of your anatomy. Katsuki almost yowled, caught deep in his reverie, when you quivered in response to his touch. He’d not expected that another one of your movements would cause him to penetrate the tight gap between your thighs. 

Straining his neck, he observed with bated breath as you shifted yet again, this time it was your arms. He exhaled, relieved when he saw they had only moved closer to your head. He found the way you nuzzled your lightly blushed cheeks into the pillow quite precious. 

Katsuki’s breath shuddered as he let go of his cock, his need was agonizing. He had to do something. He was allowed to, surely? 

He found himself slowly rolling against you as he fucked the space between your legs. As he moved his hand from your hip to your thigh, he felt the overwhelming need to knead his fingers against you; the succulently soft, long moan escaping your lips caused his eyes to roll back, his eyelids flutter, and his hips quiver.

Katsuki shook his head, trying to collect himself. There was no way he could allow himself to cum yet, not before he'd claimed your sweet, ripe cunt in your unconscious state.

"Focus," he scolded himself with a grumble.

Now taking the base of his tender, pulsating cock between his thumb and forefingers, Katsuki maneuvered himself until he was poised within reach of your sweet hole. He was feeling more inebriated from your warmth and scent alone than from any of the drinks you’d both shared last night.

He gently pressed on, feeling your cunt quiver; with the mess that had already been made between the pair of you, it didn’t take much for the head of Katsuki’s cock to intrude your tight walls. He let out a low groan when he heard the sopping wet sound your pussy made upon contact.

Katsuki gently rocked on his hips, he couldn’t refrain from panting as the friction against sensitive nerves vibrated throughout his body. How much longer would he be able to edge himself like this?

He didn’t care to halt when you made a sound this time, he was far too lost in these short, shallow, pleasurable thrusts. That was until he heard a whimper, louder than any of the sounds you'd made before; he stopped with his full head nestled in your cunt, wincing sharply when you tightened around it, the warning before hearing your dozy, broken voice.

“Kacchan?” The word strained against your dry throat, your eyelids too heavy to open.

“Shh, shh,” Katsuki reassured you, his voice cracking.

You weren't even vaguely aware that his hand had been on your thigh until he moved it, your body was still comfortably numb from the alcohol in your system. You felt your abdomen flutter as he delicately trailed his fingers over your silhouette, resting when he lay it on your head. 

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he purred.

You mumbled incoherently, discombobulated as you tried to make sense of what was going on; you found yourself drifting away softly with the way he stroked your hair, the warmth of his body so close to yours. You thought you heard his voice waver as he hummed.

Katsuki was shaking now, your lack of awareness was even more tantalizing, you were so innocent. He growled low in his throat, taking your hair in his fist just as he’d imagined. He felt you spasm as well as heard the shuddering moan that broke free beyond your lips.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, his voice gruff and heady with arousal, “I promise.”

Katsuki kept his word; he gently lifted his pelvis, you both moaned in blissful unison as he took his time plugging you up completely. You felt his teeth make contact with your shoulder, trying his best to only gently nibble as your walls clamped down him around him. 

“S-stop doing that,” he breathed against your shoulder.

You tried so hard to stifle your chuckle, he only growled when your insides mirrored pulses that corresponded to your laugh. Katsuki tugged on your hair playfully, he was pleased with the way you whimpered and backed up into him in response.

You relaxed your back into his strong chest, groaning as you moved just enough for him to reach under and around you. His hand gently fondled at your breast and he released his grip on your hair as you rolled your neck, resting your head against him, gasping.

Both of your hips swayed in unison, even just these gentle movements were sending delicious quakes throughout your entire body. Katsuki’s unoccupied hand reached around your thigh, you could feel him tremble as he placed his palm on your abdomen. 

“I’ll never get enough of feeling this,” he whispered, you shuddered from his warm breath, lips caressing your earlobe. “Feeling me inside you right--” he pushed down with a palm ever so gently, the back of your head pushed further into him as you moaned without restraint, “--here.”

“Please, make me cum, Kaachan, fill me up,” you begged, whining as you ground against him, “please, Kaachan.”

“Well,” he began, his breathing heavy as turned his palm 90 degrees to point downward, “since you asked so nicely…”

Katsuki’s hand travelled down and you almost yelped when he took your engorged clit between his forefingers. He gently rolled your agonizingly sensitive nub between the first and second knuckles of his fingers, massaging gently as his thrusts picked up pace; just that bit harder and deeper.

Pitiful whines escaped your lips as he hit each one of your nerves, expertly navigating your body as you moved your hips in unison. Your chest heaved with your erratic breathing, lost in the waves of pleasure that seemed to vibrate to the very tip of your limbs. 

Strangled cries escaped your slightly parted, dry lips, your body convulsing as Katsuki pulled out to the tip before one last thrust, bottoming out inside of you.

“There’s a good girl,” he declared as you writhed beneath him.

You felt him nuzzle the side of your face while you grabbed tightly at the sheet and pillow beneath you. Your cries were shaky and broken between luscious moans as you felt the gushing release of your climax, Katsuki’s fingers still gently massaged at your overstimulated clit. 

He let out a long groan as his hips spasmed and you felt him collide with your cervix, Katsuki’s arm shot up to wrap around you as you let out a sob, overwhelmed by the sheer pressure of his cum filling you up. He held you while you both quivered with the rippling aftershocks of your orgasms.

Katsuki pulled you closer to him, his cock still nestled in your cunt, plugging you up nicely. He wriggled and made an oddly happy-sounding noise.

“I love you, y’know that, right?” Katsuki’s voice was hoarse and exhausted. He nuzzled you and you gave a sweet, equally tired sounding giggle; his cocked tensed just a little at that.

“I love you too, dumbass,” you told him, smiling softly.

You reached for the edge of the quilt and tugged it closely to your face before drifting off to the sound of Katsuki’s breathing and the dull drone of the traffic beyond the apartment windows.

[shejustcalledmeafish]

11 and John/Ianto?

11. “You’re so cute when you’re needy.”

thank you for committing cursed with me <3 this is basically just smut be warned

John was an absolute nuisance whenever his heat rolled around. He was already down to spend hours on end doing nothing but fucking, but his heat gave him a biological excuse. And really, Ianto thought, why resist him?

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” Ianto said, slowly removing his shirt like he wasn’t as desperate as John. Didn’t want just as badly to fill him up with his cock and get John to beg for his knot. Not that it was especially hard when John was in heat. John let out a low whine as if in agreement, his hand wrapped around his own cock.

John often spend his heats in the Hub, in a special room Jack had made for just that purpose back in the day. It was easier that way, to make sure Cardiff still stayed protected while the team took turns fucking him until the fever broke. Owen had been down with him that morning, but the Beta had tapped out around lunch time. Ianto couldn’t blame him.

John whined again, louder, and Ianto stopped removing his trousers to stick two fingers in his mouth. He sucked on them quietly, hips bucking up, and Ianto rewarded him by taking his cock in hand.

“Just because you’re cute doesn’t mean you can be naughty,” Ianto reprimanded lightly. John just stared up at him, eyes dark. Ianto removed his fingers, then leaned down to kiss him.

“Ianto,” John gasped as soon he broke the kiss. “Please.”

“What, was Owen not enough for you?” Ianto said in mock surprise. It was a bit cruel to tease, he knew how rough John’s heats could get. His first one as a member of the team, he hadn’t told anyone, just feigned the flu and didn’t come in. When Ianto had come to check on him, the whole flat had reeked of sex and want and need.

Ianto was ashamed to admit it, but John begging for him, wrecked and flushed from his own attempts to keep the heat down, was one of the sexiest memories he had. He was also ashamed of how quickly he’d given John exactly what he was asking for. He’d apologized profusely once he was sure John’s head was clear, but John had only pulled him back over for another round.

This arrangement they’d worked out was much better. A win-win situation, John would say if his mouth wasn’t busy doing much filthier things. Ianto worked his fingers slowly into John, although he was so wet and loose he had the urge to try and get his fist in.

Maybe later. Ianto knew exactly what John wanted from him now. Finishing undressing with a hand now three fingers deep in John was tricky, but he’d had plenty of practice. Once he was as naked as John (who also used the heat as an excuse to not wear clothes), he bent back down to kiss him. He was moaning so sweetly with each thrust of Ianto’s fingers inside him, and Ianto swallowed them down like he’d swallowed so much else of John.

“Ready?” Ianto asked, a bit redundantly, but John found his caution amusing. At least he did when he wasn’t at the peak of his heat without getting knotted in at least eighteen hours.

“Yes,” he growled, knowing intimately now how Ianto would simply stop if he didn’t give verbal consent. He would bitch and moan about it afterward, but Ianto could see the truth in his eyes. And since he asked so nicely, Ianto let John pull him down and slid inside of him in one deep thrust.

John yowled so loud Ianto was grateful the room was soundproofed. Not that the team hadn’t all heard it before. John was shamelessly vocal, a trait he encouraged in them all. Ianto wondered if Jack had always been loud, or if John had seduced him into it. Then he stopped wondering because all that mattered was the heat and the pressure and making sure that John was so blissed out he wouldn’t get restless while they were tied together.

Not that having John squirm on his cock was a bad thing. They’d played with it before, seeing how many orgasms they could both have before his knot went down or they were simply too overstimulated to keep on. Usually the former. If John had an upper limit on stimulation, Ianto hadn’t found it yet. Stupid fifty-first century omegas.

“C’mon, Ianto,” John goaded after an arduous three minutes with no popped knot. “Don’t you want to fill me up? Fuck a pup into me?” Ianto bottomed out with a solid slam and bit John on the shoulder, the bitch. He was on birth control, but that never stopped his filthy mouth. The bite only served to rile him up more, but Ianto had expected that.

“Anything to keep you quiet,” Ianto hissed playfully. “Too bad no one else is here to keep your mouth full.” He saw John’s eyes glaze over and he knew his ploy had been successful. Some of John’s best heats had been when the team had time to take care of him together. For right now, he would just have to settle for one alpha cock.

Not a bad one, Ianto would have to say, given the way John broke down in pleasure beneath him. He pressed kisses against his bitemark on John’s shoulder, breathing in his scent, as intoxicating every time as the first.

With lust overwhelming every sense, it wasn’t long before he came, pressed so deep into John he could taste it. As the knot caught, John came as well, making a mess of them, something else John had helped him find hot.

Well-practiced in maneuvering when tied together this way, Ianto carefully shifted down so he could lie on the bed and hold John comfortably while they waited. John was as blissed out as he hoped, bonelessly slumped into the bed and Ianto’s embrace.

“Feeling better?” Ianto asked, eyeing him carefully. John didn’t open his own eyes, just gave a minute nod.

“Much,” he sighed, shifting slightly to nuzzle against Ianto’s neck. “Missed you.”

“You always miss me,” Ianto teased lightly to hide how his heart panged at John’s word. “Are you satisfied then?” John deliberately cracked open an eye and ground his hips down against Ianto.

“Never.” Ianto sighed and kissed John’s forehead. He didn’t expect anything less from his needy, horny, bastard omega.