#also she’s less fluffy now and has a short tiny tail

[gigi-does-art]

Been wanting to redesign my main sona for a while, wanted to change up her design since I started to feel a bit disconnected from her old design fhrjejek. So here Gigi is!!! New and improved in all her glory💕 I love how her design came out this time around 🥹🥹 especially with how a bit different my style is from the last design I gave her

Also im introducing my secondary sona here! She’s a bat and her name is Selene! :3 She’s small and fluffy and chills in a tent of leaves most of the time 💚💚💚 I love her dearly 😭😭 Also her bandana isn’t optional, stays on her all the time and she never takes it off. Lots of heart motifs in her design too! 💕💕🥹

[sinthedrinker]

Tokoyami x F! catgirl quirk OC

This has two chapters.

Chapter one:

"Farewell," said the sculptor, "You're not the first maiden who came but for friendship and took away Love." - Moore

The Akemi household was a crowded place, but a place of laughter and love nonetheless. Both of the adults had cat related quirks (Ears, tails, claws, pointy teeth, agility, etc..) Thus all of their children ended up much the same. The eldest was in college already, the next two in high school, one in middle school and their fifth child, Anzu, was beginning kindergarten today. She had been so excited for her first day of school she hardly slept the night before, resulting in her being more tired than usual that morning.

"A growing kitten needs frequent naps!" her mother often said. 

Her fluffy white hair and tiny kitten ears were brushed by her mom who had also altered the shorts of her uniform, sewing two holes into them for her two tails. They were quite stubby now, but she hoped they would grow to be as long and beautiful as her sibling’s one day. Her parents had been concerned when she was born with two tails, but it seemed there was nothing medically wrong with her, just a strange deformity. 

“It’s not a bad thing, two tails are better than one!” her father had reassured her when she felt self conscious about it.

Her mother had walked her to the bus stop that morning, the youngest kitten in a papoose wrapped around her chest. 

"Remember your manners, and do your best to make friends! Be good!" she said as Anzu got on the school bus for the very first time.

She had no difficulty making friends, as the other children seemed excited about her quirk and wanted to pet her. Their teacher reminded them that it wasn't nice to treat people with animal quirks as less than human, no matter how much they liked kitties, she was still a person after all. 

When recess finally came however she had to decline to play with any of them, she was far too sleepy and found herself a secluded place to curl up for a nap. A soft sound like feathers rustling roused her and she opened her eyes to see a small boy with the head of a blackbird had sat down beside her.

“Sorry, I don’t wanna play right now.” she said with a yawn.

“I don’t wanna play with you.” he said. She frowned, but it seemed he hadn’t meant to sound so mean. 

“I meant, I just wanna sit down over here cuz it’s the quietest place.” he said, hugging his knees to his chest. 

“Everyone is really loud, but you were just sleeping so I thought I’d sit over here.. Sorry I woke you up.” 

Anzu smiled at him. 

“It’s okay! I’m Akemi Anzu! What’s your name?” she asked. 

“Fumikage Tokoyami.” he said. 

“Okay Tokkun, whenever you wanna sit quietly with someone you can sit with me while I nap! I get sleepy during the day, just wake me up when class starts again.” with that she curled back up and went back to sleep. Tokoyami was taken aback by the nickname, but found it nice at the same time. He had been nervous that he wouldn’t be able to make friends, but it seemed he made one after all.

Tokoyami and Anzu spent every day together from then on, at nap time they always slept next to each other, when the class needed to partner up they were always a team, and at lunch she usually gave half of her food to Tokoyami so she could use the time for an extra nap.

This friendship continued on through middle school, and when they both got into UA they were equally relieved to have each other through high school as well. 

Though now, as they had both entered puberty, their feelings towards each other had begun to shift. 

Tokoyami had always been fond of literature, he and Anzu had met every week to read stories and poems together since middle school, though now he found himself reading and rereading romance novels, visualizing himself and Anzu. The same could be said for her. She had developed an interest in video games and anime over the years, and romance in either media always made her imagine the same scenarios between herself and Tokoyami. 

Tokoyami had meticulously thought about how he was going to confess to her, but all of his romantic planning was thrown away the day villains attacked UA. Now that real threats were presented to them he felt he couldn't wait another second. If she had died before knowing that he was in love with her..

Her quirk had changed when they were in elementary school, while still catlike, a strange, pale blue fire had begun to manifest at the tips of her twin tails. She could control this fire and it's potency only grew as she got older, which is what led her to doing so well in UA's entrance exams. Always reckless and enthusiastic, she was fearless in the face of the villains, and had paid gravely for her naivete. Now, she was in the infirmary, and seeing her bandaged in a hospital bed made him extremely frustrated that he hadn't been able to protect her from harm, and eager for violent and poetic revenge. 

He knelt beside her bed, holding one of her paws in both of his hands. Not the best setting for a love confession, but Anzu sleepily smiling at him made his apprehension melt away.

“Tokkun..” she said softly.

“Don’t strain yourself. Just listen to me, for a moment. I’m sorry to interrupt your rest, I just..” he faltered. Usually he was so good with words, but now his tongue felt caught in his beak.

“I’m so happy to see you.” she said,

“I love you, Tokkun. I was really scared that something bad would happen to you..”

“I love you too! That’s what I came here to propose.. That uh, you and I become lovers.” he said shyly. 

“I think we’ve always been lovers, and I hope we always will be.” Anzu replied, unable to keep herself from giggling with how elated she felt. 

Tokoyami smiled and sighed with relief. 

“Of course. I intend to be lovers always.” he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek gently. He stood and turned off the light, allowing dark shadow to manifest. He immediately went to one of Anzu's sides, stroking and patting her worriedly. 

"I suppose, dark shadow and I are both your lovers now.. He loves you as much as I do." Tokoyami said as he returned to her side. She stroked dark shadow with one hand, and scratched Tokoyami's feathers beneath his chin with the other.

"I'm so happy.." she trailed off as she began to fall asleep again. Tokoyami stayed with her until she was completely asleep.

Chapter two:

Lunch was the perfect time for catnaps, even now twelve years later. Anzu sprawled herself out in the sun, lazily eating her lunch, though like always she fell asleep before she finished. Tokoyami tried to approach her as quietly as possible, but she woke up as he sat down on a bench in the shade beside her. She scooted nearer to him, laying her head on his thigh and handing him her bento box. 

“You can have this, I’m tired.” she closed her eyes again, nuzzling up against him and purring. Dark Shadow manifested, stroking her hair as she napped. Since her release from the infirmary their relationship had mostly consisted of moments like this, not at all lost on their fellow students. Ochako in particular was very interested in the details of their relationship, and Anzu was happy to share.

“Do you want to come to my room tonight?” he asked quietly, resting his hand on her head. 

“Yes! I’ll bring a poetry book.” she chirped. It was difficult to see each other sometimes as both of them had homework, but it only made them savor every moment together more. 

She hopped up on the bench beside him, she always did that, jumping onto things on all fours which made her skirt ride up. It was Tokoyami’s suggestion that she start wearing shorts under her uniform, though the sight of the tight material over her thighs had no less of an effect on him than her panties did before. Though they hadn’t discussed that yet. 

“Sit like a lady won’t you!” he exclaimed. 

“Ah- Sorry Tokkun!” she said, sitting down and crossing her legs. He sighed, ruffling her hair affectionately. 

After school he did his best to make his room presentable, no matter how organized it was he would organize again. He lit his candles, incense as well and a small lamp which shed light only enough to read by. Dark Shadow always became restless and excitable during this time, as eager to be alone with Anzu as he was, though he stayed just out of the little circle of light where the two of them would curl up together. 

“Tokkun!~” came her sweet, sing-song voice from outside as she gently tapped on his door. 

“Come in.” he said, sitting down on the floor beneath the light of the lamp. Anzu rushed over to him, plopping herself on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. Since their confessions to each other Anzu felt relieved to finally be able to be as affectionate with him as she wanted, and Tokoyami was relieved as well. He held her, placing his strong hands on her lower back as she pressed kisses against his beak. He wanted so badly to slide his hands down, to cup her ass, but he could never bring himself to act on his desires no matter how enticing she was. 

Kissing deeply was a bit awkward with his beak, but it still allowed for him to push his tongue into her mouth and doing so with her weight against him felt like heaven. As they kissed Anzu involuntarily rolled her hips against his and he withdrew, gritting his teeth. 

“I’m sorry!” she said, Tokoyami stroked her cheek reassuringly. 

“It’s alright. You’re just.. Very cute, adorable. It’s very enticing, that’s all.” he said.

“Enticing? Do you wanna do sexy stuff together?” she asked excitedly. Tokoyami sighed. 

“Yes. But, not like this. I don’t want to just.. I don’t know, I’d like the first time to be..” he trailed off. 

“Romantic!” “Ritualistic.” they said in unison. 

“Romantic and ritualistic then, when!” Anzu said. She was impatient, and wanted to be intimate with him as soon as possible. 

Tokoyami chuckled and stroked her hair. 

“Why are you in such a hurry? We have forever, after all” he said. 

“I guess that’s true..” she agreed, wrapping her arms around him tightly and nuzzling against his neck. 

“I can’t wait to marry you..”

“Anzu, the man is supposed to propose you know.” he said, holding her tightly. 

“I intend to propose to you properly after we graduate, so be patient until then. However, as for making love to you for the first time, I certainly can’t wait that long. Next Saturday, how is that?” he asked, rubbing her back in soothing circles. 

“Yes!!” she agreed, excitedly wiggling in his lap. 

Saturday evening the candles in Tokoyami’s room glowed pale red and the incense he burned made Anzu feel light and floaty as she slid off her shoes and sat down on his bed. She had intended to wear something special for the occasion, but she couldn’t think of anything, and so settled on a skirt and sweater she knew Tokoyami liked. Black with an image of a raven and the moon. She sighed with contentment, the smell in the room like roses and hibiscus perhaps, different from the opium scent he usually burned. 

“It’s supposed to be an aphrodisiac.” he explained. 

“Do you like it?” he asked as he sat behind her, loosely wrapping an arm around her beneath her sweater, his fingers settling on the waistband of her skirt. The tiny amount of contact between his fingers and her side made her shiver. 

“I do, it’s really lovely.” she smiled at him and he cupped her cheek with his other hand, kissing her gently. 

“I bought wine.” he announced, releasing her to fetch it from the tiny fridge in his room. The wine glasses he bought were black, intricately carved glass that reminded Anzu of something from a fantasy novel, which is exactly where he got the idea from. He poured the dark red liquid into them and handed her a glass.

“Have you had alcohol before?” he asked as he sipped in his strange way, more or less putting his beak into the glass. 

“I haven’t! I’m so excited!” She said, practically bouncing as she took a sip. 

God she’s so fucking cute.. Tokoyami thought, trying to keep himself from practically tackling her and covering her in kisses. 

“It tastes good!” she exclaimed, he looked over and was shocked to see she had finished her entire glass as though it were fruit juice.

“A-ah, you shouldn’t chug it!” he said. 

“Oh gosh- *hic*” she covered her mouth with embarrassment as she hiccupped, her cheeks and nose flushing darkly. 

Tokoyami couldn’t help but laugh, hurrying to finish his wine as well. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it at least.” he said as she hiccupped again. 

“Heh.. You’re a good boyfriend.” she said, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Drunk already, hm?” he asked, nuzzling against her. 

“I guess so.. I’m ready to get naked!” she said, her initial shyness about this night dissipating. 

“Never one to wait for anything.” He remarked as she stood up in front of him, removing her sweater and unzipping her skirt. 

“Wait.” Tokoyami said, placing his hands over hers before she could slide her skirt off. 

“May I?” he asked. She nodded shyly and he stood, sliding her skirt off for her and reaching behind her to unhook her bra. He removed it slowly, staring intently at her chest. His gaze was so intense she closed her eyes as he took her breasts in his cold hands, pressing them together, squeezing them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. 

“Tokkun..” she sighed and he inhaled sharply. 

“You’re beautiful.” he said. 

“Absolutely perfect. I wanted to ask, do you perchance.. Have any fantasies that I could fulfill for you tonight?”

Anzu thought for a moment. She had spent so much time fantasizing about just being with him, but there were some specific things..

“Would it be okay.. I mean, it wouldn’t be weird or anything if maybe I um, called you Master?” she asked. 

Tokoyami felt like all of the blood in his body immediately rushed to his cock and his eyes fluttered shut momentarily. 

“Yes. I would.. Truly love that.” He said, pinching her nipples hard. She moaned loudly and he muffled her by shoving his tongue into her open mouth. 

“Shh, someone might hear you.” He hissed. 

“So noisy, just from this..” He mused, swirling his fingertips around her nipples. 

“Take off your panties and lay on the bed. I’m going to put a record on.” He said. Anzu was breathless and desperate for more of his touch as he walked away from her, but she did as she was told. She slid her panties off and laid herself down on his bed, her body warm from the wine and her eyes hazy as she heard Danse Macabre begin from his record player, a favorite of his they had listened to together often. 

Her eyes focused enough to notice Dark Shadow above her, brushing his hands over her cheeks, her neck, her collar bones and then mimicking Tokoyami in groping her breasts. She gasped and arched her back as Tokoyami approached the bed. 

“He.. Wants you the way I do.” He said as he removed his shirt. 

“I hope it’s alright with you if both of us..” He trailed off as he removed his pants and boxers. The wine had gone to his head as well and he felt a bit dazed. 

“Yes, it’s alright Master.”

That word snapped him out of it and he hurried to grab a bottle of massage oil from his side table before kneeling on the bed. 

“Sit up for me, love.” He said, his voice a soft command. Anzu did as she was told and he turned her so her back was to him. 

“I want you to feel relaxed.” He said as he poured the oil into his hands and began to massage her with it, working it into her neck and shoulders. Anzu began to purr, her long tails brushing against his body as he rubbed her. The oil heated with friction, making her feel even warmer as his strong hands loosened her up. 

“Does that feel good?” He asked quietly. 

“Yes, very good. I love you so much.” She said, leaning against him and turning her head so she could kiss his neck. He had removed his choker just for this, to feel her lips and rough little tongue against his tender flesh. He massaged the oil onto her breasts while she kissed and sucked his neck, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of her in his arms. 

“I love you, just as much.” He said. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. 

“I’ve loved you for so long, my sweet girl..”

She turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck and lavishing his beak in kisses and licks, moving closer to him so his cock brushed against her inner thigh. 

“Little love, lay back down.” He commanded. 

As Anzu laid down, Dark Shadow took her hands in his, interlocking their fingers as Tokoyami stroked her inner thighs, drawing closer and closer to where she wanted him most. Finally he touched her, spreading her lips with his thumbs and sighing softly as she was fully exposed to him. He rubbed one of his fingers against her clit in gentle circles, with the other hand he swirled a finger around her dripping entrance. 

“You’re so lovely, perfect and soft.. I want you to come undone in my hands, then I will penetrate you.” he said. Anzu’s eyes were half-lidded, she squeezed Dark Shadow’s hands as Tokoyami slowly pushed his finger into her. 

Between rubbing her sensitive clit and curling his finger against her g-spot she was already close, her toes curling as she clung to Dark Shadow desperately. 

"T-Tokkun more- please, another-" She whined, but Tokoyami did not oblige. 

"Another what? And, address me properly." He said. 

"Another finger please Master-" She broke off in a needy whine as he pushed a second finger into her, leaning down to replace the finger massaging her clit with his tongue. She arched her back and cried out, almost louder than the music as she came, and Tokoyami sighed dreamily at the feeling of her clit twitching against his tongue and her insides clenching around his fingers. 

"You did so well for me, little love." He said as he loomed over her, aligning himself with her entrance. 

He began to push himself into her slowly, carefully watching her expression. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip as she whimpered and he stopped moving immediately

"Are you hurt?" He asked gently, cupping her face in his hands.

"No- It feels amazing, I-I'm trying to be quiet.." She whined. He placed one of his hands against her neck, his thumb resting against her throat. 

"Is it alright if I keep my hand here? I'd like to apply a little pressure, but not if you're uncomfortable."

Anzu nodded enthusiastically as Dark Shadow rubbed himself against her, nuzzling his face against hers. 

Tokoyami held her neck and lifted her thigh with his other hand, allowing him to push even deeper into her. She closed her eyes and arched her back, her moans strained by the pressure he was putting on her throat. 

"Can you feel how deep I am inside you? Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice shaky as he tried to maintain his composure and self control enough not to ruthlessly fuck her the way he wanted to. 

Anzu nodded, releasing Dark Shadow with one of her hands to place it on Tokoyami's wrist, holding it as she writhed beneath him, eager for him to move.

Tokoyami dug his fingers into her thigh as he began to thrust in and out of her, slowly, but so thoroughly and deeply the tip of his cock kissed her cervix each time. Anzu was grateful for the pressure against her throat, as she was certain she would've screamed from the intense pleasure and friction, from how he was stretching her out.

"F-fuck, Anzu, you feel better than I could've imagined." he growled, picking up his pace and closing his eyes to savor the sound of her muffled whines and the lewd, wet sound each time he pushed himself into her. He released her neck and her thigh, leaning over her to nuzzle against her neck, licking and nibbling it and holding her tightly, his nails digging into her arms as he lost himself in the sounds of her moans unmuffled, he didn't care if the entire dorms could hear, in fact he felt rather pleased at the thought that someone might know the pleasure she was receiving, that only he could give to her. 

"Anzu- I'm really close-" Tokoyami groaned. 

"C-can I mark you?" he asked. Anzu held onto him tightly, unable to form words she nodded and Tokoyami opened his beak against her neck, biting her hard as he came. The feeling of his cock twitching within her, filling her more than she thought possible made her climax as well, clenching harder around his cock and making him moan loudly against her neck. Tokoyami continued holding Anzu long after he finished, he and Dark Shadow both stroking her lovingly. 

"Tokoyami, can I sleep over? I'm really sleepy and, I don't wanna be away from you.." she said, clinging to him. 

Both Tokoyami and Dark Shadow were loathe to let her go after that. 

"Yeah, let me clean you up." he said, climbing off of her and going to the bathroom for a moment. He returned with a wash cloth covered in warm water. First he wiped her neck, she hadn't noticed that he had bitten her hard enough to draw blood. 

"I'm terribly sorry. I hadn't intended to hurt you.." he said. 

"No it's alright! I wanted you to mark me. Tomorrow in class I think everyone will know what happened." she replied. Tokoyami smiled to himself as he started cleaning the mess between her legs, and Dark Shadow nuzzled up against her neck, tickling her.

When Tokoyami finished cleaning her up he went to his closet, taking one of his sweatshirts and offering it to her. The imagery on it was.. macabre to say the least, a band she had never heard of, but she was thankful to wear one of his things to bed. His bed wasn't made for two people (Three if Dark Shadow counts.) but pressed against each other, holding each other tightly Anzu thought it felt perfect as she drifted off to sleep.

[gekkoinapeartree]

Ok Welp- it’s now technically Monday but like… I haven’t slept yet so it’s fine. Right? That’s how days work, it’s totally a thing.

Anyways.

So …. My tagging and then writing six sentences per tag per fic was a bit of a bust.

But! I did manage to write more. More COBB, a bit of Magically Required and some random thing that mind needed to figure out because of my own feelings being complicated and messy.

Also thanks to all the folks who tagged me this week… and Wednesday?? I think I posted Wednesday? Who even knows anymore- but thank you all the same!!

Everyone has been writing and arting such incredible work and I am in love with it all.

But yes!

Man this week has been strange and wrought with sick kiddos and alcohol and not getting enough sleep. I’ve lost track of the days.

Anyways I think I have enough of my rando fic to post here, it’s Agatha POV and it will eventually be her and Penny bonding through Pole dancing classes ( and possibly burlesque? ) but it’s kinda going off my own feelings of inadequacy, body issues and sexuality/sex stuff etc.

I don’t think it will be NSFW- it’s just gonna talk about thoughts on sex, and feelings just cuz — I guess processing those things is easier through writing other characters??

Who knows. But yes.

So no one’s read this yet, and I’m not sure how interested in Agatha being very Agatha in it, but Penny will be Penny as much as I can make her- and anyone else will just be kind of support cast I think?

We shall see- since it’s more of a “hey I’m sorting my thoughts” type thing, I don’t think it’ll have too much of an actual plot. So maybe it’ll be terrible? I hope not but whatever. That’s how the phoenix crumbles and lights up like a sad and tiny funeral pyre.

Anyways to the snippet!!

Agatha tentatively pulled her tights off, feeling abnormally self conscious around her new classmates. She wasn’t used to this feeling - feeling concerned about being judged.

She was usually the most beautiful face in the room, she knew. And she wasn’t being cocky or self involved about it either. It was more of a fact. She saw how she turned heads, saw eyes linger over her. It usually made her want to scream.

The long studio mirror stretched out in front of her. Girls of all sizes were around her, chatting amongst themselves unencumbered by the near nakedness of their pole dancing shorts and tightly fitted shirts.

She was the alien in the room- the newcomer among this coven of lean muscled dancers. Exotic dancers her mind supplied, in her mothers quivering voice.

She had been less than thrilled when Agatha had told her about having signed up for Pole dancing and Russian Exotic Dance.

So that’s the new one that probably will just stay in WIP purgatory until I finish the other fics.

And since Magically Required hasn’t been updated in forever 😢 (sorry!!!!) …. Here’s a snippet of that too. ( also I already have decided I do not give a fluffy fox tail about posting 6 sentences- just whatever I feel like sharing so… deal with it ? Please? And thank you? )

Here it is! Chapter 8 on its way….

Any other boy, upon hearing this sound, would have come in their pants instantly. Any other mage would have used magic to lube up their throbbing cock and throw Snow over the nearest surface to fuck him as deeply, wildly and passionately as he deserves.

I however, like the cursed undead creature I am do neither of these things. ( although I feel like I coud. The fact that I haven’t given in to this temptation already is unprecedented.)

No, instead I, T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch remain completely frozen in horror.

My fangs have popped.

Fuck my life.

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If you were tagged and you don’t know who I am : I read your stuff! I love it that’s why I follow you! Hugs to you and your brilliance!!

If you were tagged and you didn’t tag me: go write six sentences of absolutely anything- journal? Writing prompt? Outline? Letter to a friend? I mean *i’d* prefer something that’s a WIP but like who needs that pressure! You do you and know that I love your work!!

I’m doing my tags in a blanket like this because, like a chump I don’t want to have to keep check who tagged me. It’s laziness on my part I know, but know I appreciate you and this entire fandom as a whole and that this whole scene has added some very needed pep to my step so thank you friends <3

Xx kristi

[hatterstan-shameblog]

Okay so Aguni is sound asleep, just enjoying the few hours of peace he has, when there's a knock on the door. He ignores it, but the person just keeps knocking and knocking.

"Morizono, open the goddamn door!" he hears Takeru call, "This is an emergency!"

He groans to himself before standing up and opening the door.

"What?"

"So, remember that weird chonky cat Niragi found?"

"Yeah... what about it?"

"It's not fat... and is not a cat."

Where Hatter and apparently every other idiot at the Beach mistake a domesticated pregnant genet for a fat exotic cat. And it just gave birth on Hatter's bed.

I have no idea in what direction this is supposed to go lol but hopefully something chaotic.

alright I had to look up what a genet is and DAMN they are CUTE AS HELL and I’m love them v much

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Terminator

Rating: PG-13 for dialogue and like one drug reference

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Aguni Morizono is a simple man who enjoys simple pleasures.

He enjoys a healthy slathering of grape jelly on his toast. He enjoys watching the sunset reflect over the ocean. He enjoys watering his garden and reading the newspaper and taking naps on the sofa on Sunday afternoons after he’s finished his grocery shopping for the week.

What he does not particularly enjoy is being shaken awake by a borderline-frantic Takeru in the middle of the night.

Takeru insists that he has a good reason; that this is an emergency. Aguni reminds him that running out of marijuana does not qualify as an emergency, and pulls the blanket over his head in an attempt to shut the very exuberant man out.

But the aforementioned exuberant man refuses to be shut out, and he references the aforementioned emergency again—this time insisting that it is an actual real emergency and requires immediate attention. Aguni sincerely doubts this and tries his damnedest to fall back to sleep—a truly Herculean task, given Takeru’s incessant talking and the way he’s bouncing on the other side of the mattress like some kind of weird large puppy. Aguni is just about to enter the first misty moments of dozing off as Takeru says words like ‘Niragi’ and ‘cat’ and ‘bed’ and it’s all somewhat possible to ignore until he utters one word that makes Aguni sit straight up.

‘Babies.’

Now, ‘babies’ as a concept does not bother Aguni. He’s actually somewhat fond of them, the way they unabashedly stare at him on the train or in the park, eyes wide and fat little hands waving a clumsy ‘hello’ in his general direction. And if he waves back sometimes, well...that’s his business. (It’s only polite, after all.)

No, the issue here is that ‘babies’ and ‘the Borderlands’ sounds like a terrible, terrible mix. What’s worse is that said babies have, for some reason, been left in Takeru’s care. And, judging from Takeru’s presence in his room, the babies have been left alone.

It takes no time at all for Aguni to throw on a pair of pants and slip into his boots. It takes even less time for him to grab Takeru by the collar of his robe and physically drag him down the hall, the other man switching between heartfelt thank-you’s and desperate pleas for Aguni to be gentle when handling the raw silk of his ensemble.

Now, to those of us on the outside of Aguni’s brain, it may seem like he hasn’t thought this through; that he has tunnel-vision’d his way through the last two paragraphs without a logical thought as to how and why ‘babies’ may be present. That is simply not true. Aguni has considered that ‘babies’ could actually mean a number of things aside from ‘human infants’ and has thus compiled a short list of the three most likely candidates:

The spider plant he had placed on Takeru’s windowsill has propagated—or, as some would call it, ‘had babies.’ This is Aguni’s favorite option of the bunch. It is also the least likely.

Something about the cards. Although Aguni has never Takeru refer to them as ‘his babies,’ it is no secret that he is very protective of his prized collection. Seeing as this may or may not affect the entire Beach, it’s important for him to be aware of the situation.

Takeru is high as a goddamn kite and hallucinating. This is, unfortunately, the most likely scenario.

It is also important to mention that Aguni has taken a good look at his life and his choices throughout this ordeal, particularly when Takeru commented on the state of his biceps and made an off-color insinuation about the right one looking slightly more defined than the left—and then asked if he would like to discuss his love life, with an exaggerated raise of his eyebrows. Aguni chose not to comment. He also chose to push Takeru into the doorframe on the way into his suite, and took a smidge of pleasure when his head collided with the wood with a satisfying clunk-ing sound.

“Look,” Takeru says proudly, pointing a finger at the bed, “babies!”

Nestled in what a bulging nest of fluffy white blankets are...things. Fuzzy things. One big fuzzy thing, with sleepy eyes and what looks to be a long spotted tail wrapped around one, two, three tiny fuzzy things. When Aguni leans in to get a closer look, the big one quirks a corn-chip-shaped ear and gives him a wary glare.

“What,” Aguni asks, “in the goddamn—“

But before Aguni is able to finish his sentence, Takeru is giving him a stinging slap on the arm.

“Aguni Morizono,” he hisses, hands balled into fists and perched on his hips like a mother hen, “I will not have my children exposed to that kind of language.”

There are plenty of things wrong with what Takeru just said, but Aguni is having trouble getting past the idea that these...creatures have somehow been claimed by his very silly friend.

“Think about it,” Takeru continues, swanning his way past a very confused (and tired) Aguni to sit on the edge of the bed just behind the brood of fluffy individuals, “This lovely lady could have given birth on anyone’s bed...but she chose mine.  Why do you think that is?”

“Because you leave the sheets all balled up in the middle and it’s the perfect place for an animal to make a nest?”

“Wrong, but I like how confident you sounded when you said it!”

With his hands pressed together and held in front of his lips, Takeru looks almost prayerful as he very seriously explains his theory.

“A woman alone-- heavily pregnant, scared, and lost in these cold and cruel Borderlands.  Her thoughts shift to her young.  Who will keep them safe?  Who will help take care of them?  That’s when her instincts took over,” Takeru opens his arms, the silken cuffs of his robe pooling around his elbows, “and, using her superior sense of smell, followed her nose to the den of the nearest alpha male for protection.”

Aguni wishes he could say that this is the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. He also wishes he had a cup of coffee (with a healthy glug of Bailey’s in there for good measure) before this whole event took place.

Takeru has since busied himself with the tiny new mother and her young, watching with gentle fascination as the newborns snuffle and snooze against her with unopened eyes and clumsy paws. When he reaches out a ring-bedecked hand to stroke along the bigger one’s head, she gives him a small growl and a pointed glare—to which he laughs and withdraws his touch, saying something cheeky about “the last time she let a man get too close” and quickly following it up with a promise to talk about it “after the kids are asleep.”

Takeru has just held up his hand for a high-five (which Aguni has decided to not reciprocate) when they hear a crash and then a bang and then the thundering thumpthumpthump of angry booted footsteps rapidly approaching their position in the bedroom. For some reason—a reason he’s not very keen to dwell upon at the current moment—Aguni instantly snaps into defense mode, hands curling into fists and shoulders squaring themselves in anticipation of a coming attack.

“WHERE. IS. TERMINATOR!?”

Niragi bursts into the room like a firework, all noise and flash and fire in his eyes. His knuckles strain around the dark of his rifle, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. Of course, Aguni knows (hopes) he won’t actually resort to filling Takeru full of bullets, but he keeps a close eye on his trigger finger, anyways.

“Ah! There’s my co-parent,” Hatter says with a measure of glee, gesturing with a flourish of his hand towards the cute, hairy pile on his bed, “As you can see, our lovely Terminator is doing very well and—“

“Our? She’s not fucking ours, she’s fucking mine,” Niragi snaps, “and I’m gonna fucking kill you for stealing my cat.”

“Not a cat,” a calm voice says, and Aguni turns to see Last Boss lurking in the doorway, katana sheathed and arms crossed, “She’s a common genet, native to the savanna’s of Africa.”

“Ooh, does that mean the babies have dual citizenship? No, wait,” Hatter claps his hands together with glee, “triple citizenship? Africa, Japan, and the Borderlands?!”

“Africa’s not a country, it’s a continent, dumbass,” Niragi retorts, “and I think we have bigger problems than what’s going to be on their fucking passports.”

It’s probably not the best thing in the world for Aguni to let Takeru and Niragi descend into heated bickering—a back-and-forth of ‘you stole her’ versus ‘no, she chose me’—but Aguni is simply not interested in breaking up their squabbling. Instead he goes to stand by Last Boss, who’s watching the two long-haired men argue like it’s a mildly interesting tennis match.

“So,” Aguni says, “you, uh, seem to know a lot about those things.”

“I did my research when Niragi first brought her back,” Last Boss says calmly, “He’s good with her, but I wanted to make sure we were taking care of her correctly.”

“Did you know she was pregnant?”

“I had my suspicions. Niragi wouldn’t listen, though. Kept telling me she was just fat.”

“Yeah, I thought she was ‘just fat,’” Niragi interjects, his gun no longer pointed at Takeru but a murderous gleam still in his eye, “because this fucking asshole kept feeding her potato chips!”

“Because she loves them,” Takeru shouts back, throwing his arms up in the air, “So shoot me for being a nice guy and sharing my snacks with your weird cat!”

“Don’t,” both Last Boss and Aguni say in unison—which is very uncomfortable for the both of them, but at least it has the desired effect of keeping Niragi from blasting a few dozen holes through Takeru’s person.

With the two of them quickly getting back into their heated back-and-forth, Aguni turns his attention to the creatures on the bed. Somehow, despite all of the noise and excitement, the mother and her babies have curled up and fallen asleep, the rhythmic rise and fall of their bellies a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them. Aguni feels jealous, but also, feels bad about feeling jealous because this...Terminator thing has undoubtedly had a rough night, too.

“Luckily,” Last Boss says, “genets are pretty independent creatures. She’ll be fine to take care of the kits on her own, provided that she has access to food and water.”

“So we should just...leave her alone?”

Last Boss shrugs.

“More or less.”

Aguni sighs internally. He sighs externally, too, but the internal sigh is the one that really sums up his thoughts on the whole situation. Just getting one of those hot-headed men to leave those poor animals alone is challenging enough, but both of them? That’s bordering on ‘damn near impossible.’

But, for the sake of those weird fuzzy babies, he has to try.

Takeru jumps when he feels Aguni’s hand on his elbow. He also manages to shut up for a moment, which is a nice bonus. Last Boss has also sprung into action and seems to be talking to Niragi in hushed tones, a hesitant but friendly hand on his shoulder.

“C’mon,” Aguni says, gentle-firm as he guides Takeru into a standing position—much to the other man’s confusion.

“Mori, what—?”

“You’ve had a big night. I’ve had a big night. But do you know whose had the biggest night of us all?” Aguni gestures to the snoozing creatures in front of them, “Terminator. She’s exhausted, and the last thing she needs is the four of us keeping her up. You can stay with me tonight, and we’ll figure the rest out tomorrow.”

“But,” Takeru protests—an iota quieter, now that he’s realized that the pipe on the bed is now a sleeping pile, “we can’t just leave them alone, can we?”

“You’re right. Which is why,” Aguni says, “Last Boss is going to stay with her and keep an eye on things. If he’s okay with that, of course?”

Last Boss offers a solemn nod. Aguni makes a mental note to thank him for this later—maybe he’ll let him pick the music on their next supply run (provided it’s from Aguni’s list of pre-approved artists, of course...)

“You know what? Fucking fine,” Niragi spits, flicking his hair back with a quick jerk of his hand, “it’s too goddamn late to deal with you fucking losers, anyways. I’ll come back to collect my cat and her kittens in the morning.”

Aguni does not risk correcting Niragi on his incorrect terminology regarding his pets—frankly, he’s a little too busy being amazed at how suspiciously easy it was to get him to leave. With a sharp pivot, Niragi is exiting the room in what could be called a ‘brisk saunter,’ no doubt wanting to put as much distance between himself and whatever-the-hell just happened in this room as possible.

Aguni, for once, can relate to Niragi quite well.

With Last Boss keeping vigil over the new little family, Aguni is able to wrangle Takeru away from his room with minimal fuss. It’s probably because the man is very tired—despite multiple claims that he ‘isn’t sleepy yet’ and ‘can stay up for hours.’ This theory is proven when, within a grand total of seven seconds of Takeru flopping face-first onto the middle of Aguni’s bed, he’s managed to slip into what only can be described as a ‘light coma.’

Aguni manages to wrestle a stray pillow away from his sleeping friend’s grasp (he’s a notoriously cuddly sleeper, which has led to some...interesting situations over the course of their friendship) and settles his weary self onto the couch. It’s not quite long enough to accommodate his height, but it’s good enough for what will most likely end up being an extended nap before the sun comes up and he needs to solve whatever other issues have popped up at the Beach overnight.

...But, at least those problems won’t involve babies.

Probably.

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Also here is a common genet and DAMN SIS U CUTE AS HELL

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Summer of Whump Prompt Day 1 [Overheating/Freezing]

Omega has never seen snow before. She also hasn’t learned about the dangers of walking out onto frozen water.

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  Omega blinked in surprise as a rush of cold air hit her face, her eyes stinging momentarily. A puff of warm air became a thin cloud before her as she breathed, her lungs burning just a little as she drew in a deep breath of sharp, wintry air. The atmosphere of this planet was breathable, but it was also mostly clouded with ash, locking the planet in a semi-permanent winter. White powder covered the ground, and a small voice in her head told Omega to to and jump in it.

 “Hunter, what’s that white stuff?” She asked, looking over her shoulder as the man grabbed an empty crate and started down the ramp.

 “That? That’s snow.” He explained, momentarily surprised by her lack of knowledge before remembering that Omega had never had the opportunity to see snow before. “It’s just frozen water. You can touch it, if you want.”

 Omega grinned and ran down towards the snow. Hunter couldn’t help but smile as he watched her tentatively touch the snow, her too-large mittens protecting her from the cold and wet. She was a little cautious for a few seconds, but her curiosity soon took over and she began to scoop up the fluffy frozen water. She put her face close to it, and a bit of the snow touched her nose. She reeled back a little bit, not expecting the chill temperature.

 “It’s cold!” She announced, looking back at Hunter. By this time, the rest of the team had gotten off the ship and were now preparing to set off towards some nearby caves. The caves were the reason they were here, well, more specifically, what was in the caves. Tech had discovered that a rare strain of ore existed on this planet, and if they could get their hands on some, they could sell it for quite a few credits.

 Tech adjusted his glasses and nodded. “Frozen condensation does tend to be rather cold. It has to be, or it would simply become water.”

 “I think I like snow better than cold water. Remember that time I fell through the ice on that frozen lake?” Wrecker chimed in, holding an old mining drill that they had scavenged from the last planet they had visited.

 Hunter made a noise of acknowledgement. “That was definitely not a pleasant experience for any of us.”

 “Why? What’s wrong with cold water?” Omega asked, moving to stand closer to them.

 “The water underneath ice is freezing. If the shock doesn’t make you go under, you don’t have long before your limbs freeze up and you sink. You have to get out fast and get somewhere warm as soon as possible, because you become very susceptible to the cold once you’re wet.” Hunter explained, before tilting his head in the direction of the ship. “Now get inside. I don’t want you getting sick because you stayed outside for too long.”

 “Aw, can’t I just stay out for a little bit longer? I want to play in the snow some more.” Omega pleaded. She didn’t want to go back onto the ship, they’d just gotten here!

 Hunter looked like he was about to dismiss her plea, but then his face changed into a more considerate one.

 “Mhm, you have been cooped up on the ship for a while… Tech, is there any dangerous life forms around?” He asked, turning to look at his brother.

 Tech shook his head. “No, the ash clouds have prevented enough sunlight from reaching the planet’s surface to halt any plant growth. Any fauna that once lived here died out thousands of years ago.” He said, looking at Omega. “So I suppose it would be safe for you to stay out for a short time.”

 “As long as you promise to go right inside once you start feeling cold.” Hunter added. “And stay near the ship.”

 Omega nodded eagerly. “I promise!”

 Hunter nodded at her, then at his squad. The group set out towards the caves, Wrecker pausing for a moment to ruffle Omega’s hair. The girl laughed, waved goodbye, then resumed her play.

 It was only around five minutes after the group had gone out of sight that Omega heard it. Or, rather, sensed it. It was a cry, a cry for help. She could feel a wave of pain settle into her body, although it was not her own. Concerned, she began to follow the cry, hoping that it wasn’t a member of the Bad Batch that was hurt.

   Omega shivered, her cheeks now sporting a flush red colour. Her mittens had long since become damp, and her coat just wasn’t holding up now as it had before, likely due to the change in windiness. What had previously been the occasional gust of wind was now a constant state of blustery flurries. The flying snow hindered her sight, and that made her nervous. Yet she didn’t dare turn around now, as she could feel that she was almost at the source of distress. She didn’t hear any voices, so she ruled out the idea of one of her group members being hurt, which both relieved and confused her. Tech had said that the lack of sunlight had wiped out all of the animals on this planet, so what was hurt?

 Suddenly, she heard something move right beside her. Crouching down, her eyes widened as she saw that Tech had been wrong. The creature was smooth and plump, likely covered in blubber. Its skin was pale, and it sported enormous violet eyes. Webbed paws were pulled close to its body as it stared up at Omega in confusion.

 The source of its distress became instantly apparent once Omega had gotten over her surprise. The animal’s tail was pinned under a fallen tree branch, the skin having been broken in places. They were superficial wounds, but she knew that those ones could hurt just as much as deeper wounds.

 “Aw, poor little guy. Don’t worry, I’m here to help you.” She soothed, trying to convey her words through whatever connection had alerted her of the creature’s pain.

 Surprisingly, this seemed to actually work, and the animal showed no hostility as Omega lifted the tree branch. Once it was free, the pudgy little thing padded away, disappearing into the white.

 “Hey, wait!” Omega called, getting up and rushing after the creature. “I haven’t looked at your cuts yet!”

 She ran blindly into the snow, trying to find the injured animal. She didn’t have any supplies on hand, but if she could just get it to come back with her…

 A sharp crunching sound had her pausing. She looks around, confused. Had another tree limb broken.

 She takes another step.

 Another crunch, this one sounding almost strained.

 Omega is a smart girl, and thus it doesn’t take her long to realize that the crunching sound was coming from beneath her.

 She recalls Wrecker’s story instantly, about how he had fallen through a frozen lake. Hunter’s explanation to her question had made it very clear that such an event was extremely dangerous, and now she was about to find out how true that statement was.

 Now, a trained clone would have eased himself onto his stomach and slowly inched himself back towards the safety of shore, but Omega was not trained to survive outside of Kamino, so she had no idea how to get herself out of the dangerous situation she had accidentally gotten herself into.

 Slowly, she started to back up, wincing as she heard the ice groan beneath her. Panic gripped her as she tried to decide what to do. She had to get off the ice, but would it be better to move quickly and try and make it before the ice broke? Or would she continue as she was, trying to ease her way back to more stable land? Seeing as how the latter wasn’t working very well, she decided to take the chance and make a run for it.

 Omega spun around and darted back the way she came. A heart-stopping snap almost made her look back, but her fear kept her going. Almost there, almost there!

 Omega felt the ice give way seconds before she fell, and that moment of knowing might have been more terrifying than the drop itself. The frigid water rushed over her body as she plunged into the dark liquid, the shock causing her to seize up. She managed to snag a chunk of ice before she could completely slip under, and she quickly clawed her way up onto the thicker ice. Her tiny body was now wracked with shivers as she hacked up a mouthful of water, her lungs and throat burning from the cold. She stared wide eyed at the hole that she had just emerged from, watching the ice float on the inky blackness.

 A gust of wind blew by, causing her shivering to increase. Waterlogged, she hauled herself to her feet and started back towards the ship. Or, at least, she hoped she was going towards the ship. In truth, her fall had disoriented and frightened her, and she was no longer sure of her direction. The snow had covered her tracks, so she was just going off of what seemed right to her.

 The wind howled as she squinted away the snow, the flakes sticking to her eyelashes. Her skin felt frozen and burning hot at the same time, and her teeth chattered as she made her way through the growing storm. The sound of creaking branches and screaming, bitter wind in her ears didn’t help Omega feel any less afraid, so her heart was still pounding in her chest.

 Soon, she began to feel sluggish and oddly sleepy. Rubbing at her eyes, she hugged herself even tighter. She was so cold that she didn’t even really feel it anymore, and while that should concern her, she really couldn’t bring herself to care.

 Without warning, her foot caught on something, and she went down with a yelp. Her fall had been somewhat softened by the snow, but it had still hurt. She tried weakly to get up, but found herself unable to. The swirling snow began to land on her chilled form, and Omega found herself nodding off. The pain had ebbed into a dull throb, one that she barely noticed now.

 Tired. She was so tired.

  A small pressure on her cheek made her open her eyes. A small webbed foot was patting her face, and she was surprised to see the creature that she had helped earlier. The small animal nudged her, pushing against her chin in an attempt to make her rise. Omega grit her teeth and pulled her arms underneath her, trying to push herself up off the ground. She didn’t want to die here!

 Her pudgy new friend let out little honks of encouragement, nudging her with its smooth head. Omega managed to stumble to her feet, her limbs shaking in protests. The animal kept honking as it moved forward, looking back occasionally to make sure she was following. With no better options, Omega followed the animal into the storm.

   Tech cursed quietly and wiped his glasses, trying to clear them of snow. The storm had caught them by surprise, and now a cloak of blinding white had separated him from his squad.

 Peering into the storm, he spotted something low to the ground coming towards him. It looked like a… salamander? But that was impossible, no life was supposed to be present on the planet’s surface! Could it have been living deep underground or underwater? Why was it just wandering out in the snow?

 “Hey… slow down. I- I can’t keep up.” A voice, weak and drenched in tiredness pierced the storm’s wail. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he realized that he knew that voice, and it wasn’t one that he expected or wanted to hear out in this weather.

 “Omega?!” He called, wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him.

 “T-t-tech? That y-you?” The reply came worryingly slow.

 The salamander creature honked as he rushed passed it, its large eyes blinking at him. Omega’s quivering form soon appeared through the blizzard, and he quickly knelt down to examine her. How long had she been out here? Her skin was pale white in some areas and rosy red in others, but nothing looked blue or worse, blackened.

 “Omega, what happened? Why didn’t you go back to the ship?” He asked, moving to hold her hands to warm them up. A sense of shock and fear ran through him when he touched Omega’s mittens and found them to be soaked. “Did you fall into water?”

 Omega nodded weakly, and Tech could see ice forming on the rest of her body. This wasn’t good.

 “I h-heard something cry out for help, and I thought it might have been you guys, so I went-t-t looking for it. I found him trapped u-under a t-tree branch, but when I-I lifted it off him, he ran off be-before I could treat his cuts! S-s-so I tried to find him, and I ended up walking onto a frozen r-river or lake. I tried to get off, but the ice b-broke before I c-could make it all the way back.” She explained, her teeth chattering as she spoke.

 Tech’s eyes widened and he quickly scooped Omega up, the girl letting out a quiet noise of surprise.

 “We need to get you inside and warm as soon as possible, do you know where the ship is?”

 Omega shook her head, and Tech bit back another curse. It had been a stupid question, if she had know where the ship was, she wouldn’t be out here, but he had figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. He’d better try his comlink again. With any luck, he’d finally be able to reach someone.

 “Can anyone hear me? Hunter? Wrecker? Echo?” He asked, shifting Omega so that she wasn’t facing the brunt of the wind.

 Static came over the line for a moment, but then Tech heard Hunter’s voice. He sighed in relief.

 “Tech? Where are you?” Hunter asked.

 “Not far, I think.” Tech answered. “Hunter, we have a problem. Omega went out to help an animal in distress and ended up falling through some ice. I don’t know how long she’s been out here but she’s freezing and I need to get her back to the ship. Can you send up a flare?”

 “What?! I thought you said there were no animals on this planet?” Hunter’s concern and irritation bled through the comlink, and Tech sighed. Hunter was going to second guess his information for a little while, wasn’t he?

 “A flare, Hunter! We can discuss this when Omega isn’t bordering on getting frostbite.” He snapped back.

 He heard Hunter grumble, but the sound of orders being barked calmed his fears slightly. Tech lowered his hand and turned back to Omega. The young girl had buried her face in his chest armor, and he lamented the fact that none of his body heat could really be shared with her while he had his armor on. He considered removing the chest armor, but decided against it when he realized that he would need to put Omega down.

 A bright red light suddenly appeared, the glow cutting through the snowstorm. Tech thanked the maker and broke out into a run. Behind him, the salamander creature honked and scuttled after him.

   Hunter was waiting for them at the ship’s entrance, a worried look on his face. He held out his arms to take Omega from Tech, and he handed her over without argument. The ship’s door closed as Tech stepped inside, keeping out the cold air. The team immediately got to work warming Omega up. The heavy, wet winter-wear was replaced with some soft, dry pajamas that they had purchased a few weeks ago.

 Blanket after blanket was piled onto the barely conscious girl, and by the end of it all, Omega was lost to the sea of cloth. Echo set about heating up some soup for her while Hunter and Wrecker tried to keep her distracted during Tech’s medical examination.

 “Well, it seems like you’ve got superficial frostbite and are in the beginning stages of hypothermia, but nothing permanent. We’ll need to head to the nearest planet with a medical centre.” Tech said, standing up.

“Is there anything we can do right now?” Wrecker asked. He hated not being able to do anything.

 “Keep her warm and monitor her breathing and pulse. She should be okay, but I want to be sure.” Tech said, smoothing down Omega’s hair.

 An irritated hiss had the group recoiling. Echo looked over towards the bunks, a quizzical look on his face.

 “What the kriff was that?” He questioned.

 Hunter reached over and pulled back one of the blankets that they had tucked Omega under. A smooth, white head popped out. It was the salamander that had been with Omega!

 “What is that?” Hunter growled, not wanting a wild animal to be anywhere near Omega while she was like this.

 “Aw, leave ‘im alone, Hunter” Omega whispered, freeing an arm from the blanket mountain to pet the protective amphibian. “He’s the reason I foun’ Tech.”

 “He’s also the reason you left the safety of the ship.” Tech argued.

 “He was hurt, I couldn’t just leave him.” Omega said, smiling as the fat little animal tucked itself underneath her neck. “I’m gonna call you Pillow.”

 “Omega, we can’t keep that thing. It’s a wild animal.” Hunter said softly. He went to pick Pillow up, but the salamander narrowed it’s eyes and hissed at Hunter again, snuggling down in the mass of blankets.

 “Heh, feisty little guy.” Wrecker chuckled. “I like ‘em!”

 “It appears to be quite protective of Omega. It may have bonded to her.” Tech piped up.

 “So?” Hunter raised an eyebrow.

 “So it may be worth it to allow Omega to keep the animal. It could serve as a protector should we be unable to do so. As an added bonus, salamanders this large have incredibly slow metabolisms, so the occasional bug should keep it happy.” Tech explained.

 “Oh my Maker, are we seriously considering keeping this thing.” Hunter groaned.

 His words were met with expectant stares, and after a moment of silence, he sighed,

 “Fine. Pillow can stay.” He muttered.

 Omega smiled wider and hugged Pillow, who honked happily. Wrecker laughed as Hunter threw up his hands and walked over to the pilot’s chair, a small smile forming on his own face.

 Echo brought Omega her soup, setting it down on the bunk.

 “Don’t let Pillow crawl into the soup, okay?” He joked, patting her on the head.

 “I won’t” She croaked, freeing her other hand. Pillow moved onto her head, relaxing as Omega’s body heat began to return to her.

  A bonus Pillow!

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if/when you get the energy/time to- im really curious; what kinda fuzzy friends do the newer skeles have? does pitch have a seeing eye-dog version of princess? or does ell and/or nemo have a fuzzy buddy to help with their anxiety or anything similar or in-between? spare fuzzy friend hcs for the poor, ma'am????

Well, you asked for it!

Ash (Undergloom Sans): A cat named Annie (Ragdoll), adopted as an emotional support buddy! She picked him, really, just ambling right on up to him, and it was love at first flop-over-his feet. Having a little sweetheart like her to take care of has really helped to pull Ash out of the doldrums and he loves her a lot. She’s a big-time cuddlebug, just like he is, and they definitely spend a ton of time napping together, everywhere and anywhere.

Annie’s Quirks: Extra chunky (master of the ‘I haven’t been fed yet 🥺’ con), stockpiles socks and undies beneath the bed, shameless catnip junkie

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): He feels like he’s not as active as he should be, lots of time spent indoors doing academic things, when there’s a whole beautiful world out there that he should be getting out to see at least sometimes... He has the idea that maybe an animal companion would be the right motivation to get up and out at least a couple times a day, and Cannoli (Pembroke Welsh Corgi) is the solution to the problem! They click pretty much immediately and are just very well-suited to each other, especially as exercise partners.

Cannoli’s Quirks: Loves (short) walks, rests his head on any feet that stay still long enough, must sleep in the same bed as the people and will hop/bark/cry if he can’t get up there himself

Brick (Horrorfell Sans):He doesn’t know too much of the story himself, he’s sure he was told in more detail but probably forgot. All he remembers is, a friend of a friend had a dog who had an accident...or maybe it got sick? Either way, it went deaf, and the dog was too big and unwieldy for them to try to retrain themselves. But they had a friend who was HoH, and that friend was active in the community with lots of other signing and HoH folks and could ask around about someone who might be up for the challenge of having and training a real big dog that couldn’t hear a word you said to it. That’s how Brick heard about it, anyway, and he’s not deaf but he’s big, and he figures he probably knows at least enough sign by now to train a dog. And that’s how Tiny (English Mastiff) comes to stay at his place. They clumsily work on understanding each other, it’s definitely a Process, but there’s plenty of fondness there to make any difficulty worth the trouble.

Tiny’s Quirks: Bit of a digging problem, gets very excited about balloons, likes to sit near people and lean his entire weight into them

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): This one may look familiar, but it’s fate-- Doomfanger (Persian) belongs with him and could find her way to him in any universe. ...But King was a little later getting to the Surface, and wasn’t there to pick her up when she was freshly on the streets. She spent awhile longer being an alleycat, a few years of living the rough life, and one day when she’s not quite fast enough to scurry out of the way of an oncoming car, it probably would’ve been the end for her... if not for the kind Samaritan skeleton who was just passing by that scooped her up off the pavement and brought her to a vet. King tried very hard not to get attached to her, especially when it was still looking like she wouldn’t make it, but he kept moving the goalpost of when he’d let himself care about her. ‘IF IT LIVES UNTIL MORNING,’ ‘IF IT MAKES IT TO THE VET,’ ‘IF SHE SURVIVES HER SURGERY,’ ‘IF--’ and then she looks at him, with her goofy drugged up face, freshly missing the foot of her back paw so that they even match now, and... And just like that, Doomfanger has a home and a devoted cat-dad owner and anything else she could possibly need.

Doomfanger’s Quirks: Likes to be raked, makes an incredible fuss when shut out of any room for any reason, very spooked by loud noises and immediately runs and hides under daddy’s bed

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): He wanted a pet, especially when things were still a little strained with his brother and the nature of his...condition...made it difficult to make friends. He was lonely and a little pal would be very welcome in his home, but he’d also really hate to curse a furry friend with the ever-present threat of being dripped on and getting nasty bone-goop stuck in their fur... Ella (Sphynx) is the workaround to this unusual problem and makes herself right at home with Merc, happy to love on him whether he’s solid or sticky.

Ella’s Quirks: Has an extensive collection of sweaters that she adores (will sit by her dresser and meow until she is clothed), great sense for emotions and tends to appear whenever she’s needed, transfixed by mirrors

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): He didn’t choose Ripley (Maine Coon), Ripley... well, he’s not even sure Ripley chose him. He definitely chose Ella, because that pretty little sweater-wearing vixen in the window is what drove him to bust into Ell and Merc’s house and start sauntering around like he owned the place. Ripley (named before they realized he was a boy-cat) was definitely feral, with a notched ear and a missing eye, but he just keeps coming around, breaking and entering, cuddling with Ella and sharing her food, and when he one day hops into Ell’s lap and curls his big fluffy body up there... Ell makes the (possibly bad) decision to just shut the doors and windows on this mean, fat bastard and make him commit to the self-domestication he’d started. Ripley’s fickle, anti-social, and nine times out of ten mean as hell, but despite it all, Ell’s attached to the fucker. Doesn’t stop him from talking mad shit about his demon-cat to anyone who’ll listen, but y’know, there’s a weird sort of love there, between them both.

Ripley’s Quirks: Hates other cats and people, with Ell and Ella as the only exceptions (Ell sometimes, Ella always), does truly heinous things to birds and rodents and even bugs if the opportunity presents itself, an escape artist who is not to be trusted around doors or windows

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): Ms. Sandy Peaches (Golden Retriever) is a service dog, trained to assist people with visual impairments in a variety of tasks. Pitch, who’d long been mulling over the idea of getting one such dog, eventually follows through, and as soon as he hears her name, he’s decided-- Sandy Peaches is the one for him! He’s been blind awhile by the time he gets her and generally knows his way around things, but she’s very helpful in his day-to-day and some of the things that were moderately inconvenient to get through before are only mildly inconvenient now, and her value as a helper and a companion is much appreciated.

Sandy’s Quirks: Gets excited when it’s time to put her vest on and go work, thinks the appropriate amount of brushing time is probably about three hours, loves to go swimming

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): He found Dizzy (American Shorthair) after an accidental click led him to a local shelter’s Instagram, where they had a video of her playing and a few hashtags that explained her condition. He learned a lot about cerebellar hypoplasia, aka ‘wobbly cat syndrome,’ and when he eventually made it back to her video and watched it again... it was too late, he was already half in love with her. He contacts the shelter and after a couple weeks making arrangements, purchasing necessities, and wobbly-cat-proofing the house, he braves the outdoors to go get her and bring her home. She’s probably 100% his baby within the first hour and he loves being able to take care of her and help a kitty that not everybody would have the time or dedication to take in. The love is very much mutual and Dizzy’s tail does the ‘omg it’s you, I love you!’ tail-quiver whenever she sees him and trots on over.

Dizzy’s Quirks: Sixth sense for when there’s clean laundry to be laid on, likes to hold extended warbling and yowling conversations with people, chews on anything that crinkles (keep plastic wrappers out of reach!)

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): As soon as he knew he wanted a dog, he knew he wanted to pick up one of the less adoptable ones. Skipper (Beagle mutt) was certainly that, with only two legs--one in front and one in back. Sunny had a play session with the little guy and admired his energy and how enthusiastically he played, like his missing legs didn’t even phase him. Whatever happened in Skipper’s past, he’s not letting it be his problem now, and needless to say, he’s adopted and taken home in pretty short order. No holds barred fetch and spontaneous frolicking in open fields are a great bonding activity for these two, probably a match made in heaven.

Skipper’s Quirks: Tennis ball fiend (literally can never have enough), chews on unattended shoes, loves to sing (read: howl) along to music

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): He wanted a guard dog, some big intimidating-looking thing that would look really, really cool guard the house. He finds Ace (Doberman/Great Dane), unfortunately with his ears already cropped (Aster wouldn’t have chosen the procedure himself), but otherwise a very handsome fellow and still definitely in need of love and a home, both of which Aster was willing and able to provide. He’s attentive with all the care and training his new pup needs, and when Ace grows up just as huge as predicted, looking like a cross between a panther and a hellhound, he’s become an extremely well-mannered and obedient dog, full to the tips of his pointy ears with love for Aster.

Ace’s Quirks: King of naps, the worst nightmare of any strangers at the door (but very affectionate and loving once they’re in!), will tell you if you’ve stopped petting him too soon, boofing and trying to put your hand back to make you resume

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Saved pt.5

Cat!Jimin x Brat Bunny!Jungkook x Human!Reader

part 1      part 2     part 3       part 4     part 6      part 7

Warnings- Swearing

Fluff

drama/angst

Y/N= Your name L/N= Your last name F/N= Your first name

Authors note- Part 5 is finally out! Sorry for the long wait guys i’ve been quite busy with summer school, I also apologize that each part is pretty short >  -  < Sorry for any grammar errors (Just ask if you want to be added to the tag list!)

Summary ~  Y/N comes home one day to find that her apartment has been robbed, scared of it ever happening again she decides to adopt hybrids Jimin and Jungkook

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These past few days have been an absolute mess. Taehyung has been looking over my shoulder and correcting every mistake. I don't want to seem unappreciative or anything, but it's been getting on my nerves. I can't say anything because he's my boss, I can't risk getting fired, especially since he gave me that free pass after missing four days in a month.

"Y/N, do you want to grab a drink or something?" My co-worker Seokjin asks as I step outside the building 

"Eh, I'm not sure Jin, I don't want to leave Jungkook and Jimin alone for too long," I say as he sighs 

"It's fine, Y/N," Seokjin says as he steps inside his car, "See you tomorrow!" He says, with a bright smile I wave goodbye to him as he drives out of the parking lot

Recently, Jimin has been teasing the hell out of me. Since that shameful incident that happened at the mall. I'm honestly not sure if I can survive any more of his constant teasing.

I sigh as I unlock the door to my apartment to see Jimin sitting on the couch watching some cheesy romance movie, I assumed that Jungkook was sitting in his room doing whatever.

Jimin's head shot up right away as he heard the door open.

"Y/N! You're home!" He says running up to hug me

I guess, in the end, it was all worth it, acknowledging that I now have two adorable hybrids living with me now.

"Mhm, Do you know what Jungkook is doing?" I ask, carding my hands through his fluffy ears as he purrs loudly, fluttering my whole body as his tail wraps around me.

"I think he's sleeping right now," He mumbles, stroking his head on my neck as he usually does. At first, I thought that it was pretty odd of him. When I asked Seokjin, he said that he was scenting me or something like that.

"Oh," Is all I say as he wraps his arms tighter around me.

I finally manage to squeeze myself out as I take my shoes off and take off my coat as I make my way to my room to change into something more comfortable.

I didn't notice the body that laid on my bed curled into the sheets with my fuzzy blankets draped around them.

I started to take off that annoying tight pencil skirt as I let out a sigh of relief as I put on some gray shorts.

I was in the middle of pulling my shirt over my head as I heard shuffling in the direction of my bed as I halted my movement. I couldn't see anything as my top was blocking my view.

Holy shit, somebody is sleeping on my bed. I panicked, not knowing who the hell was there.

I was going to make a run out of my room not considering the shirt that was currently blocking my whole view

"Shit!" I yelled out as I walked on my dreaded pencil skirt and slipped, hitting the wood floor with a loud bang.

I heard a pair of feet shuffling to my room.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Jimin asked swinging the door open

I felt his eyes burning holes into my body as my face blushed a crimson color.

"C-Can you please help me get this off" I mumbled barely over a whisper.

I wanted to jump into a hole and never come out as Jimin helped pull me up before taking my shirt off as I only had on a bra with a pair of shorts.

I felt tiny as I watched Jimin's eyes rake over my body as he licked his lips that were suddenly very dry

After what seemed like forever, I shoved Jimin out of the room as I let out a shaky breath before putting on my sailor moon t-shirt.

I heard soft snores as I turned my head so fast I swore my neck might of broke.

I grabbed whatever was closest to me, which was a very creepy stone lamb. I always wanted to get rid of but never could since it was a gift from Seokjin.

I slowly walked over to my bed on my tiptoes, careful not to make a sound to wake up whoever was currently on my bed.

I gently pulled the blanket off the soft sleeping body as I saw a messy-haired Jungkook, with his floppy brown and white ears that twitched every so often.

I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding as I set down the stone lamb onto my nightstand before sneaking out of the room, not wanting to wake him up from his peaceful slumber.

He looks quite sweet when he is sleeping, complete 180 from his usual demeanor.

I made my way to the kitchen as I saw Jimin just sitting there as his bright yellow eyes followed my every move. 

I opened my phone and took a seat on the tiny island across from Jimin. I mindlessly scrolled through my phone as I felt Jimin's eyes trained on me like I was his prey.

"Sorry, you had to see that," I said as Jimin didn't respond.

I was about to speak, but Jimin straight up left the kitchen as I heard his door shut gently.

I sighed as I just decided to sleep it off.

I was about to plop onto my bed, but I remembered that Jungkook was sleeping there.

I groaned before grabbing my pillow with a blanket and making my way to the couch. Last time I woke up Jungkook, it was not pretty. It surprised me when I heard foul words come out of his mouth. I would rather not encounter that again for the rest of my life.

When I woke up, Jimin was his usual cheery self as I made breakfast.

"Can you get Jungkook?" I ask as Jimin nods before stalking off to the hallway

I placed both of their plates on the table as I heard a knock from the door.

Who is here this early? I wondered as I washed my hands before making my way to the door when I opened it, I saw a familiar flat annoying ugly face, but this time he was with a man in a suit.

"Calvin?" I asked my eyes going wide as I saw the disgusting smirk that was on his face.

"Miss L/N," The man next to Calvin said as my mouth formed a tiny frown.

"That's me," I said crossing my arms

"I was informed that one of your hybrids attacked Mr. Brown five days ago. Is this correct?" He asks as my eyes go wide

"Excuse me?" I ask confused

"Please answer the question Miss L/N," He says 

"Jimin was not attacking him. He barely laid a finger on him," I replied.

"We have a witness who saw your hybrid attacking Mr. Brown," The man replies, handing me a clipboard.

"What is this?" I ask my eyes scanning over the paper 

"Miss L/N, We expect you to return Jimin in a week or less if you don't we will have to take him by force." The man said

What did he just say?

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Pocket Beel! (part 1 of 2)

This was supposed to be done a week ago. It was also only supposed to be a drabble. One week and 6k words later it is exactly neither of those things. I am so sorry. I was going to look back and edit through it but I got tired of looking at it so here we are. Please forgive. I’ll post the second half later today!

Thank you to @thatfanfictionchick for encouraging me to write this and @boxbusiness ‘s amazing Pocket Beel art for inspiring it. (if you haven’t seen it yall should) I hope I did your talent justice.

Warnings: None, it’s very fluffy. Slight language? Maybe?

Summary: My OC Max has a slight misshap and missfire with a project from her Spell’s class that causes our poor glutton some misfortune. Cute chaos ensues.

"Max! Are you ready to go?" Her eyes raised to meet friendly purple and she couldn't help but grin in greeting. Beel made his way through the doorway into the mostly empty classroom towards her. "Are you still working? Class has been over for nearly twenty minutes." As he said this she heard the telltale gurgle of his stomach just as he put his hand over it. He must have eaten his afterschool snacks already.

"Sorry Beel, I'm almost done. The professor said I could stay late to get some extra practice in." She had been struggling a bit with the latest spell they were practicing in class and having the quiet space alone had helped greatly. Not that she didn't think Satan wouldn't help her back at the House, but she knew peaceful study sessions were few and far between. Something the teacher had seemed to understand when she'd asked to stay behind in the classroom.

"Did you still want to join me at the gym tonight?" Beel stood in front of her table now, she could feel his eyes on her curiously as she turned to dig into her bookbag. "You don't have to if you're busy. This looks important."

"You're such a sweetheart, no I still want to join you. I just want to give this one more try then we can head out." She popped her head back up, smiling as she held her hand out to him with something in it. "Here, while you wait!" She watched an excited smile spread on his face when he saw the bag of fried lava python bites and a chocolate bar she'd pulled from her bag. "I had a feeling you'd go through yours so I bought extra."

"Thank you, Max." He took them from her hold, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the cheek in return before he stepped away to sit in an unoccupied seat at the desk in front of her. After a short burst of the crackling of Beel opening the snack bag, the only sounds to fill the empty Spells classroom were his chewing and her infrequent muttering as she looked closer at her spell.

"Chameleon tails…tundra spiders…I think this is everything." She concluded to herself, double-checking the incantation she would have to speak aloud as well as the scribbles she hoped passed for rune work. Oh how she wished for the clean penmanship Solomon had attained over years of practice; though thinking of her normal handwriting, she wondered if she was just the problem in this case.

At least I can bake. Suck-it Wizard mans. Her silent triumph lasted for all of a moment before she took a half step back from the desk and focused on the empty glass jar on the desk beside Beel. She had brought it as practice and target for the spell, figuring not much could go wrong with a Mason Jar. Max took a deep breath, steadying her voice to repeat the spell aloud, the Latin sounding syllables coming out uncomfortably if not a bit stammered.

A bright flash enveloped the desk Beel sat at, the surrounding area included, drawing a surprised yelp from her. She threw her hands over her eyes protectively, only peeking open again when she was positive nothing else was happening. Please have worked…Please don't be alive…

"Oh boy…Beel?" Max called to the empty chair the glutton had previously occupied. The Mason jar sat untouched on the desk, a slight disappointment that was immediately pushed aside by her concern for her demon. "Beelzebub? You there?" A cautious note filled her tone while her gaze lifted and scanned the classroom.

"Max!" What sounded like an impossibly soft voice called her name, sounding for all intents and purposes like it was very far away. When she looked out the window across from her and saw no one, she heard it again. "Down here!" Though now she felt something tapping against her ankle. A quiet sense of foreboding filled her before she let herself look down, eyes widening when she took him in.

Wide-eyed and confused, Beel stood at her shoe, no taller than the clothing item itself. He looked unharmed, as unharmed as a gigantic demon turned the size of a mouse can look, if not a little flustered. Max let out a squeak of alarm and dropped down to kneel beside him on the floor, bending over to take a closer look at her demon. She reached out a shaky hand to him, palm up and let him crawl onto it before lifting him closer to her face.

"Beel?" She whispered, swallowing hard when he nodded in confirmation. "Oh, Babs I am so sorry!" She didn't know if she should cry or call for help but she could feel her skin heating with an embarrassed flush. "What-what should I…Should I call Lucifer?" She really did not want to do that, she could only imagine trying to explain the situation through her shame. However, she knew he would take it and handle it better than any of his brothers. Tiny Beel opened his mouth, looking like he was going to agree to the idea when the sound of the classroom door opening cut him off.

"Max, have you seen Beel? He said he was gonna get you and meet…me…" Belphie rounded the desk to where she knelt, fading off as he took in the two of them. Purple eyes widened in shock at the picture before him, looking from his minimized twin to the human, and back. An awkward, heavy silence filled the room for all of ten seconds before Belphie's laughter burst out of him, loud and full, almost knocking him flat on his ass.

"Belphegor! Don't laugh!" Max whined, covering her face with the hand not currently occupied by Beel. The sloth demon could not be dissuaded from his humor however and continued to laugh at her blunder. The human sighed and looked apologetically at Beel again, who simply smiled and shrugged, an action that at his current size, caused her heart to swell. As she looked at him more and took in the tiny size of him, she had to actively fight off squealing at how adorable he was.

"Here, hold on." She lifted him to her right shoulder, letting him clamber on and hold onto the collar of her jacket while she rose to her feet. Belphie was starting to settle, finally, and wiped a few stray tears from his eyes. "Are you quite finished, I don't know how to fix this." Her glare translated to the rest of her posture with her crossed arms, even if the furrowed brows and hard line of her mouth hadn't.

"Never a dull moment with you hm?" Belphie chuckled, stepping closer and leaning in to get a better look at his normally larger twin. "Looks like you're not the shortest in the house anymore Max." He commented, reaching a hand forward and scratching the top of Beel's head to ruffle his hair. "You good Beel?" At that, the tiny glutton gave whatever attempt at a growl he could muster and snapped his teeth at his twin. Both Belphie and Max turned to face away, the human coughing and clearing her throat in an attempt to muffle her laugh and Belphie covering his own with his hand though not suppressing the mirth in his eyes at all.

"Max…" Beel's tiny whine accompanied by a gentle tug at her earlobe made her turn to glance at him again, seeing his pleading purple gaze that hadn't lost any strength even with his size. "'M 'ungry." Her heart broke at the cuteness, leading her to step to the desk he had been sitting at, leaning down carefully to pick up what was left of the snacks she had given him. The fried treats were gone, so she settled for unwrapping the chocolate bar and breaking off a square to give to him. In thanks, instead of mumbling around the dessert the size of his face, he bumped his head against her cheek before settling again to sit on her shoulder.

"At least we know we'll not run out of food tonight." The demon behind her commented while she packed up her things quickly into her bag. "Lucifer is in a meeting with Diavolo so I don't recommend going to him for this right now." She turned to face him as he was shrugging. "Or do, could be an entertaining turn out."

"Thanks for the support friend. You're so helpful." She deadpanned, hefting the bag onto her unoccupied shoulder. She made her way towards the front of the classroom, listening for a moment to make sure Belphie was following before leaving the room completely. The sound of Beel's content murmurings as he ate made her smile and part of her was so very tempted to hope the change was permanent.

"Beel, are you going to be okay on my shoulder? Do you wanna ride on my head?" She offered, a little worried about knocking him off. Even if he managed to get chocolate in her hair, it was less of a problem to wash it than it would be to worry about him falling. Belphie came up to walk at her right as she waited for an answer from the tiny demon.

A shift on her shoulder made her look over as a soft buzzing filled her ear. The human came to a stop, blinking in surprise as Beel, in tiny demon form, flew in front of her face and grinned brightly. He buzzed around in a circle a few times, gleefully swarming around her head before coming in front of his brother. Beel stuck his tongue out and earned himself a gust of air blown at him, courtesy of Belphie. So cute. She thought, unable to fight back a grin before he opted to land on top of her head, disturbing her hair just barely by little twitches of his wings.

"You don't get to hog Pocket Beel all afternoon," Belphie warned when she lifted another square of chocolate to his brother. A warning she easily ignored with the happy hums she got in return.

"She who possesses the chocolate gets the baby." She said in a happy cheeky tone before picking up her stride back to the House of Lamentations with him. Her embarrassment and concern had died down some since the initial reaction, at least enough that she didn't dread returning home.

Whatever awaited them at the house might not be all bad.

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She was wrong. So very wrong.

She really shouldn't have been surprised.

Max, Belphie, and Beel had made it into the foyer without incident, that much had been a blessing. She could hear the sound of bickering from the common room, causing her to silently decide to avoid the area. Beel had been satisfied, for now, by the chocolate so she didn't quite intend to go to the kitchen straight away. If anything she wanted to find Satan as soon as possible, to see if he knew how to reverse her blunder.

"Belphie! Darling Max!" A flowery voice called to them before she could hunt down the fourth born, drawing her attention to the stairs. Asmo stepped off the last few steps in his casual clothes, practically bouncing up to her in his eagerness. "I was wondering where you were darling. Care to indulge in a luxurious bath with the most gorgeous demon in the realm?" She yelped slightly when he threw his arms around her, and practically his entire body weight in the process.

"I-I would love to Asmo but…uh I have something I need to talk to Satan about first." She prayed to whatever being cared to listen that Beel was hiding enough in her hair for Asmo not to notice him. Belphie had decided to be no help at all and stood by the stairs, looking at her as if she was both the most amusing joke and bothersome inconvenience. She shot him a glare, only to be winked at but otherwise ignored.

"What could you possibly need that is more important than time with me sweetie~" Asmo almost whined, hanging on her even heavier now.

"Leggo Asmo!" A tiny voice squawked, making the fifth eldest freeze and Max close her eyes tightly. The clingy demon loosened his hold enough to lift and look at where Beel was sat on the crown of her head, arms crossed indignantly.

"Is that…" She nodded in response to his question, opting to stay otherwise silent. This might have been a mistake when a high pitched squealing was drawn from the lust demon. "Ooo he's so cute!" Asmo did a little wiggle not unlike a kid when they got a toy they wanted. She leaned away when he reached for the tiny demon and shot him a distrusting scowl. "Oh c'mon Max, lemme hold him. He's so cute like a little doll!"

"Asmo back off." She warned, looking again to the twin that refused to step in, lest he expend any energy at all ever. She opened her mouth to ward off Asmodeus again when she was stopped by a sharp yelp and the demon himself jumping back a few feet.

"Beel! I can't believe you bit me!" Asmo was gripping his finger, a dramatic look of betrayal crossing his beautiful features.

"You deserve it," Belphie commented around a yawn.

"Oi! What's all the racket?" Mammon's sharp voice joined in. She turned to see both him and Levi walking out of the common room, understanding now the source of the bickering she had heard. "What's that on ya head human?"

"OMG Beel?!" Before she could stop Levi he had already taken a picture of his tiny younger brother and was frantically typing something on his D.D.D. She would have to persuade him to take down the post later after all this was dealt with.

"H-Hey you shouldn't be ridin' Max around like that! Even if you're so tiny." Mammon was grumbling, moving to either get a closer look at Beel or grab him from atop her head. Whatever his intent she had no plan on finding out as she backed away, making to flee up the stairs. "Why ya so small anyway?"

"Max misfired a form altering spell." Belphie supplied.

He's just really going to be the least helpful in this situation huh? She wanted to smack him upside the head and planned on doing so the minute she was close enough. A soft buzzing once again gained her attention, making her look up to see Beel once again in his demon form and flying above Mammon's head out of his grasp. No one felt it necessary to remind the second born of his own flying abilities as he struggled to catch the tiny redhead.

"Beel I'll grab you a bowl of poisonous chili berries if you meet me at Satan's room." She bargained, grinning up at him when his little purple eyes widened at her excitedly. He shot up the hallway towards the blonde's room, effectively escaping Mammon and the rest of his brothers in the foyer. Slowly they all dispersed, not without making a small fuss each. Levi went back to the common room, muttering something about seeing if Beel would pose with any of his Ruri-chan figures. Asmo refused to leave her side until she 'kissed his finger better' and then proceeded to be chased off by Mammon when he flirted for more. Belphie was the only one to trudge upstairs without complaint, presumably to take his afternoon nap before dinner.

Max was able to grab the berries from the fridge, careful to pour them from the bag into the bowl without letting any of them touch her skin. She could still remember the color her fingers had turned last time she accidentally grabbed a bunch and how long it had taken to regain feeling in them again. Once she stood outside Satan's door, her polite knock was returned by a call to enter.

"Well, this is certainly a first." The blonde greeted when she made her way over. He was sitting in one of his chairs and Beel was sitting on a stack of books that, by all logic of physics, should not have been standing.

"Something out of a Lewis Carol book if you ask me." She agreed. With a little coaxing, she was able to get Beel to sit at a cleared-off section of the desk with the bowl of berries. Juice on ancient, possibly cursed, tomes was not a crime she wanted to be added to her list of misdemeanors of the day.

Beel ate away at the berries happily as the human and Satan discussed the spell she had been attempting to cast. Apparently, due to the ingredients and her unpracticed focus in casting, the spell was prone to seeking out living targets over inanimate objects. "You're probably lucky Beel was there. It might have cast on you, then we'd really be in trouble." Satan pointed out, eyeing his little brother with eyes that spoke volumes about his amusement and curiosity.

"Can you undo it?"

"Probably, but with your limited magic and the basic nature of the spell, it's more likely to wear off in a few hours. A few days at most. It would take longer and more trouble trying to undo it at this point."

Max felt her shoulder sag in defeat and acceptance, wondering if Lucifer would punish her for this. Even if it was an honest accident, she had effectively rendered one of the Devildom's strongest demons, one of her protectors, powerless for a short but unknown amount of time.

"Is okay Max!" Beel chirped, flying up to her face after wiping the berry juice off his own. He placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, it felt softer than a kitten lick, and grinned happily. "All the food is big now! I'm not mad!" She felt herself smile warmly despite her self imposed misery and leaned forward to carefully kiss the top of his head.

"Okay Beel. Just promise me you'll stay with either me or Belphie until you're back to normal?" She didn't think his brothers would do anything untoward, but there was always a risk. With an expression that looked overly serious due to his size, he nodded and flew off to explore the room a little before they left. "Thank you, Satan. At least it isn't permanent."

"You're very welcome Max. If anything else changes about him let me know." She recognized the dismissal but wasn't terribly bothered by it. She wanted to change out of her uniform and into more comfortable clothes, also to plan what she was going to do with her tiny demon. So she took the bowl previously occupied by berries and departed.

"Max." Chills ran her spine the minute she stepped out of Satan's room and came face to face with Lucifer. Or, more accurately, face to chest. She looked up at him, his crimson eyes looking somewhere between tired disappointment and begrudging acceptance. "What's this I hear about a spell on Beelzebub?"

"Well, you see. I…uh…" Her mind scrambled for an answer even as her words started unbidden from her mouth. Both saving and damning her further, Beel swooped down from the doorway and hovered in front of his eldest brother. "It'll wear off?" She offered sheepishly, smiling at him and hoping it didn't come out as much of a grimace as it felt.

Lucifer eyed Beel skeptically, his singular raised brow being the only expressive thing on his face. A heavy sigh escaped him before he turned to look at the  human once more.

"I hope for your sake it does. He's your responsibility until he turns back." As if he wasn't a millennia-old demon who could probably take care of himself even at his size. "Though I suppose I won't be so worried about his midnight snacking tonight." Max felt herself relax again at that, knowing that the eldest must not be too mad if he could at least make a joke.

She made her way to her room quickly, letting herself and Beel in before locking the door behind her. She hoped she had at least enough time to change and take a moment to rest before she was bombarded by any of the other brothers. Beel landed somewhere on her bed, or at least she guessed he had by the soft rustling of her sheets. Pulling out some leggings and a baggy sweatshirt, she quickly changed in her bathroom before making her way over to him.

“How you doin’ Babs?” She asked her tiny demon, sitting on the bed beside where he’d nestled happily on her pillow.

“I’m okay!” Max smiled and couldn’t help but reach out and scratch under his chin like he was a kitten. She giggled when something similar to a pleased purr erupted from him in return. 

“Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?” He shook his head but pat the pillow under him, in a clear gesture for her to join him. “You wanna nap? Taking a page out of Belphie’s book eh?” She teased but laid down without much protest. She wasn’t surprised he was tired, flying around at his size, even a short length, probably took a lot out of him. And she never argued against a nap after classes. 

She settled on her side, watching Beel take off his uniform jacket now that he was out of his demon form as well as his tie. He laid on his side facing her and smiled at her with that familiar warm adoration.

“We’ll probably have to figure out clothes for you eh? I can’t imagine you want to stay in uniform until you’re back to normal.” She kept her voice just above a whisper, not wanting to break the comfortable mood around them. He nodded before yawning and stretching against her pillow. She couldn’t completely hold back the higher-pitched hum that left her throat, still not completely over how adorable he was like this. Once he’d closed his eyes, she watched as his breathing evened and shallowed before closing her own and letting her body relax into the bed.

[bookclubtime]

Foxclaw’s Fight (P3,Ch 1)

Foxkit's eyes flew open, the confusion from her dream threatening to overwhelm her. She had finally met her father!

Foxkit crawled out of her mother's nest, the warm, milky scents of the nursery flooding her nostrils. She stretched the sore feeling from her legs and blinked away sleep. Emberkit slept nearby with his littermates, Frostkit, Twigkit, and Darkkit snoring loudly around him. Emberkit was younger than Foxkit and she was determined to wake before him at dawn only for the satisfaction of his stumbling when she awoke him to go out and play. She scrambled over her sister, Briarkit, who their mother Mistclaw, had named for the odd darker patterns on her rosey red tail. Briarkit let out a squeal of shock as Foxkit used thorn-sharp claws to grip her tail.

"What are you doing?" She mewed. "You should be sleeping!"

"Shhhhh!" Frustration pricked at Foxkit's pelt. "You'll wake everyone."

"Where are you going?" Briarkit's eyes were round and pleading. She began to knead her mother's nest with her forepaws, tossing up scraps of moss and bramble from the bedding and into Mistclaw's fur. Luckily, she didn't stirr and her breathing remained steady, her muffled snores echoing around the nursery. With so many kits in Leaf-bare, the bramble bush was crowded and there was no point in even trying to sleep in.

"Just... er..." Foxkit stuttered as a sparrow let out a call from a tree in the clearing, jerking her mind back into her sister's conversation. I'm too young to say I'm going to make dirt, and getting something from the fresh-kill pile at this time would sound crazy. "I was only going out to drink from Sandpuddle." Her fur grew hot, hoping she had sounded more certain than she thought. Emberkit had spoken to the elders about a puddle in the sandy clearing that supposedly never dried up, and Rainburr and Dovesplash had decided to name it the Sandpuddle. Foxkit let out a sigh of relief as Briarkit curled her little tail over her nose and closed her eyes. Foxkit stalked over the other kits and queens, until she reached the tiny scrap of brown fur -and the runt of the litter- Emberpaw. He was deep in sleep.

"Psst," Foxkit whispered, dangling her fluffy red tail in front of Emberkit's nose. "Emberkit!" After a few heartbeats, Emberkit let out a tiny sneeze and wearily lifted his head to face Foxkit, his green and yellow eyes glazed with sleep.

"What is it?" For a moment, he stared ignorantly into Foxkit's eyes, apprehension clouding his.

Kits are so stupid.

"Oh!" Emberkit exclaimed after what felt like seasons. "Sandpuddle or Stonefern's den?" Foxkit hadn't thought about where they were going to go.

I am stupid, aren't I?

She had told Briarkit she would go to the Sandpuddle for a drink. "Both!" She mewed triumphantly. Foxkit wasn't very good at making decisions and she knew it. "Sandpuddle first." Emberkit rose warily to his paws and Foxkit leaned closer to him to smooth a rogue tuft of fur from the top of his head. She could barely remember when she was younger than two moons old, but there were blurry images of Emberkit and his littermates being born. Foxkit had made a vow to StarClan that she would protect the youngest of Oakfur's kits. He didn't grow like Frostkit, Twigkit, or Darkkit. Darkkit was such an arrogant furrball. Once he had stolen a clump of moss from the elder's den and lied to poor Twigkit and Briarkit that it was a shrew he had caught. Twigkit was born blind, it seemed to be that way for every birth -That one kit would be born blind- but there was no explanation to why it happened. Foxkit was lucky she wasn't stuck with a sister who couldn't even see her own paws. Emberkit nudged her.

"Come on," He mewed. "Twigkit is waking up!" So what? Foxkit thought bitterly, It's not like she'll see us. But it would be mouse-brained to mention the blind she-kit to her superior brother. Foxkit would be soaked to the roots of her fur in water from Sandpuddle if she meowed her thoughts about Twigkit's unseeing ignorance.

When they had reached Sandpuddle, Foxkit's paws ached from the long walk across the camp. Her legs were still short and her body stumpy as every other kit in the nursery, though they were all growing too big for it. The sand around the little puddle was damp, and the musty water rippled as Foxkit's whiskers skimmed over it. While her face was less than a mouse-length away from the trembling puddle, Emberkit slammed his clumsy paws into it, splashing Foxkit's face. As she turned to face him, wanting to cuff him over the ears, she saw the young tom's face completely soaked along with hers, so instead she just peered into her reflection while he twitched his whiskers in amusement.

"Stupid furrball." She muttered, staring into her own gaze -which stared back at her- in the puddle. Foxkit looked just like her mother and somewhat like her sister. She had longer fur than Briarkit, though. Her long red fur was flowy and ran past her flank and stretched into belly fur that could nearly touch the sandy earth. She had light tannish white patches on her pelt above her muzzle, on her belly, and at the tip of her tail. Her tail was bushy, like a squirrel's, her back paws spattered with what looked rosey, almost like her sister's pelt. The splotches and patterns of her hind paws were also like the ones along her ears. Foxkit leaned further over the puddle, glancing at her bright green eyes, glad that Mistclaw was her mother. Mistclaw was a beautiful she-cat with reddish fur and a rosey belly with a long, bushy tail.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!" Lionstar's familiar call rang around the clearing, sound bouncing off the rock walls of the hollow.

"Let's go!" Foxkit called over her shoulder to Emberkit, who began shifting his paws.

"But he said only cats old enough to catch their own prey." Emberkit pointed out. "We're not even allowed to leave the camp until we're apprentices." Foxkit rolled her eyes.

"Cleanpaw." She teased. Why did he always need to follow the rules? Mistclaw padded up to the two kits.

"Foxkit," She expected Mistclaw to give her a lecture about leaving the nursery so early, but instead, she looked up to the milky gray sky, the warriors of Silverpelt disappearing behind the horizon, and went on more firmly. "It is time." There was a hint of sadness in her mother's tone. "Let me groom your pelt."

Foxkit knew what was going to happen now. They were going to be apprenticed.

This wasn't the time to worry about a dream- or anything for that matter.

She pushed her meeting with Rockfoot to the back of her mind.

"Come on Emberkit!" She shouted as her mother lapped at the sandy water hanging off her ear fur. "We're going to be apprentices!" Foxkit had waited so long for her to be assigned a mentor. She was one step closer to being a warrior!

"Oh, my dear," Mistclaw soothed. "You're older than Emberkit by nearly two moons! He has a while to wait yet." Emberkit's tail drooped and he bowed his head. When her mother finally moved her paw, Foxkit scurried over to the foot of the highledge, feeling as if the sun shone brighter because of the fire that surged inside of her. Briarkit was trembling. What's she so afraid of? Foxkit wondered. This is the best day ever!

"Foxkit," Lionstar meowed. He didn't bother to beckon her forward because she had already raced in front of her sister. Foxkit couldn't help it, she was going to be a 'paw at last! "You have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this moment, until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as-" Briarkit shifted her paws. She clearly wanted to go first, but instead of calling out, she stepped up to her sister so their pelts brushed. "Foxpaw. Your mentor will be Ravengaze. Briarkit, you have also reached your time to be apprenticed, and from this moment you will be known as Briarpaw. Your mentor will be Sunmask."

Ravengaze?! Why does Briarpaw get Sunmask and I get Ravengaze? He's so grumpy!

"Foxpaw! Briarpaw! Foxpaw! Briarpaw!" Mistclaw yowled loudly and the rest of the clan joined in, but Foxpaw could tell Emberkit had meowed her name first.

The newly named apprentices went to touch noses with their mentors as the clan cheered their new names. Ravengaze's eyes were filled with warmth. Surprised to find joy in the senior warrior, Foxpaw happily touched noses with him and rushed off to meet Emberkit, while Briarpaw went to see their mother.

"Emberkit!" Foxpaw called, running so fast she nearly barreled into him. "Isn't this great? When you're an apprentice, I'll cheer so loud StarClan will need to cover their ears!"

Emberkit frowned. "I want you and Briarki- Briarpaw back in the nursery!" He wailed. Foxpaw needed to think fast. She had never seen Emberkit so upset... He was just a kit afterall. So am I, Foxpaw felt a pang of guilt. I haven't even been an apprentice for a day and I'm already acting like I'm better than Emberkit!

"Don't worry!" Foxpaw mewed, her tail bushing up with exitement. "You'll be an apprentice soon enough, and then we can sleep in the same den again!"

"Really?" Emberkit's gaze softened, and he wiped his face with a feeble paw.

"Really!" Foxpaw let out an exasperated sigh. "I should go speak with my mother." As she padded away, she could feel Emberkit looking at her until she reached Mistclaw. Briarpaw was meowing on about their father.

"We're apprentices now! Can you tell us what happened to Rockfoot?" Briarpaw's tail curled up and her eyes widened pleadingly. Foxpaw was hit with her own stupidity. I forgot to ask! That wasn't the only reason Foxpaw was upset with Briarpaw's pleading. Foxpaw hated when she changed her face to look like the most desperate kit in the forest. She could wrap almost any cat in the clan around her tail.

"Can't you enjoy your first day as apprentices?"

Foxpaw was sick of this conversation. Mistclaw was right; they should just enjoy the day and not worry about dead cats.  Deliberately, she changed the subject. "Will you come with us, Mistclaw? We're going to see the forest, aren't we?"

"Of course!" A deep meow came from behind her. Foxpaw spun around to see Ravengaze, his sleek black fur well-groomed and his eyes shining. Before Foxpaw could think, she flinched away. If he had noticed, he showed no sign of it. Instead, he flicked his tail towards the thorn barrier.

"Where will we go first?" The new understanding warmth in Ravengaze's eyes made a surge of pride shoot through Foxpaw. She was glad she got such an experienced warrior as a mentor.

"We'll be touring the territory." Ravengaze announced, dipping his head so that his eyes met Foxpaw's.

"Mind if me and Briarpaw tag along?" The voice of Sunmask made Foxpaw spin around in surprise. Briarpaw had her ears pricked now, her tail fluffed out.

"Sure." Ravengaze's level mew made Foxpaw keep herself calm instead of bursting with excitement like she wanted to.

Briarpaw turned to Foxpaw, her eyes wide. "We're going to leave camp together! For the first time!" Foxpaw's excitement faded. Her sister was too eager. She would be pulling her tail and meowing on the whole time.

"Are we both going the same way?" Foxpaw asked carefully, trying not to offend her littermate. "I mean, surely all of us going the same way will scare the prey back into their holes."

"We aren't hunting prey!" Ravengaze mewed. Turning to Mistclaw he added with a twitch of his whiskers. "I remember when I was this excited for being an apprentice..." His voice trailed off, as if looking at memories play out before him.

"Do you now?" Sunmask purred. "I doubt you know your way around the territory you old cat!" Ravengaze let out a rasping purr and gestured for the apprentices to follow them to the thorn barrier. Foxpaw's disappointment was washed away by a flood of joy. I'm an apprentice. She thought happily. I'm going to leave camp... I'll be the best warrior ever!

"I'll make you a nest while you're out." Came a peppy distracted mew. Why did everyone want to talk to Briarpaw and not Foxpaw? "If- if that's okay with you." Foxpaw turned to see Brightpaw, not talking to Briarpaw, but to her.

"Er, yeah, thanks." Foxpaw scurried out of camp to get away from any more questions and padded alongside her mentor through the forest.

"Can we hunt?" Briarpaw had been nagging just as Foxpaw had expected.

"Not today." Ravengaze would reply. Sunmask would just pad on, tasting the air every few steps, as if she didn't even have an apprentice.

"Can you smell that?" Sunmask mewed. It had been so long since she'd spoken, Foxpaw had forgotten what her meow sounded like.

"Prey?" Briarpaw whispered. Ravengaze frowned.

"So no?" He meowed. "This is ShadowClan territory."

"Oh."

"It's fine," Ravengaze mewed. "Just remember the scent. Foul isn't it?"

"ShadowClan smells yucky!" Foxpaw hissed.

"I'm sure they don't like our scent either." Sunmask tasted the air again. This time Foxpaw smelled it too.... Mouse! She had smelled it on the fresh-kill pile before. Foxpaw instinctively dropped into hunter's crouch. She knew it by heart from when Poppyspots had taught her and Emberkit. She shuffled her paws, moving forward as lightly and silently as she could, keeping her tail still and her ears pricked. She was only a couple of tail-lengths away when... Snap! A twig had crackled under her weight, and the mouse was back into its burrow.

"That crouch was perfect!" Ravengaze purred. "I'll make a warrior out of you yet."

"But she didn't catch it!" Sunmask protested. "If it were perfect, she would have a mouse in her jaws." She snorted and padded off.

"There was nothing wrong with your crouch." Ravengaze turned to Foxpaw, dipping his head. "Tempers are short in leaf-bare, and I think she wishes her apprentice had tried to catch it." Foxpaw's spirits lifted. I'll catch you next time! She vowed. The trees soon thinned out, leaving a giant stretch of grassy hills of coarse dirt and springy grass.

"Is this WindClan?" Briarpaw mewed, her eyes wide with astonishment. "Where do they sleep if they don't have any trees or brambles?"

"StarClan knows!" Sunmask rolled her eyes. "Those rabbit chasers probably live in badger sets."

"We sleep under our warrior ancestors." A deep voice rasped on the other side of Sunmask.

Ravengaze swung his head around. "What are you doing?" He demanded, turning his head to protect his apprentice. Foxpaw peeked around his dark gray fur. A slender brown tom stood behind him, his ears twitching and his expression unreadable.

"Defending my territory." The tom replied coolly. "You have, after all, crossed our border." Foxpaw searched where her patrol had put their paws. When she looked down at her own, she saw them in the middle of the ice that had frozen the stream. Foxpaw was surprised she hadn't learned her lesson of watching where she put her paws.

"Actually, we haven't." Foxpaw ventured, fluffing out her tail indignantly. "My paws aren't anywhere near the other side of the stream." She looked back down at her paws. Was that true? Did WindClan have a claim over the stream?

"Brave little one." The tom stepped forward on the ice so he was nose to nose with Foxpaw. His breath was rank on her muzzle but she tried not to flinch away. "First time out, eh?"

"Leave my apprentice alone and get back to that heather klump you call a nest." Ravengaze stepped between the tom and his apprentice, digging his claws into the ice. The WindClan tom backed away, his fur bristling.

"You step one paw over the border and I'll shred you." He turned tail and pelted across the moor. Foxpaw stepped away from the stream, her mind whirling. Why were the clans so mean to each other? Wouldn't it be better if they could all share territory in leaf-bare so they could all have enough prey?

"If he's so defensive and strong, why didn't he fight us? I'd've shred him!" Ravengaze lashed his tail.

"Let's get back to camp." Sunmask drew in a deep breath. "Maybe we can catch some prey on the way back."

"I'm going to get that mouse!" Foxpaw yowled, turning back to the forest.

"Not if I catch it first!" Briarpaw leaped in front of her and padded away toward a bramble bush. "What's that smell?"

"I know it!" Foxpaw was sure she had scented this on the fresh-kill pile. "Thrush!" She paused, glancing back at her mentor. "How do we catch a thrush?"

Ravengaze dropped into a crouch, putting his weight back on his haunches. Instinctively, Foxpaw dropped down beside him, trying to copy his form. Her mentor stretched forward, moving stiffly as though not to let the leaves and twigs crackle beneath his jet-black paws. Foxpaw stared up at him, her eyes wide and pleading. She had to catch this one. At last, Ravengaze nodded, and Foxpaw crept toward her prey. Briarpaw was crouching nearby, practicing for hunting shrews. Foxpaw already knew it, so she didn't bother listening to Sunmask meowing on about how to get something out of its burrow. The thrush was closer now, on the other side of a short juniper bush, pecking at the round blue berries. Foxpaw was only a tail-length away now. She could leap. She could catch it!

[thewalkingfanfictions]

Impromptu Cuddles

"Imagine having to share a bed with Spencer during a case, only to wake up in his arms."

~IMPROMPTU CUDDLES~

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

Description: During a case, Spencer and the reader are forced to share a room with only one bed. Cute fluffy shit happens.

⚠Warning⚠: Mentions of a really bloody case, probably some cuss words. Unless repressed romantic feelings are a problem for you, then nothing else, I don't think.

Genre: fluffy fluff with a tiny bit of angst if you squint your eyes and tilt your head exactly fourteen degrees to the left.

Pairing: Dr. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) x non gender specific Reader

A/N: guys, this was supposed to be a one shot, and somehow it turned into nearly seven thousand words. How. I don't even know where I was three quarters of the time, but I love it anyway. I'm breaking it into two or three parts so it'll be easier to read, enjoy! (Also, not my picture, credit to whoever made it :))

Words without A/N: 2006 

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"Alright, team, let's head back and get some shut eye," Agent Hotchner sighed in defeat.

We had just found the fifth body. This one just a little boy, barely five years old. The unsub had been on a non-stop murder spree for the last week and a half, and he didn't seem to have a preference point for his victims.

Nobody was safe from this monster. His first victim had been an elderly Nigerian lady, and his second was a body builder from California. He was just killing whoever, or whatever he could get his hands on. Not just humans was he after. We'd found carcasses of dogs and cats, all the way up to cows decorating his path like some messed up Hansel and Grettle bread trail. All with the same or similar COD.

We had been following his path of carnage all around North America and we still couldn't get a lead. Most of us hadn't slept in over forty-eight hours and none of us were in any position to keep working. So Hotch finally decided to step in and get us one night to rest so we could be in tip top shape for the next days of continued hunting. Or, closer to that than we were now, at least.

Right now we were in some little rag-tag town called Prairie, or something of the like. We'd been to so many places in the last week they had all started to blend together.

"The only Hotel I could find on such short notice is a little place called the 'Budget 8 Motel', they've got eight rooms currently open each with either a medium or a twin sized bed. They've got a point six five star rating and do not provide breakfasts, but do have small kitchenettes in the rooms themselves. Oh– fascinating, did you know that the origin of the star rating scale didn't come into prospect by motel owners until well into the-"

"Spence... we got it."

"Oh yeah, yeah, sorry..." Why do people always cut him off like that? Personally I find his rambling to be absolutely adorable. So what he has verbal diarrhea at times, it was better than swallowing all of his feelings and thoughts and letting them eat him from the inside like the rest of the team did. And I almost always learned something new every time. It was good information to know none the less.

I swear the entire ride I could feel his eyes on me. Every once in a while I would glance up at him out of the corner of my eye and catch him quickly looking in some other random direction.

All of us (except Rossi, who would be meeting us at the hotel) had been crammed into one of the suburbans, and with seven people, it was a squeeze.

Hotch was in the drivers seat with a pregnant JJ in the passengers, which meant that the other four of us had to squish ourselves into the three seated back seat. Morgan was up against the window on the right side with Emily pushed so hard up against him that she was practically in his lap. Then was poor Spencer who, despite his dislike of touching people, was trying his hardest not to be shoving Emily any harder into Morgan, which in turn meant he was heavily pushed against me. He was trying so hard not to squish either of us that he was practically folding himself into a profiler taco.

We soon pulled into the car park of the little Inn. If the inside looked anything like it did on the out, we were in for some fun. Heavy sarcasm intended.

It was already dark out and the one street light that decorated the car park was incredibly dull, and flickering dangerously. There were four other vehicles parked around the place, each more menacing looking than the last. The large rectangle garbage bin was overflowing onto the cement and the smell was absolutely rancid. We hadn't even gotten out of the vehicle yet. We all just sat there for a moment staring at it. Tonight was going to be fun...

"Alright," Derek clapped his hands, "I'll go in and get us our keys. Be back in a sec." He opened the door and spilled out of it rather unceremoniously, pausing  before walking stiff legged towards the door.

"Finally, some room to breath!" Cooed Emily as she scooted over into Morgans previous sitting space, giving some wiggle room to Spencer and I.

I sighed heavily and flopped back against the seat, closing my eyes and counting the seconds until I could go curl up in a ball and sleep. What I hadn't realized, was that I had fallen asleep right there.

I was awoken by a quiet voice speaking in my fac, and soft warmth across my top.

"Hey, (name), come on its time to get up, you can sleep once we get to the room," a soft voice hushed.

Sighing, I opened my eyes to find Spencer's face above mine, one of his hands on my shoulder gently shaking me back to life. Glancing down i noticed a jacket layed over me like a blanket, how had that gotten there? I grumbled slightly but didn't object as he helped me from the back seat and to the ground. He helped me gain my bearings as we walked towards the office, filling me in that everybody else was already in there talking to the guy behind the desk, Rossi had shown up, and there had been some complication with the rooms that he had only just caught wind of as he was leaving to come wake me up.

It was unbelievably cold, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Spencer shivered slightly, but when I tried to hand him back what I quickly realized to be his jacket, he waved a dismissive hand and laid the jacket over my shoulders. I sent him a thankful smile and listened to him talk, just kind of humming along, not really paying attention to his words, just listening to the sound of his voice.

We entered the office and we both automatically went quiet, listening to what was transpiring between the office manager and the team.

"And you're sure there's no other rooms? Or at least some with double beds?" Came the deeper voice of Morgan

"Nope, sorry, all full," this voice was higher pitched, but still distinctly masculine. It held boredom and irritation.

"I don't think you realize, we are federal agents, we've been chasing a psycotic serial killer for the last week and a half, and we are all very tired. So I'll ask you again. Are you absolutely certain that there are no more rooms available?" That had to be JJ. And she sounded homicidal.

"I... I'm so-rry miss but... there.. There's no ex-tra rooms, I'm sorry..." She scared him into stuttering! If I didn't feel like I was about to pass out I probably would have laughed!

"You guys'll just have to... have to double up?"

Spencer and I looked at each other over their conversation questionably. Finally walking into the room, we were greeted by the sight of a very angry looking JJ, an Emily who looked like she could pass out right then and there, three agitated and exasperated BAU operatives and a tall chubby kid who couldn't have been more than fifteen, who looked like he was about to piss himself.

"What's going on?" I asked in a groggy voice that honestly didn't even sound like mine to me.

"Turns out there is only half as many rooms as we thought were open so, yay, we all get to bunk up!" Morgan said sarcastically in a very humorless tone.

''But there was eight. Who gets to be partnerless?" Asked Spencer, who hadn't left my side since we came into the place.

Of course, we all already knew the answer to that one.

Hotch was the boss, and he had been working quadruple time trying to catch this prick, I'm positive that he hadn't slept in at least three days, if not more, and by the look of his disheveled state—one of which he rarely ever showed—he probably hadn't.

Nobody bothered to say any of it, though, all silently agreeing on it.

At some point during our telepathic conversation I had started leaning on Spencer, needing all the help I could get to keep from falling over. And, to my surprise, he didn't get all awkward and huffy. He actually turned slightly so that I was leaning more against his side than his shoulder, trying to make everything a bit more comfortable. Once I actually realized what I was doing I straightened up some and mumbled slightly through a yawn,

"Mmsorrymmm," when I looked back over at him to see if I had made him uncomfortable, he almost looked upset. Oh, I had been making him uncomfortable, but he is so warm I kinda wanted to lean into him again. I bit the inside of my cheek slightly, trying to keep from doing exactly that.

I barely had the energy to lift my head up from staring at the floor. When I heard the tail end of Rossi and the kid behind the counters conversation, I internally groaned. Our rooms were on the second floor, and they didn't have an elevator. I sighed and slowly began trudging after the waddling JJ. Slowly we climbed up the stairs, the thought of a warm bed gave me a bit of a second wind after a while though. Climbing a bit faster Morgan and I were the first to reach our doors.

We both stood there a moment looking at our surroundings. Everything, and I mean everything was decorated with an unhealthy layer of graffiti, dulled slightly by the thick layer of dust that coated it all too. The smell of mold and the other dark things that hid in the crevices of the walls was almost suffocating. This was really the only place open?

Hotch and Rossi and the rest arrived at the top whilst we were looking. They seemed almost as disturbed as Morgan and I were. While the others stopped in front if us, Aaron kept walking, picking a seemingly random room and calling out a half hearted "g'night" over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him.

"Let's decide this now so I can go to sleep," Morgan spoke. His voice groggy with sleep and sounding almost irritated. "Who's sleeping where and in what room." His question had sounded more like a demand, and when Spencer stepped forward, obviously thinking it would be he to stay with in the room with Morgan, Derek quickly looked over to Rossi who was leaned up against the wall. "I call you," he demanded and headed off to a random room.

Spencer almost looked hurt. But when JJ and Emily went off to their room and it was just us two left, his features lifted slightly. Then tightened down into nervousness.

"Guess its us then," I mumbled, already aiming for the door to the room that Spence and I would be sharing. I heard him mumble something inaudible back and follow after me.

I twisted the key in the doors lock and shoved against the door with my shoulder. I stumbled inside and went straight towards the little bed in the corner of the room. The room was one of those two room things that had the living room, bedroom, and kitchen all in one and the bathroom out to the side somewhere.

The bed was an oddity in itself. It looked to be something like a hybrid between a twin size and the next size up. Just a bit bigger that a twin, and it looked older than I am. I was right. The inside of the building did match nearly perfectly with our first view of the place from the car park.

[morsobaby]

Nextly, the forest cats! I.. Have less of these 😅 SO FAR!

Also brace for this having alot more text and explanations because welll this clan leans more heavily on finnish stuff

The whole deal of will we have one single leader in either of these groups, which is a system I'm lowkey tired of, is still under work, like for both clans. But! For this group I do have one cat in a leading position

Lingontwinkle (Chubby, puffy furred molly with Tortie pelt; white, warm grey and brown areas with red freckles and spots everywhere on her body, which she's named after. Lingon is short for Lingonberry)

Medic: ok.. A little note on her name 😅 I originally named her in finnish, then tried to translate to English. Our months are just "*word*month", whereas English months have each their own names. So direct translation of her name would be Novemberface. But see I only used the word Marras off of our name for the month. Now, marras has it's own meanings and etymology but I won't dive into it here so I'll just call her Marrasface (pronounced Mahrr-ahs). (Tortie molly with sharp ears, black fur and distinctive facial patterns and white underside. Whispy, wavy fur)

Her medic apprentice is Aurorapaw (white, puffy furred molly with a fluffy fringe and stocky paws. Eyes are iridescent with blue green and cyan, which she was named after. Deaf.)

She has a daughter too! And time for more linguistics!

So, I came to the same conclusion with her daughter's name. Kaamospaw (pronounced Kahh-mos). Kaamos means Polar night, which is an annual time period in the very northern regions of the world, where the sun does not rise above the horizon. So. Dark. Kaamospaw is a black molly with cream/golden face patterns and a white patch + tiny tiny speckles all over her body. Whispy and wavy, long fur.

Warriors: Frostsock (Cold grey Tom cat with messy spiky hair, snowshoe patterns on his legs and white frosted chest fur. Skinny thin tail. Also Marrasface's ex mate aka Kaamospaw's father) Bearslayer (older, Buff brown Tom with a darker back and short tail. Black muzzle. White starlike dot on his chest.) Sprigclaw (Long haired Tom with dark, but warm brown fur that sticks out at random spots. Tail blackens towards the tip. Selectively mute)

Nursery: Silverurn (White she cat with wavy smooth stripes that vary in darkness, and white stripes that accompany them. Dark chest. Pitch black eyes) mother of Aurorapaw, Snowflakekit (White fluffy Tom with blue eyes) and Sprucekit (Dark green, spiky fur, long sharp ears, black chest. Nb; she/they)

[ms-maj]

Do You Hear What I Hear

All the thanks in the world to the amazing @theheavycrown​ for the incredible header. I think I’ve said it before and surely I will say it again but, Sarah is best. This is for prompt #29- A very special present has a fluffy, four-legged surprise inside requested by the lovely @reinhartdeyes​. Enjoy!

“Do you see anything?” The flashlight shook in Betty’s hands, biting cold working through her mittens as she tried to illuminate a path for Jughead.

“Do you?” Her husband questioned back from deeper inside the garage. 

She took a step in, the snow and wind blowing at her back. “If I had seen anything, Jug, I wouldn’t have torn you away from your last-minute wrapping.”

At that he stood, shined his flashlight at her and sighed. “I’m not saying you were hearing things, Betts, but...maybe you were hearing things. It’s not exactly a nice night.”

The snow had been falling steadily for a couple of hours, turning their very green Christmas Eve into what would undoubtedly be the white Christmas everyone had been dreaming of. “I was not hearing things, Jughead. I heard a very specific sound. It was crying!”

“Then why haven’t I heard anything? We’ve been out here for fifteen minutes and all I can hear is your teeth chattering,” he took a step toward a pile of haphazardly stacked boxes, carefully trying to weave his way through the maze in the dark.“Betty, it’s close to midnight,” Jughead took the first box down and set it aside. “It’s nearly blizzarding, and we still have to get everything ready for the morning. Five more minutes and I’m…”

Squeak. 

“Did you hear that!?” Betty moved closer to her husband.

“No, I didn’t, shockingly enough,” he muttered, heaving another box off the pile. An old plastic dollhouse sat between him and the wall; his boot caught on it as he tried to turn in the dark space. “Shit!” 

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Jughead managed to keep his balance but had apparently stirred something in the darkness.

SQUEAK.

Betty’s light cut a swath in the dark before them, his boot now purposefully tapping at the dollhouse.

The squeaking amplified; not just in volume but also in frequency. 

“Jughead, if you try to tell me you still don’t hear anything I’m going…”

“No, Betty, I hear it. I can’t unhear it. I think that if I move—oh my god.”

Betty rushed over with her flashlight. “What? What is it?”

“It’s a little...” Leaning over the dollhouse, after a little bit of a struggle, Jughead pulled up a very small, very loud puff of fur. “...kitty.” 

Betty had set her flashlight down on the snowblower before rushing over to her husband and taking the very tiny kitten from his hands. “It has no tail! Oh my gosh, Jug, we need to go get milk and bottles and—”

“Whoa, whoa, it’s Christmas Eve, Elizabeth,” he said, retrieving their flashlights and walking back to the door. 

“Fine, Forsythe, you take it and I’ll go,” the too-young-to-be-alone kitten is held out in front of her, nearly lost in Betty’s hands. It was blizzarding now with at least six inches covering the driveway and sidewalks. The one store that was sure to be open was a good thirty minutes away on a good night, but Betty knew that if she continued to look at him in just that way he’d cave. Jughead craned his neck back, gloved hands pulling his well-worn beanie back over his head.

He sighed. “Go start a fire, get it warm or find something for it to sleep in. I’ll take care of everything else IF you finish my wrapping for me.”

“Deal!” Betty lunged forward, cradling the small creature to her chest as she kissed her husband in thanks. Unzipping her jacket, Betty stuffed the kitten inside and ran off to the house, her less than enthusiastic husband following behind her. 

“I’m gonna start the car, maybe shovel a little bit, you’re not listening to me at all so I’m just gonna go and hope to God I make it back before daybreak.”

Betty waved him off, too busy trying to figure out where to put their newest little friend for the night. The door closed in the distance, taking a resigned Jughead with it when she spied the tote full of presents by the tree. Of course, not one of them was wrapped. She nodded to herself in acceptance, she could make short work of that and have a place for the kitten to sleep. The kitten, however, had different plans. 

“Fire, right,” she mumbled to herself, setting the kitten down in an attempt to set up the wood. The small, terrified cat began to cry as soon as her paws hit the hardwood, crawling back up Betty’s still-booted foot before she could get any logs laid. “Okay, okay, I’m not going anywhere.” Betty picked up the whining fluff ball and realized it could do with a good cleaning, it’s bright blue eyes searching the room for something familiar and only finding Betty. 

Softly she smiled as she kicked her boots off next to the fireplace. They made their way up the stairs, kitten firmly pressed to her chest so she could grab throw blankets and old towels from the linen closet. It was careful dance to not instigate the kitten into alerting the neighborhood of their presence. 

It was well after two but the fire was lit, the kitten was bathed and currently curled up in an old blanket in the tote and all the presents wrapped and arranged under the tree. Betty was starting to fill the stockings when the kitchen door blew open, bringing with it her snow-covered husband with multiple bags of supplies. 

“Jesus, Jug. You look like the abominable snowman!” Laughing, she steps into the room, garlands still lit in the windows and takes the bags.

He shakes off the snow, mostly on his still laughing wife, and drops his coat over the back of a kitchen chair. “Well, it’s a blizzard, Betty. I’d say a good foot of snow has fallen since I left.”

Grimacing as the bags transfer from him to her, Betty sets them down quickly before she grabbed Jughead’s slippers and threw them to him. “Wonder if we’ll be leaving the house then.”

“Hopefully not. Which is why I also grabbed extra food,” he dropped into the recliner, pulled the lever on the side and groaned.

Betty was getting the morning coffee ready when the crying started.

“Uh-oh. Someone knows the food’s here,” Jughead sing-songed from his reclined state. Betty just smiled, dealt with the groceries and checked out the directions on the kitten milk replacement. One of the many bags he walked in with also held some toys, a bed, and a collar with a bell that looked far too big for the hungry kitten in her living room. 

“Just like a Jones already,” Betty muttered to herself while readying the bottle. She grabbed the rest of the kitten’s gear and walked into the living room where the scene before her had her heart catching in her throat as she spied her husband with the tiny cat curled up on his chest. 

She pulled a blanket from the sofa and draped it over their two sleeping forms, Jughead’s gentle snoring provided the soundtrack as she finished the last of the stockings and ensured the fire was out. The bottle was sat next to him on the side table in case it woke, but, knowing her husband, they’d be out until first light.

“Mooooooomm, come on!” In his excitement, their five-year-old son Christopher practically pulled his mother down the stairs Christmas morning. He had been sitting on the edge of her bed for nearly an hour, prodding her to wake, but having gone to bed past two, Betty managed to convince him to wait for his sister.

It was just after six-thirty when the three descended, Jughead still asleep in the recliner by the tree, the kitten now nestled into the crook of his neck. 

“What’s on Daddy?” Adeline asked, peeking from behind her mother.

Betty placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulders and guided her and their son over to where the kitten had begun to rouse. “That is your very special Christmas present.”

As if on cue, the kitten began it’s wailing, so loudly that Jughead nearly flew out of his chair and into the tree. Unable to contain their excitement any more, the kids ran from their mother to the small grey puffball that cried out from their yawning father’s embrace. 

“What is it?” Christopher asked.

“It’s a kitten!” Adeline pushed in front and climbed up the chair to sit on the arm, pulling the cat off her dad and holding it up for her brother to see. 

Christopher looked at it confused. “Uh, where’s the rest of it?”

“It’s a baby, bud, we’re going to have to take real good care of it too because we’re it’s family now.” Jughead sat up in the chair and pulled his son up on the other arm. 

“Why’s it squeaking?” 

“And where is its tail?” 

“That squeaking is because it’s probably very, very hungry. Your daddy fell asleep before it could eat. Do you two want to help feed it?” Betty walked back into the living room, cup of coffee in hand that Jughead took from her gladly. She swapped the old formula for new and handed the bottle to her husband. “And we don’t know, sweetie. It doesn’t look like anything happened so maybe she was just born without one.”

Jughead fed the kitten who greedily slurped down her bottle as his kids watched enrapt. “We’ll find out when we take her to the vet?”

Eyebrow raised in question, Betty turned to her husband. “Her?”

“Just a hunch,” he shrugs as the bottle falls from the kitten’s mouth. It mewled loudly, pawing at Jughead’s practiced hand before the bottle found its way back to where it was most needed. 

“Do you guys want to open any presents?”

“Not right now, Mom,” Christopher said mesmerized. 

Addy waved her off and laid her head on her father’s shoulder. “Maybe later.”

Betty nodded, swooning at her husband before grabbing her phone and uploading a picture to InstaGlam. Her family was completely caught up in the kitten with the tree glowing behind them. Cinnamon and pine and snow in the air, Betty, though extremely tired, had never felt more blessed. The picture was pretty, but it would never do justice to what she was feeling at that moment. 

Meow-y Christmas from the Joneses! Baby kitty is currently nameless, but the kids have just met it so I doubt it will be that way for long.

Update: Kitty is named Meowth. Of course.

[guileandfuryaaa]

                          𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽  :  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴.

at first glance,  yeskiv is a massive,  intimidating figure. she stands at 𝟿'𝟿",  not counting the length of her ears or tail  ;  a towering shape made of teeth and claws and eyes.  she’s tried to gene-mod herself to perfection,  and it shows in her physical augmentations and mutations.

yeskiv has quite literally modified herself inside and out throughout her life,  and she does not look the same now as when she came into this world.  photographs,  artwork,  and descriptions that depict her have all changed in history.  for the most part,  though,  she’s maintained the same appearance for a few thousand years now.

                                                                                               COLOR STORY.

𝚒.                             𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃.

from the tips of her ears to the end of her tail,  yeskiv comes out to about 𝟷𝟿″ in length,  appearing as 𝟿'𝟿" when resting in a neutral position, and 𝟿'𝟷𝟷" when she rises to her full height and extends herself.  her size is a testament to her age,  as a kariian will never stop growing throughout its life --- growth rapidly slows when a kariian reaches the end of its natural life,  and will continue growing into its immortal life. 

her frame is rather lithe for her size,  but she often towers over others regardless.  she has four arms  ;  one lesser pair with three fingers on each tiny  ( but still comparatively large ) hand,  and another dominant pair that has useless,  vestigial wings protruding from her forearms.  the size of her larger hands rival the size of her own skull,  with four fingers and two thumbs-- one on each side.  on the pad of every hand are reddish-pink pads,  seemingly soft but actually rough to the touch.  this is to help with her grip,  as the rest of her body is covered in a thick pelt of snowy white fur.  a large,  fluffy mane extends from her forehead and ends at her tail-- another curiosity on its own.

at the end of yeskiv’s tail splits into four,  opening like a budding flower to reveal slavering jaws and rows of teeth.  a fully functioning mouth exists on the end of her tail,  one she makes routine use of.  similarly,  a digestive tract follows throughout the length of her tail-- meaning innards would spill out if you cut it open. 

naturally,  feelers extend from various points of her body.   from her forehead,  all four of her ears,  her shoulders,  elbows,  and along her back.  additionally,  semi-transparent frills extend from her shoulder-blades-- matching similar frills on the tips of her largest ears. 

her feet draw attention on their own,  as there is no flesh to be found there.  just under delicate rings she wears around her calves are the exposed bones of her feet,  covered in a thin sheen of self-regenerating organisms that keep the living tissue of the bone healthy despite being exposed to air.  flesh has long since been painfully worn away,  leaving her lower legs a macabre sight.  

𝚒𝚒.                                 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙺.

like all kariians,  she has multiple pairs of eyes and ears  ;  four ears,  as is typical of a kariian,  and ten eyes,  five on each side.  all of them are fully functional,  and the two largest on each side are both cybernetic-- simply modified to look the same as they would otherwise.  they have black sclera,  with lighter red-magenta irises and white slit pupils.  due to tapidum lucidum,  they glint incredibly brightly when light is shined in her face.  they are sensitive to light.

arguably her most eye-catching facial oddity is her two mouths,  both of which she’s capable of speaking from at once.  one mouth is settled above the other at the end of an elongated snout -- another semi unusual trait,  as most kariians are flat-faced.  each set of jaws houses an array of sharp obsidian teeth,  a pair of massive fangs protruding from her uppermost jaw and lowermost jaw respectively.  within both mouths are tongues able to split into three separate tendrils.  she technically possesses six throats,  though a large gash across her neck renders half of them damaged,  causing a distinct raspiness to her voice.

𝚒𝚒𝚒.                    𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂.

enhanced brain capacity.  unlocking neural pathways allows for ease of thinking,  hyper cognition,  complex problem solving,  photographic memory,  enhanced instincts,  heightened concentration,  etc.  in short:  her thought process is unrestricted and wild,  typically at least a dozen different places at once.  

her eyes.  kariian eyes naturally have three color cones in their eyes.  modern kariians are commonly found with four.  yeskiv has five.  she’s also had extra eyes added,  as she used to have at least five less.

her mouths.  yeskiv was actually born with two mouths as a result of a mutation ; she underwent genetic therapy when she was older in order to “fix” her lower mouth and make it as functional as her uppermost mouth.  before gene therapy,  while she had a second mouth,  it was stunted,  could only open so far,  and could not swallow.

her tail.  of course,  no kariian is born with a tail as unique as hers.  this was an augmentation as well.

her feet.  kariians wearing through the outside tissue of their feet down to the bone is a common occurrence ever since genetic modification began to make the default kariian far more top-heavy than their unmodified counterparts.  while further modification can 'fix’ the problem,  many ‘traditional’ kariians -- yeskiv included -- prefer to let the bone show,  and so any modification done to her feet is simply to keep the bones in healthy condition.

𝚒𝚟.                        𝙲𝚈𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙴𝙽𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂.

reinforced joints.  self explanatory.  a common and almost necessary enhancement for many kariians.

cybernetic eyes.  only the two largest are cybernetic,  and they appear as all the other eyes might.  if one looks closely,  they might spy the glint of a pink HUD within the irises.

prosthetic spine.  her actual spinal cord has long since been replaced with a reinforced prosthetic,  one embedded beneath the skin and outside of it.  

𝚟.                                         𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙸𝚁𝙴.

while yeskiv is rarely found outside of complete armor,  she quite enjoys a more regal appearance.  when not in armor,  she dons black silk robes with great fluffy collars,  ornate silver and ebony jewelry styled in bone.  literal bone accents,  necklaces made of teeth and claws.  she enjoys dresses,  revealing clothes that expose her pelt,  clothes that leave little to the imagination but accent what is already there.  sheer sashes and capes and cloaks -- yeskiv enjoys a flair of drama,  especially in how she dresses. 

more often than not,  she’s aware that if she needed to,  she could just rip off whatever she’s wearing and fight without it.  some outfits she wears may seem constraining,  but she has no qualms with ruining it to remove it if necessary.

[writing-radionoises]

seaweed

ship: kamukoma, little bit of nanamind genre: fluffy, alt universe ; mermaids prompt: mermaid! izuru and human nagito  notes: idk where i was going with this this is all over the place and i don’t really like it that much

Nagito leads a strange life, a balance between good luck and bad luck, good things followed by very, very bad things. He was sent to live with his aunt and uncle when he was ten or eleven to get proper medical care for his developing muscular dystrophy. His birth parents had lived out in a tiny town by a shore, living on the beach side in a little house. His father was a fisherman, his mother a trophy wife. Nagito's family was wealthy, the fishing business was big in the tiny town and the town's neighboring. Nagito barely ever saw his father, though. His mother did not raise him, either. Their maid was really the one who parented and raised Nagito. She was a kind woman who Nagito wished had moved with him into the big city for his treatment. It has been seven or so years since Komaeda was forced to leave his family, and he was informed that his father, mother, and the maid had been missing for years, assumed dead. He got everything his parents owned. Including the house, his father's boat, their wealth. Everything. And so, here Komaeda stands in front of his childhood home, a suitcase in hand. And his childhood friend by his side and new caretaker, Chiaki Nanami. "Is it bigger than you remember?" She asked, her arm half mindedly wrapped around Komaeda's. He can feel the ds in her jacket pocket against his waist, her prized possession. "No, smaller actually," Nagito answered, using his free arm to fish for the house key. Eventually, he found the ring of keys given to him and unlocked the house. Chiaki snatched Nagito's suitcase and entered first, and Komaeda followed soon after. It was a tiny little shack, his mother lived for the aesthetic, his father could care less. Chiaki returned empty handed, having set Nagito's suitcase in his former room as she then inspected the kitchen. Komaeda closed the door to the house, stumbling and eventually setting himself down carefully on the sofa as his legs gave out from underneath him. The strength in his legs only grew weaker, and eventually it'd get to his arms and the rest of his body. At least, that's what the doctor said. Chiaki sighed, closing the refrigerator, "It looks like I'll have to go grocery shopping later. You need your medication refilled anyway, right?" Nagito nodded, "You need yours too, don't you?" He said, teasingly, to which Chiaki snickered. He was, of course, referring to marijuana. Chiaki was someone you could call a stoner, she had a friend who would deal it to her. Chiaki returned to the living room, sitting beside Nagito, "Nurse Tsumiki will be here next week, from the big city. She'll be coming down to do a check up every month. In the meantime, if you start having medical trouble, you'll have to go see Maki and Kirumi Harukawa, I left their address on the fridge. They both have some medical training and will be of use, I think. I'll be back later, going grocery shopping," Chiaki informs, standing up and grabbing her bag, then leaving the house and leaving. Leaving Komaeda alone with thoughts and memories. Had Komaeda not have been sick, horribly sick, stumbling and falling, scraping his knees on every surface, perhaps he would know where his family was. Perhaps if he had never left in the first place and just waited to die in this house, they never would've disappeared. Somehow, this must be his fault. Nagito rubbed away the tears threatening to spill from his seafoam green eyes, pushing himself up off the white sofa, knees buckling underneath the little weight he had. His braces could take the unsteadiness, though. They were built for that Nagito left the house, walking out towards the shoreline as he stood still, trying to take it all in. Grounding. The wind flowing through his white locks, the smell of salt and fish peppered in the wind. The feeling of warm sand from underneath his sandals, and the cawing of seagulls, searching for food. A familiar environment. … A lovely place to die. Nagito moved once again, out more towards the sea as he climbed on top of a large rock, pulling his scarred knees towards his chest. The sea is blue green, the water moving back and forth like a pattern. The sound of the waves swishing is comforting. Nagito wonders if his father is out at sea again. Maybe he just hasn't come home yet, and tomorrow Nagito will get the light morse code signals telling Nagito he's okay. Or maybe his father has drown. Never to be seen again. Maybe the sea he loved so much had claimed him. Something caught Nagito's eyes, a large looking fish stranded on land, looking to be covered in seaweed. Nagito slides off the rock, the back of his thighs protesting against that decision as he made his way over to the creature. Nagito got to his knees beside the creature, the cold water brushes against them as he hesitantly starts to move what he think is seaweed away from the creature. It is not seaweed, it isn't slimy and thin as Nagito thought. It's a deep brown color, feeling a lot more like hair than anything. Komaeda's pale hands hesitantly move it to the side, coming face to face with something unexpected. A human torso and head on top of a fish tail. Mermaid, that's what they would call this. The mermaid was dark in color, considerable tan and much darker than Komaeda could ever be. His nose, shoulders, cheeks, and hands were covered in darker freckles, the mermaid was considerably smaller than Nagito. His tail was black, few dark red scales littered across the black surface, the red sparkled in the sunlight. Komaeda couldn't believe his eyes as he gently began to shake the man. "Hey, hey, are you okay?" Nagito asked, as if the thing could possibly answer before it's eyes fluttered open. A bright red, big and wide like a doll's. Upon taking in his surroundings, the mermaid sat up and jumped back from Nagito in fear. "Wait! No, no, I'm not gonna hurt you!" Nagito tried to reassure, worry clouding his already dull green eyes, "Wh, what's your name?" The other relaxed slightly, taking a breath as he tried to speak. "I… I…" He started, struggling to get the words out of his mouth, "Izuru Kamu-" Before finishing his last name, he began to cough up water, ducking away to hide such a motion. “Are you ok-” “Kamukura. Izuru Kamukura,” Izuru finished. Nagito nodded along, “I’m, I’m Nagito Komaeda. Sorry if I startled you… Do you need help?” Izuru fell silent, looking down at himself. His chest was covered with a torn up black fabric, resembling a shirt, and a vial tied around his neck. He snatched the vial from off of his neck, the liquid a neon red as he looked up at Nagito. “Clothes. And a towel.” Izuru deadpanned. Nagito flushed but nodded, standing up and stumbling back into his house.

After trouble between Nagito struggling to help his new apparent mermaid friend with legs get into clothes without looking, and then struggling to get him into the house, Nagito found himself collapsing on the sofa, soaking the pretty white fabric with sea water. Not that it hasn’t had the same thing done to it multiple times. Izuru was leaned against the wall by the doorway, still struggling to get a hand of his newly found legs. His red eyes looked over to Nagito as he spoke. “Sorry,” he said, “For making you do… So much work. You are sick?” His english wasn’t amazing, sentences short and sweet. Sometimes he seemingly forgot words. “I… Have a sickness that makes my legs and such not work as well as they should,” He explained, sitting up with a smile, “My muscles are trying to eat themselves in some sort of sense, so I can’t walk very well.” Izuru nodded, “I cannot walk well either…” “To be expected,” Nagito replied, “Why are you here?” “Deliver… Message. But that can wait.” “Okay…” Nagito said, “Do you need a place to stay?” “Not necessary.” The two fell silent as Izuru made him way around the house, hands on the wall as he stumbled. Nagito wondered if that’s what he looked like whenever he walked. He had originally given Izuru one of his tee shirts, which ended up being like a dress on the other. So, he had nabbed some of Chiaki’s clothes. They seemed to be around the same size, so Izuru was now struggling to walk in a white button up and black skirt. He didn’t seem to mind the skirt, said it was cute, only confusing Nagito further. Chiaki eventually returned, opening the door with her arms full of two of three bags on each arm. She wasn’t alarmed when she saw Izuru, giving him a half wave as she set the bags down on the table. “Found friends already, Nagito?” She asked. “Something like that…” Chiaki smiled knowingly, though Komaeda dared not ask what she knew. “I bought more snack type foods, I’m sure you won’t mind. I’m not the best at cooking, and you sure can’t cook…” Chiaki added on, “Microwave meals, but… No microwave. For fuck’s sake, no microwave?” Komaeda shrugged as Izuru managed to climb up onto one of the chairs, sitting criss cross on the chair. Chiaki sat down in the chair next to Izuru, and Nagito watched intently, nervousness eating him alive. “What’s your name?” She asked. “Izuru Kamukura.” “Wearing my clothes?” “Didn’t have any.” “Mermaid?” Izuru paused, looking aside as he bit his lower lip. “... I thought so,” Chiaki answered, “I’m a local, we have heard plenty of legends and stuff about mermaids and things like that… Didn’t think they were real, but you’re not a very convincing human.” “Oh, sorry,” Izuru replied. “No, don’t apologize, let me help you, though,” replied the pink eyed girl, sliding off the chair and going towards her room. She returned with two hair combs and two hair ties, snatching the towel from off the counter as she began to dry Izuru’s long hair, then comb it out and braid it. It was not quick or easy work. If Nagito had to guess, the whole process took about an hour. She had also placed a black tie over the button up, declaring the look finished. Chiaki then proceeded to go back into her room, passed out in her own clothes, and leaving Nagito and Izuru to their own thoughts. Izuru left the house once again, Nagito watched him from the window, watched him sit in the sand and watch the waves, watch the moon. Eventually, Komaeda gave in, getting up and throwing on his own dusty green jacket and going outside, sitting beside Izuru to watch with him. Izuru’s head fell on Nagito’s shoulder, and a slight smile came to Nagito’s face. “You said you had a message, right?” Nagito asked, and Izuru nodded, “Who is it for?” “You,” Izuru replied, “Your family is missing, correct?” “... Yes,” Nagito replied, “They have been for awhile, I wasn’t informed until recently… What about it?” “I met them.” “What?” “I met them,” Izuru replied, “Not recently. But I did. It was an accident. My friend had lured them into a forbidden place, she is a siren, and i had accompanied her that night.” “Are… They alive?” Nagito asked, he felt goosebumps along his arms, a shakiness coming to his body.” “No,” Izuru answered simply, “I had caught them too late, drown. I felt bad, I knew them once, when I was young. I thought you would have wanted to know, but you did not return for a long time.” “You… You waited?” Komaeda asked, looking back down at the other. “I figured you’d come back at some point,” Izuru answered, “I was right.” “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Nagito asked, moving away from Izuru to look him in the eyes. “You were happy,” Izuru explained, “Having fun… Didn’t want to ruin it.” The two fell silent, Komaeda trying to take it in, and Izuru awaiting a response. The moon rose higher and glowed brighter, and eventually Izuru spoke. “I must take my leave,” he said. “You can’t stay a little longer?” Nagito asked, a slight whine in his voice. “No, I apologize,” Izuru replied, standing up as he looked back at Komaeda, “You will know where to find me if you need me. Tell miss Nanami I’ll return her stuff shortly.” Nagito watched Izuru make his way back towards the sea, he looked back at Komaeda and waved, and the white haired boy waved back. He was gone before Nagito could even blink.

“You just let him leave?” Chiaki asked as she began to make toaster waffles in the oven. Nagito nodded, sitting at the dining room table with a glass of water, “I didn’t know what else to say. He came, explored the house, talked to me, told me my parents are dead, and then left.” “Nothing else?” Chiaki asked, looking back at Komaeda. “He told me I would know where to find him if I needed him…” "Do you need him?" Nagito paused for a moment, glancing down at his hands, and then back out the window, eyes catching sight of his father's row boat. "You know, my father always wanted me to take after him." "Oh?"

Rowing a boat is harder than Nagito thought, and even harder because Chiaki wasn't helping, instead playing Fortnite on her DS. "Really? You can't help me out at all?" Nagito asked. "Your boyfriend," Chiaki replied, "Fortnite is my wife, Izuru can be yours." "What does that even mean?" "Means I am too high to care." Komaeda sighed, stopping for a second as he cupped his own face in his hands as he looked back at Chiaki, peacefully playing her game. "I'm gonna do something stupid," he said. "Do it," Chiaki replied. "You're horrible impulse control." "Yeah." Having gotten a confirmation, Nagito looked over the side of the boat. He had no idea where they were, but it felt right, and by god is that a good enough reason. He looked back at Chiaki, then standing up and taking a leap of faith. Literally. The water was cold and dark. Like falling, but slower. Komaeda was not the best swimmer, nor the sharpest tool in the shed, but something about this felt comforting, peaceful. Is this what it feels like to die? With your best friend above, playing fucking Fortnite while you may have just sentenced yourself to death? … Is this such a bad way to go? It wasn't Komaeda's objective, to die here, but somehow, it felt comforting. Knowing he may die the same way his family had. A pair of warm arms wrap around Komaeda's waist, stopping his falling and forcing Komaeda to open his eyes, his green eyes meeting with Izuru's glowing ruby eyes. He pushed a green vial towards Nagito, Nagito taking it into his hands as the other swam upwards. They reached the surface, Nagito gasping for air as Izuru seemed unphased, his eyes now returning to the dark red Nagito had known them as. "Impulsive, are we? It's barely been a day," he said, and Nagito laughed. "Perhaps, but I can't get you off my mind." "Well, don't drown yourself next time." Komaeda snickered as Chiaki looked back over to Nagito and Izuru, waving. "Hey! You lived, congrats!"

"So, what happens now?" Chiaki asked, her high finally wearing off as they say at the dining room table, eating shitty toaster waffles once again. "Well, he's gonna visit frequently, I guess, and I asked if he wanted to go on a date next time we saw each other," Komaeda explained, "He… didn't know what that was, so I tried to explain, but I guess that's happening." Izuru had guided them back to the shoreline, they had talked along the way, what Izuru's life was like, what Komaeda's life was like. Things like that. Nagito had practically begged to see him again, and the other eventually gave in. No one is immune to Nagito's puppy eyes. "So you guys are dating? Nice, maybe you should meet my girlfriend," Chiaki replied. "Girlfriend?" Nagito asked. "She's a foreigner, Izuru knows her." "What?" "Dude, I pulled the whole mermaid legends thing out of my ass," Chiaki explained, "Did you really think I'm stupid enough to just fall for it and assume it's true?" Komaeda flushed, "Well… I don't know." "You'll meet her next time Izuru's here. She's a princess of the ocean, you know?" "Oh, don't flex on me, Chiaki." Chiaki giggled, "Sure, sure, whatever you wanna say."

[negasonicimagines]

“All Yours.”

requests: “Hii! Can request an ellie x reader imagine? I do not really care, I am giving you free hand because I am so thirsty for this girl :D thank you very much (maybe get kittens involved) [rq by @crazypurplesnowman]” + “10 FROM THE BUFFY PROMPTS COULD B PRETTY SICK LOOVE UR WRITING KEEP IT UP BABE”

[ 10: “I want to take comfort in you, and I know it will cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn’t care.” ]

notes: I wanted to try something new, so… Yandere!Ellie. Yeah, I’m writing that trope in 2019. This will probably be a flawed version of the trope, because I still want to be at least a little true to the character, and this will mostly be from Ellie’s perspective. Still 2nd person, but will be centered around her thoughts and feelings towards the reader, as opposed to the reader’s perception. DISCLAIMER: I am not encouraging fraud. This is literally the craziest fucking thing I’ve ever written and I LOVE IT. Like… Kittens, an iconic line from BTVS, Chuck E. Cheese, Yandere!Ellie…. Whew.

mini playlist for this fic:

superstar - marina

possession - sarah mclachlan

undisclosed desires - muse

happy place - terror jr

make you mine - public

tear you apart - she wants revenge

warnings: this is a yandere story, so just overall trigger warning. Ellie’s gonna be a little creepy and definitely a little OOC. Also, animal abuse mention & animal death. Also, graphically-detailed birth of kittens. (Here’s the video I watched for research, yes, it’s of a cat giving birth. The things I do for my thirsty ellie thots.)

There was just something about you.

Maybe it was your eyes, those perfect E/C eyes. The way you’d glance at her and smile, unsure of why she’s staring.

Or those lips. Every word you spoke was a song tumbling from between them, even if she didn’t like the fact that it was being sung to someone else.

Maybe it was your mutation. You both were mutants, you already had something in common, not to mention that you follow her Twitter and make her heart burst every time you retweet something from her. Same political opinions, same sense of humor, similar taste in music…

You rush in, a bundle in your arms. You’d gone for a walk and Ellie didn’t trust herself to be stealthy enough to follow you, not outside of the house. So, she’d sat on the loveseat by the door on her lonesome, waiting for you to return. You were all she could think of. She slinks over to where you’ve run, the infirmary.

She watches from the doorway, slowly entering as you open the bundle on one of the small beds used for long-term patients. It’s a large, fluffy black cat, some of its fur matted.

A stray? I love her… Ellie thinks. And it’s even black!

“She’s pregnant,” you tell the nurse, Annie. “I can feel it, the little lives. I’d say she’s going to go into labor very soon. I did some googling, and she’s already started the rhythmic purring.”

“So, you brought her here?” Annie asks, a brow arched. Don’t look at her like that. Just because they’re animals doesn’t mean they don’t deserve care. Ellie grinds her teeth, watching the situation. But, with you in sight, her anger is less intense.

“Well, where else was I supposed to bring her? I can try to heal her, but I can tell she might not make it through labor. I need help making her comfortable. Oh! Ellie, do you need something? I can heal you, if you have a headache or something,” you offer, distracted from your own cause by her. Me, Ellie thinks, lovesick.

“A bit of a headache,” Ellie lies. “But it can wait, if you want me to find some old towels or something.”

“I’d really appreciate that, thank you!” You beam, and she almost gasps in wonder, swiftly leaving to get the towels so you can’t see her blushing. She brings them into the infirmary, and helps you to organize them, hands brushing.

Ellie twitches away in surprise, cursing herself for her natural reaction to touch. While she knows that your touch feels good to everyone that you make skin-to-skin contact with, due to your mutation, which is to heal through touch, she feels that it must feel especially good to her, so she should accept the opportunity to feel your skin whenever she can.

“Thank you so much for the help, Ellie,” you say, eyes glimmering with excitement.

“No problem, Y/N,” she replies. “Anything else I can do?”

“Moral support would be appreciated, but I understand if you’ve got something better to do.”

Nothing’s better than you.

“Not at all,” Ellie responds, and the cat begins to meow. You go to pet her, and she purrs.

The cat starts to get a bit fidgety on the bed, wandering a bit. You and Annie make sure she stays on the bed, stroking her fur as she begins to yowl.

“Looks like we’re getting started,” you say, and Annie & Ellie nod. “Ellie, could you get us some gloves? Two pairs, unless you wanna help.”

Ellie gets three pairs of gloves, and the cat sort of squats on the bed, tail tucked. The yowl increases in volume, and she squeezes out the first kitten, a wet clump of black attached to a placenta nearly the same size. The mother cleans her child with her tongue, detaching the kitten from the placenta and eating it. Ellie notes the droplets of blood on the towels, and you nod.

“That’s normal, but we’ll have to be careful because if there’s too much she might be bleeding internally. It wouldn’t be surprising if she was, that man was kicking her really-” you sniff, clearly trying not to cry, and Ellie wants to slit his throat. “...Really hard.”

As soon as the first kitten starts meowing, another emerges from the mother cat.

“Good girl,” you praise the cat, petting her as she continues to clean her first-born, before moving on to the second. The two kittens, now mostly clean, move on to feeding from their mother, the three purring as she continues to clean them. After a short period of time in which she snuggles the two, and the bleeding starts to get heavy, another is born, and then another. She cleans and cares for them in the same fashion.

Ellie texts her groupchat with Piotr, Wade, Domino, Nathan, and her best friend, Yukio, about the situation, asking if they’d like to meet in the infirmary for an impromptu baby shower. They all excitedly agree, and she warns them that the cat may not be alive when they get there, but that the kittens are in good shape.

She listens silently as you hum to the mother, who you’ve nicknamed “Mama Cat.”

“She’s hemorrhaging,” you say, pointing out the increase in blood loss. “I read that could happen. I- I don’t know how much I can do without touching the wound, and it’s internal.”

“She knows you did your best,” Annie tries to reassure you, and Ellie tries not to glare daggers at the woman. You were Ellie’s to comfort. Ellie strokes your back, watching tears roll silently down your cheeks as you continue to hum to the cat and her litter.

“She’s gone. It’s all… I can’t feel her anymore,” you sob, and Ellie brings you into her arms, not caring about your amniotic fluid-soaked gloves one bit as you cry into her shoulder. But you pull away, and Ellie feels cold, empty. “I’m so sorry, we don’t even know each other that well, I just… I have a deep amount of respect and love for all living things, and this is so-”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Come here, it’s gonna be okay.” Ellie wraps her arms around you again, and you accept her comfort. She tries not to let her excitement show, knowing that this is a solemn moment for you. She’s also sad, but your feelings definitely take priority over her own in this situation. In most situations. At least, that’s how she feels.

“We came as soon as we heard!” Wade and the gang enter with last-minute gifts and some decorations. Their joy dies down as they realize what’s happened. “Oh. That’s so… Oh. The kittens, are they…?”

You lift your head from Ellie’s shoulder so that your voice isn’t muffled, but you don’t exit her embrace, not yet.

“No, no, thank god. Just… Just the mom.” You pull away, attending to the tiny, helpless creatures. You dry the little screamers off a bit before bundling them in the least dirty towel and turning back to face the group. “I see you all brought gifts. Does there happen to be any formula?”

“I’ve got a good amount here, plus the equipment.” Domino fulfills the request. “Lucky guess.”

“Me, too,” Nathan adds. “I figured it wouldn’t be an easy thing to get ahold of. I was wrong, so I also got a PetSmart gift card.”

“Thank you so much, you guys,” you say, and Annie stacks the canisters on the counter. “Jesus Christ, that’s a lot.”

“Oh, right, I got some, too,” Wade says, and Ellie thinks maybe he got a can. Nope. The amount he got doubles the supply.

“Jeez, I guess we don’t have to worry about feeding them,” you comment. “Thanks a ton, you guys.”

“So...What are you going to do with them?” Yukio asks.

“I mean, keep them, I guess. The only official rules on pets here are that you can have them as long as you keep them away from those allergic and don’t let them make a mess or distract you from your studies. I could probably request a month of independent study while they need round the clock care, and as long as my grades don’t seriously falter, that’ll be fine.”

“Do you think you’ll give any of them away, once they’re weaned off milk and litter box-trained?” Yukio continues to investigate.

“Uh, I don’t know… Maybe? Right now, though, I wouldn’t dream of it. Sorry,” you apologize, able to tell that the sweet girl wants to adopt one.

“Have you named them, yet?” Piotr asks.

“I think I’ll wait ‘til their personalities start to show,” you decide, and Ellie nods, wrapping an arm around you.

“You guys are gonna make great cat moms,” Domino comments, and Ellie finds herself blushing a little. Us? Cat moms? Together? It’s a dream come true...

“Maybe you should share room,” Piotr suggests. “So that you can care for kittens together. It can be arranged.”

“That’d be great!” you agree.

“Yeah, sure,” Ellie does her best to hide her enthusiasm, but based on the expressions of everyone in the room but you, it’s clear she has a crush. At least they don’t know it’s a rapidly-growing obsession, rising with every little interaction, even if that interaction is just you looking back at her and smiling.

“I will go file paperwork,” Piotr informs. “Do not hesitate to open gift while I’m gone.”

“Thank you so much, Colossus!” you cheer. Annie hands you each a pair of kittens and a pair of small bottles, allowing you to nurse your new children together.

Wade takes a picture, and Ellie finds that she can’t be annoyed. She was actually happy someone captured this, even if it was Wade.

“Thank you so much for all your help, everyone, especially Ellie and Annie. I couldn’t have done it without you guys.”

“Happy to help,” Ellie replies, and you smile at her.

“You’ve been such a help, El. Seriously, I- I couldn’t have done this alone.”

The two of you are feeding the kittens in your shared dorm, studying for an American Literature test at the same time. It’s been a couple weeks since the birth of the kittens, and the two of you became fast friends, now that she actually talked to you regularly.

“No problem, Y/N.” It’s my pleasure.

“They’re so beautiful, aren’t they? We can start weaning them off the milk in two weeks.”

“Incredibly beautiful,” Ellie replies, but she’s looking at you, not the cats. She can tell you notice this because of the way you blush, ducking your head. But, you don’t say anything, so she doesn’t either.

“So… What do the eyes of Doctor TJ Eckleburg represent?” You ask.

“The eyes of god over the lawless wasteland that America has become due to greed.”

“Nice answer,” you compliment.

“Thank you,” she replies, it’s getting harder and harder to hide her excitement.

“So, hey, I have kind of a weird question…” You start. Ellie’s heart immediately starts racing. Had you discovered her obsession, or any of the strange habits that came with it?

“Um- Uh… Shoot.”

“It’s nothing bad!” You reassure her. “I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe… Maybe go on a date, this Friday? I’m sorry if you wouldn’t want to, you probably just see me as a friend and maybe not even that, so-“

“I’d love to!” Ellie enthusiastically responds, not bothering to disguise the way she felt as a grin splits her face open.

“That’s great! I asked Yukio to kitten-sit if you said yes and she agreed, so I figured maybe we could go do something relaxing, like watching a movie, or… I don’t know, I honestly didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“You- You didn’t?” Maybe I’m too good at hiding my feelings for her. Her face falls, and you rush to explain yourself:

“Well, I know you didn’t really like me all that much before the kitten thing… I thought you were really attractive and seemed really cool, but you’d glare at me a lot and I didn’t know why, so I figured it was best to keep my distance and be nice to you in small ways in the hopes you’d forgive me for whatever I did. What did I do, if you don’t mind telling me?” You ask, cheeks flushed, and Ellie’s heart still hasn’t stopped racing.

“Nothing, nothing at all, I swear!” Ellie attempts to reassure you, even if the concerned expression on your face is adorable. She decides the best route is to be honest, now that she knows you do like her. “I- This is really embarrassing. I wasn’t glaring at all. I was, um, staring at you, because I really, really like you. If I didn’t think it’d freak you out, I’d say I love you. You’re just… Absolutely perfect.”

“No way!” You laugh off her adoration, and she wishes she could kiss you then and there, to prove that she’s serious. “You’re too nice, El.”

“Well, you saying that just proves that I really do like you, a lot. I’m not nice to people, I push them away. But you, I could never hurt you like that, or in any way. And if anyone else ever did, or tried to, I- I-“ Smoke starts curling off of her at the thought, eyes lighting up orange in fury.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…” you tell her sweetly, putting your hand at the spot between her neck and shoulder, partially covered by the neckline of her tee shirt...but uncovered enough for the healing energy of your touch to radiate through her.

She happily allows this, taking a deep breath and calming down so much faster than she would’ve on her own. It was meant to be a reassuring hand on the shoulder, but she got so much more from it.

From you.

“Thank you,” she says gratefully. You yawn, removing your hand as you stretch.

“I have another question,” you say. “And please don’t be afraid to say no.”

“Okay,” Ellie replies, curious.

“Well, I was thinking… The cats always sleep on my whole torso area at night… So, to give them extra nourishment, I was thinking about sleeping without a shirt on? So I’ll have skin-to-skin contact with them. If you’re not comfortable with that, it’s totally fine, they’re doing really great health-wise, I just wanted to give them a boost. You know how worried I get, especially about Witchy.”

Twitchy-Witchy (nicknamed “Witchy”) is the runt of the litter and is, well, twitchy! She’s less social than the others, and will hide when anyone other than you or Ellie approaches.

“Yeah, sure. I mean, you could sleep without a shirt on if you just didn’t wanna wear a shirt,” Ellie tells you, returning to being glad about her ability to hide her feelings from you. Her anticipation is returning, and she’d hate for you to think of her as some sort of creep!

“Oh! Sorry, I just didn’t wanna cross any lines or make things weird. But I probably made it weird by asking, didn’t I?”

“No, it was thoughtful of you. You’re so thoughtful…” Ellie says, a mysterious glint in her eye as she looks you over, hoping it’s not obvious she’s imagining what tonight’s gonna be like. She probably won’t even be able to sleep, not that she gets very much sleep anyway with all those thoughts of you bouncing around her head.

You blush at her comment. Ellie wonders how much you’d heat up if you knew about her thoughts, and it’s tempting to tell you… But she knows it’d be too soon. She has to be careful, methodical. She wouldn’t want to scare you, her perfect, delicate flower, away.

“What do you wanna do for the date, anyway? I was thinking a movie, but we wouldn’t get to talk very much if we did that. But I want it to be relaxing, since we’re away from the kids- kittens, for the afternoon and evening.”

“Maybe we could go to Chuck E. Cheese and inspect the pizzas to see if they’re really made of leftovers,” she suggests, snickering a bit. “My family took me and my brothers once, and they have this co-op Terminator game that’s really fun, even if you haven’t seen the movies.”

“That sounds great!” You agree. “I love it.”

And I love you, Ellie thinks.

That Friday, the two of you have an amazing time at Chuck E. Cheese, giggling and bonding over jokes and games, somehow enjoying pizza the same texture as cardboard.

“Kiss my hand for luck, please?” You ask Ellie, watching the light spin in the game you’re playing, Cyclone.

She blushes deeply, but tenderly takes your hand in her own and gently kisses the top. You watch the light dance between the bulbs before pressing the button.

“Holy shit, jackpot! Oh my god, this is the most fun I’ve ever had in my life,” You declare, tickets spewing from the machine.

“Really?” Ellie asks.

“Well...Yeah. You’re just so fun to be around, I feel so safe and happy with you. Sorry if that’s dumb, I just really like you.”

“No, it’s not dumb at all. I feel the same way about you,” she admits. She liked how you made her feel, too. The only time you ever made her feel bad was when she thought she’d never be with you, and that was really her making herself feel bad by being insecure. She tears the tickets from the machine once they’re done spewing, folding them up and keeping them with the others you’d earned together. “Being around you just makes me feel... Better. No matter what.”

“That’s so sweet!” you cheer, giving her a peck on the cheek and taking her hand. You take her to the next game, Skee-ball. “I suck at this, but it’s still fun.”

“I’ve been told I’m pretty good, do you want me to help you?” Ellie bluffs. She was average at best, but the easy excuse to be in close quarters with you was too tempting.

“Sure,” you reply, and something in your smile and the way you blush tells her you’re at least partially aware of her scheme...And that you like it. You put the required tokens into the slot.

Standing behind you with her chin on your shoulder, she takes your wrist into her hand. “Let go in 3…” She says quietly into your ear, relishing in your poorly-disguised shivering before she gently sways your arm forward. “2…” Then, back. Then, forward. “1.” You let go, and miraculously, it rolls up the ramp swiftly before bouncing into the 10,000 hole in the top corner.

“I guess at this point there’s no denying it. You’re my lucky charm, El,” you decide, turning to your date, who smiles at this, pleased.

The two of you continue to play various games before eventually running out of both tokens and energy.

“Okay, Y/N, cover me. I’m gonna do a trick my dad taught me,” she mutters as the two of you walk to the ticket counter. You stand between her and the woman at the prize counter, subtly looking around for personnel while she holds the ticket in place, letting the machine read it over and over again until it gets to about five hundred. She lets the tickets go in, and does this with the next strand, and the next, and the next.

At the end of it, you two have five thousand, five hundred and fifty tickets, at least, according to the receipt.You both approach the counter, and the attendant looks at your receipt.

“Uh-huh…” she eyes you both, but shrugs, deciding either that you two looked skilled enough to have this amount of tickets, or that it wasn’t worth pursuing. “Pick out your prizes.”

“Ooh, Ellie, wouldn’t that mini gumball machine be so cute to keep the kittens’ toys in? Plus, gum. It’s three-thousand tickets, so I understand if-”

“No, I like that idea,” Ellie cuts you off, before putting an arm around your waist to bring you closer, not liking the way the attendant was looking at you: giving you her full attention, not even bothering to hide it. “We’ll have the gumball machine, please.”

“Alright… You’ve got two thousand, five hundred and fifty tickets left.”

“Maybe the giant slinky? We could give it to Yukio for pet-sitting, she likes colorful stuff and novelty stuff,” Ellie suggests.

“Ooh, yeah! And then we could use the rest of the tickets to get little things the cats can play with? Like the rubber bracelets, those should be fine as long as we keep an eye on them.”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea,” Ellie agrees.

“Oh, but what about you? You deserve something,” you insist.

“Y/N… I think I’m good,” Ellie chuckles, and you remember that most of these prizes are, in fact, for young children.

“Right…” You nod. “Alright, we’ll have the giant rainbow slinky and as many of those small rubber bracelets and plastic frogs as we can get, if that’s alright,” you politely ask the woman behind the counter. She nods, uses her calculator, writes down your desires, retrieves all the requested items, and gives them to you and Ellie in a plastic bag. “Thank you so much, ma’am. Have a nice evening.”

“You two...too,” she replies with a laugh, and you laugh back. Jealousy courses through Ellie’s veins.

“Here, let me get the bag,” Ellie offers. She takes it and holds out her other arm for you to intertwine yours with. You do, leaving the arcade together. You rest your head on her shoulder the taxi ride home. She pets your hair, soothing you to sleep on the half-hour drive back.

It’s another week later when Ellie returns to her dorm from Poetry Club in a panic. She’d accidentally grabbed your math notebook, which could only mean you had her poetry journal.

She throws open the door, and finds her worst fear: You’re reading it.

“Y/N, I- I can explain,” she says, but she really can’t. Who can?

“These poems are really beautiful, Ellie. I can’t believe they’re about- About me.”

That’s not the reaction I was expecting. Maybe the one I was hoping for, but…

“Definitely not the reaction I was expecting,” Ellie breathes. You rise up from the bed, closing the notebook and approaching her. You give it to her, afterwards pressing your lips to hers in a gentle, but passionate kiss. She drops the notebook, holding your waist tightly. Eventually, you part, foreheads pressed together.

“Ellie, I- I read them all, and… I- I want to take comfort in you, like what you said. And I know that there’s a darkness in you, and that embracing it will probably cost me my soul… But a part of me just doesn’t care.”

“Perfect,” Ellie responds, taking your face in her hands. She presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re all mine.”

You nod, looking into those beautiful eyes of hers.

“All yours.”

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Merry Christmas, @raewrites98!

Merry Christmas! I hope you will enjoy this little something I wrote for you. I poured my heart into it. And also, because it is Malec, this is a gift that will keep on giving. I was at roughly 8,000 words when I realized the limit was 5,000 so I had to edit it. But, after Boxing Day, it will be uploaded to my AO3 and I will of course link you. What you are reading as part of your gift is about one half of  what I have written (don't worry, it makes sense as it is and was stopped where I originally wanted to but Malec wouldn't stop being adorable!) 

 If I were on A03 these would be some of the tags: #Human AU #SingleDad AU #Christmas cheer all around #One Meet Cute #Two Meet Cutes #Three Meet Cutes #Baby #DOG #fluff fluff fluff

Read on AO3

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The Dog, the Toddler, and their Parents.

There's nothing better to become acquainted with a new city than going on runs to explore and Magnus has been doing just that for a couple of months. From regular parks to dog parks to running along the river or on the beach. From quiet greens to chasing squirrels -not him, his dog- to catching his breath while walking back to his apartment. Perfect to find quaint coffee shops and to wander the streets. One hand buried in the thick fur of the massive Newfoundland dog treading by his side, loyal, his tongue hanging out. Tail wagging whenever people coo because he's adorable.

It's a hot summer morning and Magnus has it in mind to get some iced coffee before going home. He deserves it. The bell jingles as he opens the door of the coffee shop, Buddy on his heels. Just before his eyes catch the No dogs allowed sign and he scowls, takes a step back, already cursing under his breath. Cursing even more when his back hits something sturdy. Yet warm.

He turns around to meet all 6 feet or perhaps even more of a very fitted, very smartly-dressed frame. Complete with a clean shaved face and fluffy hair and thick eyelashes. And dark eyes snapping from a phone to Magnus' studying gaze.

“Sorry,” the man mumbles, oblivious and he pockets his phone, lets Magnus step out. “Nice dog.”

“Thanks. He's not allowed inside, though.”

“I know. Most stupid rule.” He lets Buddy sniff his hand before the dog decides the stranger is friendly and lets him pet his head. “He's the most gorgeous thing.”

Magnus nods, well aware that his dog is a crowd-pleaser. Still very much thirsty.

“I better get going. Find a place where he's welcome and I can buy a drink.”

“I'll get it for you,” the stranger offers matter-of-factly, smiling at the dog then up at Magnus. Broad smile of white teeth and Magnus believes his swooning and racing heartbeat are largely due to the bright sunshine. Yes.

“You would?”

“Sure. It's not like it'll make me late. I'm already here.”

He shrugs and Magnus fishes change in his pocket, gives his order and watches from the street as the tall, handsome stranger waits in line for their drinks.

Buddy's head rests on his lap and he's drooling on Magnus' sweatpants when the bell jingles again and a much appreciated iced coffee appears on the small wooden table.

“You're an angel,” Magnus praises and maybe it's the sun, maybe it's not, but the man's cheeks turn a shade pinker.

“I gotta go now. Have a good one!” He balances his bag, his own coffee and strides down the street, his pace slowing just a tiny bit when Magnus shouts back.

“Maybe we'll see each other around! Wasn't he a work of art?” he asks more quietly to the dog, scratching his head and Buddy licks his hand. “Yes, I thought so, too.”

 Magnus knows how to recognize art when he sees it, it is his job after all. The new art gallery is small but it fits the funky, free-spirited college district and it's not like he could refuse when Ragnor asked him to temporary come help while he was in Europe. Besides, Magnus enjoys it. The calm and people smiling. Not like a small town where everybody knows everyone yet not as hectic as New York.

He adores the architecture and taking Buddy on long walks in the historical neighborhood to look at the colonial houses, red bricks and adorable front yards. Students milling around the steep streets. Students coming to check out the new art on display.

Not the same crowd as the one they're expecting for the unveiling of a new series of photographs. A European artist Ragnor has found in Sweden that he simply adores. Magnus has to agree while he puts the final touches to the frames and the black bowties and the flowing gowns enjoying their evening in the building on this particular evening seem to agree.

Isabelle is almost set on buying a particularly gorgeous photograph portraying a frozen lake and a family of ducks waddling in the snow. It's captivating and radiates peace and it will be perfect in her practice.

She links her arm with Alec's, eager to hear what he thinks.

“You'd buy all of them if you could,” he teases and it's so true she can't argue with it. She could, though, buy them all. Except then she'd run out of room.

She reaches for another glass of champagne, offers one to Alec and her eyes sparkle.

“Aren't you glad you came tonight? This is so much fun!”

“I was going to have fun at home, too.”

“But not with your favorite sister!”

He can't help smiling down at her, at how she's not so subtly hinting at perfect Christmas presents even though it's only August. It's nice to mingle and to be out among adults outside of work, Izzy's right. And he's also mesmerized by the composition of some pictures. Art is beautiful and Clary will have to come check out the exhibition next time she's in town.

He snaps a picture to send to her later. He checks his texts to be reassured that everything is well at home and when he finds his sister again, she's in deep conversation with a somewhat familiar face. As he comes closer, Alec recognizes the hair from the red hightlights in it. It's more stylish than the last time they've met and the loose tank top has been replaced by a shirt with an intricate pattern and a velvet jacket but it's still the same handsome face, with less sweat and more make-up than that morning a few days ago.

Magnus' sentence trails off, unfinished when Alec stops by Izzy's side. He smiles, surprised.

“I did tell you we'd see each other again!”

“You did,” Alec laughs and shakes the extended hand. “Alec Lightwood.”

“Magnus Bane. I'm filling in for Ragnor Fell.”

“Do you know each other?” Izzy asks, confused. Intrigued. No longer interested in what Magnus was telling her about the artist's background.

“Your boyfriend was of very valuable help to me a couple of days ago.”

Izzy makes a face.

“My brother, thank you very much.”

“A real life saver, your brother,” Magnus grins and Alec shakes his head, finishes his champagne. It's warm in the room, people chatting all around.

“Magnus here has the most beautiful dog I have ever seen.”

“You do?”

“I like to think so, yes,” he beams.

“What is it?”

He shows her pictures of the Newfoundland on his phone and Izzy has truly forgotten about the art, gushing at the screen.

“Izzy's a vet,” Alec supplies.

“If you ever need something for...”

“Buddy.”

“...for Buddy, I'll be happy to assist.”

“I'll keep it in mind, thank you. No wonder you were interested in Winter Family, then.”

Satisfied that he has sidetracked his sister from growing too invested in Magnus as a person or to start poking at the fact that he obviously finds him to his liking, Alec relaxes and listens to their excited conversation. All the terms Magnus uses as he describes the photographs, the rhythm of his voice and the singing words. A very nice melody indeed.

Until his phone buzzes with Aline's number and he has to pick up.

“Sorry, home,” he apologizes to Izzy.

She waves him off and Magnus is distracted for a moment, watching Alec stop in an empty corner, phone at his ear, a worried look in his eyes.

“Is everything all right?” he can't help asking but Izzy doesn't look troubled.

“I'm sure everything's splendid. He's too tense sometimes. Family and all. But he's great fun when he lets his hair down!”

“I'm sure,” Magnus chuckles at the cheery tone and the not-so-innocent, pointed look she gives him.

Nonetheless, Alec doesn't re-appear for the rest of the evening and Izzy eventually excuses herself to join her brother. After she's made an appointment with Magnus to further discuss potential acquisitions.

 Large dogs have plenty of energy to spend and Magnus is grateful for it because it means he goes outside a lot. He doesn't know many people in town yet, doesn't have many friends around. The most social he gets is thanks to Buddy. Running for miles in late September when it's still nice weather. Playing fetch, terrifying geese.

Flushed cheeks and short of breath, but loving the fall and crisp leaves and calling after the dog who's been distracted by a father and toddler on his way from bringing his ball back.

The dog is massive, beyond excited and the little boy is giggling to no end, trying to fend off the wet tongue attempting to lick his face clean.

“Buddy, here! I'm so sorry!” Magnus apologizes profusely, jogging to the blanket just as the man stands up, scooping the child in his arms. “Oh, it's you,” he says flatly when he recognizes Alec.

“Does this mean you're not sorry anymore?” Alec jokes, the dog pushing against his leg in the hope of being petted.

“I am. I truly am. He adores people.”

“We like dogs, too. But we already had a bath this morning, didn't we?”

The little boy squeals, reaches his tiny hands down to touch the big dog. Magnus grabs Buddy by the collar and yanks him back. The dog whines.

“Hello,” he says when the dog has settled down.

Alec gives a laugh. “Hi.”

“Having yourself a picnic, uh?” Magnus surveys the cozy blanket spread on the grass, the backpack with toys and the half finished sandwich that none of the men has time to save before Buddy wolfs it down. Magnus is mortified. He wants to crawl into a hole with his silly dog and disappear forever.

Alec finds his crestfallen face adorable and actually cute but he doesn't say it. He wouldn't want to further embarrass him.

“Bad dog! I am so sorry. Really. I'll buy you another one.”

Magnus spins on his heels looking for a food cart, or anything to save the day. The dog licks his chops, the toddler giggles as Alec bounces him in his arms.

“It's fine, really. I was done.”

“Coffee at least.” This is so embarassing and Magnus needs to repay Alec for that very first iced coffee anyway now that he knows he hadn't given him enough to cover the cost and that the then handsome stranger had paid the difference without telling him.

“Perhaps another time,” Alec declines politely. “Sundays are Max days. I don't see enough of him during the week.”

He makes a silly face at his son, kisses his giggling cheek and Magnus feels like he's intruding. It's the most precious thing he's ever witnessed though. Alec attacking his son with kisses and the boy leaning away from the stubble while still laughing to the point of hicupping. It's so cute it makes his heart swell.

“Have a good Sunday, then,” Magnus starts heading off and Alec's head snaps back in his direction.

“You too!”

“And if I see you again,” which he hopes he will, “you're not getting out of this coffee deal!”

“It's a date!” Alec shouts back, the words out before he can think, the hair on the nape of his neck standing with a shiver. Magnus gives him a thumbs up and a dazzling smile.

 Alec doesn't bump into Magnus again. Not for weeks. It's getting darker and colder and the State Capitol is insane, work is overwhelming and socializing is out of the question. There's Halloween and that's it. Max in the evenings and the weekends, cuddling on the couch and playing. It's exhausting and Alec hasn't had a restful night of sleep since his son was born. He can't even remember what it feels like. When Max is sleeping he has to catch up with work and when Max is awake, he demands his father's entire attention.

Cries and screams and nightmares and tears and first steps and a baby crawling everywhere. Working out is overrated when all the exercise you need can happen at home. Besides, Max is clingy because he doesn't see his dad enough during the day and his tiny fist clutches Alec's collar as he attempts to have a normal phone conversation with his mother. Pacing the room.

“What the hell,” he exclaims suddenly, stopping dead. Max's babbles go on.

“You better not be swearing around my grandson.”

“He didn't hear it,” Alec lies. “Listen, mom, I gotta go.”

“Did he pee on you again?”

“That happened once, more than a year ago. Will you ever let it go?”

“Nope!” Maryse laughs in the phone and Alec rolls his eyes, says his goodbyes and hangs up.

He narrows his eyes at the suspicious shape on the wooden deck. It's black, hard to discern in the night outside but as he comes closer to the French doors, two bright eyes stare at him all of a sudden and a large tail starts wagging.

“What the hell,” he repeats, puzzled.

“Hell, Dada? Dada, hell?”

“Yes, no. We don't say that. Bad Dada.”

“Bad Dada. Oooh.”

Max's eyes grow as wide as the dog's when Alec opens the door and their unexpected guest quickly dashes inside. He clasps his hands gleefully and the dog barks, running in circles around Alec who is desperately trying to remember his name.

He knows whose dog it is, would recognize it anywhere. That size and that licking tongue. The dog looks thirsty.

“Easy there, buddy.” Buddy? That's his name, Alec thinks. “Buddy?” he tries and the dog's ears stand at attention. “Are you lost?” There's no collar on the dog.

“Dada! Dada! Dada!”

Max is wriggling in his father's arms, desperate to be close to the dog, delighted with the surprise and that's how Alec ends up sitting on the carpet, googling the art gallery to find Magnus' number while keeping a close eye on his son playing with the dog.

“Hello?” Thankfully, Magnus picks up quickly.

“Magnus? Bane? It's Alec. Lightwood? We met a couple of times? I bought your coffee and your dog ate my sandwich?”

As if Magnus wouldn't remember who Alec Ligthwood is. He'd be intrigued as to why he's calling now except he has more pressing matters at hand.

“I know who you are, yes.”

“I'm calling because I happen to have a new lodger who I think belongs to you.”

“What?”

“Your dog? I think your dog escaped and...”

“He did! Two days ago! Ran off during our run. Do you have him?”

Magnus almost strangles himself with his scarf in his haste to leave the art gallery.

“I think? He answered to his name.”

“Hold on. I'll Facetime you.”

He hangs up abruptly, manages to grab his cell phone with shaking hands and has to dial Alec's number twice before he gets it right.

“Show me,” he demands once Alec picks up again and his face appears on the screen.

Alec would scowl but he can understand Magnus' anguish at having lost his pet. So he directs the phone towards the dog intently observing the baby humming while he's stacking colourful cubes.

And just like that, Magnus can breathe again. The last couple of days have been hell and he's never going for runs in the forest ever again. He hasn't slept since he's lost Buddy.

“That's him! Can you...can I...your address...I'll...”

“I'll text you my address.”

“Thank you!” Magnus literally shouts at the screen before he hangs up and Alec has to smile tenderly at the phone.

The dog has been well-fed with leftover chicken and Max has adopted him by the time there's a knock on the front door.

“It's open!” Alec yells out and the dog scrambles on the hardwood floor as soon as he recognizes his owner.

There's a lot of barking ensuing, which leaves Max confused as to why his new friend doesn't want to play anymore. He cries out and Alec picks him up while Magnus calms the dog down. He's still shaking, not quite believing that his dog has been found. Buddy needs a bath and a bit of spoiling (or a lot). There are actual tears of relief in his eyes and that makes Alec a little emotional as well.

“Thank you so much,” Magnus' voice trembles a little. He's crouching to hug the dog, his face half buried in the fur. Yes, definitely a long bath.

“No problem.”

“I owe you more than that coffee now.”

“You remember?”

“I always remember the persons I owe a date to,” Magnus scoffs. “”Especially when they're as kind and handsome as you are.”

Alec scratches the back of his neck, smiling at the flirting.

“What do you say to coffee and dinner? To thank you?”

“You don't have to.”

“I want to.”

“And I never say no to food,” Alec admits, shameless.

Magnus clasps his hands, heart racing.

“Perfect!”

“Do you want a drink or something? After your emotions?”

The front door is still wide open but the dog is lying down by Magnus' legs, head resting on his front paws, calm and content. Magnus looks at the baby, his eyes survey the living room quickly.

“I wouldn't want to intrude on your family.”

Alec gives him a quizzical look as he walks by to close the front door. He gestures to the coat stand and Magnus sheds his jacket off.

“You're flirting with me, asking me out and yet you assume there's more to my family than Max.”

“I was just checking,” Magnus winks as he follows to the kitchen, taking in his surroundings. The messy living room, toys everywhere. The table which apparently doubles as an office desk. Pictures upon pictures on the white walls. Variations of Alec with different versions of Max. Them with his sister. Maybe a brother. His parents. “Now I know there's nobody else.”

“Well...,” Alec looks pointedly down at his son.

“Right. Sure. No husband or wife or girlfriend, I mean.”

“Definitely none of those.”

“Here, I'll take him,” Magnus offers when he sees Alec struggling to juggle his son and the two mugs for coffee. Max goes willingly in the foreign arms, instantly drawn to the shiny ear cuff. Magnus snags the little fingers away. “How old is he?”

“16 months old. He's a handful.”

“Looks like it.” Magnus winces when Max tugs on the chain around his neck, fascinated by the shimmers it makes in the artificial light.

“Dada!” Max complains when he's yanked away from the jewelry so he doesn't harm their guest. He forgets all about it once he gets to toddle towards the dog to hug him.

“He's going to make a scene when you leave,” Alec realizes.

“When Buddy leaves, you mean.”

“Right.” Alec isn't looking forward to it.

Magnus sighs with contentment at the first sip of warm coffee on his tongue, estactic at how the day has turned. He doesn't need all the flyers he was going to put up in town anymore.

“This is excellent coffee. I'll have to up my game for when I take you out.”

Alec smiles in his mug, steam in front of his eyes, stomach in actual knots. Close to blushing like a teenager. He hasn't flirted with anyone since Max was born. There's no time for it.

“I haven't been on a date in years,” he admits, shrugging. “We could go to a fast food restaurant and I'd be okay with it.”

Magnus looks appaled, shocked and he sets his mug down with a thud, processing the information.

“That would simply be scandalous, Alexander.”

“Alec.”

Magnus dismisses it with a wave of his hand.

“I will take you out for a night you won't ever forget.”

Alec really can't stop smiling, actually looking forward to it. Having Magnus in his house already feels nice. Comfortable. And Max doesn't mind him. One date might also stop Izzy from pestering him with hints about how dashing and fantastic and single the new manager of the art gallery is.

 When Alec comes out of his meeting the next Monday, there are five texts waiting for him on his personal phone. Two from the same number.

Hi. It's Magnus.

My dog ate your sandwich?

Alec chuckles, heart thudding and headache disappearing.

I remember yes, he types, sitting down at his desk, trying to ignore the stack of memos demanding his immediate attention.

Would you be able to find a babysitter for this Saturday evening?

Magnus is so thoughtful already that Alec is suddenly very much aware that he'll do anything to clear this specific night.

Can you watch Max on Saturday night? He texts Izzy and also Jace, and Lydia. First one to reply will call dibs. He doesn't wait before texting Magnus back.

Absolutely. I've been craving coffee and dinner.

And a little something extra.

I'm intrigued.

Good. Dress smartly.

When don't I? Alec types then never sends because his phone buzzes with a call from his sister and he gets caught in a drilling inquisition about him having a date and how of course she volunteers to babysit her nephew and who is he going out with? She screeches in the phone when Alec eventually admits it's Magnus and her squeals of joy might actually reflect how Alec is feeling on the inside, looking forward to the weekend.

So of course the week drags on and Max makes a fuss as soon as he realizes his aunt is here but his dad is leaving and it breaks Alec's heart to have to sneak out while his son is bawling. He's only reassured when Izzy texts to say that Max settled down in a matter of minutes.

Magnus is already waiting in front of the restaurant, looking flamboyant and as attractive as ever. Alec is simply mesmerized, forgetting his words.

“You look...wow,” he manages to stutter and Magnus chuckles. He takes a step forward, feeling silly for wanting to reach out and shake Alec's hand yet not knowing how to greet him.

“You don't look so bad yourself.” He brushes an invisible thread off Alec's coat. Alec feels so stupidly brainless, unable to reply. A mess. He's been out of the game for so long. “Shall we?” Magnus offers and Alec follows him inside the brightly lit restaurant. He nods to several persons, greets a few.

“You're well-known,” Magnus can't help but remark. Their table is at the front and Alec sits so he doesn't have to face the other patrons.

“My family's lived here for generations. And I work for the Governor so yeah. You'll probably be fresh news by morning. I should have mentioned that earlier,” he realizes, eyeing Magnus carefully.

“That's okay. Only jealous people gossip. Are you telling me I'm dating the elite in town, though?” Magnus teases, eyes twinkling and Alec laughs out loud.

“We're scandalous all right.”

“Oh. Do tell me more.” Magnus bats his eyelashes on top of his menu and the gesture alone makes Alec enamoured.

“Well, talking just for myself, I'm gay, living by myself and I have an adopted black child. Is that scandalous enough?”

“Ah. You mean scandalous for old folks. Because I have personally always wanted to date a gay politician with an adopted black son. So you're my perfect match, Alexander.”

“A...,” but Alec stops himself from correcting him. Magnus sounds happy and not put-off, not that Alec thought he would be. And dinner is a blast. Up until Magnus stands up after the main course and Alec looks at him, puzzled. They're not having dessert?

“We're coming back later for your coffee.” And dessert, Alec must be thinking so loudly that Magnus corrects himself. “And chocolate lava cake. For now, we're going over there.”

He points to the other side of the street, to the theatre and Alec looks at him, awestruck this time.

“Is that your little extra?”

“It is.”

“I haven't been to a play in ages!”

“So good call?”

“Excellent!”

“Is it okay with your babysitter?” Magnus suddenly worries. He doesn't know what time Alec told them.

“It's Izzy. She'll crash in the guest room if she needs to. Thank you! What are we seeing?”

He distractedly listens to Magnus, feeling blessed with the best date ever. Magnus really delivered. They don't have fantastic seats inside but it truly doesn't matter.

“Thank you,” Alec repeats, more calmly once they're seated and Magnus has been studying the program. Alec doesn't know how to properly thank him. Well, he does but words feel flat and it is only a first date but then he really wants to and he does overthink things and just as the lights deem, Magnus finally speak up.

“You can kiss me if you want.”

Because Alec has been staring at him for a few minutes. So intently that Magnus could feel the gaze burning his skin and Alec was torturing himself so loudly he was literally screaming his thoughts at Magnus.

There's a smile tugging at Magnus' lips when he turns towards Alec and then soft, smooth, warm lips land on his cheek and Alec whispers another quick thank you as the curtain opens and people clap.

Magnus leans over, not letting Alec settle back in his seat. He kisses him again. Properly. On the mouth. Fast because there's no time but Alec is grinning throughout the entire show, Magnus' hand clasped in his after only a few scenes. Sweaty palms but tender fingers and this beats teenage movie dates.

“Tonight was amazing,” Alec professes as they're waiting for cabs after the play. After dessert. After coffee.

Magnus smiles at their locked hands and how Alec is standing so close to him, visibly eager to kiss again, which Magnus gladly obliges to because kissing Alec is as great as he'd imagined, even if it's just a peck on the lips.

“I'll never forget it.”

“Mission accomplished,” Magnus prides himself, beaming. His eyes smile.

Alec is aware of what he should say next, of what he has to say but he's conflicted between ruining everything now or letting Magnus have tonight.

“Magnus, I...you should know that I don't...really have time...with Max and all. To...date,” he decides to go with honesty.

“I'd say you're doing great.”

“That was just one night. What if in the future...”

“Oh. Because there will be future dates?” Magnus teases and Alec looks down at their hands, up at Magnus' face.

“I thought...I mean, it was...”

“I'll tell you what. What if we try not to worry about what could or could not happen? I already know about Max. I don't mind. I'm so admirative of you for being a single dad. Let's take it one date at a time, okay?”

“Okay,” Alec exhales and Magnus grabs the lapels of his coat, foggy breath washing over his face.

“Next one is on you, by the way.”

Alec nods, chuckling and he hasn't been kissed goodbye like this in forever. It's the best feeling. To part but to know they'll see each other soon.

He's positively glowing when he comes back home, thanking his lucky star that Izzy has fallen asleep in front of the TV so he can escape her interrogation until the morning. He wants to keep the memories to himself for a few more hours.

Alec felt boring for suggesting movies for their second date but Magnus sounded delighted to just be able to spend time together. Which is precisely why Alec hated having to cancel on the very day. But he didn't feel comfortable leaving a sick Max at home. Magnus did say he wouldn't mind the implications of dating someone with a toddler.

Friday night in in sweatpants, then. Until there's an unexpected knock on the front door and Alec looks stunned to find Magnus on the other side.

“Hi!”

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought, since we couldn't go to the cinema, the cinema might as well come to you. You have Netflix, right?”

“Yes...”

“Great! I have pizza and beer and wine because I wasn't sure which one you'd prefer.”

“Wow,” is all Alec can say. Magnus is still standing outside on the porch.

“Too much?” Magnus worries all of a sudden, and he takes an actual step back, bracing himself for rejection.

“What? No. No! Absolutely not. I didn't...I wasn't...This is nice. You're nice.”

“Why, thank you. May I come in?”

“Yes. Sorry.”

Alec motions him inside, relieves him of the warm pizza boxes, his stomach growling at the smells.

“Hi, “Alec eventually says, realizing he hasn't said it yet.

“Hi,” Magnus says back and then they're kissing again and Alec decides that's all he wants to do for the rest of the evening. Kiss Magnus. In between pizza slices and sips of beer. In the kitchen and on the couch. Cuddling by themselves or when Alec has to soothe a fussing Max who ends up dozing on the couch with them.

“I promise he won't crash our next date,” Alec whispers while he's heating up a bottle.

Magnus is rocking Max gently, the toddler's head lolling on his shoulder, a small hand weakly clutching his arm.

“Don't make promises you might not be able to keep.”

“True.”

“I don't mind him, though. It's not like he can help it, the poor thing.”

It makes Alec hopeful to see Magnus with Max. That maybe he can have both. That Magnus won't be jealous. Alec wouldn't be able to handle it. He couldn't. That's a worry for later he supposes but it's so important for him. Because Max is his future and he needs to do everything to protect him.

“Okay. Ready.”

“Hey, Max. Daddy's got you something to drink,” Magnus says gently, nudging the little boy who makes to grab the bottle.

He ends up drinking it snuggled against his father's chest on the couch. The movie is still on but Alec has no clue what it's actually about.

“Hey, Magnus?”

“Yes?”

“When is Ragnor coming back?” He's aware he might ruin the night, even everything, but it will ruin any chance they have if he doesn't have an answer to those questions soon.

Magnus smiles faintly, understanding very well what Alec is actually asking.

“Early spring, he thinks. I may actually settle here and partner with him long term. Regardless of how my personal life evolves. I like it here.”

“Oh.”

“Good answer?” He throws his head back and it lands on Alec's spread arm on the back of the couch. Alec is staring at him, not blinking and then his shoulders relax noticeably.

“Yes. I'm sorry. I know we said we wouldn't worry about later and...is this a date?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. This is only our second date and God knows what might happen but...”

“But Max. I understand, Alec.”

“No Alexander?”

“I thought you didn't like Alexander.”

Magnus shuffles closer on the couch. Their shoulders touch. Alec's arm wraps around Magnus' shoulder and his hand gives a tentative squeeze.

“I like it when it's you,” Alec admits.

“I understand, Alexander,” Magnus corrects. He kisses Alec above Max's head. “He's your top priority and I respect that.”

Max burps then, decides he's done with his milk and throws the bottle on the carpet.

“Perfectly dignified. Thank you very much. Time for bed, mister.”

By the time Alec comes back downstairs, Magnus has cleaned the mess, paused the movie and Alec only has to come cuddle with him under the blanket. Cozy and homey and Magnus' arms are strong and Alec is sure he gives the human equivalent of a purr.

 He wakes up in the same position, daylight in his face, groggy. To Max babbling on the baby phone and to no more Magnus. His phone flashes with a text sent around midnight that he checks as he jogs up the stairs.

You looked like you needed rest so I didn't wake you up. Thank you for tonight.

You could have stayed. You should have stayed, Alec adds, unapologetic. He likes Magnus and Magnus likes him.

Magnus replies almost at once, with a happy emoji and Buddy would have made a mess.

Alec would facepalm if he wasn't currently holding his son. Looking no longer as sick as the previous days.

Do you want to come for breakfast? You can bring him.

Are you sure?

Yep. Unless you have work?

Dot will open. What are we having?

I cook a mean omelette.

You cook? I'll be there in five!

Alec laughs at his phone, kisses his son's nose. Max giggles.

“Magnus is coming back. You remember Magnus from last night? He's Dada's boyfriend now so you'll likely see him a lot. He has that big fluffly dog you like. You get to play with the dog today. Isn't that fantastic? Big, big dog.”

“Woof?” Max answers because he knows his animals. He has a book with all the sounds.

“Yes. Woof is coming.”

Max is playing more than eating with his fruit when their guests arrive, Buddy sniffing around, ready to catch any food available. Max squeals so loudly his father winces. Magnus leans over the counter to see what Alec is doing. Sweat shines on his forehead despite the cold.

“Did you jog all the way here?”

“I was already running when you texted. And I figured you'd already seen me without make-up so it wouldn't scare you.”

Alec barks out a dry laugh.

“I like your face no matter what,” he mutters and Magnus is smirking at him when he looks up from his frying pan. “Although I liked your... last night,” Alec points roughly at Magnus' face, making a vague gesture, “...brought out your eyes.”

Magnus rounds the counter to come lean by Alec's side, elbows resting on the cold marble. He watches in comfortable silence, the oil sizzling and how effortless it is for Alec to cook. It's domestic and feels natural, nothing awkward about it. No one would believe they've only been dating for a week. Magnus shakes his head. This is crazy. Better not think about it. Better to think about how secretly thrilled he was that Alec invited him again so soon.

He sighs and Alec looks away from his preparation.

“What is it?”

“Thank you,” Magnus simply says, standing up straight to kiss him.

“By the way, I told Max you were my boyfriend,” Alec mention matter-of-factly, cheeks heating up nonetheless.

“Did you now? Does he approve?”

The little boy keeps throwing pieces of brioche on the floor for the dog to eat and Buddy has perfetly understood what the game is about. Alec points at the scene and Magnus glances over his shoulder.

“He approves of the dog,” Alec says, “so I suppose that's a yes?”

“Good for me.”

Alec hums in agreement, Magnus' warming palms resting on his chest, sliding up to his shoulders and he forgets about breakfast for a short while.

“I think being your boyfriend sounds terrific,” Magnus decides against Alec's lips, hot hand on his hips as they share a smiling kiss.