#and his paws are still red from allergies

[soft--dogs]

i'm worried about boomer's appointment tomorrow ;_;

[nonushu]

you vs. cat - chwe hansol

genre: fluff | wc: 520 | warnings: allergies | bf!vernon x reader a/n: my cat's name is jeolmi. i also found out recently that vernon (cat lover) is allergic to cats !

“vernon, are you crying?”

his brown teary eyes look up at you, still petting your cat on the floor. 

“no?” he sniffles. 

the disapproving look on your face scared no one, not even vernon. no matter how many times you tell him, he never listens, he just has to pet your cat, jeolmi. 

“babe, your eyes are kinda red,” you try reasoning. “y’know, you shouldn’t stay around her for too long, ‘cause your allergies…”

“m’fine,” he says, turning away from you to put his full attention on your cat. “plus, i can handle it.” he coos. 

the feline follows his touch, urging him to keep petting. as much as you thought it was cute and all—vernon babying your cat and somewhat ignoring you—you wonder how long he can even manage to withstand his allergies. sure, they weren’t too bad to begin with, and you know it’d be the least of his worries if it meant being able to play with jeolmi. 

“you’re so cute, mimi,” he says, cupping the cat’s face, causing yours to scrunch.

you sigh and move away from the kitchen island to the living room where vernon and jeolmi sit. even though he hears you, he doesn’t turn around to see you, which makes you pout. once behind him, you grab his hair, lightly pulling his head back so he can look up at you. 

“hey,” you grumble. “i know jeolmi is so cute and you like her and she likes you, but—”

“but what?” he says playfully while jeolmi uses her paws to place on his chest.

jeolmi makes a noise as if she is trying to get vernon’s attention back on her. you whine at this when vernon brings his head back down to make more cooing noises at her. 

you let yourself fall behind his back, wrapping your arms around his waist. you don’t see his face, but he’s smirking because he’s knowingly trying to tease you. 

“but what, babe?”

your lips pursed. “but i’m here too,” you whine again, pushing your face into his back. “and i’m cute too…” you muffle in the fabric. 

vernon lets go of jeolmi, leaving her to continue her daily routine. he turns his body with your arms still around his waist making you fall into his lap. his hands meet your waist and he pulls you closer in his embrace, giving you the same treatment as he did with jeolmi. 

“y/n, are you jealous?” he asks, hearing the dorky grin in his voice. 

you don’t answer him but your arms tightening around him tells him everything he needs to know. 

“i only love you,” he grins, that stupid dorky grin you can still hear. “just saying.”

“you mean i’m the only human you love,” you mumble. “you love my cat more than me.”

vernon snorts and you feel his stomach huff. he chuckles uncontrollably, making you sit up and stare at him in disbelief. scoffing, you turn to crawl away but he quickly hugs you again. you feel his breath come closer to your ear.

“you’re the only one i love,” he whispers, hugging you tighter.

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

How Far Are You Willing To Go? - 1

PAIRINGS: Ex-husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

SUMMARY: Amid a quiet life post-divorce initiated by Ghost himself, his past resurfaces when his ex-wife and their young children are abducted. He's thrust into a desperate race against time to save them, facing his own demons and fighting to protect his family at any cost. Question is, how far is he willing to go?

WARNINGS: Angst, if you squint. Simon being a dummy for getting a divorce. Incorrect knowledge of allergies and asthma (please help a girlie out)

WORD COUNT: 1,096

*not proof-red*

ENJOY!

“Rylan needs to take his-,” you immediately get interrupted by his low and rough voice. “Meds, by seven in the evening after having his dinner. Yeah, I know,” you can’t help but feel that there is a trace of disdain in his voice.

Oh, how you’ve heard so many variations of that voice. From the usual rough and dark, to how soft and loving it could go. The latter was a rarity for people to hear, who meet him outside of your home’s doors. For you, however, it was common. Was being the key word. It may have not been the voice you heard 24/7, but it was a voice you heard daily.

You look at him and eye the black surgical mask he wears, “right,” you pause. “Just wanted to make sure,” you give him a purse smile, before bending down to be at eye level with your six-year-old.

“Kyla, be good and take care after your brother. Be kind in school and do your homework. Call me if you ever need some help with it, ok?” You try to wear out the imaginary creases on her little brown cardigan.

She nods her head like a mini determined soldier and says a very affirmative ‘yes Mama.” Then you move over to kneel in front of your youngest, Rylan. The four-year-old with the many existing allergies. He rubs his nose, and you tut at him, “use a tissue honey, here blow into this.” You hand him the handkerchief you always carry around for this exact reason. “Do you have your inhaler?” You ask your boy, and he nods proudly as he reaches into his pocket and shows you the small piece of plastic.

“Call me if you need Mama, ok Rylan?” You rest your hands on his shoulders, and pat down on the sweater, you look into the light brown eyes he inherited from his father and kiss his forehead. He nods at you one last time before turning around and running to your ex-husband’s family truck. Kyla kisses your cheek one last time before screaming a “buh-bye Mama” and running off to catch up with her little brother.

You stand back up and cross your arms, heart hurting a little knowing you’d be spending two weeks without your children. But what can you do? Not complain, of course.

It was part of the divorce agreement that Simon is allowed to have the children over at his place for three weeks maximum, whenever he returns from deployment. You reluctantly agreed, purely to the reason that you wouldn’t survive if you were in Simon’s place and couldn’t be able to see your kids.

You were kind in that way.

Simon loved you for it.

He loved everything about you.

He still does.

The ice around his heart thaws as he sees your eyes become bleary as you watch the kids climb into his backseat.

He hates seeing you sad.

He does everything in his power to mask the emotions he feels, and he does it well.

“Well,” you sniffle, “I-uh….I’ll leave you to it then.” You wipe your eyes nonchalantly before tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear as a sort of distraction to what you feel currently.

It was always hard for you whenever Simon comes to pick up the kids.

The mother hen in you does not want to send them with him. But you know, a 100 percent sure, that they’re safer with him than with you, considering Simon’s military experience.

One of the main reason’s Simon broke things off with you.

Simon nod’s, his hands remain in the pockets of his hoodie. You lift the little paw patrol and the little Bluey child suitcases and hand it to him. “There are three weeks’ worth of clothes in there, for each of them,” you stick your hands to the side immediately after he takes them into his rough and calloused ones.

“Please call me if-,” you start, but he interrupts you again. “Anything happens. Yeah, I know,” he says with a rough tone that says, “you seriously think they’ll get hurt with me?”.

“Right…...right,” you nod as you whisper, the words more of a reassurance to you.

You try to peak at his eyes under his hoodie, but to no avail, you couldn’t see them under his black tainted sports sunglasses.

His phone starts to ring, and he pulls out of his back pocket to see the caller ID revealing the caller “Price”.

“I’ll see you in two weeks then,” you say, knowing he has to go. He nods in response before turning away and heading back to his truck, he places the suitcases in the passenger seat before double checking the buckles on the child-seat’s where Kyla and Rylan are sat in.

He does all the dad checkup’s before getting in the driver’s seat.

He see’s you through the tainted windows of his truck.

He rolls the back window down so the kids can say their final goodbye’s

“Bye Mama!” Both kids scream and the wave with smiles on their faces. You chuckle wetly as tears silently roll down your cheeks.

You know they’re safe with Simon, but you heart still hurts that they won’t be around for a while.

Simon sees the tears and his own heart breaks.

He pulls out of the driveway with a heavy heart, hating to see the love of his life in tears.

He sighs before pulling out his phone and clicking on Price’s caller ID.

The old Captain picks up after two rings.

“Ghost, we need you.”

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Guess who's back? Back again?

Hey Lovelies!

I know it's been a while, but uni has started and I am trying to re-slay. Here is the much-awaited Simon series I have always wanted to start.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℱ𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝒾ℊ𝓃ℯ𝒹

Relationship: lawyer!amazon Natasha Romanoff x plus size!short female reader (Big Red and Peach)

Word Count: ~2.4k

Summary: It’s your birthday and Nat knows just how to spoil you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (scissoring, oral), f/f relationship, so much fluff, a cute cat, reader is a swiftie, they’re in love y’all, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: In the midst of writing all the wonderful Kinktober smut I had to churn out this little beauty. These two are so adorable, the NY babes are gonna be fun to play with.

I do not do taglists, so if you want to stay up to date on all of my fics, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

You let out a snort when you woke up, whining and screwing your eyes closed while you buried your face in the pillow to block out the sun. It was your birthday, and all you wanted was to curl up under the blankets and avoid everyone and everything until tomorrow.

“Happy Birthday!!”

“Shut the fuck up.” You growled and frowned at Nat when she walked into the room with a ridiculously large pile of pancakes. With whipped cream. And sparklers. Damn her and her cheery morning attitude. “It’s too early.”

“It’s nine o’clock, peach.” She beamed at you and sat down on the bed, setting the platter of decadent breakfast on the nightstand before stretching her body over yours so she could nuzzle into your hair and kiss your ear. “And I want to spend as much of my special girl’s special day spoiling her.”

“Ugh… fine.” It was hard to stay upset when she was sitting there in just a cami and panties, especially when she bounced happily and made her perfect boobs jiggle in a way that made you want to shove your face between them. “But we’re not going out, right?”

“Of course not.” Nat placed the tray on your lap when you sat up, clapping when you blew out the sparklers and winding her arms around your neck so she could kiss your cheek. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.” She laughed when your kitten jumped up on the bed and tried to put his paw right in the whipped cream. “Except for little Gus-Gus, of course!”

You couldn’t help but smile when Nat started cuddling the kitten while you ate your pancakes. She kept leaning over to kiss whipped cream off the corners of your lips, and fuck if that didn’t do things to you. The woman had taken the whole day off work just so she could spend it with you, it’s not like you could really be mad about your birthday when that was the situation.

As soon as you were finished she was shoving the kitten into your arms and dragging you downstairs, that gorgeous smile still on her face that made you feel all gooey inside. Then you saw the living room and kitchen and you wanted to laugh and cry all at once.

Flowers. Bouquets on every surface and garlands strung from the ceilings with sprays on the walls. Delphiniums and asters and anemones and snapdragons and ranunculus. All of your favorites. It smelled like an English garden, and it looked like one. Plus there were bright ribbons everywhere, and a hand painted banner that said ‘happy birthday’ in calligraphy. You didn’t know how to react.

“I cannot believe you did all this.” Damn, your eyes were all misty. Maybe she would believe it was allergies? “You’re really leaning into the sugar mommy thing.”

“Or, I just love my little peach and how her face looks when she’s happy.” After she set the tray in the sink she wrapped you in her arms and kissed the top of your head. “And how you pretend like you don’t get all teary when you get nice things. Which you deserve, baby girl.”

“Shut up.” You huffed out a laugh and buried your face in her boobs. “Thank you.”

“Of course, honey.” Nat placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head back so she could look you in the eyes, still smiling when she leaned down to kiss you softly. “I love you.”

“I couldn’t tell.” You giggled when she growled playfully and bit your bottom lip. “I love you too, so much.”

“That’s my good girl.” She kissed you one more time before leading you to sit on the couch in front of a very large pile of gifts. “And now it’s time for presents!”

“Dear god.” You sighed when you flopped onto the couch with the kitten in your lap, chuckling in disbelief when she brought the first of you didn’t even know how many presents to you. “These are all wrapped way too nicely, Nat. I feel bad about ruining the paper. It’s too much.”

“Hush.” She sat down in front of you and rested her chin on her knees. “First off, you deserve all the gifts in the world because you’re wonderful. And second, we need to make your work room more comfy cozy now that you’re home all the time. Give it that peachy flair.”

“Okaaaaaaay…” you unwrapped the first gift as carefully as possible, letting out a shuddering and slightly emotional breath when you got a look at it. “Jesus Christ.”

What could you say, she knew you. Really well. In addition to the beautiful new laptop, she got you a vintage typewriter just in case you wanted to ‘write aesthetically’, which was just adorable even though you had no idea what it meant. There were lovely pictures of the vintage furniture she had bought to fill the space, with promises that the two of you would spend weekends refinishing and painting it together so it would look exactly the way you wanted.

Then there were the borderline excessive Taylor Swift related presents, which did make you cry. You didn’t even know how she found cardigans for every single album, much less little tiny matching ones for Gus to wear. The record player didn’t make much sense until you started unwrapping the vinyls of each album in aesthetically pleasing colors, including each of the ‘Taylor’s Version’ albums with promises to complete the collection as they continued being released. She insisted on putting the Eras bracelet on you herself as soon as you opened it, and her smile got even wider when you squeaked at the tickets to the Toronto show. It was absolutely over the top, but she looked so happy every time you opened something, and seeing her happy made you happy, so fuck it.

“I have no idea how you’re going to keep this up for every birthday and Christmas from now on.” You snuggled into her shoulder and pulled your “Midnights” cardigan closer around yourself, smiling while you looked at the framed vintage print of “Great War” lyrics. “Or where I’m going to put everything if you keep it up.”

“I’ll just have to buy a bigger house.” Nat kissed the top of your head and chuckled softly, turning on ‘How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days’ while she wrapped her arms around you. “Who really needs a retirement account?”

“Um, you do.” You looked up at her and grinned when she started rubbing your hips. “Because I’m not gonna start working again, and once I put you in an old age home, I’ll need something to maintain the lifestyle I’m becoming accustomed to.”

“Old age home?” She scoffed when you just grinned wider and nodded at her. “Little girl, you are asking for your birthday spanks.”

“Wait… Nat!” You squealed when she slapped your ass then tried to flip you over, kicking your legs and trying to get away while she just manhandled you like it was nothing. “This isn’t fair, I’m tiny!”

“Which is just fantastic for me.” She laughed when you yelped as she lifted you up so she could bite your left ass cheek before tossing you over her lap and giving you a good smack. “Tiny and thick, just look at that.”

“Hey!” You pouted and looked over your shoulder when she grabbed a handful of your ass and shook it. “Don’t jiggle me!”

“But I love the jiggle.” Nat gave you another spank and growled when it sent a ripple over your exceptionally voluptuous rear end. “Now, hold still.”

After about five you finally stopped squirming, just wiggling a little each time her hand met your skin. Your breathing kept getting heavier, though, and you couldn’t hold back your soft little whines. Once she got halfway through you were openly moaning like a whore, completely forgetting about the movie and pushing your ass up to meet her hand. Yeah, you were getting wet. Like, really wet. And hot. You didn’t even notice when she landed another solid slap and you spread your legs, biting your lips when you felt your pussy throb. Damn her, she really did know you.

“There we go.” As soon as she finished she yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere you couldn’t see before she started teasing her fingers over the insides of your thighs. “Just look how messy your pretty little pussy is, peachy girl! And from a spanking. Tsk, whatever should we do about it?”

“Dunno…” you were mumbling and perhaps drooling but if she didn’t do something about the situation between your legs soon you might cry. “Natasha…”

“Aww, did somebody get a little stupid?” Nat just grinned when you nodded as she turned you over and spread your legs even wider. “Does baby need mommy to take care of her and her sloppy cunt?”

“Yes mommy.” You gasped when she propped your ankle on her shoulder so she could pull off her own panties, licking your lips when she hooked a knee over your thigh that was laying on the couch until she was straddling you. “Mommy…”

“Shhh, just let mommy take care of you, baby.”

As soon as she pressed against you you whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed when she scraped her teeth along the curve of your calf at the same time she started to move. She was so soft. And warm. And slick. Her pussy slid over yours easily, her clit right against yours while her hips rolled slowly and sensuously so you could feel all of her. Nat nibbled on your ankle delicately when your pussy throbbed for her, smiling when you moaned and arched your back while your toes curled. You hiccuped when her clit found yours and started moving your hips, gripping the couch cushions when your core began tightening and it got harder to breathe.

The both of you moaned when she began rolling her hips faster, your hand sliding up her soft thighs so you could hold onto her hips while she rode you. Her lips were still pressed to the skin of your calf, sucking on it gently until you had a chain of pretty bruises along the inside of your leg. Nat purred when you tossed your head back and whined at the sensation of her sliding a hand under your cardigan so she could play with your tits, rolling over your nipple with her thumb until you let out another desperate hiccup. You whined when she squeezed your breast at the same time she changed the angle of her grinding, your eyes fluttering open when she bent over you until her lips were brushing against yours.

“My sweet, pretty girl.” Nat cooed into your mouth before flicking her tongue against your bottom lip, taking the hand that was holding your leg away so she could bury it in your hair while she gazes deeply into your eyes. “So good for mommy. Is feeling mommy’s pussy rubbing against yours your favorite, peach?”

“Mmhm… yeah.” Breathing kept getting harder and harder, your breath leaving you in a pathetic whimper while you dug your fingers into her hips. “‘M so close…”

“I know baby girl.” She tugged on your bottom lip with her teeth while letting out some low, pleasant sound from deep in her chest. “Come for mommy. You know how much I love it when you make a mess on my pussy.”

Nat pressed her lips to yours so she could swallow your cry when you fell apart, smiling when you shook in her arms while your pussy fluttered and gushed all over hers. She followed right after you, gasping and letting her eyes fall closed when her cunt spasmed against yours while every muscle in her body clenched and released. When you opened your eyes to watch her it only made your orgasm more intense, your legs tightening around her when her face flushed pink and her eyes fluttered, her teeth sinking into her pillowy bottom lip while her body rolled against yours.

As soon as you had both ridden it out you collapsed against each other, Nat laughing softly and rolling until you were sprawled on top of her while you tried to catch your breath. Neither of you could stop smiling, your eyes bright and happy when Nat pushed your hair away from your face before cupping your cheek with tender affection. You leaned into her touch and wrapped your arms around her tightly, letting out a happy sigh when she leaned up to kiss your forehead.

“You are so precious, little peach.” Nat hummed and rested her head against the pillow that was propped on the armrest, tangling her legs with yours while you pulled a blanket over your naked bottom halves. “Are you having a good birthday?”

“It would be kind of hard not to.” You chuckled when she played with your hair as you kept rubbing your cheek against her chest. “Every day with you is a good day.”

“Hmm, I feel exactly the same way.” She gave your ass an affectionate squeeze. “I hope cuddling for the rest of the day and eating a variety of snacks is acceptable.”

“More than acceptable.” You smiled warmly when she kissed the top of your head again. “But you know what’s even better than cuddling? Naked cuddling.”

“Whatever my birthday girl wants she gets.” Nat beamed at you before sitting up to pull off her cami, laughing when you immediately buried your face in her breasts as soon as she laid back down. “Spoiled.”

“Well, that’s your own fault.” You nuzzled at her breast as you relaxed, letting out a contented sigh when she began playing with your hair again. “Thank you for giving me a nice birthday. I love you.”

“And I love you baby girl.” She kept playing with your hair, laughing softly when the two saw Gus rolling around on the floor and meowing in offense at being forced to wear a cardigan. “And I’m going to make sure every single one of your days from now on is as nice as possible.”

[landomeowrris]

alice in wonderland dark hallways.

what happens when lando spots a white bunny in the hallways of his university?

⊱ pairing: norapinto (franco x lando)

⊱ word count: 1.1k

⊱ cw: magic is heavily implied, but not directly mentioned!! mentions of alcohol and drinking.

⊱ a/n: yeah this was influenced by the new franco with a bunny/rabbit pic. how did you know? anyways. i'm 90% this isn't what was meant to happen when i got sent the two pictures of franco and lando in suits and sunglasses, but. the bunny. anyways, pls overlook any spelling and grammar mistakes. english is fake + i wrote this after taking an allergy pill. enjoy!

No matter how many times Lando did it, he still couldn't shake off the queasiness of walking alone through the academia’s halls. Every corner seemed to whisper to him, ways of taking him off track and sending him into the void.

Or maybe that was just the alcohol in his brain speaking. That could be an alternative. The school’s annual celebration was still in full swing, but Lando’s head was pounding from the loud music and the flashing lights. He just needed a little peace.

Of course, peace was a fleeting thing when it came to this university. The energies flowed way stronger there, fed by something much, much older than anyone could ever grasp. Every touch, every whisper thrown into the wind, every object that disappeared and popped out into a new spot was moved by the lines, flowing and ebbing with each passing moment.

Lando hadn't even worn a tie, knowing that he would simply take it off and forget it in a corner. Even if he would find it resting on his bed days later for unknown reasons, he preferred not to give the energies such hassle. He worked on unbuttoning his white dress shirt, a sigh leaving his parted lips as he rounded the corner.

A white blur crossed his view, a curt thumping sound against the carpet filling his ears. Lando groaned, knowing full well what kind of game he was starting to play. Why couldn't it just be easy? Lando rubbed a hand through his face, feeling the energy around him warp and swish. A request, perhaps.

Then, the bunny jumped into view, the fuzzy white fur a contrast against the dark brown carpet on the floors. Lando stared into the animal’s red eyes, sparkling with a different kind of light. Not the light from the chandeliers and candelabra he saw around, but a light that indicated a challenge.

“I’m tired of playing Alice,” Lando muttered, earning himself a head shake from the furry animal, followed by a sound that resembled way too much of a laugh for Lando’s liking. The energy seemed to focus solely on the animal, as if a source was dragging it in, harnessing its power.

Lando took a step closer to the bunny, bending down slightly to try and capture it, but the animal was fast. It turned around and hopped away, leaving Lando alone in the dimly lit hallway. He thought about letting it run, but the energy was begging him like the opposite end of a magnet.

And off Lando went, taking deliberate steps along the dark carpet, his hand following the lines of the stone walls, the texture rough against his already calloused hands. He didn't need to look around for the bunny, the energy told him the vague direction, and the thumping sounds of the animal’s paws hitting the carpet covered wooden floor was enough for Lando to figure out the way.

He vaguely remembered taking this route before, but the amount of turns he took got his sense of direction completely messed up. He wouldn't need it anyways; the energy was always kind enough to tell him where to go when it wasn't being manipulated by another source.

He finally spotted the bunny, waiting in front of the library’s doors. Lando despised the library, and he supposed that was the reason for the amount of walking in circles. Lando would've protested right away at the sight of the familiar path from the great hall to the library.

He bent down to finally pick up the bunny, who snuggled closer to his chest. He felt most of the energy leave the animal as he stroked its fur, which meant that whoever was manipulating it had finally gotten what they wanted. Lando watched as the massive double doors opened without a word, just enough for Lando to slide inside the library without making too much noise.

Lando knew where to go from here. The bunny was quiet in Lando’s arms, pink nose twitching as it approached its rightful owner. Lando ventured into the botanic section, the wooden boards creaking beneath his feet.

In between the flowers and bushes sections, Lando trailed the path until the bookshelves stopped, forming a quiet study space behind the old shelves and even older books. And there, standing in the middle, was the object of his demise.

“I told you I hate it when you send that thing after me,” Lando said, stepping closer to the other man. Franco just laughed, a ringing sound that made Lando’s mind go haywire. The energy seemed to adore Franco, with his sharp tongue and kind soul.

“You say that, but you still follow it,” Franco remarked, his Argentinian accent thicker than usual, as it happened when he was around Lando. He took the bunny from Lando’s arms and placed him on the floor. Franco extended a baby carrot to the animal, who gracefully took it and hopped away to a corner.

“Weren't you supposed to be at the party?” Lando murmured, his hands easily finding their home in Franco's waist, pulling him flush against himself. All of the odd energy around seemed to dissipate, leaving Franco and Lando to their own privacy; their own sort of energy.

“Parties are boring,” Franco wrapped his arms around Lando’s neck, craning his own up just slightly so his hazel eyes had easier access to Lando’s aquamarine ones. Despite himself, Franco was dressed up, the crisp brown suit and red tie making him look like any other student would be in that party.

“So sending me into a white bunny chase is way more fun than dancing and drinking?” Lando asked, brows raised in mock offense, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “Making me Alice for your own sick entertainment.”

“Alice chased a white rabbit,” Franco corrected him, nose wrinkling slightly as the smell of whiskey mixed with Lando’s strong cologne filled his nostrils, a tired sigh leaving his lips. “I told you not to drink, hijo de la puta.”

“And I told you I wouldn't unless you were there to stop me,” Lando whispered, brushing his nose teasingly along Franco’s, making the Argentinian man shiver slightly. Lando smirked to himself, a low chuckle scraping against the back of his throat. “And no need to insult my mother.”

Lando brushed his lips teasingly against Franco’s, a small smile finding its way into both their expressions. Lando pulled the other man closer, a hand splayed across his lower back as he deepened the kiss, lips dragging across Franco’s in a slow, steady pace.

“Let’s find our way up to the dorms,” Franco’s breath mingled with Lando’s, as he gently squeezed one of Lando’s strong biceps, feeling the muscle tense beneath his fingers. “No bunny chasing this time.”

Lando nodded, slipping his hand against Franco’s. He pressed another kiss on the other man’s lips, a quick peck in lieu of hello. Lando would play Alice any day if it meant having Franco with him.

[adrienneleclerc]

Snuffles

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: witch reader makes a potion so she can be able to shapeshift into an animal but she forgot to tell anyone she was making this potion.

Warning: italics are going to be the readers inner thoughts

A/N:Yes, this is basically the Marauders turning into animagi BUT different steps, Masterlist pinned on my blog if you want more

It was a Saturday afternoon and Y/N was in the school’s conservatory brewing her potion. She had a vial with a strand of her hair, 5 drops of blood, and a mandrake leaf that is soaked in her saliva from being in her mouth for a week. She went outside the conservatory to find the pot she left in the field to collect the rain water she needed, she adds the rain water into the vial and the mixture turns into a pale red color. The last step was to say an incantation and cast it on the vial.

“Animoza Espinoza” Y/N said and the potion turned into a dark wine red color, signaling is ready drink. Y/N drank the potion while she was outside in the field, she felt a little tingly, and started to get shorter. That’s when Y/N checked her reflection in glass of the conservatory. Y/N has turned into a (your hair color) cocker spaniel (or a cavalier king charles spaniel, your choice. I chose spaniels because their eyes are the first thing you notice). Y/N was loyal to her friends, happy-go-lucky, outgoing, and trustworthy, all traits of a dog. Her favorite classic Disney movie was Lady and the Tramp, so it made sense that she was turned into a spaniel.

“Oh my god, it worked!” Y/N said, but it came out as little barks. Great, I can’t transform back now because my body needs to get used in its animal form before transforming back. So how do I get to my dorm if I am a lap dog? I’ll just go to the art shed, I’m sure Xavier is still painting something. Y/N is now on her merry way to the art shed with her ears flapping in the wind. When she made it to the art shed, she heard Chase Atlantic playing, meaning he was still in there. Y/N scratched at the door first but apparently Xavier couldn’t hear it so then Y/N howled. If he doesn’t open this door for me, I swear I’m going to kill him! Y/N heard Xavier turn the volume down so she bowled again. That’s when Xavier opened the door and Y/N did a little bark.

“Hey little guy…are you lost?” Xavier asked. Y/N barked and began scratching at his leg. Xavier decided to pick her up. “My bad, little lady, you’re lady.” Xavier said, checking Y/N’s anatomy. “You Don’t have a collar on you, do you, lady? Did you escape or something?” Xavier asked, placing her onto his table and looking into Y/N’s eyes, “Your eyes are so familiar to me, you got human like eyes, little lady.” Xavier said. Y/N started sniffing around Xavier’s work place. When she reached the strong smell of acrylic paint, she sneezed 5 times and then rubbed her nose with her paw. God, I hate my allergies. “You a sneezy little lady, huh? I’m gonna name you Snuffles, that okay with you?”

“Yes!” Y/N barked and she licked his nose when he got close to her.

“Aww, Well aren’t you friendly? Come on, let’s go to my dorm, you can meet my friend Ajax, he probably waiting for me to play video games.” Xavier said. He took a hoodie that was on his chair and wrapped Y/N around it, carrying her. “Don’t want you getting cold now do we.” He entered the building and started walking to his dorm and when he opened the door, Ajax was on Xavier’s bed.

“Hey man, how did it go in the art shed? Painted a new portrait of Y/N?” Ajax asked and Y/N immediately lifted her head. Como dices que dijiste, Xavier painting a portrait of me, why? “Aww, you got a puppy! He’s so cute.” Ajax said as soon as he saw Y/N.

“The dog is a she and yeah, I found her outside my art shed. She’s cute, isn’t she?” Xavier said, placing Y/N on his bed and watching her smell it. Damn Xavier, you really need to wash this comforter, o sea no manches, mi pobre nariz está sufriendo.

“She is. Did you name her?” Ajax asked as he went to pet Y/N. Okay, fine, you’re allowed to pet me, but no belly scratches, that is a line we both don’t want you to cross.

“Yeah, she was sneezing in the art shed so I named her Snuffles. Isn’t that right, Snuffles.” Xavier said in the voice you use to speak to babies and cute animals. Y/N’s tail started wagging as she left Ajax to go to Xavier, earning pets from him.

“So what are you going to do about Snuffles? Like does she have her vaccinations, where is she going to do her business, what is she going to eat?” Ajax asked. Y/N was staring at him,. “Don’t look at me like that! Xavier, I swear Y/N looks at me the same way when I say something stupid.” Xavier then takes a closer look at Y/N.

“I guess Snuffles does look like Y/N a bit. The same color eyes, same color hair, but Y/N has cute little beauty marks on her face, her smile is so pretty too.” Xavier said. Y/N was so happy she was a dog because if not, she would be blushing. But her tail is wagging right now.

“When are you going to ask Y/N out? I’m positive she likes you too!” Ajax said. Y/N then nudged her head against Xavier’s hand. “See? Even snuffles wants you to ask her out.”

“I’ll ask her out when I see her, okay. I got a little lady to take care of, don’t I Snuffles?” Xavier asked hypothetically and again, Y/N wagged her tail (whenever I talk to my dog in a baby voice, she wags her tail, but I think that’s normal for all dogs) “You’re going to sleep with me tonight, yes you are. But you need food. I’ll just give you my food.”

“Too much human food means an upset stomach, especially in small dogs.” Ajax stated, Y/N looked at him. How do you know that?

“How do you know that, Ajax?” Xavier asked.

“My sister has a shih tzu okay, I visit her sometimes.” Ajax said. (I believe Ajax would have older sisters and younger sisters, which is why he seems very sensitive)

“Okay fine, I’ll just give her some of my food when I’m eating, can’t be that bad.” Xavier said.

As the day went on, Y/N received pets from Xavier, Ajax, and Enid. Enid even knitted her a cute doggie sweater. Xavier took Y/N for a walk so she can do her businesses, cleaned up after her, it was a very good day.

“Alright Snuffles, it’s time to go to bed, little lady.” Xavier said said as he got into bed and made space for Y/N to so she can crawl under the covers. Omg, he’s so warm. Y/N snuggles against him, the next morning when Xavier woke up, he saw Y/N next to him on bed BUT she had her clothes on from yesterday. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Xavier said as he moved her.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, yesterday I made a potion so I can shapeshift into an animal! But it reflects my personality so I ended up being a small dog which apparently you loved so much. I would have shifted back to human but it’s better to stay in animal form until you control it.” Y/N said.

“So you heard me say everything when you were Snuffles?” Xavier asked.

“Yep! So yes Xavier, I like you a lot too, and I would love to go out with you.” Y/N said.

“Okay, that’s great. I am so calling you Snuffles all the time now though.” Xavier said and Y/N covered her face. “Aww, don’t be embarrassed Snuffles.”

“Stop it!” Y/N warned Xavier. Xavier just laughed and hugged her.

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat.” Xavier said getting up from the bed.

The End

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Young Master: Scared of Thunderstorms

Reposting a fic since I now know I’m not alone in this glorious pursuit of hurt/comfort with Sebby and Ciel

Young Master: Fear of Thunderstorms By Robin Gurl

It was one of the stormier nights England had had in years. Thunder rocked the Phantomhive Mansion causing some of the chandeliers to shake with it, swaying back and forth.

Ciel sat up in his bed panting, shaking out of fear. It wasn’t like he going to come out right and say it that he was scared of storms…but he was. He looked to the door wondering if he should go find Sebastian. The demon didn’t sleep …so he’d be awake. Or he could just call him….

Lightening flashed again and Thunder crackled, Ciel jumped off the bed and sighed annoyed. He put his slippers on and wrapped his blanket around his body. This was more than a little embarrassing.

He took one of the candles out in the hallway and carried it with him down stairs then down one more floor the servants quarters. He tip toed hoping the other servants wouldn’t hear what was going on. He’d never live it down if he were caught down here.

He checked the kitchen but saw no one then looked down the hallway and saw the last room had a dim light coming through the bottom of the door. He took a deep breath wondering if he should just go back upstairs. Sebastian had told him many times to never disturb him at night …that if the young master needed him to only call.

He wondered if it was because of Sebastian’s true form. That he didn’t want Ciel to see it. “Well that’s bollucks, he is MY butler and MY demon…I should be able to see what I wish!”

He started down towards the end of the hallway and stopped at the door. Did he knock? Enter? Was it right to just enter even if he was the master? What if he had some female over….that thought boiled Ciel’s blood – he better bloody not have a girl in that room. He held his hand up to knock when the thunder clapped and his instincts took over, he fumbled quickly tears pricking his eyes and opened the door falling into the room in a pile of limbs.

Sebastian sat up dropping his book surprised. He blinked as one of his cats hopped off his shoulder and onto the floor pawing over curiously to the young child on the floor. “…Young Master?!” He stood up and hurried over kneeling down trying not to laugh, “What is this all about? You are trembling, did you have a nightmare?” He spared at glance at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed it was only 1am. He still would have had another hour to read more on tomorrows big dinner preparations before the housework would have called his name.

“Shut up!” Ciel shouted embarrassed, his cheeks were flushed red and he was unable to look at his butler. He sat up onto his knees looking down at the ground. His eyes clenched shut as he suddenly sneezed, his allergies acting up. “You a-are a fool if you think I came in here just f-for you!” He sneezed again.

“Am I the fool? This is my room, young master and while yes you do own this house, you did “give” me this room and it is my private quarters.” Sebastian explained calmly. “However, I am more concerned with the fact that my young master is in nothing but a blanket in the middle of the night in my room instead of upstairs asleep like he should be.”

Ciel glanced up then quickly looked back down. “I-It’s …n-nothing.” A clap of thunder exploded outside, Ciel jumped clenching his blanket tightly in his hands.

A smirk crossed Sebastian’s features. “Young master, are you frightened of the storm?”

“N-No of course not. I was just unable to sleep a-and worrie-“ Ciel suddenly sneezed again loudly, rubbing at his eyes.

The demon blinked watching as his young master sneezed again and again. “I believe the correct phrase is “bless you”, my lord?”

Ciel just tried to glare his body still trembling as he sniffled. “I-I’m allergic t-to c-ca- AHHHCHOO! Y-You idiot!!”

“Which is exactly why I asked you not to come down to my room and to stay away from it. I said it for your own safety, young master.” Sebastian sighed and picked up the candle that had fallen the stone floor. He handed it to Ciel, “Forgive me, my lord, but please allow me to put my friends up and then I shall join you outside of this room?”

Ciel nodded sniffling as he sneezed again, he did feel extremely embarrassed now. To think he really thought that Sebastian would turn into his true form or even have a woman over. He had made a fool of himself and now he’d have an allergy headache for the rest of the week.

Then again, Ciel turned around and watched from the entrance to Sebastian’s room, he’d never seen his butler wear anything but his suit. It was strange to see the demon in such comfortable clothes, they were obviously chosen for the felines comfort not his own, but it was still an amusing site. The satin Burgundy shirt and brown pants didn’t make his butler look bad – just different. He looked almost human.

He startled as thunder clapped loudly shaking the manor again and buried his face in his blanket. He heard the door shut and saw Sebastian was in front of him, dressed as he normally was. “T-That was fast.”

Sebastian just smiled warmly holding up the candelabra in front of his master’s face, “I do apologize for my unsightly appearance. Lady Elizabeth gave me that shirt as a thank you for helping with her party last month. I obviously have no need for such things but the kittens I found seem to love the texture, so when I do research for certain matters, I’ve taken to “changing” into something more comfortable.”

“T-That’s fine…t-that didn’t bother me. You have your servants quarters for that reason…” Ciel responded weakly still trying to quale the fear building up inside him.

“So, young master, may I ask again? Why are you all the way down here? I am most worried about your already fragile health, you are barefoot and trembling.” The demon reached forward and took the candle out of the small shaking hands. He blew it out and set it aside, his own candles lighting the way. “Let’s get you back to bed, shall we?”

Lightening flashed outside and a few seconds later thunder rumbled and exploded outside. Ciel dropped to his knees cowering under his blanket. Sebastian blinked and looked down, it was rare to see his master show such weakness in front of him. “Master?!” He knelt to his knees and lifted the edge of the blanket, this was bringing back memories of when he’d just met Ciel.

Ciel reluctantly lifted his gaze, his eyes were large and there were a few tears rolling down his cheeks. “…D-Don’t ..s-say a word…S-Sebastian…”

Sebastian merely reached forward and wiped a few of the tears off the pale cheeks. He then stood up and gathered the young child into his arms as if he were holding a babe. “Young Master, you do know that thunder can not harm you? And since we are inside, neither can the lightening? I was not aware that my master was sensitive to loud noises…”

“I-I’m not.” Came the embarrassed curt response. Ciel’s head popped out of the blanket and came to rest on Sebastian’s shoulder. Thunder exploded again and he clung to his butler. “O-Only t-thunder..”

“Relax your eyes, my lord, you already have a headache from your allergies, there is no need to make it worse. I am here, you are safe.” The demon said reassuringly as he walked up the big flight of stairs and down the hallway towards Ciel’s room.

“T-This is embarrassing. I am a the head of the Phantomhive Household…I should not be scared of thunder.” Ciel muttered not lifting his face from Sebastian’s shoulders.

The demon just smiled as he entered the master bed room. He sat the candelabra down on the boy’s nightstand beside the bed then gently lay his master down in the sheets and covers.

“S-Sebastian don’t leave!” Ciel said sitting up. “T-This is an order! S-Stay with me tonight!”

Sebastian only walked to the giant windows and pulled the curtains closed more tightly than they were before tying them shut. His eyes glowed red as he turned around, Ciel was huddled on the bed – knees to his chest. “Is that better? Now you can not see the lightening.”

Thunder rumbled and Ciel glanced up fearfully, “I-I can still hear it..! I-I o-order you to l-lay in bed w-with me..”

Sebastian blinked but obeyed and awkwardly got on the bed. He lay down as he was told and was surprised when the young child curled up beside him, burying his face in his side.

“I-I guess as a d-demon you can’t m-make it go away…”

“No, my lord, I do not have the power to control the weather, I’m afraid. However, if I may, I have an idea on how to remedy this problem so you may go to sleep.”

Ciel lifted his head curiously. He watched as Sebastian turned on his side and reached down placing both of his hands over Ciel’s ears. Ciel’s eyes widened as he felt the bed tremble from the thunder but he couldn’t hear it.

Sebastian smiled warmly at his master and guided the boy to lay down close to him so he could keep his hands over his master’s ears. He felt the boy relax and fall asleep, both of the small hands clenching the black waist coat until the knuckles were white. Sebastian leaned close to Ciel’s ear and removed one of his hands for a few seconds. “…Master, no matter what position you may hold in this world, you are still merely a child capable of childish fears and this does not make you weak, it is merely a normal step towards adult hood. Your soul is no less appetizing to me, never be afraid to show fear. I will stay by your side until morning as you have ordered me to do so.”

Ciel’s grip on the waist coat relaxed and his sleep sounded deeper as he snored lightly. Sebastian placed his hand back over the ear he had uncovered right as a large clap exploded over head. His young charge didn’t move this time or tremble in fear – for he was safe.

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How To Help Your Dog With Fall Allergies

Ah, fall is in the air, and along with that air comes watery eyes, sneezing, runny nose, and, most commonly of all, skin problems for your best friend! Dog fall allergies can be as big of a problem for your dog as they can be for you.

Dog allergies can manifest in the form of itchy skin, red eyes, hair loss, or even general itchiness. So what’s causing the problem, and what can you do as a loving pet parent to help?

What Allergens Cause Dog Allergies?

Allergens are basically foreign substances that your pooch can inhale, ingest, or just come into contact with, and when he does, it’s possible for his immune system to overreact.

While the fall season is not associated as much as spring with allergic reactions, there are still several plants, like ragweed and sagebrush, that release pollen in the fall. Fall winds can then spread those substances far and wide.

Mold is also a culprit in fall allergies because increased rain and piles of decaying leaves are great environments for growing mold. Additionally, your good buddy may be more exposed to dust mites in the fall season when your heating system turns on and spreads them throughout the house.

Your pup may also show signs of a flea allergy in the fall since they thrive on the increased moisture in the air.

Your dog’s environmental allergies can then result in itchiness, redness, hives, or swelling. He usually responds by licking or chewing on the affected areas, and that can result in secondary skin infections, which then create even more itching. This allergic reaction on your dog’s skin is known as atopic dermatitis or atopy.

It’s a real catch-22, so what should you look for during allergy season?

Signs of Dog Fall Allergies

Signs of allergies in your dog include:

sneezing

watery eyes

runny nose

skin rashes

hair loss

waxy ear discharge

red paws

odor

excessive scratching

Just like with humans, your dog may suffer from sneezing, watery eyes, and a runny nose. But you might also see him develop rashes and generally irritated skin.

He might also experience hair loss, a waxy discharge from his ears, and red, discolored, smelly feet. Flea allergies can also cause secondary ear infections and other problems like an aural hematoma.

Aural hematomas occur when your dog shakes his head because of an irritated ear. He can shake it so vigorously that the skin of the ear separates from the underlying cartilage. That creates a space where blood can pool. That’s an aural hematoma.

How Can You Be Sure It’s Seasonal Allergies?

While environmental allergies are common in dogs, other problems can cause similar symptoms. It’s vital to determine the cause of your dog’s itchy skin, ear infections, or other symptoms in order to choose the best treatment.

While runny eyes might be due to seasonal allergies, it could also be an eye infection or injury that causes that. Other types of problems include things like dog food allergies and allergic skin lesions resulting from a bacterial infection, among others.

Respiratory symptoms could be seasonal allergies, but it could also be something like kennel cough.

Though environmental allergies are common, there are many other health conditions that cause similar symptoms. It’s important to know which one is causing your dog’s itchy skin or ear infections.

That’s why you’ll want to consult a veterinarian when you notice allergy symptoms in your pooch. They can perform diagnostic tests to determine the exact cause. Since those symptoms can be very uncomfortable and result in more problems, the sooner you visit your DVM, the better.

How Seasonal Allergies Are Diagnosed

There are a number of diagnostic tests your veterinarian might perform, but they usually start with a general physical exam. Your vet will ask about possible allergen exposure, and then they may follow up with some simple skin tests.

For example, they might do a skin scraping and look at the material microscopically to see if there are any skin mites or other identifiable causes. If your pup’s symptoms involve problems with his ears, they will look for evidence of an ear infection.

If your vet thinks that the symptoms are due to something else, they may recommend other types of diagnostic tests. If they suspect food allergies, they may also conduct a food trial, which often involves stopping all foods your dog is eating and instead feeding something hypoallergenic like lamb and rice. Then you reintroduce his old food slowly until the symptoms reappear. That will allow them to identify the specific allergen.

If allergies are determined to be the cause, and your dog has a particularly severe case, they might also recommend allergy testing to determine the specific sensitivity. Once they know the environmental allergens are causing your pup’s symptoms, they can recommend an appropriate treatment.

How are Seasonal Allergies Treated?

You can’t cure allergies, but you can manage the symptoms so that your pooch stays comfortable. There are some over-the-counter medications, like antihistamines (think Benadryl, for example), that can manage those fall allergy symptoms.

Of course, you want to be careful about giving any over-the-counter drugs until you’ve spoken with your vet. Just because you can take a drug like that doesn’t mean it’s safe for your pet.

Your veterinarian might also recommend using a medicated shampoo to help relieve skin irritation or itchiness. For many dogs, those kinds of treatments will be enough to relieve the symptoms, and if fall allergies are to blame, you shouldn’t have to use them year-round.

Dogs with more severe symptoms, however, might need something stronger. In these cases, your dog might need something like a steroidal medication to lessen the strong reaction your dog’s body is having to the allergen.

There are also allergy shots available to help desensitize your pup to the allergen. For these, it will be important to conduct skin testing to determine the specific cause of the reaction.

Of course, it’s also important to treat your pup for any secondary skin or ear infections that develop as a result of the symptoms.

What You Can Do at Home

There are a couple of things you can do at home to help prevent allergic reactions or at least lessen the severity of the reaction. You can wipe your dog’s paws and belly off with a clean, wet cloth after you’ve been on a walk, for example.

It’s also a good idea to bathe your dog once a week. Use a gentle dog shampoo, and pay special attention to areas that might come into contact with plants shedding pollen.

Wash your dog’s bed and any linens he comes into contact with regularly so you can limit his exposure to dust mites. Feeding high-quality dog food and getting him checked regularly for parasites are also important for reducing allergy symptoms.

Final Thoughts on Dog Fall Allergies

While it might be a lovely time of the year, fall can also bring different allergy symptoms that can make you and your pooch really uncomfortable. Take the steps you can to keep your home free of allergens, and see your vet if symptoms develop. You’ll feel as relieved as your pooch when the itching stops!





[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (27)

"Alright, this is where we'll be staying," Gojo says, parking the last-minute rental car. The hotel is surrounded by trees and on top of a mountain. Surrounding the area is a fog to give it a more secluded feel.

"Ah! Gojo-sensei, this is so cool," Yuji says, getting out of the car. He bounces on his feet as he grabs his bag.

Gojo grabs his and Kagome's suitcase from the trunk and reaches for her hand as they make their way to check-in. He can't wait until Yuji sees the room he picked out for him. "Just wait until you see the rooms." He squeezes Kagome's hand. She's so much softer than him, even with the callous on her palms. If he's being honest, then he loves how she can protect herself and yet still depend on him.

The first thing that greets him is how bright the chandelier is and the golden fox statues. He closes his eyes and focuses on the low hum of demonic energy.

"Can you feel it too?" Kagome whispers to him.

"They really have been hiding in plain sight," he says, walking to the front desk. After spending hours in the car, he's not about to turn around and try to find a unique spot just because the hotel has a couple of foxes running it. "If they try anything, we could just kill them."

"The worst is that they'll play some tricks on us. Foxes aren't that bad."

Yuji huffs behind them. "What are you guys whispering about?"

"Nothing," Gojo says, before turning his focus on the red-haired receptionist. "Reservation for Gojo." He smiles. His glasses slide down his nose, giving the fox a peek into what will happen if they mess with him.

The woman squeals–and he fights back the urge to flinch from the high volume. "Oh, my goodness! You must be Kagome-sama," she says, pointing at Kagome and completely ignoring him and Yuji. "Yakeru told me all about you. I'm so happy that you will be staying with us."

Damn fox. Gojo groans as he sets down the suitcase to pull out his card and ID. He places the items on the counter and signs the paperwork.

"Yakeru has been talking about me?" Kagome asks.

"Oh yes! We are so happy that you are here." The woman snaps her fingers and two attendants appear from the air. "Please take their belongings to their rooms. I must show you the playroom, the little ones will be so happy to see you."

She's still ignoring me, Gojo thinks. He follows anyway, well more like Kagome drags him along. Gojo looks back at Yuji. The poor boy is just as confused and put off as him. "Do we have to see this playroom right now?"

"Yes," Kagome says, gripping his hand tighter, and he swears she picked up the pace. "This cannot wait."

"Alright, alright." Compromise–he read that in an article.

"Ooh!" Yuji exclaims behind them as they enter a room with tan carpet and towers made of wood. Several small red foxes are playing with one another. Some stand at the top of the tower. Yuji rushes past them and squats down. "Kagome-san, Gojo-sensei, look at them!" He picks up one, snuggles it close to his face.

It's so… cute. Gojo looks over at Kagome, who's gathered a small crowd around her. He wishes they were in the hotel room. Compromise, he reminds himself, he'll have plenty of time to show her how much he's missed her.

"Come here," Kagome says, patting a spot next to her. "They remind me of Shippo-chan." She rubs their red fur; the kits bask under her affection. Gojo takes a seat next to her, his legs brush against hers. The kits paw at him, not quite reaching him. As cute as they are, he's not dropping his infinity for even a second in this demon hotel. Kagome cuddles one close to her chest and then places the kit back down. "You probably need to rest." She leans over and brushes a hand along his forehead. He turns away, his cheeks heat up. "Are you blushing?" Kagome laughs, poking him in the side.

"That's just from my allergies," he says, standing up.

"You don't have allergies, silly."

"C'mon on Yuji-kun," Gojo says. The fox woman gives him a wide, fang-filled smile. He narrows his eyes.

"Let me show you all to your rooms. I'll have the staff prepare a meal for you." She motions for them to follow.

"We can put a barrier up around our rooms if it'll make you feel more at ease," Kagome says, walking next to him.

"I'm not afraid of some foxes." He frowns at the lack of response from the fox. The woman hands a key card to Kagome and another one to Yuji.

"Thank you so much, Kagome-sama for brightening our humble hotel." She grabs Kagome's hand, her eyes mist over. "It is such an honor, truly."

"Um, you're welcome?" Kagome pulls her hands back.

"C'mon, I got gifts for you two." Gojo plucks the key card out of Kagome's hand and opens the door. He shuts the door in the woman's still smiling face. "Y'know, not once did I encounter a demon on my trip. There's nothing you can say that will convince me that you aren't a demon magnet."

"I think there was a demon the other day, at the school," Yuji speaks up, as he walks around the room.

"Yuji-kun! There's a private onsen," Kagome yells.

Gojo shakes his head. Of course, she could care less about how spacious the room is or the very thoughtful gifts he got for them. He stretches, taking in how the first room is an eating area. Further down is the bedroom. He follows the sound of their squeals to the private onsen with a small makeshift cave.

"Your room has a private onsen as well," Gojo says, looking at Yuji.

"Really? You got one for me?"

"Can't have you using ours the whole trip." He pulls his shades down and winks at Kagome.

"Gross," Yuji says, fake gagging.

"Stay here," Gojo says, leaving them to retrieve the gifts from the suitcase. "Here ya go, Gome-chan." He hands the doubled wrapped gift to her and the one covered in cupcake stickers to Yuji. He smiles as the two share a look with each other before opening their gifts. His heart hammers in his chest, anticipating their reaction. He coughs, swallowing down his laughter. He can't give it away just yet.

"Seriously?" they both say, opening their presents.

"Hey! I put a lot of work into those." He bites down on his lip, but the laughs slip past.

"Not that I don't mind a new swimsuit, but really you had to put your face on them?" Kagome holds up the green bikini top with his face winking back at him on it. She pulls out the bottoms and glares at him.

"I see nothing wrong."

"They have your name on the back."

"I just got a bunch of Sukuna's fingers on my swim trunks," Yuji cuts in.

"See! I was thoughtful." Gojo nods to himself. "Yeah, I could have stopped at a souvenir shop, but this–this is much better." Kagome shakes her head as she places the items back in the box and gathers the wrappers.

"Thanks, Satoru." Kagome raises herself up and pecks his cheek. "Dinner is here," she says, walking towards the entrance.

"How do you know that?" Yuji asks, his voice joking.

"Woman's intuition."

Gojo opens the door on the second knock. Behind him, Kagome teases Yuji about how right she was. "Surely, you have actual room service," he says to the woman.

"This is a special occasion," she responds, pushing a small cart in with their food and drinks. She serves them at the table. "Kagome-sama, please enjoy this special blend of tea. It's a kitsune specialty."

"Oh, what's so special about this tea?" Gojo asks, leaning over, causing Kagome to lean back and the tea to slosh out. "Careful, Gome-chan," he says, taking the cup from her. He makes a show of how hot the cup is, pretends to fumble with it, as it spills out on the table. "I am so sorry, receptionist-chan."

The woman grits her teeth, her eye twitches, but she cleans the mess up all the same. "I can bring you some more," she says, gifting Kagome a genuine smile. Gojo narrows his eyes at her over the rim of his glasses. She lacks any murderous intent, but he still doesn't trust her. "I have a gift for you, Gojo-san. But I ask that you please open it until later."

"There's no need to bring any more tea. Perhaps we can all try that special tea some other time." Gojo dismisses the woman. Once she leaves, Kagome pinches his cheek. "Hey–ow, easy on the merchandise."

"Why are you being so rude to her?"

"She put something in that drink. Who knows what it would have done?"

"I thought foxes liked Kagome-san, though?" Yuji says, stuffing some sashimi into his mouth.

"That's even worse," Gojo says, throwing his hands up. "What if it was something to brainwash you?"

"You watch too much anime," Kagome says, pouring herself some green tea. "But I will be more cautious, if it makes you feel more at ease."

"Yuji, after you get done eating, get some rest. Your room is the one next door. We're going horseback riding tomorrow. Supposedly it's all the craze around here," Gojo says. He stuffs his face and uses his free hand to rub circles into Kagome's thigh under the table.

"You really put a lot of thought into this trip." Kagome flashes him a smile. His breath catches in his throat, and he swears his heart is trying to claw itself out of his chest and into her palms. His brain short-circuits. For once, he can't come up with a witty remark.

Yuji yawns as he stands up. He grabs his gift and pulls out his key card. "I'm gonna go relax in my room. Thank you so much, Gojo-sensei!" Yuji waves, walking out of the room.

"I want to see what they got you," Kagome says, after a beat.

"Maybe another fox statue, since they seem to love those so much," Gojo says, standing up and retrieving the box off of the cart. He sits back down at the table. "A cursed object, maybe?" It's surrounded by protective writing. Gojo opens the box, Kagome leans over to get a better look.

"Is that?"

"Yep," he says, picking up the finger. "Wanna purify it?" He holds it out to her.

"Must be a peace offering," Kagome says, taking the cursed finger from him. She purifies it, leaving behind a paler finger. "Are you going to give it to Yuji-kun tonight?"

"Nah," he says, taking the finger back and putting it in the box. "Maybe we should stage a scene? Like we found it somewhere."

"You think Sukuna is catching on?"

"Well, you haven't been subtle with your powers lately." He shrugs. "But who cares about that?" He turns to her, pulls her flush against him. "Don't you want to try out the onsen?"

He kisses her slowly, taking his time. Each breathless moan belongs to him. His hands cusp the sides of her face as his tongue demands entrance. There's no place he'd rather be than where he's at with her.

"Heh. Looks like someone missed me." Satoru teases, pulling back and trailing a finger down the column of her neck and across her hardening nipples.

"S-shut up," she groans out, "you're the one all over me."

"Not yet, but I will be." The water sloshes around them. "I really like your swimsuit," he says, undoing the strings.

"Because you bought it or because it has your face on it?" She tosses the bikini top behind her. "What was the point in even putting them on?"

"Man's intuition?"

Kagome laughs, cupping his face and pulling him in for another kiss. He sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and bites down before swallowing her hiss. His hand slides down and dips into her bottoms. He cups her lower lips, his finger slides into her.

"Gome-chan, you're so naughty. This wet and I've barely touched you." He hisses this time when her hand wraps around him, teasing his head. "Just like that," he says, thrusting his hips into her. He adds another finger, slowly pumping into her, not quite giving her what she seeks.

"Stop teasing me," she says. He removes his hand and kisses away her protests. He wraps an arm around her and walks them to the bedroom. His lips never leave hers, not even when he lays her down and removes the last barrier separating them.

The bed smells of lavender but is soon replaced with the combined scents of him and Kagome. He takes his time rocking into her. Even with her pleas begging him to move faster, he will not be rushed this time. He bends his head, taking a pink nipple into his mouth. Her hands grip his hair, it's nearly painful and for a moment he wonders if he'll have any hair left.

"T-toru," she calls out, her hips moving against his frantically. He lets her nipple go with a soft pop and splays his hands on her stomach.

"That's it," he coos, still edging her on. He bites down on her shoulder. When she tightens around him, he swears as his hips stutter. He clenches his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Gojo imagines that this what it feels like after drinking all night. His mind is hazy, drunk on her touch. She bucks her hips when he finds that sweet bundle of nerves.

"I'm gonna-" her voice breaks off, as she lets out a low moan. He kisses her again, his hips moving erratically now as he chases his own high. He's rambling around her mouth, placing kisses along her face and down her neck. He bites down her shoulder again, as his balls tighten and he's releasing inside of her.

Gojo rolls off of her and pulls her close, his hands comb through her damp hair. "Lazy sex," he says with a sigh.

"Lazy sex?" Kagome doesn't look up at him instead she snuggles in closer, her hand resting on his chest. He can barely detect the scent of lavender now.

"Yeah, we just had lazy sex."

"Most people would call that making love." She snorts. Her words hit him in the heart. His hand stills for a moment before going back to combing through her hair.

Love, huh?

[slumberingcorpse]

The Wolf and The Fox

Part 1 “The Fox in the Snow”

Summary: It’s been years since the last witcher has been created. As far as young Geralt and Eskel knew, they are the last students until one winter morning...

It was a perfect day. The sun’s heat embraced you with love, the birds sang sonnets and ballets, and the flowers smelt as sweet as honey. As long as young Geralt could remember, a day like this was like any other day.

“Look, mama! It’s a raven! And that’s a swallow! Oh, look! A lark!” Geralt excitedly pointed out, clutching his mother’s dress.

His mother’s warm hand gently ran through his messy curls, “Very good Geralt, you’ve gotten so smart, dear.”

Geralt beamed, “Smart enough to be a sorcerer like you, mama?”

The young boy could hear his mother choke up, though, that the moment, he didn’t understand why.

“O-of course dear...but first you have to learn your plants. After all, that’s how I make medicine and potions. Want to help me pick some flowers for medicine?” she manages to say.

“I’ll pick all the flowers! So you can make all the potions and medicine and then we can get lots of money and live in a super big house! Maybe we can even have horses!” Geralt squealed.

A sniffle can be heard before he was pulled into his mother’s tight embrace.

“Mama? Why are you crying?”

“N-no reason dear, it’s just the pollen. Even sorceresses get allergies,” she lies before planting a kiss on his forehead.

After a long moment, she finally pulls away to look at her son before pointing towards a clearing in the forest, “There are some dandelions there that I need, could you be a dear and pick some for me?”

Geralt innocently nods and quickly makes his way to the clearing picking as many flowers as he could hold only to slowly notice how cold and dark it was getting.

Carrying his bundle of dandelions, he made his way back to where his mother once was, “Mama, look! I picked lots!” he gleefully reports only to realize that he was all alone. In the forest, surrounded by only trees and darkness.

“Mama?” he calls out as the air howls. His heart pounded as he frantically searched only to be met but two glowing eyes.

The poor boy was paralyzed, all he could do is clutch the wilted bouquet as the huge white wolf emerged from the shadows.

Its paws and jaws were covered in blood, it’s fur was matted and dirty. It was a monster, a monster inching closer and closer.

Geralt opened his mouth to scream but no noise would come out. His knuckles turned white as he clung to the flowers for dear life.

The wolf towered over the small boy and snarled before finally opening his jaw and taking his first bite.

He tried to scream, to cry out, but nothing came out. All he could do is endure as the wolf tore into his flesh and clawed at his bones. All he could do and watch the snow start to fall.

It felt like hours and yet, the wolf was still feeding. Geralt was becoming numb to the pain, only hoping that death would come soon enough. That’s when suddenly a tiny fox pup appears. Its fur was bright red, it looked soft and warm. It seemed to glow among the snow.

Geralt reached out for it. He tried to tell it to run away from the wolf but the fox stayed and watched. He wasn’t sure if the fox was trying to mock him or comfort him. Either way, he felt like screaming.

“Geralt!”

“Geralt! Wake up!”

Suddenly, Geralt was whole again. No wolf, no fox, snow, or forest. He was instead he was covered in cold sweat in an old shabby candlelit room in his bed with his closest friend and brother, Eskel, looking down at him with his all too familiar worried look.

He couldn’t breathe, it felt like his heart was going to pop, and all he can hear was his blood rushing through his veins.

Eskel frowns and places his hand over Geralt’s chest, “Focus and breathe.” he says. After a moment, Geralt does as told taking a few deep breaths as he focused on the pressure being applied to his chest.

Slowly, Eskel pulls his hand away before sitting at the edge of the bed, “You were screaming...did you have that nightmare again?”

There was no point in denying it, Eskel already knew him too well, “Y-yeah...t-they keep getting worse...” he answers honestly.

Eskel’s frown deepens, “Maybe we should tell one of the priestesses? Maybe they can ask Melitele to stop them.”

Geralt scoffs and gets up from bed, “Doubt any gods could help. A bath might help though.”

“Yeah, well that’ll have to wait til morning, it’s the middle of the night.”

“So?” He asks walking over to the water basin at the end of their room.

“So, you should get back to sleep. The last thing I want is to deal with you sleeping while I do all the yard work.”

Geralt rolls his eyes before splashing his face with water, “It was only one time. I’m not tired anyway...”

“That’s no excuse, you know what Vesemir says, ‘A tired witcher is a dead one.’” Eskel lectures handing him a dry towel.

The image of the wolf flashes in his mind, even now he can feel its fangs gnawing on his ribs, “D-does it matter? We’re going to die anyway...didn’t Vesemir also say ‘no witcher dies of old age’?” he argues taking the towel.

It was Eskel’s turn to roll his eyes as he suddenly grabs Geralt’s wrist and leads him toward his bed near the window.

“Eskel, what are you-”

“It’s the middle of the night, I’m tired and you’re sulking. Looks like I have no choice other than to sleep with you, baby brother.”

“Baby? We’re the same age,” Geralt growls but still follows him.

“And yet you still act like you aren’t,” Eskel teases as he lays back down pulling the smaller wolf with him.

Geralt knew there was no use in trying to escape. They might be the same age but Eskel was still twice his size. Vesemir says that he was just a late bloomer, a part of him hopes that’s the truth. But for now, he tries to make himself comfortable laying on the edge of the bed.

Slowly, he closes his eyes only for Eskel to pull him into a tight hug.

“Eskel!” he growls

“The bed is too small, you’ll fall off. What? Are you too old to get a hug from your big brother?” Eskel teases.

“Yes! Now let go! You whoreson!” Geralt snarls trying his best to shove him away to no avail.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Do you want me to sing you a lullaby to help you sleep?”

“I’ll rip your throat out if you try.”

Eskel chuckles but doesn’t let go, “You know I’ll always be by your side right? Even on the path or six feet under I’ll always be there.” he says with a sudden and yet soft tone.

Geralt stops fussing and sighs, “I know...”

“So then stop sulking and sleep. I’ll make sure to keep any nightmares away.” Eskel smiles giving him a gentle squeeze.

With that, Geralt slowly closed his eyes.

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The morning was cold and unwelcoming. Even with the mutations, the young witchers had to wear their furs to withstand the freezing temperature around the temple.

Snow crunched underneath the boys’ feet as they worked around the temple’s farm.

“He’s late,” Geralt comments brushing down his horse’s black mane.

“Vesemir? Yeah, he is. Normally he picks us up before the first snow fall.” Eskel replays feeding his horse a few sugar cubes he may or may not have stolen from the kitchen.

“And yet it’s been three weeks from then.”

Eskel shrugs, “Maybe he got lost in some brothel.”

“I’m being serious, Eskel,” Geralt huffs.

“I am too,” Eskel smirks.

“What if he’s dead? What will happen to us?”

Eskel’s gaze softens, “He’s fine Geralt. We would’ve been told something if he was killed.”

Geralt doesn’t respond and just went back to brushing.

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The sun had set some time ago and yet Geralt couldn’t sleep, instead, he managed to convince Eskel to do some rounds of Gwent.

“So how many times do I have to tell you before you finally get it? Vesemir is fine. He’s probably just doing a last-minute contract. Maybe he stopped by a bakery and bought us some sweets,” Eskel tries to comfort as he places down one of his archers.

“Or he’s dead,” Geralt says bluntly placing down a scorch card.

“Tch, bastard,” Eskel curses before placing down another card, “What makes you so sure? I heard Vesemir is over 100 years old. Witchers don’t grow that old without being good at their jobs.”

“The older the witcher, the slower they get,” Geralt refutes before hearing a knock on the door.

Quickly, the two boys scramble to hide their cards before replaying with, “Come in.”

The door slowly opens as one of the priestesses walks in, “Oh good, you boys are still awake. Vesemir is here. Make sure to take all of your stuff before leaving.” she says before bowing her head and leaving.

“What is that saying again? Oh right, I told you so,” Eskel grins.

Geralt rolls his eyes and elbows him in the side before picking up his bags, “Race you downstairs.”

Unable to refuse a challenge, Eskel immediately bolts out the door followed by his brother. Even with their heavy bags, they ran like wolves through the temple till reaching their goal.

As usual, Eskel arrives first, smirking proudly at his achievement.

“You cheated. I didn’t say go yet.” Geralt huffs.

“Always the sore loser.” Eskel chuckles before suddenly stopping, staring at Vesemir with wide eyes.

Confused, Geralt follows his gaze landing on a small red-headed boy standing next to Vesemir.

“Boys, this is Lambert. If he survives the trials, he’ll be your brother in arms. Even so, on our journey back to Kear Morhen, protect him and treat him as if he’s already one of our own,” Vesemir states placing his hand over the small boy’s shoulder.

And just like that, there were three...

Next Part ->

A/N: Well this is my first attempt in a full witcher fanfic. It’s probably very different from many other fanfics but I love to focus on the brotherly aspects of the wolfs. My hopes are to make this a fluff series with some action and suspense, maybe some angst, but overall try to post a story about three brothers. Can’t promise I’ll update consistently but I’ll try my best. I hope at least one of you can enjoy it.

@ Tags: @wrongdodo

[softsnzstuff]

Sick streamer Steve doing an irl stream out in public with Eddie <3 he has an allergy attack and Eddie has to take over the camera for a bit and entertain chat while you can still very clearly hear Steve sneezing in the background

Where are you guys?

Why are you in a forest? 😩

Watch out for axe murderers

“Oh my god, relax guys. We’re just on a walk. No murderers here.” Steve rolled his eyes, looking above the phone’s camera as he walked.

He had decided a little fresh air would be good for him and Eddie. The weather was phenomenal after all.

“Ask us things!” Eddie called over Steve’s shoulder.

Chat went nuts at the opportunity.

Favorite color?

U a top or bottom lols

Why are you outside tho???

Eddie walked quicker to look at Steve’s phone. He pointed at the screen. “Black! Or red. But definitely one of the two.” Eddie answered about his favorite color.

Steve scrolled, “ew we’re not answering that one.” He mumbled. “We’re outside because I made Eddie come for a walk with me.”

Who would win in a fight? Mario or Sonic?

Where are you going?

Best season??

“Mario, duh.” Eddie scoffed, reading the screen. More comments flooded in as Eddie defended his answer. “Listen, okay?? All Sonic does is what? Run fast? Mario is SO much more versatile! There’s no competition!”

Steve waited till Eddie was done before he moved onto the next questions.

“We’re going to the snF park…” the brunette rubbed at his nose with a knuckle, trying to ward off the tickle that was working its way deeper into his nose.

“Best season??” Eddie interpreted as he wanted to, “of Criminal Minds? Five. Definitely.”

“I think they meant snrFF seasons in the year…” Steve’s eyes fluttered shut as he turned to the side, loosely aiming towards his arm, “AEI’sssh’EW! H’iKSHh’iew!”

Eddie, who as walking beside him, jumped out of the way, over dramatically screeching, “EW!”. Spray hung in the air momentarily as Steve wiped at his nose with the back of his hand.

“Bless you.”

Bless you!

Don’t sneeze on Eddie!!

Are you sick?

“Thanks guys. Snlrff. No, not sick. My allergies can get bad sometihhh times… H’eKSHh’EW! ISSHiew!!”

“Bless you again.” Eddie said.

They finally reached the park that was serving as their destination. It was really just a clearing in the trees with picnic tables in the middle. It was just off the main cement path, but far enough away from the playground and family areas.

Why did you decide to stream?

Where’s Robin?

Coming to StreamCon in Manhattan this year?

Steve plopped himself down at one of the picnic tables, Eddie sitting on the table part and resting his arms on his knees.

“I started streaming because I got bored! Wanted someone to talk to when I played games and shit.” Steve laughed, pawing again at his itchy nose.

“Why do you guys wanna know about Robin?” Eddie joked. “She’s not even that cool.”

Steve elbowed him and they both laughed. “I’m only joking! She’s doing some gardening with Nancy today.” Eddie admitted.

“Are we coming to Manhattan?” Eddie smirked, “Steve wanna answer that one?”

He turned to face the younger man, who appeared to be struggling with a stuck sneeze. His lips were parted, eyes closed, and nostrils flaring.

“Hehhh hell yeah we’re chiiihh coming…” there was a pause before he inhaled sharply - a false start. “HEH!”

“For Christ sake Stevie, just sneeze already.” Eddie rolled his eyes at the other’s dramatics.

“Cahhh can’t…”

“Give me that.” Eddie grabbed the phone out of Steve’s hand, turning it on himself, “Okay guys, give Steve a minute. And uh, headphone users? Take them out now or forever hold your peace.”

What do you mean?

Wait we need more warning

Oh shit…

Eddie leaned towards Steve, using his pointer finger to trace down the bridge of his nose before bopping it right on the tip.

“Fuhhck Eddie… HISSSSH! ISSSSH’ieww! TISSH!”

The older man leaned away, grinning into the camera, clearly proud of the results he’d had.

“Bles-”

“IK’tchEW! Tch’IEW!!”

Steve, doubled over, stood up and stumbled off towards the tree line so as not to interrupt the live stream. His sneezes still audible in the background.

Bless you times a lot

Is he okay?

Where’s he going?

Hello Steve?

“Gosh, sorry about him.” Eddie teased.

“As I was saying. Yes we’ll be-”

“Itssch!!”

“-in Manhattan for StreamCon this year.”

“H’etsssch! ISSH!!”

“I’m super excited to meet you all and I know Steve is too.” Eddie jokingly looked over his shoulder, knowing the man couldn’t respond. “Right Steve??”

“Aesssh’IEW! HISSSSH!”

Eddie’s mischievous grin turned into a concerned frown.

“Gosh he really isn’t stopping is he?” He looked at the camera again, “I’ll bet you guys anything he forgot to take his allergy pills this morning…”

Of course he did

STEVE!

Oh my god what a himbo ☠️

Get him the pills dammit 😩

“Alright guys I’m gonna-”

“EGK’tschIEW! Fuck!”

“-gonna end the stream here. Gotta get this guy home.”

Bye Eddie!!!

See u in Manhattan 😎

Go help Steve!

Eddie clicked the ‘End Stream’ button and slipped his partners phone into his back pocket, getting up and heading over to him.

Steve was doubled over at the tree line, hands on his knees as he sneezed openly towards the ground. His eyes were streaming and there were small strings of mucus dangling from the tip of his nose.

Eddie put a hand on his back to steady him as his breath hitched again, once again spraying towards the earth beneath him.

“HEH’ iKSHh’EW! Hihhh HNG’tch’EW!”

The mess leaking from his nose bounced back towards his face as he sniffed soupily, coughing.

Eddie had pulled the bandana out of his pocket and bent down, pinching it around Steve’s nose.

“Hey baby, blow for me.”

“NG’tchUH!”

“That…works too.”

Steve took a shaky breath in and blew his nose gently, Eddie feeling his bandana fill up with the warm mess.

The older man removed it, folding it over and pressing it back against Steve’s nose. “Again?”

Steve was mortified but far too exhausted to care about it right now. He took another breath, blowing again and feeling his sinuses clear more.

“Good boy.” Eddie helped Steve stand up straight.

“I forgot mby allergy pill this mborni’g…” Steve admitted, embarrassed.

“Thought as much. Let’s get you home and rinsed off, Kay?”

Steve nodded. “Thanks Eddie.”

[silentsneezes]

a perfect storm

snzer: eddie munson

snz kink steve! no spoilers!

fandom: stranger things

All day, Eddie's nose has been terribly bothersome. First, it was the freshly cut grass on his neighbor's lawn. Next, it was some stupid candle Dustin gave him in an attempt to create a “more homelike atmosphere”.

“k’n’GSCXHT!”

Eddie barely stifles a harsh sneeze, pressing his ringed knuckles against the base of his frustrated nose. His nostrils quiver delicately as his breath catches. A sneeze teases him for a few moments.

His nose twitches again, he sighs with relief as the itch temporarily leaves him alone. He’s sitting in his van and waiting outside the Family Video to pick up his boyfriend. Eddie turns up the radio in an attempt to drown out his sniffling; maybe if he sounds less allergic, he’ll feel less allergic.

“Heh… You’re shi-hih?-shitting me-HRrSCHxT! HN’k’GSCHew!”

Eddie catches two partially stifled sneezes in the folds of his bandana, wiping roughly at his nose and giving it a soft blow. He smiles widely as Steve walks towards the van, hopping in and immediately leaning back in the leather clad seat.

“Long shift?” Eddie asks teasingly, pawing at his nose as the itch re-emerges,

“It wasn’t too bad,” Steve shrugs, looking over at Eddie, “Henderson came in and used the phone a shit ton. I had to help him work the phone like five times. The little shit,” Steve finishes, a fond smile tugging at his lips.

The moment is ruined when Eddie takes in a sudden hitching breath, his nose scrunching in retaliation as he dissolves into a fit, “hEHKrRSChh! h’MPTsCHhu! Heh… heh-sorrreh-k’GNsxtchu-g’k’ngsct! Sorry, Stevie-heh…HerrRsXSCh!”

Eddie flushes red and sniffles against the hand cupped over his nose and mouth. After a few seconds of Eddie keeping one hand on the steering wheel and one over his face, Steve reaches for his boyfriend’s bandana. Eddie doubts his face has ever been this red from embarrassment. Steve nudges Eddie’s hand with the bandana and wipes at his tender nose gently, igniting a softly muffled, “hhPtsmch!” caught by Steve’s bandana-clad hand.

“Bless you,” Steve comments stupidly, shifting in his seat to hide the obvious pressure forming. Eddie tugs the bandana from Steve’s hand and barades his nose with the fabric, still blushing deeply.

“Sorry,” Eddie shoots Steve a small, but genuine, smile, “my nose has just been so -snf- annoyed today.”

“Hmm? Howso?” Steve questions, glancing out the window in an attempt to seem as nonchalant as possible. Eddie’s rings glint in the sunlight, drawing Steve’s gaze to Eddie’s attractive hands. His fingers rest delicately on the steering wheel, tapping to the beat of the song; Eddie doesn’t seem to notice as his fingers dance to the radio. He’s more preoccupied with his nose again.

Eddie takes a small delicate inhale, his pink nostrils flare widely in response. He tries a different method of fighting the building sneezes and knuckles harshly at his nose. Three itchy expulsions tumble out of him before he can react, “k’cSCHh! n’GSKchu! h’pPtTSChew!”

“Bless you, bless you, bless you,” Steve says softly as each expulsion takes place. He swallows, trying desperately to form a coherent thought as his boyfriend snuffles allergically.

Luckily enough, Eddie doesn’t sneeze for the last minute of their drive. They pull into the trailer park, Eddie’s van humming in response to the summer heat. The couple spares no time walking into the air conditioned trailer: neither is particularly eager to spend time outside in this heat (or pollen).

“hhN’GXc,shew!” Eddie stifles into his fist, sighing as the sneeze does nothing to quell his bothersome nose.

“You’re not coming down with something, are you?” Steve frowns. Sure, it’s probably allergies, but Eddie’s crudy immune system always worries Steve (cold season is a nightmare).

“No, no,” Eddie quickly assures, “Just so many things bothering my nose today,” he sniffles as his nostrils flare teasingly, “it’s like a perfect little storm of allergens.”

Eddie chuckles softly at his own joke before turning to smile at Steve. He glances down towards the tent forming in Steve’s pants, a smirk playing at his lips. He smirks and walks over to Steve, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Got something to tell me, Steve?” Eddie teases. Steve rolls his eyes, but he’s also completely enthralled with Eddie’s pink, quivering nose. It’s running slightly, forcing Eddie to sniffle every so often. Eddie’s features contort into a hazy expression as another sneeze teases his allergy ridden nose.

Steve leans into another kiss, allowing himself to indulge in his kink. Eddie pulls away before too long, tucking his nose into Steve’s neck and muffling a few allergic sneezes.

[irrfahrer]

“To be honest I told the Spacer who dropped me off here just ‘As far away from those trooper-Kriffers as possible and at best with breathable air’. So yeh, I knew this is Koboh but more was not really interesting to me. Glad to know that the citizen here are not hurt by kriffing creative wordchosings.” the Tynnan, still using the horrible clonetrooper slang she had learn dint he sickbays of the clonewars, wriggled her fluffy ears in amusement, even if that moment only lasted a few seconds before she pinnend her ears back again with a irritated huff that made her whiskers bristle: “Although considering what happned to you it was not as far away from the stormtroopers as I wished it to be. I should ask for my credits back, to be honest.”

Ziv lifted her small paws in a defeated gesture, sighing dramatically loud: “Okay, than no kriffing treatment for you.Your kriffing decision, your life,Your health, pup. ” Still she got on one knee, grabbed her rucksack, pulled out a plastoidpack filled with pretty red, dried petals and, shouldering her rucksack again,walked over to the other to place the pack on the ground beside his chair. “Avabush tea.” she explained with a little wink: “ You will have a very big head as soon as you will try to lay down and sleep in a few hours, so consider brewing it up and drink it before going to bed. Avabushtea is painkilling and makes one sleep as peaceful as a kriffing puppy. It also is a truthserum, but I assume-” she looked up the the small house, the one chair the man was sitting on and the fact that he smelled of dust, blood and soap but the scent of another person was not thickly sticking to him but only as a faint wisp as soft as a sillage: “- you live alone so just make sure you sleep on your own and you will avoid any awkward confessions before falling asleep.”

She was about to leave the man, but his last words made her perk up like an alerted animal with her ears jolted up and her whiskers suddenly bristled: “'A little bit of Bacta’? Does that mean you have Bacta-recources here? A imperial medicenter?” Most Bacta-products wer given out in imperial medicenters and as Ziv was most of the time serving people who could not visit medicenters for the risk of getting their identichips checked, she had to work with Bacta like one would work with precious gems: Carefully, doling it out and only using it for extreme injuries. The few times in which Ziv had tried to get her paws on Bacta over Black markets or from thiefs who ahd contacts to medicenters, she had only seldomly been able to buy clean bacta and the dirty bacta that was easily affordable outside of Medicenters, like the dosis she had used as a teenager on one of her injuries shortly after Order 66, harboured the risk of developing Bacta-allergies. And Ziv who was allergic to Bacta did not wanted to risk that for her patients:   “Or other ways to get your paws on clean bacta?”

[ @survivorsofthegalaxy ]

“ can you hear me? hey… puppy, can you hear my voice? “ [ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more. @irrfahrer for Moran.

SETTLING DUST PROMPTS

@irrfahrer

For a long moment, Moran debated answering the call so close to him. He'd had his eyes closed since the hit across his temple, knocked off his feet onto the ground. Though he didn't hear any other footsteps or chatter filtered through helmets, he still waited a few shallow breaths longer before daring to peek one green eye open. He did see white, but not the gleaming-yet-cheap armor of a stormtrooper - it was fur, ruffled by the valley's wind, belonging to a Tynnan. Well, that explained the 'puppy' bit, at least.

Still, he remained cautious as he took the offered paw, glancing around. No Imperials in sight; apparently they'd only bothered haranguing those at the settlement's outskirts. Even they knew better than to tangle directly with Doma Dendra. "Loud and clear," Moran sighed, just above a whisper, and sat up. He got his feet under him easily enough, but made one more check of their surroundings before he stood to his full height. Brushing dirt from his jacket and pants, he added, "I don't know whether to praise your luck, or tell you to try another planet. You just missed the Imperials' latest drive-by bullying."

[drowningindango]

40 with hashiizu, pls and thank! 💖🌻

More cat shenanigans 🙌✨

Okay, this prompt just short circuited something in my brain and we are far over the expected sentence count. xD

(I posted it on ao3 too for this reason. Go under the cut to read it here.)

HashiIzu / Pet

“Why do all the men in my life disappoint me?” Izuna whined with a quivering lip.

He played up the part of the victim, but Hashirama knew he was far from being the “poor little meow meow” in this scenario. With a sigh, he rubbed his temples.

“Izuna…” he started but got interrupted once again by the other dramatically flinging himself against a wall.

“First my brother,” Izuna wailed. “Now my own husband. When will the injustice ever end?”

The tabby cat he was cradling in his arms gave a long and sad meow, as if in agreement, though it was more likely that it just wanted to be put down. There were, however, three others slinking around Izuna’s legs, purring seductively and more than willing to take their sibling’s place. Hashirama was watching all of them like a hawk, not risking anything with these fur balls. There was a whole desk between them, but he would rather prefer a fence. One of them, a fluffy beast with dark fur, eyed his furniture with all too eager eyes. The shinobi part of his brain already mapped out possible routes of escape in case a cat decided to jump towards him.

“Madara is hardly to blame for his allergy,” Hashirama said and crossed his arms. “And I’m willing to compromise on maybe one cat, but FOUR?” He shuddered. “That’s too much.”

The thought of allowing a single one of these chaotic creatures into their home made him anxious. Maybe it was his affinity to wood chakra, but they were just too eager to sink their claws into his poor, unsuspecting shins… Not to mention the way they kept sneaking up on him! Nature was cruel when it gave cats the ability to effortlessly conceal their presence. His heart would not survive a whole litter of kittens. But Izuna was stubborn in this. Why couldn’t he have a soft spot for any other pet? Literally any other one!

“It was my childhood dream to die alone and single, surrounded by a hoard of sweet fluffy cats.” Izuna scowled. “I already compromised when I married you.”

Hashirama folded over and buried his head in his arms, a dark cloud of depression hanging over his head. “Maybe you should elope with the cats then,” he mumbled, “if I am such a bother.”

The corner of his lips twitched a little when he heard the telltale sigh of defeat and a gentle thud of paws hitting the floor. Footsteps circled his desk and approached his still sulking form. A pair of arms enveloped him in a warm embrace. He immediately relaxed into it, letting Izuna’s smaller frame wrap around his body.

“You’re such a baby,” Izuna groaned after a moment of quiet. “A manipulative, evil baby. You’re not even sad, I can literally feel you laughing right now, you asshole.”

Hashirama snickered openly after that.

“Says the one who almost cried to get his will,” he countered.

“…Fair enough.”

Izuna stayed in place though. Once he attached himself to Hashirama, he was quite clingy, despite avidly protesting that fact whenever anyone brought it up.

“You know I didn’t mean that, right?” He asked casually, but there was a tinge of nervousness in his voice.

Hashirama hummed. “I know.”

There was another pause but he could sense that there was still something weighing Izuna’s mind.

“I think… I’m actually looking forward to grow old with you.”

His heart beat fast at that whispered confession, so small and fragile that it almost escaped his ears despite Izuna being right next to him. He lifted his head and broke the embrace to stare at his husband in wonder. Izuna’s face was beet red and he looked just as sweet as when he admitted his feelings for the first time. Despite the peace treaty, despite the courtship, despite their marriage it had always seemed as if Izuna was still afraid that something would shatter their new reality. But now…

There was nothing but genuine longing in his eyes.

Longing for a future together.

“Me too,” Hashirama smiled and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.

Izuna returned the smile but then a mischievous twinkle entered his eyes.

“Does that mean we can keep-…?” He began and Hashirama frowned. He lifted a finger against that plush mouth to shut him up.

“One cat. Just one.” When Izuna pouted again, he wavered a little. “Maybe two.”

“Maybe three…?” Izuna sang in a low voice, all too reminiscent of a purr, while bumping their foreheads together. A clever hand toyed with the collar of his kimono shirt, not even trying to be subtle at the attempt of bribery.

“Izuna?”

“Mmh?”

“I think one of the cats is chewing on my toe…”

“Is that a no to three?”

“It’s definitely a no.”

[fluffquinn]

Tiger Trouble

Pairing: hybrid!hoshi x oc

tw: none yet!

w.c.: 1,163

a/n: oooh! I'm so excited to kick off this series, and I really hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Today was the big day. Blaire had finally decided to adopt a hybrid, and she was now heading over to the hybrid shelter in her city. Her friend Minghao worked there as a receptionist, while her other friend, Mingyu, was one of the nurses. They had been urging her to get a hybrid for the past few months, and after considering some things, such as her living space and bills, Blaire discovered that she could just barely afford to get one. The only thing she might have to do is put in extra hours at work.

Getting out of her car, Blaire smoothed out her crop-top button-up and walked through the shelter doors. Minghao's bright smile was the first thing that greeted her, then after that was his long arms around her shoulders,

"You finally decided to get one, huh?", he asked, flaming red hair bouncing as he hopped on the tips of his toes. Blaire chuckled, nodding,

"Yeah, I did. I'm nervous, though. I've never had one, not even when I was a kid.", she said, rubbing the side of her neck. it was common for families to own younger hybrids while their kids are still young, it allowed them to leave their kids to their own devices and not have to worry about them getting bored and begging for attention. 

"Don't be! I'm sure all the hybrids you meet today will love you! I'll call Mingyu out, I'm sure he'd love to see you.", he let go of her shoulders and practically skipped through the 'employees only' door. A few seconds later, Mingyu's large figure shot out of the door and slammed into her.

"I'm so glad you're here! Our groveling has finally worked!", he exclaimed, shaking Blaire back and forth as he spoke. Minghao laughed, putting his hand on Mingyu's shoulder,

"Alright, alright, don't give her Shaking Baby Syndrome. Let's get the paperwork for her to fill out, and then introduce her to some hybrids.", Minghao said, pulling Mingyu away and shoving him back through the 'employees only' door before settling back into his seat behind the front desk. 

After a little while of sifting through papers, he pulled out a packet of papers,

"These are for background checks, criminal records, and animal allergies, etc. it's to make sure that no harm will come to you or the hybrid for reasons x, y, or z. Just fill this out, and then we can move on to showing you the hybrids we have with us today.", he explained, handing Blaire a pen from the desk and motioning to a seat in the lobby before returning to his work. 

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Finishing the paperwork, Blaire handed it to Minghao and he looked over it for a moment before nodding at her and getting up from the desk. Popping his head into the back room, he called for one of his co-workers, Jihoon, to take over at the front desk for him. Grabbing Blaire's wrist, he took her through grey double doors, leading to a large white and pastel-colored room. 

Hybrids of all ages were lounging around the room, just doing whatever, but they all paused and turned their attention to the two standing at the door. Blaire shuffled around nervously, jolting whenever Minghao gently pushed her forwards into the room. All of a sudden, the hybrids crowded around her, the younger ones pawing at her legs, making her fight back a coo. 

Settling down in an area in the room, the hybrids approached her in smaller groups this time. There were a few that caught her attention, but none that really stood out to her as someone she would want to live with. There was a sweet deer hybrid named Vernon, and Blaire knew immediately one of her friends, Seina would adore him. Looking around the room, Blaire noticed a hybrid curled up in the corner, a frown on his face.

Standing up and walking over, Blaire crouched in front of the hybrid. The hybrid's ears swiveled towards her, eyes flicking towards her as well, but never making eye contact. Blaire smiled gently, reaching her hand out, palm up,

"Hey there, um, I'm Blaire.", she said, which made him look up again, this time locking eyes. He gave a half-smile, the type you give when you don't really want to talk to someone, but you do it to be polite. 

"So, what kind of hybrid are you?", she asked, assuming he was a tiger, but wanting to engage him in conversation.

"A tiger, why?", he confirmed, narrowing his eyes at her. Blaire grinned, undeterred by his stand-offish attitude,

"Awesome! I love tigers! They're super pretty and very strong. Majestic, too! I did a research project on them in, like, 4th grade or something.", she said, rambling slightly. The hybrid slowly raised his head, feeling his ego being boosted with each word. Blaire kept talking about her 4th-grade project, eventually getting side-tracked into talking about how much she hated her math teacher from the same year. 

The hybrid just leaned his chin on his arms, just watching her talk. She was very animated, waving her hands around, and mocking expressions and voices. His eyes, once sharp and distrustful, were now softened and his body was relaxed. Minghao came over and placed his hand on Blaire's shoulder, shocking her out of her regaling of the tale of how Jun had almost eaten a frog. 

Minghao told her it was time to leave and Blaire pouted up at him but nodded anyway. Turning back to the hybrid, she smiled at him and slowly reached up, waiting for him to move away from her. But, he didn't, so Blaire scratched his ears before mussing his hair up and following Minghao out. She gave one last wave to everyone in the room and the door shut behind her.

"So, taken a liking to Soonyoung, eh?", Minghao said, smiling knowingly at his friend. 

"Soonyoung? Is that the tiger hybrid's name?", she asked, tilting her head, letting her brown hair fall over her shoulders. Minghao nodded,

"Yeah, but the other hybrids call him 'Hoshi', 'tiger's gaze'", he said, walking Blaire to her car.

"So, if I come back next week, same time, and I get him to agree, can I take him home?", Blaire asked, referring to the pretty tiger. Minghao nodded, his bright smile only growing in size. 

"Well then, I'll see you next week!", she exclaimed, quickly driving home. 

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After arriving home, Blaire flopped onto her bed, squealing and kicking her feet in delight. Feeling sleepy, Blaire placed her head on her pillow, kicked her shoes haphazardly onto the floor, and fell asleep to dreams of cute chuffs and sleepy cuddles.

[flashflashhundredyarddash]

Between You, Batman, and the Bat-Hound, I'll Take the Bat-Hound

A fic about Bruce Wayne deciding to adopt a service dog.

Read on ao3 here. Warning for major character death.

Bruce got Ace when Dick was ten. He’d started therapy when Dick was eight, but it had taken a while for it to occur to Bruce to get a service animal. Ace was a German Shepherd who had thrived in his emotional support training and had so far passed all his requirements with shining colors. Bruce and Dick had met Ace and a few other dogs in New York a month before their graduation and Dick had felt an immediate connection to the dog. Bruce had made a sizable donation to the program, paid for the full costs of the next 632 dogs that were going to be placed with owners for the next year, and a month later Bruce, Dick, and Alfred flew back to New York to pick up Ace and fly home.

For being only one year old, Ace was a dog who took his job very seriously. He had obediently followed Bruce from room to room, and didn’t wander off while they were in the Batcave, and instead sat patiently at Bruce’s feet.

Dick adored Ace, and it was obvious Ace loved Dick. Ace technically had his own bed, though Ace actually spent half his nights sleeping with Dick and half his nights curled up on Bruce’s bed. Dick always tried to come with Bruce for Ace’s walks and always made sure Ace got presents when the holidays rolled around. Ace’s favorite toy was a Batman plush Dick bought for him, and Ace carried it with him everywhere. Ace stoically endured it when a 12-year-old Dick dressed him in a Batman costume for Halloween. The picture of the dog was hung in the hallway leading to the kitchen, where other important family photos resided, with the caption “Ace the Bat-Hound” in Dick’s handwriting. Ace curled up with Dick whenever Dick had nightmares about snapping wires.

Bruce loved his serious and stoic dog.

Jason was wary of Ace when he first came to the manor. In his experience, most big dogs were threats he had to guard against. Bruce had combatted this by letting Jason come with him to the office one day while Ace was working, his bright red service vest on. By the end of the day, Jason was significantly more comfortable with the dog, and it wasn’t odd to see Jason holding one-sided conversations with Ace while ranting about his homework.

Ace took his responsibilities just as seriously when it came to Jason as he did when it came to Bruce and Dick. He spent most nights in Jason’s bedroom, who had horrible night terrors. When Jason was at school, Ace spent his time in Dick’s room, curled up on the bed with his Batman toy.

When Jason died, Ace stayed attached to Bruce’s side every minute that he could. When Bruce was on patrol, he paced the hallway in front of Jason’s locked door, and sometimes Alfred would cry into his fur. Ace spent more time in the Batcave, waiting for Bruce to come home, his head resting on his crossed paws. Alfred stayed alert for Ace to come get him when Bruce was injured (which was often).

Tim’s mother had claimed an allergy to dogs and cats, so Tim had grown up with neither. He knew, logically, that Bruce Wayne had a service dog, but he hadn’t been prepared for the reality of an animal that seemed to be what happened if Bruce Wayne’s personality had been put into the body of a dog. The first time Tim heard Bruce really laugh had been when Ace had tugged Tim to the floor while wrestling over a rope, and then had climbed onto Tim and whined apologetically. When Tim’s parents left on trips after only being home a few weeks and he collapsed into the bed in his spare bedroom at Wayne Manor that was slowly becoming his bedroom, Ace would lay with him, on top of Tim’s legs. Ace was too well-trained to jump in greeting, but his tail always wagged when he saw Tim again, and when Dick began to come around more Ace could barely contain himself from following his first kid around the manor.

David Cain had used dogs in his training of Cassandra. When Bruce had first seen the horrific bite scar in Cass’s upper arm, he’d gritted his teeth and within the week took down a burgeoning dog fighting ring.

He thought about doing what he did with Jason, letting Cass spend a few days with him and Ace to let Cass feel more comfortable, but Cass had had any and all indications of fear trained out of her, so Bruce couldn’t even be sure she was even afraid of them. Ace, clever as he was, seemed to pick up on Bruce’s tension, and was always on his best behavior when Cass was around. While Bruce was still mulling it over, he came across Cass and Ace in the library, Cass with her phone leaned up against Ace and watching a video while Ace sat quietly with his Batman toy, his tail wagging. Bruce quickly teamed up with Ace to teach him the ASL signs for his commands, and soon enough Cass started to take Ace with her whenever she left the manor to travel into Gotham, Ace wearing his vest with pride. Ace was a big hit with the Gotham City Adult Beginner’s Ballet Class, who were very careful to not distract Ace from his job.

Ace met Krypto once. Ace was unimpressed. Bruce shared half his sandwich with Ace as a reward.

The first time Red Hood was invited back to the Batcave, Ace had sniffed him, settled at his feet, and had refused to leave his side until Jason left. Ace once again took up vigil outside Jason’s door, so Alfred unlocked it for him. Alfred sat on the edge of Jason’s bed, and Ace had put his head in Alfred’s lap and closed his eyes while Alfred pet him. Ace went to retrieve his toy and then slept in Jason’s room for the first time in several years.

When Damian came to the manor, Ace was an old dog, with grey around his muzzle. Sometimes he had trouble going down the stairs. Bruce did not miss Damian’s quickly hidden interest in the dog, and had kneeled down to introduce them.

When Dick, Damian, and Alfred moved to the penthouse, Damian had quickly commandeered responsibility for taking care of Ace. He prepared specially made food for him, took him on his walk, and defaulted to talking about Ace whenever he could.

For Ace, the strangest part about moving back to the manor and seeing Bruce again for the first time in a year was learning to live with other animals. When Titus first arrived, he was small enough to walk underneath Ace, but he quickly grew into his oversized paws and soon the Great Dane dwarfed the German Shepherd. Titus loved Ace, and while Ace tried to act disinterested, he was clearly fond of Titus, too. For Halloween that year, Ace was once again forced into his Batman costume by his first kid while Titus happily played in his Robin costume. Alfred the cat was apparently supposed to be Catwoman. Ace grumpily sat by Bruce while Bruce sympathetically patted the old dog on the head and then he spent the night in Bruce’s bed when he came back from patrol.

When Duke joined the family, Ace was a quiet, old dog with drooping eyes. He couldn’t come out with Duke because he got tired easily, but whenever Duke visited his parents Ace would spend the rest of the day with him. He carried his Batman toy with him everywhere. He was a pleasant companion while Duke did homework, and didn’t seem to care when Duke blasted his music. In the afternoons, while everyone else was asleep, Ace came down with Duke to the Batcave and waited patiently for Duke to suit up for patrol, and was always there when Duke came back.

One day, Duke and Damian came home from school to find Steph, Cass, and Tim huddled at the base of the grand staircase, whispering. Duke and Damian shared a look before approaching them, and when Damian made a loud “tt” noise, Tim and Steph jumped and whirled around while Cass turned sedately. Damian stared at the trio judgmentally while they all looked at each other. Duke noticed Ace at their feet.

“Ace can’t make it up the stairs,” Tim finally said, looking unsettled. Duke’s attention immediately snapped to Ace, who was laying down just beside the first step.

“Can he walk at all?” Damian asked.

“He followed us from the living room,” Steph said, “but he was limping a little. And then he couldn’t make it up the stairs after us.”

Damian chewed his lip, uncharacteristically unsure. “We should call Father,” he finally said, “and bring his bed downstairs. And his toy.”

Steph veered back to the living room to fetch his toy while Cass and Duke went upstairs to get his bed out of Bruce’s room. Damian gently shepherded Ace to the kitchen with Alfred while Tim called Bruce, his voice quiet in the somber mood of the kitchen while the kids lingered there.

Bruce, who was at Wayne Enterprises, broke several traffic laws to get home within half an hour to meet his family in the kitchen. He crouched to check over Ace the same way Damian did, and Ace’s tail began to wag weakly as soon as he saw Bruce.

“He seems alright apart from the stairs,” Damian reported. “He ate and drank at his usual times, though he does appear more lethargic than usual.”

His other children and Alfred watched Bruce and Bruce ran his hand over Ace’s side, thinking.

“I’ll keep an eye on him tonight,” Bruce decided. “If he gets worse, I’ll take him to the vet. I’ll inform Dick, Jason, and Barbara to cover my patrol route.”

Duke shared an alarmed look with Cass. Bruce almost never passed up a night of patrol without much cajoling.

That night, Bruce moved his things downstairs and took up residence with Ace in one of the spare bedrooms on the first floor. Over the next month, visitors trickled in one at a time.

Dick seemed to be over every other day. He bought Ace a Robin plush that quickly settled beside his old and ragged Batman plush, right in the center of Bruce and Ace’s new bed. Dick brought his daughter, too, and she happily petted Ace and played with him while Ace bore it with the quiet dignity he always did.

Barbara visited, and she sat on the couch with Ace in the living room while she coded and he snored. At dinner, she dropped food underneath the table for him.

Titus spent his mornings while the kids were at school with Ace, cuddling with him and trying to play. Once, Ace had growled ferociously when Titus tried to take his Batman toy, and Damian had retreated to his room in tears after he’d pulled Titus away. Ace had apologised the next day by letting Titus play with the toy, though he was careful not to let it out of his sight.

After patrol one night Bruce came home and Ace was on his dog bed, asleep. Bruce couldn’t recall a time when Ace hadn’t either stayed up to wait for Bruce or gone to sleep with one of the children. Bruce picked Ace’s toys up off of their bed and set them by Ace, and then curled up around his dog for a brief minute and had fallen asleep on the dog bed.

Jason had carried Ace up the stairs and they spent the whole day in Jason’s room, and when Jason got bored of that they’d wandered into everyone else’s rooms, and found an old ball hiding underneath Damian’s bed. Ace had panted happily when they reached Bruce’s room, so they’d spent the day watching movies on Bruce’s bed.

Cass invited some of her old friends from the ballet group and Ace had perked up. They’d laughed and spent a few hours with him, and at the end of the visit Cass had been the proud owner of a bag of treats for Ace. That night, she spent several hours during patrol following every stray dog she found, giving them food and water when she could.

Steph bought Ace increasingly ridiculous doggy accessories when inspiration struck and taking numerous selfies with him, matching sunglasses on their face. She sent every one to Bruce.

Sometimes, Alfred the cat would take advantage of Ace’s now docile attitude to sit on him and take a nap.

Tim managed to coax Ace out onto the manor grounds on a particularly sunny day and Tim sketched out blueprints while Ace lay pressed against his side. The sun seemed to give him enough energy to play fetch with a stick for a few throws, and Tim recorded him on his phone and then sent it to the family group chat. Bruce reacted to the video with a heart.

Damian spent any time not in school or on patrol with Ace. He quietly followed Ace from room to room, from sibling to sibling and during their monthly family movie night he sat on the floor with Ace and the rest of their siblings and patted his belly and cooed at him about what a good boy he was. A few times, Bruce had gone upstairs after the rest of his children had already gone to sleep and found Damian asleep in his bed with Ace.

While they waited for the rest of their family to return home from patrol, Alfred sat with Ace in Bruce and Ace’s room and gently pet him while he read a book.

Duke carried Ace down to the Batcave after his afternoon patrol while the rest of the house’s occupants were sleeping. They sat in front of a display case containing one of the old batsuits, and Ace nosed the glass. Duke left him for a moment to find the current cape and wrapped Ace in it. Duke carried Ace back upstairs, cape and all, at the end of Bruce’s afternoon nap and dropped Ace off next to Bruce. It was a blatant violation of Alfred’s “no uniforms in the house” rule, but Duke figured Alfred would make an exception.

That night, Batman went out in a slightly older version of the cape.

On the last day, Bruce stayed home because Ace wouldn’t sleep or eat or move and just lay on their bed, whining intermittently. Bruce’s hands shook when he called his children who weren’t living at the manor, and on the way to the vet Duke and Damian sat with Ace in the back. Alfred was on his phone, texting various members of the family, and he kept turning in his seat to smile sadly at the dog and reach back to pet him. Bruce’s eyes kept flicking to the rearview mirror to watch his dog.

They waited until all of the children came. Dick was already in tears when he and Jason came, and Jason’s were red and puffy. Everyone was teary-eyed by the time Tim finally arrived, apologetic and frantic. The entire Wayne family gathered in the back to wait with Ace.

“Wait,” Dick said, his voice rough and nearly hysterical. “His toy, did anyone get his Batman toy?”

Bruce’s eyes widened for a moment before Duke shrugged off his backpack he brought from the manor. He pulled out Ace’s Batman toy, the cape Ace had been sleeping with, folded up to look like a blanket and finally, his old service dog vest, slightly faded after years of washing. Duke handed them all to Bruce who laid them out beside Ace. when Bruce gently set down the Batman plush beside Ace, Ace ignored it in favor of nuzzling into Bruce’s hand.

This is what caused Jason to make a loud hiccuping sob and burst into tears, and then all the kids followed suit.

“Children,” Alfred began, choked up, “we must make a valiant effort to… to...” he trailed off, tears dripping down his cheeks.

His children clung to each other as the vet came in, and Bruce pet Ace’s scruff while someone clung to his hand.

Bruce and Ace looked at each other. A man and his service dog. The Batman and The Bat-Hound.

“You were the best dog a man could ever ask for,” Bruce whispered when Ace closed his eyes.

***

Six months later, Bruce was waylaid by his eldest child while on the way to work.

“Did someone ask for a valet?” Dick grinned, and Bruce grunted and got in the backseat so he could talk to his granddaughter. A few minutes later, Alfred got into the passenger seat and Bruce’s trepidation grew.

“Dick,” he said, “you know I hate surprises.”

“Yeah, Bruce,” Dick said, “but it’s a good one this time, I promise.”

“The last time you said that someone painted the Batmobile pink.”

Dick laughed. Bruce turned to his granddaughter. “I swear I will never attempt to throw you a surprise party as long as I live.”

Mary gurgled at him.

“Hmm,” Bruce said. “Yes, you understand me.”

An hour later, they pulled into the parking lot of the GCPD police academy and they got out of the car.

“You said this was a good surprise, chum.”

“It is!” Dick said as he unbuckled Mary.

“I can see Steph’s car across the parking lot. And Barbara’s and Tim’s and Jason’s bike. If this is a surprise party I will never forgive any of you.”

Dick scoffed. “It is not anywhere close to your birthday.”

“A perfect time to strike.”

As they walked into the lobby, a man straightened from where he was talking to the person manning the front desk.

“Jim,” Bruce’s smile came a little easier as he walked over to shake his hand. “How’s retirement treating you?”

Jim sighed. “Barbara says I can’t complain because I was lucky enough to retire. It’s so awful I almost miss being a beat cop. Almost.”

Jim turned and started to walk down the hall. “Your kids are waiting for you,” he stopped by a nondescript door.

“I suppose you can’t tell me what this is about?”

“Well, that would ruin the surprise wouldn’t it, Bruce?”

Bruce sighed, but turned and opened the door.

“I knew it was a surprise party.”

All of his kids were piled into the small office, and they laughed at him. Barbara was in the middle of the room, a box by her feet, looking distinctly pleased with herself.

“Hi, Bruce,” she said, and then pulled out a small German Shepherd from the box.

Bruce said nothing.

“Don’t freak out,” Dick said, too late.

“Too late,” Jason said.

“I’m not freaking out,” Bruce said.

“You look like you’re freaking out a little,” Duke said apologetically.

Bruce abruptly smoothed his face.

“One of my dad’s friends helps run the K9 training. This little one was a bit ‘too friendly’ for K9 work,” Barbara said, patting the puppy’s head, whose tongue was lolling out. “So I asked if we could take her instead.”

“Guess what her name is,” Jason said, gleeful.

“Every litter usually gets themed names,” Barbara said, smiling, “And this litter’s theme was a certain group of Bat-themed vigilantes…”

“Oh, no,” Bruce said.

“Oh, yes,” Jason said.

Barbara lifted up the German Shepherd, “say hello to Robin.”

Bruce sighed but still reached out to pick up the dog. He lifted her up and stared at her face while she panted happily at him. Bruce sighed.

“Did we crush this surprise party or what?” Steph said. “Up top!” and Cass and Tim gave her a high-five.

Bruce cradled the dog to his chest and stroked her fur. Damian reached over to scratch her head.

“Being Robin is a very important responsibility,” Damian told the dog, “but I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“It turns out all of the puppies washed out of their police training. I’ve never been more proud,” Jason said.

Cass turned to Bruce. “I want the Black Bat puppy,” she signed.

Bruce hid his smile in his new Robin’s fur.