#calm before the storm au

[celestiall0tus]

Calm Before the Storm - Chapter 4 - Anniversary

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            Emilie knocked on Adrien’s door. She grinned as she stepped inside and saw Adrien sitting on his couch, watching TV. She closed the distance and tackled him in a hug.

            “Oh, Adrien! You know what day it is?” Emilie cooed.

            “Uh, Tuesday?” Roarr said.

            Emilie blinked and stepped back. She looked down at Adrien as he transformed into Roarr.

            “Roarr? Where’s Adrien?”

            “Uh, you won’t be mad, will you?”

            “Roarr.”

            “Ok, ok. He headed out early to do… stuff.”

            Emilie’s shoulders dropped. “But… but we were supposed to hang out today. It was the one-year anniversary since Velze and we were reunited.”

            “Sorry, Emilie.”

            Emilie gave a weak smile before she left for Nathalie’s office. She peeked inside and saw Nathalie at her desk. She stepped lightly to Nathalie and sat in Nathalie’s lap.

            “To what do I owe this visit?” Nathalie teased.

            “Adrien is gone, and we were supposed to hang out today.”

            Nathalie groaned. “That boy, I swear. He needs to let go. It’s been a year. I swear, he’s too much like Gabriel.”

            “What more can we do? We’ve tried therapy, we’ve talked to him, but he’s not listening to anyone. I just… I don’t know what to do and he’s on the track of repeating Gabriel’s mistakes.”

            “I know. It may be time for drastic action,” Nathalie suggested.

            “What are you talking about?”

            “I need to think on it and see what would be the most appropriate course of action. Once I figure something out, I’ll be sure to let you know. You are his mother, so you should have a say in it.”

            Emilie smiled softly and leaned her head on Nathalie’s shoulder. “We’re his moms, Nathalie. Don’t forget now.”

            Nathalie smiled. “I haven’t, but you were here first. I owe it to you to have a choice as well.”

            Emilie sighed and kissed Nathalie’s cheek. “Thank you. Do you think, perhaps, we could spend time together? Our anniversary is a ways off, but it is also the day we were reunited as well.”

            “I’d love to.”

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[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

What if instead of threatening to take Ford's eyes, Bill just took Fiddleford's?

Tate still remembered the night his father's sight was taken from him.

"What have you done to me, Stanford?"

He felt the storm coming even before the first lightning struck. From the very moment he opened his eyes that morning until the very moment he lay back down to bed, he could feel a vicious tension brewing in the otherwise serene household.

Storms were very uncommon at Tate's house, and on the rare occasions they did arrive, they never stayed for long.

Yet, after a quiet breakfast full of anxious, unmet glances and clattering cutlery that rang far too loudly in the silence of the table, he knew that this storm was going to be unlike any other storm he'd witnessed before.

A prickling, disquieting static seemed to have made itself at home underneath his skin, that day. It had made every hair on his body stand on end, and an odd stinging sensation to dance across his spine and tongue; an uncomfortable urge to duck and take cover low on the ground nearly overwhelming his every sense. It was like waiting for the shattering thunderclap to sound after the sky turned white with a blinding flash of light. He knew what was coming, and the anticipation was unbearable.

His mother and father had acted as though nothing was wrong; as though they didn't feel the looming presence of the darkening clouds growing like a murky gray forest on the ceiling.

He hadn't been able to fathom at the time how adults could seem so all-knowing, and yet simultaneously be so utterly clueless about the very obvious happenings that surrounded them. Now, though, he just found it strange how adults often tend to assume children don't feel the stifling weight that they hung around themselves; as if children didn't breathe the same bitter choked air as their parents did. It wasn't even as though they did a very good job at pretending; his parents always were terrible liars.

When the lightning finally struck, it set the house ablaze.

He heard the thunder from his room, and felt the crackling heat crawl up the stairs and seep through the gap beneath his door. He'd laid in his bed, hand clasped nervously across his chest and looking up at his room's cloudy, weeping ceiling as a cacophonic explosion of noises came bursting from the living room downstairs. The fight had erupted with such unprecedented force that in Tate's young mind, he'd felt genuine fear of the house collapsing atop them all from the sheer force of the yelling.

The smell of burnt tongues gently wafted through the air, and Tate briefly wondered if it hurt his parents when they scorched their mouths with such scalding words just as much as it hurt for him to hear it.

It was a big fight; a terrible, big fight; so loud, and so very angry, and helpless, and desperate, and betrayed, and sad.

The back and forth screeching seemed endless, and eventually the screaming words began to muddle and merge into one another until they hardly even sounded human anymore. Suddenly there were animals wailing in the living room downstairs, and Tate could do nothing but listen helplessly and grip his interlocked fingers tighter; hoping that if he stayed still enough, then the growling beasts that were shattering plates downstairs wouldn't come upstairs.

But then,

then,

something changed.

The shift was all too sudden; too abrupt; too quick even for the usually sharp witted child to catch on, and before he knew it, the screams of anger suddenly shifted into one of pure, unadulterated horror.

"Fiddleford, your eyes- good lord, your eyes! Let me look at them!" "Don't touch me! I- I must call Stanford, he's done something to me. Him and that demon, they've cursed me." "For Heaven's sake! Please, forget about that damned Stanford of yours for one moment and listen to yourself! My husband's gone mad, mad!"

And suddenly his parents were human again.

Tate was restless in his bed as his heart seemed to beat bruises against his ribs, his sweaty fingers digging crescent shaped grooves into his skin as fear enclosed its frigid claws around his throat in a vice-like grip. He couldn't breathe.

The storm was over, and it should have reassured him, and yet he was anything but.

Curiosity and fear had been what forced him to kick the sheets off himself and creep his way down the rickety wooden steps. He had to know what happened, he had to know what damage the storm had caused, he had to know.

His steps were far from quiet, and the creaking of the floorboards beneath his feet hardly did him any favors, but no one answered the calls of the squeaking wood. No one came peeking out from the living room to stop the obviously sneaking presence that was tip toeing through the halls; No one called out to check on their little child; all was silent, and calm, except for his mother's soft sobbing coming from the kitchen.

When Tate eventually found his father, he saw

devastation.

The storm had been merciless. It had left nothing behind but a shuddering husk of a man. His father was shaking like a leaf, shoulders tense and back hunched over as though bowed by an incredible burden. The telephone receiver was held in his hand like a lifeline; as if it was the only thing in the world that was keeping him tethered to sanity, and somehow, Tate didn't doubt that it was.

Curled up on the floor in the dark, muttering and trembling, he dared say his father looked... small.

It almost felt surreal to see his father in such a state, like witnessing a God collapse, or a star's light dim to nothingness. His father had always been a solid, permanent pillar sho seemed able to hold up the whole world on his shoulders, and still stand tall and proud despite the weight.

And yet, the crumbling remains of a once impermeable monolith now lay scattered across the hallway floor and splattered across the walls.

The sight had scared him.

At the time, Tate hadn't known what had happened. Even to this day, he still wasn't too sure he understood what exactly had taken place in that living room for his father to have so sudddenly gone from seeing to blind in the matter of seconds.

His mother had tried, in vain, to explain it to him later, to try and make him understand when he was eventually old enough to hear the gruesome tale; but still, he struggled to fully wrap his head around it.

"It was as though his eyes just sunk into his skull," his mother had recounted to him with a haunted look in her eyes. "They suddenly just vanished into the empty sockets of his face, like someone pulled them out from inside his head. There was no blood, no resistance, no tearing. It was as if his eyes were simply plucked out of sight by some invisible hand."

There had been blood on the walls when he had found father back then, a long trail of gorey wet red smeared all across the lovely yellow wallpaper. He realized only now, recalling the memory, that the blood back then had not been from his father's eyes, but from the deep gouges he had dug into his face with his nails, his searching fingers desperately looking for eyes that weren't there beneath his empty eyelids.

"What have you done to me, Stanford?"

Tate had never heard his father's voice sound so raw, so afraid. It was so unlike the familiar comforting drawl he'd grown to love and recognize, it almost sounded alien, coming from his father.

"I can't see, Stanford, I can't- my eyes, they're gone. Why are they gone? What have you done?" "Answer me, damnit, what have you done?"

His father never got his answer, because whoever was on the other side of the line soon hung up, and his father was suddenly left blind and alone.

[feketeribizli]

jackson the kinda guy to not give a fuck

[perpetualexistence]

ayo wait perp… what's with ur new banner???

Teehee, I was waiting for someone to notice >:)

For Christmas I had my IRL BFF draw a piece of art for me! I decided to make it Sea Monster AU again, though this time with the piece being from the beginning of the AU, where Alejandro is just a little eel that Noah's bonding with.

Noah's just teaching a small man how to read! It's just fluff and nothing bad ever happens to their relationship, ever. Don't. Don't look at anything past the first part. They're fine.

Here's the full image of the piece, though with a watermark:

[shamrockqueen]

Omega retreat : Chapter 2

Pairing: Alpha Bucky × Omega Reader

Warnings: R18, Eventual Smut, Not what it seems, talk of medical issues/illness, dating site, ABO dynamics

Word count: 2477

Chapter 1

Bucky masterlist

Summary: As an unmarked and lonely omega you find a flyer for a service called The Omega Retreat.

You are paired with a compatible alpha to spend your heat or just a week at a luxurious cabin at a forest resort. Amenities and Utilities included. Enjoy the beautiful scenery, fresh air, as well as the company of an alpha of your choosing. What could possibly go wrong?

The blue screen of your laptop lit up the dark and gloomy room as you booted it up and set your sights on the internet explorer icon.

Your eyes shift back and forth from the slightly crunched flier to the keyboard as you type up the website in the search bar.

Upon clicking enter, there is a cascade of red and pink hearts across the screen before the main page comes into view.

From the photos, it seems kind of like a glamping thing, with each couple or pairing having their own semi-remote cabin.

Singles retreats weren’t a new concept—not that you’ve ever been to one, but this would be a whole week alone with a stranger, a man, an alpha.

That familiar twang of anxiety twisted in your chest at the thought, only for it to be snuffed out by another.

‘We all have to grow up at some point’.

You eyed the two packages listed on the screen, one labeled as Silver and the other Gold. The silver package went by, Forget me knot.” and you felt yourself chuckle a little at how cheesy it sounded. It was a 4-day stay at one of the cabins with an alpha provided by the website's dating algorithm.

The Gold package had another cheesy line listed as “Heat of the Night." It listed a full-week stay for the duration of the omega’s heat with your new Alpha.

The prospect was, of course, very tantalizing, but it still didn’t fail to make you nervous. You had never spent a heat with someone before, and it seemed a little scary. Was a week with a stranger worth seeing what you were missing out on?

You clicked the icon for the Gold package without thinking further, blinking at the screen as it shifted to the sign-up page. You’d only wanted further info but it looked like only members could access it. It was, however, free to sign up, a claim made by many websites and apps before it. Yet, even at the free level, it seemed you could at least get to look at the Alpha bachelors they had in their database. Just another step to pull you in closer to spending the big bucks.

It asked for a photo at first, making you hesitate before finally deciding on one simple photo of yourself. It had been your birthday, and your mother was by your side, hugging your shoulder. You had to crop out most of your mom, but your big smile still beamed just as brightly across the screen. You typed in a shortened version of your name for your little profile, along with your age, before clicking the next button.

The page flipped to a quick questionnaire, asking about your likes and dislikes—everything from your bedtime routine to your bedroom habits. It barely toed the line of TMI, but you supposed it had to be thorough to find you a match. You clicked through each question, making sure every answer felt right. Before you could tell, it had been half an hour and you were only almost finished. You snuggled yourself into your plush couch as you finally clicked the submit button.

A little spinning heart pops up on the scream alongside ‘finding your perfect match’ underneath it. The heart spun around on the screen until the loading bar hit 100 and the page shifted over to show your results.

Your eyes widen at the selection of handsome men flooding the screen. There are more Alphas flashing over your computer than you’ve ever seen in one small space, and already there are too many to choose from.

Part of you figured that to a seasoned romantic, it would seem like small potatoes, but to you, it was more men than you knew what to do with. The only distraction that could tear your eyes away was a heart-shaped character at the corner of the screen babbling away in a little text box. His happy little demeanor reminds you of a certain talking paperclip from old office software. Only you found this little guy less irritating.

‘We have selected 20 of your most suitable partners. Please choose from the profiles below to chat and find your match.’

You clicked the speech bubble away, only for another to pop up.

‘Don’t forget to check out our selection of getaways for your official meetup’ popped up across the page.

You clicked again, and another bubble came after.

‘If for any reason you are unsatisfied with your matches, please take the quiz again.’

You take the little heart man’s words into consideration before clicking back towards the alpha profiles.

The first was a rough-looking man named Brock. Too macho for your type, and you shied away from his profile immediately.

The next one was a sweet, gentle-looking man named Steve. He seemed really interested in a lifetime mate, but as romantic as it seemed, you just weren’t too sure that was what you wanted just yet.

It was a little overwhelming. All these men were stunning, and yet the scared little omega inside of you kept turning tail at the gleam of each of their smiles, leading you to click at the next button again and again.

You’d gone through 12 profiles until you stopped on his picture. His brown hair sat at the base of his neck, looking soft and supple enough to tangle your fingers through, and his smile was immediately infectious.

The name James ‘Bucky’ Barnes sat below the photo in bold, but you barely noticed as your gaze locked on his light, smiling blue eyes.

You feel both your heart and your core flutter, leading to a wave of warmth and a bit of unearned embarrassment. You didn’t think any further before clicking his profile, showing you more about this ‘Bucky’.

It gave a broad list of hobbies, his likes and dislikes, as well as so many more dreamy photos.

His profiles stated he was interested in a mate but “wanted to test the waters first." Not interested in being too serious, but not scared of a commitment.

Even though this man seemed like an absolute dream, you couldn’t help but second-guess yourself. Yet, the butterflies in your stomach overpowered the worries in the back of your mind. You let your cursor hover over the match button on his profile before slowly clicking down on the mouse and watching with bated breath as the screen changed again.

That little heart man, now less animated, was the last sight you saw after you clicked. He was accompanied by a few speech bubbles saying, “The alpha you have chosen will be notified; please feel free to browse our events as you wait.”

The word ‘events’ was lit up in another color separate from the text and clearly a link to the rest of the website. At the end of the day, they WERE trying to sell you something, but curiosity got the better of you, and you clicked the link without another thought.

You looked over the two packages they offered and let your cursor hover over the gold package. You stared at its short description, comparing it with the smaller vacation bundle that sat beside it on the screen. You think it over and cautiously click on the icon.

The prices were the first thing that struck you, as none of them were very expensive for what they were advertising. Saving a few bucks always seemed to sweeten the deal, but it really made it all seem too good to be true.

The resort has a full staff available in case of an emergency and are simply a call away. All meals would come in the form of meal kits or ready-made gourmet dinners, as well as a selection of wine and spirits for those 21 and over.

There was a little policy note at the bottom, in smaller letters.

“All reservations are refundable upon cancellation 7 days before the date of the reservation. If you cancel your stay after 7 days, you will be charged a cancellation fee. In the event that your desired partner declines your match, you will be prompted to choose another alpha from the list given to you.”

The idea of being rejected by a stranger online made some of the appeal wear thin. You x-ed out of the pop-up, only to notice a notification lighting up your screen.

He had matched with you immediately, causing another flutter of hearts to pulse over the computer for one moment. On the little message icon sat the number one to indicate somebody had reached out to you, and you clicked on it right away.

The chat room opens up on your screen to show a little chat box bubble saying, “Hi beautiful ;)". The old-style winky face gave his age away and made some of the insecurities in your belly melt.

This 'James' had matched you so soon, and to have him reach out to you on your screen still made you nervous.

The bouncing dots popped up below the first message to indicate he was still typing. You're frozen on the spot as the messages just keep popping up.

“Hello?”

It seemed a bit impatient, but you didn’t think to care; you were too thrilled by this new encounter.

“Hi, sorry, I was..” Oh god, what could you say? “…away from the phone.” Not true, but telling your possible new beau that you were frozen with fear upon seeing his message seemed, well, lame.

“That’s ok.”

“You new here? I haven’t seen your profile before.”

“Yeah. I just signed up.”

“Does that mean I was your first choice? ;)”

You felt you should be honest after your previous fib, and answered immediately.

“ I just saw your profile and clicked it right away. I didn’t expect you to get back to me so soon.”

“Leave a beautiful Omega like you waiting? Not a chance, doll.”

Every word made the air grow thinner, making your head just swim in the rising heat that started to subtly overtake your body. It was such a new feeling to have warmth in your body feel so good.

Those three dots danced across his next speech bubble, and you waited every second for his next word.

“Have you ever been with an alpha before? I’d hate to come on too strong and scare you away.”

Your breath felt shallow before you answered truthfully. “No, I haven’t.”

There have only ever been two people you’ve given yourself to like that. Two particularly nice betas who just couldn’t help you as you needed, but tried anyway. Being with an Alpha seemed like so much more of a big deal, but the idea of a big, horny monster sinking their teeth into your flesh makes you start to hyperventilate. It was permanent, and you didn’t want to just throw away your forever to someone who could be cruel to you.

But something about this felt different. He looked so soft and kind, you could nearly feel his finger gently caressing your cheek as each word popped up on your screen. Something about this encounter felt safe.

You typed without thinking, letting the question fill the screen as anxiety ate away at the warmth that once sat in your belly. “Does that bother you?”

You waited for a response, watching those little dots until they disappeared without a new message. A solid minute felt like an eternity, and your heart sank further as each one ticked by.

You typed out a quick “I’m sorry," hoping you weren’t the one scaring him off instead with your lack of experience.

You breathed a sigh of relief as his response popped up. “Do not be sorry. There is no problem with wanting to wait.” Followed by another “I feel like a lucky guy.”

“I guess I’m just a little embarrassed; I’m glad it doesn’t bother you.” You typed away, fully engrossed in his attention.

“Don’t be; that kind of thing means more than you’d think in this day in age.”

It popped across your screen, giving you much-needed relief, only for the next message to set your nerves ablaze all over again.

“What made you decide to join the site?”

It popped over your screen faster than you could shoo it away. The reason for you was obvious after dragging yourself through that doctor's office. You needed help, and somehow that simple red flier had shown out to you like a beacon on a stormy shore.

You wanted to be honest, but some things felt better kept close to yourself than within the reach of others. You answered with the shallow truth.

“Dating can be difficult. I found the advertisement today and decided to check things out.” You tapped the enter button and sent the message, but your fingers continued to type. Maybe it was an attempt to keep his questions from probing into your answer even further, as you sent him an inquiry of your own.

“What about you? What made you decide to join the website?”

The laptop sat silently, aside from the whirring of its little fan. No bouncing dots, no indication of his response. Maybe his reasons were somehow more personal than your own.

You began to lose a little faith as the chat room continued to sit empty until his chat bubble finally popped up. Each second it took for the words to show was a second too long.

“I’d say it’s about the same. I guess I just wanted to try something different.”

“And how’s it working out so far?”

“I’d say, far better since you popped up.”

It was such a cliche line, but you loved it. You even laughed a little as you typed back.

“That fast, huh? It’s been less than a day "

“But you’ve already made my whole week.”

It brought an immediate smile to your rosy face. It was so fun—almost a fantasy. No danger, no recourse, no fear. You looked back at his little picture on the screen, his smiling face; it was a far cry from any other alpha already, and you hadn’t even seen him in the very flesh.

But it had been less than a day, and it was an obvious blow to this little oasis that had built around you in the matter of minutes. You didn’t want this moment to end, not when reality was waiting for you afterward.

The hours passed as you did each playful word with this ‘James’.

“I can’t wait to meet you, Omega.”

Your heart fluttered to an unnatural rhythm the moment it popped onto your screen.

"Omego,” you repeated his use of your denomination.

For a whole week, you could be the omega to his Alpha. You thought about the glamorous getaways your matchmaker had advertised. So you thought that, just maybe, that could be you.

Chapter 3

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[crazy-snake]

Just a little calm before the storm that is his life, ahah!

[phoenixtakaramono]

Timetravel Hallmark-themed AU 🎄 Threadfic - Part IV

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Pairing: Billy Butcher/Homelander

Context Summary: Want to read a “short” Butchlander threadfic being written live for the holidays—rife with (almost) every Christmas Hallmark movie clichés?

(You can read it being written live here on Twitter!)

If you’re unfamiliar with the Hallmark movie genre, here’s a quick rundown of Every Hallmark Christmas Movie Ever and gist of the cheesy Lifetime Original tropes this threadfic will be loosely adapting.

For those without a Twitter account and therefore have a hard time accessing the threadfic, screenshots are provided here below the line break! We’re in for some wholesome romantic fluff for now (as much as it can be, for them….)

✨ Happy reading, dear readers! See you in Part V! ✨

(A/N) - Can you spot all the Christmas holiday Hallmark movie tropes we've parodied so far?

[hairmetal666]

Eddie slips slowly into consciousness, and he feels—good. Warm and safe and happy; light. Fuck, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s had this weightless kind of contentment. And the body tucked up behind him, warm and soft, holding him tight around the waist.

Steve.

Flashes of their night flick behind his eyelids, laughter and kisses and the tight slip of Steve’s body. Steve lying under him, smiling up at him, as he made the prettiest, neediest sounds, as Eddie moved inside him. And Eddie swears, swears, that when he looked into Steve’s eyes, he saw stars.

The memory hits him like a burst of sunlight in his chest.

The arms around his waist tighten, and he thinks, just for a second, that maybe he’s never been happier. That this—Steve—is what he’s been waiting for.  

Soft lips press at his neck, his shoulder, hand sliding down his thigh. He rolls over, something like bliss settling just under his skin, and he can’t help the smile that grows across his mouth. There’s a flare of pain, a small burst, the spill of blood on his tongue.

Chapter 19 of Forever is the Sweetest Con up on ao3 now!

[sirbird]

Peaceful

[the-cashtealer]

[Skihawken RP] "Him." - P1.

• Part 2 •

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[amalthea-felsblood]

○ What if there was a moment of calm? Just a moment to talk. ○

[celestiall0tus]

Calm Before the Storm - Chapter 1 - News

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            Tikki sat with Marc and Nathaniel in the school’s art room as they worked on their comic. She had Marc’s phone as she scrolled through his news feed for anything about Felix and Plagg. She had been keeping up with the news in London regarding a mysterious black cat villain. Words hadn’t been enough to convey her betrayal at Plagg’s actions.

            When Tikki first saw what Plagg and Felix were up to months ago, she was livid. She had wanted to go to London and confront the pair, but she stopped herself. She knew what Velze had wanted for them, to be free to choose, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. And she certainly didn’t like seeing Plagg do bad things.

            Tikki sighed as she kept scrolling. She wondered how Plagg could flip so easily. They had been good for so long. They were used to protect the world and to never be misused. Even know everything felt wrong. She sat there on Marc’s phone with no purpose beyond just being there.

            Tikki furrowed her brow as she stared blankly at the phone. It had been seven long months since Velze was forced back into reality and everything still felt like a dream she would wake from. She was no longer restrained by the constraints before, she and all her siblings were free to exist as they pleased, but even so, it felt wrong after so long.

            Tikki sighed as she lowered the phone. She wanted to feel useful again. She did have Marc and helping him with the small things, but it wasn’t the same. She missed the days when she was with heroes of legends. Jeanne D’Arc, Tentomushi, Micazoyolin, Khepri, and so many more. She wished she could have that again. To be a hero like she was destined to be.

            Tikki tensed up as intrusive thoughts bombarded her. She sucked in a breath as she felt the compulsions to act out threaten to overtake her. She shut her eyes tight as she reminded herself that she was good and would always be good. She wouldn’t dare give in to the temptations of before. She had no need for them and was fine. She forced them down as she always did, but they fought back harder.

            Tikki clenched her teeth as the compulsions gnawed at her. So much of her yearned to let go of her passive ways. She longed to let loose and be the messy, chaotic creation she was born to be. She shook her head as she desperately tried to remind herself she was good, but each thought was an echo lost to a sea of madness that dared to swallow her. She didn’t care if she was free to be herself, she didn’t want to. She wanted to be the good creation, not the creation she was born as.

            “Tikki? Are you ok?” Marc asked.

            Tikki blinked and looked up at Marc. “What? Yes. Just… fighting the same impulses to ring Plagg’s scrawny neck.”

            “Is he and Felix still up to their tricks?”

            “That’s what I’m trying to find out. I know he’s free to do whatever, but I simply cannot tolerate this. We should-.”

            “Tikki, look!” Marc interrupted.

            Tikki paused and looked at the phone. Her eyes widened seeing an article about a musketeer heroine. She clicked on it and read the article about the little Lady that rose to counter the black cat scoundrel.

            “Look at that, Tikki! Plagg and Felix have someone to keep them in line. Good thing, right?” Marc asked.

            Tikki stared at the screen in disbelief. She pursed her lips as horrendous jealousy rolled through her. What was Barkk doing in London? Is that where Chloe was sent to? Why were they getting involved with Felix and Plagg? Didn’t Barkk know better to stay away from her cat?

            “Tikki, are you sure you’re ok? You look, well, angry,” Marc pointed out.

            Tikki forced a smile and handed Marc back his phone. “Absolutely. Everything is perfect. Now, let’s get onto more important matters.”     

            “Maybe we should talk?”

            “Nope. I want to create, but we will be stopping at London in the near future to have a chat with that cheating cat.”

            “Cheating cat?” Marc echoed.

            “I mean, uh, that cat. Yeah, that cat. Anyway, moving on!”

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thanks to all my beloveds for the tags @prince-buck-diaz @buddierights @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @transbuck @alyxmastershipper 🩵

—i’ll admit i haven’t had much time to write as of late, but here’s some of what i’ve added to the chris doesn’t come back au 😌

Eddie’s lifted his hand, fingers smoothing out his frown line. He leaned in the kiss the spot just above his nose, lingering there afterwards.

“Because your favorite Diaz is downstairs waiting for his Buck.”

Buck was smiling in an instant, sitting up a little for the news.

“Chris is here?”

Eddie nodded. “Mmhmm. Thought you two could spend the day together.” Buck wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He hadn’t been in the best of moods lately.

Eddie squeezed his thigh, ducking his head to look right into Buck’s blues.

“Hey, you two are gonna have fun, yea?”

Buck nodded as he pulled in his bottom lip, not trusting his words. Eddie stood from the bed and extended his hand out, Buck only hesitating a moment before taking it. Buck couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around Eddie from behind, wanting him close for one more moment.

Eddie let out a happy sigh as he pushed back into Buck’s touch, threading their fingers together at his front. Buck placed his lips close to Eddie’s ear, whispering right into him.

“Who says you’re not my favorite Diaz?”

Eddie snorted. “Please, everyone loves my kid.”

Well, Buck couldn’t argue with that.

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[namedoggo]

Here's a Doodle of Greg/Hadi that My Friend wanted me to draw-

+ New Hadi Design, since I never had a proper one (Besides for His Jacket)

[manyunhappygreenies]

Something cute for you guys

[egginfroggin]

I Told You So, but Sabi is an itty-bitty baby when she gets stuck with Emmet.

Sabi: AAAAAA (screaming to get attention)

Emmet: You do not need to scream, I am right here

Lord Braviary: AAAAAAAAAAA

Emmet: Do not encourage her!

Sabi, very encouraged, backed up by a chorus of Rufflets: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA