#exactly what i need from my kitty companion

[torao-chan]

also; the way sushi is clinging to me today because I left the house for almost all of yesterday lmfao

she was so grumpy before we left cause she was like 'you... haven't turned on the computer. T3T what are you planning'

and then we got back and she was like 'you ABANDONED ME?!!?!? left me ALONE?!? by MYSELF?! ALL DAY?!?!?!'

and today is just 'you. are not leaving my sight. i refuse.' lmfao

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

{Maleficent with a s/o who brings home a stray kitten}

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A few words from author: Hi there everyone! Welcome to my newest imagines! ^^

Lately I've been pulled back into my old Disney villain fixation, and so I just couldn't help but create something Disney related - and there's a high chance that Disney villains content will be a part of my page now ^^".

Well anyways, this idea for imagines has been stuck with me for a good while and I really really wanted to write it down- like seriously- and the first villain I chose for these imagines is our fave dark fae Maleficent who I love so so so much (ෆ ^ ﹏^ ෆ⁠).

But no need to worry, I plan on writing this idea with other villains too, so chances are that your fave villains aren't gonna miss out on this scenario ^^.

Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy reading these! :3

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Settings: Written as Romantic focused

Genre: Purely fluffy and wholesome I'd say ^^

!TRIGGER WARNING!: None as far as I can tell!

Sidenote: Reader is written as gender-nonspecified

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Well, that should be all I needed to say, bunny-boos, feel free to read now ^^.

Hope y'all will enjoy~ <3

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♡。This may or may not come as a shocker, but Mal is actually pretty okay with pets.

♡。While it doesn't apply to all kinds of creatures, Mal does, in fact, enjoy the thought of having a little animal companion (like her precious Diablo). But it really depends on what type of animal it is.

♡。When it comes to kitties, you're in great luck, cuz Mal is much more of a cat person than she is a dog person. So, you're getting a free pass for bringing home a kitty as long as the kitten gets along with Diablo. ^^

♡。Though, actually, Mal really likes the idea of you having your own animal companion (like she has Diablo) and so, you probably might even get away with bringing home a pet of the kind that Mal isn't exactly fond of (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾ᵕ＾).

♡。But that's a topic for another day (⁠ ^▽^ ⁠).

♡。Well, as I've already said, Mal has no problem with cats, and she approves of the idea of you having a pet. And what does that mean?

♡。That means that when you bring home the stray kitten with you, you're keeping it without a doouuubt!! \(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/

♡。Like, Mal doesn't even protest or anything!

♡。She just frighteningly looms over you, watching as you stumble over your words in an attempt to explain why you brought the kitten with, only for her to answer with a simple "Well, alright then, you may keep it."

♡。And you're left standing there all shocked cuz- all of those intimidating glances and intense staring that got you trembling in your boots and then she just gives such plain reaction??

♡。Like- was she just messing with you or what??? And well, the answer is that... yeah, she probably did all that just to mess with you some... but only maybe... one can never really know for sure with Maleficent...

♡。Anyways- now you probably wanna know... how's Mal with the kitten?????

♡。Well, lemme tell you all about that, honey. Lemme pour the tea. (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

♡。So, at first, Maleficent doesn't interact with the kitty much and mostly leaves that sort of thing to you. Not that she'd dislike the kitten, she just needs a moment or two to fully get used to it.

♡。Not to mention that Mal loves watching you interact with the kitty! She just finds it so endearing how you're caring for the little thing, how you're playing with it and gushing over it - It honestly makes her heart go: (⁠༎ຶ﹏ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)♡✧⁠*。(translation: she just melts).

♡。But eventually she does slowly start interacting with the kitten.

♡。Like, when the kitten wobbles up to her and asks for attention, she will acknowledge it and greet it with a: "Why hello there, {kitten's name}".

♡。And! Once Mal has completely warmed up to the kitty, she even kneels down to the kitty and pets it whenever it meows at her for attention! (⁠༎ຶ﹏ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

♡。Oh, and speaking of the kitty's name, Maleficent respects whatever name you've chosen for the kitten and addresses it by the name. ^^

♡。Though, if the name is something... unusual... let's say something like "Prickles" or "Dirtbag", she might raise an eyebrow at the choice and she might think to herself that if the two of you ever have children, you, honey, are absolutely not getting to name them. Yeah... sorryyy(^▽ ^;⁠)

♡。Anyways! To spill more tea about their interactions! Mal actually may or may not have fallen in love with the kitten, and the kitten loves her just as much - sometimes you may be even wondering if it's your kitten anymore-

♡。Cuz like- once they're through the warming up phase, the kitty follows Maleficent everywhere! (And Mal lets the kitty follow her too)

♡。And it's either because it loves Mal so much, OR it's because of Mal's attire that she drags across the floor! Because the kitty loves to play with the ends of Mal's robes and constantly hops around after her, trying to catch it and tear it apart.

♡。And no, Mal has no issue with that, she actually encourages the kitten's playfulness and she very often kneels down to it and wiggles her long, slim fingers at the kitty to encourage it to play with her while she cackles. It's honestly so heartwarming to witness. <3

♡。Your kitten also likes to sit with Maleficent on her throne. Like, the little thing will come up to her throne, sit down and meow until Mal lets it join her at the throne. And most of the times she does pick it up and set it on the armrest that's currently not being taken by Diablo ( T﹏T).

♡。(Btw, don't worry, the kitten loves you just as much as it loves Maleficent, after all you're the first mama/papa/parent it had, so it's just as clingy with you <3)

♡。And now there's the question - what about Diablo? How does he handle the addition to the family?

♡。Well, at first he wasn't that happy about the kitten since 1. it was a cat, 2. he now had to share you and his mistress with that ball of fur.

♡。He was quite jealous at the beginning, but you and Mal made sure he was getting the same amount of attention and care as the kitten.

♡。And also, just a fun fact, Mal did tease Diablo about being jealous here and there, but only very subtly.

♡。Oh and Diablo did try to peck the kitten once with his beak, and he also did hiss at it and caw to intimidate the kitten a few times (but the kitten honestly gave 0 shits and if anything, it saw it as a game and hissed back and even tried to hit him with its paw).

♡。But then there was that one time when Diablo was getting comfortable on one spot and the kitten chose to bravely snuggle up to him and sleep. And that was it, Diablo was won over right at that moment.

♡。So, now the two are best friends, often found together with the kitty snuggled into Diablo while Diablo is covering it with his wing and looking out for possible dangers/disturbances <3.

♡。And you bet that when the kitty is big enough to handle his weight, Diablo is riding on the kitty's back if he doesn't feel like flying. :'3

♡。Oh and about the kitten and Diablo, both of them love snuggling up into you and napping which is something Maleficent adores to witness ( ^^) <3.

♡。It's just so endearing to find you, Diablo and the kitten all snuggled up together, breathing quietly with comfortable expressions on y'all's faces... One of Mal's favourite past times, in all honesty - AND ALSO, when it's especially cold in her castle, Maleficent likes to cover the three of you with a blanket (∩༎ຶ ﹏༎ຶ∩)~♡.

♡。Y'all are just so sweet and adorable together, I swear ( T﹏T).

♡。And well, I guess that's all I can share with y'all about this topic, folks ^^.

♡。Soooo, to sum it up somehow, you and Mal are a 10/10 couple with one ball of feather and one ball of fur for babies. ^^ <3

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[sofiamantegafan110]

NEW X-MEN, EPISODE 1: PILOT PART 1

EPISODE 1 IS UP!!!!

WE OPEN UP ON A BUS STOP WITH A SINGLE HOODED FIGURE WAITING BY IT. WHEN A BUS PULLS UP, THE FIGURE STEPS ON. THE DRIVER SAYS THAT SHE’S A PECULIAR-LOOKING LADY, AND ASKS HER WHERE SHE WANTS TO GO.

THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN ON THE HOODED FIGURE, WHO HAS SILVER SKIN AND RED HAIR. ANY X-FAN WOULD KNOW THAT THIS IS CESSILY KINCAID.

CESSILY: “XAVIER’S, PLEASE. I’VE GOT A DATE WITH DESTINY.”

AS THE BUS DRIVES OFF, CESSILY SITS DOWN AND LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW. IN A VOICE-OVER, CESSILY TALKS ABOUT HER REGULAR LIFE, AND THEN HOW SHE GOT HER MUTANT POWERS. AFTER FEELING LIKE A FISH OUT OF WATER FOR A LONG TIME, SHE HEARD ABOUT XAVIER’S AND DECIDED THAT THAT WAS THE PLACE FOR HER; A PLACE FOR HER TO BE HERSELF.

CESSILY: *VOICE-OVER* I’M A MUTANT. AND THIS IS WHERE I BELONG.

CUE INTRO AND CREDITS.

EVENTUALLY, THE BUS PULLS UP AT A FRONT GATE. THE DRIVER TELLS CESSILY THAT HE HOPES SHE FINDS WHAT SHE’S LOOKING FOR. CESSILY GETS OFF THE BUS AND STARES IN AMAZEMENT AT THE HUGE SCHOOL. A SONG PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AS CESSILY WALKS TOWARD THE COURTYARD, WHERE OTHER STUDENTS ARE HEADED.

CESSILY WALKS PAST A PINK-SKINNED GIRL IN A GREEN HOODIE, WHO STANDS ALONGSIDE THE X-MAN KITTY PRYDE. KITTY TELLS THE GIRL, CLARICE, THAT THIS ISN’T A PUNISHMENT. IT’S MORE OF AN OPPORTUNITY. A CHANCE TO CONNECT WITH PEOPLE LIKE HER. CLARICE SCOFFS AND SAYS THAT SHE’D HONESTLY HAVE CHOSEN JUVIE OVER THIS. KITTY SMILES AND TELLS HER THAT THIS PLACE ISN’T THAT BAD. SOON, SHE’LL LOVE XAVIER’S.

CLARICE: I’VE GOTTEN OUT OF WORSE PLACES. THIS SCHOOL CAN’T HOLD ME.

KITTY SIGHS BEFORE WALKING PAST TWO BOYS, JULIAN KELLER AND SANTO VACCARRO. JULIAN TELLS SANTO THAT HE’S EXCITED FOR A NEW YEAR AT THIS PLACE. SANTO GRINS, STATING HIS EXCITEMENT AT BEING A SOPHOMORE IN A PLACE FOR FREAKS AND GEEKS. JULIAN IMMEDIATELY DIVERTS THE CONVERSATION BACK TO HIM, SAYING THAT HE HAS A LOT ON HIS PLATE. HE’S DEAD SET ON BEING CAPTAIN OF THE FOOTBALL TEAM, AND FINDING SOME NEW EYE CANDY NOW THAT HIM AND MONET ARE THROUGH. SANTO JUST TELLS HIM THAT THAT’S PROBABLY JUST HIS DICK TALKING.

IMMEDIATELY, JULIAN NOTICES A PRETTY LATINA GIRL GETTING OUT OF A FANCY CAR AND HE TELLS SANTO THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S TALKING ABOUT. THIS GIRL IS THE ONE. SANTO TELLS HIM THAT HE SHOULD ALSO TRY FOCUSING ON THE THINGS THAT MATTER, LIKE BEING KING OF THE HALLOWEEN DANCE, AND COMING OUT AS VALEDICTORIAN. JULIAN SAYS TO BE PATIENT. ALL THIS WILL BE HIS IN TIME.

SANTO: JUST TRY NOT TO SPEND TOO MUCH TIME GETTING INTO THIS CHICK’S PANTS, OKAY?

AS THEY CONTINUE TO TALK, WE FOCUS IN ON THE GIRL, SOFIA MANTEGA, EAGERLY SHOOTING A VIDEO ON HER INSTAGRAM. SHE STATES HER EXCITEMENT AT THE CHANCE OF STARTING A NEW SCHOOL WITH NEW FRIENDS, NEW DRAMA, AND NEW POSSIBILITIES. SHE THEN EXAMINES HER HAIR BEFORE USING THE WIND TO BLOW IT INTO PLACE, MAKING A FACE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA.

WHILE SOFIA FILMS, A BEAT-UP OLD VAN PULLS UP TO THE DRIVEWAY. THE DRIVER, A STOUT WOMAN IN HER LATE THIRTIES, TELLS THE UNSEEN PASSENGER THAT THEY’RE THERE. THE PASSENGER DOOR OPENS, REVEALING A REDHEADED BOY IN A JEAN JACKET CARRYING A GUITAR CASE. HE STEPS OUT A BIT SULLENLY AS THE WOMAN TELLS HIM TO LIGHTEN UP. IT’S A BIG OPPORTUNITY TO GET INTO XAVIER’S. USING THE NAME JOSH, SHE INFORMS HIM THAT SHE KNOWS HE’LL DO GREAT, JUST LIKE HIS BROTHER AND SISTER.

JAY: MY NAME IS JAY, MA. NEW SCHOOL, NEW NAME, NEW LIFE.

JAY’S MOM SMILES AND TELLS HIM THAT HOPEFULLY IT WON’T BE A COMPLETE PERSONALITY CHANGE. HE’S BEEN SO DOWN ALL BECAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED WITH JULIA OVER THE SUMMER. HE SHOULD REMEMBER THAT THERE’S GOOD THINGS IN LIFE. HE JUST NEEDS TO KNOW WHERE TO LOOK. SHE THEN DRIVES OFF, LEAVING JAY TO WALK OVER TO THE QUAD WITH HIS BELONGINGS.

HE WALKS PAST A SULLEN-LOOKING GOTH GIRL, STANDING IN A SHADY CORNER AWAY FROM THE OTHER STUDENTS. LAURA KINNEY LOOKS OVER AT HER COMPANION, WOLVERINE, WHO TELLS HER THAT SHE SHOULD GO AND MINGLE WITH THE OTHER KIDS. IT’LL HELP BUILD A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP HERE. LAURA CALMLY REPLIES THAT HE KNOWS SHE CAN’T DO THAT. HE KNOWS WHAT HAPPENS.

LOGAN ASSURES HER THAT XAVIER’S IS DIFFERENT. SHE’LL BE SAFE HERE. LAURA TELLS HIM THAT SHE’S SAFE WITH HIM. THIS SCHOOL… THESE PEOPLE… WILL REJECT HER WHEN THEY KNOW WHAT SHE TRULY IS. LOGAN PATS HER ON THE BACK, TELLING HER HE’S JUST A PHONE CALL AWAY. BUT HE’D LIKE TO SEE HER TRY TO FIT IN HERE. PEOPLE WILL ACCEPT HER IF SHE LETS THEM IN. LAURA SHRUGS AND WALKS OVER TO REGISTER AND GET HER ROOM KEY.

LAURA IS WATCHED BY A BLOND WOMAN IN WHITE CLOTHING, WHO STANDS BESIDE A MAN WITH RED SUNGLASSES. EMMA FROST SAYS THAT SHE CAN’T BELIEVE SHE LET LOGAN BRING THAT GIRL HERE. CYCLOPS TELLS HER THAT PEOPLE AREN’T ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM. IF SHE GIVES LAURA A CHANCE, IT’LL HELP HER. EMMA SIGHS, TELLING HIM THAT THAT’LL BE THE DAY. CYCLOPS SAYS THAT IF SHE WANTS TO BE THE CO-HEAD OF THE SCHOOL, SHE NEEDS TO PLAY FAIR. NO MORE GIVING STUDENTS LIKE MONET AND JULIAN AN EGO BOOST.

EMMA: SCOTT, DARLING, THE TIGRESS CAN’T CHANGE HER STRIPES. I CAN’T JUST BE LIKE A REPLACEMENT FOR JEAN AND YOU KNOW THAT.

SCOTT: JUST MAKE SURE TO REIN IT IN, EMMA. THESE CHILDREN ARE YOUNG. IMPRESSIONABLE.

EMMA: I STOPPED LISTENING AFTER ‘EMMA’, DARLING.

AS EMMA WALKS OFF, TWO ADULT WOMEN, DANI MOONSTAR AND XUAN CAO MANH, OBSERVE THE GAGGLE OF NEW STUDENTS. DANI IS EXCITED FOR THE NEW YEAR. WHILE GLOBETROTTING WAS FUN, SHE FEELS LIKE SHE’LL BE ABLE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE TEACHING HERE. XUAN CHUCKLES, TELLING HER THAT IT’S IMPORTANT TO FIND THE RIGHT STUDENTS FOR A SQUAD. WHILE THEY’RE BOTH NEW TO THIS, THEY HAVE TO REMEMBER TO HELP MOLD THE MINDS OF THESE STUDENTS.

DANI: I KNOW. AND TRUST ME, I HAVE A GREAT FEELING ABOUT THIS YEAR.

WE CUT TO THE HALLWAY WHERE CLARICE IS SEARCHING FOR HER DORM. SHE HAS BEEN LOOKING FOR TEN MINUTES AND STILL CAN’T FIND IT. SHE TAKES A LOOK AT HER SCHEDULE, ONLY TO FIND THAT SHE’S ON THE WRONG HALLWAY. SHE CURSES, FORMING A PORTAL OUT OF THIN AIR AND JUMPING THROUGH IT. AS SHE DOES, SHE BUMPS INTO SOFIA, KNOCKING THEM BOTH OVER.

CLARICE: GOD DAMMIT! WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING, YOU…

SHE IMMEDIATELY PAUSES, LOOKING AT SOFIA IN AMAZEMENT. CLARICE’S PERSPECTIVE GOES INTO SLOW MOTION AS SOFIA LOOKS AT HER, FLIPPING HER HAIR BACK. SOFIA APOLOGIZES AND USES THE WIND TO COLLECT HER BOOKS WHILE CLARICE SITS THERE, AWESTRUCK. CLARICE INTRODUCES HERSELF, HER FACE TURNING AN EVEN DARKER SHADE OF PINK WHILE SOFIA ALSO INTRODUCES HERSELF.

SOFIA SMILES, TELLING CLARICE THAT SHE HOPES TO SEE HER AROUND. FLUSTERED, CLARICE SPOUTS OUT INCOHERENT PETTIFOG WHILE SOFIA GIGGLES AND THEN WALKS OFF. CLARICE FINALLY STANDS UP AND BEGINS TO CLUELESSLY WALK IN SOFIA’S DIRECTION BEFORE REALIZING THAT SHE’S GOING THE WRONG WAY. SHE THEN TURNS AROUND AND KEEPS WALKING, EVENTUALLY BUMPING INTO A WALL.

MEANWHILE, LAURA IS CURRENTLY SHOWERING IN HER DORM. WHEN SHE HEARS THE DOOR OPEN, SHE IMMEDIATELY TURNS OFF THE TAP, GRABBING A TOWEL AND UNSHEATHING HER TWIN CLAWS IN HER LEFT HAND. SHE WALKS OUT THE BATHROOM, COMING FACE TO FACE WITH A MUSLIM GIRL IN AN ABAYA AND NIQAB VEIL. THE GIRL INTRODUCES HERSELF AS SOORAYA, HER ROOMMATE. LAURA, CONFUSED, SECURES HER TOWEL AND SHEATHES HER CLAWS.

SOORAYA: ARE YOU NEW TOO? I DEFINITELY AM. I’M FROM AFGHANISTAN. THIS IS MY FIRST DAY HERE.

LAURA NODS AS SOORAYA TALKS ABOUT HER ANTICIPATION TO BE IN AN AMERICAN SCHOOL. SHE THEN NOTICES LAURA AND ASKS HER IF SHE’S OKAY. LAURA NODS AGAIN AND SOORAYA ASKS IF SHE TALKS MUCH. LAURA JUST HEADS BACK INTO THE BATHROOM WHILE SOORAYA UNPACKS.

MEANWHILE, JULIAN AND SANTO HEAD INTO THEIR DORM. JULIAN BUMPS SANTO’S ROCKY FIST BEFORE TELEKINETICALLY UNPACKING HIS STUFF. EVENTUALLY, THE DOOR OPENS, REVEALING A DARK-SKINNED GIRL WITH LONG BLACK HAIR, WHO LEANS AGAINST THE WALL WITH CONFIDENCE.

JULIAN: OH. HEY, MONET. WHAT ARE YOU-

MONET ANSWERS NOTHING MUCH. SHE JUST WANTS TO TELL HIM THAT SHE IS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OVER THEIR BREAKUP. SHE’S GOT PLENTY OF BOYS AND SOME GIRLS WHO ARE JUMPING AT THE CHANCE TO DATE HER. JULIAN NODS, TELLING HER THAT THAT’S GOOD, BECAUSE HE HAS SOMEONE IN MIND TOO.

MONET NODS, TELLING HIM THAT SHE HOPES THIS LUCKY LADY HAS A GOOD HEAD ON HER SHOULDERS. IT’LL TAKE A LOT TO WITHSTAND HIS AMOUNT OF MALE TESTOSTERONE. SHE TELLS HIM GOOD LUCK AND REMINDS HIM TO WEAR PROTECTION BEFORE WALKING OFF. JULIAN SIGHS, ADMITTING TO SANTO THAT HE’S STILL NOT OVER THAT GIRL. SANTO NODS, SAYING THAT SHE HAS THAT AFFECT ON PEOPLE.

MEANWHILE, SOFIA ARRIVES AT HER DORM, EXCITED. SHE OPENS THE DOOR AND CESSILY RACES OUT, SMILING. SHE IMMEDIATELY INTRODUCES HERSELF AND STATES HER EXCITEMENT. SOFIA SMILES, SITTING DOWN ON HER BED AND COMPLIMENTING CESSILY’S SKIN. CESSILY STRETCHES HERSELF OVER TO HER BED, WATCHING SOFIA AEROKINETICALLY UNPACK AND COMPLIMENTING HER ACCENT. IT REMINDS HER OF JESSICA CRUZ FROM DC SUPER HERO GIRLS. CONFUSED, SOFIA ASKS WHAT THAT IS.

CESSILY: WAIT, SO YOU’VE NEVER SEEN THAT SHOW? WHAT ABOUT MONSTER HIGH? DOOM PATROL? EUPHORIA? HELLUVA BOSS? RAINBOW HIGH? LEGENDS OF TOMORROW? ANY OF THOSE?

SOFIA SHAKES HER HEAD AND CESSILY TELLS HER THAT SHE’LL MAKE SURE TO EDUCATE HER. SHE THEN TAKES OUT A STACK OF COMIC BOOKS AND PLACES THEM ON HER BED. SOFIA SMILES AND SAYS THAT SHE’S GOING TO LOVE BEING HER ROOMMATE.

MEANWHILE, JAY WALKS INTO HIS DORM, REVEALING A GOLDEN SKINNED BOY WITH BLOND HAIR. HE INTRODUCES HIMSELF AS JOSH FOLEY AND SHAKES JAY’S HAND. HE NOTICES JAY’S GUITAR CASE AND SAYS THAT HE LIKES MUSIC TOO. HE’S A BIT OF AN ED SHEERAN FAN BUT HE ALSO LIKES JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE. JAY LOOKS AROUND AT THE SPORTS MEMORABILIA IN JOSH’S ROOM, ASKING HIM IF HE’S ALSO A LEBRON FAN.

JOSH NODS, SAYING THAT HE’S PRACTICED FOR A WHILE NOW TO MASTER THE ART OF BASKETBALL. HE’S JUST GLAD HE FINALLY GETS A ROOMMATE. HE GOT HERE OVER THE SUMMER AND HAS HAD TO BE BY HIMSELF FOR A WHILE. JAY SETS HIS STUFF DOWN AND REMOVES HIS JACKET, REVEALING LARGE RED FEATHERED WINGS. JOSH GRINS AND TELLS JAY THAT THEY’RE GONNA HAVE A BLAST.

MEANWHILE, CLARICE ENTERS HER DORM, NOTICING A BLONDE GIRL SITTING ON THE BED CLOSEST TO THE WINDOW. THE GIRL INTRODUCES HERSELF AS LAURIE COLLINS, TELLING CLARICE THAT IT’S NICE TO HAVE A ROOMMATE. CLARICE NODS, SITTING DOWN ON THE EMPTY BED, ASKING LAURIE IF SHE’S BEEN HERE A WHILE. LAURIE SAYS THAT SHE’S MAINLY BEEN HERE OVER THE SUMMER, BUT IT’S BEEN HARD FITTING IN. SHE’S NOT SURE IF PEOPLE TRULY LIKE HER. CLARICE NODS, TELLING HER SHE KNOWS HOW IT FEELS. PEOPLE CAN BE SHIT SOMETIMES. LAURIE CHUCKLES AS CLARICE LAYS DOWN ON THE BED, LOOKING AT THE CEILING.

WE THEN CUT TO THE SCHOOL AS NIGHT BEGINS TO FALL. A SOFT, RELAXING SONG PLAYS AS THE CAMERA FOCUSES ON OUR MAIN CAST, GETTING TO SLEEP IN THEIR DORMS. WE ALSO FOCUS ON SOME OTHERS WHO MAY HAVE SOME AFFECT IN FUTURE EPISODES; A GOTH KID WRITING IN A NOTEBOOK, A GIRL WITH SKIN MADE OF PURPLE DIAMOND WHO IS LOOKING AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR, MONET, WHO LOOKS OUT THE WINDOW, AND A CUTE PINK-HAIRED GIRL WITH RAINBOW BUTTERFLY WINGS.

WE THEN CUT OVER TO EMMA, LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW. SCOTT TELLS HER TO COME BACK TO BED, AND SHE SAYS THAT SHE WILL IN A BIT. SHE’S JUST REFLECTING. THIS IS A NEW YEAR WITH NEW OPPORTUNITIES. AND THESE STUDENTS HAVEN’T SEEN ANYTHING YET. SHE CONTINUES TO STARE OUT THE WINDOW AS THE MOON SHINES BRIGHTLY AND THE CAMERA FADES TO BLACK.

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THE FIRST EPISODE IS UP! MAKE SURE TO COMMENT AND STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE 2!

[printerpaintergamerguy]

My Cat is a Mom...And I Got AI To Write My Blogs Now

I'll admit it, I'm a sucker for a cat. When I brought home my gorgeous Bengal, Razzle-Dazzle, I envisioned cozy evenings, watching reruns of "The Great British Baking Show" while a fluffy purring machine settled contentedly on my lap. What I got instead was a sneaky little escape artist, a litter of kittens I didn't plan on, and more chaos than I could have imagined.

The story starts, of course, with Razzle-Dazzle herself. I went to the shelter thinking about a new furry friend for a casual Netflix marathon companion, but this girl? She wasn’t just a fluffy friend. She was, dare I say it, a Bengal on a mission. The moment I got her settled, the pet door magically swung open (because obviously it has a mind of its own!) and Razzle-Dazzle took off.

I knew something was up when I woke to find her curled up beside the couch the next morning – not by my side as planned! – and noticed a hint of that "about to pop" look. Oh. She wasn't a lonely girl after all. Razzle-Dazzle had other priorities, other cats, in her life… apparently.

It turned out, this feline was a total rule breaker and wasn't about to be contained by simple human logic or shelter protocols! This was just the beginning. In what felt like the blink of an eye, Razzle-Dazzle transformed into a mother of five kittens, all with her same stunning Bengal markings. They were adorable, yes, but with five mouths to feed, there was more squalling than sweet cuddling.

And that, my friends, is where the fun REALLY begins. We had those kittens nestled all around, with little kitten feet poking up here and there. They ate, they slept, they chewed on everything, and they managed to become covered in milk from head to tail (even the ears!).

Let's face it: caring for five new kittens wasn't exactly on my bucket list. They had a remarkable ability to wreak havoc on a moment's notice – like when all five somehow ended up in the bathtub! But, one kitten stood out in that chaotic whirlwind. A tiny, delicate one. I don't know if she felt abandoned, overlooked, or perhaps simply knew she had the “right” mom, but Little Ears – named, of course, for her tiny ear tips that just made her that much more adorable - was always clinging to Razzle-Dazzle.

While all the other kittens settled into their new homes (even I’ll admit they had a knack for quickly making their way into other’s hearts!), Little Ears never let Razzle-Dazzle out of her sight. When we decided it was time for the little guys to go, Precious Little Ears was a master of the vanishing act, perfectly camouflaged behind curtains and under the bed. And let’s face it, I’d love a new reason to use my adorable kitten carrier - she would have found out! She clearly wanted to be with Momma.

Finally, two hours later, both mom and daughter came slinking into my view, nestled against each other on the sofa, both equally oblivious to the utter chaos I was trying to manage! And let’s be real – did I really want a sweet, cuddlesome, Little Ears running to someone else’s arms? Of course not! It felt right, it felt meant to be – or at least the most sane choice out of a very confusing scenario.

So, here I am with two amazing Bengal ladies. One, a feisty escape artist with a wild heart. The other, her sweet little shadow. Now, I can't imagine my life without them. But if anyone ever suggests a "kitten shower" for my “sassy mama” kitty, I’ll just have to explain to them: Razzle-Dazzle had the “sassy” part down pat! I learned, the hard way, that not all kitties are destined for Netflix and chill, and that some simply come ready with little surprises in store. Now, who needs “The Great British Baking Show" when you have furballs around, I ask you?

[hiraethhh-h]

consider pyra with a lil kitty cat

CONSIDERED. DONE. ABSOLUTELY. I AGREE.

NONNIE YOU ARE MAKING MY BRAIN WORK AT ALMOST 3AM AND IM SO TIRED TO THE POINT WHERE IM USING THE WRONG YOU'RE/YOUR. /lh /nm

BUT I LOVE PYRAMID HEAD SO I WILL FUCKING WORK FOR THAT MAN.

okay, so, pyra's making his rounds bc a new group of survivors unfortunately wound up in silent hill, so he's on his way to punish them

pyramid head does his job, but he spots a small crate near the vehicle they came from and he hears some weird ass sounds so he goes to check if there's anymore stragglers

but much to his surprise, there's a little kitten in the crate

*queue pyramid head tilt*

he's seen many creatures in silent hill, but none so... fragile as this one

pyramid head does his best to open the latch, his ofc, his hands are huge as fuck so he ends up breaking the lock. but hey, it works.

the kitten sprints out of the kennel and begins to sniff at pyramid head's boots. big man is a little startled, but he figures the creature isn't hostile so he watches it very closely

it begins to rub itself against his ankle affectionately and fucking purrs.

pyramid head is extremely confused, like there are literal question marks floating above him. at first, he picks it up by the scruff and brings it to his helmet for closer inspection, but over time, the kitten meows distastefully, so he resorts to holding it in his big ass palm

he makes his way through the darkness, deciding to retreat for once so he could figure out how to... take care of his new companion. there aren't exactly any manuals lying around silent hill on how to take care of the tiny little creature, and pyramid head himself isn't the best when it comes to figuring out other's needs...

in the end, pyramid head begins to steal from the order, looting each kill for possible sustenance

so, you end up in silent hill for whatever reason and wander into the nearby hotel bc hey, it's a hotel. it's a perfect place to seek shelter. you hear the sirens signifying the approaching darkness so you hunker down in a random room, securing the door shut behind you

imagine your surprise when you find a kitten curled up on the worn bed, meowing in confusion when it spots you

you're quick to come to the cat's aid, checking it for any wounds and whatnot because you know the darkness is all but kind to any lurking creatures

you end up cradling the kitten in your arms, the little creature purring like a madman from your soft and gentle touches.

but little did you know, that little guy was pyramid head's.

you nearly jump out of your skin when the wooden door shatters into splinters, pyramid head ducking beneath the door and speed walking into the room, ready to swing his greatsword at you

only to find you shielding the cat in your arms.

pyramid head stops and stares bc he doesn't wanna end up hurting the kitten, and he can hear the little cat's purring so it clearly likes you too...

what to do next?

now i shall pass out in bed <3

[breakonthru]

could you maybe to a thomas thorne x reader ? like the other ghosts always notice and comment on their flirting til one day he finally admits to it. love your writing btw :)

thank u anon for the compliment AND THE THOMAS REQUEST!! <33

im so sorry this took so long i’m not very good at writing dialogue for thomas and that kind of put me on a break for awhile lol hence why the ending is so abrupt… anyway enjoy!

you hate to say it, but you’re oblivious. you’re not sure how to fix it or how it happened but you are, and if someone said the word gullible was written on the ceiling, you’d probably believe them, too.

and yet when julian settled in next to you and claimed thomas was in love with you, you burst out laughing.

“what’s so funny?” his face twisted into some sort of sour expression.

“he’s not in love with me! we just… like complimenting one another.” your laughter died down, hand reaching to itch the side of your neck in semi-embarrassment.

“really.” julian frowned, unamused.

“really!”

“and you would consider him calling you the ‘fairest and most effervescent visage he had ever laid eyes on’ a compliment, yeah?”

“well…” you trailed off.

“kitty!” he shouted.

“no, no! don’t!” you’ve sat through one to many rose-colored rambles on how thomas and you had been “meant to be” and enough stories about how lovely it would be if the two of you were together to fill a library. “just… leave it?”

“i’ve bet on you, you know!” julian frowns as you get up to leave. “and i never lose!”

you huff, fleeing to the one place you knew you’d be alone. you hear an indignant “never!” right before you leave the room.

“y/n! my faithful and incomparable companion!” a voice called as you exited the house. thomas— who else would it have been? “whatever is the ma-“

“do you love me?” you blurt out, interrupting him.

“what?” thomas replies, his mouth failing to catch up with his brain as it flounders open and closed.

“julian said you loved me and i had to know for certain it was true.” you clench your fists. tight enough to bleed, though you supposed being dead had it’s perks that way. silence rang over the lawn and you could swear you caught figures in the window behind you. let them look. you needed to know.

“ah, well…” thomas searched for something to say. he had so many flowery sentences prepared and yet being out on the spot caused everything to just, well, disappear.

“if he’s lying, i am so-“

“no!” the poets hands fly out in front of him. “no. he’s, ah, he’s correct.”

“he,” you blink. “he is?”

“well, i hadn’t exactly planned it to happen this way, but, ah… i can improv it!” his hands wiped nervously on his waistcoat, resting on his bullet wound once done. “y/n. you have me completely enamored. i have been yours as i hope you have been mine and there is not a second i do not think of you; your smile, your voice, you. the sun and moon pale in comparison to just how much you shine.”

now it seems as though it was your turn for speechlessness, hand frozen in the air in some sort of silent invitation for thomas’ to grab yours.

“i would really love to hear you say you love me too, dove.”

dove? love?!

“you… love me?”

“well, i had hoped it was obvious by my speech that it was but yes, i do.”

“well, you didn’t say it in your speech.” your hands grasp the other’s. “if it means anything, i love you, too?”

“it means so much.” thomas murmurs, leaning in as the two of you hear loud cheering from inside the house.

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

I've been having a terrible week, so if you want, could you do companions (and Jasmine, if that works?) reacting to a Sole with eyes that glow in the dark/reflect light like a cat's? Thanks :)

Awww, damn. You also not having the bestest week right now? I hope it gets better for you Darling! :) 💖💖💖

And does anyone else get scared when playing Fallout 4 and traveling with Nick in a dark area? Like, bro gives me a mini jump scare when I turn around and all I see is his glowing eyes in the abyss. Then my gamer reflexes kick in and I gun bash him. (Sorry Nick, but it’s scary as heck)

Sole was born with curiously glowing, yellow catlike eyes. No one knew exactly why, but they just were. Their flash photos always came out a little creepy with their eyes looking like the devils, but the big plus side was they had a better time navigating in the dark. They honestly sometimes forgot about their unique features at times, reminded upon meeting someone new.

Nick Valentine: He doesn’t wish to be rude so he does not bring it up when they first meet. He has similar glowing eyes, and it can make one self conscious when they get constantly stared at. Later he makes a joke about it, asking if they inherited their mothers set of eyes as well. They both end up startling each other when sneaking around in dark rooms, often pistol whipping at the same time. They both come to a mutual agreement to put on shades while crawling around in the dark, just to spare them both.

Piper Wright: At their first meeting, her mouth just unhinged and hangs wide open like a gaping fish in shock. When Sole points it out, Piper immediately apologizes and stutters that she has never seen anything like their eyes on anybody, the closest being Nicks Synth eyes. She is plain curious, (And a little suspicious) asking her truckload of reporters questions like if they were born like this or if it was a weird mutation they picked up or if they were really a Synth. Sole explains that they were born with it and Piper is cool with that. She finds that the yellow of their eyes goes well with the blue of their vault suit, making a beautiful color contrast.

Codsworth: Already knew from day one that his master had a very particular set of eyes, so he doesn’t pay them much mind anymore. Codsoworth makes sure to put their cat eyes in their description if he is ever asked how Sole looks by other settlers or travelers, often getting questioned if he was malfunctioning or needed a time up.

Preston Garvey: Catches him off guard for a moment, seeing Soles eyes pierce into the very depths of his soul. He stammers and fumbles a bit, but gathers himself enough to ask for Soles help. Later he shyly asks for the story behind their feline like eyes, in which Sole gladly explains. In the end he thinks their cat-like eyes are pretty cool looking, giving the General their own distinctive look.

Curie: She sparkles with curiosity and fascination when Sole unique eyes come to her attention. She tells them that they look exactly like a kitty cats eyes and she wonders out loud if they can also see better in the dark then the average human. Curie insists on preforming several eye tests and examinations on Sole, already writing down all she could from just observing them while traveling around the Commonwealth.

Cait: Just straight up ask them what the hell is up with their freakish eyes during their first meeting. Sole patiently explains that they were born with it, and she only shrugs and moves on without much of another say about it. Cait later finds it absolutely terrifying when they are going around in darkrooms and she turns around only to see two glowing orbs in the abyss. She ends up punching them on multiple occasions, asking if they should cover them up while in dark places so she doesn’t get a heart attack and Sole don’t get a concussion or a trip to deaths door.

Deacon: Pretty chill about the whole gleaming eye thing, cracking a few jokes about them actually turning into a were-cat during a full moon and asking if they can understand what the cats are saying to each other. Deacon does offer them a pair of sunglasses while on missions, stating that even though it was cool their eyes glowed brighter then the future, they didn’t need to signal to everyone and their mothers that they were snooping around.

Danse: Turns very hostile during the two's first encounter, believing them to be a synth or a mutant of some kind. Once he is assured that Sole is in fact human with just unusual eyes, he calms down some and continues on without another word. He finds it fascinating when they revealed that they see better in the dark, stating that it provided them a higher advantage against opponents. Danse is quick to defend them if any other Brotherhood members get hostile as well, assuring the entire Prydwen down to the Squires that Sole is not a Synth or a Mutant, just a really good Solider with a particular set of eyes.

Hancock: Does a little side step dance when he first sees Soles eyes, not believing his very own eyes until someone else confirms it. Hancock showers them with complements and wide smiles from the start, saying that there isn’t a better or prettier set of eyes in the entire Commonwealth. He loves watching peoples reactions to Soles eyes, often bringing Sole down to the Third Rail just so he can show off his feline cat eyed friend to anyone who would listen.

MacCready: Has to do several double takes upon his first meeting with Sole, squinting and leaning in a little just to be sure his own eyes ain’t fooling him. He gets a little defensive, asking for the story behind their eyes. When Sole shrugs and explains that it’s just how their eyes always were, he nods and continues. Later he finds out just how freaky it can get in the pitch dark, ending up constantly calling for Sole in quiet voice just so he doesn’t get startled dead by the sudden appearance of their spooky luminesce orbs.

X6: He quietly notes to himself during their first encounter that Father had not gotten his parents unusual trait of catlike glowing eyes. He only asks if their eyes give them a tactical advantage in the dark, after that he pretended to pay it no mind and never brings it up. But no one said that he didn’t sneak a curious glance every once in awhile. (They totally scare him in the dark. He internally screams like a little girl every time)

Strong: Asks them why their eyes are weird and all glowing-like when they are in fact a human and not a cat. When Sole explains that they were born like that, he just nods and accepts it. As long as they are a good fighter and leader, he has no problem with them.

Dogmeat: He does not care what Sole eyes are like, even if they look like a cats eyes. He just wants to love them and absolutely overload them with puppy kisses. No judgment from the best doggo in the world, just pure adoration.

Jasmine: She notices and thinks Soles kitty cat eyes are actually pretty cute/cool, but honestly does not care all that much. She gives them the same treatment she gives to all new people, which is constantly giving them side glares from across the room with her resting bitch face. If Sole asks the teen if she is wary because of their eyes, she will simply state “No.” or shake her head, continuing her side glares. (This is why Nick is always apologizing for her to new people)

Moral of the Story: Again, everyone be more like Dogmeat and don’t judge a book by its cover. But I swear, if y’all start licking people it’s not on me.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Here’s the creepy Midge story I talked about last night.

In honor of spooky season, this was kind of intense. 

Please note that this is a creepy Midge specific thing, and like. This is in no way how Judaism works. This version of this character is just like this.

Warnings for a near miss. 

Here we go.

August, 1966 

She wakes up at three in the morning from a dead sleep and looks out her bedroom window, considering the moon high in the sky. It’s early August, and hot and sticky in New York, and when she climbs out the window and onto her fire escape, she breathes in the night air, closing her eyes. 

She stays there for a good hour before climbing back inside and picking up the phone, dialing the number she’s had memorized for years but never uses. 

“Fuck. What? Do you have any idea what time-” 

“I’m coming to visit,” she tells him. 

“Midge?” Lenny asks, obviously confused. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” she tells him. “I’ll bring the groceries.” 

“Midge - don’t you fucking dare-” 

“See you later, Lenny.” 

“Midge!” 

She hangs up and packs.

***** 

As promised, she gets to his home in LA, groceries in hand, at seven o’clock in the evening. She wanders past him and heads for the kitchen, somehow knowing exactly where it is. 

“Midge, I need you to leave.” 

“I hope chicken is okay,” she tells him as she gets to work. “I couldn’t find a brisket in this god-forsaken place.” 

“I don’t want you here, Midge,” Lenny snaps, following her around as she starts to make dinner. “To say nothing of the fact that I haven’t heard from you in three fucking years.” 

“You told me you wanted me out of your life,” she points out. 

“Yes, and I meant it, and it still stands,” he tells her. 

Midge turns and gazes at him. Seemingly right through him, and he takes a step back from her, obviously a little spooked. 

“Give me one night,” she says softly, reaching out to stroke his beard affectionately. “And then you never have to see me, ever again.” 

He keeps gazing into her soft, blue eyes, nodding slowly, not knowing why. “One night. And then you leave.” 

“And then I leave,” Midge agrees. 

And so it is. 

***** 

She makes them some dinner. Roast chicken and roast potatoes and glazed carrots and they sit at his kitchen table, eating in companionable silence. 

“So?” he asks quietly. “How are you?” 

Midge nods. “Good.” She pins him with that unknowable gaze again. “How are you?” 

Lenny swallows down a mouthful of carrot. “Not…great,” he admits without meaning to. “Not great. I’m high more often than I’m not and I can’t stop thinking about the appeal and I’m missing out on Kitty’s life and I’m dating someone half my age and I just-” he stops talking for a long moment. “All is not well.” 

She nods, and reaches over, taking his hand and holding it. A comforting gesture from a woman he has no right to ask for comfort from after everything that’s happened between them. 

But Midge tilts her head and gazes down at their hands, her thin fingers stroking his boney ones tenderly. “Finish eating,” she tells him. “You’ll feel better after you eat.” 

He does as he’s told, but keeps gazing at her, confused. 

***** 

After dinner, they do the dishes together, and then Lenny puts a record on to listen to. Otis Redding. And they dance and talk and laugh like no time has passed at all. Like it’s 1961 and not 1966, they’re funny and talented and in love, and not exhausted and disappointed by the trajectory of their lives. 

Midge holds onto him tightly, her fingers toying with the curls at the back of his head, and Lenny closes his eyes, burying his nose in against her neck. 

“I’m sorry, Midge,” he mutters absently. “For everything. I’m sorry.” 

“It could be worse,” she tells him softly. “It could always be worse.” 

***** 

They don’t have sex. 

She lays in his bed with him, holding him in the quiet of his darkened room. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Midge,” he murmurs against her hair. 

“Yes, you do,” she smiles up at him. “You’ve always known, you just don’t like to listen to me.” 

“I don’t like that you’re right all the time,” he admits.

“Not all the time,” she counters, tracing a finger down his neck. 

“Most times,” he shrugs. “About the big things.” 

She hums softly and looks him in the eyes. “Where are the drugs, Lenny?” 

He doesn’t respond to her for a long time. Nearly twenty minutes pass before he tells her. 

“Bathroom,” he mutters. “Like always.” 

Midge nods and leans in, kissing his forehead before sliding out of bed and wandering into the bathroom.

Lenny closes his eyes as he listens to liquid hit the toilet water and then the flush.

***** 

Daylight starts to crack through the closed shades and Midge runs her thumb over his collarbone. “It’s time.” 

“No,” Lenny mutters, still half asleep, holding her tighter. 

“One night,” she smiles. “We said one night, and now the sun’s coming up.” 

“I could make you breakfast,” he offers. “Coffee?” 

Midge takes a deep breath before she leans in, kissing him slowly, just like she used to, her fingers threading into his hair, her lips tender and loving against his. 

And it’s everything he’s been missing for the last three years. He pulls her closer, clutching at her, rolling her onto her back underneath him. “One cup of coffee.” 

“That doesn’t feel like coffee,” Midge laughs softly. “That feels like your dick.” 

“Okay, so maybe a little something else and then coffee,” he offers. 

“You have someone,” she reminds him softly. “And that someone isn’t me anymore.” 

The sadness in her eyes makes him pull away, sitting up, looking conflicted. 

Midge leans in, pressing gentle kisses all over his face before she slips out of bed. He watches her as she fixes her hair and pulls her bag over to redo her makeup, and soon, she’s Midge Maisel, world class comedian, television darling and celebrity. 

Midge Weissman, the beautiful woman who knows so much and tells him so fucking little is gone. 

She turns to him, gazing at him for a long moment. “Bye, Lenny.” 

When she heads out the door, towards the front hall, he scrambles to follow her. 

“Midge.” 

She opens the front door to leave.

“Midge.” 

She turns to look at him.

“Why did you come here last night?” Lenny asks, gazing into those blue eyes again. 

She just smiles and takes a breath, smoothing out her dress. “Ask me again on your birthday.” 

And like that, she’s gone with a click of the door.

***** 

The whole night felt like a dream. If it weren’t for his empty stash bag in his bathroom and the leftover food in his fridge, he’s not even sure he’d believe she was ever there to begin with.

But she was. 

He cleans himself up. In most of the ways he knows he needs to. Hires back some of his lawyers. Kicks the drugs as best he can. Things end with the girlfriend. She’s young and she wants more than his old bones can give her and that’s - 

Well that’s fucking fair, really. 

His conviction gets overturned pretty quickly once the lawyers are rehired, and suddenly offers for work start flooding through. 

He’s back in New York by his birthday, and Midge shows up at his Village Vanguard gig. She’s watching from a table in the back, smoking a cigarette, and enjoying a drink. She smiles at him when he wanders over after his set. 

“That,” she tells him. “Was amazing. But I’m not actually surprised. You’ve got three years of material just sitting in that big brain of yours waiting to get out.” 

Lenny takes a seat and she offers him a light for his own cigarette. “Thanks.” 

“Sorry I didn’t get you a drink, I don’t know what your poison is these days,” Midge says sheepishly. 

He waves it off and leans in, gazing at her, narrowing his eyes. “It’s my birthday, you know.” 

“I do know,” she nods. “I sent some dirty magazines to your hotel room.” 

“Very thoughtful,” Lenny chuckles. “But I want something different for my birthday.”

“Oh?” 

“An answer to a question you promised me,” he reminds her. “You showed up at my house with groceries in August. You cooked me dinner. We danced. We laughed. We kissed. You flushed my dope. Why?” 

She gives him a soft smile; one that drives him nuts, and takes a drag from her cigarette. “Because.” 

“Because?” 

Midge shrugs. “Because you needed me.” 

“And you just knew that. You woke up at three in the morning New York time, and you thought ‘Oh. Lenny needs me. I better hop a plane.’” 

She stares at him for a long, silent moment. Not smoking. Not drinking. Just staring, and a feeling comes over him he’s never had before. 

A feeling like feet crunching in a cemetery. Like trying to avoid stepping on someone’s grave.

And failing. 

Lenny swallows hard, and when she offers him her drink, he takes it quickly, downing the rest of the martini. The sting is good. 

“Fucking Christ, Midge,” he mutters, rubbing his face. 

Her hand lands on his shoulder comfortingly and he covers it with his own. She flags down a waitress and orders herself another martini before turning to Lenny. 

“Still bourbon on the rocks?” she asks gently. 

He nods wordlessly, and Midge gives the rest of the order before the waitress walks off. 

“How close did I actually get?” he asks quietly. 

“Close enough,” she tells him. 

Lenny takes a long, stressed-out drag off of his cigarette, and keeps holding her hand. “How did you know?”

Midge shrugs at him. “I woke up. I sat around. I thought to myself ‘I need to go see Lenny. It might be my last chance.’ And then I did.” 

“I both love and hate that you do this shit,” he mutters. 

She smiles a little and squeezes his shoulder. “I am well aware.” 

END

[theramseyloft]

Beginner’s housing for a pet pigeon

We can go into the complexities involved in housing multiple pigeons at a later time.

Right now, we’re going to focus primarily on setting up for a single bird who is intended to be a companion animal.

The biggest problem you are going to run into is that the housing commercially available for birds is designed either to display a finch or a parrot.

Finch cages make excellent hospital cages for pigeons, but that is their only useful application.

A Hospital cage needs to be small to discourage the bird from moving around too much and doing anything other than eating and drinking, so that their recovery, be that from disease or injury, can progress with as few delays as possible.

A healthy bird cannot tolerate this degree of confinement for long.

Parrot cages are huge and expensive, but too narrow for a pigeon to be physically able to use.

The bare minimum requirements for any cage a pigeon will be housed in for more than an hour a day is that it be two inches wider than the full wingspan of the bird at the narrowest point, to allow their wings at least an inch of clearance on either side.

They are cliff nesters that don’t roost on branches. Round perches hurt their feet, so they need either flat platforms or square perches.

Pigeons cannot climb the way parrots can. They can only walk or fly, and they cannot comfortably fly if their wings will clip into things like hanging toys or ramps.

So they tend to prefer their enclosure be as uncluttered as possible.

Socialization is best done outside the enclosure, so that’s where most of the toys should be.

Dog kennels set up like this one above are kinder to both the pigeons and the wallets of their care taker than pretty much any indoor bird cage available.

A Labrador sized (usually marketed as a “Large”) kennel will fit bird about homer sized and smaller.

Larger breeds or breeds with longer flight and tail feathers will need a larger size as a base line.

These are very simple to modify.

The nest box is a bunny/ferret corner litter box, about $8-10 at most pet shops. Easy to clean and comfortable.

The perch is a garden stake cut to length, about $5 from the garden center at Walmart or a hardware store like Lowes or home Depot.

Honestly, if I had this to do over, the birds would get a wider, shallower food dish.

Pigeons are ground foragers. It’s easier for them to eat comfortably from a shallow dish than a deep one.

The water dish can be as deep as the pigeon can reach the bottom of.

This is the upper level of a ferret nation Double modified for my first breeding pair of Lucerne waaaay back before my loft was built, when I had a grand total of four breeding pair of pigeons and 16 pairs of Ringneck doves.

This one also has a garden steak cut to fit as a perch.

Their nest box is a large dog bowl full of timothy hay.

Notice that this enclosure has a single hanging bell toy exactly at standing head height for the birds, well out of the way of their wings.

This probably looks unbearably spartan, especially if you come form a parrot back ground.

Remember that pigeons cannot climb and will not fly in a space where their wings may bump into clutter.

The cage for an indoor pet pigeon should serve the same function as the kennel does for an indoor dog:

That is NOT where the dog lives!

At most, it’s where they sleep at night, and where a puppy stays when they can’t be supervised until they’ve learned the house rules.

Pigeons are absolutely smart enough to learn house rules just like a dog or cat.

And pet pigeons are happiest when they have the freedom of motion to exercise, play, and interact with their human flock mates at will.

While they can free fly an entire house, a single bedroom is enough space for most breeds to move around happily.

Pigeon proofing is pretty simple.

They aren’t capable of chewing like parrots, so no need to worry about your electrical chords being damaged and your bird giving them self a nasty shock.

They can’t damage wood or drywall or fabric by chewing.

Pigeons don’t eat plants, but do like the feel of ripping them and will use strips of leaves as nest bedding, so house plants may need to be protected by glass covers.

Things displayed on shelves in the room or rooms the pigeon will have access to need to be heavy enough or well enough wedged in that the bird can’t pull them down if they land awkwardly on them or push them off if they bump into or try to squeeze past them.

Papers need to be stored where they won’t be scattered by the wind that their powerful wings kick up in flight.

Any crevices too high or awkward for you to easily clean need to be blocked some how.

Poop is simple.

The poop of a well fed, healthy pigeon with a good diet should be round and solid enough that it can be easily picked up with a square of toilet paper or a tissue when wet or vacuumed up when dry.

Once you know your bird’s favorite perches, you can make clean up even easier on yourself by laying down puppy pads under them that you can just change out as often as needed.

Once a pigeon has mastered the house rules, you can do away with the cage entirely.

This is the feeding station we set up for Ankhou and Bird-bird.

On the little feed tray for cats were the feeder and waterer with oystershell offered free choice from a dish between them.

Pigeons are one of the very few animals that recognize their reflection in the mirror as a a reflected view of themselves, instead of another bird.

Most like to practice dancing, strutting, their sweeping charge, and bow-cooing in front of mirrors, so those are excellent enrichment for them.

Being cliff nesters, bricks are simply the most comfortable thing for a pigeon to stand on.

Strutting back and forth on the rough surface in front of a mirror will help them keep their claws blunted.

The bricks are holding down a crinkle sack for cats, laid out flat. 

Pigeons love noise stims. Particularly crinkly, jingly, or chiming.

The noise it made made dancing in front of the mirror extra fun on the crinkle mat.

The dead keyboard serves a similar function.

This beans box from Walmart full of straw served as Bird-Bird’s nest box.

She laid eggs fairly regularly, and slept in there most of the time.

Ankhou was a man of simple tastes. 

This baby doll blanket on the nightstand at my bedside was where he slept at night.

Social bird was social and wanted to be as close as possible to us at all times and involved somehow in everything we did.

Pigeons like to take baths, and our free flying pet liked to be offered the opportunity to take one when we showered, but did not like to actually be in the shower with us.

So we got him a little pyrex casserole dish about as long as he was that stayed on the side of the bathtub and made a habit of filling it for him before we got into the shower.

Anhkou didn’t care much for forage pans or puzzle toys, but many pigeons do and they are very simple to make.

A pan or tray with a few fists full of straw, paper strips, sand, or a mix of all three with a high value treat like Safflower seeds sprinkled in to find mimics the way rock doves would forage for seed in the wild.

Puzzle feeders for pigeons are as simple to make as crumpling a sheet of paper with a few high value seeds inside.

Pigeons love crinkly sounds and tugging on the crumpled paper or blowing it around by flapping at it will reward them with a few spilled seeds and a fun noise.

The little wicker balls for kitties with a jingle bell inside complete the holy trinity of stick-texture, shiny, and jingly, and many pigeons love to kick, peck, and toss them.

They like to pick up and shake and toss bread ties with a small jingle bell fastened to the end.

Bird-Bird’s favorite toy was the bell intended to go on a kittens collar. 

She liked to strut around with it holding it by the loop by which it was supposed to fasten and very softly jingling it.

Q-tips with the cotton tips removed and toothpicks with blunted or clipped ends are basically pigeon Legos.

Miniature wind chimes like this little angel and her harp are fun auditory stims too.

If you can swing it (ha!), pigeons enjoy swings, as long as the perch is flat.

Experiment with your birds and see what kind of enrichment they enjoy. ^v^

[astaroth1357]

Demon Brothers Meeting the MC’s Family

I mean, if they have any family at all, what could they even tell them anyway? “Sorry Mom, still in Hell so I won’t make Thanksgiving but I’m doing great though!” This is another long one folks, but I lowkey kind of love it a whole lot. Sooo fun to write. One of my favorite posts so far.

Lucifer

Thinks it's a little weird that they’re so adamant to introduce their family to a literal demon but also kinda gets it. Family is the most important thing to him too.

Is very focused on making a good first impression, from image to attitude. Their approval isn’t going to do jack to stop him from being with the MC but he’d still take pride in being able to charm them for a night. Besides, if the MC cares then so does he.

Has more experience with the human world than the others so he’d know a lot of the do’s and don'ts already. They won’t need to worry about him making some kind of slip up.

Would love the irony if the MC’s family is religious at all. Christian/Jewish especially. May or may not play along with their little rituals but is going to make a lot of thinly veiled, passive-aggressive comments towards his "old man."

Would be most comfortable in a setting where there’s a lot of intellectual discussion or debate. He loves to steer a conversation down towards politics or other controversial things to get a rise out of people. The MC may need to reign him in if that’s a big no-go zone.

Isn’t really going to get along with any younger siblings the MC might have. Either he’s too stiff or too scary. If they’re looking for a playmate, look somewhere else.

Also not going to be particularly fond of any pets they have one way or another. Though he may take a shine to pitbulls or rottweilers because they remind him of Cerberus.

Mammon

You sure about this, MC? Him? Really? Are you really sure? He’s going to think they're crazy but he’s not going to refuse.

Will be so freaking excited if they’re from a well-to-do or, dare say, rich family. So much stuff to steal admire. Yeah, yeah no stealing from the MC’s family, he gets it... He’ll really try his best but it might be good to keep an eye on him.

Surprisingly though, he’s not going to be disgusted if they’re from a poor family either because the dude gets it. Money is hard to come by and things can be tough. He might even… pay... for some stuff while he’s there... You know, if he can. Don’t make a big deal out of it… He's got an image to keep.

He’ll try his best to not come off like a total scumbag and it may actually work. He’s rough around the edges but there’s plenty of chances for his better side to shine through as long as he stays on good behavior. 

They will have to be sure that he doesn’t get to talking too much because his dumbass will let it slip that he’s a demon. 

Mammon may not love kids but kids love him and any younger siblings are going to do the same. Even if he calls them little gremlins, he’ll let himself get roped into whatever game they’re playing and make it a lot of fun in the process.

Bring on the pets! He’s more of a dog person but he’ll play with a cat too. He may not be as animal-obsessed as Satan but he loves a good furry companion every once in a while.

Leviathan 

NOOOOO and you can’t make him!!! A social event involving strangers where he has to make a good impression?? Fuck no, that sounds like actual hell and he doesn’t want anything to do with it!

… But he also can’t just let the MC go back to the human world alone because what if they meet someone better than him and get reminded that they’re with a good-for-nothing otaku…? Okay he's going. But he’s going to pout about it.

His first impression is going to make him come off like a nervous wreck no matter what. There’s really no polishing this bundle of anxiety. The best he can hope for is to ride this thing out until it's done.

Will be pretty quiet and cling to the MC like a life-raft the entire night. Refuses to be left alone with their family in any capacity, he could not handle the awkward silence. If they’re going to the bathroom, then he’s going too damnit.

If they have a pretty nerdy family then he might be a bit more comfortable. Especially if any of their siblings/parents game or are into anime. Steering conversation more towards his comfort zones will help him out a lot...

If they have little siblings who play a lot of video games then he is going to be the coolest person in the world. Period. He knows all the best strategies to practically any game out there, demonic or human. He may even loosen up a little bit and start smiling if he gets to wow an audience with his gaming prowess!

Like Lucifer he’s not going to be all that impressed with pets either way. He’ll think fish are pretty neat and probably even reptiles too but don’t expect him to get too cuddly with a dog or anything.

Satan

Doesn’t hate the idea but agrees that his name is going to have to change if they’re really serious about it. “Hey everybody this is my boyfriend, Satan!” is only going to be appealing to very niche circles...

Like Lucifer, he's going to be mindful of how he comes across. He'd rather the MC's family likes him than didn't, even if it's irrelevant, so expect him to be very polite and sociable. Damn near the perfect gentleman.

… Until something/someone sets off his temper. He may not go full Wrath on the situation but it's probably best to get him out of the room real quick so he can cool down.

Would love if the MC comes from an super educated family but it’s not a must. He's the kind of guy who will ask a lot of questions about any person's profession/skills and how things work regardless of background. He's curious that way.

Either way, he is going to show off his smarts and make sure that their family knows where his intellect is at. He wants them to know that the MC picked someone with a good head on their shoulders, after all.

Best keep him away from small children and bratty teens. He isn't exactly opposed to kids, but it takes one little shit to set him off and NO ONE looks good yelling at someone else's kid. Deserved or not.

Will there be cats? Do you have a cat? Please say you have a cat! He's okay with dogs too but if the MC has a cat this man will be ecstatic. The cat will love him and he will love it right back. Honestly, he's already adopted it. It's his now. Who's MC?

Asmodeus

Baby, you can take him anywhere and he’ll be the life of the party! A little family gathering doesn’t matter to him.

Is going to make sure that the moment he walks through the door the MC's family is in awe of what a catch they've got for themselves. He wants them to be proud of their little MC! To him, that translates to looking good and being fun!

Hope this is a house used to physical affection because he will not (and probably cannot) turn it off. Everyone gets hugs. Everyone.

Extra affectionate the whole night. He'll hold the MC's hand or arm or waist or really any part he can get away with. Kisses on the head and cheek aplenty. He may also lowkey butter up their parents with loads of compliments no matter what situation they're in.

If he's told to cool it on the touching though, he may get offended.

Is going to be better with teenage siblings than little, little ones. The man lives to give dating advice, fashion tips, or makeovers, you name it. Though he has to be careful to mention just human products and not some of the stuff he has back home.

Animal fur on his clothes? After he dressed himself so carefully?? No thanks. You can have your cute puppy or your little kitty. He'll take pictures, but he's probably not going pet much.

Beelzebub

Is honestly kind of honored by the suggestion. The MC is already a part of his family so it only seems natural to make him part of theirs. Though he has some reservations, mostly around his appetite...

He doesn't go up to the human world very much because it's really hard for him to stay fed. He's well-known enough in the Devildom that restaurants know what to expect when he walks in. Not so much up there.

Arrange the meeting around a state fair, festival, or carnival where the food is plentiful and he's golden. Hopefully their family won't be too disturbed by how bottomless his stomach is…

Beel is a sweetheart through and through but his lack of knowledge about how the human world, or humans in general, work might come back to bite him. He may need a little 101 about human manners before going.

Truthfully, their family is in for a real treat! This giant may look intimidating, but he's as gentle as they come. The kind of guy who will carry their grandmother’s bags with a smile on his face just for the sake of being helpful. 10/10 Sweetie, mother will approve.

Ooooh little kids are going to love Beel. He'll let their siblings hang off of him like a jungle gym. Will also play games with them if they want him to. Doesn't matter to him, their family is his family too and he wants to see them all happy.

Man wants dogs. Preferably big ones that he can rough-house with but little dogs he can cuddle work too. Do remind him that he can't just rip a whole-ass branch off a tree to play fetch like you could with Cerberus.

Belphegor

Really? You want that? Lol, okay but no promises. This is pretty much the equivalent of sticking two unlabeled chemicals together in a beaker and leaning in to see what happens. Who knows, but now you're stuck in the middle of it.

He's not going to try especially hard to make a good impression or change himself in any way. If their family is into people who are kind of chill and sarcastic then he'll get along swimmingly. If they were expecting more of a Satan type, yeah. No. He's not holding open any doors.

Won't be taking the whole thing all that seriously to be honest, like, what are a bunch of humans going to do if they don’t like him? Tell MC? They're certainly not going to be able to make him leave. He's humoring them at best, even if he's nice, so why bother fussing about it?

Might be a disrespectful little troll at times like pretending to fall asleep or making casual jokes like "Oh no, ma'am. I'm not all that comfortable with that cross over there because I'm a demon. …. Got ya, didn’t I? That'd be silly." *shit-eating grin*

Would appreciate a quiet, slightly introverted family the most. He's going to start getting annoyed if people in the house are too loud and may speed the whole thing along as a result.

Kids are things he'd rather avoid than have to interact with, but if pressed he will humor the little ones too. Don't expect him to do a whole lot of moving, though. If they're happy to just show him things that he can semi-pay attention to, that works for him.

MC has a pet? Is it fluffy? Is it lazy? Bring'em here. Like Beel, he likes big dogs but would rather just bury his face in fluff than try to wrestle it. He may actually fall asleep with them if they lay still enough for it.

[queen-yalo]

FFVII | Headcanons | Finding a stray kitten

Request:  Hi sweetie!! Can I get a scenario for Rufus, Rude, and Tseng where their s/o sneak in a stray kitten they found somewhere random on a rainy day, while the guys are away at work. And the kitty just gets really attached to the guys for some reason. After they accidentally find out about the kitty's existence of course ♥️ Lets face it though hiding a kitty is hard, especially if they are loud lol Enjoy your 3 week vacation by the way!!! [by Anon]

A/N: That three week vacation was in July. Look at me. Not writing stuff for months. Who even am I. :( Hope you enjoy! ♥

Pairing(s): Rude x reader; Rufus Shinra x reader; Tseng x reader 

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• Everything was perfect. You got the food, the litter box, the scratching post, catnip, a comfortable little bed... your tiny companion should absolutely feel at home. The only problem was... you had no idea how to tell Rude about the small addition to your household. You never talked about getting a pet because actually you never felt the need to. Yes, cats and dogs (or any animal for that matter) were cute, but you never thought about actually adopting one. Plus, how could you decide between those many animals that were looking for a forever home? 

• Well, in this case you didn’t have to decide. The kitten decided for you. You heard it crying in the rain, looked at its tiny and soaked frame... and just knew you had to take it home. It felt like it was meant to be. After a quick checkup at the vet you learned that “it” was actually a “he” and “he” was very healthy. Just wet and hungry... but that was something you could fix very easily. 

• Which got you into the situation you were in now. Sitting on the couch, the little kitten wrapped in a blanket while you were bottle-feeding it. You knew Rude was due to come home every minute now. And you had still no idea how to break the news to him. But as it turned out... you didn’t have to. The moment your heard the keys in the lock you jumped up, running to the door, ready to sweet talk Rude into letting you keep the kitten. You knew you had to choose your words very carefully. But as soon as you opened your mouth you were interrupted by a high pitched meow. 

• The little guy climbed down the couch and followed you into the hallway, running straight into Rude’s direction and climbing up his leg as soon as he reached him. Rude was dumbfounded. There was... something.... crawling up his leg. His first instinct was to kick it off, but when he heard another tiny meow, something inside him told him to freeze.

• At first he wasn't too happy that you just took a stray animal home. But when you told him the whole story and when he realized the little guy was glued to his side, his cold demeanor slowly melted away, making space for a very giddy and very entranced Rude. In mere hours Rude became not only very soft for the little rascal. He also suggested to get another one because "He can't stay home alone all day, can he?"

• "The fact that my hand is on her back means nothing." Rufus glared at you when you came into the living room, looking at him and the kitten on the couch in awe. You quickly left the room again as to not make the tension inside this apartment worse than it already was, ever since Rufus came home. You didn't even try to hide it. As soon as he stepped into the house you proudly showed him the little furball that you found outside.

• At first Rufus was livid. How dare you just pick up a stray animal and take it home - bring it into both your lives like it wasn't a 20-year-commitment? What were you thinking? He told you to get rid of it, which you refused to do. So after a pointless and unnecessary argument you agreed on finding it another loving home. Rufus was fine with that arrangement... or so he thought.

• Now as he was petting the little floofer, he wasn't too sure of that decision anymore. He hated to admit it, but she was tugging at his heart-strings - and he didn’t know if he liked it. He didn’t like it, when something or someone was able to break his cold and aloof facade. You were the first person that was able to do it and that was already more than enough, wasn’t it?! But now, this little fluffy kitten was using him as her personal resting place, as she clumsily climbed onto his lap, and he knew he was a goner - even though he didn’t like it.

• You were wise enough to not say anything when you saw him watching her sleeping on his lap, his eyes soft and full of adoration. It was a rare sight to see Rufus so calm and gentle. But you also knew, that Rufus didn’t like to be called out on that. So instead, you just decided to watch silently and smile to yourself. Of course Rufus noticed you staring. But he too didn’t say a thing. What was he supposed to say? Everything he could say was already known to you. He lost the fight. 

• "So...” You started after a few minutes. “Would you happen to know someone who wants to adopt a kitten or do I have to start the search from scratch?” You grinned slightly as Rufus glared at you from the couch, his hand still petting the kitten softly. “No, you don’t.” He mumbled quietly, laying the kitten onto his chest gently as he laid down. “You’ve won. She can stay.” 

• You were anxious. Saving and taking home a kitten was one thing. Telling Tseng another. He would freak out for sure. It wasn’t that he didn’t like animals, he did. Just not… inside the house. But that was exactly what was going on right now. You brought a kitten home without asking or telling him. And now as you were shopping for kitten-stuff you were trying to think of a way to tell Tseng. Yet, no matter how much you thought about it… nothing was coming. 

• Your heart stopped when you unlocked your door and realized you only had to turn the key once. Someone was already here. No, not someone. Tseng. You checked the time. He wasn’t due to come home for at least another two or three hours. You gulped. Maybe you were lucky and the kitten hid somewhere even Tseng couldn’t find it. 

• You weren't lucky. Tseng stood right behind the door, kitten in his head, glaring at you. “Care to explain?” He asked sternly. You bit your lip sheepishly and took the small kitten from him. “I found him in the slums... he was all alone, have some mercy.” You pleaded, cuddling the little fluffer. Tseng rolled his eyes. “I told you times and times before that I don’t want animals inside the house. What’s so hard to understand?!”

• You assured Tseng that it would only be for a little time, until you found another home for him. He agreed reluctantly. But he wasn’t really happy about it. You feared that the next few days would be the longest of your life. The atmosphere at home was more than tense. Until... something changed. You didn’t know how and you didn’t know when... but at one point the kitten purred his way into Tsengs heart. 

• He slept on Tseng’s chest at night. He climbed onto Tseng’s shoulder and stayed there whenever he could. At first, Tseng fought it... but withing a few days, he came to enjoy the attention. He even found himself actively bonding with him, playing with him, petting him... it was strange. He never thought that he would enjoy having a pet around. When you told him that you may have found a home for the little floofer, Tseng tensed up before saying the words you never thought you would hear: “No. He belongs to us.” 

[snuggetfish]

Awww chubby majima would be so cute! What if his spouse suggested him to get a large breed dog so that he would stay active? (Ps: that’s what i thought would happen when i bought my dog but he ended up being just as lazy as i am)

Ooh, I’ve seen many fanarts of Majima with a dog and they’re always so damn cute!!

Ok so we know that according to Dead Souls dialogue, he’s allegedly not into the idea of pets unless it’s an animal he “can get in a real tussle with.” 

But maybe that’s exactly how he gets talked into getting a big dog 👀 I can imagine his partner pitching the idea of a Great Dane, showing him pictures of this huge, imposing creature. And while Majima’s still grumbling, in his head he’s starting to picture their “play” fights. The sheer force one of its lunges could pack... probably enough to rival Saejima’s punches, he reckons.

Now although breed dogs are mostly sold as puppies, I think Majima lacks the patience to really cater to a young animal’s need, especially since he starts out being still a little skeptical of this whole pet idea. Thus I think adopting from a shelter, where plenty of adult dogs are sitting, abandoned and overlooked, would be more his thing. And also from an ethics perspective, well, the Mad Dog ain’t a rare breed himself... He knows sometimes it pays off to give a mutt a chance.

So the dog he chooses from there isn’t a “purebred” Great Dane, but he’s still the tallest one around and he’s staring back at Majima with nothing short of a “mean-looking mug”. Perfect? Yes indeed... perfect for couch snuggles 😌

Because Majima initially assumes the dog would be wary of him, much like Saejima’s cats are whenever he visits the office, he’s more than surprised to realize he actually ended up with a gentle giant and an absolute cuddlebug. The big boy takes an instant liking to his owner, following him around, jumping up to ask for food, love and attention, all at once, at every opportunity, even getting into competitions with his spouse.

Majima may have once thought he could tackle it for sport, but now he’s the one getting tackled, usually early in the morning when he’s still in bed, or after dinner when he’s just thinking of going for a stroll through Kamurocho to burn some of the calories off... And though a Great Dane is no kitty, it’ll still do what Majima dreads most: stick its but in his face.

Escaping from underneath 60 kg of lazy dog is exercise in and of itself, but as time passes, maybe, just maybe... Majima starts to give into the coziness as well. A few licks and a hefty dose of puppy dog eyes chip away at his heart and soon enough his spouse starts catching them curled up together on the couch, snoozing the afternoon away 💙 

But don’t worry, those evening walks still happen, only now they’re so much more relaxed. Majima’s no longer alone with his thoughts, his eye busy hunting down punks to beat up. Instead, he’s got a faithful companion, who’ll listen wordlessly and love unconditionally 😌💙

[doctenwho]

MASTERLIST

Hello! I thought I’d compile all the fics and reader-insert requests in one place so people don’t have to scroll through my whole blog to find the one they’re looking for! I try to avoid pronouns unless specifically requested, but female is usually default for my writing, so male!reader requests will be tagged for easy viewing!

Each fic will have a short(ish?) summary, but word count and any warnings will be at the top of each oneshot when opened since that was easier than tagging everything here (and shorter). 

Anywho! Happy reading :)

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Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Not a Cat Person - Reader makes herself a new cat friend, and has to convince a certain alien, who really does not like cats, to let her new friend stay aboard the TARDIS with them. Good thing Ten has a soft spot for his companions.

A Name for Kitty (NACP-pt2) - After succeeding in convincing the Doctor to keep the cat, the two must decide on a name for the poor little guy. Too bad Time-Lords and Humans have such different taste in names.

Lured Desire - In a reality where your desires lure you in and give you what you deeply crave, the Doctor must turn away from his own perfect world, and encourge his companion to do the same, as much as it hurts him.

Sad Truths - When reader gets taken and injected with a truth serum in a place the Dctor brought her too, the man must accept that maybe the reader isn’t really who he’d thought she is, and that maybe the two of them aren’t as different as he’d thought.

Ten’s Proposal - Ten’s been sitting on his utter adoration for reader for ages, and he’s finally decided to do something about it. It’s been a long, long time since he’d even thought of proposing to anyone, but he can’t bear having you as just his companion any longer.

Parental Demeaning - Reader’s parents aren’t quite as nice and loving as they should be, but reader, nor her parents really see that. Thankfully the Doctor is really a man of observation, and well, a bit protective of his companion. 

Exhilarating - The Doctor really should learn the appropriate times to be kissing his companion-- and that’s certainly not when there’s a huge beast stood a few feet behind from them. 

Purest Expression - In a world where art and creativity is celebrated, the Doctor and his companion are pressured into taking the stage for a tradition among the planet. What are the two to do when they’re to sing a song that perfectly, and honestly, describes the other from their point of view? Sing the song!

Should Be Me - When a trip to a well known bar in the galaxy takes a flirty turn (a Jack Harkness turn), the Doctor has to finally own up and admit to his feelings about the reader. If only it hadn’t taken Jack’s flirtations with his companion for the Doctor to come clean.

Ten’s First (real) Halloween - Reader has decieded that she and the Doctor are going to do matching Halloween costumes this year. The only problem is the Doctor refuses to play along, since the last Halloween he’d been too (the first Halloween) he hadn’t liked it. Thankfully he’s got a soft spot for her... so, Halloween parties and Trick-or-Treating commense!

Woes of Infetility - The Doctor and the Reader have being trying to have a baby for a little over a year with no luck. Maybe it’s time to accept the fact that... maybe that’s just not withing arms reach?

The Man Who Should be Dead (Male!Reader) - The Doctor stumbles across a very human companion on a planet that is very much not earth. Of course he takes the straggler space explorer along with him, because he’s not going to leave him. When danger strikes, the Doctor has only one question: How on earth did his very human Reader survive that? 

Icy Surprise - The Doctor takes his companion for a nice, calming evening ice skating. Only, instead of an ice rink, or frozen body of water somewhere, he takes her to skate on Saturn’s rings. Icey shinanigans ensue.

A Night With the Stars - When Reader gets distracted looking out at the stars from the TARDIS doors one evening, the Doctor doesn’t want to pull her away. Luckily he’s got a plan so she eats dinner, and doesn’t have to leave the view. 

Moonlight Getaway - After a few days of utter intensity with the Doctor, Reader is exhausted. Luckily, the Doctor decides to surprise his companion with a bit of a getaway from their usual escapades. Lots of laughter and dancing ensue. 

Talk Me Down - When the Doctor makes a rash decision to split up on an unknown plant, (Y/N) panics and finds herself trapped in an anxiety attack. There’s little for the Doctor to do when he finally finds her, well, besides giving her comfort and support and helping her through the attack.

Gestures and Evasion - The Doctor has been trying for years to win over his companion, but no matter how hard he tries, it never seems to work. Why does (Y/N)’s lack of interest and blatant evasion hurt him as much as it does?

Man (and TARDIS)’s Best Friend - Reader has been sneaking dogs in need into the TARDIS without the Doctor knowing. (Y/N) really didn’t mean for it to get out of hand, but well, the TARDIS has been helping out, and clearly has a soft spot of the canines.

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Alec Hardy (Broadchurch)

Alec’s Emergency Contact (Male!Reader) - When hurt on the job, hospital staff call the first number on Alec Hardy’s emergency contact list. Too bad he’d be in the dog house when his boyfriend arrives in Broadchurch to give him a piece of his mind (as well as affection). Ellie Miller is just living for her boss being told off, and she can’t deny she’s not incredibly happy to see someone loving her boss like the man deserves.

Hardy’s Cure for Sadness - Some days you’re just blah. For no reason other than just feeling blah. When a blah spell strikes you at work, it’s Alec Hardy who happens to notice when no one else does. And it’s Alec Hardy who tries to turn your mood around.

A Dinner In (H’sCFS Pt. 2) - As a thank you of sorts after Hardy being so kind, Reader invites the Detective Inspector to her place for a home cooked meal in. Reader can’t help but wish they were something more than friends. A romantic evening ensues.

Awkardly Perfect - Reader is used to being the grump of Broadchurch-- well, that is until Alec Hardy makes his way into town and gives her a run for her money. The two of you hit it off easily, and honestly, you really don’t see why everyone else is so weary of the Detective Inspector. Also, why can’t the townspeople leave the two of you alone?

Happiness is Homemade - Alec and Reader welcome their new baby into the world with lots of sweet words and cuddling. Alec can only remember being this happy one other time, and it was about fifteen years prior, when he welcomed his little girl into the world.

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Zebediah Kilgrave (Jessica Jones)

Not Always a Bad Guy - Kilgrave knows he’s not exactly a good guy. Jessica made that very clear towards (and he supposes throughout) their relationship. So... why has Reader been so nice to him? And what’s up with that iPad she’s always drawing on but won’t ever let him see?

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I probably won’t have the time to update this with each new fic, but I will every few! Just wanted to get a head start on orginizing this so people son’t have to scroll through everything to find the fic they’re looking for!

Hope eveyone’s having a good day/night, or whenever this finds you!

[li-karina]

The Girl in the Bakery (Part 1)

It was another one of those days where Adrien Agreste just wanted to be someone else. Even with the glamorous lifestyle that came with his last name, there wasn’t anything that could outweigh Adrien’s craving of freedom. His entire life had been presented to him on a silver platter, except for the fateful day he received a black and red box. With Chat Noir, his superhero alter-ego, nothing stood in the way of being able to go wherever he wanted.

Maybe with the exception of Ladybug—not that he minded the hold that his partner-in-crime had on him. It was hard not to follow Ladybug anywhere she went, as her confident energy and natural leadership made her addicting to be around. 

She truly was the perfect woman in Adrien’s eyes. Beautiful, courageous, selfless, determined, yet stubborn, strict, and utterly irresistible. Ladybug was also a good kisser, not that Adrien would remember. The heroine in red had completely captured the heart of Paris, as well as her second in command. 

Rarely had Adrien been let out of the prison he called his home; however, with the powers of his miraculous, it was easy for him to escape out his window and into the world. He didn’t enjoy having to transform anytime he wanted fresh air, but it was the only way he wasn’t followed by his bodyguard or his father’s assistant, Nathalie. All he had to do was leave the record player on, echoing out the sound of Chopin or Beethoven, and he would get away with a few hours of free time. 

Usually, once Chat Noir’s feet hit the concrete of a deserted alleyway, he would turn back into Adrien and carry on his merry way--maybe take a walk through the park, get some ice cream, and avoid paparazzi as much as he could. But on this particular day, his leather suited counterpart seemed more appealing. Perhaps he was hoping to catch Ladybug on a daytime patrol or wanted to scale the Eiffel Tower, but something about staying Chat Noir just felt right.

He launched himself from roof to roof, occasionally waving at those who spotted him. His black ensemble made it harder for him to be seen due to the sky growing dark, but his green eyes and small yelps of joy made it very obvious to citizens which hero was out. Perched on the Louvre, Chat Noir hummed softly to himself. “Little kitty on the roof, all alone without his lady…”

“Chaton?” a voice spoke, ringing into the air with a sweet tone. Chat’s eyes darted up, settling on the blue eyed beauty standing behind him. A genuine grin stretched across his face, before replacing it with a smirk. Standing up quickly, Chat’s hand engulfed Ladybug’s and he pressed his lips to her knuckles in a playful kiss.

“Good evening Bugaboo,” Chat said, bowing slightly in a joking manner. “Nice of you to join me on this beautiful night.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes before taking a seat and gesturing for Chat to sit back down next to her. “It’s nice to see you too, kitty. But I can’t stay for long.”

Chat Noir’s smile fell before plopping himself next to his lady and clearing his throat. “Are you busy tonight?” he asked, realizing the disappointment in his voice. “Not that I can’t handle patrol by myself! And if there’s something you need to do, you can totally go do that.”

A light-hearted giggled escaped Ladybug’s mouth. “As much as I appreciate your concern, you know I can’t tell you to pro-”

“-tect our identities. I know. But you know that I care about you even without the mask. Whoever’s behind there, I still lo-” he cut himself off. “All I’m trying to say is that it’s not the end of the world if I know one detail about you. The real you.”

Ladybug stared at Chat for a few silent seconds, her lips pressed together in contemplation. She sighed, choosing her words carefully. Even though she knew it was a bad idea, something about his tone made her give in. “You know the bakery over on 12 Rue Gotlib?”

Chat nodded. His mom used to love their stuff. It was a rare treat he received, usually after more draining photoshoots, coming home to a box of chocolate croissants from Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. After his mother’s passing, he hadn’t even thought of the small business. A sudden craving for sweets came over him.

“Well, sometimes I help out over there. I’m not an employee or anything, but the owners let me take care of the smaller tasks. Like delivering cakes or working the register,” she said, her voice turning less professional and more care-free. A soft expression blossomed on her face, making Chat’s heart melt. 

Finally. He knew something about the woman he was so helplessly in love with. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. It was enough. Chat smiled. “Thank you for telling me. You can go if you need. I can handle it if Mr.Pigeon gets akumatized again.”

Ladybug laughed. He loved her laugh. “See you later kitty! Bug out!” And then she was gone.

Chat found himself staring after her with a lovesick smile. “Bye m’lady.” 

Clearing his throat, Chat turned around and once again started jumping from roof to roof. Landing on top of his own manor, he was about to swing back into his room, but a sudden hunger stopped him. He knew Nathalie would call him to supper soon, but if he was going to end up eating alone, he was at least going to eat something he wanted. 

Not that he disliked the meals provided to him by his chef, but the diets and cleanses got a little overwhelming at times. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the taste of a certain flaky, delicious pastry. 

Before he could even process what he was doing, Chat felt himself making his way to 12 Rue Gotlib. Staring at the lit up windows and catching a whiff of the sweet aroma, he suddenly dropped down and was standing in front of the cute building. Peeking inside through the glass door, Chat caught a glimpse of a girl sitting at the counter, idly doodling in a notebook. 

Something about her--her eyes, her dreamy intensity she had aimed at whatever she was drawing, or the way she looked like she needed someone to talk to-- drew him in. Chat’s breath got caught in his throat as she glanced up, causing him to dart into the dark shadows beside the building. He thought for a moment.

“Plagg, claws in.”

The small kwami that was just in his ring shot out. “Adrien? What are you doing?” 

“I just wanted to go in for something to eat. I promise I’ll be quick,” Adrien entreated, looking at his supernatural friend with pleading eyes.

Plagg sighed. “Fine. But once we get home, I want cheese,” he said before going to hide in Adrien’s overshirt.

Adrien took a deep breath and smiled--and in he went. 

The girl in the bakery looked up from her notebook, immediately closing the book in front of her and smiling politely. “Hi! How can I help you?” Her voice was as sweet as the atmosphere around them. The way her eyes sparkled made it impossible to look away. She was gorgeous.

Adrien smiled back at her, taking extra careful steps. She looked so delicate that the blond couldn’t help but put extra effort into being as gentle with every movement. “Hello,” he finally said. His tone was soft, and made his voice sound more silky.

Adrien’s eyes wandered around the small bakery, everything looking delectable. His mouth watered with every new item he noticed.Then he saw the chocolate croissants. His finger pressed against the glass directly in front of them. “Two please.”

The girl nodded. She grabbed a box and a bag and began packing Adrien’s order. Meanwhile, Adrien racked his brain trying to think of something to say. But before he could even come up with a coherent thought, the girl was already handing him the bag. “It’s on me. You look like you’ve had a rough day. I hope it gets better.”

Adrien stared wordlessly at her. “Oh, thank you. I just haven’t been here in years, so it’s a little strange being back.”

The girl hummed in response before speaking. “Why’d you stop coming?”

“My mom died.”

Adrien mentally slapped himself in the face. The slightly taken back expression on the girl made him feel even worse.

But then she returned to the kind smile she had before. “I’m sorry for your loss. Feel free to come in anytime, okay? I’ll have a warm croissant ready for you every time.”

He stared at her. “I...never got your name.”

“Marinette. Yours?” She looked back at him expectedly.

“Adrien. Adrien Agreste,” he replied a smile finally painting itself back on his face. 

“Adrien? Like from that one ad?” she asked, giggling.

Adrien laughed along with her. “Yeah, exactly like the one from the ad.”

Then a woman walked in from the other room, looking like an older version of Marinette. Probably her mother, Adrien thought.

“Well, it was nice to meet you Adrien. Hopefully I’ll see you again, goodnight.” Marinette waved, before disappearing behind the wall guarding what seemed to be the kitchen. Adrien waved back, not that she could see him do so. Without another word, Adrien left.

He walked back to his home while the sun set behind him. Plagg floated alongside his companion with a knowing smile. He knew who Adrien just met, and it killed Plag that he couldn’t tell anyone.

 It was maybe 7 P.M. and Adrien knew someone would probably check on him soon. The bag of boxed croissants hung around his wrist, tempting him to eat one right there. But he waited.

“Plagg, claws out.” 

The small black cat had a look of dread before he was sucked back into the silver ring. Once Adrien was back as Chat noir, he jumped to his room just in time to hear a knock on his bedroom door. “Adrien? Time for dinner.”

“I’ll be right out!” he yelled before transforming back and heaving out a held breath. The croissants were set on his desk and he readjusted himself. Plagg flew out, his intentioned set on the mini-fridge filled with camembert.

Well he’s all set, Adrien thought as he opened his door and started downstairs. His thoughts were filled with celebrations. Today was a good day.

(Quick Author’s Note: Hi! Okay, this took me hours to write but I think I;m okay with it. Sorry for no Marichat in this part, but I wanted to set up a relationship between Marinette and Adrien first so he has a reason to visit her in the first place. Hope you enjoyed!)

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Chapter 3 is finally here. Sorcerers need their shopping done, too. Beyonce/Wong platonic ship (joking)! And finally some action, more witchy stuff. Bucky whump because I have a saviour complex. Stucky cuteness moment. Some blood/gore in this chapter.

My insides clenched, seeing the yellow and blue notice taped to my door - the building manager rarely left notes, so whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good. I had managed to wind myself up into an anxious frenzy by the time I had gone inside and locked my door behind me, immediately thinking I would have to exhaust myself by turning to magic to keep a roof over my head.

For once, the news turned out to be positive: a neighbor was being evicted and turned in to the police for stealing packages. The building manager urged the tenants to report any missing items and apply for a refund when possible, apologizing for the inconvenience. I wondered what prompted this, basically unheard of in NYC, act of kindness as my altar stared at me with mocking amusement, pointing out the obvious by its mere presence.

Grinning to myself, I texted Odette - predictably, she was happy for me, happy that my protection spell had turned out strong and steady, and added a few tips of her own for my spell to stay that way. It felt like I'd grown invisible wings, those days, with all the possibilities open - and never once did I let myself entertain a thought of getting back at an enemy of the past for longer than five seconds.

Sure, it was perfectly human to consider making the cheating ex go bankrupt or make sure the college professor, that failed a couple of students each semester as a 'reality check', trips and face-plants at least once a day... I mean, who wouldn't experience a malicious sort of joy from petty revenge?

But I found my powers were best applied with a positive result in mind. My friend's cat was the first test rat- I mean, living creature I had practiced my healing spells on. The eleven year old kitty was struggling and both me and my friend loved the critter dearly - so the short, but tiring spell I performed yielded exactly the results I was expecting. Odette said something about genuine love backing up the magic, and- well, Dumbledore much?

On humans, it turned out, it wasn't nearly as simple. I didn't know what I had expected would happen after performing nothing short of a whole improv-performace type of ritual right in front of my very puzzled but hopeful friend with chronic asthma, but it wasn't the sheer exhaustion that ran bone-deep and left me bedridden for a whole day.

Odette visited my dingy apartment with her signature enormous purse full of vials she spoon-fed me and trinkets she strategically placed in and around my immediate sleeping area. "There, there," the woman patted my head as I pitifully moaned at the ear-splitting headache. "The first one is always the most challenging. After all, if it would be easy, everyone would do it."

I understood that. But at the same time, it felt unfair that no good deed went unpunished. I told Odette so, raising my voice to the best of my ability as she rummaged around my kitchen.

"Nothing in this world comes out of thin air, whatever you decide to give has to be taken from somewhere," she explained patiently. "People like us are considered hedge witches. We do solitary work and draw most of our energy from the Earth, from mother Nature. We cannot perform miracles, however, the cost of our spells are very low," I felt an immediate peak of interest at the simple yet effective explaination she gave me. "We remain mostly human. Gaia* is kind and generous to the ones who pay respect," Odette continued over the clatter of pans and pots. "There are other kinds of witches - who take from other people, who take from the dead. But taking something by force always leaves scars and taking something from the dead means bringing a piece of them back to places it should not be."

I pondered the words as Odette brought the kettle to a boil, the whistling shriek piercing through my skull like a sharp projectile. "What about Voodoo practitioners?" I couldn't hold back my curiosity.

Odette cleared her throat. "What is left of them is mostly not human. Their gifts are great but the costs are greater. They can live far, far longer than the average witch but their souls will know no peace, just like the souls of the dead they anchor to themselves over time," Odette entered the room with a bowl of tangy, creamy liquid that smelled like pumpkin soup. "We do not bestow any judgement upon our brothers and sisters but it is our duty to inform the young." She cast a pointed glance towards me, passing me the soup and a wooden spoon I didn't know I had. "This should help you recover. Take tomorrow off if needs be."

She left shortly afterwards and I hadn't much strength than to use the bathroom, wash the rune-engraved spoon and curl up in my bed, only waking up when the meager light shone over my face from the window. Sleepy and fog-tinted, the early morning NYC was damp and windy as I stuck my head out of the window to soak my sleep-heated head in the cool air.

As uneventful as the day at the café was, I still wasn't up to 100% energy-wise, but the long walk from Jeremy's to Odette's was pleasantly invigorating. I didn't find the cold autumn moisture displeasing; the small raindrops kept me awake and alert. Odette nodded in muted pleasure as I clocked in and returned the special spoon back to her. The runes on it were interesting; I had taken a picture of them for research purposes, fully intending to craft myself something similar.

"Odette has taken on an apprentice," Wong's voice had me take in several deep breaths in preparation for the inevitable fuck-fest on my patience. "She has been avoiding me. And the girl is painfully slow."

I didn't hear the answer of Wong's companion over the rustling of the boxes I was hastily shoving in their places before the Asian man's temper grew foul. More foul. Ugh. The sharp ding of the bell had me yelling a, "Just a second please, I'll be right with you," while trying to keep my tone polite.

Wong's sour face and a list of items required greeted me as I flew out of the backrooms, noticing the locked doors of Odette's office on my way out. Wong's companion stood at the far end of the store - his robes quite different from the ones I'd seen people of their kind wear, his lithe, tall figure seeming strangely familiar. I squinted my eyes at his back. "Is this all you need?" I waved the list around, increasing the volume of my voice.

The tall man turned around and I could only gape. He, in turn, also froze, the stern, unfriendly expression losing heat and giving way to perplexed wonder. "I had placed an order, for sorcerer Strange," Tony's boyfriend eyed me somewhat sheepishly under Wong's concerned gaze.

I nodded, eyeing Wong in turn, letting satisfaction nestle a warm ball in my chest. Stephen's look of displeasure had turned onto his... Colleague. By the time I finished retrieving Strange's order and packing up the items on Wong's list, the Asian man had left, leaving Stephen to sheepishly pretend to examine the books on the furthest shelf. I waved the paper bags as he took long strides towards me, his fancy, large necklace glimmering under the lights.

"So, how long have you been working here?" Sorcerer Strange asked after I told him the total.

The cash register beeped loudly, coins clattering on the desk as I counted out his change. "Some time now," I shrugged noncommittally. I felt his magnetic eyes gloss over my adornments, the star necklace, the various rings; I could practically feel him coming to his own conclusions. "Long enough for your colleague to get an attitude with me," I had to make sure he knew I would be taking no bullshit from him - or anyone else, for that matter. Odette's opinion on his kind was firm and I was heavily inclined to agree.

"Hmm, I see," Strange was equally as keen on hiding his curiosity. It was a funny thing, really, that we, being adults that we were, treated this encounter like some sort of a dirty secret. "Don't take it personally. Wong is like that with everyone," The man briefly scratched his beard with a gloved hand before pocketing his change and picking up the bags. "Except Beyoncè, maybe," the wink he threw me was positively mischievous as it caught me off-guard, giving him a fox-like appearance.

I sighed as the door shut behind him. Pretty white boys - the ultimate human disasters.

I had no time to dwell on them, however, as something - or someone, hit downtown with all the malicious intentions to wreak havoc on the innocent civilians calmly going about their day. Mutants and people who knew Odette came in hordes, scrapes and bruises and strange wounds that required imminent healing.

My boss was no rookie, she dutifully accepted each and every single soul, looking worse for wear with each minute. Not being able to withstand seeing her drain herself, I simply took over the simplest tasks - and she said nothing, just gave me a nod, instructed to use whatever I needed and write it down somewhere along with the name of the person who required the healing.

As the battle raged, the crowds thinned but the ones who managed to come to Odette's spouted more serious wounds, obviously a result of them fighting back. Mutants covered head to toe with coats and hats and robes, for me to swallow my shock when they undressed - horns, tails and weird skin textures were on the far end of the normal. I dutifully extracted small pieces of information from each and every person I treated.

Yes, the Avengers were winning. No, there aren't many people hurt, most of the damage is cosmetic. Yes, the villain of the week is as stupid as usual. It was like a mantra. Odette poked her head into the spare room every now and then, her eagle eyes briefly scanning over me to make sure I wasn't exterting myself.

As I applied the healing salve to a tiny, pink-skinned woman, bandaging up her hands, my boss entered and closed the door behind her, setting down on the creaky chair with a loud thud. "Just got the news, the Avengers apprehended the terrorist," she sighed long and slow. "We've done all we could, the next few days I'll be handling house calls so you'll be here on your own. I'll probably see you in a few days, don't hesitate to give me a call if something comes up," Odette seemed to be barely standing up, yet when she tore off a few pieces of her jewelry and chucked them into a big tin can under the sink, the glossy sheen in her eyes melted away.

"Okay," I mumbled under the watchful eyes of the mutant woman. "Will there be more people coming in today?"

"No," the woman in front of me snorted. "SHIELD is prowling the streets. They are not fond of us, they always say we intervene unnecessarily even though we willingly do their dirty work so our children could be safe," the bitter, harsh tone took me off-guard.

I had to admit, there was reason behind her words. "Will you be able to get home safely? I have a puffy coat and a hat you can borrow." Figuring an expensive taxi ride would be a better alternative to something terrible happening to the woman, I offered her my winter clothes.

She smiled at me, razor blade teeth and large, red eyes the kindest I'd ever seen on a person. In the end, she took the clothes, promising to bring them back in a few days and Odette gave me a parka that was too small for her frame - despite it smelling like someone's grandma's attic, I found it to be quite lovely vintage. The puffy knitted scarf she added felt like warmth and safety - she had to have knitted it herself, for I knew, handmade items carried a significant amount of energy in them.

The shop was eerily quiet as I cleaned and scrubbed the stained, dirty floors and disposed of the bloody clothes and bandages in the tiny, odd fireplace in Odette's office - that was a thing most peculiar, it burned everything I put in it, but had no chimney, no place for the smoke to exit. Magic.

Something banged loudly against the entrance door. I let out a startled shriek, broomstick falling out of my hand and adding to the sudden cacophony of noise as the figure behind the stained glass slowly slid down the door, a deep, male voice groaning something incomprehensible loud enough for me to hear.

Grabbing a large serrated knife we used for mincing the bones of small animals, I made quiet steps towards the door, seeing a large, obviously humanoid figure helplessly lean on the door. The man's arm glinted chrome black and gunmetal grey in the low light. "Sargent Barnes? Bucky?" I whisper-shouted, carefully plying open the door.

He lifted his head, blood dripping down from it, his face looked like someone went to town on it with a meat mullet, his eyes were unfocused and couldn't keep a straight line. His flesh arm leaned heavily on the door frame, the prosthetic hanging limply, dragging his whole body to its side. It must've weigh a ton.

"Я должен найти капитана Роджерса," he whispered.

I didn't understand Russian at all but I could make out the name of his boyfriend. Which made sense. Bucky looked severely concussed - I idly wondered what exactly they had been fighting, what could have given a freaking super-soldier such a brain-leaking injury. "Sargent Barnes, follow me," I put on my big girl shoes and used my momma bear voice, towing the man behind me.

He, too, weighed a ton, as I stumbled, helping him into the chair in the spare room that became my healing station for today. The longer I looked at Bucky, the less lucid he grew, eyes falling shut as he murmured something in jagged Russian, slurring his words.

There was no time to think about the consequences of exposure of my witchcraft; mortar and pestle, herbs and salves flying everywhere, I assembled a healing spell and memorized the according ritual in what felt like record time. He was bleeding all over the chair, fresh crimson blood pouring out of his nose and mouth and it was all I could see.

I hadn't known true terror until the blood that poured out turned black. Whatever it was in him, it was poisonous - my protection charms grew hot, scalding as they left marks on my skin; powering through the pain and unable to turn my eyes off the convulsing Barnes, I finished the chant just as the flow of vile, tar-like liquid suddenly ceased. It pooled around his feet, dripped down the armrests and matted his long hair. It reeked, too, of copper and putrid meat.

Bucky had passed out somewhere mid-spell, the slow, steady breathing bringing me my own sense of calm. To say that I was drained would be an understatement - my vision swam and my world spun on it's axis as I unlocked Odette's office to messily rummage through a cabinet for the emergency tonic I knew she kept there. I chugged the vial, an avalanche of almost anxious, jittery energy hit me like a freight train - exactly what I needed.

I bought myself a couple hours of time. Cleaning up the sludge around Bucky's feet and removing the outer parts of his gear was easy as he remained as relaxed as a cooked spaghetti noodle. The amount of weapons he had on him was impressive, but those weren't what I was looking for - his phone. It was dead, so I plugged it in, waiting for the 5% to show and bringing it to his fingertips, hoping he used the print recognition instead of the password option... And I lucked out.

"Hello, this is Star, I found a Bucky. Tell Dr. Strange to come get him, he knows where I am." I texted the "Stevie ❤️" contact, my inner fangirl self squealing at the dorky name of his boyfriend's contact in Bucky's phone. Shortly afterwards, I went ahead and snapped a picture of myself next to sleeping Bucky, figuring out some actual proof wouldn't do any harm in this bizarre situation.

The answer didn't let me wait long. "10 minutes" came the first text, and shortly afterwards - "Is Bucky okay??????". I had to snort at the amount of question marks before honestly replying "He will be ☺️" and putting the phone back in Bucky's pocket. I cleaned up and attempted to lift Bucky up, succeeding in waking him up into a half-lucid state, probably courtesy of decades of training and whatnot, to at least drag him to the front of the store. I wasn't particularly comfortable with strangers seeing the backrooms.

Bucky leaned with his back against the counter, ass flat on the floor and a towel with a cold compress pressed to his head when the doors all but flew open, revealing Captain Rogers, still in uniform and Stephen Strange, arguing with his boyfriend, both still suited up and bloody and grimy.

"Uhh," I blinked owlishly, causing the men to stop bickering and stare first at me, then at Bucky. "I think he hit his head," I offered weakly, backing up slightly at the amount of burning eyes staring at me.

"Shortcake, that you?" Tony's eyebrows rose as he surveyed the bodega, the items on the shelves, the black and red blood stains on my previously pristine, yellow shirt.

"Now is not the time, Tony. Go with Rogers, make sure the medical is prepared for Barnes and disable his arm," Strange barked out authoritatively, shooting me a puzzled but compassionate look. "The portal is open. I'll talk to Star, find out what happened." He advanced towards me as Captain picked up Bucky bridal-style as tenderly as he could while making sure the compress stayed on.

"Keep that tone fo the bedroom," Tony's voice was more than displeased as he shot me and Strange a hurt look, but followed Steve into the golden circle right outside the door before it sparked shut.

"Now, now, what happened here?" The sorcerer's voice lowered into a soothing drawl as I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. My shoulders sagged, fingers twitching with anxious energy. The man extended a gloved hand, briefly squeezing my shoulder. "It's alright, take your time."

Damn, did I look that bad?

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Welcome to Faerieland (Fan Fic) - Chapter 9 - The house in the hollow hill

This is Chapter 9 of “Welcome to Faerieland”, a sequel to my Kitty Fan Fic "To never being parted" although it can be read as a standalone story.

AO3 Link to the full story here.

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“Livvy? Livvy, is that you? I should have guessed I would be the first one to join you.”

The girl - the one he had met in the weapons room, the one from the drawing - shivered in his arms. Ash tightened his embrace, shielding her as best as he could from the chill and the wind as they soared through the night sky. He flapped his wings harder and winced. It felt as though a thousand needles were piercing through them, but he couldn’t slow his pace. He needed to get her to safety and tend to her wounds. She didn’t have much time, the demon poison was spreading through the long gash in her leg. Already, she was hallucinating.

“Livvy.” She sighed and smiled. Her eyes were half-open, but they were blank as stones. “I have so much to tell you.”

Ash could now see a familiar landscape stretching ahead of them, up to the white sea cliffs and the hollow hill in which the golden cage he called home stood. It was risky to bring her there. Save for the usual cleaning and kitchen staff sworn to secrecy, there had never been anyone but him, J, and very occasionally his mother in this house since they had moved in three years ago. But he needed the potion to draw out the poison in her system.

“I am… I am not Livvy,” he whispered back.

She blinked but her blue-green eyes remained unfocused, their pupils fully dilated. Her gaze set upon his wings.

“Are you an angel?”

Ash swallowed the lump in his throat.

“If I were, it would be the fallen kind,” he replied grimly.

Her eyelids were heavy now. She was mumbling something but it no longer made sense. Just as he thought she would pass out again, she jolted back to consciousness. She was suddenly staring into his eyes, a look of recognition flashing across her face.

“Clary?” She said, startling him, before she blacked out, her body once again limp in his arms.

****

When Dru came to, she registered dimly that she was no longer flying but half lying, half sitting on a mattress - much softer than what she was used to at the Academy or even at the Institutes - and propped up against plush cushions. There was a funny taste in her mouth and she idly remembered having been forced to swallow a liquid. She no longer felt cold, and she realized that a silk blanket had been pulled over her.

Was that what the afterlife was about? An everlasting sleep in a comfortable bed? What a letdown.

When she blinked her eyes open, she was greeted by a beautiful sight. Her faerie prince was staring at her with his grass-green eyes, a lock of his tousled fair hair falling across his outrageously handsome face. He brushed it away with an impatient gesture, tucking it behind one of his pointy ears, and she noticed that his refined velvety clothes had been replaced by a plain long-sleeved black shirt.

“You,” she breathed. She narrowed her eyes. “I knew it! I knew you were too hot to be real!”

“Er- What?” His lips parted. He looked utterly dumbfounded.

Dru’s hands shot up and she started pinching his sharp cheekbones.

“What- what are you doing?” He tried to articulate, but she made it somewhat difficult, as she was squeezing his face and kneading his cheeks.

She could not help it. She giggled.

“Look at you. You are so… perfect. This is ridiculous.”

One of his blond eyebrows raised.

“So that’s the part where we kiss and there are fireworks and romantic music playing in the background?” Dru pursued.

She grabbed him by the collar, drawing him closer and his breath hitched. When their lips were so close they were almost touching… he turned his head away in a swift motion. She was left staring at his jawline - again, she marvelled at its sharpness - and noticed a wide X-shaped scar on his neck that had been hidden by his collar when she had first dreamt of him.

“What is it? I am not your type?” She said jokingly. Maybe her fantasies involved a bit of resistance to make things more fun.

He slowly turned to face her again. There was no trace of humour in his expression. His gaze was intense and serious.

“Not my type? On the contrary. You are exactly my type. You defined it, actually.” The sharpness and bitterness of his tone startled her. She swallowed.

“Then... why won’t you kiss me?”

“Because I don’t kiss girls who are under the influence of alcohol, drugs or - in this instance - demon poison.”

He started standing, but she grabbed him by the arm and almost cried out at the sudden throb in her right leg. She blinked and noticed for the first time that she had a long gash across her limb. The bleeding had stopped but it still looked awful. Several Iratzes had been drawn on her skin, near the wound. She remembered the searing pain she had felt as the demon’s claw had ripped across her flesh… It all came back to her then. The battle. Ty. Kit. Jaime.

“We need to go back! My brother and friends are still out there on the battlefield!” She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Raziel, how long have I been out?”

The faerie lifted his hands hesitantly to rest them awkwardly on her shoulders. He stroked lightly in a reassuring gesture, as his green eyes bore into her.

“The battle is over. King Kieran’s knights and the Wild Hunt swooped in, right after you were injured, and saved the day.”

She exhaled a sigh of relief as she fell back on the soft cushions. She felt dizzy.

“They are all alright.” A dark veil seemed to have covered her eyes. “I can’t-” I can’t see.

“Shhh. Stop talking. Spare your strength. Get some rest.”

It was suddenly all dark. An unbidden image came to her... black wings smeared with blood flapping furiously against the cold wind...

“You carried me… Your wings… you are hurt,” she said, before she fell back into unconsciousness.

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Dru woke to a soft breeze tickling her skin. She immediately sat up, wincing at the pain in her right leg, and took in her surroundings.

She was in a vast high-ceilinged bedroom, illuminated by a soft light that spoke of dawn. The windows were equally huge, framed by velvet curtains.

Bookshelves were covering almost every inch of wall, and though they were entirely filled with books, there did not seem to be enough space for all of them.

More books were stacked in piles, others scattered haphazardly across the floor.

A latest generation laptop was resting on a large mahogany desk in the corner, as well as several tablets - what was the point of having so many? Dru wondered - video game consoles and controllers, a huge sound speaker in the shape of a silver skull and… more books.

The room harbored several collections of various items, weapons mainly, but also figures from comic books and fantasy novels. A real size shiny C-3PO seemed to serve as a valet stand, a black leather jacket comically wrapped around its shoulders.

The contrast was odd, as if an enthusiastic teenager had decided to set up his headquarters in the ballroom of a palace.

A pillow and a crumpled white blanket had been spread on the floor, next to the bed. They were tainted with smears of blood that could be traced on the thick carpet toward a half-open wooden door. Artificial light was pouring through the gap.

With strenuous efforts, Dru whirled her legs out of the bed. She blushed as she realized she was no longer wearing her dress - which had been torn and covered in ichor anyway - but in a plain black shirt. On her, it was long enough that it covered her thighs. She tried not to think too much about who must have dressed her and picked a long staff made of oak wood, probably a rokushakubō, that was resting against the wall. She used the weapon as a walking stick as she limped across the bedroom, looking out the windows as she passed them. All she could see in the dim light were large stretches of green grass. She was still in Faerie, she knew that much at least.

When she reached the half-open door, she peered around and... gasped.

It was a bathroom, much bigger than her own bedroom at the Academy, and to say it was luxurious would be an understatement. Everything was built in the most precious and refined material, even the taps looked like they were shaped from gold. The blond fey was seated at the edge of a huge circular bathtub with his back to her, only wearing boxer shorts. His pale skin was covered in Marks, some freshly inked, others faded, as well as battle scars. He was clutching large cotton pads and seemed to be struggling to clean the wounds on his black wings. Vials filled with different colours of liquid were scattered all over the marble floor as well as boxes of dried herbs. He whipped his head at the sound she made.

“I- I am sorry,” she said, feeling her cheeks flush at his nakedness.

“Sorry for what?” He replied, in his euphonious voice.

“I didn’t know you were…” She replied, waving her hand at him.

“Didn’t know I was what?” He looked puzzled.

“Naked!” She rolled her eyes.

He just stared at her for a few seconds before he let out a short back of laughter.

“I don’t mind,” he finally said and went back to tending his wounds.

Dru swallowed.

“Let me help you with that,” she said, as she slowly crossed the distance, and sat behind him. She picked a few bandages and started working on the cuts on his wings that were the least accessible to him.

They remained in companionable silence for a moment.

“You are a Shadowhunter,” she eventually said, breaking the stillness. “Why didn’t you tell me so when we met earlier?”

He shrugged. “You didn’t ask.”

“That’s not it. Your skin was covered in clothes. You are hiding it.”

He tensed. “So were you. I assume you had your reasons. I have mine.”

Okay… He had obviously decided to close the subject. And she didn’t want to pry. She redirected the conversation.

“About earlier… What I said…” She swallowed and blushed at the memory of her throwing herself at him. Ugh. How pathetic she had been.

“Did you speak earlier? I didn’t hear a thing,” he replied, casting a knowing glance at her over his shoulder, his lips suppressing a smile.

She exhaled.

“Thanks,” she said. “You know what, I do think you are beautiful. But so are Michelangelo’s sculptures. And you won’t catch me snogging them.”

He was still sitting with his back to her and she couldn’t see the expression on his face but he seemed to be smiling as he replied. “Message received.”

“So… is this where you live?”

“It is.”

“Alone?”

“No. It’s just me and my uncle J, though.”

She fell silent for a moment and he heard her unspoken question.

“I hardly see my mother. And my sorry excuse for a dad is dead. Good riddance.”

She flinched at that. She had noticed there was a darkness about him and wondered if it was linked to all the scars on his body or his evident hatred for his late father. Or both.

“I guess I never thanked you. For saving my life earlier.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I am Drusilla, by the way. Drusilla Blackthorn. People call me Dru, though.”

He nodded, as if it confirmed something he already knew.

“I am Ash.”

“Ash…?”

“Just Ash.”

“Don’t you have a last name?”

He shrugged. “Does it matter?”

“What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” She playfully quoted Shakespeare.

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Your turn.” He suddenly stood and turned to face her, folding his wings. Dru realized that it brought her gaze right at the level of his… She swiftly turned her face away, blushing. When she glanced back at him, shyly, he was sitting seiza-style on the floor, in front of her. He gently lifted her right leg to rest it on his lap, a small smile playing across his face. She could not catch the look in his eyes, under his silvery eyelashes, as they were focused on inspecting her injury, but she was pretty sure he knew exactly what was going on in her head. He slowly brushed his long and deft fingers across her skin while his other hand cupped her calf, and she couldn't stop her leg from shaking. Holy crap. He had barely touched her and she was already a flushing mess, her breath now coming in short gasps. She was very much aware that her toes were nudging at the waistband of his boxer shorts and that if she brought her foot a few inches lower…

They both startled at the sound of a loud banging on the bedroom door.

“AAaaash,” uttered a man in a slurred speech through the wooden material. “You self-righteous b-bastard. Open the f-fucking door.”

The voice sounded familiar but Dru couldn’t pinpoint exactly where she had heard it before. It didn’t help that it belonged to a man who was obviously inebriated.

Ash cursed. He brought Dru’s leg down and put a finger over his lips.

“You. Are. Not. Here.” He mouthed to her, his green eyes suddenly deadly serious, all of the earlier playfulness gone from one moment to the next, and she almost cringed. He stood and swiftly exited the bathroom, closing the door behind him. She grabbed the staff and lifted herself up from the edge of the bathtub to get closer and hear the conversation.

“Asssh,” the voice repeated. “I know you are ho-home. You left a m-mess in the infirmary. Anything you wish to tell m-me? You got into a f-fight again?”

Dru heard the bedroom door open with a creaking noise.

“What about you, J? Went out for liquor again?” Ash’s voice replied sharply.

“Ash. I d-don’t tell you where to put your d-dick. You d-don’t get to tell me what goes into my m-mouth.”

“The fact that you just said that with a straight face is evidence that you had one too many, J.”

“F-Fuck you, Ash.”

“Hmm… I’ll take a rain check on that. Not that I don’t find you attractive, but you know I don’t screw drunk guys. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

When she heard the door close behind them, Dru came out of the bathroom, in search of her phone, on the off chance it had survived the battle. There it was, resting on the nightstand, plugged in for battery charge. That was… thoughtful.

She grabbed it, swiped the screen open and tried to call Ty, but there was no service. Crap.

She rummaged through Ash’s drawers to pick a pair of shorts that she pulled on clumsily, and gathered a few weapons. She headed for the door, opened it and… ran straight into a pale white torso. Ash clutched her arms to steady her, then brought his lips against her ear. “Going somewhere?”

Dru jutted her chin out. “I need to find my brother. He will be worried sick.”

He didn’t move his mouth from her ear as he softly whispered. “You only need to ask.”

She stepped back to stare into his green eyes. His expression was unreadable.

“Okay,” she replied hesitantly. “Can we… go now?”

“Whatever you wish. Can I show you something first?”

She smiled at him. “Hmmm sure. I have to tell you though, I have four brothers, including one who has absolutely no issues with nudity. Trust me, I already know what it looks like.”

He laughed softly, shaking his head, and went to confiscate C-3PO’s black leather jacket. He put it on her shoulders. The sleeves were so long she had to roll them three times so her hands could peek out of them.

As Ash shrugged on his black shirt and black jeans, Dru cast a quick glance at his body. He had broad shoulders and was definitely muscular, as all Shadowhunters were, but not in a bulky way. His long and pale limbs emphasized his tall, overall narrow figure. He was like a spear, shooting up and deadly.

He caught her watching him, and gave her a lopsided smile. In turn, he allowed himself to look her up and down, but it was quick, efficient and not in the lazy, lingering, creepy way guys usually eyed her.

“You look good in my clothes,” he said finally. He came to stand in front of her, and gently grazed her cheek with his knuckles.

“Your skin is so translucent that it feels like a splash of red ink leaked from a pen underneath when you blush.”

She was pretty sure the red on her cheeks must have spread even farther, the colour brighter, and she did something she had never done in front of a man before. She looked down.

“Grab my neck,” he said, and she complied.

In a swift motion, he swept her off her feet and carried her in his arms like a damsel in distress.

He moved to the open window and… jumped out.

It was different now that she was fully conscious and aware of her surroundings. She let the wind blow through her hair, allowed herself to be overwhelmed by the surreal feeling of being suspended in the air without the fear of crashing to the ground.

She whooped in excitement, crying out “I am the queen of the wooooorld!” and he laughed.

They landed on a narrow patch of grass on top of a cliff. A nightmare for anyone who had vertigo, but Dru didn’t mind great heights.

They both sat at the edge, enjoying the landscape. It was absolutely breathtaking, an unobstructed view of Faeries lands, patches of dark forest, small lakes and plains of green grass extending farther than the eye could see.

Dru understood why Ash loved this spot. It looked like you could see everything while not being seen. It was a spot no one could access, unless well, they had wings…

“Look,” he said, pointing towards a chain of rocky mountains. The sun came out lazyly, spreading its first rays to scout the sky before making its glorious appearance and altering all the colours of the picturesque landscape from one moment to another.

Her breath hitched and she grabbed his hand reflexively.

He whipped his head around to look at her and she pulled it back immediately. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Don’t be,” he said gently. He cocked his head, a questioning look on his face. “Do you have a boyfriend, Drusilla Blackthorn?”

She smiled at his use of her full name. “I don’t.”

“A girlfriend, perhaps?”

“Nope. No boyfriend, no girlfriend.” She exhaled. “There is a guy, though…”

She looked up at him and he was staring back, his expression unreadable.

“I have had this crush on him since… Well, since forever. He seems to like me too, but he won’t act on it. I think he’s afraid of my brothers.”

He lifted his eyebrow. “He’s a bloody coward, then.”

She punched his arm. “Don’t say that! You don’t know him.”

He shrugged. “The question is… does he know you?”

She looked at him then, and was struck by the intensity of his gaze. There was a hidden message there, as if what he had really been asking was “Does he know you like I do?” But that could not be it, right? They had just met. It would be quite presumptuous of him.

“That’s not all. There is another reason, I think, and that’s why I haven’t made a move myself. I think… he is still figuring things out about himself...”

“Clearly,” Ash muttered.

“...And of course, there’s the issue of... my age.”

She waited for a change in his expression, a question, but he remained silent, his gaze steady.

“Aren’t you going to ask me how old I am?”

He shrugged. “Does it matter? Age doesn’t really mean anything in Faerie. I’d love to know your birthday, though. So I’ll know when to throw you the most decadent party you’ve ever been to.”

She let out a free, careless laugh. It was as if a weight had been lifted, that she didn’t even know had been there.

“What about you? Do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend?”

He crossed his arms against his chest. “I don’t date. I screw around, though. A lot.”

“Why don’t you date?”

He shrugged. “I guess I have major trust issues. Oddly, it’s the only way I know how to get close to people I will never see again anyway. And of course…” He smiled crookedly. “I like sex. Don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t know.” She cleared her throat, rubbing her thighs nervously. “So... I am ready to go when you are.”

“Sure, your carriage awaits. Where to?”

“If possible… the New York Institute?”

He tensed. “Is this where you live?”

“Oh no, I was just there to attend a birthday party. I study at the Academy, so that’s where you can usually find me these days. My real home is the Los Angeles Institute, where my family lives.”

Ash didn’t say anything. He was watching her with a thoughtful expression. She looked down, at the frightening drop into emptiness.

“Is this the moment in the movie when the guy turns out to be a psychopath and leaves the wounded girl on top of a cliff and she is left to choose between jumping and starving to death?”

“You have a lot of imagination,” he said, his expression still musing. He grasped her chin to lift it slightly toward his face. “I rather thought it would be the moment in the movie where they kiss and there are fireworks and romantic music playing in the background.”

“Heeey! I thought you hadn’t heard anything !” She swatted at him and he grabbed her wrist in a motion so swift it was almost a blur.

“Heard what?” He said, and she didn’t reply, she couldn’t reply because the next moment he was kissing her, his incredibly soft lips hesitant at first, leaving her plenty of occasions to withdraw. She didn’t.

The kiss grew deeper and it was as if the ground was a rug that had been swept from under her, she was in a free fall, tethered to reality only by his gentle fingers holding her chin while his other hand moved to cup the back of her neck. He smelled like the best Faerie had to offer, all at once, rocks warmed by the sun and fresh grass, luscious petals twirling in the wind, a storm turning a gentle stream into a torrent.

They both jerked away at the sound of an ear-splitting noise.

Before them, a giant eagle was flapping its wings steadily, observing them through narrowed eyes. Josephine, Dru vaguely remembered. And it was not alone. Behind it, an even larger creature, that made the first look one like a fly in comparison, was hovering.

“Drusilla Blackthorn?” The smaller bird screeched.

“In the flesh.”

“I am Josephine. And this is my father Rocky. These are the names Tiberius Blackthorn blessed us with. Our real names cannot be spoken by your mere human tongues. Your brother is looking for you and we are to bring you to him. You can ride on my father’s back.”

“Wait, are these… rocs?” Ash said in awe, his green eyes glittering. “These are thousands of years old legendary birds of prey thought to be extinct. The most dangerous predators among birds. And your brother actually named one Rocky? How cool is that guy?”

“Where is Ty now?” Dru asked.

“He is with my mother, looking for you,” the bird answered. “But we are to meet him at the polyamorous cottage.”

Ash turned to look at her, amusement mixed with curiosity plain on his face. “The polyamorous cottage?” He mouthed.

She elbowed him playfully.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said with more confidence than she felt.

“Wait-” Ash shot an arm in front of her. “I am not sure how I feel about you riding on an unearthly predator.”

“What do you suggest?”

He pondered for a moment before giving her an answer, his expression clearly torn. He finally sighed, seeming to have come to a decision.

“Well… You can ride me,” he said, gesturing at himself and giving her a wicked grin. “And that’s not a one-time offer.”

She rolled her eyes but could not help to feel relief.

“Are you sure you are up for it ?”

“Are you kidding me? A private invitation to the polyamorous cottage? And of course, I can’t wait to meet your brother Tiberius. It will be fun.”

She threw her hands up. “Wow. Don’t get your hopes up. My brother is very difficult to befriend. I love him, but “fun” is definitely not the word I would use to describe him.”

Ash turned to look wistfully at the two giant creatures waiting in front of them. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Well, he sounds pretty fun to me.”

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