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the-californicationist · 1 year ago

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he changes your mind

John Price has been trying his best to convince you to let him give you a baby. After learning about his willingness to make sacrifices for you and your family, you decide to grant his wish.

MDNI/18+

TW: breeding, pregnancy, explicit sex

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51167794

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John Price was smiling again. His cheeks were crushed up underneath his pale blue eyes, full of wonder and searing joy. The creases at the edges of his lashes cut and folded like the beginnings of an origami crane along his temple, and even though they did the same folds every single time, your heart skipped a beat when you saw them. The beard that lay flat and smooth around his mouth stretched with his smile, broad and keen. Sincere. Innocent and pure. And his laugh sent a knife right through your belly, melting down inside of you like coffee too hot, letting you feel your shapes and holes and secrets all the way down until you couldn’t breathe until he laughed again. Desperate for it. You wanted to rip it from him and keep it inside of you instead so you could tap into that bliss like an addict. You wanted a button to push to force it out of him so you could hear the sound in your darkest days, using him to turn on the light.

To make matters worse, he was holding a baby.

He was making you want one. In fact, he was making you want him to put one inside of you. His baby. One of your very own. One with blue eyes that crinkled at the edges like shining cellophane.

You resisted the pull like a yearling in a harness. You wanted to buck against it and kick it in the teeth. You didn’t want a child. John was always gone - mission after mission - and you weren’t willing to raise a whole person by yourself. You could do it, but you wouldn’t. That wasn’t fair. A child needs their guardian, and when your guardian was the guardian of the world…how could you come first?

So, you boxed it up and put it away in you with the rest of your ghosts. You haunted yourself with it sometimes. When you scrolled through your online purchases of milk and bread, sometimes it would suggest baby formula to add to your cart, as if, subtly suggesting like a mother-in-law, you were missing something important. But, you kept busy. You worked hard, you traveled, you spent time with friends. You loved John dearly, and you craved him more and more every day. You were happy, as happy as anyone should have the right to be. Why should you be entitled to open a box you had no business opening?

But, there it was, down from the attic of your mind again and cracked open in the foyer of your frontal cortex, waiting for you to pluck from it a warm, writhing little bundle that needed you to hold it and kiss it and tell it how to drive a manual transmission. A Janice or an Eric or a Persephone - someone new for the world to put through its horrors. Someone to catch a cold, to have their heart broken, to lose their job. Someone new to put you and John in matching coffins and lower you down into matching holes where you’d be covered and buried in the same place from whence they’d come. Entropy.

You watched as John crooked his elbow just so, supportive and careful, his massive form suddenly as agile as an arching ballerina, holding the bottle and the towel and the someone new as gently as a leaf holds the dew in the mornings in the spring.

You were wet. Your heart and your womb were fully committed to the bit. Some ancient bacteria that divided for the first time back when you were just primordial soup had optimized you for just this moment. It was lying in wait for John Price to crane his neck down to leave little chirping kisses on the softest pink cheek and then to smile when it garnered its reaction. That instinctual drive revved inside of you when he wiped away a stray drop of milk from a grinning toothless mouth. A mouth that would learn how to give kisses right back one day and beg you for them.

The way your hands clenched around your arms was going to leave a bruise.

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“Such a cute lad, aye?” John commented, driving you down the dark road to your home.

“Gaz sure has his hands full,” you nodded.

“He’ll make it work. It always works itself out, right?” He was suggestive, and you weren’t about to have that.

“If it did, we wouldn’t need the orphanages.”

He was silent. The battle you had just won meant little to the war that raged on in the silence between you.

“I asked Laswell for the hiatus.”

“What?”

“You said that you needed me here. No more away missions. No more black sites. And you said we’d discuss it.”

“I said we might discuss - ”

“No, you said you needed those to happen, and I made them happen. She wrote up the paperwork. When I sign it, I’m here, for good. I’m a full on intel analyst. And it’s a pay raise,” he raised his volume, and his knuckles were white around the steering wheel.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay? What does that mean?”

“It means okay. We can try, okay?”

“Don’t play with me, pumpkin. I can’t - ”

You put your hand on his thigh and squeezed it, giving him a soft smile.

“I said okay.”

He drove faster. He barely stopped at stop signs. He parked in the gravel instead of pulling under the carport. He opened your door and nearly pulled you out.

With his hand at the small of your back, he walked you to the front door, keys jangling loudly in his hand, the tip of the key scraping at the edges of the lock like a dog at the door, clamoring to get in. The door cracked. You were inside before you knew it. The keys fell to the floor and the door slammed shut behind you. John scooped you up and kicked in the panel to your bedroom. He fell on top of you, kissing you roughly, like he had mere minutes to spare. Your blood was rushing, pounding in your ears, and you could feel how heavy his breaths were as his chest pushed and pulled inside of himself.

“John. Jo- Hey, John. Wait - ”

John stopped, his hands stuffed under your dress, fingers looped in your panties, frozen in place like you had paused time itself. He didn’t look up at you. His head stayed down, and he waited for you to do something about it.

You grabbed his cheeks and forced him to meet your eyes,

“What’s wrong?�� You asked in a whisper.

“Please, sweetheart,” John’s eyes held within them a fragile prayer, “Let me give you a baby. I want to see you hold her inside, right here,” he kissed your belly as he raised up your dress, “I want to see you in her face when she smiles and laughs.”

You smiled at him, petting his hair, enjoying his kisses,

“How do you know it’ll be a girl?”

He scoffed, kissing you further down, peeling the panties away as he had first intended,

“Just let me dream, alright? You said you would try.”

His hot mouth covered your clit and suckled against it with a renewed hunger. You tried to respond,

“Mm, I will, John. We’ll try.”

“We’re going to try right now.”

His fingers spread you apart and he began to fuck you deeply on his hand, licking you apart at the seams, letting your binds and ties melt like sugar on his tongue, freeing you from the confines of the world around you, ripping you from reality and dragging you with him into his primal wonderland. You could feel his fingers stretching up, deeper than he usually did, feeling around for the soft roundness of the entrance to your womb. He found it and circled around it, as if mapping it for himself, visualizing it and teasing himself with all of its possibilities. It made you squirm, and he sucked harder, cowing you into submission with an orgasm, which you gasped out in shock. You’d been struggling to hold it together since Nova’s baby shower, and you were desperate for relief. That relief hit you like a truck, and you came hard enough to see stars in the dim light of your bedroom.

As soon as John felt you clench around his hand, he fucked you harder, adding a finger and curling them into you, stretching you to fit his thickness. He had his length out and ready at your entrance faster than you thought was physically possible, spitting down onto himself and positioning himself inside your folds, ready to commit.

Then, for all of his anxious hurry, he stopped, as if he was missing something. He looked at you, concerned and needy, still fully clothed and unable to think straight. He looked lost. You held his hips in your hands and coaxed him forward,

“It’s okay, John. C’mon, let’s try.”

You thought he might break down and cry from the relief that washed over him. It was like you’d pulled a burning arrow from his heart. He sank into you like a stone in a lake, quick and sure, wet and eager.

“Oh, fuuuuuck!” John shouted. It was loud enough that you wondered briefly about your neighbors.

He fell on top of you, crawling over you with his hulking arms, prowling up to kiss your neck like a horny teenager, full of the same level of vigor. His thrusts were deep - deeper than usual - as if he was searching out that smoothness of your anatomy, looking for his target. You canted your hips downward to help him find it. When he did, you both groaned for each other.

"That's it, my sweet girl," he rubbed your clit in gentle circles, sending you back into orbit, "I'm so fuckin' ready to see my baby in you. Fuck! I can't wait."

The way his cock throbbed with each of his thrusts was sending you into a sort of trance. Your pussy felt stuffed, like it was struggling around his fat cock, bending and pulling at its walls to allow him to fit. His kisses were formless and weak, but his hips were merciless in their pounding. The two divergent sensations forced a rift in your mind, and your pleasure stretched to meet his fierce and gentle need. You felt the wave-like tingle of your recent orgasm tumbling in the back of your mind, threatening to rise again to crash upon your shore, growing with each pull of his rocking rhythm.

"Feel so good," he confessed in your ear, "Letting me give this to you, do this for you. Like heaven, love."

You encouraged the motion of his body with your hands, touching the snapping, ferocious muscles of his spread back, digging your nails into his furry skin when he angled himself just so, casting spell after spell to hypnotize you into pliant submission. Then, he quickened, panting, pleading, whispering his pleas over and over to you or to God, you couldn’t tell. He was making you feel like one and the same. His voice cracked,

"Bloody hell, I can't hold it back. Goddamnit. I'm - ahhh!"

When he filled you, and he damn well filled you, he held himself tightly pressed to your womb’s gate like he would be washed away at sea, gripping your body like a lifeline. He reached beside you for his pillow and shoved it under your hips, groaning and panting as he came down from his high, one-track minded. John kept his cock in you like a seal, holding you there much longer than usual. As you regained your senses and your ability to form words, you looked up at him and asked,

“John, what are you doing?”

“Shh, just wait. I want to make sure it’s there. Has to be deep enough for you, love.”

He kissed you again, using his long tongue to lick all the way into your mouth, still desperate and devout. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was weeks away from your ovulation window. Maybe you would just keep that to yourself.

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bestanimal · 19 days ago

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Round 3 - Chondrichthyes - Chimaeriformes

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Our last order in Chondrichthyes is Chimaeriformes, commonly known as “Chimaeras”, and informally known as “ghost sharks”, “spookfish”, “rabbitfish”, or “rat fish” (not to be confused with the Actinopterygiian “rattails”.) Historically a much more diverse and abundant group, they now only comprise the living families Callorhinchidae (“plough-nosed chimaeras” or “elephantfish”), Chimaeridae (“short-nosed chimaeras”), and Rhinochimaeridae (“long-nosed chimaeras”).

Chimaeras are soft-bodied, with bulky heads and long, tapered tails. Their pectoral fins are large enough to generate lift at a relaxed forward momentum, similar to a kite, giving the chimaera the appearance of "flying" through the water. Their gill arches are condensed into a pouch-like bundle covered by an operculum with a single gill-opening in front of the pectoral fins, similar in appearance to Actinopterygiians. They lack spiracles. There are two dorsal fins: a large triangular first dorsal fin and a low rectangular or depressed second dorsal fin. For defense, some chimaeras have a venomous spine on the front edge of the dorsal fin. In many species, the bulbous snout is modified into an elongated sensory organ, capable of electroreception to find prey. Instead of many sharp, consistently-replaced teeth, chimaeras have just six large, permanent tooth-plates, which grow continuously throughout their entire life. These tooth-plates are arranged in three pairs, with one pair at the tip of the lower jaws and two pairs along the upper jaws. They together form a protruding, beak-like crushing and grinding mechanism, comparable to the incisor teeth of rodents and lagomorphs. Most living species are native to the deep sea, with some species inhabiting depths exceeding 2,000 m (6,600 ft) deep, though the few exceptions include the shallower-dwelling plough-nosed chimaeras (genus Callorhinchus) (image 2), the Rabbit Fish (Chimaera monstrosa), and the Spotted Ratfish (Hydrolagus colliei) (image 3).

Chimaeras have separate anal and urogenital openings, rather than a single cloaca. Like sharks and rays, male chimaeras utilize claspers for internal fertilization of females, but unlike sharks and rays, also have retractable sexual appendages known as tentacula to assist in mating. The frontal tentaculum, a bulbous rod which extends out of the forehead, is used to clutch the females' pectoral fins during mating. The prepelvic tentacula are serrated hooked plates normally hidden in pouches in front of the pelvic fins, and they anchor the male to the female. Their claspers are fused together by a cartilaginous sheathe before splitting into a pair of flattened lobes at their tip. Females lay their eggs within spindle-shaped, leathery egg cases which they deposit on the sea floor.

As the most ancient of the Chondrichthyans, Chimaeriformes are truly deserving of the moniker “living fossil”. They have been around since the Early Carboniferous, with the earliest known fossil species being Protochimaera, and split off from the sharks and rays during the Devonian. Modern chimaeras are known from the Early Jurassic, but fossil egg cases from the Late Triassic resembling those of rhinochimaerids and callorhinchids indicate that they had a global distribution earlier than this. Modern chimaeras reached their highest ecological diversity during the Middle Cretaceous. Recent studies indicate that chimaeras were likely a shallow-water group for most of their existence, and only fled to deeper waters in the aftermath of the K-Pg extinction event, adapting to the deep sea to survive.

Propaganda under the cut:

Some chimaera venom can cause pain, necrosis, hallucinations, and localized paralysis in humans. It is not deadly to humans, but has been known to kill Harbor Seals that injested Spotted Ratfish (Hydrolagus colliei).

Spotted Ratfish (Hydrolagus colliei) have large, emerald green eyes, which are able to reflect light, similar to the eyes of a cat.

Chimaera teeth are unique among vertebrates, due to their mode of mineralization. Most of each plate is formed by relatively soft osteodentin, but the active edges are supplemented by a unique hypermineralized tissue called pleromin, rather than enamel. Pleromin is an extremely hard enamel-like tissue, arranged into sheets or beaded rods, but it is deposited by mesenchyme-derived cells similar to those that form bone. In addition, pleromin's hardness is due to the mineral whitlockite, which crystalizes within the teeth as the animal matures.

The Australian Ghostshark (Callorhinchus milii) is very popular with fish-and-chips restaurants in New Zealand and is sold as 'flake' or 'whitefish' in Australia.

The Striped Rabbitfish (Hydrolagus matallanasi) can see in total darkness and sense electromagnetic radiation (outside of the visible spectrum) emitted by other marine creatures due to exposed nerves on the sides of its body.

Some species of chimaerids are known to segregate by sex, with females congregating at greater depths than males.

Despite their deep sea habitat and reclusive nature, some chimaera species are still threatened by bycatch due to deep sea trawling for demersal shrimp and prawns. Even when released, most chimaeras do not survive the process of being quickly pulled up from the pressurized deep sea to shallower water.

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 month ago

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Ugh 😩 since we’re on a Nylander high imagine Alex snooping through Willam’s phone and finds videos of her squirting and ass pics of William’s bite marks on them that how he found out she’s a 💦

you guys send in the best smutty asks i swear to god 🙏🏻 i’m so lucky to have such amazing anons 🥰

alex doesn’t mean to snoop and honestly he’s not even really snooping. not when william gave him permission to use his phone.

sure it was permission to use spotify during his workout and not to go flipping through his camera roll, but his thumb slipped, okay?

and really, isn’t it william’s fault for having a whole photo album of you right out in the open? that’s the kind of shit that needs to be locked behind a pass code

but the photos are right there and alex is curious and you’re gorgeous so he can’t help but pull up the album and start looking through it.

it’s like a treasure chest of gold, the photos and videos william has of you

full frontal nudity, partially clothed, mirror selfies, it’s endless

there’s the shot william had to have taken, where your head is cut off right above your swollen, red, kiss-bitten lips. your neck is littered with hickies and your nipples are puffy and raw, pebbled into tight peaks, come splattered over your skin

there’s the picture of william’s hand splayed over your stomach, the base of his cock barely visible at the entrance of your cunt

there’s the picture of your ass, perked high in the air, with william’s handprint raised in red on one cheek

there’s another picture of your ass, your legs spread wide so your pink, glistening cunt is visible, your fingers playing with your clit

again, another picture of your ass with a bite mark on one cheek, the imprint of william’s teeth surrounded by chafing from his beard

(fuck, william’s clearly an ass man, as if alex didn’t already know that, based on the sheer amount of pictures he has of your bare ass)

and the videos? fuck him, it’s like a porn website in the camera roll

videos of you playing with your tits, giggling and moaning perfectly audible

videos of you fingering yourself, whining for william to join you

videos of you with your vibrator pressed tight to your clit, the angle telling alex that it was one you took yourself and sent to william

the best video though, up close and personal with your cunt, william’s voice loud as he talks you through the fingering. there’s a clear view of two of william’s fingers buried in your cunt, curling and thrusting. you’re moaning and whining and your hips are lifting off the bed as william works, warning him that you’re close. alex doesn’t expect what’s next, the way you come harder than he’s ever seen, squirting all over your thighs and the mattress

liquid gets on the camera, smudging the view, but it’s still clear enough to see william’s fingers still working you over, loud enough for alex to hear william’s praise -“what a good girl. squirting for daddy, making a mess” - and then william’s fingers spread you, the swollen bundle of your clit clear as day on the screen

alex is beyond hard, leaking in his pants, palming himself over his shorts

he scrolls through more pictures, finding another video of you squirting, this time on william’s cock, the video shaky and angle not as good. alex can still see the gush of come from your cunt, the wet spot that forms on the sheets beneath you, the ragged breathing as you come again after squirting already

there are other pictures too, come leaking from your cunt, your folds messy and wet, william’s cock pressed against your inner thigh with a ring of cream around the base

but alex keeps going back to the videos of you squirting, obsessed with the noises you make as you come 😇

#asked and answered #anon #william nylander x reader #alex nylander x reader

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6ixtoru · 2 days ago

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A LIL EXTRA LOVIN'

nsfw! k. choso x fem! reader // w.c 401 // g.mlist

jus choso bein a lil filthy n a pussy luver

Carnivorous inclination infiltrated Choso’s pale complexion via twinging his flesh with a feathery splash of obnoxious rouge and faintly freckled T-zone bearing a similar colourant, his sanity deteriorating from his swelling carnality. The moment he gently knocked wide her plush thighs, his wondrous touch traipsed North, relishing in the smooth travel up her limbs as she writhed beneath his anticipant mouth, a subtle indication she desired him enclosed between her leggy confinement that tensed from predictable impatience as he persisted she condoned his devotion towards what he considered an intimate refuge overrode her mere whine.

“Don’t tease too much, Cho,” she whimpered, her bequest rendered void when doting pecks enhanced the sprawl of linings engrained across her inner thighs – choso amorous whenever greeted with the dispersed marks.

“I’m not teasing,” He reasoned with an evident pout, “Jus’ appreciating.”.

Her figure lay vulnerable and awaiting, forbearance with his leisurely admiration on her clothed cunt currently at his mercy which in turn only succeeded his already established adoration for her as the damp gusset became permeated with his adulation tenderly murmured, innocent reverence resonating against the damp gusset detailed with picot trimming.

He acknowledged the racy garment reserving her modesty, the scarlet textile a beguiling contrast he refused to discard so abruptly; instead, awarding a long, lethargic stripe of his warm saliva (eager to pounce off the mattress of his mouth wired with sonorous chords, bedewing the darkened patch that enlarged following a few more deliberately unhurried strokes.

Nefarious contact between Choso’s oral cavern (an abode for strewn terms) and her intimacy drenched with his indulgence teased the gossamer fragment greedily wedged between her outer labia and cunt, the steady strides of his tongue caressing her womanly anatomy, utilising the current ordeal to roughly yank the frontal coverage upwards, her cunt’s flaps forced to devour the sultry lingerie, suctioned between as the teasing tip of his silky appendage traced her clit’s prominence – revealed after her hood was nudged upwards as a consequence of Choso’s vulgar gesture.

Another pearlescent bead frothed beneath the fabric barricade whilst obscenity provoked Choso’s pointed nose to prod her accentuated vulva and retrace her bundle of sensitivity, the sticky-infused material beneath one of his primary senses extremely indecorous, his behaviour licentious.

“You’re so filthy,” She softly moaned, entwining her nimble fingers through his tresses to prompt his ardent lips forward once sensing his smirk pressed against her.

“Don’t be mean, I can’t help myself.”.

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shy-urban-hobbit · 1 year ago

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Care to go up against me, Princess?"

Ciri looked over from where she'd been whacking seven shades out of the training dummy to where Lambert's cat, (' Aiden', her brain supplied), was leaning against the wall. She was sure he hadn't been there a minute ago.

"Why?" She asked warily, Geralt's warnings about cat Witchers coming to mind.

Aiden shrugged, "Everyone else is busy and I'm bored. Vesemir gave me the okay to oversee your training for the day. Would go and bother Lambert but learnt the hard way not to do that when he's playing with his bombs. It gets messy, and not in a fun way."

Jaskier, who had been sat bundled up by a brazier watching (read: babysitting. Ciri wasn't stupid), snorted a laugh.

"You can tell me to piss off and I can see about trading with Eskel or Coen. I won't be offended" Aiden offered with an open smile. He'd recognised Vesemir's olive branch straight away but he wasn't about to use it to make the young cub uncomfortable.

She looked between him and Jaskier, the bard merely shrugging as Ciri mulled it over. He couldn't possibly be that bad if Vesemir had allowed him to stay and with Jaskier sat right there and Eskel just in the stables, she wasn't technically alone with him…

"Alright. But just a quick spar."

Aiden's smile grew.

"Don't be afraid to move." Aiden said, leaning on his wooden training sword, Ciri stood bent double as she heaved for breath, aching and frustrated from the multiple hits Aiden had managed to land on her whilst she'd barely touched him, "You keep coming at me full frontal like that you're basically painting a target on yourself. It became predictable, which means it became dangerous."

Ciri straightened up indignantly, "The wolves are always telling me-"

"No offence to the wolves." Aiden interrupted gently, "But they're all over six feet tall and built like brick shithouses. Brute strength and stubbornness works for them. They can take the hits and keep on coming. You, unfortunately, are a bit more breakable." He very lightly poked her in the belly with the end of his sword, "But you're also small and fast. Use that."

He tilted his head thoughtfully, "If you like, I can show you some basics from my school that might benefit you."

"You mean how to fight dirty?" The words left her mouth before she could stop them. To her relief (and confusion) though, Aiden merely laughed in response.

"Is it fighting dirty if it's against something trying to kill you? And out of the two of us, which one has more bruises right now?"

He replaced the training sword and picked up the coat he'd discarded earlier, shaking the snow free, "Again you're free to say no, but the offer stands. You too, if you like." He said looking towards Jaskier, or more specifically, the small dagger at his belt as he made to leave, "I'm curious if you can actually use that."

"Wait."

Aiden stopped, waiting for Ciri to continue.

"Learning a couple of things couldn't hurt. Could it?"

Geralt smiled as he made his way back through the gates. The sun has almost set and with how treacherous the mountain could be, he knew the sensible thing would have been to hunker down and make his way back in the morning but after three days, he was too eager to see both his bard and his girl. His excitement was short-lived as the sight that greeted him at the other end of the courtyard had him immediately seeing red. Jaskier sprawled on his ass on the ground, Aiden with his back to Geralt but he spotted a very familiar head of blonde hair peeping over his shoulder as Ciri appeared to be struggling in his hold. the pommel of a sword in the hand which wasn't restraining her. Fucking bastard! He knew he should have given in and allowed the two of them to accompany him on the hunting trip!

Abandoning Roach and the game she was carrying, Geralt unsheathed his sword and charged.

"Aiden!"

Jaskier's yell came a second too late as he realised what Geralt was intending. Witcher reflexes meant Aiden was able to move quickly to drop the sword and shove Ciri away from him but not quickly enough to avoid a blow to his shoulder as the white haired Witcher roared furiously, "Get the fuck away from them!"

Aiden immediately dropped to his knees, as he turned to face Geralt, trying to look as non threatening as possible with one hand pressed to his now bleeding shoulder.

"Geralt, no !"

"What the fuck, Geralt?!"

"What the hell is going on out here?" Eskel yelled as he emerged from the stables, nose wrinkling at the overwhelming mixed scents of anger, confusion and fear.

"Eskel. Go get Vesemir." Geralt growled, not taking his eyes off Aiden.

"No need." The Witcher in question appeared next to Jaskier, drawn out of the main hall by the sudden noise. He offered Jaskier a hand up as he took in the scene, "What is happening here?"

"I found the Cat threatening Ciri with a sword."

"You mean this sword?" Jaskier asked moving forward to pick up the wooden blade and waving it in Geralt's face, "We were training, nothing more."

"By whose leave?" Geralt demanded before turning to Eskel, "And you! Where the hell were you when they needed you!"

"Hey!" Eskel snapped, "I've been in the stables since they started this morning. You really think I wouldn't have intervened if I'd heard anything untoward? Which. I. Didn't. They were never in any danger."

" Aiden!" Lambert came running towards them, panicked by the scent of blood and the sight of Aiden on the ground, "What is your fucking problem!" He yelled, squaring up to Geralt, "The old man put him in charge of Ciri's training for the day, he wasn't doing anything he wasn't supposed to be!"

"Forgive me if I don't take you at your word given your attachment. I don't want Ciri learning anything from him. "

Aiden was marginally surprised that Geralt didn't spit on him for emphasis.

" Enough!" Vesemir barked in a tone he knew would immediately bring his pups to heel, "Everyone inside. Now! Eskel, take Ciri and help Coen in the kitchen. Lambert, see to Aiden. Geralt, with me."

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edgessunflower · 2 years ago

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Hey there, darling! I'm working on your request! In the meantime, hope you don't mind if I give you one more idea for a Rhea Ripley x reader x Dominik Mysterio: reader is coming home from grocery shopping by themselves and Rhea and Dom are concerned by the fact she bought cat food... Turns out reader saw a little stray kitten out of the grocery shop and they hid it in their hoodie frontal pocket because they didn't want to leave it alone out there? 🥺 My heart needs more healing.

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I couldn't leave her alone

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader x Dominik Mysterio

Description: After finding a bag of cat food in the kitchen, your partners find out why when they ask you

You smile when you see the little white kitten hidden behind a basket as you walk in the grocery store to do monthly shopping for you and your two partners. You unlock your car and slowly walk to the kitten while your groceries are being put in your trunk by an employee, smiling when it lets you pick it up learning it was a girl before putting it in your front hoodie pocket thanking the employee and leaving smiling when you see her asleep in your pocket at a red light before finishing the drive and pulling in the driveway, you unload and put up all the groceries before filling two small bowls full of water and cat food taking them upstairs and making a small litter box near the back door before gently placing her on the bed before changing your clothes and having her explore, eat, and drink giving her a bath and drying her off when you see a text from Dom saying he and Rhea were on the way home from training and a team match as Judgement Day. You put a flea collar on her before having her use the litter box and laying in bed with her asleep on you as you watch tv until you fall asleep two hours later, rhea and dom walk inside and smile at the sweet note you left on the microwave as they eat and watch tv downstairs confused as to why you weren't hugging and kissing them as you normally would but rhea stops in confusion at the small bag of cat food in the corner of the kitchen turning and slowly walking upstairs as dom finds it and follows opening the door to find you asleep on your side smiling when they see you sleeping peacefully until as they closer they notice the small bowls on the ground before dom's eyes light up seeing the small, sleeping, and purring bundle in the crook of your neck gently petting her while you both slept. He puts his finger over his mouth before pointing at the kitten making rhea walk around and see the kitten making her quietly groan as you wake up and smile at the two "Babes!" you whisper yell and share a sweet kiss with them as you gently sit up with the kitten in your lap while dom pets her with his fingers as you look at rhea who despite being confused smiles sweetly "She's been hiding outside of the grocery store for a month and I couldn't leave her alone again...I had to" dom shakes his head before kissing you cheek as the kitten wakes up and climbs into dom's lap while purring making him smile bigger as you both look at rhea with puppy dog eyes "Okay okay you win" you both giggle in victory as she sits beside you slowly leaning her face in front of the kitten who only purrs happily and licks her nose which makes you all laugh as you all spend the rest of the evening and night watching movies naming the kitten Vanilla after she ended up eating vanilla ice cream from your bowl before her face was covered in it.

#rhea ripley x reader x dominik mysterio #wwe #dominik mysterio x reader #rhea ripley #wwe x reader #dominik mysterio #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio x reader x rhea ripley

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hairextensoins · 2 years ago

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Front lace hair patch

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londonvirginhair · 2 years ago

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the-writings-of-kaos · 1 year ago

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HFY: OneShot: Ground

Tekpek slumped against a rock as the marching group finally stopped in a hidden valley; those who had only been lightly injured were left in charge of setting up tents, while those with broken frontal limbs were tended to by the White unit, those with broken back limbs however- well they were put down honourably at least.

“I just don’t get it, how in the singularity…” Tekpek began to complain but was hurriedly shushed.

“Don’t speak so loudly, third brother.” The squad leader looked around, his long ears listening for movement after his subordinate thoughtlessly shouted in the middle of their stealth retreat. “Alright, third brother, what is it you don’t understand?”

Tekpek looked up at his squad leader; he was a Mardeen, a race of rodent-descended arboreal creatures. His leader had a brown coat of fur that made him suited for missions such as this, but according to his account, he may as well be the ugliest Mardeen in existence. Tekpek didn’t mind this, of course, but it certainly did bring morale down when the leader wished to die and make up for his ugly colour, which was something of a crime amongst his people because of the uglies' ability to hide against the dirt.

Shaking the thought from his mind, Tekpek began to explain, heaving out the sand and dust from the march as he explained in a low tone.

“Why do the humans… Why do the bipedal freaks seem so intent on hunting us like this? Weren’t they a prey species?”

The squad lead looked at his third brother; though he understood his confusion, it still made him once again question the intelligence of something descended from a four-legged flightless avian.

“To my understanding, humans are… they are a species that was forced onto the ground.” The squad lead said this, then thought it better to rephrase. “More accurately, you could say they were dropped from their cradle.”

Tekpek looked quizzically at his squad lead. “You mean… they all have early onset cerebral damage?”

Now, it was the squad lead time to make noise, but he wisely covered his mouth before his shrilling laugh escaped. “No, no, though they often have such injuries, humans are descended from a high canopy arboreal species known in their world as an ape. Did you read the biology leaflets that were handed to us?”

After a short twitch in his emotive feather, indicating that Tekpek had not, as the squad lead explained. “The planet that humans evolved on has semi-regular mass extinction events. During the time of their early ancestor, a global warming disaster led to the thinning of forests on their native continent until there were only sparse barbed trees made for the heat left over. This happened rapidly, for many of the earth's fauna and flora happened too fast for them to adapt.”

The battalion listened intently, knowing more about the enemy might help them escape this hell. Many of Tekpek’s fellow Caduras would be ignoring the squad lead in favour or sleeping while time allowed them to rest.

“The humans, being a canopy-dwelling species, having been dropped from the safe cradle of the treetops, were forced to learn how to survive in an increasingly hostile and dangerous desert.”

The soldiers winced at the thought, the spoken history not unlike their own situation as they sat exhausted in this valley in the desert world they all found themselves in.

“This led them to become incredibly adept at surviving in deserts. They evolved to be more hairless to vent heat more efficiently, save for an odd crest-like bundle atop their heads and protective hair in other locations, necessary places like the human chest and back where they were often injured.”

Another squad member offered the leader some rations before they continued.

“As the human native continent worsened, they fleed and adapted to the entire planet, ruling over it and quickly developing space flight. They then adapted to their solar system or adapted the system to them. They spread like that, like a plague, which is why we are fighting them in the first place.”

As the leaders' tale ended, something made a noise from the edge of the camp.

“You’re pretty close, rabbit, but you forgot one thing. We fought, clawed, and bled our way out of that hell, and we aren’t stopping for you either, that’s for damn sure.”

A human, dressed in desert camouflage, appeared from the darkness as the camp was surrounded.

“Fine by me, just get us off this god-forsaken world and get me something cool to drink.”

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As always comments and writing advice is appreciated! Thank you so much for reading!

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are weird #comments appreciated #hfy #the writings of Kaos

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depressedhatakekakashi · 6 months ago

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A Welcome Change of Plans

Prompt: Birthday

Words: 4,825

Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Maito Gai, Metal Lee

For: @full-frontal-lotus

There are a lot of things Kakashi has come to expect on his birthday.

Morning cuddles from his husband, a home cooked breakfast, a ‘surprise’ party that Gai makes sure to warn him about at least a week in advance so there would be no repeat of the chidoried cake incident.

Other things that could have been expected on his birthday had become less likely since the end of the war and his appointment as Hokage, but a work interruption of some sort was still always likely.

What Kakashi did not expect the morning of his fortieth birthday, which was a rather big deal in a society where making it past the age of thirty was cause for celebration, was to open his front door and find his husband’s student standing there with his five year old son bundled up in a bright green blanket with his head buried in his father’s shoulder.

“Lee,” he greeted the younger man, noting the panicked look on his face. “Everything alright?”

“No,” Lee answered with a defeated voice. “I have to leave for Suna this morning.”

“I remember,” just yesterday he’d assigned Lee a mission to take some important documents to Suna. Secrecy wasn’t necessary for the mission, but the documents arriving intact was of utmost importance so he’d chosen the shinobi he could trust above all other’s to ensure that happened. “Though, I will say,” examining Lee’s face he frowned. “You look like you haven’t slept all night. I can assign the mission to someone else if you need. “

“No!” shaking his head, Lee hugged Metal tight against his body. “I can still do the mission, it’s just…” His eyes drifted down to his son. “Metal came down with a fever last night. Sakura was kind enough to pay us a visit at home when I called her, but she says there’s not much to do other than giving him the medication she prescribed and keeping an eye on him.”

“So,”

“I don’t want you to assign anyone else to the mission. I have every intention of completing it as you have requested, but I cannot leave Metal with Iruka-Sensei as originally planned since he is also caring for Sarada while Sakura is working at the hospital. I didn’t want to interrupt your birthday by asking you to watch over him, but-“

“Wait,” ignoring the request that was no doubt about to fall from Lee’s lips, Kakashi focused instead on the implications of what had just been said. “You were going to have Iruka watch Metal while you were away?”

“Yes?”

“Why?”

Lee stared at him with a stunned expression. “I- well…I just thought-“

“That what, Gai and I wouldn’t want to babysit our grandson?”

“What, no!” Panicking, Lee shook his head so violently that Kakashi was surprised when it didn’t pop right off his shoulder. “I know that you and Gai-Sensei are always happy to babysit Metal, that is why I’m here.”

“Yet you ask Iruka before us,” crossing his arms over his chest he leveled Lee with his most disappointed look. “Is it not enough that Sakura has decided to leave Sarada with him instead of entrusting her safety to me? I know he’s better with kids than I am-“

Leaning his head slightly to the right he watched as a spatula went sailing past him. An impressive throw from his husband, considering he was still in the kitchen cooking that homemade breakfast for Kakashi’s birthday.

“It’s not that at all,” Lee insisted. “I just didn’t want to interrupt you two today.”

“what’s different about today than any other day?”

“I…”

Hearing wheels scratching against the floor behind him, Kakashi turned his head and smiled at his husband as he joined him at the door. “Did you hear about this, Turtle?”

“About Lee leaving Metal with Iruka for the day? No, I did not.” Coming to a stop on Kakashi’s left, Gai locked his wheels into place and held out his arms. Almost immediately Lee adjusted his hold on Metal and held him out, laying him gently in his Sensei’s arms. Watching as this happened Kakashi refrained from reaching out and smacking Lee across the back of the head.

“So not only were you going to have someone else watch our grandson, but you weren’t even going to tell us?”

“I didn’t want to interrupt,” Lee defended himself. “Today is your birthday, and Gai-Sensei has been really excited to celebrate with you.”

Holding up a finger, Kakashi wiggled it disapprovingly. “It’s my birthday, that’s even worse,” he argued. “You think I don’t want to hang out with my grandson on my birthday?”

“I just didn’t think-“

“Well that’s normal for you,” Kakashi sighed as he propped his hand against his right cheek. Almost as soon as the words had left his mouth he was rewarded with a stern glare from his husband.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to say things like that.”

“He was going to leave Metal with Iruka.”

“And I am just as insulted by that as you are, but that does not mean you have a free pass to be rude.”

Weighing his husband’s words, Kakashi sighed. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, annoyed that he was being forced to apologize when it was him who had been insulted by Lee’s assumptions.

“I apologize if my decision insulted you,” Lee responded in kind, his hand reaching out to feel Metal’s forehead for a second. “I shouldn’t be gone for long. I’ll make sure to run as fast as I can to Suna and back.”

Imagining Lee returning exhausted and ready to collapse, Kakashi cringed. “Please, don’t. Just, take your time. Metal will be fine with us. He’ll even get a good breakfast this morning, if he has any appetite.”

“If not, he’ll more than make up for it once he’s feeling better,” Gai beamed. “I’ll make him his favorite food as soon as he’s well, and we’ll go for a ride around the village just as we always do.”

Shaking his head, Kakashi extended his hand out and flexed his fingers. A small gesture that Lee immediately picked up.

“Sakura said to give this to Metal twice a day,” he explained while digging his hand into his weapon’s pouch. Pulling out a small red bottle he promptly placed it into Kakashi’s hand. “Once in the morning, once at night. If his fever gets any worse take him to the hospital and ask for Sakura, and if you need to recall me-“

“We won’t,” pocketing the medicine, Kakashi started waving Lee off. “Now off you go. We’ll take care of metal. By the time you get home he’ll be feeling a thousand times better.”

“Two thousand times better,” Gai added, determined as always to one up Kakashi even in the most mundane things.

“Are you two sure. I really don’t want to ruin whatever plans you may have had.”

“Plans that can easily be adjusted to include Metal,” Kakashi insisted, refraining from physically pushing Lee away so that he would stop questioning his choice and get on with the mission he’d been given. “Go. Before I have to get the Hokage involved.”

“But…you-“

“Ah, not today,” he insisted, more determined to forget about his job for the day than he was to get Lee to leave them alone. “Now go.”

Taking the hint, Lee bent down and pressed a kiss against Metal’s forehead before straightening up, doing a one-hundred and eighty degree turn, and rushing off into the distance. As he watched him go, Kakashi couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Thinking of what you’re going to do when he gets back?” Gai asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips but his eyes glued on Metal sleeping soundly in his arms.

“Maybe,” shrugging his shoulders, Kakashi turned back into the house and slipped in behind Gai. His hands wrapped around the handles of his husband’s wheelchair, but he waited until Gai leaned down and unlocked each wheel before pulling the chair backward. “I mean, it’s a pretty big insult. He really thought we wouldn’t want to take care of metal on my birthday.”

“The biggest insult,” Gai agreed. “It will require no less than two thousand laps around the village to properly apologize to us for such an assumption.”

Kakashi cringed at the number. There was no doubt Lee could successfully survive two thousand laps around the village, even with the growth it had seen in the last seven years, but it still seemed a little over the top.

“How about we start small,” he suggested. “Like, twenty D-rank missions.”

“Fifty.”

Thinking it over, Kakashi nodded. ”Fifty D-rank missions,” he confirmed. “that’s a good start on the road to apology.”

With that decided, he slowly maneuvered Gai’s wheelchair until it was facing the kitchen. There was still a birthday breakfast to be made, and an entire day of activities at home that needed to be planned so that they could take of Metal while still enjoying the day.

Originally Kakashi had planned to go for a walk around Konoha with his husband after breakfast. Take in a few sights, visit with friends, get a stick of dango, and maybe relax by the river.

With a five-year-old running a fever, though, a walk through the village was no longer an option. Instead, Kakashi spent a significant amount of time after finishing his breakfast just trying to convince Metal to choke down some rice and miso soup. Once he’d done that he immediately climbed off of Gai’s lap so that he could go for his morning shower, and promptly crawled into Kakashi’s lap instead.

Unable to clear the table with his arms occupied, Kakashi opted to head to the living room instead. There he plopped down onto the couch and began reaching for the book he had sitting on the side table. What he could do with a sick child was limited, but reading was still on the list of acceptable activities and that was a big win.

“Grandpa?” Metal spoke up, his voice softer than usual. Forgetting about his book for the moment, Kakashi turned his attention to metal. “Can you read me something?”

“Read you something?” he aske, a little taken aback by the request. It wasn’t uncommon for kids to request a story or two when Kakashi was babysitting them, it was just not something Metal had a habit of doing. Most days he preferred to run around the garden, or goof around with Gai.

The fever seemed to be taking its toll on the poor kid.

“Please?” He pleaded, his tiny body shivering as it tried to fight off whatever it was attacking him.

“Alright,” retracting his hand he adjusted Metal in his arms and stood up. As soon as he was on his feet he turned toward the large bookshelf on the west side of the room and began scanning the shelves without even moving. “What kind of story do you want?”

“Anything.”

“Anything?” his eyes scanned through the chapter books he’d bought just a month ago. Originally, he’d purchased them for Sarada, who was always more than happy to cuddle up to him and listen to a longer story, but there were a few in the collection that he figured Metal might enjoy. “How about an action book?”

“No,” metal shook his head. “Something calmer.”

Kakashi held back the urge to question if Metal was really Lee’s son. In all the years he’d known his husbands student he’d never known him to turn down a good action story, or a movie full of flashy moves and epic fights. There was no denying that Metal was Lee’s kid, no matter how different their personalities were.

The eyebrows were a dead giveaway to his parentage.

“How about…” scanning through the books once more he smiled when he spotted one that he’d only selected because of the sale’s sticker on its front. “I have a book of short romance stories. What do you think?”

“Mmm,” cuddling up into Kakashi, metal nodded. “That sounds good.”

With that decided Kakashi made his way toward the bookshelf, leaned down, and grabbed the book. Once the goods were secured, he turned back around and headed straight for the couch once again.

Opening the book one handed, he used his thumb to flip through the pages until he reached the first story.

“Starlight dinner,” he read the title and flopped back down into the couch once again. As soon as he was comfortable, he felt Metal wiggling around a bit until he was positioned securely into his side with his eyes on the page. “Starlight guided Ayame as he made her way down the path with a cheerful tune falling from her lips and the bento box, she’d spent all afternoon filling with delicious foods clutched tightly in her hands.”

As the words fell from his lips he could feel Metal relaxing into his side.

Reading romance stories to his five-year-old adopted grandson wasn’t how Kakashi had imagined he’d spend his fortieth birthday, but as they settled into a comfortable rhythm, he found himself feeling thankful for the sudden change in his plans.

A book in his hands, one of his favorite people cuddled up into his side, and a nice relaxing atmosphere. There were few better ways he could think of to celebrate another year of surviving another year of existence.

Even with a fever holding him down, Metal still proved to be more energetic than most kids when they were perfectly healthy. After making it through two chapters and having a short nap in Kakashi’s arms, he was crawling out of Kakashi’s arms looking for something a bit more exciting to do.

When Gai had suggested going out to the garden, he and Kakashi had barely had time to put on their sandals before Metal was rushing out the door. He didn’t make it very far before the weariness caught up to him, leaving him standing beside the patch of carrots swaying a little.

Swooping in, Kakashi lifted him up into his arms and smiled as Metal’s laughter rang through the air. It was nice to see that even a virus couldn’t hold metal back from being the most adorable kid he’d ever seen.

“Got you,” he tipped metal back slightly so that his head hung down over his arm and listened to him squeal in mock protest. “Where do you think you’re going, hmmm? Running off like that.”

“Eggplant!” Metal cheered, mimicking the over exaggerated way Kakashi had declared his desire to grow his favorite vegetable when metal was helping him, and Gai plant the garden just a few weeks ago.

“You’re planning on attacking the eggplants?” he gasped, laying on the sense of betrayal thick. “But we haven’t even had an opportunity to try them! They’ve only just become large enough for picking!”

Behind him he could hear Gai chuckling, clearly enjoying the show that Kakashi was putting on.

“No!” Metal squealed as he was tipped back even further, his hands reaching up and grabbing hold of Kakashi’s shirt sleeve.

“It’s my duty as Hokage to protect Konoha,” Kakashi stated in the most serious voice he could muster up. “Every person, animal and vegetable in this village is precious to me. Even the eggplants.”

“Especially the eggplants,” rolling up to his side, Gai smiled up at him. “I’m certain you would choose to protect the eggplants over certain people within the village.”

Certain people were a creative way for his husband to mention the village elders, and Kakashi appreciated the caution he’d taken to disguise just who he was speaking of. Even in the safety of their home there was always someone listening, and even if Kakashi trusted most of his Anbu operatives not to pass on such unkind sentiments to the elders, he was also aware of the fact that some of them would feel obligated to inform the elders of his husband’s words since they were respected members of Konoha’s elite.

As much as he hated that they were still respected after everything they had done.

“Eggplants provide a valuable service to Konoha,” he defended himself, refraining from reminding his husband that the elders, and a few other people who resided within the village walls, did little more than siphon the village of valuable resources. “you agree with me, don’t you metal?”

Looking down at the tiny bundle in his arms, Kakashi watched as he struggled to lift his head just enough so he could lock eyes with Kakashi and stick his tongue out. “gross!” he declared. “Eggplants are yucky!”

“Ah , well in that case,” releasing his hold on Metal he watched as he began falling, his screech filling the air. Before he made it too far, though, Kakashi grabbed hold of him once again and pulled him right up against his chest.

“Kakashi!”

“Again!” Metal giggled over Gai’s horrified protests.

“Again?” sighing, Kakashi glanced back at his husband. “You here that? I’m trying to punish him, and he wants me to do it again.”

With his left hand over his heart, fingers twisted into his vest in a white-knuckle grip, Gai glared at Kakashi. Words were not necessary for him to understand just what his husband was trying to say to him.

If he dared to drop Metal again it wouldn’t matter how fast his reaction were. Gai would be revoking grandson privileges for the rest of the day, and he would be relegated to the spare bedroom when it was time for bed.

Effective punishments to deter him from fulfilling Metal’s cheerful request.

“maybe later,” he offered, slowly lowering Metal down until his feet touched the ground. “I think Grandpa Gai’s heart needs a little break from the more exciting things. He’s getting older, after all, and can’t handle as much.”

“You!” charging forth, Gai wrapped an arm around Metal’s waist and pulled him straight onto his lap. “You’ll see who’s getting old! Metal, let’s pick all the eggplants in the garden so that we can craft a delicious dinner for the birthday boy!”

With that, the two were off in a flurry of dust and youthful cheer. All Kakashi could do was stand there watching them charge toward the eggplants and hoping that Gai was not being serious when he said they would pick all of them.

If they did that, he’d be left with more eggplant than he could possibly eat for the next week, and nothing to enjoy after that. After all the work he’d put in to protect the garden from hungry bugs and animals he was determined to have eggplants to enjoy for at least two months.

Still, as he watched Gai come to a screeching halt directly in front of the eggplant patch and carefully help Metal down, he couldn’t bring himself to protest. Nothing was so precious to him that he would protect them at the cost of metal’s joy. Especially when the kid was already having such a rough day.

If they did pick all of the eggplants in his garden, it would be a costly but fair price to pay so that he could stand back and watch as Metal squealed with laughed while ripping through the eggplants.

As far as birthdays went, Kakashi’s had been rather relaxed.

Even though he’d crawled out of bed that morning with a plan, it had all been turned upside down when Lee arrived at his front door with Metal in his arms and a desperate request. One that he couldn’t possibly turn down, even if he’d wanted to.

So, instead of spending his day hanging out with friends and draining his social battery to critically low levels, Kakashi had spent the day inside reading stories, tending to his garden, and enjoying the company of his two favorite people.

Not that he hadn’t wanted to spend his day with other friends. He wouldn’t have planned it that way if it wasn’t what he’d wanted. Spending the day inside with two of his favorite people just happened to be the more relaxing option.

“I’m sorry, Grandpa.” Metal spoke with a soft voice, his head laying against Kakashi’s chest as he carried him toward the small bedroom that he and Gai had set up when their students first started having kids.

“Sorry? For what?”

“Ruining your birthday.”

Coming to a stop, Kakashi stared down at his grandson. “Ruining?” he frowned. “Why would you think you ruined my birthday?”

“You didn’t get to go out anywhere.”

“But I did get a delicious breakfast with my adorable husband-“

“I’ve been downgraded from Handsome?” Gai gasped, the sound of dishes clattering to the floor following his outburst.

“Anyways,” refraining from rolling his eyes at the long, defeated groan that echoed from the kitchen, he focused on metal’s unnecessary apology. “Breakfast with my adorable, clumsy husband and my favorite grandkid,” pausing, he frowned. “Maybe don’t tell Boruto and Sarada I said that, hmmm?”

Raising his left hand, Metal pinched his forefinger and thumb together and slid it across his mouth as if he was pulling an invisible zipper shut.

With a satisfied nod, Kakashi once again continued. “I also got to check on my garden, and you were kind enough to only pick three eggplants even after Grandpa Gai challenged you to pick all of them.”

“He’d never do that to you,” Metal giggled.

Kakashi couldn’t help but agree. Even though Gai could get caught up in his challenges he was also very capable of reigning himself in when he knew something was going too far. The only person he was willing to hurt in his challenges was himself, and that was all in the name of self improvement.

When they were younger Kakashi had tried to convince his partner to reign it in. to give his body a break rather than pushing it past the breaking point. Over the years he’d come to realize that it was more practical to ‘interrupt’ Gai’s training with a challenge when he was pushing himself too hard. It seemed to be the only way to get him to stop before he collapsed into a heap of exhaustion and pain.

“Still,” coming to a stop in front of the tatami matt, Kakashi lowered himself slowly so that he was sitting on his feet. A task that proved to be more difficult with Metal in his arms but which he still successfully accomplished with minimal discomfort. “I appreciate that you held yourself back. Not every five-year-old can ignore a fun challenge in favour of sparing their old grandpa’s feelings.”

Slowly he leaned forward and lowered Metal onto the mat.

“Boruto would have dug up every single eggplant,” cringing at the mental image that popped into his head, Kakashi decided that as soon as he was done putting Metal to bed he was going to have a talk with his husband about who he was allowed to challenge to such extreme tasks.

His garden could not handle Uzumaki Boruto charging through it with a challenge to pick every last item. The kid was a perfect copy of his father’s personality in all of the ways that were guaranteed to give Kakashi a massive headache.

“Let’s just…not think of that,” he sighed, willing away that thought and focusing on the task at hand. Once Metal was laying comfortably on the mat he grabbed the folded blanket he’d put down earlier and let it fall open. He then proceeded to place the blanket over Metal, making sure to tuck in every little bit under the boys tiny body.

He wasn’t quite sure why, but Metal always loved being fully tucked in. Any corner left untucked would be complained about until Kakashi fixed it, and as much as he loved his grandson, he did not want to spend his birthday listening to such complaints.

“Grandpa?”

“Hmmm?”

“Happy Birthday.”

A smile tugged at his lips when he heard the gentle words fall from Metal’s mouth. When he was younger Kakashi had resigned himself not to think about his birthdays. He’d accepted that every birthday was a symbol of another year he’d failed to protect his precious comrades.

Now, birthdays were special. Not quite the same as when he was still a child standing at the kitchen counter watching his father prepare his favorite dinner for him, but something to be cherished.

“Thank you,” placing a hand over Metal’s forehead he watched as his eyes slid shut. The heat radiating off of Metal had gone down a bit throughout the day, but it still lingered. He hoped that a bit of sleep would help to fight off the last bit of fever.

Only time would tell.

“Grandpa?”

“Yes?” he asked, smiling when Metal turned his head toward him but kept his eyes shut. “What can I do for you, little turtle?”

“Tell me a story?”

“A story? Would you like me to go get one from the bookshelf?”

“No,” metal cracked his right eye open and stared up at him with soft black eyes. “A story about you and Grandpa Gai.”

“Hmmm, well in that case,”: searching his memory banks he slowly sifted through the hundreds of memories he had with Gai. There was the time the two of them had gotten lost on a mission and ended up in the middle of a small village holding a festival to celebrate the fall harvest, as well as the time they had decided to have a race around the village only to go crashing head first into the dango shop.

Emi-san still wouldn’t let them hear the end of that one.

“How about,” he smiled as another precious memory popped up. “The time your Grandpa Gai accidently insulted Bull?”

“Kakashi, No!” The sound of wheels screeching against the floor followed his husband’s protests, but it was too late. Both of Metal’s eyes had flown open and now stared at Kakashi with sparkling excitement. He couldn’t possibly deny him such a juicy story when it was clear he wanted to hear it. “Kakashi!”

“Mmmm, see, I’d summoned the hounds to help us out with a mission we were on. Your Grandpa Gai had an injury on his leg that was making it difficult for him to walk, and as much as I do love carrying him when he’s injured…”

“Kakashi!” Gai’s wheelchair came to a screeching halt just outside the bedroom door. Looking back, Kakashi just smiled as his husband sat there glaring at him.

“Please, Grandpa,” Metal pleaded, his hands clasping in front of him and eyes bigger than Kakashi had ever seen them before.

Dragging his eyes away from Kakashi, though not before giving him a very firm glare that told him exactly how Gai felt about him even bringing up that story, Gai sighed when he saw the tear eyed expression on Metal’s face.

There were a lot of things Gai could say no to. Over the years he’d even managed to build up a resistance to Kakashi’s patented puppy dog eyes, which was most unheard of. Kakashi blamed it on his overuse of the puppy dog eyes over the years, since it was an expression that still worked a hundred percent of the time against Tenzo and about sixty percent of the time against Shizune.

One thing he had not built up any sort of resistance against, however, was his grandson’s twist on the puppy dog eyes. The moment Metal whipped out those teary eyes and jutted his lip out into the most adorable pout Kakashi had witnessed in his lifetime, Gai was done for.

Today was no different. One look at Metal’s sad face and the annoyance melted away.

“Fine.” Metal let out a triumphant cheer while Gai shoot a warning glare Kakashi’s way. A small reminder that even though Metal was getting what he wanted Kakashi was still in trouble for bringing up the story.

Though he was certain he’d be able to convince Gai to forgive him with a few sweet praises and some well-placed kisses.

“Now, where was I,” lifting his eyes up to the ceiling he set his forefinger against his lips and made a show of thinking about what he had said before. “ah, right! Gai’s leg was injured, and I couldn’t carry him at the time because I’d sustained an injury on my shoulder that made it difficult for me to carry him. To solve the problem, I summoned my trusty hounds to lend us a helping hand.”

A groan echoed through the room, but Kakashi ignored it.

The only thing that mattered to him in the moment was the five-year-old laying comfortably in his bed clinging to every word he said. The story had to be perfect, and to make it perfect Kakashi had to ensure that not a single moment was forgotten.

A fact he knew Gai was aware of, and which he’d be paying for dearly as soon as Metal fell asleep.

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