#he’s like that’s MY poor little meow meow thank you be much

[waddup-its-homegirl]

Raj greenstreet is like every tumblr girlie I know:

- would kill to avenge their lover

- After getting stabbed by a possessed guy “No, I don’t think I want to leave him, Look at him. He’s pitiful.”

[bumblingbabooshka]

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[confetti-critter]

The night is young and I am free to do whatever my heart desires but unfortunately I have once again found myself trapped in the Time Prison and so I

[bunnis-monsters]

Cat hybrid reader going through her first heat after taking heat suppresent pills all her life with werewolf husband(NSFW obv). This sounds kinda cute in my head.... I can't explain it.... Like getting married and then finally deciding that you want to let yourself go through a natural process which you were suppressing all your life.

Happy 5k! If this isn't something you'll write, I am sorry, please do not block me, I can't tell if this is following the rules or not.

Your husband held your hand as you started the morning without taking your heat suppressant pill for the first time.

You wanted to have kittens with him so badly, and he wanted to fuck you full of pups, so the two of you decided that it was beast for you to temporarily stop taking them so you could mate properly.

“You think it’ll be okay?” he asked, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

You frowned, leaning against him. “I’m not sure… it’ll take a few days for the suppressant to leave my system. I’ll find out then…”

And find out you did.

Your husband returned home after a long day of work, only for his cock to immediately strain against his pants when he picked up the smell of your heat. He could hear your desperate little mews from the bedroom, walking in to see you crying and begging for release.

You had never felt such an ache in your cunt, and had never really felt the urge to masturbate so you had no idea what to do. He watched you struggle to finger yourself and play with your clit, your pretty kitty tail rubbing against your fat, wet pussy.

“Poor baby, can’t even make herself cum…”

He fucked his fingers into you, making your back arch. “Mmph! P-please, need more!”

You panted, your body feeling like it was on fire. His fingers were a little help, but it was like throwing a bucket of water on a house fire.

You needed more.

“Shh, sweetheart. Gotta stretch you out, okay? Can you be my good girl and wait for me?”

He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, trying his best to stretch you out as quickly as possible.

You nearly lost it when you felt him kiss your inner thigh, his lips moving to your fat pussy. He licked your clit, sucking on it as his fingers kept fucking into you.

After a few moments you cried out, cumming on his fingers and writhing on the bed. Orgasming while in heat was like nothing you’d ever felt before!

Your entire body spasmed as he pulled out his fingers from your aching pussy with a wet squelch. It took him a second to compose himself, watching your pussy ooze. There was a mess under your hips already, and your scent alone was driving him insane!

He already towered over you, but now he seemed to loom over your body like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

He rolled you onto your fat tummy, lifting your hips so he could properly mount you. By now, he was going off of pure instinct, ready to breed his fertile little mate.

“Mew…”

You let out a pathetic little meow as he sunk into you. The two of you had sex before, but now it was an entirely different experience.

The pleasure was multiplied tenfold, and he was so much more intense than he had been previously. “Wanna make puppies with you! W-wanna-!”

You buried your face into the pillow as he pounded your kitty cunt. His grip on your tail made you cry out, arching your back so he could reach you better.

Your hips and legs were easily lifted off the bed as he began using your fat pussy to get off, his mind fat gone. You didn’t mind, the feeling of him knotting you and filling your belly with cum over and over again was the only thing helping to calm the heat in your body.

The next day, your mate fussed over you, feeling terrible that he went overboard and lost control.

“I’m sorry, little one… your heat, it just-“

You butted your head against him affectionately, purring as he began to pet you.

“I think it’s what I needed… thank you for being with me for my first heat.”

“Of course… I’m your husband and mate, it’s my responsibility to take care of you.”

The two of you spent the morning cuddling in bed, soft purrs and loving mews filling the air.

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[teddybeartoji]

toji is a cat dad. the cat looks so fucking tiny next to him that it's a little comical actually. they spend every morning together – the cat twirls around and between his legs as he's grabbing the food, quietly meowing and purring. toji smiles softly to himself at the little thing's neediness. so cute.

the cat also just loves to follow toji around the apartment. always. he goes to the bathroom? the cat goes to the bathroom. he's cooking in the kitchen? the cat is in the kitchen. he's asleep in the bed? the cat is in the bed. (big man toji stomping around the house with the smallest cat in the world running after him.......... guys i'm melting i'm dying)

ok but he was a little weirded out by the cat's need to be in the bathroom with him lmao. like he's taking a piss and he looks over his shoulder only to find the little kitten just staring up at him with big eyes😭😭😭 toji grumbles under his breath and tries to ignore him but then he ends up looking over his shoulder again, hoping that he left but no. he's still there. sitting like :3 😭😭😭😭

"yer fuckin' weird..." is what toji tells him as he places the cat on the bathroom counter and he just gets a cute meow back as a reply. the cat watches him brush his teeth and toji has to fight the thing because he's now in the sink????? toji needs to spit out the toothpaste but the critter is getting comfortable in the bowl and he actually feels bad abt pushing him away... wahh he's so soft actually guys i can't do this anymore.

if the cat happens to be a big meower, toji's definitely talking back to him. he literally goes "what're ya yappin' about, lil man? 🤨🤨" while looking at the tiny creature. but he loves it, he thinks it's so funny. he picks the little guy up and just stares at him up close O.O (plss the cat is literally like the size of his palm i'm dying it's so cute).

he also likes to carry the cat on his shoulder. i think every cat would actually love toji so much, this is also canon here you cannot argue with me. and i think they'd all find him very comforting? and i think they'd love to sleep on him. so whenever he's cooking and the cat paws at his legs, he just picks him up and places him on his shoulder.

he once did that when shiu was over and he was just ????????? like man what are you doing put the damn cat down ????????? and toji just went. "no. he wants to see." with a blank face. to him it's very obvious. c'mon, the cat is so little, he has no idea what's happening up here, ofc he wants to see??????? smh shiu do better😒😒😒

oh and this was definitely just a stray cat he took in btw. after a long day at work, he was just walking home with a cig between his lips when he heard the teeeniest tiniest little meow coming from behind the dumpster in an alley. and well... the curiosity got the best of him and he went to check it out aaand lo and behold!!!!!!! itty bitty kitty!!!!

big eyes peering up at him behind a thrash bag, he just knew he couldn't leave the poor thing there. he reached out his hand, letting the kitty smell him and he almost dropped his cig when he actually leaned into his touch immediately!!!! that's his baby now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he held the cat to his chest as he made his way home and he even stopped by a little corner store to buy him something to eat. the cashier did look at him with a raised brow bc what the fuck this massive man is holding the smallest cat in the world, but toji didn't mind. he didn't care. the cat slept on his back that very same night.

ALSO. thank u @kentophilia for putting this idea in my head ily<33 during the late hours of the day, toji lays in bed while reading his book with his glasses on – the cat stands on his chest with a determined face. he's already purring even though toji hasn't even done anything. he's just soo comforting and the cat just loves him soooo much okay:((((( toji lowers his book to look at the thing before scratching the top of his head and smiling to himself when the cat closes his eyes and purrs even louder.

the cat ends up trying to make biscuits on him and that makes toji yelp lmao. the tiny little claws dig into his warm skin as the he kneads toji like he's a piece of dough. purring and content – toji doesn't have it in him to make him stop either. it's not like it actually hurts, he was just caught off-guard. he didn't get scared by a cat btw, he didn't. in the end, he keeps reading his book with his one hand while petting the creature with the other. this is their routine. they're family!!!!!!!

anyway. he loves his little kitty cat with all his heart and he would literally kill for him:33333

[sm-baby]

Dissection/Theory Analysis of Able:

So we all know about how Caine constantly feels undermined by his little brother's overachieving, but how does Able feel about it? I think the things that he does aren't ill-intended - he's instead trying to keep up with the great achievements of his older brother(how Caine knows multiple languages and has many accolades) and in his admiration of his brother's feats incidentally surpasses them from all the effort he puts into each act. Each pursuit he bests Caine in is just an attempt to better understand his brother by becoming a master in the things Caine likes.

Able is inherently people-pleasing, and that initial urge to perform exceptionally and be praised for it(starting with Caine and their parents) has expanded so much that the need to be the "good brother" is something that has fully taken over his identity - causing his gentleman act and his superior skill in everything Caine does. It is no longer just having the right cards to play at the right time to impress others, he must always be on top and visibly be doing so(aka why his face is the four aces in a suit of cards).

But, he's become so blinded by the need to excel in everything he does that he's gone into complete tunnel vision with his "perfect" facade and feels that his brother is the closest thing he has to a real connection with someone without having to be "the best". And even then, with his own brother, he's not comfortable enough to completely let his guard down and be a person without focusing on pleasing everyone around him

This is a long ask sorry haha

I love my man Able and I have so many theories about how he's handling all the pressure(I'm down bad for him AND want to psychoanalyze him since you gave us such juicy material in the Freakshow fic(which I'd guess is at least partially true to the direction you're heading with him in the carnival and normal aus)). He's my poor little meow meow(even tho he seems mostly fine in all the art we've seen of him) :)

Freakshow Au by: @hootbon

This made me so incredibly happy i couldn't help but doodle him over and over,,

I love psycho-analysis of my characters,, gonna read this over and over.. man you put my ideas for him into WORDS and that's the coolest thing ever.. i never thought Able would be described as "people pleasing" but MAN.. YOU ARE ABSOLUTLY CORRECT... GOD DAM...

Also aboslutely estatic that you took his psycho-analysis from the chosen one fic.. yesss.. i am very happy with Able and Caine's relationship and I'm especially happy with freakshow able's writing in both the fic and just in general. thank you for this,, made my night!

[emeritusemeritus]

hello! absolutely love your writing and so happy to find someone who likes the weasley twins too! :D if it’s not too much trouble, i’d like to request a little drabble with fred where the reader adopts a ginger cat and fred finds it funny? thank you! <3

Hi Anon! Thank you so much, we are all definitely Weasley Twin lovers over here! It’s my pleasure, this was really fun to write 😂 hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: minor sexual references, brief talk of curses, fluff and humour, a million ginger jokes, mentions of future kids.

Word count: 1.1k

Ginger Root

"Hey baby," Fred shouts out as he steps through the door to the flat above the shop on his lunch break, instantly loosening his tie and popping open the top shirt button that was slowly choking him.

He briefly waits for you to reply but hears nothing, so he goes looking for you. He's hoping that you'd made him something to eat for his dinner, though of course he didn't expect it if you. The shop had been ridiculously busy this last week and the thought of having to stand and make something to eat in his break hour seemed too far of a stretch for him. He's also hoping for a cuddle, needing to feel you back in his arms for a little while whilst he can, and even more hopefully he wonders if he can convince you to cuddle naked, horizontally on the bed.

He freezes upon walking into the living room, seeing a single ginger cat sat proudly on his sofa. It's comical almost how he freezes at seeing the seemingly harmless cat, looking around the empty flat as if there's an audience waiting for his reaction that he was being pranked.

He walks slowly over to the cat, approaching it with as much caution as he would a hippogriff, squatting down beside the content kitty that barely flicks it's eyes over to the intruder, sitting pride of place in Fred's usual spot.

"Okay," Fred says seriously to the cat, their faces only inches apart as he gives the kitty a questioning look, attempting to level with the feline. "You've either been cursed or you've never told me you were an animagus in the, what, 10 years we've been together?" He waits a moment for any feedback from the cat but hears nothing.

"Give me a little meow if you've been cursed and I'll fix it right away."

"Meow."

You laugh as Fred jumps at your sudden noise, falling back onto his haunches after losing his balance in surprise, arms scrambling to stop himself and failing miserable, which only adds to the hilarity of the situation.

"Godric woman," he grumbles, mock-clutching his heart as he gets up using the coffee table as leverage. He looks towards you and you smile widely seeing his heated cheeks, the look in his eyes devilish as he seeks revenge, especially as he eyes what you're wearing.

You're leaning on the doorframe, wrapped in a fluffy white towel fresh from the shower and enjoying every second of seeing Fred recover from your unplanned prank. His eyes are focused on your towel, the little tuck hidden within the slope of your breasts and the smirk on his face looks almost dangerous as you try and figure out his next move.

"But your lunch!" You squeal as he lunges as you, lips first attacking your neck.

"It can wait," he mumbles, finding his roaring appetite for food suddenly replaced by something else.

"So you found him, or her?"

"Him... I think," you say, pulling a fresh Tshirt on as Fred buttons up his shirt, leaving the tie off for now.

"He was shivering in a box next to the leaky cauldron... I couldn't leave him there Freddie." You hoped Fred wouldn't be mad, that he'd understand your desperate need to rescue the poor little kitty.

"I know sweetheart," he says with a small smile, eyes gentle with understanding.

You walk ahead of Fred as you both made your way back to the living room, pausing briefly to scratch the little sleepy cat on the sofa before you stepped into the kitchen to pull yours and Fred's pre-made lunch out of the fridge. He kisses you as a way of thanks as you both take a seat on the unoccupied sofa and eat the lunch you'd prepared earlier.

"Have you named him yet?" Fred says, taking a massive bite out of his sandwich, hardly able to talk with his mouth full of food. You pull a face of disgust for a moment at his lack of eating etiquette but drop it once you look upon the cute cat app curled up on the other sofa.

"Not yet, still thinking of options," you say, mentally running through the admittedly short list of monikers you'd come up with on the way home.

"Well with that hair he's definitely a Weasley," Fred beams, "very on brand."

"Think your mum will knit him a jumper for Christmas? Or a little scarf?" You joke, earning a snort of laughter from your boyfriend as his delighted face takes another large bite, thankfully not speaking through this one.

"What shall we name you little Weasley?" You say, looking upon your new friend.

"Well it can't be George, s'got two ears," Fred mumbles through a devilish smirk.

"Fred!" You say, scandalised by his words, though you can hardly contain your chuckle that follows only moments later.

"What about Minerva?" You can, casting your eyes towards Fred to watch his reaction, seeing him nearly choke on the last bite of his sandwich at your suggestion.

"Marmalade? Keeping with the ginger theme."

"Garfield?"

"Eh?" Fred frowns, missing the joke entirely.

"It's a muggle thing.. oh! Thomas O'Malley!"

Again Fred gives you a bewildered stare that makes a giggle slip out of you.

"Muggle film, the ginger cat. We could name him after him!  Abraham Delacey Giuseppi Casey Thomas o malley... Weasley."

"Or we could not," Fred says blankly.

"Ron?" You ask, trying to glance at the cat's face to see what else would spring to mind.

"No, it's too clean," Fred jokes, nodding his head towards the cat.

"Squash? Cheddar? Pumpkin?"

"Stop naming food!" Fred calls out with a laugh before he pauses, clearly thinking. "Wait I like pumpkin! Pumpkin Weasley?"

"Our first child," you joke, throwing your legs over his as you lean back on the sofa. You knew he'd have to be going back to work soon so you'd take what you could get.

"Great we can name our children after root vegetables," Fred says with a mock roll of his eyes, big hands coming up to stroke your legs as he pulls them deeper into his lap.

"Ginger's a root vegetable, they'd fit right in," you beam, looking at your boyfriend's fiery locks, secretly hoping that whatever children you'd have would share this certain characteristic.

"Oh yeah! Meet the twins, parsnip and turnip," he jests, laughing as your eyes widen in horror at his words, knowing that it would be just your luck to get your own mini version of George and Fred.

"Who said anything about twins?!"

"Maybe we'll just stick with the cat then," he smirks, joining your gaze towards your new best friend, realising that it might not be a bad thing after all to expand your family.

"We'll start with Pumpkin."

[deikshen]

omg I love your snake demon shen yuan au! if shen yuan is currently at the prize hunting/gift giving stage of courting luo binghe, does that mean he skipped over fighting him out of respect/fear? or can we expect a tussle in the future (with luo binghe allowing himself to lose ofc)?

MEOW THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!

Honestly, and thinking about it very carefully, I think it can be applied as each demonic species has its predetermined courtships. I mean, yes, demons are inherently violent towards others within the cortege, but I think this species particularly of snake demons would rather go for brute force than for "I can show you how powerful and strong I am by bringing you beasts that no one else could hunt", something like - they demonstrate their power that should be feared or respected in a more strategically subtle way. I also feel that they would go more for a hard strategy than to rush headlong into a fight unless it is a direct provocation

That is to say, I think the message of being feared and respected would be clear if some rare beast appeared at Luo Binghe's door, still dying, with not a wound other than the clean mark of the poisoning of the demon fangs. Like, "look how powerful my venom is, look what it can do, look how I can provide with this for you!!!". I mean, of course it's something Luo Binghe could have hunted with a sword or his hands, but for SOMEONE to have done just to prove a point in their courtship that is unexpectedly funny for him

Thinking about it because I'm a bit of a bitch when it comes to inventing demonic things, maybe some things are particularly hard to get-hunt unless you're a stealthy snake demon with powerful venom. So there's Shen Yuan sighing and having to get his hands dirty because well, his Emperor HAS to see his worth as a suitor- I think that would be the only thing that would make him wrinkle his nose, poor boy, he wants to inspect more beasts and learn from them that he wants to kill

Although I guess it would be funny if, err, at some point the demon court was like "nooo the courtship isn't complete because he hasn't proven he can fight with Junshang!! He doesn't deserve Junshang's attentions!!", idk, they are just irritating and perhaps against this marriage because, after all, it doesn't even make political sense? A waste of resources? they are little bit to be a pain in the ass more than anything, as if they could influence Luo Binghe's opinion lol

But of course Shen Yuan just has to accept that, oh well he'll have this impending tussle with Luo Binghe, exactly THIS is how he wanted to end his week!!! (sarcasm, of course) Anyway, he's willing because, aha, if that's the way he should go...

Luo Binghe would definitely allow himself to lose because he WANTS this pretty suitor as his handsome husband (accepting his destiny of being a wife, please, he has already decided what his path will be), but I think he would fall dramatically to his knees when some other random suitor wants to take advantage from the whole situation and attack Luo Binghe too in the middle of the fight and Shen Yuan is just like "bitch I've been courting the Emperor for weeks to get here fuck you" and he ripped it out a piece of his jugular or something

It's not that Luo Binghe is surrendering, but, eh, there's a lot of blood, chaos and confusion and I guess the court accepts it as valid heheheh

I'M SORRY YOU GAVE ME SPACE TO RAMBLE AND YUM YUM YUM NOW I HAVE SNACKS TO GO WITH MY TEA HAHAHA THANKS FOR ASKING (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

[valentine-cafe]

the crime towards the lack of vinicio content is murdering me, i have to fix that.

so ! he wants a cat, right ? 👀 how about, he started dating reader, and one day they decide to show him the small home they have and then, when they go to cuddle in their bedroom, he sees two cats sleeping there, and reader goes "btw, forgot to introduce to you my babies !" and start telling cute stories about the cat.

(gender neutral reader please ! also, keep up the good work, mwah)

˖⁺. ﹙ obscure shadow monster bf x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . It licked my nose !! 🍒 :  inhuman ˖ monster artist ˖ demon ﹙ verse 781 vinicio ﹚

Vinicio finally gets to meet your cats, which he had no clue you had in the first place! Being the cat lover he is, how can he hold himself back from picking them up for cuddles immediately and wanting to learn more about them?

dull forest green eyes light up with such immense amounts of happiness at the sight of the big balls of fluff napping on your bed. His hand immediately reaching out to pet one of them but hesitating.

"Oh my god. Do they like being pet?" He asks quietly, scared of waking them up.

How much more adorable can he get? It is gravely amusing to watch one of the men around town everyone deems scary, cold and stoic, melt at the sight of your two babies. You can't not let out a little laugh of affection and reach out for the cats to pick one of them up and very gently hand it over to him.

His spine shivers with excitement at the little meow it lets out when he takes it in his hold and frowns at how adorable it is.

"She's actually only 2 years old now- found her on the side of a street with her brother. The poor things. . ." You murmur, picking up the other cat to give him some scritches behind his ear. The cat's ear twitching while he stretches out on your lap and nuzzles into your tummy to go back to sleep.

"You found these two all alone?" The man feels his heart break into pieces at the notion of these two being left all alone. Cold and abandoned. Thank the gods that you found them at the end of the day. They're happy and healthy now clearly.

You give him a simple nod and share with him a lovely little smile as you gesture for him to sit down next to you on the bed.

It does not take long for him to join you. His ears open to all of the stories you have to share and tell about the cats which both betray you as they crawl onto him. As though he's a magnet to them!

"Well they sure seem to be getting quite fond of you quick." You chuckle and fold your arms, leaning your head against his shoulder. The tip of your finger gently pokes at the brother's nose and gets napped gently by the sister's.

"They were on the side of a road. . . I assumed someone dropped them off to make sure someone found them." You explain, hand reaching over to grab two packs of tuna sticks for them.

As you drop one into Vinicio's hand, he rips it open and starts feeding the cat he first received, while you feed her brother and sit and continue to tell the story of how you found them and raised them. Which eventually turns into sillier stories to lighten the mood.

"He rolled over her so hard both of them tumbled into the small pond and flew out of it almost immediately after." You snort, barely noticing that his own laugh joins the beautiful symphony of yours. His hand moves to squeeze at your waist and brings you closer to feel the way you vibrate when you chuckle and lean back against him for support.

[heisenbergs-magnetic-dick]

captain whiskers getting scritched on the butt is so funny because cats raise their butt For No Reason and when he turns back into wesker. Well.

that's it that's the rq 💓 wishing you out of your block!

butt scritches

wesker & reader

summary: you let a hungry stray into your house and he’s the snobbiest little shit ever

no use of y/n - gn!reader

a/n: this idea is extremely funny to me 😭🙏 especially since Wesker is such a serious character lmao. sorry this took so long I got sick in the middle of writing it and had absolutely zero energy for anything these last few days 😞 anyways THANK YOU 🫶🫶

At first, you didn’t think much of it. What appeared to be a stray cat kept showing up in your backyard, so why not give it something to eat before it went on its way? Only… what started as one can of tuna soon became two cans—then three cans, four, and so on.

At some point, this stray’s visits got so frequent that you started picking up some wet food along with your regular shopping. After all, too much human food couldn’t be healthy for the poor creature. Or so you thought until the cat smacked away the first can of cat food as soon as the scent hit his face.

His whiskers twitched and his ears folded back in a disgusted manner. This happened a couple of times until you decided to give in and let him dine with you every night at dinner. Of course, you didn’t want to sit outside each night and wait for him to finish eating… so you started bringing him inside. In hindsight, it might not have been one of your better ideas.

Lord only knows what kind of diseases the little fleabag was carrying. Did you care, though?

Of course not.

Besides! How could you deny that round, cuddly face and sharp blue eyes? A strangely unique shade, those eyes. They almost looked sort of human, but you tried not to look into it too much before you creeped yourself out too much.

…

It’s 5:30 again.

Your four-legged guest is more punctual than most people you know. He’s always right on time— and lets out the most irritated meows if you’re a minute late to let him in.

Treading over to your backdoor, you slide it open and the orange tabby struts into your home. He makes a B-line towards the dining room (where he sits across you every night).

“You’re really making a dent in my bank account,” you sigh as you watch the cat tear into half a pound of salmon right before your eyes. You could’ve sworn a fly drifted out of your wallet at the register earlier. Of course, the cat pays you no mind.

You forget he’s only here for the food.

“Hm… how many other people are you finessing like this?” you ask rhetorically. “You look too well-fed to not be eating three square meals a day,”

The cat pauses his eating, to your surprise, and he lets out a sharp meow as if he’s talking back. You nearly drop your fork. You already figured that this cat was a little different than most others.

For starters, he acts like a person. He even communicates as such—just like right now. Always meowing after you spoke to him, but you knew some cats were just talkative and liked meowing… but responding to your questions was a different thing, though.

Or maybe this is your Disney princess moment. Maybe you’re the chosen one and you’re actually some kind of animal whisperer. Next time you see another stray, you’ll talk to it and see if it responds to test your wild theory.

As you finish up your meal, so does the cat, signalling that it’s time to leave. You go to pick him up, but he leaps off the table gracefully before you even get close to him.

You follow him back to the sliding doors where he came from, and he meows at you with all the impatience in the world until he hears the lock click and the door opening. You try to pet him before he heads out, but he hisses at your fingers barely grazing the top of his fuzzy little head.

“Fine. Be that way, ya shit.” You say, slightly annoyed as the cat hurries out the door so he can spend the night out in fuck-knows-where. At least Raccoon City was stray friendly… for the most part. “Be safe, dude,”

You shut the door, with the thoughts of spending the rest of your evening glued to your couch and finish watching The Lost Boys. Except right before you’re able to grab a few snacks to indulge in— the meowing starts. It’s the stray, of course. Who else would it be at this hour?

A defeated sigh escapes your lips and turn on your heel muttering to yourself. “What, forget your wallet or something?” you jokingly ask as you approach the door again.

Oh.

It’s raining.

Well… you can’t just leave him out there, can you? And judging by the angered look the creature gives you as the rain continues to soak his fur—he wants to come back in. You let him in, and immediately he begins to shake like a maraca in an attempt to dry himself. Though, by the looks of it, he’s gonna need more than a simple shake to dry off.

“Hold on, wait here. I’ll get a warm towel to dry you, how’s that?” You ask. The cat looks up at you for a moment before planting his butt down on the doormat. “Good. I shouldn’t be long,”

Wandering through your house, you slip into the laundry room and pull a towel from your dryer (which is thankfully not empty since you had started the laundry earlier). It’s not too hot, so you deem it suitable enough for the cat. You head back to the little guy and see that he’s licking away at his fur to get the moisture out.

“Jesus, you couldn’t even wait a minute… come ‘ere.” You say, crouching in front of the cat and dropping the towel on him. With both hands you gently rub him down thoroughly through the towel, his fur becoming tousled and pointing in all directions.

Low meowing her heard from underneath the cloth so you stop, instead you do your best to wrap him up so he’s snug before picking him up and holding him tight to your chest as if he were a baby. But all cats are the cutest little babies to you. Angels sent down from above even with how prissy they got.

You carry him into the living room, deciding that he can warm up with you while you watch tv. Surprisingly, he hasn’t tried to escape your impromptu swaddle. He’s actually purring.

At least he’s comfortable, you think.

…

Almost an hour into your evening, the cat ends up falling asleep in your lap, purring quietly even in his sleep. It gets you thinking… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if you actually took him in— he’d be your cat instead of just a stray going from place-to-place.

It could be nice, anyway.

Half-asleep, you yawn and your hand absentmindedly finds its way to the cat’s tail end and you give him a few scratches. At the feeling of your fingertips combing through his fur and getting every itch, he raises his rear as he purrs some more, eyes slowly fluttering open as you continue to scratch him.

You hardly have time to process that such a stuck up, demanding cat is giving into your affection with your eyelids drooping shut. You should really head to bed soon… you don’t exactly want to spend the night on your couch, even with a kitty curled up on you. Alas, the events of your day catch up to you and you shut your eyes mid-scratch.

However, they shoot right back open as a roughly ten pound creature soon becomes two-hundred pound… man…? No… that can’t be right— the cat was just here! Immediately, you retract your hand.

You rub your eyes to make sure this isn’t just you being tired. Why else would a grown man be lying across your lap— back arched slightly and your hand rests on his lower back, with a towel resting on his head. The very same towel that was just holding a stray cat in its confines.

You’re completely speechless, mouth agape as you see this man slowly lift his head, relaxing his position on you. He seems to be unaware of the situation, disheveled hair and an almost dazed look on his face. It doesn’t take him long to sit up and notice that you’re there. It’s then that those bright blue eyes of his widen and his mouth falls open.

He says nothing, only backing up and getting off the couch in such speed that it could only be described as unreal.

Snapping out of your trance-like state you swallow thickly and finally, you find your voice again. “… what the fuck.”

a/n: as you can see I went a lil overboard and wrote too much but I’m lowkey back on my shit now so yayay.!.!.!!!! also I’m SO SORRY this is late 😞💔 I been sick so erm.. and I been playing re4r for the first time AND IT WAS SM FUNNNN I LOVED IT.

[themissinghand]

ghhhhh i have a massive Beru brainrot,,,,z he won't get out of my headdd... can I request a cute little crack fic about a gn/male reader who returns from a fancy gathering or party they're drunk? they get overly excited to see Beru, and uh- basically this happens

The lip gloss scent wouldn't come off, and Beru smells like cherries for a few days. Jinwoo witnessed this happen to Beru lmao

also the relationship between Beru n the reader is platonic, they just like Beru..., little meow meow..

take care!

Solo Leveling: Little Meow Meow ^-^

Summary: In which loving Beru is like loving a cat. 

Or Beru is too cute not to love.

Pairing: Platonic! Beru and M! reader.

Note: Thanks for being patient! 

Warning: None. Just fluffy goodness. 

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Beru watched as you stumbled into the apartment. 

In fact, he had watched the young man go into a bar filled with laughter, music, and clinking glasses.

Now, Beru almost popped out from the shadows had you not held onto the wall with all your might. 

His Liege had asked him to watch over his little friend, to make sure that you were not harmed or taken advantage of. Beru also knows that His Liege cares about you very much, considering how much you had supported his family through tough times as a B-class hunter. 

“B-Beru? Is that you?” You hiccuped, before you rubbed your eyes. Beru jumped at the sudden call of his name, and didn’t know how you manage to spot him without revealing himself.

“Beru~ I know you’re there~” You take a step, but tumble over. Luckily, Beru was there to catch you. 

"Beru! My favourite lil man~" you exclaimed, your words slightly slurred. "You won't believe the party I just came from! It was incredible!"

Beru tilted his head, a silent acknowledgment of your presence, instead, leading you to the sofa. The drunk man, however, paid no mind to Beru's stoic demeanor. Instead, you gave the shadow knight a wide grin.

"You know, Beru, you're like my own little meow meow," you giggled, reaching out to rub the creature's head. Beru shivered, a foreign feeling bloomed from within.

Suddenly, you cupped Beru's face and brought it closer to your own. 

"You're so cute, Beru, You’re like a little kitty!" you cooed, and without another warning, your lips pressing against the creature's forehead.

Beru immediately jumped back, surprised by his own avoidance and embarrassment. Is this what humans do when they get drunk?!

Luckily HIs Liege can’t get drunk, because humans are like a different person when they are drunk! 

If Beru wasn’t here, what if you did this to someone else! That would be embarrassing! 

“Beru~” While Beru’s head was filled with question marks and danger signals as more scenarios pop up, you however, weren't satisfied with just one kiss. 

You dive towards him and continued to shower Beru with affectionate pecks, your enthusiasm fueled by the alcohol coursing through your veins.

Also, were you wearing lip gloss?? Why does it smell like cherries?!

Beru, being smothered with kisses, he quickly held you up and away from him. He didn't know what to do.

My Liege! 

Jinwoo, having sensed the commotion, entered the room just in time to witness the peculiar scene. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Beru, who was covered in red lip stains, and looking at him confused and pleading for help.

"What's going on here?" Jinwoo asked, trying to stifle a laugh.

You turned to Jinwoo, your cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and alcohol.

"Oh, Jinwoo! Beru just deserves all the love, you know?"

Jinwoo couldn’t help but chuckle, making Beru even more flustered. Luckily, Jinwoo easily peeled you off of the poor shadow soldier, letting the poor Beru breathe again. 

You grinned, giving Beru one last affectionate pat before settling onto the couch. 

"Best party ever, Jinwoo. Best party ever." You mumbled before going into a slump, clearly won’t remember anything when you wake up. 

And so, in the quiet apartment, the shadow knight sat awkwardly, adorned with the scent of cherries, as you drifted into a tipsy slumber, thinking of their own little meow meow.

Jinwoo didn’t forget to tease Beru everyday, nor did anyone in the shadow army. 

[justporo]

An Assortment of Strays

I believe I still owe you guys a drabble about how Astarion adopts a stray kitten. So here you go. @mushy6902 this one's on you again! (Also I only googled what you could give a kitten for improvisation, don't take that as advice!)

Artwork by the wonderful @britonell ❤️

Pairing: Astarion/Gn!Tav

Wordcount: 2,2k

After an autumn storm Astarion comes home completely drenched, under his doublet jacket he has a small kitten that's desperately trying to cling to the vampire's chest.

Astarion had gone out to run some errands - probably mostly threads for his embroidery projects and some new tomes he could brood over.

He‘d asked you if you would care to join but you had taken a look outside your tall living room window, seen the autumn storm brewing outside, making itself known with stormy winds and clouds passing over the moon and told him “thank you, but no thank you”.

He couldn‘t catch a cold - you could, and weren‘t very keen on it.

Then you had cozied up in front of the lit fireplace with a goblet of wine - you had adopted Astarion‘s inclination to it in no time - and a book. Surely, it had started to rain cats and dogs soon after. And because you were such a nice and thoughtful person you had already collected some towels for the vampire when he would return and curse the weather, looking like a wet puppy, his white curls all but flattened by the rain and drooping adorably around his pointy ears.

He took much longer than expected though but you weren‘t worried - he was a free man now after all and could do whatever he pleased.

So, you sat and read - Scratch had come over too when the storm had really started going. After your party had split after everything was said and done, you‘d insisted on keeping the stray. So now he lived with Astarion and you in your little townhouse and very much enjoyed being spoiled by you.

Astarion didn‘t bond with the dog awfully much - „rather a cat person, my love, sorry“ - but he still sometimes could be found sitting in the window alcove reading with the dog in his lap, who received some head scratches.

Scratch had almost buried himself under the blanket you had spread over your legs now, when the first lightning strikes had turned into roaring thunder. You were gently patting his head and ears to soothe him while holding your book with your other hand. Focused completely on your reading you only looked up when you heard noises - and cursing - in the hallway.

You put your reading down and softly lifted the dog‘s head from your lap to get up. As you walked in the hallway you saw the expected scene: Astarion completely drenched, hair dripping and cursing like a sailor.

„Gods, I should have listened to you concerning the weather - you were right“, Astarion spat and made and disgusted face. „I‘d say I am right more times than you would like to admit, my love“, you answered with a chuckle and grabbed the towels you had prepared but were startled when you realised there was something more.

The vampire seemed to have something inside his doublet jacket he had obviously tried to keep dry.

„What is it you have there, Astarion?“, you asked curiously and drew your brows together - somehow you were sure that it wasn‘t just books or a precious bottle of „a fullbodied red“ that he was carrying.

The vampire ignored your question. His face lit up when he saw that you were holding some towels: „Oh, good thinking, my sweet, we could really use something to soak up all the godsdamned rain.“ „We?“, you replied confusedly and helplessly held up the towels.

Astarion carefully opened up his doublet and revealed a small furry creature. A small white kitten that was just as drenched as Astarion and desperately tried to cling to the vampire‘s chest: small, scared, miserably shaking and meowing.

„Oh no, who‘s this poor little thing?“, you cooed immediately and opened up your arms with one of the towels opened up so you might wrap the small kitten in it.

„Really? That‘s how you treat a cat you‘ve just met when I am here - your cherished soulmate - just as wet and miserable?“, Astarion complained. „For being so miserable you have an awful lot of breath to waste, my friend.“ Astarion huffed in protest. „Also you are not probably only a few weeks old and loudly meowing for help“, you continued and carefully took the kitten from Astarion who just as carefully handed the tiny little thing to you.

„Oh, I could meow if that‘s what would help further my case with you“, Astarion pouted while you cautiously dried off the kitten.

When the vampire just stood in front of you and said nothing while still dripping all over your hardwood floors you looked back up. „Oh uh, there‘s another towel back there, my love, if you want to dry yourself“, you said and then went back to cradling your small new friend.

Astarion sighed dramatically and walked past you to grab the promised towel. „I already get the feeling, this was a mistake. Your heart so eagerly conquered by a cute little stray you just took in“, he proclaimed theatrically, the back of one of his hands placed on his forehead.

„Hmm, says the cute little stray that I took in and that conquered my heart“, you replied matter-of-fact, not taking your eyes of the small animal and started to walk towards the living room and the burning fire there in the fireplace.

As you passed Astarion who was still trying to get his hair dry you threw your vampire a sideglance though; just to make sure he‘d caught that. And, oh, he had. He smirked and winked at you, having heard exactly what he wanted from you.

You sat down in front of the fireplace. Scratch was immediately up and wagging his tail, smelling the newcomer. “You be nice and keep your distance, Scratch”, you warned the dog. “I guess our new friend is already scared out of their mind!” And so the stray layed down again, his head on the ground between his paws, looking up at you with puppy eyes. His tail was still lazily wagging in excitement.

The kitten was slowly stopping shuddering with the warmth of the fire starting to dry her fur, but she wouldn’t stop meowing. Astarion came over to you after some time after he had put on some dry clothes. “I guess she doesn’t want to be held by me. Will you hold her? I’m going to look for something we can feed her in the kitchen”, you explained immediately after the vampire had sat down on his knees in front of you. You cautiously handed over the towel with the kitten to the stunned elf who started to huff in protest: “No, Tav, please you are the one good with animals…” “You brought the small cat here…” “Yes, but only because-“ You were already out the door and halfway to the kitchen. You searched your brain for what you knew about what you could feed a cat that was still so small. Tomorrow you would have to go out and find proper nutrition for the poor small thing.

You rummaged through your cabinets and finally mixed together some milk, water, yogurt and eggs – at least for tonight that would hopefully suffice. In one bowl you had your improvised kitten food and in another you filled some water. Then you went back to the living room. Astarion had donned the towel and was holding the kitten against his chest where it had calmed down. But she still had her claws borrowed in Astarion’s doublet and apparently they went right through the cloth judging by the vampire’s grimace.

“Watch out, she got you, tiger”, you joked as you kneeled down in front of him with the two bowls in hand. Scratch was up again too and sniffed curiously at the mixture for the kitten. But it was seemingly not much to his liking as he laid down again quickly.

“Should I set her down so she can feed and drink?”, Astarion asked you. He really seemed a bit overwhelmed with trying to care for the small furry thing. As she clawed at him again a soft “oww” left his lips. “We can at least try but we should pay attention Scratch doesn’t get too close. He would probably be a bit much for our newcomer”, you said and looked at the dog tentatively. But Scratch seemed to have taken the hint and had laid down a bit further and had just started to snooze peacefully.

Astarion slowly and carefully lifted the kitten from his chest, having to remove a claw or two with his fingers. He sighed as he looked down and saw some loosened threads in the embroidery: “I’m going to have to patch that up later.” Then he sat the small one down in front of the bowls. But the vampire did not let go f the small animal before he let one finger caressingly run over the creature’s head and down it’s back. He almost seemed scared that it would run off. But the kitten did not. If anything, she seemed to even enjoy the vampire’s pets.

“She’s so weird. Animals usually don’t feel very comfortable around me – you know, the whole vampirism thing… They feel it”, Astarion said absent-mindedly while he watched the cat slowly check out the two bowls. His red eyes were still observing her, a small warm smile was playing on his lips. Your own heart swelled with affection seeing how much he cared for this small being.

“Where did you find her?”, you asked. The vampire reached out to the kitten again, softly stroking her why she drank a little water. The small blue eyes were wandering around the surroundings – cautiously. But she still moved up her head to get more of the vampire’s pets. “I guess she likes you”, you said with a smile and kept your eyes on her before the Astarion could answer your previous question. “Trust me to get someone to purr”, he smirked. “Eww Astarion, not the time”, you moaned. You only received a chuckle and a smirk in response.

“I heard some meowing while everyone was scurrying from the rain in a small alley. I thought I was imagining it at first but there she was, a small little kitten, sitting alone in a small basket. It was completely drenched and it didn’t look like its mother was still around. Maybe she was the runt of the litter. I… just couldn't leave her there, all alone and cold, in the dark”, Astarion explained, his eyes miles away as he remembered the situation. But you could quickly see that that wasn’t the only thing. It was apparent why he felt for the lost little creature.

“You have a big heart, Astarion”, you told him sincerely which made his gaze flick to yours. But his eyes immediately left yours again. He surely didn’t believe what you said himself. At least not yet. That was okay though, you would tell him again and again until he didn’t doubt himself anymore.

The kitten meanwhile was trying to feed from the mixture you had concocted but it seemed she was only really getting the stuff on her adorable little face.

Astarion kept observing her a little bit more, cocking his head. Then he shook his head and softly grabbed the small creature again. “It’s not going to work like this, little one, if you only keep rubbing your face in your food”, he said affectionately as he made to hold her with one hand. With the other he took some of the mixture with one of his fingers and then held it to the kitten’s snout.

And surely, after a few seconds she licked it off the vampire’s fingers. A big smile crept onto your face and your heart grew in size while you watched the scene. Scratch also had slowly come back and was pushing his nose under your arm so you would let him rest his head on your lap again. You allowed it and kept watching how Astarion slowly fed the kitten. She’d quickly grown more eagerly and had started using her teeth too.

“Oww, will you stop biting me, you mean little thing”, Astarion exclaimed and shook his hand. “Serves you right, now you know how it feels”, you immediately threw in. The pale elf threw you a glance, saying “are you even serious”, but he kept allowing the cat to feed of his fingers until she seemed sated and her eyes grew heavy.

The vampire grabbed the towel that still laid next to him and lightly rubbed the mess of the kitten’s face. You offered Astarion the blanket from before to make an improvised bed for the small one on which he placed the cat carefully so she could get some rest.

“She’ll need a name if we’re going to keep her”, you said as you both watched the fur ball breathe softly. “Well, we already have a dog called Scratch, maybe we can call her Bite”, Astarion replied with a grin. You made a face at him and left the topic for the time being.

“What a fine assortment of strays we are, don’t you think, my love?”, Astarion asked then and looked at you with warmth in his eyes. You leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Fine, yes”, you answered as you made to lay down and put your head into Astarion’s lap. “But we’re not strays anymore, we’re home now”, you said with a smile and looked up at your soulmate. The vampire let his hands cup your cheeks and ran his thumbs over them lovingly: “And how sweet it is being home with you, my heart.”

Bonus: Enjoy this sweet little creature stare directly into your soul!

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; 28

Pairing(s); LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 5,040

Themes; isekai, slow-burn, eventual smut (probably closer to the end), canon divergence

Notes; This'll probably be the last update for a while! At least, on this fic. I have so many I'm working on right now (and have no one to blame but myself) and I only write when I'm in the right headspace for it so that's why these updates are taking so long – if anyone was wondering!

This one is barely edited since my page gets all funky when my chapters get over a certain word count ;-;

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“Sweetie?”

You blink a few times, wincing at the bright contrast of light coming from Meow’s Cafe compared to the dark and dreary interior of the throne room you were just in. Your hands were still placed firmly on the table, ready to get up and go get your order after it was called at the register. Did you even fall asleep this time?

Your brows furrow and you feel your temples throb as a warning of an up-coming migraine. You sit back down with a sigh, shaking your head. “Sylus, can you get our order, please?”

That definitely felt like it would be the last of your dreams. At least, you hoped it was. Or if there were more, you hope you’d at least be able to rest a little bit. You felt as if you hadn’t slept in weeks, so lethargic and weak. Honestly, all you want to do is go home. You don’t want to see anyone, talk to anyone. You just want to crawl under your cool bed covers and sleep for as long as you can.

A cup is suddenly placed in front of you and you take it with a groggy “thank you” aimed at Sylus as you slowly sip on the caffeinated drink. Your eyes drowsily blinking before you have to lightly slap your face to keep yourself awake.

Depression and exhaustion were hitting you like a freight train.

You needed to go home now.

You stand up, drink in hand, and motion for Sylus to follow you. “If I don’t contact you for a few days, I’m probably hibernating, so don’t break down my door.”

A soft chuckle slips from his lips as he lightly shakes his head, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then, you’re back on the motorcycle heading toward the Star-rise Apartment complex.

“Is there any way you can get me to my apartment without anyone seeing me?” You ask, rubbing your eyes after Sylus parked. “I really don’t want to run into…anyone.” As much as you’d love to let Xavier, Zayne, and even Rafayel know you’ve returned…You don’t think you can handle seeing any of them right now.

“Of course. Who do you think you’re talking to, kitten?” The tall white-haired man lifts his hand up and, with a singular finger motion, you both disappear. Then, reappear on your balcony. Reddish black energy swirls around your body before dissipating.

“Are you going to stay with me until I fall asleep?” You tease him with a raised brow after realizing he came up here with you and he has the nerve to chuckle and shoot back, “Who says we’re just sleeping?”

You feel heat creeping up from cheeks and curse under your breath, quickly turning your back to him to open your sliding glass door. He follows you inside as you suddenly hear a loud wail. A heartbreakingly, broken sound as tiny feet thumped against the hardwood floors, running toward you.

“Estelle?” A bit of panic zings through your chest, worried that something might’ve happened to her, but instead, the poor baby runs up to you and leaps at you. Your body stumbles backward as the, rather large, manecoon jumps into your arms, still crying while purring loudly. You feel Sylus’s hand against the small of your back, keeping you from falling to the ground from the cat’s weight.

“Is this…yours, kitten? I can see the resemblance.” Sylus muses, stepping over to look down at the cat before he reaches forward to scratch under her chin. “Cute and a crybaby. Just like you.”

You turn your head to glare at Sylus, hugging Estelle to your chest as you rub your cheek against her soft fur. “Maybe with her around, I can finally get some rest.” “I’m hurt, kitten. Do I mean nothing to you?” Sylus places a hand on his chest with a pained expression on his face and you shake your head with a small laugh, “Alright, alright. You can stay too, but you’d better be gone when I wake up.”

And with that, the three of you get settled in your bed.

The bed was…rather cramped. Granted, it was a big bed. It should be able to fit at least two people, but with a large cat and large man in bed…Well, you get it. With space being so small, you had to rest your head on Sylus’s shoulder with his arm propped under your neck, Estelle situated between you both. You close your eyes and feel Sylus tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Goodnight, sweetie. Hopefully you’ll get all the answers you need and more soon.”

(Ding ding ding, who would’ve guessed it. Another dream sequence ;-; I am so sorry at this point, but these are honestly necessary to the plot. I’m losing my mind at this point. I forget where I left off, what’s going on, what’s been said. Xavier’s the only one with a kiss so far and he’s not even my favourite love interest…I’m falling apart guys.)

This time, your dream feels like a dream.

As you look around in complete darkness, you know this one will be different from the rest. Finally, you’ll be able to actually sleep. You’ll finally feel well rested and -

The room you’re in is gloomy. It smells of worn books and flowers. The floors have a fancy marbled pattern, the walls are adorned with weathered dark-blue wallpaper, bookshelves lining each wall with a large open balcony in front of you. Papers are scattered all over the floor, crumpled balls of parchment and yellow pages strewn about. You hear the sound of someone scribbling on paper behind you, mumbling under their breath, and you slowly turn around.

The first thing you see is a large, ornate desk, also covered in papers and books. Sketches of some kind of machine on some papers while others are filled with words.

Then, you pause, noticing who the person behind the desk is.

It’s…you?

You take a cautious step forward, but she doesn’t react. Too busy writing more notes down. You take note of the crown atop her head, the intricate suit she’s donned, and the words that she’s saying.

“It’s me…” She murmurs, staring down at the papers in front of her with shock. “I’m the perfect sacrifice? It was me this whole time!? Then, why did Xavier even - “

After she was left behind by Xavier and the Backtrackers, Y/n decided to do her own research. With no one here to stop her, she could do anything she wanted and that included going through every single file the royal family has to offer. What she found shattered her whole view on reality.

Within the paperwork she discovered was her name. Her name was on a list. The list for the sacrifices that would be used to fuel Philos’ heart and her name was violently circled as if she were the key to everything. The more she looked into it, the more she found.

She didn’t know how the king discovered she could die and be reborn, but the answer was rather simple.

In her previous life, she knew Xavier and many people knew of her. The people of Philos live for a very long time, so those from her previous life were bound to recognize her. People who knew she died. The king took note of how close Xavier was with this specific knight, Y/n, and when he looked more into her…Many people said they knew her previously, but she had died.

At least, that’s what scholars had written in the notes Y/n was now reading. She wasn’t sure how much of it was true or not, but if it was then that would mean she was the one who gave Xavier that star-shaped charm. She was the one who Xavier loved and would give up Philos for. But she was also the one that Xavier had left behind and never came back for.

As months went by, Y/n knew Xavier went to a different timeline with her in it. She didn’t have to see it to know. She knew that was what Operation Backtracker was about. To go grab a Y/n from a different timeline and use her to power Philos. Or to go live with that Y/n.

She knew how much Xavier disliked Philos, so maybe he gave up on this planet entirely and left to go be with another version of her. Y/n wasn’t bitter about it, maybe a bit heartbroken, but if he was happy, then that’s all that mattered to her. So for the next few years, Y/n searched for a different way to save Philos. To save herself and her people, but to no avail.

No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t find a way that didn’t involve sacrificing herself.

So, instead, she continues Xavier’s research.

She found notes that he had left behind about interdimensional travel that he scrapped to instead research time travel, about how Uluru had ores that could power a portal between dimensions but he couldn’t figure out how to create it.

Today was the day she finally finished her sketch of a portal. She thought of everything she could and wrote it down, making sure to note how the wires would go and where the Uluru ores would go. All she had to do was take it to the engineers and see what they could do but, as she stood up to deliver the papers, a loud noise caught her off guard. The whole castle shakes with a violent tremor, books tumble out from her shelves, paintings fall from the walls. Y/n stumbles and catches herself on her desk before her head whips toward the balcony, spotting smoke billowing in the distance.

Was this Philos’ end?

No.

Her knights come rushing into her room to inform her of the situation.

An unidentified spaceship crash landed on Philosian soil, the first one in over 400-years.

A faint sense of hope ate at Y/n’s heart, wishing that it was Xavier returning to her, but she knew that wouldn’t be the case. Philos has been steadily dying for 15-years now. There’s no way her star would come back to her.

Even so, she still felt anxious as her and her knights made their way toward the smoking craft. Were there even any survivors?

The group approach the ship cautiously before Y/n throws her hand up and stares intensely at the ship. While the ship definitely wasn’t Xavier’s, it definitely had his and Jeremiah’s crafty work all over it. Did Xavier send someone here?

“I’ll approach alone.” Y/n says firmly, even though her Lightseekers do their best to try and dissuade her. She shakes her head and clears her throat, “As you all know, I can protect myself. I’ll take this from here.” But as she took one step closer, the horizontal hatch opens and someone steps out from the ship while coughing and waving a hand in front of their face.

Once the smoke clears, Y/n notices the person is a man. They were rather tall, they had white hair…White, not silver, Y/n, don’t get your hopes up. And when he finally looks up, she notices his eerie red eyes.

The man meets her gaze and his eyes betray him. While his facial expression remains the same, his eyes hold so much emotion ranging from anguish to guilt to surprise.

“Y/n?”

The Queen, who was more caught off guard by how deep his voice was, takes a few minutes before she blinks. How did he know her name? Did Xavier…No, there was another Y/n where Xavier went. That’s the only explanation.

Y/n’s lips press thin and she sighs, waving her hand again, “Clear out. I’ll take him in for questioning. Alone.”

While her knights were clearly concerned and confused, they break away, keeping an eye on the two of them as Y/n aids this man on their trek back to the castle.

Once back in her office, Y/n sits down with the man standing in front of her and she rubs her temples tiredly. “So I assume Xavier sent you?” She bites back the urge to ask how he’s doing. If he’s happy. “It must be important if he didn’t come himself or send Jeremiah.”

“Y/n - The other Y/n died.”

Huh?

Y/n’s brows knit together and she sits up straight in her chair, nails anxiously clacking on her hardwood desk. “She…died?” Well that surely wasn’t good, but even so…what reason did Xavier have to send this man to the future?

“I’m getting ahead of myself.” The man sighs, taking a seat in front of the desk. “The name’s Sylus. I…worked with Y/n, alongside a few other people who really cared about her. Her Aether Core was stolen - well, she gave it away, but nonetheless, she died.”

“Any more details, because, so far, I’m not really understanding why she would’ve given her heart up.” Y/n says, picking up her pen as she taps on her own chest. “I’d assume we both think the same way, so unless this was a really big threat…I doubt we’d go down without a fight.”

Sylus has a far away look in his eyes before he looks away. “Astra’s your God here, right? On Philos?” He tilts his head back as he looks up at the ceiling. “We never figured out why, but he came down from wherever and demanded her Aether Core. He said he would fix it, but then he never gave it back to her. He tricked her. I’m not exactly sure what a God needs an Aether Core for, but he didn’t ask nicely, that’s for sure. He said he’d destroy Linkon and the whole world if she didn’t hand it over.”

Y/n wasn’t exactly sure what Linkon was, but it must’ve been where they were living…but besides that, she couldn’t wrap her head around why Astra would want to destroy the world over an Aether Core. If he wanted one, why didn’t he come get hers? Y/n pauses in her writing and points her pen at him. “There’s more to the story, isn’t there? If Astra wanted an Aether Core, he could’ve came and got mine or got one from any other Y/n in the universe, but he specifically went for her. Explain.”

“I hope you can write fast, swe-” Sylus visibly winces as if it pains him to be unable to use nicknames with her and takes a deep breath. “It’s a long story.”

“Well shorten it then.”

“As you know, Xavier has ties with you twice. There’s this other guy named Zayne, he’s a doctor or whatever. I’m not really sure what’s up with him, but Astra seemed to know him. So we assume he has past ties with you as well. Rafayel talked to us about his experience with you in the past too, and I…” Sylus trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s just say, we’ve all had past or future lives with Y/n in them. That’s the key detail here.”

“I think the key detail is the fact that you’ve all never been present alongside her.” Y/n clicks her pen after scribbling a few sentences down. “That life was the first one where all four of you were present, so that must mean something important to Astra. From what you’ve said, he seemed panicked. As if something that shouldn’t happen, was going to.” Then, she pauses. “Wait.”

The woman stands up, her chair rolling back and hitting the wall behind her as she rushes over to her bookshelves, scanning every single spine for a specific book. Then, she finds it.

“The Tragic Tale of Ehko and Astra,” She reads aloud as she steps back over to her chair. “It’s about twin Gods who ruled over the past and the future. This is the last copy of the book, so not many people know of their story, and no one worships Ehko in Philos.” Then, her gaze dances over to her sketch, the completed artwork of her portal.

“You want to save her, right?” She asks, not looking at Sylus and without waiting for an answer, she adds, “Even if she can’t remember you?”

“Do you even need to ask me that?” The man finally cracks a smile. “If you’re looking for an answer, I’ll tell you. Without a doubt, always.”

“That’s all I needed to know.” Y/n nods her head, knowing that if she can pull this off, she would most definitely cease to exist but…That’s alright. Philos is better off not existing if that means Xavier could be happy. She clears her throat and shakes her head to clear her thoughts, “My theory is that Y/n - that we are a reincarnation of Ehko. In text, it’s said that Astra cursed Ehko and scattered the soul of her lover into four shards.The four of you were present in that life with Y/n, so now I can see why Astra was so panicked... However, I don’t see why you all couldn’t just fight him. I’m sure all five of you could take down a God, especially with my resonance Evol.”

“There was an incident.” Sylus sighs, trying his best to think back on the situation. “I wasn’t around for it, but from what Xavier told me, she got badly injured in an explosion and her Aether Core was irreversibly damaged, so while she could still resonate, it wasn’t as strong as it used to be. The biggest problem was, while she could resonate with everyone else just fine, she couldn’t with me. So, I helped her into an illegal Protocore Auction and we got her another core. It fixed the damage, but her Evol was still…weaker.” The man drums his fingers against the table, almost as if it were a nervous tick.

“So we can’t just go back in time to fix this situation, because it’ll happen no matter what we do. Astra has too much control over this universe.” Y/n takes a deep breath and pushes her sketch toward Sylus. “I made a mock-up of an interdimensional portal. I just need it built and we can do some test trials with it. If we grab a version of me that is outside of this dimension, then the laws of it won’t apply to her. At least, that’s the only theory I have so far. But if we do this, she won’t be the same Y/n.”

Sylus shakes his head. “I think Xavier would agree with me when I say this, but she’ll be the same exact woman every time.” He reaches over to gently pat her hand. “Xavier would’ve been the one here instead of me, but with the world currently ending on Earth, he had to stay behind with the others to do damage control and I’m the only other one who knew how to pilot a ship. He told me to pass on a message. He hopes you’re doing well.”

Y/n’s teeth sink into her bottom lip and she raps her knuckles onto the desk in a fit of anger, trying her best to hold back from saying anything too callous. “I don’t think most would do well in solitude, being forced to wear a crown, and yet here I am.”

The duo worked tirelessly for months on end, countless bouts of trial and error before they realized that this portal wouldn’t work on Philos. The planet was siphoning any bit of energy they put into the portal to fuel the planet’s heart. They’d have to move their testing to somewhere else and Y/n had just the place in mind.

Uluru.

Y/n and Sylus leave Philos, putting one of her trusted knights in charge as the de facto Queen, and go straight for the little planet, and Gods, it was as beautiful as Xavier said it was. The sky was painted in a myriad of pinks and purples, stars speckled across as far as the eye could see like tiny fireflies. Flowers blooming in a large open field, tall trees with unnaturally coloured leaves, and the interdimensional portal sat within the field like a direct contrast to the untouched landscape.

The two stayed in Uluru doing test after test, trial after trial, until they could finally peak into this alternative dimension.

A dimension without Evols, without Wanderers. A world completely mundane. And that’s where they saw it. They saw you with a loving grandma, playing around with an older brother.

They watched as you laughed while a girl named Tara teased you, her older brother (who Sylus claimed was Zayne) shook his head before he hit her with her rolled up report card. As your older brother came home with his purple-haired friend and you begged him to help you with your art homework. As you run into Sylus on your college campus and join his boxing class. And finally, Y/n watched with bated breath and wide eyes as Xavier came into view. The way you both teased each other and played around like old friends, how Jeremiah swung his arms over both your shoulders as he joined in on the fun.

Y/n tears her eyes away from the portal, gently tapping a button to shut it off as she looks up at the sky. A miserable feeling swirls in her gut as she wants to curse up at the sky. How dare it look so lovely while she wanted so badly to curl up in a ball and cry. To lose her strong woman facade that she’s been putting up in front of Sylus for all these months.

“Y/n…”

Y/n holds her hand up and shakes her head, she squeezes her eyes shut trying her best to hold back her unshed tears. “It’s almost…comical how all of our answers were in Uluru, you know? In the past…Xavier - “ Her voice suddenly cracks and she pauses for a brief moment before continuing, “He said we should come here and elope.” She throws her hands up with a shaky breath, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Sweet—” Sylus catches himself before he can finish his term of endearment and clears his throat, “Y/n, we don’t have to do this.”

The woman sits down amongst the flowers and pats the grass next to her. “We’ve come this far. It’s only fair to finish what we started. After seeing that…Perhaps I’ll be happy with Xavier, with all of you, in my next life.”

And with that, they hatch up the final piece to their plan.

Y/n would take everything she learnt from Sylus, about all of their past lives and what happened in his current life, and…send out an email to your dimension as a game designer. She corresponds with a company and eventually the game releases. The names and facial features are tweaked just enough, so you don’t catch on, and they’ve got you.

Hook, line, and sinker.

It’s D-Day.

The day when Sylus’s past will be reset to before he met the Y/n of his time. The day of the explosion that changed her life. He’s obviously worried, he knows he’ll remember everything - including his time here on Philos, but he’s still anxious about this Philosian Y/n. He’s grown quite attached to her.

“Sylus, I have a surpr— Huh? Where are you?” Y/n questions as she steps into her office, giving her room a confused once-over before she spots him on the balcony. “There you are.”

Like with every Y/n, she always finds him at the right time.

“Hmm? You said you had a surprise for me, sweetie?” Sylus turns toward her with a raised brow and Y/n just laughs off the term of endearment, she’s grown used to it. She assumes she’ll miss it – if she lives long enough to. “As a celebration for what we’re about to do…I made you something.” Her arms are behind her back, so Sylus can’t exactly see what she has. But he chuckles and outstretched his hand for her, “Let me see.”

Then, he feels a sudden weight in his palm. It’s a box.

He tilts his head to the side, a teasing tone to his voice as he speaks, “You’re not proposing to me, are you?”

“Mmh…Something like that.” She shrugs, tapping her index finger against the metal box. “I wanted her to remember everything. To remember you, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne…me. Think of it as a gift, for you and for her. Just link your Evol with it and once she resonates with you, the seal on it will release.” Y/n almost seems a bit bashful, as if she were confessing her love while giving this gift. “I can see why I fell for you in every life, so…”

Sylus’s Evol tightly wraps around the box and a click can be heard before his reddish black Evol darts out to grab Y/n’s wrist, tugging her toward him as his arms envelope her into a hug. His chin rests on the crown on her head and he nuzzles his face into her hair. “This isn’t goodbye.” He says, firmly, and Y/n nods. It feels like goodbye since she won’t be with them, but it isn’t goodbye at the same time. She’ll always be with him, with them. It’ll be her, but not her and yet, Y/n has come to terms with this. She’ll cease to exist in this life, but she now knows she’ll be happy in the next and in any life that comes after that.

Now, with the memory box in hand, she sends out her first and final messages to you;

‘Will you enter the game?’

Then, darkness.

It’s like you were watching tv and suddenly the power went out.

You had so many thoughts racing through your mind. You…didn’t isekai here? All of the guys existed where you came from? You could feel your heart pounding, the heavy thump of your pulse filling your ears. You could feel the panic sinking in. These weren’t games and they were, in fact, all real?

You were brought here to fight a literal God. How no one asked if you wanted to leave your cozy, normal life. You were just thrust into this world without a care for if you wanted to do so or not. Thrown into a world where your grandma and step brother were dead immediately, when you were previously laughing with them at the dinner table.

What the fuck —

Why the fuck —

You were absolutely losing your damn mind and all you wanted to do was wake up and —

Then, once again, a bright light fills up your vision, washing away all the darkness that was previously there.

“Ah, sorry about that. I really didn’t mean to freak you out. I forgot our personalities aren’t that similar.” You feel a shiver dance down your spine and you immediately straighten your back in fear as you hear the sound of your own voice. You slowly turn to look at the person behind you, moving gradually in terror that you’d meet your own gaze. But what stood behind you was more like a hologram of yourself rather than being actually you.

“I probably should’ve mentioned it, but I left a piece of myself inside the box as well. Think of it as a way to have at least one person, besides Sylus, to remember me.” Though she appears to be rather confident, it seems like the Queenly version of yourself as anxious and scared even. She didn’t want to be forgotten. She didn’t wish to fade away into nothingness as she waited for her next life, a life where she would forget her previous life and be born anew. “I also wanted to apologize. I used you for my own selfish reasons, but you’re here now and you can’t go back. I…did save your previous memories in this box, but I decided against showing you them. I didn’t want to give you too much grief.”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to get mad at her now that she was in front of you. She was just a broken girl. Just as broken as you are. Both grieving over lives you never got to experience. Two halves of the same whole.

“I understand.” You nod your head before you frown, “What’s…going to happen to you now?”

“I uh…I don’t know, actually.” While she laughs, you know she’s terrified. “But you know me, I’ll figure it out!” It takes you a few seconds before you respond, but when you finally do, you ask, “Are you still on Philos?”

The woman pauses, turning her head to look at something before she nods with a pained expression, “Yes. It’s burning down as we speak.”

You jerk your head toward the sky and shoot her a smile, “Go to Uluru. You can make it off Philos in time, right?” “Why would I…You don’t mean?” She leans closer to you with knitted brows, “You can’t be serious.”

“Go to my world.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Those idiots wouldn’t know left from right without me around, so it’s only fair that you take over from here. Go be happy, Y/n. You deserve it.”

“You know telling me that is the same as telling yourself.” It’s a little odd to watch another you smile endearingly at you, but as long as you’re happy, who cares?” “I know. Let's be happy together.”

Even though you know you’ll break down once you wake up, you might as well look strong in front of her since she’s a super smart and strong woman who went from a knight to a queen — and she’s lived for over 200 years. She’s you, but she feels so far from you at the same time.

She leaves you with one last sentence as a form of goodbye with a mischievous look on her face, “Don’t be too shocked when you wake up!”

Huh?

What does she mean by tha —

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

My Sweetheart: Part 8

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You purchase a vintage sweetheart bracelet from an antique store and with it, comes the spirit of the woman who owned it. Through her, you go on an interesting journey to find out what happened to her old lover.

Series Masterlist

Volunteer interest, donations, and overall support for the animal shelter had increased immensely thanks to Kamala and America posting a cute TikTok that showcases the animals and the work you do.

Due to their respective missions, each Avenger has been coming in sporadically throughout the duration of their volunteer committment. You can't fault them, obviously. The entire world (and galaxy) heavily rely on them to keep everyone safe. You'd feel like a total asshole if you got upset for them not fulfilling their required hours.

You suppose that's why Kamala and America decided to make the TikToks. To bring awareness and because maybe they felt bad for a majority of the older Avengers for not keeping up.

Regardless, you definitely have had your hands full lately. You've been coming in earlier and leaving later since you want to make sure you've finished everything that needed to be finished.

Bucky had continuously been coming to the shelter often to help out and spend time with Alpine, but he'd been gone all week. You can see the toll it's taken on the poor white kitten.

You've made sure to spend as much time with him as possible to make up for Bucky's absence.

Like now, he's currently sleeping in your hoodie as you're going through the volunteer applications that just keep coming in.

As you scroll through them, someone knocks at your office door.

"Come in," you say just loud enough for them to hear but not loud enough to wake up Al.

The door swings open and Bucky pops his head in, "Hi," he gives an awkward wave.

"Hi!" you exclaim excitedly and immediately apologize to a startled Alpine, "I'm so sorry, buddy!"

Bucky's eyes twinkle as soon as he spots the white cat, "There's my favorite bud!"

Alpine immediately climbs out of your hoodie and onto your desk, meowing up a storm, as if scolding Bucky for being away.

Bucky chuckles and immediately scratches the cat behind his ear, "I know. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long, Al. I missed you too," he says fondly as Alpine nuzzles against Bucky's metal arm.

He then looks up at you, "How's it going?"

You sigh, "Been super busy. Did you just come back?"

He nods, "Yeah. Decided to stop by here on my way home. Dot causin' you any trouble?"

You snort, "No. She's been helping me, actually. We've gotten an influx of volunteer applications, donations, sponsors, it's become overwhelming and I've gotten a little frazzled by it all."

"Frazzled? You? I can't imagine," he says jokingly and you roll your eyes.

"Shut up. Anyway, I've just been a mess and Dot's just been helping me remember things or show me where I've misplaced stuff. I think we've gotten a good rhythm going lately."

The chair on the other side of your desk moves to Bucky, nudging at his side, "The hell?" he looks down at it and then around, "Whatcha need, Dot?"

The chair moves again and you giggle, "I think she wants you to sit down. Honestly, I agree, you look dead on your feet."

He frowns at you, "Gee thanks," he plops himself into the chair and Alpine immediately hops into his lap. The cat purs as he settles, nuzzling against the metal hand petting him.

"Things go okay with whatever mission you were on?" you ask, bringing your attention back to the applications because there was no way you'd get them done if you continued watching the handsome super soldier melt over a cat.

He lets out a tired sigh, "As good as it can be, I guess."

The exhaustion in his voice made you pause. You look away from your computer and clear your throat, "I know we're not...close, Bucky, but if you wanna talk or anything, I'm here."

"It's fine. Just...I'm kind of just getting tired of it all. I want to retire, but also I don't know what I'd do once I do. I-I feel like all I'm good for is fighting."

You can't help but scoff, "That's bullshit."

He looks at you with offense, "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, but that's not true at all. You're not just good for fighting. You're a sweet and helpful person, Bucky. I mean, hell, you've been coming here to help a lot more than your other colleagues. Sure, it's mainly to see Alpine, but you also help around too. I appreciate the effort you've been putting in. Also, considering everything you've gone through, I definitely think you deserve to retire. It's clearly taken a toll on you."

He groans, running a hand through his cropped hair in frustration, "I know, I know. I just-what the hell do I do once I retire?"

You shrug, "Figure it out. Travel, meet people, go do all the things you've always wanted to do."

Bucky just sits there, slumped in the chair, petting Alpine while he thinks.

He tries to think of what he wanted before he was shipped out to war. He wanted to marry, have kids, live a simple life.

Does he even deserve that after everything he's done?

He glances at you, and sees that you've gone back to working on your computer. He sits there in silence, watching you, mulling over what you said to him as well as he wants in life.

"Hm. Maybe it would be good to finally have some rest."

"Definitely good. Give your body and skin some rest. You're starting to look your actual age," you say with a smirk and it makes Bucky laugh.

"Fair enough," he grunts as he stands, Alpine in his arms, "While I'm here, need help with anything?"

You shake your head, "Go home and rest, Bucky," you give him a sincere smile.

He nods, placing Al onto your desk, "Yes, ma'am." Giving Alpine one last scratch behind the ear, he says his good-bye, "I'll see you both tomorrow, bright and early."

"We'll be here," you give him a wave and watch as he exits your office.

_____________________

Behind the veil, Dot watched your interaction with Bucky. You two have definitely gotten more comfortable with each other. And with Bucky opening up to you like that, Dot can only hope this means that Bucky is close to being ready to actually be in a relationship and live a happy, normal (as normal as it can be for him) life.

Her plan might actually be working now.

[starry-scarl3tt]

what’s a non-canon house md pairing you think had the most potential and why?? (saw the asks reblog <3)

thank you for asking<33

apart from hilson, i see chase and foreman having a chance, as well as cameron and thirteen.

> chase and foreman are similar in a lot of way, yet so different at the same time. chase needs to not feel alone/lonely and foreman needs someone who can understand him.

the best parallel is foreman giving thirteen the actual drug in the clinic trial instead of the placebo, right after house says he wouldn’t/couldn’t/shouldn’t (paraphrasing) “unless you love her”, and saying people do stupid things for love. then there’s the other side with foreman burning the chart, helping chase get away with the whole dibala thing, masking it as a complete accident, and speaking in front of so many important people, essentially jeopardizing his entire career if word ever got out.

i could go on about the bachelor party and them having fun together, foreman being all smile-y (thought i do admit, he was drunk) and friend-like to chase because!! after so many years that’s what they were!! friends!! no matter how many times foreman denies it, that’s genuinely what they were and they cared about each other so much it drives me crazy.

may i add how the alleged power imbalance feeds both of their subconscious? foreman always acts like the superior, treating others as if they were his subordinates. on the other hand, chase always acts like a subordinate, always trying to please the ones he admires.

chase gets attached to people. so does foreman. this could easily be a thing that lasts a lifetime. not to mention, in the end they’re dean of medicine and HOD on diagnostic medicine so they would meet a lot. they have so much common ground and what to bond over, it would just take one important step to be able to overcome the start.

also they could be self destructive together<3

so in conclusion: i love them and they’re my poor little meow meows doomed by the narrative for history to repeat again. mic drop

> on the camteen part, i have spent less time analysing (i confess), but a few of the main reasons i think they would be a strong couple are:

1. thirteen is obviously dying. cameron doesn’t want to fix broken people, she wants to accept them;

2. cameron is a lot like the poet with the bleeding heart type while thirteen acts too strong for her own good. they could lower each other’s guards’ down^^

3. comphet allison cameron. need i say more? the point that they could lower each other’s guards’ down still stands!!

yup, that’s all for now. thanks for the ask!! was so fun to answer.

[tinywitchgoblin]

Birthday Girl

Crosshair x afab!reader (one use of she/her pronouns)

Summary: Crosshair wants to make your birthday especially memorable. 

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, minors dni or I will hit you with my bonk stick; squirting, spanking, overstimulation, reader has a praise kink, use of a pet name (kitten), oral (fem!receiving), piv sex (wrap it up in real life y’all), I feel like Crosshair being Crosshair also counts as a warning?

a/n: my birthday is here, so have some self-indulgent birthday smut with tbb tumblr’s favorite poor little meow meow. Also, I did my best to write this so it could be interpreted with him either having both of his hands or just the one, however you choose to read it. 

This was the first birthday you celebrated since getting with Crosshair, and he was determined to make it special. You woke up to an empty bed, which upset you at first, but once you smelled breakfast being made in the kitchen, you knew you were in for a good day. 

Sliding out of bed, you stretched, waking up your tired body. Walking into the kitchen, you looked over towards the stove and saw your boyfriend scrambling some eggs with his back facing you. You walked over to him and hugged him from behind, kissing his neck. 

“Well, someone’s getting a late start this morning,” Crosshair teased, turning his head and returning your kiss. 

“Considering what day it is, I think I have the right to sleep in as much as I want,” you asserted, smiling before kissing his neck one last time and moving towards the cupboard to get some dishes to set the table. 

“I don’t think so. Sit down and let me do the work. Like you said, it’s a special day,” he smirked, turning towards you and letting you see…

“Kiss the cook?!” you exclaimed, laughing and leaning against the counter. Crosshair had donned a bright pink apron with those words emblazoned across the front in sequins. 

“What, you don’t like it?” he asked, acting mock offended and putting his hand to his chest. 

“It’s certainly… entertaining,” you chuckled, moving over to the stove to pour yourself a cup of tea. To your surprise, he didn’t move to stop you, but he kept an eye on you to make sure you didn’t try to do anything else while he finished the cooking. He set the table before bringing the food over and placing that on the table as well. 

“Cross, in all seriousness, this looks so good! I really appreciate all of this,” you fawned. He didn’t cook that much, but when he did, you enjoyed every bit of it. 

“Today is about you, and I wanted to make sure the day started off right,” he assured. Without another word, you both tucked into the food, saying little but enjoying the time together nonetheless. Once breakfast was finished, Crosshair cleaned up, once again ensuring that you didn’t do any more work than you absolutely needed to. When that was done, you both got ready for the day, and Crosshair implemented the next step of his little plan. 

He’d planned the whole day out to a t, wanting to get in as many of your favorite activities as possible without it being overwhelming or tiresome. First, he took you for a stroll through one of your favorite markets, buying you a plant you’d had your eyes on for a while now. Next was a picnic on the beach, watching the waves join calmly with the shore before slowly receding back into the ocean. After that, he took you on a hike along one of your favorite trails. That reminded you of your first date, when he’d taken you on that very same hike. You looked back on the memory with fondness. 

As the day started to fade, he took you to your next destination: dinner with his family. When you walked in the door, Wrecker pulled you into a big bear hug, wishing you a happy birthday. As you continued into the house, Omega popped out as well. 

“Happy birthday, y/n!” she exclaimed. 

“Thanks, bud! How’re you doing?” you smiled. 

“Good! I wanted to come see you earlier, but Crosshair was very specific about how he wanted your birthday to go. He wouldn’t shut up about how he wanted everything to be perfect and he loves you so much and-”

“Okay, I think that’s enough from you,” Crosshair interrupted, ruffling his sister’s hair. 

“Well, little brother, I just wanted to let y/n know why I didn’t see her earlier today.” She turned to you before adding, “It was the most I’d ever heard him talk in one sitting.” 

“Omega, be nice,” Hunter chided from his spot in the sitting room. He stood up and walked over to you, wishing you a happy birthday and pulling you into a quick hug before getting a glare from Crosshair. “Smells like dinner is almost ready, and I’m sure none of us would want to be late for that; otherwise, Wrecker might eat it all.”

“I heard that,” Wrecker called from his place in the kitchen. “But yeah, dinner’s ready!”

You all moved into the kitchen and sat around the table. You saw he’d made one of Gregor’s recipes- one you’d mentioned in passing about wanting to have again after he’d made it for you and the others once. Everyone ate their fill; even Wrecker was full by the end of it. This was followed up by some cake, and once you blew out the candles, that was devoured, too. 

After dinner was done, everyone moved back into the sitting room and gave you their gifts. Hunter gave you a wooden carving of a plant leaf, knowing how much you liked plants. Wrecker gave you a tin of your favorite sweets to take home (“and make sure Crosshair doesn’t get into them”, queuing another glare). Omega gave you a painting she’d done of you and the boys, plus Batcher. Speaking of Batcher, she didn’t really have a gift, but she gave you lots of love all the same. 

Once everything was done, you bid everyone a good night, and you and Crosshair went back home. Opening the door, he said, “Go wait in the bedroom. I have a surprise for you.” You could see the twinkle in his eyes, and knew he had something special in store for you. He sat down on the bed and handed you a box. “Open it,” he urged, and you did. You pulled out a beautiful set of lingerie in your favorite color, and it was soft and enticing. 

“I think I got the size right, but if not, I’m sure we can figure out what fits,” he shrugged. 

“Only one way to find out,” you smiled, heading into the fresher to put it on. Crosshair had no reason to worry- it fit perfectly. You waltzed out, leaning against the wall, asking, “Well? How do I look?”

He stared at you in awe for a moment before responding, “Absolutely stunning.” You blushed before making your way over to him, plopping yourself in his lap. He pulled you into his arms, finding your lips and kissing you lovingly. Sure, he was being gentle now, but you knew that was about to change. As you’d predicted, his kisses got needier and hungrier, grasping at whatever body parts he could reach. Eventually landing on your ass, he gave you a tight squeeze, drawing a moan out of you. You knew that his favorite part of your body was your ass, and you had no objections to the love he showed it- and the rest of your body. 

“I have a challenge for you, if you think you’re up for it,” he said breathlessly, pulling away from your lips. 

“And what would that be?” you questioned, running your fingers through his short silvery hair. 

“One spanking for each year of your age,” Crosshair smirked. “And you have to count them out loud. After that… you decide. And you need to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

“Why do I get the feeling that this is as much a gift for you as it is for me?” you teased. “But either way, I accept. How do you want me?”

“You know how I want you,” he murmured, a darkness coming over his eyes. He sat back so you could lay stomach down on his lap, resting your head on the comforter. Rubbing a hand against the swell of your ass, he asked, “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes, I want this, please,” you begged, already getting desperate and grinding your hips against his lap in an attempt to get some friction against the heat pooling between your legs. His hand came down, the smack ringing throughout the room. “One,” you counted, though it came out as more of a moan than an actual word. 

“Well done, kitten,” Crosshair praised, bringing his hand down again. 

“Two,” you breathed. This is going to be more difficult than I thought it would be, you thought to yourself. He kept going, and you kept counting, but as you continued, it became harder for you to concentrate on counting. When you got to eighteen, he had to prompt you to keep counting. “Remember, kitten? I said you had to count each one out loud. You haven’t already forgotten, have you?” he teased. 

“Eighteen,” you responded, barely more than a whisper. He kept going, prompting you twice more before you finished the set. By that point, you were a whimpering mess, ass red with handprints and wetness flooding the little bit of cloth covering your pussy. He helped you off of his lap, laying you down on the bed. Crosshair climbed on top of you, kissing you and praising, “Well done, y/n. I’m so proud of you.” Your only response was a moan into his mouth as he leaned down and claimed your mouth, dominating the kiss and leaving you even more breathless. 

“Now, do you remember what comes next?” he asked. 

“Me, hopefully,” you joked. 

“Yes, but you have to tell me exactly what you want. And I mean exactly. I won’t do anything you don’t tell me to do. Use me as you see fit,” demanded. You lay there, with him laying kisses on your neck before you responded, “I want your mouth.”

“Where, kitten?” he prompted. Again, it took you a bit to respond. 

“On my pussy,” you breathed. 

“As you wish,” Crosshair smiled, traveling down your body, moving the lingerie to the side, and placing his lips right above your wetness. “Now, what should I do with my mouth on your pussy?”

“Eat me out,” you whined. He finally acquiesced, setting to work. Your hips jolted against his face, rutting against him, your body begging for more. 

“More.” He obeyed, giving more stimulation. At this point, you had a hand on the back of his head, pushing him even further into your pussy. 

“Add a finger.” Smirking, he slid a slender finger inside you, earning a drawn-out moan. However, once the finger was inside, he kept it still. Apparently, he wanted you to be more specific. 

“Finger me, please,” you begged, and once he started curling his finger against your g-spot. You were trembling, getting closer to the precipice by the second. 

“Another finger,” you gasped, “and keep fingering me.” Another finger joined the first, and that was all it took. You felt your body seize up, climbing higher and higher before it all broke. You felt as if every nerve in your body had been set on fire, your very being burning with pleasure. However, even as you descended into oversensitivity, Crosshair didn’t stop. Continuing to wring pleasure out of your body, all you could do was lay there, taking what he gave you. As he continued, you felt a new sensation bubbling inside of you, and when you came again, the dam burst. Crosshair’s face became drenched as you squirted, pulling even more pleasure out of you than you ever thought possible. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you pushed him away, begging him to stop.

After letting you take a minute for your mind to return to your body, he chuckled, “Well, I’ve never seen you do that before.”

“I didn’t know I had it in me,” you panted, still coming down from your high. Crosshair crawled up your body, littering kisses along the way. “You really did mean specific, huh?”

“Of course I did,” he laughed. “What would you like next?” 

Looking deep into his lust-blown eyes, your next two words had him burning: “Fuck me.” 

He tore his now-wet clothing off, along with gently removing the lingerie from your body. He flipped you over, pressing your body into the mattress before sliding into you. Once he made sure you weren’t in pain, he pulled out and slammed back in, hitting every single part inside of you that only he could reach. He was big, and he knew how to use it. He plowed into you, fucking you right into the mattress. You could hardly breathe, but that was the furthest thing from your mind. All you could focus on was the feeling of him ramming into you, surely leaving bruises he’d admire in the morning. Sex with Crosshair was always amazing, but tonight was something else entirely. Knowing that he took so much pleasure in pleasing you, in giving you exactly what you wanted, made it that much better. Once again, you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. 

“Getting close, kitten?” Crosshair grunted in between thrusts, and all you could do was nod. Sliding a hand underneath you, he circled two dexterous fingers on your clit, and before long, you came undone again. He continued, chasing his own high as you writhed underneath him. After a few more thrusts, he buried himself inside you, finishing inside your tight, wet heat. He held you tight to him, rolling the two of you onto your sides. Running a hand up your side, you lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow. 

Eventually, Crosshair slowly pulled out, placing a kiss to the side of your head before getting up to grab some water and a small snack. You always got the munchies after sex, especially intense sex like this. He also grabbed a damp cloth to clean your body with and a spare set of bedding so that neither of you had to sleep on a wet patch. 

Once you were cleaned up and he had changed the bedding, the two of you cuddled in the bed, with him on his back and you curled into his side. “Thank you… for all of this. It means so much to me, and I love you so much,” you murmured. 

“I love you too, y/n,” he responded, laying one more kiss on your forehead before you drifted off to sleep, him not far behind. He was certainly successful in his mission; you would remember this birthday for a long time.

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