#i know your dog is your child or whatever like i have had pets my whole life and i get it

[anotherpapercut]

still reeling over seeing a comment on a Facebook post the other day saying that places that allow children should have to allow dogs because kids can be just as dirty as dogs. I honestly do not even know how to explain to self centered weirdos that their dog just straight up doesn't deserve the same rights as an actual human being. you can't leave your kids in crate in your house when you go out and far fewer people are allergic to and terrified of children than dogs. also it doesn't take a whole lot of thinking to figure out that complaining about children being in public, especially because they're "dirty", is just an inherently classist argument because poor people also need to be able to go outside and can't afford nannies to watch their kids when they do this, whereas people generally get dogs with the knowledge that they will be leaving them home alone sometimes. please use common sense.

[avtrbee]

safe

✢ summary: just like everyone else, sometimes megumi just wants his mom.

✢ tags: mentions of the death of a pet, implied satoru x reader

✢ a/n: my friend has psychoanalyzed me with a diagnosis of mommy issues and i have always denied them. then i caught myself reflecting on what type of fanfics i write. especially this one.

Ever since Megumi had started school in Tokyo, he was barely home. Of course, he comes home every now and then, and living within the school's dormitories is part of the high school experience- hell, even you stayed in the school when you were a student- but the house is quiet without him, too quiet, which is probably why he does not go home as often as you'd like- that, among other things.

Everyone in your household knew that Tsumiki was what made your house into a home. Your girl always greeted you with a smile and volunteered to make hot meals for the family when you and Satoru didn't feel like cooking. She was warmth, she was energy, she was life. Until she wasn't.

The house became cold without its fire. You couldn't blame Megumi for wanting an escape from the halls that still echo her memory. Which was why you were surprised to see him sitting on the couch with his arms resting on his thighs, hands buried in his face.

"Megumi?" You call. "I didn't hear you come in."

His head lifts up and looks at you. "Liar," he accuses. "You can sense my cursed energy miles away. You knew I was coming home as soon as you felt it ."

His words were harsh but his tone was not off of his usual deadpan manner of speaking. You can't help but smile. He is still the same child who refused to sleep unless he clung to his divine dogs, Tsumiki, you, or Satoru (reluctantly, of course) in some way. He claimed it was for "warmth."

But he knows you as much as you know him. As he made his way to the house, you noticed something- his cursed energy was off. It was more powerful than usual. Of course, it could be a good thing- perhaps he was doing really well in school, but his downcast eyes and even broodier vibe are telling you otherwise. "What's wrong?"

Megumi leans back on the couch, sighs, and contemplates. He stares at your wall that is decorated with framed pictures and pictures you memories from his childhood. You've even framed pictures of his drawings- usually doodles of his shikigami.

He stands abruptly. "Never mind," he dismisses. "I don't wanna- I don't want to talk about it. It's childish and stupid-"

"Stupid enough to make you retreat back home?" You ask. You watch as your question sinks in through Megumi. Slowly, he sits back down. You sit on the other end of the couch.

"What's wrong, 'Gumi?" You ask again. "Tell me." I can fix it. Whatever it is, if I can fix it, I will shouts your inner thoughts.

"I lost one of them," Megumi whispers.

“Oh, Megumi, I-” you say, racking your brain for something to say. Deaths in the jujutsu world is so common that when you’re within the industry for too long you get used to it. “Losing a colleague- this won’t be the first time, baby. Nor will it be the last.”

“No,” Megumi groans out frustrated. There are tears streaming down his cheeks that he angrily wipes away. “My dogs. I lost one. I- Yuki died.”

Your heart breaks at Megumi’s childhood name for his white demon dog. “‘Gumi, I’m so sorry-”

You move to his side of the couch, wide arms open. Megumi falls in, just like he did when he was small. Megumi feels himself melt in your hold, his walls and defenses crumbling away like ash.

Megumi refuses to cry at all times but when you have his arms wrapped around him he finds himself not caring at all. It was like his heart recognized you too.

He buries his head in the crook of your neck and you pretend not to feel his tears.

You hold him until he lets you. Megumi is the one to pull away, and you never do. This boy js fickle with touch, and you always leave the duration of your hugs to his discretion.

You cup his face in your hands, thumbs swiping away the tear tracks. You’ve never seen Megumi this heartbroken before.

“I told him to scout the area and I just left him for a second- and he-” Megumi hiccups. “His head was on the wall. The curse threw his head so hard it made the pavement crack.”

You do not pretend to know his pain for you will never feel it. Megumi’s divine dogs were his first achievement. He smiled the first time he summoned them, even as Satoru threw him in the air in joy. Those dogs would trail after him in the house, obeying his command. You would turn a blind eye to the spare pieces of meat Megumi throws under the table just so they could taste cooked beef.

Megumi would refuse to let them go even when he slept, and was upset that they would disappear when he rested or lowered his guard. As a present, Satoru gifted him customized stuffed animals of the dogs that he never slept without. You were sure he packed those toys with him in the dorm.

When Tsumiki volunteers to run errands, Megumi would summon a dog and follow her. Just in case. They both always came back safe.

“He just did what I commanded, he was good, he was a good boy.” Megumi said, in a quieter voice.

“The best,” you agreed. “But didn’t Yuki merge with the other one? Isn’t that how your technique works when one of them dies?”

“It’s stupid-” A glare from you was all it took. “It’s not the same,” he admits. “I just want my dogs back.”

You give him a sad smile. You pull him close for another hug, and he melts in your arms once again but this time, he does not pull away. You hold him until his tears have dried, until his breaths slowed down, and until his eyes closed for a well deserved rest.

extra note: yuki apparently means snow in japanese. get it? snow=white demon dog (im not creative at all yall)

[hyunnie04]

puppy love

inspired by that one scene in skip and loafer where mitsumi pets shima's hair;; not my best but its cute jskfdh

kim seungmin x reader

genre: fluff, non-idol au

you have been staring at seungmin the entire day. not because of anything bad, it’s just that there's this one thing that has been bothering you lately. propping your fist against your chin, you let out a burdened sigh.

ever since he had dyed his hair this captivating caramel color at the start of senior year, which was only a few weeks ago, you can’t seem to get your eyes off him. 

the change was refreshing, like seeing him in a completely different light. it had suited him so well, the blondish gold complemented his features like it was supposed to be like that from the start.

whenever you would place your curious gaze on him, the gears in your mind start turning, unable to place your finger on what it reminded you of. it had definitely started to become sort of a routine for you.

you’re also pretty sure seungmin had figured out you have been burning holes at the back of his head during lectures or lunch. he would sometimes look back at you with a quirk of his lip and a questioning gaze, making you shift your focus to somewhere else, cheeks reddening like a child catching glimpses of their crush.

but now you are sure he looked like someone. but who? you’re trying to figure that out yourself.

you don’t know where this sudden fascination with his hair came from, was it because it made him look so handsome? or maybe the way it looked very cute whenever it flopped around when he moved? 

confused feelings for the caramel haired boy aside, you decide to let it go.

you were hanging out with the man himself and a bunch of other friends one afternoon and started scrolling through your phone. they wouldn’t mind, seeing as to how all of them were currently preoccupied with playing a board game.

“hey, you can’t just do that! you have to give me money!”

“i can do whatever i want!”

you subconsciously block the noise coming from your rowdy friends, very much used to the chaotic nature. your thumb landed on a really adorable picture of your sweet little puppy back at home, already missing him. a thought instantly strikes you.    

you look up from your phone. and then to seungmin. and then back to your phone. 

it’s the exact same?!

you’ve finally cracked it. he looked exactly like your family dog. comparing him to an actual dog sounded mean, but you meant this genuinely as a compliment, you absolutely adored your golden retriever puppy- haru, more than your own family. the longer you thought about it, it’s sweet demeanor and honey colored coat resembled kim seungmin right in front of you.

after thinking about this revelation, you kept it to yourself, out of context it could sound mean. the last thing you wanted was to offend someone when you meant it in an endearing way.

so upon walking home one day, hurried footsteps trailed behind yours, prompting you to turn to see who it was. it was seungmin himself, his hair flopping in the wind, resembling the cutest pair of puppy ears.

he finally stopped, panting heavily after chasing you for a good while now. he straightened up, opening his adorable mouth to say something to you.

you couldn’t help yourself, the thought of wanting to feel his soft looking hair.

“haru-” you cover your mouth as soon as the words left it, extremely mortified to have said it out loud.

“haru? who’s that?” seungmin teases your increasingly flustered state. “are you mistaking me for someone else?” it was too late, you have to explain now.

“no...its...my…family’s dog…” you blurted out, embarrassed of saying it in front of him. you had fully expected him to get mad but he doesn’t. instead, seungmin lets out a chuckle, his eyes crinkling in what seems to be delight.

“well, my hair is really soft.” he watches your face morph into confusion as he tucks his hands coyly into his pockets. he wasn’t mad?

 “do you want to touch? you've been staring at it all week.”

seungmin wasn’t known for being touchy with his friends or anyone for that matter so you can imagine the shock on your face when he leans down to your level, silently allowing you to do so.

placing a hesitant touch on his honey hued locks with one hand, you slowly bring your other to ruffle his head, really going at it and much like you would do to haru. a grin graces your features as his strands get messed up, absolutely elated that you now know what his hair feels like.

once you were done, he straightens up and pats his messy hair back in its place as best as he can. seungmin quietly wraps an arm around your shoulder, as if nothing happened.

“got it out of your system?” you nod gleefully.

“good, now i can ask you out for a date.”

[cherryrikis]

SWEET LATTE

PAIRING non idols yang jungwon x fem reader

WARNINGS none

GENRE fluff

SYNOPSIS you and jungwon decide to get a cat. and he loves it more than he’d admit.

despite the two of you being incredibly allergic, you somehow managed to convince jungwon to let you get a cat, since maeum has been with his parents.

so you did. you brought it home. but now you were clueless on what to do, since you both were dog people.

“is it.. dead?” he asked, gently poking the chubby kitten.

“no wonnie, it’s not dead! he’s just sleeping!” you swatted his hand away before scooping up the kitty and holding it in your arms.

as soon as your new pet felt it being lifted off the surface, he immediately woke up, snuggling closer into your grasp. holding the cat out to your boyfriend, he hesitated to pet it, you literally had to bring his hand up for him.

but as soon as jungwon made contact with the cat, “achoo!” he sneezed out loud.

“this was a terrible idea.” he sniffled, wiping his nose with a tissue.

“well you’re gonna have to watch him when i go to the office in.. an hour.” you informed, checking your phone for the time.

“what? you’re working today? i can’t take care of it alone!”

you shrugged in response, before turning back to the kitty in your arms. “you’re so cute!” you cooed. “i’m gonna name you latte!” and immediately, you continuously pecked the top of latte’s head as he purred.

“latte? really? that’s so basic.” jungwon grimaced as he looked at the little beige cat. it was a scottish fold with white spots. “i know it’s basic, but i can’t resist! he’s just the sweetest thing ever.”

“am i no longer your favorite sweet thing?” he joked, playfully pouting as you placed latte in his arms.

“the sweetest,” you gave him a long kiss on the lips before pulling away. “so don’t be like that. i’m gonna go get ready now.” you smiled.

“what am i gonna do with you?” jungwon sighed, staring at latte as he crawled across the couch when they finally sat back down.

by the time you came home, you absolutely were not expecting the sight in front of you. hurrying to take a warm shower, you wrapped your hair in a towel before going to sit next to jungwon in the living room.

you laughed as your boyfriend dangled his keys above latte’s head, the cat reaching out it’s paws tirelessly.

you leaned into jungwon, laying your head on his shoulder as he continued to play with your new child.

“oh jungwon..” you gasped, using your hand to turn his head so he could face you. you examined his red face, his eyes puffy from his allergies.

“it’ll go away later. i took medicine.”

“guess you love him don’t you?” “of course.” he sighed.

“and latte is just so sweet isn’t he?”

“the sweetest.”

“i think he has your eyes.” you point out, comparing the two as you often switched your gaze. “he’s like our little baby.”

“you’re saying i’m a cat?” jungwon raised a brow.

“maybe. i’m also saying our future daughter would look a lot like you.” you shrugged.

“what?” his eyes widened, fully turning to you in shock, “you’d really be willing to start a family with me?”

“of course. i mean, not too soon obviously, we’re only 20. but in the future, i think we’d make really good parents.” you smiled.

jungwon’s heart swelled, and his face ran hot (not just as an allergic reaction).

“my heart is so full right now.” he sighed, taking one hand off the cat to hug your waist as you wrapped your arms around his bicep.

“you’d be a great mother, and a gorgeous wife. also, i totally think we’re gonna have a son.” he whispered.

“daughter.” “son.”

“if we have a son, we should name him-” “i am not naming my son after the cat.” jungwon mumbled.

“whatever.” you grumbled.

“anyway. i can’t believe we got to talk about all this because of a cat. i guess they really are lucky.” he chuckled, leaning further into you as you held him tighter.

“guess that makes you my lucky charm then, doesn’t it?”

“guess so..” jungwon licked his lips, before leaning his head down to kiss you softly.

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[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Hi can I please get “No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?” With Luke Hughes like he comes home from a roadtrip and reader gets another dog

oh my gosh I swear this happened to one of my friends in real life except it was me who was like "no more pets." In a year her and boyfriend went from 0 animals to 4 dogs and 4 cats. I just get overstimulated going to their house. I hope this is what you wanted because as someone who loves both cats and dogs and really all animals I had to end it this way.

Drabble Materlist

"No more dogs. How hard is it to understand?"

When you met Luke you already had a dog who was like your first born child. He was the first pet you ever got on your own and you loved him with everything. To say this dog was spoiled would be the same thing as saying the sky is blue, it was fact and everyone knew it. But that didn't stop you nor Luke when he moved in with you.

Thankfully your dog loved Luke but you noticed more and more how sad your dog became when Luke was on roadies. He was probably just feeding off into your energy because you did miss Luke tremendously when he was away.

So you did the only logical thing you could think of you went to your local shelter with your two-year old husky and adopted another dog. It made sense because you actually found got your first dog when you were going through a hard time and he helped bring you happiness. So it only made sense to get another dog now.

Luke and you had both talked about possibly getting another dog so you didn't feel bad about not talking to him first. At the shelter was a beautiful 6 month year old Bernese Mountain Poodle mix, as soon as you saw him you knew he was coming home with you. That night Luke came home and you surprised him with the new addition to your little growing family.

"Luke i have a surprise for you." you exclaimed as he didn't look up at you yet still barely two steps in the door as your dog was already attacking him begging for Luke's undivided attention.

"oh yeah?" he asked the happiness he felt from finally being home, radiating in his voice. He finally looked up and saw you were holding your new puppy. Luke's mouth was left ajar as he starred at you in shock before his brain processed what was happening.

"Is he ours?" he asked as he slowly started to approach you, your dog still barking excited about what was happening.

"hmmm. I got him today, at the shelter." As you watched Luke slowly take the puppy out of your arms and into his own.

"What's his name?"

"I haven't named him, I wanted to do it together." you shyly admitted.

"What if we fuck with Quinn and name him Huggy?" he asks, somehow a wider smile on his face. "you know cause he's so cuddly and Quinn's had been chirping me a lot during off season?"

"whatever you want honey." As you both crawled on the floor to play with your new puppy.

"But no more dogs okay? We only have a two bedroom apartment and I don't even think were allowed to have a second pet with our lease." He says seriously, all you do is nod because you don't need any more animals.

Well, until it was a 3 months later and you had a really hard week at work and Luke was away again. You told yourself you were just gonna go to the shelter to play with some puppies and not get any. But then you found a little kitten that looked adorable and so scared. The little guy reminded you so much of the kitten you were growing up. Of course you had to the little guy, and technically you didn't go against Luke's request it wasn't a dog, he was a cat.

Deciding not to tell Luke and to let him find out in person again. He came home 3 days later and you were in the living room getting your dogs use to the cat slowly, making sure everyone was getting along. Although you have to admit you didn't think you would have to do exposure therapy for Luke as well until you heard him walk in."

"Y/N!" he yelled slightly, you whinced realizing you must of gotten the time mixed up of when he was going to be home because you wouldn't of introduced your cat this way.

"Hi Lukey." you say softly turning around to see a very annoyed and even disappointed Luke.

"No more. How hard is that to understand?" he asked his jaw slightly tensed.

"Well technically you said no more dogs, and this little guy is a cat." you reasoned and let at a sigh in relief as Luke realized the play on words.

"I hate your brain sometimes. You knew what I meant."

"But am I wrong?" you asked a slight smile on your face.

"No." he mumbled arms still crossed as you slowly made your way across the cat still in your arms looking up at Luke curiously. "Do i get to name him?" he asked.

"Sure."

"Jax." he said immediately.

You couldn't help but to laugh as you asked "why?"

"Because it isn't a nickname of Jack's like Huggy is for Quinn, but it's still so close to Jack. It will piss him off and I find that funny."

"So does this mean I get to keep him?" you asked hopefully.

"Yeah but this time I mean it no more animals Y/N"

"Damn it. you know I've always wanted a turtle." you joke as Luke gives you a look that says 'don't even try.' But you can't help the smile that forms on your lips because when you got your first dog at 18 you never thought this is where live would lead you.

[kamii-2]

KK FIC WHERE HER SND READER GET A DOG AND THEY GET INTO A PLAYFUL ARGUMENT BC KK WANTED TO NAME THE DOG TRU FU

the dog looks a different color in one of the pics but let’s just act like it’s bc of the lighting (it probably actually is from the lighting 😭) also act like the dog is a boy bc i couldn’t find any pics that looked similar that the dog wasn’t a different gender in each pic. also idk how to do realistic comments so i gave up, i tried it on the app and it looked like booty and on here i dont know how to do it 🥸

warning(s): cussing

genre: fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x reader

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“kk we should get a dog.” you said randomly as you were on face book looking at pitbull puppies for sale. “oh my gosh, yes we should.” she gasped while looking over at your phone and seeing the adorable little puppies. she grabbed your phone and looked at the facebook post closely, looking at all of the little puppies, “this one is so cute!” she yelled while turning the phone to you, it was a grey boy with white on his chest and he had the cutest little blue eyes, “oh my gosh kk we need that one like now!” you gasped while getting excited. “i’m texting the lady right now and i’ll let you know what she says.” you told kk, she nodded in response.

since it was late at night, you guys went to bed a little bit after and when you woke up you checked your phone and seen that the lady had responded 15 minutes before you woke up. “kk wake up.” you nudged her, “what.” she replied with her face in the pillow, “the lady said we can come get the puppy at 2 and it’s 10:30 so we need to get up and get ready because it’s a 2 hour drive.” kk nodded and turned over on her back, getting up and headed to the bathroom while you went to the your closet to find some clothes to wear after your shower. at 11:50 you both got in the car, you set up the gps and you two were on your way to get your new baby.

-

when you reached the destination, you were in and out, she gave you the dog and you cashapped her the money. kk was so happy and asked you to drive so she could hold the puppy. “what are we gonna name him?” kk asked while hugging him. “i don’t know.” you said while shrugging and pulling into the nearest pet store. you two got out and went inside to get all of the necessary supplies. you bought him a small bed, small kennel you’ll use until he’s trained, puppy pads, toys, puppy food, and whatever else you needed. the ride home was full of kk squealing, the puppy snoring while he sleeps, and both of you laughing.

-

the second you posted your instagram post, kayla texted you asking to come over and see the new puppy, you obviously said yes and somehow you ended up with the entire team at your apartment. the puppy was loving all off attention he was getting, licking people and getting excited when someone pet him.

“so what’s his name?” caroline questioned while petting the small dog, playing with his paws as well. “uh.” you replied while look at kk, she was already looking at you. “tru fru-” “no.” you quickly cut her off. “why.” she whined, dragging the ‘y’ out. “he doesn’t have a name and his name will not be tru fru.” you said while trying to think of other names for him besides the ridiculous one kk chose. “you guys should name lloyd because it means grey in welsh.” morgan suggested, “wait that’s literally perfect because of lloyd the musician too.” you gasped while shaking kk, “who the fuck is lloyd?” she asked, “are you dumb?” your eyes brows furrowed while dropping your hands off her shoulders, “oh wait it’s the guy who made all those freaky songs.” kk said while gasping and suddenly agree to it.

-

after everyone went home you two went to bed and the puppy slept with you, right in the middle. the night was peaceful, sleeping in the bed with the puppy made you two feel complete, like he was your child.

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sorry it’s kinda short but i wanted to get something out. i hope you guys enjoyed it and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I think it would be really cute if someone calls Eri is ‘Apple Blossom’ because those are the flowers that turn into the yummy apples she loves (Lucifer or Charlie from Hazbin Hotel)

-You were considered an…usual citizen of Hell, mainly because you didn’t belong there. You belonged in Heaven, but someone was able to kidnap you from Heaven and spirited you away to Hell, hiding you there.

-You managed to slip away one day, running, trying to do whatever it took to hide away from this scary man who had a bird like head, who was torturing you for your unique abilities to rewind things, a healing ability to put it simply.

-It was Charlie who found you, thinking you were adorable, and Vaggie immediately knew that you had been taken from Heaven, telling her girlfriend and the two agreed to hide you at the hotel.

-Needless to say, the other residents of the hotel were quite shocked to meet you, as you were such a sweet and gentle child, despite the pain and torture you endured.

-Angel immediately took you out shopping and when you came back you were wearing matching outfits, as he said you had to always look fabulous!

-Husk did his best to avoid you, not wanting to taint you by accident, but he was surprised when Angel didn’t. Husk always makes sure you have juice, never letting you have any booze, and he will sit there and let you pet his wings, trying to ignore your sweet words on how fluffy he is!

-Niffty adores you, finding you to be the cutest, most adorable thing in existence and she loves when you ask if you can help her in the kitchen. You can always help her, but she makes sure you stay away from the knives.

-Charlie became like a big sister to you, doting on you, teaching you everything she can, which also includes musical numbers, much to Vaggie’s ‘amusement’ but she’s very protective of you.

-Vaggie is like a guard dog with you, she knows that the one hunting for you is still out there, and she isn’t willing to risk your life or safety in the slightest. Vaggie lets you play with her with hair all the time, as Charlie has been teaching you how to braid.

-Alastor was very apprehensive about being around you, he would always send you to one of the others, not willing to deal with you, mainly because he had no idea what to do with a child. He wasn’t mean to you or anything, he would just pat your head softly and tell you to go find Charlie or whoever was in the area.

-You were peeking around the corner, holding something to your chest, looking for the Radio Demon himself, wandering the hotel’s public areas where you’ve seen him before.

-You spotted Alastor up ahead and your eyes lit up, a little smile coming to your lips as you trotted after him.

-Alastor heard your little footsteps, “I thought I heard someone following me. Are you looking for Charlie?”

-You shook your head, “I was looking for you Alastor.” He seemed surprised by your words, bending at the waist, looking a bit menacing but you weren’t bothered, “Oh and why is that my little apple blossom?”

-Your eyes went wide at his words, sparkling lightly before you held up what you were carrying, a crayon drawing of Alastor, holding it out to him, “I wanted to give you this since you’re always so nice to me!”

-He was a little confused, not remembering being nice to you, as he would always send you away, but such is the innocence of a child as he took the drawing, seeing that you did your best to capture his essence.

-His wide smile never left his face as he leaned over and patted your head again, “Thank you Y/N.” you beamed up at him before you scurried off, going back to your drawing supplies so you could make one of Angel next.

-Alastor couldn’t help but look down at the drawing, feeling something, he wasn’t sure what it was, in his chest, as he returned to his tower, pinning the picture on the back of his door before moving to the window.

-What an odd child you were.

[marigold-hills]

Dunes & Waters, part 44

PART 1 • PREVIOUS PART • NEXT PART

They get the water.

Remus fills a glass bottle he steamed clean before leaving, corks it and puts a charm on it so it doesn’t spill. Sirius is already Padfoot, running in and out of the Nile, accosting passers-by’s and making children laugh. A little one gets prompted by his parents to ask Remus permission, then spends half an hour throwing a stick which Padfoot fetches each and every time. It’s a lovely day. They’re just north of Aswan, where the Nile historically began to flood before promanades were built and agriculture evolved into no longer needing the natures’ assistance.

There’s something sad about it, even while it’s amazing, how the people living there moved forward and harnessed what before was out of their control. Still, Remus can’t help but look at the water with a nostalgia for things which came and went before his time: for five thousand years, people came to the river for help with their crops. Prayed to it, made up gods for it. Now, the river is just that. Beautiful, but not much but a geological attraction.

“Your dog is very well behaved,” the family says when the child has had enough of running around with Padfoot. “What did you use to train him?”

“He came to me like that,” Remus tells them because anything else that springs to mind is not appropriate for polite conversation.

He sits on the grass. Padfoot lays at his feet, head resting on his thigh, eyes closed. The Nile is in front of them, the New Aswan City Amphitheater behind.

“The Nile was a way into the afterlife, you know?” Remus tells the dog. It focuses on him. “A causeway from life to death. Where Osiris drowned, but also where all life comes from.”

A soft huff from the dog, and Remus knows Sirius well enough to know it means keep going. Tell me more.

“I think I know what the potion does,” Remus pets through the dark mane on the dogs head, “I’ve got the translation… not fully, but I’ve got the gist of it. She wrote about control, and regaining it. When the moon is full, before you are made into beast, drink. The gods will speak to Osiris for you. If he’s so willing, forever the night will be yours to command.”

The dog pushes its mouth into Remus. 

“I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. No, that’s a lie. You can always tell anyway. We should write to Kingsley. You’re done with what you were supposed to do. And I’ve been keeping you here, pointlessly. Keeping you from going home. Just… well, the translation was something I could still pretend I needed your help with, but it’s just unfair on you, and I’m sorry. I really, I am, Sirius -”

He’s cut off. The dog becomes a man. There is no one around them, but Remus still panics. 

Hands on his face, Sirius stops him from talking. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says. “You think I didn’t realise we were almost finished? Remus, you’re not keeping me here. I’m staying here, whatever my conditions of release were, because I want to be.” Sirius kisses so softly like it could show he’s honest and Remus breaks, just a little bit, because he fretted for nothing. They still have time. Not much of it, but it’s there. Sirius isn’t leaving.

“The translation. Tell me.”

“Follow in the footsteps of Osiris, beloved one, but beware. There is a price to be paid for chance of freedom - the price of rebirth is wading through death. If gods do not favour in your way, the path of return will be lost.”

They sit in silence, Sirius with the frown between his eyebrows he always gets when deep in thought. “So it is about the transformation.”

“It is. I think… well, I think it’s meant to make it so the werewolf doesn’t lose control. It sounds like once you drink, you stay in your mind forever.”

“It sounds like it’s warning you of something. The price of rebirth is death,” Sirius speaks cautiously. Moves himself away to get a better look at Remus. “And I checked, red lotus and acacia both symbolise rebirth. You weren’t planning on drinking it, were you?”

And Remus knows better than to lie, so he stays quiet.

“Remus. My love. Darling. You can’t be… this is an ancient potion we got the recipe for out of an artefact. It’s not tested. Surely you know I wouldn’t let you.”

“You can’t be surprised that I would be tempted.”

“Tempted is one thing,” Sirius runs frustrated fingers through his hair. “But to actually consider it? It’s not worth it. Even if it wasn’t for the fact that it could be a very old practical joke a couple thousand years in the making, it literally has a warning on the label. The path to return will be lost, you said.”

“That could mean anything.”

“Or it could mean that you die, Remus.”

They both sit with the words. The sun softly sets over the Nile.

“I won’t make it if it’s for anything else than research,” Sirius says. “You can’t make me contribute to you hurting yourself.”

Remus lays his head on Sirius’ shoulder, half expecting to be pushed off. Instead, a hand cradles through his hair, fingers get lost in curls frizzy from the day spent by a late body of water.

“Fine,” he agrees, because he can’t imagine a world in which he’d willingly push Sirius away.

There will be ways to test it, he thinks. To check whether it works, what it does, what the warning really means. If death is, in fact, a condition of the potion and rebirth just the optional outcome. 

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[radioisntdead]

Eeeeee oki, so I just finished watching boy swallows universe (an absolute masterpiece) and I was wondering what if the reader was like sold drugs or just did bad stuff for money for their family, like they grew up pretty fricking poor and did whatever they could for the extra cash (which is why they're in hell). They die somehow, land in hell and get treated like absolute dirt because they're small and they're wearing plain ass clothes, not powerful at all. Then comes Susan, and she's like "I'm so sick of the pathetic youth today, I'm taking you home with me" and just teaches them how to be proper and less shy and stuff, and to tear people with their teeth (yhey never got used to the whole eating people thing, Susan rolled her eyes and asked if she was a vagitarian or whatever it was called) and this reader hardly talks to anyone but Susan. Then they get introduced to Rosie and Alastor and it's just Susan simultaneously boasting about them telling them to stand up straight

Good evening my dear! This is definitely one of my favorite requests that I have gotten,

I finished boy swallows universe while writing this and I cried, I'm trying to convince my best friend to watch it now, it was very good.

I'm imagining the reader to be around the size of Niffty, maybe a little taller?

Susan's grandkid

Susan & reader

WARNINGS!!

Drug usage, child neglect, cannibalism, murder etc etc Susan kinda treats you as a stray pet in the beginning, not proofread so apologies for any spelling mistakes!

You died young, tragically young, you died in the winter, cornered away curled into a ball, clutching your stomach, wearing a old thin sweater that your older brother gave you, overalls, flimsy socks with a couple of holes in them, and worn down sneakers, you were beaten and bruised, you wanted your mom to hold you and tell you that everything was alright but she wasn't coming,

Did she know where you were? How would she react knowing her kid was gone?

You were a good kid, you just made a couple of bad decisions for your family, you mimicked what you saw,

No one ever suspected the kid with a babyface was dealing, getting involved in shady stuff and horrible, horrible people who couldn't care less that you couldn't even drink yet.

You woke up with brimstone and sulfur around and a dingy old sign saying welcome to hell, It was unfair.

You wondered around aimlessly, you were small enough that most folks didn't notice you at first, and those that did well, they either ignored you completely, tried to kick or spit on you, or something else you didn't want to know.

You stumbled upon a mirror, you looked...

different from when you were alive, alot shorter, you kept the same clothes you died in though, it was a struggle the first few days but you managed to stay alive and relatively unharmed, you always were resourceful.

Eventually you ended up on the cusp of cannibal town, your overalls were covered in dirt and whatever else, you were curled up against to some wall when she found you, in all her old woman glory.

"Good grief youth today is pathetic, how'd you even get down here you little shit?" she tsked as she bent down and picked you up by your overalls, you barely had a chance to react before she put you on her hip and continued her way home.

She didn't put you down as she entered her home claiming that you'd get mud on her floors,

She filled up her bathtub with warm water and bubbles, she took off your shoes and plopped you right in the tub, she put a glob of shampoo into your hair and foamed it up like one would bathe a pet.

She left the bathroom as you looked around the bathroom , confused on why this random old lady just picked you up like a soggy stray dog and dunked you into warm water, and put soap in your hair.

You weren't complaining by any means but you were caught off-guard.

She came back within a few minutes carrying children's clothing like the other cannibals wore, she washed your hair and your back, scrubbing off the grime, she dried you off and put the clothes on you, the next few hours were a blur, she picked you up, sat you at a table and placed what looked to be part of a raw arm on your plate.

You stared at it while she went ahead and dug it,

She raised an eyebrow, "you one of those vegetable people?"

You shook your head, poking at the arm slice

"Speak up, are you mute?"

You look up at her, "No ma'am."

"Speak up you sound like a mouse, now use those teeth of yours and eat."

You simply nodded and opened your mouth to dig into the arm,

You'd rather not eat what you assumed to be another person but you hadn't eaten in days and well, it was rude to refuse a free meal, right?

After the meal Susan handed you a toothbrush and told you to brush, giving you a set of pajamas to change into before leaving you to do a night routine,

Once done she picked you up and tucked you into a bed, turning off the lights and closing the door leaving you in pitch black darkness.

Living with Susan wasn't particularly easy but it was better then when you were alive, you didn't have to worry where your next meal came from, or maybe you did considering Susan had a diet of sinner meat, you didn't have to worry about not making ends meet, about the possibility of the folks you dealt too coming for you,

You did miss your family terribly though, you wondered if they missed you, or if they've found your corpse yet, maybe you were permanently put as a missing person, maybe you were chopped up into pieces,You didn't want to know.

Susan would teach you how to properly eat someone, you already had sharp teeth so you were a quick learner in that regard [Although you did prefer normal food]

You would cower behind her and she'd grab you by your shoulder and move you Infront of her, telling you to stand up straight, smacking your lower back with her cane if needed, some days She'd place a book on your head and have you practice walking around with it to correct your posture.

You wouldn't talk much at first but soon became a chatterbox with Susan, and mostly only Susan, keeping talking to others at a minimum unless Susan made you, she paraded you around cannibal town getting you used to the tight-knit community.

You soon went from a rather timid and frankly weak child to a more confident person, Susan wasn't usually seen without you skipping along behind her, eventually once she deemed you as proper she took you to Rosie's Emporium to introduce you to her and obviously get some treats,

"This is [Name] I got them off the streets and I made em' into a proper member of society, [Name] stand up straight, say hello"

Susan said moving you to the front where Rosie was,

"Hello."

Rosie immediately adored you, after all you were small enough to put in her pocket, she leaned down to shake your hand, and in that time

Susan proceeded to accidentally left you at the emporium and Rosie saw her chance and took it,

"Well aren't you adorable! Let Auntie Rosie spoil you, okay?"

Within seconds you were sat in a comfy chair with a plate of cannibalistic desserts infront of you and Rosie across from you, chatting until Susan came back for you two hours later.

She knew she left you after like five minutes she just didn't want to make the trip back and let Rosie babysit you.

Another time she took you to Rosie's Emporium the infamous radio demon was there, and while you didn't particularly know much about overlords and the like since you mainly stuck with Susan, or in the safe parts of cannibal town, you did know that overlords were more or less dangerous,

Susan did not care though and immediately started insulting the radio demon,

"Why don't you have a wife yet? Do you not like woman? Then why don't you have a husband then??"

"Susan, I believe that's none of your-"

"It's because you don't brush your fucking teeth isn't it,"

"Susan-"

"You probably blind all the ladies looking like Rudolph's nose"

"Excuse me?"

You quickly intervene before Susan ends up being the radio man's dinner, Alastor tilts his head at you and bends down,

"And who is this Little one?"

Susan moves you Infront of her and puts her cane between you and Alastor,

"My grandchild, they're very well-mannered unlike you now get away before you influence them to listen to your modern jazz music"

"̵̢̯̫͕̀̀̓̕M̷̧̧͎̬̹̦͚̺̼̳͊͒̽̌̅͑́̕͘ỹ̶̱̮͙̕ ̴͇̹̣͙̖̉̽̏̊͜m̸̡̧̱̲̱͔͉̲̫͋́̄̎̄̔̈̈́͠ö̵̢̢̙͍̩̩̮̺́̃̿̎ḑ̵̰̪͎̀̿̔͊̒͛̄ͅͅͅę̸̪́ř̴̛̳̥̭̼̌͊̄̉̑̽̇̚n̴͕̥̗̻͕̊̅͐̒̂̌͆̚̚͜͠ ̵̛̪̹̔̈́̈́͂͝͝Ẃ̸̽̓̈́̾͂ͅH̵̨̢̯̳̗̦͕̭̯̑̈͆̇̚̕̚Ḁ̸͍̱̩̠̼͚̾̉̚T̵̥̠͓͛͊"̸̛͎̼̺́̔̀̎͛̀̈̕͠

Thankfully Rosie soon appeared before Alastor and Susan could get into a brawl,

She handed you a lil' box of treats and sent you on your way with Susan.

A very polite way to get kicked out in your opinion,

The next time you see Alastor he brings Niffty, trying to get her to influence you enough to drive Susan to insanity.

It backfired.

You, on the rare occasions you roam outside of cannibal town you see someone you may have known during life, you usually don't interact with them, but sometimes they recognize you too, they give a look of mixed disbelief, pity and guilt or just indifference, you made similar decisions to them.

You saw a member of your family, trying to sell something on the streets one time, you went up to them with the confidence of Susan talking to Alastor,

You know they recognized you, you may look different but you were still you, just better then before.

Their face dropped seeing you, filled with guilt and shame, you weren't supposed to be down here, of all places, you should've gotten to live to be old and wrinkly, shaking their head they shoo'd you away in what you assumed was a way to tell you to move on, make the best of your afterlife.

"I don't know you, now shoo' go home."

When you got home to Susan making cannibal meatloaf, nagging you about getting home in a timely manner as you take off your shoes and place them by the door, it gives you a somewhat nostalgic feeling,

You may never seeing the majority of your family again, after all maybe they're in heaven or below with you,

They'll always be your family and while they weren't perfect but they loved you, and you loved them, and you always will even if you were apart.

And now you had a new family member, Your Grandma Susan,

And you loved her, and while she didn't outwardly say it, you knew through her actions of making you a scarf, bringing you a bowl of peeled or cut fruit, or something else, she loved you too.

good evening folks! Hope you enjoyed this, I'm making my way through the requests now so tune on in later for those!

[llondonfog]

"You are ill."

The voice announces this observation with no small amount of surprise, as if it had forgotten that such weakness was a common cornerstone of the human experience.

To be fair, the voice belonged to something— or rather, someone— who had never been human to begin with, so perhaps it could be forgiven this tiny slip of knowledge. After all, when was the last time it had spent longer than a few days in the presence of a human it did not immediately despise?

Silver cracks his aching eyes open, a task that seems to consume more energy than he has to spare, and blinks in the dull way of someone trapped in the throes of a vicious head cold towards the demon hovering petulantly in the corner of the room. The demon, he realizes belatedly, who ought not to have appeared without a summon.

He probably should have paid more attention to that little detail, but whatever dazed line of questioning might have risen to his lips slips away before he can consider it further as Lilia approaches him with a strange frown marring his usual mischievous features, those ruby eyes aglow with something other than removed amusement.

". . . sorry," is all that he can croak out in return, momentarily befuddled by the way that a dark talon flicks at the sweaty bangs against his forehead— it is to be expected, Silver supposes. When was the last opportunity that Lilia had ever been around a human so unguarded and vulnerable, much less at the bedside of the helpless thirteen year old boy who had the misfortune of accidentally igniting a centuries-old and forgotten bond? It is not as if the demon could deliberately harm him, the pact that Silver had unknowingly entered preventing as much, but there's no telling what a creature of such untold power and steeped in the bloodshed and suffering of humanity might do to blur the line under the guise of curiosity.

Still, he cannot find it within himself to murmur the words of protection that Sebek's mother had taught them as the talon turns into multiple, and the clinical examination of his hair turns into an odd, awkward stroke.

"It has been three days since your last summon," and Silver's dull eyes widen at the nearly sulky tone of the demon, mouth slightly agape as he blinks up at Lilia's pursed features. "I was not worried!" the demon is quick to turn the petting ( . . . petting? petting!) into a sharp tug of Silver's bangs as if in reminder of his true nature. "I was only seeking to ensure that you had not perished as my feeble ward, the queen would never allow me to live down such a development after it has become known that a mere child was able to summon me. The court is already wicked with glee, you have no idea the damage you have wrought to my name, you blessed little—"

It is almost soothing, listening to the mellifluous flow of Lilia's tirade against the inner workings of demon politicking, and Silver finds himself swaying in and out of reality as the hand on his head remains there whether its owner realizes it fully or not, the cool touch blissful against his heated skin. If he allows himself to sink into his most favorite of daydreams, he can pretend that he's in his old, cozy bed, arms wrapped around a beloved stuffed toy, with the heavy comfort of his father's arm around his shoulder while he reads to Silver from a book of dog-eared fairy tales, his favorite one in particular about a misunderstood dragon who couldn't quite cure himself of fiery sneezes that would frighten away any hopes of friendship and the—

"Boy," and from the tense expression on Lilia's too-close face, the demon must have been calling for his attention several times. Silver's thoughts slosh like liquid in between his ears as he attempts to focus upon the demon, but it is rather hard to do so when the space behind one's eyes feels as if it's filling up with cotton. "Is he in this house? Is there anyone to watch over you? That know-it-all little friend of yours, does he know of your plight?"

While Silver isn't sure if Sebek would preen or resent being called a know-it-all, there's simply no way that he would call for the other boy's help, not at the risk of placing his entire family sick as the holidays fast approach. And as for the other mention . . . he shakes his head slowly, trapped in the blood-red expanse of Lilia's gaze. " . . . told me not to come downstairs," he rasps, wincing at the scrape of air against his tender throat. ". . . he's hosting a party, didn't— didn't want me around the guests."

At this point, Lilia makes a rather impressive and what Silver fully expects to be a rude gesture towards his closed bedroom door, and he can only hope against hope that one of the guests downstairs didn't suddenly find a frog in their soup. But surely that would be such a frivolous waste of the demon's power? Surely Lilia has better, more grandiose things to do with his eternal time than cast petty magic against those who would neglect Silver, or budge him insistently over in his bed until there was room enough for the demon to perch, as if he planned on staying—

"I'm staying," Lilia announces, turning his nose up at the glass of water and bottle of fever reducer at the bedside table as if they had done him a great personal wrong. "I will not have you bested by some simple mortal illness, it would be an insult to the power you wield necessary to summon me. Until our . . . contract is complete, until you find whatever it is that your heart desires, I will not allow you to wriggle out from me so easily. Is that understood, child? I will do everything in my abilities to ensure your continued survival, you might be interested to know that I still retain the knowledge I gleamed from an early medical scholar who was investigating such interesting premises in the arena of mixing lard, wax, eggs, and—"

It was, Silver reflects as the small bed creaks and groans in protest from the surprising new addition and the covers are brought to his chin with an unexpected gentleness, one of the better starts to the holiday break than he could have ever anticipated.

Sebek was never going to believe him.

[cinnbar-bun]

um um i've never requested stuff b4 so i hope this is ok and also isn't too vague / silly of a prompt ;_;...

may i request hcs for doppio x a reader who's a total dog-dad/pet parent?

like brings their dog everywhere that's not dangerous, treats them better then they treat themselves, genuinely considers murder if someone even makes a tiny negative joke abt their dog etc 😭... (or maybe just hcs abt how doppio would feel arnd a reader who has a big dog in general:3 whatever works better for u !!!) /nf

— @child-ofdust (i hope i didnt type too much help) 🐾

A/n: YEAH OF COURSE DEAR HERE U GO!!! I changed it up a bit so it's kinda a combination of both your ideas so hope that's okay <3

Doppio w/ an S/O who has a dog

Notes: GN!Reader, Doppio so pssttt there's kinda a spoiler for Part 5 do not read if you haven't seen it, minor swearing, but pretty funny and fluffy

WC: ~.6k

Doppio hasn’t had much experience with dogs. Yes, he’s seen dogs before, occasionally pet one a few times, perhaps got unlucky to be chased by many of them. He was initially worried how your dog would react to him because he’s worried your dog will hate him and run after him. 

Your dog was actually pretty kind to him, which made him so happy and relieved. Doppio is crying tears of joy that your dog does not want to maul him like a chew toy. He shouldn’t have been that surprised, honestly, but it was still a welcome treat for Doppio. 

He sees how much you love your dog and he finds it really sweet! Doppio does like to care for smaller animals and insects, and seeing that you care for your dog makes him feel better. He feels happy knowing you treat your dog with respect and tons of love. 

He would be nervous initially to care for your dog because he doesn’t want to make you or your dog uncomfortable. He’s kind of like… ‘am I allowed to touch your dog? Can I pet them? Can I brush them?’ 

Please help him, he’s never done this before and he’s very anxious. 

Doppio is acting extra gentle with your dog because he hasn’t yet gauged what is an appropriate amount of force needing to brush or clean your dog. After you teach him and get him used to it a few times, Doppio gets the hang of it and can do it on his own. 

He’s not jealous of your dog, he’s not that kind of guy. Again, he really cares for some animals and your dog is a sweetie pie. You love your dog so much, and Doppio loves you very much, so of course he’d love your dog! 

He kinda sees your dog as like… your child? In a weird way? He’s just like yep, this is my beloved and this is our dog <3 I love my family <3 

And unlike a certain other man who shall not be named he does not abandon his family <3

He has so much fun playing with you and your dog. Especially if your dog likes to jump on him and snuggle him he loves it so much!!! Fluffy attack he’s laughing so hard until there are tears pouring down his face. 

Also, he takes his dog duties so seriously. If you ask him to walk the dog or give the dog a bath, Doppio is preparing like he’s going to war. He’s so focused and determined and nothing will stop him from caring for your dog. Absolutely nothing can break his concentration and so help him if anything dares to interrupt or prevent him from-

Torurururururu!

He’s quickly picking up a dog bone and straight up just YELLS at Diavolo. 

“What the HELL do you want? Huh? I’m walking my dog! Don’t you know how to time shit correctly? I’M BUSY!!!!” 

Doppio is so angry at Diavolo for calling him at these times, he just gets incredibly frustrated at him for interrupting his time with you and your cute dog. 

After he gets off the “phone” he needs lots of snuggles and kisses from you and your dog or else he might pop a blood vessel. 

Hilarious idea but Diavolo telling Doppio what to do with your dog whenever Doppio gets confused or is unsure of what do. 

“Ah, damn, what is the dog food we get again?” He says at the store. “The blue one.” “This one?” “Yeah. That one.” “Thanks, boss.”

[sandwitchstories]

Accidentally Happily Ever After: Chapter 2

This story was never meant to turn into a 4k+ words per chapter story, but here we are! The second chapter is up for the Sanemi x Y/N unplanned pregnancy story! I hope you enjoy reading it! likes, comments and shares are always welcome!

If you prefer to read it on AO3 click here !

Chapter 2: I'm gonna love you, like I'm gonna lose you (over 4k words)

Summary: Y/N moves in with Sanemi and they begin their life together. Some domestic bliss, some angst and a whole lot of gratuitous smut

CW: AFAB reader, AFAB terms used to described the naughty bits, lots of smut, MDNI, pregnant sex,

Sanemi pressed his lips together as he looked around his home. He had asked Y/Ni to move in with him. He still wasn’t sure what the hell they were, but he wanted her near, he wanted her here. He needed to know she was safe. That his unborn child was safe. 

There were boxes everywhere. Her clothes haphazardly hanging out of a chest in his bedroom, her cookbooks in his kitchen, a box of her favorite books in the perfect spot to stub his toe on… He saw a sketchbook and picked it up, curious and distracted from the pain in his foot.

“Hey! What are you doing, Mr. Nosey pants?” she said, coming up to him.

“What’s this?” he asked, holding it up.

“My sketch book,” she blushed, holding out a hand for it.

“Whatcha got in here that’s got you blushing?” he asked, holding it higher, out of her reach.

“Just give it back,” she said, opening and closing her outstretched hand.

“I will… after I look in it,” he said, turning quickly away from her.

“Ugh, give it back!” she laughed, following after him.

He danced out of her way, leaping backwards with his incredible strength. She followed after him, every bit as agile as he was, chasing him out into the yard. He jumped back up onto the roof in front ofher. “Don’t even think of bringing your pregnant ass up here.”

“Then bring my book back down here, you asshat!” Y/N called, hands on her hips.

He grinned as she stormed off, realizing he was going to do what he wanted anyways. He shook his head, wondering what she didn’t want him to see. Jealousy went through him. Was it other men she was drawing? Was there someone else?

Jealousy coursed through his veins as he opened the book. Drawings of Rengoku (of course! The fucking perfect golden boy), Obanai, Kabamaru, that ditz with the pink whip that Obanai wanted to bone, Shinobu, that loser Giyu who pissed him off to no end, fuck even Genya and those 3 idiots with the pet demon? But not one of him… he saw a pack in the back of the book was dog eared, mark holding a place. He flipped to it, curious what was there. 

So Y/N did draw him too after all, a whole damn section of her sketchbook was apparently dedicated to his ugly mug. He felt like he was seeing himself through her eyes and it made him speechless. She knew every scar on his body better than he did. She had drawings of him laying down sleeping, smiling in the kitchen, working out, training, fighting… him with his dog… “So she has thought of me as often as I have thought of her after all…”

He hopped down off the roof, heading inside to find her. Y/N  was sitting on the floor of his room… no, their room, folding her clothes, humming softly. He paused, momentarily taking in the sight of her. Domestic bliss had never been his thing, but he suddenly found himself understanding the appeal. 

“Did you find what you were looking for?” she asked without turning around to face him.

He set her sketchbook down on the small dresser she had brought with her. 

“You’re talented,” he said, sitting down next to her. 

“Coming from you, that's high praise,” Y/N smiled at him before leaning over and kissing his cheek, giggling at the shocked look on his face. She cupped his face with her free hand. “I may draw others occasionally, but you are my muse, handsome.”

He blushed and looked away, “Yeah. Whatever.”

She laughed again, going back to folding her clothes. 

Sanemi reached over and brushed some hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “I can’t wait to see the sketches you draw of our baby.”

She blushed and gave him a small smile, “For me… I can’t wait to draw pictures of you and our baby together. My own little family… something I never thought I would have.”

Sanemi noticed tears gather in Y/N’s eyes and he pulled her into his lap, wrapping an arm around her to hold her close, the other settled over her lower belly. “Never thought a guy like me would be sitting here, with his pregnant woman in his arms… shit, holding the whole damn world in his arms. But here I am. I promise, I will always keep you both safe… and I will be here, Y/N. Every step of the way, I’ve got your back. You’re not doing this alone, we are a team, you and me.”

She adjusted to wrap her arms around him, giving his neck a tender kiss before tucking her head under his chin, smiling as he gently kissed the top of her head. “Not just a team, Nemi. We are a family.”

“Yeah, we are,” he chuckled, kissing the top of her head again. “We are.”

3 months had passed since Y/N had moved in with Sanemi. She was starting to show and all of this finally felt more real. She no longer went on missions of any kind, though she was still assisting with training, just not as hands on as before. She helped out at the Butterfly Mansion when Shinobu needed help. When she was not doing that she kept busy taking care of things around the Wind Hashira Estate as well. She was happier than she had ever been in her entire life. Happier than she ever thought she could be. And she was soaking up every second of it, terrified it would not last.

She had come home the night before, her social battery fully drained. She needed some time away from the others, in her own space. She wished Sanemi was home but the work of a Hashira was never done.

Y/N laid down in bed, curling up with Sanemi’s pillow, taking a long slow inhale. She missed the asshole. He was trying hard to open up to her and she was falling even more head over heels in love with him every single day. 

He did have a way of setting off her hormones though- good, bad, and ugly. She either wanted to hug him tightly, jump his bones, or strangle him. Sometimes all 3 at once.

She had never thought this was where she would be, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world. She closed her eyes, hearing the storm whipping up outside, thunder rolling across the sky. She nodded off to sleep, hand rubbing her belly.

This mission had been a bad one. Dead kids were never easy… especially with his past. Sanemi could still see his siblings’ faces as they lay in puddles of their own blood… but it was even harder this time, knowing he had his own child on the way. 

One of the slaughtered women had been pregnant… slaughtered like cattle with an equally wronged young child in her arms. He and Obanai had been too late to save them… but he had taken great pleasure in slaughtering that demon and bathing in its blood.

The trip back to the mansion had felt longer than usual, just wanting to see Y/N, grateful she had been somewhere safe. She was supposed to be staying at the Butterfly Estate when he was gone. He came back only to find out she wasn’t fucking there! She was back at their home, where she had no protection… no fucking help…

The speed he traveled over the distance was faster than he had ever gone before. His heart was in his throat, he felt almost sick with fear. What if something had happened? What if he was too late again? He couldn’t lose her! He had spent so many years so fucking angry… so fucking alone… he didn’t want to go back to that… he never wanted to go back to that… he couldn’t live without that crazy woman… and his child… his unborn child he already loved so much… He was almost in a full frenzy of fear when his estate came into view.

He jumped to his bedroom balcony in one leap, knowing she would be there. He moved through the shoji door at the speed of light, barely pausing to close it behind him to keep out the storm. He raced forward until he reached the side of their recently gotten western style bed. (It was easier for Y/N to get on and off already and she was only going to get bigger. Plus, bending her over the side of it was nice…)

He stared down, desperate for her to breathe. Y/N let out a soft snore, her hand moved in her sleep to rub her belly, like she was comforting their child already. She sensed him it would seem, she blinked up at him before giving him a sleepy, broad smile. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

“You weren’t at Shinobu’s fucking mansion.”

“I wanted to come home, big deal,” Y/N yawned, rolling onto her back, staring up at him as she woke up more.

“It is a big fucking deal! There is no one here to help you if I’m not here! There’s no one here to fucking protect you!”

“Nemi, I’m a Hashira. I’m far from defenseless or helpless.”

“Right now you fucking are though!” he snapped, his terror at the thought of losing her was overwhelming.

“Nemi,” she said, leaning forward to grab onto his pants, urging him forward. She scooted back and grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him down with her as she laid back on the bed. She took his hand and put it to her face. “I’m right here. I’m okay.” She slid his hand down her body, resting it over her belly. “We’re both right here. We’re okay.”

He kissed her, feeling out of control and needing the reassurance that she was safe, she was okay. His kiss was anything but gentle. It was desperate, raw. But she needed this just as bad judging by the way she hungrily clawed at him as he shed his shirt, undoing his pants and freeing his cock and pumping him in her fist.

“Fuck,” he groaned, yanking back the blanket to show her nude form. “Were you waiting for me, beautiful? Wanting to be ready for me when I came home?” He moved his hand between her legs, forcing her thighs to open before he slid his fingers into her center. 

She was already wet for him. He broke their kiss and moved quickly to bury his face between her legs, needing desperately to taste her. The sounds she was making and the feel of her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer made his cock throb. He shoved two fingers into her center as he worked his cock with his other hand. His mouth latched around her clit, sucking, licking and flicking at the sensitive pearl, enjoying the feel of her bucking against his face and her juices coating his fingers.

“More, Nemi, need you, need your cock,” she moaned, grinding against his fingers and pressing herself more on his tongue.

“Not until you cum for me, princess. You gotta cum for me first if you want my cock,” he said, licking up her slit from his fingers to her clit again. He started moving his fingers harder and faster, returning his mouth to her. The second his fingers found that special spot in her hot, slick core he went into overdrive, abusing it and her clit until she came, screaming his name.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he encouraged her as he fingered her through her orgasm. 

He quickly shoved his pants to his knees, in no mood to stop to deal with the belts still on his lower legs or rid himself fully of his pants. He was too desperate to be inside of her. He needed the sanctuary of being buried balls deep in her cunt. Needed to watch her pretty face scrunch up in pleasure, watch her eyes roll back into her skull as he fucked her deep and hard, chasing away the visions in his mind of the horror scene he had encountered just hours ago

He slid the swollen head of his cock up and down her slit. “Are you ready for me, beautiful? Ready for me to give you this cock you want so bad?”

“Yes! Stop teasing me and fuck me!” Y/N said, still panting and shivering from her orgasm. The blunt head of his cock hitting her sensitive clit on every pass made her twitch on every contact.

“Shhh, I got you baby, I got what you need right here,” he said, lining up his cock and slowly feeding it to her, inch by thick inch. 

“Fuck,” she moaned as he filled her, hers fingers digging into his sides as she wrapped her legs around his hip, trying to pull him deeper, deeper inside her. 

“Shit, you feel so good,” he groaned as he bottomed out, flush against her. 

“Don’t hold back,” Y/N said, reaching up to cup his face as he leaned over her, hands braced by her shoulders. “Take what you need.”

He kissed her, his mouth devouring hers, tongue sweeping in to duel with hers, dominate hers. His hips began to move faster and harder. He broke their kiss to rest their foreheads together while he pumped into her, “You doin’ okay, baby?”

“Better than,” she kissed him again.

“Good. Wanna make you feel so good…”

“You are, baby, you are,” she said, hands on the back of his head, kissing him almost desperately. 

Sanemi realized at that moment that Y/N had missed him as much as he missed her. It was evident in the way her legs were still locked around him, her hands constantly touching him everywhere she could, the neediness in her kiss. She was addicted as he was, and it made his cock even harder. 

He grabbed her hips and pulled her tighter against him, onto his lap, fucking deeper into her. The feel of her pussy swallowing him, embracing him, clenching around him, it was fucking paradise. “Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby. Taking it so good for me.”

She clenched as he spoke, her hips were rocking and grinding against his, trying desperately to get some friction on her swollen clit, it was begging for attention. He grinned as he saw her struggle. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Is there something you want? Use your words.”

She blushed, it was like she didn’t realize he was literally balls deep inside her the way she flushed before she spoke, “Rub me while you fuck me. Rub my clit, I’m close baby.”

He growled at her words as he moved one hand to rub and press on her clit as he fucked her. “Like that baby?”

“Fuck yes!”

He adjusted his hips and his=t that special spot once again making her cry out and coat his cock even more. “Right there baby, right there?”

“Shit! Yes, please! Oh gods!!” Y/N cried out as he pounded into her. “Oh gods, I’m cumming! Nemi, I’m cumming baby!”

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he panted as chased own high. 

He was so fucking close. She was so tight and hot and wet, fluttering and pulsing around him as she coated his cock and groin with her juice. He kept stroking her clit as she came. When she arched her back and called out his name, thrown into another orgasm she pulled him over that edge with her.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, Y/ N, I’m cumming,” he damn near whimpered, sweat dripping off his forehead.

“Fill me up, it’s what I want,” she said, kissing him and nipping at his lip.

“Fuck,” he kept pumping until he was empty, slowing to an eventual stop and resting against her. He moved one hand to cup her face, leaning over her, wanting to check on her. 

Y/N covered his hand with her own, turning her face to kiss his calloused palm. “I’m okay, Nemi. I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”

“I know, I know… I just…” he worried. He never wanted to do anything to cause her or their child any pain. That thought, coupled with exhaustion and the weight of this mission, took the last of everything he had in him. 

“I know, baby, I know,” she smiled kissing his palm again. “But I’m okay, I’m better than. 3 orgasms and you’re home to hold me through the night? Better than okay. And it’s because of you.”

He kissed her gently several times before he withdrew. He plopped down next to her, finishing undressing before laying down with her and pulling her into his arms. He needed to feel her safe and sound, cuddled into him. The weight of her on him, the feel of her swollen belly against him… They were okay, and they were together. Nothing like what he saw earlier can happen to her as long as he is by her side.

“I love you,” she said softly as she cuddled into him. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

He blinked back tears as he looked at the ceiling. Why the fuck couldn’t he say it back to her. He kissed the top of her head, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other wrapped around her. “Same.”

She smiled against his skin and kissed his chest gently. “I know.”

He smiled. As long as she knew… that was all that mattered.

The next morning he was making breakfast when Y/N came rushing into the kitchen excitedly. She had something to show him that could not wait. “Stop what you are doing, right now!”

“What the fuck is going on?” Sanemi asked, arching an eyebrow. 

Y/N gave him a huge grin, “Turn towards me and give me your hand.”

He set down the knife he had been using to cut cheese for their omelets and turned towards her. He held both his hands up showing they were empty. What the hell was she up to now. “Alright, now what?”

Y/N excitedly took his hand and placed it on her belly. She smiled as the look of shock took over Sanemi’s face. “That’s the baby kicking! You can feel it now too, right?”

Y/N was startled when Sanemi dropped to his knees, one hand rested on the side of her stomach, one arm wrapped around her hips. He laid his face on the other side of her belly, feeling his child moving within her womb. 

Y/N ran her fingers through his soft, white hair. “Nemi?”

“Yeah, I can feel the baby moving,” he said, his voice a little hoarse from emotion.

Y/N held him closer, “I have been able to feel the baby moving for about a few weeks now, but Shinobu had said it might still be a little longer until you could feel it too.”

Y/N smiled as he pressed his lips to her belly, and the hand around her hips gripped a little firmer. She was thrilled he could feel the baby too. Tears gathered in her eyes as she looked down at Sanemi. 

Her scarred up, tough guy, asshole, warrior. He was hers, and it was obvious how much he already cared for their child. Most people wouldn’t think Sanemi capable of being soft, gentle, loving, but he was. He was all of those things and more. And once again she felt herself fall a little more in love with him. 

He kissed her belly one more time before standing up. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her towards him. He wrapped one arm around her waist. Sanemi gently kissed her forehead before kissing her upturned lips in soft, slow kisses. 

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. “So, what’s for breakfast? We are hungry.”

He laughed, kissing her one more time before stepping. “Omelets.”

“Oh, yummy!” She watched him grab an onion and start slicing it. She smiled knowing if she pointed out that he was a bit teary eyed he would blame it on them.

“I gotta make sure my girl and my baby are well fed,” he said as he worked.

“Want me to do anything?” she asked, leaning against the counter watching him.

“Nope, just sit your pretty little butt down on that chair over there and wait for your food.”

Y/N was hungry again. But it was not for more food. No, the omelet had been plenty. It was Sanemi she was hungry for. Something about watching him cook and now watching him do the dishes just did something to her. Maybe it was because he was shirtless and damn it was a helluva sight. Maybe it was pregnancy hormones? Whatever it was… she wanted her man again.

She got up and walked the short distance between them, wrapping her arms around him from behind, hands splayed on his stomach, she pressed herself against him. She laid kisses on his bare back. She smiled as she felt a small tremor run through his body. She kept peppering his skin with kisses, but let her hands travel up and down his front, barely touching him. 

“Y/N…” he said, his voice barely more than a growl. “What are you up to?”

“I’m hungry,” she said, smirking against his skin.

“Oh yeah? And what is it that you are hungry for?”

“You,” she answered, letting one hand move down his front to cup his cock through his pants. She bit her lip and moaned softly against his back as she gave him a light squeeze. “I want you for dessert.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as she rubbed his cock.

Y/N kissed down his back until she got to the top of his pants. She moved her hands to his hips to help steady herself as she lowered to her knees. “Turn around.”

He did as she asked, letting out a slow breath as his lavender gaze locked with hers. She smirked up at him as she undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. No fundoshi, just his bare skin. She licked a line down his stomach from his belly button, trailing his light haired happy trail down to his groin. 

She moved a hand to stroke his cock as she looked up at him. Gods, he was gorgeous like this. Cheeks slightly flushed, eyes wide open, mouth agape, totally focused on her and her alone. She leaned forward towards the leaking tip of his cock. She locked eyes with him as she licked his tip and took him into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of him on her tongue. 

She kept their gazes locked as she worked more and more of him into her mouth. She missed being able to throat him, but damn pregnancy had made her gag reflux even more sensitive.

“You look so pretty like that,” he panted, leaning against the counter and burying one hand in her hair, cupping her head as she worked him. “So pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

She moaned around his cock, she had one hand helping her work his cock, lathered in her spit, and one hand moved to fondle his sack. She loved the way he whimpered and began thrusting into her mouth, his thrusts controlled so he didn’t go too deep. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good with that mouth,” Sanemi moaned. 

Y/N lifted her mouth off his cock, still stroking it, she moved her mouth to lick and suck at his balls. So full, so sensitive. He whimpered, holding her head closer. He loved when she sucked his sac, even if he would never admit it out loud. She gave equal attention to both sides before returning her mouth to his cock. 

“If you keep this up, I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” he warned her, knowing her gag reflex was sensitive.

“Is there somewhere else you would rather cum?” she asked, stroking his cock and looking up at him.

“I wanna cum in your pussy,” he said, pulling her back by her hair and helping her stand up. 

Keeping her head pulled back he kissed her passionately while his other hand yanked off her belt and ripped open her robe so he could grope at her tender breasts. He dipped down, lifting her up and spinning around to put her on the counter he had just been leaning against. 

He kissed down her body like he was ravenous, leaving marks and wet patches as he went until he reached his destination. He shoved her legs apart, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter.

Y/N placed her hands behind her and braced her feet on the edge of the counter, spreading herself as wide as she possibly could, giving him as much access as possible. She could feel how wet she was. The way he licked his lips before he lowered his mouth to her was absolutely wicked. 

“Fuck, so wet baby,” he moaned against her, licking up and down her slit with the width of his tongue.

“All for you baby,” she said, biting her lip as her hips moved against his face. He added two fingers to her dripping cunt as his mouth moved to her clit.

“I love the way pregnancy has changed your body, did you know that?” he asked as he moved to kiss her.

She wiped his mouth with a hand and it made him chuckle. She moaned into his kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. His fingers were still working blissfully in and out of her dripping hole.

“I love how much more sensitive you are. Your tits are getting bigger, look so fucking good, baby.” He kissed down her body to her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking it deeply and rolling it with his tongue. Y/N’s hand clutched his head to her chest, pressing herself against him, more, she wanted more. 

He kissed lower. “Seeing your belly start to swell with my baby in there, fuck, Y/N, it’s so god damn sexy.”

He laid a trail of kisses down her body, over her belly, and down. He looked up as he scissored his fingers inside her, making her cry out. His thumb found her clit, rubbing it back and forth as his fingers fucked into her hole. “And your pussy, gods, baby. You’re so sensitive, and you get so wet for me. Almost dripping for me… fuck… you’re incredible baby…”

She whimpered at his words. The way he worshiped her body, and told her how beautiful she was as it was changing meant the world to her. “Nemi, please.”

“Please what baby,” he asked, returning his lips to hers.

“I need to feel you inside me, please,” Y/N whimpered into his kiss.

“Anything for you, sweet heart,” Sanemi said as he lined up his cock and pressed into her.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips, locking him against her as she arched into him. She cried out as he started to move. He kissed up and down her neck, peppering her with kisses and praises as he kept a steady pace.

“Kiss me, please,” she begged as he pumped into her.

“Anytime, any place, anywhere,” he muttered before capturing her lips.

He leaned her back, arms wrapped around her so he could thrust deeper into her hot, tight core. “Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N.”

“So do you. Feels so good to feel you inside me,” Y/N panted, her nails digging into his skin, leaving red crescents in their wake.

He slowed his pace and started grinding with each thrust, rocking his hips against her, stimulating her clit with every thrust. He held her to him as close as they could get with her belly between them. He pulled  his head back. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, locking gazes with him.

“We’re gonna cum together princess, and I wanna watch as you fall apart on my cock. Wanna… look into your eyes while I fill you up… fuck I’m so close, Y/N…”

She bit her lip, rocking her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum… I’m right there baby…” He shifted the slightest bit and his cock rubbed against that special spot in her slick walls. She cried out in pleasure. “Fuck, there baby, right there!”

“Oh fuck, your getting so tight on me, cum for me baby, cum for me.”

She cried out his name as she came, eyes rolling back in her head no matter how hard she tried to keep them on Sanemi. 

“Fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl,” he encouraged her. Her walls flutter and clamping around him was his undoing. “I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming.”

He pumped a few more times before leaning her back on the counter and resting on his palms while he tried to catch his breath. “You are going to be the death of me, woman.”

She laughed. “I can’t help it. These hormones got me craving you more than ever.”

He groaned, grinding against her, smirking as she whimpered, still so sensitive. “I don’t mind at all. If this is how I die? Buried balls deep inside of you… what a way to go…”

She laughed. At that moment the baby decided to make itself known, delivering a firm kick to the front, hitting Sanemi’s stomach. Sanem smiled, pulling out of her and leaning down to kiss her belly, smiling as the baby moved. “You gotta be patient, little missy. Right now I don’t gotta share her with you. You ain’t done cooking yet, Little Bit.”

“Little Missy?” Y/N asked, running fingers through Sanemi’s hair.

He looked up at her and smiled. Gods he had the most beautiful smile in the world and his next words took her breath away.

“Yeah, little missy… I hope we have a girl… and that is just like you.”

“And Little Bit?” Y/N asked, blinking back tears at his sweet words. 

“Yeah…for a nickname,” he blushed. “Because our baby is a little bit of me and a little bit of you.”

“It’s perfect.”

[eggcats]

Not related to anything, but I'm so sick of the 'question' of "cat owners, if your partner was allergic to cats would you end the relationship or rehome your cat?"

Like, I'm fucking sorry? Do you ask people who own dogs this question, or is it just based on the assumption that women own cats and they should do whatever to keep a man dating them, including getting rid of her pets? Or the idea that because cats tend to show affection in different ways than dogs do, that they're heartless and don't care about you and so it's weird to want to keep them?

Because I've NEVER seen "dog owners, if your partner was allergic/scared of dogs, would you keep your dog?" And yet? I'm constantly seeing "hey, it's weird if you'd choose your cat over a man" phrased in an 'innocent, I just wanna Know' question.

Like? Fuck off? I'm not dating anyone who can't have cats for whatever reason. Would you ask me that if I had a kid and dated someone who didn't want kids? Would it occur to you to ask if I'd give up my child for adoption just to keep whoever the fuck I'm seeing? So why would I with my cats?

Why would I give up the animals I've had and raised since kittens just for some random relationship with someone I clearly don't know if I didn't know they didn't like or were allergic to cats? Take a fucking allergy pill, then, damn but my cats are staying.

It's such a fucking annoying question because it's NEVER genuine, it just assumes that whoever says "no, I'm keeping my cats" is weird for not changing everything about themselves to keep some relationship. Like "Oh those crazy cat ladies, they're so lonely if only they knew they could have a man if they just ditched the cats" like, buddy, I'd rather my cats than a man or a relationship. At least when I have to clean up after them it's because they don't have hands.

[daitranscripts]

Trespasser Cutscene

Catching Up With Cullen

Trespasser Masterpost Cullen Masterpost

The PC finds Cullen kneeling with a mabari.

Cullen: You there! You’re to dodge, not catch. If that ball were a fireball, you’d be dead.

Mabari: (Barks.)

The PC walks up.

PC: You… found a dog?

Cullen: They don’t breed mabari in Orlais. The merchant said he was abandoned. Perhaps his owners tired of the novelty?

Dialogue options:

General: That’s awful. [1]

General: But he’s such a good dog! [2]

General: And the fireball training? [3]

1 - General: That’s awful. PC: Poor boy. Well, he seems happy now. [4]

2 - General: But he’s such a good dog! PC: Tire of you? With that positive attitude and fetching ability? Mabari: (Barks.) Cullen: He’s not supposed to fetch it… PC: I don’t think you understand how this works. [4]

3 - General: And the fireball training? PC: And you’re training him to dodge fireballs because…? Cullen: He’ll be prepared should something happen. Not that something will. Or that it will involve fire. [4]

4 - Scene continues.

Cullen: Another Fereldan trapped at the Winter Palace—I couldn’t leave him to that fate. Besides, I think he likes me.

Dialogue options:

General: You should show him Ferelden. [5]

General: You’re actually enjoying this. [6]

General: Your first dog, I’m guessing. [7]

5 - General: You should show him Ferelden. PC: You could take him to Ferelden sometime. He should know where he came from. Cullen: I did promise my sister a visit… She might try to spoil you. Remember who you report to. [8]

6 - General: You’re actually enjoying this. PC: I never expected you to make friends at a political council. How times have changed. Cullen: (Laughs.) So they have. [8]

7 - General: Your first dog, I’m guessing. PC: Something tells me you’ve never had a dog before. Cullen: Not since I was a child. The Circle wasn’t keen on pets—especially Kirkwall’s. But Skyhold… [8]

8 - Scene continues.

Cullen: The Inquisition will change after this. I’m not yet sure what that will mean.

He continues to play with the dog.

Choice dependent dialogue:

Not romanced [9]

Romanced [10]

9 - Not romanced Cullen: Whatever happens, our people—you, Leliana, Josephine—will have my support. In whatever form you require.

Dialogue options:

General: I’m glad to hear it. [11]

General: Will it include dog training? [12]

General: I’m not worried. [13]

11 - General: I’m glad to hear it. PC: I can’t imagine the Inquisition without you. Cullen: I’m honored. And likewise, Inquisitor.

12 - General: Will it include dog training? PC: If your support comes with that of your new friend, I’m sold. I know a useful ally when I see one.

13 - General: I’m not worried. PC: Whatever the Exalted Council throws at us, we’ll figure it out. Cullen: No rest for the wicked.

14 - Scene continues.

Mabari: (Barks.)

Cullen: You can help. Dodge this, and I’ll find overpriced Orlesian dog treats before we go. Scene ends.

10 - Romanced Cullen: Still, I’ve found certainty in my life now; the council won’t change that.

He stands

Cullen: Marry me.

Mabari: (Barks.)

PC: What?

He nervously rubs the back of his neck.

Cullen: I mean, will you… (Sighs.) I had a plan, and… and there wasn’t a dog. But you were… It doesn’t matter. I’ve thought of little else, and I don’t need a plan. Only to know if you would…

Dialogue options:

Flirt: We don’t need marriage. [15]

Flirt: Of course I will. [16]

Dalish: I would like Dalish vows. [17]

15 - Flirt: We don’t need marriage. PC: Cullen I… if I love someone, I stay with them. I don’t need something “official” to make that more true. And it is true. I hope this doesn’t…? Cullen: It doesn’t. I… if I loved someone, I would stay with them as well. I will. Whatever comes. Scene ends.

16 - Flirt: Of course I will. PC: I would. Cullen, I will. Cullen: You will. [18]

17 - Dalish: I would like Dalish vows. PC: I would. Cullen, I will. Cullen: What is it? PC: Reciting vows to the Maker… that means nothing to me. But I know you… Cullen: I want your promise to be true. [18]

18 - Scene continues.

Mabari: (Barks.)

PC: People will notice the Inquisitor marrying her commander in the middle of the Exalted Council.

Cullen: It won’t go over well. But we know a few people who can keep things… secret.

The scene cuts to Cullen and the PC under a gazebo in the Winter Place

Cullen: Just now… everything feels like it was worth fighting for.

Dialogue options:

General: I think so, too. PC: It was. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

General: Enjoy this moment. PC: (Laughs.) Always so serious. Just… focus here. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

General: Let’s do this! PC: What are we waiting for?

If asked to make Dalish vows Cullen: What happens now? PC: I make a promise: Sylaise enaste var aravel. Lama, ara las mir lath. Bellanaris. And then you…

Did not ask for Dalish vows/human PC Cullen: This is… Giselle: This is the part where you make a promise.

Cullen: Oh. Right. (Clears throat.) I swear unto the Maker and the Holy Andraste to love this woman the rest of my days.

They kiss.

[gavisuntiedboot]

I absolutely love your writing

Could you please write for Gavi taking care of reader after a surgery and like it really hurts

Even if it’s just a blurb I’d really appreciate it (I’m fucking dying right now)

Stitches

"Hermosa, can you please just eat something? Your appendix isn't going to grow back on an empty stomach."

You wanted to laugh at Gavi's naivety, but the pain in your side was stabbing at you, making every breath a laborious task. It hurt to do anything, and the pain in your torso and head made it hard to stay conscious, let along sit up and eat the food your loving boyfriend was trying to spoon-feed you.

"They took out my gallbladder, Pablito, not my appendix." You punctuated your sentence with a groan. You tried to keep your breathing as shallow as possible to avoid the punishment that came with deep breaths. You placed a hand gently at your surgery site, trying not to apply too much pressure at the risk of rupturing your stitches.

"Whatever they removed, you need to take care of yourself so that it can grow back properly."

You grinned once more, Gavi's ignorance endearing and sweet, brightening your gloomy couple of days.

"Gallbladders don't grow back. I just have to live without it now."

Pablo almost dropped the tray in his hands. His eyes were as wide at dinner plates, in shock like you had just told him about the death of his dog.

"How are you going to be able to pee if you don't have a bladder?"

You couldn't hold back your laughter at this. You doubled over, laughing loudly and gripping your stitches that were biting into your flesh. The pain was nauseatingly intense, but you laughed nonetheless, tears falling from yours eyes as you let your soul be happy while your body ached. You gripped your side hard, red spots appearing on your bandage as your incision ruptured slightly - not enough for you to be concerned, but enough for Pablo to rush to your side and comfort you.

"Ay Princesa, don't hurt yourself because I'm stupid."

He got into bed with you, adjusting you so that you were laying against his chest. You felt his heart beat against his chest, the rhythm helping you calm down. He pulled you into him, kissing the top of your head, and playing with your hair.

“I’m so sorry you’re in pain, mi vida.” He muttered quietly, continuing to pet your hair and litter soft kisses on the crown of your head.

You leaned into his touch, enjoying the soft caresses and calm that he brought. You spent the rest of the day in bed, watching movies and going on random tangents. He kept you close, faint touches to remind you he was there no matter what you needed.

“All this love is opening up my appetite, Pablito.”

He looked at you, grinning widely, and jumped off the bed with the excitement of a child to make you something to eat.

~~

Hi injured anon- I hope you feel better soon my love 🫶

Guys I single handedly orchestrated a relationship between my best friend and this cute guy at college. The urge to write a fic about it is UNREAL.

anyways like comment reblog - y’all know the deal. Love you all mwah

[tookishcombeferre]

i remember you, tucked into your first binder, like an anxiety compression vest, eight years ago, blaring some song far too loud into your headphones, you voted then, too. you, and the, not yet, spouse unit, got pancakes at the diner you loved the waitress who knew you and your gsa friends made sure you had extra syrup, she patted your shoulder, she told you you'd survive to see tomorrow, you weren't sure she was right. but, you tried to believe her. the next time you vote, you have been married seventy-two hours, world's fastest and shortest prayer service, no dance, small dinner, thirteen friends, like bilbo's dwarves, cram into your home for a "reception" before you abscond to a hotel room to sleep. that night, watching numbers, seventy-two hours after your wedding, the two of you curl around each other, as some kind of protective barrier from the outside world. you trust him. the bespeckled face that has always, always been there. he, who, drove you to walgreens at two in the morning when the hives from an allergic reaction locked your knees and forced you to sleep on a futon. my great human disaster, he says, booping your nose as he drops you off, half-carries you inside. both of your are bitter, dorm-policy will not let him stay the night. yet, he strokes your hair, until you are sleeping ... still on the blasted futon. he, who, insists you come to tea friends talking history, literature, and philosophy - sometimes four, sometimes six, sometimes three, once only two ... he bought you tea, and listened to you vent holding your hand as you wept, washing away all that you had carried for far, far too long. when the sun rises on that next day, victory is sweet, and the embrace you share is sweeter. hope is a word that suddenly looks like sunshine, pink on the horizon line, blazing white, dancing golden yellow as it arcs over the sky. when you bring life into the world, you pray the future is brighter still tonight you do not know what to say when they kiss your face lips full of chocolate and cheesecake ... yet, this is a darkness you have fought. you remember that diner, the bitter coffee, the saccharine sweetness of the pancakes, tears pouring down your face. ticking up the music louder, louder, louder, and louder still ... trying to reach some kind of oblivion. the next day? the alarm went off, and you stumbled to class ... tomorrow? a voice will cry your name and you will stumble to task. the checklist works - cry, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, but the powerful play goes on, that we each may contribute a verse ... what may your verse be? mo stóirín, what will your verse be? every parent's prayer; every child knows - p.s. shuller You have got to stay. You have got to fight the good fight. Cry. Pick yourself up. Dust yourself off. And, the show must go on. Activism is so important. Now more than ever. And, also, it isn't over till it's over (or whatever the heck that idiom is.) Please, please, there is so much left. There are so many rainbows, and puddles to jump in, and TV shows to watch, and dogs to pet, and pizza concoctions to try. There are so many terrible flavors of Pringles to eat. There are CapriSun flavors you haven't had yet. (Though, we all know that Mountain Cooler is the superior one don't even at me.) You will laugh again. That feeling will be so worth it. There are so many things, good, beautiful, and worthy things to keep on keeping on for. Especially for the littlies out here. I see you. I've been you. I promise you, if you look to history, we will band together like we have for time immemorial to do what we have always done, survive. We will be okay. I don't know what you believe in, but you gotta trust that it's going to be okay. One breath. One day. One week. One year, at a time. I believe that with each other we are stronger than we know Cling tight to those "old songs." There's a reason those legends come back to us in new forms again and again. Read them. Sing them. Learn them. All My Parental and Elder Queer Love to You, Pip