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[williamkisser]

The silliest idv ship ever………. @fishandships

[abusivelittlebunny]

This is young Steve pregnant with his third litter from Rodrigo giving in to all his cravings when undercover agent Javi takes him out to have some simple fun while his alpha is busy.

Javi has successfully made himself trustworthy enough for Rodrigo to be given the task to take his pretty little wife out for a bit while he was away on urgent business; Rodrigo wasn't one if those traditional alphas that thought an omega was just supposed to stay at home with the babies and cook and clean and mother around all day, he wanted his boy to have plenty of fun and enrichment while he was gone. Javi has seen Rodrigo take Steve out on plenty of occasions even when Steve was heavily pregnant, mostly to fancy places but Steve seemed to enjoy the simplest of things best so he decided to take Steve to a simple funfair where his kids could also enjoy themselves with Javi looking after them.

"You really didn't have to do this," Steve said to him while his mouth was full, enjoying the crispy fried junkfood Javi brought him, "but I'm really fucking glad you did."

Javi needed a minute to gather himself with a small chuckle; he could never get used to how Steve always ate with his pretty mouth opened wide, diving in tongue first into any meal; he didn't think it was intentional, the boy was just naturally enticing. "I wouldn't leave my boss' beautiful pregnant mate to starve while he's gone, would I? Even if all I can offer is the greasy garbage sold here, but at least Mercedes seems to enjoy it," Javi motioned to Steve's two year old little girl in her ramp gnawing down on a soft donut that looked awfully big in her little paws but she was determined to scarf it down. "Fierce little predator she will be."

"At least we know for certain what her prey is," Steve chuckled down at the adorable scene while chewing, a bit of confusion on his face as he considered what was in his mouth. "What's this?"

"Fried uh... something. I'm not sure if it was potato or chicken or dough or whatever but it was selling really well, let me-," Javi leaned in to take a bite of Steve's snack, their faces almost touching from the close proximity and Javi could smell him so well.

Even with Rodrigo's bond on him, Steve smelled fucking divine. Javi pretended to mull the taste over a bit as an excuse to stay close to Steve before straightening back out, watching the faint blush spread on Steve's pretty face.

"Nope, I'm none the wiser." Javi bounced Steve's other two year old in his arm who watched what his mommy was eating curiously. "I'd ask for your expert opinion, but I'm afraid you don't have enough teeth for this one yet, Chico."

"He also only ate half his donut, I doubt he's hungry," Steve sighed with a sweet smirk, kissing his baby son's cheek and caressing his back while fully trusting Javi with holding him.

He wasn't this trusting with any of Rodrigo's other men, not even his bodyguards; no wonder Rodrigo trusted him as well. And also no wonder why several people have mistaken Javi to be Steve's husband and the father of the kids at the fare.

"But seriously, you really didn't have to. Do all this I mean." Steve looked him in the eye, honest gratefulness on his face as they both held Steve's baby between them. "I know I've been snappier than usual but I was fine. I just. It's hard in the first trimester when your mate is not around. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing for you to but sorry about, besides, I practically begged Rodrigo to let me take you and the kids here. It seemed like you needed a bit of an outing, and you're not the only one." Javi watched as Steve's older children, little Danny and Rodrigo's first litter of triplets giggled on the carousel they got to ride. They seemed to really enjoy themselves even though Javi knew the actual horses Rodrigo got for them must be way more interesting than these cheap plastic ones.

"Yeah, it does them good. This. Not thinking about when daddy will return if he even gets to return." Steve gave a small sad smile but when he noticed Javi fondly looking at him he shyly turned away, munching more on his food. "Pregnancy always makes me overstress about everything, I'm sure you noticed."

"I don't blame you, given who the father of your children is," when Steve looked back up at him with suspicious eyes Javi elaborated with a tense chuckle, not wanting to ruin the moment. "I mean, he's great, don't get me wrong; Rodrigo is a good man. The best father and husband an omega could wish for. He adores you, he truly does. He'd kill for the kids too, even for Danny." Danny, the oldest who was sired by Steve's stepfather as he later found out. "I know few alphas that are half as decent as yours, believe me, it's just-,"

"I didn't know what he did, when I married him." Steve interrupted, swallowing the last bit of his food, a serious look on his face. "I had no idea of the power he had or the danger that came with it. On the worst nights it drives me a little mad sometimes. The fear. Not of him but the fear of what could happen to him. To us. To the children."

"I understand," Javi hummed, placing a comforting hand on the small of Steve's back, pulling him close. Truth be told he did, because he grew so loving of Steve and his children, the same fear ran through him knowing much more of the danger lurking around their family. He knew he was not meant to develop feelings for him, but it was a lost game the moment Javi laid eyes on him for the first time.

"But if I could go back and change my decision... I wouldn't." Steve said quietly, tears in his eyes as he gave a small smile and kissed his son's cheek. "I'd never leave him. Not after everything he's done for me. For our family."

"What if you left him for your family?" Javi wanted to kick himself the way the words just slipped out of his mouth, causing Steve to look at him with a confused almost frightened expression and Javi really hoped none of the other agents were watching him fumble through this right now. "I-, I just meant if anything bad was to happen and you'd have to choose, I-, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have upset you like this it's-, it's really awful of me, forget what I said-,"

"What choice would I have?!" Steve whispered harshly, tears glinting in his eyes as he took his son from Javi's arm, placing him back in the ramp beside his sister together with his snack for him to be entertained by with worried hurried movements, trying to get back a small sense of control in his life as he blabbered on. "If anything was to happen God forbid, I'd-, there'd be nowhere where I could be safe and happy with the children, I couldn't just walk away-, I definitely couldn't just return to that place-,"

"You'd be safe with me!" Javi took Steve gently by his wrist, turning him back to face him. He put a reassuring hand on his nape and pulled Steve close to calm him down, their foreheads almost touching. "What I was meant to say, what i should have said instead of stressing you out more like a fucking bastard was... you'd be safe with me. No matter what happens. You can trust me. I'll take care of you and the kids no matter what. I... I adore you. I adore them too and I'd never let anything bad happen to you. Never. I promise."

Steve was quiet for a minute, searching Javi's eyes for certainty, biting his lip and sniffling a little before his gaze softened and he whispered, "Thank you," before he leaned further in, pressing a small chaste kiss to Javi's lips that Javi was almost too stunned to return.

But just as Steve was about to pull back shyly Javi kissed back eagerly, struggling to keep it soft to make Steve feel safe, his hands on Steve's waist and nape unconsciously holding on for dear life, but he needn't have worry because Steve was wrapping his arms around his neck and opening his mouth in a soft gasp and Javi just had to taste him, had to lick inside and feel him and make him moan and tremble and-

"Mommy?"

At Danny's innocent voice beside them, Javi and Steve pulled apart like they've just been burnt, their faces ablaze with embarrassment and panic as they saw four pairs of Steve's children's eyes stare at them closely. When the fuck did they get off the carousel?!

"Yes, darling, I uh-, me and uncle Javi were just-,... what do you need, baby?" Steve smoothed back his hair, clearing his throat and busying himself with adjusting a few things on his younger children's buggy.

"I was just wondering if we could go on that ride next?" Danny pointed at one of those scary machines that threw up the passengers real high before landing back down safely.

"Oh you're way too small for that, honey, and it's just a flat out no for you three," Steve tried to look firmly at the three five year olds who pouted but Danny chirped up.

"I'm tall enough to be allowed if uncle Javi sits beside me! And he will, won't he?" Danny gave an especially evil smirk for a seven year old to Javi.

Steve looked uncertain but Javi gulped and gave a weak chuckle, "Sure I will! Don't you worry, Steve, I'll be looking out for this rascal." Even if I have a deadly fear of heights and most likely will come off a broken man, Javi failed to add.

"And uncle Javi is so cool he'll buy me another candy apple too," Danny added with a wide grin, clutching onto Javi's wrist with both hands, dragging him to the sweets stand while Steve could only watch and lead his kids to a much safer ride.

"Didn't you have enough there, little buddy?" Javi scoffed softly but was met with Danmy's judgemental eyes which were far too effective and like his mother's. Steve's little carbon copy kid, just as scary.

"Oh, are you gonna lecture me about being greedy, uncle Javi? Isn't that a bit rich, coming from you?" Danny gave a cruel little chuckle, leaving Javi gobsmacked, before turning to the seller. "I'll have five triple chocolate brownie cookies, three raspberry blondies, two bags of mixed jelly beans, a strawberry lolly, and a caramel candy apple please!"

Javi swallowed hard as he watched the seller bag up all the sweets the kid asked for; Steve will not be happy if he overindulges his son. He sighed as he took the bag and handed Danny the sticky caramel covered apple who took it with a bright smile leaning onto Javi's side to make a show of his gratitude to anyone watching.

"Thank you, daddy! I love you so much!" Danny bit into his candy apple with a giggle while people all around them awed, including the seller, and Javi grit his teeth, smiling tightly and leading Danny away by the back of his neck until they were out of earshot.

"You shouldn't call me that, Danny, okay? What would your father say?"

"Who cares, I never met him." Danny rolled his eyes, his innocent baby boy act dropped as he licked the caramel dripping onto his fingers before giving Javi a side eye. "And if you mean Rodrigo then well. He'd be angry wouldn't he?"

"Sad more like. He adores you, you know that." Javi took Danny aside to the edge of the fare, kneeling down with one leg to look up at him and have a serious talk. "He's so happy every time you call him daddy. He earned it too. Don't break his heart."

"Like mommy?" Danny took a bite from his apple, watching Javi's every reaction closely, smirking when he saw a flash of fear pass through his face. "Would he be heartbroken if he knew you two kissed?"

"Danny, listen-," Javi placed his hands on Danny's arms, holding him tight but the boy rolled his eyes and interrupted in a bored tone.

"I won't tell him it was you. I don't want you killed. I like you a lot, uncle Javi. But if he found out mommy's been kissing other men behind his back he'd definitely be heartbroken, wouldn't he?" His mischievous grin only grew as Javi swallowed heavily.

Javi always knew the kid was a bit... different, a bit more cruel and calculating than kids his age but he chalked it up as just a phase. Now he was truly disturbed by how this child's brain worked.

"I won't say a word though if you play a bit more with me. You're always just helping out with the little ones, you never have time to wrestle with me or play games. I miss you, uncle Javi." Danny pouted and Javi was half tempted to ask if it was genuine or not, the way the boy knew how to play him like a fiddle. But Danny did like him, that was without a doubt, he liked to crawl all over him and climb on his shoulders and he slept the best when Javi was by his side.

"If you wanted to spend more time with me, Danny, all you had to do was ask me nicely, no need to threaten me out of nowhere." Javi sighed while Danny grinned again.

"But that's more fun! You looked so scared there for a minute it was very funny!"

"Danny-," Javi held the boy firmly by the shoulders while the boy giggled and licked more at his caramel apple, eating the exact same way his mother did. "You don't want anything bad to happen to your mommy, do you? You love him very much and making threats like this could seriously hurt him."

"There wouldn't be any reason to hurt him if you kept it in your pants, uncle Javi." Danny smirked like the little wise-ass he was.

"Yes, well, I-," Javi struggled to come up with a coherent answer but Danny beat him to it.

"It's alright, since mommy already belongs to Rodrigo, I'll belong to you, and when I grow a little taller you can marry me!" Danny had that pure childish happiness on his face that Javi couldn't call an act and it disturbed him a bit.

"I'm afraid I'd be a little too old for you, sweetie. And you're a little too young to be thinking about marriage and stuff like that, no?"

Danny pouted, "No, I'm not, Ricky has been trying to marry me for years now." Ah, yes, Rodrigo's creepy alpha kid from his previous marriage that always loitered around Steve and Danny, breathing hard behind corners and acting strange. "He even gave me his mother's pearl necklace and one of her diamond rings, and he told me if I marry him he'll take care of me like Rodrigo takes care of mommy."

"He should know better than to say things like that, he's already fifteen, I'll have a chat with his father about that. If he makes you feel uncomfortable don't hesitate to come to me, okay, Danny?"

Danny smiled big and wrapped his arms around Javi's shoulders, "That's why I know you'll be the perfect husband, uncle Javi!"

Javi rolled his eyes and pet Danny's back while letting the boy press little pecks against his cheek. "Sure, sure, now come, let's not make your mother worry, okay?"

"Carry me, carry me!" Danny giggled as Javi lifted him and he instinctively wrapped his legs around his middle with a squealed, "Yippee!"

He was cute, this kid, even if he sounded a bit too mischievous and calculated sometimes. Javi adored him, he couldn't lie. If Steve was ever to choose him, he'd be a good father to the boy; as if he could ever be allowed. His boss was already roasting him over getting too personally involved with their target's family. Javi sighed and kissed Danny's forehead while Danny munched on his apple.

"Don't tell your mother I got you all that candy, he'll have my balls for it. I'll keep it stashed away and I'll let you have bits of it in the coming week so your pretty teeth don't rot out, okay, baby?"

"Okay, daddy. It will be our little secret." Danny whispered mischievously and Javi just tutted instead of correcting him again about using that word.

Boyd Holbrook | The Big C

[official-weasley]

The Extraordinary Dragon (Part 3/6)

A fluffy story about Charlie training a dragon with a sad and mysterious past.

Warnings: Charlie not obeying any rules! Word Count: 2,778

I couldn’t believe it. I have been gone for 15 minutes and the dragon was nowhere to be found. How does one lose a bloody dragon? How does a thing of the size of a small van disappear?

I looked everywhere in the vicinity of Asterin’s habitat but I couldn’t find her. I know she can’t fly and on foot, she can’t be that fast that she would go to any other dragon enclosure. So where could she be?

I looked at my wristwatch, it was almost 9 o’clock. How am I supposed to find a black dragon in the dark?

I had no choice, however, if my boss finds out that I lost her on the first day of her being here, he is not only going to take this opportunity away from me but I am pretty sure I will get fired. Dragon on a loose is dangerous enough, but with 5 villages around the reserve, it’s even worse.

I checked every place the dragon could be in the 500-meter radius. I was getting desperate and was ready to go wake up Matthew and tell him what happened when I remembered that I haven’t checked the nearby forest.

Since Asterin was found by the MacFusty family inside one and was hurt and scared, it didn’t even come to mind that that is where she could be.

I hurried to the edge of the forest and lit up my wand – it was too dark to see anything without it.

About 5 minutes of me walking, I heard the rustling of leaves. I lowered my wand as I didn’t want to shine the light directly into the dragon’s eyes and took a few cautious steps forward trying to make as little noise as possible.

“Asterin, it’s me, Charlie. Please don’t get startled. I just wanted to bring you some food.” I whispered.

I have never been so afraid of a dragon before. I didn’t know her well enough to predict her next move. I know I should stay calm as she can sense fear but I couldn’t help it. She could just jump at me and eat me alive. Maybe that’s her delicacy – eating people.

“Asterin?” I tried calling her again.

I heard a twig break and pointed my wand in the direction of the sound. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my ribcage when I didn’t see anything but a pair of purple eyes. I took a step backward and lowered my wand.

“Asterin, please, you can’t be in the forest. It’s not safe for you.” I said with a gentle voice. I saw smoke coming out of her nostrils and that doesn’t mean anything good. If she breathes fire in the forest she can endanger the two Hungarian Horntails on the other side of it that just had their eggs hatched two weeks ago.

I knew I had to do something about it and get the dragon out. There was no time for panic or me chickening out.

Chicken! That’s it!

I tried not to show too much excitement not to startle the dragon.

“Asterin, I am just going to get something and I’ll be right back.” I took a few steps backward, looking her directly in the eyes before turning around and returning to the food supply hut.

If she doesn’t want to eat meat – especially the Hebridean Black favorite, deer – then maybe she has to have another preference.

I unlocked the door and went straight to the baby dragon section. Chicken blood and brandy. If she can’t eat solids, then maybe this will do the trick to get her back to her habitat!

“Asterin, I brought you something,” I whispered the second I knew I was getting close to where she was before. I carefully lifted my lit wand to spot her eyes – she didn’t move from where she was before I left.

“I think you’ll love this. It smells delicious!” I tried sounding cheerful and even though my heartbeat has slowed down, I was still a bit nervous.

I placed a huge bucket a few meters away from her and poured the contents of 2 bottles inside. I looked around and picked a large stick from the ground to mix the two and slowly backed away.

“Try it. I made this especially for you.” I grinned at the dragon whose nostrils stopped smoking and was now eyeing the bucket with curiosity.

“I promise it’s good and it will make you big and strong.” I sat down on the ground, patiently waiting for her to move.

Asterin let out a silent growl and took a cautious step toward the bucket. She sniffed the chicken blood and brandy and then locked eyes with me as if she was reading my face.

“It’s okay. It smells good, doesn’t it?” I couldn’t help but giggle. She was adorable even for her size. “Look, it’s safe to eat. I like it too!”

I opened a bottle of brandy and took a few sips. Even though I am not big on alcohol, especially brandy, I acted as if it’s the most delicious thing I have ever drunk.

Asterin was now looking at me with her head tilted to the side and waiting as if she expected me to drop dead on the ground.

“You have a lot of trust issues, don’t you?” I furrowed my brows. I wish I would know what happened to her so that I could plan to approach her in the right way.

After staring at me for 5 minutes, she sniffed the liquid in the bucket again and tasted the liquid with her tongue. I couldn’t believe how fast the bucket was empty. I got her to eat!

I stood up slowly and opened a bottle with chicken blood and the brandy I opened for myself before and started walking out of the forest making a trail of liquids. When I reached the edge of the forest I heard stomps behind me and a smile creased my face as I couldn’t believe my method worked.

Asterin was walking slowly and stopping every few steps to look around her and make sure she is not in danger. It broke my heart seeing her so frightened.

The first day a dragon is transported here, it usually sleeps and the next day starts exploring its habitat. It rarely happens that the dragon doesn’t feel comfortable with the amount of effort we put into the habitats and how strikingly they resemble the wild.

I have witnessed at least a dozen dragons coming here since I started working and I have never seen one so aware of its surroundings and with such a strong will to escape.

From the looks Matthew gave me every day before Asterin came here, I knew that handling this dragon won’t be a piece of cake but I was not prepared for this.

The second he told me that I will be in charge of a Hebridean Black I rushed home and started working on my strategy and read as many articles and facts about the breed. Of course, I knew all of it already but it eased my mind to refresh my memory.

Even though nervous, I was ready to start taming the dragon, to try and befriend her but her running away took me off guard. Asterin proved to me that she is not an ordinary dragon, not an ordinary Hebridean Black and that I will have to come up with a new plan to make her trust me before I visit her for breakfast in the morning.

After what seemed like 2 hours, Asterin finally came to the end of my chicken blood and brandy trail and curved up into a ball. I waited for her to close her eyes and for her breathing to steady so that I knew she was asleep before silently returning home.

It was 3 in the morning when I came back but I had no time to sleep. The first step in my training with Asterin has to be that she is comfortable with her surroundings and knows that she is safe. And I can’t waste any time sleeping when I can work out a plan.

Pacing up and down my kitchen for about an hour, I knew what I had to do. I also knew that my boss was going to kill me for it but there wasn’t another way.

It was clear that Asterin started gulping down the mixture when she saw me drinking the brandy. The gesture let her know that it was safe. So if I want to make her feel safe in her new home, she has to see that I am safe in it too.

It seems that she trusts me on the level to trust my judgment – at least to some degree – and if that is the only way I can make her see that she is okay here and that she has nothing to worry about then I have to be a bit mad and break a few rules.

I slept for one hour before my alarm clock woke me up and I hurried to get some clothes on me, quickly washed my teeth, skipped breakfast, going straight to Asterin.

She was already awake when I arrived with a fresh bucket of chicken blood and brandy. I took the biggest one I could find. It already takes a ridiculous amount of both to feed a baby dragon so I can’t imagine how much she needs so she can properly grow into the size she is supposed to be at her age.

At around one year a dragon should be halfway to its full size not looking like a Muggle minivan.

I placed the bucket a safe distance away from her and backed away to give her space to eat. She needed a moment to start sniffing the air and taking a step toward her breakfast but it was faster than yesterday so I was proud of her.

When she was done, she slammed the bucket into a nearby tree with her paw and sat down on the spot where the bucket was before.

“I’ll have to order more buckets, won’t I?” I chuckled and scratched my ear. “At least you ate. Was it good?” I dared to look her in the eyes and she replied with a huff.

I waited a minute more to see if she was going to move but as she decided to sit still as a statue, her claws deep in the ground again, it was time to test the idea I came up with when I got home last night.

I took a deep breath and hoped that this won’t get me fired. As I already said we only have 3 rules but if we break them, the consequences can be severe. I was aware that I could lose my job for this but if I prove myself right then I know what an approach I have to take.

I sat down on the ground a safe distance away from her and took off my gloves and the fireproof hat first. The dragon laid down with her head held high, waiting for my next move.

I took off all my body protective gear and sat down, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and trousers. I hugged my legs and rested my head on my knees, waiting for her response.

To my surprise, she lowered her head but her claws were still not relaxed, her eyes on me.

“Charles, what in the bloody hell are you doing?”

I wasn’t even surprised to hear Matthew’s angry voice. I knew that me taking off my gear was wrong and I was putting myself in danger.

“Please, Matthew, let me explain,” I said calmly, my eyes on Asterin who was now standing up and looked as if she was ready to run away again.

“Oh, you will explain. Why are you without your gear and why do you look like you only slept for an hour last night?” He looked down at me when he reached me, an angry expression on his face, waiting for my answer.

“Asterin ran into the forest last night and she didn’t want to eat anything, not even chicken blood and brandy until I drank some of the brandy. So I thought that since she is so frightened it might help her to see that if I am not protected and feel safe so can she.” I cleared my throat. “Oh, and I did in fact sleep only for one hour.” I finally took my eyes off the dragon and looked up at my boss.

“Is that why a supply is missing from the food hut and why the gate to the forest is broken?” Matthew looked puzzled. “Yes, I am sorry. I will order more food for baby dragons, on me if needed, I just wanted her to eat something and I will fix the fence right after I am finished here.” I smiled apologetically.

“Why would you feed a 1-year-old dragon blood and brandy anyway?”

“Well, you said that her teeth were damaged and that it might pain her if she chews so I tried the liquid diet,” I explained.

“And did she eat?” Matthew sounding impressed now looking from me to Asterin.

“After I drank some brandy in front of her.”

“Okay, we will order more if she’s willing to eat.” He nodded. “Is that what you gave her for breakfast too?”

“Yes, and she ate it all already.”

“We will need to ask the research team to find out how much of this she should get per day so she can grow.” Matthew sat down next to me, observing her behavior.

“Are her claws always this…”

“Tense?” Matthew nodded as I finished his sentence. “Yes. That’s why I broke the rules and took off my equipment. I am trying to prove to her that it’s safe here.”

“And here I was thinking you have lost your mind.” He let out a silent chuckle.

“Are you going to fire me?” I bowed my head.

“No, Charles. I trust that you know what you are doing. Just please inform me of any kind of recklessness you are going to try with Asterin before I have a heart attack thinking you have a death wish standing in a brown t-shirt in front of a Hebridean Black.” He winked at me.

“I will try. There was no time yesterday.”

“I understand. I will leave you to it then. Hopefully, you can make some progress in the next 14 days. She has to have her health examination with the healers then.”

“I will try my best.” I nodded and bestowed him with a small smile.

Matthew got up and put his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. Before he could walk away or take another glimpse at Asterin, she roared so loudly that it hurt my ears. She got up so abruptly that Matt stumbled backward and fell.

I got up and got closer to her to see if I can do some damage control as it looked as if she was going to scorch Matthew at any moment now.

“Hey, it’s okay. See, I am fine.” I tapped on the shoulder Matt did before. “He didn’t do anything to me. Matthew is okay, we can trust him, right?” I turned to my boss who looked horrified. He nodded, stood up, and dusted his equipment.

“Matt, take off your gear,” I whispered.

“What?”

“Take it off.”

“Are you mental? Why would I do that? She just tried attacking me.” Matthew frowned.

“We have to prove to her that you’re trustworthy.”

Matt sighed but obeyed me anyway. Asterin’s nostrils were blowing out smoke, her eyes on him.

“Here, see I am not here to harm you or Charlie.” He lifted his hands in defense, bowing his head a little.

“I told you he is on our side. You can calm down.” I turned to her, talking with a soothing voice.

Asterin laid back down and huffed the smoke out.

“Well, you’re doing something right that she’s protective of you.” Matthew sighed in relief that Asterin decided to keep him alive.

“I guess. I have to think of a way to approach her and to make her relax.” I pressed my lips together, thinking. “I didn’t think this was going to be so difficult.”

“You can still back out and let someone else try,” Matthew suggested.

“No, I can do it,” I said with determination in my voice. “I enjoy the challenge.” “I know you do, Charles.” Matthew smiled and walked away.

[themurphyzone]

If I Can’t Love Him Ch 4

AN: I do eventually wanna write out an entire BatB AU, it’s just that it’s kinda on the backburner compared to Nova and Pinky the Snowmouse right now. Decided to finish this story before working on anything else in BatB AU. Unlike the other chapters, this one’s not based off any scene in the 1991 movie.

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Ch 4: Hints of Kindness  

Two days since the West Wing incident, and there was still no sign of the Beast. His servants all said not to worry, he was always reclusive until it was time to give orders, but Pinky still worried for the Beast’s arm. He didn’t seem like the type to take it easy.

“Hey, if the scratches get infected, that’s on him,” Rita reassured Pinky as she escorted him down the corridor for breakfast.  

The servants were on a rotating schedule of helping him get around the castle to prevent another incident of wandering somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. Pinky appreciated the company, but part of him also wanted to sneak around too. If he was going to be here for the rest of his life, then he wanted to know every nook and cranny of the castle.

At least the nooks and crannies of the places he was allowed to go in.

But sneaking around would have to wait. At least until the world stopped spinning around. It was throwing him off-balance.

“So what do you want for breakfast?” Rita asked, her halo bobbing above her head as she glided along the floor. “Cream? Fish? Or the gray stuff again? That’s always a hit.”

The moment breakfast was mentioned, Pinky’s stomach flip-flopped and churned. “Quiet, tummy,” he scolded.

“You good? You’re pale,” Rita asked. “Not exactly a healthy shade of white.”

“I’m...narf...I’m okay!” Pinky tried to smile at her, but Rita’s eyes only narrowed. “Don’t worry about me!”

A shiver wracked his body. Was it just him, or was the castle draftier than usual?

“Nice try, mouse,” Rita crossed her paws over her angel robe. “But a little tip about castle living? If the boss can’t pull a fast one over Hello Nurse when he’s sick, neither can you. Try it, and the results ain’t gonna be pretty.”

He was fine though. Pinky was used to hiding any signs of sickness from Papa. He couldn’t worry his father like that when there were other things to worry about. All he had to do was cover his mouth so all the icky stuff wouldn’t get out and run over to Slappy’s tree for help.

He didn’t like lying. It made him feel awful inside. But he had to, just so he wouldn’t scare Papa.

"Sorry," Pinky whispered, his throat tight. "I'll go back to my...I mean, the room you all gave me. I don't wanna make anyone else sick. Poit."

"Eh, don't worry about it," Rita said. "Only the boss is affected by that sorta thing. Rest of us are immune. Now c'mon. I gotta tell Hello Nurse so we can get some chow into you."  

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Secrets never remained secrets in the castle for long. It took a grand total of thirty seconds before a crowd of servants gathered outside the bedroom door, from the littlest dinner fork to several heavy cabinets that clinked with dishes and silverware as they moved.

A tall coat rack lifted Pinky back into bed. And while Pinky didn’t mind climbing to reach the strange, huge mattress that was cozy when he was tired and not so cozy when he thought of Papa and home, he was too dizzy to climb up himself right now.

Though he wanted to snuggle into the blankets more than anything else, he couldn’t until the stethoscope finished checking his heart and lungs. He shivered as the cold bell pressed into his chest and back, but tried to breathe when he was asked to.

When it was finished, the stethoscope firmly knocked twice against the mahogany bedframe and wrapped itself around the coat rack’s thin wooden arm.

“So what’s the verdict?” Rita asked from the doorway.

“Well, his heart and lungs are strong. And nothing’s inflamed either,” Hello Nurse said. “Pinky, are you having trouble breathing?”

Pinky shook his head.

“Any chest pain?”

“Nope. Don’t worry, everyone! It’s just a fever. I’ll be fit as a fiddle soon!” Pinky said, trying to reassure them. “And I can clean some rooms or dust the staircases or anything else you want then!”

“Nope, that won’t do at all! You’re our guest and we insist you get some rest!” Yakko protested. The fire on his head burnt intensely, and the flammable servants hastily scooted away from him. “Ya know, that’s not a bad verse for Be a Pest now that I think about it. But still! Don’t even think about getting out of bed ‘til Hello Nurse okays it!”

“Only for a day or two,” Hello Nurse added. “And tell someone immediately if you have trouble breathing or the fever gets worse. You came back soaked to the bone, and I don’t want this developing into pneumonia.”

Okay, at least he wouldn’t be confined for too long. He wanted to move around and explore. What was the point of being imprisoned in a castle if he couldn’t explore?

“What about Pharfignewton?” Pinky asked. “She fell in the river too. And...she’s all I’ve got now.”

His mother’s cape was in shreds. He didn’t know how Papa was doing. Pharfignewton was the only member of the family he could see now. The blue dress was his only remaining possession from his life in the village.

“She’s okay!” Dot piped up. “The stablemaster is one of the best in the province! He’s got her covered in a pretty violet blanket.”

“She really likes apples!” Wakko exclaimed.

Pharfignewton adored apples, and while Pinky trusted the servants to take care of her, he also wanted to make sure she was alright in-person.

But that would have to wait for a few hours.

Sapped of energy, he yawned and curled underneath the blankets. Only his head poked out, and his vision blurred as his eyes drooped with exhaustion.

The crowd dissipated with promises to come back with food and medicine later, until only Yakko lingered in the doorway.

“Keep an eye on him, Marita,” Hello Nurse told the purple and white wardrobe, which had a hippo’s face carved into the top. She hummed her agreement. “Now come along, Yakko. Pinky needs his rest.”

“But-”

“I’m sure Dr. Scratchnsniff misses you. It’s been a busy past few days,” Hello Nurse suggested, and Yakko hopped away, his spirits restored as he hollered about all the news he wanted to deliver to the psychiatrist’s couch.

Soon they were gone. As Pinky’s eyes drooped shut, he thought he might’ve seen the end of a cape and a zigzagged tail dart behind a crouching gargoyle in the hallway. But the door swung closed before he could be sure.

o-o-o-o-o

Despite the fever, or maybe because of it, it was the best sleep he had in ages.

“Wakey, wakey, Rip Van Winkle!” Dot shouted. “Got your hot tea and soup here!”  

Pinky rubbed his eyes, stretching his limbs and tail as he sat up against his large pillow. His forehead was hot to the touch, and his throat was a bit sore. He breathed in fine, warm steam from the tea and soup, and while he didn’t have much of an appetite right now, he’d at least try to eat what he could. He was sure it would taste wonderful anyway.  

A tray slid onto his lap. A steaming bowl of chicken and vegetable broth, a flower patterned teacup full of warm liquid, and a spoon and napkin laid on top of it.

“It’s lovely. Thanks so much!” Pinky said, smiling at the Warners, who sat atop a rolling cart next to his bed.

“Make sure you gobble it all down like a turkey!” Wakko exclaimed, doing his best impression of a turkey call just as Pinky took his first sip of the broth, which included several small pieces of carrots.

Pinky couldn’t help but laugh, which was a huge mistake with food in his mouth. He sputtered and coughed, quickly pounding on his throat as he snatched up the teacup and took a huge gulp of tea to wash it down.

“Well, don’t make him choke on it!” Dot scolded.

“Careful, dearie,” Marita said as she shifted a lovely green dress to a hanger on her front.  “My darling Flavio puts lots of love into his food. I wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”

“I will,” Pinky promised. He ate more slowly, trying to savor every bite. Not that he really needed to chew. Everything just slid down his throat like melted butter.

“That didn’t go into your lungs, right?” Yakko asked, who’d been strangely silent during the visit.

“I don’t think so,” Pinky replied. “And no agonizing, excruciating, stabbing, or writhing pain?”

Pinky stretched his limbs, careful not to jostle the tray too much. “A bit sore, but I’ll be alright.”

“It’s only a fever, Yakko,” Dot muttered, rolling her eyes as Yakko’s flames burst sporadically. “He’s not suddenly gonna drop dead or anything.”

Wakko shuffled his wooden legs awkwardly as Yakko and Dot burst into an argument over their guest’s health, and Pinky found himself nursing a headache that developed at his temple.

“Children, I think our guest wants some peace while he eats,” Marita suggested, her front drawer opening to reveal a lavender letter that was sealed with a heart-shaped kiss mark. “In the meantime, would you do me a favor and deliver this letter to my sweetheart?”

“For true love!” Dot squealed in joy, forgetting that she didn’t have hands to grab it by as she strained to grab it from Marita’s handle. Wakko reached over and grabbed it for her, and Dot hopped to the other side of the cart in a huff, muttering that she could’ve gotten it for herself.

“Hi-ho rolling cart, away!” Yakko shouted, and the cart sped across the room and slammed into the slightly ajar door, and the Warners were nearly thrown off the cart from the impact.

“GAH!” there was a surprised shout from behind the door as it crashed against the wall.

That wasn’t a normal door crashing into the wall sound.

To Pinky’s surprise, the Beast stumbled into view from behind the door. He clutched one shoulder with his bandaged arm, an irritated growl building in his throat.

The Warners whistled innocently and gave the Beast extremely wide, guilty smiles before zooming away.

“Ooh, that sounded like it hurt,” Pinky said, and the Beast looked at him in annoyance. Then Pinky remembered that they hadn’t spoken to each other in a few days, and he didn’t really know where he stood with the Beast right now. “Did they catch you on the arm?”

The white-collared shirt was new though. It was a high quality piece of clothing, even though it was a simple design.  

The Beast stood in the doorway, the bandages outlined against his sleeve on his injured arm while he held onto the doorframe with his uninjured arm. He also wore a wine-red cape and a pair of black trousers, and both clothing items were much less worn and ragged than when Pinky had first met him in that tower just a few nights ago.

“They didn’t,” the Beast grunted, staring at the floor like he’d seen a very interesting dust bunny. The silence was only broken by Marita’s blissful humming and the clink of Pinky’s spoon against his bowl.

The Beast wasn’t the best at conversations. It was either too much roaring or stony silence with no in-between with him.

“Were you eavesdropping?” Pinky asked.

The Beast huffed. “I was napping behind the door.”

“Strange place to nap,” Pinky said. “Wouldn’t you be better off in a cozy bed? Less back problems that way. And you wouldn’t be smashed in the shoulder by a door.”

“I’ll...keep that in mind,” the Beast replied, still not making eye contact with Pinky.

Though his responses were short and blunt, it seemed to be more out of awkwardness than anything. Still, Pinky wished the Beast would come up with a topic. It wasn’t exactly 20 Questions if the other party wasn’t asking anything.

Pinky chewed a piece of chicken, even though he didn’t need to. “Is Yakko okay? He seemed kinda scared cause I’m sick.”

“Oh, he can’t help it, dearie. An illness almost took-” Marita trailed off as a growl rose from the Beast’s throat. “-well, nobody wants to see your fever grow worse. Especially Yakko.”

Had the Beast been severely ill for a time and didn’t want to admit it? Pinky wanted to ask, but from the way the Beast’s claws dug into the doorframe, he decided that maybe it was better if he didn’t.

“Sorry if it’s a sore subject. I can ask something else if you want,” Pinky said.

The Beast’s large ears lowered, and his growl tapered off. And for the first time, shadowed pink eyes met Pinky’s.

“The fabric you used as a temporary bandage...was it important?” the Beast asked.

Pinky dropped his spoon into the bowl, surprised at a question that involved his mother’s cloak. No harm in being honest though.

“That cloak used to belong to my mother. It became mine after the accident,” Pinky admitted. The two fabric scraps from his cloak had been laundered, scrubbed of blood, and neatly tucked away in one of Marita’s drawers. He figured he could still use them somehow, but hadn’t quite figured it out yet.

The Beast looked distinctly uncomfortable, averting his eyes once more. “Sorry about your mother.”

Though awkward, it was a more sincere condolence than what some who’d attended her funeral had said.

“She wouldn’t have minded though. I think she’d be happy to know her cloak helped you,” Pinky said.

He didn’t have any doubts about that. He remembered his mother as a generous, lovely soul, even though he was a child when she passed away.

The Beast placed a hand over his bandaged arm. Then he turned to leave.

“When you’re healthy again, I’ll personally make sure that you know your way around the castle,” the Beast said. “But only to ascertain that you won’t barge into the West Wing again.”

It would be nice not to get lost. He always had trouble finding the kitchen so he could thank Chef Flavio for his meals.

“Alright,” Pinky agreed as he pushed his tray aside. He wasn’t hungry anymore. “And Beast?”

The Beast was a few steps away from Pinky’s door. He paused and looked back, stumbling over his feet like he wasn’t used to walking on two legs.

“Thanks for checking on me,” Pinky said. He snuggled into the blankets once again, ready to sleep off his meal. “I’m sure I’ll recover twice as fast cause I know everyone wants me to feel better.”

There was a long silence.

“You’re welcome,” the Beast finally said. Then he was gone.

And strangely, Pinky was looking forward to the promised tour.

Fun fact: Stethoscopes were invented in 1816, which isn’t in the French Revolution era of Beauty and the Beast, but this is Animaniacs and I am allowed to be anachronistic.

Before the curse took hold, Dot was severely ill for a time (same deal as Wakko’s Wish), and Brain doesn’t want this info getting out cause it could potentially reveal the curse to Pinky. Yakko is just spooked by any type of illness as a result, even a temporary mild fever.  

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 5)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 4.1

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Cirilla and Geralt has gotten into a big fight. Thus, leading to you learning more about witchers and having a soft spot for his child of surprise.

Warnings: Angsty? Kinda? Cirilla's having an emotional breakdown. Geralt being one stern dad and kinda mean? Jaskier being talkative in the wrong times. You being confused at everything. Boner references? HAHAHAHAH.

Words: 5,600+

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Seeing the satisfaction of people smiling and humming to the food you cook was a great feeling for a person who loved cooking. Gratification would be an understatement for the feeling you were having as you've watched Ciri and Jaskier munch down on the viands you've poured your heart with.

As per usual, Geralt was only humming in satisfaction after all of his and Jaskier's attempt on making edible food. Sometimes it isn't, sometimes it is. But, most of the time; it was inedible to be eaten.

Ciri was moaning out her extreme satisfaction. Vigorously devouring the Fried Chicken like she had beeb famished for at least a year. Crumbs of the breading scattered all over her mouth and face as she scratched her forehead with the back of her soiled hand.

"How's the chicken, Ciri?"

Dishes clanging and food were being munched in the background. You swallowed your food first before asking the princess.

"Better than ever," she incoherently mumbled. Mouth filled with food as she slightly coughed from not chewing it well as she swallowed.

The bard seemed to have accepted the fact that Kolby was sitting on the far end of the kitchen, eyes twinkling for food to be thrown to him. Though, he was still being ignored by Jaskier as if he weren't in the room; probably just stingy and disturbed for his presence, "This soup is delightful!"

Jaskier waved the bone of his chicken in the air like a flag. Turning his head to look at Geralt who was silently eating his food with an apathetic expression of his that was normal for the man. "Geralt," the bard called out for the latter. "Hmm," the witcher tiredly hummed in response, "We need some ale! Please tell me you've bought one when we've last visited the marketplace,"

You've bit the tendons of your chicken. Kolby has caught your attention as he was staring out of hunger. Again. You've reached out for the grapes that sat in front of you and grabbed onto half the stem before snapping it. Throwing the fruit towards the Hirikka as it caught it with his adorable paws.

"Moop!" Kolby answered as a thank you. A very weird, high pitch sound that disturbed you at first when you heard his voice but slowly and surely getting the hang of hearing it when he was happy, sad, guilty or anything he feels.

"I've finished it all," Geralt mumbled after a second of swallowing his food.

"Oh, you drunkard!"

You've snapped your head at the bard, lower lip jutting out as you were deep in your thoughts. Your head turning as you studied your unfinished chicken.

"I can make one," you blurted out loud to Jaskier's interest, "I've studied culinary enough to make my own wine and beer or ale in this old time,"

His lips formed in an 'O' shape, entirely elated at the skills you've opted. A grin as wide as the Cheshire cat when he'd shook his head out of stupefaction.

"I am certainly wrong in calling you a rat," he gave you a boyish smile before looking at the ceilings; acting like he was talking to God, "You are one of the gods sent from above, Y/N!"

The witcher stopped chewing halfway to give you his attention before he carry on with his devouring and eyed the bard who was mischievously grinning at the bear of a man.

"Geralt here has his ears clapping because you know how to make ale," he gestured to Geralt with a newly taken chicken in the middle of the wooden table, "---now, we can seldomly visit the inns for our brotherly whereabouts or the brothels for your midnight pleasure with your whores---" the devious bard was cut off when Geralt breathed in deep and scolded him with a monotonous pitch. "Jaskier,"

Jaskier winked back at him, now moitioning for what was hidden below his pants; a hasty ridicule sent, "Don't want me stating the stiff of a bird howling out of its nest or your twig-n-berries because Y/N here has mentioned that she knows how to make ale!"

Jaskier was unaware of his hands that was flat on the table. With his fingers widely flattened and having spaces in between. He was utterly frightened when Geralt has brutally stabbed in between the spaces of it with a bread knife he never used; leaving Jaskier stammering like he'd been castrated.

"Ge--Geralt!"

You've gave them a double-take, blinking from Geralt's hostlity and his patience snapping out of a sudden. He was glaring at the bard but Jaskier was already swallowing his saliva and disgustingly coughing out bits of chicken and soup; leaving bits to spill on the sides of his mouth as he shockingly stared at the knife close to his fingers.

"Are they always slitting each other's throats?" you thought out loud, continuing your indulgement. The question sent to the Ashen princess.

"I'm afraid so," Cirilla shrugged as a matter of fact; ignoring Geralt's patience suddenly snapping; like it was their normal.

Cirilla has studied your clothes as you sat and ate silently. The both of you ignoring Jaskier's complaints about how Geralt was close to stabbing his fingers that give people; out of this world epics. It was the fingers that holds a lute which can change the witcher's name and the world. The bard continued raving out as Geralt resumed eating silently with Jaskier bombarding his peace.

"Y/N?" The pretty child called out of curiosity, "---You need clothes!" she continued with a point to your clothing. Her nose scrunching in distaste, "---Proper clothes and not ginormous clothes from Geralt,"

From the mention of his name, the man himself glanced at your direction and scooped the last drop of his soup; eyeing you both in wonder.

"We need to visit Babeth again! I want to buy Y/N a dress," Cirilla gave her best pleading eyes. The meaning of her words have another meaning as well. She probably also wanted to play with some teens she could meet out in the marketplace or if she could play with her best friend named 'Ethelia' whenever they had their weekly visit.

You responded rather hurriedly, shaking your head as you've finished your last piece of chicken; chewing the skin as you left it for your last bite to thoroughly satiate the taste, "Oh, you don't have to because I don't like dresses---"

The princess pouted before you, currently dismayed by your response, "But, you can't leave the house with just Geralt's under-Tunic! People will be looking at you strangely! Very out of the ordinary compared to the women wearing thick, warm dresses," she explained with that puppy eyes she'd been an expert in.

Cirilla was drinking her soup from the rim of the bowl in haste before dropping it with a thud. She leaned her elbows on the table, her eyes twinkling with hope as she gave Geralt the look that gets him to always say yes; all the darn time.

He didn't hate it with Cirilla. The Witcher hated it whenever it was you because he didn't think he would ever get to not say no to another person like a child with puppy eyes. What was even worse was that you weren't even a child and you were having your way that he'd even agreed on having a Hirikka in his home just like a pet.

Perhaps, he was actually short of a marble.

"Can we go to the marketplace and visit Babeth please, Geralt? You've earned enough coins to build this small house! I wanna buy Y/N clothes to wear and make her feel comfortable," she exclaimed eagerly like a child wanting for a field trip.

Geralt gave her a languid blink before studying you who sat beside Cirilla. You've given him a smile when your eyes connected; feeling all tingly on the inside. That overwhelming warmth that makes your face feel mellow with tingly insides.

The Witcher only hummed with an impassive appearance. Last time, they've gotten the chance to visit the marketplace; Jaskier was drunk and had to bed a seller in exchange for a tunic he wanted or maybe he'd just wanted her after letting a man who he had his eyes on and is as youthful as him; run away with a knight who had been drinking back in the tavern. He was probably frustrated and glum after what has happened.

Albreda was beautiful and as sexy as a fox. So, it was also a win-win situation for the bard despite of how he lost to a knight from the castle of Kaedwan. In comparison, what can his lute even do to a sword?

The young princess notice Geralt's neutral response. Never knowing if it was a yes or a big no. She puffed out a breath; slipping her fingers under her thighs as she sat on her chair when she'd hollered for the bard's attention, making him snap out of his prattles, "Jaskier, please tell Geralt that Y/N needs a set of normal clothes for her to wear!"

You smiled; completely unnerving as you wanted to repeal from the offer at hand. Jaskier gave out a hum and a quick nod was simultaneously sent when he did as he dropped the empty bone on his plate with a loud cling. "Alright, alright. I'll give a quarter of coins for Y/N,"

"See! Jaskier approves!"

The quiet witcher bluntly spoke with a rasp after he drank his water; glowering as he drank from his cup, "He doesn't even have the coins to buy his own tunic,"

Jaskier looked at him; faking the offence. Geralt gave him a shrug of his shoulders and a cocky slant of his head from the reaction.

The bard ignored the reiteration; which was a first time for everything and leaned forward on his chair, folding his arms as it rested on the table. Remembering an offer brought to him by one of the villagers back in Durriken's Tavern, "---I've heard the villagers asking for a witcher's help again,"

Jaskier clicked his tongue as he pondered, the crease of his forehead growing deeper in thought, "---Preferrably the butcher of Blaviken," pause. "The first hunt that they wanted was a Bloedzuiger, this was offered by Babeth herself because her husband has seen one in the swamps," he gestured with his index finger pointing on the ceiling like an 'you know' gesture.

Thus, the bard gestured with an 'a-okay' sign with his fingers like he was pertaining to coins as he explained further, "---Second is an Echinops with a lot more coins involved, considering the stories; it is said that its difficult to slay because it can only be seen in places where crimes have been committed or the graves of the dead. But, this was offered near Vizima. Thoroughly far. We have yet to travel,"

You had no idea what they were saying. Your narrowed eyes says so as you stared at them both. A what? you thought inside your head. A bulldozer? Itchynuts? What is it that Geralt does in his everyday life? Does he really slaughter beasts as a job like it was normal in their world?

You were completely an embodiment of curiosity and bafflement. There was a lot of knowledge that has entered your brain since that night but it seems like it wasn't enough. You needed more idea as to what was running in their world. Sad to say, the monsters were even running freely for Geralt who seemed to be needed for a kill.

Cirilla had a frown twisting her face. She'd exhaled; loud enough for the three of you to look at her as she called out for the man who sat across from her. "Geralt," and the witcher only gave a hum as a response. He knew what she was going to say and Jaskier's timing was the worst thing in the world that could happen.

"You're going? Again? I thought you were going to leave the beasts alone when you've realized that people are more evil instead?"

The latter couldn't help but give Jaskier the nastiest scowl he could offer. If anything, he wanted to throw Jaskier in a lake full of bathing Hirikkas to scare the shit out of him.

Geralt sat back on his chair as it creaked, his golden eyes complimenting his chalky white hair that fell on his shoulders in a dazzling way ever. He shook his head to her disdain, "I can't let people be killed by these beasts," his jaw clenched as a frown was etching to grow on his face, "They need my help,"

The blue eyed child was sending daggers to the witcher and you watched them both share scowls at each other from the sudden plan that uncoiled from the moment Jaskier opened his damn mouth.

"I thought you didn't want anyone needing you?" Cirilla simmered as a matter of fact as she crossed her arms.

Geralt could hear the parsimonous tone she'd kept up, making him seeth and his teeth grit as he sent another one of his tight scowls, "Then, why are you here?"

Cirilla loudly huffed to herself, snapping her gaze away from the latter. He sighed a big one, shaking his head again from the argument that is happening. "You're just worried, Princess." he nonchalantly uttered as he blinked and looked away, sounding so tired from everything.

"Of course, I am!" Cirilla suddenly fumed, voice turning a pitch higher than she intended to.

Jaskier raised his hand up after a minute of pure silence. Except for the loud sighs that both parties have been emitting. The bard cleared his throat for emphasis and both snapped their heads to look at him.

"Besides, he'd never stopped, Princess Cirilla," The man who has started the fight, declared like it would help the situation. But, no. It definitely just worsened and it made Geralt send him laser  through his eyes.

A continuous set of rapid blinking happened to you at the words spoken by Jaskier himself. An inquisitive look needing quick answers given to the child sat beside you. "Y-You're a princess? Like a real princess? It's not just an endearment or something?"

"Cirilla is the princess of Cintra," the bard commented, answering your question in haste. You swallowed a lump in your throat, fingers scratching your temple when you wondered how it was possible. It is, in their kingdom and according to their time line, their era would be filled with royal empires or a hierarchy of the royal kingdom, "You mean, a kingdom? A huge kingdom? Like the daughter of a president?"

Nobody answered you at that. With Cirilla still glaring at Geralt and Jaskier looking at you weirdly by what you were blabbering about; trying so deeply to understand you.

Thus, it was as if all clouds started form; a sight of the princess breaking as it could be seen through the windows of her soul. You've took a glimpse of her and that tiny quiver of her lips and cheeks signified a little girl who was terrified of a future that was meant for her, "Why must you lie to me, Geralt?" she whispered, voice breaking as she swallowed and fought back the tears.

Your heart fell for the girl who seemed to be in an emotional battle with herself. It was like you see yourself in her. The fear that consumes her as if she had been all alone, scared and with nobody to ask for help.

She was a broken child. Emotionally.

At the sight of her tear-threatening face. Geralt gritted his teeth, whisper cusses to himself as he saw how he'd upsetted her again and so, his voice tried to soften; be a little more considerate from where she was coming from, "I had to, Princess. You wouldn't have let me go day by day if you knew where I was going," he paused, crossing his sturdy arms as he reasoned, "---besides, where was I getting food every day for us when I don't get to slaughter beasts?"

Cirilla's expression died down a little bit, her heart thumping out of her chest as she tried to dig in to her memories. There was riches under her bed back in Cintra, she remembered. "Grandmother has left gold under my bed, located in a big, brown, treasure box---"

Geralt immediately cut her off, gruffly but calmly spilling the beans for the tenth time for his whole life, "Nilfgaard has already looted the whole castle," his voice sounded stern as he uttered with no remorse; constantly reminding the princess of the truth and letting her understand, "---When I told you there was no going back, I wasn't lying."

You've tried to hold her hand that was tightly fisted across the table, yet you were too slow as she instantaneously stood on her chair with a tight-fitting frown on her face, "We leave tomorrow morning," Geralt declared as he watched her storm out the kitchen slash dining. The door being shut closed; loud enough for the trees to shake as the witcher seemed unfazed by her tantrums and sadness, "I'll give the princess what she wants, in repayment for my mistakes,"

After the accidental argument that Jaskier has made, it was already night time when both parties didn't seem to want nor have the plan to talk to each other like what they always do.

Geralt was out and nowhere to be found, with his horse as you've checked. A sudden want to ask him what happened and what it was about for you to be less of an idiot around the house and Jaskier finally regretting his mouth that ran with no thinking. The princess stayed in her chambers for seven hours already. There was no clock, but you've guessed by the evening twilight. Still, no response from the princess after an hour of convincing her it was time to eat dinner with a dessert of steamed chocolate cake you've managed to make through scrapes that you've specially created for her.

Both you and Jaskier were in front of her door, knocking repeatedly as the bard tried to woo her out of her bed. "Princess Cirilla?" he professed with a tone close enough to be considered as singing.

Seconds later, you've heard a faint yell from beneath the covers, "Leave me alone, Bard!"

The both of you sighed from her stubborness. They were both pretty obstinate; Geralt and Cirilla. You massaged your temples, eyeing the bard who had his ears flat against the door, trying to listen what was happening behind it. "Why is she mad?" it was a soft whisper that could only get Jaskier to hear. The bard shrugged, blinking back at you.

"Because," his sentence was vague, igniting a tight-lipped lour from you; totally unsatisfied by the information that was said.

He'd look at you with a faultless glint of his eyes, wondering what you were waiting for as he said his explainations as to why Cirilla was mad at the witcher. The bard sighed when you've continued to look at him lackadaisically and so he decided it was best to give a proper answer, "Geralt's been the...only one protecting her," he dubiously and quietly whispered, not giving away all the information yet.

Your frown grew tighter, cocking your head as you pondered, "---From what?"

"The people who want her as dead as a door nail," Jaskier stepped away from the door, his voice turning lower if that was even possible for Cirilla not to hear.

Shock was evident in your features. The details sounding like a bellicose. It was difficult to comprehend that somebody wanted to kill a kid who doesn't cause any harm. Or that was what you thought from what you've observed since the day you were with them. She seemed normal and harmless.

"I don't understand?" you trailed off and shake your head in a perplexed manner, "---Isn't she his child? It's obvious that he would protect her with all his life. Besides, where's the...mom?"

The mother. You were sure Cirilla was Geralt's child based on how protective he was with her. He acts like a father towards the princess. Was his wife the queen? you thought and tried to think of how the family tree works.

The bard narrowed his eyes at you; crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder on Cirilla's door with that smirk appearing on his face, "She isn't his child. She's his child of surprise,"

Your face warped into pure confusion, feeling the back of your head twitch because of how muddlesome it sounded, "Nani?! (What?!)"

From how weirder their facts get, the more you didn't even know that your words become incoherent. Jaskier eyed you like you've evolved into a Hirikka and gave you a shrug, asking you 'what?' with that weirdest expression he could create.

Your lips twitched into a small smile before it fell; realizing what he meant, "So, an illegitimate child? Where's the mom?"

The idea of continuously asking where her mother is; gave another meaning for the bard and even to yourself as well. You wanted to cringe so hard as your mouth couldn't stop itself from the utterance of your interest and the cat would be killed if Jaskier would've told you that there was actually a mom and they were a happy family.

You didn't know why your heart was feeling that way. Very intrigued by the witcher's life and not just from his marriage status but by how he or they lived in an era like this.

An era full of singularities compared to your dimension. The question is, how will you live if you couldn't get home as soon as possible? With dragons, beasts, vampires, mages or sorceress freely walking around their dimension would be your end.

Jaskier groaned to himself, his eyes rolling from your naivety and being blind over the fact that the child already has no progenitrix. "THERE'S NO MOTHER!" he whisper-yelled with another groan as he held his forehead because of how he was trying his hardest not to spit any more details that could get you in danger, "---I'm starting to think that you just want to know if Geralt has a missus or not!"

You opened your mouth and eventually dropped it like a gold fish. The grin on Jaskier's face tells he was happy to have seen you taken a bit of karma from the commotion you've brought since the tamed Hirikka came. As you've seen the perversity in his eyes, you were sure you wanted to defend yourself from being misunderstood. That is, if you really didn't meant that.

"I'm--I'm not!" a simple stumble over your own words was enough for Jaskier's grin to grow bigger. The bard loudly chuckled to his felicity at your little crush for the witcher. His guesses were correct then. Well, it always does. Damsels, maidens, princesses and even sorceresses had an eye for his beast-slaughtering friend. Even he so, could prove that Geralt was a handsome, dashing witcher despite of his quiet and grumpy attitude at times.

It definitely adds that 'oohmph' effect for Geralt Of Rivia.

"To answer your undying curiosity, He doesn't have a consort or a lover, understand?!" Jaskier tried to heartened. You crossed your arms like a snob and a fierce glare. The latter's laugh died down as he held onto his stomach, "Besides, It's...kind of knackering to explain,"

The latter gave you a shrug, mouth jutting in a pout with a raised brow, "If you wanna be mother hen to the child, then go ahead. She already had her tantrums last month and it didn't end well for me," he cocked his head to the side and stared out of nowhere then suddenly shaking his head to erase the thoughts when he added, "---I had a bruise on the forehead because she threw a block of wood at Geralt and it bounced on me,"

Jaskier moved away from the door, patting his clothes in attempt to dust away the dirt that didn't seem to be seen. He was actually brushing off the negativity that was happening, "Just...don't make her scream or annoy her any less,"

His warning made you question in interest, "What? Why?"

"You'll die," Jaskier was quick to answer like it was nothing. He grabbed onto his lute that rested upon a wall and inserted the hoop around his shoulders. You watched him strum, "You're joking,"

"A bard makes epics! Not jokes!" he gave you a once over with that smile of his, before ambling away from you and towards the door out of the house. Kolby was crouched on the side as he eyed the bard with curiosity. "Well, seldom, I do...or maybe all the time?" was the only words he mutter before leaving the house and probably plan on giving you both the time alone; believing that you could simmer Cirilla's anger rather than him.

You've exhaled an exasperated breath, staring at the Hirikka who was guiltlessly eyeing you with no animosity.

With one swift turn of your heel, you were face to face towards the door to her room, "Cirilla?" you softly knocked; knowing that she'd heard Jaskier leave. So, it was better because she seemed to not like him knocking on her door, "---Kolby wants to play, would you like to play with us?"

A loud, squeaky sound echoed around the house made by the Hirikka himself as he heard his name from your lips. Thus, you've heard the lock to her door being pulled, alarming you that it was already unlocked and so, you've gently pushed the door open; a quarter of your foot already in her room, "Can I..come in?" you hesitatingly asked. No answer was given so maybe that was a yes.

You stood in the middle of her room. It was plain and definitely dull. All dirt-brown with white sheets like it wasn't a teenager who was resting in her chambers. The room needed a woman's touch and creativity. If you'll last longer in their dimension, then there was no problem because you could help her make her room more cozy and sweet.

She was covered in sheets, obviously not wanting visitors as she was curled away from the door. A typical reaction of a child who was upset about things.

You slowly sat on her bed, making Cirilla turn till she was facing the bulbless ceiling with the sheets covering her face. Only a candle on her bed side table was the only thing giving you light as the day was already night, "What's the matter?"

A harsh breath was heard under the covers; puffing out frustratingly, "Geralt lied to me," she glumly whispered like a secret was being told. You shifted on the bed and laid your back on the bed post, "About?"

Cirilla took a peek under her covers and there you saw those pretty blue eyes gazing back at you with sadness, "---Slaying beasts. Again. I thought he stopped,"

You've crossed your legs like a pretzel; giving her a soft smile and faze of your eyes that could comfort her, "But, isn't that what he always do?" pause.

People have been saying that like it was his job. It was like he was born for that kind of thing; killing beasts and what if's. Thus, you respect it especially that you didn't live in their world and you don't have the right to judge people for what they do to survive with life.

"He is a witcher," you added softly, trying to sound reasonable and for her anger to pass.

Arguments lead to disappointments. Hence, it always only leaves people upset and for their hearts to turn gloomy. You were never a fan of it, as fights just makes you want to cry. As per usual. Growing up sensitive was a pain in the ass because sometimes; with just one loud retort or yell could get you sobbing like a child because you were hurt.

No wonder Cirilla was wailing beneath the covers. There were hints of redness amongst the sea of her eyes and you wouldn't notice it when you didn't have stared.

The princess of Cintra hurriedly sat on her bed, making you slightly bounce at the action. You watch her forehead crease a lot more than it ever does, her eyes now fixated on the candle on her bed side table, watching how the flames sway their bodies like they were dancing under the moonlight, "Witchers encounter all types of beasts. Poisonous, lethal or the uttermost dangerous creatures you can ever meet,"

"You're worried he'd die in a battle," you stated the obvious and nodded in understanding.

Cirilla snapped out from staring at the candle for far too long, giving you a once over as she weakly spoke, "You've never seen him in a real fight," she stated as a matter of fact. You clicked your tongue as you thoroughly tried to remember, "He'd kill an Alghoul?"

At long last, the princess gave a smile as she acknowledged your non-existent ideas about what a real witcher is, "That's just a novice type of beast, Y/N." pause. "---Geralt has encountered more than that. Dragons, werewolves, sirens, archgriffins and more. You name it, he can slaughter them all," Cirilla stated with that certain confidence she had for the only person protecting her through it all.

After a second of cogitating; she'd voiced out, "---Even people, Y/N. If he protects you, he protects you with all his life. He eliminates every beast that cause detriment to villages, if he is given a favor. That's what witchers are painfully trained for; to terminate beasts that inhabits our world,"

Only a shut of your mouth was given to the princess. Your smile falling as you continued to listen like a behaved school girl, and so she raved on to your further knowledge, "---He doesn't care what happens to him. Geralt is not any normal human you may know. He may appear like it, but no. He is disliked by a lot of people. Though, Some are not due to Jaskier's notable epics about him. Thanks to the annoying bard," she snorted after giving gratitude to Jaskier and his poems.

Her smile grew as she tried to lighten up the mood of the topic; even noticing how you were frowning beside her bed. She proceeded to give utter details about the man you've never have thought would experience that kind of future for him, "---He lives longer than any other human, has supernatural abilities and is trained to kill these beasts. He's a mutated human,"

Your mind was shook, heart feeling blue because of the backstory of what he is. There was actually an explanation as to why he was quiet most of the time; only uttering words when he wants to then his mood changes like a woman who has a period for two years straight. He rarely smiles, but when he does; it was as if the world was having multiple rainbows all at once whenever it happens.

He had a nightmare of a childhood probably.

You swallowed the tight knot forming your throat, still grasping at the new information like it wasn't real; that everything wasn't. Especially the way how your heart was left in somber when you should think about how you would go home and not about his past.

Your mind was in a mess. Only you could shut your mouth after hearing those news. You wanted to ask if those supernatural abilities consist of what Superman has and try to lighten up the mood; but you couldn't utter out a word and felt depressing because you've suddenly pop out of nowhere and added to Geralt's problems.

Cirilla secretly inspected your reactions and you were frowning. A new sight for her to see as she was used to seeing you smile all the time: that happy-go-lucky aura you had drawn her into liking you as a member of the house just like Jaskier; or a family which Jaskier earned the spot.

She noted your silence as a go signal for her to rant more, "---He's the only person who takes care of me. After all of my family who has died from the war,"

The war? a question popped inside your head and you've lately realized that it was said out loud for the princess to hear.

She dubiously nodded to your question, biting the insides of her cheeks as she opened herself like a book to you, "Cintra...it has been our kingdom," her voice faltered, growing softer and weaker; the topic appearing to be sensitive for the princess, yet she still continued with her big girl panties, "---Nilfgaard is a kingdom you don't want to encounter; especially the elves. They're still hunting us down,"

They were still being hunted. You wanted to say out loud but decided to keep your mouth shut for the sake of her because she sounded like she wanted to cry again.

Thus, her voice began to grow smaller. Cautious that she might be heard by anyone. She pulled her legs to her chest and slipped her arms under her thighs. Chin falling on her sheet-covered knees. A visible pout obvious to be seen and she appeared vulnerable, "---I'm scared because if Geralt dies, then there's no hope for me. Then, I'll be left...all alone, again." Cirilla's voice cracked, swallowing the cries and never letting it out as it has already been poured for the last seven hours.

Hence, her next words coming off as a whisper instead; like a child telling secrets to her teddy bear, "---with no one, Y/N. Because I have no other family except for Geralt and Jaskier. I don't want to be alone,"

The way she's said it broke your heart. She was just an abandoned child who was slapped with a harsh future for her. You couldn't help but feel more saddened especially when she'd pulled herself more to shape herself into a tighter ball.

You studied her form, a sincere smile traveling up your face as you don't try to let your emotions get to you better than she does. With open arms; you've offered, "Come here," Cirilla gave you a once over; hesitant of your actions, "You think you can give me a hug?"

Thus, the princess of Cintra knew that was all she needed. A genuine hug from a woman's touch that could get her temporarily forgetting the fears and trauma that has been ruining her mentality and continuously.

"A beautiful destiny is always masked with an unbearable truth and thus waiting for a price to pay,"

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[thatnerdnextdoor24]

you can’t kiss me!

Today's chapter is sponsored by pizza rolls. I'm just kidding, why would pizza rolls sponsor me? I just ate them while writing this.

Ao3

More Kit/Ty

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The apartment was quiet when he entered. The lights were off. The only light coming from the window, dimmed by the curtains. Kit kicked his shoes off by the door and hung up his coat and keys. He did his best to be silent, even as Irene came to greet him by pawing at the grocery bag hanging in his hand. He held it out of her reach, “This isn’t for you, you undersized mountain lion,” He muttered, Irene seemed to glare at him. He dodged her advances with shadowhunter ease and made his way to the little kitchenette.

It was sort of funny, all his shadowhunter training landed him here, trying his best not to wake up his sleeping boyfriend. Kit set the bag on the counter and turned to start heating up the kettle of water. When he turned around, he wasn’t at all surprised to find that Irene had hopped on the counter and was already sniffing the contents of the bag. Kit sighed and brushed the cat off, “Did it pass your inspection?” He asked, Irene promptly sneezed at him. “Thanks,” He deadpanned, before washing his hands.

Once his hands were clean, he began his task. He was once again incredibly thankful for Jem and Tessa’s cooking lessons. Hours spent in the kitchen at Cirenworth Hall, learning how to make meals that didn’t come in a box from the freezer. It turned out that Kit wasn’t half bad at cooking, if he knew the recipe. But every once in a while, the house would fill with smoke, or the food would still be uncooked on the inside, or it would just taste bad. So even though Kit wasn’t a bad cook, he always got nervous that maybe he’d somehow mess it up.

But he could do this one. He’d made this before, when he was a kid. He’d get sick and Johnny would leave him at home with a can of soup and a couple of tea bags. The smell of the soup cooking in the pot, set him back to when they had lived in Ohio. They hadn’t lived there for more then a month or so, but the neighbors had been the nicest. That might have been his favorite summer, even if he had had the worst head cold of all time. Because somebody had come in to check on him. Kit smiled a little to himself as he stirred the pot, making sure he didn’t burn the bottom.

He even hummed softly to himself, as he bustled around the kitchenette, doing his best not to make too much noise. Irene was no help, she sat on the counter and sniffed at everything Kit touched. She was very protective of Ty and never seemed to trust Kit. Irene inspected everything Kit made or did with more judgement than Church. Which was very difficult to do. The worst part about it all was that she only did it to Kit. Not to Dru, or Anush, or Jaime or any of their other friends. It was only Kit. Despite all that, Kit liked Irene. Mostly because Ty adored her, so Kit tolerated the cat.

Kit poured a bowl of the chicken noodle soup he’d cooked, and made a mug of tea. “Please don’t make me drop any of this,” He begged Irene as she innocently licked her paw. She’d caused him to trip or drop things before, and Kit was convinced that she did it on purpose. But, mercifully, she merely led the way to the bedroom. With his hands full, Kit softly pushed the door open with his hip. He could just make out the pile of blankets on the bed, rustling as Irene leaped up on the bed.

“Kit? Kit is that you?” A sleepy voice murmured. Kit smiled to himself, “Yeah, I brought you something.” He whispered. Kit saw Ty sit up and flick on the lamp. Careful not to spill, Kit sat at the edge of the bed and set the tea on the table beside the bed. Ty blinked at the soup in Kit’s lap, “You didn’t have to do that!” He said, his voice nasally. Kit scoffed, “Of course I did. I’d be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t take care of you when you’re sick.” Ty frowned, “Shadowhunters aren't even supposed to get sick.” He muttered, pulling the blanket up to his chin.

“Well, obviously, they do. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here right now. Not that I’m complaining. I like taking care of my cute boyfriend.” Kit smirked, causing Ty to roll his eyes. Kit carefully scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, and blew on it gently before holding it to Ty’s mouth. Ty raised an eyebrow, “Are we really doing this?” He asked, and Kit pouted, “Let me take care of you,”

Ty huffed a laugh and relented, letting Kit slowly feed him. Kit talked to him while he fed him. Mostly, he talked about his trip to the store. Everytime Kit went to Walmart, he ran into the strangest mix of people and Downworlders. He always came back with a story that made Ty laugh. After about half the bowl was gone, Ty clamped his lips. “Mmm.” He pushed Kit’s spoon away, “I’m full,” He said. Though he thought that Ty should eat a little more, he didn’t argue and put the bowl on the table, only to fill Ty’s hands with the tea mug.

“You should drink that. It will make your throat feel better.” He climbed over the bed to sit beside Ty, who took a sip of tea and leaned his head on Kit’s shoulder. “Thank you, Kit. This does make me feel better.” He smiled. It was the kind of smile that broke across his face suddenly and seemed to overtake his features entirely. Just because he could, Kit leaned over and pressed a kiss to the corner of Ty’s mouth.

Ty pushed him away abruptly, “You can’t kiss me!!” He exclaimed, out of nowhere. Kit blinked, “I-oh?” He stuttered. Ty glared at him, “If you kiss me, you’ll get sick.” Ty pushed him back against the cushions, before promptly laying back against him. “Oh, so I can hold you but I can’t kiss you?” Kit asked, while wrapping his arms around Ty’s shoulders. Ty sniffed, “You shouldn’t even be holding me,” He muttered. Kit thought that Ty was very cute when he was sick and sleepy. It made Kit’s heart melt a little, “Then why are you letting me?” Kit whispered into his ear. He felt Ty shiver a little, before he glanced back at him, “Because I want you too,” Ty whispered.

So Kit smiled and settled against the pillows, pulling Ty with him. Then he reached over to the TV remote that had gotten tangled in the blankets, and started a Netflix show. They laid there for a long time, and when Kit was sure that Ty was fully invested in the show and wasn’t paying Kit much attention, he leaned over, and kissed the back of his head. He didn’t mind if he got sick. He cared about Ty more than he was afraid of getting some cold. Besides, if he got sick, that just meant that Ty would be taking care of him.

He couldn’t see anything wrong with that.

[tisfan]

45 for the prompt list tony/Bucky please?

I hope you like the Forever Home series, because that’s what you got. This story DOES NOT replace the Forever Home sequel that @27dragons and I are writing, but is just a little scene between Forever Home and Curse on Both Your Houses. (Dragons did not help me write this, any errors in Tony’s voice are mine) 

PS - I literally have no idea what happened with the sympathetic-magician. That’s a story for some other time.

If you haven’t read those stories; Tony has a werewolf boyfriend.

Sick Day

Tony had taken for granted such things as grocer services and housekeeping services. After all, he had a ridiculous amount of money, and less time than he ever needed. Why spend time doing household chores when he could pay someone else to do it?

And then he’d gotten a werewolf boyfriend.

Which, admittedly, had advantages. But also meant that Tony Stark, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, suddenly came up on magical radars.

He hadn’t been too worried about that, until they’d had a run in with that sympathetic-magic fellow -- not a voodoo magician, no matter what Hollywood movies would have liked to call them. Dr. Strange had set them both straight on that -- who’d stolen a tuft of Bucky’s fur. Luckily for them, he wasn’t very good at what magic he had, and Dr. Strange had shown up to help them deal with it.

Ever since then, however, Tony didn’t let people into his private living quarters. No maid service to steal fur, no grocery service to wonder why they ate such a large number of steaks.

But it did mean that Tony had to do his own laundry.

To be fair, Bucky helped. Probably more than Tony did, really.

Just, not today.

Bucky was, in fact, in his wolf form, denned up behind the sofa. It wasn’t entirely normal behavior -- but then, what was normal about having a werewolf boyfriend? -- but Bucky’d done it before. Wolf-instincts, he’d called them. When he was especially tired or stressed, Bucky’s wolf form got more… wolfy.

“Give me your shirt,” Tony told him. 

He knew Bucky had the shirt; he’d watched the great wolf drag a few pieces of clothing back there with him. Might as well get all the wash done while he was doing it, right?

Bucky didn’t exactly growl at him. But it was a near thing. His lip curled up and a flash of fang gleamed in the half-light. Bucky whined then, cowering close to the floor, burying his snout in his paws.

“Hey, hey there, what’s--” 

Christ! 

Bucky never snarled at Tony. Had never, ever snarled at Tony, even when Tony still thought Bucky was some sort of very large guard dog with terrible taste in hot dogs.

And while Tony was one hundred percent positive that Bucky would never hurt Tony-- well, it was hard to tell Tony’s monkey brain that when three hundred pounds of feral wolf was acting like it was lunch time.

He hadn’t thought Bucky was mad at him; true, Tony had stayed up really late (or very early depending on where you judged night ending and day beginning) for a few nights running. He just had an idea that wouldn’t quit, and it wasn’t like Tony needed a lot of sleep. 

Well, he probably did, because he’d been sleeping more, and longer, since Bucky had come to live with him, and everyone had noticed. Being well rested, who knew?

Beside the point, Bucky was obviously upset about something and retreating into his wolf-form and Tony hadn’t noticed. Shit.

“Hey,” Tony said again, sitting down cross-legged, because being afraid of Bucky always made Bucky upset, and Tony wasn’t afraid. “Hey there, come on out and let me see you.”

Bucky whined again, and then did that crab forward, belly scraping along the carpet until he was laying with his head in Tony’s lap. “There you go.” Tony absently scratched Bucky’s head and patted his ears.

Which were warm.

Like, not normal warm, because Bucky was a big damn wolf, but too warm. Uncomfortably warm.

“Honey?” Tony asked, gently, because Bucky was a werewolf, he wasn’t supposed to get sick. He could heal from anything that wasn’t a silver-caused wound. Tony ran his hand around Bucky’s huge head, until he was patting the muzzle, and touched Bucky’s nose. Dry. And also warm. “You feeling okay?”

Bucky tipped his head at Tony as if considering the question. He huffed and flopped back down onto the floor, burrowing his head against Tony’s belly.

Tony peered past Bucky at the nest he’d made behind the sofa. That wasn’t even Bucky’s shirt, it was one of Tony’s. And a blanket from their bed, and the one that usually sat on the end of the sofa. A jersey dress that Tony had last seen Bucky’s sister wearing. One of Pepper’s shoes -- oh, god, Pepper was going to kill them both -- and an ugly plaid dress shirt that Tony was probably going to guess belonged to Steve Rogers.

Bucky had been laying on all these items, his great huge snout burrowed in clothing that belonged to their family and friends. And now he had warm ears and a dry nose.

“That’s it, I’m calling Strange,” Tony declared. “I think you’re sick, honey.”

Bucky heaved another sigh and practically crawled into Tony’s lap, which might have been cute if he wasn’t three hundred pounds. “You don’t fit-- urf--” Tony ended up half-reclined with a very determined wolf laying over most of him. Phone. He could probably still get to his phone.

“Dr. Strange’s office, this is Christine, how can I help you?”

“This is Tony Stark,” Tony said. “Can I speak to the doc? I’ve got a problem with my dog.”

“Oh, of course, Mr. Stark, let me transfer you.”

A conversation with Strange later, Tony had squirmed out from under his boyfriend, fetched the thermometer from the pet first aid kit that Strange had assembled for him several months ago, and Bucky was resigned to having his temperature taken. At least Bucky -- being intelligent -- could be trusted to stay still for a few minutes and have it measured in his ear, rather than the more usual way of checking a dog’s temperature.

Their sex life aside, Tony didn’t really want to stick anything there without Bucky’s express, verbal consent.

“Well, it’s not too high,” Strange said. “If he doesn’t want to change back, get some cooling pads for his paws and ears. If he’s not feeling better by tomorrow, I’ll come by. Everyone gets a cold sometimes. Happens to the best of us.”

“Chicken soup?” Tony asked, since that was just about all he knew about colds; when he got one, he tended to go to bed and emerge a few days later, dehydrated and smelly. Probably not the best way to deal with it, but Tony wasn’t used to taking care of anyone, least of all himself.

“Yes,” Strange said. “And try to make him drink. He shouldn’t get dehydrated. I’ll call tomorrow. Or call right away if his fever goes over 105.”

“Got it,” Tony said, hanging up. “Looks like you and I are going to have a sick day.” Tony patted the sofa and Bucky dragged himself onto it. “You stay here, I’ll get us set up. What do you think? Star Wars, or Lord of the Rings?”

[ursa-mediocre]

My dog died today, and it fucking sucks.

She’d had symptoms of a collapsing trachea for a while, mainly a weird cough when she got excited or if pressure was put on her neck. Around March she was due for a dental cleaning where they intubated her and I asked the vet if that’d be an issue but they didn’t seem worried about it so I went ahead with it. Afterwards she had a different sort of cough for a long enough time that I contacted the vet again and they said it was most likely irritation from being intubated that should clear up. I did make her an appointment when I called but it was for a couple weeks out and in between then the cough did get better to the point I considered cancelling it.

A week before her appointment she had what turned out to be an arthritis flair up and I took her to the Emergency Vet and so decided to keep the appointment at her vet. At the appointment the vet was more worried about the cough while I was more worried about the arthritis since the cough was sorta back to pre-intubation frequency. He prescribed a tapering course of prednisone which seemed to help both issues a lot but there wasn’t any discussion of follow up after the course was over. But during and a couple weeks after she was fine so I wasn’t too worried about it.

Then a few weeks ago she started coughing again, and it was sort of up and down. I wanted to wait and see if it’d improve when the weather did, because at this point I was feeling like every time I went to the vet freaked out about something I left feeling silly. Tuesday I finally made her an appointment, but they were booking out a month so it wasn’t until August 17th.

Today my family is having a memorial service for my uncle who died a few months ago, because his family wanted to bury him here but lived on the west coast. After the service the plan was to have people over our house, so we’ve also been preparing for that and have had people over the last two nights (she got lots of affection from my cousin’s kids which was nice).

Last night she was coughing really bad. I could hear her pacing in the hall, going back and forth between my parents’ room and my room. I’ve been giving her honey to try and help sooth her throat, and tried to get her to calm down, but it seemed like she couldn’t lay down without immediately having to stand up and cough.

Around 4 AM I took her to the emergency vet. I thought they’d just have to give her some sedatives or cough suppressants and maybe a prescription for steroids or anti-inflammatories. They put her on supplemental oxygen and said she’d probably have to stay the day to stabilize and then they’d take chest X-rays to see what was up and let me know.

So I got home around 5:30 and tried to sleep, and they called me around 2 hours later to tell me that she was still having trouble breathing, and they weren’t able to take X-rays yet but had done an ultrasound and found fluid in her lungs and asked me for permission to intubate and do CPR if necessary, which I’ve been asked about for other procedures so I consented not thinking they’d actually have to.

Then they called again an hour later and said that they had intubated her, lost her heartbeat, were performing CPR, and asked how quickly I could get there.

My mom drove me and when I got there they had gotten her heartbeat back but she wasn’t aware of anything. They took me to see her, and said that they weren’t sure if the fluid was from congestive heart failure, a blood clot, pneumonia, or irritation from the collapsing trachea, but that she’d probably need to go on a ventilator for any further treatment. We opted to try to get chest X-rays before deciding because she said that heart failure could possibly be treated. But when they went to do that they lost her heartbeat again so I had make the decision to let her go.

It was kind of funny when we got back to the room she was in because this tiny dog was surrounded by like a dozen women (one was standing on a chair?) and they had just gotten her heartbeat back again. But the vet had them unhook her from everything and took us to a room to sit with her. I held her wrapped up in a blanket like a baby. I couldn’t help but think that my own mother there with me had lost an actual baby and how unbearable that seems when my heart’s this broken over a dog.

I don’t know how long she was actually still alive while we sat there. There were a couple tiny coughs and noises when they first handed her to me but I don’t remember feeling her try to breath at all (she had had to be intubated after all, so she probably couldn’t). I told her I was sorry, because I was. I wish I had been a better medical advocate for her with her own vet, because not being able to go into the room with her through covid during appointments made it really difficult to know if they were seeing what I was seeing with her. I wish I had taken her in sooner. I wish I had known at 4:30, when she climbed into my lap as we pulled into the parking lot, that I should have said a proper goodbye then rather than immediately hand her over to the vet tech that came for her. I wish I had spent every moment I could have with her, giving her non stop attention. I told her that I loved her. I told her she was the best dog. The best Lola she could be.

I had to remember to call her previous owner, a girl that’s a few years younger than me. We had had visits every so often after I got Lola, but hadn’t in over a year because of covid. She texted me a few months ago saying that if it were possible she wanted to be with Lola when her time came. Part of the reason I wanted the X-rays was to get even a day or two so we could do proper goodbyes. But I had her talk on the phone with her instead, even though I knew she wasn’t really with us anymore.

I told her my plan was to have her cremated so she could have some of the ashes. We went over that with one of the vet techs, who helped set it up with a facility they partner with. She offered to take a paw print and I had had her make it with her paw that was missing a toe because that was uniquely Lola.

Lola hated people touching her paws. She never would’ve sat still in my lap for so long. She hated getting wet, she wouldn’t go for walks in the rain, and the top of her head was soaked in snot and tears. In her younger days if she caught me crying she’d try to lick up all my snot and get up my nose because she loved the taste of boogers. Her tongue was sticking out the whole time and turning blue before I finally stuck it back in her mouth.

I didn’t want to stop petting her. Her fur was so soft. Her little ears were so perfect and round from her last haircut. I don’t want to pet my dad’s dog because it feels like a betrayal. They walked her to the door with us, but wrapped her back up kind of clumsily so her back legs and tail flopped out and up like how she used to sleep when she was younger and it was hot. I used to grab them and call them her ‘lil chicken legs’.

I don’t want to think about where she is right now. Everyone there was very kind and respectful, I know the practicalities of body storage. I don’t actually want her to be cremated, but I also don’t want to bury her. I just want her to be here, I want to touch her fur and see her dumb foxy face. But I’m not about to fucking taxidermy my dog.

So now it’s about 2:30. My dog has been dead at least 5 hours. I hate it so far.

My dad and older brother were waiting outside when we got home. I put her paw print in the fridge until we can bake it. I went into the living room and saw her bed on the floor and had to go back outside for a minute. I poured out the water bowl I kept in my room for her. My family left for the memorial service, I tried to sleep more. Around 1:30 I got up and ate something for the first time today. There are people coming to the house soon to mourn an actual human.

I have to cancel her vet appointment. I have to cancel her CareClub and flea & tick medicine subscription. I have to clean her dishes, beds, toys, etc and figure out what to do with them. There are still treats in ‘her’ backpack, the one I would take with us hiking so she could ride in it when she got tired.

My family is very supportive, I have savings to cover whatever the final medical expenses will be. Lola was 14 (and 1/2!) and spoiled rotten. I hope she knows I loved her and did my best to take care of her. I hope she knows that’s why I took her to the hospital and wasn’t too scared there.

I’m not good at talking about my feelings. I just end up crying and I don’t like crying so I try to avoid it. I don’t really want or need anything other than for this not to have happened, which isn’t something anyone can provide. I think writing this all out has helped. But this happened today, and it fucking sucks.

[kumeko]

A/N: For the KH Trios zine! I got the pint-sized trio and wanted to play with  my favourite Disney movie (Lion King!) and homesickness.

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Sora burped as he lay down on the soft, dewy grass. The long blades tickled the fur on his back and his burp sounded more like a wheezy roar than it ought to. Rubbing his belly with a paw, he sighed happily from the feeling he only got after overfilling himself on a good meal. It was a slightly uncomfortable feeling, like he wanted to burst through his pants, but luckily he wasn’t wearing any for once.

 “Sora!” Donald quacked as he slowly landed on the ground. Despite transforming into a different bird, he still sounded oddly duck-like, as though that was the one characteristic that magic couldn’t change. Then again, he was still a bird; maybe they could all make that sound.

 With a satisfied grunt, Goofy lay down on the grass next to him. It was a probably a mistake for a turtle to lie on his back. Sora would just have to roll him over later. “That was soooo good, gosh darn it.” He burped softly. “Oh grawsh, I’m stuffed.”

 “Goofy!” Indignant, Donald stomped a foot. Smaller than ever, it didn’t have the desired effect, the noise hardly louder than a cricket’s chirp. He flapped his wings, fuming. “That’s disgusting!”

 “How?” Goofy burped again and covered his mouth with a foot. Or well, he tried too anyways. As a turtle, his limbs were far too small for him make any of his usual movements. His slow reactions only made Donald angrier as time went by. “Oops, sorry.”

“You two…” Giving up, an irate Donald sank down in the grass too. He grimaced. “I can’t believe we ate that.”

 “I know!” Sora closed his eyes, remembering the nest of slimy, slithering insects that they’d just feasted on. Insects! He could just picture Riku’s and Kairi’s reaction to it. If he was still human, he’d probably have reacted the same too. But he wasn’t, so when he had stared at that treasure trove of bugs earlier, he salivated instead of running away. By now he was used to changing as he travelled through worlds, used to the new laws of every universe twisting and contorting his body to belong. Mermaid, Halloween monster, undead pirate—he’d experienced a lot of things while travelling yet this was the strangest so far: he was a lion.

 A lion cub, to be exact. As if to make it even odder, Goofy and Donald had transformed into a turtle and bird respectively. From one set of talking animals to another. If he tried to thinking about it too hard, he was going to get a headache. Rubbing his belly once more, he focused on dinner instead. “They tasted so much better than I thought, though.”

 “Yeah.” Goofy nodded his head in agreement, stretching his spindly legs above him. “They taste just like chicken.”

 Donald looked at them, giving them a flat stare. “Chicken?”

 “Oh.” Sora opened his eyes and looked back at Donald. Chicken. Duck. Strange bird. Maybe that hit a little too close to home. Grinning sheepishly, he tried again, “Fish?”

 “I don’t think it tastes like fish—” Goofy disagreed, cutting off only when Sora elbowed him in the side. “Ouch! Sora, that…” He trailed off as he noticed Donald’s death glare. Slow to catch up, he whispered, “Why’s he angry?”

 “Chicken?” Sora whispered back. “Think it’s a relative?”

 “I don’t remember any chickens,” Goofy muttered, scrunching up his face as he thought about it. “His uncle, his nephews…” Holding up his feet, he tried counting on them, but he could only get so far with only three toes per leg. “Nope, no chickens.”

 Well, that dashed that theory. Sora shrugged carelessly. “Maybe it’s a bird thing?”

 “I can hear you two, you know!” Donald growled angrily, and that was a new sound. Maybe that came with the new body. “I ought ta—” He groaned, rubbing his belly. “I’m too full to get angry.”

 “Like that’d stop you,” Sora countered, chuckling. Goofy started laughing too and after a moment’s hesitation, Donald joined in. Their laughs echoed in the cool night air. A nearby river gurgled cheerfully, as though wanting to take part too.

 Sora lazily scanned his surroundings once more. Around them was paradise, a series of hills covered in leafy trees and sprawling plains. The blazing heat of the day had died down by now. A soft breeze stirred through his fur. All sorts of wild animals roamed about, though maybe it was wrong to think of them as just animals. They might not wear clothes like Goofy or Donald, but they talked all the same. Travelling had really changed his perception on things and he’d be forever staring at books, listening to stray cats, wondering if there was a secret world hidden in a forgotten corner.

 Sora ran a tongue over his sharp canines. Even now he could feel the keyblade as he bit onto the hilt, swiping at his enemies with the flick of his head. “Guys, it’s really weird fighting like this.”

 “No kidding!” Donald scoffed and if he could, Sora knew he would have crossed his arms by now. “I can’t even use my staff properly.”

 “Aiming is hard,” Sora agreed, his tail twitching back and forth slowly as he remembered fighting heartless two times his size. And those were just the grunts—what’d happen when he faced something big?

 “Gwarsh, I don’t know.” Goofy rocked back and forth on his shell as he thought about it. “It’s not that bad.”

 “You just have to spin your whole body!” Donald grumpily shot back. “And your entire body is a shield!”

 “Well, if you put it that way…” Goofy hummed before nodding. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s pretty easy!”

 Donald let out an enraged squawk. “For you!”

 Sora tried not to laugh again. If only so that Donald’s rage wouldn’t be directed at him. He raised a scrawny paw to the sky. It didn’t quite feel the same as raising a hand, even if the limb was the same. Would there be another world like this? Where they changed bodies entirely? Part of him hoped so. It was just too much fun, finding entire worlds that made his head spin. There wasn’t much rhyme or reason to the rules of the worlds he’d been to and it’d take a greater mind than his to figure it out.

 Riku probably could have.

 Sora lowered his paw, feeling guilty. Like every world before this, Riku and the king were nowhere to be found. Part of him was thrumming, ready to abscond, to find that gate that would bring his friend home and stop all of this trouble. It’d probably be faster, quicker, to just keep bouncing from world to world until they found the one thing that could stop it all.

 There was only so much travelling one could do before they wanted to see the journey end.

 Looking up, Sora stared at the night sky. Countless stars glimmered in the sky above, looking nothing at all like the paopu fruit at home. Actually, now that he was looking, nothing above him looked the same. Sora studied the heavens, at the stars that numbered almost as much as the sand at home. There were no familiar constellations above him. There weren’t the real ones that Riku tried to teach him: Vega, Cyrus, Ursa. Nor were there any of the ones Kairi made up: the shark, the pinching crab, the raft. Staring up at the sky, Sora felt adrift, untethered, like he was on that raft Riku insisted they’d make and was floating through the sea alone.

 There was nothing he’d recognized up there. “Hey,” Sora asked, still searching for a star from home. “I’ve never seen this sky before.”

 “Of course you haven’t!” Donald snapped, snorting scornfully. “You’ve never been here before!”

 “No, I mean…” Sora wanted to rub his neck but his limbs didn’t work like that anymore. He settled for flicking his tail. “I don’t recognize any of the constellations.”

 “You know constellations, Sora?” Goofy asked curiously.

 “Kinda. Riku taught us.” His ears flattened as he remembered the long-ago nights on the island, when he and Kairi would lie on the sand exhausted. Riku, ever at work, would sit in between them, forcing them to stay awake while he pointed out constellation after constellation.

 Why Kairi had asked, worn out.

 In the sea, we have no landmarks but that. Riku had tapped them both on the arms, making sure they didn’t doze off. It’s so you can find your way home.

 All that hard work was for naught. Sora stared at the sky hopelessly. There wasn’t even a single star that reminded him of home. He could never find his way back.

 “Oh.” Goofy looked up now to, cocking his head left and right before gasping. “Gosh, I can’t recognize any of them either!”

 “What do you know about constellations?” Donald asked derisively, rolling his eyes. “You can’t even read a map.”

 “Hey, that’s—” Goofy cut himself off, unable to argue. “Max likes the stars.”

 “Max?” Sora asked, raising a brow. That name was new.

 “Max!” Brightening up considerably, Goofy grinned. “He’s my son. Gosh, I can’t really show you now, but I have some pictures in my pockets. You’ll love him, he’s the sweetest, bestest, greatest.”

 Sora stared at Goofy. If he had fingers, he’d have pinched himself. For now, he settled for, “You have a son?” His incredulous outburst was echoed by a secondary one behind him and Sora turned around to stare at Donald. Raising a brow, he asked, “Wait, you don’t know?”

 Donald flushed a beet red. “I…no, I do know it’s just…” He gestured at Goofy with a wing. “What part of that looks like he has a son?”

 “You didn’t meet him yet?” Goofy looked surprised. “But I brought him to the castle and everything.”

 “I know that! I just…” Donald stayed a bright red, stumbling over his words. “I just keep…you know, he’s your son. I forget that.”

 If Goofy was insulted, he didn’t let on. Instead, he clapped his feet eagerly. “When we get back, you guys should meet him!”

 “Yeah,” Sora agreed readily. “Definitely.”

 “Gwarsh, I wish I could show you his picture now…” Trailing off, Goofy stared at the stars. “Oh!” Excited, he started pointing his foot at the sky. “He looks like that!”

 Sora looked up at the stars, raising a brow. “Like stars?” Did Max have freckles or something?

 “Uhh, how do I—okay, if you look at that really bright red one, and then at the blue one next to it.” Goofy moved his foot, connecting the stars in the sky with imaginary lines. Sora squinted, trying to find the ones he mentioned. “The green one there, that other one, and that’s Max!”

 “I…” Sora frowned, biting his lip. Maybe if he cocked his head or squinted, he’d be able to see it. Rocking side to side, he tilted his head but the stars remained the same.

 “I don’t see it,” Donald declared. “I see a teacup.”

 “Really? Max doesn’t look like a teacup, I think,” Goofy replied uncertainly. “Maybe the witch cursed him too?”

 “No, dummy!” Donald chided him and pointed a wing above him. “The stars over here look like a teacup.”

 Sora really couldn’t see that either. However, if he connected the three stars in a row with a few other more scattered ones, he could almost make out a familiar shape. “I see a paopu fruit,” Sora announced.

 “What?” Goofy’s moved his head back and forth, trying to find the shapes. “Gwarsh, there are a lot more stars here than I thought. There’s one that’s shaped like a cake. Maybe we could have a tea party with your teacup!”

 “Stars don’t work like that,” Donald rebutted, but his usually harsh tone had softened considerably. “I see an ice-cream cone. My nephews love ice-cream.” There was a wistful edge to his voice, a rare softness that was uncharacteristic of him. “And Daisy’s bow’s there too.”

 “They must be with Scrooge then.” Sora pointed above him at the oval-ish set of stars he found. “That looks like one of his coins.” He could already hear the clink of gold, see the brim of the older duck’s top hat. The triplets must be hard at work with him.

 “And maybe Queen Minnie’s with Daisy,” Goofy suggested cheerfully, caught up in it now. “They could go to the tea-party.”

 “With Aerith and Tifa!” Sora agreed. He stretched out on the grass, craning his head back further to see even more stars. Even more familiar faces. “They could take a break and maybe Kairi could join them.”

 “And we could have ice-cream,” Donald chimed in, enraptured as he stared up at the sprawling tapestry above. “With Pluto and the King!”

 “And Riku,” Sora added, not wanting to leave either of his best friends out of this. It wasn’t hard to find a set of stars that looked like his best friends. As usual, Riku had the grumpiest expression and Kairi was smiling. “It’s going to be a big party.”

 “Yeah.” Goofy chuckled, beaming brightly as he turned to Sora. “You know, after we’ve found the King and Riku and stopped the heartless, we should throw a welcome back party. It’d be really fun!”

 “We could have it at the castle,” Donald suggested, sounding enthusiastic for once. “It’s really big and we have the fair outside anyways. Then we could invite everyone.”

 A party. Sora lit up. He could see Riku, Kairi, Tidus and everyone there. It had been ages since he’d seen them—what did they even look like anymore? What did he talk to them about before? By now, that was impossible to remember. They could spend the whole party catching up, until they were as close as they were before the heartless were released. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

 It was strange. His homesickness washed over him, pushed aside by promises of the future. Sora glanced at his two companions, unable to stop smiling. It was almost impossible to get sad with these two around. Even now, he couldn’t stop thinking about the party, food and balloons pushing away fears and worry.

 Not that there was anything to fear. With Donald and Goofy, he could do almost anything. They’d save the world and have the best party ever. Sora looked up at the stars again and this time, he didn’t feel as lost in the endless balls of light above him.

 It’s so you can find your way home.

 Riku had been right. Sora could always find his way home, no matter how unfamiliar the stars were. All he had to do was squint a little and his friends were there, watching him.

[where-the-wilds-things-are]

Wild Meets Wild Chapter One

The Sun made the day bright. A set of slitted green eyes that belong to a tom with a beautiful spotted coat took in the sounds and smells of the forest that sang around him like a melody of home. But the focus of his attention was the plump thrush that was pecking at seeds in the grass. Slumping his body low into a hunter’s crouch, Rusty slowly made his way towards it. His ears could pick up its heartbeat and even the air leaving its lungs, telling him it is healthy. Unconsciously, his tail swung back and forth.

Suddenly the bird stopped eating, somehow alerted to his presence. Beating its wings, it took off for safety, and that’s when Rusty made his move. Controlled by something more primal than instinct, he bounded to where the bird stood and, putting all of his strength into his back legs, jumped for the skies.

In the air, the feeling of wind ruffling his fur with the ground far from his paws gave him a feeling that passed beyond elation. Stretching out his forelegs with unsheathed claws; he felt them sink into the bird, causing it to let out a pained chirp. Feeling gravity pull them down, he shoved the thrush in his mouth and landed on his feet. Feathers spun lazily to the ground as his jaws snapped its neck instantly. Placing it on the ground, he relaxed his muscles.

Happy, he was just about to enjoy his prey when a weird humming sound went off near him. Looking around for potential enemies that wanted his kill, he let out a growl. The sound got louder, closer, and more familiar to him. Rusty blinked open his eyes.

The forest had vanished. He was in the air-conditioned living room, curled up on the second level of the comfy and large cat tree. Moonlight peeked through the sheer curtains, casting warped shadows on the table, tiled floor, and stand that held the large, thin T.V. That blasted sound was the round circular object that moved on its own, picking up dirt and fur that littered the ground. He had had the dream for the third time that month, and of course, it got interrupted just as his fangs met flesh.

Sniffing, Rusty could smell the food his owners made that was in his dish, along with his sister, Princess. Before going to their room to bed; the Wintergreens will either give them deliciously ground meat meals, dry food with meat mixed within that had actual flavor, and even pieces of chicken or fish on a good day along with bottled water. Princess had told him that she overheard them say that they had “vitamins” to make them stronger and have shiny coats. Judging by the smell, it’s the ground meat for tonight.

Right next to the large silver fridge were two food dishes and his littermate, who was already enjoying her meal. Meowing a hello to her, he was quick to eat his dinner—while it was no prey that he caught and killed, he knew that they could have been given the dry and tasteless kibble that he knew cats unluckier than him had to eat. He took a glance at her; Princess had a pale tawny spotted coat with one splotch resembling a star on her left shoulder, one that he knew he had in the same place.

His own pelt was more of a red, something the Wintergreens took pride in. The young tom had the feeling that they were being prepared for being a Show Cat and repressed a shudder. While some felines enjoyed it, he saw the pressure that weighed some down like a stone around their necks. Other cats became vain and malicious, strutting around like a peacock and looking down on those who didn’t have good pedigrees and winnings as mutts and mixed breeds. He wanted no part in that mess and wished that he was free in the forest, like in his dreams.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he nearly missed Princess meowing to him.

“Rusty. I need to ask you a very important question about something outside.” Taken aback at the serious tone, he wondered what it was about. Maybe how he nearly got into a fight with that irritable Russian Blue that seemed to exist to aggravate him? It wasn’t his fault that he said that Razoule’s family tree had to resemble a more of a wreath if he really was a purebred. It’s the truth!

Before he can ask if this was the case, Princess went towards the modified cat door that led to the backyard garden. Sighing, he followed her, preparing to defend himself if this was about yesterday. Flowery smells made his nose twitch as he stepped into the warm night air. Feeling the grass, wet from dew and rain, he passed by the stone bench and lavender pots. Seeing her by the rosebush, he plopped himself beside her. It was then she said something that made him reel in shock.

“Lately… I have been having dreams of being in the forest. There’s no collar around my neck and I catch prey, from birds to rabbits and even snakes. Then I bring them back to these faceless cats with no scents, and it’s like I’m home. It felt so real too! The dreams came to me three times this month, please tell me I'm not going insane.”

Rusty looked at her with wide green eyes. “You had those dreams also? I’ve dreamed of catching prey in the forest with no collar around my neck for the past month too. I… I was just nervous that you’ll tease me like you did when I decided to see that movie." Heat bloomed in his ears at that memory; watching that killer demon clown lurk in the sewers alone at night wasn’t his brightest idea.

Princess’s bright blue eyes widened and then looked contemplative. “Well, I don’t know about you, but when I had my second dream, I’ve been considering taking a peek there. Just a quick look really. Maybe it will make them stop?"

Rusty blinked before licking his chest. “I wouldn’t mind really. The Wintergreen hardly let us leave the house unless we are on our leashes for walks or going to the vet for shots. Besides, think of it as an adventure! We might even catch actual prey and not food made for us."

Trotting to the fence, he leaped onto the post with relative ease, with Princess doing the same. Turning his head, he could make out the dense woods that were a couple of gardens down. Making out the woodsy smells carried by the breeze, Rusty felt something stir inside him. A feeling was begging him to journey into it, to be wild and free. Leaping down on the other side, his name tag clicked against the bell on his collar. As Princess followed him, he heard paws climbing the fence, along with a familiar scent.

“Rusty! Princess! Where are you going?” called out a friendly voice.

Looking up, Rusty could see the black and white Turkish Angora tom try to balance himself on the fence.

“Hello Smudge," replied Princess, with him giving out his own greeting.

The tom righted himself before looking down at them. “You two aren’t going to the forest, are you?” With wide amber eyes, he went on. “Those cats that live there are nasty fighters and probably don’t even have their shots up to date. Who knows what diseases they have?”

Shaking his head Smudge looked contemplative. “Though to be honest, I can see you two stroll in there just fine somehow." Jumping down from his spot on the fence, the black and white tom stood with the littermates.

“We are just taking a look, Smudge. Maybe even catch a finch or two.” replied Princess.

“Be careful, Henry says that they don’t like cats from here at all. I think I remember him saying that some jumped up brute calling himself Thistle-something tried to jump him his own garden! And that he—"Smudge looked around and lowered his voice—"sent him screaming back to the forest after he bit off what made him a tom."

Rusty grimaced at his friend’s story. While Henry was never the same after he accidentally ate that weird bug that fell in his food bowl, no one could deny that he was a fighter in his younger years. The old Siberian tabby had the scars to prove it. Hot-headed toms and she-cats learned that he was no easy pickings for a fight even now with his… eccentrics.

Honestly, he can see him do it to some cat that pissed him off on his meaner days.

“Thanks for the warning Smudge, we’ll be on the lookout,” meowed Rusty. Then a thought hit him. “Hey, why don’t you join us? You’re our friend and it can be fun!"

“Rusty is right, you said you always wanted to try a mouse, and aren’t you at least curious about the woods?" Princess replied hopefully.

Smudge looked around nervously before sighing. “Fine, but only because you two are my friends."

“Well, it’s now or never, we’re burning moonlight chattering like birds when we can be exploring," meowed Princess, excitement clear in her eyes as her tail wagged. And with that, she went into the dense group of trees. The smells of earth and animals invaded Rusty’s nose as he followed, making his mouth water. It was just like in his dream, only better since it was real. Birds! Mice! Squirrels!

“Maybe we should slightly split up to cover more ground?” said Rusty, left ear twitching. He could have sworn he heard a heartbeat, but wrote it off as belonging to busy prey animals.

“That’s easy for you to say, you and Princess are big! And by the way, you sound like those guys in horror flicks who get splattered by the villain." softy meowed Smudge, making Rusty scowl.

“You should have seen him after he watched the remake of that killer spider clown movie, he refused to walk near sewer grates for a month!” teased Princess.

Rusty sighed. “Let’s just try to hunt before it’s too late. But sticking close sounds good. If trouble finds you, yowl, and we’ll be right there to fight off anything. Sounds good? Princess and Smudge nodded. “Great, now let’s go."

Princess unsurprisingly went forward while Smudge went to his left. Going right, the young red tom went deep into the brush, carefully avoiding tree roots and thorns along the way.

Ears fully pricked and tasting the air, he could sense that a mouse was close. Focusing his eyes on the spot, he could make it out, stuffing itself with seeds that were on the ground. Getting into the hunter’s crouch, he was just about to prowl forward when he heard faint paw steps crackling on dry leaves. The mouse dropped its seeds to dart away, and Rusty let out a surprised shriek as he barely jumped out of the way as a gray comet shot past where he once was.

The cat landed, turned around and hissed, showing white fangs. Crouching, he darted straight towards Rusty. Thinking quickly, Rusty shot towards the tabby, matching his speed. Just when they were a foot away from each other, he lowered his head and slammed his skull right into the gray tom’s chest, who let out a wheeze. Continuing on, he used his neck muscles to send his assailant crashing into the ground.

“Rusty!”

”Rusty!”

Princess’s and Smudges frantic yells heralded their arrival, with his sister in the front and Smudge on her tail. Both had their claws unsheathed, with Princess looking like she was about to shred a cat at any minute and Smudge’s fur spiked up on his spine.

“What happened? I was trying to catch a squirrel when I heard a shriek!” worriedly meowed his friend.

"Who’s that behind you, Rusty? Did he attack you? I’ll give him a lesson for attacking my brother!”

The said cat of Princess’s ire shook his head as he got up and blinked in surprise before jumping backward. “More kitty pet intruders!” Puffing himself up, he leaped from side to side. “All of you better leave before I sharpen my claws on your bones,” he yowled.

“Oh yeah? Well, all I see are three cats and one bouncing poof ball. And who are you calling kitty pet? You look like you can be the old lady’s lap cat who lives next to us,” replied Princess, ears folded back in aggression.

“Wait, let’s not escalate things, we mean no trouble at all here.  We simply wanted to look around and try our hunting skills,” said Smudge, though he didn’t sheath his claws.

“Prey stealers!” He hissed, “I’ll make you fear the name Graypaw!” Rusty could hear the obvious bravado in his voice.  While he can sense sturdy shoulders underneath this Graypaw’s shaggy fur; he was concerned about his odds taking on three unknown threats alone.

“Smudge is right, we didn’t mean any harm. We’re sorry if we trespassed in some way." The reddish tom knew if there was one cat around, there might be more nearby, and he didn’t want his sister and friend to fight off any cats who believe it’s the Wild Wild West.

Graypaw's fur was still puffy as he looked to Rusty, Princess, and Smudge. “So you didn’t catch anything and don’t want to attack Thunderclan?” When all three shook their heads no, his fur went down, though, like everyone else, his claws remained out.

The hostile air faded as the four calmed down when Princess noticed that he wasn’t injured besides being shocked at the attempted attack.

Sighing, he sat down and licked his chest fur. “I guess those ears of yours aren’t for show since you heard me and dodged my attack. I never thought you would charge at me." Looking at Rusty and Princess, he continued. “I thought I was looking at Leopardfur for a second with that pelt of yours! But I have to say it’s way more pronounced looking, even with you two being kitty pets. Are your names spot related by chance?”

“Umm, no. My name is Rusty. '' Using his tail, he pointed to his sister and friend. "This is Princess—my littermate, and Smudge, our best friend and neighbor”.

Meowing their hellos, Smudge stepped forward. “So Graypaw was it? What did you mean when you said Kitty Pets? Do you mean house cats?”

“I mean all of you by being kitty pets that have two-leg owners. The smell of that place is all over you and those two have collars prove it." Looking at Smudge’s neck, Graypaw cocked his head. “Though I don’t know what is that around your throat, though, it looks weird”.

“Hey, I like my purple bandana!”

Princess looked confused. “Two-legs? You mean Humans?”

“Humans," Graypaw said with a befuddled look as if the word was alien. “Look, if that’s what you call them, then yes. You all have ki... Housecat blood, especially with your friend having that shiny silky coat."

Ignoring Smudge’s loud “Why thank you," he continued to speak.

“But I won’t lie, both of you give off a weird feeling that I can’t place. And don’t take this the wrong way, but you look and sound off too. I have never seen a cat with ears that big or necks that long, and again your fur! I know some cats that would be envious if they saw it."

Rusty about asked what cats was he referring to when he picked up two heartbeats and near-silent paws coming towards them quick.

“Princess! Smudge! We have got to leave now!" Rusty had heard that those old stories Clan cats doing raids on gardens for no reason, what if they gave them justification for “trespassing?”

Graypaw must have noticed because panic came clear in his amber eyes. “Quick—run that way before—"

“What is going on here? Who are these Intruders?" Hissed a firm and menacing voice.

"...We get caught,” was Graypaw’s gloomy response.

The four cats watched as a large majestic gray Russian Blue she-cat, or at least a descendant of one came out of the brush. Her muzzle had streaks of silver, and a jagged scar separated the fur on her shoulders. Gray fur shone like silver in the moonlight, giving her an almost ethereal appearance.

“Bluestar!” Beside Princess, Graypaw crouched down and narrowed his eyes. He crouched even lower when a second cat—a handsome, golden tabby—followed the gray cat into the clearing. Smudge looked torn between following the gray tom’s lead or lowering his head. Princess though made eye contact with both. Belatedly, Rusty realized he was doing the same.

“Why were you so close to the two-leg place Graypaw? You know that we shouldn’t go near it." The tom said.

“I know, Lionheart, I’m sorry.” Graypaw looked down at his paws in shame.

“Who are these cats? Two of them look like the RiverClan Deputy," asked the she-cat.

Rusty held her gaze, though he bowed his head as a sign of respect. Her piercing gaze flashed before she swept it to Smudge and Princess.

“None of them are threats,” mewed Graypaw quickly. “They are not Clan warriors, just Twoleg pets from beyond our territories.”

Just a Twoleg pet! The words inflamed Rusty, but he held his tongue. That’s rich when I sent you flying to the ground. The warning look in Bluestar’s stare told him that she had observed the anger in his eyes, and he looked away to meet Princess so she won’t say anything rude. Judging by her narrowed blue eyes, she was about to go and do just that.

"This is Bluestar; she’s the leader of my Clan!” Graypaw hissed to them under his breath. “And Lionheart. He’s my mentor, which means he’s training me to be a warrior.”

“Thank you for the introduction, Graypaw,” meowed Lionheart coolly.

Bluestar went back to staring at Rusty. “You fight well for a Twoleg pet,” she meowed.

Rusty and Graypaw exchanged confused glances. How could she know about the confrontation?

“We have been watching all of you,” Bluestar went on as if she had read their thoughts. “We wondered how you would deal with an intruder, Graypaw. You attacked him bravely even when he was bigger than you, and even tried to scare off three unknowns.”

Graypaw looked pleased with Bluestar’s praise.

Bluestar then looked at the other two. “You actually had a squirrel in your paws, but let it go to help your friend,” she meowed at Smudge. He blinked in surprise.

She then gazed at Princess. “While you seemed to notice that Lionheart was watching since you kept looking at his direction when you were tracking that vole.”

“Sit up now, all of you!” Bluestar looked at the three house cats, and Rusty held eye contact as she addressed them.

“You reacted to Graypaw’s attack very well, kitty pet. Not only did you hear his approach and dodged, but you also charged head-on with no hesitation. I have heard of kitty pets fighting clan cats, but I never thought I’d see it."

Rusty and the others nodded their thanks, taken aback by such unexpected praise. Her next words stunned them more.

“I have been wondering how you two would perform outside of your garden. We patrol this border frequently, and every so often I saw you two looking at the forest. I even saw your friend do it, but now all of you have gotten the courage to set your paws here.”

Bluestar looked at them thoughtfully. “All of you seem to have natural hunting abilities, and I’m sure that all of you would have caught prey if Graypaw had not found you,” she meowed.

“How old are you three, if I might ask?” replied Bluestar. Graypaw and Lionheart had curious expressions as they waited for an answer.

“Well, me and my brother despite our size are six months old, and Smudge will turn six months this week,” replied Princess.

By the look of the Clan cats were giving her, they didn’t know what a month or week was. “Umm, let’s just say six moons and six nights since we use different words for time passage back at home."

Graypaw’s disbelief was apparent. “Six moons? But you two are already close to being the size of Tigerclaw! And he’s the biggest cat I know!”

Lionheart shook his head. “Bluestar, these are kitty pets. They should not be hunting or even be in ThunderClan territory. Send them home to their Two-legs!” His voice was respectful and insistent, but it was clear that he wanted them gone.

Rusty prickled at Lionheart’s words. “Send us home?” he mewed. He wanted to say that they didn't even catch anything yet, but a voice in his head told him that maybe he should keep that to himself.

That, Bluestar’s words made him glow with pride, and a quick look to his left showed him that Smudge and Princess felt the same.

Bluestar then turned to look at them. The way her eyes glowed, it felt like she was going to drop an anvil of a question. He was right.

“How do all of you feel to join our Clan?”

[ladywinchester1967]

Three

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (female) x Jared

Warnings: OH MY GAWD; here we go. Smut, crack-ish, single!Jared, single!Jensen, dirty talk, oral (male and female receiving), swearing, drinking....drunk writer. This is porn okay? Barely a plot is present. Threesome (No J2 action).

A/N: This is just a product of Jared and Jensen being hot as fuck. Plain and simple as that. No disrespect to them or their families is intended, for story's sake, we’ll pretend both guys are single? Mmkay? Barely edited, this is trash, proceed with caution. Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not.

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“Three is a charm, Two is not the same. I don't see the harm, So are you game? Let's make a team.

1, 2, 3; not only you and me, got one eighty degrees and I'm caught in between.” ~Britney Spears

Jensen loved many things about you; your bubbly personality, your zest for life...and how passionate you were about your college football team.

Being a long time Texas Longhorns fan, he got fired up and yelled at the TV during footballs games, until you came into his life. You'd agreed to go on a date with him after weeks of exchanging flirty texts and messages on the dating app where you'd first encountered him. He was an actor and you were a professional dancer, having been on tour with big pop acts and in music videos; you loved to relax when you had down time. Your first date was at a bar and there was a TV on and the channel happened to be on ESPN while you two ate wings.

“I swear if Georgia doesn’t get it together, we’ll never see another damn national championship.” You mumbled into your food.

“You follow college football?” He asked, amazed.

“Um yeah,” you said “football is practically a religion where I come from. What about you?”

“Well, yeah!” He said enthusiastically “Though you and I are In different conferences.”

“Let me guess,” you said “Longhorns, not Aggie’s right?” Referring to the University of Texas and Texas A&M respectively

“Hook ‘em horns.” He said and you laughed.

After that, he had invited you over to his house to watch you respective college games with him and his roommate, Jared. You were immediately cautious; this was a side of you that rarely showed.

“Are you sure?” You asked “You’ve never seen me during a Georgia game, I do this cool party trick where I open my mouth and my Dad comes out.”

Having heard your Dad on the phone a few times, Jensen chuckled.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle whatever you bring to the table.” He said

“Okay, But I’m warning you, I don’t hold back and I won’t be held responsible for cussing out a man twice my size that I’m aware can’t hear me.”

This made him laugh out loud and said

“You and me both darlin.”

The next week, you were on edge, you liked Jensen and wanted him to like you back, but what if this scared him off? Armed with beer and you famous buffalo chicken dip, you rang the doorbell to Jensen and Jared's house and the door opened.

“You’re here!” He said excitedly and hugged you “I have the chips you asked for and-“ he paused and held you at arm’s length as a resounding cheer came from the living room “oh and Jared’s here.”

You put on a brave face. “Awesome!” you responded

Once the dip was heated up and your game started, you were concentrated on the TV, as usual while making chippy comments with Jared and Jensen. At over six feet tall a piece, both had broad shoulders, gorgeous heads of hair and intense eyes, you failed to understand how both of them were single. You managed to keep your mouth on lock down until Georgia blew a big play that you really exploded.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!�� You ranted “I COULD’VE CAUGHT THAT AND I CAN’T EVEN CATCH A DAMN COLD! It's the guys in the RED jerseys, not the white ones! DAMN IT!”

Jared and Jensen were stunned into silence for a few seconds, hearing such volume from such a tiny person threw them off, but they found it hilarious all the same. They laughed and added on to your commentary.

“My GRANDMOTHER could’ve caught that ball!” Jared yelled

“Who forgot their Wheaties this morning boys?!” Jensen asked loudly.

Once halftime arrived, Georgia was still losing, so you offered to get up and get everyone beer.

“I'll have another.” Jared said

“Me too.” Jensen said

“Three beers coming up,” you said “I'm a regular bar wench!”

While you were grabbing the beer out of the fridge, Jensen followed behind you.

“Are you having a good time?” he asked as you grabbed the beers.

“I'm having a blast,” you told him “you guys are so much fun to hang out with.”

Jensen bit his lip as you closed the fridge and then he asked

“Would you be okay if-?” he asked as you noticed a blush rising on his cheeks and neck.

“What?” you asked, loving the sheepish and sweet look on his face.

“I feel stupid asking,” he said with a nervous chuckle “but would you mind if I kissed you?”

Your face split into a huge grin and you set the beers aside

“I wouldn't mind at all,” you told him as you stood on the balls of your feet, wrapping your arms around his neck “in fact, I would really enjoy that.”

Jensen grinned, pulled you close and kissed you heatedly. His lips were so warm and soft but strong and at the same time. His tongue gently swiped across your lower lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. His tongue explored your mouth as you moaned.

Someone cleared their throat and the trance between you and Jensen was broken, Jared stood there with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Sorry,” he quickly said “I just- and you guys-“

“No,” you said and then added “I'm sorry, I took too long with the beers.”

“Now I see why.” Jared said with a mischievous wink.

You blushed and slid away from Jensen’s grasp, grabbing the beers and then slid under Jared’s arm and slinked away from the kitchen and into the living room.

The rest of the afternoon went without any thing else being said between you and Jensen, though he was more prone to sit with one of his legs touching yours, or with his hand on your knee, which you didn't mind at all. When the Georgia game was finally over, you had a few hours to kill before Texas' game started. The three of you decided to order pizza and hang out until then. While Jensen was gone ordering the pizza, you got to talk to Jared one on one and found him to be very sweet and endearing. He reminded you of a guy you had a crush on in high school. Had you not gotten a date with Jensen first, you reasoned, you definitely would have gone out with Jared.

When Jensen came back, the three of you settled into an easy and hilarious conversation until the pizza arrived. The boys could easily take out two pizzas by themselves while you swatted the giant, bear paws they called hands away so you could get some pizza as well. After you had eaten, the three of you decided to play Never Have I Ever. The questions were tame for the first couple of rounds, but then as the drinks started to flow more freely, the questions became risque.

“Never have I ever,” Jensen said “had sex with a friend's ex.”

Jared drank for that one and you laughed

“REALLY?! Isn't that against bro code or something?” you asked

“I asked first and he said it was cool!” Jared exclaimed “So no violation on bro code.”

“Okay,” you said, as it was your turn “never have I ever crushed on a friend's partner.” Both boys drank and your eyes went wide. “Really?”

“We have similar tastes.” Jensen clarified “But nothing comes between our friendship.”

“Well that's good.” you said

“We both want you.” Jensen said bluntly.

Your eyes went wide, nearly spitting out your beer.

“Both? Both of you? Really? Me?” You asked in quick succession.

Jared raises an eyebrow

“What? Why are you so surprised?”

“Okay, well one, I normally can’t get a guy to look at me even if my hair is on fire and now BOTH of you want me? As in want to have SEX with ME?!” You asked

They both laughed and Jensen cupped your face in his hands

“We don’t have to,” He said with sincerity in his intense green eyes “if you say no, then it’s fine. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Are you kidding me?” You asked “Guys as hot as you two want to have sex with me? I’d be stupid to turn you down. The only thing is that,” you trailed off, biting your lip “I’ve never had a threesome before.”

Jared and Jensen both smirked and Jared said

“We have, a few times. We’ll show you.”

You looked from one to the other, unable to pull away from them. Before you realized what was happening, you nodded.

“Okay,” you said “I want to.”

Jensen took one hand and Jared followed behind, holding the other hand as the three of you moved up the stairs to Jared’s room. Jensen led you to the bed and sat you down on the edge of the massive bed.

“Are you sure?” He asked as he sat down on one side of you, Jared sat down on the other side, his hand on your knee.

“Yes,” you said and nodded breathlessly “I’m just-what do I do?”

Jared chuckled

“We’ll help, I promise.” He said as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“If you want us to stop, just say something.” Jensen said in your ear, giving it a playful nip that made you gasp.

“Don’t stop.” You said, totally entranced as Jared started to kiss your neck and Jensen did the same thing on the other side. Jared’s hand slid up your inner thigh as Jensen turned your face to his, kissing you sweetly. Jared’s hand slid up to your core where he popped the button on your jeans as he bit down on your pulse point, making you whine into Jensen’s mouth.

“Mh, she likes that Jare.” Jensen said

“Lay back,” Jared said “against the pillows, Jensen and I will take care of you.”

You nodded and did as Jared commanded, sliding back and laying your head on the pillows, sliding your shoes off and dropping them on to the floor. Jensen laid beside you, an arm around your shoulders as Jared crawled up between your legs.

“I want to go down on you,” Jared told you “and Jensen wants to fuck you.”

“If you’re okay with that.” Jensen said to you.

You nodded

“I like the sound of that, but what am I supposed to do?” You asked

“Enjoy yourself,” Jensen said “we wanna make you feel good.”

You nodded again and then Jared leaned in for a kiss, which you happily gave him. Where Jensen was soft and patient, Jared was demanding and excited.

“Mh, she IS a good kisser.” Jared said with a smile as he started to kiss down your neck, sucking and licking at your skin. Jensen turned your face to his.

“I told you.” He said to Jared with a smirk. His lips over took yours. Lost in the haze of plush lips, deliciously scratchy facial hair and huge hands seemingly every where all at once, you nearly missed Jared’s hands sliding up into your shirt and bra. You gasped as he cupped your bare breasts, pinching your nipples in his fingers. You whined as you threaded your fingers through Jared’s long hair, your hips rocking.

“Be nice Jared.” Jensen said with a chuckle as he reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you. You quickly unhooked your bra and threw it aside, baring your chest to both of them. They looked surprised; a pair of hazel and green eyes so lust blown you could barely tell their eye color. You laid back, kissing Jensen as Jared’s hands rolled down the sides of your body, he slid the zipper of your jeans down and hooked his hands into the waistband of your jeans and peeled them down your thighs and discarded them.

“That’s a sight,” Jared said as he looked up, your eyes meeting Jared’s. Jensen cupped your breasts in his hands as he let his tongue dance over the nipples, the buds swelling and hardening under his attention.

Not to be out done, Jared kissed from the inside of your knees up to the apex of your thighs. Jensen sucked one nipple into is mouth while this thumb flicked over the other nipple, you moaned as Jared moved your panties to the slide and licked you from hole to clit.

You let out a yell and tightened your grip on Jared’s hair, your other hand wrapping around Jensen’s shoulders, your nails digging into his shoulder blade.

“She’s sweet,” Jared said “so fucking sweet.”

Jensen’s hand abandoned your breast and dipped down into your core. You moaned, his finger tips just pushing inside you. He withdrew them and sucked them clean like it was the world’s best Popsicle.

“God,” He said “you’re right and she’s fucking wet for us.”

Your chest heaved, unable to believe something like that had just happened.

Jared shimmer you out of your panties, thrown them aside and opening your thighs up wide.

“Fuck,” he moaned “she’s so wet.”

“Told ya.” Jensen said with a lopsided grin

Jared dove right in, licking and sucking your lower lips as his tongue pushed inside of you. The strong muscle pulsed inside you as Jensen’s tongue laved your nipples with attention. He sucked one hardened bud into his mouth as his thumb flicked over the other, bringing it to attention.

“Jesus!” You cried out as they continued to work your body like you never imagined it could be. You twisted and moved with them but also of your own free will, you moaned and cried their names, which only seemed to spur them on. Jared positively devoured you, seeming to cover your entire pussy with his mouth. You let out a scream, your nipples and core aching as you let go, drenching Jared’s mouth and chin as your thighs locked around his head, another screaming ripping from you as he kept going, sucking up every bit of juice from you he could get.

When he finally released you, you felt boneless, like you couldn’t move even if you wanted to, but you’d never felt so alive all at the same time. White hot, electric energy rolled through you body as Jensen kissed you again.

“You okay there darlin?” He asked as you grinned stupidly and nodded.

“Mh, yeah.” You said in a low tone “that was amazing.”

“I’ll say,” Jared piped up “you soaked me.”

You looked down as he licked his lips clean of your juices, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“You got a few more for me?” Jensen asked and kissed you.

“Yeah,” you answered “I do.”

Without needing to speak, the two men traded places and as Jared laid beside you, you made him lay on his back.

“That was,” you said as you kissed him “amazing. And I wanna return the favor.”

Jared eagerly nodded as Jensen’s head snaked between your legs and lowered your sex on to his face.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He said as he gripped your hips tightly.

You rolled your hips and he growled, literally growled as he buried his face into you.

“Like that?” You asked Jensen, who nodded in response.

You did it again as Jared gasped, watching you ride his best friend’s face wasn’t something he’d expected to see, but he was into it.

“My, I think someone likes watching.” You said to Jensen, who again nodded in response. “You like this?” You asked Jared “watching me ride his face?”

Jared nodded as you reached for the sizable bulge in his pants.

“Fuck, that is hot.” He said as you sat up on your knees, rolling you hips a little more, your supple breasts bouncing as you rode on Jensen’s tongue. Jensen moaned below you, watching you writhe under his best friend was one thing, but feeling and watching you come because of him was something entirely different.

“Want me to give you head Jared?” You asked him, the chord in your belly winding tighter as your hands slid up and down your body “Let you come down my throat or all over my belly?”

“Yes,” he groaned out “mh, come for Jensen like a good girl and you can go down on me.”

“I’ll be good,” you said as you kept moving your hips, your hands in your hair “I promise.”

Jensen’s fingers found your clit and began to massage it, rolling the mound in short, pressure filled circles. You threw your head back and moaned, crying out Jensen's name as he brought you up to you peak and then let you come crashing down hard. He let you ride out the orgasm, his beard scratching your inner thighs as you gasped.

“Fuck,” Jared breathed “that was amazing.”

You regained your composure and asked

“NOW do I get to go down on you?” in an innocent tone.

Jared eagerly nodded and you made quick work of removing his pants and underwear as Jensen stripped down behind you. You looked over your shoulder and watched as Jensen crawled on the bed behind you. His bronzed, sun kissed chest with freckles dusted across it, the sharp outlines of his pecs and stomach were enough to make your knees go weaker than they already were.

“Oh my god,” you thought “this is one HELL of a dream and I'm going to be pissed the fuck off when I wake up.”

With a heated kiss from Jensen and Jared kissing on your neck, you quickly realized that this was NO dream and you couldn't be happier about that.

“Lay back,” you said in a breathy tone to Jared as you took his long, thick, cock into your hand, He moaned and did as you commanded as Jensen pushing inside you from behind. You bent over and took Jared into your mouth, using both your mouth and hand to pleasure him, moving both of them in time. Jensen snapped into you, sliding home with each thrust as you moaned, taking Jared deeper and deeper into your throat.

“Fuck,” Jared moaned, his hands holding your head “like, fuck, like that! Yes!” his fingers threaded through your hair as your nose bumped the base of his cock. This was deeper than you'd ever dared to take anyone else. Jared was into it however.

“Oh god,” he moaned “oh just like that, fuck that feels good!”

Jensen bit down on your shoulder and then on the shell of your ear.

“Mh, you feel so good around me,” he murmured in your ear “so fucking tight.”

You moaned on Jared's cock and he squirmed under you as you did this.

“Fuck, I'm gonna come,” he choked out s his hips bucked in time with your head going up and down “oh fuck!” Jared let out a strangled cry as Jensen picked up the pace, slamming his hips into your back side, his skin obscenely slapping yours. Jared held your head in place as your twisted your wrist just so and he let go, his hot cum going down your throat as his hips stilled and he gasped for air. Jensen wasn't far behind Jared, he pounded hard into you as Jared tilted your head up so you were now looking at him.

“Come,” he commanded “come for him.”

You squirmed under Jensen as he chased his release, pounding harder into you until he came with a moan of your name and gripping your hips tightly.

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[nctsukashii-archive-blog]

hc + food & music bc I'm unoriginal™

Let me ramble about my son.

Nothing is too unoriginal! There can be something amazing even from the most simplistic of words! It only becomes unoriginal when you have a lot of the same things. Hence where such a statement comes from! But aside from that tangent I hope you like reading essays because I can never learn to shut the fuck up lol.

- FOODHoshi and food are an interesting combo. This mostly stems from his background in tennis, because surprise surprise, tennis still plays heavy in his life. So Hoshi can eat a shit ton of food like it’s practically nothing- it’s a skill developed over years, and how that skill came about is simple; tennis. If you don’t know, it’s VERY common for many athletes before practice or training to consume a lot of calories all at once to then burn it off all at once. It’s like, giving a campfire a shit ton of wood and then letting it all quickly burn away. It improves physique because you’re still working out, but also getting all the necessary energy to do that kinda stuff. So Hoshi ate a lot of food while growing up. A mix between fast food and regular made meals, with a lot of trips to restaurants while over in other countries.

Remember that he was international by middle school. Famous athletes can eat as much as 5,500+ calories a day, which doesn’t sound like a lot until you remember that the average man should be eating around 2000-3000 calories a day. Of course Hoshi isn’t average by any means, but that just means that he can have more infrequent eating habits. A normal 3 meals a day probably didn’t jive well with the average workout schedule for normal sized people, because it’s accustomed to our size and calorie output. Which means he had more time to stop and relax and eat more, for more rigorous workout / training regimes. I’ll get more into that later, because that can be it’s own separate post, but as a result Hoshi prolly had quite a bit of fast food in his life. Not because he and his team couldn’t afford to go to good restaurants or take time to make a good meal, but because of being an infrequent eater he probably had more-so around 4-5 meals a day just to fit with his practice and workout schedules. 

As a result, there were times where he had to make something fast, and that just so happened to maybe be buying a bucket of chicken and eating it before waiting a bit and going back out to the courts. It’s a guilty pleasure kind of thing, he’ll eat a lot of fast food and probably try to work it off just as fast, which isn’t hard given his body size and his usual performances on the court. In scenarios where he can’t work out as much physically, whether it be from depression or a different profession out of prison, there are moments where he’ll experience massive weight gain just by accidentally falling back into routine. Of course he’ll try his best to lose said weight in doing things like push-ups, crunches, jogging, etc. but it can be really hard sometimes. Overall, it’s a fall to habit more than anything, although he’s usually excellent at controlling himself to eat like a normal person nowadays.

That being said, prison destroyed a lot of his eating patterns when he first arrived, having now grown back to 3 meals a day, he also had to deal with being lethargic and unable to move while barely eating anything. It’s like imagining that same fare with barely any logs, and occasionally having a little gas dumped on it so it’ll keep burning. Very different from the glory days. He still keeps his big stomach though, that never went away, but he has grown to be more inactive if he plans not to eat much some days, whether that be from prison, mental illness, whatever. He can still eat a lot though, but will try to pace himself and not gain a lot of weight if he knows he won’t be able to lose it all quickly. 

(More under the cut because I will flood the dash if I don’t)

Although his favorite kind of food is honestly just anything homemade. After having prison food, ya know the good ol mystery meats, the fish that’s always too salty, the undercooked rice, the soup that tastes like water, all that fun stuff; it’s good to just get some food that doesn’t blow? Like a lot? Something cooked fresh from home is always a favorite. It gives him a healthy and wonderful nostalgia from times his mom cooked for him when he came home from tennis practice or after travelling international for weeks at a time. Nothing can compare to a good meal made by loved ones. 

Hoshi holds a preference for stronger flavors, just because his tongue was a bit destroyed by salted foods in prison. He likes things with stronger tastes, while not really hating but not preferring things that aren’t very taste-heavy. Of course he also knows not to hurt himself with things like spicy foods, but some seasonings or spices are well preferred in his meals.

But he also has quite a bit of a sweet tooth as well, able to eat candy often and sweets baked by his girlfriend. He can control himself decently when it comes to it, but it slips into his beverage preferences at times as well. Doesn’t really like the cool professional taste of coffee unless it’s filled with sugar, and he loves grape soda. Not that he hates water or anything like that, but sometimes he likes having some sweetness in his life.

- MUSICMusic is weird because he doesn’t ever really listen to music. Hoshi just never really felt a desire to listen to that kinda stuff when he was playing tennis, and when he wasn’t playing tennis he was either eating, sleeping, or relaxing with his cat on the couch or smth, so he just never really had a real reason to play a tune here or there. He’s not against music or anything, but silence can be comforting sometimes, especially after a long day of work. While silence can also be associated with the emptiness of prison, he does like the light sounds of ringing in the air or cats paws on the floor. Sounds, rather than music. 

He can enjoy light pieces though. Hoshi practically has the taste of a geezer because he loves slow and light music. Stuff that plays in the background as filler rather than anything meant to keep his attention. Just a preference when he performs daily activity. He likes being active despite what some could think, it’s just that prison has kinda forced a lethargic lifestyle onto him. Even then, he still likes to stand or walk around, so something he doesn’t have to really think about does wonders. Songs without lyrics are a plus, because it gives him something to not focus on- instead letting him just listen to the whole song and it’s melodies. He’s a simple guy at heart, but hey, it’s just who he is.

A lot of music preference is dictated by what he thinks is cool. Cool music would be stuff like piano solos, or pieces that really feel like people are putting energy into instruments. He has a load of respect for people that can play an instrument or instruments super well for multiple songs, because it’s a dedication of effort which he reflects back onto himself and tennis. He also is quite a fan of songs which fit his aesthetics. Deep guttural music that isn’t loud per say, but powerful. He’s not a fan of rock or screamo, but he does love a song with deep bass that shows strength in its tone and treble. It fits his bad boy image very well.

Although he does have a preference for romantic songs as well as anime intros. The romantic songs are obvious; he can relate to them well, but he’s a weeb as well considering he loves watching anime movies and reading manga. A good anime OP can get him pumped right in the mood depending on the genre (but mainly he watches sports stuff- he took a lot of moves and put them into his own after all!) and ready to enjoy a good show.

He’s not a fan of making music, but can appreciate the effort that goes into it; just like many things in life. It’s cool that someone can make something that manages to reach out to so many people. He’ll bob his head to a good tune, but he won’t dance, and sometimes even whistles things from time to time. Although he has no idea what a bpm even is he supports good wholesome music that’s great for sitting on the couch and chilling with his cat to.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Rougarou Pt. 2

Peter backed away, body low, snarling at Stiles. He was a hunter; had to be. There was no other reason for a human to know what he was. He had been right in his suspicions all along.

“Stop that, I ain’t no hunter,” Stiles said, spitting the word like poison as he set the food on the table, accent thickening with emotion. His right hand was twitching, like he wanted to cross himself. “I know what you are, wolfie, cause I’m a part of your world too. I grew up on my maman’s stories of the wolves that live in the swamp, among other things. Didn’t take me long to figure out y'all were real.” Peter wasn’t swayed, ears pinned back, still growling.

Stiles, for his part, didn’t look offended. He just shrugged and went to sit at the table, propping his hand up on his chin and leveling Peter with the most unimpressed look the wolf. “Y'know, my best friend’s a rougarou, too. Bitten, though. But you a born wolf, huh? That’s why you turn into a wolf.”

He was smart, Peter would give him that. Not many knew that little fact, believing it to just be something werewolves had to learn. They did, but they could only learn if they had the genetics for it, and that only came from the old werewolf bloodlines. The first families of wolves that had been blessed by the moon. The Hales were one of the oldest.

“I know you don’t trust me, and that’s fine, I get it. I wouldn’t trust me either, in your position. But I’m really not gon’ hurt you; had plenty of chances at doin’ that already. Don’t you think I woulda killed you already if I wanted to? It’d have been easier to kill you when you were out that try to fight a wolf almost as big as me.” He did make a very valid point. And Peter couldn’t hear a lie in his heartbeat, his pulse beating a little fast, but even. Like a hummingbird’s wing. Peter lowered his hackles and shuffled forward slowly. “Atta boy. Now, I’d appreciate it if you’d shift that furry butt of yours into something a little less hairy, It’s only polite, after all.”

Peter looked at the steaming bowl of gumbo longingly, stomach cramping in hunger, then put his head down; he didn’t know if he could shift back. Hadn’t been able to all the times he’s tried since he left. He turned and walked out of the kitchen, steps slow and forlorn, to go lay back down on his pile of blankets. He’d been trapped in the body of his wolf for so long, relying on it to keep him alive, that he didn’t remember how to turn back into the man. 

Stiles followed him not even a minute later, soft mouth downturned into a frown at Peter’s behavior. “You can’t shift, can you?” he asked after staring at the wolf for several long moments. Peter’s plaintive whine must have been answer enough, because Stiles’ expression turned sad. “I’m sorry,” he said, watching Peter curl up and tuck his nose under his tail, apetite forgotten.

At least until Stiles left, only to come back with the gumbo. He set both bowls on the ground in front of Peter, then briefly left again to get another for himself. When he returned Peter hadn’t moved. “Hey,” he said, sitting on the floor beside Peter and reaching out, nudging his side. “You gotta eat, wolf. You look like you’re too seconds from withering away.”

Peter lifted his head, the scent of the food enticing. It was demeaning eating in this form, out of a bowl like a dog, but the gumbo was good enough that he couldn’t bring himself to care��although the meat didn’t taste quite like chicken or pork, the texture off and flavor masked too much by seasoning for Peter to discern exactly what it was.

At least Stiles was gracious. He could have easily been making insensitive jokes about Peter’s state, rather than trying to help him. He looked like the kind of person that didn’t show much restrain with what he said often.

Satisfied that Peter was eating, Stiles crossed his legs and ate his own food.

It was honestly impressive how much a wolf could eat when he really wanted to. Peter managed to go through three bowls with ease, and they weren’t small either. Stiles was entertained watching him, fingers stroking over Peter’s side when the wolf seemed friendly enough to not bite his hand off.

“You’ve been like this for a long time, haven’t you?” he asked softly, carding his fingers through Peter’s fur. The wolf made a sound of agreement, jerking his head in a slight nod. Stiles gingerly touched the edges of Peter’s burns, where his fur gave way to seared skin. “Did someone do this to you?” Again, Peter nodded. Stiles’ heart broke for the poor wounded wolf.

“Hunters?” This time Peter growled, and Stiles nodded to himself. “I’m sorry, wolf.” If her ever shifted back into a human, and knew who it was that had tried to kill him in such a terrible way, then Stiles would gladly help the wolf get justice.

Peter was laying in his makeshift bed, head resting on the paws as he watched Stiles work. There was zydeco playing softly, the human swaying his hips and tapping his fingers to the beat as he worked. Peter got the impression he normally played his music loud, and he was glad Stiles had it at a wolf-friendly volume.

He wished he could ask what it was Stiles was making with all those herbs and powders and strange-smelling liquids being ground and combined together into some kind of paste. He didn’t have to wait long to find out, Stiles coming over with a bowl of the stuff in hand, along with an armful of cloth bandages.

“Don’t bite me, okay?” he said, looking at Peter meaningfully as he crouched down. “You’ll start healing again in a few days now that you’re no longer on the run, but this will help kick start the process. So be nice, yeah?”

Peter growled softly, causing Stiles to smile. He knew by now that Peter wouldn’t actually bite him. Much. His wrist was still smarting from earlier, but he was pretty sure Peter’s sudden attack was more from being unexpectedly touched, than wanting to actually do him harm. “Be a good boy and there might be a few treats in it for you,” he teased, laughing when Peter snapped at him.

Stiles stroked Peter’s neck, coaxing him to roll over and display his wounded side, baring the gruesome-looking burns. Stiles, for his part, didn’t cringe. He just picked up the bowl of the watery poultice and used the brush in it to gently paint the mixture over Peter’s wounds. Peter was tensed, waiting for it to hurt, but the pain never came. He was starting to think that there was more to Stiles than he originally thought, with the way he couldn’t feel pain when Stiles touched him.

Again, he was singing softly, one hand buried in Peter’s scruff, soothing him. Peter allowed himself to drift off to sleep, trusting Stiles not to hurt him. 

[purplesurveys]

1091

survey by ohsh1t2wksl8

Lasts!

Who

Who was the last person you got into an argument with? What was it about? My mom. We rarely get into arguments anymore so I was surprised when she made a comment the other day that was snippy enough to provoke me. She has a unique ability to make me feel insecure over just about everything, and last Saturday it was about my spelling abilities in the 7th grade.

Who was the last person you spoke on the phone with? What was the call regarding? My last call was with a client who has a tendency to micromanage :/ He called to ask me to accomplish a task, which was a little bothersome because all interactions with our clients ideally should be seen by everyone in my team, i.e. my manager and my director for visibility. Anyway, in the end I just let my bosses know that he called to ask me to do something for him.

Who was the last person that slept in your bed? Are they a lover or a friend? Gabie is the only other person who has slept in my bed, I think. She is neither. 

I still get stunned whenever I type something like that up...thinking about how I practically grew up doing surveys, and how she was in nearly every survey I’ve taken since day one, and now she doesn’t play a single role in my life, it’s just super surreal to take in and I don’t think that feeling will ever go away. 

Who was the last person to give you a hug or a kiss? Did you return the sentiment? My dad gave me a casual hug when it was time for him to go upstairs for bed. He just put his arm around my back while I was sitting on the couch, so I wasn’t in the proper position to return it.

Who was the last person to give you a gift? What was the gift? What holiday was it for, or was it “just because”? Erm, idk if it counts as a gift but Andi lent me their vape pen for the foreseeable future, haha. They know how much I like vaping and how it relaxes me; and since they don’t do it as much as I do (unless they lied for my sake), they lent theirs to me. It was a “just because” gift, which I appreciated.

Who is the person that you last went to for advice? Angelaaaa, earlier today. I’ve been in contact with a potential supplier for work purposes, and I had to do some negotiating in my last email. I have zero knowledge and experience in negotiations, so I didn’t know if I worded my email right, or if I insulted the supplier, etc lol so I immediately went to Anj after to check my email and to let me know if it sounded okay.

Who was the last person to say “I love you” to you? What significance does this person have in your life? My mom. I’m not super close with her and I haven’t replied to her with “I love you too,” since I was like maybe 14 or 15 due to the incredibly strained relationship we’ve had for the majority of my life; but she is my mom so she still holds a level of significance. I’m just not sure how much I’m willing to do or sacrifice for her.

Who was the last person that you spoke with, in person? Also my mom. She was asking where a certain local mountain was located because a friend of hers had recently climbed said mountain.

Who was the last person to request you on a social media network - and did you accept? It’s this middle-aged guy who I share a good number of mutual friends with. I figured he’s probably a professor or someone in media since all our mutual friends are either students and professors in my college, buuut I’ve personally never heard of him before so I ignored the request.

Who was the last person you texted or messaged, and what was it in regards to? Justine, my former co-intern. My company stopped taking in interns at the start of the year, but for some reason there’s this one girl intern that they’ve kept having around so we’re all trying to figure out why they kicked out Justine and the other co-interns but retained this one girl who still logs in her attendance every day, lol.

Who was the last person’s vehicle that you rode in? My dad’s, but I haven’t been on it since Christmas. I’ve been in a car more recently than that but it’s always my car.

Who was the last person to make you laugh or smile, and why? I’ll be breaking the rules quite a bit for this question, because it was Cooper. Earlier he kept barking at some dog he saw outside but whenever Nina asked him to “Shake,” he paused his barking to reach out his paw, without fail, and then proceeded to bark until he was asked to “Shake” again, hahaha.

Who was the last person that you took a photo with? Not sure, I think it was Andi.

Who is the last person that you flirted with? Were you successful? I don’t flirt.

Who was the last person to pay you a compliment, and what did they say? I honestly don’t remember. I’m sure I receive them more often than I think I do; I just do a horrible job keeping track of them. The last one I remember getting was my director saying I did a great job with a press release I had to work on in a rush last Friday, since the client had only placed super minor revisions on the material.

Who’s the last person that you visited in the hospital? I’ve never had to visit anyone in the hospital.

Who is the last person that you lent money to? Not a person but I will sometimes pay for things on my company’s behalf at first - since PR entails a lot of buying a lot of crap - and then ask to have the amount reimbursed right after.

What

What was the last food that you ate? My dad made some kind of Chinese-style, stir-fry thing with loads of chicken and vegetables for dinner earlier. Idk, he likes to combine things in the fridge. As usual, it ended up tasting delightful.

What was the last beverage that you drank? Coffee. As much as possible I hate drinking coffee in the evening since I don’t like being unable to fall asleep; but I had been craving a cup all day. I made one at around 7 PM but made sure I had the whole cup down by 8:30ish, so that the caffeine can subside sooner.

What did the last pair of footwear that you wore look like? They were just boring, blue flip-flops I wore out earlier when I walked Cooper.

What was the last color of pen that you used? I think it was blue.

What was your last thought before falling sleep last night? Nothing, man. I zonked out last night. I closed my eyes at 9 PM in the living room while my family was still around and the next thing I knew it was 12 AM with the whole first floor empty.

What was the last television show you watched? Friends. Been watching a lot of it recently, because I’ve been stressed a lot recently.

What was the last board or card game that you played? Trivial Pursuit or Pictionary; I can’t remember.

What was the last kind of bread that you ate? It was just regular toast. My mom made pasta last Sunday so she toasted up some bread to accompany the dish.

What color is the last shirt you wore? The one I wore before my current top? It was yellow with silver wording.

What was the last electronic that you plugged in to charge? My laptop. Though I really have to plug in my phone since it’s been on 3% for a good while now.

What’s is the last thing that you Googled? Mt. Pulag, since that’s the aforementioned mountain my mom was asking about earlier. I know of the mountain but wasn’t sure where exactly it is, so I had to Google it for her.

What’s the last concert you attended? Paramore.

What’s the last sporting event that you attended/watched? A volleyball game between the UP and Ateneo women’s teams.

What was the last app that you downloaded to your phone? A logo quiz game loooooool, what a throwback. I was looking for phone apps to download last Friday; and apparently logo quizzes still rank pretty high under the Trivia category, so I downloaded one to revisit the fun.

What was the last video game that you played? Mario Kart 8.

What’s the last computer game that you played? Some suuuper fucking old computer game I played as a kid called Magic Ball. During the first few months of the pandemic my memory started to torture me about a ball game I used to play on my dad’s old laptop but whose title I couldn’t remember, so on one day I spent a few hours trying to track it down. When I finally saw the right game, I downloaded a free trial (because you still had to buy the game 15 years later lol) and savored the 30 minutes re-experiencing my childhood.

What’s the last injury you had? The usual scratch from Cooper.

What’s the last holiday or event (baby shower, graduation, etc) that just passed? Christmas. But the next one would be my dad’s 50th birthday which we’ll be celebrating this weekend.

When

When was the last time that you took a painkiller, and what did you take it for? Around a month ago for a headache (which is my only reason for taking painkillers, anyway). I’d keep taking more but we’ve run out and my parents haven’t restocked it yet, partly because I know they know how reliant I get on them to get rid of my headaches.

When was the last time you went to the bathroom? Earlier this evening. My dad tripped while carrying Cooper’s food bowl filled with his dinner meal, so a lot of the rice spilled onto the floor. I helped him out and since the food was a bit sticky and wet, I had to go wash my hands in the bathroom afterwards.

When was the last time that you listened to music? Do you remember what the most recent song was? Also earlier this evening, just before dinner. I was working out on the rooftop and needed music to keep me company; anyway, the last song that played was Beyoncé’s Countdown.

When was your last work shift? Today. I work every weekday from 9 AM to 6 PM.

When is the last time that you had trouble falling asleep? Last Thursday, I think.

When is the last time you saw your parents? 15 minutes ago.

When was the last time you saw a significant other? When they were still my significant other? September. As an ex? Late November.

When was your last year of schooling/education? 2020 so yeah, didn’t get a graduation after four years of busting my ass in college.

When was the last time you took a shower? This morning. I want to take one again tonight, but I’m a little lazyyy.

When was the last time you did anything sexual that went beyond kissing? September.

When was the last time that you did your laundry? I don’t do my own.

When was the last time you had to use public transportation, and what form was it? LOL, like 2017 maybe? Or 2018. Idk, I never use the public transportation in this stinkhole of a country. I used a train to go to Manila, but that was during a dead hour so the train wasn’t crowded and hot like it normally would be.

When’s the last time that you were sick? What was wrong? May. I had a UTI and it disguised itself as a nasty fever that lasted about a week. Didn’t even run into any issues with my urinary tract or anything in that region at all.

When was the last time that you hung out with friends/acquaintances? Virtually, two Saturdays ago. In person, two Fridays ago though that was only with one person.

When was the last funeral you attended? Who passed away? I’ve never attended a funeral, but the last wake I went to was Nacho’s, in September 2019.

When was the last wedding that you attended? Who got married? LMAOOOOOOO. 2007. My mom’s youngest brother and my now-aunt. I’m just waiting for one of my friends to get married now.

When’s the last time that you took a risk? What was the risk? Is stepping away from my ex a risk? I did it over the Christmas season...idk, my mind just had a very sudden shift overnight and I immediately went from seeking to keep in contact with her everyday to not giving even a quarter of a shit and starting to want to live life on my own terms. I certainly think it was pretty bold of me and I’ll always be proud of myself for making such a big step.

When’s the last time you mailed something handwritten? I’ve never mailed anything, period.

When’s the last time you got a haircut? I can’t remember if it was late Feb or early March of last year.

When’s the last time that you went swimming? August 2019.

Where

Where was the last place you drove to, and what did you do there? I went to the new-ish Starbucks at Katip Extension just because I needed new scenery but still be in my comfort zone, which to me will always be Starbucks. I went there supposedly to chill and take a few surveys, but my Viber suddenly got bombarded with work-related messages and for the rest of my time there I was feeling a little stressed and I wasn’t able to finish a single survey.

Where was the last place that you went on vacation to? Tagaytay and Cavite. We’ll be going back to Tagaytay again this weekend, so yay.

Where was the last restaurant you ordered food from? If coffee shops count, Starbucks. If they don’t, I had food from this local Japanese place called Omakase delivered to our house last Saturday.

Where was the last place that you went on a date? Lmfao it was Yabu from like March last year. I won’t be having dates any time soon either, but I’m no longer salty about it.

Where was the last place that you went shopping at? H&M.

Where was the last place you got lost? Somewhere in QC near Tomas Morato, because I had been trying to look for the office of this company who arranged a job interview with me. This isn’t to sound salty because I’m definitely not, but I’m glad I didn’t get a follow-up anything from that company because their office is actually a house (a very nice house, but still a house) and when I was there I failed to get any I’m-finally-a-working-girl-in-a-big-city vibes from it - which to me is important especially at this stage in my life since I’m now finally a full-fledged adult who just gained a deeper level of independence. I aimed to work somewhere that really feels like a legit office/workspace, which my current employer would be able to provide me under normal circumstances.

Where’s the last place that you walked to? My room. I came from the living room a half hour ago.

Where did you last have sex? My bed.

Where was the last place you left your keys? Dining table, as always.

Where’s the last place you got drunk? My room.

Where’s the last place you embarrassed yourself in public? How did you do this? At the parking lot of the aforementioned Starbucks. I was handing my parking ticket to the guard keeping watch of the cars going in and out, and he told me to take care driving, to which I replied, “You too.”

Why

Why did you last cry? I hadn’t cried in a good while and needed a release. Also, because I was in Katip. It was a place I shared with Gab for many years and a place where a lot of fond memories - that I am now forced to shelve to the very back of my head - were made. It was surreal to hang out there and drive in the very same roads I used to take with her, now alone, and everything got overwhelming fairly quickly so I allowed myself to pull over at an isolated spot in our village to let myself cry everything out for a few minutes.

Why did your last relationship fail? She feared commitment and the relationship was becoming too much of a burden for her. Also tbh, all the red flags she had been exhibiting finally came to a head and finally reached a point where they were impossible to resolve. For six years I couldn’t directly talk about marriage, kids, and even my own coming out to my family with her and it was like...what are we even doing anymore? Anyway the tl;dr version of it was that I was apparently becoming a lot of weight to her so she bounced.

Why did you leave your last job? I’ve never left a job.

How

How long has it been since you last visited a doctor? How about a dentist? A doctor, 8 months. A dentist, a year and a month.

How long does gum usually last when you chew it? 10 seconds.

How long can you last in bed? Longer than I’d want to. Being ace, for the most part I run into trouble trying to last, so I’ve always felt bad for my partner about it.

How long did your food last get microwaved for? A minute is my default setting.

How many pages was the last book that you read? Around 225 pages.

How big was the last fish you caught? I’ve never gone fishing.

How long was the last movie you watched? I can’t remember and I can’t be bothered to look up that movie at the moment because it continues to make me sad today.

How long was your last relationship? 4 years. Technically 6 since we had that on-off thing in 2015/2016. 

How much did your last grocery bill come to? I don’t do the groceries.

How difficult was your last exam? I remember thinking it was fairly easy but that I definitely would not be getting a 1.00 haha. There was an essay question that I completely failed to review for so I had to bullshit that part. Anyway, the lockdown started like a week later so my final grade never ended up mattering anymore.

Randoms

Did you always get picked last in gym class? We never did picks in PE.

Do you believe that nice guys finish last? Idk.

Can true love really last forever? Sure, but it’s not for everyone.

Give me the first initial of your last name? C.

Something you wait until the last minute to do? Work. I have this certain kind of email that I receive everyday that I immediately have to work on once it’s in my inbox, and I get it at 7:55 AM. I will only get out of bed by 7:54.59.

Have you made your last will and testament? I have one tucked away somewhere in this laptop but I remember making a very conscious effort to hide it in some obscure, hidden folder so that I don’t come back to it often. It seems to have worked because I don’t even remember where it is or what I named it as.

Something in your home that’s on it’s last leg(s)? The electric fan we have in our dining room.

Give us some famous last words! "They couldn't hit an elephant at this distance!" has always been fascinating to me. Sad, but fascinating.

[ohsh1t2wksl8]

[taurus-annie-main]

Wonderland

Genre : fantasy / Cheshire Cat!Xiumin  Summary : Coming home from the worst date of your life, you stumble upon a lone cat in the rain. And in a moment of moral consciousness you take the poor thing in, but then something weird happens.

He smiled a very cat like smile and It was both unsettling and calming at the same time. "Wonderland, where did you think you were?"

Deep down in your heart you'd known going on that date would've been a bad idea. You'd felt the urge to cancel as you slathered foundation, and the feeling never left even as you reached for the door. But, you needed to shut your mother up. 'One date' she said, and then she'd drop the whole 'get a husband' campaign.  She'd been certain that you'd fall head over heels with the accountant she'd run into in the hospital. Wrong. He was a pompous twat and seemed to do everything in his will to make you uncomfortable in that snazzy restaurant that would have otherwise deemed you unfit to enter. A second date was certainly off the plate.

You'd turned down his offer for a ride to your apartment and instead chose to cling tightly onto your umbrella and brace the fierce droplets that seemed to pelt the ground. In hindsight, you should have called for an Uber but you'd been so set on the idea of taking the ten minute walk to your clear mind, despite the fact that darkness had already set in.

With streetlights lining the ground, you walked down the alley, your heels going as fast as possible on the uneven wet ground. You were at the corner leading to your apartment block when you heard a soft mewl. You stopped in your tracks and looked to a tree. A cat.

Fearing the cold that was quickly creeping up on your bare skin, you plowed ahead, ignoring those small meows. It’s a cat, it’ll survive, you reasoned. but then again, it was growing colder and God knows what could happen if someone with wayward intentions found the poor creature. Sighing, you turned around.

You'd keep it for the night, give it refuge but tomorrow you'd go to the shelter, get his tagged tracked - if he had one.

You were head first in the fridge, pushing aside wrapped containers and opening the draws.

"Ah, there it is," you said, taking out the left over rotisserie chicken.

The cat, which you'd now identified as Xiu - it was written on his collar - meow delightfully and you couldn't help but smile. He had great taste in food, you'd tried feeding him Tuna but he'd turned his little snout up and scampered into your kitchen, head held high. Whoever owned him certainly spoiled him to death.

You laid the chicken on a saucer and pushed it towards him. As he ate hungrily, you popped the kettle on. You'd have a cup of tea, something to push away the lingering cold and then hop into the shower. You might try and wash Xiu too.

"It's nice isn't it?" you said, scratching the crown of Xiu's head.

He'd paused mid eating to purr and then he was back to chewing the chicken.

You poured the boiling water into a mug along with a tea bag and then settled on the chair in the island. Your phone was beeping repeatedly as you went back forth with your mother. She was busying whining about the fact that the idea of grandchild was becoming a distant hope; you reminded her that you were in your twenties. You had plenty of time.

By the time you'd reached the bottom of your cup, Xiu was at your side, rubbing his neck over your arm. You scratched at his silken black fur. "All done?" you asked.

He meowed back, as though responding to your question. "You odd little fur ball," you said, as he climbed into your arms and obscured the vision of your phone. "Let's go give you a little scrub," you said as you stood up with him in your arms.

You'd made Xiu a perfect sleeping place on the floor of your room, complete with your favorite pillow. However, the spoiled and utterly adorable brat jumped up at your bed and settled into the space beside you.

You kissed the top of Xiu's head, "you wanna sleep with me huh? You naughty little boy, we've only just met."

He meowed and pawed at the pillow beside you, making it comfortable and perfect.

"Goodnight."

You were in a room, no, your room. Yes, it was definitely your room. The walls were still that stony grey and the picture you took in Mundle Beach still hung brightly above your bed. Nevertheless, it wasn't the same. Your bed hung from the ceiling and the picture from Mundle Beach was upside down and so was that chair from Ikea. Everything, from your duvet to your pillows was upside down. Except for one thing, you. You were standing on your ceiling, upright and looking above in amazement.

"Scared?"

You spun around, but there wasn't anyone there. (am i ) Were you hearing things? You wondered as you stared around the barren ceiling. There'd certainly been a voice, a male voice to be exact and although it's words were spoken softly, the voice had boomed across.

"I'm right here," it said.

You stared at your wardrobe, wandering for just a moment if someone was inside. You'd been ready to approach it, hesitantly of course, but the voice spoke again.

"No silly, I'm down here."

You looked down, there were only two thing on the ceiling, one being the light and the hatch that led to your attic. You eyed the hatch warily. "Um ... there?"

"Yes there, Jesus. Took you long enough," he said.

You walked towards the hatch and knelt down beside it. "Am I meant to open it?" you asked.

"Of course."

Your fingers shook as you twisted the latch and then you paused for moment, wandering just when and why you'd suddenly started taking commands from this 'outerly' voice. Everything was weird, but god knows what hell you could be unleashing if you opened the latch. Then again, if this wasn't real, and it certainly didn't look nor feel real then no harm could come to you. You opened the latch.

You'd expected something fantastical, but no, it was pitch black. If anyone ever wondered what a black hole looked like, you'd direct them here.

"Now, just jump in." he said.

You backed away. "Jump?"

"Yes, jump in," he said. "It's very simple darling, just bend your leg-"

"I know how to jump," you cut in. "Just why should I jump ... will I die?"

The voice sighed. "You won't die, I swear down on the Queen of Hearts herself."

"But-"

"Jump. I'll make sure you won't die."

You stood up on shaky knees. "Are you sure?" you asked, the more you looked into the latch, the more did unease settle in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm sure."  

You took a deep breath. Screwed your eyes shut. And leapt in.

You could only describe it as a feeling you'd never felt before and you'd probably never feel anything like it again. It was like being on top of a rollercoaster, waiting for that drop and yet it never came but you still felt that anticipation. Your hair flew around, getting caught in your mouth as unending screams flew out of your mouth.

You'd gotten brave halfway down and opened your eyes. You'd expected pitch darkness but all you could see was your Mundle Beach picture hurtling down, your bed followed next, then your rug, the glass at your bedside. It didn't stop there. You watched as your kitchen flew by, all your mugs, your kettle, your fridge and cutlery.

And then all your vision was engulfed in a blinding white light.

Everything in your body had stopped moving, and you could finally hear your own breathing. However, your eyes were still shut, you were too scared to look into the white light. Wait ... you could feel something. There was something holding you up, something just under your legs. Your eyes flew open.

"You made it." he said.

The voice which you'd heard before now had a face, and it's face belonged to a man who was currently holding you. You swallowed, suddenly feeling the inability to do anything. Had you fallen into his arms?

"Uh ... we are we?" you asked as your eyes scanned the area. It was certainly unlike any place you'd ever been.

He smiled a very cat like smile and It was both unsettling and calming at the same time. "Wonderland, where did you think you were?"

Anywhere but Wonderland, you answered in your head.

"As in Alice in Wonderland?" you asked tentatviely.

He raised an eyebrow and his ears perked up - wait a second. His ears ... you were truly going crazy now. The stranger, didn't have normal ears, insteadblack cat ears but a very human body.

"You know Alice?"

You shook your head, but you couldn't tear your eyes from his ears. "No, I'm talking about the book."

"The book- would you care to stop look at my ears?"

Your ears flushed with heat and you quickly averted your gaze. As shame flooded each and every one of your senses you remebered that you were still in his hold. "Can I get down?" you asked.

"Of course," he said. As he bent down, you leapt off his hold.

"Sorry about that," you said. "I've never met a person with cat ears before."  

"Well, I'm glad to be your first," he spoke in a drawl than you swear mimiced a purr.  "I'm the Chesire Cat but please call me Xiu."

Xiu

Your eyes zeroed in on the collar that circled the porcelin like skin of his neck. How hadn't you noticed it before? It was the exact collar Xiu, the real cat, wore. Now you really must've been going crazy.

"You."

He smirked. "Yes, me."

"You're Xiu?" Your voice shook.

He nodded. "Yes, like I said before, call me Xiu. Now, let's stop with all this back and forth business, we have a party to attend."

He walked ahead and you could only follow him through the forest. Was this man really Xiu? The same cat you took in for the night? If it was then you must've been in some alternate reality. Too busy with the mental dilemma, you hadn't noticed where you were heading, nor had you looked at the odd happening around you. For example, the paper roses the dripped with red,  the butterflies that had faces nor the flowers that seemed to glow.

Xiu stopped and you bumped into his back. "Clumsy aren't you?" he said.

"Sorry," you said, shaking your head.

"No problem. Now listen here, we're about to go to the Mad Hatter's tea party ... don't eat everything they give you," he said. "Got it?"

Alarmed you quickly nodded. "Yes."

"Good," he said, before he pushed open a door which had certainly not been there a moment ago.

"The cat's here!" A man said.

Judging from his flamboyant hat and obnoxiously colored hair, you guessed that he must've been the mad hatter. You'd expected an older gentleman but he looked to be the same age as Xiu, but far taller, their heigh difference was very much evident when he engulfed Xiu in a hug that the other resisted.

"Get off me," Xiu said, struggling against the Mad Hatter's hold.

"Bad kitty," Mad Hatter said as he finally peeled his hands from Xiu, who'd promptly begun brushing away the invisible dirt. The Mad Hatter turned to you, "And you dear! You came too!"

It your turn to be engulfed in a constricting hug. You hugged back, only because it seemed to be the right thing to do. No one had ever been this excited to see you before ... It felt nice.

"Stop annoying the guests you fool!" you heard another voice hiss.

The Mad Hatter promptly let you go and turned to the voice, "Oh shut it you cranky rabbit!"

The cranky rabbit in question suddenly appeared from under the tablet. And like all the weird other things you'd seen here, it wasn't a normal rabbit. It was man, shorter than the Mad Hatter and probably Xiu too , but only just.

The rabbit sent a fiery glare to The Mad Hatter. "Hare! I'm a Hare for heaven's sake."

Mad Hatter shrugged. "Same difference."

"They do this all the time," Xiu muttered under his breath.

You nodded. "Do they stop?"

"Eventually," Xiu said. "Gentlemen!"

The arguing parties stopped.  

"Right, sorry about that," The Hare said. "You must be Xiu's friend, welcome to the tea party."

"My tea party," Mad Hatter added with a flourish of his hand. The Hare rolled his eyes. "Now, come dear, take and seat."

Muttering a small thanks, you sat into the chair he'd pulled out and Xiu took the seat next to yours. You looked around the table which was just as ornate at the host. Masterfully decorated teacups scattered the table and baroque stands were stacked with slices of cakes which would take most of your paycheck if you were ever to buy one. You reached a hand out to take one but then pulled back upon remembering Xiu's mysterious words of warning. Don't eat everything they give you.

"Care for some tea?" The Hare asked, as he poured said tea into your cup.

"Thank you," you said, you glanced at Xiu before putting the cup to your lips.

"Now, where do you come from?" Mad Hatter asked you. "We've never had anyone like you here before."

Xiu answered before you could. "She's from the same place as Alice."

The Mad Hatter furrowed his brows. "It can't be, Alice didn't dress like that."

You looked down at your pajamas, of course. "We're from different times." You left out the bit where Alice was not real and actually fiction, you didn't want the Hatter to descend into further madness.

He nodded. "I see. Well then, you must still eat cake right?"

"Of course," you said. "Everyone still eats cake."

"May I delight you in my Blueberry Bonaza? I made it the other day,” Hare said, pushing a slice of blue cake in your face.

"I'll be glad to," you said, taking the cake. You placed it on your saucer and Xiu smiled. "Thank you, Hare."

Xiu and Hare launched into a conversation about God knows what, you heard ‘The Queen’ thrown ever so often but they’d been speaking far too fast for you to catch on. Instead, you’d been forced to listen to the Mad Hatter as he launched into a fantastical story about a fat caterpillar, you could only smile and drink your tea as you followed along.

“And then I take a sip of the pipe and now I can see really weird things,” The Mad Hatter said.

You hummed and took a bite of the cake. It tasted surprisingly nice and not like blueberries. Was it chocolate? You took another bite and then another until you were certain it was chocotolate.

“And then this butterfly starts singing a song, I can’t remember it but it was really beautiful,” he continued.

You could barely keep up with story as tiredness hung behind your eyes. You stifled a yawn on your sleeve. You needed to sleep.

“Hey!”

The was the last thing your heard before you fell face first into your cake.

You woke to the sound of your alarm and blinding light from your blinds. You rolled over, groaning as you shielded your eyes. What an odd dream, you thought. You looked to the pillowcase beside you, hoping to see the curled black cat, but he wasn’t there.

You sat up, “Xiu?”

You called out again, but you didn’t hear a meow back.

Alarmed you shot up, you’d left the door closed last night and unless Xiu had suddenly possessed hands then he wouldn’t have opened it. Where had that damned cat gone? You searched in your kitchen, nothing and your bathroom was any much different.

Sighing, you wandered back to your room. You hadn’t checked one place. The Balcony. You’d been too afraid too, if he’d leapt from there the chances of survival would’ve been next to zero.

“Xiu?” You stepped out into the balcony and all that was there was your potted plants, which had been dead for some time.

“You alright?” You knew that voice.

Spooked, you whipped your head around. Standing in the balcony next to yours was a man who looked far too much like Xiu. However, Xiu, the human one, had been a figment of your imagination. This was a real person.

“Uh, have you seen a black cat,” you asked. “It’s called Xiu?”

His face broke into a smile. “Xiu? Don’t worry about that old thing, he’s eating his food.”

“Are you his owner?”

The man nodded. “Very much so. He’s been gone for a good two days; you can imagine my surprise when I find him on my balcony.”

“Is your name Xiu?”

He shook his head. “No, it’s Minseok.”

A/N

This was fun to write. Did you guys like it? I’ve always thought of Xiumin to be very cat-like and I live cats so... this happened. It was also inspired by my first love, Ikuto from Shugo Chara

Can y’all guess which members Mad Hatter and The Hare are?

[taytcanterbury]

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