#i picked him out on the farm as a kitten and have had him almost my whole life

[stevangarcronox]

TW: Animal Death:

My 22-year-old cat and lifelong companion Pepper just passed away. It was beyond his time, and we gave him the best life possible, but it’s still very sad. ;~;

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Fascinated by the idea that Oscar might say “alright. back off” to Morris when Morris is mocking or intimidating someone

also fascinated by what it would take for Oscar to tell Morris to back off

cw: violence, emetaphobia

“What?” Morris leant back casually against the wall of the alleyway as he turned the cigar over in his hand before bringing it to his lips and sucking in a mouthful of smoke and blowing it out again into Race’s face. His eyes twitched from the burn of it as he tried to pull away but Oscar had his arms held behind him, lazily tightening his grip on and off, just enough to hurt. “Got nothing to say Racer?”

Race grits his teeth and tries once more to break out of Oscar’s grip but his fingers are digging into his upper arm so hard he knows he’ll have bruises in the next few hours.

Instead he met Morris’s gaze head on, knowing that saying anything will be a bad idea but if they were going to beat the shit out of him he should at least make it worth it.

“Nah. Nothing you or your brother would understand anyway.”

Something in Morris’s eyes darkens but his lips pull up a little at the corner as he seems to look through Race, as if he’s not even there, to address Oscar.

“You hear that Oscar?” He takes another drag of Race’s cigar, and taps out the ash. “He thinks we won’t understand.”

Oscar’s grip tightens sending a sharp ache through his shoulders as they’re wretched back.

“I don’t know, Race.” Race can practically feel his breath on his ear as he speaks, low and close and dangerous, almost a whisper he can’t pull away from, one he can barely hear over the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. “See what I’m understandin’ is that Kelly ain’t here to take the fall for you like he always does an’ you talk a lot of shit for someone who ain’t in no position to fight back right now.”

Race swallows hard and tries once more to dislodge Oscar’s grip but Morris just laughs, something cruel and mocking, and steps closer, shaking out his hand before he lodges his fist in Race’s stomach.

It lands just below his ribs, hard enough knock the air out of him and have him taste bile in his throat and he would’ve doubled over if Oscar weren’t still holding him upright. Instead he sputters and watches as Morris takes another drag of his cigar, blowing the smoke back at him and through the breathless haze he can’t help but choke on it, shoulder sockets aching as every cough shifts his body roughly against Oscar’s hold.

“No fuckin’ wonder your da didn’t take care a’ you.” He spits and he knows he’s being stupid as he says it but he forces the words out between wheezing breaths anyway. Enjoys the way Morris’s jaw tenses and his face darkens as he keeps going, knowing he’s hitting a nerve. Knowing he’s going to regret saying anything at all. “Surprised he didn’t drown you like fuckin’ kittens when you were kids. You lived on a farm right?”

He can’t quite remember where he picked up the information but he knows he’s right. He’s always listening in, ever the eavesdropper, and Oscar’s accent holds a little something out that way, something slightly southern when he says certain words.

Morris moves slow and casual in a way that has Race’s skin prickling, has his heart beat a mile a minute in his chest, and Oscar’s grip has shifted to something tighter, arms almost pulled out of their sockets. He doesn’t think something’s dislocated, not yet. But it’s coming close.

Morris runs his tongue over the top of his teeth and nods slowly, as if he’s processing Race’s words, but Race is more aware of the way his free hand clenches and unclenches into a fist at his side.

“Christ Race.” He says, and his voice is dangerous in a way Race hasn’t heard before. “I didn’t think you were so fuckin’ dumb but you’re always lookin’ a fight ain’t you?”

Race inhales deep as Morris takes another drag of the cigar and holds it between his teeth for a second before holding it up to his face and studying the paper label. Every movement slow and deliberate

“You think it would scar like Snyder’s cigarettes Os?”

And Race’s stomach drops.

He can feel Oscar shrug behind him. “You should find out.”

Morris meets eyes with him again, face hard and unreadable and Race is all too aware of the cigar held between his fingers. He struggles harder but knows it’s pointless. Oscar is better at this, stronger than him too.

“What do you think?” Morris says, and his voice sounds no different than it does every morning at the distribution gate. “You can go home and compare em’ with Kelly’s.”

He tries to pull away again, harsh and rough and he can hear the thump of blood in his ears- a sound that becomes muffled as he feels his left shoulder yanked out of placed and his eyes darkening at the edges at the pain that ricochets through his body. He grits out a groan between a tensed jaw which only turns into a yell and heaved breaths when Morris hits him again, sending him slumping forward.

Oscar’s hold let’s up, only for second, only so he can grab the collar of Race’s shirt from behind and pull it away from his neck, opening up the empty skin of his collarbone and shoulder.

He doesn’t know if he screams when Morris presses his cigar to his skin, holding it there. If he does it’s distant and out of body and not something he can claim as his own as his vision becomes blurred and spotted, and heat spreads from the circle of bubbling red just above his collarbone.

He can’t pull in a full breath, from the hit or from pain or from panic he’s not sure, and he’s not sure when Oscar lets him go either but he’s on the ground now trying to fill his lungs, arm at an awkward angle at his side and both Delancey’s stood above him-

Through blurred eyes he sees Morris pass the cigar to Oscar who tosses it on the ground in front of Race.

“What?” He says, and his voice is cold. “You don’t want it no more?”

Race doesn’t even have the chance to answer before someone’s foot- he doesn’t know whose anymore embeds itself in his gut.

This time he coughs up bile, sputteres it onto the cobble stones. The next kick catches his jaw and then there’s a hand in hair pulling his head up, sharp and sore, and the hit lands and he can taste blood on his teeth and in the back of his throat and he needs to throw up but he can’t, has to catch himself to breathe as another blow hits chest-

once and he’s choking-

twice and he’s on the ground and everything’s spinning and he can’t fuckin’ move or inhale and his whole body is hot radiating from the burn on his collar that feels like a gunshot and he’s burnt himself before but nothing like this, not embedded with ash or paired with the different burn of a dislocated shoulder-

and the third hit has him vomiting foam, the kind that comes up when someone has nothing thing else to be sick with.

His vision is black at the edges and his hearing is high pitched and muffled but just as he thinks another hit’s about to land, he makes out Oscar’s voice, he thinks it’s Oscar’s, he doesn’t know, the only reason he knows a lot of the hits weren’t his is because they were bare fisted and not brass knuckled.

“Alright, Morris. Back off ‘fore you kill ‘im.”

He hears the scoff, something that sounds like Morris shoving Oscar away, something that sounds like him kicking the pile of newspapers Race had got knocked out of his hands when he was stood outside the mouth of the alley.

Eventually, both footsteps fade.

The cigar is still smouldering somehow, just a little, a foot or so away from Race’s face.

The smell makes him feel sick.

[abyss-presence]

Note: headcanoned to hell; Yellow cat is called Nael and uses he/they; 3rd person pov; swears included; I forget the previous paragraphs mid writing so maybe inconsistent story

@aniflowers

Gracious Fall

Nael has not left Leshy alone even for a second after their little fight. Of course, after the Leader returned from their crusade, the spider disciple that intervened the last time told on them almost right away. Fucking snitch.

Surprisingly enough, Lamb somehow figured out that it was Leshy who started the fight, so he was the one who had to go through the horrifically embarrassing process of getting intimidated by the Leader. Not only was it embarrassing, it also genuinely scared Leshy. Not because Lamb was scary to them, hell no, but because...

Because they wore the red crown. And the crown belonged to...

...

Nevermind, let's not uncover this can of worms. For now.

Anyway, today was one of the days when Leader just came back home from a three day long crusade, with precious resources and a new addition to the cult.

It was a peaceful day, and nothing could ruin the comfortable silence with the occasional buzz around the flock, be it the distant chatter of the other cultists, or the sounds of them working–

Oh, huh? Leshy could pick up a subtle sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. Sounds like someone was running in the direction of the cult grounds.

"Leader, Leader! Glorious Leader, please help!" Nael's voice rang through the air, a clear tone of worry and concern in it. People immediately gathered around the entrance, looking at Nael with a mix of emotions: confusion, curiosity, worry, or maybe all at once.

The Lamb quickly approached the group that formed around the yellow cat, Leshy following suit to find out what the ruckus was about.

Nael had just returned from his mission, looking exhausted and panicked. He reached out towards the Leader, placing his paws on their shoulders.

"Glorious Leader! I found a follower awaiting for indoctrination like you requested, but they're sick! They will die soon if we don't help them!" The Lamb only nodded in response, immediately rushing over to the indoctrination stone to aid those in need. As the soon-to-be follower appeared in front of them, they realized why Nael was especially worried about this one: it's a tiny kitten who looks badly injured and on the brink of death.

Leshy could sense a new distinct scent of this orange kitten. How? That is a mystery that will remain uncovered for a while longer.

He could hear all the chaos ensuing around this sick baby, and for the first time in, what felt like, forever he felt like he missed being able to see. He felt the same a couple of times before, especially strongly when he just lost... no, when his eyes were just taken away from him. But to have that feeling reappear again now of all times was... strange. Strange and unpleasant.

The orange kitten was laid to bed, and the Lamb then asked both Leshy and Nael to pick the Camellia flowers they've been growing for the sick. Normally Leshy would feel apprehensive about anything the Lamb asks of him and would complain all the time, but now he felt compelled to follow through with the Leader's orders and do as he's told.

He and Nael both went ahead to pick up the needed flowers, with Nael directing Leshy throughout the process. After the entire farm was cleared out, Leader left them both to take care of the kitten, and their disciples to look after the cult while they went to gather more flowers and seeds from Darkwood. That will probably take another two to three days... and now Leshy's left alone with this stupid cat again. Great.

They sit together in the medical bay, Nael's paw firmly yet gently placed on the other cat's side as he sleeps. Leshy is sitting at the edge of the bed, messing with his hands to drown out his thoughts. That's when in their silence he catches a faint smell of blood.

"You're injured..." he comments, turning his head in the general direction of the yellow cat.

"Yeah, I am. But taking care of him was more important,'' Nael felt no shame in admitting that he didn't come home from his mission unscathed, since, in his mind, that just further proved his loyalty to the Glorious Lamb.

Leshy hesitated for a moment, deciding on his next action very carefully.

When he was still a God, he had his own followers, his own cult. But experiencing this type of devotion first hand, or rather, witnessing such devotion with your own very eyes was... somewhat disturbing. But also very moving.

With a frustrated sigh, Leshy gets up and pushes Nael down.

"Hey, what are you–?!" Leshy hissed at Nael, using this gesture to keep him silent in order to not disrupt the child recovering from his sickness. He picked up whatever medical supplies were left, including a bandage or two, and sat back down onto the bed, disinfecting and patching up Nael's wound in silence. "Oh... thanks... I guess." Nael chuckled awkwardly, watching Leshy's every movement out of caution. Leshy has been around the cult for some time, yet Nael still knew so little about him. He tried asking other cultists, asking Leshy's siblings and asking the Leader themselves, but none could give him a cohesive answer. So he was determined to find out more. Nael relaxed his tense muscles, letting Leshy do his thing and heal him, before he gathered the courage to ask: "Hey, Leshy? Why did you attack me back then? I'm not looking for confrontation, I just want to know the reason."

For some reason, when Nael was using this diplomatic tone, his brows furrowed subconsciously, Leshy had to pause for a good minute to collect himself again. He didn't really understand what was that about, but...

"It's... it wasn't your fault, you know? I just... I get irritated when people stare at me this much," he sighed and put back all the supplies after he was done with Nael's wound. "I thought it wouldn't affect me, I was a God for fuck's sake! People used to admire me, pray to me, sacrifice lives for me, but now... now that I'm a mortal it just– it feels so fucking disgusting when they stare at me. And I can't even see it, but I can feel it, which is even worse." Leshy turned to face Nael after his little rant was over, awaiting his reaction.

The only sounds that filled the air at that moment was the orange kitten's soft but shallow breaths, the buzz of the cultists outside the medical bay, and the ruffling of various fabric inside of it, before Nael finally spoke:

"You were a what–?!"

[leoandraphssoulmate]

Weary Traveler A TMNT/Transformers Crossover Short

Part 5

Bee’s electric blue eyes flared, studying the magnificent specimen before him. Yes, this form would suit him rather nicely. Bee scanned the Camaro, blue lasers covering every square inch, and almost instantly, a tickle rose within him, pulsing outward toward his strong limbs. His body began the transformation process, whirring, clanking. His limbs shifted, taking on a newer, more bulky appearance. In the blink of an eye, the rest of Bee’s naked gunmetal gray form followed suit, folding, clamping down, taking on the form of the Yellow 2010 Camaro next to him. For a second or two he sat there in his new, sleek form, smiling inwardly like a little kid on Christmas morning. It had been quite a while since he had taken on a form other than the one he was born with. 

“Dude! That’s FUCKING AWESOME!” Mikey shouted. “He’s an exact copy of that Camaro!”

 Leo smirked, his blue eyes drifting over Bee before landing on Janis. “I don’t think it’ll be a problem hiding him now.”

“Yeah.” Janis nodded, her light brown eyes appraising Bee’s form, walking up to him slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she pressed her hand to his yellow hood. “Would you look at you!” She breathed. Bee honked in response and Janis quickly brought her hand to her chest, her cheeks flushing. “You’re beautiful.” She bit her bottom lip. 

Bee quickly tapped into his new set of pipes, finding what he wanted to say through his radio console, searching the airwaves for the perfect response. “You’re beautiful too!” The words came out in different voices, but it certainly got the point across. Janis blushed even more. A young man’s laughter came through the radio as Bee revved his engine, then opened his passenger door. “Want a ride, pretty lady?”

Janis looked back at Leo, her curly brown hair blowing over her shoulder. “Are you guys going to be able to follow us?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah! Our van is just around the corner.” He jerked his thumb over his right shoulder.

“Ok. Great!” Janis gave Leo a quick smile, then nodded in Raph and Mikey’s direction. “My uncle’s farm isn’t too far. And since we don’t have to worry about anyone seeing him now, I want to stop by my place and pick up some supplies.”

“Sounds like a plan. Do you need us to get anything?” Leo asked, his gaze drifting over to Bee. 

“Yeah, dude! We need to go get some Orange Crush and-” 

“Mikey! We don’t need soda!” Raph shouted, glaring at him as he gripped the handles of his sais. 

Janis chuckled. These three were a riot. She could only imagine what the fourth one was like. “It’s fine! Really! I actually have some back at my apartment.”

(Janis)

Mikey’s eyes widened. “You’re one cool chick!” He turned to Raph, sticking his tongue out. “See! Even she agrees!” Raph raised his fist and Mikey took a few steps back. 

Leo rolled his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips. “Alright, we’ll follow you and park a few blocks away while you get what you need.” Raph and Mikey continued to taunt one another and Leo spun to face them. “Will you two knock it off!” He shouted. Mikey shrugged and Raph threw his hands up. Satisfied that they were done for the moment, Leo turned back to Janis. 

 “If something seems off when we get there, I’ll just have him keep going.” She turned to walk to Bee, but quickly turned back. “And thank you! Thank you for helping us.” 

“It’s what we do.” Leo nodded sharply. “We’ll be keeping a sharp eye out for anything strange as well.”

A cold wind whipped up from the harbor and Janis shivered. She rubbed her forearms briskly as she approached the awaiting comfort of Bee’s interior. As she slid into the leather passenger seat, a warm blast of air enveloped her. Bee’s motor purred like a kitten as he cranked up the heat and turned on the heated seat. Then, a flash of light appeared next to her in the driver's seat. “Don’t be afraid.” The sudden hologram of a man said. “I found this image while I was surfing the internet. Gotta keep up appearances. Besides, I think it suits me.” He smirked. “I couldn’t decide on what clothes to wear.” He looked down at himself. “What do you think of the suit?”

Janis stared in awe. He was so life-like. He was about her height. Short black hair and blue eyes, a light tan. “I think it suits you too.” She grinned. “I mean all of it.” 

He smiled, his eyes brightening. “By the way, my name is Bumblebee, but you, my dear lady, can call me Bee.” He smiled as he gently slid the seat belt around her, clicking it into the latch by her hip. 

“Do you have control over everything? I mean,” she blushed again, “in here.” She motioned around the interior. 

Bee chuckled. “Yes. Every part. The car is me. I am the car. It’s my body now. I can even transform back into something similar to what you saw me as before too.” He explained, slowly heading away from the other Camaro. “Janis,” his tone suddenly turned serious, “when we get to your uncle’s cabin, I need to find the highest point in the area and send a signal out into space. I need to tell Optimus Prime where I am.”

Janis blinked a few times. “Optimus Prime? Who’s that?” Her fingers absentmindedly stroked the edge of the seatbelt. 

“He’s like a father to me.” He tried to ignore the sensation her fingertips were causing. “But he’s also the leader of the Autobots.”

Janis’s mind whirled and her fingers stilled. “How many more of you are there?”

Bee laughed, his scanner picking up on her accelerated heart rate. “Many more. But don’t worry! We’re the good guys.”

Janis nodded slightly. “I know you are.”

@thelaundrybitch @scholastic-dragon @leosgirl82

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Don’t bother if you don’t want a rambling minor bit of venting or are prone to telling people off. It will save us both being annoyed.

(This is about a cat. Don’t try to lecture me about what I should do. I will just make me angry. I do not live in the idealized world most of you live in. I can agree that you should keep cats indoors, if you have that option. BUT I can also tell you that after a stable cat population has lived here for centuries I am not going to freak out because I and they are the current generation of out families stuck living here.

I am not a crazy cat lady adopting cats. I have never bought, adopted, or asked for a cat. Or really any pet, TBH.

They live here. I live here. And we struggle to survive together.

There is very little choice for any of us. I expect even they strays, dog, cat, or pig, ended up here out of desperation. And knowing a sucker when they see her. I’m just the broke idiot that will skip a meal for some beastie. I suppose I could chose to stop feeding them or something, but I am NOT a monster. It would be like refusing to feed a member of my family, and as for getting rid of them, well it’s as much their home as mine. I’m sure as hell not evicting them or breaking up the family!

Look, I’m exhausted and hurting. I had a long day of hard work, and discovered new problems to deal with. My mood is pretty rotten, partly because for all my efforts I made so little progress. Mostly I think I’m just grouchy because I didn’t get to enjoy a nice rainy, foggy day and instead just worked non stop.

If folks wanna give me a hard time for not keeping all the animals (20 cats, 5 dogs, and a hog!) inside they might as well unfollow me now, ‘cause bully me and I’ll just block you. I’m not in the mood!)

Nony, the 1/4 grown orange kitten, has discovered how to get into the house.

When he got in the first time I assumed he had slipped by me as I came in. I was exhausted, so might have missed him. I cuddled him a minute and put him back on the porch. A couple minutes later I heard a noise from the planks over the chasm to my bedroom, and there he was again!

Turns out the floor collapsing more has created gaps the canvas I put over it no longer quite reaches. He was running out through the cat flap on the porch, round to the other side of the house, and going through some gap on one of the vents (which I have had to keep shut to keep the critters out), then leaping up to grab the canvas and climbing through the gap.

I’m impressed. And frustrated.

The house is already a disaster, with the collapsing floor leaving very few places to walk, the rotten walls with occasional mushrooms growing out of it, the fact that the door to my bedroom literally fell off… The idea of having an indoor pet is insane. Hell, I am almost living outside with them. I keep threatening to move into the dog house since it’s warmer on cold days!

These are farm cats, a population that has stayed stable at about 20 all my life and whose ancestors have been here for probably centuries. Some are full on feral, and a pain in the ass to take care of (and one is a monster that claws everyone, feline or human, that gets within two feet!) Even the very cuddly ones (Like Nony, Daniel, Saw, Waddles, YowYow, Bobbi, Ash….ok, that’s a lot of them LOL) I only let indoor supervised. They are no more domesticated and well behaved than I am. My house may be a total wreck but I’m not having someone piss behind the stove or use my bed as a scratching post.

Anyway, I can’t afford a new canvas, and when I do finally it is going to have to be for Ryoga’s (pig) roof. (I BADLY need a new one for him.) So I took a trash bag and duct tape to the worst gaps.

Nony is yelling now. He wants in, though I suspect he is hoping to get some of the canned food I have been using with Daniel (for his meds, so I feed it to him in the house). Much as he purrs when I pick him up, I doubt love would have him so desperate to get in!

[fernforest16]

(Very long work story ft. the corgi police) So I started working in a pet store this week and I know all retail jobs get you to meet interesting people but few can reach the heights of Dedicated Animal People. But my manager is the most batshit of any of them and i love her for it. She once handed her now-fiancé a pair of bull testicles that she cut off HERSELF to prove that she won against him in a cattle-raising competition. She’s a farm girl and she’s metal. And importantly for this story, she breeds corgis. And not as a hobby, as a way of life. She can pick out bad breeding just from the angle of a corgi’s hips. She makes people who buy her puppies ho through 40 PAGES of paperwork so she can sue them if they do Anything Wrong To Her Dog.

Now this guy came in today looking for a tag for “his dog.” Normal. But then he started talking about how he just kind of Found a corgi running around, the ASPCA couldn’t find a chip, no collar, the dog had been out for about 3 days, he had posted a picture on a few lost pet sites and no responses. He showed us a picture of the dog and my manager went “oh my gosh I breed corgis and that looks EXACTLY like my friend’s dog Tater. I better go call her.” So she went out and called and said her friend was actually out of town and needed to call her husband, so could she have Corgi Finder’s number just in case, and the picture of him with the dog? And meanwhile the guy started talking about how if he kept the dog and didn’t neuter it, he could stud it out once or twice. After a while of chatting he left.

Then my manager turns to me and my coworker and Seethes about the nerve of this guy bc there is No Way he just Found such a perfectly bred corgi, people steal them all the time, something was wrong. She checked where he said he’d uploaded a lost pet ask, and found nothing. So when she said the dog looked just like one she knew, that was a barefaced lie. And her friend was not missing a dog. She didn’t even call her friend. But she got a picture of this guy with the dog, his number, and also at some point a picture of his work keys so she knows where to find him. And she’s going to contact every corgi breeder within 50 miles (and oh boy she knows all of them) to see if they’re missing a prize dog.

This man is going to rot in hell. Forget bull testicles, he’s going to get his own balls placed in his hands. She is going to rip him apart with her teeth. She will drag him to court. She will help sue him onto the streets. And she will look adorable the whole time because that is how she is. This guy fucking stepped into the station of the Appalachian Corgi Police and I would almost feel bad for him if he wasn’t fucking stealing people’s dogs to misuse and mistreat.

Anyway as you can probably tell I’m enjoying my job. The kittens and ferrets are also nice.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Kitten Update!!

We weren't able to get the kitties to the vet today (unfortunately) but we have a vet appointment scheduled for tomorrow early afternoon!!

We thought that Ollie might be less weaned than his brother, Spud (it's been made official that Spud is the runt's name.) so we brought him to Petsmart and picked up some kitten milk formula as well as a nursing kit. He loves the milk, but then he almost bit the nipple off so we tried some dried food instead of wet since that might have been what he was eating on my uncle's farm.

He's an avid eater. And he figured out that he has a water bowl. So that's good. He seems to be mostly litterbox trained already (which amazed me since this is the first time he's ever had a litterbox, but he knows to go and do his business in it.) so now I also have a fecal sample I can give the vet tomorrow so they can check for worms.

He's a mischievous little thing, loving to explore and try to play with the dogs. He also has discovered the wonders of shoelaces and hoodie strings. All things considered, he's doing pretty good. He still needs warm compresses for his eyes until we get him eye drops but that will probably happen tomorrow.

However... Spud.

Spud I'm not so sure about his litterbox training. It's hard to say. He doesn't drink from the water bowl, and rarely eats the dry food. (He likes licking the flavoring off wet food* but he's also used to dry food as well.) so I'm syringe feeding him the kitten milk to help him put on some weight. He's so much lighter than his brother (which I weighed Ollie earlier today. He's 18-21 fl oz. I used the kitchen scale but whatever.) so we're concerned about him. I also syringe fed him water as well.

He's far more vocal than Ollie, constantly meowing. He's tried to play with Percy (the corgi) but Percy is unsure about this whole cat business.

(We got them wet food in case they weren't used to cat food, but we also bought dry food as well. Covering all our bases.)

As for the dogs?

Well Percy likes playing with Ollie somewhat. Ollie bops him on the nose and he pokes Ollie with said nose. He needs reminders to be gentle, but neither I or my roommates think that he sees the kittens as prey. It helps that his prey drive is basically non-existent. We're still heavily supervising anytime they share the same space and are always holding the kittens or have our hands nearby in case we need to scoop them up.

And for the blue heeler, Roo?

Her prey drive is VERY existent so we were extremely hesitant to let the kittens be around her, especially since they're so small and vulnerable. But she sniffs them and lets Ollie and Spud bop her. In fact, she's guarding Percy from going near them. At first we thought this was resource guarding, but she also guards the scent of the kittens, even if they're chilling in the bathroom (we set them up in there.)

So now we're pretty sure she thinks that they are her puppies. Which is good. But we're worried if they run in front of her or anything it might activate that prey drive so we're still being hesitant. But Ollie spent most of the day in the same room as the puppies without any kind of incident.

So all in all, it's been a pretty good day and we're keeping an eye on Spud!

Edit: I am more than willing to take advice. This is my first time raising kittens, so anything is helpful. I've scoured the internet and also talked to several people (including my mother since she was raised on a farm and has been taming kittens since she was little.)

[agentfascinateur]

22 years an eternity ago, I heard a kitten roar as I exited the car. I stayed behind to follow the fierce cries, hoping to meet this wildebeest. He was not easy to find. He could only be heard, as he seemed to warn anyone daring to approach. I was smitten sight unseen. I remembered an early Christmas present in my pocket, all wrapped up in shininess. I held it out and made scrunchy noises with the wrapping. It drew out this moving lump of wood chip dust. The farmer said if I caught it, it was mine. I scooped him up and tucked him in my down coat. We passed the farmer's German Shepard and the kitten's feistiness returned. I remembered the frozen kittens I saw once in a barn on my grandmother's farm. I was happy it was warm, not resisting. We made the trek to see my parents. On the way, he cleaned himself and was blue through and through. My dad put together a makeshift litter of planting soil in an aluminum baking dish, and was proud how he immediately got it. They treated him after that like a grandchild. He got to stay with them on my ski holidays and I was lucky they gave him back. I named him Noël. It was truly Christmas every day with him for almost 20 years. I was never alone, through the highs and lows. He was there. Then when I picked up a young cat in the rain, crying under a bush and brought her home with me and my big Husky, he thought it was the best day of his life. He let her eat his food, use his litter and turf him off the bed momentarily. Until one day we came home and Noël and Pippa were sitting side by side on the armchair looking up at us. Noël had a wifey. Then came Pacha and our family was complete. (Before the troubles of 2015). Noël was never the same after Pippa then Pacha were taken from us. Then Patrick and my mom too. He developed thyroid issues that often come after trauma, and would cry out until I found him the right med. His hearing went, so I got a cat backpack to go along with him when he wanted to be let out, not trusting he would be able to hear any danger. Then one April day, like my dad then my mom before, he gave signs of distress just as I had to write a law exam. I asked for good vibes and prayers, as he continued to be restless and jump on surfaces while chasing his breath. Then it came. As brutally fast and innocuous as a few coughs. We were huddled in the corner where he hid behind the sofa. I howled. Literally. Everything we had had to endure that was so unfair and that deprived us of our little family, our home, everything - it came out in a howl. But as if it weren't enough or finished with, I had until midnight to write my stupid exam. 20 years together and even the moment was robbed of its dignity. I sat holding his lifeless body, tears streaming down my face, at the computer. School had given my mind a purpose through the insanity thrown at me, and the pet funeral people said he'd be okay overnight. Still. The next day we drove him to be cremated. I couldn't put his crate on the ground. He wasn't just a thing. Bruce Springsteen sang "There goes my miracle" on the drive home. I dreamed he hit the ground running to rejoin Pacha who had disappeared from the boarder's a kilometer away. I knew he'd have wanted to be reunited with his baby. Noël was loved and lives on in loving memory. 💙

Happy homecoming anniversary. Love, mom.

[familyvideostevie]

Hi i just wanted to say thank you for writing 'no good at waiting. It was amazing and i loved every second i spend reading it! You are an incredible writer!! For the no good at waiting requests, can I request some established relationship fluff? I'd love to see it!

thank YOU for reading it and being so kind!! here's just like, a really small snippet of a sweet moment between steve and bee girl! i hope you like <3

bee girl and steve go out for breakfast | [0.6k] a no good at waiting one-shot, au masterlist ___

The sun has barely crested the treeline when the waitress tells you to pick any table. Sizzling and the smell of bacon float through the window to the kitchen as Steve pulls you by the hand to a corner booth. You slide in on one side and he sits across from you, fingers interlaced the whole time.

"I'm tired," you say with a yawn. He smiles at you, glasses askew and hair messy. You've been up almost all night at Sara's helping Steve with the barn cat's new litter. El and Mike took over and you suggested breakfast. So here you are, almost 6am, smiling at each other like idiots.

"Not cut out for farm life, huh?" he jokes. You roll your eyes and gently kick his foot under the table. He hooks his ankle with yours.

"Says you. Who was falling asleep on my shoulder just when it was getting good." He opens his mouth to argue with you but the waitress approaches your table.

"What can I get you?" she asks. She looks tired, too.

"Coffee, please," Steve says. His thumb runs over your knuckles. You haven't even looked at a menu but you both know better than to pretend that you won't be getting what you always get when you go out. "And scrambled eggs with bacon and potatoes, please."

"And we'll also share a stack of pancakes," you add.

"Be right up," she says, shoes clacking as she returns to the kitchen. You're not the only people in the diner at this hour. A few truckers, a stern-looking woman. But otherwise, it's quiet, peaceful.

Steve pulls his hand from yours to take off his glasses and rub his face. "Do you think Hop is gonna give 'em away?" he asks. The barn cat had birthed six kittens. You hum, mulling it over. He runs a hand through his hair and it sticks up in even more directions than before.

"Well, El's gonna demand one, he's gotta know that." The waitress drops off two hot mugs of coffee. Steve pours sugar into them both, adding milk to yours before he slides it over. You clutch it gratefully with both hands.

"At least one," Steve replies. "Bet Dustin will want one too. He always tells me how Mrs. Henderson really misses their old cat."

"What about you?" you ask him. He raises his eyebrows over the rim of his mug. He looks so pretty you have to touch him. So you do -- just a reach across the table to trace his hairline with your thumb.

"What about me?" His cheeks color at your touch, his mouth quirking up at one end.

"Do you want one?" Your breakfast comes at that moment, so you repeat the question as Steve rearranges the plates so they're between both of you, pours syrup over only half of the stack of pancakes and you put ketchup on half of the eggs.

"I don't know," he says. "I never thought about it." You clink forks before diving in. You go for the potatoes first and Steve tries the pancakes. "I never had a pet as a kid. Plus, I already have one girl hogging all the covers."

You kick him again. "Well, maybe we can get one someday. Or a dog, if you want." It comes out casually, though you know what you're implying.

"Okay," Steve says. "Someday." He looks so soft you think about leaning over the table to kiss him square on the mouth. But...you are really hungry. "Oh, hold on," Steve says. He reaches out and brushes his thumb along your lower lip. "Syrup."

"Thanks," you say softly. You want to take this moment and bottle it up, put a stopper in it and carry it around for the rest of your life. But at the same time you know that this is just one morning of hundreds, thousands, that you're going to have with Steve. That you've had with him already.

Love, for the rest of your life. Here, at the table, on an early morning. It's delicious.

[bubbledumbbinch]

Some oral headcanons for Riddle, Idia and Epel (if you write smut for him). Both giving and receiving please 🔥🔥

Woohoo!!!! First ask EVER!!!! I hope u enjoy it aaaah, the reader in this scenario has no specific pronouns but fem body parts, since that’s what I’m most comfy writing with rn ;v; i will try to keep getting better the more i write!

A/N: This piece of writing is purely 18+ only. Minors do not interact.

Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

Giving

Riddle has never given oral, but he is fueled by his desire to please you!!

He offers it as some kind of reward for doing so well on an exam he helped you study for

Now, Riddle has certainly passed by the human anatomy images in textbooks and read about each person’s sexual body parts, learning about it in a very educational way. He usually blushed when he looked at the detailed images and quickly turns the pages.

Riddle would have researched different ways on how to please you before actually initiating anything; he wouldn’t want to completely blow it (pun intended) with you.

But learning about things in a book and actually practicing it would be completely different, he’ll come to find out!

He lets you sit on the edge of his bed while he kneels down in front of you, looking up at your face as he pulls your pants and underwear off

Riddle turns almost as red as his hair when he finally sees your leaking cunt, excited that he made you feel this way!

He watches your face intently as he listens to the noises you make, taking your body language into great consideration.

He focuses his energy on your clit and spends time building you up to your release

Riddle moans lightly as you cum, still licking you as you ride out your high

He wipes his mouth as he comes up to kiss you sweetly, teasingly asking you how it was, the smug bastard KNOWS he made you feel so good

Secretly plans on doing it more often because he wants to watch your face twist in pleasure because of him.

“Ah, my rose... did you enjoy that?” The redhead asked smugly, smirking at your form as he raises his head up. “I believe you really did, by the way you made such a mess on me...”

Receiving

Surprise surprise, Riddle ALSO has never received head!

Is a blushing mess when you offer it so casually during a heated makeout session!! But he can’t deny his beautiful rose, can he?

He remains seated on his chair as you knelt down on the floor, undoing his belt and pulling his bottoms down.

He’s extremely embarrassed because, he’s a bit average if not less than the average. Riddle’s worried you would judge him in that department, but when you stroke the precum leaking out of him with your finger he lets go of all of those doubts!

He can’t help but let out a groan and throw his head back when you give his cock a kitten lick from the base to the tip and then engulf him in your mouth.

Riddle tries to be quiet but you can hear his little gasps and you look up to see his eyes glazed in pleasure.

You also can’t help but let your hands explore his body,

He feels like he can’t control himself and grips your hair in his fingers, releasing in your mouth

If you swallow his cum, expect Riddle to freak out the first time, him completely flustered !! But also secretly turned on 😏

“Mmh,! S-so good...” Riddle’s panting as he finished. “E-eh?! You swallowed?! Why?!!” His face is burning by now. “My rose, let’s wash down that flavor with a sweet tart now, hm?”

Idia Shroud x Reader

Giving

It starts out with the two of you by yourselves in his room, sitting on the floor and playing games

Idia notices the way your thighs look thicker when you are sitting in a certain position, reminding him of a certain set of lewd doujinshi images he has masturbated to a few times

You catch Idia staring, fixated at your thighs and quickly catch on

You have to be the one to initiate anything since you know Idia is not the type to!

When you get up to lay down on his bed, Idia actually manages, somehow, to ask you to sit on his face! You’re surprised he would even initiate anything at all!

You’re embarrassed but seeing the way his eyes look so lustful when you lower your hips to meet his mouth, it spurs you on and gives you some confidence!

He lowkey wants you to suffocate him with your thighs..... he won’t tell you that in person though!

Idia hasn’t done this before, but he has watched a lot of hentai scenes of eating out, so he tries to mimic the same actions and is met with your high pitch moans!

When he feels you squeezing his head when you’re close to cumming he uses his hands to keep you in place, not letting you pull away

When he sees and hears you orgasm he swears he could just die a happy man right then and there!!

“A-ah.. this was so much better than my fantasies.... Y/N, you truly are my SSR character...” you heard Idia muttering into your thighs as he lays there, looking even more happy than you were at the moment! You had to wonder, “was this for my enjoyment or his?”

Receiving

Idia would definitely want you to give him head while he is gaming or coding 👀

Personally I see him as really horny but never brave enough to really initiate things verbally

Idia would have a pink flush on his face as he asks if you could suck him off

He makes sure that he was able to tell Ortho to go out and run some errands for the dorm which he knew would take a little while

He would probably be on his gaming chair, with you on your knees in front of him

Idia would bite his shirt or the sleeve of it while feeling you lick at his cock, sighing heavily once you start to pick up your speed

If he is gaming though, he turns off his mic and releases short gasps and sighs of pleasure, trying to prove he is great at what he’s doing by being distracted but still winning

He would definitely tell you when he was close to cumming, planning to pull out. Depending on if you decide to swallow or have him pull out, either scenario would be a win for him.

The idea of having his seed in your mouth or painting your pretty face only serves to turn him on more :)

By the way DEFINITELY don’t tease him by saying you’ll wear kitten ears the next time you blow him, he will be adding them to his online shopping cart within the next .5 seconds

“Oh- Oh Great Seven- That was close..!” Idia groans, accompanied by the sounds of his rapid movement on his controllers. Once he notices you swallow his cum, he instantly turns pink and you swore his hair flashes red for a moment! “I-..... you didn’t need to... do that..” he turns away from your gaze.

Epel Felmier x Reader

Giving

Epel definitely wants to prove he’s a man who can provide to his partner!!

He would not be forceful, but offer to treat you and take an initiative! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Epel gives you plush pillows to lay down on his bed and makes sure to have his apple scented candles on to set the mood~

He secretly asked Rook for advice but you don’t need to know that LOL

Epel is definitely the type to be shy internally but tries to cover up that fact by trying to be dominant, but not too over the top. He wants to be respectful of your boundaries

Epel will try to use his fingers as well - using them to tease your nipples or play with your dripping hole~

Rook told him to do that LOL

When you look down you’re met with the lavender haired boy looking up into your eyes with a determined yet lustful gaze, cheeks tinged with pink ❤️

When he finally brings you close to your release, he works his pink tongue more aggressively as he watches you come undone~

What a hardworking farm boy! We love :)

“Well, how was that? Wasn’t that something a real man would do for his woman?” He asked you, a big grin on his face when you nod your head and smile at him.

Receiving

You totally catch Epel off guard when you ask to give him a blowjob!!

He became a blushing mess and was shy, at first.

However, you sorta made him a bit mad and told him his dick was cute, no matter how big it was, describing HOW it was cute in great detail!

Epel tried to conceal his feelings but once he felt you wrap your lips around the tip of his dick, he lost himself.

He grabbed your head a bit roughly, “I’ll show you how cute I can be...” as he fucked your face (with your consent!)

Hey, you know the repercussions of calling him cute, and how much he hates it!

If he notices you don’t like how rough he’s being, he will stop being rough once he notices your body language and if there are tears pricking your eyes he gets pretty worried!

However if you DO like it, Epel will definitely keep going at it, and fuck your face faster once he feels his release coming.

You look up at his face while he released inside your mouth and you see his eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Epel’s releasing moans that are throaty and similar to his “real” voice he hides from everyone.

He’s a blushing, panting mess once you’re through with him!

“Sh-shit!!” Epel grips your hair tightly as he shoves his cock to the back of your throat, simultaneously releasing his seed and showing his dominance. “You... were amazing...” he pants, too tired out to even care about how he sounded at the moment.

[bittermarrow]

How about Bubba, Thomas and Jason reacting to an S/O bringing home a kitten?

a/n: sure thing! i ended up leaving out jason since i couldn’t think of anything for him, but i imagine he’d adore having a kitten to care for.

CHARACTERS : BUBBA SAWYER, THOMAS HEWITT.

BUBBA SAWYER

— You found the poor thing in a dumpster while on a drive out of town for supplies, it was too small to crawl out. You gingerly scooped up the kitten, covered in dirt and shaking like a leaf and drove home with it curled up in your lap.

— Bubba’s at the door when you come in as always, squeezing you tightly in a hug. He always missed you, whether you were gone a few hours or 10 minutes. You keep the kitten wrapped up in your jacket, ushering Bubba into his room for privacy before you reveal the kitten.

— His reaction is almost funny as you let it crawl out of your jacket and wobble around on the floor towards him. He looks frozen, unsure of what to do. And then he’s on the floor with it, trying to see if it likes to play.

— When you both gather the guts to reveal your little secret to Drayton and ask if you can keep it the immediate answer is no, followed by him throwing a hissy fit. Finally after some coaxing and a little bullshitting about how the kitten could be a help around the farm, you convince him to let it stay.

— Bubba loves it! and the kitten loves him. Wherever Bubba goes you can expect it to come wobbling along close behind.

— You can always find it perched on Bubba’s shoulder while he works, purring up a storm. It’s helped Bubba’s separation anxiety a lot.

— Bubba has his own name for it, but you usually just call it mushy pet names like baby and kitty cat and baby talk to it. Drayton pretends to throw up everytime he catches you babying it, but you’ve caught him petting and sneaking it human food so you think he’s fallen in love with it too <3

— oh my god please keep nubbins and chop away from it, they play too rough with it. they mean well though.

THOMAS HEWITT

— you found the kitten in the barn one night, all scrawny with an eye clawed out, dripping blood onto the hay. It was skittish, and took half of the night to get it to come to you and let itself be touched without running away. Your conscience just wouldn’t let you leave it out there all alone to be picked apart by another animal.

— So you sneak it inside, tip-toeing past a sleeping Hoyt and rushing down to the basement for your gentle giant.

— You’ve likely brought home strays before, so you’re ankle deep in a swarm of cats the moment your socked foot meets the cold floor. You didn’t mean to find them, they just… kept popping up wherever you went… Nessie, the largest n fattest cat of the bunch, was his baby though as she always stretched out on his lap. She was also the bossiest, swatting at the others when it was her and Tommy time.

— She takes one sniff of the kitten and hisses, catching Thomas’ attention. As he locks eyes with you, and then the kitten, he lets out a long sigh.

— You smile sheepishly, puppy dog eyes in full effect as he considers the small thing. You squeal when he sighs again and reaches out, scampering over to let him hold it. The kitten is tiny, clearly the runt, and Thomas falls in love with him quicker than you expected.

— Tiny (what you’d decided to name him) thinks he’s the new boss, always squaring up with cats three times his size. He’s always getting into trouble. Poor Luda’s had to chase the little bugger out of the kitchen with a broom far too many times.

— You always find Tiny cuddled up with Nessie on Thomas’s lap while he’s working.

[seiyasabi]

A Farmer Boy’s Crush

(This is a Yandere Ushijima x Female Reader story! I’m sorry in advance, because I think this man is scary ;(( Also, there will be no part two of this, and I’m sorry if it sucks lol.

TW: !Noncon!, Stalker Ushi!, Size kink!, Cumflation!, Spanking!, Dacryphilia?, Choking!, Breeding Kink!, Cockwarming, Threatening behaviour!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!)

“I’m sorry, Ushijima-san, but I’m not interested in you. I’m focusing on my career, so I don’t have time for a relationship.”

It started when you were in highschool. 

The volleyball player confessed to you on Valentines Day, equipped with handmade chocolates and roses from his Mother’s garden. At the time, you had no interest in boys. You were way too focused on your future career, viewing a significant other as a distraction. Ushijima, to his credit, didn’t lose his temper when you turned him down. He nodded, silently stalking off to the gym, his posture perfectly straight. 

You’d brushed the entire event off, feeling guilty for turning him down so nonchalantly, but also standing your ground. The large man has a harem of girls, and you were sure he’d find a girlfriend that would treat him right. 

But, what you didn’t know, was that all he wanted was you. He could never go for another girl, because you’re one of a kind. 

He loves how you pick weeds out of the pavement, loves how you help old people bring their groceries to their car, loves how you’re YOU. 

So, in his spare time (aka, when he’s not playing volleyball), he watches you. He’d followed you home one day, and he spotted you through your curtainless window. 

That’s how it started; watching. 

But watching wasn’t enough.

Soon, he’d break into your home, snagging a worn t-shirt or panties, a chapstick on your desk, a polaroid you recently took, etc.. Once in his possession, he’d stalk off home at a leisure pace. Ushijima would then place the item in the shrine in his closet, relishing the new item in his collection. 

This went on for years, up until today. Today, he’d had enough. He’d heard from your friends on campus that you’d scored a date with a boy named ‘Kane,’ causing the large man to drive like a mad man in the direction of your home. 

Seeing you from your room’s curtainless window, his nose flares in anger. You’re in a cute cherry patterned dress, (applying makeup/doing your skincare routine) in your vanity table’s mirror. 

Stomping up your concrete front stairs, he grabs the hidden key in your potted plant outside, and slips inside. Wakatoshi makes his way up your house’s steps, creeping towards your closed door. He can hear music playing, most likely from your phone, and can see your shadow moving from underneath your door. 

Grasping your metal door handle, he steps inside your air freshener infused room. His presence startles you, and he can’t help but feel pleasure at the look of shock on your face. 

“Ushijima-san? What the hell are you doing-?” His large hand grips your throat, dragging you to your lilac coloured sheets. The olive haired man forces you onto your mattress, large body stradling your smaller form. Your weak attempt at freeing yourself is heartwarming, your spluttering and hits seem kitten-like. 

“Why would you go to someone else?” You try to respond, but are unable to, his ministrations not allowing you to breathe. Noticing this, he releases his vice-like grip, merely hovering his calloused hand over your throat. 

“What-” Your voice cracks, causing you to clear your throat, as tears drip down your pretty face, “What are you talking about? Why are you in my house?” 

He ignores your questions, steely gaze glaring down at you, “Kane cannot provide for you. I have a stable income, he does not. I have my own home, he does not. He has no redeemable qualities. I cannot understand why you would wish to date him, when I am already in the picture.”

You start to sob pathetically, not understanding why your scary ex-classmate is assaulting you verbally and physically, “Ushijima, I don’t understand what you’re talking about! I haven’t spoken to you for years-”

His grip around your throat tightens once more, as he speaks through gritted teeth, “We may not have spoken, but I’ve kept a close eye on you. What happened to you ‘focusing on your career?’ You were such a good, hardworking girl until this point, but now you’re suddenly whoring yourself out to an unimpressive boy. Let me show you who you belong to, (Your Name), because it seems that you’ve forgotten.”

 Smacking at his muscular arms, you try to struggle out of his grip. Wakatoshi’s thick fingers tug at the zipper on the side of your dress, slipping it open with ease. He slides the thin straps off of your shoulders, forcing the straps up over your hands, and sliding the entire garment off of you. You’re left in your unmatching strapless bra and panties. He hums in delight at the sight; this must mean that you weren’t going to open your legs for that boy. 

“You look beautiful,” He releases his grip just enough for you to breathe with ease, before ragdolling you over his muscular thigh. Your cute ass is on display to the olive haired man, his warm palm ghosting over the fat, “It’s a shame that I must put you in your place.”

Without warning, he slams his hand down, all whilst his free one covers your mouth. A scream rips from your throat, only to be muffled by your ex-classmate. Raising his previously used hand, he spanks you once more, the skin on your ass feeling like it’s on fire. 

“I’m going to spank you twenty-five times, don’t try to struggle. If you do, I’ll increase it to fifty,” All you can do is sob in response, causing the large man to continue his assault. The ex-volleyball player doesn’t hold back in the slightest, bruising your ass down to the muscle. By the time he’s finished, your entire body is shaking, face slick with snot and tears. Ushijima can’t help but grow hard at your pain fueled expression. You’re just too cute, “Good. Now, let me reward you for your behaviour.”

You shake your head no, muffled pleas of ‘stop’ just barely heard. Your ex-classmate refuses to acknowledge your words, instead pulling your bruising ass against his hard cock. He unbuttons his trousers, pulling out his long, thick cock. It slaps against your bare stomach, as Ushijima shucks your panties and bra off of your body, exposing you fully to him. Removing his hand from your mouth, you’re finally able to speak as he gropes the fat of your tits, “Please stop! Don’t do this! I’m sorry that I refused you in highschool! Why don’t we go on a date right now? I-if we do that, then we can wait-” 

“Shh, there’s no need to panic. We can go to dinner after this; I’ve waited too long for this,” Long fingers reach down to play with your clit, rubbing and squeezing the bundle of nerves with two fingers. His ring finger dips into your opening, forcing your dry walls open. 

“Ushijima, please-”

“Call me Wakatoshi. We’re dating, afterall,” forcing his finger in and out whilst rubbing your clit, making your walls slick without your consent. 

“Wakatoshi-” He removes his finger from inside of you, before quickly replacing it with the tip of his red, precum slicked cock. Without warning, he slips inside, spearing you open painfully. A loud yelp leaves your lips, as more tears drip down your face, “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts so bad!” 

He relishes the way your slightly moistened walls knead him, practically sucking him in. He rubs your clit with quick, small circles, trying to help you accommodate his size. This, in turn, allows his wrist to lay against your tummy, feeling the way your tummy distends with his cock. 

“You’re so tight. I always knew you were perfect for me,” He starts to bounce you on his prick, making it feel like your pussy was being ripped from your body. A small scream leaves your lips at the feeling, only for you to be silenced by a heated kiss. Waka��s body curls into your own, forcing you further onto his cock, and making it even harder for you to get off of him. 

He bucks up into you like a mad man, fucking you on his length at top speed. The pain you previously felt slowly turns into pleasure, as the pressure on your clit increases. A few small moans escape your mouth into his, as he swallows them whole. 

Wakatoshi lightly smacks your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure. He releases you from the kiss, choosing instead to suck hickies onto your lolling neck. He grunts at the feeling of you tightening with an oncoming orgasm, as he rubs your clit as hard and fast as he can. 

“Cum for me, cum right now. Let your womb swallow my seed, (Your Name), it’s clear that you need my baby to set you straight,” More tears drip down your face as you try to stop yourself from cumming. 

“No! I don’t want a baby!” Waka doesn’t respond, only slapping your clit one last time. A strangled scream erupts from your throat, as you squirt all over him and your light coloured sheets. The force almost knocks him out of you, but he presses you down completely on his cock, allowing him to cum directly against your unprotected cervix. 

Your body shakes with your sobs as you wrap yourself with your arms, and you try to get off of him. Wakatoshi wraps you in a constricting hug, keeping you completely enveloped by his large frame. 

“You’re such a good girl for me, (Your Name). Now, let’s get you home, you clearly can’t be independent. Just rely on me, and I’ll keep you well fed and happy.”

You shake your head no, trying to escape his arms, but it’s no use. He’s so much bigger and stronger than you, making it virtually impossible for you to escape. 

Grabbing your blanket, he wraps you with it, before standing to his feet. His cock is still inside of you, as he walks out of your house, and towards his parked Kei truck. He opens the door, and slips inside, you still cockwarming him. He sets a hand on your distended, cumfilled belly, and sighs in content. 

“Everything will be alright. Let’s get back to the farm, and I’ll make you a nutritious meal. After all, you need to be strong for our growing baby.” 

[thatsgay-writes]

Catra x twin!sister reader where reader travels in alot of planets to find her sister and when she landed on etheria she explored the whispering woods and found melog, with their help she found glimmer and she led her to her castle and she finally met her sister. Catra wasn't pleased about it thinking that her family abounded her she just pushes reader away and goes to her room. Reader stays and went to deal with catra. They talked (mostly arguing) and in the end catra and reader hugs and they became very dear friends.

(I'm basically making you a nicer version of Catra with super girl powers (which you don't use in the story) and Lena Luthor as your wife because why not. I am also putting everyone in their early to late 20s... I also forgot to add Melog :( sorry.)

"Space log, day... 2000?" You mumble as you speak into the recorder on your ship. "It's been... 4 years since my son was born. 8 years since my people finally fully integrated with the civilization of our sister planet. 10 years since I renounced my royal title. 12 years since I met the love of my life. 16 years since my home world was destroyed by the Horde and my parents were killed. And... 24 years since I have last seen my baby sister." You breath out, having lost hope after so many years of things going wrong. "Lena and Madden have stayed on the planet Oa while I explore this last planet. It appeared almost 2 years ago and was the last place the Horde had ever been. Who or whatever is on the planet must be powerful." "This... This will be the final planet I explore. I have no hope of seeing my sister again." God you were so tired of the disappointment you felt every time you couldn't find your sister. "Happy 26th birthday." You mumble out as you get closer to the new planet. "End log."

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"This is spaceship Kr 97. Requesting permission to land. I repeat requesting permission to land." You spoke into your radio, hoping to hear anything back. Maybe this planet didn't have the technology yet for radios? "If anyone can hear me. My name is Y/n and I come in peace. I will be landing my ship on your planet and will wait 2 days before exploring on my own." You say into your radio before putting it back where it had been hanging and controlling your ship into the planets atmosphere. It was a little bit of a bumpy landing but you landed your ship just fine on the outskirts of what seemed to be a forest. You set a 48 hour alarm on your phone. You weren't sure how the people or creatures of the planet told time, so you just stuck with what you knew. It had kept you alive so far anyways.

"Alrighty." You say to yourself as you step off of your ship. You take a deep breath as you feel the yellow sun power you up. "48 hours, let's get to work."

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You spent the next two days cleaning up in and around your spaceship, setting up a camp, and watching how the forest worked so you knew what you could eat and what you couldn't. You had been sitting on the ground relaxing when you hear your timer go off. You click the loud noise off and stand up, grabbing the bag you had prepared. While learning the forest, you had seen some villages that seemingly lead towards somewhere and you had decided that the best course of action was to hop from village to village to see if their was a kingdom or something of that nature that you could get into contact with. You just hoped everyone was nice and that this wouldn't be a hard planet to navigate.

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The first town you enter seems to be a farming village. You can tell because you had to walk through fields and saw, what you assume, were the livestock on the planet. You stood behind some trees for a while as you assessed how the villagers acted. You watched as kids ran around playing with their friends, shopkeepers and homeowners leaving their windows open in the nice weather, clearly not scared of being robbed. You decide that it's safe enough to enter and you have your powers to back you up incase things go wrong. It was weird because the planet had 3 moons and only 1 sun, usually planets had the suns out number moons but it was enough. You fix your cloak over your ears and tuck them back so they wouldn't be noticeable or a defining characteristic if things went sideways.

You walk slowly through the village, having expected to get some attention from your large black robe. And you do get some curious looks but it's mainly all friendly smiles. You are almost halfway through the village, aiming to enter one of the shops and ask around, when a something hits your leg. You look down and see a ball a few inches in front of your foot. You pick it up, making sure to retract your claws, and hold it out to the toddler who was staring at you and his ball. "Here you go." You say to him as you hold the ball out and shake it a little so his attention goes to it. He waddles up to you and takes the ball from you. He stares at it for a few seconds before making motions with his hands, wanting you to hold him.

Without hesitating, you pick him up and hold him close to your chest. "Where is your mother, kitten?" You ask him as he reaches up to play with your ear that were still under your hood. "Kitty!" He squeals as he knocks the hood off your head and you hear an audible gasp from behind you. "Oh my gosh, Catra I am so sorry! We didn't think you were visiting till next week. We would have prepared a feast for you and the rest of the princesses." You turn around and see an elderly looking man, who's eyes widen at the sight of you. "Have you gotten taller and cut your hair again?" He asks confused. You give him a small smile, "I'm sorry but I'm not this Catra you speak of. Are you saying there is someone similar looking to me on your planet?" You ask and the man gives you a weird look when you call it his planet but slowly nods his head. You feel hope for the first time in years and eagerly ask the man if you could stay near the town till she came next week. He gave you a bit of a weird look, not sure who you were now and unsure of your intentions, even though your reaction was positive. "Sure."

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After returning the toddler to his mother, you basically sprinted back to your ship in excitement. "Lena! Lena!" You shout happily into the radio on your ship. Time is a little different on the planet as the sun was just starting to set but it would already be completely dark on Oa. But by your clock it was only 9, so Lena and Madden should still be awake. "Y/n?" You hear your name crackle through the radio and a smile appears on your face. "Lena you'll never believe it! There is someone on this planet that supposedly looks just like me and vice versa!" You say into the radio, feeling like a kid on Nova day. "I think it's her... I hope its her." You say as you image seeing your sister again for the first time in 24 years. "I'm so happy for you y/n! We will start making preparations to join you soon." You bite your lip in thought. "Maybe you should wait... I just wouldn't want to overwhelm her, you know?" You can almost hear Lena nodding on the other end of the phone. "That makes sense, we'll plan to leave by the end of the week if everything goes well."

"Geez I love you so much." You mumble with a wide grin. "And Madden too. Is he still up?" "No he fell asleep a few minutes before you radioed, he spent all day playing." "Oh well, tell him I love him and I'll radio back in the morning." "Okay, bye." "Bye."

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"We need to be very careful about this." Glimmer says as she and the best friend squad enter the village who sent a letter the day before about someone who looked like Catra in their village. "We already knew that there were other people out there but as we already know not all of them are friendly." Catra walks next to Adora, numbly nodding along. Could this be it? Could she finally learn where she came from? Everyone else in the Horde had been born into it and Adora had come through a portal but no one really knew where Catra was from. "Are you okay?" Adora asked as she squeezed Catra's hand, nervous at how silent her girlfriend was. Catra just mutely nods back.

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"This planet is simply marvelous!" The group hears you laugh out after being greeted by the village leader. "They look almost just like you Catra." Bow comments as they watch your tall figure move around as you play with the kids of the village and let them climb all over you. "Y/n!" You hear someone call your name and turn to see the village leader standing with a group of people and... Catra. They watch as you freeze and let your mouth fall open in shock. You set the kids down and encourage them to go play together. You walk towards the group with a smile. You go down the line of friends shaking their hands and introducing yourself, ignoring their looks of surprise, before finally reaching Catra. "Wow..." You breathe out in absolute awe. You can feel your eyes get misty the longer you stare at her. "You look so much like mom." You say with a watery laugh that completely sets Catra off.

"Who are you?" She asks as she pushes her finger into your chest making you take a step back. "What? Catra, I'm your sibling. I thought the similarities would make that clear." She glares at you and you can feel the whole village watching the interaction. "Just because we look similar doesn't mean anything." You move quickly and grab her right hand and hold it up next to your left one, both birthmarks showing.

You watch as Catra freezes. Her face and body come to a complete stop as her eyes flicker between the identical birthmarks and your face. "I know you must have questions and I do too. But I have spent the last 8 years going all across the galaxy looking for you and right now all I want is a hug... Please?" You get out as you let go of Catra's hand only for her to push you away one last time and storm into a temporary tent that had been set up for the best friend squad.

You take a second to take a breath before following after her. "I wouldn't follow after her, she needs time to cool down." A blonde, Adora, said to you as she placed a hand on your should to stop you. "I've dealt with people with anger issues before." You say as you brush her hand off. "I know how to handle this." You say and walk towards the tent again, not giving anyone a chance to stop you.

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"You can't hide away in here sister." You say as you enter the tent, dodging a pillow that was thrown at your head. "Don't call me that." She mumbled angrily. "And why not, you are my sister are you not? I mean everyone saw the birth mark." Catra stands up angrily. "If you were my sister, you would have spent longer than 8 years looking for me! And how can you even compare me to this "mom" that I know absolutely nothing about!? Where are they anyways, huh? Where's great old mom and dad that I have spent the last 25 years not knowing about!" She unloads onto you and your feel your heartbreak at how disheveled she looked. You shouldn't have assumed everything would be smiles and laughs when the two of you first met.

"26." "Huh?" "You're... We're 26. Our birthday was 2 days ago." "So I don't even know my own birthday!" Catra explodes. "Get out." She says suddenly and quietly. "What?" "I said get out." She repeats and you shake your head at her. "I'm not leaving." You watch as Catra's hair stand up. "I am giving you one last warning, get out now or I will do something I might not regret." You cross your arms and stare her down. "I have spent the last 8 years planet hopping with my family looking for you. I. Am. Not. Leaving."

Catra jumps at you suddenly, attempting to scratch, hit, kick, do anything to make you leave the tent. Instead of doing what she wanted, you just wrapped her in a tight hug and sat on the ground. You stay like that for a while, her trying to hold back sobs and angry tears before finally letting go and you just rubbing circles on her back to try and calm her down. "Why?" Is all she says after almost an hour of being in that position. "Why what?" "Why now?" You let out a sad sigh at her question. "Mom and Dad are dead, killed by the Horde Prime and his followers when I was 10." You can feel Catra flinch at how blunt you were and the fact that she had worked for the Horde only a few years ago. "You had already been missing for 8 years at that point, multiple search teams being sent out but none could find you." You squeeze Catra tighter as you feel yourself relive all the grief that you carried for the past 16 years.

"I managed to get most of our people off the planet and to our sister planet before the Horde completely destroyed everything. Got everyone situated on that planet, met the love of my life, renounced my claim to any throne, and finally I started looking for you." It's silent for a few minutes as Catra absorbed everything you said. "So..." You asked as you wiped your tears off your face. "What about you?"

You and Catra spent the rest of the night and next day sharing stories about your childhood and how differently but similar the two of you had grown up. You even got to tease her about Adora and the fact that you were, technically, her older sister by 2 minutes. You were also very excited when you got to show Catra around the ship you had taken to get to Etheria.

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"So I am guessing everything went well?" Lena asked over the radio after you finally called her about coming to Etheria. "It was a little rocky at the beginning but we smoothed things over... She's great Lena, you guys are gonna love each other." You say with a giant smile on your face as you look at Catra who was relaxing in the copilot seat next to you.

[upthenorthmountain]

Where the World is in the Making - Chapter 13

I wrote this for the Summer 2021 Frozine, huge thank you to @punkpoemprose​ for putting that together! And to @karis-the-fangirl​ as always. Here we go

Previous Chapters

Chapter 13

The Solheims had been good people. Still were, Kristoff was sure. It was Mrs Inga Solheim who had nursed his mother through her last illness, who had said to Kristoff, after - Well, get your things together. Don’t you want to see what it’s like out West? And he had - not that he had anything else to do or anywhere else to go - so he’d pulled together the few things that he was sure were his and joined them in the back of their covered wagon. They’d inched their way across the country, along with the other two wagons of Solheims (all three were brothers, and each had a wife, and between them six children when they set out and seven when they arrived, not counting Kristoff), and he’d been quiet and anxious, desperate to prove he could be useful, that he was worth taking all that way. He’d worked hard for them and learnt a lot, and until the day he died he’d be overwhelmingly grateful for the chance they’d given him.

And now, for something else.

There was an interesting item in the newspaper last week, Mrs Solheim had written. An article about how there aren’t enough women out West. Good men with good farms who can’t find a wife. And some have apparently been placing advertisements in the newspaper to find one! What an idea! But it seems some have been successful. You should try it, Kristoff! I’m sure you must be lonely.

What an idea, indeed. He’d rolled his eyes and ignored it, but she’d mentioned it again, and again, and eventually he’d done it just so she’d stop. He’d never in a million years thought he’d actually get an applicant. He hadn’t thought he’d wanted one.

Anna was weeding the vegetable garden. The plants were all full-grown now, tall and green, and she was kneeling - she never had much regard for her skirts - between them as she worked.

With her help, he’d been able to repair the fields after the storm, and lost far less than he’d feared. With her help, the chickens were happy and gave plenty of eggs; the cow was happy and gave plenty of milk (and the goat was happy, too, though his high spirits were not usually a cause for celebration). With her help, the garden had flourished, and was producing enough that she and Elsa had already spent a day with Marta Ogg preserving and canning and would have plenty more to put up before the season was over.

Anna suddenly jumped back onto her heels with an “Ouch!” and Kristoff hurried over.

“Are you alright?”

“Oh - yes - thank you -” she peered at her finger. “A little bit of something just ran under my fingernail. But it’s not bleeding so I guess it didn’t go too far. Is it nearly dinner?”

“I’ve been out in the fields, you tell me.”

 “Elsa’s cooking. I keep thinking I smell something but I can’t work out what.” She waved her hands at him until he backed up, then shuffled along on her knees to the next section of the vegetable bed. “I like it when she cooks. She’s a much better cook than I am.”

Kristoff opened his mouth and then closed it again, choosing to kneel next to her rather than speak. Anna laughed. “Thank you.”

“I don’t mean - the two of you have different talents.”

“Okay.”

“You complement each other.”

“Well, maybe that’s true.”

“She wouldn’t have much to cook without you here, doing this.”

Anna sat back and hugged her knees. “Sometimes I still can’t believe I’m here,” she said. “Sometimes everything before seems like a dream.”

She looked at him, and no matter how muddy her skirts or how much of the dirt had found its way to her face, her eyes were always that same perfect clear blue. 

“And I’m glad,” she said. “I’m glad I’m not there any more.”

“Glad to be out of the city? Away from - people that were unkind?”

“No, you don’t understand. Before…” Anna sighed. “I didn’t do anything. I mean. I called on people, and I went out and danced and talked to more people, and I embroidered and I looked pretty and none of it had any point. Nothing I did made anyone’s life better, or easier. I was just - passing the time. My whole life. Looking pretty and passing time.”

Anna sighed again, then reached over and plucked another weed from the soil.

“There you go,” she said. “I pulled up one weed, and I’ve already been more useful than I would have been in a whole week back in the city.”

“You like to be useful.”

“I don’t like to be useless. Or pointless.”

They both sat there, among the green plants, beneath the endless sky. Kristoff could feel it, building, and he was leaning in towards her ever so slightly when Anna said abruptly, “I want to mean something,” and turned her eyes to his again, blue as the ocean and clear as the running stream.

It’s slow, sometimes, but it wears away bit by bit - or comes crashing through all at once - and nothing is the same after.

He leant towards her again, just as Elsa called them to the house for dinner.

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The narrow bed in the tiny room was familiar enough now. It almost felt cosy. Before coming here Anna had had her own bedroom for years, but it had never been quiet - there was always noise on the streets outside, or people passing in the corridors. Out here, being alone would have been deathly silent without the sound of Elsa’s breathing.

It wasn’t silent outside tonight, though. She could hear someone singing.

Or rather, not ‘someone’. It was a man’s voice, and there was only one man within miles, so it must be Kristoff singing. Anna couldn’t make out any words. She’d heard him whistling before, around the farm, but never singing.

She wriggled out of the bed. Elsa stirred and opened her eyes.

“I just need to, um,” Anna said, knowing that Elsa would assume she was going to the outhouse; sure enough, her sister gave a little nod and closed her eyes again.

The summer air was warm and Anna barely regretted not picking up a shawl. As she pushed the barn door open she felt a brief pang, remembering another night that she’d come out to the barn in her nightdress - but that quickly disappeared, replaced by the sight in front of her. Kristoff was sitting against the far wall, with his straw hat upside down in his lap, and the hat was full of kittens; and he was singing to them in the warm glow of a lantern.

Anna stood there for one long, breathless moment. She didn’t know the song. She didn’t even know what language it was in, although she could guess that it was Norwegian. It was a soft song; a lullaby. The kittens seemed to be appreciating it, cuddling up together in the hat, and for a second Anna thought she was going to cry. Then Kristoff finished his verse, looked up and saw her.

“Anna,” he said, and cleared his throat, sitting up straighter to a chorus of irritated meows.

“I heard you singing,” she said, walking all the way into the barn and closing the door behind her. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you -”

“You didn’t. What song is that?” she said, sitting down next to him and tucking her feet beneath her.

Kristoff looked at his hands for a moment. “My mother used to sing it,” he said.

“When you were little?” 

He smiled. “Yes.” He hesitated again, then said “I don’t want to forget it.”

Sometimes Anna got so caught up in the everyday that she forgot all kinds of things. Like, for example, the fact that they were both orphans. She knew Kristoff’s childhood had been very different to her own. If she tried, Anna could remember her mother tucking her into bed with a soft lullaby, but she could more often remember a nursemaid putting her to bed and blowing out the candle. A goodnight from her mother was usually a brief kiss; a goodnight from her father was a nod. And every day it grew fainter and her memories rearranged themselves to match the handful of photographs in the bottom of her and Elsa’s trunk.

It was better to think about the present and the future than the past. She knew that. And her mind obligingly presented her with an image - Kristoff singing that lullaby to a baby. Or maybe to an older child, as he tucked the blankets around them, and then he’d look at his wife and smile -

Anna turned her face away - she knew she was blushing. Now she remembered long ago asking a nursemaid where babies came from, and being given a confusing story about storks and cabbage patches and parcels sent directly from Heaven by God Himself. Now she was here in the warm soft lantern glow with her husband, and when she looked up he was watching her. He’d nearly kissed her in the vegetable patch earlier, she was sure. Not too far from the cabbages. The thought made her laugh and she swallowed it in a yawn.

“You should go back to bed,” Kristoff said. He’d put his hat down, and the kittens had escaped; one was sitting on his foot.

“I’m not tired,” Anna said, sitting up straighter. “I couldn’t sleep, actually.”

“Really? I thought I was working you hard enough. Obviously not.”

“I’m surprised you can sleep out here at all.”

“I’m used to it.”

“It’s not fair. You work hard too.”

“I’m a man.”

“You’re a person.”

He smiled at her indignance. “Well, if we have a good harvest, maybe I can get some lumber.”

“Mr. Ogg said they’d help!”

“I can manage. I did the rest myself.”

“Mmhmm. Like you darned your own socks. A person can be too self-reliant.”

“What’s wrong with my house?”

“Nothing! Except -” Except we don’t have our own bedroom. No, she would never be bold enough to say that out loud, and now she was blushing again.

If he kisses me now, Anna thought, there’s no one to stop us. Every other person and animal within miles is sleeping. The thought made her heart thump in her chest, and she couldn’t think of anything to say to cover her embarrassment so instead she turned away, pretending she was watching one of the kittens.

She looked up when Kristoff put his hand on her left shoulder. “Anna,” he said, and ran his hand down her arm, stopping at her hand, raising it so that her ring shone in the light of the lantern. There was an ache in her chest when she met his gaze, and everything before this moment felt like a dream. The only thing that was real was right here and now, where all her choices had led her, to the perfect moment -

He kissed her. Anna knelt up, eager, and her slipper fell off and she caught her knee in her nightdress but Kristoff wrapped an arm round her waist and kissed her again. She still stumbled a little, and steadied herself with her arm on the floor; and then it only required Kristoff to make the smallest movement and they were lying on the blanket, side by side.

For a second they blinked at each other, his arm still round her waist, her hand on his shoulder. Then Anna pressed forward again, pulling herself towards him, kissing him with her whole body against his. She half-expected him to draw back, but he didn’t; instead he ran his hand up her back to her shoulders, holding her in place.

She felt giddy. There was no one to stop them and she didn’t want them to. Alright, maybe there was only a rough blanket over a dirt floor and whatever was in that sack Kristoff used as a pillow, maybe this wasn’t exactly how she’d pictured this, but -

But there was someone to stop them, and that was them. Kristoff pulled his lips from hers and rolled onto his back, exhaling deeply. He closed his eyes for a long second, then opened them and held out his arm. Anna hesitated.

“Come here,” he said. “You didn’t - do anything wrong. It’s just…”

Not like this, was what she knew he meant. As her heartbeat slowed back to normal, Anna realised she had a piece of straw poking her through the back of her nightdress, a kitten trying to climb her braid and a draught through a gap in the boards going places she wouldn’t care to mention. Much as she wished right now that her husband was slightly less considerate, he did have a point. She wriggled over to Kristoff and lay down with her head on his shoulder, smiling a little as she felt him pull the pointy straw off her back and throw it away.

He put his arm around her, his hand on her waist. Anna could hear his heart beating, feel his chest rise and fall with his breathing. It was so comfortable. 

She opened her eyes when Kristoff said “Hey. Anna. You don’t want to fall asleep out here.”

Maybe she did. “I‘m good.”

He opened his arm to release her. “Go to bed. It’s late.”

“You don’t want me to stay?”

He looked pained. “I want you to go to bed.”

So she left and went inside. But when she got into her bed, it somehow felt at once  both too small and too empty.

[berrynarrybanana]

Holiday Wishes, Mistletoe Kisses

A/N: This was meant to be a blurb, but I got carried away. I honestly don’t know how I feel about it, but I wanted to post some Christmassy stuff in between now and Deck the Halls, so here’s a little something. It’s basically over a thousand words of Harry pining for some girl he just met. That seems to be my favorite trope, yeah? Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I hope that you all remember that Christmas isn’t about what you have or what you’re able to give, it’s about spending time with the people you love the most. I’m always here for you all if you need me and I love you loads. Thank you! 

Word Count: 5.1K+

Warnings: A little smut, pining, flash forward, ofc

Prompt: “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not” | Taken from this post here! 

It wasn’t that Harry hated Christmas. 

He loved spending time with his family, drinking mulled wine and talking shit with his Mum and Sister on the couch until the morning light. He loved the Christmas cookies that everyone seemed to bake just for him. Every single one of his friends would wrap them up in cute, candy cane striped cellophane bags with a little bow as if they were worried he’d been deprived of sweets. He loved the warmth that enveloped him when he stepped into any building, dodging the cold winter winds and brutal snowflakes that hit his skin. He loved most things about the season, but he truthfully hated the actual holiday itself.

He hated the music, each song covered by about twenty different artists, (yet, they always sounded the same, somehow), playing on a loop on every single Christmas station. He hated how rude people were in the shops and on the road, as if their time was more important than anyone else's. He hated the stigma around giving expensive gifts, stressing over the perfect thing to get each of his friends. If he could, he’d give them all something homemade, but he was shit at doing anything crafty. 

His boots crunched against the snow as he walked towards his mother’s front door. 

He let himself in, kicking his shoes off before he removed his scarf and his winter coat. He could hear laughter from the kitchen, Gemma and his Mum giggling far too loud. They must have cracked into the mulled cider a little early, and truthfully, he was jealous. He’d spent the last four hours stuck in traffic listening to white Christmas over and over and over again. He shut the front door as Evie wrapped herself around his legs, her soft purring catching his attention as he glanced down at the black and white kitten. 

“Hiya, darling girl.” He crouched down, scooping her into his arms before he delivered a series of kisses over her head. “Daddy’s missed you, eh. Have you been good for your nan?”

She meowed in response, causing Harry to coo at her before he scratched under her chin. 

“That’s my girl.” He pressed another kiss to the top of her head before setting her back to the ground. 

He knew they would indulge in several cuddle sessions over the next few days, so he wasn’t worried about missing his one and only pet this holiday season. He walked through the house, finding his way into the kitchen where Gemma was tipping back a glass of dark red liquid, and his Mum was rolling out cookie dough with a bright smile on her face. What Harry wasn’t expecting, was the curly haired girl with a cookie cutter in her hand next to his Mum.

“Hello!” He called out, offering a smile as he walked over to the kitchen island. “I see we’ve started having fun already.”

“It took you forever to get here!” Gemma said defensively, picking up a chocolate kiss before tossing it at Harry. “Do you want a drink?”

“Something hot, it’s like the bloody tundra outside.” He shivered at the thought of the harsh wind, his eyes trailing back towards the new girl. 

“Stella makes the best peppermint hot chocolate you’ve ever had in your life.” Gemma groaned out, her eyes rolling back in her head. “She puts peppermint vodka in there.”

“I can make you one if you’d like?” Stella’s voice was soft and painfully american. “We’ve got a slow cooker full of hot chocolate.”

“If you don’t mind.” Harry gave her a smile as he pulled out a stool, sitting next to Gemma. “Nice to meet you, Stella. I’m Harry, by the way.”

“She knows who you are.” Gemma reached over, pinching Harry’s side. “Stella is a new transfer at work. She’s new to England, and we thought we’d show her a proper English Christmas.”

“Stella, love, you should probably find another family to spend Christmas with if you want a proper English Christmas.” Harry snorted. “Ours is half arsed at best.”

“We have a lovely Christmas, thank you.” Anne piped up, flicking flour in Harry’s direction as Stella laughed softly. “Don’t scare the poor thing off, we’ve just made her feel at home.” 

Stella turned her back, walking towards the stove.

“I suppose we do have a good time.” Harry hummed out. “I can’t wait to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas for the millionth time.” 

“They’ve got an animated one now!” Gemma exclaimed. “We’re going to do a double feature.”

“Lovely.” Harry rolled his eyes. 

Moments later, a steaming mug of hot chocolate laced was placed in front of Harry. 

He looked down at the grinch mug before looking back up at Stella. 

“Thanks.” He offered her a smile, but she merely nodded back at him before taking her place next to Anne again. 

He watched her, sipping at his drink as Gemma and Anne chatted about some Hallmark movie that was meant to premiere at some point during the week. She wasn’t normally the type of girl that he dated, but he had to admit that she was beautiful. Her cheeks were round, a soft blush smeared over them that he assumed came from a makeup product. Her lashes were thick, and long, shadowing her hazel colored eyes. She had thick brows that seemed a little unruly, and plump lips stained with a plum colored lipstick that matched her smoky, purple eyeshadow. He wasn’t a huge fan of the plum color, but he had to admit that it brought out a lot of the warmer tones in her eyes and in her beautiful, brown skin. He also thought that it complimented the lighter strands in her curly brown hair that bounced about everytime she turned her head. 

He tried not to be too obvious with his curious gaze, but he couldn’t help it. He was almost mesmerized by her beauty, but he was more so confused by his attraction to her. She was far too quiet for his taste, her eyes cast down on the cookies she’d been cutting out for the last few minutes while everyone else chatted. 

He watched her place them on the tray carefully, obsessing over how they landed before she reached for the colored icing. He watched her pipe onto the little shapes, her tongue nestling in the corner of her mouth as her unsteady hands worked diligently on the cookies. 

This was a Styles family Christmas, and the Styles were a rowdy and messy bunch. He’d never seen his Mum or Gemma put that much work into sugar cookies before, and it was almost painful to watch her perfect each and every one before she slipped the tray in the oven. He watched her reach for the cheeky little chicken shaped oven timer that Gemma bought when his Mum fist moved into this house. In all of those years, he’d never seen anyone actually use it. 

“Did you hear me, my little turtle dove?” Anne brushed her hand over Harry’s back as he sipped at his cocoa. “They’re calling for a huge storm this weekend, are you packed for that?”

“I left some stuff here the last time I was around.” He turned his head, smiling back at her. “I think I should be fine if I get stuck with you lot.” 

“Good.” She nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I’ve missed you.” 

“Missed you too, Mumma.” He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her into a hug. 

The warm scent of vanilla and musk greeted his senses, flooding him with comfort and nostalgic memories of cuddling with Mum on the couch. He missed having her around him. He missed having his best friend around to comfort him when he needed it the most. When he let go of her, his heart sank a little in his chest. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head before moving back to work on more cookie dough. 

“Why are you making so many cookies?” He asked, brows furrowing as he brushed his fingers over the sickly green mug with the cartoon characters face on it. “Do you plan on feeding an army?”

“No, but Stella suggested that we take some down to the local homeless shelter on Christmas Eve.” Anne smiled over at the girl. “That’s her family's Christmas tradition, and since she’s not with them this year, we thought we’d make it happen for her here.”

“Thank you again, for agreeing to this.” Stella smiled at Anne. “It really means the world to me, and I can’t thank you enough.”

“You’re a part of the family now, dear.” Anne teased. “Even if you’re not spending Christmas with us, this little tradition of yours has been officially integrated into our own Christmas tradition. We’ll always have a little bit of Stella with us during the Holiday’s now, eh.”

Stella laughed at that, reaching her arms out to wrap Anne in a hug. 

Harry almost felt a little jealous at how seamlessly she fit in here. 

“If you keep staring at her, she’s gonna want to run back to America.” Gemma nudged her elbow into his side. “We get it, she’s hotter than you.”

“Oh, shut up.” Harry rolled his eyes at Gemma as she smirked. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Okay, Casanova.” She snorted. “Whatever you say. 

**

Harry wasn’t sure why he was hard. 

He just wanted to close his eyes and go the fuck to sleep. 

After a long day of travel, and an even longer evening filled with Harry pulling down Christmas decorations from the attic, he just wanted to sleep. He wasn’t looking forward to taking the annual trip to the Christmas Tree Farm tomorrow. Since Robin passed, Harry was the only man in the family, which meant that he often had to do the heavy lifting. He found that most of his strength lay in his core, despite the amount of lifting he’d done to buff up his arms, and he wasn’t looking forward to tossing a tree on top of his car while everyone watched. 

Truthfully, that was the worry that should have been plaguing his mind as he lay in bed. Instead, his mind was lost in hazel colored waves that crashed on dark plum shores. He couldn’t stop thinking about Stella’s eyes or her perfectly shaped lips. He spent most of his night watching her drink from a wine glass, her cheeks turning a shade darker with each joke that she shared with his family. If there was one thing that he was shocked about, it was the dry humor that tumbled from her perfect plum colored lips. She was a funny girl, despite being quiet, and he laughed at every single joke she told without shame. 

As he shifted his about, trying to avoid any further thoughts about her lips, the tip of his cock brushed against the warm flannel of his pajama pants. He let out a throaty groan, reaching down to push his palm into the crotch of his pants to soothe the pressure building in his lower belly. He couldn’t jack off to the thought of Gemma’s new friend, it would be awful, and it would surely land him on the naughty list. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to picture her lipstick staining his lower belly, his upper thighs, and eventually...the shaft of his cock. But after a few minutes of trying not to think about it, that was the only thing he could see behind closed eyes. 

With an annoyed grumble, he dipped his hand into his pajama pants, tugging his cock out while his free hand pushed the band of the pants down his hips. He licked over his dry lips, making a mental note to buy some chapstick tomorrow as he gave himself one, swift stroke. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to moan as he brushed the pad of his thumb over the weeping slit of his cock. He was pathetic, dripping down his cock over a girl that he barely knew. He couldn’t believe that he was being that guy right now, tugging at his cock desperately to the thought of a beautiful girl on her knees for him. He wanted so badly to have her there, whispering filthy words in that gentle tone she had, encouraging him to cum on her tongue. 

When he did cum, her name spilled from his lips. 

His chest was heaving as he came down, the tinkling of Stella’s laughter filling his ears. 

Seconds later, he heard her bid goodnight to Gemma before the door next to his own shut. 

He was totally fucked for this girl. 

**

The next morning, he didn’t expect to see Stella sitting at the breakfast bar when he came downstairs. 

He stopped in the doorway, his cheeks growing warm as he looked over her sweater covered back. Thoughts of her name tumbling from his lips last night flooded back as he looked at her. She was wearing a lavender colored, cable knit sweater, and her curls were tied up in a messy ponytail on top of her head. Most of the curls had fallen out, covering up some of her neck alongside her fingers. Her cheek was propped on her palm, her gaze focused on her laptop as she lifted a mug of steaming liquid up to her mouth with her other hand. 

Harry cleared his throat, walking toward the stove so he could put the kettle on. No one else in the house would be up for hours, but Harry couldn’t turn off his internal alarm clock no matter how he tried. He also hoped that he might find a moment of peace from the very girl sitting in his Mother’s kitchen. She haunted his dreams, her face playing on the silver screen in his mind all night long. He hated how infatuated he was with this woman that he barely even knew. 

“Morning.” She spoke up first, her voice scratchy and tired. “Did you sleep well?”

“Splendid, yeah.” He nodded, filling the kettle with water. “You?” 

“I’ve slept better, but that’s to be expected.” She said softly. “I spent a little bit of time on a skype call with my brother’s, so I was up longer than expected.” 

“But you’re up fairly early this morning, aren’t you?” He put the kettle on the stovetop before turning around, his eyes landing on hers. “Why’s that?”

“I wake up this early anyways.” She smiled at him. “I usually like to go for a walk in the morning to wake myself up.”

“That’s nice.” He lifted his hand, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “I usually like to go for a swim or a run in the morning, too.”

“Where do you swim?” She asked. 

“There’s a men’s swimming club not too far from my home in London.” He said. “It’s freezing cold, but you get used to it after a while.”

“Jeeze, you swim outside in this weather?” She lifted her head from her palm, her eyes growing wide. “I could never.” 

“It’s an acquired taste.” He chuckled softly. “What are you working on?”

“A new piece for my blog.” She said. “I started out using it as a diary of sorts, but people apparently love reading about the disaster that is my life.”

“I’m sure it’s not all horrible.” He hoped that he sounded encouraging and not rude. “You seem like a lovely, and positive person.”

“I try to be.” She shrugged, reaching for her mug. “I could say the same about you.”

“I try to be.” He smiled at her. “Would you like some breakfast?” 

“Oh, I was actually thinking of popping down to this little bakery Gemma told me about-” 

“Mandeville’s.” His heart picked up, a smile stretching across his lips. “Had my first job there.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” She laughed, wrapping both hands around her mug as she leaned back in the barstool. “I figured I’d go grab some pastries for everyone. I know it’s kind of a busy day with the Christmas Tree Farm, so I thought it would be best if your Mum didn’t feel the need to cook.”

“She would love that.” Harry said. “Maybe I could go with you? We could both get our walks in, and I can see Mary before she hunts me down and drags me to the bakery.”

“I would love the company.” She smiled. “But enjoy your tea first, I’ll just be working on this until we’re ready to go.”

“Cheers.” He nodded, watching her eyes drop to her computer screen. 

She wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup this morning, and Harry almost wished that she was. 

He wished that she had covered up her beautiful, freckle covered skin so that he didn’t fall harder for her beautiful face. He wished that she was hiding away those little blemishes that made him swoon, because she was actually a human after all, not some angel sent down from heaven to torture him. He wished that she covered those beautiful lips in that plum lipstick again so that he could imagine kissing it off of her. He hated the feeling stirring inside of his belly, the butterflies a tell tale sign of his feelings. 

He had a crush on Stella. 

And there was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling for her. 

**

Stella’s gloves were precious.

They were a bright red, little snowflakes and reindeer stitched into them. 

She offered to let Harry borrow a pair of her gloves, claiming that she’d brought plenty of pairs for the winter, but he politely declined before shoving his hands in his pockets. She looked so cozy, wrapped up in her winter coat with a beanie on top of her head and a matching scarf tied around her neck. Harry wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and cuddle her so that they could both stay nice and toasty on their walk. He wanted to kiss her bare cheeks, paying special attention to each freckle on her skin as the winter sun cast over them. 

He was so infatuated with her that it was almost embarrassing. 

“I can’t even imagine what it was like, growing up in a place like this.” Stella turned her head towards Harry, the tip of her nose a little red. “It’s so picturesque.”

“It’s alright.” He gave her a small smile. “I always wanted to get out when I was a kid.”

“Of course you did, we all do.” She chuckled. “I think everyone should run away for a little while, it really gives you all of the tools you need to really appreciate your hometown when you go back. I don’t know that I’ll ever move back to my hometown, but when I visit it, I feel a little bit more appreciative of the pivotal role it had in raising me.”

“I feel the same way about Cheshire.” Harry nodded. “It’s a big part of who I was, and that helped make me who I am. I wouldn’t be the same without this place.”

“Exactly.” She said. 

“So where exactly are you from?” He asked. “I mean, obviously America-”

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, narrowing her eyes playfully, her lips pursed. “I don’t think it is.”

“It’s a neon, flashing sign above your head kind of obvious, love.” He snorted. “But I can’t place what your accent is.”

“It’s not really an accent.” Stella shrugged, turning her attention back to the sidewalk. “I grew up on the road for most of my life, but my family settled in Georgia when I was about twelve.”

“Interesting.” He said. “How did you like Georgia?” 

“I didn’t, at first.” She laughed. “I hated it so much. I loved being on the road with my family, traveling places like Hawaii and Los Angeles. When we moved to the south, I despised everything about it. It was so plain and boring compared to places we’d lived before. But like I said, moving away has made me learn to love it more when I go back.”

“How long have you been gone?” He asked. 

“About three years.” She said. “I lived in Amsterdam for a year, and then Paris, and now I’m here.”

“Which place is your favorite?” He asked. “Be honest with me, now. You don’t have to say London just because you’re trying to get on my good side.” 

Stella tossed her head back, laughing loudly. 

“I think it’s truthfully London, Harry.” 

His name sounded like honey falling from her lips. 

“Why is that?” He asked. 

“Because I’ve found my chosen family.” She turned back, giving him a smile that thawed out the chill creeping up from his toes. “Starting with Gemma, of course. She was the first person to take me under her wings, and I’m so happy that I have her in my life. Then I started to find other people, and we all became this really close knit group of friends that felt more like family than my actual family does. I don’t know how I’ll ever leave this place.” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” He said softly. “Maybe this is home.”

Please don’t go, Stella. 

Stay here with me forever. 

Love me. 

“My contract is up at the end of the year, but we’ll just have to see how things go.” She said. “I might be convinced to stay.”

“Well, I guess I have a lot of work to do.” He chuckled.

“Why are you so keen on me staying?” She asked him, her brows raising as she gave him a knowing smirk. “Do you have a crush on me, Styles?”

His cheeks grew hot against the cold wind. 

“Alright now, don’t let that go to your head.” He grumbled, tucking his neck into his scarf as Stella’s smile grew wider. “It’s all your bloody fault, you know?”

“What have I done?” She laughed louder. “I’m just me.”

“That’s exactly it.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re you, Stella.”

**

The Christmas Tree Farm was going well. 

That was up until Gemma decided that they absolutely needed to take a family picture in front of the big Christmas tree, Stella included. They had picked up a few little trinkets and such while walking around the market included in the farm. Anne picked up a reindeer headband with bells stitched in, plopping it on her head the second she found it. Gemma found an elf’s hat with little ears attached to the side, putting it on her hair before fussing with her hair. Stella found a crown made of poinsettias that she plopped on top of her curls, the red and gold working perfectly with her red lipstick and gold eyeshadow. Harry, however, wasn’t exactly in the spirit. 

“You’re wearing the bloody santa hat, whether you like it or not!” Gemma shoved it towards him with a frown. “If you stand next to Stella, you’ll like Mr. and Mrs. Claus!” 

“Shut up, Gemma.” Harry sneered, snatching the hat from her hands. “I didn’t tell you about that so you could throw it in my face!” 

“Well, I’m doing it for the greater good of our family photo!” She glared at him. “Put that hat on before I shove it on your head myself.”

“Fine.”

“Are you two alright?” Stella smirked, adjusting her crown on her head as she walked up to Harry and Gemma. “Santa is still putting people on the naughty list you know?” 

“If anyone’s going to be on the naughty list, it’s Harry.” Gemma tossed her arm around Stella’s shoulder with a proud smirk. “He’s being a pain in the arse.”

“Is the hat really necessary to the photo?” He groaned, dropping his head back. 

“Yes.” Stella and Gemma said at the same time. 

“Alright, alright.” He groaned, tugging the hat over his curls. “Are you both happy now?”

“Ecstatic.” Stella smiled brightly at Harry. “I think you look handsome.”

“I’m going to just point out…” Gemma pulled her arm from around Stella, tucking her hands behind her back. “That there’s mistletoe hanging from that piece of wood above your heads.” 

“Gemma-” Harry’s eyes grew wide. 

“And I’m promptly going to walk away.” She smiled at Stella. “Meet us at the tree in ten minutes.” 

“Gemma-” Stella held her hand out as Gemma walked away, her eyes growing just as wide as Harry’s were. “What a sneaky little elf.” 

“Tell me about it.” Harry shifted, adjusting the hat on his head. “Devious little-”

“Well, I guess we can’t break tradition.” Stella looked up at Harry, shuffling forward slowly with a little smirk on her lips. “I mean, what would Santa say if we didn’t kiss under the mistletoe?”

Harry licked over his bottom lip, his fingers twitching. 

“You really want to kiss me?”

“I might.” Stella’s toes were almost touching Harry’s now. “But the question is, do you want to kiss me?”

“I do, yeah.” He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since I laid eyes on you, Stella.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She raised her brows. “Now is your chance, Mr. Grinch, lay one on me.”

Harry lifted his hands, pressing them to Stella’s face hesitantly before he lowered his lips to hers in a soft kiss. It was a gentle peck, one that anyone would share underneath the mistletoe, but Harry wanted more from Stella. It seemed that she wanted more as well, her arms sliding around his neck as she pressed up on her toes. He let his hands fall to her waist as the kiss grew more intense, his hands holding onto her tightly as she brushed her tongue over his lower lip. He tried his best not to smile into the kiss, letting her have what she wanted by parting his lips. When her tongue slipped over his, he let out a tiny moan, gripping her hips tighter. 

“Get a room, you two!” Harry groaned, pressing his forehead to Stella’s. 

“Gemma, I swear to god-” Harry turned his head, whipping his santa hat off before he threw it in her direction. “Go bother someone else!” 

Stella laughed, ducking her forehead down to Harry’s chest as he rubbed his thumbs over her side gently. He felt her body shaking underneath his hands, his heart hammering in his chest when he realized just how close they actually were. He turned his head back, lifting a hand up to guide Stella’s chin up. He pressed his lips to hers once, twice, three more times before she pressed her palms to Harry’s chest. 

“We’ll never stop if we don’t move away from the mistletoe.” Stella whispered. “And I think Gemma might physically pull us apart if we miss that Christmas picture.”

“Let it be known that I’m only partaking in this picture because I want to stand next to you for as long as I can.” Harry smiled. “I think I have a little more than a crush on you, Stella.” 

“I think I have more than a crush on you, too.”

**

“Madeline, stop right there.” Stella let out a frustrated sigh as she looped her arm under the baby carrier, her eyes falling down to the sleeping infant. “Milo, promise Mumma that you’ll listen when you get to that age?”

“Give him here.” Harry brushed a kiss over Stella’s temple, his hand massaging her lower back gently. “You go catch up with speed racer, okay? I’ll be right behind you with the baby and the diaper bag.”

“Thank you.” Stella turned her head, puckering her lips out. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” He hummed out. “And our beautiful babies, even if one of them has a death wish and two left feet.” 

Stella snorted out a laugh, pulling her arm from the carrier before she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I better go help her up the stairs.”

“Please, we don’t need a repeat of last year.” Harry smiled. 

“Yeah, I would like to avoid a trip to A&E this year.” Stella snorted. 

He watched Stella walk over to an antsy Madeline, her pigtails bouncing about as she jumped from foot to foot in excitement. Harry chuckled softly at his daughter, amused by her excitement. He was happy that she found so much joy in Christmas, just like her Mother did. He watched Stella hold a hand out, waiting for Madeline to take it before they both conquered the brick steps outside of his Mum’s house. When they got to the top, Stella lifted Madeline up, kissing over her cheeks as their daughter giggled. Harry lifted Milo’s car seat from the base, his eyes falling down to the six month old with hazel eyes and soft cheeks just like his Mother’s. 

“We’ve got our hands full with those two, mate.” Harry pulled the soft, wintery blue blanket up to Milo’s chin, tucking it around his shoulders so that he would stay warm. “Gonna keep us both on our toes, I know it.” 

Milo cooed up at him, causing Harry to smile wider before he ducked his head down to kiss his son's soft cheeks. 

“Let’s get you into Nan’s before you turn into a popsicle, my love.” Harry said. “Mumma won’t be happy if we have to spend Christmas thawing you out.”

As Harry made his way up the stairs, he couldn’t help but remember five Christmases ago. 

He was walking up the exact same steps on his own, unaware of the magic that was waiting inside for him. He was unaware that the girl Gemma brought home for Christmas would one day be his wife, and the mother of his two beautiful children. He had no idea that they would spend long nights together, planning their future and holding each other tight. He opened the front door to his Mum’s house, smiling at the sound of Madeline telling his Mother a story with animated gestures, her curly pigtails bouncing around as Stella tried to wrangle her jacket off. 

“And then Daddy told me we could get a puppy next year if I was good enough!” Madeline squealed out as Harry shut the door. 

He dodged the steely gaze he got from Stella after she heard the word puppy.

“Sorry.” He mouthed over at her, causing her to shake her head as she tried to fight off a smile. 

“You’re a menace.” She mouthed back. “But I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” He said it outloud, his heart soaring in his chest. 

Stella gave him a heart warming smile, Madeline’s coat still in her hands. 

Seconds later, Milo let out a tiny cry causing Harry to snap back into dad mode. 

He rested the carseat on the ground, carefully pulling his son out before pressing a kiss to his chubby little cheeks. As if Gemma could sense his presence, she barreled into the living room with her eyes set on Milo. 

“There’s my little man.” She held her hands out, wiggling them as Harry rolled his eyes. “You get to see him every day, Harry. Pass him over to his auntie.” 

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Please be careful with him, I kind of like this one.”

“Piss off.” Gemma snorted out, sliding Milo onto her hip before pressing a bright red kiss mark into his forehead. “Has Daddy told you that without auntie Gem, you wouldn’t exist?” 

“Gemma-” 

“Can you believe that?” She looked up at Harry, a hint of something nostalgic and genuine sparkling in her green eyes. “If I’d never brought Stella to family Christmas, we wouldn’t have two beautiful babies to dote over every year.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine what life would be like without them.” He whispered. “Thank you, Gemma.”

“Harry, I really didn’t-”

“Gemma.” He said her name sternly, pressing his palm to her bicep. “Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She said softly, her eyes watering. “Now, if you could do me a favor and bring a hot friend around, I’d really appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can manage.” He let out a wet chuckle, his own eyes watering. 

“What are we managing?” Stella wrapped her arms around Harry. 

“We owe Gem a favor.” He sniffled, turning head to press a kiss to Stella’s forehead. 

“Why are you crying, baby?” Stella frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all.” He pressed his lips to hers, softly brushing his nose against the tip of hers as his. “Just so incredibly grateful to have you in my life, that’s all.”

“You’re so sappy around the holiday’s.” Stella brushed her palm over his belly. “I love you, Mr. Styles.” 

“I love you, too, Mrs. Styles.” He said. “Merry Christmas, Darling.”

“Merry Christmas.” 

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Pet Owners Part 1

Owning pets is rare for nations because a true nation’s pet has a bond with their owners as much as they do the land. Many of their pets don’t really have something they represent inexactness, it's just they were there when the nation was born, and they bonded. No one can really explain how they come to find their owners, both parties just know.

Some nations don’t have the nation pet, but instead either found a mythical creature or own regular pets that will eventually die.

America – A big black shaggy dog. Allen has owned Makwa since he was a small child. No matter where he went Makwa would follow. This mini mammoth is very protective of Allen and has bitten Oliver many times. This dog has even followed Allen into war zones. Their bond is as deep as man and dog can go.

He is Allen’s best friend and more often than not the wall he bounces off of. Whether he is venting, planning, or just sleepy mumbling, Allen takes the time to talk to Makwa.

England – Flying Chocolate Bunny (FCB) and Flying Strawberry Bunny (FSB). These mythical evil bunnies are downright monsters. Unlike his 1p that has only one, Oliver has two. Both nations discovered their bunny allies together, but instead of taking just one. Oliver decided to take two. They were found when the nations were about 150 yrs old.

Since mythical creatures have longer lifespans, they aren’t nation pets and die much later than an average pet.

FCB has red beady eyes and is the color of dark chocolate. His wings are shaped more like raptor’s wings and have a white chocolate underside to his wings. FCB often twitches and drools and looks like he is about to eat the nearest piece of flesh. He is known for being wilder and more chaotic, he does some of the dirty work for Oliver by getting physically involved. Scratching and biting Oliver’s victims, slowly driving them mad by wounds made from an unseen force.

FSB on the other hand is much sweeter. She is a light red with small yellow spots. Her wings look like a swan's, and have a light green underwing. Her eyes are small beady and green. FSB looks like a toy rabbit, small and fluffy. She is Oliver’s eyes and ears. She spies on whomever Oliver asks her to and takes the time to ensure that Oliver has whatever information that he needs. When Oliver had many colonies she was the one sent to spy on them. She is quick and knows how to use magic to shorten her fly time.

Oliver loves his bunnies and feeds them a lot of cupcakes and meat. He spoils them with fancy beds and toys. Though he does expect them to earn their keep with various tasks given by him.

Canada – A big white polar bear. Kuma is Canada’s oldest frenemy, over the years they have traded blows and saved each other. The amount of trust these two have is unrivaled by any other nation and their pets. Kuma has been with Canada since he was about a week old. Kuma is a typical adult polar bear with a scar across his left shoulder and it splits his fur.

Canada’s scars on his chest come from Kuma. They got really intense in a fight one day and came at each other for blood. That same fight gave Kuma his scar. Both winded up extremely wounded and ignored each other for a week before making up.

Over the years Kuma mostly follows Matt’s orders. But occasionally Kuma acts like a brat and ignores Canada. Kuma has his own little house outside that Canada built, but he also has a huge mat on the floor inside Matt’s cabin.

Japan – Koi. Like it’s been said before, Japan likes koi. They are beautiful and he owns many. He has been keeping them since he was physically about 12 years old. He has a pond that connects to a tank within his home. It is a huge tank that has all the proper fixings that allow for a comfortable space for his fish.

He invests heavily in the industry and always checks the farms himself when he has the time. Many family farms know of Kurai, at least a fake name he puts out, and newer farms hope to receive his blessings. His name carries a lot of respect and honor for the koi industry and those that don’t meet his standards close shop quickly.

Every so often he will enter his koi in contests. He loves to know that his are the best and has many ribbons from the past ones he has either won or come close to winning.

Germany – A small brown tabby. Luther loves his tiny kitty and spends many a nap with this little baby on his lap. His little tabby is called Winzig and her name is literally her size. Winzig was found by Luther one night after making his way home after a night of drinking about a year ago. She was small and hiding under a box by his apartment. In his drunken stupor, he picked up the kitten without thinking and brought her home. She is actually his third cat.

There were two others he had owned in the past. His first was a calico that was named Schnurrhaare (Whisker). She was very aloof, but they too napped together often. She sadly died in the year 1901. His second cat Axel came to him about 1950 and was a gift from his boss. Axel was a big Mainecoon that looked like a burnt cookie. He acted more like a dog than a cat and Luther loved him. They played fetch together.

None of Luther’s cats have been a true nation pet. So, each one has passed, Winzig is still young and very lively so she has a while still with Luther. Though the other two, Luther has kept their collars and buried them behind his father’s house. He leaves little bits of string on their graves for them.

Rome – This old man had a lion. Not just any lion, the extinct European lion. Mars was the name of this old boy and Rome had him from the time he was a child. At first, Mars was unsure about Rome and chased him. Over time the two became close. Mars didn’t have a huge mane it was more of a gentle fluff around his head and down his chest. His body and head were covered in scars. Mars was known to have a light pale coated rather than the deep dusty color of many of his brethren. He had a regal air about him and Rome cherished his lion a lot.

When Rome passed Mars lived on, but not much longer than Rome. He lived about 5 years while being taken care of by Luciano. Mars being old then, didn’t do much and seemed to enjoy the calm final years that Luciano offered him. He got a bigger and cooler grave than his master did.

Prussia – Alvin is an old destrier and looks like a Percheron. Lightly colored with dark grey boots and muzzle. Alvin has been with Wil since he was born, this stocky little foal just showed up outside and has been with him ever since. Alvin has been Wil’s first pick of steed into every battle that used horses and Alvin like his owner is brave and loyal.

Both master and pet love spending nights together riding through the woods. Prussia gives Alvin lots of training and treats. They are so close that more often than not spend many afternoons together. Alvin is also trained for various horse competitions.

Spain – So we all know this man owns a bull. Idiota is special to Armando even though he won't admit it. When Armando is tending to his fields Idiota is there giving a presentation of an old friend. Many believe that Idiota is a nation pet because of how long he has lived and Spain agrees. As much as he gets angry at his bull being stupid he could never bring himself to part with the bull.

The centuries of being petty with each other make it interesting to both parties. Though in times of danger both have each other's backs. Once during a siege when Spain was young, Idiota was all that stood between him and Rome. Though despite losing, it took Rome impaling the bull and beheading it to keep it from defending a young Spaniard.

Netherland – He has a snake. It’s a simple grass snake that often hangs out with him at home. He loves his little snake and named him Hazel. He says his snake looks like a Hazel. Baas and Hazel go on many adventures when the weather is ok for Hazel. He takes him to the store, to meetings with his boss, and other places. They spend lots of time gathering info on people and just pulling pranks. Baas believes that Hazel enjoys it as much as his master.

 Hazel has a huge terrarium with plenty of space, heating lights, and pools of water. It takes up a whole wall in Baas’ home. It also contains fish and other small creatures that make the tank self-sustaining. 

Baas relates to his danger noodle; in that, he sees himself almost the same as his snake. Both are hidden predators that take care of nasty rats. Which happens to relate to his favorite thing to do with Hazel, feed him.

Austria – A Greater Mouse-Eared Bat, I mean what could be better for him. Austria found Krampus around Christmas time when he heard some noises coming from his attic. Krampus had found his way into the attic and freaked out trying to get out. This caused a tear in his wing, and Austria being surprised by this tiny nightmare.

Austria feeling the spirit of Christmas was compassionate and took care of the bat. First, he forced his way into a vet clinic and had his little Krampus looked at. Krampus's huge tear would heal, but it makes it difficult for him to fly again. That was the vet’s opinion and then went off to call a sanctuary to come and collect the bat. Well, Jon didn’t like that and ran off with Krampus.

Since then Jon has done a lot to ensure his little friend was becoming better. Eventually, the wing healed, but not well enough for flying. So Jon has a little bat that can glide short distances and has a little cave in his home. Krampus gets all the proper nutrition and cleanings.

Though shortly after bringing Krampus home, Jon did call Matt. Matt had some words for Jon when he found out what he did.

Switzerland – This man loves goat cheese, so obviously he wanted goats. He and his 1p own a small herd together that they both manage. Vash does most of the physical labor while Hans makes them look good for competition and takes care of their papers. 

They are all Swiss breeds and earn their keep by giving milk. They have a great life with all the latest things for goat care. Hans even personally watches the new items get installed to ensure that it is done right and that his goats are given something nice. 

Hans pets them often and coos to them as he does. He keeps plenty of treats on hand, to the point all the herd runs toward him wanting treats.

Iceland – Mr. Puffin or Puff as Iceland calls him. This is puffin is nothing like his gangster 1p. He wears a small top hat and monocle. He is much more gentlemanly and often speaks about how Iceland could be better behaved. He often says things like stand straight, address the lady with respect, and so on. Unlike most nations and their pets growing up at the same rate, Puff was an adult when he met baby Iceland. Which concerned 2p Norway, because he could have been some kind of monster trying to destroy his new colony. One of the few times Norway showed concern for Iceland.

Though being the typical expectation for nation pets, Iceland loves Puff. They spend time together going about and causing havoc and attempting to win Norway’s attention. Though Puff still tells Iceland that there are better things to do than pursue Norway, but Iceland wants his brother’s love and acceptance.

Puff does his best to keep Iceland under control and professional, but he fails often. Though he refuses to give up and rather would keep on taking care of his young ward.