#i wanna nurse him back to health like an injured little animal

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hiii!! Can I make a request? Its kinda long tho so I totally understand if you don't wanna write it !! :)

so basically what I had in mind is rhys' sister!reader x az, she got kidnapped by hybern on the day rhys's mother died and everyone had thought his sister died too but she didn't she was kidnapped and her memories were erased. After the war with hybern the ic runs into her and shes all bloody and injured because turns out she was fighting hybern soldiers as well because she finally saw an opportunity to be free. As soon as rhys saw her he recognises her but before he could even utter a word, she faints, so they take her to night court and nurses her back to health. When she wakes up she gets really emotional when she sees rhys because she feels like she should know him but she doesn't cuz she doesn't have any memories, later they get helion to fix her memories and there's a very emotional brother sister reunion. Az finds out he's her mate but he doesn't tell her and rhys is very protective of reader cuz he just got her back so he forbids az from dating her or anything, but she doesn't know that so she thinks az doesn't like her back so she's devastated over that. I didn't think of what would happen after that so you can come up with the rest but pleeeeeaaasee give az and reader a happy ending. Also can you include that reader had dreams of az the way rhys had dreams of feyre? 🥹

Thank you and I hope you have a good day!! <33

I switched it ever so slightly, hope you’ll still enjoy it!🤍🫧Part II

Lost and found

It’s your hair he sees first. There’s something in the onyx gleam that screams familiar. That is different from any other shade of black. Rhys’s mother always said that they bore all shades of the night sky in their hair. As a gift from the gods. It wasn’t pitch black, no. There was depth. Stars even. They gleamed. You gleamed. He nearly sank to his knees once you turned your bloodied face towards him. It felt as if looking in the mirror. He had pictured you in his head. Had made Feyre paint you. Paint you how he imagined you would have looked all grown up. If you had that chance if you were still with him. His little northern star. And you were here now. In front of him. Sward in hand as if you weren’t sure if you were supposed to stab him or leave him be. Shaking and so frail. Line Feyre was. Just like Rhys had found his mate. Broken and confused. Unsure of anything. Jumpy and scared. “Yn”, it’s a whisper but from the way your body shivers Rhys knows that the name speaks to you. Does his voice speak to you? Do you even remember? “I just want to be free”, you mutter, “Help me get free”. Rhys watches your body sag and his legs move forward before he can even think. Arms reaching for your body. Desperate to break your fall. To save you from this at least in hopes this would somehow make a difference.

Rhys sits by your side from the moment Madja lets him in. She’s doubtful about you waking up soon. Even more doubtful if it’s good for Rhys to be there. And a part of him knows it too but he can’t help it. It’s as if he’s pulled to you. By the need to see you. To know that he hasn’t just imagined you. Your eyes flutter open after a week of nothing but shallow breathing. Your body feels heavy and achy. The walls surrounding you are unfamiliar. But there are no shackles. No ropes. You’re in a big bed. With silk sheets around you. And then your eyes land on a male sitting in the chair. He’s watching you. But watching you as if observing a wild animal that might flee after a move too sudden.

“How are you feeling?”, he speaks up and his voice alone scratches something deep inside your brain. Something you should know. But you don’t. You can’t reach. “I’m Rhys. You’re in my court. You’re safe”, he continues, leaning in slightly, moving to reach for your hand that you quickly pull closer to your chest. You see the hurt flash in his eyes. But it disappears almost immediately. He bares your features. His eyes are your eyes and that’s enough to make your heart pick up. Is he family? A far down-the-line relative?

“You look at me like you know me…”, you mutter, feeling your eyes burn, “but i don’t know you”. Rhys takes a shaky breath and you could swear his hands are trembling. But he smiles regardless, “That’s okay, we have time”. You watch him for a moment, a stranger in front of you. They said that you had no one. There was no one out there for you. “What if I don’t want to know you?”, that’s a blow that leaves a permanent mark on his face, the frown line between his eyebrows. “That’s okay too. I won’t force you”, Rhys’s voice grows shaky, “All you need to know is that you are safe. I and my people will keep you safe. You told me that you wanted to be free. You’re free now”. He stands up quietly. Pushing the chair to the side. You catch a glimpse of a female standing at the door as he moves to leave the room. The door isn’t fully closed when a sob slips past his lips. She embraces him and it’s all muffled by the closed door.

“She’s wiped clean”, Helion’s words send another blow at Rhys’s chest. “There might be bits of her past there but… this will have to be gradual Rhys, if it all was taken from her, getting all the memories back might fry her brain out”, Helion crosses his arms over his chest watching you in one of his gardens. Hand outstretched to one of his Pegasus. He remembered the little girl. Sat on his knee. Mischievous little thing, he had called you. Now it felt like looking at a ghost. “But is there even a slither of hope?”, Rhys asks, desperately trying to cling to the future where you would recognize him. Helion sighed, “Take this advice from me, someone older than you”, turning to face Rhys, whose troubled face had grown ashy over the past month. “Creat memories with her from now. Build her up from nothing and that alone might make her remember” But how could he? How could anyone just wipe out the grief and terror? The feeling of losing someone and then finding them back once more.

Azriel had sunk to his knees in the room you had laid unconscious for a week. He knew you were mates even then. Both young and careless. He remembered your first kiss. Rushed and messy in one of Rhys’s father’s stables. You had pulled him out. Had been his haven ever since your mother had taken both him and Cass in. Losing you had messed with his head. He had mourned you just the same. Had closed off his heart for anyone. Meaningless fling got easier with time but he still caught himself thinking of you. Calling out your name. Leaving the females snarling at him.

Azriel thought that glimpses of cells. Of you locked up. Scared and crying were nothing but a fickle of imagination. He saw you drawing night skies. He saw you kill. But now he knew that it had been your unconsciousness calling to him. Zaps of bond binding you both connecting momentarily. He hated himself. He hated that he did nothing. That he had let go. Had given up. But they had found the body. Berried someone. Someone who wasn’t you. Azriel only visited once. That one time and then he erased himself out of the equation. Because maybe it was better that way. Because he wasn’t worthy of your love. He couldn’t protect you after all.

Rhys was happy with that choice too. It was petty but he didn’t want to share you with anyone. Not that he had you. Any part of you. Because nothing changed. He talked. Told you stories but you just shook your head. You didn’t know him. You didn’t trust him. And nothing he did made any breakthrough.

It was the night Azriel had accidentally walked into the study where you and Rhys were. Ready to drop off the reports he had written for the week’s work. His black shirt is slightly unbuttoned. Sleeves rolled up. Your eyes had drifted away from the painting towards the man standing in the hallway. Man your eyes always seemed to find. Man who had been avoiding you ever since you got here. It painted you slightly. It was the only person you seemed to want to reach but he was the only one keeping the furthest away.

Your eyes landed on his arms. The dim light dancing on the black ink snaking up his left arm. The book you held slipped past your fingers. Clattering to the floor with a thud. “Y/n, dear, is everything alright?”, Rhys was in front of you in an instant. Worried face searching yours. “Your left shoulder”, you muttered, pointing at Azriel. He halted in his movement. The handful of papers stuck midair. “Show me your left shoulder”, you muttered.

Azriel’s eyes looked up at you, “What for?”, it was colder. He was protecting whatever was there. Holding onto the last part of you he had. You stepped past Rhys. “I know that… pattern”, you muttered. “It’s old Illyrian”, Rhys cut in but Azriel only lifted his hand. “Please, I…”, the fuzziness around you ripped as you reached for your dress, yanking the sleeve off, bearing your shoulders to Azriel. His jaw clenched, as he looked away for a moment. And then he ripped his shirt open. And there it was. The same pattern all across his shoulder as well.

Taking a shaky breath you let your head fall into your hands, “You chose it…” A light sob slipped past Azriel’s lips, “I did”, he nodded watching you. “Because you were a bitch about it”, turning to Rhys you pointed a finger at him. “You matted my baby sister behind my back?”, Rhys hissed, the jumble of emotions was making everyone drown. “Mom knew about it, she approved”, you whispered, “Where’s Mom?” Your eyes looked up at Rhys. He slowly shook his head. Another wave of flashes floats through you. You reached back in a frantic breath, “Where are my wings?” An angry tear slipped down Rhys’s face. “Where are they? Where is she?”, you looked among them. Feeling panic slowly drowning you. “Come here”, Azriel pulled at your head, bringing your face to his chest. “No, don’t smother me”, you pushed against him, but Azriel held on tight, holding your shaking form, feeling the burning gaze of his high lord, “I’ve got you. It will settle. Just breathe with me”.

[dragonitepaw]

Hi! I love your super paper Mario AU, could you tell us more about it?

Waaaah Im glad you like it 🥹 i havent got too much on it as of right now but I have plans to develop it more once ive finished my uni project !!

as right now though here are some of the details/character roles:

Mario - Kirby Luigi - Bandee Bowser - Dedede Peach - either Tiff/Fumu (from the anime) or potentially Adeleine I haven't decided on that yet, originally i went straight for Fumu but i got a comment saying Adeleine would be a great fit too !! it all depends on whether i wanna include anime characters or not

Count Bleck - Meta Knight Tippi/Timpani - Galacta Knight (its their love story bc metagala forever 🫶) Nastasia - Sailor Dee O'chunks - Mace Knight Mimi - Javelin (the other meta-knights would be present too but have less of a role in the story as those 3)

Dimentio - Marx ^^^ originally i was gonna have vul as dimentio as i wanted all of count bleck's minions to be the meta-knights, but it also makes sense for the one non meta-knight character to be the one to betray them and marx just fits perfectly thematically >:)

as a little extra Merlon would be Morpho Knight which is my explanation for why Galacta Knight appears as a pixl butterfly, Morpho having the butterfly motif is my justification for the sense around galacta being their own butterfly that isnt just the morpho butterfly :)

okay now with characters done with,, the general narrative is the same destroying the world after galacta/tippi is "gone" but more fit around the ancients and heroes of yore lore being the driving point for meta and galacta meeting and forming a bond which then leads to the events of the game:

Meta's family (the tribe of darkness) were responsible for trying to end the world before using the dark prophecy (to make their own world and have the power to govern it) - meta being younger at this time had no say in what happened, Nightmare is the head of the family and the one who attempting to end the world (but thats not too important as nightmare plays no role in the main story anyways its just context).

The heroes of Yore (which includes Galacta as the hero of heart going off of my own personal hcs) were the ones to stop the family and strike some sort of deal that prevented them from using the dark prognosticus, saying if they were to try such a thing again then the heroes would be less merciful and banish the entire tribe away, knowing the heroes were more than powerful enough to live up to their threat the nightmare gave in, and the dark prognosticus was hidden away by the heroes to prevent the dark prophecy from being initiated once again.

Years down the line (much like in the original story) meta ends up getting injured and galacta comes across him, nursing him back to health. Meta didnt know about the heroes of yore and their threat to the family so wasnt aware of who galacta was, vice verca with galacta they werent aware meta was part of the tribe of darkness at the time. the two bond and eventually fall in love <3

Eventually nightmare finds out about and becomes enraged about his son and the enemy in such a relationship. He scolds meta and tells him not to go near Galacta again as the heroes 'ruined everything for them' and 'befriending them will only ever bring trouble to their family' in attempt to protect his son from them. however, meta doesn't listen as he's head over heels in love with Galacta at this point. In retaliation, Nightmare uses all of his magic to produce a strong spell to seal Galacta away in a crystal, in a far off dimension so Galacta and meta cannot meet again, as a way of protecting Meta and stopping any trouble from coming to their family.

Like in the original, Meta becomes devastated but enraged by the loss of Galacta, thinking they're dead and not seeing worth in a world without them. finding minions through the meta-knights and tracking down the dark prognosticus, Meta decides to bring about the dark prophecy and spawn the void, starting the beginning of the end.

Morpho comes across the crystal with galacta sealed within it. The amount of power needed to unseal them is a lot, and so Morpho not being powerful enough by themself, inwardly uses galactas life force alongside their own magical ability to unseal them, though this results in galacta becoming very weak and in order to save them, Morpho turns them into a pixl, and like tippi in the original story galacta loses all memory of who they were before being a pixl.

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thats the main stuff i have for now which when looking over it,, is quite a bit 😅 there are still some aspects i need to adjust/change, the main one being the formation of the chaos heart bc if i have tiff/adeleine in peach's role i am not having them get forcefully married to king dedede 💀 for obvious reasons

^^ my initial thoughts are just having the chaos heart form from meta's pain and emotions, we will see i will be developing and thinking about it more once i have the free time :)

Thank you for the ask and I hope this was interesting to read :00

[miradelletarot]

Please give us some random facts about Sagora like how does Sagora smile? Does she show teeth? Also is she a elf or an half-elf?

You wanna know about my wittle baby!? 🥹 I'm honored!

She's a wood, half-elf, in her mid 30s (half elves age at the same rate as humans do, they just live longer as my understanding goes with D&D lore).

Before the events with the absolute, she was actually preparing to take her mother's place as the first druid of their Grove. But then she met Gale, saved the world, and the rest is history lol (if you're not reading it, you should check out my series on AO3. It was intended as a way for me to flesh out her backstory!)

She's also horribly afraid of spiders. So much so that she avoids wild shaping into one at all costs. Unfortunately, I never wrote about it (though I wish I had,) but I had this funny little idea that during their adventure she had to wild shape into a giant spider and walked in front of a mirror forgetting that she was one and freaked out. All eight spindly legs splayed out around her as she scrambled around in an absolute panic.

Of course, Astarion laughed at her as did everyone else... Gale included. But, he stifled his laughter and helped her back on her feet. All eight of them LOL. In fact, he thought it was really cute actually. (Damn it, now I wish I had written this as part of a feelings realization chapter in my series but oh well.)

She also had a tendency to find injured animals as a child (in all shapes and sizes,) and spend her days nursing them back to health so she could release them back into the wild. She hated seeing them hurt and helpless. Definitely an animals are better than people kinda person 😂 #DruidThings

As for her smile? Well now, that all depends on the situation! If she's talking to Gale, it can range anywhere from the shy half smile to a full-blown face scrunching grin. He has that way about him...able to draw out the peak of every good feeling from her. He loves to see her smile, and will stop at nothing to see it.

Usually though, when dealing with others she's not as comfortable with, she'll offer a mouth-closed kinda smile. Simple, polite. Nothing flashy. Close friends and family get the full display... Mostly because she endured a lot of trauma (a LOT) so she really needs to warm up to you, or feel a strong connection intuitively that let's her know she can trust you.

Thanks so much for the Ask, Anon! I hope you enjoyed me yapping about my favorite OC hehe 😁

[plaidbooks]

Cabin Life - First Date

A/N: I seriously fell in love with this AU so hard. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in a cabin with Sonny. Once again, thanks to @berniesilvas for fueling this AU and letting me scream at her about woodsman!Sonny.

Tags: injured birds, otherwise none

Words: 1529

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After that meeting, Sonny called you, asking you on a date. You weren’t quite sure what to expect; you were still new in coming back to the woods, and you weren’t sure what a date really entailed. But, your parents were quick to mention, if it was a date with Sonny Carisi, then it would be fine.

“Everyone loves Sonny; he’s the nicest guy around, and a breath of fresh air in the community,” your mom said.

He showed up at your place that afternoon; he lived in a cabin about a mile away. Within walking distance, but not something you would particularly do on your own. He didn’t seem to mind, though; he wasn’t even out of breath.

“Hey doll. I was thinking we could go for a stroll in the woods? There’s a meadow in between our cabins that’s just breathtakin’ in the setting sunlight,” he said, smiling.

You agreed, grabbing your coat; the autumn air was starting to get a little chilly. Your parents greeted him, and he waved back, telling them he’d bring you home at a decent hour. You stifled a chuckle; you were both in your late 20s.

Your shoes crunched over the leaves covering the ground, Sonny crunching along right beside you. He was telling you about his family, about how they wanted him to visit for Thanksgiving, so he’d have to go back to Staten. As he talked, your hands brushed, and you gently took his hand in yours. He tripped over his words for a moment, then smiled and interlaced his fingers with yours before continuing on.

It had barely seemed like you had been with him before you were coming out of a copse of trees into a meadow. Soft grass to your knees swayed in the gentle breeze, and bees buzzed from flower to flower. The sunlight was dimming as the sun sunk beneath the trees.

“Wow,” you breathed, and Sonny squeezed your hand.

He took a step into the meadow, then stopped and turned to look at you. “Just wait; it gets better,” he promised. Eyes wide with awe, you let him guide you forward into the meadow, your eyes trying to take it all in. It was simply beautiful.

Rabbits hopped through the grass on the other side of the meadow, and you caught a family of deer standing just beyond the trees, watching you.

“Ohh! Lavender!” you announced, your eyes finding the purple flower swaying just to the right of you.

Sonny turned and found it. “I love lavender; it smells so good.”

“It’s a natural stress reliever! I infuse it with my oils and lotions,” you replied, smiling at him.

His eyes widened slightly. “Ya do? Do ya make lots of oils and lotions?”

“I’m trying to make more, actually, as well as soap; I only just started researching natural, herbal remedies. Now, if only I could keep my lavender alive,” you said sheepishly.

He gave you a grin. “Ya know, I grow lavender, too, fer the bees. Maybe I could take a look at yours? See if I can help?”

“Oh, would you please? I’d be so grateful!”

“Absolutely, doll. And maybe once ya have some oils, I can buy some off ya.”

You gave him a look. “You’re not giving me a cent; you didn’t charge me for that slice of apple pie, and I’m not charging you for oils. Besides, here.” You took a lavender flower between your thumb and forefinger, crushing it, then held your fingers to his nose. “Smell.”

He did as you asked, the intake of air tickling your skin. “That smells amazing,” he sighed.

“You can do that for a quick rush of stress relief; it’s for a quick fix, not long term. But it helps,” you explained.

He grinned widely at you. “Well, I’m certainly not stressed right now.”

You opened your mouth to slip out a retort when you heard a little chirping by your feet. You glanced down and Sonny must’ve heard it, too, because he also looked. He gently parted a patch of grass and uncovered a baby bird there. It looked barely old enough to leave its nest, so why was it there?

Sonny quickly ripped his plaid jacket off his shoulders—exposing the tight, white shirt and his strong arms—then swooped down. Carefully, he picked up the bird, who was chirping incessantly now.

“Poor little thing; probably didn’t succeed in his first flight,” he cooed, his expression soft as he looked at the creature. Then, he glanced up at you. “I’m sorry, doll. Do ya mind terribly if we cut our date a little short? I wanna take this little birdy home, make sure it’s okay before releasin’ him.”

You felt your respect for him grow. “Not at all. Mind if I tag along?”

“I’d love that,” he replied, smiling. 

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You followed Sonny to his cabin, the bird chirping constantly. He brought it inside, placing it on his kitchen table and taking a seat in front of it. You sat down next to him and watched the bird while he scrolled through article after article on his phone pertaining to nursing birds back to health.

“Okay, so, this here says that the bird may just be in shock, and to put it in a cardboard box with a slightly ajar lid or towel. Then wait ta see if it flies away,” Sonny explained.

You nodded. “Should we take it back to the meadow, then?”

“Yeah; it’s a lil’ far, and I don’t think he’ll know how ta get back….”

You stood, smiling, “then let’s take it back.”

Sonny found a small box, and he put the bird—still nestled in his jacket—inside. Then he gingerly picked up the box, and you both headed back the way you came.

“I’m sorry, doll,” he said after a few steps. “I’m just draggin’ ya all over the place, and fer no real reason, and we missed the sun settin’ in the meadow.” He looked to the darkening sky, and picked up the pace of his steps.

You placed your hand on his shoulder. “Sonny, you have nothing to be sorry for; you were trying to help an animal in need. If anything, that makes you more attractive.”

A pink tint appeared on his ears and the spots on his cheek that his beard didn’t cover. “You really think I’m attractive?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “One of the most attractive people I’ve met.” That dopey smile of his grew twice as wide.

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You both waited in the meadow until the baby bird finally regained its senses and flew from the box. Then Sonny figured it was time to take you home. You linked your arm with his as you walked, and he walked closer to you, your body heat colliding.Once at your cabin, you searched for something to say, to keep him there; you weren’t ready to say goodnight yet.

“Oh! The lavender!” you announced, and Sonny smiled, as if he knew you were delaying. You tugged him back to your herb garden, and he took a close look at your slowly dying lavender with the light of his phone’s flashlight. He touched the crumbling leaves, then the soil, his brow furrowed.

“What kinda soil are ya usin’?” he asked, his voice serious.

You rose an eyebrow. “Just…regular, I guess?”

He nodded before looking up at the black sky covered in stars, judging what, you didn’t know. “Ya may need ta replant it elsewhere,” he finally said. “Ya need soil with good drainage; this soil is a little compacted. If ya separated it from the others, put it in soil mixed with grit, it should do wonders here.”

“Ugh, you’re a godsend, Sonny. I’ll dig it up and replant it tomorrow. Thank you so much,” you replied, giving him a hug.

He chuckled into your ear. “Don’t thank me yet; wait ta see if that fixes the problem first.”

You leaned back, nodding and smiling at him. He grinned back, and then you were kissing, his beard tickling your chin. You both still had your arms around the other, holding each other close as your lips moved against one another. He licked your lips, and you sighed, letting his tongue explore your mouth, rubbing and dancing with your own.

Slowly, he pulled his lips from yours, then snuck another small kiss, then another, and another. Finally, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing in the other’s air.

“Best. First date. Ever,” you murmured, and he huffed out a laugh against your lips.

“Even with the bird?” he asked, making you laugh this time.

“Especially with the bird,” you replied, and he smirked before kissing you again. You could never tire of his lips against yours, his beard tickling your chin, leaving a slight rash. Your hands when to his soft hair, and you grabbed a handful, giving him a soft tug. Everywhere he touched sent fire through you, and with his body pressed up against yours, it felt like you were an inferno. And you knew that from this moment on, you didn’t want to be put out.

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

tell me about your magical girl/mascot ocs!

OOOOOOOOOO THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST, HANG ON TIGHT!!!!!!!!

MAGICAL GIRL OCS:

ABOUT PRECIOUS PRETTY PAW/MAY HILLBARROW:

Her story is basically a retelling of The Story of Doctor Dolittle, except her ability to talk to animals comes from her being a magical girl!

(in her normal civilian form) She is currently 15 years old and a High School Sophomore student in Meadow Bay High

(in her civilian form) Her mom is a zookeeper named Annie-May and her dad is a veterinarian named Zack

(Copy-Pasted) May Hillbarrow obtained her ability to talk to animals and all of her other magical girl powers when she aided a squirrel with an injured leg she found in the forest while hiking one day. When May nursed the squirrel back to health, the squirrel revealed himself to be a lost prince from a magical forest kingdom that resides in a hidden mountain that’s outside of the town May lives in (the mountain forest kingdom has been a really old urban legend that’s been in the character’s hometown for a long time), as a thank you for healing him, he gave her a necklace that has a jade stone on it that gave her all of the abilities she has now!

Her two main items are the Pa Pa Paton (her wand) and the Precious Paw Satchel (her bag that holds all her items). You can find out more about them and her other items here!

More info can be found here and here!

ABOUT FRITILLARY THE PLAYGROUND FAIRY/POPPYBELLE JONES:

Her design was gifted to me by a very good internet friend of mine as she was based off of kidcore and fairycore aesthetics (thank u for gifting me her if you read this my friend!)

I based her story/premise combining the plots/character types of Magical Princess Minky Momo and Persia, the Magic Fairy

Her story is basically that one day while playing around the grass of her favorite playground to go to, she found a magic wand among the grass and met a magical butterfly named Lemoncreme (who happens to live inside the wand)!, he then assigned her the mission of rejuvenating the Joy Energy of the people around her (via using her magic powers to get them to have fun and play games to regain their inner child)

(in her normal civilian form) She is currently an 8 year old Third Grader in SunTop Elementary School

More info can be found here and here!

MASCOT OCS:

ABOUT LEMONCREME:

Over the time that he and Fritillary/PoppyBelle have known each other, Lemoncreme has become what would be considered a mentor and big brother figure to her

A lot like how Tambourine's abilities from Floral Magician Mary Bell, he is able to help Fritillary with her main transformation from her civilian form to her magical girl form, her outfit transformations (depending on what she needs/what occasion is going on at the moment), and helps with stronger spells as well!

He also helps PoppyBelle with cooking/baking as a hobby they both do for fun

More info about him can be found right here!

ABOUT BIRCH:

He is an American Beaver that was gifted to May by her parents when was was 12 years old (he was gifted to her last)

He's the kid archetype you would usually see in other sources, but with a little side of wanting to be a hero and that failing epically most the time

Despite this, he is still a very sweet, kind-hearted beaver who loves to help and sees May/PPP as a big sister figure

More info about him can be found here!

ABOUT TAFFY:

He is a Green Python that was gifted to May by her parents when she was 11 years old (she got him second)!

He's the calm and wise sage type personality wise, but he also has a side of him that'll laugh in your face if ever ignore his advice, or do something that he thinks is, not-so-smart

More info will be found right here!

ABOUT PLUM:

She is a Purple Parakeet that was gifted to May by her parents when she was 10 years old (she got Plum first)!

She is very much a wanna-be princess type that just would LOVE to be able to become a fashion model admired by millions

More info about her will be found right right here!

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AHHHHHHHH THANK YOU SOSOSO VERY MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT MY MAGICAL GIRL OCS IT WAS RLLY FUN!!!!

I promise that I'll come up with more in-depth info, and maybe even stories/fics about them as well!

Thank you again and hope to see you again someday! Have an amazing day!!

[softbiker]

Bucky Barnes Oneshot

Warnings: a couple of bad words

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: After being injured on a mission, Bucky winds up spending a day with the Avengers newest recruit. Bucky x Reader

A/N: This is my submission for @nacho-bucky ‘s writing challenge! My prompt was ‘the smell of freshly baked bread’. As a side note, I drank a whole pot of coffee yesterday and wrote this in one afternoon, so it’s also unedited :) As always, let me know what you think! 

By the time the quinjet is an hour out from New York, Bucky Barnes is in an irredeemably foul mood.

Breaking up terror cells in Germany was supposed to be an easy mission - in and out, with the practiced ease of their well-oiled strike team. Really, they took the mission to spare German special forces the trouble...that, and a potential connection to an old Red Room contact of Natasha’s. With their “dream team” (Sam’s words, not Bucky’s) of Cap, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha, this should have been a light op, a scrimmage, Nerf ball.

Turns out superheroing is a contact sport, and they’ve got the bombs and broken ribs to prove it. A train station, a decoy, and an explosive device Natasha failed to disarm. With Sam coordinating civilian evacuation, there had only been a couple dozen injuries, but the suspect had slipped away, leaving them bruised and empty-handed.

Bucky had taken a brutal hit as he pulled Nat to safety, and now he is curled in his seat on the jet, metal hand holding his ribcage. He watches Steve scowl in the cockpit, jaw unflinchingly tight as he goes over the mission in his head. The captain doesn’t know how to let things go - never has, never will. Sam is actually piloting the quinjet, making unreturned small talk about a basketball game he went to last weekend. Natasha sits across from Bucky, a Stark tablet in her hands, dissecting bomb schematics and diagrams of diffusion techniques. There’s a little scab of dried blood on her bottom lip that she pokes at with her tongue, red brows lowered in concentration.

Bucky is exhausted - his hair smells like dust and smoke, his mouth is tangy and dry. There’s dried sweat underneath his uniform and he itches and his feet are hot in his boots and his ribs really fucking hurt. He lets his head fall back against the seat, and wishes they were home already.

**********

She pops her head up over the back of the couch when she hears them. What a sight they make: Bucky, propped up on Steve’s shoulder, Natasha dust-covered and buried in her tablet, Sam still sweaty and tugging at the harness on his suit. She still smiles, tentative but kind.

“Hi guys.” She lifts her fingers in a little wave. “Everyone okay?”

Bucky grunts in response; Natasha says nothing, making a beeline for her room and a shower. Sam, without doubt the most talkative person on the team, props himself on a stool and blows a harsh breath past his lips.

“We’re alright, yeah,” he sighed. “Barnes is a little beat up but he’ll get over it - he’s just  dramatic.”

“Fuck you, too, Wilson.” Bucky flips Sam off over his shoulder as they hobble towards the elevators.

She winces, not yet used to their harsh banter.

“Hey man, be nice in front of the rookie, alright?” Sam hollers, mock-offended. “You’re creating a hostile work environment!”

Steve chuckles a little at that, jostling Bucky’s tender ribs, which makes him scowl at his best friend.

“Bucky is a hostile work environment,” Steve deadpans. They’ve reached the elevator, and shuffle inside, turning to face the common room. Bucky catches the rookie’s eyes as she giggles behind her hand.

“She’s fine,” he rolls his eyes, sparing a wink for the rookie. “When I make it hostile, bird brain, you’ll know.”

The elevator doors close, and he leans on Steve a little heavier, and jabs his elbow into Steve’s stomach.

“Thanks a lot for that, by the way,” he huffs.

“What?” Steve feigns innocence, and very poorly. “Didn’t know you were so worried about making a good impression on the rookie.”

“I’m - I’m not.”

“Uh huh.”

“Shut up.”

They meet Dr. Banner in the medical wing where his lab adjoins the clinic; Sam had messaged him half an hour ago that they were inbound with a broken supersoldier, and Bruce had taken the liberty of setting up some of his supplies. Of all the doctors on staff, Bucky favored Dr. Banner - he was mild and soft-spoken enough to not trigger Bucky’s anxiety, in spite of the needles and IV drips and the snapping of latex gloves.

An X-ray and some bandages later, Bucky is removed from the active duty list for two weeks.

“Even with your advanced healing factor, I wanna be careful with this,” Bruce says, taking off his glasses to scratch the side of his nose. “I mean, your medical history is a little blurry, to say the least - and with all the shit HYDRA pulled, who knows what kind of stress your bones have been through before.” He taps away on his tablet, notifying FRIDAY and the admin system to remove Bucky from the roster. “In the meantime, take it easy - no missions, no training, no lifting weights. Probably avoid the motorcycle, too. I’ll check on them again in two weeks, and we’ll go from there.”

Steve is nodding - he never leaves Bucky by himself in medical - and crosses his arms. Neither of them have changed out of their uniforms yet, and in this sterile observation room, Bucky can finally smell the layers of grime and sweat clinging to them. His nose wrinkles when he gets a little whiff of himself, feeling bad for the nurse who bandaged his ribs.

“Oh I almost forgot -” Bruce turns around and reaches for something on his lab bench. A little blue bottle, full of round white pills. “Here. I developed these for the two of you - since you metabolize normal painkillers so quickly, I figured we might need something that would work in the event you sustain heavy injuries which…well, seemed likely. Take 2 every 4 hours, okay?”

His metal fingers grip the little bottle, rattling the tablets inside.

“Sure thing, doc.”

**********

She lifts the hem of her shirt, wiping at the sweat on her forehead, and leans against the wall of the gym. Her breath comes in short pants as her chest heaves, trying to cool down from her last bout with Agent Romanoff.

“Heads up.”

Her hands barely make it up in time to catch the flying water bottle headed for her face.

“Good catch,” Romanoff smirks a little. She’s sweating, too, but in a way that’s decidedly more sexy, little red curls hanging by her face. She looks fresh from a Pilates class, not a suicide workout - the rookie can feel the heat of her own face, the sweat drenching her clothes, and knows she’s not nearly as glowing as her trainer.

“You did really good today,” Romanoff continues. She keeps saying to call her “Natasha” but that is so hard to do with a woman so intimidating her alias is one of the world’s deadliest animals. “Really good. You’ve shown tons of improvement since we started. I’m going to recommend we start letting you shadow on missions in a couple more weeks.”

“Wow, really?” Her face lit up in spite of her exhaustion.

“Sure.” Natasha smiles. “I know it’s gotten a little boring, having you go through all of this.”

“Boring” was an understatement. Despite having a few years of experience under her belt - well, according to Tony Stark, vigilantism barely counts as “experience” - the rookie was assigned to a training program for her first couple of months on the team.

“Too much of a risk to put you in the field right away,” Stark had rattled off, handing her forms to sign and an official t-shirt (‘Look Mom! I’m an Avenger!’) and a tablet with a map of the compound. “Legal says we can avoid liability issues with a training program before we gradually phase you in, and I’m inclined to agree, so! Welcome to the team, but not officially!”

Her days consisted of early morning workouts, followed by combat and tactical training with Black Widow herself, and then...well, not much. There was research, of course, and she stayed on top of the intelligence briefings with the rest of the team. She went to meetings and official dinners and unofficial karaoke nights, but the rest of her time was mostly her own. Frankly, she was chomping at the bit to get back out there, in the action. Helping people.

“Well, hopefully it’ll pay off,” she sighs, giving Agent Romanoff an exhausted smile. “I wouldn’t want to be the weak link on the team.”

“You won’t be, believe me,” Natasha shakes her head. With a glance at her watch, she picks up her own water bottle and heads for the door. “Now I’ve gotta run, Skype meeting with Fury in 5. I’ll see you later, Rookie!”

**********

Bucky Barnes was feeling good.

Like, damn good.

Like, ‘Banner should label his controlled substances’ good.

Thing is, post-HYDRA and post-fugitive and post-cognitive reconstruction therapy, Bucky was more mentally okay than he had been in decades. He had the occasional rough day, and he definitely wasn’t perfect by any means, but with the shrinks that Stark had on retainer, he was getting better at dealing with it all. His physical health, however, was more of a moving target. In spite of receiving a bastardized supersoldier serum, he had been pumped full of so much other shit and gone through so much physical stress that his body had fundamentally shifted equilibrium. Multiple appointments with Dr. Cho and Shuri revealed that his chronic pain may never fully heal - if it did, it would be a very gradual process. Normal painkillers in reasonable doses did nothing for him, so Bucky settled in to his discomfort, carrying it the way he carried his knives and his scars - always.

24 hours into his medical leave, a few doses of pills down, and he couldn’t feel a single ounce of pain in his body - he shifted his awareness to each part of himself, like that guided meditation thing Wanda did sometimes, and he couldn’t find the pain, not even lurking behind the muscle and metal. He might be a little miffed at being off the active duty roster, but if his whole vacation is going to feel like this? Well, he doesn’t mind to let Steve handle the next threat to world peace.

With his schedule suddenly wide open, Bucky wonders what he’ll do with his day. He can’t remember the last time he truly had nothing to do - it’s an exciting prospect. So he lets himself ease through his morning, sleeping in, long hot shower, slipping on those plush Black Widow pajama pants Nat gave him as a gag gift. He knows everyone else will have had their breakfast and moved on to morning briefings and training drills by now, and he wanders down to the kitchen in the hopes that they’ve left him some coffee.

He sees her there, perched on a stool at the island and frowning at the tablet in her hand. There’s a little scrunch to her nose when she does that, he notices.

“Good morning,” he says softly, trying and failing not to startle her.

“Oh, hey Bucky,” she smiles, watches him round the island to the coffee pot on the counter. “I didn’t see you there.”

“S’okay. I’m quiet.”

“You didn’t get tapped for the recovery mission? They’re going after your suspect from Berlin again, I think.”

“Oh, I’m off missions for two weeks.” He turns, giant ‘Don’t forget to be awesome’ mug gripped in his metal hand. “Banner’s orders. You didn’t hear about my smashed ribs?”

“Oh no, I guess not - are you okay?” Suddenly she’s concerned, and a little sheepish. “Sorry, I’m still a little out of the loop I guess.”

He feels guilty for that - she’s eager, bright, kind, a brilliant recruit. But it can take a while before you’re ‘in’ with the team. Not because they exclude her, but, well - a group made up of outsiders has a hard time adding new faces to the mix.

“Don’t apologize. Not your fault.” Bucky digs around in a jar on the counter for a few sugar packets, dumping them into his mug. “Anyways, I’m off the roster for now. Gotta figure out something to do with myself, I guess.”

Her smile is slow, ducked under pretty lashes - he really needs to stop noticing these things.

“Would you - I mean, you can hang out with me if you want?” She chews on her lip. “I’m done for today - my training with Natasha ended early and they didn’t need me in on the briefing so…”

The rookie was lonely - he could see that, anyone could. The fact is, between their own training and missions, it had been a little hard for the team to spend very much time with her. Bucky himself was often a bit of a loner in his free time, preferring to hole up in his room with books and movies rather than go out for drinks or another karaoke night. And yet, he found himself feeling eager at the thought of spending a relaxing day with the new recruit, getting to know her a little, hearing that funny little laugh through her nose.

“Sounds great, Rookie - what did ya have in mind?”

**********

“Okay, I just wanna go on the record and say I called it. I called it!” She’s grinning. “I knew you would love this.”

“Well, hey, in my defense, I’ve never hated beautiful women.”

She just rolls her eyes, kicks her feet out to rest on the coffee table in front of them. There’s a pile of DVD’s, all hers, laying across the surface, picked through and ranked in order of what was most important for Bucky to see. His film education was obviously lacking, considering he missed out on 70 years of movies, and didn’t even know what he liked anymore, so he was content to let her pick. After raiding the kitchen for an array of snacks, they settled in, opposite ends of the same couch with a bowl of popcorn and dark chocolate M&M’s between them.

Approximately 20 minutes into the movie, Steve appears, just passing through for an apple from the fridge. He stops in his tracks behind the couch, the crunch of the fruit in his mouth just above their heads.

“What is this?” he says around his mouthful. If his Ma could see him now, Bucky thinks.

“It’s called ‘How to Marry a Millionaire’ - came out in 1953,” she answers, smiling over her shoulder at him. “It’s one of my favorites honestly.”

“That’s - that’s Lauren Bacall!” Steve perks up, smacking Bucky’s shoulder.

“Yeah, punk,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “Betty Grable’s in it, too.”

“No shit!” Steve is grinning now, and he gives the rookie a conspiratorial look. “Y’know, Bucky used to have her pin-up poster. The one in the white bathing suit? Had it in his suitcase when he shipped out.”

“Oh, really?” She’s looking at him now, eyes sparkling at the rosy blush climbing up Bucky’s cheeks. “Betty Grable, huh?”

He clears his throat. “Well, everybody had that picture, I mean...it’s famous for a reason. All the boys had ‘em.”

“No, no, I get that,” she shrugs. “I just had you pegged as more the Rita Hayworth type, that’s all.”

It takes him back for a second, Steve too, that she knows these starlets, that they could’ve been having this same conversation 75 years ago. He can see that look in Steve’s eyes, sly and knowing as they slide towards him. Bucky works his mouth, tries to control his smile.

“Well, nothing wrong with her either,” he drawls, spreading his arms along the back of the couch. “But did you see Grable’s legs?”

“I just thought you might’ve had a thing for redheads!” she laughs.

“They’re alright, I guess - now Dugan on the other hand…”

Neither of them notices Steve leave the room, tossing the apple in his hand and a huge dopey grin on his face.

**********

“Tell me again what the recipe says?”

“One cup of pumpkin puree.”

“Oh - shit, I thought you said one can.”

She smacks her forehead. “No wonder the batter is so goopy!” She rolls her eyes playfully. “You’re trying to ruin my bread, Barnes.”

“I swear I’m not, doll - it was an accident.”

“Okay, new plan - we just make a double batch since the can has two cups in it.”

She shuffles around behind him, grabbing her flour and sugar and sour cream and other ingredients, hands flurrying to measure and fix the dough. It’s mid-afternoon now, a couple of movies down, and they (she) decided they needed to get in the fall spirit by baking a ridiculous amount of...breads. The banana bread is already in the oven, the pumpkin will be on its way as soon as she fixes his mistake, and a blueberry bread (made from muffin mix) is next on the list.

“But...what’s so special about making it into breads?” He had asked, causing her to look at him like an idiot.

“Ask me that again after you try them, Bucky.”

So he shut up and cracked eggs and sifted flour, stirring when her arm got tired. He was already regretting his words now that the smell of the banana bread was drifting towards him from the ovens, and he had to admit the pumpkin and cinnamon from her bowl was making his stomach growl. With all the bowls and measuring cups laying around, they were making enough sweet breads to feed an army, but hey - the Avengers are practically a small army of their own. And besides, Bucky intends on taking an entire loaf - baker’s privilege.

He decides that he likes watching her work, bouncing around the kitchen, some oldies playlist on the speakers, her tongue poking out between her lips. She’s got her sweater sleeves pushed up over her elbows - he had to help with that, after she got dough on them. This song is good, too, and he wants to ask her who wrote it-

“Are you gonna stand there staring at me, or are you gonna help?” she quips over her shoulder. He has no idea when he last smiled so much.

“You’re the boss, Rookie.”

**********

She’s got her feet in his lap now, and they haven’t said a word in an hour, and Bucky doesn’t even remember taking his last dose or two of his pain pills but he doesn’t feel a goddamn thing.

There’s a huge book in her lap, Stephen King - a favorite, he’s learned.

“I read at least one of his books every year in October,” she tells him. “You know, to get ready for spooky season.”

“Spooky season? What the hell is that?”

“You know, Halloween time!” she smacks his arm. “It’s Halloween first, Buck, you gotta get in the spirit.”

“I’m -” he sputters, face drawn in the most adorably confused look. “Halloween first?”

She hands him a book of his own and now here they are - he’s 20 pages into The Shining, but he’s stopped paying attention because she’s yawning behind her book and her eyes are fluttering shut, and it shouldn’t be as distracting as it is.

He forces his eyes down to his own page, to Jack Torrance and haunted hotels, but they’re drawn back up when her book finally drops the rest of the way to her lap. Her head slumps sideways onto the back of the couch, mouth open just a little. He draws the blanket down around her feet and tucks it in a little tighter, but other than that, doesn’t move a muscle. He’s just fine right here, thank you.

He’s sinking in again, driving up the twisting mountain road to the Overlook, when his phone buzzes in his pocket. Carefully - in the way highly trained superspies can be careful - he lifts his hips up and pulls his phone from his pocket, managing not to dislodge her feet or wake her up. She merely sighs in her sleep, nuzzling her face into the couch pillow. A text notification from team group message lights up the screen.

It’s Natasha. A photo, a photo which she somehow managed to take without him knowing, of him and the rookie, practically snuggling on the couch and reading together. Her legs are propped over his lap, and Bucky’s eyes are staring straight at her over the top of his book. Nat has captioned the photo: “looks like Barnes found a good nurse.”

He snorts a little. Natalia. Glances up at her, still sleeping, and tilts his phone upwards a few degrees and snaps a picture to send back.

“She sleeps on the job” he types, thumbs still slow on the phone keyboard. Instantly, his phone starts buzzing with more texts from the team, but he mutes it and lays his phone on the coffee table. He doesn’t feel like talking now. Well, talking to them.

“Hey...Rookie,” he whispers, reaching out and shaking her shoulder a little. She hums in her sleep, but makes no other move.

“Rookie, I gotta ask you something.” He wiggles her leg a little, shaking her feet in his lap, and whispers her name. He’s rewarded with her eyes fluttering open, her mouth drawn down in a pout at being woken up.

“Whatisit,” she sighs, still slumped into the cushions. He clears his throat. Here goes nothing.

“So, there’s a charity gala for the Stark Foundation coming up next weekend,” he starts bravely. “And - and the whole team is going anyway, so I know you’re gonna be there, but - well, maybe you would consider going...with me?” Courage runs out, and his brain backpedals. “I mean, just as a friend?”

She huffs. “I can’t believe you woke me up for that.”

“Oh.” He looks down, hair falling in his eyes. “So...you don���t want to go with me?”

“Of course I’ll go with you, Barnes,” she sighs. “Now shush. I was napping”

His face hurts from the stretch in his cheeks when he smiles. He’s gonna give Bruce those pain meds back.

[madame-brioche]

CAMP TOCCOA SERIES HEADCANON

Part 1: Meet the Counselors 🦋

Winters — The Nutritional Counselor:

-teaches math during the off-season

-affectionately calls his campers "little chicken nuggets"

-gets up at 5 in the morning for a quiet hike

-makes sure you take your required medication and vitamins and use your inhaler, whatever you need

-goes around to let everyone know it's time for light's out

-will comfort campers with ice cream if they're feeling homesick

-secretly planning a fun last day of camp prank with Counselor Nixon

-lots of pastels in his uniform

-rescues injured birds and squirrels, and nurses them back to health

-knows every camper's name, hobbies, favorite color, allergies

-pinkie promises on everything

-makes the best ice tea and coffee in the cafeteria

-“I love all of you equally”

Nixon — The Chaotic Functional Counselor

-used to pull legendary pranks before becoming a head counselor but now just does mostly paperwork

-tells nightmare-fuel scary stories and then abruptly says "well goodnight" afterwards & leaves

-carries a secret flask and gets wasted at the campfire

-hungover af at breakfast the next morning

-pets every dog he comes across, and even lets his campers sneak one into the bunks to keep

-wears baggy shorts, a baseball cap backwards and rocks sunglasses indoors

-gets hyped for taco Tuesday's in the cafeteria

-hosts wine Wednesday's in the counselors' lounge

-takes spiders outside rather than killing them

-oddly competitive during icebreaker games

-talks shit about other counselors to his campers

-“can I get a double shot americano with bourbon?”

Lipton — The Mom Counselor

-ray of fucking sunshine

-keeps in touch with his campers after they leave

-has been working there for an insanely long time

-arts and crafts leader, orchestrating friendship bracelet making

-gets along with all the other counselors, never has beef with anyone

-gives the best advice, even if you don't want to hear it

-the best bear hugs omfg just makes you feel so safe and protected

-smells like campfire and s'mores

-literally made out of happiness and gummy worms

-surprises everyone with a pajama pizza party

-makes sure you're staying hydrated and getting enough sleep, applying sunscreen/bug spray, and having a good time

-come to him with any injuries, aches, or pains

-“What do you mean you’re not having fun?”

Speirs — The Varsity Wilderness Survival Counselor

-how did this guy get to be a counselor?

-hides contraband in a shallow hole by the obstacle course

-breaks all the rules but upholds them for his campers

-will come in and scare the living shit out of you if you don't listen to Counselor Winters' lights out warning

-only one who hits Counselor Sobel with a water balloon

-gets up at 4am to lift and run around the campgrounds

-only wears tank tops, even in the cold

-will test his campers by leaving them in the woods at night and expect them to find their way back

-maybe sheds one tear on the last day, maybe

-really high stakes trust exercises

-will suck the venom out of a snake bite to save your life

-moves through the forest without making a sound

-“I will throw you to the mountain lions”

Welsh — The Hip Counselor

-plays Wonderwall on his acoustic guitar during campfire performances

-hasn't showered in a week and it's noticeable

-grows a goatee and runs around barefoot

-is banned from helping out in the kitchen

-will set up your tent for you in exchange for drugs

-reigning tie-dye shirt making champ

-recycling king™️

-makes sure there's vegetarian options in the cafeteria

-smells like mother nature's armpit

-wears a bandana around his head

-can be found avoiding duties and playing ultimate frisbee with his campers

-“tbh, I’ve had five existential crises since we’ve been here!”

Compton — The Cool Friend Counselor

-wears a different flannel everyday

-calls you out for your bullshit during cabin meetings

-gives the best pep talks before games of capture the flag

-somehow manages to read 4+ books over the course of camp

-knows how to sew/patch up clothes

-leads most of the cheers and rallying songs

-hangs out with campers instead of other counselors in his free time

-always down for darts, archery, swimming, sailing, kayaking, you name it

-overshares personal life details during campfire sharing time

-will totally help you TP Counselor Sobel’s cabin

-once ate a bee on a dare

-“guys, I’m not mad but who put weed killer in my shampoo?”

Martin — The Don’t F With Me Counselor

-resting bitch face during camp cheers

-aggressively salutes the flag during morning assembly

-inexplicably good at memorizing everyone’s name on the first day

-openly drinks gin and tonic in the cafeteria

-the reason a few campers wanted to go home

-somehow ends up being one of your favorite counselors by the last day

-is not subtle about playing favorites

-cooks most of the food for the camp and will be insulted if you don’t eat what’s on your plate

-can do that loud whistle with his fingers to get everyone’s attention

-low key freaks out if one of his campers is missing and will not rest until they’re found

-mood can go from 0 to 100 over the pettiest things

-“Yeah I’m gonna need you to kindly pipe the fuck down with the crazy glue for the rest of craft time”

Randleman — The Boy Scout Counselor

-wears a lot of camo at all times

-scary good at poker

-smokes on the premises even though it’s forbidden

-talks fast and direct, commands your attention

-makes a mean s’more and prefers the marshmallow to be burnt

-will let his campers get away with the most shenanigans so long as it’s not hurting anyone

-actually cries the last day of camp

-kickball and flag football champion

-has wrestled a grizzly bear and won

-collects pocket knives and random critters

-bff’s with Counselor Martin and sometimes takes charge of Martin’s campers and vice versa

-has never gotten bit by a mosquito

-snores loudly and will sleep through anything

-has been granted camp counselor tenure because he’s been there so dang long

-“y’all wanna go sink a canoe?”

Peacock — The Cute But Clueless Counselor

-wears a lot of band t-shirts merch

-has song lyrics tattooed on various body parts

-rocks an intentional mullet

-constantly getting lost when leading hikes but great at improvising

-has a tan even if the sun hasn’t been out

-blood smells like cologne

-instructs canoeing and determines whether you pass the swim test or not

-has a way with animals and manages the small camp petting zoo

-got six stitches last year from doing a flip off the dock

-gets scared from the scary stories Counselor Nixon tells

-“la la la la if I can’t hear the ghosts they can’t hurt me”

Dike — The Absentee Counselor

-says “oof” after any minor inconvenience

-oversleeps and misses morning assembly

-a camper may die on his watch, you never know

-gives sub par motivational speeches

-tries to comfort homesick campers but ends up crying himself

-has a fear of swimming without water wings

-might get mauled by a bear later

-given up on learning his campers’ names

-calls other counselors for help

-has one facial expression at all times

-spits when he talks

-constantly stressed during outdoor camping

-passive aggressiveness af during cabin meetings

-sleeps with a night light

-“wait am I responsible for all of you?”

Sobel — The Narc Counselor

-literally no one likes him

-mission is to make sure everyone follows his rules

-carries around a bullhorn and a backup whistle

-failed the swim test

-says “fight me” but would get his ass kicked

-misspells everything

-will give you latrine duty if you leave your bunk bed unmade or the dishes aren’t in alphabetical order

-doesn’t participate in campfire games or sing alongs

-got left behind on a trail for 9 hours once

-confiscates any and all contraband camp items including non regulated shoes

-likes noodles with ketchup

-perpetual disappointed glare

-has a cold like once a week

-only allows one s’more per camper

-“and you will know my name is the lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee, now put this can of peaches back where it belongs!”

Stay tuned for Part 2: The Campers

[freewheelshippin]

DRAGON pt 1

Idly worked on this a while back while trying to get my mind off of an injury. Takes place in my own little offshoot of @dekiaibadchoices ‘s lovingly crafted Dragon AU; thank you so much for building something so much fun to play in!

No idea when (or how) I’ll wrap it up, but I’m stuck and mid many long-haul projects and figured I could stand to release something for fun into the ether, haha. 

“Someone,” Ai said pointedly. “Is on our territory.” 

Ranmaru continued to ignore him, rolling over on the couch and facing away from him. 

“They have been there and stationary for a surprisingly long time.” 

“So maybe they’re dead and it’s not our problem.” 

“You know as well as I that it doesn’t feel that way. The scent is not putrid. There is no miasma of death hanging about.”

Ranmaru harumphed, stretched, and rolled onto his back, eyes closed, attempting to ignore the feeling of Ai’s stare. 

“Ranmaru. If I recall correctly, you said yesterday you were so sick of how stagnant things were and would attempt to court a bride today.” 

“Don’t wanna anymore,” he snorted. 

“A groom.” 

“It’s not that,” he growled. 

“A spouse.” 

“Ai, you pearly piece of shit, I’m not in the mood.” 

“Are you unwell and unable to deal with it?” 

“....Sure.”

“I suspect you are lying. I suppose I will tell Camus, then, and request he dispose of them properly.” 

Ranmaru sighed heavily, thinking about Camus taunting him later for being too dim-witted, lazy, simple, whatever other insult he felt like hurling. He growled and sat up, transforming into his full-dragon form as he trudged to the nearest exit big enough for him. He stretched his wings as he lumbered. 

“Good luck.” 

“I’m just getting you off my back.” 

He took off with a gust and headed for the edge of their territory. 

******** 

So it was an injured mortal. She sat with her leg conspicuously out, and she seemed to have been in the middle of fashioning herself a crutch from whatever scant few things were within reach. Now she was just on guard, a knife clearly meant for crafting, not defending, in her hand as she seemed to wait, ready to defend herself from him, presumably. 

Mortals were so stupid and fragile. He landed with an impressive gust in front of her. She stared him down after it cleared, not looking eager to either fight or back down. 

“If you want me gone, just pretend I don’t exist for a couple more hours and I’ll be out of here.” 

Ranmaru was and had been bored but likewise sick of the company he had, so he figured he might as well puff himself up and toy with this defenseless little thing to pass the time. Maybe try and take this one for a bride, though something in him still felt wretched at the thought of chasing one now. He snorted a small flame.

“You think trespassing on dragon territory doesn’t warrant punishment?” 

“I sure don’t,” she replied unenthusiastically. “Look, I can’t walk without help, and I’m making ‘help’ right now. Just leave me to it.” 

“You haven’t heard about what happens to mortals who dare enter uninvited, huh?” he said with an admittedly forced grin, leaning his face closer to her, trying to rile her as he flared his spines. She smelled of sweat, fear, and adrenaline. 

“No, but it’s easy to guess.” 

“You don’t know?” he growled, though genuinely surprised. Though when he thought about it, with how little they’d done lately, it wasn’t very surprising if their hold on the local villages and lore had waned. 

“Listen,” she said exasperatedly. “I’ve already had a fuckin’ day, and I know that’s meaningless to a being like you. But can you just let me finish building some kinda crutch so I can hobble off to somewhere you don’t care?” 

Ranmaru laughed, licking his teeth as he did. “You think I’ll let you.” 

“Yeah, you will!” she barked. 

“And why the hell would I do that?” 

“Oh, ‘cause I asked so nicely,” she said with a terse laugh. “And I’m not worth your time.” 

He thought about that. What was worth his time, at this point? It’d stretched into such a languishing numbness at this point that it lost all meaning, especially while the spare rooms had laid empty in grief for this long. 

He was bored of it and even more bored of the lack of progress forward on any of their parts. A small part of him he barely acknowledged also ached for the other three dragons, whom he was sure were all silently suffering worse than him. Nothingness was stretched into their shared forever, and Ranmaru knew his was less tinged with grief and guilt than the others. 

“You should be more careful what you say,” he rumbled as he closed his claw around her. 

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She was very dazed after the flight, but not unconscious. He deposited her unceremoniously on the cold castle floor before transforming into something she’d be more comfortable with, theoretically, but she was too dazed to react with much of anything but a glower. 

“Show me,” he ordered. 

She held her hands out, palms forward, and waved them facetiously. “What, dragon man?” 

He frowned at the nickname. “What do you fuckin’ think? Your injury,” he barked. 

“Is this like when a kid picks up a hurt animal in the woods, nurses it back to health, and decides it’s their pet now?” 

“You wanna try calling me a child again?” Ranmaru glared threateningly at her. 

“Toddler. Infant.” 

“I’ve got more years on me than you’d dare imagine having.” He grabbed her by the shin of the leg she held out. She yelped in surprise and panic, trying to push him off. He backed down, but bristled somewhat at her. 

“Do you want help or not?!”

“What the fuck do you mean by ‘helping’?! Threatening and kidnapping me isn’t helping!” 

“You were doing a shit job helping yourself out there,” he growled. “Take off your boot already!” 

“No!” 

“What are you, stupid? Why the hell not!?” 

“I’m not doing a damn thing you tell me to, dragon man!” 

“My name,” he bellowed, golden flames flickering at the corners of his mouth. “Is Ranmaru, and you’re gonna call me by it.” 

“Oh, a pleasure,” she snapped, though she instinctively shrugged closer into her jacket, which he’d long recognized as fire-retardant wyrmleather. Ranmaru paused. He’d grown so used to her smell of fear and adrenaline, it’d become like background noise. 

“Look,” he said, painfully aware of how harsh he was, but also feeling helpless to keep himself from seeming the scary, intimidating brute he was. “I’m not interested in eating you or taking you or whatever your tribe of humans say I’ll do to you,” he tried to offer calmly, but it came out as aggressively as everything else. 

“Really,” she replied flatly, her hands still tucked back into the jacket. 

After a deep breath and holding his harsh-tongued, instinctive replies back, he explained. 

“I don’t have anything better to do with myself,” he admitted, looking her dead in the eye to convince her. “And I’m sick of everyone else I’m stuck with. Just...have a conversation or whatever with me, and I’ll help you out.”  

She looked apprehensively at him.

“...Look, the sooner you die, the sooner I go back to dying of boredom. It’s in both our best interests if I keep you alive, human.” 

“.....Well. There are worse ways to spend an afternoon,” she commented, testing the waters. 

Ranmaru snorted with a wry smile. “Don’t speak so soon. I’m still bored as hell.” 

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This human was so irritatingly stupid, it circled into amusing. It was almost impossible, getting off her boot, since her injury had swollen like ripe fruit and even the gentlest shift made her yelp in pain. How she thought she would manage to hobble anywhere was stupid, even by mortal standards, and as more mottled purple and red surfaced on her injury in admittedly pretty blooms, it was obvious she would be off her feet for a number of weeks. 

Maybe she just hated help, because even after her expression made it clear she’d accepted just how bad her injury was, she wouldn’t let him do a thing. Not bandage her, not carry her anywhere, not even be a shoulder so she could get off of the cold, hard floor. 

(She at least knew that was stupid -- “but so’s trusting a bored dragon who just kidnapped me.”) 

He thought to find Ai to conjure a spell to heal her, but just as quickly he decided that sharing her with the others would be unbearable. Maybe cruel. 

“So what’d you do?” He sat with her on the floor where he’d first deposited her, a hall with a large opening in the side, a comfortable size for all their dragon forms. Now with none of them going to and from, it was just an opening to a clear view of the mountainside. 

“I fought a titan and won,” she said flatly, “but I didn’t get out unscathed.” 

Ranmaru snorted, not sure if he was amused or annoyed. 

“I hate liars.” 

“Who’s lying?” 

Ranmaru saw that despite the circumstances, despite the pain, despite everything around her, despite her clearly trying to fight it, her lips curled into the dumb, transparent smile of someone completely, totally incapable of guile. 

For a moment, he felt a flash of comfort. That someone could smile around him? That someone did smile around him? That someone wasn’t instantly cursed by the stale grief hanging around them? 

 She played it off like she were wiping her face, back to something neutral and tough. “The point is...the goddess of fortune has just fucking abandoned me.” 

Ranmaru snorted. “Yeah, if the likes of me found you,” he said with derision.

“I’d like to say it’s cool of you to admit you’re the worst,” she replied, “but you don’t completely suck so far. I’ve had worse first meetings.” 

“....Alright, enlighten me.” 

She looked at him hesitantly, maybe incredulously, and he just looked back expectantly. “...Uh, I had this student and their parent...” 

She had talked very quickly until now. He’d assumed this is just how she was, but as she talked about how this human parent tried to ban her from a town for reasons -- Ranmaru was stunned he even strung together the thought--  even Camus would find needlessly petty, she slowed down enough that he could just listen. 

She talked a lot. And loudly. Maybe it was nerves, but he got the idea she was at least somewhat like this normally. Some other time, he might’ve found it annoying, but now it just felt like sunshine. 

He gestured he would try and tie up her leg. She looked mistrusting, but she nudged herself to face him, and even though she tensed when he grasped her, she let him. 

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He offered her a room. She gave him an incredulous but somewhat terrified look. 

“I mean to rest in,” he barked hastily. “What the fuck do you think I’m going to do to you?” 

“I dunno, whatever happens to every mortal you hear about getting taken by the Garnet Dragon,” she replied grimly. 

Ranmaru hesitated. “The others and I only bring them here. I don’t demand anything else. Except that they let me fucking carry them if they can’t walk.” 

She looked down at her leg, now snugly tied up, knowing fully well that she still couldn’t bear weight on it. 

“So where are they? This castle is empty, and you clearly have a conversation only about once a decade.” 

“Gone. Some tried the mountains. Others threw themselves out the tower. Some just….” He hesitated again, and his voice shrank as his stomach gnawed at the thought. “...died.” 

“....” 

“We’re cursed, you know. Me and the other dragons stuck here.” 

“Oh no, should I worry it’s contagious?” she said facetiously.

Ranmaru laughed hollowly. “Maybe.” 

She sighed. “...Ah, whatever. Maybe it’s just as well.” 

She was blankly staring off into the scenery when Ranmaru looked at her, surprised. 

“...Well, if you aren’t scared you’re gonna catch it, I’ll carry you to that room where you can rest.” 

“No. No, no. It’s fine. Just give me a shoulder to lean on.” 

Ranmaru gave her a look before scooping her into a princess carry.

“I’ll get your shit in a minute. You’re real fucking stupid, you know that, right?” 

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She had a lot of things with her, so much that Ranmaru wondered vaguely if she’d been on the run and this was her entire life. There was the predictable stuff -- survival supplies, clothes, food, some things for cooking, some trinkets that were probably sentimental. But she also had what looked like an entire library of books and a complete set of printmaking supplies, down to silk that had the dark halos of words and pictures that had been pressed through it. 

“I teach, I draw, I share, and I print things, that’s all,” was all she said when he brought her belongings and asked. 

“Didn’t I say I wanted a conversation out of you?” 

“Yep. Hand me that bag.” 

Ranmaru did, somewhat disdainfully, and he sat heavily on the bed he left her in. He stretched his tail around it as she dumped its contents out beside her -- a selection of books filled with stories and pictures -- and he couldn’t help but wrap himself around this horde in some small way. She grabbed his tail by a spike and plopped it elsewhere, to which Ranmaru answered with a glare and putting it right back where it belonged. 

She first checked on the condition of the books, but soon made a smaller pile, which she then shoved towards him. 

“My recommendations for a bored asshole,” she commented. 

Ranmaru made a face at her. “You don’t know anything about me or what I like.” 

“I think stories are good for anyone. They’re an especially good cure for bored assholes.” 

Ranmaru looked at her darkly as he snatched the first book off the pile, as if this were now a challenge of how little he could enjoy. 

The pile had a myriad of different styles and subjects, some of which interested him, others of which didn’t. But he flipped through and saw one that featured long, lovingly rendered scenes of military conflict with strategies he recognized -- had enjoyed learning, even -- but had only found scant records of in his various hordes and treasure. He glanced up at her as he began to thumb through it, and even through their tough expressions, there was an exchange of some small hope and excitement. 

Ranmaru smiled slightly, but genuinely, and she relaxed a little in turn. 

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They spent the first few days or so mostly talking in her room, in between hearty meals he conjured, sleeping (once she let herself sleep, she slept like the dead -- Ranmaru guessed she must be working off sleep debt), and reading more books from her stash. He learned they shared a taste for the savory and meaty, less so for the sweet. And that she travelled to teach, collect works for her travelling library, and printed new ones for herself, her students, and the various people she met, but she had been on hard times as of late that culminated in her being desperate enough to cross dragon territory to reach a new town, hopefully full of work. Before that, though, she fell into one incredibly stupid trip, fall, injury, and kidnapping.

“But as far as kidnappings go, this is pretty comfortable.” 

He was straightforward with her -- that he, frankly, didn’t want to deal with the other dragons’ reactions to her, or just with them in general -- and though she joked about how this made her seem like a secret affair, she seemed quietly grateful for it. 

She learned much about him. Maybe more than some of the lost brides. The book she recommended got him to describe his horde and talk about acquiring it, how he enjoyed learning about human military strategy and weaponry. The unique fun of battle when you’re a seemingly all-powerful dragon, but also how he’d just as rather settle into a warm bath and a nap. Even music. That was, strangely, one of the easiest things of all to discuss. Dragons’ music (as far as he was concerned, anyway) had far different purpose, sound, and execution to humans’, for the most part, but he learned that some humans had come to love and adapt that sound. And she had come to enjoy it, and he found himself talking about old passions that had been left to grow stale as the curse distanced him more and more from any semblance of a real life.

It was easy to talk. Silences weren’t tense. She liked to joke and tease, even if he only scowled in reply, and while he knew she was just trying to diffuse her nervousness, it still made him feel a bit lighter. 

“I know you’re just doing all this to keep me happy,” he said during a pause in the conversation. “But I appreciate it all.” 

“...Honestly, I’m just thinking of this like a weird vacation with a weird new friend,” she offered, still with a nervous laugh. “Who could kill me really easily? If he felt like it? I guess that’s not entirely unique to you, though…? I mean, can’t anyone just up and gut you if things went that way? Haha....” 

Ranmaru snorted and gave her a look, though he turned away when he realized how derisive and tense he probably looked. The word ‘friend’ twisted in his gut. He wondered how long it’d been since he had made a new friend. Maybe since before the curse took, and even then they were just a scant few other beings he saw occasionally. 

He knew he was either truly desperate or on the cusp of something terrifyingly right when he told her she could stay in his room, if she liked, and she hesitantly agreed.  

“...I’ll bring you back to the spare room whenever you want,” he offered her. She walked by herself on crutches, at her insistence, while he carried her belongings, at his. 

“....I really appreciate that,” she said, uncharacteristically quiet. 

When he pushed open the door to his room, she gasped, remarked excitedly, and even whooped in awe at his space, and Ranmaru began to remember a feeling of pride he’d never realized he’d forgotten. 

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Ranmaru banished whatever Essence lingered in his room before she came. Bonding seemed wrong, especially at a time like this, but it didn’t take being a bondmate to see very clearly she’d appreciate good, hot soak in the bath. He offered her privacy, but she instead asked something he didn’t expect. 

“...I’ll wear something. I kinda wanna keep talking, if you’re up for it.” 

“....What the hell am I supposed to do, just dip my toes in while you sit around my bath?” 

“I don’t know, just do what you want.” 

Not sure what else to do, he wrapped a towel around himself and escorted them in. 

“I want to know more about your curse,” she said, after they spent leisurely time letting the heat seep down to their bones. 

“Why,” Ranmaru said lazily, not even opening his eyes. 

“Oh, I gotta check and see if I caught it. You know.” 

“It’s Fae magic. It’s all spite. Did you piss any off?”

“I don’t fuck with Fae.” 

“Smart.” 

Ranmaru considered the silence for a while before he explained. The other three dragons. their failure, their bond, their fate to all find true love together. And, more evasively worded, the unending losses since, and their lives, frozen in time and, recently, grief. 

“...I won’t lie to you.” 

“Mm, cuz you hate liars.” 

“It crossed my mind to bring you here as a bride, but only because that’s my only way to escape. I’m not expecting anything. You’re here now because I like talking to you, and you’re pretty helpless with that bum leg.” 

“Ah, so I am like a pet a kid found in the woods, except you’re a big scary dragon.” 

“....You’re not a pet. I mean it. You’re the best thing that’s happened since she died.” 

“Oh, wow,” she said with a terse laugh. “Good to know you have low bar of ‘nice’ to work with.” 

“Hey.” Ranmaru cracked his eyes open and roused himself to look at her. “I mean it.” 

“....Thank you,” she replied, a bit stiffly, but it seemed like she accepted the sentiment. 

They soaked in silence for a while more before she had something to add. 

“...I dunno about rushing out of this curse, you know,” she mused. 

“You don’t,” Ranmaru growled. 

“I know, but. I…envy that you have all that time. You literally have all the time someone could ask for to mess up and try again as many times as you need ‘til you’ve built the life you want, done all you need to do, made all the impact on things you could. That....I know I’m looking at it from the other side…but I wish I could have that. More than anything, some days.” 

He considered that, briefly. 

“Sounds like a real human take to me,” Ranmaru murmured. “...Are you scared of that whole ‘I’m gonna die without any real purpose or whatever’ thing humans freak out about?” 

“I mean. Sort of. I mean, no. I know what my purpose is, if you wanna pull my leg and make me call it that. I like what I do, and I know that if I do it right, it’s the impact I want to have on this world. I just….” she trailed off. “...You know what it’s like, feeling like your time’s been stolen. I feel like most of mine was stolen.” 

“By what?” 

“.....People,” she said with a laugh that didn’t feel nearly grim enough. “Who just didn’t want to believe that nobody comes into this world obligated to save you.”  

Ranmaru’s stomach twisted hearing that.  

“It’s tiring,” she continued, seeming not to notice. “Realizing that you’ve spent almost your entire life believing you were only worthwhile if you didn’t live for yourself. And realizing how much you’ve lost as you sweep up the pieces and rebuild, wishing someone knew or cared.” 

“Well, I do, now,” he murmured. 

“Haha. I guess so. And I guess I know a little of how much it sucks to be where you are.” 

“.....Funny,” he started, resisting letting out his heavy, honeyed Essence, “how you’ve got too few years and I’ve got too many, but both of us call it a life stolen.” 

She sighed with another disconcerting laugh. “Time is awful.” 

He wondered, in that moment, if it would be selfish to ask her to stay longer than it would take to get back on her feet. And he acknowledged it was, but maybe there was something in all his extra time and her lack of it that could even out into something bearable. 

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[wonderlandleighleigh]

A Kitten in the Sarah Rogers Memorial Community Garden

I promised @toenail-stink-hate-echo-chamber a fluffy fic involving Steve Rogers and a Kitten. 

Takes place in my Just This Once, Everybody Lives universe (Steve stays, adopts a little girl named Maggie, and nobody dies).

Title: A Kitten in the Sarah Rogers Memorial Community Garden Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Maggie Rogers  Ships: None Genre: Fluff, Kidfic, AU Summary: Steve finds a visitor in the garden. 

Fic is under the cut!

It’s May, and beautiful. There’s lemonade, there are new mint plants to find homes for, and nobody is calling his phone. 

Today, Steven Grant Rogers is fully enjoying his retirement. 

It’s easy to get caught up in the garden, and he does it often. Watering and weeding; soil checks. Making sure animals haven’t swiped the literal fruits and vegetables of his labor. It’s also a great way to keep his mind off of the fact that Maggie is now attending preschool. 

‘How the hell did that happen, anyways?’ he thinks as he keeps weeding, and decides it’s time to give up on a particularly unhappy strawberry bush.

There is a rustling sound in the rose bushes, and Steve’s ears perk up immediately. It’s getting late now, and he should be wrapping things up; Maggie will be home soon, and he’s gotta be at the bus stop.

But that rustling. 

He stands carefully, moving quietly across the garden, grasping a hand rake tightly. If it’s a raccoon, this could end with a trip to the hospital and a lot of jokes from Sam about Captain America getting rabies. 

When he pulls the bushes aside, though, it’s not a raccoon at all.

It’s a kitten.

Small, less than a year old, probably, and orange.

It gives a tiny meow, and then runs off, trotting away quickly in fear. 

Steve frowns. 

“Aw.” 

***** 

Sam shakes his head as he watches his friend carefully set down a small bowl of cream. “Okay. This is definitely the softest thing you’ve ever done.” 

“You know, you say that, but you’ve never seen me wear onea Maggie’s flower crowns,” Steve tells him as he dusts off his hands. 

“Yeah, okay, Mr. You get killed, shake it off.” 

Steve grins ruefully and sits down on the bench swing. “Go away before you scare the kitten.” 

“There isn’t a kitten.” 

“There might be soon.” 

Sam shakes his head and laughs. “You better send me a picture of this thing, otherwise it might be time to send grandpa to the funny farm.” 

“Bye, Sam.” 

After he leaves, Steve sits back and waits. It’s another nice day; a little hotter, but fine. 

He waits for about an hour, tapping his booted foot gently in the dirt, before he hears the rustling again, and freezes. 

The kitten - the same kitten - stumbles out of the rose bushes again, looking around. It’s tail is a little matted, but it seems okay; happy to sniff the air and follow its nose to the bowl of cream. 

Steve lights up when the little thing starts lapping some up, dunking a paw in and licking the cream off.

He watches for a little while as the kitten eats, before he slowly, carefully bends over, and scoops it up.

It yelps and writhes and Steve barely keeps hold, before the little sucker is gnawing on the meat between his forefinger and thumb. 

“Gah,” he says, but doesn’t let go.

The cat pees on his jeans and frowns. 

“Yeah. Okay. I get it. If a big scary monster grabbed me, I might pee too.” 

Which is not at all true. He’s been grabbed by plenty of big, scary things (Thanos. Ultron. That one time with the Hulk...), but he’s trying to relate.

***** 

The local vet is nice. An older man whose office walls are covered in photos of dogs and cats and birds and ferrets and hampsters and guinea pigs of all shapes, colors and sizes. 

Steve watches calmly as he checks out the kitten. 

“Well, he’s definitely a he,” the vet says. “And he seems pretty healthy for a kitten who hasn’t spent much time with his mother.” 

Steve nods. “He okay to adopt?” 

“Oh, I don’t see why not,” the vet grins. “He’ll need to be neutered and we’ll have to do some blood work. Check him for worms and fleas and diseases. Why don’t you leave him here overnight, and I’ll call you in the next day or two with a status update.” 

Steve hesitates. 

“I promise I’ll call, Captain.” 

He nods. “Yeah. Okay.” 

***** 

“A kitty?!” Maggie squeaks as they eat dinner that night. “Really?!” 

“Yep,” Steve grins. “He was in the garden. He’s hangin’ out with the animal doctor right now, but if he gets a clean bill of health, I can bring him home.” 

“We’re gonna have a kitty?!” Maggie cries, so excited that she knocks over her sippy cup, which Steve catches quickly. 

“Yep!” Steve grins. “We’re gonna have a kitty.” 

“What do we name him?” Maggie asks. “Where will he sleep? Does he get his own room?” 

Steve chuckles. “He can sleep on the couch.” 

Maggie frowns. “Where will Uncle Bucky sleep when he visits?” 

“They’ll just have to share,” Steve grins. “As for a name, we’ll have to think on it.” 

“What about Buttercup?” Maggie asks. 

Steve chuckles. “Let’s keep thinkin.” 

***** 

Steve picks up the kitten two days later. Little guy’s got a clean bill of health, and Steve watches him as he explores the apartment, jumping on tables  and wiggling his way underneath the couch.

Steve grabs a chair and settles down, just watching. It’s nice to have a pet. He never had one as a kid, but he fed neighborhood strays all the time.

His mother had always liked animals. Sure, she was a nurse for people, but there were plenty of days the neighborhood kids would come to Sarah Rogers with wounded dogs and cats and she’d fix ‘em up, feed ‘em water. 

He can almost hear her voice, giving firm but kind instructions on animal care.

“Not so different from people,” Sarah Rogers would muse when Mrs. Grossman next door would chide her on wasting food and resources on injured dogs and sickly cats. “And if God put ‘em on Earth with us, he didn’t do it just for us to ignore their pain.”  

Steve smiles sadly, and blinks, looking down to find the kitten sitting at his feet, wagging his tail. 

“Hungry, Buddy?” Steve asks, getting up. 

The cat’s butt wiggles and he pounces suddenly, gripping onto Steve’s jeans. 

He chuckles. “Okay. Let’s to a trip to the kitchen. I gotcha some nice Fancy Feast.” 

***** 

When Maggie gets home, the kitten suddenly has another playmate, and it’s clear that they’re going to be attached at the hip. 

“Still needs a name,” Steve reminds her after dinner that night. 

She lays on the floor with the kitten lying on her chest. “What about...Tigger.” 

Steve considers. “Maybe. He did pounce on my leg earlier to hitch a ride.” 

Maggie giggles. “I hope he does it again, I wanna see.” 

Steve grins, and reaches out, petting the kitten’s head. “Hm. What about...Ralph?” 

Maggie light up. “Like Wreck-It Ralph? We watched that movie it was funny!” 

“Yeah. You like that name?” Steve asks, smiling at her. 

Maggie beams at the cat. “Kitty your name is Ralph now. Is that good?” 

Ralph gets up, turns in a circle, and then settles back down on Maggie’s chest, tucking his little head into his arms and purring. 

“I think he likes it,” Steve grins. 

***** 

When Maggie goes to bed that night, Ralph follows her and settles down on the bed, curling up again.

Steve grins and snaps a picture with his phone before sending it to Sam.

“Who’s the crazy old grandpa now?” he texts. 

“It’s still you,” Sam responds.

Steve smirks, and heads to bed.

[canadian-buckbeaver]

A Not So-Clean Kink

After a discussion with @saiyurimai, and then another completely different discussion with @cyanidecupcake, this story came to life.  You can blame them, and this post, for that.

This is also the original Bucky, the Bucky I had originally designed and her origin story, before I had any friends in the fandom. Before Bucky became a beaver.

So please enjoy!

It was a quiet night in UnderSwap.  The fake stars and moon were shining brightly, the clouds only the barest wisps of fluff in the sky.  The snow was slowly falling, dancing against the windowpanes, the wind gently whispering around the walls, but the houses remained warm and cosy.  All the monsters of UnderSwap, except for those on guard duty, were warm in their houses. Most were snuggled up in their beds.

Bucky and Stretch were sitting together on the couch, watching the end of a Napstabot performance, the volume low.  Blue had been watching it with them but, after pulling “a Stretch” (falling asleep on the couch) he too had gone to bed, making sure that they recorded the program for him to watch later.  Bucky had to admit that the robot was good, perhaps better than the human singers that she was used to on the Surface.

* * * *  *

She was still rather unsure on how she came to find herself in UnderSwap.  Her memories of the Surface were hazy like she had been gone for years.  All she remembered was waking up in the woods, her head throbbing, a knot forming on the back of her head.  She had stumbled through the forest, blearily looking around for shelter, knowing that if she stayed still too long that she would freeze.  Ducking behind trees as she went, Bucky stumbled on, until she heard voices up ahead.  One loud and clear, cheerful and happy, the other deeper and considerate, seeming to think before he spoke.  Not recognizing the voices, Bucky had taken refuge behind a thick tree, watching.  She was tired anyways.  Needed to rest.  She probably should work out more so she could increase her stamina.  The skeleton brothers had walked by, not noticing her and continuing on their walk, the small blue one chattering about an anime that he was watching with a friend.  Bucky stayed still, waiting for them to pass.  In her altered state, she had no room to panic at seeing skeletons.  She wouldn’t approach them, but she knew in her gut that they wouldn’t eat her.

“… Papyrus there’s footsteps leading the other way.  And is that blood droplets?”

Dazed, Bucky touched the back of her head and looked at the hand.  Huh.  She was bleeding. She must have hit her head hard.  Or been hit hard.  But she still couldn’t remember anything other than falling asleep the night before. Or was it more than the night before?

“I think they continue this way, bro.”

There were crunching sounds coming from the woods.  Like someone was stepping through fresh snow.  There was nothing quite like that sound.

“Paps… is that a human?”

Startled, Bucky blinked as the skeleton dressed in a pullover crouched in front of her.  He had no eyes but he seemed to have orange pupils, that matched his hoodie. Unconsciously Bucky wondered if that was a coincidence or a deliberate fashion choice.

“I think so bro,” the skeleton said, moving something to the other side of his mouth.  A smoke? Lollipop? Or maybe just a normal toothpick? Something.  Wait, he was doing something with his fingers.  His finger was moving in front of her, slowly. Bucky tried to follow it with her eyes but gave up as she couldn’t keep up with it.  She was tired.  “An injured one.  Come on.” Hands gripped her, pulling her up into the taller skeleton’s arms, against his chest.  He carefully adjusted her, one of his hands supporting her neck and head, the other holding her knees. “Let’s get Undyne to check her out.”

“Right!  Don’t worry human, you’re with the Sensational Sans and the… and my brother, Papyrus.  We’ll take care of you.  Just don’t fall asleep on us! Head wounds are scary.”

Bucky was tired, her eyes heavy.  But the chattering of the small blue one, Sans, was keeping her awake.  Did he ever stop talking?

* * * * *

And now she was here. Undyne, with the help of the skeleton brothers, had nursed her back to health.  Along the way, something had clicked between her and Stretch.  It hadn’t been instant sparks but something slow and gradual.  

Dare she say something real?

And now, here they were. Sitting together on this couch. Watching TV together as Blue slept upstairs.  It wasn’t their most romantic date, not at all.  But there was something else in the air.  Something heavy and tangible.  

She felt like something was going to change between them.

Stretching, Stretch gave a loud yawn, cracking every vertebra in his back as he moved. Bucky could feel her eye twitch at the sound but she didn’t say anything about it.  A long arm draped over her, hand on her waist, as it pulled her closer to him.  “Now what’s that face for, sugar?” Stretch asked her, a smile on his teeth.  The smug ass knew exactly what that sound did to her. It made her own backache and stiffen.  He had done it on purpose.

“I think you already know that I don’t like that sound.” She said, leaning her head against his rib cage.  She could hear the steady thump of his soul, like a heartbeat, behind the thick fabric.

His arm tightened around her.  “Then how about we talk about what you do like?” he suggested to her, his tone going deeper.

Bucky giggled at that, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.  “Well, my favourite flower is lilacs, I love the smell of them and the smell of rain after a rainstorm.   I have a slight coffee addiction…”

“There is nothing slight about that coffee addiction, honey,” Stretch interrupted, looking down at her.  “You can outdrink even Asgore in that field.  Undyne still wants to run tests on your heart to see how it copes.  But that’s beside the point.  Tell me what you really like,” he said, bending down to her ear.  “I’ve seen you look at my incisors, perhaps you like to imagine them biting that neck of yours?  Marking you as mine?”

O-oh~ Bucky’s mind and heart stammered at that and the pictures that followed it.  She could see him pressing close to her, his fangs glistening and…

Gulping loudly, Bucky flushed and tried to look anywhere but at him.  “W-w-well…” she stuttered, trying to get her mind to form sentences.  Say something smart.  

“Or perhaps you imagine being pinned down by me, trapped by my body, pressing you tight against the bed?” Stretch purred, leaning over her slightly.  He was grinning at her, his eyes slowly moving up and down her body. His tongue ran over his incisors as she watched.

Bucky was trying hard not to stutter.  To form actual words, phrases, sentences, but she couldn’t.  Her heartrate was skyrocketing in her chest, the butterflies in her stomach were going wild, and she was pretty sure that her face was on fire.  She pressed her thighs together, trying to hide just how his words had affected her.  One of his hands crept under her chin, pulling her face up.

“Wh-what… what do you like?” she managed out.

“I like seeing you like this.”

“No!  I mean… your… your kinks… just…” Bucky needed some of the attention off of her or she was sure that she was going to combust.

Stretch gave a rather sinister grin at that.  Perhaps that was a bad idea.  She was beginning to get the feeling that she had fallen into his trap.  “Oh, I have a few kinks that I don’t mind sharing with you,” he admitted, pressing close to her.  “I’ve always been a fan of biting.  Leaving you with a large, noticeable, mark.  Just so everyone knows that you have been claimed.  I love the thought of tying you up, leaving your body open and helpless to me.  I supposed I am a bit into the dominance side of BDSM,” he purred with a wink.

The burning in her core was definitely increasing.  This was a bad idea.

“Perhaps a little role play.  I would love to see you dressed as a naughty schoolgirl, a nun, or perhaps a policewoman. Stars know that you have the perfect body for anything.” Bucky tried not to shiver in delight as she felt his hands wrap around her waist.  He pulled her down on the couch, her back on the cushions, him hovering over top of her. “I do suppose that I have a particular favourite though.” he purred, leaning down to kiss her lips, then jaw, and down her neck.

She couldn’t believe that this was happening here and now.  “Oh?  What’s… what’s that?” she asked him, biting her lip to keep back her noises.

With a smug smirk, he pulled back, gazing down at her with a hunger that she had never seen from him, not even when he eyed a fresh bottle of honey.

“I would love to hear you talk dirty to me,” he said.

Bucky gulped. That was a weak point.  “Talk… talk dirty?”

“Yes… I want to hear that sweet, innocent mouth of yours say something dirty. Something kinky.” He gave a small growl before returning to her neck. “Please~ Bucky~”

That voice was too damn good.  And he knew it.  “I’m not sure I know how…” she admitted, her face hot.

“Just go with your instincts, babe.  I promise that I’ll like it.” His teeth gently closed against the curve of her neck.  Bucky could just feel the points of his teeth against her vulnerable neck.  It made her heart race…

And her brain go to mush.

“Well… well then…” she stuttered, trying to think.  What could she say?  What was dirty enough to say to him?  “I didn’t wash my hands after I pooped.” She said quickly, not fully comprehending about what she just said.

Stretch paused with the assault on her neck, pulling back.  “Bucky?  You wanna run that by me, one more time?” he asked her.  His face was one of slowly morphing horror.

It then hit Bucky what she said.

With a yelp Bucky scrambled up, hiding her face in her hands.  She didn’t think that it was possible to be even more embarrassed.  Stretch was laughing.  Not just his smug little chuckles either, but a great, guttural laugh. Bucky was sure that his ribs would crack with the force of it.  “Shut up!” she sputtered, tossing one of the couch pillows at him. “You’ll wake Blue up.”  That didn’t seem to detour him she noticed.  Instead, he wrapped his arms around himself, wheezing slightly.  And were those tears in his eye sockets?

Bucky’s pride was severely wounded.  “I’m going to bed.” She pouted, getting up.  They had made a little guest room for her in the attic.  

She hadn’t taken more than a couple of steps before she was pulled back against his chest.  Stretch wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him.  He was still giggling to himself as he held her although it was more controlled since she had left the room.  “Aw Bucky. I’m sorry.  I really appreciate the effort that you put into that.  Trying that… perhaps it will get better with practice.” He still giggled even as he kissed her neck, following the slope down to her shoulder.  

“I’ll have to practice later,” Bucky said, shivering in his grasp.

Stretch nodded slowly, as if considering something.  Standing straight up, he grabbed hold of Bucky, tossing her over his shoulders like a bag of potatoes.  “Later.  But right now you’re mine.”  He carried her into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and locking it securely. Didn’t need Blue coming in accidentally and seeing anything.

* * * * *

Breathing heavily, Stretch tried to catch his breath.  His bones were dotted with pale orange sweat, and he felt hot and sticky, but content.  With a little chuckle he looked down his body, a soft smile on his face.  Bucky was laying on top of him, using his ribs as a pillow.  Her hair was damp and sticking to her skin and there was a large, very noticeable bite mark on her neck that was slowly darkening into a bruise. Wrapping his arms around her, he gave her a soft little squeeze. She gave a little mewl and snuggled further into him.  Her eyes blinked open slowly, sleepily.

Her eyes were hazy, slightly teary, but no pain in her eyes.  “Stars…” she whispered.

Stretch chuckled softly.  “That good?” he asked, gently rubbing her back.  She nodded, still purring softly to him.  “Good,” he whispered, picking up her hand and gently kissing it. He eyed her warmly, smiling happily.  “Sleep well Bucky.  In the morning, I’ll teach you even more.”

“More? Like what?” she asked murmuring sleepily.

“Like how to wash your hands after you use the washroom.”

It was after Bucky attempted to smother him with his pillow that he realized that, although he did not have an asphyxiation kink, he had a Bucky kink.

[theunlimitedskye]

You know I’m gonna ask for my boi Oguri, so I’ll tack on Yokomizo to make it interesting.

YEETPerfect way to open this little game up--------Oguri -1: Boy just cannot handle his alcohol. One drink and he's passed out on his face not to wake up until midafternoon the next day.2: As unapproachable as he may seem sometimes, he's actually quite considerate and likes to help people with their problems. He's a fantastic listener and is also great with advice and comfort tactics. Of course, with anyone, there are times when he naturally just doesn't give a shit for anyone's problems but his own.3: He's always a little cold??? for some reason???? and he's generally almost always complaining about how the heat innthe room is never high enough4: He has his "playful" moments where he'll use the ghosts of his Ability to scare the everloving fucknuts out of his friends and coworkers.5: His weakness (or one of them) is chocolate cake.6: Judging by his appearance and personality alone, one wouldn't normally guess that he is more than capable of kicking one's ass and snapping their neck with his bare hands. Because he totally fucking is. He just refrains from doing this because he doesn't wanna risk messing up his appearance. 7: He is unbelievably sensitive. While he acts as though nothing really ever bothers him, it's actually very easy to hurt his feelings. Obviously he would rather die than let onto this and seem weak in front of others.8: He's actually very superstitious and believes strongly in the whole good luck/bad luck thing. He once took an extra 45 minutes to get home because a back cat crossed his path and he decided to take the long way as to avoid getting "cursed"9: He hates hugs. HATES them. This stems from Yokomizo always greeting him with an excited embrace, to which Oguri would shove him off. He never really was one for physical contact, though it didn't look like Yokomizo would be taking the hint any time soon. After Yokomizo's death, Oguri refused any and all physical contact from anyone - in reality, all he longs for is to be in Yokomizo's embrace once more.10: He squeaks if you pat his head. He doesn't mean to, it just sort of... happens. He's basically the equivalent of a squeaky toy.Yokomizo -1: Super clingy in a very cuddly, affectionate way. Loves hugs.2: Naive and impressionable (I imagine Oguri havin to constantly drag him out of trouble)3: For some reason I feel like he would have been lactose intolerant? ?? No idea why4: He's basically just a big 'ol marshmallow.5: He's like the ultimate tea enthusiast and can name pretty much every type there is. He's very picky about the tea he drinks, and it's rather hard to please him on this aspect. (Generally, if Yokomizo deems a type of tea good enough for himself to drink, it's probably well worth a try)6: Adorably blunt. He states whatever comes to his mind the second he has any sort of thought or opinion, usually without any regard for how others may feel about what he's sayng. Not because he's rude, but because he's just a bit... clueless.7: HE LOVES CATS. POINT BLANK PERIOD.8: For some reason I think he'd just absolutely love singing shitty pop music just for the sole purpose of annoying Oguri.9: He loves nature - walks outdoors, wildlife, hiking, etc. 10: He always had a tendency to bring home and adopt injured animals and nurse them back tk health. A very kind, compassionate man.

[hopelesslydimwitted]

i have no explanation for this. i rescued a bird and imagined taako nursing one of kravitz’ raven children back to health, and krav’s gay ass finding out and scoring a date

Taako felt something tug at the hem of his pants, barely taking his attention away from the herbs and vegetables in front of him. He kicked his foot away from whatever it was and took a few very delicious looking tomatoes, reaching next for a bundle of basil.

There was a very loud, very grating caw from his feet and he all but jumped in surprise. Eyebrows pinched together, he looked down at the offending creature- a sleek black bird that, Taako had to guess, paired with another quick bite and tug at his pants, was the thing that was pulling at him a moment ago.

“What? What? Go-- go away, shoo.” He waved his hands at the raven, stepping away and delicately pulling up his ‘assaulted’ leg in a vaguely dramatic display of disgust. “I’m not going to drop this for you, nice try. You’ll have to buy your own vegetables like everyone else, so, uh-- get a job.”

Taako turned back to place the basil in his basket, when the raven made another noise at him. This time it was softer, now that the raven had gotten his attention, and… well, honestly? It was a very pathetic, pitiful sound. Even as he was acting annoyed at this creature, Taako couldn’t help but spare a curious glance at the raven. When Taako’s eyes were on it, it flapped its wings at him. One of its wings stayed winched in, not going very far before it twitched back in. Taako noticed a dark sheen on the feathers near its shoulder, and fuck it was probably hurt.

“I-- I’m not a vet. I can’t-- I’m a wizard and a chef, not a cleric, and especially not a raven cleric. I can’t help you, so-- so go bother someone else. Shoo.” He tried again, half heartedly, to shoo the raven away.

It cawed pathetically at him again.

Taako, groaning in a show of unhappiness, tucked his bag away and unwrapped his soft wool scarf from his neck. “If you-- I swear to Dan, if you bite a hole or take a shit in this scarf, I’m going to, I’m gonna-- I’m going to make a new one out of your feathers. Capisce?”

It made a noise at him, and Taako hesitated before crouching down. He made a makeshift bird-holder with his scarf, making sure the the fabric covered all his exposed skin because if he gets sick from a stupid wild bird, he is going to flip his shit. He aimed to grab the raven by the torso, wanting to pin its wings to his body, but he didn’t get very close before the raven just… it just fucking jumped into the scarf like it was used to being picked up by humanoids.

Taako would never admit that a bird jumping into his open hands scared him as much as it did.

...aaand now that Taako had the injured raven in his hands… he had absolutely no idea what to do. There was surely a vet around here somewhere, right? It’s Neverwinter for Istus sake, there’s gotta be someone who can help a bird.

He looked around, keeping the raven as far away from his body as he could without his arms giving out under its weight. He thought he remembered seeing a sign with an animal of some sort a few street blocks back, and headed that way. (He’ll come back to pay for the ingredients later… maybe.)

After about fifteen minutes of wandering around the city with a fucking raven in his arms like it was some kind of pet, Taako finally managed to find what looked like it might possibly be a veterinarians. He pushed down the handle with his elbow and tried to swing in as gracefully as he could- he had an image to uphold- and by some grace of a higher power it wasn’t a complete failure.

“Okay, so,” Taako started, plopping the surprisingly heavy, what the fuck, raven down on the counter. “This is a bird, hello, I’m Taako, and, uh-- this thing annoyed me until I brought it in so, basically, I’m going to need you to, uh, fix it.”

The small, surprised dwarf behind the counter looked at the raven, who bristled a bit but remained in the scarf.

“Uhm… Well, I-- I suppose we could take it off of your hands, Mr… Taako.”

“Yeah? Cool. Oh-- and when you release it, make sure to take it to the square or something, it likes people like a fucking moron.”

The dwarf paused in reaching for the injured bird, her expression turning sympathetic. “Oh, uh, Mr. Taako, we… We can’t actually do much for a-- a raven, so we’ll be euthanizing it.”

Taako blinked as he registered what she’d said, and for some? reason? he got very defensive very quickly and pulled the scarf-and-raven closer to him.

“Can’t do much? Or won’t do much?”

The dwarf babbled on about some policy and training and shit, but it was clear that they were not going to be interested in nursing the raven back to health. Taako rolled his eyes, and told himself to just leave the bird there, its a fucking bird, it’s not like its ghost will come haunt you, just leave it and go.

He ended up leaving in a huff, raven in arms, all up in a bad mood after finding out that, no, they won’t take the raven and, no, there is not another place in Neverwinter that would take it in.

Taako ended up taking the black bird home and dumping it, scarf and all, into his bathroom sink. He stood there, hands on his hips, glaring at the raven blankly as he contemplated what the FUCK he was going to do with this thing. It felt like he stood there for hours before he reached into his blouse and fished out his stone of far speech.

“Hey, Ango, pick up. I need a favor from you, and it involves your favorite thing~ Research!”

--

That’s how Taako ended up with some of Magnus’ spare dog toys, various seeds and berries, a few- yuck- frozen small prey animals, lots of soft spare clothing that he’d gathered from his expansive wardrobe, and a small tube of betadine and cotton swabs.

The raven had let Taako investigate its hurt wing, and Taako was able to see that it may have been bitten, or hit with something. Whatever had happened, it had broken skin and bled a little bit. It wasn’t bleeding now, so that was a relief, but it still needed treated. Taako, with the help of Angus’ extensive and enthusiastic research, was able to clean the area of dirt and feathers before soaking a towel with the betadine and cleaning the dried blood away. He was careful not to press too hard on the newly formed scab, because he did not want to deal with a bird bleeding all over his business, and gently dabbed some ointment on it.

The raven? Super chill the entire time. Taako had on thick leather gloves that went past his elbows, because he was so convinced that this thing was going to try to bite his arm off. He was wrong, apparently. The only time it so much as moved was to scratch an itch under its opposite wing or shift its feet when the betadine touched its skin.

It was definitely 100% weird and Taako wasn’t sure how to feel.

“Please, lord, please tell me this isn’t some man trapped in a bird body. Please. I’ve had enough weird shit to happen to me, I don’t need a bird-man.”

Of course, he didn’t receive an answer. Was this a man’s mind in a bird? He just didn’t know.

--

“You are the weirdest fucking bird I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

The raven, now very comfortable in Taako’s presence, was now perched on the arm of the chair the elf was sitting in. The elf was reading, quietly and to himself, until the raven came up and refused to stop cawing at him and biting at the book until Taako started to read out loud.

Things like this, like biting at the radio until Taako turned it on (and subsequently screaming through each song until fucking classical music came on) and climbing up Taako’s body until it could rest on his shoulder, kept happening until about a week later, when Taako finally shoo’d it away one last time.

“Your wing is fixed, and this place isn’t free bed and board, so-- so, do me a favor and, like, fuckin’ scram. Okay? Come back with rent money if you wanna stay.”

It was a rude send off, but Taako still found himself looking out his window to see if he could see the sleek black bird, despite the raven not coming back once after it had flown away a day ago. The raven was gone and was still occupying Taako’s mind, but at least it wasn’t occupying his bathroom anymore. Taako was happy for that, for sure.

He was even happier, though, when the raven did return. Mind you, it wasn’t because he saw the raven again, hell no. It was what the raven had brought back with it- holding in his beak, careful not to drop it when it called to Taako, the raven had a small golden ring.

“Oh! Is that for me?” Taako grinned, holding out his hand and laughing when the jewelry piece was dropped into his palm. “Is this the magical Raven Gift that angus told me about?”

He inspected the small cuff- it was an incomplete circle, inlaid with an intricate pattern and a few glittering red gems. It wasn’t quite a ring, looking closer at it, more like a piece of gold to put in your hair (Taako only got so from the dark kinky-curly hair still stuck in it).

Taako disappeared into the kitchen, tucking the gold in his pocket, and fetched a handful of leftover seeds from the raven’s stay.

“I’ll count this as rent, my man. Keep bringing me things like this and I’ll make sure I’ve always got stuff here for you to chow down on. Just, next time? No people-evidence on it. Hair? That’s one thing. But if I don’t say something now, I just know it’ll escalate to, I dunno, a fucking finger or something.”

He got a jovial caw in return.

--

“Where-- where did it go?”

Kravtiz was on his hands and knees, face close to the floor as he looked under his bed for his lost accessory. This was the tenth piece of jewelry to disappear from his vanity, and quite frankly, he was getting pretty spooked.

He looked up at the small pit pats on his hardwood floors, eyes flashing to a small conspiracy of ravens in his room.

“If one of you is taking my gold, I will not be happy.” 

He looked around for a few more minutes before groaning and giving up. “My Lady, do you know how much that ring cost? That was my favorite ring! Where did you hooligans put it?”

The ravens, of course, did not answer. They never did. It usually didn’t bother Kravitz, he wasn’t a sociable man, but now that he wanted answers to where the fuck his things were going, it was admittedly, a tiny bit frustrating.

Feeling incomplete without the ruby-inlaid, bird-skull shaped ring on his finger, Kravitz headed out into the busy streets of Neverwinter. Thankfully, the ravens didn’t flank him as he wove in and out of the crowd, but whenever he stopped for too long at a crosswalk or stopped to look at a stall’s items, they landed and gathered around his feet.

He definitely loved how it added to his dapper-goth aesthetic. Slim black suit with red accents? Fancy, professional. Skull themed jewelry? Goth, ups the gothness of the suit minimally. Ravens keeping close to him on top of all that? 110% fancy goth vibe.

He was busy checking his schedule for the day when a familiar raven landed on his arm- he didn’t name them, but could recognize them. This was the one that liked being read to and had been missing for a week or so, before coming back with a new scab on its shoulder.

He looked at the bird, automatically fishing a small peanut out of his pocket to feed it. It accepted the treat, and Kravitz went back to reading the calendar his hands. He wasn’t paying attention to the raven, who shuffled up his arm to perch on his shoulder…

...and bit at the shiny, golden chain around his neck…

...and pulled the loose necklace from his body and fly off.

“Hey!” Kravitz shouted after the raven, starting to follow after it to retrieve the stolen goods.

The raven was easy enough to follow, flying low and stopping every once in a while to look over the crowd and fucking make sure Kravitz was following it, is it playing a fucking game with him???

The raven finally dipped back down into the crowd a few dozen feet away, and Kravitz saw him land on someone’s shoulder. That someone all but yelped in surprise, whipping their head around and almost hitting the raven with the wide brim of their wizard hat.

“Jeezy creezy, my dude, warn a fella before you fuckin’ decide to use them as a landing.”

Kravitz tried to call to the wizard, to tell him to hold the raven in place so he can get his necklace back, when the raven dropped the necklace into an awaiting palm.

“Holy crow!” the wizard beamed loudly, not even hesitating before slipping the loose golden chain over his hat and around his own neck.

Thief! and using my own bird…

When Kravitz was finally close enough, the wizard elf was turning towards him and looked about ready to leave. Kravitz held up his hand to stop him, slightly out of breath embarrassingly enough, and stood in front of him.

“That-- That’s my necklace.” He looked pointedly at the elf’s chest, why is so much of his chest exposed, oh my god he looks so soft, and the raven on his shoulder leaped over to instead perch on Kravitz.

“Oh.”

Kravitz watched as the elf looked him over, no doubt noticing how the necklace matched the other pieces of jewelry on him (his outfit may have been absurd, but it was very well-coordinated; of course he’d be able to tell what jewelry matches what).

“Is the bird yours?”

“...Excuse me?”

“The bird,” the elf repeated, looking at the raven on his shoulder. “Is it yours?”

Kravitz looked at his shoulder, as if he didn’t know there was a very real raven right there. He… was not expecting this.

“Uhm…. Not-- not really, I just-- I feed them.”

“Oh.”

Kravitz stood there, confused as all hell as the elf seemed to contemplate something. His lips were in a thoughtful pout and his arms were crossed, his manicured hand playing with the heavy gem on the end of his newly-acquired (stolen) necklace.

“How ‘bout this, raven man,” he said, and Kravitz knew he was going to try to strike a deal. Fuck.

“I’ll give you this necklace back, and you buy me coffee.”

...fuck?

Kravitz’s face must have given away how confused he was, so the elf grinned (how could a goddamn smirk be so attractive? Wait, what the fuck, Kravitz, he stole your necklace! Don’t think he’s pretty) and elaborated.

“Well, based on how much money you must churn into that dope-ass aesthetic of yours, I was going to assume you didn’t have enough moolah to buy me a nice dinner. Coffee’s cheaper.”

“You… want me… to buy back my own necklace?”  Kravitz felt himself start to get angry despite himself.

The elf laughed, ears flicking up in amusement, and Kravitz felt his own ears flick back in surprise. He’s not sure if he’s more surprised that the thief is mocking him or that he very much finds this thief very very cute.

“In a sense… yeah, I guess.”

“You want a free dinner in exchange for returning a necklace that isn’t yours?” 

“I mean… I was going for something along the lines of a date, but...”

Fuck.

The raven cawed at the elf, and Kravitz was immediately not upset anymore. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. This elf, this very pretty elf, was looking at him and expecting an answer. And he couldn’t talk. His voice was shocked into the ‘off’ setting. How fucking embarrassing was this?

“I…” When he finally found his voice again, he coughed to clear his throat. “I… think that would be… a fair trade.”

Fuck, Kravitz-- FAIR TRADE?? You’re such a stupid gay.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Okay, so you know about Nekos right? Well, Inus are the dog version. So, the reader finds a badly injured Inu!Anti on their doorstep and they take him in and nurse him back to health. They thought he would want to leave after he got better but he instead chooses to stay, now loyal to a fault to the person who was nice enough to take of him in and take care of him when they didn't have to, not used to kind humans. I think he'd be part husky or malamute, or really any dog that resembles a wolf.

Awwww I love Inus!

Hope you enjoy the story! *cough* This does count as a Soft!Anti fic *cough*

(Although as a warning this story will mention past abuse)

.......

Of all the sounds you’d expect to hear on a quiet Friday night…one of them certainly wasn’t the sound of scratching at your door.

Confused, you got up from the sofa and made your way over to it, checking through the window on the side, although all you could see was the tail of what appeared to be a husky, slightly ripped and matted with blood.

‘Is…this dog hurt?’ Your eyes widened in alarm. 

No matter if somebody owned it or not, you couldn’t leave the poor thing out there by itself.

So you opened the door, only to freeze as you realize that it wasn’t a dog, but rather….a man that had dog features?

At first you thought it was some weirdo in a cosplay that was on drugs, although when he heard you gasp, his ears automatically perked up, and you could see that it wasn’t some headband.

They were real husky ears.

But then you saw that his arms were littered in yellow and purple bruises, some of which didn’t seem to come from accidents. When he raised his head up, you could see some kind of scar on his throat, blood smeared all over his neck and palms.

“H-H-Help..me..” He whimpered softly, his nails digging into the cracks on your doorsteps. “I..d-don’t wanna die out here..”

After hearing him speak, you returned to your senses and helped him off the ground. “Don’t worry. I won’t let that happen. C’mon.” Then you led the stranger inside, shutting the door behind you.

……..

“So…what’s your name, buddy?” You asked, sighing softly as you scrubbed the man’s tail, trying to clean off the sticky blood.

When you brought him in, you weren’t sure why, but you had a feeling that he would need a warm bath…even though this was a total stranger who was around the same age as you. 

Then again he seemed to be freezing to death outside, and you just thought this would be the best way to help him before he caught hypothermia.

“A-Anti,” he mumbled shyly, gazing down at the foamy bubbles covering the entire surface of the water. “But..M-Master calls me “demon” o-or ”freak” or..Anthony when we’re i-in public. Ye can call me whatever ya like.”

You frowned slightly. So this guy had an owner who called him hurtful names…and you wondered if it was the same person who gave him those bruises and that scar. 

But that’s something you’ll ask him later.

“I like the name Anti.” Your smile returned as you gently set his tail back into the water. “So are you..suppose to be like a werewolf or-?”

“A-An Inu.”

You blinked in surprise. You’ve heard about Nekos and Inus before in the world of anime and Japanese mythology. And here you were taking care of one.

“I-I’m sorry for interrupting ya! I-I didn’t.. mean to…”

Hearing a whimper, you saw Anti’s eyes watering up. “Hey..it’s okay,” you reassured him. “I was just..in shock that you’re an actual Inu. I’ve only ever heard about them in stories. So it’s awesome to see one in person.”

His eyes widened slightly. “Ya think I’m…awesome? But…” Then his ears drooped and he stared at his claws for a moment. “…I’m a freak…Master said-”

“Listen…whatever your master said was wrong.” You moved so that he was looking at you. “You’re not a freak even though you may be different.”

He gazed at you in shock, his bright blue eyes wide. But a tiny smile soon appeared on his face as he nodded in understanding. “Th-Thanks..I..you’re the first human to call me somethin’ nice..”

You smiled back at him, before you got another cloth and began to scrub the blood off his neck and chest, being careful of the scar. “You want me to bandage up that scar for you?”

“I-If…it’s no trouble..I’d appreciate it..”…

……

While you waited for Anti to get changed, you sat on the sofa and watched some news. 

About five minutes later you heard the shuffling of feet and looked to see him enter the living room, wearing a clean black shirt and black sweatpants you offered him. Of course you had to cut a hole in the pants so that his tail was able to be free.

His tail and ears were dry and fluffy, too, being clean of blood.

You smiled and moved aside, patting the spot next to you in invitation. But you were confused when he just stood there awkwardly. “You can..sit down here if you want.”

“R-Really?” His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the sofa. “But…M-Master never lets me sit on the furniture. My fur gets everywhere..a-and-”

“Anti. Your master isn’t here,” you frowned. “I don’t mind if any fur gets on the couch. It’s okay.”

After some hesitation, he walked over and sat down beside you, his tail immediately flopping onto his lap. With a tiny sigh, he slowly sat back and gazed at the T.V.

For a while, neither of you said anything. But then you glanced over at him, seeing him smile at a cute story on a rescued dog that the news program was covering. His tail wagged ever so slightly, which you thought was adorable.

Overall, though, he looked a lot better now that you gave him a bath and took care of his wounds. His bruises remained, although you knew that they’ll be there for quite some time.

However, there was a thought that was nagging at you. Even though he looked happy here, you didn’t want him to feel like he was being kept prisoner.

“You know..” Anti jumped a bit as you spoke, looking over at you. “You… don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. In the morning I can make us breakfast, and then you can-”

“I wanna stay..”

You blinked in surprise, but before you could say anything, he continued.

“..y-ya took me in and took care of me when ya didn’t have to,” he mumbled, turning to face you fully. “I-I use to think..humans were always cruel….u-until I met ya and ya showed me more love a-and care than my..old master ever did. And for that I’m..eternally grateful a-and all I can offer to ya is..my undying loyalty. I promise I-I’ll be good to ya. I promise I w-won’t get in the way…o-or..”

You could tell from his watering eyes that he wanted to cry. So you shifted closer to him, and wrapped your arms around him, being mindful of his bruises, allowing him to lean against you.

He whimpered as you then kissed his forehead, before tears finally streamed down his cheeks. 

Pressing his face into your chest, he sobbed softly into your shirt, clinging to you and not wanting to let go. You simply stroked his hair and ears, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay, and that he was safe.

“M-My..old master..h-he..”

You fell silent, your heart pounding as you waited for what he was about to say about his former owner.

“..he tried to..s-slit my throat w-with a knife when I-I told him I was gonna run away. He wanted to silence me so I could..j-just follow his dumb orders without question. I-I escaped but..I-I was so scared that I was gonna die..”

“But you didn’t,” you told him softly. “You escaped him and showed him who was boss. I’m so proud of you for standing up for yourself, Anti.”

Although you couldn’t see it, the Inu was smiling, hiccuping as he nuzzled into your chest. Your simple, encouraging words made him feel a lot better.

After some time, his sobs died down into sniffles, and he looked up at you, then at your damp shirt. “I-I’m sorry for ruinin’ your shirt, Master..”

“It’s okay, bud,” you smiled, rubbing his back. “You don’t have to call me “Master”. Considering we’re about the same age it sounds kinda….weird. Just call me [y/n].”

He nodded in understanding, relaxing a little as he laid his head on your chest again, this time looking at the T.V.

You then decided to scratch behind his ears just a bit, and your smile grew as you saw his tail wagging even faster.

A soft sigh escaped your lips. This guy was such a sweetheart. How could anyone in their right mind want to harm him? Let alone say anything cruel to him?

Once you stopped, you heard him yawn. “You must be tired, huh?”

“Mhm,” he nodded once more. “C-Can I…stay here with ya?”

“Sure.” You chuckled, reaching up to grab the blanket that was on the sofa, before you brought it down so that it covered both of you.

Adjusting your positions, you laid down with Anti on top of you. You turned off the T.V and held him close, still stroking his hair. “Is this fine?”

“Yeah..th-thank ya so much, Mas…. [y/n].”

“Of course, Anti.” You kissed the top of his head, before you turned off the lamplight. “Sweet dreams.”

“G’night.”

Soon enough you both drifted off to sleep, ensuring that the Inu was safe in your arms, and that he had nothing to be afraid of anymore.

Because you were going to show him the love and care he needs and deserves.

[drferox]

20 Questions with Dr Ferox #21

Looks like it’s time for another round of 20 questions and comments. I’ve tried to tag you all again, but if you asked on Anonymous I have no way of tagging you.

Anonymous said: Do you prefer treating certain animals over others? I'm friends with a few vets and I know one who's pretty much specialized in cats and another who can treat most companion animals but has a strong preference for dogs (good thing dog vet was out hiking with cat vet when cat vet's dog got a face full of porcupine quills lol) .

I do have a preference for cats, we just seem to come to a better mutual understanding, and I'm very softly spoken in person so the cats are less inclined to panic. I used to get along well treating cattle for some reason too, but I'm pretty exclusively in small animal practice these days.

Anonymous said: Does your clinic have a Facebook page? If so - how would you feel if clients posted pictures of their pets to it? My vet recently got my rat through a tough injury and I'd like to post a picture of her now that she's all healed up, but I don't know if that'd be weird or if any of them would even see it.

We love it when it happens. Happy pets with a nice comment on our Facebook page is always welcome. Sometimes we let people email us photos and we post them for us too.

Anonymous said: I know is Aus we're usually told to take injured wildlife to our local vet. Do you mind it, or should they be taken somewhere else instead?

It's perfectly fine for triage, but if somebody brings in an endangered species with a reasonably good prognosis, we'll often recommend it goes to a better equipped clinic for that species. Note very clinic has UV lights for turtles, for example.

Anonymous said: Hello, many years ago I lost my chihuahua to a broken back which I believe stemmed from him jumping onto our couches and beds so often. The experience was very traumatizing for me but now I have another chihuahua who jumps often and I don't often take him to the vet so I was wondering if it is common for smaller dogs to hurt themselves from jumping so often?

To actually break the back would be unusual, but slipping an intervertebral disc so that it prolapses up into the spine is relatively common after jumping off things in tiny dogs.

@justaphage said: I've been wondering about probiotics (this is not a question about the health of my dog, she's getting treatment). Multiple times (and with two different vets) when my dog had diarrhea they gave us a probiotic along with the dewormer or antibiotic and I've been thinking: my doctors never prescribed or suggested that when I'm sick in a similar way. Is there some difference in what we know about dog/human probiotics or is it just a difference of the culture of medicine.

It's probably more a culture of medicine than anything else, but also probiotics are kind of wishy-washy in terms of clinical evidence. There's some evidence to say they're sometimes very useful, but other times not so much. Keep in mind though that dogs are also much more likely to eat poop from other animals and so will be picking up all sorts of intestinal microflora.

Anonymous said: I came across your weed toxicity post for pets and had a question: a friend of mine recently told me he got weed extract for his anxious rescue pet (can't remember if it was a dog or cat) but prescribed by a veterinarian I didn't ask him more about it because I was too confused at the moment, knowing that weed does not have the same effects on dogs and cats as it has on people. do you think this is legit or was he bullshitting me?

It's hard to know, especially given that I have no way of knowing which country you're in, or what your laws in relation to marijuana are. Certainly there are some veterinarians working on cannabinoid extracts with known concentrations and milligram dosages, but if I was told this locally I would be extremely skeptical.

@fallowsthorn said: On the "cats don't usually get round tumors" thing - weirdly enough, our cat has a bunch of them. Our joke is that he gets a new one every time he goes to the vet, because every single time, the tech says something to the effect of "well this isn't normal for cats but...." They're just little bumps of fat, they don't grow, and he doesn't poke at them or seem in pain, but he's got like twenty of them by now and it's super weird.

It is super weird. Cats usually get inflamed fat rather than fatty tumors, but there's always somebody that does things differently.

Anonymous said: Hey Dr Ferox! I'm just asking purely out of curiosity, have you ever had a kitty patient come in with an aural hematoma?

I have once, but I can't remember whether it had been in a fight or had an ear infection, or both. We treated it surgically, the same way as a dog.

@daedricprincessxoxo said: I've decided to start as a technician before becoming a veterinarian, after a CVPM at a big-deal hospital told me how much she recommends it. After ages of financial constraints, I finally began the course to become licensed!! I'm to excited not to share!!!

That is very exciting and great to hear. Best of luck with all of it.

@insatiable-obsession said: Hi I love your blog! It's so informative and real, and I'm trying very hard to get into the vet world (unsuccessfully applied to several vet clinics and hopefully going to vet tech school next year!) I was wondering if you have any advice or opinions on zoo work/zookeeping? Also to give you a fun break from all the vet questions, do you prefer: sunset or sunrise? Camping or going to the beach? Christmas or Halloween? Pen or pencil? Sweet or savory?

I really don't do much with zoos and prefer not to analyse them too much through a veterinary lens, because I want to keep them as something fun. Like everything else in life zookeeping is possible to do very well, and possible to do very badly. You could pop across to @why-animals-do-the-thing for more zookeeping connections.

Anonymous said: I'm so annoyed right now. So ever since my friend got a dog we were trying to get them to get him fixed (her dad who's totally hyper masculine is against neutering) then they got a girl dog and refused to get her fixed (we convinced the mom but not the dad). They tried to rehome the girl earlier in the year and until tonight they've refused to get one of them fixed. Tonight the girl had 9 pups and it's the only thing that convinced them to get her fixed (after she's done nursing) They also are keeping one of the male puppies. The dogs go out on a cable because they don't have a yard. The dogs are big too they're an staff bully breed mixes.

I don't know what to tell you Anon. It's a poor situation for those animals to be in, but I can't tell you anything to make it any better, and as long as their minimum welfare standards are met, the animals can't be seized.

Anonymous said: I am considering harness training a new cat. I have only indoor cats. If I allow my new cat out in a harness will I need to do anything different for care of my indoor cats, because all the cats will be in contact together at home. My indoor cats are up to date on their rabies and distemper vaccines, do they need anything else? 

You should call your own vet about what concerns are relevant locally. You are very clearly not local to me and I cannot give you specific veterinary advice, but I suspect parasite control is going to be important for your cats.

Anonymous said:What do you do if your pet dies at home? Like with the body?

Depending on where  you are, you can have the option to bury your pet at home, or you can arrange burial or cremation either through a vet clinic or a pet crematorium directly.

Anonymous said: I have a 3.5 month old kitten and he occasionally like tries to eat litter? i use a clay bases non clumping litter and i move him away whenever he starts but like? Could there be a medical reason? Is he just weird? Were taking him to the vet soon to be neutered and im going to ask them then. Thank you!!

There is no way for me to tell whether your kitten it eating litter because it has a nutrient deficiency, an abnormal behavior or is just chewing on things with a novel texture. Hope your vet visit goes well.

Anonymous said: Hi, not sure if you can help, but figure it's worth a shot! I'm in my parasitology class and I'm having the hardest time keeping the Spinose ear tick and the ear mite straight in my head due to their extremely similar scientific names(otobius megnini and otodectes cynotis respectively) and both residing in/around an animals ears, can you offer any advice?

Sorry I don't have any advice for you, other than O. megnini being an overseas parasite and not one I have to deal with.

Anonymous said: I came across your blog while having a nasty bout of heartburn and I got to wondering: can animals suffer from acid reflux or have symptoms similar to GERD in humans? If so, do you know of any cases or treatments?

Small animals can also suffer acid reflux and subsequent oesophageal ulcers. It's particularly common in brachycephalic dogs. There are a variety of potential predisposing causes, some of which are managed medically, but some require surgery. Hiatal hernias are a good example.

@softlyfiercely said: Am curious re: your thoughts on a childhood memory. We had snails in our yard growing up (southwestern USA) and we loved them. My brother & I fed them lettuce & built them little stick-and-leaf villages. Once we brought one inside to show a family friend. He dropped it. Its shell cracked & it looked in bad shape. We were distraught and begged mom to bring it to a vet. She did not. But would a vet have been able to help? How do zoos care for endangered snails? Can snail shells be repaired?

Some clinics equipped for exotics can and will treat snails, but not very often. It's possible to repair small areas of damage to the shell, so long as the body has not been damaged and does not come into contact with any glue or compounds used.

@malted-shark said: Just wanna' say. Sardine sounds like my Basil at the vet. He has aggressive on his chart and they legitimately have to launch a liquid sedative in his mouth. I wish I was kidding. I wish he wasn't such a nightmare at the vet. He's like that at home sometimes too. Particularly, he doesn't like it when things aren't done EXACTLY to his liking and don't dare try to restrain or hell is to be paid. I just let them handle it, I get scared of him.

With cats like this, sometimes all you can and should do is sedate them for an exam. It's stressful for the cat and dangerous for the handler otherwise.

@peaceofpuregold said: As a primary human to two feral (currently not so feral with a lot of patience, training, and good luck in the mix) can confirm at least 70% of the feral cat escape phrases. All I was missing were the washing machine related ones. I might use this to make a bingo card.

If you do make a feral cat bingo card, let us know!

@hesmyboi said: Came for Trashbag, stayed because I adore animals, I like your style, and I'm having fun learning about veterinarian stuff

And we're very pleased to have you here with us. Thank you.

[thetaekooklibrary]

Is there any more fluff that isn't in the tags yet? Thank you in advance~

Even If I Die, It’s You by captainheyturnitup - Taehyung is strolling through the woods when he stumbles upon a whimpering, injured wolf pup. He can’t possibly leave the sweet thing out here to die, so he takes it back home (ignoring the shouting in his head saying “don’t do it”) and nurses the animal back to health. What he didn’t expect was to gain a new best friend (and maybe a little more).

Drink up baby (it’s poison) by taeharem - Love thy enemy or better yet, make them fall in love with you.

beneath the twilight (kiss me) by asteraea - All Jeongguk wants is to pull Taehyung into his arms, and kiss him until his own lungs give out. (Or, alternatively, Jeongguk is a giant nerd and doesn’t know how to kiss Taehyung during a slow dance.)

Once Upon A Time In A Coffee Shop by gwangjuowl - Taehyung falls for a cute barista he likes to sketch over and over again.

Paint these yellow walls by Mirukunani - Jungkook never knows how to say no to Taehyung.

paint me a picture by iwillstillopenthewindow - five moments when taehyung and jeongguk fall in love (again). one. mornings

French Fries and Cherry Lips by porridgemilk - Jeongguk falls asleep and his boyfriend decides to feed him.

In This Rain by triggerjeon - Taehyung drags Jungkook out into the rain for a game. It leads to a pouty, soaked Jungkook. Soon, it leads to sick boyfriends. Jungkook can’t say “I told you so!” Enough.

say cheese by kapiitae - To do list: Kiss 100 boys Scratch that.To do list: Kiss 1 boy 100 times Taehyung set out with the intention of kissing multiple strangers.  Now, he is set on only kissing one. (Or amateur photographer Taehyung meets professional photographer Jeongguk)

you, me, and a can of iced tea by coffeetxe - Jeongguk should ask Taehyung out. Soon, preferably. His hyungs are getting a little (and by little he means very) tired of his pining, and he can’t really blame them. One friend group, one group chat, and one can of iced tea later, Jeongguk’s facing certain death in the form of a boy with a boxy grin and shining eyes.

A weed is but an unloved flower by Mirukunani - Jungkook can’t help but think the sun up above is so cold compared to how warm Taehyung makes him feel.

get loved; make more by 140503 - Jeongguk has been thinking too hard again. This is his life, Taehyung realizes. This is his life, and the man he loves, and he’s always known they’d have a kid someday but - well. He guesses someday is here.

Sol by VeryGhost - Taehyung doesn’t like summer until he meets a certain lifeguard who makes his heart skip a few beats.

75% Sugar, No Ice by kaihua - Apparently the new boba shop around the corner does delivery, and Taehyung thinks the guy who does the dropoffs is pretty cute. Also, Jimin’s a shitty wingman and Taehyung sucks at taking cues.

Polaroid of Us by devilrun - In which Jungkook can’t see the colors of the world around him but Taehyung spins a tapestry with words that make up for it.

don’t wanna be lonely (just wanna be yours) by wolfsbanez - The five times Jungkook tried asking Taehyung out and the one time he didn’t have to.

Thinking Out Loud by triggerjeon - Jungkook says he hates when Taehyung gets like this— all gushy and enamored, but Taehyung knows better. He sees the small smiles Jungkook tries to keep tucked away and hidden, sees the way his eyes shine a little with every love sick word that spills from Taehyung’s unfiltered lips. He’s too humble sometimes, Taehyung thinks. Too used to being ignored in such a big world to realize he’s someone’s entire galaxy.

Here With Me by adrenalinecaged - Taehyung meets Jeongguk’s parents for the first time.

A Tale of Two Jackets (and One Avocado) by lotusk -  Dude, you took my jacket by mistake at Club ZuZu  We’ve got the same Hawk & Co bomber jacket. It appears that you accidentally took mine from the couch of Club ZuZu last night, and left yours behind. Mine had my keys, which I clearly need. Yours had an avocado in the pocket, which I’m assuming is equally important. Please contact me asap to arrange for exchange of said items.Alternatively, Jungkook finds an avocado in his jacket pocket and isn’t sure what to think

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AU list Part 1

For my own reference when I get to making the page

cause that page is gonna link to a ton of other pages

Current Count: 30

After the end AU

(Post apoc/End of the world AU. Not much I remember. This might even be an existing Au yet.)

AI AU

(James is the AI of Marlise’s space ship, Andy is Noah’s companion AI)

Animal Crossing AU

(Andy is a fox or a rabbit, James is a bird, Mike is a cub, Winston is a squirrel)

Animorphs AU 

(2-3 Sub Aus. Andy, James, the twins, Anderson and Seb are the animorphs

Noah is infested, Marlise is not, Anderson is infested.

The twins and Anderson are infested.)

Book of Mormon Au

(1 mirrored, 1 sub)

(Noah is a Missionary who visits Andy. He invites him in for dinner and unintentionally fall for each other. Noah struggles with his faith before abandoning it all and following Andy. Andy teaches Noah how to adapt to the world outside of religion and accept himself.)

(Mirrored: Andy is the timid and anxious Mormon, Noah is not)

(Andy and Noah are both missionaries, Andy questions his faith to the point he gets anxiety and runs away. Noah follows him and the two try to survive)

Cat Au

(1 Sub)

(The twins are prized show cats, Andy is a stray/abandoned cat who Noah takes a liking to. Andy has a crooked tail from getting stepped on. James and Winston are both show cats and have feelings for Mar. Andy eventually becomes a show cat too)

(Andy is a kitten, Anderson takes a liking to him and cares for him)

Dystopia AU

(In a world where people are sorted by attributes, Marlise and James lead a rebellion. Anderson, although technically part of the outcast groups is passing as an insider group. 

However, one night he goes out disguised and winds up helping an outcast member. He must now balance his public self and his rebellion persona. 

Andy and Noah are together in the insider group) 

Fallen London Au

(Anton is the oldest son of a German business man. Eivar is his dead brother, his soul is attached to his. Mike follows them on their travel to England to study something or other. 

This AU has a modern Au but does not follow the FL verse outside of that)

Hedgehog Au

(The twins are pet hedgehogs. The brothers are dogs)

Gender Bend Au

(Andy is Alice. A programmer with a gecko and a rabbit. She and Nora (noah) later adopt a cat.

James is Ada and Marlise is...Marcel)

Ghost AU

(1 sub AU

Andy was murdered, The twins were technically the last people to see him alive (in passing). They work together to get Andy’s murderer. 

Andy and James are both ghosts, Noah is a medium.)

God Au

(Andy is initially a human wandering the woods. God!Noah takes a liking to him and take him under his wing. 

God!Anderson is jealous and kills him/makes him his follower.

Noah is god of the animals. Marlise is god of trees.  Anderson is god of...I forget actually. I think he’s like god of forgiveness/some kind of religion.

The twins and Seb punish Anderson.

Toby binds Andy’s soul again and he ascends to minor god hood under Noah. He controls the local weather. Befriends minor god!Alex.)

Gogo Dancer Au

(1 Sub)

(This was a mistake.

Marlise and Noah run a bar of sorts. Noah is the cook and he also dances. Marlise does the bar tending. James is a bouncer) (Sub Au is where all the guys are the dancers)

Magical Girl Au

(The twins are magical girls, the brothers are their familiars)

Mermaid Au

(1 Sub)

(Andy is a merman who is injured. The twins nurse him back to health.)

(All our muses are Mermaids living in an aquarium. Everyone has a unique kind of magic)

Model Au

(They’re models)

Pokemon Au

(Noah does pokemon competitions, Andy has a therapy Mon. Marlise and James are friendly rivals)

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Au

(Andy is a cyndquil, James is a Skarmory, I forget the others)

Portal Au

(Andy was a programmer, however he wakes up with little memory. He does the tests with some eagerness, as he enjoys learning from them. However he does want to escape. James remembers and is looking for Andy so they can flee)

Real world AU

(A couple but I don’t wanna write them)

(The twins come back together, Andy runs away. James is colorblind and looking for Andy

Andy works at a bookstore over a magical fauline. Discovers he absorbs magic. 

Andy gets killed shortly after James makes ammends with him.

Shapeshifter AU

(Everyone has a secondary animal form. Andy is a fox, Noah is a Pomeranian. Marlise is a cat, James is a bird. Anderson is a ferret, Winston’s a mouse I think)

Single Dad Au

(Noah is a single Dad, Andy is a programmer. They get together in the end and raise Pauline)

Steven Universe AU

(Andy is an Orange Tourmaline, shield. Noah is fosterite (?), shield. Marlise is Charoite I think. James is a banded Onyx

they came out of the ground after the war, like Amethyst. However they only found each other. Having no reason to follow their purpose the four spent centuries playing around like children. They were caught by the SPC at some point and experimented on, resulting on Andy being semi corrupted/chipped gem. Marlise had her gem altered too.

They escaped and were adopted by an elderly couple. They know reside in a town and act as their defenders)

Super power AU

(Andy and James have been raised in The Facility for their whole lives and, due to the Facility being shut down are set loose upon the world with  no guidance. They live with the twins who also have powers but managed to avoid getting swept up into The Facility and The Program)

Transistor AU

(1 Sub) (Andy wields the Transistor, Noah is inside. they fight/save their processed siblings and fight the Camarata.

Andy dies and Noah doesn’t save him in the sword.)

(Andy dies but Noah does save him.)

Tumblr AU

(1 Sub)

(nothing to see)

Werewolf Au

(1 mirror, possibly one sub)

(James is a werewolf, Andy is immune. Their sister is a vampire who’s hunting James. Marlise is hunting the werewolf but doesn’t know she’s fallen for him)

(The twins are werewolves. Andy adopts Noah thinking he’s a pupper.)

Youtube Au

(Everyone has a youtube channel and are Youtubers)

Zombie Au

Andy is bitten but partially immune. He travels with the twins and his brother.