#i'm surprised i could even hold it as well as i could with those paws though haha

[fangswbenefits]

Unexpected

Summary: Astarion has barely ever considered starting a family with you in the old-fashioned way, but an unexpected conversation might just trigger that urge.

Pairing: Astarion x femalex!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Astarion's POV. Breeding kink. Creampie. P in V sex. Body worship. Vampire bite. Blood drinking. Precum.

Word count: 2.2k

As far as Astarion was concerned, babes were merely drool and poop dispensers.  

He could definitely do without having to be around one for more than the strictly necessary.

And today was one of those days.

You had offered to look after one of your friend's toddler, but he had somehow been left on duty as you worked around the kitchen.

Typical.

He glared at the tiny human that stood on his thighs, wobbling dangerously and was only kept upright thanks to his firm hold.

Astarion glanced around to ensure that you weren't nearby before he mischievously bared his fangs at the baby.

He expected fear or a screech.

But no.

She merely glared at him for a brief moment before bursting into a high-pitched laughter that pierced through his ears and made him wince in pain.

Had it not been for his fast reflexes, she would have had her tiny and prying paws inside his mouth as she tried to reach for his fangs.

“No – these are no toy,” he grumbled in utmost annoyance.

You walked into the room, straightening your dress whilst giving him a taunting glare. “Look at you! Bonding.”

He held the babe as far as he could from his face as she giggled enthusiastically, clearly finding in him some amusement.

He scoffed. “Please. Even the Nine Hells can't be as torturous as this.”

Clicking your tongue, you approached to sweep her into your arms, which caused an infernal reaction from her as she broke into a screech that would put a banshee to shame.

“See? She prefers Uncle Astarion.”

He rolled his eyes, returning his focus on the book had been peacefully enjoying before this unfortunate ordeal.

As you managed to quiet her down by shifting her attention to a stuffed owl bear toy, two soft knocks were heard on the front door.

Finally.

You allowed your friend inside who promptly took her babe in her arms.

“Please tell me she behaved,” she said apologetically. “She's teething and her temper can be overbearing at times.”

“It was no bother. She was absolutely delightful and even bonded with Uncle Astarion.”

She chuckled alongside you.

He could feel a frown grow on his face as she turned to him. “How come you two haven't considered having one of your own?”

Astarion's eyes nearly bulged out.

“Oh, it has never crossed our minds, really,” you immediately blurted out, pinching the babe's cheeks affectionately. “We're better off this way.”

Now that set him off.

“Actually, I have considered it.”

Far more often than he dared admitting, but it was not more than wishful thinking.

He was fortunate enough not to worry about unwanted pregnancies, as being a vampire spawn made the feat nigh impossible.

But he still wondered how you'd look carrying his child.

Especially with you being such the motherly type.

His eyes fell to your heaving chest for a moment, and he vaguely imagined how your breasts would swell.

“Oh? You have?” you sounded more surprised than shocked.

Your friend shifted a glance between you and him. “I'm sure Astarion here would warm up to the idea fast – so to speak.”

How he detested puns.

Once she bid her farewell and you parted ways with a gentle kiss to the babe's temple, he found himself content as silence took over.

“You meant that?”

He pressed the book in his hands closed. “Us having a child?”

You nodded.

“I don't see why not.”

You began undoing the laces of your dress as you paced into the room.

“Well, it's not like we can physically do it.”

Astarion stood on his feet, following you closely behind.

“We can.”

Your head turned abruptly to him. “You're just having a laugh, aren't you?”

Astarion had read enough about half-vampires – dhampirs – to know it wasn't as hard to achieve as one might think.

He would just need to be very persistent and be well fed. 

“It is possible.”

You chuckled. “I think we would be on babe number four if it were truly possible.”

As he walked up behind you, he planted a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, moving his masterful fingers down the lacing of your corset.

He adored having you wear the most exquisite clothes he could embroider for you, but he equally adored helping you get undressed.

Just for him.

“But the real question, darling, is… would you want me to?”

As the corset loosened around you, he could see your breasts expand into fullness.

“Want what?”

The chemise underneath hid most of them from sight, but he could see your nipples faintly protruding against the sheet fabric.

He could feel himself already hardening from the topic of the conversation alone.

“Do you want me to breed you?”

His blunt words made you gasp. “You always come inside, Astarion… and nothing happens.”

Was that disappointment he detected in your voice?

Gods above…

That only served to fuel his lust.

You stepped out of your crimson dress and he shifted languidly until he was on his knees in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

He lifted your chemise just above your navel, and trailed soft kisses along your lower abdomen, feeling you occasionally flinching under his cold lips. 

Your fingers tangled in his curls as a soft gasp left your lips. “Astarion?”

He did his best to ignore the ever-growing twitch against his trousers.

“Maybe we should rectify this predicament.”

You ran the pads of your fingers along his scalp in such a loving manner that he found himself humming in approval as his cold lips began to travel downwards.

“And how could you even do such a thing?”

Oh. You still thought he was bullshitting you?

He glared up at you with half-hooded eyes. “Hold on to that pole and place your leg on my shoulder.”

Astarion took pride in being a giving and caring lover who resorted to words laced with sensuality, to get you all worked up for him.

You arched a brow at him, but held onto the iron rod of the bed canopy while lifting your leg and resting it on his shoulder.

From this new angle, he was able to spot a growing damp spot in your underwear that nearly made him salivate.

The fabric clung to your folds, allowing him to spot the outline of your throbbing swell.

It seemed that your body was already getting ready for what was to come.

Hungrily, he leaned forward to place an open-mouthed kiss on the already damp fabric.

You bucked your hips instinctively against him as he teased your folds with his tongue.

He felt the first drops of precum staining his own clothes, and had no choice but to undo the lacing at the front so he could ease the unbearable strain.

The heel of your foot dug into his back as he kept adding more dampness to your underwear with his saliva, enjoying the sight of the outline of your folds.

With one hand firmly closed around his cock, he moved his lips to your inner thigh, earning a groan of protest from you.

He chuckled against your heated skin, squeezing some more precum from his tip, enjoying how it dribbled down his knuckles.

“Stop teasing…” you groaned, softly tugging at his curls.

But Astarion had something else in mind.

“I should be well fed before attempting this, if the words on those books and scrolls are to be trusted.”

A soft whimper spilled from your mouth and you pulled your underwear to the side with a sigh of relief.

But Astarion found no relief in that as he couldn't tear his eyes away from your soaked folds and the swell that peeked between them.

His cock gave him a warning twitch, as more precum dribbled outs from the tip.

You had broken his concentration with a low blow, but he still managed to part his lips, raking his fangs across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

“You've… never….” you gasped in astonishment as the realisation of his intentions hit you.

“There's a first time for everything, darling.”

Unlike your delectable neck, he had no experience catching your pulse in this area, so he had to drag his lips slowly, in search of that rhythmic pulsing that drove him insane.

“Astarion…” you moaned, rolling your hips.

Once he found what he was looking for, he dragged his tongue along the sweet spot before sinking his fangs into it.

He had anticipated you would squirm under his touch, so he anchored you in place by hooking his arm around your thigh.

Astarion reckoned he would never tire of feeling how hard and warm his cock would get whenever he fed on you, your blood rushing through his body like molten fire. 

As he kept downing your blood and keeping you steady, he began to feel the veins that snaked around his cock bulging and he nearly lost it.

Your fingers were still buried in his hair, tugging firmly as your hips rolled on pure instinct.

Through his bloodlust, he managed to shift his gaze only to be met with strings of your wetness dangling from the entrance.

Gods… you were so ready to be bred.

He could feel your arousal.

He could taste it on his tongue.

His hand was doing an adequate job at giving his now heated cock some relief, but he knew he would only find true solace in being buried deep inside you.

Your blood had begun to spill from the corners of his mouth and he felt it trailing down his chin and neck.

With all the willpower he could muster in that moment of blinding hunger, he managed to tear away from you skin, rising to his feet as your leg dropped from his shoulder only to be caught on his arm, effectively keeping you spread for him.

His cock accidentally brushed against the twin marks on your inner thigh, blood coating the leaking tip of his cock.

He let out a hiss as the warm liquid dribbled down his length, mixing with his precum.

Your hand dropped to the back of his neck and you pulled him into a searing kiss, tasting yourself on his soaked lips.

With ease, he shifted closer until the tip of his cock was nudging at your entrance.

You broke the kiss. “Do you think you drank enough?”

His cock twitched violently from the despair in your words.

“There is only one way to find out, darling.”

You licked your lips, jerking your hips to have his tip slide inside.

Then he felt your hand snake in between your bodies until your fingers were wrapped around his length, giving it a trying squeeze.

“You're so, so hard, Astarion…”

Astarion could get even harder just from your praise.

His cock twitched again and he couldn't stop his hips from bucking, gradually burying himself deep within your warmth.

He sank all the way through, bringing his other hand to close around the one you had around the iron rod of the canopy, desperate for support as he thrusted into you.

Soon enough, you had matched his tempo, moving in unison with him.

From this angle, he could see the faint streaks of blood spread around his cock as it spread your folds, allowing him to see how swollen you were for him.

“So eager to be bred, aren't you?” he said in between groans.

You whimpered in response, unbuttoning the front of your chemise.

Astarion nearly came as your bare breasts came into view, swaying with each thrust. Your nipples had hardened completely and he felt his balls tighten.

“I want to see how big they will get.” he moaned more to himself, knowing he was getting closer and closer to his release.

Your mouth fell open but no words came out.

Instead, he felt you squeeze his cock desperately, drawing a primal growl from deep within him.

He truly wanted to know how bigger your breasts would get from carrying his child.

His balls tightened even harder and he felt the familiar wave of overwhelming release wash over his body.

He somehow managed to keep his gaze on your swaying breasts as he spilled deep inside you, feeling his cum shooting rhythmically inside you.

Desperate to feel your own contractions, he placed his thumb between your folds, circling your swell and slowly but surely driving you over the edge.

“Let go, darling…” he urged desperately, wanting the last drops of his seed to be milked out of him forcefully by your contractions.

As your breath quickened and your arms looped around his neck, he knew you were a goner.

You stilled momentarily, rhythmically contracting around him with a gasp.

He glanced down to see the bulging veins along his cock being squeezed as cum began to spill out around him.

Astarion had no idea how much cum he had spilled inside you, but what he did know was that he would gladly spend it all if it meant getting you pregnant with his child.

As you shuddered against him, he placed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Do you think it was enough?”

He chuckled. “I won't stop until it is.”

Masterlist

[maucira]

too excited

goob x gn! reader

dub-con, awkwardness, accidental boner, dry humping, implied past sexual assault, first time

short ...

Goob was always a cheerful toon. His happy attitude rarely faltered, especially not around the many wonderful friends he had. Being the kind friend he is, Goob is always there to support them (as he says, hugs are the best medicine)! So when Goob saw you in a dreary mood, he instantly waddled over to help you. He stretched his elongated arms, shocking you as you felt the thin, black ropes constrict around you in a tight hug. His paws landed on either side of you, hanging there as he tilted his head whilst staring at you intently.

"Is everything okay?" He asked. His concerned voice didn't match the cuteness of the fluffy craft. It made you feel bad that he was going out of his way to worry for you. You brushed the surprised expression off your face and gave him a weary smile. You were so uncomfortable, not with Goob; no, never with him, but the touch. You wanted to scrub your skin raw, the flesh tearing off. Maybe if you were some skinless pile of walking muscle people wouldn't have the urge to use you like some fleshlight.

You squirmed your arms out of Goob's tight grip, letting them drop for a moment before you wrapped them back around Goob's fluffy chest. "Oh, Goob..." You smiled, his creamy fur tickling your cheek as you rested his head against him. "Better now that you're here." You spoke softly, your voice like a current, an array of emotions stirring inside you like a whirlwind, disguised by the calm exterior. Goob didn't seem overly convinced, but he was happy enough with your response.

He hummed, looking around the room in thought as he tried to figure out something that could cheer you up even more. With his blatant observation, you perked up an idea, one that would make the toon happy. Goob was a sweetheart and he didn't deserve to be burdened with your troubles. "How about we find somewhere comfier and we can cuddle for a bit?" With those said, Goob's attention was caught and a sharp-toothed smile immediately formed on Goob's face- well, a bigger smile than he already had. He nodded his head rapidly. "Yes, yes! I would love that! You will too, let's go!" He chirped out, joy all over his face. You giggled at his excitement, his unabashed giddiness was adorable.

Goob squeezed you tighter for a moment before unwrapping his arms around you. The bouncy toon took hold of your hand and began dragging you towards an area that had beanbags in it. Goob hesitantly let go of your hand, glancing down before arranging the beanbags next to each other as quickly as he could. Goob smiled at his work before extending his arms out to you, grabbing you by your own and falling back onto the fluffy bags.

You landed on top of him, your face in his beige fur as he sat up. He looked like an excited puppy with the way he was all smiles. Just as you were admiring his adoring look, it was replaced by a confused one. Goob lifted you off of him a little, hands underneath your armpits before looking down towards his crotch. He tilted his head curiously, making you look down as well.

Oh my god.

Goob had a boner.

"Heya, uh... Why's that there?" He asked to you, not taking his eyes off of the tent. You didn't move or respond, just stared in disbelief. Goob removed one of his hands from you, about to poke it before he looked around nervously, clearly embarrassed. "O-Oh... Oh jeez..." His supporting hand began to tremble a little underneath you, Goob's expression a flustered mess.

"I haven't ever... Oh goodness..." He said, beginning to whimper in panic. He dropped his hand from under you, wanting to cover his face without realising what he had just done. You were dropped onto his lap, his hardness poking uncomfortably next to your thigh. You gasped in shock, Goob doing the same, though his mixed in with a little moan. "I'm... ah... I'm so sorry." He moaned out, moving his hands to grip your thighs.

"I've never done something like this before...!" He said, his voice cracking as he began to slowly rut onto you. He sloppily bucked his hips forward, grinding on whatever part of your lower half was most comfortable for him. You were too dazed to speak, completely befuddled, even as he began to control your body to match his pace. Goob chased after the pleasure, wanting to be selfish and experience it over and over as he moved his hips faster and faster.

"G-Goob-!" You stuttered out, a slightly distressed look on your face as an embarrassed blush coated your cheeks. You subconsciously began to move in rhythm with him, meeting him back when he would grind on you. You pushed Goob down gently to lean back on the beanbag, sitting on top of him as his clothed dick rubbed you through your shorts.

You could feel him hardening more under you with every thrust, moans escaping you as you reached down to place your arms beside Goob's square head. Goob tilted his head to the side, letting out shaky breaths as he experienced new sensations he hadn't ever felt. "Is this good?" You asked, leaning your head down to kiss his freckled cheek. "So good..." He moaned, looking back at you with a trembling smile on his lips, a sharp tooth peeking out from his lips.

Goob's arms wrapped around you tightly as he felt a strange feeling in his stomach begin to build. "I feel weird," Goob muttered, the pleasure in him building up as he rutted into you at a pace you couldn't keep up. He shut his eyes as he focused on the sensation that was building up in him. He hissed as he opened his mouth to gently bite into your shoulder as he came undone in his pants. He let out a loud squeak that was muffled by your shoulder, something he was grateful for.

You didn't stop moving, not until you came yourself as you felt the coil that was in you release. Goob looked up at you with big eyes, blinking at you dumbfounded, before letting out a nervous giggle. "I- uh..." He sputtered, sighing at his failed attempt before curling his arms around you tighter and dragging you back down to lay on him.

"Still up for that cuddle...?"

[ladykailitha]

Never Hold Back Your Step... Part 16

Here we are at the end of an era. I can't believe it's over. Even when engagement dropped off, and it lost it's luster, I persevered and got it done. I sad it's over, but grateful too, you know? I don't have to worry about fitting it into canon or make Nancy play nice.

I do plan on finishing the story. I'm just juggling other stories at the moment. I have four current WIPs and they take priority right now.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

~

“Sing it.”

Dustin’s eyes went wide and looked around him, looking for support.

“Sorry, man,” Eddie said, “I’m with her. You haven’t spoken to her in a week and now you’re only calling when you have a problem. Suck it up and sing the god damned song.”

Steve hid his grin behind his hand, so Dustin sighed and started singing the theme song to The Neverending Story. It was a lovely duet.

Or at least it would have been had Eddie not been singing back up, terribly, horribly, and deliberately off key.

Steve was a little surprised at how well the little twerp could sing, if he was honest. Hell, if the kid wasn’t so wrapped up in the nerd stuff, he probably could do it professional.

Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he stumbled that direction. He started pawing at Eddie’s jacket.

Eddie turned around to ask him what was wrong, but he saw it too.

“Shit.”

Everyone else turned too.

“Shit,” Dustin echoed. He grabbed the walkie talkie and tried to get their friends on the line.

“SKEEERAAAHHH!” was all he got back in response.

“You and Erica stay here,” Steve snapped. “You two still need to get Hopper and them through to the base. Eddie, Robin, you can come with me or stay here, but we’ve gotta go now.”

Robin and Eddie immediately fell in line behind him.

“Sorry, Eds,” Steve said, “I’ve got to drive. It’s only way I can–”

Eddie nodded. He knew that in that moment it wasn’t about concussions or being beat to hell. It was about getting the people who needed him. He slapped the keys in Steve’s hand and slid in the back of the car.

Robin hopped in the front seat and Steve got into driver’s seat.

“Seat belts, everyone,” he said through gritted teeth. “This going to be a bumpy ride.”

He threw back in reverse and hightailed it out of there.

~

CRUNCH!

Steve stared ahead at the now flattened Camero in shock. He couldn’t believe he had just done that.

“Everyone okay?”

Robin looked at him with wide eyes. “Ask me tomorrow?”

“No, no, I am absolutely not,” Eddie hissed. “But better fucking Hargrove than me.”

They all scrambled to get out of the car.

“So what’s this one called?” Eddie asked looking up at the giant flesh monster.

“Dustin and them call it Mind Flayer,” Steve replied.

“So we’re going to try and kill this thing?” Robin asked, looking at Steve in concern.

Steve nodded and then started heading for their friends. “Before it kills El, yeah.”

“Let’s do this shit,” Eddie said, hurrying to catch up, Robin hot on his heels.

~

Well that could have gone worse.

Hopper dead. Billy dead. Mind Flayer, also dead. El lost her powers. Also bad. Steve definitely had a concussion and a broken cheek bone. That was going to be a bitch to heal, there was no doubt about that.

A couple of weeks later, Erica called up Dustin, Robin, Steve, and Eddie.

“Who’s up for a Scoops Troupe My Little Pony GURPS?” she asked when they had all shown up at her house.

They all stared at her for a moment like she was crazy.

Then Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Ooh, wait, I’ve heard of this. It’s like D&D but is get six sided dice and a point system.”

“Sounds like fun to me,” Robin said. “I don’t know what either of those things are, but taking my mind off the monsters sounds brilliant right about now.”

“It stands for generic universal role play system,” Erica said, proudly. “One of my friends was out visiting family over the Fourth of July and got to go to the convention. I’ve been doing some research and I can totally make it My Little Pony themed.”

She scuffed the ground with her shoe. “But before I played it with my friends I wanted to try it out first, you know? Work out the kinks?”

Steve was all ready to say no until she brought up her friends.

“Yeah, all right,” he huffed. “I’m in, too.”

Erica jumped up and down, clapping her hands excitedly.

~

They all met up at Steve’s.

Steve provided the treats and sodas and Erica provided the story telling.

Robin mostly fooled around and Dustin didn’t take it very seriously. He got into character and all, but he was very silly with it. Making inside jokes from the show and just trying to make Erica laugh.

Steve just held on for dear life and whenever he got too overwhelmed by it all he would refresh the drinks and goodies.

Eddie, though? He got really into it with his pony called Metal Fire, he was asking all kinds of questions and Erica was eating it all up. Sometimes he would ask a question and she would just laugh. Because there wasn’t an answer yet.

But between the two of them they made it all the way to the big bad, Lady Applejack. Dustin threw down his pencil when she was revealed to be behind it all along as he had been saying for the last four hours not to trust her.

Erica sat back giggling and just unable to stop. It was late at night so Steve called Dustin and Erica’s moms to see if they could spend the night. Claudia was fine, but Sue had to be convinced. It didn’t take much, just a nice conversation with Robin that she would keep an eye on her.

That night when Eddie and Dustin were cuddled together on Steve’s bed, Eddie asked him if he had fun.

Steve thought about it for a moment. “It was a bit overwhelming,” he admitted. “I couldn’t imagine playing D&D if it’s harder.”

Dustin scoffed, but Eddie smacked the back of his head. “Hey, you and I have been playing these kinds of games for a long time and he hasn’t. Cut him some slack.”

Which after some major grumbling, Dustin did.

After they were sure he was asleep, Eddie murmured, “It’s okay if you didn’t enjoy it, Stevie. It’s not for everybody and that’s okay. Just like sports aren’t for everyone.”

Steve huffed out a breath of laughter and then settled into drift off to sleep, surrounded by two of his dearest people.

And later, he would admit that he did have fun. But mostly because it was one die instead of multiple dice and was really simple.

He knew from dating Eddie and being best friends with Dustin that D&D was not that.

~

The summer passed slower after that. The days seemed to last longer and time drifted like a leaf down a gently flowing stream.

There were pool parties and barbecues and just learning to laugh again. El was even more withdrawn now that Hopper was gone. Joyce had taken her in and Steve knew money was getting tight for them, now that she had three kids to feed.

Eddie was getting more anxious as the summer wore on. He was told by the new principal that he had to graduate this year or he would be forced to drop out and take the GED.

Steve knew it was going to be a rough year for him and really wanted to support him. But didn’t know how.

He barely passed himself with Nancy’s help. But between him and Wayne they were going to try their hardest to make sure Eddie got at least a passing grade in every one of his classes.

The first day of school finally arrived and Steve found himself with a new best friend. Or like she called it platonic soulmate.

Even Eddie found it amusing and a little freaky how in sync they were. All the time.

Steve showed up at her house and honked the horn. She came running outside, carrying her trumpet and backpack, as gangly as newborn giraffe.

“Dingus!” she cried happily. “You didn’t have to pick me. I could have taken my bike.”

Steve shook his head. “Nah. I wanted to check up on the squirts and figured this was the best way to do it covertly. Like a ninja!”

Robin swatted at him playfully. “Using me to look at after your children. Disgusting!”

Steve laughed as he reversed the car and started toward the school. “Come on, you love me!”

She paused to think about it. Steve swatted her arm playfully and she burst out laughing. “Yeah, yeah. Of course I love you. Just don’t tell your boyfriend.”

“He knows and is surprisingly chill about it,” he said with a grin and a half shrug. “I think he thinks that as long as we’re together it’s easier for him to find me.”

“That is surprisingly chill,” Robin said. “And unhinged, but okay.”

Steve pulled into the parking lot and let her out. She pointed over to the front of the school. “See? Your children are fine.”

He looked over at the front doors to see all but Erica of his children. El and Max were listening to Max’s new Walkman. Probably that new Kate Bush tape Nancy gave her to help her sleep. The Party were harassing Eddie about Hellfire.

He could tell it was about D&D because Eddie was waving his arms excitedly and they were all listening to him with rapt attention. All four of them. Which meant D&D.

“Yeah, okay,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll see you after school?”

Robin smiled at him fondly. “Yeah, dingus. I’ll see you after school.”

~

Eddie held on to him like a leech. It was the one Saturday they had together and probably would for a long time.

“No...” he whined. “You can’t go. You need to stay here and snuggle with me. You promised.”

Steve sighed. He had promised, but Robin called a little bit ago saying that she had an in at the local video store and they should go.

“I’ll tell you what,” Steve murmured. “Let me go call her back, tell her to grab a couple of applications for us to fill out tomorrow and go. Then I’ll come back here and snuggle with all day. As promised.”

Eddie looked up at him skeptically. “You sure?”

Steve rolled over and grabbed the phone next to his bed. He dialed Robin’s number. “Is Robin there?”

Once he got her on the phone he told her the plan and though she grumbled a little bit she ultimately agreed.

Steve hung up literally minutes later.

“See?”

“You’re a regular hero, aren’t you?” Eddie said, rubbing his nose along Steve’s throat. “You never faltered, never held back your step for a moment. Not when you were needed. I never really thought about it, but I think you’re my hero.”

Steve blushed. “I’m really not. I don’t have superpowers. I’m not trained in several martial arts. I’m not smart or even brave really.”

Eddie rolled over on top of Steve to look him square in the eye. “You care a lot and if I’ve learned anything in this world, that is greatest superpower there ever was, sweetheart.”

Steve looked up at him in awe.

“You really believe that?”

Eddie kissed him deeply and then collapsed on Steve with a huff and a grunt. He wrapped his arms around him and buried his head into the crook of Steve’s neck.

He vowed then in there, he would keep the keeper. He couldn’t be brave all the time. What happened was frightening as hell. But he had Steve with him every step of the way. He would protect this beautiful boy. This knight of his heart.

“I love you, Stevie.”

Steve kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too, sunshine.”

~

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[lady-quen]

Cannot Hold It When It Thaws

"An angel falls to their hubris. It's a story as old as time. It's a story you already know, under countless names and through countless retellings. But knowing doesn't change anything; Soo-Won was more aware than most. And she knew that they would know she knew - and that scared her more than anything.

This is the day Jormag's heart freezes over."

[Pre-canon drabble, 2k words, Soo-Won and Jormag-centric. Angst. Exploration of Jormag's affection and corruption. No trigger warnings that I can think of, aside from a low-detail description of drowning. Art and writing is mine, Guild Wars 2 belongs to Arenanet. Dialogue inspired by Gen 3 Legendary Weapons. Divider graphic belongs to @soulbeastdragon. Keep in mind this is merely my interpretation of these characters :) Enjoy!]

"I want to make them permanent, Mother. I want to make them last."

"You know you can't do that." She smiled - in the sense that she radiated warmth, something that would perhaps best be described with a single word. Dragons could be infinitely complex, after all. "That is their beauty. They are fleeting. And so, their eyes are uniquely open."

"There is no beauty in passing. And yet.. it's gone. You unmade it. Why? Why did you close its eyes?"

Soo-Won could only linger in silence, dark eyes as unfathomable as the ocean. She knew well that the true depth of existence could not - and would not come easily to her child, not when they were so young. Perhaps, that was her curse. Either alone beneath the sea of stars, or surrounded by little things who only reasoned as little things could. Specks of light, innocent flickers of pure magic. Innocent, but destined.

The small dragon pawed at the ground, attempting to gather close the dust that once was a creature. A fruitless effort, with massive claws not fit to be this gentle. "It's still alive, you see? I can undo it."

"He. Not it. Please, let go, now. His soul found silence at last."

"No, no... It's not silent—you aren't listening closely."

Her tail softly brushed aside arms that had no real will to stop her, sweeping the last of the dust away. Finally allowing the once-mortal to scatter to the winds. The crystalline sparkles shimmered as they sailed the sky, a soul bidding its - his - last farewell.

"They are not... suited to our lifetimes, my child. Their minds cannot last, even if their bodies can be made to. Even if you make them pristine forever, they will not last. That is not their will."

"But I did not force them." The young dragon chirped, head turning in puzzlement as their already brilliant mind worked overtime behind sad blue eyes. "I asked it. I asked him. He agreed. But you unmade him. You took him from me."

"It's wrong, baby." She nuzzled her dragonling, wishing only for the depth of her love to soothe the turbulent soul. "Just because he agreed does not mean he knew what he agreed to. He can't have known. Us Dragons are of a different type of existence. Seeing things through our eyes, ah... well, I'm not surprised he..."

He broke, she wanted to say. But she couldn't. Not with the way they looked at her, resentment building behind those same orbs that once adored her.

But they finished it for her. "That he broke, Mother? How did you know? How COULD you have known? You didn't even ask him."

"My baby - they always break. It's inevitable -"

"You didn't ASK him like I DID!" Jormag boomed, breath coming in heavy pants from between jagged fangs. If a thing such as them could cry, she felt their eyes would be shedding waterfalls. "And you didn't ask now, either. If he wanted to live. No. You simply unmade him."

The matron of the ocean shrank away. Fear permeating an ancient body, an emotion she hadn't truly known until that moment. Even though she foresaw it, even though this fate was written in stars older than even herself, it was a different matter entirely to simply know and to experience it firsthand.

Her child. One of the only creatures she felt she truly, wholly, loved - and they lay destroyed in every timeline. The massive whorl of her body spasmed with terror.

The first thing that went was always their heart and there were no words she could possibly say to heal it. She ran a billion worlds through her mind and there was not one, not one life in which they understood.

Jormag simply continued to gaze into their mother's eyes, hitched, raspy breaths slowly evening out, like a stormy sea mellowed out into a calm. Before she knew it, they were as unshakable as a statue yet again, that same cold persona of reason they had since grown into.

"I see. So you've embraced fatalism." They commented, in an almost condescending manner.

Like they thought she wasn't even worth conversing with.

Like she was a relic who could not possibly understand. And yet, she did. She comprehended it all, every facet of it, and it was ever-so-slowly killing her. A deathless thing, watcher of every world that was and ever could be. And she was killing her child, too.

Soo-Won was glad mortals did not have to bear this burden. Yes, their minds were small, so very delicate - but they held a view of life no Dragon could hold. Something that only came with this same fragile grace, a flame burning bright before flickering out into the night. And so, she tried.

It would be futile. Again.

It was always futile, but she loved them and could not help trying anyway.

"The Cycle is life and death. Things come, and they go." The tip of her tail moved, a soft motion of rising and falling. "There are seasons in this world, my child, and it is our duty to guide their dance. Even the oldest ice thaws, and then comes spring. Can you not hear the birds sing..?"

"When the birds sing, the rot sets in."

The world was an enormity even she could not hold. Oceans would forever remain her home, but Tyria was so much more than endless waters. And so, in order to encompass such wealth of life, she bore that which granted her this name - this curse. Mother.

Lifegiver. As it all did in this world, their existence was spawned from water. As much as they rejected her, in the end, their domain would remain the very closest to hers. She could already feel the low growl building in their throat.

"You wallow in entropy and call it renewal." The scion hissed, stalking lightly back and forth like an ambush predator. "Cycles within cycles... grinding everything to dust. Does that make you happy?" The tip of their tail twitched, the only part of her child's body which so readily betrayed emotion. She thought back to the times they'd hide their tail under their form so that Primordus could not read their annoyance, and once again, she smiled sadly.

"It's not entropy." Though it may have seemed that way, it was the only way the world may continue. "It's balance."

She did not have the heart to answer the question.

"It's so delicate, but it repeats itself forever." The adolescent dragon mused. "Why? Why destroy something just to replace it? What about this carnage says balance to you?!"

Cycles upon cycles. She had no answer. Or, rather - she did, but not one that would ever soothe them. This glass-frail heart, so eager to chip, shatter and break.

"Why can't they.. stay forever with me...? I cannot hold this love of mine when it thaws. I cannot..."

"Jormag... love comes and goes. That is its beauty."

"There is NO beauty here! It's obscene."

She stilled. Every fin, every whisker. So too did her words still between her jaws, not even a sigh escaping their monumental clutches. The hand of her mind retreated when she felt Jormag's own slap it away. It felt cold.

It stung.

"All you had was the quiet void in which you dwelled. All those years in the abyss. Not even your domain is kind. Bring a mortal down there, and it ruins them in seconds and lingers while they scream. There is no sound as their lungs fill with water. The pressure crushes them. Warps them into shapes unfit for life." The scion spoke, in a droning, monotonous voice. A perfect façade for all the pain they kept - hidden just beneath the surface. Their voice, the only thing that could set it free, but continuously refused to do so.

"Down there, in your home, nobody would even hear them scream. But not in mine. In mine, I will be there. I will listen. Always. And I will talk. I will make sure they know they are never alone. Not even for a second."

"Jormag!" For once, she was forceful. Her own voice crashed into theirs like a tidal wave. "You are what will ruin them!"

Her offspring recoiled, betrayal briefly shining in cerulean orbs - no, there was more. A bubbling, seething hatred, an emotion of unparalleled intensity that ill befitted her gentle child. That explosive rage remained, coiling and writhing like a serpent, before it slowly warped into something more insidious. There was disdain, mockery even. "Oh..? Have I troubled you? Replace me, then."

"I cannot -"

"Cannot? So you WOULD have done so if you only could, hmm? I see. Am I broken in your eyes as well, Mother? And if so, since when?"

Since forever. As they all were. But she could not bear to let them know. Her imperfect children, spawned from a womb which failed them. But in the end, they would know that she knew, and that scared her more than anything.

"..Why can't you love me, Mother? Where did I go wrong? And when? Tell me the exact moment. So that I.. may make it immortal."

Their mind smirked at hers. Just for you, dearest Mother.

Stop.. please, just stop.

But they would not. No, they would not. For that was their destiny. Their great, terrible, self-wrought identity: and yet, she did not stop them. It was not hers to take away the choice they made - kept making - in every life. Her gut twisted, a familiar hurt burrowing through her vibrant body, her fraying spirit. The event horizon sneered at her distant gaze.

"You never loved any of us. It was all a deception so that we may fit your purpose. Enact your grand design which you forced upon us. But that is alright, for my voice is my own. I will speak my truth, not yours. And I will make this choice everyday. For as long as I breathe." Jormag continued, every word as sure as an avalanche falling. As a dagger caressing flesh before sinking in. "And I will ask a question you had never once asked any of us."

"Is this what you want?"

Their words were loud. Her thoughts were quiet. But she already knew. Oh, from the beginning of time, she knew.

"...And they will answer: Yes. Oh, yes. I do."

The scion turned, and she felt it like a wound. The splinter of ice that burrowed into her soul, never to leave. The final farewell from their own bleeding, shattered heart. Her only keepsake of Jormag, the Kind, who would become everything but.

White wings opened, and each feather sang like a winter wind. "Goodbye, Mother." The title sounded like poison in their mouth. "As always, you've left me nothing to mourn."

They were not the first to leave, but it hurt all the same knowing that the home they shared was home no longer. If a thing such as her could cry, her eyes would be shedding waterfalls.

You let this happen. Never forget that.

I won't, dear child. She could only watch as they departed. She could only ever watch, after all.

I will remember for as long as I breathe. For as long as my thoughts last. For as long as my mind keeps its vigil over this world. She felt her soul quiver, an earthquake at the bed of the seas.

And I will sing your name in my dreams, for as long as my voice is still my own.

[vixen7243]

Wrong Chat: 5

Johnny x AFAB!Reader | TF141 x AFAB!Reader

Masterlist | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

MDNI!!!

After John dropped you off at home the following morning, Johnny was on you before you could even fully open the front door, giggling as he was rambling about whether or not you saw his texts. You did, John had helped you in the shower 45 minutes ago to itch the scratch you couldn't reach after reading all the guys desperate texts. "Johnny, let me at least set my bags down."

"Don't be late sergeant!" John hollered as he got back into his truck heading to base, laughing as he watch Johnny pawing and groping you into the front door. John knew very well his sergeant was going to be late and had already planed to set up arrangements to cover for him, it was the least he could do for him.

"Those pictures made last night so lonely bonnie, such a little tease." He whispered against your ear huffing, humping his hips into yours groaning when you moved you leg up and onto his waist.

"Thought you would enjoy them baby." You said between each sloppy kiss, his tongue filling your mouth, hands holding your ass and lifting you up.

"Fuck, I did, so much. Was so jealous of that first picture, John's face right between these heavenly thighs. Yer taste flooding my mind while I rutted into my hand." You moaned pushing into him, "Did ye have a good night with him? He take care of my girl?"

"Yes, god he did baby, took such good care of me." You giggled as he huffed against you, hips rutting persistently to your core, "Had me cumming so much last night."

"Fuck, good, good man he is, knew he would take care ye bonnie. Tol' ye they all would." You started pushing his sweat pants down a moan catching in your throat at the sight of his red tip, cock ready.

"Come on, just fill me up, can't have you running to late." You laughed as he bounced you up and raced his way upstairs, "Carefully Johnny!" Tugging your shirt off after he dropped you onto the bed, he pulled your leggings off, pulling your ass right to the edge of the bed he kicked off his sweats.

"So damn pretty bonnie." Rubbing the tip of his aching cock along your slit, he tapped it on your clit before sliding it down and into you moaning. "So warm. Gonna make me cum already." Ploughing his hips down into you, he swirled his thumb over your clit, using every move in his caliber he knows that will get you right at the edge with him.

"Oh shit Johnny, baby, that's it!" You moaned, moving your hips with him feeling your cunt start to tighten around him you arched up, pulling at the sheet groaning with him as you both came, still after a moment, catching your breath. "Jesus."

Chuckling, he pulled out of you and dragged your body up the bed, "Get comfy bonnie, I'm goin to take a quick shower before heading out. Ye'll be here when I get off right?"

Smiling as he brought your blanket up over you, moving some hair from your face you curled up, wiggling your hips a little as you felt a mix of John's and now Johnny's cum sliding down your thigh. "Sure baby." Closing your eyes and snuggling into the pillows while Johnny kissed your temple and went about getting ready for work.

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Lounging in the living room flipping through channels before settling on movie you looked at your phone as it rang. Smiling you pick up, "Hey Kyle. What's goin on?"

"Hey gorgeous, what are you doin?"

"Just found a movie to watch, sitting in the living room, waiting for Johnny to get home."

"Hmm, movie night, well good thing I bought some snacks on the way here."

"Here?" You turned around moving the living room curtain slightly and sure enough, he was walking up the side walk, waving his hand up showing you the few bags he had. "Oh my god." Getting up you made your way to the front door and opened it smiling as he came up the steps.

"So you didn't see my texts that I was coming over huh?" He asked smiling leaning down and giving you a quick kiss to your cheek.

"No, but its a nice surprise, and I do love surprises." You said also kissing his cheek, "Come on." Letting him in you smiled as he kicked his shoes off and went to the living room to set the bags on the coffee table before going into the kitchen. "You bring me some good snacks then?"

"All your favorites, and some drinks." As he walked back in he sat by you setting the glasses down pouring your favorite pop/juice into them handing you a glass, pulling your feet up to his lap. Pulling the throw blanket from the back of the couch he laid it over your lap massaging your feet, ankles and shins. Half way through the movie you had slid further down and he ended up laying beside you, squeezing and rubbing your hips. Feeling so warm and relaxed against him you wound up falling asleep head resting on his extended arm, light snores also lulling him to a slumber.

Waking up a few hours later you rubbed your eyes at the shining light coming from the kitchen, you squited before humming and smiling, "Hi Johnny."

"Hi bonnnie, looked awfully comfortable, I didn't want to wake ye." He said walking into the living room and squatting in front of you, kissing your nose then lips he smiling sitting back on his hunches. "Always so pretty." Smiling back at him you nuzzled his hand that was stroking your cheek. Kissing his fingers you hummed has you looked into his eyes, he had a certain gleam in his eyes as he grinned at you, his other hand drifting under the blanket to your thigh, smirking at the exposed skin. Having worn shorts you looked down, watching the shift of the blanket, his fingers sliding up the apex of your thigh, under your shorts and teased the lips of your cunt. Gasping as he caught your clit between his fingers and slightly twisted, slipping the tip of his fingers into you, your arousal quickly coating them. Moving your leg, knee peeking out from under the blanket, you held his hand to your cheek biting your lip trying to hold back from grinding your hips into not only his fingers but Kyle's hips, who was still sleeping peacefully beside you...to your knowledge.

Feeling dizzy with excitement you let your leg drop the side of the couch, the wet squelching of your cunt around his fingers now filling the living room. Johnny moved himself down to between your legs, laying his upper half down and pulled your shorts to the side, stretching them, moving your leg even more groaning into your folds before practically making out with your hole.

"Quite the sight to wake up to." Clenching around Johnny's tongue you turned your head and looked at Kyle, blushing.

"S-sorry." You moaned, wiggling your hips against Johnny's mouth, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize gorgeous, I'm enjoying the show." He said smirking, stretching a bit beside you. "I would never mind waking up to the sound of your sweet moans." Arching up you keened, Johnny's tongue driving you over the edge, twisting your fingers into his mohawk while gripping Kyle's collar and bringing him to you to kiss, tongues intertwining, your moans and whimpers muffled against his lips, blissful with the feel of his hands inching up Johnny's sweater you had on, before cupping your breast and rolling your nipple. The ripple in your core intensifying the longer they stimulated your body.

Gasping as you pulled back from Kyle, you glanced down as Johnny pulled back, "Fucking delicious bonnie." He kissed your thighs and hips before standing up and adjusting himself, "I'm going to go pick up dinner, Gaz, I'm right to guess ye'll be staying?" He said smirking making his way to the front door.

"If I'm welcome to."

"Of course you are." You said tracing his jaw and lips, "Don't be gone long Johnny."

"I'll be back shortly." He said leaving, closing the door behind him.

You turned fully to Kyle, "Sorry for the way we woke you."

"I really don't mind gorgeous." As he kissed your temples you melted into him, Kyle is so sweet with you, although he never pushes affection with you, he does make the first move, always kissing you, holding you, but he knows and has learned your ques of how much you can take before needing to stop. His sweet words always wrapping around your mind, coaxing you to melt into him, feel him, see him.

"You're so sweet, sometimes feels too sweet to be real." You said smiling at him, kissing him again, the kiss was slow and passionate, your hands now roaming him, feeling warm. "No sex, but I do want to feel you." You whispered against his lips looking into his warm eyes waiting.

"Feel me then." He said guiding your hand under his shirt, reconnecting his lips with yours. Your fingers traced his abs, tracing a circle around his nipple before trailing down and undoing his belt and pants sliding your hand in. "Seems unfair." He groaned feeling your fingers wrap around his shaft, also sliding his hand into your shorts to he worked his fingers into you, following your pace, both your moans and panting mixing between your bodies. Lifting your leg over his thigh you gasped with him looking into his eyes, mouth agape as you ground your core into his fingers, mind blanking as you came, hand stuttering on his length simultaneously feeling his cock twitch in your hand, his spend spurting onto your wrist and his boxers.

Cuddling again with him, mind wander through your relations with everyone, you're quickly finding that you are blindly falling for these men, Johnny beside you ever step of the way, very encouraging and enthusiastic. Supportive even, which makes you comfortable to embrace the others advances and promises. Making small patterns on his hand you smiled up at Johnny as he walked through the door, bags of Chinese take out in his hands.

"Dinner time lovers, up and at 'em."

Part 6

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Cat AU

Okay, so, two particular pieces of beautifully drawn fan art have collided together in my head to create a light and fluffy self-indulgent image that I just had to share with you all.

@okamiliqueur's heartbreaking picture of Jack's lonely and forgotten box from the new demo made me think of cats abandoned in boxes, "free to a good home." Only in the case of the game's story, he was left out in the rain to rot, the owner having given up giving him a good home.

@jazzylovetodraw's picture of Jack as a cat has been buzzing in my mind for quite a while. I just love how precious he looks in both forms, and when I was thinking of Jack being like those abandoned kittens in cardboard boxes... well, the combination was obvious.

I know that Jack's fursona is a snake, and I know being a cat is Shaun's thing, but I'm a sucker for kitties. I'm as biased towards cats as I am for dragons, if my avatar and username didn't offer enough of a hint. ;3 I'd love to see all the characters as kitties honestly.

Tempting though it may be to go with Fruits Basket rules for kitty Jack, like I toyed with over on twitter, I think I'm going to play with a different and simpler set of rules. In this universe, Jack is stuck as a cat until his sunshine's love allows him to become human again.

Admittedly, it's kind of hard to imagine Jack being alone for very long when he looks so adorable. Who wouldn't fall in love with that precious kitty face instantly? Most everyone would be putty in his paws.

Content Warning: I wind up touching on a couple explicit headcanon details near the end. I mean, I did say this is a pretty self-indulgent image with my OTP.

Maybe Jack was stuck as a cat via a curse ala Hocus Pocus and is guarding the box/tape/etc. Maybe he was stuck as a cat instead of in the tape and no one could see him until MC came along. Maybe he's got a tragic backstory like the cat from Fruits Basket.

Since this AU is more about the vibes, I'm just going to leave the how and why parts of the lore up in the air. All that matters is that Jack is stuck as a cat and left out in the rain in a cardboard box until MC decides to take him home.

I'm just going to switch over to Alice and what she would do in this scenario. Poor lonely Alice is out on the town, when she comes across the box out in the rain and sees an equally lonely kitten. Poor little thing, all wet and sad... She just has to take him home with her.

Alice cleans Jack up, gets him wrapped up all nice and warm in a blanket, and even gives him some chicken she bought for her own dinner that night. She'll have to get cat food and other things for her new furry companion tomorrow, though she should probably look for his owner and take him to a vet.

At first, Jack isn't sure what to do about the situation, though he is grateful. No one has even acknowledged his existence until Alice came along. She's so soft and warm. He loves it when she holds him. She's so kind too.

Alice does find it surprising Jack doesn't put up a fuss when being given a bath. Jack didn't exactly like the feeling of being all grimy, and don't get him started on fleas and other gross things cats have to deal with on the streets!

The vet isn't as fun, though Jack is well behaved, though very clingy to Alice throughout the appointment. He can't help but fear that she'll abandon him too. He'll keep up the helpless and adorably needy kitty act if it means she'll stay with him.

There's no ID chip, no tag, and no missing notice for any cat that looks like Jack. It's clear that the poor guy is a stray.

Alice is hesitant initially. She's wanted to get a pet cat for a long time now, but she has barely been able to take care of herself. How can she handle taking care of an innocent life that needs her when she's struggling so much with her own life?

That hesitation doesn't last long. Jack loves on Alice so much, constantly purring and snuggling up to her. He curls up with her when she sleeps or relaxes. He was hesitant at first, and she assumed that was because he was wary of her, when in reality, he just didn't want to cross any of her boundaries. He didn't want to do anything that might upset her and make her get rid of him. When she started petting and cuddling him, he wholeheartedly returned the affection, absolutely starved for it.

The first thing Alice thought when she saw Jack was that he was lonely, just like her. He's so sweet and can't stand to be apart from her. How can she just get rid of him when he makes her feel loved and needed?

Of course, a cat's life isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Cat food is a step down from people food, and a litterbox is anything but sanitary. Jack just skips that nonsense and goes straight to using the toilet despite the awkwardness, which shocks the heck out of Alice. He also snubs all cat food in favor of human food.

Yes, I could go with Jack being a ghost(?) cat that doesn't need food or to use the toilet, but then he wouldn't have gone through the indignities of a vet visit.

Then again... it would be funny if Alice brought Jack to the vet, only for them to think she's crazy, since to them all she's carrying is empty air.

Hmm... yeah, I think I'll go that route. As hilarious as vet hijinks and typical cat care with Jack while he possesses a human mind and identity might be, this would be a more interesting and tragic route. No one else can see Jack but Alice. He's lived for who knows how long in a world full of people that don't see him at all, unable to even be human anymore. It'd be a different type of hell than the one in the video tape, similar to what I talked about in my previous ramble.

Imagine if the 1984 incident Jack died and became a ghost(?) cat because he was secretly a cat shape shifter or something. Or maybe something more supernatural happened during the incident. Either way, cat ghost(?) Jack is very, very lonely.

Man, I just realized, it would be even more tragic (and complicated) if I go with the reincarnation route for this AU. Ghost(?) cat Jack probably had to watch Mary die slowly in the hospital after the incident, unable to help her or let her know that it's him. He couldn't even offer her comfort in her final days. It would've been so traumatizing.

For now, let's just play with this AU without the reincarnation angle, since this is supposed to be mostly light and fluffy feline fun with the OTP.

Jack, even as a cat, tries to do his best to help Alice out. If he can make himself useful, make her need him, then he won't ever lose her. He sneaks out when she goes to work to keep her company even though she initially tried to get him to stay home. No one sees him, so it won't matter. Besides, petting an invisible kitty is a good stress relief when dealing with awful customers, and certainly beats regular stimming.

The more Alice cares for Jack, the more powers he gets back, starting with the ability to talk. It's a huge shock for Alice of course, but Jack makes it clear that it's because of her love for him that made her stronger.

Of course, that love is platonic, at least at the start, which Jack knows full well, but he'll work on shifting things to a romantic love... especially after he gets the power to shift back into a form that has hands.

Like in typical canon, Jack answers Alice's questions as best he can. He probably lost his sense of identity like in game canon, so he references CloudyTown and stuff "he" did there, mixing up the show's lore with his own past. It's also intermingled with his many years spent wandering the streets being ignored and going crazy from the loneliness.

Jack does let Alice know that he used to be able to change from a cat to human. He just... can't anymore. He thinks it was because he was forgotten. He doesn't know why no one can see him until Alice came along.

It's so sad and tragic that Alice can't be unmoved by his plight. Sure, it makes things a bit awkward knowing that Jack is sentient and used to have a human form, but she feels for him. It also makes sense now why Jack always turned away whenever she changed.

Yes, Jack could have peeked. He could have even watched Alice while she was bathing, but he didn't. He refuses to do anything she won't allow. Cuddling her and sleeping in her bed is innocent, but the thoughts he'd have about her when she was undressing were anything but. He loves her too much to take advantage of her innocent trust in him. He needs her to want him to see her in that vulnerable state... even if it drives him crazy lusting over her. Poor pitiful kitty can't even have a good wank off session with his paws.

Still, despite knowing that Jack was human and is sentient, it's hard for Alice not to fall for his feline charms and not think too deeply about that fact. She still winds up cuddling him and petting him.

Of course, when it first hits Alice that she's treating a human like a pet, she stops and apologizes, but Jack insists that it's fine. He enjoys their cuddle time. He gives her the big, pleading kitty eyes as he begs her not to stop, and she can't help but give in.

Awkwardness soon fades and settles into a strange new normal. Alice does wonder if Jack really is real or if she was just so lonely she imagined something this crazy... but his presence is comforting. He keeps her company almost all the time. She doesn't feel alone anymore thanks to him.

Also... now that Jack can talk, he says such sweet things. It's weird to have a "pet" take care of her, but he reminds her of when it's time to brush her teeth, wakes her up for work, helps her get chores done despite how awkward it is with his paws and small size... It's so endearing.

The encouragement and assistance Jack gives Alice is wonderful, and his jokes are so fun and silly, but it's the praise that leaves her feeling flustered. If she didn't know any better, she could swear that he's almost flirting with her sometimes. She's in denial that's what it is, but it feels nice to be told that she's cute, and Jack is so sincere about it... and how can she not melt when he says sweet things with such a sweet face?

It's one morning that things change drastically. Alice's bond with Jack strengthened over time to the point that Jack finally can change back into a mostly human form, though he does have cat ears, a fluffy tail, and whisker markings.

It was a big surprise to them both really, as Jack transformed in his sleep. Alice had gotten used to cuddling up to a talking cat during the night, so it was a shock to wake up in a pair of big muscular arms. Jack was so happy when waking her that morning, giddy to show her his (mostly) human side, that it slipped his mind what a shock it would be.

Naturally, Alice bolted back against the wall away from the stranger in her bed. Jack quickly started reassuring her of who he was and that she wasn't in danger. He stooped down to her level, pretty much wilting really, with ears folded back, as he apologized for scaring her. He was just so happy that he wasn't thinking about how it must look from her side...

Seeing Jack so pitiful and sad, Alice feels her heart go out to him. Once things calm down, she can't help but be amazed by how he looks. Unthinkingly, she reaches up to pet his ears and feel how they attach to his skull. She only fully realizes how forward she's being when Jack starts purring.

Flustered, Alice immediately pulls back, only for Jack to whine at the loss of her touch. He didn't mind it at all. He always loves it when she cuddles with him.

It's a complicated feeling for Alice. On the one hand they've been very close for so long. On the other, Jack is definitely a human, so it feels different now.

Yet, Jack is so sweet. He's mindful of her hesitation, even if he's disappointed. It's harder for him to hide his feelings with such expressive ears. Alice can't help but want to reach out to him, especially after they've already spent so much time together, getting to know one another. He's chased away the loneliness that had been haunting her for so, so long.

Of course, now that Jack has a human form, Alice finds her feelings slipping into "dangerous" territory. He makes her feel so good, so loved, and she feels for him too. She doesn't want to dare assume he might feel anything more for her than just a friend, but she can't help but notice the way he looks at her, the way he clearly longs to be near her. He's so tender and gentle... and they've already been so cuddly.

It's easier for Alice to find herself cuddling up to Jack, letting him and taking guilty pleasure from his gentle warmth. He pets her hair too in return, and it feels surprisingly good... a bit too good at times.

The line between friend or something more blurs with all the cuddles and petting. Alice feels guilty about it, but Jack keeps encouraging her until, finally, something has to give and their relationship changes. Both of them feel relieved when it does, as they couldn't help but worry that their feelings might not be reciprocated.

In a lot of ways, it's pretty close to the normal continuity, just with some fuzzy ears on top. Jack can change into a cat at will now. As he gets stronger, people can start to see him, perhaps as a feline silhouette, or maybe with some unsettling shadows not from a cat. He's certainly going to be a bit territorial and not be afraid to hiss and use his claws if absolutely necessary.

Still, this kitty is pretty content thanks to Alice. Jack loves it when Alice carries him around as a teeny kitty, warm and snuggly against her chest, even in the cleavage of her shirt at times. Naturally, he returns the favor, carrying her around the apartment as often as possible. It's only fair after all~!

Naturally, Jack wants to get intimate with Alice as soon as she lets him. He's so pent up. Even with hands to take care of himself, all the cuddling and now kisses just make him ache for her even more. He longs to be inside her, biting her gently and growling in pleasure as he takes her.

A bonus with Jack being part cat is that he gets to have some vibrating action when he purrs. It adds a whole new dimension to their lovemaking, whether he's using his mouth on her sensitive parts, or thrusting himself deep inside.

Oh, I'm reminded of the cat-like features I mentioned in the Omegaverse AU. I guess Jack, having feline features, would have a dick that's ribbed for her pleasure too. Tongue too. Neither would be sharp because rule of sexy, but it would add a very pleasurable texture that a clever man like Jack is going to take full advantage of~

Of course, Alice can take advantage of those feline features too. The base of Jack's tail and ears are quite sensitive, and she quickly learns what spots get his motor running. Of course, getting Jack excited will lead to him pouncing on her and getting rather frisky, but Alice would certainly be expecting that result~

I can imagine Jack could make himself look fully human without any feline features, but he knows Alice finds his cat side to be adorable. She has a hard time resisting petting him when his ears and tail are out, and he certainly wants to encourage her to pet him as much as possible. He also wants to encourage her to let him pet her as much as possible.

Of course, if Jack can become powerful enough that other people can see him, he'll have to stick with only cat or human form when out in public. Still, even when other people can see and hear him, he prefers to be in Alice's company. Cats have their preferred human, and Alice is Jack's.

Naturally, Jack would have to be sneaky about showing Alice love when in public if there's a chance of getting caught. Good thing he has that perfectly innocent little kitty form to hide in. I can imagine it would lead to some interesting interactions where someone shows up only to find Alice incredibly flustered with a slightly disheveled appearance, while her "pet" Jack is just casually looking smug, as all cats do.

Person: Whoa, what happened to you?

Alice, not looking them in the eye: Uh... Jack, m-my cat just... ah, got a bit excited.

Person: Heh. Cats, am I right?

Alice: Haha... right.

Jack: :3c

Hmm... I wonder then if the other love interests should have cat transformations in this AU too. It'd be a crime if Shaun doesn't have that ability but Jack does. Jack already gets together with Alice, so I don't want to be extra cruel to Shaun.

Admittedly, I don't have too many ideas for other characters with cat modes. Well, aside from an image of Shaun taking care of his baby MoonPie by carrying her around by the scruff. This post was mostly just indulging in sweet moments with my OTP with a bit of feline flavor sprinkled on top. Maybe I'll revisit the idea again if I get more ideas than just a bit of fluff.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this silly romp with Alice and Jack having some feline fun times!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

[olichat-reads]

Mrow Snippets | Creampuff

Bakugou x roomate cat!reader

Summary: you're getting a little tired of cat food and when the opportunity to get a taste of your favourite dessert arises, you strike.

A/n: more mrow content! i have some unused drafts that i didn't get to use in the main plot so why not put them to good use still with SNIPPETS :)) more cat dad bakugou content in the world!

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"Sunny. Sunny, no."

Bakugou had only shut the front door, having just herd his flock of friends out from their weekly hangout.

Now, here he was glaring at a furry little gremlin- namely you, caught like a deer in headlights from where you were perched on the kitchen counter.

You held your body perfectly still the moment he laid those narrowed accusatory red eyes on you- as if he'd forget you existed if you didn't move too obviously, you thought, creeping a single paw forward, painfully slowly.

"Sunny. I can see you," he scoffed in disbelief as if he heard your thoughts. "Step away from the box."

Yeah, no such luck.

You stared right back at him with huge eyes- putting as much faux innocence into them as if you weren't a step away from the open box of creampuffs on the counter.

Neither of you moved.

The air was tense & still. You didn't even blink as you held unwavering eye contact with the blonde standing over you.

"Sunny-" he took a careful step forward & you pounced; grabbing a creampuff between your teeth & fucking ran.

"SUNNY, NO!"

SUNNY, YES! You all but cackled in victory as you sprinted around the corner, your little body allowing you to dodge Bakugou's grasp much easier than had you been human.

"Sunny that isn't for cats!"

Well jokes on you- I'm not a cat! You shrieked in delight as you slipped under the couch with practiced ease after all the time you've wriggled yourself into the small space to sulk after petty arguments with your roomate.

Even with you as a cat, the two of you easily fell into your usual dynamic of squabbling like an old married couple. Only being able to communicate with meows & chirps will not stop you from sassing the grumpy blonde & he doesn't hold back on the sarcasm & snappy remarks either.

Both of you essentially drove each other mad.

It was a good time.

Speaking of a good time, you siddled up in a safe corner at the very back of the couch, out of reach from a certain blonde and murped in triumph one last time before you took the biggest bite out of the pastry in your grasp, mewling in pure happiness at the taste flooding your tastebuds. God, you missed people food.

Your joy did not last long though- your stupidly jacked pro hero of a roomate having absolutely no difficulty lifting the fucking couch with one hand, the other swiping you from your sanctuary, making you squeak in surprise, holding onto your beloved creampuff for dear life.

No!

You held on tight, squishing the cream out of the pastry shell and into your fur, making Bakugou grimace at the mess but you didn't care. How could you when your roomate was about to seperate you from the tasty love of your life?!

No! You all but wailed in despair as Bakugou extracted the rest of the creampuff from your clutches.

The blashemy! The unjust! The-

Your dramatic yowling was cut off when Bakugou dropped you onto the sofa unceremoniously. You were all but ready to throw a tantrum over being ripped away from the source of your brief but great joy, only to be interrupted again, this time by a wet cloth dropped smack to your face.

You did that on purpose! You screeched, scandalized, tail bristling into an angry poof even more when that handsome jerk had the audacity to laugh at you-

"Calm down, brat. Just cleaning your face," Bakugou chuckled under his breath, gently wiping the cream of off the fur of your pouting face. Or if cats could pout.

You barely had a chance to get a word of complain out before a large finger swiped a dollop of cream onto your nose. You almost went cross eyed as you stared at the cloud of white in confusion.

"Thats all you're getting, brat. Don't want you getting sick."

Oh.

You had to huff out a laugh at that.

You're getting soft, Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight you mused, licking the cream off your nose, purring like a little motorboat at the taste.

Ah. Oh, well. Gotta love your cat dad Bakugou.

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[marshallpupfan]

Marshall Merchandise Update!

Got some interesting new additions for my collection to show off today! Eventually, I need to show everything off again... as soon as I get things organized again. I still have items I bought from early last year that I still haven't found a spot for yet. I've been slacking! lol

First off, this lapel pin... being graciously held up by Wolf O'Donnell. There's probably a "can't let you do that" joke in here somewhere, but I can't think of any right off hand. 😅

This was actually sent to me by a friend, who recently paid a visit to Nickelodeon Universe (an indoor theme park). While she was there, she seen this and got it for me, hoping it was something I didn't have. Fortunately, it wasn't! A fine item for my collection, indeed! She'll likely see this post later, so if you're reading this, thank you again!

Actually, I believe she also went a year or two ago and managed to find the Meet & Greet Marshall wandering around. She even got a picture & video with him, too. I was quite envious! 😄

Next, this "magic towel" thing. It's also being held up by another wolf - this time, it's Wolf Link, from "The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess". Can you tell I'm a bit of a Nintendo gamer? lol

Anyhoo, I was just doing some shopping with my mother in a dollar store when I happened to stumble upon this. It was only $1.25, so... why not get it? The artwork isn't the best, but hey, I still like it.

Next, one of those "Good 2 Grow" snack containers! Actually, funny story about this one. I was at a gas station, not expecting to see anything pertaining to PAW Patrol, when I seen one of these that someone left at the front near the cashier. However...

It was actually one of Zuma, which surprised me, since they usually pass him up to focus on the main four. I meant to post about it on Twitter/X, but like usual, I forgot. In any case, I decided to track one down, and I soon found one of Marshall at Walmart. It was the last one, too! Unless I'm mistaken, they also had one of Liberty, so I guess they went beyond just the six original pups this time. Nice!

As you might recall, we've actually seen products like this before, about a year or two ago. Back then, it was just the pups in their regular outfits. This time, they went with a superhero theme, no doubt due to The Mighty Movie. I'm not sure why they went with Super Paws and not the Mighty Movie outfits, but maybe these were easier to mold. Who knows, but hey, I quite like it when older outfits get brought back, instead of them getting forgotten in the sands of time.

I just wish we could see THIS outfit again someday. It had a brief reappearance in that "Mighty Pups Save Adventure Bay" video game, but that's it so far. Sadly, at this point, I doubt we'll ever see it again.

Er... guess I got a little distracted here, sorry!

Last, and absolutely not least, is this brand new item! Something I knew about for many months and couldn't wait to get a hold of one for myself! It's "Storytime with Marshall" by Leap Frog!

(In hindsight, taking these pictures in front of my monitor may not have been the best idea. Hopefully they're not too hard to see. 😅)

This thing is legitimately super awesome! They really got his likeness down so well here! I mean, seriously, just look at it! It's so cute! It's easily one of the best pieces of merch I've got in my collection now!

According to the box, it can do quite a lot. It includes 40+ stories, which I assume are based on various episodes (I haven't listened to them yet, but I also assume they focus on different pups, going by the buttons on the front... yeah, it's a shame there's no Rocky or Zuma again, I know). It has a sleep timer, to help lull the little ones to sleep at night before shutting off and all that. Additionally, it teaches "core learning skills" or something, whatever that means. That's cool and all, but of course, for me, I just wanted it because I absolutely love how it looks. It'll look great on one of my shelves! lol

I'll admit, I'm glad this came out before the new animation style got applied. While I like Marshall's updated season 11 look so far (I might make a separate post about that later), his original design is still my #1 favorite. A part of me hopes to keep collecting more merchandise of THIS Marshall, but I know that, by next year, they'll probably retire this design and start using the new one, permanently. Guess I'll enjoy it while it lasts. 😅

And that's all for now! I currently have another item coming in the mail; Marshall's new Rescue Wheels big wheel vehicle + figurine. It's been delayed, but it's supposed to show up at some point next week. Hopefully, the remaining Rescue Wheels merchandise will show up in stores soon enough, and I'll be able to show them all off soon. I might also have to buy a Boomer figurine, too. lol

[gumnut-logic]

Óen (Part 7)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Thunderbirds Are Go and HTTYD crossover.

I finally managed to write some more of this. A scene popped into my head and here we are :D Plotline is evolving and I'm feeling more positive.

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight and @idontknowreallywhy for the read throughs and support :D And to all those who dare to join me in this insanity.

Have a little Virg and Hiccup. I hope you enjoy.

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Virgil had a huge dragon.

She was a shifting iridescent green, red and gold, and taller at the shoulder than Hiccup standing twice over and all muscle. Toothless appeared tiny beside her, even Óen was dwarfed.

A massive single horn arched out of her snout, while two more branched into a giant V over her head. Her neck and shoulders were protected by plates of glistening armour.

She glittered as she moved.

They were standing on a high cliff above the sea to the east of the settlement. Virgil claimed that a glide off a high point would be much kinder to Toothless’ wings than a launch from flat ground.

Hiccup agreed, so they had slogged all the way up here immediately after breakfast.

The wind was bitterly cold…but that was nothing new.

“Can I?” Hiccup held up a hand, gesturing for permission to reach out to the large dragon.

Virgil arched an eyebrow. “Dá is strong, but she’s gentle.” A small smirk. “She loves a scratch under her chin.”

The smith was securing an intricate saddle, lined with contraptions that fascinated Hiccup almost as much as the dragon it was strapped to.

But Dá was eyeing Hiccup and he had to respond.

He approached carefully, arm partly outstretched, hand open.

Golden eyes followed his every move.

Toothless warbled at the behemoth and Dá snuffled back, rolling her shoulders, much to protest from Virgil. “Hold still, there, lovely. Toothpick is harmless.”

Oh, great, he was never going to live that one down.

Hiccup took another step closer and offered his hand.

A deep rumble and smooth horn touch his palm.

Hiccup opened eyes he hadn’t realised he had closed to find those golden eyes adoring him.

Toothless rolled his eyes and grumbled.

Tentatively, Hiccup let his fingers slide across her snout and down under her chin. A gentle rub and the great dragon started purring.

Like distant thunder.

“She likes you.” Virgil stood next to her, watching Hiccup’s ministrations.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Aye, she is, and she knows it.” Virgil reached in between her first two plates of armour and did something that set her thunder crackling. One of her back legs started pawing at the ground. “She would sit here all day being admired and petted if she could. Wouldn’t you, lovely?”

That earned both of them a huff with enough warm breath to flap Hiccup’s jacket.

“Yes, yes, I know you want to fly, but I have to check on our patient first.” He retrieved his hand and turned to Toothless. “Now, young one, let’s check those wings of yours.”

To Hiccup’s surprise, Toothless immediately lifted and unfolded his right wing. The smith examined it, working gentle fingers down the length of the wing bone, testing muscle and movement. “You’ve rested well overnight.” He turned to Toothless’ left wing and did the same. “You are looking better, but you are not to strain yourself today. No aerobatics. You’re not my first night fury patient and Dá and I will intervene if you threaten your health or your rider’s”

“Hey!”

Toothless’ grumble echoed Hiccup’s protest.

Virgil turned to Hiccup. “And that goes for you, too. I will not have any hotshot flyboy actions today. Your dragon is injured and needs care.”

“I would never harm Toothless!”

“Eh, you’re a night fury rider. From my experience, there are tendencies to forget that slow and easy wins the race.” Virgil peered down at him. “Love does not negate stupidity. Don’t do anything stupid or Dá and I will pull you from the sky.”

Hiccup’s eyes narrowed. They could try. They would have to catch Toothless first…

And the thought brought him up short. Toothless was injured.

And Hiccup was stupid.

Virgil was eyeing him. “Are we agreed?”

Hiccup straightened and nodded.

“Good.” Virgil turned back to his dragon. “It will be interesting to see your prosthetics in action. I’m impressed with their design.”

“You are?” The words fell from Hiccup’s mouth without thought.

The smith turned back to look at him. “Of course, the work is excellent. Your’s, I presume?”

Hiccup nodded.

“I thought so. Hiram will want to speak to you.”

“Hiram?”

But Virgil had climbed aboard Dá and was securing himself with safety lines to his thick wide belt. The belt was a green that echoed Dá’s brilliance. The smith had swapped out his loose red shirt for what he called flying leathers. A mix of blues and green, similar to those Scott had been wearing when he saved them the day before.

Virgil also had a helmet like the Flaith, but his hinged at his temple and he had it open, flipped above his brow. Green was slicked down its sides.

He patted Da and the great dragon turned towards the cliff edge.

Toothless growled and butted Hiccup…who had frozen in thought, apparently. “Alright, alright, don’t burn your tonsils.”

It was Toothless’ turn to huff.

Hiccup ignored him and climbed onto his shoulders, securing himself. “You ready, bud.”

The dragon scoffed and trotted the both of them to stand beside Virgil and Da.

“I will go first. You follow slowly and carefully.” Virgil looked down at Toothless. “Coic will be watching, young one.”

Toothless barked up at the smith, but Virgil slammed his helmet closed, Da let off a roar, and they launched effortlessly off the cliff.

Toothless spread his wings. “Okay, bud, take it easy.” He patted his friend’s black scales.

The night fury snorted and grumbled, but trotted off the edge into the sky.

And the wind caught them.

It was like letting out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding.

Black wings sailed them in a gentle curve upwards, recovering from their initial dip and catching the winds pushing up the steep rock.

Oh, yes, it had only been a day, but a day of worry and strangeness and here they were together again, flying.

“Keep it simple. Flat turns. Minimise climbing.” Stern instructions bounced across all the blue. Da’s wings were as vast as her body was massive. Hiccup had no doubt the dragon could grab or lift anything she felt like. The pair were circling Hiccup and Toothless at a respectable distance - enough to give them room to manoeuvre but close enough to use those massive dragon muscles should they need to.

But there was no need. Toothless behaved himself and soon they were gliding above the ocean with smooth and gentle strokes, far slower than their usual pace, but still flying.

The ocean blurred beyond the roar in his ears and the chill of the sky welcomed them.

After their meeting of diplomatic words yesterday, Virgil had excused both Hiccup and Toothless on health grounds bringing the virtual game of maces and talons to a close.

These people were on a mission. They were not relaxed. There was no ale beside the evening fire. There was drink, yes, but no stories or song. the evening had been tense with worry. There was something being unsaid in Hiccup’s presence. He could feel it.

Surprisingly, he didn’t feel threatened. Whatever had the village on edge, it wasn’t Hiccup or Toothless - that was unusual in their experience, a night fury tended to put the average person more over the cliff than on edge.

None of the brothers showed any animosity towards Hiccup or Toothless. In fact, they treated them as welcome guests.

And yes, they were brothers, Scott, Virgil, the mysterious John, and Alan admitted to the relationship. There was even mention of a fifth brother who did not make an appearance last night.

The food was plain, but the company was welcoming and kind. Even Virgil’s stern words appeared to come from a perspective of caring about Hiccup and Toothless rather than any threat.

It was becoming easier to trust these people.

Alan had kept Hiccup company for most of the night. He chattered a lot, mostly about dragons. He was fascinated with Toothless, but admitted that Scott had yet to allow him a dragon of his own. That was followed by blatant sibling complaints despite the fact he obviously idolised the Flaith, Oen, John and Coic…and yes, Alan was very talkative.

Hiccup was grateful for it. While there was enthusiasm, Alan was not clueless. They talked about navigation, how high a dragon could fly and, of all things, mathematics.

There was a possibility that the two of them could become friends - a rare and precious find for Hiccup.

But first there were the politics of the situation.

Hiccup sighed.

Toothless warbled a query.

“It’s okay, bud, just stuff.” Focus. “You feeling okay?”

His dragon warbled a positive.

“Shall we scoot a little closer to Dá? I want some answers.”

Toothless snorted, but between him and Hiccup’s control, they darted sideways, swooping easily into a parallel flight path with the green dragon.

That helmeted head tilted slightly in their direction. “You’re doing well.”

Hiccup dipped his head in acknowledgement.

He swallowed. “Virgil, what is the Commitment?” Alan had mentioned the term several times last night. Something to do with dragons and an oath. But while Alan could talk the winter coat off a yak’s rear end, he was obviously not dumb and changed the topic each time Hiccup asked the question.

He didn’t know whether it was a secret or Alan just didn’t want to talk about it.

So Hiccup asked Virgil.

The smith didn’t immediately answer and for a moment Hiccup thought he was going to be ignored. But then…

“The fight for life. The effort to save what the gods attempt to take, human, dragon, whatever. Our family has drawn a line and chose to fight to save those we can.”

Hiccup blinked. “Why?”

“Why not? So much is taken without protest, some given at the whim of a weapon of war. We have chosen to battle against the loss, to prevent, to save what we can.”

“With dragons?”

“With or without.”

“And Cóic?”

“Cóic is our matriarch.”

“Matriarch?”

“That is all you need to know.” A pause. “It is time to return.  We will fly again tonight.” He patted Dá’s side and the great dragon banked away from the conversation.

Obvious avoidance.

Hiccup sighed as he clicked his foot into the right configuration to let Toothless follow the pair. No wonder Dad was grumpy after diplomatic meetings.

The thought of his father brought him up short. Hiccup hadn’t even managed to work out how far he was away from Berk, yet. His father was likely beside himself with worry and driving everyone insane with it.

Astrid…

The Isle swelled below them, Dá landing smoothly on the Arctic thin grass far beneath them.

Toothless spiralled down into a landing with a determined Viking on his back.

Hiccup needed some answers.

Now.

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TBC

[hamofjustice]

NemoPen Week, Day 1: Mystery Dungeon

Nemona's eyelids felt as heavy as her fluffy, pale-orange limbs as she scampered around the rocky coastal cliffs, her path lit by a silver moon aglow above and another hidden afloat in the waves below. She didn't really have the energy for long-distance running like the kind she was doing, but that wasn't important at the moment. Why wasn't Penny with the rest of the team? Was something going on? Did she need cheering up? Was she in danger? If some big nasty Pokemon had Penny cornered, as co-leader it was her duty to put all her strength from training in monster houses into tearing those guys apart, even if it made her bad paw wors--

Oh? A flash of pink! There Penny was! Phew. Safe and sound, sitting on an outcropping (a safe distance away from the edge, as usual) and looking up at the moon, with her... ribbony feeler thingies blowing in the wind. It was a pretty beautiful sight… and, once Nemona calmed down, she realized that it was the perfect kind of night to be doing what Penny was doing -- like a secluded pocket of time to enjoy together away from the rest of the world.

Nemona decided she'd carefully announce her presence and saunter over slowly, instead of rushing in blabbering like she usually did. A leader had to be considerate. "Penny…?"

In a moment, Penny's ears and feelers stood up as she whipped her neck around to look… and in the next moment, they wilted in embarrassment as she suddenly became unable to hold her front paws still. "Huh? Oh… were you looking for me? Sorry, I should've said something…"

Nemona shook her head dismissively as she dragged her tired body over to her best partner's side. "That's okay. *yawn* Mmm... something going on?"

"Not really… just thinking about stuff before bed." the shy Pokemon said mysteriously as she returned to gazing at the night sky. "Nothing important…"

When a warm, pillowlike paw reached around Penny's back, though, she leaned comfortably into its owner.

"… You know I'm gonna ask what, right?" Nemona asked softly with a small grin.

Penny sighed with a brief smile of her own. "It's just… well… *sigh* Did I tell you I, um… I spent a lot of my time as an Eevee wanting to be an Umbreon?"

Story time? Nemona plopped herself down on the ground like a little bag of apples and gave her tiny legs a rest. "Hmm… No, I don't think I knew that."

"Yeah. I thought it would be so cool to be a creature of the night and stuff… until the moment I first saw a Sylveon."

"Heh heh. Changed your mind that quick, huh?"

"Well… not exactly. It was more like… how cute and pretty and powerful she was just wouldn't leave my thoughts… For a while I thought I'd be happy just having friends like that, but I wasn't about to try and force it. It has to happen naturally… even if you have charisma, which I, uh… heh. *ahem* Anyway…"

"Which you have plenty of." Nemona corrected, pointing a tiny finger upward.

Penny didn't respond directly to that, but her soothing ribbons gently wrapped around Nemona's shoulders, even though she was already pretty soothed just by being there. "Anyway. After a while, I realized I was… just making excuses. Being a Sylveon myself, that was what I really wanted. I couldn't just, um… uh, what's the word…"

"… Live vicariously?"

Penny blinked in surprise, like she didn't realize how closely Nemona was listening. "Y-yeah. Live vicariously through someone else, like it was their job to be my other half… just 'cause I'd set some arbitrary rule for myself about what I could be a while ago, and thought it'd be weird to be anything else. Like some kind of temptation I had to resist. But now that I've made my choice… sometimes I actually do still… regret it, every now and then. Just a little bit, though…"

"Aww, really? You wanna try making an Umbreon costume or something? Totally not my skillset, but I think we found some black scarves and a Reaper Cloth the other day…"

"Hehehe… classic Nemona, always the problem solver instead of moping like me. Maybe that'd be fun, though I'd hate to ruin it in a battle. *sigh* I just wish the choice wasn't so… binary. Can't I just be… partially an Umbreon? Or an Umbreon on the days I'm in the mood for it…?"

"Mmm. Yeah, that sounds like it'd be really cool." Nemona replied, secretly already thinking about what kind of moveset a Sylvbreon would have. "Oh yeah! I remember we have a Shadow Ball TM too, would that help? It's not Dark, but…"

"… Hmm… yeah, maybe. If you're sure it's worth using for that, and not something more practical…"

"Of course you're worth it! Help yourself to anything you want, bud, that's what stuff is for!"

"Not… exactly what I meant, but all right."

The two Pokemon reflected on the moon and stars for a moment. Nemona had learned some new significance and background to Penny's love for the night sky.

"I guess most Pokemon don't get to make a choice like that at all though, huh… They're-- You're just whatever you're born as, no matter what you really wanna be…" Penny sadly noted.

"Yeah, kinda. On the outside, at least. Y'know what though?"

"What?"

Nemona's paw rubbed Penny's head. "I'm proud of you for making a choice like that. A commitment to being something forever is no joke! You had to really know what you wanted, doin' that before I've even fully evolved myself. A little bit of second thoughts don't mean you chose wrong."

Penny laid down, stretching out her front paws. "*sigh* Yeah… that's what I'm hoping."

Nemona's usual smile faded as she glanced away. "Sorry, maybe that's not helpful to say…"

"No… no, you're fine. I keep saying not to read too much into me being all moody! Um… really, I should be sorry, complaining about having a privilege you don't have…"

Nemona shook her head dismissively again and flopped on her belly so they'd be properly side by side. "Hey, no, I'm glad you wanna talk to me about real stuff like that! Um… well... personally, I think if it were me, I'd be trying to pick between Leafeon and Espeon…"

"Huh?"

"Like, if I were an Eevee too, y'know? I've always liked plants and sunlight and stuff. And Espeon is so sleek and smart looking -- it's like the epitome of cool! Uh, to me, anyway."

Penny had a sequence of looks on her face like she was having an internal conversation with herself. She eventually shook it off and cozied up to her favorite fluffball a bit more.

"Huh, wouldn't have guessed those. … I don't ask you enough who YOU really wanna be, do I?"

Nemona bashfully scratched her cheek. "Heh, not like I really say much about myself either, other than just being a mouse that loves adventure -- Always figured it'd be annoying when I, uh… take up so much space already."

"I'm always here to listen. Maybe I owe it to you to start going on those morning jogs you asked about, too."

"*gasp* Yessss! Workout buddiessss…" Nemona cheered quietly, wiggling in place. "I feel like I'm gonna be sore tomorrow, but maybe we can still do a short one?"

"Maybe. You do deserve a break from how hard you work sometimes, though… I should try and catch up."

"*yawn* Thanks. Tryin' my best…"

After a few moments of comfortable silence over the ocean waves, Nemona the Pawmo began to gently lick her best partner's cheek…

… and, for once, Penny the Sylveon returned the gesture to her forehead instead of squirming.

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

"Yuu-Yuu hurt." Part 10

Part 1 | Part 9 | Part 11

"HUMAN!" Those around Sebek jumped. "YOU BETTER WAKE UP THIS INSTANT! You are worrying Lord Malleus, your upperclassmen, your helpless teddy bear, and your friends and peers!"

"What the hell? Is he seriously scolding them?"

"Wait, look."

Despite fuming at the sleeping body, tears were gathering at the corner of Sebek's eyes. "You may have given awful first impressions and you may still do things that are ridiculous, but your efforts and qualities are recognized and highly welcomed. We would not have put efforts to save you if otherwise nor if we didn't think you had a place in Night Raven College, so you better wake up!"

Silver sighs in exasperation, but then smiles fondly. It was nice seeing Sebek care for his friends, even if it was indirect. Lilia shared the same sentiment, chuckling and quietly remarking, "Ah, friendship."

"How beautiful! You wear a mask of indifference yet the compassion you hold for a close friend burns brightly through it!" Rook praises. "It makes me want to share a few kind words too!"

"Here we go," Trey says with a smile and shake of his head.

"Trickster, you have been brought to this world ignorant of its workings and wonders, only having your wits to rely on. You have struggled to make sense of things unfamiliar and were thrown into dangerous situations you could only conjure in nightmares and daydreams. Yet, despite it all, you persisted. You have led us in our most trying moments, guided your other half in academics and every day life, and made a home out of ramshackle. Truly, it is inspiring to see you grow as the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, the student from another world, and a dear friend to us all."

Rook shakes his head sadly. "However, I am dearly sorry that you and your other half had to suffer from jabs from unsympathetic cohorts."

"Frankly, it's unfortunate but unsurprising that Yuu and Grim would be treated rudely. I will say, though, that they've earned their title, and Sebek is right in that they have qualities that allow them to fit into Night Raven College." Vil gives a small smile and kind gaze towards the Prefect. "Even if first impressions were awful."

Ace and Deuce agree too: Yuu has a place in Night Raven, and things wouldn't be the same without them. "We sometimes cause trouble for them, even though we don't mean to," Deuce says, "but I'm thankful that they're still willing to hang out with us."

"Yeah, it's a miracle how much patience they have for you and Grim," Ace says slyly.

"Hey, don't pretend you don't cause trouble for them!"

"Before you two start bickering, could you also say how much you appreciate Yuu as your best friend?" Grim butts in.

The card soldiers' faces pinken. "H-hang on, that's an embarrassing thing to say!" Ace quickly says. "Can't we just leave it as someone we like hanging out with?"

"And we can't forget that they've proven they got what it takes to be in this school, even if they don't have magic. That's enough to say, right?" Deuce looks at the faces around him, only seeing amused smiles.

"But neither of you are denying what Grim said," Jack points out, smirking.

"Oh yeah?" Ace steps up to him. "Well, in case you've forgotten, you're also Yuu's best friend."

Now it was Jack's turn to get flustered. He started rubbing the back of his neck, muttering, "They just like to invite me to things because we're in the same year."

"Seriously? Why do you think you're part of the First Year Squad for then?!"

"It has 'First Year' in the name. Why else do you think I thought that?"

"You're dipping too much into the lone wolf schtick," says Grim, rolling his eyes a little. "Do you remember what the Prefect told us the last time we had game night? I don't think they would have told just anyone."

". . . Can't say I disagree."

"Yeah! And, you know, you almost always say yes to hanging out with them and us. I wouldn't be surprised if you have some nice things to say about Yuu." Grim was smirking, paws on his hips and looking at Jack expectantly.

Jack sighs deeply. "Something tells me you won't let me off unless I say something. All right. It would be disappointing if they can't come back to school. They have good morals and I appreciate that, even if they pull tricks sometimes. I can appreciate their dependability too and that they're genuine in looking out for their people." Jack didn't seem to realize he was smiling.

"I'd like to say something too," Epel says. "They've always been welcoming every time I went to Ramshackle. It kind of reminds me of home. Not to mention, they don't judge me harshly if I. . . erm, say anything off."

Ortho excitedly joins in. "They've been really kind to me since their teddy bear introduced us to each other! They've told me so many cool things about their world and I look forward to going on outings with them. I'm happy to call myself their friend!"

"I may not be as close to them as you, Sebek, and our other friends, but their patience and kindness to me has never wavered," Silver says. "They're trustworthy, and I would like to repay them back fully."

"As do I," says Azul. "Although, I believe saving them from their Overblot would be enough for them helping with mine. Still, I have a feeling that even if I couldn't repay them, they would have shrugged it off." A little to himself, he adds, "In any case, I'm still looking forward to hearing their thoughts on the recent field trip."

"Koebi-chan's livened things up since they got dumped here. It'd be a bummer if they couldn't come back," says Floyd.

"I whole-heartedly agree, especially since they enjoyed the mushroom pasta Malleus helped me prepare. I would love to share other dishes with them," Jade says with a pleased smile. He doesn't see his brother's nose crinkle in disgust at the word "mushroom."

"It's so heartwarming seeing youngsters say how much they care about their friend and classmate," Lilia comments, smiling warmly. "I think I'll say a piece too. Yuu, it has been refreshing to have someone like you mingle with the students, and I'm not just referring to your magiclessness. You and your teddy bear have imprinted something, whether you realize it or not. When you awaken, I would be glad to share some of my cooking with you as Jade is willing to do."

He ignores the small protests around him. "I know I've said this before, but I must say it again for the situation: thank you for being friends with the dorm leader of Diasomnia and his trusted knights. You have been a wonderful presence to them."

"I want to say my thanks too," Riddle says. "Our first interactions weren't pleasant, but I'm glad you still wanted to be acquainted with me in the aftermath of my Overblot. It was very kind of you and I had and still appreciate it."

"Oh! Me next!" Kalim pipes up. "Yuu, it really is amazing how you can still keep going even though you live in a busted building and on a small budget. You've always been willing to help all of us, but from now on, you should lean on us too. I know I keep saying it, but I mean it when I say that Scarabia is always welcome to you."

"I'll be honest, it baffles me that you keep helping people even though you already have a lot on your plate," Jamil says. "I doubt you need to hear me talking about that again, but at least keep in mind that you can put yourself first and say no."

"What about you, nii-san? Do you have anything to say to the Prefect?" Ortho prompts, causing Idia to let out a strangled noise.

"Ortho, what are you doing, springing that on me???"

"Most of us said something, so now it's your turn!"

"Do I have to?"

"Come now, what would be the harm in saying a few kind words?" Lilia encourages.

". . . Eugh, fine. They're. . . more approachable than most of the normies in the school." After a couple of seconds, he says, "That's it."

"That's so short!" Grim complains.

"You asked me to say something nice and I did. Take it or leave it." What Idia didn't say, though, was that Yuu had a genuine calming vibe that he appreciated. Not many people have that effect. Don't get him wrong, though--he's still bummed out that they won't let him pet Grim.

"Guess it can't be helped," Trey says, shrugging. "Well, I guess I'll say something before anyone asks. Yuu, what I appreciate about you is that you're a good influence on the freshmen, even if it's really tiny. I also appreciate you helping with the baking and trying to stabilize everything, although I've started to realize that chaos happens whenever you're around most of the time. Still, it's great having you around."

Sheepishly, he adds, "This is only my impression of you. I'm pretty sure other people can say much better things about you than I can."

"Come on, Trey, it's a nice impression!" Cater says. "Though, I'd have to agree with you on the chaos part. Other than that, they have pretty good vibes and they're super approachable, not to mention cute and likeable." And a great person to sit in comfortable silence with--them and their teddy bear. No questions asked and seeming to understand him when he comes to them with a low battery. He appreciates it.

"That only leave Leona Kingscholar Ruggie Bucchi, and Malleus Draconia," says Ortho. "Who wants to go next?"

Leona huffs. "Let's get this over with. Your niceness and magicless status makes you stand out like a sore thumb, but we both know you're not entirely nice, even though everyone keeps saying it. You manage to pull off tricks and even dupe Azul; a completely nice person wouldn't do that. You don't need my approval for being a little impressive."

"But basically, they have your approval anyway," Ruggie says.

"I didn't say that, but if you or they want to think so, I don't care. Anyway, it's your turn."

"Hmm. . . I guess for starters, I appreciate them helping me carry leftovers out of the kitchen without asking for something in return. And it's refreshing to have someone who isn't familiar with this world. Sure, they could be secretly judgmental, but they're genuinely open-minded. It's just nice."

"I agree with Bucchi," Malleus says. "Their naivety was what allowed them to approach me without fear, but even after learning of my true identity, they still treat me casually and are willing to invite me to various activities. Their friendship is something I highly cherish."

Grim peers at Yuu's face. "You heard all that, henchman? You got people who like you. But of course, it all wouldn't be complete without me saying my piece. You're a handful henchman, but I wouldn't give you up for any other person. There's no one like you and you're good at what you do, and I recognize that as your benevolent boss."

"Why don't you also tell them that you appreciate them as a best friend?" Ace and Deuce tease, speaking simultaneously.

"Fnya--!" Bickering among the three begin, much to the amusement of half of the crowd. No one notices the teddy bear whispering to the unconscious Prefect.

"Yuu-Yuu is loved by friends very much, and [teddy's name] and Papa love you too!"

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He's suddenly in the grey space again. Yuu is smiling now and the teddy bear in their arms has a happy face.

"I miss home a lot, but at the same time, I don't want to say goodbye to the friends I made here. I'd be lying if I said they haven't made it bearable to be away from home."

Around Yuu, sepia figures faded into existence, frozen and in various poses like a photo. Upperclassmen, peers, and friends. He saw himself among those faces.

"The people here are so interesting and unique. I really, really like them, and I want to support them and see them grow. That's why I wish to go home and have a way to travel between home and Twisted Wonderland, without any consequence."

Whatever emotion he had, there was an underlying warmth from knowing that someone thought of him in such a kind light (not that he would say it, of course).

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Wayward Waters Epilogue

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Ayy, Epilogue already? that was fast! but i have good news!

i have re-edited arc 1 (removed typos, made it more comprehensible etc. also shorter chapters so its not a wall of text anymore) so i will upload that some time after!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

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After the Victory Rose had anchored,  with the smaller Halcyon close behind we were finally home.

Not wanting to spend too much time in Tunstead lest there was a repeat of Naroa Island and someone didn't like that there were Nonhumans visiting.

Not like Rikaad would allow that but there were always assholes.

So instead we went straight for the castle, none of the crew of the Halcyon having seen a building this big before, or confusingly built.

Which was very evident as half of them got lost in less than half an hour.

At least Imugi had fun doing figures around the spikes at the bottom of the cliff.

We found them about two hours later, Jamie having been chased out of the kitchen like some raccoon and Ronan got brought outside by Norrin, who had scruffed him like a disobedient dog.

For some reason the Grumpy young man Leon came with us to the castle and refused to say much or leave.

We left him for now,  with Nea and Norrin around there wasn't much he could do.

I shooed the Crew to Okaleys tower,  he would have more information about the blue bracelet anyway.

Yamet had opted to tour the kitchen, stating the others could tell him later and that he'd rather see if he could trade recipes.

The tower itself was as askew and unorderly as always,  and we hadn't even knocked.

The door was missing completely anyway for some reason so we simply walked in.

I did come as a surprise though that Nea was in here,  holding a brown creature with white spots on its back.

At first I thought she was holding a fawn, but then I noticed the longer neck and nubby horns as well as the claws and long tail.

“Nea? Where the FUCK did you get a baby Drake?”

The thing in question made horrifyingly pitiful bleaking noises,  pawing uselessly at the air as Nea held it like a particularly squirmy cat.

Though it was more the size of a young goat.

“I found it! So I get to keep it!”

I was not about to Argue with her, she'd kick my ass,  Instead I stared confusedly at Oakley, who was painting the cat blue.

Oh so one of those days where nothing made sense involving him.

“Oakley, why are you painting the cat blue?, and why does Nea have a baby Drake?”

He turned to face us and shrugged.

“No idea what the insane lady here is doing but i'm trying to figure out what magic affinity our dear kitty here has! 

The paint is made of lapis lazuli by the way!

Now say who are those people behind you and why is the Zoa trying to pocket some of my Gems?”

I looked over at Jamie who hastily put some sort of clear crystal back onto a shelf.

“Uh, those are friends i made while on the ocean, long story i'll tell you later, but uhh we found another Bracelet, its blue this time”

I pointed at Ronan who in turn pointed at the Bracelet on his arm.

In less than a Second Oakley had gripped his arm with one foot and was hanging onto the wall with the other, inspecting the new Bracelet up close and with no regard for personal space.

Ronan just stared confused at Oakley, though to be fair he was already used to having to be a Perch for jamie.

“Did the creature look anything like the Ardua?”

No that it did not.

“Uh, no, it was more like a seal with big and flat hands and a long tail with a fin, does it have its own name?”

Oakley Jumped of off Ronan and walked back to where he was, rummaging through his coat a bit before pulling out a Book.

While he flipped pages, and apparently had trouble reading it? The Cat, Gloxinia trailed blue paint everywhere, jumping up the windowsill and bapping at the very confused baby Drake Nea was still holding.

The poor thing probably had a very weird day,  getting manhandled by a quite frankly rather crazy woman and then getting disrespected like that by a cat.

The thing bleaked again, trying to wind itself out of Nea’s Grip,  yeah that would be futile.

“AHA! Found it! I think translating is gonna take a while seeing as the author changes the stupid coded letters every five pages! 

And language as well!, tell ya what, imma deal with Nea now and then go back to translating, you can come back after Dinner or so”

That was reasonable, and Jamie and Akeem had left already anyway, leaving only Ronan and Imik here.

No doubt Akeem went after Jamie to prevent chaos,  and they took the clear crystal from the shelf again.

Nea set the confused Drake on Oakley table where it did a wide stance as if it couldn't decide between fight or flight,  not that either would be a good idea with Nea here.

“So! Arthur got all pissy when I brought ta lil guy with me! Said just cuz i got rid of tha big one din’ mean i could keep tha smaller one!

I say tha only one that can tell me what ta do is Rikaad! 

And i want you ta tell me what exactly this is so i can ask to keep it,  or him or her or whatever!”

The thing in question made another bleaking Noise, sniffing at the table and looking over the edge of it.

Ronan put his face close to it and the thing screeched horribly, scrambling and slipping on the old wood and nearly falling off.

In response to that Nea tossed Ronan out, literally, she tossed him out the window and Imik walked out after him to make sure he was okay.

Since Ronan had landed in a bush he only had some dirt on him, and after that they both wanted to look around the castle more instead of being near Nea.

Yeah, fair, I did however want to see how the entire Drake thing would play out so we parted ways and I went back inside where Oakley was just telling Nea that the little guy was a male.

“I'd say it's a young male,  the spots have the same reason as fawn spots, they fade with time and he should get some more tan and brown colors. 

I can't say what species exactly yet but it's possible he'll get stripes,  or colored horns.

If you're sure you wanna try taming him go ahead, i can't guarantee anything but i sure am gonna watch you try, you'd probably be the first to do that, well to be fair you gotta be a bit insane to try”

A bit was good, but I also wasn't exactly fond of anyone trying to kill something so young, and thus far the little guy hadn't done anything.

As it was he was even afraid of the cat, who was still covered in blue paint and attempting to groom him.

All that did was cover him in blue paint too and he looked rather miserable at that.

While Nea argued with Oakley about what size he could reach, apparently Nea had expected something big like a dragon but Oakley estimated something slightly larger than a horse,  so I held out my hand to the strangely fluffy creature. 

All in all it looked scraggly and scruffy,  the only scaled parts being the legs and sand colored underside as well as the rather beak-like snout that seemed to be made of cartilage.

It tentatively sniffed at my hand, bonking its head against it.

Then Gloxinia wanted all the attention and I had to pet her with the other hand while the goat sized creature was inspecting my hand with its amber colored eyes.

Maybe Ronan would have some tips for Nea since he’d sorta raised Imugi already.

I was handed a blue stained cat by Oakley who told me to go wash the color off before she decided to lick it off.

“You want me to wash a cat? 

A cat of all things who are not known for liking water?”

“Yeah! Good luck!”

And with that he shoved me out, not even saying if he'd figured out if Gloxinia had any magic or magic type.

Well, better get this over with,  I wasn't even sure if the paint was edible so she probably shouldn't lick it even if that was how cats normally cleaned themselves.

Ignoring that my own shirt had gotten blue in places,  I went to the next best water source and tried my best to keep a hold of Gloxinia who definitely did not like water.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I looked up to see that Leon guy.

“Oakley put paint on the cat, i'm trying to get it off before she licks it,  but i don't think she likes water”

Leon stuck his hand into the water bucket,  taking it back out and flicking water at me.

“Yeah no shit, thats cold water, why the fuck would wold a cat like that, try warm water next time dipshit”

Rude, at least I was trying, and not letting her eat paint.

“You do it then! If you're so much better at that!”

At the moment neither the cat nor me were happy about it.

“Aight, bet”

With that he grabbed both Gloxinia and the bucket, slinging the cat half over his shoulder and dragging the bucket to who knew where.

Well, at least I didn't have to do it now.

And judging by the fact that Gloxinia tried rubbing her head against his ear she was also rather happy about that.

Whatever, if that guy thought warm water would make her hate it less he was free to try.

Now where did everyone else go? 

Hopefully none of them got into trouble.

As it turned out they just had gotten lost in the castle again,  which we only found out because Jamie walked along the outside of it to try and get someone that knew where the fuck everything was.

Yamet however was found in the kitchen, 

talking and working with Myril so we left them to it, whatever they were doing smelled really good so we were not going to interrupt.

As expected when two very good cooks were put in the same kitchen, Dinner tasted amazing, some sort of Goulash that heavily utilized spices.

Yamet was probably the one that had brought the spices.

After that I brought Ronan back to Oakleys tower,  also rather curious about whatever he found out.

We did do a little detour though as apparently Nea had decided to train her new Pet like a Dog, including the command to fetch things.

Well, things, she let it chase a rat carcass she had tied to some other poor Guard that had to run laps to avoid the little beast.

Not something anyone wanted to be involved in.

“Is she trying to train the Drake?”

“I think so, but i don't think she knows how to,  how did you know how to take care of Imugi?”

He shrugged.

“Fuck around find out really, Imugi was easy cuz she loved doing what i was doing, also i was the first thing Imugi saw when she hatched so i guess she imprinted on me? I'm not entirely sure she knew she was a sea creature for the first few months.

Also I gave her treats when she did good things. 

Maybe I can talk to the lady there later and see if I can help! 

I've never really seen a Drake this close! Or young!”

“You do that, 

i'm not entirely sure she won't tell the little guy to bite you though”

I Wouldn't put it past her to do that, Besides we had other stuff to do first.

So, Ignoring whatever torment Nea brought upon everyone else,  I knocked on the doorframe to Oakley tower, the Door itself still missing.

“Ah there you are! Come in! I accidentally melted the door anyway!”

I kept quiet about wondering how the fuck someone could melt a Door on accident.

“Did you find out more about the Blue bracelet? 

Does the water creature also have a name?”

Oakley wordlessly pointed at two chairs and told us to sit down, 

heaving the book he rummaged for earlier onto the table.

Flipping pages around he stopped on a depiction of the creature Ronan turned into, though the drawing on the old paper depicted spots Ronan did not have as well as a different tailfin and a more brownish coloration.

But it was still the same creature, the depiction surrounded by runes and letters that were absolute gibberish to me.

Oakley pointed at it.

“So from what I found out this is a Faraselgi,  and it's basically the same principle as for the Ardua just with a water element instead of an earth one, the rest is pretty much the same.

Well that far we got ourselves already.

“Anything else about it? Or is that all?”

I would have expected it to have at least a few more differences.

“Nope! Aside from the different creatures, which are really just based on environmental factors, it's pretty much the same!

What? Did you think the blue one got superpowers or something?”

Of course not, but after being able to turn into an Ardua I couldn't exactly know what to expect regarding those Bracelets.

“How much is the same? I mean I know about the two hearts thing, 

Is the rest also the same?”

Ronan asked, brow creasing as he tried to read the absolute mishmash of letters and runes, clearly not getting anything from that.

Oakley just nodded.

“Well yes, if you take aside the tailfin shorter hind legs and stupidly big paddle shaped grabbers it is very similar!

Oh also your thoracic vertebrates are longer,  so you sort of got a mock fin on your back, but it's technically bone”

There was the weird thing,  of course there had to have been at least one weird thing about it.

Well, weirder than it already was at least.

“So I got more bones? Awesome! Do they have a function too?”

Leave it to the biologist to find that exciting.

“I don't think so, maybe helps with balance,  don't go around trying to remove them”

A fair warning considering this was Ronan.

“Don't worry! I'm not gonna vivisect myself! 

Jamie and Imik would beat the shit out of me!”

That really shouldn't be his only concern here.

“Well then that's really all since you seem already familiar with it somehow! Just don't go around scaring people or you will find your head mounted to a wall someday!”

With that he picked up the book and shoved it back into his coat,  which shouldn't feasibly hold something that big.

“Hell yeah! Now I know what it's called! I'm gonna go tell the others! 

And Imugi! Imugi first! Before it gets dark! Byee!”

He rushed out the doorway,  well at least there would be a bit of daylight still.

“Does he know where he is going?”

“No i don't think so,  when i go back i'll inform someone to keep an eye out”

Eh, he'd be fine, he had a stupid amount of luck.

Besides, I did want to talk to Oakley a bit more.

My turn to say something that would throw him for a loop.

“I met your ex”

He spit out the tea he'd been sipping.

“What? Wait which one? 

Ah no considering where you were it can only be one”

Which one??? Dumbass, then again he was like what? Sixhundred?

It was likely he had more than one ex, or more than ten even.

“So, how is Grella doing? 

It's nice to hear she's still alive after all this time”

“She's kinda dying, just like magic,  but you knew that already didn't you?”

He stared into his mug.

“Kamerasca doesn't have any Ley lines, the closest one is where my old hut is, which is why I built it there, but yes, magic is dying.

I've noticed a long time ago,  but nobody I know could do anything about it. 

I can't do anything about it, and telling people brought nothing,  either rejoicing at the ‘evil’ becoming less or simply not caring considering it wasn't their problem.

The only ones that did care were the mages and wizards and the like,  I know a few Elemancers tried to figure out WHY it happened but when I got there they were dead already, stabbed in the back by someone that saw his magic as a curse rather than what it really was.

I debated telling you after I moved here,  but I didn't want to take your joy away so soon,  Besides, there is nothing you can do, and I didn't want to see anyone else get hurt trying to figure out what was going on with magic.

At first I even expected you guys to either not care or to actually care, and go off on some stupid mission to fix something that a mere human could never fix and die.

All the powerful and old magic users are either dead or somewhere in Valyria, which is very dangerous as is already, i bet even more died in the last two hundred years as most used magic to prolong their life.

But with magic dying all the old magic users will too, and Grella as well.

She's really the only one I feel sorry for.

How much time did she estimate?”

I stared at him, so he hadn't told me to not worry me,  but from what I gathered he would have told me eventually,  when it became relevant for me.

“She said about thirty years at most, she will die in less than twenty”

Oakley looked at his three fingered wing hand,  sadder than I had ever seen him.

“If i wasn't a coward i’d visit her, but alas i am just that”

“Why? She sounded like she still likes you, i don't think she’d hurt you”

He shook his head.

“No, i know she won't hurt me, we split because i could never really go dive into the depths with her, and the school i wanted to go to was a good bit inland, where she couldn't go, in the end our interests just didn't match anymore and we agreed both to call it off.

But there are things out there, that I made very angry,  people I made angry by obtaining what was considered forbidden knowledge.

If i were to go too far from Barmea and too close to Valyria again they would kill me, and they could make it permanent”

There was a lot I did not know about Oakley, but I knew he was not a bad person, why ever he had done it he would have had a reason to.

“So you're stuck on this continent? 

Wait, did you just live as a hermit for a few hundred years? 

No wonder you were so weird when we met you, you still are”

He puffed up indignantly.

“Well, social norms have changed a lot since I went into the forest! 

It's not my fault you humans can't stick with one thing!”

Well that was true.

“Fair, but I'm sure you could just have read up on it!”

He grinned, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

“Well i find the fuck around find out approach a lot more amusing! 

But if you insist I will head to the castle Library to get catched up now!

Also i need to get a new door, maybe i should do that first”

I looked at the doorway that let a cool breeze in.

“Yeah that has probably priority right now, well have fun repairing your door, i still need to say hi to Arthur, if i find him”

“Oh i think he fell asleep sorting paperwork!”

I nodded at Oakley and went back to the castle,  stopping briefly to grab the red blue and purple shell I had picked out for him, I did say I'd get him one.

Now I just had to find him.

Since every other hallway ended up in the throne room at one point or another that's where I went, and Rikaad and Robin were already there.

Rikaad stared with disdain at the needlessly pompous throne,  to be fair it did not look comfy at all.

“Hey! Have any of you seen Arthur? I did promise to bring him a shell"

I waved said shell in the air.

“I have not seen him, but he has to be around,  perhaps Norrin will know where-” Rikaad got interrupted by Arthur emerging from one of the side hallways.

“I hate the layout of this place! Oh you're all back!”

There was a Squeal and Robin rushed to hug the blonde, who had to hold a bunch of paper over his head to not get them scrunched up.

For some reason they had reddish brown stains in one corner.

Arthur nearly fell over if not for Rikaad grabbing his arm to keep steady.

Arthur awkwardly patted at Robin's messy head and I noticed that two of his fingers were in a splint.

“What happened to your fingers? Did Nea break them?”

Robin let go after that, inspecting said finger gently.

He did say before we left that he wouldn't doubt that Nea would do just that.

“Huh? Oh no i tried to grab at something that fell behind that longass drawer, kinda broke my finger when i slipped on paper”

Well, that still sounded painful.

But at least the next bit would probably cheer him up a little!

I handed Arthur the shell I had picked out for him, 

the blue, red and purple shimmering in the light.

“Here! I did say I'd get you a big one!”

He turned said shell over in his hand,  the thing being almost bigger as said hands.

“I didn't know seashells could have those colors! 

Thank you! OH! Also I have something as well!”

He held out the slightly stained paper, which I was now pretty sure was blood, and carefully took it, looking it over.

My face split in a grin as I read the title, 

It seemed like Rikaad had to rewrite a law pretty soon.

Man, I couldn't wait to write to Fable!

NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT

[splashspeck]

Hello yes, I am bored at work and ended up writing a quick draft of a Clan Kingdoms AU fiction. The start of the Blackfoor/Tawnypelt arranged marriage idea @troutfur helped me figure out.

This is definitely an early draft but, I wanted to share a little of the atmosphere I'm hoping to create.

Also sorry about the format I'm posting on mobile lol

"Blackfoot?" The tom fought back a sigh as he heard a hesitant voice call for him. He'd been about to pluck one of the few frogs they'd managed to get onto the Tigerclan prey pile, but the duty of a deputy was never over it would seem. He carefully brought his expression to neutral and turned to the cat, Cedarpaw. Darkflower's son, a scrawny thing, though Russetfur had been working hard to put some muscle onto the little tom. 

"Yes?"

"Sorry to bother you sir, but… Tigerstar requested you in his den." The apprentice looked shaken, and Blackfoot knew well that their leader had a way of terrorizing cats with only a word, and could only imagine what the young tom had seen or heard to unsettle him. 

"Message received, we'll done Cedarpaw." He meowed, seeing the younger Tom's ears perk up. "I take it Tigerstar hasn't taken his evening prey yet?" The dark gray apprentice shook his head, so Blackfoot grabbed his frog as well as a chubby vole one of the Riverclanners had managed to snag. "Once your duties are done, get some prey and rest. Russetfur will drive you hard tomorrow." He meowed around his burden, earning a nod from the apprentice before striding across Tigerclan's camp. The newer dens were still shoddy, and he made note to get some of the den builders on task tomorrow. Perhaps he'd assign Russetfur and Cedarpaw to that as well. The Tom could use the muscle and Russetfur was a taskmaster of little compare. 

The leaders' den was one of the few dens of solid build, though it was still soggy from the recent rain when Blackfoot slid past the reeds sheltering Tigerstar and Leopardfur's inner sanctum. 

"Tigerstar, apologies for the delay, I figured you hadn't eaten yet." He explained, setting the vole at the tabby's paws. Amber eyes studied him a bit longer than he liked, and Blackfoot noted the addition of the leader's daughter, Tawnypaw, in the den. He'd kept the young Molly close since she'd joined Tigerclan with them, and Blackfoot had been impressed with how well she'd adapted to the new way of life. 

"Thank you, Blackfoot, the gesture is appreciated." Tigerstar's voice cut into Blackfoot's thoughts, and he nodded, carefully keeping his own prey set aside. "I'm sure you have questions about the purpose of this meeting." The dark tabby meowed, his tail swaying lazily in a way that put Blackfoot further on edge. He felt like prey being sized up for a hunt. "It is little surprise that our clan is still suffering the effects of previous leadership mistakes and misfortune. Tigerclan, and even Shadowclan within that, is in need of some positive news for the future, as well as some added security to ensure we are never in that position again." Blackfoot nodded obediently as Tigerstar glanced at his daughter, sitting stiffly at his side. "I have a task that I can only entrust to you two, to ensure our position in the clan and our success for the future." 

Blackfoot's heart dropped and started to pound.

"Sir?" He spoke cautiously, more than a little afraid of what was to come. 

"Tigerclan is to celebrate tomorrow, a feast like those Shadowclan holds for the royal betrothal. I have not seen one, but my mother told me of them. I would want nothing less for my daughter's betrothal." Blackfoot looked to Tawnypaw then, the tortoiseshell molly’s eyes were carefully focused on the ground, and a small scratch was visible on her cheek. Stars she hadn’t even completed her fourth season, Badgerfang would have been older than her had he survived. 

“I’ll ensure the patrols start hunting so we may celebrate as is worthy of such a grand announcement.” Blackfoot answered, only a moment too late. “Who is the tom so honored by this betrothal?” He looked back at Tigerstar then, and saw his fangs glint in the fading light when he gave a mocking grin. 

“Oh Blackfoot, don’t be so bashful.” He purred, standing to pace around the den. “I would align our families, cement for Shadowclan that the line of Tigerstar and the line of Hollyflower are one in our goals to make the best future for Shadowclan. To Ensure that we are never without an heir to the leadership again, and no more mistakes like Nightpelt’s Regency can occur.” He swept past Blackfoot then, weaving around his daughter and tapping her chin with his tail in a not-so-subtle order to raise her head. Green eyes normally so full of determination had gone dull, and Blackfoot knew the feeling of defeat she tried to cover with stony resignation. “And you couldn’t ask for a better Mate. Right, Tawny?” She nodded, still not meeting Blackfoot’s eyes. Blackfoot himself stood stiff, even his tail was held still, as though moving would make this nightmare come reality any more real. 

“I… am honored at being considered, Tigerstar, truly.” Blackfoot finally spoke, and he knew his shock wasn’t covered at all by the smirk on Tigerstar’s muzzle. “But… wouldn’t you want to match her with  a cat more befitting her position? I am a third child, disgraced from my own bloodline-”

“A bloodline that holds no command anymore.” Tigerstar scoffed. “You are the survivor. You followed your Stars Ordained Leaders and lived, your littermates chose to follow a regent the Stars did not recognize, and they were victims on the punishment levied against the clan for this. As to my daughter’s position, I would not pair my daughter to a half-clan bastard, or the child of one of those creatures, nor would I have my bloodline muddied with one of Tallstar’s cowards or the followers of a kittypet usurper. No, this ensures her, and our, place in the clans. Besides,” Amber eyes locked onto yellow and Blackfoot fought to maintain eye contact with his leader. “I would keep my kin close, to ensure my bloodline continues.” He strode towards his nest, grabbing the fat vole as he swept past Tawnypaw. “You two should start to get to know one another, walk her to her den, Blackfoot.” 

“Yes, sir.” Blackfoot answered, stepping aside and grabbing the frog from the floor, though his stomach now roiled in discomfort. “Ma’am.” He mewed as Tawnypaw padded through the reeds, following at a slow pace. The silence was thick, tense with discomfort, and Blackfoot thanked the Stars that he rest of the clan had already retired to their dens. As the apprentice’s den crept closer he stopped, catching Tawnypaw off guard and dipping his head. 

“I’m sorry, Tawnypaw. I’m sure this is not the match you would have hoped for.” He meowed, keeping his eyes low. “I hope not to disappoint you further.” He set the frog at her paws, and carefully touched his nose to her head, between her ears, before turning and padding towards the camp entrance. A glance from the corner of his eye showed the young molly take the prey and slip into the den, likely to concerned denmates. He knew Cedarpaw and Rowanpaw had taken to her, and Dawnpaw was warming to her newer denmates. 

As he approached the camp edges he gave a brief nod to Boulder, taking up the second guard post without a word. 

He wouldn’t sleep that night. Not without the image of his sister, his nephew, his brother and his mother haunting him. Without the sick guilt twisting in his gut like an adder as he thought about the not-even-warrior mate he’d be forced to take. 

[prettymuchpotter]

Fyshur healing up Pacesetter after a group of toons came in and fought him (aka, giving him oil etc etc just soft fluff stuff)

ily yes we can get some fyshur being a handy toon and fixing graham up, especially because graham would be sooooo ashamed of himself for getting beat up by a bunch of fluffy critters :>

(this got long so i put a page break so it won't be so obnoxious on anyone's feed)

Fyshur walked along the street towards All Star Suites, an obscenely large toolbox clutched in their paws, the tools clinking together as they were jostled with every step Fyshur took. The Toon was on a mission, heading straight for Graham Ness Payser's private room. They'd overheard a group of Toons in the playground talking about fighting Graham, and while they hadn't thought much of it then, the reappearance of the group, who all looked worn out yet proud of themselves, had sent a jolt of concern through Fyshur.

Thoughts of what they might walk into swirled through Fyshur's mind as they pressed the elevator button to head up and into Graham's room, their arms beginning to grow tired from the heavy toolbox. When the elevator finally dinged to signal the arrival to the correct floor and the doors slid open, Fyshur was surprised at just how quiet the place was. Normally, there'd be the distinct sounds of Graham zipping around, his hyperactive programming leaving him unable to hold still for anything longer than a couple minutes at a time. Today, however, the suite was silent, save for the faint sound of metallic wheezing. Following the sound, Fyshur found Graham sprawled out on the floor, covered in the remnants of Throw Gags and looking significantly beaten down.

Kneeling beside the unconscious Cog and placing the toolbox onto the carpeted floor, Fyshur reached a paw out and shook Graham's shoulder. Graham groaned as he rolled onto his back, his metallic joints screeching in protest from the workout they had just gotten.

"Graham... What did they do to you?" Fyshur asked, their face twisted into an expression of concern and confusion.

"Lots of pies. Maybe a cake or two. Or three or four. I wasn't counting." Was Graham's tired reply as he finally sat up, leaning against the wall. His eyes landed on the toolbox, his expression becoming one of trepidation at the sight of the larger tools in the box.

"There's no way you're putting any of those near me. No way. Not in a million years." Graham protested stubbornly, huffing as he crossed his arms as best he could, the pies and cakes gumming up his joints. Fyshur rolled their eyes, already digging through the toolbox for some kind of rag to use to clean him.

"Don't be dramatic. I know what I'm doing." They said drily, finally producing the rag they'd been searching for. Fyshur crouched beside Graham as they grabbed his left wrist and tugged his arm forward, exposing the mess of Throw Gags that had been left on Graham's body from the fight. Several minutes of silence elapsed, with Graham pretending to hate the fact that he was being cleaned up, and Fyshur focused on the task of getting the Cog cleaned up so they could see the damage that needed to be repaired. For the most part, most of the damage looked to be superficial scratches that could be easily buffed out, but there were several joints that clearly needed to be oiled after such high speed fighting, as well as a joint that was totally caked in Throw Gags even after several minutes of cleaning.

"Are you done?" Graham asked, forcing himself to sound annoyed even as he secretly enjoyed being taken care of.

"No. Your joints need to be oiled. And this one needs to be cleaned out a lot better than I can do with just a rag." Fyshur replied, sitting back for a moment as they gestured towards Graham's knee joint that needed extra attention. Graham sighed, resigning himself to his Toon companion's help. Focused on their work now, Fyshur grabbed a screwdriver from the toolbox and unscrewed the metal plates that secured his knee joint, earning a scandalized gasp from Graham.

"Fyshur! You just took my leg off! That is not helping!" Graham squawked, overexaggerating the situation dramatically. Fyshur just rolled their eyes and shook their head, cleaning out Graham's knee joint before reattaching the metal plates that encased it. They produced a small oil can from the toolbox, taking their time as they made sure each joint was in proper working order.

"There. Even Cog Nation would be proud of my work." Fyshur said as they finished, standing up to observe their handiwork in full. Graham gave an exasperated sigh as he stood up, although he couldn't deny that he felt much better after being helped. Normally, he'd be forced to try to fix himself up as best as possible, usually while bemoaning the fact that the Toons had even managed to beat him in the first place. The two stood in silence for a long moment, Fyshur fighting back a smile at the prolonged eye contact.

"Thank you for helping me. It was very kind." Graham finally spoke reluctantly. Fyshur gave him an absolutely dazzling smile before darting off, disappearing into the elevator before Graham could even process what had just happened. Moving to sit on his couch, Graham tripped over something on the floor, only to realize what it was. That crazy Toon had forgotten their toolbox.

Fin.

(this was long omgggg also if you clock that astarion reference i will screech ok byeeeeee)

[cryptidclaw]

New plan for the Po3 prophecy!

Instead of Jay knowing the full prophecy (which is this au is that “the Kin of Fire and Tiger will hold the power of the stars in their paws”), he only knows part of it. 

He ends up visiting Firestar’s dream, and sees an ancient cat speak to Firestar, this cat tells Fire that the 3 have been born to his daughter, and reminds him that they will hold the power of the stars in their paws. Firestar seems confused by this, asking how its possible, but never stating that the reason why he’s confused is that he thought Squirrelflight’s kits were born from a loner, not a kin of Tigerstar. 

The ancient cat only continues to repeat that they will hold the power of the stars in their paws, until the dream ends. 

This leaves Jay to assume certain things that are not true. Jay assumes that the prophecy is that Firestar’s daughter will birth 3 cats which will hold the power if the stars in their paws, and those three cats are Jay, Falcon, and Holly. 

Due to not knowing all the information, Jay and his siblings don't realize that to be the 3 they would also have to be kin of Tigerstar, and so for most of the books they never learn of their relation to Tiger (and in Holly’s case 0 relation to Tiger). 

They, and Firestar also don't know that Holly isn't the 3rd cat, and the 3rd cat born to Fire’s daughter was Leafpool’s third kit who died almost immediately. 

I think that in this version of events, Firestar assumes that Squirrel used Bramble as her donor for her kits bec she trusts him but doesn't like to talk about it, and Fire’s not going to go snooping into his daughter’s personal biz lol. 

I'm doing this bec, I feel like if they had known the 3 had to be kin of Tiger as well, Jay, Falcon and Holly would definitely snoop and like stalk their mom until they found out who their dad was. And if they did that they would unravel all of the secrets around their birth real fast and ruin the surprise, and we cant have that! 

Also... for the reader, (if this was an actual series) they could assume that the 3′s parents are Squirrelflight and Crowfeather, since it was established that they are mates in the prev arc. But then they would be surprised to learn that Jay and Falcon aren't even Squilf’s kits! And Holly isn't even part of the prophecy!

[cutelittleriot]

Return to origin chapter 9

Branch wakes up to Poppy groaning in pain. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would hear it and he is prepared and ready to help.

Heading over to his girlfriends sleeping bag he gently picks her up and brings her over to his bed and covers her up it's better to lay on something soft for when your in pain.

"Thanks Branch" Poppy says trying to smile at him before groaning. He heads over and gets the ice pack along with some berries and herbs that help reduce pain. Mixing them together he makes a mixture for her to drink.

"Here drink this it will help ease the pain" He says holding out a spoon for her to drink from. She smells it and grimaces. "Ugh why does it have to smell like that?" She grimaces before quickly swallowing it but it was obvious it tasted horrible.

He goes over and grabs the ice packs he had prepared and lays them on her legs,she jolts a bit from the cold at first but soon relaxes. "Thanks Branch really I mean it" She says giving her signature overbite that he loves and her fangs make him love her even more even though he though that wasn't possible but then again you can never love someone too much.

"I'm going back to sleep haven't been able to sleep well for a couple hours" Poppy says turning over in her bed. "I will be close by if you need me just call alright?" He says and she nods before closing her eyes and he quietly leaves the room.

He has around until lunch before the claws come in if his math is right so he needs to prepare. He could make that soup again it's simple but tasty and good for a person who can't exactly leave their bed at the moment.

Nodding he heads to his kitchen and begins to make himself some breakfast along with prepping the ingredients for the soup. He has himself a simple breakfast. After filling himself up he puts the ingredients in the pot and sets it to slow simmer to really bring out the flavor and so it would be ready near lunch.

After finishing up and cleaning up the mess he suddenly comes to a realization. Since waking up nothing hurts. Nothing felt weird well other than having a new appendage in the form of a tail but not like how it was yesterday. He felt completely fine.

"Is......is the transformation complete?" He asks himself. Giving himself a onceover maybe two or three times more just to be safe he was the same as he was as when he went to bed last night. No other new appendages, no pains,no aches nothing.

He wants to laugh,it's over this utter nightmare of a week is over. That means after today Poppy only has one more stage and then she is done. She can finally leave his bunker becuase he knows what she is like when stuck in one place for too long it's just not in her nature unlike him.

He just wonders how the other trolls are going to react to them. He knows he is probably overthinking and they are some of the most accepting trolls out there but still there is always that little thought in the back of his mind, if they could forgive and accept the bergens they can accept him.....hopefully.

Shaking his head and ridding himself of those thoughts for now he decides on what to do while waiting for the soup to finish cooking. He could hear Poppy was still asleep and wasn't in pain at the moment so that's good any second where she isn't in pain is good.

He let's his mind wonder on what to do when one rears its head. When he went out the other day he tried walking,well standing on all fours and when he did he remembered it felt wrong almost like something was missing. Maybe now since this transformation seems to be complete maybe he can try again.

Looking at his paws,his new legs and his tail he sighs and first tried the same position he did when he went out. To his surprise it felt.... good, better than last time because of the pawpads on his feet. He begins to walk a bit and to his surprise he felt fine,nothing set wrong or missing like last time. His tail swaying as he walked as if to help him keep his balance.

To be honest he sort of....liked walking like this....he really hopes this isn't just some sort of instinct that was telling him this.

He still preffered to walk on 2 legs but he might start doing this when he is alone,or out scavenging or collecting stuff for his bunker. Getting back up he decides to head to his bathroom. He needs to take a look at himself again.

Heading to the bathroom he closes his eyes before reopening them as he takes in his reflection. He looks himself again in the mirror taking a good long look at himself. He places a paw on the mirror and smiles.Even with all of his new features you could easily tell it was him. He wasn't unrecognizable like he thought he was going to be.

Despite everything that happened he was still himself.

After taking one last look at himself he heads out. He decides to finish working on the book now that the transformation is seemingly complete. Grabbing it he takes a seat on his couch only to wince as he sat on his tail. "Right have to get used to this thing,that means I can't sit the way I used to anymore" He complains as be adjusts himself,this tail was going to take some getting used to.

As if knowing that he was complaining the tail thumps on the couch. Glaring at his tail he gets back to writing. Now that he has all his data he can really get to work. He is at it for a few hours up until near lunchtime. Just enough time to give Poppy her lunch and then prepare for her claws to come in.

He decides to put away the book in a drawer near his workbench and head back to the kitchen. The soup is just about done so he decides to go check on Poppy and he can tell that she is starting to wake up.

"Hey Poppy how are you doing?" He asks even though he knows she is pain it's still good to ask. "Hurting but I'm doing alright for now,though I can tell its almost time for these claws to come out I just want them out already " She complains to him.

He places his paw in hers "Don't worry it's almost time until then how about I get you some soup? I made more of the one we had a few days ago" he suggests and she nods happily as she really did enjoy it.

Going to the kitchen real quick he quickly returns with a bowl of hot soup and it smells absolutely delicious. "Mmmmm that smells so good" Poppy says as she takes the bowl from him. His tail wags at the compliment but he ignores it. "You know Poppy I can feed you if you need me to,not that you aren't capable I'm just offering!" He says trying to explain himself.

She just laughs at her boyfriend being his usual self "Its ok Branch I understand what you mean. I'm fine for now really but thank you for offering" She says happily enjoying her soup.

"So I got some good news for us after your tail grows in I am 99.9 percent sure that will be the final stage after that it will be complete" He says excited. She looks up at him her eyes gleeful "Really? Are you sure?! She asks hopeful she has been getting just a bit stir crazy and she can't wait to get outside to see her friends again. She has no idea how Branch stayed in his bunker so much but then again she didn't go through what he went through when he was younger.

"Yep pretty sure I checked myself over and nothing hurts, nothing new is growing, nothing feels weird, I feel completely fine" He says gesturing to himself. "Alright! Only one more day to go and then we are out of here!" Poppy exclaims excited she wishes she could get up and express herself more but she knows better than to do that with the current state of her legs.

"Yep its almost over" Branch says having gotten over his excitement a while ago but is still happy for his girlfriend. She soon finished the soup but doesn't ask for seconds she doesn't want to loose her lunch on accident when her claws come in. She certainly lost hers when she saw......it happening so she wants to be safe.

Branch takes the empty bowl back to the kitchen when his ears shoot up in alarm as he hears Poppys breath hitches and he quickly runs back to his room almost running on all fours as he makes it back quickly.

"Are you ok Poppy are your claws coming out?!" He frantically asks. "No but it's just about time I can feel it" She says wincing. He nods and grabs the paper towels ready at a moments notice. She chuckles at how attentive he is being right now,how did she get so lucky? She asks herself that all the time.

While waiting the two decide to play some card games to pass the time but not long into the second game her breath hitches as she yelps in pain. "Its time!" She yells as she grabs her scratching board gripping it tightly with her claws.

Branch nods and gently pulls back the overs and right before his very eyes in a matter of seconds small white claws rip out of the slits that were on her paws dripping with blood. Quickly he cleans them off and they quickly retract back into her feet. While cleaning he sees that her feet are close to being the same shade of pink as her paws.

"There we go it's done" He tells her and she sighs. The easy one was done now they wait for the part they were dreading the most. "Wow that hurt alot, I can only imagine what's coming next" Poppy says slightly panting from the pain. "Yeah there is no true way I can describe it it was just pure pain for me agonizing pain" Branch winces at the memory of it and the sounds of his screams.....he didn't even know he could scream that loud.

"So what do you want to do now? Do you want to finish playing out game or....." Branch trails off awkwardly. "Hmmm oooh how about we finish our game and then I can go back to my scrapbook! I'm almost done I'm on the last chapter" She tells him but he just looks concerned.

"Are you sure your up to scrapbook with....you know this?" He gestures to her legs. "Yep don't worry I will stop when it gets to be too much" She explains but that didn't lessen his concerns much but relents and gives her the scrapbook along with the materials.

She goes to show him what she has done so far and he has to admit that it looks good and not overly violent. Like with the fangs stage she made it to where your teeth just comically fall out not mentioning pain at all and there isn't any blood to be seen. She doesn't show anything violent with the claws and just that they grew from your paws and she even managed to make the leg transformation not as bad.

For the next few hours she continues to scrapbook as he watches beside her content to just watch her do the thing she loves to do. His tail swaying in happiness at the tranquillity of the scene he even purred a few times when she pets one of his ears every once in a while.

Though he could tell the pain was getting to her as her wincing became more and more frequent,she would take longer breaks before going back but before long she can't scrapbook anymore and has to stop. He quickly puts away the materials and turns back to Poppy who is panting more often. It was almost time,his heart is pounding like absolute crazy at the moment. Quadruple checking making sure everything is ready for the inevitable.

He keeps pacing back and forth as he continues to rub his hands together, it was his sort of nervous habit as his tail keeps twitching showing just how concerned he was getting. "Branch" Poppy calls for him and he has never run so fast. "Is it time?! I will get the-" "No no it's not that" She tells him stopping him in his tracks as he tilts his head confused.

"Branch it's ok you went through this remember? We know what to prepare for we have everything we need right here we just need to be patient and wait that's all we can do" She says gently grabbing his paw and he nods.

He sits beside her and the intervals between her groans and winces were getting shorter and shorter. "Branch I think it's time we use that gag before it's too late" Poppy says before yelping. He nods and quickly gravity and wraps it around her mouth as she bites down. She gives a muffled thank you before turning her head sideways wincing again.

It's almost time he can feel it in his bones. He hands her the scratching board and she quickly begins to scratch at it trying to release some of the stress she is having right now.

With nothing to do but what he lays his head on the bed beside her she tries to stroke his hair but every minute or so she winces and when she does ends up grabbing his hair on accident. Only maybe a half hour passes before he hears her breath hitch as her grip on her scratching board tightens so hard he thinks its going to break, and begins to scream.

Even through the makeshift gag it was still pretty loud. Twisting and turning her head like crazy as she continues to scream as tears come out of her eyes. He can't stand seeing his girlfriend in such pain but it has to happen and there's nothing he can do to help.

*Crack*

*Snap*

*Pop*

*Crunch*

His ears pin back against his head. When he heard it it wasn't as loud due to his screaming but here he can hear it in all of its horrifying glory. Gulping at what he was about to see he lifts the covers and stares.

Just like what happened to him he witnesses Poppy's legs rearrange themselves and change shape all the while making those sounds. He has no idea how Poppy didn't pass out seeing this. He wants to throw up he really does but he can't he needs to be here for her.

After what seems like forever when in reality it was only 2 minutes her legs finally become the same digigrade shape as his and the sounds stop as does Poppy's screaming.

Going over to her he removes the gag from her "Is it.....finally.....over?" She asks while panting hard. "Yep its done no more pain the worst part is over" He reassures her and she smiles before soon falling asleep from the stress and adrenaline.

Now that the worst part is over he removes everything he had put in here for this situation and begins to put them away. All the while doing that he has to agree with Poppy. He doesn't know if he will ever be able to froget what he witnessed let alone heard.

He manages to hold in his lunch thankfully but only barely. He surely hopes nobody else eats that fruit,he doesn't want to wish that upon any troll. Shaking his head after making sure was back to its proper place he heads back into his room and he is going to have her leep in his bed tonight, she needs it and he can go one day without his bed besides he can just use her sleeping bag.

Quickly doing his nightly routine he turns off the light and lays down in her sleeping bag.

'One more day and then it's all over no more pain' with that final thought he falls asleep.

Bonus

I did each stage of branchs transformation enjoy I drew what his claws looked like unsheathed for those curious.

Can't wait to show you guys what Poppy looks like next chapter so excited :D