#just one of those giant guard dogs that thinks he's still a little lap puppy

[placesyoucallhome]

making glams for an art party and thus: discount yakuza, fuzzy chest window, and shiny leather ass w/ back peekholes

[poisonedapples]

Prologue: Roman’s Fluffy Helper

Summary: Roman’s service dog Princess helps him with a lot of things. She gets his meds, helps him through panic attacks, and helps him be able to leave the house. What Roman didn’t expect was for her to help him make friends.

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, background familial Creativitwins

Warnings: Anxiety, food, mentions of panic attacks (though no one has one), mentions of epilepsy, swearing, some jokes about murder and death.

Word Count: 3,495

Notes: Something small I wrote in two days for the Service Dog AU, created because of this post I made. If you’re interested, you can always find some more stuff about this AU in the “service dog au” tag!

Virgil shared a few classes with Roman Sanders. 

He was in his first two periods, and the only student (other than Patton) that Virgil actually took note of being in his class. Though, that was because it’s almost impossible to not notice him.

Roman was a really quiet kid, one that teachers hardly ever called on and was always excused from doing presentations (lucky bastard). Virgil had only heard him talk a handful of times, and he wasn’t exactly popular either. The thing that really made Roman stand out, however, was the giant golden retriever with a service dog vest that followed him everywhere.

He’d seen dozens of kids go up to him asking to pet his dog, met with a lot of refusal and Roman leaving the class if it got bad enough. Usually he would only sit at his desk, quietly doing his work while his dog curled around his feet and didn’t make a scene. If Virgil wasn’t a loner himself, he’d go up to Roman and maybe strike a conversation. But the guy always seemed to be calm when he was alone, and Virgil sucked at starting conversations, so they never actually talked.

It was only a month into school when Virgil had his first conversation with him. And it was absolutely not his intention.

Virgil was checking his phone at his designated lunch spot when Patton slammed his lunchbox on the table. “Virgil!”

“...Yeah?”

“There’s a cute little puppy over there!” Patton pointed to the other side of the lunchroom, but Virgil couldn’t see what he was talking about from this distance. How far do those damn glasses make you see? “I wanna pet the good boy so bad!”

Virgil kept looking where Patton was pointing. “Is it the drug dog again?”

“No, it’s a different one!” Patton seemed to be vibrating with excitement where he was standing, jumping up and down with the biggest grin on his face. He seemed to be fighting a fruitless internal battle before he loudly announced “I’m gonna go pet the puppy so much!”

The moment Virgil realized what was happening was almost in slow motion.

First, he saw a secluded table away from all the others, right behind the table Virgil thought Patton was pointing to. There, he saw Roman Sanders eating his lunch, his service dog under the table just like how it was during class. Patton ran across the lunchroom to go to the secluded table, dodging any kids that got in his way. Virgil realized in horror that Roman wouldn’t be able to stop Patton before he dived under the table just to pet a dog. And doing so could fucking kill Roman.

Virgil sprung up from his seat and shoved everyone out of his way to get to Patton in time, no matter how many bitchy remarks the other students made. Roman didn’t have time to look up and notice Patton approaching before Virgil pounced on his friend, nearly toppling them both to the ground with the force of him smacking himself into Patton. The security guards looked at them both as if preparing to break up a fight, but looked away when it only seemed to be two guys being kids.

Roman may not have noticed the bubbly kid charging at him before, but he certainly did now, looking up to see Virgil and Patton basically wrestling each other.

“Patton, don’t pet the dog!” Virgil yelled.

“Awwwww, but why not!?”

“It’s a service dog, you can’t distract a service dog or you could literally kill someone!”

Patton relaxed in Virgil’s grasp, “...Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“Uh…” Virgil and Patton both looked at the poor kid that almost got attacked, “Do you...need something? Or…?”

Patton’s eyes lit up. “Your dog is so cute! What’s his name?”

Roman smiled shakily to hide his flinch. “Her name is Princess.”

“Princess? I love it! What breed is she?”

“Golden retriever…?”

“She’s such a good girl! I love her, she’s adorable!”

“Uh, thank you.”

Virgil let go of Patton, but still kept a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t scare the poor dude, Pat.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I just really like dogs, and Princess is so cute and fluffy! I have two dogs of my own, but they’re a lot smaller, and I’d have a bunch of cats too if I wasn’t allergic.”

Roman’s voice gained a little more confidence. “Princess is the only dog in my house. My brother has a bearded dragon, though.”

“A bearded dragon sounds awesome! I don’t know much about reptiles though, and I’m always scared to hurt them because they’re so tiny. They’re super cute though!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Don’t mind him, he really likes animals. I’m Virgil, and this is Patton.”

“Oh yeah! I forgot to mention that! I’m Patton, do you how do?”

Roman laughed, but didn’t mention the reference. “Roman.”

“You’re in my first two classes, aren’t you?” Virgil asked, “With Mrs. Jones and Mr. White?”

He nodded. “...Didn’t you like...yell at Mrs. Jones a couple days ago over assignments?”

“She’s a bitch and deserves to know it. Who the fuck assigns three giant-ass chemistry packets due in three days?”

Patton waved his finger at Virgil disapprovingly. “Now Virge, just because the homework they give is ridiculous doesn’t mean you get to cuss out a teacher.”

“I didn’t say I cussed her out.”

“I know you, Virgil.”

“...The detention was worth it and I’m not sorry.”

Roman laughed again, and Patton smiled so wide that Virgil thought he would start jumping through the roof. “Hey Roman, can me and Virgil sit with you? I’d love to keep talking!”

Virgil noticed Roman’s leg begin to bounce violently. “Uh, sure…”

“Great! I’ll get our lunches!”

“Do you have any, like...allergies, Roman?” Virgil asked. Anything I might have in my lunch that could accidentally kill you? I don’t wanna kill you. Patton already almost did that. Let’s not give a second close call.

Roman shook his head, so Patton walked back to their previous spot to get their lunches. Virgil took a seat directly across from Roman, and once he did, Princess rose up from her place at his feet and lied across his lap. Roman started petting her with both hands, and Virgil felt a sense of panic rise in him. Please don’t fucking die. “You okay dude?”

Roman nodded, but Virgil pushed just in case. “Do I need to get like...a teacher? Or the nurse?”

Roman shook his head, then took a couple deep breaths in and continued to pet Princess’ fur. Virgil kept watching him carefully just in case, but it felt awkward sitting at the table with no conversation or food to focus on. Instead, Virgil mindlessly searched through Tumblr for the thirty seconds Patton was gone, placing his own lunchbox and Virgil’s tray on the table with a smile.

Virgil put down his phone and instead started eating some of his food, but Roman didn’t talk for a while. Princess still had her head on his lap with his hands combing through her fur, and the more she laid on him, the more Virgil began to worry. Why is she on him?

Well...only one way to find out. “So, Roman…”

Roman lifted his head up to look at Virgil. “Yes?”

“What kind of service dog is Princess? What does she help with?”

Roman turned his attention back to Princess, but he still smiled a little, so Virgil considered it a slight win. “She’s a psychiatric service dog. She does a very good job of helping with my anxiety.”

“Oh, mood.”

Roman raised an eyebrow. “You...have a service dog?”

Virgil’s face somehow became more pale than it already was. “Uh, no...I mean, like, I have anxiety too. Obviously not as bad as to have a service dog, but like...solidarity.”

Virgil took Roman’s second smile as an even bigger win. “Solidarity, I suppose.”

“How long have you had Princess?” Patton asked.

“About two years, I think. She was in training for a year, but she’s been my full-time service dog for this past year. I had another dog before her, but he’s retired now.”

Patton let out a loud horrified and upset gasp, “The poor baby! I’m so sorry!”

Roman’s eyes widened. “Not like that, no! Simba’s still alive, he just isn’t a service dog anymore! He keeps my grandparents company at their house.”

“Oh, good! He sounds like such a sweet puppy!”

“He is. I visit him sometimes, and he’s gotten very lazy, but he still jumps around and gets excited when he sees me.”

Patton covered his mouth with his hands excitedly. “Do you have a picture of the good boy, by any chance?”

Roman nodded and took out his phone. After a bit of searching, he tapped on a photo to show it to Patton and Virgil, causing Patton to gasp and squeal again. “Oh my goodness I love him! He’s such a good little puppy!”

“I would hardly call him a puppy anymore.”

“He’s an amazing puppy.”

“Just let it happen, dude. Pat insists every dog is a puppy.”

“They’re all babies!”

Roman smiled at the two bickering over his old dog, wondering if he should butt in with a witty quip of his own when Princess scooted off of his lap and back onto the floor. He definitely felt better now. Not completely calm, but nothing panic attack worthy. Right at the second he decided not to push his luck (saying what was actually on his mind was always harder around strangers, and he had just calmed down), the bell to signify the end of lunch buzzed through the entire school. Virgil stepped up to throw his tray away and Patton packed up his containers in his lunch box as Roman did the same.

“It was nice meeting you, Roman!” Patton exclaimed, holding out his hand for Roman to shake, which he did extremely stiffly and pulled away after only a second. Patton smiled anyway and didn’t seem to mind.

When Roman stood up to head out, Virgil came back and stood alongside Patton. “What class do you have after this?” He asked.

“Oh, uh...I actually go home after lunch. I do the rest of my classes online.”

“Damn, I wanted to bother you while you walked to class so I could skip gym.”

“Virgil, go to class!”

“It’s fucking gym, he doesn’t give a shit. I’m passing and that’s all that matters.”

Patton sighed but didn’t push it. It seemed he’d gotten used to it after this long. “Well, hopefully we run into you tomorrow, Roman.”

“Uh, actually…” The two looked at Roman and waited for him to speak. Princess pawed on his leg to warn him he was getting too worked up, but Roman ignored it this time. Definitely not his smartest idea. You can do it. Just say it. “...If you two wanna sit next to me, maybe, I wouldn’t really, uh...mind…”

Patton smiled, soft and reassuring. “We’d love that. See you at lunch, then?”

Oh hell yeah! “Yeah...see you tomorrow.”

Virgil walked ahead and waved a hand at Roman from behind. “See ya.”

“See ya, Roman!”

With that, Roman was left alone again, but this time he didn’t necessarily mind. His heart was beating out of his chest, and he couldn’t tell if it was from adrenaline or a sign of an attack, but he still considered it a win. No more sitting alone at lunch.

Roman and Princess walked through the crowd to exit the building through the main office. When he got into his car with Princess in the passenger seat, he took a minute to calm down before he started driving down the road. Princess stepped over to the driver’s side to comfort him one more time today, practically sitting on his lap and letting Roman comb his hands through her hair. The ball in his chest slowly grew smaller as his breaths became easier to take, though his arms still felt weak as they shook.

But yet, this kind of anxiety was worth it. Just this once.

When Roman did start driving, pushing Princess back to her side and taking off, he had a smile on his face the whole time.

***

“Yo, bitch!”

Roman groaned at the sound of his brother coming through the front door. “What!?”

There was no verbal response, but Roman heard the footsteps coming up the stairs before his bedroom door swung open. Remus posed dramatically in the doorway. “What’s up?”

“Just finishing up some online stuff, why?”

“Who was Mr. Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and his friend Fluttershy?”

“...You mean the kids with me at lunch?”

“That’s the bitch.”

“Well, their names are Virgil and Patton, not whatever the hell you just said.”

“In my defense, of course the Raven Way guy is fucking Virgil.”

“What are you even talking about!?”

“Don’t worry about it!” Remus walked over to Roman’s place at his desk and threw his arms around him. Roman scoffed, but didn’t protest. “But why were they sitting with you? Do I have to commit murder? I know a guy.”

Roman tried his damn hardest not to smile. “Patton wanted to know about Princess, so we just...talked. It was actually quite nice. I even invited them to sit with me again tomorrow.”

“Roman Sanders? Making friends? Surely, you jest!”

“Says the guy who only has had one friend his entire life.”

“Janus is my ride or die and if you dare to insult him again, I’ll rip out your teeth and shove them up your nose.”

“You do that. Now get out, I’m working and you smell awful.”

Remus backed away with a gleeful smile on his face. “I rolled around in a giant puddle of mud!”

“Take a damn bath!”

Remus was out the door with a large slam before Roman could continue to argue. “I can’t hear you! But remember, if you need to bury a body, tell them you know a guy!”

Roman rolled his eyes and basked in the sudden silence. Princess looked up at him from his bed, and he couldn’t resist taking a small break to pet her. “He’s so weird, Princess.”

Although Princess couldn’t agree with her mouth, she absolutely did with her eyes.

***

A week had passed since Patton and Virgil started sitting with Roman at lunch. It had become his favorite part of the school day for more than just the ability to go home. He had friends. He was talking to people who he not only enjoyed talking to, but people who seemed to enjoy talking with him. Some people would consider only two friends too little, but Roman considered it the biggest of wins.

(His mom also seemed shocked but proud of him for socializing with people, so it was an even more amazing win than before now.)

Roman was perfectly content with his two friends. So long as he kept them, he would be more than fine. Sometimes his anxiety would act up and tell him that they’re only gonna leave him again, but he tried not to think about it. For right now, they were his friends. It was all that mattered.

What he didn’t expect was for him to get a third friend.

It was his fourth period class, right before his lunch where he was able to eat and have a good time with some company. He’d noticed the new kid that joined the school two weeks ago, but of course he never talked to him. He acknowledged his presence when the teacher introduced him, but that was it.

He was doing his math work when the new kid sat next to him. At first, Roman paid him no mind. Maybe he was getting distracted by the other students and wanted a more quiet place to work, or he liked how Roman’s table had almost no one sitting at it. It wasn’t until the kid spoke up that Roman gave him attention.

“Forgive me if this is too personal of a question, but how exactly did you train your service dog?”

Roman looked over at the kid. Oh yeah, hi, my name is Roman, what’s yours? “Oh, uh...some things I had to hire a personal trainer for, but I did some of the training on my own…”

“How long does it take to train a service dog?”

“Usually about six months, I guess...but it took me a year to make double sure she was ready.”

“Is she a medical alert dog?”

Why all the questions? “No, a psychiatric one.”

“Ah. I’m aware of psychiatric service dogs, but I have a little more knowledge when it comes to medical alert and seizure response dogs. However, I’ve never actually met someone who has a service dog. I’ve only done my own research out of curiosity, especially with my own disability.”

Roman got the courage to look up from his work at that. The kid had nerdy, square glasses over his eyes and straight black hair shifted to the right side of his face. Despite the fact that it wasn’t even fall yet and they lived in Florida, he still wore a purple hoodie that almost completely engulfed his body. The hoodie read I don’t look sick? You don’t look stupid! in white and purple letters, and on his wrist, a silicone band saying Alert! Epilepsy with a red medical symbol on both sides of the words.

Roman almost said Oh aloud. He’s not trying to be rude. He’s probably trying to find someone like him, especially if he’s new. Come on, Roman, be polite! And don’t freak out for once! “...You do have quite the epilepsy hoodie there.”

The kid looked down at his hoodie and smiled slightly. “Yes, well...it encompassed my kind of humor, and I am rather intolerant to the cold. Under this I have a Doctor Who shirt.”

“I, uh...don’t have any service dog shirts, but Princess has a lot of patches.”

“Is it alright if I look?”

“Sure, just...don’t pet her or anything.”

The kid waved it off. “Don’t worry, I know better than to get her attention.” He ducked under the table carefully, like any sudden movement would alarm Princess. He rose back up after a few seconds and gave his attention back to Roman. “She has a lot of Disney-themed patches. Where did you get them?”

Roman’s heart started beating faster. “...I actually, kinda, um...I made those ones myself.”

“You did a good job with them. They’re very intricate.”

“Thanks…”

“Oh! I apologize, I never actually introduced myself. I’m Logan.”

Roman gave him a nervous smile. “Roman.”

The bell rang, and everyone in the class started to pack up their stuff. Roman put his unfinished paper in his homework folder and stuffed it in his backpack while Logan did the same. When they both stood up, Logan addressed him one last time. “I have to go to lunch, but I hope we can talk another day.”

Roman felt that same desire come up in his throat. The desire to ask, to say something he usually would never consider asking. He couldn’t stand speaking to people, especially acquaintances, but Logan had a different energy to him. He was calmer, understanding, and a lot easier to handle than someone like Patton. Not to mention that his therapist did mention he can only get better if he pushes himself…

Princess didn’t alert Roman of a possible panic attack, so he considered that some kind of improvement. “Actually, Logan?”

“Yes?”

Come on. Do it. Say it. Three, two, one… “...Would you, uh...maybe wanna sit with me and some of my friends? Today?”

Logan’s face didn’t give him any hints to his emotions. “I would appreciate that.”

“I can...show you where it is, if you want?”

“Sure. I’d be happy for you to show me.”

The two walked out of the classroom, Roman and Princess in front of Logan to lead the way to the table. The two had a moment to situate themselves before Patton and Virgil came over, and with such a small table, Roman felt like the place was all the more crowded now. All the more welcoming.

Admittedly, a million times better than always sitting alone. He saw Remus staring from another table with those mischievous eyes, but he didn’t pay him any mind. When they were home alone, then he could bug him about it.

As always, right underneath his feet, Princess was curled into her ball, ready for any signs to jump into action. Instead, Roman looked at her under the table while the others went to get food. Apparently, he thought, you are a very good conversation starter when I need it.

“Good girl.” He whispered, although Princess didn’t seem to comprehend that he was talking to her. Instead, Roman took a mental note to give her a treat when they got home.

[mallory-a-bond]

Darkened Love Ever Blossoming (2)

The king is the one in the double parenthesis and in bold. Just so you know. Also long.

Days would pass on and I have been a life I never knew existed. I am eating foods I have never seen before and I am experiencing kindness and respect I have never received before...I even got really good friends. My lover, my king, the one that has brought me this glorious new life, gives me only love and treats me as his equal ((bullshit. She’s my goddess and you can fucking fight me on it.)) despite that he has a very foul mouth, he’s very honest and outright with his feelings, ((what the fuck is shame? Is that some sort a cookie or pastry from her homeland? My Starlight won’t answer me. She laughs every time I ask)) he’s absolutely shameless but I’m incredibly thankful that he has tact. I’m also incredibly thankful that the staff knocks nice and loud before entering. He’s also patient...scarily patient, like no wonder other kingdoms fear him kind of patient. His patience also extends to those that he has claimed as his lover ((I’m a thousand things...I’m not a fuckwit with flies flying between my ears)), he will wait for permission for any sort of affection, and he will not pull any shit involving the bedroom or any place that fucking can take place ((and there’re a lot of places. Trust me. You’ll have a wild ride if you have a high enough drive)), he will wait for who knows how long until permission is given. Once love is established, he becomes a giant ass cuddle bug. If he sees me even in passing, he’ll come over and pick me up and hold me close, it truly doesn’t help matters when he releases his other sets of arms if he believes his primary two aren’t enough. And it doesn’t matter to him where you are either; he sees me he’ll hug and snuggle me; in the middle of conversation? He’ll traverse through shadow and hug me from behind and bury his head into my neck all silent as death, letting me continue my conversation with whomever I’m conversing with at the time. Reading a book? He’ll hold you again from behind with me in between his legs and place his chin on top of my head and purr like a cat. He’s busy in the throne room where he conducts business with his advisors and warriors and he sees me with a book in my hands that I’m having difficulty with and my tutor is nowhere to be seen? I’ll be in his lap with his arms wrapped securely around my waist within seconds of him seeing me, he’ll carry on as normal while the others are trying their damnedest not to laugh. If he sees me even walking by and he’s a cuddly mood there’s literally nothing anyone could do to stop him. But it isn’t all bad, he helps me with words and things that I have a hard time understanding.

Not only is he a cuddle bug. He’s a pretty spoiling spouse. If I even give a passing glance at a pair of earrings when going through town, it’ll be on my nightstand in multiple colors with necklaces, bracelets and rings if it has them. I tell him about a pastry or treat I once had a child, he’ll summon the chefs and try and recreate it and won’t stop until perfection is reached. Every request and wish, no matter how selfish or silly is granted and brought with great fanfare. I don’t request for much and he literally begs me to let him spoil me. Despite my upbringing to not ask for too much ((I still curse them for it. If only I could get rid of them without causing my beloved to have a broken heart.)) but when I do, which is normally him spending some time with me ((praise the dark)), to which he would literally put it into his schedule to spend at least 3 hours with me daily. He truly doesn’t mind spoiling his lover however he can. He has the means too, if you do not want items or anything material ((I literally have to beg to get her to go shopping)) he’ll do whatever activity you ask to do with him or just spend time with him; he doesn’t even give a damn if it’s in the middle of his work, if his starlight wants cuddles, documents be damned his starlight is gonna get cuddles. Many would see this as pros for a spouse but I can assure you, if you don’t keep him in check; it’ll end badly. He can be a bit of a hothead, he loves seeing the mind churning and clicking when he speaks as his words are vague or are incredibly cryptic. His emotions are only transparent with the one he loves and no one else, he lives for the shocked faces of his court as they see his little human lover turn him from a powerful intimidating king that can eat little pompous pricks for breakfast and use their bones or house crest to pick his teeth into that of a cuddly puppy or whiny child when said tiny fragile lover says no on turning a particular prick into paste when offended/provoked. It’s fun seeing him pout when I take away his sword that he intended to use on a noblewoman that made a comment on my attire or the fact I don’t throw parties (he’s the one that threw the welcoming celebration. I’m too much of chicken shit to throw a party of my own) ((not that I’m complaining)). Nobles and advisers alike all flock to me once I ask him to get me a glass ((I always get her a goblet. She always did favor the crystal ones)) of cider, all asking me how I managed to get this literal beast of a male wrapped around my little finger and turn him into my pet, guard dog to some of the ladies. To which I always shrug and he’ll answer with a giant smug ass grin on his face, “love does strange things to people. I am no fool to fight it.” and he’ll hand me a crystal goblet filled to the brim with cider, the ice made of the same drink. He’ll also give me a small plate stacked high with macaroons, he’s more than willing to hold the plate while I snack on the macaroons while the cider is in my other hand. He lives for the shock, awe and just plain mind imploding on themselves as he practically becomes his wife’s servant as the woman in question sips on the cider and snacks on the macaroons. Or anything that he thinks that she needs to try. When he’s hotheaded, I’ve always remained calm...I’ve never seen him angry. Ever. When I tell any of the servants or someone about this, be it in the palace or when I go to town. I am sat down in a comfortable, given a freshly made milkshake that’s made extra cold and sweet or some incredibly cold drink and they give me tea that is beyond scalding and spicy. I am always surprised about this. The tea is always different degrees of hot as well as different flavors depending on the person spilling the tea but it’s always spicy. I always drink my milkshake, juice or smoothie slowly as they made it clear that due to the nature of the tea, I need something cold and sweet in order to even handle the heat of the tea. I’ve seen him irritated and irked but never full blown angry, and when I do see him irritated or irked, it’s never at me. He makes it a point to never be angry at me. He will always demanded an explanation from me if I’m involved before he makes a decision. If I’ve been tricked into something that I truly had no idea about, he doesn’t show any emotion at all he wraps his arms around me, the shadows dancing around me as light flickers around as he holds me close to him, kisses the top of my head trying to calm me down as I would be crying my eyes out as I believe I’m going to be killed, “there’s no need for tears.” he whispers, “I know you wouldn’t do something like this consciously.” he purrs, “Shhhh. I believe you.” He finishes and he then teleports me to our shared bedroom, the door sealed shut. Just because I’ve never seen him angry. That doesn’t mean I haven’t seen the aftermath. Or heard the screams of his victims when he unleashes his fury. Using me as a means to get to my husband is the worst decisions to ever come to pass. Especially when I am unaware of what I’ve been doing. It will end badly for you and all that aided you. The skies will be cloaked in black, no stars, no moon; no light...and when the black is lifted, red, pink, white and bits of gray will be coated throughout the entire kingdom...pray there aren’t that many of you. Tricking me, doesn’t make him angry. It makes him murderously furious. He will be out for blood. He’ll make it a fucking point that I never see him take a life or be anywhere near him when angry. No matter how hard I try to be there to soothe him and possibly stop him from wiping out bloodlines. I may not have seen him angry, but I have tried to stop him. I truly have. ((Well, I do not wish to have her see me like that. She has been through enough. I will not be another thing to add for her to worry about. There’re some things we must carry alone, she has hers...I have mine.))

The throne room doesn’t have the tradition two thrones to represent the two rulers, it’s a large almost round throne that almost seems to be two intertwined to be one. He tells me that it represents a united front. It used to be only one throne but it then evolved to the one I always see before me. He made it a point that we hold equal power as he would involve me in his duties and if he can’t make a decision he’ll come to me for my input. I actively avoid holding any parties and the staff doesn’t even mind, hell they celebrate that they don’t have to go through the wringer of prepping for a party full of snotty and spoiled noblemen and noblewomen. It never irritated him that I don’t hold any parties. Or anything that involved excessive socializing, in fact; he seems more relaxed than anything else. None of the advisors had raised an issues about it and I have overheard many of their conversations when they believe that there is no one there. And when they believe they are alone, they are truthful. ((...I never knew that...and she has always been quiet when transversing the palace...even though she knows that she’s safe here. Some habits cannot be broken.)) The staff had forgotten that when I walk, I make it a point not to make a sound...if so it is incredibly quiet, when I run, I make no sound so I can’t be tracked. I have spoken with the royal family of my kingdom, the king has made it quite clear that he doesn’t like what I had done in order to save my kingdom and is fishing for any indication of sadness or fear only to be met with something akin to satisfaction, joy and content...not in that order as he always changes tactics when he does his fishing. I only have joy and relief when regarding marrying my king and saving my kingdom from war. He has also ordered his children and wife to do the same. To which they get nothing. I’m truly happy with this exchange and I will do it again if given the chance. I was also given a crystal mirror for my family but it had gotten shattered because of my mother’s screaming (not that I’m complaining. I was planning to smash it with one of white bricks that turn into bubbles of light upon impact) and thus I just keep writing them letters. My husband loves switching out his forms, but his true form is something that only lays in the depths of nightmares that not even children whom could get a pretty good grip of things disturbing dream up. Something that doesn’t scare me as I have been through so much that fear of his true form doesn’t come to me anymore, instead of fear, I see beauty ((something I haven’t encountered that much...or at all.)) and I make it a point to drive it home when I get the chance. Although he changes his form consciously or not, he’s still incredibly beautiful and his smoky hair that can rival the finest of silks when touched is long, normally at his waist or if he’s feeling a little cheeky ((40% of the time)) (99% of the time.) it’s past his ankles, his height also fluctuates but he’s between that of just a bit taller than an orc to that of much confusion to many if he’s got giants within his family and he got the short end of the giant genetics stick. His natural state is the literal definition of deception and illusion, he may seem lanky and weak but come close and you’ll see that he’s incredibly muscular, orcs a plenty made a drinking game of his physique; many got so drunk that my lover actually used his magic to make more sober tanks as so many had gotten so drunk. I look at a few of the Orcs that traverse the palace and openly wonder how they’re still alive when they downed an entire lake of alcohol, I wish I’m joking ((the aftermath may be baffling, but the events are hilarious. If I had the chance to see the surly and curt archive keeper and the almost never joyous captain of the royal guard, smiling, laughing and dancing a jig upon the streets while holding pints of ale and completely drunk off their asses. I thank those fools for making such a game. Dumb, yes. Would I ban it? Oh HELL no. The pros definitely outweigh the cons in this case.)), it became a national pass time before I had come here. But now that I had arrived and has wedded him ((which I thank every deity for)), the game had changed. If I am walking out and about in the city, I get talked into The Starry Tavern, the one tavern that can fit many and connect every tavern and pub throughout the entire continent. Through the beautiful starry stones and gem deposit that is quite literally spouting through the walls and the ground, as The Starry Tavern is underground and the ceiling looks like the stars in the night sky because of all of the stones and gems that are aglow upon it. The game had become more popular than ever since we had wed. Why? Because I do not kiss and tell. And the weddings here are a private affair unless it is the couple’s choice to make it public.

The wedding between myself and husband. Is a ritual just for the two of us. And JUST the two of us. So what happened between the two of us is just for the two of us. No audience, no witnesses. All information is literally up in the wind of what happened on the wedding night and throughout the honeymoon as the location is one of the most sacred places within the country and incredibly important to him. I become practically the initiator of a kingdom wide drinking game and trust me, it gets incredibly competitive. Loosening my lips (from what I’ve been told) is like trying to prying open a dragon’s jaws with a pair of wooden and iron pliers. I had come to a compromise by the pleas of all of the participants (and a few failed bribes from multiple tribes and regions) that I would say ‘drink’ if they are wrong ‘drink double pint’ if they are way off the mark, things like that, and I take a swig of my own drink which is normally a large glass of wine or a pint of craft beer if they are correct. I like this arrangement. I would take at least one swig while the rest have taken three kegs. And the swigs normally come from the barmaids or children not old enough for their own drinks. It has stabbed the pride of men and women of many. Entertaining to say the least. ((I’m so glad she’s enjoys the drunken antics of practically everyone within our kingdom. I sometimes hate it when she cuts it off...I would let them drink themselves to whiteout drunk and see what happens. She stops me from doing just that.)) But I cut off the alcohol as soon as it hit my internal marker for cut off. Which is a dangerously high amount, I know that everyone within the tavern and in this kingdom has a higher tolerance and aren’t like those of my village or my kingdom so I adjusted my meter accordingly. And that includes my husband when he decides to go on a bender with some of his close friends. He loves this game especially when people get ballsy and ask me if I were to be with him during one of these benders ((I may have made a mistake giving her full control over all things alcohol. But a good mistake nonetheless.)), he laughs at all the bribes that are offered to me. I’m completely unwavering and uncompromising when the bribes come my way. It never really ended well for them as I would refuse quite harshly. The Nagas poke me and ask for a sliver of my ‘venom’ while hiding beside or behind my husband or slouched beside my seat. To which I always tell them that I cannot produce said venom even if I tried and I have indeed tried.

But one of my favorite days...is when he takes me to the caves.

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Maybe 29 or 30!!

anon: 29!!

i took these two requests and merged them together! hope you both enjoy :-) 💝

29. “Come over here and make me.”

30. “You better watch yourself.”

Games with Harry are fun, Y/N will admit.

He’s ace at Scrabble, a great opponent at Monopoly and surprisingly incredible at Twister, considering he’s such a clumsy dolt (she credits his success to his lanky limbs).

But there is one game in particular that is Y/N’s favorite to play with Harry because she knows she always has a fighting chance of winning: their sex withdrawal game.

She doesn’t know if it’s necessarily a game��� a bet is more like it. The rules are fairly simple: No sex for an agreed amount of time and the person that caves first has to do all of the dishes for a week. Kissing and canoodling is allowed, but they can’t touch each other anywhere between the legs. Breaking that guideline accounts for immediate forfeit. Plain and simple.

It’s Harry’s favorite game as well and ever since he got off on a small break from promo, a couple of weeks before the movie comes out, he’s been itching to get home to start a round of it with Y/N. With everything that has been happening in the past couple of months, they hadn’t done it in a while and he thinks it’s about time they go head-to-head once again (pun intended).

This time around, though, it was going to be more difficult to win because they’ve been apart for three weeks, so the sexual tension is stronger than ever. But Harry will be damned if he loses. He’s held a winning streak the last three games and he refuses to let it fall now.

And so he takes advantage of everything he’s got, picking a particularly boring, uneventful evening of just cuddling and watching Netflix to strike with every temptation he can think off.

Harry trots down the stairs of their condo, fresh out of the shower with the lulling scent of chamomile shampoo trailing behind him as his Blue de Chanel cologne stains his tanned skin (all of those days of filming outside and in the water had really paid off). He has decided to wear a matching set of Hawaiian pajamas that Jeff had gifted him in Jamaica (a nice cotton pairing of a button up shirt and loose shorts with giant hibiscus flowers printed onto a red background), leaving the flowy shirt unbuttoned to expose his sun-kissed chest. His hair is still damp, dry at the roots but flopping wetly as his body jolts with his movements, matting to his neck and aiding in accentuating his jawline. He normally isn’t such a show off, but Y/N is a tough competitor and all is fair in love and sex war. Harry’s also munching on a piece of gum, knowing well and good how his flamboyant way of chewing pushes all of her buttons into overdrive.

When he wanders into the living room, Y/N is distracted by Kevin Hart’s newest comedy film playing on the large flatscreen. She’s snuggled into the corner formed by the couch’s arm, her knees tucked up to her chest as her rainbow polka-dot pj bottoms drape over legs and feet, an oversized Avenger’s t-shirt hanging loosely around her torso and bunching up around her hips. Harry smiles softly, allowing himself a moment to fond over her, and then he’s sliding up against her on the couch, kissing at her shoulder with a gentle, “Mind if I join?”

Y/N nods her head distractedly, letting him scootch up beside her and scoop her into his lap. He sponges fluttery pecks to the back of her neck, running his long fingers through her loose hair and a small, knowing smirk twitches the corners of his lips as she settles onto his widely-parted thighs, snuggling her head against the dip of his collarbone with her hands resting in her own lap. Only a few more seconds…

She suddenly jerks up, her head whipping around as she practically dives off of him, crawling frantically towards the opposite end of the couch. Her expression holds angry disgust and utter shock. “You’re not wearing any underwear?!”

Harry gives her a lopsided grin, chewing his gum excessively hard in order to flex his jaw and neck and pushing his damp hair back from his eyes, giving a nonchalant sniff. “No, ’m not. Wasn’t really feeling it today. Thought the boys could use a little fresh air.”

Y/N stares at him disgruntled, blinking back a seething smolder and trying her hardest to ignore the way his jaw is going taut. Or how his shirt is hanging open off his broad shoulders, revealing his tatted chest and tan torso. Or how the bottoms of his pajamas are hanging dangerously low on his defined hips– low enough that she can see the faint hairs of his happy trail thickening into the rough scruff of his pubic hair. Or how his hair hugs the sides of his neck and looks soft and fluffy up top– hair that carries a soft, therapeutic scent that contrasts with the sharp tinge of his musky cologne, strong notes of cedar, amber wood and citrus stinging her nose. Or, most importantly, the stance he’s taken on, with his legs spread open suggestively to establish a quiet yet powerful aura of dominance, one arm slung lazily over the back of the sofa as the other is propped up against the seat arm, temple pressed to his fist to cradle his head as he pins her with a predatory gaze, a cocky grin winking one of his dimples into existence.

Harry gives her a slow, sensual once-over, the intense stare making her feel as if his hands are coasting up her body, touching every crevice and undressing her leisurely. He pops his gum, humming thickly with agreement when his eyes flit over her chest. “No bra?”

Y/N quickly crosses her arms across her front and glowers, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer. The game’s in full swing now and she won’t let her guard down for a millisecond.

He lets out a childish whine, pouting his unusually red lips and giving her his famous puppy dog eyes. “You’re blocking my view, pet. S'not very nice.”

“Leave me alone.” She snaps, bringing her legs back up to her chest like before and wrapping her arms tightly just below the knees. Her gaze looks past him, focusing back on the guy across the television screen as he pretends to run for his life.

“Aw, c'mon, now. Don’t get like that, love! There’s nothing in the rule book that says I can’t have a little fun.” Harry lulls his head to the side, puckering his lips playfully and reaching out towards her to take her hand, but she quickly snatches it away. The look on her face is so venomous, a cobra would quake in fear.

He slumps his shoulders, sighing grandly and taking his gesture back. “Suit yourself. I’ll find another use for my hand, then.”

And before Y/N can protest, he’s plunging his fist into his pants, wrapping his fingers around his thick base and making an obvious tent in the Hawaiian print. “’M kinda itchy. Just shaved.”

“Harry, stop.” It’s the first rise he’s gotten out of her and his cheeks jolt with the ghost of a triumphant chuckle. The way the determined rage in her irises melts away into sheer panic truly tickles him pink.

Harry looks up at the ceiling, pretending to be giving the suggestion some thought, but then scrunches up his nose and shakes his head. “I think not. But, by all means, you can replace my hand with yours if you’d like.”

“Shut up.”

One of his eyebrows quirks up in surprise, his tongue peeking out to further darken his stupidly juicy, flushed lips. “You better watch yourself. Remember what happened last time you snapped like tha’? Hands and knees for two hours straight, along with some pretty wicked ring marks on that perky little ass of yours.”

Y/N releases a squeaky whimper, her neck dropping forward until her forehead knocks against her knees. Some insane part of her hopes that if she hides away into herself, the temptation will fade away. But Harry being Harry, he won’t let her slip away that easily. Especially not when he’s this close to victory.

“I know y'want to.” His voice is low and raspy, with an edge of smugness. “Know you want me in that tight little cunt, yeah? Did y'think I haven’t heard you getting yourself off in the bathroom after I’m supposedly asleep? You’re not exactly quiet, darling.”

Y/N lifts her head, tilting it back to get a full view of him, ears glowing raspberry red. He’s splayed across the sofa with his legs even wider open, the bump in his shorts rising and falling as he jerks himself off slowly, just for show. His mint gum is grinding in between his teeth as he leans his head back, eyeing her hazily over the apples of his cheeks with pride painted across the mossy green around his pupils.

“Just fucking…just stop it, Har. I mean it.” Her arms tighten harder around her legs, the area between them buzzing with longing.

Harry worries his bottom lip between his two blocky front teeth, suckling it into his mouth and releasing it with a wet pop. He yanks his hand from his pants, giving his lap a good pat. “Come over here and make me.”

And that does it. Y/N practically pounces on him, taking his offered seat and starting to hump his thighs. She’s sucking and nipping down his jaw and neck, hands burying in his wet hair to pull him into her. Harry gropes at her ass, grinning with amusement as he tosses his piece of gum into the decorative ashe tray on the coffee table, sitting up to catch her lips in a the heavy kiss and murmuring a deep, quiet, “Say it.”

She ignores him, one hand sliding down to fist at the material of his floral pajama shirt, making a make-shift handle out of the fabric and using it to slam him back against the backrest of the couch. She grinds herself against the thick bulge resting on his thigh, swallowing down his tiny heaves and feathery moans, replacing them with her own. Harry gives her bum a good slap and squeeze, reigning in control as he uses this hold to alter the speed of her humping, slowing her down.

Y/N whimpers in protest, biting at the corner of his mouth out of spite and trying to speed up again. But Harry’s not having any of it, proving this in how he pulls away from her embrace and stares up at her with an stern look. His intimidating gaze cause her to turn away, attempting to force the blush from her cheeks as she zeros in on the TV again, not wanting to be caught in his trap.

“Look at me, peach. Lemme see your eyes.”

She reluctantly obeys, looking up at him through her lashes. Her hand is just itching to slap the pompous simper that is carving his dimples at the moment.

Harry locks their gazes, reaching up to cup Y/N’s jaw and to thumb over her swollen bottom lip, blinking at her with pent up sensual need and unwavering authority. “Say it.”

“I…wanna fuck you.” It’s barely above a whisper, but it’s out nonetheless.

“Louder. Give it to me louder.” He uses his free hand to grip onto her hip, guiding her against his crotch slowly to show her the slightest bit of what she’s missing out on by being so stubborn. “Now, Y/N.”

“I wanna fuck you.” Y/N grits out louder, making her defeat official.

“That’s what I thought,” Harry drops his fingers from her face with a conceited smirk, crossing his arms behind his head and relaxing into the sofa cushions. “Now ride me until you can’t feel your legs anymore.”

[joonie-beanie]

Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 16

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Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader Rating: M Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 4,618

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: Here’s another chapter for you all~ I tried to actually write one in a timely manner this time :p Ahhh...only 4 chapters left. Let’s see how long it takes lmao.

Anyway, enjoy!

Jimin watches from his car as Yoongi rounds the corner and pulls into a parking spot near the edge of the park. A few seconds after parking, Yoongi exits his vehicle—and Jimin can tell that he hasn’t taken his gun.

“Idiot,” he mumbles, his heart aching for a second, yet when Jimin pops open the driver’s door and steps out he also leaves his gun on his passenger seat. Jimin has no intention of hurting Yoongi. Despite how their relationship has changed, there are very few people Jimin would prefer to protect instead of hurt, and Yoongi is one of those people.

Following after Yoongi up the worn down trail, Jimin shoves his hands into his pockets, worry pricking at the back of his mind. He knows that Yoongi is more than likely pissed at him. Yoongi and Namjoon are basically brothers, despite what Yoongi might say, and for Jimin to have been hired to capture Namjoon’s girlfriend of all people…

Even if Yoongi and Jimin had been in love, there’s no easy way to atone for hurting someone who is Yoongi’s only family—and Jimin knows that.

So, for once he’s a little scared. He doesn’t know why Yoongi has called him out here. Maybe it’s a trap and he’s being foolish by agreeing to meet up so easily. Maybe Namjoon is waiting in the bushes ready to stab Jimin in the throat. Jimin doubts it, but…just maybe.

Falling back a little, stepping off the path to rest against a tree, Jimin watches as Yoongi slips into their little grove—the grove they’d always meet at like two teenagers running off to their secret hiding spot in the middle of the night.

Jimin laughs to himself quietly. Yoongi had always hated him making comparisons like that—but Jimin always loved to tease him. It was fun to see Yoongi flustered and smiling. He always blushed and grumbled at the mention of “love”, and never really said it aloud, but Jimin never pushed it.

Their…relationship had been unconventional to say the least. A man for hire and the second in command of a mafia group. Their meeting had been a coincidence at best—two men tiredly saddling up at a bar next to each other—exhausted from the day and needing something to wash the feelings back down.

Alcohol had caused them to…well, Jimin had ended up half naked on Yoongi’s coffee table before the elder had paused at the freshly healed wound on Jimin’s shoulder. A product of someone who had managed a swing at him while he’d been doing his job.

Yoongi had pressed him about his scar, and Jimin had noticed the way he’d tensed—worry and suspicion lingering in his gaze. Yet, the alcohol in Jimin’s system had caused Jimin to wave him off—arms snaking around Yoongi’s neck with the simple excuse of “sometimes I get hurt because of work”.

It hadn’t been until the next time they’d met—Jimin calling Yoongi up asking if he wanted company—that here—in this park, on the bench in this grove—the two had figured out each other’s occupations. Immediately Jimin had pinned Yoongi to the ground, fearful that Yoongi might take him out. He wasn’t exactly an enemy, but he wasn’t an ally either. But…in the end they’d released each other, brushed themselves off, and made a promise. They wouldn’t tell on each other—no one would know about what they had going on besides themselves.

Of course…as things had gotten more serious, Namjoon had noticed a change in Yoongi, and had found out. He hadn’t been happy, but had sucked it up for Yoongi’s sake, since the elder had actually seemed…happy, for once. Yet, even as their relationship had been accepted, they had managed to grow apart. Yoongi had objectives to carry out that required him to be gone for weeks at a time, and Jimin couldn’t just neglect his job and obligations either. Work started to get in the way, and after a time the two had…mutually parted.

Until the day you showed up and ended up causing them to cross paths once again—and in the worst way possible.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jimin says as he stares down at Yoongi sadly, his guard dropped, and heart sullen. Yoongi’s fingers squeeze his waist gently in affirmation, his cheek leaning into Jimin’s palm, and the younger manages a small smile.

“I didn’t think I would end up…I mean…”

“You thought that you’d be able to get in and out without encountering me,” Yoongi surmises for him, laughing bitterly. His eyes open and he meets Jimin’s puppy dog like stare, but Yoongi only continues frowning with brewing anger.

“I saw the look on your face, Minnie, you panicked at the sight of me and almost got us both killed—”

“I mean you didn’t have to chase after me like that—“

“And what? Let you take one of the most precious people in Namjoon’s life?” Yoongi scoffs. Jimin sighs, removing his hand from Yoongi’s cheek and running it through his hair instead.

“You never get attached—I thought you’d just leave it be,” he grumbles, and Yoongi’s frown deepens.

“Hey,” he says in a low tone, his fingers sinking lower on Jimin’s waist, and Jimin peeks at him. Immediately Yoongi is leaning up, nose just inches away from Jimin’s—so close that he can see the younger debating whether to lean into Yoongi or scramble off his lap and run away.

“It’s not a matter of me getting attached—though you and I both know from experience that I have things that are precious to me. It’s a matter of Namjoon’s happiness, and Y/N’s safety. At one point I had you but now Namjoon has her, Minnie, and I know you get what I mean by that.”

“I do—that’s why I feel terrible, hyung,” Jimin sighs again, rolling his head back to glance at the passing clouds, illuminated by the moon. “But Taehyung recommended me to Jeon and if I refused I was sure both Taehyung and he would be suspicious and wondering if I had allegiances—since everyone knows I’m for hire, so…I had to do it.”

“You never have to do anything, Jimin—,” Yoongi begins, and hushes Jimin when he opens his mouth to argue differently. “Though I know you have to make a living, and have to do certain things to stay safe, so I…I can’t be completely pissed at you, but…come to our side, Minnie. Help us,” Yoongi whispers, fingers squeezing Jimin’s waist to express his plea further. Immediately Jimin sighs, his hands moving to grip Yoongi’s, and when he tries to pull the elder’s hands away from him, Yoongi only holds him tighter.

“I know you and you know this is the right thing to do. Please, Jimin.”

“I…what about Taehyung? You know he’s the only one who has had my back for this long, hyung,” Jimin speaks quietly, face still angling towards the sky, unable to meet Yoongi’s begging stare. “Of course I don’t like taking someone innocent like Y/N, and of course I don’t want her to get hurt in the end, but…”

“For what reason is Taehyung even helping Jeon and Jaehyuk?” Yoongi questions, brows furrowing. “Is he just—what?—bored?”

“I…from what he told me Jeon approached him about making a deal, and since Taehyungie didn’t have anything exciting going on at the time, he agreed,” Jimin sighs. “Considering the deal included Y/N into the equation…that perked his interest too. You know, after that time he encountered her at the club.”

Jimin pauses considerately, his lips turning into a frown. “…Taehyungie isn’t good at reading into people’s true feelings, so he probably doesn’t realize how serious Namjoon hyung is about Y/N. He likely doesn’t think that in the end Namjoon will truly be devastated if something happens…”

“So he’s doing it because he’s bored,” Yoongi repeats, humming a little. “What say we explain to Taehyung how serious this all is, and convince him to join our side too? Throw in a little extra reassurance to him that as long as he cooperates with us Namjoon won’t murder him in cold blood.”

Jimin winces at that, and Yoongi shrugs uncaringly.

“He sexually assaulted and drugged Y/N, and is now plotting with her kidnappers. Namjoon has the right to be furious. Just be glad that he let me come talk to you…because when I told him it was you that took Y/N…”

“He probably wanted to throw me out the window of his penthouse, I know,” Jimin grumbles, hands moving to run down his face as he releases a giant sigh. Yoongi knows that this likely isn’t an easy decision for him—even if in Yoongi’s mind joining forces is clearly the right option.

“All I know…,” Jimin begins slowly, eyes finally moving to meet Yoongi’s, “is that Y/N is Namjoon’s bait to attend the ball, and that their plan is to get Namjoon out of the picture.”

Dead, Yoongi surmises, scowling. No way in hell is that happening.

“Jaehyuk will be attending with Y/N as his guest. My guess is that he’ll still be playing the ‘she’s my daughter’ card. Obviously Jeon will be there, considering he’s the one hosting the ball. Taehyung will be there too, to keep an eye out. From what Taehyungie has told me, it’s just the three of them. Jaehyuk will try to keep his head low the entire time, considering he’s rumored to be dead anyway. Jeon will draw attention, and is hoping Namjoon will go after him—that way Taehyung can silently take the shot, and by the time anyone realizes anything, Taehyung will be gone, the weapon will be disposed of, and panic will have displaced the blame away from Jeon.”

“And they just think that this is all going to happen smoothly?”

“Apparently,” Jimin shrugs, and Yoongi breathes a laugh. For a few seconds silence falls between them, and then Yoongi is drawing the younger’s attention once again, his fingers lightly tucking a few strands of hair behind Jimin’s ear.

“Will you help us?”

Jimin huffs a little. “Had I not planned to in the first place I wouldn’t have agreed to meet you, and I certainly wouldn’t have entered here without my gun.”

“I know,” Yoongi smiles, his gums flashing, and Jimin’s heart thrums loudly against his chest. “But I prefer you giving your word. Now c’mon—,” still gripping Jimin’s waist, Yoongi lightly urges the younger to stand, and Jimin blinks in surprise but does. Once he’s on his feet, Yoongi stands as well, wincing a little as his legs ache.

“I haven’t had anyone sit on my lap like that in a while. Jeez, Minnie…”

Jimin rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to retort, but before he can Yoongi is grabbing his hand—tugging him out of the grove and back towards the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” Jimin asks, a little worried, and Yoongi’s face remains innocent.

“To Namjoon’s apartment. We’re finishing up our plans.”

“I—what—no, hyung,” Jimin immediately responds, attempting to struggle out of Yoongi’s grasp, but the elder isn’t budging. Not until they reach the edge of the parking lot does Yoongi loosen his grip on Jimin, turning to face the younger, who has now gone on the defensive, clearly terrified of seeing the man who he had inadvertently betrayed.

“Park Jimin, I promise you,” Yoongi says, hands lifting to briefly cup Jimin’s soft cheeks, “it will be alright. Now let’s go.”

And with that, Yoongi turns and heads towards his car. Jimin stares after him, skin feeling warm, yet his chest clenching in pain, and after a few seconds he reluctantly returns to his own vehicle.

Following Yoongi’s instructions, Jimin drives across town until he’s back in a familiar parking garage, Yoongi waiting by the elevator to escort him upstairs. Memories flood Jimin’s mind as the elevator doors close—images of you struggling in his grasp, desperate to get away—and guilt eats at him. With each passing floor anxiety floods into Jimin, and by the time they reach the top floor Jimin nearly forgets how to breathe.

“Jimin,” Yoongi calls when Jimin is slow to follow—the elder already walking up to Namjoon’s door, and, swallowing roughly, Jimin steps out of the elevator. Once beside Yoongi, the second in command punches in the code to the door and steps inside when it opens. Keeping his head down, Jimin follows him inside, jolting in surprise when Namjoon’s voice echoes throughout the apartment.

“Yoongi? What happened? Did you go and talk to—,” and at that moment Namjoon rounds the corner, spotting both Yoongi and Jimin on his landing, and his jaw snaps shut. Jimin meets his eyes for a fraction of a second before his stare turns to the ground, fingers itching at his sides.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi responds with a quiet sigh, “Jimin—”

Before Yoongi can say anything more, Jimin swiftly bends into a 90 degree bow, his bangs hanging towards the floor and his fists clenched at his sides.

“I was wrong,” is what Jimin manages to say, his voice quiet, yet Namjoon can hear the sincerity in his tone.

For a moment, the apartment hangs in tense silence, Yoongi looking questioningly between his friend and his previous lover, and then finally socked footfalls start across the floor in Jimin’s direction. The younger immediately steels, expecting nothing less than a knee to the stomach or a fist to the head, but all he receives is a hand lightly patting his hair.

Shocked, eyes widening, Jimin looks up, finally catching sight of Namjoon’s tired and slightly forced smile, but there’s also a genuineness to it as well.

“You were wrong,” he says. “And I’m still furious. But if you’re helping us to get Y/N back than this will be the beginning of your path to my forgiveness. No matter what I need her alive at the end of all this.”

“I…thank you, Namjoon hyung,” Jimin says, straightening his spine, and Namjoon flashes him one more bittersweet smile before his lips drop back into a flat line, brows furrowing on his forehead—and he returns to his dining room table where blueprints and notes of the Jeon ballroom are laid out.

In your dark, lonely room, you can barely sense how much time has passed. The only thing that gives you any remote idea of the passing days are the meals you’re brought—breakfast in the morning and dinner at night. The same maid always delivers the food, smiling at you, a little nervous, and her retreat is fairly swift.

The food is the only thing that helps you take your mind off of Namjoon, Hoseok, and your impending death or rescue. You pray for rescue, but with each passing second it becomes harder to imagine that you’ll come out of this situation entirely unscathed. Hell, Jaehyuk had injured your arm—it’s already past the point of exiting unscathed. But…

I want to get out of this alive.

That’s your immediate forethought, and the repetition of those words in your mind nearly makes you break into tears. At least half a dozen times throughout your period of capture the prospect of you potentially losing your life and not being saved had caused you to panic—breath picking up and tears pricking at your eyes. It’d been hard to calm yourself down, but in this situation you would have felt too vulnerable if you had spiraled into a panic attack, so you’d manage to pull yourself together. At least for a while.

The only thing that had been different in your routine was the day Jaehyuk had taken you to fetch his daughter’s money. The day you’d miraculously encountered Hoseok, and had regained a sliver of hope that you would surely be saved. However, it seems like today will be different too.

Only an hour after your breakfast had been delivered, the door knob to your room turns, and you freeze up when Jaehyuk steps inside. The man immediately regards you with distaste, his eyes scanning your form up and down, and he clicks his tongue.

“Stand up.”

“Why?” you question, fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly, and Jaehyuk’s gaze narrows, his tone darkening.

“Since when are you in the position to be asking questions instead of following orders?”

Before you can even think to give a half-assed apology or stand up to follow his command, Jaehyuk is in your personal space. He grips your arm and yanks you from the bed, taking notice of the way you wince, and when he looks down he notices that he’s grabbed your arm which is still healing. However, that only causes him to grin, his thumb moving to press against the unbandaged scab, and you hiss as he digs the pad of his thumb into your skin even harder.

“That’s better,” he comments, and then nonchalantly continues to speak as if he isn’t causing you physical pain yet again.

“Today we’re going to a ball. You’re going as my guest. Play your part, or there will be consequences—though I’m sure you know this by now.”

Releasing you, throwing your arm back towards you and causing you to stumble a little, Jaehyuk scoffs. You hold in a scowl, knowing that he probably thinks you’re pathetic. But you’re injured and tired—it’s getting harder to keep holding your ground.

“The bathroom is yours once again. Wash up. A maid will meet you to get you fitted in a dress for tonight. Do not keep me waiting.”

With that, Jaehyuk exits the room, leaving the door ajar behind him. You frown once he’s gone, his presence always leaving your mouth filled with distaste. And yet, you find yourself internal grateful for the shower, feet padding quietly down the hallways as you traverse your way back to the bathroom. Once inside, you close the door behind you and strip down, turning the knob for the shower. As the cold water warms, you once again take in your appearance in the mirror, frowning at yourself. Your arm looks much better than before, and while you’re still quite scared of what might come of you, the sliver of hope you’d gained from seeing Hoseok at the bank had caused a little life to come back to your face.

I’ll be ok, you think, sucking in a deep breath, and you straighten your shoulders. Hanging onto that determination, you step into the shower, prepared to face whatever will await you.

Towards the end of your time in the bathroom, just as you finish brushing out your hair, the door clicks open, and, in shock, you scramble for the towel you’d discarded—terrified that Jaehyuk might walk in and see you in this state. You can only imagine what he’d do if he trapped you in the bathroom while you were naked and at his mercy…

Thankfully, however, the face that peeks through the crack in the door is the face of the maid you know well. Her eyes immediately show remorse for having startled you, noting how tightly you’re holding your towel around your body.

“I apologize. Jaehyuk-sshi asked me to take you to the late misses’ room to get fitted in a dress.”

“I…um…alright,” you respond, your heart still hammering against your ribs, and she flashes you a sorry smile.

“There’s currently no one in the hallway, if you hurry, we can…,” she trails off, not intending to say more than needs to be said, and you nod. Hurrying behind her, the maid quickly leads you to the room Jaehyuk’s daughter used to reside in, and as she shuts the door you take in the luxuriousness of the bedroom.

You remember Namjoon saying something before about her being spoiled, but…the entire room is screams princess. Pink walls, bejeweled bedding, and a closet that spans the entire length of the wall.

“Has nothing been touched?” you can’t help but ask, and the maid nods sullenly, her mouth turning into a frown.

“Jaehyuk-sshi took her jewels to pawn off for money, but left everything else…”

“Ah…,” you respond, frowning as well. What a terrible father, and person in general. You wish he would’ve died when Namjoon’s men had attempted to kill him…

“You can choose any of her dresses,” the maid continues, moving to the closet to show you the row of dresses Jaehyuk’s daughter had possessed. “He…doesn’t quite care what you wear…um…”

You stare at her when she hesitates to continue, noticing the way her eyes drop to the floor.

“Did he say what you just told me, but in worse terms?”

She nods.

“I certainly won’t force you to repeat him then,” you scoff, approaching her, and the maid nods once again, her gaze reflecting relief. You’re sure she’s had a rough time working under someone as unkind as Jaehyuk…

Stepping up to the closet, you survey the dresses inside, noting how a majority of the garments are fairly revealing. However, since you know at the end of the day you’ll be required to wear one, you begin pushing through them. The maid helps you, making quiet suggestions about what would look best.

Sometime later, you find yourself standing in the center of the room, a white, floor length dress adorning your form as the maid adjusts the dress ever so slightly to correct any issues with the fit. The gown, for the most part, covers your body. It’s conservative and simple, save the open back, which reveals a moderate portion of your skin, but considering it’s one of the safest choices in the closet, you’ll have to live with it.

“I’m glad it fits so well,” the maid says quietly as she stands back and surveys her work. You turn to look in the mirror, nodding appreciatively. Despite your current situation, you surprisingly feel pretty.

Leading you to the vanity, the maid then instructs you to sit down. You close your eyes, mentally resting as she messes with your hair and applies a small amount of makeup to your face. Well, maybe you do more than mentally rest, because by the time you open your eyes she has pulled your hair back into a braided bun that sits perfectly on the back of your head. However, before you can think to thank her—the maid smiling happily at her own work—there’s an angry yell from up the hall.

“Hyemi! Where is she?!”

“We just finished right now, sir!” the maid, Hyemi, frantically responds, her previously happy demeanor shattering instantly. Bustling you out of the chair, she quickly grabs a pair of white heels from the closet and kneels on the ground, sending you a worried glance. Unsure what to do or say, you simply lift your leg and allow her to place the heels onto your feet. Immediately you can tell that the shoes are at least a half size too small, but you know you don’t have a choice.

Once that’s taken care of, Hyemi grants you one last one-over before pulling you towards the bedroom door. She then drags you down the hall until you’re left at the top of the staircase.

“Good luck,” she whispers, bowing her head to you, and hurries away.

You stare after her, taking a deep breath as you turn to begin down the stairs. Your chest already feels tight with nervousness, but you attempt to ignore it, moving to pull up the bottom of your gown as your heels click down the stairs.

Clearly hearing your arrival, Jaehyuk steps out from his parlor, hands shoved into his pockets. He’s wearing a tuxedo, but he looks nearly the same as normal. Pudgy, mean—and now—slightly shorter than you, you realize as he steps up to stand next to you.

“Not shabby,” he comments, his eyes blatantly scanning your figure. You decide not to comment.

However, when Jaehyuk reaches behind you to lead you towards the door, his sweaty hand brushing against the bare skin of your back, you accidentally flinch away in surprise.

Your action only causes Jaehyuk to snarl, and he makes a point of sliding his hand beneath the dress to grip your naked waist. Fingers pressing roughly into your flesh, he tugs you towards the front door, and you are forced to bite your tongue. You don’t want to find out what will happen if you do or say anything else that’s not to his liking.

So, allowing yourself to be shoved along, you soon find yourself once again in the back seat of Jaehyuk’s car. Thankfully, this time Jaehyuk slides in beside you instead of the two guards who had caged you in last time.

“Behave yourself,” he growls, and then signals to the driver. Almost immediately you’re pulling away from his house, heading back towards the main area of the city. As you go, you find yourself staring out the tinted car window, mind lost in thought yet again.

You wonder about Namjoon—if he’s looking, if he’s worried. Hoseok—had he managed to get ahold of Namjoon and tell him he’d seen you? And Jungkook—had he been worried, or had he noticed that you were gone? Certainly he should’ve figured out something was going on by now, right? He’d nearly broken into jail to save you after 6 hours of not hearing from you, but at this point it had been days without seeing him, without going to class or communicating in any way. Surely Jungkook must’ve realized too, right?

However…soon a familiar building rolls into sight, the car slowing to a stop at the main entrance of the building, and you feel your heart sink into your stomach. Lips parting, dread gnawing at you from every angle, you gape at the skyscraper before you.

Even as the chauffer opens your door and Jaehyuk impatiently waits for you to get out, you find yourself stunned, and unable to move.

Why are you here? Of all places? Wha…how did this make any sense?

“Get out,” Jaehyuk hisses, grabbing your arm, and you stumble to your feet.

Forcing your arm through his, Jaehyuk leads you into the building that belongs to none other than Jeon Enterprises, a dark smile tugging at his lips when he picks up on your confusion and fear.

“Have you realized what’s going on yet?”

Blinking, you immediately look over to him, lips pressing into a frown. Jaehyuk only grins wider.

“A dead man, a CEO, and a joker all make a pact to get rid of the little monster crawling in the shadows,” he teases, his hand moving to possessively grip your waist, and his words echo through your mind.

Jaehyuk is obviously the dead man, and…you’re a little suspicious of who the joker may be, but…A CEO?

No…, you think, eyes darting around the hotel lobby, knees nearly buckling as the realization befalls you. There’s no way…Jungkook’s dad…

“Jeon?” you whisper, disbelieving, and when Jaehyuk laughs happily your suspicions are confirmed.

But…but Namjoon had been Jeon’s partner! You’d seen the two of them together the first night you’d become Jungkook’s tutor! What had happened?? Why had they…and what about Jungkook?? Had he known? Had your entire friendship been a lie??

Suddenly Jaehyuk stops, fingers moving to grip your chin tightly, and when he forces you to stare at him his eyes only reflect glee.

“And you know what’s going to happen to that little monster? Tonight, at this ball, he dies.”

Eyes darkening, Jaehyuk’s demeanor morphs into something much more evil, and your find yourself unable to breathe at his next words.

“Tonight, Kim Namjoon dies.”

[Pt 15] | [Pt 17]

[krat395]

Mew Mew Tickly Cuties

This is the first of two stories that finishes out the month of April. This story takes place one day after “DEFINITELY WORTH IT!!!” and it is also my first story that doesn’t have any of the kids in it (One of them is mentioned several times though). In this story, Undyne is feeling very guilty about something and she feels that spending time with her girlfriend, Alphys will fix that. :)

Undertale © Toby Fox.

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MEW MEW TICKLY CUTIES

It is a Friday afternoon at Alphys and Undyne’s house and the lizard and fish have spent the entire day alone together without any interruptions from anyone. After all the hell Undyne went through yesterday, she really needed this alone time with Alphys. Yesterday, Undyne got trapped under her own bed and got her feet tickle tortured for fifty minutes by M.K. as revenge for tickle torturing him two weeks earlier. Undyne DOES NOT like having her feet tickled and M.K. REALLY pissed her off. M.K. got his comeuppance though as Undyne got to tickle torture him for an entire hour with help from Alphys, Bratty, and Catty as revenge for what he did to her and Undyne went completely out of her way to make M.K. suffer in an over-the-top attempt to teach him a lesson. While it was good idea in retrospect, Undyne feels terribly guilty for everything she did M.K. and she ultimately discovered that revenge didn’t solve anything for her. Hopefully spending some more alone-time with her girlfriend will help make her feel completely better about the whole thing.

 Right now, the two girls are in their bedroom. Today, Alphys is wearing a pink tank top with dark blue sweatpants and Undyne is wearing her usual outfit.

 Undyne: Here we are babe, it’s a Friday afternoon. Just the two of us alone together; and best of all, that little pervert is out of our hair for four more days.

 Undyne didn’t mean to call M.K. a pervert once again. It’s just that she’s still mad at him after yesterday’s incident and she feels that it’s going to take some time to completely forgive him.

Alphys: Oh come on Undyne. He’s not that bad!

Undyne: I just don’t get it babe! He humiliated me to no end! It’s all because he… *shivers with disgust* likes feet more than the average monster!

Alphys: He’s at an age where he’s discovering more and more about what his “interests” are. It’s perfectly natural for a boy his age to develop “new interests” like that. Just be happy that he didn’t discover something like that about himself at age 6!

Undyne: Say what you will babe, but I still think he’s too young to know about that sort of thing.  

Alphys: I suppose you’re right Undyne. After all, that video footage of him tickling you was pretty… Let’s say… “Odd.”

Undyne: That’s one way of putting it.

Alphys: M.K.’s a good kid Undyne. He’s just confused, that’s all.

Undyne: I know he’s a good kid babe. Things will just be a bit awkward between the two of us for a while though. I really do like the kid and he were ever in danger; I’d DEFINITELY want to be there for him! Like that time he almost fell off that bridge in Waterfall! If Frisk hadn’t saved him, I DEFINITELY would have!!

Alphys: That’s my Undyne! Loyal in every way possible way! It’s one of the many things I love about you!

Undyne: Thanks babe! *kisses Alphys*

Alphys: *her face turns bright red*

Undyne: *giggles* You’re so cute! *hugs Alphys*

Alphys: *giggles and blushes*  

Undyne: You know babe, one of the things I couldn’t stop thinking about while I was being tickle tortured yesterday was how loud and pathetic my laughter was. I don’t have a cute laugh at all. *has a seductive smile on her face* But I know someone who does.

Alphys: Who’s that?

Undyne: You! *tickles Alphys’s underarms*

Alphys: AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! UNDYNE!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAA!! MY *SNORT* LAHAHAHAHAHAHUGH’S *SNORT* NAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAT CUTE!! *SNORT* AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Undyne: Yes it is babe! You have the cutest laugh ever!

It turns out Undyne isn’t always such a merciless tickler. She’s being very playful with her girlfriend, who is currently laughing in a really cute manner. After going through some really intense tickle torture the previous day at the hands of M.K. and then getting revenge by tickling the hell out of him afterwards, Undyne was in the mood to do some playful tickling. And with Alphys, it is possible for her to do that.

 Alphys: *SNORT* NOHOHOHHOO IT’S NOT UNDYNE!! *SNORT* I *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH SNORT WAHAHAHAHAHAY TOO MUCH!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA!! *SNORT* AHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Undyne: And I think it’s just so adorable you yellow ball of cuteness!

 Undyne is acting really cute with her girlfriend. This is a side of Undyne that only Alphys knows about. Sure Undyne puts on that “tough girl” act all the time, but deep down she’s a big softie that has a weakness for cute things. That’s why she let all of those dogs join the Royal Guard. She wasn’t originally going to let them join, but she just couldn’t say no them after they all gave her those “big puppy dog eyes.”

 Alphys: AHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!! *SNORT* AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAAHHAAA!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!

Undyne: Who would’ve thought a cute girl like you could be so ticklish? It’s just so cute! And knowing that you like it just makes it even cuter!

 A few seconds later, Undyne moved her hands up to Alphys’s neck. Alphys’s neck is slightly more sensitive than her underarms.

 Alphys: EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEEP!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!! *SNORT* NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAT MY NEHEHEHEHEHCK!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *SNORT* STAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAP!! *SNORT*

Undyne: Babe! Why are you telling me to stop? I know you love having your neck tickled! Especially when I move my fingers VERY LIGHTLY! *very lightly tickles Alphys’s neck*

Alphys: *squeak* EHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHE!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!!! *SNORT*

Undyne: *squeeing*

 Undyne is moving her fingers VERY LIGHTLY on her girlfriend’s neck. Unlike Undyne and many of her friends, light tickling actually makes Alphys laugh harder. The lighter the tickling, the more intense it is for her. Especially when Undyne wiggles her fingers in very flirtatious motions! But she still loves it nonetheless and Undyne adores her harder laughter so much that it makes her squee upon hearing it. Alphys also lets out a few occasional squeaks from light tickles and it makes Undyne blush every time she hears them.

 After one minute, Undyne stopped tickling her girlfriend briefly to plant a giant kiss on her lips. Alphys’s face once again turned bright red upon receiving a kiss from her girlfriend and it made Undyne giggle in response.

 Undyne: *teasing* Stop being so cute!

Alphys: *all giddy* I was gonna say the same to you!

Undyne: Aww! *blushing* I think someone wants their belly tickled. Do you want your belly tickled?

Alphys: *giggling and flirting* I don’t know.

Undyne: Oh you! *tickles Alphys’s belly and sides in fast motions*

Alphys: AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAAHA!!

 Looks like Alphys is doing a bit of teasing herself. She’s been gaining more and more confidence ever since she moved to the surface and she’s incredibly comfortable around her girlfriend. Alphys absolutely loves every type of attention she receives from Undyne. Right now, she is being tickled by Undyne and she loves every passing second of it. Especially when Undyne constantly teases her with light, flirty, and tickly motions from her fingers while looking at her with a VERY seductive smile!

 Alphys: *SNORT* IT TIHIHIHIHIHHIHCKLES SO MUCH!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA!! *SNORT* YOHOHOHOHU’RE SO GREAT *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAT MAKING MEHEHEHEHEE LAUGH UNDYNE!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Undyne: *in a seductive tone* Babe, I’m just getting started!

 About thirty seconds later, Undyne stopped tickling Alphys once again and playfully teased her by wiggling all ten of her fingers in front of Alphys’s face as she told her that she was just getting started. After that, Undyne pulled up Alphys’s shirt and VERY SLOWLY wiggled all ten of her fingers ALL OVER her belly, sides, and ribs, causing pure angelic laughter to spill from the lizard girl’s mouth.

 Alphys: *squeak* EHEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEHE!!!! *SNORT* MUEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEHE!!!! *SNORT* HEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEE!!!! *squeak* NAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA!!!! *SNORT* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEP!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT*

Undyne: *squeeing again*

 At this point, Undyne is feeling much better after what she went through the previous day. She figured that playfully tickling her girlfriend would help ease her guilt and it more than exceeded her expectations. Alphys even curled up in a ball from all of the ticklish sensations and it made Undyne squee even more. Alphys’s belly, sides, and ribs are three of her most sensitive areas and having them tickled lightly makes her release even cuter laughter.

 After two minutes, Undyne moved her hands down to Alphys’s knees. Undyne grabbed onto Alphys’s knees with her index fingers and thumbs and squeezed them over and over for about thirty seconds.

 Alphys: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!! *SNORT* NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT MY KNEES!! *SNORT* EEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEE!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!

Undyne: Babe I know you like having your knees tickled! But I also know that you like having your feet tickled even more!

 Undyne then sat at the foot of the bed and placed Alphys’s feet in her lap. As soon as Alphys’s feet were placed comfortably in her lap, Undyne tickled them in a fast manner for about thirty seconds.

 Undyne: *tickles Alphys’s soles in a fast manner*

Alphys: *SNORT* AHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *SNORT* NOHOHOOOHOHO!! *SNORT* NAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAT MY FEET!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHA!!

Undyne: Why not Babe?! They’re so cute and ticklish! Like you!

Alphys: *blushing* AHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAA!! *SNORT* AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA!!

 After thirty seconds, Undyne began tickling Alphys’s soles with light tickles. Alphys’s feet aren’t as ticklish as her upper body, but light tickles elicit the same results. The lighter the tickling, the harder she laughs.

 Undyne: *lightly tickles Alphys’s right foot*

Alphys: *squeak* EHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHEEP!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! *SNORT* WAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!! *SNORT* IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!! *SNORT*

Undyne: *squeeing yet again*

 For one minute, Undyne tickled her girlfriend’s right foot with light tickles. Undyne slowly wiggled her right hand fingers all over Alphys’s sole and it caused more adorable laughter to spill from her mouth. Undyne made sure to get her toes too because tickling her toes also makes her laugh in an extremely cute manner.

 Alphys: *squeak* EEHHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHE!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* MUEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!! *SNORT*

Undyne: That’s one cute foot! Time to tickle the other one! Fuhuhu! *lightly tickles Alphys’s left foot*

Alphys: EHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHHHEHEHEHEEEP!!! *SNORT* BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! *squeak* AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! *SNORT*

 After one minute, Undyne switched over to Alphys’s left foot. Tickling Alphys’s left foot elicited the same results. Every slow, flirty, and teasing motion from all five of Undyne’s right hand fingers made Alphys release even more adorable laughter that was too pure for this world, especially when she got her toes tickled. Alphys might not think her laughter is cute, but Undyne sure does! And if anyone else were listening to it, they’d think so too!

 After the minute was up, Undyne turned her attention to Alphys’s sweet spots on both of her feet. Alphys has sweet spots both of her feet that make her let out multiple squeaks. Alphys’s sweet spots are the dead center portions of her soles and before too long, Undyne wrapped her legs around Alphys’s ankles to make sure she doesn’t kick them all over the place as she presses both of her index fingers into Alphys’s super-sensitive sweet spots.

 Undyne: *leg locks Alphys’s legs*

Alphys: …

Undyne: Now it’s time to go after your sweet spots! Fuhuhu! *wiggles her fingers to tease Alphys*

Alphys: *giggling and wiggling her feet in anticipation*

Undyne: *presses her fingers into Alphys’s sweet spots*

Alphys: *squeak* MEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! *SNORT* EHUHUHUUHUUHUHUHUUHUHUHU!!!! *SNORT* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! *squeak* EHEHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEP!!!! *SNORT* MUHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEE!!!! *SNORT*

Undyne: *squeeing yet again*

 Alphys has just released her cutest laughter so far. Undyne knows all of Alphys’s sweet spots, especially the ones on her feet. As Undyne concentrated “sole”ly on Alphys’s sweet spots, Alphys just lied in the bed and wiggled around in a cute manner with every passing second. Undyne’s legs were firmly wrapped around Alphy’s ankles, meaning that Alphys couldn’t kick her legs no matter how hard she tried. Because Alphys couldn’t kick her legs, she instead scrunched her soles and wiggled her toes in an attempt to reduce the feeling of Undyne’s fingers. Even though Alphys really enjoys having her feet tickled, it can be a bit too much for her at times. Undyne is definitely aware of this and as a result, she never spends more than one minute pressing into Alphys’s sweet spots on her feet.

 After one minute, Undyne rolled Alphys over on the bed and kneeled over her legs. Undyne then grabbed Alphys’s tail with her left hand and began tickling the underside with her right hand. In turn, extremely frantic laughter poured from her girlfriend’s mouth.

 Alphys: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT MY TAIL!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* EHEHEHHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!!!! *SNORT* BWAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!

 It turns out that the underside of Alphys’s tail is quite ticklish. Like M.K., Alphys has a ticklish tail with the underside being the most sensitive portion. Alphys’s tail isn’t as ticklish as M.K.’s, but it’s definitely ticklish enough to drive her crazy with loud, roaring laughter. This is the reason Undyne went after M.K.’s tail the very first time she tickled him. She assumed that M.K.’s tail was just as ticklish as her girlfriend’s tail and she was very surprised when she found out that it was actually more ticklish than that of her girlfriend. When Undyne tickled Alphys’s tail, she did light teasing motions with her fingers just as she did to her upper body and feet. The lighter the tickling, the harder Alphys laughs. And with her tail, it’s no exception.

 After about ninety seconds, Undyne stopped to give Alphys a breather.

 Alphys: *catching her breath*

Undyne: I just love making you laugh babe. You’re just so adorable. *hugs Alphys*

Alphys: *hugs Undyne back* The same can be said about you Undyne.

Undyne: Pfft. Come on babe, you know very well that you’re cuter than me. *plants another giant kiss on Alphys’s lips*

Alphys: *face turns bright red*

Undyne: *blushing*

 After several playful ticklish assaults, Undyne let Alphys rest for a few minutes before tickling her again. There’s still two more ways Undyne wants to tickle Alphys.

 Undyne: Alright babe! I think it’s time for me to remove that shirt!

 Undyne then pulled off Alphys’s shirt. Alphys is still wearing her bra and pants and before too long, Undyne removed her hair band. Alphys got all giddy because she knows what’s about to happen next and because she loves the way Undyne’s hair looks when it’s straight down.

 Alphys: I always love how you look without your hair in a ponytail Undyne.

Undyne: *in a flirting manner* Oh I know you do babe! Time for more tickles!

 Undyne then positioned herself on top of Alphys and used her hair to tickle her torso. Undyne’s hair was so tickly against Alphys’s scaly skin and it made her laugh just as hard as Undyne’s fingers. For about ninety seconds, Undyne moved her head all over Alphys’s torso and let her hair do all the work. Seeing Undyne’s soft, beautiful red hair move slowly all over her torso made Alphys squeal like a schoolgirl in addition to laughing in an adorable manner.

 Alphys: *schoolgirl squeal* EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHHEE!!! *SNORT* AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* MUEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEE!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! *SNORT*

 After ninety seconds, Undyne finished up by giving Alphys several “fish kisses” all over her neck and torso. Undyne’s “fish kisses” feel like getting a fish pedicure and it is this method of tickling that makes Alphys laugh the hardest. Alphys is the only one that gets to experience this method of tickling, to which she is completely ok with. The feeling of those lips on her scaly skin gets Alphys insanely giddy due to how tickly they are and they make her scream like a schoolgirl even more than when Undyne uses her hair. Right now, Alphys is losing her mind… and she loves it!

 Undyne: *giving Alphys tickly “fish kisses”*

Alphys: *squeak* EHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEHHEHEE!!!!! *SNORT* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOHOOHOOOHOO THE KISSES!!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOOHOOHOOHO THEY GET MEHEEEHHEEEE THE WOHOHOHOHOHOHORST!!!!! *SNORT* MUEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!!!!! *SNORT* THEY’RE SOHOHOOHOHOOHO TIHIHHIHIHIIHICKLY!!!!! *SNORT* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHHA!!!!! *SNORT* EHEHHEEHHEHEAAHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT*

 Undyne continued giving Alphys “fish kisses” for the next couple of minutes. Undyne even rolled Alphys over and gave just about every inch of her back some “fish kisses.” All the while, Alphys released her cutest laughter ever and Undyne’s face turned as red as it could possibly get. It was that adorable!

 After three minutes of tickly “fish kisses,” Undyne stopped her ticklish assault on Alphys and gave her a giant hug.

 Alphys: *SNORT* EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEEHE!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA!!!!! *SNORT* BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA!!!!! *SNORT*

Unydne: *stops tickling Alphys*

Alphys: … *catching her breath*

Undyne: YOU ARE THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER!! *gives Alphys a giant hug* (Cherish this lizard Undyne!)

Alphys: *gives Undyne a kiss while blushing and then hugs her back*

Undyne: You’re so sweet. (Cherish HARDER Undyne!!)

Alphys: Thanks Undyne. I think I know the answer, but I’ll ask anyway. Are you feeling better?

Undyne: With you babe, I always feel great!

Alphys: … *blushing yet again*

Undyne: Now how about we go downstairs and watch some anime or something. Anything you want babe, just name it.

Alphys: That sounds great Undyne! But before we do, is it ok if I tickle you first?

Undyne: …

Alphys: …

Undyne: By all means.

 It turns out that Undyne doesn’t hate being tickled THAT MUCH since she’s going to let Alphys tickle her shortly. Asgore and Gerson actually used to tickle Undyne quite often when she was a kid and surprisingly, she didn’t mind being tickled by them. They even got to tickle her feet, but only if she let them. Nowadays, Alphys is the only one who’s allowed to tickle Undyne and she doesn’t like anyone other than her girlfriend knowing that she’s ticklish. This is why she tickle-tortured M.K. after he tickled her while she was sleeping. She didn’t like it when he found out that she was ticklish and that was her way of informing him not to tickle her ever again and she (hopefully) made that even clearer yesterday after tickle-torturing him for an hour.

 While Alphys was putting her shirt back on, Undyne removed her boots and restrained her legs so she won’t accidentally kick Alphys. This was a three-step process for Undyne. First, she tied two ropes around the front legs of the bed. Second, she positioned herself on the bed and tied the opposite ends of those ropes around her ankles. And third, she used an additional rope to tie her ankles together so she couldn’t pull her legs apart.

 A few minutes later, Undyne’s legs were fully restrained.

 Undyne: Alright babe, I’m ready. As usual, I tied my ankles up to prevent me from kicking you.

Alphys: Perfect! *has an excited grin on her face*

 Alphys then positioned herself on top of Undyne and then dug her clawed fingers into her ribs, eliciting cute giggles from her girlfriend. Undyne doesn’t think her giggles are cute, but Alphys sure does!

 Undyne: Heheheheheheheeheeheeeheheeheehehhehehehe!

Alphys: *blushing* Aww. You’re giggling is so cute Undyne.

Undyne: Nohoohoho it’s nahahahahat! Hehehehehehehehehehehe!

Alphys: Yes it is!

 After thirty seconds, Alphys moved her hands to Undyne’s underarms and made her giggle even more. Alphys’s clawed fingers are VERY tickly and they made Undyne giggle in an even cuter manner than before.

 Undyne: Hehehehehehheheheeheheheheheheheheheeehehee!! Yohohohou’re dohooohooing great babe!! Heheehheheeheheheheheheheheeeeehe!!

Alphys: Thanks Undyne. I just love hearing you giggle. You can deny it all you want, but you’re giggles ARE cute.

Undyne: Again, nohohohoohoo they’re nahahahahahahat!! Heehehehehehehehehehehehehe!!

Alphys: (Yes they are!)

 After another thirty seconds, Alphys moved her hands to Undyne’s sides. This got her laughing rather than giggling.

 Undyne: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Alphys: You’re right Undyne. You’re giggling isn’t cute… but you’re laughter sure is!

Undyne: Nohohohohohhohoohhoo it’s nahahahahahhahahahaat!

Alphys: Again, yes… it… is!

Undyne: Hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

 After another thirty seconds, Alphys moved her hands up to Undyne’s neck. Having Alphys’s clawed fingers scribble all over her neck got Undyne really giddy and made her laugh harder.

 Undyne: Hahahahaahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahaha!! Ohohohohohohoho the neck tihihihihihihihhckles!! I lohohoohohohohove them sohohohohohoho much!! Hahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahaaaha!!

Alphys: *has an incredibly huge grin on her face*

 After another thirty seconds, Alphys stuck her hands under Undyne’s shirt and tickled her belly. This got Undyne laughing even harder.

 Undyne: Hahahahahahahahahahahaahahaahahahahahaha!!!

Alphys: Who would’ve thought a tough girl like you could be so ticklish? You’re the most ticklish girl I’ve ever seen!

Undyne: Whahahahahahahahahahahat are you tahahahahaalking about?!!! Yohohohohoohhou’re more ticklish thahahhahhaahan me!!!

Alphys: Yeah that’s true. But ticklish tough girls are kind of my jam babe! Hehe.

Undyne: Hahahahahhaahhahahahaahahahahahahahahaha!!!

 After two minutes, Alphys lifted Undyne’s shirt up and pulled a feather out of her pocket to tickle her bellybutton.

 Alphys: *teasing* Look what I’ve got! *wiggles the feather in front of Undyne’s face*

Undyne: *playing along* Oh, is that feather I see? Whatever you do, don’t tickle my bellybutton with that! That’ll drive me crazy!

Alphys: *playing along while speaking in a seductive tone* Thanks for telling me you sexy fish. *tickles Undyne’s bellybutton*

Undyne: *schoolgirl squeal* HAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOOU’RE REHEHEHEHEHEALLY GREAT! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEP! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU! OOH! OOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!

 Undyne always loves it when Alphys uses a feather to tickle her bellybutton. A feather tickling Undyne’s bellybutton gets her insanely giddy and it makes her squeal like a schoolgirl and release angelic laughter that is too pure for this world. Undyne might not think her laugh is cute, but Alphys sure does! And if anyone else were listening to it, they’d think so too! (And yes, I know I repeated myself there. :P)  

 After ninety seconds, Alphys put the feather away and began licking her girlfriend’s belly in a very playful manner. Like M.K., Alphys’s tongue is very rough, meaning that it tickles immensely against Undyne’s scaly skin.

 Alphys: *licks Undyne’s belly*

Undyne: EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEP!! AAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THE TONGUE!! BWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IT’S SO TICKLY!! *schoolgirl squeal* AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!! FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU!! OOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!!

 For forty-five seconds, Alphys gave Undyne’s belly a good licking (It probably tasted like sushi. :P). Alphys is DEFINITELY the only one that’s allowed to tickle Undyne this way. If anyone else does it, there’s going to be hell to pay! Something of which that was made very evident with M.K. the previous day!

 After the forty-five seconds were up, Alphys gave Undyne a few minutes to rest after making her squeal like a schoolgirl numerous times.

 Undyne: I gotta say babe. You’re a really great tickler! And you’re getting better too!

Alphys: Thanks Undyne.

Undyne: You’re welcome babe.

Alphys: *plants a giant kiss on Undyne’s lips* That’s for being such a cute ticklee.

Undyne: *blushing* Only for you babe.

 Alphys and Undyne then spent the next couple of minutes kissing and flirting with each other.

 By the time Undyne’s break was over, Alphys turned around and gave Undyne’s knees and thighs a good tickling.

 Alphys: *tickles Undyne’s thighs*

Undyne: Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehee!!

Alphys: (Such cute reactions! It’s kind of a shame she doesn’t let anyone other than me tickle her. Oh well, more for me! Hehe.)

Undyne: Hehehehehehehehehehehehehheheheheehe!!

Alphys: *tickles Undyne’s knees*

Undyne: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaa!!!

Alphys: (After all, she only hates having her feet tickled. If she gets tickled practically anywhere else, by fingers that is, she enjoys it!)

Undyne: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahaahhaahahaha!!!

 After ninety seconds, Alphys turned around again and began tickling Undyne’s ear fins. Undyne’s ear fins are her second-most sensitive areas and she was having her right fin tickled by one of Alphys’s claws, and her left fin tickled by Alphys’s feather.

 Undyne: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!! NAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAT THE FINS!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA!!!

Alphys: There’s that really loud and even more adorable laughter I was waiting for!

Undyne: FOHOHOOHOHOHOHOR THE LOHOHOHOOOHOVE OF GAHAHAHHAAHHAHAD BABE!!! MY LAHAHAHAHAUGH IS NAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT CUTE!!! AHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHA!!!

Alphys: You’re right. It’s not cute… IT’S ADORABLE!!

Undyne: BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAAHHAAHA!!!

 Undyne was laughing in a very loud and frantic manner. The slightest touch to her ear fins was enough to drive her crazy with laughter. About halfway through, Alphys moved the feather over to Undyne’s right fin and began using one of her claws to tickle her left fin. Alphys is the only one that gets to touch Undyne’s fins. If someone else does it, they better start running!

 After two minutes, Alphys gave Undyne a breather before tickling her one last time.

 Alphys: Ok Undyne, one last break before I finally go after those feet. And rest assured, I’ll set my timer like I usually do.

Undyne: *a little nervous* Thanks babe. As you can probably tell, I’m a bit nervous.

Alphys: I can see that Undyne, and I understand. I’d be nervous too if I got my feet tickle tortured like you did yesterday!

 After a short break, Undyne was ready to be tickled one last time. In response, Alphys proceeded to the foot of the bed and began tickling Undyne’s ungodly ticklish feet.

 Alphys: Forgive me for this babe! *starts tickling Undyne’s feet*

Undyne: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!

 Undyne is so nice to let her girlfriend tickle her feet. Undyne hates having her feet tickled, but she always makes a compromise for her girlfriend. Undyne is nice enough to let Alphys tickle her feet as long as she wants, but Alphys knows very well that Undyne doesn’t like being tickled there. In response, Alphys always sets a timer for three minutes letting her know when to stop tickling her girlfriend’s feet. That’s probably a good thing too, because Alphys’s clawed fingers tickle more than M.K.’s robot fingers.

 Alphys: *tickles Undyne’s heels for thirty seconds*

Undyne: AAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!

Alphys: I know I say it a lot, but you have such ticklish feet Undyne! I may be more ticklish than you everywhere else, but your feet are DEFINITELY MORE TICKLISH than mine!

Undyne: AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Alphys: *tickles Undyne’s balls for thirty seconds*

Undyne: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Alphys: Now the toes! *tickles Undyne’s toes for one minute*

Undyne: AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!

Alphys: And last but not least! *tickles Undyne’s ungodly ticklish arches*

Undyne: AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! *SNORT* AAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA!!!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAAHA!!!!!!!!

 For one final minute, Alphys tickled Undyne’s arches. Undyne’s arches are her most sensitive areas and having them tickled by Alphys’s clawed fingers made her start crying. Alphys noticed this and assured Undyne that it won’t be much longer until it’s time to stop.

 Undyne: AHAHAHAHHAAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAA!!!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAHHAAHA!!!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

Alphys: *timer goes off* Ok Undyne! I’m finished! *stops tickling Undyne*

 As soon as the timer went off, Alphys stopped tickling Undyne. By the time Alphys finished, Undyne needed a moment to catch her breath before attempting to speak.

 Undyne: Thanks babe. Unlike M.K., you know when to stop tickling my feet.

Alphys: It’s no problem Undyne. I know how much you hate having your feet tickled.

Undyne: I don’t mind having them tickled by you.

Alphys: I know you don’t babe. Are you still feeling better?

Undyne: Yes, even more so actually. But I still feel guilty about what I did to M.K. yesterday. Honestly, I don’t blame the kid for wanting to get revenge on me. When he tickled me for first time two weeks ago, I went completely out of my way to make him suffer afterwards. All because I don’t like anyone other than you (and Asgore and Gerson) knowing that I’m ticklish. Let’s face it babe, I’m a bitch. And I made that even clearer when I made him suffer a second time. Poor kid! *tearing up*

Alphys: No Undyne, you’re not a bitch. You even said it yourself, you just didn’t think before you acted. It happens to everyone.

Undyne: You’re right babe. And I promise you, I’m going to do everything I can to let others know that I actually enjoy being tickled. I just need more time.

 Even though Undyne hates having her feet and fins tickled by everyone with the exception of Alphys (and Asgore and Gerson), she actually enjoys tickling and being tickled in general. She just finds it embarrassing, that’s all. And Undyne is hoping that she can someday let someone other than Alphys tickle her without being embarrassed. It’s going to take some time, but Alphys has confidence that Undyne will find a way.

 Alphys: I understand Undyne. I know you want to let someone else other than me tickle you some time and I think I might have a solution. I’ll warn you though; it’s something that you’re probably not going to like.

Undyne: Let’s hear it.

Alphys: Well Undyne, since M.K. already knows that you’re ticklish; I think that you should maybe give him a proper chance to tickle you some time. Papyrus told me that he’s actually quite playful in their tickle fights, especially if you’re playful too. Just keep in mind that you DON’T have to let him tickle your feet. You can just let him tickle your belly or something.

Undyne: I’ll give that some thought babe. But he’s gotta earn my trust back before I even consider letting him do such a thing.

Alphys: He’ll do it Undyne. He really is a good kid. Just give him a chance to prove it.

Undyne: I will babe. *hugs Alphys*

Alphys: *hugs Undyne back*

 And with that, Undyne untied the ropes around her legs and put her boots back on. Then, she and Alphys finally went downstairs to have dinner and watch some anime together. This was one of the best nights Undyne had in a while and she sure needed it after what she went through yesterday. She still feels guilty for what she did to M.K., but she knows that she’ll figure out a way to be on good terms with him once again. It’s just all a matter of time.

 THE END.

[sherrybaby14]

Negan’s Pet Chapter 2

Summary:  Negan’s first night with his new girl

Warnings:  NSFW, Spanking, Non/Con, Don’t want to spoil the rest

This is for @eldritchmortician  I originally planned a one shot, which turned into a double shot, and at this point we may be at the bar for a long long time.....

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The rope was still tied multiple times around Mylo’s torso, but there was a piece hanging off about three feet long that Negan currently held.  He walked her out of the room and didn’t turn around to look at her as they moved into the hallway.  Mylo tried her hardest to take in her surroundings, familiarity would be required if she was going to escape.  

“Hey boss!”  A man walked passed them.  “New pet?”

Mylo cringed.  She was about to stick her foot out to trip the man, but pulled her foot in at the last second.

“Keep your dirty hands off my puppy Dave.” Negan raised a hand in the air with his middle finger up.  

“A puppy this time?” Dave licked his lips. “Welcome to the dog house.”

This was humiliating, and more disturbing that she wasn’t the first.  Mylo would not lash out though.  She was smarter than that.  It was better to fake it, she could take whatever Negan threw at her.  Then, when he trusted her she would make her escape and hopefully kill him in the process.  They passed a group of three or four men who all snickered at her.  One even gave Negan a high five.

“Don’t worry.  The boys can look, but they know they’re not allowed to touch.”  Negan looked behind and gave Mylo a wink.

She lowered her eyes and tried to give an actual puppy dog face. She would endure, after all that’s what she had been doing since the dead rose.   He could parade her in front of the entire place and she would take it without acting out.  Maybe she should cry?  A tear or two might get some sympathy points.  In fact, maybe that’s what he wanted?  A broken girl.  She would have no problem playing that part. Before she could drum up the crocodile tears Negan stopped at a door.  

To her surprise they entered a normal looking room.  She guessed it was an office at one point, based on the carpet and strange lighting.  There was a king size four poster bed that took up most of the space with satin red sheets and a giant mirror over the bed.  Mylo hid her disgust.  Other than that there was a closet, a chair, a small table, and a cabinet that would have come up to her hip if she were next to it

“This is going to be your home for the time being.” Negan shut the door behind her. “I hope you’re comfortable here.”

“Where is the bathroom?” She glanced over her shoulder at him.  

“Communal.” Negan pointed to the door.  “There will be someone to escort you.”

“I’ll have a guard at my door?” Mylo was confused.

“No.” Negan shook his head. “Do you have to go now?”

Mylo debated on lying and saying yes, wondering if she could find something in there to use as a weapon, but that was probably what he was expecting so she shook her head no.  

“I know it’s not much, I wasn’t expecting you.  I’ll have the boys pick up some new things for you this week.”  Negan walked behind her and started untying the rope.  

“Thank you.” Mylo continued to play the submissive. “It’s a nice room.  Nicer than anyone I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t get too used to it Pet.”  The ropes fell. “As soon as you’re trained you will move to the wives’ rooms.”  

“And how long will that take.”  Mylo started to work her arms, hoping to return the blood flow.

“That depends on you darling.”  Negan placed his hands on her shoulders and started to massage. “What special gifts would my puppy like?”

“Whatever you think she needs daddy.”  Mylo tried her hardest to relax into his touch when every inch of her being was screaming at her to push him away and attack.

“A for effort, but lets stick with Master for now.”  Negan squeezed.  “I’ll be your daddy soon enough though.”

“Sorry.” Mylo gulped. “Master.”

“It’s alright.  After all, I haven’t treated you like the puppy you are yet.”  Negan moved his hands down her arms. “I’ll have to get you a pretty new collar, a leash, and some toys to play with.  Would you like that?”

“Yes Master.”  Mylo closed her eyes.  She could do this, as much as it took.

“Good girl.”  Negan dropped his arms.  “Maybe your training won’t take long.”

Mylo turned to look at him with a huge smile.

“I hope not.  I want to please you.”  She pressed her hand to his chest. “After all, you saved me, brought me to this place.  Kept me from Simon.  Now you’re giving me a beautiful bed.  I think I might have had the wrong idea earlier and I’m sorry.”

“Yeah?”  Negan smiled back. “Want to show me how sorry?”

Mylo leaned into him and went on her tippy toes.  She pressed her lips to his, feeling her soul die on the inside.  He opened his mouth and she let her tongue slide against his. He took control of the kiss and rolled his tongue, to her surprise it actually felt good.  If there was any cancellation this man could kiss.  She he had already told herself all or nothing and knew what was coming next.  So she moved her hands to his waistband and started undoing his fly.  

“Woah Woah.”  Negan put his hands on hers and pulled away from the kiss.

“Wifely duties?” Mylo tried to give him the same puppy dog look from the hallway. “I want to prove myself to you.”

“As much as I’d love to jump to that part, you have to earn the right.”  Negan ran a hand down her cheek.  “And what sort of owner would I be if I didn’t correct my puppy’s behavior?”

Mylo’s mouth hung open.  She didn’t understand what he was asking and had a hard time hiding her hatred of his word owner.

“I’m sorry Master, really I am.  I want to make it up to you.”  She didn’t like not know where he was taking this .

“You’ve earned yourself several punishments.”  Negan leaned down and kissed her head. “A punishment is the only way a puppy learns not to repeat her mistakes.”

Punishment.  That seemed to imply BDSM.  While Mylo was not a prude the most experimentation she had in that department was a failed attempt at anal sex.  Did that even count as BDSM?  She told herself she could handle it though, the fact that she was still alive told her she could handle anything.  

“Now, why do I have to punish you?  I’ll give you a hint this time.  There are five reasons.”  Negan tucked some hair behind her ears.  “It’s important you grasp the reason, so tell me.”

“I bit Simon.” Mylo spit the first thing out that came to mind.

“There’s one.”  Negan held up his hand and flipped down his thumb.

“I shoved you?” Mylo asked.

“Two.” Negan nodded.

Mylo tried to replay the entire night in her head.

“I interrupted you!” She was almost excited she figured it out, like it was a puzzle.

“You are a quick learner.”  Now only two fingers were in the air.

“I told you to fuck off?” Mylo wished she would have phrased that differently.

Negan winced, but dropped a finger.

“I’m only counting that as one punishment, because you didn’t know, but my ladies don’t swear.”  Negan shook his head. “Normally one word is equal to one punishment.  Don’t worry, you’ll learn.”

No swearing. Mylo nodded her head and fought not to roll her eyes.  Apparently it was Victorian England here too. Mylo racked her brain for number five.  She didn’t think he noticed her almost trip the guy.  She looked at him and shook her head.

“That’s fine.” Negan rubbed her shoulders and started guiding her towards the chair. “We can start with the first four.  I’m sure number five will come to you.”  

He took his hands off her shoulders before telling her to sit down and walked towards the cabinet.  She watched as he squared down and opened it.  Her eyes almost bulged out of her head as she saw an array of paddles and whips.  Then Negan shook his head, shut it, and stood up.  Mylo snapped her neck away.

“What was I thinking?”  Negan walked back towards her and took a seat. “It’s your first night!  My hand will do the job just fine.”

She stared at the floor, he was going to spank her, like she was a little girl.  After seeing those whips, she was almost grateful it was going to be his hand.  Mylo reminded herself not to lash out.  This was supposed to degrade her, she would play the part.  That was the only way to get out of here.  Earning his trust, faking submission.  That was what was important. She took a breath and went to lay across his lap.

“Not so fast darling.”  Negan shook his finger. “I’m going to need you to take off those jeans.”

Mylo reminded herself she was ready to screw the guy to get out of here and that would have involved being naked.  Pants off wasn’t so bad.  She undid her jeans and pushed them down to the floor before stepping out of them.  Negan looked her up and down and licked his lips.  

“Looks like my puppy hasn’t been to the groomer in awhile, don’t worry Master will take care of that.”  

Mylo’s t-shirt came down to her thighs, so he must have been referring to her unshaven legs.  If he expected his women trimmed there was no way he was going to approve of her bushy vag.  She went towards his lap again.

“Since that t-shirt is so long, might as well loose the panties too.”  

There was zero hesitation from Mylo as she pulled them off and tossed them towards her jeans.

“Grannie panties, why am I not surprised?” Negan chuckled. “Master will take care of that too.”

“Thank you.” Mylo would not break.  

She didn’t move this time, instead she kept her eyes on the ground waiting for instruction.  He lifted an arm and she went forward.

“Wait.” Negan held up a palm. “On second thought.  Loose the shirt too.”

Mylo grabbed the hem and paused.  She could do this. She would do this.  She pulled it up over her head and tried not to look at him before she pulled her hands behind her and undid the clasp on her bra without being asked.  Mylo would prove herself to him, kill him, and get the hell out of here.  She kept telling herself that.

“I love that initiative you have!” Negan clapped. “But not as much as I love that fucking body.”

She tried to push her shoulders back as she bared herself to him, not enjoying the vulnerable position she was in at the slightest.  A comment was coming, whether about her lack of further grooming, her boobs that were just a little too small for her frame, her waist and hips that were lacking the feminine curves, or her millions other imperfections.  She braced herself, swearing she wouldn’t cry.

“Absolutely fucking beautiful.” Negan wiped his chin. “You’re making me want to break the rules little girl.  I really REALLY wish you had earned this cock already.”

Huh?  Mylo looked up.  There was no sarcasm on his face.  She didn’t understand. He lifted his arm and signaled for her to lay down. Almost happy to have some coverage she practically dove onto his lap.

“I guess my puppy is eager for her punishment?”  Negan repositioned her so her head was almost on the floor, her ass square in his lap. His hand caressed her ass and she bit her lip to keep from trying to flee.  “We will do the first four punishments, five smacks each.  After each one I want you to say the reason.  Let’s start with ‘I won’t bite’.”

Mylo nodded.  She hated herself right now, but this was a long con.  One she knew she could pull off.  Besides, she was spanked as a child, it didn’t hurt that bad.  

“Here we go.” Negan rubbed his hands together.

Mylo braced herself, pinching her eyes shut.  BOOM! It echoed across the room and she bounced forward.  A giant sting spread across her ass.

“Ooooh!” She didn’t meant to make the noise.

“Come on puppy, remember the rules or it won’t count.”

“I won’t bite!” Mylo was quick to yell.

“Good puppy.”  Negan rubbed her ass and it made the sting dissipate.

SLAP!  The second one was even harder.

“I won’t bite.”  Mylo wished her hands had something to grip.

BAM!

“I won’t bite!”  Mylo picked one hand off the floor and gripped on to his pant leg.

SMACK!

“I WON’T BITE!” Her entire ass was throbbing.  She didn’t remember his hand being so large.

SLAP!

“I WON’T BITE!”  She arched her back in response.  

Negan’s hand returned to her ass and started massaging.  She winced, now it felt like his touch was spreading the pain.  Her breathing started to slow down and she realized she had been panting.  

“Good puppy.”  Negan squeezed a cheek and pain exploded. “Now lets say ‘I won’t shove’.”

Mylo braced herself again.

CLAP!  

A scream escaped her lips.

“I WON’T BITE!”

“Sorry, what was that?” Negan asked calmly.

“Shove, I’m so sorry. I won’t shove.”  Tears were making their way to her ducts.  

SLAP!

“I WON’T SHOVE!” Mylo bit back a sob.  

The next three came in a row and Mylo didn’t think she would be able to hold back the tears any longer.  Her rear was on fire.  Negan stopped and she would have rolled off his lap.  The idea of standing up and fighting back was sounding more and more like a better idea.  

“You’re doing wonderful, and your ass looks delicious with this color.”  Negan rubbed her again and her body shook involuntarily. “Now lets do ‘I’ll listen to my Master’.”

Mya let go of his pant leg and tried to brace herself on the floor.  BOOM!  She let out another scream and went forward.

“I’ll listen to my Master.”  She wasn’t sure what she said was audible.

SMACK!

“I’LL LISTEN TO MY MASTER.”  A sob escaped.  Mylo had tried so hard to hold on to it, but she couldn’t any more.  She wasn’t as strong as she thought.

BAM!

“I’ll listen to my master!”  She barely made the words out between her tears.  

SLAP!

“I’LL LISTEN TO MY MASTER!” She screamed it, as if someway that would make him stop.  

SPANK!

“I’LL LISTEN TO MY MASTER!”  Mylo no longer knew if she was saying it to prove herself or because she just wanted this to stop.

BANG!

“I’LL LISTEN TO MY MASTER!” Pain she didn’t know she could feel spread to her core.

“You’re doing so good for a first punishment.”  Negan lightly rubbed the welts he was making. “Your new owner is very proud of his purchase.”  

Owner.  She did not have an owner.  This was all fake.

“Last one.  Now say I will not swear.”  

All her determination to fake it vanished.  This guy was swearing while he beat her.  She pushed her hands to the floor to try and get up.

BANG!  She fell forward.

“FUCK YOU!” She yelled.

“That’s what Master was waiting for.” Negan wrapped his other arm around her lower back, pinning her in place.

SLAP!

“LET GO OF ME YOU SICK FUCK!”  Mylo continued to struggle.  

SPANK! BOOM! CLAP!

“STOP IT!”  She tried to crawl forward, push backwards, roll to the side.

SMACK! BANG!

Another sob broke free.  She was trapped.  He was well past the five he promised and she didn’t understand how he managed to increase the pain each time without it going numb.  Her body went limp as she cried.

“You have the power to stop this Mylo.”  Negan squeezed her side. “Remember what I want?”

SPANK!

“I won’t swear.”  Mylo sobbed, she couldn’t believe she was doing this.

“Good girl.”  SMACK!

“I won’t swear.”  Mylo stopped bracing herself, just wanting this over with.

SMACK!

“I won’t swear.”  She brought her hand back up to grip his pants leg, even though her fingers barely made a fist.

SMACK!

“I won’t swear.”  It was almost a whisper at this point.  She wasn’t sure what bothered her more, the pain or the shame of defeat.

SMACK! The last one was extra hard.  Mylo arched her back in response.

“I WON’T SWEAR!”  Another sob broke from her lips.

“What a good girl you are.”  Negan flipped her around and carried her towards the bed.  “You took that like a champ.  Master is very proud.”

Mylo felt exhaustion.  She knew she should push away from him and try to fight, but her ass and soul were both too bruised to fight.

“Now can you tell me what number five was?” Negan sat down on the edge of the bed and lowered her into his lap. She winced when her butt settled on his jeans.

She cried and shook her head.  She knew he knew, but couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

“You’ll only make this harder on yourself.”  Negan rubbed her back and kissed her forehead.

Mylo looked up at him, she hadn’t realized it but her arms were around his neck. She expected demon eyes to be looking down at her but instead his face was soft and filled with concern. She wanted this to end.  

“I lied.”  She leaned her head against his chest with defeat.

“Good girl.”  Negan traced his hand between her thighs.  “I know that was hard to admit.”

Mylo didn’t want comfort from him, at least that’s what she told herself.

“The second I told you to open your eyes I knew what you were.”  Negan’s fingers went higher. “I knew you needed my help.”

She had no clue what he was talking about, but her lids were getting heavy and she wanted to go to sleep.

“Even if you don’t know yet.” His fingers dipped between her legs. “Master does.”

Mylo let out a gasp as his finger ran up her slit.  That was enough to jolt her and she pushed away.  He responded by holding her close as he brought a finger in front of her face.

Horror spread through Mylo and she pushed herself off his lap onto weak legs.  There was no way she was turned on.  He stood up from the bed and came closer towards her his shimmering wet finger still in the air.

“No. Get away from me!” She almost fell backwards but Negan’s arm wrapped around her holding her in place.

Mylo pushed at his shoulders and looked up to slap him, but he pressed his lips to hers and moved his other arm between them, his finger finding her clit instantly.  She let out an uncontrollable moan and his tongue slid into her mouth.

This was wrong on too many levels.  She knew she should use the opportunity to bite his tongue off, but his kiss was gentle as his tongue rubbed hers and his finger worked her pleasure center.  All logic and reason went out the window and she returned his kiss.  He responded by rubbing her faster.  

“Eager puppy.” Negan momentarily broke their kiss.

Tonight was too much. It wasn’t her fault the devil had some skill over her body. She deserved some sort of release.  Her body started rocking against his hand and he responded with more pressure.  Negan was an amazing kisser, but she didn’t want to think about him.  Her eyes shut and she imagined she was with anyone else, anywhere else, before the world literally turned into a nightmare.  

All thoughts of right and wrong disappeared and she started eagerly moving against his hand.  Mylo needed this, she deserved it, the last time a skilled lover had helped her out was years ago.  She let herself go, no longer concerned about the consequences. It didn’t take long before the familiar coil of an orgasm began to form and she lost all inhibitions, desperate for the pleasure regardless of the source.  Her body readied itself to fall over the cliff when suddenly Negan’s hand disappeared and his mouth vanished from hers.  

His hands grabbed her wrists and held them in the air while his foot kicked her legs apart.  Her chest beat he'd heavily and she became conscious of her nudity to his fully clothed form.  Her eyes went to his with shock, he had the concerned caring look again.

“Sorry darling.” He bent down, putting his shoulder at her stomach before hoisting her in the air. “But you have to earn those too.”

Her brain was fuzzy.  She didn’t understand what was happening. Tears formed again at the almost painful need to cum.  He walked across the room and opened the closet.  Mylo could not focus on anything, but thought he was dragging something.

“That was punishment number five.  Eventually you will learn Daddy always knows when his girl is lying.”  Negan started lowering her to the ground.

This was so unfair.  Mylo’s brain swarmed with the need for release as the pain from her ass started to return.  She noticed he was not just placing her on the ground and looked around.  A cage! He was putting her in a cage.  She was half way in and bucked, trying to get out.

“Stop.” Negan squeezed her. “You’re only making things harder on yourself.  This is happening one way or another.”

The fight disappeared and she let herself go limp as he positioned her.  It had a plastic bottom and was fairly large, but no way she could stand up or stretch out all the way.  

“Good girl.”  He closed the door and shut the lock.

Mylo was feeling too much to focus on how humiliating this was for her.  She still wanted that orgasm too bad.  

“Put your hands through the holes.” Negan walked to the back of the cage.

At the bottom two pieces of metal had been removed.  She let out a whimper.

“It won’t be a punishment if your decide to finish yourself off.” Negan swung a pair of handcuffs.  “I really don’t want to have to punish my new puppy again.”

Mylo knew it was wrong, but she extended her hands through the holes and cried again as the sound of the cuffs clicked over her wrists.

“Baby girl, you did very well tonight.”  Negan stood up.  “Your Master is very proud.  Now get some sleep.  Tomorrow is a new day.”

Mylo hurried her head in her arm and sobbed.  The light went out an Negan left the room.  She didn’t understand how things went so bad so quickly.  She was stronger than this, better than this.  He always had the upper hand and knew it.  She couldn’t believe how flawed her plan had been.  Stronger.  She would have to be stronger.  Tomorrow was a new day.  Tomorrow she would resist.  That thought ran through Mylo’s head over and over as she drifted off into one of the deepest sleeps she’s ever had.

[dsudis]

Fic: Your Head Nestled Beneath My Chin (Bruce/Bucky + dogs)

@feanorinleatherpants asked for sick-day fic set in the same AU as Look About (All the Stars Are Coming Out), about Bucky and his Ovcharka, Boof. This is somewhat earlier (...eight songs earlier in All Eternals Deck), and I don’t know that reading Look About first will make it make more sense, strictly speaking, but... at least you’ll have an idea of what you’re getting?

The dogs were supposed to be for the goats.

That had been the idea, when Bucky brought home four more goats to be company for the one Bruce had accidentally acquired--they had a herd, at that point, and they needed dogs to guard them. And once they had dogs to guard them, it only made sense to add more goats to the herd, because two Ovcharkas for five goats was obviously overkill. 

The dogs were working dogs, though. Not pets. Bucky trained them, all the time fighting down memories of teaching little girls, working with the assets who had been meant to supercede him and turned out to be too aggressive to be controlled.

Ovcharkas, by comparison, were easy to manage. Bucky was strong enough to master them by force if he had to, and once the dogs  met Bruce in his Other Guy shape, they knew exactly where they fit in the pecking order. 

It was one of those days when it was hard to tell low clouds from the fog, and the whole valley was full of mist. They exchanged pings with the search drones in the morning, just like they did every morning unless they were actually out in the sub checking out a possibility. After that there was nothing much to do--no new building or repair projects to undertake, and the dogs were doing a fine job of managing the goats.

Bruce looked thoughtfully from the gray outside the windows to Bucky, and Bucky gave him a hopeful look.

"Yeah, okay," Bruce said. "We've got to see what the goats do when he shows up, anyway, right?"

"Yeah," Bucky agreed solemnly. "Just practical, really."

Bruce snorted and shook his head and went to change into the enormous shorts that the Other Guy wouldn't tear to shreds. Bucky went outside to see where the animals were, and found that the dogs were keeping all of the goats--there were nine now--on the stretch of grass where Bruce wanted to build a greenhouse, just north of the house and overlooking the ocean. 

So they'd get a pretty immediate reaction, anyway.

Bruce stepped outside a second later, squinting without his glasses and shivering a little in the clammy air, holding the huge purple shorts up with one hand. Bucky watched him tally up the animals the same way Bucky had, and then Bruce turned a crooked smile in his direction. "If I spook all of them into the hills, you're gonna have to chase them all down."

"It'll be something to do," Bucky said, returning a slightly wider smile. "Come on, get the experiment started. 

Bruce rolled his eyes, and the motion flowed smoothly into him turning slightly away as he went green, growing in a second into the giant.

Bucky jumped in the next second at a chorus of human-sounding screams, and ran toward the sound automatically. He realized a couple of strides in that the sound was the goats. He hadn't known they could make that noise.

The dogs were barking too--each one was a deep bass crack of sound like very small booms of thunder. They were circling around the goats, keeping them together, and just as Bucky reached them, one of the dogs bolted in his direction. Bucky planted his feet and threw up his metal arm, but the dog--he really had to name them, just to be able to say easily, the-slightly-bigger-one-with-darker-ears--ran past him to go after Bruce, barking his fool head off. 

Clearly he accepted that Bucky had taken his place on guard duty, so he could go press the attack.

Bucky turned to watch what happened next. He was pretty sure Bruce, even big and green, wouldn't hurt one of their dogs, and obviously the dog couldn't hurt Bruce, but...

Bruce raised one enormous green hand in the palm-out gesture Bucky had taught the dogs, and said, in a bass rumble bigger than the dogs' barking, "Halt."

The dog's feet slid under him as he tried to stop his charge, his barking cutting off sharply in confusion.

The dog who had stayed with the goats kept barking for a few seconds, and Bucky turned toward him. He didn't think when he opened his mouth, just did his own impression of a thundercloud to get in on the theme. "Boof! Boof!"

The barking dog stopped, staring at Bucky in confusion. That wasn't one of the commands he'd taught them.

He heard Bruce say in his giant's voice, "Good dog," and looked to see the other dog being picked up in enormous green hands like a puppy, flipped onto its back in Bruce's arms. 

Bucky looked back to the nearer dog--his dog, for the moment, as the other dog was the Other Guy's. The goats had quieted down in the absence of an actual threat from the Other Guy, and the dog was still staring at Bucky like he was waiting for Bucky to teach him what Boof meant.

"Doesn't mean anything, pal," Bucky said, walking over to the dog. "Just a noise. Got your attention, though, huh? Boof?"

The dog stepped closer, nosing at Bucky's hands.

"Guess that's as good a name as I'm gonna come up with for you," Bucky said, rubbing one hand behind the dog's ears. 

It only occurred to him as he said it that he had been waiting. He had meant to let Steve make up names for the dogs, the same way Steve had named him, when he was a kid complaining that there were too many Jameses on his street and Buchanan wasn't hardly a name at all.

Steve wouldn't have named a dog Boof. But Steve wasn't here--not yet. Maybe not ever, like Bruce had reminded him so many times. And even if they were working dogs, they deserved to have names.

"Boof," Bucky repeated, crouching down. 

Boof licked his face, which seemed like a deal, and Bucky slung an arm around his neck.

"Boof, halt," he said after a moment, holding up his hand, and Boof laid off the licking and looked at him attentively. 

"Good dog," he muttered, and Boof pushed closer again, pressing his huge head against Bucky's chest.

Bucky ducked his head and held on to the huge dog, reminding himself that what he and Bruce had here, it was enough. Even if they never found Steve, even if they were wrong... it was enough. This was enough. This was good, here. This could be a life, free enough and safe enough in this valley by the sea. 

He turned his head after a while to see what the other dog--Other Dog? It wasn't much worse, as a name, than Boof--was up to with the Other Guy.

Bruce had sat down, and Other Dog looked puppy-sized in his enormous lap, wriggling around as Bruce rubbed his belly. 

Bruce looked up and saw Bucky looking at him, and said, "Okay?"

Bucky nodded, giving Boof a few more skritches. "Okay." 

Bruce raised one big green hand, pointing with a thick finger. "Okay?"

Bucky looked, and realized that all the damn goats had run off into the fog. He hid his face against Boof's fur, realizing that Boof had decided it was more important to stay with him than to actually watch the goats.

"Guess now we're gonna have to get more dogs for the goats," he muttered, giving Boof one last scratch before he stood up said, "Boof! Goats!" 

Boof's tail wagged once, and he turned and started running. Bucky ran with him into the fog, knowing that between them they could find the goats and get them home.

For today, that would have to be enough.

[a-gay-bloodmage]

—Lonely Little Wheat Field—

Pairing: Giotto Silva (M!OC) x Felicia Silva (F!OC)

Pairing Type: M/F

Words: 2,233

Warnings: Thedas-Appropriate Name for a Great Dane, The Troubles of Adopting Qunaris, Fantasy Racism, Slice of Life, Borderline Nothing to do With Dragon Age, Almost Entirely Fluff

"Giotto! Can you please pick her up or something?" Felicia all but wailed, falling back onto their quickly deteriorating couch.

Her husband was currently running around after their daughter, Semiha, stumbling over the loose floorboards. Semiha's bare feet could be heard slapping about in the kitchen, Giotto's heavy footsteps close behind.

Felicia ran a hand through her greying black hair. She was only forty, but a life of farming and the stress of a young child always kept her stress levels high. Not that she'd trade Semiha for anything in the world, but a day off would be nice every once in a while.

She felt a tug on her shirt. "Mama?" Her daughter's voice was watery.

"Yes, little one?" Felicia cooed, picking up the child. She was turning four in a matter of days, and yet she was already as big as the typical six-year-old. And grey. Felicia brushed loose, curly locks of white-silver hair from her daughter's round little face. "What happened?"

"My... my head hurts..."

"She was putting a hole through the wall again, Felicia," Giotto sighed, kneeling by the couch.

"'M sorry, papa," Semiha whispered, her silvery eyes filling up with tears.

"It's alright, I'm not mad," Giotto said back, gently holding his daughter's shoulder. "But we need to figure out a better way to go about... this."

It was times like this that it became obvious Felicia and Giotto were different than their child. Very different. They were raven-haired, olive-skinned, humans, and their daughter was undoubtedly a qunari. And they, quite frankly, had no idea what they were doing.

"I think your horns are coming in, little one," Felicia smiled, gently rubbing the top of Semiha's head. "I'm sure they'll be the most beautiful things."

"But they hurt, mama!" Semiha whined, clutching Felicia's shirt and burying her face into her chest. "I don't want them!"

"It's natural, darling."

"Mama and papa don't have any! I don't want 'em! I wanna be like mama and papa!"

Felicia looked over to her husband, who only shook his head sadly. Ever since the little girl could walk, she had trailed behind the two of them like a little grey shadow. She hung onto their coats and latched herself onto their legs, begging them not to leave to go to the market, even if only either Felicia or Giotto left, neither both.

"You are like us, little one," Felicia said, as sweetly as she could. "But everyone is different. Papa and I are different, but that isn't a bad thing, is it?"

Semiha shook her head, muttering a soft no against Felicia's now wet skin.

"The Maker gave you to us just the way you are. You're our most precious blessing, Semiha, so don't you think for a moment that you need to be anything other than yourself," Giotto said, sitting down on the couch. "And besides, why would you want to be human?" He chuckled softly. "We're so very little and boring."

"You're not boring, papa," Semiha mumbled, looking up from Felicia's chest.

"Oh, flattery!" He gasped, smiling. Semiha giggled. "My daughter, a flatterer!" Semiha tried to protest, laughing at her father's silly voices and mock despair.

"No, papa!" She laughed, stumbling over Felicia's lap to wrap her arms around her father.

"Oh, if you say so," Giotto smiled, moving to stand up. "Someone's getting big," he said, slightly straining to hold his rapidly growing child. "Alright, off to bed, big girl."

"I thought I was your little girl?"

Felicia laughed to herself as she was left alone in the parlor, softly shaking her head. She hadn't even imagined, only four short years ago, that she'd ever be a mother. After nearly twenty years of trying, her and Giotto had given up hope that they'd ever fill the quiet farmhouse with a child's laughter.

And then along came Semiha, wrapped in an old blanket and abandoned on the edge of their wheat field, no more than a few days old. She'd only started crying once Felicia had wrapped her up in her arms, screaming to never be put down again. Felicia hadn't dared to defy the little grey infant. She had heard from northern wanderers that passed through town the qunari had no families, that all they ever existed to be were cogs in larger machine. And that they didn't take kindly to those who left. The poor child had probably been a burden on her parents, left to die by parents never taught to care.

Well, Felicia had thought to herself, hugging the child close, I suppose I'll just have to care for them, then. She had taken her back home and watched slow, happy tears roll down her husband's face as he gently caressed the soft tuft of silver hair adorning the answer to their prayers.

Felicia pushed herself off the couch and began the slow trek back to bed.

• • ♡ • •

"She needs a companion, Felicia," Giotto sighed, interrupting the hum of the night outside.

Felicia rolled over onto her side. "What do you mean?"

"I mean-" He raked a hand through his thinning dark grey hair. "It can't just be us," he said. "She's lived in- in this house for four years. Sure, she goes outside and plays, but she doesn't have a single friend." Felicia opened her mouth to comment, but Giotto shook his head, cutting her off. "We're her parents, Felicia. And as much as she loves us, that doesn't make up for it. And it's not like she's ever going to have siblings."

"You know how people react when they see someone like her, Giotto," Felicia said, scowling. "Carrying her into the market, they avoided me like I was carrying the plague, not a child." As much as she loved their village, the human and elven population didn't take kindly to the idea of an ox-man's child in their square. She didn't dare take Semiha into town anymore, afraid someone would do something to hurt her little angel, seeing her as a threat instead of a curly-haired, giggly, skinned-knee, overall-wearing child. And she was afraid of what such hostility would do to her sensitive self.

"I know," Giotto said, staring up at the ceiling. "And until she's old enough to brave our society herself, and to prove that she's nothing like they assume, I'm keeping her out of that viper pit." He looked over at Felicia. "But tomorrow's her birthday, and I don't want her to go another year alone."

Felicia's eyebrows pushed together. "What are you suggesting?"

"When I was in town the other day, Markus was going around and telling everyone he could that he was trying to get rid of a litter of puppies. He had six, and I asked him to hold one for me." He smiled softly. "If she can't have any human friends, Maker, Felicia, please let her have this."

Felicia bit down on her lip. She had always strayed away from dogs, as they had struck her as nothing but needless work to be added to the already demanding tasks of working a farm. "The breed?"

"Nevarran mabari," Giotto said, looking a little nervous. "They're gentle giants, really, and I can't think of a more fitting companion for a child of Semiha's size." He chuckled softly to himself.

"Don't those things grow to the size of a small horse?" Felicia's eyes grew wide.

"Don't qunari tend to be over seven feet tall?" Giotto countered. "It'd be a lapdog."

"Giotto..."

"Felicia..."

Felicia sighed. "How much would it cost?"

"Markus wants 'em gone. Few coppers is all he's asking."

"Still, dogs are work, dear."

"So are children."

"Is raising a child not work enough? You really want more?"

"They're working dogs, Felicia," Giotto said. "Good at herding, good with kids, easy to train, it's a perfect companion. Besides, I've... always wanted a guard dog."

Felicia smiled. "So it's for you and Semiha, then?"

Giotto shrugged, a little shy. "Mainly Semiha."

Felicia sighed, knowing it would be easiest to give in. "Fine. Go out and buy it tomorrow morning. I suppose you want to surprise her?" Giotto nodded. "I'll fix her a birthday breakfast, and that will be her gift, then, in addition to the new overalls."

"At least she won't outgrow a dog in three months."

Felicia laughed, nodding.

Giotto leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Felicia said back. "Do pick out the sweetest one, will you?"

"Only the sweetest."

• • ♡ • •

"Rise and shine, birthday girl," Felicia said, slowly creaking open Semiha's bedroom door.

"Mama?" She sleepily rubbed her eyes, sitting up in bed.

Felicia smiled, moving to ruffle her daughter's mass of curly silver hair. She could feel little bumps beneath, and couldn't help the bubble of pride in her chest at the thought of her daughter's horns coming in. She doubted many other parents would be so excited. "How did you sleep?"

"Good," Semiha smiled, seeming to melt under the gentle touches. Felicia made a note of that. "What're we doing today?" She always loved asking that, excited to trail behind mama or papa as they did what they considered to be boring chores.

Felicia pretended to think. "Let's see, I've already woken up, so that's done, and I got dressed and brushed my hair..."

"Mama!" Semiha giggled.

"Oh! And I laid out all the ingredients we need to make a special someone their favorite breakfast!"

Semiha grinned. "Pancakes!" She gasped, now fully awake. Felicia helped her get dressed and pull her hair into a large poof. She wasn't very good at figuring out Semiha's hair, but the little girl seemed to appreciate just letting it bounce about.

They ended up with flour in their hair and on their clothes, a couple bits of egg on the countertop, and with only a little milk lost to the floor. Semiha was still ever so clumsy, seeming unused to her ever growing body. Felicia was sure she'd grow into it, eventually.

"Mama, when is papa getting back?" Semiha asked, looking up from her plate, which was now empty for the third time.

"Soon, sweetheart," Felicia smiled, eyes flickering to the door. It didn't take that long to get to town in the oxen cart, and he'd left a good time ago. She didn't worry about him getting into a fight on the road. Those sorts of interactions were usually her fault. She couldn't help the fact that she was damn near always right. Both Felicia and Semiha perked up as they heard the telltale creaks on the front porch. "Ask you you shall receive," Felicia laughed to herself, standing to let Giotto in. "Stay here, sweetheart, alright?"

Semiha nodded, smiling sweetly.

"Giotto!" Felicia whispered, stepping out onto the porch and holding the door behind her. "How'd it go?"

"You tell me," her husband grinned, holding a wicker basket. A very large wicker basket.

"Oh, that is a massive dog," Felicia said in a strained whisper. It looked up at her from its basket with wide, pale blue eyes. Its little tail thumped against the wicker.

Giotto shrugged. "Well, if I'm going to have to adjust the doorways for a daughter..." His hopeful tone left no room to argue.

Felicia sighed. "Whatever comes about, let it be known that this was your idea, Giotto Silva." Giotto nodded, grinning. "Semiha, sweetheart!" Felicia called out into the house. "Papa brought home a surprise! Close your eyes, okay?"

"Is it more overalls?" She giggled. "Eyes are closed, mama!"

"She's gonna love her," Giotto said, obviously tired from holding the frankly too large puppy.

"Oh, I don't doubt it."

Giotto set the basket on the table, and the giant little dog set its paws on the side of the basket, nearly tipping it over in an attempt to sniff the little girl in front of it. "Open your eyes, Semiha!" Giotto laughed.

Instant wonder lit up the child's eyes. "Is it a puppy?" She gasped. She'd only seen dogs in passing when the occasional neighbor came by, always looking at the strange creatures in the wagon with curiosity.

"And she's all your own," her father said, gently lifting the dog from the basket. "What do you want to call her?"

Semiha slowing put out her hand, ever so carefully touching the top of the dog's head. "Meatball," she whispered, in a shy sort of awe.

"Meatball?" Giotto laughed. "That's perfect!"

Felicia could only smile and shake her head. It was cute.

"Hi, Meatball," Semiha whispered. Giotto slowly let go of the puppy, who instantly took advantage of her newfound freedom to toss her paws on Semiha's shoulders and draw her tongue across the little girl's cheek. "Meatball!" She laughed, delighted.

Felicia looked over to Giotto. He had the smuggest smile she'd ever seen on his soft-spoken face. She sighed, rolling her eyes. The puppy was a good idea, certainly. Semiha wasn't the type of child to get bored of things, so Felicia wasn't worried.

"Mama, papa, can we play outside?" Semiha asked, dog drool still on her soft grey cheek.

"Of course, sweetheart," Felicia said, following slowly after as Semiha all but sprinted out the back door. Meatball was hot on her heels, barking happily.

The two little girls played along the edge of the wheat field, joyful noises breaking the usual country hum. The lonely little wheat field certainly wasn't lonely anymore.

[erinsmallville]

Hope (A Guards of the Shadowlands fic)

Lela and Malachi a Few Years After Chaos.

Lela and Malachi had often talked about getting a pet. They had both lost their taste for dogs, which, all things considered, wasn’t surprising.  But every time they saw a cat video, those adorable furry bodies hiding the fact that they had razors at the end of their fingertips, they both melted a little. They were “a perfect blend of cute and dangerous,” Malachi had told her, “Like you.”

One day, after another day trip to _____, they’d gotten ice cream cones at a tiny parlor and decided to window shop along the small downtown street lined with quaint boutiques. Lela was enjoying her cone, the sun on her face, her free hand holding Malachi’s. She could never take these days for granted even if she tried. After all they’d been through, being able to stroll down the street with her boyfriend, shopping, smiling, stealing a kiss every time they stopped to admire a window display, they were all a gift. And she would soak in every minute she got to spend with the man she loved.

Who had just made a very uncharacteristic noise. She turned around to see Malachi looking with wide eyes, his lips parted, at a small, fluffy, white kitten with blue eyes.

Lela started to giggle as Malachi poked his finger against the glass in front of the kitten, wiggling it so that the kitten started chasing it around, unsuccessfully trying to pounce on it. Malachi practically squeaked and laughed before he looked up at her, and she melted at the pure innocent joy on his face. She made the decision right there: they were adopting a cat.

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“Lela I’m not sure about this” Malachi said carefully. His normally calm demeanor had changed to trepidation, furrowing his brow as he looked at their purchases.

They were in the checkout line at the store after having raided the pet care aisle. Their basket was full of toys, scratching boards, cute food bowls with fish on them, a plushy bed, and a litter box. After Malachi had obviously fallen in love with the white kitten at the small animal shelter in _____, Lela had just said “Ok. Let’s go.” Worrying that he’d done something wrong, Malachi had started to apologize, saying that they weren’t ready to take on such a huge responsibility so soon after moving in together.

“Malachi, I’m ready. We’re ready to do this.” His face had lit up with a shy smile, trying to conceal his excitement. He had such control over himself. It was something he’d never let go of, he was still always vigilant, always prepared to defend himself or Lela. They went directly to the store, and before they even got there he was researching everything from brands of food to types of litter. As they were picking out which items for their new friend, he carefully looked at each option, mulling it over in his mind before settling on one, nodding slightly and smiling as he put it into their cart. His excitement and happiness were infectious. Lela had never wanted a pet when she was younger. Her life had been way too unstable for one. But now, they lived together, went to school together, and had become as normal as people who had literally been through hell could be.

“What, you think he won’t like the blue bed? You’re right we should have gotten the green one.” Lela teased.

Malachi lost a little of the tension in his shoulders. “I just want to make sure we give him the best life we possibly can.” He looked at his hands on the shopping cart. Lela knew this was more uncharted territory.

Malachi had spent most of his life fighting, killing, and dying. He had never had a chance to nurture and love a pet. He had watched everyone he ever loved die over and over again, including Lela.

“Malachi.” He looked up at her. “Nothing is going to happen to our cat. We know better than anyone how to keep it safe.”

Malachi put his hand on her face, and touched their foreheads together. “You are right about that. I will defend this kitten with my life.” He said it with such a serious look Lela couldn’t help but start laughing, which got Malachi laughing, and his stress washed away as he swiped his credit card and told the cashier, “Have a wonderful day.”

With the backseat of Lela’s corolla full of cat supplies, they drove right back to the shelter where the white fluffy kitten was now sleeping in his window. As soon as they opened to door they were hit with the sounds of dogs, cats, puppies yipping, and the smell of the animal shelter. Malachi went still for a second, taking in the sounds and, Lela thought she noticed, looking around for an oncoming attack. He relaxed as soon as a volunteer greeted them with an easy smile, “Hello! How can we help you today?”

“We are looking to adopt that white kitten in the window, please…. This is our first pet.” Lela laughed nervously. “I’m not sure how this works.”

The volunteer, whose name tag she now saw said ‘Morgan,’ smiled again. “No problem, I just need some basic information from both of you and then we can go see your little friend over there!”

As they were filling out the adoption form, Lela couldn’t help but feel a familiar sense of responsibility well up inside her. She knew how important adoption was. They both had experience with protecting the innocent, protecting people in their charge. Looking at Malachi’s face, full of serious concentration as he wrote down his address and place of employment, she filled up with love and pride that they were taking such big steps together, and she couldn’t wait to take this kitten home. To *their* home. As that thought ran through her head she got a little misty eyed and turned away. Malachi, always aware of her movements, caught her arm before she could turn around. “What’s wrong?” He searched her face, ready to drop everything if she was getting overwhelmed.

“Nothing is wrong, at all. I promise. I was just thinking…” Lela looked at her hands, fingers grasping each other tightly, willing herself not to start crying from happiness. “We’re like a little family now.” Malachi let out a huff of laughter, the look on his face mirroring what she felt inside. He grabbed her face and kissed her, somehow soft and fierce at the same.

“We are a family. You are my family.” He twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. “I love you so much, Lela.”

“Are you guys all ready to go?” Morgan the Volunteer asked cheerfully. She checked to make sure they’d filled in all the correct information and then asked if they’d brought a carrier or needed a cardboard one. Lela and Malachi looked at each other with wide eyes, suddenly feeling like they were entirely unprepared because they’d forgotten how the kitten was going to ride home with them.

“No worries! He’ll be safe and sound in one of our cardboard carriers!”

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 “I can’t believe this.”

“I know.”

“What are we going to do.”

“I don’t know.”

Lela and Malachi were sitting on the couch staring at the most adorable thing they’d both ever seen.  Their new kitten lay sleeping in his plushy bed between them, his little front paws covering his face, one back foot sticking up in the air.

“His little toe beans.” Malachi said with a giant smile, gently touching the kitten’s tiny toes. Something about hearing such a modern phrase from Malachi in his clipped accent, knowing how old he was, made Lela laugh out loud, disturbing the kitten so that he looked around quickly and chirped before deciding to go back to sleep.

“What are we going to call him?” Malachi looked pensive as he tried to think of the perfect name. Lela looked at his face, recalling the combination of happiness, worry, and surprise when the shelter volunteer handed the kitten to him. It was definitely a sight to see- a tiny, white, long-haired kitten in the hands of the most dangerous Guard the Dark City had ever seen. He had cooed at it every time the kitten squeaked, and Lela melted with every noise. They were too darn cute. He had held the cardboard carrier tight in his lap the whole ride home, reassuring it in hushed tones to keep it calm.

“Anything but ‘Snowball’, please. That’s way too cliché. What’s the cat’s name from James Bond? The villain’s cat.” Malachi just looked at her. “Right, it’s on the movie list.” Which, since they now lived together had gotten a lot smaller. Sometimes she wondered if they’d become boring old people, watching a movie every night before bed.

“What about Nadej?”

Lela looked at him for a moment. “What did you say?”

“Nadej. It means ‘hope’ in Slovak. And it kind of sounds like Nadia….” He looked at Lela to gauge her reaction. It had been a few years since Nadia’s death, and everything else that happened after that, but sometimes if a strong memory hit Lela unexpectedly, she would get very quiet.

She grasped Malachi’s hand resting on the back of the couch. “I think it’s perfect. His name is Nadej.” She smiled and stroked Nadej’s furry head with her finger, and he started purring. Lela couldn’t stop a yawn from coming out. It was getting late. They’d gotten home with Nadej and set up his food and water, showed him where his litter box was, and played with him for hours. She stretched her arms above her head and looked at Malachi, who looked away from her body not quickly enough. Her cheeks flushed, the heat rising from her belly.

“Where’s Nadej going to sleep?”

Malachi looked like he was about to say something, but then looked at the kitten’s sleeping form, looked to his bedroom door, then up to Lela. “I don’t want to wake him, but he should sleep in our room. Right?”

Lela couldn’t help but feel warm and fuzzy inside at the words ‘our room.’ It would never get old.

“Agreed. Hold on.” She slowly slid her hands under Nadej’s cat bed, then gently picked it up and walked to the bedroom like he was on a flying saucer. When she got to the bedroom she looked around for a suitable spot. Nadej was still small, and she was unsure whether he could jump up to or down from the bed. Lela looked at Malachi for help.

“I have an idea.” He kept a wooden chest at the end of his bed, similar to the one he had in his quarters in the Dark City. He cleared off some notebooks and pens and said “You can put his bed here. It’s lower than our bed, but he can still get down to go to his litter box.” Echoing Lela’s thoughts exactly. Lela gently set Nadej in his bed down and stood up to wrap her arms around Malachi’s waist. They stood for a moment holding each other, staring at this tiny new life they’d adopted.

“Does this make me a cat mom now?”

“What on earth does that mean.”