#lets be with the front and not with the tail

[banditcoyote]

Echo glanced over at her. "Haven't you already had him?" he countered with a raised eyebrow. Echo didn't seem too worried about the fight and he shrugged. "Of course he will. No one expects him to lose." he said easily. "Not even Michael."

The wolf had taped up his hands and despite the weather wore only a tank top and a pair of fitted joggers that he looked exceptionally fit in. He rolled his shoulders and craned his neck from side to side, circling about in the snow for a moment catching Sasuga’s eye and giving her a little smile. The two wolves came to a stand still across from each other, Raphael’s knees and elbows each bent slightly, a relaxed pose ready for action, a slight bounce to his stance and his tail stilling behind him to help him maintain balance to be ready for quick movement.. Michael stood there.

Echo blew the gold whistle around his neck and let it fall against this chest. The sound cut through the air and it seemed as though everyone held their breath waiting for something explosive to happen between the two lead wolves. However Michael just stood and watched, while Raphael bounced and kept his eyes laser focused on his alpha. after a few long moments Michael moved, making Raphael turn his rear foot out, but the wolf only put his hand in his pockets and tilted his head slightly to one side to watch Raphael. Raphael’s eyebrows drew together and his ears twitched but he held his stance. Another beat past and neither moved until Raphael took a charge forward and aimed a punch at Michael’s jaw, only to barely graze him with the alpha refused to move or block.“What are you doing?” he asked looking Michael up and down as he took a step back into his fighting stance once more. “Nothing.” Michael said with a slight shrug to his shoulders. “You want to fight me. Come fight me.” There was a bit of a murmur in the crowd and Raphael’s ears twitched down at this. “Come on Raphael, you wanted to do this. Come hit me.” “I don’t want to just hit you. I want you to fight me. This is why we do this.” Raphael still not letting down his guard and raising his hands up higher in front of him. Michael sighed “What do you want me to say Raphael, we know you’re stronger and we know you’re going to pin me. I’m not even sure why you wanted to do this. You want to punch me in front of everyone?” he took his hands out from his pockets and held them out to his sides passively before letting them fall “If that will make you feel better Raphael, go ahead and do it.” Raphael’s eyes went wide. “Are you fucking kidding me Michael?” he asked in a shocked whisper coming out of his stance, his shoulder muscles rippling in the cold as he changed his posture. “You’re really doing this to me? Here?” Raphael’s eyes were wide, and he knew he couldn’t lose his temper though it was borderline. Michael was right, entertaining the fight would just embarrass him, and in doing this he regained his role as Alpha, looking as if he calculated the move specifically to make Raphael look like the hot head he had the reputation of being.

Raphael knew he was backed into a corner, Michael was the Alpha, and everyone knew that while the fight would be a show, it was expected he would win. Michael was tipping things into his favor so he wouldn’t lose face in front of his pack while making Raphael look like a brat. Even if you didn’t agree with it, it was hard to say it wasn’t a clever move. Raphael understood it completely, and it only infuriated him more. “Fight me.” He demanded, taking a few steps towards his Alpha who did nothing to give into Raphael’s anger. “Fight me.” He said again and gave Michael a shove in the chest sending him back a few feet, but Michael held his footing and remained passive. A few murmurs breaking out again amongst the wolves. “Come on. Fight me.” He said shoving him with more aggression almost to the edge of the ring.

Artemis held up a hand in warning to her husband. “Raphael…call it.”

“Fight me. Fight me…Fight me!” Raphael said over and over, his anger growing as he tried to egg Michael on, trying to pull him back out into the ring even if he was still just standing where Raphael had pushed him, some other wolves moving in closer but eyeing each other as they weren’t entirely sure what to do in this situation.

“I’ll fight you” The voice cut through everything, all heads whirling to see Youko Kurama who had stood in the bleachers. “Perhaps we’ll be more evenly matched?”

Raphael’s gaze was hard on Youko, not sure if he was joking or not for a moment, and then his face broke out in a satisfied grin, and he backed away from Michael, back towards the center of the field and held up a hand to Youko and waved him down. “I’d love that.” He said looking almost wild. “Lets do this.”

An excited murmur broke out amongst everyone as Youko started taking his slow steps down the raised seating, and Shishi watched him go before he turned to Sasuga, looking for her reaction.

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

@banditcoyote

[ivyues]

Warmth between us: Stray Kids' reactions to their S/O having warm hands

cold hands equivalent

request: Hii! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) I wanted to request skz reaction when their s/o’s hands are always warm! ( ˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ♡ Thank you!

Bang Chan

The apartment was quieter than usual.

The soft hum of the laptop fan and the occasional click of keys were the only sounds breaking through the silence. Chris sat at his desk, back slightly hunched, his jaw set just a little tighter than normal.

You watched him from the doorway, biting your lip. The fight earlier had been stupid – something small blown out of proportion. Miscommunication. A bad day. Raised voices and hurt expressions. Now there was a heavy space between you, one neither of you quite knew how to cross.

You padded over softly, your heart hammering a little too loud in your chest. As you approached, you hesitated just behind him, watching the tension still lingering in his shoulders. He didn’t look up, didn’t stop typing. You knew he knew you were there.

Cautiously, you reached out and placed your hand gently on his shoulder. That familiar warmth – your warmth – spread through his shirt and into his skin.

His fingers slowed.

He let out a breath through his nose, something between a sigh and a surrender. You felt his muscles shift slightly beneath your touch, loosening. He didn’t shrug you off. If anything, he leaned into the touch just a little.

Then, quietly, he mumbled, “Your hand’s warm.”

It wasn’t said with annoyance or sarcasm. It was softer. Because you always run warm, and he always noticed. And when you touched him, especially like this, it was your way of saying I’m sorry, I’m here, I love you – all in one.

Lee Know

The campfire crackled softly in front of you, flickering against the deep navy sky. Stars scattered overhead like glitter, and your breath fogged the crisp night air. You were tucked into your hoodie, legs curled up by the fire, while Lee Know rummaged through the cabin for something.

“It’s freezing out here. You’re still gonna wear gloves.”

You scoffed. “Why would I wear gloves if my hands are already warm?”

He looked at you like you just asked if fire was wet. “Because you keep them warm. I don’t care if you’re a human heater – your fingers are gonna go numb eventually.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already digging through your bag. A second later, he pulled out a pair of gloves and shoved them at you with all the gentle aggression of someone who was deeply concerned but also incredibly stubborn.

“Here. Put them on. No arguments.”

You stared at the gloves, then back at him. “You’re kind of dramatic, you know that?”

“Dramatic?” He raised a brow. “I'm being responsible. You think I’m gonna let you freeze just because you're usually warm?”

You laughed again, softer this time, touched despite yourself. “Fine. For the sake of your peace of mind.”

As you slipped the gloves on, Lee Know gave a triumphant little nod, then scooted closer and brought his arm behind your chair. “Good. Now we can enjoy the fire without me worrying about you catching a cold.”

You smirked. “So this is about your comfort?”

“Obviously.”

Changbin

The studio was dimly lit, filled with the soft hum of equipment and the quiet tapping of keys as music played low in the background. You were curled up on a couch in the corner, sipping a warm drink and your boyfriend was deep in the recording booth.

"Y/N, can you pass me that pen?" Hyunjin asked, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

You looked over, spotting the pen just beside you on the coffee table. You picked it up and stood to walk it over. As you handed it to Hyunjin, your fingers brushed his – just a quick, unintentional touch – but enough to make him blink and pause.

"Whoa," he said, looking up at you with raised eyebrows. "Your hands are really warm."

You laughed softly. "Yeah, they tend to be like that."

Just then, Changbin stepped out of the booth, tugging off his headphones. He caught the tail end of the exchange, his gaze narrowing playfully as he walked over.

"Hey, hey," he said, sliding an arm around you. "That’s my handwarmer."

Hyunjin snorted, leaning back with an exaggerated shrug. "Relax. I was just admiring the natural phenomenon that is Y/N’s temperature regulation."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips as Changbin pulled you a little closer and pressed a quick kiss to your temple. “No admiring. I’ve got exclusive rights.”

Hyunjin made a dramatic gagging sound. "You two are so gross when you're cute. I'm leaving."

Hyunjin

As Hyunjin and you were strolling hand in hand, he suddenly stopped mid-step, causing you to almost bump into him.

“Yah,” you said with a playful pout, “why'd you do that?”

Hyunjin turned to you with the most tragic expression you’d seen that week. His eyebrows furrowed like a sad puppy, his lips pushed into a pout and he clutched your hand like it had just betrayed him.

“I just realized something truly heartbreaking,” he said, voice low and theatrical.

You blinked. “…Okay?”

“I can’t do that cool, protective boyfriend thing where I warm your hands in mine!” he exclaimed, eyes wide with faux devastation. “That’s, like, standard boyfriend behavior! It’s in all the K-dramas!”

You burst out laughing as he squeezed your warm fingers and dramatically sighed.

“I always imagined pulling you into my coat, saying something cheesy like, ‘Your hands are freezing,’ and then being all suave, warming them up like a knight in a padded North Face jacket,” he said with a sniff. “But you… you ruined it.”

“I ruined it?” you laughed. “I’m just warm-blooded!”

“Exactly!” he cried. “Where’s the drama? The romance? The scene where I hold your icy fingers in mine and say, ‘Don’t worry, jagiya, I got you’? Huh?”

“You could just pretend my hands are cold.”

Hyunjin looked at you, utterly scandalized. “Pretend?!” he gasped. “You want me to lie to myself? To the universe?!”

You rolled your eyes, still grinning. “Okay, Mr. Method Actor. You wanna hold my hand or not?”

Han

"Uggghhhh," came Han’s voice, stretched out like a cat waking up from a nap. “I swear my shoulders are dying. I'm going to have to retire from dancing and become a full-time noodle.”

You glanced over your shoulder, smirking as you watched him flop onto the couch beside you like his soul had left his body. “A noodle?”

“A soggy one,” he added, flopping even further, his head now in your lap. “Just... massage me before I melt into this couch forever.”

You laughed, setting your phone down. “Again? Didn’t I just give you one last night?”

“Exactly, and it was amazing,” he said. “You have magical hands. I don’t know how they’re always so warm, but it’s literally the best thing ever.”

“They’re just naturally warm. It’s a blessing and a curse.”

Han wriggled closer, turning his back to you. “More like a gift. Like – Specializing in stressed-out idols with overworked backs.”

You raised a brow, fingers already gently working into the tension in his shoulders. “You sound like a commercial.”

“I feel like one. This is heaven.” He let out a blissful sigh, his voice muffled against your leg. “Seriously, you should charge for this. Or at least take payment in ramen and eternal gratitude.”

“Oh, I already get paid,” you said, leaning in with a smirk.

Han cracked one eye open. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your dramatic whining? Priceless.”

He burst into laughter, wincing a little as your fingers hit a knot. “Okay, ow—rude. But valid.”

Felix

You were curled up on the couch beside Felix when he reached out to take your hand, fingers slipping between yours.

The moment his fingers curled around yours, his brows knit together slightly at the unexpected warmth of your skin.

Without a word, he let go and leaned in, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as his other hand came to rest lightly on your forehead.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, your voice barely audible as heat crept into your cheeks and your heart stuttered in your chest.

“Checking if you have a fever,” he said, completely serious, brows still furrowed with concern.

You felt your face flush even hotter under his touch. “Felix, I swear I’m not sick,” you said, letting out a nervous laugh. “My hands—They’re just always warm.”

“Mm, you sure?” he murmured, his voice low and playful. “You’re blushing a lot too…”

Your cheeks burned. “That’s because you’re touching my face!”

Felix broke into a soft laugh, that deep, contagious kind of laugh that always made your heart flutter. His fingers lingered for a moment longer, tracing gently from your cheek to your jaw before falling away.

“Alright, alright,” he said, backing off with a grin. “No fever. Just dangerously cute.”

Seungmin

Your relationship was new – still in that sweet, slightly awkward stage where every glance and gesture felt electric, full of possibility. It was only your third official date, but somehow, Seungmin already had this quiet way of making you feel known, like he'd been reading you all along.

He slid into the seat across from you, brushing his hand over the table as he reached for his drink. His fingers accidentally grazed yours – and paused.

“Whoa,” he said softly. “Your hand is… really warm.”

You froze, caught somewhere between surprise and embarrassment. “Oh—uh, yeah. It’s always like that. I’m like a built-in space heater, I guess.”

Seungmin blinked, then slowly smiled. “That’s kind of amazing.”

He let his hand linger just a bit longer, fingers brushing the back of yours. “Do you mind?” he asked quietly, voice playful but tinged with that same softness you were still getting used to.

You shook your head. “No. Not at all.”

So he kept his hand there – not quite holding yours, but close enough that your pinkies touched.

“Is it normal?” he asked, tilting his head. “I mean—are your hands always this warm? Like… all the time?”

You gave a small laugh, shrugging. “Pretty much. Even in winter. It’s weird, right?”

Seungmin shook his head, still watching you like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. “No, I don’t think it’s weird. maybe… kind of comforting? And that's cool. Or—well, not cool. You know what I mean.”

I.N

The summer heat clung to the air in Busan like an extra layer of clothing, but you and I.N didn’t seem to mind. The two of you strolled along the boardwalk, shoes scuffing against the ground, the ocean glittering nearby.

I.N had insisted on getting ice cream from his favorite childhood shop and now you were both lazily licking at your cones, trying to beat the sun before it turned your treats into puddles.

"Ah, no!" you cried, tilting your wrist awkwardly as your ice cream sagged dangerously to one side.

I.N snorted around a mouthful of his own cone. "You're losing the battle, Y/N."

"I have warm hands!" you protested, trying to catch the dripping trails with your tongue and utterly failing. "It's not my fault!"

I.N shook his head with an exaggerated, long-suffering sigh.

You grinned mischievously, wiping a smear of ice cream off your wrist. "Well," you said, flashing a wink, "guess I'm just too hot."

I.N choked on his bite of ice cream, laughing so hard he almost dropped his own cone. "That was terrible," he said between wheezes, but his eyes were shining, crinkling at the corners in that way you loved.

"Terrible but true," you said proudly, bumping your shoulder against his.

He just grinned, offering you a bite of his before yours collapsed completely.

masterlist

[mushroom-words]

Pest Control || WolfStar

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader x Sirius Black

Words: 1085

Notes: So I’m not too sure how I feel about this. It’s my first time actually writing this pairing, and I really wanna explore it more, but it’s been difficult for me to come up with any ideas. I just kind of wrote whatever came to me as I went. And I know the formatting is off, I’ll fix it when I get on my computer.

Warnings: Dom/Sub elements. Pet names. Nothing explicit or adult.

Summary: Giving Sirius a flea bath is always interesting.

“SIRIUS, FOR THE love of Merlin—”

An aggravated sigh pushed past your lips as you kicked the door shut with your foot. You reached behind you to twist the lock into place, never taking your narrowed eyes from the large black dog raising his hackles at you. Pathetic grumbles flew towards you as he stood his ground.

You huffed and pushed your hair from your face. “Must we go through this every bloody time?” you complained, popping your hands onto your hips as you leveled him with a stern gaze, all traces of amusement wiped from your expression. “Maybe if you stopped tracking in fleas, we wouldn’t have to do this, would we?”

Sirius gave you a reproachful look as he grunted unhappily.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to discover a flea or two in your home. Between Sirius running around in his Animagus form and Remus shifting every full moon, you expected there to be a couple of the pests every now and then. You proactively treated the entire house once a month just to keep an infestation at bay. Remus was mindful to clean himself thoroughly whenever one was found just in case it had come from him. Sirius would much rather suffer with the incessant biting and itching in silence before submitting to a bath.

You never understood why he hated the flea baths so much or why he wouldn’t just take the appropriate measures to avoid needing one in the first place.

“You wanna wait for Rem to come home and take care of you himself?” You raised a brow, challenging the Animagus.

He whined, lowering himself onto his haunches.

“That’s what I thought. Now please get in the sodding bath, you mutt.”

Sirius grumbled at you but reluctantly jumped into the warm water. You rolled your eyes and kneeled beside the tub, deftly wetting his fur and lathering him in the flea shampoo. He continued to huff and whine even as you made sure to rub him down with a gentle massage, working the shampoo into his fur and picking out the parasites that emerged.

“I don’t know why you always have to make this so bloody difficult,” you muttered.

He whimpered at your words and turned to drag his wet tongue across your face. You jerked away from the touch with a breathless chuckle, shaking your head fondly at the apology in the movement.

“Okay, okay. Just stay still and let me finish, yeah?”

Sirius sat obediently as you rinsed off the shampoo, chuffing when you finally turned off the faucet and announced you were done. You reached over for the towel to help him get dry when he jumped to his feet and shook himself off. Water sprayed everywhere.

“Sirius!” You shielded your face from the droplets, not able to help your small giggle when he barked happily, his tail wagging. “Okay, fine. Dry yourself off then. Come out when you’re done,” you said.

Leaving the towel for him to use, you left the bathroom, knowing he would walk out on two legs in just a couple of moments. You picked at your wet clothes a bit unhappily but couldn’t find it in you to be too annoyed now that it was finally done.

The front door clicked open and shut from down the hall. A relieved sigh pushed past your lips as you moved to the foyer to greet your other boyfriend.

Remus smiled when he saw you and pulled you in for a sweet kiss that had you melting into him. He raised a brow as he looked over your wet clothes and mussed hair. “What’ve you been up to, dovey?”

“Siri had fleas.”

“Again?”

You hummed, closing your eyes to savor the feeling of his arms coming around you. His hand flattened against your spine to hold you to him, thumb caressing your skin over the back of your shirt.

Always one to know when to make an entrance, your boyfriend sauntered down the hall with the towel hanging around his hips. His hair was damp as it slung around his face. He smirked.

“Telling on me already, sweetheart?” he teased, pausing briefly to give Remus a chaste kiss above your head.

Remus hummed softly. “Did you give our sweet girl a hard time, Pads?”

“No more than usual,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You rolled your eyes at him but let him tug you closer to him. “Drew quite the attitude from her though.”

“Is that so?” Remus lifted a brow as he looked at you.

Heat immediately rushed to your face. “That doesn’t count!” you whined. “You were being mean!”

“Called me a mutt and everything,” Sirius continued, squeezing your side lightly.

“Wha— c’mon, that’s not fair! You were being ridiculous!” You turned your gaze to Remus, pleading with him silently.

His warm gaze studied you for a second, taking in your flushed expression and rounded eyes. He then flicked his eyes back up to Sirius. The two of them seemed to communicate with only their eyes. You shifted on your feet, fighting the urge to bring your thumbnail to your mouth.

Finally Remus smiled. “We’ll discuss it later,” he decided. “Let’s have some dinner first, yeah?”

“But—”

Your protest was cut off when Sirius grabbed your cheeks, fingers gently squeezing them together to pucker your lips. “Ah ah. You heard him, bunny,” he teased. “After dinner.”

A strangled whine crept up your throat. “Not fair,” you huffed, words slurred due to your cheeks still being pinched together. “Didn’t even do anything… Mean.”

Remus leveled you with a look that had your heart fluttering inside your chest. “Stop whining, dove. We’ll talk about it after we eat, okay?”

You deflated, body sagging against Sirius, whose chest vibrated lowly with his soft chuckle. “‘Kay,” you agreed quietly, knowing arguing right now wouldn’t turn out in your favor.

“Good. I love you.” He kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Love you.” He brushed past you after exchanging the same sentiment with your other boyfriend and wandered further into the hall, more than likely headed to dress into more comfortable clothes.

Sirius finally released you, turning you to face him. His thumb immediately found your bottom lip. “Poor bunny,” he mocked playfully.

You huffed at him. “Mean,” you repeated, lip pushing against his thumb in a pout.

He slanted his mouth over yours for a soft kiss. “Keep it up, sweetheart,” he said, eyes glimmering in entertainment, “and we’ll show you mean.”

[magical-regical]

Night Blooming Flowers

A Leona Kingscholar x f!yuu fic

Word count: 1273

(ok I know I usually do gn!yuu but this one's for me especially, capiche?)

The incident at Styx didn't leave many people unscathed and even though the majority of those involved made a full recovery, a certain prefect wasn't so lucky.

She didn't realize it until it was over. She just saw Grim being flung off of Ortho's shoulder and Vil trying desperately to grab him while also holding on to Idia. Her body moved before her mind and she barely had time to shout at Rook to keep her afloat before her body was free-falling through the air, one arm outstretched to grab the direbeast's paw.

She remembered holding Grim against her chest and the sudden change in momentum knocking the wind out of her chest. She remembered solid ground beneath her feet, people talking, getting on to a plane, and the sound of someone wailing until they touched down in the NRC sports field. It wasn't until Deuce shouted,

"Yuu, your face!"

that got her body out of auto-pilot. She moved to lift her right arm to touch her face when she realized she'd lost all feeling in said arm.

There was nothing to be done. Lilia surmised that because she had absolutely zero magic in her there wasn't anything stopping the underworld from directly draining the life from her cells and no room for magic to restore it either.

Now she's lying there in her room for the n-th sleepless night, her entire right forearm replaced by a styx-made prosthetic. The amputation procedure was unbelievably quick and painless and the top-of-the-line prosthetic that responded to her brain's signals just as well as her real arm would made the rehabilitation period practically negligible. No, that wasn't the problem. The problem was on her head, literally. The underworld had killed off some of the cells in her face and hair. The doctors were able to prevent the cells from going necrotic but you could still tell where they were from the white tips of hair and patches of skin on her face.

After tossing and turning for who knows how long she gave up and got out of bed. Not wanting to wake Grim who was snoring peacefully on his side of the bed, she left the room, closing the door as quietly as possible.

She walked with no particular destination until she reached the botanical gardens, which had been perfectly restored in record time thanks to the diligent efforts of the Shrouds. She was making her way through the temperate zone of the garden towards the subtropical zone where most of the night-blooming flowers grew when she stepped on a strange branch.

"I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose."

She jumped like a cat seeing a cucumber. Leona's tail retreated towards him as he sat up, letting out a yawn,

"What are you even doing here at this hour?"

"I could ask you the same question."

Leona growled, "I was sleeping, obviously. Until I was so rudely woken up."

"Well pardon me your highness." She said while rolling her eyes, "Please forgive this peasant's transgression and go back to your peaceful slumber."

She turned to walk away when Leona called out to them. When she turned around the lion was on his feet, his face a mixture of annoyance and something else she couldn't make out in the dark.

"You never answered my question."

"I couldn't sleep." she sighed, "and there are flowers in here that only bloom at night."

She tried not to stare as Leona approached her. Bathed in the moonlight like this, she was reminded that the lazy lion she has a crush on was actually a prince. A part of her wanted to run away but her feet stayed rooted in place, all she could do was try not to make eye contact until he was stood right in front of her.

She didn't see the way his eyes drifted to her forearm nor the pained expression that clouded his face for a split second.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No. It did the first few days but not anymore. It's like I never lost it really. These on the other hand..." Her hand reached up to touch one of the white patches on her skin.

"I mean they don't hurt but... they look kind of grisly don't they?" She said while letting out a dry chuckle.

A silence fell between the two of them. Neither one really knew what to do. Leona was the first to speak up,

"Ipomoea alba"

She looked up at him in confusion. Leona just kept going as he started to walk, leading her towards the subtropical zone.

"Agave amica, Zaluzianskya ovata, Gardenia jasminoides. You don't even know the names of the flowers you're going to see?" his tone was playful but not mocking.

He explained how most night-blooming flowers are white because they don't 'waste' resources to color their petals instead, their only goal is to reflect the light of the moon.

"Where are you going with this?" she asked.

They stopped in front of one of the blooming gardenia bushes. Leona let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face them again, "Do I have to spell it out for you? You're like those flowers. You didn't waste any of your resources and had one goal, to save that weasel. These marks—" his hand reached out, hovering just above her cheek, "—are just proof that you succeeded."

Every word he said was steeped in his unshakeable confidence. As if the patches on her cheeks couldn't possibly stand for anything else. Maybe it was that confidence that made her grab his hand and press it against her face.

"Thanks, Leona." she muttered, closing her eyes.

"Hey, look at me." He gently tapped a finger against her cheek, making her open her eyes again, "I want to kiss you. May I?"

He could feel her blush through his gloves. She gave him a shy nod but that wasn't enough to satisfy the lion prince,

"No. I need to hear you say it."

Of course he did. She was currently face to face with one of the princes of the Sunset Savannah and if she couldn't hold her ground, she would surely be devoured. So she swallowed her embarrassment and, for the first time that night, looked him straight in the eye,

"You may, Leona Kingscholar."

He smiled, "That's my girl."

Then he closed the gap between them. The kiss was filled with feelings that no longer needed to be spoken out loud. When they broke away Leona kept his forehead pressed against hers, one of his hands tangling itself in her hair.

"I love you." she said, her gaze once again filled with that spark that had the audacity to twist his arm into helping her with her plan lest she made a racket in front of his room for the rest of the year.

He couldn't help but laugh, a deep, warm laugh that echoed through the empty garden.

"Took you long enough." He said, pressing another kiss on to her cheek.

"Stay at Savanaclaw with me tonight?" he mumbled.

"I'd love to but I can't. Grim would freak out if I just disappeared like that."

"Damn weasel..." he growled, burying his head into the crook of her neck. "Fine."

But despite saying that, he didn't let go of her. Instead, he picked her up and took her back to his usual nap spot before getting comfortable on her chest.

"Leona, I said—"

"I heard what you said." He huffed, "You'll be back in Ramshackle before the sun rises, I promise. For now just, stay here with me. Okay?"

She sighed, using her left hand to stroke his ears while the other one rested on the small of his back, "Alright."

A/N

Surprise! You thought you were reading a normal fluffy fic but it is actually! Thinly veiled OC lore! Now you are forced to look at my yuusona!

Pre-book 6 (L) and post-book 6 (R)

Her name's Oyuki McGuffin. She's 18 y/o and would like a nap.

Current concern: Does a potion count as soup?

Ok that's all I wanted to say. Thank you have a nice day.

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 36

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Broken hearts healing - ❤️‍🩹 loading up… GUYS!! Are we finally getting through all this tension?? How are we feeling?

Remy’s POV

I stretched out in bed, feeling around with my left arm, noticing the empty space beside me. I turn over, and reach for my phone.

11 am.

I stand up with my usual morning yawn, walking out to my living area, expecting to see Billie eating out my pantry. Instead, a sloppily written note on my fridge from her, letting me know to call.

I dial her as I make my way to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth.

No answer.

I call her again, but again, get her voice mail instead. I decide to leave a text message, and get on with my morning.

Three hours later, after checking messages twenty times, I decide to call again. Still no answer.

After packing almost everything I own for Australia, eating lunch, and calling her for the fifth time today, a weird feeling in my stomach developed. It wasn’t like Billie to not at least text back.

I threw on some jeans and a long sleeve striped top, grabbed my keys, tied on my converse, and headed over to her house.

At her door, I rang the doorbell, waiting for an answer.

Nothing.

I attempted the code to unlock the door, failing twice, but finally, successfully unlocking the door. The code was my birthday.

0228

I walked in, searching the entire first floor, immediately drawn to the mess in the kitchen. It looked like the blender had been used, and left untouched, still half full with a green smoothie. There were breadcrumbs on a cutting board, and a knife with peanut butter on it.

The silence in the home was starting to freak me out. There’s usually some sort of music playing in the background, even if it’s very low.

Suddenly, the sound of claws on hardwood floor turned the corner, scaring me half to death. Shark and Brutus immediately jumped up at me, desperate for attention.

I need to stop watching so many true crime shows.

“Fuck—” I blew out a puff of terrified air. “Hi, babies! You scared me.” I got on my knees, letting them lick my face.

“Where’s your mom?” I asked them, standing back up and walking towards the stairs. The pups follow me, panting up the stairs and wagging their tails.

I open her door, “Billie?” I whisper. As I look around, I notice empty hangers lying on the floor, and her bedding messily draped over the side. I turned the corner, seeing the bathroom is just as messy as the kitchen, and walk through to her giant closet. More empty hangers piled on the floor, and an empty section to go along.

“That’s weird...” I thought, out loud.

I walk out of her bathroom, immediately noticing her broken phone on her floor. Examining it in my hands, I realize the cause for my unanswered calls was a cracked screen that will no longer power on.

Now, I know something serious happened.

“Billie…” The dogs ran down the hallway towards a second bedroom. “Billie?” I picked up the pace, walking toward the closed door, where the dogs patiently sat in front of.

I open it, my heart beating so fast that I could feel it in my throat. “Billie?”

The bed was unmade, but the room was otherwise clean. My eyes were drawn to the curtains waving with each gust of wind, coming from the open balcony doors. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I gripped onto the doorknob, refusing to let go until further notice.

“Remy?” Billie’s voice alleviated my worries, instantly allowing me to exhale the air I was holding in my lungs.

I poked my head through, finding her sat on an outdoor, rattan chaise, wrapped in a blanket.

“You bitch. You had me walking around here like a damn ghost buster.” I murmured, walking through the curtains into the balcony. “What happened?”

She looked up momentarily, “Sorry, Rem. I didn’t hear you. I broke my phone. Sorry if you called.” She answered, not fully present.

I sat next to her, by her feet. “Yeah, I saw that… Did something happen between you and Ellie?” The empty hangers, the empty space in the closet, the broken phone… it all clicked.

“We broke up. She left today.” She said, her voice monotone.

“Oh?” I tilted my head. “Are you okay?” I ask, knowing she isn’t. I put a hand on her leg, watching her bland expression.

“Yeah…” She said, softly. “It just sucks. The way it happened.” She cleared her throat.

“It looks like it was pretty intense…” I say, referring to the mess inside.

She sighed deeply, looking at me with swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks. “She just- The distance was gonna be too much.”

“That’s why you broke your phone?” I lifted a brow, knowing there was more to the story.

She nodded, looking distanced.

“She just up and left? Packed her things and left the place trashed?”

“She didn’t mean to leave it trashed. They’re just hangers.” She shrugged.

“I mean, it just looks like you guys got in a huge fight.”

“Remy, just let it be. Nothing happened, we just broke up.”

She looked and sounded annoyed. I didn’t want to keep pushing, but I knew something was terribly wrong. Her usually blue eyes looked gray in hue and lifeless.

“Did she hurt you?”

“No!”

“You’ve been crying.” I tilted my head, softening my voice.

“I’m- I’ll be okay. I just wanted it to work so badly.”

“Billie, you know I’m gonna bug you until you tell me what really happened.”

“I know you are. But that’s all it was.”

I shook my head, “You’re lying.”

She said nothing, just looked at me and let out a long sigh, “We left off on a good note… It just sucks.” She shrugged.

I watched her bring a hand to her hair and fix her front layers.

She opened up her arms to me and I obliged, scooting up towards her, and laying beside her on the large lounge chaise.

“I’m here when you wanna talk about it.” I said, only silence coming from her end.

We stayed like this for a while, listening to the cool breeze shake the leaves on the trees in her yard. I could feel something deeper than she was letting on. It always felt that way.

*************

Inside, I helped her pick up the mess on the floor, starting with the hangers, working our way to the bathroom, sorting out her toiletries and organizing cabinets. Billie stared at the empty space in her closet before sighing and closing the door behind her.

I pushed my head, quickly, back into the bathroom cabinet to give her some space, so she didn’t know I was watching.

“You don’t have to finish that. I can get to it later.” She squatted down next to me, looking inside.

“I’m almost done, no biggie.” I smiled, noticing her eyes looked tired and her complexion drained.

She sighed, squatting over the cold, bathroom tile. She gave me a half-way side smile, barely showing off her dimples.

“Did you eat?” I pulled my head out of the cabinet, looking in her eyes. She cut our eye contact immediately, stammering slow enough for me to know she forgot to eat. “Let’s go get some food, I’m hungry,” I lied, knowing she wouldn’t want me to make a big deal if she admitted she hadn’t eaten all day. Besides, she needs to get out of the house. Looking at the emptier space around her must be daunting.

She wanted to act like she was fine, like the breakup was no big deal.

She nods, “What are you feeling?”

I list about 5 of her favorite places to eat at, hoping she’ll choose.

“Which one do you wanna eat at?” She asked.

I pick the one her eyes lit up at the sound of, and she nods, smiling for me, a real smile this time.

*************

Quieter than usual, Billie and I sat across from each other at her favorite restaurant. Not even the usual jokes or loud giggles coming from our table, and even her favorite meal didn’t make her expression any less dull.

“We’re gonna have SO much fun in Australia.” I tapped her foot with mine under the table.

She nodded, before taking a bite of her food. “Yeah.”

“Ooh! We’re gonna go to the beach, tan, go thrifting…”

My attempts to cheer her up didn’t quite work the way I wanted them to. I stand up and join her side of the booth, sitting right beside her.

“Can I try?” I grab my fork and grab a bite off her plate. She nods. “Wanna try mine?” I look at her.

“Sure.” She forces a smile. I grab her fork and fix her the best bite. “Thanks.” She opens her mouth and I feed it to her.

“That was hot.” I joke, hoping to make her laugh.

She stifles a laugh, shaking her head at my lame attempts to get a single ounce of joy out of her.

“Mommy vibes, am I right?” I fix her another bite of my plate, holding it in front of her face.

“Dude,” She laughs, taking the fork from me and taking the bite. “What’s wrong with you.”

I lean back in the seat, “You’re all sad, it makes me sad. I worry about you.” I say, in a stupid Russian accent.

She laughs, “I’m fine, I told you, dumbass!”

”Okay, okay.” I laugh, standing up to go back to my side of the table.

“Aht aht!” She grabs my hand before I reach my seat, “I didn’t say you could get up.” She pulls me back toward her, my body flinging back and my foot getting caught behind the table leg. I let out a small yelp.

She gasps, grabbing my waist, tight, before I fall, scooping me in again. I let myself lean into the strong force, sinking back into the booth.

There is no harm done, just our two faces, millimeters apart, sharing the same relieved breath.

She looks into my eyes as I let the scared blood pump down my heart, back into my veins. I begin to laugh softly, forgetting that everyone in the restaurant was probably staring now. For some reason the tunnel vision set in and my cheeks grew hot. Perhaps from embarrassment.

Her eyes blinked rapidly and her gaze swept away towards my former booth, across from her. Her face became red. So red, that even under the dim restaurant lighting, I could tell it was at least 3 shades darker.

“It’s okay! I’m okay.” I laughed, fixing my hair back into its claw clip.

“My bad.” She scooted away, toward the wall, clearing her throat.

Our hands overlap when I reach for her, the slightest touch shocking us both with static friction. I continue to laugh as the waiter approaches our table, asking if I’m okay. My laugh became louder, nodding to reassure everyone around that we’re fine.

Billie began laughing, looking down at her plate, the situation catching up to her, quickly. Her infectious laughter grew, causing others around us to join in. My heart became full, hearing that wonderful sound, letting me know it would all be okay.

She looked at me, tears of laughter forming in her eyes, holding her stomach as I elbowed her ribcage softly.

I leaned my head on her shoulder as our laughs became sighs of contentment, slowly catching our breath in the middle of this upscale restaurant.

I periodically kept my eyes on her as I finished my food, loving the color brought back to her face. Her cheeks were rose-blush and her eyes were cyan blue under the soft lights.

“Wanna sleep over? You can help me pack for Australia…” She asked, a smile creeping into the corners of her lips, forming the subtlest dimples only I could see.

“I’d love that.” I hummed.

[4m0r1m]

Closed Doors

SUMMARY: everyone thinks House and the sweet, gentle doctor hate each other—but behind closed doors, they’re far more than colleagues. when Wilson accidentally catches them in a heated moment, the secret they’ve been hiding threatens to unravel.

WORD COUNT: 1,116 words

PAIRING: greg house x reader

WARNINGS: a little heated moment but nothing too bad.

The corridor buzzed with the low hum of activity—nurses ferrying charts, pagers beeping intermittently, and hushed discussions about patient vitals. Amid it all, one thing remained a constant: Gregory House limping through the hallway like a tornado in tweed, cane tapping rhythmically, sarcasm trailing in his wake.

This morning was no exception.

“Foreman, try not to kill the patient with your god complex before I get a proper look at his scan,” House barked, brushing past his team without so much as slowing down.

“Good morning to you too,” murmured the woman trailing behind them, her voice soft enough to be overlooked—but with a hint of dry amusement that rarely went unnoticed by House.

She was the anomaly of the hospital. The type of doctor who remembered birthdays, lent pens, and somehow always had a stash of calming tea in her drawer. To patients and colleagues alike, she was the kind face of Princeton-Plainsboro—except, of course, to House, who made a daily ritual of riling her up with snide remarks and questionable nicknames.

“She’s got the bedside manner of a fairy godmother and the IQ of a well-trained golden retriever,” he’d said once. Loudly. In front of Cuddy.

She’d smiled sweetly and replied, “You’re just mad I’ve never let you borrow a pen.”

What no one knew—what absolutely no one could guess—was that behind the sarcasm, the sideways glances, the deliberately loud arguments… House was very much involved with her.

Behind closed doors.

And she, for all her angelic exterior, could match him wit for wit when no one was around to witness it.

It had started six months ago. A late-night consult, an empty hallway, and an unexpected kiss that left them both stunned and more than a little breathless.

Since then, they’d perfected the art of secrecy. The stolen moments in diagnostics. The lingering touches disguised as accidental. The occasional post-lunch escape to House’s office under the guise of “arguing about lab results”.

To the rest of the hospital, especially Wilson, their dynamic was obvious: House was being House, and she, poor thing, was just the latest target of his relentless teasing.

Wilson had once even said, “Honestly, mate, I don’t know how she hasn’t stabbed you with a scalpel by now.”

House had only shrugged and replied, “Maybe she’s saving it for Christmas.”

It was Tuesday afternoon when Wilson started to suspect something wasn’t quite right.

He’d passed House’s office and caught the tail end of laughter—her laughter, rich and warm, the kind no one else at the hospital ever seemed to coax out of her. Curious, Wilson lingered near the door. The blinds were drawn, but he could hear movement. A low chuckle. Muffled voices.

And then silence.

Frowning, he knocked.

“House?” he called out.

No response.

He tried the door.

It was unlocked.

The scene that greeted him upon entry froze him mid-step.

House, jacket discarded and shirt rumpled, sat on the edge of his desk, locked in a very enthusiastic embrace with the very doctor Wilson had been certain loathed him. Her hands were tangled in House’s hair, his cane discarded somewhere near the filing cabinet, and their lips—

“Oh, God,” Wilson muttered, instantly averting his gaze and turning on his heel. “I—Nope. I did not see that. I did not see that.”

House, entirely unbothered, detached his mouth long enough to smirk, “Your timing is impeccable, as always.”

She, however, buried her face in House’s shoulder and let out an embarrassed groan. “We’re going to have to kill him, aren’t we?”

“Tempting,” House murmured, dropping a kiss to her forehead. “But I need him to cover for clinic duty.”

Later that evening, after the drama had settled and the blinds were open once more, Wilson sat across from House, arms folded.

“You’ve been sleeping with her?”

House leaned back, tossing a rubber ball against the wall. “Only in the literal sense about fifty percent of the time.”

“Does she know you’re emotionally stunted?”

“Shockingly, yes. Turns out sarcasm and emotional repression are her love languages.”

Wilson scrubbed a hand over his face. “I genuinely thought you hated each other.”

“Technically we do,” House replied, ever smug. “But we hate everyone else more. It’s romantic.”

The next day, whispers trickled through the hospital. Nothing concrete, just vague observations. The way House had taken his coffee from her hand without comment. The way she’d rolled her eyes, but not with annoyance—with familiarity.

Someone even claimed they’d seen her leaving his office with a tie in her hand.

Of course, nothing was confirmed. Nothing could be.

House still insulted her in front of patients.

She still told him to sod off when he pushed her buttons in diagnostics.

But if you looked closely—really closely—you’d catch the smallest things.

The way her eyes lingered a moment too long.

The way his smirk softened when he thought no one was watching.

And the way she always knocked twice before entering his office.

Even though it was never locked.

A/N: I guys i hope you like this one!! I actually had it in my drafts and just didin't post it. This is a little different for what I usually write but i still hope people from other fandoms like it!!

[b0y---t0y]

The boy in the laundromat♡

teen!Gojo x Male reader

“I don't see why you have to bring us along”

“He's a scaredy cat”

“I am not!” Gojo yelled back defending himself, Shoko smirked, “Then you should be able to talk to him yourself.” Suguru joined in “You made us haul all this clothes here. Clean clothes.” Gojo pouted “We won't be here long enough if I’m the only one doing my laundry” “You don't even need to do your laundry Satoru. Why are you dragging us to a laundromat. I want to enjoy my summer”

“He’s got a little crush.” Shoko teased.

“Do not!” Gojo Defended

“Do to!”

“Do not!”

“Do to!”

“Do NOT”

“Do to” Shoko said with Geto joining in

Gojo pouted feeling betrayed “Suguru wha-?!”

Geto shrugged and continued on with his laundry.

“A boring old laundromat…” Geto said unamused, he knew where they were going when Gojo burst into their dorms screaming at them to pack laundry baskets and when he told them halfway there. But he was still unamused and bored. “Does anyone even come here? This place looks dead. ” Shoko asked. Gojo’s face went red “Yes! People come here!”

“Like who?”

“W-well..Sometimes i see some elderly people come.”

“Well obviously it's a laundromat.”

Geto said walking past Gojo into the small building Shoko followed suit with Gojo following soon after.

“Hello..Welcome Sasaki coin laundry..We know it’s hot, but please do not sit in front of the AC. It's not producing a lot of air right now” An uninterested voice says, greeting the trio.

Gojo looked up, his mouth suddenly dry as he stared at him (Name) Sato. (Name) was everything Gojo loved. Beautiful, sweet, funny, smart, charming he was likes Gojos prince and he was the princess like a fairy tail. Even if Gojo didn't know him that well. Gojo let out a grunt, shoko hit his stomach with her shoulder “Stop staring and try moving your mouth.”

“Go talk to him” Suguru encouraged. The pair pushed him towards the boy at the counter. He looked down at (Name) flushed unsure of what to say until the boy looked up from his magazine and at him.

“Oh! Hello again.”

“You remember me?..”

“Yeah? You're the guy who spends way too much money to just wash his clothes but you always run off before I can give you your change”

Gojo flushed, the way you remembered him was enough to make him feel warm.

“So are you here to collect your money? Because unfortunately it's probably being spent right now.”

“Oh, no you can keep it..” He says awkwardly he couldn't believe he was actually talking to you

“I’m Satoru Gojo..”

“(Name) Sasaki”

He sighed internally he loved the way you said your last name. Suddenly he wanted it to.

Gojo hears laughing and turns to see Shoko and Geto trying to keep quiet laughing at his attempts to talk to you.

“Oh I see what's going on” You said spotting his friends laughing

“You do?!” Gojo asked surprised, he thought he wasn't being too obvious.

“Yeah, You guys are here to play a prank.”

“What? N-no we're just..”

“I already know the routine it's happened before. You guys send someone to the counter, but a few of you can't keep your giggles in and before I know it I’m doused in water or one of the washing machines is filled with bubbles and I’m left to clean it all up.”

He was worried now. You would hate him before you guys even got to your first date.

“No we're not..they're just laughing at nothing.”

“They were laughing at us.”

You were dead set on your assumption, he had to make you believe they were innocent or you would hate him for the rest of your life.

“No they weren't.”

“There's nothing else funny around here.”

“They're just idiots..We're not gonna prank you. I promise.”

He started at Gojo and a still snickering Shoko and Geto looking them up and down. But the look in Gojo’s eyes made you feel like he was telling the truth, so you sighed and looked up at him.

“Fine, but if I find a washing machine full of soap you're all banned. For life.”

Gojo straightened up “I hear you loud and clear.”

“So are you all washing..that looks like a lot of laundry…”

“Uh yeah..Y’know summer break can definitely get in the way”

You stared at him an eyebrow going up

“That's..definitely something. You and your friends can use those three over there”

Gojo smiled giddily

“Okay”

“If I see soap spilling out remember your all gonna be banned for life”

“Aye aye captain”

He slid a few yen over the counter to you and turned to go to the washing machine

The three huddled at the washing machines

“I knew you weren't gonna do it”

“Well you guys made him feel like we were gonna prank him”

“Watching you talk to him is like free entertainment. Get better at it and it won't be as funny”

“No, don't get better. I love watching you struggle”

“You're the worst”

Gojo glares and turns to the washing machine looking back at (name) and sighing. If he couldn't talk to him at least he could look at him, it was better than nothing.

The trio sat in the laundromat for an hour at most with Gojo trying to prolong their stay to look at (name) more. At this point his friends were bored and hoped he would come to his senses and decide to leave. The pair looked around and noticed the only other patrons were an elderly woman and her grandson who seemed to be talking (name)’s ear off at the counter and a group of teen boys huddled at a washing machine giggling.

“Satoru.” Suguru said pulling the blue eyed boy out of his trance

“Huh?”

“Look.” Shoko said, pointing at the group of boys.

“What are they doing?”

“Why don't you go check it out?”

“Why do I have to?”

“They look shady, they're probably doing something stupid and if you stop it your prince charming will be so grateful and fall in love with you” She snickers and makes fake kissing noises

“Shut up!”

She laughs at his embarrassment.

Gojo rolled his eyes and looked over at the group eyeing them suspiciously before deciding and he got up to walk over to the boys.

He appeared in between two of them placing his arms around their neck

“Hey fellas, what's going on over here?”

the group turned back at him, surprised.

He caught a glimpse of what they were doing before he was pushed back

“It's none of your damn business.”

“Who the hell are you”

He caught his footing and smiled at the group. “Sorry I confused you for someone else sorry”

The boys scowled at him and went back to what they were doing and Gojo walked back over to Geto and Shoko.

“They're planning to play a prank on (name)”

He revealed to his friends “What?” “They're filling the machine with soap and some weird green drink”

“Well go tell your prince charming”

“What?”

“Go tell him he's about to be pranked”

“Why me?”

“You can talk to him again and save the laundromat in the process possibly earning a date”

“Shoko be serious!” He flushed

“I am.”

“We don't think your boyfriend trusts us very much. It has to be you, Satoru. Go”

Geto turned him in the direction of the counter and Shoko pushed him forward, almost causing him to fall.

He walked over to you stiffly and nervously. You were interacting with a small kid. He mustered up all his courage and placed him arm on the counter sliding towards the pair

“Hello again”

“Hey”

“Need help with the washing machine?”

“No.”

“So you just wanna chat?”

“Uhm no..well yeah kinda. I think those guys over there are planning to play a prank”

“What? How are you so sure..?”

“I just saw a glimpse of them messing with the settings using a lot of soap and one of them holding a weird green drink” Gojo explains desperately hoping you’ll believe him.

“It's those guys?”

He smiles, “Yeah”

You sigh and move from the desk walking over to the group.

“Do you boys need help with the machine?”

The group seems to jump at your sudden appearance.

“Nah. We're good” One of the boys says dismissing you. “You haven't paid, and if you aren't get out”

They glared at you before one of the washing machines they were using beeped, the boys snickered and opened one a bunch of soap suds spilling out.

You groaned and opened the other one before the cycle could finish and a bunch of green stuff spilled out all of it getting in your clothes. They boys laughed and ran out of the store. Leaving you with a huge mess to clean up.

Gojo appeared by your side“Oh..sorry”

“It was going to happen anyway.”

“Still sucks”

“You're not wrong about that.”

You walk over to the counter and pull the mop and bucket to start cleaning up the green stuff.

“Do you want any help?”

“No. You and your friends should go. I gotta close the store to clean this up..”

“Oh. Okay”

He walked over to his friends a bit dejected he couldn't help how he planned to

“That didn't go as planned..”

“Yeah. He’s closing we kinda have to go”

“With pleasure If I have to stare at—whatever that is I might throw up” Geto said grabbing his clothes and basket without hesitation.

Shoko followed soon after with Gojo in tow.

He sighed again as they walked out.

“You’ll get him next time” Shoko encouraged

“Gojo!” He turned at the sound of your voice

“Do you wanna go out sometime?” You called and his breath hitched. He smiled wide and answered.

“Yeah.”

“Next Friday?”

“Yeah..”

I'm finally finished THANK GOD! I wanted to contribute to the male reader x gojo community. I know it's shit and I'm sorry but I have EOC's next week and so many projects. But I wanted to get this out I hope a few people enjoy it.

[ask-enchantingdelights]

Canela: "CAN I GET TWO SLOWPOKE TAIL RAMENS AT OVERHEAT LEVELS AND ONE AT EMBER."

The yell is met with a loud "OH KAY!". She excuses herself from the counter to go check on their stock of refreshments, just to make sure they have enough for the prepared dishes. She knew these new customers were going to feel it once her eyes started to water from the spices alone emanating from the kitchen. Once that was accounted for, she went around the store checking up with customers and cleaning up tables to keep herself preoccupied.

The time continued to pass, and after running out of chores to do she let herself lean back on the counter and let her mind wander for a moment.

Canela felt the feeling bubbling up and before she could stop herself, she had already planted herself in the middle of the store. Clearing her throat, she announces, "I apologize for the wait. If it pleases the room, I've got a little something that might help pass the time!.

The Frogadier lowers her head to her parent and grabs the order from them. Turning around with a smile towards the customers, she places each of the bowls in front of their respective buyers.

Canela: "If any of you need any water or want to buy a refreshment, just holler on over to me and I'll get you some. Now..."

( @chaosoffriendship @am-lonebraixen @ask-the-shiny-pokemons )

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer managed to get everyone in the hotel to Gluttony for a beach trip.

Charlie: This is great! Thanks so much, dad! This really is a much needed day out for everyone!

Lucifer: Anytime, duckling! I thought you all could use a break from uh... redeeming.

-

Lucifer sighed and lies down on a towel he placed on the sand. Putting his arms behind his head, the king smiles and closes his eyes, enjoying the heat.

After a moment, he feels his body temperature go down, and the light behind his eyelids fades.

Lucifer: Huh? What happened to the sun?

Opening his eyes, he squints at the sight in front of him. Once he realises what he's looking at, his eyes open wide.

Adam: Easy, white chocolate~.

The king slowly grabs the sunblock bottle in Adam's hand, hmthe blush on his face is definitely prominent. As the first man turns away, his tail runs along Lucifer's jaw, making the king shiver.

Adam: We wouldn't want you to melt~.

Lucifer stared as Adam walked off and over to Angel a good ten or so meters away. The first man winks at him before sitting down next to a laughing Angel.

YES!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH LET ADAM BE FLIRTY AND LUCIFER BE A FLUSTERED MESS!!!

And Lucifer is hot for a completely different reason 😉

[ilona2nerrie]

Mer au JL:

(Btw they haven’t met Bruce yet, Superbat centric.)

Open to any suggestions about others but have only planned Bruce and Clark’s species.

Bruce: Flashlight fish mer. Google those fish, their cuties.

Clark: Humphead Maori Wrasse Mer. Ok. I know the fish is ugly, but it’s large, a reef fish, its colours are beautiful, and the tail type is what I’m looking for. If you goggle it, I pray for your very soul. Don’t focus on its head to hard.

———————————————————————

“Clark, you’re going to miss the meeting.” Arthur said, sighing in exasperation and looking to the other Mer, who didn’t seem to care at the moment.

Clark sighed, looking over his shoulder as he kept his body facing the reef.

“Ok, I get it. But I’ll be there! I just need to check this out first, we’ve had no idea what this is, but someone’s spotted the black thing, can I At least scout it out? Kay, thanks, bye Arthur!”

Clark finished, not letting Arthur start and darted down into the brush anyway.

“Clark! Come back- Jesus.” Arthur mutters, going on about something like ‘arrogant prick’ before going off to Atlantis to take care of himself before the meeting.

Clark swam through the reef, looking to the pad on which the location of the last sighting of the entity was found. 

A few weeks ago, they had started getting reports of a big entity swimming around the reef, long, but people have only reported glimpses of black scales with an iridescent purple and blue sheen.

But every time they came to check it out the thing had just disappeared. But Clark got this notification less than an hour ago, he had time to explore.

And he’d been looking for this for a very long time.

He got to the sight of the reef and begin to scout out the area. It was in the darker parts of the reef, close to where the trenches were. Arthur had said that going down there was basically suicide, and that’s why most mer’s steered away from it.

 He smelt the faint scent of blood in the water and followed it, till he saw that flash of black with the small purple shimmer the water reflected around it. Clark stiffens and takes a breath, before slowly and silently inching out from behind the coral to see what it was. He didn’t expect it to be another Mer.

Most mer’s didn’t have dark scales. Well, reef mer’s. It normally went darker scales the deeper they went. But Clark had never seen black scales before. A soft breath left his mouth in the sound of a ‘hah.’

The other Mer clearly heard him and whipped around, blue eyes focusing on blue.  The other had short black hair and pale skin, blood on his chin from his meal. A whole ass shark lay behind him, Clark chuckled nervously.

“Uh- you’ve got a little, something, on your chin right there?”

The other instantly spooked and took off, fleeing at speeds Clark hadn’t seen in a long time, with deliberation that was a little startling. Clark gave chase, weaving through the colourful coral blurring as the two passed.

“Stop running!” Clark shouted, trying to reach him. 

The other Mer dipped under a pice of coral and speeding to the other side of it. It was a small opening Clark definitely couldn’t for through, he swam above it and looked from above, trying to find the exit to the crevice in which the other went through.

 He saw the other start to emerge and waited till he was put to swim down and pin him to the reef bed. 

The other was very startled when he felt the grab, and threw his body weight back against Clark, turning and managing to throw him half off. Clark grabbed him in a sort of headlock and the other wrapped his tail around Clark, the appendage trapping Clark as the other Mer threw him, then grabbing his neck with a gasp.

Clark rolled over and back to his bearings, looking at the Mer in front of him. He tried to put his hand up in a sort of placation, attempting to calm the other.

“Hey, hey. I’m not going to hurt you; I’m just here to- “

What was he here to do really. It was mostly his job to now take this one somewhere and find out his agenda. If he had one. It really didn’t matter what he said, actually. It was quite clear the other had no idea what he was saying.

“Wait- what’s your name?” Clark asked the other, swimming closer. The other met tried to back up, but his back hit the coral, and he just stared fowrd at Clark. The other mer attempted to scare Clark off him by flashing his scales, in a sort of warning. Clark was entranced on the other hand. He had never seen a Mer do anything like that before, and it fascinated him.

“Woah, how did you do that?” He asked, swimming closer and reaching for the others fin mindlessly. In which he then got slapped across the face by his tail fin. Clark paused, then looked at him sheepishly.

“Probably deserved that, huh?”

Clark hummed, then gently grabbed a lionfish out of the reef. He had interrupted the others meal, and they were an invasive species here anyways. He wasn’t sure if the other would go for it, but when he stretched his hand out in offering it was very hesitantly grabbed the fish as teeth sharper then Clark had seen in a long time tore through the fishes’ scales.

And he couldn’t help but be morbidly fascinated.

“You have no clue what I’m saying, huh?” he mumbled, going to sit next to the eating Mer but got a glare. He inched away till the glares topped. He ended up sitting a good three feet away.

“I’m going to call you Bruce. You can’t understand me either way, I’m Clark.”

Bruce looked up at him, black hair floating slightly around his head like a dark ink crown, contrasting so very much with his pale skin. Eyes bluer than the water itself met Clarks as he tilted his head, pearly black scales glinting as he flicked his tail in mild intrigue.

Clark seemed quite pleased when Bruce’s gaze fell on him in the least hostile way it had in a while. He nodded, pointing to himself.

“Mhm. I’m Clark.” He said, grinning, he pointed to Bruce, who twitched as his face scrunched up slightly. ��and I’m calling you Bruce till you figure out how to communicate your real name to me.”

Bruce decided to ignore him for the moment, teeth ripping back into the fish’s flesh as he ate, ever really keeping one eye off Clark. When the meat had been stripped off its bones he paused, then looked to Clark as if offended. He stared at the other, as if expecting something.

Clark, upon realising he was probably still hungry, smiled and went to grab another fish, seemingly unbothered by the nonverbal order he was given. He yanked it out of a hole in the coral and swam up to Bruce, offering out his hand for him to grab it again. Bruce snatched it without hesitation this time, teeth sinking back into the food. After a while of snacking, he looked at Clark, and when Bruce saw it was getting dark, he slinked away before Clark could catch him, into the darkness. The only thing he saw was the outline of the body that belonged to Bruce stop, and flash. As if a belligerent thanks. And Clark didn’t give chase. He had a feeling he’d be seeing the strange Mer again very soon.

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Holy fucking shit he missed the meeting-

[cherryforchuu]

His puppy eyes

Puppy play with Phainon

NSFW, Puppy!phainon x master!reader, fem! reader, sub!phainon, collar and leash, dog ears and dog tail buttplug, face slapping, edging, face sitting, handjob, vaginal sex, praise

The collar on Phainon's neck was clipped a bit tighter than it should be. But that's what Phainon liked the most about the collar. It had a light blue color that matches perfectly with his hair and especially with the dog ears and the tail attached to the buttplug he wore.

He was looking at you with those eyes again. Those puppy eyes that you always adored. But sometimes the adoration you felt turned into aggression which you needed to take off on him.

"Don't look at me with those eyes." You said and slapped his left chest. "Again, please." He looked back at you and begged for more. He asked so politely that you couldn't argue. So you gave him a few more slaps, which he responded by giggling and smiling. After the last slap landed on his cheek, you put your thumb on his mouth. He licked eagerly at it before he sucked lightly.

"You know you've been a naughty puppy lately. I still have the scratches you left on my back" Phainon only waved in agreement, too focused on sucking at your thumb. "And the hickeys on my neck faded away only a week ago. It's only logical for me to punish, so you can learn how to behave, am I right? Answer me." You ordered him and took the thumb of his mouth.

"Yes master, I need to be punished." He said with his head low and a sad tone on his voice. But that wasn't enough.

"Ok then," you bent over and tugged at the leash of the collar and coldly held at his already semi-hard cock "no cuming for you tonight, till you actually think what you did wrong and apologize and stop agreeing with everything I say" "I'll do my best, master" he answered, still not daring to look at you.

"Good boy, now let me see the tricks you've learned at your training." This time he didn't answer verbally, only nodded, getting on his puppy role.

" Give your paw." Phainon rested his right hand on your palm in front him. "Give me the other one now." He gave his left hand. "Good boy." You praised and patted his head, he loved it.

"Turn around for me." Phainon turned his whole body, on all fours, till he was looking back at you. "You're doing great, pup." You praised him and ruffled his hair again. "Now, bark for me."

Phainon always had his limits as a pup. As much as he was willing to lose his ability to speak, barking was something that embarrassed him. But it was never impossible to get it out of him.

You sighed in annoyance and pulled the leash towards you and unzipped the cheap corset you wore, your full chest was now on display just for him.

Phainon's whole face lit up in excitement and after a second of hesitation he started barking. His cries echoed the room. A small laughter escaped from your lips, which surely made him feel embarrassment again. But he continued barking which left you with no other option but to give him a small reward. A reward he was going to regret letter but was still a reward.

"You're doing so good for master." You praised him and your hand reached down to his cock. Stroking his shaft, pulling down the foreskin, circling a thumb around the tip. Phainon was really loving it, his eyes were sat and his mouth slightly opened, leaving behind a trace of low groans and moans.

Then his shoulders started to tremble, his breath became heavier and his voice was cracking. You looked down at his cock, to look at his tight balls and the redness that had already started to spread on his dick. He was definitely about to cum, but you wouldn't let such a thing happen. You pulled your hand and reached for the whip on the bed, throwing it on the other side of the room.

"Go catch it." Phainon sighed in annoyance for not coming but obeyed, crawling down to catch it with his teeth and take it back to you. "Good boy" you rubbed his face "Give it to me again." You throwed the whip again. He went back to catch it with more eagerness.

That act continued until you were satisfied enough to move on. "You did so good, pup. You deserve a reward, lay down on the bed." The reward was actually the beginning of his punishment but he didn't need to know that. Phainon could not hold his excitement for himself, he didn't even need the hard pull of the leash, he just crawled to the bed and lay down at the edge of the bed with his legs hanging out.

You took off your leather skirt and climbed over Phainon's body. "Do you remember what to do if I asphyxiate you?" "Yes master." He nodded. After ensuring he'll be alright, you sat on his face.

Phainon quickly started licking at your pussy, his tongue inside you occasionally sucking and pulling at your labia. Naturally good at it, Phainon made you get lost on the pleasure and almost forgot that was the moment you were supposed to punish him.

You reached down to his hard penis that was resting on his abs. You stroked him hard and fast, making him unable to keep his moans on himself, vibrating on your folds and made you squirm on his face. You pulled at his hair and continued stroking him hard, regaining focus.

When Phainon's thighs started twitching, you knew he was about to cum. You stopped messing with his cock and Phainon immediately protested, whining on your pussy and desperately hitting his legs on the bedframe. He tried to move his hand on his cock, but you took his hands right away and placed them on your tits to keep him busy.

"You are being punished, you're not cumming until you think what you did wrong and apologize about it." Phainon nodded in agreement and his mouth was back at you, licking your clit. You went back to jerking him, his body tensing again, as he focused on eating you out and massaging your breasts.

It took him way less to reach his almost peak and your hand moved away from his cock. The lack of stimulation made him toss around his body and kick his legs again. "Let me cum." He cried. "No. You're being punished, you aren't supposed to talk, pup." You reminded his role, while brushing your hands on inner thighs and anywhere on his crotch that wasn't his hard, red cock.

You put more weight on his face and continued edging him. The more edge he was getting, the less it took him to get close, his cock slowly turning purple-red. You were still edging him when he pinched at your thigh twice. You sit up from his face ."Sorry for asphyxiating you, Phai-" "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have scratched and mar-ked you. You always told me to n-not leave any marks on your skin and visible ones b-but I didn't want to listen. I'm so sorry.

Phainon apologized with tears on his eyes and his face hidden on his palms, trying to hide the guilt and the edge he felt. "You are sorry, pup." you took his hands away from his face. "My pup's so smart for understanding his wrong behavior. How about a reward? My pussy is all yours-"

Before you even finished your sentence Phainon was already on top of you. He thrusted inside your sensitive cunt with a fast pace while his thumb was playing with your clit. You were both a moaning mess, filling the room with synchronized lewd noises. Both of you climax almost at the same time, too edged to last long anyway.Phainon fell onto you, his heavy body crashing yours, It was a familiar weight.

Your hand reached for the dog ears, taking them off, softly brushing his hair while the other hand was rubbing his muscled back. "You did so well for me today Phainon, I'm proud of you. Now, let me clean you up." "No, I want cuddles." He whined and hugged tighter.

He was looking at you with those puppy eyes again. But this time instead of slapping him you close eyes and hugged him back, letting yourself get lost in the moment.

[waterloggedchest]

Finn the Fishbowl~ "That was clam-orous!" "Can't wait to seal ya later!" "You're being reeeeeel quiet today"

FINNIEEEEEE FINNFINNFINFINFIFNFIFNFNFJJFBFFJJDKSNDHSJFGGF~ Below the cut you can find my HCs for him!!

This is the first of many references I'll make of the cast! Upcoming you can expect Gigi & Shrimpo <3

THEME SONG~ A Trout, No Doubt — The Bean Tones

AMAB masc agender aka libraboy + it/he prns.

Omni ace demiromantic.

Blue colour <3, no text variation.

Dating Gigi and Shrimpo! More about that later.

When he gets flustered/embarrassed/really mad the water in his head starts boiling (poor Barnaby Wilikers be getting cooked 💀).

Autistic as shit.

Super confident, blunt and forward when in a group, gets shy asf when alone with people he likes (cough Gigi & Shrimpo cough cough). Though he gains his confidence back after starting to date them.

Has some kinda speech impediment due to his missing tooth or just speaks funny in some way.

If he wore shoes they'd either be anti-slip + steel-toed, crocs or flip flops :P.

If you tap his glass he gets dizzy and disoriented, like tapping the aquarium of a fish.

He also gets very disoriented if all the water is taken out of his head, but he does adjust after a bit. This also applies to him getting flustered/embarrassed/etc. since the water starts evaporating. While the water in his head is not essential for his survival, the rest of the water in his body is like blood.

Under high stress his glass cracks a bit, heals over time (just slap a dand-aid on it!)

Scraps sometimes just calls him over to clean her brushes in his head 💀.

He'd let Pebble sip water out of its head on a hot day.

Gigi styles him like a cocktail; with a straw, umbrella, orange slice n all (ngl missed opportunity for the actual prismatic pal skin).

Both him and Teagan need to put it a hug ahh cork to go to sleep [This is canon n confirmed by qwel, I just wanted to add it here cuz funny].

His friends are: Gigi (qpp <33333), Shrimpo (boyfie in denial), Scraps (moot friend with Gigi), Shelly, Yatta, Boxten, Looey, Razzle (best buddies, supposedly canon).

On good terms with: Teagan, Rodger, Brightney, Goob, Sprout, Poppy, Connie & Dandy.

These people despise him: GLISTEN, Vee, Cosmo, Dazzle.

Anyone I haven't mentioned uhhhhh I'll get to it when I do their ref sheets.

He doesn't hate anybody, he's too bbg for that ❤️

He's Poppy's brother cuz like... she's a bubble.

NGL likes to be praised a lot (good boy— WHO SAID THAT??).

Has spilled all of his water over Gigi/Shrimpo multiple times when cuddling (tries limiting his pda now, he refuses to wear a cork in public).

Smooch giver n enjoyer. I imagine him to bend down to smooch Gigi/Shrimpo on the forehead and giggling, repeatedly.

He does NOT eat fish. If you eat fish in front of him or even just mention doing so he gets upset. Doesn't like meat very much either but that's just a preference. He can forgive Scraps for it tho, she has the cat-like creature pass.

His toon room is half normal and half pool, his bed is an inflatable mattress in the water; anchored there with chains so it doesn't float around a lot. IDK WHO I PARTIALLY STOLE THIS FROM I THINK IT WAS A DW HCS ASK.

DESIGN NOTES~

His torso is see-through like those transparent frogs and fish! He gets shy about it tho so he's covered up 90% of the time. Due to this his blood is just uh... water?

His head is hard glass and doesn't break easily, as mentioned above the rest of his body is like transparent fish :].

Has small scales all over his body, they're soft tho?? idk how to explain this mannnnn.

The darker parts in his tail resemble the bones inside! Just like the torso + some random splotches to make it look less empty loll.

His regular pants are like,, skin tight and waterproof?? Like some kinda swimming suit IDK. I still draw paw-like feet on him cuz i think it's cute :3.

Body hair mghfhmfhmfgmfmh....,,,.,,.,

While in the reference it isn't shown, the prismatic pal version has like... an iridescent coating? His scales slightly change colour depending how you look at him.

SHIP INFO~

Him and Gigi started dating pretty early on, they just got along really well. They are both very affectionate (except for pda as mentioned in the headcanons above) and are pretty open about their relationship. Gigi was also getting closer to Shrimpo, even if he hated Finn with all his heart. Due to Gigi dating the both of them and needing to give them both attention, they just got pushed together for it to be easier for them. Finn liked Shrimpo quite a bit already and was very nervous around him, feeling the need to fidget and distract himself. At times he acted a bit irrationally around Shrimpo and this causes them to get into...questionable situations; random hugs, caressing Shrimpo's tail, grabbing his hand, trying to get closer to him, etc. Shrimpo was just in denial the whole time, he had heavy internalised h0mophobia and refused to accept his polyamorous status.

At first, Shrimpo just didn't react to Finn's advances and looked at him weird most times; when it happened around Gigi, they just decided to push them together even more—Inviting them both to group activities and bringing them both on dates together. Finn just got clingier and Shrimpo got more frustrated for letting him do so. Gigi and Scraps started plotting even more to make them date, and since she needed an extra pair of hands for a project (and needed to clean her brushes in SOMEBODY's head) she invited them over to help. Finn & Shrimpo really didn't do anything the whole time, Gigi and Scraps were the only ones working, they instead sat there in a corner to chat a bit. Shrimpo accidentally let the fact that he didn't actually hate Finn slip out, after that their interaction became a whole lot more awkward.

Shrimpo tried to damage control by immediately doubling down with his regular jabs at Finn. But seeing how he started to recede and be nervous again made Shrimpo feel guilty; he stopped talking to him all-together for a few weeks. Gigi had to step in to bring them close again, physically locking them together in a room forcing them to talk. Shrimpo had to apologise and promise to never hurt Finn again, it was awkward but they made amends and held each other for a bit.

Gigi always thought that it'd be cute for them to get along, especially due to Shrimpo's initial commitment to "hating" Finn. They wanted the best for all three of them, and knowing how jealous Shrimpo can get of others this was the best option. Over time, they got closer and closer, Shrimpo started to respond better to Finn's advances. He gave in and started to be affectionate with Finn like he did with Gigi, not minding the three of them cuddling together; the awkwardness of him being there gone.

This will get updated over time, hopefully! Seal ya later! Last updated: 27/05/2025

[daisies-daydreams]

When It Rains (Caldarus x F!Reader)

Pairing: Caldarus x F!Reader Category: Fluff Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Rainy Days, Swearing, Slight Angst, Slow-ish Burn, Gentle Touches, Snuggling Word Count: 1.4k Song Rec: first date (frad) Summary: It starts to rain during your weekly trip to Caldarus’ house. What starts as an inconvenience soon turns into you getting closer to your dragon companion. A/N: Hello everyone! This fic is inspired by a recent poll I did (no points if you guess the winner 😉). I hope you enjoy!

You just passed the Carpenters Shop when a heavy raindrop splashed against your face. You wrinkled your nose before even more raindrops pelted you.

“Maybe I should just wait in the shop,” you muttered to yourself as you gazed at the sky. Dark, billowing clouds rolled in the distance as you heard a soft rumble of thunder. You gripped the handle of your picnic basket before taking a deep breath.

“It’s not much farther. Maybe if I sprint it’ll be okay,” you reasoned.

Things were very much not okay.

What started as a few raindrops quickly turned into a torrential downpour. You desperately sprinted from tree to tree as the rain soaked through your overalls.

“Damnit,” you grumbled as you trudged through the muddy landscap. You sloshed through several deep puddles, your body trembling as your teeth chattered. It wasn’t too much longer before you came to the familiar sight of Caldarus’ home looming in the near distance.

“Finally,” you breathed before the door swung open. Caldarus’ eyes were wide, his tail twitching as he rushed towards you.

“(Y/N)!” he shouted as he stomped across his front lawn. You gave a small wave before a sudden rumble of thunder made you jump. You looked up to see Caldarus draping a part of his robes over the crown of your head, his brows laced together as he frowned.

“Come now, let’s warm you up by the fire,” he suggested with a gentle pat on your back. You nodded vigorously before he ushered you inside of his home. You continued to shiver as Caldarus gently guided you over to the rumbling hearth.

“You’re completely soaked,” he stated, his voice slightly shaking with worry as you sat by the fire. You sighed, your shoulders slumping as you held your hands closer to the amber flames.

“It rained on the way here,” you shrugged. Caldarus hummed pensively, his golden eyes shifting over your form until it rested on the floor.

“You…you don’t have to do this you know,” he said as he gently snatched the teapot from the sunken hearth. You tilted your head back.

“Do what?” you asked. Caldarus’ shoulders were tense as he poured some tea into two small, ceramic cups.

“I understand that you don’t want me to feel lonely out here in the Deep Woods…but you don’t have to sacrifice your health for my sake,” he murmured. You frowned and continued to warm your hands by the fire.

“It’s not like that,” you said as his footsteps grew closer. You couldn’t help but meet his eyes as he handed you one of the cups, his fingertips lightly brushing over yours as your heart skipped a beat. You felt heat rush to your cheeks before you gazed into the warm, pink liquid between your hands.

Caldarus sat across from you, his legs crossing as he blew into his cup. His gaze locked with yours as you released a heavy sigh.

“It’s just…maybe you’re not the only one who feels alone,” you confessed aloud. Caldarus blinked, his eyes growing wide as his tail swished behind him.

“What do you mean? You’ve always told me about all the people you see every day in Mistria and how often you assist them,” he replied with a puzzled look. Your throat grew tight as you clutched the cup between your palms.

“That’s true…but I never feel like any of them really understand me,” you sighed. “I still feel like an outsider sometimes; like I’m looking into their lives but never a part of it,” you said. A heavy silence filled the room before you finally took a sip of the rose tea, your tastebuds coated with sweetness.

“I see,” Caldarus said as his tail rested on the floor. You inhaled deeply as you looked up.

“But you were there every day, rain or shine,” you said with a small smile. "And I'll always be thankful for that". Caldarus straightened at your comment as the corners of his lips curved up.

"It was my pleasure," he said softly. The sound of rain continued to filter through his home as the two of you sat in a comfortable quiet. The smell of rose tea filled your nostrils as warmth began to seep back into your body.

"(Y/N), may I ask what you've brought with you?" Caldarus spoke up as he tilted his head. You turned to the basket beside you and smiled.

"Oh! I made something with the bell berries I gathered," you replied. You silently hoped that the rain hadn't soaked through the basket and ruined your treat as you opened it. A sigh of relief left your lips as you uncovered the pastry. "Behold! A Bell Berry Bakewell Tart," you beamed as you held up the delectable tart.

Caldarus eagerly stared at the pastry as he set his cup down.

"Oh my, that looks wonderful," Caldarus grinned as he stepped closer to you. You chuckled as you took out some plates from the basket.

"I figured we could split one since it's so big," you said as Caldarus sat beside you. You tried not to pay attention at his knee rubbed against yours while you grabbed the forks. You cleared your throat as you gently cut the tart in half.

"You truly are amazing, (Y/N)," Caldarus gently rumbled. You felt your heart nearly stop as you sucked in a sharp breath.

"Oh, it's not much really," you waved your hand as you gave him a slice of the pastry. The man beside you chuckled softly.

"I mean it. Your compassion is just one of your many wonderful traits," he said with a warm smile. You nearly dropped your plate at his comment.

"T-Thank you," you said. Caldarus hummed before taking a bite of his share of the pastry. His tail shot up as he gasped.

"This is incredible!" he grinned before taking another bite. "Human food never ceases to amaze me," the man smiled as he savored the sweet tart.

"I'm glad you like it, Cal," you replied. Caldarus paused.

"Cal?" he hummed. You blinked before realizing what you said.

"Oh, well, it's just...it's-" you trailed off as your cheeks began to warm again. Caldarus gave you a gentle smile and rested his hand on yours.

"I like it. It's been a long time since someone's given me a nickname," he said softly. You returned his smile as you continued to eat. "Are you alright? You're still shivering," Caldarus stated. You paused briefly.

"I didn't even realize," you laughed. The man beside you hummed before draping his outer robe across your smaller form, his hand lingering on your shoulder.

"Is that better?" he asked. Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you felt his hand slide down your arm.

"Y-Yes," you breathed. Caldarus tilted his head.

"Ah, it seems it's already working. Color is returning to your cheeks," he beamed. You nodded as you felt your cheeks growing warmer by the second.

"(Y/N). A matter of curiosity," Caldarus began. You turned your gaze back towards him as his hand slipped away, only for him to turn it over. "I would like to see your hand if you would not mind," he stated. Your entire being was consumed with a newfound warmth as you swallowed thickly.

"O-Okay," you said as you gently placed your hand into his, sparks flying in your chest at the simplest touch. Your heart leapt as he gently smoothed his thumb across your knuckles, a resounding hum leaving his lips as he smiled.

"Yes, it is indeed quite different from mine," he murmured as he gently placed his other hand on top of yours. "It is soft...and warm," Caldarus rumbled. You felt yourself being drawn closer to him as he gently traced his fingertips over the back of your hand.

"Caldarus," you spoke up. The man beside you grunted as you took a deep breath. "Do you mind if we...get a little closer?" you said. His golden eyes seemed to light up at your suggestion as he nodded slowly.

"Of course," he said as his hand left yours, only for him to wrap his arm around your shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat as he pulled you close, the sound of his breathing lulling you into a deep sense of peace. The two of you watched as the fire before you sparked and crackled, the sound slowly drowning out the noise of rain continuing to fall outside.

"You know, now that I'm in this form, I seem to understand how precious each moment is," Caldarus said. You turned your gaze towards him as you felt his hand rest on your arm. "And how much I wish I could spend each moment just like this," he sighed. You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder.

"Then let's enjoy this as much as we can," you murmured softly.

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[sonic-takeover]

I love Rouge and Wave so much, they’re the gfs ever <3333

Also Silver and Espio! You two should totally head to the pool, it’s a nice spot to hang out for a little (Also Espio there’s a lot of people there so you can go around and do wellness checks on anyone you haven’t gotten yet)

Ooh, a pool?? Come on, Espio! Let's go see!!

Wait, I don't- *He's cut off as Silver drags him out to the back yard. Silver looks so excited.. He really hasn't changed much, has he... He doesn't seem like he's thinking about heavy things as much as he was before, though.. hopefully that's a good thing*

Hi guys!! Woah, dad, you're in the water!

Y-Yep! T..Totally having a blast right now... Eheh... *He's shaking as Shadow pushes him around in his floatie. Wave is swimming under them and Rouge in laps around the pool, occasionally coming up to breathe and check out her girlfriend as she lunges on a floatie. Charmy and Tails are playing fetch with pool toys. There's a grill going nearby, but the lid is shielding the cook from view*

Isn't this great?? Come on! *He lets go of Espio and jumps into the water in his boots. Espio walks over and sits by the edge of the pool, not touching the water*

This is a good opportunity to speak with you all. I'll be staying with you for about a month.

*Rouge lowers her sunglasses to look him up and down* ...... You with the toddler?

Yes.

Hm. *She puts her glasses back on*

We're members of a detective agency. Team Chaotix. We've been assigned to your household to do a wellness check, since you've all been through a lot lately.

That's sweet~ How much does it pay?

Twe- ... It isn't about the pay. It's about keeping this island and its inhabitants safe.

Uh huh~

T-Thanks for your help, Espio.. really. We appreciate your concern. You're w-welcome to stay as long as you need- *he yelps as Silver bumps his floatie from under the water*

Of course. It's no trouble. I hope we won't be imposing.

You will be. *Knuckles walks over from where he was handling the grill, crossing his arms and glaring down at Espio. He's wearing an apron that says "fight the cook" on the front* Lizard.

*Espio glares back* Echidna.

*Silver comes up for air, his fur and quills wet and slicked to his face. He grins* Hedgehog!!

[bellysoupset]

“oooh, my stomach…” and “awww, do you want a belly rub” for Jonah and Leo pls

"Note to self," Leo grumbled, annoyed, as he walked into their apartment, "too many blueberries are a bad idea."

"Baby, I think anything that you eat that much of would be a bad idea," Jonah teased, walking behind him and closing the door. Crouching down to pet JD as she immediately ran to them.

Leo let out a queasy scoff, walking to their living room pit and falling on the couch on his back. He squirmed as he undid his belt and his pants, bloated belly pushing out and a cramp running through him as his tummy suddenly had space, "Ow... Ow, fuck..." a sweet tasting burp fizzled out in the back of his throat, coating his tongue with the after taste of the many blueberry tart slices he had had at dinner.

"You see that, Jasmine Dean?" Jonah circled the couch, holding JD up to his face and pointing at Leo with his head, "that's what happens when your eyes are bigger than your belly. Let this be a lesson."

Their cat let out a meow, plating her front paws on Jon's chest, while Leo glared at his boyfriend.

"I'm dying and you're making fun of me," he groaned, squirming as another cramp squeezed his insides. His whole tummy was stretched tight and he couldn't stop bringing up these fizzled burps that didn't quite make it past his lips, but gurgled on his chest all the same. It didn't feel like dinner was digesting at all, his whole system overwhelmed with the sheer amount of dessert he had stuffed himself with.

"You're not dying, handsome," Jonah grinned, a big amused smile on, continuing to pet JD and move around, "I'll get you some antiacids."

"Uhmmmm," Leo moaned, loudly and dramatically, as he curled up around his queasy stomach. He was feeling nauseous and clammy, but not enough to actually be sick. Getting a relieving burp clearly wasn't on the table either and all he could do was cradle his upset tummy and wince around the gurgles rolling through it.

Another blueberry tasting burp came up, tickling his nose. An upset whine deep from his belly, a wet gurgle that caused him to gag and curl up-

"Here," Jonah had let go of JD and was now holding up a glass with fizzling water, the meds already dissolved, "two big gulps, baby."

Leo shook his head, squeezing his eyes and muffling a sickly little burp against his hand, "if I put anything else inside I'm gonna- Oourp, gonna be sick."

Jon let out a scoff, rolling his eyes in a fond manner, "aww... Do you want a belly rub?" he teased, planting the glass on their coffee table, then grabbing the belt loops of Leo's jeans, forcing him to be flat on his back. The movement caused the blonde's belly to let out another sick whine and Leo gulped down convulsively, leaning back his head.

"Gentle or I'll throw up," he warned, curling up his legs. Jonah was still smiling at him, in that same fond manner he smiled at JD when she chased her own tail for a full minute.

"I'm always gentle," he answered, rolling up Leo's shirt and planting a hand on his unsettled tummy. He pressed his fingers around his belly, searching for the tightest spots and Leo let out a groan as even the soft pressure was enough to push up a thick, sickening belch. A spark of relief followed.

"Uh... This helped a little," his cheeks were ablaze at how openly gross he was being, but Jonah only seemed endlessly amused.

"Of course it's helping, I'm an expert at giving you belly rubs," Jonah said haughtily, moving his hands around and pressing right under his belly button, causing Leo's tummy to gurgle and cramp.

"You're so humble too," Leo rolled his eyes, then a huge burp pushed past his lips and he was forced to give in that yeah, maybe Jonah was an expert at giving him belly rubs. Not that he was going to say that out loud.

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