#little swamp puppy freak

[hotluncheddie]

NYEHEJEHEHEHEE I FINISHED THE EPISODE…so i come bearing the skankiest of thots about my little swamp puppy. i like to believe that gator had a shorter prison sentence of like 5 years and then like 15 in a group home with the chance for parole due to the coercion and his involvement from a young age. he adjusts to a more liberal mindset after continued contact with dot and group therapy, in addition to his blindness, and the norms of the prison. this includes jerking off. just because he can’t see doesn’t mean he doesn’t still have the same desires, and LORD does he have them. the first time he has sex is actually while he’s out on parole, and good lord is it better than he ever could have imagined. it’s like the rest of his body is even more sensitive after the amount it’s undergone, and when you finally touch his dick, he immediately convulses and squirts everywhere. you bring him through two other orgasms that night without ever letting him touch your pussy. over the next few months, he whines and begs, crying for your pussy. but you never let him touch you, not even your boobs. you’ve sucked him off, given him hand jobs, made him cum just from playing with his balls AND just his hairy tits, and of course he begs for your fingers in his ass when he can’t touch your pussy. when you finally acquiesce, he almost weeps with relief. he expects you to guide him gently like you have been with everything else, and the tears in his eyes turn to tears of pleasure when he feels you ride his face like no tomorrow, moaning and calling him a gorgeous slut. later, when you settle on his cock, hands pressed on his plush belly and praises on your lips, he can’t do anything but buck up into you and tell you how much he loves you (and maybe he calls you mommy but you decide to address that a different day) just RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MORE FLUFFY THAN FILTH BUT MY BRAIN IS TOO OVERLOADED FOR COHRENCS -🫚

GOOD FUCKIN EP TOO RIGHT?? such a good series!!!!

BUT YESSSSS GIVE THAT BOY A FUTURE!!!! he earned it, i'm obsessed with this

swamp puppy!!!! little swamp puppy!!!!!! my swamp puppyyyy!!!!!!

that such a nice idea though - he finds this person who lets him be sweet, lets his cum quick and recover slow and he so so so wants to be good enough for pussy, but he'll accept whatever he gets.

maybe you were going to let him touch, but he came with the sweetest whine from just little kissing and a grind of your hand. so you know you have to draw it out, improve his stamina, because its a little ridiculous. but its okay because his cock goes so cute and flush when its hard, weeps so prettily on his soft thighs, softening down into a little nub that's still so sensitive, he flinches if you trace over the skin, jolts and keens when you give it a mean little flick. panting a whining so quickly and easily, already getting hard again.

you let him do other things for you instead, cooing that he has to earn pussy, not a good enough boy for it yet, puppy has to be trained first.

and he just gives you the bushiest little smile, nodding and agreeing.

so you let him rub your shoulders and massage your feet with his big strong hands. let him kneel in front of you a listen to the slick sounds of you fingering yourself. you let him feel your wet, dripping fingers when you wipe them off in his chest hair, coming untouched, still kneeling in-front of you, from your wet fingers playing with both his nipples.

he shivers and whines and pants and keens so sweetly at every step. likes saying thank you over and over again, kissing whatever part he can reach of you, sucking and biting if you tell him he can.

sometimes when he's doing as you say, fulfilling whatever action you gave him or letting you do as you please to him, you'll hear these breathy little whispers; ''m a good boy', 'the best puppy'. like hes secretly talking himself through it, reminding himself of the things you've told him, goal oriented and still dreaming of the day he gets your pussy.

and he is getting better, can last longer with your hand on his dick, can handle you sinking down till he hits the back of your throat now without blowing his load the moment you even come close to gagging. can even handle some pressure on his taint, said he promises he'll last long enough for you to get two fingers into his tight little hole next time you feel in the mood to finger him, and you believe him. believe him because he let out the sweetest, whiniest little gasp when you let him trace over the length and girth of your dildo, went the prettiest shade of pink and drooled all over his lap listening to you fuck yourself with it. he wants it inside him, you know he does, but puppy has a long way to go before he earns that.

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i feel like that's enough for now, even tho he didn't even get to eat pussy whoops or say mommy whoooooops - be he should and he will

[linksthoughtbrambles]

Oopsy

A TotK/Star Trek: Lower Decks crossover fic for Linktober 2023 Day 11: Monsters/Beasts. (No TotK spoilers). (If you know, you know). 2800 words.

“Narj loves all the creatures in his menage!” Narj said, his thick spectacles magnifying eyes squeezed happily shut.

“If you love us, sir, truly, set us free,” Zelda replied.

“Have no fear, humans.  Starfleet is already on its way,” Narj said, walking off as if that was clearly that.

Zelda spun on Link, her hands on her inexplicably-jumpsuited hips, her big green eyes even bigger than usual.

It wasn’t every day Link got to see her ‘I’m being ignored?!’ face.

“Humans?” she asked.  “What does he think we are?”

Link shrugged.  “Dunno, but I think he’s corn.”

---

Link preferred when Zelda slept in the hammock with him.

Unfortunately, that’s what everyone else preferred, too.

‘Ooooh, mama, look what those Vulcans are doing!’ exclaimed what appeared to be a small boulder covered in oven-baked mozzarella.  It leaned up against their cage’s window, somehow reminding Link of a puppy despite having no facial features, legs, or a tail.

‘Those aren’t Vulcans, daughter three thousand and fifty-eight.  They must be Romulans,’ answered a much larger cheese-draped boulder with two distinct throbbing noises.

‘Romulans?  For real?  How can you tell?’

‘They don’t look like anyone in Vulcan Love-Slave.’

Narj had called them ‘Vulcans’ at first, too (once he realized they could talk).

Unfortunately, their language skills hadn’t stopped him from keeping them locked up and on display.

“We’re in a zoo, Zel,” Link said.

“Not for long,” she said, eyeing a panel on the wall.

---

“OH FUCK! THE MOOPSY IS FREE!” screamed Narj, clawing in terror at the wall behind him as a newcomer named Mariner scoffed.

“Oh nooo, your cuddliest prisoner is loose, whatever shall we do?” she said with a smirk, but Narj’s utter freak-out had already sent Link shoving Zelda back in their now-open cage as he dove for a vaguely shield-like wall-panel thick with beach-palette paint.

The panel was no longer seated properly (thanks to Zelda).  One corner swiveled directly into the wall’s circuitry with all the considerable momentum Link had in his short-but-dense body.

“Moopsy!” said Moopsy in its sweet, cuddly voice.

A loud hum deep in the walls prefaced a brief blackness giving way to emergency lighting and a flutter of activity behind Link: squawks, screeches, roars, buzzes, pitter-patters, plop-plop-plops, splashes and scrabbling, and way more he couldn’t make out except “FUCK ME, THEY’RE ALL FREE!!!”

Link hadn’t thought corn could scream like that.  He spun to see Moopsy’s little white pudge-fluff body on a winged goat’s back.

“Moopsy!” Moopsy said.

And Moopsy’s mouth become FAR FAR FAR TOO WIDE to make sense, two tiny fangs glinting as the massive face-hole closed on the goat’s skull and sucked its skeleton up like steaming-hot gelatin.

“HOLY FUUUUUUCK!” Mariner yelled at the exact moment Link’s bowels chilled about fifty degrees.

Celsius.

Moopsy snapped its head to the side, flopping the goat’s skin and soft tissue like a beloved chew-toy.

Zelda made a strangled sound of rising disgust and Link raised the wall panel as an awkward, two-handed shield with no strap.  He’d be better off using it as a claymore.

Huh.

That could work.

Link flip-gripped it at one end and swung it broad-faced into the Moopsy as hard as he could on such short notice.

“Moopsy!” Moopsy cried in distress as it spun through the air and disappeared into an arboreal habitat on the 2nd floor.

Link could’ve sworn he heard a little squeak when it landed.

He definitely heard all the gasps.

Why were they all looking at him?  Weren’t swamp-gobblers snarling right on the other side of the sky snake’s habitat?

“Link!” Zelda said, brows knit and mouth gawking at him.

“What?!”

“The Moopsy is Narj’s favorite!” Narj said, his head in his hands.

“I am- so sorry, Mr. Narj,” said the big blond man whose name Link hadn’t caught.  “Starfleet will take full responsibility for any losses incurred as a result of our people’s actions-“

“I’m not your people,” Link said, but he got talked over.

“Oh- this is- bullshit,” said Mariner.  “’Ooooh, fuck, fuck, the Moopsy is free’ and ‘oh shit not the fucked up goat!’ and then you go all gooey and teary when this guy smacks its ass away from us, which, THANK YOU, by the way, strange dude with super-WEIRD- VERY pointy ears, you’re not human at all, are you?”

Link shook his head, but she hadn’t stopped despite the building volume of the animal brawl behind and to the right of the central exhibit (the short guy in the red shirt cringed, his back to its low, round wall).

“If it’s your weird-ass monster creatures’ lives or ours, ours win, no matter how adorable their eyes or tiny, nubby tails or innocent voices may be.”

“I gave these creatures a safe home!” Narj protested.  “I don’t want to see them harmed!”

“It seems you have little choice,” said Zelda with a gesture toward the chaos.

A pack of dog-like animals with horns had wandered between the two scythe-handed swamp-gobblers, who had then attempted a pincer-strike on one of the smaller horn-dogs.  Two horn-dogs seemed content to simply flop to the floor and wait this out, while the other two leapt to defend their packmate with startling aggression.  A horn-dog’s horn was currently embedded in a swamp-gobbler’s nostril, and a strange, floating ball of light with three cobra heads appeared to be getting throttled in the squeeze of the much thicker and lengthier sky snake’s body (also floating) while reptile-birds, hammer-head-birds, colorful head-plumage birds and a kalaidescope of butterflies fluttered and swopped around them.  One cobra-head snapped a butterfly right out of the air and hissed purple light.

This was to say nothing of the myriad of small creatures pattering and oozing their way along the floor or the frenetic mixture of cooing, screeching, and slurping sounds issuing from the balcony running the circumference of the room above them.

“Oh- OH!  NOT MY TRIBBLES!”  Narj ran a single, abortive stride toward the stairway.

“Moopsy!”

The adorable sound stopped him dead, his face struck with horror.

“Tribbles?!” the big blond said.  He’d raised spread hands, ready to grapple, sharp eyes flicking from creature to creature.  “I thought you were operating within federation law!”

“Narj does operate lawfully!  I do not trade or transport my tribbles!  I simply maintain my stock!”

“That’s what they all say,” Mariner said, her stance mimicking her colleague’s.

(The short guy in the red shirt hadn’t moved.  He muttered something about his pants).

A tribble rolled from the balcony and hit Link square on the head before it bounced to the ground.

He blinked at the completely innocuous, tawny-furred ovoid.  “Is this like the Moopsy?” he asked.

“No no no no no!” Narj said inserting himself between Link and the puffball, his shaking hands very nearly touching Link’s chest.

It was weird.

“Tribbles merely breed quickly-“

“TOO quickly,” blond said.

“WAAAAY too fast,” agreed Mariner.

“Do they have bones?” Zelda asked.

“C-cartilage,” Narj squeezed out.  “What if it can drink them?”  More shrieking and slurping cut through the grunts, growls, squawks and slams.  “WHAT IF IT ALREADY IS?!  AH AAAH!”

He really seemed close to popping some kind of sap vessel.

“Better them than us!” Mariner said.  “Lemme just-“

“I’ll just-“

Link and Mariner stopped talking simultaneously, eyeing each other.

“So, I’ll scope it-“

“I’ll peek up-“

They did it again.

Mariner narrowed her eyes at Link.

He widened his with a nearly unnoticeable shrug.

They shot up an instant later, Mariner with a quick run to the stairwell, a jump and a kick off the banister to grab the safety railing, and Link with a leap up to finger-grip the lower lip of the balcony and pull himself up.

Both peeked left along the 2nd level’s metal floor.

There it was.

Moopsy.

Having the time of its life.

It had a whole tribble in its mouth, sucking on it like hard candy with pleasure-riddled squeaks and big, round eyes glistening with the simple joy of delicious food.

Link totally got it.

There were at least six more tribbles in its path.

He dropped back to the floor with a practiced landing.  “Yeah, it likes those tribbles, we’ve got a minute.”  Link shrugged, picked up the one near his feet, and got halfway through a tossing motion.

“OoohOOoooh!” Narj moaned.

“LINK!” Zelda scolded.

He froze.  “What?!”

“You would do NO SUCH THING were it a cat.”

“Yeah I would.”

“Lies.”

“No, if it’s you or a cat, I choose you.”

“That is not the choice!”

“It might be.”

“We’ve time to think!” she said.

“Not really, we gotta get all these thingamanimals back in their cages,” said Mariner, dropping back in with a bounce of her very bouncy black curls, and a tiny glare at Link.

“I’m not going back in mine,” he warned.

A squelching sound preceded a whimpering cry in the voice of a swamp-gobbler.

“Didn’t say you had to,” Mariner said.

A golden light emanated from Zelda, expanding past the animals, through their cages, and out beyond their ability to see it through the walls.

“What was that?!” blond guy yelled.

“An attempt to re-cage your animals,” Zelda said.  “It was worth attempting, though I’m not surprised it had no effect.”

“Oh!  Oh human, you got the Aldeberan serpent!”  Narj pointed to the triple-cobra-headed light-ball currently pressed to a rocky habitat’s back wall by a blanket of sunlight.

“Is it an evil creature?” Zelda asked.

“Terribly wicked!”

That explained that.

The sky snake, having nothing to strangle, began to fly laps around the room, snapping its jaws and loosing calls like a long-throated crow’s caw.

Zelda’d already stuck her hands into the wall in attempt to re-connect some cabling.

“Hey!  Let me- I’m a professional,” said big blond guy.  He jogged over and nudged Zelda sideways.

This pissed Link off.  “Don’t push her.”

Apparently it also pissed Mariner off.  “You’re not an engineer, Jack.”

Jack cringed.  “Neither are you, Mariner.”

Something soft hit the floor above them.  “Moopsy!”  A sucking sound followed.

Link stalked over to Jack’s right shoulder, between him and Zelda, and looked over it to see him fumbling.  An arc of electricity zapped him and he jumped, nursing a small burn on his wrist.

“Yeah, you should let her do that,” Link said.

“Indeed,” Zelda said, nudging Jack herself.

“Hey!”

Zelda began putting things together and taking them apart with her head cocked and quick glances into the atrium.  “Please tell me if a cage closes!”

“Got it!” said Mariner.

Link kept his eyes peeled.  Some thick-carapaced creature even smaller than the tribbles was oozing its way along the edge of the room toward Jack.  “What’s that thing?”

“What- AGH!” Jack yelled, jumping back into Link.

This was enough impetus for Link to snatch the wall panel back up and flick the critter away with it.  It landed lodged between red-shirt-guy’s shoulder and the low wall he’d pressed his back against.

“AHHHHH!” screamed red-shirt as the critter wiggled to right itself.

“GET UUUUUP,” yelled Mariner.  She sprung toward him.

He didn’t listen.  He did scream incessantly as something small and glistening began to leave a slime-trail on his neck.

“NO NO NO EEL BABIES!” Mariner slapped the tiny animal off him.  It landed somewhere in the ground of the verdant sky snake habitat.

“NO!  CETI EELS ARE A CRITICALLY ENDANGERED SPECIES!” Narj cried.

“IT’LL BE FINE!” Mariner yelled as she held mama-eel’s left antenna between two pincered fingers and dumped her into the habitat, too.

“Moopsy!” said Moopsy.

Link ignored it for a moment, then broke into a sweat.

No more slurping noises.

“Moopsy!”

Link swore under his breath, Jack said “SHIT!”, Mariner growled and spun with eyes on the 2nd floor, and Narj said “FUH HUH HUH HUUUCK!”

Zelda worked quick—and with a sudden zzzzip, the wrong cage closed across the way out of the corner of Link’s eye.

“Look!” Link hissed, wondering if sound lured Moopsies.

“I have it, I have it!” Zelda undid that one but counted quickly, finding a connection and instantly shutting the Aldeberan serpant’s cage with a sigh of relief.  The golden light flickered and faded.  As it did, the serpent hissed its frustration and a previously unnoticed tribble fell from the wall near Narj’s head.

“AH- u- oh?” Narj peered at it, adjusting his glasses.

“Evil tribble,” Link said under his breath.

Above them, the sky snake gave a sudden hiss and a bellow, a sound like sausage grinding moving from directly above their cage toward center-right of the room.  The remains of the sky snake’s body struck the floor with a monumental metallic slap.

The Moopsy raised its cheerful head from the hole in the snake’s skin.  “Moopsy!”

Everything ran.

The gobblers, the reptilian and plumed and hammer-headed birds, the horn-dogs, the remaining winged goat, the starfishy critters that had been skulking along the walls, and even the evil tribble, though it couldn’t move quickly.  Link hadn’t made out all of the small creatures, but they began to clear a wide circle around Moopsy, the floor less littered with tiny, wiggling bodies.

This left the Moopsy.

And them.

Moopsy waddled toward red-shirt guy, who began a rapid, stuttering crawl in the opposite direction.  Moopsy sped up with a bum-wiggle and leapt toward its next meal.

“No you don’t!” Mariner yelled, quick-dragging her sneaker back on the floor, then kicking her leg out straight.  Her shoe flew off at the perfect angle—its sole covered most of Moopsy’s squishy belly as it flew backward into a marshy habitat behind it.

“CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT CLOSE IT!” they all yelled at slighty different times in slightly different ways as Zelda feverishly connected everything.

“I need an insulative sealant!” she cried.

Link eyed the palm fronds, but Jack blew by him, yanked the cloth hammock from its hooks, and began tearing strips off it with his teeth.

Link quietly approved.  He caught the first strips tossed his way and helped Zelda cross-thread them through her many connecitons.

Their own cage shut.

Zelda grunted in frustration.

When they’d finished, the lights had fully returned in the atrium, though they tended to flicker.  So did the force field around the sky snake’s central habitat, but no one seemed to care.

Some creatures were still audibly struggling with each other, stuck mingling in habitats not their own.

That was fine for now.

Red-shirt guy finally stood, his back bent and face pale as he shook off his prey chemicals.

Narj thanked Zelda and Mariner profusely as he fiddled with his ring of keys.  “Narj is so grateful.  Narj may lose more of his creatures but will recover.  I will recover.  And I will free you the normal way, this time!”

Mariner gave Zelda a suspicious look that had Link inching protectively toward her.

“Hang on,” Mariner said.

Narj’s shaky smile drooped.

“You,” Mariner said.

“Us?” Link asked.

“Your force field just happens to go down right before the Moopsy’s free?”

Link side-eyed Zelda.

“You let it out!” said Mariner.

Zelda fidgeted her fingertips.  “Not intentionally.”

Everyone gasped but Link.

“I’m extremely glad no one was hurt,” she said, now wringing her hands.

Link put an arm around her shoulders and glared at the others.  He especially glared at Jack since he was in there with them, and Link didn’t want him to try anything.

Jack crossed his arms, a stern look on.  “We were coming to get you.  You didn’t have to break out.”

“How were we to know?”  Zelda asked.

“Narj told you!” Narj said.

“You said Starfleet was coming,” Link said in his soft voice.  “That could’ve meant anything.”

Mariner’s face screwed up.  “Any-?!  We’re STARFLEET, what did you think it would mean?”

Link shrugged.  “A bunch of stars sailing the high seas together?  Maybe some great navigators banding together to keep their ships safe?  Maybe an army?”

Everyone stared.

“How could you not know what Starfleet i-“ Mariner shook her head.  “Wait a minute.  You’re NOT human.  You’re not Vulcan, Romulan, Reman, Ramuran, Halanan, Ocampan, or Arkenites, so what the hell are you guys?”

“We are Hylian,” Zelda said in a small voice.

“Never heard of you,” said Jack.  “What planet are you from?”

Link and Zelda looked at each other.

“Moopsy!” Moopsy said from its new habitat.

Jack, Mariner, and red-shirt’s eyes made a slow journey toward Narj, who tittered.

“I- I don’t always know where they come from.”

“Come on, man, PRIME DIRECTIVE!”  (Jack).

“WITHIN FEDERATION LAW, MY ASS!”  (Mariner).

“SIRS, I WANT A DESK JOB!” (That poor red-shirted bastard).

That conversation devolved into a heated argument.

Link grimaced.  “They think we’re from a planet?  The things in the sky?  Maybe that’s what they call sky islands or something.”

Zelda, for once, appeared lost.

At first.

Her eyes grew wide.

Then wider.

Then wider.

“LINK!”

“What?!”

“People live on planets!!!” she cried.

The others went quiet.

“Awwww,” Jack said, palming his face.  “Time for another memory wipe.”

Link blanched.  “Not again!”

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[For visual reference, this post has Moopsy and Narj. The 3 starfleet characters were Beckett Mariner, Jack Ransom, and Gary (on left in pic). Lower Decks is awesome.]

Gary (red-shirt guy) and Mariner. She's dressed down today.

Below: Jack Ransom (with Mariner far off in background).

[sidetongue]

what are each of your dogs greatest strength and weakness?

Oooooh fun!!

Henry:

Strength - dog neutrality. This one is especially important because as a teenager he was a reactive mess, but our work and training has made him one of the most calm, neutral, tolerant dogs around other dogs.

Weakness - straws. Petrified of them.

Miller:

Strength - loyalty. She is so incredibly loyal, I can almost physically FEEL her willingness to be the best sidekick out there.

Weakness - stranger reactivity. She finds (and always has found) initial meetings with people on my property, or strange men in public, overwhelming. She can sound very mean when she’s reacting!

Harold:

Strength - his sunshine. He is the sweetest, kindest, happiest dog to ever live. No one is a stranger, everyone is a friend.

Weakness - his elbows.

Moby:

Strength - his affection. He is gentle, seeks physical affection, and is such a calm and bright presence in the home.

Weakness - his “adventure” mode. He switches from sweet, polite house dog to feral, wet, swamp monster who blows off recall and screams constantly.

Budgie:

Strength - her drive. Instead of being a timid and tepid “little dog” (which she had the potential to be when she was a puppy!) she has evolved into a gritty, agile, biddable dog who thinks she’s the size of a Dane.

Weakness - that freaking terrier bark.

[six-demon-bag]

hand in hand

Pairing: Ernst Schmidt*/Mundy’s Arm

*Daniel Brühl’s character from The Cloverfield Paradox (2018)

Summary: The arm is a little quicker when Schmidt is in the airlock.

Rating: Gen

Tags: free range body part, dubiously consensual hand holding, I dont really know

Word count: 1075

Link: hand in hand

Excerpt:

“What do you want?” he asks it, too freaked out to consider that an arm has no ears and no mouth. It doesn’t answer, only crawls faster somehow and Schmidt tries to kick it away when it gets too close to his shoe. “Go away!” he says loudly, panicking more than he should for something so small but everything has gone so fucking weird and this is almost a last straw for his sanity. The arm stops. It droops to the floor and Schmidt swears it’s giving him sad puppy eyes even though it doesn’t have any fucking eyes. Guilt swamps him at how wounded it looks. “I’m sorry-” he starts. He stops and blinks. He’s apologizing to a disembodied arm that was chasing him. An arm that doesn’t have a face and yet it looks so pathetic and hurt that Schmidt tried to kick it. It’s still laying on the floor, shaking a little. It feels like he’s just kicked a puppy.

[yamanorakuen]

HC: MC finds an abandoned baby [Demon Brothers]

Sorry for my absence. I've written some things but haven't published anything as they're all incomplete or I'm not happy enough with them. I've also been really busy, and it seems like I'll keep being busy for the rest of the school year.

Backstory: MC finds a baby in a basket in front of the House of Lamentetion with a note asking someone to take care of it. MC decides to take the baby in.. But how will the brothers react?

[Side Characters vers.]

Here's a little headcanon/imagine though. Read below the line.

Lucifer lets out a deep sigh when he finds out about the baby. How was he the last one of his brothers to find out about this? Shouldn't he be the first you confide to in matters as serious as this?

... Wait. Why did Satan just scoff and say that there's an obvious reason he was kept in the dark about this?

No one dares to outright tell the reason to him, though.

Lucifer rolls his eyes and commands you to get rid of the baby. Jut straight up, do whatever with it, as long as it's gone.

Cue loud protests from MC and some of his brothers, already attached to the child. If it was only the brothers, Lucifer could handle it, but seeing you fix a puppy eye look on him is embarrassingly effective on Lucifer..

So, the baby is staying. At least until Lucifer can sort out the situation and find it a good home.

Lucifer's workload was just doubled by this little menace. So he's mostly swamped with work, barely having time to look after the baby, but occasionally he runs into the baby and you or one of his brothers playing with it, feeding it or rocking it to sleep.

Luficer would never admit it, but he found the sights adorable. It reminded him of the times his brothers were young.

One night, after a very busy and stressful day, he walks into the living room and sees you cuddling with the baby, telling it about the human world with a high-pitched voice.

Lucifer nearly tears up at the sight, transfixedly staring at you two, until a camera flash disturbed his trance.

"Quick! Let's scram!" Mammon yelled at Leviathan as they made their hasty escape. But Lucifer didn't run after them. Instead, he sighed and shook his head, before walking up to you and sitting next to you on the sofa.

".. Mind if I hold the kid?" He asks quietly and you nod, beaming at him, handing over the sleepy baby. Lucifer holds it gently yet with experience. He feels all of his previous stress just diminishing while cuddling with the kid.

When the baby has been found a good home, he's conflicted; he's both relieved as this means less stress and work for him, but also sad to say goodbye and that he didn't get to spend as much time with the little one as he had hoped to.

Mammon is the first person you run to after you found the baby. You didn't know what in the world possessed you to do so, but you did it anyway.

Mammon freaks out after seeing the baby. He's also slightly red in the face. "Is that our baby?! I didn't know ya were pregnant! Ya should've told me!"

You felt like facepalming, but alas, you were holding a small child in your arms. You had to explain to Mammon that no, it's not your baby and no, you were not pregnant.

After Mammon finally understood the situation, he started thinking about how to make money with the baby. Perhaps he could auction the baby..

Now you felt like hitting Mammon. Perhaps while holding the child. "Mammon, we are NOT going to auction off a child!"

Fear not, Mammon had other ideas how to get rich with the abandoned baby: Raise it as your own and turn it into a star, a circus freak or anything profitable. Write a book about it. Make a movie. Only accept interviews if they pay for you. Start a family blog about it. Scam people, saying that the baby is going to die if they don't pay up..

Safe to say, you rejected all those ideas.

At first, Mammon was annoyed with the baby. It was loud, whiny, stinky and worst of all, it hogged all your attention that belonged rightfully to him!

Mammon started to sulk every time he saw you with the baby, not wanting to do anything with the kid, not even if you asked.

Until literally the third day with the baby, the baby started to play with this feathery keychain and babble away happily. That was seemingly enough to melt him.

After that, he was inseperable with the baby, claiming that 'he was the first brother to meet the baby', so he had every right to hog the baby to himself.

Grew to be really protective over the little one. Territorial even. Especially if you were holding the baby. He wouldn't let any of his brothers near if he was around. His human, his baby.

When the baby was found a good home, Mammon was trying his best to hold back tears (He failed miserably). He didn't want to let the baby go, even asked Lucifer if they could keep it, but eventually understood that the family found for it would offer a better home for the kid.

Leviathan was the second last of the brothers to find out about the baby, as he rarely left his room.

He only found out about it when you had texted him if you could stay in his room to hide from Lucifer, which he complied to.

And soon enough, you snuck to his room.. Holding a pile of clothes in your arms??? We're you planning to have a sleepover, or-?

Then he heard the pile of clothes crying! Leviathan just froze, staring at the pile of clothes with wide eyes.

Then you revealed to him what was buried inside the pile of clothes; a real, living and breathing baby.

Leviathan nearly fainted at the sight! Don't scare him like that! He needed an explanation asap!

After your explanation to the poor avatar of envy, he felt conflicted; at the same time this was beyond weird and Levi didn't have much experience with babies (other than virtual), but this also reminded him of this anime he saw called My Crush Found An Orphan Child In Front Of Their Front Door And That Child Turned Out To Be A Mermaid Who Was Cursed By An Evil Seawitch Who Ate Her Entire Family And The Last Mermaid Had To Disguise Herself As A Human Baby But The Seawitch Is Also Disguised As The Neighbor's Old Man Named Steven.

What if this baby was a mermaid too? C-Can Leviathan test it? He has an aquarium is his room so-

Levi don't drown the child!

Levi grumbles but agrees that testing the theory is too dangerous.

Anyway, he doesn't know what to do with the kid. It probably can't live off of soda and chips, so staying in Levi's room can't be a long-term solution.

Leviathan doesn't dare to hold the baby (He's just a yucky otaku after all!) so when you leave for bathroom, he just stares at the little baby, lying in the bathtub.

He must admit, the baby is kinda cute.. He can kinda remember some of his brother being this young, too..

When you come back, you find Levi just staring at the kid from slightly closer than he was before. Progress..?

Anyway, Leviathan slowly warms up to the baby. He's not the most helpful with the baby, but he tries.

The real shift in his attitude happens one time when he finds the baby staring at the television screen intently - then Levi realizes that an anime is playing on-screen! So the baby and Levi watch it together, and Levi is completely melting at the baby's big and sparkling eyes whenever something cool happens onscreen.

When it's the baby's time to leave, Leviathan is pretty sulky, but he doesn't outright complain about it. He knows he could not offer the baby as good of a home as those adoptive parents could. And he still has Henry 2.0, so he's still good to go, right..?

Satan finds out about the baby quickly. It's hard to hide anything from him as he is rather observant. Also, he's smart, so you'll probably ask for his help at some point.

"Satan, I have something to show you.." You mumble, entering the library, holding something in your arms.

"Is it a cat? Please tell me it's a cat.." Satan gets his hopes up but they're all crushed when he notices it's a baby.. Boo!

Much to your disappointment, Satan doesn't really know all that much about babies as he has the least experience with them out of the brothers. He promises to research it though.

At first he doesn't spend much time with the kid as he's catching up on some books on pareting, occasionally messaging the group chat with some useful baby trivia he found.

Actually becomes quickly quite well-read on anything to do with babies. He even learns how to tell what the baby wants just from it's cry.

"Beel, the baby's not hungry. It's clearly sleepy. How can you not hear it? Get Belphie to put it to sleep."

Satan in rather analytical with the baby; reading it as a machine that follows the same patterns and never changes. And that might be his biggest downfall.

His ego gets a blow when one time one his crying predictions was wrong. Afterwards, he is sulking. That cry had always meant the baby's diaper was full, not that it was looking for attention!

He knows it's dumb, but he's kinda mad at the baby. And he stayed mad, until one day..

Lucifer changes the kid's diaper for the first time, and the baby.. Pees on him! Some even goes into Lucifer's mouth! The shocked and disgusted expression on Lucifer's face was MARVELOUS.

Satan can't help but cackle, suddenly finding himself not hating the baby anymore.

Wonders if he can use the baby to grind or prank Lucifer some more..

Likes to read to the baby.

After the baby had found a home, Satan's slightly sad, but doesn't dwell on it. However, he tries to use his knowledge and experience with the baby as an excuse to get a cat.

Lucifer still says no much to Satan's disappointment.

Asmodeus also finds out about the baby among the first of the brothers. He literally squeals in delight when he lays his eyes on the little one.

"Sooo cute! Where did you get it? Can I hold it?!" Asmo was beyond excited, taking the baby from you without any shred of worry in his mind.

"Pretty cute, but not as cute as me though!" Asmo chuckles as he gazes down at the baby, "We need to get you some new clothes though, these ones just won't do!"

And so, in less than five hours, the baby has a completely new wardrobe and Asmodeus puts on a fashion show, taking selfies with the baby in all the cute outfits!

Asmodeus is just smitten with the baby! He's getting so many likes on Devilgram thanks to it's help, people stop him on the street to coo over them both, and who doesn't love the smell of a baby?

.. Talking about the smell.. What is that smell..? Is that..? EW!

Asmo quickly pushes the baby to you, telling you to take care of the source of the smell. He needs to bathe as soon as possible, he can't risk stenching!

Asmodeus generally does well with the baby and likes to hang out with it, as long as he doesn't have to 'do the icky parts', i.e. change the diapers.

Other than that, he's wonderful with the baby. Having the baby around reveals a more nurturing side of him, one that is usually hidden behind his flamboyance and narcissism.

His Devilgram page is suddenly transformed into a baby page. Asmo also loves to spoil the little one.

When the baby has to leave, Asmo is heartbroken, just wailing dramatically, and no one is sure whether his reaction is real or just an act or maybe an overexaggeration.

Mammon wants to sell the baby clothes Asmo brought, now useless to the brothers, but Asmodeus instead gives them to the family that adopted the baby, making the new parets to swear that they will always make sure the baby is looking stylish and cute.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Asmodeus actually keeps one article of baby clothing to himself, not daring to get rid of it. It was his favorite one, and seeing it always reminded him of the baby.

He secretly hopes he one day has some use for the baby outfit again..

Beelzebub is another one that is very excited about the newcomer! He is naturally a nurturing and caring person, so caring for the weak and vulnerable baby comes to him naturally.

Although at the same time, he is scared that he will break or hurt the baby with his sheer size, so he refuses to hold the baby at first.

He's also slightly worried that he'll mistake the baby for a big potato, so he keeps a respectful distance to the child at first.

But even so, you often find Beel just cooing at the baby or looking at it longingly and with love.

After a while, you just sit Beel down and tell him that you trust him and that you know that Beel won't hurt or eat the baby. After much encouragement, Beel asks if he can hold the baby.

You give the child to Beelzebub, who looks like a kid at Christmas. His eyes are just shining, there's a wide yet soft smile on his face and he's visibly happy and ecstatic.

After that, Beel wants nothing more than to be around the baby. 'I've had this baby for a day, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this house and then myself.' -attitude.

Wants to name the kid Lilith or a variation of it, no matter the gender.

Beelzebub is such a good caretaker: He's willing to do anything and everything for the baby; feed it (even if it's hard for him to resist eating the food), change it, bathe it, put it to sleep, play with it, calm it down.. He's down with anything, as long as he can be around the baby.

He was one of the louder complainers after Lucifer tried to get rid of the baby, and that struck Lucifer; Beel rarely ever stood up against him. But Beelzebub was visibly attached to the kid.

When the baby was adopted, he was really down for a while. He sobbed as he saying his goodbyes to the kid, looking like a kicked puppy. He even lost some of his appetite for some weeks.

One evening you even found him cooing at the air, pretending he was cooing at the baby. It was heartbreaking.

Might just straight up ask you if you were open to having a child with him, especially if you two were in an established relationship.

If you say yes, you better prepare yourself; Beel won't waste any time getting the project started.

Belphegor would've probably been the last one to find out about the baby if Beelzebub wouldn't have ran straight into the attic after finding out about the baby himself.

While Beelzebub was excited about the baby, Belphegor was mostly inconvenienced.

Babies were loud. They cried and they screamed. And loud noises such as those make it harder for Belphie to sleep. Less sleep = grumpy avatar of sloth.

So he mostly stays out of the child's way, unless you really asked him or he happened to feel somewhat energized.

But you better pay him back for his services with some sleepy cuddles. Belphie's babysitting services aren't for free, you know?

There's one job he's amazing at, though: at putting the baby to sleep. And doing that is something he won't grumble about. He kinda likes it, even if he doesn't admit it.

Almost every time you find them both sound asleep afterwards.

One morning he wakes up, finding that there's a party in his bed; Beelzebub had pushed his bed right next to his, and now he was in the middle of a sandwich, consisting of you, Belphie the baby and Beel.

The baby's in this box so it won't get crushed. The baby seemingly likes the box.

At that moment Belphie realizes that maybe.. Maybe this isn't so bad. Maybe the baby isn't so bad.

Well, he has deamt of moving out with you and Beel before, so maybe adding a baby to the mix isn't the worst idea?

Starts to dream about what kind of family you guys would make, even if he doesn't speak about it.

When the baby is gone, he's saddened but mostly just doing his best to comfort Beelzebub, who is absolutely distraught, hiding his own sorrow and masking it with concern for his twin brother.

~*~

A/N: Thank you for reading if you made it this far! Sorry if these ones aren't that good, I didn't have a lot of time to think about these or write them.. But I hope it offered someone some happiness! I might proofread this later again when I have time, but I just really wanted to publish something now.

[thefanficmonster]

Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

                                                             *  *  *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

                                                            *  *  *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

 Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor.  And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

[scribbling-dragon]

Shifting Perspective

Chapter 3

Summary:

A wolf in a sheep pen.

(AO3 Link)

(Masterpost)

(3,073 words)

He begins to feel a little uncomfortable after a full minute of staring. Lizzie’s sat a sensible distance away, several feet away from anywhere he could reach if he tried to. Joel tried to sit with Jimmy, but she wouldn't let him, dragging him over to the sofa and making him stay there.

Pixl’s stood a little closer to him, but he keeps giving him weird looks, ones that he can't quite decipher, and they're beginning to make him nervous. He’s not really sure why Jimmy made the soldiers leave, especially as he tries for the fourth time in the last minute to stroke him. He snaps at him again, loosening the lead around his muzzle a little, allowing him to open his mouth a little wider.

None of them tighten it again, even though he watches Pixl look directly at him as he loosens it. “I think he might just not want to be pet, Jimmy.” Pixl says, taking a step closer, taking his eyes off of him, which is a bold move.

“Is this just your animal day or something? A slightly feral otter first, a wolf second?” Lizzie grins a little at Jimmy, but he doesn't miss the way her eyes dart over to him, a little bit of fear glimmering in their depths.

“That otter wasn't feral.” Jimmy shakes his head, denying it at the same time Joel asks, “What otter?”

Lizzie turns to him with a grin, eyes darting over to Pixl as well. “Did I not tell you?” They both shake their heads, and she frowns. “I could've sworn I told you guys at dinner,” she shrugs, “No matter. Basically, when me and Jimmy were wandering near the border with Mythland, Jimmy hears something in the bushes, and he immediately starts to freak out, going, ‘oh there’s people coming to invade us, we’re all gonna die.’”

“I did not say that.” Jimmy protests, pausing his attempts to stroke him to twist and look at his sister.

“Hush. It was something along those lines, I can't remember the exact wording,” she flaps her hand at him, “And I say, ‘sure, but it probably isn't people invading us’-”

“I didn't say that.” Jimmy interrupts her again, frowning at her.

“And I told you to be quiet, I'm older than you, you have to listen to me. And we go into this clearing, and Jimmy’s ahead of me, and I hear him ask me if I've ever seen a white otter before. And I haven't, but I've seen pictures of them, you know, like albinos, with their pink eyes and white fur. So I just assumed it was this. I go into the clearing, and this dumb motherfucker goes and picks the otter up, because it’s ‘hurt’.”

“It was!” Jimmy protests, turning away from him again, “There was a massive slash on its shoulder!” He shifts a little where he’s sat, hoping to angle his shoulder towards a wall where they can’t see the parting in his fur where that exact same cut still is. Pixl looks over to him, and he freezes in place, meeting his eyes. Pixl blinks, and then looks away, back to Lizzie, where she’s continuing her story.

“And the otter gets away, it just dives into the water and starts swimming away. And Jimmy, our sweet swamp boy, dives after it. Even though it had literally just ripped a chunk out of his arm.”

“I'm fine though.” Jimmy waves his hand at his allies, the bandage around his arm obvious against the dark fabric of his clothes.

“That does not change the fact that you chased an otter that had just bitten you. You give up at that point. Best part,” Lizzie looks around her audience, obviously getting into the role as the storyteller, “He catches the otter again.”

That was definitely not the best part. He just wanted to go home at that point, thanks. He gives Pixl a nasty look when he glances in his direction again.

“At that point I just want to go home, so I tell him to let the poor otter go, and he gives me the most kicked puppy look I've ever seen from him.” She pauses a little, obviously ending her story. “I don't think the otter was an albino though,” he looks back to her, heart picking up a little at that, “It didn't have the pink eyes they normally have, they were a really bright blue, which is not a normal colour for otter eyes.” She pauses again, looking around the room. Her eyes land on him, and he watches as her own blue eyes brighten a little. “They were almost the exact same colour as that wolf’s eyes, actually.” She points to him, and everyone in the room turns to look at him.

He freezes a little, unsure of how to progress from here, eyes flicking between each of the people staring at him in what he hopes is a ‘I'm just a stupid wolf that wonders why you're looking at it’ look, and not one with any kind of intelligence.

“That’s...odd.” Pixl nods a little, looking back to Lizzie, before taking a step closer to him. He sits beside Jimmy, reaching his hand out a little. He growls at him a little, a warning that has been heeded so far throughout this whole...experience. Pixl ignores his warning, pushing his hand beneath his nose and giving him a small smile.

His growl still rumbles through the whole room, and he’s pretty sure all of its occupants know he could kill one of them if he wanted to right now. He’s probably heavier than two of them combined. Pixl still ignores all of this, even as his allies- possibly friends watch him do something that will probably end with him losing a hand.

Pixl brushes his hand along the edge of his jaw, scratching a little at the fur there in a way dogs normally like. He ignores the feeling, continuing to growl, turning his head so he can stare Pixl directly in the eyes.

“Uh, Pix?”

“I'm doing something,” the Pixandrian doesn't even look away from him, rising to the challenge and keeping eye contact, “Give me a moment.” He shifts a little, crossing his legs and leaning forward a little, brushing his hand up the side of his head and scratching at the fur beside his ears.

His growl stutters and fades away with that. Staring at Pixl as the man continues to scratch his ears. He doesn't think he’s ever met someone that would willingly scratch the ears of a wolf that’s almost as large as them. He’s pretty sure Jimmy and all of his allies are crazy, actually.

“See.” Pixl looks away from him, losing the challenge, looking around each of his friends as he grins, “He’s just a big softie.” He pulls his head back a little at that, taking offense at the fact that he, a massive wolf that has just spent the last hour silently threatening to kill them, a ‘softie’.

“I don't think he likes that.” Jimmy smiles a little nervously, maybe just realising that he’s sitting next to a giant fucking wolf.

“Nah.” Pixl continues to scratch at the back of his head, standing up a little to brush his hand down his back. “Look at him, he just wants love and attention.” His eyes remain trained on him as he speaks, as though he’s waiting for some kind of reaction from him.

His hand brushes over the scratch on his shoulder, which is a lot larger as a wolf, by the way, and it twinges in pain, sending a small bolt up his body. He turns and snaps at him, the lead around his muzzle finally snapping away, leaving him with the ability to clamp his teeth around Pixl’s arm.

He doesn't bite down too hard, mainly just holding Pixl’s arm in his mouth, teeth only holding onto him. The shouts that instantly surround him are a lot louder than when he’s a person, and he curls his lip, growling at them as they continue to shout. He feels a hand on him, but he doesn't release Pixl’s arm to bite at them, keeping him held firmly.

“Guys!” Pixl shouts, and even he winces a little, giving him a dirty look at how loud he had been. “I'm fine. I swear.”

“The wolf literally is holding onto your arm, and you're saying you're fine?” Joel questions, voice slightly hysterical as he stares at him, eyes wide.

“Yeah, but he’s not digging his teeth in, he’s just kind of...holding me.” Pixl wiggles the fingers on his hand a little, as though to prove a point.

“Can he...let go?” Lizzie asks, taking a small step back from him once she realises he’s not actively mauling Pixl.

“If he feels like it, I guess.” Pixl shrugs, entirely too casual and unaffected by the fact that he’s currently being bitten by a wolf. “I think he’s got an injury on his shoulder, maybe he had a similar accident to the otter you met earlier.” He gives him a significant look at that, as though it’s meant to mean something to him.

A cold wave of fear washes over him at that, freezing him from the inside out as he realises there’s a possibility that Pixl knows what he is- who he is. He almost lets go of him then, but he doesn't, because that would simply be confirming his theory. He doesn't move at all, remaining the same and hoping Pixl didn't notice his one, small crack in the mask he’s currently wearing.

Jimmy takes a step back from Pixl, still looking a little worriedly at his friend. “I don't think he’s going to be able to stay here.”

“He was never going to stay here.” Pixl looks at Jimmy seriously. “Some wolves might be tameable, but this one is definitely not, this is a wild animal, and you've got to realise that sometimes.” He doesn't actually know what Jimmy thought was going to happen, but it is definitely not possible if he wanted him to stay here.

“I know,” Jimmy frowns, “But he’s very big, and fluffy, and I guess it was just wishful thinking.”

“It was, just a little bit, but I'm heading out now, want me to take him with me?” Pixl offers, still standing with his arm in his mouth. He’s honestly not sure why he’s holding on anymore, and he pulls away from it, trying to get the taste and feeling of sand out of his mouth. How does he still have sand on him this far away from the desert?

“If you're sure.” Lizzie eyes him a little, “He did just bite you.”

“And he’s let go now. I’ll be fine.” He grabs onto the lead around his neck, slowly beginning to guide him out of the door; he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed by the lead anymore, too relieved to finally be getting out of there.

Jimmy opens the door for them, and he watches them go, closing it after a moment, removing a little more light from the street. Most of the lanterns have been extinguished now, leaving them in a relative darkness. There’s very few guards out on the streets, and even then, they give them a very wide berth when they see him.

Pixl guides him out of the streets patiently, not tightening the lead around his neck once, content to let them meander down the streets at a calm pace. The night air smells fresh, but it’s lacking the normal, frosty tang that comes with mountain air, and he finds himself missing it a little bit, even as his breath curls around his face in misty breaths.

Pixl only pauses when they're well outside of the city walls, turning to face him. His eyes shine in the darkness, reflecting the light of the moon. He’s sure his own eyes are doing the same. The odd solemnity in his expression serves to unnerve him a little bit.

“I don't think you're a wolf.” Pixl finally says, eyes remaining focused on him. “I don't know who you are, but I know that you're a shapeshifter. I also don't know how you ended up here, really.” He looks away, his own breath misting in the air and curling around his face, giving the whole conversation an almost ethereal feel.

“I'm sure you're absolutely ecstatic to know that I've figured out your secret.” He lets out a humourless laugh, looking back at him. “But I'm not going to tell anyone. Just- just know that you can come to Pixadria if you need to, even if we’re somehow enemies. I don't care, you're welcome in Pixandria, I want you to come to me personally if you ever need it. Okay?” He finds himself nodding, even as he promises himself he’ll never take him up on the offer. It’s so absurd he almost laughs, the idea of the Rivendell king visiting Pixandria to ask for help.

“That’s good, that’s good.” Pixl nods, slowly letting go of the lead and grabbing onto the bit around his neck, beginning to loosen it. He allows Pixl to pull it over his head, running a hand down the side of his face and giving him a small pat. “May Merikh look favourably upon you tonight, my friend.”

He turns, leaving him in the clearing, alone, standing beneath the moonlight. He waits for a few moments longer, before setting off in the direction Pixl had left in, sticking to the trees as the copper plates of his armour comes into view.

He watches, crouched low behind a few sparse bushes as Pixl glances around himself, the lenses on his goggles glinting as he surveys the surrounding area. He blinks, and Pixl is gone, in his place a barn owl swoops low in the sky, slowly making his way across the ocean again.

He shifts back slowly, under the cover of the nearby trees, shaking his wings out as he remains crouched behind the bushes. Watching the place that Pixl had disappeared to moments ago.

The wind is cold when he takes to the skies, and it attempts to drag him back to the earth as he soars over mountain peaks, small snow clouds forming overhead, promising snow the next day. He’ll have to send out a message to a few of his guards, make sure everyone is aware of the impending snow storm.

His house is empty when he arrives at it. Not even the owls remain, and the candles have long burnt down, wax dripping over the side of their holders. He releases a sigh he didn't realise he was holding, making his slow way over to his bed.

The sleep that awaits him is dark and dreamless.

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They watch as the Pixandrian king emerges from the Codfather’s house, leading a great white wolf from within the warm glow. It spills out across the doorstep, bathing the road in light and glazing it in gold.

They watch as the king leads the wolf down the steps, the great white beast tame at his side as he gives his goodbyes to his allies. The door shuts, and the street is dark again, devoid of any colour and light. There is nothing but black and white beneath the moon’s gentle gaze.

They follow the king, watching as they lead the wolf down the streets they have wandered since they were a child. He guides it past the apple stand their friend owns, closed down and locked for the night.

He sends it down twisting roads and alleyways, nodding to each of the soldiers they pass, even as they shy away in fear, eyes glittering in the faint lantern light that barely illuminates their streets. They watch with a mounting anger as the man and his wolf remain unaffected, simply smiling at each terrified citizen they pass by.

They watch as windows slam shut, citizens peeking out of their blinds carefully and watching as they pass by, waiting for them to leave again, so they can sleep without fear, so their children can rest easy at night.

They follow them beyond the city walls, easily slipping between two guards as the shift changes, following them out into the marshes beyond. They move erratically, obviously hoping to avoid the wetter patches. They have no such qualms, they were born for the water, and they take pride in the way they silently make their way through the deeper patches, watching as the king has to take a longer route around.

The king stops in the middle of the clearing, cloaked by trees. He’s far enough into the clearing that they can’t get close enough to listen to whatever he says, simply watching as his mouth moves, and the wolf nods. Their eyes both glow in the light, and they get scared, more than once, that there are several more surrounding them, simply watching and waiting for their prey to let its guard down.

The wolf waits as the king leaves, watching as he treks through the forest. It hesitates a moment longer before following behind him, silent among the undergrowth. They follow behind it, watching and pausing when the wolf does, watching it track the Pixandrian to the ocean. They can smell the salt on the breeze.

When they arrive, the king is already gone, and the wolf is left staring at the moon. It turns around, and they think it's seen them. They retreat further into their bush, only able to watch as the wolf ripples and changes.

The wolf is no longer, and a person stands before them. Their shape is indistinct, and they disappear into the forest. They don't follow them, holding their breath as they sit in that bush. They don't know how long they sit there for, but when the sun rises, they run back to the empire, tears beading in their eyes as they approach the walls.

The guards let them in, sending worried looks between each other as a few tears escape the corners of their eyes, running down their face in small tracks. They hurry through the streets, between the people setting up their stalls and shops for the day, ignoring the pleasant greetings thrown their way.

They arrive at the Codfather’s door. They knock once, and it echoes as they stand still, the wood beneath their feet creaking.

“Hello?”

[12tardis]

Drunken Smiles (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: alcohol mentions, obnoxious Theseus AGAIN Requested: Yes! Anon requested drunk Newt! Cute silent moments where he gets distracted and drinks someone elses drink. I hope you like it anon! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you meant. Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader Summary: Your boyfriend Newt hasn’t gotten drunk in front of you for years after he embarrassed himself back during your Hogwarts days. He seems to have a strange habit involving you when he drinks a little too much. Features obnoxious older brother Theseus and even some teasing Leta. Also features the bully from ‘Love Language’.

A/N: Inspired by my favourite manager who kept referring to his girlfriend as his wife for years whenever he was drunk. They’re married now <3 I hope you like. Please send me more requests!

Words: 3,270 Taglist:  @moonkissk7​ @just-an-outstanding-auror​

The music in the small jazz lounge was thrumming in your ears as you smiled back at your boyfriend adoringly, sipping on your drink as the two of you drifted closer together in the small booth. You had just finished up at one of his book signings and had knocked back a few drinks each as you waited for Theseus and Leta to join you shortly.

 “Oh hello,” you giggled when he scooted into the booth right next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing an affectionate smooch to your cheek, taking your hand in his free one and then pressing a series of kisses to your knuckles. You were pleasantly buzzed from the mulled mead you’d had so far but Newt was clearly a little more on the tipsy side as he was suddenly lavishing you with unabashed affection that was usually reserved for the privacy of your own home.

 “Hello, darling girl. My muse, my...my angel in disguise. Wait no not disguise because you’re clearly otherworldly”, he paused his rambling to hum to himself in thought and you giggled again, feeling your cheeks warm as you looked back at him.

 “Newton, what?” You chuckled, reaching up to card your fingers through his unruly locks, watching him frown as he tried to find the words he was trying to say. He pouted to himself when he came up short and you pressed a kiss to his cheek with a fond smile “it’s okay, I don’t expect you to be a romantic poet when you’re drunk too.”

 “I’m not drunk!” Newt huffed, looking back you in offence and huffing again to himself “I was just trying to tell my girlfriend how important she is to me”, he sighed, slumping back against the booth and you smiled softly at him, leaning in to brush your lips against his slowly and that’s how you knew he was a lot more tipsy than he let on. Because usually in public, Newt only returned short and sweet kisses but this time he slipped his arms around you and kissed you back slowly with a soft but happy sigh.

 And in your slightly buzzed state you too allowed yourself to lean more into the kiss, sitting back quickly when some other patrons accidentally brushed against you as they made their way through the rapidly filling club.

 You glanced down at Newt’s watch, straightening your dress out “they’ll be here soon. Let’s go get us some more drinks before the bar gets swamped?”, you tugged Newt to his feet, smiling as his arm wrapped around your waist again as he lead you towards the bar.

 Newt had refused to drink around you other than a few casual drinks after your first and last time getting drunk together had resulted in him embarrassing himself. And as he pulled you closer into his side when another gentleman smiled a little too warmly at you, you couldn’t help but remember that time in your seventh year.

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You and Newt had practically sprinted to The Three Broomsticks once you’d both finished your N.E.W.Ts exams, knocking back all the strongest drinks they had on offer in celebration. You were sitting, pressed up together in the corner of the pub laughing as you reminisced over some of your memories together when Newt suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist.

Physical affection was no stranger to your friendship. In fact, usually not a single conversation or interaction went by without you touching one another in some way but Newt usually only ever slung his arm around your waist when you were cold or in need of comfort, or in those instances when you would perch yourself in his lap and he did so to steady you.

 What you hadn’t realised was that Zachary Lindensbaum had stepped into the pub flanked by his buddies, prompting such a response from Newt. He was the very same douchebag that had asked you out on a date the previous year only to humiliate you in front of half the school when he loudly announced it was all a prank and Newt felt a surge of protectiveness when he spotted him arrive, remembering how upset you had been that time.

 Protectiveness as well as an undeniable flare of jealousy at the memories that cropped up of Zachary spending those few days wooing you with his smarmy pickup lines, half wilted roses and messy love letters- if you could even call them that.

 Newt had been so certain he had experienced his first real heart-break when he saw you smile shyly back at the Gryffindor beater the year before. But then only a week later he was the one to find you crying, beside yourself with humiliation and he felt utter disdain and contempt for the first time in his life.

 So when he saw that Zachary had spotted you and the way his eyes lit up as he made a bee line towards your table, Newt curled his arm even tighter around you. You stopped mid-way through your story when you felt Newt pulling you into him and you looked over at him, following his line of sight and swallowing thickly when you saw Zachary.

 You hadn’t spoken to the other male since that day and you had really hoped to keep it that way but now you straightened up in your seat, bracing yourself for whatever Zachary had to say this time. Your jaw dropped however when Newt held a hand up towards the other male “Nope. Absolutely not.”

 Zachary had already slipped onto the bench across from you when Newt spoke and he just stared back at him dumbly for a moment “I’m sorry what?” he frowned, his eyes flicking between you two but you were just as gobsmacked too.

 Newt simply shook his head, making a shooing motion at Zachary “Nope”, he repeated, popping the ‘p’ while his other hand began to soothe up and down along your side in an attempt to calm you.

 “Nope what, Scamander? I just sat down”, Zachary scoffed back at him, his temper rapidly rising causing you to press into Newt anxiously.

 “And you’re leaving now. You’re not sitting here, you’re not welcome. We don’t want to hear what you have to say. Off you go,” Newt countered firmly, fixing the male with a cold stare.

 Newt spoke so matter of factly that you couldn’t believe your ears and neither could Zachary apparently because he just gaped at Newt for another minute before he got up from his seat wordlessly and left.

 You watched until Zachary and his friends were long out of sight before you looked up at Newt, your head spinning from a mixture of alcohol and the sheer shock of Newt so confidently sending your harasser away like a complete badass.

 Newt smiled back down at you, promptly slipping back into his usual sweet demeanour as he tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear “I think we need more drinks don’t you?” he hummed, his confidence leaving you breathless.

 The night wore on and you were both soon completely sloshed, leaning on each other and the table for support as you both slurred through your words. You got up from the table clumsily, giggling at Newt’s equally as clumsy attempt to steady you as he looked up at you like a kicked puppy “Y/N where going?” he drawled, clutching your hand.

 “Bathroom. Be right back.”, you hiccupped and your words were considerably clearer than his but it took you much longer to form your sentences. You made your way to the bathroom, emerging a while later and freezing in your tracks, sobering up immediately when you saw Newt standing cornered by Zachary and two of his burly friends.

 “SHE IS SO FAR OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE IT’S A JOKE!” Newt shouted, moving right into Zachary’s personal space as other patrons began to crowd around, wanting to catch a peek at the drama unfolding.

 You stood frozen by the bathroom door, staring at Newt in shock and rising fear when you saw Zachary’s fists clenched in response, but your alcohol addled state wasn’t allowing your feet to cooperate with your brain. In your mind you were already at Newt’s side, pulling him back from impending harm but in reality you were standing there dumbfounded.

 “What and you think a freak like you is more her league?!”, Zachary shouted back and Newt didn’t even flinch as he shook his head.

 “No. No one is this god forsaken school is good enough for her! You’re a total idiot for throwing away your shot like you did! And a- a complete Neanderthal for hurting her like that!”

 Zachary didn’t even have a chance to form a retort because Newt was continuing to rant on about all the reasons why he had messed up.

 “You could have been with the most loyal, kind hearted, passionate, breathtaking woman to exist! The most incredible, adorable, and strong woman but instead you decided to be a cruel and blithering idiot!”

 You stared at Newt with your mouth agape, feeling your heart race and not just from the alcohol as you took in his words. Some of your peers were staring back at you too because they knew he was talking about you even though he hadn’t used your name. It was only ever you.

 “I wish I’d had half a mind to make your hair permanently purple!”, Newt shouted, and all the other students went silent in shock as Zachary grit his teeth. Zachary’s purple hair had been the talk of the school for several weeks, leaving the other boy humiliated everywhere he went.

 “I KNEW it was you that swapped out my shampoo!” Zachary shouted back at him, his fist colliding with Newt’s face not a second later in a sickening crunch. And your brain finally snapped into gear as you ran to Newt, shoving past Zachary and his friends to grasp his shoulders “Newt!”

 Newt gripped his face in pain as he stumbled back, growing enraged again when he heard one of Zachary’s friends sneer “all over some Hufflepuff bitch,” which drew a few disgusted gasps from the surrounding crowd.

 “YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”, Newt shouted, going to shove the guy that had insulted you but you grabbed two jugs of iced water from the bar and threw them over the group of boys before any more punches could be thrown.

 They all gasped collectively at the shock from the ice water drenching them and some of the bartenders took the chance to grab Zachary’s sidekicks, throwing them out of the pub while the maître d’, Dottie, threw a mop and bucket and some towels at Newt and Zachary angrily.

 “Clean up your mess and piss off! And you lot, stop gawking like twits! Nothin’ to see here!” Dottie scowled, making sure the crowd dispersed before she turned to you, taking the empty jugs from your hands.

You immediately began to stutter, apologising profusely for the mess you’d caused but Dottie simply waved her hand at you dismissively. She was an plump, older woman who could be truly intimidating when she needed to be.

 “No harm done, blossom. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you two helping me clean up the last time things got rowdy.” she smiled warmly, pushing you to sit down before she handed you a glass of water, seeing how tipsy and sleepy you were.

 You shot Zachary a cold glare when he shoved past Newt after cleaning up the area and once he was gone you began fussing over Newt and his split lip.

 You were so far gone you didn’t trust your ability to perform a healing charm on him so you let out a breath of relief when Dottie appeared with an ice pack that you gratefully took from her.

 “Oh Newt, you shouldn’t have done that,” you sighed, holding the ice pack up to his lip and gently brushing his hair back from his eyes, sighing when he looked back at you with wide doe eyes “he was being an ass!”

 You sighed again as you shook your head at him, feeling incredibly guilty for not stepping in sooner “I know but you went and got yourself hurt, Newt.”

 Newt looked back at you with a dazed and dreamy smile, taking your hand “anything for my wife,” he murmured and you looked up at Dottie when the woman cackled in response, clapping Newt in the shoulder.

 “Deary me, son. I think ya gettin’ ahead of yourself. There’s a couple steps in between ya know, girlfriend, fiancé?”, she chuckled again when Newt shook his head, pointing a finger in your direction. “Nope. That’s my wife,” he said matter-of-factly, smiling back at you with pride.

 You were openly gawking at Newt now, your cheeks warm and your stomach flipping but you didn’t allow yourself to believe the adoring expression he wore. Instead you looked up at Dottie in alarm.

 “Oh my stars he’s concussed! I’ve gotta take him to the med bay!” you panicked, quickly stumbling to your feet while Newt continued to spout nonsense at you.

 But Dottie was quick to placate you, having one of her co-workers who was also a nurse come and check Newt over.

 Within half an hour the two of you were headed back to the castle hand in hand and Newt was mortified and made you promise that you would never discuss the events of the night again.

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 You couldn’t help but laugh as you reminisced on Newt’s drunk shenanigans, leaning into his side while he ordered a round of drinks for the pair of you and Theseus and Leta. He looked down at you, raising an eyebrow “are you laughing at me again?” He asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at you.

 You shook your head, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek and before you could respond, Newt had knocked back the drink in front of him in one gulp.

In his tipsy state he had thought the drink was his own, completely failing to notice it was a different colour and served in a different glass to what he’d been drinking already.

 “Merlin that is NOT mulled mead!”, he gasped with wide eyes, his throat burning while the bartender stared back at him.

 “Hey! That’s my drink!”, a gentleman beside Newt complained just as the bartender shook his head in annoyance. You quickly intervened, paying for the drinks and a replacement for the disgruntled stranger beside you.

 Theseus and Leta appeared then, helping you to carry the drinks. “Newt, did I just see you shot a hogs tea?” Theseus asked incredulously, gripping his brother by the shoulder and you snapped your head up to look at Newt with wide eyes “Hogs tea!? He was already tipsy before!”

 Newt nodded, sitting down clumsily in the booth beside you while you hugged the couple in greeting.

The second you had pulled away from Leta, Newt wasted no time in tugging you into the booth beside him, wrapping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder.

 “Yes, definitely hogs tea”, Newt murmured, already beginning to slur his words. Leta and Theseus sat down across from you both, surprised to see Newt being so cuddly towards you. His affections for you had never been a secret but to see him so unreserved as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder and nuzzled at your neck was startling to the pair.

 “Newt, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk,” Leta said as Theseus nodded quickly in agreement.

 “Even I’ve only seen it a handful of times. What about you Y/N?”, he asked curiously, trying not to laugh at how flustered you were getting as Newt just smiled down at you with a love struck smile.

 “Only once before. After our N.E.W.Ts”, you murmured looking back at your boyfriend while Leta snorted at the memory. She’d heard about the drama the following day.

 “ ‘Mnot drunk thank you very much”, Newt protested with an irritated scowl, holding a finger up to Theseus challengingly and you giggled as you took his hand in your own, effectively drawing his attention back to you. You watched him as his features smoothed out again and he was gazing back at you in awe once again.

 “My beautiful wife,” he murmured, raising your hand to his lips and your mouth dropped in response as you felt your cheeks flush warm.

 Theseus slapped his hand on the table excitedly, practically bouncing with joy because he knew Newt had been planning to propose for a few months now. “What did you finally-OW” , he frowned when Leta stomped on his foot under the table.

 She too was excited at the prospect but she was much quicker to notice the surprise on your face and the obvious lack of a ring on your hand. There was no way she was about to let her boyfriend spoil her best friends eventual proposal.

 Thankfully you were completely oblivious as usual, shaking your head at Theseus “no he’s just drunk. He did this exact same thing last time- except I thought he was concussed then,” you breathed out, looking back at your boyfriend in wonder.

 You stayed at the club for another hour or so, glad to catch up with Theseus and Leta even though you were very distracted by how handsy and cuddly Newt was being. Theseus of course found the whole situation to be hilarious and decided to start correcting his brother, grinning at how increasingly frustrated Newt was growing.

“Water for my wife!” Newt announced proudly, setting a glass in front of you and only spilling a bit of it as he returned to his spot beside you, slinging his arm around your waist.

 “Your girlfriend you mean,” Theseus corrected with a slight smirk when Leta shot him an exasperated look.

 “No. Wife.”

 “Girlfriend.”

 “Wife.”

 And even Leta was starting to smile now watching the brothers bicker while you just watched on with a bewildered smile.

 “Oh you mean, MY wife?”, Theseus questioned, mocking confusion as he reached for your hand, gesturing to himself.

 “No!”, Newt huffed, slapping Theseus’ hand away and curling his arm around you tighter and this time Leta grinned as she decided to tease her friend too, taking your hand in her own.

 “My wife?”, she smirked, pressing a loud smooch to the back of your hand making you giggle.

 “NO!” Newt gasped with wide eyes, looking so miserable that you quickly took pity on him, slipping your hand out of Leta’s and cupping his face in your hands.

 “Okay okay! Honey I think it’s time we got you home”, you smiled sweetly at him before you brushed your lips against his and Newt promptly relaxed again.

 You said your goodbyes to Theseus and Leta before you made your way back to your flat with Newt. You didn’t correct him once, allowing yourself to enjoy the illusion of being Mrs. Scamander like you so wished to be.

 And when Newt woke the following morning with a pounding headache you were beside him waiting with a light breakfast and a cup of tea ready for him.

 “Merlin, did I do anything embarrassing last night?” Newt groaned, setting his hand on your knee as he sat up gingerly.

 “Not at all my, love,” you smiled, passing him his tea and leaning in to press a kiss to his head “nothing at all.”

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[jimalim]

Because we already have too much stuff to write, @i-can-see-queerly-now and I randomly tag teamed this fun outline for a Leatin AU based off this prompt I saw on my dash. Enjoy!

“romcom about a lesbian seamstress and the joann employee who falls a little bit more in love every time she asks the corporate-mandated “so what are you making with this?” question and the seamstress goes on a passionate rant about her project it’s called girlfriend material”

Fatin's talent is noticed, and she gets a job designing for celebs and is so swamped with work she stops coming into the shop and Leah is sad her fave customer hasn’t been in for over a month

All her decades older coworkers tease Leah about having a crush on "that cute fast talker with the big hoops" The day Fatin comes back after a month of not being able to, she's so bummed cause Leah isn't working.

The coworkers are total wingman type tho

Leah's old lady manager who is like a loveable aunt to her, ends up giving Fatin Leah's number. She doesn't even preamble, just gives it to her unprompted saying "just cause" and winks at her

 Leah totally freaks when Fatin texts her

She doesn't believe it's actually Fatin. Assumes it's a coworker fucking with her

 Fatin totally sends her a selfie as proof

Bonus points of she takes it in the store with Doris (the coworker) photo bombing

Doris would text her "you’re welcome" after

All the other coworkers call foul play interference because they all had a side bet going on about when they'd finally get together.

Doris wins the bet and says it was fair game, she’s just smarter than them

Leah pretends to be upset but ultimately defends Doris' win because she's so grateful (Fatin's taking her out the next day)

She’s only a little embarrassed that they made bets on her. She didn’t think she was that obvious

"Oh honey, you turned into a sad puppy every time she left."

Leah made a comment once about how much she likes to read and Fatin remembered it so she takes her to a cool bookstore

Leah gets to info dump this time and Fatin is like "omg is this how I sound when I come into the store?" And Leah thinks Fatin thinks it's like a bad thing but Fatin flirts "no wonder you fell for me, it’s cute as hell" and she gives her major heart eyes the whole time

Leah just walks around the store looking at all the sections (it’s like a mom and pop shop and filled floor to ceiling with books). Leah never got the chance to go there. Fatin follows her around and just listens to her ramble

Fatin's loving every second of it because it's so refreshing to meet someone who also has a passion they are serious about because they love it, not because they are hustling/networking like most people she meets

Leah is just so energetic and full of life and it makes Fatin's heart all warm and fuzzy. I think Leah looks at a book and wants to buy it, but she’s a broke college student so she can’t afford it and Fatin offers to buy it but Leah politely declines. When they’re done in the bookstore, Fatin says she will meet her outside and buys it anyways. Leah might give her a kiss on the cheek as thank you because she’s too nervous to give her a kiss on the lips

Leah still promises to repay her somehow, and Fatin just asks for a second date which obviously Leah doesn't object to

Second date Leah finally gets the courage to kiss Fatin

[aaronpullinteeth]

I've been thinking about a cool way to bring Bray Wyatt back once he's ready.

I think it would be cool if Bray came back as Alexa's bodyguard. But he returns as Cult Leader / Swamp Father style Bray. He follows her around like a loyal puppy. Stands between her and anyone who steps to her. Putting everyone down but we don't see The Fiend. We don't even see Funhouse Bray. He doesn't even use the Mandible Claw.

Every so often when Alexa is cutting a promo in her "Playground" Bray sort of flickers back to some Funhouse Bray mannerisms. But he snaps himself out of it. Alexa doesn't notice these little moments.

Bray is seen asking Alexa "Where is he?" from time to time. Not every week. Don't want to over do it. But from time to time he asks. Every time he gets the same reply. "He's being a good boy".

After some time Cena comes back to WWE (doesn't have to interact with Bray or Alexa, he can do but it's not needed for the narrative). This seems to cause something to snap in Bray. He goes into a panic. He's freaking the hell out. To the point Alexa has to keep calming him down. She eventually asks him what's gotten into him. He responds "He must be gone. He has to be. How else could John have escaped? You hurt him, didn't you?" Alexa keeps shutting Bray down with this. "Why would I do that? I love him. You're imagining things." By this time Alexa is women's champion. She's used Bray to help her win the belt and retain it.

Bray is now becoming more and more like Funhouse Bray. Every week a few more mannerisms come back. Bits of the Funhouse attire come back. He trims down his beard again. Alexa obviously notices and keeps telling him to stop. "Stop what? I'm here to help you. That's what you want, isn't it?"

This builds to Alexa going out to defend her women's title and Bray doesn't come out with her to the ring. For the first time in months he's not there and this is clearly bothering Alexa. Part way through the match the Firefly Funhouse theme plays and the puppets start to appear on screen. "You hurt him, Alexa." "You used him." "He only wanted to help you, Alexa." "You locked him away." "Threw away the key." "Let his enemies get free." "All for your own gain." "Guess what, Alexa?" *Zoom out to Mercy pulling Lilly to pieces* "Run." The lights go out, when they're back, wherever the ref was standing is now The Fiend.

Now you can either do one of two things here, depending on how brave WWE are feeling. Either Bray uses the mandible claw on Alexa and whoever is challenging her pins her for the belt. Or, my preferred option, the challenger be Liv Morgan. She then uses the mandible claw on Alexa instead and wins. She then takes The Fiend's hand and they vanish. Leaving Alexa in the ring.

[peachyproserpina]

Wickedly Domestic

John Wick x OC

Chapter 3: Meetings and Breakdowns

TW: none

Maria was sweating, not from her run, not from the meeting with the most dazzling person she had ever met. No, she was sweating because she was speeding trying to not be any more late them she already was with her meeting with the fucking CEO of her job. She pulled into a space in the underground parking lot before she threw on her heels and booked it to the elevator leading to the lobby. She could feel her calves complain while her tits were basically bouncing out of her bra. In her rush to get dressed and get out the door she didn't think to even put on tights or a good bra. The drive over had been a mess, she never understood while she bothered driving when she had to go into the city, there was always traffic. If there was something you could count on when it came to New York was traffic and tourists. She had managed to not rear end multiple people on the way into work but that did nothing to help her anxiety, adding the fact she was running late to this meeting and she was almost t-boned at an intersection she was panicking.

She could feel the anxiety build up in her veins and makes her blood run cold despite the fact she could run a hand down the back of her neck and come up with a bucket of sweat. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, tapping her nails on the screen of her phone, she checked the time and winced when she saw it was already half past 7. When the doors to the elevator finally dinged open she bit her lip and huddled in the back corner, there was only one other person she recognized in the elevator out of the 4 people already packed in. She couldn’t place a name to his face but his drab attire screamed ‘accounting’ to her. She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding and started to tackle the mess that was her hair.

She was still sweating and nervous and she could tell the other passengers in the car were getting tired of her tapping her toes. So busy freaking out about being late she didn’t notice when someone slid next to her and started picking at her hair with her; taking out the knots she couldn’t reach. She froze, someone was in her space, the elevator was filling up and if another intern thought they could feel her up because she was “new and fat” she was going to have a breakdown. She turned to face the intruder and let out a breath when she saw one of her friends. Arianna was working on getting the knots out of Maria’s hair, worrying her lip between her teeth before meeting Maria’s gaze and smiling.

“How’s it going dollface?” Arianna asked while she was rummaging through her bag to find her hair brush. Maria let out an audible breath before replying.

“Could be better, aren’t we like 30 minutes late to this meeting? As region manager you should be freaking the fuck out?”

“Maria, didn’t you get the email update? It was pushed back to 8 am. I told you to check your work email more often.” Arianna chided her, tugging playfully on Maria’s hair. Maria stuck her tongue out at her and moved onto working on her lipstick while her hair was being dealt with. Arianna fussed with her hair before giving up and dropping it back on her shoulders, she was the sole reason Maria has this job. Arianna was the one who vouched for her during the whole interview process, if it wasn’t for her she probably be washing dishes in a bar. While that isn’t a bad job it isn’t enough to keep up on her car payments.

“That’s good I guess. At least I can get something to eat and coffee before the meeting.” Maria unlocked her phone to a barrage of messages from her various group chats. She could feel her anxiety come back tenfold, usually her groups were quiet this early in the day. If everyone was up and making a ruckus someone was usually hurt, or in trouble. She furrowed her brow while she followed behind Arianna, letting her lead her to the line of the little cafe in the building. Opening her roommate chat she scrolled through the 100 plus messages she managed to miss in the short elevator trip up about 60 floors from the garage.

She started from the top, Tubbs, her cat got out again and hasn’t been home since Maria left for work. She cursed herself for leaving the front door unlocked in her rush to be on time. Tubbs was easily 20 pounds and had a knack for opening doors. She shuffled forward with the line,Bradley, her roommates dog would probably find Tubbs skulking around the property before her shift was done, so she wasn’t too worried. Her other roommate Libbie, who was woken up by the incessant ringing of the doorbell approximately 30 minutes ago had been messaging the chat since.

Libbie: I swear to FUCK Mari if you dont fucking ANSWER THESE I AM GOING TO KILL YOU MYSELF

Cooper: LOLOLOL calm down Libs, she was late to work

Mari: I have no fucking clue what yall are talking about.

Maria was brought back into the world by running into the order counter. She smiled when she saw her favorite barista working behind the counter. She rambled off her order before digging around her purse for her card. She was stopped when Mike, the barista stopped her.

“Don’t worry Mar, it’s on the house, you look like you need it.” Maria gaped like a fish and threw a $5.00 in the tip jar before walking away. Finding Arianna sitting on one of the plush couches she settled in next to her, turning her attention back to her phone. She was barraged by pictures of one of the most breathtaking flower arrangements she had ever seen. Delphiniums, peachy roses, purple hydrangeas, and dainty white bell flowers were all arranged in a huge black speckled vase. From the pictures it looked huge. At least a foot tall and she had no idea how big the round arrangement actually was.

Libbie: look, the guy said these were for you and and these are so fucking expensive. I’m pretty sure this fucking thing weighs 60 pounds. All the delivery guy, who woke me up btw, said it that it was addressed to you and needed to be delivered ASAP.

Mari: okay>>??? It could be like a stalker or something! Maybe it's my mom!

Cooper: We all know your mom is too fucking broke to order this many flowers for you. Maybe it’s your secret sugar daddy??

Mari: Okay Ouch,,,, ur right BUT still. I am not hiding a sugar DADDY from y'all. You think I would still be wearing walmart sports bras if i did have one???

Maria put her phone and silent before she got up and followed Arianna to the meeting room. It was in the executive offices, she they had another elevator ride up approximately 15 floors. Maria nestled herself in the back of the elevator and nursed her coffee.

“Rough morning?” Arianna ghosted her fingers under her own eyes, Maria gently touched her face, wincing when she could feel the bags under them. Maria shrugged, a noncommittal gesture she knew drove Arianna crazy.

“Yeah, my roommate is fucking the twink again and they woke me up at 4 am. I wasn’t able to get back to sleep so I went on a run, then I found this puppy on the trail at the swamp. Then I took her home and the owner was like, so fucking pretty.” Maria took a sip of her coffee before continuing, lowering her voice and the elevator filled with more people heading to the meeting filtered in. “Then Tubbs runs away because I was so fucking blindsided by how beautiful the guy was and I thought I was going to be late for this fucking meeting and apparently a huge fucking bouquet of flowers showed up for me like half an hour ago?” Maria pulled out her phone and unlocked it, shoving the group chat at Arianna. The other woman let out a gasp before she took the phone and scrolled through the chat history.

“Who do you think it was?? I don’t know anyone in the company, or you never told me about anyone you were seeing with the initials ‘J.W.’ and how hot was the guy with the dog?” Arianna handed the phone back before taking a sip of her own coffee. “Because like, your taste in men is trash, ladies you do a good job, but you would fuck a skeleton if it called you pretty.” Stepping out of the elevator, Maria slid it back into her purse before downing the last of her coffee and tossing the cup into the recycle bin by the meeting room door.

“I seriously have no fucking clue about the flowers, and he is like hot, like.” Maria tapped her finger to her chin, “like Adam Driver! But like, classically pretty. Like the kinda pretty you would find in an old painting from like the 1800’s or something.” Maria smiled and stuck her tongue out at Arianna’s shocked face before walking into the office and settling in her designated chair, which was thankfully next to Arianna’s.

“You are the only person who would think a painting from the 1800’s is pretty. Let alone Adam Driver. Him and his goofy fucking ears. So unless you can get a picture I am going to assume he is gross as all the other guys you've crushed on.” Arianna swiveled to look at Maria who was rolling her eyes. It was approaching 8 am. The room fell silent as the doors to the meeting room slammed open, the CEO walked in followed by the rest of the executive team. Arianna snapped her mouth shut before swiveling back to face the front of the meeting room.

[nessaiscute]

A great body

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” My husband asked me as we got out of the carraige.

“Ash dear.” I groaned, “Its going to be fine. I need to get away from Machina's tower and the nevernever. Don’t worry Glitch will make sure no one explodes the kingdom.”

Me and Ash have been married for a long time, I’ve learned so many things about him. Things that during the Ferum war I wouldn't believe if I told my past self. For one, Ash is a worry wort by nature, extremely. I trip one time and hes following me like a puppy. I'm a klutz, I’m going to trip. or when Kerrian was a toddler; Puck came by both Kerrian and his uncle went to play. Ash didn’t stop watching the gate once, and when Kerrian came home Ash glomped him. heh, Kerrian was confused as hell. Puck got a little offended. I’ve learned so many other things ‘bout him too. Too many to mention here, I love him more then anything.

“so out of all the places we could of went, why the beach?” My husband inquired.

I chuckled, good question, “its summer and I feel like showing off my body.”

“To who? I’m the only one thats gonna be there. The beach is technically closed.

I waited till his eyes were on me and then grinned, “exactly. The only one I want to be there.”

“Oh.” Ash realized and then I took his hand in mine and we walked towards the beach. 

Humans can’t see fey unless we let them, i heard all the beaches were closed due to some virus. Our bodies are strong enough to handle this affliction and its only us, i doubt we’ll spread it back to the nevernever. Gods I hope not, I...

focus snapped my brain

But it was so hard, but not for a thinking reason. Ash’s hand was so warm, I wanted to cling to it forever. I didn’t want to let it go at all, I was so distracted I forgot bout the scorching heat. I found myself staring into Ash’s sliver eyes, He really is the only one in the world for me.

“Is something the matter my queen?” Ash asked.

“I haven’t told you how much i love you. thats what.”

That made him chuckle, “I love you too. However my queen i need to apply sunscreen to your back. Please let go of my hand.”

I slowly released my grip, the warn feeling leaving my hand and feeling very sad. Ash placed a towel on the sand and I sat on it. I felt Ash’s heart beat rise, if only slightly. Hes a stubborn cookie, he hasn’t commented on my attire at all, I'm wearing a red bikini with red panties, also my breasts have gotten much bigger since I became iron queen, I’m at least a D. But for some reason, I can’t seem to get Ash’s attention. he says I'm beautiful but would it kill him to stare at me once in a while? I’d love to feel his eyes on me, knowing there is lust in those eyes. feeling the desire and love for me.

Maybe... hes losing interest in me?

“Meghan are you okay?” Ash asked, “Your glamour is very low.”

He finished putting the lotion on my back, I was so lost i thought I didn’t notice. Ash then got in front of me, when he smiled my heart skipped a beat.

“Go play in the water love.” I told him, “Just yell out if you run into trouble.”

He pressed his lips to mine and ran off. 

I puffed, he didn’t even notice my body...

 I stared up at the blue sky, is Ash... really happy with me? Did I make a mistake saving him from the winter court? Does he blame me for our son turning traitor? Maybe...I was never attractive and hes just coping with the fact he married such an ugly wife. 

swamp girl

I forgave but I never forgot high school Waldrop and the rest of the bullies. that nickname still hurts, its what everyone called me. Even Puck one time when he  was mad at me. Am I... not beautiful? Am I even pretty? When we was younger Ash called me beautiful almost every chance he got, now? I don’t even think that idea crosses his mind.

“Wait a second..? Swamp girl??” said a confused voice.

my heart stung at that word I looked up and there was Scott Waldrop. Gods, not now. Humans can’t see me... wait a second, when I was younger he didn’t realize who I was without a name cause he was happy I was gone. but now? his hatred for me must of caused him to recall me therefore he can see me. Waldrop was with girl clung to his arm, I saw a ring on both of their fingers. Married, huh? Waldrop himself has seen way better days. Hes no longer lean and handsome, hes fat and has a bald spot on his head. his wife might look better but her hatred for me makes me afraid. She’s a red head with red lipstick and wearing a black bathing suit. her eyes green.

“Honey who is this?” Asked the woman.

“A real freak. heard you got kidnapped and killed.”

The smile that ran across his face when he mentioned kidnapped and killed, he really does hate me...

“Nope. Still kicking. I’ve just been living life.”

Waldrop noticed the gold ring on my finger. and he snarled, “holy crap the swamp girl got a sugar daddy??”

“Hes not a sugar daddy!” I snapped, “Hes my husband!”

“Don’t snap at my husband freak!!” Snapped the red head.

I was silenced for her scream was deafening.

“Yes mam...” I mumbled, “I’m sorry....”

“Wait a second, where is this ‘husband’? is he seeing his true love. are you being cheated on-”

“Maybe in your dreams.” Stated Ash as he approached.

“Ash??” I gasped, was he keeping track of me the whole time?

Waldrop’s wife checking out Ash made me sick, but Waldrops glare at Ash was making me even more mad.

“Who in the hell are you?”

“Don’t remember me Waldrop? not too shocking we didn’t have much contact when we were younger. But youre harassing my wife. Its going to stop.”

“I don’t believe that Scott dear, hes too... hot to be married to a freak like this.”

Ash twitched, and my heart dropped Ash didn’t bring his wedding ring. said he coulden’t find it, how would ash prove it? I thought my life was-

However Ash pulled up his hand and there was a gold ring on his finger. They both gasped.

“Wow you must of-”

one Glare from ash silenced them both, he has a habit of doing that. 

“Get lost.” Ash snarled and they both stomped away.

Ash was fuming, i felt it, the anger in him was reaching unhealthy levels.

“Let me kill them.” Ash snarled.

“No you idiot! You can’t just kill people for no reason.”

“I have one.” “And that is..?”

“Look at you!” Ash shouted, “Youre shaking life a leaf! Is that how you were-”

Ash caught himself when he saw tears in my eyes. He then sat down next to me and played with my hair.

“Im so sorry Meghan.... I didn’t mean to yell. Can you forgive me? “

“Yes.” I sobbed.

Ash then curled his arm around me and pulled me in, my breasts pressing to his chest. I didn’t feel any heart beat rises. He must really-

“Ahem. I must apologize for my chest.”

“Pardon?” I asked.

“Touching your breasts. I don’t mean to offend you, it is not my intention to grope you.”

Wait a second...

“Ash have you been afraid to notice my body for this reason..? Or am I just not pretty to you?”

Ash has given people odd confused looks before, hes normally not one for nonsense but I have to take credit for the most confused look hes ever given someone. 

“Not pretty to me? Meghan what the hell are you talking about? I think youre the most perfect woman in both the worlds. Have you really not noticed my eyes on you whenever youre not looking. I stare at you quiet often.”

Oh gods I feel so stupid, but at the same time... my heart is soaring. replacing all that sadness with a happy feeling that is impossible to contain.

Ash then softly cupped my breasts and I felt my face get a little warm.

“These are especially nice, I’ve noticed. Its just impolite to scream it out.”

I giggled, “Well they’re only for you. You should stare at them more often.”

Ash chuckled, “Very well. We should go home before I lose my patience again” 

Before that I cupped his face and kissed his lips, he kissed back. My husband loves me, he thinks I’m beautiful. I love him so much. We got into the carriage and drove off.

While driving Ash kept looking at me sympathetically. We both knew what was on his mind.

“Yes, that was my life before Ethan got kidnapped.”

“I just don’t understand how people could be so mean to you.” Ash mumbled.

“I don’t get it either Ash. I don’t.... ever want to go back to that life.”

“And you won’t.” Ash stated as he curled his arms around me.

“Promise? Promise you won’t let me go back to that life....” Ash then kissed my ear “I promise. You’ll never go around those people.” 

I don’t recall what happened after that. I just felt safe falling sleep in my husbands arms.  

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Imagine during live with Cal she's like "I've been craving [favorite snack] but I can never them at my store" and then Cal is at his goto grocery store and sees them and buys like 5 of them. And then he just mails them to her with some other goodies and a few pictures of Duke and him and ~him~ 😉👉👉 and she posts the carepackage on her ig story and everyone on twiter is freaking out bc they remember her comment on live

I’m seeing a vision! I tweaked this just a little. 

Here’s part one, two, and three. It’s the Distance series on my masterlist. 

Feel free to send me any ideas you have for this universe. I’ll try to use as many as I can, while still progress the story along!

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So Calum’s waiting at the airport, sunglasses and baseball cap. It doesn’t completely make him unrecognizable. But it helps enough. He had planned to get the airport right as she was landing so that he could avoid the crowd as he waited. He got to the airport and she hadn’t texted him yet. So he assumed that the plane got delayed just a little bit. So Calum just waits and a couple fans approach him, asking for a quick picture. He obliges but when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket, he graciously backs out. “Sorry I can’t chat for longer. Here to pick someone up.”

And the fans totally understand and thank him again for the time he did spend with them. When Calum checks his phone, there’s a text from her: On my way out now. Plane had to circle for a bit before a strip opened up for them to land. Calum’s not worried and keeps his gaze glued to the sliding doors. There area few minutes, that feel like an eternity, but soon the sea of people starts to thin and Calum can spot her, with her suitcase next to her and she’s glancing around too. 

And just before he calls out her name, she spots him. Her bright is just as big and she runs over, colliding into his chest. And Calum’s trying not to think of how she somehow just seems to fit into his arms and how he really likes having her there with him even though it’s only been literal seconds. And she’s trying not to think about how Calum’s scent of Old Spice, faded but not gone cologne, and Gain detergent reminds her of her childhood and she’s not even sure how that happened, but it did. Dear God, save their souls. 

 So inside the truck, after getting her suitcase into the truck, Calum points to the bag at her feet on the floor the passenger seat. “Didn’t bring Duke, but I did bring snacks.”

So as she peers inside she sees her favorite snacks. “You did not!”

“I was going to ship them to you. But by the time, I was able to get my hands on some, travel restrictions her lifting and like, we started planning on your visit. So I just held onto them. They haven’t expired! I checked.”

“Thank you,” she returns, stretching against the seatbelt and kissing cheek. So she pulls out her phone and starts recording. And it’s just the profile of Calum’s face as he’s working to get through the traffic of the airport, but it’s fine. “So this man, right over there,” and her hand comes into frame as she gently pokes his cheek, “bought me my favorite snacks? And like, where the hell have they been hiding all the good men like you at? Thanks, Cal.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, throwing a quick glance in her direction and into the camera. But on the inside, he’s trying not to LITERALLY die. Because she just kissed him. Yeah, it was on the cheek, but still.  It fucking counts. That was a kiss. She initiated that and holy shit, he really needs to focus on the road but his cheek is tingling from the brief contact of her soft lips. Calum hopes he’s playing this really cool, but he’s so not cool on the inside. No, right now his pits are a swamp, and he’s pretty sure he might vomit, but right now he has to keep it together. He’s not thirteen for fuck sake, but everything feels so new in that first puppy love kind of ordeal. Even he’s over himself for reacting this way, but still as the drive settles in, his stomach still tenses up a little when she laughs and he’s hearing it in person and not ever speakers or through headphones. It’s ten times more magical in person. 

Soon they get to his place. As she gets situated, Duke’s sniffs around her, but doesn’t go straight up to her. However, a couple hours later, while she and Calum are in the kitchen, figuring out what to eat for lunch, Duke walks up to her. She feels his snout at the back of her heel and she laughs because it tickles. “Hello, nice to finally meet you Mr. Duke.”

He looks up at the sound of his name and then when she squats down, her palms up for Duke to sniff at. Calum’s heart is melting in his chest. He knows that this is it for him. He’s literally falling off the deep end because Duke, who’s not great with folks, is approaching her, of all people. If Duke falls in love, then he has not choice. That’s it, that’s a wrap. 

She doesn’t want to startle the old man, so she settles for some sniffs and gives him some head scratches and Duke’s content with that. He can handle that before going over to Calum and then flopping onto his belly.  “I would be offended but I know that’s your human,” she jokes. She misses her own dog.  Calum mentioned Duke still being a little hesitant around other dogs and she arranged for a friend to watch them. She would have daily video calls though and that would be enough for the five days she was out of town. 

And later on, in the day, while she’s stretched out on Calum’s couch with her head in his lap and Duke curled up on the opposite side of Calum, she scrolls through Twitter. The TV’s playing a rom-com that she didn’t have to to beg Calum too much to watch. The fans are having a RIOT over the video you just posted. With comments like: He remembered her favorite snacks. Wow, what a world to live in when i can stan a thoughtful King. And a few others. One sticks out, I totally get that their relationship is their business. But omg, this is love if I’ve ever seen it. Calum and her both deserve this. Attached is a bunch of crying emojis along with the weepy eyes one too.  

“You begged me to watch this movie, and you’re on your phone,” Calum teases. 

“It’s a commercial break, thank you very much.” But she’s just staring up at him, the cut of his jaw and the way his eyes melt when he looks at Duke. She’s not sure how she’s going to be able to leave. 

As the movie resumes, she sits back up, the comments on Twitter forgotten.  Because it’s just getting to the good part, the climax of every rom-com ever where the two fated loves are on the brink of losing it all, and Calum’s not even paying attention to it because he’s trying to memorize the way she looks curled up on his couch, and the way her nose wrinkles when she laughs, and the way scoots closer to the edge of the cushions like she can’t get close enough. She just belongs there and Calum’s praying that the universe treats him right just this once. 

As the week continues on, they fall into a easily into a routine and they sight see and just hang around the local shops and places that Calum loves. She snaps so many pictures of Calum, when he’s looking, when he’s not looking. One morning along with her morning cup of tea, there’s a stack of photos. They’re polaroids and some are really tiny, some are bigger. “What’s this?”

“When I got you the snacks, I was gonna send along some photos too. Make it like a care package, and I didn’t want you to leave without them.” So she looks through all, with pictures of Duke, and Calum and Duke and some just of him and she smiles softly. One specifically, of Calum and Duke chilling in Calum’s backyard is just small enough to fit in the tiny slot between her phone and the clear backing of her phone case, so she slips it inside, so the picture faces out and it’s not obstructed by the Pop Socket on the back of it. 

Calum only notices it later in the evening when they’re out at dinner and she’s put her phone face down onto the table. His heart is goo, and while it was goo a long time ago, it’s definitely goo now and he’s not even phased. He’d rather his heart melt and run through his fingers if it means she’s the one with the bucket to collect it all. 

-H

[abloomntime]

A Bloom In Time Ch15 Poppy’s Spaceship Tour and Meeting Cooking Cat

(Warning: Poppy cries near the end.)

The pour woman was shaking all the way to the small clearing looking around her with newfound fear as she did so from the scare. But at least now they could take off and get her to a warmer place with food now....Or at least they would've if Bow hadn't grabbed her hand and jumped when Poppy flinched and yanked her hand away from the girl. The poor flesh still tender and sore from the rope suddenly yanking her up. She gave the girls an apologetic look and it occured to Hattie they couldn't teleport her together now if they couldn't hold her hands. Not to mention she was shaking and she didn't want to risk accidentally letting her go in the middle of teleportation again. So what did she usually do in these kind of situations? Go back and bother Snatcher for help of course! The purple ghost was NOT happy when the small girl yanked on his tail and told him about their situation. PECK NAB IT!! Couldn't he get one moment of peace around here?....Then again, it was rather responsible of her to come to him instead of trying something reckless with Poppy, and he didn't really want a repeat of Poppy crashlanding from space somewhere. She was VERY lucky the first time as it was. So, that's how the ghost was talked into coming over and transporting all four of them back to the ship. Wasn't anything like Poppy expected at all. Much to Poppy's still shocked state, he held the girls in one arm while grabbing her good arm in the other and asked her to close her eyes while the spell took place to keep her from freaking out anymore than she already had to which she gladly did so. Curling into him and pressing her face into the fluff around his shoulders. The movement made him stop and stare for a moment...before he cleared his throat and looked away slightly flustered. The teleporting worked as quickly as any other time he did it. Purple energy completely took over the world around them like the many times he's done this before and swallowed them all whole. He's donw this plenty of times before teleporting himself places or taking the girls home against his will when they fell asleep in his forest. But what was one more trip anyways? Especially since it'd help ease the nerves of his beloved-...beloved FRIEND. Just friend. One moment of dark black-purple later the four of them ended up inside of the kid's ship. The control room to be more precise. The controls to the ship were there as well as her Tv and the giant vault of those menacing time pieces.So imagine Poppy's surprise when she reopened her eyes and blinked at the foreign home to her. But was put back down on the ground by Snatcher again before the spook mumbles something about wanting to take a break and to not be bothered again as he gave a firm look at the girls.

"Stay HERE and do NOT bother me again unless it's actually a real emergency until I say so. I mean it."

"AH! But why?"

"Because Im the pecking adult! That's why!" Was all he said before purple energy oozed from his being like living fog and wrapped itself around him. Poppy watching in almost horror as it shrank in size until it was either too small to see or actually disppeared from the ship entirely.

Well.....That was a fast one way trip wasn't it? She was just SO so glad to be out of that nightmare forest she was happy to welcome this.....Space ship. Where was she in here anyways? Looking around she found herself sitting upon a giant pink round rug and a the rest of the floor was covered in green carpeting. Around her were all kinds of strange gadgets and gizmos she'd never seen before. Looking over she was the strangest thing. A child's toy train set and landscape. The cute little engine was making circles around some plastic mountains, a few mountains, and fake plants. WHich for some reason was on a giant metal pillar and blocked off by rope and pillars. An odd television set sat in the corner where a puppy wearing overralls was trotting across the screen. ....She blinked and looked over to her other side where another similar pillar was there but it had some kind of plush??.......Something. It was a hamburger but she didn't know what the heck that was. Beyond that was brick like walls a yellow thing sticking out of the wall, and a couple doors here and there-

"oW!"

Something poked against her foot and she looked down. Immediately a small spooked squeal came out of the woman and she scrambeld back and onto her feet as she stared down the little roomba as it continued to just sweet harmlessly past her. But the woman had never seen a robot vacum so her fear was understandable as she pointed at it.

"W-W-WHAT IS THAT CREATURE!?"

"It's ok. He's perfectly safe." Hattie smiled at Rumbi as he harmlessly swept past them towards the ramp near the far wall.

She didn't look convinced but silently watched him sweep away before looking around her more...before slowly looking behind her to the gigantic windows behind her. And. Her. Jaw. DROPPED!! As she looked out the giant windows, she could seethe darkened purple land of Snatcher's forest and A giant chunk of white which was vanessa's frozen abyss of the planet. Placing a cold hand to the cool glass and watching as it slowly ticked by and just....watched it. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of thousands of stars twinkling....The world! Her world! It was right there! Big, bold and wonderful! The round planet seemed to have an aura of it's own and glowed perfectly. The perfect gentle blue of the sea, the bright tan yellows of the desert. Many islands. The highest mountains surrounded by pure white clouds even looked as if she could reach out and grasp it almost. It was so much more peaceful and beautiful looking when she wasn't falling through space that was. A sense of being so small came over her and she let out a shaky sigh as she did so. So this was really reality huh?

"It's pretty isn't it?," Bow asked walking up next to her and smiling down at the world too and pointing at one small place on the planet. "That's Nyakuza City! I used to live there."

".....Yeah. I-I heard about the Nyakuza Kingdom," Poppy stated softly, "It was supposed to be inhabited by a whole race of cat people."

"It is!" Bow smiled brightly at her that she knew that. "Kitties are the best! They're so soft, and fluffy and really, really cute!!"

Despite herself, Poppy smiled at the cute smile the little girl had on her face. Children always had the ability to make her smile with their adorable nature and innocence. It was just to precious, turning back to the window and staring out she sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. She was really feeling .......confused? Right now. There were too many emotions going through her right now and not enough of it was ok..She didn't have a feeling of being ok. Not after what just happened. She looked back to her slightly scrapped arm. She guessed that's what she got after not listening to a ghost's warnings-

"ACHOO!" Bow flinched and looked up to Poppy who shook her head and looked back to the window sniffing.

"Bless you!"

"T-Thank you." She shivered from her body's still cold feeling. She almost forgot she was still from falling in swamp water and she had been running around all soaked for who knows how long now. She should change out of these soggy rags and warmed up before she caught a cold. So she turned around to ask where the bathroom was so she could scrub the dirt off herself- BAM!! She jumped at least a foot back smacking into the glass window and all three of them looked up towards the ramp area where the pair of swinging doors to the kitchen had been pushed open and small soft footsteps like a child's came scattering out. Another child?? She couldn't see anything past the banister. But all of that was answered when a chef hat and pointy cat ears came into view. All of that was attached to a small plump cat standing on two feet with calico patterns and orange fur.

What the WHAT?!

"COOKIE!!", both girls shouted and rushed towards the cat who giggled and held her arms open wide for the two to go skittering into her embrace as she did so. The giggling of the cat and girls filled the air as Poppy watched and then blinked at the small cat in chef wear-

"Oh how are you girls? It's been so long since I've been up here!," she cooed at the little children her size. By the voice it was easy to tell it was a lady and had a slight country accent. She smiled as she leaned back and examined the girls before her. "I thought I heard a pair of hungry little tykes scampering around hungry."

"We missed you," Bow answered honestly as she smiled at the cat with adoration.

"Did you make cookies?," Hattie asked practically sparkly eyed as she looked hopefully at her making the small cat laugh.

"Well you two haven't changed a bit. Always so sweet and hungry for sugar." She shook her head. "No. But I did make some roasted bird and mashed potatoes! Perfect for two little adventures! Now which one of you sneezed? It sounded like you caught a whopper of a cold." Both girls looked at each other for a moment, before looking behind them at Poppy who still watched silently as they all stood there, as soon as 'Cookie' saw her, the cat gasped and one paw came to cover her mouth as she caught sight of the messy grown, shivering woman in front of her. In a blink of an eye the plump cat carefully pushed past the girls and walked right up to Poppy. The red head could only blink and again feel kinda awkward seeing a giant talking talk on two legs......Wait. Was she a Nyakuza citizen? Was she one of those cat people she heard so much about? Well she didn't have much time to wonder until she stopped right in front of her and grabbed a part of her dress and pulled the material heavy and wet from dirty swamp water into her paws to examine. Sniffing at it before snorting and shaking her head, scowling up at her. She felt oddly small under the scowl of the small cat in front of her but still didn't move besides her shivering. "You look absolutely aweful! Look at this!'' She held up the material to her. "Look at your hair! You look like you went rolling around in the mud during a thunderstorm!"

She blinked stunned by the cat's bold and blunt move only responding with, "Uuuhhh....It's....Swamp water??"

"Swamp water?" She eyed the human up and down before shaking her head and dropping her dress, hands....uh..paws coming to stay on her hips. "I've seen plenty of country folk in my time for sure that don't mind to get a lil dirty, but you're the first one I've seen soaked romping through a swamp."

"It...wasn't really my intention to be soaked by gross water, but I crashlanded in some when I landed." She gave a small look to the little hat girl behind her who smiled nervously at her words. But was soon looking back to the cat when she made a small hum.

"So you landed here to? Does that mean you're another alien?"

"W-What? N-no. I'm from here I promise! I just....happen to be visiting their space ship is all," she clarified.

"Oh!" The small cat lady finally smiled at her like she had come to some brilliant conclusion. "Oh now I see. You must be one of their little friends! They have a lot you know."

"You could say t-that- ACHOO!!" Poppy turned her head to the side before sneezing again and sniffing. Her body still fairly chilly. Which didn't go unnoticed by the cat.

"Bless you! By the temperature of your dress, you must be soaked n cold right down to the fur." Her light scowl came back, "Didn't you ever think to change into a dry pair of clothes?"

"I g-guess it must've slipped my mind."

She was cut short when the small cat jumped up and grabbed her hand yanking her into a leaning over position when she pulled her back a few steps. "Well. There's no sense in you staying like this any longer than needed. You all go get cleaned up before you eat a single bite." She made a grimace looking back over Poppy's soaked self and taking in all the dirt covering her body and how tangled her hair was. "And YOU definately go bathe and get a good change of clothes." One of her paws ungrabbed Poppy to shoo the girls off towards the right side of the control room as she lead Poppy towards it-

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!

Poppy Jumped and they all snapped in the direction of the ramp leading up somewhere and the cat let go of her hands. "OH!! The oven timer. Bird's done." She looked to the girls. "Now you go show her where the bathroom is and wash up. I gotta go make sure that birdy doesn't over cook. You know how much I despise burnt food." The girls nodded and the cat smiled again before running to a small green ladder right below the vault and climbed up it, running back through the double doors with another light slam to them as Poppy blinked.

"Who..was that?"

"Hattie grabbed her still extending hand a smile on her face. "Cookie! She's like a REALLY good chef! The best in the world!" Her steps were jumpy and happy like any child making a small smile come to her face as she was lead over to a small door next to the green ladder Cookie climbed. "She visits a lot and makes a lot of food for my fridge!" She licked her lips. "Her cookies are they best! But she's been really busy with her cooking show after finally leaving Mafia Town."

"Mafia.....town?"

Hattie nodded. "I met Mustache Girl there!"...She frowned a little bit. "She's not very nice.....HEY!" Her face brightened again as she got an exciting idea. "Now I can show you how COOL my ship is!"

"But Cookie said she needs a bath." Bow leaned sideways from behind her and blinked.

"But Snatcher said to show her my ship! We're still going to the bathroom, but exploring too!" Bow rolled her eyes as Hattie tugged Poppy over towards the small blue glowing door. A small blue rug with a wave patterned on it stood before the door and to the older woman's surprise it opened automatically by itself giving her a little jump. Technology had really advanced since she was a little girl didn't it? "Come on, come on! I wanna show you the potion room!" She went through the kid sized door no problem....but Poppy had to literally lean down to look down the long mini hallway.

Bow also looked down it with a worried look. "Hattieeeeeeee!! We're gonna get in more trouble! Knock it off and lets go wash!"

"Y'know we can show her the metro room too," came the sing song voice from down the hallway and an instant Bow's expression change.

"FINE!! But then we wash our hands! I'm hungry!" She called back before also bounding down the hall and poppy lowered more to look in "......Come on Ms Poppy!"

.......She hesitated but braced herself. It couldn't get any more worse than it already was, and she doubted there was any headless statues or dangerous stuff here on a child's chip. Coming down to her knees she went to start crawling as she couldn't stand to walk through these small halls- Which ended with her doing a yelp and leaning back up onto her knees to clutch her sore wrist which throbbed out a course of pain when she put the slightest bit of pressure on, still pretty sore from the giant yank the noose gave her- Poppy shivered from remembering that encounter. One of the children called out to her again sounding impatient..and if this was indeed the direction to getting cleaned up, then she might as well not complain anymore and suck it up. That's what she always did growing up in a poor farming community. Sucking it up and being grateful for what you're given. Even if it means crawling down a hallway with only one hand, which she did. It was....Kinda embarrassing and time consuming, but a couple little children probably weren't going to judge her for having no choice but to squeeze through these blasted tunnels. As she crawled along she took in the details of the walls and especially the carpet. There was some very impressive details in the blue carpet, they were so beautiful. Some grand weaver must've put a lot of work creating these wave patterns and she briefly wondered how many pons it cost the little girl to buy and put in here. In her day it would've cost a pretty penny. It took a bit more but before she knew it. The other door opened and she was allowed to crawl on through and stand to her feet again. Shivering as a blast of cold air hit her freezing body and opening her eyes to a-.....Very strange sight.

"What IS this place?" The air was chilly, and down below was a dark blue water which could've been mistaken for water on first glance and a few things like random barrels and chests, with some furniture. A tall closet like space with the words saying Dirty Laundry Cleaner 3000, And a ladder leading up to a different doorway above them there.

"The storage room," Hattie replied before regrabbing her none hurt hand and tugging her towards the left, making her blink down as the two girls excitedly pointed towards another small door to the left. Unlike the one she just came through, this one glowed purple and had a bottle like shape on it. "I wanna show you around!" She wasn't sure what to do but didn't fight against her as she pulled her towards the door which opened with another Whoosh like noise and Hattie disappeared within it's hallway excitedly. Poppy didn't feel like arguing anymore than she already did today, and again leaned down to look down the hall. Unlike the first one, with one has a lighter blue rug with dark blue gear patterns when she looked down it. The children waving at her from the other side of the tunnel as well, excited grins still on their faces as she blinked. "Come on! Don't be a slowpoke!"

With another sigh, guess who did more slow crawling down another cramped hallway, but she'd be lying if she wasn't curious about an alien space ship. I mean who else from her time would've gotten the honor of being given a tour of a real flying space craft by a real alien no less? She was curious to see what mechanics and insides made up this thing, and besides it'd be rude to say no to someone who's offering to show you they're home so excitedly and if it meant she was going to be staying here for a little while then she might as well know where things were. By the time she got to the other side and was finally able to stand back up, she sighed at the feeling of warmer air at least. Warming up was definately on her to do list. But the almost emptiness of this room compared to all the other rooms Surprised her to say the least. This one was much more open and tidy looking with more stone walls, a couple metal pillars, and equipment you'd see inside a labratory. Right dead center of it all was another metal table thing blocked off by rope like in the control room, but this time it had a giant box of crayons sitting on it. The crayons were a simple green, blue, and red color.

"This is my potion room!," Hattie announced proudly pointing at the room itself, "But don't touch anything. Snatcher dropped one of those pink potions once and it turned him pink for days. He said we shouldn't mess with weird potions."

"Potion room?" Poppy gave the children another curious look. "Are you sure you're not a witch?"

"No. Only when I wear my brewing hat! But I don't know any magic."

.......That only confused Poppy more so why would a child have a potion room? But she again didn't get the chance to relax before Bow ran over towards the other side of the room and towards a small door like hatch on the floor, the small girl grabbing one side of hatch and pushing. Bow strained and after a few seconds a metalic screeching noise rang out as it opened, both women wincing, cringing back at the fingers on chalk bourd noise, and clapping their hands over their ears in some attempt to block out the screeching noise. Poppy was SURE the creaking, screeching noise could be heard everywhere on the planet from their place in space from how loud it was. Up, up, up the hatch went and one giant push Bow managed to push it over. With a giant metal banging sound, the hatch's round metal door SLAMMED and I do mean slammed against the floor with enough sound to be mistaken for a cannon going off. For a moment nothing happened and both Poppy and Hattie stood there still hands clamped over their ears and eyes shut closed.......before slowly reopening their eyes and after a moment of silence, uncovering their ears to the smiling curly haired girl standing there pointing at the the now open hole in the floor.

"Geez, Kid! I think you were loud enough to wake the dead all over space!......ACHOO!!" She sniffed again at the third sneeze.

Bow's smiling didn't waver, instead pointing to it. "Come on! You'll like it promise!" With another smile the tiny curly haired girl turned and jumped down the hole.

"HEY!! KID!!" Poppy ran down the small set of stairs and ran over to the hole in the floor, the fear of the child getting hurt randomly jumping into a hole taking over and immediately looking down the opening. At first she saw nothing. Nothing but a ladder leading down it and some kind of wooden circle thing....but she could definately hear giggling and someone shouting for her to come down as well. ......DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD AND UNSAFE IT IS TO CLIMB DOWN A LADDER WITH A SORE HAND?! Poppy wouldn't recommend it to anyone but the fear of just seeing Bow dive down here and the looming presence of an angry ghost made her do the crazy thing and start to decend the ladder to her uneasy feeling. Which doubled MORE when Hattie fell past her making her cry out for the child only to watch the hatted kid bounce on the round wood circle and catapult herself like a spring out of eye sight. Panic coursed through her as she went down as fast as a sore bodied woman with one good hand could and paused on the ladder when she could actually see the inside of the room. To her relief, Bow wasn't hurt at all but giggling and laying face up at the opening in a pile of weird green paper. The small girl giggled as she made a snow angel in the pile, and Hattie was luckily safe as well looking through another telescope on top of the weird gigantic pile of green paper. Poppy sighed and noticed breifly another small metal table with another small item on it. This time some kind of white dummy and pretty looking gold necklace. With a shake of her head the frazzled woman slowly climbed the last of the steps down and stood by the ladder leading back up. Looking around the room she noticed it looked at it she was on one of the town's busy streets, with plants along the wall behind the metal table, glowing eletric things she was sure only an alien would have mysterious shaped like a blue cat, and behind her by the wooden circle on a spring was a rack with newspapers of all things. .......She blinked. "What is this strange place?" She paused seeing more in color tv screens on fans hovering about and jumped as something rumbled past the window on the far side of the wall flashing yellow making her scramble back. "W-WHAT WITCHCRAFT IS THAT?!"

"That's the illusion created by the monitor," Bow happily replied sitting up now and smiling around the room with a bigger grin, "Hattie said the time pieces add stuff to the rooms on the ship to help show where most are located. *sigh* It....reminds me of home...Without all the crime and bad things. I like it here."

At that little sentence Poppy paused. Before looking away with a guilty look, feeling bad over being about to scold the little girl for scaring her like that being so excited to show her home and the place that reminded her of it. Taking a second look around the weird room, she couldn't understand any of it. Were the Nyakuzian people technicalogically advanced too? Or did all this technology form as she slept? She may never know but the face of longer on the little girl's face hit home almost immediately at her. As far as Poppy knew Bow's home still existed just with 'crime and bad stuff' as she put it. Has she fled the country under a war or something? So many questions buzzed about her skull it was starting to give her a headache as she leaned into the cool metal of the ladder next to her. This was all too much too soon. And she wasn't sure how much more she could take at this pace-

"What are y'all doing down here?!" Poppy yelped and ended up accidentally hitting her forehead against the ladder. Instantly her good hand came to clamp at the sore area as she hissed and looked up above her and saw a pretty familiar orange calico face scowling down at them all, one dark orange paw holding onto the chef hat as she did so. "I thought I asked you all to go get cleaned up. I could hear all that ruckus right through the kitchen floor!"

Instantly the children had froze at the annoyed cat's voice and now sported a pair of guilty looks at one another. "We were just showing her!" Hattie's voice answered back for them.

"Well then. The next room she sees is the bathroom! Now you all get up here before I take my cooking back for Conductor to eat."

At the threat of their delicious dinner being taken away both children scrambled for the spring pad kicking up more dollar bills in their way. And Poppy watched with slight surprise as both jumped onto the spring pad one by one catapulting themselves all the way back up as Cookie leaned back to not get knocked over by the two shooting girls. ....Poppy briefly looked down to the spring pad then back up the hole.....Yeah. She was taking her chance with the ladder. The slow climb back up was agonizing but by the time she poked her head at the top she witnessed the older cat lightly scolding the girls for taking so long, but as soon as she saw the head of Poppy, Cookie turned and grabbed her good hand. Pulling with surprising strength of a small plump cat and helping her crawl the rest of the way out, sighing when she was able to climb to her knees.

"Are you alright, Pumpkin?," Cookie asked placing a paw on her shoulder before letting go quickly. "Goodness! You're colder than my home made ice cream!"

"ACHOO!!" Poppy sniffed again and looked up to the tiny cat giving a tired smile. "Y-Yeah. I guess I am a little chilly...And tired...and sore. And now that you mention food-" Her stomach gave out a rumble and she winced. She didn't even know she was hungry."

Cookie gave her a sorry look before sighing and looking back towards the watching children. "Ok you two. I think this young lady's had enough exploring for now. You two go wash your hands in the kitchen and eat your plates I placed in the fridge. I'm going to show your friend here to a room where she can get tidied up and warm." The two girls gave excited smiles at the mention of food and with an excited cheer they scampered off towards the hallway with another sigh from the cat who turned her attention back to Poppy. "I'm so sorry. They can be a little over excited sometimes."

Poppy smiled back and waved a hand. "Oh. No, no. It's ok. I should've expected that from children.....ACHOO!!''

"Well, I expect we need to get you all better before you catch a cold instead of just sneezing." Cookie gestured her up at Poppy slowly stood and made a grab to her hand- Fur suddenly bristling when the human yelped and pulled her still sore hand away from the grip of the cat....Which was immediately pulled back with a pained whimper from Poppy as Cookie frowned and held up the sore limb to her eyes. "....You're hurt."

"J-Just a few scrapes. I-I'll be fine."

"That's no excuse young lady. You should get this under some ice!"

"Yeah...That Snatcher ghost told me too."

Cookie hummed before tugging her and walking towards the small hallway with her in tow. "So I see you met this ghostly friend of theirs too."

Poppy blinked at the small cat. "Wait. You know who he is?"

"I stumbled across him a few times coming up here to visit. Hmph! He's very rude and always steals any dish I make with bacon when he's around me cooking. Quite the oddball out if ya'll ask me." The door whooshed open as soon as they were close enough and she walked on through gesturing for her to follow. "But never fear! Cooking Cat is here! I'll have you all better in no time flat. We'll just get you a change of clothing, a hot meal, and some ice then you'll be good to go!"

Poppy could feel her stomach drop a little as she bent down and proceeded to slowly crawl through the hallway after the cat. "Uh...About that. I-I don't have any clothing for myself really."

Cookie stopped mid step in the middle of the hallway before looking over her shoulder at the slowly crawling woman behind her and reached a paw up to rub to her head. "Well aren't you more forgettful than a penguin on the sun? *sigh* Alright then. I suppose I'll just have to borrow the girls' washer and dryer."

"What? Oh n-no! You don't have to go through all that trouble for me, Ma'am! It's fine."

"Nonsense! I'd be ashamed of myself if I didn't offer a hungry person like you some help and this wouldn't be the first time I helped a person get better...OH! That reminds me. You never told me ya'll's name."

"Oh..I-Im Poppy. Poppy Rooo- ACHOO!!....Rose Bloomington, Ma'am."

Cookie smiled at her. "No need to call me ma'am. Just Cookie. Cooking Cat's only mah stage name you know. Nice you meet ya." She smiled and turned to continue walking down the hallway with Poppy right behind her.

A curious question bubbling in the young lady's head and she blurted out, "So...Since you're a..cat. Does that mean you're a Nyakuzian?"

Cookie didn't stop walking or smiling but her tone shifted a little bit to the sad side. "Well, yes...But not anymore I suppose. The city became too crowded for my liking and too many crimes were comitted. Mostly theivery."

"Yes, I think Bow might've said something about that."

"Poor girl. No child should have to grow up in a place like that."

"So ....you two fled the country?"

Cookie chuckled as the door back to the storage room opened up and she walked out. "You could say that. No. I moved to Mafia town persuing my own dreams of being a master chef a long time ago. You see where ah'm from there's lots and lots of food carts and cafe's so I knew I wouldn't stand much of a chance if I just stayed, and even if I did I would've just become another small store in the piles of stores around myself." She stopped a little aways from the door just as Poppy was nearing the exit staring at the ground. "No. I never wanted to be just like the crowd. I knew I wanted more for my nine lives, so after saving as many pons as I could, I moved far away to Mafia town. I heard it was a big fishing community and they sold most of the city's fish to us. There were rumors about their leader being a chef too. So I thought it was the purrrrfect oportunity for me......I wasn't too right about that though."

Poppy was all wars by now as she slowly climbed out at last and rose to her feet. Giving Cookie a sympathetic look as the cat looked back up to her, her body shivering from the cold air again. "I-I'm....I'm so sorry. What happened if you don't mind me asking?"

Cookie chuckled again. "Don't mind a bit. The mafia hired me on bourd straight away in their kitchen....But it turns out they only did so because they wanted me to chase down all the mice they were having a problem with." Poppy made a scowl and Cookie waved her off. "I know. I was disappointed too. You see usually us cats don't have a very good reputation because of all the theives who happen to coincidentally be cats, but it wasn't too bad. I decided to become an under dog hero of cooking if that made sense. I thought I would be doing a good thing if I switched all their bad food for my good food and maybe spare a few taste buds, but I knew I was wasting my talents there." She turned and began to walk again with Poppy following politely listening interested. "Eventually I did grow tired especially after meeting the cute lil alien. And I just couldn't help myself with all the questions. Was alien food really better than ours? Was there advanced tools to better cook with? My curiousity got the better of me and before I knew it I had so rudely snuck into her bridge using some moon penguin's teleporter to get themselves to and from the moon."

"So....Does that mean Bow fled with you?" They had both reached the ladder that lead down to the storage room floor that would let anyone get to the washer and dryer to use and upon reaching it Cookie turned around and descended the ladder. Poppy slowly doing the same but with her sore arm it was still a little slower. "What happened?"

"No. Honestly I have no idea how she ended up in mafia town herself, but that's a different story. Turns out an alien's kitchen is exactly like mine. In the long run I guess I was hoping for some kind of miracle to help me out of my rut but it didn't matter. I got fired by the head boss as soon as I came back for comspiring with traitorious aliens."

"Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry." Poppy's foot touch the ground and she watched as the calico waved her and made her way towards the Laundry Cleaner 3000.

"No. I was sick of working for those brutes anyways."

"So...What did you do next?," she asked as she followed.

"Well....I stayed home and felt pretty bad for a long time, but then I found an ad in the newspaper for a cruise ship needing a cook! So obviously I took the chance. It was....not better than the mafia to be honest. Those seals were decent cooks but they were so accident prone and their kitchen was so dangerous. I'm almost glad the ship sank, but it just meant I was back to square one again.....I was so about to give up and go back home. Better a small cook like the rest than not being a cook at all anywhere." Her smile grew as she just waltzed right into the closet like space and turned to poppy. "That little alien is more resourceful than you might think."

"Why? What did she do?"

"Why?...She introduced me to the man....or penguin that made all my dreams come true. We met up again by chance when she was on the same cruise, talk about coincidence. She saw how unhappy I was and wanted to help. But I didn't beleive she could do anything about my situation having already had so many set backs." She made almost a happy purr as Poppy finally walked in next to her after gesturing for her to stand next to herself. "So imagine my surprise when one day Mr. DJ Grooves himself arrived on my doorstep and asked ME of all people to star in a cooking show series! He said his little star told him all about the delicious food his staff received on their vacation and my cute face was absolutely perfect for it! IT WAS A HUGE HIT!! Turns out those moon penguins LOVED all my fish recipes and tips! Next thing I knew I signed a business contract and finally saw my dream take off right before my own eyes. I'll NEVER be able to thank them all enough for making it come true."

"A...cooking show? I didn't know they made those."

"Really? I guess swamp people wouldn't have tv. Oh. Push the red button there to take us down." Her paw pointed to a red button on the inside of the machine they were in.

"A-Actually...I grew up on a farm. W-We were pretty poor." She frowned and reached over to push the button like Cookie had asked. Wobbling a little when the ground beneath them suddenly lowered and she looked up to watch as the light disappeard.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. I had no idea," Cookie apologized with a paw placed gently on Poppy's arm. "You poor thing."

"Uh...N-No. It's ok.....You can't change the past." Her frown saddened even more at that.

Cookie's smile came back as she looked at her. "That's true. I can't change how said and how much I struggled then, but that don't mean we can't have a happy future."

".....Heh. Y-Y'know...Y-You're the second person to r-really....t-t-tell me that." When light came back up Cookie's smile vanished seeing the older woman starting to cry but quickly trying to stop once light hit her face." I-I'm sorry. I s-shouldn't get so emotional. I-It's just that so many big bad things have happened recently a-and I.....I-.."

She stopped when a paw grabbed her and Cookie gave her a slightly stern and determined look. "Honey, there is no reason not to cry if you feel like you want or need to cry about it. Now you go on right ahead and don't mind me. Because I'm not gonna stop someone if they need to cry out their emtions. It's unhealthy to keep that bottled up."

That's just what she needed to hear. With watery blue eyes Poppy stared at this little cat for a long silent moment before she sniffed again and finally small little tears began to drip down that face one after another and before she knew it she was on her knees sobbing harder and louder than a baby. Cookie shushing her and rubbing the poor sobbing gal's back as all the pent up emotions finally came out as she cried and cried.

"IT'S NOT FAIR!!," she wailed out to no one between chokes. Her good fist coming down to hit the floor in frustration and anger. "IT'S NOT FAIR!! IT'S NOT FAIR!! WHY DID IT HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME!? I WANT TO GO H-HOME!!" She hiccuped hard and reached her arm up to wipe at her heated face. "I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!! B-B-BUT I C-CAN'T B-BECAUSE EVERYTHING'S GONE!! *hic* AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO!!"

"Shh. There, there. I know it must be tough not having a home. Feeling so lost and scared having no one around. But it'll be ok. You just let it all out, Sugar."

"H-How do y-you know?," she hiccuped again and looked to the cat in question with tears blurring her vision.

Cookie smiled sadly. "Because I have a little blonde girl living with me who felt the same way. Sometimes these things happen and we just need a little help." The paw came up to her shoulder as Cookie pulled a small hankerchief from her chef's pocket and offered it to her to which Poppy was rather grateful. "Feel better?" She hiccuped and nodded wiping her face with that small tissue. A little relief coming to her from letting all the emotions out. "There, there. Come on. I bet you'll feel even better after getting all this dirt off your pretty self and getting a bite to eat."

Her stomach rumbled again at the mention of food and Cookie chuckled. Slightly pushing her body upwards to help motivate the sniffing gal to her wobbly feet once again and have a look around the room once those tears were dried away. ....Oh. This must've been the bathroom they were talking about it was all very clean with sea themed things everywhere. Starfish shaped handles on the drawers, sea shell covers for the lights, towels, a sink, mirror, bottles of soap, laudry soap, and shampoo on the shelves along with the towels, bath toys, and anything and everything else a bathroom would have including what looked like an extra set of washing machines with one right open with what looked like warm water and a stepping stool in front of it. There was even another metal table like thing with a tray of fake cakes on it. But funnily no showers or a bathtub in sight. Perhaps she was supposed to use the sink to wash her face but was surprised when Cookie lead her over to the full washing machine.

"Alright. Here. I'll get you a nice herbal shampoo, those work wonders for silky, soft hair."

"I-.....B-But this is a-

"Washing machine? Oh heavens no. It was recycled into a bathtub. Something the aliens call recycling. Fascinating isn't it? Now go on. Wash up. You don't want to be filthy forever do you?"

Well......She was in really no position to argue about anything anymore was she?

[mollyringle]

My husband watches The Untamed, vol. 7: eps. 18-19

Episode 18:

Thank goodness; they’ve mostly stopped crying. Except as little kids in the flashback, and that’s sort of funny, or at least cute. (Sidenote: as someone who loves dogs, I do feel bad for Jiang Cheng for having to give up his puppies. That’s rough!)

At Song Lan promising that as long as he’s alive, no harm will come to Yanli, husband said, “I don’t know; he seems pretty susceptible to baby powder.” (Referencing the flashback showing Xue Yang immobilizing him by flinging lavender-colored powder at him.)

Love how Wen Ning is never quite ready for doing the farewell bow. He always sort of jolts, and wiggles himself into proper posture, and then bows.

It’s pretty transparent (to us) what’s really going on with “Baoshan Sanren,” but it’s still compelling to watch, since Jiang Cheng buys it. Also that hill country is just beautiful to look at. (Me: “What are those wildflowers? They’re so pretty.”)

The brief scene of Lan Zhan stepping on the Wen flag and then looking up with that “Who shall I kill first?” expression is SO SATISFYING.

In contrast, knowing what we know, it’s so sad to realize this is the last time we see Wei Wuxian with his golden core, especially as he’s trying to keep sounding like an ordinary chastising brother, telling Jiang Cheng, “This is your only chance! Don’t be so impulsive next time.” Oh, our sweet over-generous man.

Episode 19: The revenge begins!

Our dog barked right before Wei Wuxian said “I heard a dog barking” to insult Wen Chao. Which made us laugh.

The electric guitar in the score music when the Wens are flying him out to drop him in the Burial Mounds is not my favorite of the soundtrack. It feels much too modern; doesn’t fit with the rest of the score. Also, the Wens in their upright balancing-on-swords flying positions reminded me of Death Eaters somewhat (from Harry Potter).

Once Wei Wuxian had landed in the Burial Mounds and was being besieged by black vapors and scary voices, husband admitted, “That was a pretty good punishment. This place does not look pleasant.” We then made a few Princess Bride Fire Swamp jokes: “It’s not that bad. The trees are actually quite lovely.”

Why yes, it IS satisfying when Lan Zhan starts smacking guards around—seemingly by barely lifting a finger, no less—and demands to know where Wei Ying is. I hurt for him and Jiang Cheng when they hear he’s been thrown into the Burial Mounds. They’re clearly so stricken.

Incidentally, good thing Jiang Cheng never tries to unsheathe Suibian while they’re carrying it around. He’d have gotten a surprise.

This episode has a lot of effective horror-genre moments: Madam Yu’s eyes bleeding in Jiang Cheng’s dream, the Burial Mounds and all their shrieking disembodied voices, and JiaoJiao freaking out that a ghost is stalking her. Do we think the eyeballs in the chest were her going crazy on her own, or Wei Wuxian sending spells to make her hallucinate? I assume the latter, but she did seem well on her way to losing her mind anyhow.

Next up: Wei Ying introduces Lan Zhan to his demon flute, if you know what I mean.

[moonlightflower21]

So... i saw you're doing light requests again and I've been waiting for ever because you're literally one of my faves. What about boyfriend or even husband Donatello hc?

you, my dear, have unlocked the most sweetest and sassiest of boyfriends

first of all, i don't need to say this but i will

he is so fucking precious

always thinking about you, be it in the middle of patrol or when he's working away

most often than not, breaks out into a smile

the most thoughtful too

meaning he's given you gifts that have taken him a month to plan before

and gets super nervous when you're opening them because what happens if you don't like them???

you love them ofc

his beloved poptarts are now yours too, share away

although, he can't always promise the icing on them won't always be touched

will make up for it though

buys a full packet of poptarts just for you! makes slight puppy eyes at you because they looks so yum

he's made a special place for you in his lab

and it's decorated with selfies and pictures of the both of you

but there's a special photo perched upon his desk, in a deep purple frame with a small lil heart in the corner

it's you and him, side by side grinning like a pair of love sick fools :")

and he looks at that everytime he comes in the lab

smiles instantly, you're so damn beautiful and you're his.

something he still cannot believe

anyone who dares touches you, will recieve a bo staff whip in places where the sun don't shine.

if you're kidnapped, heaven help the perpetrators

donnie will find a way to slowly painfully torture them, because how dare they take you away?!

and anyone who makes fun out of you deliberately will recieve an equally passive aggressive and sharp response in turn

he can't help it, you are his entire love and he will protect your honour 😤

snaps his head so worryingly fast when someone else mentions your name in a conversation

but they know better than to talk bad about you

they'll get a double whooping. one from you and from donnie.

on a much lighter note, this guy is packed with funny and sarcastic comebacks

you guys have so many inside jokes, too many to count

and references to your favourite movies/shows

he knows exactly what to say when you're feeling down.

knows what he needs to do if you're upset

wraps you up in a blanket and takes you to the couch where you'll binge watch and eat on snacks until your mood has lifted

or he will take you to his room and have you lie down with him next to you. cuddles you close, and will listen if you want to rant

hums to you, breaks out into the most ridiculous songs to get you to laugh

and when you do, his dorky laugh promptly follows

comforts you in a way no other human has done or will do

his hugs are so addicting

sometimes it's both arms wrapped around your waist and his chin above your head

other times it could be you in his arms as you both dance wildly

he loves being a little spoon sometimes.

so when you're in bed with him, wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders

your heartbeat will lull him into a deep sleep

loves booping your cheeks and nose

can't help it! loves kissing them too!

loves seeing you swamped in his hoodies because he's reminded how small you are

and when you're not here, he'll wear those same hoodies because they smell like you

loves your smell, btw

and also, sex is so fulfilling with this guy

want him to be a dom? he got you covered

want him to be a sub? already on the bed waiting

want him to be a lil kinky? no probs, already pulling out his lil toys

but there is always love in his actions

no matter what

he will kiss those lovebites and marks he's created upon your body

treats you like his goddess

strokes and caress your skin, until you've dozed off

plants a final last kiss to your lips and snuggles up with you

takes so much time tracing those, can't help but feel a lil cocky about it ;)

he loves the feel of your skin on his, when you're tracing his plastron or the dips and curves in his muscles

your gaze is always filled with love, making him not feel like a freak

with you, he feels normal

he loves that feeling so much

and oh boy, once you guys tie the knot?

heaven 💜 xD

sorry if this was bad lol, hoped you liked it anyway :)