#mother dog giving birth to puppies

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok’s Children

[merakiui]

we know and love our breeding obsessed tweels .. but there’s an obvious candidate whom I haven’t seen given much attention.. and it’s our favourite apple <3

back in harveston, it’s been mentioned how there isn’t much youngins around .. apart from epel and his cousin .. but in terms of ppl his age??? 0 … so it’d be easy for his family to talk him into stuffing you full and getting you pregnant when you come visit one day… you don’t know that epel secretly introduced you to his family as his wife .. and that the analytical eyes they give you and your body was bcs they wanted to see just how many kids you could handle birthing naturally at a time… truly terrifying how they put this much thought into the time you need to rest before being full with his baby again .. bcs they don’t do hospitals but instead the women in the family use their knowledge (midwivery) to advise you </3

aa just the thought of epel and his family peer pressuring you into giving them kids and continuing the family line has you feeling all guilty </3 like it doesn’t matter what u want bcs you’d be doing it for the betterment of the village! how they convince u that eventually, when u become a mother, you’d find happiness that comes w it .. (silly reader … your choice and wants never even mattered in the first place! bcs if you showed resistance they’d just drug u and put u to sleep w epel’s unique magic and get u pregnant anyways </3)

truullyyy terrifying! beware of dear grandma’s sad puppy dog eyes knowing u refuse to give her great-grandkids! (lies … she knows what she’d doing </3)

also! can I be epel felmier anon? 🍎💜

OMG THE SOMNO POTENTIAL WITH EPEL'S UM........ how could I have missed it,,, it's literally called Sleep Kiss. T_T uuuwaaaa Epel wanting to practice his UM and you agree to let him practice it on you because surely it won't have any negative impacts, right? But he puts you to sleep and somno ensues...... or he puts you to sleep and the other first years are around as well. >_< you're like a practice pussy for them......

If anyone's going to gaslight and manipulate you into having children, it's all of Harveston. ;;;;; and most of them do it unintentionally. They just think it's so darling Epel has a best friend (read: wifey) like you who is the sweetest thing they've ever met. You and Epel make such a cute couple (of hopefully expecting parents). All of Harveston dotes on you, showering you with affection every time you visit. You're practically part of the village by now. Whenever you come to visit, whether for a holiday or a break, Marja always welcomes you with open arms, as does the rest of Epel's family. But it's Marja who is especially pleased to see you. She checks you over, asks if you've been eating well at NRC, asks if Epel's been looking out for and taking care of you, and so on.

I feel like the entire village would throw such a huge celebration when you finally become pregnant. They make such an event out of it; it startles you at first, but Epel explains this is just because there are so few children around and everyone, especially the elders, are so very excited to finally see the village grow and become more lively with young folks! You'll have everyone's full support before, during, and after your pregnancy! They are just so fond of you and are always encouraging you to eat lots (of foods that improve fertility, but you don't need to know that...).

[byunpum]

You don’t have to if you don’t want to.but can you please do a child reader she was born on pandora.she lives with some other people in the forest (not in the high camp or where the Sully family lives). She was playing outside when she saw a seed of Eywa. Being the child she is she followed it, it led her somewhere in the forest. Then the sully kids and Spider find her.

AVATAR MASTERLIST

Pandora was never an ideal place to raise a child, but your mother had no choice. She had gotten pregnant, and she was a very low-ranking employee in the RDA. She never had the option to give you a good life, so you ended up stranded on this planet. When the humans were sent back to earth, a group of scientists stayed on pandora. But there was another group of workers…of lower class. Who did not even bother to warn and prepare for them to return home. This forced them to leave the facilities, and create a shelter away from the base. It was a group of 20 people, all adults. Except for you…you were the only child. You were about 8 years old, and you were quite a curious child. You lived with your father, in a small room, which was in one of the 5 wagons, which contained oxygen.

And as expected…that oxygen wouldn't last long. So it was up to your father to fetch some supplies from the nearest base. This was not an activity your father liked, it was boring and somewhat dangerous. "Dad…can I go? Please!!!" you plead, making puppy dog eyes at your father. He shakes his head, arranging some tools in his backpack. "No baby…it's not safe" says your father. You were bored of being on the base, you were only allowed to be in the surroundings, and inside the room. You had limited time with your oxygen mask. "Dad…it's boring here. I promise I'll be with you all the time" you whine, holding your father's hand. Giving a few little hops. You watch as your father looks away, and nuzzles you for a while. He knew how bored you were…being stuck in here all day wasn't healthy for you. You used to spend all day reading books he found, and playing near the base. After letting out a giant sigh he speaks. " Good, but you will be by my side all the time," your father speaks. You jump with excitement, running to get your oxygen mask.

You were at your father's side, just leaving to get lost in the jungle. "Y/N…stay close to me" says your father, you nod your head. Giving your father a big smile. Your father holds out his hand for you to hold, you accept it. And you start your way to the base.

For your father the whole process had been very difficult, your mother had died when she gave birth. You only counted on him, and having a child in this dangerous world. He felt he was going to lose you at any moment. After walking for at least 2 hours, you were on your father's back. "Dad…are we there yet?!!!" you groan, hearing a smile from your father. "I told you the walk was long…but yes. We're here" your father speaks, you look up from your father's shoulder. To see the base. It was all destroyed, and the area your father was looking for. It was a part of storage…the wall of the room was broken, and it was exposed to the jungle. Your father sets you down, walking into the room. "Baby…stay close to me. Why don't you sit in that chair?" your father orders you, pointing to a dirty chair. You sit down, looking all around you. This was much better than being locked in an 8x8 room.

The jungle was quiet, some animal noises could be heard. But everything was harmonious. You enjoy the view, and the breeze that was blowing. Out of nowhere you could see a kind of white leaf… that's how you could describe it. It was approaching, it seemed to be flying in the air. Your eyes widen with surprise, you have never seen anything like this before. You take a quick glance towards your father, he was kneeling down taking the numbers from the oxygen tubes. You get up from your chair and walk further into the jungle. The seed comes closer towards you, almost half a foot away. "It's like…an octopus" you think to yourself, raising your hand to try to touch it. You see it move a little away, but you could still feel it. It was soft. You watch as it starts to move away. "No" you mutter under your breath. And that's when you felt that sensation…it was like someone calling you. Pulling you close to her, you couldn't help it. You were a little confused, but very curious. I won't stray…that far" you think. Starting to follow the seed, you move deeper into the jungle. Until you disappeared into the trees. You knew you didn't have to go far, but you couldn't help it. Following the seed, you watched as they came closer. And they circled around you, inviting you to follow. You laughed and played with them.

Meanwhile not far away ….

"Lo'ak…we are far away from home….dad is going to get upset" says kiri, as he followed his brother. " chill out kiri" says spider, following his friend. The three kids had gone out to play, supposedly close to home. But lo'ak had the wonderful idea to explore deeper into the jungle. "If you don't say anything… Dad won't find out." Lo'ak speaks, hopping across a log as the trio continued deeper into the jungle. It doesn't take long, until kiri notices the presence of one of eywa's seeds, the girl clutches her brother's braid, causing him to yelp. "Hey…look" says kiri pointing to the seed. "That hurt me!!!" lo'ak complains, but watches as the seed is approaching them. Touching lo'ak's nose. Suddenly the seed moves away, pausing. So that the children noticed the signal, and began to lead them. "Should we follow it?" asks spider, kiri laughs. And pushes spider as she chased the seed. Behind her followed lo'ak and then spider.

You were still chasing the seed that had taken you away from your father, you had been following it for about 1 hour. But you didn't even realize that so much time had passed. And how far away you were. Running faster, in order to catch up with the seed. Watching as she stops in a low tree, kneeling down to bring your face closer.

Lo'ak had gone ahead, leaving his sister and his friend behind. Noticing how the seed he was following had landed in a tree. Kneeling down to get closer to it…slowly. Just as he was very close to the seed, she moved upward. Revealing the face of a girl in front of him. Just inches away. Meanwhile you, you stood still. Watching as it was directed towards the yellow eyes of the blue child in front of you. You had never seen a na'vi before, you knew they existed and you had been told something about them. But you had never had contact with them. Lo'ak sighs, and you can feel his breath create moisture in the glass of your oxygen mask. "Hello?" says lo'ak. You scream loudly, sitting up on your butt. Moving you backwards. Your back hit a log. You had a horrified look on your face. "Hey…easy honey," says kiri. In a calm voice, trying to get closer.

The girl was speaking in Na'vi language, you calm down a bit. You didn't understand anything about what she was saying. But you could tell she was trying to be nice. Your eyes scan your current situation, there were two na'vi children and a child just like you. "She's not from around here, is she?" says lo'ak looking at spider. "Mmm no, I don't know her" says spider. There was a rather long silence, until lo'ak settled in straight. "I AM LO'AK…. IT'S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU" says lo'ak in slow English. Kiri had to laugh, shoved at his brother. Spider came over to you, kneeling in front of you. The boy smiles a little. "Hello…my name the spider, he is lo'ak and she is kiri. Where are you from?" speaks spider, you settle a little in your place. Noticing how the two na'vi boys approached your side, they looked so intigrated by your presence. Just as you were about to respond, jake's voice is heard in the background. Approaching quickly.

"Kids what are you doing here, I told you to stay close" says jake, not noticing your presence. "Ahhh Dad…we can explain" says kiri, moving a little to reveal your appearance. Jake stares at you for a moment, he had never seen this girl before. She looked kind of raggedy. Well…it wasn't like everyone in the shelter was well groomed. But this little girl looked kind of abandoned. Jake approaches carefully, watching as the little girl's eyes widened. "Hello baby… where are you from?" asks jake. He speaks in na'vi first, but then asks the same question in English. "I live with my dad" you speak softly, you were scared. Jake takes your hand, and strokes with his thumb your little hand. "Ahh ok, and is he around?" jake asks. You lift your shoulders, you had lost track of your father a long time ago. "I think I'm lost" you speak. Jake thinks for a moment, you were a girl he had never seen before.

*tin…tin…tin*

A warning noise from one of the oxygen machines was sounding indicating that the oxygen level was too low. Spider looks at his box, and sees that everything is fine. But then you look at yours, and raise your head in fear. Jake grabs you by the arm. "honey…come on we need to fill the oxygen" jake says, you back away a little, unsure to follow him. "You're going to be okay…I promise" says spider, reaching out to take your hand. You agree, you had no choice. You had at least 20 minutes before the oxygen in your mask ran out. Jake picked you up and held you. He didn't want you to walk, that could cause you to lose more oxygen. He started on his way to the lab.

One hour back….

As soon as your father missed your footsteps, he turned to see that you had disappeared. He dropped all the tools. Getting up from the floor to look for you. "Y/N!!! MY LOVE!!!" shouts the man, he was getting very nervous. Walking around his surroundings to look for you, but nothing. He kept screaming your name and no one was answering him. Some tears started to come out of his eyes. This couldn't be happening' he thinks to himself. Pandora is dangerous, and he knew that your mask was barely oxygenated. He was looking for you, until his own mask told him there was no oxygen. He sat on the ground for a moment, he had to go back to his camp. Get ready and come back to look for you with more help.

Jake quickly entered the lab, behind him his children followed him. Lo'ak kept asking you questions, even though you didn't understand half the words, you tried to answer him. As you entered, Jake put you on the floor, and took off your oxygen mask. " Now…we're safe mmm what's your name?" jake speaks, you giggle a little. Wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater. "Y/N" you laugh widely. Making jake laugh, you were adorable. He could tell you were smaller than his children, even smaller than spider. Lo'ak takes your hand, dragging you over to where some cushions were. The children approached you, kiri sat next to you, touching your hair. While Lo'ak began to introduce you to his toys, which he had in a pouch on his waist.

Norm approaches jake, looking at jake curiously. "What about that little girl?" the man asks. "I have no idea…the kids found her. I brought her here because her oxygen was too low. But I don't know where she came from?" jake stands watching his children play with the new girl. She looked so impressed by everything, it seemed like everything around her was new to her. "From what I can see from her clothes…her parents have to be D class" norm says. This is weird for jake. "I didn't know there were 'classes' in the RDA" says jake. Norm laughs a little, clearing his throat. "Well yes…class A the bosses…class B the scientists, class C for soldiers. And then class D, the workers. Like cleaners, miners etc." Says jake, while keeping silent. "She sure is lost" says norm. jake nods his head.

Night had come, and you had been playing all afternoon with the children. You could hear the heavy rain pounding on the roof of the lab. Jake told you that it was best for you to spend the night here in the lab. And that he would look for your father in the morning, he had to reassure you. You had already started to cry, you knew you were wrong to stay away from your father. "Calm down," says lo'ak, hugging you. Norm made room for you in the spider room, which was a bunk bed. You settle into bed, closing your eyes quickly, but not before hearing spider say to you. "If you need anything…I'm down here," says the boy. You sigh with relief, and fall asleep.

The next morning, Jake had left early to find your father and that camp. Norm accompanied him. You wake up, looking around for a moment, wiping your eyes. Watching as someone peeks up the bunk stairs. "You're awake already!!! Come…..max prepare breakfast" spider announces to you, rushing out.You get out of bed, walking towards the lab. Max introduced himself when he saw you, you shyly greet him. The man hands you a plate of food, you sit down next to spider. You didn't used to have breakfast every day, in your camp food was limited. So you felt strange, but you still finish your meal.

After lunch, spider invited you to go out and play…he said something like 'let's go look for sully's". You follow him, grabbing your new oxygen mask, and following the boy. Not even 5 minutes passed, when you hear the screams of the kids from the day before.

Lo'ak ran as fast as he could, approaching you. Hugging you by the upper torso, lifting you off the ground. "My baby!!!" lo'ak moves you from side to side. You were so small next to him, to him you were a cute little baby. "Hello lo'ak!!!" you greet him. You were laughing, kiri walks over to his brother and pushes him.

"Let her go…she's not a toy" kiri scolds her brother. Fixing some pieces of your hair, the previous evening she had prepared your hair. "She is Y/N?" speaks neteyam. You turn to look at the other boy. He was bigger than all of you, he looked kind of scared and curious at the same time. "Yes…she is "lo'ak was excited to introduce you. "She's not from around here…so she doesn't speak na'vi" kiri says, watching as neteyam greets you shyly. You greet him too, you could tell he was much quieter. "By the way…this is my brother" says lo'ak,pulling out an ikran made of wood to give you. In very basic English, but you could understand him. "I give you my toy" says the boy. Just before you take it you hear a familiar voice call your name.

You turn around and see your father next to Jake and Norm. Behind him was the group of 20 people who were at the base. You run as fast as you can, jumping up to hug your father. "Hello my love!!!" your father hugs you tightly. "I'm sorry…I didn't have to walk away…but" you try to argue, but your father gives you a kiss on the crown of your head. "Honey…it's okay!!! Everything is fine" says your father. You move a little away from your father, checking on your other companions. You could see that they had some suitcases and bags. You look at your father again with excitement. "Are we…are we staying?" you ask. Your father nods, while you hug him.

Jake had found your father near the facility with a group of men. They are screaming your name. It was a foolish decision, knowing that the pandora's jungle was very dangerous. But from the tone of voice, they could hear the desperation in his tone of voice. As jake and norm approached, they were able to convince the group of men that it was best for them to move to the main base. Where they would be safe, your father hesitated for a while. But he agreed, their current camp was in ruins. He warned the whole group, and packed up their belongings. Norm promised them, they would look for the facilities and they would be safe after all. They all had to help each other.

"So Y/N is going to stay?" yells lo'ak, rushing to carry you and hug you. "Lo'ak!!!" you yell but playfully, your feet wiggling in the air. "Yeah…but lo'ak, watch out for the girl" jake says, helping you down. Lo'ak hands you the toy, "here you go…now we can play every day" the boy was very excited, as were you. Taking the toy in your hands, you now hug Lo'ak. Jake laughs, and shook his head. You two had met, and already you were acting as if you had known each other for a lifetime.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I have the need to ask about something really cliche, but I can't help it. I'm still crying because DOG ended.

May I ask if they will have babies? How Dog König would react if Reader gets pregnant? Would he be proud or happy of having a pup? Does he want a whole pack of puppies?

I'm afraid König will start to hound reader about raising a family with him right after they get married. Poor thing just can't catch a break with this guy :/

A litter of puppies is the ultimate dream for König, some peak fantasy, but he will be happy with just one pup if she decides to act difficult about it. He will pester her about getting off her birth control pills, and gives lengthy monologues about what a great mother she would be. He also whines about how he's too old to produce good sperm if they wait around for too long.

Baby fever König shouldn't be allowed near children because he puts literally everyone into awkward situations (a two meter man with crooked teeth and a broken nose baby talking to a 10-year old can be an off putting sight). One way or another, he will persuade her to reproduce with him, and it isn't even because he wants to have control over how many times they have sex. He actually thinks they should make babies and that he'd be a relatively good father!

What König *actually* likes is the idea of coming home to his family – ever growing, if possible. He already loves this future image of a plump baby being propped on his wife's teat when he comes home, maybe another child clutching at her hem, asking if dad brought any "souvenirs" from his "work trip".

He wants her to feed him homemade lasagna and then sit down at the table and feed their baby too while he eats — König would love to watch a pair of swollen tits being suckled by his very own baby, this beautiful idyll playing out so nicely before him. He would love to see his pretty girl all plush and weary, his perfect wife now in desperate need of a bath and a hug. Reader being a bit too spent and tired to say no to him and his ideas is just what König needs: maybe she's one of those moms who cry at night, wailing that they're too tired to go to their children. This would mean he is needed once again to come to her (and now also the baby's) rescue.

Dog König thinks it's filthily romantic to make love to her with the intention of getting her pregnant, but little does he think about the consequences to her and what this all entails. He promises to do everything right though, and makes a huge deal about the performance itself. Refuses to pull out afterwards, does it only when he absolutely has to and tries to hold her legs and ass up to keep the sperm in, even if she clearly stated that she's not ovulating. When she peeps under him that neither of them are ready to be parents, he shushes her softly, gathers the drooling cum on the tip of his cock, and pushes it back in :(

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Oh boy jokes on you, saying "give me Shoji asks" summons me from the void! How about werewolf or puppy boy head canons? Like he's had a hard life, and reader is just good and gentle to him? Calls him a handsome boy?

I AM FIFHTING THE URGE TO CONVULSE TWITCH AND DIE AHHHHHHHH ANON I LOBE UIUE BIG BRAIN SO MUCH

🜸 First and foremost, Shoji is definitely a big dog breed. I’m thinking like Tibetan Mastiff. Big, beefy boy with the fluffiest ears and MASSIVE tail.

🜸 I think reader would most likely have adopted Shoji in a hybrid adoption shelter. He had a very neglectful past; his mother passing not long after birthing him, being thrown from house to house. Some people were really mean and beat him, giving the poor puppyboynasty scars on his mouth 🥺🥺

🜸 He handed himself in to the shelter. He couldn’t afford to live on the streets since he needed a bed and food. Poor puppy just wanted a proper chance at a family 🥺

🜸 Many families pulled faces at the thought of keeping Shoji. He was so so big, and given his background they all thought he’d be too rough with the kids.

🜸 SOBBING THATS WHEN HE WEARS A MUZZLE TO MAKE PEOPLE FEEL COMFORTABLE BUT DOESNT REALISE IT CAUSES THE OPPOSITE ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

🜸 You end up wandering into the adoption agency, looking for a more mature hybrid to take home. You were brought in front of the MASSIVE hybrid who looked far too cramped for his pen :(

🜸 His eyes shone a little at the idea of being seen. You knelt in front of him, offering him a smile before seeing the muzzle.

The attendant at the agency led you through the heavy metal door amidst all of the noisy yapping of other hybrids. He knocked on Shoji’s door to get his attention.

Shoji’s fluffy ears pricked up. A meeting? Someone wanted to see him?! Quiet hope flooded his system. He hoped that this person would be lovely, and love him like he deserved.

You step back a little to give Shoji his space as he opens the door. The hybrid’s head bumped noisily against the door as you winced in sympathy. A small whine left his lips as he rubbed his sore ears, before shutting up and looking at you.

Your eyes widened a little bit at the sight of the bulky muzzle. You couldn’t recall a history of biting or aggression. Putting that aside, you smiled softly at the tall puppyboy. Shoji’s tail wagged slowly, bending down so he was sat on his knees in front of you. Again, your eyes widened at his practised submission.

You got to your knees too, leaving a respectful amount of space between the two of you.

“Hello, sweet boy. My, aren’t you so pretty,” you cooed softly, offering a hand for Shoji to sniff if he should so want. Onyx eyes widened.

He was…pretty?!

His head found itself slowly dropping, until it made contact with your hand. Your fingers worked a gentle rhythm near the base of his ears, hearing the womp of his tail behind him. You giggle softly, much to Shoji’s delight. Your head turns to the attendant.

“Can we get the paperwork started, please? I’d love to take Shoji home today if possible.”

🜸 You’d asked about the muzzle, your heart melting when the attendant said that he only took it off to eat. He said that Mezo was frightened of people seeing his face and being scared of him.

🜸 He also gave you his history. Mezo did NOT do well with abandonment. He was a very anxious hybrid, often bending over backwards for other hybrids so they would like him, much to no avail.

🜸 You took Mezo home that day.

The thick door of your home opened slowly, allowing Mezo to sniff around. His tail hadn’t stopped wagging since you clipped the generic brand collar around his neck. The leash hung loosely in your hand, making Mezo a little anxious but didn’t dampen his new mood.

You undid your shoes, placing them neatly on the rack. A hearty sigh left your lips as you faced your new puppyboy.

“Well my sweet boy, I’m super hungry. Would you like some lunch?” You offered him gently.

Mezo’s mind blanked out at the nickname.

He was…sweet?

“Mezo?” You asked him softly. Black eyes snapped back to you as he stood awkwardly in the hall. Is it too soon to ask for cuddles? You smiled at him softly.

“Here, come in the living room. You’re free to explore anywhere you like,” you explained happily, leaving to go to the kitchen. A quiet whine makes you turn your head around to the shaky puppyboy. Your heart melted at the sight of his teary eyes.

“Oh no, sweet pup don’t cry! I know new places can be scary,” you walk to him, slowly placing your hands in his snow white locks.

His tail wagged as his hands struggled to stay by his sides. You caught on immediately.

“Would you like to cuddle, my good boy?” You ask him softly. Mezo nodded wildly, following you to the couch. He kneels in front of you, wrapping his arms around you as he rests his face against your tummy. The muzzle rides uncomfortably into your tummy as you wince.

“Mezo? You know you can take the muzzle off. I know you don’t have a problem with biting or aggression.”

Mezo physically tenses beneath you.

“I know of your background. I know your poor face has been scarred. But please know,” you lift his teary face with your hands.

“I’m never going to give you up. You don’t need to keep the muzzle on whenever we’re in the same room. I understand if you want to keep your face covered until you feel comfortable, but I have some bandanas and masks. They’d be so much better for your poor skin,” you offered, kissing Mezo’s forehead gently.

Poor Mezo’s brain was melting. So much praise and choice was too much.

“M-mask please,” he mumbled shyly. You smiled at the sound of his gruff voice.

“Of course, sweet boy.”

[paintingwhiteceilings]

can you make exo members as your childhood best friend? and with fem reader please! love your writing <3

❃EXO members as your childhood best friend❃

A/N: Hiii thank you so much for this ask! I am so sorry that it has taken me months to finally respond to it :’)  I spent the last few months birthing a 35.000-word, 65-page thesis so I didn’t have any time/energy left to do any creative writing. Regardless, thank you for this cute ask! It was fun reminiscing over my memories with my childhood friend that I have known since I was four months old. Thank you for being so patient with me the very long wait, hopefully, this makes up for it!

Xiumin/Minseok:

✾ Xiumin and you became friends during recess in primary school. He noticed your classmates constantly picked you last whenever you played a game together during recess. Thus, whenever he was chosen to be a team captain, he made sure to pick you first, resulting in you two becoming close friends.

✾ Your mom adores him; heck, she prefers him over you. Xiumin has always been the perfect son; he got perfect grades, is polite, is handsome, cleans up after himself, etc. Whenever you call her, she asks whether you can pass the phone to him so she can ask her favourite child how he is doing.

✾ He is a very consistent friend. Regardless of how busy his schedule is, he makes sure to drop by your place regularly. If he can't visit you in person, he will have a four-hour phone call with you instead, where you two talk about everything and anything happening in your lives.

✾ At some point during your friendship, he had a massive crush on you. He never told you -and you might not have noticed it- but it was incredibly obvious to everyone around you as they watched him follow you with puppy dog eyes. Your mother still holds out hope that you will end up together.

Suho/Junmyeon:

✾ You guys became friends all the way back in pre-school when Suho noticed you were having trouble learning how to tie your shoelaces. Five-year-old Suho wasted no time and offered to help you out, patiently teaching you how to do it. You have stuck together ever since, remaining close throughout your teenage years.

✾ Suho dragged you through secondary school; if it hadn't been for him functioning as your tutor throughout your educational career, you would not have had the grades you ended up graduating with. Nowadays, he mostly gives you advice on work and will look over contract details with you when needed.

✾ He was 1000% your wealthy, rich best friend growing up. His childhood birthday parties were incredibly lavish; he would take all his friends to theme parks when he was younger, his parents paying for every expense. Even nowadays, he never misses a chance to spoil you rotten, taking you on already-paid-for trips whenever he is able to.

✾ You guys have stayed at each other's places so often that you call each other's parents mom and dad. It is not unusual for one of you to have dinner with the other's parents without the other present.  

✾ Compared to the other members, he is less consistent with meetups, not minding it too much when a lot of time passes between phone calls. You can go months without talking to each other before sending the other a random TikTok or stopping by each other's place unannounced.

Baekhyun:

✾ The two of you have a crazy story of how you met. You met Baekyhun shortly after moving into the same street. At the time, you were convinced mermaids were real, so you decided it was perfectly reasonable to dive into the river running next to your house to introduce yourself to them without actually being able to swim. Luckily for you, Baekyhun happened to be playing nearby and jumped in after you without a second thought, rescuing you from drowning. He still holds it over you whenever he needs a favour.  

✾ You have so many weird stories of when you were growing up together. You two would constantly get into trouble, most of it initiated by Baekyhun. It got to the point where your teachers decided to put you in different classes to prevent you two from pulling pranks during class.

✾ Your place is his place, and vice versa. On one occasion, you accidentally switched apartments; Baekyhun had gone over to yours whilst you had visited him. You still complain that he should cover your grocery bills as he tends to eat most of the food in your fridge whenever he is over.

✾ Baekyhun is such a loyal friend; he will always have your back and drop everything to come running when you tell him you need him. Baekyhun has friends he has known for over 20 years; he is a friend for life.

Chen/Jongdae:

✾ Your dad and his dad were best friends, introducing you to one another when you were two years old in the hopes you would become best friends, too. At first, you two were painfully shy, hiding behind your fathers to stare at the other strange kid, but after leaving you two alone for an hour, you two became quick friends.

✾ He acts very much like a brother. Chen can be super annoying, teasing you whenever he gets a chance, but he will drop everything and anything when you call him. He will not let anyone else -not even his members- tease you; it is only okay if he does it.

✾ You two give each other the best advice. You guys regularly call each other to talk about whatever problems and hardships you are going through. 

✾ Chen wasted no time in asking you to be one of the bridesmaids at his wedding. God knows how much you contributed to the two getting together and how much time you spent helping Chen plan the proposal. 

✾ Chen and his wife immediately called you to ask whether you wanted to be the godmother the moment they discovered she was pregnant. He cannot wait for you to have a child of your own so they can become best friends, too.

Chanyeol:

✾ You two met in primary school when you were six, and your teacher decided to have you sit together. Chanyeol got super competitive when he discovered you had gotten a higher grade than him on a spelling test, resulting in a friendly rivalry. To this day, you two get along perfectly well, but the moment that grades or board games are involved, a war will break out.

✾ He 1000% bullied you into playing video games with him. Chanyeol even bought you a gaming laptop, trying to convince you to join him. Regardless of his schedule or location, you have a regular game night where you play random multiplayer games, affectionately yelling at each other.

✾ You developed a tiny crush on Chanyeol when you first saw him after he got his growth spurt. It did not last very long, however; you remembered he was the same Chayeol who once ate a crayon on a dare and puked the contents of his stomach all over your shoes.

✾ Chanyeol is the worst wingman. He is very protective over you, and, according to his opinion, nobody is good enough to date you. Whenever you go out drinking, he will lurk behind you, attempting to intimidate whoever dares to come up to you. This man might be secretly in love with you and absolutely in denial about his feelings.

✾ Chanyeol once wrote a song about your friendship, but he has not yet made up his mind on whether he wants to release it. Part of him feels he should save it for a solo album.

D.O./Kyungsoo:

✾ You met Kyungsoo as he is the son of your mother's best friend. His mother had asked yours to introduce you two as Kyungsoo was a painfully shy child, and she wanted him to have more friends his age. Initially, he was quiet around you, hiding behind his mother whenever she brought him over. However, he slowly came out of his shell the more you played together.  

✾ You two didn’t attend the same schools but remained good friends nonetheless. Whenever school would end, you would rush to meet up underneath a big old tree in the park near your house. You would sit there for hours, talking about your day or doing your homework together, until it got dark.

✾ Kyungsoo never told you, but you were the main reason why he pursued a career in acting and singing. You never failed to hype him up, giving him the confidence to put himself out there. He fondly remembers the countless karaoke nights where you would be his biggest fan, praising his skills when the song would end.

✾ He definitely developed a crush on you somewhere during your teenage years. Kyungsoo never felt the need to act on it, finding your friendship too precious to risk anything. His friends were very aware of it, though, teasing him whenever he would rush out the moment school ended to meet up with you.

Kai/Jongin:

✾ You two met on a playground when you were three years old. Someone had pushed you off the wigwam, and Kai, seeing you cry, stood up for you as much as a three-year-old can stand up for someone else. He refused to leave your side after, playing with you until it was time to go home. You two have been close friends ever since.

✾ He insisted on you taking dance classes with him, thinking it was fun to have something to do together. It became your regular weekly meetup point, enabling you to stay connected even when you went to different schools. You would show up an hour before class would start, just so you could talk without being scolded by the teacher, and would take your sweet time walking home, squeezing out as much time as you could.  

✾ You recognize that Kai is incredibly handsome whenever you see him perform, but all you are able to see when he thrusts his hips is the same kid who once fell into a pond when he was collecting a bunch of rocks because he thought they were pretty and cried over a feather because he felt bad for the bird that lost it. Having so many embarrassing childhood memories of him is why you are still sane and not drooling over him.

✾ Kai bombards you with messages throughout the day; you once had over fifty notifications from him as he sent you every video and photo of a dog or cat he stumbled upon.

Sehun:

✾ You and Sehun met during daycare and initially did not get along whatsoever. You two got into a fight when Sehun stole the stuffed animal you were playing with, resulting in the caretaker putting the both of you in time-out. Weirdly enough, you bonded over your time in toddler jail, becoming inseparable after you were set free.

✾ Sehun and you constantly bicker with one another, having no problem calling the other one out or, as you like to put it, keeping the other person humble. To those who know you well, they liken your dynamic to that of an old married couple. However, people who do not know your friendship tend to assume you hate each other.

✾ Sehun gets insanely jealous when you hang out with his members or other friends of his. You are his friend, and as much as he likes his friends getting along, the bratty part of him hates when you do not have time for him. He will become incredibly whiny when too much time has passed between meetups and when he feels like you are ditching him for your friends.

✾ Sehun is your favourite gossip buddy. He will randomly call you to tell you whatever drama he witnessed or caught wind of. If calling is not an option, he will instead send you a thirty-minute voice note explaining the situation in full detail. Your chat is basically a podcast where you update one another about people you do not know and drama that does not concern you.

Masterlist

[coallise]

Happy life in heaven

This is part of one au that @seramilla /@contrivedchaos birthed from the ask box. Carmilla and her daughters are happy winners in heaven. Vaggie got hurt bad and needs physical therapy and maybe a mother and sisters.

Emily focused in on Carmilla and rushed over, a bounce in her step.

“‘Milla!” Emily cheered before hugging the angel's side.

Carmilla stood tall amongst the other winners, black and white hair pulled into a bun wearing a black off the shoulder top and white leggings and black pointe shoes. She gave Emily a one armed hug and kissed her head.

“Hola, nina, what do you need,” Carmilla asked. With her were her two daughters Odette and Clara. Odette wore a white button up over her leggings and long sleeved top. Clara had a red crop top and cargo pants over her leggings.

“Ok, so one of heaven defenders got really hurt. She needs physical therapy and I was hoping you could teach her how to dance. She's getting so depressed doing the normal physical therapy exercises and,” Emily started to ramble.

“Have her met us at the dance studio at three. We're there every weekday. Do you know what she should wear or?” Carmilla asked, already pulling out the list for the required clothes.

“I got it! Thank you so much! I'll let her know,” Emily gave her one more squeeze before flying off.

At 2:30 Vaggie was looking at the door of the dance studio. She didn't know why she agreed to take the dance lessons, she could barely walk without a cane, therapy has gotten her nowhere but Emily's puppy dog eyes made her melt.

She took a deep breath and hobbled in on her cane. The inside was warm, old worn wood floors, walls with dents from various posters and decorations being posted and taken off.

“Oh hey! You must be Vaggie,” Clara bounced up to her, “I'm Clara, come on, I'll show you the studio.” 

Clara took her hand and brought her to the elevator. It was worn down and had a gate as a door.

“I never seen a place this worn down in heaven before,” Vaggie mentioned as the elevator went up and she saw the old bricks of the shaft.

“Well, it's designed after the studio we started dancing at when we were alive. When mama mentioned wanting to give lessons, the studio took to the appearance of our memories of this studio,” Clara explained. The elevator shifted before stopping. Clara dragged her again to the studio room.

It was well kept and clean but worn down like the rest. The shine had been buffed off the bars that lined the room and some mirrors had been discolored. Off to the side was Odette and Carmilla stretching.

“Mama! Vaggie's here!” Clara called.

“Can you bring her to the benches, mija, I'm going grab her shoes,” Carmilla went to the far end and pick up a box while Clara sat Vaggie down on the work bench. She traced the grain and words that had been carved in it.

“Ok, chiquita, this is how you tie ballet flats, you cross them here,” Carmilla started as she started to tie the shoes.

“Si habla Espanol, “ Vaggie pointed out.

“¿Quieres que hablemos español durante la lección?” Carmilla asked as she helped Vaggie to her feet and led her to the bar where her daughters were stretching.

“No, we can continue in English,” Vaggie didn't want to mention her Spanish had gotten rusty over the years. 

“Fair, now let's start with stretching, try and touch your toes,” Carmilla instructed. She led Vaggie threw the stretches and the basics before it was time for dinner and the end of the lesson.

“Adios, Vaggie,” Carmilla said. Her heart tugged in the direction Vaggie was walking, an unspoken invite to dinner on her lips.

Each day for a week went similar, Vaggie could walk by herself for a good hour now, which made her happy.

“Chiquita,” Carmilla said as she held the sleeve of the tshirt Vaggie was wearing. It had bad sweat stains on it.

“It's hard doing laundry by myself. I'll wash it soon, I promise,” Vaggie blushed and turned away.

“Shouldn't you have someone helping you?” Carmilla's grip tightened. Clara and Odette started to pack their stuff despite being the beginning of practice.

“Well, a guy comes every day but, I can do fine on my own,” Vaggie tried. She stumbled when Carmilla yanked the shirt and started to drag her to the elevator. “Where are we going?”

“Your place,” Carmilla's clipped her words. Vaggie understood that there was no room for argument with that tone. Vaggie hung her head in shame when they arrived. Trash bags were full of takeout containers too heavy for her to put in the trashcan, clothes in a pile by her bed, some lightbulbs had burned out.

Carmilla twitched.

“Mama, we got the kitchen,” Clara supplied.

“It's -” Vaggie was about to protest but the look Carmilla sent her made her shut up. The three started to work on cleaning the small apartment, Carmilla had the clothes in a bag over her shoulder.

“We can wash these at our house, someone needs a shower,” Carmilla ordered. Vaggie opened her mouth to protest but ended up nodding.

“Do you have a shower seat?” She ended up asking.

“Of course, mij- chiquita,” Carmilla coughed at her slipup. No one mentioned it.

Carmilla's house was bright and airy with a large outdoor garden in the middle. Vaggie had to admit the shower felt amazing and being in clean pajamas was so nice.

When she was done, Vaggie went to the kitchen where Carmilla and Clara were starting dinner.

“Chiquita, think you can set the table?” Carmilla asked.

“Plates and silverware are in the cabinet,” Clara pointed to an antique cabinet where plates were on display. Vaggie easily set the table and Odette came in to say the clothes were in the wash.

“You stained some stuff bad, I used half the bottle of pretreat and I'm not sure if it got it all out,” Odette said.

“Oh well, we'll just get her new clothes to replace them,” Carmilla put a large bowl of chili on the table as Clara put some arepas down. They waited till everything was set and Carmilla took her first plate before they got there's. Every time Vaggie turned away, her plate was refilled. She knew better to leave any on her plate and tried fighting off the three sets of hands determined to put more on her plate.

“I'm full, para! I'm full!” Vaggie yelled, turning her plate over.

“Too full for churros?” Carmilla asked. Vaggie paused, it was a trap and she knew it. They weren't done, desert wouldn't be brought out yet, but if she said yes then she wouldn't get churros, if she said no then they'll put more food on her plate.

“The food needs to settle,” Vaggie tried. It seemed like the right answer as they backed off. After awhile, the churros were brought out and they ate them while watching the TV. Vaggie didn't know when she fell asleep but when she woke up, she was in a bed with a quilt, the morning sun shining threw the window and the smell of pancakes in the air.

“Mijas! Breakfast!” Carmilla's voice rang threw the house. Vaggie groaned as she got up and put on a random outfit. It was a red blouse with a knee length skirt she didn't remember owning.

“Can chiquitas have breakfast too or is it only for mijas?” Vaggie joked when she came in, neither daughter was there yet.

“I think I have enough pancakes for a chiquita,” Carmilla rubbed Vaggie's head. She hesitated a moment before kissing it, “thou you might be able to take their portions soon.”

Carmilla waited a moment before sighing, “Clara! Odette! Breakfast!” 

Vaggie flinched and she heard two sets of feet run over.

“We're here, mama!” Clara said, she was putting on her shirt, hair undone. Odette held up her pants with one hand, toothbrush in her mouth.

“Finally, and here I was starting to think we were going to have to eat this ourselves,” Carmilla smiled as they all sat down.

Vaggie tried to go home but each day for months she found herself eating at their table, sleeping in their bed and battling the two for their shower.

“Mama! Look! I finally did it!” Vaggie called over. She could finally do a standing split.

Clara and Odette had their jaws on the floor as Carmilla got tears in her eyes.

“Perfecto, eso es Perfecto,” Carmilla paused before smiling, “mija.”

Vaggie suddenly realized she called Carmilla mama and tried to take it back but that was hard when she was pulled into a backbreaking hug.

[mayullla]

Platonic yandere cyno please 🐝🌹

Title: A deal that your mother made.

Character(s): Cyno (Genshin Impact) Summary: Your mother made a deal with her familiar, that if she died he would be the one who would take care of you, her child. Yet this was not what she wanted when he took you away in a domain where no one could come in or go out. Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere, gn!reader (child), imprisonment, nothing mentioned about a dad but only a mom who is a witch, 1.2k words

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

Your mother was a witch hidden in a cottage within the forest. Before she gave birth to you she had made a contract with an equally powerful familiar. A monster from another realm called Cyno.

He was the one who watched over you when you were born when your mother was too busy to care for you or too tired after long days of work. That didn't mean that you were not loved by her. For she loved you dear in her heart that she made a deal with her familiar that even after her death he would continue to look after you.

Cyno too after time had also come to cherish you and thought that this peaceful picture would last a long time. 

However, that was not the case.

It happened all too soon when your mother demanded that he take you still a baby and leave this place. Cyno was able to run away, disappearing, taking you away in his arms. He disappeared into the air appearing a little far away from the small cottage home where the three of you lived as he watched people with torches and pickaxes show up at the front door. He watched as your mom fought them off using spells and potions but she was easily pushed to the ground and taken away.

Cyno wanted to save her, yet he was unable to for your mother told him that no matter what the reason was to never show himself but to keep you safe and to take you somewhere far far away from any danger.

And far away he took you... where no human would be able to go, somewhere where no one could ever touch you, hurt you. He wanted nothing more than to keep you safe, but maybe it was too much. A domain of his own making just for you. Your mother had made a deal after all that if something would ever happen to her, she would give all of her remaining magic at death to her familiar in return that he would watch over you in her place.

But this was not what she wanted.

Your mother was a kind-hearted woman who could not actively hurt others no matter what but was also a very powerful witch. She wanted you to have a normal life, one where as you grow older you would make friends with others, find someone you love and marry and maybe have a family. 

Yet with all her magic channeled towards her familiar it was simple for him to mix with his own magic and make a huge space, a domain where only you and him lived. Away from all the pain and anguish, away from all the injustice.

"Cyno!! I look what I found!" "Hmmm?" Cyno looked up from his cards looking at you who rushed here as soon as you found something interesting to show. "There is a pretty white flower and it looks just like your hair!" You told him excitedly, showing him the white flower you found. 

And pretty it was.

"Here this is yours hehe!"

"Thank you. This flower indeed matches the color of my hair." Cyno took the white flower gazing at the illusion that he created within this space. This was a place fueled with magic after all, some parts real, some parts a mere illusion that you could touch. Taking the cottage that you once lived in with your mother, Cyno created a field around it and right beside tall mountains.

You peered curiously at Cyno hiding half your face from the couch arm with a hopeful look in your eyes. "Uncle Cyno, is it okay if I go out to play?" You asked, giving your uncle puppy dog eyes.

Cyno didn't look at you, still examining the white flower that you had given him something that he would deeply cherish. "You are already playing outside. Are you not?" But you shook your head at his words.

"No! No! Like outside outside!" You raised your hand waving at him, as if no he is wrong that is not what you meant. "I want to go outside this place and see the world that mom used to live in." You told him, "You always told me what mom was like and I want to see what world she lived in and see people!"

You had become curious about the world that your mother lived in, Cyno had told you some stories of her to keep her in your memories one way or another. You were always curious about the world outside but it seems that your interest had become bigger and bigger as time passed. As you grew a little older and could walk alone without falling, you were allowed to roam around the mountain. No one lived there that could be a potential threat nor did Cyno ever create wild animals in the domain that could potentially hurt you.

You were satisfied with exploring the mountain at first on your own. You kept on bringing many things for Cyno that you found interesting.

But... At one point you wandered too far and found a line between the dirt land that you were standing on and nothingness. You were too smart for your own good, too curious than what Cyno hoped you would be. You were curious about the many books that laid around the room, knowing that most belonged to your mother. You told Cyno you wanted to also do magic at one point. Follow in your mother's footsteps...

Cyno didn't mind the idea that you would become similar to your mom but he wanted you to stay here where it is safe.

"When you are older," Cyno told you, finally looking at you as you acted like a deflating balloon. "But that was what you told me a year ago too! I am older now." You complained but Cyno shook his head. "When you are much older."

"I am older than yesterday ~!" Innocent blinking.

"No. You need to be older than me."

You pouted at him at his words but stayed still when Cyno patted your head, a small on his lips. "But then I must wait a long time!!"

"Why don't you go out again and water the crops on the farm and then let's eat dinner okay?" Your pout became even bigger at his words, with him only avoiding the conversation but you could only sigh. "Okay..." You grumbled. Cyno had always been so stubborn when it came to the outside world, he brought everything from the outside world that you ever wanted. Paints, books, and whatever that could become a potential hobby or a pastime.

But he would never let you go out yourself.

And to be fair Cyno would like to keep it that way. Under whatever circumstance he would never let you out of here, and he would do everything he could to keep you here. Even if you ended up hating him for it as you grew older locked in your own room with a chain on your ankle to the bedpost when you attempted to escape.

You will never know what happened to the village after that day, the village with no life dyed in red blood. Cyno would never let those people get away and whoever was able to he had uttered them down and shoved a spear at their hearts. He never cared to make their life as miserable as possible even if he wanted he had someone back in his domain he needed to care of.

Cyno would keep you here, for all he wanted was to protect you.

Note: If there is anything that hints that reader is a fem! or there is a mistake of some sort please kindly tell me! I am not used to writing gn and do sometimes make mistakes I will try to edit as soon as I can!

[dairy-farmer]

I'm the anon who made the original ask of Jack knocking Tim up to keep him from being Robin and I am OBSESSED with what that newest ask you answered as of March 1 or 2 consists of!!

Bc just imagine it! A few years down the road, a decade and some change, Tim is 26/27 and heavily pregnant once again with another of the Red Hood's babies, and his two oldest son's are getting to be that age where they notice things like girls and boobs and think about sex, and well, their house is very open in regards to that, so they're exposed to that stuff often enough (seeing Tim breastfeed one of his many babies, just having his entire bare chest out, not to mention all of the sex he has with Jason ((and tbh I don't think Jack would be totally impotent? So there are still a few instances where any of Tim's kids have walked in on their heavily pregnant mother being railed by their grandpa)), there isn't much left to the imagination when it comes to sex). Is it any wonder when the older kids start to wonder what sex is like, but specifically with their slutty mom?

The older two kids, 12 and 11, talk to Jack and Jack has an idea, broaches it to Tim about having the boys watch the next time Jason comes over. Tim is wary at first, bc he doesn't necessarily LIKE having sex in front of his children, Jack and Jason just tend to take him wherever they see fit, and sometimes that's in the living room while the kids do homework, or on the floor of the nursery while the younger babies sleep and the toddlers play around the room, so he caves quickly, especially when the boys give him puppy dog eyes

It escalates much more quickly than anyone expects, bc Jack is watching from the sides, explaining things to the boys while Jason fucks Tim into the mattress, his full tits and heavily pregnant belly swinging and jiggling from the force of it all. But when Tim takes a moment to open his eyes and notices the way his children have hard little pricks, whining and palming at their erections, Tim can't help but drool and offer his services

Instead of just touching them, he goes straight to sucking off his younger son, offering his ass up to his older son once Jason is finished. They're all fucked out by the end of the night, and Tim might be a little addicted. Especially since, as Red Hood has become busier with his crime lording, Tim hasn't had as much easy access to cock the way he used to. So having his son's there to fill that void? Kind of genius

He draws the line, at first, at fucking him between pregnancies, bc that would be crossing a line, right? Letting his children knock him up? But a few years later, Tim is 28 and just gave birth a month previously (he's almost positive the baby was his father's, this time. That would be the third time he's made himself a big brother, and he couldn't be happier), when Jason goes on a trip that takes him away for nearly two entire months. Tim hasn't gone that long between pregnancies for a very, very long time, not since the gap between his firstborn and second born

His father is getting older and can't help as much, plus his swimmers aren't as strong as they used to be (Tim mourns the fact that his most recent baby will likely be the last he has from his dad), so he knows he can't get pregnant from him. So he has to find someone else. He doesn't want to leave the house if he can help it, with so many babies to take care of, Tim takes his duty as a mother very seriously. So going out and finding some random men to knock him up isn't an option either

So when he's helping his oldest boys one night, he realizes he can get what he wants here and now, from one of them. Only his two oldest can produce viable sperm at this age, his oldest 14 and second oldest 13 (right at the age Tim was when he had first been knocked up, how nostalgic! And it feels kind of full circle, Tim thinks as he's fucked full by both of his teenagers simultaneously, both of their smaller cocks fucking in and out of his pussy roughly in a way Tim loves), so they marathon fuck for nearly two weeks before Tim thinks it finally took. And he's right! One of his children has knocked him up, he's about to make himself a grandmother as he swells with this newest baby (and possibly an uncle? If his firstborn got him pregnant, that is ((and god it turns Tim on to think he might be carrying the child of his child who was fucked into him by his father)), and he almost expects Jason to be upset when he returns, but he thinks it's hot as well, seeing the proof of how slutty and desperate and cock addicted Tim is as he swells with a baby that was given to him by one of his babies

From then on it's hard for them to determine who Tim pops out kids for, but at that point they're all raised communally with Tim as their mama and Jason as their dad. The only one who calls anyone any different is Tim's firstborn, who calls Tim his mama and Jack his dad

Either way they have one big, happy (if fucked up) family, and it's just the way they all like it ❤️

tim being so utterly incapable of not having a baby in him so he crosses even his own lines to birth his own grandchild ❤️❤️❤️ their entire family dynamic and tree is just one screwed up little circle but they're all so happy ❤️❤️!!!!!

[lalalian]

things you have to script if you're shifting to my aethergarde academy dr

date: september 14, 2024

aethergarde academy = my dragon rider academy dr

i may update this, if I do I'll let you know in this little boxed off section!

things you should script

"I do not ever get motion sick, especially when I ride dragons."

I scripted this even though I can ride rollercoasters just fine, but yk dragons don't fly around like a plane, do they? I imagine that many dragons would absolutely mess you up when you fly with them for the first time just to fuck with you out of excitement.

"I never fall into the ocean. Nothing can drag me into the ocean, especially on dragonback."

definitely not for plot reasons................... just know you're supposed to travel around in secret. I hate the ocean honestly (let's ignore that I'm making a mermaid kingdom dr), but don't think that the only things that live in the ocean in this DR are little baby axolotls and rainbow fish.

"my bangs don't mess up my vision or bother me while fighting."

actually I did have a rule in aethergarde's handbook (not finished with it yet, sorry yall) that specifically says that you cannot have a haircut that messes with your fighting ability, but like... bangs are so cute...

"the appearance of monsters do not scare me."

uh so idk if you're a pussy, but I do know I am, so

"proper plumbing exists, drinking water is clean and sanitary; there are significant studies in childbirth, because of this, mothers typically do not die from childbirth and childbirth isn’t painful due to proper birthing practices and tonics that alleviate pain."

I watched house of dragons. No mom should ever be cut open without some sort of anesthesia to give birth to a baby.

"dragon riders get discounts, the higher the ranking, the better the discount."

bc yes.

“I can read cursive handwriting.”

You will have to constantly write in cursive too btw. Maybe I should do a handwriting claim post…

“my keystone never malfunctions."

Keystones are basically your school ID; you use it to get in and out of Aethergarde, get discounts outside of Aethergarde, check in and out of your dorm, check out books from Aethergarde's personal library, and honestly it's a status symbol. You absolutely do not want your keystone to malfunction!

“I never get sunburnt."

You can either script this or always carry a sun protectant charm! Poor Miaene, flying really does a number on your skin so do make sure (or just script it) your skin stays healthy.

"If I can't get into my leathers, I can fight well no matter what clothes I'm wearing."

Leathers = clothes you wear in any class that requires you to fight. I'll cover this topic in my post about protective wear!

"I never smell like horse shit or dragon shit."

Just in case, yk.

"my dragon practices proper bathroom practices, this includes shitting/pissing in the proper places and not on me or my stuff; my dragon never smells like shit; my dragon's asshole is never caked in shit."

speaking of which... how would a dragon clean their ass... I'm just going to assume they always shit cleanly like dogs. EW IMAGINE HOW BIG THEIR SHITS WOULD BE. Actually don't do that. I had to include 'my dragon doesn't poop/pee on my stuff or me' bc my dog... likes to do that. okay well he doesn't necessarily pee on my stuff, but he used to have this thing where he'd pee on things he was frustrated with, which ALWAYS entailed a gate. Since he's a big boy now, he doesn't do that anymore, but yall don't fucking coddle puppies 24/7 like I did... I literally had to wake up every morning or get up in the middle of the night to mop/clean up dog piss.

"I will pass my glyph classes."

I'm already melting at the thought of glyph class.

"my dragon or other dragons don't try to destroy the school."

Just in case yall. Just in case.

"I never get shat on."

Dragons aren't supposed to shit mid air unless they're over an ocean, but yk just in case. Yes there are strict laws against this practice, and if your dragon is found doing this, you will have to pay a hefty fine + your flying license will be restricted for a certain period of time.

"dragons generally don't smell like shit like horses do."

Sorry, there's a lot of stuff about poop. Poop is gross okay..

wanna know more about my aethergarde academy dr? here's a masterlist with everything I've posted about it!

[the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep]

Oooooh I am very interested in Step-Dad Rolan? 👀

Eeeee I’m super excited about this one!!

Summary: Gemma didn’t realize that fiendish heritage or sorcery ran in the family until her son Paxi was born. As a single parent, keeping up with a young Tiefling sorcerer can be challenging and finding positive role models can be even more challenging. Yet, a chance meeting with Rolan of Ramazith’s Tower stands to change everything.

Snippet below the cut!

Gemma sighed heavily as she squatted down next to her son.

“Let’s have a look at you,” she said. Gemma was never sure if Paxi started the fights himself or was roped into them by the miscreants he’d begun to hang around with, but it didn’t change the fact that this was the third time this month that her son came home with a newly-acquired bruise.

“Ma, I’m fine,” the young tiefling protested, turning his face from his mother. “It doesn’t even hurt.”

“What happened this time?” Gemma asked tiredly, ignoring Paxi’s protests as she daubed a healing ointment beneath his black eye. Gemma reckoned that Paxi must have taken quite a blow to the face.

“Khairos said I couldn’t cast mage hand and he was telling everyone that I was a liar,” Paxi explained. “I couldn’t let him do that so I summoned a mage hand and —“ Paxi stopped short, realizing that he’d incriminated himself.

“So you started the fight this time,” Gemma said, finishing her son’s statement. She shook her head in exhausted disappointment. “Paxi… you can’t be doing that. I mean it.”

“But Ma —“

Gemma put her hands squarely on Paxi’s shoulders, studying her son’s battered face.

“You’re a tiefling, Paxi. Everyone around you is looking for a reason to lump you in as some sort of an infernal ne’er do well. Don’t give them that.”

She’d had this talk with him before. The whispers of disdain started when he was born.

‘How in the Hells does a human woman birth a monster like that?’

‘Her man walked out on them. Don’t blame ‘im one bit. The kid probably wasn’t his.’

‘If I was her, I’d’ve left the bugger on the steps of the tabernacle.’

The way that her neighbors spoke of her stung, but Paxi was her baby. She carried him for nine months and nearly died birthing him into this cruel world. Gemma could only protect him from the world for so long, but she couldn’t do that forever.

Paxi didn’t respond to his mother’s admonishment, instead casting his bright red eyes towards the dingy floor of their boardinghouse room.

“Do you understand me, Paxi?” Gemma asked him urgently.

“Yeah,” he muttered, not looking her in the eye.

“Look at me. Do you understand?”

Paxi finally looked up into his mother’s dark brown eyes. “Yes, Ma, I understand.”

“Good.” Gemma stood up and brushed the dust from her knees. She nodded towards their small washbasin. “Now get cleaned up.”

Paxi turned to wash his hands and face, but looked back over his shoulder. “Does this mean I don’t get to go to the Sundries after school tomorrow?”

Going to Sorcerous Sundries was the highlight of Paxi’s week. Gemma set aside a small coin purse for him every month to buy a new book or scroll if he behaved himself. Paxi loved the Sundries for more than just its impressive array of arcane supplies; Rolan of Ramazith’s Tower was Paxi’s personal hero. If Paxi managed to catch sight of him or see one of his demonstrations, it would be all he talked about for the rest of the month.

Gemma sighed tiredly and pinched the bridge of her nose. Those damn puppy dog eyes of his made disciplining him harder than it already was. With so few role models around him, Gemma would rather Paxi be inspired by simply being in Rolan’s vicinity than causing trouble in the streets.

“Yes, we’ll still go to the Sundries tomorrow,” Gemma agreed wearily.

“Fuck yes!” Paxi exclaimed.

“Watch your mouth!”

“Sorry, Ma.”

Paxi excitedly washed his face and hands for dinner while Gemma stirred the tiny stewpot in the corner. Chagrined though she was for potentially reinforcing Paxi’s bad behavior, seeing him happy like that was worth more than all the gold in the Counting House.

[nikoisme]

Do YOU have any headcanons about the Ithacan royal family that you'd be willing to share? >:D

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG!! I was super busy and it took me a while to type everything out (as you'll see)

Here we go!

-Odysseus was a little shit as a kid. Causing trouble and headaches.

-He inherited most of his mischevious nature from his mom :D But she did NOT encourage it too much.

-But Autolycus did. His relationship with little Odysseus was the "do you see this shit odysseus??"

-Eurycleia is the one who kept him in check.

-"Odysseus DON'T do that." "gET BACK HERE YOU JUST BATHED-"

-He DID eventually calm down as he got older. But he is still a shit at heart.

-Also he absolutely BRAGGED about his big ass scar he got from a boar.

-But it causes him problems for the rest of his life. Lots of pain.

-He started with running to exercise and strengthen that leg (all that running came in handy when he had to win the hand of a certain Spartan princess)

-Ctimene is almost as mischevious as him, she's just more discreet about it.

But she's definitely more collected than him.

-Ctimene and Odysseus got along pretty well as kids. Bantering good-naturedly and often driving their parents insane.

-Laertes is so easily frightened and often gets light-headed when he gets startled.

This backfired really badly for mischief-loving-Odysseus several times.

-Laertes taught Odysseus everything about plants and stuff, and it always kind of stuck with Odysseus

-Odysseus is short. Ctimene? Even shorter.

Anticleia is the tallest of the four. No one inherited her height.

-Odysseus loved swimming as a kid! He longed for the feeling he had when he was swimming as a kid, but after he got home he developed a crippling fear of the ocean.

-Penelope and Odysseus didn't really fall in love at first. It was more vibing because they found someone on the same level. It's only later that they kind of thought "ah shit i think there's something else"

That feeling actually came to be when Penelope chose to go with Odysseus over staying in Sparta with her father. That's when Penelope realized that she actually loves him, and Odysseus too was like "ah shit."

-ANTICLEIA AND PENELOPE GOT ALONG WELL. Anticleia, who was also really clever, enjoyed Penelope's quiet intelligence and understood exactly why Odysseus loved her.

-I like to imagine that Ctimene married after Odysseus and Penelope got married, so she had the opportunity to meet Penelope

-Penelope loved Ctimene like a sister! It was almost like she was with Iphthime, and Ctimene definitely liked Penelope a lot as well

-Penelope is left-handed.

-Given that Penelope's mother is a naiad, she really likes water and often went swimming in the sea.

-While she can't breathe underwater, she can hold her breath for quite a while

-Odysseus sometimes accompanied her on her swims! Which is where she showed him how long she could stay underwater. The guy almost had a heart attack after not seeing her resurface for a while

-Odysseus got Argos some time before Telemachus was born.

-Odysseus was just walking around minding his business when a little puppy came up to him. He tried to shoo him away but the little thing was persistent. Odysseus thought of just ignoring him, but relented when the dog kept following him with no signs of stopping. He kind of admired the pup's determination and endurance, so he thought he'd make a fine hunting dog.

-Basically Odysseus and Argos are like the "Odysseus doesn't want a dog. Ends up with a dog anyway. Odysseus and the dog:" meme. You know it.

-Odysseus was always calm and calculating in any situation, but god fuck he was losing it while Penelope was giving birth. Just sitting in the courtyard and slowly losing his patience.

-He always wanted a son.

-He cried when Telemachus was born. That's a fact.

-Penelope got very sick after Telemachus was born and it took her a while to recover. Sickfic potential!

-Odysseus proudly presented his son to the owl that seemed to follow him everywhere. hmm.

-Said owl often sat on Telemachus crib and watched him closely

-Odysseus carved little toys for Telemachus, even before he was born

-Telemachus was a sickly kid

-And he gave Penelope too much worry after Odysseus left

-He was either sick or being a little mischevious playful toddler

-Someone constantly needed to watch Telemachus because he had a habit of slipping away quietly

-One time he left the palace as a kid without telling anybody and returned only when the sun started setting. He was somewhere doing kid shit.

-Penelope absolutely lost her mind in worry. Where is her son? What could have happened to him? Is he alright? What will her husband think if she loses their kid like this? She worried a lot about what Odysseus will think of Ithaca, her and Telemachus after he returns from the war. Does he still care? (little does she know Odysseus calls himself "Telemachus' loving father")

-She cried when Telemachus came back like nothing happened. His mother was sobbing and kissing him and holding him so tightly and he was like ":DD??? wha??"

-This was why Penelope was so worried when she couldn't find Telemachus that one time, and Eurycleia told her he left to find news of his father

-There were times where Penelope was.. not doing well. It often happened when there were no news from Troy. She'd hide away in her chambers and wouldn't see anyone. Only Telemachus, but even that was sometimes. But after the war ended and there were either absurd stories of Odysseus' travels or no news at all - she wouldn't see anyone.

-So Telemachus spent quite some time at Laertes'. But even Laertes was shrouded in grief, which was no comfort for the rather lonely Telemachus.

-Telemachus was constantly surrounded by sorrow and grief. This will come to shape him a lot.

-Telemachus has back problems. He slouches a lot.

-He is also really good with animals! Dogs especially love him!

-He grew up with Argos as a very young kid, but as he got older and suitors started arriving - Argos got neglected and Telemachus had no memories of him anymore since he was so young.

Part 2!

[kittyt-hexxed]

In a Rut

Unhinged Werewolf! Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: HIGHLY Dub-Con, Territorial!Abby, Abby’s aggressive towards anyone who’s interested in you, Possessive behavior, Rutting, Knotting, Biting, Werewolf venom, Breeding, Rough sex, Masochism, Size difference, cervical penetration, talk of murder, Abby threatens Owen, pregnancy, running away

Summary: Your father is the leader of the WLF. Dating has been hard for you with him being so overprotective, so you don’t say anything when you’re crushing on Abby Anderson - his top fighter. Except, things spiral out of control when you go to help a sick Abby… only to find out she’s not exactly sick and you’re the last person who should be there.

Author Note: I use a few veterinary terms in here if you don’t recognize certain words. I’m including the definition of a rut for those who do not know -> Rut - an annual period of sexual activity […] during which the males fight each other for access to the females.

The barking from the WLF’s dogs greeted you the moment you walked into the kennel. Ever since your father noticed your love for animals, you’ve been the resident dog trainer and veterinary assistant. Your mother passed away during your birth all those years ago, because her body had been too weak to make it through. It was unfortunately common in those first years after the outbreak. Doctors did everything they could for women with high-risk pregnancies, but with the hysteria and stress, there wasn’t much they could do.

You took after your mother in so many ways. The main thing was her love of nature and her sweet personality. Everyone in the WLF loved you and you weren’t short on anything you needed. You have great friends, an attentive crew, and - although overbearing sometimes - you had your father. A lot of people, especially those your age, didn’t have the luxury of saying that.

“Hey, Dixon!” Ruelle waves at you from the other end of the kennel, “You taking one of them out today?”

“Ruelle, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Y/n?” You groan, stopping in front of Poppy’s cage. The female Belgian Malinois was excited to see you standing there, barking and spinning in circles to show that she was ready to come out. You giggle at her antics, widening the neck on your leash so you can grab her.

“Until your father isn’t my boss?” Ruelle stands next to you, a bag of dog food in her hands, “Poppy’s happy to see you, huh?” She questions as you open the cage and leash her. Poppy immediately hops up onto her back legs to give your face a lick.

“It’s nice to see you too, Poppy.” You giggle, ruffling her fur as she drops back down, “I haven’t had the chance to play with her in a few weeks, so I’m just as excited. She is my dog after all. And, please forget that my father is your boss. Treat me like anyone else.”

“See, I can’t do that because you’re too cute. And if I was caught having sex with you, I’d probably be the dog food.”

“Why is sex the first thing you think of?” You snort, walking towards the field.

“It isn’t for you?” Ruelle gives you a playfully confused look, making you laugh, “Anyway, I’ve got to get back to feeding these puppies. Get lunch with me later?”

“You got it!” You wave to her and head out into the morning sun. Poppy is tugging you to her favorite area of the field that you call ‘the stretch’ since it’s a long section for the dogs to run back and forth. You open the cage and let Poppy off of the leash. She sprints down the stretch before circling around and coming back to you. You grin and grab a tennis ball out of the bucket, tossing it in your hand.

“You ready, girl?” You grin at your dog, “You ready?” Poppy barks, spinning in a circle.

“Catch!” You throw the ball, watching her sprint after it. You giggle to yourself as she comes running back, eagerly dropping it at your feet. You continue to play with her for a while, watching her cues to see if she’s tired or having any issues. At some point, you end up running back and forth with her just to have fun. You shriek when she tackles you, licking your face as you laugh and roll away from her.

“You okay there, Y/n?” You hear a very familiar voice call out. Your head snaps up and you see Abby Anderson grinning at you from the other side of the cage.

“Abby! Yeah, I’m- Ack!” You’re knocked over again, your dog whining that you’re not playing with her, “Poppy, sit!” You command her. She listens and sits down, and you get up off of the grass feeling a little embarrassed.

“Sorry!” You laugh flusteredly, approaching the gate, “Yeah, I’m all good. Poppy and I haven’t had time to ourselves in a while since she’s been in the field.”

“That’s good to hear.” The smile she gives you is blinding, “Is it okay for me to come in to say hello to her?”

“Yeah, of course!” You hurriedly, unlatch the gate and let Abby come inside. You had wished to be friends when she first arrived at the compound but your father was very overprotective. You weren’t allowed to talk with her or the others that came with her until your dad knew he could trust them. It didn’t help that you’d been dealing with a crush that started a few months after she got here. So, you were relieved when your dad gave you the all-clear, but you couldn’t because you were too shy. Abby was a really fun person, always making you laugh when you were around her, and it’s a bonus that she’s your age. She knew what it felt like to be a child born just after the end of the world. You admire how much she has done over the years, watching from a distance as she worked out and trained to fight infected and Scars. She only got more attractive as time went on with her gaining her muscular physique and becoming your dad’s top fighter. Although your positions made it hard to hang out, Abby made an effort to stop by and see you when she could.

“Alright, Poppy-!” Your dog is racing over the moment you give her permission to move. She runs around Abby, barking as her tail wags around like crazy. You giggle as she keeps trying to give Abby kisses, jumping up before running around and doing it again.

“Poppy!” Abby laughs, petting her and getting her to calm down, “That’s enough. I get it.”

“She really likes you.” You nudge her, “Are you sure this is your first time interacting with her?”

“Yeah.” Abby nods, watching Poppy run around, “I usually interact with Zeta, Alice, or Bear. Zeta is the one I’m assigned to, and Alice is Owen’s usual partner.”

“How has the field been lately?” You look at her, “I noticed that my dad has been sending you out often. Are things getting worse?”

“No. Things are good. I’ve just been feeling antsy so I go out on runs when I’m not scheduled to. It feels nice to get out of the stadium from time to time.”

“Y/N! It’s time for lunch!” Molly shouts from the kennel area. You bite your lip, not wanting to end your conversation early, but you’re hungry after the exercise. You whistle and Poppy comes trotting over, letting you put her leash on without a fuss.

“Ah, I’ve got to head to lunch and put Poppy back…” You awkwardly motion to the kennel, “We can talk when I’m free?”

“Yeah, I’ll catch you later.” Abby agrees, and you nod. She walks with you back to the kennel and waits while you put Poppy away. You say goodbye to her and head for the cafeteria, wondering what the kitchen crew has made. You’re happy to find out that it’s sandwiches, sliding into the line, greeting the cooks, and asking about their day. Once you get your food, you head over to your regular table where your friends are waiting for you.

“So someone was flirting with Abby today.” Jasmine says loudly while looking at you.

“I was not!” You protest, blushing, “She was asking me about Poppy!”

“Abby hasn’t shown any interest in Y/n romantically.” Aden rolls his eyes, “She’s still interested in Owen. That conversation was nothing but friendly.”

“Were you all watching?” You huff, taking a bite from your sandwich.

“Yup!” They chorus together, making you shake your head.

“We all know you’re crushing on her. It’s okay. A lot of people are but she can’t seem to look past Owen.” Ruelle sighs.

“Am I that obvious?” You pale. ‘Oh god, does she know?!’

“No, we just know you really well.” Jasmine pats your shoulder, “Don’t worry, Abby doesn’t know.”

The whistling from the Scars makes Abby’s skin itch. The extra missions she’s been doing lately have been to take out any challengers, and what better opportunity than to use the Scars to her advantage? She would lure the Scars toward her target, allowing them to fight and get injured before jumping in and saving them. She tagged along on a run to the edge of WLF territory for one reason, and one reason only. Madeline. Another person who was trying to get closer to Y/n because they have a crush on her. Abby wouldn’t allow anyone to get closer to her girl now that she was single and Abby could move in on her. She had told Madeline to back off and warned her that if she didn’t there’d be consequences, and well… she didn’t.

Abby wasn’t above threatening people. Not when her future mate was involved. So she did what she had to do in order to get these humans to back off. Killing the Scars involved in the situation gave her an outlet for her pent-up frustrations, letting her shift and tear them apart as she forced her need for Y/n down. Her father's death left Abby as the only werewolf remaining from her pack. She thought that Owen had been the mate she was looking for, but she was wrong. When she officially met Y/n, her tail would have been wagging like crazy if she was in her werewolf form. Her scent, her voice, her personality, and the way she was so soft with Abby made her heart skip a beat.

Thanks to her enhanced senses, Abby was well aware of Y/n’s crush on her. The sweet scent that Y/n gave off around her made her head spin and her gums ache. Abby wanted to claim her, to mark her so that everyone knew that Y/n belonged to her, but she had to be patient. She worked hard to get Issac’s favor because of the rumors she heard going around about him disapproving of anyone his daughter dated. All she needed was the confirmation that he didn’t care about her being with his daughter and she’d jump at the chance. If she didn’t get it, well, she’d just have to take Y/n and leave. There was nothing tying her here. Not after the huge argument between her and Owen. Manny was her best friend - the only one outside of Owen who knew about her being a werewolf - but she knew that he’d stay here to look after his father and she respected that. Y/n was all she needed and she’d have her.

Madeline was rushed back to the compound and Abby smirked when the two of them made eye contact. She flashed her eyes at the girl, a horrified look twisting onto her face, and Abby knew she was no longer a worry. ‘Y/n should be working right now. She told me that she was working with the pregnant dogs today. It wouldn’t hurt to drop by and see her.’ Abby hums a happy tune to herself as she checks her weapons in and heads into the kennel. The dogs happily greet her as she strolls past them, overjoyed to see the Alpha back home safely. It put a smile on her face, reminding her of the first time her father showed her how their werewolf side interacted with other canines.

The sound of Y/n’s laughter puts a bounce in her step and she turns a corner to see an adorable sight. Y/n was sitting down with a litter of puppies that were climbing all over her. There was one in particular that she was pulling away from her face that kept trying to lick her. It made Abby’s heart melt and she bites her lip as she watches how tender Y/n is with them.

“Okay! Okay! Hold on!” Y/n giggles, “If you’ll let me get up, I can get your food.” One of the puppies starts nipping at her fingers, making her laugh more. ‘She’s so perfect.’ Abby sighs longingly. Y/n looks up and over at her, making Abby smile and give her a small wave.

“Abby!” Y/n brightens up, her scent immediately getting sweeter, “Could you grab the puppies’ food for me? They won’t let me get up… and I kind of don’t want to.” She coos picking one up and cuddling it. ‘She’s making this so hard on me.’ Abby groans internally but gets the food for the puppies and steps into the pen.

“I thought you were supposed to be with the pregnant ones?” Abby asks, sitting down next to her. The puppies start jumping on her, whining now that they smell the food and their hunger can’t be ignored by excitement.

“Oh! Sunny is whelping! Tilly asked me to take over for her since she’s one of the handlers.” Y/n’s eyes sparkle as she grins at Abby, taking some of the shredded chicken into her hands, “If we’re lucky, there’ll be three new additions...” Abby zones out, too distracted by watching Y/n feed the puppies and seeing how loving she is with them. ‘She’d be an amazing mother.’ Her mind drifts, thoughts of Y/n having her pups swirling around in her mind.

“Abby?” Y/n’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts. She shakes her head and notices that Y/n is blushing, clearly flustered about something.

“Sorry.” Abby clears her throat, “What were you saying? I uh… zoned out.”

“Oh, nothing.” Y/n shakes her head, “Do you want to help me around the kennel?”

“There you are, Abby!” Owen’s voice sounds out, making them look up. He had a frown on his face and Y/n awkwardly shuffles her position, no doubt having heard about the fight between the two of them.

“Issac’s calling for you.” Owen crosses his arms, “Said it’s confidential.”

“Oh, that conversation.” Y/n seems to sigh in relief, “He wanted to go over some things with you. He wouldn’t tell me what, as usual, but I guarantee you’re not in trouble. He’s probably going to request that you marry me if you keep making him so proud.” She jokes, but that strikes a chord in Abby’s chest. ‘If only that were true…’

“I’ll come back after if you still want my help?” Abby asks as she stands up.

“I’d like that.” Y/n smiles, “Tell my dad I want you back in one piece.”

“Will do.” Abby nods. She silently walks with Owen out of the kennel and makes her way into the main building. Out of nowhere, Owen shoves Abby into an empty room and slams her into the wall.

“Owen, what the fuck?!” Abby shouts, shoving him off of her.

“No, Abby! What the fuck are you doing?!” Owen shoves her back, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do with Y/n, but this has to stop!” Abby snarls, her eyes glowing as she grabs Owen and slams him into the wall. He chokes as she presses her arm against his throat.

“I’m not doing anything to Y/n, except being nice to her. But, I will hurt you if you come between us.” Abby growls, her body shaking from the force of it, “You and I aren’t friends anymore so, take this as your only warning.” She slams him against the wall one more time before leaving the room. ‘Maybe I will have a talk with Issac.’

It seemed like Abby showed up at the kennel every free moment she had. You let her join you when you were training the younger dogs or doing things outside of the veterinary clinic. Abby complimented you on your skilled handling of them, saying that they must think of you as the alpha if they listen so well. You had stuttered out something and waved her off because that was too big of a compliment. You just spent a lot of time with them. Abby brought a different perspective to training from someone who’s out in the field with them. You admitted to her that you were impressed with how well the dogs listened to her. Even your more jubilant dogs listened to her commands, and Abby responded that she just understood them. Over time, you started noticing that the way Abby said your name made it sound like honey on her tongue. It sent shivers down your spine and didn’t help with your crush on her. Being in contact with her so often was torturous to your poor little heart. Your fingers would brush against each other when you handed her things or she’d touch your shoulder to get your attention. You’ve even had… intimate dreams about her that have you jumping for the shower first thing in the morning. You wanted to ask her out, but you were too shy to, especially after you heard Owen was with Mel.

Speaking of Owen, he was acting weird around you. Half the time it seemed like he wanted to say something to you, but decided not to last minute. There was one time he caught your friends teasing you about your crush on Abby and he looked like he got hit by a Scar. You felt your heart drop as he ran out of the kennel and it worried you. Especially when the next day, Abby didn’t show up to the kennel. You thought she might be out on a mission for your dad, but when you asked him he said no that Abby was in the compound. You panicked when a week went by and you hadn’t heard a single thing from her. So, when Manny showed up, you jumped at the chance to ask him.

“Y/n! Cómo estás?!” You hear Manny exclaim from the other end of the kennel and you give him a grin. Every time he came to collect a K-9, he had such high energy and made you laugh. The workers loved when he came in and you jokingly fight over who got to help him.

“Bein, Manny. Y tú?” You respond, putting one of the dogs back in its cage.

“Pretty good. I’m going out on a scouting run with Mel and Nora.” Manny chuckles, handing you his K-9 slip, “Your Spanish is getting better.”

“I only know like three words, but thank you.” You giggle, going to Bear’s cage, “Why are Mel and Nora going with you? Are you finally scouting out the other hospital?” You call Bear to the gate and get your leash out of your pocket.

“Yeah, we’re scouting out the hospital at the edge of the territory. The main one has almost been picked clean, but we have the bottom layers of that one to go through. Your dad wants the other one secured before we go down further though.”

“Is um… Is Abby going with you?” You ask, leashing Bear and taking him out.

“Abby? Ay, no.” Manny shakes his head, sighing sadly, “She hasn’t been feeling good this past week. She’s been locked up in our apartment with a fever.”

“Oh. It’s not bad, is it?” You frown, “A week is a long time to be sick with a fever.”

“It happened to her once when we were kids.” Manny shrugs, “Her father wasn’t concerned and she told me not to be, but I am a bit concerned about leaving her alone for three days.” You sign out Bear, waving for Molly to load their car with dog food. ‘Sick and alone for three days? What if she gets worse? What if she needs something and she can’t get it?’ You bite your lip nervously.

“I can check on her.” You offer, handing him Bear’s leash, “I don’t work too late tonight, so I can visit her after and see if her fever broke or if she needs anything.”

“Gracias, Y/n! You’re a real lifesaver!” Manny squeezes you in a hug, making you laugh.

“I just want to make sure she’s okay.” You smile, “I haven’t seen her since she got sick, so I’ve been worried.” You walk with him to the truck.

“Oh, that’s right! Abby has been hanging out with you these past few months.” Manny grins, “You’ve really helped her get over Owen. Not that Owen knows.” He chuckles.

“She’s talked about me to you?” You tilt your head.

“Si. She really enjoyed spending time with you.” You watch as Bear hops into the truck, waving at Nora and Mel, “I think she’d be happy to see you come by.”

“I’ll do that after my shift, then.” You give Manny a side hug, “Stay safe and watch out for those Scars. They’ve been pressing into our area more.” You frown. You were worried about the growing tensions between the two groups. Even your father seemed more out of it as time went on. You were hoping that the groups could come to some form of agreement, but you weren’t sure what your father would do. Abby had been going out a lot, even on unassigned missions, and someone was always coming back horribly injured. The memory of hearing about Madeline’s shattered arm still made you nauseous.

“Don’t worry. They can’t take me out.” Manny winks, hopping into the truck, “I’ll see you in a few days, Y/n!”

“Bye, Manny!” You wave, “Be a good boy, Bear!” You point at the Shepard who woofs in response. You leave and get back to work, still worrying about Abby but calmer than before. ‘I’m not the reason she’s gone. I thought Owen told her about my crush and she found it weird. Now I feel bad for not stopping by her place and checking on her.’ You sigh.

Time seemed to crawl as the day went by. The rest of the morning was spent training, then you had lunch and it was like your shift didn’t want to end. You joined the veterinarians in the clinic and assisted with surgeries, cleaning cages, and fixing up the surgical suite. They joked that you needed to be sedated because you were bouncing from chore to chore in a way to keep yourself busy. You had laughed and told them that you were looking forward to your shift ending. That only made them interested in why and they started throwing out their theories. When someone said you were going to hook up with someone in the compound, you blushed heavily and told them the truth. It didn’t help because that only made them coo at you and say that Abby was lucky she’d have a cute girl attending to her.

When your shift ended, you took your scrubs off and tossed them into the wash bin. You signed out and said goodbye to your team, and made the trek back into the compound. Some of the people hanging around jokingly cat-called you in your tank top and shorts and you stuck your tongue out at them. Being the boss’ daughter meant that people had to be careful with you. Everyone who was here from the beginning knew that he was overprotective, and anyone who dated you had been called into his office at some point. You found it annoying, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it. Sometimes you fantasied leaving Seattle and running away to somewhere else, but that would require you to find someone who wanted to do that with you in the first place. ‘Maybe Abby would want to? Pfft, probably not. She’s my dad’s favorite warrior.’

You stopped by your apartment, greeting Ruelle before showering and getting changed into something more comfortable. You were planning on being there for some time to make sure she ate, so you went with sweats and a comfy t-shirt. With a cheeky grin from Rue and a roll of your eyes, you left the apartment and headed for Abby’s end of the building. Since she was your father’s top runner, she was given a room in one of the more private areas of the compound. When you questioned your dad about it, he said that it was a good way to keep loyalty and reward it. If others see that Abby was getting better space, more access to things, and even your father’s confidence… that would encourage others to do the same. Manny was rooming with her because Abby requested it, and he was taking advantage of it from what you heard. ‘Here it is… and here we go…’ With a deep breath, you knock on the door, “Abby? It’s Y/n.” You wait for what feels like forever before the door opens, Abby partially hiding behind it. Your eyes widen when you see her. Instead of her hair being in its usual braid, it’s cascading down her back in long, messy blonde strands. Her face is flushed, her eyes dilated and slightly foggy, and her lips look swollen as if she’s been biting at them. All she was wearing is a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

“Y/n.” Abby’s deep, husky voice makes your breath hitch, “I… didn’t expect you to stop by.” She glances down the hallway before making eye contact with you.

“Manny told me you were sick, so I wanted to come to check on you.” You smile at her, “If you’re okay with it, I’d like to hang out until you go to sleep. I want to make sure you have someone here with you in case something happens.” Abby stares at you for a moment, making you swallow nervously. She blinks and shakes her head, hesitantly stepping back into her apartment with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. It’s not good for you to be here. Thank you for stopping by, but you should go.” Abby rushes out and goes to close the door.

“Wait!” You shout, slamming your hand against the door to stop her, “I don’t want you to be by yourself when you’re sick! Call me stupid, but I care about you and I don’t want you to-!!” You’re yanked into Abby’s apartment, taken by surprises as you’re whirled around and slammed into the door. ‘Holy shit!’

“Abby?!” You gasp, looking at her with wide eyes. She’s got you trapped between her and the door, staring you in the eyes with a hungry look.

“Damn it, Y/n.” Abby growls lowly, “You really want me to fuck you senseless, don’t you?”

“O-Owen told you about my crush?!” You squeak, feeling your face burn. Abby’s lips are on yours without a response, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you to her. It takes you a second to realize that she’s kissing you, but you’re kissing her back just as needily as you do. She lifts you off the ground, making you wrap your legs around her and you feel something press against your crotch. You’re carried over to her bed, breaking the kiss briefly so Abby can lay you down, and she’s on top of you the moment you are. You were a little embarrassed that a kiss was making you feel so hot, but her tongue in your mouth and the bulge in her pants rubbing against you was doing it for you.

You feel her hands at your waistband, tugging your pants and panties off at once and leaving you exposed to the cool air. You push her back and take a deep breath to get the air back in your lungs. In that short time, Abby takes off her shirt and has you salivating at the sight of her muscles and abs. She pulls you up and takes your shirt off, growling in appreciation at the sight. You let out a small groan as she rolls your nipples between her fingers, getting another growl from her. When you open your eyes, you gasp at the glowing gold that used to be Abby’s blue irises.

“A-Abby?” You stutter, grabbing her wrists, “What happened to your eyes?”

“I’m a werewolf.” Abby’s voice comes out rumbly, “And you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about you like this. How long I’ve been trying to get you to mate with me.” She kisses your neck, making you tilt your head back.

“Mate?” Your eyes widen as she hums in response, too busy kissing down your body to give you a proper one, “Abby-” She huffs and looks up at you, making you swallow. Her eyes are dark with lust and you can see her impatience as she takes off her boxers. You’re not sure what sound comes out of your mouth as her penis springs free and you get an eyeful of it. ‘That’s not something a human has.’ You think in shock. Her penis is huge, definitely bigger than a normal human’s, and leaking strands of precum. It’s a soft pink as it pushes out of its sheath and your breath catches in your throat. ‘She wants to put that in me?’ You blush furiously.

You open your mouth to say something but Abby’s back to kissing you. This one was rough and desperate, meant to distract you from the impending intrusion and it almost does. Abby’s cock head is hot and very slick when it touches your slit and you’re aware of every inch as she pushes into you. She’s hot, making your pussy feel warmer than normal while easing the ache you had. A whimper leaves your lips as she stretches you out, moving a little to get a feel for you.

“God.” Abby groans, rotating her hips, “So soft. So wet. So breedable. I need to get my pups into you.” She mumbles by your ear, grabbing your hips in her hands. ‘Pups?!’

“Wait, wait, wait- Abby!” You gasp as Abby thrusts into you and hits your cervix. With a deep growl, Abby starts fucking you like you’re a bitch in heat. Her thrusts are punishing, driven by her instincts, and done with the purpose of breeding you. You couldn’t say that you didn’t like it because you absolutely did. It was pleasurable to you, especially as Abby groans out how you’ll be the best mate and she’ll take care of you and your pups. She had you digging your fingers into her thick muscles to support yourself as she drilled into you.

Surprisingly, your orgasm rose steadily and you were moaning out her name as the pressure became unbearable. A few more thrusts resulted in you cumming, your pussy squeezing her cock as tight as it can and making the pleasure spike. You let out a strangled moan it mixing with a shout as a sharp pain burst from within your abdomen. You feel Abby sink in deeper, startling you as something pushes against your slit, stretching you a tad wider than comfortable. The sting lasts for no longer than thirty seconds before whatever it was pops into you. Abby growls, opening her mouth and allowing you to see her large fangs before she’s biting into your shoulder. You scream as the spot where she bit you burns as if you poured hot oil onto your skin. A cool tongue bushes other the area but you thrash around as the burning feeling travels up your arm.

You weren’t sure how long you had blacked out, but when you came to you met Abby’s golden eyes. Your gaze went down to where you and Abby were attached in shock. ‘She knotted me.’ Your mind started racing as a deep blush crossed your cheeks at the realization. Abby intended on getting you pregnant and as you’re able to process what she said, it’s something that she’s been thinking about for months.

“Are you okay, baby?” Abby looks at you in worry, her hands rubbing your hips to get your attention, “You’re quiet.”

“...Why me?” You whisper, “Why mate me?”

“I fell in love with you.” Abby’s eyes soften, “I knew you liked me, but I wanted it to be your decision to approach me. And, honestly, what’s not to love about you?” She starts rambling about everything she likes about you and it has you in awe. The two of you talk for hours, too deep in conversation to realize that it’s okay for the two of you to move apart. You didn’t expect to get with Abby like this, but you talk extensively about what’s going to happen when you get pregnant - because Abby refused to think that you wouldn’t be getting pregnant. What were your plans? What future did you imagine? What kind of parent would you want to be?

Two weeks later, you were early to the kennel so you could take Poppy out. Abby’s bite had turned you into a werewolf, causing her eyes to go red while yours presented gold. She had taken the time to explain everything and try to help you acclimate to the changes. You were surprised to find out that you could understand the dogs way better. Their whines, barks, growls, and even their silent cues. Poppy had freaked out, knocking you over in her excitement when she realized that you were like her. She did the same thing when Abby showed up and she connected the dots that you were mated. You had dissolved into giggles as she jumped between licking you and your mate and sprinting up and down the stretch. Zeta - Abby’s dog - did the same thing.

Poppy was sitting by the door when you got there and she yipped happily. You smile to yourself, opening the cage and taking her out. You were surprised by how affectionate Poppy was with you, especially when you were sitting down on the grass. She was quietly laying there with her head nuzzled against your stomach. It didn’t even occur to you that she was pointing out that you were pregnant until a week later. You woke up heavily nauseous one morning, too dizzy to get out of bed, and sobbed to Ruelle to help you to the hospital wing. She carefully supported you to the hospital where Nora was the one to receive you.

Nora asks you how you were feeling and you told her. She nods her head and writes it down before starting to question you. You go through them pretty quickly, but freeze when she asks if you’ve been sexually active. You slowly nod your head and she raises an eyebrow at your reaction.

“Y/n…” Nora says cautiously, “Could you be pregnant? When was your last cycle supposed to be?”

“Last week.” You smile sheepishly, “It’s consistent. No irregularities.”

“And you had unprotected sex within the last four weeks?”

“Yeah.” You say, your voice going up in pitch from embarrassment.

“Okay, I’ll have you take a pregnancy test.” She motions to the closed door to your right, “I’ll take a small amount of your blood, and I can test it here. Since you’re still feeling nauseous, you can rest until it’s ready.” You nod and she does what she says. You lay down and end up falling asleep only to be woken up by Nora softly calling your name. Thankfully, as you sit up, your nausea is gone so you’re able to focus.

“Your test result came back positive.” Nora says gently, “Do you know who the father might be?”

“Mother.” You correct her, your heartbeat picking up, “And yes, I do.”

“Who is it?” Nora asks, checking the bandage on your arm.

“...You can’t tell anyone, Nora. Please. Not even my father. Don’t even write this down in my records until it’s necessary.” You stress to her. Nora meets your eyes, concern in them as she puts her pen down.

“Okay. Confidential until you start showing, then.” Nora nods, “Tell me.”

“Abby.” You rub your hands onto your pants, “The mother is Abby.”

“Oh.” Nora blinks, “I can see why you want to keep this confidential… Okay, I can do that.”

“You’re serious?” You smile happily, relief flooding your system.

“I’m serious. Abby is one of my closest friends, and I can misdiagnose someone. Periods can be horrible for a lot of women.” Nora shrugs, winking at you. You grin at her.

When you leave the hospital wing, you pass Mel on the way in and give her a quick smile. She wasn’t your favorite person after some of the things your mate has told you. By the time you’re leaving, it’s almost lunchtime in your area so you head to the cafeteria to eat. You haven’t had anything since you woke up this more so you were starving. ‘I’ll be eating for two. This is… This is surreal.’ You think to yourself as you head down.

“Y/n!” Ruelle exclaims when you come inside. You wave at her and grab your food, pausing when you see Abby’s crew come into the cafeteria. Normally your mate’s scent would help you relax but nervous butterflies swarm your stomach instead. The moment your scent reached her, she’d be able to tell, and her finding out in front of a crowd is not what you planned. So, you rushed over to the table and squished yourself between Ruelle and Jasmine.

“Rue told us about what happened this morning.” Aden frowns, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I was really nauseous and thought I was sick. The nurse that helped me said it was just post-menstrual stuff.”

“Ugh, periods suck.” Molly huffs, “I’m so glad that mine is going to be over tomorrow.”

“Um, Y/n.” Tilly’s eyes widen, “Don’t turn around but Abby is walking this way!”

“What?” You blink, your mate’s scent flooding your nose before you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up into her eyes seeing some red starting to creep in as she grins at you.

“Can we talk?” Abby’s eyes sparkle in joy, “Now?”

“Yeah.” You smile, getting up from the bench. Abby grabs your hand and leads you out of the cafeteria, down the hall, and ushers you into the empty music room.

“You’re pregnant!” Abby shouts, wrapping you up in a hug, “Oh, my god you’re pregnant!” She kisses you, rocking your body side to side.

“Surprise?” You giggle, “I found out this morning. I was going to tell you later, but I didn’t expect to see you at lunch today.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Abby bites her lip, “They found him. Joel… The guy who killed my father. He’s living in a town called Jackson in Wyoming.”

“Oh…” You breathe out, nervous once again. You knew about your mate’s quest for revenge but you didn’t expect this to come around so soon. ‘I’m pregnant now. What is she going to do?’

“I’m conflicted now.” Abby sighs, “I’ve been planning for this revenge for years. But, you’re pregnant and now I’ll have a family to look after. If I go and kill this man… who’s to say someone else won't come back for revenge as I did. I just- I need to know why he did it. Why my father? He wasn’t hurting anyone.”

“Why don’t we go?” You grab her hands and look into her eyes, “Instead of the whole murder plan… Why don’t we talk to him and find out what happened? Because you’re right, you will have a family to worry about in nine months. And truthfully, I don’t want to stay here. Tensions between us and the Scars are getting worse, my father is losing his mind, and I don’t want to be here when everything goes to shit.”

“So we just waltz up to their front door and ask for him?” Abby raises an eyebrow.

“What was your plan going to be when you got there? Throw a molotov into the town?” You joke, making your mate roll her eyes.

“Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” Abby brushes your hair back, knitting her eyebrows in concern.

“It is. Besides, I’ll get to shift into my werewolf form and it won’t be in your apartment.” You kiss her cheek, “You deserve answers and I want to get the hell out of here.”

“Okay.” Abby nods, “How are we doing this?”

“Baby… I’m the daughter of leader of the WLF. You let me worry about getting things set up, and you just show up at the places I tell you to.” You smirk, making Abby blink in surprise, “We’re also bringing Poppy and Zeta, I hope you know that.”

“They’re part of the pack.” Abby huffs, “I’d never let you leave them behind.”

“Good.” You kiss her deeply, “Let’s get ready to leave this place.”

True to your word, you took care of it. You gathered everything that you’d need for the trip: med-kit, weapons, food, clothes, and a map. During the night, no one questioned you as you walked around or and you knew where to go to avoid people. The perks of growing up here and being able to see all of your dad’s plans made things easier. You had asked Abby if anyone else knew about where Joel was located and she said no. The informant was an ex-Firefly and she had made sure to kill the person after they told her. You had raised an eyebrow at that and she shrugged saying that she knew they didn’t have anyone else, which is why he was an informant.

You were ready to go in a week and then came the hard part of sneaking out. You gave no hints that you were leaving, and Abby was the first one to leave the compound with Zeta. She hitched a ride with some people going up to the News Station so she’d be close to the meetup point. No one would bat an eye at her heading out randomly, especially not with the high tensions going on. Your father had given her free rein, and you felt a little bad taking advantage of that. But, his mind has been consumed by the Scars. You knew that there’d be a war soon, and you didn’t want to be around when it started. You have a family of your own to protect.

The way you left was carefully planned. There was a group going up to the elementary school to visit the kids. You requested to join, saying that you wanted to bring some cheer with Poppy and they were happy to let you come. You spent the day there, talking with the younger kids and letting them play with your dog. Early in the morning, you pulled your bag from inside the truck - smirking to yourself at their stupidity - and left. The plan was to meet Abby at the highway gate and follow the road out. When you got there, your mate swept you off your feet and kissed you like you’ve been gone for years. She grumbled and complained that she was worried about you and she refused to split up again. You opened the gate as she did, slipping through and watching it fall shut behind you.

“Are you ready?” Abby grabs your hand, gently turning your face from the gate.

“Am I ready to leave my whole life behind to make a new one wherever that may be?” You grin at her, “Yes. I am.” Abby starts walking with you, Poppy and Zeta remaining as close to you as possible since you’re the pregnant one. You were nervous but you were also excited. Unlike Abby, you’ve never left Seattle. All you’ve known is that place while you heard that she’s been all over the country. Perks of being a Firefly when they were still active.

“I hope you know that I’m doing this because I love you.” You kiss Abby’s cheek.

“I know you are.” Abby kisses yours back, “You’ll really get a chance to see what being a werewolf is like. My dad and I used to run through any forests or woods nearby and go crazy. Hunting was the fun part. There’s no thrill like chasing a deer and then- I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“You are.” You chuckle, “But, it’s cute.”

“Are we really going to Jackson to speak with my father’s murderer?” Abby gives you a look.

“No, I just want to check out the place. I heard that they have great food.” You say seriously, making your mate snort.

“Thank you… for giving me another option. It wasn’t until I realized that I had something to lose that I… figured out revenge might not be the best approach.” Abby sighs.

“Well, now you’ll get the answers you need… and hopefully we’ll have a new place to call our home.” You smile at her.

“So really, what’s the plan?” Abby raises an eyebrow at you.

“Approach the gate and ask for a place to stay.” You shrug, “By the time we get there I’ll be… three months pregnant, maybe four if we go slow. Ask to spend a night or two, you request to talk to Joel and go from there. If we have to leave, there are thousands of houses we can stay in and make a home. Oh! We could have a farm! Let’s get a farm house!”

“A farm house?” Abby smiles in amusement.

“Yeah, you know I’m tired of the city life.” You joke, “We can raise goats or chickens, have a little garden and the girls would be excellent farm dogs.” You pause when you see Abby staring at you.

“What?” You tilt your head.

“Nothing. I’m just thinking how about many people I nearly killed to get to you.” Abby hums.

“We need to talk about that.” You huff.

“Do we?” Abby glances at you.

“Yes!” You poke her.

“It’s a werewolf thing.” Abby shrugs.

“You can’t pass everything off as a werewolf thing!” You whine. Abby stops walking, grabs your chin and kisses you.

“Sorry, baby… it’s a werewolf thing.” She repeats again, making you groan.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

post kryptonite arc for Luther

Luthor sends a gift to Conner which has a gift card that reads “here’s your baby blanket -love lex”

Conner: what

the Kent’s who are just vibing in the background: oh what’s it sweetie?

Conner: Lex sent me my baby blanket, wasn’t.. wasn’t I a test tube baby?

the Kent’s: honestly no idea ‘Kon sweetie I don’t know’

Conner: it’s a really nice blanket?? I just am so confused.

later a fair month later

Luthor rocks up to the Kent’s house and knocks on the door, it opens.

luthor: Son, I am so sorry for everything I’ve done, but I have to check your health and make sure your DNA isn’t dissolved or something.

Conner who opened the door since the Kent’s were out

Conner: Lex. *conner crosses his arms* go away.

Luthor: yeah, I know I’m not the best parent I could be. But I do need to make sure your genetic code isn’t compromised or something, you really should be testing for it every 2 weeks. It’s been 3 years, I just want to make sure my son is okay. *lex gives Conner puppy dog eyes*

Conner: you made me in a test tube I’m more superman’s son then yours.

luthor: I literally carried you for 12 months, I was there the day you were born was superman there when you took your first breath? first steps? Spoke your first words? No he wasn’t I was. Your as much my son as he is.

Conner: *completely baffled* what?

luthor: uh, don��t you know how difficult it is to make an artificial womb that WORKS? It was actually way easier to just carry you to term.

Conner: WAIT, WHAT?

luthor: I could not trust a random woman to carry something so precious, uh so I did obviously? *lex rolls his eyes* it’s way easier to just make a man have a kid than make an artificial womb, you know how hard it is to make one of those right? It’s genuinely harder than making any advanced ai or anything and when it’s easier and healthier and most importantly SIGNIFICANTLY CHEAPER to just carry a clone to term you do it. I don’t know what those justice league characters said to you but no it’s just so much work.

Conner: YOU WHAT?

Luthor: yeah obviously, why did you think half your dna came from me?

Conner struggling between retching or crying just stares

luthor: oh you don’t believe me, wait I have a few pictures in my wallet.

*lex shows conner an adorable candid shot of baby Conner playing with some blocks, and a photo of what looks like Lex in a hospital gown holding a tiny Conner, and one more of Lex showing Conner mercy and making Conner wave to her*

Conner: *shocked*

luthor: anyway why would I hurt my son after all? Seems kind of well, not even acceptable or useful. Honestly I just want to make sure you’re not dying. Those justice people are so bad at making sure people are healthy especially someone so unique as you son.

Conner: wait, does that mean your technically my mother?

luthor: yeah, doesn’t matter though does it?

Conner: my birth mother is you.

luthor: yeah obviously

Conner: well now I have a answer to all those pesky questions about who’s my birth mother, do you mind if I just call you lex because it’s gender neutral and no one will ask questions.

luthor: sure? Please son let me test your blood.

Conner: why did you put me in a test tube then?

luthor: ever heard of sudden infant death syndrome? Also I thought if I force grew you to adulthood you wouldn’t have to suffer through hormonal problems and all that, since you’re not exactly a stable organism I thought I’d save you from that hell. But yeah in retrospect it was pretty cruel to rob you of your childhood. You were a really cute baby though.

Conner: I have no idea what to do with this information.

luthor: so, *quickly pricks and draws Connor’s blood* I’ll be back in 2 weeks.

conner: WAIT YOUR JUST GOING TO LEAVE???

Luthor: yeah, see you in a fortnight bye son!

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[guardkeywolf]

Black male reader being a single mother fucking hot dad to his Black kid who loves him cuz he give her so much effection and having a sweet (only to the kid and male reader) pregnant pitbull that about to have her babies and cod boys are gushing the fact the Black male reader is even hotter when out the field

I be slaming my money for this shit I've been thinking of a hot single dad Black male reader

Thank You for Being Here

This was something I really had to put some thought into and make sure it was meaningful but fun at the same time.

Thank you for this request @gamersansblog

I hope you enjoy and 💖Happy Valentines Day💖!

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Trying to raise an 8-year-old daughter and a pregnant pitbull was definitely not where Y/n expected his life would end up.

Then again, they were both the best things to ever happen to him.

Currently, his lovely white pitbull Dasiy was about to give birth to her puppies. He filled in the team a few days ago and invited them over to help him out.

Maya, his little sunflower, was more than eager to help Daisy, so to calm the girl down since she was bouncing around everywhere he asked Gaz to occupy her while he and the others got Daisy ready for when she gave birth.

While Y/n worked on setting everything up, he failed to notice the way the others looked at him as they watched him work.

Soap's eyes traced down the strong, veiny forearms of the darker man, even holding a breath as he could only imagine what they felt like when he came in contact with them.

The Sergeant found himself jealous at times when he saw the man strangle their enemies in a headlock and quickly ended them with a snap.

It sent shivers down the Scots spine at just how powerful they were even when he wasn't fighting the enemy.

"Soap, he man, you with me?" The deep voice broke the man from his daydreaming as his head snapped back to the man.

"Huh, me? Yea' I'm good," he babbled out quickly before turning away from Y/n and walking off blushing.

Daisy made a noise of confusion as she and her owner looked up at the same time of the direction MacTavish had gone before looking at each other then Y/n giving the dog a belly rub with a laugh.

"You'll be fine girl..." Y/n reassured her.

"Daddy! Is Daisy gonna be OK?" Maya shouted as she ran over to his side, being careful like Y/n told her too when petting Daisy.

"She will be Sunflower, she will be," Y/n said to Maya, watching her light up at the news.

"You're gonna be the best momma ever Daisy!" She smiled towards the pitbull happily.

From behind, Gaz couldn't help but enjoy watching the pair. It always surprised the Sergeant at just how easily Y/n could change from being a merciless man in the field to the loving father of Maya.

There was always something about watching Y/n get angry in the field and just letting all hell break lose. Gaz would admit, he was hot when he did it too. He couldn't even count the amount of time he fantasized Y/n being that way with him in the bedroom, when Maya wasn't around of course.

He rested his chin on his palm as he continued watching the man look after the snow white pitbull lovingly.

Beside him, Price bit his lip as he himself also enjoyed the scene.

If anything, he admired Y/n's strength. When he asked how the man became so strong physically and mentally, he usually said it was his mother who blessed him with it.

Price had know Y/n for a little longer than the others and had seen what the man had went through over the years. In the darkest times of his past to his best when on missions or just in general. The Captain silently scolded himself for easily falling in love with the soldier that had his heart.

The dark skinned man always sent him a bright smile in the field after every mission they completed. Price always felt his heart quicken when Y/n did. He could see where Maya got her radiance from. It was special.

At times, he wanted that smile all to himself but knew that would be going way too far, especially when it could jeopardize what he already had with Y/n. But he could still let himself imagine as he watched the family in front of him again.

Smiling to himself as they talked to the pitbull, soothing her softly for what was to come.

The Captain turned to look at where the Lieutenant had been residing for the last few minutes, at the dinner table also eyeing the family of three.

Ghost didn't know how to describe what he felt for the man.

More than anything, he wanted to make Y/n his, be his, and only his. He wanted that family with the man. The Lieutenant knew very well that he was head over hills for the man but just couldn't shake the thought of just what they could be.

He wanted everything could give him.

Mission after mission, it had only been him on his mind, and even when Ghost himself wasn't involved, he'd make sure to meet the man first when he returned. Hell, he even checked over him for injuries himself just touch the man and feel the strong body that was underneath the layers, fingers raking up just about everywhere he could touch that was covered with the heavenly chocolate skin.

Ghost shook the thoughts from his head as he heard a howl from the pitbull.

"Alright girl, it's alright. Gaz, you think you can get Maya for me?"

"But Daddy! I wanna stay with Daisy!" The girl cried as she had no intentions on leaving her furry friend.

Gaz walked over and bent down, a small smirk on his face as he picked up the 8-year-old girl and held her in his arms.

"She'll be just fine, Maya. Plus, Daisy is a strong girl, just like your daddy," he replied.

"But Daddy isn't a girl, Daddy is a Man, Gazzy," and all the men in the room laughed at the nickname.

When Maya first met Gaz, she had a hard time remembering that it was just "Gaz" and kept adding on the "zy". Eventually, he just went with "Gazzy". It made him feel special in a way.

Of course, later on, Maya also gave the others nicknames of their own. Price got "Mr. Beard", Ghost was deemed "Mr. Spooky Longlegs", and Soap got "Mr. Bubbles".

Maya was definitely a gift and treat when she visited the base with her father and they all loved her like she was their own daughter.

"Alright Daisy, you can do it girl!" Y/n said as Daisy was finally ready to bring her pups into the world.

"Let's go get some Ice Cream, eh?" Gaz suggested as he let Daisy and Y/n have some privacy to themselves.

4 hours later...

On the bunch of blankets was now 8 pitbull pups all feeding from their beautiful mother.

Maya glowed at the sight watched Daisy feed her pups. The poor girl looked tired but it was well deserved after carrying them for so long.

"She's a strong mother, eh Y/n?" Soap spoke from beside Y/n as he watched from afar with smile on his face.

"Definitely, Johnny, definitely..." Y/n grinned himself as he watched the sight. It reminded him of when Maya was born.

"Mr. Spooky Longlegs, are you gonna name one of Daisy's puppies?" Maya asked to Ghost, climbing up onto the couch he was sitting on before resting her head on his shoulder.

"If ya' father's fine wit' it," he said, turning to the man.

"I don't mind! Feel free to do so... I think you would have to go through their mother first though," he replied with that charming smile of his making everyone fall even harder for him.

"I'm sure Daisy could wouldn't mind," Price spoke with his own chuckle.

Daisy replied with a whine making the men laugh.

"But Mr. Beard, if you're gonna name a puppy, it's gotta be a really, really, cool, name," Maya whispered the last part to add emphasis to her words.

"10-4, Maya, sir," Price replied with a salute.

"A reporting New CO now, Price?" Ghost asked.

"Seems so, Lieutenant, and that makes her your boss too."

"Guess so..."

Y/n couldn't help but enjoy the scene of the men here at his home. He loved having them around when he could, and even Maya and Daisy enjoyed them.

He walked over to Daisy as she feed her pups, looking up at him with a side eye making him laugh.

"Don't worry, missy, I just came to check up on you is all," Y/n said truthfully.

He watched her with soft eyes just like he did with the 141.

"Thank you, all of you for being here..."

Without them, his world would have been bleak without the wonderful flowers that bloomed around him.

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[silverspriings]

VOWS TO YOU — jacaerys velaryon

summary:

jacaerys overhears his mother’s plans to betroth him to his cousin, so he takes matters into his own hands and decides his own fate with you.

pairings: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

wc: 1k

notes: this is probably gonna be shit but i just wanted to write something little on this weird ass app for once

pleasant is not a word jacaerys would use to describe his family’s return to the red keep. the disrespect brought upon his mother was painfully obvious due to the lack of welcoming back to the castle.

jace knew his position and purpose for being here. it was to support his mother and his brother as they fought for the right of lucerys’s succession. jace also knew that this trial could potentially block his path to becoming king one day.

the whole situation was too stressful for the young man.

so, he sought out peace in the one place he knew the red keep would be quiet: the godswood.

he was surprised to find his mother as well as his great-aunt conversing there.

“i’ll make you an offer,” he heard his mother desperately call out to rhaenys. his mother never sounds desperate. he knew this would not be good.

“back luke’s claim,” rhaenyra proposed, “and let us betroth laena’s children to mine.”

jace’s heart dropped to his stomach. his feet began moving before his mind made sense of where he was going.

before he knew it, he was panting in front of the doors to his mother’s chamber, knocking frantically on the fine wood.

upon seeing the young prince outside the door, you pulled him by the arm into the room and slammed the door shut.

“what is troubling you, my prince?” you asked, placing comforting hands on his flushed cheeks.

jace’s eyes seemed to carry sorrow and a certain franticness that worried you. while jace did share his anxieties and unrests with you occasionally, he was usually much more contented when being around you.

you had known jace from the moment you were born. your mother has always been a loyal handmaiden to princess rhaenyra, and the two so happened to be pregnant at the same exact time. jace was born two days before you, with the help of your mother. two days later, his mother oversaw your birth to ensure your mother received all the care she needed.

your childhood was spent among the crowd of servants’ children in the palace. you carried out your studies alongside the children of maesters, maids and common knights, but you always found yourself coming back to the eldest prince jacaerys.

thankfully, his mother approved of your friendship. however, both of you did not know if she would approve of your relationship that had gone far past friendship.

"my mother," jace started, "she wants to betroth me to baela velaryon."

in that moment, you felt as though all your senses had taken a break and left you without any defense from the world. what about us, you thought.

"listen to me, y/n," jace gripped onto your arm with a freshly determined expression. "tonight, i am going to come to your chambers and together we are going to the rocks behind the red keep. and i will wed you."

"what?!" you hissed back. "jace, that is- we cannot do this!"

"but we can. if i wed you tonight, my mother will accept it. i know she will."

"what about your brother? i'm assuming this proposal to baela has something to do with your brother's claim."

"our marriage wouldn't be an insult to house velaryon if my mother never even knew it were happening."

you stared into jace’s eyes with every bit of love you had ever felt for this man. he was kind, loving, and wanted to wed you. king’s landing was a bitter and cruel place, but jace had always been there for you; to hold you as you shed tears, to kiss you senseless when you felt inadequate, to give you words of love when life felt helpless

“please,” jace pleaded.

your lover also had the most convincing puppy dog eyes of any targaryen royal.

so, moments later, you were searching for your nicest white dress from your chambers (a cream summer gown that you would be utterly freezing in the cool night air) while jace found an ordained servant that could keep a secret.

as soon as you were clothed in your thin white dress, jace silently led you by hand through the quiet castle. you eventually went down a corridor you had never seen before, which jace had discovered in his younger days with lucerys.

at the end of the corridor, a steep flight of stone stairs ran out the very back of the red keep. you and your prince descended the stairs with a giddy pace and were met with the face of your last-minute minister standing in the mossy rocks. sea was spraying over the boulders you stood on as waves crashed nearby. the stars were bright and unobscured by the lights of king’s landing. the moon was a slim crescent, slightly lighting the sides of your faces.

it was perfect.

you and jace stood in front of the borrowed servant and gently held hands. your minister spoke slowly and monotonously, as if he was uninterested in your secret union, but it didn’t matter. after tonight, you and the prince would be bonded in love and blood. forever.

at the end of the ceremony, you pressed your forehead to jace’s and a soft grin spread across your lips.

“jacaerys velaryon, i vow to love you until my last breath is stolen from me by the stranger. i vow to fight for our love in the face of adversity. i vow to serve as a loyal and trusting lady wife.”

jace couldn’t even make it to vocalizing his promises of love to you before sweeping you into a kiss of passion. his hands gripped around your waste, warming you with the heat of his embrace. you could hear the servant you brought to lead the wedding ascending the stairs. you just hoped he wouldn’t spread the news until tomorrow.

when jace decided he was done with his bruising and wonderful kiss, he swept you off your feet and spun you as you giggled with the glee of being a wife.

“my lady y/n. i am yours and only yours. until my last breath is stolen by the stranger. you are my stars and my sun and my moon. my anchor and my wings. these are my vows to you.”

hi, this is the first thing i’ve ever written on this app and this draft had been saved forever. you can send in requests but i can’t promise that i’ll be reliable as i still don’t rlly know how to use tumblr tbh. <3