#not the little nest for spider to sit on i can't

[quitealotofsodapop]

The mixed version would be chaotic but also I can just see Thunder attaching himself to Wukong to finish his development, but not as an egg. Living shadow, he's not strong enough yet to leave Mama's side and so he lives in Wukong's shadow until he can form

Prev.

Omg YES!!!

Wukong finds the "shadows collapsed into newborns" twins first, but hears an odd, distressed cheeping when he tries digging around the Stone Palace for baby things.

He had thought Macaque left behind Two Shadows - one for his theatre supplies, and one for his weapons.

But it seems there was actually a Third - one he had posted outside of his and Wukong's shared nest. And Wukong had been accidentally neglecting this poor third shadow while feeding his dao/life energy to preserve it's siblings.

Wukong, without question, gathers the fading shadow clone into his arms - watching in stunned awe as the darkness bleeds into his own.

The chirping is louder now, coming from behind him.

When Wukong turns, he sees a silhouette of a baby monkey sitting in his shadow. The same shape as the two fully formed cubs on his back and chest.

It seems that where the older pair had "collapsed" into newborn monkeys, the third one needed more time and life energy to finish the job. So now Wukong has a miniature shadow clinging to him for most of S1 and maybe S2.

"Thunder" aka Pili, can't leave Wukong like Rumble (Zaoyin) and Savage (Baolie) can. They literally can't do much besides hug their Mama and absorb life energy until they finish growing. And even then it will be a great feat to convince Wukong's youngest triplet to leave his side!

Wukong likens the sensation to being hugged by a gust of air or piece of silk. The "feeding" process (probably looks like boob-feeding) is pretty draining though, so his magic is pretty depleted at the end of the day.

I'm also now imagining Thunder's big moment where they finally "breaks off" of their Mama's shadow - and everyone reacts like it's baby's first steps. Bonus if its during a big fight scene or capture.

Like when Wukong was webbed up to the Spider Mech with DBK.

Wukong & DBK: (*arguing*) Thunder: (*pops! out of shadow!*) Wukong & DBK: ( 0_0!) Wukong, gasps: "Oh!! My little thunderbolt! You managed to separate from my shadow!! I'm so proud!!" DBK, puzzled: "Wait, since when did you have a child hiding in your shadow?" Wukong: "EHhhh a couple of months, maybe a few years at least." DBK: "But the only person I recall to have such powers is the Macaque-" (*shocked pause*) "..did you and him have cubs!?" Wukong, blushing: "N-no! I just- I poured my dao into his shadow clones, and they sort of... turned into babies!" DBK: (*makes extreme "are you serious?" face*) Wukong: "...OK! That doesn't sound much better. But I couldn't just let his shadows fade away - they're like, the last scraps of him I had of him before..." DBK, sympathetic: "I understand, xiandi. But clearly you realised that by pouring your heavenly life energy into a vessel of dark created by your mate would combine into a whole creature?" Wukong, thinking: "Ohhhhh so that explains why it happened!" DBK: "YOU DIDN'T KNOW!?" Wukong: "I HAD MY HANDS FULL WITH TRIPLETS!" DBK: "IT HAPPENED THRICE!?!" Thunder, confused and scared: (*sad geckering noises*) Wukong, lowers voice: "Oh no, sweetie! I'm not mad at you! Mama is just really stuck right now and he's cranky. i just need to find a way to-" DBK: (*breaks through his and Wukong's bindings to comfort the scared baby*) Wukong, completely stunned as he hugs Thunder: "Thanks!?" DBK, pleased hum: "I'm a father too, you know."

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / may 7: allure / word count: 420 cw: mentions of past trauma

The downpour caught him on his way home, soaking him from head to toe, and he doesn't mind the occasional rain, he can survive a little water. Still, the relief is immediate when he opens the door to his apartment and is greeted by the welcoming warmth radiating from inside.

"Baby? You didn't tell me you got off work earlier, I would have come to pick you up," James says as he quickly approaches the door. Just as he is about to say something else, everything abruptly goes dark. 

Even though he can't see anything, the thought of blinking terrifies him and Regulus suddenly feels very, very small. 

As small as when at six he accidentally burned a hole in his sweater by standing too close to the fireplace seeking warmth. 

Like when at 7 he knocked over a glass of water at dinner. 

And especially like at 8 when he fell into the river while playing with Sirius. 

All these situations ended up in the same place, in the cold cupboard at the end of the third floor corridor, the one that can only be opened from the outside. The same one where Christmas decorations, tools, extension cords and all those things that are only needed from time to time are kept. The one in which he discovered a small nest of spiders in one of the corners and with which he has a silent agreement not to go near as long as they don't go near him. The one that doesn't even have a light bulb because why bother? There's never anything important there. The one where he spent countless hours in constant fear of being forgotten, and probably was, because that's where he is now.

There were times in which a beam of light filtered through the cracks in the door, exactly as it’s happening now, but what is new is the warmth in his right hand that is beginning to spread up his arm, and the faint voice coming from an indeterminate place. 

You are safe.

You are no longer there.

I’m here with you.

Come back to me, please.

Strange phrases that no one ever told him when he was there before.

So foreign that he becomes aware of his body again. 

Regulus is now dry and in his pyjamas, sitting on the edge of the bed and in front of a pair of brown alluring eyes lit by the candlelight that never let him out of their sight. 

Regulus decides to believe the voice.

Collection of May microfics on ao3: May Flowers

[babygirl-diaz]

Milkshake and Fries (Omegaverse Mpreg)

"Put that down. Right. Now," Buck said in his alpha voice.

Eddie rolled his eyes at his mate's tone. "It's just a bag of pillows, baby," he informed the alpha. "And don't you use that voice with me"

"I have to when you won't listen to me," Buck replied. "You are 7 months pregnant, babygirl, and the doctor has said that you need rest. So that's what you're going to do."

"The doctor also said that I need some light exercise, which I will get if you let me help with the move," Eddie insisted.

"Nope, you can get your light exercise when we go on a walk around the neighborhood this evening," Buck told him. "For now, you're-" He picked up the milkshake and a McDonald's bag that were on a box and handed them to Eddie. "-gonna indulge in your cravings and let me do all the work."

"Oh yeah? So the big bad alpha gets to do all the heavy lifting while the dainty omega is supposed to sit aside and look pretty? I see how it is," Eddie huffed and took the food from him.

"I know what you're doing and it's not gonna work," Buck replied and picked up a box and set it aside. He stood there thinking before he snapped his fingers like had got an idea and picked up another box and set that aside as well. He opened the box underneath it and took out his hoodies, sweaters, t-shirts, and henleys.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asked, confused, as he took a sip of the milkshake.

Instead of answering, Buck took the clothes and scattered them on the floor and then took out pillows from the bag and put them on the floor as well. When he finished, he came over to Eddie, "Come on, sit in your makeshift nest and have your food," he said guiding Eddie over to the "nest" with a hand on the small of his back.

"I can't believe you're treating me like this," Eddie huffed but sat down on the pillows with Buck's help.

"Treating you like what? Like you're the love of my life and I want to make sure you and our baby are safe?" Buck asked as he crouched next to Eddie. He leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"You're lucky you're cute." Eddie couldn't help the smile that played across his lips. He grabbed Buck's shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.

Buck let out a surprised sound that Eddie swallowed and kept kissing him. Eddie then let go of Buck and smirked at him when he noticed Buck's parted lips and heaving breathing.

"That's for not letting me do anything," Eddie chuckled and picked up the brown bag, pulling a fry, and taking a bite.

"If that's what I get for not letting you do anything then I won't let you do anything ever," Buck replied and kissed Eddie one more time before going back to lifting and moving the boxes around.

Meanwhile, Eddie happily dipped the fries in the milkshake and ate them while admiring his alpha and how easily he picked up the heavy boxes with no effort.

"Hey, can you bring that box here?" Eddie asked when he saw Buck pick up an old white banker's box that had stickers on it.

"What's in here?" Buck asked bringing over the box and setting it down in front of Eddie.

Eddie put aside his food and opened the box. He smiled and took out photos, toys, and baby clothes. "These were Christopher's." He pouted as he put up a onesie with pictures of Spider-Man on it. He then took out an old brown teddy bear and looked at it with tears in his eyes. "He grew up so fast."

Buck smiled and picked up the photos from Eddie's lap and looked through them. "He was such a cute baby."

"He was," Eddie agreed. He cuddled the teddy bear close to his chest before touching his protruding belly with his other hand. "I can't wait to meet this little one."

Buck reached out and put a hand on top of Eddie's. "Neither can I," he replied before pressing a kiss to Eddie's forehead.

[panpanghost]

_"Wait!"

The young Six-eared Macaque turns around with a "Hm?" and a tilted head.

He had a great day today, playing with the young Rock Monkey and draining every last drop of his energy, but, as much as he'd love to stick around, he can't. He didn't expect playing around with someone else would be this fun, he never even thought anyone would play with him, years of being treated as an outsider, a freak, ate away his confidence and left him in the dark, he would love to hang out again in the morning however, but right now, all he could think about is to lay down and give in to sleep.

_"Uhhh...Umm" uncharacteristically, the rock monkey was hesitant, shuffling around with his hands and looking down to the ground as if it's suddenly interesting, "wou-would you like tooo...umm, ya'know- maybe..uh- sleep in my nest tonight-?"

He can't believe he actually said it, he knows he only knew the Six-eared Macaque for just a few days but he couldn't help it.

Anyone would think that the Monkey King sleeps surrounded by his subjects in a pile, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. It wasn't really anyone's fault, he was just way too strong and heavy compared to the others.

He didn't always sleep alone to be honest, it all began when he woke up to a screeching scream, he jumped from his nest and looked around for the danger then back at the nest to see one of his friends holding his arm in anguish, his heart dropped when realization hit him, he had accidentally broken his arm in his sleep, guilt burned thru him like wild fire, it was the first time he had ever harmed one of his family and he'd be dammed if he didn't make sure it's the last.

After the accident, he couldn't sleep properly for days, at night he'd sit still in the middle of snoring monkeys, and during the day he'd try to find a place to nap a little, away from the little ones so they wouldn't join him, it wasn't as easy as he thought, and he hated it more with every passing day.

After a while though, he stopped laying down at night at all, he just couldn't stay still, it was torture, he felt powerless against sleep, but there was nothing he could do about it.

In the end he made a new bed for himself alone, and didn't allow anyone to sleep in, ofcourse the loyal monkeys didn't like it, worried, and refusing to believe they have to let their king sleep alone, he doesn't even have a mate yet, how could they possibly do that? Still- after talking with each other, they admitted he did start to look tired lately, maybe it really is the best option to let him be at night, it's not like they wouldn't tend to him during the day, they'll work twice as hard to make sure he's comfortable and well taken care of.

He had been sleeping alone for some time now so he didn't worry about turning and breaking something or worse...

However, unlike the others, the Macaque is strong, stronger than he had originally thought. It took some rough playing for him to know that, he'd let himself go and use a little power, seeing how it didn't matter, the black furred monkey would just bounce back at him with even more strength, it felt great fighting without worrying all the time about breaking the other. Every time he'd even touch someone it'd feel like trying to touch spider webs without destroying it. But not this time, not with The Six-eared, it felt warm, it felt right and this hole inside him is craving for more.

But- would the Six-eared Macaque want to join his pack? Would it make him uncomfortable? He was originally a guest staying for a couple of weeks so would that make him feel pressured or uncomfortable? What if it made him leave?- what if-

_"Oh! Okay! Sounds great!" He frees the monkey king from his mind with a bright smile.

_"Really?!" With a clear shock on his face, Rock monkey still can't believe it.

_"Yeh! I don't see why not." He affirms, sure he had never slept in a pile with someone else, but he always wanted to try it, being honest with himself, he was jealous of others.

_"Okay! Come! It's this way." The Rock monkey excitedly grabs the other's hand and drags him through the forest, his happiness could reach the sky, finally, a sleeping buddy!

In the nest, The Six-eared Macaque decided to just lay down and let the king do his thing, even if it was his first time cuddling someone to sleep, he didn't really care how it was, he wasn't gonna sleep much either way, and it's not because of movements or the sound of The Rock Monkey's heart beating like a drum with a joy stick, nope, he was, ironically, a nocturnal creature, he didn't need much sleep, two to three hours a day were enough, he could have them separately or in one go, didn't bother him, he was born that way, it was natural, even though, not spending the night alone sounds wonderful.

The Rock Monkey sank thru mattress of his bed, puffing the pillow, placing even more blankets than the ones already there, he was filled with hope, that maybe, just maybe, if he made it comfy enough, Six-eared would like it and they'd do it more often- it's gonna become a daily routine but he doesn't know that yet- after he's done, he pats his side, hinting for his sleeping buddy to come.

The patiently waiting monkey finally climes up and lays on his back, covering himself with a blanket so easily found, finally resting his hands on his stomach,

_"Man, your nest is reeeeally comfy."

YAS! A victory call was shouted in the Rock Monkey's head, this is great, his plan is working.

_"I Know right! I actually made it myself."

_"You made it yourself? That's actually pretty impressive.", the tired Macaque starts to close his eyes.

_"Thanks, if you like it that much you can come over and sleep as much as you want, i don't mind."

_"Really? I guess it'd be nice to nap here every now and then." The little Macaque's voice is barely heard as he starts to give in to sleep despite the loud bu-bums coming from his night buddy.

He's coming AGAIN! Yesss! Would it be too much to ask for cuddles?, the Monkey king shakes his brain to stay awake and think fast before the Macaque falls asleep or he'd loose his chance to ask, he had never cuddled another before, he really wanted to, but he's heavy and his squeeze would turn flesh and bones into a smoothie, he'd usually hug a pillow but he really wants to at least try it once, it's been uncomfortably sitting in his head for as long as he can remember, but is it too soon? Would it be crossing the boundary? Is it rude? screw it- we ball.

_"hey Six-ears..."

_"hmm"

_"i actually like to cuddle, could you lift your arm up?"

_"ehmm" he did not expect that and truthfully it did make his heart pound a little faster, still, what harm would it do, he was also hoping to cuddle with him some day, it just happened that that day was right now.

The Six-eared does as told and the Rock monkey snuggles himself under the blanket, his head on the Macaque's chest, tangling their legs and tails together and hugging him closer, as he feels arms surrounding him, he won't deny the safety he felt in that moment, this isn't so bad, he could get used to it.

_"uhh... sorry i'm a bit heavy..."

_"I can hold you up with one arm, you're as light as a feather."

True, he did do that, when he first did it caught the king completely off guard, after registering what happened, it was kinda embarrassing...

Well, now for one last test, just to be safe, the Monkey king starts to slowly squeeze his new bady pillow little by little, focused on any noise that would indicate a stop.

_"I don't mind being squeezed." The Macaque finally says, startling the little one.

_"oh-ok." The little one whispers and squeezes more. Nothing, nothing happened, his buddy is still okay, no- more than that he feels himself being squeezed in return, this... this feels nice...

Before they knew it, they were both falling in deep sleep, the best they've ever had, just like two peices of a puzzle. One that moves and tosses around at night and one that gets bored when waking up every hour or so and decides to ruffle thru the first one's fur or help it get the blanket back on. It was nice, not boring, not cold, not lonely, they'd love to do this more.

(Why did i make this you may ask, well, clearly because i want to throw my hc at everyone, this was just more fun than saying it. Also english isn't my first language so sorry for the mistakes or if a sentence doesn't make any sense, ignore it for your brain's sake. Hope you enjoyed it ^^)

[midnight---express]

Who with Who?

A Fun idea that I am so sad that no-one has taken advantage of is the idea that everyone genuinely can't tell who's dating who between Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki and Kaminari, the massive Bi-energy that emanates from that group is as thick as a thundercloud, and it doesn't help that they are all so comfortable with each other.

Like Denki will throw his arms around all of them, pell-mell, he vibes in Momo's room, Shouto discusses the meaning and intricates of lyrics with Kyouka (his conspiracy theorist brain would love picking them apart), Momo and Kyouka are almost joined at the hip most days chatting away, and Denki and Shoto are just vibing doing what ever crosses their mind (talking about Western heroes at the moment).

Like this group is so fun it's formed of two of the most sunshiny smiley people in the class with the two socially kinda awkward sarcasm duo.

It's such a fun crew and I love the fanon interactions, like we get plenty of all three of them with Momo.

But what does the dynamic between Kyouka and Shouto look like, I think it would be really funny if those two interacting is the complete opposite of what everyone expects, that being a sullen staring contest over coffee but no, it's these two dorks gushing about their interests and their SO's like you walk into the common room and you hear Shouto excitedly talking about the little jump, bounce and smile that Momo did when she saw him that morning, and Kyouka intently listening nodding furiously.

One stupid little headcanon I like is that both are so enamored by Thomas The Tank Engine, Shouto likes it as the expressions are super easy to read and Kyouka loves the soundtrack, since basicly no-one comes into his room they haven't realised that he's been building a model railway in there, and there are some suspiciously high-priced models in his collection.

Denki wanders in one evening as he can't sleep (weirdly a common fanon thing with him, must be all the extra electricity keeping him up) to see Shouto running his trains and they just sit and watch them like Ash and Kristofferson.

Okay we are working this out, who has string!

It's just fun that there are two sun's and they just pull around their moon's who are completely enamored by their smiles and are so obvious about it but then everyone else is going full Shouto mode and are grouped together in the common room with several balls of thread (Borrowed from Mezo) which have been spanned across it trying to work out how the hell this relationship works.

To top that whole bit all of the four walk into the spiders nest of Blue, Red, Purple and Yellow threads, holding hands (Yes in the order just mentioned) with befuddled faces, the rampant hushed shouting dials down, Mina is melting at the image presented.

"ahh, Polyonomy" Utters Fumikage in the most deadpan tone possible. (He knows that's not how the relationship is, as does Katsuki but both of them are doing this for shits and giggles and are really committed to the bit.)

They all hand Ochaco 1000 Yen in defeat (mock for two of them), Shouto is processing the walls of string with an impressed expression, Momo simply looks confused, Kyouka is red in the face, and Denki half explodes into a peels of laughter whilst pointing at Momo and Shouto, then back at himself and scream laughing again.

The Gods have descended.

Another stupid idea that I need to draw is simply the idea that Momo has accidentally taken on most of the Class Rep duties and now is spiraling mess trying not to cry and the other three latch onto this, with there now being the living embodiment of a thunderstorm inhabiting the inside of the classroom, the floor is vibrating, it smells like ozone and is muggy as hell, several people are standing in the doorway, Katsuki is halfway under his desk, Aizawa doesn't even want to try erasing one of them as Denki is being handed permissions slips and reading them (How is his Dyslexic ass doing that?) Kyouka is ordering people to sit down and Shouto is giving her a back massage (Very nice hands) the idea that those three teaming up can create the physical environment of the inside of a Thunderstorm is a terrifying prospect, Aizawa ain't questioning he's doing the roll less he get a live performance of Thunderstruck.

It's so funny that they three are some of the chilliest people in the class but then it's the full force of Wall Socket, Surround Sound and Thermometer turning into forces of nature when their bestie get's insulted or starts crying, I'm calling this dynamic the MomoMilitia.

Those three will fight god for their friend at 3am, they will win.

Thank you for coming to the inane ramblings.

[cozzzynook]

May I offer some Forbidden Predabee? :>

Bumblebee grew up in a village that is well known to hunt down mecha-beasts and predacons for the Senate, they have been doing this for thousands of years so Bee never saw an issue with it as a sparkling. One day he heads out into the near by forest to train for the ceremonial hunt, an ancient tradition that lets young hunters prove themselves and those who get selected get to hunt their first predacon with the chief of the village.(Optimus) Being rather giddy and wanting to prove himself that he could be a hunter and not just a scout Bee spends most of the afternoon training not noticing he was being watched from the treeline.

With a quick swing with his sword Bumblebee slips hitting the ground hard before letting out an annoyed groan, this the 3rd time it has happened and the yellow bot is getting rather frustrated with himself. He gets up and angrily kicks his sword to the other side of the clearing before sitting down a tree stump before putting his face in his servos. 'Why can't he just get it right? Everyone else can fight with their swords just fine but not him...how is he going to prove himself at the ceremonial hunt if he can't use a sword?' Lost in thought Bee doesn't hear the sound of heavy footsteps growing closer behind and nearly jumps out of his plating when a talon gently taps him on the shoulder. Whipping around Bumblebee is suddenly standing face to face with a predacon.

"Having trouble with your sword skills I see?" Predaking glanced at the sword before turning to face the yellow bot again. "You won't get far in battle with that kind of trouble" He flicks his wings while he narrows his optics at the bot.

Bee nervously looks between the predacon and his sword wondering it was worth the risk to try and rush for it. However a gentle clawed servo grabs his shoulder gently guiding him back into the open before returning his sword back to him. The predacon smirks flicking his wings again this time in amusement. "Allow me to help you little bug, After all if you wish to become a great warrior its better to learn from one of the best."

From then on Bumblebee and Predaking trained with each other in secret and slowly with time Bee gets better with his skills while also getting closer to Predaking as well. Eventually Bee ends up falling for the predacon and it doesn't take long until the pair are also sneaking out long into the night. However the day of the ceremonial hunt arrives and Bee is suddenly dreading it as he learned that predacon's are more than vicious beasts who destroy everything in their paths and he doesn't want to hurt Predaking by slaying one of his own kind, so Bumblebee comes up with a plan. During the hunt he makes his way towards a little cave hoping to fail the hunt by hiding out then return to the camp with nothing hoping it will be enough, but as he quietly hides he suddenly hears a strange hissing coming from deeper within the cave.

A large Void spider hisses and charges the intruder not being pleased that someone disturbed its nest. With a sudden yelp Bee draws his sword and begins fighting for his life. He is able to doge and cut away one of it's legs before being bitten by its long fangs on his shoulder. He cries out in pain but begins feeling strange and light headed as the venom slowly fills his fuel lines, before he blacks out he hears a sudden roar and the sound of snapping jaws followed by a high pitched screeching noise. When he re opens his optics he finds himself safely tucked away in a warm nest with his wound patched up. Slowly he sits up looking around the nicely decorated den before spotting Predaking who is busy cleaning away the last remains of his dinner in his fangs.

"Heh, I guess I owe you one...but you didn't have to take me back to your den" Bee gives a sheepish smile as Predaking slowly transforms back into his root-mode before walking up to Bumblebee. "You could have just left me outside my village, I'm sure someone would have found me just fine."

The predacon shakes his helm before gently cupping the yellow mech's cheek with his clawed servo. "My little bug, I would not consider myself a true protector if I left you alone and at the mercy of the forest." He then gently places a soft kiss on Bee's helm before gazing lovely at those bright blue optics. "I truly and deeply love you...and I would gladly throw myself at a thousand foes to protect you my dear"

Bumblebee suddenly feels his face grow hot as his door wings give a little flutter. With greedy servos Bee suddenly pulls Predaking into a burning kiss before lying back to allow the larger mech to join him in the nest. It is long after dark when Bumblebee finally returns back to the village, he is suddenly greeted by his Carrier Optimus and the village's medic before he is guided towards the Medic's hut. Optimus is asking question after question about what happened in the forest and why he seemed to sluggish and tired. Bee isn't paying any attention he is just happily humming to himself as he sends waves of comfort, reassurance and joy through his spark bond to his secret Conjunx, now only if he could get Carrier to stop worrying about him for once.

Hope you enjoyed this little Au idea. All those Barbarian and fantasy Au's got to me lol.

Oh my gosh i love this idea!

Whoever you are, thank you for sharing i love this so much

[vanillablankcanvas]

Thank you for telling us about Harmony and Clover. Could you maybe tell us more about Rosiepuff, Birdie and Ace? Headcanons and fun facts?

No problem, thank you for the questions!

I was actually in the middle of this big post when you messaged.

Cider, Steel, Cabaret, Jewel, Halen, Sable, Harmony, Rosiepuff and Clover facts and general knowledge.

I have to develop Birdie and Ace more as well as Angel and Phoenix, but for now you get these guys <3

Trolls OCs: Fun Facts and General Knowledge

Cider

Favourite Food - Smoked steak 🥩

Cider is a heavy smoker. Candy Cigars 🚬

All the patches on his vest are bands that he's managed. He tells people it's like a business card he can wear, but it's more like a wearable trophy case.

Big gambler, mainly card games but puts big bucks on critter races too.

Hates the alliance between the genres. Believes in the superiority of rock music.

Huge control freak, uses his business for power rather than music.

Steel

Favourite Food - Spicy noodles 🥡 but will eat anything he doesn't have to cook.

Steel is deeply devoted to the Rock Royal Family. After Barb's coronation he got a tattoo of barbed wire on his arm.

Lead singer and lead guitarist in his band Molten Hazard.

Leading distributor of Hard Candy in Rock Troll Territory. Specialising in rock candy sticks, sour straps, jaw breakers and warheads.

Thinks he's more 'respected' than he actually is.

No one in his band ever remembers how to set up their own equipment.

Cabaret

Favourite Food - Mangos 🥭

Can't fly like Classical Trolls but he can sorta float down from a height like he's weightless. (Hollow bones? Weighs nothing)

Keeps his favourite things in his nest.

Used to do beauty pageants.

Likes shiny things and jewelry.

Will happily sit in front of a mirror for hours.

Was addicted to pixy sticks. Between performances and auditions he was relying on them to stay awake.

Very entitled and dramatic. Will ask for the manager every time.

Came from overseas to make it big on 'Broadway' (Or whatever the Trolls Universe equivalent is)

Tends to primp and groom people without asking.

Has a huge family of many brothers and sisters.

His feathers fluff up for different emotions (imagine like a cockatoo)

Jewel

Favourite Food - Lobster🦞 (Trolls eat bugs right? Thought it would be funny if a fancy Troll like Jewel preferred bugs from the ocean)

Before finding Floyd on the street, he hadn't seen another Troll in about 40 years.

Didn't know about the other tribes or the Bergens.

Really likes the beach. He collects shells and even uses one as a cane.

Believe's in fortune tellers.

Old fashioned- keeps the older Troll hairstyle, wants to be married before having children, pulls chairs out for Floyd, opens doors for Floyd.

Leaves all of his fortune and his song rights to Floyd.

Loves listening to Floyd's stories about his family. Doesn't believe Floyd about the other tribes.

Halen

Favourite Food - Breakfast bagels 🥯 Convenient and ready to eat.

Is a trained beautician. An apprentice at her salon destroyed Floyd's bangs.

Halen basically adopted Floyd as her own little brother.

Halen took over the bar when Dom died.

Has a tattoo she hasn't even told Dom about.

Sable

Favourite Food - Sushi 🍣

Has a purebred Saddleback Spider named Fluffy.

Her admirers send her expensive gifts like perfumes, gowns, jewelry and bottles of wine.

Has a prosthetic leg.

Follows Pop as well as Classical music.

Does a lot of stage stuff but wants to try movie roles some day.

Sometimes she worries that she's boring and not very funny.

Can reach whistle tones when singing.

Harmony

Favourite Food - Chocolate 🍫

Her Uncle's nicknamed her Jellybean.

Worries that she won't be able to achieve anything as life changing or impactful as her parents have.

Tends to take on more than she can handle.

Because of the pressure she puts on herself, she often feels like she's not allowed to mess anything up.

Rosiepuff

Favourite Food - Avocados 🥑

Overachiever (Alex Dunphy coded)

Closer to Branch that to Poppy.

She enjoys staying over and doing her homework with Tio Clay and Tia Viva cause their home is usually more calm and quiet than her own.

Peppy lives with Clay and Viva so Rosiepuff spends a lot of time with him as well.

Looks up to her Aunt Sable. She respects all that she's achieved and values her opinion.

Takes part in a sorta 'exchange' with Prince Ash. She stays with Queen Barb for a while and starts to worry cause she likes Rock Music... a lot... How is she supposed to be a Pop representative on a council one day if she's even considering converting to another genre???

She got the 'Fluffleberry tastes good' gene. Her siblings didn't. 😆

Her Uncle's nicknamed her Bud.

Clover

Favourite Food - Pizza 🍕(they get it after every baseball game)

Is a bit of a wild child. Gets caught sneaking out at night.

She is recklessly fearless. Has that teenage attitude where she thinks nothing can hurt her.

Loves baseball. Plays it everyday. ⚾ Collects baseball cards. She and Clay get excited over proper storage and preservation of old cards.

Shares a preference for rap with Tiny Diamond. They jam together a lot.

Clover is very bold and wears a mask of overconfidence because she is worried she'll never find her purpose.

Is considering one day starting a Pop Troll colony far away.

[chipen]

Shigaraki had a macabre beauty about him ; ashen hair that fell like curtains over a weary face, fingers slender as spiders legs, and a voice so deeply unsettling it sent shivers all along his spine. A house you should not venture to know, yet you find yourself in the foyer in the blink of an eye. Keigo had thought he could settle himself in the nest of this anguishing loner and not be completely affected. How wrong he had been. Before he knew it, his hands had taken Shigaraki's in his own, carefully, bringing them to his lips before placing a long and meaningful kiss atop his knuckles.      “ I did say I'm all in, didn't I? " their eyes meet, glossy amber to a crimson rose. He whispers. " Just tell me what you want, you can have it. ” / @soulspun

THE  NO.  2  HERO  IS  A  INDUSTRIOUS  LITTLE  THING  -  blatant  in  his  urge  to  wiggle  into  shigaraki's  good  graces,  despite  the  grand  commander's  penchant  for  death.  now  -  with  the  league  shrouded  in  opulence  -  hawks  was  afforded  the  comforts  of  not  meeting  villain  contacts  in  shady  warehouses,  and  consequently  seeing  shigaraki  outside  his  ratty  outfits.  crisp  and  clean,  shrouded  in  a  red  fur-lined  cape  and  seated  in  a  chair  that  looked  more  like  a  throne...  the  meeting  hall  is  devoid  of  members,  cleared  out  upon  his  whim  (  much  to  re-destro's  quiet  chagrin  )  due  to  seeking  solitude  and  quiet.  but  leave  it,  of  course,  to  hawks  to  find  him  like  some  sort  of  pernicious  gnat.  can't  say  he  minds  though,  not  with  the  way  the  pretty  bird  stands  in  between  his  spread  and  lounging  legs,  and  he  peers  up  at  him  through  father  with  shrewd  crimson  gaze.

hm.

his  hand  raises  -  and  he  watches  warily.  they're  his  most  important  asset  -  and  with  one  still  sore  (  yet  recovered  mostly  )  from  his  takeover  of  the  plm...  but  hawks  is  gentle.  indulgent.  his  lips  a  silky  caress  to  lethal  knuckles  and  shigaraki...  shigaraki  outright  moans  because  fuck,  people  never  touched  his  hands.  the  other  one  raises,  and  father  is  removed  from  his  face,  the  hand  set  almost  reverently  upon  the  throne  side  table.  crimson  gaze  unobscured  now  -  he  stares  up  at  the  hero,  and  slashes  a  vicious  smirk.

the  hand  in  hawks'  own  removes  itself,  instead  reaching  out.  two  fingers  coast  gently  upon  the  elder's  supple  feathers,  before  he  pulls  it  back  to  pat  his  thigh,  and  then  point  at  his  lap.   ❝ sit, ❞  comes  his  salacious  and  dangerous  croon,  ❝ sit  and  sing  for  me,  little  bird.  tell  me  all  your  heroic  secrets,  and  maybe  we'll  get  somewhere. ❞

[winterspiderpurrs]

It was just past 2am when a knock was heard on the bedroom window of the 3rd floor of a brownstone in Brooklyn. Steve lowered the sketchpad he was filling in some shading from his evening at the park. Bucky just turned another page in the book he was reading.

The window slide open and in crawled Peter. " Hey guys! I saw your light was still on and figured if its okay I could crash in the guest room?"

He lowers himself from the ceiling before pulling off his mask. His hair was wet with sweat and Steve is pretty sure if he wasnt enhanced he would have a blackeye. " Course you can Pete. Its why we offered it to you last year so you wont have to swing back to Queens"

" Great! Thanks guys. I've been in Hells kitchen. Tipped DoubleD and Deadpool off about this human trafficking ring down by the docks. Been hearing whispers about it in Queens."

Steve stares at Peter a moment before setting his sketchbook aside and get out of bed. " I'm sure they can handle that themselves... but I'm glad you could help. Now why don't you get in our shower, get that smell off of you, I'll fix you up a sandwhich before you go to your room for the night." Steve gives Peter a small smile, reaching out to squeeze his arm gentle " Glad your safe Queens" before leaving the room to head to the kitchen.

Moving to get up as well Bucky goes to pick out some cloths for Peter to change into. " Alright Doll, you get started and I'll bring ya something to change into."

Peter hits the spider on his suit, letting it fall off of his shoulders as he stumbles into the bathroom. Once he is out of his suit; he hops into the shower and turns the water on. He left the door open knwoing Bucky will be in to bring clothes. " Hey Bucky why does Steve get all tense when I talk about working with team red? I know I'm a little sweaty but ya know I don't smell that bad"

Bucky enters the bathroom setting some cloths ontop of the sink counter before proping his hip against it as he watched Peter through the glass. "Well Doll, he gets worried about you. You know Deadpool aint the most stable and with his...... fascination with you he gets worried."

Wipping the fog off of the glass before putting some shampoo on his hair, Peter looks out the glass at Bucky.

" Wade is harmless!... well not really but he is to me. Steve doesn't have anything to worry about!"

Stalking closer to the glass, Bucky slides the door open, his eyes squint a little as the mist of the shower hits him on the face. " We have been watching out for you for a while Doll. Even if we aren't your Alphas, we still treat you like our Omega... why do you think we let you set up a nest in our guestroom.... your room, we don't let anyone else stay in there"

Peter's eyes widen and he stares at Bucky. Thinking back to all the moments where now that he is thinking about where clear signs of them trying to court him. He feels like a dumbass now. How could he be so clueless. " I.... feel so stupid for not noticing" Bucky snorts and smirks " I told Steve we gotta just sit and be blunt. But your both oblivious idiots when it comes to this stuff. "

Peter laughs and turns the water off, reaching a hand out, Bucky gets a towel off the rack and hands it over to him. " If this is something you want... then tonight take off those scent blockers, and when we walk you back to your room... invite us to your nest Doll." Reaching out Bucky gently tugs on one of Peters wet curls after he toweled off his head. " We don't have to mate tonight but let us scent you up, we hate when you come to our den smelling like.... other alphas. Though once we know your ours.... Stevie is gonna get more protective. "

Bucky steps into the shower, caging Peter in with his arms

" I will too Doll. I know you've spent some of your heats in the past with that devil and Deadpool. And we want to make sure they know your ours now. Even if its just scenting you for now.... I can't wait till they can smell us dripping out...." Eye's widening Peter swallows a little staring up at Bucky, nodding his head slowly. Bucky smirks and rubs his nose against Peter's. " Alright lets get you dressed and meet the Punk in the kitchen. "

[coffeeandmagicaltales]

The Auror & The Devil part 4

After Professor Fig's death, prof. Sharp was supposed to take on the role of Morana's mentor. First lesson with potion's master and first doubts- they can't be friends, can they?

A story born in my head, about my OC character Morana and prof. Aesop Sharp. Sorry for my english, I'm from Poland.

(FLUFF, Student-teacher relationship platonic (for now), mentioned trauma, mentioned death, extensive use of the word f*ck, make some coffee/tea and enjoy)

*

Morana was sitting on a rock near the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, holding a letter written by Professor Sharp. She absently traced her fingers over the paper, anxious about the impending meeting. She curled up, thinking about what she had done yesterday. She felt incredibly embarrassed: he had shouted at Sharp, vandalized his classroom... and he had simply made her tea and listened to her. Then he had sent Scrope to check on her... She deserved at least a reprimand or even expulsion from Hogwarts.

Tilting her head back, she basked in the warm afternoon sun, letting it kiss her skin. Her thoughts drifted towards the gentle face of potion's master. Today, it would be so hard to face him... After she acted like an idiot.

She struggled to open her eyes, feeling the weight of sleeplessness on her eyelids. She was startled to find a familiar figure in front of her. Aesop looked at her with his usual grumpy expression.

"Daydreaming again, Dimm?" he asked softly, tinged with sarcasm.

Morana jumped off the ground, dusting off her light cloak and her uniform. She stood with her head down for a moment, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I would like to apologize again for everything that happened yesterday... I don't know what got into me," she began, her voice trembling.

Sharp rolled his eyes and let out a bored sound, heading towards the Forbidden Forest. "Come," he grumbled. "You have a lot of work to do."

Morana followed him obediently and they eventually entered the Forest. Oh, how she loved this place... Nature was magic itself for her, those flickering lights, thousands of busy incects buzzing around flowers, fresh air, gentle wind... Leaves rustled under their feet, and the gravel on the narrow path clinked as they walked. Morana instinctively took out her wand, just in case. Sharp glanced at her with a bemused expression, but, inside, he had found her excessive caution amusing. Sometimes, he wrinkled his nose or grimaced slightly when he put too much weight on his injured leg. Morana assumed he didn't use spells like Apparition or Portkey to avoid losing mobility. Movement was important, even if it caused pain.

She was concerned when she heard a quiet moan of ache from him, and their eyes met.

"Miss Dimm, I won't be offended if you walk a bit faster towards the spider nest I mentioned in the letter. When I see you moving as slowly as a turtle beside me, I feel a bit... uncomfortable," he said with a calm, matter-of-fact tone.

"I won't leave you," she replied, frowning at the thought of his suggestion. "We're supposed to work together, right? You don't leave your colleagues behind."

"Hmm," Sharp murmured, and his eyes flickered in the shadow. A corner of his mouth twitched, and he felt the same pleasant sensation as yesterday, causing his cheeks to redden. "If you genuinely want to keep up with me, then we'll spend more time in each other's company. I want you to tell me why there's such an uncomfortable silence today."

Morana froze, not really wanting to answer the question. She didn't want him to know that sometimes his stern, or even aloof, demeanor, voice, and especially his posture ( she was petite, and he was much taller than her, even when he walked slightly hunched) made her feel „little”...

"'I intimidate you, don't I?' he asked, looking at her with a confident gaze, reading everything from her eyes. Inwardly, he was proud of this skill and the fact that, after all these years away from his beloved work, it hadn't left him. Mora, seeing his dark, intelligent eyes fixed on her, knew that there was no point in lying.

'Yes,' she confessed with difficulty. 'You can be very kind at times, and at other times... gruff and... distant.'"

Fuck... I shoudn't have mentioned that... fuck... She thought to herself, her cheeks burning.

Sharp chuckled softly, thinking about how she had thrown herself into his arms under the influence of emotions yesterday and now hesitated to even look at him when she started to think rationally. Perhaps he was also a bit apprehensive, considering that for a brief moment last night, they had blurred the line between student and teacher, and today he wasn't sure how to approach her.

"Alright, I understand that," he nodded, speaking in a gentle tone. "I'm not one to coddle my students; that's what Professor Garlick is for. But I don't want you to be afraid to ask me questions or talk about anything. I don't want to pressure you in any way. Sometimes, I might ask a question or express curiosity, but mainly, I want you to decide when you want to talk and feel comfortable in my presence. Does that work for you? I promise that when I feel comfortable, I'll try to be less gruff and distant, as you put it."

Morana felt a bit better and nodded.

"As for your apologies..." he added, "I'm not mad at you. I've thought a lot about it, and I'm even glad that your emotions came to the surface because I know what you need to work on. It's not a reproach. Aggression is just as much an emotion as any other; it's neither good nor bad. What matters is how we use it. As I mentioned in the letter, the tasks you'll have to complete are difficult not because you lack the strength but because of the nuances you'll have to discover on your own."

"On my own, Professor?" she asked, recalling the image of Professor Figg leaving her alone before another Trial, leaving her surrounded by the incessant pounding of her terrified heart.

"No, no, no," Sharp assured her, his large hand gently patted her arm in a reassuring gesture. "Your safety is my top priority, and I'll always be close to you, providing you with my knowledge and experience. But I won't do things for you. Although my words sound stern, I want you to feel at ease, Miss Dimm."

"I won't let you down," she said quietly, and Sharp just smiled cunningly. His expression seemed to say: We'll see.

Mora swiftly knocked down the first spiders that had crawled to the surface with a few quick wand movements. She felt proud of starting the fight so well, even though she was just warming up. The task was: collect spider venom. Easy.

Sharp observed her from his hiding spot, concealed by a chameleon spell to avoid being bitten by the chomping cabbage that were rampant in the vicinity. He carefully analyzed her fluid movements, which resembled a dance more than a battle, and the beams of powerful explosions that echoed deep into the forest. Equally spectacular and beautiful as they were dangerous. Mora was giving her all, making flawless evasions, utilizing everything at her disposal, and her voice had grown hoarse from incantations.

"Wrong," Sharp summarized calmly, his eyes mischievous.

Mora stood on shaky legs next to the remains of the largest spider she had ever defeated, sweaty and disheveled, barely catching her breath. A wide smile of pride crossed her face when that short word reached her ears.

"But?.." she began, completely thrown off balance. Her hand triumphantly extended toward Sharp, holding a vial filled with spider venom all the way to the cork, fell limply by her side.

"Well, wrong,'" he sighed in his characteristic tone, which every Hogwarts student knew well. Calm, somewhat bored, with a touch of irony. "That's enough for today."

Aesop gave her a sign to follow him.

For a moment, Mora stood as if petrified, not knowing what had just happened, what she had done wrong. Finally, she moved and caught up with the potions master, trying to organize her mind having thoughts still in a whirl. Sharp looked at her with evident satisfaction.

Well, well... you finally started thinking... hmmm wise woman... he thought, seeing the cogs in her head working hard to find an answer to how a correctly executed task could be a failure.

Dusk was beginning to settle in, and Aesop ordered a break in a spot near Hogsmead as he saw that exhausted Mora was struggling to keep up with his slow pace. With a fluid wand movement, he conjured a few wooden blocks, lit a fire, and then conjured a teapot. He poured a cup for himself and handed a cup to Mora, who had settled beside him on a fallen tree log.

"What's on your mind, Mora?" he asked gently, taking a sip of tea, with a subtle, knowing smile. He had noticed how much she had been affected by the lesson and felt that it was now a safe time to discuss it. He wasn't sure why he sometimes forgot to address her more formally, even though he never did so with other students. Perhaps it was because it was a Saturday outside of classes, or maybe it was because he liked how her name sounded.

"Well, it's just that I don't know; I feel like an idiot," she replied, almost immediately. "I did everything right, executed the task correctly."

Sharp's cold hand gently tapped her fingers intertwined on the cup, reminding her to take a sip, as the exertion must have left her quite dehydrated. He watched the porcelain, which she had put to her lips and emptied in a single gulp, and couldn't help but smile, seeing how she refilled it equally fast.

"I really tried," she confessed with a frustrated voice, catching her breath. In her eyes, there was a flash of anger at Sharp's stern assessment, who, in the meantime, had taken a small knife and an apple from his pocket. He started peeling the fruit, all while listening carefully to Mora. "I used the correct spells, which are sensitive to Acromantulas. I did everything according to the bestiary and what Professor Hecat taught me. I've hunted them hundreds of times and helped people in the area when they had problems with them... I..."

Sharp carefully took her empty cup and placed it on the ground, and then gently, as delicately he could, fearing that his touch would be unpleasant to her, laid a well-peeled half of the apple on her palm. He closed her fingers around it to prevent the fruit from slipping out due to her distracted state. The sweet scent of the apple awakened a gnawing hunger within her. Without thinking, she brought it to her mouth and devoured it quickly. Aesop chuckled quietly an ate a part of the apple with the bitter skin he hadn't bothered to peel for himself.

Poor thing, he thought, sending her a sympathetic look. She had shown great skill in today's battle, and he enjoyed watching such a talented witch in action... as she wasn't aiming at him this time. Still, she lacked experience. He would be a fool not to appreciate her efforts and commitment to completing her first task.

"I must admit I would be very surprised if you had completed this task correctly, and I'm actually pleased that you didn't," he confessed after a moment, in a calm tone, and shrugged. Morana raised an eyebrow, and her eyes blinked in disbelief. "That's why I'm here, for you to make mistakes and learn from them... You know perfectly well what my lessons are like. Failures are a crucial part of learning... Now it's time to think about what you can do, rather than what you didn't do."

"Maybe... maybe I'll look for something in the library, perhaps I missed something... What do you think?"

Hmm... You're starting to understand what this is about, he thought and nodded while his eyes sparkled. "The library is always a good idea. What kind of books will you be looking for?"

"Hmmm... I guess anything on Acromantulas..." She laughed, but it was a laughter through tears rather than joy. Hours of poring over manuscripts awaited her. "Maybe even those from the forbidden section... Although I probably shouldn't go there." She hesitated, fearing a reprimand.

"Right, that's why I'll go with you," he replied matter-of-factly, surprising Morana. He had always seemed to be the first among the professors to strictly adhere to the rules and never break any.

Sharp stood up, but then suddenly winced in pain and swayed slightly. Morana jumped to her feet and lightly supported him. He furrowed his brow and bowed his head, feeling pain, but more of shame than any lightning bolts in his knee.

"Dimm..." he growled menacingly through clenched teeth, turning his gaze away from her big, compassionate eyes, the sight of which would make him completely fall apart. "Please don't do that again. If I'm going to fall, I want to do it while preserving a shred of dignity."

He felt terribly pathetic and wanted to disappear. Pity gripped Morana's heart; although she had never been in his situation and couldn't claim to understand it, she saw how much he suffered and how hard he fought with his disability. He didn't give up, even though you could say the matter was doomed to failure from the start. But... Despite his distance from himself and the wise phrases that came out of his mouth about "fate is what one makes of it"... Deep down, he cursed how unfairly fate had treated him. He saw himself as a pitiable caricature of the former detective Aesop Sharp, Auror, who was once the jewel in the crown of the Ministry of Magic. The shadow of a handsome, confident, and strong man in his prime, who was overflowing with humor in the company of friends, an object of many women's desires and the best match they could dream of for financial security. After the accident, he became a nobody, a cripple whose company didn't suit beautiful women or anyone from the circles he used to move in. His face had become grotesque and didn't fit with marble, expensive carpets, and exquisite dinners, and the comical way he moved, according to him, had its place only in the circus or a retirement home. Sometimes he didn't know whether he was fighting his lack of dignity with himself or with others.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, sir," Morana whispered as quietly as she could and took a step back.

Oh, great... you scared her... she doesn't want to hurt you, you fucking idiot..., he scolded himself in his thoughts.

"It's not about that..." he said, swallowing the tears and controlling his voice, focusing all his strength on it. "I know you want to help, that you want to do well, but... sometimes it does more harm. I don't like it when people treat me like fine china, and I doubt you would like it either. Please, don't do it again." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, avoiding Morana's gaze, and then suddenly felt the touch of her delicate hand on his forearm.

"I promise," she said softly, in a tone so sweet and gentle that he struggled not to fall to the ground beneeth her feet and cry. How on earth did she do it? Two days ago, he had a quiet life occasionally disrupted by Mr. Weasley's nonsense or days when the pain in his leg was a bit stronger than usual, but other than that, the daily routine was a blessing, especially after the whirl of emotions that almost pushed him to the brink of endurance five years ago. He didn't want anyone to see him in a bad state, or when he had difficulty with simple tasks... Working with Morana one-on-one, spending more time with her than with others, his disability would be present every day. That's the bitter truth, and he naively deluded himself that maybe it would be different.

Maybe she should have been assigned to someone else... I should be taking care of her, not the other way around, he was plagued by doubts, even though he was happy about the prospect of more challenges. He really wanted to work with her, but...

What kind of magic was she using that made him afraid to look into her eyes? He didn't know how long he would endure with this woman, with this devil who was to him what witches were to Muggles - beings with supernatural abilities who, with a single word or the slightest glance, could captivate someone's soul, disrupt the surrounding reality, and turn life upside down. He kept telling himself that he would somehow manage, that working with her would last until the end of next year, that it was not that far off, that she was capable, and would quickly make progress.

"I know... I know you have questions about my disability" the last word was full of shame and grief, and made Mora want to cuddle him. "I can see it in your eyes," he said, regaining his composure and finding the courage to look at her. Pale blue irises shimmered in the faint light of the moon, which peeked out from behind the clouds and became immaculate as two topaz gems. Surprisingly, they didn't intimidate him; instead, they gently encouraged him to continue speaking. "I'll answer them if I feel they don't intrude too much into my private life."

Oh, please..., his inner voice spoke up in his head. She'll see right through you because she's clever. Aesop immediately silenced him. He was too afraid of the glooming specter of friendship with Morana, which, unfortunately, he thought would seriously undermine his ability to maintain professionalism and discipline.

He couldn't like her.

He hadn't planned on liking her.

Morana nodded in understanding. She wanted to add that she didn't want to cause any trouble with curious questions, but seeing that he had proposed it himself and taking into account his request not to feel sorry for him, she thought such a comment would be unnecessary.

"It's time to go back," Sharp ordered, seeing that it was almost completely dark and feeling raindrops on his skin, which were slowly turning into drizzle. With a quick wave of his wand, he extinguished the fire. "Lumos!" he whispered, and the wand's light somewhat eased his discomfort, although he still felt miserable.

"Lumos!" Morana echoed.

"Tomorrow we'll start a bit earlier than today. Let's meet at 10 in front of the library, and I don't want to hear any complaints about it being Sunday. I also feel like I've been robbed of sleep until 12, and that was the only day I could rest from you all." He began speaking after a moment of silence. "Professor Black seems to be intentionally changing my schedule after the last incident..."

"What happened?" Morana asked, not having any idea of what Sharp, in her mind the epitome of tact and a true gentleman, could have done to upset the headmaster.

It was raining heavily, and Sharp gently tugged on Morana's sleeve to get her to walk a bit closer to him. She lit the way, and he conjured an umbrella around the two of them.

"Well, some time ago, he asked me to brew a certain medicinal elixir, which, to be honest, required discretion. Then, when I met him to let him know that the remedy was ready, he categorically preferred a student to bring it to him... I agreed and sent Mr. Weasley. Well... I immediately got an owl with a complaint about my 'self-willed decision that contradicted our agreement regarding discretion.' He didn't want to listen to me when I explained that it was his decision... A strange man."

Morana blushed and clenched her lips, making a strange face. Sharp glanced at her and narrowed his eyes.

"Dimm... Something tells me you had your fingers in that..."

"I didn't want that, really," she confessed, trying to defend herself. "Professor Fig gave me the Polyjuice Potion... I had to get into the headmaster's office because the Guardians asked me, and I needed the password, which Scrope knew. By chance, I met you, then Mrs. Kogawa, and even Mrs. Weasley. I think I accidentally banned Quidditch forever... I talked nonsense because I was in a hurry, the potion had a short duration, and it just turned out that way... But that one with headmaster I couldn't help it, it was tempting to stirr his life a bit..." She spoke very quickly and chaotically, and Aesop's eyes grew wider with each new fact of this story.

"Well, well... I could have expected this if I brewed it for everyone except Ms. Scribner and Matilda."

"Wait... You brewed it?"

"Weeeell..." he grumbled, looking for a brilliant excuse, but nothing came to his mind at the moment.

"I can't believe it... Why did you do that?"

"Just in case," he mumbled through clenched teeth, avoiding her gaze and blushed. "The Polyjuice Potion is very difficult to brew, and other teachers asked me to make it... A few strands of the headmaster's hair fell into it by pure accident..."

"Sure," Morana snickered with laughter, then smoothly glided in front of Sharp and started to walk backwards, her eyes fixed on potion's master. She took on a disgusted expression. She straightened up and took a deep breath.

"Sharp!" she growled in a tone painfully reminiscent of Headmaster Black, which stunned Aesop and pulled him out of the clutches of dark thoughts. "I hope that what's bubbling in the cauldron is a remedy for me!" she said, ridiculously mimicking Phineas's exaggerated accent. Sharp's stomach twisted with laughter, although he decided to maintain a serious face.

"But of course, Professor," he said towards Morana in his matter-of-fact, calm tone. He didn't know why he did it or why he decided to join in her little game. But he enjoyed every bit of it. Mora suppressed her laughter and resumed playing her role.

"Well, I've been waiting for it definitely too long, and I have doubts whether you're not occupied with something else! Plus, I've caught dandruff, you should do something about that too..." she scratched her head, pretending to lean over the cauldron and inspect its contents with interest.

Devil not a woman... Sharp thought, smiling.

"Of course, Headmaster, everything will be ready on time. Your, uh, boils... I mean, your doubts can rest peacefully," he nodded slightly.

Morana burst into laughter, so disarming that it even infected Sharp. She danced in front of him in the rain, walking backwards, and the light from her wand made the raindrops glisten like diamonds falling from the sky, surrounding her with a truly ethereal aura. Sharp again felt like a character from Muggle fairy tales next to her, a character who met a being of divine nature on his journey, experiencing pure magic for the first time. It was strange; he had seen hundreds of magical creatures, from trolls and mermaids to Veelas and dragons, and practically nothing made a big impression on him. She... Perhaps it was because of ancient magic, or maybe there was really something both devilish and heartwarming about her, something that with one "wicked" look, dissipated all his sorrows.

"His hair went to your cauldron like that, sir?" she asked, catching up to Sharp and taking shelter under the magical umbrella.

"As if you were reading my mind," he mumbled. "You should get a detention for making fun of the headmaster."

"Well, I wasn't the only one," she replied boldly.

"No one will believe you..." he muttered, looking at her askance, a cunning smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

He was right. For a moment, she forgot that she had met this gruff man only a few months ago. Merlin, just yesterday he was simply one of her teachers, whom she simply respected. Today... Now, seeing his figure out of the corner of her eye, feeling his presence, hearing a whole range of quiet sounds involuntarily escaping his lips when he limped... It was surreal, but everything felt so familiar and close to her that she allowed herself to act foolishly, thing that wouldn't have passed even among her friends. They all seemed to be absorbed in their problems, which she helped them solve, and she didn't have time to "be herself." It was a pleasant change, to forget for a few moments about everything that happened before... She missed someone like him in her life, even though it had never crossed her mind to call him her "friend." She felt that she had special consideration from him, always, but she was sure it was due to her diligence and ambition. Qualities that Sharp appreciated as a member of Slytherin... However, she was appreciated by most of the teachers and friends. Only with this man did she feel something, which had long been dormant in her and returned to her only in dreams.

A sense of home and belonging. The hills of Nitra cuddled in the blanket of the evening mist. Delicacy. The closeness of loved ones that surrounded her with safety, which her memory had blurred.

End of part 4, thanks for reading! &lt;3

[lostonehero]

Fucking finally the slow burn ends after 200 pages

It's been a week since the incident with Micheal, and William was doing his best to reframe from taking control to dote on him. He was probably driving Henry crazy and that made him feel awful. That's also probably why he was stuck in the nest wrapped in chains. Either was he deserved this.

Henry huffed, staring down at William. His spider legs click as he paces back and forth like a lion. William couldn't exactly read the expression on his face, and he had a growing pit of dead in his stomach.

William didn't even realize he started to cry as he was shaking. Why did he feel scared? He was probably in trouble and.... God, what if Clara made her way in here. Henry was probably keeping him trapped for her. He knew this was too good to be true.

Henry stops feeling a shock of emotions, mostly fear enveloping him. He narrows his black eyes and stares down at William. Why was he upset? Didn't he like it when he dragged him under? He jumps down, crouched over William. He pulls the other man up by the chains and uses his free hand to wipe away the tears. "My little rabbit, why are you crying?"

William shut his eyes, trying to ease his panic. "I'm sorry." He bites his lip and turns his head away, and braces for the pain.

Henry tilts his head and untangled the chains from William. He drops the taller man down who looks up at him in fear. He growls and jumps back up. He punches a hole in the wall and growls. "Rabbit..."

William flinched for the hit that never came, and he opened one eye as he curled into himself. "No punishment?"

Henry looked down at William, curling his spider legs behind him. He had his arms crossed, and a frown pulled his lips down. "Why would I punish you?"

"I deserve it." William looks back up at Henry. "I've been taking control, and I haven't been asking. I've been selfish."

"Selfish?" Henry sits down, dangling his feet over the edge above William in his nest. "Now, my little Rabbit, we've been over this. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't take you to my nest."

William pulls himself into a fetal position. "Why did you take me? I deserve to be punished."

Henry frowns he can feel the spider mandible grow from his jaw. Rage churned under his skin as his thoughts went to Clara and how she hurt his Rabbit. William was his, and how dare she touch him. His voice was deep as he barely contained his fury. "I want you with me, Rabbit. You are mine. I own you." He growls. "I won't ever let you leave me understand."

William shudders and uncurls from himself and lays on his back, staring up at Henry. "You wanted to see me?"

"Because you're mine, Rabbit." Henry hissed, leaning over the edge, his claws digging into the wood. "I, however, will not touch you."

William didn't like that. He felt more like himself, and he didn't want that. He can feel a scowl on his lips. He swallows. Maybe he can be selfish with this Henry. "Spider, I didn't ask for that." He crossed his arms, staring at Henry.

"Spider?" Henry narrows his eyes.

"You call me Rabbit, so I'm calling you Spider." William huffs relaxing in the soft nest. He never thought spider silk could be this soft. "You got a problem?" He felt more confident, and he couldn't understand why. He was just panicked that Clara was coming, and now he wanted to rile Henry up.

Henry has a smirk on his lips as he crosses his arms. "Very well, Rabbit. Now, what were you saying?"

William huffed. "I said I wanted you to touch me. Get off from your high horse and come down here." He gets a blush on his face, realizing what he just said and covers his face.

Spider chuckles its deep and rich, and William adored the sound. "I think I rather stay up here, Rabbit. Why don't you try to climb up?" He has a teasing notion in his tone.

William huffs. "You're a right ass." He can't help but smile. "You really don't mind me taking over?"

Henry tilts his head. "Why would I mind? You're like a newborn lamb. You can't even do the most basic things."

William rolls his eyes. "Well, for one, it's not my body, and two, I've been dead for over 30 years . Forgive me if I'm bad at being alive again."

Henry laughs, and it makes William's heart flutter. "My stubborn little Rabbit. Your excuses are weaker and weaker every time."

William huffs. "Spider, that's enough. I am capable of defending myself."

"Then come up here and tell me yourself." Spider smirks.

"I think I rather stay in this soft nest." William faces away from Spider. "I have no need to prove myself."

"Is that your excuse?" Spider chuckles. "Very well, Rabbit, rest your little head." He snaps his fingers, and William vanishes. "Oops."

....

Henry was working on his car with Charlie. When the flash from his subconscious hit him, he dropped his wrench on his face. "Fuck.."

"Dad are you ok?" Charlie dips down as Henry pulls himself out from under his car.

"I'm fine. I'm fine, just dropped my wrech on my face." Henry sighs, sitting up looking over to William, who was floating next to his toolbox. "Spider? Really, William?"

William huffs. "You keep calling me Rabbit. Besides, I can't just keep using the same name."

"But that's my subconscious. We're one in the same, William." Henry sighs, rubbing his face.

"No, you're not." William waved his hand. "Besides, it's for me, not you."

Henry rolls his eyes. "Whatever makes you happy."

Charlie raises her brow. "What happened?"

Henry smiles. "My subconscious has a habit of dragging your uncle around, and because of that, he decided to give them a nickname even though we are the same person. Don't roll your eyes at me, William."

Charlie giggles. "Dad, I think we should take a break, and I'm going to get ice for your eye."

"Charlie, I'm fine." Henry sighs.

"Dad, please for me?" Charlie smiles as Henry nods, and she kisses him on his cheek. "Cool, I'm gonna be your nurse."

Henry chuckles watching Charlie run off. "It's not that bad."

"Henry, you're getting a black eye." William sighs. "You dripped one of your biggest wrenches on your eye."

"Well, technically, it's your eye." Henry hums. "Granted, it's still my body, but a little back eye won't stop me."

"Henry, I will drag your ass to the hospital." William huffs. "Don't be so stubborn, just take a break."

Henry sighs getting up. "Fine, fine, only because Charlie wants me to."

......

Charlie has given her father an ice pack and has him sit on the recliner. She has also cut him up some fruit and got him a book.

"Charlie, I'm fine, I just got distracted." Henry sighs, smiling at her. "You don't have to do all of this."

"If she doesn't, you wouldn't do anything but keep working." William sighs and floats in front of the mirror.

"I would have got an ice pack." Henry huffs. "I'm not made of paper, and I've been hurt worse than this."

"You say that as if it makes me feel better." William crosses his arms.

Charlie pauses, putting the plate of fruit on the table next to her father. "Can I ask why your subconscious likes to drag Uncle William around?"

"Because they're a menace." William huffs.

Henry hums. "I don't know, maybe I'm just bored."

Charlie bites back a sigh. Aunt Jen wasn't wrong, and this was going to bother her. "Ok, but we were fixing the car together."

"I was enjoying that. There is a slight delay when I get the memories from my subconscious in regards to William. I really don't know how it works, but I'm fine." Henry hums, holding his ice pack to his eye. "I apologize for ruining our time together."

"Dad, you didn't." Charlie huffs. "How about you tell me a story then? Tell me a story from your past. I'm am adult so no sugar coating." She smiles and takes a seat across from her father.

Henry chuckles. "Ok ok my little darling, I've got to think of one. How far back do you want to go?"

"You said you've been injured worse, so how and why?" Charlie hums.

Henry blushes and rubs the back of his head. "Well, I used to get into lots of fights as a kid. I guess I was a real nightmare growing up." He sighs. "I don't know how Jen dealt with me. Granted now she is extremely knowledgeable with first aid."

Charlie raised her brow. "I don't believe you."

William matches the expression. "You've said that before, but I also don't believe you."

Henry sighs. "It's true, though." He huffs. "Alright, fine, how about I get Jen, and she can back me up."

"Nope, you're resting. I'll call Aunt Jen." Charlie hums, taking out her phone, then puts it on speaker. "Aunt Jen, you're on speaker, it's Charlie. Was dad really a bad kid growing up?"

Jen's laughter crackles over the loudspeaker. "Hen was a fucking nightmare. He was getting into fights left and right one time..."

"Jen, I don't need you telling that one." Henry huffs.

"Oh, come now, Charlotte is an adult." Jen hums.

"Yeah, I said no sugar coating." Charlie gives a look to her father.

Henry sighs. "Fine, but let me tell it, and Jen can add details. I was 16, and it was the middle of fall in Texas...

....

It was an unusual, warm day for the fall in this small town of Texas. A teen with blonde curls and a scowl on his face and a body built for hard labor walked through the small town on a mission. Most avoided this boy when he walked through town, and others only gave polite smiles, hoping he wouldn't look their way.

He huffs as he makes his way deeper into the small town, finding his target on their bike. "That ain't yours."

The teen was new to their small town and didn't exactly know the rules that he should follow. His two friends right by him were also new or just dumb enough to pick a fight with the blonde teen. "Huh, look at this redneck. You don't know how to ride this thing, you backwater sister kisser."

Well, the blonde threw the first punch. "You damn city boy, this ain't your town."

The other two boys fought back and thought they won when they heard a crack after kicking the blonde.

This only made the teen angry. The three boys ended up in the hospital the next town over, and the blonde rode his bike home.

His sister never understood how he rode his bike home with a broken leg, a sprained wrist, and two black eyes. She, however, knew better than to ask questions when it came to his outbursts. She's just happy she didn't have the police come by to tell her he was 6 feet under.

"The city brat stole my bike." The boy huffs.

"That ain't an excuse to break bones." She sighs. "You're lucky I can fix these. You ain't moving for a while."

"So what? I made a point." He sighs. "Where's Ma?"

"You know damn well where she is. I'll handle the chores until you can move well enough. You can't snap these again." She sighs, moving the bone in place, and the boy doesn't even flinch. "I'm gonna wrap it, and then you're heading inside. You ain't gonna move, got it."

"Yeah, I won't."

.......

Charlie blinks, opens her mouth, and then closes it. She takes a breath. "How did you bike home with a broken leg?"

Jen's voice comes from the speaker. "I still ask him that question, and he won't give me an answer."

Henry huffs. "Because it doesn't matter how I did it. I got home before curfew."

William blinks. "We had very different childhoods."

Henry huffs and waves his hand. "I wasn't exactly the most friendly kid growing up. I got better, obviously, but I'm glad you didn't get my temper, Charlie. Well, not temper, more like lashing out? Honestly, I was just a menace."

"To be fair, it was a different time." Jen sighs. "You were nice to the workers. That doesn't really mean much when the town was scared of you."

Henry sighs. "I grew out of it."

"You did." Jen hums. "So why the trip down memory lane?"

"Dad accidentally gave himself a black eye, dropping his wrench on his face." Charlie hums.

"You what?" Jen's voice goes up a pitch.

Henry hangs up the phone. "Charlie, my darling, please don't tell your aunt that stuff."

"But it's true, and she's going to find out when she sees you." Charlie hums. "Besides, you need to rest, and if I can't get you to do that, she will."

Henry smiles. "Alright, fine. I'll relax, but you have to stay by my side."

Charlie smiles back. "I told ya dad I'll be your nurse."

.....

Charlie slams open Micheal's room door without knocking. "Ok, my dad is asleep, and so we have time to plan something."

Micheal is on top of Jeremy looking like a deer in headlights. His tendrils have covered up both of their private parts as he covers his face. "For fucks sake I locked the door."

Jeremy giggles. "She broke the door."

Charlie pauses for a moment and then looks at the door. "Ok, that's my bad, but that doesn't matter. I can fix that. So Micheal, I'm going to need your help and..." She finally realizes what she walked in on. "Ah..."

Micheal groans. "Don't just go Ah. Fuck Charlie knocking exists for a reason."

Jeremy is laughing hysterically. "I honestly thought it would have been one of your siblings to walk in on us. This, however, is equally hilarious."

Micheal rolls his eyes. "I'm glad you're enjoying this. Charlie, get out and let us clean up."

"Right, right." Charlie shuts the door. She's gotten used to barging in on Elizabeth, and Evan is just doing weird makeup things. She was not prepared for this.

.......

Micheal sighs in clean clothes and drying his hair off after a shower. "Now, what was so important that you broke my door." He sighs and punches Jeremy's shoulder. "Will you stop giggling."

Jeremy has a big smirk on his face. "Never that was fucking hilarious."

Charlie sighs crossing her arms. "I wanted help with something."

"Help with what?" Micheal sighs getting up. "I'm not exactly good at things."

Jeremy takes his turn to punch Micheal's arm. "Don't downplay your skills. I swear the negative self-talk is not good for you."

Micheal sighs. "Sorry."

Charlie hums. "It's actually about your father and my father."

Micheal raises his brow and sits up straight. He's actually figured out a way to his his new parts pretty well, all things considered. He didn't put on a hat since he was inside. "Is everything ok?"

"I think so? I mean, my dad accidently gave himself a black eye while we were fixing his car." Charlie shrugs. "He's taking a nap now, and I wanted to ask for help in regards to Uncle William."

Micheal nods. "How, did he do that?"

"Well, so it turns out my dad's subconscious likes to drag around Uncle William, and my dad gets those memories slightly delayed, and well, he got distracted and dropped his wrench on his face." She pauses. "I uh Aunt Jen told me Uncle William has had a crush on my dad for a long time."

Micheal nods. "I knew that part, I figured it out as a kid. My father didn't exactly hide it well." He sighs. "So why is this important?"

"Well, uh, my dad doesn't know." Charlie pulls at her overalls.

"Bullshit." Micheal rolls his eyes. "My father might be good at keeping a level head but when it comes to Uncle Henry he's a fucking mess."

"It's true!" Charlie slams her hands on the table. "My dad doesn't even realize Uncle William calls him cowboy."

Micheal's eyes widen, and he covers his face, finally putting pieces together. "They share a body." He groans. "Alright, fine, I'll help, only because my dad deserves some sort of happiness."

Jeremy hands Micheal a bottle of water. "So can I-"

"Absolutely not. You gave my uncle hard-core smut books. You are nowhere near subtle. You also agreed to babysit today." Micheal crosses his arms.

Jeremy sighs. "Fine, but if it doesn't work, I'm giving him a sex education book for LGBT youths."

Charlie frowns. "Please don't."

Micheal takes a long sip. "I won't let him."

"You two are no fun."

....

William was following behind Henry. He refrains from traveling Henry's mind mostly because he doesn't want to break his trust, even though he has a blanket permission to look around and do as he pleases. He didn't exactly have a choice now because Henry dragged him out of his own mind into his.

Henry was whistling an old tune. "William, so what do you want to do?"

"I want to go back to my mind." William sighs.

"Nonsense, I'm always intruding in your place. You have the right to explore mine." Henry hums. "Come on now, don't be a stranger. We are sharing my body."

William sighs. "Fine, I guess." He pauses, getting an idea. "I want to see something."

Henry smiles and stops turning around. "What is it?"

William bit his lip. He always loved Henry's smiles. He shook the thoughts away. "I want to see what you looked like as a kid. We can change our forms here since we're in our minds."

Henry hums, shutting his eyes. His monster features seem to melt away as he shrinks to a young teen, and William freezes. He looks like the boy he ran into. "Oh, it worked." He blushes at his high pitch and thick accent. "Oh, I didn't think my voice would change to match it. Huh, what's with that face?"

"N-nothing." William sighs, so maybe that was the first encounter with Spider. He sighs and shuts his eyes, and opens them staring at his hands. They are smaller, and he looked at Henry. "Well, it's only fair. I show you mine to match."

Henry giggles. "Your accent is so weird."

"Oh hush, yours is too." William blushes, crossing his arms.

"Why are you wearing a suit?" Henry pauses.

"Because it's formal." William huffs. "Why are you wearing something that looks sewed together?"

"Jen made it for me. We didn't have much money for clothes growing up, well I think so ma didn't buy us a lot so we had to make due." Henry hums. "Besides, these clothes are good for hard labor."

"Again, we had very different childhoods." William sighs. "This isn't a suit really its a school uniform."

"You had uniforms for school?" Henry tilts his head.

"You didn't?" William pauses. "Right, you're American."

"That was for them rich folks." Henry hums. "We'll come on. I think I can find a nice memory of childhood to watch."

"How about a fight?" William has a smirk on his lips.

"Well, you're going to have to be more specific, William. I've been in a lot of fights." Henry chuckles. "Have you've been in a fight?"

"Well yes hut it was one-sided, and I ended up in a dumpster." William gasps as Henry returns to normal adult form and picks him up.

"Well, you won't be losing now." Henry chuckles. "I'm on your side."

William returns to normal, trying to get Henry to drop him. It doesn't work. "Henry put me down."

"No, you're way too light for this to be bothersome." Henry chuckles. "Come on, let's watch some old memories."

"Fine, but put me down." William huffs

"I don't think I will."

......

Henry hums and waits up in his recliner to his daughter and nephew staring at him. He blinks. "Did I miss something? I wasn't asleep that long, was I?"

Charlie shakes her head. "No, but I did manage to fix Micheal's door while you were asleep.... I didn't realize he locked it when I opened it."

Henry can't help but smile because he's done that a few times by accident working with William. "That's alright, Charlie."

Micheal sighs. "Jeremy left to watch over his niece and nephew. Is Father out?"

William was lazily floating to the side of Henry. "I suppose I am."

"He is. He normally doesn't follow me put after I wake up." Henry hums. "He kind of reminds me of a cat at the moment."

William rolls his eyes. "Stop comparing me to animals." He doesn't really have a bite to his tone it's more of a whine.

"He's embracing my forced lazy day." Henry chuckles. "Oh, right, where is Elizabeth and Evan?"

Charlie smiles. "Oh, since Micheal's transformation has stopped for now, Consenqueses sent them on a mission. They will be back before dinner." She pauses. "You're not being lazy. You're resting. You got hurt."

Henry waves his hand. "Same difference." He sits up and stretches. Alright, I'm done sitting around. How does lunch sound?"

"I can make lunch." Charlie huffs. "Dad, you have to relax."

"Charlie, I can make food." Henry gets up and cracks his back. "You can help me if you want."

Micheal looks at Charlie. "You're not going to win this."

"Shut up, Micheal." Charlie huffs. "Well, what about Uncle William?"

Micheal makes a face. "I rather not eat charcoal."

William huffs. "My cooking is not that bad."

Henry chuckles. "Your father didn't like that."

"Well, he's British he doesn't know what seasoning is anyway." Micheal snickers as Henry's eye glows purple.

"Micheal David Afton, you will stop this instant. I know well enough how to cook." William crosses his arms, his glare looks odd on Henry's face. "Your laughter will not fix any of this, Henry."

Charlie bites back a smile. "Then you cook something for my dad."

"Charlie, that is the worst thing you could suggest." Micheal sighs. "You're going to get your father poisoned."

William's face has gone red, which is covered mostly by Henry's beard. "Micheal, I swear." He stomps off to the kitchen shouting. "Quit your laughing. I'm making you lunch damn it."

....

Micheal and Charlie have not touched their food staring at Henry eating his. He looked to be enjoying it.

"Ok, I understand your frustration." Micheal whispers to Charlie.

"I know right this is infuriating. Like I have no problem with them together." Charlie sighs, clearing her throat. "So Uncle William can cook?"

Henry chuckles. "Don't inflate his ego he already looks smug. It's extremely hard to mess up a grilled cheese." He sighs. "William, no pouting, I swear."

"You're the one who said I couldn't even cook the most basic of dishes. There, I proved you wrong." William crosses his arms.

Henry hums. "I suppose I do stand corrected." He takes another bite of his sandwich. "The onions in the middle are a nice touch."

Micheal taps his fingers and sighs. "Uncle Henry, may I ask a question?"

"You don't have to be so formal, Micheal. You can ask me anything." Henry smiles.

Micheal sighs. "So how did you get together with Aunt Margaret?"

Henry blinks, not exactly prepared for this question. "I what?"

"How did you two start dating anyhow? I mean, I know you two met on spring break from college." Micheal hums. "I've talked to her about it, but I want to know when you knew. I mean, I dunno I just want to hear a different perspective, I guess."

Henry rubs the back of his head. "I mean, Margaret is a very nice woman. I ran into her doing odd jobs around town. She was visiting family in the area she's originally from here. I guess she liked me from the start." He hums and scratches his beard. "I didn't really think she was into me till she proposed."

Charlie has to hold herself back from smacking her face against the table. "You weren't close?"

Henry sighs. "We weren't innocent if you must know, but I just thought it was like when I was younger, just sleeping around in a sense. She was very nice and we got along great. It just didn't last in the end." He smiles. "Does that answer your question?"

William stares at Henry. "I sure hope it doesn't."

Henry glances over. "And what do you mean by that?"

"Henry, you're telling me the first time I saw you two together. You had no idea she was dating you?" William has a wild expression on his face.

"Was it dating? I mean, I didn't really consider it dating she never said it outright. We were basically friends with benefits as they call it now." Henry smile turns to a frown. "Why are you making that face?"

William looks extremely stressed out. "Henry what the actual fuck?"

"Why are you getting upset?" Henry raises his brow. "That's just how things were for me."

William covers his face and gives a muffled yell. "I'm going back to my office." And he sinks out of view.

Henry blinks. "Dunno why that got him so upset. Anyway, did that answer your question?"

Micheal pauses for a moment. "I think I have more questions than answers." He takes a bite of his grilled cheese.

Charlie gives a look of I rather be anywhere but here mixed with how does this make sense.

.......

"We're back, and we got burgers for everyone." Evan hums, opening the door. He pauses, spotting Charlie. "Huh, why the weird face?"

Charlie is lying on the couch covering her face. Micheal is next to her, playing a game of chess with Henry. "Welcome back." She sighs.

Elizabeth moves past Evan. "Uh, hello?"

Henry looks over. His eye looks bad, but he seems fine. "Ah, Charlie just asked a question, and she wasn't expecting my answer."

Charlie huffs. "Well, I asked about how you met Uncle William. I didn't want to hear how sick you got afterward."

"To be fair, we were out in a rain for a while." Henry chuckles. "We both forgot orientation was pushed back."

Elizabeth pauses. "Right...."

"Checkmate." Micheal hums leaning back. "You're not very good at this."

Henry sighs, crossing his arms. "I've been practicing. Anyway, did you two have a good time at work?"

"Probably not as interesting as whatever happened here." Elizabeth shrugs. "Anyway, what we missed?"

Charlie sighs, sitting up. "It wasn't much."

"Father is still in his office since lunch." Micheal hums cleaning up the chess set.

Evan puts the bag of food down on the coffee table. "Oh, why's that?"

Henry chuckles. "He didn't like the story of how I met and married Margaret."

Evan goes to ask why, but stops when Charlie and Micheal both give him a look. "Right, so how did you get a black eye?"

"Yeah, you ok?" Elizabeth asks, sitting next to Charlie.

"Oh, this is nothing. I just dropped a wrench on my face. I'm perfectly fine." Henry smiles. "Thank you for bringing home food."

"Right.... so where's Jeremy?" Evan hums, sitting next to Henry opening the bag to pull out a burger.

"Babysitting his neice and nephew so his sister can catch up on sleep." Micheal smiles. "He'll be back tomorrow."

"Aww, I wanted to talk to him about his scar." Evan sighs. "Oh well, I can ask later."

Charlie leans over to Elizabeth. "We can talk after dinner."

Elizabeth raises her brow but nods. "So, was today a nice day?"

"No." Micheal huffs. "Charlie needs to learn how to knock."

"I already apologized." Charlie huffs, grabbing a burger. "Besides, I already repaired the door."

"She broke your door too?" Evan blinks. "Charlie, you have to control your strength."

Charlie gets a red face from embarrassment. "Gah, you guys need to stop."

Henry chuckles. "Don't worry darling, I've done it a few times too."

"That doesn't make me feel better it means it's genetic." Charlie huffs.

Henry chuckles. "I don't think that's how genetics work."

.....

Evan and Elizabeth sat on Micheal's bed while Micheal was lying down his tendrils splayed out, and his tail was moving back and forth. Charlie was leaning against the wall.

"So what's so important that you couldn't say it in front of Uncle Henry?" Evan asks, looking over to Micheal.

"He was a fucking slut." Micheal groans.

"Micheal!" Charlie covers her face. "Don't say that.... even though it's true."

Elizabeth snickers. "What do you mean by that?"

"He thought Margaret was a friend with benefits until she proposed, meaning he has done it often enough that it was normal for him." Micheal sits up. "I mean fucking shit I did not need to know that information."

"Please tell me you're joking." Evan pleads.

Charlie sighs. "He isn't."

Elizabeth pauses, then starts cackling. "Fucking seriously, how the fuck did you even get to that conversation?"

"I'm glad you find this amusing." Charlie huffs. "I asked Micheal for help to get my father and yours together."

"Wait, they aren't together?" Evan blinks, staring at Charlie.

"They are not." Micheal sighs.

"How?" Evan just looks lost.

Elizabeth sighs. "I agree with Evan. They are sharing a body."

"You would fucking think." Micheal throws his hands up. "Uncle Henry doesn't even understand that our father refers to him as a cowboy."

"Now you're just fucking with me." Elizabeth frowns. "Please be fucking with me."

"We are not." Charlie huffs. "Aunt Jen warned me, but I thought she was exaggerating. She was not."

"So following the logic, Uncle Henry needed a push, or Father did. I asked him about how he fell in love with Margaret." Micheal sighs. "It well.... fuck I don't know. It went as well as a house fire."

Evan frowns. "I'm glad I missed that." He sighs. "That's so weird."

"Weird is an understatement." Elizabeth crosses her arms. "So what's next?"

"I don't fucking know." Charlie huffs. "I'm half tempted to go through with Jeremy's plan, and he gave my father erotica."

"Oh, so that's why those books didn't have covers." Evan makes a face. "At least it wasn't video."

"That doesn't make this any better." Charlie sighs.

......

Henry knocked and waited for the ok to open the door. "What are you four doing in here?"

"Witchcraft." Elizabeth responds monotone.

"Lizzie!" Evan huffs. "We're catching up, Uncle Henry."

Henry smiles. "Do you guys want to watch a movie, or are you too busy catching up."

Micheal stretches. "I can do a movie."

Charlie smiles. "Sounds fun, dad."

Elizabeth nods. "I'll make some popcorn."

"Ooo, can I help pick out a movie?" Evan gets up and cheers when Henry nods. "Yes, great."

"If it's a documentary, I'm throwing the TV out the window." Elizabeth huffs making her way to the kitchen.

"I don't mind documentaries, but I'm fine with whatever." Charlie hums. It will be nice to shut her brain off and watch a movie.

Micheal scratches his stomach. "I'm down for anything, Jeremy isn't here to make his side comments." He heads down to the living room, making himself comfortable on the couch.

Henry follows him out and to the couch with Evan in tow. "Now, what do you want to watch?" He was trying to put off sleeping he had a bad feeling that when he sees William, something night goes wrong. He never wants to hurt his friend, and his his expression before he can't get it out of his head, and it made his chest hurt. He never wanted to hurt William, but he just told the truth.

"I already have one in mind." Evan smiles scrolling through the various movies.

"That's good to hear." Henry smiles again.

....

The movie was over way too fast for Henry's liking, and his daughter pushed him to head to bed. He couldn't exactly get out of not sleeping. He didn't want to upset William again. Why was he feeling this way? He had no idea how to fix this. He felt nervous and intimidated, but there wasn't anything to be scared of. He sighs, putting on pajamas. He was going to have to sleep. He could just stay in his mind he didn't have to see William. That thought made him upset, and he didn't understand why he felt like that. He laid down in his bed, pulling up the covers, and he took a breath, shutting his eyes.

Henry opened his eyes. His mind was a mess of cracks in the floors and walls. He didn't mind it was a reflection of how he felt at the moment. He was uncomfortable, and he didn't even want to last out he just wanted to feel normal again. He nearly trips over a bed as it appears in front of him. He sighs in frustration, walking around it. Maybe he could just wonder till his alarm woke him up. It's not like William will find him.

......

William knew Henry was asleep. He always knew when he fell asleep. There was always a tug telling him he had free range to take control and didn't have to push Henry away. He never took advantage of it, but the option was there. He had to find him. He was done dancing around this issue, and if it goes wrong, then so be it he can just lock himself in his mind for however long Henry lives and never talk to him again.

William takes a breath and leaves his office. This was going to be a challenge. He didn't have the spider parts Henry had, so these obstacles won't be easy to get through. He did have a nagging sense of worry for his friend since his mind was like this. He barely jumps over a crack in the floor and huffs. "You're going to hear me regardless, Henry, and I'm going to find you to just get this over with. It's been over 50 fucking years and I'll finally tell you." He sighs.

If Henry rejected him, it would be well deserved. He didn't exactly deserve to be loved, let alone be happy after everything. He just couldn't let these feelings fester anymore. He knew what it was doing to Henry's body, and he didn't want to hurt his friend again. That's the last thing he desired to do.

William falls as the ground shakes. "What the bloody...." it stops suddenly, and he realizes he's in a completely different area. It's an area he does not recognize in the slightest. Now he's lost, and even more concerned. Just what was Henry doing?

The area he was dropped in seemed to be more stable in the sense that it looked forced to be proper. It was a bit jarring for him like this place seemed to be a bubble. He quietly made his way forward as if he made too much noise something would come undone.

William looked around. The area seemed familiar, but he couldn't place why. It reminded him of their old apartment but also their first workshop, but everything seemed off like something was wrong, and he couldn't place it.

Making his way deeper, he could spot a figure. That had to be Henry. There was nobody else here. He rushed over as fast as he could, grabbing the shorter man. He didn't even wait for a response as he pulled the man forward, locking their lips. He didn't have the words to say, and maybe his actions would be enough.

CRACK

The room shattered like glass, and they were falling. William braced for an impact that never came he was being held in place by string arms. He could see Henry's spider legs splayed out, stopping them from walling into an abyss.

"Why?" A deep southern voice breaks the silence. He sounded nervous and had fear laced in the tone.

William stares up at Henry, their faces close. He could see the familiar amber eye along with a black one he has grown accustomed to. He swallows, trying to get back his voice to say what he had to. "I don't deserve this. I wanted this for so long, and now that I'm here, I don't deserve any of this. Ever since we've met, I knew you were the person for me, and I would have been happy with just being friends, but my emotions changed faster than I could keep up with. Then the arranged marriage and I knew I never had a chance." He takes a breath. "I've done so many bad things, Henry. I've hurt this who couldn't protect themselves, I let myself be used, and I ran like a coward to my death." He looks away from Henry. "I took the most precious things from you, and I'm still asking for something selfish."

Henry can feel something wet drip down his cheeks. "William, I don't understand emotions, nor do I really try to understand myself. I wasn't ever taught how to figure myself out. Men aren't supposed to be allowed to feel things, and I had to develop a tough skin to deal with everything early on. I don't understand why my chest is tight when you aren't by my side, I don't understand why I crave your touch only. I don't understand why I feel so normal around you. I've been alone a very long time, and now I can't imagine myself in that position anymore. I don't understand why I feel so possessive over you. You're your own person, and you aren't a thing, yet I feel as if you're mine." He sighs, not realizing his legs are slowly sinking down. "I'm really not good at this, but..." He closes the gap between them with another kiss and they both fall into the inky black.

....

William gave a soft groan after the fall. Opening his eyes and looking around, he knew where they were, and he didn't think it was possible to come here while Henry was asleep. At least where they landed was soft. He did really like nest. He shakes his head and looks over to see Henry, who is getting up and cracking his back.

Henry sighs. It's been a long time since he's been down here. He didn't mean to drag them both down here. He just lost his grip against the wall. He takes a breath, walking over to William, who was lying down. "I'm sorry I lost focus."

William looked away, crossing his arms. "I don't mind. This place is pretty soft." He doesn't want to admit he isn't able to stand on the nest due to it being so soft. "I should be apologizing. I shouldn't have just kissed you like that. I get it if you want me to head back to my office from now on."

Henry leaned down, pulling William up and letting the taller man hold onto him to keep standing. "That's enough of that, William. I told you. Well, more like kissing you myself, but still, I guess we're in this together." He looks away. "You're going to have to help me, I've never felt this before, not even with Margaret. I don't exactly know how or what to do.

William makes a noise of surprise as Henry helps him to his feet. "Henry?"

"I'm not going to leave you here." Henry smiles and rubs the back of his neck. "I made this place after Charlie died. I keep things I would rather not revisit here or emotions I don't know how to process." He sighs, pulling William close. "I can't ask you to help me sort through this, but I can ask for you to be patient with me. I don't know what I'm doing."

William nods. He can feel his face heat up as he falls into Henry. "S-sorry, I can't seem to get my footing right here."

Henry hums picking up William bridal style. "Don't worry, I can teach you." He feels a blush creep up on his own face staring at William, and instead of doing what he has grown used to in pushing the emotion away, he embraces it and leans in for another kiss.

William wraps his arms around Henry's neck, not wanting the kiss to end. This felt like a dream, and he really didn't want it to end. He knew good things never lasted and that this was probably a fluke. He sighs, not letting go. "I think we should find a way out of here."

Henry didn't really want to leave he felt safe and comfortable in the one place he locked everything away. They were probably far away from his mind, and William was probably uncomfortable with that. His face lit up again as William rubbed his face against his beard.

"I rather be in a place I'm able to stand." William sighs hot breath on Henry's neck. Embarrassment laced his tone. "I can't actually stand in your nest."

Henry laughed. He laughed like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders. Maybe he should stop assuming things of his friend. "Alright, hold on tight. I'm going climb up to the surface."

"W-wait, we just fell from there." William stutters gripping Henry tighter. "I rather not fall again."

"If we do, you'll land on me." Henry jumps up spider legs catching on the wall as he climbs up higher away from the dark. "You don't have to keep your eyes closed, I got you."

William opens his eyes and watches as Henry carries him higher to a familiar home setting as the ground closes behind them once they reach the top. He stumbles finally on stable ground. He crosses his arms, looking around. Everything looks fine, and the cracks are gone. "Thank you."

Henry shakes his head, finally returning to his feet. "Would you like me to walk you to your office?"

"I think I would like that very much." William smiles like a lovestruck fool grabbing Henry's hand. "For this armor, your hand is still warn."

"Armor? It reminds me of snake skin and an exoskeleton mixed together." Henry pauses. "I miss my calloused hands."

"I don't." William smiles, locking his fingers in Henry's claws. "I rather have you when you aren't hiding."

Henry swallows he can feel a flutter in his chest. "I suppose I can get used to that."

[kroganloveinterest]

spider/calamity sleepytime questions as requested, from this prompt ask thing

Who is a night owl: I'm interpreting "night owl" loosely and more of a "who is more likely to fight their sleep" because honestly I can see either one of them kind of having weird sleep schedules at some point, depending. Calamity simply because of being a Lightbearer and needing less sleep than the average person to begin with, and I feel like Spider would ruin a sleep schedule for a pressing business matter if needed (regardless that he'd be cranky as hell if it is indeed past his bedtime).

I'd say Calamity is technically more of the night owl between them, then.

(the rest of the questions are under the cut)

Who is a morning person: Again, I'm loosely interpreting this as "who has an easier time waking up" which I feel like I also have to give to Calamity by default. Whether it's because of an obligation or simply the fact they don't need much sleep to begin with. I'll also echo that Spider would definitely wake up early for a pressing business matter, however I can definitely see him being the crankier one out of them so.

Are they cuddlers: With each other? Not really for a long while, actually. The relationship begins as a simple casual FWB-ish situationship with horny quickies, and neither are really comfortable with the idea of sticking around post-orgasm really. Especially Spider.

In the endgame stages, I would still say they aren't particularly cuddly. Both of them like their own space, Calamity even moreso. However, obviously they are not immune to Calamity occupying Spider's lap or sitting close next to Spider with the latter's arm around him or a lower arm getting handsy under the table.

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: I think Spider HAS to be the big spoon by default, they definitely hardly do any legitimate cuddling, but I'm sure even Spider's not immune to the desire to cozy up with a personal Solar Titan heater. (in the later stages of their relationship)

What is their favourite sleeping position: In their own personal spaces if they're sharing Spider's nest. Calamity probably typically has his back towards Spider because he sleeps more comfortably when facing away from someone (with exceptions sometimes, naturally). I personally see Spider sleeping on his back with his upper body kinda elevated for the most part, but there's more than a few times he'll end up on his side and maybe slightly curled around his Solar Titan heater as much as he can. Rare occurrence, though.

Who steals all the blankets: Neither of them. If they go to sleep directly after fucking, I think all the blankets are all bunched up underneath them or halfway hanging off the bed anyway. Calamity is a Solar Titan, so by default his frame runs a bit warmer anyway. If anything, Spider will maybe have a light blanket over his legs, similar to when when he has one while sitting on his throne. Maybe there's a few times he pulls it up to cover his upper body though, depending on the room temperature (or a rare time he simply wants the comfort of it).

What they wear to bed: Not to make it sound like they only ever go to bed to have sex and then sleep, I'd say a good chunk of their nights sleeping is with nothing at all when they're sleeping together. But Calamity does also have the usual casual loose fitting shorts, shirt/tank combo to sleep in as well.

And not gonna lie, I want to believe Spider actually does possess some of the most fancy looking (and cunty) robes to sleep in, even if all they do is sit somewhere in his collection.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Obviously I can't give a literal answer, BUT I will say that seeing his own ensignia on Calamity (I'm talking about just on Calamity's mark or his armor) definitely can drive Spider wild on its own. It feeds into his ego, for one, and having Calamity sensually drop that mark on themself OR looping it around Spider's neck to pull him closer would absolutely rile Spider up so good.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Spider, probably. Naturally since he's the one who needs more sleep on a biological level, but also it'd be more of "well, I'm tired, goodnight" even if they were literally in the middle of conversing because he's tired and not about to stay up for the sake of conversation.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Calamity is more likely to and it probably happens to them more often, but I'd say Spider definitely will have a time here and there that he does too.

With Calamity, it also takes quite a long while until he's comfortable simply letting Spider know he did or that he's struggling to go back to sleep. For a long time, he'll just talk to Cola about it and shrug it off in the middle of the night if it stirs Spider awake. Spider will obviously be aware of it happening too, but obviously he is one guy who knows better than to ask or pry, also honestly for the earlier stages of their relationship he isn't particularly keen on providing any sort of comfort/support for that.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Neither of them are big movers in their sleep, but Calamity has probably smacked against Spider on more than one occasion and obviously it's more likely to wake up the latter since he's an Exo after all. I'd say that during one of the rare times Spider is laid on his side and curled around him that Calamity's also accidentally smacked his jaw with the back of his head.

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Spider, easily. 9 times out of 10 it'll be him initiating, regardless if it leads to sex or not. As time goes on and he genuinely grows closer to Calamity, he tends to have a slight affinity for "petting"/stroking/caressing/etc. Calamity even while he's occupied with something else.

[pattxnsanders]

"When... when I was really little, when I was only... 4 or 5, think? I fell into a nest of spiders in the crawlspace under my house. It took hours for someone to notice my screams for help, and Logan only found me cause he was coming home from school and I happened to scream. I got really sick from the bug bites... So yeah, I'm scared." He then sighs. "You joke weird. And it can get a little mean sometimes. I know you don't mean it, but it's true..."

Patton tries not to flinch before the wolf shields him. He blinks. "I'm fine. He's the one that's hurting, poor thing. I can't imagine being stuck here alone as the world crumbles around him..." He gently motions for Janus to sit with him. "Let's try to not be too threatening."

He then looks at the child, a soft yet sad smile on his face. "We'll stay right here, as long as you promise not to throw anything else, okay? We can do a trade." He then sighs softly at the questions. "We thought this house was completely abandoned, and we were planning on looking for things to help us out. It's very scary outside, and had we known you were in here, we would've left you be. If you want, at least. I know it can get lonely when no one visits you..."

All it took was one night. One night for all of humanity to fall.

And for supernatural creatures to rule over earth.

Course, it didn't really happen overnight. It was careful planning between all supernatural creatures over the course of many years. They had to group together in their bitterness of being forced into the darkness for them to attack.

But, now they are on top of the food chain.

And humans are hunted for their meat...or to be made as pets.

One such hunting group is now on the prowl in a forgotten huge mall. In this hunting group is a werewolf named Janus. He didn't want to be here. He didn't like hunting for humans like this. He didn't even like hunting for humans. But he is forced to by his alpha. And it's either follow what his alpha says...or get banished from the pack. Janus knows that he won't be able to survive by himself, even if he could hunt for humans. He can't take down any humans by himself. He needs help. And it's hard even hunting for other types of food by himself-

Janus paused when he heard a faint footstep in one of the backroom offices. His ears rose tall as he hesitantly stepped into the office hallways.

"hello? I don't mean any harm... Listen, if you work with me I can help you out of here... But you need to work with me."

Patton had always been reckless. His older brother Logan reminded him of it enough, as did all his other friends and family. But he'd been good so far, after the Collapse. Logan kept him close, and they found a small group of survivors who'd been like family to them. They worked together, built a small civilization, had a home for once. And Patton was content.

And then Logan was left to die somewhere else, and Patton had... overreacted. He sold them out, recklessly, which bought him some fortune with the group of wolves he'd fed, but left him alone and hiding in fear for his life.

He hadn't expected the wolves to follow him with cooing voices, expecting him to stay with them as their pet and bait. He hadn't expected them to trap him in the mall with no food, water, or chance of escape. He hadn't expected them to turn his hiding spot into a temporary nest.

And now? He was starving, and tired, and only alive cause of adrenaline and the idea that the wolves would find a way to drag him back once they found his body. He wanted out, he wanted free, he wanted to finally see Logan again...

He was wandering in the offices when he heard the voice, having been reckless from starvation. He knew of a small stash of safe food some other poor soul had left, but it was so far from his tiny vent of safety that he hadn't bothered. But he thought it would be safe, cause they'd checked so recently. And now, he's trapped, silent and shaking and praying to a god who never existed in the first place that the wolf would go away long enough to hide in his little hole again.

[choccyhearts]

New Friend // Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: I've been thinking about hamsters a lot and also, what if you were living with Eddie and Wayne and you've been begging them to get a pet?

CW: Fluff ^_^, g/n!reader, Eddie being a hamster dad

Summary: You want a new pet and Wayne and Eddie finally agree to let you get one

♡

"Puhleeeeeeease, Teddy Bear?", you pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes. Your boyfriend continued making his breakfast, swerving around you and avoiding your stare.

You had been begging for a pet since you began living with the two men. Eddie had a good argument -- "We can barely feed three mouths, how can we feed four? And we have no room!" But all you heard was, "No fun allowed, you aren't allowed to be happy."

"I'll take care of it, and I'll clean everything and feed them, and water them, and I'll use my moneyyy", you whined.

"Stop whining", he mutters. "Or I'll give you something to whine about."

"Pleaseeee", you grab ahold of his arm and shake him back and forth, risking him dropping his cereal.

"Baby, let go! I'm gonna spill all over the carpet and Wayne's gonna get pissed!"

"Hmph!" You let go and turn your back to him.

"Awh", he clicks his tongue. "Don't act like that just cause you can't get your way." He kisses your shoulder. "Anyways, doesn't matter what I think, it's Wayne's trailer."

You sigh and slug over to the couch, flopping on to it. Eddie sits down on the floor and begins to feed you his cereal. As you're sulking, the door opens.

"Wayne!"

"Oh God", Eddie shakes his head.

"Wayne, can I get a pet, pleasseee. I'll do everything myself! I'll use my own money!"

Wayne walks into the kitchen as you plead your case.

"No, tell them that there's already too many people in this trailer", Eddie's voice is muffled by his moutful of cereal.

"Uh, a doggie or kitty isn't a person, Eds, duh."

"Listen, I don't care, long as it doesn't piss on the floor, rummage through the fridge, or get up to any debauchery", Wayne comes back out of the kitchen holding a mug of coffee. "Got enough of that here already."

"Really?", you gasp. Wayne nods and scoots you over so he can sit. The moment of silence is broken by your shrill screech, "EEEE!!! Thank you!!"

Both men brace themselves as you leave to yours and Eddie's room. In a couple of minutes you emerge wearing your shoes and coat.

"Where you goin'?", Eddie asks.

"Going to go get my pet."

"Now?"

"Yes, I want to have them here as soon as possible", you say determined.

"What're you gonna get?"

"Hmm, not sure. I'll see when I get there and see what speaks to me." You open the door and step out.

"Just get one!"

"No spiders!"

♡♡♡

You arrive back home with your new friend and all of their equipment. You weren't sure what to get when you were at the store. Everything was so cute and fluffy and you wanted all of them.

You picked a little black teddy bear hamster because, "It's like my Teddy Bear."

Both men are gone and you cheer internally. Now you can have everything set up for them to be surprised.

You spend the afternoon building the hamster's cage. Your cage is a glass and wood one with wheels. You set up the inside with the goodies you bought.

A large exercise wheel, tunnels, chew toys, a sand bath, water bottle, etc. You place your friend in the cage, pressing your face against the glass.

"Do you like it, buddy?"

The hamster sniffs the air, looking around. It's tiny body moves up and down fast as it breathes.

"Eee, yay", you say softer than you had previously in the day.

After half an hour you hear the rattle of Eddie's van pull up.

"Ooh! That must be Eddie! You'll like him, he's reay sweet when you get to know him, promise! He's gonna be like your daddy!", you smile at the rodent who continues building it's nest.

You quickly make your way to the door, blocking Eddie's path.

"Hi, Eddie", you smile brightly.

"Hi, baby", he says suspicious of you. "Can I get through?"

"Yes", you nod. "But first prepare yourself to meet the newest addition to the Munson family."

He chuckles, "It's just an animal, not a baby." He pauses. "Right? You didn't go steal a baby?"

"Nope! But you're still a new father!" You take his hand and drag him inside. "Taadaa!"

You gesture to the hamster cage. He turns his head and raises a brow.

"What is it?"

"A hamster!" Eddie looks at your happy face, his heart softening. He leans down and peppers your face in kisses. "Come on, come look!"

You kneel down on the floor, him doing the same. You point at the little black ball of fur. The hamster is sleeping, curled up in a corner.

"Awh, he's a cute one, baby." You nod. "He got a name?"

"Not yet, I've been thinking all day." You set your head on his shoulder.

As you two watch the hamster, another vehicle pulls up. Wayne notices that you're home and as he opens the door, he braces himself to be tackled by whatever fur-devil you brought home.

"Hi, Wayne!"

"Where's your lil pet?"

You point to where the hamster is sleeping.

"You got a rat?"

"Noooo, a hamster." Eddie pulls you on to his lap so Wayne can get a look inside the cage.

"Where is it?" You point again. "Cute. Got a name?" You shrug.

"By the way, how'd you get this thing in here?", Eddie asks.

"Through the door", you tease.

"You little shit", Eddie nuzzles his face into your neck.

"I had to build the cage, it came in a big box."

"You built this?"

"Mhm."

"Why's it gotta be so big?", Wayne asks.

"So he won't get bored."

"Bored? He's just a hamster. Don't they spin on those things?"

"Yeah, but he'll want more to do. I want him to have the best life while he's here. Plus, wouldn't you get tired of running in circles?"

"I 'spose so, but they got little brains, they don't know."

"So does Eddie, but we still keep him entertained", you giggle and Wayne chuckles.

"Hey!", Eddie gives a strong pat to your bottom. You giggle and kiss his nose.

"So, a name?"

"Uhh..."

"Whiskers?", Wayne suggests.

"Hams Solo", Eddie chuckles.

"Sir Hamilton Munson the Second."

Both men look at you quizzically.

"Who's the first?", Eddie asks. You shurg.

Sir Hamilton wakes up, yawning. The three of you spend the evening watching the hamster run around doing it's hamster activities.

Quick Headcanons:

Eddie definitely sits next to the cage and announces, "Hey, my favorite show is on!", when Sir Hamilton is awake.

He was a little scared of holding the hamster. Half because he didn't want to hurt the poor creature, half because he didn't want to be bitten.

He helps you decorate the outside of cage for different holidays -- cobwebs and spooky stickers for Halloween, tinsel, lights and a little stocking for Christmas, hand turkeys for Thanksgiving, etc.

He tries to be a little quieter when Sir Hamilton is sleeping.

Feeds him carrots and his treats happily

Says, "I gotta get home to my son" when leaving get-togethers with his friends

Wrote Sir Hamilton into one of his campaigns

"He deserves to be included"

Delivers light kisses to Sir Hamilton when he holds him

Got a little exercise ball for him to roam around the trailer in (note: I know these are bad, but in the 80s these were normal)

Does sometimes help pitch in and clean the cage

Is actually excited to come home and see the little fluffball -- he's such a softie for animals <3

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

DJMM trying to hide his s/o from Vanny and panicking because he could accidentally hurt them if he tried to hide them under his hand(s), his hat's to small to keep them hidden, being behind the booth can only do so much and he doesn't have enough time to go into his tunnels so he just… panic noms

So one of my ideas for DJMM is that he makes little beeping noises along with other mechanical noises with different tones to communicate, kinda like Bumble Bee in Transformers. His S/O will be very accustomed to their meanings after a while. Anyway I hope you enjoy this💕

DJMM x S/O! Reader (⚠Safe Vore)

Word Count: 728

Warnings: ⚠Soft Vore⚠, Mentions of killing reader because Vanny, slight fear

Fandom: FNAF Security Breach

Pairings: DJMM x Reader

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You met DJMM when you started hanging out with Freddy and the gang after hours, the night shift got pretty boring after all. At first the giant, spider-like animatronic absolutely terrified you, honestly who wouldn't be afraid of something like that. After joining Freddy for a bit of dancing every few nights however, you began to develop feelings for the quiet DJ.

Now here you were, a few months after you'd first met, dating the animatronic you once feared. He's gentle, kind and gives the best cuddles. Your favorite time of the night is when you simply get to go into the holes in the walls with him and cuddle up in his nest. He kept pillows and plushies of all shapes and sizes in there so you would always feel safe and comfortable. After all, the spider boi wanted nothing more than to protect his little butterfly.

So when the whole fiasco with Vanny began you can bet your life that he was panicking over you. You'd been going all over the pizza plex trying to help find a certain naughty little kid, that is…..until you started seeing someone in a bunny suit with a knife running around. This had just turned into an incredibly dangerous situation and when the bunny locked eyes with you your heart sank. There was only one safe place to go now. Running as fast as your legs would take you, you make your way to the Fazcade and the main animatronic you trust to help you.

As you burst through the doors and run up to DJMM his black eyes widen. What could be causing you to react this way? He doesn't have to question your reaction for long because soon enough a certain skipping murderous bunny makes her way in. MM looks around the room, trying frantically to find some way to hide you from this person who clearly had malicious intentions. The lights glinting off of the knife in her hand told him that. Unable to think of anywhere else to hide you and more or less having a panic attack the DJ picks you up in his gloved hand, carefully putting you past his rows of teeth that are always visible.

At first you have no idea what's happening, you just kind of end up in an odd dark place the color of MM's eyes. Then you're pushed down a type like structure of the same color until you fall into a soft and rather large and hollow space. It's not until the walls start to glow with a swirling purple light that you're able to stop and actually think about what just happened. The last thing you saw was what looked like MM's teeth closing back into place. That's around when the reality of your situation hit you. He had literally swallowed you. You'd come to him for help and for some reason this is what he thought of. You sit frozen in place for a moment before you hear him make a few noises, they're usually the ones he makes when he's concerned about you.

"You ate me! What made you think this was a good idea?" You say, terrified while also being a bit annoyed at your significant other. Your question is answered with a few more concerned boops and beeps. You can't help but sigh, looking up at what you guess must be the entrance to his esophagus. That must have been the tube you fell down. As you look around the glowing cavern you notice just how soft and warm your surroundings were. Despite your fear you had to convince yourself he hadn't done this to harm you. "You're not going to hurt me…..right?" You ask, needing some type of confirmation. MM makes a sad beeping sound and then a slight, almost purr like sound that he usually does to comfort you. That was as close to a no as you're going to get from the silent DJ. After all, he wasn't programmed to speak.

Putting a hand on what you assumed was the stomach wall you try your best to calm down. The silk like texture that moves and dips under your hand makes this all the more real to you.

"Just…..remember to let me out when it's safe." Your request is met with a few more gentle beeps.

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[forbidding-souda]

⚠️ Arachnids ⚠️ Hey hey could I maybe pls request Gonta with a gentle & soft spoken Drider s/o ? ( And if it's ok can their spood half be based on one of these tarantulas. ) ✭ Gooty Sapphire Tarantula, Brazilian jewel tarantula or Antilles pinktoe tarantula. ✭ Ps - Feel free to delete this request if your not comfortable with it. - 🐺

Gonta Gokuhara with a drider S/O

i'm going to google these tarantula's and hope for the best. LOL i'm not too grossed out by spiders unless i see one irl then the spider solos.

i used to have a drider oc and she was the embodiment of the war guy death. wtf are they called /wmsfdnew.dskmnf pestilence death famine and war - horsemen omg yeah the horsemen men yes. drider lady big boobah.

you got me googling so many things about spider palease

currently listening: i just can't be happy today by the damned

-Mod Souda

❤ Your furry body is something he loves to touch. Each of your legs are muscular, with a thick coat of fur overtop, colors of red, purple, and grey. He finds it absolutely marvelous.

❤ He has to keep up with your sleeping cycle. You don't close your eyes for 8 hours like everyone else. Instead, you'll just randomly fold your legs and rest your head against the couch. Sometimes, which this quite frankly creeps him out, you'll even sleep with your eyes open.

❤ And he has to stop you from trying to eat his specimen.

❤ "These bugs are friends!!" He'll try to say. You just nod, slowly, not taking in a single word he is saying.

❤ But you still eat human food - sometimes you'll spray your webs at a steak just to be able to maintain it for later. Leftovers.

❤ That being said, you have your own room in the house dedicated to your webs. Most of the time, if you're home alone, you'll spend time eating and sleeping in there.

❤ It's quite boring without him. You can't go outside to look for him. Where does he go during the days? He always comes back with bugs - new friends - to introduce to you. Does he just look for bugs all day?

❤ You wouldn't be surprised.

❤ He certainly found you. In your little nest in the woods, a cave you used to dwell in. And him and his lantern walked right into your world.

❤ When you stand at your full height you can meet him eye to eye.

❤ He visited you every day, finding you in the same cave, and he'd pick webs off of his jacket whenever he crawled through. You never had anyone else in your same... species. He wondered if it was just you. Had you always been alone?

❤ He decided to move you into his house when one day, you used your legs to perform a dance to him. It wasn't for the purpose of mating, but it was the first time he had seen you do anything except sit and talk.

❤ He wanted to learn more about you.

❤ One time, when he walked into your cave, he found you weaving your webs, unaware of his presence. He must have watched you for awhile. The sun was starting to set. Webs all around the trees outside became invisible without the light of the sun. He realized that you must have trapped people, tricked them into walking into them. Do you devour people like him?

❤ But he still couldn't find himself being scared of you. You weren't villainous, you were soft-spoken and wise. Whenever you ran your fingers through his hair, you'd compliment him with a gentle tone. It made him feel special. Like he was in the presence of a deity.

❤ He had only spent the night in your cave once - and that was when it was too dark to walk back. You were nervous to send him off on his own, knowing he could get caught up in your webs, so you let him sleep inside with you. Your furry body covered his own, trying to keep him still even as he slept.

❤ When he woke up, he still had bits of web lodged in his hair and on his skin. You had to use your tongue to lick it off of him, all while apologizes.

❤ It was an overall fun experience for him. He's not new to spider webs, but yours are so unique. They're the stickiest he's ever encountered. They're powerful, not snapping or detaching easily.

❤ You like living inside of a house. Sure, the temperature is very different, hard to adapt to, but you have all the space to walk around without having to worry about being seen.

❤ Plus, with all the windows, you can watch food people walking outside, living their every day lives. It's so fascinating.