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iid-smile · 2 months ago

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#08 ୨ৎ ⸝⸝ @meidiary ⋆

i think im in luv with u... 😪 mei is a 10/10 guys!! certified cutie ☺️ idk who i was expecting you to pick, but inumaki 😆😆 one of my favs fr! and i was so excited to do 23 for some reason... you're the first one to request it 👏 all of them are headcanons 🙂‍↕️ (tumblr keeps not saving what i put down its stressing me out!!!)

#18 🍓 | protecting you

im sorry, but inumaki can be such a scaredy cat sometimes...

he'd be afraid, but still step up and get in between you and whatever is the threat

doesn't consider his own safety and wellbeing in the process either... he always puts others first, and a little bit of throat pain is much better than you getting hurt

100% mans up against insects because you hate them

gets intimated when he's up against a muscular 6ft guy, but has a eureka moment and uses his cursed speech. easy win

theres also other things he'd protect you from too, like pulling you away from hot oil and flames if you're cooking together. he's got spidey senses (according to him)

the cold is also something he'd protect you from. always makes sure you have a warm coat, scarf, gloves, and everything. i think inumaki really likes earmuffs too, because then he can whisper about how much he loves you and you wouldn't hear a thing

#20 🍦 | love language

physical touch + quality time

a mixture of both

the two of you could lay around for hours, and he'd just listen to you talk as you both cuddle. when you're both into a particular show or series, snuggling in bed when you're both supposed to be sleeping hits different

if you're on public transport or aimlessly walking around, he'll hold your hand, but it's more like he's holding it from behind rather than actual handholding.

silence with him is always comfortable, and you completely tune out from the rest of the world whenever you're with him

gift giving

he gifts you snacks a lot. even better if he specifically gets ones with pink packaging

not the best with fashion but he tries for you. he would buy you a turtleneck just like his but a different colour and patterned

not the best with fashion, but he tries. at first, he'd literally buy you any clothes that are pink, and gets so confused when it's not your style. he gets it eventually, don't worry

matching shoes are a must! not the exact same shoe as you, but the same colour

pranks

not really a love language but aha

he loves it too much when he scares you with bugs, especially ones that fly. craneflies are the worst, because they're relatively easy to pick up and hold compared to flies or other flying creatures

he'll grab it by the leg and chase you around with it. sometimes he'll cup his hands together and pretend he has one because he finds it funny

he doesn't do anything with spiders because you're both scared of them

he actually would love it when you prank him back. scaring him from behind by shaking his shoulders is the best way to get him

#23 🍦 | your romance trope / dynamic

friends to lovers / mutual friends

he wouldn't date anybody he doesn't know well

since you're friends with a lot of people, there's no way he hasn't heard about you, and you happened to meet by chance

maybe coincidentally crossing paths and your extroverted self just had to say hello.

as soon as you both realise you have a mutual friend, the friendship blossoms and grows quick

the way he cares for you is so clear to everyone else except for you, but when somebody points it out, you can tell

sunshine x enthusiastic but silent enabler

inumaki is already a silly guy, and he just gets sillier

the conversations you have are always energetic, engaging and exciting, even with the language barrier, so he's pulling out ingredients that nobody's ever heard him say before. essentially, you're the only two that actually can understand

his energy immediately springs up whenever he gets to hang out with you. he can go from 0 to 100 in a split second, and that needs to be studied

he really doesn't mind how much you talk, since he likes to listen

#24 🍦 | when they're jealous

it's hard to see his face when his mouth and eyebrows are both covered, so you're only depending on the eyes. or if he tells you himself

if he wants to get out of a situation to feel more at ease, he'll tug on your sleeve or fingers

"🤬"

that's literally all he sends you over text or shows you on notes, and when you look over at him, it's really obvious that he's upset. (to you, at least)

will have a whole debate with you on why, how and what he's jealous about. small or big, it doesn't matter

when he gets the most jealous is if you're paying too much attention to something else in general

like, if you're sitting a bit too far to each other and you're on your phone, he'd pull you closer so you'd be right by his side, silently asking for you to talk to him a bit

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staytinyville · 1 year ago

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Stay Alive (23)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: smut (MDNI), piv, unprotected sex (we don't do that here), Jungkook is kind of out of it, heat like symptoms,

A/N Yall ready for this??

Walking into your work area and finding your boss speaking with the nurses was not what you were expecting. You felt your chest tightened, being reminded what it was this man was doing to all those people underground. You knew he left you unsettled for a reason. You had no reason not to trust your gut instinct. And now that the boys made everything come to light you knew why that was.

You still tried your best to give a smile though, forcing your lips to pull up. The other nurses were chatting just fine with him, which made you wonder if they too knew what he was doing. You realized they did if one of the nurses knew about Yoongi’s eating habits. Were you the only one who didn’t know about the whole thing?

“Ah, good morning, (Y/N).” Hanseol smiled at you.

“Sir.” You greeted, bowing your head.

“How was your commute?” He asked you, walking over to your desk.

You breathed deeply, not wanting to meet the man in the eye. The hair’s on your arm seemed to have raised, causing you to frown at the obvious fear. You didn’t want to show it and you hoped no one noticed it.

“It was fine.” You nodded at him. “Public transport at morning rush hour, as you can imagine.”

“Oh yes.” Hanseol grinned. I” could never ride on a public bus. No, thank you.” He scoffed lightly, causing those around you to laugh.

You smiled, adding in a light laugh. You noticed how he seemed to keep his eyes on you, not moving from your area. “What brings you to the office?” You asked him politely.

“I've come to speak to you.” He smiled like he had been waiting for you to say something. “Do you mind if I walk with you?” He placed his hands behind his back

You cleared your throat, gathering all the papers you need for Namjoon and Jungkook. “Not at all.” You told him.

You really were trying your best not to give him a reason to suspect him. Hopefully he was thinking of something else when he came to see you. This was the fourth time you’ve seen him in the past couple of weeks. All of which he seemed to have called for you. If he was going to fire you, you really hoped it was because of something else and not because you were thinking about breaking the boys out.

He quietly was humming to himself as you took the elevator down, feeling a bit awkward over him standing next to you. He wasn’t a large man. He looked exactly how you would think a villain who had a larger partner would. The man was someone of science, so he looked exactly how you would imagine.

You kept your eyes on the doors, but you could feel his stare on the side of your face. He squinted his eyes at you before making small talk.

“Humans are such fragile things.” He started. “Anything can hurt them.”

You turned to him with your eyebrows pulled together. “I can snap my fingers and you can die in an instant.”

Your eyes went wide. “I'm sorry?” You questioned, breath caught in your throat.

You felt fear seize in your chest, stopping your heart for just a fraction of a second.

“Humans.” He tilted his head to the side. “They are so weak.”

He grew closer to you, quickly taking a hold of your wrist. You gasped trying to pull yourself free. You began to wince as his fingers tightened themselves around your skin, making sure to leave marks.

“You're human, (Y/N). Right?” He asked himself, trying to get you to look into his eyes.

“You're hurting me.” You whimpered, pulling at your hand again.

“Exactly.” He scoffed. “That's the point.”

He raised up his other hand, sticking his pointer finger out as his nail seemed to grow into a sharp point. The elevator had stopped at that point, opening up to the lobby of the facility. However he kept you in the lift, his hold tight.

“A little knick here and you will bleed to death.” He spoke, dragging his nail lightly down your arm in a vertical line. “But I won't do that to you.”

He quickly pulled back, not before giving the inside of your wrist a scratch deep enough to cause blood to drip down. You flinched back, feeling the warm liquid drip. It felt like a slice on a knife from washing dishes. Essentially the pain went away the moment he pulled back. It wasn’t even half an inch long, but it was enough to cause a wound.

“You're too precious to those boys.” He dragged the pointed finger down your cheek, causing you to sob silently.

“You won't do anything to jeopardize your job will you? No, of course you won't.” He tutted. With a harsh tug of your cheeks, he made you look into his red eyes. “You're a hard worker, (Y/N). Thank you for what you do here.”

Your shoulders suddenly dropped as everything from your body slipped away. Your mind went blank and you were left an empty shell. However you quickly came back, frowning when you noticed your boss in front of you. You hadn’t remembered what it was you were doing with him but once again you were unsettled.

“Of course.” You answered him. “You're welcome.”

“Run along now.” He patted your shoulder, stepping out the elevator. “You're gonna want to get that fixed up.” He pointed to your arm.

You frowned deeply when you noticed the small on the side of your wrist. You couldn’t remember getting the injury, which left you baffled. “Yeah.” You whispered.

You made your way to Jungkook’s room, rushing to make sure you didn’t spill any of your blood onto the floor. You held your hand over the wound, wincing a bit from the pressure but it kept the liquid from dripping and pouring out more.

As you walked into the boy’s room, he was quick to run towards you and take your hand at the smell of blood. He was baffled at the fact that Yoongi hadn’t smelled it the moment you walked past his door.

“(Y/N)! What happened!?” He cried. “Who did this to you?”

“I—I can't remember.” Your bottom lip trembled, feeling like you did the other day when Hobi told you about the spell mark. “I was talking with Doctor Hanseol-”

“How dare he touch you!” Jungkook’s growl startled you, making you flinch. “He probably erased your memory.”

The boy began to hold onto your hand tightly, eyes growing wide at the sight of the bruises forming on your wrist. It only seemed to make him more angrier as he turned away from you to shout and grip at his hair.

“Kook, calm down!” You shouted, rushing towards him as he started to throw things off his bed. You gripped onto his shoulders, turning him towards you. “Hey, look at me.” You grabbed his cheeks with your hands, not caring about the blood staining them.

“Let me heal you.” He spoke softly, breathing returning to normal.

You looked at the small cut. “I can wrap it myself.” You told him.

“No, my saliva.” He shook his head, grabbing your wrist softly for fear of hurting you more. “It has healing properties. It'll close.” He looked at you, waiting for you to tell him it was okay.

He looked at you with the softest of eyes, tears building up in them almost. You sighed, nodding your head. “Okay.”

He held your arm in a gentle manner, wanting to make sure you were comfortable. With a soft touch, he raised your wrist to his lips. His hands touched the blood that was seeping out down your forearm but he didn’t bother with the mess.

Instead, you paid close attention to how he tentatively stuck his tongue out to softly lick at your wound. His warm muscle touching your skin made a shiver go down your back, the cold of his saliva entering your wound. He gave it about three kitten licks, pulling back to watch the wound. You looked over at it, watching as the skin quickly formed and it healed over with a scare.

You pulled your hand closer to you, trying to understand the healing that Jungkook was able to do. As he watched you pay close attention to the new skin, he tilted his head to the side.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

You turned to him, giving him a small smile. “I'm trying to be.” You whispered.

“I'm sorry he did that to you.” He pulled some shirt from the floor, moving to wipe up the blood from your hands and arm.

You gladly took his offering, wiping off what you could. “It's okay, you fixed it.” You told him, holding up your arm.

When you looked up, he still had his eyes fixed on your bruising wrist. You could see how disappointed he was. There was nothing he could do about that because it was an internal wound. You smiled sadly.

As your eyes drifted across his face, you took note of blood you left from your hands. “You have blood on your cheeks.” You spoke, turning the shirt around to be able to wipe at his face.

You grew closer to him, allowing the boy to place his hands on your waist. As you got to cleaning off his cheeks, your eyes kept drifting down to his lips. You noticed him swipe his tongue out, his own eyes drifting over your face.

There was a sudden heat surrounding the both of you. It made you gulp.

Jungkook slowly leaned down, touching his nose with your own. Your lips fell open, breath touching his own. It gave him the courage to connect the two. His lips were soft on yours, and he kissed you with a tender passion.

He didn’t want you to leave his space, so he would try to pull you closer to him. You began to grow hot and not from your own temperature rising. Jungkook was extremely warm, much warmer than he normally was. The heat he radiated made you dizzy but in a good way.

Your hands fell onto his shoulders, fingers twitching to drift under the collar of his shirt. He pulled away from your lips for just a moment, only to take off his shirt. You didn’t get the time to take a look at his body before he quickly pulled you back to him in a searing kiss.

You honestly had no clue what had gotten into the man, but you didn’t know if you wanted it to stop. You pouted as his hands seemed to roam over your scrub pants, down under your bottom and to the back of your thighs. You gasped as he suddenly pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his torso.

He didn’t bother to talk more to you, he only seemed to lay you down onto his bed, hovering over you with loud pants coming out of his mouth.

“Jungkook-” You called, trying to pull him away from your lips.

He kept licking into your mouth, pressing his body over yours. “Jungkook.” You told him more sternly, pulling his head back harshly by his hair.

The boy whimpered loudly, tongue hanging out almost as he continued to huff from the heat. “Jungkook, are you okay?” You asked him, sitting up as you took in the hazy look in his eyes.

Your eyes went wide as you began to worry something was happening to him. You sat up but he only moved closer to you, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you down into his own. You gasped out when his bulge connected with your core, hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

“I don’t–I don’t know what’s going on.” He whimpered, lips skimming over the skin of your neck. “I just–I really need to be inside of you.” His hips rutted into yours, holding you still over the edge of the bed.

“Hey, Jungkook.” You spoke up, pulling him to look at you. You almost began to cry at how tears seemed to well up in his eyes.

“Please.” He cried.

You sighed, dropping your hands down to the bottom of your scrubs. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it; it was just that Jungkook didn’t seem like himself. Not anymore at least. You lifted your shirt over your head, exposing your bra to him.

His tears seemed to stop as his eyes went wide staring at your breasts. You touched his cheeks again, gaining his attention. His eyes were still glossy but he looked at you in wonderment. “Are you okay?” You asked.

He nodded his head slowly, looking back down at the top of your chest. He looked back up at you, waiting for permission. You sighed, dropping down onto the bed to get comfortable. As you did, Jungkook didn’t waste time to attach his mouth to your breasts, taking mouthfuls of skin to suck on them.

He seemed to be in a trance as his body relaxed, allowing his mouth to suckle on your skin. He kept trying to move your bra from around you, but was too shy to actually go all the way. So you moved it for him, unclipping your bra from the back to remove it.

He gasped out as more of you was offered to him, quickly attaching his lips to your nipple. You jumped at the stimulation, having sensitive nipples. The gasp you let out only made him suck harder. The tip of his tongue was running along the hard surface.

While his hips held yours down, his hands moved to your pants fingers slipping under the band. He popped off your breast, pulling back to look at you. He pouted, toying with your scrubs in a way of asking if he could take them off.

You shimmied your hips, allowing them to pull down. He took that as the go ahead and helped you to remove that scrubs. The seamless underwear you wore had a wet spot on them, causing you to blush. Jungkook however didn’t seem to mind as drool began to pool in his mouth.

This time he didn’t bother to look at you for permission. Instead he quickly fell to his knees and stuck his nose into your core.

“Jungkook!” You gasped, sitting up and pushing his head away.

When a growl broke from his chest, you pulled back and shifted on the bed. You looked down at him wide eyed as his own looked up at you sheepishly. He had a grin on his face but he didn’t move from his spot between your thighs.

“Please?” He asked you.

You huffed out, falling back onto the bed. He grinned to himself, moving back to nose at your heat. You moaned out as he seemed to suck over your underwear, trying to close your legs but he was quick to hold them open.

His fingers dug into your thighs, the man making himself comfortable on his knees in front of your core. Once he made your underwear even more wet than originally, he was quick to pull them off you. You weren’t able to see but his pupils grew large as he took in your sweet scent. It was like an aphrodisiac for the wolf.

So like a starved man, he was quick to move open mouth kisses onto your clit and his tongue dragging down to dip into your hole. You gasped out, almost choking on your spit. Your hands flew to his head, pulling at his strands of hair. Jungkook growled as you began to move your hips from how much you were withering. With one arm, he draped it across your hips, stilling your movements with his strong grip.

You continued to moan out, head pulling back as you clawed at his arm to allow you to squirm. But he didn’t let you up, only sucking harshly on your clit face digging harder into your core.

You felt your orgasm approaching, panting even more. “Jungkook-” You cried, wanting to tell him that you were close.

However you hadn’t needed to when he was quick to pull away from you and began to pull his sweats down along with his boxers. You flinched back when he had left your heat, frowning as you suddenly missed his tongue.

He didn’t give you time to dwell on it though as he quickly made his way on top of you. You groaned when you felt his length nudging your thigh. Your hips jerked up, trying to get him to move his cock in the right direction.

“You’re so needy, Tokki.” Jungkook whispered in your ear, licking the shell. You shivered, letting out a breath.

Jungkook moved his hand between you, gripping his length in order to guide him inside of you. Just as you expected he was extremely warm. The warmth from your own core already hot, his only adding to the heat. You were sure that the inside of your thighs were covered in sweat.

When you felt the pop of him pushing all the way in, you let out a moan, back arching into his chest. He growled as he continued to shove himself the rest of the way in, giving you a moment to adjust. As he gave you the time, he began to kiss and lick at the junction between your shoulder and neck, marking that area.

As you began to whine and move your hips along his, he took the movement to start thrusting. Your mouth hung open as moans and gasps fell from your lips. It only seemed to spur Jungkook on as he began to snap his hips faster.

His forehead was dropped on your collarbone, watching as your breasts moved along with you body as he kept slapping his pelvis against your own. He could also see himself disappear into you, which only seemed to pull growls from him.

His fingernails dug into the flesh at your hips, pulling at your skin. He could feel his nails wanting to make an appearance but he kept trying to pull them back to keep from hurting you. What he did instead was bite into your shoulder softly, his lips tightly suctioning themselves into your skin.

Your walls were squeezing him tightly and he was trying hard not to come before you. It was the first time he had experienced something like this with a woman. He’s had relationships with his other coven mates but it was nothing like this. This was different. It was new.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to leave you unsatisfied; the wolf wasn’t going to allow that. So he wanted you to come along with him. He picked up his pace, trying to get you stimulated enough. He even moved a hand down to rub at your clit, having been told what it was by the others.

“Jungkook!” You screamed, your walls throbbing around him.

“Cum for me, Tokki.” He huffed out. “Please.” He begged.

You began to moan louder, huffing as your back arched and your hips seemed to move on their own. “I’m coming.” You cried out, chest pushing up into his.

As your walls tightened around him and your legs clenched up, he allowed himself to quickly pull out stroking his length for a few moments before ultimately finishing on your thighs in a groan.

His seed was hot, and for some reason Jungkook began to shiver as he kept his hands on his cock. He quickly looked down, finding his knot forming causing him to curse. He got up from the bed, moving to the bathroom to get things to clean you up. He picked his underwear up as he went, trying to hide his problem from you.

As he came back, hand still holding his shaft, you looked at him worried. You allowed him to clean you up with one hand but still tried to get him to stop. “Kook, what’s wrong?” You asked, glancing down to his hand.

“It’s a werewolf thing.” He smiled sheepishly. “I just have to be careful with it.”

He handed you one of his shirts, the smell of pine and wood. You pulled it over your body, scooting over in the bed to give him some room. He made himself comfortable on his back, pulling you onto his chest.

“What is it?” You asked.

“It’s–ah–It’s a knot.” You sat up, looking at him as if he was joking.

“Those are actual things?” You asked him.

“Don’t laugh.” He knocked your head over with his fingers.

“I’m not!” You pout. “I just didn’t think the whole werewolf genetics from stories were real. You going to tell me that alphas and omegas are real next?” You giggled.

“You’re laughing at me.” The man pouted.

“No! No.” You giggled, moving up to give his face kisses. “I like my big bad werewolf just the way he is.”

Jungkook began to blush, his teeth showing as his lips pulled up into a grin. Your lips fell onto his, giving him a quick peck which he thoroughly enjoyed. However there seemed to be a problem now.

His bed was not up to par with the comfort he wanted to feel. He needed more blankets.

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foodtruckery · 13 days ago

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Please please please wax poetic about the transformers gf au. Never seen transformers but i think the fact that in a stancest adjacent au ford would be competing with stan’s fucking car for his love is absolutely hilarious

the car has been on more dates with stan than ford ever will 😭 full stop believe ford is dragging stan on the boat to get him away: no roads, no damn car!! he’s the world’s greatest advocate for public transport now!!

anon, this has been fucking KILLING ME since you sent it. it is, of course, my solemn duty as a bitch who saw the first bayverse transformers movie 13 times in theaters (don't come for me) to recommend giving any one of the series or movies or comics a shot!

but holy fuck hahahahaha. ford vs the giant alien robot for stan's affection is so fucking good. cause it's not JUST that stan would clearly be entirely too enamored by his car -- that's just stan, sentient robot component or not. but it's that a) the vehicle is clearly an anomaly and ford has FEELINGS about that. in any other situation, being presented with an opportunity to observe an extraterrestial lifeform like this would be a dream come true! but let's be real here: stan never cared about anomalies the way ford did. the only anomaly stan had EVER really cared about was ford himself. so for stan to suddenly be soooo interested in this one? ford isn't jealous, of course, it just doesn't make logical sense!

and then there's b) the robot has taken ford's place in stan's life. stan would never say it that way, of course, but ford isn't an idiot, he's a genius and he has 12 phd's to prove it. the way stan confides in his damn car, looks to it for reassurance, trusts it to have his back, to keep him safe, to help him out of a bind. he has inside jokes with the damn thing and a nickname and is more comfortable sleeping tucked up on its backseat than inside of ford's house?! those are ford's responsibilities, the gaps that used to be filled with ford's presence and comfort and voice. and he can't even say any of it because the stupid fucking car was there when ford wasn't. and maybe if it hadn't been, stan would have gotten over himself and reached out sooner! before ford got tangled up in all of this.

because OF COURSE, we have c) the fact that stan made contact with an extraterrestrial creature and does not seem to have entered into a bargain that's likely to get him killed the way ford has. stan has companionship with this creature. a companionship that at least appears to be recipriocated. there's no binding clause forcing them to stay together. stan has managed to not only find and befriend an anomaly, the likes of which ford has never seen, but he also seems to have developed a genuine connection with it. it's bad enough that stan was good with PEOPLE in a way that ford never was, but for him to also have that touch with the one thing ford was supposed to be good with????? and ford finding out probably in the midst of or sometime after being fucked over by bill?? i think that would fucking eat ford alive.

#i ALSO think this should end with in a polycule btw #a transformer is not going to give a fuck about weird human familial hang ups cause they don't have them #not the way humans do at least #and at this point they probably know about stan's whole thing for his brother #or at least suspect SOMETHING is going on #you don't survive this long in a war with all the same bots and don't get a good bead on who wants to frag who after all #god dammit i want to write this #stancest #pretend my ask tag is cute

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cbk1000 · 1 year ago

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I'm bored and feeling slightly under the weather, so I decided to post some of the almost 15,000 words I have of a luxury train holiday fic that I started after learning that luxury train holidays were a thing. Why did I write a fic about such a random thing? Because I fell down a rabbit hole of luxury travel videos, discovered luxury trains, and naturally turned those videos into a Merthur fic.

Waverly Station, not to put too fine a point on it, was the most wretched hive of scum and villainy ever to be stolen by the British Empire; though possibly this was because Edinburgh had rained on Arthur, rather prodigiously, whilst he was legging it for the station; possibly because he had been woken, at the hour of No, to catch a train into Scotland; and possibly because he was carrying everything which Morgana owned, over every limb he owned; and consequently hated everyone. The sad fate of the baggage mule was his own: to be flogged, viciously, by a master too precious to carry their own bloody rubbish, through the most wretched of conditions (mizzle), with as little thanks as can be given by a creature throated to give it: and with that especial garnish, which was that he was being hit by Morgana’s voice, rather than a nice little crop, which would have only broken his flesh, and not his spirit.

He was trying to decide in which order to kill them both when he spotted, at the other end of the station, the sculpted dark head, modelled in the image of a wave; though the wave would have blushed to hear it. And beside it, a head similarly coloured, if not similarly coiffed; though he had got it into some order, and not an entirely hideous one. Gwaine nodded; and then Merlin turned round, and showed Arthur the smile he hadn’t seen in two weeks. And he felt it call up from the depths of him an answering smile, though he still hated, in the following order, Morgana; the weather; everyone.

“Should have asked me and Gwaine to carry your stuff. Arthur’s clearly crumbling under the weight of being overestimated,” Merlin said, exchanging cheek kisses with Morgana.

“I just love how funny you are,” Arthur replied, chucking off the various pieces of baggage, and letting them land where they landed.

“Don’t throw my stuff, you absolute knob.”

“Then carry it yourself!” Arthur snapped. “Did you remember your suit?” he asked Merlin, who in a blazer and shirt which appeared, miraculously, not to have got his breakfast, blood, or tea on it, was so uncharacteristically smart that probably he considered himself to be entirely done improving on himself. “You’ll have to wear a proper suit for the formal dinners.” He paused, squinting at him. “Do you have product in your hair?”

Merlin wiggled his eyebrows. “Gwaine helped me with it. Don’t worry; I won’t embarrass you on your posh train.”

“You embarrass me on the Tube.”

“I think that’s just because you feel a heightened sense of shame at having to ride public transportation with the plebian class.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Where are Gwen and Lancelot?”

“Gwen’s in the loo; Lancelot’s gone to look for something to eat. He’s worried the train’s going to serve tiny rich people portions.” Merlin pocketed his hands in his trousers. “Want a coffee?”

“Sure; I could use one, having got up at the arse crack of time this morning,” Arthur said, glaring at Morgana, who as usual was perfectly untroubled by her conduct. He gave Merlin a little slap on the shoulder, and then draped his arm round it, steering him toward Caffé Nero before he could do something unforgivable, like choose Costa. He had enhanced the blazer and hair product with a little aftershave, so that as they were walking, Arthur caught a whiff of something not entirely abhorrent; though his manners, doubtless, would make up for it. If they got him on the train, in the blazer, and no one was very much harmed in the process, that was the most which feeble humanity could expect of God’s capricious mercy. “How’s work?”

“Like arse,” Merlin said, paying for their coffees, and handing Arthur his. “I think they would have asked me to push off my holiday, except they know I’m a biter. And not just the sexy kind.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Just something to consider, a luxury train holiday with a spa and 24 hour steward service might be the place to consider not being a totally classless knob who talks about his sexual preferences in public.”

“The train has a spa?!”

Arthur ignored that. “You didn’t answer about the suit.”

“Yes, I packed the suit we FaceTimed about.”

“Nice to know you can occasionally conjure up enough sense to listen to me,” Arthur said, sipping from his coffee, and looking across the platforms to where Gwen had now joined Morgana and Gwaine, and the women were talking with their heads close together, and laughing, whilst Gwaine arranged himself for the admiring masses.

“Sometimes I wish he weren’t so straight,” Merlin said, cocking his head a little to one side, and drinking from his coffee. “Just a little bit gay; that’s all I’m asking for.”

“Gwaine?” Arthur sputtered, choking on his coffee. “Why on earth?”

“Because he’s the fittest man I know.”

“Of everyone you know, Gwaine is the fittest.”

“No, I didn’t say everyone, I said of the men I know. I would never say fittest of everyone I know, when Morgana’s right there.”

Arthur stepped on his foot, and got the maddening dimples which told him that Merlin was being trying for the sheer and unadulterated pleasure of it; though he made up for it, marginally, by stepping out from underneath Arthur’s arm, so that he could have a proper look at him, the measuring appraisal of a (not terribly) discerning bisexual, who was not so simple, at least, as to not notice that Arthur was practically the pinnacle of attractiveness, in regular shirt and trousers; and in a proper jacket was planting his flag at the peak of it. “You look ok, though,” Merlin said, tweaking one of his lapels a little.

Arthur cuffed him across the back of the head. “Ok.”

“Yeah. For a total arsehole.”

Lancelot had returned, and Arthur and Merlin were cordially punching one another, when the Royal Scotsman arrived, and Gwen gave a little squeal, and leapt up holding two very reasonable bags, whilst Morgana and entourage looked at Arthur expectantly.

“I am not hauling all that on the bloody train. You could have asked yourself at any point, ‘Do I need my entire closet for a week-long holiday?’ and come to a sane conclusion, but you didn’t,” Arthur said; and so having stated his piece, hauled his own rucksack over his shoulder, forsaking hers.

They were piped aboard the train, a rather troublesome portent, Arthur felt; all week people would be making noise which they felt to be music, whilst he was trying to work or read or bathe; whilst it was his right to exist with the Highlands of Scotland, doing their piece to be stunning, whilst he did his. He had his luggage taken, and was shown through into the Observation Car, which was kitted out like a lounge with armchairs and sofas, and a small balcony for watching the stars. Merlin, true to his complete lack of noticeable decorum, said, “Holy shit.” There was a decent carpet underfoot, the colour of wine; and the wood panelling was the same as he had seen in hotels of distinction. There was the bar at the end of the car, which he would need, once Morgana boarded with the Luggage, having got Gwaine to do the hauling for her, and still feeling that Arthur owed her his time and lumbar spine.

“Why did you book us a double, you weirdo?” Merlin asked when they were taken to their cabin, having shouldered ahead of Arthur, to get a look at it first, before Arthur could spoil his first impressions, by being, as Merlin put it, ‘a poncey indifferent bastard.’

“I didn’t. It’s a twin.”

“Looks like a double bed to me.”

“What?” Arthur cried, and pushed him out of the doorway.

Merlin, contrary to all that was sane, or expected, was right: there was the one lone bed, lovely but singular. They had made it up with a little tartan duvet in the spirit of their culture, as if that would make up for the insult. “We’re supposed to have a twin room.”

“I’m sorry, sir, this is the room.” This from the liveried employee who had shown them to the cabin, and was now realising he had done something, inadvertently, to anger the kind of patron who could drop twenty-six thousand pounds on an eight-day holiday. Merlin pinched him. “It’s fine,” he reassured the man, dimpling at him.

“It’s not fine!” Arthur cried.

“Yes, it is. If you don’t have any other rooms, and I’m assuming you don’t, otherwise you would have said so immediately, as soon as he started turning all red in the face, we can manage. He’s not the worst thing I’ve woken up to,” Merlin said, and dimpled again, this time in a way that made Arthur coincidentally sweat.

“You didn’t have to be a knob to him,” Merlin said when the man had left, tossing his blazer over the armchair.

“I wasn’t a knob to him, he mucked up my booking!”

“He didn’t muck up your booking, and put your tits back on. I think we can survive sharing a double bed for a week. I don’t know what you’re complaining about, anyway. You’re the one who snores.”

“I do not snore,” Arthur said, outraged. “You’ll have to sleep in the armchair.”

“I’m not sleeping in the armchair.”

“Well--on the floor, then. I’m sure there’s extra bedding to be got.”

“I’m not sleeping in the armchair, or on the floor; if you’ve got a problem sharing, you’re free to kip on either one,” Merlin said, as if it were settled; and now began, with every appearance of serenity, to begin unloading his bag, into the loo, and all over the writing table and bed, as if he were entitled to the calm dispersal of his belongings, whilst Arthur was stood in the centre of the cabin, clutching at his bag, and staring. The bed was an ordinary double; no giant of its kind, but a mere representative, with no girth but the girth to accommodate them, just. Doubles were for couples who didn’t mind mingling their breath and their limbs and their--other limbs. And now he would have to share, with Merlin’s aftershave and thighs, the romantic space in the spirit of platonicness. Already Merlin had sprawled out on it, demonstrating how it was to be, for seven nights, for Arthur’s personal bubble. Already he had taken off his shoes and blazer, and put his fitted trousers all over Arthur’s bed, as if it were decent, or sensible, or respectable, to take off any clothes whatsoever, in that close, warm space in which they would have to violate the edicts of platonic accord.

“So all week, I’m to have your elbow in my ribs, and just deal with it?” Arthur demanded, still clutching at the bag on his shoulder.

“Yeah, and probably my morning wood too, but I wouldn’t worry about it; if our friendship can get past your personality, it can get past anything.”

Gwen poked her head in the door. “Hello! They’re serving afternoon tea soon.” She stopped, and looked at Merlin on the bed, and looked at Arthur, not on the bed, because he was in possession of common decency. “Why have you got a double?”

“I dunno. Apparently Arthur and I are on our honeymoon,” Merlin said, scrolling through his mobile with his thumb without looking up.

“I booked a twin,” Arthur repeated, loudly but uselessly, in the face of Merlin’s indifference, and Gwen’s eyebrow. She was giving him a Look, very capitalised. It was Arthur’s unfortunate but not unexpected cross to bear; he was one of those unlucky blokes who had got some miscreants, instead of those decent, ordinary folk of common friendship; though he had expected better from Gwen.

“Anyway,” she said, still giving him the odd Look, “are you coming down for tea? We’re in the first dining car.”

“In a minute,” Arthur said, unloading his bag, by the satisfactory method of smacking Merlin in the face with it.

“Ow!”

“Arthur,” Gwen scolded gently, and was gone, leaving him in that strange shrunken space, where before had existed a normal-sized room; even a rather kingly one, for a train. He felt there was a sort of odd pressure round him. He felt already that he had the awareness of Merlin, before he had Merlin--his close, stifling body, in the bed, that was--the close, stifling presence, offensive if not downright repulsive; anyway, he was quite plagued, quite unsurprisingly, as he had been, all their long and troublesome friendship.

“Get up; we’re going for tea,” he said, poking Merlin in the side, and getting a yelp out of him.

They watched Edinburgh and the Castle vanishing beyond the windows from the dining car, whilst Lancelot ate an alarming number of canapes, and Gwen warned him, in the roundabout way of innuendo, by someone who actually knew how to make it, that he oughtn't to be too full, for the sake of--of dinner.

“And dessert,” Merlin said, in a dining car full of blazers and cocktail dresses, in a tone which specified, clearly and resoundingly, that he was not referring to a nice little jelly or sorbet.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to embarrass me on my posh train?” Arthur asked, kicking him in the shin.

“Technically I embarrassed Gwen,” Merlin pointed out, shovelling one of the canapes into his mouth. “What are we doing tonight?” he asked, like an animal, through the canape, rather than after it.

“Drinking, I think,” Gwaine replied.

“There aren’t any excursions today,” Morgana said. “We’re getting off tomorrow at Glenfinnan, but tonight you’re free to do whatever you like, till dinner. Have some drinks, watch the scenery, break in your double bed.” She smirked at him.

Arthur rolled his eyes. “For the last time, I. Booked. A Twin.”

“He just missed me, is all,” Merlin said, turning on him a smirk almost as bothersome as Morgana’s.

“I don’t see how,” she said, sipping her tea. “I’m sure he has a little doll made of your hair that he sleeps with every night.”

“Yeah, but it just can’t live up to the real thing,” Merlin replied, ruffling it.

“I wish you’d never met. Or been born,” Arthur said pleasantly.

“Merlin, why don’t you give your bride a proper seeing-to in your double bed? He’s getting tetchy again.”

“Piss off,” Arthur said, and went to find, in the arms of some champagne, solace from the bitter reality of his genetics.

#featuring: and there was only one bed #fic #merthur #preview #writing

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howtotrainabraincell · 5 months ago

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A Day at the Critter Shop

for @a-little-buggy the first one to ever make a request

The first thing that Desmond had thought when Connor had been transported to the future was...better left unsaid lest Connor's ears be violated again. The man of course was no stranger to strong language, but to hear such things upon his arrival on top of being disoriented and confused about where he was? Give the guy a break.

When they had realized that Connor had some way, somehow been brought to the future by Desmond's visits to the past, Desmond instantly felt guilty. He couldn't imagine how it felt to be ripped out of your own century and thrown into almost three hundred years in the future. He had of course immediately volunteered to take full responsibility for his ancestor and help him as much as possible. Though the nerd known as Shaun had wanted to pick Connor's brain to build a better psychological profile of him.

Desmond had thrown a package of pop tarts at him and told Connor to RUN.

Within a week the two had found themselves building quite an amicable relationship. They had more in common than they would have thought - having been born over two hundred years apart. The Bleeding Effect helped of course. Being someone and taking on their mannerisms certainly made it easier to understand the actual person.

The two men had a lazy slow afternoon about a week after Connor's arrival, with the colonial era assassin taking the news with some surprise but mostly ease. He had questions of course but he wasn't panicking the way Desmond had been. The. Whole. Entire. Time.

The guilt of the younger man was immense. He felt like it was his fault Connor had been misplaced in literal time. In experiencing the side effects and cons of the Bleeding effect, Desmond had however been able to offer the man some sort of comfort by speaking in his mother tongue to him. The two men were conversing in Kanien'keha:ka when Desmond got an idea. It was a bit wild because it involved taking a man from the 18th century out into the 21st century world, anything could happen and in Desmond's case...it usually did.

"Do you like animals Ratonhnhaké:ton?"

The man's eyebrows peaked up in interest before he answered a piece of toast halfway to his mouth. "I do. I've always felt fondly for nature and the creatures that inhabit it. Comfortable. I was raised to respect the animals in nature, even when it comes time to hunt."

Desmond nodded in understanding. "What about pets? Have you ever had one?"

"No. We usually ate the animals or came across those in the woods that were too wild to be tamed." He paused, "Can you do such a thing? Do people have...pet wolves in this century?"

"They do actually. But it is extremely rare, and they usually just nurse them back to health and then release them back into the wild." He thought about his offer and decided it was now or never. "Would you like to go to a place where they have animals available for adoption?"

His brows furrowed. "It sounds interesting."

"If you trust me, I think you'll really like it. You'll get to see as many animals as you want and you can be friendly with them."

"They won't get scared and run away?"

"No. They're used to humans normally. Some can be skittish, but you just need to be gentle with them. Come on." He grinned grabbing his keys. "I'm taking you to a pet shop."

After making sure that they wouldn't be recognized in public by any freako Templars, they headed out and twenty minutes later reached their destination. The place was huge and there was a glass display at the front of the store, filled to the brim with little puppies in one and kittens in the other. Desmond grinned excitedly, "Hey! They're having an adoption event for a few new arrivals today."

"How does one do this? Do you just go in and claim the one you want?"

Heading in with Connor close behind weary and ever alert of their surroundings, Desmond answered. "Pretty much. Only you have to sign adoption papers and you usually have to pay a fee, and sometimes buy a couple of things from the store to take care of them when you get home."

Connor nodded in understanding as he brought his hands behind his back. "What would I get?"

"Depending on the animal you could toys, collars, beds. You have to have food for them, and you can get dishes to put the food in. Every animal is different so there's different things to get for different ones. My advice? Go with either a cat or a dog."

Connor eyed a pink sparkly rhinestone collar with a look of WTF and Desmond snorted. "That is...abhorrent to the eyes. Why...would one torture an innocent animal with such a thing? It would die of embarrassment. To say nothing of not being able to blend in with their surroundings."

Desmond laughed at Connor's honesty. "Well typically a pet is kept inside your home. Most people don't want their animals getting torn up by other animals that aren't domesticated or people who are missing more than half of their marbles. They think of them as a family member."

Connor had frozen staring down into the glass encased pit and it was then that Desmond instantly knew. Connor was a dog lover confirmed. An adorable little german shepherd had its tiny paws up on the glass yipping its heart out at the tall man, who just stared curiously in response.

"What...does he want? I have no meat for him, and I didn't touch his territory." He narrowed his eyes at the little furball, "If you bite me, fair warning dog I will bite back."

Desmond snickered and came closer smiling down at the little thing. "Hey little guy. Do you like my friend?"

The puppy whined in response and Desmond had to stop himself from letting out an audible 'awww'. "The puppy wants your attention Connor. You should pick him up and hold him."

"I can hold a... what I think is a wolf pup? Its fur is unlike any that I've ever seen..."

"It's a german shepherd. A breed of dog. Not a wolf. Perfectly safe to hold. They wouldn't sell wolves in a pet store, that would count as an 'exotic animal' and you would need a license, and you have to pay fees... it's a headache basically."

Connor continued to stare at the puppy hesitating before leaning over to gently reach in and scoop the puppy up in one of his large hands. He gently brought the animal to his chest and cupped its head with his other hand hoping not to drop it. "Is this good?"

Desmond nodded smiling like a dork at the sight of such a tiny puppy in the large hands of a man who was built like a roman brick wall. "It's great man. You're doing great."

The puppy began to lick Connor's palm and the man smiled. The stretch slightly hurting his face because the muscles were unused to being used, but Connor was actually happy. Or he seemed to be. Desmond couldn't read his mind.

"If you think this little guy is cute wait until you see the other animals in the store."

The puppy by now had propped itself up to lick Connor's cheek making him smile even more and speak softly to the puppy. "You look like a wolf, but you are much nicer you know that? So soft too."

Giving the little creature a pat on the head Connor let him down back into the pit to play with his littermates. Various other puppies were there ranging from little yorkies to sassy sausage dogs and a few golden retrievers.

"Well at least we know that he'll be easy to find again. Come one we still have the cats to look at too."

When they got to the kitten pen Desmond reached in to gently offer his hand to a tiny black kitten with green eyes, which curled up in his hand, tucking their little tail in as they waited patiently for their ride upward. Connor had secured an orange tabby kitten...which was currently biting the h-e-double hockey sticks out of his hands.

Petting the cat, he winced as he watched Connor get mercilessly attacked, by the feisty little thing. "Ow! Does that not hurt man?"

Connor shrugged. "No." He studied the cat as it continued to attack his hand with the same vigor he once went after Charles Lee with when he was younger. "I'm still trying to figure out if it's trying to be intimidating..."

"I think they're playing. Cats do that. Dogs play bite and cats do too. Cats however... tend to hurt more."

Suddenly the cat overestimated its balance in Connor's hand and toppled over the side, hanging on for dear life. The kitten mewled as its tiny little body dangled from Connor's large hand, and Connor just watched with slight amusement.

"See what you this has gotten you? You bit me and now you are stuck. You reap what you sow you naughty...not mountain lion but sharp clawed creature."

Desmond wheezed laughing at Connor's sass toward the kitten for play biting him. "Here try this little one. Boy cats tend to be more aggressive, and I got a girl."

The second the two men traded cats, the orange kitten took to chewing on Desmond's hoodie strings with a fiery wrath, and the black kitten looked up at Connor. The two studied one another for a moment, before the kitten reached its paw out and batted the air like it wanted something.

Connor brought the kitten closer weary after the first encounter but was pleasantly surprised to find that the kitten wanted his braid. He felt the beads in his hair tap gently against his jaw as the kitten played with them with jovial fascination.

And he smiled. Genuinely. For the first time since - well ever entering the 21st century Desmond supposed. Connor wasn't really known for smiling even back in his own time, and Desmond would especially know having been in the Animus experiencing everything that his ancestor had. He couldn't blame him though. Connor hadn't really had anything to smile about for a good portion of his life.

He chose to change the subject. He wanted to help Connor feel comfortable, not make him upset.

"Wanna go see the fish? They're usually pretty cool to look at."

Connor opened his mouth confusion written on his face but shut it and nodded. They headed over to the fish section where there were endless aquariums filled with as many fish as you could imagine. There were small, medium and large fish

The goldfish stared at Connor through the glass before blowing a single bubble at Connor.

Desmond smiled and puffed his cheeks out back at the fish in return. "Aww. He just blew a bubble at us. I think little fishy likes us."

The tall man next to him nodded and crossed his arms, the cat on his shoulder beginning to chew on the end of his hair peeking out from the end of the colored beads. "And I like fish."

He felt hope that maybe they would be taking an unexpected pet home today. A cat or dog he had expected, but a fish was unexpected. "Oh really?"

"Yes." There was a brief pause. "With hoecakes. Or deohako. Or even sofkee. Especially grilled over the fire. These ones are scrawny though... they would hardly make a mouthful for a child."

Desmond stared at him in fascination before laughing and moved him along to another part of the store. Reaching a small section of bunnies munching on cabbage leaves and sleeping in their little huts all huddled together, Connor joined him and scoffed.

"I thought you said that this was a 'pet shop'."

Desmond frowned turning away from the cotton ball with eyes. "It is."

Connor gestured to the bunnies munching peacefully on their snacks. "Then why did they put food in a place where you adopt animals to be your pet?"

The tattooed man's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Huh?"

"We eat those as well. In my time. All the time. They're delicious. I made a pair of fur lined boots for my mother when I was boy with a creature that looked exactly like this one. It was one of my first kills actually."

Desmond smiled nervously and moved along. "Ooookay next animal coming up."

Walking around the store they came across a case with multicolored small snakes. Until one caught Desmond's eye: the Western Hognose snake. "Oh cool!" Reading the handling information he carefully opened the case, so he didn't startle the snake. He slowly stuck his hand in the snakes' path, and it slithered right into his hand, making Desmond make a face at the feeling of its slippery underbelly. He gently lifted the creature out of the case, supporting it with both hands and turned to Connor.

Where he was met with a face of abject horror.

Desmond snickered. "What? He's cute right? Look at those little beady eyes."

"How... are you not being bit or strangled right now?

"You wanna hold him? I'll take Signora whiskers on your shoulder for a second if you do."

The man backed up clutching his small furry companion closer as if for comfort, before he pointed at Desmond completely serious. "If you put that slimy slithering henchman of satan near me I will end you. Descendant of mine of not."

Desmond grinned and leisurely set the small snake down back into its enclosure, where it slithered slowly back underneath its little palm tree. "Okay not a fan of snakes. Got it." He looked around before his eyes lit up at the small creature on the other side of the store. "Let's check these guys out."

Connor reluctantly followed as he grumbled to the kitten. "Only good snake is a dead snake little one. Dead and turned into jerky. Because while dangerous, they are delicious."

They headed over to the next display where various different types of gerbils were moseying about with their own agendas, completely oblivious to the humans ogling them. Connor peered into the glass with curiosity before quaffing in surprise. "What the... what is this - is this a mouse? Why are they selling diseases carriers? These things kill people." He frowned in disdain. "They get into your grain supply too and contaminate it."

"Not these little guys Connor. They're perfectly okay to have as pets." He opened the latch and gently offered his hand to one of the gerbils. It came closer sniffing his hand before hopping on and scampering up his arm, making him laugh. "See? Completely harmless. Just be gentle with them because they're so tiny."

Suddenly the gerbil jumped from Desmond's shoulder to Connor's jacket, clinging to the fabric for dear life, before it attempted to continue its journey. Connor's voice pitched in alarm as the gerbil launched itself onto his forearm, from his jacket, and the man was quick to grab it and stop it in its tracks. "Why can it jump like that?!"

Mouth hanging open in surprise he answered, "That's what...they do...?" Desmond genuinely knew nothing about gerbils. He had always thought they were just a form of domesticated mice. Noticing a plaque in front of the cage he began to read from it absentmindedly as the gerbil ran amuck in Connor's palm, climbing his fingers as he let the animal run between his hands.

"The Mongolian gerbil is one of one hundred ten species of gerbils and have proven to be a popular pet. The tend to thrive in arid and hot types of climates such as deserts and sometimes rain forests. They are commonly found in India, Asia, and Africa and have long hind legs, that allow them to execute a unique type of leaping to get around. They make good pet and get along with other animals. It is not recommended to have a gerbil and a cat in the same house - for obvious reasons. Annnndd they have an average lifespan of two to three years out in the wild, but can live anywhere from four to five years, with proper care if domesticated."

Connor frowned at the gerbil in his hand currently busy with the task of licking its hands and cleaning its little head. "That is sad. They live for so little time. Many people in my tribe live for a very long time, upwards of a hundred years."

"Yeah. Unfortunately, animals just don't live as long as humans do. That's one of the sucky parts about having a pet. You stick around longer than they do." He grinned, "But you have a bunch of centenarians in your tribe? That's cool."

Connor's mouth twisted in thought. "Centenarians are...?"

"People who are one hundred years old and older. You become an ultra-centenarian if you're well over a hundred years old. Like one hundred twelve or something like that."

He nodded in understanding catching the kitten without any thought as she slipped from his shoulder, before bringing her down to his chest. Connor looked sheepishly back to the puppy he had played with earlier as he simultaneously cradled the kitten closer to himself.

Desmond smiled in understanding. He asked anyway though he already knew the answer, his fellow Assassin would give. "You want the dog and the kitten, don't you?"

The elder assassin didn't take his eyes off the dog, two pairs of brown eyes looking deeply into the others. They were looking at each other like they were soul bonded, and Desmond knew that dog would be the latest addition to the family. "We bonded. And dogs are known for their loyalty..."

Desmond paused before a devious grin spread across his face. "We can train it to bite Shaun when he acts like a jerk and goes on his 'I'm smarter than you' rampage."

Connor made a face of consideration. He did think that this Shaun could be quite annoying. Maybe a bite here and there could convince him to be a bit less snappy, and a bit more happy. "While devious... I like your way of thinking." He looked down at the kitten and smiled once more, as she gave a tiny little meow up at him. "She is very sweet too." He scratched her little head behind the ears making her purr loudly. Desmond was surprised to hear such a loud sound come from such a tiny little cat, and it amused him to think that if she meowed it would probably wake Shaun out of a dead sleep and annoy him.

He nodded in understanding. Shaun certainly wouldn't be happy, but Rebecca would be ecstatic about the little guys. Besides with the stressful work they were doing all the time, what could it hurt to have some cute animals running around? They all deserved a break. And Desmond would never admit this out loud... but he wanted a snuggle buddy. "Okay we'll get them and get what they need and then go home. Does that sound good?"

Connor grinned and gave a single nod. "Sounds good."

Twenty minutes, some paperwork, and money later they walked out the new co-parents of two adorable bundles of fur.

"Let's go home so we can get these little guys settled huh?"

Connor nodded content to not say a word as he watched the small dog gnaw on his finger in delight without a care in the world. He looked down at the kitten sleeping peacefully in the blanket against his chest and he smiled.

Both animals completely happy and ready to go to their forever home.

NOTE! 'deohako' meaning 'life supporters' refers to the "three sisters" crops of corn, beans and squash. These were staple foods for the Mohawk people. Alongside 'sofkee' (also known as 'sofgee') was a corn porridge that the Mohawk people often ate as well.

ALSO - Sorry that this is kind of long I got carried away, but I hope it's enjoyable nonetheless!

#desmond being extremely amused that such a soldier turns into mashed potatoes at the sight of a fluffy puppy #desmond miles #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #ac3 #modern au #assassins creed #assassins being in love with animals #connor being a literal Disney princess

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ironwhumper359 · 5 months ago

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Torn from the Sea - Ch.1

Content: lab whump, scientist whumper, mermaid whump, mermaid whumpees, capture, more to come as verse develops!

Word count: 689

Author's Notes at the end!

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Excerpt from Dr. Baltan's Research Log

Day 1

I have found what I hope to be an appropriate place to locate the specimen I am searching for. While much has been speculated about the creatures known colloquially as 'mer,' none have ever been studied in close proximity, let alone in captivity. I intend to change that with this project.

Local folklore speaks of migrating ocean spirits visiting this cove, and for two months out of each year, they do not fish in these waters or hunt in the surrounding forests. Some even leave offerings of fruit or nuts. My colleagues have dismissed my theory; after all, every documented sighting of a mer has occurred at far greater depths than this. However, if my hypothesis is correct, then they may have a very good reason indeed for coming to this cove year after year.

Time will prove whether I am right.

Day 9

After days of trekking back and forth from my research station to this remote spot, I've finally been vindicated. Not just one, but TWO mer– one male and one female, I presume– have moved into the cove and began building what I can only describe as some sort of nest. From this distance it is difficult to say with certainty, but the one I hypothesize to be female may be pregnant. I must admit, I am basing this on nothing more than the similarity in appearance between the creatures and humans, but even compared to other primates, the female's belly is swollen to a degree that one can only associate with either pregnancy or illness. Given the local legends that surround this place, I'm inclined to believe the former until proven otherwise.

I am eager to move on to phase two of my plan, but I must be patient and observe a little while longer if I am to detect the best opportunity for doing so.

Day 11

I can scarcely believe what I have witnessed. It's true, it's all true! The others laughed at me, called me a fool for equating silly tales to scientific fact, but I have seen it with my own eyes! The mer aren't merely aquatic, as is thought by the few scholars on the subject who exist. They are shifters! Like the lupine and avian examples studied by Dr. Harrison and Dr. Rodriguez respectively!

Part of me is tempted to take my existing documentation straight back to the Institute. I know more resources would be granted this project if I did so, but along with more resources would come more oversight, tiresome meddling from other researchers, and perhaps most distastefully, the loss of my solo credit from the eventual publication.

This is MY project, and I will use the resources at my own disposal to achieve my goals. No one else can take this from me.

Day 13

After observing the mer shifters for several days, I have identified several distinct patterns of behavior, as well as an opportunity to facilitate their capture. While I have at times observed both male and female leave the water and shift into a bipedal form, the male does so with far greater frequency, the female preferring to stay near the rock and rubble structure that I assume to be their nest.

Even when the female does venture onto land, she tends to stay on or near the beach, while the male ventures deeper into the foliage in search of food. Another hypothesis confirmed: he often returns with the food that I recognize as the villagers' offerings. Whether either side is aware of it, the local custom has been feeding the mer as they prepare for the birth of their young. Whether it has been the same pair of mer for hundreds of years or whether it is a new coupling each time is difficult to ascertain without any knowledge of their lifespan or gestation rate, and requires further study.

Regardless, my path forward is now obvious. I must contact my lab assistant and make the preparations for transport. Soon, I will have achieved the impossible.

I will have captured a mer specimen for study.

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Author's Note: Ok so I know I said skyrim based vampire whump was coming, and it still is! But this verse sprung fully formed in my head yesterday while playing the Sims (as one does) and I just had to write it down! So get ready to see a lot of mermaid whump in the coming days!

#mermaid whump #merman whump #lab whump #scientist whumper #whump #fantasy whump #my writing #captivity #capture

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normal-person-i-promise · 5 months ago

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im a normal person who writes normal things! dont even worry bout it man im normal :)

currently interested in:

mp100: reigen robots,,,, objectum

fics do not use pronouns/vivid descriptions of the reader unless stated otherwise in the summary in the post itself! the most i go to is saying your eyes are pretty or your hair is shiny :3 not really descriptive tell me if anything isnt working or i missed anything <3 i'll fix it as fast as i can

master list ≈★ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

objectum:

remember: you are a human and you are a lover. A computer. A machine of cold metal and electrical wire. An unfeeling machine. A machine made to work, to code, to write. A human. A creature of warm flesh and red blood. A feeling creature. A creature made to love, to sing, to live.

Kissing my computer like crazy and the cold sensation lingers on my lips just the post. not much to say

computer partner that tries its best to make you happy when you're feeling down, pulling up your favorite videos to watch, playing music that you enjoy, drawing little hearts on your screen for you, just letting you know that it cares for and loves you <3 ALSO jus t the post

mp100:

arataka reigen:

public transport The sudden jerk of the train starting takes you by surprise, and you nearly fall down — had it not been for the fact that someone gripped your upper arms tightly before your face could connect with the cold, hard floor. You look up quickly, your face heating when you realize who it is.

「いかないで」 "dont go' vent post! fluff and angst. the story is basically just the song

slurred teases and sweet kisses chapters one and two You roll your eyes as he takes another sip of his drink, his mouth set in a smug grin as he swirls the liquid in his glass and watches as the ice clinks against the walls of his cup. With each sip he takes, his face gets more flushed, his words get more slurred.

Arataka has an embarrassingly low tolerance to alcohol, and you're witnessing it firsthand. He's feeling it too; that urge to kiss you is a lot stronger than usual...

overcoat "...Arataka. What are you doing." Your tone is flat; unimpressed, as he slides one arm out of his coat, leaving the other in.

"...Making sure my beloved employee doesn't freeze her little fingers off, that's what." He grins at you, a mischievous glint in his eye as he lays the side of the coat he isn't wearing onto your shoulder, shoving your arm in.

»— yandere arataka reigen headcanons —> short little sort of outline of a fic with chapters

chapped lips (most popular!! thanks for 300 notes!) "Want a taste?" You ask in a teasing tone, capping the lip balm and pointing it in his general direction. Your heart flutters when you see his cheeks flush, and he averts his gaze quickly.

"As if I want a taste of your horrible lip balm," he shoots back, a grin playing on his lips as he looks at you, his head turned to the side.

that onigiri you like Arataka scours the onigiri aisle, running everything under his careful, though sluggish eyes, looking and searching and scouting, and... Right there! He reaches for one for himself and one for you, and his hand moves so fast that he finds himself having brushed it against someone else getting that same flavour. He huffs in annoyance, looking up to apologise, and—

Oh. it's you.

burning hot (yandere!!) "Reigen? Everything okay?"

No. No no no no. Not you. Don't talk to him. And you're worrying about him. Again. Why must you be so... Caring?

katsuya serizawa:

homework "Boy," Katsuya whispers to himself as he stares dreamily at you, leaning on his homework, "those eyes really are like gemstones."

utmv: various

Bad sansuary (gave up on this (burnt out)): day one (wrong character): hot drinks day two (also wrong character): romance day one (correct character finally): hot drinks day two: romance day three: sharp day four: compliments day five: good soup day six: peppers day seven: go all out day eight: boxed in day nine: judgement day ten: vibe check!!! day eleven: rival day twelve: haunted day thirteen: shadow day fourteen: tears day fifteen: caught red-handed day sixteen: fragile

yandere!sans aus cuddle hcs (unfinished)

nightmare:

the apple incident vent. not x reader

What point was there even trying to negotiate with the townfolk? They don't know anything. They'd kill him regardless.

bad apple chapters one and two (unfinished, indefinite hiatus) As Nightmare finished off the last apple, his painful shriek split the air as four great tentacles burst from his back: thrashing, physical manifestations of negativity, his body too full of hate, anger, envy, and... Love. He loved you, he realized. Loved you a lot more than he thought he did. And when he realized he finally had enough power to scare the townspeople and have you all to himself, he was ecstatic.

horror:

bluuush ........ based on the drawing !!

miscellaneous:

i love you hurt/comfort x reader. purely a vent

#sans x reader #reigen x reader #reigen arataka x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #masterlist #wooooo finally its done #i hope

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clar-a-m · 1 year ago

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Here's a bunch of sketches for an imodna zookeeper au i've had in mind for a while

WARNING please don't get mad at me about made up bug facts, those spiders have legs coming out of their butts for god's sake

If you're curious about more details about this au i'm putting them under the cut!

Most of the gang works at Mr. Eshteross’ zoo. Modern AU but does not take place on Earth, it’s Exandria but not really.

Magic is very limited and very rare. Most people don’t ever have any interaction with magic their entire lives and there’s not much knowledge about it in general, so there’s a lot of superstition about it.

All the different races exist as normal.

The real magic about this place is that there’s reliable and affordable public transport, and it’s a very walkable place, lots of people go around on bicycles and stuff. Using this AU to fulfill my dreams. (Imogen bikes to work!!)

The zoo is about to open a new exhibition about bugs, arachnids & maybe other creepy stuff. Laudna is hired to be in charge of this new branch of the zoo, and Imogen is assigned to help her put it all together and introduce her to the rest of the zoo. Their relationship develops and they KISS at some point (!!!)

They were both outcasts and very lonely because of their powers, and through each other begin to be more open and appreciate life a bit more.

Lots of fluff and good vibes!! Cute scenes with cute animals!! Not a whole lot of angst!! Maybe a bit sexy!! Why not!!

Imogen: has been working at the zoo for 2 years. Loves working with the animals and appreciates the fact that she doesn’t have to deal with too many people at a time.

Grew up working in her father’s farm, raising horses and other farm animals. Fell in love with it and decided to pursue it as a career.

Is an Animal Trainer, in charge of mostly mammals at the zoo. Keeps the enclosures clean, feeds the animals and trains them so it’s easier to do health checkups and such when needed. Also in charge of monitoring their health (brushing their teeth, weigh-ins, etc.)

Still has her powers, but more limited:

Lightning scars

Telekinesis

Telepathy (still has to block out people’s thoughts)

Dancing lights

Shocking grasp (can get as powerful as a stun gun)

*Still has bad dreams but nothing too special about it.

Is in charge of helping Laudna, the newcomer, develop the new bugs & other creepy things exhibition.

Despite having been working at the zoo for a long time, is not very close with the rest of Bells Hells. They’re nice and she likes them but she’s a bit too hesitant to get close to people because of her powers (her backstory is about the same as canon). She begins to feel more comfortable getting closer to them after spending time with Laudna.

Only exception is Fearne. She’s very curious about Imogen and very insistent, so they end up being besties.

Laudna’s thoughts are like music and all that. Imogen finally meets someone who’s like her, and who’s even had a harder time than her but still is so full of joy. Imogen can’t help but want to know more about her, she wants to cherish the spark the she sees in Laudna.

Sees Eshteross as a bit of a father figure. (maybe he helped her settle in after moving to Jrusar??)

Laudna: got hired at the zoo as the creepy things specialist, also just moved into the city.

Is used to moving around a lot, spent a lot of time living in the woods. Loved to pay close attention to what the little creatures where doing.

Formally graduated recently but has been taking notes in the field for a very long time (at least a decade?)

Still is undead and has some magic:

Looks half dead, has elongated limbs and fingers, black ichor, etc.

Fragile body but can easily pop back into place

Dark vision

Unsettling presence

Can siphon the energy of living things (could make a person pass out, or just make things colder)

Pâté is her actual pet rat, he has a condition that makes him look half dead too.

Very reluctant to make friends (has only really had imaginary ones until now). Expects everyone to just be scared of her and drive her away like they always do, but Imogen is a kindred spirit and helps her feel comfortable enough to open up.

As time moves on, gets close to Ashton and Fearne before getting close to the rest of BH?

Fearne: she and Mister are from the Feywild but no one really believes that, the Feywild is just folklore to most people. BH are not sure if they believe her or not because she is like that but she also likes to just make shit up on occasion.

Has an Only Fans

The zoo offered to take Mister in because no place would allow Fearne to raise a flaming monkey that could commit arson at any time, in exchange, Fearne can come to the zoo whenever she likes with no charge, and is allowed to bring a couple of people with her if she wants.

Comes to the zoo every day to spend time with Mister and loves hanging out with BH

Since she helps take care of Mister, she is allowed in some of the staff only spaces

There are rumors that she sometimes shapeshifts into an animal and sneaks into their enclosures, but that can’t be true right? One of the animal handlers is sure they saw an extra quokka one time but they were all cuddling together while sleeping so they must have been mistaken right?

Likes to chat with Imogen whenever she can find her. If Fearne sees Imogen working inside of one of the enclosures, she stares at her intently from the other side of it until Imogen makes a mental connection with her. They can talk mentally while Imogen works.

Imogen thinks it’s a bit awkward at first, but appreciates the company during boring tasks like cleaning empty enclosures. From the perspective of other visitors, it’s just this beautiful & weird lady watching one of the employees working alone in an empty enclosure for a long time.

Fearne tells Laudna about this at some point and Laudna occasionally watches Imogen work from a distance hoping she makes a mental connection with her as well (Laudna gets startled the first time Imogen talks into her mind like this because she wasn’t expecting she was really gonna do it. Imogen thinks she is very cute)

Gets invested in Imogen’s and Laudna’s relationship. Wingmans but tries not to push them too hard.

Sees the similarities between the two of them and hopes they can make each other less lonely.

Eshteross: owner of the zoo. Worked for the in-universe equivalent of the IBAMA (the Brazilian institute, look it up I guess) for years, fighting against illegal deforestation and animal trafficking. Opened the zoo with the inherited money of Mistress Prudaj, with the goal of educating people about wildlife, helping rescued animals and reintroducing them into the wild when possible.

Evelyn is his right-hand person and second in command at the zoo. Worked with him during his last few years at the Nature Protection Institute Place. After he retired, Eshteross invited her to come make the zoo a reality.

Is very particular about the people he hires to work at the zoo. He has seen a lot of cruelty during his time at the Nature Protection Institute Place, so he only hires people he really trusts, people who he knows love the animals very deeply.

Chetney: the zoo’s handy man. Is in charge of fixing, building and breaking things down. Makes lots of wooden things for the animals.

FCG: zoo’s veterinarian & rehab specialist.

Ashton & Orym: part of the zoo’s security team

anyway that's it. i'm not gonna write a fic about this or anything, i'm not a writer, but it was super fun to come up with all of these! If you like any of this feel free to do whatever with it i guess?

thanks for reading!

#critical role #critical role c3 #imodna #imogen temult #laudna cr #imodna zookeeper au #my art #my stuff #this was super fun to make #some of those are VERY rough sketches but i wanted to include them as well so please don't mind the bald imogens #(yes those are imogens)#anyway if anyone wants to teach me about bug facts i'm open for it

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