#silent-alpaca

[bigbrainname]

i love how he looks in the save points i had to draw his pathetic ass <3

[devonellington]

Tues. May 2, 2023: WGA Strike

Tuesday, May 2, 2023 Waxing Moon Mercury and Pluto Retrograde Rainy and chilly The WGA Strike began as of 12:01 this morning. I blocked 47 anti-WGA trolls on Twitter. Before 8 AM. Those who called themselves “writers” are on a list, so I know never to read or purchase anything they do. A lot of those posting anti-WGA material know nothing about how the industry works and thinks all writers…

[femoso-seben]

Livestock AU

Where Cod characters are hybrids living on a farm -------------------

Price and Alejandro were raised together, as guardian livestock animals they were raised together. Alejandro is a Llama hybrid and is trained to attack dog-like creatures he guards over the sheep. When Gaz the young border collie Hybrid was introduced he had to work with a very aggressive Llama that didn’t like his dog shape.

Ghost is a Kangal, like Price but much bigger. Ghost comes from a puppy mill and has to fight to get food. Very quiet dog unless intimidating the coyotes and wolves. Ghost learns quickly and tends to be the most independent but always comes back to check in with his fellow livestock dogs.

Soap is a Great Pyrenees who generally do anything required of him, mostly looking after the ducks, ducks, and goose. Very playful and young still learning the ropes but very good at his job does sleep during the day since he needs to be active at night. If he sees an unattended egg left over night will eat it.

Lastly is Gaz a border collie and very good at his job if he finds anyone miss behaving (most Soap sometimes Roach) he will bite them near the next to correct that behavior.

Laswell and Roach are both Barn cat hybrids. Laswell usually does all the recon missions and gets the boys to then check things out if she finds something suspicious. Roach is a rescue dumpster cat who survives being poisoned a few times. Very rambunctious and follows the guardian dogs around. Ghost is very fond of the silent cat, you will find Roach sneaking bites of Ghost dog food.

Lastly only recently added is an Alpaca. Rudy is situated with the Goats and as their alarm system acts like a less aggressive Alejandro. Alejandro and Rudy do see each other as packmates as well as their individual herd.

Nik is an old police dog who retired as a family dog, and will help out once in awhile when the urge to work hits him.

The livestock guardians’ main rival is a pack of wolves led by Graves. His shadow is a large pack of wolves that tries the farm every once in a while.

Another group is a group of Coyotes led by Valeria. She has gotten a few Birds from Soap which really upsets him.

The farm is currently being invaded by rats Led by Makarov and Laswell is trying her damnest to hunt him down, he and his Konni group are aggravating the farmer.

The farmer decided to get a few more barn cats.

Reader is a small kitten from another farm with too many cats they and their two friends, Farah a brownish cat hybrid, and Alex a big sandy color cat are added. Turns out Alex is the son of Laswell one of her litters.

Reader is treated like an eyesore by the older guardians until they are old enough to train, learn, and join the workforce. Reader mostly wonders around seeing each group and how they work, and finding their spot to rest in. Makarov once scared them and got scolded by Price. -------

It stupid idea idk was inspired a little by @tacticalanklebiter3000 and @frogchiro and the Hybrid side of Cod community

[doumadono]

Synopsis: initially hesitant about adopting a cat, Shoto finds his reservations gradually melting away as he discovers the endearing charm and companionship the furry creature brings

A/N: this story was commissioned on my Kofi page by my lovely @indignant-alpaca - I'm sharing it with her kind permission 🌸 If you like my writing, please consider supporting me via my Kofi page

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST KO-FI COMMISSIONS

In a quaint apartment on the outskirts of the city, Shoto Todoroki found himself faced with an unexpected addition to his life — one that would soon melt the icy barriers around his heart.

His girlfriend, Y/N, beamed as you carried a fluffy ball of fur into your living room. "Shoto, meet Mochi," you announced, presenting the tiny calico kitten nestled in your arms.

Shoto eyed the feline with a stoic expression, his dual-colored eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and reluctance. "A cat?" he questioned, his tone revealing a hint of skepticism.

You nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I thought it would be great to have a pet. They say cats bring good luck."

Shoto arched an eyebrow, his signature stoicism intact. "Luck, huh?" he mused, as Mochi stretched out her tiny paws, giving a small mew. "I don't need luck."

Undeterred, you gently placed Mochi on the floor, who immediately began exploring her new surroundings.

Shoto observed from a distance, maintaining his cool composure. "She's small," he remarked.

You giggled, "Well, she's a kitten. But just wait until you see her charm."

As if on cue, Mochi approached Shoto, her curious eyes fixated on him.

"I'm not a cat person," Shoto declared, attempting to assert his indifference.

You nudged him playfully. "Give it time, Shoto. Cats have a way of growing on you."

Over the next few days, Shoto found himself begrudgingly amused by Mochi's antics. The mischievous kitten would bat at his shoelaces, pounce on invisible prey, and curl up on his lap during quiet moments.

You couldn't help but notice the subtle softening of Shoto's expression as he interacted with your newfound furry companion.

Another evening, as Shoto sat reading a book, Mochi nestled beside him, purring contentedly.

You seized the opportunity. "Looks like someone's warming up to you," you teased.

Shoto sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maybe she's not as annoying as I thought."

As days turned into weeks, the bond between Shoto and Mochi deepened in ways neither of them expected.

Mochi, once a mere distraction, became a constant presence in Shoto's life.

Mochi's preference for Shoto became evident. She would follow him around the apartment, ignore your attempts at play, and eagerly await his return whenever he stepped out.

One evening, after a long day of hero duties, Shoto found himself slumping onto the couch, exhaustion evident in his eyes.

Mochi, sensing his weariness, padded over and gracefully leaped onto his lap. She nuzzled against his chest, her purrs resonating through the room.

Shoto, surprised by the comforting gesture, couldn't help but stroke her soft fur absentmindedly.

But Mochi had other plans. As Shoto attempted to get up, Mochi protested with a small meow and refused to budge. It was as if she sensed when he needed a moment of respite, providing a gentle reminder to slow down.

In the mornings, Shoto found Mochi perched on the windowsill, her eyes fixed on the world outside. He joined her, silently appreciating the quiet moments shared with his feline friend.

You often caught them in these contemplative instances, a smile playing on your lips as you witnessed the unspoken connection forming.

One weekend, as Shoto worked on his training routine in the living room, Mochi decided to participate. She playfully swatted at his shoelaces, darting around him in a display of agility that mirrored his own. A small smirk tugged at Shoto's lips, and he found himself engaging in a playful dance with the energetic kitten.

You, capturing the adorable scene on your phone, couldn't resist sharing it later. "Looks like Mochi is teaching you a thing or two."

Shoto raised an eyebrow but didn't deny the truth in your words. Mochi had indeed become an unexpected mentor, reminding him of the simple joys in life and offering companionship in moments of solitude.

As their connection grew, Shoto started incorporating Mochi into his daily routine. Whether it was a quiet moment of reflection, a shared glance during meals, or an impromptu play session, Mochi became a source of comfort and joy for Shoto.

One evening, Yuki found them curled up together on the couch, Shoto absentmindedly stroking Mochi's fur while she purred contentedly.

"I guess you're officially a cat person now," you teased.

Shoto merely glanced at you, a small smile gracing his face. He couldn't deny the warmth that blossomed within him.

Their cozy little family, consisting of an icy-hot hero, his girlfriend, and an adorable cat named Mochi, found harmony in the unexpected bonds that formed. And as the trio shared quiet moments together, laughter and love echoed through the apartment, proving that even the coldest hearts could be thawed by the warmth of feline companionship.

[askdennycotl]

In the depths of Anura, sat a relatively small lamb, book in her hand as she leaned her back against a tree. Her godhood rested upon her head, occasionally peeking over to look at what she was reading, but staying silent.

On occasion, the common enemy toad or cultists would charge at her, but she'd never take her eyes off of the book, lobbing a mass of honey at them, which would proceed to disintegrate them in a matter of seconds.

Bee was immersed in the book, an innocent look on her face as she kept reading.

-@the-honeybearer

You don't know for sure how the little alpaca found herself in the Anura. She wanders among the trees trying to find a way out, but her attention is attracted by something, or rather someone leaning on a tree. Lamb. Denny's eyes widen, she has never seen any lambs other than her Leader before. She hesitates to approach, so she watches cautiously, but not without curiosity, peeking out from behind a tree.

[enqmind]

Once again, I lament my inability to make cool graffix.

Price/Female Reader WC: 1.8k 18+

Warnings: Mention of non-consensual groping, mention of groper getting stabbed with knitting needles, in later parts there will be guilt tripping but it's cute for now

Reader notes: Good at knitting.

Hit One, Purl One III

Previous

 He’d had worse than a broken nose. Hell, this wasn’t even that bad as broken noses went.

 It didn’t even hurt that much, but that might have been the impressive little distraction that gave it to him.

 Quick reflexes, excellent use of an improvised weapon and only attacked once the threat had presented himself. All entirely instinctual, too.

 This level of sheer talent was not only rare, but wrapped up in such a sweet and demure package like that? Well, that was a completely different matter.

 He watched her scamper off to grab her coat and bag.

 “You’ll be there for hours,” Johnny pointed out.

 “I know.”

 When Mrs MacTavish wasn’t looking, he shot the man a wink.

 He earned a grin in response.

 “Go easy on her, John,” Mrs MacTavish implored, “she’s very self conscious about this.”

 He patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, love. I won’t hold it against her,” he lied through his teeth.

 “And don’t scare her off,” Treasure piped up, “I like her.”

 “You would with your violent streak” Johnny muttered.

 “I dare you to say that within elbowing distance, MacTavish.”

 “Simon, please hurry, I’m stuck with three children.”

 Ghost glared at the bickering pair before admonishing them to behave themselves.

 “You tell me if they don’t,” he told Mrs MacTavish.

 “Oh, I will.”

 Price couldn’t help but smile as he watched them. They made an odd little family, but a strong one.

 No matter how fucked up the becoming was.

 “Are the children fighting again?”

 “Seems like it,” he replied, turning to his assailant.

 Well, wasn’t she a pretty sight in that nice knitted overcoat in fawn?

 “Knit that yourself?” he asked, running the back of his hand over her shoulder, careful not to get blood on it.

 Lovely and soft.

 Colour and texture both telling a sweet little lie.

 “I did,” she replied, nerves replaced with pride. “It’s a Merino/alpaca blend.”

 “Very nice.”

 She held up her bag, knitted in the same fawn as her coat and a few other colours in a blocky Fair Isle pattern.

 “I made this out of the leftovers and some oddments.”

 “Her five year plan is to have a fifty percent knitted wardrobe.”

 “Stop talking about me like I’m the goddamn Soviet Union,” she snapped at Mrs MacTavish.

 “Only if you stop dating Tankies.”

 Embarrassment flared on her face.

 “I never date them on purpose,” she defended herself. “I really don’t know how they keep finding me.”

 Ghost began shepherding her out of the room.

 “I really don’t,” she insisted, letting herself be herded.

 Price glanced at Mrs MacTavish.

 “She loudly complains about the Tories on Twitter and is hot.”

 “Ah, I see.”

 “Text us when you’re out,” she ordered, shooing him off.

---

The drive wasn’t long, but the beginning was a bit awkward.

 For starters, she was insistent he take the front seat. Which wasn’t exactly simpatico with his plan for this trip.

 Secondly.

 “This is a Škoda.”

 “Yeah.”

 “Why.”

 “Treasure likes the make.”

 “And an estate car?”

 “Sure. Got a kiddlywink coming.”

 The little spitfire was peering into the back.

 “This boot has a lot of space.”

 “Could have more,” Ghost replied, “the Mrs wanted the plugin hybrid.”

 A sage nod.

 “What’s the range like on the battery?”

 He shrugged.

 “‘Bout forty miles. Don’t really get in and out of the city without resorting to petrol.”

 She nodded.

 “Still, a sensible choice. Bit long, but at least it isn’t one of those SUV ‘truck’ monsters starting to infect the streets.”

 Ghost stared at her silently for a moment, face deathly straight.

 “I’ll get that front door for you, Captain.”

 The little shit was enjoying this.

 Price shifted the seat back as she squeezed in behind the driver’s seat.

 If they were in his vehicle, no one would have to squeeze anywhere.

 There was a short silence as they pulled out and headed down the road.

 “So, um, are you two married?” 

 “Nah. We’ve yet to give notice,” Ghost replied, eyes on the road.

 That was going to be fun to arrange.

 Price watched her nodding sagely in the back seat.

 “If you need a witness, let me know. I’m happy to help.”

 “There are easier ways to get free food.”

 She glared holes into the headrest.

 “I don’t even know why I like you, sometimes.”

 “I’ll come in handy next time you move.”

 She rolled her eyes before meeting Price’s in the mirror. Her look was a long suffering one.

 He shot her a smile.

 “I’m going to hold you to that,” she warned Ghost, smiling back. A sweet, beautiful little expression; another enticing falsehood.

 The man’s eyes crinkled into a smile in the periphery of Price’s vision.

 That just made his interest grow.

 Johnny’s stated desire to fix Ghost and this vivacious filly up made much more sense now. They seemed to gel together remarkably well, more than enough to try and keep her around as more than just Mrs MacTavish’s pretty friend.

 Smart man.

---

  Ghost dropped them off at the hospital.

 “I’ll leave him in your hands. Try not to create too many bodies.”

 “Don’t be mean.”

 He cocked his head at her.

 “If I was being mean I’d ask Price to keep you in check.”

 Ghost gave him a nod before rolling up the window and driving off.

 She looked at Price in utter bafflement.

 “High praise,” he smiled back, “means he thinks you can control yourself.”

 She looked at the ground.

 “Right.”

 It’s been awhile since he’s been in an NHS hospital, but he was unsurprised by the odd mixture of tech forward and outdated systems he found there.

 He sent her to find them seats as he signed in and went to triage, swinging by the toilets to wash the blood from his hands. Something he’d been far from expecting to do today, especially under such circumstances. He caught himself smiling in the mirror, he didn’t mind.

 At the second from the end on a rack of chairs was where he found her when he left, the space next to the wall holding her knitting bag clearly reserved for him.

How thoughtful.

 “Sorry about the wait,” he greeted, half as a warning to avoid a repeat performance of before.

 A flinch came when he picked up her bag and, instead of sitting, put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her towards the empty seat.

The old man next to them watched this with confusion, but lacked the courage to say anything about it.

 She didn’t, though.

 “What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded, pretence at resistance belied by obediently shifting over,

 “Trying to keep the body count low,” he replied. “I’m an old hand at  this and know how to lean into my men's talents and weaknesses.”

He sat next to her, shielding her from the OAP next to them and resting his arm on the hard plastic back.

 “I’m not one of your men,” she reminded him, pulling a slim booklet out of her bag.

 Oh, but she would be his woman soon enough.

 He chuckled, “thought about a military career?”

 Her own was somewhat weary. “I don’t think sudden bursts of violence would go down well in the Air Force.”

 “The air force? Why that branch?”

A sly grin, “my great aunt was a WAFF in the war. I’d like to follow in her footsteps, after a fashion.”

 “Makes sense,” he conceded.

 “Granddad was in the navy,” she continued. “So that would do okay, I suppose.”

 “Bit damp, don’t you think?”

 “Yeah, I’m not wild about it.”

 She flipped open her booklet and scanned a few lines.

 The monochrome image of various knitted pieces in flat lay opposite caught his eye.

 “That’s a lot of socks,” he noted.

 She dropped it onto his lap.

 “Make yourself useful and hold that,” she commanded, digging into her bag to pull out her knitting.

 Price peered at the pattern.

 “You’re knitting hospital stockings?”

 “Yeah, my friend’s flying long haul to Sydney for Mardi Gras. I’m knitting these to help prevent DVT.”

 “Mind if I?” He lifted the booklet.

 “Go ahead, I’m way off twenty inches.”

 He flipped back to the cover, a smart man standing in front of a light aircraft in what the legend declared to be ‘Service Woollies for Air, Land and Sea’ was depicted on it.

 It really was his good luck that Ghost had been too inside his own head to take advantage of Soap’s matchmaking, she was perfect.

 “So, how long have you been knitting?” he asked.

 The grin on her face told him exactly how he’d be spending the next few hours.

---

 It was almost a disappointment when the doctor arrived, watching her knit at speed while holding a full conversation about the absolute state of water companies was giving him the urge to just pull her into his lap.

 “Captain Price?”

 He raised his hand, too hypnotised by how his companion was somehow knitting even faster.

 “The note said you were amb-oh!” The doctor hovered nearby. “I see.”

 “Impressive, isn’t she?”

 “Very.”

 The look on her face was one of that sort of pleased embarrassment women often got when praised in public as she finished her row and stashed her knitting away.

 He extricated his arm from the back of her seat and stood, giving the doctor a greeting smile.

 The one she shot back was bright, “I’m Dr Kennedy, if you’d like to follow me?”

 He did, with a confident stride as his companion trailed after them.

 They were settled in a cubicle, him on the bed and her hovering near the curtain.

 “Right, so Captain,” the doctor said, looking up from her notes, “how did this happen?”

 John folded his arms and smiled at his companion.

 “I, erm, h-hit him with a hardback book,” she explained nervously.

 Dr Kennedy’s smile froze.

 “Right, well, would you mind if we spoke privately?”

 His erstwhile assailant took a smart step backwards.

 “Nope, absolutely not. I’ll, er… go buy us some overpriced soft drinks. Coke okay, John?”

 “I’d prefer just water.”

 She gave him a thumbs up and nearly ran out.

 He smiled fondly and turned to the doctor.

 Concern was written large on her face.

 “Er… is this a common occurrence, Captain?” she asked him warily.

 “First time it’s happened.”

 She noted this down.

 “And has she shown any concerning behaviours? Say about finances, or keeping you away from your friends?”

 “Oh, not at all.”

 Her brow furrowed.

 “Right… Look, I’m not going to mince words here. I’m concerned your partner may be abusive.”

 “We’re not even dating yet,” he replied smugly. “We met for the first time today, guess my girl just doesn’t like being surprised by strangers.”

 Dr Kennedy visibly relaxed.

 “Oh good. Abuse cases are always the worst for everyone.” She gave him a wry smile, “and it’d be the first time I’ve seen a suspected abuser sprint away to allow a private word. Still. Pays to be cautious, right?”

 “It does,” he agreed.

 Apparently good women were like buses, you don’t see one in ages and then a couple show up at once.

 “Let’s get that nose set so the poor thing doesn’t have an aneurysm.”

[fanfics4all]

Wishes Come True

Request: Yes / No List was made by @alpaca-clouds 

Requests are open only if its CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAY/ WINTER related <3 Have a nice day/night

John Murphy x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 432

Warnings: Nothing! 

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s):

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It was late at night when I found John standing at the balcony with his head resting on his hand. He was staring out at the beautiful night sky. We were finally safe on Sanctum. 

“Do you plan on jumping off?” I asked. He jumped slightly and turned to face me. 

“I wasn’t planning on it.” He answered with a small smirk. I walked over to him and lent against the railing besided him. The two of us were silent as we watched the night sky, it was peaceful. 

“Johnny! Look!” I said as I pointed up at the star that was leaving a small trail behind it. I closed my eyes and silently wished that John would someday return my feelings. I opened them and looked at John, who was already looking at me with a smile. 

“What’d you wish for?” He asked and I rolled my eyes at him. 

“You know if I tell you, it won’t come true.” I said and he chuckled. He looked back up at the sky. He looked lost in thought again. I watched him silently and slightly worried for him. He glanced back and me and silently studied my face. I tilted my head to the side in curiosity. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked and I looked at him with slightly wide eyes. His hand brushed my cheek and I blushed. I reached up and placed my hand on his neck. I brushed his bare chest slightly, watching my fingers. 

“You’re so handsom.” I muttered, not confident enough to say it any louder. John pulled my head up to face him and he slowly lent down. His lips met mine and wrapped his fingers into my hair. 

“I love you.” He whispered as he pulled back. I stared at him in shock but bit my lip to hide the smile. 

“Really?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“Yes really, Y/N.” He said and I blushed deeper. 

“I-I love you too…” I whispered. John pulled me in for another kiss and I smiled. 

“Guess wishes do come true.” I giggled. He looked at me confused and I looked back up at the sky. 

“I wished that you’d return how I felt about you… didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.” I said and he chuckled. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder. 

“I’ve always loved you, Y/N.” He whispered and I blushed. We continued to watch the night sky in silence and I relished in the feeling of having John hold me so close.

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[1nv1s1bl3-r41ndr0p5]

Hey! I'm Petrichor/Petri, and I use he/they pronouns :)

I've been on Tumblr for many years now (different blogs) and I decided I wanted a fresh start!!

~about me~

I am a minor- over 18s are welcome on my blog, but no NSFW accounts please!! (terfs, homophobes, racists, etc. = DNI)

I am autistic- a lot of my posts will be related to this!! I also have a lot of mental and physical health problems, so be prepared to see a lot of vents :)

I have been battling a self-harm addiction for 9 years (currently not clean :/) and disordered eating for 6 1/2.

I am transgender FtM and bi-aroace (technically, I'm nebularomantic but, but I say aro usually as it is easier for people to understand).

~what do I like?~

My favourite film is The Imitation Game (my beloved <3), and I like shows and flims such as: Ghosts, Horrible Histories, Bridgerton, Heartstopper, Sherlock, Moomin, Good Omens, Bluey, Stranger Things, Shameless, Hidden Figures, Brooklyn 99 and Coraline.

I LOVE musicals. My favourites are Hamilton, Six, Dear Evan Hansen, Hairspray and Les Misèrables.

I like reading too!! My favourite books are The Seven Sisters series by Lucinda Riley

Music is my main coping mechanism, I listen to music every day and it helps me massively :)

>My favourite band is Bears in Trees and I mostly listen to indie/vent music and musicals

My hyperfixations are plants, stationery, writing, poetry, Hamilton, anagrams + word puzzles, birds, sharks, alpacas, space and The Imitation Game.

I have an ESSA (emotional support stuffed animal) called Penelope. She is a penguin and I take her everywhere!!

IMPORTANT!!

I am trying to cope with what I believe is DID. I've noticed signs of it for a while (many years) but recently it's got a lot worse and I can't hide it anymore. If you know me irl and I haven't told you, feel free to ask (tbh that goes for anyone on here) about it.

Currently there are 4 entities? alters? headmates? that appear? front? this terminology is confusing and idk what I'm allowed to say bc I'm not officially diagnosed.

E (irl me), co-host (🌿)

Petri/Petrichor, co-host- I use their name for my tumblr now (🦠)

Brynn, protector I guess?? (🎧)

Rain, child alter and only speaks French (🌧)

Sparrow, child alter and is non-verbal (🦅)

don't hate us for this, it's scary and we're just trying to figure out what's going on as a system.

(also if it is DID instead of maladaptive daydreaming I would be a traumagenic system)

☆about my neurodiversity☆

•about my mental and physical health•

my mutuals are:

@kaipler-22b

@mossy-introvert

@loulooser

@s1l4s-w0rsh1ps-t0m4t03s

@sunshinerosefromthedead

@sp4rklemuffin

tags!!

#petri rambles

#petrichor's thoughts

#petri vents

#petri-tism

#petrichor-blimey

#petrichor outside!!

#rain 🌧

#brynn 🎧

#sparrow 🦅

#sparrow's silent rambles

#petri 🌿

[theblackestnight-ffxiv]

[ffxivwrite2024] prompt 8: free day

Prompt 8: free day

When she was concentrating, Airraim got a particular furrow in her brow. D’zinhla found it desperately endearing. She also found it endearing that Airraim would scowl if attention was drawn to it, a scowl which only deepened the furrow. 

Right now, she stayed silent, merely watching her beloved over the rim of her glasses. D’zinhla had been working on more transcriptions, work that was very pleasant to do with Airraim also present in the room. Airraim’s own work was at her botany workbench, where she was examining the growth of the plants she tended. It was while she was doing this that D’zinhla had taken note of that furrow of concentration, and paused her own work to admire her.

Airraim hadn’t noticed her regard, putting all her focus into the seedling she was examining. She tilted her head, delicately brushed the newly formed leaves aside, then frowned in consideration, and all the while D’zinhla watched, her heart swelling with warmth for the person who had stolen it.

Whatever it was that had so captured Airraim’s attention seemed to have instilled a low-level frustration in her, because she set the seedling back down and sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Zinhla, next time we go to the market, I’ll-” She broke off as she looked at her, and found her already watching. A wry smile twisted her lips. “How long have you been staring?”

D’zinhla couldn’t help but grin. “Long enough.” She pushed her chair back from her desk, crossing over to slide her arm across Airraim’s shoulders. “I adore you.”

Airraim chuckled, her tail swishing as she leaned into the half-embrace. “You make this quite obvious, my heart. Not that I’ll ever tire of hearing it.” She lifted her hand to where D’zinhla’s rested on her shoulder, brushing her fingertips over her knuckles.

“Mm.” She leaned down to rest her head against Airraim’s, inhaling her scent, mixed as it was with the loam of potting soil, the green of her plants, and the soft floral fragrance that clung to her. She could easily get distracted by this. “But you were saying?”

“I was saying, the next time we go to the market, I think I’ll need to try something different for these new seedlings.” Airraim gestured with her free hand at the dozen or so, in small cups of soil. “I think they need soil that drains better. Or containers that do. They’re showing signs of retaining too much water.”

“I see. Easily accomplished, I’ll make sure we spend time there.” The climate of Ishgard made gardens a very difficult matter, but the proliferation of greenhouses and conservatories proved that its people were still quite willing to try. Clever things could be done with arrangements of crystals, for instance. Airraim had no few contacts among Ishgard’s green thumbs, and was starting to gain a name for herself, mostly for the exotic plants from far-off places that she provided to them in exchange for their support and advice with her own plants. It was a nice arrangement, and one that made D’zinhla delighted, for it meant that Airraim had her own connections at a remove from herself. Certainly the reason she went to those far-off places was because of D’zinhla, but the work with the plants was all Airraim, and her botanical colleagues here in the city were her connections first and foremost. It gave her joy and relief to see Airraim at work within those connections.

“Thank you,” Airraim murmured, looking up at her with a soft smile. “I do apologize for distracting you from your own work.”

“Oh,” and she waved her own free hand dismissively at her desk. “Nothing terribly interesting. Just transcribing a few more copies of that Pelupelu alpaca-herd song. It’s astonishingly similar in structure to a La Noscean shepherd song, so I have some inquiries of my own to make. But nothing I regret setting aside for some moments of admiration.”

“Careful, or one might think you’re utterly besotted.” Behind the teasing words there was a softness, the softness that told her that Airraim still quietly marveled that she was the focus of D’zinhla’s affections. She could recognize it, because she had the mirror of it herself. 

So she smiled. “Of course I am. How could I not be?” And she pressed a kiss to Airraim’s cheek, rewarded with the soft flush of her skin.

Airraim was silent for a few more moments, then sighed softly, the hint of a purr in her exhalation. “My heart,” she murmured, and D’zinhla knew that this time, at least, she had won, with Airraim having no further comeback but her favorite term of endearment.

With her heart full to bursting, she said, “I love you too.”

[onboardsorasora]

in honor of a maxiel second row for the mexico gp…what if Enchanted AU update? (On your own time frame tho 😅)

Hi Nonnie! I woke up to this and said 'they're absolutely correct'. I'd started something a few days ago but didn't know where I wanted to take it. And this prompt along with yesterday pointed me in this direction. I hope you like it! Its also unedited, so hopefully it reads well and has no mistakes lol

Part 1 | Part 11

Part 12

Daniel cackled gleefully as the wind blew through his long curls. They were driving through the hills, like Max pinky promised they would, and he was having the best time. They've been cruising for what felt like hours and when they got to empty strips of road; they’d floor it like a drag race. 

Daniel’s favorite part might be when Max grabs for the hand hold overhead. He always enjoyed making his Dad do it, Michelle was harder because she knew his driving style by now. Max had been a whole new challenge, being a race car driver used to high speeds. But Daniel had been excited to learn that all it took to break Max was drifting around a blind corner going down the mountain road. 

It was exhilarating.

Daniel pulled off to the ridge that had a bannister and bench– boasting a lovely view of the sunset over the city.

He all but jumped out of the sports car positively vibrating with happy energy. Chelle would call it his zoomies. He needed to sing, he needed to run with a horse! He wanted to tear his shirt off!

"Don't do that." Max came out of the car, catching his breath.

Daniel's mouth snapped shut, apparently he was singing. A bird flapped its wings overhead and landed in his curls. Daniel bounced from leg to leg, the wide grin set on his face like clay.

Max eyed him consideringly, a small smile on his face. He armed the car and slipped the key fob into the pocket of his pants.

"Hey Daniel?" It was comical how quickly Daniel's head snapped over to his direction, his brown eyes were wide and sparkling.

"Yeah Maxy?" Daniel bit the cuticle on his thumb, waiting for Max's next words. He didn't expect them though.

"Race you!" Max yelled and then he was off like a bullet. Daniel squaked in outrage before apologizing to the bird on his head and running off after the race car driver.

Max lead him into a short copse of trees where they zig zagged through the foliage in an approximation of tag. Daniel laughed joyously, waving to the different animals that came to watch or lead them in different directions. Obstacles were added by a deer that knew a "better path". And a family of rabbits wanted Daniel to win!

Before long they collapsed in a sunny spot, giggling intermittently. Max's face was flushed from exertion and Daniel couldn't look away. He knew he was equally flushed and sweaty, but Max was lovely.

"Where did you learn to drive like that?" Max broke the silence first.

"My dad taught me. I wanted to run with the horses but it wasn't the safest idea, he'd said. So we drove his truck alongside the herd." Daniel preened, Max liked his driving.

"You learned to drift because of horses?" Max's disbelief was clear. Daniel cackled.

"No!" He sang. "I taught myself to drift to scare Papa. He was always so cool and calm so I wanted to ruffle him a little. It was Joey's idea to scare him. Joey's an alpaca."

Max nodded with a snort. He could see that. Joe was always the silent luker in his calls with Michelle. Like he was watching and waiting for any slip ups. He was very protective. Max supposed they truly needed to be. 

He'd only just gotten back into good graces after the video incident.

"You could've been a racer." Max said offhandedly and Daniel's eyes widened comically. 

He'd been playing with the grass by his hips and before he knew it he found himself on his back with an armful of Daniel. He was hugging Max so tightly.

Daniel leaned backwards a little, hovering over Max with the widest grin, so wide his eyes almost disappeared in their crescents. Daniel positively glowed and his tattoos that had been merely fluttering in the afterglow of their playing were moving almost wildly. Wings fluttering, petals blooming, legs dancing– the works.

"Thank you Maxy. That means a lot." Was all Daniel said and Max knew that there was more to it. But he wouldn't focus on that right now. Not when Daniel was looking so lovely above him, glowing under the rays of the sun.

Part 13

[sweetestofchaos]

TOTW Chapter 1

paring: ot7 x oc!hybrid rating/genre/au: PG-16, Angst, Fluff, Parent AU, Hybrid AU, Non-Idol AU warnings: Mentions Of Death, Crying, Feelings Of Loss By A Child, Child Abandonment, Child Neglect (not graphic), Hybrid Trafficking, Alpaca!Seokjin, Pied-Bellied Shield Tail Snake!Yoongi, Human!Namjoon, Human!Hoseok, Human!Jimin, Human!Taehyung, Kangaroo!Jungkook, Quoll!OC wc: 7.2K

“Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark.”― Pierce Brown

a/n 1: Okay, it’s here...finally. It took me a while to figure out a few minor/major things, but now that I have them, this bad boy can start taking off. Thank you so much for reading and I hope that you enjoy Imani’s crazy journey with BTS as they learn each others heart. If you would like to be added to the taglist just let me know!

a/n 2: @quirkybtsarmy​ and @namjinsmoonchile​ are my wonderful betas for this chapter. Thanks for working with me!

taglist: @elliedearest​

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The room is filled with soft murmurs and sniffles from humans and hybrids alike, as they stand in line to pay their respects. A man with dark brown hair stands silently off to the side farthest away from the casket holding onto a small hand. Beside him, a little girl, no older than four stands dressed in all black with tears rolling down her face. Two little black ears are folded downward towards her head, nearly hidden in the thick mass of curls while her spotted tail wraps around her calf limply.

Person after person pats the little girl’s head and offers words of comfort making more tears spill down the girl’s face. The man beside her sighs and crouches down to her level, “I know it hurts. I’m hurting too. We’re almost done, okay? Hold on just a little longer and then we can go home.” The little girl nods her head at the man’s words, and he pets her head, gently scratching around the base of her furry ears.

“Oh, Vincent!” A larger older woman throws herself at Vincent once he stands, nearly knocking him to the floor. “Lisa was such a good woman. I can’t believe she’s gone!” The woman wails and Imani whines softly in her throat at the woman’s words. She’s gone…mommy isn’t coming back.

“O-okay, Edith. It’s okay.” Vincent rubs the older woman’s back with a sigh. “We’ll get through this together.”

Edith pulls herself away from Vincent and wipes at her eyes, “I know you will dear. You’ve done such a fine job helping Lisa, raise her…daughter. I never would have pegged you as the family man.” Edith turns her eyes to Imani and frowns. “Raising a hybrid on your own, you are a Godsend!”

Vincent shakes his head, “I’m just happy that Lisa granted me custody of Imani before she-” Vincent clears his throat and places his arm around Imani’s shoulders, pulling her closer to his side. “I’m just happy Imani is finally mine.”

2 months later

Imani fights back tears as she sits in the large blue seat beside Vincent. There are a lot of voices and different smells that make Imani’s heightened senses react badly. She can’t stop sneezing and Vincent has already yelled at her about making a scene in public. A flight attendant walks down the aisle with a smile on her face as she checks on everyone before the flight starts. There are two orange triangles on the top of her head along with a bright orange tail with a white tip. She spots Imani and stops beside Vincent. 

“Sir, would you like a pair of noise canceling headphones for her? We spray scent blockers throughout the cabin right before takeoff, so the flight should be more bearable for her.”

Vincent stares up at the fox hybrid and frowns, “Is that extra?”

The smile on the woman’s face drops a little at the question, “No sir. The headphones are free.”

“Yeah, you can give her a pair.” 

The fox runs off to get Imani a pair of noise canceling headphones and she even grabs a fresh blanket that is still in its packaging. She remembers her first flight; it was terrifying, and she was much older than the little hybrid. She hopes that the blanket will help comfort the little girl. As the fox hybrid returns to Imani’s aisle, she notices that the man is not beside her. She offers the young girl a smile, “Do you know that man, sweetie?” The fox hybrid questions with a soft smile on her face and Imani nods her head.

“That’s Vincent, we’re going on a twip.”

The hybrid frowns at the news, but quickly slaps another smile onto her face, “That’s nice.” She holds out the headphones and blanket. “These headphones will help quiet everything down and this blanket is super soft. It’s perfect to sleep with or just hold.” Imani stares at the blanket and the woman laughs softly. “Would you like me to help you put the headphones on?” Imani nods her head, and the fox hybrid carefully sets the headphones on top of Imani’s head, making sure not to mash her ears down. 

“Better?” Imani gives a thumbs up and the hybrid’s smile widens. She notices Vincent coming back and sighs before she gives Imani the blanket. “Try to get some rest dear, okay?” Imani nods her head, and the fox hybrid leaves before Vincent can tell her to move out of his way.

Soon after Vincent sits down, the flight attendants spray the scent blocker as the plane starts to roll down the runway. Imani squeezes the blanket tightly in her hands as the plane lifts into the air and she whines low in her throat as the plane starts to shake. Ignoring the sounds that Imani makes, Vincent puts his own headphones in his ears and listens to music, closing his eyes and ignoring the world around him. Imani reaches out for Vincent’s hand and flinches when he pulls his hand away from her. 

“Vegas baby!”

“Woooo!”

Jimin and Hoseok are screaming out the windows of their fancy rental car while Seokjin drives. Music blares from the speakers and Namjoon sighs, shaking his head at his mates.

“Get in the car, crazies!” Yoongi hisses and he quickly grabs the back of their shirts, pulling them into the car. “Do you want to get arrested?” 

“Hyung, they won’t arrest us for shouting,” Jimin laughs and Jungkook nods his head in agreement.

“It’s Vegas, Hyung. I’m sure they’ve seen a lot worse.”

Namjoon glances at the others in the rearview mirror from his seat beside Seokjin, “Does everyone remember the game plan for tonight?” 

“Ice cream!”

“Movie!”

“Dinner!” 

The three youngest in the group all shout over each other and Hoseok laughs. “Dinner, movie and then ice cream…maybe we can see the water show after if our baby mates aren’t too tuckered out.”

“Hey! I have more stamina than a horse!” Jungkook puffs out his chest proudly and Jimin is quick to cuddle into his side. 

“Yes, you do,” Jimin purrs and Jungkook’s whole face heats up making everyone laugh.

“Did you guys decide on a movie?” Seokjin prompts from the front seat and Taehyung nods his head.

“Where are we eating, Hyung?” Hoseok questions turning his eyes towards Namjoon who is scrolling through his phone.

“Made a reservation at Bazaar Meats, thinking we could have something fun.”

The ride to the hotel is filled with laughter and shouting as everyone talks over each other. Las Vegas, the city of sin, the first vacation that everyone is able to spend together in a very long time thanks to Jimin’s dance studio having to participate in a competition here. The dance competition is only four days long, but Jimin will stay behind with his mates for a total of six days and fly back to South Korea on the seventh day. Seokjin smiles as he stops at a red light and watches as people cross the street, men, women, and children of all ages just enjoying the nightlife.

Their plane landed an hour ago and it took a while to get everything together for the rental car, there was a screw up on the dealer's part. Now, once they get to the hotel, everyone will wash up and relax for an hour before they have to leave for Bazaar Meats. Seokjin is thinking that dinner will take at least two hours with a group as large as theirs and the movie will be at least an hour and a half; so, it will be a long night. Seokjin’s fluffy cream colored tail twitches in excitement and he finds himself smiling as the light turns green.

“What are you smiling about, Jinnie hyung?” Namjoon wonders and Seokjin’s furry ears twitch at the question.

“When was the last time we were all together like this, Joon? Huh?” Seokjin’s smile stretches farther onto his face. “This is just really nice, that’s all.”

Imani’s heart is pounding in her chest harshly, her eyes darting around from side to side taking in all the unfamiliar scents that are surrounding her. She wants to leave. She wants to leave this unfamiliar place right now. Artificial light seeps into the slits of her carrier and Imani cries softly, her weak cp-cps filling the air as doors slam loudly in the distance. She can’t see much from inside her carrier, but she can smell Vincent, at least he is still with her. The sound of a door opening catches Imani’s attention and Vincent walks farther into the room before he shuts it behind him.

Everything is silent and Imani can only smell Vincent’s cologne. Imani’s cage is jostled as it’s set down and soon Imani is blinded by bright white lights as Vincent removes the top of her carrier. There is a camera sitting on a tripod and it’s pointed directly at Imani. Her ears press down flat against her head and her tail curls up tightly by her side as she stares at the camera. 

“Come on, get out.” Vincent is firm with his words and scruffs Imani by the back of her neck before he picks Imani up and sets her on the tabletop. “Walk in a circle.”

Imani whines, the fur on her little face wet with tears as she tries to backtrack into the carrier.

“Imani,” Vincent warns and Imani freezes. She doesn’t like it when Vincent uses that tone of voice, it’s not a nice voice. Trembling, Imani walks farther into the middle of the table, and she carefully walks in a large circle before he looks up at Vincent. There are three knocks at the door and Vincent grins before he pats the top of Imani’s head. “Good girl, Imani.” Vincent sets the top of the carrier down on the table and slides the small crossbody bag off his body, setting it beside the carrier as well.

“You are staying here now, okay? Listen to what you’re told and be a good girl.”

Imani cries and scurries to the edge of the table trying to latch onto Vincent’s arm but she’s not fast enough. Vincent is out of the room and Imani starts to chirp in distress, not liking being left alone. Hurrying into the carrier, Imani burrows under the blanket that is in there and curls into the smallest ball that she can. She cries and cries, wishing that Vincent would come back and take her home. She wants to go home!

The door to the room opens and the scent of amethyst and smoke fills the room. Footsteps get closer and closer to the table and Imani growls in warning. Leave. I’m scared. I’m scared. Leave.

“Hey…” The voice is clipped but friendly. “Do you want to shift? We can get ice cream…d-do you like ice cream?”

Imani’s eyes twitch at the mention of ice cream and she chirps softly. Someone laughs and the blanket covering Imani is removed. Imani blinks at the bright lights and she sees a woman staring at her with the cross bag in her hands.

“Come on, let's get some ice cream.”

Standing in line at The Milk Bar, Jimin giggles as Taehyung’s hair tickles his chin as the taller mate kisses his exposed shoulder. Taehyung peppers closed mouth kisses to Jimin’s neck and shoulder while holding him gently in his arms. There are so many people around and Taehyung would hate to lose sight of Jimin in the crowd. Giggling, Jimin tries to push Taehyung’s head away from him and being unsuccessful, he huffs and crosses his arm over his chest. 

Deciding to try and focus on the menu, Jimin lifts his face, and his eyes meet a set of dark brown eyes. Jimin looks at the little girl standing in front of him, and she has to be the most adorable baby he has ever seen. Her hair is dark and curly, pulled into a large puff of hair; almost hiding the set of black furry ears on her head and she has a matching tail that is curled around her leg. Her outfit is cute too, a deep pink sweater that’s tucked into baggy jeans with white Nikes.

Jimin offers the child a smile and she is quick to duck around her guardian’s legs making Jimin frown. He hopes he didn’t scare the little girl. Before Jimin can dwell on the thought for long, the little girl pops her head back around the woman’s legs and Jimin grins. Oh. She wants to play with him! Wanting to indulge such a sweet child, Jimin lifts his hands to his face and covers his eyes. He pulls his hands away and the girl’s own tiny hands are covering her face. Jimin keeps his fingers in front of his mouth to muffle his laughter as the little girl pulls her hands away and her eyes widen when Jimin quickly covers his face back up.

“What are you doing, love?” Taehyung questions when he notices that Jimin is moving a lot in his arms.

“I’m playing peek-a-boo!” Jimin chuckles and Taehyung looks ahead to see the cutest little hybrid girl ever covering her face like Jimin with a smile on her face. “Do you want to play with us?” Jimin offers and Taehyung grins, nodding his head. Unwrapping his arms from around Jimin’s waist, Taehyung keeps his hands placed on Jimin’s hips and he ducks down behind Jimin’s shoulders.

Jimin’s whole body shakes as he laughs and when Taehyung pops back up to look over Jimin’s shoulder the little girl’s eyes are wide in delight at having two friends to play with. Taehyung notices that the girl’s tail is swaying lightly behind her and the ears on top of her head are pointed in their direction which makes Taehyung grin.

“Hello, baby!” Taehyung is unable to stop himself from talking to the little girl; noticing that the young woman she is with is paying the little girl no mind as she blabbers away on the phone.

“Helwo!” The little girl chirps and Taehyung is in love, what a sweet little voice.

Hearing the little girl’s voice, the woman stops talking on the phone and turns around with a glare on her face. She frowns at Jimin and Taehyung before she grabs hold of the little girl’s hand and pulls her to stand in front of her.

“What did I say, huh? Don’t talk to anyone.”

Taehyung frowns hearing that, and he notices that the little girl’s ears drop and her tail wraps tightly around her calf. Jimin laces his fingers with Taehyung’s and leans back into his chest, “It’s okay TaeTae. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Jimin knows that Taehyung’s feelings are hurt, and he frowns slightly seeing that the little girl is now upset as well. 

“Oh! It’s about to be our turn. Get the guys!” Jimin pushes Taehyung away from him and Taehyung walks over to the others that were sitting farther back to keep out of the way. Jimin watches Taehyung walk away and when he turns back around the little girl is no longer standing in front of him and Jimin sighs. Well at least he was able to brighten up her night a little bit.

The others come to Jimin’s side, and he smiles leaning into Yoongi’s side while everyone places their order. Yoongi hands Jimin his ice cream and Jungkook bounces on the ball of his feet, his long tan tail bobbing with his movement.

“Hyung! Hyung c-can we walk to the fountains? I wanna walk and eat my ice cream!” The tan ears on top of Jungkook’s head twitch as he waits for any of his older mates to answer him and Yoongi looks around at everyone before he raises an eyebrow at Seokjin. Seokjin’s ears twitch as a cool wind blows and he nods his head while licking at the ice cream on his spoon.

“Are you okay walking and eating Kookie?” Namjoon jokes and Jungkook’s nose scrunches up before he laughs at Namjoon who drops the spoon in his hand.

“Are you okay walking and eating, Hyung?” Jungkook teases and everyone laughs while Namjoon’s ears darken in embarrassment. 

Shaking his head, Seokjin grabs Namjoon another spoon before they all start to walk to the Bellagio Fountains which according to Hoseok’s phone is only twelve minutes away. Walking hand in hand with Seokjin, Yoongi keeps his eyes trained on the people around them. There is a nice mixture of humans and hybrids walking around, a few people gawk at Jungkook because of his tail. A Kangaroo hybrid is extremely rare. There are only fifteen of them in the world currently, Jungkook’s family making up four of them. They weren’t always rare but before the hybrid care act was passed, most of them were bred for the fighting rings and either died in the ring or had to be put down for being feral. 

Reaching the fountains, Yoongi and Jimin snap photos as Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok pose in front of the water. Namjoon and Seokjin pose together and Yoongi smiles, he’s glad that he took off work to come to Las Vegas. Looking up from his phone, Yoongi notices Taehyung is looking off in the distance and before he can say anything, Taehyung is pulling Jimin by the wrist away from the fountains. Maybe he just had to use the restroom.

“T-Tae what are you doing?” Jimin whines, his heeled boots clicking loudly on the pavement as he tries to keep up with Taehyung’s wide strides. “Tae?” Jimin tries to pull his hand free from Taehyung’s grasps but it’s no use.

“Jimin, look. I-isn’t that the little girl from before?” Taehyung turns Jimin’s attention to a small hybrid girl dressed in the same pink sweater and baggy jeans, the only difference in her appearance is that there is no smile on her face, and she looks close to tears. Also, the woman from before is nowhere to be found, a large man twice the size of Namjoon and Jungkook combined is standing with the girl. He has no hair and there is a large spider web tattoo on the back of his neck.

“Tae…” Jimin squeezes Taehyung’s hand feeling his heart throb painfully at the sight of the little hybrid.

“Get Yoongi Hyung, quick!” Taehyung lets go of Jimin’s hand and Jimin hesitates.

“W-what are you gonna do?” Jimin worries and Taehyung offers him that wide smile. “Tae-”

“Go, we have to make sure she’s okay.”

Jimin nods his head and hurries off towards his mates, praying that nothing bad is happening to that sweet child. Taehyung straightens his tie and runs a hand through his hair, pushing it from his forehead briefly before he squares his shoulders and walks over towards the larger man. He notices that the man is on the phone and Taehyung easily stands in the man’s blind spot. The little girl looks at him and he smiles softly at her. 

Tears start to fall from her eyes and Taehyung gulps; clearly something is wrong here. Taehyung tries to get a good look at the man and his blood runs cold when he overhears the man mention the HBM, the hybrid black market. Taehyung tries to remember what he’s heard about the HBM from the news and there should be some kind of mark on the man signaling that he’s a part of the group.

In the distance, Taehyung can see his mates coming his way and he makes the split decision to save the little girl. Taking a deep breath, Taehyung waves the little girl over with a tight smile and she runs into his arms crying. Her cries draw the man’s attention to Taehyung and Taehyung quickly scoops the little girl up in his arms.

“Hey!” The man snaps and the girl starts to wail loudly drawing even more eyes onto the three of them.

“What’s going on?”

“Taehyung?”

“What’s wrong?”

Yoongi easily puts himself between Taehyung and the man while Seokjin wraps his arms around Taehyung trying to help soothe the little girl. Jungkook and Namjoon stand on either side of Yoongi glaring at the man while a crowd starts to form.

“Give me my kid back.” The man demands and Jimin speaks up with a shake of his head.

“She’s not yours! You stole her!”

Shocked gasps ring out and people are starting to record the whole thing while others call the police.

“W-What?” The man is shaking, his eyes wide with rage as he tries to reach past the guys. Yoongi hisses and the man flinches away staring at Yoongi confused. “Y-You’re a hybrid?”

“I can smell them on you,” Yoongi growls, keeping his words vague, and the man is starting to sweat. This wasn’t part of the plan…damnit!

Sirens go off and the man curses before he makes a break for it. Jungkook and Yoongi take off after him along with three officers. People are shouting for the man to stop, and two other officers walk over to the rest of the group.

“Can someone explain what’s going on?”

“Is anyone hurt?”

Namjoon steps towards the offers and scratches the back of his neck, “We think the man that ran away is part of the HBM.” Namjoon motions to the little girl in Taehyung’s arms who is still crying. “We don’t know where she was taken from…but we saw her about fifteen minutes ago with someone else.”

Taehyung hands the girl to Seokjin and Seokjin coos as her little hands grab fist fulls of his fluffy cardigan. Seokjin rubs his chin lightly against her head, scenting the little girl quietly as he starts to rock her in his arms. Taehyung stands beside Namjoon and explains everything he saw and heard to the cops. By the end of his explanation, the cops are shaking his hand.

“Would you all mind coming down to the station? We need to handle this in a timely manner so that these sickos don’t get away.”

“Yeah, we can do that…” Namjoon looks at Seokjin who is still holding the little girl in his arms, sound asleep it seems while he rubs her back. The girl’s tail is loosely wrapped around Seokjin’s wrist and it’s getting more and more limp. “What about the girl?” Namjoon questions and the cops look at the two hybrids.

“Is he an omega by chance?” 

“Yes, he’s the pack omega.” Namjoon answers and the cops nod their heads.

“It’s not protocol, but would he mind riding with us? One of you can come along too.”

“I’ll go!” Taehyung volunteers and Namjoon levels him with a good look before he nods his head.

“Stay with Hyung, we’ll be right behind you, guys.” Namjoon kisses Taehyung’s temple and hugs him tightly. Jimin and Hoseok kiss Seokjin’s lips before they turn their attention to Taehyung and kiss him as well. Namjoon cups Seokjin’s cheek and smiles, “Be safe.”

The officer's walkie talkies go off and everyone listens as they are informed that the man from earlier has been caught thanks to the Kangaroo hybrid, but he’s been hurt.

“What?!” Seokjin’s face goes pale and Jimin is quick to help support the little girl in Seokjin’s arms. “My…my Kookie is hurt?”

“Hey, Jin…” Namjoon shakes his head. “Focus, okay? Yoongi Hyung is with him, he’s okay. I’ll stay behind here and wait for the others. Hoseok, head to the station with everyone else. I’ll give you a call the moment I get word of Kook’s condition.”

“I can do that. Jimin, what are you gonna do?” Hoseok questions and Jimin chews on his bottom lip. He wants to check on Jungkook, but he can’t leave Taehyung or the little girl.

“I-I’ll go with them,” Jimin reaches for Taehyung’s hand and the two lace their fingers together. “But Joon, shouldn’t you come with us? You’re better at English than the rest of us.” Jimin points out and Hoseok has to agree. He can understand a lot, but he knows he would struggle to answer some questions that the cops might ask.

“Shit, right…Um Hobi do you mind staying behind?”

“I’ll keep you posted,” Hoseok reassures everyone as Namjoon digs in Seokjin’s pocket and tosses the keys to Hoseok. Hoseok watches everyone else follow behind the cops to their cruiser. Seokjin and Taehyung sit in the back with the little girl while Namjoon sits in the front seat of the other cruiser with Jimin in the back seat. Hoseok sighs and runs a hand through his hair. So much for a relaxing vacation.

Seokjin is a blubbering mess as he listens to the loud chirps and cries of distress from the little girl in the room down the hall. Since none of the guys are family members, the doctors on staff made them leave and the little girl has been calling for help ever since. It’s breaking Seokjin’s heart, his natural animal instincts going crazy as the others hold him back from breaking down the door. Seokjin is crying in Taehyung’s arms while Namjoon and Jimin are explaining everything to the cops. Hoseok is keeping his eyes on Seokjin while Yoongi is watching over Jungkook as a doctor patches up a few cuts on his face. Jungkook was able to catch up to the man and they got into a fight, Jungkook being a Kangaroo gave him a huge advantage, but Yoongi thinks it’s because Jungkook is a personal trainer more than anything.

“Aren’t they done yet?” Seokjin snaps trying to get out of Taehyung’s arms.

“Hyung,” Hoseok warns softly and Seokjin glares at him.

“She’s scared!” Seokjin growls and Yoongi hisses under his breath. Seeing his pack omega so upset makes his alpha uneasy plus he can smell mildew and rancid water seeping from the door that the hybrid girl is in. She isn’t scared, she’s absolutely terrified. The cries stop suddenly and Seokjin jumps to his feet, pushing Taehyung away from him. Yoongi goes to his side and grabs Seokjin’s wrist, pushing his own fresh dried laundry scent out to help soothe the older omega. Seokjin’s eyes narrow as he walks closer to the door, his calming lavender and vanilla scent burnt and bitter.

The door opens and two doctors step out, their faces drawn into a neutral mask of indifference as they spot Seokjin and Yoongi. The one doctor is a calico cat hybrid, and she can smell the unpleasantness of Seokjin’s displeasure.

“She shifted the moment she woke up, so we weren’t able to check her human form very well. She’s sleeping for now. We chose to sedate her so that she wouldn’t hurt herself in her panic.” The doctor keeps her eyes locked with Seokjin as she speaks. “She’s malnourished, but thankfully there are no other signs of physical abuse.”

Seokjin lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and Yoongi squeezes his hand tightly, “What’s her story?” Yoongi questions slowly, doing his best to make sure the doctors understand his English. He may not know the little girl but she’s just a child and he will do anything to help make sure she’s safe.

The hybrid doctor smiles softly realizing that they must not be from the States. She speaks slowly, “We can’t say for sure. Not until her blood results come back from the lab…but I would say a female Quoll between the age of three and five based on her size.”

“What happens to her now?” Seokjin mumbles, feeling a headache starting to form from all the adrenaline rushing through his body starting to fade.

“That’s up to the cops. Most children her age that are part of the HBM are usually bred for it or sold into it. That bunch knows better than to kidnap anyone nowadays. The laws supporting hybrids have made sure of that.”

Seokjin frowns at that news. He would much rather the young girl have been stolen from a loving home than to have been sold to the black market. Yoongi bows to the doctors and Seokjin follows along making the doctors both stare at them with wide eyes.

“Thank you, doctor.” Yoongi stands and pulls Seokjin back to the group, seeing that Namjoon and Jimin have joined them again.

“What did the doctors say?” Taehyung asks, his dark eyes swimming with a million questions.

Seokjin slumps down into his seat beside Taehyung and Yoongi sighs, “She is a rare breed. A Quoll and they aren’t sure of her age because she’s malnourished. They think she might be three or five.”

“Oh, pup…” Jungkook whispers, his bottom lip quivering as he thinks of all the horrors that little girl must have faced all on her own.

Namjoon clears his throat, gaining everyone’s attention, “The cops said that she was sold to an orphanage that has ties to the HBM. They are going to investigate her family to see what happened.”

“What happens if she has no one?” Jimin worries and everyone stares at each other.

“Pack Alpha…” Taehyung stares at Yoongi with wet eyes and Seokjin joins him followed closely behind by Jimin and Jungkook.

Yoongi narrows his slitted eyes and Namjoon sighs while Hoseok chuckles. “Fine…let’s put it to a vote.”

Taehyung, Seokjin, Jimin and Jungkook’s hands all shoot up while Hoseok raises his hand with a shake of his head. Namjoon looks at his mates and thinks over everything that would change if they were to adopt a hybrid child. It’s always been something that they’ve all talked about, Seokjin is the only one that can carry a child but none of them are the same breed, so it doesn’t matter…plus the success rate of a hybrid and human couple having a child is less than forty percent. 

None of them want to put Seokjin through that kind of emotional trauma. Namjoon thinks of the guest room on the nesting floor and what it would be like to hear a child’s laughter fill their home. Namjoon smiles fondly and raises his hand. Yoongi nods his head and licks his lips, his forked tongue tasting the hope in the air.

“Joon, go talk to the cops, let them know we would like to start the adoption process right away if we can.”

“Really?” Taehyung’s voice is filled with tears and Seokjin starts crying again while Jimin and Jungkook tear up. Hobi grins as he holds Jungkook and Yoongi nods his head, smiling at his pack.

“We have the room and we’ve all talked about adopting before…now seems like a good time, right?”

Namjoon and Jimin stay in Las Vegas while the rest of the pact head back to South Korea. Everyone was on edge about leaving but Seokjin thought it best to get a head start on child proofing. Jimin wanted to help too but he still has to take care of his dancers and finish the competition. Namjoon makes sure to keep the guys updated with any new information and so far, he has learned a lot about the little hybrid, Imani. The child has had a rough few months from what the police have told Namjoon. 

Her father died two years after she was born, and her mother was killed in a hit and run two months ago. Imani’s godfather was found to have signed over his right to Imani and sold her to the orphanage for a large sum of money. Vincent Ortiz is currently on the run with his face on the news, often. Namjoon knows that there is an extremely slim chance that he will ever meet the man, but if he ever does…he might just kill him.

Imani Kim is a four year old Quoll that is biracial. Her mother was an African American woman named Lisa Jackson, and her father was a Korean American hybrid man named Heechul Kim. The police searched around Imani’s old neighborhood and found bits and pieces from the ajumma next door, about Imani’s life with her mother. Imani knows a little Korean, mostly the basic words and a handful of simple phrases. Namjoon thinks it’s nice that Lisa was so determined to keep Imani’s father’s culture alive. Not that Namjoon has heard Imani speak at all, the poor girl refuses to shift into her human form.

Now, Namjoon is sitting down with a child social services case worker to determine if Namjoon and his pack would be suitable parents for Imani. The case worker is an older man in his late sixties that reminds Namjoon of the old man that played with puppets, Mister Roger but with a thick gray goatee and handlebar mustache. The man’s name is Nathaniel, and he goes by Mister Fentin. Mister Fentin is an omega Dunnart hybrid which puts Namjoon at ease since the older man is also in the Dasyuromorphia family like Imani.

“Mister Kim?”

Namjoon is pulled from his thoughts at the sound of Mister Fentin’s voice, and the older man smiles kindly, wrinkles crinkling in the corners of his golden-brown eyes.

“Mister Kim…would you like to see Imani today? All the paperwork has been filled out on your part. This interview is just about over unless you have any more questions for me?”

Namjoon glances at the glass window beside him where Imani is currently climbing up a rope to reach a fake tree branch. Since she refuses to shift, the staff in the current orphanage have kept Imani in the hybrid enclosure to keep her safe and content.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” Namjoon finds himself wondering out loud and Mister Fentin offers Namjoon a soft smile.

“Imani has been through a lot. She is dealing with a lot of stress which is why she won’t shift, I believe. Her animal counterpart is protecting her the best way it knows how.” Mister Fentin starts to tidy up the papers on the table and stands to his feet once everything is put away neatly in a binder. “In her current state of mind, this is the best way to introduce you. Did you bring the article of clothing that I told you about?”

“Yes.” Namjoon is glad that Seokjin was smart enough to leave him with the cardigan from the night they meant Imani.

“Good. From what I’ve read, I think having the scent of your partner will help smooth things along. Imani felt safe with the omega…alpaca?”

“Yes, Seokjin is an alpaca. He’s the pack omega.”

“Wonderful! I would also like to confirm something with your pack omega’s scent as well.” Mister Fentin explains vaguely and Namjoon nods his head. “Come now Mister Kim, I’m sure Imani will like you just fine.”

Namjoon follows Mister Fentin out into the hallway, and they stand in front of the door leading into the hybrid playroom. Mister Fentin places his hand on the doorknob and looks at Namjoon over his shoulder, “Slowly count to thirty and then come inside the room. Have that article of clothing ready in your hands.” Mister Fentin opens the door wide enough to slip inside and the moment the door shuts, Namjoon starts to count to thirty.

Namjoon’s hands feel sweaty, the dampness seeping into the cardigan that Seokjin left behind and Namjoon worries that his scent will overpower the alpaca’s. What if Imani wants nothing to do with Namjoon? What if she only wants Seokjin? Namjoon frowns at the thought, sure he can fully understand why that could be the case, but he hopes that Imani will give him a chance. Done with counting to thirty, Namjoon takes a deep breath to try and slow his rapidly beating heart. He reaches for the door handle and twists his wrist, slowly opening the door. Stepping inside the room, Namjoon shuts the door behind him, and he sees Mister Fentin sitting in a chair beside the door with an easy smile on his face.

Namjoon lets his eyes sweep the room and he can’t find Imani at all. Namjoon glances at Mister Fentin and the older man chuckles seeing the confused twist to Namjoon’s brows. He offers no advice as he stares at Namjoon and Namjoon licks his lips. Okay. It’s okay, he can do this. Namjoon wracked his brain trying to remember what he did the first time Yoongi ever shifted and he shakes his head. No. No, that won’t work. The first time Yoongi ever shifted, Namjoon damn near had a heart attack at the sight of the black snake hanging from one of his plants. What would Seokjin do? Namjoon looks down at the cardigan in his hand and bites the inside of his cheek. Nesting! That’s what omegas do and it’s a comfort to everyone.

Namjoon walks into the middle of the room and kneels on the floor, taking extra care not to drop Seokjin’s yellow cardigan as he removes his own tan one. Carefully, Namjoon tries to mimic the nest that Seokjin has made a million times in his bed. It’s hard to do with only two things, so Namjoon looks around and finds four pillows of different sizes that he incorporates into the nest too. It’s not the best-looking nest, Namjoon doesn’t have to be a hybrid to know that. 

From somewhere in the room a soft clucking is heard before Namjoon notices a small set of black ears peeking out from a boxed perch on the wall. Slowly, Imani lifts her head and stares at Namjoon on the floor below. She sniffs the air again to make sure her nose isn’t mistaking. The scent of lavender and vanilla, it isn’t as strong as she remembers, but it’s in the room.

Again, Imani starts to cluck, calling for the owner of the lovely scent. She stares at Namjoon, taking him in fully. There aren’t any ears on top of his head, just a mop of perfectly brushed slate blue hair and there is no tail in sight either. Imani cries, hiding back inside the perch and Mister Fentin watches as Namjoon scratches the back of his head.

“Why don’t you try talking to her, Mister Kim? Maybe a song? Her m-o-t-h-e-r was a singer after all.”

“She was?” Namjoon is surprised by that bit of information. He’s never heard of Lisa Jackson, at least he doesn’t think he has.

“Oh yes. Missus Lisa was a well-known Broadway singer on the east coast.”

Namjoon tucks that nugget of knowledge in the back of his mind for later. He glances up at where Imani is hidden and decides that a song couldn’t hurt. Clearing his throat, Namjoon sighs, “Imani? My name is Namjoon…I’m a friend of Jin. He’s the man that was wearing the yellow cardigan. He gave me this because he thought you might like it.” Namjoon can see movement from inside the perch, but he stares straight ahead at the wall. “Mister Fentin tells me that you like singing. Can I sing a song for you? My voice isn’t the best but it’s always fun to sing, right?”

Mister Fentin smiles at Namjoon’s words and writes a few notes inside his binder. Namjoon thinks of a song that Imani might know and one comes right to mind. The theme for the dance competition that Jimin’s currently a part of is broadways and one of the songs is from The Greatest Showman. Namjoon sighs and starts singing, trying his best not to care that he’s singing in front of Mister Fentin too.

Some people long for a life that is simple and planned

Tied with a ribbon

Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land

To follow what's written

But I'd follow you to the great unknown

Off to a world we call our own

Imani’s ears twitch as Namjoon sings. His voice is rough, he must not sing very often but it’s not something Imani dislikes. His voice is low, but Imani’s ears are stronger than a human's. She can hear Namjoon clearly. Pulling herself up on the ledge of the perch, Imani stares at Namjoon and listens to him sing. Her nose wiggles as she sniffs the air again, breathing in the scent of lavender and vanilla, it calls to her. Imani chirps before she walks across the little wooden bridge to the next perch, taking her time to paddle down, lower, and lower towards the floor. On the last perch, Imani jumps off and lands on the padded mat that is supposed to resemble grass.

Hand in my hand

And we promised to never let go

We're walking a tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking a tightrope

Never sure, never know how far we could fall

But it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Walking a tightrope

Namjoon’s heart is pounding in his chest with each step that Imani takes closer and closer to him. She’s so small, probably only six inches in length at most, not even large enough to cover his forearm. He’s pretty sure that Imani will fit in the palm of his hand, no problem. The blood rushing behind Namjoon’s ears is so loud, loud enough to muffle his own voice…is he singing too loudly? Imani stops at the edge of the makeshift nest and the scent is so much stronger here. Imani noses at the nest and whines as one of the pillows falls. Namjoon slowly reaches out and picks Imani up, she weighs nothing to him, and sets her in the middle of the nest, quickly fixing the knocked over pillow.

Imani walks around in a circle five times before she settles down in the nest, against the wall closest to Namjoon. She rests her head on the edge of the nest, her snout tucked tightly against Seokjin’s cardigan as she stares up at Namjoon. Namjoon’s voice wavers as he stares down at Imani, how can she be so small? Namjoon knows from research that Imani will get a little bigger. If anything, she’ll grow at least another foot or so at the most. Imani huffs out a breath and a large smile pulls at Namjoon’s lips, his dimples sinking into his cheeks as he stares at Imani fondly.

“Would you like for me to keep singing?” Namjoon questions softly and Imani barks lightly, shuffling closer to Namjoon, her nose almost touching his knee though Seokjin’s cardigan. “Okay…I’ll keep going.” Namjoon continues to sing ‘Tightrope’ and Imani finds herself drawn more and more to him. She crawls out of the nest and climbs onto Namjoon’s right thigh, chirping lightly when Namjoon starts to scratch behind her ears. She hums low in the back of her throat and closes her eyes; the sound is close to a purr but not as smooth. Namjoon’s smile softens as Imani presses her snout into the fold of his shirt that touches his waist, and he can feel the warm puffs of her breath as she breathes in his scent. Imani settles more in Namjoon’s lap, he smells like ocean rain, one of the purest scents that Imani can remember smelling.

Against the wall Mister Fentin scribbles away in his binder with a knowing smile on his face. What a wonderful thing it is to witness the effects of a parental imprint in person.

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[xiaoyanjiangw]

[Johnlock] Interruption of corporal punishment

 

A johnlock short story, I use Chinese into English.

35 years old Watson x14 years old Sherlock

 

 

*

Sherlock's stomach is against the man's thigh, his head is hanging in the air, and he is lying on his stomach to accept the punishment, and his alpaca coat is wrapped around his small body. Sherlock's legs are still flapping around, which makes the doctor feel that he is lying on his legs.

 

Is it a cat or a rabbit... ? Watson begins to hate his own messy brain. Sherlock is only 14 years old. His development is a little slower than his peers, and he is always following his butt, which makes John feel like raising a child... Sherlock is the cutest kid he's ever seen, whether he's wearing a blue ice silk robe or a little black trench coat. Oh, and because Sherlock's little face looks smart, Watson doesn't recommend spending too much time with him on his days off.

 

The doctor rubs the wooden ruler in his hand and takes one look at Sherlock's small brown leather boots, which are half off. The top of the shoe is caught back by the ball of his foot. "Take it off." He points to where his boots are, even though Sherlock can't see them.

 

Who knows how many new clothes he has in his closet that Watson hasn't seen before? Sherlock loves to wear his little black trench coat when he's out and about, but because it's so skinny, that belt is just for display at home. MMHHHMMM... He's very good at dressing himself... Well, John actually used the very adult word "dressing up" as if in his heart he thought Sherlock was dressing up for John, a thought that made John sick.

 

"Don't." As Sherlock said this, he kicked his boots off. The leather boots tumbled a few times, and the metal cat decoration on the upper made a screeching sound when it hit the floor.

 

It's so cute that when Sherlock comes running up to him in his little leather boots, John automatically bends down to greet him, even though Sherlock doesn't like to yell like the other kids.

 

It's just... Sherlock tricked him... Having fooled all the doctors, he thought everyone was stupid, and John couldn't imagine what the child would do when he grew up.

 

"Oh, you came here and pretended to be an autistic child to gain my trust, and then what?" Watson picked up the wooden rule and slapped the boy's feet. Without a sound, he squeezed the doctor's thigh with his right hand. "Sherlock, you have an IQ higher than any other 14-year-old, and you chose to cheat a psychiatrist into the inpatient department, along with a surgeon? You did a good job."

 

John recalls the countless times he's half-crouched in front of Sherlock to read him a storybook, or driven the adorable (not cute yet!) kid around. Going for a ride in the suburbs, just to make him feel better.

 

 

*

 

"Autism?" The doctor pinched the report form and his jaw tensed. He couldn't believe it... Is that why Sherlock has never spoken?

 

"Grade 3 autism and major depression." As he silently read a few lines, the muscles in his thighs began to contract.

 

*

 

"I was so worried about you, and now you're telling me it's all fake?" As the doctor's breath grew hotter, he could not control his anger, which John hated most: deception.

 

People in social groups often choose simple lies to maintain relationships, but Sherlock, who can turn the most important part of the word into a lie, will he normally integrate into some normal relationships when he is an adult? The answer is no. Taking a step back, Sherlock's behavior is simply because he's... He despised no one, the other doctors, John, his brother Mycroft... He's just happy to play around with everyone and watch them laugh when they wake up. What will Sherlock become in the future? The worst thing is that his heart knows how to show the good side, his face is very beautiful, no one will refuse a beauty with high intelligence, this is... The problem.

 

Sherlock shuffled back and buried his face in the doctor's lap, his knees against the hard floor, his toes curled up in his socks, and his head rubbing against the doctor's thigh.

 

Acting coquettish? Wronged? Or what? In any case, John's face grew serious, and it was impossible to spoil him any longer.

 

"You've lied to me for so long, is it hard to say Sorry?" Dr. Watson felt his thighs start to get wet. "Are you crying? Sherlock, if you want to continue acting, I can only say that you've fooled me once again."

 

Sherlock's head starts to shake and the sobs become more pronounced. John tugs at the boy's hem and the man on his lap stops sobbing. "Okay, you stand up and tell me." The man said helplessly.

 

It's quiet, no sobbing, no clothes rubbing, and after five minutes, John suspects Sherlock has fainted.

 

"Sherlock!" John took the boy by the armpit and pulled him up. He saw that his pretty face was wet with tears, that his eyelashes were drooping, and that his lips were marked by teeth. Sherlock glanced up at John, and in no time, the boy was lunging toward the doctor, the soft flesh of his cheeks pressing against John's ribs.

 

Shouldn't Sherlock be the person most likely to say Sorry at this point?

 

“Sorry……… Sherlock……… I scared you, didn't I?" John held the boy closer and stroked his head. "Tell me what happened, will you?"

 

“John…… " Sherlock refuses to look up. His heart starts racing and his hands can't stop shaking. The boy remembers the conversations he heard in his hospital bed during the day: John... John…… They say John is going on a date ………… And... Sherlock isn't cheating. He didn't intentionally pass on those test results... Sherlock isn't lying!

 

Sherlock closes his eyes, tears squirting from under his lashes. He turns his head, not sure if he wants to be closer to John or further away. His heart is still beating faster. The fabric of Watson's jacket is pulled over Sherlock's nose, and his voice is slurred.

 

"You need to tell me what it is?" John mentioned the neckline on the back of Sherlock's neck, and suddenly he remembered Mrs. Hudson's cat, who always picked up the white cat like that.

 

"PFFF... Let go of me!" Sherlock rubbed tears into the doctor's chest, he pushed the doctor's hand, and sat on the corner of the bed by himself.

 

"You use... Ruler... Punish me with that!" The boy grabbed his pants leg and tears filled his eyes together. "John..."

 

John used to spend the whole weekend with Sherlock. Ever since he started dating... Sherlock will never see John again!

 

At first he thought he wasn't likeable enough because John's date... To be honest, they're pretty, and their hair looks smoother than Sherlock's, plus they're slender, not short like Sherlock, like a bantam cat... Sherlock wishes he could grow faster, so he starts eating more, but instead of making him taller, it's actually making his face rounder... J

 

Oh, my God, does anyone like a round bantam cat? At least John doesn't have Sherlock………… on his list

 

*

 

"I've decided to re-evaluate you." 'said the man suddenly.

 

"I don't need that..." He didn't want John to know he had anxiety problems, and Mycroft had him tested... Sherlock hates doctors' questions, so he chooses to disguise himself as having another medical condition.

 

"Just the two of us, okay?" Half kneeling on the floor, the doctor stroked the boy's shoulder with his right finger, and saw that the boy's eyes welled up again.

 

As John's brain starts to heat up, he remembers Sherlock's usual symptoms: a racing heart, insomnia, headaches, stomach aches... If his judgment is correct, this is the somatization of anxiety.

 

"... If it's just John and no one else..." He bowed his head, avoiding the doctor's eyes. "I can promise you that."

 

"Would you like to fill up your little belly before you begin?" John saw that the boy was in a better mood and couldn't help teasing him.

 

"I..." Sherlock doesn't want to be a bantam cat anymore anyway... But will the face become rounder?

 

The doctor squeezed the boy's face in his hand and took him back in his arms. "Trust me, everything will be fine."

 

END

[mashpotatoequeen]

WHO DUNNIT TMBS CHALLENGE: The Alpaca

Once everything had settled down, Kate decided that there wasn't a lot you could really do with an alpaca. You couldn't play with it like you could a dog, nor stroke it while it sat in your lap as you could a cat. Milligan refused to let her keep it inside, so all she could really do was feed it, pet it, and tell it how much she loved it.

 Oh, at first it had been funny of course. Her and Milligan had seen it wondering the commune and had agreed to take it in. After all, once Curtain disbanded everything the poor creature would need a place to stay. The Wetherall's owned a nice chunk of property, so why not take it with them?

Truth be told, Kate had kind of missed the animals that the circus had trotted around. There had even been an alpaca that had been trained to balance on a large ball. She could still remember how soft it's coat had been moments before it had spit directly in her eye. 

Good times.

"What do you think we should name it?" Milligan had asked her the first night they were back home.

Before the two could settle on a name, they first had to decide what sex "it" was. After much consideration they came to a tentative agreement that "it" was probably a "she" and they eventually decided on the name "Madam". Kate liked the sound of it, but Milligan had tried to come up with similar names that didn't have the same "connotation". When she asked what he meant by that, he blushed and quickly changed the subject.

Madam it was. 

And that brings us up to tonight, in which Kate looks down sadly from her window at Madam who had been left out to graze. It wasn't a cold night, and Kate had convinced her dad to let the creature roam around so she wouldn't be all alone in her pen.

"But she would still be alone Katie-Cat. She would just have more room to be alone with," Milligan said.

"But she could keep herself busy," was Kate's reply. "Instead of being cooped up all night. Please?"

He had agreed, and now Madam and Kate stared at each other from less than half a mile away.

She just stood there, staring at Kate with her dark, beady eyes.

Judging her. 

How could you leave me out here all alone is what her eyes said.

They stayed like that for ten minutes before Kate couldn't take it any longer. She snuck around her room as to not make too much noise and started to rifle through her trusty bucket.

A bit of strong rope. A fastener. The window frame looked sturdy enough...

Oh yeah. This could work.

***

Milligan walked up to his daughters room. It was about 9 am, which was a few hours after Kate normally got up. He didn't really want to wake her up if it was a simple case of sleeping in, but if she wasn't feeling well then he needed to know eight away so he could help her.

As gently as he could, he quietly opened up the door to her room... and almost immediately fainted.

Kate was still asleep, and right next to her in the bed was Madam's head sticking out from under the cover.

His first thought was: Godfather! Someone has Godfathered my daughter!

His second thought upon seeing that the alpaca was breathing under the blanket was: She is so grounded...when she wakes up.

As silent as a ghost, he shut the door and went downstairs to make breakfast for all three of them.

[stardustspell]

I just spent most of the day helping fund-raise for church I don't even go to because my mom runs the silent auction committee.

It has taken 20 hours over the last two days, and I am exhausted. I've had no time to write, either. The kicker is; I still have to go shopping and build a basket for a different auction happening next week.

Why can't my mom just do it if she's the head of the committee, you ask?

Welp, she's too busy! And she's going to Vegas next week for a work meeting, and all of this has to be done while she's away.

Also, I have to help set up for the auction on Friday night with my grandmother (scream) who just moved in with us as my mom will still be away. My grandmother is condescending, critical, and pushy to a point that I'd like to cut off all my hair and run to Chile to become an alpaca herder.

Someone kill me

[leviathanlazarus]

Smother the Flame in Your Heart - Part VI

Read previous parts here or read on Ao3

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Word Count: ~2800

Warnings: none, just a little angst

<3 (or maybe </3)

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Getting through the rest of the holidays posed a real challenge for Danny. He knew it would be–he’d mentally prepared as best he could, but the balancing act between being a normal boyfriend and a blood-thirsty monster continued to rock his world with each passing day, each passing event. In the spirit of being a normal boyfriend, he planned as many fun, festive things for him and Sam as he could–a trip to the big Christmas village for more last minute shopping before the official Christmas day rolled around, a snow sleigh ride through the park, hot apple cider and feeding goats and alpacas at a local farmer’s market. 

The last thing was extra special–Sam meeting Danny’s family at their annual New Years Eve game night. It was no Kiszka party, it was just Danny, his parents and his sister and a whole bunch of board and card games, which made Sam extra nervous. He had to face his own challenge–there weren't a slew of strangers to act as any kind of buffer. No, it was just him and the Wagners and he was left to suddenly worry about being judged, something he didn’t often do.

But he knew the risk of being judged was a lot different than the risk of Danny going a little insane and not being able to contain himself, which was what he’d beautifully done a couple weeks prior. Since then, Sam realized Danny had very obviously made a point to interact with his brothers as little as possible. No going inside when he picked Sam up, no group hang outs, nothing at all, really. Sam felt like he understood. Yet, the understanding didn’t make the seething jealousy that soaked his insides any less palpable. It all felt so juvenile and stupid–it wasn’t like Danny could control his instincts or those base desires. It was all hormones and pheromones and Sam thought that, in a way, he should actually be flattered. Something in the Kiszka bloodline was apparently very appealing to Danny. 

But then, Sam thought, if he hadn’t been the one to run into Danny on Halloween and one of his brothers had, would Danny be with one of them instead? That thought was too much to bear whenever it assaulted his mind so, each time it did when he was around his boyfriend, Sam lunged from wherever he was sitting or standing and planted a big wet one on his boyfriend’s face to remind him who they both belonged to.

After the vibrant festivities of Christmas and New Years, it had quickly become the season of capitalizing on romance. Danny and Sam were perusing through Walmart on a bitter cold Wednesday night and Sam hooked their arms together to explore the Valentine’s Day aisles together. It was a little morbid, in a way, how much red and pink there was everywhere, all the heart-shaped things, when his poor boyfriend had the unfortunate, relentless urge to bite into stranger’s hearts and drink their blood until it ran red down his chin. Well, Sam silently corrected, that was a bit much. Danny was the sweetest boy he’d ever known–his gleeful adoration of the cheesy Valentine’s Day decor and toys was testament to that. 

“I bet you went all out for Valentine’s Day with your girlfriends,” Sam said, coming up behind him, who was inspecting a lavender-colored rabbit with hearts stamped on its feet. “You definitely seem like the type.”

“It’s cute. Girls like it,” Danny told him, turning around to shove the rabbit in Sam’s face. “You want him? Or her?”

Sam grabbed it and pulled it down, freeing his field of vision to survey the other choices of plushies. “I like this one,” he said, retrieving a baby pink stuffed dog with floppy ears from the top shelf. “Which one do you like?”

Danny plucked the one right next to it, the crimson dog of the same plushie breed, and tapped its nose against the one in Sam’s hands. “This guy. They go together.”

“God, we’re so gay,” Sam scoffed, smirking. He tucked both plushies under one arm and took a look at the next aisle which was full of red, pink and purple bags of sweets. “We should get some candy though. I like those little conversation hearts.”

Danny scoffed next. “Sam, those are so gross. Don’t tell me you got your girlfriends boxes of those things for Valentine’s Day.”

“They loved them!”

Danny chuckled and grabbed a box, just for Sam. “I bet they only told you that to be polite.” It was such an honor to be Sam’s first–and hopefully only–boyfriend that Danny was more than willing to put up with anything. Chalky conversation heart candies, not-so-tasty vegan dinners, Sam’s refusal to ever clean his bong, talking with his mouth full, his snoring–there wasn’t a single thing that could turn Danny off. 

“Alright, so tell me–what’s your favorite candy from this fine selection?” Sam asked, waving a hand over the aisle. 

Danny tapped a bag of sugared cherry wedges. “These bad boys. I could eat the whole bag in one sitting.”

“God! Such a grandpa,” Sam said, but he grabbed the package for his boyfriend just as Danny had done for him. “Let’s just say we both have shit taste in candy.”

“I should probably get something for my mom,” Danny mused, moving over to the boxes of chocolates. “And Josie.”

That was something Sam totally loved about his boyfriend–Danny was constantly thinking about other people. Sam felt like he was still working on that himself, though he did think about Danny all the time. All the damn time. Now he was thinking about Danny’s family again and had to wonder out loud, going back in time, “So they really liked me?”

“My parents? Josie?” Danny asked while he scanned the back of a big box of Godiva truffles. “Yeah, they really did. Josie thinks you’re hilarious. My dad does too.”

“Well, what about Mama Wagner? I gotta get in good with your mom.”

Danny smiled. “She loves you, Sam. She said you’re very witty and sharp.”

“Fuck yeah, love that,” Sam said, bursting with pride, and snuck an arm around Danny’s waist. “You’re really never planning on telling them?”

Danny sighed, putting the box of Godiva chocolate back. “How would I ever tell them? It’s too unbelievable.”

“I believed you and I’m not even related to you.”

“Yeah, but I proved it to you. I bit you.”

Sam sighed next. “It just makes me kinda sad that you feel like you can’t ever tell them. Like it’s gonna eat away at you for the rest of your life.”

“Maybe not,” Danny replied, optimistic. “We all keep secrets from our families. It’s not like my family actually knowing my secret would do any good.” He also really didn’t want them to think his boyfriend was just his own personal juice box–that couldn’t be further from the truth. Danny was doing everything in his power to keep Sam as far removed from that role as possible; in fact, and unfortunately, his hunger was stirring deep in his belly today, and there was no way that chocolates and sweets would curb it. 

Sam said nothing, keeping his arms looped around his boyfriend while he watched him read the back of another box of chocolates. He appreciated that Danny trusted him so much that his darkest–and really, because he ultimately was such a good boy, his only–secret was kept just between them. Still, he knew what a family man Danny was. He could imagine how it must have sucked to not be totally honest with his family even just about how he felt. Sam didn’t expect Danny to ever tell his family that he was headed out of town to suck some poor sap dry, but he felt his boyfriend deserved to be able to open up about what was going on in his heart and head all the time with the people who loved him unconditionally. But that conversation would be another losing battle. Sam had learned a few things in his few months with Danny and one of them was that pushing him never truly worked out. Danny had to do things in his own time. 

Sam also knew that bringing Mama Wagner and Josie flowers and chocolates alongside Danny would do his reputation wonders. After they dropped off the goodies for the girls, Sam was able to entice Danny back to his house since the twins were out for the night.

“This is good,” he said while he laid himself across Danny’s lap, a box of those chalky yet still somehow delightful conversation hearts in his hands. He smiled up at his boyfriend, who smiled back down at him wide enough to expose his fangs–the sight made Sam’s heart skip.

“Sam, do you even like romance movies?” Danny questioned, instinctively lacing his fingers through Sam’s hair that was draping across his hips. Sam had agreed to watching Romeo and Juliet but Danny was sure it was just to placate him–it didn’t take much for Danny to admit that he had a soft spot for that part of pop culture. 

“I told you–I never watch them,” Sam said, chewing on a white heart. “So I don’t know.”

“Wait.” Danny gave a gentle tap to Sam’s forehead with the remote. “You’ve never seen this? You’ve never seen Romeo and Juliet?”

“Nooo,” Sam said, pinching Danny’s side. “But I read the play in high school so cut me some slack, man.”

“Okay, so, we’re definitely watching it now,” Danny concluded, clicking the play button and moving the remote aside, using his newly freed hand to grab the bag of cherry slices Sam had bought him. He was really banking on the movie and candy distracting him enough to get him through the night, but Sam in his lap and the scent of all three Kiszka boys so thick in the house was tormenting. Danny could smell all the other normal things normal people would more easily pick up on–incense, vinegar, coffee grounds, toasted bread–but nothing diminished the scent of the guys enough to make things easy. 

“For you,” Sam said, holding his hand up to give Danny a little pink candy heart while he munched on a green one. 

Danny plucked it from Sam’s palm–it said “BE MINE” in red dye. “I’m already yours,” he said, brushing his hands through Sam’s hair again, and popped the heart in his mouth. It didn’t taste very good, but Sam’s lips, when Danny bent down to kiss him after he swallowed, certainly did. When Sam sat up and leaned against him, nuzzling the side of his face into his shoulder, Danny said, “I didn’t think I’d spend Valentine’s Day with anyone ever again.”

“Vampires deserve love too,” Sam said. “Someone else besides me would’ve come along.”

Danny made a sour face, not because of the candy. “No way. Besides, it wouldn’t have worked.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause I’m pretty sure you’re the only one for me.”

Sam smiled and kissed Danny’s cheek. “Duh.” He tried to move his focus to the movie for Danny’s sake, but he felt restless–restless because he could feel Danny was restless. The non-stop bouncing of his leg kept Sam gently vibrating throughout the film and no matter how much he wished his own relaxed, warm body would soften Danny’s muscles, he could feel the unyielding tension in his boyfriend. 

When the credits were rolling, Danny eased away and stood up, stretching. Sam moved to the edge of the couch, watching, and asked, “You’re sleeping over, right?” It wasn’t even late enough for bedtime really, but he knew the twins would be home soon–Danny would want to get away, and Sam would prefer he stayed as close to him as possible even while getting away. 

Danny turned around and smiled, easy and beautiful as ever. “Yeah. I just gotta take a leak.”

In the dim solitude of his bedroom, Sam rolled a joint while Danny lounged next to him on the bed, watching him work. Despite the relentless tension he felt in his bones just existing in the world–and perhaps especially in the Kiszka house–he always felt at ease with Sam. Everything he did was fascinating in Danny’s eyes, even just the simple, perfected act of rolling a joint and sparking it to life. The smoke around Sam’s face was whisked away by a sudden and sharply cold breeze through the open window, then Danny was reaching to take the smoke for himself, the hazy curls moving from Sam’s fingers to his. 

While Danny was taking a hit, Sam laid one hand over his restless leg. “You’re thirsty, aren’t you?”

Danny coughed into his arm and passed the joint back. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes, it is.”

With another cough, then a sigh, Danny leaned back more against the headboard. “Yeah. But it’s okay. I can wait.”

Sam wanted to say that Danny didn’t have to wait, that Sam could take care of him. That Danny was his and vice versa and that meant in terms of everything. But it was a tired conversation. Instead, Sam reminded himself of his earlier thought–that Danny needed to do things in his own time and part of being a partner was acceptance. It was never easy for Sam but he knew that he really was trying. 

Instead of going down that road again, Sam tried to keep it light. “If you weren’t a vampire, what would you wanna be?” he asked, cuddling up against his vampire. “And you can’t say a normal human. I mean like, what mythological creature would you wanna be?”

“Hmm.” Danny took the joint back as it was offered, thinking. When he and Josie were little, they’d play outside and pretend to be all sorts of things–members of a royal court, elves, pirates, witches and warlocks, great adventurers. Never vampires though, and Danny still grappled constantly with what exactly he was beyond that word. Josie had even made him watch the Twilight movies with her when they’d come out and Danny spent an embarrassing amount of time reflecting on them after his change. He’d achieved no supernatural or outstanding abilities, no outlandishly heightened beauty, nothing special at all. Nothing good. It was so weird to just essentially be, as he’d eventually resigned to calling it, diseased and not be able to talk about it. 

At least there was Sam now. Ultimately, that was all he needed. 

“I’m not sure,” Danny finally said. “Something awesome though. Something super strong and fast. Something that can fly.”

“A dragon,” Sam offered, stamping the joint out and shoving the window down. He curled tighter against Danny’s side, tucking his feet beneath the blankets. 

“Being a dragon would be super cool,” Danny agreed, pulling the blankets up over both of their legs. “Or a phoenix.”

“I could see that.”

Danny chuckled. “What about you?” He stroked Sam’s hair, looking at the angles of his pretty face. “I think you’d be an elf. Some kind of fairytale creature, you know? That suits you.”

“An elf?” Sam replied, craning his neck to eye Danny. “Would I at least be a badass elf with weapons and shit?”

“Sure, of course. A bow and arrow. Some daggers.”

“So I’m Legolas.”

Danny laughed; the sound made Sam’s whole body grow warmer. “You love The Lord of the Rings. So why not?”

That night, sheathed in thick blankets and Danny’s strong, comforting body, Sam didn’t dream about elves or fairies or dragons or phoenixes. He slept so deeply and so soundly he didn’t remember any of his dreams. It was the waking that was disjointed and unpleasant, like a bad dream–Danny wasn’t in his bed anymore. 

Sam sat up, exhaling, bringing the blankets up to his chin. He could feel that his room was warm with the heat through the vents but he still felt cold. Cold and abruptly alone. He knew why, and the note left on the spare pillow confirmed it–Danny had left because he had to. Soon enough, he’d be full and more at ease–all would be well. But for now, Sam had to deal with the emptiness that came along with letting Danny be Danny. By not pushing him. By trying to be patient. Two things that didn’t come naturally to him at all. 

Quickly, sadness turned into anger–it was a transition impossible to avoid when Sam’s mind brought him images of Danny with someone else. It didn’t matter that it didn’t mean anything to him–it meant something to Sam. But throughout all his tearing the bed apart and violently hauling himself off it, he still saved the note. Only because Danny wrote it. 

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Adventures with Jake and June: Alpaca Edition

A/N: my second entry for Liz's (@sailor-aviator) Christmas Challenge. Another headcanon for you guys. It's kinda gross, but this is what it's like to work with alpacas! fun fact: during our alpaca lab i was the only student to make it out of the barn without being spit on.

i do use the word prompt, i promise.

And yes, alpaca (and llama) "spit" isn't just saliva. it's stomach contents. :) and it has a very... interesting smell.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x June Jackson (vet tech OC)

Word: Reindeer

Warnings: alpacas? animal handling? stomach contents/vomit

jake really didn't know what he was expecting when june offered to take him to a friend's alpaca farm. some cute photo ops, fluffy animals, maybe helping with some farm chores, sure. jake wasn't unfamiliar with farm chores, but they weren't his favorite thing to do. nevertheless, he'd offer to help out, even if no one asked.

june had promised it wouldn't be anything too crazy. she was meeting up with her friend and one of the doctors she knew to help get the animals in order for the new year. that mainly consisted of vaccines and hoof trimming.

the group was efficient, jake had observed. each would alternate between catching up an alpaca and doing the procedures. it was jake's job to the walk the alpacas a few feet into a different section of the barn where they had access to the pasture.

things were going smoothly up until the last alpaca. named snickers, she was anything but sweet.

getting close enough to catch her up was only half the battle, a feat in and of itself. they managed through all her kicking, biting, and spitting, eventually getting a decent hold thanks to one of the barn walls. it took the three of them to hold her for her hoof trim, june at the front, her friend at the back, and doc working the trimmers. june was holding snickers's head to her chest, but that didn't stop the animal from trying to spit in june's face.

by the end of it, everyone was panting and huffing, including snickers. she was passed off to jake, whose job was almost done, before she whipped her head around, releasing the last of her stomach contents and saliva right into jake's face, effectively splattering across his nose, cheeks, and lips. he froze, trying to process what just happened.

everyone gasped, eyes wide. june immediately rushed to jake's side, wiping at his face with the sleeve of her coveralls. her friend and doc also whipped into action, doc leading snickers out of the barn and june's friend leading the both of them to the house where jake could wash his face.

"baby, i am so sorry," june pleads as jake is holding his face under the faucet, enjoying the stream of clean warm water. she's getting a towel ready for when he's done, folding and unfolding the fabric in her hands.

jake turns off the faucet, leaning over the sink for a moment, before silently asking for the towel. he brings the plush fabric to his face, drying his skin.

he looks to his girlfriend, coveralls tied around her waist, face fraught with worry and guilt.

"stop apologizing."

"jake—"

"junebug, it's okay. i'm okay."

"you're not mad at me?"

jake brings his hands to june's shoulders.

"baby, i grew up on a ranch. i know how animals can be, especially when we're doing things to them that they don't like."

"i know, it's just—"

"it's just nothing. don't fret about it, please."

june pulls jake in for a hug. he kisses the top of her head.

he smiles after a few beats.

"if anything, it'll make for a funny story this christmas."

"like that time i got my ass kicked by a reindeer?" june's voice is small, but jake can tell she's smiling.

he chuckles, "yeah, like that time you got your ass kicked by a reindeer."

jake gives june's ass a playful smack for good measure. she yelps in surprise, pulling her head away from his chest to look at him incredulously.

"you are absolutely awful, jake seresin."

"but you loooooove me." he bumps his nose with hers, thankful it doesn't smell like alpaca spit anymore.

"i do."