#the Disaster Pup Himself

[ccycloneblogging]

Why do I feel like your disaster pup would give out a "I know I shouldn't touch fine art, but somebody has to pin you to a wall and nail you." Only to swoon disastrously at the corniest flirt imaginable?

You are so right, and it's hilarious.

Have some Pre Hour of Joy stuff.

Though - you have no idea how happy I am that people are enjoying Disaster Pup DogDay. That's become my absolute favorite thing to draw.

[daisies-and-domming]

Hiiii! Love your writing 😘😘 wondering if you wanted to write about mammon and a little pet play with a gentle soft Dom!AFAB Mc (or GN). Have a nice day!!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW)

Summary: Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

Warnings: sub!mammon, dom!reader, hurt/comfort, starts out angsty with a capital A, swearing, pet play, reader calls mammon “puppy” and “pup”, mammon calls reader “master”, body worship, so so much praise

Let me know if you think I missed anything!

All characters are over 18 :) 

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Oh Mammon my sweet sweet boy :( So excited to be writing for him! He deserves all the love in the world, and sometimes he seems to forget that. Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy! Sorry that there’s so much exposition, I can’t help myself sometimes…

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Mammon put up with a lot.

This much was clear - as one of the seven rulers of hell, the second oldest at that, he had a lot on his plate. No matter how idiotic, or greedy, or in his own world he acts, he does really love his brothers (don’t you go telling any of them, now!).

Which made what was happening right now hurt so much more.

He knows he isn’t the world’s best older brother - hell, he could be a pretty terrible one at that - and the way he acted 99.9% of the time reflected that. Like all the times he’s pawned off some ridiculous anime figure of Levi’s (why have it if you’re just going to keep it in the box, huh?), or one of Satan’s first edition books, or one of Lucifer’s cursed records, or-… you get the point. He certainly has a greedy streak, but he can’t help it, okay? That’s his whole shtick, for crying out loud! Sure, he tends to gamble all the money he earned from pawning their stuff, but so what if he did? He always wins it all back eventually, anyhow. Especially if he has you - his lucky treasure - at the tables with him. He swears he always wins when you’re there to cheer him on.

But you weren’t here now, were you?

No one in this family had any idea of how to have a quiet conversation; Lucifer had eyes and ears in every nook and cranny anyways, so what was the point? It’s impossible to keep a secret in this house, so there really wasn’t any point in trying.

“-he doesn’t even treat them right, have you seen how unhappy they are when they’re with him?”

“And he’s so annoying, too. They don’t want to spend every breathing second with you, y’know?”

Immediately, tears blur his vision, and he picks up his pace. Stupid Satan and stupid Leviathan and stupid stupid Mammon. Do ya even love him? He wondered, fumbling his way into his room. Was he really just as bad as they were sayin’? He curled himself up on his bed, wrapped tight in the sheets, and sobbed quietly into his pillows. He knows he doesn’t deserve you - beautiful, kind, sweet, perfect you - it was inevitable that he would lose you. He never could hold on to treasure very long, anyways, how was he going to manage to keep one as precious as you? Who would want to stay with a greedy, annoying, clingy, disaster like him anyways? You were his everything, the reason the sun rose, the air he breathes, his most valued treasure. But you had so many people around you who loved you, who could love you better than him. Hell, you have the whole Devildom wrapped around your little human finger. Not to mention the angels who flock to you like you’re their reverie, and the shady sorcerer who insisted on taking you as his apprentice. All the powerful forces of the three Realms would come to your beck and call, so why would you want to have anything to do with someone like him?

Stupid, idiot Mammon. No one could ever love someone like you, anyways.

– – –

You sighed, trying your best to discreetly glance around the table. The brothers were rowdy as always, but one voice was missing - the voice of your boyfriend. While Mammon wasn’t always the most punctual, Beel had almost obliterated all the food already, and he hadn’t even come down yet to “grace the table with the Great Mammon’s presence”. Thinking of him made you smile at your food, but your smile didn’t last for long. 

He’s never this late to dinner… you chewed the inside of your cheek, worried. I wonder if he’s okay?

“-MC, are you listening to me?”

You snap your head up from your plate, Lucifer’s piercing eyes staring you down. You flush, embarrassed, and scramble to respond.

“Y-yeah, yeah of course Lucifer! Just thinking about how dinner is so good, who made it tonight, haha? My compliments to the chef, they did a-”

“You’ve said enough. I could tell you weren’t present with us, anyways.” He glances at Mammon’s empty seat, and turns his eyes back to you. “It’s pretty obvious why.”

“Yuck, you guys are so gross!” Levi shouts, sticking his tongue out. “You know that’s normie behavior, right, MC? It’s so gross how you’re ‘in love’, or whatever-”

Lucifer rolls his eyes, ignoring Leviathan’s ranting. “Go check on him.”

You perk up, looking at him, surprised. “Really? Okay!”

Without as much as a second thought (much to the chagrin of the six brothers who were present at dinner) you throw together a plate of food and rush off to Mammon’s room. You wondered if he was sick (do demons get sick?), or maybe if he fell asleep - you knew he tended to stay out late, even on school nights. That can’t be right, you thought with a frown. He was with me last night.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost walk past his door. Double-taking, you take a few steps back and rap your knuckles on his door, to no response.

“Mammon?” Nothing.

“Hey Mammon, it’s MC! I brought you dinner, if you’d like it!”

 Still nothing.

“Mammon, are you in there…?”

A muffled “Go ‘way!” rings out, and you drop your hand that had been knocking to your side.

“At least come get your dinner, you didn’t eat!” “‘m not hungry.”

You twist the handle, noticing he didn’t lock the door. “Alright, I’m coming in there-”

“No!” you get the door about halfway open before a force is pushing it back closed. You throw your foot in the doorframe, wincing as the door tries to slam closed through your foot. Taking a peek in, you notice the room is dark. You can make out the outline of a blanket, strewn on the floor (presumably in Mammon’s hurry to close the door on you), and about nothing else. 

You push against the door, adamant this time. “Mammon, please, if you don’t want to talk to me about whatever happened yet, that’s fine, but please, at least take the food-”

The door opens just wide enough for Mammon to snatch the plate out of your hands. You don’t even see him, really - just the blur of his arm reaching around the door, and the feeling of the door once again trying to close through your foot. 

“I took the food, ya can go now-”

“Did I do something wrong?” He falls silent at your words, and you go on. “I’m sorry if I did, but please, let me make up whatever I did wrong-”

You thought that you had done something wrong? Mammon’s dumbstruck - you were perfect, you were you, why would you ever think you were the one in the wrong? Wasn’t it obvious that this was all his fault?

“...Mammon?” you sigh. “I- if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, I’m sorry I came to bother you, you clearly don’t want me to be here.”

He can hear your frown through the door, the tears that are probably hanging at your waterline, the dejected tone in your voice. Without thinking, he haphazardly sets the plate of food down, Diavolo knows where, and throws the door open just as you’re pulling your foot out of the frame. You blink up at him, surprised, and he immediately shrinks in on himself. He knows he’s a mess right now - ruffled hair, puffy eyes, wrinkled clothes - but he also knows that he can’t have you thinking you did something wrong. He may be a terrible boyfriend according to his brothers, but he won’t be that terrible of a boyfriend.

“Oh, honey,” you say, voice as soft as velvet, taking a few steps toward him. “Are you okay?”

And you watch as he just crumples, tears flowing openly again. He’s desperately sniffling, rubbing at his eyes, trying to get them to stop, but now that the floodgates have been opened, he can’t control them anymore. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I’m the great Mammon, after all!” he responds shakily, trying his best (and failing) to hold in his tears. “Nothing shakes me, ya know that, treasure.”

You frown at him, worry written all over your face. You gently push your way into his room, and he lets you, looking everywhere but your face as you gently close the door behind you. The gentle click of the lock catches his ear, but he’s more focused on you. He winces as you click the light on, too, and hopes you don’t mind how he looks right now. He can feel your gaze on him, all of him, tearing apart whatever walls he was feebly trying to keep up. You always knew what was up, even when he wouldn’t say it. It was one of the things he loved so much about you - he didn’t have to be good with words, because you already know what he’s going to say.

He jumps slightly as your hands reach for his face, directing it at yours. His eyes still won’t meet yours, and you sigh.

“What’ll it take for my handsome boyfriend to look me in the eye, huh?” you croon sweetly. He can see the pout forming on your lips and the glint behind your eyes without even having to look. And he’s sure that you can feel the flush of his skin under your hands as blood rushes straight to his cheeks. It didn’t take much for you to fluster him, even now.

“Mammon.”

“...MC,” he conceded, allowing himself a peek at you. 

That was his first mistake. You were looking at him with such admiration, as if he had hung the moon and all the stars in the sky, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Why did you love him?

“Why do I love you? Why wouldn’t I love you?” You could tell he hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but you pushed on before he could get a word in. “You’re kind, and you’re so sweet to me, and you care about your family above anything else, and-”

“That’s not true,” he murmurs, watery eyes looking away from yours once again. “They think I’m mean, and annoying, and that I’m making you unhappy-”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Do I need to remind you just how perfect you are for me? My perfect boy.”

He flushes, stammering as you lead him back to his bed. There’s a noticeable dent from where he laid, unmoving, earlier, but you ignore it. Instead, you gently guide him to lay down on his back, and sit to straddle his hips. 

“I don’t know what’s got you all in your head,” you say, leaning down to hover your mouth just above his. “But I’m going to remind you just how good you are, okay?”

Before he can stammer out an “okay” of his own, your lips are crashing against his. There’s a sort of desperation behind your movements, and it has blood rushing down to his cock prematurely. He can’t help it, not when you’re straddling his hips and kissing him like your life depends on it. His hips buck when your tongue pushes into his mouth, and his shaky hands move to grasp at any part of you he can grab. They land on the plush of your hips, trying to guide you to grind down onto his already aching cock. You pull away at this, and he whines, a genuine sort of hurt hiding in the depths of his eyes.

“Baby, baby, look at me,” you murmur, cupping his cheek. “This is about you but that doesn’t mean you can break the rules. We go at my pace, okay?”

“S-sorry,” he hiccups, tears filling his waterline. “Sorry, I’ll be good for you, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good puppy, so please, don’t hate me!”

“Hate you? Honey, why would I hate you?”

You’re appalled that he would even think so lowly of you. Hate him? He didn’t show up to one dinner and you had about lost your mind! He had always been the sun - so bright and beautiful and charming - and you had just been lucky enough to have been pulled into his orbit. You didn’t hate him - hell, you revered him.

“T-that’s what they-hic-were sayin’,” he sobbed, the tears now at full force, “That I make you unhappy and that I don’t treat you right and and and-”

You interrupt again before he can spiral any further, squishing his cheeks between your fingers in an attempt to get him to slow down. 

“But did I say that baby? Did I tell you any of those things?”

He shakes his head gently, but the babbling doesn’t stop. He’s refusing to make eye contact again, and you frown, mad at yourself for not seeing the problem sooner. He had no reason to be insecure, he was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were just going to have to remind him of that.

“Silly Mammon,” you say, leaning down to leave a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Does my little puppy need another reminder of just how much I love him?”

His head bobbles in a frantic yes, eyes finally finding yours again. There’s something feral sparkling in your eyes, but before he can comprehend it you’re slamming your lips back on his, your hands running down his pants to paw at his bulge. You toy with his belt a bit and he whines into your mouth, hips shifting under you in an attempt to get you to hurry up. 

You pull away, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Use your words, puppy. What do you need?”

“W-whatever you want,” he pants, his glazed over eyes struggling to meet yours. “Anything you want, please, wan’ you!”

You try to remain composed, but you can’t help the desperate shake of your hands as you fumble with his belt. You slip off of his lap, tapping his hip gently with your pointer finger as you shift off him. He lifts them for you without a word, eyes watching intently as you guide his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face when his cock slaps against his abdomen. His tip is an angry red, almost purple, and fat globs of pre-cum run down the side of his cock.

“Aw, puppy, you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? Sweet thing,” you coo, eyes never leaving his cock. “I’m going to ruin you.”

He doesn’t get more warning than that before you’re swooping down, tongue running up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. Your hands find his inner thighs and they twitch under your touch, trying to close around you as you slide between them. His hands scramble for purchase in the sheets as your head bobs down his length, taking him into your mouth. Another spurt of pre-cum dribbles out of his cock, and you suck it up, greedy, intent on making him fall apart under you.

“M-MC,” he stutters out between moans. “Master, please, I c-can’t take it! F-feels sho guh-good!”

You hum around him, sending vibrations coursing through him. One glance up at him and you know he’s already gone - eyes teary and glazed, hair messy, and one of his hands frantically fumbling to play with his nipple. You swirl your tongue around his leaking head and give one final bob downwards before he loses control of his hips and bucks into your mouth, painting your throat white with cum. You nurse him gently through it, suckling until his hips twitch with overstimulation. Pulling off him with a pop!, you give Mammon a lazy grin, rubbing gentle circles into his thigh with your thumb.

“Feeling better, puppy?” You murmur, kissing your way up to his mouth until you’re eye to eye, once again straddling the meat of his thighs.

He nods, and you frown down at him, unimpressed. 

“Words, pup.”

“Yeah,” he says,  dazed. “T-thank you, master, made me feel so good.”

“Good puppy,” you murmur, pecking his cheek. “Because I’m not done with you.”

He blinks up at you in surprise, and you spit on your hand, grasping at his softening cock. He winces at the contact on his sensitive cock, hands weakly moving to stop you. You grab at his wrist, giving him a warning look.

“You were doing so perfect for me, pup, what happened?” You pout down at him, giving his cock a warning squeeze. “My pretty puppy, do you think you can give me one more? Just one more, I know you can be good, hm?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, I can be g-good, hnn! So good, master, the goodest!”

He drops his hands back to his side, letting you have your way with him. Despite his earlier protests, he hardens quickly at your ministrations, tip already leaking at your touch. You lean down and press a gentle kiss to his mouth, eating up the little whimpers slipping from his maw. Once he’s sufficiently leaking all over your hand, you shift your weight, tapping his cheek to get his attention. 

“Ready, puppy?”

He blinks up at you in confusion, mouth opening to question you, but you line his cock up with your entrance and slide down, and his mouth forms a little oh instead. You flinch at the stretch, but any sort of pain quickly blurs into pleasure as you guide his tip to kiss that gooey spot inside of you. Your eyes want to flutter shut but you refuse to let them, instead basking in the drunken look on Mammon’s face. He’s clearly edging on the border of painful overstimulation and thoughtless pleasure, and when you clench around him just right, there might just be hearts in his eyes. 

“F-fuck, puppy, stretching me so good, aren’t you? Can feel you-unh!-all the way u-up here, baby.”

Your hand moves to your lower abdomen, eyes mean as you tap right where you feel him. He watches you with utter reverence, unable to look away as your pace picks up, hips rolling in a steady pattern. 

“So wet, aren’t you, puppy?” you pant, tightening your jaw to keep the moans from spilling out. “Absolutely gushing for me, gonna squirt for me like a girl?”

He opens his mouth to respond, and you slap a hand over his mouth. “Puppies don’t talk, remember? Or did I already fuck my puppy dumb?”

Your condescending tone has his eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling out, and you catch it, rolling it between your thumb and your forefinger. He’s drooling everywhere, little unh unh unh!s and masther!s slipping from his mouth. You tug on his tongue a bit, and you look him right in the eye as you spit into his mouth and let him choke on it a bit. When his eyes start to roll again, you let go, and watch him greedily swallow the mix of your spits.

“Say thank you, puppy.”

“W-woof!” he responds, and you give him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss in return.

“Good boy, remembering my rules. How about you play with your pretty nipples as a reward, hm? And then maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.”

His head bobbles as he nods, hands messily sliding up to toy with his nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, tugging, and you see his abdomen tense as he holds back from bucking up into your soft, wet heat.

You’re not doing much better, and when his tip kisses that sweet spot inside you again, you feel yourself start to unwind. You lose your pace, desperately chasing your high as your insides spasm around him.

“C-come undone with me puppy, c’mon, won’t you-ahn!-be good for me? My best boy. You c-can cum, fuck fuck fuck! Cum.”

At your command, he lets go, filling your insides with his warm cum. You shake around him, prying your heavy eyes open to look at the blissed out expression on his face. His cheeks are streaked with dried tears and drool, and the most delicious flush spreads all the way down his chest. You run a hand through his matted hair as he comes down from his second orgasm of the night, extremely pleased with how he wearily blinks at you, eyes unfocused. 

You wince as you pull off of him, and his cum weakly dribbles out of your entrance. You roll over to lay next to him, making sure to slip your hand into his. 

You’re both absolutely disgusting - smelling of sex and covered in the evidence - but you bring his hand to your face anyways, gently kissing his knuckles.

“You know I love you more than anything, right?” You say, almost so quietly he misses it, “I hate that even for a second you doubted that.”

He tries to stop the feeling bubbling to his chest, but it’s hard to ignore when you nuzzle your face into his neck. He’s never really had the luxury to love like this, since he’s fallen to the Devildom, and it fills him with an inexplicable warmth. He rolls to face you, and he stiffens as your eyes find his.

“‘m sorry I made you worry,” he says, slinging an arm over you and pulling you closer. “I just…I’m not the best person, y’know? So I figured you finally saw that.”

You nip at the juncture when his neck meets his shoulder and he yelps.

“Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. He’s the kindest, most loving, most exciting person to be around, and I’m the one who’s lucky to have him.”

The fierceness in your gaze catches him by surprise - why would you care so much? Sure, he’s the Great Mammon, but under all of his pizazz, he was just a boring, regular demon. Lucifer is influential, Leviathan is passionate, Satan is smart, Asmo is beautiful, Beel is strong, and Belphie (despite his brat behavior) is soft and sweet. But he didn’t bring anything to the table, not like they did.

“Stop that,” you say, louder this time. 

“Get out of your head and look at me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. You’re not annoying, and your brothers don’t know how much you do for them when they’re not looking. You’re an amazing brother, and the perfect partner. I love you, okay? I love you so much, my Mammon.”

“I love ya too, MC. Thank you for remindin’ me,” he huffs out, embarrassed at the tears springing to his eyes again.

He sniffles, hiding his head into your hair and pulling you closer. You hold him just as tight, and he drifts off in your arms, the tension of the day slipping away in your embrace.

– – –

“Do you think Mammon is okay?”

Lucifer glances up from his place at his desk, glasses crooked and face a little flushed. He tries his best to subtly adjust himself, and rubs at his temples, exasperated. Sometimes, being aware of everything happening in the house was more of a curse than a blessing. Your voice as you cooed at his brother was going to stick with him for eons to come.

“I can assure you, Leviathan, he is more than okay.”

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[demonic0angel]

When the bats finally met Pup, they instantly get kicked out of the room. Dani roped Jason into helping her revise her final collage essay thats do by the end of the week. She's stressed to tears. She thought she was almost done. Then Jason witled her 8 page rough draft down to 2 pages, and she needed 10 pages to turn it in. Jason’s not trying to make the assignment harder for her, but, like her template, Dani is bad at literature arts.

(Adjusted this ask a lil)

“Hood!” Pup said, perking up like her name’s sake when she saw him. “I need your help!” She was completely surrounded by Red Hood’s siblings, who sighed as he approached. For a moment, he despaired over the fact that his siblings all knew where his base was located, because now they kept coming to bother them all and suck up to Pup.

Still, he quickened his pace to hurry over to Pup and help.

“I can help you!”

“No, I can!”

“Whatever you need, I can—”

Red Hood tried not to laugh as Pup shoved away his noisy siblings and dragged him to the door. He was unceremoniously pushed into Wolf’s office before Pup slammed the door shut with a groan. There was still the sound of yelling and complaining through the door, but they were wise enough to disperse quickly.

“Why are they so obsessed with me?” Pup whined. She walked over to the desk set up next to Wolf’s and sat down with a huff.

Red Hood noticed Wolf sprawled over the couch, her jacket and elbow protectors taken off and draped over her. Red Hood took off his own jacket and dropped it over Wolf’s prone figure. She made a muffled noise through the helmet, which was probably incredibly uncomfortable, but didn’t move to take it off, instead just turning around to curl up underneath his jacket.

Red Hood tore his eyes away from her and looked at Pup, who was extremely unimpressed, judging by her posture.

“Anyways,” Pup drawled before she remembered that she needed help and she hurriedly said, “I need your help, Hood.”

“Sure,” Red Hood said, walking over to her. “What’s up?”

“I have an essay about Antigone and I have to compare it to another classic. It’s due by the end of the week and I only have 2 pages written. I can’t figure out what to compare it to or how to lengthen my essay.” She wrung her hands at the end of her explanation.

“Did you read the book or any of its translations?” Red Hood asked.

Pup nodded, “I read the original. I can understand Ancient Greek, y’know.”

Red Hood blinked. Then he shook his head to himself. Of course. How could he forget that Wolf and her siblings were all weirdly Robin-like in their eclectic experiences and skill set? “Alright. How about Romeo and Juliet to compare?”

Pup sighed. “Everyone else is choosing that. I want to be different.”

Red Hood grinned. He knocked his knuckles lightly against Pup’s helmet to show his fondness and laughed. “Good! You gotta show them who’s boss!” He paused and then thought about ideas.

Pup tapped uselessly on her computer, also thinking of another book to compare it to.

Red Hood finally said, “The story of Antigone has themes of sacrifice, love, and duty, as well as respect to the natural order. The main argument of Antigone is that natural law and fate triumphs over man and human actions. If you want to use another classic to compare it to, I would probably suggest the Odyssey, which also tells a story about how higher powers can affect the will and lives of mankind.”

Pup paused. Red Hood nodded absently to himself and continued, “For a modern story, I’d say anything with themes of free will and the illusion of choice with a lot of tragedy can suffice. Maybe Macbeth? To lengthen your essay, how about using your translation of the original Greek story to compare it to other translations and how that can also change the meaning when it relates to other classics or stories? Maybe you can tie it back to how the meanings of certain things can be interpreted wrongly, like how prophecies in mythology can get misinterpreted and then causes disaster with something about free will and inhuman forces again? Or just use your word count to describe moments in the story. It’s what I did when I was lazy and I got As for it. Just make sure you tie it back to your thesis.”

Pup stared at him. Red Hood stared back. Had he said too much or something?

Then Pup leapt forward to give him a fierce hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best! I know what to do now!”

Red Hood felt his face flush and he patted her back awkwardly. He looked over her head (which wasn’t difficult to do because she was short), and saw Wolf stir and sit up slightly, leaning against the arm of the couch to blow him a small, sleepy kiss of gratitude for helping her sister.

His face turned even hotter.

Damn them both. He was turning soft.

[solxamber]

So, I have a request for Vil and (platonic) Crewel with a reader/yuu whose fashion sense is basically nonexistent. Like, for example, pants with full picture, coat of bright color with pad shoulders and most famous of them all, crocks with socks. ("You should try it, it's comfortable!" Reader/yuu at some point)

Fashion Disaster - Vil x reader, Crewel

I loved this ask! I hope you like it <3

Rest of the characters react: here

It all started with your arrival at the Mirror Chamber for a meeting with Vil and Crewel. You’d thrown together the first thing you saw in your closet, which just so happened to be a bright orange leopard-print hoodie, glittering silver leggings with a full picture of a unicorn galloping across your thighs, and, naturally, crocs with socks. But not just any socks—socks with flames on them. Yes, you thought it was a look. A statement.

Yes, crocs with socks. How had that ensemble survived into Twisted Wonderland? Mysteries abound.

You walked into the room with the confidence of someone blissfully unaware of the impending disaster you were about to unleash. "Hey! So what’s up, guys?"

Vil, who had been looking down at his phone, slowly raised his head. His expression went from neutral to horrified within seconds. His eyes widened like you had just committed an unforgivable crime in the fashion world.

Crewel, standing next to Vil, dropped his pointer stick in shock. “Oh, sweet Circe...”

“What?” You blinked, completely oblivious. “Oh, wait—do I have something on my face?” You wiped your cheek in confusion.

Vil was speechless, but you could practically see the gears turning in his head, trying to make sense of the monstrosity before him. Finally, he spoke, his voice trembling, “What… is this… abomination?”

Crewel chimed in, clutching his heart like he had just suffered a blow. “Pup, did you get dressed in the dark? Or did you get dressed at all?”

You looked down at yourself, frowning. “What’s wrong? I think I look fine.”

“Fine?” Vil echoed, his tone high-pitched in disbelief. “Fine? You look like a circus clown who just got into a street brawl with a technicolor vomit palette!”

You winced, shrugging. “But it’s comfortable!”

Vil took a deep breath, placing a hand on his forehead like he was trying to ward off an oncoming migraine. “Comfortable. You—You’re choosing comfort over aesthetics? Comfort over… dignity?”

Crewel stepped forward, eyeing you like you were some sort of lost cause. “The crocs with socks,” he murmured, almost to himself. “We have truly reached the end times.”

You held out your arms, trying to defend yourself. “Hey, don’t knock the crocs until you’ve tried them! They’re so comfortable!”

Vil looked at you like you had grown a second head. “Comfort?! These… shoes, if you can even call them that, are a crime against humanity. There are many sins in this world, but that?” He pointed at your feet as if they had personally offended him. “That is unforgivable.”

“I’m expressing myself!” you retorted, trying to defend your beloved flames and crocs combo. “It’s, like, a mix of cozy and edgy.”

“It’s a mix of atrocity and chaos!” Vil shot back, rubbing his temples. “I can’t believe this. How can you live with yourself?”

Crewel stepped forward, eyes narrowing at your glittering silver leggings. “Do these shine in the dark?” he asked incredulously.

“They do,” you admitted proudly. “Handy for late-night trips to the kitchen.”

Vil’s gasp was practically theatrical. “No, no, no… This… this is a crime against humanity, a crime against eyes. You have reached a level of fashion disaster I didn’t even think was possible.”

You puffed out your chest. “It’s expressive!”

“It’s revolting,” Vil countered. “I’m losing years off my life just by looking at it.”

You sighed, waving your hand dismissively. “Okay, okay, I get it, you hate my style. But this is just how I roll, you know? I like to stand out! You gotta admit I’m unique!”

“Unique?” Vil choked. “No. This is not unique. This is a fever dream. This is what happens when nightmares and bad taste have a lovechild!”

Crewel leaned over to Vil, whispering in horror, “I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, and I’ve seen everything.”

Vil placed a hand on Crewel’s shoulder, staring dead-eyed at your outfit. “We have to do something. Immediately.”

You looked between them, still unsure of what the big deal was. “Guys, come on, it’s not that bad.”

Vil snapped his gaze to you, eyes wild with disbelief. “It’s worse than bad! I’m actually offended by how you’re standing there as if you’ve done nothing wrong.”

Crewel nodded solemnly. “This is a rescue mission, pup. And you’re about to thank us for it.”

Suddenly, Vil’s face lit up with determination. “This… abomination cannot stand. I will personally oversee your rehabilitation.”

You blinked. “Rehabilitation?”

“Yes,” Vil said, voice firm. “You’re a danger to yourself and everyone around you. Fashion this offensive is a public safety hazard.”

You glanced at Crewel, pleading for help. But Crewel, instead of coming to your aid, smiled like he had just found the perfect opportunity for training. “Listen to Vil, puppy. He knows best. And maybe, just maybe, we can prevent another tragedy like this from happening again.”

“But—” you started, trying to defend your beloved crocs one last time, “what if I just—”

“No.” Vil cut you off, his voice final, as if he were delivering a royal decree. “From this moment on, you are banned from wearing crocs. And if I ever catch you with socks and sandals…” He narrowed his eyes threateningly.

“But I don’t own sandals?” you tried to protest.

“Good,” Vil replied sharply. “Keep it that way.”

Crewel nodded sagely beside him. “There’s hope for you yet, pup. Just… never again.”

Vil sighed dramatically, then placed his hands on your shoulders, looking deep into your eyes. “We will make this right.”

You smiled nervously, not entirely sure what you were getting into. “Okay, Vil, I’ll trust you… but just so you know, I’m still sneaking in my crocs when you’re not looking.”

Vil blinked at you, his grip tightening just slightly as he whispered in the most chilling tone you’d ever heard, “Try it.”

And suddenly, you weren’t so sure if he was joking or not.

By the end of the day, Vil had somehow convinced you to burn the silver pants, and Crewel was lecturing you on the importance of not traumatizing the general public with “fashion choices that could summon evil spirits.”

Vil looked at you proudly, eyes softening as he muttered, “Much better…”

And as you stood there in an outfit Vil had personally chosen, you couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Vil.”

Vil smirked, placing a kiss on the back of your hand, making your heart do a little flip. “Don’t thank me yet. This is only the beginning.”

Crewel clapped his hands together. “And remember, pup, no more unicorn pants, or I’ll have to report you to the fashion police.”

You grinned cheekily. “What, the fashion police, or you two?”

“Both,” they answered in unison.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Fine, fine, no more crocs and unicorns… for now.”

Vil gave you a long, narrow-eyed look. “We’ll see.”

But despite all the chaos, you could tell they both secretly cared. Even if they were ready to set your wardrobe on fire.

I didnt know if you wanted then seperately or together so i put them together. If you want then separately, just let me know!

Masterlist

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for raven-of-the-bog behind the cut; "omega!Clark just wants to nurse his pups and hungry!Kon doesn’t realize he counts". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Mom, have you seen my math book?!” Jon calls from the back of his den, interrupting Clark’s thoughts, and he barely represses a startle at the unexpected distraction when he was focused so intently on listening for specifically Kon. He wasn’t actively paying attention to Jon or Lois; just passively picking up the white noise backbeat of their hearts, nothing more deliberate than that. Which–usually he’d be listening to all three of them and having to resist the urge to eavesdrop on Ma and Pa besides, but he’s definitely more worried about Kon than anyone else right now. 

“Wood end table, Jonno,” Clark answers in distracted reflex, just a quick cut-in response so he can refocus fully on making sure Kon doesn’t just run off to school like this, and Kon makes an odd . . . beginning of a sound, almost, but nothing complete enough for Clark to recognize as a full vocalization. It’s–odd, though, and Clark frowns to himself as he tries to place exactly what–

“We bought more than one thing of coffee at the store last time, right, hon?” Lois asks as she leans into their room with a frown of her own. “Did you put the second one somewhere? I can’t find it.” 

“It’s not on the end table!” Jon yells from the living room, and Clark feels a little twist of stress with Kon running off in one direction and Lois and Jon both asking him for different things and Kon also actually trying to go to school after– 

“Second coffee can’s on top of the fridge, book’s under yesterday’s paper,” he rattles off quick past a wry flash of thought about how much better he is at handling multiple situations in disaster response work and supervillain fights than he is when the pack’s just getting going in the morning. But that means he’s got the little things dealt with, so he refocuses on the current actual serious concern and opens his mouth to tell Kon to come back upstairs and just– 

Jon makes a triumphant noise, Lois ducks back out of their den with a quick thanks, and Clark hears Kon hop onto the bus right before its doors close behind him and has to stomp on the entirely unhelpful impulse to cuss up a blue streak about it. He does not want Kon or Jon hearing that. But just–just what the hell is Kon thinking, after a morning like the one he just had? 

The kid very literally passed out from holding together the damage of an entire explosion in a collapsing building the size of a power plant. Passed out for a good twenty minutes, if not closer to thirty. And no one’s demanding the kind of relentless forced performance that Lex would’ve been demanding from him, so why on Earth would Kon ever just go to a normal school day after that? Just–go to school talking like a math test was his biggest priority? Just–why? 

“Kon,” he protests, more bewildered than anything else. 

“Caught the bus,” Kon says like that’s in any way something Clark could’ve missed. “Be back at the usual time, nothing’s goin’ on at school today.” 

Clark actually has to bite his tongue before he yells at the kid, because that is the opposite of what he’s concerned about right now and how does Kon think they’re even going to let him go to–

And then he–hesitates, and thinks . . . “let” him. 

He doesn’t mean it that way, obviously–he’s just worried for the kid, and if nothing else thinks Kon deserves the time to sleep off overtaxing himself like that–but in Kon’s mind . . . 

They hadn’t actually asked him how he’d felt about being kept home, last time. Hadn’t even asked him if he’d wanted to stay home; just told him to. Is that . . . had the kid resented that? Had it felt like an order, or like being locked up or contained or stifled? Or is it just that Kon wants to decide how he feels himself, or just wants to decide anything himself, even something as small as if he stays home from school for a few days or not? 

Or is it more a response to the fact that when Kon had left the apartment five minutes ago, Clark’s first thought had been that he couldn’t let him?

[sinzkiller]

Mischievous Crows🐦‍⬛: Sylus, Kieran, Luke and Mephisto.

Operation: Chaos Cats (And One Accidental Dog)

___

Sylus always bragged that he never got sick. His immune system? Flawless. His body? Unstoppable. No fever, no flu, no weakness—he was basically an immortal being, according to himself.

Yet, today?

Sylus was a miserable, blanket-buried mess, groaning in bed like a defeated warrior. His hair was a disaster, his voice was hoarse, and he refused to move. "I'm fine," he croaked, voice barely above a whisper.

"You're dying," you deadpanned.

Luke, Kieran, and Mephisto (the smartest, most mischievous crow) stood beside you, all exchanging knowing looks. This was not acceptable.

"Sickness causes sadness… and cats cure sadness," Kieran muttered.

Luke nodded sagely. "We need to get him cats. Many cats."

And so, the mission began.

---

You, Luke, and Kieran scoured the area for stray kittens, moving with the speed and precision of highly trained operatives. Mephisto soared above like a stealth drone, scanning the area.

Suddenly, he let out a sharp *caw*—*TARGET LOCKED*.

A tiny, fluffy kitten was hiding under a parked car. The three of you rushed forward, but the kitten was fast. It zigzagged like it had been training for this moment its whole life.

"Mephisto, aerial support!" you called.

The crow dove low, wings spread wide, causing the kitten to dart in the opposite direction—right into Kieran’s arms.

"Gotcha!" Kieran grinned, holding the tiny furball up like a trophy.

This pattern repeated several times. Mephisto would scout from above, you’d corner the kittens, and Luke or Kieran would snatch them before they could escape.

At some point, you also accidentally… got a puppy.

"Wait, where did this dog come from?" Luke asked, cradling a happy, wriggly pup.

"I panicked and grabbed him," Kieran admitted.

"Well, he's ours now." You shrugged.

---

Once the kittens (and one surprise puppy) were groomed, checked by the vet, and deemed healthy little agents of chaos, it was time for The Grand Reveal.

Sylus, still wrapped in his blanket cocoon, barely acknowledged your presence as you carried in a giant box.

"We brought you medicine," Luke said solemnly.

"I don’t need—"

You dumped the entire box of fluffy creatures onto Sylus.

*Cue instant mayhem.*

Kittens crawled all over him, purring and kneading at his blanket. One sat proudly on his head. The puppy happily licked his cheek.

Sylus was stunned. Silent.

"…What the hell."

"They're your cure," you said proudly.

Kieran sat on the edge of the bed. "You’re welcome."

Meanwhile, Mephisto perched on the headboard, overseeing his work like a proud mastermind.

Sylus groaned but didn’t push the animals away. If anything… he melted. His fever-flushed face softened, and despite his grumbling, he let the kittens cuddle up to him.

Mission success.

Happy Sylus = Happy family.

[faeryarchives]

more than words (sebek zigvolt & silver x gn!reader)

requested by anon: Hey, hopefully still open! I hope I didn't break any rules, because it's kinda angsty, but tries my best no to be heavy. It'll be Silver and Sebek. Where Yuu eyes got injured and they need time to heal so their eyes got bandage and blind temporary. The idea is from Naruto, where Hinata got eyes injury and Neji help silently. So imagine them still in pining state. Helping their crush silently :"). note: hi anon! no you did not break any rules but i made it both headcanon and scenario wise hihi other fics: heartslabyul with a furina-like reader & savanaclaw with a furina-like female reader & i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader) & to my beloved (octavinelle x gn!s/o)

⚘ sebek zigvolt

sebek didn't mean for it to happen - everything went like a blur and the only thing he remembered vividly is how you start panicking and crying out how you can't see anything

if he knew that helping you and your group out would lead to a disaster, he would just stayed in his lane

"(name)!" sebek immediately ran towards you, assisting you in maintaining your balance as you tried to prevent any more of the alchemy liquid from coming in contact with your eyes.  "henchman, are you alright?!" grim ran at the speed of light - wiping the disaster off your face. "i'm fine, you guys! just give me a minute." crewel made his way towards you worriedly. "little pup, can you open your eyes?" sebek watched you open your eyes, only to look disturbed for a reason. "...? why is everything so blurry?" you started to blink rapidly to try to make the blurriness of your vision away, only for it to worsen, and the light was not helping. instead - it just made everything worse. "i'm kidding, everything is not fine. i can't see anything. every time i try to blink it hurts!" "... i think you should take some time off of class."

all he wanted was to help you out 🙁 did he messed up again?

he couldn't help but feel down even after being graced with malleus presence which caused the diasomnia trio to notice his odd behavior

"it turns out child of man got into an accident?" "and regrettably - it's all my fault." "then why don't you go and help them out? i'm sure they will appreciate it."

that is why sebek found himself trailing behind you silently - watching over you while grim went out to fill in your classes

seeing the bandage around your eyes made him feel more guilty that is why he opt to not reveal his presence

reaching out for your water bottle but it's out of reach? you will miraculously find it next to you after one minute + during the morning there is already breakfast served for you and grim and you knew that ace and deuce definitely didn't do it

it's not like you were that dumb to not notice anything especially when you hadn't tripped over anything + not knowing how sebek would prevent himself from screaming and immediately grabbing the random things on the floor for you to not slip

oh you only know the surface how this man would look at you with so much care to the point that the ghosts felt like they were intruding on the both of you

helping and guiding you around became a part of sebek's regular routine; honestly, he was so happy he got to assist you in his own way! and he got to see many sides of you, too - flustered after almost tripping down the stairs, getting frustrated in opening things after trying to force the lid to the opening direction and such.

it became a surprise to him how well you adapt to your situation, especially when you start to look in his direction - as if you knew who he was. imagine his shock when you finally took several steps forward and reached out your arm only to press it against his chest.

"sebek, it's you who's helping me around, right?

"…! how did you-?!"

"you are not as sneaky as you think. don't you know the charm I gave you as a gift has a certain sound?" your hands seem to find his own, and you finally gently wrap them in your touch.

"i was wondering why you are staying silent all this time though."

"the alchemy accident was all my fault! how can i face you after causing you to lose your vision?"

"you said it yourself; it was an accident. you didn't intend this to happen." sebek felt some pressure around his cheek from you pinching it - his eye focused on how you still have that same smile you would give him daily.

"why don't we keep each other company right now? do you listen to podcasts?"

⚘ silver

silver knew that what he feels about you is more than a platonic one + but seeing you with your other friends so happy makes him feel like he doesn't deserve you

so silver decided to maintain his distance and vowed to protect you from afar

but it became one of his regrets as he stood there helplessly and watched you get injured after helping ruggie to escape from an overblotted leona

okay, tackling leona and pushing the hyena out of his hold may not be a good idea. still, at least it worked out! "ruggie, are you okay?" you tried walking to the wounded second-year, eventually failing due to the sudden sharp pain you felt around your foot. 'fuck, must have cushioned my fall on the wrong foot...' you clicked your tongue in annoyance and tried to stand up ever so slowly, failing to realize the screams of your friends and a compelling presence looming from behind until it was too late. "behind you, idiot! why are you just standing there?!" an irk mark appeared on your head after hearing ace scream from the crowd. "who are you calling an idiot?!" "that's your priority?" your blood ran cold after finally realizing that leona was only an arm's length from you. life flashing right literally before your eyes. 'oh, i'll be damned...' "(name)!" silver didn't know how he did it but his body moved before his mind could, already running towards you and leona in fear of losing you - his hand already holding his wand tightly, but he couldn't think of any spells to cast. the damage was already done by the time the knight reached you and carried you away.  "please be okay. please be okay, please be okay—" silver froze when you start to reach out towards him, your hands were now start to bleed from the excessive cracking of your skin. but the worst was yet to come. "s-silver? is that you?! i can't see anything!"  "...what?" "it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much. why won't it stop?!" the second year could feel his heart drop as you start to cry out in pain and how it will forever haunt him even to his dreams.  "i'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, i promise."

it turns out you were not accustomed to experiencing highly accumulated mana and it affected most of your senses especially your eyesight

that is why crowley suggested you to take some time off + resulting you to have bandages around your eyes to avoid it to get irritated by light

you were expecting your healing time to be hard as to not being used to not seeing things - but it was like there was a uardian angel around you always

"grim, did you rearrange the dorms or something?" "me? not me! those things are heavy looking you know." "huh, maybe i am just lucky to be able to reach the things i need?" "mmm, maybe! i just remembered i asked deuce to help me bake your favorite food with trey!" "...you're leaving me alone?!" "i'll leave them to you, nya!"

that was the time when you realize someone was helping you around and it was certainly not grim 😭 i mean his little paws wouldn't be able to cook (favorite food) with him just alone

ace and deuce are good friends even though they are trouble makers but they could never be this silent 👩🏻‍⚖️

sometimes you would almost catch your secret helper only for them to suddenly disappear from your range and the people you were thinking off were slowly getting crossed out in your mind and it only leaves one person - silver

"i'll be out again nya! don't miss me too much, i'm going to bake your favorite food!"

"and i am alone once again." you tapped your finger against the table, humming and wondering if your secret helper is still around. "is anyone there?" what came as a question was only answered with pure silence - except for the birds chirping outside.

"…i'm kinda bored."

with the ghosts and grim being absent from the dorm made it lonelier for you - not used to the silence. you leaned your head on the dining table out of boredom; after days of being unable to attend class, you can't believe you missed listening to lectures!

"i think i can remove it right now right?" contemplating for a while,you remove the bandage around your eyes, wincing at the sudden brightness but rather than seeing only blurry things - your eyesight were slowly becoming clear until your sight came back to normal.

"woah… i can finally see again-"

"oh…" the moment you can finally see clearly, your eyes met shocked auroral-like hues revealing silver a few feet away from you with his arm already reaching out towards you as if prepared to catch you any moment.

"i knew it! it was you silver!" after being exposed, silver couldn't help but take a few steps back, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding your gaze. a light hue of red coating the apple of his cheeks.

"how did you know it was me?" you stood up and walk up to him - unknowingly giving him a soft smile that made his heart flutter.

"no one is as gentle and quiet as you are." pointing your finger over his shoulder, silver turned around to see a familiar group of small animals hanging around your dorm. "and i only know one person that animals love."

silver sighed before sitting on the chair next to him, holding his head in his hands. "… i feel so angry at myself for not being able to help you back then. that's why i thought-"

"thank you for saving me and even helping me while i am healing."

"you are not mad?"

"why would i be? hey, would you mind if you introduce me to your little friends?"

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

What if Idia added the school staff to the team to defeat Malleus? After all, the more, the merrier. How would they react about Idia’s video and everything else as well?

This is an idea I’ve actually discussed before (in the context of “would this actually happen in canon”)! So while I don’t think this would be canonized, I at least want to get my own thoughts and headcanons out there.

I feel like Crowley may have ulterior motives that have yet to be elaborated on, but assuming no such thing, he’s the comic relief of the group. Probably claims he is worried about Draconia-kun’s health + safety but in actuality he is worried about how a disaster of this scale could negatively impact NRC’s reputation and donors. (Also probably whines to Idia demanding to know why he didn’t include his dear old headmaster’s handsome visage in his explanation video.) But because he is such a maganimous headmaster, of course he will use the full extent of his magical might to properly punish the misbehaving Draconia-kun!

I’m not sure what Crowley’s dream would be since his backstory is so mysterious. By extension, that also means I’m not sure what would wake him up.

Crewel I think would be very mad. He taught his students better than this, how dare they betray Crewel-sama’s trust!! Since the Draconia pup has been so bad, it’s up to his owner (the game’s word choice, not mine 😭) to discipline him. You can only imagine how strongly worded his lecture would be… No holds barred. On a not-as-serious note, he has great fun with Idia’s Dream Form Change—they’re such fast wardrobe changes! Crewel even praises Idia for the innovation, but it makes Idia feel weird to receive compliments in this context…

As for Crewel’s dream… Well, since the dreams appear to be based on a shallow, convenient idea of the dreamer attaining happiness, perhaps Crewel stayed in the fashion industry and made it big. Like he owns his own popular fashion house or something, owns a house huge enough to house 101 dogs, never has to deal with the frustration of teaching or getting his student to behave ever again. Buuuut as we can see from his voice lines and vignettes, Crewel actually does like teaching (even though it’s tough on him sometimes) and, more than that, he loves seeing his pups learn and mature. He’d need to be reminded of the pride he feels when he sees his students succeed, and knowing that he had played an active role in shaping that success and interest in the sciences.

Trein would be the most interesting of the staff reactions, in my opinion. He would be able to relate a lot to Malleus’s struggle to accept loss, since Trein experienced the passing of his wife as well as the empty nest syndrome that comes with his adult daughters moving out. Because of this, I can easily see Trein empathizing with Malleus but also being extremely disappointed in him. He’d resolve to knock some sense into his student, and then deliver a harshly worded “tough love” lecture afterwards.

Trein’s dream would be so sad, man… Him living out a happy life with his wife and daughters, and then you have to come in knowing this peace has to be disrupted. Trein has been shown in the past—particularly when he interacts with Crewel and during GloMasq—that he cares deeply for his students and blames himself for failing to teach them right from wrong if they act out. Maybe the students would intentionally misbehave or act morally despicable in his presence, causing Trein’s emotions to get riled up. (After all, he did get pretty upset when his students suggested abandoning the flower infested city.)

Side note: both Crewel and Trein would worry about the health of their pets/familiar (Lucius) while they’ve been dreaming.

I unfortunately have a lot less to say about Vargas and Sam (since I feel like we don’t have enough significant lore about them to formulate concrete thoughts on this subject)… However, I do think that they’d be sort of similar in that while they do feel disappointed with what’s happening, they try to stay upbeat and optimistic about the circumstances. Like Vargas and Sam are encouraging everyone to keep their spirits high even if the chips are down! (Vargas in a more arrogant, “never fear, I am here!” way, Sam in a more “I’ll tell you some interesting stories to distract you” way.) If we wanna talk more superficially, Vargas might mention being worried about his irl muscles wasting away and Sam about his store and profits.

Of the two, I see Vargas leaning towards more disappointment and Sam being slightly impressed by what Malleus has pulled off. This is because Vargas strikes me as someone who values real, tangible gains rather than using shortcuts. That’s pretty self-explanatory from how he constantly talks about muscles, working out, and the effort it takes to get there. Sam is someone who also deals in desires + has a dark, mischievous sense of humor. He might take a look at the sheer scale of what Malleus has achieved and crack a joke about how he wishes he were the one that could take credit for it. If he had the power to make dreams come true… well then, there wouldn’t be a need to keep stuff in stock, now would there?

As is the case with Crowley, I feel like I don’t know enough about either Sam or Vargas to determine what a feasible dream for them would be. I guess maybe a world where everyone adores and fawns over Vargas like the village does for Gaston??? And maybe Sam is the one who ends up a super wealthy entrepreneur, although maybe there’s something more he wants if he’s actually indebted to his friends on the other side like Dr. Facilier is.

Anyway, those are my thoughts ^^

[moredorkysjonsson]

My Hero Academia OC

Note: my oc's story is not meant to be set in the canon story of mha, it's more of an alternate universe.

She's no pro hero, nor a vigilante. She is a regular citizen with a complicated quirk and a natural instinct with protecting the weak. She calls these attributes a curse, because it just causes a lot of problems for her.

Quirk: "Werewolf", mutant type.

She has a similar behavior with the animals of canis genus, has an advance sense of smell and sense of hearing, high bite force, nails that naturally grows pointy. She's also greatly physically capable, impressively strong och fast, high stamina and her wounds heal faster than average.

Her werewolf transformation gets triggered by the increase of her adrenaline, and the more she transform the more aggressive and impulsive she becomes. Her hair raises hackle, she grows fur on her body, grows a tail, immense bite force, more powerful claws and paw pads. Her physical powers also increases and her body healing ability becomes faster and she can heal lose limbs as long they are placed back together.

Weakness:

Her quirk might appear OP, but she has some weakness too. For example: 0% might be impressively capable, but she's weaker and slower than her 10-100% forms. Advance sense of hearing and smell can also be quite a hassle when it comes to very loud sounds and strong smells. The werewolf transformation is also tremendously physically and mentally exhausting, which makes her body collapse when she re-transforms and the 70-100% forms often causes amnesia, which makes her not remembering what happened during it.

Her collar she has around her neck, is also a somewhat of weakness. Its durability is limitless and can be used against her to maneuver her. As long as she doesn't caught whatever is catching her with her strong jaws. (She has been wearing that collar since she was 5 years old)

Info about her:

Name: Toboe Soichi

Alias: The Werewolf, Wolf, Pup (She didn't choose any of these alias, it's what she's called by people because of her quirk. Her daily 0% form isn't recognized by those alias)

Gender: Female (she, her, they, them)

Age: 30's

Height: 173 - 178cm (5'8 - 5'10)

Eye color: kyanite-blue & deep-yellow

Hair color: Dark chestnut

Occupation: Part time florist assistant

Soichi was born in Nagano Prefecture, her father was one of Japan's top heroes and he died 5 month before her birth. She was raised by her mother and with some help from her aunt (mother's sister). Soichi was born with some of her quirks attributes, but the werewolf transformation took form at the age of 4 and it was quite different than it is today. Her transformation turned straight from 0 to 100%, and the first impression of her new quirk was a disaster, biting off the finger of a kindergarten teacher, and that wouldn't be the last time her quirk caused chaos.

Soichi's childhood was difficult because of her quirk, she struggled to get friends, she was harassed by other children's parents and so did her neighbors, because they were scared of her werewolf form. Soichi's mother was however doing everything she could to keep her safe and loved, and so did the rest of the family. At the age of 9, her and the family moved to Yamanashi Prefecture to try and start a life with less harassment and it fortunately went for the better. However, this is also the chapter in her life when she starts to do heroic things.

In her early 20's she gets in trouble with the law after an altercation with a A rank villain and a misunderstanding fight with the top hero All Might. Soichi gets charged for vigilantism and violence against pro hero, and she gets brought to trial. Soichi's mother begs All Might to help Soichi from getting into prison and she explains her quirk's complication and that she's actually a good person. All Might being the hero that he is decides to meet Soichi himself to get his own impression of her, and when that time came he was surprised by her 0% form, she was a completely different person compare to the one who he fought. She was polite and shy, but most notable was her righteousness and sense of responsibility. Telling him that she deserve to go to prison for attacking him, even if she rather not. This and the fact that Soichi fought the villain to protect people, made All Might realize that she doesn't deserve prison time at all, this also makes him decide to defend her when he attends to the trail as a witness.

During the trial, the judges sympathizes a bit for Soichi's quirk complications, but what really made them recognize her was All Might's input on the situation, and they finally decides to judge her as not guilty. However, this is where Soichi gets labeled as a "risk of violent behavior" at the police registration, which means that the law will have a firm eye on her.

A year after the trial, Soichi gets in contact with a psychotherapist from northern Europe, that works with people who struggles with similar quirk complications as herself. He helps her to learn to better control her negative emotions and a safer way to protect herself and others. After 4 years of this, she grows a lot as a person and she's able to slow down her transformation. Her 100% becomes rare and her 0-60% are a lot more common.

Soichi has no interest in the hero life style, she just want to live a normal life and only protect her family and the few friend she has, but she can't avoid her instinct with helping those who happens to be in danger close by. She tries to avoid the police and most pro heroes. But the law isn't the only problem, so are villains that goes against her and those who recognize the similarity she has with her father.

Inspirations for Soichi and her story:

MHA(obviously), Mob Psycho 100, One Punch Man, Devilman, Invincible, DCUA, Beastars, Naruto and much more.

There is a lot more to Soichi’s story, but I think this should be enough as a preview

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Pardon for any bad grammar, English isn't my first language and I was a bit tired when I wrote this ^^'

[bwoahtastic]

Seb following pup!Charles anxiously as he repeatedly almost kills himself from being too curious and clumsy for his own good. Lewis following shortly behind herding the both of them and watching Seb’s back.

Plsss scruffy soft curly wolf seb sees this disaster pup and goes "mine" lol. Seb judt wandering after the little chocolate coloured pup and nudging him in the right direction, or gently grabbing the back of his neck to carry him to safety! Charles js so curious and seb wants hi to explore but also gets way too many heart attacks from the pup frolicking about sksk

And alpha Lewis following in the shadows coa maybe he was trying to court seb and wanted to sire Seb a pup, but now seb found this fluffy little thing and stopped trying to show off for Alphas, but it's pkay, Lewis can love this pup like his own too!

Maybe something tries to attack seb and Charlie but Lewis jumps in between to protect them. Charles being so excited to see another wolf and Lewis is such a big wolfie!! Seb licking Lewis's muzzle and purring and making him follow to his nest to curl up, he could use help keeping Charles safe anyways sksk

[ccycloneblogging]

Because I made you guys sad with the Sunset comic, here's a little bonus for it.

In case you haven't seen it, here's page 1.

[animeomegas]

What character would enjoy dressing up for their pup’s playtimes? Like the butler for a princess or super villains their pups have to defeat to save their Appa. It would be so cute and funny 🥰

- 💌

Aww, super cute! You didn't specify a fandom so again, I'll just pick a few that come to mind first.

Kiba would have so much fun doing that lol. He would get way too into it, but it would be hilarious XD

I think Itachi really enjoys it too, once he's had some practice with imaginary play (and he needs that practice after his disaster of a childhood.) He's not as good at it as Kiba, but he finds it simply heart bursting to watch his pups play pretend.

(Neji will wear a crown or something, but he won't dress up. He kind of shot himself in the foot by dressing up so much in bed. It will always have dirty connotations to him now lol.)

Kirishima would, 100%!! He would live for dressing up and doing some imaginary play.

So would Midoriya, who is always down for playing heroes haha, and I could see Mic also being very good at it, he just has that innate power to level with young children. All he has to do is play for five seconds, and the children have already made him their god. Denki too I think.

I think Matsuda would love playing and getting dressed up with his pup! Although he might get embarrassed if anyone else was observing him do that. He's a big fan of princess tea parties, I think.

Mammon would be good at this, and I think he'd have a lot of fun! He loves kids, thinks they're hilarious, and he can also really get on that energy level with young kids. He loves playing the monster or the villain that his pups must try to defeat.

Barbatos and Simeon are good as the butler type characters, but not so good as the super villains lol.

Seven needs a mention too, I think he would love dressing up more than his kids would lol! He is always down to put on a wig and go crazy XD Imaginary play is his favourite!

[msfbgraves]

Would you ever consider writing a scene either right before or right after Daniel has sex with Terry in their bedroom for the first time after they return from the “save the marriage” trip and obviously “that night”? It was such a traumatic experience; I am curious as to how Daniel feels about being intimate with Terry that first time in the room where it happened, and on the bed where it happened.

It had been an almost normal day. They'd woken up around three in the morning because Yasmin had insisted to sleep in their bed with them; Terry seldom allowed that but this wasn't a normal night, and the sweetheart was so pale she looked almost bloodless. She burrowed against her Daddy, but, and that was not really like her, held her Mama's hand in a vice grip the whole time. Daniel didn't mind, he was exhausted, and the longing for his pups had not left him entirely, however many kisses he had showered them with the day before. So they'd slept, and when all the pups had come to their room a mere three hours later, they'd climbed in and they had all held each other, until Sammy and Yasmin had startled squabbling and then it was time for breakfast anyway. He'd walked them all to school, Dutch sheepishly pushing Robby's stroller, Gianni close to Daniel's body as Eli and Yasmin both clung to his hand; Sammy had been her examplary self and held on to Yasmin's other hand, until she'd starting sobbing outside of the school gates. "Mama, stay!"

"I'm not going, angelina," he said, pointing at a little bench outside, in full view of the classroom window. "Ragazzi, Mama is staying right where you can see him. You can wave to me from inside, yes?"

It was against school policy, but Terry had paid for the swings so they'd have to deal with it. Daniel did not mind, cuddling his two littlest ones close to him for two hours, chatting with Terry's guards, while he waved to his eldest pups every three minutes. Only when they came out for recess did he get up, blew Sammy one more kiss and went home with Dutch and Susan.

He let them warm up with coffee and Italian bought biscotti, and set to work on preparing the pizze for dinner as soon as Robby and the baby slept. He avoided the bedroom, he was busy, and Terry also preferred fresh pizza over starched sheets.

The pizza party had ended with a happy mate, happy pups and a disaster of a kitchen, so when they were all in bed and Terry had slipped into his office, it wasn't that strange that he needed more time than usual cleaning. Sometimes, Terry's people came in for a nighttime update or gossip, and helped, but the watchcrew stayed outside tonight. Daniel understood, he wouldn't have wanted to intrude himself.

Still even working alone it wasn't often that Terry found him declogging the sink at 11 pm, it had to be said.

"Danny boy."

"Hi - almost done. Ma's rearranged everything again, but that'll take so much time tomorrow morning -"

"You need to sleep, love."

"I know, but, I'm not on American time just yet, if I tire myself out a little..."

"Go upstairs, come on."

"Of course. You want a nightcap?"

"I'll make it." He pulled him close, and Daniel rested his cheek against his chest. "You sure?"

"I'm Irish. You think I can't make you a drink?" He put a hand on Daniel's stomach. "Puppy OK?"

Daniel smiled, widely. "Terry, it feels so much better with all the puppies near. More settled, even for this one."

A kiss. "I'm glad to be home, too." Then he showed him towards the door. "Bed. Now."

"Yes, Alpha."

Only he wanted to turn left at the top of the stairs. Just a little checkup, see if they were alright. So he did, an rearranged Robby's blanket.

Two more minutes wouldn't hurt.

But he heard Terry finishing up in the kitchen, and, well, he didn't want to argue in front of the pups, so he gave Eli an extra kiss and set out for the bedroom.

This morning's smell of the puppies lingered, and he took heart. Still, maybe better to change in the bathroom, with the sheets such a mess.

It would be better to drink before brushing his teeth, but he felt he didn't want it. Terry would forgive him surely.

He brushed. And then some more. Dental hygiene always suffered on vacation.

A knock on the door. "Daniel?"

"Almost done!"

He felt a little less tense with Terry near, and he decided to leave the top of his blue, satin pajamas open. A new buy from Syracuse.

"Love, unlock the door, OK, I need to wash."

"Yes, alright." He did, hugged Terry once more before entering the bedroom. They didn't speak.

But he really wanted to get in now, and he had to do something about that mess of tangled sheets...

He didn't move. He heard Terry turn off the faucet.

He didn't move.

He heard Terry come in and turned, he needed to check on the puppies, absolutely, without delay...

Terry swept him off his feet.

No...

"It's OK," he whispered as Daniel clung to him. "It'll be like yesterday. Nothing happened yesterday, did it?"

He couldn't talk.

"Breathe, mo cuishle," Terry said as he put him down on the mattress. "Hold on to me, alright?"

It helped. He sucked in a breath.

"There's a good boy. Can you smell our little ones? I think that's Robby next to you. Come on, lie down."

Daniel sat, upright, on his knees as Terry moved to right the covers, which really were a tangled mess. "I'll do that -"

"Tomorrow. Let's get you tucked in."

"Come here," Daniel brought out.

"Be right -"

"Terry, I need you!"

Terry wasn't ready for bed, he was still wearing his shirt, but for once Daniel couldn't care less. He got up, out, and clung to his mate.

"Och, Danny." Terry stroked his hair, trailed a finger over his bitemark. "Sweetheart, you need to sleep -"

"Hold me."

He held onto him as Terry sat them both down on his side of the bed, crawled in next to him and somehow pushed them both to the middle. Daniel let him pull up the covers as he pulled up his knees.

"Oof, this can't be comfortable, darlin'."

"Don't care!"

But he was tired, and whatever else he felt, the scent of Terry always made his muscles relax.

Even here.

"There's a good boy," Terry whispered. "Sleep, my darling."

Daniel did.

*

He woke warm, relaxed - with Terry's lips on his bitemark and his hand on his cock.

"Hmpf?"

"Sh..." Terry said. "There's a job this morning, very early. I wasn't gonna say anything. But I need you."

"Pups?"

"Not up yet. You stay warm, I'll do all the work."

It was fine, it felt good, in a dreamy state between worlds. He turned around to kiss him when Terry came close; spilled over his hand as Terry worked his cock. Soon Terry turned soft inside him.

"Sleep tight," he whispered when he pulled out and got up. Daniel turned, tried to get closer to his mate's warm, vacant spot. He closed his eyes, but he still felt himself stiffen up. He lift his head as he heard Terry get his things. "At least let me make you something -"

"Shh..." Terry said. "Sleep."

Daniel closed his eyes and waited till he heard the very careful closing of the back door, which meant Terry was getting his guns. Daniel slipped out and went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up.

"Danny boy! Bed!" he heard Terry, if sotto voce, call from downstairs.

He sighed. "Yes, Sir!"

"I'm not leaving till you're in!"

He went back, rolled unto Terry's side of the mattress. Porca puttana, their bed sucked. He'd no idea how he'd ever slept on this mattress.

He waited until he heard Terry drive off. He was awake now. Might as well check on the puppies. He could feel his shoulders drop as soon as he opened the door.

Sammy pushed herself up. "Mama?"

"Sh, angelina- you alright, baby?"

"Is it cuddle time yet?"

He walked to her bunk. "No, baby - tell you what. Shall we do cuddle time here?"

Her eyes grew big. "Just me?"

"Just you, my darling."

"OK!"

He pulled back the covers and slipped in as quietly as he could. "This alright, sweetheart? You have enough room?" But he stopped talking as his eldest puppy slung her arms around his neck. "Don't go, Mama."

"I'm not going -"

"Not for a puppy either!"

"No, cucciola mia."

"Promise?"

"I'm staying right here."

She got comfortable, head nestled in his armpit. "I love you, Mama."

"I love you, too."

He slept like dead.

[suzukiblu]

More omega Clark and hungry!Kon for @qwertynerd97, whose priorities are obviously Correct, haha.

Clark finishes the dishes and checks in on Jon. He helps him out a bit with the book report he's working on and doesn't think about how Kon has never once asked for help with his own homework but was literally terrified the first time he brought home a bad grade on a test. Clark's tried to offer before and knows Lois has too, but Kon always says he's fine. 

Always says it nervously, too. 

And Clark just doesn't want to push him. Who knows how Lex made the kid feel about needing help or making mistakes or just trying to learn anything that hadn't been forcibly uploaded into his brain? He can't imagine it was ever anything good, given Lex's constant lack of patience for anyone he thinks isn't keeping up with him. Never mind that Kon's a pup; Lex would've expected immediate perfection from him anyway. Especially from a pup with his own DNA. 

So it's no wonder Kon doesn't want to learn or make mistakes in front of them. No wonder he's afraid to bring home a bad test. No wonder . . . 

No wonder a lot of things, honestly. 

Lois takes a break from her article to put away the clean dishes and rant about shitty ethics in local building projects and corrupt council members and also the restrictions of MLA format while Jon giggles into his homework. Clark makes sympathetic noises and tries not to laugh. 

Kon stays in his room and doesn't make a single sound. Clark can't even hear him tapping at his phone screen or playing anything on his handheld. Doesn't even hear him shifting around or his breathing settling into sleep. He's just lying there awake and away, doing absolutely nothing. 

Though he might still be crying. 

Clark's chest hurts–in more ways than one–and he wonders why Kon would rather hide in his room in perfect, motionless silence than be out here with the rest of them. 

He can't help feeling like it's his own fault. Like if he weren't here making Kon think about all the things he doesn't want to talk about, Kon would be tagging after Lois in the kitchen or distracting Jon from his report or just . . . something. Anything. 

Even just sitting quietly on the couch instead of curled up all alone in his room. 

Jon finishes his report, and Lois eyes the freezer speculatively. 

"Dessert?" she suggests. "I think we all deserve ice cream tonight." 

"Do we?" Clark asks, amused. 

"Well, Jon and I do, Smallville," Lois replies with a smirk. "But we'll share with you and Kon, because we're such good packmates like that." 

"Oh, both top three at least," Clark agrees with a laugh, then sweeps back into the kitchen and wraps his arms around Lois to give her a peck on the cheek. She rubs the scent glands in her wrists across the ones in his neck and smirks up at him again, and Jon delightedly takes the excuse to worm in-between them and get himself scented too. 

Clark tries not to concentrate on the fact Kon isn't in here doing the same thing and reminds himself that they need to not push him; that they need to give him space and time and let him come to them. Lex did nothing but push the kid, always demanding something else from him, always demanding more from him, and he absolutely despises the idea of ever, ever treating him a thing like Lex did. 

He just can't do that to him. 

How could he? 

He wants to scent Kon so badly–even more than he wants to nurse him, honestly–but Kon always stays back just out of reach, and stepping into his carefully-established personal space just seems like too much. Too invasive, too disrespectful, too . . . pushy.

Once or twice, when they've responded to disasters or accidents together, Kon had wound up in his arms for one reason or another, and it hadn't ever been any kind of purposeful scenting, but . . .

Clark had liked it. Felt soothed by it. 

And then they'd gone home and Kon had rushed straight into the shower and hadn't come out 'til he'd scrubbed through half a bar of soap, and Clark had barely been able to hold himself back from scenting him deliberately. 

"Go get your brother," Lois tells Jon as she gives him a last scruffing, then gives Clark a quick nuzzle before heading to the freezer. He goes for the bowls and spoons, and Jon runs off to knock on Kon's door. Clark tries not to eavesdrop, but at this distance . . .

"Kon!" Jon calls, and Clark hears a very, very quiet shifting that might be Kon sitting up, or might be him curling up into a ball, or might . . . "We're having ice cream, do you want some?"

"Not hungry," Kon says, short and blunt. Jon wilts a little, then puffs himself back up. 

"It's ice cream, you don't have to be hungry!" he exclaims. Clark very badly wants to get down a fourth bowl, but . . . 

Kon is odd about sweet things, sometimes. Clark's pretty sure he likes them, but sometimes he seems to get upset when he eats them or only takes a bite or two and then runs off with another weak excuse. 

Clark isn't sure if that's something else to blame Lex for, or . . . 

Omega milk is sweet, is the thing. 

And sometimes Kon seems to get upset when he eats sweet things. 

Clark doesn't know if the taste is reminding him of whatever's putting him off Clark's milk or is making him miss Lex's milk or who knows what, but . . . 

But it's just hard not to think about it, sometimes. 

"Not hungry," Kon repeats, and Clark hears him just barely shift his weight against his mattress. Kon never nests or burrows or even messes up his bed that much, but Clark can't help but picture him hiding from them in it; picture him feeling unsafe, and unwilling to leave the only place in the apartment that smells that much like it's his, even if he's never deliberately scented it as his. Can't help remembering the awful sound of that single hitched sob, and, worse, Kon's stuttered heartbeat and held breath after it. Kon's obvious fear that he'd been heard, and whatever he'd thought that might mean. 

Clark doesn't even want to think about what Lex would've done if he'd ever caught the kid crying. His custom-designed "Superman" who hadn't come out the way he'd wanted, who hadn't been as unbeatably powerful as he'd wanted him to be, who hadn't been as impossibly perfect as he'd wanted him to be. Who hadn't been something he could just push a button to control like one of his machines. 

Who he hadn't even fucking named.

No. Clark really, really doesn't want to think about what Lex and that damn green syringe of his would've done. 

[blue-the-hedgehog]

Nobody who had seen Peter act with Malia when the wild hunt happened could keep telling that Peter wasn’t a loving guy. And really he was. Peter had been totally in love with Eli since he was born. He would have gave him the moon and all the stars if the kid had asked him. Obviously he was trying to spoil the kid rotten but his dads won’t let him do. They tried to get some values in the puppy’s head so they had put some rules about the amount of gift and money spend in one outing. But other than that they totally trusted him to be the pup babysitter if they needed. And really he was honored that after all that had happened over the years they trusted him with their most precious treasure.

So sometimes he would broke the outing rule and he would bring his perfect baby nephew (‘cause grand-nephew made him feel old) everywhere he wanted just to make him happy. To show how much this trust meant to him he would often bring gift to his wonderful nephew and his dear Stiles.

Because yes , he had a weird way to show it , but Peter had always got a soft spot for the smart, sarcastic, witty, loyal human. Derek had been quite possessive of his mate at first when Peter started to bring gift to Stiles but he started to calm down after a year as he saw that it was just his uncle way to bond with Stiles and that he didn’t actually tried to stole his mate from him.

So Peter was doing all he could do for his baby nephew Eli. When he had heard about the coyote incident he had decided to stop his travelling and just started to live with the little family. They couldn’t argue with him in any way. So they just went with it and it was actually working pretty well.

Obviously when Stiles started to have to go on missions he had started to sneeck in Peter’s bedroom on the eve of his departure when Derek was asleep to fullfil their ritual: Stiles gave Peter his set of keys and ask him to protect and take care of all the family and friends.

« And this peoples include you Peter! Don’t start sacrificing yourself and take care of you too! »

Stiles would repeat that to him every time and it was always making him warm and happy.

As always they had done the same when Stiles get to a mission before the Nogitsune disaster. Everybody seemed to discourage Derek to call Stiles and he couldn’t take on him to call. And as always following Scott McCall’s plan was an open road to disaster and chaos because all the brain cells in their generation seemed to had been taken by Stiles. They had won, they had got rid of the Nogitsune, but the price was his nephew’s life. Few days after the last encounter, the worst part of the shock to have witness his sweet nephew burn in front of his eyes had passed. But he went all panicked when he couldn’t find Eli anywhere.He was supposed to take care of all of them but here he was: his nephew was dead and his puppy Eli had disappeared, he even had not take care of himself because he had done nothing in two days, he didn’t even remember Derek’s funeral.. oh my god they had Derek’s funeral without Stiles.As soon as he will know and be back he will kill him again…

He went to find the sheriff at the station. The was ready to put down a werewolf as he said to him that Scott was on his way to took Eli with him to LA. Oh no, Peter will not let it happen. Over his dead body! Nobody will take away his baby nephew from him! Noah told him that he had called Stiles, Scott was supposed to do it but it seemed that he had forgot that point and that’s why Stiles wasn’t back yet.

So they get to Scott’s with Noah. The Alpha sounded like a child who didn’t want to share a toy when he told them that Derek had told him to take care of Eli.

« For god sake Scott! Eli have family here! I’m his family ! I’m a Hale! Malia and cora are his family… Noah is his family, STILES IS HIS DAD JESUS CHRIST! Scott you can’t took Eli from his family! Derek told you to take care of him not to take him away from us like he was a stray puppy! »

Peter had to fight, but it looks like he was talking in the wind and Scott won’t let go. Not even to the sheriff. It was a hard war to fight, because Scott didn’t care to listen to either Peter, Noah or even Eli.

Scott wasn’t prepared to fight this war. Peter wanted Eli back! He wouldn’t disappoint Stiles and he wouldn’t let anyone get Eli away from his family. If he had to play dirty, he would live to do it. He had dreamed to trick his former beta. So he planed something with Noah. And tricking Scott was almost to easy to be satisfying. First they had wait for a day when Allison would go see her dad, then Noah had get to Scott to talk with some of his wife’s lemonade that the boys had loved growing up. They had laced it with small amount of wolfsbane just to get more chance for the animal’s sedative they wanted to use to put him asleep to take and last longer. Peter had fun to use a blowpipe to send a sedative dart right in Scott’s neck. The face he had made when he had understood what had happened was priceless, he took a pic. And it worked they could took back Eli, getting him out of the bedroom that he was in and explained to him that his daddy was on his way.

Peter kept Eli near him at any given time from there, growling at everybody who came near the house except Noah until Stiles get back home. Will they waited he had searched for a way to bring Derek back to life. He will need Stiles’ magic for that this time, he can already tell that nobody will let him drug people with wolfsbane again. When Stiles came back home he was pissed, but he thanked his father and Peter when they told him the Scott’s incident story. He laughed at the face on the picture that Peter at took. And soon they had Derek back in the house. They all get yell at for some reasons.

But Stiles thanked again Peter, he had done his mission, he had took care of their family even if it was a hard time for him. And Peter was proud. Because everybody could see that Peter love is family, and that Eli would always have his uncle Peter to love him unconditionally.

But to make his baby nephew Eli forgive him to had let him in Scott hands, he will negotiate with Stiles and Derek to finaly let Eli use the Jeep.

[dreamerofvalyria]

Beyond the Loch | Monster CoD AU | Chapter 3.

Summary: “With monsters now being used the world over to wage war, the military is desperate to encourage non-human citizens to join their ranks. A young kelpie, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, is invited to join the infamous Task Force 141, the first task force in history to be headed up by a monster. Soon after joining, he encounters a black dog, an omen of death known only as Ghost. Determined to prove that not all black dogs are harbingers of disaster and misfortune, he decides to become Ghost’s field partner, becoming close to the spirit while everyone else flees from him terror. Only time can tell if he’ll come to regret it or not.”

Notes: Decided to create my own CoD Monster AU! I’ve seen loads of different AUs, but this will be my own personal take on what creatures the different characters would be. 

Pairing(s): Future Ghost/Soap. Other to be added.

Warnings: Unedited because I’m tired ;w;.

Series Masterlist

Previous: Chapter 2.

Next: Chapter 4.

Kelpies are an oddity, Ghost has decided. 

Of course, he cannot know for sure if all kelpies are so strange or if it’s simply the personality of his new sergeant. For now, he will have to assume that it is a quirk of the species, but just in case, he’ll have to continue observing the other man from a distance. It has been less than 48 hours and already he is causing quite the stir.  

Currently, the sergeant is stood in the middle of the field of grass that surrounds the base on all sides. He has shifted from his human form and into a more natural shape. Ghost isn’t too proud to admit to himself when he finds something or someone impressive, and the equine from of John MacTavish is certainly that.  

A stunning, muscular stallion with a black coat that shines a deep green in the sunlight like the iridescent feathers of a bird. It’s an unnatural, ethereal animal so similar to a regular horse yet completely different at the same time. The mane has been cut short, closely resembling the Mohawk the man sports, but his tail has been left to grow out. He watches silently as it swishes, snapping at any instincts foolish enough to try and land on the monster’s body.  

Ghost settles himself onto the grass across from the other man, no longer in his human form. A batch of new recruits has recently arrived and the captain has decided that it would be best to get the human ones desensitized to the monsters they will be working alongside as soon as possible. And so, Ghost has been forced to spend his brief break between jobs lounging near them in his canine form.  

There is, of course, a healthy level of curiosity among the humans, many of them trying to take subtle looks at him from where they’re training. With any luck they’ll soon grow bored of gawking at him and his fellow monsters. He hates the attention.  

Soap, however, seems not to have that issue, flaunting his stunning form much to the delight of the younger soldiers . It takes him a while to finally notice Ghost’s presence, ears pricked forward in his direction and head raising to stare at the dog. He snorts, shaking out his mane before tilting his head slightly to the side so their eyes meet. 

He doesn’t behave like a prey animal staring down a massive dog bigger than it. He watches Ghost with great intensity, but not with the flighty nervousness of a horse, rather a predator observing potential prey. His eyes don’t flutter about in search of danger, they stay pinpointed on the other animal in interest. Two dangerous predators, one obvious in his threat, the other a mimic, pretending to be a gentle, fragile creature. He can see why naïve humans would so easily fall for such a beautiful creature only to be torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.  

But Ghost is no newly whelped pup, he knows how it feels to be regarded by another beast.  

His point is proven when Soap suddenly yawns. His mouth opens, but rather than opening normally, his whole face splits open. All the way from the centre of Soap’s lips to the hinge of his jaw pull apart like a snake, showing off the row of shark-like serrated teeth hidden within. A human head could easily fit between the monster’s jaws and Ghost doesn’t doubt he has the strength needed to separate one from the rest of the body.  

He hopes one day he’ll be fortunate enough to see it for himself.  

Despite his interest, he forces himself to tear his eyes away from the other monster, ignoring the way his fur is standing on end under the horse’s intense scrutiny. He goes back to observing the fresh meat instead, watching the rather poor form of the men only just learning their way around the obstacle course.  

The men have all been handpicked from their previous positions and brought on board to join the task force due to their promising potential, but they’re all rough around the edges, at least by Ghost’s standards. They seem to be able to sense his gaze, occasionally glancing in his direction before looking away again just as quickly, as if his eyes alone will eat them alive.  

He supposes it doesn’t really matter; he likely won’t be working closely alongside any of them. The Ghost works alone. 

Soap seems to be much more suited to working with others. He’s easily approachable and seems to get along with everyone he encounters. No wonder Price decided to invite the man to join the team, he can already tell that the kelpie was a good choice. Just a few hours earlier, Soap was showing off some of his skills under the guise of training.  

If the rest of the men hope to work with the new monster, then it’s imperative they learn how Soap behaves and how to work his abilities into battle plans. He’d only showed off a half-shifted form the same as he’d done the previous afternoon, displaying his agility and speed below the water. He’s swift and dangerous, with powerful muscles that move him through the murky lake like a crocodile. 

And now, Soap is trotting across the field, head pulled back to form an elegant curve. He looks like one of those fancy horses performing dressage, each movement carefully choreographed so that not a single ounce of energy is needlessly expended. It isn’t until the kelpie lifts his head to regard Ghost with a pleased whinny that he realises he’d been staring again. He feels his own ears flatten back against his head, irritated at himself. 

The horse, however, seems mighty pleased with the attention, flicking his tail and snorting.  

Ghost can’t help rolling his eyes at the behaviour, leaning down to rest his head on his paws with a soft huff. Thankfully, he's saved from explaining himself to the sergeant by a young corporal jogging over and waving down the kelpie. The human quickly starts to relay an order from Price and while the two of them are distracted, Ghost is able to slip away unseen.  

Well, as unseen as a black behemoth of a dog can at least. 

He manages to get to the building where the command team offices are located before shifting back into his human form. His clothes materialise around him - one of the perks of being a ghost - and he's able to slip inside.  

Price's office is located beside his own, allowing them to easily reach one another. More often than not, Ghost will find himself scooping up his laptop or whatever paperwork he needs to fill out and bringing it to the Captain's office rather than his own. He typically prefers his own company, but occasionally even he feels the need for some social interaction. Even if the interaction is limited to sitting silently while in someone's presence. 

He decides to pause at his own office, collecting the handful of papers that have been deposited on his desk. He's due to meet with Price now for details on an upcoming mission, but it will be a fairly unofficial briefing seeing as it's set to be a solo mission. He might as well bring some paperwork to complete afterwards. 

When certain he has everything he needs, Ghost raps on the captain's door, waiting patiently until a soft "it's open," comes from the other side. The room is fairly dark when he enters, the cool, dim lighting being what the dragon finds most comfortable. The man should be lazing around in some deep cave up in the mountains, but he's doing the best he can with what he has to work with. 

The captain is courteous enough to switch on the lights when dealing with humans and their inferior eyesight, but Ghost is more than happy to be lurking about in the darkness with only the bright glinting of Price's visible. It's a pleasant place, especially with the scent of cigar and dragon smoke in the air.  

"Captain," Ghost greets with a brief nod.  

He's met by a deep rumbling sound that could easily be mistaken for a growl, but Ghost has been around the other monster long enough to recognise the slightly gentler tone, more of a pleased purr than anything aggressive. It's an internal battle to resist the urge to wag his tail at the greeting. Lord knows he would never be able to live it down, instinctive or not. 

"Lieutenant," Price hums back, resting the cigar he had been in the process of smoking on the edge of his ash tray. "Take a seat, we're just waiting on one more," he continues. 

"One more...?" Ghost asks slowly, eyebrows furrowed behind his mask as he dutifully takes the seat the captain had gestured to. Perhaps one of the intelligence operatives had more to inform them of? 

"Yes," Price confirms, rumbling softly to himself as he strokes his beard in thought, "the new sergeant, MacTavish. I've decided to assign him to this mission." 

Ghost beats down the way he immediately goes to bristle at that, remaining calm as he says, "I thought this was a simple in-and-out mission?" 

"It will be, hardly anything worth losing sleep over," the dragon confirms, leaning back into his chair, "which is precisely why I thought it would be a good first mission for Soap. To test the waters, see how he works with someone else." 

Now that's a little suspicious. Soap has a long list of successful missions working alongside both humans and other monsters. There's no need to test how the kelpie would do around others and he highly doubted the other man needed to be eased into the job. "Anything else?" He knows that Price can see his narrowed eyes, even if his suspicious frown is obscured. 

The lizard is entirely unfazed, offering a mere shrug before taking a puff of his dying cigar. "Not particularly," he smiles, but is apparently unable to hide the intensity in his slitted eyes, "although, I will require a report on MacTavish's abilities, what you think of him." Price might have waved his hand lazily at the addition, as though it was unimportant, but Ghost is smart enough to read between the lines. 

The captain isn't trying to find out how Soap works with other people in general, he's trying to find out how he works with Ghost. 

Price is saved only by the sound of another knock on the office door, otherwise Ghost would be telling the man exactly what he thought of putting him with the sergeant. It was a terrible idea that would only get the kelpie hurt, and Soap didn’t deserve to be dragged down just because he didn’t have the common sense to keep well enough away.  

Most people were smart enough to keep Ghost firmly at a distance from them, only ever cooperating with him when they needed something from him. And he was fine with that, really, it was better for everyone that way, no matter how many times Price tried to prove to him otherwise.  

Ghost didn’t need another Roach on his hands.  

While Soap isn’t exactly a replacement perse – it has been several years since the horrible failure that ended with Roach in critical condition and almost a dozen men dead – Ghost can’t help seeing the similarities in their situation. A young, bright eyed and eager sergeant being assigned to work alongside him only to end up medically discharged or worse because of a bad call.  

For everyone who gets close to Ghost is always plays out the same way. They pry apart the thick walls he’s built around himself and remind him how to feel hope, entertaining the idea that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.  

Yet it never is, and Ghost isn't going to allow himself to grow attached to any other poor soul that just so happens to be unlucky enough to stumble into his life.  

Price calls for the person outside to enter and a moment later Sergeant MacTavish is standing beside Ghost’s chair, facing the captain. “Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost,” the man acknowledges, offering a nod to both in turn.  

“Have a seat, MacTavish, and we’ll get on with the briefing,” Price returns, nodding at the seat beside Ghost.  

The briefing takes only a short while, with the simplicity and prior discussed information making everything go much faster. But for Ghost it feels as though it drags on for hours and he can’t wait for it to be over so he can finally have a serious conversation with the captain again away from potential prying ears.  

When there are no further questions from either himself nor Soap, Ghost waits patiently for the other man to leave, but Price is quick to pipe up before he can, “I need to speak with the sergeant, so for now, you’re dismissed lieutenant.”  

His fingers twitch slightly in annoyance, but not wanting Soap to know something is wrong, he stands and offers the captain a salute. Ghost is a professional, he can tolerate working with someone, even if it would be easier to simply complete the mission alone. He’s not going to allow the presence of some new sergeant distract him.