#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.

[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

[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 ^^

[dairy-farmer]

Tim's first love was a boy.

And he wasn't just any boy, no. This boy had blue eyes the same shade of the sky. This boy spent more time in the air than he did the ground. This boy was a bird meant to fly free forever and always. Tim's first love was a boy named Dick Grayson. *The* Dick Grayson. The kind, the gentle, the passionate.

Tim's first brush with love was... an experience. It felt exhilirating, exciting, terrifying in a fun sort of way. It was an addictive drug that made Tim confused.

He did everything for him. Praised him. Adored him. Loved him. Anything a tiny boy the fresh age of 9-13 could do. He did.

But that wasn't enough to make Tim Dick's first love.

Tim's first love was Dick Grayson. And that ended in a tragedy. (For Tim at least. For Dick, it was one of those awkward little things where you gently tell a little kid 'no, I won't marry you and have babies with you. Why? Because you're a baby yourself.')

...

Tim's second love was also a boy.

This time, his eyes were a shade of green-blue. The color of the lake that Tim used to play around in when he was smaller. This boy was in every way the opposite of the first. He'd been melded with the earth so many times, he could be considered more rock than person. He was fierce, a fiery flame that would only grow stronger the more you try to extinguish him. He was emotional, a poet, a lover. If Dick Grayson were a nobleman, gently whispering promises of love into a maiden's ear, then this boy was a soldier promising his loyalty to her out and loud, kneeling on the ground while she stood on the balcony.

Tim's second love was a boy named Jason Todd.

If Tim's first love was a tragedy, then his second love was a *catasrophe*.

'I'm done with love.' Tim decides to himself as he blurrily watches red hood smear Tim's own blood on the walls of his home.

'So. Done with it.' He thinks, finally fainting with the echoes of red hood's laughter in his ears like some twisted little lullabye.

...

Tim's third love came as a surprise. She was a careless thing, hopeful and determined to be a defender of justice. It was cute. Clumsily cute. Like watching a tiny pup play around in a new environment. His feelings for her came out of nowhere- like the brick she used to hit his face the first time they met. She was pretty. Everything about her was pretty. From her hair to her laugh to her smile to her- well. Everything.

She liked him too, actually. They lasted a while. But trust and communication got in the way. She was someone who spoke with actions more than words and... turns out Tim doesn't quite get her actions that well. Not that he wasn't someone to blame as well, turns out trust was much more important in a relationship than both knew.

It was a puppy love kinda thing they had. Something they'd look back to once in a while. Meant to meet but not meant to be.

Bummer.

Oh well, c'est la vie for a vigilante. He chose this life, and nothing would make him regret it.

...

Tim's fourth love almost made him regret the cool vigilante life style.

But. To be fair.

Batman made everyone regret something at least once in their life.

Tim should've known falling for the 'dark and brooding' kind of guy would only end in a disaster. Batman, despite being the greatest detective on earth, saw absolutely no signs that Tim liked him like that. It was so frustrating! Why on earth would Tim fall for someone so! So!! Bruce!!

Bruce was womanizer, someone who caught every lady's eye everywhere he went no matter who he dressed up as (Even as Matches Malone he caught some eyes. Ugh. It's like crushing on a celebrity that you personally knew. Jealousy was so not a good color on Tim.)

Women loved him, so was it really a surprise when Bruce got with Selena? His on-again-of-again girlfriend that kinda treated Tim like some kid. He wasn't even Bruce's kid! Why! Ugh.

So, like a stubborn man who decided to get better taste in crushes. Tim's fourth love ended in bitter tears and a promise to do better.

...

Tim's fifth love was somewhat expected. Half the hero population already considered them dating, actually. His fifth love was electrifying in an exciting way. They knew each other too well. Tim had Kon's entire person memorized and Kon had his heartbeat memorized. Kon was a breath of fresh air compared to his previous crushes. He knew exactly what Tim was thinking, he trusted in him wholeheartedly. He loved Tim in every way that mattered. They liked the same things, made fun of each other's tastes in a way that doesn't hurt. Kon felt like Tim's old teddy bear Mr. Honeypot, who Tim told all his secrets to and loved dearly in that nostalgic, "you'll always be my teddy bear" way.

So that's why they didn't work out. Because Kon will always be Tim's clone-boy and Tim will always be Kon's Robin. Being with Kon would feel like getting married to your best friend in your late 30s. They were each other's safe option, the last choice. Tim just. Didn't like Kon that way no matter how hard he tried. It felt too much like making out with an alive mr. Honeypot. Tainting something sweet and innocent.

Tim's fifth love ended in an awkward goodbye. (For tim at least. For Kon, it was the most heartbreaking heartbreak he had ever felt.)

...

Tim's final love was. Well. It was funny for one thing. Tim's final love was someone who he thought he'd never get along with- much less get with. He was a spiteful man, with vocabulary far too old for his age. He was someone who had a sharp tongue to partner with his quick wit. Emerald eyes that glimmer in the dead of night and soften once it was on Tim. Tanned skin that looked so good mixed with Tim's pure white bedsheets. Muscles that could go for days and a gentle laugh that had Tim's heart beating at an odd pace.

Tim always knew he liked older people. Even steph had a few months ahead of him. He liked being the younger in the relationship. The only person he wasn't technically the youngest in a relationship with was Kon, but that's because Kon doesn't even have double digits in age. (Kon joked once that his birthday should've been on febuary 29th, that way he'd never reach double digits.)

So it came as a surprise when Tim found himself falling for Damian of all people.

Yeah. Tim likes the brat.

But in his defense. Tim has never felt more pampered. Sure it wasn't getting with an older guy, but it sure *felt* like it. Damian loved to do everything for Tim. Acts of service. How gentlemanly of him. He massaged Tim's feet, fed him grapes, did everything Tim asked. He even led during sex which. Wow. Tim has never felt that good, by the end of it all his legs were shaking and he was fucked literally senseless. He had to be carried for a day and a half cause he lost the feel in his own body. Damian cherished him, as if he was some precious jewel that belonged in a treasurecove guarded by a dragon or something.

Damian always had this whole smug face and smug aura whenever he paraded Tim around. It was like the cat that got the canary. Tim doesn't really get it, but it was a cute expression on his face so Tim let him parade his body around ('really, it should've been the other way around' Tim thinks. 'I should be showing you off instead')

Tim's last love is the best love he's ever felt. It was amazing. It was heaven. It was. Jesus. It was Damian. Isn't that enough of an explanation?

...

"So. Y'think baby bird knows we like him yet?" Jason nudges Dick as they watch Damian twirl Tim around in the air.

Dick shakes his head, smiling softly at the scene. "Nope. Tim doesn't have a single clue. But, to be fair, he did like us before though. Guess it just wasn't time."

Jason blinks at him. "Y'mean he liked you. Don't think pretty bird there ever liked me." He scoffed.

Dick smirks at him. "Oh? Jaybird, didn't you know?"

Jason rolls his eyes at him. "I think I'd know if Tim had a crush on me."

Dick nods. "Tower incident that's when he stopped."

Jason blinked.

"He what."

Dick shrugs at him, turning around to purposefully miss Damian kissing Tim on the mouth. "Yeah. I don't think liking him same time he liked us would make anything different though. I was too old, you were... you. And Bruce is. Bruce."

Jason gasped. "Oh my god, he liked Bruce too?"

Dick nods, biting back a shit-eating grin. "And guess what? He almost said yes to Kon."

Jason dramatically gasps, both hands coming up to his face. "You mean! They weren't ever together!"

Stephanie jumps on Jason's back out of nowhere. "We're talking about Tim? Puh-lease. As if any one of you even had a chance with him. Least I got to try him out~" she purred.

Jason pushes her away, laughing lightly. "Yeah yeah. He's with the demon-brat now. But I'm calling dibs if they break up!"

Dick punches his arm. "Too bad, I called dibs first!"

!!!!!!!! this was so good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all of tim's loves being the bats and how they ultimatly disappointed or hurt him- except for kon and damian. and with damian tim was finally able to find real reciprocal love❤️❤️❤️❤️!!! poor kon though, that tim was his most devestating and most heartbreaking loss💔!

but damian being the one who loves tim back, who treats him well, who makes tim happy!!!!

even with his brothers calling dibs in the end, no way will damian ever let tim slip through his fingers like they all did!!!!

[coffeecat1983]

Luigi's Mansion 3: "A Friend in the Biz." (one shot)

     "So what happens now?" Luigi tilted his head in curiosity as Morty took the film from the camera.      "Why now comes the editing, my boy! The magic doesn't end when then camera stops rolling, no no, it keeps going!" Morty paused in his dramatics and darted up, looking the young man right in the face. "Care to watch?"    Luigi hesitated. He had the button and really should have continued on. But after everything he had to admit he felt exhausted.      "I-I guess a break would be okay." he muttered. A burble of agreement came from the tank on his back and Polterpup yipped his approval. Morty twirled with a flourish. "Then onward, to the editing room!"    Following the cheerful ghost, Luigi quietly took a seat once they entered the editing room. Morty hummed cheerfully as he darted around and hooked things up.      "You really are a natural." he praised. "What on earth are you doing in this disaster of a hotel?"    The question made Luigi rub his arm nervously. "We were tricked into coming here."    Morty paused, looking back at him. "'We'?" he turned away from the equipment and he then realized just how shaken and tired the human looked.      "Just what have you been through?" he said softly, pulling a chair around so he could sit while facing Luigi.      "K-King Boo and Gravely, they tricked me and my friends into coming here." Luigi couldn't stop himself, tears stung his eyes. "They kidnapped them." The tears began to fall. "Kid-Kidnapped my brother!"    A handkerchief appeared in the ghost's hand and he held it out. "You poor thing. I knew Hellen had strange plans when she took over, but kidnapping? Harming others? I had no idea."    Accepting the handkerchief, Luigi sniffled and blew his nose. "Th-Thanks." he muttered.      "Now, why would King Boo go after your brother?"    Luigi shuddered. "He's done it before. Twice. I got him back but this place, it's so big and there's strong ghosts here. I just…" he teared up again. "I'm scared we'll never get out of here."    Sitting back, Morty folded his arms with a frown. "I never agreed to this. When Hellen invited me here I was excited to make movies, to work with guests and discover new talent. She lied to me." he said bitterly. He then seemed to remember Luigi was right across from him. Getting up, he reached out his hand.

     "Get your things, my young star, you've got help on your side!" Pushing aside his fears, Luigi got up with a determined look on his face. "Okie-dokie!" The two left and went for the elevator. As Luigi entered the elevator, there was an echoing cackle and a dark blue light screen covered the elevator.      "Ah ah ah," Hellen Gravely's voice echoed around them. "That nasty pup aside, no helping!" she scolded.    Morty touched the screen and jerked back as it shocked him. Luigi hurried out of the elevator, passing through the screen with Polterpup right beside him.      "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. Dusting himself off, Morty glared up at the security camera. "I'm fine, my young star, thank you. But it seems our hotel hostess has decided you don't get any help." He sighed. "I'm sorry, it looks like you're on your own."    Polterpup yipped and Gooigi burbled loudly, making Morty smile. "Aside from your friends, I mean." He bowed. "But allow me this; if you ever need a place to rest, you are welcome back here any time you need. Remember, you have a friend 'in the biz'."    Luigi's eyes shone with a mix of sadness and relief. "Thanks, Morty." He held up the elevator button and it flew into place. "Guess I better go."      "Be careful." Morty waved as the elevator doors closed. He then turned to the security camera.      "Hellen, I know you can hear me." he hissed. "If you harm one hair on that young man's head, I will tear apart this hotel and you will wish you had never set foot out of your grave!"    Hellen sat back in her chair as she stared at the screen. The massive form of King Boo floated beside her.      "Huh, looks like you made him mad." the ghostly king commented.      "Ugh, I should have known not to bring him in. He still has memories of his life, remembers his humanity. It's annoying."    Morty floated back to the editing room. Once there he closed the door and let out a heavy sigh as he floated over to a photo that was pinned to the wall. It showed a man with a young woman beside him.      "Sweet little sister." he mused. "Maybe I should have gone on with you to that light that day. But the urge to make my masterpiece has been too strong." he turned, gaze settling on where Luigi had been sitting. "And the urge to help him is just as strong." A wistful smile played at his lips. "I'll see you again someday, I hope you can forgive me for making you wait."

END

By "CC"

[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!

[suzukiblu]

haven’t been able to eat for a bit and now im feeling even more sympathetic toward hungry kon… he always feels like this, feels worse than this, and he doesn’t even know clark wants to help

The power plant is a disaster and has clearly been deliberately sabotaged by someone, though Clark has no idea who or why and doesn’t have the time to be figuring it out just yet. He spares half a second to do the math on Kon’s ETA, then throws himself at the generators and starts ripping out and rerouting the overcharged ones that are threatening to blow and start a very, very unfortunate domino effect. 

“Get the civilians out! Five hundred foot perimeter!” he shouts the moment he hears Kon reach the point he’ll be able to hear him, and rips out another set of generators. 

“Yes, sir,” Kon says, quick and efficient. Clark keeps an ear on him and keeps trying to contain the sabotaged generators, and he hears Kon dive in through the same window he broke to get in and hears people start yelping as he grabs them off catwalks and out of offices and off the floor. He’s a small kid, but between the super-strength and the TTK, he can carry a good four people at a time without trouble. He’s carried more before, but Clark’s told him not to go over four in the field outside of times of absolute desperation. It’s an option that limits his maneuverability less while still maximizing his carrying capacity, and doesn’t ask too much of him or–Clark hopes, anyway–make him feel like he’s not doing enough. 

He doesn’t know if it makes him feel like that, though, because Kon just accepted the instruction as an order the first time Clark gave it and hasn’t questioned or challenged it once. Even right this moment, every trip he’s grabbing people in groups of exactly four–no more, and no less. 

Clark’s proud of him for listening, for accepting the feedback and taking it into account, but he’s also . . . 

He doesn’t like how it feels hearing his own pup call him “sir”, but it’s really not the time to be thinking about that.

[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.

[gabessquishytum]

not to keep turning everything into omegaverse, but: warprize fated mates omegaverse : )

Alpha Dream becomes obsessed with the delicious scent he smells one day on the battlefield and makes it his mission to find whoever it belongs to. They belong with him, to him. He will stop at nothing to have them at his side.

Meanwhile, Omega Hob is off being a mercenary and has no idea about any of this. He hears vague rumors about it but nothing with enough details to put anything together; and besides, he has other things to worry about.

Dream just keeps missing Hob and becomes more obsessive each time Hob inadvertently escapes.

Until he doesn't.

Maybe he gets injured. He's hurt, alone, in a forest somewhere and without his suppressants and he smells something so good, so wonderful and delicious, unlike anything he's ever smelled before- and between that and the stress, he's going into pre-heat.

And then Dream finally finds him.

Aksskdjf yes. I love scent kink and this is sooo good.

Dream is literally hunting Hob down at this point. He's stalked him through the battlefield to no avail, followed him from city to city but lost him each time. The scent is too good to give up on, though, and Dream is a persistent motherfucker. He follows the trail of scent carefully, leaving no clue or tip-off unchecked.

Hob has no idea that he's being so relentlessly pursued. He's oblivious and careless, and he allows his suppressants to run out. It doesn't even occur to him that someone might want him... until he picks up a certain scent. Something rich and delicious, something that makes him salivate. He realises suddenly how vulnerable he is, but the mysterious scent lulls him, makes him even more careless about his safety as he slips into heat.

Dream’s persistence pays off when he finds his omega, bathing in a stream in the woods to try and soothe his feverish body. The smell of heat overwhelms the air and makes Dream spiral into a state of terrifying arousal. He hardly recognises himself as he pounces on his prize.

Hob knows that he should be fighting back against the grip on his wrists but he... can't. That scent, thick and full of something cool and soothing. Hob mewls like a pup and bares his throat for his alpha, water rushing over both of them as they writh together in the stream. It's madness. It's a disaster. And for a few moments for both of them, it's absolutely perfect.

[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.

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Boo

Uuuuhhhhmmm new fix it where the tributes correctly assume not many people will pay attention to the games in the dead of night and escape the arena

So after the arena tour someone, doesn’t matter who, brings up the fact that there’s this big Capitol flag hanging from the wall. It’s probably Reaper venting about the Capitol’s self-obsession and God complex, using the flag as an example. While discussing strategy with Pup, Lamina has an epiphany and asks him to describe the arena to her, happy to hear that there’s a massive hole in the roof. The next night, she gives this info to the other tributes and proposes she and/or Treech climbs up with the flag so the others can climb it and they can escape. They manage to subtly inquire about when people watch the games and find out that the footage is hard to see at night and most people are asleep anyway. Nice!

Since they’ll be going into a city none of them have ever been in before, they decide to send out a few tributes first to find a hiding spot and gather maps and supplies. Every advantage could mean the difference between escape and a horrible death so they gotta be careful here. Someone from district 7 since they can scale both the inside and the outside of the arena without a rope, Bobbin, who knows Capitol fashion like his back pocket and can thus do disguises, and Teslee, who can help them with any possible tech-related roadblocks and function as the brains of this operation. Treech will be the one to leave the first night because his outfit is a little less recognizable than Lamina’s if he takes his hat off. Lamina will hang the flag back up on the wall. Treech asks if someone can let him steal sponsors so nobody questions why he isn’t coming out for supplies. Dill ends up volunteering because Felix is nice and that’s how the plan to fake her death is born. As a bonus, it erases suspicion over the lack of deaths. Lucy Gray looks after Wovey in Bobbin’s absence.

Having at least 16 kids leaving the arena in one go is a recipe for disaster, so they decide to make the actual exodus a two-parter. Treech will climb back up into the arena on the second night and let half the remaining tributes out. He himself will stay in the arena because he and Lamina have enough potential drama in the eyes of the Capitol to keep them entertained while giving Lamina a plausible excuse to leave the poles. Wovey will fake her death the third day too to once again throw off suspicion and give them a little more time.

The day of the games come, and Reaper, Coral and Tanner do a good job of securing weapons and looking pissed off that all the tributes are in hiding already. Lamina comes out a little while later (and mercy kills Marcus if he still ran away during the bombing) to climb onto the beams and chill there, collecting her first sponsor gifts. A few tributes make their appearances, with Reaper bringing out Dill to let her “die” and Treech “checking on her” before grabbing the water bottles Felix sent and disappearing back into the tunnels. Bobbin pops up for sponsors too, and Teslee collects parts from the drone with Circ. Then night begins to fall, and it’s time for the show to begin. The three chosen ones come out of hiding and rip down the flag. They use the tunnels to get into the stands and the plan is a go. Treech begins to climb with Lamina using district 7 whistle code to make sure he takes the safest route. He’s slowed down a little by the weight of the flag but he gets there eventually. After tying the flag to debris and making sure his hold on it is secure, he gives Lamina the okay, who communicates it to Teslee and Bobbin. Thankfully, the Capitol doesn’t expect the tributes to be smart or capable enough to get out of the arena, so only the main entrance is guarded. Teslee and Bobbin climb down the flag and Treech throws it down to Lamina, who’s waiting below and quickly goes to get the flag back in place.

They find an abandoned house to set up shop in and gather as many supplies as possible. Everything goes according to plan, with Dill’s “death” and Reaper and Lamina’s interactions near the beams (with Reaper “scaring off” the pack instead of leaving) enough to effectively fool the Capitol. Bobbin, Treech and Teslee do feel a little bad when they see Felix nearly sobbing during his interview, but his emotional state is a small price to pay for their lives. They gather supplies and start drafting up escape routes out of the city until Bobbin and Treech go back to the arena for the next phase of the plan. Teslee stays behind to keep working on strategies and building communication devices. Treech climbs back up into the arena, catching the flag thrown up by Jessup and securing it like the day before. Jessup, Sol, Lucy Gray, Circ, and Mizzen leave the arena that night.

Once all the chosen tributes are down, Treech climbs back into the arena with the flag. He’s the one to secure it this time, because Lamina did it last night so it’s only fair. The next day, Lamina and Treech have a little interaction in the early morning. Lamina drops one of her food packets and whistles, making a comment about Vipsania not feeding Treech loud enough for the microphones to pick up. Treech sprints through the arena and grabs the packet without stopping for even a second just like Foxface did and Katniss tried to do during the Cornucopia feast from the 74th games. Wovey “dies” by collapsing and Reaper does the morgue thing he did in canon, talks with Lamina some more and disappears again. Treech comes back out to talk to Lamina, thanking her profusely for the food and reminiscing with her about home, making sure the microphone can hear every humanizing story they share. Very subtle guys.

Eventually Lamina apologizes for “leaving” Treech (@ylvisruinedmylife’s book headcanon that I’ve hijacked for I Didn’t Think I’d Care (But I’m Not Letting Go) reasons) and he forgives her. Then the pack shows up and while Lamina tells him to run or get up so they can team up, he tells her they’ll never win this because they’re outnumbered against the deadliest group in the arena. Gaul’s getting pumped because she finally gets a “proper” death but uh oh! Sucks to be her because when Lamina “objects” Treech asks her if she really wants to bet her life on a fight spent balancing on a several inch thick pole against three capable fighters, two of whom have tridents more than three times the length of their axes. Lamina “decides” that he’s got a point there and that she’s not gonna wait to see if anyone gets a lucky hit so she follows him into the tunnels. Now all the tributes have a reasonable excuse to not be on camera, and once evening falls the tributes get to work.

They use rubble to fake Dill and Wovey’s “bodies” still being under the scraps of flag, using their own clothing to make up for the lost length of fabric. Then Lamina climbs up with their makeshift rope and helps everyone except Treech onto the wall. She throws the flag back down to Treech and leads everyone away towards the agreed upon meetup spot so they’re not waiting in plain sight while he goes to hang the flag back up on the wall. It being missing might give the Capitol a reason to check the footage from the night and figure out their escape plan sooner, so the tributes decided the few minutes lost are worth it. He checks the fakes bodies one more time before finally leaving himself and joining the group, leading them towards the safehouse. By then, there’s a solid plan A through G set up in case anything goes wrong and they have a meetup spot outside of the city. They leave in groups of 3 or four to have strength in numbers while maintaining stealth. Maybe at the halfway point of Exodus part 2: Electric Boogaloo the Capitol figures it out and the backup plans are utilized, but either way everyone gets out and Gaul seethes at being outsmarted by a ragtag group of children who had all the odds against them.

[sereia1313]

Can't WAIT to share my final piece for @inu-spiration's Tanabata event! But until then, enjoy a little snippet of God-Sesshoumaru!

Sneak Peek

He'd never been gone this long before. The humans were starting to worry, rumours of incoming plagues and other such petty disasters stirring their fear, but it was said rumours that had caused his descent from the sky in the first place.

Usually, he paid them no mind. They'd built him a splendid temple, and offerings littered the steps daily, but the gifts had begun to wane, and the murmurs of a goddess taking human form had begun to get louder.

He snorted. No one was more beautiful than him, no female for that matter, and none would dare invade his territory. There had been peace amongst the deities for centuries; it was the humans who enjoyed bloodshed and drama. Some of the demi-gods, his brother included, enjoyed spurring them on, but Sesshoumaru had better things to do than engage in their squabbles for entertainment.

He was only down here in the first place because he was bored.

He didn't have anything against them—they worshiped him well enough—but there was something earthy about them that had him thankful he had so little contact with them in the first place. It was his job to guide them throughout the night, to give them hope during long voyages, and perhaps entrance a pair of lovers now and then.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his dark hair. This was another reason he didn't enjoy his time in the mortal realm. Scents were stronger, the ground harder, and he was forced to wear a guise in order to fit in. Others of his breed traipsed around in their true form while among the humans, but his markings tended to frighten rather than fascinate, so it was less of a headache to pretend to be one of them.

Keeping to himself, he strode purposely toward the heart of the village. It wasn't spectacular by any means, but there was a constant buzz of activity, patrons chatting amongst each other as they bought food for dinner or trinkets for loved ones.

Sesshoumaru bypassed all of it, shadows scampering away as he flared his power. The crowds eventually tapered off, leaving him on a single road headed north. Small stone statues carrying candles lit his way as the sun began to set, twilight darkening the sky.

He passed an old woman headed in the opposite direction, and she smirked, tapping his leg with her cane. "Ye are too late to witness her glory, young pup. Perhaps she will grace you with her presence tomorrow." He gave her a questioning look, and she had the audacity to laugh at him. "There is no other reason to be headed down this road."

"Perhaps I am simply taking in the sights," he said, hands hidden within his sleeves.

"Ah, but what a particular sight to behold." She turned toward him, squinting at him with her one good eye. "They say she is descended from Kisshouten-sama or is even the goddess herself in human form. But she is elusive, hiding away in her garden while she gathers power to fight the spirits that haunt us."

He kicked a stone at the thought, the so-called spirits hissing before disappearing from the path he'd been taking. There were certainly more than the usual amount within the village, but nothing he needed to be worried about.

They culminated in darkness, festering on nights of the new moon, and he supposed he could understand the woman's worry, considering how long he'd been absent from the sky. He needed to put this rumour to rest so he could return to his duties. "Has she been here long?"

The woman hummed, giving him a knowing smile. "As long as necessary. The spirits come with their teeth bared, but she will have none of it." She thumped the ground with her cane. "They wouldn't dare attack us with her present."

He raised an eyebrow at that. The spirits gave him a wide berth, but few others commanded their attention enough to keep them away from humans. He took another step in the so-called goddess' direction, but the woman caught his foot with her cane. "If ye seek the take advantage, you will find yourself banished."

He was tempted to show his true colours, but he could sense no taint within her soul, so he inclined his head. "I merely wish to pay tribute to the one protecting the village."

She eyed him up and down, then shrugged. "Try as you might, she will not venture out of her garden at night."

"I will keep that in mind," he replied.

"See that you do." She finally released his foot and then carried on her way. Sesshoumaru found it curious that she had given such a stern warning yet never once looked back, but she was not his concern that night.

He had confirmed, at least to a point, the existence of someone impersonating a god, and regardless of the creature's intentions, it was a crime punishable by death.

[grizzersmamma]

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.  

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The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 10:

oh fuck. No. Nononono! If he liked that bastard's scent, then things were about to get very interesting. When was the last time he had been attracted to someone's scent? There was Adam, Lilith, and his human. Yeah, that was about it. So over 200 years and now a fourth scent is added to that list. Though, it didn't seem to have any effect on his body or mental and emotional state so it should be fine. For now, anyways. Now Lucifer had another issue.

He had to get along with Alastor. A confident, powerful alpha. Just the role model Charlie needed. A good role model could also be a good parent- nope! Not going down that road! Maybe his scent was messing with him. Shaking his head, Lucifer gave a nervous laugh and small tug of his collar. "Sorry about that. Sometimes I tend to lash out around alphas. Especially when my pup is present. I-Is it hot in here?"

Giving a small hum at the unexpected apology, Alastor cocked his head to the side to observe the man in front of him. For an absent parent, he seemed rather protective of his daughter. Not to mention how he spoke. Around alphas and not around other alphas. How curious. "Yes. Well, it can't be helped, I'm sure. Not all of us have a tight rein on our instincts."

"Right. It's nice to know that Charlie has an alpha to look up to now. After her mother left that kind of... became difficult to find. Love my two siblings dearly but they are not what I would call the best role models individually. And all the time. Too much of them is not a good thing. And I'm rambling..." He was truly and utterly fucked.

"Isn't it your job to be the role model?"

What? "What? I did raise her, but I don't think I'm the best example of a strong and confident alpha."

Strong? Naturally thanks to his powers. Confident? When he needed to be. Come on, he was an awkward and depressed mess most of the time. Lucifer made sure to teach his daughter not to take shit from other demons (or anyone for that matter) and how to be a loving and caring person. Though, she came by that naturally so there wasn't much to teach there. 

"Anyways! Before you two start to bicker again... Dad. Look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets, and stories, and intimate feelings!" 

Lucifer loved seeing how happy and excited Charlie was about her dream. He was already starting to feel better. Just look at that smile, listen to the joy in her voice.

"Without Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much."

"Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfill her bizarre requests." 

"Oh. Thank you, Alastor."

Lucifer didn't know what this guy was trying to pull. Nothing. He's just being there for Charlie. But seeing his hand on his pup's shoulder was making his blood boil. She wasn't his daughter. He shouldn't be touching her. The omega knew that Charlie trusted this man and there wasn't any intent to harm in his scent, eyes, or body language. But Lucifer couldn't shake that ever present voice shouting at him to make the other stop touching her. Stoptouchinghisdaughterlikeshe'syours-

Clearing his throat to try and hide the growl that tried to escape, Lucifer moved past the two so they could continue the tour and introductions. Holding himself back from acting on all the alarm bells ringing in his head (he knew he could be an overprotective mother hen at the best of times) was draining him. He was gonna need a nap soon. "That's good to know. I'm glad she has a good support system here. Charlie, could you introduce me to your other friends?"

"Oh! Yes, of course." Quickly grabbing her partner, Charlie was excited to finally introduce her to her dad. "This is Vaggie. She's my girlfriend."

Girlfriend. Lucifer knew this day might come after the talk they had after the disaster of a breakup her and Seviathan had. Good for her! Getting herself back out there and finding someone she absolutely adored. He could see it when she looked at the shorter girl and the warmth in her voice when spoke about her. Smiling, Lucifer shook her hand before hugging her a bit too excitedly. 

"It's nice to meet you Mag- uh Vaggie! Sorry I'm terrible with names. She's so pretty." 

"Lovely to meet you, uh, sir..."

Poor thing seemed just as nervous and awkward as himself. Maybe that's something they could bond over? He'll worry about that later. One of the main things on his mind right now though was the fact that this angel was missing her halo. What happened? Did Charlie know? Did any of them know? If not, Lucifer could understand, being a fallen angel himself. He'd have to talk with her about in private.

"And this is Sir Pentious and Angel Dust, our guests."

"Your majesty!"

"Hey there short king~"

A high strung and goof of a snake inventor and a flirty, cookie stealing, porn star spider huh? His daughter's pack sure was going to be an interesting one. At least there's variety and didn't seem like it would get too boring around here anytime soon. He couldn't really judge. His best friend was an imp who assassinates humans for profit. And is sleeping with Stolas. Not a thought he wanted to linger on. 

"Husk is our bartender and Niffty is our housekeeper."

"Nice to meet you."

Before he could greet the four, the one named Niffty (who might become his favorite because now he was no longer the shortest one in the room), had climbed up him. Huh. Her scent was pleasant even with the odd undertone of blood to it. She also seemed to be the only beta here. 

"Hello. I clean." What an odd kind of crazy laugh she had...

Handing the small cyclopes off to Charlie, Lucifer walked around a bit to really take in the place. Or he would have, if not two steps in the chandelier had fallen down on him.

"Oh shit- Dad!" 

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generally unprotected sex 0-3 months after you switch birth control is discouraged because your body hasn’t regulated yet so an angsty au idea where Daniel’s finally working through his depression, finally wants Max again, and then they have a pregnancy scare? They’re both super emotional and conflicted because on one hand baby (culmination of their desire and future plans) but they are also so relieved that Daniel isn’t pregnant because they aren’t ready for a baby right now.

depressed omega daniel universe. 2,004 words.

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The thing is.

The thing is that Daniel’s scared.

And then surprised, and then kind of proud of himself for having a feeling. A few feelings. Scared. Surprised. Proud. He hasn’t done that in awhile.

But he’s been feeling other things, lately, too, and those things are physical and scary. Nausea. Intense hunger he hasn’t felt in ages. Tenderness in his chest.

He’s been avoiding dealing with it for a few weeks now but Daniel suspects the worst.

And then feels bad all over again for thinking that being pregnant would be ‘the worst’.

He and Max have talked a lot about wanting pups some day; about how they both want to be dads and have a few kids running around and even talked about names they’d like and…

It’s just.

He can’t have a baby right now. Daniel can barely take care of his own self at this point and he knows things are getting better, kinda, a little bit, but he can’t have a baby. He can’t. He can’t stop taking his antidepressants because he’s only just sort of getting back on track to being somewhat of a person again. There’s no way Daniel can manage a whole pregnancy right now, but. He can’t really deny his symptoms he’s experiencing.

He'd asked Michael to pick up a pregnancy test with the usual groceries and supplements he brings over for training, and sworn Michael to secrecy, and felt a little shame at the look Michael had given him. He knows he’s in no state to be having a pup.

“I’m on birth control,” he’d said, sat at the kitchen breakfast nook where he’d been finishing up the smoothie Michael had made him. “I don’t know. There’s those rare times when people get pregnant aren’t there?”

“But this is a new one, isn’t it?” Michael asked, because he knew – had to know – the ins and outs of Daniel’s body and medications and nutrition at all times.

Daniel had looked up at Michael from his smoothie, eyebrows knitting together in a little frown.

“Danny, it can take a few months for the new ones to be as effective as what you stopped taking,” Michael had explained and Daniel’s heart had plummeted into his stomach.

He’d been so stupid. So happy that he’d finally had a sex drive again, so eager to re-affirm his and Max’s bond again, so pleased to finally be knotted by his alpha again. They hadn’t been having a ton of sex – not back up to their pre-depression levels – but enough that that, plus the risk of his new birth control… apparently a recipe for disaster.

Sighing, Daniel hides the pregnancy test away in the bathroom cabinet for later. For now, he has to face Max.

Daniel goes out to the bedroom where Max was sat up in bed on his phone, having not yet got up for the day. Brad knows better than to hit Max up for training before 11am. Daniel’s always been an early morning kind of guy.

“Hi,” he says as he climbs back into their bed to sit, criss-cross, facing Max. “I gotta tell you something,” Daniel finishes, tugging his hoodie sleeves down over his hands, a nervous habit. Max looks up at him, curious, phone set aside onto the bedside table in an instant.

“Are you okay?” He asks, because of course he does. Max is the most attentive and wonderful alpha Daniel’s ever known. Daniel can see the way Max’s nostrils flare a little, taking in Daniel’s scent.

“I think I might be pregnant,” Daniel says, just getting it over with and out there. His heart pounds as he watches Max’s face go through what seems like a million stages of emotion. Confusion, shock, surprise, fear.

“What? No. How?” Max asks, sitting up in bed a little straighter now, shifting to reach over for one of Daniel’s hands. “You’re… you take your pill every night, I see you do it,” he says, and he’s not wrong. They brush their teeth together for bed, and then Daniel takes his antidepressant and his birth control while Max rinses his toothbrush out. Routine practically set in stone.

Daniel sighs, nods his head a little and squeezes Max’s hand in his own.

“I think we were a little stupid,” Daniel says with a frown. “I should have been more careful. Just. It can take awhile for a new kind of birth control to be, like, effective, I guess. I feel like I should have known that. But. I was just really happy to feel like I wanted you again… and, maybe. I guess we fucked up,” Daniel sighs, dropping his gaze to where he’s holding Max’s hand in his lap.

Max is quiet across from him, no doubt processing the information. He knows this isn’t Max’s fault. What do alphas know about birth control and omega bodies? Daniel was too caught up in the excitement – and feeling the excitement – of having a sex drive again and now, this.

“But you don’t know, for sure?” Max asks quietly, and Daniel looks up at him again.

“No, but I feel… I’ve been nauseous and really hungry lately. And my chest hurts and I think I’m… my chest is bigger, I dunno. I have a test to take,” Daniel says with a little shrug. “Maybe I should have taken it first to be sure before even talking to you, I just,” he pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Hey, no,” Max says as he moves to get closer, tugs Daniel into a hug and nuzzles into his neck. “You of course should tell me everything you want to any time,” Max tells him and Daniel feels a little bit calmer with the way Max scents him.

He pulls back after a moment and finds his resolve to go actually take the test, but not before stealing a kiss from Max before he heads to the bathroom to find out for sure.

-

In bed, Max watches the bathroom door close and lets himself sag back into the pillows, hands running over his face as he lets out a slow breath.

This is so not the time.

Max hates himself for thinking it because they both know how badly he wants Daniel’s pups. He’s made it so clear to Daniel that he wants to give Daniel lots of babies and raise them to be so happy and free to choose their paths, to be little family full of love and so much happiness.

But Daniel’s only barely getting out of bed in the mornings by himself these days. It’s only been recently that he or Michael haven’t had to literally make him get up and function almost like a person.

Daniel’s been better. He’s been so much better. But he’s not… he’s nowhere near where either of them would ideally want to be to have a pup.

Max sighs again and hates himself for the tiny bit of hope he has that Daniel isn’t pregnant.

He’d noticed that Daniel was actually eating more lately, and not being made to do it. Honestly Max just thought Daniel was finally gaining some weight again and he’d noticed the changes – Daniel’s chest and abs filling out a bit more, but he’d been eating! He’d been too skinny and now he was filling out a bit and Max had thought nothing of it, only good things.

If Daniel is pregnant Max can only imagine one option, as much as it pains him to consider. But he knows his mate, and he knows Daniel would have to do what’s best for him and his health right now.

Max gets out of bed pads to the bathroom door, knocks softly and leans his forehead against it.

“Can I come in?” He asks quietly, knowing Daniel might want his space for this.

“Just a sec,” Daniel answers and Max listens to the sounds of Daniel washing his hands and puttering – killing time – before Daniel finally opens the door. He can’t help but to immediately lock his eyes on the pregnancy test sitting on the counter, waiting for them.

“You smell upset,” He says, easily picking up on the sharp tang of Daniel’s scent. “I should have probably noticed earlier but I just thought you were getting back to normal. You smelled so much like you again and it made me so happy Daniel. I of course should have realized that maybe it was something else,” Max says with a frown, disappointed in himself for not picking up that maybe Daniel’s change in his scent was pregnancy. Alphas are supposed to be able to tell.

“I’m just scared,” Daniel tells him, steps back to let Max come into the bathroom. Daniel leans up against the counter while Max sits on the edge of the tub. “I feel like I fucked up so badly and if I’m pregnant I… you know we can’t…”

“I know,” Max acquiesces. “You know whatever you choose I’ll support you,” he says, and he means it. As hard as it would be, as much as he would – does – want this pup, this is not their time.

Daniel’s about to respond before his phone trills on the bathroom counter, no doubt an alarm he’d set when it was time to look at the results of the test he took. He silences the alarm and looks back at Max, and Max can see the fear on his face.

“Let me do it,” Max says as he gets up from where he was perched on the edge of the tub. He crosses the bathroom and grabs the test off the counter before Daniel can protest.

Max holds the little test in his hand and tries not to think about how this moment could change the course of their entire lives. He looks up at Daniel who’s leaning his hip against the counter and looking back at him.

Max takes a little breath and finally lifts his hand, looks down at the little screen before his eyes. Nothing in this life could have prepared him for the immense wave of utter relief he feels at reading the little digital ‘NOT PREGNANT’.

“It’s negative,” he says, barely, before Daniel’s snatched the pregnancy test from his hands to look for himself.

Not pregnant. Daniel is not pregnant. They’re not going to have a pup.

Not now, anyway. Not now.

“Oh my god,” Daniel breathes, test clattering to the bathroom counter before Daniel tosses his arms around Max’s neck. Max pulls him close, cuddles his perfect omega into his arms and presses a kiss to Daniel’s mating mark. He’d been right, after all. Daniel wasn’t pregnant. Daniel was just getting healthier. Gaining weight. Eating. Feeling better.

“It’s okay,” Max breathes, squeezing Daniel close when Daniel shudders a sob into his shoulder. “It’s okay, Daniel.”

Max can smell Daniel’s relief, can sense the confusion they both feel at being so relieved and yet sad at the same time. He knows they both want pups, one day. But he’s relieved it isn’t today.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Daniel says when he pulls back again, Max watching as he wipes his eyes. “I should have just done this before telling you anything,” he says and Max’s heart clenches.

“I want you to tell me everything,” he says, because he knows what it’s like to be with a Daniel who hides how he really feels, and he knows that it’s scary. “We’ll have pups when we’re ready, okay? I would hate it if you had to make such a hard choice right now about to keep it or not. I’m glad you don’t have to, Daniel,” he tells his mate, cups Daniel’s cheeks to look at his big, sad brown eyes.

“Okay,” Daniel agrees, and he accepts the kiss Max gives him easily before cuddling back into Max’s arms.

“Maybe tomorrow you can ask Michael to get us some condoms, hm?” Max asks with a smirk, and he’s grateful for the beautiful, truly missed, sound of Daniel’s laughter.