#they're going to start HOUNDING me. even more than they already constantly do

[lunar-wandering]

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[captainkurosolaire]

Prompt #27 ~ Warfare

♫Till I Die♫

The fall of Garlemald's effects ran-through out the realm suddenly the shift of power had been flipped over. As many of the countrymen deserted, or those scattered, were pursued. Now they understood what it was like to be the spoils to war. Hunter's turned to prey. A privateer ship supporting under the banner of the Crimson. Chased pursued in the open seas of an attempted escape, a remnant squadron. Their division shattered as their Empire was crumbling to dust. The divisional commander of her ship was taking huge mortar's although the sea-vessel was sturdy and advanced, was taking blows, her men were taking hefty causalities, hearing in screams. They couldn't flee from this. In the fang's of revenge, under the skies of war, monsters were born. The people who once felt were fighting for righteousness, become no-better. These Privateer's were rejoicing. "Commander. Two more alliance accompanying vessels of the opposition have ascended over waves, we've nowhere to go!" The morale of her people were descending. "We've deserved this outcome. It was an honor." Her sentimental tone, spoke they'd rather imperial salute each-other, and commit suicide before becoming prisoners. Right in their contemplated end. The shift was about to turn again.

"A third vessel had wedged between the middle of their reinforcements!" Was shortly called out, giving them further, resolve of hopelessness, before... "Wait. The middle-vessel is bombarding the others!" Suddenly a massive ship rising over tides, removing the fake red Maelstrom banner had been withdrawn into an iconic pirate flag hoisted. Upon the bow-spirit was a tricorne-man. Treading past the destruction of two smaller privateers vessels. The ambush assault left them fodder out-maneuvered. Gathered man, etched in warpaint, they were banned ready for a fight. To intervene between this naval battle. The Seeker leapt back to his decks to bolster. "I would ask ye my Crew, within my helm. T' PRAY for yer enemies. Give them an early moment of silence. For these poor unfortunate soul's will b' educated, they'll earn their red-coats upon this Sun!" He roared and screamed with a warrior shout That followed behind others. "Give Boy-Lad his sea-legs. Let him earn his stripes t' walk over bones!" A crippled and amputated legless fighter crawled on the floor in disbelief, as Sol made augmented prosthetic legs. Unified chaos positioned, to invade the vessel of the privateer from behind. "Aid th' carrier of Garlean's, give all others no-quarter!" Viciously a stampede of leaps was drawn, it was anarchy. Projectiles flung back and forth, sniper shots from the crow's nest of the Worldly Finder started picking off them. Each Crewmate nearly about to be butchered by an opposition was protected by another, they fought as sword and shield, and reversed the roles. Rallied by a leader who was believed-long-flung dead. The brute Seeker skirmishes an assortment of parries to one of the swashbucklers before pulling out a sheathed revolver in the other hand and angling it under his chin and pulling the trigger in a massacre. Completely butchery. Blood of not his own making savagely drew over his face. As he bellowed another victoriously battle-cry that kept even his own injuries gaining on Crew to fight-on. The Garlean's left their hunker, to unity in bewilderment anyone would fight under their behalf. The Captain was almost executed by an aimed shot musketeer but was shot back by an assault rifle of the imperialist. The buccaneer brought terrifying laughter. "THEIR NUMBERS ONLY GIVE US MORE HEADS T' ROLL!" Not only bolstering morality to his own fighters, but also was making hesitation and fear start wearying the grip's of his oppositions, a tactician of dirty behavior. How long have they gotten to do anything they wanted? Or used the excuse of the Garlemald for them to justify or blame their heinous antics? These seas held no discrimination. Yet being constantly corrupted. Putrid borders, barriers for entries, they started skewering Beast Tribes because they strictly took advantage of the Calamity. They put a price-tag on the seas, owning it. Law and restricting and it's no different than what Captain's seen before, they're vindictive and greed-coated. Yet unlike Garlemald who were openly wanting to conqueror, the Maelstrom and Grand Companies alike played fantasy pretend. They're unbeatable, the good! Couldn't do any wrongs, existed of no poison. Bullshit, in war there was no such thing. It's a contest of ego. How many times had the Captain seen a Maelstrom get promoted after they violated his kinsmen, while preaching they were pirates... How many times did he watch them do nothing as people plead in the dirty-alleys before a gal went abducted and missing. These seas would find freedom from vile. Disarray and unorganized, suddenly being attacked by two-sides, the privateer's were being annihilated. Counter measured every-time they brought their marine scholars out, their magic was cancelled by the Historian of the Goldbrand, the purest faith in the Twelve, who brought them no harm, other than silencing their spells. The God's weren't on their side, they belonged to this pirate. That fiendish outcast hound of an Xaela, who ghoulishly shrieked, was feasting on arm's while slewing them in beheaded messes. A Quartermaster

followed by impaling them and hurling the smaller runt's of the enemies. Captain leapt up off that mountain of a Hellsguard on his Crew and bounced off his shoulders dexterously onto the stern. Exchanging in runaways some jumping overboard. "Draw them from th' seas back up here! Their corpses is unworthy t' share with the benthos!" Angry swarming came to their noisy vocalized leader. If they could just behead that blasted vermin then all of them would crumble to despair. He played defensively and evaded one of them about to slayed, was sniped from afar. The handicapped soldier got a puncturing stab on one of the men to protect his Captain before collapsing as his new leg's were already damaged and punctured. The Seeker picked up the adrenaline as blood cut's were protruding from his cheek. He threw his coat onto one of them and jabbed a series of quick deft dirks. A swishing blade came again as he relied on his above-feline scents. The thing he was mocked for by these giants. Doing a handstand leg, disarm from twisting the wrist of the deathly aggressor. The Seeker rolled away and jumped off the stern and swung a leap into the cabin, where he saw the frantic Head-Captain of this enemy helm, run-into, gathering up belongings to attempt plotting retreat. Unexpectedly a flintlock shot at his leg making him fall over all his glistening golds and gil he was trying to rummage into a burlap sack like a coward trying to recollect himself. He brought his own gun out but was disarmed by the wrist from another firearm shot, "Cap'n Daniwyrn... Ye have lost your sense. Recall me." These two knew each-other full and well, this was more than just a one-sided squabble, now. It held harboring emotion. "...Yer supposed t' b' blimey dead!" The callus blood-thirsty Seeker lowered his arm. "Dead is what ye did t' someone I loved. Well, I got yer message. Ye saw t' remove her head cause she moved t' me. If you couldn't have her, neither ov' us could." He lectured in all this chaos-warfare and took a menacing seat. "See, I am not here for revenge on you. This goes beyond that. Now, ye made a crime, sin I find very offensive..." The sea-wolf tried regaining himself while trying to also slowly scoot his bottom and get back his disarmed gun. Knowing was about to be sentenced to a horrific death, or believed. "You have tainted these seas, Daniwyrn. The punishment fer losing your sense. Is crueler than death by my hand. It's t' live as such." He shot the ear's respectively of the privateer. Then the Seeker stood up. Fiendishly brought out his coeurl toothed carved dagger and carved out eye to eye from his enemy. While he was screaming in anguish and incomprehensible pain never able to reel back. He cut that tongue like a fleeting ribbon.

Taking the senses of someone who lacked senses firstly. A fitting treatment, barbarically exercised. He bathed in all the blood over his inferior feline frame. "I know you can't hear me, see, nor speak, though I'm also a nice-guy, I'll leave ye with yer gun... if get the opportunity you should kill yourself." He'd savagely trail, beating his enemy who barely was functioning, stuck in a haze, discombobulated, suffering severe blood-loss. Loading and priming the revolver with one bullet, he'd force it into the arm's of his blind foe and make him squeeze it. Captain walked out as if this was just a regular circumstance. The duty of returning. Closing the cabin door. Hearing a procedure gun-shot ring-throughout. A signal was overhead horned, "They've got more crimson reinforcements!" The battle sizzled and the sparks were over. "Let us gather up, plunder post-haste. Burn this shite down." They took the Garlemald survivors and retreated, licking wounds but won victorious.

[sarcastically-defensive17]

Hey, so I really like your work so I have a request 👀 maybe you could write Luke and reader being best friends but both having deeper feelings, they're roommates but they fight over Luke's gf bc he says that she needs to move out bc his girlfriend wants to move in and she doesn't like reader so she ends up leaving and running with Crystal but she asks to not tell anyone (except Mike for obvious reasons) that she's there and Luke is really worried but he and reader end up together, pretty please

I LOVE THIS REQUEST!! Sorry if I didn’t do it justice, but I hope you like it!

Also I’m so sorry that the layout went weird! I posted it from my computer and now it looks odd on the phone!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Love? Love. - L. Hemmings

"If she gets those fake blonde extensions wrapped around my straightener one more time, Lucas, I will rip them out myself."

He simply sighed, focusing more of his attention on his phone rather than his best friend.

Y/N and Luke has been best friends since they were 17. They kindled their friendship on the very last day of year 12, such as she did with Calum and Michael.

Since that day, as they sat in the barren English Room and discussed everything and anything that came to mind, her and Luke had been inseparable.

She was the Bucky to his Steve, the Yang to his Yin, the regular sized human to his giant stature.

Well, until Suzanna stepped into the picture.

She is 5"7, coated in fake tan that was applied by somebody with the vision of Stevie Wonder and fake blonde extensions that accentuate how beautiful she would be, if she toned down the Geordie Shore look.

Y/N couldn't help but wonder if her personality would be able to shine brightly through the thick foundation, if she had one, that is.

"Thank you for pretending to listen to me, I appreciate it so much," she rolled her eyes.

For the past few weeks the air in the house had been incredibly tense.

"Y/N?" He asked, his voice hesitant. "Can I talk to you about something?"

She couldn't stop her eyes from lighting up. This was the calmest her and luke had been with each other in almost a week, and she would take any chance to talk to him in a civilized manner.

To be honest, the idea of talking to him did nothing to quell the overflowing feelings she had for the man.

"Is that even a question? You can always talk to me, Lu," she sat opposite to him on the lounge, pulling her legs up underneath her.

He was nervous. That was obvious in the way he raked his fingers through his blonde curls. Suzanna constantly hounded at him to cut his hair but Y/N knew how much he loved his hair.

She couldn't deny that she adored the ringlets that decorated his soft locks.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a little bit," he rung his hands together, spinning rings on his fingers. "I, um, I'm gonna need you to move out."

He mumbled the last few words, sighing softly when she asked him to repeat it. It's safe to say, she was at a loss of words.

"You - you want me to move out? Why?" Her eyebrow was cocked, and she tilted her head to the side slightly.

Luke couldn't help but admire how much she resembled a puppy dog. He always found her to be a mix of adorable and purely beautiful. Which is part of the reason he forced himself to say yes when Suzanna asked to take a larger step in their relationship.

He had spent so much time fighting his feelings for Y/N. Suzanna helped, but he still needed to force himself to deny his feelings in favour of the smaller ones he had for his girlfriend.

He was cruel, he knew it.

"Suzanna and I were talking, and we’re ready to move in together. And she couldn't move in here because of-"

"Because of what? Because I can't stand the woman that has cheated on you multiple times?" Y/N was angry, that much she knew. She couldn't believe the audacity. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Well I would love nothing more than for my girlfriend and my best friend to get along but you make it so difficult for Suzanna to get to know you," he snapped pinching the bridge of his nose between his long fingers.

"I gave her a chance before she slept with one of your mates, Luke. As far as I'm concerned, you should have gotten rid of her months ago when she did it a second time."

"Why can't you just be happy for me?" His eyes were narrowed and the blue orbs held the same lack of patience she had seen a lot over the past week.

She opened her mouth to retort but couldn't find the words to say. Truthfully, she was shattered when Luke told her about his relationship, but she decided to be the bigger person and let go of the idea that Luke could be hers. Their friendship has lasted too long for that to be a possibility.

Luke's comment set her off.

"Oh so I am meant to happy for you, with the Geordie Barbie who fucks another guy regularly, but you couldn't be happy for me with Daniel?"

"Daniel was an asshole!"

"And so is Suzanna!"

They were both on their feet now, staring each other down with a ferocity they hadn't seen since an argument in their teenage years.

Sure, Daniel was a bit of an asshole, but Luke knew he was in the wrong for hating the man so fiercely. The moment he had finally worked up the nerve to ask Y/N on a date - a real date - Daniel swept in and the two were together for almost a year until he started getting more controlling.

The last straw was when Daniel flipped because of the close relationship Y/N and Luke shared and Luke threw a punch at him.

"You're jealous," Luke scoffed, his blue eyes aimed anywhere but at her for he knew his anger was unwarranted but he couldn't bare to face the truth about his relationship.

"Excuse me?" She cocked a brow again and he had to glance away quickly as his eyes fell on her for a second.

"You are jealous that I can keep somebody around and you haven't been able to keep anybody around for almost a year." His brows were pinched tight together and he squared his shoulders.

It was easy for Y/N to notice the slight hunch in his posture, a symbol that he was immediately guilt stricken by his words.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that I can't settle for somebody who doesn't deserve me," she barked out a sarcastic laugh, slamming her hand on the bench to grab her keys.

Luke opened his mouth to retort, but she fixed him with a glare so angry that he physically recoiled.

She slipped her vans on at the door, grabbing her bag off of the hook where she organized all of her daily belongings. She was meticulous and Luke had always admired how neat she was compared to his disorganized chaos.

"You wanted me gone? I'm going. Don't bother contacting me til you wake up to yourself," she stomped towards the door, pausing as she pulled the wood open. "I'll have my stuff gone by the end of the week. Tell Barbie to keep my straightener. God knows she fucked it anyways."

The door slammed behind her and the entire house instantly felt as if the warmth was gone.

She went straight to Crystal's house. The woman was packing for the impending move to a new house; one which her and Michael would share.

"So he wants you to move out so that thing can move in?" Her voice was laced with disgust.

All of them despise Suzanna. The woman had hurt Luke more times than they could count, she blatantly ignores or insults both Y/N and Crystal for fear of any sort of threat in her relationship, yet she regularly cheats on him.

Go figure.

Y/N made a noise of agreement around her glass of wine. The minute she had stepped in the door Crystal had phoned Micheal and ordered a Girls Night, to which Y/N profusely demanded that she would make it up to the couple whose date night she disturbed.

"He better hope I don't get my hands on him, Y/N."

"It's not worth it Crys," she sighed, swirling the contents of her glass in a circle. "I've been basically invisible in that house since the Barbie started coming around."

Crystal pulled the girl into a hug. Not many knew of her hidden feelings for Luke, but Crystal figured it out after a week of knowing the pair.

"I'll cut her extensions and glue them to Luke's eyebrows."

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Exactly a month had passed. Y/N had ordered Crystal and Michael to not speak a word of where she was because she didn't want to see Luke. Instead, she found a small apartment to live in, while she gathered her wits to find a better place.

She knew it was petty, but she didn't have the care to feel guilty.

Luke on the other hand, was going insane and harbored so much regret surrounding his decision that he couldn't bare to think straight.

Moving in with Suzanna did nothing to make the home feel less empty. Y/N had made sure to collect the rest of her things while Luke was out.

She knew his schedule inside and out and used it to her advantage.

Luke wanted nothing more than to see her face. To hear her voice. The time apart made him realize just how deep his feelings went. The same feelings he had spent many years attempting to bury.

Now his only fear was that he would never get the chance to tell the woman how much he needs her in his life.

That, and how he would manage to get rid of the woman who he had caught sneaking out of their house at all hours of the night.

He didn't know what to expect when he entered his house to hear pornographic moans echoing from the bedroom.

He didn't feel angry. He didn't feel sad. He didn't even feel betrayed.

In fact, he couldn't contain his laughter. After all, catching her in the act of cheating on him simply opened the window for him to break up with her without the guilt.

He simply walked towards their bedroom door, which was ajar, and entered with no hesitation.

He was met with the sight of a bare assed male and a moaning Suzanna.

"I'm breaking up with you," he had a wide smile on his face, already planning his next actions with severe determination. He pulled his long curls into a small bun at the back of his head, “Please get out by tomorrow?"

He didn't leave room for her to argue, instead choosing to snatch his keys off of the bench and exit the house while Suzanna called him from behind.

The minute his backside hit the seat of his Jeep, he had the key turned in the ignition and he was dialing Crystal's phone number.

If anybody knew how to get in contact with Y/N, it would be the woman she had the closest bond to.

"What do you want, Luke?"

"Is Y/N at your house?" He asked quickly.

He was met with silence for a moment. He knew that Crystal knew where she was, but he also knew Crystal would most likely be reluctant.

"Why should I tell you? Want to go kick her out of her own house again?" He heard the malice in her voice.

It was obvious that after a month the pain would still linger. He deserved to be spoken to in such a way.

He knew he had a lot to make up for.

A deep sigh sounded through the receiver, and Crystal took another moment to reply.

"She is going to kill me for this, but I swear, you better be taking your breadstick ass over to apologise or I will kill you myself," she recited the address for an apartment not far from where Crystal and Michael now lived, and hung the phone up without another word.

He arrived at the apartment block soon after, and rushed up the stairs - not having the patience to wait for the elevator.

Number 304 shone brightly in his vision, and his heart tugged at the thought of seeing Y/N again.

He knocked with such urgency that caused the girl inside to jump out of her seat.

The door swung open and before she could close it in his face a converse covered foot was wedged between the door and the frame.

He cringed at the pain but refused to move it.

"What do you want?" Her voice was hard, and his stomach lurched at the sound. Even if she was mad, she still sounded more melodic that he ever could.

He chose to jump straight to the point, not wanting to leave room for her to reject him before he could confess.

"I have been in love with you since a few months after we met. I realised it when we were at your house, and you were doting over your baby cousin," His eyes were basically smiling, as he retrieved the fond memory. "Since that moment, I have done my best to push down how I feel about you, but I am sick of hiding it. I just broke up with Suzanna. I walked in on her with another guy, but I can't do this without you. I can't go back to that house for another minute without you there."

She was at a loss for words. He spoke so fast that it took a moment to piece his sentences together, and when she did, she couldn't help the confused look that coated her features.

"You- what?"

"I broke up with Suzanna," he had a wide smile on his face that she couldn't comprehend.

"Finally?"

"Yes. And, I have been in love with you since we were 18."

"Are you sure?" She cocked her head again.

The action made his stomach erupt in butterflies. He truly adored how she could look so cute through a simple gesture.

Y/N was genuinely confused. She knew how she felt about Luke. The month apart from him hadn't done anything to stop those feelings.

She truly had feelings stronger for him than she had for any of her past relationships. If she were to think about it, she would even say that she loved him.

"How could I not be sure?" He pinched his brows together in confusion. He grabbed both of her hands in his, leading her into the house and to the lounge where they both slumped down.

She stammered, "Where did this even come from? How?-"

He moved his hands to the side of her face, framing her confused expression.

She didn't know how to feel. For so long, Y/N had longed for Luke to notice her in such a way, and now that he is admitting that he has felt the same way about her that she had about him for so long, she was truly at a loss of words.

His eyes were full of pent up emotion. He didn't necessarily look sad, but he looked the most apologetic she had ever seen him, and she had been there through many emotions with the man,"Y/N, I'm sorry. Not just for what happened last month, but for everything I have done. I'm sorry I couldn't work up the courage to confess to you so many years ago, I'm sorry I let my jealousy ruin your relationship with Daniel, I am sorry I wasted time with other girls just to try and deny how much I truly adore you, and I am sorry that I ever thought I would be happy choosing anybody over you. I can't stand to live without you, and even if you have zero feelings for me in the same way I feel for you, would you please come back-"

She pulled his hands from her face and put her own on his before crushing her lips against his in an urgent moment of passion.

The contact was full of so much emotion, and it was the most loving kiss she had experienced from any of those who she had kissed.

It was intimate, but not rushed. Simply lips against lips; no pushing to move it deeper.

They pulled back after an unknown time, and she bumped her nose against his.

"I can't tell you how long I have wanted to do that for," she told him, feeling most of her anger melt away along with her confusion.

Instead, they both felt a love that they hadn't felt before.

"Come back, please?" He was ready to beg. Hell, he was ready to not go back to that house until she was ready to go with him.

"My name's still on the lease, you can bet your thick ass I'm coming back. But if I see one blonde hair extension, I will go on the warpath," she smirked at him, staring at his plump lips.

"I'll make sure it's spotless for your return," Luke beamed at her, feeling his nerves both escape his body and ignite at her touch.

"Good. Now get back over here and kiss me some more."

[mafiabosstsuna]

Separate scenarios for Xanxus and Squalo where they end up engaged to the daughter of a boss of a much smaller family. She can't imagine why they're engaged and is honestly a little wary around them - turns out, she was one of the few people who was actually kind to him when he was younger - like before the Varia younger. Also turns out that the guy's the one hwo made sure that this was set up because he remembered that. Thanks!

Admin Adelheid

- Ummm… I think I enjoyed the Boss cameos a biiiittt too much XD.

Xanxus

“Really now, Xanxus. Just when are you going to get your acttogether and give me a grandchild?”

Xanxus grunted in irritation and favored the Ninth a pointedsilence by gulping down another serving of brandy.

Timoteo sighed. “I’m not getting any younger, you know?”

The Varia Boss sighed in irritation, still refusing to movefrom his reclining position in the chair beside his father, his chin resting onone hand. “What are you hounding mefor, old man? I’m not you fucking Decimo. If you’re going to pester anyone togive you brats then pester Sawada.”

“Now, now, Xanxus. It’s true that I’ve chosen Tsunayoshi asmy heir. But you are my son. It wouldbe nice to see you have a family before I die.”

“Shut the fuck up, old man; you’ll live forever.” Xanxusgrowled back getting tired of the conversation quickly. It was a good thingCoyote caught the old man’s attention or Xanxus would have probably begunshooting people at random. He caught Tsunayoshi’s coolly amused smirk from besidehim and glared at the stupid brat. “Shut your face, mother fucking asshat.”

Of course Tsuna won’t be Tsuna if he cowered over the VariaBoss’ mild exasperation. Ten years in the Mafia had unfortunately hardened thestupid brat and his smirk only turned even moreinsufferable as he looked over at the man from his seat at the head of thetable. “It’s just baby making, Xanxus. How hard can it be?”

God he missed the times when the kid still cowered in hispresence. “Why don’t you take your own advice and go fuck yourself?”

“Unfortunately, doing that and reproducing just isn’tpossible.” The brat replied with an amused laugh that was shadowed by thefamiliar shadow of sadness lurking beneath those golden eyes. “Besides. I haveyet to find a woman who can survive the life we’re living.”

“You’re still worried about that?” Xanxus snorted, knowingfull well what the Vongola Boss meant. Living by the Cosa Nostra was not easy.Having another person inducted into it would be akin to sentencing them todeath. Being his consort will constantly put that person in harm’s way. Anddespite being hardened by the Mafia life for so many years Tsuna was not one towish such a harsh life on anyone else. “Tch. Give it up. You’ll have tosacrifice somebody for the sake ofthe Vongola’s line sooner or later.”

“Perhaps Xan-chan just isn’t interested because he alreadyhas someone else in mind~?” Byakuran purred at the Varia Boss like a maliciouscat, carefully averting the discussion from dangerous paths.

Xanxus shot him a deadly glare, his temper tiptoeing theedge of his tolerance as usual where Byakuran was concerned.

“Tch.”

“Vongola Decimo!”

“Oh God he’s here again.”

Xanxus raised an eyebrow at Tsuna’s annoyed face as theVongola Boss hid his frown behind a wine glass before gracing the man who hadcalled out to him from outside the circle of their security a short butgraceful nod and then ignoring him. “The hell was that about?”

“It’s just that annoying person over there.” Tsuna mumbled.

Xanxus glanced over towards the little commotion blocked offby the presence of all their right hand men effectively staving off theapproach of random people to their table and saw one of the minor Mafia Bosseswho have just recently been accepted into the Famiglia. He narrowed his eyes ashe recognized the man and took another long drink to disguise it.

“This one’s been very persistent.” Dino elaborated,snickering behind his own wine glass. “Ever since his Famiglia’s been acceptedinto the alliance he’s been in every party the Vongola’s ever hosted, paradinghis daughters and sons in front of Tsuna.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time another Boss offers their kinas barter in an attempt to get more power within the Family.” Enma repliedsolemnly, swirling the brandy in his glass broodingly as he stared at thecontents with almandine shaded eyes. “It’s fairly offensive that they would tryto even get involved in the Vongola’s politics this early.”

“Are those his children behind him batting their lashes thisway?” Byakuran smiled impishly as he peered over at the direction of the minorMafia Boss in question who was still struggling to approach their table. Around number placed in a wide alcove partially covered by drapes of darkchampagne. “Dear me is that his wife? Don’t tell me he got everything startedby marrying into money because I seriously think he didn’t marry her for her looks.”

“His operation is fairly small, we used his Family beforefor transporting some goods through his territory,” Yuni said blinking wide atthe minor Mafia Boss in question who was still trying to get Tsuna’s attentionfrom beyond their circle of bodyguards, his smile betraying his desperation indoing so. “I heard someone is trying to take over his acquired assets and he’slosing them faster than he could blink.”

“Oh?” Enma looked up with raised brows, intrigued. “Eventhough he’s already allied with the Vongola?”

“Even the Vongola’s name won’t help him with a group likethat,” Yuni answered as she calmly transferred another colorful macaroon on herplate, carefully not looking at anyone else at the table. “It seems this groupis kind of… mysterious. They appeared overnight challenging everyone in thatterritory.”

“He can’t even handle that much?” Dino shook his head insurprise. “That’s just so… pathetic. But I understand why he wants your helpnow, Tsuna.”

“It’s not that I’m withholding my help,” Tsuna sighed inannoyance. “But the man’s a fool, proud and greedy. He doesn’t just want myhelp. He wants me to marry one of his daughters too. Apparently agreeing tohelp him would be viewed by his Family as a proposal of marriage. I could gaveignored it but he was stupid enough to spread the rumor around extensively.”

“It’s true,” Yuni nodded. “He’s doing it on purpose and it’sso widespread now that other minor Mafia Bosses are starting to swear minoralliances with him thinking he’s going to become the Vongola Decimo’s futurefather-in-law.”

“I see,” Enma nodded slowly before his eyes glowed inamusement. “He must have started it off as a bluff but it probably got so outof hand that now he’s bound by pride to make it true.”

“Pffft ha ha ha, what an idiot!” Dino laughed.

“This is ridiculous.” Xanxus sighed in a snarl and stood upfrom the table; fed up from the stupidity of it all. He had no more reason tostay now that their meeting was over.

“Xanxus, going already?” Timoteo pouted in disappointment.It wasn’t often that he got to see his son anymore. “We’re not done talking. Iwas about to introduce you to Coyote’s granddaughter.”

“Tell him to fuck off.” Xanxus snarled as he began to walkoff, headed for the space Squalo had vacated in preparation of following him.“I’m not interested.”

As he removed himself from the safety of the Boss’ circleand again entered the mass of guests from the smaller Famiglia he passed by theman who had been calling out to Tsuna earlier. The eager look on the man’s facewas a little nauseating and was easily ignored. It also didn’t help that hissons, daughters and his wife were wearing the same eager, desperate faces.

He walked close enough to whisper in the man’s ear as hepassed him by.

“Scum.” Xanxus as he stopped beside the man for a second. “Iheard you had a daughter for sale.”

The Varia Boss smirked as he saw the man pale and sweat likea pig from the corner of his eye.

“Bring her to me― the one you sired from your mistress― andI’ll make your problems go away.”

As he left Xanxus was conscious of the stare from the manthat followed him as he made his way through the crowd that had parted for himreadily.

“Heh,” Squalo laughed and smirked as he followed after hisBoss, his senses already spread around them as his body prepared to keep theman safe. “So you’re finally ready?”

“I’ve been ready for a long time, Shitty Shark.” Xanxusreplied. “Make sure Mammon gets the papers ready.”

“Yes, Boss.” Squalo smirked knowingly. “Now what?”

“Now we wait.” The Varia Boss replied. “I doubt we’ll haveto wait long, though.”

It came as a shocking surprise when your father came to youwith the proposition. Crying and in despair and begging on his knees even asyour stepmother and step siblings looked on hatefully. You asked for a few daysto think about it before you gave your consent. A moot point since you knew youwould have no choice anyway.

You couldn’t believe this was happening despite your requestthat he allow you to live peacefully as a civilian. You’ve been the apple ofyour father’s eye since you were his child by a woman he had actually loved.Your mother who been killed when you were seven and even though no one talkedabout it you knew she had been killed under your stepmother’s orders.

You had half a mind to escape and run away but…

“Miss, you have a visitor. He says he’s your… fiancé.” The maidwas shaking and wary as she said so. “Do you want me to call your father?”

“Is he wearing something like this on his body?” you askedas you showed the maid the pendant you were wearing. The Varia’s insigniaseemingly a black hole between your fingers. A present your father had beentold to give you as a sign of favor from your new fiancé.

“Y-yes, miss.”

“Then let him in.” you ordered, trying to subdue thetrembling in your body. “And get him some drinks. The ones we reserve for Papawhen he visits.”

“Yes, Miss.”

You waited for him to come to you in the parlor, stillingyour trembling hands and knees and fighting against the uncertainty and fear forthe future you had thought you would be able to control. The moment he steppedinto your sight your heart stopped and froze for a second the moment you lookedinto his eyes. His sheer presence swept into the room and surrounded you in apossessive embrace.

This… was going to be your husband…?

He was staring at you so hard. It almost made you step backand shrink into yourself in an attempt to escape such an intense gaze…

But you were a Mafia don’s daughter. Illegitimate or not youwere still Mafia-born.

“Please sit down,” you nodded to him gracefully, invitinghim to sit, determined to be a proper hostess. Only now noticing that his armswere laden with packages. “My maid should be bringing drinks. Is your menoutside? You can invite them in.”

“I came alone.” he replied gruffly, still staring at yourface.

That stopped and surprised her. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“I heard you needed to think about the engagement?” he gotright to the point.

“I…” you were taken aback by the fierceness in that onesingle question.

“You can’t refuse.”

“I… Excuse me?”

“I will not allow you to refuse!” Xanxus knew he sounded strangebut he couldn’t stop himself. As soon as he heard from your father that youmight refuse him he couldn’t pull back.

No.

He’d waited too long. Planned too hard. Wanted too much… Thelackeys he had dispensed to harass your father’s territory. The effort he tookto circulate those rumors just to make sure they would all end up echoing on his side of society confident that yourfather would never take you to the Mafia gatherings to introduce you to the Bossesas a bargaining chip. He was notgoing let you screw things up by refusing him! Not when all he’d wanted… All he’dneeded was you.

He dumped all the packages he was holding at your feet andsome of the contents spilled out. Your eyes widened at the sight of jewelry,expensive shawls and handkerchiefs… Even the finest wine…

“What… What is all this?” What does this all mean?

He ignored her question. “You understand what kind ofsituation your father is in, don’t you?”

You looked up in surprise only to see him still focused onyour face. It was as though he were trying to burn your face with his eyes.

Xanxus took a step closer when you looked away wanting to holdyou. Cage you. He could barely holdhimself back. He’d been waiting so long… He was not going to let you slipthrough his fingers when he was thisclose to having you.

“I know I was only fooling myself when I thought I had achoice. I knew when I told my father that I was thinking about the proposalthat I was just delaying the inevitable. But before I give my formal consentlet me ask you one thing.” you met his eyes head on. Resolve and curiositymixing in a gaze Xanxus had only been able to dream about all these years. “Whyme?”

Xanxus’ scowl trembled a little as his mind went back tothat winter after he turned eight. When hunger had driven him to desperationand despair. When he dove into hell and stole food expecting to be ripped apartby demons but instead met an angel…

“Stop! I said stophitting him!”

“But, Young Miss! Hestole your food!”

“No! I gave it to him!Leave him alone! See? He even forgot the rest of it because you chased himaway! Now leave him alone!”

“You could have your pick of any of the other heiresses in theMafia that belong to much more influential and powerful Families.” You continuedpouring out your confusion, wanting to make sense of it all so you could atleast stop being afraid, effectively pulling him out of his reminiscences. Grounding him back to his long awaited reality. “Even my sisters are all good choices. At least theyare all my father’s legitimate heirs. I’m nothing but the daughter of amistress. I’m not even allowed to attend Mafia gatherings. So why me? Why me whenI have nothing to offer you but myself?”

Xanxus gritted his teeth against the words. There’s no wayhe could tell you that he was the same street rat who stole your paninni when youwere seven. The same street brat you had saved from a royal beating and thengiven all your food to.

No. He had worked hard to be worthy of you after all thistime. He’ll never be able to bear it if you started looking down on him too.

“Tch, who knows?” Xanxus looked away, attempting to gatherhis composure once more. “I don’t haveto have a reason.”

Your eyes widened at the bashfulness he was trying to coverup. Despite his gruff behavior and dangerous aura. You looked at the things onthe floor and understood them for what they are.

Presents.

“Fine. I’ll accept these. But promise me,” you whispered and Xanxus looked back at youand was surprised at the same smile that had saved him so many years before. “Thatyou’ll tell me someday?”

That was not fair. How could he possibly refuse you when you start looking at him like that?

“Tch. Fine. Someday.”

Squalo

Squalo stripped his shirt off as he entered his bedroom,dropping the bloody piece on the marble floor carelessly as he went straightfor the bathroom to look at his new wound in the mirror.

“Tsk.” He glared at the blood he was losing, not even payingattention to the pain in his shoulder.

It wasn’t really the pain that rankled so much as the factthat he had been acting so goddamned carelessly tonight. All because he wantedto forget the wary look on your face every time he was around. Son of a fuckingbitch. Xanxus was going to beat him up if he comes back to headquarters lookinglike this.

But it was worth it. He had risen to this level of greatness to make sure your father would come to him for help the moment he was cornered. He had dropped those hints throughout the years to the bastard that he was welcome to seek out his help when things got rough. He had done all that while finding ways to catch even a glimpse of you…

And then a few weeks ago his time had finally come. Your father came to him asking help to get rid of some nasty competition taking over his territory. A much larger Famiglia trying to expand. And since your father did not have much money he conveniently offered you to Squalo.

And he could barely rein in his eager acceptance.

You were the only person who didn’t laugh when he declared he would become the Sword Emperor someday. You didn’t know him from squat and didn’t even move in the same circles he did but… you had gone to school with him back in Mafia Academy. The deal was sealed when he found out you were the one resupplying his first aid kit back in school because you’ve noticed how he always came back injured from training. The only reason he found out was because fucking Xanxus caught you doing it once.

So when he asked Xanxus for a temporary leave from Varia to lend his sword to your father his shitty Boss only rolled his goddamn eyes and kicked him out of the fortress snarling something about not coming back without you.

Fucking bastard knew too much.

“…That looks nasty.”

Squalo didn’t have to turn around to see that you hadentered his room and was looking at him through the bathroom door. And despitewhat he had told himself he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the sweetconcern in your eyes and longing made him swallow hard.

Were you staring at the scars on his missing hand? What did you think ofit? Did he disgust you? Did you think he was ugly? Oh why the fuck was hethinking like some idiot teenager?!

“Why are you still up?” he asked instead. His tone sharp and gruff. His honor telling him it was wrong to speak to you alone like this. Not when you were being forced to be with him. “Did your father sendyou?”

You said nothing and he looked up again. Your eyes made something twist in his chest and he resisted the urge to rub at it. Even after all these years just the sight of you made him feel pathetic.

And then he almost jumped when he felt your hesitant touch on his hair.

“I… It would be easier to fix your wounds if your hair was out of the way…” you muttered as you took off the band that held up your hair and tied his hair with it. Squalo didn’t think this day would come. It felt like a goddamn dream to stand this close to you. A dream he had been chasing all this time. “There. Sorry for intruding. Let me just―”

He didn’t know how but his control snapped and Squalo found himself pinning you against the bathroom door. He didn’t care that his blood was staining your nightgown. He didn’t care if you were looking up at him with such wide, frightened eyes…

All he could think about was finally being able to hold you. Finally. His dream had come true.

“Do I scare you?” he whispered. His voice hoarse. His silvery blue eyes tracing the soft curve of your cheek. Pressing his hard body against your softness and feeling dizzy at the pleasure of it all.

You swallowed hard, feeling as though your mouth had been stuffed with cotton. This man was strong. He had a reputation for ruthlessness and brutality that was infamous in the world you were born in. You were afraid but… those eyes… They made it hard to refuse him…

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” he muttered, lightly touching his lips to yours and closing his eyes at the sheer pleasure of it. “You will want me. I won’t let you have another choice…”

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Hiya~ I had an idea of the chocobros going on a beach trip with there s/o and them just being playful and a huge tease and there chocobro gets fed up with it~ and teaches them a lesson. Hehehe, btw I love your writings they're amazing!!!

Fun in the sun!

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Noctis

He kept telling himself that he wasn’t the jealous type, but your swimsuit was just too much! You claimed you wanted to get a nice tan, as you laid beside him on the beach towel, head resting lazily on your arms, as you gave a soft breathless moan every so often.

“Mm, Noctis isn’t this perfect instead of being in your stuffy apartment.” You moaned, laying face down on your blanket, leg kicking out to wave behind you.

Noctis groaned, he couldn’t tell how hot it was, because right now he was burning up! Only to watch as you suddenly flipped, giving him the front view of your bikini.

The bottoms, sat rather low on your hips with little slits on directly on your hips, while the top was cut into an off the shoulder thin straps on your shoulders. Yet you had raised the bottom of the suit a little higher so as to get the spot right underneath your boobs. Stating that since he had the beach reserved for just their group, than he shouldn’t mine if you tanned the hard to reach spots.

The Prince was nearly shocked from his spot, as you lowered the straps even further from your arms, than removing them all together as you rolled the top of your suit down, to also do the top of your breast.

“Oh, Noct, thanks again for doing this, it’s so hard to get a good tan when you have to be covered up.” You purred, placing on your sunglasses as you closed your eyes.

Noctis flushed, looking around the beach, all of his friends were off doing whatever, and for once not hounding him. Yet you looked so tasty! His blue eyes widen as you cupped your breasts before pulling them upward, just to make sure that you got the sun directly on the underside.

You frowned as a shadow fell over you, “A cloud?” You inquired, raising your sunglasses only to stare at the huge blue eyes before you. “Noctis.”

The Prince quickly covered your mouth with his own, as he pressed his erection into your leg. Pulling back as both his hands found their way to your chest, “You’re not playing fair.”

“Playing fair, what?” You called, only to gasp as that cloth erection rubbed against you again, this time against your swimsuit bottom. “Oh…does the Prince have a Royal boner?”

Noctis chuckled, “Come with me to the changing tent and we’ll see.”

You allowed the man to help you up, before being dragged to the changing tent, one hand keeping up your swimsuit, yet that wouldn’t be held up for long.

~~~~~

Prompto-

“Stop moving.” You giggled. “I can’t believe you’re this ticklish.”

Prompto shifted again, what started as him being ticklish quickly turned to something more X-rated.  The freckled youth, turned the color of a lobster if he was not drenched in the strongest sun screen on the market. Yet the more your hands rubbed over his body, the more excited his “pistol” became. The blonde wondered when did it stop from being playfully cute to something that should be kept in the bedroom or in the few chances in an alleyway, in the park, in the training room, coat closet, bathroom, living room…

You had mounted his, sitting directly on his butt, as the blonde laid on his stomach, your hands rubbing in his second coating of sunscreen as he was already starting to redden. “Almost done, maybe next time we should get that spray.”

“Doesn’t work on me.” Prompto whined, trying to adjust his hip again to stop his erection from digging into the sand and towel beneath him.

“My poor, Chocoboo.” You cooed leaning over pressing a kiss to his cheek, before sitting back swatting him on the butt. “All done! Now you do my back.”

Prompto gave another whine, uncertain if it was due to you climbing off of him and releasing the pressure on his crotch, or from the fact you got him this hard in public, but the poor blonde just wanted release.  Moving to his knees Prompto attempted to hide his erection, only to have it return tenfold, as he saw the back of your swimsuit.

From the front it looked like a single piece outfit with a keyhole to the left with four little belts just underneath your ribcage to your hips, but the back hung super low, and all the belts connected just at the lower back.

“Chocoboo, I’m going to burn.” You called playfully.

Prompto gulped, as he thought of all the disgusting things his mind could ponder, including stinky tofu. Just covered in the gunk, but the moment he looked down his little friend came back with a vengeance.

Mounting you like you had just done himself, the blonde made sure to keep his crotch well above your hips, so that you didn’t feel the awkward boner. His hands going to your shoulders, only to gasp as you let out a pleasing moan.

“That’s feels wonderful, harder.” You ordered.

Prompto swallowed again, digging the palms of his hands against your back, his erection only getting harder as he heard you moan again. Leaning forward the blonde lost his balance as his boner brushed against your ass, he hoped that you wouldn’t notice. Yet your ass backning against his crotch seemed to tell him other.

“Ngf, sweetie.” Prompto whined, his crotch pressed against your ass as he begun to dry hump you.

“Trying to tell me something?”

“I’ve got the hardest boner for you right now.” Prompto moaned, his hand going to your hip to raise you higher.

You turned your gaze to Noctis and the others, they seemed to be attempting to flirt with some girls. Well Gladiolus was, Noctis and Ignis just seemed to be dragged along. Looking back over your shoulder you smirked, “The others will be busy for a while, want to have some fun?”

Prompto didn’t even wait for the end of your sentence, before pulling the bottom of your swimsuit aside, and pulling his swim trunks down.

~~~~~

Gladiolus

Gladiolus physically felt his teeth clenched all day, you had stated that you bought a special outfit just for him. Yet when you took of your cover up revealing the one piece swimsuit, a tube top with a lace closure down the front to just above your navel. The strength of which you tied it made you rather lovely chest seem to grow even further, and he could tell that all eyes were on you. Men and women alike!

Yet when you teamed up with Iris, the two of you playing in the water, tossing your volleyball around. The King’s shield found himself constantly jumping between jealous but proud boyfriend and protective older brother.

“Those two seem to be having fun.” Ignis chuckled, watching as you and Iris got into a playful yet competitive volleyball match with some guys on the beach that were talking big stuff, yet weren’t prepared for the destructive force that was the two of you.

“Big Sis!” Iris called, as she dashed forward to set the ball.

“Right behind you!” You cheered, as you jumped up spiking the ball on the opposite side of the net, which the men couldn’t return. “Good game, what was that 5 to zero?” You called playfully, as you high fived Iris.

“No one messes with the Amicita siblings.” Iris giggled.

“Oh you’re sisters? How about me and my friend take you two lovely ladies out?”

You giggled before pointing toward the large man sitting with your stuff, “My boyfriend wouldn’t take kindly to that, but thanks anyway.”

Gladiolus stared as he watched you ‘flirt’ with the two men before you, he knew that you could easily take them if they got too handsy, but still he was that age once and there was only one thing on a man that young mind. Well it was also on his mind, but that was his thighs and ass and boobs! He could touch and think about them all he wanted!

So when you and Iris returned with popsicles and no annoying boys, Gladiolus couldn’t help but reach out a jealous arm pulling you onto the chair he was sitting on.

“Told you we’d get free ice cream.” You giggled to Iris.

“They didn’t know what hit them.” Iris agreed. “Did you see Gladdy, Sissy and I are an amazing team.”

Gladiolus nodded in agreement, his eyes trained on you as the multi-colored fruit stick, disappeared within your mouth, leaving only the stick that you were holding. Before pulling it from your mouth, delivering a long lick from your fingers, where the juices had melted, up to the tip, before doing it again hollowing out your cheeks.

“Hm?” You muttered around the popsicle, popping it from your mouth before holding it toward the man. “Want some?”

Gladiolus opened his mouth, allowing you to place it within his mouth, only for him to take a huge bite of it.

“Gladdy!” You pouted.

Gladiolus chuckled, “Sorry, Babe, hey Iris, go grabbed Noctis and grab another one.”

Iris, always one to be within Noctis’s company, quickly bounced from her chair, Ignis following after her, just to see what troubles the others had gotten into.

Gladiolus turned back to you, his large hands going to your hips, as he dragged you pouting at your ruined popsicle, closer to his crotch. He was never one to shy away from telling you when he got a hard on for you.

“Heh, you know this is for you right?”

You blinked muttering playfully, “Hm?”

“Fuck yeah, you out their flirting with those little punks and than doing that with that popsicle, I got something for you to suck.” He chuckled rolling his erection into your ass. “Let’s see if we can sneak away for a quickie.”

You rose your eyebrows, licking your lips, “Lead the way.”

~~~~~

Ignis

“Are you certain you’re fine?” Ignis inquired.

You stood nervously beside Ignis, your knee length cover up still on your body, your sunhat in place to avoid the direct sunlight,  “Just a little nervous, I was convinced to get a new style of swimsuit by the sales girl. She said it’s all the rage, but I’m not so certain.”

Ignis place a rather reassuring kiss against your cheek, “I’m certain you’ll look lovely.”

Smiling, you unzipped the front of your cover up, revealing the bikini bottoms, paired with a flared top. It fell to rest just below your breast, and tied around the back of your neck, off the shoulder and extending to your elbows. It appeared more a runway attire than an afternoon at the beach.

“Do I look okay?” You called, a blush lining your cheeks. It was typically a one piece suit for you with a cover up on the entire time, but since you had Ignis beside you, maybe it was okay to wear something that showed off your body.

“Beautiful.” Ignis praised, only for that blush to brighten, yet also a warm smile. “Shall we?”

As the two of you tried finding a place to set up your camp on the beach away from the other families and friends, yet still within sight of Noctis and the others. It was private beach for the elite, yet it seemed everyone had the same idea today, making it a little crowded.

“She’s so pretty.” A little girl called, as she walked by with her mother.

Ignis even saw a few men staring at you, from all ages. One was so blant about it, that he tripped over a cooler. Another immediately getting into a fight with his significant other, who had smacked him before proceeding to yell at him for staring.

“This should be fine.” Ignis stated rounding a small bend which was empty and surrounded by a privacy wall of rocks, only to turn as he noticed that you weren’t with him anymore. “Darling?”

“So which way to the Candy Hut?” The young man asked.

“Oh, you’ll just want to go down this way,” You smiled pointing the direction you had just came. “You can’t miss it, it has a cute crab on it.”

The young man chuckled as he flexed what little muscles he had, “That’s awesome, how about I buy you something sweet?”

You nearly jumped from your skin as you felt a hand on your bare waist, turning to see the tall form of your boyfriend standing beside you, arm wrapped protectively around your waist.

“I’m certain that she’s fine.” Ignis stated, rather roughly.

The young man seemed to get the hint, muttering a quick thanks before rushing off.

You smiled softly, “You know this swimsuit it starting to grow on me.”

Ignis leaned forward pressing his lips against your own, as his sage green eyes roamed the crowd around the both of you. Showing his mark to any of those that dared to even look in your direction with lust filled minds.

“Ignis.” You panted, as the man led you over to where everyone’s stuff had been set up, “What has gotten into you?”

Ignis chuckled, hidden by the rock walls of the beach, “Simply expressing my feelings. I’d like to show you a little more”

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It depends on the cat!

First and foremost the cat is where you'll have the hardest time if they don't like dogs. Cats are trainable sure but it can be hard to find something external that is more rewarding to a cat than the inherent rewards it's getting for its own behaviour and it's even harder to be able to consistently provide a high enough value reward to get what you want. When it comes to teaching a cat the big slobbering beast is a good thing? It's not impossible if your cat is starting out at neutral but if it's starting out hostile you're better just not getting a dog.

If you have a cat that's fine with dogs, or at least uninterested in them, then your next step is looking for a dog that isn't going to chase your cat! Even if the dog will never in a million years harm the cat, the cat just isn't willing to take that risk. Basically being chased by a dog is almost always stressful for the cat and really it's not at all fair to the cat to put them in that position. eg: my collie. He loves chasing and if they stop he just stands there waiting for them to run again. Fun game! Not for the cat tho.

Some of the above comments mentioned prey drive, which is absolutely something to consider, but so is herding instinct! See above example re: my smooth collie.

So how do you know what a dogs prey drive and herding drive will be like before you bring them home? Ask a trainer who is experienced in providing temperament testing for dogs. There are a few different temperament tests out there (such as volhard's) and while these are usually done on puppies they can still give you a decent snapshot if an adult dog as well. Believe me it is well worth shelling out the cash for this whether you're worried about cats and dogs getting along or it's just you and the dog living alone in the woods like hermits. A temperament test will help you understand if you and the dog are going to be a good match too.

So, now you've got the results of the temperament test back on your potential new companion. The bad news is the pup does have a prey drive. That's because all dogs have a prey drive, some are just stronger than others. What you want to look for is a dog with a lower end prey drive and one that is showing far more interest in you than in anything that may or may not be running away. You want to look for a dog that will find doing what you tell them more rewarding than chasing the small fuzzy running thing. And ideally one lower on the distractability spectrum because if they're constantly getting distracted by everything in their environment it's gonna be a lot harder for them to remember they're supposed to be listening to you.

If you've got a dog that prefers you to their environment, has a low prey/herding drive, is eager to please, and doesn't get easily distracted, chances are pretty high that you've got a dog that you can teach to leave the cat alone.

Many rescues and humane societies will let you bring your current pet with you to interview a potential adoptee as well so if you don't know how your cat will respond to a dog talk to the rescue and ask them if they can facilitate a safe meet and greet. I'm not going into detail about how to introduce them here because this is already getting too long. The rescue should have a general idea and there is plenty of how to guides online as well.

But wait! There's more!

Make sure the cat has plenty of high spaces they can access so they're always able to get away from the dog if they're feeling threatened. There should be no way the dog can corner the cat, whether intentionally or accidentally. Make sure their litter box is in an area the dog can't get to, both for the comfort of the cat and because far too many dogs can't resist the delicious litter brownies (gag).

Keep an eye on all interactions and if the cat is saying "Enough! Back off hound!" Make sure you're enforcing that boundary. If your cat trusts you to keep the beast at bay then they're less likely to resort to their own methods.

This all goes for the dog too. Make sure the dog has a place they can have alone time away from the cat, and make sure you're enforcing the dogs boundaries if the cat is pushing the limits there. You're signing yourself up to be a referee here.

The bottom line is that you don't want to be putting any living creature in a situation that will be a constant, or near constant, source of stress for them. And that includes you too!! If all of the above sounds like way too much work for you then you're better off not putting yourself through all that stress and just not trying to make cats and dogs get along.

But if you think you're up for the challenge then give it a whirl!

How would you handle having dogs and cats together? I have cats and no dogs and intend on bringing in puppies only atm for the future and heavily socializing, monitoring interactions and teaching good behaviors, and don't intend to leave them unmonitored ever (my ideal set up is a room just for the dogs) but would appreciate extra tips.

This probably won’t net me many tumblr points but in complete honesty?

I don’t do cats and dogs unless I know for a fact that dog will not harm that cat. Dogs and cats are both predatory animals but cats are also significantly smaller than most dogs and have a tenancy to panic and run when chased, which triggers the dog’s predatory response. Some dogs also don’t really take kindly to being swatted and will fight a cat that does so, once again a dangerous situation for a cat to be in.