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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago

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Good evening, I got another idea for your new event

Aces' older brother and grim interaction like "oh, Ace, how you got so tall— agh! It's not Ace" "oh? Oh. Oooh, hello. Isn't it that 'stupid raccoon' my lil' bro was talking about? " "HEY! Don't call THE great Grim raccoon! "

[Referencing this interaction!]

… I like how we’ve come to a silent consensus that Big Bro Trappola is just a taller version of Ace 😂

Fun fact: In the JP fandom, a lot of fans call Ace’s brother “Jack”, a reference to the character “Jack Hearts” from the Villain Recruiters group (part of Tokyo Disney Sea’s Halloween events).

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

You heard Grim's familiar shrill cries echo up from the bottom of a twisting stairwell. Peering down over the banister, you found an auburn-haired boy detaining Grim by the scruff, the poor little beast flailing for freedom. You called out to them as you jogged down the stairs, speaking a name you knew so well: Ace.

As you approached, a realization started to set in—that Ace was far taller than usual. But surely it was the same cheery troublemaker you'd always known. He had the same cheeky smile and bright eyes.

A growth spurt? Or had he defied Riddle's warnings to not eat the dubious mushrooms that grew in the Heartslabyul gardens?

Ace casually raised his free hand to wave as you descended. “Yo.”

“Hey!! Wow Ace, when did you get this tall?” you said teasingly.

The corner of his mouth lifted, amused. You noticed that he had parted his bangs today, and had drawn on his heart much smaller, more of an accessory than a statement piece.

“Well, you know how it is. A growing boy like me’s always got something up his sleeve.”

“M-Minion, there you are!!” Grim sputtered, aggressively kicking his furry feet midair. “Quick, after this imposter!”

“Imposter?”

“Don’t mind him. Little dude’s got his tail in a twist cuz I called him a raccoon.” A wicked grin crept onto Ace’s lips. It was easy and devil-may-care—and Ace was that devil. “Isn’t that right, ta-nu-ki-chan?”

He prodded Grim’s cheek with each singsong syllable. One, two, three, four… and Grim lost it.

“MYAAAH!!” He thrashed about wildly, swiping his paws at his just-out-of-reach captor. “I’m so MAD, I could spit!! When I get my paws on you, I’ll…!”

“Watch it, or you’ll set the whole dorm on fire,” you warned, “and then we’ll have an upset Riddle to deal with.”

“Who, the teapot tyrant? Isn’t he off sipping tea somewhere? I wouldn’t worry about him.”

“Ace!!” You gaped at him, eyes wide. “You talking about him is just going to make Riddle magically manifest to collar you again! It’s like the universe is out to get you at this point.”

“I’m cool with that. I doubt he’ll behead me anyway.”

“What makes you think he won’t?!”

Ace simply shrugged and wiggled his brows—as if daring you to guess. “Let’s just say I don’t think I’m the guy he’d be after,” he said mysteriously with a wink.

“AHHHHHHHH!!”

You startled at the scream that tore through the air. Your head whipped in the direction of it, expecting an enraged Riddle, face red and nostrils flaring, charging at you. Instead, the person scrambling over was…

“Ace?!”

You looked back at the young man holding onto Grim, then again at the one fast approaching. Side by side, the little differences between them came to light.

The taller Ace was sharper in every way—eyes, lips, face. His attire was far more casual than Riddle would allow for: an open vest, dress shirt undone a few buttons, a loose tie thrown over his shoulder. He had a relaxed maturity about him, as though Ace had been aged into some semblance of adulthood, but had maintained all of his wonder.

The imposter assumed a sheepish smirk. “‘Sup, lil’ bro?”

“Don’t ‘sup, lil’ bro me!!” Ace groaned, marching over to land a swift punch to his brother’s arm arm. “Dude, you can’t just ditch me to go screw with my friends! Only I'm allowed to do that!"

“My bad, my bad. I was just curious about what kinda people you hang around with.” His brother laughed, setting Grim back on the ground. You were quick to grab him before he circled around to attack the older Trappola’s pant leg.

“So,” Ace’s brother continued, his gaze trained on you and Grim, “you must be the ones that had Ace running to Sage’s Island over winter break. He was really worried when you got your SOS text. Basically broke his piggy bank to make sure he had enough allowance to take public transportation back to NRC.”

“Oh? Really? I had no idea he was so desperate to be my hero.”

“H-Hey, don’t listen to him! He’s blowing it out of proportion! I totally wasn’t that worried,” Ace protested. “Besides, if dummies like you and Deuce weren’t around… then school life would be so much more boring. A wellness check here or there’s fine, so lay off!”

His brother chuckled. Leaning into your ear, he murmured, “That’s how Ace shows that he cares.”

“Oi, what are you whispering about?!” Ace cried, elbowing his brother out of the way. “Stop gettin’ all chummy with MY friends and butt out. You’re supposed to be spending time with your family today anyway, so let’s get going!”

“What, I was just about to embarrass you by sharing stupid stories with them~”

“Like I’d like that happen!!” With a pout, Ace yanked on his brother’s arm. “Come on, you have adult stuff to do!!”

"Like you don’t have kid stuff to do?”

“I’m NOT a little kid anymore!”

“And I’m still young at heart.”

Stuck between the duo, you and Grim exchanged knowing glances.

“Those two… they really are alike, huh?”

“You know it, minion.”

#Ace Trappola #twst #twisted wonderland #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #Grim #Reader #self insert #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #NRC Family Day #disney twisted wonderland

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writings-ofthe-heart · 10 months ago

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Drabble that I mentioned before :3

well this ended up being longer than expected..

Horror sans/Reader

side notes; College AU not really, I'm kinda bullshitting the medical stuff ok

Part 1 ✔️ Part 2. etc.

When monsters rose from the surface, it seemed like the entire world caught on fire. Everyone wouldn't stop talking about it, everyone went mad. They seemed... dangerous. Eyes either empty, or filled with a dull, eerie hunger. A lust for something filling. Government officials locked them away for the first two years they arrived but after extensive surveying and rehabilitation technology, they were set free.

All monsters were now allowed in the real world, well, limited to the countries who had not banned them. Lucky you, college had finally ended. With a degree under your sleeve, you looked for a job. Weeks, and weeks went by. Nobody called back. You were getting desperate at this point.

A flyer pinned to a community board caught your attention.

"LOOKING FOR RECEPTIONIST AT THE LOCAL CLINIC, CALL THIS NUMBER IF INTERESTED!"

Seems good as any other job, and it's nearby. They called back almost immediately. What the flyer failed to inform you of,

It was a monster-run, monster speciality clinic. The day you arrived at the clinic was... unforgettable to say the least. Since monsters had been freed from their prison down below, you've never seen them, at least out of articles. Never touched one, never spoken to one. You weren't planning on it either.

"Ah, you must be the new hire! Welcome, welcome."

A giant, sheep-like? furry lady basically pulled you in. A bit harsh, but you kept your mouth shut.

"It's so lovely to meet you. My name is Toriel, and this is our clinic!" You shook her hand, giving her your name. She seemed to stare down, not at you, but into you.

It chilled you to the bone. But you couldn't find the courage to say anything.

she pushed you away, into a small desk at the front of the office.

"This is yours! Feel free to wander, maybe don't try to interact so much with our fellow monsters though... you're one of the first humans to step foot here." She chuckled, her claws long and sharp. Yellowed by who knows what. When she laughed, you got a glance at her teeth, her horrible, crooked teeth. Sweat dripped down your neck. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Toriel left the room, as someone was wailing her name. You booted up the computer , and stood. Maybe looking around for a quick second wouldn't hurt? The computer seemed old anyways.

As you walked down the left hallway, you noticed rooms lined up down the hall. Most of them were open, some had doors left ajar. All of them, you could hear crying, shrieking and wailing. Various names, you couldn't recognize. You heard shrill voices asking for their moms, or Toriel. It made your pounding heart drop to your stomach.

Someone appeared behind you, silently. Once you had reached the dead end, you went to turn and go back to your small desk but was halted. Looming over you, a skeleton. With its jaw hung open, tiny pinpricks boring into your eyes. He could feel your nerves, smell the blood pumping into your heart.

The skeleton didn't even utter a word before jumping on to you, knocking you to the floor. His terrible teeth snapped to bite on your neck. You inched away, shrieking. A bellow from behind the skeleton racked the hall.

"Papyrus!" Toriel grabbed the skeleton by the neck, raising him far away from you. "Oh dear, oh dear." The furry monster, now looking concerned, flung the tall skeleton away. A group surrounded the skeleton, eager to help him or... harass him for details on being so close to the human.

Toriel picked you up, her matted fur somehow comforting you in the state of shock you were in. She plopped you on a chair in a vacant room, and left. The door clicked with the lock.

"Um, hey?! You didn't just lock me in here right?" You awkwardly shouted out. No response, only the shrieks and sobs from next door.

#writers on tumblr #x reader #horrortale papyrus #horrortalesans #horror sans #horrortale #horrortale sans x reader #horrortale toriel #horrortale sans #undertale #undertale x reader

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soulc-hilde · 6 months ago

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Kids in the Iceberg

Series: The Lost Waterbender / Ch. 01

Pairing: Sokka x OC! Ikkara

Words: 1.1k

Divider by: @khaer

Synopsis: Sent off from her homeland in order to fulfill her duty, a young waterbender takes on the responsibility to teach the Avatar. Forced to abandon her people just like Aang was force to abandon his childhood, the two bond over their desire to be freed. Rushing off into the night, the duo are swept off in the midst of a rain storm. Waking in her homeland, Ikkara is left confused and 100 years behind the present.

With a pained groan, I open my eyes and wince at the unexpectant glare of light. Blinking a few more times, I could feel my vision adjust and what I thought was blue skies were blue eyes.

They stare down at me with curiosity and wariness. Sitting up as slow as my body would allow me to, I take note of him standing protectively in front of a girl who was practically his twin. Am I... Am I back home?

Careful of the ice, I stand to my feet when a small hand grips onto my bicep. I look over to see the concerned, wide gray eyes that belong to the young airbender I was traveling with.

"Ikkara, you're okay," he belts with joy, forcing his small form into my torso. As he nuzzles into my parka, I lightly pat my gloved hand on his bald head with a chuckle.

"Of course, are you?" I ask, leaning him back in order to trail my eyes across his body. The boy behind him screeches, "who are you!"

Before we could answer, a loud groan catches our attention. "Appa," Aang and I call out. Leaping over the slope of ice, we land on the white furry bison. Aang continuously swipes at his companion, fighting the animal's sleep while I simply patted the side of his head. Following after us, the siblings watch in horror.

"What is that?!" The boy screams once again. Finally awaking, Appa nudges his head against me before licking Aang's backside.

The airbender laughs, "this is Appa, my flying bison." The boy deadpans, gesturing to the girl, "and this is Katara, my flying sister."

The large bison freezes, face twitching. "Oh-oh," I wince, ducking to avoid the ball of snot that had hit the teenage boy. With a scream of disgust, he flops around in the snow in hopes to wipe it off.

"That's okay, it'll wash out," Aang laughs. I look around with slight familiarity, "are-are we in the south pole, by chance?" Aang nods, "do you guys live around here?"

Immediately, the boy steps in front of Katara, pointing his spear at Aang and I. "Don't answer that, Katara. Did you see that bolt of light? They were probably trying to signal the Fire Navy."

Katara nudges him back, gesturing at us in annoyance, "oh yeah, I'm sure they're spies for the Fire Navy. You can tell by that evil look in their eyes, besides she's wearing Water Tribe clothes."

"Could be a disguise," the boy creates his own explanation. Cute, but paranoid... seems like my type

Katara gestures towards him, "the paranoid one is my brother, Sokka. What are your names?" I give her a small bow, "I'm Ikkara."

"And I'm A-a-a-a-a-aachoo!" Aang sneezes, shooting into the sky. Sliding down the icy walls and back onto his feet, he bows in greeting, "Aang."

Sokka points at us, "you just sneezed and flew 10 feet in the air!" Aang and I shrug, "I thought/felt it was higher than that."

"You're an Airbender!" Katara realizes with awe. She turns to me, "and are you one, too?" I shake my head, "afraid not. I'm a waterbender."

If it was possible, her eyes seem to widen even more. "I'm a waterbender, too!" She nearly squeals. Sokka groans, "giant light beams, flying bison, airbenders, waterbenders... I think I got midnight sun madness," he walks off.

"I'm going home to where stuff makes sense," he scoffs. Pausing for a moment, Sokka realizes that he was in fact stranded on the glacier with the rest of us. I chuckle in my gloved palm, not wanting to come off as rude.

"If you guys are stuck, Ikkara, Appa, and I can give you a lift!" Aang suggests, using his bending to flip onto the top of Appa's head.

Katara smiles, "thanks!" I turn around and with a stiff stomp, a set of ice carved stairs form beside the bison. The younger waterbender gasps in awe, "whoa."

She joins my side in the saddle which left the three of us to watch Sokka mildly panic. "Oh no," he scoffs, "I am not getting on that fluffy snot monster."

"Well Sokka," I lightly tsk, "I don't see any boats around here for miles. Do you, Katara?" The girl smirks, shaking her head, "nope. Unless you're hoping some other kind of monster will give a ride home, you know, before you freeze to death?"

The stubborn teen sighs, climbing the icy stairs and hopping into the saddle. He shuffles in the very back, nearly digging the edges into his lower back. Aang doesn't mind though as he laughs away.

"Okay, first time fliers, hold on tight!" He shouts, gripping the reigns, "Appa, yip-yip!" The bison releases a growl and launches himself in the air, all six legs fan out, before belly-flopping into the water.

"Wow," Sokka drags on, "that was truly amazing." I send him a quick side-eye, not appreciating the tone. Aang chimes, "Appa's just a little tired. After some rest, he'll be soaring through the sky!"

Katara shuffles to the front of the saddle while Aang watches her with a grin. She raises an eyebrow, "why are you smiling at me like that?"

"Oh," he stutters, "I was smiling?" I laugh, shaking my head as Sokka groans in mock disgust. As we drift onwards through the water, the evening turned to night.

--- pov shift ---

Despite her long winded nap in the iceberg, Ikkara felt the need to sleep attack her body once more. Curling into a ball beside Sokka, the boy couldn't evade his eyes as the moon glares down on her face. She was a masterpiece.

Brown skin darker than his own, her short mane of curls danced playfully in the wind. Her pink lips hold a slight smile as the quiet ripples of the ocean and Appa's heartbeat soothes her to sleep.

Get a grip, Sokka sighs, she's a possible threat to the tribe.

Hearing someone cough, he turns to meet eyes with a humored Katara. Before he could say a word to defend his gaze, she wiggles her eyebrows before laying down for her own nap. Left grumbling to himself, the teen stares on into the night.

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#sokka x oc #atla #avatar the last airbender #sokka x reader #the legend of korra #sokka fanfic #atla sokka #zuko x reader #prince zuko #zutara #aang x toph #avatar aang

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mew-tilated-mogai · 2 years ago

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Welcome...

✦ ─ yo, im Kei / Guzma, you can also call me Mew since thats my blog name, Im a genderfluid bi-gay dude, crit inclus

Pronouns : he/him ; neb/nebby ; spike/muth ; Di/Devi ; oct/octo +

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bolworth-birthday-bet · 2 years ago

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Prologue.

It is a point of pride to you that you, the Honourable Edwin Cedermark III, once committed to a venture, never back down until you find either victory or total, humiliating defeat. It is therefore your resolve not to undertake any venture unless you are convinced it is worth the bother. One is, however, only human.

"The helmet, Ceddy, old chap," said George Elmsley to you one day at your club, leaning forward in that excitable schoolboy way of his, which the large ears and corn-blue eyes only emphasised. "The helmet of the Terror of Bledley Bough!"

Anyone who has ever spent their childhood summers at Bledley Park—and there are not a few of them, as Lady Bledley has twenty-odd nephews and nieces alone—knows of the local policeman at the village of Bledley Bough. It is due to him that a bicycle bell can still make the hairs at the back of your neck rise. No-one is swifter with a baton, more merciless with a whistle, or has less respect for the privilege of rank than the Terror.

"No! You are not saying you have got his helmet!"

"I do not. But I will. This summer, when I go back home to see Mater." George had grown up in a town not two hours’ drive from Bledley Park, and had therefore always been considered a neighbour. He had been there most summers to run around with the hordes of Lady Bledley’s relations. "It has been a long time coming, especially since he took me in for having a tiny taste of a pie that didn’t belong to me. It’s time to put the Terror in his place. I will have his helmet, and then we’ll see who laughs last!"

"Hah! If you do, then I will… bed the Duke of Bolworth on his birthday and bring you his socks as a trophy!"

Which goes to show one should never speak lightly of serious matters. Blasted George Elmsley did go back to Bledley Park in the summer, and didn’t he just get that helmet. "I’ll tell you how I did it," said that same George Elmsley proudly, tipping the helmet up over his broad brow, "so long as you keep your end of the deal. Or was that all hot wind, about bedding the Duke of Bolworth?"

So that was that. Nothing for it. You are committed. A stand-offish, married, cigar-smoking, silver-button-wearing duke of the most terrifying sort is now your swain to seduce. -

The first order of business is to secure an invitation to the birthday party at Kenwell Hall. A phone call or two accomplishes this, as your network of aunts is extensive and entrée—or auntrée—therefore only a question of dog-sitting some perfumed furry terror for an afternoon. The plan, when you get there, is simple. Allow the Duke to imbibe freely, then find your way into his bedroom and make such a lavish display of wantonness that he will have no choice but to succumb. It seems jolly foolproof to you! The only difficulty is getting upstairs to the family’s quarters without attracting the attention of the staff.

The day is breezy and mild as you motor down to the country in your black Vauxhall. Black birds write their omens of doom against a pale sky. You have rung ahead for a room at the village inn. It would have been too easy if you had been invited to stay at the Hall, wouldn’t it have? But the countess loves a large ball and hates a long visit, so only the nearest and dearest have that privilege, despite the two hundred or so bedrooms that the house boasts. Which, come to think of it, presents your second difficulty: Just which of those two hundred rooms is the Duke’s? You will have one hundred and ninety-nine chances of making a wanton display at entirely the wrong person.

Well, no adventure is without peril.

A chandelier of positively American proportions hangs from the ceiling of the grand ballroom at Kenwell Hall. One detects the handprint of the Countess, a renowned beauty who, so you hear, once entertained guests at the music halls in that great country. You can see her now, glittering with jewels, her masses of dark hair piled high upon her head, a feather wobbling uncertainly as she attends an intimate huddle of ten or so younger men.

She is not the natural mother of the heir to the title, and nothing could be more obvious when comparing the statuesque countess to that reedy flower of English manhood. As proud as you are of your English heritage (your grandfather was a Dane; and there is much to be said of Danes and Britons that is best left for history books), you must admit the country does produce its fair share of weak chins.

One must wonder if a similar chin lurks underneath the Duke’s whiskers. A man of the previous century, he sports a handsome beard. Yes, damn it—it is handsome, though the man is celebrating his fifty-fifth birthday. If only he weren’t so utterly remote and lofty, he might even be attractive. He appears to you the sort of man that, when he was a boy, never stirred from his Latin and Arithmetic except to go to chapel. You never pass judgement, of course, but it must be said it is precisely the sort of Duke that ends up marrying a music hall girl. Youthful folly, when first missed out on, will take its own back with a vengeance.

You cast a curious eye upon the throng, waving when you spot a familiar face here and there, but to be quite honest, this is not your set. Your family never strayed much in the Cambridgeshire direction since the infamous costume ball of 1899. At the end of the glittering hall, a temporary stage has been built, upon which a quadrille is being danced, while a rather obvious magician lurks nervously behind the stage, waiting for the fairy creatures to vacate his stage. You cannot blame him—any entertainer would balk at following Miss Dobson and Miss O’Malley in a pink tutus.

What a swell party this is

#the bolworth birthday bet #gamebook #saucy shenanigans #START #wodehouse pastiche

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fragileizywriting · 1 year ago

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I'd like uuuh FLP Trixx and DL Ultitled 8 please what funky things can you tell us

on it, boss!

spoilers for future scenes in flp and cw for arachnophobia for DL

FLP trixx:

this was me writing down dialogue that i want to have for this character, as well as her interaction with tikki. trixx is a mess and annoys the shit out of her niece-in-law. it's actually not supposed to be trixx; i'd gotten my bunny and my fox confused because i'm so used to a white bunny being named trixx (the yogurt) but it's actually hopp. i'm gonna have to make hopp's name more.... more in order to fit her in correctly. name her hope, or something. hoppla. something archaic and ancient. here's a snippet of the snippet:

“—Those who do not know me call me Fate.” There’s an air-like quality to the way they move across the starched planes, moving through the stacks with grace. Even while ginormous, bending at what should be the knees to meet Marinette at eye-level, their movements are soft, made of fog, airy and feather-weight. “And those who do know me, do not call me that.” “You’re Fate?” Marinette swallows hard. “You… you’re the god of Fate?” “Unfortunately, it’s a little hard to explain what she is.” “It’s rather simple, actually. I am the god that watches all universes.” “All of it?” “Any of it.” “Of everything?” Marinette tries again. “Of anything,” the form corrects her once more. “I don’t understand…” “I am the watcher of anything.” “Of anything?” “I know anything you want.” “But not… everything?” “Splendid!” the form wrongly known as Fate laughs. “I knew you’d follow along.”

DL untitled 8, lets see:

OH YEAH! this is a throwaway little scene that i'm probably gonna have to combine with another scene bc it's too short on its own but i don't want to let it go. there's a throwaway line both in the rewrite (i made sure to put it in there bc i find it so funny) and in the original that marinette hates spiders

original: She can’t kiss him, even though she wants to. She wants to see if he’ll complain if she chews on his bottom lip, but there’s no time. It has to be fast and unnoticable, and as much as she wants to take her time and go slow and milk him till the point it hurts, she understands the hurry. His excitement is tangible in her mouth as he guides her to the spot he wants her to stay. It’s perfectly sized for her. She crawls easily under the small cabinet space that allows for a chair or two that the bartender doesn’t need. It’s empty, thank god, and she doesn’t look any closer to the area around her than she has to, knowing that if she sees a spider there’s no amount of cum guzzling prospects in the world that will get her to crawl back into the space.

rewrite: It’s the size of a barstool, just tall enough to fit extra chairs that Luka doesn’t need, and it’s right where he stands in front of her on the other side whenever she sits down. It’s empty, quiet, and dark— even when they reenter their bubble and the music warps into a gentle muffled nothing to her sensitive ears, she at least has a single brain cell available that isn’t thinking about feeding and hunger and ambrosia to look for spiders. There is absolutely no amount of come-guzzling prospects in the world that will get her to crawl into a space that has spiders. The one thing she can’t stand is something with eight legs and furry. The idea is already making her dizzy.

anyway, this throwaway snippet i have in this one is just this

“I— oh god— I don’t do so well when they’re hairy—” she blanches, backing up entirely from the counter. “Is that— is it still alive, or?” “It’s just a spider, idiot,” Adrien snorts. “Come on. You’ve never seen a bug before? Someone get me a cup, I’ll get rid of it before Luka gets back from the bathroom. Oh, speaking of!” “That spider is huge. I haven’t seen one this big in—” The spider shifts in Marinette’s direction, moving towards her on the counter. She screams, latching onto the closest thing which happens to be Luka, letting her heels drop to the floor in favor of not puncturing his side. Giant, warm hands wrap around her almost on instinct as he laughs, holding her up as if her grip around his waist with her thighs isn’t iron-locked into place. She curses in all the languages she can think of, adding as many colorful ones as she can remember while in the process of praying for her life, squeezing tighter with her thighs, hiding her face into Luka’s shoulder. “Oh my god, oh my god! Get it away! Out!” “It’s just a spider,” Adrien repeats, but he’s too busy dealing with hiding his laughter in order to actually sound annoyed at her. What a dog. “What are you screaming for? Dear Lord, I’ve never heard you sound so scared before— you’re not going to get bit. You’re far more dangerous than the spider is.” “I think I’m going to faint,” she squeals. “Please, please, please get it out of here. I’m going to start crying, and the one person I don’t want to cry in front of is Luka.” “And why is that, exactly?” Luka laughs. “I care about your opinion of me far too much to let that happen,” she replies without thinking about it too hard. “Who cares about what ‘Mister Rich Boy’ thinks about me.” “Hey,” Adrien sounds off behind her. “Watch it, ‘Princess’, or I’ll put this spider on you.”“Don’t you dare.”

#speakizys #fire lily petals #demon lovin

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goodoldelrey · 1 year ago

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Litter boxes in schools

I overheard co-workers talking about furries in a way that didn't make me feel comfortable coming out as a furry. According to them, furries are people who "identify as cats" to the point where high schools are putting litter boxes in their restrooms to accommodate them.

I had to walk away to find a hidden place to laugh my ass off.

You want me to believe that high schools, known for holding a vendetta against hats in hallways, are totally fine with students going to their restrooms, dropping trow, and perform a 2 Girls 1 Cup style stunt for the sake of roleplay? The same place that requires a signed permission slip to watch a rated-R movie even if the students are 17 or older is fine with pissing in a box?

You know how many janitors would immediately go on strike if litter boxes just sprouted out in school restrooms? Do you know how hard it is to manage a school restroom as is? Have you ever lived with kids? Even the most socially conscious janitor would be like, "I don't care if he thinks he's a Russian Blue; I'm not going through a goddamn sandbox to touch a 16-year-old's turd."

You're telling me that public schools--PUBLIC schools--are so loose with their budgets that they can immediately invest in human-size doo-doo pans without at least one PTA meeting? Not even a call? They call if the student is playing hookie but not about the new place they're taking a dookie?

What about those who aren't domesticated cats? Why do cats get special treatment? Where's the fire hydrant for dogs? In fact, a lot of furries roleplay as wild animals, so would schools be okay with feces in the hallways? I guess, as long as it's not being worn as a hat.

Story time: I remember this one moment in high school where I sat in a stall and farted into a toilet. Some other a few stalls down was like, "Ew!" And I was thinking, what the fuck?! I'm farting into a toilet! This is the most appropriate place to fart in! We're in a fucking restroom, you dick!

If some kid back in the late 00's was lambasting me for farting a few stalls away from him, do you think kids now are all gonna be cool with litter boxes? Kids and teens are not as "liberal" and you think they are. If (and it's a big if) some kid actually uses a litter box, chances are likely they're already being bullied for a myriad of other things. I highly doubt that a kid like that would go one step beyond and let their bullies know how they tinkle.

Allow me to end on a morbid note.

Let's say, for the sake of argument (forgive me for sounding like Ben Shapiro), that the litter box thing is all true. Let's say that schools in America are fine with litter boxes in their bathrooms. If this is true, it still wouldn't be the worse thing that's happening in American schools.

#goodoldelrey #furry #blog #litter box #politics #humor

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fasterthanmydemons · 1 year ago

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[ Speedster of the Galaxy ]

When Pietro suddenly ran, Mantis’ eyes went wide. She giggled, then laughed. She had been a bit startled, yet somewhat fascinated. She couldn’t help but play with the floating blue trail he left behind. “Ohhh, pretty,” she said, glancing at him to let him know she was paying attention despite the interest she had taken in the blue substance. She covered her mouth with a hand when Pietro mentioned running into things. “With your super speed, that must be awfully painful.” Especially since he said medication did not work for him. Well, if he got hurt during a mission, she could use her powers to help him with the pain, if he allowed it.

When he asked if she had poisonous skin, Mantis became tense. It didn’t sound bad. It momentarily made her feel powerful as a poisonous plant. “No, not exactly…” Unless he meant poisonous for the mind, in which case, maybe. She shook her head when he said he hoped calling her cute wasn’t insulting in her culture. In Ego’s planet, the culture, or tradition, or whatever that was, was to either be useful or die. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “I am not offended,” she said. She wasn’t, but she still struggled to take compliments. Being complimented on her music taste or sense of humor… that was fine. But matters such as her cuteness, kindness or ‘innocence’ were different things entirely. At some point, Mantis would say or do something that would make the other person desperately want to take it back. That would make them feel as if they had been admiring a pretty flower before discovering it was infested with worms. Lured into a trap. Like Ego’s planet and its excessive beauty.

When Pietro brought up Rocket’s 'complaining furry ass’, Rocket let out a barking laugh, and Mantis snorted slightly before laughing as well. It was known that Rocket wasn’t the best at comforting others, so Mantis wasn’t surprised when her friend laughed Pietro’s comment off. Besides, Pietro didn’t seem as defensive as he was when he first boarded the Benatar earlier, serious and quiet. Seeing him smiling and joking with Rocket brought Mantis great joy. Of course, Pietro would still miss his sister. But Mantis hoped his experience with this new team would be a pleasant one. After a lifetime of fear and loneliness, Mantis had found something in the Guardians; something she couldn’t quite describe. She hoped Pietro would find it, too.

“I know how you feel,” Mantis stated. “About struggling to reach inebriation, I mean. So does Gamora; she has two livers. You are definitely not alone. But the galaxy is big. Maybe we’ll find the right libations one day.” She laughed again at his 'no buzz no fun’ expression. “I don’t think drinking is strictly necessary to have a good time! Not when things such as music exist.” Mantis fell silent, listening to Pietro as he said that he wouldn’t call Rocket 'cute’ and that she should hug him every day. “Hm… But I do think he is cute. He is very kind. Not in the way he speaks, since he is rude and brash, and his 'tough love’ approach is not for everyone. But his actions are kind… when he thinks no one is looking.” She remembered that Pietro suggested him the use of ear plugs. “It’s not the music,” Mantis whispered, making sure Rocket wouldn’t hear her. “The reason why he can’t sleep. It’s not the music.” She then fiddled with her hair because there she was, sharing too much about someone else again. “Uh… do you have trouble sleeping? I’m good at inducing slumber, so if you ever need help with that, just come to me.”

The empath smiled when Pietro mentioned that hugs were nice and how he also gave great hugs. “Are you trying to say you want to hug Rocket? I don’t think that would be a good idea, he doesn’t know you.” The notion was amusing, but Mantis wasn’t surprised; Rocket was so fluffy, she couldn’t blame Pietro for wanting to hug him after he saw Mantis doing it. She was a bit saddened when he said only his sister let him hug her, but she managed a smile. “Yeah, hugs are nice. I find them more powerful than any punch, gun or blade. I’m aware it’s not… a belief most people agree with, otherwise saving the galaxy would be easier. Creatures of all types don’t try to understand each other enough. That does not make them worse, or better, it just makes things… much harder.” Mantis swallowed. As if the human speedster currently fleeing his planet did not know this. She was still fiddling with her hair, but her hands stopped their movement when he reminded her that she wanted to read his thoughts. “On second thought, I am not going to. It would be like calling you a liar again!” That, and the fact that Mantis no longer wanted to know the answer. If Pietro thought she was cute, it would be a matter of time before he changed his mind. “But thank you.”

A tense silence followed, and Mantis clasped her hands together, staring outside with such attention one would assume that the stars were trying to communicate with her. Maybe they were. Ego was a planet, after all. She then heard the clinking noise of Rocket digging through bottles to find a drink, and Mantis couldn’t hold back laughter, bending her upper body slightly forward. Rocket was so cute, he could be doing nothing and it would still make her smile.

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“Yeah? You like it?” Pietro asked, all smiled now that Mantis has shown an interest in his powers. Hearing her laugh was nice, too. She had a nice laugh. And of course, Pietro loved to make people laugh in general. Humor was one of the ways he’d gotten through all the crap in his life. Things were just somehow easier when he was making others laugh and smile. “Is called slipstreamstuffs. The wispy bluish-white stuff left behind by the slipstream I create when I run very fast. It disappears after little while though. It has something to do with water vapor in the air. I don’t really understand, is all to do with physics and things, but yeah. Is safe to touch, so play with it all you want. I can make more for you, too,” he said, noticing that it was already starting to disappear. “Yeah, it really hurts bad when I crash into things, but even worse is that I break stuff. I make big dents in the walls or knock things over... because I hit them with lot of force.”

Although he was glad to hear that Mantis had not been offended by his comment about her being cute, Pietro was... somewhat unconvinced. She still seemed bothered in some way, and therefore that bothered him. He never liked to see people down around him. If they were, he always felt compelled to try and cheer them up, or at least to lend them a sympathetic ear. “You want to talk about it?” he asked, knowing she probably wouldn’t, but that was her choice. All he could do was politely offer, and he really didn’t mind listening. Not everyone felt better by talking to others, though, and he of course had to understand that.

Pietro didn’t mind Rocket, really. His cursing and crass, casual air actually put Pietro at ease, People who were very formal, stiff, stuffy, proper, or who never cursed or cracked jokes made him nervous, because then he felt like he had to be just as prim and proper... which just wasn’t going to happen. But Rocket didn’t give a shit, and that was more Pietro’s style. If someone else was being mouthy and rude, then Pietro felt relaxed, like he wouldn’t get into trouble for being the same. Guys like that, though... they usually had a lot to hide. Pain, trauma, sadness, loss... things like that. Pietro knew from personal experience how much people hid with humor and a seemingly uncaring or casual attitude. He wondered if Rocket had some demons he was grappling with, just like Pietro did.

“Two livers? That’s pretty cool,” Pietro said. Being on a ship with aliens - all literal, real-live aliens! - was proving to be a really interesting experience. “Yeah, I can see how that would make it pretty hard to get buzzed. Is true, though. There is lot of space out there. Lot of planets. One of them has to have booze that will get me and Gamora sloshed off our asses,” he said with a little chuckle. “And oh no, of course not, is not only way to have fun. It just... is a bit of a downer when everyone around you is getting drunk and happy and you’re there still sucking suds and getting nowhere. But at least there’s one other person on this ship who won’t get very drunk either, so I won’t feel as left out.” But then a funny little thought occurred to him. “So what are you like when you’re drunk? Are you a talker, a giggler, or one of those philosophical types who starts talking about the meaning of life and stuff?”

“So... Rocket is a good guy underneath, but kindof an asshole on the surface? I can see that. I am also like that sometimes. I get it. Sometimes life is hard so you put forward for others that is something different than what is on inside.” He... shouldn’t have said that. It was too revealing. But then Mantis said the music wasn’t the reason why Rocket couldn’t sleep, and Pietro wondered if his suspicions about Rocket weren’t true. “Oh...” he said, his expression turning serious. “Nightmares, or?” he asked rather sympathetically. “Yeah, I have trouble sleeping sometimes. I get nightmares.”

That wasn’t the real reason why he struggled so with sleep, though. “But mostly... is just that I don’t sleep the way other people do. Normal people go to bed at some hour, spend six, eight, ten hours sleeping, and then get up and are awake for the whole day. But my body is weird. It doesn’t like to sleep for more than four hours at night. Sometimes only two or three. But then I need to nap once or twice during the day. Is like... everyone else has one giant cycle in a day, but I have two or three little ones. But like with Avengers, I had to stick to a schedule and sleep when everyone else did so I could be on time for training and meetings and things, but I can’t force myself to sleep if I’m not tired. Then I would fall asleep in the middle of a meeting and piss everyone off.”

He sighed, because it just reminded him of how different he was from everyone else. But that was one of the nice things about the Guardians. Each one of them was different from the other. Different races, species, heights, weights, body shapes, powers, likes, dislikes... It was actually nice to be different in a group where everyone was different.

“No, I was leaving the offer open for if you needed a hug. Trust me, I’m not about to hug Rocket. He’d probably bite my ear off or something,” Pietro said, chuckling again. “Is very true. Someone can be raging, yelling, fighting, and really what they are saying is... I am hurting. I am in pain. So if you hug them, it just...” He made a downward deflating motion with his hands. “...takes the energy down and helps to calm. It brings up all the tears and vulnerability. It um... what is the word... It disarms. But in a good, safe way.” It had worked for Wanda many times, and even people in Novi Grad. Pietro wasn’t afraid to hug anyone who needed it. Well, except for Rocket. He had sharp little teeth.

He shrugged. “I don’t feel like you are calling me a liar, but... okay. I won’t push. But you can always touch to check if you need to verify something, okay? I trust you,” Pietro said, hoping she would think that he meant it, since she seemed averse to checking for herself.

#{ speedster of the galaxy }

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violetvenom · 2 years ago

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Yeah, Sparrow is really weird. Funny thing is he not only loves to call other people who disagrees with autistic, but he also calls other fans perverts and furries.

But wait...what is this? 🤔

Last time I checked most 'real' furries got a fursona and stuff. And I'm pretty sure this cameo counts. Silvani didn't draw dog-nosed characters but DUCK-INSERTS. So WHO is the furry now?

Also I love how this panel literally breaks down both of those guys personalities. Sparrow is all about attention and Silvani always gave me some "i'm just in it for the money" vibes. Heck, I still wonder how he is allowed to sell art of Disney characters.

And just because Sparrow can't stop claiming Silvani is a superior artist to those who are currently working on the new comics, let me nitpick here: WTF is that hand on Duck!Silvani????

Just look closely at his drawings and you'll find a lot of anatomy mistakes and other weird stuff. It's funny but also sad for a "professional artist".

Oh, and just to underline which kind of person calls us perverts:

Nice classical malegaze tits+ass pose and hypersexalization. 👍

To be a little bit fair; Rule 34 exists for a reason and even DWD is no exception. You don't have to look at or like it. But acting like you are a saint and judging others because they might like it is such a stupid move when you don't even have to dig for the corpses Sparrow got in his basement.

And since I'm no hypocrit: I admit that I drew one pervy picture of Quackervolt as a gift 2 years ago. If that makes me already a degenerated pervert..well, then be it. I can stand by it. And I still laugh about this stupid censor I did.

My point is; don't take to heart that this guy blocked you and that he says a lot of stupid stuff when he opens his mouth..or in that case he manages to log into Twitter and types stupid stuff.

It's sad that some people fell for his "charme" and don't realize how hypocritical everything is he says. but maybe they will notice one day and for my part I will still welcome them in our circle of DWD nerds.

The funniest thing, really, is that I technically could just appeal to Twitter to get me unbanned from Sparrow's page, because I haven't even done anything to warrant the ban other than the screens I showed y'all, and that's not even that bad. I haven't harassed him, I haven't threatened him, all I said was essentially "I wasn't a fan of how QuackerJack was written here."

I could bring that debate to Twitter and probably get unbanned if I actually cared to, lol.

He really didn't win anything. That's the same as yanking the cord out of the game console because someone was doing better than you at Mario Party.

That's honestly kinda sad, ngl.

Anyway, guys, don't bother him, he's not worth the time

#dami replies #long post #darkwing duck

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gavin-plz-call-me · 3 years ago

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The Brothers + Dateables & Luke react to MC owning a cat named lucifer

A/N- To attempt to avoid confusion, the demon Lucifer’s name will always be capitalized, while the cat lucifer’s name will never be capitalized.

“Now,” Diavolo said, obviously nearing the end of his speech, “Do you have any more questions, MC?”

You nod, “Is my cat up there all by himself?” you ask, “I don’t want him to get lonely, and without me he wont have anyone to feed him.”

The men, no, the demons in front of you stared, all obviously dumbstruck. You had been ripped out of your home, brought to a strange place, and told you were to live here for a year, and your first thought was of your cat? What a strange human you were.

“We can arrange someone to take care of your cat,” Diavolo said, smiling wide, but your face fell at his words. Diavolo seemed to sense your discontent as he spoke again, “Or we can arrange for your cat to be brought here?”

“Yes, please,” you spoke almost immediately.

Diavolo called for a demon named Barbatos, telling him to go to the human world to retrieve your cat. He disappeared then reappeared in a matter of seconds, your cat laying comfortably in his arms.

“Oh, lucifer,” You cooed, taking your cat away from Barbatos, kissing the cat’s forehead.

The hall went silent once again, before someone, the demon they introduced as Asmodeus, spoke up, “Honey, that’s Barbatos.” He said, a slight chuckle laced within the words.

Confused, you glance back up at the hall of demons, you point to your cat, “No? His name is lucifer.”

Lucifer

Can't decide if he's confused or insulted.

He's confused because, who the hell would someone name a cat of all things after a demon

and he's insulted because WHO THE HELL WOULD NAME A CAT AFTER HIM?

He's one of the strongest Demons in the Devildom, much stronger than a mere housecat, the insinuation that he, Lucifer, avatar of pride, shares anything in common with a cat has him fuming.

Of course, he shows none of these emotions outwardly, keeping his face stoic as always.

And any one of his brothers who dare joke about this cat's name will be hanged from the ceiling in a matter of seconds.

Is fairly annoyed with their shared name in day-to-day life, and not just because it's insulting.

But, many times a day, Lucifer'll hear his name called through the halls and, when he goes to investigate, one of his brothers is cooing over the damned pun intended cat.

Will eventually get used to lucifer and will definitely be seen cuddling with him.

Is like the dad who insists he doesn't want a cat, but as soon as he gets one they're inseparable.

At the end of the day, he loves that damn cat.

Mammon

Laughs out loud at the revelation that the cat's name is lucifer.

Until he realizes now he has to look after the human and the cat.

Will complain about it in typical Mammon fashion, but he warms up to lucifer about as quickly as he warms up to you.

Buys him a bunch of cat toys when he has the grimm, and loves to play with him

especially with a laser pointer.

Also loves to cuddle, but always acts very tsundere about it.

"What is it lucifer? Oh, of course, you want to cuddle with the Great Mammon."

Will either steal lucifer from your room at night, or sleep in your room to cuddle with him and totally not you, of course, but you should be honored he's even sleeping in your room.

Leviathan

Thinks it's hilarious as well.

Though he prefers anime, Levi is well versed in other human media, especially classic Disney films, so, because of Cinderella, he's well aware that lucifer is a popular cat name in the human realm.

That doesn't make it any less funny, though.

WILL NOT allow lucifer into his room.

He has too many expensive figurines to risk it

Plus, he doesn't want to risk Henry 2.0 getting hurt.

Will only play with, pet, or cuddle with lucifer if he initiates it.

"He probably doesn't want to be pet by a gross otaku like me," as if cats know what otakus are.

Will, at some point, sew lucifer a costume that looks suspiciously like what his older brother tends to wear.

He may or may not have been hanged for that one, but it was totally worth it.

Satan

Like Lucifer, Satan is conflicted.

On one hand, cat! He loves cats, he wants to pet this cat all day, and give him kisses and cuddles and love.

On the other hand, Satan would rather his soul be ripped apart than give love to something named after Lucifer.

Will try his hardest to completely ignore the cat's existence.

Has to leave the room if lucifer comes in because he can't trust himself to not pet him.

Is like this with lucifer until he sees him respond to the name luci as well.

After that, you cannot separate Satan from lucifer even if you tried.

Spoils him rotten.

The two are often found reading together in the library, Satan leisurely petting lucifer.

Fights with Mammon at least once a day for lucifer and always wins.

Goes on long rants about how cat lucifer is much better in every way than demon Lucifer.

Asmodeus

Another one who thinks it's hilarious.

Definitely thinks lucifer is cute but hates all the shedding, so he usually keeps his distance.

Like Levi, Asmo doesn't allow lucifer in his room.

Will constantly complain about fur getting all over his clothes.

Has had to buy more lint rollers in the first year you spent in the Devildom than he had bought in the last century.

Constantly posts pictures of lucifer on his Devilgram because, despite being a furry monster, he is just the cutest little kitten around.

Beelzebub

Thinks the name is a bit weird but accepts it pretty quickly.

It's just a name, after all, lots of people who are very different share names.

lucifer's food has to be hidden from Beel because he can, and will, eat it.

"It just smelled so good, and I was so hungry."

Apologizes by buying him some luxury cat treats that took all of Bee's willpower not to eat on the way home.

At first, he won't interact with lucifer unless lucifer approaches him.

Beel is so big, and lucifer is so small, he doesn't want to crush the little cat.

But with enough time and reinforcement, Beel will pick lucifer up himself for some much-needed cuddles.

Before Belphie comes down from the attic, Beel'll bring lucifer up to their room at night when he's feeling a bit more lonely than usual.

Beel will invite you up to his room as well.

Belphegor

Finds out about lucifer after everyone else, due to the whole, being locked in the attic, thing.

Hears Asmo trying to coax lucifer into a good pose from down the hall.

"Oh lucifer, cutie pie, you gotta look at the camera."

Is surprised that Asmo is still alive talking to Lucifer like that.

Is even more surprised when he turns the corner to find Asmo talking to a cat, not his eldest brother.

Thinks it's hilarious, but Lucifer is already over it so teasing him about it doesn't do much.

Won't actively seek out lucifer's attention, but will gladly nap with him.

Beel continues his habit of bringing lucifer up to their room for cuddles when Belphie returns, so the three of them usually end up in a big cuddle pile.

Bonus points if he brings you up too.

Diavolo

Thinks it's very amusing.

Laughs about it, probably for a bit too long.

He can't help it, especially because he knows Lucifer is most definitely a bit upset about it.

Will tease Lucifer once or twice about it, but will ultimately leave it alone.

When he visits the House of Lamentation, he'll give lucifer a nice pat, hello, but won't go very far beyond that.

Barbatos

Read lucifer's name tag while he was collecting him from the human realm.

Wasn't surprised in the slightest because nothing ever surprises him

Is definitely excited to see everyone's reactions to his name, and is not disappointed.

If given the chance, he will spend hours brushing lucifer's fur and pampering him

but doesn't get the chance to do so often, if ever.

Solomon

Has had a cat named lucifer in the past.

I mean, he's lived hundreds of years, it's not out of the realm of possibilities.

Named his own cat lucifer because he thought it was funny, and the humor hasn't faded since.

So he's very amused by this new lucifer in his life.

Will unabashedly cuddle and play with lucifer whenever he's given the chance.

I mean, this lucifer reminds him of his own cat, so he becomes pretty attached pretty quickly.

Whenever he visits the House of Lamentation, he'll hold lucifer until the very last minute he possibly can, and will be pretty sad when he has to leave.

Will joke about stealing lucifer, may actually try to steal him.

Simeon

Like Levi, Simeon is pretty well versed in human media, so the concept of cats named lucifer isn't new to him.

Still finds it a bit funny nonetheless.

Tells Michael right away.

Likes cats well enough, and, when he's in the House of Lamentation, will seek out a few pets from the kitten

but he doesn't venture to the House of Lamentation too often, so he never grows too close to lucifer.

Luke

WHY? WOULD YOU NAME A CAT? AFTER A DEMON?

There are so many better names for a cat!

Like whiskers, or oreo, or simba.

Is genuinely confused, and maybe even a bit concerned.

He's afraid you were consorting with demons before coming to the Devildom and that's why you named him lucifer.

After his brief stay in the House of Lamentation, Luke is absolutely in love with lucifer.

Plays with him constantly.

Wants to pick him up, but doesn't know how to.

Luke will end up getting scratched eventually, but Luke forgives him.

Bakes lucifer special cat treats and hopes you'll let him feed lucifer one.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levithan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me mc #gender nuetral reader #obey me headcanons #obey me gender neutral mc

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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He’s A Keeper

Summary: Working as an artist hired by Durrell Zoo, you spend your days sketching the day to day life of the animals and the keepers. One keeper in particular catches your eye.

Pairing: AU Zookeeper Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned)

Fandom: Henry Cavill

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Friends to Lovers, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Safe Sex/Use of Condoms, Realistic Sex/Relationship discussion, Vaginal Sex.

Typo’s are allowed to run wild and free, only the finest organic free range fuck ups for me.

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He’s A Keeper

Working the pencils over the sketchpad you quietly captured the beauty of the animals the zookeepers had nursed back to full health, the Ruffed Lemur currently hanging off the keepers arm as he spoke through the headset to the group of excited school children watching through the glass.

You’d been hired by the zoo to capture day to day life at the zoo throughout the summer season, drawing the animals and the humans, however there was one particular human you had found yourself drawn to numerous times, and that was the rather tasty zookeeper by the name of Henry. He also had one of the sexiest voices you’d ever had the pleasure to listen to, so as he explained about the Lemur’s your mind wandered, as did your gaze;

“... originally from Madagascar, and have been part of Durrell zoo since 1982 where they have been essential to the breeding program…”

Your mind fell even further into the gutter at the word ‘breeding’, your eyes raking down Henry’s body, taking in how the branded t-shirt clung to his chest before tapering down to a narrow waist where it was neatly tucked into cargo pants that did little to hide how thick his thighs were and a pert arse you could bounce a satsuma off of. Biting the end of the pencil you had all but given up drawing, only realising that the talk was over when the group of school children were being herded onto the next exhibit by their tour guide and teachers.

When the kids had disappeared you finally got back to drawing, watching as Henry finished up feeding the Lemur’s before he met your gaze and smiled at you. Tapping your pencil on the glass he frowned and shook his head, before smiling and pointing to the sign in the corner of the window that said ‘do not tap the glass’, getting closer you tried to mouth your words to him, but was surprised when his eyes went wide in almost shock, before looking down and realising you had pressed your chest to the glass, your low cut cami top helping to accentuate your cleavage. When you looked up again he was gone and you let out a sigh of disappointment, before he appeared through a door to the side of the viewing area;

“Hi” he had a smile that could charm the panties off a nun; “Did you want me?��

“God yes…” Oh fuck, did you say that out loud?; “Sorry, i mean, you’ve dropped the foam bit off your headset...”

He glanced into the enclosure just at the moment one of the larger Lemur’s picked up the small round piece of foam and staring straight at Henry, proceeded to rip it into tiny pieces.

“Furry little fucker…” he cursed under his breath before turning back to you, but before he could say anything a group of other keepers came walking in and soon you were hanging onto the periphery of their conversation where they were discussing going for drinks after work. Moving to pack your stuff up as you presumed they weren’t including you, but a call of your nickname drew your attention;

“Hey Da Vinci, you up for a few beers after work?”

You hesitated to answer, glancing at Henry who had a smile across his face and a hopeful look in his eye;

“We’re all going…”

“Ok, yeah sure, that’d be great” you agreed.

An hour later you were sitting on the wall outside the main entrance waiting for the rest of the keepers to finish their shifts, smiling as you saw them coming out of the doors, and the ensuing 10 minutes that followed as people sorted out who was driving and how many people could fit into just a couple of small cars. As spaces were allocated Henry laughed and shook his head;

“I am NOT riding five up in a Renault Clio, i’m too tall, i’ll have to fold myself in half! Where are we going anyway, i can take my bike and just walk home after”

Waiting as everyone discussed location and finished off seat allocation, they’d finally decided when Henry turned to you;

“Hey, i think the last seats are in the stoner wagon…”

“Oh…” you didn’t have anything against anyone smoking pot, but didn’t fancy being in a car you could barely see out of the windows of.

“But you can ride with me on my bike?”

Looking to where Henry was pointing, you saw a fairly large trails bike, the kind that could go 50mph over rough land and through forests;

“I… I don’t have a helmet…”

“Wait here, let me run into the locker room and grab the spare i keep here”

Everyone else pulled away as Henry ran into the zoo, and you glanced at the bike. You’d never been on a motorbike before, so this would be a first. Stowing everything loose in your backpack, you hooked it over both shoulders just as Henry reemerged from the building, swinging his keys from one finger as he came to stand in front of you;

“Hey, thanks for waiting”

“No worries! So, where are we going again?”

“The pub in Rozel does good food and pulls a great pint” he nodded to his left and you saw a row of motorbikes; “You ever ridden?”

Shaking your head you laughed; “No, never”

He carefully helped you put the helmet on, his nimble fingers helping to secure the strap beneath your chin before putting his own on and climbing onto the bike, pushing it off the kick stand and nodding for you to climb on. You tried to sit back, but he wrapped his arm behind his back and pulled you flush to his body;

“Gotta hold on tight, otherwise you’ll throw the balance off. Lean when i lean and just squeeze a bit harder if you’re scared, the ride won’t take long” he shouted over the thrum of the noisy engine idling.

The ride down to the small village of Rozel had been exhilarating, from the vibration of the motorbike between your legs to the way you were able to wrap your arms around Henry’s waist and cling to him as he hurtled around the country roads at what seemed like warp speed, when in fact it was little more than 30mph. By the time you arrived in the small fishing cove your heart was racing and you actually let out a reluctant moan at the thought of removing your arms from around Henry’s waist.

“C’mon” he grinned as he helped you off the bike; “I’ll buy you a vodka and coke to calm your nerves”

“It wasn’t nerves” you muttered to yourself, smirking as you know he heard you.

The group had managed to find a cluster of small tables chairs and benches in the corner of the pub beer garden, and as the sun had set behind the hills to the rear of the pub, the cold Atlantic sea had glowed in pale blues and pinks. You were squashed into a bench with Henry on one side and another enormous hulk of a keeper on the other, and as the temperature had dropped you’d found yourself thankful that Henry had casually rested his arm behind you so you could leech some of his warmth, but it didn’t stop a violent shiver involuntarily running up your spine.

“Cold?” Henry asked quietly, before gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close; “Any better?”

You nodded and let out a very quiet whine as you smiled at him, completely surrounded by his scent and warmth. It made your stomach do a flip and you clenched your thighs together, something that didn’t get past Henry as your leg twitched against his thigh. Before either of you could say anything an enormous bowl of cheesy fries was set down between you, your stomach growling at the aroma’s that wafted around you as it turned out someone had ordered sharing bowls for the whole table.

With the meal mostly devoured as you’d sat side by side on a small wooden bench in the pub garden, laughing as you fed each other and strings of cheese hung from your fingers. As the giggles of a joke faded away you glanced at Henry’s almost finished pint;

“Hey, you aren’t planning on riding that bike home are you?”

“Nah, i’d never drive after a pint, let alone three… my place is just behind The Navigator restaurant…” he paused; “Oh god, where are you staying, do i need to call you a taxi?”

“No no, i’m renting a studio up the hill, on the hairpin bend”

“Oh…”

It wasn’t a bad ‘oh’ and there was definitely something loaded in the subtext, so when people had started to leave and arrange ride’s back to St Helier and St Johns it felt natural for Henry to stand with his arm around your shoulders as you both waved everyone off.

“Can i walk you home?” he asked, his voice low and full of promise, and you nodded as he slid his hand into yours, leading you along the low coast road that skirted the harbour.

You hadn’t gotten far before the evening turned even better, a brief suggestion of a walk along the beach as the tide was out soon had your feet in soft sand as you were pressed to the weathered stone of the sea wall, Henry’s lips on your neck as your fingers dug into his back, his teeth nipping and biting at whatever exposed flesh he could find. You hadn’t even realised he was going lower until he was on his knees in front of you, those sea blue irises staring up at you as he pressed kisses to your legs where your shorts ended. His fingers softly rested on the button and he finally spoke, his voice low and thick with lust;

“May i?”

Nodding fervently you bit your lip as you watched him slowly unbutton you, pulling the garment down your legs until you were able to step out. Never breaking eye contact he lifted your leg and gently rested it on his shoulder, pressing open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh until his face was pressed against your panties and his wide tongue worked against the soaked cotton and lace. His finger crooked beneath them and tugged the scrap of fabric to the side, seeking out your clit before tracing down to your cunt and tenderly teasing the entrance.

“Henry… please…” you whined, desperate for more

“Don’t you worry, i’m gonna make you see stars…”

Pushing his head forwards his lips caught your clit as he slowly slid two fingers into your soaked channel. You let out a long groan at the feel of his lips and fingers finding the right spot immediately, his other hand cupping the back of your thigh before he ran it around your hip and caught your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he quickly drove you closer and closer to the edge with that added touch of intimacy. Suddenly he hummed against your clit and the world exploded, making you cum so hard you truly did see stars as a white heat bloomed in your belly and you rode Henry’s fingers until you were spent.

As you rested against the wall behind you he carefully withdrew his fingers, licking them clean as he tugged your shorts up your legs. You couldn’t help but to notice the obscene bulge in the front of his cargo pants, your hand rubbing over the smooth curve of it;

“You keep doing that and i’ll cum in my boxers… “ he panted out, his lips inches from yours; “What’s your room like?”

“Its a little summer cabin studio right at the end of the garden, away from the other holiday rentals and the main house… what about you…”

“Shared flat with two other guys from the zoo. They’re probably drinking in the lounge right now… so, your place?”

Unlocking the door you stepped inside and turned on a small lamp, standing aside so Henry could come into your small summer living space.

“Mmm nice” he nodded and looked around; “Wanna give me the tour?”

You snorted out a laugh at the formality, and held your arm out;

“Well this is the kitchen area, right next door we have the smallest shower room in Jersey, and here’s the bed” you didn’t need to take a single step for the ‘tour’, the room seeming even smaller as Henry took a single stride and wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you flush with his chest. Never breaking eye contact he gently trailed a single finger over your cheek, his thumb brushing your plump bottom lip;

“Are you going to be good for me?”

Your legs almost buckled at the deep baritone of his voice, igniting something within you that you hadn’t even known existed, eagerly nodding;

“Yes Sir”

Lowering his lips to yours he kissed you, his tongue pushing past your lips as he took control, walking the pair of you back until your legs hit the bed and you fell back onto the soft unmade covers. Covering your body with his, he quickly stripped you of your clothing, his mouth trailing behind his hands so every inch of you was gifted with a kiss.

Standing between your legs he pulled his t-shirt over his head and you couldn’t help but to moan at the sight of his body; toned and just the right amount of hair on his chest and a treasure trail on his abdomen that surely led to untold riches. Quickly sitting up your hands joined his on his button to his cargo pants;

“May i?”

Henry released his hands and nodded, watching as you carefully plucked the button before lowering the zipper painfully slowly, his boxers tented obscenely and you couldn’t help but to cup him in your palm, the searing heat of his engorged cock a welcome feel in your hands, the wide mushroom head clearly visible through the stretched fabric. Unceremoniously tugging the rest of his clothing down, you felt yourself getting wetter as his beautiful cock was finally revealed; big, thick and uncut, you had to taste him and quickly ducked your head forwards, swallowing his head between your lips as his hands flew to your hair to steady himself.

Now it was your turn to drive him crazy with your mouth, taking him as deep as you could even though it was barely half of his length, you wrapped both hands around what was left, the thick root of his shaft filling both palms. A few more pumps and he pulled his hips back with a gasp, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his bulbous tip;

“If you keep doing that i’m gonna cum far too soon…” he said, his voice shaking; “Lay back and let me treat you right…”

Scooting up the bed you settled against the pillows as you watched Henry shed himself of the rest of his clothing, his boots and socks hooked off, cargo pants and underwear all left in a messy pile at the side of the bed, before he crawled up the mattress like a Panther stalking its prey.

Capturing your lips for another searing kiss, you felt his hot shaft against your belly, burning against your skin and you so desperately wanted to feel him inside you. Pulling away just slightly you were already breathless;

“Just a second…” reaching for the small drawer at side of the bed you pulled out an unopened box of condoms, Henry sitting back on his knees as you ripped the box’s cellophane open with your teeth and pulled out a small foil packet, tearing it open before smoothing the latex over Henry’s shaft. Looking up to his face he wore a rather sheepish smile;

“Sorry, shoulda’ thought of that”

“S’ok, a girl’s gotta keep sharp these days…”

“Right…” he met your gaze; “But you know, if you had gotten pregnant, i would have stood by you”

“Umm thanks? But its for STD’s. I’m on the pill”

“Oh… good thinking…”

A tense pause hung over the pair of you, before you reached up and rested your hand on his chest;

“Shall we continue?”

At your words the tension in the room suddenly dissipated, Henry kissing you as he slid a hand between your bodies so he could position himself at your entrance, groaning as he pushed in slowly breaching your body. Your tight channel hugged him tight, unfamiliar with such a size splitting your walls so he paused, pressing light kisses to your face as your body grew accustomed with his size and the heavy weight of his dick in your pillowy soft embrace. Finally you moaned out his name;

“Henry… please…”

“What do you need?”

“Move… please move. Fuck me, please”

Pushing up on his forearms he started to fluidly move his hips, slow and steady, each thrust was gentle but firm, your body yielding to him as he started to increase the pace, the sound of hot bodies meeting filling the small wooden cabin as the gentle sounds of the sea not far away filled the rest of the night. Soft moans spilled from your lips at the feel of his body playing yours like a delicate instrument, waiting for the chorus and the inevitable crescendo. But he was going to play the entire symphony first, knowing how to get you to sing the high notes as the thrum of your bodies were in tune with each other completely.

With the stretch of his girth and the way the curve of it meant he was able to find your g-spot with every thrust you were fast approaching your orgasm, your body trembling as your lips found a life of their own;

“Henry… please, so good… keep doing that… oh god, i’m gonna cum…”

“That’s it, my good girl, cum on my cock, let me feel you squeezing me so tight… feel so amazing right now… that’s it, you can do it…”

With a cry you came, your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled him deep whilst your body shook with a fierce orgasm, triggering his own as he pumped a heavy load into the condom.

Finally spent, Henry settled on top of you, his weight a heavy comfort as your sweaty bodies lay skin to skin, the gentle roughness of his chest hair against your naked breasts a tender reminder of his virility. When he started to soften he finally shifted, holding the condom at the base as he pulled out and staggered the few steps to your small bathroom;

“I’ll be back in a second, gotta sort this out…”

The door closed and you shifted on the bed, pulling the duvet back and sliding between the sheets, listening as you heard the tell tale sound of a man urinating and the high pitched, double barrelled squeak of a fart. The flush of the toilet and water running soon after meant you knew the second he would reappear, a flannel in his hand and he stopped dead, his cheeks suddenly bright crimson;

“You heard that didn’t you?”

“It's a small wooden cabin… yes i did”

“Sorry” he approached the bed and with a warm flannel he carefully cleaned between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your lips as he did. When finished he sat on the side of the bed; “Can i stay the night, or did you want me to go?”

“Have you got work tomorrow?”

“Nope. You?”

“Nope. Please, stay”

He quickly threw the flannel into the sink in the bathroom, before with a giggle climbed under the duvet and pulled you into his arms;

“So, how many more condom’s you got?”

The morning light broke softly through the trees that surrounded your cabin, your body sore but sated, knowing every bruise and ache came from soft lips, sharp teeth, or skilled fingers, apart from that one ache deep inside that you knew exactly what had caused that delicious soreness, and the owner and cause of all of it still softly slept in your bed. Climbing out you quickly used the bathroom, and as you came back into the room the artist in you couldn’t help but to admire how the dappled morning light cascaded over Henry’s body. Slipping his work t-shirt over your head you pulled your sketchbook from your backpack and settled onto the only chair in the room, quietly working carbon to paper.

Henry woke 45 minutes later, the gentle scratching of your art making him squint at the bright daylight, before laying back on the pillows with his arms spread;

“Still life class?”

Setting your sketchbook down you padded across the room and climbed onto the bed;

“Sorry, i couldn’t help myself… the way the sun was hitting the muscles of your back and shoulders, you were like an anatomy masterpiece”

With a laugh and moving much quicker than you thought he was possible of, he grabbed you by the waist and turned you, his body atop of yours;

“Well that’s enough of that, i would like to become better acquainted with your anatomy… and as we’ve both got the day off i suggest we make the most of it”

Laughing you fell into his embrace, sighing with happiness. Henry really was a keeper, as you were for sure not going to let him go.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction

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ziee · 3 years ago

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Yb x Reader Warnings: Non-Consensual sex/touching, implied kidnapping and murder.

You exhale, leg twitching. Cold metal pressed against your bruised skin. Your head hurt. Littered with yellow and purple spots, you made another one. Hitting your head against the stone wall, you heard the door creak open. Shifting on the soft plush, the only comfort close to home for you in the hell hole.

"I'm back darling." He says, his voice dripped with sweetness as he made his way over to your shivering form. He comes up from behind you, his chest against your back. Hands wrap around your waist, a head snuggles in between your neck. "You're cold." His hands move to your scarred arms, rubbing up and down the goosebumps.

You say nothing, voice hoarse. Too painful to say anything. "Let me warm you up.." He purrs into your ear. Hearing the familiar jingle of keys, your leg was soon unlocked from your chain. He picked you up, carrying you in his arms as he brings you to the room next door. The bathroom.

He sits you down on the side of the tub. You don't run. You cant. "Arms." You know the routine. You've been trained. Lifting your arms up, he removes your tattered shirt. Dirty and messy, he tosses the thin cloth in a nearby hamper. You wear no bra, he doesn't allow it. Says it's annoying.

Your nipples harden in the cold air. Next was your pants. Could you even call them that? They were so disgusting, so cold. Pants should be warm, comfortable, pleasing to the eye. You miss home.

He lifts your butt, sliding down the waistband before removing it fully. Your underwear followed soon after. He leans down in front of you, hugging your waist as he pushes his face into your stomach. "You're so beautiful." He mumbles, resting into you.

You sit still, begging yourself not to let a tear fall. Wait until the shower. You don't know how long he's been there, it's always like this. You lose track of time so easily without a clock. But finally, he gets up and helps you into the shower. You stand on one leg, your other half the length, wrapped in gauze and bandages.

Hand on the railing, you soon felt the heat of water against your chest. He washes your back, whispering sweet nothings that fall quiet into your skin. He touches you, touches himself. His voice is muffled into your skin, and you whimper. Salt water falls down your face, down the drain with white liquids.

He pulls you out, drying you off with a clean towel. Carrying you back into your room, he sets you on the bed before picking out your clothes. He clothes you so slowly, touching you ever-so softly, making you feel his touch. And you hate it. You hate him, so much. You can't do anything though. So you suffer through it.

One day.

You're chained once more before he leaves the room. Another cold night. He'll be back, of course. He always is. Every day waking up to him watching you. A shiver runs up your spine, so you huddle under the blankets and try to fall asleep.

Minutes pass, soon turning to hours. Days. Months. You've built up his trust. Talking, greeting him with a smile. A fake, murderous smile. He's out right now, god only knows. A metal leg clicks against the floor as you move. You're in the kitchen as you make dinner, the Tv in the background playing a cooking show. "Now sprinkle just a bit of salt!" A cheery voice sounds in the other room.

You sprinkle the white powder into the soup. A smile graces your face. Tonight, dinner will be delicious. You hear the front door turn, head whipping towards the sound. He's home. "Welcome back honey." You speak softly, running over to him as he bends down, already knowing what he's about to receive. Or, does he?

You kiss his cheek, making a loud 'mwah!' sound before pulling away. A fake smile settles onto your face as you point towards the pot of stew. "I made stew for tonight!" You saunter over towards the stove, making an effort to sway your hips. He's hypnotized, following you.

"Smells good.. Almost as good as you." He wraps his arms quickly around your waist, giving you no time to react. You pick up the wooden spoon on the counter and slap his hands.

"Food first. Go sit." You flick your hands towards the dining table and he releases you, laughing. You clench your teeth. Grabbing 2 bowls, you scoop the contents into the ceramic and place them on the table. You settle down as he picks up his spoon.

"I added potatoes too, just for some extra pazazz." You make jazz hands, distracting him from your untouched bowl. He smiles and scoops some into his spoon, and takes a bite. "How is it?" He swallows. You almost cry.

"It's delicious! You should make dinner more often darling." He continues eating, unsuspecting little shit. You stand up. He stops and looks at you. You say nothing as you walk towards the kitchen, to the wooden block housing the knives. You take the biggest one and move back towards him. "Now, we're going to be taking our knives to delicately slice our meat!" The Tv chimes in the background.

He'd seen everything you did, watching you intently. He gets up from his chair, hands in front of him. "Darling.. What are you doing?" He stumbles as he backs up. "Wha-"

"Shut up." You glare down at him. Anger flashes through your eyes. You've put up with so much. All your anger, hurt, pain, furry. You'll subdue them today. Tonight. Right now. You lunge at him with the knife. He steps aside fast, but it's only a matter of time the drug kicks in. It was a powerful one too.

"Darling! Please- let's talk about this!" He pleads, falling to the ground in his weak, growing weaker, state. You laugh, a big, hearty laugh. Until it turns into a strong sob.

"Talk!? You kidnapped me! You chopped off my LEG! You chained me to a wall, you raped me!" You screamed, tears streaming down your face. His expression was confused. It pissed you off even more.

He had the audacity to defend his actions, crying wolf. "I didn't- It was for you! It's all for you! I love you!"

"Shut up! Anything and everything you do is for you! You defend your actions, saying it's for 'me', your darling! Nothing is for me! It's all for you!" You bend down in front of him, knife high in your right hand, aiming to his face.

"P-please.. I'm your boyfriend." He clenched his hands together, eyes wide in panic.

"Not anymore." You grit your teeth, slamming your arm down.

#your boyfriend #your boyfriend x reader #yourboyfriend x reader #your boyfriend visual game

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lily-drake · 3 years ago

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Gifts

Any holiday or day where gifts were given was taken with utmost seriousness in the Wayne household. Or in other words, it was a competition to one up each other’s gifts. It all started when Jason came to the house and Dick had come back to visit for the holidays. Marinette hadn’t really understood what was happening when she happily opened Dick’s present, which was a new knitting kit with so many different materials. She ran over to him and hugged him tightly as Alfred took photos. Dick had glanced over at Jason and smirked at him, but Jay-Jay only rolled his eyes with his arms crossed. She still hadn’t opened his after all, and he was around her more now than Dick was, which meant he had a higher advantage of knowing her new interests and endeavors. So he watched as she pulled out a thick book of fashion design and her own embroidery set. Her eyes practically glowed as stared at the set. Jason hadn’t even seen her move because next thing he knew strong arms were wrapped around him. The 7-year-old had definitely been taught by Dick on how to hug people.

Bruce gazed lovingly at his children, but he knew about their competition, and he would not be outdone by his sons.

“Daddy, Daddy, look what Birdy and Jay-Jay gave me! They’re so nice! Feel the material Birdy got me, I can make so many things now!”

“That sounds amazing, Bluebell.”

Marinette smiled brightly as she showed Bruce the gifts that she got.

“Do you want to see what I got you?”

He asked amusedly. Marinette began to hop on her toes in excitement, because daddy’s always had the best gifts!

“Yes please!”

Bruce smiled and pointed out a small, thin, rectangular box under the tree. She leaped over to it and when she opened it her mouth dropped open and she squealed.

“You got me tickets to Sophie Theallet’s fashion show?!”

She was jumping with joy as she stared at the five tickets in her hand. Bruce looked over at and smirked at the boys. He won, again. They groaned and sulked in annoyance. Why did he always win?

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Marinette was 9 when she finally figured out what her family was doing, and she knew that she would be the one to give the absolute best gifts to her family! Her family deserved something super special, so she went to work. Her Birdy was part of the circus and they had a lot of equipment he often used. But what could she do that would be super special and make her win the competition? Then it hit her, she knew exactly what she would do! She would need to ask Alfred for help, but it would be worth it!

Next was Jay-Jay. She didn’t know much about his past as he always told her that she had to wait till she was older, but she knew about him now. Jay-Jay loved to read and would often read to her, he really liked hoodies and comfy things, and he liked to bake with Alfred and her. So maybe…….yea! She would do that, it shouldn’t be that hard to do.

Daddy always got her such nice gifts, how could she ever beat him? There had to be something she could do to outdo him. He was Batman, he worked with the Justice League, he loved all of them, and sometimes if he finished his work early would watch movies with them! But he was always so good and knew exactly what to get. She would try though, she had an idea and she hoped it would work.

Alfred, he deserved the best gift because of everything he did for them! She already knew the perfect gift for her grandpa Alffie!

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Christmas arrived and she stared out the window as the snowflakes fell onto the covered yard. Maybe they could go sledding today, that would be so much fun! She was so transfixed in the snow, and thinking of how pretty a dress would be with the same color and different designs, that she hadn’t noticed her brothers sneaking up on her. A squeal left her lips as she was lifted into the air and twirled around wrapped in the warm embrace of her Birdy. She giggled as he spun and squeaked as she was gently thrown into the air, only to land on the couch.

“Good morning Blueberry.”

Dick chirped happily. She giggled again and leaned into Jay-Jay’s hand as he ruffled her hair.

“Morning Pixie-pop. Sleep well?”

“Morning Birdy and Jay-Jay. I slept great, thank you. Did either of you?”

Jason shrugged with a small smirk,

“I slept fine, though I wouldn’t have minded sleeping a little longer. You missed Dick’s hallway caroling this morning.”

“I sounded amazing, thank you very much. And I was too excited to fully sleep. I’m going to win this year.”

Dick said pridefully.

“No way, I’m totally going to beat you.”

Jason deffied puffing out his chest slightly. Marinette giggled and called out,

“No, I’m going to beat all of you! I will be the champion gift giver this year.”

They looked at her and smirked.

“Only in your dreams Pix.”

“You’ll see,”

She replied, crossing her arms and lifting her nose in the air like she had seen some of the people at the galas do.

“Then you’ll have to agree with me!”

They all gave each other sceptical looks before laughing and continued to talk until daddy came down. When he finally did, the competition commenced. The first person to open presents was her, obviously, as she was the youngest. Dick had given her a really nice and fancy art kit, and she loved it! Jay-Jay had given her tickets and backstage passes to the theater for The Nutcracker, she had been wanting to see it for a while now. Alfred had told her that he would teach her how to make a super secret recipe, and she would be able to help him with dinner today too! Daddy, he was too clever, too cunning. He had given her a pet hamster, and it was beautiful! She couldn’t beat him now, her gift was nothing compared to-to this! She tries though, and maybe she could win second? Yea, she would be ok with second, if she got this adorable baby creature. She couldn’t even be mad or disappointed, because look at its cute little feet and adorable eyes!

Next was Jay-Jay. The others had given him some really nice things, but she felt that hers was the best! So when he opened it and his eyes shined, she knew she made the right thing! It had taken her hours to find it, and she had to ask Dad if she could get it since she wasn’t allowed to use the card without permission. It was one of the first books of Pride and Prejudice ever published, she even got him a fancy ink and quill set so he could better embrace his Harry Potter nerdom.

“This is amazing, thank you Pixie, I guess I do owe you an apology, this is amazing.”

She smiled up at him while gently petting the top of her new hamster's head as it laid on her lap.

“Told you!”

For Dick she had knitted him a collection of stuffed animals that he talked about from the circus. Alfred had helped her find the material and helped her when she made a mistake or needed help on a particularly tricky part. She thought she saw Dick’s eyes water for a second. The next thing she knew she was being tightly hugged, but he left enough room to not squish her furry child.

“Thank you Blueberry, it’s amazing.”

“Of course it is, I made them!”

He chuckled as he pulled away and ruffled her already messed up hair.

She had made Daddy a picture book and had decorated it with black and yellow glitter, bats, and different birds. Throughout the book were all of the pictures that she was able to get her hands on dated and labeled in order from oldest photo to most recent. He had a soft smile as he looked through the book and when he finally looked back up to his slightly nervous daughter he pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

“I think you won this year.”

“Nuh ah! You gave me a hamster! There’s no way I could have won!”

“Well, I think all the others would agree that you thought of and made some very amazing gifts.”

She turned to look at the others as they gave gentle nods and thumbs up. Her cheeks felt really warm and she smiled at them all.

“Thank you. Now Grandpa Alffie needs to open his presents!”

Alfred smiled at the small child and opened the gifts he had received from the others. Marinette had made and embroidered a new handkerchief for him. He seemed to like it as he immediately placed it in his pocket. She was the victor of this year's Christmas gift exchange, but she still felt that Daddy beat her.

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As years passed and her family grew so did the competition. Sadly, it would be harder to her her family their most desired gifts as she had decided to study abroad in Paris that year, but she would be da*ed if she didn’t try her hardest. She had gotten better with her skills for making things over the years, and so much had happened. Jason had died and come back, that was the hardest time of her life. They had new people adopted into the family, and she even had a little brother! She was going to meet him this year when she went to visit for the winter break. She would have the glasses with her at all times in case there was an attack so she could quickly come back here and take care of it.

When she arrived at the Gotham Airport and saw her large family standing and holding a sign as they looked for her she ran up to them as quickly as she could.

“Pixie!”

Jason called out, catching the small girl and twirling her around. She laughed and when she was put down created the rest of her family just as happily. When she finally came face to face with her little brother she held out her hand. Her family said he was more formal and was very against physical touch that he did not agree to or initiate. He eyed her hand suspiciously before shaking it and giving her a nod.

“Damian Al Ghul-Wayne.”

“Marinette Wayne. It’s nice to finally meet you Damian.”

They both let go after a firm shake. She already had a gift for him, and Kagami helped her find the perfect one. It was a nice blade, the blade was completely black, but had a red tint to it and red gains that delicately ran through it. The hilt was of fine golden metal and a strong leather grip. She had made the sheath for the blade. With strong leather and an inner layer of Kevlar so the sword would be protected. She had carved in Arabic symbols to spell out “Son of Bat” and had sewn a few almost unnoticeable small robins along the bottom and top of the inky black material.

For Tim, she had gotten him the best coffee beans in all of Paris and she had made him new lounge clothes that identified with his hero persona of Red Robin that had many hidden pockets and two large to-go coffee cups, one on each sleeve.

For Jason she had made him a new leather Jacket with book quotes embroidered all over the inside of the inner material. There were lots of different pockets, and a few tailor made to fit his guns. She had put a few Jagged Stone concert tickets in one of the pockets too.

For Stephanie, she had made purple silk pajamas that had waffles all over it. She had even made sure that there was a hood connected to the pj shirt.

For Cass, just like Jason had done for her, gotten tickets for The Nutcracker. She had also gotten her ballerina shoes, the best one and most highly recommended ones from the Paris Ballet.

For Dick she had made him an elephant onesie. Why you may ask, well because for her birthday he had given her a mouse one. So was it spite for being called short, or was it her trying to match, nobody needs to know.

She had made Alfred a new apron with the words “Don’t try anything, I already know.” Neatly sewed in cursive into it.

She had gotten Babs a new eskrima stick infused with a bit of her luck in it so no one would underestimate her in battle as she would always have luck on her side giving her the upper hand. She may be disabled, but that doesn’t stop her from kicking butt.

Finally, her gift for her dad. This one was hard, because she wasn’t around to know what had caught his eye this year, and her siblings refused to tell her. It was fine though, because she would figure it out. And she did, or at least she had tried. She ended up making him a bee suit jacket with everybody’s names sewed into the inner lining, multiple pockets for convenience, and black bats that would only be shown in the right lighting. She would win this year, she would! Sadly, Dick had won last year, but she would regain her crown again this year! She would be the best gift giver of her whole family!!!

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion. Not requested.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Hongjoong!"

You were practically swinging your feet in the air, whining and pouting like a child out of boredom and annoyance at being cooped up in the studio with your boyfriend.

"5 more minutes." He repeated.

"You've said that for the last 45 minutes." You groaned, tired of waiting for him to finish up.

"I promise I'm serious this time." He assured you.

5 minutes quickly turned to 10, nearly becoming 15. You let out a huff every now and then, eyes staring daggers into the back of your boyfriend's head. Seriously, why could he not take a little break? You wanted to spend time with him yet even on what's supposed to be his day off, he still chooses to work when you could both be doing.....other things.

Getting an idea, your hands quickly worked to rid yourself of your pants and underwear, Hongjoong, still focused on his task didn't even budge at the sound behind him. But when he began to hear some rather familiar moaning, he swung his chair around and was shocked to see you legs spread on the couch, your fingers rubbing against your clit as you stared at him through hooded eyelids. Hongjoong instantly got hard. Licking his lips, he got up and took his place next to you on the couch. Fumbling with his zipper, he pulled his pants down enough to stroke his hardened member.

"Let's play a game since you're so bored. If you can get yourself off before I cum, I'll eat you out right here. But if I cum first, you have to suck me off."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

You were even more tired and angry than when you woke up. Why did your boyfriend have to be so difficult and special about cleaning? You literally spent over an hour lint rolling the shelves over and over again because you had 'missed a spot.'

"Make sure to get the corners, that's where the dust mostly accumulates." He called out from the kitchen.

Not being able to take it anymore, you threw the roller and the rag you were holding down onto the floor. You were tired of being ignored by your boyfriend except when he came over to inspect your cleaning. So you decided it was time to get back at him while simultaneously showing him getting dirty isn't such a bad thing.

Picking up the bucket of murky water, you mentally patted yourself on the back for choosing not to wear a bra underneath your white tank top. Looking over at Seonghwa, who still had his back turned, you put your plan in action. Splashing some of the contents all over you, you let out a squeal that had Seonghwa running over immediately.

"What?" He asked as he came in.

Putting on the biggest pout you could muster, you turned around to let him see the mess you made: white tank top soaked, your breasts completely visible through it, nipples poking out. Seonghwa's mouth dropped as he stared at them, unable to peel his eyes off.

"I'm dirty." You let out a huff.

Discarding the rag he was holding, Seonghwa pulled you against him as he began to peel your shirt off.

"Why don't we get you cleaned up then?"

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Once again you tried to pull your boyfriend out of bed.

"Yunho, baby. Come on. You have to get up."

You tried to tug his arm, pulling it but he didn't budge at all. Dropping his arm, you looked at him with an 'are you kidding me' expression.

"You said you were going to get up early to spend time together." You reminded him.

Letting out a tired groan, turned onto his stomach and hugged the pillow underneath him.

"I will....just give me a few more minutes..."

Shaking your head, you smacked his back before getting up yourself. You decided to let him have it his way. You had a lot of things to do today, starting with taking a shower. You made sure to slam the drawers rather loudly in an attempt to annoy your boyfriend, which he did not really appreciate, but still didn't say anything.

You were barely 2 minutes into your shower when you remembered you forgot your shampoo in your vanity dresser. Not even caring to turn off the water since you would be in and out in less than 10 seconds, you sprinted out the bathroom, door accidentally letting out a loud noise that startled your boyfriend. He quickly shot up and his gaze fell on you and your dripping naked body.

"Sorry Yunho, I forgot this." You apologized profusely.

Yunho blinked slowly, eyes scanning your entire body as he began to move off the bed.

"Damn...I'm definitely up now." He chuckled at the double meaning behind his statement.

Although you didn't plan it, you couldn't complain when he pulled his shirt over his head and began walking you back into the bathroom.

"Let's hurry before the water gets cold." He said with a smirk on his face as he closed the door behind him.

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"I swear to god, you probably love chicken more than me."

Besides the fact your cold boyfriend was being a selfish asshole by not sharing his meal, he had been blatantly ignoring you when you both knew damn well he was more than capable of maintaining a conversation while also eating his dinner. You let out a scoff when he still didn't acknowledge you and just kept munching on the stupid drumstick. Picking up one of his fries, you flung it at his head.

"I am talking to you!" You exclaimed.

"Busy." He pointed down at his food, mouth full of chicken, you don't even get how you even understood that one word.

"Well you definitely answered my question. You do love chicken more than me. I bet if you had to choose between me or a chicken leg, you wouldn't hesitate to grabbed the chicken leg and ditch me."

You were seriously about to smack him when he just stared you down as he reached for another chicken leg.

"Are you serious-"

Getting up in frustration, you were going to go the bedroom and make him sleep on the couch, but suddenly an idea popped in your head. Turning back around, you stood right in front of him from across the table, hands on your hips. He gave you a questioning look when he finally looked over at you and then proceeded to choke slightly when you lifted your shirt up and flashed your boobs at him. The poor boy was nearly wheezing at the sight. Feeling satisfied, you put your shirt down and chuckled at him.

Quickly putting the leg down, Yeosang began wiping his hands on a napkin as he walked over to you.

"I'm suddenly hungry for something else."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"Who's the prettiest girl? You are..yes you are." San cooed at the siamese he was currently smothering in his embrace.

Meanwhile you were on the other side of the couch, no longer paying attention to the movie playing. Well technically neither was your boyfriend, but you weren't watching cause you were too busy witnessing some furry feline steal his attention away from you to the point of abandoning your cuddling session in favor for her.

"San, she doesn't even want to be held." You pointed out how her claws were sticking out, her head looking in all directions trying to search for a way out of his embrace.

"Nonsense! My babygirl loves me." He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head.

"I thought I was your babygirl." You whimpered slightly.

San didn't respond which made you even more jealous of the stupid yet totally innocent cat who just wanted to be free from her owner's caresses. Tapping a finger against your cheek, a sinful idea popped in your head. Taking advantage of the fact a blanket was covering your lower half, you pulled your shorts and panties down without San noticing anything. Pulling the blanket off you and lifting his hoodie that you were wearing slightly up, you spread your legs before calling out to him in a sing song voice.

When San looked over, his jaw dropped at the sight and he immediately put Byeol down on the floor.

"Go on now girl, run along." He patted her behind.

With a sly smirk, he began to position himself in between your thighs.

"Cause there's another pussy I want to play with."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

It was supposed to be a date night with your boyfriend. You two had already finished eating the delicious meal you cooked specially for him and were now supposed to watch a movie together, yet his eyes were glued to his phone. Glancing over, you frowned when you saw he was texting no one else but Yunho.

"Mingi?" You poked his cheek.

"Hmm?" He barely acknowledged you.

"You're not watching the movie." You said.

"Yeah I am." He responded, typing something into his phone.

Rolling your eyes, you then asked him what part was it on.

"The part where they found out the butler did it." He answered you.

You wanted to face palm. The idiot forgot it wasn't even a thriller since his baby ass couldn't handle them. Getting up, you told him you were going to the bathroom, which he probably didn't hear since his conversation with Yunho must obviously be more important than his date night with you. Turning on the light, you peeled off your pajama set to reveal the new lingerie set you bought specifically for tonight. Pulling out your phone, you quickly snapped a photo and sent it to him. Hearing a loud thud, you smirked as you knew he saw it and that noise was of him dropping his phone.

When you came back out, he was no longer on his phone, instead his attention was fully on you. Clearing his throat, he stared at the pastel pink set.

"You got that just for tonight?" He questioned you.

"Yep." You nodded.

Letting out a long sigh, he got up and went over to you, an arm slinging around your waist.

"I'm an ass aren't I?"

You giggled at him and pecked his lips.

"Just shut up and come on. I didn't spend so much money on this for it to go to waste."

Mingi was a giggling and blushing mess as he allowed you to lead him into the bedroom.

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

You covered your ears at your boyfriend's obnoxious and loud laugh, no doubt signaling another victory on the stupid game he was currently playing. He had the volume up so loud you could actually hear some of the sound effects emanating from it.

"Jung Wooyoung!!!!" You screamed at the top of your lungs and yet he still couldn't hear you.

Throwing your hands up in frustration, you gave up and went into your room. Taking out your phone, you began scrolling mindlessly through tiktok. Nothing besides cat videos were actually interesting at this point....

Until you saw the newest challenge that was trending all over. Perfect for girls who had oblivious gamer boyfriends like the one you had. Getting up, you decided to put the plan into action. Stripping out of your clothes, you grabbed a towel to wrap around yourself and grabbed a nearby plushie toy to throw at him since yelling wasn't going to work.

As expected, he did not notice you standing in front of him for a while after you came out. Aiming the plushie at him, you struck him right on the face. He immediately ripped his headset off.

"What the fuck are you-"

He froze when he saw you standing there, a mischievous look on your face. Swallowing hard, he widened his eyes when you let the towel drop on the floor, your naked body on full display for him. Not even bothering to see if he paused the game or not, he quickly got up and started walking towards you.

"Come here babygirl."

Knowing his teasing tone to well, you quickly sped down the hallway, giggling loudly as Wooyoung chased after you, catching up to you and holding you in his arms.

"Stop right there. You caused a problem, now you fix it."

Throwing you over his shoulder, he gave your ass a slap as he walked into the bedroom. Throwing you on the bed, he straddled your lap and began to free himself out of his sweatpants.

"Ok. Why not show me your skills with a joystick for once?"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You could not peel your eyes off your boyfriend's arms as they continued to lift up the weights he was holding. You were pretty sure you were drooling at this point. Every time his muscles flexed, you were tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth, your thighs clenching closer together.

"Jongho?" You shyly called out to him.

He didn't respond since he had his earbuds in, music full volume. Besides, when he was concentrated on something it was very difficult to get him to break focus. So you needed to think of something that would work.

Looking down and fumbling with the hem of your skirt, you finally had an idea. Moving cautiously so he wouldn't notice, you slipped a hand inside and began pulling your panties down your legs. Not like you needed them, they were practically drenched already.

Casually walking in front of Jongho, you pretended to be on your phone and 'accidentally' drop it. Bending down, you made sure your skirt rode up enough for him to notice you weren't wearing underwear. That is if he had even looked over at you. Glancing back, you caught your boyfriend's eyes, which were staring at you in disbelief.

"Guess it worked." You chuckled inwardly.

Putting the weights down, Jongho took off his earbuds and walked over to you. His fingers glided down to your skirt.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" He whispered, lips ghosting over your earlobe.

Sucking in a breath, you whined at him.

"I want you to pay attention to me."

Chuckling softly, he pressed your body to the wall, hands going to the back of your thighs and lifting you up effortlessly.

"Well then. Wanna help me out? Let's see how long I can lift you in and out of my cock."

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jawllines · 3 years ago

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miss jaws !!!! pretty pls could you soon give us that witchrry catch up you promised us ???? 💟☹️

OH YES! IM SORRY HERE YOU GO

“I do not like this form, human! Change me back at once!”

When Y/N said she wanted to try the spell that could give a familiar a human body for a little while, she really had not expected it to go over like this.

How she did imagine it was something cute and simple. She and Harry having nothing to do on a Saturday night bored out of their whits and looking for some mild entertainment. Y/N would remember that she’d seen this spell flipping through one of the books that her Nan sent her in the mail, she’d tell him they should try it, and Harry would agree, of course, because who didn’t want to see an animal as a human? It would be fun, they would get to see what Thumper and Oat would be like as something other than furry little mammals, and then they would change them back and that would be that.

However, when you’re a witch, things rarely go as planned or even think about being as easy. Maybe it was Y/N’s fault (it definitely was), but she had sort of jumped the gun on waiting for a Saturday night that she and Harry were both bored. Instead, on a Thursday night when Harry is supposed to come over after doing some business at one of the bars here, Y/N thought she should just go ahead and make the concoction now. That’s all it was -- some special herbs and mixes that the familiar would consume. She thought it would be easy to just make it, set up somewhere high that Thumper and Oat (who she watched while Harry was working) wouldn’t be able to reach it, and then surprise Harry with the fact that she had made it once he got back.

But of course, just as soon as she’s turned her back to get the lid for the bowl she’d made it in, she turns around to see Thumper with his face buried in the mix, “Hey!” She cried out, but it was already much too late; Thumper’s little nose twitched as it was covered in the pink substance, and there is a flash of light so blinding that Y/N has to close her eyes. When she opens them. . .well, she made the potion correctly. In the place of her grumpy little bunny there is a grumpy looking guy with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed. He had hair as white as Thumper’s fur, very dark colored eyes, and stark naked.

Y/N squealed, covering her eyes but before she could she saw him cover his ears, “Loud! Stop that!”

“I’m sorry,” she rushed to say, a little quieter, “Cover your -- cover your bits!”

“My what?” He sounded irritated, Y/N could only huff -- even if she hadn’t witnessed it happening, there would be no doubt in her mind that this attitude was coming from her bunny.

“The dangly thing between your legs,” she urges, “Cover it!”

There is a disgruntled sigh, “You are so rude! Why am I human? I want to be a bunny again!”

Y/N peeked her eyes open a little to make sure he had something over him, and she sees he’d settled with his hand, “Well if you would have just waited instead of sticking your nose in something that wasn’t yours, I could have explained what it was before you went and eat it! You’re such a naughty bunny.”

“I am not! You are a naughty witch. Who wants to be human anyway?” He plucked Oat up when had come around to sniff the bowl, “Don’t eat this Oat, it tastes like oranges, limes, and lemons all wrapped into one.”

Squinting, Y/N is about to scold him for being mean when the sound of a throat clearing drags their attention away from glaring at each other. He looks confused, his head tilted and his mouth had fallen open just slightly, “Who is the naked guy?” He inquired casually and said naked guy, turns his nose up at him.

“I am Thumper, can’t you see?” He sneered.

“Thumper, be nice!”

Harry hums low, “I could have sworn Thumper was about 60 centimeters tall and also a rabbit.”

“I made that -- the potion thingy, to give the familiar a human form, remember? And I was going to cover it and wait until you got home so that we could try it but someone immediately went over and started eating it!” Y/N looked back over to Thumper who is still scowling, and this is around the time he would usually stomp his foot then hop away to a different room. Seeing as he can’t hop, he stomps his foot and storms out of the room instead, still clutching Oat to his chest.

When they were out of the room, Y/N turned to face Harry with a deep pout on her mouth. He chuckled warmly, opening his arms for her, and she crosses the room to him quickly. She buries her face in his neck (he smelled like cold air and pine needles) and melts into the hug, “You’re silly, d’ya know that?” He rubbed up and down her back in large circles, “You know Thumper never minds his business when you make something that looks edible. And can I be honest? I really didn’t expect him to look. . .”

“Cute?” Y/N fills in for him, and Harry hums in agreement, “Yeah, I always imagined him as a grumpy old sod in his 70s, so you can say I’m also a little shocked.”

He laughs again, only this time he slipped away from her, looping his fingers around her wrist, “C’mon,” he murmured, “Let’s go see what they’re up to before he burns the flat down out of spite.”

. . .

As always, for some reason or another, Thumper takes better to Harry despite literally being Y/N’s familiar. He eventually calms down but only because Harry offered him the whole bag of carrot chips in the fridge, and asks him what he would like to watch on TV. When he choose animal planet, both Y/N and Harry hold back a snicker so they wouldn’t piss him off all over again. And despite not being happy about it, he does put on the boxers Harry gives him.

And like always, while Y/N and Harry are snuggled together on the couch watching the telly and waiting out for Thumper to relax enough to stop grumbling and grousing about how much this form stinks. He was always grumpy for a time but then relaxed after a while and usually crawled his way into Y/N or Harry’s lap to sleep. They figured he would alter it some since now he was about 160lbs at 6ft, but Thumper was not one to conform to anything with others in mind. If he wanted in a lap, he was getting in a lap, which is how Harry and Y/N both ended up with him stretched out across their thighs with his head resting on the couch pillow.

It was odd, but objectively, weirder things had happened.

He told them Oat didn’t want to be a human and kept her cuddled against him so he could “protect her from you rotten humans” and they both allowed it to happen, so she was snuggled up too. It was just a big cuddle pile, much how they usually are only with more human legs and arms than usual. Ultimately, he did calm down enough that they could pick his brain a little bit, and learn more about him than what was usually permitted between he and Y/N’s thought transference. Even then, at his calmest, it was like pulling teeth to get much of anything out of him.

“How long have you been around?”

“A very long time.”

“Well, yeah, but in years --”

“Many years.”

Y/N sighed, and Harry would squeeze her shoulder, chewing hard on his lip to stop himself from giggling, “Alright,” she continued, “Where were you born?”

“Earth.”

“Thumper,” Harry plucked Oat up from where she’d been sitting on his shoulder, “Oat wants to know too, she said! You wouldn’t keep her from knowing, would you?”

Thumper, whose eyes had been closed (they were completely black, which was a little startling to say the least, but nobody brings it up), blinks one of them open and peeks over at Oat who is looking at him with her head tilted. With a small huff, he readjusted himself, closing his eyes once more, “I have been around for 980 years,” he answered, and a small smile twitches at his mouth when they both gasp, “I was born in the Netherlands, and my first owner called me Finn. I hate this name, but she was not a witch and often fed me many good plants from her garden, so I suffered through it.”

Under the guise of Oat wanting to know, Thumper tells them plenty about himself, and it becomes quite clear why he was such a grumpy guy. He’d been around for years upon years and constantly switched owners, more often than not because they did something to upset him. Sometimes they would forget about him, sometimes they would step on his paw, other times they would call him mean names, and the worst of it -- they would punish him for nibbling on things. “I always wait for you to do something to upset me, but you have done nothing yet.”

“Shouldn’t you give me the benefit of the doubt at this point?” She patted at his full belly and he swatted her hand, “You did come to my doorstep didn’t you? S’not even like I stole you from the woods.”

“I smelled fresh fruit and plants, how was I to know I’d find a gardening witch? The imprinting was unintentional!”

Y/N pouted, Harry tugged her closer to him though and traced looping patterns into her arm, “You know he loves you,” Harry tells her, then takes a turn to poke at Thumper’s belly -- he swats him away too which makes Y/N feel a little better, “Oat tells me all the time how much nice stuff he says about you. He even comforts you when you’re sad! I think this grumpy stuff is all an act.”

Thumper’s brows furrow but he does not deny it, instead, he crosses his arms and turns his face away.

She smiles.

He eventually changes back after five hours and it was while they all had fallen asleep. One moment there was a very heavy presence with their arms circled around Y/N’s waist, with their head on her belly -- the next there’s a furry little body sat in her lap. He curled up in a tighter ball and snuggled nearer -- he didn’t even nip her when she pulled him up to sleep in her arms. Y/N maneuvers them both, and in doing so stirs Harry, who accommodates her. Her back to his chest, his arm flopped over her body, Thumper in her arms, and Oat sleeping at the top of Harry’s head.

Y/N wonders how she ever got to sleep without being like this.

#BLURBS

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