#I’m so frustrated. so so frustrated. i feel like a bad pet owner.

[oberon-king-of-the-cherries]

I’m going to call the vet and see if I can get Chloe another uti test to see if this last one cleared up fully. I don’t know if this is a FLUTD flare up or the uti is still present. Gave her more pain meds but she’s walking around leaving bloody pretty spots, just like last month when we found she had a severe uti.

#there’s been no new stress in her life. she’s on her dietary food. i don’t know what could be causing flare ups. #the vet recommended some sort of soothing plug in. feels very snake oil to me but I’m going to pick one up #I’m so frustrated. so so frustrated. i feel like a bad pet owner. #sick pet #not fish

[planet-dusk]

☆ making bad decisions for you ∘ b.c

chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...

─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

─── ☆ length: 2.3k

─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy

─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

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Chan’s in over his head.

He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner. 

And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him? 

So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung. 

“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”

“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?” 

“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves. 

“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”

“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”

The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…

“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly. 

“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.” 

You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home. 

You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs. 

“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”

You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes. 

Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud. 

Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest. 

Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.

He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow. 

Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says. 

The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left. 

With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.

You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass. 

The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy. 

Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat. 

“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…” 

He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…

“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned. 

“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”

His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”

Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.” 

You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand. 

Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints. 

And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up. 

Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside. 

Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again. 

“You sure you can take it, puppy?”

Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you. 

“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”

He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head. 

He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you. 

“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”

Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”

He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses. 

“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”

“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth. 

“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.

My Channie.

“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”

You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.

“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”

He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him. 

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”

You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.” 

“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”

“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”

Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”

You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm. 

His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together. 

Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.” 

“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?” 

He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions. 

Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.” 

You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to. 

You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie. 

He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”

“Wha —? You sly dog!”

Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”

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#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #sub!reader #dom!idol #;skz longfic #tw: perversion

[whumpshaped]

been spinning this idea around in the microwave that is my brain for a while now.

pet/slave/etc whumpee being rescued, seemingly improving and going along with what caretaker asks of them, and then immediately bolting and returning to their master the moment they get the chance.

they feel sorta bad for caretaker, but ultimately where they belong is at their master's side. whumpee's life was miserable and empty before they found them, but with master they were fed, had a warm place to sleep, and were shown more affection than they'd ever experienced before.

whumper, who in this specific scenario is more like a carewhumper/soft whumper, wanting to keep whumpee as their pet/slave but otherwise not being cruel to them, is of course elated to have whumpee back, lavishing them with praise and love and affection, further cementing in whumpee's mind that this is where they belong.

tw pet whump, conditioned whumpee, stockholm syndrome, caretaker new master, betrayal, abandonment

When Whumpee caught a glimpse of the article, it was like colour had suddenly returned into their world. Like the storm clouds had parted and finally allowed the sun to shine through, making all their worries and sadness dissipate.

All charges dropped.

Caretaker seemed to have the opposite reaction, throwing the newspaper across the room and groaning in frustration. Whumpee flinched, alerting them to their presence. “Oh, shit… Whumpee, I’m sorry. I didn’t– fuck, did you see the article?”

Whumpee suppressed their eagerness and slowly nodded, attempting to keep their expression neutral. Whatever Caretaker had interpreted it as, it made them open their arms for a hug.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Would you like a hug? Or… or would you like to talk about it?”

Oh, they wanted to talk about it more than anything, but they doubted what they had to say would’ve been to Caretaker’s liking. They accepted the hug anyway, holding their temporary owner tight for what was probably the last time.

“You did your best,” Caretaker whispered. “I’m so sorry that… that they’re a bunch of incompetent idiots there! You gave all that evidence, all those testimonies… I don’t get it… I’m so sorry.”

“Let’s not talk about it?” Whumpee hoped that was a reasonable request. They hated hearing about all the ways in which they’d betrayed Whumper, but they hoped their reasoning wouldn’t be readily apparent.

“Of course. I’m sorry. I got carried away.” Caretaker took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, and Whumpee had the feeling this hug was more for their friend than it was for them. “You wanna do something tonight? As a little distraction? We could make those new cookies you found a recipe for. Or watch a movie.”

Whumpee pulled away so they could look Caretaker in the eye. “Would you mind if… if I went for a little walk?”

Caretaker hesitated. “Can it be another time?” they asked cautiously. “I don’t like putting restrictions on you, I really don’t, it’s just…”

“Okay,” they said without knowing what Caretaker was going to say. “Another time.”

They could seek out Whumper any time, right? The sooner the better, but they didn’t need Caretaker following them.

“I’m a little nervous about letting you out of my sight after news like this,” they finished anyway.

“Okay,” Whumpee repeated.

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course not.”

Caretaker smiled and pulled them in for another hug. “Alright. Thank you.”

-

It was two days later when Caretaker finally let them go. It was honestly a little heartbreaking to know they would never go back, but… It couldn’t even compare to that time the police had swarmed the building and took Whumper away from them.

Whumper had been their everything. Their best friend. Their owner. The only one who cared. The one who had always provided for them, food, shelter, love. It didn’t matter what others had told them — they had to get back. And now that Whumper was finally let go, they could.

They kept looking over their shoulder, hoping Caretaker really wasn’t following them. They weren’t. They were left to their own devices, and they were about to betray every morsel of trust Caretaker had placed in them.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered outside of getting back to Whumper. Whumper was the only one whose trust counted for anything.

They rushed back to the house they’d used to stay in, and the ugly police tape was finally gone. It looked just like the first time they’d seen it: friendly and inviting.

Whumpee walked up to the door and knocked before their anxiety could’ve gotten the better of them. They stepped back and waited, rocking back and forth on their feet, shifting their weight from heels to tiptoes.

The garden seemed a little neglected, but it looked like Whumper had gotten to work since their release. There were fresh seeds in the bird feeder, and fresh water in the bowl they used for any stray creature that might’ve needed a sip. They were so caring. It was ridiculous that any investigation had even been conducted.

The door opened, and Whumpee’s eyes snapped up to meet their owner’s. They jumped into their arms without thinking, burying their face in the crook of their neck. “Master, you’re free!” they exclaimed, delighted when Whumper’s arms closed around their waist.

“I’m free!” Whumper parroted, just as giddy as their pet. “And you’re back!”

“Of course I am! I missed you so much!”

Whumper brought them inside without letting go, pushing the door shut with their foot. “I missed you too, sweet thing. I’m not quite packed yet, but now that you’re here, I’ll try to make it quick so we can leave tomorrow.”

Whumpee pulled away, frowning a little. “Leave?”

“Of course. They’d never leave us alone if we were to stay; not the police, and definitely not Caretaker.” Whumper moved their hands to cup their pet’s cheeks, smiling at them softly. “We’ll go somewhere peaceful, hm?”

Well… When they’d left the house and told themself it’d be forever, that they’d never see Caretaker again, that they were ready to leave all of this behind… They didn’t think it’d be so permanent. So irreversible.

They didn’t think they’d have to leave Caretaker so far behind.

Some of the cookies they’d baked the night before were still waiting for them at home, soft and sweet and tasting of friendship.

“I’d love that,” Whumpee said with a smile of their own. “We can go whenever you’re ready, Master.”

#asks #whump #whump drabble #pet whump #conditioned whumpee #stockholm syndrome #caretaker new master #betrayal #abandonment

[lace-coffin]

Hello! 👋 I have a really weird kinda specific request for Asa. Could you pretty please write headcanons of Asa with a picky eater s/o? But like an emotional picky eater, idk if that makes sense. Personally I have a rlly hard time with motivation to eat, I'm also a picky eater so when someone else eats my food and I run out of my favorites I get really frustrated and emotional because it's hard for me to eat already and eating foods I don't like just make it 10x harder. Idk I'm a crybaby and cry over food lol. Sorry if this is weird or too specific 😅. Anyways I love your writing keep up the good work and have a fantastic day/night!

Hi! Thank you so much for the request! No need to apologise! I love specific requests! I’m also a pretty picky eater due to my autism so ur not alone! I’m so happy u like my writing ah T T have a fantastic night urself!!

Asa Emory x picky eater!Reader

Requests are open!

The restaurant was supposed to be a reward for your good behaviour lately, unfortunately it turned into a nightmare only moments after being seated. Flicking through the menu your heart rate starts to spike, making you feel a little sweaty and out of it. The restaurant is beautiful and lavish but unfortunately that means the menu is more ‘out there’ and doesn’t have any of your safe foods on it…

You don’t want to ruin the reward, it’s a nice restaurant and you’re here to enjoy it with your master. attempting to shovel the anxiety down you order something that you think could be edible to you. Your nervous energy dies down a little as convocation flows between the two of you, laughing along easily and lost in it you almost forget the problem at hand. Until it arrives.

Five minuets pass and you haven’t eaten more than one bite after pushing the meal around your plate with the fork, trying to stall. You try will yourself to take another bite but you can’t do it, your eyes are starting to water and you don’t know what to do, if only you could just buckle down and eat it. Unfortunately that’s not an option, your stomach starting to turn and your breath catching at the idea.

Asa notices you haven’t spoken in a while, he figured you’d just been enjoying the meal until he’d looked up, your face contorted in worry and tears threatening to fall.

“-re you ok? Pet?”

Blinking away your tears you pull yourself back into the moment, only catching the latter half of what your partner said but getting the gist. No use in hiding it now, there’s no way you’re going to finish this meal without crying, and you sure as fuck don’t want to be crying in the middle of the restaurant. You can’t think of anything more mortifying.

Eyes falling away from Asa and back to the plate you take a breath and begin to explain, voice small and apologetic.

“They didn’t have any foods I know I like so uh I ordered something new! I didn’t like it though..” you say, wincing a little.

“I’ve tried my best to eat it but I just..can’t. I promise I’ve tried my hardest and I really want this reward to be good and I love being here with you but it’s stressing me out so bad!” You sniffle again at the end, explaining the issue always makes you emotional again.

“Oh pet” Asa sighs with a fond expression.

“You should’ve said something, it’s really no worry at all, we could’ve gone somewhere else, I won’t take offence.”

You let out an exhale of relief, realistically you knew he wouldn’t be angry with you considering he already knew about your eating difficulties but it still didn’t stop you from panicking.

“Cricket” your owner addresses you again, reaching over the table to hold your hand.

“Would you like to leave and get some takeout? We can go to your favourite, it’s your reward after all.” He smiles softly at you.

Squeezing his hand affectionately you can’t help but grin back.

“I would love that, sir.”

I rlly wanted to do the rest of ur request too so have some extra headcanons on the house lmao

“Come on pet, just one more bite and I promise no more.” Asa coos as he scoops the spoon full of food, bringing it to your lips. The gesture is very sweet but unfortunately you want absolutely nothing less than to have the next bite, the idea nauseating.

-After finding out about the difficulties you have surrounding food he likely keeps multiple packages of your safe food stocked in the house

-always has a food you know you like in the freezer or fridge on standby when trying new foods incase it doesn’t go well

-he’ll never get angry at you if you suddenly go off your food, he’ll either offer to get you something else or make you pinky promise to eat later when you feel better

-has absolutely let you cry it out more than once at the drive through when you find out the thing you’ve been thinking about all day is out of stock

-if you’re finding it hard to eat and he absolutely can’t get you out of bed/move you to eat then he’ll bring the food too you, will happily feed you if you ask or look like you need it, he loves to feed dominant and needed

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[thesparklingwriter]

a trip to remember

“Forgive me, you simply cry a lot these days."

tags: pet names, Zhongli is very pure, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, reader is still pregnant lol, they're kind of on their honeymoon, they're in Inazuma

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“Zhongli, I appreciate all this, but I really do feel a bit too nauseous to be shooting across Teyvat. Can’t we just delay our honeymoon? We aren’t going to die without it.” Even as you complain, you pile an extra set of clothes into your bag. You know he’s going to insist you go, and you don’t actually mind, but if there’s any chance you can change his mind, you’ll take it.

“It’s my fault we didn’t go closer to when we were wed and I don’t wish to delay it further.” Zhongli turns to look at you as you collapse onto the bed with a big huff. “And let us be realistic, when do you expect us to go after the child is born?”

“Can’t we just ask someone to babysit for us when they’re like four?” You ask. You and him both know you’d never let anyone babysit your child whilst you were out of the nation. No way.

“You deserve a break, love.” He sighs.

“I know, I know.” you sigh. “Take a break, stop working yourself so hard, I know it all.”

You want to continue, but Zhongli looks so suitably frustrated and sympathetic at the same time that you stop in your tracks. You feel bad for eliciting that kind of response in him, so you take a deep breath, crack a smile, and pull him into a gentle kiss. “I know it all, so let’s go. I won’t complain. If I do, you have my permission to throw a rock at me. Okay?”

“I would never throw a rock at you.” Zhongli chuckles, smiling softly.

He would never throw a rock at you, sure, but he would throw you smug looks when he could tell you were on the verge of complaining. Which was often. You refused to let Zhongli carry you, as you claimed it was unnecessary fanfare, but your feet hurt, all the time. By the time you got to Inazuma, you were tempted to buy a cart and insist Zhongli drag you around town in it. You suggested it, and he pointed out it would be significantly more conspicuous than him carrying you.

And, all jokes aside, you were looking forward to going to Inazuma most. You’d heard only good things about the nation—their food, their clothes, and their murderous archon. You’d been trying your best to drag information about the Raiden Shogun from Zhongli, but he seemed to avoid the topic.

“Come on, what’s she like?”

“I cannot pass judgement on her actions, but I’m impressed by her tenacity.” Zhongli says finally.

Which, in Zhongli terms, is just a way of getting you off his case.

“Alright, I get the hint.” You huff. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“But, my love, it was you insisting we talk about the Raiden Shogun,” Zhongli teases, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. As much as your mood swings have been giving him whiplash as of recently, he can’t help but find them endearing. Which serves to irritate you further.

“I don’t care anymore. Let’s look at the clothes stalls. I want to get a traditional Inazuman dress as a souvenir.” You beam, dragging Zhongli along behind you. You figure that if you’re going to have to be here, you may as well enjoy yourself thoroughly. It’s not like you’re going to have much time to visit in the near future anyway.

The streets are strangely quiet or the time of day—had you been in Liyue, you would have had to fight through the crowds, and you also would have had to fight through the inherent stress that would cause.

“It’s so quiet here. Imagine if we’d been out and about at this time at home,” you marvel, as you peer into another store, bowing politely to the stall owner.

“It’s not usually this quiet,” the owner admits, shrugging lightly. “But there’s a festival on the other side of town, so I assume most people are there.”

As you engage them in polite conversation, Zhongli looks at the clothes up for sale. At first, he wonders why the clothes are so small—but of course, that was his own myopia coming into play. He never considered that stalls like this would sell clothes for infants. By the time he’s had a good enough look at everything on sale, you’ve already taken directions from the shop owner to find a vendor for the dresses you’re looking for, and you’re waddling down the street, promising to come back when you’ve secured your loot.

“Can I help you at all?” The vendor smiles.

Zhongli glances back at the wall of clothes, smiling softly to himself. “If you wouldn’t mind terribly.”

Zhongli keeps his purchase a secret until you get back home—despite your constant complaints about his secrecy. It’s not like you’re trying particularly hard to get the information out of him. You ask, and then you fall asleep, exhausted by the events of your honeymoon and the constant travel.

You don’t see the item Zhongli bought until a few months later, when you’ve forgotten about the whole situation in its entirety. When he brings it up, you curse him for his sneakiness but wait to see the reveal in hopeful anticipation. In the back of your mind, you’re hoping for jewellery, or a new vase to replace the one you accidentally broke whilst attempting to make a surprise dinner (No, you don’t want to talk about it. It’s a sensitive subject.)

So when Zhongli hands you a wrapped package with two sets of baby clothes inside, to say you're surprised would be an understatement. And maybe it’s the hormones, or that fact the clothes are exactly what you’d pick, but tears begin to prick at your eyes.

“You don’t like them?” Zhongli asks. He’s learnt the hard way that, as of recently, your tears can mean anything—from implicit joy to bone-shattering pain. He’s figured it’s better to ask than to jump to conclusions.

“Of course I like them.” You sniff. “When have I ever not liked something you got me?”

“Forgive me,” he chuckles, sitting beside you and pulling you into a hug. “You simply cry a lot these days.”

You pull away from him. “Of course, I’m crying all the time. I’m eight months pregnant and All you do is pull stupid little adorable stunts like this! I have every right to be emotional.” You sob, holding the clothes to your chest. “They’re beautiful.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

a/n my irl friend told me to write this and, whilst i'm not the kind of girl to sit down and do as she's told, it was actually a pretty good idea so i merged it with one of rin's ideas which means i have now officially finished all four even though it wasn't a checklist. as usual, will check tomorrow, i think this is kind of bad but it's content so i won't complain

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 Kalego hates noisy places, but he especially dislikes work meetings. Of course, there is no denying that all (or almost all) of them are his colleagues are professionals in their field, but as soon as some idiot (most often the director) starts talking about some topic separate from the work, it can last for hours. And Naberius can't even leave because it's disrespectful. It's a good thing they don't put him at the very back of the queue with his reports just to make him lose his temper.

 And this day should not be any different from all the others, only…

 The sudden fog around him moves him into a familiar room, hands gripping his soft, fluffy sides tightly and a little painfully. Someone very familiar is pinning him to the wall, where a centipede is sitting with many small eyes on its hair-covered legs.

  –KILL THAT THING!

 Kalego feels like a cat that the owner presses against a cockroach sitting on the wall, naively thinking that the lazy creature will kill someone. But Naberius has no choice, so he swings and uses a Cerberion puppy, which gets rid of the infernal insect and leaves no ugly spots on the wall.

 Once the little creature is killed (which Balam wouldn't approve of), the demon turns to face a view that doesn't leave its own face ironic and sarcastic. He sighs and reaches out a clawed hand to stroke the finger pressed against his stomach.

 –Did some insect scare you that much?

 –`S-some insect`?! Did you see THAT?! It has eyes on each leg! And it's HUGE! Fu-fu-fu! Be-e-e!

 –Someone said they wasn't afraid of insects.

 –I'm not afraid of human insects! They don't usually have a hundred eyes scattered all over their bodies!

 You scream a little more, and then you start to choke. After coughing a couple of times, turn the Kalego so that the small furry creature is facing you. Even in this form, the demon doesn't look too pleased, and you dutifully bow your head to apologize.

 –I interrupted your school meeting? I'm sorry, – if you had ears like Ameri or Opera, they would immediately fall down. – It's just that you told me to call you every time I was in danger... so I acted immediately.

 –At least you're used to reading spells quickly, – Kalego lowers his small paws, touching sharp claws to your skin, and shakes his head. – And even if I meant attacking you directly, that's not exactly a bad option either. At least I can make it look like I'm away on important business, and not just skip a work meeting with these idiots.

 –That is… will you stay in this form... for a while?

 Naberius sees hope in your shining eyes and cannot refuse. He nods in frustration, and you giggle softly-squeal, pressing his small body to your face. The silky fur touches your face and you giggle into his stomach, leaving barely noticeable kisses on the demon's skin. Kalego initially resists, trying to move away from your tickling movements, but eventually gives up and lightly hugs your head with his paws.

 For obvious reasons, Naberius does not often assume his familiar form, even when there are no demons around to torment him, that is, "pet" him. Kalego doesn't feel so confident in this cute, charming form, as he stops scaring everyone around him just by looking at his face or eyes. But that doesn't mean that sometimes, sometimes he can't make an exception for you.

 And this is one of those days! You didn't expect to get something like this today! You were just cleaning up the house when you saw a huge insect that would make anyone's guts turn over, and you called the first defender you could think of. And now, thanks to this, you get a soft pillow-toy for an indefinite amount of time, which means that you need to start using this opportunity as soon as possible!

 You hurry to the sofa in the living room, holding Kalego like a small child and scratching his small belly with your index finger. When you land on the furniture, you lie on your side and hold the demon to your face, inhaling the unusual, slightly strange, but still pleasant aroma.

 The softness and beauty of life immediately surrounds you from all sides. You stroke and scratch your love in all the places you can reach. Kalego quietly complains about you, spins a little back and forth, but still allows you to create your "loving love". You cover his cute face with small kisses, glad that there is something adorable in Hell, and not just incomprehensible monsters that want to devour you.

 Naberius snuggles closer to your neck as you stop moving your head in all directions and stand still to enjoy the moment. He quietly flaps his wings, trying to cover at least your hand, but his round body does not work. The demon groans in exasperation and buries his beak into your skin, inhaling the familiar smell of a human, his human.

 Lying next to a fluffy and cute Kalego, you suddenly feel a little smaller and younger than you really are. Remembering all those times when you fell asleep as a child after playing with a soft toy, you move a little closer to the demon, burying your forehead in him and slightly hiding your nose in his fur. The air seems to be filled with a sleepy potion, and soon you start to doze, gently hugging Naberius with one arm.

 Kalego tosses a little when he realizes that the person across from him has fallen asleep, settles back down and leaves a small birdlike kiss on her cheek. He does not feel tired (except mentally), and therefore cannot also close his eyes and also have a sweet sleep. So he promises himself that he will take care of his beloved's sleep until she wakes up... or until the damn headmaster comes here to ruin everything.

 The demon admires the peaceful expression on the other person's face, rolls his eyes when a little saliva starts to roll down from the corner of her lips, and calls for a handkerchief to wipe it all away. He hopes that this day will pass quickly, he will return to his normal form, so that he can come back and truly embrace his love.

 Yes. That will be fine. Suddenly, the dark eyes notice small dark spots left over from hickeys and bites. Kalego smiles faintly and hums contentedly to himself as he folds his wings behind his back.

 It will need to update the "labels".

*+*

 As soon as you hear the sound of a key turning in the lock, you immediately drop everything and rush to the entrance to throw yourself at Kalego with hugs, screeching and screams. Usually, the demon doesn't look too pleased, but he opens his arms with incredible speed, preparing to catch you in his arms. But this time he scowls at you, holding you close with only one hand, and then only for a short time.

 You immediately realize that you should leave him alone. By saying that dinner is on the stove, you go to work out a plan for the next lesson, or rather, just try to remember what is so interesting about life in the human world.

 You take a few steps and are almost at the end of the corridor when a hand is suddenly grabbed. Kalego freezes with a sad face behind you, and you suddenly see longing and fatigue in his eyes. The demon mumbles that he will do without food, and asks if you are free now.

 You've never been very good at improvising, but it's not hard to talk about your own world, so you nod as you follow Naberius. He gently pulls you by the wrist to the sofa, where he sits, gently pushes you in the chest and leaves you lying on the soft pillows.

 Kalego sighs heavily and a little painfully, starting to take off his clothes. For a second, you twitch your entire body, watching as pale skin appears from behind the long robe. The demon magically sends his form to a chair, and then, opening his wings and stretching them a little, lies down on you, with one arm around your back, touching the place where you might have wings, and with the other hand removing the ring from you.

 Stress radiates from your love in waves, and you rush to put your arms around his back and head, holding him closer to you. Naberius inhales softly through his nose a couple of times, and then exhales with relief, hugging you with both hands and hiding his nose in your home clothes. His hand twitches, as if he wants to intertwine his fingers with yours, but for some reason he changes his mind. You take the hint and start using both hands to relax the demon.

 Naberius closes his eyes, enjoying the touch of his head, horns, hair, ears, back, and wings. It's amazing how much he still needs physical touch. Each time he stays around you longer and longer, holds you in his arms longer and longer before work, and hardly lets go of your hand on dates… His face may remain stony, but his gentle nature will somehow manifest itself around you.

 You chuckle softly, and the Kalego bounces on your chest. He opens one eye, looks at you intently. In response, you just stroke him harder and push him back, muttering to him to continue napping. The demon listens, and it looks like your chuckle was not in vain, because he is going to fall asleep on you again, as he did so many times before. It's nice, of course, but it's not too interesting to lie and stare at the ceiling without a book, phone, or any other entertainment at hand.

 Fortunately, your ring is nearby, so you won't get bored today.

 The demon's breathing is getting shallower by the second that you scratch him like a dog. You're just thinking that he's fallen asleep and is about to put on the ring when Naberius suddenly raises his hand and snaps his fingers. From somewhere in the bedroom comes a blanket that covers the bodies lying on the sofa. Kalego relaxes more, one of wings rolls down and begins to hang down to the floor, the other is curled up and embraces you from below.

 You can almost hold back a happy giggle when you see the calm, peaceful demon. You want to snap him to your chest and strangle him in your arms. You can barely restrain yourself from waking him up, eventually trying to relax as much as possible and try to fall asleep as well.

 You watch the light coming in from the window and playing on the ceiling. The house is dark, and you can hear the papers on your desk rustle slightly in the wind. Kalego is lying on top of you, not moving and barely breathing. He sleeps as quietly as ever. He would look dead if he didn't occasionally twitch his nose or move his wing. He looks like a statue, but not just because he's so heavy. (Although everything is relative).

 You love evenings like this almost as much as you love evenings when you talk to Kalego. He may not be as interested in the human world as his friend, but he will always listen to you and ask you to tell him more if you remember your past "home". He will always tell you something about Hell: whether it's some random fact, something important that can save your life, something related to school and your work as a "teacher", or even something about himself. Lying in silence and remembering his voice next to you, you can't help but smile, realizing that he almost doesn't sound tired, annoyed or angry, and if he does, you are rarely the cause of it.

 In fact, it's quite easy to negotiate with Naberius... at least for you, that's for sure. He may have a tough personality, but because you find more and more charming details in it every time, life becomes much easier. His mutterings of displeasure are becoming more amusing than infuriating day by day.

 You look at Kalego, remember his small shape, remember Iruma... and then your past "home". The human world was never something that you often thought about, unless it was required in class. There wasn't anything... special about it.

 Yes, you were an adult, with a lot of memories and people who were even... dear to you. You weren't Iruma, who easily left everything behind and went to the demon world. You had something to cling to.

 At the beginning of your "work" here, you almost did not think about your relatives, because you were afraid of everything and tried to survive. Soon, the events taking place in Hell sucked you in, and you didn't have time to think about the loved ones you left behind. But things are pretty calm right now, so you start thinking about the human world and... get terrified.

 Yes, you were not killed by that maniac, but you still disappeared from your world without a trace. Your job wasn't something you wanted to run to as fast as you could from five o'clock in the morning, but they probably told your relatives that you were... missing. What was their reaction when they heard this? What about your colleagues, your few friends? Why are you thinking about this only now, after all this time?

 The answer is simple: you, like Iruma, didn't want to go back to the human world.

 The human world is filled with technology, deceit, cruelty and sadness. Yes, the demon world is the same, but not the demons have so many legends about how some "human" came into the world and destroyed everyone. People who consider themselves better than "some otherworldly beings who take souls and kill for fun", to some extent, were even worse than these very creatures.

 And yet... you feel a sharp sadness and regret that you were not able to at least say goodbye to some of the people in your environment. They were never too close to you, but they were still the ones you chatted with before and after work, who you sometimes went out to have fun with, and even felt like they really enjoyed spending time with you.

 You continue to stare at the ceiling, but with different eyes. Has there ever been a person in your life that you truly cherish, for whom you would go to the other side of the country just to help them? No. But would you like to see some people from the human world, at least once more? Definitely yes.

 Kalego opens his eyes with difficulty and lifts himself up slightly, looking down at you. You instantly turn your attention to the demon and give him a faint smile. You want to ask him in a cheerful voice if he slept well, but all that comes out of your mouth is... a whimper?

 –Why are you crying?

 Naberius leans over and brushes away the tear tracks that roll down your cheeks with his thumbs. You swallow and look away from him, starting to stare at the fireplace. Kalego exhales, leans in and kisses you on both cheeks, then leaves a small kiss on your lips before pulling away again.

 –Do you want to talk about it?

 His voice is so soft and gentle that it feels foreign. No, he is often gentle and kind to you, but your own thoughts have made you suddenly too sensitive to any words coming out of the demon's mouth.

 –I just... I just thought my parents might be thinking… That I was dead.

 Naberius freezes, carefully scanning your face. He rubs his cheek, then pulls you into his arms, starting to stroke your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and snuggle up with a soft whimper, like a wounded puppy. No one else says anything. You calm down a little in the embrace, but you still feel a sudden weight in the depths of your chest.

 It comes so suddenly and doesn't go away at all. All your thoughts are suddenly focused on that past life, you imagine the reaction of people who found out about a maniac, and then realized that you did not come to work, did not return to the apartment, that some of your things are lying in the same alley where Sullivan appeared and saved you from a madman.

 You fall asleep in Kalego's arms, but you still wake up with a heavy heart. Kalego makes you breakfast and showers you with love in various ways, but you still don't feel good. The same thoughts are swirling in your head, even if you try to shut them up, knowing that nothing can be changed.

 You lived far away from your parents and rarely communicated with them, but suddenly the desire to hear familiar voices suddenly begins to devour you from the inside. The desire to see the school you went to destroys you from the inside out. The desire to look into a familiar office and talk to colleagues, even if they will not be so happy about you, pierces you from the inside.

 –(Y/N)-san, is everything okay?

 You look up from your cup of tea and stare at Iruma. Today is the day when you go to his house and talk to him about everything from school to certain things in the human world. And even if the latter topic rarely comes up, for some reason it was today that the boy decided to talk about it. He wants to tell his friends something interesting about his past "home", but he couldn't think of anything, so he asked you to help... unwittingly reminding you of the heaviness in his chest.

  –Yes... probably. I just... I just miss my old "home" a little, – you shrug and take a small sip. – I understand that you don't have the best memories of your past life, but... it wasn't so bad for me after all. And while I'm glad I ended up in Hell... I suddenly thought I'd like to... see my parents.

 You can literally hear Iruma stop breathing for a second. He looks at you with regret, then lowers his head and mumbles a sad apology. You shake your head and force a smile.

 –It's definitely not your fault, Iruma-kun. If I hadn't been here, I would have been killed then. Because you are there, I found an easy job and my love. Besides, I like to study magic.

 –What was... your family like? I'd like to understand what it's like to have... parents who didn't leave you practically to your fate. B-but if you don't feel comfortable talking about it, don't!..

 –It's all right. My parents... they're good people. I can't say that we always had a good relationship, but they helped me finish school well and go to university in another city… After that, I tried to study, so I rarely came to them. I was able to get a job right after I graduated and tried not to lose it in the first few months, so... I didn't really talk to them either. Before I got here, I was trying to get a promotion, so... – you sigh too loudly with grief. – I think I've started to forget a lot. I hadn't spoken to them in so long, even on the phone, that I almost forgot their voice…

 You raise your head and look at the sad boy. You shake your head and smile weakly.

 –Don't worry about me, Iruma-kun. I'm the one who's here to support you. Distance separates people from each other, especially if they have previously communicated without barriers… I just suddenly thought that I would like to visit them at least once more… These thoughts will probably go away soon, so don't worry about me.

 But they didn't leave. Just like Iruma's sad look. When you go to his house again, you hear some screams, and after a few days you will find out that…

 –W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE'RE GOING TO THE HUMAN WORLD?!

 And it screams not even Kalego…

  –Iruma-kun said that he wants to bring some goodies from the human world to his friends, and also go for a walk with his beloved grandfather, so we're going there!

  –What does this have to do with me?

 –You will protect Iruma-kun with your eyes and keep bad people away from us, Kalego-kun!

 –Then why are they coming?

 –If Iruma-sama gets cold, I'll put it on his jacket. Or don't you like being around me, Kalego-ku-un?

 Naberius hides behind you and clears his throat.

 –You know you've already been caught once visiting the human world, right? Now you want me to be accused of trespassing in another world as well?!

  –Don't worry, Kalego-kun, we won't be discovered this time! – Sullivan winks. – I've refined the spell, so there won't be any problems! But I couldn't find a spell that allows me to understand human language, so I'm counting on my wonderful grandson and you, (Y / N)!

  –Uh... okay.

  –If anything happens, tell them during the interrogation that we were forced to.

 You nod and look around. Iruma and you are dressed in normal clothes, but everyone else is wearing hats and long cloaks to hide their tails, horns or ears.

  – Go ahead!.. By the way, (Y/N), can you tell me where your parents live? You can visit them in the late afternoon if you want!

 Your eyes light up and you nod at the address. Opera wags their tail thoughtfully as they pick up their coat, watching as the stronger demon looks at a map and nods to himself. He snaps his fingers and a portal appears, where everyone enters.

 You find yourself in an abandoned building located not so far from the city. You're about to ask where everyone wants to go first, when Opera suddenly grabs you, throws you over their shoulder, and runs away, shouting to the shocked Kalego: "Try to catch me if you can, kohai!" The demon immediately rushes after them, Sullivan puts his grandson on his shoulders, and they cheerfully go in the direction of tall buildings.

 It looks like it was some old abandoned hospital in the woods, as you are greeted by a rather vibrant area of the city, not the outskirts. You look around and can't believe that you are seeing all these signs again, advertising, inscriptions about free Wi-fi, buying some two products for the price of one, and so on. You smile at the familiar smells, feeling even more excited when Opera finally puts you on the floor.

  –So, where do you want to go? I do not know that many free places, so...

 –Don't worry, (Y/N), I brought some expensive jewelry that I've heard can be exchanged! Can you help us?

 You nod and look around uncertainly. Where's the pawnshop?..

 You go ahead, looking around and choosing someone who won't yell at you as soon as you speak to them. It's hot outside, and you genuinely empathize with the demons wearing multiple layers of clothing. Iruma in shorts is pointing around and chatting about something, and you notice strange looks from passersby.

 Have we forgotten how to speak the "human language"? What happens if I can't speak my native language? What should we do then?! And how do I... how do I talk to my parents?

 You hear your name and turn around, quickly realizing that it's not Kalego speaking. You look in surprise at your former colleague, who runs up to you with a surprised cry and a glass of some liquid in his hands.

 –(Y/N)?! Is that you, (Y/N)?! (Y/N)!..

 You are surprised when she throws herself at you and hugs you so hard that the air escapes from your lungs. She was one of the people who was most friendly to you and sometimes invited you to parties, but for her to be so kind to you?..

  –Oh, (Y/N), I thought you were sold for organs! – she starts shaking you from side to side, shouting in a panic all over the street. – Why didn't you answer your phone? I contacted your parents, they don't know anything! Where have you been? You scared everyone! The police searched for you for several months, and then stopped, saying that there are absolutely no leads!..

 You look at her directly and suddenly realize that her speech sounds familiar, you understand her, but still something is wrong. It's like you've abruptly started practicing a second language that you've learned and haven't used in a long time.

  –What does she say? – Kalego asks, looking at you doubtfully and clearly wanting to shut your colleague up by force. – It's so loud.

 –She's just, uh, happy to see me. It's hard to explain…

 The woman freezes, and then looks from you to Naberius in surprise.

 –What language are you speaking now?

  –Um, that's easy… this is such a special variety of Asian languages, a mixture of several and a strong accent. Kalego-kun and my companions are from a small town where this language is spoken. It's... it's all a little hard to explain...

  –He looks like he doesn't understand us. Doesn't he even know English? I mean... how many opportunities to play games and read comics does he lose?

 –They value their native language much, so it can't be helped... ahem.

  –Well, it doesn't matter. Where have you been all this time?! Why didn't you tell me everything was fine?!

  –Um, it's a complicated story... I was sort of... kidnapped?

 You cough nervously as you watch her eyes widen. With a quick shake of your head, you hurry to calm the woman down so that she doesn't scream again.

 –But I'm fine, don't worry! Sullivan-sama, – you point to the old demon who is chatting incessantly with Iruma, – saved me and brought me to him. There I met Opera-san and Kalego-kun. They decided to take a little walk today, so I'm kind of like a translator here...

 She looks first at you, then at Naberius, and then gives you a brilliant answer:

 –I didn't think you'd ever get involved with the mafia.

 You look at her blankly, and she points her finger at the demon closest to her.

  –He's dressed like an Italian mobster, (Y/N). And they, by the way, too. And that look... can you ask him not to look at me like he's judging how much my organs are worth on the black market?

 –I'm afraid he was born with that look. I can only cover his eyes with my hand.

 –I think he'll burn a hole in it and keep staring at me.

 You giggle and nod weakly. You ask Kalego to move away for a while, and he starts to devour your interlocutor with his gaze even more.

 –I'm not sure, (Y/N). Are you sure it's safe?

 –You just don't want to go to Opera-san and Sullivan-sama, do you?

 –Including. And I just don't want anything to happen to you.

 –This is a human world, nothing will happen to me, don't worry… Now go, go.

 You push him away and continue to communicate with the former colleague. It's nice to know the news of your home world, let each one make you sadder and sadder.

 –So you lost your phone and couldn't recover it? That's how... unfortunate. But I always told you that you need to remember the phone numbers of other people, at least relatives!

 –I'm going to buy a new one if they don't give me the old one, so I'll be fine…

 –Why didn't they buy it for you right away?! Doesn't the mafia want you to give up their secrets?

 –Yes, they are not members of the mafia!

 –They don't show it!

 –Anyway… can you tell me where the pawnshop is? Sullivan-sama wants to exchange some jewelry.

 –Stolen goods are hardly accepted there…

 –They're not mafiosi!

 You chat with her a little more, then look at the maps to get to the pawnshop. The woman makes sure for the last time that you are safe and sound, and leaves, saying that she will tell everyone at work that you are fine, but you should still go to the police and report your "miraculous discovery".

 Which you do as soon as you exchange jewelry. Sullivan goes shopping with his grandson, and you go to "please the law". You may feel awkward coming up with a story on the go, but Kalego helps you a lot. You are glad that they did not ask for documents, otherwise it would have been a failure. You are given your passport, taken from the apartment, where you should not return, because the owner can make you really lost, some documents, as well as a phone that was found after Sullivan “got rid” of the owner.

 Kalego is surprised that your phone has no buttons, to which you shrug and say that you need to somehow have fun and improve, since there is no magic. After that, he offers to charge it with lightning, but you refuse, just asking for charging from the police.

 You sit and wait for the phone to finish charging, looking ahead and moving awkwardly back and forth on the spot. Naberius sits next to you, crossing his legs and looking at the police in a way that makes them afraid. A few of them want to go up to him and ask him to stop, but this look scares them too much.

 –You're going to call your parents, aren't you?

 You jump up and down, not understanding how the demon read your mind. Kalego looks back at you, and you sigh, nodding.

 –I-I'm not sure what I'm going to tell them. Yes, I'll tell them about the "abduction" if they ask, but... I just don't want to worry them any more and... I don't want to reassure them. I mean... this might be the last time I'll see them. They'll think I'll call them, but I-I'll never do that.

 Naberius reaches out to you, and you are horrified to feel his tail moving. Fortunately, the demon quickly regains his composure and quietly apologizes, saying that he will control himself better from now on. As a result, he puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his chest, playing with the tips of your hair with his fingers.

  –Actually... maybe you can call them after we get back to Hell.

 –In what way?

  –Let the Batora of our favorite student think about that. It is quite difficult to create a portal between two worlds, but surely the connection is not so difficult to make.

 –We'll have to pay every month for the chance to call my parents. I don't think Sullivan-sama will be so happy to risk his happy life with Iruma-kun and come here at least once every few months. And even more so, he won't want to constantly change his jewelry.

 –If you think the system can't be fooled, then you're wrong, – he smiles at you, and all the cops get even more creepy. – And I'll threaten to give them the lowest grade in battle magic if they don't come up with something.

 –You're so cruel! – you nudge him in the side.

 –That's why I'm a demon, (Y/N).

 –Speaking of which… Why is there a spell that allows you to understand demons, but no spell that allows you to understand humans? And how did Sullivan-sama make a contract with Iruma-kun's parents if he doesn't know any human language? And how do demons do this in general?!

 –As far as I know, when a person summons a demon, there is a temporary 'connection' between them, allowing them to understand each other. It disappears as soon as the demon returns to its own world. As for spells… I don't know if this is true or not, but people used to be used as servants and food, – you swallow involuntarily, – and it's easier and "more arrogant" to make a person understand a demon than a human demon. And we demons have one language, and you have many. It's easier to use a spell and force them to learn one language than to constantly pick up a new one.

  –That's how... well, it's a good thing I ended up in the demon world after all.

  –Thanks to me, you'll be able to learn everything-everything you want to know!

 –I didn't want that much… Just take me to the places you like. I want to know what your life was like when you lived here.

 You nod, even though you don't know where to take him… You just ate, read, played games, and sometimes went for a walk in the park. Nothing really interesting…

 While your phone is charging, you try to remember interesting places. Once it's charged, you exhale and pick a familiar number, ready to call your parents.

 The voice you almost forgot almost makes you burst into tears on the spot. You squeeze the phone harder, afraid you'll drop it.

–I do not know who is calling this number, – you almost do not understand the text, because you can not concentrate, – but stop it immediately! Delete my number and never mock me like that again! I don't know anything about my daughter anyway, so just leave me alone...!

  –M-mama, Mama, it's me-me! Listen… this is not a joke! Don't hang up!

The silence hits your heart hard, and then a loud sob is heard from the other side. Kalego squeezes your hand, turning away, giving you support and allowing you to communicate with relatives almost in private.

 –(Y/N), is it... is it really you? Where are you... where have you been all this time?.. Why didn't you call us?! Your boss reported that you weren't at work, you weren't at home, no one saw you, and we!..

 –I'll tell you everything tonight, I promise! I'll come to you... is Dad around? I'd like to hear his voice, too.

 You've never cried so hard. The crazy life in Hell fades into the background, and you can finally think about your original family. A conversation you've been thinking about for days immediately goes off track, as you start crying, unable to say even a single sentence properly. You promise and promise that you'll meet them tonight before you laboriously hang up the phone and sniff loudly. Kalego discreetly creates a handkerchief and hands it to you.

 –(Y/N)-san, – this is the first thing you hear as soon as you calm down a little and go outside, – are you all right? Have you talked to your parents?

 –Y-yes... thank you for giving me this opportunity, Iruma-kun, – you sit down and pat him on the head. – I promised to visit them tonight, but they're in another city, so…

 You lift your head and look at Sullivan. The demon smiles at you and nods, telling you that he will go somewhere interesting while you communicate with your family. He suggests that you temporarily forget about all the bad things and go have fun, especially since now you, a person who knows this city, are nearby, so everything should go just fine.

 And so it happens. The first few places that Iruma and the others wanted to visit, you look sadly in front of you, but then you come to your senses a little and begin to gradually join in the general fun. It's nice to walk for other people's money, so you show the demons places where you couldn't go for your salary or where it was a commonplace pity to spend your own savings.

 Small cafes and big restaurants, exhibitions and attractions, movies and parks – everything passes by and leaves good memories. You go with Kalego just behind the others. Naberius looks scowling, he crosses his arms and looks around, but you can see a slight twinkle of interest in his eyes. You stop every time he has a question and explain a particular thing to him, watching out of the corner of your eye as Iruma does the same to his protector and grandfather.

  –Shichiro would love it here, – the demon says quietly, looking around the bookstore window. A large black cat comes around the corner, stretching lazily in the sun. – Maybe steal him an animal…

 –L-let's not put the local flora and fauna under such stress! Maybe we should buy him some textbooks instead. I'll pass them on for him.

  –I wonder if the sheet music is sold here... I'm curious about the difference between demon music and human music.

 –I'm not sure, but... there are probably autobiographies of musicians inside, or something like that… Hey, Opera-san, we'll go inside for a second, okay?

 The demon eating some human food with a cat-like smile turns their head to you and nods quickly. You drag Kalego inside. The store is quiet, cool, and smells a little like books. Naberius lets out a sigh of relief and starts moving next to you near the even rows of bookshelves. He stops and points at some of the books, wanting to know what they're about. Somehow, all he comes across all the time is weird romance novels, some unfunny comedies, and books about teamwork. You have to take him to some other department before he gets into a fight with a book that tells him by its description that he is not a good colleague for other teachers.

 Books for children and adult textbooks are in your hands, and you are ready to help Kalego choose the right reading material. The demon freezes with a book in his hands, probably looks at it, then hands it to you and asks what is there in the plot.

  –Uh ... it's a book about the kind of torture used centuries ago…

  –Fine, I'll take it.

  –N-not as a March-san gift, I hope?..

  –Oh, don't worry, – his smile is as creepy as it often is, – I'll use such a rare find on my own.

 Naberius takes a few more books, including some complex textbooks, horror films, biographies of some musicians and notes to fairly well-known classical works that came from somewhere. You choose literature to suit your taste and stand at the cash register, afraid to even imagine how you will drag it all.

 Fortunately, there is always a weight-loss spell, so you can carry the bags on one finger, but Kalego insists on taking all your belongings. Later, he will reduce them and hide them in his pocket.

 The day is going well, too well even. It could have been a great date if it hadn't been for the trio reacting admiringly to everything around them. Fortunately, not only did they distract you in this way, but they also left you free to hold your favorite demon's hand or even kiss him while no one else was looking. In this huge city full of people, you feel a little uneasy, but everything is fine as long as Kalego is near you.

 You visit a few more places and end up on a park bench. Opera with bags and others buy ice cream, while you sit with the already purchased portion and look at the sky. It's already evening in the city where your parents live, so it's time for you to head there.

 –That damn headmaster said they were going to see the pond and then send us to another city. Are you ready to... meet your parents?

 You nod to yourself. 

 –But... would you like to come with me?

 Naberius thinks for a moment, looks ahead, quietly continuing to nibble on some dried fruit that he bought at the market. The demon shrugs and turns to you.

 –If you want to. I can go to them as your friend or as your love. You haven't seen your parents in a long time, so it's up to you whether to interrupt this meeting with me or not.

 –Then I'd like to... introduce you. And if I introduce you, my story will seem more complete. Although I wish I could tell them something different, I have no other excuse or reason for disappearing from this world for a few months…

 –We can always erase their memories if you want, – Kalego says, patting you on the shoulder. - Or replace some memories.

 –Can you do it?! – you jump up and down.

  –I... no, – he winces and looks at the departed demons. – I specialize in battle magic, even if I could, I would only make it worse for them. But our favorite boss can. If he can manipulate the minds of demons, then he definitely won't have any problems with humans.

 –What makes you think he won't refuse me?

  –You're taking care of his 'favorite grandson'. And it's easier for him than moving to another world, so no problem.

 –I-I need to think about it.

 You remain seated until the trio returns.

 –So, (Y/N), are you ready to see your parents? Oh, I heard there's a great little restaurant right next to your house! While you're chatting with your parents, we'll go there! Do you want to bring some food, Iruma-kun?..

 –Sullivan-sama... if anything happens, can you... change the memory of my parents?

 The demon freezes in place, watching you closely. He rolls thoughtfully from one heel to the other, and then nods weakly.

 –I think I'll have to spend a certain amount of time, but there shouldn't be any problems. Of course, if other people ask your parents something that I erased from their heads, it will be an awkward situation, but that's another matter.

 –Then you can... change their memories as soon as I... we, – you squeeze Kalego's hand, – get back from them? I don't want them to worry any more once I'm gone... again.

 The demon nods and suggests that you go somewhere where no one can see the company.

 You walk up the mountain next to Naberius, squeezing his hand and constantly tripping. When he asks you what's wrong, you don't say anything for a few seconds, and then you say it with dry lips:

  –Perhaps... it would be better... if they simply erased the memory of my existence. I can ask them to move somewhere where no one will know they had a daughter, and then... make them forget about me.

 Kalego freezes, and so do you, almost falling down. You look at it without understanding anything. The demon shakes his head and pulls you into his arms.

 –I mean… I definitely won't go back to this world, because I still live for myself, not for them, and I want to be with you, in a world that has become so much closer to me in such a short amount of time… And they will feel better if they forget that their daughter first did not call them for several months, and then was reported missing.…

 –I don't have the right to choose for you, but I still don't advise you to do it, –he pulls you closer to him. – Maybe they'll forget you, but you definitely won't. And if you ever want to visit them, they will see you as a stranger, not as their own daughter. It will hurt your heart a lot.

–But I-I can't leave them to suffer again, – you cling to him and try to hide your tears in his clothes. – I'm already a bad daughter, I only thought about them now... should they even remember someone like me?..

 –I'm sure as soon as you see them, you'll stop thinking of yourself as 'bad', – he moves away and pats you on the head. – And so it would be better to change their memories and maybe come here occasionally to visit them.

 –And how can that be possible?..

 –If Iruma becomes the demon king – which I doubt, even with the prophecy – communication with humans will clearly become easier. But even if you don't, you still have your boss. And... eh, so be it, I'll try to master the portal creation technique, although I don't promise anything.

 –You're working so hard for me... thank you so much.

 You rush to hug him, immediately hearing a giggle almost in your ear. Opera stands at the top and makes with their fingers the heart that you and Kalego fall into. You hear growls from one side and laughter from the other and decide it's time to meet your family.

 Taking the demon's hand, you walk forward to the abandoned hospital, trying to breathe calmly and not think about anything that might reflect badly on your meeting with your parents.

 It's time to apologize to them for their long absence.

#kalego x reader #mairimashita! iruma kun #kalego naberius #x reader #fem!reader

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

How would Mason go about training a pet that has developed really bad pica as a result of trauma? What if it gets worse out of anxiety, so when he thinks the training is complete, they just get right back to it?

I feel like I’m at about a 70% accuracy answering asks sorry. Like it’s there but not really what you asked for? Sorry.

TW: pet Whump training, skin picking and lip biting, mason does put his hand in a pets mouth, muzzle, mason and Devon being work buddy dicks.

“Ugh Mason I have no clue what’s going on with this one.”

Devon let himself into Mason’s office, dramatically sitting down in one of the plush armchairs. Mason snorted but finished typing before he turned.

“Remind me why we hired you.”

“Shut up. Seriously, this is a weird one. I’ve got a pet that’s eating rocks.”

Mason’s brow furrowed. “What?”

“Yeah you heard me right,” Devon sighed, rubbing his temples. “Left him alone in my cubby for half an hour and he was eating the gravel in the potted plant Katie gave me.”

Devon rubbed his hands vigorously against his face in frustration. “Have you ever even heard of that before? Shits weird.”

“Not that weird,” Mason corrected, logging out of his system. “And while it’s not common I have heard of it. I’ve got a theory.”

Mason stood. Devon stared up at him.

“…which is?”

Mason winked, eyes mischievous.

Devon rolled his eyes. “Right. Whatever, he’s in here.”

As they reached the cubby door, Mason paused. “You want good cop or bad cop?”

Devon laughed. “You do good cop? You, Mason Driver, do good cop?”

“Yes?” Mason responded, slightly offended. “I’m a professional trainer I do good cop all the time.”

“Please, I need to see it.”

Mason squinted mockingly at him and flipped Devon off as he opened the door.

The pet had been left sitting in the middle of the floor, wrists cuffed together and attached to an anchor in the rubber tile. Devon had left the cubby at a comfortable temperature, more likely out of habit than consideration for the pet’s t-shirt and shorts. The tight muzzle strapped around the bottom half of his face told a different story.

Devon was clearly upset when he picked out this particular piece of equipment. Designed for aggressive pets, the muzzle used multiple points of pressure to stabilize the jaw. Thick fabric connected to a head strap wrapped under the chin, over the mouth and cheeks, stopping only slightly under the nose for air. The straps continued up and over the forehead, connecting with the muzzle in the back of the head.

Only the pet’s shaggy brown hair and teary eyes were visible behind the dark fabric cutting though the shape of their face.

“Really?” Mason said, shaking his head at Devon. Devon responded in like, moody as he leaned up against the wall.

“Hey bud,” Mason said, voice dropping to something softer and more inviting. The pets wet eyes quickly glanced up to him and away and they shuffled away ever so slightly.

“It’s okay, I’m not here to hurt you,” he murmured as he adjusted the front of his dress slacks to crouch down. There were small scabs on the pets arms and legs. Not enough to be of concern, but enough to catch Mason’s eye.

“What are these?”

Mason gave the wrist restraint enough slack to gently move the pets arms wrists up. One or two of the worst spots have small colorful bandaids on them, as if a child had tried to help it feel better.

“Bug bites. Apparently the family went camping recently and got pretty big up. The owner had some too.”

Mason hummed noncommittally and stood.

“So?” Devon asked. Mason shook his head, “one more thing I wanna check.”

He grabbed a pair of latex gloves from Devon’s shelf and put them on, not missing the pet’s change in breathing.

“You’re okay,” he reassured, wheeling Devon’s stool over to sit as he started to remove the overwhelming muzzle. “Let’s get this off, you don’t need this nasty thing.”

Mason unhooked most of the fixtures, letting it hang from the attached collar in front of the pet. With more gentle reassurances, he gently checked the inside of the pets lips with his gloved fingers.

“Oh honey you’re biting the hell out of your mouth,” he said, trying not to irritate the deep cuts in the skin. “I’m sure that doesn’t feel good, does it?”

The pet whined softly, tears slowly making their way down his face. Mason took his hands away to remove his gloves, but didn’t move away. He ran one of his hands through the pet's hair and used another to thumb away some of the tears.

“And I’m sure eating things you're not supposed to makes it just feel so much worse, hm? Poor thing.”

The pets had completely melted into his hands, but nodded slightly in agreement.

“Something’s really got you all worked up. All anxious about something. Can you tell us? We can’t make it go away unless you tell someone.”

The pet's eyes darted up to his face and surprisingly stayed, searching for something. “I’m, I don’t like keeping secrets.”

Mason continued to rub his thumbs along the boy’s cheekbones. “And you shouldn’t. Especially when your owner or trainers give you an order.”

The pet shivered. “There’s. A man. That comes to the house after Master leaves and the kids go to school. The mistress and he… um, I’m not supposed to tell anyone or she’ll get angry.”

Mason was glad the pet had looked away, because he and Devon had locked eyes from across the room. Devon had to cough awkwardly to keep from laughing. Mason mouthed shut up at him, mouth curling up into a smile. This was absolutely going in the trainer group chat.

“Do you know the man?” Devon asked, breathing slightly shaky from contained snickers. Milkman he mouthed. Mason shook his head slightly. Old boyfriend.

“Master’s friend,” the pet replied miserably. Mason consoled him, pressing the pet's face into his knee as he and Devon silently screamed at each other across the room.

“Thank you for telling me, bud, you’re being very good for me. And now your trainer,” he paused, glancing to Devon, “Is going to take care of everything.”

Devon deflated a bit, rubbing his face again. He flipped Mason off, getting a silent kiss in response.

Mason was barely out of the room before he had his phone out, group chat already up.

#mason is good at his job #pet whump #whump #pet whump training #not me dealing with the aftermath of biting the shit out of my mouth #sorry anon I don’t know if this is what you wanted but !!! I wrote!!!!

[athenaalexandria]

I’ve also been thinking about ableism in America. Did you know researchers who taught sign language to chimps didn’t actually know sign language itself. They just took floating signs and modified them for ape hands and gave this new language spoken grammar. So not only are we saying that sign language isn’t a language and not respecting it, but we are also trying to force animals to communicate our way when really we should be trying to learn how to communicate their way. Like this is why so many neurotypicals are AWFUL pet owners. They don’t listen to their pet because they refuse to learn how and so even though they may love their pet they still hurt them in a myriad of ways simply because they refuse to understand that animals aren’t people and also aren’t toys but their own unique creature with their own unique communication.

Also continuing on the ableism side, why is it that when I am so depressed I want to go on a sewer slide and have to leave work for a few months, everyone’s first question is when I’ll be back to work. Not if I’m ok, not how they can help, but when I’ll be better and can get back to labor. Also there are companies that exist purely to say “you don’t deserve this time off so we won’t be giving you your pittance to live off of while you are sick”. It’s almost as bad as health insurance.

Also, why do people always assume the worst of your words? They never give the benefit of the doubt. They find the worst possible reading of your words and go off of that. Like I express frustration around getting my ADHD meds, and I get yelled at for wanting addicts to die. Like what??? Or I want to share a fun thing I made, and I get “called out” for advertising and being a shill. Like no we were talking about TikTok, I made a TikTok I was proud of that was getting traction and wanted to share my joy, and I get shut down.

Also I hold grudges for so long. Like these things happened 2 years ago and I’m still mad about it. I have to fight off the urge to message these people to this day. I blame being a Pisces because I’m hilarious.

I’ve been failed by nearly everyone in my life so consistently and egregiously that I don’t think I will ever be able to live a normal life. I am forever dealing with the consequences of other people’s choices on how they treated me, and that hurts more than the original acts themselves. Cutting off contact with parents cut my souls into ribbons. My “friends” only spending time with me out of pity cracked my mind. The crushing loneliness broke my body. And I was only 10. I’m a shriveled version of what I could have been. I don’t dislike who I have become, but I will never be thankful for the pain I’ve been through. Trauma doesn’t have silver linings, damage isn’t good, it’s just pain. You could have been who you are now with no hurt.

Anyways I’m really high, and I’ve been battling the realization that I might have DID or OSDD or something and I’ve been feeling a lot of emotions especially since I’m back on my HRT again. Not sure what this is but honestly I’m using tumblr as a diary at this point and that’s ok with me. I like the idea that nobody sees these posts so I can vent with the chance that maybe one day someone will stumble upon my blog diary thing as like an archeological find. Like oh wow here’s some ancient writings from a transgender lesbian with chronic pain and many mental disabilities! What a rare find!

Oh also I meant to bring up therapy is great but you have to show your cracks so they can put bandaids on and teach you the exercises to heal the breaks.

Plagiarism is bad, I’m sleepy? Goodnight

#highposting #diary entry #disability #ableism #animals

[casuallyimagining]

Home (24.5)

Hybrid Min Yoongi x Female Reader; Platonic OT7 x Female Reader; Namseok; Jinkook

Summary: After helping Yoongi get away from his abusive former owner, you’re left to focus on your relationship and how it progresses. That is, until you find six other hybrids who need your help, and their former owner decides he’s going to make your life hell. Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff Word Count: 838 Rating: M Warnings (updated per chapater): stalking, wild animal attack, major character injury, blood, implied homophobia, slight internalized homophobia, starvation, hospitalization, discussion of sexual assault, discussion of physical assault, discussion of controlling behavior, heavy petting, marking, slightly toxic relationship, spiraling thoughts, fictional discrimination, discussion of sex work

Major thanks to @eatjeanjin for beta-ing this and for listening to me complain almost constantly. You’ve been nothing but helpful and sweet, and I’m so grateful for your opinions and assistance.

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Sequel to Fix You. Read it first.

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Frantic wasn’t exactly a word Yoongi would use to describe himself on a regular basis. But right now, he was frantic, and he could feel it growing the more he picked up items and put them down. His collar was missing, he wasn’t sure for how long, and slowly, a pit was growing in his stomach.

He growled in frustration, dumping out the hamper in your bedroom and starting to go through the dirty laundry. It had to be somewhere. It had to be.

“Hyung?” Jungkook’s soft voice in the doorway made Yoongi jump. The pup’s ears were stock-straight–he looked worried. “Is everything okay?”

Yoongi shook his head, turning the shirt he wore the day before inside-out. “Have you seen my collar?”

“Your…” The pup’s ears flattened against his head. “Is it missing?”

“No, Jungkook. We’re playing hide and seek.” Yoongi felt bad for snapping–the younger hybrid obviously didn’t mean anything by his question–but he couldn’t help it. He would apologize later.

Jungkook hummed. “Want some help? Maybe I can help you sniff it out.”

Yoongi sighed. It wasn’t in the laundry. He nodded as he threw the clothes back in the hamper. “I’m checking the living room next.”

Almost immediately, the pup was bounding away, tail wagging behind him, happy to be helpful. They turned the living room upside-down in silence, tearing apart the couch, checking under the television, looking in the floor vents. Nothing.

Yoongi’s heart sank the more they looked. But then, in the kitchen-

“Oh! Here it is, hyung!” Jungkook’s head popped up from behind the trash can. In his hand sat a shiny silver chain and a circular medallion. It was a little dusty, and it was positively covered in shed fur, but it was his collar. “The chain’s broken,” the pup lamented, turning his hand and allowing the collar to pour into Yoongi’s palm.

As soon as it was in his grasp, Yoongi let out a shaky breath, his tail flicking behind him before wrapping around his arm. “Thanks for helping me find it.”

“Happy to help.” The pup flashed Yoongi a wide, toothy grin before trotting away, probably looking to go wait for Hobi to get home from work.

Sighing, Yoongi collapsed into a stool in the kitchen, the collar sitting sadly on the counter in front of him. Jungkook was right. The chain was broken at the clasp. He would have to ask you to get him a new chain.

Technically, he could go without it. He didn’t need a collar. You didn’t own him. The law only required that owned hybrids have collars so they weren’t mistaken for strays. The license in Yoongi’s wallet took care of that. But he liked his collar. It was… comforting.

He’d never had to wear a collar when Seungri was his owner–Seungri never really let them go anywhere that having one would be necessary. And really, he’d never wanted one. There was a time when he dreamed of being an independent hybrid, of not having an owner, of not being forced to wear a collar and be a second-class citizen.

That had changed the second he saw the collar display when you took him to the store for the first time.

He wanted one. No, he needed one. But more than that, he wanted you to give it to him. Even back then, he felt more connected to you than he had anyone else. He felt like he belonged. Not to you, like a pet, but with you, like a friend, like more. Yoongi had never felt like he belonged anywhere before. It had come so easy with you.

Footsteps in the hallway drew his attention, ears swiveling to catch the noise. He didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was. His whole body reacted to the scent–freshly brewed coffee and well-read books, the warmth of hot tea and honey, and just a hint of cinnamon–muscles relaxing and his anxiety from earlier calming almost immediately.

“Hey.” You hand found his hair almost immediately, your fingers carded through the strands softly. “Jungkook said your collar broke.”

Ah. So that was where the pup went.

“The chain snapped.” Yoongi sighed, pushing the broken chain towards you so that you could see.

You hummed, and for a second, perhaps irrationally, Yoongi thought you would be mad. But then you scratched gently at his scalp and kissed his forehead. “That’s okay. We can go later to the store and get you a new one.” You picked up the necklace, turning the pendant in your fingers. “Maybe a new one of these, too, if you’d like. Looks like it’s starting to rust.”

Yoongi’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. A small purr started in his chest. He was glad you’d come around on the collar. It was as much a part of you as it was him, at this point. A symbol of what you’d done for him. A symbol that, no matter what, he had a home with you.

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[ocean-blue-whump]

All the Light is Gone

Sunny + Star Masterlist

Thank you so much to @painful-pooch for helping me realize how I wanted to take this story. 

Sunny and Star Crew: @ashintheairlikesnow @whumpinggrounds @whumptakesthecake @justplainwhump @whumpfessional @winedark-whump - let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: pet whump, BBU, lady whump, male whump, DEATH, drunk and angry whumper, bonded whumpees, Romantic whumpees, just a whole lot of fear and conditioning, brief mention of self-harming behavior due to stress, mild sexism 

***

“No, you stupid bitch, that’s not what I—“ Hunter sighs in frustration, slamming his fist into the doorframe. “Fuck! Don’t you dare hang up on me, I will fire your ass so fast and make sure your little bonuses aren’t enough to get you through the week!”

All of Comet’s senses are going into overdrive at how angry Hunter is, and he keeps one hand on Star’s back, a snarl stuck in his throat. Owner. Angry. Danger. He knows how it works. Mr. Bianchi has something bad happen at work, and he gets mad, and the bonded pair of pretty, breakable Romantics become his outlet. Speaking of…Sunny is kneeling next to Mr. Bianchi, visibly shaking with each time their owner raises his voice. 

He shouldn’t be that close, not when Mr. Bianchi is so angry. The Romantics are gorgeous things, and Comet doesn’t understand why they’re starved, especially Star. His heart warms as he looks down at her, despite how tense she is. He loves her, but the bond between her and Sunny…

He loves her and he protects both of them when Mr. Bianchi’s guests get too handsy. That’s all he can do. 

Another shout from Mr. Bianchi has all three pets violently flinching. “Are you really that dumb? Do you understand how fucking basic this is? A goddamn baby could do it. My fucking pets could do it! Even the brainless mutt of a Guard Dog.”

It’s not supposed to hurt. But it does, and Comet tries to keep the red off his face, knowing it’ll only enrage the man. 

“Maybe you should sell yourself to WRU. I think you’d be better as a Romantic than my employee.” Hunter rolls his eyes. “Don’t trust a woman to do anything that requires the smallest bit of thinking.”

A particularly vicious kick to the doorframe has Sunny whimpering, his blue eyes full of fear, and Comet can tell that Sunny is doing his best not to pull away. 

He doesn’t envy that about the Romantics, all the training so they stay in place when a hand wraps around their necks and squeezes. 

Comet gets to pull away. Sunny stays still like a good boy, and Star gets beat into the ground for daring to move. He can feel it now, how she wants to run to the boy and save him. He keeps his hand on her back. Don’t move, or he’ll make me hurt you and that hurts me too.

“Oh, don’t tell me that I’m sexist, sweetheart, I got two Romantics and they’re different genders…I mean, yeah, I treat the girl worse cause she’s a fucking bitch! Just like you, sweetheart. Awh, you want to file a complaint against me? Did you forget who you work for? Yeah, you should be fucking scared!” Hunter punches the wall again and recoils in pain. “Fuck! Listen, you dumb bitch…”

Star’s head snaps up and her back straightens, taking a position of attention, and Ray’s heart drops when Mr. Bianchi notices. 

His smile is amused at first, but out of nowhere, his face twists with rage and he grabs an empty beer bottle, lobbing it at her head. 

There’s no time to prevent it from happening, and all Comet can do is watch. Star yelps as the bottle smashes into the side of her head, glass scattering everywhere. A few shards embed themselves into her face and the rest fall to the floor. 

Comet feels a surge in his chest, the need to protect her from Mr. Bianchi, but he’s powerless. If he does anything that he wasn’t ordered to, it’ll only get worse. 

Star picks the largest shard out of her face and throws it to the floor, a few drops of blood falling with it. Comet keeps his hand on her. Don’t move. Please, Star, don’t move.

You’re still pretty even with glass in your face and that makes me nervous.

“The dog thought I was talking to her. I’m not done with you, though. You fix your mistake now! I don’t fucking care if you don’t sleep for weeks.”

There’s a brief pause before Hunter gets quiet—a dangerous sort of quiet that sends a chill down Comet’s spine. “Say that again.”

It’s the eye of the storm and Comet knows tonight is only going to get worse.

“You fucked up that badly that we lost a fucking buyer?” Hunter’s hand fists in Sunny’s hair, drawing a whine from the boy. 

Both Star and Comet are tense, and he’s ready to grab her and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. 

Hunter gives Sunny a condescending shake while he growls into his phone. “Listen. I’m done with you and your smartass mouth. I’ll give you ten minutes. Pack your shit and start running. Ten minutes before I send someone after you to make sure you don’t fuck anything else up. Got that, bitch?” There’s true venom in his voice as he hisses out, “I’m angry? You’re goddamn right I’m angry! You just cost me thirty thousand dollars!”

His grip tightens on Sunny’s hair and he lifts the boy up, slamming him full force into the wall. 

There’s a crunch. There’s a sickening crunch and then silence. Sunny falls to the ground, his body twisted like a puppet. His eyes flutter open only to flutter closed just as quickly. 

Comet doesn’t realize what the ear piercing scream is until he feels Star jolt, wanting to race forward. 

He holds her back. He holds her back and he knows, something deep inside him knows the boy didn’t make it, isn’t breathing anymore. 

Star feels it. She’s curled up and screaming, pushing against Comet with all her might but not going anywhere.

Mr. Bianchi is quiet too, but he keeps the phone to his ear as he bends down and presses two fingers to the inside of his neck. His cold, angry eyes lock onto Comet after a minute of poking and prodding with no response from Sunny. 

The boy doesn’t move, his neck bent at a cruel and unnatural angle. All the light has been sucked out of the room and Star is still screaming, clawing at the floor and Comet can feel her grief and anger. Her pain is so great that it clogs up the air and leaves an acidic taste on his tongue. 

Mr. Bianchi breathes out, his fingers still pressed against Sunny’s neck. “Comet, get her out of here.”

He can’t move, his eyes are locked onto Sunny’s…body. 

“Comet, now!” Mr. Bianchi roars. “Get that stupid dog out of here and make her stop screaming!”

The yelling snaps Comet back to reality, lets the white walls come crashing down and remind him that he needs to follow orders. But more importantly, as he picks up a screaming, shaking Star, he feels a pang deep in his chest. He can’t lose both of them, and Mr. Bianchi seems drunk and angry enough to lash out at Star and kill her too. 

He can’t lose both the people he lives for. He was trained to keep both of them in line and with both of them gone, what would he do? 

With both of them gone, what would happen to the warmth that blooms inside him when he sees them smile? 

Mr. Bianchi is still talking on the phone, still talking about his work, and Comet feels himself get mad. He’s a good dog, he knows he is, but he wants to lunge and rip out Mr. Bianchi’s throat, watch the red drip across the hardwood floor. 

Sunny is dead, so he doesn’t. Instead, he does what he can and holds Star close, carrying her up the stairs and being careful not to jar the glass still stuck in her face. 

Mr. Bianchi is still talking like he didn’t just kill Sunny, like in a split second he didn’t just rip a bonded pair apart. 

Like Star’s heart didn’t rip out of her chest the second Sunny was killed. 

She’s an incoherent mess by the time they’re back in the pet room, and it’s scaring Comet. Star isn’t the one who acts like this, she’s not the one who falls apart. He gently sets her on the floor before heading to the bathroom to grab the med kit, her sobs echoing around him. 

He sits on the floor and gently brings her head into his lap while he works at removing the glass with tweezers. 

“He’s g-g-gone…” Star stammers out, her chest heaving. “Sir killed him…he killed Sunny…killed me too…Comet, it hurts, this can’t be happening…”

All that only confirms Comet’s suspicions. She feels his pain like it’s her own, and with him gone, she’s falling apart. He runs his hand through her hair, and the other finishes pulling glass from her face. 

Star shudders, gasping for air. “I’m dying, I can’t…I can’t do this, I need him back!”

Comet doesn’t know what to do. He can’t make it better but he doesn’t like watching her suffer. He pulls her into his lap, pressing her back against his chest. “Do you want to sleep?” he murmurs, arms wrapped around her waist. 

She can’t stop crying, a seemingly endless stream of tears falling down her scarred face. “M-make it stop…I see him dying…why would Sir do that? I n-needed Sunny to survive and now he’s gone! I l-loved him…he was the good one, he was always the good one and this is my fault.”

He’s not supposed to talk much, but he hasn’t cared about that rule for a while. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he whispers into her hair. 

Star scratches at her arms, her whole body shaking like Mr. Bianchi had come at her with the taser. “You gotta bring him back, Comet. You need to.”

A sob gets stuck in Comet’s throat and he can’t push it down before the sound escapes. “I can’t, Star, please stop hurting yourself.” He was made for violence and at the end of the day, when all the light is gone, it’s the only thing that makes sense. He puts Star in a chokehold, feeling tears spill down his cheeks. “G-goodnight, Star.”

And then, once she’s limp in his arms and he can finally let go, he whispers, “I loved both of you and I can’t lose you too.”

The last time Comet cried was in the Facility, being beaten with a baton for misbehaving. He’s a good Guard Dog now, and good Guard Dogs don’t cry, but he’s not a good Guard Dog. He failed to protect the bondeds. 

Maybe Mr. Bianchi bought him not to protect them, but at some point, that changed. He curls himself over Star’s body, sobbing pathetically. He lives to protect them and he failed. 

He loved them both, but their Sunshine is gone. 

Sunny has gone and taken all the light with him. 

#bbu #box boy universe #bonded whumpees #lady whump #male whump #character death #alcohol tw #pet whump #star #sunny #comet #hunter bianchi #blue's words

[strandbuckley]

Hot Chocolate Weather

For TWP 12 Days of Tarlos @tarlosweeklyprompts

Dec. 12: Enjoying Hot Chocolate Together

TK and Carlos ride out a storm together and test out a Reyes family recipe.

Read on ao3 here

“I’m not liking the way this looks,” Carlos grumbled, stepping away from the window where he’d been peeking out at the storm. The plastic blinds crackled when he released them and TK pushed down the urge to fuss about him bending the pieces. It was a pet peeve he'd never been able to get over after years of being scolded for peering through the blinds of rented apartments in the same fashion. As if sensing his frustration, Carlos gently adjusted the bent piece before drawing the curtains over the window. Out of sight, out of mind. 

“Do you think it’s gonna get bad? Judd was saying something about tornado weather.”

TK really hated storms. They weren’t an anomaly in New York but something about the humidity of the South and the potential for tornadoes made it worse. Plus past experiences with storms, rain, ice, dust, or otherwise, he was understandably wary of weather that wasn’t sunny and blue skies. 

“The news is saying just some bad thunderstorms here, babe. But I’m gonna pull out some candles just in case the power goes out.”

Severe thunderstorms had been brewing in Austin over the last several days with the potential of tornadoes in other parts of the state and it was finally coming to a head. Luckily, TK had just finished his last twenty-four-hour shift for the week and Carlos was finishing up a highly annoying stint on the night shift, so they had a long weekend together to ride out the storm. 

Carlos moved across the loft, digging up their abundance of candles that had been thrown into a random drawer during the moving process. Living in Texas his whole life, Carlos had amassed a collection of mismatched tea lights and taper candles only to be used in the event of a power outage. 

“It looked pretty nasty when we were out on calls today. When do you think the bottom is gonna fall out?”

His answer didn’t come from Carlos but from the loud crack of thunder and the subsequent torrential downpour that began beating the windows of the loft. 

“Never mind, I have my answer. Thank you Mother Nature.”

Carlos chuckled and joined him in his sprawled-out position on the couch. “You wanna watch Grand Designs? We have a couple of episodes to catch up on and nothing else to do for the next few days.”

“Sounds perfect,” TK tucked his feet under him and curled into Carlos’ warmth. “Let’s just pray the power doesn’t go out.”

“Don’t jinx it.”

“Doesn’t this building have backup generators?”

“Only for the lights in the hallway, so we don’t fall and kill ourselves if we have to evacuate.”

“If all else fails we can try and play Catan with two people.”

“I’m not sure how well that would work babe,” Carlos stifled his laugh where his face was buried in TK’s hair. “We do have Scrabble though.”

“Wasn’t it you that said, and I quote ‘In this house we Catan’?”

“You’ve got me there.”

Carlos navigated the TV menu, pulling up Grand Designs and pressing play on an episode they hadn’t seen yet. He relaxed into the couch, glad to have some time just the two of them. The previously scheduled 126 hang had been canceled due to weather, and while Carlos loved their friends, he was bone tired and not feeling in a very host-like mood. He wanted nothing more than to spend the next four days in their current position, and maybe a few others once he caught up on sleep.

TK leaned heavily on this shoulder, occasionally making comments about the choices the builders and owners were making, but otherwise content to just enjoy the show and his company. 

Carlos had barely dozed off when TK tugged on his shirt, “Baby, we should make hot chocolate. It’s the perfect weather for it.”

It took him a minute to process the request, his sleep-addled brain still coming back online.

“That sounds good babe,” he agreed, once his body had gotten with the program. “Let me just make sure we have the ingredients.”

“Ingredients? Don’t we just need milk and the little packets?”

“Have I taught you nothing Tyler? Homemade is much better. Come on, I’m gonna teach you a family recipe.”

Carlos moved into the kitchen muttering to himself as he began pulling things out of the pantry. TK padded in behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist as he watched him pull out more ingredients than TK had ever seen used for hot chocolate. 

“Can you grab me a saucepan and turn the heat on to medium?”

“Yep.”

TK rummaged through the lower cabinet as Carlos moved over to a small wooden box and flipped through a handful of index cards until he found what he was looking for. TK emerged victorious with the saucepan and sat it on the stove, then flipped the knob over until the flame lit and adjusted the heat according to Carlos’ directions. 

“Grab the milk from the fridge too please?”

TK once again obeyed his instructions, bringing over the oat milk Carlos always laughed at him for putting in the cart, but had become a staple in their fridge. 

“My Mami would slap me upside the head for using oat milk in this,” he teased, measuring it out and pouring it into the pan anyway. 

“Just don’t let her know I converted you,” TK leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Measure out these spices,” he handed over a faded index card, ripped around the edges, with various spices and measurements scrawled on it. It wasn’t Carlos’ handwriting and he wasn’t sure that it was Andrea’s either. “Cut the cayenne in half though, since you’re a lightweight.”

“Very funny.”

They worked in amicable silence, moving around each other in a way that had only been perfected by months of running into each other until they learned their partner’s natural orbit. Carlos hummed along to the quiet music he had turned on, never being able to cook in the quiet, stirring the mixture as TK very carefully measured out the spices according to the directions bestowed upon him and handed them over. 

“You said this was a family recipe,” TK said, hopping up on the counter next to the stove, careful to avoid the heat. “How long have you been making this?”

“My whole life,” Carlos reached around him for the chocolate and poured some in without consulting the directions then resumed his stirring. “There’s been a few iterations in my family. My dad’s grandmother made the first one, but it’s had some tweaks and changes over the years. This is a combination of her recipe and my Tia Lucy’s.”

“It looks amazing, I’ve never seen so much go into just hot chocolate.”

“My family does nothing by halves.”

Carlos finally deemed the concoction ready, reaching above TK’s head to pull out mugs. TK couldn’t help but giggle at the choices, Carlos subconsciously grabbing each of their favorite mugs. TK’s was a gag gift from Judd for his birthday, covered in pictures of Buttercup’s big, goofy face. Carlos’ was one that TK had found and bought for him just because, hand painted with the Northern Lights. 

Carlos ladled a healthy amount into both mugs, topping them with marshmallows and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

“Tell me what you think.”

TK took a sip, careful not to burn his tongue. It wasn’t as sweet as what he was used to, and he could taste the heat of the spices but it wasn’t unpleasant. It made him feel warm in the best possible way and he eagerly took another sip.

“This is literally the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had.”

“Good,” Carlos said, finally taking a sip from his own mug and humming contentedly. “My Mami will be glad to know it got your seal of approval.”

“If you make this again, I might just have to marry you,” TK teased, leaning up to kiss him, chasing the taste of bittersweet chocolate on his lips. 

“I guess I’ll just have to make it for the rest of our lives.”

“You’re gonna ruin norma; hot chocolate for our kids,” TK said casually. “They’re gonna think it’s crazy the first time they try Swiss Miss.”

Carlos hid his blush at the mention of their future children behind the rim of his mug, but TK caught the barest hints of a smile in his eyes. 

They were startled from their moment by the flickering of lights just before the apartment was plunged into darkness.

“You had to tempt fate didn’t you.”

Carlos used his phone flashlight to navigate to the living area, lighting enough candles to make things visible, but not enough to be concerned about a five-alarm. Luckily he lived with a firefighter and based on previous experience, had a fire extinguisher in every room. 

TK joined him, looking perfectly cozy in the candlelight, his mug cradled in his hands. They finished their drinks, now warmed from the inside out, and placed their mugs on the coffee table to be taken care of later.

Carlos laid back on the couch, pulling TK on top of him like a finance-shaped weighted blanket.

“You know,” TK mumbled from where his face was buried in Carlos’ neck. “If I get to spend all of them like this, I might actually learn to like storms.”

“There you go tempting fate again,” Carlos groaned, no real annoyance in his voice. “If we get you liking storms the rain may never stop.”

“Yeah whatever,” TK laughed, snuggling impossibly closer. “Blow out those candles so I can take a nap.

The power came back on a few hours later, startling them both out of their slumber when various devices started beeping as they came back online. They threw a frozen pizza in the oven, too lazy to make a real meal, and picked up where they left off on their show. The rain continued on through the night, a soundtrack to their evening as they washed dishes and showered together before turning into bed early. 

Carlos took his position as big spoon, nuzzling his nose into TK’s damp hair. He was once again almost asleep when the other man spoke, “I thought up something you can put in your vows.”

“What is it?”

“I promise to make you hot chocolate every time it rains.”

“I think we can work something out,” he chuckled. “Now go to bed Tyler.”

“Goodnight Carlos.”

“Goodnight babe.”

(If a few months later the line was worked into his vows, that was no one’s business but theirs. And if TK had the recipe memorized by the end of the year, then that was no one’s business either)

#TWP12DaysofTarlos #911 lone star #tarlos fic #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star fic #my works

[cowboytranslator]

occupation: dreamcatcher

Name: Liang Shangjun 

Age: 27 years

Zodiac sign: Pisces

Blood type: A

I’ll speak honestly: I’m a thief. But I don’t steal gold or diamonds. I only steal the unstealable-- I steal dreams. The hardest part about stealing dreams is that you can never judge a dream’s quality just by looking at the wealthiness of the owner, or how beautiful or ugly they are, or whether or not they’re happy.  They emerge in a flash, but are so fleeting. It’s difficult to store them, but there’s also no way of completely getting rid of them. I guess you could say that they have no value at all. But if you steal a beautiful dream, and manage to tumble into that fantastic, mysterious feeling of happiness— then you’ll know that the sensation truly can’t be traded for any amount of gold.

Greatest wish: To buy a BMW and go on a joyride.

Happiest thing: Dreaming that I’m within Totoro’s dream.

Saddest thing: I’m slowly developing insomnia.

Your favourite activity: Playing video games all day and all night, and not having a trace of guilt afterwards.

Your pet peeve: When I’m hungover and unable to work.

A memory you’re proud of: I once stole a bizarre dream from Haruki Murakami. 

A memory that frustrates you: I once tripped and fell while inside Keanu Reeves' dream.

Notes: I’ve gathered multitudes of interesting dreams. If you’d ever like to buy a good dream,  please get in touch. TEL: [phone].

translator's notes:

his name, 梁上君(子), is a shortened version of the idiom for “thief”. it means, literally, “the gentleman on the roof beam”.

wrote it in pinyin anyways to try and uphold the joke.

“totoro” in mandarin is 龙猫。

murakami’s full name is “村上春树“.

keanu (基诺李维) pissed me off so bad because i absolutely could not tell who it was. if you say it out loud it's "jinuo liwei" and i was thinking ?? "jino levy"?? "gina lewis"??

TURNS OUT IT'S KEANU REEVES...

i don't know how to write phone numbers normally LOL just know the second part is the extension that you have to dial after the first part. yes i tried calling it. no it doesn't work.

#cowboytranslating #langblr #language #reading #study #booklr #studyblr #studystudystudy #creative writing #creativity #中文 #translated literature #translating #writing #translation #study motivation #chinese #currently reading #book recommendations #books and reading #bookworm #book #book lover #art #writeblr #on writing #write #dream #english #education

[starresky]

Since @moresassythanclassy requested it, here is a modern AU take on Kate and Anthony with the gender roles reversed, with Kate being the one needing to marry out of duty. Not sure if I will continue, so let me know if you would want to read more:

It Feels Like I’ve Won

[AO3 Link]

“Ms. Sharma, we have a problem,” Penelope Featherington said to her boss, Kate Sharma, owner and CEO of BuddyBoxes, the #1 pet treats subscription service worldwide.

“Pen, how many times do I have to remind you? You’re paid to provide me solutions, not problems,” Kate smirked, tapping a pen against her desktop as she looked out at the city skyline from her executive office in the BuddyBox Building.

“Umm, of course, but honestly, I’m a little terrified of how you’ll react to the solution Marketing and PR is proposing.” Penelope held up her planner protectively in front of her as if shielding her from Kate’s impending reaction.

Kate turned in her chair to face Penelope, an eyebrow raised. “I won’t shoot the messenger. Just spit it out.”

Penelope paced back and forth, starting and stopping as she willed herself the confidence to share the bad news. “They want you to get married,” Penelope squeaked out in a rushed breath, her eyes anywhere but looking at Kate.

Kate laughed. A hysterical, cold, wild laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

Penelope flinched. “Puppy Foods, the pet food company we want to collaborate with, is all about family values and the contacts we have at the company have said they’ve been hesitant to work with us since they don’t think we match their family-friendly image.”

“What?!” Kate hissed. “What is more family friendly than pet treats and accessories? Everyone loves Newton! Kids, parents, old ladies, everyone! Even people who hate pets, love Newton.” Newton was Kate’s cherished dog and the mascot of BuddyBox.

Penelope slowly backed away towards the door. “I’m sorry, I should have been clearer. They love Newton. It’s, um, it’s you.”

Kate’s eyes narrowed. “Me? What about me?”

Penelope held her planner even tighter. “They worry that a single woman with a new man on her arm at every event doesn’t project the, errr, stable, family life they are trying to promote.”

Kate let out a curse. Could everyone just let her live already? She had already sacrificed her entire life for this company, spent years toiling away in school, grit her teeth while being talked down to by all of her father’s associates until she proved through blood, sweat and tears she could do her duty and carry on her father’s legacy by bringing her father’s pet store company into the modern age. What else did they want from her?! Now she was supposed to give up the one thing that gave her any release from the chains around her neck?

Kate pressed her fingers to her head, a migraine starting to burn through her brain. “Fine,” she said, her lips thinned in resignation. “So exactly how quickly do I need to get married? City Hall? Las Vegas? What’s Marketing’s plan here?”

Penelope’s jaw dropped for a moment before she found her voice. “Um, not like that, err, they said it has to look natural. They said they can sell it if you at least start showing up at events with someone that would help you look like you’re planning to settle down seriously.”

“And do they have a husband in mind for me?” Kate sneered. “Or a PowerPoint presentation where I can just pick the man I’ll be shackled to for the rest of my life?”

Penelope bit her bottom lip. “They haven’t gotten that far. Honestly, they didn’t think you would go for it.”

Kate groaned in frustration. “This partnership with Puppy Foods would ensure the company stays on top for years to come. My dad’s company would be thehousehold name he always dreamed it would be. It’s my responsibility to make sure that happens no matter what.”

“It’s your company now, Kate,” Penelope said softly. “What about what you want?“

“Whatever is best for the company is what I want,” Kate insisted. “For my father, and for Edwina and Mary who entrusted me with this company.”

Penelope knew fighting with her stubborn boss and friend would be fruitless. “Okay, then how about I reach out to my friend Eloise? Her sister Daphne knows all the most eligible bachelors looking to settle down, and we can come up with some candidates for you.”

“Daphne Bridgerton?”

Penelope nodded.

“Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Bridgerton . . . “ Kate tapped her lip, searching her brain for why that name was lighting up in her mind. Then she searched through the piles of documents and brochures on her desk from various product partners. Her eyes lit up when she found what she was looking for: the latest issue of a popular business magazine with a tall, dark and handsome gentleman on the cover. She beamed and held up the magazine for Penelope to see, shaking it in victory.

Penelope stared at the cover, her forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Yes, that is Daphne’s older brother on the cover . . . as one of the most eligible bachelors in London.” Penelope’s eyes widened as she realized the meaning behind the headline.

“Exactly! And since you know Daphne you can get his number for me. Actually, just schedule drinks for us this Friday. Yes, this will work perfectly.” Kate’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as the gears turned quickly in her mind. This would be the perfect solution. She could go on a few dates with this Bridgerton bachelor, lock down this deal, and maybe after a short one year marriage of convenience, they could go their separate ways. “If I have to be associated with someone, it might as well be the golden boy of the moment, don’t you think?”

Penelope shook her head, instincts screaming at her that this was a bad idea. “But you don’t even know him. He doesn’t really seem your usual, um, type.”

Kate laughed. “What does it matter? This is business and it’ll all be for show anyway. I’m sure I can charm him into seeing the benefits of being seen with me and how that can help the Bridgerton Group as well. Bridgerton Group may not yet be on our level but they could be with my help. He knows our circles and I’m sure he can be discreet.”

“Are you sure?” Penelope asked, clearly skeptical of the whole idea.

“Yes, set it up. By next week I’ll get him on his knees, and I’ll be Mrs. Sharma-Bridgerton just in time for the ink to dry in our contract with Puppy Foods.”

Despite Kate’s triumphant face, Penelope sighed. She had a bad feeling about this. While she knew Kate was extremely persuasive, what were the chances Benedict Bridgerton would agree to this whole scheme?

And more importantly, what were the chances his protective older brother, Anthony Bridgerton, would allow it?

#kathony #kanthony #anthony x kate #kate x anthony #bridgerton #kathony fanfic #kanthony fanfic #bridgerton fanfiction

[unseelie-robynx]

Hello…so I remember from the doc with the outline of the Tyrant Prince au that Spindrax was mentioned in the Bad End to have picked a fight with Mei when everyone was escaping and Mei deciding to make the spider her wife. I know she isn’t part of the Red Awakening ending but if she was what would she be like?

So HERE is a link to the Tyrant Prince post and Doc and HERE is a link to the Red's Awakening post for anyone who wants context

So with Spindrax showing up at the end of the Bad End of the Tyrant Prince AU, she came because the other Spiders vanished off the map and she was trying to find out what happened with no one in the city. For the Red Awaking ending, Goliath is 'vanished' and Syntax + Huntsman are in the same boat they were in for the Bad End, but Spider Queen is on public display as basically a free-use slave. She can't say no to anything anyone tells her to do (within certain limits obviously, she can’t like go hurt people or anything like that), and she's trapped screaming inside her head while her body eagerly and gleefully obeys people.

So Spindrax is going to... well not have answers but have a good reason to be extra wary and on guard. This is going to make her harder to catch, and also means that the 'rivalry' stage of Xiaojiao getting obsessed with her will probably last longer and build up even more.

That's going to be important, because where as in the Bad End Xiaojiao got her taste for owning someone and sadism from physically breaking Syntax while they figured out a music mix that would work on him, and then kept that up with the 'reinforcement' sessions that would take place, that wouldn't really be the case in the Red's Awakening ending I don't think. Mainly because the deal Huntsman made with Red is going to prevent anything too 'torture'y from happening to Syntax, so that route’s out (even if Red might actually encourage it in this ending)

Instead, that obsession and frustration are going to grow and she's probably going to occasionally take it out on SQ and maybe start to get a taste for it that way.

In the Bad End, Spindrax ended up as a sort of extra broken Wife. Braindead and clingy, but with just enough of a false spark to get jealous and cause problems so Xiaojiao could 'discipline' her. That wouldn't happen in the Red Ending, because 'Wife' is a more tender thing after everything with Red, and the precedent of casual on the side physical abuse that adding in Syntax caused in the Bad End isn't there, so Spindrax isn't going to end up 'Wifeified'.

She will be broken however, if Xiaojioa gets her hands on her, but more as a living punching bag. Not even a doll or a pet because one of those is for playing with and the other is for taking care of and while Xiaojiao might end up 'promoting' Spindrax to that after a while if she gets fond of her, she is very much going to be solely for stress relief and the feeling of victory of having finally caught the trouble maker to start with.

So in short things are really going to suck for Spindrax if she becomes part of the Red Awakening ending. Even if Xiaojiao gets bored with having a living punching bag, her brain is going to end up extreamly broken, and if Xiaojiao decided her ‘crimes’ justify it, she might even end up like SQ and be aware the entire time and trapped watching until she breaks to good old fashioned way from the pain and trauma of it all.

 (Side note, I was also thinking about like, outfits and how Spindrax might get redesigned in this, as the whole, striping of agency in combination of the new ‘owner’ redesigning what the person wears and their appearance, is a whole thing in the Oblivion Verse. In the Bad End, Spindrax ends up with cyber-punk to appeal to Xiaojiao’s wanting a ‘tougher’ pet wife that ‘acts out’ but I’m really not sure for this version of her. I think at the beginning, when she’s just stress relief/ sadism outlet there wouldn’t be any of that and she’d just be in whatever Xiaojiao caught her in, but torn up and cut and the like, but if she ever gets ‘upgraded’ to a pet I’m not sure that the cyber-punk would still fit. It feels like giving Spindrax more ‘power’ than Xiaojiao would want her to have. I’m almost leaning towards a sort of silky/ribbony dance costume type thing. Something soft and fragile looking, to let Xiaojiao emphasize how much she’s won.)

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[rottenbrainstuff]

Man so I have to say it, hate me and send me anon hate and whatever you want but I’m getting so tired:

I’m getting a lot of suggested childfree posts on Instagram. I have absolutely no idea why. No matter how many times I click not interested these will not fucking go away and it’s irritating.

I really don’t give two shits about whether people want to or do not want to have kids, I really do not. But “childfree” as a Thing is just so fucking weird to me. I get the frustration with societal pressure that assumes that everyone should have kids, the relatives who won’t stop bugging you about things that aren’t their business, I get that and I support you, ok?

But guys, you can stand up for your right to live your life how you want without being a weirdo and without fucking insulting other people ok? Reading this shit reminds me of struggling to fit in at my college as an older student, and I was the only one in my class who had a kid, and listening to my own goddamned teachers make jokes about “breeders” and “crotch dumplings” like how fucking dare you shit on my life like that? Deciding kids aren’t for you is one thing, making it your personality and lifestyle is a whole other thing and quite frankly it’s creepy and annoying and weird.

I personally don’t really like dogs. Dogs that do a job like hunting or herding are kind of cool, but as I pet, I don’t really like them. I think dogs are stinky and gross and destructive. I think a lot of people have really bad behaved dogs in public and it’s annoying. Dogs shit and piss everywhere outside and some people don’t clean it up and it makes me mad. My youngest kiddo has a dog phobia and I hate how people let their unleashed dogs run everywhere and it scares him. I think dogs are expensive and take a lot of work and I can’t see myself ever wanting to do that. It feels to me like having to take care of a toddler that is never going to grow up and become independent and that feels overwhelming to me. Society’s promotion of dogs as “man’s best friend” is a bit eye-rolling to me. Dogs are loyal friends, and cats are evil bastards and it’s ok to kick them down the stairs. Everyone I know seems to have dogs and they talk about their dogs all the time and I cant relate. I’m tired of the people who feel so fucking entitled to their stupid nasty dogs that they slap on those vests so they can bring them places they shouldn’t be, and then I have to navigate past these poorly trained “service dogs” who are trying to run up to me and lick me while I’m at my old job or while I’m getting groceries.

But never once have I ever thought of proclaiming myself to be dogfree, living a dogfree life. I have made absolutely zero posts about how much I don’t like dogs and how glad I am that I don’t have any and how much better my life is for not having any dogs. I’ve never made rude posts talking about how dirty I think dog owners’ houses are, how much nicer my furniture is because it’s not being chewed all the time, how much money I’m saving because I don’t have to spend it on groomers and damage deposits and whatever. I don’t make a post talking about being oppressed every time some idiot says I should get rid of my cat and get a dog instead.

I don’t do this, because my personality and my life aren’t based around not having a dog. Basing your personality on being against something is weird and creepy no matter what that thing is. I don’t care if you don’t want kids. Cool. Don’t have kids then. But I don’t want to hear about your Childfree Lifestyle. Don’t call other people breeders for fucksake, and don’t think of mean names to call other people’s children. Children are human beings for chrissake. If you are typing out a sentence complaining about some children you saw somewhere, try replacing the word “child” with “disabled person” or “senior citizen” and if that sentence suddenly sounds not ok, maybe don’t fucking post it. Tired of it.

I also don’t like all the Mommy blogs Instagram thinks I want to see either, but god nothing is as obnoxious as the Childfree bullshit.

[sweetestofchaos]

Hey girl I want to tell you something because I feel bad about it.

Okay so my sister is a really “busy” person who her only priority is work she haves 3 children and she doesn’t care about them they will go weeks with out showing and she makes one of the kids sleep on the leavings room floor or kitchen with out a blanket or pillows she treats them super bad and she doesn’t even buy them new shoes when the old ones are ripped she only cares about her self she needs to have the new iPhone a new clothes and other stuff .

So today she told she one of her coworkers was giving kittens away and ask me if she should get one and I told her no because she’s. It responsible she only doesn’t clean her house and haves two bunny’s that sleep on their own pee/poop I told her that taking in a kitten will be hard because they need a lot of attention and I also told her that she needed to get the cat fix and up to date with the vaccines and sometimes they ask to get your gat some blood test when they get surgery and I told her that’s I’ll be expensive since the cat doesn’t have vaccines or anything and she got mad I also pointed out that her kids are aggressive with animals and she got mad because I told her that and said that I was jealous (all because the cat she was gonna get looked like mine witch idk if she got that got but since she’s not responsible to take care of her kids I new she won’t be the same with the cat) it poses me off and I got upset because poor baby doesn’t deserve an owner my sister or to live in a bad condition. So idk what to feel if i should apologize or to ignore it.

Sorry for the long rant I’m just frustrated 😭😭😭

First of all, I am sorry to hear that you and those children are having to deal with all of this. No child should have to deal with such a shit parent.

Secondly, no. Not at all. You do not have to apologize for stating the truth. If you sister is a shit parent, let her know. Over and over and over again until it sinks in. How are you going to get another pet when you refuse to take care of your children...make it make sense. You are not in the wrong at all.

If she won't put the time into her kids and the pets she already has...what will happen to the kitten? The bunnies could hurt it or the kitten could hurt the bunnies. Also if her children are rough with animals, they could hurt the kitten as well and that wouldn't be good for anyone.

Has no one stepped in to talk some sense into your sister? Why does she still have her children if they are being neglected so badly? Also, are you the same anon from before that told me about their sister and kids? I'm sorry if you aren't and are new here. I've had another anon come to me with something in the same field.

Again, I so sorry that you and the children have to deal with this bullshit. I am here if you need to vent some more or just need someone to talk to. Sending you all my love and best wishes!!!

Chell

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