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bonny-kookoo · 11 months

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Jungkook: 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂 (Intro)

Jewels, Money, Shiny things- stuff he's been collecting before he stumbled upon you. Now the only thing he's greedy for is you.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Cat Hybrid!Reader, Major fluff!, suggestive themes & heavy flirting, Primal themes (biting, grooming aka he licks her neck lol, scenting, manhandling), size difference because come on this is my content and you know my kinks by now don't act surprised

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Jungkook is humming to himself in a good mood as he cuts open a cardboard box delivered, knife cutting through the tape holding everything safely together.

Almost instantly you're in the room with him as well, ducking under one of his arms to catch a glimpse of what he's gotten delivered. "Hey- I've got a knife here, careful." He chuckles, gently pushing you a bit so you sit a bit further away as he pulls out the plastic wrapped item. "Oh, nice! I was worried it might be a little too small.." He mumbles more so to himself as he opens the vacuum packed item, fluffing it up as you watch with wide open eyes.

"You bought it!" You tell him, amazed, and he grins, opening another sealed back that contains a fitting pillow for the human-sized pet bed he'd bought for you. It was a little on the more expensive side for him- but to see your eyes sparkle like that, and watch you grab and drag is towards a sunny spot near his windows is enough of a reward for it.

It's something that you never really experienced prior to living with Jungkook. He's offering you more than just a home, or basic care- he offers love, a feeling of belonging, comfort and a sense of security.

His kind is, on earth, often times compared to dragons for their heavy and alligator-like tails and uniquely diamond-shaped pupils, but mostly for their behavior of collecting things. Food, money, candy- some even collect blankets or pillows or plants, there's nothing one won't attempt to hoard more of if it brings them joy or happiness. Jungkook himself is pretty tame for a Xiro- he only really hoards food and snacks at home, but has started to become rather fond of spoiling you instead of himself. He's got a whole collection of hybrid stuff- medications, supplements, snacks, collars and toys- it's all there, even emergency medical stuff, just in case, because you never know.

He's not only your owner after all, but your mate- lifelong companion, your protector and lover, and he won't ever give you a reason to complain about that fact.

He folds the cardboard box together to throw away later, before he walks over to you, playfully manhandling you around to lay in the, for him way too small, bed with you on top of him. "I might have to put it away again if you lay in it more than you want to be with me.." He chuckles, though you know there's a hint of truth in his joke.

Jungkook is awfully possessive when it comes to you and your attention.

"No, I'll always like you most." You purr quietly, and he offers a happy sounding growl before he closes his eyes, basking in the sun shining onto his body with you. "Nap time?" You ask, and he chuckles, nodding.

"Nap time."

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Your favorite way of cuddling has become to sleep almost on top of Jungkook.

He's warm, like the sun, and strong enough not to be fazed at all by your added weight on top of his chest either. It also reassures you during sleep that he's still there, and that you're not alone.

Jungkook himself loves it too.

He knows it's sometimes tough to adapt your body to his nocturnal sleep schedule- but very amusingly to him, you're totally capable of sleeping anywhere he takes you as long as he's in reach. It's made it very easy for him to take you to work for example- his job being what brought him to you in the first place, though tonight he's simply offering company to his friends at the small restaurant one of them owns.

It's then that a couple of police officers walk in, clearly not there for simple food.

"Sir- can I check your papers for her please?" A more elderly guy in official uniform asks Jungkook, looking at you who's currently sleeping rolled up in a blanket-burrito on one of the nearby chairs close to Jungkook. It's common for law enforcement to check ID's of hybrids these days, since a lot of them are illegally trafficked on to his planet, cases rising rapidly for reasons no one's entirely sure of yet. It's a little sad to him how earth and humans seem to try and 'get rid' of your kind so shamelessly- but he's no politician, nor does he want to really involve himself into this mess at all.

He's got you, and that's all that matters.

"Sure." He says, used to the procedure as he moves to grab his bag to fetch his wallet. "I only got her identification card with me though, I hope that's alright." He mumbles, pulling out the card in question before he gets out his own, already aware that that's gonna be asked next.

"That should be fine. Just gotta match up the ID tattoo on her to make sure if you don't mind." The officer says, and Jungkook nods.

"Yeah sure." He offers, moving towards you to carefully run a hand over your shoulder first as to not startle you on accident. "It's right here." Jungkook shows the inside of your ear, the officer matching it up by sight with what's written on your ID card, before he nods and gives him back his items.

"Thanks. It's just a routine thing- cases have been popping up left and right these days.." The man sighs, writing something down in a booklet. "Her medical records all up to date?" He questions, and Jimin nods.

"She's scheduled for tomorrow for her yearly vaccinations. They're expiring in two months I think, but we wanna travel soon so I wanted to get it done sooner rather than later." Jungkook chats, and the officer nods.

"Very good. If only everyone was like this.." the man sighs, watching as his coworker seems to argue a bit with a young man and his own hybrid next to him. "I won't bother you any further. Have a nice night." He offers, before leaving to aid his colleague in the argument he's involved in.

You move around a little, wiggling closer to his chair as he sits down again, both Jin and Taehyung emerging from the kitchen, sitting down. "Man, humans are a struggle.." Seokjin sighs, leaning his head on his hand. "Why can't they be nocturnal? I've been working all day, no breaks!" He whines, and you wiggle out your arm to reach out and pat the older man's head. He looks at you with squinted eyes at that, an action that years prior would've scared you-

But Xiro people are gentle giants, you've come to learn.

"Hah, if Jungkook wasn't written on all the documents I'd steal you right away." He complains, and Taehyung laughs at Jungkooks playfully angry face, his tail swiping from left to right.

"You keep your grabbing claws to yourself old hag." He insults the oldest at the table, who's mouth gapes open at the audacity of the youngest.

"How could you!" He scolds. "Younglings these days, wear a sleeve full of ink and think they're free to do whatever!" He shakes his head, making you giggle.

You love the carefree banter Jungkook has with his friends.

You love hanging out with them, their friendship something not commonly seen on earth anymore since the collapse. People aren't really too warm anymore on earth, rather concerned with finding a new villain to blame for everything wrong every day it seems like. So in a way, you're glad Jungkook chose to take you with him back when he volunteered to help give Hybrids back on earth their identification tattooed. It was a form of social work, a publicity thing created to familiarize humans with the Xiro people and their planet. It worked.. mildly successful.

Though it was a win in the lottery for you.

"I should probably head home, she needs to sleep in a proper bed." Jungkook says after a moment, and Seokjin nods.

"Hah, I always forget they sleep during the night. You could just leave her here though-" He offers, though he receives a glare from the younger alien.

"Absolutely not. Get your own, old man." He scoffs playfully, getting up to put on your coat for you. It's pretty windy on his planet tonight, so he's learned to bundle you up to prevent you from getting cold.

"Pah, I just might! Stupid kid." He growls, shaking his head. "Here, take those though. Poor thing is probably living off of nothing but pre-made meals." He gives you the bag full of boxes filled with what he knows are your favorite foods.

"I cook for her, thank you." Jungkook rolls his eyes, before he properly says his goodbyes, your hand in his as you walk home in the lowering suns of his planet.

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You remember how you'd met him.

He was intimidating to say the least- ink underneath his skin swirling around slightly, eyes sharp and piercings glimmering in the lights around him. His tall statue and rather muscular physique definitely didn't help his case either- so it shouldn't have been surprising to him how you'd glare at him as if ready to strike if he'd attempt to harm you.

"You're cute, really, but you gotta show me that pretty ear of yours." He'd chuckled softly, head tilted innocently and his smile almost docile.

A careworker wants to scold you, reaches out- but the man who's name tag read 'JUNGKOOK', holds out his hand in a silent demand to let him handle it himself.

"What can I do to make you more comfortable?" He'd asked, and your ears had slowly relaxed, surprise having caught you off guard. No one's ever asked you a question like that prior to him- you didn't know what to answer to that. "Hm?" He'd pressed softly, and you'd shrugged, looking around nervously. "Thats a pretty tail you have there. My kind has them too." He'd smiled, a grin more akin to a rabbit than the dragons his kind gets compared to, heavy alligator-like tail swaying behind him as if to show it off.

"...is it heavy?" You'd asked bluntly, and He'd laughed, shaking his head.

"Not really no. I guess because I grew up with it, I never really thought about that." He'd told you, casually readying his tattooing equipment while talking to you. "But as a child, my mothers would tell me how I'd always cause trouble with it. I'd empty any table low enough for it to reach!" He'd giggled, and you'd smiled at the thought of the younger version of him knocking down items from tables and shelves, too clumsy yet to quite think about it all.

"I burned mine on a candle once." You'd meekly told him, petting your own tail in search for comfort as you remembered the memory. He must have bright and colorful memories of his childhood- while you barely have anything worth keeping in mind, you'd thought to yourself.

"Well, you better make sure you don't get it hurt again, little thing!" He'd simply offered, before his surprisingly gentle hands had rubbed some numbing cream on the inside of your ear. "Or... maybe I could?" He'd asked, and at that, your ears had fully turned towards him, and made him smile. "Ah, adorable, really!"

"You'd.. take me in?" You'd asked, and He'd shrugged.

"I wasn't planning on bringing an earth-hybrid home-" He'd smiled, before the tattoo gun had buzzed to life. "But looking at you, I feel like I've found what I didn't even search for."

And today, the tattoo on your ear isn't just a Number.

It's also a memory, forever cherished by the both of you.

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There's a low rumbling sound in his chest as he holds you close to himself, nosing along the crook of your neck.

It sounds awfully like those CGI-Dinosaurs in movies back on earth- and you know he's just as dangerous as the directors of these sci-fi movies intended their creatures to be. His heavy, snake-like tail has you wrapped securely to himself on his lap, hands free to roam over your body as if he needs to re-paint your image back into his mind using only his fingers and palms. His tongue traces over your skin, marking you, seemingly on a mission to find the perfect spot, before his teeth bite the skin, leaving his mark on yoir body amongst so many others, chuckling when you begin to squirm a little at his actions, your soft cat tail a stark contrast to his own.

You're like the prey in the python's grip- but this predator has chosen to feast on you in different ways.

"Hm.. are you happy, little thing?" He asks you, and you nod, leaning into him, your soft cat ears brushing against his cheek as you purr- a sound he's learned earth's cats make when they feel good, making him smile. "I'm glad." He offers, laying down with you as his tail curls around the both of your bodies, warm orange glow from outside his home bleeding in and bathing you both in shades of gold. It doesn't matter though how warm the suns on his planet shines-

Your favorite sunspot will always be him.

"I love you." He says, chuckles right after it. "Thays how you say it on earth, right?" He wonders, and you turn a bit, looking at him.

"Depends." You say, chin on his chest while his hand runs over your head, coming to rest on your lower back where your tail is just about to begin. "What do you wanna say?" You ask, and he hums as he thinks.

"I asked Seokjin if he knew an earth-expression for deep emotional care and longing. A word or sentence to make sure your mate knows how much you want to stay close to them, both physically and any other way." He says, and you blush, turning your head to the side on his chest.

"Hm, guess that's love, yeah." You nod. "How do you say it here?" You wonder, and he smiles, hand running up and down your back.

"I commit my life to you." He says softly, hand still before you look up at him. "Thats what we say here- and that's what I say to you." He mumbles, and you can't help but stare for a good moment.

Jungkook and you have been intimate before. You've told each other that you deeply care, that you're mates, that you're in a relationship. But it's the first time you ever talk about love, about something so meaningful as.. well, this. And hearing it from him in such honesty makes your heart race like never before.

"Dont just stare, little thing. Kiss me!" He playfully growls, pulling you up and closer to press his lips against yours, laughing along with you as you roll around in the sheets, getting lost in love and happiness together.

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Humans would look at you both in absolute confusion if they saw you like this, you think to yourself.

Freshly showered and dressed in comfortable clothes, you're halfway laying on the fluffy carpet on the floor, and also somewhat in Jungkook's lap. Well- your butt is in his lap, legs and upper body not- but he's positioned you like this himself, and you've got snacks and TV, so you don't complain.

He's humming the tune of the commercial playing to himself as he brushes out your tail with gentle strokes of the specially designed hybrid brush- your eyes growing heavy with tiredness after the things you've been up to not even an hour prior. Your neck and thighs still sting a little faintly from his lovebites he leaves every time you both make love. You don't mind them though, not one bit.

"Will you be okay later?" He asks, referring to when he'll put you to bed, while he'll go to work later. Jungkook would love to have you sleep close to him at all times- but sometimes, like today, he just forgets that you're not nocturnal like he is, and while you've adjusted somewhat to that, he should've saved up his physical acts of loving you for after he's done working, considering how much be tends to tire you out with that. He teases you a lot about that, but its also another endearing thing to him.

You never complain about anything. You adapt freely to his way of living- so he's doing the best he can to make it all as easy for you as he can.

You nod at his question, yawning as if reminded of your exhaustion, and he chuckles, hand smacking your butt playfully, causing you to whine in complaint- the skin still a little tender from earlier. "Sorry." He says- but you know he's not.

You stretch and turn on his lap, and he smiles watching you, hand running over your exposed stomach, before he leans in to kiss one of his bites at your neck. "Hm I don't wanna leave you here.." he complains a little, moving around to pull you properly on his thighs, though you just hug him, head leaning against his shoulder. "And you're freshly marked up too. Won't have to worry one bit about someone trying to steal you away from me " He purrs, and you just shrug, clinging onto him. "We could take the round bed I bought with us to my studio. Hm? You could always sleep there then, when I'm working." He offers, and you nod after a moment.

He laughs, before he gets up, puts you on the sofa for a moment to get everything ready for his plan. It's a great idea- that way, you'll be comfortable just like at home, and he'll have you close and won't have to worry about you.

When he later comes to work with both you and the round pet bed in a bag, his coworker just shakes his head with a slight smile, already used to the younger alien's actions from years of experience. You easily fall asleep under blankets he places over you after setting up the bed in the corner you choose for yourself, and he already knows he feels a lot better like this, knowing he'll be able to look after you more properly this way.

When his first client comes in, Jungkook explains that you're his- that you're his mate, not just a companion or pet as humans call it, and the young man is understanding.

"I've been visiting the carecenter in the capital." The man named Jimin says, as Jungkook puts down the tracing paper on his back. "I'm worried though- online research made it seem as if Algol isn't a good environment for them.." he mumbles, and Jungkook shrugs.

"She's perfectly healthy, and has been living here for more than two full cycles. Yeah, their circadian rhythm can sometimes make things a bit tricky, but I've gotten used to handling it whenever necessary." He explains, making sure to do his work properly. "You'll have to really study what they can and can't eat though. A lot of vegetables we eat here are poisonous to them, and some of them can't digest dairy well." He offers.

Jimin sighs. "That sounds intimidating." He huffs almost disappointed, watching you roll over in your sleep, tail limp as you're out like a light. "But they seem like such good company."

"They are." Jungkook agrees. "She's probably the best fitting mate I could've ever found." The artist shrugs, beginning to tattoo.

"I mean, they did mention in research that earth-hybrids and Xiro people are surprisingly very compatible, even in genetics." He informs the younger alien. "Have you heard of the couple that recently became parents? And the child is perfectly healthy too."

"Hmhm, I've heard." He nods. "Maybe it'll help our declining birth rates, at least a little."

"Have you thought about having one with her?" Jimin asks, and Jungkook nods.

"One day, probably. We both want that. But not right now. There's no rush." He says as he follows the lines he'd prepared on the skin of the older man.

"Understandable." Jimin nods.

And Jungkook doesn't stop softly smiling as he works, and thinks about your future together.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #hybrid reader #hybrid imagine #hybrid au #alien jungkook #alien!jungkook

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sunshinebingo · 1 year

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@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 10 - AU Day

The Neighbour's Cat

I love when we get the Shadows’ input in Azriel’s POVs and for this one, I tried to do that but with Gwyn.

Synopsis: Gwyn finds a cat in her backyard and decides to meet its owner.

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"Are you sure you don’t need help unpacking?” Nesta asked for the thousandth time.

“I’m sure Nes,” Gwyn sighed and replied for the thousandth time. “I’m almost done anyways.”

“Wow Gwyn you’re fast.” She has been unpacking since the last box has been dropped that morning. It was now almost evening and she desperately needed a break. And that is why she had called Nesta. Emerie would have also been on the line with them if she wasn’t still at work.

“Well unlike you I don’t have a gorgeous boyfriend to keep me distracted,” Gwyn tried to say it without the slight longing that she felt at the thought. Gwyn was more than happy for Nesta. She felt the same for Emerie who was currently dating Cassian’s cousin. But she couldn’t help but feel a little left out sometimes. Not by her chosen sisters. She could never resent them for having what she did not.

Gwyn felt like whatever mystical being responsible for pairing people had somehow forgotten her. She was fine by her own. But whenever she saw happy couples being in love and acting all cute, she couldn’t help but wonder whether she would be happier with someone else in her life.

‘’Gwyn? You still there?’’ Gwyn realised then that she had been lost in her thoughts and thus completely ignoring Nesta.

‘’Huh? Yeah I’m listening,’’ she blurted out.

‘’What was I saying then?’’ Nesta teased.

‘’Something about Cassian?’’ Gwyn tried. Nesta only laughed and the conversation moved to the planning of the next girls’ night which would be held at Gwyn’s new house. When Nesta hang up, Gwyn was so tired that she did not feel like cooking. She plopped down on the couch and looked for something to order online.

As she debated with herself over sushi and tacos, a little meow from the garden caught her attention. When she heard it again, Gwyn leapt from the couch to investigate. She has always been fond of animals. But, unfortunately, none of her previous apartments allowed her to adopt one. That has been part of the reasons why she had gone for a small house this time. This, and the fact that, after almost a year spent in the middle of the city, Gwyn craved some quiet.

Gwyn heard a rustling sound coming from a bush near the wall that separated her house with her neighbour’s. A fluffy black cat with a pair of bright green eyes walked from under the bush and meowed at her. Gwyn’s heart melted when the cat walked and rubbed itself against her legs as if she hasn’t just moved here this morning. She knelt on the grass to pet the cat and it immediately started purring.

“I didn’t know the house came with a friend,” Gwyn said to him as she scratched his fluffy head. “Hi little guy.”

Forgetting about the food that she had to order, Gwyn spent the next half hour in her new backyard playing with her new friend. When the sun was almost set, she heard the sound of a bike from the neighbour’s side of the wall. A few minutes later she heard voices.

‘’Grumpy,’’ a deep voice called. Gwyn noticed the cat’s ear twitching. ‘’Grumpy, where are you boy?’’ the voice called louder this time. The cat moved his head in the direction of the voice.

‘’Are you Grumpy?’’ Gwyn asked the cat. It would be weird if Grumpy was a child, a little voice in her head said. She had her answer when the voice called again and the cat started meowing in response. ‘’That must be your dad looking for you then.’’ The more she listened to that voice, the more Gwyn noticed how sexy it sounded, even if he was only looking for an animal named Grumpy, who, by the way, wasn’t grumpy at all. She wondered if her neighbour looked as hot as he sounded. She had heard the bike so she assumed he must be at least a little attractive, right? In books men on bikes are always hot. You’re not in a book Gwyn, the little voice reminded her. Maybe the man was married and Gwyn was fantasizing about someone who had a gorgeous wife, 3 kids and a cat. Or, the little voice added with a gasp, what if he is super hot and gay?

Gwyn looked at Grumpy who wasn’t grumpy. The cat kept meowing but made no move to leave. ‘’You don’t want to go back?’’

‘’Come here boy, it’s time for dinner,’’ the neighbour said. Gwyn looked at Grumpy and an idea popped into her head. The only way for her to find out what her neighbor with the sexy voice looked like and if he was married or gay was to meet him. And since he seemed to have lost his cat, I would help him find it, she thought. This was not hard at all since the lost cat had befriended her already.

Gwyn stood up and adjusted her shorts and t-shirt. ‘’Let’s go meet your dad Grumpy,’’ she told the cat as she grabbed him and walked to the front door. Let’s hope your dad is hot Grumpy is also what she thought but didn’t say. She walked the stone path leading to his porch and knocked on the door. Grumpy was cradled in her arms like a baby.

When the owner of the house opened the door, Gwyn almost dropped his cat. But the only thing that dropped was her jaw. One look at him and Gwyn prayed that he was not married or gay.

“Grumpy,” he exclaimed, pulling Gwyn out of her prayers to every gods that she remembered the name of.

“Uh…hi…um…I found your cat,” Gwyn moved a very comfortable Grumpy from her arms and handed him to his owner. Gwyn followed the strong muscles of his arms when he reached out to grab the cat. When his large hands touched hers as Grumpy moved from her arms to his, Gwyn thought she could develop a hand fetish just from the thought of his hand tracing her body.

“Thank you so much for bringing him back to me. I was just looking for him,” he told her with a warm smile.

Gwyn pulled herself together and smiled back. “Actually I heard you. I’m your new neighbour.”

“Oh,” he raised his brows at her. Then he beamed at Gwyn. “Welcome then. I’m Azriel.��

Even your name is hot, Gwyn wanted to say. But instead she thanked him and introduced herself. Grumpy jumped off Azriel’s arms. Gwyn giggled when he plopped down next to her and started licking his paw. “You have a very cuddly cat,” she told Azriel.

Azriel snickered. “He has never acted like that with anyone but me. It is actually one of my brothers who named him Grumpy because he is so mean to others.”

“Well he hasn’t been mean to me,” Gwyn shrugged. She found it very easy to relax around him.

“You must be very special then,” he grinned. Gwyn blushed and bit her lip. Am I delusional or is he looking at my lips?, she asked herself. You are talking to yourself while this god is standing in front of you. You're clearly delusional, the little voice, which was clearly her own, replied. She wanted to cover her face so he wouldn’t see how red she was turning.

Azriel cleared his throat and when he spoke, Gwyn thought that he sounded a bit nervous. “Can I offer you dinner sometime? Tonight perhaps?” Gwyn felt her heart beating in her throat. She felt like she was about to either faint or fly at the proposition. Is this a date or is he just trying to thank me? she thought. Who even cares? Just say yes. “Your boyfriend can join us too of course,” Azriel added.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Gwyn added a bit too quickly.

Azriel smirked. “Great.” Gwyn raised a brow at him. Did he just say great? “I mean there’ll be more food for us then,” he shrugged. Gwyn laughed. Maybe her prayers had worked after all.

“I have nothing planned right now so I can help you if you want,” she told him, feeling slightly more confident.

“Even better,” Azriel stepped back and gestured for Gwyn to come in. Grumpy followed them inside the house. As Azriel closed the door behind them, Gwyn looked at Grumpy as if expecting him to read her mind. Have you been playing matchmaker all along? When the cat meowed at her, Gwyn decided to take that as a yes.

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #modern au #acotar #acosf #gwynrielweeks2023 #gwynrielweeksofficial #gwynrielweek2023 #gwynriel week 2023

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droplet-dread-cat · 1 year

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i found myself thinking of an AU where Venti chose to take on a mature appearance, giving his friend a chance to “grow up”, so to speak

imagine Venti with an absolute drunkard-but-lovable-annoying-uncle vibe, whom the children in Mondstadt run off to when they’re fed up with their parents. uncle Venti may have a shitty apartment over a literal tavern but he seemingly always has new songs that he’ll gladly play for them and his cooking isn’t too shabby either

this Venti is never on the verge of getting kicked out by tavern owners because A) he may not have any mora at all but his presence alone draws in more than enough clientele to make up for it and B) almost all the adults have slept with this man at least once (this Venti indulges openly in other forms of freedom as well - sexual freedom being one of the many freedoms he’s grown fond of).

this Venti also isn’t cautious about revealing his identity - in fact, it’s Mondstadt’s very own open secret that the best bard in town is also their Lord Barbatos... but the people of Mondstadt have grown used to this man’s presence, lending a helping hand whenever he can and playing soothing music whenever he can’t and... well, it only cements their love for their archon, who chose to stay in their city, hidden but there nonetheless. and upon realizing just who he is, they oftentimes just think to themselves: “huh. makes sense” (after a healthy dose of freaking out, of course)

this Venti is frequently dragged into sparring matches by the knights he’s close to just because of the vision dangling on his hips - in fact, it happens so often that he becomes a rather adept fighter himself. and before he knows it, his reflexes are honed so well that when Signora tries to attack him, he’s snapping her wrist before she has the chance to steal his gnosis. (he does give it up, in the end, but the Tsaritsa has to pay aplenty for it)

this Venti also doesn’t slumber for centuries - maybe it’s the sense of responsibility that comes with acting as an adult for so long but in those times when everything seems to be dragging him down; when he’s on the verge of leaving his people to be on their own; when his own body is failing him because of this and that, there’s always a myriad of helping hands to ease his discomfort. it’s not that this Venti is more lovable due to his appearance but that he’s letting himself linger just a bit more... because as an adult, he can maintain the same appearance for a longer span of time without it becoming overtly suspicious. and before he knows it, Venti has become settled in his own city. (Dvalin still gets corrupted but at least this Venti is there from the start, to help him through the worst parts)

when the Traveller arrives, it’s not to a catastrophe but to a somber atmosphere instead. the people of Mondstadt adore Venti, adore Dvalin all the same, and the dragon’s corruption is weighing heavily on them ever since it’s started to show signs of getting worse. the people of Mondstadt pray for Dvalin’s recovery - none of those prayers are directed at Barbatos but at the Dragon of the East himself. “Get well soon, Mister Dragon” a tiny explosive child prays at night, “May you recover in due time, Lord Dvalin” a dutiful Acting Grandmaster prays when she visits her sister at the church, “Venti’s drinking more than ever - your health better start improving soon or else he’ll go through the entirety of my wine cellar” a fiery redhead will muse to himself as he serves a thoroughly intoxicated Venti some grape juice instead of the wine he requested. the Traveller’s role isn’t to fight in this version, but to heal - to purify. they become a hero not by beating the shit out of a dragon but by slowly petting it back to health. they become the Honorary Knight, still, because Dvalin may not have been a foe but the Abyss Order’s still threatening Mondstadt and the Fatui still steal the Holy Lyre der Himmel to take control of the weakened dragon.

#genshin impact #genshin #venti #genshin venti #genshin impact au #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact fanfiction #dvalin #mondstadt #lets be real adult looking venti wouldve been so powerful

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bored0writer · 1 year

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Lucifer with a lover that is a cynophilist?

cynophilist- person who is fond of dogs.

🃏 I'll being your jester of your inbox, hope you do mind me to much dear~

Ayy thank you for this request!! and welcome!!

warnings none

gn mc, fluff, romantic

lucifer

r/n readers name

"r/n why are there so many dogs?" lucifer asks clearly confused yes he knew you loved dogs but why was there so many in his room "Heh" "that's not an answer" you sigh "I wanted them" you shrug your shoulders petting the tiny Pomeranian on your lap smiling. It makes him smile seeing you happy but he can't have all these dogs in his room "Mc they can't stay in here how can you take care of all of these" "Oh about that me and mammon are gonna clear some space somewhere in here for them" You grin his response is just a sigh "r/n.." "Come on luciiii don't worry about it pleasee?" "Do you really think mammon would be capable to make a living area for the dogs I'll do it" he turns to leave "I'll do it".

"All done" Only two hours and he's back "Eh that was quick but thank youuuu!" he smiles "Well then let's move them to there room" you just nod your head having them all follow you out the room aparts from the Pomeranian which you were holding. "Uh luci how'd you know there names?" you look at all the little dog houses houses with each dogs name "Mammon" he shrugged "Though I do wish you'd of asked me to name one" "We can buy another" You hum "No" "Plea-" "no".

"Luciferrrrrr" "No r/n we're only here to look" he sighs laying his head on top of yours but within seconds you were gone "r/n?" he walks after you soon running when he noticed you buying another dog "R/n please no more". you just stare at him giving him puppy eye's "r/n that won't work-" "Pleaseeee" you grab him wrapping your arms around his waist catching him off guard. He knew you weren't going to give up sighing in defeat "Fine".

"Look at these cuties lucifer" you laugh petting the two little dogs you saw in the park after getting permission from the owners "Hm yeah they're cute aren't they" he smiles “love you luci”

#x reader #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me luci x reader #lucifer

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ink-fireplace-coffee · 1 year

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Is The Blood Thicker? A short story.

A/N: this is what happens when you get a lot of time away from your own OCs. Words flow freely.

CWs: none.

WC: 835

Summary: Elaine is tired of people thinking they know her.

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Elaine had never been fond of those movies for teenagers. Those featuring high schools and prom slow dances and of course, the famous power of friendship. She could only scoff at the thought of staring for one hour and a half at a screen, watching as the nerdy main character was given a so-called glow up (they took her glasses off and straightened her hair, but of course! there was hotness underneath!) to finally, finally make the star quarterback notice her.

The soundtrack was mediocre at best, the dialogue was an adult’s fantasy version of how teenagers talked and the characters were flatter than a sheet of paper. Yes, there were values the movie was trying to teach (we’re all in this together, right guys?), but the message could have been made without depicting the most idealized and furthest from the actual truth version of high school ever.

And yet her first thought when she went inside the Biology classroom for the first time was how awfully similar everything was to those productions. She saw friends hugging after the summer and students running to take seats together; guys throwing paper balls at each other and laughing; people who still needed to wake up, slumped against the desks, catching up on a few sleep minutes before the teacher started the class.

The girl stood against the door, assessing everything. She knew almost every single student of the small high school, knew who they were and what their parents did for a living and if they slacked in class or went around being teacher’s pets. She knew everything about everyone, and she would’ve known anyways, no matter the little scar behind her ear, shaped like a keyhole.

“Good morning, Blood- Elaine!” a voice at her back made her turn. It was loud, and the owner, a girl with glasses and glossy hair, wore a really fantastic attempt of a genuine smile to match. She pushed forward a paper cup. “I brought you coffee! I didn’t know how you like it, so I ordered what I-”

“I didn’t ask for it.”

It was too early, too damn early and still there existed people in that building willing to try and kiss Elaine’s ass just to win a reputation. Reputation that was worthless, but hey, who could blame a seventeen year old for thinking high school days were the most important part of their life?

Her smile faltered and her brown eyes widened a little. Elaine was about to wrap the conversation up and take a seat (third row, closest one to the door, so as to be noticeable to the teacher but not clearly wanting to be; and to be the first one to exit the room), but the stranger talked again, her voice once again bubbly:

“I know, but I thought it would be-”

“Nice? You thought it’d be nice?”

Another beat of silence. The Blood Witch saw how everyone had quieted down and was now looking at the both of them.

Feasting on the scene.

The infamous Blood Witch, bullying to tears to yet another freshman who was just trying to be nice with her. How could she.

What a bunch of filthy little sharks, she thought. Breathed in deeply once. Then turned to the freshman girl.

This time, with a smile of her own.

“You were right. It was nice of you,” she complimented, and, to her own satisfaction, heard the small gasp of a classmate. “I’m sure it’s good however you take it, …?”

“Adela. Adela Renan,” she finished, as Elaine took the coffee from her shaking hands.

“Adela. Well, thank you very much for this and…” She snapped her fingers, then, as if the thought had just occurred. “Tell me, do you have anyone to sit with at lunch?”

Second wave of surprise. Adela looked stunned, petrified even, as if Elaine had just asked her if she wanted to go murder a bunch of kittens later.

Even if it had been like that, Elaine was sure she would’ve said yes.

Come on, pretend a little with me here, she begged in her mind.

“Yes! I mean, no!” The freshman all but screamed. “I mean… no, I just transferred here. My parents work for your grandfather at the library.”

“Well, then you are invited to sit with me. Anything for the people who helps the Da Villes.”

The bell rang. Adela Renan went to her own class beaming. Elaine Da Ville, the Blood Witch, took her seat (third row, closest to the door). The lesson started.

She took her phone from her purse and sent one single text:

“Isaac, if you manage to fire the Renan and make them leave, I’ll put Sol to work at the library.”

Yes, she would have lunch with the girl. No, it would never happen again. She couldn’t have the luxury of having friends.

Sipping on the coffee, she typed a second text:

“We will pay for their moving out, new apartment and school. The coffee was good.”

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Is The Blood Thicker? Taglist (ask to be added or removed!):

@writing-is-a-martial-art @the-orangeauthor @enchanted-lightning-aes @rose-bookblood @lockejhaven @moonlitinks @writerfae

#my writing #wip:¿tls?#wip:itbt?#oc: elaine da ville #am writing #writeblr #writers of tumblr #short story

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bradsmindbrain · 1 year

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Russallis reactions to a lost puppy wandering over to their camp?

Puppy

Summary: During a walk through the woods, Jack and Ted stumble upon a lost canine.

TW: None

Ted enjoyed the woods that Jack’s backyard was connected to. Surrounded by nature, almost never another person in sight, and most importantly, an effective cover for getting to Jack’s house. So it was no surprise that he and Jack found themselves walking through it, simply taking in the sights and in Jack’s case, the smells. Jack had thought just walking through the woods would be a nice change of pace for them, rarely did they spend time enjoying nature while they were together, even when in the Everglades.

He was the first one to notice the dog as they walked, a tiny golden retriever puppy, leash and collar still attached. He grumbled.

Jack turned to face him, a smile on his face, “Yes, Teddy Bear?”

He rolled his eyes, of course this just had to happen when he occasionally called Jack “Puppy” as a petname. He grumbled to clarify, pointing at the dog.

Jack’s eyes lit up, and he scrambled towards the dog. He gently picked it up, moving close to his face, “Poor little guy. Are you lost?” He gently patted its head as it liked his face. He watched Jack check the dog’s collar, turning back around to face him, “His name is Buddy!”

Buddy looked at Ted, giving a happy yip when he spotted him. It was odd, the dog didn’t seem to react with fear at all, but perhaps that was because Jack was holding him. Speaking of, he was more surprised Jack hadn’t reacted with aggression, he had expected Jack to see the dog as a threat to his territory or something similar, but it seemed like that wasn’t the case.

Jack approached him, holding Buddy up, “Come on Teddy Bear, he wants a pet.”

Tes did as he was instructed, gently rubbing the dog’s head before Jack pulled him back into his arms, cradling the canine. He grumbled, curious at what they were going to do.

Jack tilted his head to the side, a gesture Ted had come to associate with Jack thinking or being curious, “Well we should take him back to his owner. They can’t be too far from here. I guess they took him on a walk and he got loose.”

He watched as Jack brought Buddy up to his face, visibly sniffing the dog. He knew Jack was an excellent tracker, he supposed it was to be expected given Jack’s wolf-like nature. After a moment, Jack pointed off into the distance, “That way.”

And so began their trek, Buddy in his husband’s arms as he followed close behind. He found his husband’s interactions with the dog to be quite cute, wiggling a finger in front of the puppy’s face and scratching his chin. He supposed that Buddy’s young age coupled with Jack’s wolf-like nature had led to the odd paternalism his husband was currently displaying towards the puppy. That was just a theory though, he was pretty sure most anyone would treat the puppy the same way Jack did.

He’d always been fond of dogs, even before Jack entered his life and even before his accident. His family owned a handful of dogs growing up, and he loved all of them to bits, and seeing Jack play with and tease Buddy reminded him of those simpler times. Perhaps that’s why he found Jack’s dog-like mannerisms to be so endearing, as it reminded him of those happy years during his childhood.

It wasn’t long until they heard a woman shouting, “Buddy? Buddy, where are you?”

He gestured to his husband to go forward as he laid down on the ground, trying his best to appear as an inconspicuous mound of plants.

He heard Buddy yip as Jack moved farther and farther away, “Is this your dog, señorita?”

He heard the woman gasp, “Oh my God! Buddy, you found him!” Buddy yipped as he was reunited with his master.

“Me and my husband found him while we were walking through here. I sent him to look for you the other way,” Jack said and he assumed his husband gestures back the way they came.

“You’re a lifesaver, Mr…” the woman trailed on.

“Russell,” Jack interjected, audibly smiling.

He heard Jack and her talk for a while, mostly just her profusely thanking him and Jack assuring her it was no big deal. Soon, he heard her leave, and once he was sure he was gone, he stood back up, Jack standing right in front of him. Jack smiled, “First a kid and now a puppy, I think you attract cute things just as much as you attract trouble, Teddy Bear.”

He rolled his eyes at the comment, grumbling.

Jack grinned, “I’m just joking, big guy, but you have to admit, Buddy was pretty cute.”

He gave a grumble in response, nodding his head.

Jack stretched his arms above his head, “I think that’s enough hiking for today, let’s head home.”

He grumbled, rubbing his hands together.

Jack nodded, giving that usual goofy grin, “Yeah, Italian sounds nice. I’ll order some when we get home. Maybe if we’re lucky we can pull a Lady and the Tramp with the spaghetti.”

He just rolled his eyes as they prepared to head back to Jack’s house, his husband was so stupid, but so, so funny.

#werewolf by night #wwbn #wbn #jack russell #ted sallis #man thing #marvel #mcu #russallis #my stuff #prompts

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Despite Petal's open despise for the holiday, Morty had insisted to invite her over at the house for Christmas. She might not celebrate, but the teen still didn't like the idea of her alone in her cave, probably brooding over that particular day. At least, this way she and Rick could brood together and maybe bond over mocking Jerry's far too enthusiastic love for the festivity.

With Summer's support, convincing Beth to let Petal come over had been easy and thus, the Gem found herself in the Smiths' garage with the Morty, Summer and Rick. The teens were holding two packages, while Rick was leaning against the workbench, arms crossover over his chest.

"Uh, s-so, we know that you don't like C-Christmas and stuff, b-but we got you a present. J-Just think of them as random gifts, i-if that's easier," Morty explained, handing over his own package.

It held a potted plant, with vibrant purple leaves and flower buds of a shade very similar to the colour of Petal's pearl.

"I-It's semi-sentient. I-It can perceive its owner's mood and it moves and reacts accordingly," Morty explained gesturing at the pet plant. "L-Like it blooms when the person is happy an-and stuff. I hope you like it."

Summer was the one to hand over her gift next, which turned out to be a purple leather jacket with a floral patter running over the sleeves. "It's laser-proof. Might come in handy in a fight," the girl said with a grin. "And it's just rad, so it fits you."

At that point, the two teens turned to look at their grandfather expectantly. Rick rolled his eyes in annoyance, but he pushed himself off the workbench and handed over a device very similar to a phone. "S-So you can call and text the kids e-even if you're galaxies away from Earth," he explained, with a shrug. "An-And for the record, none of this shit was my idea."

[[ Rick, Morty & Summer for Petal || Happy holidays !! ]]

@countlessrealities

In truth petal was looking forward to spending this holiday in solitude. Her only company being her newly adopted cat. But at this point she knew that with enough begging the two kids could basically get her to agree to anything. She'd never admit it out loud of course but when it came to the smiths she'd grown soft.

She was in the middle of drinking her egg nog when she was suddenly presented with gifts. Which she wasn't at all expecting. Despite it being the tradition of the holiday. "Shit you know the last time someone gave me a present was?" Over five thousand years ago. Back when she was still with pink. She used to get all sorts of gifts to show how much she supposedly cared.

It was part of the reason she had so much resentment towards this holiday. It was a reminder of what she lost. Never did it cross her mind that her new friends had grown fond of her in the same way she had with them. Morty's gift in particular elicited an emotional response from petal. First something sentimental if her expression was anything to go by. Then pure joy. Shown by her joyous laughter and wide grin upon meeting plant. "Hey there." She greeted the creature with clear affection in her tone. "Thanks morty. I love them."

Summer's gift was next and that caused a more excited reaction. The gem's eyes sparkled with clear excitement and happiness. "Damn summer I knew you had good taste. This jacket is badass!" She exclaimed before poofing off the jacket she was wearing. Eager to slip on the new one. "Thanks this is really cool."

Rick's gift was met with a teasing grin in his direction. "Aw you're not growing soft on me now are ya rick? What are we friends now or something?" She teased deciding to throw his own words back at him from when she gave him his gift the day prior. In truth she appreciated this gift. It would come in handy if she ever needed their help or more likely just wanted it. That or if she got lonely in space.

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mismatched socks. tattered teddy bears. puppy dog eyes. disheveled clothing. always nodding. the northern lights. dirty underneath fingernails. knotted hair. black coffee. never sleeping. always running.

DETAILS.

name: liv ronja drakensberg. pronunciation: leev. RON-ya. DRAA-KUHNS-BURG. meaning: shelter, protection, life. god's joyful song. mountain of dragons. birthday: february 21st. age: twenty-six. pronouns: she + her. sexuality: bisexual. siblings: idun drakenberg (younger sister by two years). parents: father: boje drakenberg; mother: hilda drakenberg (née rystrom). other family: aunt: wilhelmina (wilma) kallan (née rystrom); uncle: gösta kallan. disowned by all other family who remains in constant contact. languages: swedish, english. current residence: london. hometown:

WIZARD FUN.

affiliation: death eaters. blood status: pureblood. species: werewolf. patronus: noncorporeal. boggart: liv scratching an innocent. occupation: unemployed. pet: none wand type:

length: eleven inches. flexibility: hard.

cedar: the cedar wand found its perfect home where there were perspicacity and perception. garrick ollivander believed that whenever he met one who carried a cedar wand, he found strength of character and unusual loyalty. the witch or wizard who was well-matched with cedar carried the potential to be a frightening adversary, especially if harm was done to those they were fond of, which often came as a shock to those who had thoughtlessly challenged them.

core: dragon heartstring. dragon heartstring wands produced the most powerful and flamboyant magic and they learned spells faster and easier, however they were more prone to accidents. they were the most likely to change loyalty, but would always bond strongly with its current owner. it was also the easiest to turn to the dark arts, though it would not turn on its own.

APPEARANCE.

height: 5'4". hair color: blonde. eye color: striking blue. typical hair style: messy. wavy. typically let loose or in a tangled bun. fashion style: overalls. baggy shirts. distinguishing features: most prominent is the scar that changed her; deep cuts from the right side of her neck down her shoulder blade. otherwise she sports everyday scratches and scars from life as a werewolf.

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: adaptable + unexpected. negative traits: untrained + nervous.

theme song: come as you are by nirvana.

BIO.

[tw: abuse]. of swedish descent and a student at durmstrang. while there, the curriculum began directly with the dark arts. it's what she grew up with and took her lessons as being most important. however, she was always curious and questioned what she was taught. shockingly, her professors generally appreciated that part of her. she was a great student and promising with her dark arts studies. that is, until her curiosity bested her during her third year. on an outing she found her way into the woods where she was attacked, slashed deeply from the right side of her neck down her shoulder. the professor found her, brought her back to the castle and showed headmaster, harfang munter, what had happened. he immediately got in touch with her father, boje. she was sent to her home. but first she was hit with a memory charm so she could never return. they would never accept a werewolf.

[tw: abuse]. liv was born into a well-known pureblood swedish family, the drakensbergs. her father, boje, was stoic, unrelenting and the head of the large extended family. other pureblood families in the region looked to them as examples so when liv was scratched she needed to be made an example of. to this end he called those of importance to see what happens when blood turns bad. he allowed them to do as they would. and they did. her mother, hilda, was never one to say two words to anyone and watched idly by as her daughter was destroyed after already being destroyed by fenrir greyback. the parents even had her younger sister, idun, watch, though she tried hiding her face. when the group was done with the abuse liv was officially kicked out with nothing. this was the only time her mother said anything, "wilhelmina. go to her." and walked away.

aunt wilhelmina, hilda's sister, was the black sheep of the rystrom family. when liv showed up on her doorstep she was dirty, bruised and shaking with fear. wilhelmina, or aunt wilma, took her into the house where she could bathe. the two sat down and liv was given the rules: she would stay in the shed attached to the home aside from the entire week of the full moon where liv would go to a designated place far off into the woods until the full moon was gone.

liv would get bits of education from her aunt wilma. she continued learning about dark magic but was also introduced and encouraged to paint. liv took to it like she could finally exhale. the shed became a museum mixed with dark shadows and sunrises blooming with color donning the walls. art gave liv a reason and a reminder of how talented and intelligent she was.

with the interactions between wilhemina the two became quite close. liv couldn't forget about her parents however her aunt became more important to her than anyone in her nuclear family.

one month after the full moon liv found her way home only to see the home broken into, the inside ransacked and familiar scratches aligning the wooden walls and floors. she didn't need to know where her aunt was. she knew she was gone. this prompted liv to retreat into the woods where she found a pack. and not just any pack but the one that ruined her life. she cowered and followed ending up in the epicenter of war.

she opened up to a few among them but important matters were held as secrets. she was confused about her stance in life and needed someone to confide in. her pack was the only place to find someone to fill that role.

during their trek from place to place liv decided she didn't want to hide again as she did with her family, friends and school. but how could she do that with the pack as her protection? she didn’t know. after all, who else would’ve wanted a werewolf in their midst? little did she know at the time that she may have that question may have a different answer than she expected.

LINKS.

#bio | liv #about | liv

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nightmaresdream · 1 year

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Aurora Rose ⋆ 28 ⋆ Socialite

Demisexual ⋆ She/Her

♫ Currently Playing ♫ ;; Brainstorm by Alexander 23

☀ Cancer ☾ Capricorn ↑ Aquarius

After so many years of living in the woods being surrounded by the fear of what may happen she's just happy to be back in normal society. As much as she wishes it wasn't with this curse it's a chance she refuses to waste. She tries to not think so much about what's happened and deal with it instead. Aurora is hopeful she will find the answer to the curse but so far it's been all dead ends. At least she isn't stuck in the cottage anymore, though she isn't too fond of being a woman of such status either. Aurora got comfortable there and as happy as she is to be back she wants more out of life. Regardless of the curse she is going to make the best of what she has.

Flora, Fauna, and Mary still feel more like family than her actual parents. It isn't that she doesn't love them too but after being raised by the women there's a different connection she hasn't been able to form with her biological parents. Even though they were only trying to protect her she doesn't feel as close with them as she does the three women.

Aurora is glad to be back in normal society but she isn't thrilled with her status. Suddenly there are expectations of her that she didn't have before and never quite wanted in the first place. She wonders if it would've been different if there hadn't been a curse and she was able to be a normal girl. In another life she'd study plants and have a little flower shop of her own.

Sleeping is her least favorite part of the day and she does everything she can to stay awake. That's why she can almost always be seen with a caffeinated beverage in hand. Coffee, tea, energy drinks, it doesn't matter. Whatever can keep her awake and away from the nightmares that come with it.

She lives with a lot of guilt for her darkness seeping into people's dreams. The last thing she wants is for others to experience some of the terrors she has and yet Aurora has brought them into their heads. Even though she knows it isn't her fault she can't help but to blame herself for it.

The idea of getting married to a stranger upsets her. Aurora doesn't have interest in the slightest to marry anyone right now. It feels like her life has just begun and they already want to tie her down to someone. It feels like a death march for her freedom. She wants her marriage to be a choice she makes, no one anyone makes for her. That's why she doesn't tell anyone about the man and refuses to until it feels more official.

Her room at her parents house is filled to the brim with plants of all kinds. They are the closest thing she has to a floral shop and she treasures it. Of course she's made sure none of them are poisonous to her bunny, Juniper.

She found her pet rabbit while out in the woods one day. It was clear she'd had been dumped by her prior owners and left for dead. Aurora immediately brought her back home to the cottage and nursed her back to health. She has been her closest friend ever since, sometimes the only one she had to talk to in the cottage when everyone was out.

tbd.

#headcanon #headcanons #about

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raggedy-dxctor · 2 years

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From your dearest | Otto Octavius

(part two of the otto x multiple scenario shop owner series)

pairing(s): otto octavius x multiple scenario!reader (music store owner and pet shop owner)

warnings: long post under the cut, probably messy writing bc it's just self indulgent <3

Otto x pet shop owner!reader

the absolute sweetest person to ever come into your shop, and an added bonus is that he's there all the time

feel like he's most fond of the cats and the rabbits, but he still loves the dogs, fish, reptiles, birds, etc.

helps name the animals, which he absolute loves, he's always coming up with new names, even when you dohahe any new arrivals to name

super gentle with the animals, like to the point where none are scared of him, even the super skittish and weary arrivals warm up to him within a week

i feel like he gets attached very easily

absolutely loves the down time you both get in the store, he'll sit behind the desk with you inbetween his legs as he wraps his arms around your waist and leans his chin on your shoulder

super proud of you everytime you help customers

it breaks his heart when you both have to say goodbye to the animals, but he knows they're going to a loving home so he's fine with it in the end

if the animal being taken home bu a customer is one of his favourites in the shop he'll join your side, wrapping an arm around your waist as he rambles about how lovely the animal is

he's so giddy when he first meets you that he accidentally asks you out way sooner than he planned to:

he stumbled in one day with a rather exhausted look on his face, clearly been working all day, but the tired expression vanished as he met eyes with a small black cat that was staring curiously at him. he immediately perked up and spun around to look for you but was stunned when he saw you gently placing a small rabbit back in it's enclosure.

he's instantly smitten and just kinda stands there for a while, his jaw on the floor as he watches you chat with the parrots, the birds somehow understanding and responding with actually.

you finally notice him and he regains his composure as you apologise profusely for not noticing him before, he just stutters a dismissal of you apology and chuckles slightly.

"hello, i'm y/n, i owm this place, what can i do for you today ...mr... octavius?" squinting to read the landyard hung around his neck that he had so carelessly forgotten about. he chuckled slightly and nodded, turning around to gesture to the small black kitten, who was now curled up in a ball, soundly sleeping.

"call me otto and i'd like to buy this little guy, if he isn't already spoken for" he gently smiled down at the kitten as it yawned, waking up at the sudden presence of voices above it's enclosure. they nodded eagerly in response, stating that they had received a lot of interest for the kitten, calling it Leah, but no one had called back to finalise their interest, so if he wanted to buy her on the spot then he would be the guaranteed owner.

"she's lovely isn't she?" they grinned lifting the kitten out of it's enclosure to pass to otto. the sight caused his heart to skip a beat and he swooned slightly. "yeah, they are" he muttered, his eyes that were now practically forming hearts never once leaving their grinning face.

"careful there otto, you should take me out to dinner first" they chuckled slightly as they picked up on what he said and pieced together the situation, much to otto's embarrassment. as they handed the kitten over to otto for him to hold, an idea suddenly popped onto his head, brought on by the light blush on their cheeks.

"ok then! saturday night! 8pm?" he sputtered out in a hurry, originally not meaning to sound so desperate. they sudden invitation caught them both off guard as their eyes instantly met. seeing the slight tint of hope and seriousness behind his eyes, they agreed, leading him over to the till where they rang up the price and finalized the purchase of Leah, who was now comfortably cuddled up in otto's arms.

he still has Leah to this day, who now lives in your shared house years later, keeping the same name that you gsve her

loves to sketch the animals and if they're brought, he'll stick the page up on the wall next to the desk

otto x music shop owner!reader

always comes in on his breaks to visit you

lies his head on your lap as he hums to the song playing through the speakers

always comes through the door hummmimg your favourite song, the delighted smile on his face still feels like a new gift everyday

when you start your break, he'll close the shop up and put a slow dancing song in the reccord player, swaying gently with you in the middle of the store, your head burried in his neck, his head ontop of yours and his arms protectively wrapped around you

absolutely loves it when yoi play guitar to him

loves to play you love songs on the piano in return, his gentle voice singing the words like an angel

basically learns or picks up a new song to hum to you everyday

sings you parts of songs about loving someone or finally finding the one in a low, soft voice, that's completely inaudible to anyone else around

he asked you out in a super heart warming, cheesy way:

he nervously walked into the shop one dau looking for a new piano, his current one was getting old and the notes didn't sound as good as they used to, so he decided to get a new one and he had heard of the local music shop with the owner that could knock anyone off their feet, according to norman anyways.

he walked up to the desk, nervously fiddling with fhe buttons of his cardigan. "excuse me, hello, sorry i was wondering if you could help me pick put a new piano? im slightly lost" he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. as the person behind the coubter spun around and eagerly nodded at him he swore under his breath, norman was right.

"of course! what kind would you be looking for?" they asked eagerly, leading him to the relevant section of the store. otto followed like a lost puppy, but shrugged im response, not really having any particular ideas.

as they started explaining the basics, otto eagerly nodded?, hanging off their every word with a sense of curiousity peaking inside him.

after an hour of otto browsing, accompanied by the lovely owner, he was stuck between two fina picks.

"i have both of them in good condition and perfect tune in the studio if you'd like to try them out!' they chimed in, friendly as ever, causing otto to swoon slightly for the hundredth time today. he nodded eagerly again, taking up their offer with an excited grin on his face and a light blush tinting his cheeks.

"follow me ...?" they hesitated, realising they lacked a name to put to the face they had started to fall for. "otto" he grinned giddily, his grim widening when they introduced themself as y/n.

when he reached the piano he felt a surge of confidence, sitting down and deciding a song immediately, stating that it was a song that you reminded him off. he threw you a shy smile before beginning the cheesiest, most cliche love song a person could ever know. the lyrics full of short confessions of love and compliments that made them swoon.

makes casual comments like "we should have this song at our wedding" or "i can't wait to grow old with you" as you relax to the peaceful songs echoing from the radio or reccord player

loves to explore the sections with old reccords stashed away, he finds someone new everyday and is just delighted to put it in the reccord player

#otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #doc ock #doc ock x reader #alfred molina #marvel #marvel fanfiction

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Zhongli (Genshin Impact) - Yandere Profile

This man's voice has a POWER over me I SWEAR

tws: yandere, mentions of n/sfw

tws (under the cut): very ddlg-esque vibes, sorta? infantilization, noncon

I'm sorry I get such strong daddy vibes it unintentionally went in this direction, hope that isn't too bad lmao

I’m working on all the prompts I’ve gotten in! I’ve gotten a few so I’ll be working on those.

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

He's one that might be likely to misunderstand his feelings at first, think that he sees himself as a mentor or maybe even an authority figure, someone to guide you and teach you and serve as a dependable partner to your travels. As time goes on, and he begins to recognize how utterly flustered he gets around you, he's forced to acknowledge the actual feelings he has.

While some yanderes with a slight aloofness or pride to them get worse when in love, such as Childe or Kaeya, his drops completely. You bring out a softer side of him, really, one that's protective and tender and loving, so very loving, wanting to be around you, with you. He's certainly an obsessive, protective type, ultimately allowing his protective nature to get the better of him as he demands to know everything you've done, account for your location at every moment, constantly keep track of your habits, inquire about very personal details of your life. If he realizes you're bothered by it, he might draw back a bit, but he's convinced that that's just your perception, that it's necessary, truly, and not at all unusual.

Pet names. Particularly fond of love, darling, and angel. Sweet things that represent what you mean to him -- something precious, something to represent his adoration and idolization.

The primary form of delusion comes from a perception of you. He's obsessive, and idolizes you to an extent. He perceives you as pure, innocent, angelic. The thing is, this applies regardless of whether or not you actually are. If you are, it will solidify the idea, but even if you're not, he will find a way to see you so, anyway. No matter how wise you are, no, you're naive. No matter how capable you are, no, you're weak and fragile. No matter how experienced you may be, no, you're pure. He can always keep this delusion running by bringing into account age and comparison - you'll never be as strong as him, so you might as well be frail and weak. You'll never have lived as long as him, so really, do you think there's that much difference between you and a child, when compared to someone like himself?

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Actually highly likely, and pretty quickly. As he observes you, it becomes very clear to him how very fragile you are, how naive you are, you are quite literally too pure, too angelic, to be living in this world with such beings as humans. Fragile, beautiful little things have a place where they belong - protected. Where do we put fragile, beautiful things? We put them behind glass, behind ropes, in pretty cages, in secluded rooms. It's only natural that you, too, need a similar environment.

He's one of the ones that will... Elegantly kidnap you, as odd as it sounds. He's not a brute that would do something horrendous like knocking you out or drugging you, no, he'll find an excuse for you to come to his abode, invite you in, and you'll walk in none the wiser. Only after your in, and the doors close, does he guide you to your new room, calmly explaining that he's come to the realization that you're too fragile to continue your journey, and ought to simply give up on your travels. He knows you'll be upset at first. Like a child being denied, you'll get pouty, moody, you might cry, you might lash out at him. It's predictable. He'll dry your eyes and calm you down, brushing off any harsh words you may have, holding your wrists in his hands when you try to push him away, softly reassuring you that it will all be alright, that you're safe now, and you'll learn to accept this with time.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

He would want something... elaborate. He's a man with taste for the most beautiful of things, including yourself, and he won't settle for something as simple as a chain or ropes. No, that would be too simple and brutish, and you, one of the finest things in his life, deserve something equally beautiful and delicate.

He's one of the ones that would go to a great deal of preparation for your arrival. He'd have a room prepared just for you, very ornate, beautifully tailored to you -- the walls your favorite color, the bed made of the same material as your old one, and the whole room completely filled with things you're certain you never even told him you liked. Clothes that fit perfectly to your body. It's frightening how perfect it is, because you know he had to go out of his way to acquire the information to achieve such perfection, but you have no idea how.

Everything about it elegant and detailed, right down to the series of ornate locks on the door. They're some of the sturdiest available, made with essentially unbreakable metal alloys and the most intricate lock systems to date. The windows don't open, and he'd certainly find some way to ensure escape through them isn't an option -- perhaps metal bars, perhaps an unbreakable glass substitute, perhaps merely locating your new home right on the edge of one of Liyue's most beautiful mountains, so that if you were to go out the window you'd plummet to the earth below. He's a bit delusional, but he's not stupid, and he will think through every possibility. Every little detail he needs to keep you safe and confined.

He's certain that, perfect as it is, this room is all you will ever need to be happy. Should you desire anything else, he can bring it to you. You'll never have to leave.

So it goes without saying that it would be exceptionally difficult to escape him. You'd have to find a way through the locks, for which your best bet would be to get some hair pins or tiny writing utensils. Even if you managed it, though, which would frankly be a very difficult feat, you'll have to deal with staying free. Zhongli has ties to the people of Liyue as a whole, and needless to say, he has eyes everywhere. You can't risk appearing in the harbor area, there will be far too many people who would immediately report you, and you'd just be walking right to him anyhow. The surrounding areas also have ties to him, so you'd want to try and reach Mondstadt, as far as it is, which is a difficult travel by foot all alone. You won't get far. He's faster, he's wiser, and he will find you long before you could ever hope to make it there.

However, he's not quite as angry as some yanderes would be about it. He doesn't take your escape personally, no, he blames himself, only calculating his own mistakes as to how it happened. He sees you as something like... a little runaway pet, so naive and dull that you don't know any better than to go wandering off. Or perhaps like a child, just sheepishly curious and wanting to explore, not knowing the dangers of the world. Or, perhaps...

"I haven't been giving you enough attention, have I? That's why you pulled this little act of rebellion... you're hurt by my negligence and wanted to be reassured of my care for you. I'm so sorry... I understand now, love. This was my fault. I've been so caught up with work... I'll delegate some tasks to my workers, and I'll be able to spend more time with you from now on, alright? Don't worry, I'm not angry, I'll take full responsibility. I'll be sure to make it up to you... now, let's go home."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Much like Childe or Venti or anyone who has been around as long as he has, you really don't stand a chance. He's an incredibly perceptive man. There's not much to say on the matter, as any attempts will be quickly shut down.

He'd find it amusing, really. Like a child trying to lie, but the evidence is all over their face and hands - it's that obvious to him. It's cute enough that he almost hates having to discipline you for it, but, you have to learn.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He wants his little angel to be safe - and unfortunately, you, being so naive and empty headed, don't always know what's best for you. He knows rules can be hard to follow perfectly, but they're there to keep you safe.

Extremely strict, will want to monitor every moment of your life, every little movement you take, and will insist on watching over you in every task. He'll pick out everything you wear, everything you eat.

Occasionally, if you ask very sweetly, he may take you out for walks in Liyue. Honestly, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy taking you to what he knows are the finest locations, shops with the highest level of craftsmanship, restaurants with a high price tag and reputable food. He enjoys showing off his refined tastes and discerning selective abilities. And honestly? There's a certain... Powerful feeling to knowing you're made aware of the costs when he makes high purchases in front of you... even if you don't realize he's not always actually the one paying for it, or that he forgot mora again but promises the owner to pay later - but he'll make sure you don't know that. You hear the numbers, and your eyebrows raise, your eyes widen. You'd nearly faint if that total was on your responsibility, and he knows that. Which is why he'll simply smile at you, and tell you you're worth every last Mora. He'll buy you nearly anything you may desire. It seems like leniency, but in reality, it's his subtle way of locking control and dependency over you, making you respect him, making you love him.

"Don't worry, love. It's not a lot... Not to me, at least. Even if it were, my angel only deserves the best, no?"

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Oh dear. Again, he's very strict, and wants to monitor everything you do, every little aspect of your life. He decides what you eat, portioning your meals to make sure you're eating enough, he worries about you going hungry during your travels, but luckily you'll never have to worry about that again. If you have a sweet tooth, he'll sigh and worry about your teeth and health, but he'll make sure to account for a little bit of sugar in your day, and will even pick up little treats from some of the most reputable places in Liyue.

He picks out clothes for you with each day. They're not... Normal clothes, per se. Certainly not what you'd normally wear on your travels. And it's not like anyone will see you except him - which is exactly why you'll have clothes he would never want anyone else to see you in. Frilly, lacey things, somehow both highly sexualized but also incredibly infantile, soft pinks, baby blues, gentle off-whites. They accentuate the curves of your body so perfectly, while just barely letting him see the parts of you normally kept hidden.

You'll have a schedule - a bath time, a bedtime, a wake-up time. He's weak to your requests, though, and may let you stay up a little late every now and then, or sleep in just a bit, if you make that soft pouting face and beg. He'll insist on bathing you, dressing you, so that you don't have to - and can't even if you wanted to - lift a finger even to wash yourself or put your clothes on.

He has a set of rules for you, very simple ones he hopes you can easily follow. No trying to leave. No doing anything dangerous. No talking to strangers when you go out. You must hold his hand whenever you're walking together, don't go wandering off.

He'll feel ashamed of the thought for a while, but eventually he'll cave and give into the desire, no, the security precaution, of a nice little collar for you. It's not too embarrassing, no, he went out of his way to find one that was delicate, almost like a necklace, made with fine materials, the engraving only visible up close. If you look closely, though, it clearly bears his name.

Breaking the rules is expected, he anticipates it. You're not the brightest, he might even view it as a mistake. A benefit is that you can easily pass it off as simply forgotten, or an accident. Hence, he's not too harsh - normally. He'll sigh, forgive you, and pat your head, contemplating how to prevent your access in the future.

Perhaps you wriggled out of his hand and ran off while walking? You were just excited, distracted, like a child. He might be able to procure a small leash, one that wouldn't be immediately obvious or embarrassing, to attach to your collar. Perhaps some cuff-like links to latch your arm to his.

You forgot the rule about not handling the kitchen knives and cut yourself? He'll have to get some kind of lock and simply keep them safely away from you. No big deal. Any measures are worth your safety.

If you push the limits, or have a defiant attitude, he might reach the point of punishment. As for not-unwholesome things, this would usually include taking away privileges, such as walks or sweets, but overall, punishment will mostly come in more impure forms.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Not too much to say here - he has connections. He doesn't need to dirty his own hands. For all his supposed humility, if he truly dislikes someone, they're no more significant than an insect to him. He has no reservations about ridding the world of people who, in his mind, are obviously trying to deceive you, abuse you, corrupt you.

Thankfully, he is very capable of keeping a neutral face, even when he feels laughter building up. It would probably look strange if he were smiling over the newest body to come into his parlor.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

It's a slow buildup. He views restraint as a virtue, and looks down upon those who lack control over their own tempers. He's a man who strives to meet his own standards of character, and that very much applies to self control and ability to maintain a controlled demeanor, even when he feels a bit of frustration due to you being intentionally and deliberately defiant.

It's his responsibility to be a good role model for you and make sure you understand how to behave. However, in the end, he's very keen on properness and rules. If you have a tendency towards brattiness and pushing your limits, you may drive him to a boiling point.

However, even when expressing his anger, he's remarkably controlled. It's very mature, really. Nonetheless, he will have you shivering and tearful with his voice alone, booming with that depth that reverberates off the walls, that vibrates against your very core. His true anger is one that can strike fear even in the most courageous individuals - he's terrifying when he wants to be, fierce and intimidating, a sort of power just eminates from him.

Nonetheless, it's quick, he calms down very quickly, wipes the tears from your eyes, and sighs.

"I do hate having to be firm with you... but I can't have you thinking you can just act however you want. You understand that, don't you?"

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Both? It's difficult to describe. You're an angel to him. You're the finest work of art, the most intricate creation, the kind of person whose body and likeness deserves to be preserved in art and tradition, one of those women who should be renowned for beauty even centuries long after you're gone from the earth. It's almost goddess-like. At the same time, there's a beautiful, tragic duality to your essence, he thinks. A fragility and a dependency that leaves you in need, but an inherent status of perfection that makes you deserve the utmost perfect of care. You need to be coddled, cared for, protected, but you deserve it. Like a deity incarnated into a mere fragile human form, a queen that needs support to retain her grace.

Unlike some, he doesn't view his care and protection as some kind of favor that should be repaid with your gratitude, no, really, he is grateful that he is the one who is even deserving of being your caretaker, your provider, your lover.

Even if he is the one who determined that he deserves that role.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's convinced that he can show you that he is your protector, your lover, that it's fate itself that has locked you together, not just his own will.

And he is, above all else, patient. One of the most patient you could encounter. You think a year is a long time? It's nothing to him. A century for you? More than a lifetime. For him? Nothing. He can and will wait, as long as it takes, and he will never falter in his continual care. He'll remind you frequently, he'll shower you in affection, but if you don't return it? It's not that bad. He has all the time in the world to fix you.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Moraless Sugar daddy

But in all seriousness, he is definitely of the gift-giving love language. He sees beautiful things, and beautiful things make him think of you! It's sweet, he thinks. So many little things he sees throughout his day make him think of you, and he has to have all of them, see your face when he gives them to you. He likes making you happy, for one, but he'd be lying if he said there wasn't a sort of satisfactory pride he gets from the power dynamic of it all. He wants to be the sole source of provision in your life, he wants your dependency.

If we're talking prior to the events of the game, it will be even more extreme. He treats it like it's truly nothing, throwing around massive purchases, seemingly as if he's not thinking about it at all. But he is - rest assured, he's taking it into consideration, at least, that is, how it will affect your attitude and perception of him.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

On the reserved side. He'd never conduct himself improperly in public, of course. It's out of the question. He cares about proper behavior and public image, and he'd never behave in a vulgar manner.

Even in private, he's certainly one of the ones that struggles with a certain guilt. To some degree, he would feel like you're so innocent and pure that he doesn't want to corrupt you. He goes through stages. First, he'll lie to himself, telling himself that the feelings he has for you are simply protective, platonic, a natural sense of responsibility for you. That becomes more and more difficult to convince himself of, the more excited he becomes around you, the more he finds his eyes drawn to whatever bits of skin are exposed on your body, finding himself drifting off to impure thoughts, trying to push them away.

Second, once he's forced to acknowledge the true nature of these feelings, he'll simply practice restraint, something he's rather good at in this area. He tries, he really does. He tells himself he can't do something so impure, that it would violate you, that he should be ashamed of himself for it. It becomes more and more and more difficult to restrain himself with time, the feelings rising and the thoughts become more difficult to push away, eventually entertaining the fantasies in his head in an attempt to rid himself of the urge in real life. It doesn't work, no, it only makes the urges worse, and he can't be around you without his body nearly commanding him to do something. And finally, he'll take a different stance entirely, telling himself that, no, it's not going to corrupt you, rather, it's taking care of you. If he really wants to love you, really wants to care for all of your needs, then surely that would include your physical needs, and therefore, really, it would be wrong of him not to help you.

As that shift in viewpoints goes on, he'll become more and more bold, hands lingering just a little longer, face coming just a little closer. It's a slow build of tension, just waiting to boil over.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He understands you're nervous. Again, no matter how experienced you are, somehow in his head he makes it out to be insignificant. Even if you've had other relationships, he convinces himself - and tries to convince you - that they were inadequate, they didn't care about you, not like he does. And he'll treat it as that -- any resistance you put up is nervousness, nothing more, nothing less. He'll reassure you a million times that you won't feel pain, that he'll be gentle, that you'll feel good, even if his size and strength frankly is rather intimidating regardless of experience. He'll keep cooing in your ear, softly whispering reassurance, softly running hands over your skin, holding you in place as the last inch stretches you apart.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Infantilization

Again, no matter how smart, experienced, and capable you may be, you're none of those things to him. You're a fragile, little thing. He has to take care of you at all times. It may not be evident at first, and he himself likely doesn't fully realize it, but there is something highly sexual to this for him. Caring for you puts him in a position of dominance, control. It gives him access to your privacy, dressing you up, fingers running over your skin, bathing you, watching your skin glisten. He'll talk to you in this way, too, often softly, remarking every little way in which you need him, and even condescendingly so. He wants you to be his, not only in a sense of love, but of possession.

Oral

Primarily giving. Even on its own, he loves the taste, but the effect it has on you makes it that much better. He loves anything that forces you to depend on him entirely for pleasure, that puts you at his mercy. And he'll be torturous about it too, restraining your arms and legs so you can't control anything, hold your hips down so you can't roll into him, so that only he can determine exactly how much pressure and speed you get. And he won't rush it, no, he'll go so slowly it's torturous, and telling you very simply that if you want any more, you'll have to beg.

Edging

For a variety of reasons. The power trip is as exhilarating as it is pleasurable, but he also loves watching your body writhe. Each little muscle that moves under the flesh when your arms strain against his hand holding your wrists together, the convulsing of your stomach muscles, the way your toes curl and legs spasm and the sweet little whimpers you make when he draws back just short of your high. He's mastered watching your reactions, knowing exactly when to stop, even if you try to mask it. He'll want you to tell him, though, nonetheless, tell him when you're close, if for nothing else but the sense of you obeying his commands.

Collaring

Similarly to infantilization, it gives him something of a sense of control, of possession. He loves seeing his name engraved on it, marking the whole of your being with his ownership. In his somewhat rare moments of roughness, he'll want to pull on it, use it to draw you towards him, in a moment of your defiance, in particular. If you're being mouthy, whiny, disobedient, and you finally make him snap, especially if you try to walk away from him, he'll yank you back with force, pulling you close to him, and when the force of it shuts you up, changes your demeanor, forces you to acknowledge your submission - the satisfaction he'll get from that is incomparable.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

As much as he likes the idea, to him, you're already like a child, naive and fragile. Could your body even handle a pregnancy, a birth? He'd likely try to avoid it, but in the end, if it happened by accident anyway, rest assured you'd be getting the best care of any woman to ever be pregnant in Teyvat, and he'd do everything in his power to ensure you were always comfortable, taking his caretaking to another level, almost never even letting you get up, insisting you stay still and calm and needy.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He'd be one to pull the "it doesn't hurt you as much as it does me" line, but really, even if he refuses to admit it to his own self, having you bent over his lap is just as much for his own enjoyment as it is a disciplinary measure. It's more humiliating than it is painful -- he'd hold back, afraid of hurting you with his strength, but taking in every little flinch and whimper you make as he brings his hand down on your ass, keeping your head pressed down, kneading at the flesh. He'd insist it's the most effective punishment measure, but you can feel the hard-on digging into your stomach. The worse the behavior, the worse the beating, but every time, after it's over, he'll hold you upright, wiping the tears from your eyes and asking you if you learned you lesson, if you intend to do it again, and smiling when you insist you won't.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Your skin. It's beautiful, and he loves the way that light from the moon and sun look on your naked form. He loves the way your skin feels, soft and delicate, smooth, so paper thin and fragile, and so, so deliciously prone to showing marks from the slightest of harm - a simple smack can make the plump flesh darkened and reddened, the lightest suckling will leave beautiful hickeys all down your neck and chest. There are so many ways to mark his property, to stake a visible claim all over you, it's irresistible.

He also will go out of his way, when picking out all the things he wants you to wear, to find colors that best go with your skin tone, in a contrasting sense - particularly lacey, sheer things that contrast very well, so he can see your soft flesh perfectly defined against the little lace patterns.

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere zhongli #tw: noncon #tw: dark content

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inlovewithhisblueeyes · 3 years

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A Pup's Commendation

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Female Reader, Kal x Paris (puppy love)

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of pets being stressed out, Fluffy goodness

A/N: This past weekend was Independence Day weekend and fireworks were going on every single night with Sunday night being the worst. However, one of the houses on my street left out a sign with some treats, toys, and poo bags. Paris definitely appreciated it after the night we had. She was a bit of wreck. @sif-the-tsunami and had a discussion about how we hoped Kal was okay last night and thus this idea was born.

Attention! Pups of Cordova

As commendation for your perseverance through this treacherous weekend, please help yourself to a treat and a toy! (with your owner’s permission) (also, some poo bags)

Henry had first seen the sign as he left his lodgings for his morning run. He did not get too close to look at it in the low morning light and just assumed it was another garage sale sign. Plus, he was feeling rather ragged after a weekend of Kal freaking out over the firework displays. Three continuous nights of Kal’s carrying on and distressed pacing were three nights too many. Kal had been most disagreeable about getting up from his spot to join his master, preferring to have a nice lie in.

The man couldn’t fault his pup for his behavior for even Henry considered skipping his run. However, after the hefty portion of takeaway last night, he knew deep down that he needed to go for it. The only downside of being in Los Angeles was the availability of any cuisine whenever one wanted. He forced himself to continue on his usual route around the neighborhood with the promise of a nice cup of coffee once he got back. Maybe then the bear would deign it the proper time to get a start on with his day.

The side of Los Angeles was serene when it wasn’t under siege from the extravaganza of illegal fireworks. He was close enough to the studios so if he wanted a few more minutes of sleep, it wouldn’t affect how long it took to get there. On his next trip, Henry wouldn’t mind staying here again. There were plenty of places to walk Kal, the restaurants were dog friendly, and the people were amiable. The man supposed being a few minutes away from all of the studios had them used to seeing celebrities out and about.

Henry slowed as his home away from home came up ahead once again. Perhaps he had found a part of Los Angeles that wasn’t so bad after all. Had he known about it years ago he might not have been so willing to leave. He shook that thought from his head and he approached the front door, ready for a shower and some coffee.

The second time the actor had seen the sign was thanks to Kal dragging him towards it a few hours later. The bear had caught the whiff of something worth checking out and decided that the best method of investigation was to charge after it regardless of being attached to the lead. Kal had dragged his master 20 feet to the white gate two houses down and there lay his prize to the left of the sign.

Kal had scarfed down the first bowl and was attempting to move to the second when Henry finally caught onto him. He had been too busy getting a better look at what the sign said and laughing.

“Kal, leave it,” he ordered as he attempted to move the dog away,” They’re not all for you pig, no matter how much you want them.”

The bear huffed at his owner and followed his command but not before stealing a ball from the pile. It wasn't until the walk was over and two back inside that Kal revealed his hand. He dropped the spit-covered ball at the man’s feet, tail wagging and eager to play.

“Oh bear, you naughty dog,” Henry chuckled before tossing the ball.

The third time the sign made an appearance was close to sundown. Henry had made a point to go the opposite direction to keep Kal from being tempted to eat up the rest of the treats. There was a cool breeze in the air and they weren’t alone on the street. Some people were just getting home from the day, children were playing in their yards, and a few other dogs were being walked as well.

It was a peaceful way to end the day. By the time the two circled back and around headed back home, streaks of orange, red, and pink pierced the sky. They were in the home stretch near the sign and its bounty when a little spotted pup ran into view towards the treats. Kal bolted towards the dog and his leash was ripped from Henry’s hands. The smaller dog ran towards the treats and Kal was quick to join them.

Henry sprinted off after his dog and a figure on the end of the street did the same.

“Paris! Get back here bubba,” the person yelled.

The two humans reached the house at the same time and were equally surprised at the sight before them. Both dog’s tails were wagging as they gorged themselves on treat heaven. Kal even went as far as to knock open the boxes of Milkbones for his new friend. What was left at their respective owners' arrival was soggy cardboard, empty bowls, and two equally pleased pups.

They looked up at their owners with innocent faces like there weren't remnants of treats dusted over their muzzles. Henry glanced over at the new arrival and saw that you had the same face of exasperation that he did. In your hands was a harness and leash sans dog, clears signs of a runaway pup. The two pups were none the wiser to their owner’s moods and got busy sniffing the other.

“Well it looks like two pups are in the dog house tonight,” you offered shyly.

“There’s no question about that. I’m Henry and that bear of a dog is Kal,” he offered, holding out his hand.

You shook his hand and replied, “Y/N and that spotted devil is Paris.”

The two of you attempted to approach your respective dogs, but Kal made quick work to tangle himself around Paris. The two seemed quite enamored with each other.

“I’m so sorry about that. Kal, let’s go!” Henry ordered, grabbing onto to Kal's leash and attempting to move him away.

"It’s alright. Paris needs friends of her own species. She’s rather fond of the cats at the cafe two blocks over,” You giggled and bent down to scoop up your pup.

Kal let out an annoyed whine at his new friend being taken away so soon, there were still balls that needed to be played with and dirt to get covered in.

“Come on Romeo. I’m sure you’ll see Paris later,” Henry teased as he patted Kal’s head.

“You definitely will. We live just over there,” You offered as Paris was wiggling around in your arms, trying to rejoin her friend.

“I think both of us will hold you to that. Have a nice night, Y/N. Try to stay out of trouble, Paris.”

“Same to you and Mr. Kal. Goodnight,” You said, giving him a small wave before turning and making your way to your house.

Kal let out a sad bork as the two of you left his sight.

Henry sighed as he looked down at his dog, “Yeah, me too buddy.”

Maybe being in Los Angeles wasn't so bad after all.

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i-need-air · 3 years

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Oh-- I really really -really- liked your wolf hybrid Bakugou and-- if you don't mind, can you do one on Kirishima? Just the general headcanons, if this is too bothersome then you can ignore this once again- thank you

Just general headcanons you say? Okay, I had this written 2k words in before I got this ask and now it's at... ehem, let me take a deep breath for this;

Word count: 3.5k 💀 [of HCs 💀💀💀]

Why do I keep doing this to myself aksdjkd I love Kiri so much, my god! Thanks for the ask!! 💗

[ Masterlist ]

Hybrid!AU Kirishima Eijirou HCs

× i mentioned him as a dog hybrid and we're sticking with it because it just feels right, yano? anyway!

× you found out about how the new hybrid shelter in your city helped bust a fighting ring

× which was horrifying to think about

× one of your friends explained the process to you and you were definitely interested in helping someone out

× shelters were still underfunded and didn't provide much to help the hybrids adapt to society

× so you found yourself in front of the shelter without a plan

× just a dream and a spare couch that could thankfully convert into a bed

× before you could chicken out you stormed through the doors like a mad person, catching the attention of the guards and the front desk man

× it surprised you how disinterested they were though; were they seriously the people that dismantled a whole illegal fighting ring?

× they called a sweet old lady to accompany you

× when you explained your situation her eyes sparkled, looking you up and down and nodding her head

× she took you through some hallways, showing you around the precinct, questioning you about what type of hybrid you'd want

× to which you honestly didn't know how to respond, like anyone you could help????

× it kinda pissed you off how she spoke about the hybrids like they were pets, suggesting you'd get a kitty or a bunny, since [her words] they were low maintenance

× is this really a good shelter?

× you looked around, finding prison like cells left and right, some with people that looked at you curiously, some covering from your glance

× they were locked in...

× some growling could be heard far away but the woman shook her head at you, disapproving gaze turned to the side as she took you further into the building

× another room, this time cells were bigger, a few occupied, yet covered from you, indiferent and uninterested

× a man was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands in his hair

× "Kirishima, boy, get up to greet someone"

× his red eyes snapped up, whatever he was thinking about slowly forgotten

× he blinked curiously as you hugged your frame, feeling uncomfortable, even ashamed to be there

× but a sweet smile took over his features

× "Hey! I'm Kirishima Eijirou!"

× it's really all it took for you to grow fond of him; he got up and came closer to the entrance of the cell and introduced himself in such easy-going manner you forgot about everything and anything

× he calmed you with his presence, even if it was very disheveled, with old ripped clothes and hair messy, painted red with obvious dark roots showing

× he had a black fluffy tail waving slowly behind him too

× you introduce yourself with his encouragement and mumbled how you wanted to help someone out today

× he just smiled at you, taking you in

× let me tell you something about dog hybrids: they can sense emotions and intentions so Kiri would be a very good judge of character and he really, genuinely took a liking on you

× the problem is how the fuck do you say out loud that you wanted to help him out

× because you sure as hell weren't going to say you'd adopt him; he's not a child? we're talking about a grown ass man here? literally looked like 6'4ft/1.95m?????

× it was so shameful, your gut turned as you cursed society and he sensed it, expression changing, falling a little as he saw you look very out of place

× "Hey, hey, everything's gonna be fine!" he said

× he told YOU that

× instead of YOU telling HIM those words;;; you almost burst into ugly crying, forgetting about everything else, your minuscule problems or shame or whatever and just nodded at him

× "Would you like to come home with me, Kirishima?" you said, ignoring the happy clapping the old lady was doing, watching carefully how his expression, clear as water, switched from easy-going and reassuring to shocked then hopeful

× "I'd like that" he breathed out "—a lot."

× as you went out the lady was telling him it was a shame they separated his group of friends, something about being sent to different shelters, how he had to be a good boy, to behave, yada-yada and seriously;;; he was taking it so lightheartedly, as if he was so used to this behavior or even was thankful for it?

× it was starting to get annoying, specially when they gave you a collar for him, like no fucking thanks, but you'd take care of it later

× since it was very random and unplanned, you were making mental gymnastics to figure out what to get and what to do first, like clothes, food—

× journey home was pleasant as he walked close to you, asking you questions about yourself with a gentle smile on his features

× meanwhile people got out of both your ways because he was intimidating and big and large but his smile screamed sunshine

× all while he never really mentioned anything about himself

× you made a point to ask him if he was hungry, to grab a quick bite at any restaurant you could get at then go buy some clothes and necessities

× you were so casual and this guy was so shocked

× i swear, looks at you blinking stupidly then ✨beams✨

× spoiler alert; big boy was hungry

× it didn't matter honestly, just seeing him eat without a worry [even if everyone at the restaurant was wary of him but got a stink eye from you] was a relief

× since you answered his questions about you, you decided to ask some about him; you were going to be roomies soon so might as well get to know each other

× shocked again

× stops mid-bite when you ask him something and stares wide-eyed

× doesn't answer but you can see he wants to and you're confused??

× "did I—... did I say something wrong?" you'd press, scared you'd spook him away or something

× he just gulps down and looks ashamed

× casually tells you they've been told at the shelter owners don't care about them

× 🙃 say what now bby?

× he kinda starts apologizing because he understands why you wouldn't wanna know and you put your hand on his; kinda mutes him for a second

× "Kirishima, we're gonna live together and hopefully be friends in the process, right? I'd like to know about you, as much as you're willing to tell me"

× [ falls in love right then and there ]

× he's met humans before, many actually—

× even in the short weeks he's been at the shelter he's seen people come and go and none talked to him like you did

× stares with stars in his eyes and chuckles awkwardly, blush on his face

× "You're really nice, [Y/N]" he said before eagerly answering your questions; course, it leaves you confused lmfao but you brush past it

× okay! shopping next, long story short it was very hard to find hybrid clothes for his size so you pick to change human clothes and adjust them for him

× as you again mention this stuff casually he's just awestruck

× when you got home, bags in hand, you were explaining to him how you really didn't have much; you were working to get a promotion soon but for now you had a couch that could open up into a very comfy bed, which he assured you it was enough

× you were lowkey unsure if he fit it because like i mentioned, big boi is big

× he does! so that's a relief but you started considering giving him your bed; you mostly fell asleep on the couch anyway and to be fair, it was really comfortable and you mention it as he looks around

× his head snaps at you, wide eyed, yet does not talk

× so you ramble bc that's something fun to do! "I mean I went to the shelter without a plan and uh, I want you to feel as comfortable as possible and maybe the bed is a better fit and—"

× Kirishima Eijirou sees: 💕💞💕💞💕💞💕

× has never been treated like this, like he's an... equal... something he'll take months to share with you, but we're getting ahead of ourselves

× the thing is this boy will fall pretty hard pretty fast, but will definitely take time to make a move

× bc he is respectful

× so he thanks you for the offer and tells you it's probably the best place he slept in all his life

× can your heart stop breaking for him? i mean it's a good couch but it's no luxury hotel bed???

× [ we need to pause, OP made herself sad ]

× ok, so he's really helpful around the house, and he knows how to cook!

× takes no time to talk about his friends, special his best friend that cooked for everyone at the fighting ring and forced them all to help and that's how he was pretty decent at cooking himself

× wasn't the best though, but followed instructions like a boss

× he lives for your compliments

× literally his tail wiggles with no shame

× seriously;; tell him he did a good job even at the dumbest thing and—

× puffs chest

× wiggle-wiggle

× "Thanks!"

× 🥺💕💞 make him stop, he's so cute

× did i mention he has like floppy black ears? Omg his earsssssssssshnnngggggggggg

× because they move whenever he walks and they're mesmerizing

× and one day that you're observing them for science [not because your heart was like 💘pom-pom💘] you noticed his roots

× remember when your heart broke for him? hah, have some more because as you asked him, he started telling you that he was pushed into dying his hair red for the spectacle, diversity and what-not

× reassured you he grew to love it now, being part of who he is

× also gets a little bit shy when adding he wouldn't want to change the color in hopes of finding his friends someday and for him to be easily recognizable

× you bought him hair dye that same day

× WHICH! apart from gaining extra 🥺💕💞 from him, it created a nice routine between you two!!

× you offered to dye his hair and it was such a great time; he made you laugh, conversation going just as easy whenever you talked, you got to know each other a little bit more and—

× heh

× at the end, after applying all the red hair dye, you massaged his scalp gently

× guess who melts in your hands? yes, giant ass dog-man melts into a puddle under your hands and it's the cutest fucking thing you've ever seen

× I'm serious, he sighs and leans into your gloved hands with zero [0] shame, eyes closed and peaceful expression on his features apart from a small smile

× you tease him and he laughs it off, but promise him you'd give him head scratches when he was finished with the dye, washed off and hair dry

× and you better deliver

× "Don't think I forgot!" he'd say as he'd hop on his make-shift bed in the living room by your side, tail moving from side to side

× as you start playing with his locks, he falls into your lap and starts snoring

× move an inch and he opens his eyes to look at you confused

× puppy eyes questioning you if you're leaving 🥺

× yep, you fall asleep together

× you point out to yourself that those puppy eyes will be the death of you

× he's a touchy guy, okay? since he's been touchy with you from the very start you never questioned it, even read on the internet that many hybrids descended from house pets need physical affection, like hugs, pats, scratches, all the bag, so it wasn't a big deal for you

× except it was a big deal because he's been around for a month and you're already catching feelings and that's bad because you did not bring him there to fall for him but to help him start a new life and—

× oh my god, what if he thought you were one of those people from the horror stories about hybrid adoption that only wanted them for one thing—

× no, no, no, nO, NO.

× anxiety was getting to you as the guilt of catching feelings for him, plus the fact that he was financially dependant on you for the time which would've made it even worse if he found out, PLUS he comes from such a rough life, he definitely needs a break and doesn't need his first human friend in forever to be a piece of;;;

× Kiri catches on this really constant and increasing feeling of anxiety; he starts to send you worried glances but doesn't know how to proceed

× in such a soft voice he asks if you're okay, if something is on your mind

× and since you weren't sharing anything but acted as if everything was alright even when he felt you lied, Kiri started to get worried too

× why were you anxious? why weren't you talking to him about it?

× oh, god, was he a burden? because he felt like one;;; did you want him out? he felt like an extra weight for you and wanted to do something about it but maybe you got sick of him? he felt unmanly...

× the fact that he knew he cared about you as more than just a friend made him even more anxious and it didn't help that whenever he touched you he heard your breath hitch or your heart beating louder; he got his hopes up then down because

× you smelled like people; people he didn't know, people he wanted to know because he needed to know why did you smell like them? were they a treat? were they potential partners? he really did not want to ask bc Kirishima felt like it wasn't his place to know

× as tension grew in the house you decided to gift him a new phone, ready to give him some news that reached your ears

× it seems Kiri himself liked to do sports and mainly jog to keep himself active and he's started to pass by the local dog-park to play with the dogs

× imagine your surprise when a few neighbors asked you if he'd be willing to train their dogs bc he's been teaching them stuff like once a week and the dogs listened

× big time dog whisperer; he says "Sit" to one dog and all dogs in the neighborhood sit too, you get me?

× so you said it would be nice for him to have his own money; not like you didn't help him without care, but you saw his face every time you bought something for him and really felt like he needed some real independence

× he's in ✨awe✨ because you came up with clients already that were very eager for dog training sessions, which he loved??? and suggested hours, wages??????

× and you gave him this new phone to help him with it if he's interested too?

× "Well, the normal price on the internet around the area is—"

× "[Y/N]."

× "Hmm?"

× "You're really amazing, you know that, right?" he'd have his lips curled into a sweet smile

× which makes your heart go crazy and this man notices how you get flustered

× loves it

× get ready for compliments; a lot of compliments just expecting your sweet flustered reactions

× he's slow at realizing your feelings for him because he beats himself down and seems himself as less of a man but tests the waters nonetheless and a d o r e s every time you struggle to thank him for said compliments and don't know how to continue functioning

× catches on and gets his hopes up

× and so you do

× listen, this is hilarious because you're both dumb idiots and want to be respectful towards the other meanwhile he hugs you tighter and for a little bit too long, loving how you melt into him, kisses you on the cheek and sees you get all flustered, looks at you like you're the only one to ever matter until you stop talking, turning everything into a giant mess of silence until you both grin at each other???? I'm getting second-hand embarrassment, just kiss???????

× and it happened with an accidental kiss

× you greeted him as he walked through the door, excited to tell him about your promotion, rambling about the take-out you ordered while he smiled at you

× and it started to be usual for you to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, right? just what normal roomies do, you know [mhmm~]

× he's taking his shoes off and knows the kiss is coming, but just before you press it on his cheek you whisper/squeal "I got the promotion!" to which he turns his head in surprise at you making your lips press together by accident [mhhhmmmmm~~~]

× cue both of you apologizing, looking like a mess

× he's blushing

× you both loved it

× why are you standing so close to each other?

× why did he lick his lips in daze while staring at yours?

× which one of you was leaning in for another kiss?

× it didn't really matter because he's kissing you slowly, taking you into his arms like you were made of porcelain

× glues his body to yours and breathes you in, lips locked, neither believing it was real

× lifts you up in his arms with no difficulty and smiles, both inches separated from another; "Congratulations..." his breath would fan over your face;;;;

× yeah, okay, he takes no time to confess, resulting in a mess of manly words skdjekldj you guys talked that whole night while cuddling and stealing kisses, you on his lap

× [ his nose brushing your neck; he loves your scent omg ]

× it becomes official pretty much instantly and then all your worries wash away

× all the anxiety, all the stress and overthinking, they've all been sorted out in one night and trust me, afterwards this man is pure honesty and loyalty

× he won't hesitate to talk to you about anything and will be such a patient sweetheart with you, listening to every word you say without judgment

× loves cheesy stuff? as in the most cliché stuff seen in movies? that's his shit right there; whenever you two see each other after some time apart [sometimes 5 minutes apart] he'd pick you in his arms and spin you around, then expect you to kiss him

× if you don't, i will skfjdkfk step aside 👀

× skin contact; please, touch him

× if you're not he sends you those famous puppy eyes and we all know they're killer

× sighs, happy to hold you tight against him, engulfing you into his big frame; yeah, you're where you belong, in his arms.

× everyone in the neighborhood loves him; it's ridiculous, seriously, because you find out he helped around all the time when you were at work and gained everyone's love

× makes an instagram account to teach people how to train their dog and becomes an internet sensation, a small celebrity

× also bc he's hot and sometimes posts working out pics

× skdksjs imagine this: makes dinner for both of you, lits up some candles, goes all in, then fucking posts it on ig saying "waiting for my baby to come home #surprise" forgetting you can see it lmfao

× you see the story on your way home and 🥺💞 "ye i love his oblivious ass"

× soft gasps when you tell him after dinner

× has the audacity to be surprised, like babe????

× Kaminari finds him through social media and this baby cries in relief for a good half an hour

× both team up to find all the gang

× guess who talks praises about you all the time? mhm, this guy right here is proud to have you

× and Denki has to deal with it;

× anywho! want to break him for good? tell him you love him for the first time

× GETS. SO. EXCITED. AND. EMOTIONAL.

× but forgets how to speak

× finds his words to say it back after staring at you entranced, grinning like an idiot, taking you in his arms and giving you a bone crushing hug while shaking in place

× he's never felt this loved and adores every second of it

× you're like a drug and he's deep gone, man

× tells you he loves you every single day

#kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #noire writes #hybrid!au #hybrid!kirishima #kirishima headcanons #does anyone remember kirishima saying pompom? cuz it's been on my mind for hours and i love it

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doki-doki-writing · 3 years

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(Sorry for didn't specify which mod before <3). Hi hi, Can I request Kokichi, Byakuya and Mikan going to a cat cafe with their s/o? If it's possible, GN, but fem or male reader is also okay! (Mod Yashiro ^^)

Its alright anon! I hope you enjoy your headcannons :3

Kokichi, Byakuya & Mikan || cat cafe hcs

Pairing(s): Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony) x GN! reader, Byakuya Togami (Trigger Happy Havoc) x GN! reader, Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair) x GN! reader [separate]

Warning(s): None (but please do tell me if you see one. its greatly appreciated <3)

Genre: Fluff ☁

start under the cut •w•

he's the one who dragged you on a date so sudden. there was no occasion, yet he insisted on taking you somewhere.

he seemed very excited about this 'place' so you agreed on coming with him.

you weren't really paying attention to where you two were going,, until you realized that you're finally there.

kokichi loved the cats; they loved him too, but went a little too far.

the cats were towering over him. a pile of cuties. almost everyone was looking at you two weirdly, but he paid no mind. He'S nOw ThE lEaDeR oF lE cAtS!

you had to call assistance for the sake of his life. you can't even see him anymore. is kokichi a cat magnet or something?

overall a great experience, minus the fact that your boyfriend almost died <3

err.. being a busy person, it'll be a miracle if you actually make him agree. but you did. congrats!

even if the cafe was on a walking distance, he'll still INSIST on taking his mcfricking expensive car. i mean it's no use arguing with him. its the car or you two aren't going.

surprisingly its his first time on a cat cafe. he actually liked it. its quiet and cozy. this itch would rather be dead than admit it though. he'll secretly like it while having his normal uninterested face.

he's not a fond of pets, but he'll pet a cat. all the feisty cats like him OvO

mmm he's glad that you forced him enough. spending time with you in a cozy cafe doesn't look so bad now is it?

it was your anniversary when the new cat cafe opened up. she was actually the one who asked you out :3

she was really happy when you agreed,, she's never been in a cat cafe before. also I headcannon y'all to actually have a pet cat at home

mikan almost tripped on one of the chairs, luckily reader-chan has fast reflexes.

she looked really cute while petting one of the cats. seeing her happy makes you happy. <3

one cat was so attached to her that it followed you guys home. you brought it back to the cafe but the kind owner lets you two have it instead <3

another addition to your family ^^

#kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa v3 #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya #mikan tsumiki #mikan x reader #mod yashiro #kokichi x reader #byakuya x reader #request done! 🌹

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ironmandeficiency · 3 years

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that’s not a shirt

pairing: marcus pike / reader

word count: 1584

summary: marcus comes home from work & finds the strangest thing in the laundry.

a/n: for @autumnleaves1991-blog and her wednesday writing challenge! writing domestic marcus pike is my therapy. unbeta’d and posted from mobile (honestly my laptop is becoming less convenient to post from even tho posting fic on tumblr is literally the reason i bought it last year)

three long, miserable weeks. that’s how long marcus has been out of town for a case that had him jetting all across the country, far away from you and your comfortable bed. he’s almost never at the apartment he pays rent for every month. most of his clothes and his favorite pillow are at your place, and the small quilt his grandmother sewed decades ago is draped over the back of your couch. in everything but name, he lived with you.

when he entered your apartment with his key, he took note of the fact you weren’t there and got set to cleaning up a bit. work leaves you exhausted more often than not and he doesn’t want to leave everything undone for you to worry about when you get home.

upon first glance, he could see the laundry was half done. a heaping load of clean clothes was in the hamper in front of the dryer and there were wet clothes in the open washer. when he looked further, there was also a load in the dryer, which told him that you stayed up late to get things done then fell asleep on the couch waiting for the dryer to finish. with a fond smile, he started the dryer for a few minutes to get wrinkles out of what’s in there. when those are done, he can get what’s in the hamper unwrinkled and hung and folded.

dinner was next on the to-do list. something nourishing to welcome you home after a long day but simple enough to do while catching up the clothes: spaghetti. there’s something about his mom’s recipe for the sauce that makes his spaghetti absolutely heavenly — your words, not his — and he can’t wait to see your reaction to having marcus home two days earlier than planned along with his best dish.

in the time it takes him to get the sauce cooking and the water boiling on the stove, the dryer announces that it’s finished with the first load. he hums as he folds the bath towels and dish rags without a care in the world, making the trip to stow them in the bathroom cabinet with a spring to his step.

checks the sauce for flavor and consistency before putting the second load of wrinkled clothes in the dryer, finding it needs just a smidge more rosemary before it can be left to simmer. picks another sprig from the plant you keep on the windowsill and cuts the leaves very fine before sprinkling them in with a flick of his wrist.

satisfied with his efforts, he turns back to the laundry. he dutifully empties the lint filter (you’re adamant on emptying it after every load and the trait passed onto him) before he begins to grab things to toss into the dryer. about a third of the way through the basket, his hand grabbed onto something weirdly solid and plump.

“mroww!”

last marcus checked, shirts don’t make noises like that. he tore his gaze from the inside of the dryer to the hamper to find a grey and white kitten lounging in the hamper. the little thing was nudging his hand with their head, clearly wanting the attention of the man slowly depleting its bed. he was perplexed. you didn’t have a cat when he was last here, but there was one seeming to be perfectly content in making itself at home in your apartment.

“where did you come from?” he knew the cat wasn’t going to give him a coherent answer but he felt the need to voice his confusion anyway. the first thing to do now: check to see if it’s male or female. it’s a female, looks to be about three months old and is perfectly content with being handled by marcus.

marcus can’t recall the last time he had a pet. with him being too busy with work, he never thought it would be fair to a pet to have an owner constantly gone. he didn’t have enough stability in the past with where he lived and didn’t want to only be a half ass pet parent. the past several months, however, have been nothing but stable. not counting the seldom out of town cases, he goes to work in the morning and comes home to you in the evening, and he rinses and repeats as needed. maybe this kitten is the perfect prelude to taking the next big step in his relationship with you.

for now though, marcus doesn’t let himself get carried away with his daydreams about living with you full time. he’s got laundry to finish and dinner to cook, and now he has a sous chef to accompany him. he holds the kitten to his chest, scratching her chin with a hooked finger and melting at the way she looks up as if telling him to keep going. “alright sweet girl, let’s finish up dinner.” a soft “mrrow!” is her reply and it makes marcus huff a quiet laugh.

dinner is completed with marcus using one less hand than normal, his sous chef being fabulous company. the few times he had to use both hands, his feline friend perched on his shoulder (which he thought was the best thing ever) and waited to be held again. however this cat got here, marcus didn’t know; the one thing he did know is that it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

the front door was unlocked when you came home and you knew with absolute certainty that you locked it before you left. your walmart bags filled with cat supplies were immediately dropped to the hallway floor as you began to inspect your front door and the area around it. marcus taught you how to spot the basic signs of forced entry (like the protective sweetheart he is) and when none of them were there, you cautiously entered your apartment, mace in hand.

the adrenaline washed away when you spotted your loving boyfriend in the kitchen, gently bobbing his head along to whatever music he had playing. one hand was stirring a pot on the stove while the other was plenty preoccupied with the kitten. shit, you forgot to warn him about the kitten before he got home!

this was the last thing you thought would be here to greet you, but it was a very welcome sight; the feline was finicky and marcus wasn’t due home for another few days, a double whammy. “i see you’ve met the kitten.” you’re honestly just thankful he didn’t get upset about the little thing. neither of you have talked about pets or whatever your living situation is becoming, so the way he seems so taken with the kitten is a sign pointing in a great direction.

when he hears your voice, marcus visibly lights up. “hi honey!” the hand with the spoon immediately drops the wooden utensil into the pot and waves at you happily. “this is my sous chef, say hello, pasta!” he grabs one of her little paws and waves it at you before resuming his stirring, a beaming smile on his face.

did he really just name the cat pasta? and how in the world is she so calm with him right now?

you found the kitten, now known as pasta, huddled in a cardboard box beside a gas station dumpster headed home from work. she was mewling her little head off back there and you were lucky enough to hear her. taking her and her box, your list of things to do was thrown out the window as you rushed her to the vet. they cleaned her up real good and schedule her vaccinations, and sent you home with a list of supplies to buy and advice on how to take care of the little thing.

she was pissed at you after the vet trip. didn’t let you pet or hold her unless she was in the mood for it and if you tried to pick her up otherwise, she would scatter and give you a glare from a safe distance away. but here was marcus holding her like a baby, and the little brat was eating it up! to be fair, you were the same way with marcus when he was being affectionate so you didn’t completely blame her.

“why pasta?” you knew that cats were more likely than dogs to have strange names. you just didn’t think your boyfriend would be the type to give a cat a name like pasta. at that rate, you might as well name a dog goose and call it a day.

he smiles at the furball, giving her a few affectionate pets while he talks. “i was cooking spaghetti when i found her in the laundry hamper, and then i noticed a little spot right on her hip that looks like penne. i couldn’t choose between the two so i went for the middle ground. is that okay with you? or did she have another-”

“marcus, i love it.” and you really do; that sentimental dork just made you love the name pasta with nothing but two sentences. “and honestly, i’ve just been rotating between baby girl, squeak toy, and dumbass since i found her the day before yesterday.”

he scratches pasta under her chin as he laughs at the thought of you calling his sous chef a dumbass. “pasta is not a dumbass! you tell ‘em sweetheart, tell them how smart you are!”

“mroww!”

“see? she’ll be the next einstein.”

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