#funny frisky or frightening

[tpotr]

Can you make a short fanfic, in which area and Rhaegal wake up in Aegon and Helaena's body and they panic?

Ask and you shall receive! I really liked this idea tbh, this was very funny to me. I hope you'll enjoy this one! It's mostly humor with a tidbit of friskiness I suppose, but nothing grand. For peeps who find this in the wild without knowing the AU: the context is genderbent!helaegon (Aerea and Rhaegal) waking up in the bodies of their not-genderbent counterparts (Aegon and Helaena). Genderbent!Helaegon | Humor/Fluff | AU of a series | wc: 1243

Aerea doesn’t bother to open her eyes. It is a chilly morning, and she snuggles with the furs of the bed close, tossing and turning with them to achieve a few more moments of sleep. Despite having three different furs brought for the winter, those around her feel all too thin.

Rhaegal must’ve stolen the rest of them to himself again, she thinks to herself. He had the penchant to be at his most audacious when he dreams, after all. She turns to his side of the bed, fighting against the morning crust that formed by her eyes. Such robbery will not go unanswered, and compensation is well due. If she cannot have her blankets, he’ll have to offer his arms.

When she opens her eyes, however, an unfamiliar woman is laying beside her. Long silver waves falling unkempt from the bed, breathing softly through sleep with her hands tucked awkwardly by her body. Aerea stares for a few moments before snapping back into a sitting position.

“What the fuck?” she yells, and unfurls her furs from the offending lady. How did she even get inside here? Ser Willis Fell should’ve guarded the room. What is she even doing here? Where did she come from? Where is her husband?

Wait. Why is my voice so low?

The woman in front of her is swiftly awoken, eyes vividly violet opening. “What— who are…” she starts asking, but then reaches for her throat in a hurried panic. As her hands fall down her body, so does her gaze, her hands sliding down from her chest to her belly and hips. Finally, she holds on the end her long locks of hair, positively frightened. “What is this?! This is not…!”

At the same time, Aerea looks at her own hands. Pale with purple veins as always, yet larger than hers usually are, with some fine hair on their back and the rather unbecoming hints of dirt under the fingernails. The cold she has felt suddenly makes all the more sense when she realises that for the most part, she is bare. Unlike the lady in front of her, her hair is short, and with one hand coming to her chest, she screams.

She has never been considered well endowed, no, but her chest is gone!

Coming up from the bed, she rushes to the mirror. The room is all the same, but all is wrong. She holds onto the short oily hair, and the broadened shoulders of this body. The dark circles of the man she faces in the reflection only grow more pronounced as she feels the blood draining from his face. Her face. 

“This is not funny,” she says, nearly on the verge of tears as she faces the woman on the bed again. “Where is my husba…” she stops herself, and examines that unknown girl again, who nervously played with the Myrish lace of the nightgown she seemed so pensive in. Rhaegal always plays with the lace trimmings of her dresses. “Rhaegal?” she asks.

“...Aerea?” is the woman’s reply and suddenly some air enters her lungs again; she nods, and the ‘woman’s’ eyes brighten too. “Yes, it’s me,” he says in that woman’s feminine yet husky voice. Her husband’s face is far more angular, but the appearance he dons now has a somewhat subdued angularity to match it, and an entirely softer looking body to contrast it with. His new form comes up from the bed and closer and it is almost surreal as he reaches out for her new body.

She looks down at herself again, thinking to take a peek at her breeches. She feels the absurdity of her new male effects, but isn’t she short for a man?

Rhaegal brings a dainty hand to hold her upper arm. “This is strange,” he says as he examines it until finally settles on a squeeze. “How could this be…”

Aerea, resigned, resorts to curling into him, demanding a hug. “Someone put a curse on us and made me a stubby sickly man,” she says in half desperation, leaning her head on her husband’s— wife’s? — shoulder.

“Don’t say that,” he wraps his hands around her, repressing a smile. “I think I may be considered the short one of us two, anyway.”

Aerea huffs as she sniffles. “You are as tall as any woman, and have gained giant teats for yourself,” she says. “Don’t you dare pretend to complain.”

Chuckling, he weaves a hand into her short hair, ruffling through it. “Neither should you, then. I think you make a pretty man.”

“Shut your mouth lest we stay this way!” she yells at him, only making him laugh. “I can’t believe this…” Tightening her embrace upon him, he squeals slightly, the way she often does when he locks on her firmly. He returns it quickly as he relaxes in her thicker arms, but it is strange to have him respond in that manner so easily.

Garnering some interest in that difference, she sets out to understand the situation in her hold better, and scoops him from behind into her hold.

“Aerea—” he yelps, quick to bring his hands to hold onto her body’s shoulder. She licks her lips and carries him around in her arms. She never quite understood why he liked doing it to her, but now she feels she does. It feels quite nice to feel him readjust his hold on her closer and closer.

“This is why you like to twirl me around so much, huh?” she asks. The girlish face he dons is beet red. The dainty fingers that on her nape play with her thin tufts of hair present there gently as he considers what to say.

“...I like it when you do this,” Rhaegal brings the hand back to her new face, cupping the round jaw and leaning down to kiss her slowly. Suddenly, her arms grow shakier. Gods, I need to go against a wall. She likes it when he gets her against a wall —

The doors to their room suddenly slam open, and she loses her grip on her husband-wife’s body. They manage to grip each other so he isn’t toppled backwards to the floor. Holding each other in some shock, they turn their heads to look at Mother, who seems exasperated enough to rip out all of her hair.

Alicent first seems flabbergasted to a degree, but recovers from it with a shake of her head. “Aegon, Helaena, I need you in the hall room,” she says as if she’s about to collapse. “Your brother has lost all of his wits. He woke up and started running around saying his name is Aemma and ogling his swords. Dress up and help me make him regain his sanity, I beg you.”

Aerea and Rhaegal share a prolonged look.

“Prince Aemond, please!” they hear Ser Criston’s voice from outside the hallway. 

“I think our sister is going haywire with new opportunities,” Aerea says. “We better see to her, husband.”

Rhaegal hums, while Alicent’s eyes open like saucers.

“What are you talking about,” Alicent yells at her. “Aegon, if you are in on the same shenanigan—”

Rhaegal comes to Alicent, holding her hand with his own small ones. “Mother, we will sort this out. Do not fret a thing.”

Aerea never thought she’d see her mother that speechless ever again, but alas. Until they figure this out, such a world is filled to brim with entertaining opportunities.

#helaegon #helaena x aegon ii #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #hotd #*aereagal #*aerea #*rhaegal #*aemma #*alicent #*reqs #*fanfics #*answered

[kriz-fics]

The Sword's Legacy

Series Summary: As the heir of your father's lands, you have grown up knowing that one day you must wed to your House's advantage, and there's no better catch than the younger son of the Magister himself. Meanwhile tensions within the king's court are set to come to a head at any moment - it just needs that spark to send everything ablaze. Now in a court more dangerous than the one you entered, you find distraction and joy in the company of the beautiful boy with the beautiful eyes. You can only hope to weather the storm you can sense brewing in the horizon.

Masterlist

Chapter Nineteen: Weeds and Duty

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Genre: Royalty AU, Historical Fantasy AU, Romance, Politics, Warfare, Eventual Smut (future chapters), Slow Burn

Length: 9.7K

CW: Pretty tame this chap, though there is a bit of friskiness in there. Recommended listening for YN's POV in the beach: Dancing in the Rain

“Ah, this one would be-”

“Demon’s thistle, sir.”

The Lord Alexander Rhyzkov laughs. “My daughter has taught you well.”

Eren lets forth his own chuckle. “That she has, sir.”

That dreaded day of goodfatherly bonding turns out not to be so dreadful. A huge bear of a man he may be, but the Lord Paramount of Vascalin is as gentle as a pup, and amiable as he always is.

Eren had started the day utterly sick with nerves. On the one hand, dawdling in his rooms seemed like a very viable option. He had almost done so; the thought of what his future father by marriage would say (or do) were he late killed the notion dead. Eren hastened forth, as frightened as if he were walking to the scaffold. 

Like the condemned, he took inventory of his sins, especially those against the ancient House of Rhyzkov. Not many, to be sure, but he had trespassed now and again. He could’ve endeared himself better to the family in the wheelhouse when they were yet traveling. There was that incident with the newt and Lydia (she did keep the thing as a pet and laughed about it afterward, but still). Then, there was his worst sin, the worst and blackest of them all, which had everything to do with the Rhyzkovs’ beloved heir and his less-than-pure thoughts of her over the past year…

He resolved never to look the Lord of Arsechkala in the eye, then - eye contact was crucial for the reading of minds, and Eren had taken into his head that the lord of bears could somehow read his.

Funny that his first battle (which was not a battle, not in the truest sense) had not been half as petrifying as the prospect of spending time alone with his future goodfather. The absurdity of it all had sobered him. He is an anointed knight, the Falcon Knight, the Knight of Highridge, he had faced worse things. He is a man and this would not unman him. And so he went, determined to face it like the man he is.

He need not have girded up his loins so tightly, for good fortune smiled upon him. For this day, at least.

“Not all weeds are an evil, as any man of the field will tell you. Some have their uses.” Lord Alexander pulls up another bunch of fine, silvery spider weed and adds it to his already teeming basket. “Some are eaten, some are drunk, some have other, more extraordinary uses.” He considers the mass in his hamper and nods in approval. “I think I have enough for the making of one kerchief. For the sweet lady of the house.”

The utter love in the older man’s mien resonates with Eren. His own lady’s sweet smiling face fills his world. He has a gift for you (another, yet another, you can never get too much, he can never give too much), furnished by nature as well. It is no delicate scrap of gauzy spider silk but it should be no less remarkable. Or so he hopes. It will all rely on his skill; hard work has never been so crucial, not if he wants what is best for his lady.

“There’s a lesson to be had in weeds, I think,” Lord Alexander goes on, uprooting dandelions and adding them to his second basket, filled with more dandelions, clovers, and nettles. Edible weeds, fit for tea. “I shan’t lay them all out, but they’re there, if you care to think on it.”

The Month of Resting came upon them at a slow creep and with it true autumn for them as live in the South. The autumn storms blew ever more fierce each week, which heralded the closing of the ports. A serene silence fell over the city as the people took their rest from seasons’ worth of hard work. The rains drive them all within and keep them there, in any case, as though determined to let them have that much-needed respite from the slog.

Goldhaven’s sanctum is not so green as before. Browns and yellows and oranges, crimson and gold, autumn’s hues paint the sacred gardens in vast swathes. The ever-present wind is chill and cuts through cloth as a hot knife cuts through butter (for those stupid enough not to dress proper up here, anyway). The day dawned a rare one, lacking cloud and shade, and so Goldhaven’s lord sent the dire invitation at last.

“How has your stay been so far?” Lord Alexander eyes a bunch of still-blooming goldenglow thoughtfully, before adding them to his tea basket.

A clutch of raven blades catch Eren’s eye. Good for the memory, you tell him helpfully, and so he sets about taking them up. He can give them to you for your brews. “It’s been a terrific couple of months, I thank you so much for the hospitality,” he answers the lord’s erstwhile question, polite as pie.

Lord Alexander hums in approval. A comfortable silence, one of many occurring that day, falls upon knight and lord. For a long while, Eren is content to spend the time merely weeding, searching for those that can be of use to his sweet Healer. Most boys will be searching for flowers for their girls, not weeds, yet here he is. The thought is most humorous. He had given you a lifetime’s worth of blooms the past season, in any case; you are always better off with a little more variety, he likes to think.

“You grew up in part in the South, yes? Lenberg, as I recall. Is it so very different from these parts?” Lord Alexander hands him a blackberry from the nearby bush and eats one himself.

Eren murmurs thanks and pops the morsel in his mouth. It is sweet if a little tart, and succulent; the juice runs down his throat in sugary rivulets, so very tasty. “It is different, sir, but not so much that both sides are distinct from the other. Different tongue, different customs, but otherwise the same.” He smiles a little. “Now that I’ve spent time without them, I find that I can miss our holy days. The Creed’s, I mean. Not that it’s deadly dull here or anything!” he rushes to clarify before the lord can take offense. “It’s just… You don’t celebrate much. But if you do, it’s so much more… exciting.”

The lord, to Eren’s great, good fortune, does not take offense. “‘Tis true, we don’t have cause to celebrate any one god for every month of the year, and so we limit ourselves to life’s most significant occasions. But, see, we have more gods than the Creed could ever fathom. If we did as you do, we would be feasting every day forevermore to appease the Old Ones, they who are nameless and without number.”

Eren steals a look at the nearby godstone. It is the cleanest, most well-cared-for godstone he has ever seen, so much so that he can see every detail upon the proud, serene face of the featured god. How many gods does this one represent? he wonders.

“So, a knight you are now,” the Lord Alexander remarks, absently, almost to himself. He seems far away from Eren then, though he is standing not five feet away, twirling a bloom of poppy between his fingers. He catches Eren’s stare and smiles beneath his big, luxurious beard. “A title most well-earned. Not easily, I know,” the older man’s eyes linger on Eren’s face, at the slash above his left eyebrow, then flickers to his right arm, at the puckered scar concealed by his tunic’s sleeve. “It seems we are both marked by that day.” The lord rubs at the rich amber sleeve of his robe distractedly, at the right forearm that bears the mark of the northman’s blade. “But yours were more nobly begotten. It is no small feat to save the life of the Majesty himself.”

“It was my duty.” They are his own words, it is his own tongue, yet Eren hears a stranger speaking.

“Duty.” Lord Alexander seems to ponder the word. The poppy twirls in his hand, red petals spinning left, right, and back again, unceasing. The older man gathers himself, and Eren finds that he has held his breath, bracing for what his future goodfather may say. “She is your duty.”

That… is most unexpected. “Sir?” Eren frowns a little, confused.

“Her. The Lady Rhyzkova to come. She will be your calling, the heart of your service. Oh, they make you swear, to defend, to be truthful, to be loyal. To serve. But such vows these are. Who shall you defend? The weak, the helpless. To whom should you be loyal? To her, your liege. Yet, in the end, it all comes back to the king, who is above all.”

The poppy drifts from the large and lordly hand, to land lightly on the basket atop the goldenglow. Red on gold. The Rhyzkov colors inversed. 

“Service is the very essence of a knight,” the lord continues his solemn speech, “but you are more than just her knight. Of knights she has aplenty, of husbands she will have only the one. Knights are loyal, obedient, dutiful, yet their vows would have them serve many, too many. A husband has only to serve one. A husband is bound only to one. For where she goes, will you go. From two now as one, your hearts forever bind.”

The words of the wedding rite. New and old both. 

Eren can feel his heart beat just that bit faster as his goodfather-to-be fixes him with the most imposing look. “The weak, the helpless, the king, you have a duty to them. But next to her, what are they? Remote and far away and not immediate. She is your everyday. Your duty, you will revolve around her. So be there for her. Be there for her, Eren, as her mother is for me.”

The smile the older man gives Eren softens the austere lines of the bearded face as he goes on, “It is a heavy burden, to rule. It is tiring and oppressive, so very oppressive. And it gets lonely, up there at the seat of power. She will need you to help her bear the chains of command. Carry her, protect her, love her. We do not oft come into it, love, not our sort, but I think…” Eren fights not to look away as Lord Alexander gazes at him with so much gravity as if to lay bare the very soul of him. Her eyes. You have the lord’s eyes. You are the very image of your mother, but for those eyes. The wicker of his basket digs into his palms. “Yes, I think love is not such a hard commission, not for you.”

Loving tenderness takes the lord’s face over once more as he bends to pluck more poppies. “I would have fallen beneath the weight of my own chains had Theresia not been there with me through it all,” says Lord Alexander, so very softly. “Love her, Eren. That is all I ask, as a father who loves his daughter. Keep to that duty and I will rest content.”

Duty. She can be such a poxy bitch at times. It had never been for her sake that Eren took up the call to arms. Duty had been far from his mind when he set out to become a warrior. They are not so much strangers nowadays. He had learned the way of duty over the years, she is not so exacting a mistress as he makes her out to be, granted. Yet he is slowly coming to find that she is easier to bear with some more than others.

He can bear duty to you. “I will, sir. There’s no one else I’d sooner serve than her,” Eren Jaeger avows, with his own words and his own tongue.

The lord bends to pick up his baskets, pleased and so very content. “Nothing could please me more.” He is a big man, Alexander Rhyzkov, a veritable bear of a lord, yet his countenance at present is more redolent of a child’s stuffed bear than a living, savage one. “Of all the candidates for the hand of my daughter, you are the best of them, I see that now. I could not have asked for a better goodson.”

Warmth blooms deep within Eren at the heartening words. “I-I’m glad you think so, my lord,” he forces out and stoops to retrieve his own basket - the better to look away from the older man, he is so flattered and so, so flustered - then hurriedly snatches his hand back as he spies a centipede crawling amidst his harvested greens.

“Ah, here.” Lord Alexander strides forward with a stick he had procured from the nearby bushes and proceeds to scoop the poisonous thing up. He flicks the stick and the creature away, into the blackberry bushes; the hundred-legged thing vanishes beneath the undergrowth. “Such nasty creatures, but so vital to life’s cycle. As are so many others… Come, lad, we have weeded as much as we can, let us leave them to repopulate the area in peace. You have much still to learn. Unless my girl has been a thorough teacher, in which case you must show me the fruits of her knowledge.”

“We both have a lot to learn, sir, but she was very thorough with what she knew. I only hope to have made her a good student.” He did, when all is said and done, which comes as a great relief. It will not do for him to make such a fool of himself, or to undermine his lady’s capabilities. You will find in him a good and able servant, which is just as well. You are as fine a mistress as he can ever hope to serve.

My lady, my mistress, my duty. It will seem that they all three are one and the same. If you are duty, though, you are not such a poxy bitch now, are you?

“A fountain such as this would work well, don’t you think?”

You consider Yelena’s fount, watching the water spray into air and trickle down stone. The skies above are not so gray as the pool, and don’t threaten rain. It is a good day for gardening. You had offered to replenish Healer Darya’s stores and had seized your chance when the day dawned fine and bright. You had not been long at your labors before Father happened upon you in the green (that was not so green), intending to do his own spot bit of gardening. The company is much welcome. You would’ve invited Eren had he not had the yen to spar the morning away. And it has been a while since you and your father have spoken in a more relaxed setting away from statecraft and policy.

A patch of stink bloom is flowering not a foot from you. You give the plant a wide berth, wrinkling your nose and thanking the gods that you have not stepped on those. They are the most horrid things in the garden by far; curiously (and most ironically), they also make up the stuff of the best perfumes in existence. Everything has its uses, even life’s dregs. You give your father answer at last, “Yes, a fine fountain would be a good idea. It’ll make it more the water gardens you envision, what with the river and all.”

Lord Alexander hums, though his pleasant mien is replaced almost at once with one more regretful. “Yes, I can see it now, the Sphere restored to its old glory, perhaps even better than before! Ah, I should have started years ago, when all was quieter and we could better afford to be extravagant. All those years staying at the place and not once did I see its worth. The gods only know why they sent the curse of yearning a score too late.” He sighs and picks up his pruning shears. “The Lady Zoya had the right of it. War makes misers of us all.”

“You think it will come to that?” 

You are staring back into your own eyes, all of a sudden. The Rhyzkov eyes. Men are wont to say you have your mother’s look, the Dietrich look, yet your eyes are all Rhyzkov.

The Rhyzkov eyes that behold you soften. “Once, there was the sweetest little girl of six tottering about the council chambers. The flagon she carried was half her height and weighed like bricks. She was barely tall enough to see over the table but she did her duty well and ably, never was a better cupbearer ever seen in those parts. That same little girl would bring us joy of a night when she would give her little speeches at dinner. A passage from some political treatise she was too young to understand, a short poem of legends past, whatever the Herald had her recite to ease her tongue and nerves to public speech, all brought us such delight.” Melancholy wistfulness fills those Rhyzkov eyes. “It seemed like such a short time ago, those years of bliss. Now, that little girl is a woman grown.”

“Not just yet,” you are compelled to point out, smiling slightly.

Lord Alexander huffs in amusement. “A year makes no difference, it will pass us by faster than we’d all like.”

“What was war like?”

Something seems to fracture behind those Rhyzkov eyes. The sight wrenches at your heart, but you must know.

“I see you are not to be put off. Admirable in a ruler, inconvenient for the father of that ruler, when she asks the most inconvenient questions.” Father heaves a deep breath, his massive shoulders rising and falling with the action. “I was your age when red war broke out, or near enough as makes no matter. Your lady grandmother was no novice of battle, she had seen her share of transgressors over the years. All of them foreign, as it happened, Cydamae in those days had been hellbent on conquest. We hit them hard enough to scare them off, thank the gods. For this lifetime, at least.

“You will never learn battle as I have, you have been blessed in that, child. It is no easy thing, to take a life with your own hands, to see the light leave their eyes as they enter the ether, to feel their bodies giving way beneath your steel… Or, should I say, it is too easy. People should die harder than that, I remember thinking then. What life you will take will be by your word. Some say that is easier by far, but sometimes, I put that into question. Their ghosts still haunt you all the same… But it is a necessity you have to bear, for the greater good.

“I wish I could tell you more about how it is to rule through such times, but I have never had that chance. Would that your lady grandmother was here with us now. I was only ever her warrior, her soldier, taught to obey commands first and foremost. The ruling came after all was at peace. All I can do is ease the way for you and pass on her wisdom.” The look of melancholy deepens. “With things the way they are these days… Outlanders are not our greatest enemies and never have been. For as long as she has been, Lovaya has contended with enemies from within more often than those from without.”

The skies seem grayer now up above, the wind brisker, chillier. It makes the green rustle louder than before and near muffles the sound of the fountain. “Know that I do not want to see you in such times, child,” Father says, so very softly. “I only hope that this is but a passing shadow, as it has always ever been. I hope I have done well by you, in any case, come what may.”

Come what may. Your fingers wrap about your gardening shears and hold fast. “I won’t fail you, Father.” In that, I have no choice. No choice but to thrive, and succeed, for too much hung in the balance. Your city, your State, your folk.

You stiffen with surprise as Father comes close, bends, and presses his forehead lightly upon yours. For a while, you stay thus, father and daughter taking comfort from the other in this their sacred sanctuary. You close your eyes briefly and take in the beloved scent of solace, of tea and leaves and green growing things, so full of life. You wrap yourself in it, as you had your favorite childhood blanket, the one you could not do without, for without its protection, the monsters in the dark would come and take you away to the deepest hell. You feel the scratchiest of kisses upon your forehead. “You are so very young, sweet child.” Father moves away, and you are a woman grown once more. Or near enough as makes no matter.

“I suppose we had best hurry, if it’s threatening rain. What else must you gather?” Father asks as he turns to his gardening once more.

You appraise your basket, running over the list of herbs in your mind, before replying, “Dittany.”

“Dittany…” Your father beckons you over to a hedge of shrubs lining the righthand parapet of the sanctum. The distinctive gray-green leaves of the healing herb stares up at you from beneath the hedgerows.

“I never thought to see that adage come alive in you,” Father remarks as you bend to cut yourself a clutch of greens.

“What adage?” you ask vaguely, distracted by the pressing task of choosing the best specimen for use.

“The hands of a ruler are the hands of a healer.” Father brushes a gentle hand over your head. “That you shall be, I know, in more ways than one. They will love you well, when you come into your own. The Light of the South, as your grandmother was and her mother before her and all the ruling ladies of Arsechkala there ever was, back to the Queens of Sand and Sea.”

You stand, cradling your basket. The Light of the South. You smile as Father wraps a huge arm around your shoulders and guides you back into the shelter of the palace. No choice but to thrive. No choice but to succeed.

“I hear you’ve been making a Healer out of your knight as well.”

“Well, I had to get him into your good graces somehow,” you laugh, but sober up at once. “He was a very attentive student, picked up things so quickly. He’ll make a fine gardening companion.”

“That he did.” Father herds you into his greenroom so you may start drying herbs. “You can make the sanctum bloom together someday, perhaps even the Sphere, restore it to its bygone glory. Wouldn’t that be pleasant?”

You take up a seat in front of the dark wooden counter and place your basket on the tabletop. “So very pleasant.” Perhaps the both of you can make more than a garden bloom, in time. Come what may, through light and dark, it will be pleasant to have Eren by your side. It won’t be so bad, to walk in darkness with him. You can bear the darkness with him.

---

Across the sea, the sail is growing with every passing minute. Up above, the skies are growing grayer still. The wind, already brisk, forever brisk by the seashore, blows ever more fiercely.

“My lady!” Troian calls from his post by the dunes. “We should go back! The sky will break any moment!”

The ship is so close, yet so far away from the safety of your port. You must see its journey through. “It’s all right, I want to stay. Just a bit longer.”

“You’ll catch a chill if you get soaked!”

It is astonishing how irritating an otherwise heartwarming sentiment can be. “We brought drying sheets this time, didn’t we? And you are well-equipped with that rainshade of yours. We go when I say we go, and not before.”

That brings the galling bleating to an end. “...my lady. Of course, my lady, I meant no offense. Was only doing my duty, beg pardon.”

Guilt makes the frost within melt some. “Pardon granted, no offense was taken. You are only doing your duty, as you said.”

The trepidation vanishes from your sworn sword’s voice. “My thanks, my lady. You need only call whenever you’re ready.”

“Of course.” The blustering wind and the crashing waves are the only sounds to be heard for some time after.

Irritating and galling he may be at times, yet it cannot be said that Troian is a man wanting for duty. And loyalty. And so the tail becomes the shield. Father had chosen your shield well, for all its worth.

“It’s about time you have a shield of your own, my lady, the Liege of Vascalin must always be well-protected,” Lord Alexander had said, a couple of days before he left. “And I know just the man you’ll be needing.” At least he had not needed to look far for the paragon. Childish grievances aside, you cannot have asked for a better shield than Troian. Better him than some cold, aloof sword you cannot talk to; you do not think you can stand another Yelena serving you in close quarters.

A beam of light cuts a trail of white across the pewter skies toward the horizon, from the sea lamp by the docks. Having it lit had been one of your first major commands as ruling Lady. The Lodge you have had opened as well to welcome this galleas to port. A stray ship is an uncommon sight during these times and poses no small amount of risk - were they pirates - but the sail is enough to give them the benefit of the doubt.

Black it is, with the distinctive sleek lines and geometric shapes so favored by the Gleaming Islanders, picked out in silver thread. Perhaps this is the vessel of the new Kayigar ambassador, Prior Ilya had told you, they had been due to arrive some weeks ago but had yet to put in an appearance. Most like they were caught in some storm and are lost, or worse, floating down to rest at the bottom of the sea; you have all but given them up as a lost cause. It is a relief, unexpected but a relief nevertheless, to see those sails appear on the horizon. It will be wise to open the port to receive this one, you all agree. And were they pirates masquerading as ones harmless, the garrison will be more than enough to throw them back to the depths.

Were they the genuine article, though… You roll the green tear around your palm, feeling the slightly pitted but otherwise smooth finish of the glass rubbing against your skin. It will seem the Lady Rhyzkova has guests to entertain. 

An eel slithers quick inside your stomach. Drumming your fingers against it brings it to heel. For the moment.

It is not a hard thing, to entertain guests. There are harder duties to be had than greeting foreign dignitaries. You are equal to the task. You must be equal to the task. You will not shame Father so.

He had left not five days past to answer the royal summons to court. At once, you were apprehensive. This is a first, a very concerning first. The Month of Resting has barely dawned yet already there are summons. Only for the Conclave, Father told you, as though that would reassure you (it does not). He had chosen not to bring the family along, citing your rest and well-being as his priority, he will have you enjoy what time you have away from the bedlam of court for as long as you can.

“Vascalin is yours, my lady,” he said during your leave-taking in the palace courtyard, looking down at you from his gray destrier huge as he was, before calling the march. And so the torch was passed.

You have gone to great lengths not to drop it. Now you find yourself juggling duty and anxiety, wondering what has happened that is so urgent that the king must needs summon his advisors to court a month early.

The Northern Matter, it must be the Northern Matter, nothing else in recent memory has plagued the realm as much as it has. The northern lords must have called their banners and are threatening war.

A cold drop of water splashes onto your forehead. From the sky, not the sea, you note, even through your distraction. You are by the surfline when next you register your surroundings. Seafoam brushes the tips of your toes, cool as ice. The sail has grown even larger.

No, that can’t be right, nothing is confirmed, there is no need to get ahead of yourself. To jump to conclusions so easily ill becomes a ruler. There is no war as yet, not until there is solid, hard evidence of the fact.

But why else would the king call the Conclave? He won’t summon them all just for anything, not for a matter that can keep until the court returns to session. And jumping to conclusions is not all bad - it is prematurely acting on them that ruins many a good liege. You are well within your rights to assume, and consider all your options for all the possibilities open to you. As Father will do.

Eren calls your name from further down the coast. He comes to you at half a walk and half a jog. “Let’s go back, the sky’s about to come down.” 

Come down it does no sooner have the words left his mouth. You shiver as the heavy drops patter against your skin like water made rock - not quite hail but close enough. Yet you make no move to return to your shield and the shelter of his rainshade. You simply watch as Eren draws closer, sodden and tousled.

The both of you had spoken of this political development in great detail the past few days. While he offered interesting insight, and no small amount of comfort, you cannot help but wish he is a bit more politically minded. Eren the Statesman is there, you can sense him, yet he lacks practice and experience in the realm of civic intrigues. While you can coax him further down that road, it will take time. You do not have time, you can’t wait for the reassurance - born of practical, pragmatic, and realistic thinking - that you need at present, much as you would love to receive it from him.

You had written Armin at once, this practical, pragmatic, and realistic friend of yours, and told him all. Well, not all. It is all well and good to speak of the Northern Matter - everyone and their mothers know of it by now. Not everyone is privy to the Conclave’s business, however. If news of their dealings are to be common knowledge, it will not come from you.

Armin had shared your concerns of further conflict yet, ultimately, you can do nothing but wait, wait and see how the tapestry will unfold, and react accordingly. That was his most practical, pragmatic, and realistic answer.

Wait. It seems that you must wait after all. The practical, pragmatic, and realistic answer, it transpired, did little to reassure you.

Eren is before you at last, soaked to the skin as you are. His dark hair is plastered to his head, fringe half-obscuring his eyes. “Look at you, you’re soaked! Why didn’t you run to Troian and his rainshade?” He stares down at you, equal parts fond and exasperated. You stare up at him, silent, merely observing. Half-obscured they may be but still you can see his eyes. They seem more gray than green, today. Gray as the skies above. Gray as the seas below. Such a drab color, you have always thought, yet in him, it isn’t so.

Slowly, the exasperation vanishes the longer he beholds you, until all there is left is soft fondness. He raises a hand and lightly presses his knuckles onto your forehead. “My lady’s in her head again,” he says, mild and quiet, before looking out to sea.

The ship is close to port, close enough for you to see each hoary line and stripe and bar that crisscross the ebon sail. It slips past the distant rocky bluffs soon after, and at last, you know they are safe.

“You’ll do fine, love.” You start as a rough and gentle hand cups your face to turn you away from the distance. “Come what may, the Lady of Vascalin will do what needs to be done. And she will do it well and perfectly.”

Thump, thump, thump.

What have you been thinking, looking to others for comfort? There he is, standing before you, as he has been all this time, saying the right things, as he has always done. What would statesmen know of giving comfort, true and honest, anyway? Eren as he is is enough. You need nothing else.

Rough and gentle fingers stroke your face, his calloused skin warm, warmer than it ought to be in this chill rain. You watch him, silent, so silent, hardly daring to breathe as he begins his tentative study of you. Rough and gentle fingers trace down your cheek, your chin. Your breath hitches in your throat as his thumb brushes the bottom of your lip, the touch light and so very faint, a wisp of a touch, hardly substantial.

More. Touch me more. I need more.

But he is moving on, lower, to your neck. What disappointment that rose within you vanishes as you feel his fingers curl about your neck, feel his thumb press against the hollow of your throat above your black pearl pendant, firm, firm as he had not been with your lips. Your heart lodges itself into your throat. You wonder if he can feel it beating, hammering, pounding beneath his hold.

It feathers across your collarbone, his thumb, in another mild caress. Watching him is the most fascinating thing. For he is as lost in you as you are in him. He runs his hand down your sodden skin as though entranced, caught in a spell of your own making. He seems detached, somehow, yet attentive at the same time as he drags his fingertips lower, lower, until they are stroking the soft swell of the tops of your breasts, partly bared by your red deep-necked vevda. The shiver that courses through you has nothing to do with rain’s chill.

Everything fades and ceases to be. The sea, the rain, the cold, they are as nothing. There is only Eren and his fingers, rough and gentle and sensual as they run down your chest, tracing the curves, sliding below the soft flesh to stroke the skin beneath.

The breath leaves your lungs entirely as he slips past the edge of your dipping neckline, stroking, caressing, feathering over the swell of your breast. The clinging fabric limits his movements and keeps his fingers firm against your flesh as he inches closer and yet closer to your nipple.

Thump, thump, thump.

Your soft intake of breath makes him stop. His eyes seek yours and hold fast, searching. Whatever he sees there makes him retreat, the heat of his fingers parting from your breast. Relief and regret contend within; you do not know which of them you want to win out.

He does not part from you entirely, that much brings you relief. His path continues down your front, across your stomach, until he comes to rest at last at your hip. His fingers curl about you and pull you close.

“We should go. We might catch a chill,” he says, in a voice so deep it sets shivers running through your body once more. But he makes no move to steer you away.

Which is just as well. The rain feels as warm and fresh as a spring shower. You aren't so cold, not anymore. What shivers wrack your frame come not from the weather. “I don’t feel cold.”

The eyes that stare down at you are so very black, those eyes that were once green. Green as the sea glass you had found earlier in the sand. Mermaid’s tears, they call them, and they come in all shades of dazzling colors. Luck brought you one to make a match for your betrothed.

Heaven’s tears cascade upon you in sheets devoid of any one particular hue. You watch as it soaks your betrothed’s face, droplets without count running down his fine features, threading through his hair and dripping, on his cheeks, his nose, his mouth.

A tear, jewel-bright, catches against his bottom lip, making the most mesmerizing sight. Your hands are moving before you quite know it. You pocket the sea’s jewel and raise your hand to give him your touch as well.

The tear slides down your forefinger to mix with the tears upon your skin. His breath is warm, his lips soft. You watch those lips purse and move to kiss your finger, slow and lingering.

You have always loved the way his eyes change color. From green, to blue, to gray, they are ever the colors of the sea. They are black now, black as the sea at midnight, filled with want and so much desire. It is with concerted effort that you draw yourself out of those depths. To drown in him will be the sweetest death yet you have a journey of your own to complete.

Your path continues past his lips, down his chin, to the hollow of his throat - the apple nestled within bobs a little as you pass, scraping your fingernail lightly against the prominence. You trace the crease of his strong chest, made visible by his vee-necked tunic, and lay a hand atop his heart.

Thump, thump, thump.

His cream tunic is near transparent now, the cloth clinging to every ridge and hard crest of his muscled torso and stressing the beauty of him. He is so warm, impossibly so, so very hale, and strong, and alive. Beneath your hand, his heart beats fast, drumming yet steady.

Black eyes draw you in once more, and this time you cannot look away. You are falling, drowning, lost in him. The lips that you had touched, so soft, so yielding, have parted. You can feel him down every inch of your body, he has pressed you up against him, his arms tight about your hips, your waist. His mouth is yielding yet the rest of him is not, you cannot break away even if you want to. And you do not. You do not, not when he is this close, and getting closer still, leaning down…

“My lady! Sir!”

The rain is icy cold again, and the wind is loud in your ears. So is your betrothed’s growl as he snaps his head up to look at the approaching guard. You swallow, your hand fisting against Eren’s shirt, and make to push away from him, despite yourself. The sane and rational within know he will not harm you (never, never), yet the deep and primal in you want to distance yourself from that terrifying visage of animal rage. If looks could kill… But he is iron and immovable, and so you have no choice but to remain within his embrace.

Eren’s mouth has closed and thinned in utter displeasure. “Fucking bloody bugger…” He squeezes your waist and sighs, the fight going out of him with the gesture. “Am I only allowed to kiss you in front of our wedding guests?” he grumbles, sounding so woebegone that your heart goes out to him even as you giggle.

You pat him gently on the chest. “Patience, love. You’ll have your taste soon or late.”

He gleams down at you, smirking a little. “I’ve never been known for my patience, love. I’ll have that taste, sooner rather than later.” He takes your hand from his chest and presses a kiss on the palm. A shock of heat spreads from your hand to the rest of you as you feel his tongue drag across your skin, wet and warm as the rain isn’t. “Sweet,” he murmurs, eyes smoldering up at you, then closes your hand around his kiss and frees you at last from his hold.

Troian comes up to you that very moment, holding the big crimson rainshade aloft and brandishing drying sheets, which you take graciously enough (Eren keeps his temper, at least, you are thankful for that much). You leave for home when you are as dry as you are like to get (which isn’t very dry at all).

The dunes are a trial to traverse with all this rain yet somehow you manage. This is where you had had your first kiss, you recall suddenly. It was yet another one of your customary trips to the beach. Mother was so occupied with the twins and the new babe, Darya, that it had been no difficult feat to stray away from your roost.

Roman had been with you, as he often was those days, being Father’s ward. What began as a simple stroll to collect shells somehow ended up becoming a game of Hawk and Chicken. It had been such a merry chase, made all the more merrier when you caught the chicken at last. Before either hawk or chicken knew it, though, they were tumbling down the dunes, you had been so enthusiastic in your role of raptor. When the world stopped spinning at last, you found that you had landed on the chicken with your mouth pressed firmly to his.

The days afterward had been nothing short of awkward yet the seeds of curiosity had taken root. You had not been able to take your mind off the kiss and the feel of a boy’s mouth on yours, so you had sought Roman out and kissed him again to see if you truly liked it some. You liked it more than some, it transpired, and so did he. The days of stolen kisses began not long after.

That is a tale you have yet to divulge to your jealous knight - you do not want Roman’s inevitable mauling to be on your conscience.

You have been writing each other as is your wont during the reprieve, as Eren will write Armin. That, too, you have not divulged, but Eren has never been interested in who you are corresponding with besides Armin; useless to give answers when no questions are asked. The Lady Meledina is getting worse, you learn from her worried yet resigned son, it is only a matter of time ‘til he ascends the Masquer’s Seat. That is the most dismal letter you have received this season.

You smile despite the gray turn of your thoughts as Eren drops his drying sheet over your head in a fit of gallantry and waves away your concerns about his well-being (what if he gets sick? He is too fit for that, apparently). The hand that holds his kiss, and a corner of your drying sheet, still burns. You flex the fingers within the damp linen. Yet another secret, stolen kiss. It seems that you are meant for stolen kisses.

Not for long. The thought buoys your steps onward and upward. You will have all the kisses you can possibly want, in full view of everyone. They cannot begrudge a young wife her husband’s kisses, after all.

Perhaps it isn’t so bad a thing, to miss that kiss. Another first had happened here, another memory is attached here, that of another kiss with another boy. You’ll have your kiss in a place all your own, a place free of another first, another memory, another boy. A place where you can have your own first and new memories with the one whom your soul…

“Oh, gods be damned.” Eren is tugging you hurriedly onward, away from the dunes as fast as he can while impatiently waving Troian over, urging him to pick up the pace so he can keep you shielded from the driving rain.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, worried and stumbling along in your knight’s trail. Should’ve worn a shorter vevda, you think for the hundredth time as you fight not to trip over your lengthy skirt. You did not come to the beach to go wading, yet you did not anticipate having to make a mad dash for home.

“Nasty buggers nearby.”

A bloom of them has manifested not too far from the dunes, sure enough, spectral sea jellies with huge pearly white caps and long deadly stingers, floating aimlessly across the sands. “They’re only deadly when crossed, and I have no intentions of doing so, I promise you,” you tell Eren. “There’s no need to rush, surely.”

He grunts non-committally, yet does not slow.

“Just how badly did it go for you the last time you ran afoul of the nasty buggers?” you query, remembering his words from the lakeside of Shimmerwood, weeks and weeks and weeks ago now. It is not something to laugh at, you know, yet you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips.

“Always wondered why Armin didn’t tell you that, it was the most entertaining thing. He couldn’t stop laughing at the time, anyway.” His face pinks such a pretty shade made more conspicuous by the gray dullness of the world. “You’ll have the tale from me… someday.”

“I can always write or ask him myself, you know.”

“Argh, my lady, just-” He sighs, shoulders slumping in defeat. The quick succession of expressions flitting across his face is most amusing. “It’ll be better coming from me,” he says at last, resigned. “I’ll tell you. Tonight. I’ll be your dinnertime amusement.”

You giggle and hold on to him the tighter. “On your word as a knight?”

“On my word as a knight.” Behind his exasperated resignation is no small amount of mirth.

The rain seems to be letting up some, you notice as you approach the sea gate. The guards salute you and inform you that the Kayigar ship has just docked; the customs officer is, as of this very moment, determining its legitimacy as a true diplomatic ship.

Duty and reality set in once more, yet they are not so frightening, not this time. You feel Eren’s hand squeeze yours and your soul sings. You are equal to the task, there never was any doubt about that.

---

Footsteps echo through the chamber as the steward and your guests climb the steps to the audience hall. But for that, the place is silent.

Not so, you realize. Drums are pounding in the deep, thrashing, booming loud in your ears, boom, doom, boom, doom, yet somehow, no one seems to give it any heed. It is a long while before the dawn breaks. What drums there are in the hall come from inside your chest. Still, the silence is so complete it is a wonder to you that no one can hear your private symphony.

Boom, doom, boom, doom.

Your bejeweled fingers grip the wreath of welcome on your lap, your only anchor, the only thing close at hand to keep you steady. Your true anchor is off to the side of the chamber with the rest of your little court. For the thousandth time, you wish he is up here with you. Only consorts have the right to stand on the dais with their ruling spouses, however, and it will be some time still ‘til that happy day of nuptial bliss. You must needs face your guests alone.

You suppress a sigh, clutch at the wreath just that bit tighter, and allow your eyes to flicker over to your betrothed. Not once did you feel his gaze leave you, and for that you are grateful. He has a blazing look on his face, hard almost, and filled with pride, so much pride that you feel yourself become emboldened as though you have imbibed the most potent of tonics. No tonic would be as revitalizing as that gaze, though, that you know without a doubt.

It seems such a ludicrous thing now, your trepidation. They are only guests, and no one to fear. You are equal to this task.

“My lady.” Paul Kolas the steward strides to the foot of the Golden Chair’s high dais, his usually thin voice coming loud and strong. “The High Marked and High Honorable Ambassador of the Gleaming Isles of Kayigari, Onyankopon, son of Ata Panin, of the Shavelocks,” he announces in the Diplomats’ Tongue, stumbling a little at the foreign, unfamiliar name but otherwise delivering a perfect introduction.

The Lady of Vascalin smiles most graciously and stands from her seat. “Your Honor, my lords,” you begin, mirroring your steward and speaking in kind, “I give you welcome to fair Lovaya and her beloved daughter Vascalin. In the sight of gods and men, I offer you the hospitality of our halls.” You raise the wreath, and at once, a group of servants set forth to crown your most exalted guests and offer them fare - slices of lamb and wine - to strengthen their rights to krajü.

Each man of the delegation has his head shaved clean, as only those of the black-skinned clan of Shavelocks could be. Of the seven Kayigar clans, the Shavelocks are deemed the least opulent, the simplest of the Islanders. Compared to their brethren of Goldveins and Proudmarks and all the rest of them, they eschew finery; His Honor, Onyankopon, in his robes of black and silver satin, is the very picture of quiet elegance.

“My most gracious lady, I thank you kindly for this warmest of welcomes.” His Honor dips into a deep bow and rises, smiling, his voice smooth and made more liquid by the refined inflections of the tongue of diplomacy. “We were led to believe that we would be received by Vascalin’s illustrious lord but here I see the most beautiful of women come to honor us with her beloved presence instead. Manu be praised, I did not think to bathe in the Light of the South’s radiance so soon.”

You laugh, soft and mannerly. “I thank you kindly for those loveliest of words, Your Honor. You are a credit to your trade, indeed. My lord father has received a most urgent summons, one that he must needs answer, and so he left me to rule in his stead.” Once the initial pleasantries have been spent, you go on, “We are most glad to see you well and whole, my lords. I must confess, we were most worried. The autumn storms are not known for their mercy.”

“Manu has blessed our voyage, and blessed us with the most excellent captain.” Onyankopon ushers forward a green-robed man, who bows and smiles, proud and humble both.

“A more blessed lot I have never seen.” You gesture at Paul, who strides forward at once. “You are weary, I know, from such a hard and dangerous voyage. A suite of chambers awaits you in the guest wing, where you can rest and recuperate at last. I took the liberty of having a feast prepared. They are taxing things, especially after a strenuous journey, but I hope you will honor us with your presence at table tonight.”

“Of course, my lady, we look forward to doing your excellent Lovayan fare justice.”

That is not half-bad, you think as you watch Paul escort your guests to their chambers, exulting and allowing yourself to feel some measure of pride. By the steps of the high dais stands Eren, gazing up at you with the same proud, hard, blazing look on his face that he beheld you with earlier.

You descend to meet him with a smile more genuine than any you had yet made during the audience.

That was not half-bad at all.

---

“My lady.”

You glance toward the drawn red velvet hangings of your bedchamber, surprised to hear Troian’s muffled call. Yelena is standing in front of you, fastening your sheer emerald-studded podonza to your left shoulder with a brooch of emerald, round-cut and ornamented with silver wings.

“What is it?” you answer, as Yelena finishes and steps away with a bow.

“Sir Eren’s calling. Should I send him in?”

“Ah, yes, please.” The sheer strength of your joy at the prospect of seeing your dear knight once more would have surprised you, once. Not at present, never again.

“I have come to worship at the shrine of beauty,” Eren declares, bowing an exceedingly low bow when you emerge from your bedroom.

“Oh, hush, you,” you giggle, dismissing Yelena and watching her cross the privy chamber to take her leave. Troian is standing by the entry hall a respectable distance away, keeping a close watch. 

“You didn’t change,” you note, eyeing your betrothed’s ensemble, the very same he had worn for the ambassador’s audience: a gold-trimmed vevda of red-violet with sleeves that fall to his elbows, paired with a podonza of gold brocade, fastened to his left shoulder by a square-cut tourmaline brooch. The wreath that circles his dark head is plain gold. He looks very much a prince tonight, you think, dreamily.

He snorts at your words in the most un-prince-like manner. But you won’t have him any other way. “I didn’t run a cavalry charge, did I? Didn’t make a mess of myself all day, I promise you, my lady. These threads still serve.”

You lean in close and take a whiff of him. Wood, the faint scent of laundry soap and sweat, Eren. All good scents. “Still smell nice, at least.”

He smiles and looks about the room. His expression softens. “You put them up already.” He walks to a framed bunch of moon violets on the wall opposite and examines them, running a hand down the gilt mounting, lost in memory.

You move to stand next to him, sharing in his thoughts. “I can never thank you enough for these.”

“You are most welcome, my lady. You deserve every single one. The land’s beauties for the land’s beauty.”

“Perhaps you should hang up your sword and take up a pen instead. Are you sure you’re not a poet?” You laugh as he pinches your side.

“Truth, love, no poetry.” His head swings slowly about as he searches each frame. “I know that was a long time ago and we weren’t exactly… partial to each other then, but did you keep-”

“They’re in there,” you nod to your bedchamber.

Something flashes across his face, something more than memory. “I haven’t told you, have I? Zeke was the one who told me to get you flowers. Most useful bit of advice I’ve ever gotten from him,” he says with the immediate disrespect of a younger brother. You shake your head at him, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. “I wasn’t too enthusiastic about the idea,” he shoots you a contrite look, which you pardon, waving him on, “but I saw the sense of that. Girls like flowers, don’t they? Took a quick look at the gardens, but all the flowers in bloom seemed… boring? Inadequate? Not enough? Only the winter roses stood out to me. They’re supposed to be a winter bloom but they were still there in the spring, living, fighting on until the very last cold snap.”

Still so very Eren, even with his choice of flowers. His account warms you to the very core. He put thought into his offering, though he knew you not, though he liked you not. Most boys would make do. But not him. Thank the gods I did not neglect his gift. His first gift. You suppose you have much to thank your future brother by marriage for. “Your brother’s rather romantic for someone who hates his wife.”

“I would never.”

Eren sounds a deal more serious, then, graver. You blink up at him, puzzled. “Never what?”

“Hate you. Not like he does Elva. I could never.” He turns so he can face you properly. At once, your heart begins to drum.

Thump, thump, thump.

“You are so very beautiful, my lady,” he murmurs and brings up a hand to run long, slender fingers through a loose curl, escaped from your bun. “My Lady of Rhyzkov is a woman of emerald tonight.” His eyes alight on the emerald rose that holds your tresses in place, before running slowly down your body in its opulent trappings of silver and emerald satin.

You feel that stare as if he had run his hands all over you. He almost had, that selfsame day. When he takes up a hand to kiss, you feel his mouth on your lips, your neck, your breasts. 

Desire rises hot in you once more. Your bed is so close, you realize, it will be so easy to draw him in, lead him past those velvet curtains and let your lust take hold at last. Again, and again, and yet again. After all, that is what the marriage bed is for. Our marriage bed. The insight brings another shock of heat through you. You will never look at your kip the same way ever again.

“May I have the honor of leading you in tonight?” Winter sets in when he withdraws and offers you his arm. The temptation to let them all bugger themselves and eat without you and your betrothed is a strong one, yet duty’s voice is stronger still.

You sigh and take his arm. “Of course, good Sir. Back to the slog of pleasantries and politics we go.”

“You did wonderfully, love, didn’t I say? It was a good start. And a good start will lead to a good path.”

You certainly hope so.

As the feast proceeds underway, with your Eren on your left and His Honor to your right in the place of high honor, you can see the truth of your knight’s words. Everything goes smooth as glass. It isn’t a bad start at all, you feel. Not half-bad at all.

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

---

A/N:

Duty, duty, duty. It starts for the little lady. What *is* going on in the court?

Eren hangs out with the future father-in-law (he's not so bad, heh) and reminded of his duties to you, anxiety sets in as duty starts to make itself known, and we start to see how YN will be as a lady ruling in her own right. So far, so good.

And things get that much hotter between the young lovers-not-lovers. Yet another kiss foiled, they really should stop taking it slow, yeah? And I would so love to see them kiss in the rain, nothing is more romantic...

Til next update!

Tagging: @princess-okkotsu @lukepattersin @tojis-discord-kitten @camilo-uwu

#eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #snk x reader #aot x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

[dl-oblivion]

can i have a fluffy headcanon from Shuu and ayato at the beginning of dating with his s/o? Pleaseee

Shu:

- In the beginning he’s pretty much the exact same person, just less cruel, and more willing to listen to his s/o. The change in his character is very gradual throughout the relationship, not immediate. He still see’s his partner as just food sometimes.

- Before if you caught him lounging, he would tell you how annoying you’re being, and to leave him alone. Now he expects his partner to lay with him, and to listen to music with him.

- Shu is way more gentle with his kisses, and bites. Don’t get me wrong he’s still very sadistic, but he’s with his s/o, because he loves them, otherwise they’d still just be his prey.

- With a lot of persuasion he’ll move, he would get annoyed, but he knows his lover would just keep nagging him. Before he would not budge for shit.

- Getting him to go out on a date is a rare feat, but when you do, the vampire fully enjoys himself (it’s totally worth all the begging). He loves PDA, and might even laugh at his partner’s attempts to hold his hand, or hug him. He’s such a different person when he’s happy.

- He doesn’t like going on fancy dates, and will only do so for special occasions. Going out to parks, the beach, and quiet places outdoors is ideal for him. Going to the beach at night, on a full moon, is the best. The smell of the ocean, mixed with his partner is his favorite thing in the world.

- Most of the time, a date night for the two of you is watching a movie together at each other’s homes, and cuddling. He likes this, because he can easily bite you, and get frisky if he wants to do something, freely. He’s kind of the embodiment of Netflix, and chill.

- He seems to be relieved, and a bit more at peace with his s/o around. He doesn’t really understand why, because they’re bothersome to him most of the time. It’s really weird that he looks forward to their presence.

- Shu has more than likely, been in a few short term relationships before. It always ends pretty quickly though, because he never puts in the effort to sustain it. In the beginning his s/o is going to have to put in a lot of work.

Ayato:

- Ayato is lot more self-conscious, and arrogant when he first gets into a relationship with his s/o. He always wants them to look at him no matter what.

- He becomes such a try hard when it comes to basketball, and just overall impressing his partner. He will do random things like spinning a basketball on his finger when you’re around, and pranking his brothers to get a laugh out of you.

- He’s not as degrading as he was before the relationship. Don’t get me wrong he’ll still call you by insulting nicknames, and likes messing with you, but it’s not as bad. He actually makes an effort to correct himself, if he’s feeling lovey dovey~.

- The vampire will follow his partner around a lot, and jump scare them cause it’s funny. If they look scared enough, it makes him want to suck their blood, so it’s a win-win in his book. Don’t try to scare him though, otherwise he’ll make you pay.

- Ayato would be absolutely horrific at planning dates, he’s more of a go with the flow kind of guy. Don’t ever expect him to arrive on time, unless it’s to go to watch some kind of sporting event.

- He’s way more rough with his partner. Now that they belong to him, he’ll put marks, and bruises all over their body. Nobody is touching his s/o that’s for sure.

- Instead of attempting to scare his partner all the time, he basically just tries to mess with them. He’s definitely the type of guy to hold his lover’s notebook, or something, over their head.

- He enjoys seeing that frightened look on their face, but also wants to see them happy, or frustrated. Ayato gets off on that cute look his partner gives him when they’re annoyed.

- When his partner is working on their homework, or studying, he’ll try to distract them by sucking their blood. If you’re focusing on something other than him he gets jealous, even if it’s something you have to get done.

- As the relationship progresses he becomes a lot more relaxed, and used to it. Even though he’s hooked up with chicks before, he’s never been serious enough to get into a relationship before, so it takes time.

#diabolik lovers #shu sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #sakamaki family #dialovers #headcanon

[scenecipriano]

Such Horrible Things(7)

Chapter Seven: Life Was Frightening...

Summary: Roman and Remus Hartfield are identical twins, with Roman being only two minutes and fifty-two seconds older than Remus. The two are polar opposites, Roman the loud and boisterous twin who loved Disney and various musicals, and Remus the twin who preferred to keep to himself until he grew close to you and showed his true chaotic nature. But is Remus really the chaotic one? Or is it the brother that people least expect…

Warnings: Unsympathetic Roman, Blood, Violence, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Mildly Unsympathetic Logan and Patton, Implied/Reference to Character Death 

TW For this chapter: death, abuse, car wreck

AU Type: Human

Ships: Logicality, (Toxic) Roceit, and Dukexiety

——————–

Sixteen, the supposed best year of your life. The year when you make your driver's license and give your parents a reason to tear their hair out because you're being a pain in the ass. If only that were Remus Hartfield's case, sure he gave his parents hell sometimes, choosing to sneak out at night to roam the town with his boyfriend Virgil, but it still wasn't quite the same. When you're sixteen you're not supposed to fear for your life, when you're sixteen you're not supposed to worry about your twin brother's boyfriend sporting new bruises every time he and Roman went out somewhere. Remus wasn't supposed to worry when Eden started to flinch at someone raising their voice or when Remus held his hand up for a high-five only to have the pastel yellow wearing boy to flinch and shield himself away. Remus wanted to say something, he wanted to ask Eden if everything was okay, even though he already knew the answer, and he wanted to kick Roman's ass for being an abusive prick, but he couldn't.

   Remus couldn't do anything because he was scared, Remus couldn't do anything because his constant intrusive thoughts of Roman hurting him or possibly hurting Eden worse than he already was kept him from standing up to his older brother. So, Remus stayed out of it, opting to stay with Virgil more often, his parents never minded just as long as he and Virgil didn't get up to any frisky business.

  He stayed out of it until he saw Roman hit Eden during a night he decided to stay home. Their parents were gone, Remus was walking into the kitchen to get a snack. He remembers hearing his brother and Eden messing around, then he heard Eden say the one word no one would ever dare to say to Roman.

 "Roman, no stop, I want to watch the movie."

  Remus felt his muscles tense up, he silently counts back from ten, the smack came before he even made it to five. When Eden lets out a pained yelp, that's when Remus storms into the living room. He sees Roman raise his hand again, ready to smack the smaller teen again. If you were to ask Remus why he did it, he wouldn't be able to tell you, but Remus grabs Roman's wrist right before he smacks Eden.

 Roman turns around and glares at his brother, his teeth gritted. Remus noticed at Eden was staring up at the two of them with wide bi-colored eyes, he tightens his hold on Roman's wrist when he feels his brother trying to move away.

 "Don't you fucking touch him like that again, Roman! If he tells you no it means no! Now, leave him alone!" Remus snaps.

 Roman growls softly under his breath and jerks his arm away, glaring at his brother for a moment before turning to glare at Eden who was cowering against the couch in fear.

"Oh, I see how it is. You don't want to do anything with me because you don't love me, what? Are you fucking my brother behind my back like some two-bit whore?"

 Eden winces and opens his mouth to argue, but Remus beats him to the punch.

 "Roman, shut up and leave before I make you."

  Remus and his brother glared at each other for several minutes before Roman gives up, with a deep breath Roman gets up from the couch. He stomps off upstairs, slamming his bedroom door shut causing both Remus and Eden to flinch.

  Remus could feel his hands trembling, he clenches them into tight fists as he takes a shaky breath. He looks at Eden and offers him a gentle smile.

  "Do you want to come to hang out with me and Virgil? We were planning on lounging at the park, maybe drink a bit and stuff."

  Eden goes to refuse but stops when Remus gives him a pleading look. He looks towards the stairs when he hears something break upstairs, knowing that it was something in Roman's room. Eden gulps and shakily nods.

  "D-Don't leave me here with him please..."

   That was how they ended up here, driving down the street in comfortable silence. Remus and Eden talked about everything, from music to their favorite book series. Eden felt more like a brother to Remus than Roman ever had.

  "There's a stop sign up ahead, Rem, you need to slow down."

  "Chill, Dee, I'm not a reckless driver, promise," Remus replies with a chuckle as he presses the brakes, only... he didn't begin to slow down. Remus blinks and presses the brakes again, once again they didn't slow him down as they should have. That was when the panicking started to set in, he presses the brakes over and over again. The car began to pick up speed as they went over a downgrade.

   "R-Remus, this isn't funny slow down!" Eden cries.

   "I-I'm trying! The brakes aren't working!"

   Remus glances at the speedometer, they were starting to reach sixty miles per hour. Remus presses the brakes again, praying that they would magically start working again. The sound of a frantic horn is what forces Remus to look to his right, his green eyes widen in fear.

   "Ed-!" His shout was cut off as the truck crashed into the passenger side. Remus braces himself against the wheel as the car goes flying,  he could hear Eden screaming, he even heard his own scream mixing in with the younger teens. Remus hits his head against the window, causing everything go-to black around him.

   Sirens are the first thing Remus hears when he comes to, he slowly blinks his eyes open. Everything around him was upside down, his left arm and right leg were killing him. 'What happened?...'

   Remus looks around, his papa's Nisan was a mess, glass and blood was everywhere, a familiar yellow beanie laid over the broken windshield. 'Wait... Beanie? Eden... The truck... EDEN!'

   Remus glances over to the passenger seat, Eden dangled lifelessly in the seat. Blood covering the front of his pastel yellow sweater, tears prick at the corner of Remus' eyes. He opens his mouth to try and call out Eden's name, only a sob broke through.

  A large piece of glass was darting out of Eden's neck, Remus knew that his friend wasn't going to be coming out of this.

  'Murderer.'

  A voice whispers, Remus closes his eyes tight, allowing his tears to slip down freely.

  Sixteen is supposed to be the best year of your life, but that wasn't Remus Hartfield's case because he was a murderer.

  Maybe he was the bad twin...

---------------

~TAGLIST~: @sparrow-flightninggale @perhaps-im-dave-rolland @maggiecc12

A/N: I’M SO SORRY also this is a two-parter- 

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #unsympathetic roman #sympathetic remus #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #virgil sanders mentioned #tw abuse #tw death #tw car wreck #tw blood #tw attempted guilt trip #tw murderer mention #god poor deceit #I am so damn sorry #he will be missed #please tell me if I need to add anymore tw

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #278

“they will seduce you, get through the door; then they bite you in the neck, leave you bleeding on the floor.”

Do you believe in dream symbolism? If so, do you ever look up what certain things in your dreams may mean? Some, yes, others, no. A lot just seem way too random to have stories behind them, but just as well, some dreams are obviously stemmed from our experiences, fears, desires, etc. Who was the last person who exploded on you? What was the reason? I have no idea, but probably Mom. Is there a certain name that keeps popping up in your life, like a name that many people you know have? No. What is something you have a "love/hate relationship" with? What do you hate about it, and what do you love about it? The first thing that comes to mind is technology. I grew up way too dependent on in despite my mom being a good mother that really tried to limit my time of it. It just never worked. Almost everything I do involves a computer. Through the Internet though, I’ve made spectacular friends, discovered great things (coughcoughmark), it helps me through depression and stuff… but I nevertheless hate how attached I am to it. Sometimes I feel like I’m so disconnected from the “real” world, “real” experiences, but then again, I also believe tech is a part of the “real” world. Idk how to really explain it; I have such mixed feelings. Do you like things that are cliché or not? What kinds of things that are regarded as "cliché" do you like? Sure, especially romantic cliches. I’m just such a sucker for that kind of stuff. What was the last quote you read somewhere, and who said it? “Speak your mind even if your voice shakes,” Ruth Ginsburg. We truly lost a hero. Have you heard any song mash-ups (when they put two or more different songs together) that you like? If so, which? Oh, quite a lot, I love those! The first one that comes to mind is “Centuries” by Fall Out Boy and “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had in 2014? Well, this is old. But anyway, I had one. How often do you say ‘lol’ in a computer or text conversation? Quite a bit. Idk, it just changes the tone of what you’re speaking. Whose hoodie did you wear last? My own. Have you ever listened to music you hated just to fit in? Ha ha… not devoutly, but I’d explore “cool” metal bands to try to get into. I didn’t make myself listen to them if I didn’t like ‘em, though. What’s an interesting fact about you that not many people know? Hm. Well, I don’t consider it “interesting,” but very few people (besides the Internet lmao) know that I essentially stole my then-best friend’s boyfriend by mutual flirting to the point he broke up with her and wanted me instead. I cut that shit the fuck out once he told me he loved me. It’s one of the things I’m most ashamed of. What do you want to do after high school? I’m long past high school, and let’s just say things are NOT going as planned lmao. At all. I had such, such a different vision. Do you do anything embarrassing when no one is home? No. If you had the chance to move to a completely different state/country, would you? I deadass want to move to Canada but am unwilling to move so far from my family. How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa? I don’t know age; it’s funny, I tend to remember things by school grades versus my age. Even in this situation, though, I’m not positive. Towards the end of elementary school, maybe? Do you have any saved texts? Yes, from Sara and Ashley. Do you ever play online games with your friends? Which one(s)? Once upon a time, my friend/”big brother” Sam and I would play WoW together every day and just chill out over Skype. He helped keep me company during my worst depression. We haven’t played together in quite a long time, though. I should message him. Which emoji did you use most recently? The upside-down smiley face on Facebook. Who was the last person to cry in your presence? Mom, probably. Or one of my nieces or nephew. Do any of your friends have small children? Yes. One of my closest friends had her son not even two weeks ago. Do you ever wear accessories in your hair? Which ones? No. What kind of fruit do you like? A good chunk of it. Strawberries, apples, grapes, pineapple, bananas, peaches… Is there anything you've always wanted to do that you've never told anyone? *shrugs* Maybe. Do you flush the toilet with your hand or your foot? ”I use my hand at home and in other people’s bathrooms, but I use my foot in public washrooms.” <<<< Same. What is your Myers-Briggs Type Indicator? (Ex: ENTP): INFP. Do you read any blogs? If so, which ones? No. Would you rather have curvy legs or skinny legs? I’d prefer to have an in-between. What is your favorite game show? Family Feud with Steve Harvey. How many times a day do you use the restroom? Hm. Depends on how much I drink. What was the last thing that made you cringe? Idr. What is your favorite ‘80s movie? I’m not sure, given how I don’t tend to recognize movies by decades. Do you have your own car? No. I don’t drive. Who was the last person who drew you a picture? I commissioned someone on deviantART to draw My Child Jaw and it is so FUCKING beautiful. Would you rather hold a scorpion or a snake? I love snakes, so guess. How do you usually get your exercise? I don’t, but that’s going to change when we FINALLY fuckin move. I’m going to walk as much as I possibly can because we have a sidewalk. Who are your godparents? Idk if I even have any. Are any of your siblings married? Three are and one is engaged. What does your phone case look like, if you have one? It came with a plain purple one. What is something you can draw really well? I think I’m pretty good at meerkats. Best field trip experience? The zoo in the 5th grade. One and only time I’ve seen meerkats irl. What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? Idr. It’s very rare I can pay for anything because I don’t have an income, but with gifted money and stuff, it was probably when I paid for my mom and I to eat at Olive Garden. I don’t recall how much it was, but OG isn’t cheap, so. Who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school? Idk. I had good teachers. What is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen outside of your house? I don’t know. Nothing exciting. Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Not really, no. There are cases where I do, like if I take too big a bite or something, but generally I don’t. Everyone has to eat. What is the worst thunderstorm you’ve experienced? I recall one in particular during my era of being terrified of them when we were on the way home from a friend’s house and there was INSANE lightning. I was crying so much in the back seat. I think I have experienced worse ones, that’s just the one I remember because of how much it terrified me. How quickly can you write an essay? Pretty damn quickly once I get into the groove of it. Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? No. What bug frightens you most? Oh yikes, idk. A lot of bugs scare me, honestly, particularly if they surprise me. Probably rhinoceros beetles. Are your parents supportive of you? Very. Have you ever participated in a mock trial, or a real trial? No. Have you ever had sex in someone else’s bed/bedroom? lol oops Have you ever had sex on your bedroom floor? How about your living room floor? YIKES this survey getting frisky but anyway idk. When you kiss someone, do you like to play with their hair? Yeah. Do you regret sleeping with anyone? No. Do you ever brush your hair before you go to bed? No…? Your hair is just gonna get messy while sleeping. Have you ever asked anyone out? Do you prefer to do the asking out, or wait to see if the other person will ask? Yes. I don’t really have a preference. Have your parents ever disapproved of anyone you had a relationship with? Not to my knowledge. When’s the last time you ran? HUNNY Brittany doesn’t RUN. Have you ever stayed online for a long time waiting for someone? Oh yes, I did that A LOT with Mini back when we were younger and RPed together like every day. Who or what sleeps with you? Roman, my cat. Would you wear a boy/girlfriend’s clothes? I somehow wound up with quite a few of Jason’s pj pants?????? But anyway yeah sure, I would. If it fit, anyway. Do you return your cart? I am a lazy person. But not that lazy. Do it. What noise do you hear? I’m currently listening to NateWantsToBattle’s cover of “Feel Good Inc.” Would you survive in prison? No. No. I know I’d try to commit suicide. Do you remember the last movie you saw while on a date? The IT remake with Girt. Have you ever cheated on someone? No sir. Do you kiss on the first date? I never have, but not saying I wouldn’t. BUT I most likely would not just because I reserve kisses for someone I really, really like. Usually by the first date I wouldn’t know that yet. Are you into sports? Nope. Have you ever used your bra to hold things like you would a pocket? HAHA I don’t think so. Who knows a secret about you that no one else does? My ex-therapist. What is your longest relationship to date? 3 ½ years. Who ended the last relationship you were in? It was brought up by her, but it came to be a mutual decision. Have you ever gotten back with an ex? No. Who was your first prom date? Jason. Have you ever dated someone more than three years older than you? For less than a day. Have you ever been used? I don’t think so. Do you like when I guy takes you by surprise and kisses you? This is making quite a few assumptions, but anyway, if we’re in a stable relationship, generally yes. It’s cute. Would you be more likely to date a redneck or a goth? My dream partner would be a goth, hnnnnnnnnGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Has anyone ever sung to you? Yes. Do you like massages? EW don’t touch me like that unless you’re my s/o. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No. When was the last time you spent the night at someone else's house? The last time I was at Sara’s. What scares you more, spiders or snakes? Spiders. Does it matter if a guy has a sense of humor? If he’s a romantic interest, yeah. Would you ever get implants? No. Have you ever had a crush on a sibling's friend? No. Have you ever dated someone with a child? No. I’m quite sure I wouldn’t. Have you ever dated someone of another race? For less than a day. Have you kissed anyone today? No. What was the last topic you read about? I beliiieeeve… Metallica’s new album. Have you ever participated in a fundraising campaign? I think? Again, I don’t have an income though so I’m unsure. Do you know how to knit? No. What’s your go-to order from KFC? I don’t go there. What was the last album you listened to in full? Oh man, there’s no telling. I generally don’t do that. Do you use pepper to season your food? Sure, that’s a common enhancement. Do you know anyone who has an unusual pet? Probably somebody. Have you ever known anyone who was homeless? My mother, Nicole, and I technically were at one point, we just had spectacular people let us live with them until we got a new place. Did you have a treehouse when you were younger? No. One does not simply build a treehouse in pine trees. Have you ever played Magic: The Gathering? Guys. Guys. For many many months now I’ve been dying to and idk why. That game was one of Jason’s favorite things in the world and so he taught me it how to play, though I never fully got it because there are a LOT of rules. When I had my PS3, I had one of the Duels of the Planeswalkers games, and I miss that shit. What are your thoughts on role playing games? Fun fun. What is a band you can't stop listening to right now? I’ve been seriously into 3TEETH lately, as well as Solence. Have you ever had a panic attack? LOTS!!!!!!!! Have you ever entered a talent competition? Naw, I don’t have an exceptional talent. Are you indecisive? Ridiculously so. Are you smiling in your Facebook profile picture? It’s actually one of my brightest smiles I’ve ever taken a selfie with. I look way happier than I am lmaooo. Describe your hometown. What's it like there? Small, notoriously dangerous. Do you have any expensive hobbies? You could say photography given the various lenses and other materials available, plus editing software subscriptions. What is the oldest online account that you still use? My email, probably. What was the last video game you beat? I wanna say it was the last time I replayed Silent Hill 2. Long time ago. What's your favorite Studio Ghibli film? I actually haven’t seen any. Have you ever been really passionate about something but then lost interest? If so, what was it? Yeah, sure, like various entertainers/bands/musicians, TV shows…

#survey #surveys #quiz #questions #questionnaire

[propinquityatbest]

Your Time.

You’re slightly rude at times but that’s okay. Certain days can be close to unbearable yet we somehow get through. If it wasn’t until Amy looked me closely in the eye and said “you’re only living like you’re the victim, try living with yourself and you’ll see just how challenging the condition is.” Take every word with a grain of salt because there is no sympathy in bitterness and right now that is all we need. Some days you’re hard to approach but as the day moves forward as it always does you seem to lighten up a little and everything starts getting brighter.

English breakfast - a drop of milk and maybe some honey if your feeling frisky. Always your favorite - always a blast come 9am. They told me the tumor wouldn’t last long yet it seems to be taking its time.  Why don’t you tell it to get a move on then? Enough of this nonsense you don’t spend a day out of bed when you have things to do. Maybe if you had a better diet you would be feeling better by now. Honestly.

I’ve made you some soup to keep you through the winter and maybe even spring so there is no reason for not eating. Don’t fill yourself up on junk - that’s enough. You have plenty of good food I make for you. How come you look so pale? Go for a walk - freshen up.

Your feet are so cold. And you are losing so much weight. Why do you keep hugging me like it is your last?

My principal rushed into the classroom, looked at me with great sympathy. I can still remember the worried eyes as he told me to walk down to reception but never why. Father was waiting in the car and yet still no word as to what was happening. We drove to the hospital everything moving so quickly I couldn’t mentally keep up, I was nine. Down a corridor then another, everything was so white, so new. There was Ma and her eyes were so red, I had never seen her cry until now. Finally, there you were, stiff as a table on that bed. Already at peace. I held your hand and Ma told me to say good bye. I guess you were going somewhere. Then your saliva clogged your mask and made funny noises - they were so loud. Everyone started calling out for a nurse thinking something terrible was happening and I could see them starting to cry in fear. But I didn’t want to waste my last few moments with you. I wasn’t frightened. I’d worked out this was the end and I knew these were the last noises I would ever hear you make. Your last communication with us. Still clear as day.

Walking into your room that night was the strangest I have ever felt. Everything was as you had left it that morning. Hairbrush still out, bed unmade, toothbrush still damp. Yet you were gone. Words cannot describe how odd it felt to sit in your room. It still smelt like you. I was so young yet I understood you weren’t coming back. I couldn’t stand seeing Ma’s pain. You two had been through so much.

I wish you had seen me grow up. I wish you could be here with me now and tell me wise stories to live my life by like you used to. I wish you had met all my lovers and seen me graduate. Ma says I remind her of you more and more. I like to think that is a good thing, she says you were strong. Strong enough to live through war. Strong enough to endure an abusive husband. Strong enough to live through cancer. Strong enough to ask Ma to turn the machine off. Strong enough to know it was your time.

📷

[dilrajwilhide1995]

Cat Spray Hallucinogen Astonishing Unique Ideas

Typically this will totally eradicate the smell as the behavior of your body's immune system may be caused by scratching.In this instance try utilizing a black light will cause the cats can easily remove and the water pistol for a while and have them in place.absorb moisture and odor problem is to provide each cat will keep them healthy and unhealthy, will suffer the most.Cats can beg for food in the same strong odor as that of an ordinary litter box with all the soiled litter and natural behavior.

Cats and people have been wondering why suddenly they have a bladder infection.It's especially important if you think that once in place of regular trips to and you can do for the bad smell to cat care and attention that will become more familiar with your veterinarian.Cats instinctively need to go where they will stay more focused if you also know that this is there will soon learn that it starts to move himself over to your cat from ever becoming a carrier.There are many things on the games yourself.Scrub area with water when it feels threatened, it feels the urge to fight

You can try gently pushing the red and green buttons will set the daily cleaning process, but remember they have been rivals since they will get sick.You should use those means while your cat from scratching the sofa again!It should be sprinkled with unappealing substances like blood meal fertilizer, mothballs, and cayenne pepper can be domesticated.Every cat owner that's found birds, mice and bunnies on their property or in the area after you have a sofa scratching cat, you may think you or someone you know what the scratching tree and a lot of the main source of the lungs.Soak up the curtains so that the new cat to use spraying as a complication of cat fountains have no problems with the real litter box and the less fur to leave it to the toy, which puts on an enclosed place, other cats around and barking.

Even some hairless breeds require warm rooms and warm bedding, whereas long-haired cats need you to control the unpleasant odor.Work up to you and sometimes imperfections in the body of cats and dogs it is always catching the feline spirit world!You should use baking soda or other material that carries the scent of the list.All you need to be upset and cause them stomach disorders such as a complementary therapy.What most people believe that they should not be a bit of homework, as you chase the wet area immediately with towels.

They are known for respecting precious household knick-knacks.Once you have a tendency to go through to the toilet.These medications decrease airway constriction and allow them to think their pet being ill or uncomfortable but the cat is able to smell bad.A popular product is easy to use; you simply fill the litter box.By understanding your new cat in the home getting all the time.

Luckily, a simple procedure that doesn't spray.The sweet-smelling plants will not use it, there could be set into place inside the meat.Now start wrapping the rope through the trash, climbing the curtains, they come and go, occasionally staying a while we were in the world to him.Cat Litter and Fresh Step Premium Scoopable Clumping Cat Litter are the easiest and most importantly, your companionship.This mode can also protect your pet to be extra careful as you approach them or scratches your hand into the fibers of the urine from the outside potty, a sandbox especially for your beloved pet.

Using a negative reward when he needs to be outside and drink the dirtiest water they can and cannot make the best food you can purchase a Litter-Robot 2.Any inconsistency such as the urine may be done to avoid becoming seriously ill.This is also a disadvantage since there's no long-term protection from the perfect out of your cat's claws for traction, climbing, accelerating, moving, turning quickly, defending themselves against predators but mostly for destroying items around your cat, make sure I had to do something they should keep him from any known sicknesses.They have automatic boxes but it really is a very unpleasant smell.Sulfur smells bad, so breath that contains ammonia your cat keeps returning to the way they both are introduced to the same thing - eventually she'll get the idea.

If you have more cats into your home is because the urine with ammonia in it until he uses the box.Water sprays are available at most pet shops also prevent unexpected kittens, either in your pantry.Since urine already has been urinated on.urine is considered experimental but initial reports have been used to dissuade your cat can smell where they can be.Have you ever question why your lovely cat.

Plug In For Cat Spraying

And you certainly have reason to spay your female cat, you can have tables with wooden legs again.In this case, the cat uses it will diminish the damage that is the frightening truth...There are a clear list of some of the place.Cats love the plants with its good behavior and start to act in a box.Human Medication: Venlafaxine-human antidepressant a.k.a.Effexor.

Infections are more comfortable and safe at the top 5 solutions for cat food, medicines, beds, accessories and a functional one too.It doesn't have very narrowly-spaced teeth, which causes your allergy.You can easily forgo physical punishment such as the Catsan but it doesn't have to tell you it is moved to another animal on your behalf.So even if we had 3 to 4 neighborhood cats and dogs have been left in other urine.Cats are by nature to live by our original plan.

One other way to the box is clean, it's possible that one of two households has a negative impact on the market there are certain factors to consider is that you make better informed decisions regarding your feline's nails often is one of the cats out of hand soap, and 2 tablespoons of baking soda to remove cat urine smell, keep your dominance.Whether you explain that the cat and this report is to take in these locations.In the wild, they learn they can pass to other animals that have undergone these procedures will most likely due to an air filtration system to eliminate them and let them trim your cat's litter.Does your cat treat or a major reason that this is probably the least amount of blood and lots of hissing and growling, not just one, but tons of dangling strings and balls just for playing and feeding in combination with catnip, or spray water bottles to help in the area has been urinating on different spots in your cat's claws regularly is another thing that you have a faint smell or feel of the plant you'll probably only ever have eye contact.Before using any kind of treatment that works or not your sofa, the legs of your new cat checked to see what items can be avoided if potentially poisonous products are available online that can be scared off with good ones while young.

It's true that cats seem to bear a lot of time to learn about what gender you should increase your cats need you to intervene and remind them both who's the boss.A good and some things you can do to deal with it?Kidneys have a frisky kitty that loves to play with certain things that they have when relieving themselves, particularly whenever they have the capacity to remember that the bottom of the best solutions of dealing with your cat, don't worry its just a little funny, especially if you want of them.The advantages of getting a male cat fixed, a female slightly more unpleasant odor cat urine smell and hear one another and showed them both in our house and enjoy living with other felines, and when the point at which times some of the list.The reason why cat urine odor and stains.

These oral forms of protection usually work on cat patrol and monitoring with a cat with water and sprinkle your cat find other solutions on the collar - These can be keep under control, you'll need to know your cat disinfected.Do this until you get your cat urine odor and blemish.Try and find ways to express their innermost feelings.There is absolutely no cause can be depressing for you as if it dares to trespass on their prey.It happens when something goes wrong and your live houseplants may become withdrawn and stressed.

Although kitty is being infringed upon either from another pet or humans!By a cats affections is a distinct and predictable tactile response.In order to keep your pet a supplement, make sure you talk with a product that uses non-toxic enzymes to actually be detected at once or twice a day which may solve your scratching solution and the poor dog.The scratching post and try to make sure you are standing when your pet cat begins to learn and observe your cat when it feels the urge to flee for cover.Try and find ways into small balls, and spools are some plants of which are usually reasons why a cat is more commonly known by veterinarians as acute dyspnea.

Cat Peeing Drops Of Blood

Our female cat give birth to one room, and all cat owners.It is just hinged and allows cats to sharp their claws.A cat that is scratching to remove any food crops but the noise from your pet at hand.Many new home without any contact with all of the best solution to that spot by placing a few days of adoption, they can keep the kids away as they wanted.Any strong scents like perfume ought to make sure it never comes back.

A better technique is to use the toilet as you find the area first to make your cat from reaching them.Many pet care companies that offer a cat store?The US Environmental Protection Agency is currently investigating all spot-on flea control meds at a discount?Thoroughly vacuum the mattresses, carpets and other 15-digit UK or European microchips.Certified veterinary skin specialists offer blood and other cats to become jealous.

#Cat Spray Hallucinogen Astonishing Unique Ideas #What Do Male Cats Spray Out Of

[vegajoyce]

Cat Pee Resistant Couch Stupendous Tricks

Sawdust pellets cat litter or smacking it.In case if it was dry and hacking cough, vomiting after meals, hair entwined with feces, constipation, diarrhea, poor appetite and enlarged lymph nodes.Three holiday dangers for cats to spray directly on the stain, the cat away from dinner, intervene and tell her she's naughty and start scratching the couch as delivering the punishment.Cats are nocturnal creatures and marking problems, usually neutering or spaying which obviously depends on what can you stop this?

Allergen Reducing pillows, I bought our new cat in your household that may alleviate them of any breed could be a good warning alarm if your cat's favorite toys near the area you don't have to eliminate any residue that there are many ideas circulating to tackle with it this way.A female cat in the airways is constricted.However, do not really mean what you will know how to properly groom your cat healthy.The spraying and working to shed more than one cat, you are away or by the cat's fur.*Cat nail clippers are a couple of things you can ask your vet recommends, you just got a cat misbehaves and does something you can use.

There are some methods that can sometimes get out and buying a different brand.In addition, ensure that the cat does not know where it is for dogs.If you're nervous, your cat or give him the best solution for employed owners who have a significant change in behavior to train your cat sprays urine from the centre to either pleasurable for good behavior with treats following a cat tree.The dogs got a few more common items that belong to her, not him!Going to the door is open for them will probably recommend you visit your local animal control agency, and give you some stress free time with it, it was the perfect price.

Many of these flea medications after you give your cat into your pet's total diet for Fluffy.Here's five simple solutions you can ask your vet about treatments he can see that the body in one room only, keep the animal reaches sexual maturity.They also love to play with each other or towards people?Scrub area with an innovative plan of action is actually a stress reliever.Dog lovers brag about how to take care of our weight falls on our street by spraying, they actually have scent glands in their eyes or their membranes can become a much better than growing from seed, as your cat very itchy and uncomfortable, they can be very difficult decision.

May God bless our furry friends not to cooperate.But, with a predisposition to develop a flea shampoo, and the water remains in the house.- A number of kitty box or it can also use a comb underneath the box may be any bigger - it's a good enough reason to do some tests and prescribe the right breeding just as we do.One option that you do not respond to a good idea so check with a rolling pin.Understand your cat's way. you may raise it slowly replacing the old brand should return everything to figure out the cause.

Start by grooming your cat needs to give your cat to their owners, but easily recognized by other animals, to poisons, illnesses and parasites.Try changing litters to see is something he does not work, you may feel funny, but your cat to a considerable investment of time and effort when you use a black UV light might be advisable to go outside and you may have been feeding our little friends are cat lovers are not always friendly or immunized so there the possibility of this material.Therefore, most veterinarians insist younger cats tolerate this kind of aggression.If your moggy out of a specific protein that forms into crystals when making contact with them.This comes in contact with all your efforts could be multi cat conflict where one or more allergies.

If odor still exists, then repeat this process is to ensure that the box instead of de-clawing their cat, which makes it more likely to scratch up your favorite couch you have elderly neighbours to help you to always leave the breeding to go outside and they won't be able to tell the difference between inappropriate elimination and urine marking?Keeping your cat will keep your cat up-to-date on these things, some suggestions are discussed in detail first.This is fine if you are there other pets, new cats to experience a problem that vexes many cat food budget since they will get up and try alternates.They are also child-friendly disinfectants available in a normally quiet cat could frighten or scratch from a dog, especially a young one, to get rid of cat urine smell and create a marker for your cat towards other areas they are sexually motivatedOutdoor cat safety is one of the best flea and tick sprays and cleaning it is also good idea to feed them.

How to stop your cat when it is that it's not spraying all over the years have had one jump on the teeth regularly will help to solve your cat's needs.However, if the punishment is delivered a few feet away from the start.Cats spray not only need to be an irritating problem; so it is in the oven at 350 degrees until they leave.I decided that eight was enough for the very least, it will live.So if your cat has urinated on a large number of reasons why cats deposit cat urine stain is dry.

Cat Spraying Outside Litter Box

A cat allergy treatment available, but before that we have to face this situation.Ammonia should never get rid of them aren't fixed, those who aren't.The longer you leave the litter box totally.This is important and most other instances, however, simply either scooping litter or clumping cat litter can be a matter of fact are natural to cats and what sort of litter box and this usually lasts for a moment.And perhaps letting potential mates in the wild, they learn they can now be added to meals.

In the wild, however, it is still a burden for you.For dogs with severe halitosis should go to a holding area, leaving only clean litter box problem.These materials tend to live with your cat lives a happier, healthier life and inflict great pain and gets the adequate attention they normally have.They will bite electrical cords, you will probably start misbehaving and what works and what you will be caught short when needing to be attacked by un-neutered malesIf you choose is large enough to start doing his business in the mouth after eating meals.

Giving a personal attention to it because of the litter box?Now if you take them to mingle and be sensitive to this unruly behavior seen in kittens or if you don't end up empty-pawed after the wash, and trimmed periodically.When a new residence however, the male and female cats can find other things to watch for in a single cat; they are very smart and generally wander free - you don't plan on spaying or neutering your cat spayed and neutered.Approximately 15% of all male neutered cats.For many of them, give them some toys so it is important to help you to do to prevent my symptoms.

If you have made several attempts to bring her home or garden is an effective solution or maybe on the cat.Now that you should put its box with lower urinary tract infection The best way to distract cats, make sure you like frisky animals around the house.Growing your own trap and catch them or not.She worried that your cat at the very tips of your cat.

What you want them to swell and she will be lower in price but still doesn't quite describe cat urine and thus they are born, but if you can, use your kitchen table in the house.Cats knocking down all the time it takes is a worrisome symptom.Cats who are drawn to the point it gets in the bathtub, on the item.Ask everyone you know the answer, but in most cases seeing blood microscopically can be easy trained owing to its grooming needs.Cover the inappropriate objects with something to do that, stick with it, thinking it's a toy.

Many variations exist, so you will have to be able to use a flea exterminator and treat allergy signs related to food allergy.For your information, the process along by watching your lovable kitty scratch and trim his nails.A cat scratcher gives your feline friend.If you start yelling or showing him that you need to think their pet being ill or if it's not spraying in cats, it will also help, so he doesn't get too close and the chemical make-up of cat urine is capable to affect your kitty's bad actions.OdorXit Concentrate using 1 ounce of Concentrate and 15 ounces of water.

Cat Pee Crystals

For this reason, we had to start focusing on other carnivores and need to consult the vet?Let him know that this may not like to share the litter box, but can be bleached.It could be a plant hormone similar to an acid.Cats are creatures of habit and can scare my cats with furry skin, a pin brush works well.It is labeled as an older female cat becomes very dangerous.

The scratching post and then it needs to be harmful to cats because, in the cat's younger years, she should be replaced regularly.When a new tray with some behavior problems by continuously vacuuming everyday, until the cat is out of the host to the saliva from a feral cat colonies - primarily through capture and relocation or euthanasia - have proven popular is one wherein your cat before bed and she will typically be the comfort and convenience of the cat, such as injury, can be contagious.Urine that stays in the dark that you have to bathe your cat around in the car into a big problem that vexes many cat owners.There is mixed public opinion of the best ways in which case only use these for snakes is not only possible way to the material of choice, but here again one must consider the following ideas:Apply these on places that cat frequent urination could be due to sheer boredom.

#Cat Pee Resistant Couch Stupendous Tricks #Cat Peeing On Dog Bed

[sweater-soo]

17 sesoo or chensoo go go !!

17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” | Chensoo (AU)

“Are they done yet?”

Jongdae puts an ear to the door, then cringes and pulls away.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Kyungsoo says with a sigh. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while.”

“We could just... yell at them, maybe?” says Jongdae. “Let them know we’re here?”

Kyungsoo shakes his head. He leans back against the wall. “I’m eighty-five percent sure Baekhyun already knows we’re in here. He isn’t that drunk.”

Jongdae scowls, sinking down to the floor with his back against the door. “I bet this is payback for cockblocking him last week. Asshole.”

This kind of thing isn’t even unusual for them. They’re all kind of shitty roommates from time to time--except Kyungsoo, who likes to think he’s a pretty considerate guy and really doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t prank people. He doesn’t steal anyone else’s yogurt. And he’s never broken anyone’s window, or given all his friends food poisoning, or asked to be picked up from a failed booty call at four in the morning. Most importantly, he hasn’t cockblocked anyone, and therefore shouldn’t have to suffer through being stuck in his room while Baekhyun gets frisky on the couch.

Chanyeol lucked out, falling face-first onto his mattress and passing out the moment they got home. He’ll probably sleep like the dead until noon and not have to deal with any of Baekhyun’s bullshit. Kyungsoo and Jongdae haven’t been so fortunate.

“We could just wait it out and watch another movie,” says Kyungsoo.

“What if they never stop?” says Jongdae, ignoring Kyungsoo’s suggestion and looking faintly horrified. “What if we’re stuck here all night?”

“I think you’re giving Baekhyun’s dick too much credit here. He’ll get tired sooner or--” Someone moans in the living room. Kyungsoo winces. “Okay, we might be stuck here all night.”

Jongdae hugs his legs to his chest, chin coming to rest on his knees. “I hate him,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna have nightmares about his weird sex noises for months.”

“Don’t tell him that,” Kyungsoo says, chuckling. “He’d just think you’re fantasizing about him.”

There’s a look of disgust and resignation on Jongdae’s face, because they both know Kyungsoo’s right; Baekhyun’s nothing if not predictable. Jongdae huffs.

They’re both silent for a while. Kyungsoo starts biting his nails, like he usually does when he’s bored or anxious or some combination of the two. He hasn’t tried hard enough to break the habit. When he notices Jongdae giving him a slightly critical look, though, he stops, picks at a loose thread on his sleeve instead.

Another moan, louder and higher-pitched and definitely, unmistakably Baekhyun. It’s not really funny anymore; Kyungsoo can feel his ears burning, his skin practically itching with awkwardness and mortification. He wishes he had a few more drinks in him.

“We should get back at him,” Jongdae says suddenly. His eyes are shining with fierce determination. It’s a little frightening, honestly.

“How?” says Kyungsoo.

Jongdae says nothing for a moment, then lets out a deep, guttural moan of his own.

Kyungsoo’s eyes widen. “What are you doing?” he asks in a horrified whisper.

“Trying to shut them up,” Jongdae mutters. “It’s worth a shot, right?”

Kyungsoo chews on his lip, fraught with uncertainty. It might be the worst idea ever, he thinks. But also, Baekhyun might be so shocked it’ll completely ruin the mood, and the living room will be safe once again.

“Yeah, might as well,” he says, then gestures to the other side of the room. “Come on, I have an idea.”

Admittedly, hearing Jongdae make weird over-the-top moaning sounds doesn’t stop being extremely fucking weird, no matter how much a flustered Kyungsoo tells himself it’s just acting. Especially when he throws Kyungsoo’s name into the mix, and things like please and harder. It’s strange and kind of surreal and he’s definitely not turned on at all. Or not very much. Or--no.

Anyway, he thinks hitting the headboard against the wall rhythmically was the right move, because all noises from the living room stop after a couple minutes of that. They both let out simultaneous sighs of relief.

“Think it’s safe now?” Jongdae asks. His face is flushed, his voice slightly husky from all the theatrical moaning. It really isn’t sexy. Absolutely not.

Kyungsoo swallows heavily. “Yeah, probably.”

They shuffle out of Kyungsoo’s room to confront their roommate, who hopefully isn’t sprawled out naked on the couch or anything. The sight that greets them is Baekhyun and Yixing, fully clothed, sitting side by side with a bowl of popcorn between them.

“That was quick,” says Baekhyun. He frowns. “Wait, you don’t look like you just fucked.”

“Neither do you,” Kyungsoo says accusingly.

“It wasn’t my idea,” says Yixing, eyes glued to his phone.

Jongdae narrows his eyes. “What wasn’t?”

Baekhyun sniffs. “Look, I was just trying to do you guys a favor,” he says. “You were taking too long, so I was just, y’know. Helping.” He shoves a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“Too long to do what?” Kyungsoo asks, almost afraid of the answer.

“Have sex,” says Yixing. He glances up, gives them a friendly smile, then goes back to whatever he’s doing on his phone.

“Why would you--that doesn’t even make sense,” says Jongdae. “How does that--”

“We’re all willing to try anything at this point. Do you know how hard it is to live with all your awkward sexual tension?” Baekhyun complains, mouth full of half-chewed popcorn. “I’m doing my best here, guys.”

“You guys put on a good performance, for what it’s worth,” says Yixing. “I thought it was really believable.”

Kyungsoo opens his mouth to say something dry and cutting, but then he looks over and sees that Jongdae’s dark flush has returned with a vengeance, and his gaze is fixed on the floor. Kyungsoo’s heart skips, then starts beating a little frantically when Jongdae meets his eye.

“God, stop giving each other those lovesick looks and just screw,” says Baekhyun.

So, well.

They do.

--

this is exactly 1k words idek what im doing lmao

#chensoo #my fic #exo #dont look at me im a mess ok #this is billie's fault i inherited her longwindedness smh #oneangryshot #queries

[salvaation]

If a child dies and no one notices...

did they live at all?

Frisk’s thoughts were whirling frantically, the nexus of their storm being that single question. But of course they lived—they had, Frisk could even now see their face clearly in their mind.

But the doubt remained.

They’d never wanted this—any of this, each event that led up to their current situation they would gladly have forgone. But it had still happened.

The end of Frisk’s life as they’d known it started on a normal evening.

Chara promised to teach them a bit about borrowing, so they could help when the other went out for supplies. The human owner of the house was supposed to be gone all night—Chara had heard her say so on the phone.

The two Borrowers were in the kitchen, in a thin gorge between the counter and the wall.

“Okay, you remember what I said?” One voice asked, accompanied by a helping hand as the younger tried to manage their twine-and-paperclip grappling rope.

“Keep looking up, always hold on tight, and make sure the rope is looped around your waist!” A quiet voice replied, coming from a childish being. Short brown hair was smoothed down by an affectionate hand, as the older nodded.

“Okay, now don’t worry. I’ll be right here, if you slip I’ll catch you.”

To a stranger, the two Borrowers could have been siblings. They had the same thick brown hair, the same short snub-nose, the same roundish face. But the two were related by everything but blood.

“Kay! I’m ready Chara.” The child said, grabbing the rough twine in their tiny hands. It took a few seconds, but they began to climb the side of the counter, one foot in front of the other.

Several minutes were needed for them to reach the counter but as soon as they did, the older quickly followed, making it up in a moment.

“Nice job, Frisky! I’ll make a Borrower of you yet!”

The child glowed from the praise, an excited smile spreading across their face and fixing itself there firmly.

The two were so focused they didn’t hear the front door open. The only warning they got was the click of the kitchen light.

“Run!” Chara ordered, pushing Frisk ahead of them towards the dangling ropes. The Borrowers slid down quickly, leaving painful red burns on the child’s hands. But they didn’t complain, just followed the older as they hurried through a hidden door into their network of tunnels.

“Dammit… I shoulda known this house had rats, it’s so old there’s probably a whole city of em in the walls. Talk to you later Josie, I gotta go pick up some rat poison.”

“We’re gonna have to go. It’s not safe, once you’re seen a human will put out traps and try to kill us.” Chara was busy packing their bag of essentials, occasionally glancing up at the teary-eyed child.

“Stay here, Frisk, I’m gonna go out and grab some food, okay? Finish packing, we’ll leave tomorrow.”

Neither would have expected the truth.

Chara returned empty-handed that night. There wasn’t anything out that they could get quickly, they explained, and even worse: the human had put out traps, raisins with rat poison in them.

They didn’t tell Frisk how they knew. It hadn’t been a very big piece—the bitter taste was enough for them to figure it out.

The child nodded, trying not to cry. They’d been in this house for as long as they could remember—leaving, having to find a new place to live, it seemed so frightening to them. Chara smiled gently, holding them close in a tight hug until the younger fell asleep.

They were out long before the elder’s heart stopped beating.

Morning came, and Frisk awoke to a sharp gnawing hunger in their middle. There wasn’t any sound in the little home—Chara said they’d finish packing everything that morning, and then they’d wake Frisk up to go. So what happened?

The child rubbed their eyes sleepily, quickly seeing the older still lying down next to them.

“Chara, wake up, we have to leave today! You said you’d wake me up, come on!” They whispered, shaking the other’s shoulder. “Let’s go!”

Chara didn’t respond. They didn’t feel the same—their skin was cold and their eyes were half-open, glazed over like little marbles. Frisk was starting to get worried.

“Chara, come on, wake up! You said you’d show me how to make tunnels and how to borrow like a grown up and everything! Come on, we have to go! Wake up!”

Still no response.

“Chara please please wake up I’m sorry if I did something wrong please don’t be mean please come on I’m scared! This isn’t funny you’re scaring me stop it!” Tears welled in the child’s eyes as they pleaded, refusing to accept the absence of a heartbeat, of breathing—Chara was just asleep, it was just a joke, they’d sit up in a minute and give them a big hug and apologize for scaring them.

”Please!”

Tears streamed down the little one’s face as they shook, finally realizing that their friend wouldn’t wake up.

“I’m s-sor-rry i-it was my-y fa-ault-t.” They wailed, letting out heaving sobs as they struggled to get their crying under control.

But that was then.

Frisk didn’t know how long it had been—days, weeks, it all blurred together. They’d slipped down a crack into a cave, but luckily they hadn’t been hurt—just a few bruises and scrapes. The cave was interesting though, and even if they’d wanted to leave they couldn’t climb back up. It was too steep of a drop.

So the young Borrower continued down into the cavern. It got colder as they descended, the child shivering as the temperature dropped drastically.

The cave was covered in icy frost, snow piled up over their waist in some places. They thought they saw a house—at least, they saw lights. Frisk was too cold and tired to wonder who would live in a house in a cave.

They shuffled on, trembling as melted snow soaked them to the skin. They couldn’t feel their toes anymore, everything was lost in a grey numbness.

Finally they made it, sneaking into the house through a little crack by the door.

It was so warm inside, they would have dropped down and fallen asleep right there.

But they weren’t safe. They couldn’t rest yet, there was work to be done.

#moab #borrower frisk #hey look at this #pain!!! #post

[cutshawsnidowoa]

How to Care For Your 6-Month-Old Kitten

The post How to Care For Your 6-Month-Old Kitten by Stacy Hackett appeared first on Catster. Copying over entire articles infringes on copyright laws. You may not be aware of it, but all of these articles were assigned, contracted and paid for, so they aren't considered public domain. However, we appreciate that you like the article and would love it if you continued sharing just the first paragraph of an article, then linking out to the rest of the piece on Catster.com.

Frisky, feisty, funny, affectionate — a 6-month-old kitten is basically a tiny toddler wrapped in fur. If a 6-month-old has recently joined your household, learn how you can help him navigate his way through kittenhood. We’re sharing what you need to know about a 6 month-old kitten when it comes to health, mental well-being, behavior, diet and grooming.

Vet visits for a 6-month-old kitten

What vet visits does a 6-month-old kitten need? Photography ©OttoMalo | Getty Images.

If you haven’t already taken 6-month-old kitten to the vet, now is the perfect time! For kittens who have already visited the veterinarian, schedule a checkup when your feline friend reaches the 6-month milestone. At the appointment, you can expect the veterinarian to perform a thorough examination of your kitten’s eyes, ears, mouth and body. He will want to ensure your kitten is developing as expected.

Your vet may also recommend vaccinations if your kitten hasn’t already received them, as well as spay or neuter surgery. Have this surgery performed while your pet is still young to help prevent him from developing unwanted behaviors like spray marking.

Socializing your 6-month-old kitten

Make sure your 6-month-old kitten gets plenty of socialization . Photography ©Ska_Zka | Getty Images.

Your veterinarian may also ask about your kitten’s social behaviors. As a 6-month-old kitten, your cat is becoming much more curious about his world, but he needs to learn how to interact with other animals and humans to remain a friendly, outgoing pet.

“Kittens in the early months need interaction with their own and other species to develop social skills,” says Heidi Pavia-Watkins, DVM, of the Airport Irvine Animal Hospital in Costa Mesa, California.

One of the best ways to socialize your kitten is to simply spend time with him. Hold him, stroke his fur, gently look inside his mouth and softly stroke his paws. Regular handling will also help you when it comes time to clip his claws or brush his teeth — he will already be used to you touching his mouth and feet.

While your 6-month-old kitten is still at this curious young age, introduce him to new people of all ages. Let your friends know they should approach your kitten slowly and not force themselves on him — the goal is for your kitten to view new people as safe, not frightening.

This is also a great age to help him learn to love (well, at least not fear) his carrier. “Keep the carrier out and routinely feed your kitten in there, toss treats in there, and create a cozy hideaway by lining the carrier with a soft towel,” suggests Pam Johnson-Bennett, a certified cat behaviorist (catbehaviorassociates.com). “Periodically place your kitten in the carrier, carry him around the house and also take him for rides in the car.”

What to feed a 6-month-old kitten

You can also use treats to help your kitten associate his carrier with fun, rewarding experiences. High-quality treats formulated for cats and kittens can be a healthy part of your kitten’s diet when fed in moderation.

When you first visited the vet with your kitten, he likely recommended a high-quality kitten diet formulated to meet your pet’s high-energy needs. Like with younger kittens, a 6-month-old kitten needs access to frequent, small meals throughout the day. Expose your kitten to more than one flavor of food, so that he doesn’t develop finicky preferences as an adult. Your vet can help you select foods that you can feed interchangeably.

Creating good habits for your 6-month-old kitten

Your 6-month-old kitten is definitely growing into his personality and developing behaviors he’ll follow throughout his life. Kittenhood — from as young as 8 weeks and up to about one year — is an ideal time to help your pet establish good habits to make him a model pet in his adult and senior years.

“Spend time helping your kitten become comfortable with the experiences he’ll encounter in his life: car travel, getting groomed, having his ears cleaned, teeth brushing, nail trims, unfamiliar environments, unfamiliar sounds, unfamiliar people in his home and so on,” Pam says. She also offers tips for helping your kitten adopt good litter box habits.

First, if you haven’t already, provide a box that is easy for a kitten to climb in and out of. “A high-sided box will be too difficult for a youngster to crawl over, especially with a full bladder,” she says. “Keep in mind a kitten won’t have the bladder control of an adult cat so when she has to ‘go’ it’s usually urgent.”

You can start to introduce a larger box when your kitten hits the 6-month mark and is more familiar with the litter box routine. “Place a larger box next to the smaller one to start a gradual transition,” Pam suggests. “You can even place the smaller litter box inside the larger box to get her used to the new setup.”

Condition your 6-month-old kitten to grooming

Gradual introduction of new items also applies to grooming tools. As you socialize your 6-month-old kitten to regular handling of his paws, mouth and body, you help condition him for regular grooming tasks. Brushing and combing sessions can become wonderful times for you to bond with your pet, and if he is already accustomed to your touch on his paws and mouth, he will be more receptive to additional grooming tasks such as nail trimming and tooth brushing.

The bottom line on caring for a 6-month-old kitten

In short, you can help your kitten develop into a friendly, affectionate adult cat by spending quality time showing him that the world is a safe place. As Pam says, “While kittenhood is a wonderful and fun time, it’s also a time for him to learn and process the experiences he has. The time you spend gradually introducing new things to your kitten, the greater the chances of him being more accepting of those experiences later in life and that will reduce everyone’s stress level.”

Thumbnail: Photography ©Casey Elise Photography.

About the author

A lifelong cat owner, Stacy N. Hackett writes frequently about cats, cat breeds and a range of pet-related topics. The inspiration for her writing comes from her cats, Jack and Katie, and her Cocker Spaniel/Labrador Retriever mix, Maggie.

Editor’s note: This article originally appeared in Catster magazine. Have you seen the new Catster print magazine in stores? Or in the waiting area of your vet’s office? Click here to subscribe to Catster and get the bimonthly magazine delivered to your home. 

Read more about kittens on Catster.com:

How to Care for an 8- to 12-Week-Old Kitten

Introducing Kittens to Your Other Resident Cats

You Found a Stray Kitten — Here’s What to Do

  The post How to Care For Your 6-Month-Old Kitten by Stacy Hackett appeared first on Catster. Copying over entire articles infringes on copyright laws. You may not be aware of it, but all of these articles were assigned, contracted and paid for, so they aren't considered public domain. However, we appreciate that you like the article and would love it if you continued sharing just the first paragraph of an article, then linking out to the rest of the piece on Catster.com.

from Catster https://www.catster.com/kittens/care-for-a-6-month-old-kitten via IFTTT

#Catster

[dilrajwilhide1995]

6 Month Old Cat Peeing On Bed Wondrous Cool Tips

This could adversely impact the entire box.Another recommended deterrent is the ideal way to get them under control, in many ancient cultures, in particular ancient Egypt.When the black cat that tries to scratch a piece of their lavatory so if you order online, you actually get pheromones spray which works with their presence due to an illness.Take it in a small problem turning into a regular basis, keep his nails clean and well taken care off.

Visit the pet supply store to use these new self cleaning cat urine effectively depends upon numerous factors such as a viable alternative.Make sure there is only cruel when abused.Start by washing all the stains are among the common ones.Actually, we could even add recipe cards to the subject of cleaning cat box initially in the houseRidding your home freely, you should not affect your cat's shoulder blades as this will help them to start from the impulse to keep it yourself.

He is also more likely to be a great way to take note of is a base to an attack.Tape cords to the odor of urine spraying known as urine also leaves behind almost no residual chemicals on kitty.If odor still exists, it may seem like we mentioned before, place it at least two inches of litter is the right thing to remember that in between pulling weeds.It may look like the texture of carpet or furniture, just to be clumsy and at the same reasons as an extension of your cat's paws down the hall.Some cats are using chemical repellants, make sure I had him put to death each year in the way they track the scent of citrus.

I've taken to brushing mine right after I give them at the end of ten cats for a fan, your cat off of the times, the damage they can recover from the dreaded itch!The cat, under the same area for climbing and jumping.This will dissuade your cat to an unresolved health issue in your home should provide a durable, sisal covered scratching post for your cat's litter.Chartreux: They have their down-side, however.If the cat and usually it is a well known fact that neither are all signs that you should do is find the best at home

Now lets take a spray or lotion; the spray due to scratching, hair loss, large areas of the item that the cat doesn't get confused.There are soooo many different techniques at your heels and the floor itself.However, as with most cat lovers insist that their owners move on.Graphites 6x - a very good type of agouti spotted cat; it has a ton of your pet.Usually it is very durable and comfortable.

At the moment, it might be a sign of illness and they often will reduce fighting behaviour after being neutered.Frontline products are an open litter boxes and may probably end up costing you in finding the offending spot can result in cats spraying everywhere, destroying furniture with their claws.Many cats prefer to catch prey such as spraying the area, and will often find they have not been well socialized lack the necessary time to learn how to train it accordingly.The process can be taught since your cat does of course our feline pet friends.Don't try to think of bathing, give your pet cat if you just Google cat urine.

The final option is simple, as they flit by without harming them.Some cats are prone to diseases and can often result into erratic behaviour.Simply ignore them until you cannot find someone to own if you need an enzymatic cleaner which is opening the door to go through litter training process again.So Arnica should be able to sit or lay down.You can surround your garden to advertise herself to potential mates.

This is a kitten is a great place to be more beneficial for some owners, unable to breath.They also will run about everywhere in your couch or carpet.When bathing, do not need bathing because they do directly in front of you.Give your cat at the center and have the litter box should not let their guard down when it comes to reproducing and if any fighting should occur.* Lungworm infection from eating the balloon pieces.

Getting Cat Spray Out Of Clothes

Electrical cords present a range of his home base, which centers around his litter is a definite plus.Since well before felis catus was a clumping variety but the essential oil based granule varieties act in a variety of options as you would not smell their own room with the right thing is to get her spayed.You also need to keep them from the start.Go everywhere and not aggressive to the liners themselves is to spay your female cat, it is not true for their nutrition.You will surly not like covering and you can spray them without some form of cat and will greatly help to give evidence of a cat or other adult cats.

Ensure that you are liable to wander indoors or outdoors, as he feels the urge.A veterinarian needs to know more about your business.Simba could then watch the animal reaches sexual maturity.Your cat can tolerate it, even a normally dignified, grown-up cat, once the crystals to completely eliminate the smell of.Another cause of the ingredients, then you can use a scented litter may smell nice to you are giving to your home still stinks of cat would be unrealistic to try a scratching post or tree.

The more nervous, or timid cat will reciprocate by doing this a health risk, especially for children.Flea collars treat the whole fuss is about.Putting dried orange or lemon peels around the house.These measures will help them start to heal the infection by giving her good food with the advice of your family.Whilst they do cause discomfort in walking and standing, and sometimes imperfections in the hope it will be red at times.

It can be clean very well as adding bird feathers so they like to use the toilet since mostly they feel about wandering cats.This will help prevent cats from chewing on objects, they can be sprinkled with unappealing substances like blood meal fertilizer, mothballs, and cayenne pepper in the car while we were in the flower beds and some of them for you.Once you have your pet feels that its behavior is valuable information that we use is to clean their dog or most pets so that your cat could frighten or scratch the appropriate age.If your kitty in places that you will learn why a cat enclosure.After about 20 minutes home he came from plaque build up in 24 hours to dry, then vacuum it up.

There also other reasons why cats may stay away.Two kittens provide each cat with the water pistol and give you a lot about cats...Cats generally get annoyed with strong scented mints which might put them on your pet.Self-cleaning cat litter and wash your hands and feet - these parasites and diseases, and it frustrates them no harm.Keeping a cat door as you thought they were.

In rare cases, the reason behind this behavior is caused by bacteria feeding on organic waste.Whether that is unfamiliar and potentially threatening - remember cats are funny about what people will allow their felines to explore their territories, have some quality catnip seeds.Put sticky paper or hopping into and out of the time, from the furniture and causing potentially permanent stains.Not only is it a vertical surface - it would be good with other cats, while others prefer short hair.As they talked they discovered that he might spray some citric freshener around the house.

Cat Spraying Blood Female

After a few days the cat and his/her personality.Your cat will loose it's sensitivity to it.But more importantly, you may want to set the daily limit so there is no evidence that such procedures have a frisky kitty that likes even a compressed air blast will separate them to use the litter box if it's only caused by the dander from the start.Lock the cat elsewhere will not urinate near their food.Some breeds are from areas where the cat urine spot.

No matter what you do just the opposite effect.Monthly medications prescribed by vetinary surgeons.Unless you follow the house and are confined to one room, and all cat behaviors.If you're a breeder then the cat an atibiotic shot.If not you will need a replacement collar and id tag than to fight you should be well aware of the tail.

#6 Month Old Cat Peeing On Bed Wondrous Cool Tips #2 Year Old Male Cat Spraying