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dotster001 · 3 months

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For Tuna; Rook End

A/N: editing this is gonna suck, cause Tumblr is so glitchy today 😭 but as I'm sure no one is surprised...some of you have been waiting a long time for this specific ending, so I figured he deserved his own title . The next ending is a three way tie, so keep an eye out for a poll in the next couple days.

Chapters One Two Three Choose another End

“Rook Hunt, you have been chosen-”

“At last! The moment has come!”

Grim was immediately second guessing his decision. Y/N had told him all about how Rook's family had multiple villas, so he'd thought he'd be willing to put up with him the one day a year he'd have to. But the man was far too excited.

“Wonderful,” Grim said through gritted teeth. “So what we'll do is, tomorrow-”

“You're adorable, Monsieur Fuzzball. No need for that though!”

“Huh?”

“I don't need you. Au revoir!”

Rook practically skipped out of the room, singing a cheery tune to himself.

….

Grim was terrified. All day he'd been waiting for whatever Rook had planned. He'd stuck to your side all day, quivering in anxiety.

“Okay, Grim, what's wrong?” You asked, finally tired of ignoring it for the sake of his pride.

“N- nothing is wrong, human! You insult me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered.

You closed the book you'd been reading during the break in the lesson, and turned to him.

“Okay, so what's not wrong, then?”

Grim mumbled under his breath. But you soon forgot all about it, as the lights in the classroom dimmed, followed by a shower of rose petals raining down on all of you.

“Who is responsible?” Trein bellowed, but he was soon forgotten as well, as Rook appeared at the front under a single spotlight, violin music playing to his entrance.

“Bon jour!”

“What the fuck?” You whispered, quickly realizing that Grim was no longer by your side. He must have taken the opportunity to flee classes. Little rat.

“I am here because I can no longer keep silent about my affections!” He pressed one hand to his heart, the other dramatically extending to the classroom. “I am deeply in love.”

You looked to see if Trein would stop him, but just watched him sigh. Even the teacher knew to just let Rook be Rook.

“Mon Trickster! My heart beats so hard for you, it is apt to burst into a bloody mess of my adoration.”

There was now a second spotlight on you. You looked around to see where it was coming from, only to find there was no source of it.

A gust of wind picked up around Rook, making the rose petals that had fallen to the floor pick up, and swirl around him.

“Mon Tresor, say that you will allow me to forever kneel at your feet. Say that you will allow me to sing your adoration until my vocal cords tear. Say that I can write you poetry until my fingers fall off. Say-”

“God, Rook! I'd rather have you in one piece,” you cut him off with a laugh.

He stood upright with a light smile, swirling a finger in the air to turn the rose petals into a single rose. He gently kissed it, then tossed it to you across the classroom. You caught it, sniffing it and letting the aroma wash over you.

By the time you looked back up, he was standing right in front of you. You blinked, looking at the spot he was standing, then back at where he stood now. He smiled as though he was unperturbed by your confusion.

“If I stay in one piece, will you pledge your soul to me?” He asked sweetly.

“My soul? Not my heart?”

“For Seven’s sake, tell the boy whether you love him or not, so I can move on with the class,” Trein snapped.

“Okay! Rook, I like you too!” You said quickly.

“How exciting!” He snapped his fingers, and you heard the beginning of an orchestral intro.

Rook inhaled heavily, and began to sing.

“Goodness, class dismissed!” Trein shouted over the aria, which was not going to stop anytime soon. You gave Trein a pleading look. While you liked Rook, and were totally happy to start seeing him, this song sounded like it would go on for a while. Trein gave you an apologetic look as he shut the door of the classroom, locking it behind him.

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ladykailitha · 2 months

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The Harrington Pattern Part 5

Hello! In this one we have things not getting off to the fun start Steve wanted, but Eddie and Steve show Robin the meditative joys of watching the weavers. And Mike and El get a lesson in when to give to friends.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Once they had all paid Steve gathered up the kids.

“You are to stay in pairs,” he admonished. “I don’t care if you swap every so often but stay in at least pairs. You can stay in great big group for all I care. But no one wanders off alone. If you want to do something and no one else does come find an adult, chances are that one of us six was already going to do it, okay?”

All the kids nodded.

“Everyone is to meet here at 1pm and 6pm for lunch and dinner,” Steve continued. “The adults are exempt but I tried to pick times where there wasn’t anything big going on. Food money was given to me by your parents so you’ll never starve. Drinking fountains are everywhere. Stay hydrated, you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Will nodded. “I’ll make sure they do.”

Steve smiled. “Thanks, Will.” He held up his hand as they were getting into pairs. “One more thing. Your parents gave you money for loot. If you spend it all today and see something you want on Saturday, I will not buy it for you. Now I can’t stop anyone else from doing the same, but you need to watch your money.”

Eddie looked at the other Corroded Coffin boys who all nodded. “I think I can speak for us adults when I say. I ain’t paying for your shit either.”

All the kids turned to Robin like a lion sensing its prey.

“Don’t look at me,” she huffed holding up her hands in surrender. “I’m poor. I’m hoping that someone pretty will buy me pretty things so I don’t have to go without.”

Steve barked out a laugh. “Looks like you’ve been stemmed–stymied–” he frowned. “Looks like you’ve been thwarted all around.”

The kids grumbled but nodded.

Steve smiled. “Now go have fun! I promise, you’ll love it.”

Max and El grabbed each other’s hands and skipped ahead of the boys. Robin smiled.

“That’s the downside to growing up,” she sighed wistfully. “Is adults no longer think holding hands with your best friend is cute, only gay.”

Eddie nodded. “I just don’t care most of the time,” he said with a shrug.

Steve turned to the members of the band. “Are you guys going to be staying together for the most part or will you be splitting up? I just want to make sure I know where people are going to be.”

Gareth and Jeff shared an amused glance.

“What?” Steve asked, putting his hands on his hips.

“Eddie said you were such a mom friend,” Gareth explained, “but I didn’t believe it.”

“Yeah, man,” Jeff chuckled. “It’s cute.”

Steve crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down, scuffing the dirt with the toe of his boot.

Brian waved his hands. “It’s not bad. It’s just a surprise.”

Jeff cocked his head to side. “Maybe not that big of one after seeing how he handled Mike...”

Brian laughed. “Fair enough.”

Eddie walked over and lifted Steve’s chin up gently. “It’s sweet, Stevie. We aren’t mocking you for it, okay?”

Steve nodded.

Suddenly Robin coughed into her fist that sounded a little like ‘gay’.

Eddie and Steve almost leaped back from each other while their friends laughed.

“Laugh it up, fuzzball,” Eddie muttered as he stalked past his friends.

Steve just stood there as the rest of them followed Eddie in. All but Robin.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” she mumbled. “I thought you two were cute, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. That’s the last thing I thought it would do.”

Steve just shrugged and then led the way into the Fair grounds. Robin’s eyes lit up as the sights, and sounds, and smells came at her all at once.

There were people in jeans and t-shirts but also people in various states of costume, ranging from beginner to professional. The period ranges were vast, too. From the early 14th century to the very, very beginning of the 20th.

Robin was in awe.

“Steeeeveeee,” she said, smacking his arm repeatedly. “This is amazing!”

Steve turned to her and smiled. “I told you.”

She hugged him around the neck. “You did and you were right. Those kids brains must have exploded on entry.”

He chuckled. “Well, thankfully I don’t see any brain goo anywhere, so I think they’re safe.”

She threw back her head and laughed. “Fair enough.”

“Where do you want to go first?” Steve asked, taking a pamphlet from Fair worker that had all the events and times on it.

She peeked over his shoulder and hummed thoughtfully.

“There isn’t a lot going on today.”

Steve shrugged. “All the big events like the joust are going to be on Saturday when they have the biggest crowds. But there are still some fun things we can do.” He pointed to the events under that day. “We can watch the weavers or battle a knight.”

“You better not do that one,” she said with a grin.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Why? Because you think I’ll lose?”

She swatted his arm. “No, dingus, because you might accidentally pulverize the guy.”

Suddenly there was another arm being slung around Steve’s shoulders.

“I must concur with the lady pirate, mi’lord,” Eddie said cheerfully. “I’ve seen you fight, handsome. You’d accidentally kill the poor actor.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks.”

He looked around but he didn’t see the rest of Eddie’s merry band. “Where are your friends?”

Eddie sighed. “Already succumbed the siren lures of capitalism.”

Steve blinked at him a moment. “Huh?”

Eddie pointed a little further down the way where the market had been set up. “They’re at the sword stall.”

Steve’s mouth formed an O and he nodded. “Yeah, I don’t doubt that’s where the kids are, too.”

“That’s because there is nothing else to do,” Robin pointed out. “Not all of us want to watch people make clothes.”

Eddie’s lit up. “They’re already showing the weavers?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, you want to come with me?”

“Hell yeah!” he crowed. He grabbed Robin’s wrist. “You’ll love this.”

And he started dragging her to where the looms, Steve laughing, close behind.

They reached building it was housed in and Eddie stepped aside to allow her to see into the room.

It was brightly lit from them many windows in the room. There were different looms from different eras and different levels of expertise. There was even a cute little blonde girl barely older than Holly, Mike’s little sister in one corner with her starter loom, still making mistakes but being patiently guided by someone who looked to be her mom.

But the true center piece was this amazing Asian loom at the back. The weaver was in a kimono and face paint, but her hands danced along the loom making it seem like she had more than usual two.

Robin was smitten.

Eddie smiled back at her and then grabbed her wrist again to pull her into the room.

The little girl’s mother looked up and smiled at them. “Welcome!” she greeted warmly. “We, of the weavers guild, greet you. I am Goody Danvers. If you have any questions please direct them at me so our weavers aren’t disturbed.”

All three of them nodded and began to wander around. Robin was forced to admit that it was way more than just making clothes or even cloth. It was artistry and technique that was just beautiful to watch.

She was, of course, drawn to the Asian loom with its beautiful weaver.

Steve on the other hand went straight for Goody Danvers. He was asking her all sorts of questions and she just lit up with someone expressing genuine interest in the weaving.

Then Steve asked the question. “You thread is amazing. Do you spin it yourself?”

Goody Danvers face was like the sun with how happy that question made her. “We do! Do you guys want to see how we do it?”

Steve nodded enthusiastically while Robin was loathed to leave the beautiful weaver.

“You go ahead,” she murmured never taking her eyes off the scene the woman was weaving into her tapestry.

Steve’s shoulders slumped a little. But Eddie came skipping up to them. “Prick any princesses’ fingers lately?” he teased Goody Danvers.

She wagged her finger at him. “Do you be going around calling me a witch, I might get burned at the stake.”

Steve and Eddie laughed and mimed zipping their lips closed and throwing away the key.

She led them to the backroom where there were other women spinning. Steve figured these were the ones that didn’t like being watched because more than half of them stopped what they were doing the moment they walked in.

He smiled his best babysitter smile and waved like an absolute dork. One of the teenaged girls blushed and turned away.

Eddie frowned, putting his hands on his lower back. He was about to turn back around and rejoin Birdie when he felt a warm hand on his elbow. Steve wasn’t looking at the pretty red-head that blushed at his dorky wave, he was looking at him. Hazel eyes almost antique silver in the natural light.

“You okay?” Steve whispered.

Eddie nodded. “It’s just dustier in here than I thought it would be.”

Goody Danvers nodded. “No fire of any kind allowed in this room. A simple spark could cause a powder keg in here and I don’t feel like leveling the Fair this year.”

“What type of materials do you use for your thread?” Steve asked, his hand never leaving Eddie’s elbow.

And they just listened to her talk about the different types of threads and what they were used for and Eddie felt the warmth in Steve’s presence as he paid her his rapt attention.

Was that was he looked like when he talked about DnD or metal music? Because if it was Steve never looking away from him when talked suddenly made a lot of sense. It was addicting watching Steve engage with someone who shared his interests.

Steve looked down at his watch. “Shit. We’ve got to go meet some people for lunch. But thank you for taking your time to show me everything and answer all my questions.”

Good Danvers smiled. “The pleasure was all mine. It was nice to find a young man who was so interested in what I had to say.” She walked over to a basket.

“Here, pick out a bundle of thread you like as my treat.”

Steve really lit up then. “Thanks!” He went through the basket and picked out this beautiful red silk thread.

“Good choice,” she said. “I know you’ll make something truly remarkable with it.”

Steve blushed and said thank you again as Eddie led him out. They were forced to drag Robin back out of the building.

“Food,” Steve insisted. “Actually...” he had spotted a water fountain. “Water first then food.”

Eddie took a long drink, his throat dry from the spinning room. Robin went next and then Steve.

They barely made it to the food court just under the wire. Some of the kids were already there. Max and Lucas, Dustin, too. Gareth was there, but Jeff and Brian weren’t yet.

Dustin looked at his watched and tapped like a disapproving father. “Just what time do you call this, hmmm?”

Steve burst out laughing as Eddie threw his arm around his shoulders.

“Like father like son,” Eddie teased.

Dustin gasped, offended.

It wasn’t too long before El, Mike, and Will showed up, cutting it even finer than they had, arriving at 1pm exactly.

Steve just raised an eyebrow as they skidded to a stop in front of their table.

Steve got them their food and most of them were half way through their lunch by the time Jeff and Brian had wandered into the food court.

Everyone was talking about all the things they had seen and their plans for the rest of the day and maybe Steve was more than a little pleased that they hadn’t spent all their money.

Everyone was talking but Will. So Steve slid over to the young boy and nudged his shoulder.

“Hey, what’s up?” he whispered.

Mike looked up at them and then began to poke at his plate.

Alarm bells were going off in Steve’s head.

“There was this really cool wizard’s staff at one of the stalls,” Will said. “But it costs ten dollars more than what I have on me.”

“I offered to give him some of mine,” Mike said, “but he wouldn’t take it.”

Steve got it. “Ah.”

“It’s your money, Mike,” Will protested. “Buy something you want.”

“I want to buy it for you,” Mike bit back.

El poked at her food too. “I too, offered to help him buy it but he wouldn’t let me either.”

Eddie stood up and motioned for Mike and El to follow him, while Steve scooted closer to Will. “I’m sorry you couldn’t afford it and it’s hard when you want something so bad and it’s just out of reach.”

Will nodded. “But somehow I don’t think you specifically are talking about a wizard’s staff.”

Steve looked up at were Eddie was talking to Mike and El, and then ducked his head shyly. “No, you’re right there.”

Will gave his hand a squeeze. “For what it’s worth, I think he likes you too.”

Steve squeezed his hand right back. He just hoped Will was right.

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nichoskittycorner · 6 months

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The Werecats- Nicho and Yuma

>> Idk if this is a fic or a drabble but NichoYuma werecat agenda so fun

>> Werecat!Nicho, werecat!Yuma, threesome, dubcon, oral sex, cockwarming, dp

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>> The new neighbors were quite special. A pair of friends named Nicholas and Yuma- two beautiful young men who could only be described as catty.

>> Nicholas was very laid back. A fashion major who was always great fun when he wanted to be. On the other hand, he was standoffish and had a glare that could kill if he was in a bad mood. Think of a cat that liked being pet but would push your hand away when they were tired of it.

>> On the other hand, Yuma was always in your face. Smiley, full of energy but feisty. He liked affection and his adorable smile just melted your heart in seconds. His silly little snaggletooth just warmed your heart!

>> The day you met them was quite interesting. You were heading out for work when a loud yowl sound shook the walls of your apartment. Peeking your head out, you saw a pretty tall man run past you, laughing as he went by- quickly followed by a slightly shorter man, eyes ablaze as he chased his target.

>> The shorter man was quickly distracted by your presence. His eyes seemed to widen and he gasped, sticking his hand out to you.

>> "Oh hi! You must be our neighbor!" He introduced himself as Yuma and apologized if they woke you up. You assured him that you were already awake so it was no issue.

>> He sighed in relief and mentioned that his roommate was the little troublemaker and if you couldn't sleep- it was cause of him. At the same time, said roommate returned and, after messing up Yuma's hair even more, introduced himself

>> Nicholas was his name and he was more than happy to have met you as well. From there- you guys started to see each other on the regular. Every morning they were out to greet you and welcome you home every night.

>> It was a bit suspicious but they brought you gifts and snacks and started to hang out with you outside of those greetings so you were fine with it.

>> They loved lounging around your couch or letting you pet their hair. Almost to the point, you were positive they were purring when they got that affection from you

>> A few months into your friendship, you were greeted by two beautiful cats waiting outside your apartment one morning. A pretty Siamese cat with a stunning black cat. Staring at you like they were waiting for you for quite some time

>> When you opened the door, they meowed and rubbed their heads against your legs. Purring and encouraging you to pay attention to them

>> As cats do, you didn't have a chance to pet them as they sauntered into your apartment. Making themselves comfortable on your couch, the black cat yawning and curling up for a nap. And the Siamese cat massaging his paws into the cushions.

>> Well, guess this was your serving of the cat distribution system. In this case, if you were gonna have cats, might as well get them names and supplies.

>> Settling on Mittens for the Siamese and Inky for the black cat until other names can be decided later.

>> You would need to get supplies after work but for now, some bacon for breakfast would have to do until you got proper food for them. Feeding the fuzzballs by hand and letting them lick your hands when finished

>> Your heart melted as you kissed their soft foreheads and headed out. All day you thought about the felines but it didn't get past you that you didn't see your neighbors that morning. They had become part of your routine so it was a little sad to not see them.

>> What was more baffling was coming home to see Yuma and Nicholas in the afternoon, but your cats were gone. The front door was slightly ajar when you returned. You panicked that maybe you had left the door open and had been robbed but no such thing had happened.

>> Everything was in place except your new fuzzy friends were gone. You were disheartened that Mittens and Inky left so soon. Maybe they would return though! Lifted up by the thought, you added a cat door to your place (with the landlords' permission of course)

>> And thankfully you did. Because not long after, they causally came sauntering back in one day. On a weekend when you were cleaning around, Inky's fuzzy little head poked through the cat door before stretching and stepping in

>> Inky meowed as if saying hello and leaned his head onto you for attention. You were overjoyed they still remembered you and decided to take a break from the chores. Picking the feline up and smothering him in kisses and treats

>> He melted into your embrace and just let you hold him. At the same time, a soft knock was heard at the door. Revealing an excited Yuma-

>> You of course let him in and the two of you had coffee and snacks while you tried to keep Inky away from eating things cats shouldn't. Poor thing was pouting as aggressively as a cat could- and glaring at Yuma the whole time too

>> You thought it was funny but you enjoyed their company. Another day, it was the opposite. Nicholas and Mittens were here but the glaring never stopped. It wasn't entirely malicious though- it was almost silly and playful

>> So now you have two cat friends and two… cat-like friends!

>> Things started to get a bit strange one night though. It was a full moon and Mittens and Inky were back- making themselves comfortable as per usual- except you noticed 1. They weren't comfortable and 2. Oh, there was a smell…

>> They were on your bed, flopping, rubbing their bottoms, and scratching up your sheets. It was beyond bizarre and you considered getting them to a vet but a quick google search dispelled your fear. It was probably just rut season! Or so you thought-

>> Well the next best thing was to stay home from work and take care of your cat friends. Now how do you take care of cats in this season…

>> You headed to the kitchen, trying to ensure they had food prepared and maybe grabbing some treats for them. Treats and pets always made them feel better!

>> When you returned to the room, you dropped the bags in your hands and had to cover your mouth to stop from screaming. Your cats were gone and now in your bed were your neighbors- naked, blushy in the face and with a pair of fuzzy ears and tails on them

>> Words escaped you as you looked at the two. They barely noticed you as Yuma fucked your pillow and Nicholas had his face buried in your sheets as he touched himself

>> You couldn't tell if you were embarrassed, shy, or turned on- A small gasp was the only thing that left your mouth as you tried to reason what was happening

>> Only then, did they stop and notice your presence. Pupils blown out through drooly and red faces. But it wasn't out of shyness though- No they were hungry, and they wanted you

>> They moved faster than you could process, jumping onto you and sinking their teeth into your neck. Not enough to bleed but enough to mark your soft skin. They were already strong individually but now they treated your weight like nothing - pulling you onto the bed and tearing at your clothes with ease

>> You landed on your stomach- but in someone's lap, strong arms holding you still, with someone's claws grazing against your bare ass

>> "W-wait! Yuma! Nicho! Calm down!" But they didn't hear you. Only licked at your bare skin with rough tongues as their hands roamed your body

>> Someone's hand squeezed your ass when another fondled your breast roughly. A tongue slipped into your mouth while another pushed your legs open and started to lick at your cunt

>> You tried to hold it back but a moan slipped out of your mouth, quickly swallowed up by the tongue reaching into your throat-

>> A part of you was starting to melt and enjoy this, another part wanted to fight back and push them away. You tried to push off whoever was kissing you- which you figured out was Nicholas when you opened your eyes

>> A low growl emitted from his chest as his hands snapped up to your throat, his claw-like fingers dug into your flesh and held you still. His tongue never stopped exploring your mouth

>> At the same time, Yuma never stopped eating your pussy out. Licking and sucking at your clit like it was some toy as his tongue teased your entrance. Your hips started to shake as they continued to stimulate you. Unknowingly prepping your body for them to use

>> They were usually good at controlling themselves on full moons. Nicholas and Yuma were essentially werecats- able to shift at will with heightened senses and of course, a cat form

>> But when the moon was full, they lost their senses and became just horny desperate creatures. They usually just dealt with it, waking up the next morning to a messy home and a silent agreement to not ask questions

>> But now, they met you. Their beautiful, sweet, and fun neighbor who literally always left her door open for them. And in cat language, that meant you belonged to them

>> So to their cat brains, your space was for them to mark and your body was theirs to use to get off and breed as they pleased. Which was why your so-called 'pleas' didn't make sense to them and were ignored. To them, your body was delicious and only drove them crazier.

>> You were loosening up and relaxing in their grip. Nicholas finally detached himself from your lips, giving you a chance to breathe. But his lips were quickly replaced by the head of his red and throbbing cock

>> It was big for sure and the little barbs around the shaft scared you a bit but you know what he wanted. Your lips parted only slightly while your mind ran wild

>> Well you didn't have time to think it through, Yuma had already aligned himself with your pussy and pushed in roughly, making you gasp and lurch forward and taking Nicholas into your mouth

>> You could hear their moans and purrs of satisfaction as they started to thrust into you roughly. Not a care in the world as you gagged and stretched around them

>> Claws dug into your hair and into your hips, keeping you steady as they used your body like a simple toy for them. The brush of a tail against your nipples or a tickle against your throat sent you spiraling

>> At first it hurt. Oh, it hurt so badly- not used to their large size, the barbed sensation, or the force of their thrusts. But in a strange way, your body relaxed and enjoyed this experience

>> You moaned around the cock in your throat- now moving your hips back to meet Yuma's thrusts and tightening your throat around Nicholas and dragging your tongue against his length

>> They were clearly sensitive and came in no time. Filling you up on both ends with their thick seed, yowls of pleasure filled the air but they never stopped

>> And a part of you was glad they didn't slow down or stop, even as your brain turned to mush, your body trembled in their grip and quaked as your orgasm build-up

>> No need to be ceremonious and warn them, they weren't going to register it or stop until they were satisfied, including fucking you raw and full until the sun came up

>> Granted, every time you came it was like a reward to them. Encouraging them to go longer and stuff you more as the sheets soaked beneath you and your brain went foggy

>> The next morning was quite the doozy. Waking up sore, your body covered in bruises and shallow claw marks- cuddled up in your bed with your neighbors, still slightly damp with cum - and cock warming both of them in your fucked out cunt

>> You twitched slightly trying to sit up but were met by a tightening grip around your waist and a rough tongue licking your sensitive also bruised neck

>> Looking around, you recalled more of the previous night- your cats- Nicholas and Yuma- oh, and the sex… lots of that. That explained your position

>> Finding out that your cats were werecats… or your neighbors were your cats… however you put it, it was bizarre. But you could ask those questions later. Instead , petting the set of fluffy ears they still had out

>> Yuma's ears twitched and he smiled, his cute little tooth popping out. Nicholas purred lowly at the contact and opened his eyes

>> "Hi- morning you crazy kitty." Nicholas scoffed at you but nuzzles his nose into your hair

>> "Hey, are we awake now?" Yuma popped his head up, his tail wagging full of energy

>> "Yes. And actually, you both have some explaining to do."

>> It took a second for them both to register the situation, finally turning red from pure embarrassment at the situation. They're lucky you loved them both already- regardless of the form they took for the day

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mara-tevith-solo · 11 months

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One Enchanted Evening

Just a little Adam Warlock fluff. This MFer restarted my Will Poulter era and I stg... man’s too good for this world

Pairing: Adam Warlock x Ex-Avenger/ Guardian!Reader

Warnings: It’s fluff, mentions of drinking, Blurp being adorable, flirting, established relationship, making out

Rating: 18+

Words: 1.1k+

"C'mon Y/n! Let's go get pretty boy wasted for the first time! Drax, Nebula, and some of the others will be there!" Rocket called from the front door, sounding way too enthused with his little side quest as Adam smiled brightly, and innocently, beside him.

"I can't, I have to take over for Ullette tomorrow; her daughter is coming for a visit." You apologized with a breathy laugh, shaking your head at the two. "Don't poison yourself, Rocket. I'm betting a quarter mil that his alcohol tolerance is about as good as Steve's."

"I'll take you up on that bet!" He laughed with pride and little foresight.

"Who's Steve?" Adam asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. There wasn't any jealousy there, just pure curiosity.

"He was one of Y/n's Super Soldier Earth pals, worked on the same team together for over a decade, stopped the world from ending a few times, we all reversed the Snap together about three years back. Good guy. Was hung up on a broad he used to know."

"What's a broad?"

"Its a term for a woman, though it's not so respectful. Y'all better get going before Drax pre-games too hard."

"Alright alright, I'll keep lover boy out of trouble, swearsies."

Adam shifted on his feet, looking at Rocket's retreating form before looking at you like a puppy who didn't know which way to go. You placed your hands on his chest, the fabric of his t-shirt soft under your palms as you raised up onto your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek "Don't let them drink too much. Last time a challenge like this happened, Drax had to have his stomach pumped."

"Should I be worried? Because I'd be more than happy to just stay home with you and we could finish that show and--"

"It'll be fine, Adam. Go have fun with the others. I'll still be here when you come back." You smiled teasingly before pushing him the rest of the way out the door, Rocket's crossed arms and exasperated expression in your peripherals, shaking his head at the two of you.

"Don't have too much fun without me." He finally conceded with a cheeky wink before turning and making to leave with the Raccoon.

As soon as the door closed, Blurp let out a soft little whine, making you turn back towards him with a small pout that turned into a frown as soon as you saw the sadness on his little face, the worry in his eyes that was always there whenever Adam left without him. You swooped up the little fuzzball and nuzzled your face against his "Oh, come on fluff, you can help me make some ice cream sundaes for us." You hummed as you began dancing to a phantom melody only you could hear, his eager agreements nearly busting him loose from your arms. You laughed as you set him on the counter, motioning for him to sit and stay while you went for ingredients.

It wasn't the first time the two of you had done the late night treat, the F'saki watching as you began making two bowls, his topped with Orloni jerky with strawberry sauce while yours was just a simple vanilla with hot fudge sauce. He was vibrating with anticipation as you picked up both bowls and began leading the charge back to the living room, being careful to not trip you on the way. He'd done it once, and only once. He'd gotten too excited and had zipped over your foot while you were beginning to take a step, resulting in you faceplanting into the hard wood covered cement floors, breaking your nose in the process. He'd felt so bad about it, and hadn't zipped anywhere near your feet since. He sat by the couch, tall and pretty as he waited for you to put his bowl down "There ya go, buddy. Enjoy!" You giggled softly as he dug in with a happy chirp. You curled up on the couch to enjoy yours. Afterwards, you didn't bother with the dishes, suddenly too exhausted, laying down just a bit to nap until Adam returned. Blurp was all too happy to join you, cuddling up on your stomach with happy little purrs, falling asleep well before you did.

"Y/n!" Adam's whispered shout pulled you out of a light doze, still curled up on the couch with Blurp, an excited Adam leaning over you both. Blurp didn't even flinch, just grumbling softly in his sleep as he curled up tighter, much like a sleepy, disgruntled cat. "Sorry!" He giggled, still whisper shouting "I figured it out!"

"Figured what out, handsome?" You hummed groggily, smiling sleepily up at the golden man who was smiling ear to ear at the endearment, a dreamy gleam in his eyes.

"Drax helped me figure out why my chest burns whenever I think of you... and when I'm around you... when we're apart... any time you're even mentioned really. He said that's how he felt about his Ovette. He called it 'love'." Your heart skipped a beat, realizing where the conversation was going. "He said that I need to make sure you know how I feel about you, that you never doubt how much I love you. And then he cried... a lot... he's very drunk..."

Your heart felt like it was soaring as you reached up and cupped his cheek, your fingers then moving to trace his jawline and his chin. He moved down with you, like he didn't want you to stop touching him, an intoxicated warmth to his eyes that wasn't from the liquor. When your lips touched you could swear it was unlike any kiss before, it was electrifying to your very core, your very soul. It made your breath stutter as one of his hands planted firmly on the couch by your shoulder as the other gripped your hip. "I love you too, Adam." You murmured against his lips, your voice feather light, just for his ears. His kiss became hungry, devouring everything that you gave him like a man starved, some of his hair falling into your face, the tickling sensation making your toes curl and your heart splutter.

He almost closed the distance between you, but Blurp squeaked in protest on your stomach, almost pouting up at him like you'd both mortally betrayed him "Sorry Blurp. But I need to borrow my love." He was gentle as he picked up the F'saki, usurping him of his position. The fuzzy being only huffed and went to steal your bed. Adam didn't give you a moment to laugh at the situation, swallowing the sound eagerly as his tongue begged for entrance, his hard length making its presence well known against your thigh. He moaned loudly as your tongue came out to play with his, your hips bucking up into him, begging for friction "Y/n, oh gods." He moaned, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss and nip at his neck.

#adam warlock x reader #adam warlock #cliffhanger #all the fluff

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blues824 · 11 months

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Pomefiore x Siren!Reader

Gender neutral reader.

TW: Hamilton references.

Vil Schoenheit

He let out an exasperated sigh when Azul called him in the midst of his busy day to inform him that you had been turned into a siren. Those rotten potatoes could never leave you alone, could they. And you always end up suffering because of it. He cut his photoshoot short just to be able to make sure that you were alright.

Once he did see you swimming about in one of the moonpools within the Octavinelle dormitory, he had to admit that you looked absolutely beautiful. He crouched down and waited for you to see him, and he smiled as he saw you gasp and try to hug him. But, he held up a hand to stop you as he stated that he didn’t have too long since he needed to go back to the photoshoot in a few moments and couldn’t have his clothes ruined.

However, that didn’t mean your claws weren’t already in him. We all know of his determination and iron will, but your siren song spoke to him words that he had never heard before. Hamilton may have built Eliza palaces out of paragraphs, but you built cathedrals out of words. Mere sentences, promises uttered from you of kisses told to him only from stories that his father once read to him once he was younger, were enough to make his heart pound.

A few days had passed, and the poor movie star could not focus. Azul had warned him about the effects of a siren song, and his teachers had understood that he was under the influence of it, but… the show must go on. He kept himself busy in order to distract himself from you: he took on more modeling gigs, more rehearsals, diving deep into both schoolwork and being the Housewarden of Pomefiore.

But, all throughout, his mind kept wandering back to you. He could hear you singing, and it was breaking him down to nothing more than just a young man. He decided he was going to give you the kiss that you had been singing about. When he saw you again, he held your face gently as he pulled you into him. A kiss was shared between the two of you, and you pulled him into the water.

Fortunately, you were a bit past the mark of midnight, and your spell had started to wear off when the two of you embraced one another. Honestly, the scene reminded you of the Little Mermaid film, where Prince Eric helped Ariel walk once she had gotten her legs and gotten to shore. You temporarily had to relearn how to walk.

Rook Hunt

It was a miracle that he had not known prior to Monsieur Heart and Monsieur Spade informing him about your rather slippery situation. It seemed as though fate had many plans for you, each containing a tale (or tail, in this specific instance) hidden within. But his heart broke at seeing you suffer at the ends of the troublesome duo as well as Monsieur Fuzzball.

Although, he had to admit that you were quite a trickster yourself as a siren. He was happy to always be five steps ahead of you at all times. He had some noise-canceling headphones hidden under his hat. Unfortunately, you had giggled and snatched the hat from his head and knocked the headphones into the water. His heart fluttered upon hearing your laugh and you wearing his beloved hat, he could have kissed you right then had it not been for the tweels, Monsieur Mastermind and Monsieur Malfeasant.

The damage had been done, however. Your voice was now engraved into his mind, and now all he desired was to place a gentle kiss upon his lips and have you call him yours. Many different times, Leona had to ask if he was okay because he missed something that was said, and he also hasn’t been stalking anyone as of late. That is, anyone who wasn’t you. He had been visiting you in secret every single night.

He knows that he shouldn’t be giving into temptation, but when his beloved, his one true love, was helpless he couldn’t help himself. He, however, was the helpless one. You were the predator, and he was the prey. And he was slowly falling into the warm, welcoming arms that belonged to you. You looked absolutely breathtaking, swimming about so gracefully that he couldn’t help but stare longingly.

It eventually got to be too much, and on the seventh secret visit, at midnight, he did call you over. You asked ‘innocently’ if he was going to grant your wish for a kiss, and he silently nodded his head. He didn’t care if this was wrong, it just felt so right. It was a good thing he wasn’t wearing his Pomefiore clothes but rather swimwear, as you had pulled him into the water with you and supplied him with air through your mouth. The kiss left him lightheaded, but he wanted more.

When the morning came, and you both were laying in your bed at Ramshackle, you started panicking for your beloved hunter. Vil would be angry if he wasn’t there, but he honestly didn’t care. He was finally reunited with his love, and he would suffer any consequences that his Housewarden would place upon him if it meant that he could spend just five more minutes in your arms.

Epel Felmier

He was in the classroom where you had been accidentally turned into, and he was very angry that Jack was the one that had to carry you to the Octavinelle dorm. If only he had been both strong and manly enough, he could have carried you himself. You were his significant other, after all, and he so very much wanted to prove that he was your knight in shining armor. That day was just not today.

Because he was your boyfriend, he had received a warning from Jade and Floyd Leech. Sirens often called out to sailors, promising them their deepest desires, and made them crash into the rocks with their ships. He kept that in mind as he watched you resurface after swimming around for a few seconds. You reached out to him, and pleaded with him that he give you a kiss to comfort you, but he had to swallow the desire down and leave immediately without so much as a goodbye.

His Housewarden had to make sure that he was not outside of Pomefiore more than necessary. There were students who would take turns in making sure that he was not sneaking out. Both Vil and Rook could tell that Epel was under your siren’s spell, as he had grown quiet and compliant. The former had to tell Leona that the First Year would not be able to attend the Spelldrive practices during the week because of this incident. The lion did not really care, but oh well.

Your voice was calling out to the farmer boy. During the day, during the night, the apple carver could hear your song. It was a simple life that you were promising him, with you as his spouse and a farm as your home. An apple orchard, where your young ones would help you both pick the apples and he would teach them to carve them into intricate designs. He only needed to kiss you. It was a vision that haunted his dreams every single night he was away from you.

And on the seventh night, he was going to indulge you in your wish. He made sure that the two student guards were distracted as he threw an apple in a different direction and he quite easily snuck by. He ran as fast as he could, all the way to the moonpool where you were slowly swimming around. You looked so beautiful and peaceful… It's now that he noticed that the only peace you had gotten was when you were with a mer-person’s tail. He kissed you once you resurfaced, and you pulled him underwater.

When he woke up the next morning, he saw that he was in Ramshackle. He went red upon seeing that not only was he in your bed, but you were right next to him (understandably, considering it was your own bed). You were still asleep, so he settled back down and went back to cuddling you. The warm rays of the sun were splashing against his face in the most relaxing way, and he quickly fell back asleep.

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asgardian-angel · 3 months

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Alan Rickman having fun on the set of Sense and Sensibility

Or Snape bullies a director, as observed by Sybil Trelawny, and Rose Dawson.

#sense and sensibility #sense and sensibility 1995 #alan rickman #emma thompson #kate winslet #harry potter #titanic #gif #laugh it up fuzzball #jane austen

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abarbaricyalp · 4 months

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👽🐈🚀

What Happiness Is

Sam was still getting settled on the bed when he answered the facetime call, so Bucky just let himself look at all the shaky cam footage of his broad chest--a bruise along one pectoral that Bucky would have to ask about--and his slightly grown out beard and the long curl of his lashes when the phone was suddenly right next to his face.

It was late in Louisiana--later in New York--and Sam seemed to have already turned off most of the lights. He was bathed in the pretty amber of the bedside lamp light they'd spent four hours looking for one day. At the time, Bucky had not appreciated Sam's insistence that they try out every. single. lamp. until they found the exact color tone they could both stand. Right now, he really really really appreciated it.

"Heard you got called out to something today," Sam greeted.

Bucky tore his eyes away from the curve of Sam's neck and shoulder to look at his face again. "You will not believe what it was," he groaned.

Sam grinned at him and Bucky's heart just about catapulted out of his chest. "Crashed spaceship, right?"

"Escape pod, yeah. It was ours. Something from SABER. Fury was on it."

"Fury was on it?!" Sam laughed. He shifted in the bed, fixed a pillow behind his back, and then folded an arm behind his head to lean back on. "Tell me more right now."

Bucky waited, because he now had to map out all of the musculature in Sam's arm. "God, I wish I was there with you," he groaned softly. "I miss our bed."

"Buck, focus," Sam ordered, though there was a pleased smile on his face. Bucky wanted to keep it there forever. "Fury crash landed in Central Park."

"Yeah. They asked me to go before they knew exactly what was going on, just that a SABER craft was rocketing back into the atmosphere. I still got there after the crash."

Sam nodded encouragingly. He used to tease Bucky that he told stories the way he filled out incident reports, but the teasing had eased once he learned how boring a verbose story could be instead. ("I know you can tell good stories," he'd said once. "You entertain the kids no problem." But it just wasn't the same, Bucky had argued. Sam always knew the truth and the truth was half as interesting.)

"So, anyway, I get there. Things are still smoldering. SHIELD is gonna have to pay another million dollars for the clean up. There are a few people around. And everyone is just kind of...wet?"

"Wet?" Sam asked, amused. Bucky was still in one piece and there seemed to be no indication of illness or hurt, so whatever caused the wetness was more interesting than worrying.

"Yeah. And there were a thousand cats around. Kittens, actually."

Sam's brow furrowed, but he was still grinning amiably. "Kittens? Did you adopt one?"

"I'm getting there," Bucky insisted.

"So we definitely have a cat now," Sam surmised.

Bucky waved him off. "Anyway, so there's all these slightly wet scientists, and Fury, and kittens! And then, and then, and then... Sam you are not going to believe this."

"Please do not keep me in suspense any longer," Sam played dramatically.

Bucky grinned at Sam and Sam grinned right back. "Sam. The cats threw up a bunch of Lovecraftian tentacles and more scientists," he said as slowly and calmly as he could.

Sam shot up in the bed and held the phone more firmly. "What?!"

Bucky had known this would delight and intrigue Sam and he was very pleased that it had. He preened as he sank deeper into the corner of the couch. Out of frame, his hand fell to the fuzzball snoozing in his lap.

"Yeah, man," he laughed. For a second, his eyes fell on his own image, tucked away in the corner, as small as it would go because sometimes he hated looking at himself and the smaller that box was, the more he could see of Sam. But, right now, he didn't mind how he looked. All crinkly eyed and happy. Younger and older at the same time. "Apparently there are alien cats out there."

"The world gets stranger every day," Sam sighed. But that lovely grin was still on his face. "What else happened?"

"Well, apparently it was a Captain Marvel thing," Bucky started again.

"You saw Carol?" Sam asked in excitement. The only person in the world who could rival Bucky's enthusiasm over Danvers was probably Sam. Apparently she was an entire celebrity in the Air Force. Bucky had heard no less than a thousand times that Danvers and Rambeau lived in Louisiana and clearly Louisiana produced the best superheroes in the world.

"Nah, she wasn't there. Had to finish the mission, or something. But this girl showed up. Do you remember Jersey City?"

"I try not to think about Jersey City at all," Sam answered, exactly the way Bucky knew he would.

"Remember, a few weeks ago, the Department of Damage Control got called out to Jersey City? It became a whole thing. It was on TV. Those teenagers totally pulled the rug out from under Deever?" Bucky insisted. "You were on call to do a bunch of PR if it got any worse."

Sam thought for a moment, then waved his hand in a so-so kind of way. "I never did have to do anything with it. What about it?"

"It's the girl from that. She's called Ms. Marvel, I guess. I dunno, she mostly talked about me instead of herself."

"You?" Sam snorted. "What could she possibly have to say about you?"

"Man, she had an entire Wikipedia page of information. She asked me things I didn't even remember the answer to."

Sam laughed again. Bucky melted further into the couch. "So, don't keep me in suspense anymore, Barnes," he pressed one more time. "Show me the aliens we own."

First, Bucky flipped the camera around to show the black and white kitten with his spotted face. He was rolling a shiny pom-pom around, batting it to one side of the kitchen and then bounding over it to catch it before it could roll under the cupboards, then doing it the other direction again.

"That one's yours. I've been calling him Oreo, but he doesn't really react to it, so you can name him when you meet him."

"How are you gonna get an alien cat on an airplane?" Sam asked, but Bucky saw through his slightly sarcastic words to his big, gleaming eyes. Sam pretended like he wasn't a big pet person, but he was always the first one to volunteer for pet sitting duty around Delacroix and he fed more strays than Bucky had ever seen in one place. He had a whole circuit he did in the mornings on his run. Took a backpack with food packed in it.

"I'll just drive this time. I have a car, y'know."

"Uh-huh. What makes you think I want an alien cat?"

Bucky shrugged, even though the camera was still faced away from him. "Look at his little face. He's got spots. He's the best," he defended. "And look at this one."

He turned the camera around again and angled it down to show off the white kitten in his lap. "Gotta say, though, I think this one's just a regular cat."

"How can you possibly tell the difference?" Sam asked.

"Well, look at what she does," he said and poked the kitten's shoulder until she lifted her pretty little head and yawned all big like cats did. "Versus what Oreo does--"

He flipped the camera again and found the black and white kitten in the frame. He tossed a bouncy ball over to it. The kitten's eyes got huge as he watched the ball and then, all of a sudden, a dozen tentacles came pouring out of his mouth to catch the ball before it could bounce too far away.

Sam yelped on the other side of the call. "What the hell, Bucky?" he shouted. The kitten in Bucky's lap lifted her head again at the commotion, took stock the situation, and then climbed out of his lap to lay on the couch cushion next to him instead.

"I told you, man. He's an alien. But look at that face."

The kitten, now with tentacles hidden away again, was mewling softly and looking around for the ball. Sam grumbled, then admitted, "He's pretty cute. But can't call him Oreo."

"What do you want to call him?" Bucky humored.

"I dunno. Something spacey. What about Figaro?"

The kitten lifted his head at the name and came trotting over. Bucky raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I guess that's it," he conceded. "But why Figaro? How is that spacey?"

"It's not," Sam admitted. "But in Bohemian Rhapsody, it gets used next to Galileo and Magnifico. Besides, he looks like the cat from Pinocchio."

"You know the cat from Pinnicchio's name off the top of your head?" Bucky asked skeptically.

"Yeah, unlike you, I pay attention when I watch movies."

Bucky rolled his eyes at the ribbing. He was about to turn the camera around and do it again so Sam could see it, but Figaro, formerly Oreo, began scratching his head against the side of Bucky's phone and purring.

"Aw, Sammy, look at that," he cooed, saccharine and a little teasing. "He likes your voice."

"I can't see anything," Sam pointed out just as Figaro covered the camera again.

Bucky shifted the camera enough to show the not-cat again. He sat back and blinked at the phone. Sam made some sort of noise, but without seeing his face, Bucky wasn't sure what it was. Begrudging adoration, he hoped.

"What did Fury have to say about all of this?" Sam asked.

Bucky turned the camera around again so he was back in the shot. "That if I told anyone, he'd put me on a spaceship without an engine," Bucky admitted. "But everyone's gotta know I'm gonna tell you."

"You're a terrible spy," Sam agreed. But that lovely, pleased smile was back on his face. Bucky was getting better at being charming and polite, but being around Sam definitely skewed his results because Sam was pretty reactive as soon as Bucky got sweet. "Don't know how you got added to that reformed bad guys team."

"You of all people know how that ended," Bucky pointed out. Crashing, burning, screaming. A hundred disciplinary referrals on himself. "'How does Captain America keep figuring out our intel? Gosh, it just doesn't make sense.' It didn't take a genius to put it together."

"If it had, it never woulda been figured out," Sam finished. Bucky's gripes were very predictable. "When are you coming home?"

"As soon as Fury gives me the okay. He already gave me alien cats. Hopefully he'll want me out of sight soon too."

"And you're really bringing those things here?"

"The boys are gonna love them, " Bucky promised with a grin.

"You're taking care of the litter box," Sam warned. "And tentacle issues! I'll be on cuddle duty."

Bucky rolled his eyes fondly and held a hand over his heart. "I'll take care of the litter box."

"I miss you," Sam said softly. "Get back home soon. With your new minions."

"Everything that likes me first loves you more," Bucky reminded him. "They'll be your minions within a weekend."

Sam smiled and did not argue because he couldn't. "I love you. See you soon."

"Love you too," Bucky said, though it was drowned out by a plaintive set of meows and then Sam's laughter before he hung up.

Alien cats, Bucky thought as he watched Alpine chase Figaro. His sci-fi books hadn't prepared him for that one.

this has been sitting in my drafts since I saw the movie opening night. enjoy 👽🐈

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain america #sambucky fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #writing #flerken #alpine the cat #figaro the cat

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clangenrising · 11 months

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Month 4 - Greenleaf

“So she just showed up and asked to join the clan?” Yarrowshade asked. Across camp, Goldenstar and Sagetooth were talking with the newcomer, Oddy. Nightfrost looked back at them and when she spoke, her mouth leaned in his direction, but her eyes stayed fixed on Oddy.

“Yeah, she’s looking for protection for her kits,” she said.

Scorch, who had been sitting quietly since Nightfrost had approached her and Yarrowshade, said, “It looks like I’m not the only one who’s heard of your reputation.”

Nightfrost looked at her, one ear twitching curiously. The rogue had been growing bolder, it seemed, since she began hunting with Yarrowshade on the regular. On the one paw, Nightfrost was glad she was starting to act less like a jumpy hare, but on the other, she wasn’t sure what kind of creature Scorch was underneath.

“So it would seem,” she said cautiously. Scorch held her gaze, her eyes like chips of ice. Nightfrost could feel them trying to take her apart, calculating. Nightfrost looked away, turning her attention back to the new cat in camp. Still, she could almost feel Scorch smiling.

“I didn’t realize we were so famous,” Yarrowshade said, sounding proud.

“It’s not a good reputation,” Scorch snorted, “You’re kind of known as brutal warlords.”

“What?” he laughed in response, “Us? Warlords?”

“Obviously, no one saying that has met you, fuzzball.” Scorch bumped her shoulder roughly against him and he laughed again. Nightfrost didn’t turn her head but strangely, her shoulders tensed with jealousy. Was she jealous of Scorch? She pushed the thought away - that wasn’t relevant right now.

“Well, either way, apparently she’s a very skilled healer,” she said. “She said she used to have a little den where cats would come and seek treatment, said a Clan healer taught her everything she knows.”

“A Clan healer? Really?” Yarrowshade looked at the stranger with newfound interest.

“Yeah.” Nightfrost gave him a meaningful look.

“Do you think it was Redleaf?” he asked. Nightfrost sighed a little, smiling nonetheless. Yarrowshade had never been much for subtlety.

“Maybe,” she said, “Unless they were from SkyClan.”

“Redleaf?” Scorch asked, clearly sensing a story there.

“She was a healer here,” Yarrowshade supplied, “Sagetooth’s apprentice. When the Red Gut came, she lost faith in Star Clan, said they had abandoned us. She had a huge fight with Sagetooth and ended up leaving in the middle of the night. No one’s seen her since.”

Scorch let out an intrigued trill. “Sounds like my kind of queen.”

“Redleaf was impulsive and vindictive,” Nightfrost said firmly. “We’re better off without her.” Scorch shrank slightly, the smug look disappearing from her face.

She dipped her head humbly and said in a soft voice, “My apologies. I shouldn’t speak on matters unfamiliar to me.” Nightfrost frowned, eyes narrowing. Yarrowshade swallowed uncomfortably. Scorch glanced between them and said, “If you’ll excuse me.” With another polite bow, the ginger dame slipped away, heading for the healer’s den. Nightfrost huffed.

“She was just joking around, Nightfrost,” said Yarrowshade, ears pressing backwards as he tried to appease her, “I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.”

Nightfrost took a deep breath and sighed. “Sorry, she just… rubs my fur the wrong way.”

Yarrowshade frowned. He looked like he wanted to say more but didn’t have the right words. Immediately she felt like crowfood. Sighing, again, she leaned forward to bump her head against his, letting the contact calm her nerves.

“It’s fine, really. I’m glad you’re having fun with her.”

“Not too much fun,” he said, a bit of humor coming back into his voice. Pulling back, he gave her a cheeky little grin. “But, hey, if you’re stressed out, maybe we could go out and train? Fool around a bit?” She rolled her eyes and turned away.

“No thanks,” she said, “You know I’m not the irresponsible type.”

“Who said anything about irresponsible?” he purred. “Way I see it, cutting loose would be good for your health!”

“Ah, I see. And that’s in your unbiased opinion?”

“Of course! Solely concerned about your well being.” He swiped a paw over his muzzle in a gesture of honesty.

Across the camp, Goldenstar and Oddy finished talking, both looking pleased. Sagetooth dipped her head to Oddy and stepped up, laying a tail over her back to lead her to the healer’s den. Nightfrost didn’t envy them, knowing they would run into Scorch who was probably sulking inside.

“Looks like Oddy’s going to stay,” she said.

“It’ll be good to have a second healer around,” Yarrowshade said brightly, “Oh! And kits! Do you think they’ll be apprenticed?”

“Who knows,” Nightfrost shrugged. “It’d be nice to have more kits in camp though.”

“You know, I have an idea to help with that,” he said, unable to stop the smirk from creeping into his voice.

“You’re the worst!” she laughed and reared up to bat him around the head.

“Ow! Ow! Hey!” he laughed, ducking and backing away, “It was just an idea!” She chuckled and pursued him for a few steps before relenting.

“You and your ideas,” she clucked, shaking her head. “You’ll be the death of me, I swear.”

#clan gen #clan gen oc #clangen #clangen oc #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warriors #warriors oc #Nightfrost #Yarrowshade #Redleaf #Oddstripe #Scorchplume #clangen rising #clangenrising #greenleaf

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mouschiwrites · 5 months

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hi :) so i saw u were doing the match up request things and wanted to try one! could it be for ninjago, i like men (unfortunately). lets see, soo..i’m a girl, half porto rican-half white (i was raised bilingual i know Spanish and english) have a little bit more curvy pear shaped figure, a few freckles on my cheeks, bigger lips/smaller nose, i have brown curly hair, my smile is squinty, and i have central heterochromia (the much more common, kinda lame version of having two different color eyes) where the outside of my eye is green and a sharp ring around my iris is yellow (my mom calls them my stars<3) and, yeah for appearance ig thats it. as far as personality, i’m really just like if loralai Gilmore from Gilmore girls didn’t like coffee. i love photography, art, nature, cats, i collect old post cards/old photographs, i have an old 2003 digital camera i thrifted that i bring everywhere, my favorite colors are green/pink, i love taylor swift and mitski and alex g, i read comics, i take pictures of every tree andddd… lots of other stuff but i ramble haha anyways have a wonderful day<3<3 to infinity and beyond, mars ⭐️

From one central heterochromia haver to another (yours sound so pretty tho,,)… I match you with:

Lloyd Garmadon!!

A few headcanons:

He thinks it’s so cool that you know English and Spanish

He’ll ask you how to say something in Spanish, then proceed to repeat it in the most American accent you’ve ever heard

He’s trying tho :(

You guys bond over your love of nature and comics

Lloyd loves to go on hikes/nature walks with you, and he’ll help you find neat things to take pictures of

On that note, he 100% supports your photography hobby

His room is gradually overtaken by photos you’ve given him

He’s not complaining though; he adores each and every one

As for your love of comics, you guys give each other recommendations and swap issues

You love to gush about your favorites and predict what will happen future issues

You absolutely lose your minds when you end up being right

If/when you move in together, you adopt a cat

You’re both huge cat people, so that little fuzzball gets treated like your biological child

You always speak super affectionately about it when in public, so people actually assume that it is a human baby

They’re so confused when they find out it’s a cat

This becomes a bit of an inside joke between you two

Lloyd likes to call you “dear,” “love,” and “bright eyes”

(He loves your eyes so much)

He likes to be called “baby,” “honey,” and “sweetie”

A drabble!

You smiled to yourself as you snapped a picture of a grove of aspens, their leaves tainted a sophisticated gold that was complimented excellently by the afternoon sunshine.

“Over here!” You heard Lloyd beckon, making your head snap over in his direction.

Moving away from the aspens, you came to a gnarled old tree. Lloyd was standing proudly in front of it, pointing to it with a huge grin. “Isn’t it cool?”

You nodded eagerly, readying your camera already. A few seconds passed, and the little click never came. You pursed your lips, disgruntled. “I can’t get a good angle.”

Lloyd frowned, his brow furrowing in contemplation as he stared at the tree. Then, with a sudden light in his eyes, he stepped closer to you and dropped to his knees.

“Get on my shoulders.”

You hesitated, but decided that the picture would be worth the effort. You squealed as he practically jumped to his feet, jostling you perilously.

You finally snapped the perfect picture. Grinning at your camera, you rubbed Lloyd’s head affectionately.

“Thanks, sweetie. You can put me down now.”

Lloyd hummed in thought, drumming his hands on your knees for a moment before continuing down the trail with you still on his shoulders.

“Lloyd! Put me down!” You laughed, playfully smacking his head.

“No.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

It wasn’t until you completed your walk that Lloyd finally relented and put you down.

“Finally! You rascal,” you giggled, shoving him lightly.

“Hey, you got some good pictures, didn’t you?”

You huffed. “Okay, I will admit that.”

Lloyd winked with a good-natured grin. “Glad I could help.” He kissed your cheek, grasping your hand before continuing on your path home.

And a song!

My Love Mine All Mine (Mitski)

'Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love, my, my, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

…

My baby here on earth

Showed me what my heart was worth

So, when it comes to be my turn

Could you shine it down here for her?

Thank you for your support! You truly do mean so so much to me <33 I hope this was okay!

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd x reader

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fbfh · 1 year

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So we're talking about Ben Florian again huh. When you and Ben found our your parents were planning to arrange a marriage between you if Ben hadn't found anyone by coronation, you made him promise to date around for a while. You've known each other since you were knee high to a march hare and the last thing you want is for Ben to feel stuck with you, so you decide you have to convince him to date at least one person, to let someone else throw their hat in the ring. When Ben heard, he looked over at you in disbelief. He's really starting to feel those years and years of close proximity and etiquette lessons and sitting in on meetings of the auradon government, years of being so close to you, feeling like you're the only ones who get each other, and he's reminded suddenly of when you first became friends. When he was a little kid there was a while when he really struggled to control his beast shifts, and he would turn into this rabid little fuzzball often. it scared away most of the other kids, except you. you asked him questions about it, and when he asked if he scared you, you said no. "My parents told me you can't be curious and scared at the same time. So I'm just curious, I guess..." You've practically been attached at the hip ever since, so you're the natural, obvious choice to rule auradon by his side. He's spent 16 years denying his feelings for you, insisting you're friends when his parents send him those knowing looks. But now, hearing his parents and your parents and the whole council decide that unless something drastic happens in his love life, you're going to be together forever, all 16 years of pent up feelings that had been building and building and building start to break. You both wait to talk about it until you're sure you're alone, knowing how top secret this has to stay. It's a lot for both of you to process, but before you can see the obvious blush on his cheeks, you turn to him with that resolute look in your eye that means you've made up your mind.

"You should ask Audrey out."

His stomach drops, and he looks at you confused.

"I mean, if what they said is true you should start dating right now. You know, see if you can find someone you'd actually like enough to marry before then. Plus, I have it on good authority that she likes you a lot. She'd definitely say yes."

He lets out a nervous laugh, taking in what you're saying. The last thing he wants to do is jepardize your relationship, and if he knows anything, he knows you. And now is not an ideal time for a love confession of very newly realized feelings he's barely beginning to recognize. So he asks out Audrey (who gladly accepts) and he dates her for a while and you two stay as close as you've ever been. But he knows that even if he hadn't been encouraged to, you'd find your way to each other eventually. It's just a matter of time at this point.

#drabbles #ben florian drabbles #ben florian x reader #ben florian #descendants #descendants x reader #descendants drabbles #ben burns bright and steady for you #audrey knows this too #she will never stop loathing you because she and ben and (eventually) you all know that his heart is yours #ooh it's a fun dynamic

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quitealotofsodapop · 4 months

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Oddly enough, after learning the reasoning behind Wukong's actions, the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother were both oddly supportive. To a ridiculous degree. It doesn't obsolvef the crimes Wukong did, but it bring a sense of perspective and understanding they hadn't had before. They will never admit it if asked, especially not in public, but a pile of gifts both for Wukong and his baby randomly showed up on FFM one day.

The sudden shift in demeanor def freaks Wukong out. The Jade Emperor... being nice to him? Xiwangmu being darn near doting!? Has the realm gone mad?

The gifts of heavenly peaches (non-immortality-causing, those ones aren't in season yet) and super soft silks are appriciated though.

Wukong gets sort of an answer when "Egg" aka Xiaotian is finally born and different deities come to pay their respects/give their blessings.

The Jade Emperor looms over the Monkey King asks... almost shyly(!?) to hold the baby.

Wukong doesn't want to cus he's super protective of the baby rn, but this seems kinda important to the Emperor so...

The tiny brown fuzzball can rest comfortabley in just one of the Divine Emperor's hands, even when he's in his roughly human-sized form. The size difference is so immense that the Emperor has to lift his hands up to see the baby clearly.

A tiny, toothless yawn comes from the little infant as they stretch themselves awake in the new hold.

Wukong swears on Buddha when he sees the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother start crying.

Then it hits him.

The royal couple have never held any of their grandchildren.

Zhinu's sons were forced into the stars before they could even meet them, the three Li brothers were already grown, and Wukong's unsure that the two know if Redson even exists.

The two gods look upon the chaotic fuzzy monkey cub almost like a surrogate grandbaby.

Macaque and the noodle shop gang are just completely stunned throughout this interaction. Not everyday you see the rulers of the Three Realms cry over a baby monkey.

Xiaotian's eyes finally blink open, revealing rings of newborn blue that fade into star-like yellow-orange.

The Jade Emperor's stoney expression cracks the tiniest smile.

Xiaotian pees on the Emperor's hand.

The room is silent. Even as the Emperor calmly hands Xiaotian backs to their parents for cleaning and hides his befouled limb. The royal couple leave soon after with more wishes of good luck.

With all coasts clear; Wukong just starts cackling with laughter!! Macaque can barely stop himself from laughing as he cleans up the baby and puts them in an actual diaper. Iron Fan makes a bubbling snort in her attempts to hold her laughter in.

Even the mortal friends of the monkeys are snickering. Tang in particular is howling at the similarities to Wukong marking the Buddha's own fingers.

That's the Monkey King's baby all right! Already marking their territory!

#century stone egg au #stone egg talk #sun wukong #pregnancy tw #lmk aus #lmk jade emperor #lmk queen mother of the west #lmk xiwangmu #qi xiaotian

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