#very self indulgent of me i know but i fur one deserve it

[verm1c1de]

oh hey look ive got art. i was gonna add more ((as mew can tell)) and then iiiii. didnt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whoops. oh well. i think these look ballers anyways and i am so fucking good at drawing hands. i love drawing hands. yippee!

#hes so cool. no he isnt #hes just incredibly fun to draw #fuzzification #very self indulgent of me i know but i fur one deserve it #also reds there. and ourp #theyre cute #big stupid bugeyes #ok dont look at me im going to add generic tags now #i look insane to the afurrage tag searcher i think #iz #invader zim #dib #dib membrane #i swearsies he is i literally study the show to makesure im in character when i write his stupidass #vampire dib #vplord dib #tallest red #tallest purple #radr #my art #dibby #askblog nonsense #do click on it fur better quality

[lilspacewolfie]

Papas Caring For Hospitalized Reader

Spawned from pure self-indulgence. I've been through more hospital visits these last four weeks than I have my entire life. I want someone to bundle me up and make my hand better. I hate hospitals and operations *sobs*. Enjoy nonetheless!

Content: 2k words, Papas x gn!reader, SFW, bullet-pointed format, mentions of hospitals, needles (only mentioned), mention of general anaesthetic, angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety, lots of sweetness, you're getting pampered, no beta we die like nihil!)

This man will do everything in his power to make sure you’re looked after and relaxed. 

Tea for days! He will try different flavours until he finds the one you like.

Dives headfirst into deep research as to which herbs help your injury heal, as well as calm your nerves. He knows his plants well, but he wants to know more. You deserve the best of the best.

Insists on going with you for infirmary visits even when you tell him you’re fine (you’re not really, but you just don't want him to worry.)

He will anyway. 

Chronic worrier, especially given his age. 

He takes his health VERY seriously, yours too! The Ministry has the best medical care around. 

If you need a wound cleaned, stitches taken out, or other medicines, it's the place to get it. 

Primo will be with you as much as he’s able to, even if that means he’s sitting for a long time while you’re being treated. 

When you’re free and discharged—bandaged, bruised and probably feeling sore, he’ll take you back to his room for some TLC. 

Will have a bath or shower with you, (in his jungle of a washroom), depending on what you prefer and smother you with all your favourite scents.  

He’s a deeply caring individual and shows it openly. 

Will speak gently to you, whisper sweetly and ensure you’re not overstimulated more than you have been. 

“Shh, I know. I know amore. It’ll be over soon, just breathe for me.”

He knows how much you hate hospital/doctor visits. 

You can squeeze his hand if you want. 

If you need space for a bit after everything, he’ll gladly give it. 

If not, prepare to receive a lot of kisses, especially on your forehead (a lot of them, like… SO many.)

He will help you bathe if you’re unable to, running a foaming washcloth over your skin carefully. 

Let him wash your hair! It’s one of the things he adores doing for you!

Once you’re washed, warm and feeling more relaxed it’s time for more tea in bed with a snack if you want one!

He insists. Even if you don't feel like eating, try to drink something for him <3

“It will help you feel good and relax, Il mio fiore.” (My flower)

Fluids are important (wink-wonk).

Reminds you to take your meds like clockwork (always with tea and water)

You’re his petalo (petal) and he loves you dearly. 

Will wrap you up in the mountain of blankets and faux furs he has on his lush bed. He’s old, he feels the cold more than others. At least he has you to keep him warm.

Secondo hates when you’re hurt/hurting in any capacity. 

Even if it's something minor, he’ll worry about it to the point where he loses sleep over it. 

He’s a big, brooding mother hen. 

The Emeritus curse of being a chronic worrier doesn’t stop at Primo.

This man wants you to be okay and it kills him when you’re not. 

Will also go with you to the infirmary and stay with you. 

The staff always find him a little intimidating, but they know he’s just worried sick. He’s kind to everyone, but honestly, he won't speak much unless spoken to. 

“Are you alright, mio tesoro?” Is what he mainly asks, his voice so low it's close to a rumble. 

Tries his best to make you feel relaxed. 

Will make really, god-awful dad jokes that are so bad you do laugh. 

He will quietly hold your hand the entire time, rubbing his bare fingers over our knuckles. 

You rarely see him remove his gloves in public, but he HAS to be touching you. He insists. 

He’s had enough knocks and breaks in his life to know how fragile the human body can be, but also how incredible it is at self-repair. 

That doesn’t mean he views you as a fragile thing that needs to be wrapped in wool, but he loves you so deeply he would if you let him. 

He admires your strength and resolve as you put up with being poked and prodded (by needles or with doctors.) 

Once you’re released from care, good luck getting him to be anywhere less than within touching distance. 

You’re getting a kiss. Lots of them. Mostly chaste and gentle. 

You can tell it's because he worries about hurting you. 

He relaxes a bit more when you kiss him HARD and bite at his bottom lip. 

Will also help you bathe and shower. Again, touching distance. Just let him be near you for his own sanity. 

Though he wouldn’t be upset if you need some space. He’s very understanding if you’re overstimulated. 

Will linger outside the door in case you need anything. 

Let him dry you off and dress you in comfortable clothes. He can see you that way. 

He can see you’re still with him and that you’re safe. 

He’ll touch you slowly, running his large hands over your skin. 

Will spoon you once you’re in bed or let you curl into him. 

He’ll bury his nose in your hair, breathe you in and say a wordless prayer to Lucifer that you recover quickly. 

“Ti amo.” You hear him whisper as he presses a kiss to your forehead and strokes your hair.

Only falls asleep once he’s sure you have, holding you close the entire night. 

Terzo. Oh, Terzo. 

Emeritus curse of being a chronic worrier? Check. Turn it up to eleven. 

Unlike Secondo, Terzo is open with his worries. 

He’s a fair mix of his brothers, both gentle and occasionally stoic given the shape you’re in. 

If it's something minor, he’ll try to play it off with a bit of humour like he tends to do. He’ll make bad jokes (oh ho, you thought Secondo’s were bad just wait for this.) 

If it’s something you need an operation for, this man will be silently out of his mind. *insert any internally screaming gif here*

He takes pride in his appearance, but you’ll start to notice cracks—dishevelled hair, a button not done up or a smudge of his paint. 

It would worry you more if he didn’t have Omega or one of his brothers to make sure he’s drinking and eating regularly.

Tries to hide his stress. Fails. Rinse and repeat. 

He doesn’t want you to worry about him, you’re the one in pain, about to be put under and Lucifer… What's he going to do if something happens?

He loves you. Adores you. You’re his life.

He knows how much you hate being stuck in hospitals and it pains him to see you stressed. The last thing he wants to do is add to that, so he’ll play it cool. 

When you go in he’s pacing the halls.

Rest assured, the healthcare of the Ministry has you in safe hands. 

It puts Terzo at ease, but don't expect him to leave your side when everything is over. He will sit at your bedside, kiss your knuckles and stroke your hair. 

Let him touch you. Just let him. 

He’s been through so much heartache in his life. 

Will kiss each of your fingers and whisper sweet words to you. 

“You’ll be okay, vita mia. Cuore mio. I’m here. I’m with you.” (My life. My heart.)

Maybe he’ll hum some songs too. 

You’re his everything. 

Once you’re ready and well enough to leave, you’re getting pampered to hell and back. This man worships the ground you walk on. 

Whatever you want it's not too much. A bath? A shower? Just to get into bed and fall asleep? Terzo’s right there with you.

Dinner in his massive, plush bed with your favourite movie.

When you’re ready to sleep he’ll plaster himself to you. He would crawl inside your skin if he could. 

Fitful sleeper. Wakes up a few times just to make sure you’re ok. 

Eventually sleeps soundly once you kiss his worries away. 

Stroke his hair. He’s a sucker for that!

*Copia is not Nihil’s son in my verses/AUs unless explicitly stated.*

He’s learned bad habits from the Papas it seems. 

Worrier. Yes, it's chronic. Seriously, are we sure this isn’t like the flu?

Paces a lot. 

Good luck getting him to sit still. 

If he's not pacing, he’s as close to you as physics will allow. 

Lots of touching. Will rest his head by your hip if he’s tired from all that pacing. 

Perfect opportunity to run your fingers through his hair.  

He’ll hold your hands and kiss your knuckles. 

All that stress tires him out. 

“Mi dispiace, amore. Non sto aiutando,” he’ll whisper brokenly. (I'm sorry, amore. I'm not helping.)

You two probably end up curled up on the bed of the infirmary together if you have been waiting a while. A nap won't hurt. 

You kiss slowly as you get comfortable, limbs tangled.

The angle is a bit awkward. 

The sleep helps but he’s still going to be stressed when he wakes up. 

Will get you anything you need. A drink or food, perhaps one of the really nice yogurts they do at the visitor's cantine. 

Will ask the nurses and doctors SO many questions. He likes to be informed. Gets stressed if anything is unclear. 

Maybe he should be in this infirmary bed and not you. 

Prepare to be coddled once you’re discharged. 

You’re both taking a long, hot bath or shower. 

He wants to wash you down so he can see you and make sure you’re ok. Lots of tender kisses to your skin. 

Ends up with you in his arms under the hot water just swaying together. 

You’re wearing his clothes. No, not just because he likes how they look on you but because they’re baggy and won't irritate your skin *cough*. Sure Copia. 

He’ll order your favourite food and you can watch a movie in his room together. 

Will mother hen you, constantly ask if you need anything, and make sure your water glass is full. 

He probably will cry. It’s just been so much. 

You can cry together if you want. You both understand. 

Also like clockwork when it comes to medication (if you’re taking any.) 

Curls up in bed with you. You both sleep like the dead after such a long, stressful day. 

Breakfast in bed when you wake up.

*Copia is not Nihil’s son in my verses/AUs unless explicitly stated.*

Copia might not be of the Emeritus blood, but unholy shit does the curse of being a chronic worrier catch like wildfire. 

He’s Papa now he’s gotta be strong. 

Will put on a brave face. But underneath he’s still the cardinal he was years back. 

He’ll worry and fret and pace. There's no changing some things. 

While he’s outwardly less anxious, this poor man has so much weighing on his shoulders after he took over to front the band. 

Inwardly it's chaos. 

His hair is never quite as smoothed back as it normally is and his paint is a touch worn. 

There are some things you can't change about a man. Not really. 

Prepare to be coddled, again. The mother hen has never left the coop. 

He’s going to pamper you when he gets you back to his room. Of course, you’re staying with him, he’s not letting you go. 

So. Many. Kisses. 

This man loves kissing you. He adores you so. 

A bath in his spacious tub is just what the doctor ordered. You lay against him and relax in the dim with only the light of candles. 

Finally lets himself cry. 

You shush him, kiss him and remind him that you love him and that you’re ok. 

He loves you so much he can't even express it. The thought of losing you kills him. 

He tries to push your hands away when you take a cloth to his paint. You’re the one who's been hurt and poked at all day, he’s supposed to be caring for you!

Eventually relents because you both know you need this. 

More kisses and mutual washing. You love seeing how his skin pinkens across his cheek, arms and back. It brings out the pretty freckles all over his body. 

When you both get into bed, tangled up again, Copia will whisper how much he loves you until he’s too tired to talk anymore. 

You both sleep like the dead.

masterlist ⛧ Ao3

#ghost #the band ghost #papa emeritus i #primo #papa emeritus i x reader #primo x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #secondo #secondo x reader #papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #gender neutral reader

[theysaidhush]

I just had a very perplexing thought.

Why do I like the thought of watching Jisung suck off another member so much? Like, for the first time, I'm not having a hard thought about fucking Jisung, or Jisung fucking me but rather watching Jisung get fucked. Could be by Minho, or Felix but the thought is here and it won't leave.

With Felix I'm seeing a Switch>Switch>Sub situation. I'm a switch but I'm in my sub era and your girl loves some Soft!Doms🥺 With all this stress, I just wanna be taken care of not gonna lie🥲

Imagine Soft!Dom sex with Jisung and Felix my darling babygirl twins🥺Them fucking into you relentlessly but their words are a drastic contrast to what their hips are doing. Taking turns fucking you, singing sweet praises into your ears. You're on a lustful cloud of pleasure just giving all of yourself to them because you're always helping to take care of them and they want to return the love in any way they can for you😭💓💓💓

Self indulging here but I deserve it to be honest😮‍💨🥲

But also watching Jisung suck off Felix is such a turn on for no reason. A random ass thought that I just suddenly love. Jisung's cute, mouth wrapped around Felix's length, his head bobbing up and down while he jerks himself off. Felix making the deepest moans and groans while he looses himself inside Jisung's soft cheeks🤭 And you're just there watching, having fun with yourself until they're finished and decided it was your turn🥹✨

Please indulge me? If or when you can🫶🏼✨

Being Felix and Jisung's pillow prince (and seeing Jisung give Felix head ugh)

Listen here. I don't usually ship idols together in a a romantic way but pls, Jisung and Minho are so ugh I just want them to make their coming out and say that they are in a relationship, this is my biggest dream lol

Had trouble reading this without blushing omg sorry for the typpoooos

Imagine being their pillow princess yeees Like usually you're the one doing all the work, riding them and taking their cock into your warm cunt while they're laying on your shared bed, sloppily kissing each other while praising you. But tonight you wanted to be taken care of like the sweet and nice baby that you are. You so deserve it and they know it, so be ready because you're gonna melt under their touch.

I literally can picture Jisung holding your legs around his tiny waist while he's pounding on you, fast and desperate, high pitch moaned leaving his pretty lips while his head is thrown back, thighs and biceps flexing because he's going all out. His body is screaming and protesting but he can't help it, you feel so good around him and he wants to make you feel good, wants you to choke on your breath because you're feeling so good, wants to see your eyes shine with your pearly and cristak clear tears rushing downwards, coating your face in a mix of tears and saliva from your previous make out session.

And what makes it better is his sweet boyfriend at your side, eyes heavy, fucked out and dreamy expression as his mouth is sucking on your nipple, his hands squeezing stroking teasing your breast, worshiping your chest, latching on them as if he's afraid they would disappear. Felix is a sucker for your breast, literally. He don't mind if Jisung gets the first round, and the second, and the third, he just wants your perky and cute nipples in his mouth or fingers, he wants to ear you moan in his ears, trying to catch your breath, fingers pulling his hair because you're feeling so good that you feel like you're floating. But don't worry Felix's praises between two kisses on your breast helps you keep grounded.

And then, when Jisung's dick have enough, your Australian boyfriend takes his place between your legs. And you love being railed by your two boyfriends because they are so differen. While being fucked by Jisung feels like trying to win a race, fast, exciting, leaving you out of breath, adrenaline pumping in your veins, being fucked by Felix is different. It's like laying in a fur near a fireplace. Comforting, calm yet intense and warm. Felix love going slow, taking his time feeling your walls clench around him, he loves feeling your body when laying on top of yours, murmuring sweet nothing into your ear. And his voice is just as deep as his thrusts, and they both make you feel so good, as if a shot of electricity was striking your body, and you can't help it but cum all over his dick for the xth time tonight.

And you're just a babbling mess, thanking them for making you feel so good, telling that you're good just for them, that they are the only ones and you wouldn't have it any other way. And they love what they hear, they love you, and keep on telling you that you are their sweet baby and they would do anything for you, they told you that you're pretty oh so pretty, that you make them feel love like no one has ever done before.

And when you're think your body is at its limits your walls clench around nothing as you see Jisung's head bob on Felix's length. You see his pretty and round cheeks full of is favorite lollipop, eyes close as he's tasting you on his boyfriend dick, moaning at the wet feeling on his tongue. Tastes so good. You see Felix's Adam's apple bobbing as he's swallowing, head thrown back at the feeling of Jisung's experienced tongue on his slit, massaging his cock, running over its veins and making him feel so good. You see Felix's cum drip out of Jisung's mouth as you hear a deep moan resonate in the room and then you see Jisung's head approaching yours, kissing you and sharing Felix's present with you, replacing your fingers inside your pussy.

#stray kids smut #stray kids hard hours #skz smut #skz hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids x reader #jisung smut #felix smut #jisung hard hours #felix hard hours #jisung x reader x felix #poly!skz

[acewithapaintbrush]

A little something for a very special person on her very special day! Happy Birthday @princesa-pens-and-pizza

Donnie tilts his head and bends down to get a closer look. The creature stares back at him with fathomless, black eyes. There is a storm within these depths, a darkness and a hunger for power and control. Donnie can see his own face reflected in the dark pupils, distorted and alien. A shiver runs down his spine and his toes curl beneath his feet in breathless anticipation of chaos to come. 

"Remarkable." he whispers and reaches out a careful hand. "What a terrifying companion you've got." 

The small white rabbit with the pink button nose and the eyepatch covering the right side of its face sniffs at his hand before stretching its furry head towards his palm. Donnie obliges and pets it between the ears. He marvels at the coarse fur and the floppy ears. 

"She is my greatest creation. The first in my ever growing army." The human boy, who has introduced himself as Mercutio Von Ryan, the greatest scientist there ever was, is and will be (Donnie kept himself from scoffing only because he tries to practice humility because he definitely IS capable of that, thank you very much Raph!), is clutching the rabbit to his chest with utmost care. He holds his head up high at Donnie's praise, a satisfied grin stretching his lips. "Her name is Onslaught." 

"A fitting name for such a magnificent beast." 

"Beast?" A voice from behind Don interrupts. Leo leans over his shoulder and Donnie holds him back with nothing but one arm and years of experience. His brother strains against him and tries his best to climb over and around Donnie to reach the little furball. "It's a rabbit! The cutest little rabbit. Who's the cutest? You are! Yes you are! Donnie stop it! I wanna cuddle it!" 

Donnie shoves Leo's face away while giving Mercutio an apologetic smile. "Excuse my dum-dum brother. He has been dropped on his head many times as a small turtle." 

"No excuse necessary. I myself am similarly burdened with an ignorant sibling." Mercutio replies magnanimously and holds the rabbit up towards Leo who is still staring at it with longing in his eyes. "This is not a pet! If you try to cuddle her, she will rip your face right off. Be warned." 

In that moment Onslaught wrinkles her little nose and sneezes the tiniest of sneezes. 

Leo gasps and clutches at his heart. He slides down to the ground with tears in his eyes and with as much drama as his antics deserve. "She's so cuuuuuuuuuute! Ughhhh!" 

Merc looks at his fluffy weapon of mass destruction with an expression like he can't decide whether he is disappointed or concerned. It seems like he settles on the latter because he tucks her into his coat and mumbles "It's cold in here." 

"Aw bro, we all know that you love that rabbit." Pietro, Merc's twin brother, croons from the table where he'd been reading his book the whole time. He winks at Leo. "He's such a softy on the inside, but he would never admit it. You know how it is with these self proclaimed bad boys." 

"Ohohoho, don't I know it!" Leo agrees. He jumps to his feet and slaps Donnie's shoulder. Donnie is about to snap at him but stops himself when he sees the indulgent, affectionate smile Leo sends his way. 

He huffs and turns away before his twin can see the answering twitch of his own lips. Exasperated Bleurgh. These sentimental moments are making him soft. 

"OMG dude! Are you reading Tales of Desdemona? What volume are you on?" 

"Five! Lord Kristan just-" 

"Ahhhhhhh! Lalalalalalala. No spoilers, I just finished book four! That cliffhanger destroyed me!" 

"Oh, tell me about it! I cried straight into Onslaught's fur for four days." 

"Hah. Hard same! Mayhem was not amused." 

While Leo and Pietro gush about the epic and very unrealistic love story of a lady and a lord, Donnie introduces his own creation, Shelldon. Mercutio is very appreciative of the sleek design and the fact that Donnie probably doesn't have to clean the robot's toilet every day to which Don concurs but also points out some of his son's high maintenance quirks and that the rabbit is probably softer to cuddle. Scientific cuddling, of course. 

When Raph and Mikey come to collect them hours later, Leo and Pietro run around the room to do some role playing as Lady Desdemona and Lord Kristan while Don and Merc try to get Shelldon and Onslaught to battle each other to determine who is the better pet/surrogate son/weapon of mass destruction. 

Too bad Shelldon is more interested in carrying Onslaught around and humming nursery rhymes while the rabbit naps on the robot's warm metal plating. 

They decide it's a draw. 

#Happy birthday my dear!!!! #Mwah Mwah Mwah #I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your boys for this #rottmnt #Disaster Twins x2

[sukalaap]

Let’s Clear Things Up...

Hello everyone. It has come to my attention that a former mutual of mine online has blocked me on every social platform due to an alleged minor spreading rumors on my behalf. I was obviously outraged by such a bold accusation, but eventually, it made me reflect on myself, as well as my decisions after a brief conversation with my mother, whose wisdom constantly benefits me whenever I step in a minefield. You see, I used to send NSFW material, which I've crafted with my own hands, to mutuals of mine directly through Discord messages, for approval and to gush over together. It's important to note that my NSFW content never, ever, indulges into anything hardcore or problematic, and instead relies on erotic intimacy, respect towards one's boundaries, and genuine love for each other. It specifically involves consenting, humanoid adults, with no blood relations to one another. I'd typically be mad at the one who made these far fetched claims, since falsely accusing someone of something THIS vile is, of course, incredible scummy, and deserving of punishment of about the same degree as actual predators. It is very likely that this person simply dislikes me & fabricated those pieces of "evidence" to make me look worse than I am, or simply took what I said WAY out of context. Or maybe perhaps... I simply need to be way more careful with what I share. Because anyone can claim to be over 18. After all, we can never tell a lie from a truth simply through text. So therefore, I will no longer send NSFW material to anyone directly through PMs, nor partake in NSFW Discord servers. Instead, those pictures will be publically shared on sites made specifically to display this kind of imagery, like Fur Affinity. So if ya wanna look for this kind of stuff, don't ask me, simply look 'em up. Assuming one to be an adult instead of straight up asking them was my mistake. So always be careful with what you share, especially with people you've never seen or met IRL. I'll never know who spread those rumors, or what those screenshots were. And that's okay. I don't even want to know anymore. I just know that this incident helped me take better decisions, to be careful, and grow better as a person, and I'm grateful for them to have taught me this lesson. I'm also learning to not forcefully seek validation by directly asking people for it, gain a more developped self-confidence, and to accept compliments when I do get them. This habit might also have played a factor into why people might not be comfortable around, which is why I'm turning things around. Just trying to keep it safe for everyone involved. Thank you for your time. Happy Pride Month y'all! Stay frosty. ❤️

[husbandohunter]

You want Vitamin F, then let me supply you one;

Genshin boys transform into cats.

A Furry Predicatment [Cat Genshin Impact x Gn!Reader]

♤♡◇♧☆

Synopsis: Venturing to Springvale the boys inhale the fairy dust that turns people into cats, now they must endure the consequences.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): My student just sent me a video of her cat. I think thats a sign anon. This was meant to be written. part 2 here :P

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[Diluc]

The grumpy cat (to no one's surprise) who wears the same iconic frown with the same matching gloomy eyes. He's grumpy about this outcome in particular, plus the fact he can't even voice his frustrations except for meowing noises and the endless craving for raw fish. RAW, how despicable.

The maids were looking for Master Diluc except that he was already there...in your arms. Just like his hair, his fur is the fluffiest as if he were a gigantic ball of hilichurl hair. You would nuzzle your face into it because he just feels so warm!

Absolutely will NOT live like a cat. The uncrowned king of Mondstadt refuses to drink water from a bowl. He cannot eat anything unless you feed him with utensils. NO, no he will not shove his mouth into the plate, its uncultured and unsanitary.

He never though taking baths would be so nerve-wracking (cat instincts). It was terrible, choosing between the feeling of water against his body or licking his paws to clean himself (a much more comfortable choice). This kind of lifestyle was miserable.

~xx~

[Kaeya]

The mischievious cat (oh no) cue pink panther music, he's the Tom with Jerry's brains. Unlike Diluc, Kaeya will ultimately fall into his cat instincts and somehow uses it to his advantage.

You bet he's gonna spy on people. At night he would jump upon the rooftops to peek through Goth Grand Hotel's windows (watching closely at the Fatui), until the Darknight Hero comes in. Diluc knows it's Kaeya, it's rather uncanny how he does it, hence the cat runs away immediately.

The type to lick you upon contact. You think this was a quirk that came with the spell but he was actually doing it on purpose. Usually targets the neck because he could get a reaction out of you (ohoho you're tickilish there eh?)

As he is roaming out on the streets, always manages to escape the dogs. Kaeya knows his way around the city like the back of his hand, he enjoys watching them bark endlessly while he licks his paws in a mocking manner. Until one of them hopped up, now things got tricky. Basically Kaeya gets himself to alot of trouble as a cat, the worst part was when a bunch of kids started to join in too.

~xx~

[Xiao]

The fiesty cat (he was always a fiesty cat) who hisses alot. Even his fur stands up like a porcupine when expressing his distastefulness. The way he meows almost sounds like a low growl, bares his fangs as if he were a thirsty vampire. Will scare alot of people away with his behaviour, even dogs.

But damn he would make a pretty cat. Golden eyes, dark green stripes and teal fur, the purple diamond still tattooed between where his eyebrows once were, it didn't take long for Verr Goldet to realize that was Xiao.

And the worst nightmare of all, while Cat Xiao roams around the city at night he happened to attract alot of other stray cats who lived in the streets. They were very attracted to his beauty, cornering him until there was no where to run, that was the only situation where Xiao was scared enough to run away.

His ears are the most sensitive. He can't help but purr whenever you pet between them. Though if anyone were to grab his tail, the outcome would not be very pleasant...

~xx~

[Albedo]

The curious cat (who does not die) that will appear from every corner, silently, mysteriously as if he teleported. Once Lisa found him between the bookshelves of her Library while seeing a pile of books stacked upon the floor. Before she could shoo him out, she realized that the cat was way too smart to be a mere cat and quickly deciphered that it was the Chief Alchemist.

Of course no one else in Mondstadt knew it was Albedo, they thought you just had a very talented pet. Margaret even decided to put him against Prince to see who's cat was the best. It wasn't even a competition. Catbedo could paint a picture just by using his paws.

But Klee found out eventually (she deserved to know). She would open her drawer, take out her bow and stick them upon his fur. It seems that Albedo can never get a break when it was against his little sister, she will find indulging activities to do without consent.

Astounded by the sheer talent your cat possessed, the Knights of Favonius offered to hire your cat to be trained as a Knight Cat because animals are very good at deciphering clues for investigation. Oh how unaware they were.

[Zhongli]

The type of cat for crazy cat ladies. It's the vibe he gives being an old man ranging to a thousand years. Zhongli is very behaving, very considerate and very calm in his cat form. His favourite activity is to snuggle upon your lap while you quietly read a book.

He is indeed a tall black cat. Has incredible and refined posture and if he were to stand up on his hind legs, he can even reach as far as the kitchen counter! Though he does not like the fact that he sheds so much fur, it leaves a huge mess behind him (in which you had to clean up)

Zhongli decided to venture into Liyue's streets and see what it's like to be a cat. He starts communicating with some of them, speaking his cat language (meow meowmewomewo? meeoooow). Needless to say, the cats had no idea what he was saying.

If there were any cat-related dish he eats, it has to be sushi. Raw sashimis if possible. You worry if the choice was even healthy for a cat but you remembered that he was still a god. He'll be fine, right?

[Childe]

The annoying cat (that you must take care of, remember) whos a little too impulsive for his own good. Childe finds the excitement running through him whenever he spots a mouse, a squirrel or even a bird. One moment he's in your arms, the next he just leapt high into the air and running into the streets.

Adventurous as always. You take him to the pond to get some fresh air. Childe is not afraid of water, at all. He plays a game with the fishes, trying to see how much he can catch in one swipe. You had to keep a close eye on him otherwise he'd fall in and drown.

Loves climbing trees but shortly realizes that he can't get down. You tell him to jump but he feels hesitant so you had to climb up and get him. However, now the two of you were stuck and Zhongli had to get you both down one at a time.

Childe has the prettiest blue eyes as a cat. They were big and bright, almost feminine. But you knew that look was the look of upcoming trouble.

[Venti]

Oh God Barbatos.

Venti can't stop sneezing. His own fur is all over the place and he just couldn't catch a break (or a breath). Every second he will hiss-sneeze, they sounded like dying noises.

You had to get him to Lisa as fast as possible otherwise the death of Barbatos would have been caused by his own self.

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[guardianofrivendell]

Perfect

Fíli & Kíli & fem!reader (platonic, no use of Y/N)

Requested: no 

Warnings: talk about fat-shaming, refusing food, my favorite nickname returning, this is a very self indulgent fic

A/N: I wrote this ficlet because I experienced something similar this week and I had to write something about it to deal with how I felt and what I wished people around me would’ve said to me. Everyone deserves a Fíli and Kíli as their best friend, and I hope this comfort fic can help anyone who needs it. Never forget, you’re perfect the way you are 💚

MASTERLIST

Fíli knocked on your door, the sound of it echoing through the corridor. When there came no answer, he met his brother’s worried eyes. 

“Try again,” Kíli said, “maybe she didn’t hear you the first time.”

Fíli raised his eyebrows in a “you think?” kind of way, but did as his brother suggested and knocked a second time, calling your name as well. Still no answer.

“Here, let me try,” Kíli pushed his brother out of the way, shoving the plate of food they brought in his hands and knocked a couple of times with a lot more force. “It’s us, your two favorite dwarves in the whole mountain! Open the door, mimûna!” (little one)

“Leave me alone!” They could barely hear your muffled voice through the thick wooden door but unfortunately for you, the Durin princes had known you a long time. They immediately noticed something was wrong, your voice was hoarse and missed its usual spark. 

They looked at each other and agreed there was no way they were leaving you like this. Something was wrong and as your friends, they were here for you. Even if you didn’t want them there, they at least had to know you were safe.

“We’re coming in,” Fíli announced before he turned the doorknob and gave the door a firm push. 

They found you sitting on your longchaise looking out the window, huddled in thick woolen blankets and furs. Without saying a word, Fíli placed the plate of food on the window sill and took a seat at the end of the chair, pulling your feet on his lap. Kíli crouched right next to you, feeling your temperature with the back of his hand, surprised to feel you weren’t having a fever. 

“Are you ill?” he asked, taking in your appearance. You didn’t look sick, but your eyes were red and puffy and you hadn’t come out for lunch or dinner that day. You not feeling well would be a logical explanation in his eyes. 

You shook your head. “No, I’m fine.”

Fíli placed his hand on your shin and gave a light squeeze through the blanket. “Don’t take this the wrong way, mimûna, but you don’t look fine.” He then noticed the tissues and the dried-up tear streaks on your cheeks. “Have you been crying?” 

Kíli’s head shot up at his brother’s words, worry etched on his face. “Are you hurt?”

You sniffed and wiped a few more tears out of your eyes, the brother’s worried questions enough to make you emotional again. 

“No-no, I’m okay. Really, it’s nothing, I promise,” you assured them, attempting a smile to back up your lies. You weren’t fine, and the last thing you wanted was to be left alone again but you didn’t want to tell Fíli and Kíli what had happened. 

“We didn’t see you for lunch or dinner, so we brought you a plate,” Kíli said, pointing at the plate on the window sill. It was filled with potatoes, roasted meat and a few vegetables, your appetite usually rivaling that of the two brothers combined. “Don’t worry, we can go for more if it’s not enough.”

You cleared your throat before you buried yourself under your blankets again, pulling your feet off Fíli’s lap in the process. “I’m not hungry.”

Fíli and Kíli shared another look. This was very unlike you, normally you wouldn’t even think about refusing food. They both got to their feet and went to sit on either side of you, each of them throwing an arm over your shoulders. 

“Okay, out with it, little lady,” Fíli urged you to talk. “There’s clearly something wrong and we won’t leave until you tell us.”

You blinked a few times, hesitant to confide in your two best friends. They probably didn’t understand how you felt or would say you had no reason to feel this way. 

Kíli called your name and hugged you with the arm thrown around you. “You know you can trust us, right?”

“I do, I do trust you, it’s just... “ You sighed. “Do you think I’m too big?”

“Well, you are of the race of Men so it’s not unusual for you to be taller than all of us,” Fíli began, not knowing why being taller than them would bother you all of a sudden.

“Although, you and I don’t differ much,” Kíli laughed, patting your head. “You’re not that tall for a human.”

“I’m not talking about my height,” you argued, clutching the blankets a little firmer. “Do you… Do you think I’m fat?” Your voice broke at that damned word, your chin started quivering again. The words of those horrid Dwarrowdams echoed in your mind. 

“What? Where did you get that idea?” Kíli gasped, bolting upright. 

“It doesn’t matter, it won’t happen again because I’m never going back there. Next time I need new dresses, I’ll be sure to go to Dale.”

Fíli quickly realized what had happened. You mentioned before that you needed new dresses and he suspected that the girls at the dressmaker’s weren’t very welcoming to you. He mentally kicked himself, they should’ve come with you.

He placed his free hand on your cheek and turned your head so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. He said your name with a stern voice, before he added, “I don’t know what was said to you, but trust me when I say that you are perfect the way you are. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” you sniffled, “you’re gorgeous and in perfect shape. Yes, Kíli, you too,” you added before the youngest Durin brother could protest, “no one would even think twice to offend you.”

“They had no right to treat you like that,” Kíli spoke, his jaw tense. He knew first-hand how it felt to be mocked and he hated for you to go through the same thing. Fíli nodded, pulling a knife out of his vambrace before he started twirling it. “Who do we need to kill?”

You smiled through your tears, you could always count on them to make you feel better. How could you even think they wouldn’t understand how you felt? They really were your best friends, acting like your older brothers most of the time and you loved them for it. Except for that one time where you were finally approached by the cute vendor in Dale and Fíli and Kíli scared him away. Older brothers indeed.

“Even though the idea is very tempting, you won’t have to kill anyone. I know better than to listen to them but that doesn’t mean their words didn’t hurt me.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with them, mimûna. You are so strong. We know that, you know that and they do too. So they try to hurt you by using your insecurities against you.” Fíli shoved the knife back in its place and stood up from the longchair, holding his hand out for you to help you up. 

“Don’t let them get into your head, it’s what they want. Fíli was right - yes, shocking I know, don’t get used to it - but you are perfect. They only say those horrible things because they can’t deal with how amazing you are. It doesn’t matter what you weigh, what size of clothes you wear or what you eat, it’s what’s in here that counts,” Kíli said, prodding his finger into your chest, “not the package.”

You swung your arms around the brothers and pulled them into a hug. “Since when did you become so wise? Thank you both for making me feel better.”

“Did you hear that, Fee? She called me wise!”

Fíli gave his brother a playful shove. “I believe she meant both of us, nadadith.”

“She clearly meant just me!”

“Did not!”

“Did to!”

As the brothers kept fighting, trying to decide which one of them was the wisest, you tiptoed to the window and grabbed the plate of food, silently thanking your two princes for taking such good care of you. They were idiots at times and they could annoy you to no end, but their hearts were always in the right place. 

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[honeysofte-archieve]

fandom: blood moon

rating: teens and up.

pairing: sergi x male mc.

word count: 1,272.

summary: He yells, shouts from the top of his lungs and breaks things. So many things and by the end of it, his only hand’s knuckles are wet with blood and his lip has been split apart for how hard he’s been biting on it.

this is embarrassing but i actually saw a dream of this fic so naturally i had to write it, lol. i love sergi so this is really self-indulgent skjsks since we don’t get to kiss him in game. :”)

 @barbwritesstuff i hope you don’t mind me playing with your characters a bit if so i will delete this. 🙏

edit: now in ao3!

Sergi loses an arm, an eye and his dignity.

Some would say that it’s a small price to pay for his life but sometimes Sergi just feels like that the other option would have been the easier one. He has no Alpha, no direction in his life and he is <i>tired</i>. So very tired all the time for what the world has done to him and his pack, his family. The only one he has and the only one that matters.

After he is done with being tired, he gets angry. Fucking angrier than he has ever been in his life. He wants to break things, he wants to fight and he wants to kill. The moon is loud, it encourages these things he wants. It tells him to do it. It tells him to go with the moon and be put to down like a rapid dog with no master.

But he resists. He isn’t exactly sure why because he wants to die, as fucked up as it sounds. He doesn’t know how live without an arm or eye. He doesn’t know how to eat with his left hand, sometimes it’s hard for even to piss and it’s the most humiliating that has ever happened to him.

And then, one day he snaps.

He yells, shouts from the top of his lungs and breaks things. So many things and by the end of it, his only hand’s knuckles are wet with blood and his lip has been split apart for how hard he’s been biting on it. The red fluid drips on his chin and he stares at the carnage he has wrought on the furniture in the second floor.

killkillkillkill

The pack is howling at Sergi in his mind, worried and questioning, but he doesn’t answer— doesn’t quite bare to because of how damn ashamed he is.

He swears and sits down on the floor, almost fells down for how unbalanced he is without his other arm so he swears again. And again. And again.

This is how Kenji finds him.

On the floor, crying, angry and devastated and cursing so many words, it’s difficult to fucking breathe.

He hears when Kenji opens and closes the door of the room Sergi is in and walks in, awkwardly hanging back for a long moment before he dares to approach him. The howling of his pack quiets so they probably know that Kenji is with him now. Nikolas probably sent him to check on him. Sergi doesn’t want to be checked. He wants to be alone.

“Hey,” Kenji says, very quietly as if he’s talking to a spooked animal. Perhaps Sergi is one. He certainly feels more like an animal now. His skin is covered in brown fur and his nails are sharp claws.

killkillkillkill

Sergi doesn’t answer so Kenji answer him in with a soft howl.

peacepeacepeacepeace

“Fuck off,” Sergi says instead. Kenji pauses.

“Do you really want me to?” he asks and Sergi sighs.

“No,” he admits. “Sorry,” he adds as an afterthought.

“It’s okay,” Kenji answers, kinder than Sergi deserves. “How are you?”

“How do you fucking think?”

Kenji doesn’t say anything but Sergi can hear him finally closing the distance between them and walking beside him. Kenji sits down next to him. They are quiet. Together but quiet.

peacepeacepeacepeace

Kenji keeps howling and the others join in and bit by bit, Sergi starts to calm down from his rage. His panting stops and his claws retreat back to normal nails. Kenji doesn’t touch him though he clearly wants to, Sergi can almost feel it.

For the first time Sergi turns to look at him.

Kenji is holding a red emergency kit on his hands, toying with the zipper between his long fingers. His black hair is a mess and his eyes behind his eye glasses are blue and tired. He clearly doesn’t know what to say. Sergi doesn’t either though he wants to.

“What are you doing here?” Sergi ends up asking in the end.

“I was worried,” Kenji answers. He takes care to say <i>I</i> and not <i>we</i>, like he wants Sergi to know that Kenji, spesifically, is worried and came here from his own free will.

Sergi doesn’t say anything, doesn’t quite know what to reply to that.

“You look a little rough,” Kenji says and Sergi finds himself chuckling.

“A little?” he asks and rolls his eyes. “I feel like shit.”

Kenji smiles, a tiny little thing. It’s a nice smile, it fits him. Sergi has always thought so. “You said it, not me.”

“Mm.”

“I could bandage your hand,” Kenji says then. It sounds like a question. “If you want.”

It’s unnecessary— werewolves heal fast so for a moment Sergi considers declining the offer but then he thinks <i>why the fuck not</i> and nods silently. Kenji looks impossibly surprised by this, eyes slightly wider, but recovers quickly and starts opening up med kit and pulling out a bandages, a disinfectant and cotton pads.

Then he takes Sergi’s only hand into his own, touch so gentle and kind it’s barely there at all. He opens the bottle of disinfectant and pours it into a a cotton pad and starts tapping  the liquid into Sergi’s bloody and bruised knuckles.

“Is this okay?” Kenji asks after a moment and lifts his head to look at Sergi who nods.

“Yeah,” Sergi rasps out, his voice a mess of feelings he can’t identify.

After Kenji is done cleaning off the blood, he starts bandaging the wound. There’s something tender in the gesture ans Sergi recognises for what it is. He’s not completely oblivious, he has been aware of Kenji’s feeling for a while. It’s impossible to miss how his breath catches when Sergi is near or how he comes up with excuses to touch him. Less so after the accident, this might actually be the first time someone has touched Sergi after it happened and he has welcomed it.

It’s nice, Sergi thinks. It’s nice to feel something gentle after a messy few days. He keeps staring down at Kenji, marvelling him and how he’s not afraid to take care of a fucked up cripple.

After Kenji is done he turns to look at Sergi with a small smile and Sergi does something he hasn’t done in a long, long while.

It’s a short and small kiss but he presses it to Kenji’s soft lips and doesn’t regret it. There’s still blood on his lips and Kenji’s breath catches the moment they touch. For a moment he’s still before he starts kissing Sergi back hesitantly. Sergi cups Kenji’s cheek onto his palm and strokes his skin with his thumb. Kenji sighs.

It’s nice, Sergi thinks again. Really nice.

The kiss stays tame, neither of them changing its course to something more urgent or wilder and that’s okay. Sergi doesn’t think he would be up for it, anyway, he still feels raw and a little broken, and Kenji seems to sense that even without howling.

When they break apart, Sergi smiles. “That was nice,” he says. Kenji’s answering smile is like the sun.

There’s a cute blush on his cheeks. “Yeah, it was.”

“Do you want to do it again sometime?”

“Hm,” Kenji pretends to consider it, “I guess I could be persuaded. But only if you promise not hurt yourself like this again.”

Sergi sighs deeply. He’s tired of his life but, “Can’t really promise anything… But I’ll try. For you.”

For him, Sergi thinks and smiles fondly at Kenji. I will try.

#blood moon #blood moon if #blood moon mc #blood moon sergi #sergi x mc #fanfic #*my writing

[mrsjadecurtiss]

What do you think of Robert? What are your opinions on him, do you think that if the war never happened that he'd still go down this self destructive path?

I think Robert was fundamentally not made to be a king - He has the charisma and the looks and is an able warrior, but his negative character traits are indulged and enhanced by his position and led him down an almost unavoidable path.

Robert is someone who above all wants to enjoy and live an easy life:

"You need to come south," Robert told him. "You need a taste of summer before it flees. [...] Flowers everywhere, the markets bursting with food, the summerwines so cheap and so good that you can get drunk just breathing the air. Everyone is fat and drunk and rich." He laughed and slapped his own ample stomach a thump. "And the girls, Ned!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. "I swear, women lose all modesty in the heat.[...]" The king laughed happily. Robert Baratheon had always been a man of huge appetites, a man who knew how to take his pleasures. - Eddard I, aGoT

"Robert wanted smiles and cheers, always, so he went where he found them, to his friends and his whores. Robert wanted to be loved." - Sansa IV, aCoK

He has just enough of a moral understanding to at least know when he is doing wrong and to even feel bad about it at times, but not enough to actually change anything about himself.

The rage was gone from him now; in his eyes Ned saw something sad and scared. "I should not have hit [Cersei]. That was not … that was not kingly." He stared down at his hands, as if he did not quite know what they were. - Eddard X, aGoT

Robert desires to have an easy life, he wants to be loved, he wants to have fun, but he does not want to deal with the hard and unpleasant things. In times of crisis, he wants to take the easy way out, and he prefers to avoid uncomfortable truths.

Lord Tywin stared at him as if he had lost his wits. "[...] When I laid those bodies before the throne, no man could doubt that we had forsaken House Targaryen forever. And Robert's relief was palpable. As stupid as he was, even he knew that Rhaegar's children had to die if his throne was ever to be secure. Yet he saw himself as a hero, and heroes do not kill children." - Tyrion VI, aSoS

"Well, now I know Jaime's dark sin, and the matter can be forgotten. I am heartily sick of secrets and squabbles and matters of state, Ned." - Eddard II, aGoT

"Most likely the king did not know," Littlefinger said. "It would not be the first time. Our good Robert is practiced at closing his eyes to things he would rather not see." - Eddard IV, aGoT

He feels most comfortable when he is surrounded by people who love him and know how to handle him/want the best for him, and steer him onto the right path in a way where he can still feel good about himself.

"These are difficult times. I need good men about me. Men like Jon Arryn. He served as Lord of the Eyrie, as Warden of the East, as the Hand of the King. He will not be easy to replace." - Eddard I, aGoT

In an environment that works against him, or goes against his wishes even if it is for the better, it creates a destructive energy in him. He cannot stand dissent to his wishes because it robs him of a pleasure he desires, and creates unwanted conflict. He also cannot handle constructive criticism because it makes him confront unpleasant truths - he always wants the easiest path with the least tension. If he is presented with a situation that strains his limits as there is no amiable solution to a difficult/disturbing problem, his reaction is a toxic one; turning to rage and violence even towards his own child.

Not for the first time, he wondered what he was doing here and why he had come. He was no Jon Arryn, to curb the wildness of his king and teach him wisdom. Robert would do what he pleased, as he always had, and nothing Ned could say or do would change that. - Eddard II, aGoT

He may act against what he knows is right, because it is the easiest route; like when he has the wolf Lady killed to please Cersei:

“A costly pelt,” Robert grumbled. “I want no part of this, woman. You can damn well buy your furs with Lannister gold.” [...] "We have a wolf," Cersei Lannister said. Her voice was very quiet, but her green eyes shone with triumph. It took them all a moment to comprehend her words, but when they did, the king shrugged irritably. "As you will. Have Ser Ilyn see to it." - “Robert, you cannot mean this,” Ned protested. The king was in no mood for more argument. “Enough, Ned, I will hear no more." - Eddard III, aGoT

"I am sorry for your girl, Ned. Truly. About the wolf, I mean. My son was lying, I'd stake my soul on it." - Eddard VII, aGoT

And when Ned reprimands him about Daenerys he will not hear dissent, even though he knows deep down that it is wrong:

He gave the king a long cool look. “Would [the man who spared Barristan] were here today.” Robert had shame enough to blush. “It was not the same,” he complained. “Ser Barristan was a knight of the Kingsguard.” - “Whereas Daenerys is a fourteen-year-old girl.”

[...] “Not another word. Have you forgotten who is king here?” - “No, Your Grace,” Ned replied. “Have you?” - “Enough!” the king bellowed. “I am sick of talk. I’ll be done with this, or be damned."

[...] “I will not be part of murder, Robert. Do as you will, but do not ask me to fix my seal to  it.” For a moment Robert did not seem to understand what Ned was saying. Defiance was not a dish he tasted often. Slowly his face changed as comprehension came. [...] “You are the King’s Hand, Lord Stark. You will do as I command you, or I’ll find me a Hand who will.” - “I wish him every success.” Ned [...] laid [his badge of office] on the table in front of the king, saddened by the memory of the man who had pinned it on him, the friend he had loved. “I thought you a better man than this, Robert. I thought we had made a nobler king.” Robert’s face was purple. “Out,” he croaked, choking on his rage. “[...] Go, run back to Winterfell. And make certain I never look on your face again, or I swear, I’ll have your head on a spike!” - Eddard VIII, aGoT

“Gods have mercy,” he muttered, swallowing his agony. “The girl. Daenerys. Only a child, you were right . . . that’s why, the girl . . . the gods sent the boar . . . sent to punish me . . .” - Eddard XIII, aGoT

Robert is a man who always wants it easy, he wants his demands to always be fulfilled, to be loved and have fun without dealing with the bad things; but an important theme that is repeated over and over in asoiaf is that you can only act good if you are willing to face the bad that may come with it, and if you cannot live with the consequences, your action might not be justified.*

Bran thought about it. "Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?" - "That is the only time a man can be brave." - Bran I, aGoT

"Sacrifice . . . is never easy, Davos. Or it is no true sacrifice." - Davos VI, aSoS

"The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die." - Bran I, aGoT

Ned stood, gently disengaging himself from Sansa's grasp. All the weariness of the past four days had returned to him. "Do it yourself then, Robert," he said in a voice cold and sharp as steel. "At least have the courage to do it yourself." - Robert looked at Ned with flat, dead eyes and left without a word, his footsteps heavy as lead. Silence filled the hall. - Eddard III, aGoT

This is why putting him on the throne was poison - all the power in the world, and noone who would dare go against his wishes. It indulges all of Robert's worst traits, and buries anything he had inside him that was salvageable.

Ser Barristan Selmy spoke up. "Your Grace," he said, "it is not seemly that the king should ride into the melee. It would not be a fair contest. Who would dare strike you?" - "Ser Barristan is right. There's not a man in the Seven Kingdoms who would dare risk your displeasure by hurting you." - Eddard VII, aGoT

I am surrounded by flatterers and fools, the king had insisted. Ned looked down the council table and wondered which were the flatterers and which the fools. He thought he knew already. - Eddard IV, aGoT

And Robert knows it - he knows being a king isn't for him, that he doesn't enjoy the actual work that goes into governing, that he doesn't have the personality for such politics or to deal with the people involved, and that he would much rather spend his time enjoying life and doing what he loves...

"Look at what kinging has done to me. Gods, too fat for my armor, how did it ever come to this? [...] I swear to you, I was never so alive as when I was winning this throne, or so dead as now that I’ve won it." - Eddard VII, aGoT

"I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one. Laws are a tedious business and counting coppers is worse. And the people … there is no end of them. I sit on that damnable iron chair and listen to them complain until my mind is numb and my ass is raw. They all want something, money or land or justice. The lies they tell … and my lords and ladies are no better. I am surrounded by flatterers and fools. It can drive a man to madness, Ned. Half of them don't dare tell me the truth, and the other half can't find it. There are nights I wish we had lost at the Trident. Ah, no, not truly, but …" - Eddard I, aGoT

Robert groaned with good-humored impatience. "If I wanted to honor you, I'd let you retire. I am planning to make you run the kingdom and fight the wars while I eat and drink and wench myself into an early grave." - Eddard I, aGoT

"Let me tell you a secret, Ned. More than once, I have dreamed of giving up the crown. Take ship for the Free Cities with my horse and my hammer, spend my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for. The sellsword king, how the singers would love me." - Eddard VII, aGoT

And yet he doesn't do anything about it and keeps staying at the position he hates - he does not want to deal with the uncomfortable consequences that would come with upsetting the status quo, or making changes to his own personality and going through growth, or confronting ugly truths about himself in a productive way, etc etc.

He does make a talk of changes at times during aGoT, and seems to have a sense of responsibility about his Job, but as it is his desire for changes came too late, and what responsibility he felt mostly served to paralyze him in place.

"The sellsword king, how the singers would love me. You know what stops me? The thought of Joffrey on the throne, with Cersei standing behind him whispering in his ear. My son. How could I have made a son like that, Ned?" - Eddard VII, aGoT

"I'm still young, and now that you're here with me, things will be different. We'll make this a reign to sing of, and damn the Lannisters to seven hells." - Eddard VII, aGoT

In a way Joffrey is to Robert what Ramsay is to Roose: an exploration of the inherent flaw in their way of life, demonstrated in the most extreme case. In Joffrey's case, it shows what happens to give someone unlimited power with noone daring to oppose them.

Do you think that if the war never happened that he'd still go down this self destructive path?

It's a little unclear which war you mean, so I will briefly touch on several points:

There could have been ideal circumstances where he might have worked out as a king, if he was surrounded by people who know the perfect way to deal with him and make him work past his flaws (intuitively doing the work of a modern therapist), but the average life is not ideal and grrm shows the realistic fate of a man like Robert.

I think by the time Ned arrived it was sadly too late to change - maybe if the Lannisters didn't exist, or this or that event hadn't happened, but Grrm shows that most of what lead to Robert's downfall was in the end caused by himself. Cersei kills him because she came to despise the man he was, and for good reason as he abused her during all her marriage - and while he has some scenes of feeling bad or even apologizing for it, he never made any attempts to actually change the terrible way he was treating her.

If Robert's Rebellion never happened, he would have probably made an able enough Lord of Storm's End; delegating his "boring" administrative duties to his advisors and maester, enjoying the privileges of highborn life, and having just enough responsibility to feel like the alpha male of his society yet not enough to do as lasting damage as he did for the throne. He would not have been the best Lord, but sadly there are many worse in Westeros, since the entire dynastic ruling system is inherently flawed. If he would have been a better person depends on who he is surrounded with, if circumstances would have motivated him to change, or if perhaps his position of power and outward influences would still just have indulged him into the man he was in aGoT. Ultimately, there are a lot of butterfly effects leading to different results that i’m sure have been explored in many fics.

"Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature." - Eddard IX, aGoT

This was the boy he had grown up with, he thought; this was the Robert Baratheon he'd known and loved. If he could prove that the Lannisters were behind the attack on Bran, prove that they had murdered Jon Arryn, this man would listen. Then Cersei would fall, and the Kingslayer with her, and if Lord Tywin dared to rouse the west, Robert would smash him as he had smashed Rhaegar Targaryen on the Trident. He could see it all so clearly. - Eddard VII, aGoT    

What do you think of Robert?

Since i am someone who frequently enjoys morally grey and villainous characters, despite his many negative traits i have a fondness of Robert; I think he is an interesting character and very human in his flaws, and there is a lot of melancholy to his story that makes me somber about him even if it obviously does not excuse his bad actions. I also think he has a great character design that's fun to draw and some fun boisterous scenes, and some of his positive qualities remind me of people i know.

*Stannis is an interesting character as Robert’s brother, as he is the opposite to him in this regard, as well as in many aspects of their personality and even their outward presentation (like how Stannis crops his beard short to contrast Robert’s wild one)

#asoiaf #robert baratheon #asoiaf meta #my posts #asks #anonymous #of course this is not an extensive analysis and there are more facettes to his character #these are the ones i focused on for this ask as they came to my mind when i reread his scenes #he kinda reminds me of roose in places lol might be why it inspired me to analyze him #Anonymous

[bowiebond]

A Preview to my Winged!Sam & Wolf!Bucky AU fic…

(with a dash of prince!Sam, T’Challa & Bucky being siblings™️ and SarChalla cause I’m self indulgent)

Sam glared down the hill as his feathers ruffled in the wind, shifting them to tuck them in closer to his back.

“That’s a harsh mile long stare, big bro. What’s plucking your feathers?” Sarah mused as she stood beside him, her own wings giving a shiver and shake against the breeze, morning sunrise orange and yellow feathers vivid and warm under the sunset behind them.

“Nothing,” Sam grunted as he uncrossed his arms to appear less peeved. Sarah gave him a knowing look, the tip of her wing caressing his tightly bunched ones. A dark red to stark white ombré wing smacked back at hers as he huffed, but loosened up enough to brush against the green grass.

“Come on. I’m all ears.” Sarah assured and Sam laughed softly.

“Miss Chatterbox, all ears, huh…” Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m just… admiring the view.” Sam shrugged and Sarah followed Sam’s gaze over to the two men across the field. She squinted — Sam had always had sharper eyesight then her, the lucky bastard — and quirked a brow.

“How long have they been going at it?” Sarah queried, sounding a little judgemental and Sam chuckled.

“An hour. Two maybe?” Sam spread his wings apart so fast it made Sarah jump. She glared.

“You gonna tell them to scram?”

“I’m gonna get a closer look.” Sam said without a hint of shame and launched into the air and made the distance in mere seconds before he was landing down on the soil. The grassy slope cut off into a fresh expanse of dark earth and Sam made sure to keep the white ends of his feathers up from the dirt. Fresh soil was hell to get out of such a bright white!

“Boys,” Sam greeted as T’Challa shoved Bucky into the dirt, perky white furred ears stained as dark as Bucky’s hair. T’Challa’s black, rounded panther ears flicked about in a miffed gesture even as he smiled. The man was patient, but he did not enjoy having his ‘play time’ cut off, it seemed.

“Sam!” Bucky grinned as he saw the man, ears flipped up and down against his head like the flapping of wings in his excitement. A habit he picked up after so many brief encounters with Sam.

“Your majesty,” Sam nodded in greeting to T’Challa who gave a small purr of acknowledgment, his claws on display.

“Samuel,” Sam quirked a brow and T’Challa tucked his claws away behind his back politely. Ever the diplomat.

“Bucky, yes, that’s me, I’m great, how are you guys?” Bucky drawled and scrambled back onto his feet to punch T’Challa’s shoulder for the last body slam. The prince scowled lightly and rubbed the offended area once Bucky turned his grin away from him, onto Sam.

“How long you been watching us, your highness?” Bucky’s thick tail, matted with damp dirt, swung side to side as he stood at attention under Sam’s gaze. Sam preened internally, wings puffing up to make himself appear slightly larger.

“Watching wouldn’t be the right term. More… glancing by. You realise you’re in our territory, right?” T’Challa had the nerve to look scolded, sleek black tail curling around his own waist.

“I apologise. My father does not appreciate our… roughhousing, where others may see us.” T’Challa bowed his head in apology.

“His dad doesn’t like the subjects knowing Challa’s a dirty cheat and beats on poor wolves.” Bucky scoffed.

“I do not cheat—“

“You do so!” Bucky huffed and cross his arms, the left arms black and gold vibranium on display. Sam resisted to urge to touch it; he would not give into the stereotype of birds loving shiny things. Even if he did. Greatly. If his mother wasn’t so fond of his natural wings and he himself so fond of the sky above, he’d decorate them until they were so heavy he could barely lift off.

“So you will both just return home covered in dirt. How very… prestigious, of you both.” Sam grinned.

“Uh, well… I didn’t think that far ahead.” Bucky flushed a delicate pink in his embarrassment, scratching the back of his head as his ears flicked about nervously.

“Neither did I.” T’Challa admitted, sounding just as embarrassed even if he hid it better.

“You can both take a dive in the stream before you head back if you want. Just don’t let anybody catch you. You know you’re not supposed to be on this side without royal decree.” Sam warned.

“Couldn’t you just say a little old royal decree for us now?”

“That’s not how that works, Buck,” Sam chuckled.

“Darn, what a shame. At least you’re royally pretty, angel,” Bucky battered his lashes with a flirtatious grin and T’Challa had to step in before Sam even opened his mouth to shoot right back and make him malfunction.

“We should bathe and head home. It is getting late, James. Your highness,” T’Challa nodded respectfully to Sam with a small smile. Sam closed his mouth and returned it with a polite smile of his own.

“Oh, okay, uh, bye Sam! I mean, prince Sam — your highness,” Bucky gave a wave over his shoulder as T’Challa steered him further away from Sam and Sam’s wings curled around his shoulders as he smiled.

He felt the presences of his sister behind him moments later and turned to her. She was grinning.

“And they are your…?”

“Acquaintances.”

“A cat. And a wolf?” Sarah filled in herself and Sam rolled his eyes.

“A panther. He’s the son of King T’Chaka. Prince of Wakanda, our neighbouring kingdom.” Sam shrugged. “He’s nice.”

“And the wolf? He’s got a pretty cool arm, but we don’t have any wolves around here, Sam.”

“He’s a refugee. He’s living with the royal family.”

“A wolf living with the Black Panthers? How did he score that kind of deal?” Sarah sounded shocked. Sam shrugged once more.

“A friend of Bucky’s — a lion named Steve from across the way over in Avengers Kingdom — apparently had some connections. Helped out the royal family a while back so T’Chaka agreed to take him in when he wasn’t coping well with the integrated community.”

“We haven’t visited the Avengers Kingdom in ages. I don’t know how all those different species get along in such a tightly packed place.” Sarah sighed. “And there’s barely any flying ranges.”

“It’s where people go to make money.” Sam rationalised. “Lots of job opportunities there for all kinds of people.”

“You know, you seem to know a lot about these guys,” Sarah narrowed her eyes at Sam. “You met them a few times, huh?”

“A couple times. Bucky wanders and T’Challa keeps an eye on him.” Sam joked.

“Ah, a lost kitten.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that,” Sam laughed. “He’s still got a few years before he takes the throne. Let him have his fun with his new peculiar friend.”

“His wolf friend. What is up with that arm, seriously. It’s so shiny,” Sarah acted too mature to pout, but Sam could tell she wanted to.

“It is, ain’t it?” Sam chuckled. “Bucky told me it’s a prothetic. Lost his arm in a war zone.” Sam frowned. “He doesn’t talk about it much.”

“You’re so tense, Sam!” Sarah tutted. “You like the doggy or something?” She teased.

“What? No!”

“Oh my god. You do, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” He hissed and she cackled.

“That’s cute. He’s cute. You should go for it.” Sarah encouraged and Sam’s wings wrapped around himself in a comforting gesture as he sighed.

“I can’t. I gotta marry another bird here or make an alliance, you know that.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun before you do, though.” Sarah nudged him softly with her wing before curling it around her brother. “Live a little. You’re twenty one. You got plenty of time to have some fun, learn about what makes you happy,”

“…I do deserve to have a little fun. Just a little.” Sam caved and Sarah beamed.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Sarah smacked his shoulder playfully. “While you’re at it, send the cat my way. He’s a cutie,”

“I don’t know if he’s ready for you, lil’ Sarah,” Sam joked and Sarah winked.

“Doesn’t hurt to test my luck.”

Sam laughed and wondered when he’d see Bucky again. And his very shiny arm.

#marvel #mcu #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #T’Challa #Sarah wilson #tfatws #wings au #hybrid au #fanficton #sambucky fic

[spitfire-of-the-sea]

Sand Under Your Feet

Really gotten into One Piece again and stuck in denial, because it’s been 10 years AND I’M STILL NOT OVER MARINEFORD. It’s just not okay to kill Ace off like that TT_TT I won’t accept it. At the very least, I’ll keep denying that reality and substitute my own. So I’ve started to write a bit, about how he set out on his journey, started forming the Spades Pirates and how his story got along... and how maybe he could have been saved. And I shamelessly inserted a character in there, because fluff and romance and self-indulgence. :D Sorrynotsorry. Her name is Saki - I couldn’t think of a better one - and I hope she won’t be too much of a Mary Sue, but I want her to be badass and on par with Luffy’s “wings” at some point. Why shouldn’t Ace have that kind of support, too? Boy deserves some love. I figured, maybe somebody else enjoys my writing maybe; I’m not a native speaker, so there might be some awkward phrases in there and I have no beta reader. But still, I wanna give it a shot. And I desperately need somebody to show me how to format stuff here... o_o

Sooo... here we go!

Saki watched with a grin as Ace and Kotatsu were chasing each other across the beach, laughter and roars filling the air. She took off her sandals and tied them to her backpack before following at a slower pace, enjoying the feeling of the hot sand under her feet and the waves washing over her toes. Deuce fell into step next to her, and chuckled to himself. “Like little kids.” “Look at them go – who knew Kotatsu could jump that far?” She grinned and stopped to collect a glimmering pink shell that had caught her eye. “Well, the other day when I dropped a box on deck by accident he jumped twice that far,” Deuce said, rubbing the back of his head. “He scares easily.” “Who knows what they did to him before we found him? He’ll grow more confident, he already is. Just look at him, not even hesitating to pounce.” The giant lynx had managed to land on Ace, standing on his shoulders with a precarious wobble and the young man kept running. “Yeah, but it’s Ace. Of course he’s not afraid of him,” Deuce pointed out and looked back towards their ship. “Are the others coming?” Saki cast a glance over her shoulder. “Mihar said it was too hot for him, he’d rather watch over the ship and read and Banshee said she’d stay, too. But Saber shouldn’t be too far behind, I think?” Her question was answered when a figure stepped onto the railing of their ship, waved at them excitedly and then jumped down into the sea with a big whoop. “Come on! You’re so slow!” Ace yelled at them from afar. Kotatsu was still perched on his shoulders, gazing out over the island, as Ace waved his arms to hurry them up. “Jeez, it’s not a race, Ace!” Deuce yelled back and rolled his eyes. “If it were, you’d lose!” Saki yelled back and Deuce rolled his eyes again. “Don’t goad him, he’s hyper enough as is.” She grinned at her companion as Ace came jogging towards them with big steps and already dropped her backpack to the ground in preparation. “What’d you say?!” Ace demanded to know as he reached them, hands in his hips, as he looked down on her. She could see the twinkle in his eyes and barely suppressed her laughter, her chest vibrating quietly as she adjusted her clothes in preparation. “I said,” she drawled, straightening herself and raising her chin defiantly as she locked eyes with him, “you’d lose if you tried to race me. You’d lose to both me and Kotatsu.” And then, as icing on the cake, she added: “Captain.” “Sakiiiiii,” Deuce whined and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew exactly where this was going. “Is that so?!” Ace said and used his height to tower over her. She remained unfazed. He tried that so often, it had lost all effect on her. Kotatsu looked from one to the other and finally jumped down from his perch, paws already slipping. Saki reached out a hand to pet the lynx and the animal leaned into it as she rubbed his brow affectionately. His fur was already heated from the sun and so nice and soft below her fingers. “Jup,” she simply replied happily and watched him strip out of his shirt and throw it to Deuce, who caught it with a sigh. “You ready to follow those big words with some action?” Ace asked and probably didn’t even realize fire had started to lick over his shoulders and arms as he fixed her with a stare that anybody who didn’t know him would have thought to be menacing. Both Deuce and Saki knew he was getting fired up now, unable to resist any sort of challenge. “If I win, that hat of yours is mine for the day.” She put her hands in her hips, mimicking him. Sure, having to look up at him was detrimental to the whole intimidation tactic, but you had to work with what you got. “And from now on you have to warm my feet if they get cold!” “If? Rather when… you always have cold feet,” Deuce interjected. He was as often the target of her attempts to get them warmed up as Ace was. “Without protest!” Saki added with a side-glance at the first mate. Ace looked surprised for a moment, then he grabbed his hat and threw that at Deuce, too, who caught it deftly from the air. “Fine. If I win, though, you have to make me breakfast and serve it to me. In bed. No complaints! Not half-assing it either, you need to go full out!” Foreseeable, really. He always chose something food-related and since the one time Saki’d felt gracious and made them all an absolutely deliicous breakfast he missed no chance to try and get her to do it again. Squinting up at him, Saki contemplated. She was fairly sure she was quicker than him, but not absolutely. Then again, she didn’t hate making breakfast as much as any other meal, and it was an appealing notion, having her personal foot-warmer. After a moment, she offered him her hand and Ace clasped it, shaking it once. “Deuce, you’ll be the judge! Whoever reaches that palm tree over there first wins!” Ace said and started to stretch his muscles. Saki eyed him for a moment and cracked her knuckles, and drew a line in the sand with her feet. Kotatsu watched her, ears perked and tail whipping. “You wanna join, Kotatsu? I’ll share our Captain with you if you want!” The lynx mewed happily and jumped to stand beside her. “Oi! Don’t act as if you can lend me to somebody else! You haven’t won yet!” Ace was quick to exclaim. Deuce didn’t miss out on the fact that their captain didn’t have to seem a problem with her offering him up like a hot-water bottle per se, only with her doing so already now. Shaking his head, watched them get into position. “Ace?” Saki asked and got down into her starting position. Ace and Kotatsu joined her, ready to start and Deuce moved to stand next to them and count down for their start. “You’ve got no chance!” she said when Ace shifted to look at her and suddenly took off in an explosion of movement. All three of those left behind looked after her in stunned silence for a moment, then Ace pushed off and started after her. “You’re cheating!” he yelled, eyes fixed on her lithe form just a few meters in front of him. He could hear her laughter and quickened his steps as much as he could, drawing closer. “Pirate!” she yelled back without looking back and jumped over a big stone that was in her path. Ace followed not a moment later.She could feel him drawing closer and saw him reach out from the corner of her eyes – she barely shifted out of his reach before he could grab her top and giggled. Kotatsu appeared next to her, ears flattened against his skull and tail rotating to keep his balance with each of his big lunches. The big cat whooshed past them in big leaps and she was distracted for a moment. She felt Ace’s fingers on her back, just grazing her ever so lightly, and doubled her efforts. She was so close…! Kotatsu reached the palm tree and skidded to a stop, turning to look at them expectedly. Just a few more steps! Ace was close, she could see him just behind her and took the last bit of distance in one big leap, landing in the sand with a thud.Ace came to a halt only a few meters past her, breathing heavily and turning around to glare at her. Saki flopped onto her back, laughing breathlessly, sand stuck to her skin everywhere, and looked up at him, flashing him a bright grin. “See?” She gasped for air in between. “All that brawn is useless against me.” Kotatsu dropped down next to her, licking the palm of her hand with his rogue tongue. She didn’t flinch back, even if it felt like sand-paper rubbing over her skin, it had taken him so long until he dared doing that. Ace stepped closer, standing over her and glaring. “That wasn’t very fair.” “You have longer legs, that’s also not fair!” she replied and did nothing to wipe away the grin from her face. “Kotatsu and I both reached the aim before you. So… you lost! Now, own up to it!” She faltered when she saw the insidious smile he suddenly wore. Before she had time to contemplate what all that was about, he’d picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. The woman yelped in surprise and wriggled around to free herself, but his hands were firmly clasping one thigh and her back and she could barely manage to move. “Ace! Put me down! Ace! What are you doing?!” She struggled and hammered a fist against his back. She might as well have punched a rock, he very clearly didn’t even care a little. “Just showing you what my brawn can do,” he said evenly. “You shouldn’t underestimate your captain.” Spotting the vast approaching sea from her awkward position it dawned on her what he wanted to do and she quickly tried to shift around so she could free herself, but his grip only got firmer. She’d never manage to get out of it, he was way too strong and determined. “Ace, I swear to you…!” she shrieked and tried to think of a way out feverishly. She saw the waves licking at his feet as he waded into the water and quickly came to the conclusion that there was but one way. There was no chance to avoid her watery fate, but there was one thing she could do. “Time for a swim, Saki,” he sang and with no further ado she felt herself lifted from his shoulder and flung out towards the water.She had barely enough time to lock her arms around his neck and hook one leg around his waist. The momentum of his throw and her unexpected change in position were enough to make him topple over after her and they both landed in the water with a big splash.For a moment his weight on her squeezed her down, but then he managed to catch his weight on arms and knees and pushed up, gasping for air. She came up together with him, still clinging to him like a monkey and drew in a greedy breath of air. “Why, you…!” he huffed and she felt his body shaking as he tried to keep upright, the seawater covering him almost completely and washing his strength away. Quickly she let go of him, put a shoulder under his arm and pushed to make them both stand up. He leaned on her heavily for a moment before the water drained away from him and the sea released its grasp on him. They stood there for a moment, completely drenched, and fought for air and then both of them started to laugh. “Just so you don’t underestimate me either, Captain,” Saki said and stuck her tongue out at him. “I’d never,” he replied, laughing and squeezed her against him affectionately before he let go and walked towards the beach. When the water was only knee-high anymore, he stopped to look back at her. “You two are worse than kids…” Deuce had reached them by now, his arms full with their clothes and bags. He didn’t do more than sigh when Saki’s wet top landed on his head.She’d stripped it off and thrown it at him, staying in her bikini and shorts, and let herself fall back into the waves. The feeling of the water lifting you up with each wave, the salt on her lips… she just loved it! After a few moments of enjoyment, she swam back towards where Ace was still standing and grabbed the hand he offered to pull her in and help her stand up. “Don’t you miss it?” she asked him, looking out over the sea. “Just diving in? Letting the waves carry you?” “I do,” he answered and started to move back to the beach, stepping out of the water. “But I’ve gained something even better.” The grin on his face was blinding as he looked from her to Deuce and then further to their ship.

#one piece fluff #ace one piece #portgas d. ace #ace d portgas #original character #ace x oc #spade pirates #spade pirates saki

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Inspired by a conversation with @theimpossiblescheme​, have some purely self indulgent demelonzostrap fluff with just a touch of Munkustrap angst. 

Munkustrap crept carefully into his little den, conscious of the dreadfully late hour and the suffocating silence of the dark, cramped space. Another day nearly over with the next morning fast on its heels, mostly uneventful, seemingly gone so quickly that he'd hardly processed the hours ticking by at all. Why did it always seem as though there was never enough time? And hadn't he promised that he would have been sleeping by now? That he was going to, at least, be home at a reasonable time tonight?

So much for that.

The persistent twinge of exhaustion stung behind the tom's eyes, dry and burning, and was soon to settle itself into the usual headache. Unpleasant, but he was used to it. It always came about around this time - not much he could do. All he really needed, he mused, was to curl away and sleep for a day or two, but he stubbornly pushed the thought down, and instead pacified himself with the knowledge that an undisturbed few hours were better than nothing; that it was good enough. That was at least one thing of benefit in the wee hours of the morning - Munkustrap could hold the tentative hope that the world could turn without him. That no one expected anything of him until the sun rose. That he could trust his other protectors to pick up the slack he left behind.

Whether that was enough to get him to actually sleep was another story entirely. He was still getting used to the idea in practice, after all.

Munkustrap paused momentarily before the cloth separating his bed from the rest of the space. He willed for his mind to settle and calm a moment - "leaving his troubles at the door," as Jenny would say - before pushing through, taking another second to allow his eyes to adjust to the even dimmer light.

The first thing he noticed was Demeter curled on her side in the middle of the blanket, fast asleep. A moment more, and he could make out the lap her cheek was pressed against, attached to the profile of a very much awake Alonzo, sitting hunched above her. From the preliminary glance, the other tom looked to be deep in thought, staring off into space somewhere and absentmindedly petting Demeter's shoulder. 

Speaking of things he was still getting used to. A wholly welcome thing, this one, but it still managed to catch him by surprise.

It was always a treat, Munkustrap thought briefly, to catch the two cats at their most relaxed, seeing how gentle Alonzo could be behind closed doors, how happily Demeter could sing to herself when she thought no one could hear her. How the two of them could just...exist beyond any pre-weighted notion of behaviour or assumption.

There was something very humbling about it. 

When Munkustrap took a cautious step forward, letting the cloth fall behind him, Alonzo's ears and tail perked up, suddenly motionless and on full alert. When he sharply turned his head towards the other tom, there was a reflection of something…unfamiliar in his eyes. An instinct flared to life at the sight, Munkustrap feeling his stomach sink at having been "caught" (in his own den, no less). But before he crouched too far on the defense, feeling his fur bristle through no control of his own, he stopped to remind himself where he was and who was in front of him. 

It felt like forever, but the tense stare-down was over in seconds. Munkustrap saw Alonzo's eyes flash with recognition and his posture immediately relaxed.

"Hey." Simple as it was, the greeting was low and warm, sending a soft tingle down Munkustrap's spine. "All through?" 

The silver tabby hummed affirmatively. "Socrates took over. I decided to take one last loop around - thought I ran into something concerning, but I figured it out."

Alonzo continued to study his face in the low light, absorbing the information given, expression unreadable. Munkustrap resisted the urge to hold his breath as he was scrutinized.

"You smell weird," Alonzo finally murmured, lowering his tail. "Almost didn't recognize you. You been rolling around in the dirt?"

Munkustrap left the observation and not-quite-question (playful or serious he couldn't quite tell) alone, smoothing the fur on his neck back down. "What were you doing?" he whispered instead, mindful of Demeter's sleeping form as he sat across from them. 

Alonzo glanced down at the queen. "She tried waiting up for you. You said you planned on coming back here tonight instead of the high-rise." Alonzo barely hid his look of distaste at the mention of Munkustrap's human home. It was no secret that the former alley cat didn't particularly like humans of any variety, even the nice ones with cats of their own, unless they were feeding them. And even then he gave them a wide berth, especially the young ones with their grabbing hands. Still, though, being involved with a housecat meant he'd had to start tolerating Emily at the very least. That was still very much a work in progress.

"I told her that you probably wouldn't be done until late," he continued, resuming the gentle petting of her shoulder. "And she knew, but she insisted. Didn't quite make it, and I wasn't about to wake her up."

"Oh," Munkustrap muttered, feeling a sudden confused warmth bloom to life in his belly, tampered very slightly by guilt. As if on queue, Demeter sighed  - a soft, airy thing - and turned her head. The queen's profile was lit in the relief of slivers of moonlight leaking into the den, her whiskers twitching as she slept. She looked so young then, so unbothered, and so different from the usual heavy furrow of her brow. She had always been lovely, but there was something particularly remarkable about her right at that moment.

Munkustrap reached to gently touch her ears, but thought better of it and pulled his paw away. Alonzo was right - the last thing he wanted was to wake her from a much deserved sleep. Unsure of what to say, he looked back up at the patched tom, who was still studying him intently. "I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't…" Munkustrap flicked his gaze around, suddenly noticing an absence. "Where's Jemima?

"Ideally with Jenny and Jelly, and most likely also still awake," Alonzo calmly explained, as though he were reiterating a morning report. Munkustrap looked at him blankly. "Sleepover, remember? Etcetera practically knocked your wall in this morning."

Munkustrap nodded slowly, the memory of being so violently startled shifting to the forefront of his mind. Right. Now that he thought of it, he did vaguely remember the two queenkits looking up at him, wide eyed and pleading for his permission - and the round robin of having them ask Demeter, who told them to ask Jenny, who'd been unavailable, so they'd asked Jelly instead, who told them to ask him again, and so on and so forth. Poor things. But they hadn't seemed at all bothered. The two of them together were nothing if not determined.

Munkustrap felt another abrupt and inexplicable wave of guilt over such a small thing. He'd known all that, hadn't he? He'd been the one to give them permission. Had he really let that slip his mind? Been that distracted? Everlasting help him, the day had been blurrier than he thought.

"Don't worry," Alonzo whispered, as though he’d heard him. "She told us to: 'give daddy a hug when he comes home', because she missed you, and that she promises she'll be back tomorrow, in case you missed her."

Munkustrap sat back on his haunches, feeling a great big...something inside of himself. What had he ever done, he wondered distantly, to deserve such a little light as Jemima? He’d have to make good on that in the morning. Well, in the daylight anyhow. It was already morning. 

"I'll let her give you her own hug," the other tom continued, yawning, tail twitching. "Don't think it'd mean the same thing coming from me. I'm just the messenger."

Munkustrap had to admit that the image he conjured up for that one was more than a little amusing. Still, though, his racing mind continued ticking away, processing and reprocessing. "So, if not for that, why are you still up? You should be sleeping, too."

At this, Alonzo finally fully smiled. It was a frail and distantly sleepy thing, so different from his usual cock-sure grin. "I was also waiting up for you."

"Oh," Munkustrap repeated, the noise dying halfway in his throat (Oh, how eloquent he really was when it came down to it). Were he a lesser cat, he would have started wringing his tail. Third strike and he was out. "Why?"

"Why?" Alonzo echoed, incredulous. "Why, he asks. Haven’t you been listening?"

Munkustrap blinked, feeling for a moment as though he were missing out on a joke. It wouldn’t have been the first time. The question had been a genuine one, and the reasoning genuinely confusing. Something wasn’t quite adding up, though the numbers were all clearly in front of him.

Alonzo’s smile faltered slightly, tilting his head. "You're really going to make me say it, huh?"

“Apparently.”

There was a moment, flashing so faintly in the dark that he could have convinced himself he’d seen things, that Alonzo’s expression turned to one of understanding and sympathy, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. His next statement was gentle and firm:

"Because I missed you, too."

Munkustrap finally looked down to his lap, staring at his paws and he struggled to get the sudden stinging behind his eyes under control. This time around, though, it had nothing to do with his exhaustion headache. How tired was he really, that something so simple was affecting him so strongly? Alonzo had said it so casually, as though it were an obvious thing that he should have known. Demeter had struggled to wait up for him, because it had seemed obvious for her to do so. Even Jemima had taken the time to let him know that she would miss him, in her flighty kittenish way. It was so much. Didn’t they deserve more than he was able to give them? Weren’t they aware of this?

“Hey, are you okay?” Alonzo sounded startled. “You look like you’re about to short circuit.”

He looked back up at him. What a surreal feeling it was, truly, to be missed. To be certain, if only for a moment, that his presence was wanted, when he had struggled so long with thinking it wasn’t. It was overwhelming. Hadn’t he spent all that time convincing himself that no one would ever want to wait up for him at night, or miss him in the mornings? That it would be too difficult to content themselves with marrying the weight of the responsibility he carried on his shoulders? That he would never want to put another cat through that? That he wasn’t truly worth a second look and could content himself with giving all the love he could, while taking none for himself?

How times had truly changed, and how quickly.

“I...I’m sorry. For making you wait up.”

Alonzo definitely looked sympathetic now, reaching to grab his shoulder. “You didn’t make us do anything, Munkustrap. I’m a grown-up and so is Demeter. I like to think we can be trusted to make our own decisions. Maybe her more than me.”

Munkustrap nodded, leaning his face so he felt the gentle brush of his paw against his whiskers.

“You really are tired, huh? Demeter’s going to give you an earful tomorrow.”

For the first time that evening, Munkustrap felt a genuine chuckle bubble up his throat.

"Come here." Alonzo pulled him insistently to the ground, leaving no room for protest. It took a moment of maneuvering at an awkward angle, but he managed to lay opposite Demeter, whose head had been carefully shifted from Alonzo’s lap to the blankets beneath her. Heart suddenly fuller than he thought possible, his headache near forgotten, he curled an arm around the queen, exhaling when she curved to meet him halfway, as though she’d been waiting for him the entire time. 

Munkustrap looked up at Alonzo, still sitting, with the softest of halos in the moonlight. Funny, wasn’t it, how often he and Demeter matched in spite of how different they were. “What about you? Won't you be tired?”

Alonzo snorted, shrugging. “I've survived on less.”

“But -”

“Go to sleep, Munk,” Alonzo said firmly, touching the back of his paw to his temple. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

And perhaps, with Demeter curled against his belly and Alonzo’s shadow looming over them both, he would sleep well for his precious few hours, no matter how little time it seemed to be. Perhaps it was more than good enough. 

Perhaps he was more than good enough.

#okay this is way longer than a drabble i lied #l i s t e n i am too soft for all of this #i am too soft for the all healing together trope - i can't deal #CATS Musical #demelonzostrap #fanfiction #my fanfic #my posts #i hope this structurally makes sense - i've rewritten it three times now #i also borrowed amie's emily <3

[cryptenby]

an abundance of green

so i’ve been watching critical role over quarantine and apparently it’s impossible for me to half ass anything so i’m obsessed, and obviously my love of rarepairs has gone nowhere, so im basically contractually obligated to write about Fjord and Caduceus. this has no plot, is completely indulgent and i really hope that whoever reads it enjoys it anyway lmao it’s also on ao3!!

They’re at the Xhorhaus at Caduceus’s own insistence. He told everyone he wanted to check on the tree and their makeshift temple, and Caduceus never asks for anything so the Mighty Nein is packing up before he’s finished the question. It almost makes him feel a little guilty, considering he really just wants to get his hands on Caleb and Essek. They need a good pot of tea and a solid talking to. Realistically, he thinks he could have just said that but Caleb is skittish about matters of the heart, especially when he didn’t initiate them on his own.

Beau knows though. She corners him before they leave, out of earshot of most everyone. “Duce. This about Essek?”

He laughs a little to himself, an airy thing. “Kind of. I would like to check on him, I'm hoping he’ll come see us. Or let us see him.”

“I don’t trust him.”

“You probably shouldn’t,” Caduceus grins.

“How is it possible that I know that you mean that but I still feel a little guilty?” she says, a little sheepish as Caduceus laughs. “How can you trust him so easily?”

“I have faith that you guys will ask the right questions. If he doesn’t care for us, or have our best interests at heart, I’m very confident the more suspicious of us will be on top of it. But I trust Mr. Caleb, and he didn't condemn him,” Caduceus says with a shrug. “Neither will I.”

Beau just looks at him for a moment before sniffing harshly and blowing out a loud breath. “Fucking fine. I won’t tear him a new one but don’t think I didn’t notice that you gave me permission to pull every possible piece of information out of him.”

“Of course,” Caduceus says, barely containing his smile. “I know who you are, Ms. Beau, and I expect you to be yourself.”

Beau blushes, for some reason, and clears her throat. “Right. Thanks, Duce.”

He gives a mock, half salute that he’s seen her give to their captain, and it makes her laugh before she strolls off. It doesn’t take them much longer before they’re off, Caleb finishing off the teleportation circle with a dramatic flourish that makes Jester giggle, the whole point of it, Caduceus is sure.

The familiar trek to the Xhorhaus seems to take no time at all, the tree he’s grown so fond of twinkling with a soft light the closer they get, a beacon, of sorts, welcoming them home. He’s a little surprised by how much he loves their place here; he’s not like the rest of the Nein, he already has a place that he considers home, so the new one was not so significant for him as for the others. In fact, it took him a while to even accept the place as theirs and not expect some ulterior motives to come to light. The feelings were unfamiliar territory for him at the time, suspicion and a lack of appreciation for a gift so grand, and the planting of the tree was a way for him to apologize and make peace in the space. It definitely seemed to work, if the happy flutter in his heart at the sound of the chimes when they enter is anything to go by.

Everyone goes to their respective rooms to store their things, chatting genially before they go their separate ways.

Everyone other than Fjord. 

He does a loop around the common room, getting familiar again with his steps before he centers himself in the room, inhaling, and mumbling something under his breath with the exhale. The gentle reverb that follows confirms what Caduceus assumed he would do; the blade glows blue and Fjord glows with it, his See Invisibility spell activated.

The bunch in his muscles draw his attention first as he holds the greatsword aloft, inhaling again and opening his eyes on the exhale, their blue glow matching the runes on his blade. They highlight the depth of his cheekbones and strength of his jaw, his already handsome features softly accentuated. Fjord starts to walk the room with a more keen gaze, his steps strong and sure in a way Caduceus has only noticed since he accepted their Mother’s grace. He decides to turn tail and head up the stairs before Fjord has a chance to ask questions about his lingering that he isn’t prepared to answer.

The smell of dirt greets him as he ascends the stairs and he takes a deep breath, entering the roof with a grin. Everything is as he left it, the twinkling lights from their tree painting the room a soft yellow with their glow. Every bit of life to be seen seems to reach toward him as he enters and he greets them brightly, apologizing for being gone so long and asking each that he passes how they’re getting along.

A breeze warms him a little while later and it carries a friendly warning as it leaves him, explained when he hears the footsteps of someone approaching.

Too large to be Veth or Jester, too loud to be Beau or Yasha, too heavy to be Caleb, leaving only—

Fjord knocks gently twice before he lifts the hatch.

“Hey, Ducey,” he says with a smile. “Can I come up?”

“You know you’re always welcome, Mr. Fjord.”

Caduceus turns to greet him happily and sees some of the plants turn towards Fjord in his peripheral; he chuckles a bit at Fjord’s look of awe that he catches at a glance and shuffles over to grab the kettle and start a pot of tea. He turns back to ask Fjord if he wants any and stops, blinking slowly.

Fjord is saying something but Caduceus is barely paying attention, distracted as he is by the fitted, soft linen Fjord is adorned in. It’s not as though he’s never seen him in underclothes before, they’ve shared a space too many times for that to be the case, but those clothes all bore the wear and tear of the life the half-orc led, and politeness ensured Caduceus never let his eyes linger too long, for obvious and other reasons.

Never before had Caduceus seen Fjord looking so dressed down, so comfortable, cozy, safe. It fills him up inside, butterflies with wings stronger than any he’d encountered in Melora’s fields fighting for purchase in his belly. He wants to touch him: his face to memorize the laugh lines there, his chest to feel the steady beat of his heart, his back to guard it and ensure no one ever catches him unaware again.

He wants to protect him. He wants to tell him. He wants to keep looking and never say anything else ever again.

And that’s. Well, it’s weird.

Caduceus Clay, infatuated? Enamored? With one of his own party? How could it have happened without his notice?

“Uh, Caduceus?” Fjord calls, and he sounds closer than before.

Caduceus blinks slowly and looks down at his concerned friend now standing close enough to touch, and he takes advantage, grabbing him around the elbow, his dark green skin and black claws clashing prettily with Caduceus’s pale sleeves and light grey fur.

“Alright?” Fjord asks, sounding a little more concerned this time.

Caduceus blinks at him and clears his throat around a little white lie. “Yes, sorry. Sometimes I fall deep into my conversations with the Wildmother. Um, tea?”

Fjord looks closely at him before nodding and releasing him, and Caduceus takes the first chance to hide his face, cheeks blushing with his new revelation as he walks over to the little fire pit he’d dug out just for the kettle. He can hear Fjord walking closer, slowly, probably taking in the roof like he does every time he’s here, even though he’s seen it many times over. It’s endearing, and those butterflies from before seem to have made themselves at home in his belly, fluttering madly. He takes a couple deep breaths that don’t help at all and curses his luck.

“Man, I never get tired of that,” Fjord says, having finally made his way over and sitting down close by.

Caduceus looks at his smile and thinks, yeah, me either. 

“It never really gets old.” He says instead. “Is that what you came up for? Not that I ever mind, just curious.”

“Oh, no, I wanted to thank you actually.” Fjord says. He’s looking at Caduceus with such earnest sincerity that Caduceus’s heart swoops in his chest. “I’m loath to admit it but I think I needed a break and I know I would never have bothered to ask, even once I figured out I needed it.

I know you don’t do it on purpose, but just having you around makes everything easier, better. And I feel like we don’t tell you that enough, or tell you thank you often enough. So, thank you.”

Fjord squeezes his hand, smiling softly at him, his lips finally used to the tusks that are growing in proud and strong. Caduceus grips him back and hopes that the answering squeeze and tears in his eyes are enough to express his gratitude.

“And also. I’m not around all the time obviously, so forgive me if I’m wrong, but you’ve never really talked about, you know, anything, really. You’ve gone through some pretty fucked shit like the rest of us and you deserve the care you keep trying to give everyone else. So, if you ever need to talk to anyone,” Fjord says softly, cupping one of Caduceus’s hands in both of his and smiling a self-deprecating grin. “I’m here. I’m a mess, but I’m a good listener.”

“Okay,” Caduceus says, around the lump in his throat. “Thank you, Mr. Fjord.”

“Okay,” Fjord says back, cheeky grin turning into a relieved smile. “Thank you, Mr. Clay.”

Caduceus nods and looks at him for longer than strictly necessary, and it doesn't escape his notice that Fjord lets him, stealing in some glances of his own. Caduceus’s heart swoops again and he finds himself wishing he could ask Melora for a bit of guidance, knowing her answer would be vague and leave him feeling more confused than ever. The frustration barely has time to take hold before he feels a warm breeze like fingers caressing his cheek and Fjord must soon follow, if his gentle chuckle is anything to go by.

He feels selfish for his frustration, fleeting as it was.

He looks at Fjord, and he wants.

He takes a deep breath.

He makes tea.

#fjorduceus #fjord x caduceus #critical role #teahaw #JUST A COUPLE OF BOYS BEING DUDES #just two polite guys!!!!!! being nice!!!!! #anyone else haunted by fjord saying hi caduceus all small and happy after he saved him #also listen melora is in the wind and she is always talking to her boy i dont know what you want from me #also beau just wants to be understood by the people she admires okay..... #tori writes

[sunshinesholland]

dog days | t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.77k

Summary: Being a dog mom is tough. Having a busy schedule and feeling mom guilt is even tougher. So who are you to say no when your dog just wants to spend some time playing at the park, even if it is pouring down rain. It’s what dog parents do. Or at least just you?

A/N: So I have a half pitbull named Mia Bella and I think Tessa is absolutely cute and they’d make sweet friends and... this was self indulgence and it’s finest and I’m not even sorry about it.

It’s a little ridiculous, you suppose, while it’s managed to go from a light drizzle of rain to a torrential downpour and everyone else has completely left the park, you’re still out. Determined to get your pup the playtime she deserves, having felt guilty going into work on a Saturday morning. Most people are likely indoors right now, snuggled up with a warm cup of tea, watching their favorite series on Netflix. Meanwhile are absolutely chilled to the bone, but with your dog smiling up at you, tail wagging and tennis ball in mouth, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, maybe you would. An umbrella would be nice. You at least have an anorak on, and a cap to protect you from the onslaught of rain.

But your dog Bella comes back, scampering with glee and the biggest smile on her face. She drops the ball in the mud, proudly staring up at you. As a Staffordshire terrier, she’s unbelievably expressive. Her big doe eyes begging you to throw the ball and her cheeks widened in what can only be described as a grin. No other family dog you’d had as a child was ever as expressive as your own. She’s your furry best friend, and you had a million pictures on your phone to prove it. Dog mom stereotype completely fulfilled. And yeah, your trainers are soaked, and your jeans are clinging to your skin, but your baby is happy.

You smile and reach down to scratch behind her ears, before grabbing the ball lying in front of your feet. Before you can even lift your arm to throw, she’s off and running, trying to be ahead of the game and beat the ball before it gets where it’s going. You smile, because she always does this, and throw it anyways. You wait a few minutes, expecting her to come racing back as usual. But it’s a heavy downpour and your view is obstructed further by your position at the bottom of a slight incline and the presence of trees and now you’re panicking.

“Bella?! Bell!” You’re yelling, and running now, feet sloshing against the mix of mud and slick grass.

If you weren’t already cold, the breeze from your pace is hitting your already soaked clothes makes you feel even colder. But all you can think of is your dog. She’s such a sweet girl, extremely smart and friendly but she’s a pitty and the sad truth is people aren’t very kind or trusting of bully breeds.

And you hear her bark and you’re immediately fearful, is she barking because she’s scared? Is she barking because she’s lost? Is someone hurting her? And you reach the clearing of the park, away from the trees and you see her under the park’s gazebo. She’s sat next to one of the benches, with another dog and what you can only assume is its owner.

“Oh thank god, Bella. You scared me so much!” You’re out of breath and you sound like a frightened mother. Because you are.

She comes ambling to you, completely unaware of how scared she’s made you. She’s just happy she’s made a new friend and she’s got a fun sprint in. You kneel down and attach her leash to her collar, squeezing her face in your hands and ruffling her fur. You can’t be mad at her, she’s wagging her tail and she’s safe and happy and oblivious.

“I honestly didn’t think anyone else would be crazy enough to be out here,” the stranger’s voice raised to speak over the rain, flashing a cheeky grin.

The rain is relentless against the metal roof of the structure, but it’s somehow still calming and beautiful, the sound of rain thumping against the metal. A stark contrast to being fully immersed in the pouring rain in combination with the pounding of blood in your ears, as you just were.

The rain has soaked his hair, curls falling against his forehead. He’s wearing a black zip up, and a pair of joggers. He’s managed to look cozy, warm, and attractive, and he really has no business looking this good, especially while being caught in a rainstorm. You imagine you look like a drowned rat, baseball cap doing nothing to hide the mess of soaked hair flowing from under it. Your cheeks most likely flushed from the cold and the frantic dash across the park. You brush your hair that’s fallen in your face away, clearing your throat.

“I, uh, had work this morning. And I’m a graduate student and weekends are the most time we get together without me having my nose in a textbook and I felt guilty and- you didn’t ask for my life story, I’m sorry,” you blurt out, averting your eyes from this unbelievably handsome, rain-soaked stranger, looking down at Bella.

She’s not smiling at you like she was a moment ago, instead she blinks at you before yawning. Ah, what a show of compassion. She’s bored now, she’s had her fun and you’re boring her with your need for emotional support, you think.

“It’s quite alright, I suppose I did call you crazy. You felt the need to explain yourself, even if it does somewhat confirming the initial judgement,” and you’re realizing he has an English accent, and you look up to see a softer smile on his features, eyes crinkling at the corners, effectively softening the harsh assessment, albeit joking.

And you can’t help but wonder how English rainstorms are, and if that’s why he’s fine being out in this weather. And why he’s here, in the states? And also, who gave him the right to be so charming? And why did Bella come to him? She usually isn’t very comfortable around men (although a sweet dog, she is constantly in protector mode as you’re a single girl and it’s just you two in the apartment in a busy city).

And furthermore, he’s fine with a pitbull coming up to him? Okay well, she is very very cute, and very sweet, you think, completely unbiased. Not at all thinking this because you’re her owner and proud dog mom. Not biased at all.

“Well I guess since you told me all of that, I can tell you why we’re crazy enough to be out,” he jokes, sitting down at the bench, reaching down to pet his dog.

You had been so caught up in the relief of finding your pup, of the cute stranger  his lovely accent and the tap, tap, tap of the rain against the roof that you hadn’t even noticed the lovely dog sitting patiently at his side. Your heart swelled upon recognition of the boxy terrier snout, familiar doe eyes and pointy little ears. Seeing another dog of the same breed group made you unbelievably happy. While you loved all dogs, you had a soft spot for the far too misunderstood,  gentle terriers of this breed group.

“Me and Tess were just getting our afternoon jog in when the rain started,” he continues, smiling down at his pup and then looking back at you, effectively bringing you out of your internal dog-loving monologue.

“I actually also had work today, but my girl is important to me and I needed to make time for her,” he explains, “So we’re both crazy dog parents, if we’re willing to risk hypothermia for them, I suppose,” he grins.

You can just feel how soft your eyes must be looking at him. You kneel down, Bella is at your side, sniffing at Tess, trying to get closer.

You look up at him, chocolate brown eyes meeting yours and ironically, it’s hard to not melt, “Would it be okay to pet her?”

You ask, trying to be respectful despite her tail wagging a mile a minute, and her already leaning against you to be pet.

“I don’t think either of us get a choice, darling” he laughs, eyes crinkling and head slightly tilting back at his dog’s antics.

The sound echos in the acoustics of the gazebo, and it blends beautifully with the rain calming down, now more lightly tapping against the roof. The rain is dripping down the roof edge, against the cement. You feel warm, despite being being drenched from head to toe. You stop your petting (to Tess’s dismay), and stand up.

“Would it be alright if they went and played? Since both of their activities got cut short?” You question, smiling back in what you hope is at least half as an appealing manner as his laugh.

He grins at you, reaching to unleash Tess, as you do the same with Bella, before he stands up beside you. The dogs are immediately off, running circles around the structure. The rain has let up enough that Bella is fully in your view, allowing you to relax and chat with the unnamed curly-haired boy.

“I’m sorry, I know your dog’s name, but I didn’t catch yours,” you turn away from the dogs to look at him and he’s smiling watching the dogs run.

You think he may not have heard you but he turns to you and you’re blindsided by the dazzling smile being directed at you.

“Tom, my name’s Tom,” he replies, outstretching a hand for you to shake.

You’re laughing at his formal nature, but shake his hand nonetheless.

“Well Tom, if you’re also a single dog parent, I’d love to get a cup of coffee with you,” you grin, feeling giddy for some stupid reason. It’s his sunny disposition, and his cute face, you bet.

“I drink tea… But I suppose I could make an exception for your cute dog,” he grins, bumping your shoulder playfully,

“Yeah, going for coffee, it’s for the dogs. Like when parents have to be friends because their kids are. They like each other, and who are we to stand in the way of friendship?” You add, looking out at the park space they’re running in. In your head you’re playing it cool, but in Tom’s eyes, you’ve got a slight grin but you’re beaming, absolutely glowing even in the gloom of the rainy afternoon.

“Yeah, exactly. We might have to meet up again soon too. I mean, think of the children,” he says in reply, nodding his head, looking out as well, trying to match your attempt at a collected demeanor.

And both of you are watching the two chase each other, barking happily. All while you and Tom are grinning from ear to ear. And you’re grateful that you’re not the only dog parent crazy enough to come out in a downpour, and you remind yourself that when you get home, you’ve really gotta give Bella a treat for running off like she did.

#listen #I just want a meet cute w me and Tom and our dogs 🥺 #this the dream babey #also about the title? im so sorry i couldn’t think of anything creative it’s midnight lmao #emi writes #Tom holland #Tom Holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland fluff #Tom Holland writing #Tom Holland fic #Tom Holland fanfiction #Tom Holland blurb #Tom Holland x reader #Tom Holland x y/n

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Two Gods, One Braincell

Kagami goes on a self-imposed quest to save a terrible place from meeting its timely demise.

Chapter 1: Here There Be Dragons

Summary:

Now leaving heaven:

A cat has joined your party.

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Kagami rolled among the clouds, riding the jet streams of the upper sky. Her long snake-like body glinted scarlet and gold in the late afternoon sun. The wind whipping against her mane and whiskers and antlers. She held her four claws close to her side and closed her eyes.

"Having fun?"

Snapping open, Kagami's slitted pupils tracked the source of the voice. A shadow leapt across the fluffy clouds, stark against their color; keeping up with her despite her speed.

Ah, him. Relaxing, she allowed herself a grin before suddenly twisting straight down. The cat let out a yelp as he overshot his mark, quickly following her to the earth.

Keeping one eye on the cat Kagami sought the cover of forest. Shifting into mortal form as soon as she was hidden in the leaves. There she waited.

And not long. Kagami's keen ears heard him shifting as he landed on the forest floor. Had she been any other he would be as silent as a cat. But she was a dragon.

"Ka-ga-mi!" He sing-songed, voice echoing so that if she did not have him in sight she would not know where it came.

Her fingers twitched impatiently as he stepped closer. She forced them still. More than one of her ambushes had been exposed because of her fidgeting. He came nearer. One more... One more... Now!

Kagami leapt from her hiding place and had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widen in surprise before they tumbled to the ground.

"Ah, hello to you too," Adrien grunted. He wore black robes in the style of the western gods.

In her scarlet kimono (which would be very restrictive for a mortal) Kagami sat on him. "This marks my twelve thousand four hundred and fifty second win to your twelve thousand four hundred and twenty-three."

"Yes, yes, very impressive, I can't breathe!"

"Don't be so dramatic," Kagami replied without the barest hint of irony. Still, she rose off of her fellow deity. "You know we don't need to breathe."

" 'Don't be so dramatic,' says the dragon" Adrien muttered, cleaning himself off as he stood up. "Tackles me to the ground, goes running off without a word, leaves me to deal with-"

"You mean like all the times I bailed you out after you did something stupid?"

"Name one stupid thing I've done!"

Before Kagami could begin listing the long, long, long, long line of dumb ideas Adrien's had since Creation itself he cut her off.

"This century!"

Cheater. Well, at least it was a good one. Kagami grinned smugly. "You made Marinette mad at you."

Red bloomed on Adrien's cheeks as he spluttered a reply. "You said you wouldn't bring that up again!"

"I did no such thing." Kagami turned smartly away from him and began walking. "You begged me not to mention it and I said I'd consider it."

"Oh, very clever," Adrien replied sarcastically, following.

"Thank you."

"Anyways, what're you doing out here?"

A demon burst out of the foliage and charged at them. Alerted by their bickering, the brute brandished a club overhead. Saliva dripping from its tusks, maw towering over them.

Kagami shifted. Thunder roared from her mouth lined with sharp teeth. Claws like swords, scales like fire in the lengthening shadows. Long, muscular body dwarfing her opponent's. Narrowed eyes promising a quick end.

The demon dropped its club and ran, letting out frightened squeals.

Adrien held his palm up, shadows coalescing into a sphere of pure darkness. Casually, he tossed it at the retreating demon. "You didn't answer my question."

The demon collapsed as the orb of shadow struck it square in the back. A rabbit sprinting away from where it fell.

Still in dragon form Kagami picked up the crude club with two talons like it was a baby mortal's diaper, snout wrinkling in distaste. "Have all smiths vanished from among the demons?" She tossed the so-called weapon aside. "I remember them being much more of a challenge."

Adrien puffed out his chest. "Your welcome."

Kagami snorted, shifting back into mortal form. "We could have left them a sword at least."

"You didn't answer my question," Adrien pointed out.

"Did I not?" Kagami asked innocently. Or rather tried to. Adrien often pointed out that she was far too honest to lie properly.

"Please, don't let this dragon!" Adrien grinned.

She wasn't smiling. No, her lips did not twitch upwards. "That was terrible."

"Well, sorry that I've had a long flight!"

"Wrong language."

"It was ryu-ly tiring!"

Kagami whirled on Adrien and put a hand over his smirking face. "Stop!" She would not be bested by second class material!

"Mm tho enn u the mm at nno!" Adrien mumbled through her fingers.

His breath tickled so she pulled her hand away. "What?"

"Ah! I said, I'll stop when you tell me what I wanna know." Adrien rubbed his nose in a way Kagami could only describe as cat-like.

Shaking the distracting thought from her head, Kagami focused on what had brought her out here in the first place. "There is a city that's been cursed with drought."

Adrien stiffened. "O-oh?"

"It's been a year. Their reserves are almost gone." Kagami quickened her pace as she thought about what would happen to all those mortals if they didn't get rain soon. "The council won't do anything! They just sit there and 'pass judgment'. Which really means doing nothing! What good are they if-"

"It wasn't a council matter."

Kagami paused. Turning, she saw Adrien fidgeting nervously. "... What did you do?"

"Why does it have to be something I did?" Adrien asked defensively.

"Was it?" Kagami demanded, peering straight into Adrien's eyes.

"Okay, fine! I cursed the city! There, are you happy?"

"You gave an entire city drought!?"

"No, of course not!"

"Adrien," Kagami walked up to him and, ignoring the height he had on her, pinned him to a tree with her arm. "What was the wording exactly."

"May you reap what you sow."

A chill went down her spine and she dropped her arm. A curse like that... Rumors, deceptions, lies. They were all seeds of nothing. And apparently the curse decided the best way to reap nothing was to make sure nothing grew.

She sighed. "A year. They had a year to break the curse themselves." A growl of annoyance grew in her throat and Kagami shifted to better indulge the urge.

Adrien shifted into his great cat form, shoulders level with hers, and bumped against her scales. "How did you find out about them anyway?"

"I heard someone pray for them."

"Ah."

Kagami didn't need to ask what they'd done. It was all semantics. All that mattered was that most of them had learned nothing from it. And yet... "How did they attract your attention?"

His slitted eyes narrowed further as shadow black fur bristled. "They desecrated the hall of judgment."

Kagami's mane rose as her whiskers trembled. The hall of judgment was both court of law and temple to justice. If any god besides Adrien had stumbled onto them... They were exceedingly lucky misfortune was all they suffered. "Morons."

"Extremely," Adrien agreed, pressing his giant, warm, feline body closer and purring.

"They do not deserve my help," Kagami declared, laying down and curling her tail around Adrien.

"Nope," he followed her example and stretched out on the leaves covering the forest floor. "But you're gonna help anyways, aren't you."

"Obviously." Kagami turned her long, serpentine neck so she could rub her muzzle against Adrien's.

No mortal would have been able to read how Adrien's face softened while in his current form. "I love that you're so kind."

"You're forgetting about that fleet I turned into driftwood."

"Bragging about your exploits does not diminish the compassion you feel for others. And that armada had it coming."

If Kagami was still in her mortal form she would have blushed. Thankfully, that was physically impossible for dragons. Instead she touched the tip of her nose with Adrien's. "You'll help me?"

"If you need it," he acknowledged easily. "One little curse should be no match for your storms."

"Your curses are hardly that simple, Adrien." His tail flicked happily, as though she'd given him a great compliment. Kagami knew he disliked using his curses cavalierly but like any god Adrien took pride in his work.

"Then we should get going." He stood and stretched like an overgrown housecat. "Traveling in the lower world takes so long when you don't have Max with you."

"I hope that wasn't another pun."

"If I'm feline punny what business is that of yours?"

In response Kagami took off. Letting the wind she summoned buffet Adrien; his protests following her as he leapt into the air. Her laughter booming like thunder as they raced across the sky.

Notes:

@kagamiappreciationweek2020 Written for Kagami Appreciation Week 2020. (The accuracy of the title is yet to be determined.) Is this all going to be self-indulgent nonsense? I mean, yeah, probably.

#kagami appreciation week #kagami appreciation week 2020 #kagami tsurugi #adrien agreste #dragon kagami #cat adrien #ml fanfic

[goldandlights]

title: ebb and flow (“Listen up monsterfuckers, Geralt has a knot.”) pairing: geraskier rating: explicit tags: fluff, tender sex, knotting, handjobs, copious amounts of come

>>> Geralt is insecure about a particular part of his biology but Jaskier shows him that one man’s trash is a bard’s treasure

Like many of Geralt’s other unusual or more animalistic features (the white hair, the fangs, the purring), the knot on his dick is a byproduct of the additional experimentation done on him during Witcher training.

None of the other boys put through the full Trials of Dreams have survived and thus it stands to reason that Geralt is the only one with this particular mutation.

Of course, he's long learned to warn the people he sleeps with (aka prostitutes) about his, hm, enhanced physique, even before the clothes come off. He also knows to not ever, ever try to tie.

Though it’s a hot fantasy, Geralt is not stupid or careless enough to risk having his partner panic when the reality of the situation sets in. A couple of the braver girls he’s met have certainly offered to indulge him, one even looked (and smelled) honestly interested, but if it goes tits up, the risk of severe injury is too great.

Thus far, holding up his fist to show them what kind of swelling he’s talking about has always been enough to dissuade them.

So the hardest part about brothel negotiations is usually the opposite; convincing the understandably weary women that no, he’s not gonna try to pop “it” into them without warning. Letting them keep a guarding hand on his cock just above the bulging tissue while he fucks them mostly helps to ease their minds. Geralt neither thinks about, nor considers mentioning, that if he wanted to take them by force, their fragile human wrists would simply be collateral damage.

What comes after the first glorious moment of cresting pleasure is similarly as awkward and bothersome though.

Geralt comes like a fucking horse -okay, not quite, but sometimes it sure feels that way when he pumps load after load of thick seed into his partner until he can see her belly swelling just so. It’s hot. Until the matron charges additional cleaning costs. (It’s costly. He already has to pay double the normal rate to make fucking a beast worth anyone’s while.)

Geralt has learned to live with it, really. Even tense, rushed and impersonal, sex is sex; he can’t be picky. Needs to keep a clear head to do his job.

When he says that last bit to Jaskier however, the bard’s jaw drops in disbelief.

“ Excuse me. Can you repeat that? You can’t be picky so you, what, resign yourself to a life of bad sex?” his voice is loud and utterly incredulous. Geralt shoots him a glare.

This morning they left Ban Glean and are now on their way south towards Hagge for a potential vampire infestation. There are no roads around these parts, so they set up camp on the first not-so-soggy little rise they found once the sun started setting. The weather is good and the forest quiet. Small mercies. The Livel river and its swamps and marshlands are normally teeming with drowners and bandits.

How they went from eating quietly to arguing about Geralt's preference for whorehouses over random hookups is a mystery -though the Witcher suspects it has something to do with a certain new habit the bard has picked up. That is, he’ll chat up ladies (and on the rare occasion men, too) and then ask Geralt if he wants to share. Which the Witcher does not.

“But why, Geralt.” the bard continues, hushed, “Look at you! You’re gorgeous. I understand the prejudices levelled at Witchers make it hard to find someone willing outside of a professional establishment… but I offered you that maid on a platter, darling! No additional work required!”

“She didn’t know what she was agreeing to.” Geralt says, stroking the fire.

“Well, then I apparently didn’t either. Care to enlighten me?”

“No.”

“Come on. Is this the usual Witcher self-flagellation or do you actually have something to hide? And embarrassing fetish perhaps? A small dick? -hm, no, no I take that back immediately.” Jaskier hums and licks his lips. Geralt feels the bards gaze slide down to the bulge between his thighs. He suppresses the urge to close his legs self-consciously. “There is definitely nothing small about your dick.”

The Witcher doesn’t reward that with a reply but stares resolutely into the flames. Silence stretches.

“Okay, alright. I’m sorry.” Jaskier breaks, at last, sounding honestly contrite. With a sigh, he gets up, takes a few steps around the fire until he can plop down next to Geralt onto the thick fur of his bedroll. “If you’re not comfortable I won’t push anymore, yeah? Just… you deserve positive experiences. To enjoy yourself, you know? Sex shouldn’t be a chore.”

“Hm.”

A log shifts and sends sparks up into the air. The trees whisper in a soft breeze.

“It’s a mutation.”

“Hm. What kind of mutation?”

He’s explained it at least three-hundred times without batting an eyelash. Now, suddenly, it’s hard again, like the first time. Geralt knows Jaskier is pretty indiscriminate in his tastes, tumbling with men and women and those somewhere in-between alike. Geralt had never managed to give up the tiny speck of hope that maybe Witchers, even those with freakish dicks, were on the bard’s list of acceptable bedfellows as well. Still, it had always seemed safer not to try his luck, lest he found out the answer was a horrified no. Well, the grace period is over.

He swallows a few times, searching for the well-practised words.

“There’s some additional tissue at the base of it. It swells when I come. Like a-”

“Like a wolf??”

“Jaskier…”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m not laughing! That’s -uh, it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No.”

“Oh, good... And does it really do the, you know, the locking thing? When you fuck someone?”

“It should. Never tried it.”

“Eh? What a shame!” Then, before the Witcher can process how to react to that, “How big is it?”

Geralt snaps his head around to glare at the bard.

“I’m just curious!” he whines. Waits for an answer. When none is forthcoming, he tries again, “Come on, how big?”

The Witcher holds up his fist. Jaskier chokes on his spit.

“Sweet Melitele…”

If he hadn’t heard something suspiciously like awe in the bard’s voice, Geralt would not have dared to look in the human’s direction again. But he does. Jaskier’s face is slack with shock, eyes still fixed on Geralt's large hand. Then his gaze drops, almost comically slow, to Geralt’s crotch. This time the Witcher does press his legs together, caught off guard by the sudden hunger overtaking the handsome features of his companion.

Baby blue eyes snap up to amber.

“Can I see?”

Geralt sucks in a breath, mind going blank for a second. Over the woodsmoke of the fire, Jaskiers scent has spiked. Spicy and masculine, Geralt doesn’t have to look down to know that the human is in the process of getting hard, obviously turned on by the thought of Geralt’s knot. What the hell.

Unsettled by Geralt’s silence, Jaskier backpedals, “You don’t have to! I’m uh, making this weird. But I would. Really like to see. For research and-”

“If you put this into a song I will kill you.”

“I know. Oh, believe me, I know. And I very much value my life so these lips are sealed! Promise! Now, can I?”

The bardling seems about a second away from making actual grabbing motions towards the bulge in question and Geralt, kind of dazed by the sudden turn of events, yields to the insistent pleading. With a grunted “Fine.” and an eye-roll to prevent a more vulnerable expression from stealing onto his face, he gets up on his knees and starts loosening the laces of his trousers.

This is madness.

>>>> read the rest on ao3

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #i'm back on my bullshit #jaskier loves geralt lots #freaky penis or no #they don't really get together here? #but then ig if you're Life Long Best Bros Forever and start having soft loving sex how more together can you even be #I just love writing about Jas showing Geralt a good time :( #he just wants his witcher to Feel Good :((((( #Jaskier is totally the kind of guy that gets off on his partners pleasure #and I am so here for it #my writing