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iwritefandomimagines · 6 months

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MISTLETOE — JESS MARIANO

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pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: when lorelai gilmore insists on hosting a christmas party, you might just catch yourself under the mistletoe with the boy you, like, totally don’t have a crush on or anything.

warnings: swearing as usual. fluff & a tiny bit of angst. jess smoking and u having a tiny smoke.

author’s note: u asked for more festive jess, and i am hear to answer ur cries! jess mariano i adore you !!!

“Y/N! You’re here!”

Lorelai Gilmore had never looked quite so pleased to see you, her eyes twinkling as they scanned over the Christmas jumper you were (rather reluctantly) wearing.

“Hi, Lorelai,” you smiled, handing her the bottle of champagne you’d been given to bring as a party favour, to which she grinned, “Thanks sweetie, come on in.”

You followed her down the hall and were embarrassingly pleased when your eyes caught those of a miserable looking Jess Mariano.

The moment he saw you he seemed to perk up, and you couldn’t help but notice Lorelai’s smirk as she watched you immediately beeline for him.

“Hey Y/L/N,” he almost smiled, picking at a piece of bread he’d been toying with eating for a while, “You got roped into coming too then?”

You scoffed, “Like Lorelai was going to let anyone get out of the biggest event of the festive season?”

“Don’t let Taylor hear you say that, his 300 different pointless events will be crushed,” Jess laughed, and you couldn’t help but revel in the sound.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when the joy at finding a friend with whom you had so much in common had become something more, but you didn’t like the way butterflies consumed your stomach when you were around him.

He was your friend, nothing more, and so — how cliche — you wouldn’t even really admit to yourself that you really liked him.

“Nice jumper,” he smirked, and suddenly you regretted adhering to Lorelai’s supposedly strict rule of no entry without a Christmas jumper, “Very festive.”

He was stifling a laugh, and you shook your head as your cheeks burned crimson under his intense gaze.

“Oh fuck off,” you looked down at where Rudolph and Santa were emblazoned on your chest, “I didn’t think I’d get away with no jumper and I didn’t have one, so it’s my mum’s.”

He chuckled now because he already knew that, having already seen your mother wearing the jumper the previous week, accompanied by the fact it was adorably oversized on you and he found it cute that it swamped your frame.

You’d tried tucking it into your jeans to minimise the bagginess, but to no avail.

“It’s cute,” he teased, swiping his tongue over his lips as you looked away, “But it looks warm. Like, crazy warm.”

“Oh, it is. I’m dying here. Anyway I didn’t think you’d actually come,” you shrugged, “If I’d known I wouldn’t have worn the jumper. One, there was no chance you were going to actually listen to Lorelai, and two, I could do without the teasing!”

Jess raised his eyebrows, “Hey, I’m not teasing,” he raised his hands up as if in defeat, “But you think I’d miss all this?”

The sarcasm in his tone as his eyes scanned the room made you giggle, “Of course. Nothing says Christmas like Taylor arguing with everyone and Lorelai running around being the fun enforcer.”

You both watched as Taylor seemed to be enthusiastically explaining something to a frustrated looking Sookie, and saw Lorelai still flitting around the room trying to ensure that everyone was having an at least somewhat pleasant time.

“I could do with some fresh air,” Jess’ eyes almost challenged you, because you knew he was going out to smoke and that Lorelai was inevitably going to have an issue with that, “Wanna join?”

You were well aware that it was in your best interest to not follow him around wherever he went, but you were so drawn to Jess that it was impossible not to.

“Yeah, sure,” you shrugged, gesturing for him to lead the way, “But you better not expect me to cover for you when Lorelai’s like a sniffer dog and finds you smoking.”

Jess just rolled his eyes, “Sure, officer.”

“Woah, woah, woah, where are you two going?” Lorelai asked, eyes immediately catching you both quickly exiting the room and widening in dismay.

“Y/N is wearing the clothing equivalent of a sauna over here, she just needs fresh air,” Jess crossed his arms over his chest as Lorelai’s eyes narrowed.

You smiled sheepishly, “We won’t be gone long, I promise.”

Lorelai didn’t appear convinced, but her expression suddenly lit up when she noticed where you were currently stood between rooms — directly under a doorframe adorned with mistletoe.

“Well, well, well,” Jess smirked, leaning an elbow on the doorframe as he watched you grow shy under his watchful eye, “Pucker up, princess.”

You shoved him slightly, and he almost toppled straight over, “Right, yeah. Like I’d kiss you.”

“Ouch,” Jess pouted, “You wound me.”

“I think your ego can take the hit, Jess,” you bit your lip, overwhelmed both by embarrassment at him joking about kissing you in front of the whole room and the urge to just say “fuck it!” and kiss him.

For a moment he looked genuinely hurt, but he soon resumed his usual nonchalant expression and continue his pursuit outside for a cigarette.

You followed him quickly, scurrying along behind him as he pulled a cigarette from its box and lit it without a moment’s thought once he’d passed the decking.

“Dude—slow down,” you huffed, “You invited me outside and then ran off like you didn’t want me here. What gives?”

Jess rolled his eyes, “Oh please, if you’re going to just question me then do me a favour and go back inside.”

“Woah,” you warned, taken aback by his sudden rude tone when he’d been joking around just minutes prior, “What the fuck is going on here? What have I done in the last 30 seconds that’s pissed you off this badly?”

Jess’ face seemed to drop, like he’d realised he shouldn’t be snapping at you like he was, “It doesn’t matter, Y/N. Just— just go back inside, alright? I’m sorry.”

You weren’t for even a moment going to accept that dismissal, instead sauntering to his side and snatching the cigarette from his fingers to take one single drag.

You didn’t smoke, made abundantly clear by the coughing that followed, so you weren’t sure why you’d so frantically taken it from him.

You shoved it back towards him and he accepted it with a laugh.

“Now you’re laughing? What is up with you?”

Jess rolled his eyes yet again, “I just don’t understand you, Y/L/N.”

You gulped, finally overcoming your coughing fit as your face was lit with confusion, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You came straight over to me when you got here. You giggled and you blushed and you smiled and,” he paused, like he was regretting opening his mouth, before he caved and continued, “And then when everyone’s watching you laugh at the idea of kissing me.”

You scoffed at that, “Says you Mr. ‘Pucker up princess’? Since when did you care if I want to kiss you under the stupid mistletoe or not?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t know… Since the countless fuckin’ weeks I’ve been flirting with you?” he was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, as though what he was saying had been obvious the whole time.

“You tease me, Jess, you don’t flirt with me,” you shrugged, breathing ragged as you pondered what it was he was really saying, “We’re friends and you know I—you just tease me about little things to wind me up. You’ve never ever made any suggestion that you like me.”

“God you’re so oblivious, man,” Jess shook his head, extinguishing his cigarette and tossing it out of sight to step closer to you.

Normally you’d hate the lingering smoke smell, but on Jess it was almost a comfort — though it did nothing to calm your racing heart in this moment.

“I’m hardly good with like, feelings, am I?” he leaned forward, so close you could feel his breath on your face, “I thought I was doing a good enough job at, like, I dunno— I mean I called you princess, for fucks sake. You think I’d do that if I didn’t like you?”

You sighed, “I just assumed you were joking around, trying to make me flustered to get a laugh out of it… I mean, princess? Really? That’s an awful choice and— I just don’t believe for a second that you like me.”

“And why not?”

“I—, well—,”

He didn’t let you fumble over your words any longer, dipping his head to press his lips firmly to yours and pulling you closer to his chest.

“I really do like you Y/N,” he exhaled as he pulled away, his voice quiet and low, “I should’ve made that clearer, and I just got annoyed that the mistletoe could’ve been my chance to kiss you and you blew it off like it was a hilarious idea.”

“Only because you joked like it was!”

“To protect my ego as you so kindly put it,” he quirked his brow, no longer mad and instead still giddy from the kiss, “But I got my kiss in the end, eh?”

You chuckled, “Don’t push your luck, sunshine.”

“You haven’t even told me you actually like me back yet, either,” Jess huffed, and you could detect the faintest pout on his lips as he paused, “This is going to be hard fucking work, isn’t it?”

You leaned in to peck the corner of his lips gently, a small smirk playing on your face, “Mhm. Get used to it, Mariano. ‘Cause I like you too. A whole fucking lot, in fact.”

“Good, now do you fancy going back in there and giving the mistletoe another try? I’m sure it’d spice the party right up.”

You shook your head, eyes rolling at the teasing look on his face, “Let’s just stay out here for now, huh Romeo?”

You were silent for a moment until he kissed you again, hands wrapping around your waist as yours found the back of his neck.

“Sounds good to me, princess.”

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itstheoneshot · 9 months

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Tokyo Nights

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Summary: A wild night out, with an even wilder man. Could anything get any better?

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Alcohol Use, Oral, Unprotected Sex.

Yuta was hot, and boy, did he know it.

He oozed arrogance and dominance in the best way, and you were addicted to him, besotted and drawn in with every word he said, your eyes never leaving him, forever caught in that terrifying gaze.

“Where are we going?” You ask, as Yuta intertwines your fingers to lead you out of the hotel lobby.

You look up at the neon-lit streets of the central Shinjuku area, breathing in the air that you had missed so badly. It had taken a lot to convince your company to send you on another business trip to Japan, having only been here a few months ago, but you were desperate to see the man that you met at a dingy bar one night after a painful meeting on your last trip.

Nakamoto Yuta. A corporate top dog, though you wouldn’t pick it at first glance. He dressed immaculately, but didn’t flaunt his wealth with big emblazoned designer wear, everything he did was subtle. Except for flirt, and give orders, and oh god, did he have you fucking kneeling.

“We’re going to get a drink, kitten,” He replies, “You want a drink, don’t you?”

Your heartbeat is racing in your chest, and you know as much from last time that when he asks you a question like this, it isn’t really up for debate, but a suggestion, both in broken English and in his need to be in charge, you nod meekly at him, playing into the kitten nickname just a little.

“I’d love a drink,” You murmur, “Will you order for me too?”

Yuta looks at you, playfully rolling his eyes as he squeezes your hand gently. Turning to walk you down a dimly lit street, he pauses for a moment in between the streetlights to pull you closer to him.

“Of course I will,” He answers, leaning down to kiss you, a short kiss but it still leaves you breathless, “I’m gonna have so much fun with you tonight.”

It takes all of your strength to stop yourself from crying out as he pulls away, though you whine just loud enough for him to hear, pouting cutely at him as he turns to walk away. You hold his hand tightly, with a skip in your step you only walk a little further before Yuta stops in front of a secluded little bar.

“Our first stop,” He smiles at you, gesturing for you to enter before him, though he doesn’t let go of your hand, “You’ll like it here, it’s intimate.”

Yuta greets the bartender as you walk inside, and you glance around to take everything in. It is smaller than you had expected, with maybe 6 bar stools, and a singular man working behind the bar. You walk to the furthest one, sitting down as Yuta sits beside you, and the bartender looks over just as Yuta lights a cigarette up, holding the pack out for you to take one too.

You do so and he lights it for you as the smoke from his own cigarette filters out from between his lips. The bartender is standing in front of you when you exhale your first drag, and you listen as Yuta orders you each a beer, at least that much you can understand without a second pause for internal translation.

As your drinks are poured, Yuta lets his hand settle on your bare thigh, gripping slightly, though of course you notice. You had not forgotten just how big his hands are, but this was a pleasant reminder, a throwback to the last time you were here, the first time that you met.

The grip he holds to you gets tighter as you both feel the buzz, several drinks in now, twice as many cigarettes when Yuta turns to you suddenly, leaning in for another lingering kiss before pulling away, leaving that same sense of impatience, desire.

“Let’s go now, kitten,” He says, “The night is young, we have so much left to do.”

You have no idea what he means by that, though in seconds you are on your feet, a little woozy but not in a bad way, following him out of the bar and back out into the streets. The alleyway is busier now, more people enjoying the fresh air, and the main streets are even busier. The neon lights feel brighter than before, but the sky is pitch black, so it must just be the contrast.

You aren’t outside for long, soon pulled into a tall building and directed up an escalator to the third floor. You could recognise the sounds from a mile away, and you aren’t afraid to hide the smile on your face as you enter the arcade, the experience is so different with a little booze in your system.

“Show me what you want to win,” Yuta asks you, “I’m a pro, I promise.”

It takes a few minutes, walking up and down the aisles of claw and ufo machines to find something perfect. You know that this won’t be your last stop, so a giant plush toy is out of the question, though you could have screamed when you saw the Gengar one… but you make it to the machines with smaller plush keyrings, and after glancing down at your handbag, decide that would be the best choice for you.

“That one,” You mumble, pointing in front of you at the Hello Kitty toy, “Please, she’s so cute!”

Yuta nods approvingly, not waiting another moment before inserting the required coins, and scoring it on the first go with a skill that you truly could not believe.

“That had to have been a fluke!” You tease him, though you are quietened with another kiss, this time a little deeper, more forceful, yet still not enough.

“You should say thank you,” He warns you, but there is a softness in his gaze that tells you that you aren’t really in trouble, he glances down at the keyring before looking again at you, “And she’s cute, but you are cuter.”

You feel your cheeks burn with a flustered blush, which only deepens as without a second thought, Yuta drops to his knees to clip the key ring onto your bag. It is intimate, far too intimate for the location, and the way that your body reacts has you almost in tears.

Yuta glances up at you expectantly, but is confronted with an expression that he can’t place quite yet.

“Are you okay?” He asks, “What’s on your mind?”

Your mind is racing, one thought over and over again, one thought that may get you in trouble, or drive this beautiful man insane. You aren’t often brave, but maybe it’s the alcohol, or being in a foreign country, but you muster up the courage to reply.

“I thought I’d end up on my knees first tonight,” You smirk at him playfully, watching him bite his lip, his eyes widening as you sentence yourself, “But we still have time for that, don’t we senpai?”

Yuta stands up slowly, his gaze unwavering as he interlocks your fingers with his, and turns with an expectation of you to follow him toward the exit.

“We have plenty of time, kitten,” He replies, his tone far too casual for what he is insinuating, “But I think I’d like to get started early.”

“I’d like that,” You nod eagerly, though you are not quite certain what you are agreeing to, you know that Yuta requires your consent before making any move, “Yes, please.”

After a detour into a convenience store, where Yuta keeps you close as he purchases several alcoholic drinks, all with labels you can hardly read, and soon again you are walking up a backstreet towards an area that you have not been through before. A little lost at first, you soon realise, reading the signs above you as you trail up another street.

Love Hotel.

A new experience for you, on your last trip, Yuta came to your hotel, and you to his apartment, but the desperation calls for a much quicker, easier option than to travel back to where either of you are staying. You are sure that Yuta has one in mind, and you fully give in to follow him toward a dimly lit, but very inviting hotel just ahead.

It takes no time at all to check in, the functions are anonymous, it is so surreal not speaking to a single person at all, but in minutes you have a keycard and a room number and Yuta has you pressed against the wall of the elevator as you travel up to the 8th floor.

“Fuck,” Yuta groans against your lips, “I shouldn’t have waited so long to bring you here, I think I’m going crazy.”

His words, and the deep guttural tone of them, have the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and goosebumps raise on your skin. He is scary when he is desperate, but the fear only makes your wanting grow, the lack of control that you have over the situation now that you have consented is such a turn on for you.

You whimper as the elevator stops, and Yuta quickly pulls away to drag you down the hallway with an ease that tells you he has frequented this hotel many times before tonight, but that does not surprise you in the slightest.

The door is opened and just as quickly shut with you pressed up against it. Yuta’s hand on the door handle, double and triple checking the lock, although of course it doesn’t open without a key, he just needs to be sure. The plastic bag with your cans of drink falls to the floor, all but forgotten as Yuta races to kiss you as if his life depended on it. You don’t even get a chance to look at the room before all of your attention and focus is stolen by the man in front of you.

It is hot, and messy, fumbling hands quick to pull at buttons and fabric, making quick work of undressing the other. The feeling of Yuta’s hands on your skin is electric, his perfectly manicured black nails look so pretty as he lifts a hand to your throat to keep you still, though you wouldn’t dare to move anyway.

“Yuta~” You whine, your words trailing off as his free hand roughly guides your legs apart, you are leaning up on the tips of your toes to make this easier for him, “Oh, fuck.”

One long, slender finger breaches you for the first time, as his other hand tightens slightly around your neck, muffling the moan that escapes you. It takes you back to your last meeting, god, you had missed the way he felt, the way that he worked your body as if it was made for him.

Yuta breaks away from the kiss to lean back and watch you as one finger moves to two, and you try your hardest to match his gaze, though your vision is blurry, and your focus is all over the place with so many things to take in.

The moans that escape you are pitiful, his fingers curl at just the right angle, and you remember just how easily he was able to get you there last time, and pray that tonight will be much the same. You try to pull him closer, chasing the way that his kisses make you feel, but he is so much stronger than you, all he does is laugh at your attempt.

“Oh, kitten,” He murmurs, as you let out a particularly loud cry, and your vision begins to blur, “Are you close? You look like you’re about to cry.”

You whimper pathetically, as your thighs begin to shake, only able to nod, knowing that he won’t be done with you, this is only the beginning. He nods approval only seconds before your high washes over you, with an euphoric buzz that has you reeling, breathing staggered and all a mess.

“Good girl,” Yuta purrs, pulling his fingers out without warning, leaving you bare, “Now I want you on your knees, after your little comment at the arcade.”

Always eager to please, you follow Yuta with wobbly steps as he crosses the room to the bed, noting that he stopped to pick up the bag of drinks, and he places the bag down next to him once he reaches the mattress, where you obediently drop to your knees. You stare up at him wide-eyed, smiling softly as you see the outline of his cock through his slacks. Your hands trail up his thighs to his waistband, nimble fingers making quick work to pull his pants down, exposing the body you fell so damn hard for, and that feeling is only tenfold now.

“You’re so beautiful, Yuta,” You praise him as he moves to sit down on the bed, and you guide his legs apart so you can fit between them, “I’m lucky to serve you tonight.”

Yuta combs his fingers through your hair, guiding you to move closer, his other hand on his cock, stroking slowly to satiate a little bit of his desire before you close your mouth over the tip. You remember how he likes it, messy and deep, and you don’t struggle at all, even when his hips buck and force you to take him in deep enough to make you gag on him.

“Good kitten,” He purrs, “You feel so good.”

Spit pools around the base of his cock as he fucks into your throat, you hollow your cheeks to take him deeper, loving the way that he uses your mouth, knowing what it will get you after this.

You look up as you hear a noise, and see that Yuta has cracked open one of the cans of drink. He takes a sip from it, and then roughly grabs you by the hair to pull you off his cock but keep you still in your position on the floor. He tugs your head back, and you gasp, which gives him the opportunity to do what he had planned, pouring the drink down your throat, overflowing it goes down your neck and your chest. He laughs at you as you cough a little, trying your hardest to swallow before he drags you down onto his cock again. You feel sticky, eyes watering as you try to find that same rhythm that you just had before he gave you the alcohol top-up, fuck, that was hot.

You feel his cock twitch, and know that you have him close, but he pulls you off him before he reaches climax, muttering an I am not done yet as he pulls you on top of him, moving back up the bed to make it more comfortable for you both.

Straddling his hips, you feel his cock, hard and throbbing against you, and you desperately grind on him, wanting to relieve some of the pressure building deep inside your stomach. Yuta chuckles at you out of pity, “Such a slut, you can’t wait to have me inside you, can you?”

You whimper and whine, but don’t hesitate to lift onto your knees to give him the space to line his cock up with your hole. You use all your strength to drop down onto him, taking him all in one swift motion. The sting is harsh at first, but you were more than ready, and needed your fill more than any pain could stop you.

“Fuck, Yuta senpai,” You moan, knowing damn well how much he loves the name, it is what got you here in the first place, “You stretch me out so well.”

He holds your hips to keep you steady as he helps you ride him, slow and sensual, allowing yourself to feel every inch of his cock as you take him in deep, filling you completely, plugging you up just the way you like it.

Yuta grabs you by the throat to pull you down and kiss him, giving him the opportunity to thrust into you from underneath. The new angle has you spiralling, his strength and speed so much more than your own. Your moans mix with his and all you can hear is that and the sound of your bodies connecting over and over again.

Your vision begins to blur when Yuta rolls you over onto your back, making space between your legs to thrust back in only a moment later, not leaving you bare for long enough to slow your orgasm down, you are close, oh god, you are so fucking close.

“Please,” You cry, “Help me, let me cum, please!”

Yuta begins to laugh, but is cut off to moan as your body begins to shake, clenching to him unable to hold back anymore, he moves his hand down to rub circles on your clit, thrusting harshly to help you get there.

Your orgasm breaks through with desperate cries, gasping for air while you see stars. You are not sure at what point Yuta reaches peak too, but you feel his rhythm go off-beat and a warmth spreads as he paints your insides white. You realise now that he didn’t wear a condom, but you’re on the pill, and checked regularly for STDs, so you couldn’t care less as the sex is better than you had even remembered.

“My kitten,” He murmurs as he kisses you, slowing down to a stop, and pulling out of you in a swift movement, “I needed that, needed you.”

You kiss him back, whining softly as you feel his cum drip down between your legs, dying to clean yourself up, but not knowing what the rest of the night is going to entail. You could do with a shower, after having three quarters of a can of alcohol poured over you, and you hope that Yuta wants to, too. The room has a bath in the corner, and Yuta catches you eyeing it off.

“You don’t need to ask,” Yuta chuckles, “Let’s bath, and then we can go out again. I still have to take you clubbing, don’t I, kitten?”

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meabh-mcinness · 8 months

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Do you ever like think of the adult trio doing things related to their respective animal?

Like whenever balam is happy he involuntarily lets out soft peeps that kind like a baby chicken would do?

Does opera make biscuits when they're sleepy?

When there's something that kalego deeply enjoys does his tail pop out unexpectedly and just wags?

Deeply thinking on this matter STFD anon

So my answer to this is yes. Yes, I do think about this. Balam 100% fluffs up when he's happy, Opera purrs and Kalego? Well, Kalego has a little problem with-

Thumping (Naberius Kalego x GN!Reader)

On Earth, it's common knowledge that when scratched correctly, a canine's leg will start uncontrollably thumping. Even with this in mind, you really didn't see coming that the Babyls 'Guard Dog' would have the same issue.

It had been an average weekend when you had discovered a rather interesting titbit about the Naberius clan.

It was a rare day when neither of you had any work to do, and could simply exist as you wanted. Both Kalego and you had been lounging on the couch at the time, you were peacefully on the verge of having a nap and curled into his side as he read. A gentle orchestra played in the background on an enchanted gramophone, a mix of strings and woodwinds playing along with the barely discernable scratching of the needle against the record.

The moment was so tranquil and pleasant that your mind was permanently stuck in that in-between phase in the middle of being asleep or awake. It was why you didn't notice it at first. In your sleepy haze, one of your hands that was draped over his stomach lightly trailed up and down. Tracing non-existent patterns and going no particular way, your hand simply moved — following its own made-up path. Your hand moved closer to his side and continued its aimless wandering there, when suddenly you were more awake than you had been a mere few moments ago.

You blinked, eyes bleary with sleep and confusion running through your brain. You weren't entirely certain what had woken you. In fact, you had no idea at all. One moment you had been dozing peacefully, the next you were staring across the room at the bookcases lined with novels and textbooks you had both collected. Mentally, you shrugged it off and settled back in again. You assumed it had been hypnic jerks, the sudden jerking awake with a muscle movement often accompanied by a sensation of falling. You had simply too close to drifting off to realize if you had moved, and hypnic jerks didn't always include sensations of falling specifically, or sensations at all really. Shifting to get more comfortable, you felt Kalego's arm lift slightly to give you more room to move, before falling gently again around you when you finally settled down.

Once again, you slowly started to drift off, your hand moving once more to continue its aimless wanderings along his side. Tracing your fingers along, you suddenly jerked your eyes open again, only this time you knew why. It hadn't been you that had jerked.

It had been Kalego.

Blinking in confusion, you forced yourself not to give anything away, to continue moving your hand gently along as if you were still drifting off when you felt it again. His leg had moved. Just a quick twitch, but it had moved all right. You buried your face into his side to hide your grin. Who would have thought the great Naberius Kalego — the doom and gloom emperor— would be ticklish? Though you had to admit, it was a bit odd that only his leg had twitched. Generally, someone who was ticklish had a full-body reaction, but you chalked it up to the famous Naberius control he had.

Running your hand into a more deliberate pattern, you trailed it up his side and back down again, being sure to keep your breathing even as if you were still on the verge of sleep. Once more, you felt his leg twitch by your side, and you shifted gears to rub circles occasionally as you moved your hand along his side. The leg twitching grew, and yet he didn't even seem to notice from what you could feel.

As it became more consistent, you suddenly realized something. Kalego wasn't being tickled, he would have gently smacked you upside the head and moved your hand if he was. This seemed more like an unconscious movement that he potentially had no control over. And the movement was so consistent in a way, always just the one leg moving, almost as if- but no, that wasn't possible.

That was such a dog-like thing and while your mate was cursed with dog spirit, he did have some dog traits such as sensitive hearing, and constant snarling (which reminded you of a prickly hissing cat to be honest) along with some other more intimate similarities, you didn't think he would share something so, so mundane. So human world like. After all human world dogs only did it due to the way they were built, the neurons crossing wires they weren't supposed to, and it led to an uncontrollable movement. You didn't have enough experience with Netherworld canines to know if they did the same thing or not, but you wouldn't be too surprised if they did or didn't do it.

Regardless, you never thought the day would come when you learned that Kalego's leg thumped when you pet his sides.

You personally felt like this was such a monumental find in a way. The waspish, no-nonsense guard dog of Bablys thumps his leg like a common canine. You loved it. It was pretty adorable to find out, and you kind of wanted to tease him about it. At the same time, you were certain he would be extremely offended and find some way to turn it on you. The last thing you needed was for him to discover your tickle spots.

A book thumped your head, and you let out an ungraceful squawking noise in surprise. Your hand jerked away from his side to clutch at the back of your head, lifting your face from his side to glare up at his smirking one. As you glared up at Kalego's smirking face, you couldn't help but seize this opportunity to tease him about his unexpected quirk. With a playful glint in your eye, you decided to go for it.

"Kalego, my darling mate," you began, feigning innocence, rolling over on top of him so that you could look him in the eyes, "I must say, I've made a fascinating discovery just now."

Kalego raised an eyebrow, still smirking, but his curiosity was piqued. "And what, pray tell, have you discovered, my dear?"

Leaning in closer, you whispered with exaggerated seriousness, "I've discovered your secret weakness, your Achilles' heel if you will."

His smirk faltered slightly, replaced by a mixture of surprise and annoyance with a bit of confusion. After all, the Netherworld had no concept of the Greeks, much less who Achilles was. Probably for the best, you really didn't want to know what their version of the Trojan horse would be. "And what might that be, exactly?"

You grinned mischievously as you sat up, straddling his hips and pointed back to his leg, which had been twitching all this time. "This," you declared triumphantly, "your leg thumps when I pet your sides. Who would have thought our mighty Naberius Kalego is as ticklish as a common Earth dog?"

Kalego's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he regained his composure. "Nonsense," he huffed, trying to brush off your discovery. "It's just a reflex from staying in one position so long. A need to stretch, nothing more."

You chuckled and decided to push his buttons a bit further. "Oh, come on, Kalego. Admit it. You're not as impervious as you want everyone to believe. You have a soft spot."

He scowled and leaned up closer, his voice dropping to a low, threatening growl. "I suggest you drop this topic immediately, or I might discover your weaknesses as well."

You couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to intimidate you. "Oh, I'm not worried, Kalego. I can handle a little tickling. Don't worry though, this will be our little secret."

Kalego rolled his eyes, but you could see a hint of amusement in them despite his gruff demeanour.

"Though now, I'm really curious," you stated, nails lightly drawing a line from his side down the prominent v-line before stopping right above his pants line where you were sitting. His stomach visibly grew taunt; breath coming out in quickening pants as he started to grasp your intentions.

"If you share this trait with earthen canines," Your finger lightly tapped the bulge forming in the tent of his skirt. "What others do you share?" You looked up and locked eyes with his. A slow smirk grows on your face, as you already know the answer to the question.

"Shall we find out?"

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 11 months

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Genre : fluff, the ending's a bit angsty tho.

Summary : In which you're sick. And Miguel's soft.

Request/idea by: lassiraa (didn;t know if she wanted to be tagged oops)

Wordcount: 1.3k lol

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Miguel glances at his phone yet again, admittedly a little worried. The cute cafe you work at had been busy today, filled to the brim with customers. When you had texted him earlier that you would be late for your movie night, he understood. In return, he had replied that he could eventually pick you up, asking at what time you would be done. You haven't responded though, probably too occupied with cleaning the place.

It's thankfully not too late just yet, but it's started raining dogs and cats since about an hour back. He just hopes you'll catch the bus to HQ.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait all too long, a sudden knock at his door sounding through his room.

His room is admittedly bigger than the other spiders' rooms who stay. His looking more like an apartment, the only thing missing is a livingroom and a diningroom. It's basically a small studio apartment.

It doesn't take him long to open the door. The first thing he notices when he does so is that you're completely drenched.

He sighs as he lets you in.

" Why didn't you take the bus? " He asks, going straight to the point.

" Because I would have to wait more than thirty minutes. Walking was faster. Hello to you too by the way." You roll your eyes.

He doesn't miss the shivering of your body.

" Yeah, hey. You should've called me. " He scolds you, yet again.

" Yeah, yeah. I won't die from a little rain Miguel, relax." You tell him, before sniffing once you've taken your shoes off.

The two of you suddenly find yourself in a bit of an awkward stare. The one where his thoughts are running through his head and you're really trying to figure it out without communicating.

' Yeah. she's going to be sick tomorrow.'

'Bet he's thinking about throwing some pizzas in'

" Are you thinking of pizzas?" You ask him, making him blink.

" Yes, totally. Go shower while I throw them in the oven." He tells you, turning his back to you.

You blink, confused. You don't have a change of your clothes lying around at his place. However, before any words can leave your now opened mouth, a bunch of clothes are thrown at you, along with a towel.

" Just wear my stuff, I don't care. Just don't want your ass sick in the morning." He says, hurriedly walking into the kitchen.

That was a lie, he actually very much does care. Especially about you wearing his stuff.

Miguel is a domestic man, especially after all he's been through. The idea of the two of you hanging out, cuddling up like you sometimes do, whilst wearing his clothes creates a pleasant image in his head.

It doesn't take long before you're out of the shower, and soon enough the two of you are eating pizza whilst arguing over what movie to watch. Eventually (after a whole while, the pizzas are actually already through), the two of you set on watching an action film.

And as the two of you move to sit on his bed like usual, he notices you glancing at him a little more than usual.

" What is it?" He asks as he glances back at you.

" Can we cuddle?" You ask him, biting your lip.

He gives you a smile as he nods.

" Sure."

He hopes you don't notice the slight blush on his cheeks.

When he wakes the next morning, he notices a few things. One, you're pressed up to his side, cuddling into his large frame, your face buried in his chest. Two, how well rested he feels. It's been a good while since he felt like this. And three, you're way too hot to not be sick.

With a soft sigh, he contemplates on his decision. He wants to stay home to take care of you, but he's also supposed to look for anomalies a few floors down.

It's embarrassing how quick he actually manages to make a decision.

Would it even be worth fighting for the multiverse if you aren't in his?

And so he finds himself putting together an amount of hologram screens and such to be able to work from his apartment.

It takes a while before you wake up, but when you do, you merely turn on your ass and fall back asleep in a ridiculous position again. However, not too long after that, you wake again, looking around a little confused whilst you sit up. You wrap the blanket closer around you, wrapping yourself completely up in it with the exception of your face.

" Hm?"

" I feel like a boiled sausage." You grunt in annoyance, before flopping down on his bed again.

He can't help but smile.

" I'm afraid you're sick, Perla." He tells you.

You curl up.

" What? No I'm not. Feel great'." You grumble sarcastically.

He shakes his head.

" What would you like for breakfast?" He asks in return.

You let out a dramatic sigh.

" Nothing, my stumic feels queasy- Wait, since when are you able to work from up here?" You ask, noticing he now actually has a chair in his room. And a desk. And a lot of screens.

" Since today. And still, you should eat." He says as he gets up.

Whilst he walks off to do whatever, you take a moment to study his new set up. You've never really paid any attention to his work before, not really liking 'office work' as you tend to call it. A moment later he returns, a plate with food in hand. He hands it to you wordlessly. You get up from his bed to eat (you're not a psycho).

" Soo, am I helping with work today?" You ask him, leaning onto his chair from behind him. You try to ignore the obvious shivers of your skin. You definitely have a fever.

He glances at you.

" No. You're going to lie down and rest. I'm going to work." He tells you before he gets up.

To your utter suprise, he turns to you, his huge posture suddenly looming over yours. With gentle hands, he leads you backwards to his bed, your knees bending when the back of your legs touch the bed. He bends down to maneuver the rest of your body onto the bed, getting you to lay sideways. He tucks you in aswell, before the two of you end up staring awkwardly at one another yet again.

" G'night." He greets you, before turning to his hologram screens again.

You watch him work for a moment, studying the screens as well. There's nothing interesting currently happening. It doesn't take long before you doze off.

Miguel watches you once you've fallen asleep fondly. He's really falling further and further into the feelings he's hiding for you. In moments like this, he believes he could do it. Maybe he could be happily in a relationship with you while also helping the multiverse. He shakes his head, running his hands over his face before sighing deeply. What the hell is he starting to think about? He's spiderman. He can't have you, no matter how bad he wants you.

With another deep sigh, he makes a hard decision.

He has to create space between the two of you.

[ A/N: Next update'll take a while, I'm on a vacay with my mum for next week so see ya'll after that.]

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfic #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #spiderman across the spider verse #spider man 2099

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magswrite · 5 months

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prompt: locket (december 12th). 837 words. @jegulus-microfic

Sirius doesn't want to run into Regulus. Really—he goes to the edge of the lake for another reason entirely, simply to stretch his legs after a long day. He definitely doesn't wander closer to the edge when he sees his brother lounging against a rock, eyes gazing out to the sun, setting low over the water.

He definitely doesn't curl into Regulus' side when he makes a whistling noise, beckoning Sirius' Padfoot form closer.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus asks, lips pulled into a semblance of a smile.

He scritches Sirius' ears with his left hand, something tangled within the other.

“Where do you come from? We didn't learn about you in Care of Magical Creatures."

Sirius shakes his head slightly, or as much as one can as a dog. It earns an unnerved look from Regulus, who must perceive the action as unnaturally human.

“Nevermind,” he whispers, dropping his hand off Sirius' head. For a moment, Sirius chases it, missing the pleasant feeling of someone's pets—something he attributes to animal instinct.

Instead, he lifts his hands in tandem, fingers wrapped with something silvery and thin. Regulus' eyes flick first between the object, which Sirius still can't identify (at least as a dog), and then back out to the water.

He rests a moment there, before he glances back down at whatever the object is. Then, he extends his arm upward, and the object—a necklace—falls from his fist, glinting in the sunlight.

“Gorgeous,” Regulus states. “Isn't it?”

It takes Sirius a moment to realize he's still talking to him, that no one has joined them on the lake's edge. Sirius does his half-nod again, resting his head onto Regulus' outstretched leg. Animal instinct.

Then, Regulus' smile flickers, infinitesimally. “I think I'm going to give it back.”

Regulus holds the locket lower, as though Sirius would care what it looks like.

(He does, of course—why is his brother so obsessed with some locket?—but Regulus doesn't know that.)

Sirius glances at it, the locket's appearance all too familiar, and he tries to scour his mind for which family heirloom it might be.

“I don't deserve it, really. Not when I can't—”

Regulus' voice comes out as a choke, and suddenly Sirius wishes he weren't a dog. Or that he weren't there. Either way, it feels all too intimate.

“I can't leave,” Regulus states again. “He says that Sirius won't mind, I know but—”

His ears rise instantly, at his own name. Regulus seems to notice, and his hand comes to the back of his ears again, weaving into the fur there.

Regulus wants to leave?

It was only so long ago that he left Grimmauld himself. Sirius didn't take Regulus with him—he knew Regulus wouldn't want to come, anyhow. And it was harder to get the both of them out.

Sirius knew that'd been an assumption, though. That he was wrong, back then, for not asking him to come, too.

“Sirius never asked me, y'know,” Regulus continues. “And...he says Sirius regrets it.”

Sirius suddenly aches not to be a dog. But it's not a transformation he can make, not when Remus still has his secret. Instead, he whines, as though it's any sort of fitting response.

Regulus' eyes snap to him. His eyes are red-rimmed. "You have some sort of opinion, yeah?” He states softly, fingers scratching again. “Dora says I'm overthinking it. Everyone has an opinion,” he grumbles.

Sirius whines again.

“And maybe I am,” Regulus continues. He still holds the locket, dangling it in front of Sirius' nose. He recognizes it from somewhere—he has to, but he can't seem to find it within his mind. “Maybe I am overthinking it. Maybe Sirius will be okay with it, yeah?”

Another whine. Regulus falls silent a moment, eyes soft. Looking at Sirius with some sort of suspicion.

He drops his hand. Curls the locket back up in it. Gently pulls himself away from Sirius, standing as Sirius sits back onto his hind legs, gazing up at Regulus.

Then, Regulus takes the locket, and pulls it back around his neck, tucking it beneath the neckline of his robes so that only the chain is visible, a slight glimmer upon his skin.

“That's what James says, anyway,” Regulus whispers.

He. James.

Regulus starts to walk away, back to the castle, before Sirius can fully process the name. He just sits there, a moment, and watches Regulus' retreating figure, before it hits him like a wave.

He'd been thinking the locket was some old family heirloom—Walburga's or Dorea's, or some other Black widow who'd had it then lost it. But the engravings on the surface were far too plain, for a Black heirloom. And while its silver coloring fit, the stone inlaid in the center didn't—a ruby, more fitting for a Gryffindor than—

Sirius' mind starts back up again, and his legs move after Regulus mindlessly, his bark echoing over the darkening lake.

The locket. It hadn't been a Black family heirloom at all. It hadn't been Walburga's.

It'd been Effie's.

#jegulus #microfic

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kenjakusbraincum · 5 months

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Sukuna brings you the femur bone of anybody who you don’t like or he doesn’t like being around you, why the femur bone you may ask? because it fits in his mouth the best. He’s kinda like a dog bringing a bone in his mouth to his master but would never admit it so you just wake up with a gross wet bone between you and Sukuna in bed, not a pleasant thing to wake up too

PLEASE I LOVE THIS SM!!! It's a love language to Sukuna but completely weird to you. Still you don't want to reject him and make him feel bad about things he likes to collect!! So you play along and say something like omg what a ... cool... bone! And Sukuna chooses to be oblivious and interpret it as you genuinely liking the bone, so he brings you more bones!

Sukuna also loves to munch on those bones like a snack, especially when they're fresh and juicy. I can imagine watching him eat that and thinking man this man has a BITE. He has a JAW. How strong does he have to be to break down bones with a single bite and eat them like they're nothing? And Sukuna notices you staring and offers you the bone and asks, "Want some?", and you're like haha... I'd like to keep my teeth thanks. And he's like want me to chew it up for you?

And suddenly I'm really wondering what bones taste like

#asks

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troutfur · 7 months

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If we’re going with indulgences today and Ravenpaw content.

Prompt: FireRaven + ��Sorry I got blood on your nose” “You just took on four cats by yourself and that’s what you’re concerned about?” “Well, I can’t compare to legendary adder killer”

JASPER I'M SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER ON THIS!

I've owed you this for 2 months and a half, but I just haven't been able to get my groove back writing-wise in so long. Hopefully the calm-wrimo ficlets can help combat that.

(If anyone wants to get a ficlet ~500 words I'm aiming to do one daily for all of November. Please do check my guidelines here but other than that submit as many as you'd like. I still got plenty of spots open.)

Let me offer thee:

It was over as fast as it’d begun. The sudden silence as the raiding party retreated left only a faint lingering ring in Ravenpaw’s ears. Gradually, as the adrenaline coursing through his veins diluted into his bloodstream, it dissipated, letting the sensations of the forest come back to him. The booming beats of his heart were first. Then came his labored breaths. Every spiked hair along his back began to fall into position and his raised hackles began to feel uncomfortable to maintain.

“Sorry I got blood on your nose,” came Firepaw’s mew, from his side.

Ravenpaw startled, only now noticing the red stream that was running down the side of his muzzle. “You just took on four cats by yourself and that’s what you’re concerned about?” he asked. It came a little forceful out his muzzle, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a warm glow rising at his friend’s concern. A feeling that mixed with a certain amount of bafflement.

“Oh that?” Firepaw mewed. “Well, I can’t compare to a legendary adder killer.”

Ravenpaw gave a little gulp at that and tried to act nonchalant by licking off the bloodstain. “...I, well, I suppose...” He spluttered a few more meaningless sounds as he thought of what to say in response. It’d been no big deal, really, just a dumb risk that’d paid off. But for Firepaw to compliment someone so foolish, so reckless, so utterly--

“Here,” Firepaw said with a helpful lick that snapped Ravenpaw back from the realm of his thoughts to the forest. Coming closer, Firepaw fixed his paws around Ravenpaw’s neck and continued washing Ravenpaw’s face.

A purr rumbled in the jett-black apprentice’s throat as he relaxed. Let others around them buzz with worry, taking headcounts of the cats currently present and making plans already for their rebuilt defenses. After the single-minded rush of battle Ravenpaw only wanted to bask in this much more pleasant sensation that enveloped him.

Firepaw gave a chirping mew as he noticed. “There we go!” Firepaw said. “Much more like the Ravenpaw I like.”

A hot sensation spread all across Ravenpaw’s cheeks which he channeled as he began clumsily licking back at Firepaw’s own face.

“Hey! Hey!” Firepaw protested, raising his paws in mock defense as he gave out a giggle. “Ugh, you’re like a dog!”

At that Ravenpaw took offense and gave his friend a light shove backwards. “Hey! Some respect you show the ‘legendary adder killer’!”

The two of them devolved into a playfight right then and there. As they tossed and turned in the dirt the last of the tension of the battle melted straight away. Their swipes turned lazier and their dodges clumsier the more they kept at it until they both collapsed onto their backs giggling messes.

They remained there without much of a concern in them until Tigerclaw’s growl snapped them back into reality. Snapping back into his feet in an instant, Ravenpaw hung his head in shame but before he had any time to lecture his apprentice a booming voice rippled across camp.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!” Bluestar called.

Suddenly at attention the whole Clan gathered and Ravenpaw looked on to his denmate who bounded off with great enthusiasm to be given his next task with which to serve ThunderClan.

#fireheart #firestar #ravenpaw #fireraven #warrior cats #wc

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taeyongdoyoung · 2 years

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summary: an unexpected text message from chan leads to minho’s family gaining a new member. but when feelings get in the way, minho starts wondering if four can be a magic number, too...

pairing: human owner!minho x cat hybrid!felix x cat hybrid!reader x hamster hybrid!jisung

genre: angst if you squint, fluff, smut

warnings: mentions of past abuse (e.g. beating, yelling, mentions of blood, injuries, abandonment), swearing, kissing, tickling, implied hacking, hugging, slight jealousy, biting, grinding, master/sir kink, fingering, eating out, hair-pulling, choking, unprotected sex/creampie, cum-stuffing, overstimulation, aftercare, cheating (but not really?), handjob, finger-sucking, blowjob, size kink, praise kink, corruption kink, hickeys, begging, edging, bondage (with a belt), tons of pet names, silly jokes & the L-word (pls lmk if i missed anything triggering)

author’s note: the title is once again inspired by the neighbourhood’s song softcore; there are lots of references to real-life skz quotes (if that makes you uncomfortable, don’t read), as well as batcat, rihanna, the originals, tiktoks, memes, you name it

word count: 8.1k

part one

chan & seungmin’s story

changbin, hyunjin & jeongin’s story

Lee Know's POV

If Minho could choose one word to describe his life, it would be the word perfect. After having adopted the cat hybrid Y/N and the hamster hybrid Jisung, he finally had something to look forward to before going home. He felt like through them, he had found his purpose. Before, it was just the same old monotonous existence: eat, sleep, work, repeat. But when he was blessed by Jisung and Y/N's pleasant company, his heart had grown in size. He couldn't remember what it was like before they'd become a crucial part of his life. Looking after them gave him more meaning than any other activity. And what made him even happier was how much affection they had for each other.

One evening, he got a really shocking text message from his best friend Chan. As a fellow hybrid owner, Minho could often confide in him and he believed Chan understood him better than anyone.

My only hyung 🐺: Minho, I need your help! I was driving and suddenly something jumped in the middle of the road. Luckily, I managed to stop in the last second. When I got out of my car, I saw this kid who looked like he'd been abused and then abandoned. His entire face and body were covered in blood. I think he's a cat hybrid. I would take him home but I'm afraid Seungmin, being a dog hybrid and all that, will scare him even further. Can you give him a place to crash? Just for one night, I'll figure something out tomorrow.

Minho quickly responded that he's on his way and hurriedly grabbed his car keys. When he finally arrived at the location Chan had sent him, Minho noticed that his friend had managed to help the cat hybrid by wrapping some bandages to the best of his abilities and putting some ointment from the first aid kit.

"Wait, why didn't you drive him to a hospital?" Minho wondered.

"He kept frantically repeating no hospitals. Maybe he's afraid the ones who did this to him will find him easily, I don't know."

"Fucking assholes," Minho grunted.

"Language!" Chan scolded his younger friend.

"So, what now?"

"It's getting pretty late and the kid can use some sleep. You can drive him to your apartment, right?"

"Sure. I doubt Jisung and Y/N would mind."

"Besides, it's just for one night," Chan reminded him. "We'll look into this further and hopefully, find him a caring home."

Minho nodded absent-mindedly. He didn't even know the cat hybrid's name and yet he already wanted to keep him. For more than one night.

Felix's POV

Felix couldn't stop himself from shivering. He wasn't particularly cold but he was terrified of what this new guy who'd just appeared out of nowhere might do to him. Wherever he went, there was no escape from humans. His owners had been the worst, always beating him and yelling at him. When they decided to ditch him in some forest, he was actually happy that he would be free from them. Sure, his bones hurt like hell but at least, now they could no longer touch him. But then, the hunger arrived and Felix thought it would be a great idea to ask a random stranger for a snack. Only...things didn't work out the way he'd hoped they would.

"Do you have a name?" the guy driving the car asked.

"F-felix," he replied.

"Well, Felix, it doesn't look like you've had a particularly happy life. But I hope I can change that."

Felix shuddered at the thought. The only thing that would make him happy was to be left alone.

"I'm Minho, by the way."

"I know, Chan-hyung told me as much."

Though he hadn't spent that much time with Chan, Felix knew he'd miss him. He was so kind and gentle to him. Why did he have to leave him in the hands of this new guy who looked like he could eat him for dinner?

"Don't worry, you'll see him again," Minho said, as if he'd read Felix's mind.

"I will?"

"Duh, he's my best friend. And I'm sure he wants what's best for you."

"Why did he leave me to you, then?" Felix asked, assuming that Minho wasn't it.

"I'll show you."

And show him, he did. Upon walking inside Minho's apartment, Felix was immediately greeted by three lovely creatures rubbing against his legs.

"You have a lot of cats," Felix pointed out dumbly.

"I have a thing about strays," Minho smirked. "And you haven't even seen Y/N, she's just like you."

"You...have a cat hybrid?" Felix was pleasantly surprised he would meet another of his kind.

"Have is probably not the right word. She's my girlfriend."

"Oh."

"And you'll also meet Jisung, he's my boyfriend."

"Is he...also a hybrid?" Felix guessed correctly.

"Let's just say...I hope you don't eat hamsters."

"Relax, that's not my cup of tea," Felix chuckled. "Do you have anything sweet, though?"

"How do you feel about brownies?"

Felix's eyes lit up with excitement. Okay, maybe staying here wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Reader's POV

"We'll have a new hybrid friend?" you beamed happily when Minho shared the news with you and Jisung.

"I mean...Chan said it'll only be for one night but when have I ever done as Chan said?"

"Like, never," Jisung snorted.

"Exactly. Do you guys want to meet him now or in the morning?"

"Are you kidding? I can't wait that long!" you squealed.

"Yeah, but you gotta be really careful, he's been through some bad shit."

"So have we," Jisung reminded him. "Don't worry, we'll make him feel at home."

Minho led you and Jisung to the kitchen where the new hybrid was munching on some brownies, an adorable grin splattered on his face.

"Hi, I'm Y/N and this is Jisung!" you chirped impatiently, announcing your presence.

The hybrid flinched, surprised by the warm welcome. Soon enough, he recovered from the brief shock and introduced himself, as well.

"Hello, I'm Felix. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Jisung added. "Um, how are you feeling?"

Felix looked down at himself, as if to subtly point out the wretched state he was in.

"I mean...I've had worse."

"Sorry, my social skills are kinda rusty," Jisung scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"That's alright. Honestly, I'm too tired to maintain a conversation so I'll probably pass out in a bit."

"Oh, that's perfectly understandable," you replied. "We didn't want to disturb you, Felix."

"We'll talk again tomorrow, yeah?" Felix needed to make sure.

"Anytime you want," you reassured him. "Get some rest."

"Good night, then," Jisung responded, a bit crestfallen because of the brevity of their first encounter with Felix.

Han's POV

"So much for making him feel at home," Jisung sighed when he was alone with Y/N.

"Hey, it took you some time to open up, as well. Don't overthink it, I'm sure things will gradually get better."

"Overthinking is my middle name, sweetheart," Jisung rolled his eyes and kissed her cheek playfully.

"Yeah, well, being there for you is mine," she giggled and squeezed him into a tight hug.

"That's one hell of a long middle name, but I'll let it slide 'cause you're adorable."

"Damn right, I am," Y/N smirked and let her boyfriend (well, one of them) rest his head on her tummy, as she caressed his fluffy hair.

"If anyone told me I would live with two cat hybrids and three cats a year ago, I wouldn't have believed them," Jisung mused out loud.

"If anyone told me I would resist the urge to devour your sweet cheeks, I wouldn't have believed them, either," Y/N joked.

"Not funny."

"Admit it, you like my depraved sense of humour."

"I don't know how I'm letting you get away with this."

"Oh, you think you have power over me, ahjussi?" she teased him relentlessly.

"Yah, who are you calling ahjussi?" Jisung groaned and suddenly, instead of using her belly as a pillow, he started attacking her with tickles.

"Stahppp," Y/N pleaded through her laughter. "Okay, okay, I take it back."

"How am I to be addressed?"

"HANdsome (pun-intended 😉), you like to be called handsome."

"Do you need another reminder?"

"Nope, I learned my lesson, handsome," Y/N insisted, admitting defeat.

Finally, Jisung mercifully stopped tickling her and soon enough, they were back to cuddling.

Lee Know's POV

The following morning, Minho had just finished preparing the breakfast for his family when the doorbell rang. He hurried to open and was greeted by his best friend Chan.

"What are you doing here so early?"

"Listen, I looked into the hybrid owners database and managed to find the address of the monsters who tormented Felix and then ditched him in the middle of nowhere."

"I mean...that's great but did you get any sleep?" Minho was worried for his friend's health. "Also, how on earth did you get access to the hybrid owners database?"

"I...have my ways. And there was no time for sleep. We have to hurry and put them on trial for their abusive behaviour. If Felix testifies-"

"Whoa, there! Aren't you getting ahead of yourself? I mean, we gotta ask Felix what he wants."

Minho gently knocked on the room Felix was currently occupying. Since they wanted to make his first night at the new place as comfortable as possible, Y/N generously offered her own room and stayed with Jisung. Knowing them, Minho was certain they felt more than happy together.

"Good morning, Felix. Someone's here to see you," Minho announced as soon as Felix opened the door.

The younger boy shivered, probably expecting his owners had come for him.

"Please, don't let them take me away," he sobbed.

"What? No one's taking you anywhere without your consent. Chan-hyung wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh. Okay," Felix's tensed muscles visibly relaxed and he followed Minho out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Hey, little one," Chan greeted Felix affectionately. The cat hybrid excitedly ran towards Chan so that he could be closer to him. Minho marveled at the immediate connection between his best friend and the younger boy. He hoped with time, Felix would warm up to him, as well. "How are you holding up?"

"Much better than yesterday, hyung," Felix grinned. "What did you want to tell me?"

"I found your former...well, you know. I was wondering if you would like to sue them. If we take photos of your injuries and get your testimony, I'm sure justice will prevail and they will be punished for their wrongdoings against you."

"I can't face them again. Not in court, not ever, Please, don't make me-"

"Don't worry," Minho intervened passionately. "We won't force you to do anything. Right, hyung?"

Chan, who had spent the entire night looking for those terrible people, seemed a bit disappointed by the outcome. However, he realized how traumatic this can be for Felix, and nodded.

"Of course not."

Felix beamed and said:

"I'll go wash up but I'll be right back."

"So, what are we going to do now?" Chan inquired, lowering his voice. "We have to find him a home."

"Look around. This is a perfectly respectable home," Minho reasoned.

"No offense, but you already have a lot on your plate. Two hybrids, not to mention three cats. Are you sure you can handle another hybrid?"

"I don't see why not," Minho shrugged.

"Still, I would like to make things easier for you. How about shared custody over Felix?"

"But, hyung, it's not like we're divorced," Minho scoffed.

"Are you going to accept my help or are you going to argue over semantics?" Chan asked with a serious tone.

"Fine, Felix can stay with you occasionally. But what are you going to do about Seungmin and Maple?"

"If you managed to discipline Y/N to not scare Jisung, I'm confident I can do the same with-"

"With your hellhounds?" Minho finished the sentence.

Chan sighed but before he could reprimand his friend for being a dick, Felix returned from the bathroom.

"I have returned from the water realm," Felix announced cheerfully, his hair slightly wet and his bare face adorned with little stars. Minho couldn't stop himself from staring at him.

Felix's POV

Felix noticed there was an awkward silence that had befallen between Minho and Chan, so he wondered if they had been talking about him. Had they been discussing his fate? Were they going to put him up for adoption in one of those shelters for hybrids?

"What's up? Cat got your tongues?" Felix joked in an attempt to dissolve the tension in the room.

"We're going to make you an offer," Minho said. "You can...stay with me for some time and you can also stay with Chan-hyung."

"What's the alternative?" Felix inquired sadly.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Chan was confused.

"Are you going to ask someone else to adopt me?"

"Only if that's what you want," Minho explained. "We would like to look after you, if you'll allow us."

"But...why?" Felix, who had been through so much pain, couldn't afford to allow himself to hope, to dream of a better future. One where he didn't have to live in fear. One where he would feel safe at all times. He couldn't afford it and yet, it was so tempting.

"Because you deserve your life to be true to your name, Felix," Minho smiled gently. "Scratch that, even if you had a different name, we would still like to help you lead a happy existence."

"I couldn't agree more. We are here for you, Felix. We will always be here when you need us," Chan insisted and Felix couldn't stop his tears from coming out of his eyes. He was so touched by their kindness and caring words that he no longer cared if he would get hurt again. He just wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as possible. And even if it ended, he would still treasure it forever.

"Then, if you'll have me, I would like to stay," Felix cried out and rushed into Minho and Chan's arms. Minho caressed his head softly, while Chan stroked his back.

"You'll always have a home with us, kitten," Minho promised.

"I'm not gonna leave you behind," Chan whispered.

And Felix, despite everything he'd endured, despite his brain screaming at him not to trust humans ever again, instinctively knew they were telling the truth.

Reader's POV

Soon enough, you noticed that Felix gradually started to open up. At first, you welcomed his warm side and spent a lot of time baking with him or watching movies together or going to the park. The fact that you two were cat hybrids naturally made you bond closer. In addition, Felix and you adored playing with Minho's cats, as it was a shared activity you both enjoyed very much. However, as the days went by, you realized that Minho had become less and less attentive towards you and Jisung. He barely talked to you anymore. It was as if Felix was the air he breathed. You wondered if Jisung shared your observations. However, Felix was such a sweetheart it was impossible to hate him. And yet, your jealous side had come to the surface and it was refusing to crawl back down. So, during the rare moments when your human boyfriend decided to grant you with his divine presence, you decided to ignore him and see how long it would take for him to notice something was wrong.

One afternoon, while Jisung and Felix were playing video games, Minho tried to strike up a conversation with you.

"Hey, kitten, what are you doing?"

You stared at the TV, not reacting to his question in any way.

"Is it that interesting?" Minho asked with suspicion but to your misfortune, it was just the ads. There wasn't anything engaging to use as an excuse.

Still, you remained silent.

"Are you...mad at me?" he kept trying to coax an answer out of you.

Yet again, you said nothing.

"Fine, don't talk to me," Minho rolled his eyes.

Uh-oh. You had hoped he would quickly realize why you were acting like this, but instead, you'd made him upset. Instantly, you felt guilty for briefly giving him the silent treatment and figured it wouldn't solve anything. So, if you wanted things to change, you would have to communicate your feelings.

"I'm not angry at you, I'm angry at myself," you whispered nervously.

"What happened?" Minho inquired.

"It's stupid, really," you mumbled.

"Hey, no, don't do that," he scolded you gently. "Tell me what's up."

"It's just...ever since Felix got here, you barely talk to me and Jisung. And I guess I was feeling a little left out and...jealous," you finally admitted.

"Oh, kitty-cat, why didn't you just say so?" Minho sighed and stroked your hair. "I promise you I'll try my best to spend more time with you. Besides, Chan-hyung's been on my ass for weeks, begging me to let Felix stay at his place more often. I never meant to hurt you, though."

"It's not your fault. I guess I got a bit insecure, because Felix is so nice and funny, so I kept thinking you no longer cared about me."

"Believe me, I will never stop caring about you. The only reason why I paid more attention to Felix recently is because I felt like he needed me, while you and Jisung have each other."

"Just because we have each other doesn't mean we don't need you."

"I'm right here. Don't ever doubt the capacity of my heart again."

"I will have that in mind," you smiled and buried your head into his chest.

Minho allowed this tenderness to happen for the briefest of seconds and then, kissed you passionately, biting on your lower lip. You wrapped your hands around his neck because you desperately needed something to ground you.

"Fuck, how I've missed this," you whispered the thoughts you'd been keeping to yourself into his mouth.

"All you need to do is ask," he smiled and pushed your body against the couch, using one hand to hold your wrists. Simultaneously, he grinded against you, making you all hot and bothered. He wanted you to crave him and you weren't sure how long you'd be able to resist the urge to beg. "Do you remember our first meeting?"

You blinked, a bit confused why he was bringing this up in such a situation, but decided that if you wanted to receive what you had been yearning for, you would have to play by his rules.

"How could I forget? It was quite literally a life-changing experience," you smiled.

"When I told you my name, what did you ask me?" Minho kept insisting.

"Um, I...got surprised you wanted me to call you by your name. And I wondered whether you'd prefer to be addressed as something else, like master or sir."

"And what did I tell you after that, kitten?"

"Not in this context, no," you quoted him correctly. "Wait, why are you asking me about this right now?"

"Come on, angel, I know you're smarter than that."

The epiphany suddenly hit you. And you were overcome by a strong fit of laughter.

"Oh. OH, you want me to call you-"

"If you don't like it, I won't force you to-" Minho responded grumpily, as if embarrassed because of your giggles. As if he thought you were making fun of him, which was so far from the truth.

"I never said I don't like it...master," you dutifully purred.

"Fuck, what are you doing to me?" Minho groaned and kissed you once again, more fervently than ever. Then, before you could argue (not that you had any reason to do so), he slid his hand inside your shorts, meaning to touch you rightaway. "Wet already?"

Though he phrased it like a question, it was more of an observation.

"That all for me, baby?" another inquiry with a self-explanatory answer, so you didn't bother responding. However, Minho considered your silence to be very rude, considering how nicely he was treating you and working towards your pleasure. "I asked you a question, darling."

"Yes, it's all for you, sir," you whimpered helplessly.

"That's what I like to hear," Minho smirked and continued rubbing your folds until you saw stars in broad daylight. A couple of moments later, you begged:

"Please, let me suck you off, master, please?"

"Nuh-uh, some other time. You thought I wasn't giving you enough attention? Well, I'm intent on proving you wrong."

"But-" you opened your mouth but you were immediately cut off.

"Good kittens don't oppose their masters. Are you going to be a good kitten?"

"Yes, sir, I promise," you practically mewled.

"That's what I thought," Minho grinned and pulled your shorts, along with your panties, to your ankles. Then, he dived his head between your legs and began licking your pussy like he'd been starving for ages. The pressure building up was so strong you had to grip his hair. You were grateful he didn't scold you for it.

"M'so close," you cried out.

He didn't register your words and just kept attacking you with his tongue until you came for the second time. After giving you some time to recover, Minho wanted to know:

"Can you take one more for me, sweetest?"

"Please, I need you inside me, master," you sighed wistfully.

"There's my good girl," he praised you and quickly unzipped his jeans. Opening your legs wider for him, he entered you in one swift motion, causing you to gasp. He looked worried for a second, but you hurried to reassure him:

"You can move, Min, I'm okay."

"I haven't even fucked you dumb yet and you already forgot how to address me," Minho tsked with disappointment in his voice. Then, he wrapped his hand around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you feel lightheaded but not tight enough to actually endanger your life. "Do you need a reminder?"

"No, sir, I'm sorry, sir," you managed to croak out. He seemed satisfied and loosened his grip on your neck, focusing on his own needs for once. And he started moving inside you, gripping your thighs so that your legs were resting on his shoulders. At first, he kept a steady pace, not too fast and not too slow. But then, as he got closer to his own high, his movements became more erratic and sporadic.

"I can pull out if you-" Minho as a way of warning you he was close.

"Fill me up, please, master, I want it," you begged and as soon as you'd given him the green light, he came inside you. Your third orgasm arrived seconds later, shattering you completely and irrevocably. Staying inside you a couple more moments and then, Minho withdrew from you. As your leg muscles relaxed, you could see his cum threatening to spill out of you. However, your boyfriend seemed to have other plans. Using his long fingers to gather some of it, he stuffed you full once more.

"Can't let it go to waste, kitten," he said with a wink. Nevertheless, what seemed like a simple process soon turned into him trying to send you over the edge again. But you were too sensitive and no longer felt pleasure from it, so you started crying.

"S'too much, please, stop, I can't," you slurred. Minho's fingers immediately left you and he scooped you up into a hug.

"Oh dear, my gorgeous girl, did I hurt you?"

"No, it's just...I couldn't...I'm sorry," you sobbed.

"Don't ever apologize to me, yeah? You did nothing wrong, I should have stopped earlier. Guess I was too greedy for you, huh?"

You chuckled lightly and were on the verge of melting when he kissed your cheek softly.

"What do you need? A warm bath? Sleep?"

"Both, but can you first hold me for a while? I don't have the energy to move."

"Anything you wish, my angel," Minho promised and cuddled you gently.

Han's POV

"Ugh, I wish these walls were soundproof," Jisung groaned loudly.

"I think they're pretty cute," Felix shrugged.

"They've been at it like rabbits for hours," Jisung rolled his eyes. "We should steal a strand of Minho's hair, run a DNA test and check if he has some bunny hybrid blood in his ancestry."

Felix giggled at his friend's humorous suggestion.

"I don't know about that but I think Minho-hyung definitely has something feline in him."

Jisung chuckled as well and gave Felix a high five for playing along.

"I'm glad they made up, though."

"They fought?!" Felix was visibly confused by this information.

"Well, not really, but I could tell Y/N was kinda upset Minho's been paying so much attention to you," Jisung explained patiently.

"Wait...then, why aren't you mad? I mean, he's your boyfriend, too."

"I don't get jealous because I know Minho'll always be on my side. No matter what," Jisung replied confidently.

"Oh," Felix murmured with longing. "It must be nice to have that special someone. I think all three of you are so lucky."

"Do you want to experience it, as well?" Jisung immediately caught on, successfully sensing Felix's emotions.

"What do you have in mind?" Felix asked curiously.

"Just follow my plan and you'll see," Jisung smirked, a brilliant idea already forming in his head.

Later, Jisung approached Minho with an unusual question.

"Do you even know the meaning of jealousy, honey?"

"What are you talking about?" Minho's brows furrowed, as this inquiry came out nowhere.

"I have a theory there are only three emotions living inside you. Happiness, sadness and anger," Jisung began putting his plan in motion.

"That's not true, I also have...you know how I feel about you and Y/N," Minho replied vaguely. "Don't make me say it."

"Okay, okay," Jisung raised his arms in pretend surrender. "Next question."

"What is this, a job interview?"

"Will you hear the question or not?" Jisung insisted, getting slightly aggravated by his boyfriend.

Minho nodded unwillingly.

"Hypothetically speaking, what would you do if I kissed Felix?"

Minho tried to not appear surprised.

"I would hypothetically shrug it off," he responded calmly.

"You wouldn't get angry or accuse me of cheating?" Jisung eyed him suspiciously.

"It's technically not considered cheating," Minho narrowed his usually wide eyes.

"Care to explain what you mean by that?"

"I mean...if we leave the whole discourse of whether kissing is cheating aside, I wouldn't view it as cheating because I would know about it beforehand. Why would you ask me something like that unless you were already planning on kissing Felix? Hypothetically, of course."

Jisung appeared satisfied with Minho's answer so he kept going. He was so close to making everyone in this home happier than ever.

"And would you hypothetically kiss Felix, as well? If given the opportunity."

"Only if he wants me to kiss him," Minho, forever the king of consent, replied.

"Perfect!" Jisung was beaming with excitement and finally disclosed the first step of his grand scheme. "Then, we can both start courting him! In a totally real, non-hypothetical way."

"Aren't you forgetting something important?" Minho was quick to dissolve the fantasy that Jisung had already painted in his mind. "What would Y/N think about all this?"

"Trust me, she's totally whipped for Felix," Jisung waved him off. "But she probably won't do anything about it 'cause she'll think of it as betraying us. So, if we make our advances obvious enough, she might grow bolder when it comes to her interest in Felix."

"Are you suggesting we trick her?"

"It's not really tricking someone if it's for the common good," Jisung insisted.

"What about Felix? Do you think there's a chance of our affections for him being...requited?"

"My hamster hybrid senses are tingling, so I'm pretty sure he'll fall for us if he hasn't already."

"There is no such thing as hamster hybrid senses, you just made that up, honey," Minho called out his boyfriend lovingly.

Felix's POV

Felix noticed that his Minho-hyung and Jisung had started acting different around him. Whenever Minho had cooked meat, he would give Felix the best pieces. Felix felt this was unfair so he always tried to share his pieces with Y/N but she didn't seem to mind that Felix was getting special treatment and yet, expressed her opinion that she preferred milk. Minho would also bring him random gifts even if there wasn't a particular occasion. As for Jisung, while he previously spent a lot of time in the room he was sharing with Y/N, he would now visit Felix quite often. Before that the two boys would mostly play video games together or watch movies, but now Jisung appeared intent on complimenting him 24/7 and saying weird stuff about the stars on his face. All of this made Felix feel quite flustered. On the one hand, he was enjoying all the attention the older boys were giving him. On the other hand, he felt slightly guilty because he didn't want his Y/N-noona to get upset like before. She was always so kind to him, letting him rant about how terrible his life had been before. Felix thought she was a great listener.

One afternoon, while Felix was minding his own business, making cookies, as one does, he felt unexpected movement behind him, followed by Minho wrapping his arms tightly around his back.

"W-what are you doing, M-minho-hyung?" Felix stammered in surprise.

"I'm just hugging you from behind. Is that okay with you?" Minho's velvety voice responded in a perfectly composed manner.

"I mean...yeah. It was just a bit sudden."

"Sudden?" Minho scoffed mockingly. "Don't pretend you have no idea what you're doing to me."

Felix felt something hard pressing against his ass and his cheeks flushed with colour. He gulped nervously, unable to think logically.

"Hyuuung," Felix whined. "This isn't right."

"Relax, I won't do anything to you. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Felix clung onto that one word like it was a straw and he was a drowning man.

"Unless you want me to do something to you. Unless you ask me nicely."

"It's not that I don't want you, hyung," Felix semi-confessed. "But you're dating Jisung and Y/N..."

"They'll be fine with it, trust me," Minho tried to reassure the younger boy.

"They will?" Felix asked doubtfully.

"I'm sure they like you, too. The question is, what do you like? Or perhaps, who?"

Felix finally gathered the courage to turn around and face Minho as he said the following words:

"I like you. And Y/N-noona. And Jisung. I like everyone. Is that...greedy of me?"

Felix looked down in shame, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the fact he'd spoken his most intimate thoughts out loud. Minho, however, seemed to have another preference, so he used one finger to lift Felix's chin up.

"It's not. It just means you have great taste," Minho announced triumphantly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Y-yes, please."

Minho didn't wait any longer and he pressed his lips against Felix's, gently exploring his mouth with his tongue. Felix felt like if he didn't grab something, he would pass out, so he wrapped his hands around Minho's neck, pulling him closer. Air was optional. Felix was willing to drown into the depth of this kiss. Minho was the first to put distance between their mouths but only because there was so much more he wanted to do to and with Felix.

"Can I touch you?"

"You can do anything to me," Felix immediately agreed without thinking and Minho didn't need to be told twice. He sneaked his hand inside Felix's pants and wrapped it around his semi-hardened length, stroking him effortlessly until Felix was moaning into Minho's neck and begging for the sweet release to come faster.

"Pleeease, I'll be good, please let me come," he whined.

"Do you like being that loud? Do you get off on thinking Jisung and Y/N may hear you?"

Felix immediately froze. Even though Minho had told him his boyfriend and girlfriend wouldn't mind, he still felt like he was doing something forbidden. But his neediness was stronger than any shame he might have experienced.

"Shut me up, then," he challenged with a mischievous grin.

Minho chuckled, amused by Felix's behaviour.

"You don't know what you just signed up for," he warned threateningly. Felix thought he was devastatingly handsome. Then, Minho stuck two of the fingers on his free hand into Felix's mouth. "Now be a good boy for me, suck on them and keep quiet for me, yeah?"

Felix nodded dutifully and focused his attention on successfully achieving the task at hand (pun-intended). Before he could get them wet enough, Minho increased the speed of his other hand's movements. Soon enough, Felix released himself, probably making a huge mess.

"What do you want to do next?" Minho asked.

"I want to make you come in my mouth," Felix said directly. His initial hesitation and stammering had somehow vanished.

"Felix, you don't have to-" Minho started, overwhelmed by Felix's determination.

"I know. But I still want to," Felix insisted and dropped on his knees, pulling Minho's jeans down. He couldn't stop his jaw from dropping upon seeing the size of it.

"Aww, what's wrong, sweetie?" Minho cooked mockingly. "Afraid it won't fit?"

"We'll make it fit," Felix replied bravely and began running his tongue up and down Minho's length. Then, he hungrily sucked on the tip, swirling his tongue around and trying to figure out what worked best for Minho.

"Shit," he groaned with pleasure and dug his nails into the scalp of Felix's hair.

Felix smirked at the revelation he was doing a good job and kept repeating the same movements, occasionally trying to fit more of it into his mouth. No matter how hard he tried, though, Felix couldn't take it all but he decided that was an aim for another day. His current goal was to make Minho come. He sucked on it more passionately and began humming against his cock, the vibrations sending bursts of pleasure to Minho's brain. Soon enough, Minho reached his high, barely managing to stand straight. However, he pulled away too quickly and before Felix could close his mouth, some of Minho's cum began spilling out of his mouth, mixed with Felix's drooling. The younger boy looked up at his hyung.

"Did I do good?" he asked with pleading eyes.

"You did great, Lix. You're the best boy," Minho caressed his cheek, ruffled his hair and helped him up on his feet, grabbing some tissues to gently wipe Felix's mouth. That was the action that brought Felix back to reality. And he noticed something very concerning.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed in a panicked tone.

"What's wrong?" Minho was worried he'd done something to hurt this precious angel.

"My cookies. They burned," Felix explained with a sad expression.

Reader's POV

You only wanted to get some milk from the fridge. You didn't expect to hear all these sounds and see all these interesting things in the kitchen. You stayed there for a couple of moments wondering if they'd notice you but Minho and Felix seemed too preoccupied with...whatever they had going on. What confused you to no end was that you didn't feel any jealousy upon witnessing Felix in your boyfriend's embrace. On the contrary, you felt a surge of excitement coursing through your veins. And the only person you were comfortable confiding in was Jisung. So, you went back to the room you were sharing with the hamster hybrid because you needed to talk.

"Ji, you won't believe what I just saw!" you exclaimed.

"Try me," Jisung smirked knowingly.

"Minho and Felix were making out in the kitchen! Right in front my hypothetical salad!"

"What salad?" Jisung was confused.

"Nevermind the salad. The point is...I didn't feel angry or jealous. To be honest, it was kinda hot. Oh, who am I kidding? It was very hot. What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this?" you ranted.

"There's nothing wrong with you. It just proves my suspicions were correct and you are attracted to Felix, as well."

"As well?" you repeated.

"Yeah, Minho and I have a bit of a crush on him. Also, I'm so glad you don't feel angry. That means my idea to get us all together will be a tremendous success!"

"Wait...you planned all this?" you gaped in surprise.

"Guilty as charged," Jisung shrugged.

"What about Felix? How does he feel...about me?" you gathered enough courage to ask.

"Judging by my conversations with him, he views all three of us as desirable partners."

"Desirable? What is this, a Jane Austen novel?" you teased your boyfriend.

"Shh, don't act like you're not the biggest Pride and Prejudice nerd," Jisung called you out affectionately.

"Welp...since I can't go against you for making this plan behind my back, I can at least give Minho something to look at next time I get the opportunity," you grinned mischievously.

"Go get him, tiger," Jisung rooted for you.

"Don't you dare tell him a word or I'm gonna...throw rocks through your window."

"Did you just TikTok-threaten me?"

"Consider yourself warned, handsome," you winked.

Han's POV

Jisung was watching funny hamster videos on his phone when his benevolent boyfriend decided to grace him with his elite presence.

"Hi," Minho greeted him awkwardly. Oh, that was amusing. Jisung had never seen him so painfully nervous. It was kinda cute. Okay, nevermind, it was very cute.

"Hi?" Jisung repeated, prompting him to speak his mind.

"Um, so I kinda just cheated on you and Y/N," Minho blurted out.

"First of all, you were the one who said it technically doesn't count as cheating," Jisung reminded him. "Second of all, this whole thing was MY idea and yet, you somehow got your hands on Felix before me? How unfair!"

"What can I say," Minho smirked confidently. "I'm impossible to resist."

"Impossibly infuriating, that's what you are," Jisung stuck his tongue out at him. "Also, don't bullshit me, I'm willing to bet you seduced poor Lix."

"Hey, he's not as innocent as you might think."

"Only 'cause you're obsessed with corrupting everyone around you," Jisung pointed out.

Minho shook his head in amusement and leaned his head slightly down in an attempt to kiss Jisung, who apparently had other plans. He quickly placed his palm between their lips, earning a frown from his boyfriend.

"How shameless! You go around making out with other men and then want me to take you back? Nuh-uh, mister, you're not getting away with this so easily."

"There is no other men, plural," Minho groaned in a displeased tone, because his advances had just gotten so rudely rejected. "It's just Felix. Remember him? The guy you literally asked me to court?"

"Hmm, it doesn't ring a bell," Jisung played dumb as a joke. "Care to remind me how he tastes?"

"Remind you?" Minho gasped in shock. "But you said...you said I'd gotten my hands on him before you? And...when I approached Lix, he acted like he wasn't aware of your feelings for him."

"Oh, please," Jisung chuckled naughtily. "Did you really think I have enough self-restraint to resist him? We tricked you."

"I should never trust a Virgo man ever again," Minho sighed.

"I bet it was a huge ego boost when you thought you were his first," Jisung teased him. "Sorry to burst your bubble."

"Come here, you heathen," Minho growled and pulled Jisung into a kiss he couldn't prevent from happening. Not this time.

Lee Know's POV

Minho tugged on Jisung's hair, pulling his head slightly back so that his boyfriend's neck was exposed for the taking. He began biting on it hungrily, leaving little lovebites after him. Jisung moaned into the feeling and Minho could swear he would never grow tired of this sound. Then, he kissed him once again, their tongues fighting for dominance. Minho's hand was lightly wrapped around Jisung's neck, while Jisung's teeth were nibbling on Minho's lower lip. Soon after, Minho released his grip on Jisung's throat and began grinding against his boyfriend in an excruciatingly slow manner.

"Don't tease," Jisung complained.

"Oh, Hannie, I'm only getting started," an evil smile painted Minho's delicate features, as he caressed Jisung's adorable cheeks. Minho began moving more rapidly, frustrating Jisung immensely.

"Fucking hell," Jisung moaned loudly. "Touch me already."

"Do you kiss our angels with that mouth?" Minho raised his eyebrows in a playfully scolding manner.

"I'll kiss whoever the fuck I want," Jisung said through gritted teeth.

"Ah, really?" Minho chuckled mockingly. "In that case, I suppose you wouldn't mind if I didn't touch you? I guess anyone else can help you with your little problem."

"Do you expect me to beg?" Jisung hissed.

"You said it, not me," Minho feigned innocence.

If it was anyone else, Minho was certain that Jisung wouldn't have given in so easily. But because he trusted him, Jisung did what he had to do.

"Honeeey, please, I need you so badly," he whined.

"Try harder," Minho grinned in anticipation.

"Please, touch me, hyung, I'm begging you," Jisung really went all out.

Minho decided he wasn't patient enough to torment him any further and he gave his sweetheart what he wanted, pulling his cock out of his jeans and moving his hand up and down his length.

"Shit, you're so good at this," Jisung panted as Minho sped up the pace at which he was touching him.

"Try not to come yet," Minho reminded him. Jisung nodded absent-mindedly.

However, it felt so heavenly that Jisung couldn't manage to warn him on time he was close and came without permission, which was something Minho generally disliked.

"I'm sorry, I...it just happened," Jisung explained after he had recovered from the bliss.

"You brought this on yourself, darling," Minho sighed and unbuckled his belt, using it to bind Jisung's hands wrists behind his back.

"No, please, anything but that!" Jisung almost screamed in a panic. Minho knew how much his boyfriend adored touching him, so taking that away from him was the only appropriate punishment. "Honeeey, please."

But no matter how cutely Jisung pleaded, Minho refused to back down. He turned him around, using him as he saw fit until they both lost count of how many times they saw galaxies together. Finally, when Jisung was too exhausted to move, Minho untied him and cleaned him up carefully. Then, he scooped him up into his arms, kissing his forehead.

"You did so good for me, baby," Minho praised him.

"Welcome home, cheater," Jisung murmured sleepily.

Felix's POV

Felix was chilling in the living room, thinking about how nice it felt to be surrounded by such a welcoming company as Minho and Jisung. If only he could grow closer to Y/N, as well. As if on cue, she walked in, intent on having a conversation with him.

"Um, hey, Lix, can we talk?"

"Did I do something wrong, noona?" he asked nervously upon seeing the serious expression on her face.

"What? No, you've been nothing but an angel," she reassured him.

"If this is about me and Minho-hyung, I swear, he told me you'd be okay with it. I wouldn't have done it anyway. I'm really sorry..."

"Relax, Felix," Y/N placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm not angry. If anything, it's me who should apologize. I really misjudged you and I feel terrible for experiencing such a toxic feeling as jealousy."

"I don't think you should apologize," Felix insisted. "If I was in your shoes, I would have probably felt jealous, as well."

"Would you have?" she regarded him with suspicion. "Or would you have jumped at the opportunity to have more than one significant other?"

Felix gulped anxiously. Was he so transparent?

"I mean...when you put it that way..."

"Tell me what you want me to do," she asked.

"Sit back down," he suggested boldly.

Y/N approached him slowly and took the chance to seat herself in Felix's lap.

"I'm sat," she chuckled.

Reader's POV

You wrapped your arms around Lix's neck and smiled at him fondly.

"Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?"

"M-me? P-pretty?" Felix stammered.

"Absolutely. Your eyes, your freckles, your lips, every detail about you is so captivating," you whispered, placing kisses on his face after each word.

"Stahpp, you're too kind," Felix blushed.

"I'm only stating the truth," you clarified. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

You ran your fingers through his hair, hoping it'd help him loosen up a bit.

"It's not that, I just...think you're prettier, noona," Felix surprised you with this unexpected compliment and pulled you into an overwhelmingly delicate kiss. He tasted so sweet. Like...chocolate and heaven. Like dreams come true. He placed his hands around your lower back, making you feel closer than ever. Losing track of time, your lips kept chasing one another, while your bodies were cuddled up together. Suddenly, you heard the door behind you being opened. You smirked against Felix's lips. Right on time.

"Are we interrupting something?" you heard Jisung's voice.

You quickly turned around to face the intruders.

"It's not what you think," you feigned innocence, blinking rapidly. "We were just cuddling platonically."

You were hoping to get a reaction out of Minho as you stared into his dark eyes. But the asshole didn't even flinch. He just looked...amused.

"Mind if I join the platonic cuddle pile?" Jisung asked casually.

"Be my guest," you shrugged.

Jisung rushed in to squeeze his arms around you and Felix. You gave the hamster hybrid a conspiratorial wink. It was only a matter of time to see how long it will take Minho to crack.

"Aren't you going to join us, as well, Minho-hyung?" Felix wanted to know.

"Not a chance," Minho rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come on, admit it," you teased him. "You want to cuddle us just as badly."

Minho considered this for a couple of moments but instead of responding to the hug proposal, changed the subject.

"So...I guess you already figured it out," he said vaguely. "About...the change of dynamics."

"Whatever do you mean?" you played dumb, hoping Minho would admit his actions first.

"You know what I mean," he hissed.

"Enlighten me, please," you kept pushing his buttons.

"Ugh, fiiine," Minho groaned and instead of confessing, his actions spoke louder than words, as he reluctantly joined the group hug. "But if you tell someone outside of this room, you're dead."

"How about Chan-hyung?" Felix pouted.

"I wasn't threatening you, Lix. You did nothing wrong ever."

"Erm, is it just me who sees that or is Lix kinda privileged?" you joked.

"Tragically, we have been dethroned and Minho has a new favourite pet," Jisung responded to your observation.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm not a pet!" Felix complained indignantly.

"Guys, relax," Minho sighed exasperatedly. "My heart is big enough for all of you."

"You know what they say about guys with big hearts?" you couldn't stop yourself teasing him further. It was too amusing.

"Babe, you've been spending too much time with Chan-hyung," Jisung grunted. "We're getting tired of all these dad jokes."

"They say they have even bigger...homes," Felix offered a wholesome answer to your question.

"I'm pretty sure it was something about big tiddies, but I'll roll with Felix's version, it's pretty cute," you replied.

"You guys are incorrigible," Minho complained. "You're lucky I love you."

Silence dominated the room. How on earth had he let that slip so casually? This man kept surprising you. In order to make the situation less awkward, you used humour once again:

"Minho? Said the L-word? I can't believe my ears."

"Say it again. Pleaseee," Jisung begged adorably.

"One more time for all three of us?" Felix tried to bargain.

Lee Know's POV

Minho opened his mouth, intending to argue but somehow, he found himself repeating those three words. It was impossible to say no to his favourite beings in the entire world. After all the heartfelt confessions were exchanged, there was still something left unsaid:

"Does that mean all four of us are like...dating now?" Felix needed to ask.

"I mean, I thought it was self-explanatory," Minho replied. Y/N nodded in agreement and Minho gave her a grateful nod.

"Nuh-uh, don't listen to him," Jisung intervened. "I will court you and take you out on a proper date, Lix. And then, challenge Minho to a duel, the outcome of which will decided whether Felix-"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Minho was confused.

"Ji, I told you to stop reading all these medieval romances!" Y/N shook her head in amusement. "Also, it was a terrible idea to order that sword on Ebay."

"He ordered a what now?" Minho blinked in shock.

"Wow, life sure is never boring with the three of you, huh?" Felix observed, barely containing his giggles.

"I don't have anyone to practice it on!" Jisung complained loudly.

"You're NOT dueling our boyfriend!" Y/N scolded Jisung.

"Can I get a front row seat to the show?" Felix joked.

"This family makes me want to murder people," Minho facepalmed himself.

But despite that, Minho knew he wouldn't have it any other way. If his life had been perfect previously, it was more than that now. It was purrfect.

Sharing my heart It's tearing me apart But I know I'd miss you, baby, if I left right now

The End

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Linked Universe x Reader Fairy Tale Collection

@luimagines It is finally here! XD Apologies for the huge delay, suddenly became a dog mom again and life has been difficult, apologies to all who waited. Hopefully it's at least half decent, this did not want to write itself at all X_X

Warning for dark themes of the fairy tale kind and violence. I recommend researching Penta by Basille if some of you are curious about the interrupted story, though I did leave a lot out for obvious reasons, the first story is actually a reference and I thought it would be fun to see how many catch it and who would notice the reversal of roles here. No Shadow Links were (seriously) harmed in the making of this chapter, just Reader and their poor mind who can't catch a break.

Technically this is the final act before the Masterlist for each Link, though there is technically a bonus act and an intermission I doubt anyone would be interested in that, y'all came here for the Links and the fairy tales not the lore and behind the scenes stuff done to get here because I decided to pull a Hans Christian Andersen even while trying to keep this as short as an opening act should technically be, might write them down if there's enough interest but for now I'm leaving it up to interpretation xP

Opening Act, Scene IIII

It's almost strange, how peaceful your first few days and nights in the theater were.

It was hardly unwelcome, of course it was a pleasant surprise. Even with it's darkened, solemn corners and the way the shadows played eerily across the walls, dancing and laughing mockingly as they put on a show only they knew, it hardly felt truly unsettling for long, maybe it was just your long time on the road which made you jaded to the concept of old buildings that felt like echoes of their former selves, ever lonely, ever grieving like a widow, knowing their lover would not return from the war but waiting for as long possible before considering taking poison. The building was much the same, threading the fragile, dreamlike barrier of a long, wistful forgotten dream and a feather soft, fondness warmed memory.

It felt just about on the edge of death, but not quite ready to cross the border, it felt alive, like watching a barren wasteland attempt to host life again, even if it wouldn't last long or ever recover.

You believe it's in large part due to it's residents.

It was impressive, really, though you're all clearly wary towards one another, the troupe was seemingly more delighted by the fact they had new people to tell new tales to than bothered by the fact the Chain was clearly high strung from a long journey with the carmine and jade weariness of hunters unable to continue searching for their quarry. Director Raven had given you all full permission to explore and was only ever truly strict with corralling the crew to perform, the obsidian speckled mist of their excitement reflected in the way their coat sleeves flapped while directing each member to their roles and how their steps practically glided across the floor and the stage, their feline companion ever present on their shoulders as they truly gave their name sake justice as they crowed and crooned new characters into Byron's ears, sparkling ruby glee as the bloody feather on their hair and gem collar at the gentleman's smile with the flame bright elation of a mad man as he worked on costumes, scenery and props like a man possessed occasionally hissing like an offended cat at Edgar, who was quick to bark and judge even the slightest imperfection as he marked cues for Anabella's scripts, the woman, once having heard of the Links musical prowess, having lit up like the chandelier serving as spotlight at the stage, gently having coaxed the boys towards Amelia, the petal soft smiling dark haired young woman you've met earlier whom Raven just couldn't help but squawk amusedly at Anabella having a very clear soft spot for, who wasted no time in convincing a few of the heroes to follow sheet music the young woman had written but never quite had enough people to help perform.

It was honestly amusing, seeing the young woman and Warriors practically team up to bully Legend into playing the violin again, the veteran protesting for a good while, until a small, well placed tease from Sky made him cave, you and Wind both pretending to hide bright laughs at seeing him pretend not to smile, the jewel bright sight of her delight making you feel warm as she suggested to the exccentric playwright to share your own stories with the troupe and the boys once again as the sweet notes of musical and Raven's narration rolled up and across the aisles, the ruby cheer of the chattering of their cheek with the sweet aquamarine of your gentleness making even the likes of ever serious steel serious Cal or solemn First smile.

The only incident any of you all had really was when you've met Priscilla properly, or to be more accurate, when Priscilla found you all, the youngest of the troupe popping from the ceiling like a bat in front of you from the theater's costume attic like a reverse phantom of the opera, giving you a small fright with her cat smug smile as she finished fixing the lights and eagerly jumped into Twilight's back the second she heard Epona being mentioned, asking all sorts of questions about horses and their proper care until Edgar came knocking to pry her off.

A few minor incidents were had, what with your boys' usual brand of chaos and only so much you, Time and First could do while Raven rounded up the brand of madness found in their own little troupe (like how Anabella, much like Hyrule, should not be allowed near any form of food supply lest they both commit crimes agaisnt nature and the last leg of Wild's morals and sanity, how Byron, Warriors and Legend could almost snarl at each other like feral dogs when it came to fashion sensibilities, or Priscilla attempting to coax Wind and Spirit onto the attic and catwalks with her to play pranks onto the unsuspecting audience and performers below just to see Four and Edgar twitch), but overall, the first three days of constant strong storms and two of the stories told passed quickly, like the heartbeat of a humming bird.

... Which made your own feelings for a certain hero grown ever more transparent like the polished crystal which made up the spotlight.

How could you not contemplate these feelings? How could you even begin denying something that has been sinking it's teeth into your soul for months now? Ever since the Chain found you, injured and with nowhere to go, it was always moving, ever forward, ever running, ever hunting, for if you all didn't hunt the shadow, it would stop at nothing to tear everything and everyone so much as grazed by the bright, ever burning diamond flame of the Hero's Spirit, with the burning fury of a maddened beast with nothing left to lose, with enough hunger it could render divinity to pieces. So, so so wrong to the very fabric that made up the curtain of Hyrule's stage it made one's flesh crawl before it even set it's bloody, hungry, vile gaze upon you.

(You didn't have a choice, when they'd left you behind, the portal simply opened to place you in harm's way again and again and again and again, you only survived through pure luck most of the time, the other half being due to run ins with different members of the Chain. Eventually, finally, after you'd met again and dragged First's abandoned, bleeding, almost dead but oh so stubborn he wouldn't die quite yet, carcass to camp, they'd decided to teach you how to wield a blade and take you along.

After all, it's not like you could go home.

... No, no, you couldn't go home, ever again.)

Being in the theater was a welcome breath of fresh air, even with the oddities of it's residents. But it also gave you nothing but time to think. About home, about the people who are likely to be looking for you, and kind gem bright eyes, leaves on the wind gentle touches, and smiles that could put the sun and the moon and stars to shame with their radiance and the unshakable, beautiful, lonsdaleite and steel of the will to protect and courage to follow through so, so warm it left you scorched, stealing the breath from your lungs and replacing it with lava and frost, pinning you into place better than any arrow or trick the shadow could pull. Left you aching more than any moment in the battle field, shaking you to the very marrow of your bones as the laughing dove that was affection stole into your heart like a thief, and gave half of it to the beast called love.

And

Was

Torture.

How could you not fall for that?

How could you not think about it?

So instead of getting even more flustered by possibly slipping up and making a fool out of yourself, giving yourself away and wanting to just wander into the Lost Woods without a guide and let yourself go mad from mortification and become a Poe (because at least then it would be a more manageable form of insanity), you'd instead taken to haunting the back wings and auditorium of the theater like a ghost. The theater was hardly all that big, but it wasn't small by any means, the size of a noble's summer home at best, so there was plenty of empty supply rooms and forgotten lounges to think, contemplate, and to keep a tenous hold on your sanity as you avoided dwelving deeply into your feelings.

After all, why would he want little old you? Unimpressive, ordinary little you, who lived a most relatively peaceful life before falling into Hyrule, who couldn't protect them properly, who most importantly of all would hurt the one you adored because you couldn't stay?

... It would be agony, you couldn't do that to him. It wouldn't be any difference than the Shadow taking your face and torturing your hero, so you'd stay silent, and hope these feelings died a quiet, peaceful death. At least in this abandoned lounge room you could refrain from making your hopeless longing obvious until you'd need to return.

"Oh me oh my, what are you doing here all alone?" Came a cawed, lilting honey coated rasp, padparascha curiosity in the the flap of nightlock coat sleeves, "I thought you'd want to join your companions! This place is still too dusty for back tours I'm afraid."

... Well, not quite so abandoned now. Is it?

Then again, you're not even too surprised, you'd be lying if you'd say you were. If there was anyone who could navigate these darkned, old halls with ease to find someone allegedly missing, it would likely be it's master.

Director Raven swoops into the room with quick, almost silent steps, a specter with the grace of a Gerudo dancer, sending you a smile, their feline companion is gone, but their ever present bloodstone feather chimes like a bell as they brush dust off an old couch, you laugh sheepishly, hoping that the tempest winds outside took your thoughts away so you could focus, "I'm sorry, you said we could go just about everywhere and I needed some time alone. Hopefully it's not any trouble?"

They cluck at you, taking a new accessory from their coat and placing it behind your ears with a cheeky poke to the nose, you blink as you touch it, a red, red rose, "Oh please, not at all! I'm a professional of my word you know? I was just worried is all, you're basically part of the troupe at this point and your lover boy has been staring at you with such concern, you know? So I thought I'd check on you."

Their concern makes you blink, with a small bite of confusion to their wording, "I've only helped you folks perform for three days now?"

They chuckle with amusement, the tone raspy and crowing as they perch themselves upon the couch, "Doesn't matter! We've had folks who stayed and helped for less time, we still consider them troupe members. Once taken in by the Astoria, you're part of it for all time, can't I have some empathy for someone so clearly pining?", You jolt, the director gives you a knowing smile, mercury amusement and gallium understanding, how did...? "Broken hearts are as dangerous as broken minds and wills to a person, take it from me. I've told and been part of one too many stories to know that all too well, now, why don't you tell good old uncle Raven what ails you?"

That makes you snort, rose quartz embarrassment mixed with xanthic amusement, "Uncle, really? Weren't you the one who said you'd actually take someone to court for emotional damages if someone tried utilizing gendered terms for you?"

They squawk, ruffling your hair with a click and hiss, as they jump up with ruffled feathers and a raised chin, mock offended, "Oh kiss my grits! This ain't about me here. This is about your longing making me sad and me being willing to hear you out from the goodness of my heart, and there you go! Spitting on my good will! As I was about to offer to make you tea, no less."

You laugh and you catch a grin on the director's lips from the reflection of a mirror, you wave them on, "Alright, alright. I'll humor you, will you want some help deciding the next story to tell while at it?"

They wink, prancing around the room for the kettle in the corner, "You know me too well! You're a wealth of new stories, I can listen to you pour your little heart out and grill you for inspiration at the same time. That way your heart will be lighter than a leaf on the wind when you next see your lover boy"

Settling in, you wait until Raven has made you both tea, getting comfortable and taking a sip.

Mhm, coming to the theater was a welcome change of pace. And talking to someone who wasn't Link about this would likely do you good.

(So preoccupied you are with your thoughts and the vaguely floral tea the director had broken out of storage and brewed, you don't notice the way another figure shows up on the reflection of the mirror just as the thunder booms, and how Raven's gloved fingers tighten a fraction as the shadows flicker oddly once you drink the tea. The cinnabar of their smile turning iron speckled with guilt and tense as they spot bloodstone tiger eyes on the doorway. Before turning fireplace warm once the Hero of Skies popped his head onto the doorway after a few hours of listening to you want, they offer him a spot of tea.)

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The storm still raged on relentlessly outside, it's screams and howls those of lost souls and old forgotten or yet to be remembered deities rending the air with water and thunder, it's been almost a week since you all had started staying in the theater, everyone had settled into a small sort of routine, as it didn't seem like the storm would cease to rage anytime soon. You'd all wake up (checking your weapons as you go, just in case, your dagger on your sleeve a common secret among the Chain members ever since a bad run in with the Yiga, Artemis had taught you and Warriors well and if any of the troupe members notice, they didn't press), go through the usual daily routine you all had while under an actual roof, Wild, you and Twilight would cook with occasional aid from either Raven themselves who twitched and squawked about the injustice of allowing guests to cook before Edgar would cuff them over the head and take over or a very chipper Amelia whose early morning energy could only be likened to a ray of sunshine Anabella would trip over her feet and possibly kill a grown man for, and in turn you'd all take your turns occupying themselves for the day, the troupe making sure to give everyone their due space until the early evening, which is when you'd all take to storytelling.

You couldn't help your small grin as you let yourself be led by the hand by Twilight, blindfold coming off as he twirled you around as you deliberately sang an incredibly off key note, laughter and chuckles being draw from your boys as you were set down onto the stage and raised your tune, his pelt slipping off your head like the heavy, but comforting cape it was, his smile campfire warm and oak steady, Raven's crowing laughter being hidden by a coughing fit before they seemed to compose themselves enough to continue on with a straight face, "And so the wolf, once a princess, remembered the prince. And thought she'd never sing again, and it wasn't very good-" they choked as you deliberately hit a note that sounded like a dying cucco, you can vaguely see Cal coughing into his fist, First shaking his head in amusement in contrast to Sky's summer breeze laughter while Time's lips barely twitched with honey sweet amusement and Wind wheezing agaisnt a laughing Spirit's side, mission accomplished! The director sent you a look, mockingly ruffling his feathers, "Commit less to the bit darn it! I won't be able to finish if I'm rolling around on the floor!"

Your smile widens with cheek, topaz bright with delight, "No such thing as overcommiting to the bit!"

"For what it's worth they don't sound too bad when not trying to sound like a goat going into labor." Cut in Twilight, using your head as an arm rest, you playfully shove him off, you briefly catch a smirk on Warriors face, Four chuckling while Legend leant agaisnt his side for support, good. Him and Hyrule looked off kilter recently, if you could make them smile by playing the fool this once, you'd be glad.

"Oh by the Goddesses- I'm almost regretting allowing you to volunteer on stage. I'm never listening to Priscilla ever again, anyway!" They clap their hands, clearing their throat, "The prince couldn't care less, for he had a dear friend back to him. And so they stayed on that cliff's edge, enjoying each other's company and lived happily ever after!"

"That was a shockingly sweet story," Smiled Hyrule, "Short and simple but just sweet enough."

"Can't believe the rancher actually made half decent royalty though." Jabbed Warriors, though you can feel the amusement in his tone like drinking songs after a long time of conflict. "And that the final conflict was basically triggered if someone ever messed with the vet's raccon pile of stuff."

"Excuse me?!"

"You're excused."

Twilight gave him a side glare then nodded at Hyrule, seemingly deciding that Legend could deal with Warriors well enough and after you playfully darted around him like a prancing doe, snagged his pelt back, you sighed at the loss of warmth and the feeling of security, but ushered him off the stage, "Never been on stage before and have no wish to do so on an official capacity, thank you. But Dusk would have my hide if I didn't pick a thing or two to add to entertaining the village children if nothing else. Have to say that last twist was a shock though." He sent you a glance and smile, "You're awfully good at playing the amnesiac, I'll say. Almost had me panicking."

You chuckle sheepishly, sitting at the edge of the stage, accepting a bit of warm tea cup Raven had brewed for everyone, "To be fair, there's a reason for that Wars, there's technically a companion story for the witch, but the actors need to go through a specific series of actions to be allowed to perform it side by side for consistency and that would be cruel on Twi. Could say the same to you, you make quite the dashing, kind prince. Thanks for coming up here."

Was that a tinge of crimson on his cheeks? You tilted your head and blinked, must have been a trick of the light, "No problem at all."

Edgar nodded, not even looking up from the script as Anabella and Amelia cuddled together to the side after a job well done, "You both together definitely made our job easier. Barely had to cue you both."

Raven nodded with a grin and wink, their voice carrying over the stage and to the audience, "You sure none of you boys want to quit this questing nonsense and join us here on the Astoria? I pay well and give benefits! Byron has lowered prices on potions on the village, plus free food and lodging."

Wild shook his head with a hum, "Tempting, but still no."

Raven clucked, their disappointment exaggerated but understanding as they leafed through the scripts you've both brainstormed together, "Ah well, worth a try. Come here then, I want your opinion on our next pick for today, I think we can squeeze a short one separated from the original deal as a bonus."

You nodded, getting up and handing Priscilla the empty tea cup back before walking over, pausing, did... Was there a hollow space beneath the stage? Experimentally, you let your steps weight a bit more onto the stage. That sounded like a trapdoor, huh. Why only use the attic? Maybe it was stuck? You catch Time's eye, he inclines his head questioningly, you mouth at him 'I'm fine, later', then bound over to Raven's side, looking at the scripts, "Any you had in mind? We're probably exhausting my mental stock at this rate if none of the noted ones do."

"Well I'm not about to go on the Hyrulean ones just yet, you have any idea how performing the same old legends over and over again can grow dull? No matter how many twists and turns one adds?" They deadpan back, you cover a wince as Four and Sky twitch, before picking one of the sheets at random.

Your voice sounds distant to your ears as you pinch the parchment between two fingers, analyzing it critically, then presenting it to the director, "How about this one? Should be short enough right?"

The Director peeks over your shoulder, head tilted from side to side, the feather on their hair seems more bloody than usual, as if the crystal would flow crimson and stain the hardwood floor. That cat is back on their shoulder again, looking at you with sharp, intelligent eyes.

(Too intelligent, hisses your mind, as mercury heats into burning iron at a forge, then cools, something is wrong wrongwrong

Come now, relax, it'll all be alright. Play along

Nothing is wrong, it's all in your head.)

"Penta the Beautiful huh? Are you sure?"

You nod firmly, "Yes. This one will do quite nicely."

(Raven's ever present smile dims, the embers of a warm fireplace and stories around the fire dying a quick death, Anabella holds onto Amelia a bit tighter as Priscilla pales, quickly leaving the room guided by Byron after ushering you back stage for a change of ensemble and to hand you the appropriate props while Edgar resolutely keeps an eye on the cues the director handed him.

The Chain notices, because of course they do, and trade a look, Spirit trades a look with Wind and slips away to the entrance with Warriors to try the heavy door.

It's locked, the shock of magic making the captain hiss. Though the air remains unnervingly sterile.)

The stage is set with no fanfare by Byron, and you walk back out with a fine white dress suit and boots to match, a mix of a suit and a dress, your head feels clouded, as if you're trying to traverse the deep fog of the Lost Woods with naught a single lantern or guide in sight to light your way, you vaguely hear Director Raven start to talk, echoing and crowing raspily with the first words that every good tale start with, "Once upon a time, there was an once prosperous kingdom. Home to a handsome king, a beautiful queen, and the king's sister, one day the queen fell ill and eventually passed for no cure could be found and no magic could heal her. I suppose some things are simply fated to happen, but the king, maddened in his grief, started lusting for none other..." The director paused, sneering with a disgusted shiver, you think that if they truly were a bird, their feathers would be ruffled, "His own sister."

You could see the exact second that each Link cringed back, those with siblings of their own (or who actively looked over others as siblings themselves) turning to ash white and to thistle green with revulsion and horror, the director nodding along with a hand over their head in a mock swoon, "I know! How could such vile thoughts manifest in a ruler's mind? It's preposterous! Outrageous! Horrifying! Though the words of a proposal did indeed leave his mouth, his sister princess was equally bewildered and disgusted, spitting venom from her spleen with rage."

That was your cue.

You growled, snarling with fury hot enough to rival a dragon's flame, allowing poison to sharpen your tongue, "You may have lost your mind, but I shall not lose my modesty or my shame! Why would you offer me rotten eggs when you need fresh ones?! How dare you!", somewhere in the audience you hear a choke, but you continue on. Committing to the role with a dedication you didn't know you possibly possessed, feeling vaguely disconnected from your body and actions, "I regret that you have a tongue to speak of such lecherous actions towards myself and that I unfortunately have the ears to hear such a suggestion. Am I your sister or cheese cooked in oil? Either way those and siblings not mix! Either way, go find a holy spring to bathe in so you may set your mind back on straight." You gesture towards yourself, baffled, "I am not a morsel that would make anyone lose their minds over, so what on Farore's good land about me could have made you grown so sick in the head?"

The director continued on, tone dry as they set their hand on a hip, "I'll spare you the monologue, my dear audience, because I'm sure it would make both you, me and our poor performer here retch and that would be a waste of Sir Wild's lovely cooking. It essentially boiled down to her hands. So, after acquiring her answer, she left in a flurry of rage and conviction, after all, if it was her hands that caused this..." The director trailed off, pausing, mouth clicking shut.

As if not willing to continue on.

(The pain in your head was getting worse.

"If it was his love for her hands which caused this, all she'd need to do is chop them off.")

Conflict passes through their slate gray gaze, before determined resolve settles into it, their tone quiet and tight, "... No. I can't go through with this anymore.", They swivel, running to you with quick strides, you feel the agony of your head splitting open, in between the haze you see more than react to the blade. Your blade held in your hands, twisted in such a way to sink into your flesh, blood beads onto your sleeve before Raven catches your arm in their hands, twisting towards the now alarmed heroes with panic on their face like a someone realizing they'd just went somewhere to die, "Listen! It's not safe here, specially NOT for them. I'm so sorry. Take them and get out through-"

That cat is there in a flash of darkness, it sinks it's claws into Raven's shoulder, the director crying out and letting go of your arm to try and get it off, leaving the dagger to slice deeply. You can see Time slam into a magically erected barrier around the stage as it's crimson eyes gleam with malice and satisfaction. The cat bites at the director's shoulder, tearing away the black ribbon holding the red gem they always wore. You hear Legend screaming and Hyrule casting a spell at the barrier, the shockwave palpable as it does not budge

You'll never know what they wanted to tell you all, though the flash of desperation, guilt and apologies will likely haunt your nightmares as their head fell off.

All of the lights go off.

And in a flash of thunder, you hear a sigh behind you. The barest tips of a clawed hand making your skin crawl with revulsion.

"Well... I'd like to say I'm surprised. But I'm really, really not that they didn't have the nerve to fully go through with it. Pity." That awful, awful voice is colored with disappointment while they pass you by, you think you feel the brush of a scaly tail around your legs and a blade at your throat. You try desperately to wrestle control back to your own body when you can't hear the Chain anymore. They stalk dance gently at your side, the rustle of cloth as someone bends down, the crystalline, padparascha crimson feather Raven always wore in their hair gleams in the dark with a melancholic light of their own, "Ah well, at least they did half the job I wanted them to and held onto what I needed. Still, just proves that if you want somebody gone that you just have to do it yourself."

You feel a feather light touch on your chin, tilting your head up, your heart freezes alongside your body as you lock gazes with the bloodstone empty gaze of a feathery mask, the figure in front of you wears a dark hood, caliginous and fleeting like the memories of a nightmare hanging onto your mind by it's very claw tips. It blends in perfectly with the darkness, liminal and just on the edge of the negative spaces of reality.

They smile with all of the sweetness of rotten things and arsenic and it makes you sick.

"Dear me... You are so, so pathetically helpless like this. I can take my time with you, can't I? To tear everything that makes you yourself piece.by.piece..." the touch tightens, nightlock claws sink into your skin and drawing blood, you feel like screaming but your mouth won't open, your body betrays you as you drown and drown and fall. It makes the thing behind you hiss out a laugh and you are certain you won't hear a more wretched sound in your life as they study you like a pinned butterfly, "How very precious, it fills me with joy, but really it's more disappointing and disgusting. It's almost enough to make me want to die!" The being in front of you snarls, all venom and the burning flames of a madman, before they calm, smiling a dagger sharp, hateful grin with a hum, "... Ah, whatever. Let's get this show on the road properly this time, shall we? You wait for your cue darling." They mockingly pat the snout of the Shadow in front of you, narrowingly dodging a snap of teeth with a cackle, before they disappear in a flurry of obsidian and ember feathers.

They clap, and the light returns to the theater. Their mismatched hands are spread, clawed and gloved and you see a cloak of black feathers laid over their entire body, the tip of dagger sharp, silver heels making them tower easily over the pool of blood from the director's severed neck.

"Good evening, blood red dogs of Hylia!-"

They barely finish their sentence before the boys move, arrows and magic set loose at the figure in a blur, the figure dances back, tsking as they appear on the chandelier now, lounging nonchantly and revealing your form at blade point from the Shadow, struggling to remove your dagger from your arm. You can almost feel their disapproving look as they cross their arms at the face of furious glares from the heroes of Hyrule, "Rude."

First does not look amused as he stays Sky's hand from unleashing a Skyward Strike, the other's eyes as frigid as the storm outside, "We are going to need you to let our companion go before any apologies are given I'm afraid."

"And I'll be needing you lot to stop snapping and growling like mutts before making any negotiations like that." The figure snaps back primly, a pot and tea cup appearing nearby, with a flick of their wrist two things appear on their hands as freshly brewed tea poured itself which makes a shiver fun down your side, alarm and panic gnawing at your skin and exposing your fragile heart with almost clinical curiosity as they toss it down.

A dark iris purple Minish Feather earring, and penumbra dark, torn fairy feathers, you think you still see the bits of wisps clinging to it like blood and the exact moment Four tenses, colors prismatic as they flash over his eyes and Hyrule freezes, Twilight sending them a concerned look, though his hand doesn't move from his sword.

The display is enough to keep your companions on guard, but not react, that thing atop the chandelier perfectly positioned to crush you without a second thought leisurely sipping tea. Before addressing the Chain below, "Now that I've successfully gotten your attention by indicating the extermination of vermin I've had to recently do, why don't we talk? I'm perfectly reasonable, I promise not to bite or anything, blood is quite the nuisance to clean off rhe stage after all."

"Very well," Time's voice cuts through the silence, composed even as his mind is running a mile per minute, "May we make some inquiries?"

Their lips curl in amusement, a slightly mocking edge to their relaxed lilt, "There we go, was being polite so hard? You may, one at a time though!" They look down at the Shadow, which hisses up at them, eyes focused on the heroes, the edges of it's existence flickering oddly, casting itself over walls and the now scorched wooden floor, "Don't want to agitate our friend here you know? Or else we'll have a sparrow singing very very soon." They sing song, you can feel Warriors cringe where he stands, but he's also the first one to jump to questioning at Time's slight nod.

"Why are you working with the Shadow?"

The figure shrugs, pouring themselves a second mug, "Why does anyone do anything? Complete and utter, sheer boredom is why. It had a good sales pitch won't lie, I haven't been bored since you lot decided to stay here."

You see the way Legend's eyes narrow, a scowl on his face and tone biting, itching to move, "What did you do to them?"

"You'll have to be more specific, if you mean your little friend here. Nothing really, they came up on the stage and used the knife themselves after all." The masked figured clucked, shrugging, "As for the rest, you can blame Raven. They lost their nerve when they shouldn't have and dragged the troupe down with them, when I gave them one job besides watching my theater, plus..." they sighed, placing Raven's feather by the thorns holding the mask grafted onro their face, clicking their clawed, bloody hand agaisnt the tea cup, uncaring when your blood mixes with the sugar cubes, "They also failed to do proper research, I mean doesn't help certain nasty little disgraces-" they growl pointedly at the Shadow at that, who snarls back, making a twisted duet of mutual, black loathing come to life, "Also made their job harder, but seriously. Even a braindead donkey could have done a bit more research."

"What do you mean? No need to insult Raven like that! They were nice." Blurted out Spirit, you can practically feel the poor dear itching to snap the whip to snatch you, Wind holding onto his an Cal's wrists like a vice so they wouldn't make any sudden moves, First tapping Calamity's back and looking at the hooded being's perch, making Calamity's eyes narrow and Sky slowly let go of the possible Skyward Strike, thankfully enough. Being crushed to death would not help your boys get out of here.

The hooded and masked figure twitched, head listing lazily to the side, unhurried, as if bored or maybe dissapointed as they sighed apathetically, it gave you gooseflesh, but you dared not move an inch, struggling against your own limbs and with the Shadow at your back, "I mean I was just taken by surprise. You know, I wouldn't have taken the heroes of Hyrule for liars and oath breakers, and also against the laws of hospitality. Shooting arrows and magic at your host within their own home? For shame! Didn't your parents teach you better?"

You could see how each of the heroes bristled, but seeing crimson beading against your unwilling, trapped skin stayed their blade, though that did not stop Legend from snarling up at the hidden figure, sipping tea as if it was watching an incredibly entertaining play, "Oath breakers? That's rich coming from you! Raven said we could stay here safely and then leave once the storm was over!"

"And you attacked one of our own first." Added Warriors, his tone as glacial as the winter winds, enough to freeze anyone down to the marrow.

They incline their head, voice distorted, the screaming echo of scavengers like nails on chalkboard and as refined as a well curated blade, "True, though neither they nor I never said you'd all leave unharmed, did we? And you didn't keep your end of the deal either." Their tone goes dryer, as they throw the tea cup away without a care in favor of throwing their hands up, as if it was the Chain being unreasonable and not the person who presumably did something to Shadow and Hyrule's own Shade, you can see Sky barely keeping his grip on an enraged Four, "Besides! I didn't attack them, they kindly volunteered to go up stage on their own. You're all so up in arms for something that's part of the performance, a little injury is a small price to pay for the bit."

"A 'little injury'?! I doubt they'd try cutting off their own hands for a BIT." Stressed Hyrule, snapping out of his shock, in response to that, the cloaked person shrugged.

"I mean a little disarment never killed anyone."

Wild looked seconds from firing another arrow, teeth gritted and bared as Twilight sent a furious glare to the one perched atop the stage, just above the lights, ready to knock them down and crush you if needed be, "I'm pretty sure it has, actually."

"Anyway! You're all so caught up on semantics, by the Three, so uptight. Does having the splinters so far up there not sting?" they glanced at the Shadow, the obsidian and granite lizalfos glancing back at them before hissing at Time, ready to lunge, teeth stained with Director Raven's blood, "This the kind of tough crowd you have to deal with? Yeesh, no wonder you yap more than a kicked dog at times." They turn back to the Chain, clapping their hands, "In any case, let's make another deal, shall we? I'm a playwright of my word after all. You could leave your little friend here to become one of my actors and go on your merry way." You swore you felt your heart stop, blood rushing in your ears, you barely caught the sharp glint of a hollow smile beneath the crow shaped mask and their next words, "Or! If you're really that attached-", they send you a bemused look, "Can't see why but hey," shrugging, they continue on, unrelenting like a hunting wolf, "You can act instead. I'll send you all into different tales and should you finish them in accordance to the script, I may let you just leave without too much of a fuss. No catches." They point to the Shadow, "Can't make any promises for that one though, it's a solo act you see, if anything I'm just lending the venue and he was lucky to rent first, the wretch."

"And if we refuse?" Probed Time, you could see the gears turning in his head like clockwork, trying to find a way to swing this in everyone's favor so you all can get out alive.

The vulture in crow skin only smiled wider, "Then none of us gets them and you die here, I'll let the Shadow tear you apart to it's void soul's delight, and kill them on the spot." The blades press against your arms against your will, and you twitch, trying to wrestle control back and only getting pain for you troubles, muffling a yell, "Maybe put them in a soup and make jewelry out of the bones that I don't reuse in a broth, I'd look pretty dashing in a crown." They giggle, unhinged cruelty into every word as they clap their hands, voice rising to a screeching crescendo, "Oh oh! Or just roll them down a barrel filled with spikes on a hill, or make them dance and dance and dance on hot iron shoes until they drop dead! Haven't decided yet, so many choices, so little time. It's almost enough to leave me hot and bothered." The true owner of the theater sighed, longingly hugging themselves before turning a cold, hard tone to the heroes, "You sure you want to risk that?"

Silence descends upon the theater like a widow's shroud, seems you're all at an impasse, you're unable to move and while you're certain your boys could overpower whatever that monstrosity is and deal with the Shadow, none of you could be sure they could do it before the Shadow slit your throat or that being (person? No, it felt too unnatural to be human.) Knocked the chandelier down or made good on their threat.

The masked unknown simply summoned themseles a second mug, pouring more tea, "Take your time to answer. I can wait. Though if you ask me the choice is extremely obvious, come on now, what's one more or one less for your little group? It's not like they're important to the narrative anyway-"

"No tricks?" Cut in First, you see the being twotch at the interruption.

"Rude. Seriously, does Hylia just likes to pick the feral ones and set them loose upon the world? Seems like bad business." They pause, then hum, "Then again, maybe not, I hear her incarnations can be quite unhinged. Quite the match made in hell, you lot then and those Demise decides to live rent free in huh? I almost feel bad now. Yikes, my condolences." They pluck a bouquet of camellias, roses and acacias from the inside of their cloak and throw it down to the Chain. You're not even surprised when Wild snags the fire rod from Legend and sets it aflame.

"Holding our friend hostage and talking about actively killing them doesn't inspire us to play nice." Gritted out Four. Grip tight onto his sword.

"If you feel bad then just let them go!" Gestured Wind from his side.

"Your criticism has been noted. I only don't concede because I can't see any reason why you'd want them around." The figure drawls back before answering First, "No tricks or catches or too much of a fuss, all you have to do is play along the script and play nice. Do that and in theory we shouldn't have much trouble. Maybe I'll even be nice and throw in one of those rewards like the places you all crawl through do on occasion, why not?" The Shadow roars at that, they snap down at it, "My theater, my rules! I'm bored okay? Let me spice things up!"

Time breathes, you can see the lonsdaleite persistence come back to the forefront, "Then we accept."

The figure stills, before shaking their head, they leap down from the chandelier, gliding across the stage with quick steps as the feeling of drowning recedes, the Shadow begrudgingly letting you go as you gasp, the figure snags your arm in one clawed hand, drags you to the edge of the stage, then kicks you off with a sigh, thankfully, Twilight and Warriors are there ro support you as they turn towards Time, tone blank as they extend that same clawed hand, "Way to pick the boring choice, but fine. I shouldn't expect much of a surprise I suppose." They shake hands, you feel the hum of magic settle into the air, twisted and wrong it almosy brings that drowning feeling back, water trying to pull you down as they grin and step back, opening a blank, black book, snagging the crystalline quill and using your blood as ink, they write, everything goes dark quickly as the Shadow snuffs out every light again as it dissolves, spreading ober every single nook and cranny of the open space.

You think they bare their teeth at you specifically before snapping the book shut, "Let me weave you a tale!"

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Scene IIII End. Thus closes the Opening Act.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe au #lu x reader #linked universe fairy tale au #fairy tale typical violence #fairy tale typical dark themes #reference to Penta of the Chopped Off Hands #told y'all not to get attached to the theater crew #Reader is going through it and frankly it's probably gonna go downhill from there #wonder how many will catch the reference with Twilight #I thought it would be cute to be fair. Reader has a lot of knowledge from our world and they'd likely convert as many stories as they could #for variety if nothing else #Dink's hired help here just wants to watch the world burn and preferably roast Reader over a fire while at it #why? that's for me to know and y'all to find out lol #they're not really relevant to the plot. they're just here to kick it into gear. cause chaos. be dramatic and bully Dink #specially if he messes up the venue #No Shadow Links were Permanently Harmed in the Making of this Chapter #WintertimeStoryteller Stop Clowning Yourself and Stick to the OG Outline Challenge (Failed Miserably)#That moment when you write and rewrite the chapter and has a nice little plan for the story #but sleep deprivation and life happens so you have to throw it out the window #Reade is all over the place because they're meant to don't worry. The theater just Does That #no beta we die like my sanity #no beta we die like First and the Hero's Shade #WintertimeStoryteller Writing #Hopefully it's at least half decent

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whumpshaped · 1 year

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Chapter 2: Sil

Silence Masterlist

tw institutionalised/normalised pet whump, it/its used as a default for pets, past trauma, morally dubious caretaker, defiant/feral whumpee

Rayan sat on the ground a few feet away from the stray as it ate. He was lost in thought, quietly observing the visible injuries and weird bumps under its skin. Bones healed wrong, maybe.

The more he thought about this entire situation, the more he found himself absolutely furious with the pet’s previous owner. He had wanted a pet his entire life. He had grown up wanting one, seeing how happy and lively and perfect they were, knowing that if he was just a little more fortunate, worked just a little harder, get out of his one-bedroom dwelling and move into something a tiny bit more spacious, maybe the Pet Protection Agency would consider him as a potential adopter. He had always been so passionate about wanting to give poor, helpless things a better life, that was precisely why he was so obsessed with helping the stray cats and dogs around the area. His ultimate goal was to get one of the pets out of a shelter and give it a loving home, the best home he possibly could.

And then there were people like this guy’s owner. He couldn’t fathom having the wealth and opportunity to adopt a pet and then treating it like utter garbage. He couldn’t fathom how the PPA could’ve given someone like that a licence in the first place. Wasn’t there an interview? Weren’t they supposed to check up on pets regularly? How did they miss this?

His new acquaintance put down the cup gently, almost like it was handling expensive glass or something. Quite out of character for someone moving around so jerkily, and who had pretended not to care much for the soup in the first place.

"My name's Rayan. May I ask what your name is?" He kept his voice quiet, both so he could avoid startling it, and so others on the street wouldn't hear.

"Wouldn't we both like to know?" It choked out a dry laugh, devoid of any joy or amusement. "Owner called me mutt, or that thing. It. I'm not sure I ever had a name, Rayan." His name felt like an insult coming from the pet, as if he was in the wrong for simply having one when it didn't.

Rayan frowned. "Well, do you wanna have one? You could give me anything. Make something up. Go back and change it later if you come up with something better... surely, you don't want me to call you those things?"

"Why do you need to call me anything?" it snapped suddenly. "You're making it sound like you'll just stick around and humour me forever! Why don't you go on your way already?"

"I- well..." Rayan rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, awkwardly, looking for words that wouldn't upset the other. He wasn't sure words like that existed. "I was hoping I'd find you here tomorrow, like... like always. Well, for the past week. And that I'd have a name to call you by when I came back."

The stray's eyes narrowed in suspicion, but it didn't lash out again. In fact, it didn't react at all, which was already better than the outburst a moment ago. Rayan counted it as a win.

"Think about it, okay?" he said with what he hoped was a friendly and pleasant smile. "I'll take this stuff back now. I'll bring you more tomorrow, if... you know, if you're still here. If I didn't annoy you into leaving and finding another place."

He slowly inched closer and grabbed the bowls and the plate with the cup on it, still without getting a single word in response. It was only when he turned to leave that he heard a quiet voice from behind him, so unlike the harsh tone he had just gotten used to.

"I've been calling myself Sil. In my head. I was always told to be silent, so I guess I just took it and ran with it."

Rayan stopped and glanced back at the stray, Sil, nodding his understanding without giving any indication that he noticed the faint blush on its face. "Sil it is, then."

"Will you really come back tomorrow?" it asked, prompting him to fully turn back around. "Am I really worth it, compared to a dog?"

"Hey." Rayan crouched down to be at eye-level with it. "I'll be back, as long as you want me to. You could even come home with me." Sil visibly recoiled at the idea, and he quickly added, "It's just an option. Just letting you know. All I'm saying is, I'll be back tomorrow. For sure."

"Okay," it said quietly, watching Rayan stand up again with those sharp eyes that seemed to catch even the smallest of movements. The eyes of someone that had been hurt by those movements.

"See you tomorrow, Sil."

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neocitybooty · 2 years

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First Time [M] pt 2.

Genre: Smut, Omegaverse AU

Pairing: Mark Lee x Fictional Character

Word Count: 2,336

Summary: Mark has always been there for Venus during her time of need, but things become dicey when he asks her for a favor.

Warnings: Oral Sex, Spanking, Fingering, Rough Sex, DIRTY TALK AND FILTH

A/N: Y’all. This is just smut. I don’t have anything else to say about this update LMFAOOOO.

Venus pushed the car door shut and swung her duffle bag over to her dominant side. She looked at the familiar mansion and took a deep breath in hopes of calming her anxiety. It didn’t work. She could smell Mark. This scent was foreign and it was stronger than any other scent, but she knew it was him.

She walked up the outside stairs and rang the doorbell. She noticed that only Mark’s car was in the driveway. It seemed as if his parents really had moved away. This wasn’t good news by any means. Venus’ parents lived across town and Mark’s parents were long gone, out of the country. If anything went wrong, Venus was on her own.

Mark opened the door and stood in front of Venus, looking much more disgruntled than she was expecting. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of thin gray sweats that hung loosely off his hips. He was sweating so much that droplets were rolling down his chest and onto his abs. And the most important observation- He had more muscle on his body. It was almost as if he grew overnight.

His eyes were a glowing red and they essentially had no warmth. He wasn’t in the best mood.

“You’re late.” He said shortly, never breaking eye contact. “And what is that God-awful smell?” His nose twitched.

No way. Venus thought to herself. Earlier, she had went to get some ice cream with Haechan, Renjun, and Jaemin. There was no way he could smell them. The outing had been hours ago.

“You hanging with other males?”

Venus started to stutter. “I-I-I. I mean-just ice cream.” She was able to finally say.

Mark looked at her and tilted his head. “Don’t piss me off.” He said. With that, he grabbed the duffle bag from Venus, plopped it on the mat inside the doorway and grabbed Venus and threw her over his shoulder. Venus yelped but covered her mouth immediately. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention from any nearby humans.

After what seemed like an extremely long trek, they reached a bathroom. Mark quickly set Venus down and looked at her intensely. “I smell other alphas on you. I think you can understand why that is a problem, right?” He said in a low voice. He was still sweating, although his eyes weren’t glowing red anymore. “I am a very forgiving alpha, so what’s going to happen is we are going to get in this shower together, I’m going to wash you, and then I’m going to fuck you however I want, ok?”

Mark was getting frustrated again, but he tried his best to not let his rut brain take over and scare Venus away. It was her first time and Mark didn’t want it to be her last either.

He woke up that morning with the thought of Venus only. The most significant part of his thoughts of Venus was the way her scent was enough to drive him insane. It tickled his nose but in the most pleasant way possible. Yet, she showed up to his first official day of rut…. smelling like other dogs. He decided to give Venus a shower immediately because his jealously wouldn’t allow him to touch her how he wanted to until the stench was gone.

The shower was just that. Nothing more. Much to Mark’s surprise, Venus was cooperative throughout the whole process.

Venus quietly moaned as Mark spread the body butter on her upper back and around to her chest. Mark felt his member twitch and Venus felt it, too.

Mark chuckled and started massaging the sensitive mounds on Venus’ chest. She gasped, suddenly feeling timid. She was still trying to adjust to this new side of Mark. Had he always been this..bold?

“Time’s up.” He said before flipping Venus over so that she was on her back.

He brought himself between her legs and crashed his lips against her own. Out of reflex, Venus wrapped her legs around Mark while running her fingers through his hair. This caused him to grind his boner into her now slick covered area.

Venus moaned and Mark slipped his tongue in and started fighting for dominance.

Mark’s hands starting roaming to the lower body and found the sensitive bud he was looking for. The amount of slick that met his fingers was driving him to madness.

“You’re so beautiful and so wet for me. Fuckkkk. I can’t wait to fill you up.” He said as he peppered kissed from Venus’ neck all the way down to her navel. He then spread her legs open and looked at the view in front of him.

He slid a finger down the slit and then brought his fingers back up, letting his knuckles brush against the clit. The next move was the most erotic Venus had ever seen from Mark. He took the finger covered in the most slick and brought it to his mouth. His mouth opened and his tongue rolled out to taste her juices.

Venus stared, open mouthed, as more slick seeped out of her. She lightly shook as Mark watched her through hazy eyes.

He then settled his head between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh. Venus inhaled as Mark licked her sensitive bud and then closed his mouth on it before proceeding to suck.

Venus rolled her hips in attempt to try to control the feeling. Mark didn’t pay her any mind. Instead, he switched between sucking and licking, as he inserted a finger into her wet hole.

“Mark, please!” Venus screamed from the overstimulation and started to grind against her lover’s face. “I’m gonna cum, please!”

Mark only groaned and added a finger.

“FUCKKKKK.” Venus came undone with Mark still between her legs. All she could focus on was her breathing as she opened her eyes and saw stars.

Mark sat up and got off the bed to get undressed. He never took his eyes off Venus. The two of them held eye contact as Mark untied his sweats and pulled them down. His boner sprang out and Venus immediately came to the side of the bed. There, she waited on all fours for an order, while Mark stepped out of his sweats.

Mark caressed her cheek as his gaze turned warm. “You wanna suck this cock, don’t you?”

He then came closer and moved his hand to the back of the younger woman’s head and pushed it towards his aroused member. “Say ahh” He said slowly.

Venus, eager to please the alpha, opened her mouth and Mark immediately thrust his cock inside, reaching the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but let her tongue touch the bottom of his dick as he continued to thrust until finally, a line of spit formed as he pulled all the way out, in order to give Venus a chance to breathe.

“Don’t tell me you’ve already reached your limit. We are just getting started. Open that pretty mouth again.” He said as he tapped his dick against Venus’s lips.

Venus quickly obeyed. Granted, this wasn’t the first time they had sex, but this time was so intense. More raw. More filthy. More aggressive.

A harsh slap hit Venus’s left ass cheek and she was harshly pulled out of her daydream. “Pay attention.” Mark ordered.

He shoved his full length into her mouth and Venus felt a pool of slick form in between her legs again. He threw his head back and groaned right before inhaling. Venus slowly started to bob her head as she used both hands to stroke his dick as it became covered in precum and saliva. It was only a few seconds before he started fucking her mouth for the second time that night. The sounds of gagging and groaning filled the room and bounced off the walls.

Mark looked down and his half-closed eyes met with Venus’.

So fucking sexy. He thought to himself. This might be the night. He was ready but he wasn’t sure he could say the same for Venus. He knew she was attracted to him. That much was very obvious. She yearned for Mark in and out of heat and he could tell simply by her scent. But being the young and inexperienced omega that she was, Venus had no idea her biggest secret hadn’t exactly ever been a secret.

“Give me your ass, babe.” He said in a husky voice.

Venus pulled away, letting Mark’s dick escape from her mouth with a loud and wet pop. She turned her back to him and kept her ass in the air as she laid her head on the bed.

“Oh wow. I can see everything.” Mark said as he stroked his cock. “You just keep getting wetter.”

He then leaned in closer to her ear and asked in a low voice, “Do I excite you that much?”

Venus could hear the smile in his voice.

Before Venus could say anything, she felt a finger slide into her. She moaned at the sudden intrusion as Mark added another finger.

“You love it when I finger fuck you, so I figured you would enjoy this angle. How does it feel, babe? Let your alpha know.” Mark slowly pumped the warm hole with his two digits as Venus and her moans grew louder.

“It feels so good! Please more!” Venus whimpered.

Mark smirked and removed both of his fingers.

“Whyyy?!” Venus started to protest, frustrated at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Mark didn’t answer.

“Mark Lee, I swear-“

“Watch your tone, omega.” Mark said before he thrusted his full length into Venus without any warning.

Her body froze as Mark filled her completely. He pulled out almost entirely, only to harshly thrust into Venus again. And again. And again. And again.

Despite the generous amount of preparation, Venus felt as though she was being split into two.

Small whimpers escaped her lips as Mark picked up the pace, causing Venus to sink deeper in the King size mattress. The entire bed started to move as Mark continued his thrusts full of force. This was the roughest he had ever been with Venus. She felt a tear escape her eye but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the pain or emerging pleasure.

“Stay with me. It will turn into only pleasure soon. Trust me.” Mark said as he slightly shook. He didn’t know how much longer he had. It’d been a while since he’d been this excited. What he did know was that he wanted to make this first round about quality and not quantity.

After a few more harsh thrusts, Mark pulled out and sat against the wooden headboard.

His chest was gleaming with sweat and he looked more fucked out and crazed than Venus ever did. He stroked his dick as he beckoned for Venus to go over to him.

“Be a good girl and come ride me.” He said.

He licked his lips as Venus slowly crawled over. Braids draping to her left side, somehow making her look more regal than usual. Mark watched her, in a daze.

Venus hovered over Mark’s eager member as he lined it up against her heat. Venus gasped as she slowly lowered herself on his cock.

Mark threw his head back with a groan as he used his free hand to guide her hips. The sensation of her heat engulfing his dick was sending him over the edge. Venus felt so good to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close as she continued to bounce on his dick. He rested his chin in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent.

“Fuck.” Mark huffed. He had decided and he knew what he wanted. He was determined to get what he wanted the most. He was tired of waiting.

“I love how you fuck yourself on my dick,” He growled in her ear. He then proceeded to lick her neck, causing Venus to moan and suddenly clench around him. Just the reaction he was looking for.

“Mmmm yes, Baby. Just like that. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?” He said as he tried to focus his energy on lasting longer. He didn’t see himself succeeding. They were both close and he knew it.

“Yes, Alpha. Please cum in me.” Venus started grinding, losing her rhythm, as she felt her orgasm quickly approaching.

“Do I have your permission to claim you?” Mark left Venus’ neck in order to face her with pleading eyes.

Venus looked at him, still searching her climax. With wide eyes and busy lungs, she just gulped. A hundred thoughts started racing through her head. It was finally happening. She was scared. Excited. Proud. Aroused.

Venus didn’t say anything, but she nodded quickly.

Mark shot Venus a signature smile and his fangs emerged. He brought his mouth to her neck, and she felt a sheering pain as Mark’s fangs punctured her skin.

She screamed and felt her orgasm hit her so hard that she started shaking uncontrollably. The feeling of her release was just too overwhelming.

Mark squeezed Venus tighter as he sprayed her walls with his seed, fangs still in her neck.

They stayed in each other’s embrace for a couple minutes. All that could be heard was their heavy breathing.

Mark finally retracted his fangs and licked the leftover blood.

“Wow.” Venus got off of Mark and laid next to him.

Mark slide down so he was lying down and became the big spoon as he wrapped his arms around Venus from behind.

“Venus, I need to tell you something. “ He started.

“Yes” Venus was quickly falling asleep. Her eyelids growing heavier with each blink. She noticed a calendar on the wall. First, she saw a box that was filled with the word “rut” in capital letters…Then she noticed there were three weeks filled with that word. ..

“I love you.”

Shit.

Part 1 Part 3 [real final hehe]

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EMMY! Congrats on 300 followers 😘😘 I'm so proud of you!!! Could I have prompts 19, 20, 33 and 44 (feel free to choose) with the man himself, Kakashi? ❤❤ thank you su much and congrats again!! - Po

MY LOVE PO...okay im so sorry this has taken so long but i wanted to get this right, just for you! i cannot thank you enough for the support you have given me on my writing. i hope you enjoy this my dear friend!! thank you for everything always <3

Prompt #20: “If you die, I’m going to kill you.”

Prompt #33: “You are such a nerd.”

Prompt #44: “I’m only here for the dog.”

Pairing: Kakashi/Fem civilian reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Kakashi has a crush on you, a seamstress and loving dog owner (plus team 7 shenanigans I couldn’t resist)

Warnings: none, just fluff and the kids being adorable little snots i love them

A/N: im trying to get my confidence for writing back…and i can’t say i love this but pls be patient with me as i try and put myself back out there :))) love u all very much

“Kakashi-senseeeeiiiii.”

“What is it, Naruto.”

“I’m tiiiiireeeed!”

“Shut up, dobe. Your whining is giving me a headache.”

“Yeah, Naruto! Besides, we’re all tired after that mission.”

Kakashi almost rolled his eyes but kept them firmly fixated on Icha Icha as he walked lazily down the street next to his fussy students. How they could be so tired after a day of only yard work was beyond him. Kakashi sighed at the thought. He really had his work cut out for him with these three…

“But Sakura-chan! My nose is all itchy and stuffy from the grass! Can I borrow your handkerchief?” Naruto pouted, sidling up next to her while he mustered up his best pleading eyes.

“Ew!” Sakura pushed him off of her with disgust. “Gross, Naruto! I don’t want your grassy snot all over my handkerchief!”

“But we’re teammates!” Naruto protested, now walking backward in front of the group with his hands behind his head. “Sharing makes us closer, you know.”

“How is sharing supposed to make us any closer?” Sasuke mumbled.

“Uh,” Naruto thought hard for a moment. “Well…it’s like how Sakura-chan and I use the same toothbrush!”

Sakura stopped dead in her tracks, followed by everyone else. Kakashi didn’t dare lower his book as he waited for the inevitable.

A sharp shriek filled the air, and both Naruto and Sasuke shrunk back in fear. “Naruto! What did you say?”

Naruto’s eyes widened in fear and he began scrambling for an explanation. “W-Well..I, uh, I…”

Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose. “Dobe…”

Kakashi cleared his throat. “Naruto, that is…extremely disgusting.”

“Disgusting! Disgusting doesn’t even scratch the surface! It is beyond disgusting!” Sakura began, waving her hands frantically, voice filled with tension. “It’s absolutely revolting! Naruto, what on earth do you mean ‘we use the same toothbrush’?”

Naruto scratched the back of his head frantically. “I, well…okay, so, one time we were on a mission and I forgot my toothbrush! And well…I didn’t know what to do, and I just saw your toothbrush in your bag so I…just used it really quickly! And then well…I forgot it another time too and then I thought since I already used your toothbrush and you didn’t notice I thought it would be fine…”

“It is totally…” Sakura gritted out. “…completely not fine, Naruto,” Sakura made her way slowly towards Naruto with clenched fists. “It is actually completely unforgivable. And you are going to so totally pay—“

“Ah!” Naruto exclaimed suddenly, pointing suddenly to something behind everyone with a shaky finger. “Look who it is!”

“Yeah, like I’m gonna fall for that, Naruto!” Sakura grabbed Naruto by the collar with a fire in her eyes. “I’m not that stupid—“

“No seriously!” Naruto shrieked. “Look!”

Kakashi then turned around along with Sasuke and Sakura to find a rather pleasant surprise.

A dog. A familiar, fluffy grey dog. One who Kakashi knew the owner of.

“It’s Yuki!” Naruto breathed a sigh of relief when Sakura let go of his collar.

“Yuki,” Sakura tilted her head as the dog ran up to them excitedly. She seemed to have forgotten about her anger at Naruto. “What are you doing over here?”

“Hn,” Sasuke watched Yuki. “He’s always running away.”

Yuki ran up to Kakashi then, wagging his tail and panting with excitement. Kakashi put his book in his pocket with a smile and bent down to pet Yuki, scratching him behind his ears. “What are you doing out here, Yuki?” Kakashi said quietly, amused at the way Yuki rolled over onto his back to receive belly rubs. “She’s probably worried about you all the way out here.”

But knowing you, you probably wouldn’t be too worried since the neighborhood was used to your dogs roaming about. But now that Yuki was all the way over here and ended up seeing Kakashi and his students…

“Well,” Kakashi sighed. “I guess you guys know what this means.”

“We get to go bring Yuki home!” Sakura beamed with excitement.

“Oh yeah!” Naruto pumped a fist in the air with the same enthusiasm. “Maybe that awesome lady will have cookies again!”

Kakashi, while he thought about correcting Naruto’s term of endearment for you, had to agree with him. Over the years of getting to know you, you were quite…awesome.

Kakashi met you years ago. You were a civilian who had started a tailoring business out of your home, a business that had quickly grown popular with shinobi who constantly needed their clothes mended. You had built a reputation of quality work, shinobi often commenting on how much better their clothes held up after missions. Kakashi knew how to mend his own clothes, but sometimes there was damage that was out of his skillset, so he had to go to you.

And ever since the first time he met you, Kakashi couldn’t quite shake the way you made him feel.

“Come here, Yuki!” Naruto held his arms out, and Yuki went running. Sakura giggled and bent down to pet the fluffy dog, and even Sasuke looked at the dog fondly when petting him gently behind his ears.

The kids knew you from around the village as well as your friendly dogs that often ran around the area. Kakashi and the kids had led Yuki back to your home at one time or another, and they loved getting to visit you.

Kakashi could say the same.

“Alright,” Kakashi stood up with a sigh. “Let’s go everyone.”

The kids chatted excitedly and beckoned Yuki to follow them while they started the walk to your house. Kakashi fell in step behind them and observed the way his stomach fluttered in anticipation to see you.

As he walked behind his chattering students, Kakashi thought about how this feeling seemed to accompany every encounter with you. Like how at the market the other day when you called his name while balancing several bags of groceries in your arms, kindly requesting that he grab a bag or two before you dropped it all. And how when he grabbed the bag from you, his gloved hand brushed momentarily against your soft one and he almost ended up dropping the bag himself.

And like how one time when he brought his jonin vest to you, ripped and bloodied and almost beyond repair, you pursed your lips with furrowed brows as you looked at it in your hands. “Come back in a few days,” you said, turning away from him with a shaky tone he had never heard from you before. And when he came back, you handed him a perfect vest. Looking at him with deathly serious eyes, you said to him, “Hatake…don’t ever bring me a vest like that again, you hear me? Because if you die, I’m going to kill you.”

He could never forget that encounter.

But now Kakashi was about to see you once again, and that feeling in his stomach was growing with every step through the neighborhood. He was sure you would smile at the kids all bright and joyful, and you would look at him with those kind eyes. You would be charming and lovely and warm and Kakashi would be hopeless.

Suddenly, Yuki started barking loudly, and Kakashi looked up from the ground he was staring at when he heard a sweet voice.

“Yuki! You troublemaker, I was wondering where you went!”

You popped out behind the side of your house, a watering can in your hand and a shining smile on your face. The kids all cheered, running ahead after Yuki as Yuki ran towards you. You beamed at Yuki before crouching down and meeting him with pets.

The kids crouched down too, and Kakashi slowly made his way into the yard where you all chatted.

“He was all the way over on the other street, miss!” Naruto started to ramble. “And so we called him and he came over to us and we were petting him and then Kakashi-sensei said we should probably bring him home to you!”

“Yeah, he said you might be worried!” Sakura added.

“Ah,” you smiled, and your eyes flipped up to meet his. Kakashi felt his heart leap into his throat. “That’s so nice of you to be worried about me, Hatake.”

Kakashi felt himself smile and was glad he wore a mask over his cheeks. “Well, to be honest, I’m only here for the dog.”

You playfully rolled your eyes while continuing to pet Yuki. “You are such a nerd.”

Just then, two other dogs rounded the corner, barking and wagging their tails. They ran right up to the kids, greeting them with kisses, and the kids erupted in giggles. “Hiro! Suki!”

While the kids played with the dogs, you stood up and walked around to Kakashi. Stopping right in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest with a smirk. “So, only here for the dogs, huh?”

It was that look you had on your face that made Kakashi feel weak at the knees. “I, uh,” he cleared his throat. “Well, technically…I mean, I thought you might appreciate it if we brought him home…”

You chuckled. “Right. Though it would be more believable if you said you were coming over here to see me.”

Kakashi felt his skin tingle in heat all over. Did you know…?

Before he could begin to say anything, you rolled your eyes again. He must have made his reaction too apparent. “Kidding. Gosh, I’ve never seen you so tense, Hatake. Are these kids making you stressed out?”

No, Kakashi thought. You just drive me so insane I look like a blubbering idiot every time I talk to you.

And because looking into your eyes made Kakashi lose all ability to think of a coherent sentence, you two stood in silence for a moment before Naruto came barreling up to you, arms latching around your waist.

“Hey! Can we…please have a snack? We just had a mission and we are starving!” Naruto pleaded.

Kakashi flipped into sensei mode and was about to scold Naruto when you laughed. “Sure! You kids can head right inside, and I’ll be right behind you.”

Naruto whooped in victory, running over to tell Sakura and Sasuke. The kids got up to run inside with the dogs bounding behind them, and you began to walk away, following after them into your home.

Kakashi didn’t move though, mind going back to all the thoughts and strange feelings he had yet to say. Should he say anything? Would you reciprocate? Did you like him at all?

“You comin’, Hatake?” You had stopped just before him and turned around, eyebrow raised in skepticism.

Kakashi let his heart lead him. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Your face relaxed, and turning to face him, you smiled. “Sure, is everything okay? Did you get a rip in your pants or something?”

“No,” Kakashi cleared his throat again, and his hands nervously found their way into his pockets. “It’s about…Pakkun!”

Pakkun? Really?

You tilted your head. “Pakkun…? What about him?”

Kakashi brought a hand up to his neck and laughed dryly. “Uh, well…he’s talking a lot about…Yuki! You know, that one time they met each other…he…misses Yuki. And…he thought it would be fun to…go to the park again sometime!”

You stared at Kakashi, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. “So…?”

“So…” Kakashi rubbed his neck. “Maybe…maybe we should go to the park?”

“We?” You questioned.

“I mean…we…would bring our dogs. And…they could play…” Kakashi finally got out.

I am really blowing this.

“So you want to go to the park again so our dogs can play together?”

“Yes.”

“For the dogs.”

“Yeah.”

“And is this a date?”

“Yeah—“

Kakashi stopped, his heart dropping into his stomach. “I-I mean…”

Suddenly, your finger was on his masked lips and you had gotten much, much closer to him. Leaning into his face, you smiled softly. “Because if this is you trying to ask me on a date, Hatake, you should have just said so.”

Kakashi’s chest swelled.

Your finger glided slowly over his lips and rested on his chin. “And my answer is yes.”

And then you were walking into the house, leaving Kakashi standing in the yard wondering what the hell just happened.

“Hurry up, Hatake!”

“R-Right.”

#kakashi x reader #kakashi fluff #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n #my work #300 follower celebration #ik this is not my best so pls bear with me

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