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Wander Around Challenge
(inspired by moonfi and her Globetrotter Challenge) ♥
Rules:
- start with a young adult
- move your Sim to a lot of your choice and set the bank account to 0 - 50 Simoleons (testingcheats true -> money 0)
- your Sim should leave the neighborhoood he is in as rare as possible
- You can play the challenge two different ways:
1. Play the whole Challenge with one Sim.
Here you turn off aging and you have endless
time to explore things.
2. Every Round is played by one generation.
You can turn aging to long but each round is
played by a different generation.
- Is your Sim / next generation moving to a new
neighbourhood he has to quit his job but he is
allowed to take along his tent and up to five
objects in the family inventory. (Small objects
can be carried in the sims inventory)
- Your Sim can earn money in every possible way
- At the end of the round you can make a photo with
your Sim / family and the neighbourhood he was
living
- Goal of each round is to fullfill the aspirations,
even not all of them are necessary.
- The story for wach round is just an idea. Feel
free to play it the way you like.
- Have fun :)
Round 1 - Mt. Komorebi
You are looking forward to put your backpack on and exploring the Sim-World! First stop is the highest at the same time. You will be the ultimative tourist and learn a lot of new things in and beside the snow.
Mt. Komorebi Sightseer
Lord/Lady of the Knits
(Extreme Sports Enthusiast)
Round 2 - Sulani
After all that sport and snow you're off to the beach of Sulani. Here you're just enjoying life and meeting new friends.
Beach Life
Friend of the World
Round 3 - Strangerville
Relaxed and with sand between your toes you are ready for some adventure. The friend of a friend told you about a city where strange things keeps happening. Now you're curious and in your way to solve the mystery!
StrangerVille Mystery
Round 4 - Granite Falls
After solving the secret of the dessert you need some plants and green athmosphere around you. Next stop - Granite Falls. Here you're spending hours with fishing and exploring the woods.
Outdoor Enthusiast
Angling Ace
Round 5 - Selvadorada
You exchange the woods for the jungle and try to be a professional archaeologist. Also the secrets of the jungle making you curious...
Jungle Explorer
Archaeology Scholar
Round 6 - Evergreen Harbor
Not every neighbourhood is as green as Selvadorada and Evergreen Harbor needs any help to get greener. You grab your backpack and roll up your sleeves.
Master Maker
Eco Innovator
Round 7 - Forgotten Hollow
Your curiosity of mysterys is taking you to Forgotten Hollow. You heard the sun is rarely seen here and the Sims seems a little bit... different. You're exploring the region and will be more part of the neighbourhood for a bit of a time than expected.
Good Vampire
(Vampire Family)
(Master Vampire)
Round 8 - Brindelton Bay
After you are able to walk in the sun again you move to a quiet and peaceful neighbourhood. Brindelton Bay seems perfect for it. You're enjoying the company of your furry friends and try to be the perfect neighbour.
Neighborhood Confidante
Friend of the Animals
Round 9 - Windenburg
It get's a little bit too quiet. Time to move on! And which region is better for parties than Windenburg? You're learning to mix fancy drinks and establishing a group with your new friends.
Master Mixologist
Party Animal
Leader of the Pack
Round 10 - Del Sol Valley
You're enjoying to be known by more and more people so you're trying your luck in Del-Sol-Valley to get a real celebrity! It's tough but at the end it's all worth it and you have no more financial worries.
World-Famous Celebrity
Fabulously Wealthy
Master Actor/Master Actress
Round 11 - Henford-on Bagley
All the fame, all the money...but you're not really happy. You decide to donate all your money and settle down far away where nobody knows you. Henford-on-Bagley is perfect to get back in touch with nature.
Freelance Botanist
Country Caretaker
Round 12 - Moonwood Mill
After a few quiet years it's time for adventures again. In Moonwodd Hill the Sims seems to have more hair than other. And they can smell really good. You wonder what this means...
Werewolf Initiate
Bodybuilder
Cure Seeker
Round 13 - San Myshuno
The time in Moonwood Mill was nice but you miss the sounds of the city. San Myshuno seems a good choice. You wish is to blend in so nobody thinks you didn't grew up in the city. Maybe you left a few broken hearts, too.
City Native
(Serial Romantic)
Round 14 - San Sequoia
You try to win the local hearts for you. And because food is love you try to cook for the Sims in town and make money at the same time. We will see if they like your food.
Appliance Wiz
Market Magnate
Round 15 - Chestnut Ridge
Animals are an important part of your live - which city would be better to live in than Chestnut Ridge? You get on a horseback the first time in your life and try your luck with producing nectar.
Championship Rider
Expert Nectar Maker
Round 16 - Willow Creek
Until now you had a life with a lot of adventures. Occasionally you need some peace and charge your batteries. You find your inner peace and your love to music in Willow Creek.
Musical Genius
Inner Peace
Round 17 - Glimmerbrook
There's one more neigbourhood with special Sims and their secrets to discover. Rumors say that this neighbourhood is pure magic. You are learning a lot about magic and maybe you will find your magical true love.
Purveyor of Potions
Spellcraft & Sorcery
(Soulmate)
Round 18 - Tartosa
Your soulmate and you are celebrating your engagement and wedding with everything possible. You want to have a big great party with all of your family and friends!
the only goal is to celebrate a great wedding ♥
Round 19 - Britchester
It's about time to decide where to finally settle down. Before that you decide to write a book about all you (your families) adventures. What town would be better for that than Britchester? Maybe your family expands here, too.
Bestselling Author
(Big Happy Family)
Round 20 - Copperdale
The book is finished and published you are moving with your family to Copperdale. They say here's one of the best Highschools in the Sim World. You live for the family and want to be the best father / mother ever been seen!
Super Parent
or Successful Lineage
Thanks for reading all of that!
I hope you have fun and feel free to send me a message if there's something wrong. And for sure tag me in your challenge so I can see what you are doing there. ♥
Also a big thank you to moonfi for the inspiration!
#sims4#ts4#simblr#challenge#sims challenge#sorry for my english#have fun#ts4 challenge#wander around challenge
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Furry Town
The sun barely made contact with the horizon and the partly cloudy sky was tinged with orange and pink. A young man, with dark skin and short hair, was walking carrying his backpack after a long day at the university. Daryl was walking at a fast pace, very excited…
"My suit is coming… My suit is coming!" he said to himself, unable to contain his emotion.
He arrived at the apartment building where he lived and went up the stairs until he reached his floor. There, Daryl walked trying to get to his apartment quickly, but he couldn't help but hear the whispers of his neighbors through the open doors.
"Look, the one who thinks he's an animal"
"Why do they let him live around here?"
"Kids, stay away from him…"
Ever since he had walked down the street with a comic that he had bought, which had a furry and rock musical theme, Daryl had been the victim of derogatory comments and whispers against him; people saw him as some kind of abnormal. Why had it occurred to him to move to a city whose inhabitants held ideas of the past?
"I'm not weird… If only they could understand" Daryl thought trying not to be affected by the comments.
He got to his apartment, closed the door, put his backpack aside and went to his room to take off his clothes and shower. He barely managed to remove his shirt, however, when the doorbell rang.
"My Package!" he thought to himself and ran for the door.
He had ordered his black lion furry suit a few weeks ago and it would finally be time, Daryl could feel it. The wait would be worth it, since according to the comments on the Internet, the company worked with very good quality materials, and there were no negative reviews. Daryl couldn't wait to feel his new fur, to stop being Daryl and become Damian, his fursona. He opened the door with a smile, which he erased almost immediately when he noticed that, instead of a large package, he found himself with a relatively small box. The strangest thing was that the box was addressed to him.
"The same company I ordered it from" he said to himself after reading the label.
He took the box, carried it to his room and, without first bothering to throw on another shirt to cover himself, he opened it, revealing a weathered green wooden mask with a vertical metal bar.
"What? Why the heck did they send me this?!" he yelled indignantly. He took his phone to call the company, but they did not answer.
Frustrated, he returned his attention to the mask. He turned it over and noticed a slight green glow on it.
"What was that?" he wondered, considering that it had been an illusion, but to be sure, he brought the mask closer so he could see better.
Yet, and to his astonishment, it was as if the innocent mask in his hands had come to life, for it suddenly jumped onto his head. Daryl didn't have much time to react: his moans as he tried to shake it off of him kept him from thinking clearly and he fell back onto the bed. The mask covered his entire head, and Daryl could only hear the creaking of the mask as it adjusted to fit his facial features.
His body rose in an instant and began to spin in a tornado that was stirring and throwing everything in that room. The tornado spun for a few seconds until it came to a stop in the middle of the room.
What used to be Daryl had become a robust anthropomorphic lion with black fur and enviable musculature, barely covered by the bright black vest with music symbols such as colored guitars, musical notes and explosion clouds. He carried a black and white guitar on his back. He wore firm blue pants, although not shoes, exposing his feline paws with sharp claws, that looked like his hands.
However, what stood out most in him was his head: of anthropomorphic lion, but of green fur, darker that of his crazy mane with respect to the face; he had pointed purple dark glasses, bright earrings and a smile of sharp fangs with which he showed the joy and pleasure of having so much power, what was reflected in his complexion.
"SHOW TIME, BABY!" He shouted and played his guitar to the rhythm of rock. "THE WORLD WILL KNOW ABOUT DAMIAN! ROARRRR!!" He roared so much that it caused an earthquake around.
The door of the apartment was knocked furiously. "Daryl! Open the door!" was screamed from the other side.
"OH, FANS CAN'T WAIT TO SEE ME!" In less than a blink he reached the door and opened, finding a few annoying people, who were petrified to see him (some tried to go back scared).
"WHAT'S THE MATTER?! DID I LEFT YOU SHOCKED?!" Damian shouted at them,.bringing his feline face to them, and they trying to process the green-faced creature in their minds in front of them.
Damian looked at them with a suspicious look, unconvinced. With one hand he took off his head in front of the stupefied crowd and threw it through the air before returning it to his body and smiling again.
"I GOT IT! IT'S NOT FAIR I'M THE ONLY ONE ENJOYING THIS! I KNOW!" Damian took his guitar and played it intensely. That created a green sound wave that reached people. They were wrapped in a white light and, when it was undone, they were amazed to see each other.
"Look, you look like a toucan!"
"Mom! Why my mouth is a beak?!"
"Uncle, you look like the tiger of the corn flakes!!"
"Why do I look like a bear?!"
"HAHAHA, ENJOY YOUR NEW LOOKS, PALS!" Damian shouted before laughing and leaving in a whirlwind.
Damian went on all floors. From the windows of the building came white lights followed with yelling. Residents became all kinds of fury and anthropomorphic animals, dogs, birds, reptiles… People were stunned, although some seemed to prefer their new appearance.
"DONE!" Damian said after transforming everyone in the building. He was on the roof. "Next phase: EVERYONE HERE!"
He took out of his pocket a huge slingshot, a small portable cannon, a rubber duck, a soccer ball, a photo of his human version... He was taking out hundreds of objects until the whole ceiling was full.
"NO, I NEED SOMETHING OF GREATER SCOPE," he exclaimed, and a light bulb lit over his head.
Suddenly, his body was wrapped in smoke while listening to sounds of screws, nails and hammers... When the smoke dissipated, Damian was carrying a jet instead of his guitar. The jet lit up and Damian flew through the skies. He extended his arms, and had equipped gas spheres.
"BOMB TIME!" He shouted and, while flying throughout the city, he dropped the spheres that, when hit, exploded in a smoke that turned nearby people into furries, only now some of them became fantastic animals such as pegasus, unicorns and dragons. No one was saved.
From adults dancing in bars to children in schools and kindergartens, everyone was amazed that their previously human bodies took on animalistic features such as fur, beaks, or claws. The screams of hysteria, fright and some satisfaction made Damian happy, who licked his lips at the thought of people adapting to his new appearances.
When the sun was on the horizon, each and every one of the inhabitants, even those who only went for a walk or visit, became furries. Damian, satisfied to achieve his mission, was on the entrance of the city, admiring the sunset.
Damian looked at the sign that contained the name of the city and threw a sphere at him. Then he turned his green head and stared at the one who is reading this. "WELCOME TO FURRY TOWN!" He exclaimed before turning again in a tornado, dissipating the smoke from the sign with the new name, and he decided to get other pranks.
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cw// mini (fairy) yeonjun pt 3
soobin was only just beginning to adapt to living with a fairy when he had to face his next hurdle.
on a cloudy friday afternoon, soobin was in the kitchen again. he finally baked a good pie filled with strawberry, the previous ones either being undercooked or over. he was excitedly preparing sliced strawberries for the decoration when he heard knocks on his front door.
panicked, he quickly wiped his hands on his apron and went to the living room. the human made eye contact with an equally wide-eyed fairy, who was previously watching tv while munching on whole strawberries. soobin wildly gestured for yeonjun to go to his bedroom while he answered the door, but it only looked on questioningly.
at another set of knocks, he shouted, "just a minute!", as he got the fairy into his room before heading to the door.
"what took you so long?" on his porch stood taehyun with a cat cage and a small backpack in tow, soobn took in the sight with a curious look.
"if you didn't guess it already, i was baking." he said as he gestured at his apron. the younger huffed before entering the house. he took a seat on the living room sofa before explaining his reason of visit, long story short, soobin now lived in a house with a fairy and a feline named 'tyun'.
"you named the cat after yourself?"
"problem?" the glare from taehyun immediately got his hands up in defense.
"none."
after the younger left, he'd set up the food and water bowls, litter box, and cat tower as he was instructed. while the cat sniffed his sofa, he went back to his room.
"yeonjun?"
"soobin! over here, look!" the fairy was peering out the window, cheek pressed against the glass. standing behind the fairy, soobin tried to see what it was pointing out to him.
"what is it?"
"there! don't you see it?"
"no, what am i supposed to be seeing?"
"the cocoon!"
with the object specified, soobin squinted again and finally saw it dangling from the window handle. "the caterpillar was my friend in the garden and i totally forgot it made its cocoon here."
the fairy continued looking at its friend's unmoving form in awe. "do you know how much longer it'll take?"
"no, but I'm sure it won't take that long." soobin didn't have the heart to refute. instead, he brought up another important matter.
"there's someone I need you to meet." the fairy allowed soobin to carry it in his chest pocket, 'for safety', he'd said, and yeonjun couldn't help the twinge of fear. when they finally reached the living room, it gasped.
"kitty!" yeonjun clammered in its confines, trying to get out and rush to the furry feline. "soobin help me!"
the human held back a chuckle at its frenzied state, his heart skipping a beat at the cuteness he just winessed. "here," he said as he offered his paim. as they approached tyun, soobin started to worry, will the cat like the fairy? it should, right? since the fairy could sort of communicate with animals? but the worries weren't false.
when yeonjun reached out to pet the cat, it flinched and hissed before running away.
now, in soobin's hand was a sulky, pouty fairy. it whined as it watched the cat running around the house. "why doesn't it like me?" the human only hummed in sympathy, offering a finger from his other hand as consolation.
seeing the appendage come close, yeonjun pulled it closer and hugged it tight. it rested its cheek against the finger and continued whining and whimpering as it witnessed the cat's fluffy cuteness.
"it's not fair, what'd i do!"
"shh, it's okay, tyun will come around." the fairy buried its face against the skin of the finger in its arms. feeling slight wetness, scobin inspected the yeonjun closer. "are you... crying?"
"no!" it sobbed.
"c'mon, we'll get you some strawberries, hm? it's okay, shh, it's okay, junnie."
yeonjun was finally quiet now but he chomped on the strawberries like he held a personal grudge. his eyes still trained on the cat whenever it came to view, otherwise he would blankly stare at the tv screen.
soobin held back his laugh.
"how about you feed it a snack later?"
"can i?"
"we can try," soobin said as he shrugged. it can't be that bad. and it wasn't that bad, kinda. other than the fact that tyun knocked yeonjun into its water bowl earlier, and now said fairy was running after the feline.
"yeonjun, be careful!" his eyes struggle to keep up as he righted any objects that got bumped into. his eyebrows scrunch in worry as he watched the tiny fairy attempt to chase the cat with a metal spoon in its hands, the same spoon it had used to offer (snacks) its friendship earlier. getting lost in his thoughts, soobin's daze got cut off when he heard tyun hiss out of his vision.
"tyun? where are you, kitty?" he asked.
in the same moment yeonjun, screamed- "soobin, help!"
then, from under the couch, the fairy appeared but it started running again. except this time, the cat was doing the chasing. luckily, soobin was a trained petsitter and managed to catch tyun before the cat could get far.
"shh, it's okay, did yeonjun bother you?" he asked as he patted the cat in his arms, hand twisted a little to reach her head. yeonjun pouted from where he stood under a dining chair.
"she started it!"
"yeonjun..." the fairy huffed at the scolding gaze that was sent his way, all too familiar with it. it left for the bedroom shortly after, not wanting to see his human consoling the enemy any longer. once tyun was asleep on her catbed, he took a picture to send to her owner. confirming that the text got delivered, he pocketed his phone before tidying up the house for the night. he closed the tv, threw away used litter, switched off lights and all his other nightly routines.
by the time he was done, it was 10pm, an hour later than usual. he sighed as he stepped into the shower. the next three days were gonna be long for him, he thought to himself. rinsing off the soap suds, the scent suddenly reminded him of the fairy's first bath. he smiled then.
entering his room with only a towel felt like a punishment. somewhere in the time it took him to calm tyun down, yeonjun had found the aircon remote and turned it on. he quickly went through his drawers to find some pyjamas to wear, nearly tripping while pulling on the pants.
"yeonjun? are you asleep?" he asked as he approached the bed. he lifted the blanket a little and in the centre of his side of the bed was the fairy, curled up in a sad silhouette. "what's wrong?"
"nothing," it mumbled, making no move to give space for the human to lay rest.
"can i lay down with you?" the fairy only hummed as it shrugged, its position making the movement look smaller than usual. soobin sighed through his nose, not really knowing what to do with a non-responsive yeonjun.
he was used to the loud, emotional yeonjun. the expressive, dramatic yeonjun.
the yeonjun who pouted when soobin took away its strawberries. the yeonjun who gasped at every bee that buzzed by the window. the yeonjun who whined to sleep with his rabbit plush even though it had one of its own.
this yeonjun was new to him.
soobin grabbed the two rabbit plushies on yeonjun's side of the bed and climbed on. "wanna sleep with bunny tonight?" he offered his own plushie to the fairy but, with its back still turned to the human, it shook its head. "you sure?"
he didn't receive any response after that. hugging both rabbits, one in the crevice of each arm, he lied on his back to face the ceiling.
"i'm sure tyun will warm up to you eventually. you still have two more days to get to know each other so we'll work on it again tomorrow, okay?" he turned his head to his side but there was no movement from yeonjun. soobin sighed, turning so his back faced the fairy before sleep took over.
in the dark, the fairy's eyes were wide open, wings fluttering weakly at every soft snore the human let out.
yeonjun hated this. being a disappointment, being a burden. he'd left the land of the fae exactly for this reason but nothing had changed. barely any animals still spoke to him after he'd ran away, his name shunned by his own people.
for hours, he laid there, barely breathing as he got lost in his own thoughts. he was only pulled out of them when he heard scratching outside of the room. he peeked to see soobin still snoring away, though now on his back rather than his side.
the fairy snuck away, struggling with all the movements needed to reach the door from the bed.
fortunately, the bed wasn't too high up.
unfortunately, he couldn't say the same for the door handle.
with the help of a nearby cabinet and a little force from his nearly-useless wings, he managed to get on the handle. yeonjun tested his luck first, jumping a little on the metal. it rattled a bit, the noise making him flinch and immediately look to soobin's figure.
the human snorted a bit before rolling on his side, head turned away from the fairy. he started snoring again not long after so yeonjun tried again.
he jumped and jumped, adding more force with each try. he almost got it, heard the hinge get caught before it went back in a place. just a little more and it'll open. he kept jumping until-
click
'yes!' he screamed in his head, but in the next second, he felt his foot slipping. 'uh oh.'
when he opened his eyes again, there was a soft breeze blowing from behind him and from atop him. he squinted to see past the wind and saw two beady eyes staring right at him in the soft sunlight. he gasped, scurrying backwards 'til he hit the door. the breeze from under it still blew into the room, causing him to shiver.
at a quiet thump, his gaze fixated onto the creature in front him, slowly stalking towards him.
"hey, kitty..," he said awkwardly as his lips lifted in a wobbly smile. "friends?"
he squeaked when the feline's pace suddenly increased, holding his arms in front of his head in defense. but instead of sharp fangs or claws to his body, he felt a tickling on his palm. "hm?"
peeking between the space of his arms, he saw white.
white fur took up his whole vision, the cat too close for him to see anything else. slowly, he moved his hand from the cat's nose to atop her head. he heard a purr coming from her throat, the vibrations travelling down his arm and wracking his whole being. he moved his arms as much as he could, patting it the way he saw soobin had done it. "you like that?"
she chirped in response, an adorable little sound like the cute cat that it was. tyun bowed her head lower and lower, until eventually, she was on her back. yeonjun moved along with her, going from head pats and neck scratches to giving her belly rubs.
"this what you want, tyunnie? is this what you want?" he cooed at her with his best baby voice. the feline responded with her own mews and chirps, the two stuck in their own world. they were so into it that they didn't realise the pair of eyes watching them from the bed, a fond smile on the human's lips.
at first, after hearing yeonjun's and tyun's voices, he'd woken up with a jolt at the thought of the fairy in trouble again. but upon seeing them interacting, yeonjun cooing and probably unconsciously making faces as he babied the feline, soobin slumped back into his bed.
"you two having fun?"
the fairy gasped, hands frozen in shock, while the feline startled back to her feet and ran out the room. in her panic, her tail swung violently, hitting yeonjun in the process. he was abruptly flung under the cabinet near the door, the force of it expelling his breath.
"yeonjun!" soobin rushed from the bed, falling to the floor with an 'oof' when his leg got caught in the sheets. while struggling to free himself, he tried to see where the fairy landed, "are you okay?"
under the cabinet, yeonjun was splat on his back, breathing heavily.
"soobin!"
"yeonjun!"
"did you see?" the fairy clambered back to his feet and ran to the human. soobin had only managed to unstuck his leg when he got a faceful of a dusty fairy. "we bonded! i bonded with tyun, she likes me now!"
"mhm, i saw," he mumbled against the fairy's belly. "so proud of you."
"thanks," the fairy giggled. they only moved once soobin started sneezing, nearly sending yeonjun under the bed.
by the time tyun's stay with them was up, 2 days had passed and the fairy and feline had bonded closely. just the night before, yeonjun was whining from where he was sat atop tyun's back, wishing she didn't have to go.
"taehyun loves her too, you know?"
"then why did he leave her here, where i could bond with her and wished she stayed with me forever?!"
"because he had to go visit his mom and she's allergic to cats." soobin reasoned with the fairy. "now shush, i'm trying to finish this."
the fairy glared at the human, perplexed at how he could be so calm when their housemate had to leave the next morning. he huffed, telling the cat to bring him away from soobin's workplace so he could be dramatic in peace.
it was nearly an hour later that soobin finally got up from his table, two crocheted pieces in hand. he saw the fairy moping on tyun's stomach, the cat getting distracted by the front door's dangling chime.
"yeonjun?"
"no, i don't wanna talk with you right now." soobin chuckled at his indignation, causing the fairy to lift his head and glare in his direction. the human lifted his hands apologetically, the red he was holding capturing yeonjun's attention. "what's that?"
"a parting gift." he said with a smile, gesturing for yeonjun and tyun to come over so he could give the gifts to them.
taehyun came early the next morning, barely any time for yeonjun to plant goodbye kisses on tyun. the cat had soaked in the attention, purring hard. when the younger saw his cat, he asked soobin, "what'd you do to my cat?"
"it's just a hat, taehyun." in the cat cage, tyun sat calmly with a red crocheted strawberry hat on her head. she meowed sharply then, seemingly in defense of the hat. her owner let it be and thanked soobin for his care. "i barely did anything but i'll take it."
taehyun looked at soobin weirdly before he went to load everything in his trunk. while the cat cage was being strapped securely on his passenger seat, soobin saw a small movement to his right. when he looked, he saw yeonjun waving from the window, a red hat sitting on top of his pink hair. he tried to ignore the skip in his heartbeat when he saw something glistening tracking down the fairy's cheek.
he looked back to the car just in time to see taehyun shut the passenger door and wave at him before heading to the driver's side.
by nightfall, soobin and yeonjun laid face to face, back to their respective sides. the human watched as the fairy fiddled with the bow on his rabbit plushie, yeonjun's own plush secure in soobin's arms.
"do you think tyun will miss me?"
"absolutely."
"really?"
"of course."
silence engulfed them again as the fairy resumed his fiddling.
"what about me?" the human hummed in question, not getting what the fairy meant. "if i leave, will you miss me?"
it took soobin a while to answer, the thought of not having yeonjun around not registering in his brain. what would it be like to wake up without yeonjun's surprisingly loud snores next to him every morning? what would it be like to not have strawberries suddenly missing from his fridge and all he'd felt was endearment? what would it be like to fall asleep with only one rabbit plush in hand, the other gone from his sight?
he couldn't see it at all, even if that was the life he had before.
"of course, i will."
"yeah?"
"yeah," soobin said softly. "though you're not allowed to leave me."
"i won't."
"promise?"
"promise."
that night, soobin fell asleep with one arm wrapped around a rabbit plush. the other was placed in front of him, hand laying on the other plushie where a fairy hugged one of his fingers.
that night, he dreamt of twinkling eyes and a bright smile with arms wrapped around his body. if that morning he woke up blushing from seeing yeonjun's face, no one needed to know.
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This is also where we find our first Clank section! I have some...issues with these, but this one is short and inoffensive. Clank is a small dude and not very strong, so his sections are more about pure platforming mixed with puzzle elements usually involving other tiny robots he can command
Also this is where you can find (or rather buy) Ratchet’s Grind Boots!
Yeah Ratchet can just straight up grind like it’s Sonic Adventure 2. I don’t think any of the devs have ever officially stated that Sonic was an inspiration for the character, but c’mon: furry anthropomorphic animal with an attitude as the protagonist of a platformer game, accompanied by a more naive and nerdy companion? Maybe it wasn’t exactly intentional but given the effects that Sonic has had over mascot platformers I’m pretty sure some of his DNA is absolutely present here (although the way Ratchet carries Clank around like a backpack reminds me of Banjo Kazooie more than anything else)
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in the coop | kang yeosang
genre: humor
character: college student!yeosang ft. college student!wooyoung
description: Yeosang and Wooyoung hatch and execute a plan to steal a chicken from a county fair to save it from the butcher.
word count: 3.1k
warnings: a little bit of swearing
author’s note: happy birthday yeosang!! <3 a gift for you. eat lots of chicken today! thank you for entertaining atiny with your humor and kindness. and leif, I hope you enjoy this especially, because I wrote this with you in mind. <3
taglist: @itsapapisongo @mangomingki @irehlevant @blueprint-han
The county fair was a treat to behold once a year. Though the smells were less of a treat to witness - filled with smells of starchy food and sweaty children, Yeosang and Wooyoung had to adapt to ignore it. Wooyoung did this by buying an enormous and sugar-coated funnel cake. When he dove into it while the two of them walked around the fairgrounds, a bit of powdered sugar dusted his nose.
Yeosang opted for a corndog. It was less messy and perhaps a bit healthier in comparison with the funnel cake. "You're going to have an awful stomachache when we leave," he said while he watched Wooyoung shove an absurdly large piece of funnel cake into his mouth.
"And?" Wooyoung said between chews, the powdered sugar on his nose that Yeosang had not bothered to mention making him look like a white Rudolph. "When else can I have funnel cake?"
Wooyoung was right, the fair was the only place Yeosang could think of that actually had funnel cake. But he wouldn't be surprised if Wooyoung birthed a food baby and a stomachache the next day. Yeosang took another bite of his corndog and decided not to push the matter.
They had been at the fair for a few hours now, going on rides that made their stomachs rearrange themselves and gave some usage to their vocal chords while they screamed. They were on break now, enjoying their dinners and pondering what to do next while their food settled.
Wooyoung had suggested they play tented games, like throwing ping pong balls onto the top of glass bottles or throwing balls to knock down clown faces in order to win a prize at the end of it. But Yeosang decided against it. "Those games are so incredibly rigged, we'd just waste our money because it's impossible to win," he said, so they both ignored the heckling game owner that tried to sell them balls so they could play his game.
"So what do we do?" Wooyoung pushed. "Stare at the farm animals?" He asked, and then gestured to the animal exhibition that was growing closer to them in the distance.
"Exactly!" Yeosang grinned. He was actually excited to see the animals, but Wooyoung groaned.
"Wouln't that be boring?" He whined.
"Not at all," Yeosang said, waving his corndog stick at him. "The animals are cute and we can compare them to our friends. I swear I saw a sheep that looked just like Seonghwa."
At the mention of making fun of their friends, Wooyoung's face broke out into an enormous and evil grin. "Then let's meet these furry friends!" He said and marched ahead of Yeosang to the cow barn.
Upon entrance to the barn, they were met with the pungent smell of animals. Yeosang and Wooyoung crinkled their noses at the same time. A cow mooed at them as greeting.
"Is that hay?" Wooyoung conversationally asked the cow, referring to the food it was eating, then directed the question at Yeosang.
"Like if I know," Yeosang shrugged. "Probably." He walked over to Wooyoung and pulled out a water bottle from Wooyoung's backpack and took a long drink. It was sweltering outside. And although the sun had descended from its peak a few hours ago, the heat still stung.
Wooyoung was closely inspecting the line of cows cheerfully eating hay and swishing their tails. "I think Hongjoong would enjoy being a cow," he said wisely. "Seems like a chill life. He always complains about stress."
"That one kind of looks like him," Yeosang laughed and pointed at one that did have some resemblance to Hongjoong.
They traversed to another area of the barn and found more animals - pigs, goats, sheep, llamas, geese, bunnies, and chickens. A goat was there to greet them with a loud and piercing bleat. "Jongho, is that you?" Wooyoung said as he smiled at the vocal goat.
"There's Seonghwa," Yeosang said and was quick to point out the sheep he had talked about earlier, resting in a pen.
"Yunho," Wooyoung said and gestured towards a particularly tall llama with a long neck.
"San," Yeosang said, and pointed to a pig pen. One of the pigs was having a blast and running around the pen excitedly. "And Mingi," he continued, gesturing to another pig peacefully sleeping in the corner.
"Yeosang," Wooyoung said, causing Yeosang to turn towards his friend, only to find out that he was being compared to a chicken.
"I'm not a chicken," he said, offended. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to a patch of honking geese near the pigs. "Wooyoung."
Wooyoung only took the geese as a compliment. He grinned like a little kid and honked himself. "Do the chicken dance for me, Yeosang," he bantered.
"Shut up," Yeosang said sweetly. But he had to admit, the chickens were extremely interesting. In his opinion, they were the best animal at the fair. It might have been because he loved to eat chicken, but the chickens he came by as he walked around their pens came in beautiful browns, reds, oranges, and blacks. Some of their eggs even came in different hues. When he walked by one, it pecked its beak towards him and made him smile. So he was in Wooyoung's line of vision, he silently did the chicken dance in front of a light orange variety.
"Amazing," Wooyoung breathed and walked closer to him. He peaked at the orange chicken that Yeosang was nearby. "Aw, this one is cute."
"But he didn't win any prizes," Yeosang said and gestured to the other chickens around them. While some chickens had beautiful multi-colored ribbons that announced they had won in some sort of category, this orange chicken had a small, simple, and drab white ribbon.
"Participation," Wooyoung said, ogling the single ribbon on the chicken's cage. "That's silly. He's a stunning bird. A true specimen of chicken." The orange chicken pecked at the cage in response to Wooyoung's compliment.
"Taken an interest in Mr. Clucks, eh?" A man said, coming from behind them. He wore worn blue jeans, sneakers, and a yellow plaid shirt. He was older, but the little twinkle in his eye that appeared when he smiled suggested he was young at heart. "I'm the owner of him and a few other animals in this exhibition," the man clarified.
"It's too bad he didn't win anything," Wooyoung said, always eager to talk to someone. "He's really quite a nice-looking chicken."
"It really is too bad," the owner nodded. "I send my non-winners to the butcher, unfortunately." He said this casually.
Yeosang and Wooyoung looked at the chicken, Mr. Clucks, and then back at the owner, who gave them a smile.
"The butcher?" Yeosang repeated. He couldn't have meant that. Perhaps it was just a joke. He knew, rationally, chickens had to be killed in order for him to enjoy fried chicken, but now he knew this chicken. He couldn't just die now.
"I know, it's unfortunate," the owner sighed, and Yeosang couldn't argue with him. He gave a smile to the owner and looked back at Mr. Clucks, adamantly pecking the ground, oblivious to his fate.
"I can't believe he'd just drop him like that," Yeosang said to Wooyoung after the owner had gone off to talk to other fair-goers. "This poor chicken will die because he wasn't good enough? Mr. Clucks doesn't deserve that." He looked back at the orange chicken with a saddened expression.
"Nothing we can do about it, though," Wooyoung shrugged while Mr. Clucks pecked at the ground some more. "Unless we were to steal him, but that's impossible. He's in that cage."
Yeosang nodded, unable to keep his eyes off of the chicken. "I really wish we..."
But Yeosang trailed off. On other cages, a small lock kept the door of the cage secure. But on Mr. Cluck's cage, the lock was both unlocked and broken. It would still prevent Mr. Clucks from getting out of the cage, but all Yeosang would need to do would be to slide the lock off of the hook that it was on.
Wooyoung noticed what Yeosang was seeing. "Yeosang, no. Absolutely not."
"But he's going to die," Yeosang pushed, his heart beginning to race. Could they save Mr. Clucks?
"Yeah, just like a lot of chicken!" Wooyoung hissed. "The same chicken that you gouge down about four times a week. And what if we get caught? We're not exactly inconspicuous carrying around a goddamn chicken."
Yeosang pointed to Wooyoung's backpack that was coincidentally chicken-sized.
"Yeosang," Wooyoung groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. "Okay, I guess I don't want him to die either. But he's not going to be happy in my backpack. He'd get stressed being in an unknown and closed space. We'd have a clucking backpack for the rest of our time at the fair."
"Then we steal- no, rescue him when we leave," Yeosang said, nodding at Wooyoung, who looked like he wanted to pass out on the floor out of exasperation. "Come on. This is a perfectly dumb thing that we can do together. We'll laugh about it in a few years."
"Not if the chicken police catches us," Wooyoung said, but his tone was amused rather than scolding. "Fine. But after we lose our minds on a few more rides."
Yeosang's smile was brighter than the blazing sun. "Thank you." Yeosang took one last look at Mr. Clucks in his cage before the two of them exited the animal exhibition.
Wooyoung and Yeosang proceeded to let themselves go wild for the last few hours of the fair. They rode one wooden and rickety rollercoaster in the fair multiple times with the other screaming preteens. They went on it so many times that the ride attendant learned their names, thanks to Wooyoung's loud personality and penchant for never shutting up.
"Well, Wooyoung, Yeosang," said the attendant, a cap that displayed the fair's company logo on his blond hair, "have fun on the ride. Again." He seemed to linger a little too long on Yeosang, but both of the boys were too eager to go on the ride to notice his attention to him.
Wooyoung later dared Yeosang go to on a terrible yet exciting throw up-inducing ride that flipped and turned its riders in the air. Yeosang stood in line with his arms crossed while Wooyoung gleefully stood on the sidelines. But the tables turned when the attendant told Yeosang that a minimum of two people were needed for each seat on the ride, and no one else in the line was riding single. There was no greater walk of shame for Wooyoung as he climbed into the ride's seat next to Yeosang. It was Yeosang's turn to be gleeful. So, the two of them screamed their lungs out as they whipped through the air and the sun smiled down at them from above.
The sun soon disappeared from the horizon and cooled down the fair. There was less light and more people crowding the fairgrounds, giving perfect conditions for the rescue of Mr. Clucks.
Wooyoung and Yeosang darkened the entrance to the chicken exhibition around eight o'clock. Wooyoung, armed with Mr. Cluck's red ride, his backpack, had a satisfied smile. Yeosang, eager to save his friend he had only met a few hours ago, made a beeline for the chicken.
"Mr. Clucks, hello!" He whispered as he slid the broken lock off of the cage while Wooyoung partially blocked him from other's view. There was only one other family with them, a mother and her screaming toddler, so they doubted she would pay attention to their thievery. The owner was also nowhere to be found, and the two of them had assumed he was tending to his other animals. The universe, it seemed, was optimized for thieves and discord this night.
Mr. Clucks clucked with fear when he was picked up by Yeosang from his cage, but all of the other chickens were also clucking. He was inaudible as he was placed carefully into Wooyoung's backpack and then zipped up.
"Oh, he's restless," Wooyoung muttered, now carrying the weight of poultry on his back. "I can feel him pecking my back."
"He's showing his love," Yeosang said and shut Mr. Cluck's now empty cage behind him. "Tomorrow, I'll go out and buy chicken food."
Wooyoung eyed him. "Yeosang, you're keeping him?" He asked, as if there wasn't a chicken in his backpack.
"What else am I supposed to do with him?" He asked incredulously, leading Wooyoung out of the chicken exhibition. It was luckily darker than when they had entered the chicken pens, so the small ruffling of Wooyoung's backpack was hardly noticeable. There was also enough screaming, laughing, and chattering from other fair-goers to deafen Mr. Cluck's clucking.
"Just let him go on the street?" Wooyoung shrugged. "You can't possibly take care of a chicken. Where will you put him?"
"I'm sure Pet Smart will have everything," Yeosang shrugged, weaving around a few of the fair-goers. They were almost at the exit of the fair. Once they were out of the gates, their rescue of Mr. Clucks would be a success.
"How was the fair?" The security guard that stood outside the fair asked, giving a serious smile as he checked to make sure Yeosang and Wooyoung had wrist bands.
"Egg-ceptional," Yeosang said at the same time Wooyoung said "im-peck-able." They then looked at each other with murder in their eyes.
The security guard, however, was not fazed. "Have a nice night," he said, and waved Yeosang, Wooyoung, and Mr. Clucks off.
Now that they were in the parking lot, Mr. Cluck's clucking was more audible. "Mr. Clucks, stop being so clucking- no, fucking loud!" Wooyoung hissed.
"It's fine, there's no one else around us," Yeosang reassured him. He could feel the adrenaline beginning to pick up inside him. They had done it, and Yeosang was so excited to show the rest of their friends Mr. Clucks.
"My backpack is going to smell like chicken for the rest of time," Wooyoung groaned as they reached Yeosang's car. He carefully placed down the backpack as he got into the passenger seat of the car and opened up the backpack. Mr. Clucks clucked as a greeting.
Yeosang peered over to look at their new friend. "Wonderful," he said, starting up the car. "Doesn't it feel good that we saved him?"
"What I'm feeling is itchy scratches on my back from all of his pecking, but sure," Wooyoung said, not taking his eyes off of Mr. Clucks. The orange chicken, now unzipped and a bit more free, seemed happier. Yeosang drove out of the parking lot.
"Get ready for your new home, Mr. Clucks," he said, turning smoothly into the lane that would take him home, "everyone is going to love you."
"What the hell?" Seonghwa said as a greeting when he walked into Yeosang's apartment. It was the next day, and Yeosang had gone out and bought all of the basic necessities for Mr. Clucks - a cage, chicken food, a chicken harness, and assorted clean up supplies. All of it sat in the corner of his apartment, while Yeosang himself was sitting on his couch. Mr. Clucks was perched onto his thighs and pecking aimlessly into the air.
"It's Mr. Clucks," Wooyoung said, leaning on the wall next to him with his arms crossed. "We stole him." He grinned while Seonghwa looked like he wanted to pass out.
Hongjoong entered the room next. He stared at Mr. Clucks for an absurdly long amount of time before saying, "Yeosang, I think your fried chicken is a bit undercooked." Seonghwa snorted.
"They stole him," Seonghwa added.
"From the fair," Wooyoung clarified.
"Why?" Hongjoong asked.
"Why not?" Yeosang said in reply, stroking Mr. Clucks' feathers.
Yunho and San entered Yeosang's apartment at the same time. "A chicken?" San asked, while Yunho sat right down next to Yeosang, admiring Mr. Clucks. Seonghwa and Hongjoong judged Yunho as he smiled and pet Mr. Clucks with Yeosang.
Jongho walked in with Mingi trailing behind him. While Jongho went through all five stages of grief upon seeing Mr. Clucks, Mingi was unfazed by Yeosang's new pet. "A chicken?" He asked. "What's his name?"
"Mr. Clucks," Yeosang grinned, which caused a few of them to look at each other with concern. Yeosang didn't seem to notice.
"Mr. Kang Clucks," Mingi finished.
At that, Yeosang brightened and Mr. Clucks let out a particularly triumphant cluck. "Oh, I love that name!"
"Or KC," San added. The room was oddly silent as Yeosang stroked his chicken, the only noise coming from Mr. Cluck's random clucks.
"Does the landlord know about this?" Hongjoong said finally, breaking the silence.
"He won't ever know," Yeosang said, smiling. "Well, unless he sees me taking it on a walk. But I think I'll be fine."
A pin could have dropped in the room. Seonghwa didn't take his eyes off of the harness, which had a leash, in the corner of the room. "A chicken," Hongjoong said finally, the unspoken spokesperson of the group. "Alright."
"I saved him from being killed," Yeosang felt the need to say. "And," he continued, looking at Wooyoung, "maybe I will end up releasing him or sending him to a good farm. But for now, I'll take care of him." He gave a grin to everyone, and as he stroked Mr. Clucks some more, it was clear that he dearly admired him.
But their smiles turned into held back laughter as Yeosang bent down and began dressing Mr. Clucks into a leashed harness. "I'll take him on his walk now," he said, placing Mr. Clucks down onto the floor wearing his new harness.
"Have a nice walk," a few of them echoed as they watched Yeosang and his domesticated poultry exit the apartment.
"A chicken," Seonghwa echoed now that Yeosang was gone. Jongho was already pulling out his phone and setting himself by the window to record Yeosang walking the chicken like it was a dog.
"I think the chicken is kind of cute," Yunho shrugged. "And it's admirable of him to give a bit of his time and money for the little guy."
"But a chicken," Seonghwa said. "A chicken."
They all grinned at that. But Yeosang was Yeosang, and as he walked outside with his winged and clucking pet, the rest of them felt a wave of respect and love for him.
And that was the sweet part about Yeosang - despite his love for eating chicken, he had a heart of gold and cared for unseen animals. And that allowed all of them to look at him at a new angle that, until now, none of them had previously noticed.
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A Sniper’s Life Changing Injury
Part One
Warnings: fear, self hate, transformation, body horror, swearing, lying, injury, thoughts of abandonment, angst, lots of angst, thoughts of losing brothers, near death experience. Depression, feeling alone. It does get fluffy in the end tho, we promise
A/N: This is a collab fic between myself and @ahsokatano-thetogruta , we hope that you enjoy this! As we’ve put in the warnings, there is a lot of angst and Crosshair feels so scared and alone at a few points in this fic, so if you are feeling sad, you may want to skip out on reading this fic. It does get fluffy in the end tho, we promise. We also promise that there will be more fluffier fics for Werewolf Crosshair in the future.
Crosshair sits in his spot above the base, rifle trained on the door. His job is to shoot any droid that gets close, which is pretty easy. He waits for his brothers to get out with the information, then they can leave this force damned, snowy planet. Crosshair smirks when he finally sees his brothers leave the base, and head back to the Marauder. “Took them long enough.” He grumbles, standing up and walking through the tall trees, back towards the Marauder.
But he freezes when he hears a rustling, Crosshair points his rifle, seeing some large bushes, he waits. When there's a roar, and a giant beast jumps straight onto Crosshair, clamping a jaw around his arm. “ARGHH!!” He screams as he kicks the beast off, picking up his rifle and shooting at the beast the best he can with his injured arm. Once it’s gone, Crosshair huffs, then goes to walk back to the Marauder to get his arm taken care of, when he feels a weird feeling in his stomach.
“What the-- AURGH!” The pain intensifies tenfold, as Crosshair falls to the ground. He snarls as he starts to rip off his armor, the pain making him need too. Once it’s all off, he growls and whimpers as he hears a crack, making him scream. He covers his mouth, not wanting anyone to hear him, as his shirt grows tight, then rips. Crosshair realizes that his body is growing bigger, grey fur growing all over him.
He whines as his bones crack and change, legs gaining haunches. He hears a beeping, his comm is going off. “Crosshair! You there? Where are you Vod’ika, you should be back by now!” Crosshair whines, a noise unfamiliar to him, he… he wants his brothers, his Ori’Vod. He just wants Wrecker to hold him close, Tech to talk his ears off but also comfort him. And Hunter… he just wants some comfort from his oldest brother, please.
He goes to grab his comm, to call his Ori’Vod’s to his side, but when he almost reaches it, he feels a burning pain in his bones and his hands shake as he pulls them back to him, seeing them change and become more claw-like. He growls and his mouth elongates, becoming a muzzle, and a large fluffy tail painfully sprouts and grows from his backside. He opens his eyes, tears falling down his face as he looks down at himself, the transformation is finished, and he’s looking down at a body not his own. He looks at his hands and feet, both have sharp claws on the ends, and his legs have haunches. He is covered in thick, grey fur, and he can tell that he’s even bigger than Wrecker now, so much bigger.
Crosshair whimpers as he realizes that… that he can’t call his brothers. He’s a monster now, a hideous beast that his brothers will abandon as soon as they find out. Crosshair shakes his head, he can’t let them know, can’t tell them that he’s a monster now. Crosshair cries, completely breaking down from his usual, cold persona, what does he do, will he be human again? What happens if he isn’t?
“Crosshair?!! Cross!! Where are you!!” Crosshair hears the distant shouts of his brothers. Shit! Crosshair doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want his brothers to see him like this, so he carries out his best and only best plan.
Run and hide.
So he does. He runs. He runs as fast as he can. He tries to run on two legs, but he keeps stumbling and falling to the ground, so he runs on all fours, coming across a cave. He takes a few moments to calm himself down as soon as he gets the chance to sit against the cave wall. He’s panicking, scared out of his mind as he looks down at himself, seeing a body that isn’t his. All he wants right now is a hug from Hunter, but there’s no way that they’d give him one now. Crosshair is a monster now, there’s no going back.
He whines and whimpers as he finds something to chew on, but he can’t, so he just uses the next best thing. His hand will make an okay substitute for now, but he wishes that Wrecker was there with him, since he would always offer him Lula to chew on whenever he was stressed or anxious, usually both. He visualises the small Tooka doll, seeing it’s slightly bent and floppy ear. The image makes him happy, but then he just sees the disgusted looks on all of their faces, making his ears press back as he curls in on himself.
A snow storm is picking up quickly, the atmosphere’s temperature dropping dramatically. Crosshair hopes that the others aren’t stuck out there in the cold. He’s sure that him being in this form would keep them all warm if they snuggled together, but who really wants to be near a monster like him? Crosshair pushes his intrusive and painful thoughts away, crawling a little further into the cave to escape the ice cold draft blowing in. He stops and settles down, well, as much as he can. He lies on the floor, feeling some tears run down his furry cheek as he lets out a sob, echoing around the small cave. “Hunter...Tech...Wrecker…” Is all he says quietly to himself as he feels himself fall asleep until he’s completely passed out.
xxx
Crosshair wakes up with a shiver. The morning light floods into the cave and he feels its slight warmth brush against his feet. He sits up groggily, then his eyes widen when he sees that he’s smaller, no longer covered in fur and back to his normal, human self. He sighs in relief as he shuffles into the light a little more, making him hum at the tiny amount of warmth comforting him. He looks out onto a sea of white, the snow glistening brightly. “No way I’m walking out there.” Crosshair mutters to himself, imagining the laughs and chuckles from his brothers.
He then freezes as he hears a ship, poking his head out of the cave to see the Marauder landing right outside, he backs up a bit, as Hunter jumps out and comes running, followed by Tech and Wrecker. “Cross! You here?!” he yells, and Crosshair smiles and yells back. “I’m here!” Hunter comes running into the cave, he looks tired, but gets a relieved look. “Cross!” He runs over and pulls Crosshair into a hug, as both Wrecker and Tech run over as well and join in.
Hunter then pulls away, getting a serious look as Tech wraps a blanket around Crosshair’s shoulders. “What the Kriff happened? We went looking for you when you didn’t return to the Marauder, we found your armor, and torn shirt. What happened!” Crosshair sighs. “An animal attacked me, but I fought it off. It tore my armor and shirt off, then I ran and hid in this cave.” Hunter has an unbelieving look, but he just gives a relieved smile. “We’re just glad you’re okay, Vod’ika.” Hunter tells him, then Wrecker runs over and picks him up.
“Hey! What--” “We thought you were dead!” Wrecker yells as he hugs Crosshair close, tearing up. Crosshair sighs, but hugs Wrecker back. “It’s okay, I’m okay, Wrecker.” Wrecker smiles and presses a kiss to Crosshair’s forehead. “Let's get you inside, you’re freezing.” Crosshair nods, and Tech walks up. “Yes, your body temperature is much too low for my liking.'' The four of them run to the Marauder, Crosshair actually being carried in Wreckers arms. He’s carried straight to Wrecker’s bunk, being laid down as his brothers all start to strip their armor.
“What?--” “We are having a cuddle pile, both to warm you up, and because we spent a whole night thinking you were dead, we need the comfort of knowing you’re safe beside us.” Crosshair nods, feeling terrible for worrying them. They all climb into the bed, Crosshair between Tech and Hunter, as Wrecker moves them all to be on top of him. Crosshair sighs softly, getting a happy smile. He’s so glad that he turned back to human, he just hopes that he doesn’t transform again.
He yawns as his eyes flutter closed, the warmth of his brothers making him sleepy, he drifts off to sleep.
xxx
That was not the only time Crosshair transforms, not by a longshot. He transformed two more times before today, the first was only three days after the very first time, he was lucky to get an excuse out to his brothers before running. They were thankfully on a more tropical planet, so no freezing to death. The second time, he was once again sniping, and it just started, it may have been because he was worried for his brothers, he doesn’t know. He had started sneaking spare blacks in his backpack thankfully after the tropical planet, so he made sure to leave no evidence and hid in another cave.
His brothers had grown suspicious when he had returned, but he had just shrugged. “I found a new spot, but I got trapped by clankers, so I had to hide and wait it out.” He knew they hadn’t quite believed it, but they didn’t bug.
Crosshair sighs as he cleans his rifle, they have been in space for about four days, and he’s so scared of transforming while up here. Hunter will surely sense it, and then it's all over. He’ll lose his brothers forever, and be alone. Crosshair runs a hand through his hair as he sighs sadly. “Maybe I deserve it, what kind of monsters have families.” He whispers to himself, then startles when he hears Hunter yell for him.
“Cross! Dinners ready!” He stands, setting his rifle up as he leaves his quarters, walking to the common area. Hunter smiles and hands him a plate. “Wrecker chose tonight.” Crosshair sighs, rolling his eyes, but he smiles. “Kraft Dinner?” “Kraft Dinner.” Hunter confirms, and Crosshair smiles as Wrecker pumps a fist. “Yeah!! I love it!!” Crosshair smiles as he sits down against a wall, and starts eating his bowl of Kraft Dinner. Hunter has given him a fork, just how he likes it.
He eats for a few minutes, hearing Tech babble about this new gadget he’s working on, just feeling content when he feels the familiar discomfort welling up in his stomach. His eyes widen as fear fills him. Hunter notices that there’s something off about Crosshair, making him raise an eyebrow “Everything okay, Cross?” He asks, but Crosshair swallows hard to try and get rid of the feeling in his stomach. He tries to think of an excuse, then he looks at his food. “I think this is making me sick, I’ll be right back.” Crosshair lies, knowing that he is going to transform and will not want to show his face, or the face of a wolf, that is.
Crosshair stands quickly and swiftly makes his way down the hall towards his room. Hunter, Tech and Wrecker all share the same concerned, worried look for their little brother. “He doesn’t usually feel sick at dinner, does he?” Tech inquires, making Hunter shake his head. “No. No, he doesn’t.” He replies, getting up and follows Crosshair in his stead back to his room. “Cross, wait!” He calls out to Crosshair, but the door is shut on his face. Hunter knocks a few times “Cross, what’s going on? Are you alright--” A loud groan and yell from inside the room is all he needs for him to answer his own question.
“TECH! WRECKER!” Hunter yells, seeing his brothers run immediately to him. “What’s going on?! Is Cross okay?!” Wrecker asks. He’s never felt so worried before in his whole life. Hunter shakes his head, but before he can answer, there’s a yell louder and more painful than the last one. “His door is locked and I can’t get it open.” Hunter tells them, then Tech is immediately at the panel for the door lock, but his shaky hands are making it difficult for him to hack into the locking mechanism. “I-I can’t get it open!” Tech is panicking, worried for his little brother, tears filling his eyes and making it difficult to see what he’s doing.
“Stand back!!” Wrecker yells, letting Tech move out of the way before he uses all of his strength to kick down the door. They each rush into the room, to then see Crosshair kneeling on the floor with his back to them, arms wrapped around himself. He seems...different. Like he’s-- growing?! The three of them stand there, not sure what to do. This has never happened before. “Crosshair?” Hunter asks cautiously, watching as Crosshair turns his head to look at them. They feel a shiver run down their spines when they see that their little brother’s eyes are yellow and glowing a little, some grey fur growing on his face too.
“Get out!!”
xxx
“Cross, wai--!” The door shuts behind Crosshair. Crosshair groans, hugging his stomach as he sits down on the floor beside his bed. He strips his armor off, throwing it half-hazardly across the room, he hugs himself, as he does everything in his power to hold back the transformation, causing excruciating pain.
He hears knocking. “Cross, what’s going on? Are you alright--” He lets out a loud groan, followed by a yell. The sound of Hunter’s voice is making him scared and uneasy. “TECH! WRECKER!” He hears Hunter yell, as footsteps come running. “No no no.” Crosshair whispers, letting out an even louder, more painful yell as the pain amps up, he’s so scared that his brothers will see the monstrous beast he’s going to become, he continues holding back his transformation, no matter how much pain it causes. He can hear voices on the other side, but is unable to concentrate enough to hear what they’re saying, he growls as fur starts to grow on his face, and he squeezes his eyes shut. “No, please, no.” He whispers, hugging himself and turning from the door as he hears-- “Stand back!!” then a big bang, as he knows that Wrecker has kicked the door down, he grits his teeth as his body starts to slowly, agonizingly slowly, grow bigger.
They stand there for a few minutes, probably just staring at him until he hears Hunter ask. “Crosshair?” almost in a scared voice, it makes Crosshair wince, then he turns to them. Seeing them shiver and their eyes go wide. “Get out!!” He yells, not wanting them to see him, not like this. His voice is a bit deeper, and growly.
As he groans again, he won’t be able to hold back the transformation for much longer. He watches them stare with fear written on all three of their faces, and he looks away. “I said get out!!” He yells, but then everything becomes too much, and he lets out a sob. “Please, just...don’t look at me. I’m… I’m a monster, just go away.” He hugs himself tighter, the pain growing worse as he yells out, he won’t be able to hold it back, it’s already starting to slip. He doesn’t hear them leaving, wondering what's going on. “I’m sorry, I know it’s disgusting, and I’ll leave after this. I promise, you’ll never have to see me aga-- AUGH.” Crosshair tells them, tears falling down his face as he shakes.
He finally slips, unable to hold it back any longer. He lets go and lets the transformation happen, knowing that he can’t stop it now. His body grows larger, fur sprouting out as his clothes rip, his shirt fully shredding as his pants stay on, only ripping at the ends to about half way. He writhes on the floor as his bones crack, legs bending and forming into haunches. His arms are longer and more muscular, hands more claw-like now. He knows that they are probably all staring at him in disgust, already devising a plan to throw him out on the next plant they come across. Crosshair knows that he’s not going to be welcomed here anymore--
His heavy, growly breath hitches when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his front, making him look down to see his bandana-loving brother hugging him tightly. “Hunt-- argh, Hunter, no, don’t…” Crosshair begins but starts sobbing, not wanting Hunter to leave. “Shh, it’s alright, Cross. We’re not going anywhere.” Hunter tells him, making his heart throb. He’s not sure whether it’s from hearing that his brothers still love him or the uncomfortable feeling in his chest as he continues to grow bigger and more fluff grows, getting fluffier.
Hunter pulls away a little, not wanting to keep his embrace around his little brother too tightly. He looks up to see tears flowing down his face, so he reaches a hand up to cup Crosshair’s cheek, wiping the tears away. Crosshair leans into the touch, but then his face hurts as it elongates. He yells out, wanting to look away, but Hunter just gives him a look of ‘it’s okay, I’m not afraid and you shouldn’t be either’. Crosshair whines, squeezing his eyes shut as his ears grow pointy and furry, moving to the top of his head as a tail grows long and fluffy.
Crosshair lets out a relieved huff and sigh, but whimpers when he opens his eyes, he sees Tech and Wrecker standing in front of him, staring in disbelief, making Crosshair press his ears back in fear and look down “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m a monster now, you can kick me out if you want.” He hears no response, so he looks up to see the three of them with tears in their eyes, spilling out and rolling down their faces. Crosshair feels guilty and confused. “Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong--”
“Why would you ever think that?!” Hunter sounds angry, making Crosshair jump in surprise. Hunter takes a deep breath “We’d never kick you out, ever.” He says, standing up and pressing his forehead against Crosshair. Crosshair feels like crying, so he holds Hunter close to comfort him. He feels Tech and Wrecker hug him from either side, so he lets go of Hunter for a moment to pull the both of them in for a hug as well. His longer arms allow him to hold all three of them at once, hugging them close and all together.
They all sit like that for a few minutes, Crosshair just wanting to be close to his brothers, he finds it weird, being bigger than them, especially Wrecker. Crosshair whimpers, gently setting his chin on the top of Tech’s head, making Tech let out a sigh. They then pull away, and Hunter gives him a sad look. “How long? This isn’t the first time, is it?” Crosshair shakes his head, making his brothers get sad looks. “It was during that mission on the snow planet, I transformed, that’s why you couldn’t find me.” Hunter’s eyes widen. “That… That was a week and a half ago, Cross! You’ve been like this that long, and you haven’t told us!” Crosshair flinches, ears pressing back.
“I was scared, I’m a monster now. I thought you’d hate me, and think I’m disgusting. So whenever I transformed I hid, same on the tropical planet and that last planet we were on.” Hunter tears up a bit, as Wrecker growls. “You’re not a monster, never!” He tells Crosshair, making Crosshair whine as his ears press back. Hunter frowns, giving Wrecker a look. Wrecker gently pets Crosshair’s arm.
Hunter then looks back up at Crosshair. “You’re not a monster, you are our brother, nothing is going to change that. Not ever in a million years.” Crosshair tears up again, pulling all three of his brothers into a hug, Tech smiles. “It’s okay, I’d like to run some tests on you. Just so we know how this affects you. But that can be sometime later.” Crosshair nods, nuzzling into Tech as Wrecker pets him. “So you don’t think I’m a Monster? Or disgusting?” Crosshair knows they already said he didn’t, but after thinking they’d hate him for so long, he needs the reassurances.
“Not at all. What you look like doesn’t matter, you're still our little brother, Crossy.” Tech reassures him, making sure that Crosshair is getting everybit comfort he deserves. Crosshair’s chest rumbles in content, letting out a happy hum as he nuzzles into the top of each of their heads. He feels so lucky to have the three greatest Vod’e in the entire galaxy. Lost in his content thoughts, he licks their heads a few times before stopping. His face heats up in embarrassment. “What the-- s-sorry, I don’t know why I did that.” Instead of the weirded out reactions he expected, they all smile kindly and don’t say anything about it. Except for Tech, that is. “Well, it is probably a new natural reaction or instinct that you have developed, since it is a gesture that a wolf makes to show affection.”
Wrecker looks at him with a mix of shock and confusion. He never knew that “They do that?” He asks and Tech retorts playfully in a smart tone of voice “I thought that was obvious.” All of them chuckle, including Crosshair, who feels a lot less nervous knowing that it is something that is now...normal. Suddenly, he sees Wrecker lean up to his face and start licking his furry cheek. “Um, Wrecker? W-What are y’doing?” Crosshair asks, unable to hold back a chuckle.
“M’giving you affection too-- bleh!” Wrecker tells him, but then he’s cut off when he starts coughing up some fur that got in his mouth. Crosshair laughs and pats the top of Wrecker’s head. “Normal kisses work fine, Wreck.” He tells him with a smile, then Wrecker kisses him normally a few times before snuggling again. Crosshair nuzzles him and then hums when Hunter plays with the fur on his chest, making his eyes flutter from the nice feeling. Hunter chuckles sweetly. “Is that nice, Cross’ika?” Crosshair can’t find the words to say, so he just nods and hums. Hunter runs his fingers through the fluffy fur a few more times, looking sadly at Crosshair.
Crosshair whines at the loss of Hunter’s touch, making him fully open his eyes “Why did you stop?” He asks, and Hunter sighs “You really went through this alone three times already? The same pain and worry on your mind?” Hunter asks. Crosshair looks sheepishly at him in response and nods, his ears pressing back. “M’sorry, I...I was just so scared.”
Hunter frowns, placing a hand softly on Crosshair’s cheek. “Well, you don’t have to be afraid anymore. We’re here for you and we always will be. Right, Fellas?” Hunter smiles at Tech and Wrecker who both nod. Tech lets out a little “Yep.” while Wrecker pumps his fist in the air a little and shouts “Yeah!”, making them all laugh and smile.
After calming down, Crosshair lets out a yawn, his sharp teeth on display for the others to see, but they don’t find them scary. He feels tired from all the exhaustion, taking over his entire body. If his brothers weren’t there, he’d surely just flop and pass out on the floor. “You ready to sleep?” Hunter asks, sensing his little brother’s exhaustion, and Crosshair nods. They all stand up, apart from Crosshair who doesn’t. “What’s wrong, Cross? Can’t you walk?” Tech asks with a raised eyebrow, seeing Crosshair with a nervous look on his face.
“I can only walk on all fours. It’s difficult now that my legs are...different.” Crosshair whines, making the others give him looks of sympathy, then Tech hums in thought, sitting down and gently grabbing Cross’s leg, pulling his foot to his face, studying it. “It may be difficult, since you aren’t used to walking on your toes, plus you’ve never had haunches before, so that is the biggest change to your anatomy.” Crosshair stretches his other leg out, looking at his larger foot. That makes a lot of sense. Crosshair sighs. “I just...I don’t want to walk around like an animal.” Tech nods as he says “Understandable.” as he lets go of Crosshair’s leg.
Only a moment later, Wrecker walks over to him and scoops him up, making Crosshair yelp in surprise. “Don’t worry, Crossy. We’ve got you. Quite literally, in my case.” Wrecker smiles, then Crosshair returns it, nuzzling his snout into Wrecker’s neck as he’s carried over to his bunk. Wrecker sets Crosshair down, squeezing in next to him as Hunter sits on the other side, then Tech just stands there, noticing that there isn’t a lot of room left.
Crosshair smiles and pats his lap “You can sit here, if you want? It’ll be more comfortable to pile on, rather than trying to squish together onto one bunk.” Tech nods as he climbs up and sits in Crosshair’s lap, with a helping hand from Crosshair, who pulls him close so Tech won’t fall off while they are asleep. The last thing Crosshair wants to do is hurt his brothers anymore than he already has by not telling them about this, thinking that they’d get rid of him. With a happy sigh, he finally falls asleep, enjoying the company of his brothers. They make him feel safe and loved, being there by his side while he’s in this new and scary form.
xxx
Hunter opens his eyes groggily, gently sitting up. He rubs his eyes and looks around, smiling when he sees a human Crosshair, with Tech on top of him. Hunter gently reaches over and runs a hand through Cross’s hair, making his brother hum, and a smile appear on his face. Hunter smiles softly, but then frowns. He feels so bad that Crosshair had thought they'd hate him, just because he looked different.
Hunter sighs. They should have seen the signs that something was wrong with their youngest, he had been acting weird ever since that mission. Almost as if he’s depressed. It had broken Hunter and the rest, but they could have never imagined what had actually caused it. Hunter feels horrible that Crosshair had to go through that pain alone, three times. That's never going to happen again, Hunter won’t let it.
“Hm.” Hunter turns to see Crosshair starting to stir, along with Tech and Wrecker. “Cross!! Yer human again!!” Wrecker yells excitedly, scooping Crosshair into a hug and knocking Tech into Hunter, but Tech and Hunter both just laugh. Crosshair chuckles, and Hunter notices the look of relief on his face. “Yeah, yeah I am.” Wrecker smiles as he pulls Crosshair close, then he looks over. “Are you guys joining in?” He asks, and Hunter chuckles. “Of course.” Tech tells him as he joins the group hug, and Hunter does as well.
They all hear Crosshair sigh happily, making them happy to have helped him, hoping that he won’t run from them again.
xxx
Crosshair watches as the others celebrate the victory they had against the Separatists, they had just taken out a base on the other side of the planet. But Crosshair isn’t celebrating, not at all. There were bombs that were set to go off, and none of them even knew about them. They had almost killed Hunter… He had almost lost his Ori’Vod today.
He groans softly as the familiar feeling fills his stomach, and he sucks in a breath. He’s going to transform, again. “Shit.” He hisses quietly to himself, wrapping an arm around his stomach. He goes to walk away, to hide when he hears-- “You okay, Cross?” Hunter asks, and Crosshair turns to look at him, his helmet is thankfully on, so Hunter and the others can’t see his grimace. “I’m fine, just going for a walk.” Hunter raises an eyebrow, then his eyes widen. “You’re going to transform. Aren’t you?”
Crosshair doesn’t respond, instead, he just goes to run. But as he steps off of the first step, he lets out a yell at an excruciating pain in his stomach and stumbles down the steps, falling to the ground. He tries to stand up and run away to hide somewhere, but Hunter gets in front of him, kneeling down and making sure that Crosshair doesn’t get up. “Hunter, let me go.” He whimpers, feeling the pain get worse with every passing second. Hunter shakes his head and frowns.
Crosshair doesn’t think to push Hunter out of the way, because part of him wants him to stay with his brothers, to have them near him this time. Crosshair holds his stomach, about to double over from the pain, but Hunter pulls his baby brother into a tight, comforting hug. “Tell me what to do, how can I help?” Hunter asks, almost begging, pulling Crosshair’s helmet off and looking directly into his eyes, watching as they turn golden yellow. “Get my armor off, please.” Crosshair whines, already feeling it becoming too tight. Hunter nods and starts with his arm pieces, but then Crosshair groans “H-Hunter, please hurry for Kriff’s sake!” He half cries out, making Hunter panic. He’s about to call for Tech and Wrecker to help him, but they are already coming out of the ship and kneeling down too, each helping to remove his armour.
Once it is all off, Crosshair finally doubles over, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the ground as he clutches his stomach. He feels someone’s hand on his back, rubbing it soothingly. It feels weird when his fur starts to grow, because it’s short and stubbly, so it feels itchy for a few moments until it grows out more and becomes furry. He yells as his bones crack and rearrange, letting out an inhuman growl as his arms and legs keep getting longer and his hands and feet become clawed, his pants partially shred and rip, a tail growing out from his backside, making him yelp from shock rather than pain, because he’s gotten used to feeling it grow as he transforms.
He bares his sharp teeth as his face elongates into a snout, ears pointy and furry, moving to the top of his head. His fur is thick and fluffy now as the transformation finishes, letting him huff in relief. He hums when he feels someone still rubbing his back, so he turns his head to see Tech smiling at him comfortingly. He returns the smile, standing slightly so he can shuffle around to sit on the ground. Crosshair hangs his head low and whispers “Sorry.”
It’s barely audible to Tech and Wrecker, but Hunter hears it loud and clear. “Cross, you have nothing to be sorry about.” Hunter says as he crouches down and wraps his arms around his little brother’s neck, holding him close. Crosshair hugs him back, a few tears falling as he sits there, feeling vulnerable while Hunter hugs him, bringing some comfort. Hunter pulls away from him “No more running away, okay? Because we’re here for you now. We always have been and always will be.”
Crosshair nods as Hunter wipes the tears from his furry cheeks. Tech then makes a small cough to grab their attention. “Now that you are in this form, we can help you walk. Only if you want to, no pressure, Vod’ika.” Crosshair goes to decline Tech’s offer, but, after a moment in thought, he realises that if he can walk on two legs in this form, he won’t have to walk like an animal anymore. “Sure, thank you.”
All three smile at him, then Wrecker walks over. “Here, let me help you up.” Crosshair nods, wrapping a large arm around Wrecker’s shoulders, as his brother hoists him up. Crosshair's eyes widen when he realizes that Wrecker only reaches to the middle of his chest, and the others reach up to his ribcage. He whimpers a bit, never realizing exactly how much bigger he is. But then he feels a soft pat on his side, looking down to see Hunter smiling comfortingly at him.
“It’s okay, we aren’t scared at all. Although you aren’t exactly our little brother anymore.” Hunter jokes softly, making Crosshair smile and let out a chuckle, Tech also hums. “I’ve been reading up on werewolves, it seems that when you transform, you use up your energy, so you should be eating. I’m guessing that has not been happening?” Crosshair nods sheepishly, making Tech nod. “We’ll get you some food after we do some walking practice, now it’s going to be difficult the first few times, just because you’ve never walked like this before. Walking on your toes and with haunches, I mean.” Crosshair nods, making a noise of understanding as he goes to take a step. But he stumbles.
He almost falls, but Wrecker and Hunter both steady him together. “Woah, careful.” Hunter tells him, and Crosshair nods, growling in frustration. But then he takes another step, stumbling a bit but not falling. “Yes!!” Wrecker cheers, and Hunter smiles and pats Crosshair’s side. “Great job, Cross!!” Crosshair smiles brightly, he knows that being a werewolf is going to be difficult, but he’s going to try his best, even if it means taking one step at a time. So his first step will be to learn and practice to walk on two legs, and quite literally taking one step at a time as he stumbles his way into his new life, knowing that he’ll get there, one day...
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13 Days of Christmas (Xu Minghao)
I’m almost done.
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“Did he see me?” You asked ducking behind the curtains.
“If he did, he would’ve been knocking on your front door already,” Chan said nonchalantly. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re so fucking weird?”
“He has a dog, Chan! And he’s the cutest thing ever!”
“Are you talking about Minghao hyung or his dog?”
“Shouldn’t you be at home?”
“Shouldn’t you stop taking pictures of my friends?” He brought the baseball cap he was wearing down to his eyes. “Seriously, I’m getting tired of you falling in love with them.”
“I’m not in love with any of your friends!”
“Let’s see...there was Cheol hyung at the coffee shop, Mingyu and Jihoon hyungdeul at the gym, Jun hyung at the park...and my personal favorite Soonyoung hyung at that restaurant.”
“That one wasn’t intentional!” you pointed your finger at him “You know I was meeting Wonwoo there!”
“So you say.” He shrugged, looking for his jacket to put it on. “Listen, as much I don’t enjoy spying on my friends with you, I have to go meet Vernon and talk to him about a show coming up...no you can’t come to either.”
“I wasn’t asking to go.”
“You can’t either way so ‘bye! I’ll text you later.”
You rolled your eyes. You loved Chan but he liked to blow things out of proportion from time to time. He had very attractive friends, yes, but you didn’t care for following them around town and hoping they’d notice you. Yes, Seoul was big but he wasn’t exactly the shy type….he had 12 other friends that he constantly like to spend time with….at the same time. You could barely handle four people at once for a couple of hours but hey you respected him. But that wasn’t the point.
You could name one attractive thing from the oldest to the one barely older than him but he wouldn’t really listen to that. But there was something about Minghao that kept you on your toes. You couldn’t exactly figure out why he stuck out like a sore thumb. He had the iconic resting bitch face made you afraid to approach him in the past, even when he had the cotton candy looking hair thing going on. You talked to him the least and admired him from afar the most. He also had this thing where he ruined your ego by rejecting someone else. As in, someone else confessed they had a crush on him and he said he wasn’t interested and to think about other things besides him. (As if he was some kpop idol.)
And then, he seemed a little friendlier when he got a dog. It wasn’t a big change but it was enough for you to say hi to him...and take pictures of the dog when Minghao wasn’t looking. But as always, Chan caught you at the wrong time and made his own assumption. Well, he wasn’t wrong but you wanted to play it cool...or as cool as you could manage.
You waited a few more minutes until you were sure that Chan was gone, so you could leave to do your grocery shopping for the week. The cold weather often made it impossible for you to get things done but with the holidays approaching faster and faster, you wanted to have your fridge and cabinets stocked with food in case someone in your family dropped by to surprise you or in the unlikely event that you’d be snowed in. You knew you had enough nonperishable food to last you to the New Year...even to Valentine’s Day, but you didn’t like being at home with nothing to do, so you threw your jacket on, transferred money out of your savings and headed straight for the supermarket, not quite sure what you were gonna buy.
*
You were quite proud of yourself for everything you bought...even though you felt tired.
Well, you didn’t actually get into the spirit of buying food, (and maybe presents if you found some that you liked enough to give) until you had caffeine in your system. You loved Chan, you really did, but he somehow usually managed to drain enough energy out of your system to power an army. You stopped at the local dog cafe, since it was the closest thing to you. You’d been there a handful of times and even though you had no complaints about the coffee...the price was another story. Somehow though, being surrouded by all the furry animals made up for it.
You sat at one of the tables after getting your drink, becoming a bystander to the outside world. You opened your backpack and pulled out your sticky notes. Though you still had time for the Chfristmas gift shopping, you wnated to be sure you had enough to make it to your next paycheck...even with what you transferred. It was noisy inside but somehow you were still able to get lost in your thoughts and what you still had to do, only coming back to reality whenever a pup scurried past by and their tail thumped on your leg.They often made you wanna have a pet of your own, but you couldn’t afford one just yet.
”Do you mind if I sit here?”
You looked up to see Minghao balancing a laptop, a book, his own cup of coffee and his newest trusty sidekick and you nodded, standing up quickly to see if there’d be any way to help him unload but he waved you off.
“I got this. It’s just so crowded here and you were the only familiar face I saw so I thought it’d be good to ask you.”
You merely smiled at him, unsure of what to say. You’d be lying if you said you never pictured something like this would happen, but you also couldn’t deny it made the situation a little scarier. Minghao in your daydreams often stopped by quietly, and shyly put your favorite pastry on the table and he shared his earphones with you and he’d sneak peeks at you. This Minghao quickly opened his laptap and fed his dog a biscuit to keep him quiet. He didn’t bother to make conversation with you and instead flipped through the notebook and typed in whatever was written down. “I’ll be out of your hair soon. I just need to buy a few presents for people.”
“Oh, you can stay as long as you want. Im just making some payments and then I’m leaving.”
“Who could you possibly be stalking today?” He didn’t break his gaze from the laptop so you couldn’t tell if he was joking.
“I...no one. I have to do grocery shopping and maybe start buying people stuff.” You did some addition, wondering just how much you could pay this month and still have enough to spend and letting out an irritated sigh when the numbers didn’t agree with you. You completely ignored him then, focusin on the internal bargains you made with yourself until you reached a satisfactory conclusion. You tapped your fingers on your knee absently, making one more quick estimate when you felt somthing licking your hand, Alright, you momentarily forgot that it was a pet cafe so you gasped a little louder than inteded, but it was time to go anyways.
Minghao noticed this and quietly rebuked the poor pup in Chinese and turned his attention to you. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to go. I can leave.”
“I have to go anyways,” you stood up, feeling embarrassed. “I have to go make dinner and then call my mom to see how she’s doing. Plus, if I give my landlord the rent money money now, I’ll be able to spend mh next check however I please.”
He surprised you by standing up too. “No, I insist. You can stay and I’ll leave with Pandi. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Mingaho, it’s fine,” you assured him. “I have to go and-shit it’s cold!” The breeze that snuck in when the door opened reminded you that the holiday was here and you rushed to put your overcoat and gloves on, grateful that you left your beanie on.
“Pandi said she’s sorry...hey Y/N?”
“What?”
“I think you might need your phone for future things,” he chuckled. He picked it up and shoved it into his pocket. He took your only grocery back and walked outside with it until you were ready to join him. “I guess we can walk with Chan’s friend tonight, huh sweet girl?” He knelt to the dog’s level, and put on the small jacket he carried in his messenger bag on her and after some deliberation, a Santa hat too
You finally stepped outside as he was zipping her up and you had to contain your squeal at the adorableness. You had to admit though: seeing your intimidating crush caring for some thing as vulnerable as a pet made your heart do things. He just gave you a shy smile and offered you your bag. “Wait, are you coming with me?” The thought alone made your heart race in a way that scared you.
“Well, we live in the same area...and it’s almost dark outside...don’t you think it’d be more awkward to walk by ourselves?” He shot you a pointed look and you had to admit that you felt silly. He was still kinda scary. “Besides, I need to talk to you.”
There it was...the chill in your bones that had nothing to do with the air. “Oh my god, please tell Chan I’m not in love with any of you and I don’t stalk any of you.”
“I was just gonna say that if you wanted to watch Pandi when I go back to China next month...Chan said you’re good at taking care of pets.” You couldn’t tell if the reddening of his cheeks came from the cold air or the acknowledgement of what you said, but you cursed Chan for making your life miserable. “The stalking thing was a joke.”
With a blush as red as his Pandi’s Santa hat, you could conclude with absolute certainty was that if you didn’t give Chan a well-deserved lump of coal...you’d defintiely be chucking one at him soon. “Oh...sorry.”
“I’m gonna regret asking this, but is that really all you and Chan talk about?”
Oh, the candidness only embarrassed you further, and you wished more than anything to have been run over by a reindeer. “Chan seems to think...I’m in love with either one of you guys or all of you. And I’m not...at all.” The attraction was another story. “He’s convinced that I know all of your schedules and have all these photos of you hidden somewhere in my room.” You shot Minghao a short glare as he opened his mouth. “And I can 100% tell you it’s bullshit.”
“So you’re really gonna deny taking pictures of me from your room?”
“They’re all of your dog, I swear!” You whined. “You just happened to come out in a few of them.”
“Y/N.”
Your gloved hand reached into your pocket to take out your phone and you threw it at him. “The code is 2605.”
“Why are you giving it to me?” He asked, sounding amused. He didn’t know what your lockscreen would be, but he had to admit that he found it endearing. (unless it’s Hao, then picture something completely different.) And the same for your wallpaper.
“Because if I showed you, you’d think I was deleting them.”
“How do I know they’re not backed up in your laptop somewhere?” He didn’t know that you could be so funny either. No wonder Chan liked hanging out with you.
“Wait until I get home and I bring the fucking thing to you,” you muttered but he still heard you.
“Are you gonna give me gingerbread cookies and hot chocolate too?” He finally stopped stalling and went to your gallery, unsure why his heart was pounding.
“If it’s gonna shut you up, then yes.” You took his leash to take Pandi, but were surprised when he didn’t say anything. The screen was still bright enough for you to catch the glare reflecting off his glasses as he casually swiped through them. He finally nodded approvingly and he handed it back to you, but let you keep the leash. “Proof enough?”
“I mean, I’m still not convinced. I might have to see your laptop too. Plus you promised me cookies.” He was a little bummed that he found a whopping total of three pictures he was included in when it came to his pet, and that was including the one where it was only his shoe.
Minghao had always found you cute, but when Lee Chan started the crazy rumors of you being a stalker, he was skeptical, especially how you managed to show up a lot of the time after he pointed it out. Coincidence? Or something else?
“You...are...infuriating.” You shook your head. Maybe this would make your crush go away.
“Are they homemade?” He remembered that Chan said you baked for fun from time to time.
“You’re not getting any.”
“I guess I’ma have to tell my friends you’re a stalker.”
Yep, walking home as the stars came out and with the wind blowing the pine scent in every direction, your crush on him was slowly fading.
He gave you a small smile followed by a giggle and gently ruffled the beanie on your head. “You’re funny.”
Or not.
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Writing drabble where Arcade accidentally adopts either a child, cat or very excitable Gecko?
Arcade and Rory emerged from the desert cave, pockets heavy with medical supplies and other worthy loot.
“That was more fruitful than I thought it might be,” Rory commented as Arcade gave her a hand up on to the ledge.
Arcade rolled his eyes. “Still maybe not worth going five miles off course, but yeah, I guess we left with something for our troubles.”
“Such an optimist,” Rory sighed as she followed him down the rock formation back out into the wide open sands.
No sooner had they gotten a couple yards away that both of them heard a bizarre sound from behind them—one they could only presume came from a creature of some sort.
“Rrrraaa?” called the beast, echoing against the walls of the cave.
“Uh...” Arcade froze in place, “What was—“
Suddenly, he felt something warm, soft, and furry brush up against his leg. Panicking, he immediately drew his weapon—only to see a small, skinny, furry animal at his feet, gazing up at him with big, sad eyes.
“Arcade!” Rory snapped, pushing his gun down, “Relax! It’s just curious!”
“Is that—is that a cat?” Arcade remarked incredulously, squatting to get a better look. “God. I think it is!”
“What’s a cat?” Rory raised an eyebrow.
“They’re mostly extinct,” Arcade explained, picking the creature up off the ground, “and the ones that lived are mostly feral now. People kept them as pets before the war. I wonder what this one’s doing out here...and why is it so friendly?”
As Arcade examined the cat, Rory realized something. “Oh man,” she said, “Remember those human remains we found in there?”
Arcade nodded slowly. “Right. Right! That person must have been taking care of it!”
“Aw, so she’s hungry!” Rory looked sad as she reached out to touch the creature, who by now was purring in Arcade’s arms.
Arcade knew what Rory was thinking, and tried to stop it in its tracks. “Nope,” he shook his head. “No. It--she--whatever--is not coming along!” he snapped as he placed the cat gently on the ground. “You can write about it in the journal, because it is very interesting, but we are not carrying a cat around with us.”
As he started to walk away, Rory snickered. “I don’t know that you have a choice, dude,” she pointed.
To Arcade’s annoyance, the cat trotted behind him to catch up, mewing as it stared up at him.
“No,” he told the creature firmly. “Forget it. Go kill some mole rats.”
“Rrraaa?”
“No. Bye-bye now.”
“Rrr...rrrrraaaaa?”
“Arcade,” Rory laughed, “come on. Let me carry her.”
He sighed. “Nah. No, I’ll just--” he picked the cat up and placed her in his backpack, leaving the top flap open for her to breathe. “Let’s go, kitty,” he sighed as they ventured forward.
“What’ll you call her?” Rory wondered, scratching the cat behind her ears, keeping a slower pace.
Arcade thought about it for a moment. “I think I’ll name her Abby.”
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I will adopt you.
Monsta X (Shownu) hybrid au
Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8 /…
A/N: I am having trouble thinking where to take this whole story to, plus me studying all day long isnt helpful to you guys. I am so damn sorryyyy. I hope you enjoy this part, I will try my best to get this going faster.
Word count: 2,090
Warnings: I mean ,just normal 21 century teen cussing.
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You were walking next to him in complete silence after noticing that people were once more staring at him. Animal or not he kept pulling attention his way. Your eyes were scanning every part of Shownu’s body and you could see what all the hype was about. A very tall, broad back and muscular figure not to mention the jawline and overall face features. He looked as if carved by the gods.
Lost in thought you were walking with autopilot on and during a snowy season this wasn’t the best choice of action. Mid thought you slipped and kicked in the air like a kung fu master in a old Shaolin movie- embarrassing but what can you do about it.
From Shownu, your gaze flew up to the sky. Hoping there was enough snow behind you, you waited for the impact, but there was none.A big and strong hand was holding firmly your waist and body in place. His dark eyes were looking right at you as his eyebrows rose up slightly in a questionable look.
“Ha...?” you mumbled out in confusion
“I asked if you are ok.” Shownu repeated himself relaxing his muscles,returning his face to that calm expression
“Y-yeah, yeah I am fine.” standing you fixed your coat and scarf a bit to make sure there wasn’t any exposed skin. You wouldn’t want to get bitten by the violent cold wind. You continued to walk normally until you reached the little path to your apartment building.
Holding the bags high up, away from the ground you began stomping around.”These people should seriously start cleaning the streets! I swear next time I go out I will be swimming in the snow!”
Two of Shownu’s steps were the equivalent to 10 of your stomps, 3 arm swings to get rid of as much snow as possible and 1 cuss word. He waited patiently for you, but at this point you weren’t making much progress.
“Reach up.” his voice stopped you in the middle of wiping your face. It took you a by surprise, but you did as he said.
“Like this?” seconds after the action was accomplished, you saw him bending down and picking you up and out of your snowy hole like a child. Soon after, you found yourself sitting onto his forearm. All the bangs you had were now in his right hand. Suddenly you were moving way faster than before and it kinda made you feel happy, childish but kinda fun being carried around.
“Wow.” his eye peeked at you from the corner “Is this what you see all the time?! It’s so high up!” for a second he almost bumped into a tree . You looked so happy that the twinkle in your eye made his heart skip a beat. Hands wrapped around his neck, your curiosity was pulling your attention to all kinds of things, like the bird nest you never saw next to the building’s entrance or what an interesting lap the second floor neighbors had.
“You can let me down now.” you mumbled shyly, knowing that deep down you were enjoying this too much. Shownu scoffed at you and proceeded with opening the front door.”Hey! Did you just mock me?!” you crooked your head to the side as he was continuing to stay silent. The elevator door opened wide and you found yourself face to face with the same lady you saw earlier. Without thinking Shownu bowed down and carefully stepped in, pressing the number correlating to your floor. The ride up was pretty quiet.
Shownu gently let you down after locking the door behind you two. His eyes were focused on your figure and you somehow knew what he was thinking.
“Go rest, I will fix things here.” in a matter of seconds he changed into his animal form and curled up next to the fire place. Sitting onto the couch comfortably, you took your time folding and organizing the new clothes, by color and style. Laundry wasn’t usually your cup of tea ,but you were actually enjoying things the way they were going.
Picking them off the soft furniture, you walked into your room and tried to make as much space as you could in your drawers and closet for the new things you got. There was enough empty space on the top shelves, since you weren’t tall enough to reach them. You thought it would be perfect for Shownu since you were a bit worried that him bending down too often might hurt his back. Pulling the closest chair from the kitchen, you stepped on it and placed everything in it;s new place.
It didn’t take long before you wiped the tiny beads of sweat from your forehead.
“There, all done.Nice and neat.” walking back in the livingroom you almost tripped and fell with the chair still in your hands. Looking down, you noticed some clothes snaked around your leg. Strange, didn’t you put away everything? Examining the shirt closer you remembered that it was the exact same one that Shownu had on. When he turns from human into animal his clothes get left behind apparently.
“Shownu?” you called and he walked over looking up at you “Remember that thing I went to buy?” he nodded “Well....” from inside the white paper bag you pulled out a small adorable backpack and placed some folded clothes into it “When we go out you can carry this.” his head crooked to the side a bit confused, but you didn’t waste time and showed him what you had in mind. The small backpack slid onto his front paws and it soon found it’s place onto his furry back. “See?This way if you have to transform in public you wont be butt-ass naked, which is always a plus.”
Shownu stepped back and took the backpack off “Is it uncomfortable?” you asked, but he soon proved you wrong. Hooking his fang onto the zipper ,he opened it and pulled out some clothes transforming into his human size. His hands were almost as big as the tiny backpack if not larger.
“This is actually a good idea. I never would have thought of it in the first place.” the compliment made you unconsciously smile so wide that your eyes almost disappeared. His hand found itself onto your head as he patted it. Your eyes met and you could see a warm expression on his face, it wasn’t a complete smile but it warmed you up from the inside. For a second it help like time froze and neither you nor him were moving and to be completely honest at that point you wouldn’t mind if time just stopped forever.
The sudden cold wind made you shiver and Shownu let go of you to close the window. Living with him made you realize that he showed his affection with little things more than expressing it verbally.After washing the dishes, you walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth and soon Shownu followed like an obedient pup. Almost like a scene from a movie, you were standing next to each other and brushing your teeth in complete unison. Anyone seeing this would think that you two have been living like this for years.
Night fell and the whole sleeping situation got a bit difficult. The dog beds weren’t big enough and so was your couch. At this point you were in your pjs and walking around the house, trying to find a place for him.
“Do you mind the bed in the guest room?” you asked showing him the options “The couch will hurt your back and the ground gets pretty cold at night.Tonight’s forecast says that there will be a snowstorm and temperatures will drop fast.” Shownu looked around the room and seemed ok with the whole sleeping situation. “Here you go, some extra blankets in case you get cold during the night. If you need or want anything don’t hesitate to wake me up, ok?” he nodded and for a moment you forgot he was in his human form and reach out, running your hand through his hair “Good boy Nunu....” the second your brain processed your action, you tried to pull your hand away, but he was already holding your wrists as tight as it can be.
His head was looking up at you from his sitting position on the bed. The darkness in his eyes was almost engulfing you ,as you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your head moved to the side as you tried to escape the mess you made,
With a gentle tugging motion from him, you let out a yelp that reminded more of a whisper than a sound. His body rose from the soft covers and standing tall pulled you into his chest. Your right arm was still wrapped with his long fingers, as the palm of your left hand was resting onto his chest. Shownu’s head looked down at you with such a calm and affectionate emotion that you had never felt before.
“I can ask for anything, you said.” his voice was deep and your heart almost jumped out of your chest when the words rolled off his lips. Your mouth was moving but nothing was coming out, so you just nodded slowly. His body came closer to yours as he bend over slightly, placing his free arm behind your knees and lifting you off the ground effortlessly.
Unlike earlier this time both your hands were holding onto his strong shoulders. Your eyes were looking all around Shownu’s face not being able to focus on one place. His tongue gently licked over his lips as his finger moved a strand of hair behind your ear.”I don’t want you to sleep alone.” your lips parted slowly and your eyes widened upon hearing his words. Your chest began moving up and down faster than usual and your hands felt uneasy onto his body. Shownu’s head crooked to the side again “I won’t if you don’t want me to.” his body moved downwards trying to place your feet on the ground again, when you shook your head, looking away from him. He stopped his movement and lifted your chin up with his hand.
“Y-you can come sleep with me.” your gaze was focused on something else, because you didn’t want him to notice the red tint your cheeks had at this very moment.
Shownu didn’t waste time and started walking towards your bedroom. He placed his hand onto your head as he walked though the doors, making sure you don’t get hit by the frames. Your bed was very big so size didn’t matter. Shownu sat you on the bed gently and you rolled over onto the side next to the window. He went to make sure the fire had burned out and made himself comfortable next to you under the covers. His body was so big that you felt his warmth in seconds. The first new minutes you were panicking but since you were a bit tired and overwhelmed you were able to fall asleep fast.
Worried that there might not be enough space for him, you scooched over a bit towards the end of the bed. The snowstorm became quite aggressive and even the windows couldn’t keep the cold out. You were trembling and restless, curled up in a small ball.
Shownu’s eyes fluttered open and he turned his head in your direction. The word “cute” came out of his mouth without him knowing it. Gently he pulled you closer to himself and tucked the blanket under you keeping both his arms wrapped around your body. He staid awake until you were comfortable and warm enough. His fingers landed on your cheeks, trying to warm them up as well. The sudden change in temperatures made you scrunch your nose. Upon seeing this Shownu smirked pulled your head into his chest. Your body felt isolated from the cold and comfortable. Unrolling from your previous position, you gripped onto his clothes and rubbed your face into his chest finding a comfortable position to sleep in.
It felt safe, warm and comforting. The sounds of the snow were now a much loved ambiance filling the room ,as you were sinking into the bed like never before.At some point the heart you were faintly hearing into your dream state was beating together with yours. It sounded like you were hearing your own.
The night was long and filled with a special moment shared between two hearts meant to be one.
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Chapter 1: The Bear and the Raccoon
I very enjoy writing and have lots of story/novel ideas that I frustratingly can never seem to make myself actually put to paper. But last night my fiance challenged me to write a short story involving her two favorite of my D&D characters as something to get myself unstuck. No frills, no complications, just something delightful involving my two wholesome OC’s. What came from that is the short story below, and I really like how it turned out. Given what month it is I may keep plucking away at this, so I hope everyone enjoys the adventures of Pastrami and Peanut Butter! (below the cut)
Pastrami breathed in the cool evening air, the smells of the forest invigorating him and giving him thoughts on what he would cook for dinner when he settled down for the night. The chill gave him thoughts of something warm and savory, the caw of a bird off in the distance led him to ideations of duck stew, and the whiff of variations herbs inspired his plans for seasoning. He was very pleased with this future meal.
He was sadly not as pleased with being completely lost.
He turned in place, umming and awing, examining every tree in this clearing to try to figure out where he’d come from and where he was going. He glanced down to the ground, managing to spot his rather large bootprints pressed into the soft earth. He quickly made note of which direction he had entered this clearing from, promptly turning in the opposite direction to keep advancing...only to spot more of his own bootprints several yards ahead.
The towering ursine man removed his lensless glasses to grip the bridge of his snout and sighed. “Wonder how long I’ve been going in circles?” Despite his annoyance his voice was strong and warm, like a bear hug from this friendly fuzzy bear man.
Glancing around for any inspiration, he caught sight of some particularly robust trees that looked like they could hold his weight. He wandered over, dropped his traveling pack to the ground with a pronounced THUD, and promptly scaled the tree. He paused briefly with every new branch, testing his weight on it before raising his other foot to the next one. He reached up with arms nearly the length and width of a grown man’s whole body, scaling the tree in quick and large bounds thanks to his reach.
Upon reaching the canopy he gazed out over the horizon, pausing to take in the cascading oranges of the sunset. The nearby hills and mountains, their rounded peaks peering out over the treeline, were as majestic as they were uniform. Even from this height, Pastrami had no real means of reading what way he’d entered this mountainous forest from and which way he was supposed to be going. And while the sunset was majestic, its fading light made finding his way tonight an even more complex task.
Pastrami sighed once more before proceeding to gorilla swing and leap his way down the tree. “Well, if there’s no point trying to navigate right now...then might as well make that stew.”
An hour or so later Pastrami had made his camp and had filled it with the homey scent of stew broth and roasted fowl. He packed away his cooking accoutrement, filled a large serving bowl, and sat down to enjoy the fruits of his labor. He savored each spoonful, making mental note of how to improve it the next time.
When his meal was done he set his dishes aside and pulled a letter and map from his backpack. He rolled open the map open across the ground, held there with rocks and spoons, and glanced to it periodically while rereading the letter.
He didn’t know who had sent it, as it was only signed ‘A Brother’. Pastrami had lots of brothers and sisters back home at the orphanage, but none he could think of had this handwriting or would write a letter anonymously or would send him on a cryptic journey into the mountains with the promise of ‘information about who you really are.’
He compared every scarce piece written about the town he was looking for with his map, only getting more frustrated the less sense it made. Growling, he laid with his back on the ground and looked up to the stars for some calm. He found Ursa Minor, the mark of his totem, and smiled as he lifted his immense furry hand to grasp at that particular constellation.
Until he heard a rustling in the bushes.
Pastrami’s eyes shot wide and his ears perked up. He bolted upright and reached halfway across the camp to grab the long handled frying pan still sitting on the fire. He raised it defensively towards the rustling shrub, his muscles tightening as he quietly waited for his uninvited guest to reveal themself.
The face which revealed itself was small, with two beady black eyes looking out at Pastrami through a dark mask of fur.
The bear raised an eyebrow before chuckling. “A raccoon? Well hello there, friend, you gave me a bit of a scare.” He set his giant pan down much like one would a hammer, balancing on its side with the handle pointed straight up, before proceeding to rifle through his bag for some food scraps a forest critter might find suitable. “If the smell of my cooking drew you here I certainly can’t blame you. Let’s see if I have something in here that you might like.”
“Well that stew certainly smells like it’s worth a try”
Pastrami froze, processing what he’d just heard. His head slowly turned back to the raccoon, whose head was still the only part of it sticking through the top of the bush. “You, uh...want to try my stew?”
“Well yeah, I can only hope it tastes as good as it smells!” the raccoon smiled, speaking in a higher pitched energetic voice. The creature began to emerge into the clearing, revealing this particular raccoon not only walked upright but was carrying a massive backpack (for a creature this size) covered in all manner tools and gizmos. He was also wearing simple travelers clothes, covered in stitchlines showing how egregiously they’d been repaired and resized, and topped off with a red bandana hung from around his neck.
Pausing for a moment to process the person(?) before him, Pastrami stood upright with a quizzical look on his face. “Well, I’m definitely not shy about sharing my work. Um...I hate to sound rude, but...I’ve never encountered someone like you before…”
“Not rude, given I can say I’ve also never met a talking bear in a waistcoat.”
Pastrami fidgeted with the buttons of said waistcoat awkwardly. “Touche. How about that stew then?”
“Oh thank the Almighty, yes!!” The raccoon bounded over to the stewpot on all fours before sitting cross legged at the fire, visually anticipating the meal. “I haven’t had anything with real meat in it for weeks!”
“Oh now we’ve got to fix that.” Pastrami was initially wary about this procyonid stranger, but he couldn’t let a creature go hungry. He served up a hearty bowl, and the raccoon pulled a rather long wooden spoon from his bag to quickly scarf down the meal. In between the sounds of scraping, chewing and swallowing were proclamations of deliciousness.
“Well thank you kindly” Pastrami smiled. He studied his guest carefully; besides the obvious deviations this was no normal raccoon. The body shape was more akin to a gnome or halfling than that of an animal standing upright, and beneath the fur his head seemed more pointed and angular than typical as well. Pastrami scratched his head, unable to shake the sense something was off, but also very familiar. “So...do...you...have a name?”
The raccoon set down his bowl long enough to say “Yeah! Call me Peanut Butter.” He then burped, promptly excusing himself.
The burp helped to drown out Pastrami’s chuckling. “Peanut Butter, eh? Well it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Perseus Zanner of the Dee Clan.”
PB looked to Pastrami, blinking a few times. “Do you have a nickname already because if not I am going to need to call you Percy.”
“Heheh, yes, I have one. My family calls me Pastrami.”
PB blinked a few more times before grinning wide. “Perfect! Delicious and easy to remember!”
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Carry On
All she knew in that moment was that she had to run.
It was a dizzying rush, a flare of disorientation. Didn't know where she was, didn't know where her partner went. The world around her was sharp, painfully bright and all too real, a sea of snapping teeth against the infinitesimal speck that was her. Arms tight around her chest, holding on to something furry, something that squirmed and scratched, something that she couldn't let go of no matter the cost.
Movement from one place to the other blended into a near nonsensical visual mess, the sound of her own footsteps overtaking the noise from the bad things.
She was good at running. She was great at running. Dodging, avoiding, ducking under a reaching arm or sidestepping a hungry lunge at the last moment. Aware, alive, and tasked with the responsibility of remaining that way. Her own death meant the death of the thing in her arms, and that wasn't an option. She had to be the strong one.
Always, always, always.
Tasked to be the rock, tasked to endure, tasked to keep going and going even as muscles started to protest her flight. Being good at running didn't mean she wasn't human, and humans as a species were shit at running compared to most other animals.
Bad things were shit at running, too. Worse than humans. They could be outrun. It wasn't speed they had, it was numbers. Running through their numbers.
Tripped. Almost lost the cat. Grabbed the cat. Cat bit her hand. That's fine.
Keep going.
Keep going like they keep going, keep going until she's run more than they have numbers to challenge her with. Be better at running than they are at forming hoards.
Her arms hurt. Her hand throbbed.
Her skin was dripping with sweat and her backpack was heavy.
Block after block, house after house, and after an eternity the bad things finally started to thin out. Still couldn't let go of the thing in her arms. Had to get inside. Not every house was unlocked, and not enough time to break in.
One house, two house, three-
Zombie there she didn't see. She scrambled back, away, put distance, and then fell. Over the side of the porch, down to the ground, down onto something sharp.
Pain.
The breaking of skin, a stabbing flare. A burn in her throat to tell her that the screeching she heard was her own. Noise was bad, need to move faster. Scrambling back up onto her feet, but her leg buckled under her weight, made her hit the ground again. Rocks against her knees, hand braced against the ground while one arm held steadfast to the cat. A moment to steel herself, back up on her feet, slower now, on to the next house.
Unlocked. Of course. This was the one that would be unlocked.
She opened the door, closed it behind her, dropped what she held and then it was gone. A streak of fur followed by nothing. Floor was hard, cold, hurtful against her knees. Threw off the backpack, pulled out her gun. The house needed to be searched, secured, safe. Tried to stand, but her leg resisted her movements, and she was bleeding.
Red. Dark red. Blood that was dark red came from deeper cuts. Blood that was dark red was bad.
Dropped the gun, pulled her pant-leg up. Had to stop the bleeding. Held a hand against the wound, but all that did was stain it. She glanced away, half reaching for the gun. Secure the house.
Noise in the back of her throat. No. Stop the bleeding first. Cloth. Shirt?
She pulled her shirt off and wadded it into a ball, put it against the wound. Keep pressure.
Dizzy.
She needed something to press on her leg. In the living room, find the bedroom. Some people wore belts. A belt would be perfect. The rope-like strip of fluff used to keep bathrobes closed. Something she could use to tie a knot.
Crawling, can't hold shirt against wound while standing. Didn't have her gun. Too late to go back for it.
Living room, dining room, kitchen. Big sliding door. Hallway. Bathroom. Two bedrooms.
No bad things. Red eyes, sharp teeth. Bat wings, made of shadow, things that watched in the dark.
Small bedroom. Kids room? Bigger bedroom, closet, and yes, yes there were belts. Dragged herself up on shaky limbs to grab one, collapsed back onto the floor. Wrap the belt around the shirt and lock it in place tight enough to stop the bleeding.
House was probably safe. No zombies. Sheer dumb luck. Her gun was in the living room. Stupid mistake. Should go back and get it.
Should, but tired. Tired...movement is hard, too hard to stand again.
Felt herself go limp. On the floor, on her back, eyes losing focus. Her arms feel empty when she holds them across her chest. She's supposed to have something with her.
Isn't she?
More than that. Someone important. Rachel. Rachel wasn't there. Rachel was always there. Always, always, why wasn't she there now?
Focus. What happened? Was Rachel safe? Was she safe, or did they...did the monsters...?
...cat. Right. The cat.
Grabbed the cat, grabbed it and ran.
Rachel was alive. If Rachel was alive, then she would come for her. It was okay to rest. Rest now, few minutes. Go back and secure the house. Just had to close her eyes.
Rest, secure, then wait.
Rachel will be back. Survive until then.
Wait and survive.
#Whump#Defiant Whumpee#Tw: injury#Tw: blood#Tw: panic#Tw: zombies#tw: memory loss#Tw: cancer#Technically speaking this is just copy/pasted from their main story#But I thought I'd take my best whumpy chapters and pull them over here#danielle's comic carry on
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Superhero Control
Based on @majorxsportyxboy ‘s brilliant post (which I don't know how to link to, but search up the word ‘pound’ (as in animal pound) and it comes up pretty nicely.
We open on an exterior shot of SPORTACUS’ AIRSHIP. The music swells as per usual, and we cut to inside the airship, where SPORTACUS is practicing flips. Suddenly, we cut to a shot of his CRYSTAL going off, and then back to SPORTACUS looking down at his crystal, before he says—
SPORTACUS: Someone’s in trouble! Door!
We cut to a shot of the airship door opening; SPORTACUS runs out onto the airship door and pulls out his telescope. He looks through the telescope, and we see a view of the LAZYTOWN KITTEN. It is, once again, stuck in a tree. SPORTACUS shakes his head fondly with a smile before leaping from the airship. His backpack becomes the GLIDER, and he flies towards LazyTown. We see the shot of him flipping down to the ground, the glider compartmentalising as he runs towards the tree where the KITTEN is stuck. It meows pitifully as SPORTACUS reaches the tree and leaps up into it. He grabs the tree branch and carefully picks up the KITTEN before hopping down. We see a character we’ve never seen before run up. His name is JIVES; he is another human actor. He is a young adult. SPORTACUS has met him at some stage.
JIVES: Yo! You found my kitten!
SPORTACUS’ eyes widen in response.
SPORTACUS: This is your kitten, Jives? I’ve rescued it so many times!
JIVES: Yes. I usually let her out, because I’m often busy with college! This is Julie!
SPORTACUS: Hello Julie! You really ought to be more careful next time! Perhaps you should get her a collar.
JIVES: She keeps losing it. I think she’s too small for it. I got her microchipped, though, so I’m not too worried. Yo, thanks for saving her! I’ve got to keep studying!
SPORTACUS: Bye Jives! Try and take a break today!
JIVES: I’ll try! [He disappears off-screen with Julie]
SPORTACUS shakes his head fondly again before turning to the camera.
SPORTACUS: It’s always a good thing to have your pets collared and microchipped! You never know what might happen to them! [He does one of his small laughs]
We cut to the LazyTown opening. After it finishes, a title card pops up, and STEPHANIE’S voice reads—
STEPHANIE: Superhero Control!
We zoom in over to the playground. The KIDS are all there. STEPHANIE is sitting on a bench. TRIXIE is sitting to her right. PIXEL and ZIGGY are sitting on the ground in front of the two girls. STINGY is holding PIGGY, and is sitting at the metaphorical head of the table. STINGY declares—
STINGY: There’s nothing better than my Piggy! [He strokes PIGGY possessively]
PIXEL: Are you sure about that, Stingy? I think a real pet would be really neat!
TRIXIE: Yeah! Who wants a porcelain piggybank when you can have a real pig?
STEPHANIE: I don’t think that would be a good idea. Real pigs can get really big! Like, as big as your car, Stingy!
[They all gasp in horror; this is news to them.]
ZIGGY: Wait, how do you know about that?
STEPHANIE: My grandpa ran a farm. Sometimes mom and dad would take me to visit, and the pigs towered over me! It was terrifying! Here’s a picture! [She pulls out an older diary – this one is faded – and shows a picture of what appears to be four-year-old Stephanie standing next to a pig.] That smile is forced!
TRIXIE: Aren’t there micropigs?
PIXEL: There are, but I think other pets would probably suit LazyTown better. Where would we even keep even a micropig? I doubt you have a pen at your house, Stingy.
STINGY: No, I don’t…
ZIGGY: Where do we buy pets? Maybe we can go take a look!
TRIXIE: Either the pet store or the animal shelter in the next city. That’s where Jives got his kitten.
ALL: Who’s Jives?
JIVES, O.S.: YO!
The KIDS all look over to STEPHANIE’S right. We cut to a shot of JIVES approaching the group. He is carrying the KITTEN, whom we now know is named JULIE.
STEPHANIE: Isn’t that the kitten Sportacus keeps rescuing?
ZIGGY: It is! Look! It’s got a collar now!
JIVES: Yo, kids!
ALL EXCEPT TRIXIE: Who are you?
JIVES: My name’s Jives! I live in that house over there [he points towards a thin house], and I’m usually too busy with college to come out! In fact, before I randomly encountered Sportacus at the store, I didn’t even know we had a superhero! Sportacus usually stops by to make sure I’m eating healthy, and now I’m stronger than ever!
STEPHANIE, GIGGLING: That’s Sportacus for you! Is the kitten yours?
JIVES: Yep! I had no idea until this morning that Julie here keeps getting into trouble! So I finally got her a collar! I was taking her home from getting a collar when I heard my name being said.
TRIXIE: We were talking about pets.
STINGY: Where should I get a pet? I wanted a pig, but they are too big.
JIVES: I’d recommend getting one from the shelter in the city or from a professional breeder if it’s a dog or cat. A lot of the animals in the shelter have been there for years. I’m probably going to adopt an older cat when Julie gets older.
PIXEL: How come older pets aren’t adopted as often?
JIVES: Humans are jerks sometimes. We want tiny baby kittens and puppies that we’ll have for years. We tend to ignore the older animals. I once heard of a dog that passed waiting for an owner. It made me feel terrible.
The KIDS all nod solemnly.
JIVES: Say, why don’t I take you all there?
The KIDS all cheer, and their cheers echo down to ROBBIE ROTTEN’S LAIR. We have an exterior shot of the LAIR before we see a shot of the speakers falling down and waking up ROBBIE ROTTEN with the sound. ROBBIE immediately falls out of his orange chair and scowls at the ceiling.
ROBBIE: Why can’t those kids be lazy for once?!
He storms up to his periscope and pulls it down. The periscope pops out of the ground. Through his periscope, ROBBIE sees the KIDS talking with JIVES.
ROBBIE: [He pauses.] Isn’t that the LazyTown mangy thing? And what ARE they talking about?
Back on the surface, JIVES is beginning to explain the concept of the pound and shelter to the KIDS.
ZIGGY: What does the shelter do??
JIVES: It takes in stray animals born in the open, animals that can’t be cared for by their owners, and pets whose owners have passed away, among countless other animals.
Down in the lair, ROBBIE suddenly gets an idea.
ROBBIE: Maybe I can get rid of Sporta-pup by taking him to the pound! Yes, yes, that’s a BRILLIANT IDEA!
He sinks down to his armchair and pulls out a phonebook. He quickly finds the shelter’s number and calls it up.
SHELTER: [Incoherent words]
ROBBIE: Yes, hello, City Shelter? I would like to drop off a STRAY. Why? Because he’s too noisy. And too bouncy! He’s been roaming the streets for WEEKS. What? Yes, he just wants To Play! That’s exactly the Problem! Will You Take Him? What Kind Of Animal Is He?
We quickly zoom out to an aerial shot of LazyTown, and we hear Robbie scream—
ROBBIE: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ONLY TAKE CATS AND DOGS AND FURRY LITTLE CREATURES?!
We zoom back in to see ROBBIE slam the phone down and go into a pouting position, crossing his arms and slouching. We zoom back up to where the KIDS are running towards SPORTACUS, who is flipping around, as usual.
ALL: SPORTACUS!
SPORTACUS: Hi, kids! Hi, Jives! What’s up?
STEPHANIE: Jives said he’d take us to the shelter in the City! Would you like to come?
SPORTACUS: Of course!! I love seeing animals! Jives, you might want to leave Julie at home, though.
JIVES: Oh yeah, totally. We can take the bus!
As they clamber onto the bus, STEPHANIE starts singing the episode’s song, titled ‘Pet Love’. I can’t write lyrics, so just imagine the KIDS, and JIVES (who is good at singing) all singing about how pets are incredible as the bus drives towards the CITY and they enter the CITY SHELTER. Barking, meowing and a variety of other noises immediately greet them, as well as ASSISTANT AMELIA.
AMELIA: Hi! My name is Amelia, and I help take care of the animals here! I recognize Mr Junkfood, and I’m assuming these kids are the LazyTown kids!
ALL KIDS: Yep! [They introduce themselves]
AMELIA: I’m fairly certain you’re the superhero Sportacus, correct?
SPORTACUS, EMBARRASSED: Well, slightly above average hero…
AMELIA: What brings you all here today?
JIVES: The kids wanted to look around the shelter.
STINGY: I wonder if I can convince my father to let me get one. TO THE SMALL PETS!
STEPHANIE: I’m going to go see the dogs!
TRIXIE: Hey, wait up, Pinkie!
PIXEL: I’m going to go see the cats!
ZIGGY: I CAN SEE A FLUFFY ONE!
SPORTACUS: Inside voices, everyone!
We pan outside, to where Robbie pops up from one of the bushes. He has followed them to the CITY, as he wants to complain to the SHELTER about their policies. He peers into a window, and sees that STEPHANIE and JIVES are looking at dogs. One of the dogs has only three legs, and its tag says: UNWANTED THREE-LEGGED DOG. PLEASE CONSIDER ADOPTING.
STEPHANIE: Why wouldn’t someone adopt such a sweet-looking dog?
JIVES: Like I said, humans can be jerks. Not everyone is as kind as you. I think, from what I’ve seen from you so far, that you’d adopt every animal in the shelter if you could!
STEPHANIE laughs.
STEPHANIE: You’re right on the money, Jives! I would adopt every animal here! I wish I could adopt this sweetheart here, but there’s no way I’d be able to deal with the medical side of things. I hope you find an owner soon, puppy!
The dog just pants happily, as STEPHANIE is patting it. Outside, ROBBIE has a SECOND BRILLIANT IDEA!
ROBBIE: I don’t want Sportacus in town. The shelter won’t take him… but maybe the Superhero Control can! [He laughs evilly before stamping on the ground and, somehow, takes a chute back to his LAIR]
Meanwhile, STINGY has fallen in love with a guinea pig, and he’s just called his father. He excitedly runs back to the group.
STINGY: My father said I could buy the guinea pig!!
The KIDS and SPORTACUS cheer.
SPORTACUS: That’s great news!
AMELIA: I assume you meant this one? Mr Spoilero literally just rang me to adopt her!
The KIDS all coo over the adorable guinea pig. STINGY holds the cage almost reverently.
STINGY: I shall call you… Piggy the Second!
TRIXIE: STINGY!
They all laugh, and we zoom down to ROBBIE’S LAIR, where ROBBIE declares—
ROBBIE: IT’S DISGUISE TIME! [He walks by a clown outfit.] Too goofy. [He walks by a very frilly dress.] Too floofy. [He walks by what looks like a furball.] Too poofy. [He walks by his own outfit] Hel-lo handsome! [He walks by an outfit fit for an animal catcher.] PERFECT! [He pulls the level on the disguise machine and spins into the outfit, laughing.]
We zoom back up to where STINGY is showing off PIGGY THE SECOND to MAYOR MEANSWELL and BESSIE BUSYBODY, who think that the guinea pig is adorable.
STINGY: Isn’t my guinea pig just the best?
MAYOR: Ah, yes! I don’t think I’ve ever seen one quite like it!
JIVES: Hey, sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to tell y’all that I’m going home!
ALL: Bye Jives!
JIVES runs off, picking up JULIE on the way. He waves goodbye to the others, and they all wave back.
SPORTACUS: Stingy, you should probably go home and set up Piggy the Second’s cage.
STINGY: Oh yeah! I forgot about that! I’ll have to ask my father to help me! Bye!
STINGY also runs off. ZIGGY, PIXEL and TRIXIE, disperse themselves, after PIXEL suggests—
PIXEL: Hey, I’ve got a new game to play. Who wants to come?
ZIGGY: I DO! I DO!
TRIXIE: HEY, WAIT FOR ME! PINKIE, ARE YOU COMING?
STEPHANIE: I’ll join you guys later! I need to ask Sportacus something!
ZIGGY: OKAY! SEE YOU LATER!
STEPHANIE turns to SPORTACUS, who is now looking at her half-expectantly.
STEPHANIE: Sportacus, have you ever owned a pet?
SPORTACUS: My parents did, when I was growing up! After they retired from being heroes, they had a few dogs, and one really grumpy cat that I ended up befriending. They were all great pets, and I, unfortunately, still remember the days they passed away. I don’t own a pet at the moment, though, unless the owl called Who-Who counts, since she keeps visiting me. I just don’t have the space for a pet.
STEPHANIE: I’m interested in having a pet. Mom and dad were too busy working, and then too busy fighting, and then too busy divorcing to consider one, but now that I live with Uncle Milford, I kinda want to get one, like an older dog or cat; one that hasn’t been loved as much as it should have been. I’m going to ask my uncle about it.
SPORTACUS: You honestly are one of the sweetest kids I know. I’ve met people who have dumped their pets. My brother ended up taking all those pets in out of kindness, before he proceeded to almost get thrown in jail because he beat up the former owners!
STEPHANIE, HORRIFIED: Your brother is right, but crazy!
They both laugh. Suddenly, there’s a loud noise, and they turn to see a van with the words ‘SUPERHERO CONTROL’ on them. ROBBIE ROTTEN, disguised as THE HERO CATCHER, clambers out.
ROBBIE, POINTING AT SPORTACUS: YOU!
SPORTACUS, POINTING AT HIMSELF: Me?
ROBBIE: I received a report a few hours ago that there was a rogue superhero in LazyTown! Mostly dressed in blue, pale, blue eyes, apparently brunette, with a pointy moustache. YOU fit the description perfectly! Which means, of course, I’m going to have to bring you back to HQ for sufficient inspection and sheltering.
SPORTACUS, HOLDING UP HIS HANDS: Um… we haven’t had a rogue hero in decades…
STEPHANIE: Hey, leave him alone! He hasn’t done anything wrong!
ROBBIE: Oh really? Tell me, little girl, have you studied at the School of Superhero Control?
STEPHANIE: No…
ROBBIE: Have you spent a decade refining hero-catching skills under the Master Hero Catcher?
STEPHANIE: No…
ROBBIE: Have you caught so many heroes that you’re going to take over all of HQ?!
STEPHANIE: No, and Sportacus already started running.
ROBBIE: … OH, COME ON! [He grabs a net and starts running after SPORTACUS]
STEPHANIE, watching them run, hurriedly runs to PIXEL’S HOUSE. Inside, STINGY has joined the group, having left PIGGY THE SECOND at home.
STEPHANIE: GUYS!!!!
PIXEL: What’s up, Stephanie? You look like you fried a circuit board!
STEPHANIE: A hero catcher has come to town to catch Sportacus and send him to the shelter!
They all gasp in horror.
ZIGGY: WE HAVE TO HELP SPORTACUS!!!!
TRIXIE: HOW DO WE DO THAT?!
STINGY: Uh… Sports candy? That should help him evade, right?
STEPHANIE: COME ON, GUYS!
They all run out to one of the apple trees. TRIXIE does that cool kick she did in Once Upon a Time, kicking down a few apples. They all run out to where SPORTACUS is running and flipping away from ROBBIE, and STEPHANIE tosses an apple to him. From that point onwards, music similar to the Benny Hill theme plays as SPORTACUS continues running away from ROBBIE, constantly being tossed apples, until suddenly a cage folds up around the hero!
ROBBIE: A-HA! Comfortable there, rogue?
SPORTACUS, FINDING THAT HE CAN’T ACTUALLY GET OUT OF THE CAGE: Uh… How should I answer that?
KIDS: SPORTACUS!
ROBBIE: Now, now, don’t cry, this is a dangerous hero we’re dealing with. He only acted friendly to infiltrate the town. You don’t want him here – trust me! He’s an unwanted menace who is promoting a terrible agenda! You should be glad I got here before he caused any real damage! You hear that, elf? You’re unwanted! Now, if you’ll excuse me, kids, I’ve got a rogue to deliver.
The KIDS all look at each other in terror and sadness, but can only watch ROBBIE load up the truck with the hero inside the cage. Eventually, though, STEPHANIE storms over.
STEPHANIE: HEY! MR CATCHER!
ROBBIE: WHAT?!
STEPHANIE: I don’t care if Sportacus has an evil agenda! He’s our best friend!
ALL: YEAH!
PIXEL: He’s saved me from malfunctioning equipment more than once! And he saved my hard-drive memory once!
STINGY: He taught me that it’s better to share!
TRIXIE: I’m learning martial arts because of him!
ZIGGY: I’m beginning to eat less candy!
STEPHANIE: And I got a better father figure than my own father could ever hope to be. He’s not unwanted!
ALL: YEAH!
Unseen by everyone, SPORTACUS appears to have tears in his eyes.
ROBBIE: You really think that this dangerous elf actually cares about you?! All rogues are like this! They infiltrate a community, force their propaganda on the unsuspecting residents and turn them into overactive health freaks!
ROBBIE is about to continue ranting, but he’s kicked the truck, which starts rolling down a hill – and he gets caught in a rope! SPORTACUS’ cage is also still in the truck! The KIDS all call out to SPORTACUS, but the hero has hit his head! He’s unconscious! The KIDS all start chasing after the truck on their bikes, PIXEL looking up statistics.
PIXEL: By my calculations, they’re headed right for the LazyTown Cliffs!
STEPHANIE: We have to stop the truck!
ZIGGY: HOW?!
TRIXIE: PINKIE! DOESN’T THE AIRSHIP LISTEN TO YOU NOW?
STINGY: Yeah, I remember it once gave you a new pencil.
STEPHANIE: Of course! Pixel, steer me while I call the airship!
PIXEL holds both his bike and STEPHANIE’S bike steady while she calls up the airship.
AIRSHIP’S AI: Hello Stephanie, how can I help you?
STEPHANIE: We need an anchor down here, and fast! Sportacus and a Hero Catcher are both stuck with a truck that’s heading towards the cliffs!
AI: I’ll do my best to hook the truck! What happened to Sportacus?
ZIGGY: He hit his head!
AI: HOLD ON, SPORTACUS!
The KIDS continuing their pursuit; it garners the attention of the MAYOR, BESSIE and JIVES, who all chase after them. JIVES soon realises what has happened, and gives STEPHANIE a hard push so she can help attach the anchor. She ends up right behind the truck, and catches the anchor as it falls, before attaching it just as they reach the cliff edge. She’s thrown over the top of the truck by the force of her bike hitting the suddenly stopped truck, but SPORTACUS, who’s just awoken from his unconscious state, saves her just in time. Everyone cheers, before SPORTACUS notices that ROBBIE is falling and manages to catch him just in time.
SPORTACUS: Stephanie, are you okay?
STEPHANIE: I’m okay; thanks Sportacus! [She hugs the hero; he hugs her back]
SPORTACUS: You’re welcome. Mr Catcher, are you okay? [He hauls Robbie onto the grass, and his disguise falls off]
KIDS, JIVES, THE MAYOR AND BESSIE: ROBBIE ROTTEN!
ZIGGY: OH THAT GUY!
SPORTACUS, FONDLY, SHAKING HIS HEAD: Robbie Rotten…
ROBBIE: I WAS SO CLOSE! SO CLOSE! AND THEN YOU KIDS HAD TO RUIN IT! I’M GOING HOME!
Everyone laughs as ROBBIE storms off, and they spring into Bing Bang. There’s an aftermath shown where STEPHANIE adopts an older cat, whose collar reads ‘CHLOE’, while STINGY introduces PIGGY THE SECOND to her. CHLOE licks PIGGY THE SECOND in response. AMELIA has adopted the three-legged dog. We then shift into the epilogue. ROBBIE, exhausted from the running, tries to collapse into his chair, only to hear an indignant ‘mrow!’ A cat has made his home on his chair! At first, ROBBIE is angry, but he suddenly softens when the cat rubs against him.
ROBBIE: [Sighs] Fine, you can sleep here. I’m calling you Glanni. YOU are going to be the GREATEST VILLAIN CAT OF THEM ALL!
GLANNI: MROW!
THE END
I haven't posted fic in like forever, so I hope you enjoy this, Major! I’m like two months into the LazyTown fandom, so I’ve been writing fanfic kind of feverishly. Maybe when I complete my longest one, I’ll upload that to here (and maybe to AO3, idk)
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Special Forces: Daisy Part 2
Aesthetic provided by the LOVELY @prettybubblesintheair ! Thank you sweetheart!
Masterlist
Part 1 Part 3
Total words: +2,650
Warnings: Cursing, nudity, blood, harmful thoughts? No body shaming.
Bucky Barnes x OFC plus!size Reader
Summary: Bucky never thought that he could use a service dog, more specially one that was trained to help with PTSD until he meets an unlikely friend during a rough episode that had left him alone on a park bench to sort it out alone.
It was hot, well hot would be an understatement. More akin to the gates of hell and just as humid still didn’t describe how hot it was. The run had good intentions, going to the store a block away, especially with it being early morning, but was cut short the moment it was apparent neither the super soldier nor his running partner where up for it that morning. Dragging into the common kitchen and both a panting mess.
“What’s this,” Steve asked, rounding the corner of the counter hinting to the bag that was flung onto it the two looked miserable.
After slinging the bag on the counter Bucky reached down to unlatch Daisy’ leash from her newest collar developed by Tony, who he ordered to keep it turquoise because that was her color. While Daisy prodded over to the water bowl flopping down lazily on her belly and lapping at the water.
Being the curious punk as always Steve reached into the bag to pull out a set of doggy goggles along with a harness, then looking to Bucky for an explanation. Diverting his attention to the exhausted Daisy who collapsed on her side once she had finished drinking her fill.
“Did you have to run her to death,” Steve asked Bucky who was returning with a large bottle of water, track shorts, tank top, well entire body soaked with sweat that poured off him, leaning against the counter next to the panting wolf.
“No,” he panted, taking a breath before he continued to chug the water down.
“It’s just that damn miserable out there,” Bucky spoke breathlessly, leaning down to dump cold water into the steel water bowl.
“We were only out for 30 minutes ran down to the store and back I’m taking her for a ride on my motorcycle later,” Bucky huffed and hinted at the stuff Steve held.
“You sure she would enjoy it,” Steve asked, it wasn’t odd to see dogs riding with their masters, but they were smaller, not weighing in close to 200 lbs. and a wolf, watching as she went to lift her head to lap a little water only to flop back over.
“Don’t see why not,” the brunette smiled at the panting heap that pulled up onto shaky paws to flop down once more, though this time under an AC vent.
The two soldiers watching her ears prick as the elevator opened, lifting her head to scent and lazily getting up to plod back to look around the men’s legs and down the corridor.
“OH! Wow,” came the unmistakable excitement that was Peter Parker who made a bee line for Daisy.
“When did we get a dog,” Peter exclaimed, falling onto his knees and nuzzling into the panting wolf’ neck who seemed to not mind at all how the teen was wallowing her like an oversized stuffed toy.
“Daisy, Peter, Peter, Daisy,” spoke Tony from behind the teen who continue to rub his face into Daisy’ well-groomed coat.
“She smells like fresh outdoors,” Peter spoke attention going to the metal collar.
“Cool! Stark tech,” he gasped, spinning the collar around find her name set in large silver letters with Bucky’ name engraved along with a star and the words return to Avengers compound.
“She’s yours,” Peter looked up to Bucky as he stood the dark-haired super soldier coming to scratch her ears.
“More like I belong to her,” he joked reaching back onto the counter to one of the jars that held chocolate oatmeal cookies, taking two, handing one to Daisy and eating the other.
“Hey, Mr. Barnes you’re not…,” Peter began but Steve cut him off.
“Don’t waste your breath,” Steve chuckled, “she eats what he does.”
“Yeah it’s the least I can do for her,” Bucky smiled reaching to pick up the goggles and harness.
“Wait,” Tony began, taking them from Bucky, “you’re not planning on taking our girl for a ride with this are you?”
“Yeah. Why,” Bucky retorted annoyed by the fact he referred to Daisy as ‘our girl’ and watching Tony look it all over.
“I got something better. Can we borrow Daisy for a moment,” he asked coming closer so that he had an excuse to ruffle over the furry ears, and Daisy looking up to Bucky like a person waiting for the go ahead to leave.
“Have her back by 2. I plan on taking her for a ride before dinner,” he informed Tony who immediately turned with both Peter and Daisy on his heels.
“Turquoise, not red I know! Trust me,” Tony spoke turning to look at the soldiers from the elevator, “she will remind me if I forget.”
Bucky wasn’t sure how she done it but the oversized fur ball somehow managed to find him wherever he was. The unmistakable sound of her claws reaching his ears the moment she started across the hard floors of the training room and he couldn’t help but smile.
If it was possible Y/N felt stupid hauling around the backpack that was attached to her via a harness made to keep her seated on Bucky’ motorcycle, a streamlined pair of goggles around her neck.
“Look at you sweetheart,” Bucky’ Brooklyn accent drawled reaching out to pet her and pull the note from her pack.
‘Take care of our girl, Stark,’ it read, causing Bucky to let out a laugh while he looked the pack and harness over.
Turquoise harness that was padded so it wouldn’t cause sores, but the chest area sporting a breastplate like a piece of armor and The Avengers A emblazoned on it.
“Looks like you are an Avenger now doll,” Bucky joked getting to his feet to start out of the training room Daisy on his heels.
The two making their way up to their floor so that Bucky could change before they went on a ride. Both hurriedly making their way down to the garage after Bucky got dressed. Daisy staying on his heels the entire time and not hesitating when Bucky patted the back of the motorcycle and she jumped on the seat.
“Good girl,” Bucky praised pulling the goggles that where around her neck to her eyes situating them, so they looked comfortable.
Catching him fretting over the seat he had specially fitted for her that had padded sides that came up about an inch or so, assuring that she wouldn’t slide off. It was one of his tics and was up to her to stop it before it got worse. Reassuring him it was OK by butting her nose up to his cheek and flicking her tongue out in the form of the kiss. The small act seemed to immediately calm his anxiety, making him smile and ruffling over her ears as he stood.
“Thanks girl. Not a long ride just want to see how you do,” Bucky echoed, straddling the bike so he could push the kick stand back.
Starting up the bike he instantly looked over his shoulder to Daisy who looked serious with ears folded back and pinned to her head, chest puffed out proudly so that the breast plate shone.
“Ready girl,” he smirked, turning back around to which earned him a lick up the back of he is head.
“I take that as a yes,” he chuckled, lifting his feet the moment he took off and riding out of the garage.
Once back in the garage Bucky pulled off the goggles, harness and breast plate to leave it in her seat. All but for her collar which he didn’t bother with the leash he carried in his pocket, for an animal he hardly knew much about she behaved well off leash the entire week she had been there. It was only a have to on runs, didn’t want to get a ticket.
The sound of Thunder took Y/N off guard since she never sensed the charge in the air and pinning pointed ears back as the moment they entered the elevator. Looking up to Bucky apprehensively while he pressed the button for the ground floor and leaned again the rail.
“Looks like you get to meet Thor and Loki,” Bucky spoke up looking down to see her cock her head as if to question why she hadn’t been notified of this earlier.
“You’ll like Thor, maybe Loki, as long as he isn’t in a mood,” Bucky reassured her, the heavy creature leaning into him like always, remembering what Clint telling him it meant he was her pack, her equal.
Bucky ruffled over her ears, pulling her head into this side and rubbing her cheeks, knowing that she had to scent his nervousness. It confirmed his guess the moment he felt more pressure against his legs, slender strong muzzle nuzzling into his side followed by a foreleg wrapping around his jeans.
“I’m OK girl,” he admitted finally, managing to steady his nervousness by focusing on how she reacted to him, the heat of her body and the weight of it against his legs, almost like a heavy blanket the moment the doors opened to the open courtyard.
Daisy waiting patiently on Bucky to take the first step and proudly sticking to his side, the crowd of Avengers turning to look at the two.
“I see we have a new member on the team,” Thor laughed, Daisy continuing forward to inspect Thor who kneeled down so that he was eye level with her an excited, childlike twinkle to his eye.
“Beautiful creature,” Thor smiled ruffling over her head and down her back, pulling her close to his chest so that he could continue, wallowing her like Peter had.
“Strong little Wolf,” Thor’ chest rumbled in her ears, no way to miss his excitement, “what do you call her?”
“Daisy,” Bucky spoke, it sounded as though he was next to her, filling Thor spin her collar knowing he seen his name on it.
“She belongs to you,” Thor smiled as he stood to shake hands with the soldier.
“I believe that it may be the other way around,” Bucky laughed, his heavy hand stroking down her back.
“Brother! You need to meet the newest Avenger,” Thor bellowed over to the raven-haired god who stepped away from Bruce to see what Thor was going on about.
It was becoming overwhelming to Y/N, the scents that the two gods brought with them weren’t that easy to sort through and caused her lose focus becoming overwhelmed herself. Taking a step to the side to press into Steve who is closest to her now. A light pat between her shoulder blades making her realize that it wasn’t Bucky next to her, the realization distracting her enough that Loki was in front of her before she could react, his cool voice bring her mistake to her attention.
“A wolf,” she heard a cool voice state, looking up to watch the black hair to god actually kneel to look her over holding her gaze as he held his hand to her to scent.
If chaos had a scent, he was it, but it was laced with heartbreak and tinged strongly of longing. Holy shit, Loki was just as broken as they were, cocking her head and continuing to study him. A cool hand that felt shaky petted over her head, sensing the shock from the others the moment he laid his head to hers flashes of emotion racing through her mind.
‘I know what you are, Y/N. All I ask is you do not hurt these people,’ she heard him speak in her mind looking up at Loki once he stood and turning her head to look to Bucky who stood next to her.
“Beautiful creature. Does she serve you well,” Loki asked casually speaking as if Daisy was a person knowing what he was up to.
“She helps us all,” Bucky commented running his hand over her back, thinking it was odd how he asked the question as if she was a person.
“How did you come across a creature such as her,” Loki inquired, obvious he was intrigued by Y/N and what her purpose was at the compound.
“She found me when I was on a run,” Bucky began, sensing his excitement at getting to tell someone the story of how he came across her, something that he love to tell.
Coming on 11 months stay at the compound with the Avengers found, Y/N patiently waiting on board the quinn jet, it being her umpteenth mission at this point. Her job as Tony liked to put it, really an excuse to have her on board, was to open the hanger on the jet when she was signaled to. This time didn’t seem any different, Tony yelling for the door to open over the comm and Daisy immediately hit the button standing at the ready the moment the ramp opened fully.
This time something was different, the moment the ramp was down the firefight took over her senses while Sam, Natasha, Tony and Rhodey, boarded and waiting anxiously for the rest.
The movement of an assailant springing for Wanda who was trying her best to make it out of the fight triggered something in the wolf’ mind and had her lunging off of the platform before she could be stopped. Latching onto the creatures exposed throat and ripping it open without a second thought, it’s bitter life-force gushing into her mouth, it was cold. Retaliation from another coming in the form of searing paint that radiated around her midsection, flinging her to the dirt unable to move.
“I got you girl,” Steve’ kind voice cut through the haze of pain and lifting her into his arms.
Y/N couldn’t fall asleep, couldn’t let it happen it would spell disaster if she did. Locking gazes with Loki as Steve rushed past him with her limp form in his arms and Loki followed after them.
“Hand her here,” Loki spoke hastily to the captain who shot him a look that questioned his motives.
“I can take care of her faster than your doctor,” he replied snaking his arms under her body before Steve could protest to turn and lay her onto the bench, sinking to his knees at her side.
“I’ll help you all I can,” Loki echoed next to her pointy ears, gently healing her mangled mid-section with his seidr.
“But they will find out eventually,” Loki finished the moment Bucky sank to her side, watching the green seidr move along the bloody fur.
“What happened,” Bucky asked, concerned for his friend and knowing that he couldn’t lose her.
“It would appear she saved Wanda’ life,” Loki informed Bucky who she sensed was beginning to start one of his tics, one which caused him to pick at his suit with his metal hand.
“I assure you, she will be just fine. Sore, but will live,” Loki stated, getting to his feet, followed by Bucky who took a seat on the bench at Daisy’ head.
Bucky scooted closer to her as he lifted her head to place it in his lap gently ghosting his flesh hand along her side and filling her breathe a sigh of relief. Even taking the time to nuzzle her nose under his metal appendage so that he would stop pulling at the suit, his hand releasing its hold and going to stroke her muzzle with his thumb.
“Can’t lose you doll,” his voice gritted through the chaos, the jet shuttering as it began to take off, soothing over her sore shoulder.
Letting out a quiet whine shuffling so that her body laid comfortably across the bench and allowing the ache to settle her asleep.
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Little Red Riding Hood (Lovecraft!AU)
“I thought you said that Jimaine had come from Bavaria. This is Baddem-Wormberg, I totally just mispronounced that, didn’t I?” Kitty tugged the red hood over her head, then took it off again. No, it wasn’t going to fit over the backpack, she needed to re-arrange this.
“Baden-Württemberg. And you were born in Chicago and now live in New York. People do move, after all.” A black tentacle reached up and plucked two white apples off a tree. One went into a shark-toothed maw, the other was held out to her. Kitty looked it over, then assured it wasn’t going to turn into a maggot or otherwise harm her she accepted it and put it in her pocket.
“You’d better have been honest about the information we’re working off of this time. Captain Britain’s not going to accept another screw-up on this case.”
“Bitte liebe, it’s not worth my time to lie you.” Apple consumed, stem, core, seeds and all, the creature dived down to lie in her shadow. Hopefully, the swaying leaves and brisk wind would disguise the inhuman, moving nature of her stalker’s presence.
Kitty put on the red cloak (brighter than the one she used as Shroud) then put the backpack on top of it. Pulling up the hood, she activated the communicator. “Angel, this is Shroud. Can you see me? Over.”
“Roger, Shroud. Yes, I can see you. As long as you stick to the path I won’t lose sight. Warn us if you need to go off the path, otherwise, I’ll set off the alarms for Cyclops to bring the search teams in. Over.
”Roger that, Angel. Synchronizing watches in three . . . two . . . one. Mission begin. Over.” She clicked the dongle of her watch, then headed into the Black Forest.
Over the past few months, the new Captain Britain had worked through his backlog until Excalibur was almost on schedule again. Now one of the few open cases he had left were the murders in the Schwartzwald, the same mission that the X-Men had met Nightcrawler. Most of the other perpetrators had been apprehended but there was still one child killer at large.
Cyclops hadn’t wanted to go back, but they still owed Jamie Braddock a favor. In addition, Nightcrawler had informed them that the case was related to Jimaine Szardos, the sorceress who had recently attacked the X-Men. In the interest of cleaning up any loose ends, Cyclops had agreed to fly the team back to Germany.
Kitty really didn’t relish playing bait for a child-killer, but there weren’t many options. None of the other X-Men could pass for being below twenty, and Cyclops wasn’t going to send an actual child to play bait. With some judicious hair styling (Kitty hated pigtails) and careful fashion choices, Kitty could pass for fourteen, which was the very edge of the killer’s target range. And she could be trusted to defend herself. So Kitty-catnip it was.
She wandered around, occasionally taking pictures and samples of flora as part of her cover. She saw a number of people on the paths, and a few even stopped to watch her, but the only ones who accosted her were a pair of lost American tourists. She didn’t even have to break out the German Jean had planted in her head.
“School project?” Kitty looked up. A young man, deeply tanned and dressed like a stereotypical Gypsy (white shirt, tight pants, vest, and red bandanna) was leaning against a tree at a fork in the trail.
“Ja, for biology. We’re supposed to make an album of pressed plants for the final.”
He gestured to the path on his left. “Try over there, to the south. There’s a meadow with some early fall flowers still blooming there.”
“Danke.” She hesitated though.
“Go ahead,” hissed Angel into her ear. “He fits the profile, and I want to see if he follows you.” Kitty showed no sign, but nodded and smiled at the man (he couldn’t possibly be Roma in that outfit) and walked to the meadow.
“He’s watching you.” Her closer shadow said. “But not following.”
She ended up spending two hours collecting samples. (Maybe she really would make a pressed album. She certainly had enough plants to do so.) The fake-Roma went down the left-hand path after half an hour, but she stayed to see if he (or perhaps someone acting on his orders) showed up.
“We’ve wasted enough time on this gambit,” she said, standing up and brushing grass off her knees. “I’m going down the other path to see where it leads.”
“That’s got a lot more treetop cover.” Angel worried. “I won’t be able to follow you from the air. Check in every fifteen minutes.”
“Acknowledged.” Kitty went back to the fork and looked at the sign. “So the meadow is Weg der Stifte-”
“Path of Pins.”
“-and the left-hand path is Weg der Nadeln.”
“The Path of Needles.”
“Does that mean anything?” She got one confused noise from Angel and lots of giggles from Nightcrawler. Going along she noticed that the overbrush indeed got thicker until it was as dark as the valley she had met the monster in. “I should take out a light,” she muttered to herself.
“Oh, but when you stand in the light, you can’t see the monsters but we can see you.” Nightcrawler breathed in her ear. She shuddered but continued.
After about half an hour she spotted a small cabin alongside the path. “Ah, that is what you’re looking for. Jimaine’s workshop.”
She put her hand on the doorknob. “It’s locked.” One deep breath and she phased in. Turning on the light, she heard the hum of a portable generator starting up. “Okay, my first thought is that there are way too many books for me to carry away on my own. Angel, go tell Cyclops that I’ve found the secondary objective, but I’ll need some help. Tell him to take the trail past the Mummelsee then at the fork go left to the Weg der Nadeln.”
“What about the primary objective?”
“It’s only the first day. We can try again tomorrow, or Meggan can take over as the bait after that.”
“If I go guide Scott, I won’t be able to come to monitor you.”
“I’m not going anywhere, the door is locked and there’s no place for someone to hide here. I’ll be fine.”
“Alright then. Stay safe. Over and out.” The crackle of static replaced Angel’s voice until she turned the communicator off. Kitty went over to examine all the totems and other artifacts on the wall, being careful not to touch them. When she reached a basket of black eggs, she stopped. “What creature lays black eggs? Are these even real?” She leaned over, but carefully kept her hands behind her back.
“These eggs were laid by a human.”
“What?” Kitty’s musings were interrupted. A crash came from the locked door. Whirling around she saw a second blow put an ax through, though the hole was still too small for anyone to come through.
As she watched, the red bandanned man from before stuck his head through the hole and looked at her. “Grüße, eindringling.” More blows before the door gave way. Kitty frantically looked around for something to defend herself with but there was nothing that looked safe. Then she froze once the man came through, staring at the ax. Maybe someone less informed could have mistaken those stains for rust, but Kitty had seen too many scenes of massacre and death to mistake those brown patches for anything other than blood.
“-bodies found hacked to pieces, probably by an ax or other-”
“How nice,” Nightcrawler giggled. “Looks like you found your primary objective too.”
Kitty backed herself up against the wall and tried to decide which would be a better idea. Running away and potentially getting lost in the woods or trying to time her dodges and phasing and staying in the cabin.
Then she was pulled into that dark plain again. “If I can’t defend myself, I’m going to die right now.”
“Why don’t you just kill him? Phase through his body, rip out some organs on the way through. Watch him falter and die for his crimes.”
“I won’t kill. I won’t. I won’t.” Something squirming, round and furry wound it’s way around her limbs. If she didn’t know better, she would have called it a hug.
“Ah, that’s right. You said you wouldn’t kill for me. Never mind liebling, I’ll handle this for you.” Then she was back in that cabin in the rooms. The man raised the ax above his head but paused before he could bring it down. Instead, a black tendril slipped around his throat and pulled. With barely a cry, the head of her attacker twisted around 360 degrees before being pulled clean off his shoulders. Kitty cried out as the skull hit the ground and blood pumped from the collapsing body. She scrambled up onto one of the tables and closed her eyes and covered her ears.
She didn’t know how long she stayed in that fetal crouch. When she was finally brave enough to look up again, she saw the creature poking at the still body. “Not hungry?”
Oh, what an inane thing to say in this situation!
“Hmm, I’ve got a better use for the blood than to feed my own desires. Pass me the basket of eggs beside you.” Kitty looked around and saw that in her mad scramble to get away she had knocked everything off the table except the basket of black eggs. “Why?”
“Well, they're about to hatch. Unless you want to feed them from your own blood . . .” Indeed, when she looked down, there were cracks forming on the tops and a weird peeping noise. She all but threw the basket at the creature. IT’s tail caught the wicker easily, and IT carefully lifted each egg and placed it somewhere on the corpse.
“What are they?” she mumbled as the first few animals, dark and slimy like annular worms broke free.
“They’re a type of familiar. They need to be fed on blood, a lot of blood. Fortunately, we have this dead body right here. Very convenient.” Some of the creatures were licking the floor, others burrowed into flesh. Kitty turned away and ignored the scene. All she had to do was wait for the other X-Men to show up. Then she could go home and have a nice screaming fit with only her usual shadow as witness.
Nightcrawler dropped one of the familiars down her shirt. “AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!”
“Now, now, don’t be like that. This one’s fed enough on the body. It just needs a little more blood to bond with you and then it will curl up and go to sleep.”
“What if I don’t want to bond with it?” The creature slipped below her clothes and she frantically tried to get it out.
“Meine liebe this is just the first of your gifts as herald. Once you’ve bonded, you will be able to see through their eyes and use their dimensional travel capabilities. All it needs is just a little of your blood.” The familiar stopped at her waist and she felt sharp teeth dig in. While she was distracted, Nightcrawler placed another on her thigh. It bit through the denim, then bit her too.
She tried to scream but found her vocal cords paralyzed. The Crawling Chaos picked her up then arranged her gently on the bed of the cabin. Once she was as comfortable as could be expected, he started adding more familiars.
Kitty felt the first one withdraw. Nightcrawler picked it up. Instead of a toothy, slimy worm, it looked almost cute. Round, like a baby animal and furry all over. But then it yawned and its teeth were as sharp as they had felt. The creature carefully tucked it into her bosom, where it slept peacefully.
She had no idea how long it took for them to feed. Once all the familiars had fed, Nightcrawler carefully arranged them over her body, almost like a set of living stuffed animals. “The others are coming. The paralysis should have worn off by then.” Then he dove back into her shadow.
Beast was the first to find her. “Shroud? Are you there? This is the only cabin along the path but-” He stopped once he entered through the broken door. Yellow eyes took in the decapitated body on the floor, her shredded clothes and the bite marks all over her skin, and finally, the furry blue pile that kept her warm and prevented her from slipping into shock. “Oh, Kitty.” A rare moment of empathy among the X-Men.
“Hank, I want to go home so bad.”
“I know, Kitty. I know.”
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