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eddie-overholt · 14 days

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Trigger Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Intense PDA, Cannibalism

As the sun sets over the fields, a cool wind blows against them, making their clothes billow around them. They pull their shirt closed, hanging the long fork up before petting one of the new calves. She had been a hard birth, but they smile as she nuzzles into their hand, before her mother moos, and she runs off. They sigh, weariness pulling at their limbs as they head over to the dog laying off to the side. They snap their fingers, and it sits up, trotting behind them as they head back into the house, their bare feet crunching through the gravel. They glance back once more, and see him, looking into the forest, and they continue in to prepare.

He watches as the sheep all head into the barn, shutting it closed, latching the heavy iron pole into the ground and turning it so it locked into place. He glances across to the woods, eyes gleaning back at him, shining through the darkness. He smiles, knowing the creatures would never get their prey, and turns back towards the warmth of the house, spotting them walking in. He follows, dreaming about what he’ll make tonight.

They frown as he walks in, but he clicks his tongue sharply and they fall in behind him, following him up to the bathroom. They strip and step into the shower, the warm water running down their back, rinsing the dirt and sweat from their body. He left, and they're alone, hurrying along their shower to get to the end and what comes after. Their hair is dull and damp as they step out, they dry off their body before wrapping up their hair, keeping it from dripping down their back as they redress.

First they slip on the undergarments, pale yellow, and they sit there for a moment, taking stock of their body before continuing. Next comes pants, deep blue jeans come on first, with a simple tight fitting black shirt being tucked into it. A soft leather belt paired with matching boots almost completes the look, and they take off the towel, brushing out their hair. They always find the hairdryer too overwhelming, too loud and hot and too much everything, and so they simply brush out their damp hair, setting their black cowboy hat on top.

He takes more time with his shower. He sets up their shower, making sure everything's perfect, and then he heads to the other bathroom. He turns on the water, allowing it to warm up as he strips, the work of the day falling away and letting him relax for just a moment. He steps in, and first is the hair, shampooing, then he washes his face, a nice sugar scrub scented strawberry, and then he rinses, sighing as the water massages him. He lathers the body soap, homemade vanilla, and begins washing his body, rubbing the crust and dust off, making himself clean again. He dips his head under the water again, taking pleasure in the act before turning the water off, grabbing a soft towel to dry his body, taking his time to make sure everything’s dry before he pulls on his boxers and begins to dry his hair, brushing it out as the warmth blows across his scalp.

He moves to his closet, pulling out options of shirts and pants, unsure which will work best until he sees them. He chooses a simple pair of light jeans, pairing them with a red button up, taking care to match the glossy black of the buttons with his belt buckle. He brushes out his hair once more, taking the time to braid the long strands by his face and tie them back into a low ponytail. He grabs his white hat, looking in the mirror as he carefully settles it on his head.

They begin to prepare the kitchen for him, grabbing pans and utensils and setting them on the counter top. Their boots make a comforting stomping noise as they move to the storage room, careful to keep to the clean path so as to not mess up their clean boots. The hounds can tell it's nearly dinner time, barking from their room, and they relish in the sounds of creatures as they retrieve the dinner for tonight. First the raw beef, ground up themselves, before adding in dried chicken feet. Next comes a bone broth he prepared a few days back, drizzling it onto the meal before peppering on blood flakes and cracking a duck egg in each bowl. They head back in, taking the bowls in and setting them carefully spaced apart in the dog's dining room. They whistle, and the sound of claws clicking across hardwood fill their ears as the dozen dogs come in, rushing to their meals. The dogs tear at the bowls, and they watch with hunger, longing to join them in their ferocity.

He heads down dark steps, the homemade wooden stairs holding his weight with soft creaks, the light switch deeper in, but he doesn't need it. He just counts his steps, the same thirteen each time, and takes the seven more steps to reach the table he had laid out tonight cut of meat on a few hours earlier. He grabs the bagged meat, hefting it up onto his shoulder and then heads back upstairs. He grins as he hears the clacking of claws before he sets the ingredients down on the kitchen counter, turning to grab his apron, clicking his tongue once more.

They walk to the kitchen, watching him as they grab their apron as well, watching as his hands tie his own apron before they turn and allow him to tie theirs, shivering as his hands graze their back. They turn, locking eyes with him. They look away quickly, moving to the fridge, pulling out ingredients and heading to the cutting board. He lingers as he ties, wishing to hold them closer, but it must wait, and he watches them with steady eyes before they turn, and he begins slicing the meat into thin cuts. Time speeds up and slows down as he moves, pulling out the flour and garlic powder, coating the meat in it before moving to a skillet, heating up oil.

They move as if in a dance, grabbing a heavy knife from the block, looking up at him for just a moment, the thought racing through their mind but gone in an instant, and they cut into the vegetable, a thick crunch coming from the red and white treviso. It seems unnatural in their hands, and they trace their fingers along the bone white veins that bleed into crimson. He cooks the meat in the oil, frying it to a beautiful golden brown, placing them carefully onto a plate where the oil is soaked up into a napkin. They place the treviso in a bowl, moving to grab the homemade orange vinaigrette from the fridge, drizzling it on before shredding cheese. He begins to cook a thick gravy, adding in peppers and onions.

The two work together in perfect harmony, creating and crafting the meal perfectly, and end up at the table, a gorgeous feast in front of them. They serve out the salad while he lays the meat and gravy onto their plates, garnishing with parsley and adding mushrooms to the gravy. The two sit across from each other, the table stretching long, if they spoke they'd have to raise their voices a bit just to be heard clearly. The glasses are full of wine, one red and the other white, and they each sip before they begin to eat, eyes locked on each other.

They eat in silence, as the ritual always goes and has been, and they watch each other. The steak is cut, a beautiful reddish brown before the gravy drips down, dripping onto the plate as it's lifted to mouths and eaten. The mushrooms add a wonderful change of texture, and pair perfectly with the warmly cooked onions and peppers. The salad is crunchy, a bitter tang cut through with the vinaigrette and calmed by the cheese. A sip of wine is dry and washes it away, and the two lock eyes once again before he stands, and brings out dessert.

This is simple, made the other night in preparation. Cherry pie, his favourite of their desserts. He takes a knife and begins to slice it, red oozing from the centre as he pulls a slice away, a small drip of red landing on his hand. They stand, moving to take the plate from his hands, but he looks down on them, and they feel so exhilarated. A rush of air leaves their lungs, and he grins, handing the plate over before cutting his own slice. The two begin anew, forks dipping into red, and then being lifted to mouths. Soon enough, it's not enough, there needs to be more, and then its hands, fingers being dyed red as they're thrust into the pie. The two stand and draw close, encircling the rest of the pie not yet devoured, and they feast. Red drips down chins, coating hands and mouths, messing up their clothes.

Soon the pie is gone, and the two are reaching for each other, lips pressing together as they crawl over the ruins of the pie. Pulling them between their legs as they sit on the table, his hat is knocked off, but he doesn't care. He knocks theirs off as he gets his arms under their legs and carries them easily. The two bump along, unable to control themselves as they make their way down the hall, and the bedroom door slams shut behind them.

Their hats lay together on the floor of the dining room, leaning on each other as if for support.

The body lies in the freezer. Deep in the basement, past heavy doors it sits, the cold making it frost up. It is mostly together, an arm in one bag, the other missing, but the hand sits right where it should. The torso is intact, but the head has been opened, and no brain remains inside. One leg remains, no longer attached to the hip, in its own airtight bag. The other leg is currently digesting in the stomachs of the two upstairs, who are now asleep curled into each other. Tomorrow comes the ritual of the hunt, in which the body will be moved into the ground, alongside the dozens of others buried beneath the land, before being replaced with a new body. For now, its eyes gaze sightlessly into the darkness of the freezer, any life once in them long gone.

#short story #queer writing #cannibalism

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judethebrood · 8 months

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PT 1/2~~

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altissiavibritannia · 4 years

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Moolouch Xmas Special

This is a separate chapter from the official fanfic of my Moolouch fanfic. I decided to add some of my Moolouch fic on here, so here’s something that is Xmasy. I know Xmas was yesterday, but I was spending time with my mema at that time being. So here’s my late Xmas gift to y’all. Lelouch is a cowboy throughout Moolouch and Gaara is his old friend that he barely remembers. This is a Gaara x Suzaku x Lelouch moment.

“Morning Lelouch, want to help me make fresh eggnog?” he asked softly in his ear.

The black haired cowboy yawned and mooed in agreement. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he stretched. Fixing his hair and fur, before polishing his black horns. Suzaku smiled as he left to go wake up the person responsible for Lelouch’s transformation.

Long purple lush hair flowed down to the floor. He looked like a male version of Rupunzel. Suzaku walked up to his bedside to tap his shoulder.

“What do you want?” he grumbled, still asleep.

“Just wake up Gaara...it’s Xmas morning. Besides we’ll be packed with guests for the Xmas party.” Suzaku sighed.

He opened his ruby red eyes and just glared at him. The White Knight just glared right back. Sighing in defeat as he did know that it was his turn to host the party. He started living here with them for half a year now and barely did his part. He usually was too busy keeping Geass Farms up and running.

“Fine...as host of the Xmas Party, I’ll get outfits ready first...I’m almost done with them.” Gaara groaned.

“That’s the spirit. Me and Lelouch will be making the eggnog while we wait. Rolo has the cooking taken care of, he and Lelouch prepared it last night...well most of it.” Suzaku chirped with a blush on his cheeks.

“For his boyfriend and farmer, you tend to be even more lovey dovey than normal. Has my geass power gotten to you?” Gaara scuffedly asked.

“Well I guess all geass power isn’t that bad...still this is his punishment for all that he’s done after all~!” Suzaku singsonged.

“What about me?! Why am I a English Lop?! Who’s idea was this?!” Rolo complained, tripping over an ear.

Crashing sounds could be heard from the kitchen. Rolo was turned into a English Lop bunniboi half a month ago and he was still half asleep when Gaara used his geass on him. The mastermind behind that was Nunnally.

Pots and pans clanged against each other as they fell to the floor. Rolo was making such a big mess in the kitchen. Making Suzaku think. Was wasn’t he turned into a half animal like the rest? It didn’t make sense. Him, C.C., Gaara’s workers and Gaara himself wasn’t turned. Yet Geass wasn’t effective on C.C., but did some did?

C.C. did after all keeps her distance away from Gaara as possible. Yet somehow Lelouch was able to give Gaara and a few others geass without forming contracts or having Code in general. Unless his geass got that powerful enough to allow him to do it.

“Here Rolo, let me help.” Lelouch offered, his Xmas themed cowbell rang.

“Thanks Big Brother, but what about your pectorals? Aren’t you full?” he asked, picking up a dirty frying pan.

“Yeah, well I’ve been through much worse. I may be full of milk like how I am every morning and evening, but I can handle the pain for a bit longer. Right now Suzaku is waking up Gaara.” Lelouch chuckled.

Gaara got out of bed as Suzaku walked to the kitchen to help. He had a lot of brushing to do. His hair was getting longer as time flies by, he then saw the male student outfit in his basket. Furrowing a brow as he held up the shirt. Frowning as he dropped it back into the basket, he put on his usual outfit. Gaara’s fashion looked like he jumped out of a pop singer poster.

Well he is a pop singer, but he quit his boy band once they used him for his geass. He removed their half animal traits once he found out why they wanted him as their lead singer. They wanted to be popular on looks alone and not anything else. Gaara was a great singer, but got driven into madness once he lost his best friend Lelouch when he was sent here.

He’s been turning others into animals with his geass power ever since he’s received it when Lelouch used his on him to be a distraction to keep Suzaku at bay. That was how Haunted Badboyz transformed into Aniboyz. Aniboyz vanished once the band broke up. Now he’s in charge of Geass Farms. He turned the rest of Aniboyz into his livestock once they begged for him to come back.

Lelouch then found out after he and Suzaku ended up as new employees of Geass Farms. He then offered to become a pop singer for his new band if he was up to it. Lelouch has always wanted to be in one ever since childhood, before his mother’s death. Gaara liked this new Lelouch that he’s made, Lelouch loved his new self too. Helps him out on relaxing, even though he ends up horny at the same time.

“Ready Lulu? Or should I say Merrymoo?” Suzaku asked in a teasing manner.

Lelouch’s cheeks flushed and his black soft cow ears lowered. His black cow tail swayed in embarrassment. He was wearing his Santa cowboy costume that Gaara made for him last month. He got it for a birthday present. The red short turtle tank top outlined in white faux fur, to the red and white faux furred short shorts. It suited him, he was even wearing the matching gloves and thigh high socks.

His bell was festive as well. Gold and silver bells with mistletoe themed bell. He wore a Santa hat and boots to make it look like he was the Santa of bovine. His horns shone in the sunlight as the sun was still rising. They poked through the fabric of his hat, well there was holes cut into it to make room for them. Rolo blushed as he looked so cute as a cowboy, he was jealous that he’s one and not like him, a bunniboi.

Rolo grabbed a bucket from one of the cupboard near the fridge. This is the only thing he can’t drop without tripping over his knee-length rabbit ears. He then hands it to Suzaku, who places it before Lelouch on the counter. Sighing as he then grabbed a carton of eggs and heavy cream from the fridge. He then searched through the spices for the nutmeg and cinnamon and of course, sugar.

They looked at each other and then at Rolo. Lelouch looked down at the empty bucket and then his milk filled pecs. Suzaku noticed how down in the dumps Rolo was now. It’s always has been him who got to milk Lelouch and nobody else. Now he saw the problem, everyone that knows of their love life and new jobs at Geass Farms were interested in learning something new. Lelouch then knew what Suzaku was thinking just by looking back at him.

“Go ahead Lulu, he’s never tried it before. He deserves to learn how in case I’m too busy.” Suzaku whispered.

Lelouch’s eyes full of love and understanding as he nodded.

“No that’s brown sugar...where is it?” Rolo sighed as he fiddled around in the pantry, searching for sugar.

Lelouch bumped his hip lightly against Rolo’s hip. His bells ringing as he did so, this caught Rolo off guard. He yelped as he tripped over his ears again and then, boofpt! Flour flew everywhere, making it look like it snowed indoors. Suzaku was laughing at how cute this was to see them together. A whirring sound could be heard. It was Nunnally, she had finally woken up.

“What’s all of the racket about Suzaku?” she asked.

“Well good morning Nunna, your brothers are goofing off is all. Also Merry Xmas Nunnally, want to help me or Gaara out, while these two make the eggnog?” Suzaku smiled softly.

“Sure thing, I need something to do anyways. Oh is the eggnog made with my brother’s milk again?” she asked with a cute mew.

“Indeed it is, it’s nice to have fresh milk on hand without bothering to go grocery shopping.” The White Knight chuckled.

Lelouch’s cheeks flushed again as he heard their conversation. Rolo’s eyes widen as he spotted Lelouch’s stomach. It wasn’t flat and smooth like always anymore. It was a bit more lumpy than normal. Lelouch placed a finger over his lips and winked. Rolo started to tear up as he knew what was happening and why he hasn’t told anyone yet. He was four months pregnant.

Nodding as he understood now why his older adoptive brother has been acting the way he has, it was due to him being pregnant.It also explains the extra milk over the past three months. It’s an unexpected Xmas present for everyone, including Suzaku. But what would his reaction about this all might be?

Lelouch winced in pain as his pectorals filled up more with milk. His shirt was getting even more tighter by the nanosecond. Even though the fabric was meant to withstand it after his pectorals got full, it wasn’t meant for leakage or with extra filled pecs. Rolo dusts the flour off of himself and then took his hand.

Lelouch pulled him up and dusts the flour off of himself as well. Now would be a good time for some relief or else Gaara might get pissed if he ended up with Mastitis or see his seamstership ruined. It took Gaara a week to get the outfit done, he loves to sew by hand. Once they were both done dusting the flour off themselves, Lelouch leaned over the bucket.

Rolo seemed nervous, because this’ll be his first time milking his older brother. Lelouch then carefully took off his bells and top. His nipples leaked a tiny bit of breast milk from the softest touch. He’s used to this by now, he then gently grabbed his tiny hands. He placed them onto his pectorals, shivered a bit from how it felt good.

“It’ll be ok Rolo, I’m here to help through the process. J-Just be gentle...alright? Ready?” he asked.

“B-But I don’t know t-the r-” he was cutoff by Gaara taking a snapshot of them.

They both blushed as they spotted him. “G-Gaara!!” they stuttered in perfect unison.

“Sorry, but this is what Milly wants. She’s coming by for the party after all.” The Emo Vampire Of Pop shrugged, holding the camera.

“Really? Even after what happened...?” Lelouch asked his ears perked.

“Yeah, of course she forgave you, Your Majesty.” Gaara chuckled as he liked how cute the 99th Emperor of Britannia was.

Lelouch blushed again as he forgot that he’s still the Emperor of Britannia. His older brother Schneizel gave him the throne after finding out why he was Zero and why he has murdered their father and remurdered his mother. He hasn’t been arrested again or anything, but he wanted to see how well he would do as the new Emperor. He didn’t want to have the throne like the rest of his siblings, yet someone had to be Emperor or else everything would go into ruins or chaotic.

He forgot that he even invited his family over to the party. Sighing as he knew that Zero Requiem would be no more, now that he’s busy fixing Britannia and trying to gain other nations trust while help fix their cities and such that was destroyed. He wanted the Zero Requiem, but this is fine too. Also he doesn’t want his unborn children to end up going down a dark path like how he has.

Shaking his head to clear it as he then rubbed Rolo’s hands against his pectorals. Rolo caught on and started to message them. Moaning softly as he let him message his painfully full chest. Once he was done, he had to lean over the counter again. He taught his little brother how to milk him. Nodding again as he then grabbed his nipples to relieve him of his load.

“M-Mooooooooooooooo~!” Lelouch mooed in glee.

“W-Wow this is amazing! I’ve never knew how fun this could be!” Rolo laughed.

“Sounds like Rolo’s having a blast. I wonder if he wishes to change his animal or not. Yet I do love how cute and fluffy he can be the way he is.” Suzaku softly chuckled as he eavesdrops on them, speaking to himself.

Squishy, squish, thick, thack. Lelouch was swaying his tail in glee as Rolo got the hang of it within a matter of seconds. Milking him in a good rhythm and not rushing things. His milk sploshing into the bucket as he moaned in pleasure. Blushing per usual as he loved it. Mooing and moaning as this made Rolo blush. His moos were so cute that he wanted to hear them more often.

Once the bucket was full, Lelouch grabbed another one. They then looked back at the doorway to the kitchen as they heard a knock. It was Rivalz, he had a few tins of butter cookies with him. Seems like guests were arriving earlier than expecting. He then smiled with a blush on his cheeks as the scent of Lelouch’s milk drifted under his nostrils.

“Need help?” he asked, swaying his mouse tail.

“Yeah that’ll be great. Mind separating the yolks from the whites?” Lelouch pointed to the eggs.

“Sure thing Merrymoo. Oops...I mean Your Majesty.” Rivals apologized as he bowed.

“No worries, we’re friends after all. On top of that it’s Xmas, so no need to be sooooooooooooo formal!” Lelouch mooed.

Rolo shrugged with a sheepish smile. “S-Sorry...” he apologized.

“It’s fine. Just warn me when you’re going back to milking me. Scared the crap out of me.” he chuckled.

“You two are so adorable together, even though it’s milking time for Lelouch.” Rivalz complimented.

They both blush as Rolo’s hands continued in a steady pace. Rivalz chuckled as he then placed down the cookies to start cracking some eggs and placing the yolks into a glass bowl. Lelouch and Rolo sighed in unison as they then gone back about their business. They then filled the last bucket, so it can be used for the eggnog. Lelouch then sighed in relief as he had some left over in case he needed it for something else.

“Well I’ll be back...I need to take a shower now.” he said, putting back on his top, hat and bells.

“Yeah sure, thanks for the milk Big Brother!” Rolo chirped.

“You’re welcome, did you like the experience?” he asked, glowing.

“Yeah...it was fun. Let’s do that again someday.” Rolo smiled.

“Somebody’s jealous~!” Suzaku singsonged.

Rolo blushed as Lelouch furrowed a brow. “S-Shut up! So what if I want to swap traits with my Big Brother someday for a day or two experience!”

Lelouch’s eyes widened as he was shocked on how he felt all this time after being turned into an English Lop bunniboi. Blushing himself as he wondered what it’s like to swap animal traits for a bit for a break, for once. Gaara’s geass was capable of turn others into anything he’d like but objects and take it away at anytime he felt like it. Yet was he able to swap looks? This made everyone grin as the idea got the best of them.

Gaara was petting the Scottish Fold Nunnally. “Thank you for helping me out. The more help, the merrier.”

“No problem. Do you have a family Gaara??” she asked, purring.

“Used to, I’m the last one of the Ootori family. They either died from illness or died during the Black Rebellion...even my baby sister Maggie died before she could ever enter kindergarten...” Gaara sniffled.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t know...is this another reason why you turned me the way you did...?” Lelouch asked, his tail wrapped around his legs and ears drooped.

He was out of his shower and was now wearing his cowboy version of his royal outfit. His royal rope draped from his shoulders like a cape or blanket. He had a cowbell made to match his outfit. He was used to his new look. He then sat down next to him, to help out on sewing the outfits. Gaara looked away as he stopped sewing.

“No...it’s not your fault Your Moojesty...terrorists that wasn’t part of the Black Knights took the advantage of the Black Rebellion...naming themselves as Black Knights, but their attire was different and didn’t match the real ones...they murdered everyone, but me. I pretended to be dead as they were killing everyone in sight at the family reunion...”

“Oh...I’m very sorry that happened to you. Were they part of your family or people who had a grudge against your family?”

“No to them both...they were stealing jewelry and expensive items that they could get their claws on...they attacked any rich family that they came in contact with...my family just happened to be on their list...”

“I see...are they still out there? I kind of forgot that the Ootori’s were a family of knights that served our family for generations...being sent during that year that day had made me forget...”

“It’s fine...I got my revenge sooner than I thought...Someone recognized me and then found out that I survived. One day I was surrounded by them and well...that’s when you came in that Sutherland...I ducked for cover when you fired...it’s more of a I hate you, forgive you, and thank you really.”

Ruby red to violet orbs. Lelouch didn’t know that he had saved him from death while shooting random people and such while running away from Suzaku again during a mission. Before his own Knightmare Frame was shipped along side the Guren. All he remembered was that he was trying escape and tear things up again like how they first met during the beginning of the Black Rebellion. Now that it’s over and that he’s Emperor, he has nothing else to do but to fix everything that he’s done.

Tears formed in Gaara’s ruby eyes and he then tackled the Emperor and started to sob. His purple and red coyote ears flopped over and tail tucked. Lelouch smiled warmly as he hugged him and starts to pet him, comforting him. As he cried, he felt his small baby bump and furrowed a brow. Yet he didn’t care at the moment, he felt lonesome for being the last member of his family.

“Merry Furmas Everybody~!” a cheerful voice announced.

Everyone turned their attention to the voice and knew right away that it was Milly. Rivalz ran out of the kitchen with waterfalls for tears as he tried to glomp her. She sidestepped as he missed and landed right onto the Spruce tree. Some of the decor on it was messed up from him landing into it. He groaned in pain as the needled leaves of it poked him. They laughed as they knew how silly these two were together. It was Two Out Of Three Stooges. All they needed was a third to make the collection complete.Yet either Suzaku or the Emperor himself could be the third one if they felt like it.

Rolo came walking in and dragged Rivalz back into the kitchen to help him finish making the eggnog. Rivalz just let him, tears still falling as he was being dragged by the tail. Milly then wagged her husky tail when they left for the kitchen. She then bowed before Lelouch, before holding out a present that she dug out of one of the many bags that were filled with them. She was the git go girl, she wore a pink Mrs. Clause outfit with four Santa bags full of presents. She loved to shower others with affection even if it was gifts.

He waved a hand at her as he then had her place the presents under the tree for now. Gaara then stood back up when he was done crying for his loss for his dear family. He was the second tallest out of them all. Yet Gino and Jeremiah had him beat by 4 inches in height. Yet he was still tall for his age.

“Anyone else coming Milly?” he asked.

“No, Your Majesty. Just us old student council and new, aside from the old and the new Knights of the Round.” she answered.

“Milly it’s Xmas, so no need for formalities. It’s annoying half the time...” Lelouch groaned, scrunching up his nose.

“Sorry, force of habit. Yet it’s quite catchy~!” she chirped.

“Sorry if I’m late Yo-”

“Shut up! He wants a break from hearing it!” they shouted in unison.

The teal haired general held out a finger with his mouth agape, but then nodded and closed it. Sighs as he then walked over to him. He then saw the champagne in his hands wrapped with a big golden bow. He directed him to the kitchen so it can be saved for later. The two chatted about making a treaty with Area 5, since they’re on the list to give back the name and rights list. It was simply the roll of the dice to figure out which countries or Areas that are capable to have everything returned to them without having a constant war with them.

Soon enough Kallen showed up wearing her old Black Knights uniform and was followed in by Kaname Ohgi and his wife Villetta. Villetta was about 6 months pregnant when they arrived. Lelouch invited them as well. Only a few former Black Knights were invited, so only them came. He also wanted to congratulate them for their family that they were starting. Villetta saw his baby bump and smiled. She didn’t say a word.

She knew that he wanted to tell everyone himself once the party started. Ohgi helped her into a seat before walking into the kitchen to help. Villetta gasped as she felt the baby kick again. Chuckling as she let Nunnally feel for herself. The two chatted about how things in life were going and whatnot. Nothing but girl talk. Kallen sighed as she felt left out, yet was guilty of kissing the Emperor. They didn’t know that he was gay until he kissed Suzaku on national television once crowned Emperor.

Everyone was shocked at first and was disgusted, but as life and time went on, they got used to it. Soon there were transgender, lesbians, gays, genderfluid, and every other sexuality. His love for Suzaku has changed the way the world worked. He even made laws for everybody to feel equal in both Japan (after giving their name and right back) and Britannia. Soon everybody was happy, there was no more name calling on the Japanese and no more war between the two countries.

Lelouch has changed Britannia for the better. He even fixed the laws of Britannia by removing the ones that existed generations ago. Yet not everyone wanted to change after losing power and being claimed as an Area. Some of them were very excited about the new Emperor of Britannia. They praised his name and is now on a waiting list for negotiations for a war truce and to have everything returned to them. They accept this new world that he’s offering. They even allowed Gaara to use his geass on whomever wanted to be turned into something in his image.

They wanted to have a balance of everything now that the Black Rebellion has died down and the Black Knights are nevermore. Unless if he wanted the Black Knights to be still in his services to help out. Yet Suzaku had told him to make new Knights for the greater good instead of having his Zero Requiem pull through. Since they’re lovers it was the only reasonable thing to do after all. If the Zero Requiem ever did come into effect, it’ll break Suzaku’s heart to murder yet another person that he has feelings for and not in a friendship matter.

Lelouch is the only lover he’s ever had his first kiss with and everything. Since he killed Euphemia out of pure jealousy aside from moving his plan forward for Nunnally’s sake. Then there’s Gaara, a loyal knight without anyone to love him. Yet they don’t know that he’s been crushing on His Majesty after finding out who he was throughout the whole thing. Suzaku may be an airhead as the Knight of Zero, but he knew something was up for three whole months. Yet still doesn’t even know what his reasons are for missing a bunch of meetings with Area 5.

They waited a bit longer for the rest of what’s left of the old student council to Ashford Academy and the new. Same thing with what’s left of the old Knights of the Round with a few new members. It took Gino and Anya to get used to Emperor Lelouch. Even though he did end up murdering his family’s parents after all. But the past is the past and yet they’re shocked on how much better of an Emperor he could really be. Gaara was a new member to bother the student council and the Knights of the Round.

Lelouch dubbed him as the Knight of Eight a few days ago. He was also the new president of the student council, since Rivalz was taking his position for granted. Nunnally was now in high school and was announced as the vice president of the student council. Rivalz was graduating a few months from now and wasn’t going to finish off the year. He’s following Milly’s footsteps, but instead as a baker. He gotten into baking after learning from Rolo and Lelouch (before he became the 99th Emperor of Britannia).

“ Luv are you coming out or not? For my baby sister and the new 10th seat of the Round, you’re such a scaredy cat.” Gino called at the doorway.

“Ngh...” was the answer from the doorway.

“Wait, Gino you never told us that you have a baby sister. How is she the new seat of 10?” Suzaku asked.

“I’m the one who put her in the spot. After Luciano died during the Black Rebellion, her power as a soldier has brought her as far as to that of a Knight. She’s Nunnally’s Knight, though she’s very timid.” Lelouch chuckled.

“Luv is just a nickname that I’ve given here over the years. She’s at least 3 years younger than me. Her real name is Lovisia Weinberg.” Gino explained.

“He told me everything there is to know about her. She’s been hiding in the air force of the Britannian Forces, but moved her out once the Black Rebellion started. Since then she’s been training by herself in the Homeland. She surpassed everyone in her troop. So I had Nunna pick out her Knight. Lovisia came and yet she asked me to make her into a Knight of the Round. So I did, she chose to replace Luciano’s spot. So I approved it.” Lelouch shrugged.

“Lovisia it’s ok, no need to hide now. Nobody’s going to hurt you. Isn’t it your job to protect Her Highness?” Gino asked.

Light blond hair and icy blue eyes looked through the doorway. She was an exact image of her older brother, but with lighter and thinner traits. Yet there was a Kanji on the right side of her forehead that read ‘Hate’ in pink. Suzaku furrowed a brow on why that’s there. Gino held up his hand as he knew what he was thinking. He then walked over to her and pushed her out into view. Lovisia was growling as he did so, then it all became clear. Hate as in Demon that hates everyone. She didn’t have pupils of any kind. Her eyes were outlined with thick red mascara and eye shadow.

She looked like a pissed off Tanuki. Yet Tanuki’s masks are black, not red. Something up was going on with her appearance alone. Then again Red Panda’s had a redish brown mask, but not a scarlet red. Gino sighed as he then looked at Lelouch. Lelouch knew what he wanted, her bottle. Nodding as he pointed at the painting of Nunnally and him during the time when they were kids. He walked over to the painting and moved it out of the way. There was a safe behind it, he dialed the password. A small click and the a creaking sound came from the safe. There inside was items so valuable that they were put in it, aside from cold hard cash.

There on top of the cash was a blue glass bottle. Looked like a liquor bottle. Suzaku was baffled by the safe behind the painting and the bottle itself. But on the big glass bottle was Aztec markings in gold. He couldn’t believe his eyes as Anya closed the safe and put the painting back in place, as Gino walked over with the bottle. He the popped the cork, allowing his baby sister to use her mystical powers. To his shock and the rest of the guests there saw the liquid rise out of the bottle without anything attached.

The liquid turned out to be blood. Everyone, but the ones who know of her powers covered their noses. It smelt rotten as if it sat in there for years without being thrown out in the trash. Lovisia had this power to control blood ever since birth. She had murdered their parents after being born, leaving them as orphans. Her eyes then stared at Suzaku intensely, forcing fear into his heart. The blood then slashed at his Knight of Zero uniform. Suzaku yelped as it cut through his skin a bit. Hot blood trinkled down, but didn’t hit the floor. But floated in the air, he then screamed in pain as he felt his own body float in the air.

Lelouch looked worried, but couldn’t move. The blood whip had gotten him to, but barely.She was a Deadman, a rare being who can control their blood and someone else’s as long as their blood is mixed in. This was her Branch of Sin. The Dragon was now awoken. She was known as the Dragon Reaper. Many other nicknames could define her without her real name. Emperor Lelouch calls her Death’s Pet Dragon. Gino then quickly closed the bottle once she drained Suzaku of a bit of blood to keep the blood in her bottle fresh.

Suzaku dropped at once and was panting. “Are you out of your mind for choosing her?! I could’ve died!”

“B-But...” “Enough Suzaku, you weren’t man enough to protect my baby sister. So Lovisia is the best we’ve got!”

“....Fine...but don’t let that monster get near me...”

“That’s my sister buster, sure she’s a Deadman, but don’t blame her for the beast that lives in her very body! She’s got more blood than the average human being! It’s due to the Blood Beast, A Dragon that sleeps inside of her!”

Gino grabbed the bleeding Suzaku up off the ground, teeth bared. Lelouch groaned in pain and tears dropped to the floor. They stopped and looked at him. Suzaku brushed Gino off of him as he hurried over, despite the pain coming from his side. He then looked down where Lelouch’s hands were guarding. He was breathing heavily as he looked up at him. Villetta gasped as she was worried too. Gaara stopped her and shook his head. Rolo heard the commotion, he too had tears in his eyes. They fear for the worst for the pregnant Emperor.

“What’s going on?! Somebody say something! What’s wrong with my boy-” Suzaku was cutoff by Lelouch placing a hand onto his cheek.

“I was about to announce this to everyone, when they were here...and now that they’re all gathered...I-I’m pregnant...with your twin boys...” he smiled sadly.

“Step aside Sir Kururugi...if I don’t fix my mistake, I can’t forgive myself...” Lovisia spoke sternly.

“No! Not what you just did to us! Get out!” he hissed.

“Let her, His Majesty might end up dying and miscarry or die with them! She doesn’t just kill with her Branch of Sin, but revive or heal!” Gino corrected him.

“I’ll be alright Suza...” Lelouch coughed as his body started to feel cold.

Hot tears spilled from his eyes as he kissed his hand, before letting Lovisia do her job. Lovisia walked over and cut her hands with the pocket knife on her thigh. She then apologize to her Emperor before slicing him in the stomach. Blood poured everywhere, but floated in the air. Lelouch’s now lifeless body floated into the air. Gino reopened the bottle for the blood in it to join. He and Anya cut themselves to help out. Suzaku sighed as he shoved his fingers into his fresh wound, screaming. Tears still dropping from his cheeks from the pain in his heart. He didn’t want to lose another love of his life, not ever again.

Trusting a total stranger with a Branch of Sin that is rarely born into the world.Yet if she could save him and the future heirs to the Britannian Throne, then he had no choice, but to trust Gino’s words. Gaara smiled as he joined in on the action. Once there was enough blood in the air, Lovisia’s eyes glowed. Soon her body ripped into ribbons, allowing the dragon inside to escape her body. The dragon was scarlet red like the makeup around Lovisia’s eyes, but had blue and golden patterns of Aztec markings along her body.

The dragon’s icy blue eyes looked at Lelouch’s freshly dead body along with the twins inside of him still. A mighty roar of sorrow and anger as she started to tear up herself. She was sorry for hurting a friend of her host. Soon the blood in the air formed the shape of a Peony flower. Suzaku was amazed on what this dragon can do, soon the flower glowed and then got shoved into Lelouch’s body at once! The blood from the people willing to help heal and revive the Emperor of Britannia alongside his unborn twins, has been cleansed and made to his blood type.

Once the glowing stopped, the dragon was gone. Lovisia was now lying in Gino’s arms. The bottle of blood was empty and laid on it’s side on the floor. Suzaku rushed over, his wound healed. He caught Lelouch’s unconscious body. He winced from being a bit weak. To everyone’s shock who didn’t part take in the blood to blood ritual with Lovisia, they saw a miracle happen. Lelouch’s stomach was now a lot bigger than what it was supposed to be. The dragon’s magic had made him close to labor than restoring him back to normal.

Suzaku blinked as he then yelped as he fell towards the ground. Rolo gasped as he then activated his geass, saving the both of them. Once five minutes was up, Lelouch was standing up and awake. Blinking as he felt the sudden weight in his stomach. Blushing on how fast the twins had grown in so little time, as if he was carrying unborn vampires. He then gave Lovisia a look as he then figured out what the cause behind it was from. He then grunts in pain again, Lovisia smiled in her sleep. She didn’t only speed up the development, but the deadline for the twins.

“Welp, His Majesty is in labor...” Jeremiah chuckled nervously.

“What did she do to me?! They weren’t due until somewhere in June!Argh!!!” Lelouch screamed in pain.

His water has broke, now that Lovisia has done her magic with her Branch of Sin. Suzaku laughed as he was starting to like Lovisia. Her and Lelouch planned this ahead of time, for their Xmas present to him. Sure he had planned the Zero Requiem with him, but changed once he got pregnant by him. So all in all that plan got out the window. It was now time for this new plan to take action. Zero’s Heirs is now the name of the plan. He carried his now Emperor in labor to his slumber chambers. Everyone went back to the party. Nunnally smiled as they didn’t need the Zero Requiem to begin with. Spilling a shit load of blood once again wouldn’t change the world, but make it worse.

Gaara then started to carve the ham and turkey in Suzaku’s place once the time for dinner rolled by. They enjoyed the feast as Suzaku and Sayako were helping Lelouch bring two new lives into the world. Rolo was happy to have two nephews into his life. He even got used to being Nunnally’s newest older brother when they met during the Black Rebellion. Everyone stopped partying once they saw Sayako walk in with a big smile on her face. The birth of two new princes was a success. Everyone was allowed to visit the new parents.

“So...what do you think of my Xmas present to you dear?” he asked.

“It’s wonder, I love them!” The White Knight sniffled as tears dripped down once more, this time with joy.

“So what are you going to new the new princes?” Gaara asked.

Lelouch smiled and looked down at his two breastfeeding children and then back at them and the father. Suzaku then changed his expression on the spot. Since nobody, but a few knew about his secret pregnancy, he had no idea. Yet he ended up crying like a baffling idiot like always. He shrugged as he then looked back at Lelouch. Maybe he had an idea what to name their two newborn sons. They did both had a bit of brown in their luscious black locks. The one with more black in his hair was the oldest out of the two. Suzaku’s rabbit tail wagged, yet his antlers kind of shed off when he was being “attacked” by Lovisia.

Even though that was the distracting of their plan to shock Suzaku. Gaara was a part of it too. He then winked at them as he then popped the cork to the champagne bottle. The cork landed perfectly into a bowl in the kitchen. He then started pouring glasses for everyone who wanted to try it. Sure some of them were still minors, but he gave them juice or pop instead. Suzaku thanked them all and for Lelouch’s best Xmas gift ever.

“Since daddy doesn’t have names for them, I guess we’ll name the oldest; Maleficent. And the youngest either Lelouch Jr., Suzaku the Second, or possibly Shiba. What do you think?” Lelouch asked.

“Maleficent and Shiba sounds wonderful. We can name the next batch after us if you don’t mind.” Suzaku chuckled.

“To the birth of our newly born Prince Maleficent and Prince Shiba!” Jeremiah cheered.

“To the new royals of the New Britannia!” they all cheered.

“Well we need birth certificates for them though.” Suzaku whispered.

“I already got you covered. Maleficent Nyx Kururugi Britannia and Shiba Love Kururugi Britannia.” Sayako chuckled as she held out the certificates.

Suzaku blinked as he then saw the handwriting and then smiled. Seems like his Emperor had them covered all this time. He then felt Lelouch gently tap him on the shoulder. He asked Sayako to hand him his son Shiba. He looked down at Shiba with a smile, he looked into his purple and green orbs.

“Welcome to the world my wittle baby Shiba. Daddy loves you very much~!” he whispered before kissing his messy brown and black locks.

Shiba sneezed and then cooed.

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwe~!” everyone said in unison.

“Let’s open up some presents! Plus...maybe have an unexpected baby shower for me, even though I’m not pregnant anymore!” Lelouch ordered with a giggle as he burps Maleficent.

“Does this still count?” he asked in secret to Villetta.

She nods as she congratulates him again. They then brought the party near their bedroom. Once they ate until stuffed, presents opened. Lelouch yawned. He was exhausted from this fast forwarded pregnancy and from very early child birth. Suzaku chuckled and smiled. He then kissed Gaara straight on the lips, catching him off guard. Gaara blushed as he then kissed him back and then they both kissed Lelouch on the forehead. Gaara took Maleficent from Lelouch, so he can rest. Everyone then went to their guestrooms in the palace. Nobody was driving home tonight from partying too hard. Suzaku followed Gaara and Sayako to the baby room that they’ve made ahead of time.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Shiba fussed.

“Shhhhhh! Daddy’s here, so is Papa Gaara!” Suzaku cried out, rocking Shiba gently.

Maleficent was fussing too, but Gaara held a mirror to use his geass on himself again to swap his animal traits.

“I got them Suzaku. Just rest with Lulu. Also thanks for accepting me in this family.” Gaara smiled as he was now a cowboy like Lelouch and breastfed Maleficent again.

“You’re welcome, but how can you do it?” he asked.

The Animal Spirit Geass user looked at him with his left eye now engraved by his geass. His geass was now as powerful as Lelouch’s. His sky blue eyes with the upside-down geass marked eyes was filled with happiness. He then put back on his ruby eye contacts. He then burped Maleficent and changed his diaper. He then cleaned his hands before changing back into his usual coyote look. Holding Suzaku’s son again as he rocked him gently.

“Well you see...I’ve maxed out my geass while living here with you. I can swap traits with myself and others if I desire to, but every time I use my geass, I end up with a small headache. Plus Shiba needs his first diaper change.” he explained.

“Dang...” Suzaku sighed as he sniffed Shiba’s butt and then coughs.

“Dang boy, already?!” he exclaimed as he changed his poopy diaper.

“Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, Blood is spilling from your brain, Zombies gnaw you like a plumb, Piercing Cries and you will succumb, Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You will never breathe again.” Gaara sang to Maleficent.

Maleficent giggled and sucked on his big toe.

“Why are you singing songs about death to him for?! What if it gets to his head once he grows up?! We don’t need another Zero!” Suzaku protested as he tries his best to avoid Shiba’s whiz.

“Don’t worry he won’t end up like his mother. Besides his name just screams vampire to me. Suffer, Suffer, Scream in Pain, Shove your enemies guts down the drain, Werewolves howl like a bunch of cawing ravens, Ghouls gather around you like a sick haven, Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You will never see the light of day again.”

“Wow...gee hopefully it doesn’t give them nightmares.”

“They won’t, this is a lullaby that my mother used to sing to me.”

“Really? Please sing, they seem to like it.” he picked up the now clean Shiba off of the changing table, throwing the dirty diapers into the coffin shaped trashcan.

“Every well...Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, Witches will have your body burned by flame, Mummies beetles swarm and squirm, Imps will have you squashed by the feet of a pachyderm, Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You will never move again.”

“Wait...why is this nothing but a song about death? Is it them that’s dying or other people or is it both?”

“Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, Your heart can’t take the strain, Lamias will constrict you into dust, Sirens caw until their lungs bust, Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You will never hear again.”

“Hello?! Answer me! Why is this song about nothing but...death...?” Suzaku yawned himself, putting Shiba into the crib.

“Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You won’t remember your name, Tombstones of grey, Yet here you lay, Suffer, Suffer, Scream in pain, You can never go insane.” Gaara finished as he puts Maleficent next to Shiba.

He then smiles as he lifts the sleeping Suzaku off of the floor and carries him to their room. Hopping in bed next to him as he then kisses him and Lelouch on the forehead. ‘Goodnight my dears.’ he thought, before falling asleep himself.

A/N: I don’t own Hotel Transylvanian or the song Suffer, Suffer, Scream in Pain for the movie. But I do own this version of the song, since I figured it needed more added to it, so I did it for them. I also don’t own Deadman Wonderland, I just decided to add some reference from the anime/manga to make Lovisia Weinberg my oc little sister for Gino. I hope you like my two day late Snoggletog gift to y’all. Merry Two Day Late Snoggletog! Yes I’m a HTTYD fan, so what?! But anyways I hope you liked it as much as I have writing it! I might write more in the future for Code Geass! I’ll also be working on these ocs and the au for this fandom! So Maleficent and Shiba designs and such will be uploaded later on in the near future!

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pangtasias-atelier · 5 years

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Hi I like your writing and can you write an immobile cowboy! Chrom with Robin milking him

Thank you!

I may have gone a bit overboard lol? But here it is. I love a dumb Chrom

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The milking of the Exalt is a daily occurrence that happens clockwork. The only reason such an important task may be delayed should only be from reasons of war.

Chrom had originally done it himself during the war, but with enough convincing to last him a lifetime, Frederick took over the role. Only temporarily, for once Robin came into Chrom's life, the duty was wholly his. A fact that Frederick would complain about at first before giving tips to Robin, the whole experience humiliating as Frederick went into painstaking details.

Chrom different, outside of being a descendant of the Hero King Marth, he had grown cow ears and a tail into his adulthood. His hunger growing, his frame soon developed into a stocky one. A little tummy and barely growing breasts. A sliver of chub on his arms and his thighs a tad bit tighter on his pants, Chrom was simply chunky. During peace, he only kept gaining weight as his new body hungered for more food. Alongside his need for food, he had been gifted the ability to produce milk, Chrom needing a milking every day. Teetering into fat territory, his excess weight soon went away with a way to fight. Soon stocky, he had met Robin soon after. The two growing ever closer, the weight seemed to stick to Chrom's frame; Chrom even getting a bit fatter during the war.

But now, with no war going on with everything now resolved, Chrom was back to his bulking phase from peace. With a happy to encourage feeder, Chrom blimped out. And with a renowned tactician for a husband, Robin took care of all the political and economical responsibilities of exalt. All Chrom had to worry about was eating and getting milked. And Robin took care of that as well, pampering Chrom to both of their heart's content.

A stocky frame, Chrom just blimped straight past anything after that and soon became a blob. The softest pillows supporting him, Chrom stays in a near constant seated position, only moving whenever Robin used his magic to levitate him.

Unable to move or do anything anymore, all Chrom could care about was his next meal and milking. And care he did. Exaggeratedly so. Which is why Robin had decided to see how long Chrom could last without a milking. He eventually ramped it to a full thirty days.

On day one, everything had been the same until Chrom found out about it. A blubbering whining mess, he was unable to do anything about his, his hand nearly immovable as well.

On day two, Robin was unsure but Chrom's moobs had gotten larger. All Chrom could still do was complain. Robin had promptly stuffed him with his feeding tube. Flailing, he was subject to the whims of Robin.

On day five, Chrom had begun leaking, his breasts secreting milk from their plentiful production. Still unmilked, Chrom's breasts had swelled out further.

On day fifteen, desperate for release, Chrom's tendencies that he tried so hard to suppress had come back. Pathetically mooing with all his fat in the way, Chrom could say nothing else, desperate with the pressure inside of him.

On day twenty three, the flow of milk had gotten so bad that Robin had to mop the floor.

On day thirty, Robin had Chrom moved to lie down on his stomach. His breasts engorged from his own milk, Chrom could only squirm from his sensitive moobs touching the floor.

And now, Robin was ready for the day he was waiting for, a full month's worth of milk in Chrom about to be milked. Opening the door he smiles at the sight, biting his lip as he slams the door closed and locks it.

Chrom stuck on his gut, his breasts are the first thing Robin sees. And most of what he sees. With so much milk unable to leave, the two jugs are massive. Both nearing the size of Robin, he almost goes to hug them before calming himself down. His milk pooling onto the floor, it covers the surface as Chrom lays in his own milk. Chrom's blobular face staring at Robin, his mouth filled with his feeding tube, he eagerly swallows his never ending meal. Deciding to end it for awhile, Robin climbs up, Chrom's whale sized stomach lifting him high off the ground.

Robin giggles at how Chrom tries to follow the tube, his face unable to move with so much fat. He tugs as Chrom's ears, the little marcations of his cow self near indiscernible from far away when so much fat commands one's attention.

He cups Chrom's cheeks, the rolls shifting and falling as he grabs them.

"M-mo-moo?" Chrom struggles to speak, so much weight from his cheeks obstructing him. Robin smiles, placing a kiss on Chrom's face before getting off.

Walking to the side, he kneads Chrom's body, the entire expanse untellable of what he's looking at. Behind Chrom, he tugs at his little tail, the tail hidden under so many rolls. Robin hears Chrom's little moos.

Deciding to move on to the main event, he goes back in front of Chrom, his fingers wrapped around his right nipple.

"M-moo!" Chrom huffs as he eagerly waits.

The flow constant in an attempt to release the excess milk, Robin gives it a squeeze, his hand drenched in the leaking milk. Both hands needed for one of Chrom's moobs, he begins kneading it. Two squeezes and Robin smiles as Chrom moos harder.

Moving to Chrom's other moob, he does the same, Chrom's breasts pouring the milk out. Smiling, Robin's eyes widen as Chrom's milk keeps pouring even without Robin's aid. The dam broken, Chrom merely moos, his eyes closed as milk continues gushing out.

Backing up, Robin panics as all of Chrom's milk begins pooling up to his ankles. The milk level rising, it reaches his chest. Thankfully buoyant, he calms down as he rises with it. Looking at Chrom, he calms down further as the rising milk reaches Chrom's face. Drinking his own milk, it stays at a constant level before dropping. And then rising again as Chrom's breast release more milk, Chrom's thirsty throat faster than his own breasts.

Swimming in Chrom's own milk, Robin blushes from his own debauchery gone perhaps a bit too far.

The milk not changing, only a bit lower than Chrom's face, Robin relaxes as Chrom's breasts have finally finished. Unsure of how to fix it, he climbs on top of Chrom who can only moo in frustration, unable to reach his milk anymore.

Robin's decision to get on top of Chrom the right one, he prays for his foresight as the door busts down from the milk. An ocean of milk escaping into the halls, Robin ends his prayer, surely unable to live this down once the entire castle wonders why it was flooded from their Exalt's milk.

"This is your fault,"

"Moo?" Chrom questions. Robin inserts his feeding tube as he walks off, deciding to end this embarrassment as soon as possible.

#fat emblem #my writing #fat!chrom #animal!chrom

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dean-bluesteel-winchester-spnfam · 5 years

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Shareable questions. All of them.

👽 Do you believe in aliens?Not in the aliens everybody else seems to believe in with UFO’s and all that crap.

👽👽 If so, what do you think they look like?They look like normal people, because... you know what. Ask Cas. He is practically an alien.

🤡 Do you have any phobias?Yeah. Snakes? Ugh. Spiders? Ugh!! Planes? UGH. (But it’s so funny the emoji for this one is clown. Perfect for Sammy.)

💀 What is your favourite thing to do?I... I have no idea. Maybe watching western movies with Cas? I never thought about this before, because normally there is just stuff that I have to do. Kissing Cas is for sure in my top 3 as well.

☕ Name the tastiest hot beverage.Ugh, you can’t tell anyone but I enjoy hot vanilla milk. I mean coffee. It’s totally just plain coffee.

🥛 Name the tastiest cold beverage.Beer.

😇 What do you believe is your most angelic quality?ANGELIC QUALITY. I don’t have one. Seriously, I don’t think I can ever be somthing as angelic.

👹 What do you believe is your most devilish quality?That I don’t wait to pull my trigger. I killed people before. Hell, I torture monsters all the time. I’m not any better than them.

🧜‍♀️ If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be and why?Mythical, well most of them are actually real, but whatever. ( Normally I’d say angel? But you know, not really worthy - so lets go with a monster.)I think being a mermaid would be cool? All day in the water, the other hot merpeople. Yeah I think that would be nice.

😻 Describe the sweetest moment you have had with a pet.The sweetest. When I was like 16 we stopped in a small town for a hunt. It took Dad almost 6 weeks to find the vampire, so Sammy and I had to go to school there. It was horrible. While Sammy of course had lots of friends, I didn’t. I skipped a lot of classes and waited outside for Sammy and there was the cute little dog living with an old man right next to the school. I petted him every time I waited and he ... was so happy to see me everyday.Sometimes I would even share my breakfast with him or walk with him, when his owner was too tired. God this was ages ago, but I was heartbroken, when we left that town.So never getting a pet again. Hurts just like hell, when they leave.

🌎 What is your most far-fetched ‘bucket list’ item?I don’t think there is one? Nothing is really far-fetched in my life. But I’d like to have a swimming pool.

🤔 Describe the most influential person in your life.Well he is not really from this world, but he always fights for the things he loved. He was born as a solider, but learned what it means to have a free will and there is no one else, who loves this unconditional.

🤯 Do you have a mental illness?Pretty sure, yeah. PTSD definitely. Maybe depression, too. I have panic attacks at night (when nobody sees them). Anxiety and stuff. I got it all.

🦄 If you could shape-shift into an animal at any time, what would it be and why?Huh, great question. Maybe a dog, I kinda was one before and it was kinda fun you know. Have an owner and all, must be nice.

🍣 Are you a sushi connoisseur?No ew. Why would I eat sushi when I can have burgers?

🤓 Do you consider yourself a nerd?Mhh. While I do call Sam and Cas a nerd all the time, I can admit that MAYBE I’m one too. Probably more of geek, but whatever. Maybe it already makes me a nerd saying that.

📆 Have you set goals for your life? Or are you just living life in the moment?I do have set goals, but I feel like I have to just live my life, since I could easily die any day. So maybe that are just wishes and not really goals. I take the days as it comes.

📆📆 If you have made goals, name a few.Wishes. They are wishes. I would love to be married (so close!!) and would like to have a big family one day. Get some kids, get some nieces and nephews. Maybe get all my friends back. Imagine Bobby babysitting my kids or Charlie teaching them how to cheat in games.

📆📆📆 If you’re living life in the moment, explain away.Ugh I explained it above. Hunter = big chance of dying. Again.

🤩 Name a famous celebrity you dream of meeting.I wish I could meet Led Zeppelin.

🌙 Are you a moon or sun person?Sun probably, but I do love them moon as well.

🚀 If you could travel back in time to any era, where would it be?I wish I would’ve gotten this question years back, because then I would’ve said, when the Cowboys were still a big thing. But honestly? That was just a big disappointment. I didn’t like the whiskey, I looked stupid and people hated me there. So no traveling back, thank you.

🚀🚀 What kind of life would you want in this era?Well I just wished it would’ve been as awesome as I always thought. Me being the cool sherriff and getting hot chicks. (Or Cas, but lets be honest. They’d kill us)

🦕 Do you wish dinosaurs existed in our modern world?Holy shit YES.

🦕🦕 If so, would you want a dino pet? Name the kind.I would love a dino pet!! Uhm... give me a triceratops.

🎃 Name your favourite holiday.I hate them all, but christmas was nice, when Mom was still alive.

😊 What do you believe is your most redeeming quality?That I never give up?

😴 Do you get enough sleep?No. Normally I get my four - five hours and I always say that’s fine, but it’s not. Seriously I wish I could sleep more. But you know, nightmares, hunting and all that crap. Maybe I should start with naps again.

🏈 Are you a sport enthusiast?Yes! While I hate to move my own ass, I love sports. Wrestling is amazing. (and yes that counts).

🦂 Describe your best friend.Oh easy. Big blue eyes, dark wild hair. Tilts his head way too often and can’t wink properly. Smiles so rare but so beautiful. Wants to help everyone and loves the nature. Has the biggest heart and gets hurt too often.

🥑 Fruits or veggies?Fruits.

🤞 If you could snap your fingers like Thanos from The Avengers, what would you make happen?Tha. Bring Iron Man back? No uhm, I’d kill every monster on earth. Make it peaceful.

😎 Do you consider yourself a cool kid or a total square?I wish I was a cool kid.

🍭 Do you have a sweet tooth?Yeah! Nothing better than some chocolate or pie, but it’s not as bad as Gabriel’s.

🏥 Do hospitals freak you out?Not really. I mean I don’t like them, but I’m so often in one, it kinda gets boring.

🍕 What’s the best pizza topping?Meatlover.

🧘‍♀️ When was the last time you did something just for you?Can’t remember.

🎣 Have you ever been fishing?Yeah a lot. Dad took me already when I was a kid.

👶 Do you want to have children someday?Yes. As soon as we are ready.

🥔 Name your favourite form of the potato.There is no favorite. I love them all.

🌵 Do you have a green thumb?Not at all. Glad Cas has.

🐩 If you have one, name your dream dog(s).Small ones... that don’t remember me of hellhounds?

🍂 Winter, spring, summer or fall?Summer and spring. I hate hunting in the winter or fall, but then again it gives me an excuse to hide into even more flannels.

🐳 Does the ocean freak you out or entice you?Entice me.

🐚 Ever been scuba-diving or deep-sea fishing?Nope! but Scuba-diving sounds amazing.

📸 Do you take a lot of photos?Ehhh I never really did, because why would I? Now I take pictures of Cas or Sam all the time. They hate it.

🎵 Name your three favourite artists/bands.Led Zeppelin, Motorhead, Metallica.

🎵🎵 What about your three favourite genres?Rock, Rock and Rock.

🎸 Can you play an instrument(s)?Never had the time, but I would love to play the guitar.

🔬 What was the best class in high school?P.E. I wanted to be a cheerleader, but couldn’t for obvious reasons.

🔬🔬 What about the worst class?Every other class. I was bad at everything.

🕹 Name the video game you have wasted the most time playing.Never played one.

🕹🕹 Name your favourite video game.I don’t think I even know one.

🔪 Do you have an interest in serial killers or do they just freak you out?Ohh Sammy boy has some real interest about serial killers! Holy shit. I don’t care mostly.

🦗 Do bugs give you the heebie-jeebies?Yes. God there was one time Sammy and I were caged in with a milliion of bugs and NOPE. Never again.

🎱 Confess the last wish you made on a magic 8 ball.Please let Cas love me back.

😑 Describe the most annoying thing ever.I’m so easily annoyed. You ever hunted some asshole ghost completely wet because he threw you into a pool? Fucking annoying to walk back to Baby for three miles in wet clothes. But also small things, when nobody listens to you. When there is a mess in my kitchen. When people assume stuff without knowing me.

☺ Describe the greatest thing ever.Waking up late and cuddling more into the warm sheets, while Cas tightens his arms around me. I love to pretend to be still asleep, just to see what he does.

🏠 Growing up, how was your home life?It was hell. I was practically an adult at the age of six. I mean I love Sammy more than myself (which is not hard btw) and I would take care of him anytime, but I never had... friends or fun and all that jazz.

😜 Are you silly or serious?Silly. But I can be serious if needed.

🥩 Steaks: Well-done, medium-rare, or still mooing?Medium-rare. But lets be honest, I eat every kind.

🍄 In your opinion, are mushrooms tasty little morsels or just a dirty fungus?Ew. I wouldn’t know, I don’t eat that stuff.

🥑 Best way to eat an avocado?To not eat it. :)

⛪ Are you spiritual?Haha, I have no idea how to answer that one.

⛪🕌 If so, describe your beliefs.Well?!?! I obviously believe in everything.

🍔 Burgers or dogs?Does that question imply, people eating dogs is a normal thing? Burgers.

😤 Describe something that gets under your skin.Unfairness.

🧟‍♀️ Do you think the world will end in zombies?Apparently it does, because that is just what happened.

🐉 Is there a dragon you chase?Yes.

🥞 In your personal opinion, should food be free to everyone?YES. Seriously.

🐍 What animal are you scared of, if any?Spiders and snakes. @anangelamuse-castiel-spnfam

#that took me ten years of my life #oh god #Cas remember that I love you

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What weapon does your muse prefer? (Let's say Eris, Francine, Abigail, and Lily.)

VIOLENCE HEADCANON

“You’re kidding right? I’m the Goddess of Chaos and Discord. Look at the world. I’ve fired full cylinders of ME all over the planet and made a perfect mess.”

“No comment. This place is FULL of panic button li.ber.als. But you can guess. Even my hippie daughter is properly instructed, and respectful of it. And I’m not apologizing for or surrendering it. End of story. Pfft. Dumbasses.”

“I’ll say it. People here hate me for some unknown reason, anyway. I carry. And I’m not relinquishing it either. I work in the music business, and I’m surrounded by crazies and predators. And a karate kick or a switchblade is no match for someone who’s ALSO carrying.”

“Well, whatever’s handy, a bottle, a cast iron skillet, a pitchfork, whatever! But ya’ll must be crazy if ya’ll think I can hold down my saloon and comfort parlors when outlaws and rowdy ner’do-wells come a rustlin’ in here and try and start something. I got good honest patrons! Cowboys, gamblers, miners and farm folk that may or may not be carryin’ a lot of gold or money on ‘em. So when a riled up jackass wants to threaten me n’ my patrons…or my gals? I’m gonna whip out my shotgun and defend my folk. Moo and the boys can’t be here all the time, and we’re in the middle of noweheres!”

@yellingmetatron

#yellingmetatron #asks #Violence HC meme!#Politics cw #⚔️ERIS GODDESS OF DISCORD ⚔️#HEADCANON || ABIGAIL #HEADCANON || LILY #{Eris and Francine are canon info there; the other 2 are obvious headcanons}#💄FRANCINE SMITH💄

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curewhimsy · 5 years

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OCs On A Cruise 1: Yeehaw

I’m on a cruise. It’s 14 days long. So my mind decided to put every single OC I have on the same cruise ship. And I have a lot of OCs. Some are only names so far. Some need to be developed. But that’s okay, because this is my chance to develop them! Before you read this utter mess, there’s a few things you should know. 1. Yeehaw is a funny word. 2. Kiha may be ethnically Japanese, but she’s a hardcore cowboy. Her name rhymes with yeehaw by pure coincidence. (Or is it?) 3. Yoriko is a very shy, quiet and reserved OC. She is usually reading a book, therefore she knows a lot about things that may surprise people. So it’s funny and surprising that someone so quiet managed to do a perfect yeehaw! Perhaps Yoriko read a lot of cowboy books... 4. Octavia is a contralto, which means her voice is deeper than that of most women. This became a running gag. Her voice is deep and powerful, she’s really more like a bass? I’ve jokes about Octavia having almighty power before. Because I’m in love with her. She’s so strong too. She could make a volcano erupt with her voice probably.......... 5. Luana is a pirate. I think that’s all you need to know for this part.

6. Moo is a sentient cow, therefore he can be transgender. Moo is a transgender male bovine who calls himself a “cow” rather than a bull.

7. Everyone is a little exaggerated in this story. If you can even call this a story.

8. I will introduce all these characters properly later maybe.

“Okay, now say it with spirit! YEEEEHAW!” “Yee... haw?” Eiko shyly said. Kiha sighed. “Was that okay?” Eiko said bashfully. “Well, we’ll practice again another day, I guess.” Kiha took off her cowboy hat and called it a day. Suddenly, she saw Yoriko in the corner of the cafe eating a hamburger. Kiha ran back up to Yoriko with her cowboy hat. “YEEEEHAW!” She exclaimed. Yoriko glanced at Kiha and kept eating. “Come on! Say it after me!” Kiha said again. “YEEEEHAW!” “YEEEEHAW!” Yoriko exclaimed with spirit. However, she just nonchalantly went back to eating her burger. Kiha was stunned. That was perfect. A perfect yeehaw! “Well I’ll be gosh darned.” Kiha whispered. “See, Eiko?” Kiha said. “That’s how a true cowboy does it!” “Yoriko isn’t a cowboy...” Eiko said. “She isn’t even a boy...” “You don’t need to be a boy to be a cowboy.” Kiha said. “You also don’t need to be a cow either!” “Am I a cowboy?” Said Moo, who was both a talking cow and a boy. “Bein’ a cowboy comes from deep within.” Kiha said. “But since you are a cow and a boy, the answer is technically yes.” “Oh boy!” Moo exclaimed before galloping off. “YEEHAW!” “He... he galloped like a horse...” Kiha and Eiko said together. ——— “Come on Snowbell, you say it too!” Kiha said. “Meow!” Snowbell meowed. With spirit. But she still didn’t do it right... “Nope! Repeat after me! YEEEEHAW!” “MEOW!” Snowbell yowled. “Kiha, Snowbell is just a cat.” Bianca said. “Cats can’t say yeehaw!” “But she can play the piano!” Kiha said. “She can read! So why can’t she say yeehaw! I’m tellin’ you! Them cats would be so darn precious if they said yeehaw instead of meow!” Bianca imagined Snowbell‘s sweet little meows being yeehaws instead. She quickly shook her head. “Precious?” Bianca said. “That’s scary!” ——— “Howdy pardner.” Kiha said to Luana, drinks in both their hands. “Ahoy matey!” Luana said back. “Mighty fine ship you darn got here.” Kiha said. “Yo ho ho, she ain’t called the Voyage of the Seas for nothing, ya blasted scallywag!” Luana growled. “Yeehaw! I say! I like the way y’all salty rogers throw down that lingo, buckaroo!” Kiha said. “Shiver me timbers! Ye’s briny big talk ain’t that bad neither, bucko! For a landlubber, that be!” “Aw shucks!” “Arrgh!” “What language are those two speaking...?” Bianca and Camille were watching the scene from there yonder—I mean... from afar. ——— Kiha overheard Octavia talking to Aria. “Giddy up!” She said as she galloped over to Octavia. “Ya got a mighty fine voice lassie! All deep and powerful, like boom! I wanna hear ya say yeehaw!” Octavia looked at Aria. “Is this girl a little nuts?” Aria thought. “Heh, I might as well say it then.” Octavia said. She cleared her throat. “YEEEEEHAW!” The sound exploded and reverberated out of her lungs and mouth like dynamite. It was so powerful that everyone on the ship heard it. It was so powerful, that the sound waves resonated underwater. Underneath the ship, an underwater volcano began to erupt. The blast from the volcano caused a big wave under the ship that threw it up into the air. “What’s happening?” On the whole other side of the ship, Aisha was holding onto Lita as things began shaking. “Astounding.” Rhona was looking out of the window in her room, experiencing the rare seismic phenomena. “I’m all about that bass!” Octavia said. “Shut your mouth Octavia, you’re making things explode with your voice again!” “Again?” Octavia said. “You mean this is an everyday occurrence?” Kiha said. Surprisingly, Luana was at the bow of the ship, steering it. She was maneuvering it to be able to sail on top of the wave Octavia created... The huge cruise ship was now surfing on the wave! “I’ll be darned! This ship is riding that wave like a cowboy ridin’ a horse!” Kiha said. “I say this is time to say YEEHAW!” Everyone on the ship said yeehaw simultaneously, except for Octavia. One of the people who said yeehaw loud and clear was Eiko! “Eiko!” Kiha ran up to her. “You done it! You done it! You said it correctly!” “Eh, I did?” Eiko said. “Hey, did Snowbell just say yeehaw too?” Camille said. “Or was I just hearing things?” “Meow!” Snowbell answered. She then began to lick her paws like a typical cat. “Well, I guess the world will never know.” Bianca shrugged.

#my writing #oc #ocs #vacation #life of pastell #yeehaw #whimsica #whimsica saga

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emilythedog661 · 5 years

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BBS Cowboy AU

I’m watching Delirious' RDR2 playthough and it made me think of a Cowboy AU, all the bbs will be in a group with their own campsite and they respect each other like brothers with ships mixed in there too cause this AU is set in morden day with the acception of everything, anyway here are their personalities

Evan - Vanoss - Evan is a little rebel who like to do whatever he wants, he’s the leader of the group and he always makes sure everyone is accounted for, he cares about delirious the most and he loves to tease him as well as flirt with him too, he loves to teases the others too but it’s all in good fun, delirious also taught him how to look after his horse named bathorse which is a jet black horse with a yellow horse saddle, saddle pad and bridle, he also had a few horses in the past that he purposely killed when in fights but delirious taught him to care about the horse, Evan wears a black hat with a black shirt and yellow waistcoat, black cowboy trousers and black boots, Evan is also a mixture of good and bad and it straight down the middle.

Jon - Delrious - Jon is mostly good with a loyal, kind heart, he’s loves a good joke and making jokes and he’s sometimes bad but mostly good, he loves all his friends and they tease him but if it goes to far Evan defends him, Jon and Evan has a strong relationship and they love each other to death, Jon has a gray and white horse named horselirious and he cares about him deeply, he always feeds him, brushed him, always feels bad when he’s hurt and gives him affection, Jon also taught Evan to take care of his horse since he’s a bit lazy with him at first but then after some TLC caring Jon managed to get Evan to care for his horse, Jon wears a black hat, blue shirt with white waistcoat, black cowboy trousers and black boots, also horselirious wears a blue saddle with white saddle pad and white and blue bridle.

Brock - Moo - Brock is the group mom and makes sure everyone is healthy, safe and sound, if one of them are hurt he will heal them back up and cheers them up when they are sad, Brock is mostly good but likes to be bad now and again, Brock wears a white hat with a green shirt, blue waistcoat, brown cowboy trousers and black boots, Brock get along with everyone and he mostly gets along with Brian, him and Brian were officially named the group parents by the squad and they don’t mind, him and Brian also have a flirty teasing relationship going on and they love it, Brock owns a white and brown horse named snuckles and he loves his horse as much as Jon does, Snuckles wears a dark blue saddle with a green saddle pad and a blue bridle.

Brian - Terroriser - Brian is one of 2 irish people in the group and he’s the mixture of strict and laidback dad of the group, he'll do whatever the other boys are doing for a laugh and good time so he can be neither good or bad depending on the situation but when one of them goes too far he will tell them of in a strict parently way, Brian is one of the ones that love to tease the others but he loves to tease Brock differently by flirt teasing him, Brian has a brown and white horse named speedy and he wears a red saddle, black saddle pad and black bridle, Brian wears a black hat, red shirt, black waistcoat, black trousers and black boots.

David - Nogla - David is the goofball of the group, the other irish person and is always teased for the fun of it, luckily he doesn’t care and always ends up joining in, he loves having a good time but the group has to be careful when having David on missions since he might mess up, David wears a white hat, back shirt, green waistcoat, black trousers and boots, he has a good relationship with lui and he loves to try and tease him but it doesn’t always work, David has a white horse named puncake and he wears a green saddle, saddle pad and bridle.

Lui - Lui is the man child of the group and he also a trickster, he loves to have a good time and he loves to use his kid voice, he has a good relationship with everyone and he mainly like to hang around with David, Lui wears a black hair, red shirt, white waistcoat, black trousers and boots, Lui has a chocolate coloured horse named louis and he had a white saddle, red saddle pad and white bridle.

Tyler - Wildcat - Tyler is full rebel and he loves to be the rebel of the group, he’s the one that plans all the bad stuff and he the second in charge next to Evan, Tyler is also the one that plans the teasing on the others mainly David and he loves to flirty tease Craig, Tyler and Craig love to boast how much they love each other for a joke but they do love each other, Tyler wears a white hat, pink shirt, white waistcoat, black trousers and boots, Tyler has a gold coloured horse named bacon and he wears a white saddle, pink saddle pad and white bridle.

Craig - Miniladd - Craig is the nerdy, timid one of the group and he also has a big mouth, he’s very loud and he gets into a good time you can’t drag him out of it, he loves to spend time with the others and he mainly hangs around with Tyler, him and Tyler love to have a good time and that’s why they love each other, Craig is like Evan with the good and bad thing but also like Brian where he just goes with the flow, Craig wears a brown hat, white shirt, orange waistcoat, black trousers and boots, Craig's horse is a cream and white horse named mocha and he has a dirty orange saddle, brown saddle pad and brown bridle

I hope you like my Cowboy AU and i might do a fanfic on my BBS Book on Wattpad in the future when i have the chance 😋 (link to my BBS Book =3)

#banana bus sqaud #vanossgaming #h2o delirious #moo snuckel #the gaming terroriser #daithi de nogla #lui calibre #i am wildcat #miniladd #h20vanoss #h2o vanoss #terrormoo #minicat #daithidelui #daithidecalibre #bbs #bbs AU

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Hmmm, okay...what about a short drabble with Ezra? Like, you've lived in town for a few years and he's basically in love with you but wont admit it, even to himself, and the boys find it hilarious? idk I'm bad at requesting stuff, that's why I write lol I could also request drabbles for the others if you want (like Chris or Vin or something)

You can request those dumb cowboys all you want lol.

This turned into more of a one-shot so I’mma just gonna put it under a cut

You had blown into town a few years ago, finding a stake in working for Mary. Which meant you cleaned the printing press a lot, but you had also written a few stories pertaining to the town and the men that protected it. And Ezra Standish hung onto every word. He would never admit it, but he had a small pile of clippings in his room. And he convinced himself that it was because you are such a great author.

He had his eyes on you for nearly the three years you had been in town, but never uttered a word about it. He didn’t need to the rest of the boys had caught on, after a few weeks. He always trailed off while talking whenever you passed. Whenever you talked to him suddenly the silver tongue was gone and was a stuttering mess.

After a recent particularly bad encounter, the other men behind him laughed.

“Oh Ezra,” Buck laughed, “What was that?!”

“I’ll tell you what,” Vin prodded, then he cupped his hand over his mouth and started to make a mooing noise. JD joined in and Ezra turned on his heel to face him.

“Gentlemen. Be civilized. Just what are you trying to say?”

Buck slung his arm around Ezra, “You are lovesick. Jesus. Just tell her you like ‘er Hoss.”

Ezra stuttered looking for words. “It’s alright Ezra. We are just surprised there’s a heart somewhere in there for her to get to,” Vin shrugged.

“We know about you keeping those clippins of her writing,” JD laughed.

“I-I don’t have feelings for her. I hardly know the girl!” He laughed nervously attempting to push Buck away.

“Right, and I’m the queen of England. I’ve seen you abandon card games to do her a favor.” Vin and JD confirmed in agreement.

“Fer a man that hate menial labor you sure do a lot of favors for her,” Vin grinned.

“No good deed goes unpunished, I swear. I was just being nice!” Ezra answered a blush coming to his cheeks

Buck sighed, straightening up, stepping away. “Fine. So then you don’t mind if I-”

“Like she ever go with you,” the words came out far more venomous then he ever intended. “She is a lady, Buck. She isn’t going to want a boreish man hanging over her. A lady like her should have a gentleman. Someone to woo her a-and whisk her off to dinner. Maybe a nice horse ride. Someone- Someone-”

“Like you,” Vin asked. The other two smiled at him, but Ezra’s face remained somber.

“No. No one that lovely deserves a scoundrel.” Ezra tipped his hat and headed off.

Vin, Buck, and JD exchanged looks as their friend left. “Well, that went less than perfect,” Buck sighed.

“Didn’t Mary mention that y/n never shuts up about Ezra,” JD turned towards Vin.

“Yeah, she did.”

As Ezra walked down the street he heard the distinct sound of Chris Larabee's mooing. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of Chris with a shit-eating grin. That when he ran into someone, he grabbed the arm belonging to the body in front of him. “Good Lord! I am so sorry. I really should watch where I am headed!” He turned and saw it was you, “Miss. Y/L/N. My apologies.”

You started to laugh, as you shook your head and Ezra swore he wasn’t breathing. “No,no, I had my head in a book again. It’s fine Ezra.” You both kept your vice-like grips on one another.

“Well, it must be engrossing novel, then.” You nodded as a grin pulled at his feature and your heart melted. That damn smile was going to be the death of you.

“Yeah,” you sighed. Suddenly courage or foolishness, you weren’t sure, came over you. “Mr. Standish, would you like to go to the hotel for dinner tonight, say around six?” The grin became warmer and wider as he shook his head with a laugh. He licked his lip, staring at you in awe a few moments before answering.

“I’d like nothing more.”

#Ezra Standish #Ezra Standishxreader #Vin Tanner #JD Dunne #Buck Wilmington #chris larabee #WhatIf? - Drabbles #drabble

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Dean's Girl Chapter Two

Dean’s POV

“So what are you thinking? Game wardens? FBI?” I glanced over at Sam as we pulled into the crappy small town motel.

“The Fed suits are good to intimidate the locals so I say let’s go with Agents Henley and Frey.” Sam said without glancing up from the tablet he was using to read the online copy of a local newspaper article.

I pulled Baby into the empty space outside of the office and shut off the engine listening for any odd sounds from the engine. Standing up I stretched my back and futilely tried to ease the back ache of driving 10 hours. Damn, I’m getting too old for this shit. Every hunt is getting harder physically and took longer recovery time. My knees are shot and after spending months in the federal hellhole prison, I’d rather collapse on a couch with a bottle of bourbon than gank some small town witch.

That’s what Sam thought we were hunting, a witch. A woman’s body stuffed inside a hollow tree with her right hand missing was the signal that we had a case. Something about this small Texas town kept bothering me like some long forgotten memory. It wasn’t just that I remembered coming through here after Sam took off to find dad during that fugly scarecrow case when I almost go sacrificed in a damn apple orchard. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling like there was something important and bad about to happen. After all the hunts why the hell was I feeling nervous about an obvious salt and burn witch case.

I pushed opened the lobby door and walked up to the motel counter. Pulling out a credit card I did a quick glance at the name before signing in. Sam and I changed into our Fed suits and headed to the sheriff’s office to get the details of the dead woman.

As we walked into the office, I reached into my coat to pull out my badge. I stopped when I noticed a teenager working at the front desk. Her dark blonde hair was hiding her face as her hunched over what looked like an algebra textbook. When she heard us walking up she raised her very green eyes and stared straight with confidence and a slight smile.

“Hi. Can I help you?” I couldn’t help returning her smile. She was pretty and seemed to feel comfortable speaking to two men in suits. I had to say I was a little impressed since I know that Sam and I can be intimidating to young girls.

“Hello. I’m Agent Henley and this is my partner, Agent Frey. We need to see the sheriff about a case.” Sam answered.

“Sheriff Emerson stepped out for a minute, but maybe I can help. Do you want to see a case file?” She couldn’t be more than 14 so I wondered if she really could help us.

“That would be great, sweetheart.” I said with a wink.

“It’s Heather, not sweetheart.” The frown and raised eyebrow let me know that I wasn’t going to charm this one into giving us any information and my opinion of her raised even a little higher.

“Alright, Heather. Could you find any case notes about the woman who was killed three days ago.” I saw her face fall with sadness and tears form which made a unfamiliar wave of sympathy. “Sorry, did you know her?” I asked gently.

“Yeah. She was my mom’s best friend, Stacey Emerson.” Heather said as she turned around heading for a metal desk running her fingertips under her eyes swiping unshed tears. I felt like a jackass for making this young girl cry. She picked up a manilla folder and brought it back to the counter.

Reaching out for the file, I said, “Thank you, Heather. When Sheriff Emerson returns can you ask him to give us a call?” I handed her a business card before asking. “Was the sheriff related to woman?” Making the connection of the same last name, Emerson. I didn’t want to call her a victim thinking it would upset Heather more and why the hell did I care if this teenage girl was upset?

“Yes, sir. Stacey was Sheriff Emerson’s daughter.”

“Thank you for all your help. Is there a cafe or someplace we could grab a bite to eat?” I asked because from experience hunting in small towns it was always good to get the local opinion on places to eat.

“Yes, sir. My mom’s cafe is right on the other side of the square. Great WiFi too.” Heather brightened with pride as she talked about her mom. It made me smile at her enthusiasm.

“Sounds great.”

“Best pecan pie you’ve ever had!”

“Really?!?” I exclaimed and Sam let out a laugh knowing we would definitely be heading to her mom’s cafe for lunch. I took the file and we headed out the door.

“Let’s just walk since we’re right here.” Sam suggested and we headed around the courthouse for the opposite side of the town square.

R&H Coffee House was painted in bright red on a sign above storefront announcing what was the local cafe. There were tables set up outside on the sidewalk covered in red plaid table cloths with a napkin dispensers. The ceramic salt and pepper shakers where in the shapes of a tiny hen and rooster. Right outside the door was a quaint chalkboard sign with the day’s specials listened in colorful chalk. All of the decor was rustic and rural with a distinctly Texas flavor. As Sam pushed the glass door to enter, a door bell sounded that was the exact copy of a cow’s moo. Sam rolled his eyes while I let out guffaw at the unique way of announcing customers.

Walking up to the counter, we were greeted by another teenage girl about the same age as Heather, but this one was red headed. “Howdy! Just have a seat at any table and I’ll bring you some coffee. Right?” She said eyeing Sam and I and licking her cherry red glossed lips. Her obvious attempt at flirting was laughable and a little disgusting.

“Thanks.” Sam answered curtly and walked over to a table in the corner next to the windows where we could see the courthouse and town square. I sat down across from him while the girl working the counter came around the cash register and tottered over on platform heels.

The girl had way too much makeup on and the shortest skirt with a tiny little french maid apron. It actually made me feel old and dirty when she purposely leaned her hip against my shoulder. “What can I get for you?” Her name tag said “Steph”.

“How about some menus, Stephanie?” I asked in my stern FBI voice. She practically threw the menus on the table and stomped back to the cash register counter.

“What’s your problem?” Sam asked quizzically looking at me.

I blew a frustrated breath “I don’t know but there’s something about this town and that little girl acting little a slut really bothered me.”

“Yeah, well let’s see what the local sheriff has in his file.” Sam opened the manilla folder and started reading the case notes. I grabbed a menu scanning for lunch ideas.

In the corner of my vision I saw a small pair of cowboy boots covered in tight straight leg jeans. Forgetting the menu, I turned my attention to the jean covered thighs and tiny waist. A knotted flannel shirt rode right above the waist band and was filled nicely across the chest. A long elegant neck held a beautiful oval face with light brown eyes and light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. I watched as the full lips formed into a surprised “O” when our eyes met. An aluminum coffee carafe fell from her hands and crashed to the floor before the woman spun around and ran through the swinging saloon doors into the kitchen.

Sam’s head jerked up as I quickly stood and followed the woman. I looked left and right in between the stainless kitchen counter tops seeing the woman disappear into what had to be the back business office of the cafe. I knocked on the door before turning the knob and walking in without waiting for an invitation. She was leaning against an old metal desk with her arms wrapped protectively around her. She was shaking violently.

“Excuse me. Are you ok?” I asked softly.

She raised her face with a look of terror when she heard my voice. “What the hell are you doing in my coffee shop, Dean?” The anger was like a slap in the face which had me taking a quick step back especially since she knew my name.

“Do I know you?” Her flashing eyes and ramrod straight spine were indication that she was wound tight with strong emotions.

Blowing out a deep sigh she said, “I’m sorry. I was so shocked to see you here in Cheyenne. I didn’t ever expect to see you again.”

“Again? So we’ve have met?” She seemed to be getting a grip on herself so I took a cautious step towards her.

“You were in town for just a few hours 15 years ago, Dean.” I searched through memories and cases that far back trying to remember her. Oh Shit! A faint memory of taking a girl’s virginity in the back seat outside a bar crept in my brain. Oh damn! I guess she realized from the expression on my face that I remembered because she softly smiled. “My name is Rachel in case you don’t remember that.”

“Rachel. Of course I remember you.” I smiled sheepishly. “How have you been?” I said after a few awkward moments of staring at each other. “You look good.”

“So do you, Dean. Especially in a suit, although I did love the leather jacket.”

“Me too.” We both laughed at that. “So, you never left Cheyenne? I thought you were heading to college? If I remember right, you wanted to get out of this small town as soon as you could.” I watched emotions flow across her face: sadness, anger, and then fear. The fear didn’t make sense and made me suspicious.

“Uh….well…circumstances changed….things happened.”

“You still have a cute stutter when you are nervous.” I couldn’t help but notice that her cheeks were very red.

“Look, I need to clean up the mess I made with the coffee, so let me get you something for lunch and we can talk after closing?” She looked eager to talk so I immediately agreed to come back tonight. I held open the door for her to pass and I caught a whiff of honeysuckle and pecans. The scent immediately flooded my brain with memories of the sensations of stroking her smooth thighs and her lips beneath mine. I’ve had plenty of lovers and there was no reason this one would be remembered but there was something about Rachel’s innocence that night that haunted me. Her trust in me was such a foreign feeling and I was not sure how she did it but she was one of those good memories that were so rare for me.

Rachel walked back to the table where Sam was still sitting watching us approach with open curiosity. Picking up the coffee pot she took it back to the counter and started a fresh pot brewing after pouring the other down the sink. I sat back down across from Sam. “Ok, dude. What is going on?” He immediately asked.

“Later I’ll tell you everything after we eat.” I said as I tilted my head letting Sam know I didn’t want to talk in front of the other customers. Sam raised an eyebrow and then shrugged before picking up her menu.

Rachel came back towards our table with a small notebook. “What can I get you gentlemen?”

“How about a cheeseburger with curly fries. Someone also told me this place had the best pecan pie.” I smiled and winked.

Her smile lit up, “Who told you that?”

“The kid working the counter at the sheriff’s office.” Looking over at Sam, “Her name was Heather, right?”

“You…you met Heather?” She stuttered visibly turning pale.

“Yeah. She was a nice kid.” I said wondering what was wrong.

“Yes, she’s working during the summer for Sheriff Emerson.” Rachel gathered her emotions and turned to Sam to take his order of chef salad. She turned to the kitchen without another word.

“What the hell is going on, Dean?” Sam asked with exasperation.

“I’m not sure, Sam, but I’m going to find out.”

I didn’t see Rachel again during our lunch. Steph brought our plates and drinks. The pecan pie was really the best I ever had. The hours were posted on the glass door so I decided to get answers from Rachel at 8:00 tonight.

After lunch, Sam and I went back to the motel and changed out of the fed suits. I told Sam about meeting Rachel at the dance hall and thinking she was older than 18. I purposely left out that she had been a virgin but Sam guessed we’d made out. While Sam researched the town history and local unexplained events, I headed back to the coffee shop to get answers to questions rolling around in my head. I parallel parked Baby in front of the cafe and stood outside looking in through the front glass windows.

Rachel was sitting at the counter sipping from a tea cup. I watched her reach up and pull out the ponytail holder shaking out her long dark hair. The movement was so feminine and sexy causing a twist of desire in my groin. She looked deep in thought. The years since I knew the 18 year old girl had given her a wisdom and touch of sadness that I recognized in myself. She was more beautiful than I remembered. When I softly knocked on the door, Rachel gracefully slid off the counter stool and approached to unlock the door. I walked through and she relocked the glass door.

“Do you want some coffee?”

“I’d rather have a beer.” I gave her a grin. Rachel smiled and went into the kitchen returning with two bottles of Shiner Bock. Sitting at one of the small cafe tables, I lounged back while she nervously picked at the bottle label. “So, what made you stay in Cheyenne?” I broke the silence.

“To explain that is hard for me. I really never thought I would see you again. When you drove away that night, I didn’t even know your last name.” Rachel said. “I didn’t know anyway to contact you.” She looked down at her hands.

I took a drink from my beer mustering some courage to say, “I’m sorry about leaving like that. I was young and stupid.”

“No, Dean. There’s no reason for you to apologize. I don’t regret that night because…” Rachel stopped to take a deep swig before “…you gave me Heather that night.” Her words made no sense and I was confused trying to understand when she finished. “You met Heather. She’s your daughter.”

I sat stunned. My brain not accepting her words even with the truth shining in her eyes. “Son of a bitch!” I whispered still trying to understand the shift in my world that had happened. “I have a daughter?” I breathed in awe.

“Yes, Dean I got pregnant the night I lost my virginity to you.” Rachel said slowly.

“Shit! You mean I’ve been a father for 14 years?!” It was too much. I couldn’t process any of this. How the hell did this happen? Ok, I know HOW it happened but what am I supposed to do with it? “Does Heather know?”

“Yes, I have been totally honest with her. She knows her father’s name is Dean and that he was a one night stand when I was 18.” I couldn’t stop the wince of guilt that came over me. Rachel reached across the table and placed a hand over mine. “Dean, you have nothing to feel guilty about. Heather is my life and I love her so much. I can’t regret that night with you because you gave her to me.”

“I have a 14 year old daughter.” I repeated hoping my brain would start working again. I could see Heather’s sweet smile and her spunky attitude when I called her sweetheart. “Does she wonder about me? I mean does she ask questions?”

Rachel smiled. “Yes, she asks but I don’t have answers to most of the things she wants to know.”

“Should I….I mean, can I meet her?” I asked hesitantly.

Seriously Rachel said, “Let me ask Heather and see how she feels about meeting her father. Ok? It should be her choice.”

“Yeah, sure. Of course” I said quickly. Looking around I noticed softball team pictures on the wall next to some plaques announcing that the R&H Coffee House was a team sponsor. I couldn’t sit still anymore so I wandered over for a closer look. Rachel walked over to stand next to me looking at the pictures smiling.

“Heather is quite an athlete. She’s played softball since she could throw a ball and hold a bat. She even moved up into the travel league two years ago.” I could hear the pride in Rachel’s voice and felt a tug of pride too. “She plays third base and has a .347 batting average.”

“Awesome!” I spotted Heather kneeling in the front row in each picture. The oldest picture showed her in pigtails but I recognized her face right away. Her eyes were the same shape as mine and that self assured smirk was definitely Winchester.

“She’s an amazing young lady, Dean. Straight “A’s”, National Honor Society, and does UIL competitions in science, debate, and creative writing.”

“Wow! Sounds like you did a great job raising her.” I turned toward Rachel realizing she did this all by herself: had a kid, started her own business, and dealt with the small town bigotry of being a teenage mother.

“Thanks, I did my best. After I found out I was pregnant, I decided that going to college right then wasn’t possible. My parents were great. They supported my decision to keep the baby. When Heather started pre-school, I took college courses online. I have my MBA now and the coffee house supports us comfortably.”

Looking down my feelings of pride flowed towards Rachel too. This woman was so much more attractive than the girl she had been. I raised my hand and placed it on her shoulder feeling her strength. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help.”

Smiling up at me with a mischievous look Rachel asked, “Can you tell me your last name now?”

“Winchester. Can you tell me yours?” I said teasing back.

“Remington.” For a shocked minute we just looked at each other before starting to laugh. The sudden release of tension had us laughing so hard Rachel moved into my arms clinging to my shirt. I felt her struggling to breathe and she actually snorted which made me laugh harder. Finally we eased up enough to take deep breaths. I looked down at the woman whose eyes were filled with happy tears. I couldn’t stop from leaning down to brush my lips across her soft mouth.

All of a sudden it was like a match to gasoline, the passion flamed up between us. I flexed pulling her body tight against mine and buried my hand in her hair to cradle the back of her head. Slanting my mouth I pressed into her mouth and my brain shut down. Her mouth tasted tangy of beer we had drunk and the sweet warmth that was uniquely Rachel. Before I realized it, I had her pressed against the counter top grinding against her. Taking a step back I watched Rachel struggle to catch her breath. “Sorry. I don’t know what that was.” I said dragging my hands through my hair.

“That’s called passion with a whole bunch of lust thrown in.”

Damn. Her sense of humor was hotter than anything I ever felt. She had everything that turned me on and it scared the hell out of me. Turning around I grabbed the beer and downed the contents instead of grabbing Rachel again like my dick was telling me to do.

“Dean, what are you doing in Cheyenne?” Rachel asked obviously recovering faster than me.

I didn’t know if I could lie to her or if the truth was going to destroy any chance I had of getting to know my daughter. Son of a bitch! I hate these moments of truth.

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