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upside-garden-of-dreams · 2 months

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Funny Coincidence? [Bang Chan x Reader]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none at all ~

Geneal information: Reader is hinted to be female, but overall I kept them pretty gender neutral. Excuse any typos and mistakes, English isn't my native language

*looks at camera* Arien, this is for you ~🩷 Heavily inspired in a situation that happened irl with my friend and her reason to get that husky family Enjoy your read~ 🐺🖤

Christopher could not keep his eyes away from the pastel colored box, silliness coloring his smile and bubbling in his chest.

Their little beady eyes stared up at him in the cutest way, tiny fuzzy faces adding to their adorableness. Not to mention the minuscule clothes and accessories that only worsened the cute aggression felt in that moment.

Sylvanian Families - Husky Family

He couldn't control the giggles caught in his throat, letting them out into the air while kicking his legs from the emotion.

A mom dressed in a tiny pastel pink dress

A dad doning the smallest set of blue shirt and pants

And three adorable baby huskies swaddles in different pastel colored blankies

Your boyfriend remembers the stars in your eyes and the gasp that left you when you locked your gaze on that particular set of miniature animals weeks back.

How could he? That child-like joy looked beautiful on you!

Chris remembers how you clinged to his arm and dragged him into the toy store, begging and listing off the reasons why you "absolutely needed" that set.

You yolted with excitement when the shopkeep announced it was their last box of that particular set, growing anxious at the prospect of getting your hands over the husky family.

"If I may ask and know, what is so special of this set that you "must" have it?"

Words failed you and slipped off your tongue without any sense as a stuttered excuse was conjured by your brain, "Childhood pet! Yep, and it's a limited edition, too!" You held the small box close to your chest while making your way to the register, "C-C'mon, there's no way I'll let this opportinuty go... It's the last set!"

A heavy blush covered your cheeks, even tinting the tips of your ears, after his curiosity reached you.

You might think those small, fuzzy animals are the cutest ever, but your flushed face right then and there was his opinion on cutest ever.

So, that day you went home with new figurines to display on your desk and with the sweetest, biggest smile on your lips.

Later on, BangChan did his research and found out the husky family wasn't really a limited set, or at least that's what Calico Critter forums said. Needless to say, that curiosity from earlier resurfaced.

What was the real reason you were desperate to get them?

It wasn't until today that it dawned on him.

You had made plans to spend some time together at your apartment, watch some movies, play some games, and enjoy your favorite snacks.

Once his eyes landed on your desk, he matched two and two together.

You had run out the room to refill your drink. This left him all alone in your personal paradise, filled with trinkets and decorations that showed your unique and colorful self.

From soft PomPomPurin plushies to anime figurines and posters on your walls, with photo frames of you with your friends, family and boyfriend scattered here and there.

Your very own WolfChan plush stood right beside the husky family, with a polaroid of your 2nd anniversary date and one of his photocards situated in between your collectibles.

The spark went off in his brain

Huskies do look a lot like wolves, after all

"Is that supposed to be...us?" Chris mused to himself, a smile growing on his lips.

Love exploded in his chest, emotions running a mile a minute, leaving his brain completely melted at just how utterly adorable you were.

His heart skipped a beat, "So, does that mean... [Name] wants a family? With me?!"

That's how we end up with Chan kicking his legs in excitement as giggles erupt from his lips, face burried in one of your plushies to muffle the sound and hide his goofy fanboy smile.

At the sound of your footsteps approaching, he quickly stood up, rearranged Purin properly on your bed, and took deep breaths to calm down, appear as if nothing had happened.

As soon as you stepped in, his arms were around you, bringing you close to him, "Hey~"

Careful, not wanting to spill your drink, you hugged him back, "Hey there~ Missed me much?"

Chris shrugged, "Eh, kinda," As much as he wanted to appear nonchalant, the roll of his chuckle betrayed him.

While you knew him to be a cheery, funny guy, something about his demeanor felt off.

"What's up? Saw a funny tiktok or something?" You inquired.

He shook his head, "No, no, I just-... Just wondering~"

You took this as your queue to separate slightly and look up at him, taking the opportunity to set your glass down on a stable surface.

"Oh? Can I know about what, luv?" You asked.

More giggles came to the surface as he looked at you, carressing the small of your back with his thumb from where his arms remained loosely on your waist.

Confused, but with his excitement being contagious, a smile formed on your lips as you waited for his answer.

Pink dusted his cheeks, love and eagerness shining in his eyes, "Should we get started making the husky babies?"

You tilted your head slightly, not fully understanding his suggestive tone.

"Wha-OH!" You exclaimed once you followed his gaze to your desk, or rather, to the box containing your Calico Critters.

"Oh my god, Christopher!" That adorable blush from the day you acquired the set returned to your face, hands going up to cover your cheeks.

Laughter filled the air as the leader of Stray Kids brought you back to his chest, showing his teasing ment no harm or pressure, it was simply a silly joke. A joke to demonstrate he understood now the reason why you wanted that specific family of dogs.

All you could do was groan as more laughter spilled from him.

"It's okay, babe! If anything, I think that's quite cute, and I agree with your vision," He reassured, hand going up to pat your head.

At the mention of cute, you peeked up at him slightly, indirectly inquiring an explanation.

Christ pointed at the box, "It's us! It totally is us!" His glee was akin to that of a small child, "Well, us in a future, 'cus we agreed that kids aren't in the picture just yet."

You snorted silently, hitting his chest without force in your hand, "You dork."

He feighend offence, "Me?! You're the one who thought of us with that set! You're the bigger dork here!"

You resorted to further burrying your face into his chest with a small giggle, embarrassment dissipating.

Well, the "secret" was out, but at last he reacted the best way possible!

Even if you couldn't see, Chan smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head. "Really, it's very adorable. You don't know what you did to my heart."

You remained like that for a while longer, enjoying the close proximity and warmth of his embrace.

Slowly, you turned towards your decorated desk and reached for the Sylvanians. You held it our for both of you to look at closely.

"It's us."

"It really is us."

You looked at Chan and he looked at you, both sharing a sweet smile as he brought your foreheads together.

"You're so silly," he said.

"And you love silly old me~," you said with triumph.

"Yeah, I do," overwhelming love was evident in his voice.

It was only natural for your lips to find each other after, longing to demostrate the mutual adoration that gives life to your relationship.

[ END ]

Hehehehe 😈🤭💖 I personally really enjoyed writing this piece, since I wrote it with a target in mind, one of my dearest friends in life! Hope it was to your liking~! Fee freeto like, reblog, and comment~

#writing in dreams #idol imagines #stray kids #christopher bang #bang chan #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #christopher bang x reader #kpop imagines

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reccyls · 8 months

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Sengoku Cat Cafe (3rd party characters edition)

This is a translation of the bonus cat POV (!!!) stories that are from the castle gacha I got the above image from. There are 3 stories:

3rd party (starring Funiko ≽^•⩊•^≼, a cute little black kitten)

Kasugayama (starring Joururi /ᐠﹷ ‸ ﹷ ᐟ\ﾉ, a classy calico lady)

Azuchi (starring Kabutomaru /ᐠ ˃ ⤙ ˂ マ Ⳋ, a tough and proud tuxedo boy)

3rd party faction story

(This is a tea shop near Sakai port. Funiko's new home.) (The grandpa who owns this shop just adopted me.) (I'm this shop's maneki-neko, I guess? Anyway, it's time to work today!)

Kicho: I knew it. So this was the store Mai was talking about.

(Ah, it's Mr. Merchant!) (Funiko remembers him from last time, when he came with one of his subordinates.)

Funiko: Meow.

Kicho: ...You look like you're doing well.

(Now that I look closer, he looks like a kind person...)

Motonari: ! What are you doing here... Don't tell me you were taking her seriously...

Kicho: ...Isn't that what you're doing here yourself?

(Hmmm? 'Her'? Who do they mean? What are they talking about?)

Kennyo: This is the place she was talking about... Ah.

Motonari: You too, huh.

Kicho: We're bothering the other guests. Let's head inside first.

Kennyo: It does seem quite crowded, true.

Motonari: There's only one empty table back there.

Kicho: We've got no choice, then. We'll sit together.

Motonari: A "cat cafe", huh. The hell's so good about a place like this anyway...

(Eep, this person is a little scary, maybe...)

Kicho: Motonari, you're scaring the kitten. Don't be too forceful. You have to pet her gently.

Motonari: Hah? Don't tell me what to do.

Kennyo: Come here... There, there, that's a good girl.

Funiko: Mew...

(Ah, there, that spot on my neck, ahhh... He knows all of the best scratching spots...)

Owner: It's just about time for her to eat, so would you like to try feeding her?

(Yay, it's fish time! Funiko loves fish time!)

Motonari: She sure got a dopey look on her face all of a sudden. Reminds me of a certain someone...

(Ahh... He can smile like that too, huh. I wonder who he's talking about?)

Kicho: Pay no mind to Motonari. Come, eat.

Motonari: Heh, smart kid. 'Course she's running to the person holding the spoon.

Funiko: Mya, myaaa!

Kicho: Take it easy. If you eat that fast, you're going to choke.

(Fiiiine...)

Kicho: Good girl.

(Phew... now that I'm full, I'm getting sleepy...) (...That looks soft...)

Funiko: Meow, meow...

Motonari: What's she doing, stepping all over my cape?

Kicho: It's called kneading. I've heard that cats engage in such behavior when they feel at ease.

Motonari: ...Wasn't she scared of me a minute ago?

(Ahh, this kimono feels really nice.)

Kennyo: Cats are cautious creatures by nature... but this little one is still a baby. Kennyo: Perhaps she has perceived your true nature, and feels that she can trust you?

Motonari: ...The hell are you implying?

Kennyo: You like small animals, don't you?

Motonari: ...Who knows. Not like I love them.

(Small animals? So, like cats?) (Hmmmm.... sleepy........)

Kicho: ...She's asleep.

Motonari: Oi, don't sleep on that.

Kennyo: Motonari, leave her be.

Kicho: She'll wake up on her own eventually.

(I'm not scared anymore, good night...)

And so, curled up in a soft cape, Funiko had a very good nap.

#ikemen sengoku #kicho (ikesen)#kennyo (ikesen)#motonari (ikesen)#my translation

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doorrobloxstuff · 1 year

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Pet headcanons? I wanna see that! I wanna see the widdle babies!!!

ENTITY PET HEADCANONS!!!

THAT WAS FAST-

Anyways, I’ve come up with a few scenarios in which hotel pansexuale ™ can have pets, mind you this is au material and may be subject to change and the mercy of updates.

They learn the concept of pet ownership from a book or somethin-???

Au stuff since in the good!ending au I mentioned once they owned chicken and deer- so maybe a few barn kitties Rush scooped up or a kitty Sally + Dupe owns (the fluffy fam are big fans of kibby. So says me.) or even a really soft, fluffy big dog. Soft things..are a gift for them.. the point is that they all share pet

Plus In my main au they raise Racoons that started after a breeding pair moved into the hotel via a hole in the wall, maybe Rush kept a few favorites…

I don’t really see Seek’s family owning that many pets..or atleast they’d try until Screech brings a rat or something home.? I could Seek owning a cat too..Figure? Chickens and ducks and other domestic fowl Definitely. It’d cluck to them to take care of them. Figure is definitely a fowl person.

Hide definitely gets an emotional support/Therapy dog though for comfort.

Maybe Seek owns one of those hairless cats. Like a pretty calico one.

Imagine it softly clucking or mimicking its flock’s noises in order to call them in for dinner.

Greed definitely owned a hamster, it took care of it even though it’s blind…but honestly? That wasn’t its most important possession out of all its hoard.

Depth. Depth was.

Depth probably would’ve wanted an underwater pet like an octopus or a jellyfish. Some critter that occurs naturally in the pool.

Jack? Hm..snakey snake. Reptiles. Mostly Snakes though.

Bushy in some flavor of au got a ferret. Deadass. No explanation.

Halt? Betta. :) Got that sexy sexy big tank for one little pampered Betta with healthy plants and floating algae balls to match.

“Nice Aquascaping!” Ambush says casually. “‘Watcha got in the tank?” “Betta.” Says Halt. “O-only a Betta..?” “Betta.”

Jeff…? Anything soft and snuggly..maybe a rabbit…? Okay, maybe Jeff needs a dog. Give this man a black lab or a golden retriever or..fuck it, even a sweet shelter dog and watch his heart grow. He needs it. He needs it so bad.

Dread owned doves while human which he cared for deeply. He loved the soft coos of mourning doves outside his home.

Gobby? Bug. Fucking pill beetles man. They rock. Let gobby have a little terrarium filled with pill bugs as a treat. Have him give them water via an Eyedropper.

A60 owns one of those little white dogs with brown tear shitstains on their eyes that are always on the very on crying and adores it.

A90 would probably like a turtle. Watching it swim would make it happy and bring its own swimmy instincts into high gear.

Yes, Printer skunk CAN swim btw. Not a literal water monster like Ambush/Sally but ahh..

A-120 would also like a kitten or maybe a lovebird thank you very much. Much to say, it’d probably like any pet.

Curious would probably like a hissing cockroach or maybe a Xoloitzcuintle dog, maybe a canary…Maybe a Pomeranian?? Mmmmmgmgmgmgngh in-decisive it would have a weird mix of pets.

Guiding light would probably like a pond of koi fish or perhaps an owl/falcon..? Something dignified.

Sorry if your sick about hearing about Rafflesia but they used to own a chinchilla when they were human. His name was Petunia. :)

Rue owned goats at some point..but he secretly loved the little quail chicks at the farm when he was young to the point he has occasional dreams about them..Soft..

Scatters this like pellets to my hungry little doors chickens pspssp feed now

#author.txt #roblox doors #doors roblox #main au #Good ending au

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moonandstarlightsposts · 2 years

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Коханий Місяць

Happy birthday, Moon! Today, you're a special girl on her special day! Well, you're always a special girl but today, you're EXTRA SPECIAL!😍

So this my birthday present and uh, writing this makes me realise that I ain't as slick as I thought I am😅 but I hope you'll enjoy it either way.

(Also, pardon the title. I had to use Google Translate T.T)

His family and friends never realised it but Hudson is as observant as he is anxious underneath his DJ persona.

When you’re on the microphone, you’ll have the audience's attention. But the battle that comes with it? Holding it. Because when you’re under the spotlight, it’s your job to entertain the mass - gauge their reactions, understand what they want and don a personality that eases them. Perhaps that’s why despite his introverted nature, his classmates and parents never stop praising him for his showman persona.

“Damn, Hudson! I didn’t know you were such a funny guy! I busted a gut laughing at your jokes when you hosted that Energetic club.”

“Serves you right for underestimating Hudson, Jackson. Why do you think he’s the poster boy for D.A.M.N?”

“Give me a break! Hudson’s so quiet sometimes; I didn’t know he was the DJ that y’all were talking about.”

“Even a guy like him needs downtime. Isn’t that right, Hudson? Yeah, see? Anyway, are any of you losers going to that Vampire Prince’s party?”

“Isn’t that exclusive for his and his partner’s friends?”

“I mean yeah, but Hudson shared the same classes with his partner when they were an Electro Energetic. He can totally invite us along too.”

“Could you, Hudson?”

And that’s the downside when you’re under the spotlight. The ‘fame’ that comes with the package. The pressure and anxiety that Hudson has to deal with as he navigates through uncomfortable social circumstances never fail to leave him exhausted and weary at the end of the day. While Hudson appreciates his friends and classmates, he wishes that they wouldn’t try to use him to get into special events like the party. For goodness sake, he only said hi to that Electro Energetic once!

(Hudson remembered they were a Latent Humanborn. Unsure and a little bit intimidated the first time they step inside their class. Something in Hudson compelled him to greet them in hopes they would feel a bit better.)

His ‘popularity’ and career aside, Hudson mostly keeps his head down; hoping to graduate with full honours and with little drama as possible. Make his family proud. Maybe even… experience one of those cliché romance tropes too.

Hey, a guy can dream, can’t he?

So it’s with that mindset Hudson decided to just… wander around Dahlia for a while after his classes ended for the day. A few of his friends invited him to watch the cheerleaders at the Earth Elemental practice but he just shook his head.

“I’ll pass. Send my regards to Hux and Xavier though.”

His friends let him go easy enough and Hudson went on his mini adventure. The streets of Dahlia paint a familiar scene as soon as he steps out of the bus. Empowered and Unempowered folks mingle about, busy with their day. Standing amongst the crowd, the aimless Hudson allows the rushing passerby to direct his journey. Hoping to come across something new within the city. The sights and excited chatters of strangers carry him to a lot that Hudson has never seen before. There’s something new and exciting in Dahlia and Hudson could kick himself for his ignorance.

A cat café. Hudson was a lost man before, but now? Now he has found his sanctuary!

The building nestles between a pet store and a veterinary clinic. Very appropriate that Hudson couldn’t stop the glee building in his chest. He could already spot a sassy-looking Calico basking near the large window. He watches the cat yawn and Hudson immediately zooms inside with speed that would give a Vampire a run for their money.

“Hello, cutie! Where have you been all my life!? Oh god, you’re so fluffy and soft!” Hudson coos as he scratches the Calico’s neck. The man honest to god squeals when the cat purrs as loud as a motorboat, leaning into his warm palm. It’s only when it tucks itself for a nap did Hudson reluctantly backs away to survey the café.

The warm, earthly interior tone reminds Hudson of his parents’ summer cabin. Sturdy wooden walls with pieces of friendly artwork on them. There’s a study area on the left; jars of candies line up beside a row of electrical outlets so customers can charge their laptops. A plush-looking sofa, two couches and a spinning armchair are provided in the lounge to unwind. Entrances to the bathrooms for both humans and felines can be seen peeking at the far end of the building. The speakers above him softly croon gentle R&B beats. All in all, it’s a pretty cosy place; perfect for studying or playing with kitties. Both for the ultimate experience!

An assistant notices Hudson hovering over the rules and regulations of the café. He slides in to help the Energetic settle in with some food and coffee. As soon as Hudson rests on the armchair, however, a pale orange marmalade cat scampers over and immediately loafs over his lap. Hudson had to apologise to the other customer over the kettle-like shriek that escaped his mouth. And when a poofy black cat perches over his chair, Hudson could’ve swooned.

“This is it. I can die happy now.” Hudson sobs and buried his face into the purring bread on his lap. All is right in his world.

“Castiel! Stop claiming every new man that comes in. I raise you better than this” A voice startles Hudson from his reverie and he immediately pulls his face up.

Hudson’s breaths were stolen from him as the most gorgeous young woman he has ever laid his eye upon hurries over to the lounge. Her expression is apologetic and Hudson has to internally stomps down the urge to comfort her. The other cats who were sprawling on the couches and warm floor barely pay them any attention.

“Sorry about him,” The woman continues, oblivious to Hudson’s primal brain switching to SIMP MODE. “He’s super friendly but has a bit of an attitude. A dangerous combination. He’s been going around greeting new customers by sitting on their lap.”

The cat in question chirps in confirmation and snuggles deeper into Hudson. The picture of indolent. It takes an embarrassing while for Hudson to reboot and reply, “No, no; it’s cool! Um, h-he’s quite a distinguish boy. Castiel, right?”

The woman is Unempowered - Hudson can’t see her Aura - yet her chuckles are magical. Like music to his ears. “That he is! Bad news though? He knows it so he expects people to spoil him.”

“O-Oh. Does the café allow customers to bring their pets?” Hudson asks, anything to keep the conversation going.

“Oh yeah. As long as your cat is well-behaved and collared. Cats need to socialise too, you know. And since mine doesn’t seem to be getting up anytime soon, is it alright if I hang out around here?”

“Of course! I’d love, uh, I mean - it wouldn’t bother me.”

Hudson’s heart skips a beat when the woman smiles widely and thanked him. She makes herself comfortable on the couch, between a Sphynx and a Persian, and runs her fingers through the latter. The two exchange names before diving into polite conversations. Hudson shares his life as a university student, entertaining her with stories about mundane shenanigans with his friends while keeping Covert in mind. In return, she talks about how she and her family often travels around until they settled in Dahlia a year ago. The cat café quickly became one of her favourite spots in the city.

It’s nice. Being able to talk to someone without any expectations weighing on him. Hudson can’t point his fingers at why he feels so at ease with this woman. Time slips by the longer they chatted. But not wanting the unknown chemistry to sizzle out, Hudson shyly asks if she would like to have lunch with him after Castiel hops off to chase after a few cats playing in the corner.

“The shop is actually across the street,” Hudson explains, not wanting her to think that he has any ill intentions or anything. He continues to fluster when he realises that she’s smiling fondly at him. “It’s a simple sandwich shop. U-Um, are you alright with it?”

“Fine with me, handsome - ” Hudson squeaks like an excited hamster. “ - you can recommend what’s good.”

There’s no way this woman doesn’t have any magic. It just doesn’t make sense how easily she sweeps him away! His eyes take in her every detail - intensely and obsessively; never missing one thing that she did. From how cute she scrunches up when the sandwich’s sauce smeared the tip of her nose to her deadpan stare when screaming children are left unattended by their parents, Hudson is able to read her like an open book. Is this what’s like falling in love? Is Hudson falling too fast? His head spins because he never felt anything like this before!

God, it feels like his heart is in this woman’s hands and it both excites and scared him. And this is only their first meeting!

And when evening is fast approaching, Hudson could faint right there and then when she passes her number on his napkin and winks.

“I had fun today, Hudson. Don’t be a stranger now, OK?” She sweetly bids him goodbye. Inside the pet carrier, Castiel meows Hudson in acknowledgement and off the pair went. Hudson returns home in a daze, and his parents' curious eyes follow him all the way to his bedroom.

As he lies on his bed, it’s strange, but he can’t stop thinking about the woman from the cat café. His new friend/crush. An absolute cutie who rolled the dice and gained maxed points on charms. His face flushes just thinking about her now! Hudson rolled to his side and pressed close to the pillow; both scared and excited about these emotions bubbling inside him.

The full moon outside of his window watches Hudson struggles to sleep that night, that woman’s beautiful smile eventually follows him into his dreams.

Time passes on quickly after that.

Despite how Hudson craves her daily, both were just too busy with their lives that they could only hang out once a month. So he treasures every second that he’s with her; be it on the phone, sharing ridiculous memes until late in the evening or those rare instances that their plans align and the two could meet in the city.

And when they meet up, Hudson learns something new about her. And he falls hopelessly harder for her every single time.

Her dual-coloured hair - platinum blonde and fairly golden - mesmerised him when she jogged from the bus stop. His fingers itched to run them through her bouncing curls as they had lunch.

“Hudson? You alright?”

“W-What? Oh shit, I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to stare. You just, um, have really nice hair.”

“Aww, you’re very sweet, Hudson. Actually, can you look left for a sec?”

“Yeah sure, but what are you - sjcnaskjbf.”

“Hmm, you’re also very cute Hudson. You know that?”

Poor Hudson could only squeak helplessly as she teases him after that innocent kiss. It was a good day for everyone involved.

When they meet up the month after, she invites him to her farmhouse and Hudson was delighted to be introduced to her animals. The barn cats eagerly weave through his legs the moment the front door swings open. Castiel is among them, chirping in greeting before dashing towards the potato garden to make a mess out of it. Sometimes Hudson envies the life of a cat. But when his crush brings him to her bedroom so she could teach him how to play Valorant together, all he could think about is how he wants this. A friend that he vibes with so well and a lover that he could imagine spending the rest of his life with.

And it’s when the moon is about to make her appearance in the evening, Hudson finds out how greedy of a man he is when it comes to this woman. How he wants more of her time - her wicked grins when the two of them won a match, her patience when his anxiety suddenly becomes too much and her hugs that ground him from the world.

So really, it didn’t take long for Hudson to prepare an unforgettable day for the two of them when a new month comes along. A quick breakfast at the cat café, a tour around Dahlia on foot and when evening falls and they enjoyed a fun dinner, Hudson confesses with his heart pounding against his ribcage.

“I-I like you! I like you very much!” The words came out like a flood but they came straight from his heart. A little cheesy but for the first time in his life, Hudson wants to be honest with someone and in return, with himself. Wants to package everything he’s feeling right now into a box and hands it to this beautiful woman. “I’m so grateful that Castiel jumped on my lap because I got to meet you and I… I fell in love with the moment you smiled at me. You, um, have a pretty smile! I love your smile and I love you.”

Hudson never knew anxiety like this before; romantic confessions are a lot harder than what the movies show. The wait is maddening but a soft kiss on his lips chases away the jumbled thoughts and Hudson melts when giddiness envelops him. And when his friend - girlfriend too! - slowly pulls away, her eyes glazed with love and happiness.

“No fair, Hudson. You beat me to it. Naughty boy…” She says lowly, smirking when it earned a whimper from Hudson.

The second time they kiss - after her own confession - she’s the one who initiated it and Hudson gives himself completely to her. The woman who lights up his world once every full moon.

“Thank you for coming into my life, Moonlight.”

#submission

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mayortoffee · 1 year

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Hello! 🫧 welcome to the beautiful beautiful world that is Toffee the Cats world. My cat Toffee is my beloved girl, and i think she deserves to be shared with the world. My cat is the most mellow, soft, placid, mild, easygoing cat i have ever had and maybe ever even seen in my whole life. i have come up with lore for her over the years.

INTRODUCING: MISS TOFFEE THE MAYOR. OF LESBIANISM (she/her)

The Mayor? why yes! she keeps all of her toys in linr and does mayoral duties such as: defeating the evil takeout straw monster, saving our lives (and sea turtles 🫧🐢🪸)

Toffee is My Calico cat and i love her very much. but toffee is also VERY silly. she will often shove her big butthole in my face when im petting her and she will also litterally let you do ANYTHING to her. you could play her whole body like an accordian and she wouldnt care and she would still be puring. one time, she was on my shoulder and i placed her on my head as a joke, and she just stayed there for a solid 5 minutes not even moving, like she was a hat. she was purring the entire time just looking around and at the kitchen while just chilling on my head.

So, this obviously has convinced me that her brain is made out of green slime. i i think mentally her brain is as if a green splatoon inkling was swimming around nickelodeon slime.

Toffee as a young kitten was the runt of her litter. she had siblings of course! there were four of them. two white kittens, who were destined to become their evil estranged stepsisters, and another kitten who stood out from the rest.

ENTER MADAME MITTENS (she/her)

An adorable and EXTREMELY fluffy, grey/brown/white kitten, something was between toffee and mittens. a strong, sisterly bond was formed right then and there. they would spend the rest of their lives together as besties

Mittens is toffees sister! She is a very pretry picturesque cat. imagine a completely perfect looking cat youd find on a hallmark card.. thats my mittens. but shes not all beauty and grace. she has to be given baths/frequent grooms because she ROLLS AROUND in her own LITTERBOX for some reason. shes weird, and shes not as close to me as she is with my mom, but i love her and shes a damn good cat. shes sweet in her own special way

This is getting too long, but clearly, i like to write goofy bullshit about my animals! theres more lore for them but you just have to follow for that. it wouldnt be interesting if you just learned it all at once. basically if you just wanna see some random cat pics every now and again follow meh lol. follow my main blog if you want (@moonkitty )

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grey-rambles · 2 years

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Wilbur + Cats Flash Fics (aka Give That Man a Cat)

Wilbur Soot x gn!Reader

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I’m back!!! Been going through a chronic pain flare-up, so love that for me, but that video of Wilbur with James Marriott’s cat, Otto, has had me feeling some type of way, so I wrote a few short little things about it.

Words: 2.6k total, split across three short stories

Warnings: Brief and non graphic descriptions of animal abuse/neglect, minor non graphic violence, a couple of swears

Notes: I call these “Flash Fics”. I’m not sure where that comes from or what the generally accepted definition is, but for me, it means I set a timer for 45 minutes and what I write in that time is pretty much what gets published, with a little editing and polish.

Adopting a cat together

Established relationship, fluff

You and Wilbur walk through the doors to the shelter, hand in hand. The man is practically vibrating with excitement as he practically drags you through the lobby and over to the grey-haired volunteer behind the desk.

The two of you had finally decided it was time to adopt a cat together, after around a year and a half of dating. You had moved in together a few months before, and you had expressed to him that it was pretty lonely for you when he was away for work. You knew that Wil had always wanted a cat, but couldn’t have one because of how often he travelled when he lived alone. However, with you there, the cat would be looked after while he was on work trips and touring with Lovejoy, so you both had decided that now was the time to bring a furry little bundle of joy into your lives.

“We’re here to look at cats!” he exclaims gleefully upon reaching the reception desk. The volunteer looks to Wil in his enthused frenzy, makes eye contact with you, clocks your besotted expression, and their face visibly softens.

“Right this way,” they say, leading the two of you to a clear glass door. Wil rushes ahead into the room, labelled “Socialization Room” on the exterior. You hang back for a moment, just watching him interact with the cats. A couple have already approached his feet, and Wilbur practically throws himself onto the floor to greet them.

The volunteer speaking snaps you out of your love-struck stupor. “He’s a keeper,” they say with a soft smile. “He’s a keeper,” they say, before walking back to their post with a “Let me know if you need anything!” thrown over their shoulder.

You turn back to Wilbur, who now has a very contented calico curled up on his lap. You smile softly.

“Having fun there, Wil?”

He grins up at you. “Look at all the babies! Aren’t they sweet?”

Letting out a small giggle, you begin walking around the perimeter of the room, observing the cats in their little hideaways. A few moments later, Wilbur joins you.

The two of you tour around the room for a few minutes, looking at and saying hello to most of the cats. Near the end of your rotation, Wilbur lets out a small gasp and beelines to a small perch tucked away in the corner. Smiling again, and shaking your head, you follow along to see what’s caught his attention.

From a little cave at the top of the perch, a small, grey and white face peeks out. Wil holds out a hand and the cat cautiously gives him a sniff, before beginning to rub all over any part of Wilbur’s arm it can reach, purring up a storm.

You come up beside him, reaching out to join in petting the cat. It reacts just as well to your affection, its purrs so loud it almost sounds like a little engine.

“This is the one?” you ask Wilbur. He nods at you, eyes still fixed on his new little friend. You find yourself grinning once more as you go fetch the volunteer. When the two of you reenter the room, Wilbur has managed to situate the cat around his shoulders like a scarf. It was now rubbing its head against the side of Wil’s face, occasionally licking his curls.

The volunteer smiles as they give the two of you a brief rundown of this cat’s history. He was a three-year-old male, neutered, typically quite shy. Had been rescued from the street about two months ago. “We think he was abandoned by people because he had a microchip, but it didn't have an address or any other information registered to it,” the volunteer explained. You and Wil exchanged sad looks.

“Well, we’ll take him!” Wil declared, striding back towards the front desk to fill out the adoption paperwork. The cat was still lounging around his shoulders quite calmly observing the world around him. He stayed on his perch throughout the entirety of the adoption process, until you finally had to put him in the carrier when you walked back out of the shelter.

Looking down at your new cat, then up at Wilbur’s overjoyed face, you can’t help but be filled with excitement for this new chapter of your life.

Wilbur learning you own a cat while visiting you

Newly established relationship, fluff

You laugh as you lead Wilbur by the hand up the front steps to your apartment building.

The two of you had been out on a date around the city when the heavens had suddenly opened up on you, forcing the two of you to seek out shelter. You place had been closest, so that's where you had wound up, running full-tilt through the downpour until you reached shelter.

Up until this point in your 3 month relationship with Wil, he had never been to your apartment. You’d spent a couple of nights over at his flat, but it had never been the other way around up until now.

Opening the door to your unit, your foot shoots out on reflex as you swing the door open, pushing the small figure back inside.

“Hurry in,” you tell Wilbur, “or else Trixie might get out.”

“Who’s Trixie?” he manages to get out as you drag him through the door, but an indignant meow from near his feet answers the question before you can.

Your small, tortoiseshell cat stares up at the stranger in her house, flinching at each drop of water falling from Wilbur’s clothes onto her back. Wilbur, in turn, looks down at her with something akin to shock, which quickly morphs into joy as he registers what he’s looking at.

“You didn’t tell me you had a cat!!” He looks at you in mock outrage, bending down to say hello to her. She sniffs at his hand cautiously before beginning to rub her face against his fingers.

“Did I not? Must never have come up. Anyways, Wilbur, this is Trixie, my cat. She’s seven years old, and a total sweetheart. I adopted her when she was three.”

Trixie, having clocked on to the fact that Wil was wet, has now turned her back on him with a disdainful huff. He pouts up at you from his place on the floor. “She doesn’t like me,” he says mournfully. You can’t help but giggle a bit.

“Nah, she’s just a princess who doesn’t like the water. Let’s get you all dried off and you’ll be best friends.” You lead Wil to your modest bathroom while you speak, getting him a towel, and tossing his clothes into the dryer. While his clothes dry, you putter around, feeding Trixie at her insistent meowing, and tidying up a bit for your unexpected visitor.

Once you hear the shower turn off, you grab Wilbur’s clothes out of the dryer and head back to the bathroom, only getting distracted for a moment when you see him with just his towel wrapped around his waist. Trading places with him, you slide into the warm water gratefully, finally washing the chill from your bones. After a few minutes of enjoying the warm water, you quickly wash up and get dressed before heading back out into the main area of the apartment.

There’s a steaming sup of hot chocolate waiting for you on the counter in the kitchen, but no sight of your boyfriend or your cat. Picking up the mug, you head into the living room. The sight you see when you get into the doorway warms your heart better than the cocoa ever could.

Wilbur is sat cross legged on the floor, giggling slightly at Trixie’s antics. He was holding his hand about a foot above the ground, and she was standing on her hind legs in order to rub up against it, purring up a storm. As you watch, she proceeds to abandon this endeavour to climb up his chest and rub her face on his. He begins stroking a hand down her spine, still giggling, when he notices you in the door.

“We’ve made friends,” he states.

“I see that,” you say, walking over to join in the petting. Placing a kiss on Wil’s forehead, then Trixie’s in succession, you settle down on the ground next to him. Wilbur places an arm around your shoulders on reflex, and you settle in to cuddle, hand stroking over Trixie’s soft little head. “Hi baby,” you sigh out, a smile curving up your lips. “Hi Wilbur,” you add. He scoffs. “Rude. I see how it is.”

You let out a small laugh, kissing his cheek in apology, before settling back into his embrace.

Outside, you can hear the rain pounding against the windows, but in here, it’s perfectly warm, especially pressed up against your heater of a boyfriend. Trixie has settled down now, sprawled across both of your laps, eyes closed blissfully as the both of you continue to pet her.

You smile and take another sip of your hot chocolate. Truly, this is a perfect way to end your night.

Reader as a cat shapeshifter

Hurt/comfort, meet-cute

You pant as you run through the streets in cat form, looking over your shoulder to see the group of boys still pursuing you. Speeding up, you look around frantically for someplace safe to hide.

You had been minding your business, just taking a late night walk in your cat form, when the group of what looked to be college-aged boys came stumbling out of a nearby bar. One of them had tripped over your tail (which probably hurt you more than him, to be honest) in his stumbling, and had decided to make that your problem, so now you were being pursued through the streets by the group of them. They had managed to get a couple of kicks in before you had begun running, so your ribs ached with every breath.

Spotting a fire escape up a head, you cut to the side, sized up the gap quickly, and leaped. Front paws hit the fire escape, but your back feet dangled for a moment as you scrabbled for purchase against the metal. Hauling yourself up finally, you hunkered down as flat as you could against the landing, hardly daring to breath as you listened for sounds of pursuit.

Peering cautiously over the edge after a couple moments of silence, you were just time to catch the backs of your pursuers heading around the corner to the next street down. Moving about halfway up the steps of the fire escape, you let out a sigh and transform back into your human form.

A clatter sounds from beside you, and you look up, startled. There’s a window right next to where you were sitting, and framed within it was a young man, probably somewhere around your age, with curly hair and round framed glasses. He was holding a kettle in one hand, the other empty, but still poised as though holding a mug-- probably what you had just heard crash down, then. Wide eyed, the two of you stared at one another for a moment, before the man abruptly moved away from the window. A moment later, the door to the fire escape opens below you.

The man’s head peeks out. “I’m Wilbur,” he says, “would you like to come in?”

Unsure of what else to do, you nod, hissing out a pained noise when standing jostles your ribs. Wilbur’s eyes widen as his hands hover over your arms, as though he wanted to help, but was unsure if he was allowed to touch you.

“Are you hurt?” he asks. You shrug, muttering, “”S just my ribs, don’t worry about it.”

“What happened?” he asks, moving aside to let you into the building.

You sigh. “Some asshole college kids were chasing me. Got a lucky shot in. Doesn’t feel broken, I’ll be alright.”

“Still,” he says, “that doesn’t make it okay. Let me get you some ice.”

He leads you through the hallway back up the stairs to the kitchen. You hoist yourself up to sit on the counter, while Wilbur putters around, fetching you an ice pack and a glass of water. “You’re welcome to stay here for tonight, I don’t think it’s the best idea for you to try to get home right now. Let me know if you want any painkillers, or anything else. I can drive you home in the morning.”

Holding the ice pack gently to your side and taking a sip of the water, you survey him again, more closely this time. He looks cozy, wearing soft pants and a knit sweater, curly hair a bit of a mess, glasses slightly askew on his face. He doesn’t seem anxious or awkward with a perfect stranger in his space though, despite the fact that he had literally watched you turn from a cat into a human in front of him. It didn’t make any sense.

“Why are you not freaked out by this?” you blurt out. Wilbur turns to you, surprised. “Freaked out by what?” he inquires, quirking up an eyebrow.

You stare at him. “You just watched me transform from a cat into a human,” you deadpan.

He blinks, then laughs softly to himself. “Yeah, I guess that would be considered a pretty odd thing to see, huh?” He leans his back against the counter. “My little brother is a raccoon shifter,” he explains, “so it didn't register as anything unusual to me.”

You nod your head, satisfied. Removing the ice from your side, you move to stand. “Are you cool with me switching back?” you ask him, “My ribs seemed to hurt less in cat form.”

Wilbur nods, “Yeah, so long as you’re comfortable, it doesn’t really matter to me.” He hesitates for a moment before continuing, a little less confidently this time. “Would it, uh, would it be okay for me to pet you? You can say no, it’s just that Tommy always loved being petted while he was shifted, and I just really love cats, so... yeah. Only if you’re comfortable though. There’s no pressure.”

You suppress a blush. “Yeah, that would be okay with me. I’ll just... do that now.”

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. You haven’t done this very often with someone watching, and the nerves almost overtake you. Refocusing your mind, you allow the change to take you over, and between one breath and the next, you’re a cat.

Blinking open your eyes, you hop down off the counter and make your way over to Wilbur, winding your way through his legs. He laughs. “Can I pick you up?” he asks. You dip your head in assent, and then you’re up in his arms. Setting your front paws on his shoulder, he supports your back with his hands. You rub your face against his ear, and he laughs.

“Gonna head to my bedroom now, okay?” he mummers near you ear, “I’ll leave the door open in case you wanted to leave at any point.”

Wilbur settles the two of you into the pile of blankets on his bed. You curl up contentedly on his chest as he strokes you ears. He jostles you only once, when he shifts to lay on his side, moving you to be nestled in the curve of his body, under his arm.

With the feeling of Wilbur’s fingers still gently stroking your ears, you drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Hope you liked them! This was fun, I might do more flash fics...

Fun fact! The cats in the first two pieces are inspired by my own. Here they are:

Trixie:

Alastair:

#wilbur x reader #wilbur soot imagine #mcyt x you #mcyt imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur imagine #grey's rambles

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fickleminder · 3 years

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the years start coming and they don’t stop coming (part 2)

Special thanks to @elvishdork, @rsmrymnt-tea, @victoireshaven, @lunarscribbles, @leuxbraus, @yeet-to-yeet, @oksoweredointhis, and several anons for giving me a much-needed kick in the muse to get this thing done. Love you all 💚

Part 1 here

They find your grave first.

You’re buried next to your parents, the only thing left of you a simple tombstone in the old cemetery. The space isn’t very well cared for, especially since you never married or had children. Your worn marker is chipped in several places, and even your name has begun to fade from the elements over the years. All in all, there’s nothing special distinguishing your final resting place from that of countless other humans’.

Forgotten. Just as you had been in life.

Lilith is the only one bold enough to approach, at first. Murmuring a soft prayer, she gets to work cleaning up, wiping the dust from your tombstone and sweeping away dead leaves with her bare hands.

She is joined by Mammon, who takes halting steps towards your grave and falls to his knees. He pats down his pockets, cursing lowly before tearing off a strip from his shirt and rubbing at the marker, polishing it with so much fervor as though he’s determined to make it shine brighter than Goldie.

Once the space has been cleared, tiny offerings are placed and carefully rearranged: a black rose with petals as dark as the Devildom skies; a limited-edition TSL keychain; and a small cupcake with rainbow sprinkles, slightly smushed on one side but otherwise perfectly intact.

Asmo sobs openly without care for his smudging makeup or expensive clothes. Belphie looks like he just wants to curl up next to your grave and sleep for the next five years.

Satan stands at the edge of the group, not an ounce of sympathy for his mourning brothers. He’s the only one who knows: the coffin underneath is empty.

“Satan,” Solomon greets wryly. “Good afternoon. I was wondering if you’ve seen a certain errant apprentice of mine.”

The demon in question shoots a curious glance at the purring Calico in his lap. “I might have. Something wrong?”

“It’s a funny story actually,” Solomon replies, explaining how you had immediately run off upon successfully performing your first shapeshift. In hindsight, the sorcerer should have gone through the entire process before encouraging you to give it a shot, and now you’re stuck as a feline with no knowledge of how to turn back.

“I see…” Something in Satan’s tone makes the fur at the back of your neck stand up. You try to shake off the blissful dazed state his petting has put you in and jump away, but he’s quick to grab you by the scruff before you can escape. “Thanks Solomon, I’ll keep you updated.”

Satan hangs up and lifts you to the level of his face with a frown. “So eager to come see me that you ditched Solomon at the first opportunity? Normally I’d be flattered, but that was very irresponsible of you.”

Apparently returning to your beloved demon as soon as you could isn’t enough to excuse your impulsive actions, so you pull out the big guns: bringing your front paws together just below your chin and making your eyes go as wide as they can.

Satan forever regrets letting you make him watch that film series with the green ogre all those years ago. He sets you down gently, sighing in exasperation. “Silly human. What am I going to do with you?”

You meow innocently in response.

The front door is still broken.

Its hinges barely hold onto the wall, creaking threateningly whenever someone comes and goes. The rest of the house isn’t quite in shambles, but not much effort has been put into getting it back to its pristine state.

Lilith does her best to support her siblings, but they’ve been in a depressive mood for weeks now and there’s only so much she can do to get them through each day. She’s even approached Lord Diavolo and Barbatos for help, seeking their advice to rally the broken brothers together, asking if they knew how your life went, if only to take comfort in the fact that you lived happily and healthily to a ripe old age.

She steers clear of the angels and sorcerer who visit the Devildom occasionally. While Lilith knows you were close friends with them, she’s strictly forbidden from making contact with anybody who isn’t already aware of her presence. The how and why of her resurrection is still a mystery, but one thing is for certain: your ties to her must never come to light lest she brings another great war upon her grieving family. Although it’ll take time to recover from losing you, she’s determined to be there for them every step of the way.

(And if anyone is suspicious about a certain Avatar of Wrath’s lack of rage, they’re wallowing too deeply in their own misery to notice.)

Catching Satan playing with stray cats in the garden isn’t an uncommon occurrence, but nobody ever expected to hear —

“What… What did you just call it?”

Satan’s arms tighten protectively around you as he repeats your name, glaring at his brothers as though daring them to do something about it. You poke your head out of his jacket to peek at the others, trying to gauge their reactions.

“That name belongs to our human! Call it something else!”

“Shut up, Mammon! Satan, may I?”

You nuzzle Asmo’s outstretched fingers gently, your heart swelling at the familiar scent of his favorite hand lotion. Flashbulb memories of spa sessions and shopping sprees and gossiping late into school nights hit you all at once; if not for your feline body, you probably would have burst into tears.

Mammon sniggers at the disgruntled expression on Satan’s face when you practically climb into Asmo’s arms and paw at his chest. Satan looks about ready to commit fratricide when Asmo makes a dirty comment about how even animals can’t resist him, but Mammon’s jeers get stuck in his throat when you suddenly turn your attention to him.

“Oh hell no, I don’t want any part of this!” The second-born declares, backing away quickly before you can even think about pouncing on him. (Is it his imagination, or did your ears actually droop slightly at that?) He spins on his heel and stalks off with a parting shot: “Good luck getting Lucifer to let you keep that stupid cat!”

Word spreads fast in the House of Lamentation.

Lucifer’s first instinct to get rid of you is justified twice over. The last time Satan had been allowed one (1) pet resulted in utter catastrophe — no pun intended — and having another creature with your name running around would be a constant reminder of his failure. As it is, being the sole feline presence in the area for four days and counting is the only reason you’ve not been evicted yet.

What’s more unsettling is the fact that there’s been no sign of your soul in the Devildom despite it being many years since you passed. Lucifer had been certain that having pacts with all seven Avatars of Sin would have guaranteed you a place here, so where did you go? Were you avoiding them?

Perhaps you’d been granted eternal rest in the Celestial Realm. The notion is highly improbable, but not impossible. Lucifer knows he could always ask Simeon, or even Michael if he was really desperate, but pride aside, he just can’t bring himself to do it, can’t stomach the confirmation that you’d choose to go someplace he and his brothers cannot follow.

He’s hard-pressed to blame you though, nor Lord Diavolo and Barbatos for keeping their silence. The fault lies with him and his family, as much as it pains him to admit it.

One particular evening sees Lucifer practically dragging his feet into his study, prepared for another late night of report writing. He’s armed with coffee, cursed vinyl records, a new footrest he’s been wanting to try out —

And a mangy cat sprawled atop the files and folders on his desk, napping away without a care in the world.

Thoughts of you already fill the gaps between paperwork and wrangling his siblings and a thousand other things on his to-do list; the first-born doesn’t need another in the form of a pesky animal. He growls your name, fully intending to chase you off, but your immediate response gives him pause.

There’s a certain intelligence in your eyes, Lucifer observes as you blink warily at him. It’s not unlike that of Mammon’s crows, the birds being much smarter and more aware than others give them credit for. Satan’s magical prowess doesn’t warrant a familiar, but Lucifer wouldn’t put it past his brother to pass you off as one. Either way, he has no time for this.

“Out. Now.”

He sets his cup of Hell Coffee in front of you with a loud thud, clearly an intimidation tactic, but you don’t even twitch except to stretch out your neck and give the hot beverage a curious sniff.

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, his lips curling in amusement. “Try it. I dare you.”

While it’s spitefully tempting to knock that bitter monstrosity to the floor, you quite prefer to keep living. Holding your ground, you curl back up and close your eyes.

A frustrated growl, leather-clad hands lifting you upwards, and then you strike.

Your claws latch onto Lucifer’s waistcoat, digging deeply enough to secure a solid grip on his torso without tearing into the fabric. The surprise attack forces him into his chair, his arms instinctively curling around you to prevent your fall. Once you’re certain he’s seated and comfortable, you let out a deliberate yawn and snuggle into the demon’s chest.

There’s pressure on your back, firm and unyielding at first, then soft and contemplative. Lucifer’s heart beats strongly against your ears, his chest rumbling with a wistful murmur of your name as he strokes your fur.

“Very well. Since you insist, I’ll let you stay.” Shifting to accommodate the warm weight on his lap, he picks up his pen and gets to work.

Maybe just for tonight, he can pretend you’re still here with him.

Fortunately for Mammon, nobody was around to hear his high-pitched shriek when something furry smacked firmly onto his backside.

“Oi, what’s the big idea?” He whips around with a flustered glare, turning in circles as you weave between his legs. “You trying to steal my wallet or something?”

It takes a few more swipes at his hips before Mammon realizes you’re trying to get at the black and yellow feathered keychain hanging from his belt. He unclips it and holds it at a distance, watching curiously as you eye it like fish bait dangling from a hook.

Within the safety of his room, the Avatar of Greed is more than happy to indulge you as you chase after the trinket in a game of keep away. Unlike dogs (specifically three-headed ones who live in underground tombs), he has no qualms interacting with cats, especially when they don’t belong to nasty witches or turn out to be a younger brother who had accidentally cursed himself. Speaking of…

“I don’t care what Satan says. I’m gonna call you Cat, not — not —” Mammon can’t bring himself to say your name, not when he’d failed you so terribly. Just the thought alone is enough to sour his mood; he drops the keychain at your feet, no longer interested in fooling around.

They didn’t even see you off, he realizes belatedly. You had healed his family after centuries of discord, and they didn’t have the decency to say goodbye when you had to leave. Even his last memory of you is a nostalgic blur.

Were you angry? Did you resent them till the end? Maybe you eventually learned to live without them, while they took for granted that you’d always be there.

“Sorry Cat, playtime’s over. Let’s get you back to —” Mammon almost jumps when he spots you on his bed, staring intently at a black and white lump next to his pillow. “No no no, that’s not a chew toy! I swear, if there’s so much as a scratch on it, I’ll —”

Inches away from grabbing you by the scruff, his hand freezes when you nuzzle the stuffed panda fondly, curling around it with a soft purr. Your paws are gentle as they knead the handmade toy and pull it closer to you.

Mammon’s heart swells and breaks all over again. He kicks off his boots and lies down next to you, and you take the opportunity to burrow into his side, the panda squished lightly between your bodies.

Your first man doesn’t say a word, but it takes a long time for his shuddering breaths to even out.

Henry 2.0’s not technically a rubber duck, but he makes a pretty good listener. That said, Levi was not expecting a reply in the middle of another bug-induced rant.

“H-h-how did you get inside my room?!” Backed up against the edge of his desk and holding his keyboard out like a shield, the demon nearly has a heart attack at the thought that you’re here to devour his best friend as a snack. “Shoo! Shoo!”

In your defense, you don’t seem very interested in the goldfish swimming idly nearby. As a matter of fact, you hardly give the tank a second glance as you stalk towards your main target like a predator on the hunt. A distant part of Levi’s brain faintly notes the way you take care to sidestep the many wires strewn about.

“Oh nonononono! I’m just a yucky otaku, not very tasty at all —”

[That’s okay, Levi! I’m just happy to see you!]

Both of you freeze. Despite the electronic undertone, that was unmistakably your voice. The keyboard is lowered as Levi’s arms go limp, and you realize he must have accidentally pressed something in his panic. There’s also a little tune playing from the speakers; it takes a while, but you recognize it as an 8-bit rendition of the song the two of you had composed and sang to way back when.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Levi whines, his whole posture slumping as he sinks into his gaming chair. “I’m pathetic, I know. It’s not the same, but this AI is the closest I can get to…”

He gestures absently at his monitor, where a character sprite with your likeness is displayed on the screen. An open program at the side shows an array of different skins: the RAD uniform, your favorite casual wear, a yukata, the Henry costume for the TSL play, a bunny-themed uniform at the Fall, and a pink sheep onesie, among others.

Credit where it’s due, Levi’s attention to detail is impeccable. Snippets of memories play out behind your eyes as you drink in the individual outfits; Satan might call you masochistic for reliving those bittersweet moments, but he isn't around to tease you so you're free to indulge. Levi seems to have forgotten all about his apprehension by the time you come back to yourself, too busy rambling about the bugs in his code, insisting that even the smallest fragment of you artificially brought back to life had to be true to canon.

Meow-ing and nya-ing where appropriate, you settle down near a pile of snacks and make yourself comfortable. You’re no rubber duck either, but you’ve always been more than happy to lend your favorite otaku a listening ear.

“Still no luck?”

“I’ve been trying, but someone —” Satan gives your furry butt a light smack, earning a flick on the cheek with your tail “— doesn’t seem too keen on paying attention.”

Simeon laughs at the indignant look on your face. He pats his knees, prompting you to hop from Satan’s lap onto his. “Don’t be so stubborn, little lamb,” the angel chides, scratching the spot beneath your chin that makes you melt into his touch. “It takes a lot of energy to maintain another form. You’ve only just started learning how to control your magic, so don’t push it.”

“Food’s here!” Luke returns with tea and an assortment of baked treats, his bangs somewhat ruffled. No doubt the café staff have been fussing over the cute little boy who volunteered to pick up his table’s orders. “Are all humans like this?” He pouts, fixing his hair after setting down the tray. “These better be good or I’m not coming back!”

And so begins the next step in Simeon and Luke’s ambitious quest to sample all the desserts of the human world. Unfortunately, you low-key regret not being in your original body when they start withholding food.

“Sorry, no whipped cream for you.” Simeon lifts his plate away from your hungry paw. Next to him, Satan smirks into his cup. “That’ll make you sick, you know.”

Traitors! Both of them! You vacate Simeon’s lap with a rueful meow, curling up next to Luke’s feet instead.

The little angel is your only ally, you decide, and definitely not because he sneaks you blueberries under the table when the other two aren’t looking.

Stepping inside Asmo’s room is like venturing into the perfume section of a department store, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.

“You’re such a -hic- cute kitty!” Asmo giggles at the way you sneeze when he hugs you to his chest. The smell of demonus on his clothes is almost as strong as all the beauty products he usually applies on a daily basis.

The fifth-born has been alternating between partying non-stop for days, getting drunk off his ass, and holing himself up in his room where no one will know if he lets himself his appearance fall apart. By chance, you had managed to catch him somewhere in-between.

“It’s no fun without you here.” He sighs, one hand clumsily running through your fur, the other nursing a cup of hangover remedy. Courtesy of Satan, if you had to guess. You nudge Asmo's shaking arm with a paw, prompting him to down the rest of the drink before he spills it all over the sheets. “Uwaaaah~ This sucks! Don’t tell anyone, but my eyeliner game hasn’t been the same since you left. I’ve always -hic- preferred the way you drew them, you know?”

“Meow.”

“I'm always beautiful, but you're the only one who actually made me believe it.”

“Meow.”

“Exactly! Ooh wait, I’ve got an idea!” Setting you down at the edge of his bed, Asmo rummages through his room with drunken excitement and returns with a small pile of items. He lays them out separately in front of you: a hairbrush, a cluster of clips and colorful ribbons, and his D.D.D. “Let’s play a game~ Apparently this is a tradition for newborns in some human cultures. Shall I groom you? Doll you up? Post pictures of you on Devilgram? Hehe, I’ll let you choose whatever you want!”

You don’t even have to think about it.

Asmo lights up when you pad towards the accessories in the center, but his smile freezes when all you do is step over them and keep moving forward, making yourself at home in his lap instead. You nuzzle his chest affectionately and match his hitching breaths with purrs.

Soft hands wind around your body and pull you atop the demon as he flops backwards onto the pillows with a choked sob. “G-good kitty -hic- such a sweetheart, oh yes you are!” Asmo holds you tight and drops kisses onto your head, but even the demonus can’t completely mask the faint traces of salt mixed into his scent.

Frantic yowling summons Beel to the garden, where he finds you clinging to the side of a rattan basket in fright. One of the ropes tethering it to the tree branches had snapped while you were napping inside; you may have the body of a feline, but you don’t trust yourself to land safely on your feet if you jump.

“It’s okay, don’t be scared.” The demon is careful not to make any sudden movements as he reaches for you, coaxing you to let go. With his height, all he has to do is stretch out his arms and his hands are already mere inches away from you. “I’ll catch you, I promise.”

He does, of course. Beel is often reliable like that. And if you thought he was big before, he’s a giant compared to you now.

“You’re so tiny…” He marvels at the kitten nestled in his palms, rubbing your head with feather-light touches. “You hardly weigh anything. Has Satan been taking good care of you?”

You meow affirmatively and lick his fingers in gratitude, but Beel’s already on his way to the kitchen, determined to fill your belly (and his). He retrieves several containers marked with cat stickers and practically lays out a feast for you.

“Eat up. You’re still growing, you know.” Beel helps himself to a plate of cheeseburgers as he watches you munch on some cooked chicken. His free hand stays close to you, petting you absently. For a few blissful moments, you get to enjoy sharing a meal with him again, until —

“Were you happy? Did you have enough food?”

— the chicken suddenly tastes like ash in your mouth.

“Lilith said you did, but she wasn’t there. I wasn’t… None of us were.” Beel lowers a half-eaten burger and stares at you with such a forlorn expression that you just want to wipe it off of his face. He’s even stopped eating, which is a big red flag. Upon noticing that you’ve paused too, he forces a smile and scratches your chin. “Don’t worry about me, you can keep going.”

You don’t, of course. Instead, you paw at his other hand and make a show of snatching his food, prompting Beel to shove the rest of it into his mouth, more out of reflex than actual hunger. Something clicks in his brain when he sees you take a bite of your chicken immediately after.

“Oh, you want us to eat together?” He picks up another burger and swallows it whole; you dig into a piece of turkey with gusto. “…Okay. I’d like that.”

Obviously you don’t empty out the containers, but Beel polishes off everything on his plate.

It’s a given fact that the constellations in the Devildom’s skies differ from those in the human world, a fact you discovered the first time you had ventured into the planetarium in search of familiar stars to alleviate a bout of homesickness during the early days of the exchange program. It also wasn’t until Belphie’s release from the attic that you had any hope of identifying them.

Although the sky is obscured with heavy clouds tonight, the youngest brother already knows all the stars by heart. Little purple sparks twinkle against the clear glass of the planetarium’s dome, mimicking the placement of constellations normally scattered across the surface.

“And that’s it, I guess.” Belphie yawns into your fur, cuddling you closer. Satan definitely knew what he was doing when he adopted you as a therapy animal; you make an excellent nap buddy. “Pretty neat, huh?”

You seem more interested in the sparkling lights hovering above you than the actual meaning behind their formations, but that’s okay. So long as he gets to spend time with you.

“It’s not exactly common knowledge, but Diavolo created one constellation for each of the Avatars.” Belphie laughs at the way you visibly perk up at the information. He’s shared this tidbit with you before, but you never get tired of hearing it. “Heh, Lilith refuses to admit it, but I think she’s a little jealous. What do you say, shall we make something up for her?”

Belphie loosens his hold on you to conjure a ball of shimmering purple energy. You wriggle out of his grasp to bat at it, sending a spark into the air with every hit. Clearly he’s manipulating where they go, the three additional lights forming an ‘L’ amidst the rest.

Job done, you reclaim your spot on Belphie’s pillow, but the demon has a pensive look on his face. He flicks his wrist, and several more lights emerge to join the others in the shape of your initials.

You meow at him sadly. Belphie doesn’t respond except to let the energy ball dissipate and pull you back into his arms, staring miserably at the newest constellation. You can tell he’s getting sleepy again, his breaths beginning to slow, but he fights his drowsiness to keep his magic alive for as long as he can.

And even when he finally succumbs to his sin, your name is the last to fade.

“I told you so.”

“Mmrp.”

“Oi, watch the attitude or I won’t be so inclined to help you.”

An empty threat. You nip at Satan’s fingers half-heartedly, but the paws keeping his hand on your head betrays your need for his touch and comfort right now.

It was hard to believe him when he had first told you about his brothers mourning your death. After not hearing from them ever since Lilith showed up, you didn’t think they would remember or even miss you. The hurt from being abandoned all those decades ago never really faded away; you blamed the tiny piece of your heart that refused to let go, nursing the painful spark of hope that maybe tomorrow would be the day they finally thought of you, or maybe you just needed to give your silly boys more time to come around.

(They were happy without you, and yet when Simeon slid the Ring of Light onto your finger, all you could think about was the second chance to be a part of their lives again.)

You had resigned yourself to a one-sided reunion by the time you were able to return to the Devildom, prepared to love your second family from afar. The shapeshifting was supposed to be temporary; once you ascertained that everyone was doing well, you would turn back and… okay, you hadn’t thought that far yet, but you would have worked something out eventually.

“Hey.” Satan’s voice is uncharacteristically soft, his tone gentle as he scratches the base of your ears. “Everything will be alright. Trust me, you’ll always have a place with us.”

Even the Avatar of Wrath can only relish his brothers’ suffering for so long. You know Satan has your back no matter what, but the choice is clear: it’s time to come clean.

(Whispered words come to you in a dream.

“I never meant to replace you.” The silence of the night is steeped in guilt and remorse. “I am forever grateful for all my family has done for me, but my only regret is that it cost them you. You saved them, you made them whole again, and… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I hope you find peace, wherever you are. Goodnight, little one.”

A final, gentle stroke of your fur, and then all is still.)

Things, as usual, don’t go according to plan.

When it happens, you tumble roughly from Diavolo’s arms, landing on all fours with a hiss. He’s quick to apologize, thinking he might have been too eager in his petting. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

But there’s no way for you to tell him about the burning sensation on your left paw, the echoes of wrath searing through your fur and making your blood boil. Getting to Satan is the only thing on your mind as you dart away from the demon prince’s hands, past a confused Barbatos, and towards the House of Lamentation.

It’s the calm in the middle of the storm.

You squeeze inside through a broken window to see Lilith standing between two groups: Satan and the twins in one, and Asmo with the older brothers in the other. The fourth-born looks more roughed up than the rest; you spy his D.D.D. in an equally dismal state where it lies discarded in a corner, littered with spider cracks and —

“I’m serious!” Satan laughs at your pout. “No wrinkles whatsoever. You’re as handsome as the day I first laid eyes on you, my dear.”

You swat his arm with reddening cheeks. The demon’s exaggeration knows no bounds, and yet his honeyed words easily make you blush as though you’re seventeen and not seventy.

“Come here, I’ll prove it.” He draws you close and fires up his D.D.D.’s camera. “Say cheese!”

The self-conscious smile on your face morphs into one of surprise when you feel warm lips on your temple, a split second before the flash goes off.

— a photo of the two of you on the flickering screen.

“We should be thanking him!” Lilith argues, gesturing fervently at the larger group. In the short time you’ve known your soft-spoken ancestor, you’ve never seen her so worked up before. “He was there when we weren’t! He took care of —”

“Then why the fuck didn’t he tell us?! He had no right keeping —”

“No right?” Satan is seething. “I was the only one who gave a damn! You — all of you chose to forget! I shouldn’t have to remind you that our human was still cohabitating with us when you lot decided to just abandon —”

“That’s not true! I bet you cursed us so that only you would remember!”

“Not to mention that glamor on the door was your doing, and all those times you snuck off on your own —”

“Everyone, stop it! Fighting about this now won’t change anything…”

“We’re to blame here.”

“No, I refuse to accept this!”

You can’t tell who lunges first, but then horns and wings and tails start coming out and everything quickly descends into chaos. A brawl between the brothers isn’t new to you, but this level of raw violence certainly is. No spells or hexes are used, just good old-fashioned fangs, claws, and brute force. All you can discern is Belphie tugging Lilith a safe distance away before joining the melee; the rest are moving too fast for your eyes to track.

Satan is wrath incarnate. He dishes out as much as he takes, but three vs. four aren’t the best odds even with Beel on his side, let alone against all his older siblings. His betrayal is unforgivable, and your horror must have bled through the pact because you sense a brief surge of panic from Satan’s end, an unspoken plea for you to stay out of the way.

But with that much blood, feathers and scales being shed, and infernal demonic snarls ringing in your ears, you have to step in before someone gets killed for real. Satan shouldn’t have to pay the price for your cowardice; this is all your fault and you need to fix things now.

You spot Lucifer flying high, preparing for a dive-bomb. A swift leap onto the couch and you’re in position to go for his wings — sorry not sorry — but Lilith grabs you in mid-air before you can throw yourself into the fray.

“Kitty, no! You’ll get hurt!” She pulls you back and out of harm’s way. You hiss at her angrily, but no matter how hard you struggle, how viciously you dare to claw at her arms, gouging bloody ribbons into her delicate skin, she refuses to let go.

“You. Utter. BASTARD!” A streak of white is all you can make out of Mammon, who easily weaves around Beel and Belphie and goes in for the kill. You feel a flash of genuine fear from Satan, and the last shred of your patience finally snaps.

The attack never lands.

What sends all movements screeching to a complete halt is not the sudden burst of light in the brothers’ peripheral vision or Lilith’s startled yelp, but the loose threads of magic under their skins abruptly yanked taut as faded pact marks flare to life, and:

“EVERYBODY SIT!!”

As though gravity had been increased tenfold, seven demons slam to the ground so quickly that all breath is knocked out of them in one sharp exhale. Even without the order pinning them to the floor, hearing your voice again after so many decades would have done the trick.

Everyone’s eyes are on you in a heartbeat, you in all your immortal glory, looking not a day older than at the start of the exchange program. It’s you, it has to be; appearances aside, the pacts you have with them are all the proof they need.

Lilith looks absolutely stunned at the cat-turned-person in her hold, her arms looped loosely around your waist. It’s just as well, given that your body’s starting to slump dangerously.

“See, I was paying attention.” One last jab at Satan, and then you’re toppling backwards in a dead faint.

You wake up in Lilith’s bed with a raging headache and your worried great-great-n-times-over grandmother hovering over you.

“Oh, thank goodness!” She helps you sit up, handing you a glass of water with a straw. The pounding in your skull gradually ebbs away as you take small sips. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I have a magically-induced hangover.” You went drinking with Solomon once. Never again. There’s also a fresh bruise on your shoulder, and you rub it with a wince. “Where’d this come from? And how long was I out?”

“Not too long, you slept for about an hour. And I, uh, might have accidentally knocked you into the doorframe. Twice.”

For some reason, an image of Lilith dragging you through the house by your feet pops into your head.

“Everybody was panicking when you collapsed, okay?” She whines, and you take a moment to appreciate just how frazzled she looks, the poor thing. “I didn’t think you’d want my brothers smothering you, so I carried you here. I told them to calm down and talk things through before bringing you back.”

“I’m honestly surprised they haven’t barged in by now.”

“Well, they’re still in the common room…”

“That’s unusually civil of them —”

“Stuck to the floor.”

“WHAT?!”

The tension in Lilith’s shoulders loosens as she giggles uncontrollably. “I think your pacts with them worked a little too well. If you’re up for it, shall we?”

You don’t fully register the exhaustion in your bones until you attempt to get out of bed. Although you stumble like a newborn calf at first, Lilith keeps a steady grip on your waist until you can more or less walk under your own power. An hour’s nap isn’t nearly enough to undo weeks of shapeshifting and activating seven dormant pacts at once, but it’s better than nothing.

(Lilith waves away your apologies when you notice the scratch marks on her arms. She assures you they’ll fade in time — one perk of her curious brand of immortality is that injuries never seem to stick — and says nothing when she in turn spies her eldest brother’s ring sitting snugly on your finger.)

Needless to say, some ground rules are in order first.

“No more fighting, got it?” You try your best to channel Lucifer during one of his infamous lectures, but if his unimpressed glare is anything to go by, you’re not doing a very good job of it. Really, it’s unfair how he can still assert his authority while looking so disheveled. “And no dogpiling on Satan either.”

“Darling, we’re hurt!” Asmo pouts, wriggling as suggestively as he can while his chest is pressed to the carpet. “First time we’re seeing you in forever and you’re just going to order us around?”

“I didn’t think…” you wanted me back, the words stick in your throat. You bite your lip, wilting slightly as whatever courage you managed to scrape together on the way down evaporates into thin air. They aren’t angry at you for deceiving them, right? The past few weeks have shown just how much they missed you, but better safe than sorry. “Just — let’s just settle this peacefully, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, now let us up already!” Mammon demands impatiently. You can’t help but stifle a weak laugh; his attitude has always been a familiar comfort.

(You also don’t notice the way Lilith starts inching away from you.)

The second the magic binding your demons is dispelled, everybody moves at once.

Mammon pounces first, clearing the distance in one great leap and tackling you to the ground with a tearful cry of your name.

Lucifer reaches you second, cushioning your fall with his wings while efficiently delivering a sharp smack to the back of Mammon’s head along the way. You make a mental note to scold him for that later.

Levi’s tail coils tightly around your thigh, the tip tracing the pulsing orange mark on your skin, eager for contact yet not quite wanting to be flattened by the rest of his brothers.

Asmo circles around and cradles your head from behind, planting relieved kisses all over your face.

Belphie clings to your free side like a koala and nuzzles into your chest, while Beel just wraps his arms around the whole group and scoops everybody into the air, leaving Levi dangling for dear life.

Lilith goes to help Satan off the floor amidst a chorus of “Beel I can’t breathe!” and “Put us down!” The beating he took has left him somewhat disgruntled, but hearing the laughter in your voice softens him enough to accept Lilith’s fussing without much complaint.

There’re still talks to be had, apologies to be made, and generally a long way to go before things can return to some semblance of normalcy, but the first step has been taken, and maybe it’s finally time for their family to start healing properly.

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lilith #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me replaced mc au

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xxtoothachexx · 3 years

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a/n: I’m currently bleaching my hair to dye it and to desperately ignore the itchiness I’m writing dumb stuff once again. don’t bring up the fact I didn’t include nezuko I barely can write something simple for her

I’m incredibly invested in animals so this was fun for me to do

Pet HCs for the Demon Slayers

Tanjiro

As much as I want to just say he’d get a dog or some normal pet I think he’d absolutely adore a rabbit or some small rodent

He loves it and takes absolutely phenomenal care of the rabbit. It’s just as nice as him and everyone else also adores the rabbit, but it doe have an issue with biting people he doesn’t like

Zenitsu

A very small hamster that he insists is his emotional support despite being as equally anxious as Zenitsu is

It likes to hide in his sleeves or his hood whenever he’s doing work or just hanging out with the hamster

Inosuke

A boar, no I will not explain why

No one knows how or even when he got it. It just showed up and no one has any idea of what to do about it. It will not leave

Kanao

She ended up buying a random hermit crab she felt bad for at a store and ended up falling in love with it

Soon enough she ended up having a whole ton of hermit crabs but she enjoys helping them pick new shells to move into and caring for them

Shinobu cannot keep track of a single one of their names but Kanao somehow can

Genya

Very big bearded dragon vibes coming off of him

Probably gave it some really cute name and takes very good care of it, he likes to let it rest on his shoulder while he does things

Sanemi isn’t allowed to take care of it because a cricket ran up his sleeve while trying to feed it and he never wants to step foot in the room again

Rengoku

The biggest and fluffiest golden retriever you’ve ever seen in your whole life, and it’s just as full of energy as him

It doesn’t have the best training though and has even taken out Tengen jumping on him when Rengoku didn’t put the dog in a different room while opening the door

Shinobu

She would absolutely love orchid mantises and would probably own an unreasonable amount of them. They’re just so pretty and look like little flowers

Other than that she’s probably owned frogs in the past. Her favorites were little poison dart frogs because she’d mortify everyone when she’d just pick them up bare handed

(fun fact w/ maxx: captive poison dart frogs are non toxic because they don’t eat the same insects in the wild that make them toxic!)

Sanemi

Never really found the interest in owning any weird or exotic pets, most of them freak him out or make him uncomfortable

Over the past few years he started adopting senior dogs from shelters to give them a proper home in their last few years and he has a major soft spot for them 🥺

Someone pointed out sanemis beetle I’m kind of an idiot that I forgot it lmao

Tengen

The most annoyingly pampered and spoiled small dog (I can’t decide between a toy poodle or dachshund and idk why those two come to mind)

Bedazzled collar and cool little accessories and all that. It constantly will be looking at others with the most unapproving glare ever

Giyuu

Of course he has cat owner vibes but I feel like he’d own another animal. He has a small and quiet little cat though that he talks to

He bought a tarantula for the sole reason of being able to tell others that it got out so that they’d leave his damn house when he wanted them to

Muichiro

Has co-ownership of a tiny betta fish that Genya helped him win at a festival. He has co ownership because he keeps forgetting to feed it and clean it’s tank

Despite that the fish is surprisingly resilient. It’s launched itself out of its tank on multiple occasions and survived fine till someone found it but heaven forbid Muichiro be ten minutes late to feeding it

Mitsuri

Absolutely another cat lover. Accidentally created an army of stray cats that cry at the front door to be fed every morning. They’re all kind of scraggly but she loves them regardless

Her favorite is an old one eyed calico that Obanai took one look at and named Pirate, she’s very sweet

Obanai

Kaburamaru and a love for snakes is a given for him. He likes ball pythons the most because they’re very sweet and cute!!

He’s had a blue tongue skink for a while too, but he also hates bugs so he makes other people get the insects to feed it (he can suck it up and handle them on occasion)

Gyomei

The absolute chunkiest grey cat you’ve ever seen in your life. It meows a lot to greet him and let him know where it is around his house

It has a habit of walking through people’s legs and causing them to trip. It will do this to everyone but Gyomei

#demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #kimestu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #tanjiro kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira #kanao tsuyuri #shinaguzawa genya #kyojuro rengoku #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kochou #sanemi shinaguzawa #tengen uzui #tokitō muichirō #mitsuri kanroji #iguro obanai #gyomei himejima

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 7

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Everything seems to be going well. Taehyung and Namjoon are settling into the family nicely. After a night of busting an illegal fighting ring, a rare hybrid shows up at your hospital and you’re determined to try and heal him of his painful past.

*WARNING: This chapter may discuss some triggering topics such as PTSD, abuse and other psychological issues. Please read at your own discretion! :)

“I’ll drop you off, kitten.” Yoongi said as he grabbed the keys. You nodded and quickly ran upstairs to take your bag. As you walked past Taehyung’s room, you knocked on the door.

“Tae! Hurry up or we’ll be late.” You shouted and took your bag, as well as your coat, slinging it over your shoulder. Taehyung ran out of his room as well.

“Goodbye, boys. I’ll see you tonight.” You kissed Jin and Namjoon on the heads before rushing out the door.

After the adoption and settling down permanently, Taehyung and Namjoon were finally able to get jobs so they wouldn’t be bored at home. Namjoon worked at the plant nursery with Jin since he attended to the garden in your backyard. Taehyung worked at a library with a really nice old lady that adored your entire family. She took really good care of Taehyung.

“Thanks, Yoongs. Have a nice day, boys.” You said and got out of the car. You made it in time, scanning your ID and clocking in for your morning shift.

“Morning doctor.” The nurses greeted.

“Morning.” You smiled, standing by the nurses’ station, running through all the patient charts for your morning rounds. Someone cleared their throat and you turned to see your hospital director. Immediately, you and the nurses bowed to greet her.

“May I speak to you in my office?” She asked.

“Of course. I’ll be back for the rounds.” You told the nurse and followed the director. You headed up to her office together.

“How’s Namjoon?” She asked with a smile as she opened the door for you to enter. You bowed and entered the big office, hearing her close the door behind you.

“He’s doing well. He started working with Jin, my arctic fox hybrid, at the plant nursery and he’s enjoying himself. Director, is something wrong? You seem worried about something.” You bit your lip. She gestured for you to sit down as she took her own seat in her chair. You uneasily sat down opposite her, the desk separating the both of you.

“The hybrids your team brought in last night have all been checked and tagged.” She informed.

Last night, you and your team managed to bust a big illegal fighting ring. You rescued the hybrids and brought them to your hospital to get treated. It was a very successful bust and the whole gang was now in prison.

You didn’t even know everyone in your team, what they looked like or their real names since everyone had a NATO alphabet phonetic as their code name. Your code name was ‘Echo’. The only thing you knew about them was that they were all from different walks of life, with different jobs.

“Thank you, director.” You bowed your head.

“But out of all the predator hybrids you brought you, there was one domestic one. A calico cat. Now, you know calico cats are rare but never used for fighting. His injuries are not from fights but just abuse. The thing is, he is very mentally unstable.” She sighed.

“I see. There were a lot of hybrids so I don’t really remember.” You frowned. What was a calico cat doing at a fighting ring?

“He could be the leader’s own pet or something?” You guessed. The director shrugged, taking out his file and handing it to you. You opened it and browsed through.

“There’s so little information on him. And he’s so underweight!” You said in disbelief. The director nodded her head.

“I’m transferring him under your care. That’s all for now. You may go.” She said and you stood up, tucking the file under your arm as you bowed. You exited her office and began your morning rounds with your current patients first. The nurses helped you with updating all the files. You wanted to go see the calico cat but you were scheduled for two surgeries today.

“Good work today!” Your surgical team bowed to you and you waved, walking down the halls. With the file in your hand, you went to the floor with all the individual suites.

“W-Who are you?” He jumped the moment you entered. His eyes showed so much fear and apprehension.

“Hello. I’m doctor (y/l/n).” You kept your distance as you smiled at him.

“A doctor? A-Are you going to hurt me?” He whimpered.

“No no, sweetie. I would never. I’m here to help you. Can I come in?” You asked and he thought about it before nodding slowly. Keeping your soft smile, you stepped a little closer to him.

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

“J-Jimin.” He replied, nervously. You knew he was still really scared that you might do something to him so you didn’t get too close. If you got hurt again, you wouldn’t mind or blame anyone but you knew that Yoongi would definitely not let it go.

“Hi, Jimin. That’s such a nice name.” You complimented.

“I have to go home. The master will get mad if I’m not there to greet him when he comes home.” He cried,

“It’s okay, Jimin. No one will hurt you anymore, hmm? You’re safe here.” You hummed softly.

“No, you’re lying! They will always find me and then I’m going to get punished for running away!” Jimin began to shake as a full blown anxiety attack hit him. Just to be safe, you grabbed a sedative syringe from the nurse cart, you moved closer and Jimin jumped, moving back fearfully. He shook his head as tears continuously fell down his cheeks.

“Calm down, Jimin. Breathe. Follow my breathing.” You guided him, not wanting to sedate him just yet. He whimpered.

“Good job. You’re doing great.” You smiled as you encouraged him. He watched you, felt you and heard you, trying to even out his breathing to match your pace.

“Do you want some food or do you want to sleep?” You asked him.

“Please don’t leave me alone.” He whimpered.

“I’ll be right here.” You held your hand out. Looking at it, he moved a little closer to make sure you weren’t armed before grasping it urgently, as if you were his saving grace. With your other hand, you reached up to pet his head, watching as he flinched slightly, his ears moving.

“There we go.” You cooed. Looking up, you noticed one of his ears was clipped, making one less pointy than the other.

“Are you hungry?” You asked. Just then, Jimin’s stomach rumbled. He allowed you leave for a few minutes so you could grab him a tray of food. You watched him stare at it, almost drooling.

“Is this really for me?” He asked softly.

“Of course. It’s all yours.” You nodded. Jimin looked at you before picking up the spoon and wolfing down the food quickly. You stroked his back to slow him down as he was choking on the food at one point from not chewing. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You knew it was your boys, asking when you would come home.

‘I’ll be home late. Don’t worry. - (y/n)’

You sent a quick reply, not knowing that Yoongi was already on his way to find you. He had asked one of your colleagues where you were.

“Oh, I think I saw her on the 3rd floor?” He said. Yoongi nodded and bowed, going up. He peeked into each room, following your faint scent. When he stopped in front of the ward, he knocked and entered.

“Yoongi? What are you doing here?” You stood up, confused. At the intrusion of a stranger, Jimin recoiled in defence and hissed, clawing and managing to get the back of your hand.

“(y/n)!” Seeing you hurt, Yoongi quickly grabbed at you, pulling you behind him protectively. You winced in slight pain as you watched the two hybrids hiss and growl at each other, showing their canines warningly. They could smell the scent of your blood in the air.

“Yoongi, I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.” You held his arm to calm him down.

“He. Hurt. You.” He growled.

“Calm down, Yoongi. Please.” You begged, pulling him out of there before he could actually jump on Jimin and attack him.

“(y/n), please don’t go.” You heard Jimin’s cries as you and Yoongi left the ward. Yoongi held your injured hand in his, pulling you to the nurse’s station to ask for a first aid kit. The nurses recognised him and handed it to him. Yoongi sat you down in the lounge and began patching up your scratches hand.

“Oww, gentle please.” You whimpered when he dabbed the antiseptic on the scratches.

“Yoongi... please don’t be mad.” You said softly. He refused to look up at you, throwing the bloody cotton into a pile and bandaging your hand. When he secured it, he kissed it.

“It’s not his fault.” You repeated. Yoongi grabbed you and pulled you into his lap.

“He still hurt you.” He said softly.

“Hey, it’s just a few scratches, part of the drop. They’ll be gone in a few days. Don’t worry.” You chuckled. You began to briefly tell him about the situation with Jimin and how he just was wary around strangers because he was just rescued. Yoongi listened attentively, knowing and feeling just how worried you were about Jimin.

“For now, I think it’s best you come back tomorrow. It’s not safe for you and him.” Yoongi told you.

“But he’s alone and scared. I’m afraid he runs away. He thinks his owner is going to find him and hurt him.” You sighed.

“You can’t do everything on your own, kitten. I’m sorry but I’m not risking you getting hurt again. We’re going home now.” Yoongi didn’t let you protest before going to your office to grab your bag and leaving.

“Nurse, Jimin in suite 12. Be careful, alright? He’s very wary of strangers. Let me know if you need anything tonight.” You told the nurse on night shift. She nodded and bowed her head before bidding you and Yoongi goodbye. You folded your arms and huffed.

“Stop pouting, kitten. You know your tantrums only work on Jin hyung.” Yoongi chuckled as he drove.

When you arrived home, the hybrids were all alerted to the scent of your blood before you could even enter the house. Jin was the first to rush to you.

“Why are you bleeding?” He fussed.

“A small incident at work. Don’t worry.” You rubbed his ears reassuringly. Taehyung was there to greet you with the usual hugs. Then you gave Namjoon a small greeting hug as well. After a quick meal and shower, you went to bed.

BEEP BEEP

You were woken up by your beeper on your nightstand. Yawning, you checked it and your eyes widened. There was a Code Yellow at the hospital, meaning that a patient is missing. Immediately, you wondered if the person that ran away was-

“Jagi, Namjoon smelled an intruder on the property. Stay here while we scout, alright?” You heard Jin’s voice on the other side of the door.

“Okay. Please be safe.” You replied. As you put your beeper down, your phone lit up, confirming your suspicions. The attending doctor for the night informed you that your patient, Park Jimin, was missing.

“Stay away!” You heard Yoongi growl and snuck out of your room.

“Please, I’m just looking for doctor (y/l/n).” A familiar voice made your head shoot up. You hurried down the stairs and saw the familiar set of ears with one clipped at the end. You stood between them, making your 4 call out your name in worry for your safety.

“It’s okay, guys. You’re scaring him.” You told them.

“Doctor (y/l/n).” Jimin called out.

“Hey, Jiminie.” You smiled softly, slowly moving towards him. The 4 hybrids behind you growled lowly and you held a hand up to stop them.

“It’s okay. They won’t hurt you, alright? I promise. You’re gonna be just fine.” You assured. Jimin sniffled and broke down into more cries and whimpers, falling to the ground. Bending down in front of him, Jimin jumped into your arms, his orange, white and black tail securing itself around your waist. You comforted him, wiping his tears.

“Why did you run away, Jimin ah?” You asked softly.

“It’s scary and dark there. I don’t want to be alone.” He whispers. You nodded your head, understanding. Even if Jimin didn’t have a full psychiatric evaluation, you knew enough to say that he was clearly psychologically distraught.

“(y/n), there’s no way he’s staying here or at least, near you tonight.” Yoongi growled.

“Let her go before I call hybrid control.” Namjoon threatened. You closed your eyes, not knowing what to do. You were afraid that someone was going to get hurt. Suddenly, you were yanked back and fell on the ground as 4 of your hybrids stood in front of you, hissing and growling at Jimin.

“Doctor (y/l/n).” Jimin whimpered as he backed away fearfully.

“Jin, you have to help him. He’s traumatised.” You begged the arctic fox, knowing he would empathise the most.

“Jimin, we’re not going to hurt you but you can’t just break in and expect us to be okay with it. You even hurt (y/n) at the hospital. We’re her hybrids, it’s our job to protect her.” Jin spoke.

As you watched the exchange, you also alerted the medical staff at the hospital that Jimin had actually been able to make his way to your house.

“Everyone, let’s calm down and talk. We’re all scaring and stressing (y/n) by acting like this.” Jin commanded, showing his alpha side as the oldest. Taehyung, Yoongi and Namjoon immediately stopped, standing straight. Jimin still quivered in fear. You were so thankful that Jin had such authority over the hybrids and they, in turn, had such tremendous respect for him.

“Let’s go sit.” He nodded to the living room area.

“Tae, baby, can you get me two painkillers and a glass of water?” You held his hand with a smile. He nodded and ran off to the kitchen. Jimin watched the exchange, jealousy burning within him.

“Here.” Taehyung appeared in front of you. You popped the pills and gulped down the water, petting Taehyung’s head gratefully.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I don’t want to go back to my owner and Doctor (y/l/n) said she will protect me.” Jimin cried. The 4 empathised with him. They, too, never wanted to return to their previous owners. You just listened to the 4 of the interact.

“Where are you from?” Namjoon asked. Yoongi moved to your other side, his tail around you securely, still glaring at Jimin.

“I don’t know. But there was a bird cage with a feather tattoo on all of them.” Jimin said. You turned to Yoongi, who shook his head, meaning he didn’t know which ring Jimin was from.

“We would like to believe they’re all captured and in prison.” You sighed but of course, these illegal syndicates would always find a way to continue operating with other members that weren’t captured.

“But you’re a domestic breed. Calico cats are rare. No one would use them for fighting.” Taehyung stated.

“I never fought. I was just made to follow and sit next to my master.” He whispered. The thought made his entire being seize up as he remembered how horrible it was to the point that he wished he would be the one in the ring fighting to the death instead. Yoongi was in disbelief. He should have known that this kid was the ring master’s personal pet.

“There’s a spare room you can use for the night but you’re not getting near (y/n). And you’re going back to the hospital tomorrow.” Yoongi stood up and dragged you with him.

“(y/n)...” Jimin called softly.

“He won’t hurt me anymore, Yoongs.” You placed your hand over his.

“I’m sorry, kitten. I can’t risk it, not when your safety is concerned. I know it’s not his fault but he was the ring master’s pet. Namjoon and I know and have seen what those disgusting creatures do to their pets. Jimin is as good as a ticking time bomb.” Yoongi walked to the window.

“How bad?” You gulped.

“Well, he's 10 times worse than the old Jin hyung.” Yoongi rubbed his forehead. You were at a lost.

“Then what should I do? As his doctor, I have to do what’s best for him.” You buried your face into your hands. There was a knock on your door and your 3 other hybrids appeared. You nodded your head for them to come in.

“You do what you think is best. But all we ask is for you to think about your safety too. We’ll stand by whatever you decide.” Namjoon spoke, having heard your conversation.

“Thank you.” You sighed.

“He’s staying in one of the guest rooms. The windows are locked so he can’t leave.” Jin informed. As you settled on your bed, Taehyung curled up beside you, laying his head in your lap. Namjoon and Yoongi began to share with me more about what they knew Jimin possibly went through. There were so many forms of abuse just to mentally break the hybrid.

“How could they do that to him?” You shook your head.

“Not all humans are like you, (y/n). You’re one of the only ones that see us as equal.” Taehyung pouted.

“It’s not his fault that he is like this. He was a victim.” You lowered your head, feeling your heart ache for him. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what Jimin went through.

“We never said it was his fault. We’re all victims, none of us wanted the treatment we got. But I’m saying this because I know what they go through, he needs real help (y/n). Not just someone to coddle him like you do. He needs mental intervention and not from you.” Yoongi crossed his arms.

“If I can help him?”

“You shouldn’t. He is already formed such a strong connection with you, he’s not going to want to get better because he knows he can depend on you. If he suddenly sees you as a new master, I don’t want you both getting hurt.” Namjoon said.

“There’s really nothing I can do for him?” You said sadly. No doctor liked hearing that there was nothing they could do for their patient.

“I’m sorry, snowflake. I know it’s disappointing.” Jin patted your shoulder and you hugged him.

“I’ll call Dr Lee in the morning.”

“Maybe when he gets a little better, you can continue to care for him.” Yoongi comforted. The hybrids could all smell your tears that spilled onto Jin’s shirt as he held you. Taehyung whined, not liking the thought of you crying at all. He stood up and hugged you from the back. Namjoon and Yoongi joined the hug as well. The 5 of you stood there in your room, hugging each other.

That night, Taehyung slept next to you while Yoongi sat outside your door to guard you. You had refused but he insisted, worried Jimin might break in and Taehyung can’t fight him off.

Namjoon and Jin also slept lightly since their rooms were the nearest to Jimin. While the hybrids’ priority was your safety, they also wanted to make sure that Jimin was safe.

“Jimin is the same age as you.” You said as you ran your hand through Taehyung’s hair, a soft smile on your face.

“Really? He looked so small...” Taehyung frowned.

“Yeah, he is underweight and malnourished so he’s on the smaller side. He’s actually a few months older than you, Tae.” You gave a light chuckle. Taehyung wrapped his tail around your waist, snuggling closer to you. He placed his head on your chest, hearing your heart beat.

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nightingaelic · 3 years

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POODLES IN THE WASTELAND

i jest I jest

But 👀

What about pets? Either ones companions would have or a very uncommon one that someone wouldn’t think was a good pet, BUT IS. Deathclaws you can ride like a pony, mole rats that want belly rubs, cazadore’s as cattier pigeons! What are your thoughts?

Or like, Danse or Piper or Fawkes with something hilarious Idek ignore me

Oooookay, here’s my comprehensive list of companions - ALL companions, across Fallouts 3, 4, New Vegas and 76 - and their (headcanon) choices in wasteland pets. I’ll give a little explanation for each - particularly as many of these companions are transients and don’t have the luxury of owning a home to keep pets at. Also, I feel like most of the companions, while they might not necessarily like pets, would be somewhat fond or at least respectful of the pets of the Lone Wanderer/Courier/Sole Survivor/Vault Dweller, like Dogmeat and Rex.

Bighorners

Lily Bowen: Everyone’s favorite super mutant grandma is already an experienced shepherdess in Jacobstown, and she’s more than willing to tear some night stalkers apart to keep her herd safe. If that’s not love beyond the norm for wasteland livestock, I don’t know what is. She’s probably given all of her bighorners names after the characters in the television reruns she used to watch on holotape in Vault 17, like Grace and Audrey and Lucille.

Brahmin

Raul Tejada: Actually spent a decent part of his pre-war life living on a ranch, so he knows that most brahmin don’t deserve being labeled “irritable” just because people don’t know how to read their body language. I think he’d follow wild brahmin herds around a bit on a whim and keep them from coming to any harm, especially the little ones. He gives them names like the cattle he grew up with, Corazon and Gordo and Blanca.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Doesn’t truck with the wild herds, but she knows that part of the success of a caravan lies with how well they treat their pack animals. All of her caravan’s brahmin have names - Penny, Magic and Sprinkles - and she’s careful to pair them up with drivers who are patient and work well with their various personalities.

Cats

Butch DeLoria: While Butch ultimately decided to leave Vault 101 behind, I don’t think he would ever truly lose his fear of radroaches after what they did to his mom. Having a little friend to warm his bunk in Rivet City and pounce on intruders would probably set his mind at ease, maybe a black tomcat with one ear named Pepper. He might even gift his mom a kitten when he next comes to visit.

Star Paladin Cross: I don’t think Cross much sees the use of an animal that doesn’t contribute to the community it lives in, like most of the Brotherhood of Steel. Cats, however, are excellent at pest control, even if the rats are bigger nowadays. I think she’d give the resident cats at the Citadel some pets in passing, and she’d smile when she has to extract playful kittens from inside her power armor frame. She’s especially fond of the cat colony’s matriarch, a scarred old tabby named Gemma.

Curie: Upon her transition into a synth body, Curie is overjoyed with most animals and their new willingness to approach her for attention. She especially loves cats because she can pick them up and better feel their fur and purring. Her favorite cat is an orange stray in Diamond City that she calls Claude.

Piper Wright: A companion for Nat when she’s out adventuring, an unbiased friend to bounce the latest opinion piece off of before going to print, and a lap-warmer for when you’re typing up the latest article about the exploits of the Minutemen - what’s not to like? The Wright family cat is a slippery, elegant calico named Sugar Bomb.

Preston Garvey: While the Minutemen forts and settlements definitely lean more toward keeping dogs around for security purposes, I think Preston likes his pets quieter and less likely to bowl you over in excitement. The one most likely to sleep with him in his bunk at Sanctuary is a grumpy gray gentleman named Anchovy.

Deathclaws

Veronica Santangelo: If anyone is crazy enough to swipe a deathclaw egg from a nest and try to hatch, rear and train a personal killing machine named Izzy, it’s Veronica. This will probably just alienate her from her Brotherhood chapter even more, but I’m sure she would take special care to make sure that her usual Mojave Wasteland haunts take a peek through a scope to see if the approaching deathclaw has a human on its back before taking a shot.

Dogs

Clover: I don’t think Clover gets out beyond Paradise Falls much, so the only animals she’s used to are the dogs the raiders bring around when passing through. She probably has favorites among the usual visitors and enjoys tossing them bits of meat when she’s allowed to get away from Eulogy and Crimson. If liberated, she’d probably get at least three of her own dogs to watch over her while she sleeps: One small dog to carry with her, a Pekingese or Pomeranian descendant named Coco, and two large dogs to follow through on intimidation and protection, a mastiff named Rock and a Doberman descendant named Roll.

Jericho: Jericho doesn’t deserve a dog but he’d probably have one around anyway to sniff out caps caches and hidden loot after he’s shot everyone in the vicinity. Some slinky beagle mix named Dewey, probably.

Fawkes: I don’t think Fawkes would be picky at all about what kind of dog he’d have. He strikes me as the type who would adopt any half-friendly mutt he ran across. I do think he would have a bit of a soft spot for friendlier mutant hounds, though, and maybe view their mutated circumstances as similar to his own. He’d also be absolutely amazing at playing fetch. Just imagine how far he could lob a stick or ball. All of his dogs would have literary names too, like Byron and Agatha and Edgar.

Craig Boone: Though he’s a bit of a prodigy at sniping, Boone knows his limitations when it comes to spotting hidden enemies on the horizon. I can see him having a hound dog at his side to find the more elusive ones and help him get rid of them faster. Maybe a bloodhound mutt named Bravo.

Cait: Doesn’t like people, but she adores dogs. Having had the life where she’s been abused, exploited and forced into slavery, she’s keenly aware that those like the ones who took advantage of her treat dogs much the same. She’s very protective of any dog she encounters and is very likely to punch you in the face if you so much as look at one wrong. She’d probably name any pup she adopted Lucky.

Hancock: Honestly, he’s just a fan of any animal that is happy to hang out with you whether you’re drunk, high, fighting raiders or patrolling downtown Boston. The Goodneighbor strays know him as the guy who always has mirelurk jerky in his pockets. His favorite is a rough-and-tumble, black-and-white spotted cattle dog descendant that he cheekily calls King George.

Robert MacCready: He’s not quick to trust dogs, but once he’s sure they’re not a threat, they’re one of the few critters around which he’ll relax completely. He’s still a little wary of them around Duncan, but any dog that’s a part of his family is more or less his son’s permanent babysitter.

Nick Valentine: Dogmeat is also basically his dog. The two have a history of working cases together, with Dogmeat just turning up whenever a trail goes cold and leading Nick to the evidence he needs to reopen his investigation. Nick doesn’t know how or why Dogmeat does it, but he’s not about to ruin a good thing.

Strong: I don’t think he would turn down a ferocious mutant hound as a friend. He’d probably feed it mole rats and call it something like Killer.

Foxes

Beckett: This former raider has a love-hate relationship with a fox that keeps going through his trash. He affectionately calls him Lil’ Bastard.

Sofia Daguerre: Having crashed back to an earth she doesn’t recognize, I think Sofia would be tickled that the foxes of Appalachia have basically stayed the same despite the bombs. I can see her leaving dinner scraps out on her porch for one that she sometimes spots in the foliage, and slowly coaxing the critter to come into the light. She names her Scarlett once she finally convinces her to eat out of her hand.

Mega sloths

Settler forager: I would not be at all surprised if this man ran into a mega sloth in the Mire and decided to try befriending it. The creature, probably surprised at this old guy’s nerve, decided to accept the handful of leaves he offered and grew slowly more fond of the guy’s persistence. It doesn’t know its name is Fergus but it does know that if a human is wearing overalls, it’s probably not a threat.

Mole rats

Deacon: Alright, hear me out. Deacon has a fondness for underdogs, and mole rats are about as underdog as they come. I think Deacon thinks these little guys are cute despite their wrinkles and buck teeth, and I think he sees the value in having a tunneling pet that likes to collect shiny things. One of his deep cover hideouts is in an old tunnel system in the northern Commonwealth, where he hangs out with a young mole rat named Henry.

Owls

Raider punk: This radio operator got wind of an abandoned nest of owlets in Appalachia early on in his career and, being the nearest to the report, decided to rescue the little guys. Now he has three owls that occasionally drop in at his camp to hoot and accept handouts: Nona, Decima and Morta. While he’s still fond of them, he’s usually disappointed that they aren’t the Mothman coming to visit.

Rad chickens

Yasmin Chowdhury: Ever the opportunistic cook, she picked up the practice of raising chickens from the settlers at Foundation and has four hens of her own: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. The “ladies,” as she refers to them, give her a constant stream of eggs for omelets.

Ravens

Settler wanderer: This gal has an affinity with birds, who are always on the move like her. She admires their ability to be untethered and let the wind take them far and wide. Nevertheless, she likes to scatter corn when they come close to her on the road, and formed a sort of friendship with a particularly handsome specimen that she calls Tornado.

Wolves

Old Longfellow: This guy is the epitome of the meme about dads not wanting pets and then instantly falling in love with whatever animal enters their life. He probably found an injured wolf pup in his travels around the island and took pity on it, nursing it back to health in his cabin. It’s still got a bit of a twisted paw, but follows him around and listens like any other dog and answers to the name Lamoine.

Yao guai

Porter Gage: I bet this guy adopted an orphaned bear cub and raised it by hand. Now it’s so big that even if Gage thinks he’s an easy target for other raiders due to his age, he’s much less likely to get singled out than he thinks because he has a yao guai following him around like a puppy. The bear’s name is Fuzzy Wuzzy. It has no hair.

No pets, thanks

Charon: Too likely to accidentally wind up in the line of fire.

Sergeant RL-3: Too easily corrupted by Communist influences.

Arcade Gannon: Too much time spent getting in your way.

Codsworth: Too likely to make messes.

Paladin Danse: Too many wasted resources.

X6-88: Too much of a liability.

Ada: Too easy to lose when on the move.

Solomon Hardy: Too unsanitary.

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miaurri · 3 years

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🎀Childhood Friends🎀

A/N: Childhood friends to lovers and Yuuji go hand in hand 🥺🤚🏼 literally let me have my moment I need more of this kind of content

Yuuji, The boy you were close with since well, forever- it all started in kindergarten. You were sitting alone under a tree near the playground while you watch other kids play with their friends. Unfortunately, you lack any social skills to ask any of them to join

So sitting alone under the shade of the tree was your only comfort. That was until a kid with pink hair came up to you.

“Hi, I’m Itadori Yuuji! What’s your name?” He gave you a bright smile with those chubby cheeks of his. Somehow, despite not even sharing a single word with this beforehand, you felt more open with this boy. Something about him makes you smile

“I’m L/N Y/N, Nice to meet you” You watched as he went over and sat next to you under the tree. “You don’t mind if I sit here?” You shook your head shyly, giving him permission before he grins. As the two of you sat under the tree suddenly he gasp, causing you to look over at what he was so shocked about

“Y/N look!! It’s a snail!” He pointed at the small snail slowly sliding up the cold wood of the tree. You were squeamish at first but you slowly looked close at it. It was...kinda cute looking, it’s so small the thing it’s baby sized

And the rest of the time was spend on the two of you looking for more. Two of you got so distracted you didn’t realize the bell already rung.

Time skip to middle school. You two had kept in contact as soon as you two got your first phones. Texting day and night and talking about whatever, though as time soon passed his kindness only grew more and more.

So sweet was he to wait for you outside of your house as the two of you head to school together. Feeling the breeze as you and Yuuji talked about how hard the recent math homework was and how you’d rather take a extra science class.

“Really? I hate science I got a F on the last test!” Yuuji had his hands in his pockets as he souches. You giggle at his pouty look before you ruffle his head. “Well that’s on you, if it helps I can let you copy my homework”

Yuuji eyes brighten at the suggestion as he nodded. “Yea, please! My grandpa won’t get off my ass for it” You laughed knowing how grumpy and strict the old guy was. You looked down at your phone and suddenly gasp seeing the time

“Shit, Yuuji- we’re gonna be late!” You put your phone in your pocket before taking his hand as you started to run. Yuuji followed along but thanks to his super-human like speed he practically dragged you around.

“Yuuji!! Wait, wait, wait!! Stop I’m gonna trip!!” Yuuji stopped at a halt when you catches your breath. You let out a deep sigh before you started walking again, by now your hands were no longer intertwined with Yuuji’s.

Along your guys’ adventure Yuuji kept stopping to help people out, old granny needing to cross the street. Some guy asked him to hold something real quick and let’s not forget the constant, and I mean constant, petting of stray cats

In which you joined but having to drag him away from them whenever you two see them. “Yuuji, Come on this is like the 5th cat today! We’ll see them again!” Yuuji started to whine when your dragged him by his hoodie, making granny hands at the cat.

“But Y/N! They look so lonely though! We can’t just leave them-“ You sigh as you let him go. Causing him to run back for the cat and held him in his arms. Those arms of his...were they this muscular before? You see how small the cat looks in his strong arms. You felt your face flushed at the idea of him shirtless-

“Hey, Y/N is something wrong?” Yuuji tilted his head as he went back to you. Snapping out of your daze you shook your head. “Yea, I’m fine. I just uh...lost in thought” Yuuji gave a simple hum before you two continue walking

But then it hit you. “Wait, Yuuji are you seriously gonna bring that cat along?” You pointed at the kitty. It was a cute but skinny looking calico cat, they didn’t have a collar or anything that says it was owned by someone

“I mean yea, i don’t want this poor baby getting sick or hurt out there!” He gently petted their head as they purred and meows. You smile a bit, he was so sweet no matter who it was.

“Alright fine, but how are we going to explain to the teachers about having a cat on us?” You raised a brow. Yuuji thought for a bit. Looking up at the sky before he lets out a tiny “Ah-ha”

“I’ll hide them in my pocket! See? There’s enough room for the lil guy!” He gently placed the kitten in his pants pocket, which has the kitten’s small paws clinging at the edge of his pocket. A sight left your lips when you thought about it for a moment. I mean, I guess it’s better than you possibly stuffing them in your shirt. You just smiled at Yuuji and gave him a thumbs up as an approval. Yuuji’s smile only grew as he pets the kitten in his pocket, continuing to head down the path to go to your school. You two were tardy of course but worth it since you and Yuuji end up becoming even more closer. Yuuji was also noticeably very cautious with his surrounding as he made sure the kitten wasn’t seen or hurt. Hard to explain afterwards when one of the members of the occult club that you now had a 5th “member”, But they were so in love with the kitten that they made them their official mascot. Named them “Spooks”, go figures but Spooks has been such a good kitten. Collectively you guys as a group decided to take care of the kitten by taking turns on who they go home to. Usually ends up leaving to be either you are Yuuji but you didn’t mind. Though as time passed and after what happened to your friends back at the club. Yuuji slowly became distant, he was acting weird and was slowly you two were distancing, which broke your heart- You had love this fool for a while now and when you heard he was moving, not even telling you personally about it either so the shock on your face was expected. “You’re moving?! How come you didn’t tell me!” You grabbed his wrist to stop him as he was heading out of the school gates. Yuuji didn’t turn around to face you, he couldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to tell you whats going on in his life. He didn’t want you to get yourself hurt if you became more involved in his life. “Come on, answer me! Tell me what’s going on with you?!” You started to get a little more louder as you felt tears stream down your cheeks. Your vision was blurry and glassy from you holding back tears. “You left me in the dark these past days all of the sudden! You...You just act like as if I didn’t exist” Yuuji’s heart was breaking hearing your voice crack. He slowly clenched his fist, holding back tears as well You slowly felt tears trickle from your cheek as your grip slowly loosens. You hate to admit it but slowly...you need to learn to let him go. If this is how he wants to end things let it happen, but the memories of you and him. The days you two hanging out at his place and trying to finish your homework together turns to be another gaming night and movie night. Those days of you two hanging out in the park and playing on the swing will all be over. The days of you two getting ice cream and see who finish theirs the fastest will be a distant memory. Feeling Yuuji hug you when you in need of comfort, even if it’s small like you watched a sad movie with a dog in it. Yuuji will just be now a distant memory. You refuse to look up at him as your head hung low. Yuuji couldn’t stand the sound of you in distress. Before you could look you suddenly feel his arms around you. His comforting warmth covers your body before you start sobbing into him, gripping his back while you cry into him. Staining his hoodie, Yuuji gently rubbed your back as he sighs. “I’m sorry, Y/N...I’m sorry.” Is all he could say as he held you close into his arm. Your sobbing became quiet feeling yourself couch from how hard you were crying. He didn’t knew what else to say but he wants to find a way to fix this. Something, anything that could show you how he cares about you. He didn’t think this might work, in fact he was ready for a slap on the face but it’s the only thing he could think of. He suddenly cupped your face, nose red with puffy eyes you stared up at him before he leaned in and kissed you on the lips. He didn’t care about feeling how wet your cheek was on his he just wanted to make things right You were stunned at first, standing there like a idiot as your face was slowly feeling warm. You slowly hugged him close as you two got into the kiss, feeling the pressure of your soft lips on his you two held each other close. You pulled away only to catch your breath as you two stared at each other. Yuuji felt his heart racing while you stood there in shock, he kissed you Yuuji kissed you. You felt like passing out right there. But you just stood there. Slowly your tears stop flowing as Yuuji wiped some of his with his sleeves. “I ...have a lot of explaining to do. S-So...So much explains to but, just know that...I’ve always loved you, Y/N” He always have. He just doesn’t know if you felt the same. But seeing your smile slowly forming on your face he would say otherwise

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Omg Kacey you should write about the dad witchers being reluctant about getting their child's first ever pet, since you know dad's usually don't want the pet but always end up falling in love with it 😅

A/N: Sooo I did a thing and combined a few of these together for a dad!witchers fic...... I hope this turned out well cause I don’t normally combine asks like this...

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Lambert

“No. No way! Absolutely not!”

“Lambert-,”

“No, Y/N! Don’t even use that tone with me! You know cats don’t like witchers! Do you know what I am? A witcher, Y/N!” Your husband threw his hands into the air rather dramatically.

You faked a look of surprise, eyes widening and mouth falling open.

“Really? A witcher? After all these years, you never thought to tell me? I had absolutely no way of knowing.”

“That attitude is not necessary, Y/N.” Lambert muttered. He turned his head to look in the direction Eva was in.

She sat in the grass beneath the tall oak in the front yard. The calico kitten that you brought back from your trip to town was bouncing around in the grass next to her.

“Lambert, Eva is excited that she found it.” You lowered your voice as you followed his gaze to your daughter. “It’s young and needs a home.”

“It probably has fleas. And it stinks. I can smell it all the way over here.” The witcher grumbled.

“Lambert, please.” Your eyes found him. “It would break her heart if we had to find another home for it.”

Yellow eyes searched yours for a few moments before he groaned loudly.

“Fine. She can keep the mangy thing. But I don’t want it anywhere near my bed or near me. Don’t want its fur making me itchy.”

“I didn’t think witchers were allergic to anything.”

“We aren’t…. I just don’t like cat hair.”

“Okay, Mr. Grumpy.” You gave him a smile, placing your hand on his arm. “Thank you.”

He muttered something incoherent under his breath, eyes flickering back to the cat.

***

A few days had passed since the kitten came to live within your home. Lambert kept his distance from the cat promptly named Patches due to the patches of orange, black, brown, and white fur it had.

The witcher was currently in the living room taking a nap on his favorite chair that sat nearest to the fireplace.

A pressure on his lap began to pull him from his sleep. He shifted around a bit. The weight moved from his lap to his arm.

Whatever it was, it was warm…. And it seemed to have four points of contact.

As those thoughts went through Lambert’s head, he found himself suddenly awake and looking down at the cat. Patches looked back up at him and meowed rather loudly.

“Ah! Fuck!”

Patches continued to walk along his arm, perfectly balanced on his forearm. Its tail flicked back and forth.

“Y/N!”

“Mommy’s outside with the horses.” Eva spoke from the kitchen table.

“Eva! Eva! Come get the cat!”

“I’m coloring, daddy.”

“Eva Marie!”

“Daddy, he’s just a little kitty. He’s not gonna hurt you.”

“Eva, come get this cat-,”

“You’re scared of kitty cats!” Eva giggled. “Wait until I tell Uncle Geralt and Uncle Esk!”

“I’ll give the kitty cat to Uncle Geralt and Uncle Esk and let him have it.” Lambert muttered under his breath, mimicking the way Eva has said Eskel’s name. She had yet to learn how to properly say Eskel’s name and was still calling him ‘Esk’ just as she had when she was learning to talk.

Patches meowed again then jumped up onto Lambert’s shoulder. He tensed up, eyes closing tightly as he prepared for something to happen.

“What are you in here yelling for?” You closed the front door behind yourself.

“Y/N, I swear. This damn cat is about to be coyote food if you don’t….” Lambert trailed off as Patches curled up on his shoulder. “What-What is it doing?”

“Looks like Patches is getting ready to suck your blood.” You giggled. You moved towards the table, admiring Eva’s drawings.

Lambert’s glare on the cat softened as he realized it seemed to be falling asleep on his shoulder. Its heartbeat was slowing down and it made a low purring noise.

“I think daddy’s scared of Patches.” Eva whispered to you.

You looked over at your husband. He was no longer as tense as what he had been. He even had one hand up on the cat to pet it.

“I think he’s getting used to him.” You leaned down to kiss her head.

Eskel

Rain trickled down from dark clouds above the house. Eskel guided his horse towards the barn. Both were eager to get out of the rain. But as Eskel neared the barn door, Scorpion began to pull against the lead and grunt.

“Easy, boy.”

Scorpion made noises of displeasure, backing away from the barn as if something lurked inside that posed a threat. His ears were pressed flat against his head and his nostrils flared.

Eskel knew what he was trying to say and wouldn’t press him to go any further. Curious and concerned about what was in the barn, he tethered the horse to a post just outside of the barn before entering the structure.

Though the barn was pitch black, the witcher had no trouble seeing in the dark.

He could hear the goats before he saw them. They bleated from their enclosure to the right, wanting his attention immediately. He’d greet them after he found out what had Scorpion so upset.

Venturing further into the barn, your horse stuck its head out of its stable.

Eskel was confused. The animals in the barn didn’t seem concerned or distraught. Why was Scorpion so afraid?

As he was turned to leave, he caught an unfamiliar scent in the air. It was the distinct odor of wild canine.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he began to follow the scent trial to the very last stall on the left. Peering over the stall door, Eskel spotted a pair of eyes peering up at him.

***

“Y/N!” He shouted your name as he entered the house. The force at which he barged in spooked you, making you jump to your feet. He was never so loud and disruptive.

“Eskel! What is it?” You panicked, fearing something terrible had happened.

“There’s a wolf in the barn. Have we lost any of the livestock since I’ve been gone?” He asked, moving towards the window at the back of the house that faced the woods. “Is Lil Bleater still in here?”

“Oh, Eskel.” You put your hand over your heart and laughed softly.

He turned his head to look at you, eyes widening. Why were you laughing?

“It’s just a pup.”

“And a pup means the mother is nearby. I wanted to make sure you, Nadia, and Bleater were safe before I remove it and take it back to the woods-,”

“NO!” Nadia shouted from the hallway.

Both you and Eskel looked in her direction.

“Daddy, you can’t take her back!” Nadia shook her head, brows furrowed together as she moved towards you. She tugged at the skirt of your nightgown. “Tell him, mommy! Tell him!”

“We found the pup in the woods a week ago.” You put your hand on her head as you looked at your husband. “It was crying out horribly. Its family had been killed by hunters. So we took it in. Everyone in the barn has adjusted to it.”

“Y/N, it’s…. It’s a wolf.” Eskel spoke quietly, not wanting to upset Nadia. “It won’t stay small forever. It’s dangerous.”

“I know, love. But right now…. Now it’s just a baby.” You offered him a little smile. “It’s just a helpless little thing. Think of when you found Bleater.”

“She’s a goat, Y/N.”

You fell silent. You knew Eskel wouldn’t be happy with the wolf pup being in the barn. It would be dangerous for Nadia and you knew this, but she never went outside without either of you with her anyways. You’d never let harm fall on her.

You brushed your fingers through Nadia’s hair, looking down at her.

“Come on, darling. We must go back to bed. I’m sure daddy will come tuck you in momentarily.”

“What about Luna, mommy?”

“Luna?” Eskel repeated.

“The puppy.”

Eskel sighed, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes.

“Nadia, love. It’s not a puppy–,”

“But she is, daddy! She’s a puppy and she gives me kisses and nibbles on my fingers when I give her leftovers from dinner!”

“You’ve been feeding it?” Eskel’s eyes shot up to you.

“I wasn’t going to let it starve out there.”

“I won’t let you take her!” Nadia dashed towards the door but her father was quicker, stepping into her way and placing a hand on the door.

“Nadia, I’m– I need you to calm down for a moment.”

“Don’t take her, daddy!”

“I’m not, love. I just need you to calm down. Take a deep breath and calm down for me. Okay? Can you do that?”

Nadia took a deep breath, her brows still furrowed together as she looked at Eskel.

“It’s late and you need to sleep.” He kissed her temple. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, daddy.”

“In the morning, we can talk about her. About Luna. For tonight, she can stay in the barn.”

Nadia threw her arms around Eskel’s neck, squeezing him tightly.

“Thank you, daddy! Thank you! Thank you!”

Eskel looked at you as he rubbed her back.

“We’ll introduce you to Luna in the morning.” You moved to kiss him. “Let’s get little Nadia to bed.”

Geralt

Geralt placed his sword down against the wall next to the front door. He brushed his fingers through his hair, letting out a soft breath as he listened to what was going on throughout the house.

The house was silent which was quite odd. Bram and Lana were quite a loud pair and always kept you and Geralt on your toes.

The witcher furrowed his brows, listening carefully for the teenagers. They were out in the backyard.

“Ew, Lana! Get that thing away from me!”

“Calm down, Bram.”

“Where are you going with that thing?”

“I’m taking it into the house.”

“Are you mad? Mom and dad will kill you!”

A hand on the small of Geralt’s back surprised him. You stood next to him, having just walked into the house.

“Is everything alright, love?” You asked, brows furrowed together. “I scared you.”

“Just listening to the kids.” Geralt shook his head softly. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “How was your trip to the market?”

“Bountiful. Found Bram new trousers. He’s as rough on clothes as you are.” You began to pull the items out from a basket and satchel you placed on the table. “I also found him a few books I thought he might like. They’re those old folk stories he likes.”

Geralt picked one of the books up, inspecting the cover page. He hummed.

“He used to read these to Lana when she was little.”

“He did.” You smiled. “And for Lana, our wild one, I found a few little trinkets and a lovely dagger I thought she’d like. It has a pretty ruby-,”

“Mom! Dad!” Bram came through the back door, unknowingly interrupting you.

“Hello, Bram.” You greeted him.

“Lana’s going to be in- Ooh, what did you bring home?” He was quickly distracted by the knickknacks you placed on the table.

“The trousers, the books, and the ring are yours.”

Bram picked up the ring to examine it.

“It looks like one that Uncle Jaskier wears.”

“It’s very similar. I thought you might like it.”

“Mom! Dad! Come take a look at this!” Lana spoke excitedly as she moved towards the kitchen.

Geralt lifted his head to look at his daughter. His stomach dropped at the sight of the creature she held in her hands. It was a long black and brown snake.

“Lana! What are you doing with that thing in the house?” You sighed.

“I wanted to show you the little guy. He looks really cute, doesn’t he?”

“Lana, go put that thing back where you found it.” Geralt spoke rather quickly.

“Are you afraid of him, daddy? He’s just a little snake.” Lana took a step towards Geralt, who became rigid as he watched the animal carefully.

“Lana, you’re such a creep!”

“Bram!” You scolded your son. “Lana, we don’t bring wild animals into the house. You’re fourteen. You should know that.”

“But there was a hawk outside and I didn’t want him to get eaten.” Lana frowned, looking down at the snake. It began to slither up her arm towards her neck. “Do you think we could keep him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“But dad!”

“It could be venomous, Lana.”

“Dad, we were talking just last week about getting a pet!”

“A dog, not a snake. Take it out into the forest far enough away that it won’t attack the chickens.”

You could see the tears well up in her eyes as she looked down at the snake. She nodded her head obediently and turned to leave.

“Bram, go with your sister. Make sure she’s safe.”

As your son left the house, your eyes found Geralt.

“You’ve faced monsters as big as mountains and yet you’re afraid of a snake?” You moved to put away the items remaining in the basket.

“Y/N, you can’t honestly expect me to let her have one of those in the house, can you?” Geralt furrowed his brows at you.

“It’s a harmless garden snake, Geralt.”

“It could constrict around her.”

You said nothing, humming softly as you moved past your husband. His hand found your arm.

“Dove.” He murmured. “It’s a dangerous animal.”

“I like them.” You looked up at him, searching his golden eyes. “And I think it’s cute that you are fearful of them.”

“Y/N.”

“Fear is a good look in your eyes, dear husband.” You tried to walk away but Geralt slipped his arm around your waist, drawing your body to his. You giggled, allowing him to lean down and kiss your lips.

“I don’t understand why you like those things.”

“Well I do. And so does your daughter apparently.” You placed your hands on his biceps. “I think…. Geralt, I think you should let her keep it.”

“Dove-,”

“I had a snake when I was young, you know. They are very intelligent and fascinating creatures. And I think she is mature enough for one.”

Geralt turned his head to look at the door.

“Bram doesn’t like them. Snakes.”

“Then we get him a dog.” You grinned, slipping out of your husband’s arms.

“But we agreed on one pet.”

“Well we can’t get one a pet that the other won’t like.” You reasoned.

“You are nothing but trouble, dear wife.”

“Always have been.” You winked at him.

A grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

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