For the 5 ficlet, how about percabeth and the five times one of them tries getting a pet?
Percy was six years old when his mother took him to the aquarium for the first time. Sally and Gabe had gotten married a few months ago and things at home hadn’t gone the way she planned, but she finally managed to save enough money to take Percy out to a nice place.
Percy was more than happy to visit the aquarium, even though he wasn’t sure why he was hearing voices calling him “Lord”. When he told Sally, she just laughed and told him to find his favorite exhibit, Percy didn’t see the worry on his mother’s face.
Percy loved the aquarium, he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this happy—well, a time when his mother’s cooking wasn’t involved. They stayed there from opening time until closing, enjoying each other’s company and feeling happy to be together, away from Gabe.
“Can we buy a fish?” Percy said when they were walking back home.
“I don’t think right now is the best time to get a pet,” Sally said, holding his hand a little bit tighter.
“I can take care of it, mom!” Percy replied. “Please! I can buy the food with my allowance!”
“Gabe won’t allow it sweetie, but I promise you, one day I’ll get you a pet,” Sally said.
“I’m really sorry baby, I truly am.” Sally couldn’t look Percy in the eyes; she didn’t want to see the sadness in them. “But maybe I can bake you some cookies?”
“Can I help?”
Sally laughed. “Of course you can! You’re my little assistant after all!”
omg please write Kylo and Hux having an argument and fox!Hux hiding on the roof but Kylo freaks out because he can't find him
Kylo has been on the phone with his boss for at least 30 minutes, Hux notes. His mate is angry, shouting down the phone about unfair deadlines and coworkers who aren’t pulling their weight.
There’s a final, snarky ‘whatever!’ from Kylo before Hux hears him slam the phone back into its holder, and he’s storming out of the kitchen and to the front door.
“We’re out of milk,” Kylo says, huffing.
Hux looks up as best as he can manage from where he lies upside-down on the couch, legs over the back and the tips of his ears almost brushing the floor. Kylo is already putting his coat on, a solemn look on his face.
“I’ll come with you,” Hux says matter-of-factly, flipping himself around until he’s the right way up, climbing up to his feet.
“I’ll go on my own. It’s only down the street,” Kylo says, grabbing his scarf. “Just stay here.”
Hux shakes his head.
“It’ll only take me a second to get my clothes,” he says, looking down at himself, having learned that going outside in just a sweater and his underwear–with his tail and ears out– isn’t acceptable.
“You don’t have to follow me everywhere, Hux,” Kylo mutters, sighing. “I’m capable of going to the store on my own.”
“I’m aware,” Hux says, shrugging. “But you’re my mate. I want to be with you, act like real partners do, like I’m not just your pet–”
“Then quit acting like one and stay here!”
Hux freezes, his ears immediately dropping. He feels a strange welling sensation in the pit of his stomach, rising up to consume his chest, and only when the tears are in his eyes does he realise that it’s sadness; a feeling that’s alien to him, experiencing nothing but joy and contentment since his relationship with Kylo began.
Kylo says nothing, just averts his gaze from his distraught fox and leaves their top-floor apartment, leaves Hux standing alone and staring at the place where Kylo had been only seconds ago.
His mind reels in turmoil: does Kylo truly just see him as a nuisance? A pet that follows him around to the point where he’d rather be rid of him? Not a lover, not a partner, not a mate. A bothersome pest.
Hux blinks hard, causing the tears to start to fall as he turns and walks into their bedroom, shedding his clothes on the way, summoning the natural magic that’s weaved into his soul to shift into his animal body. Usually, he doesn’t think twice about changing his form; a fox is a fox, regardless of its skin or its fur, it’s woven into his soul, but as he catches his reflection in the mirror, Hux growls at himself.
What he’d give to have been born a human.
Having explored the area around his new den when he first met Kylo, Hux knows the quietest spots without venturing too far into the unknown. Putting his two front paws on the big window in their bedroom, Hux pushes it open and hops out onto the balcony, and he’s hit by the cold September breeze, but he doesn’t dwell on it. An animal belongs outside, doesn’t it?
He leaps up onto the railing, knowing that he can make the jump from here to the ledge of the roof, though he does frighten himself when his back paws land in the plastic gutter and part of it snaps off, making him yelp in surprise.
Quickly scarpering up to the flat part of the building’s roof, Hux settles himself down in the closest corner, hoping the raised edge would shelter him from the wind at least a little. He wraps his tail around himself for extra warmth, wanting nothing more than to be curled up in bed with Kylo, blankets wrapped around them, his mate’s heavy breath on his skin.
Hux whimpers. He should’ve known the life of a human could never work for a wild animal like him.
Kylo returns home feeling absolutely rotten.
With his job potentially lost because of a failing on his part, he knows that the rent this month is going to be tight, as is his usual grocery shopping, and there’s no way he’s allowing himself to neglect his fox’s appetite. Hux deserves all the nuts and berries and meats that he wants; Kylo is certain he’d be in a bad place if it weren’t for his relationship with Hux.
And now, he’s pushed him away out of fear.
“Hux?” Kylo calls out, opening the door to their apartment, feeling a chill in the air. “We need to talk. I’m sorry.”
But his words are only met with complete silence, a word that doesn’t really apply to Hux; always chattering to himself, always making comments about the complexities of the human world to Kylo, always making a noise somewhere in their home.
“Hux? Come out, okay? I’m sorry, I swear,” Kylo says, walking around the apartment, looking in the spots that Hux usually likes to sit in when he’s in his fox form. Under the coffee table, in the closet, on top of the pile of fresh towels in the bathroom, on Kylo’s desk chair, but he finds nothing. Until, that is, Kylo finds the grey sweater and grey underwear that his fox had been wearing before he left him. That, and the window being open.
“Fuck,” Kylo whispers, turning on the spot. “Hux? Hux!”
His mind can only focus on the possibility that Hux has left him for good, run away because of Kylo’s words. He goes out onto the balcony but doesn’t find Hux there either. Kylo closes his eyes in defeat; he’d compared Hux to a pet. The man–fox, whatever–that’s brought unbelievable happiness to his life, and Kylo calls him a pet, implies he’s a pest.
He turns to go back into the apartment but frowns when something snaps underneath his boot. Lifting his foot, Kylo sees bits of black plastic on the floor and he immediately looks up, seeing pieces missing from the gutter above their balcony.
“Hux?” Kylo calls out one final time and he hears the softest of growls in response.
Carelessly ignoring the risk, Kylo stands on the balcony chair and climbs up onto the roof, his gaze immediately latching onto a ball of freezing fur snuggled into the corner. He can’t see the fox’s face; he’s buried his nose in his tail, either hiding his grief or protecting himself from the wind. Either way, Kylo feels his chest ache.
“Oh, Hux,” Kylo says, approaching him slowly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it–”
As he reaches his hand out, Hux snaps at it, bearing his teeth, reminding Kylo of the first time he’d brought the injured little fox into his home, afraid and angry.
“I deserve that,” Kylo says. He begins taking off his coat, shrugging it off, never breaking eye contact with Hux. “Change for me? I need to talk to you.”
Hux blinks at him, twitching his ears.
“Yes, you can listen to me whilst you’re in this body but I’d rather you be able to talk back. Please?”
Kylo shuffles closer and stretches his hand out again, and Hux allows him stroke his head, scratching the sensitive patch behind his right ear. Hux hums seemingly happily, and Kylo feels the familiar change in the air as Hux changes into his human body right in front of him; fur changing to skin, paws becoming hands, eyes remaining the same.
As soon as he’s shifted, Kylo hands Hux his coat and the fox puts it on, fastening it tightly around his lithe and pale body.
“Well. Go on then,” Hux says, kneeling opposite Kylo. “Tell me what I already know.”
“And what’s that?”
“That I’m a pet, not a partner. Just a pest and not a lover.”
“I was upset, it was wrong of me to take my anger out on you,” Kylo mutters, shaking his head, hand grabbing Hux’s and holding on tightly. “I’m sorry. It’s not true. You’re my mate, aren’t you? Just as I’m yours.”
Hux looks down at their hands, tail subconsciously curling around his bare legs.
“I’ll stop following you everywhere,” he says.
“No, don’t,” Kylo replies quickly. “I don’t want you to. I want to be the one to show you new things, I want to spend every second of my time with you…I’m sorry, Hux. I am. My job–we need money. Or we’ll lose the den.”
Hux looks saddened for a moment before looking up, green eyes shining. He shuffles forward, climbing into Kylo’s lap, wrapping his arms around his mate’s neck, kissing his cheek.
“Kylo,” Hux begins, stroking his fingers through his mate’s dark hair. He presses his forehead against Kylo’s temple and sighs. “We could live in a box in an alleyway and I wouldn’t care. I…love you. My ridiculous human.”
Kylo smiles, and nuzzles himself against Hux, having learned that such a natural show of affection is what soothes Hux the most.
Louis adjusted his suspenders a bit and picked up the next book when someone cleared their throat behind him, making Louis jump. He spun quickly around, hand on his chest and just barely remembered to not drop Diana Gabaldon’s newest thousand page hardback that would definitely have done damage to Louis’ feet.
Standing in front of him was someone who looked like he had just walked out of a motorcycle commercial. He had his hair pulled up in a bun, was wearing what looked to be an expensive as fuck leather jacket over a ratty Rolling Stones t-shirt, and were those sparkly boots? Louis wasn’t quite sure how to take him, but he certainly had a presence. He was also likely confused about his location and was clearly about to ask where the DVD section was.
Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local library.
Happiest of birthdays to my darling Ellie! I hope you like this fic at least half as much as I like you.
Hey guys!! Wanted to share something different
and a little gift that my sweet Minji-chan @vvictor asked me to do hehe :D Little drawing of Victuuri! :D I’m still beguining in the coloring, once I finish I post on here. Hope you enjoy the little surprise~
Hello again~! So I think one of you writes for MTMTE based on the rules and some requests I've seen? But if I'm wrong feel free to ignore this, I'm sorry! >.< And I know I've already asked this (im trying to think up some more creative asks lol) but I really enjoyed that cute asf response you wrote to my cat ask. So if you're up for it could I get MTMTE Rung, Rodimus, Tailgate, Swerve, and Drift reacting to their s/o being able to turn into a cat whenever they want?
Rung~ Is actually not too surprised at the fact you can change into a cat. To be honest he’s found your secondary form to be very therapeutic and soothing after a trying appointment or just a long day. He loves holding you in his lap and lazily petting your back as the two of you either watch a holovid or he reads and you nap.
Rodimus~ Loves this because if he thought you were cute before (and actually teased and told you about it) now he does it twice as often because- Babe! You turn into a ball of fluff! He loves going about his daily tasks with you curled up close to his neck or sitting on his shoulders and giving certain Bots the infamous cat stare of doom.
Tailgate~ IS A MESS! A CAT??? WHAT’S THAT??? YOU’RE SO C U T E!!! The poor dear has absolutely lost his mind and doesn’t know what to do with himself now that his beloved human is smaller and cuter than before. He loves bringing you with him everywhere as a kitty, he’ll even give you a ton of rides on his hoverboard. After a few accidents (there was nothing broken thank goodness) he took his board to Brainstorm and asked for a little kitty seat to be put in for you. Now you two speed demons tear up and down the halls together.
Swerve~ Really feels like you’re soothing to his sometimes frazzled nerves. Often times he’ll let you sit on his bar, even though you’re not a customer, while he opens or closes shop. He likes hanging out with you as a kitty, but his favorite time is when the two of you are back in his habsuit and you curl up on his chest and purr. You really relax him and often times he’ll slowly slip away into recharge peacefully.
Drift~ Despite living on the Lost Light, he’s a little surprised that you’re able to do this. He does enjoy it though and has found that while obviously you’re not a pet, your presence during his meditation is a wonderful sensation. While he’s meditating you’re often found in his lap with his hand on your head giving rhythmic rubs as he sits there. He is very good at giving back skritches and you always pester him and make cat noises when he trys (and fails) to ignore your pestering for his skritches. It’s very peaceful between the two of you. Unless you sleep in the habsuit with him as a cat. Then he get’s upset in a harmless, cute way because you always end up crawling onto his faceplate in the middle of the night.
Ok, first I wanted to thank you guys because I got 100 FREAKIN NOTES ON TALE AS OLD AS TIME❤❤❤YOU PEOPLE ARE AMAZING
And this is a requested oneshot based on MY DARLING BUCKY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT MY LOVES!!
“I was wondering if I could have one with Bucky..where we are having an argument in front of the team and without thinking, I tell him I’m pregnant?”
You raced into Avengers Tower and threw your bag onto the couch, receiving a few looks from the other teammates who were there.
“Someone’s in a rush,” Natasha comments.
“I’ve been in a briefing for 5 hours and all I’ve been thinking of was that damn cheesecake,” you reply as you give her a quick hug. Sam and Steve share a look.
Steve clears his throat. “Y/N, about that cheesecake-”
“SHUT UP I’M HUNGRY,” you snapped. Your cravings have been out of control lately. You ordered your favorite cheesecake from your favorite bakery and had it delivered while you were at the bakery. It’s been the only thing on your mind.
You run inside the kitchen, not paying attention to anything else but the fridge. You open it wide in search for your cheesecake.
“Where the fuck is my cake?”, you grumble, still searching.
You whip around to find your boyfriend, Bucky, with an empty cheesecake box in front of him and a fork in his hand.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he says as he drops the fork. “I didn’t know it was yours.”
You feel yourself start to get hot. Your eyes narrow as you breathe heavily.
“Did. You. Just. Eat. My. Fucking. Cheesecake?”
“I didn’t know, Y/N. I’m sorry.”
Stay calm, you thought. Don’t get mad.
“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES! THAT WAS MY CHEESECAKE! I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT ALL FUCKING DAY!”
“Why are you so pissed? It’s just a cake.”
“IT WAS MY CAKE. I’VE BEEN HAVING CRAVINGS ALL DAY.”
You notice the team gathered behind you, and you can already tell they want to laugh.
Bucky grabs your hands. “I’ll buy you another cake!”
“IT’S GONNA TAKE FOREVER! DON’T YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN’T MAKE A PREGNANT WOMAN WAIT?!?!”
The room fell silent. Bucky let go of your hands.
“Are you… pregnant?,” he whispers.
Damn it, Y/N, you thought.
You cooled down instantly.
“Surprise?”, you respond, feeling extremely nervous over his reaction.
He is emotionless for a moment, then breaks out into a big smile.
“MY GIRL IS PREGNANT,” he shouts, picking you up and spinning you around. The team cheers behind you.
“I’M GONNA BE AN UNCLE,” Steve screams, hugging everyone in sight.
“I’M GONNA BE AN AUNT,” Wanda adds.
“I’m gonna pay for everything,” Tony mumbles. You laugh and kiss his cheek.
Bucky pulls you into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
You sigh. “I didn’t know how. All that was on my mind was the damn cheesecake.”
“I’ll get you another one, I promise. But first things first. STEVE GO GET THE THING.”
“I’M GETTING THE THING.”
Steve runs out of the room, leaving the rest of you confused. A few moments later he runs back in with a small box.
“HERE IS THE THING,” he screams as he throws it to Bucky.
Bucky gets down on one knee and opens the box, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring.
You gasp and cover your mouth, already feeling tears about to form.
“Y/N L/N, I can’t imagine my life without you. You are my world, my savior, my guardian angel. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now, but I could never find the right words. I love having someone who challenges me everyday, makes my life interesting. I mean, you just yelled at me for eating your cheesecake! You’ve saved me from Hydra, the Winter Soldier, and my nightmares. Every time I wake up, I love seeing you there right next to me. I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
You wipe the tears from your eyes. “Of course, you dork.”
The team starts to cheer behind you as Bucky places the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly. As he stands up you press your lips to his, feeling more in love with him than you ever had before.
As you pull away, you whisper, “But you still owe me my cheesecake.”
He laughs, letting the tears fall from his eyes (you loved how he wasn’t afraid to show emotion). “Whatever you want, Mrs. Barnes.”
You can hear Tony grumble, “Another thing I gotta pay for.”