Little Fish Baby

azlariel:

syx-blue:

“I still have some of the sunfish I cooked for you, but he may like uncooked better,” Minion mused. Seeing the little guy staring up at him, the hench-fish moved closer and knelt. He offered his arms but didn’t make any move to grab or pick up. He didn’t want to startle the little guy with unwanted touch, especially if his skin turned out to be a sensitive as Minion’s scales. He flashed a bright friendly smile filled with teeth, “Why hello there.”

“Didn’t we get a bunch of those little fishy fish things that you put in a tank,” Syx gestured around forgetting the name of the type, “he could have some of those.”

Minion cringed sheepishly, “I got hungry.”

As soon as he can, the little alien reaches up to place both hands on the side of Minion’s tank. Carefully, as if he was on the edge of bolting still, and the feel of the glass has him giving a brief flash of teeth in frustration. Not used to something being between him and what was obviously water.

Trilling another question, his focus flickers away toward Syx again, solid black eyes focusing on the teenager.

“Oh!” Minion can understand the confusion with glass, he recalled that from his days as a little fry. The fish ducked his tank lower and touched the top. The nearly invisible seam moved at his touch. It had taken them forever to figure out how to mimic even a degree of the technology that had gone into the perfect sphere Minion had been sent to Earth in. In the end, all they had really managed was the trick top and nearly shatter-proof glass, “See, the water’s inside.”

Syx knelt near them, watching the baby and his life-long friend, “I wish I could understand you, little guy,” he sighed, “We’re trying to help. Promise. You need water too, right? Like Minion?”

He looked up at his friend, “Should I just get some of the cooked fish then?”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

“She can change shapes? We really aren’t sure what the limits are because of the memory loss, but she can turn into a full wolf or a werewolf sort of thing in between. Her mindset seems very… wolf-like? No matter what form. Also blue glowing eyes, they’re… heavenly,” Syx sighed, “And she is. She knows about the entirety of the four other people I’ve had sex with and her only stipulation is knowing I’m coming home to her in the end. And well,” he chuckled, biting his lip as he recalled his predate well wishes from his mate, “She did mark me before I left, but I deeply assure you she both knows about you, is happy for us, and wants to meet you.”

Seeing Syx so happy as he talks about this woman can’t help but make Harrison smile. Its how he feels about Wayne. He may love Syx and enjoy the relationship they’re building, but Wayne is home. He’s not sure he could be with Syx like this without his mates love and support.

“We’re a lucky pair,” he says, somewhat a non-sequitur as his words don’t necessarily explain the train of thought that got him there. “To have found such wonderful mates. I can’t wait to meet yours. She has good taste in clothes so I like her already.” He squeezed Syx’s hands one last time with a cheeky grin, then let them go to slide his plate and drink over to where he was sitting. This is where he wants to be now, next to this charming man he adores so much.

As they slide apart, Syx laughed, “She certainly does, though you’d hardly know from what she normally wears. Which is next to nothing,” he winked, “Which is a lovely sight all by itself.”

Very content to have Harrison beside him, Syx shifted his leg to brush against his date’s as the villain took another bite of the meat. This was proving to reassure many of the worries Syx had wondered about. More than lust and definitely love. One compatible with them both having separate lives and separate mates. But still intertwined. Never in a million years would he have guess that his future would have lead him to this beautiful moment. A smile playing over his lips, he echoed, “Very lucky indeed.”

Wolf m!a

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

Sucking in a breath of surprise through his nose that came out more like a snort, Syx shifted to accommodate is now wolfy black mate. Nuzzling into her fur, he let out a small ‘woof’ and soft comfortable grumbles. She’d always smelled so wild and free and so very Anna in her wolf form. With his new nose it there was so much more to that now. In some ways far less than he could smell before, in others far more. He could smell himself on her, the sheets she’d slept in, the Lair and the things she’d touched, hints of the food she’d had. Her emotions and her Anna’ness were still there… but much of the subtle detail was lost.

Burying his nose into her fur, Syx snuffled his mate. Moving his nose around her with interest as he sought what his senses could no longer give him. And to marvel over all the olfactory information he was now getting.

It was the gentle nuzzle of her mate in this form that drew her to further relax, tilting her head off to the side to give him further access to whatever he may want to do and wherever he would want to sniff. It was all these actions that caused something magnificent to happen, the scent of pine and forest growing so strong she could suddenly picture it clearly in her mind. A place that felt so strongly of home she could feel the dirt beneath her, could hear the birds singing overhead. She could feel the sensation of her pack, could feel the rustling of her fur as her mother brushed by much like Syx was doing with his nose now…

She felt so alive, she felt so whole, a piece of her falling into place before the memory faded and remained at a reachable distance. Unaware to it, she had tears running along her fur, making soft whining noises in the back of her throat before she nuzzled against him and licked at his jaw with almost anxious actions. Taking in a breath, she shifted forms once again, breathing out heavily as she soon moved to embrace Syx, eyes closing tightly.

“Pack…” she whispered the word, knowing it to be true.

Syx distressed at her whining, whimpering softly back as he washed her face and pressed his body against hers. She meant the world to him no matter what shape she had. She was part of his home. Like Minion, he revolved around her movements in their lives like gravity. She was home. Where ever they were was home.

Never did he wasn’t her to be sad. His senses were thrown off in his wolf form, but as he washed her face he could tell it was far more complicated than just sad or happy tears. And pack… that seemed like a good word. He still wasn’t sure what sort of social groups his people formed, but the idea of having all his loved ones together, being near them in larger number than the standard human family unit… that sounded wonderful.

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Nodding, Syx’s cheeks colored a light lavender. He thread his fingers with Harrison’s as he spoke, “She’s the calm to my chaos and the hammer to my stubbornness. I’m thinking I’m going to ask her to be my Evil Queen. She’s already been living with us and just, god Harrison. She’s perfect and gorgeous. She loves me and she accepts this,” he held up their squeezed together hands, “She even helped pick out my outfit for tonight. And yeah,” his blush darkened, “We haven’t talked about it in earnest, but we both want kids. Well, she tends to put it as growing our pack. It’s a wolf thing.”

“Is-is she part wolf or something?” Harrison asked, blinking a few times in surprise. He’d been ready to ask if she knew about him, figuring from Syx’s dislike of dirty little sex secrets that she did. But it was a long way from knowing a thing to helping dress your lover for a date with another man. “And she really is okay? With us?” he added, trying and mostly failing to hide his anxieties over it.

“She can change shapes? We really aren’t sure what the limits are because of the memory loss, but she can turn into a full wolf or a werewolf sort of thing in between. Her mindset seems very… wolf-like? No matter what form. Also blue glowing eyes, they’re… heavenly,” Syx sighed, “And she is. She knows about the entirety of the four other people I’ve had sex with and her only stipulation is knowing I’m coming home to her in the end. And well,” he chuckled, biting his lip as he recalled his predate well wishes from his mate, “She did mark me before I left, but I deeply assure you she both knows about you, is happy for us, and wants to meet you.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx burst out laughing, “No, no, I know what you mean, and I am very thankful for the offer,” he grabbed Harrison’s hands to still them, “When the time comes I will gladly borrow your research, but Anna will be the one getting pregnant. Definitely.”

There was no way Syx could imagine anything involving an egg and himself… and best not to think too hard about how they’d need to get his dna for the baby. Speaking of dna, he chewed his lip, “I suppose that the testing before all that will let us know if Anna’s abilities are genetic or not. I haven’t finished any of my testing equipment for that. I got sidetracked.”

Harrison’s cheeks are still flushed with embarrassment but having Syx steady his fluttering hands helps. He remembers to breathe for starters. “Anna…. that’s your…. girlfriend? She lives with you?” he asks. He’s never been entirely clear about the nature of that relationship and now seems as good a time as any to clear things up. “And things are serious enough with her that you’d consider having a child with her?”

Nodding, Syx’s cheeks colored a light lavender. He thread his fingers with Harrison’s as he spoke, “She’s the calm to my chaos and the hammer to my stubbornness. I’m thinking I’m going to ask her to be my Evil Queen. She’s already been living with us and just, god Harrison. She’s perfect and gorgeous. She loves me and she accepts this,” he held up their squeezed together hands, “She even helped pick out my outfit for tonight. And yeah,” his blush darkened, “We haven’t talked about it in earnest, but we both want kids. Well, she tends to put it as growing our pack. It’s a wolf thing.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx raised a brow in question as Harrison moved, but he understood the moment the hand touched his cheek. His eyes fell closed as he leaned into the touch, blue skin on blue. As their lips touched, Syx scooted forward, his hand rising to cup the side of Harrison’s sharp jaw. He was half out of his own chair, lips moving with slow building need, when he recalled that they were at dinner.

With a gentle chuckle, he rested his forehead against Harrison’s giving him a nudge, forehead to forehead, “It’s something I want too… that I think about… fatherhood,” he licked his lips, he always assumed he’d adopt eventually, but there already were blue babies in this city, “Whenever that day comes.”

Harrison couldn’t help but get a little choked up at that. The idea of Syx with a little blue baby? Oh god it was adorable. And another blue playmate for Devin? A little one that he play big ‘brother’ or more like big cousin to? The mental picture made his lower lip wibble.

“Whenever that day comes, I will be happy to help in any way I can,” he replied heartily, nudging Syx back. Then he suddenly realized how that sounded.

“I mean, with the scientific end, the genetics and logistics of having healthy blue babies,” he rushed to say, moving his head away as he tried to wave his hands in the gesture of no. One child was enough at this point in his life and as much as he loved Syx, he couldn’t imagine raising a child with anyone but Wayne. “Not necessarily with the sexual conception of a child, I mean, assuming that’s what we’re talking about and not some kind of in vitro unless that’s what you want but I’m not sure if that’s what I want–” he babbled, unable to get himself out of the awkward hole he was continuing to dig.

Syx burst out laughing, “No, no, I know what you mean, and I am very thankful for the offer,” he grabbed Harrison’s hands to still them, “When the time comes I will gladly borrow your research, but Anna will be the one getting pregnant. Definitely.”

There was no way Syx could imagine anything involving an egg and himself… and best not to think too hard about how they’d need to get his dna for the baby. Speaking of dna, he chewed his lip, “I suppose that the testing before all that will let us know if Anna’s abilities are genetic or not. I haven’t finished any of my testing equipment for that. I got sidetracked.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Sliding his hand into Harrison’s Syx chewed on his lip, blushing slightly as he can down from his rant. He was really living up to the villain cliche of monologuing…

“I wish the word was different. I can’t even begin to tell you all the times I tried to dream up a different version of the world… it’s not uncommon you know? In the community… there are tiers of villainy,” he opened his mouth again, then thinking better of it, closed it again, “It doesn’t matter… I just hate how the world works. Sometimes I still get so angry at this rock of a planet… then I remember the people that live her that I love. And that love me back.”

Looking into Harrison’s eyes, he squeezed the man’s fingers, thumb running over his knuckles, “I just want the city to not be the same monster that chewed me up and spit me out. To be Metro City and not Metrocity,” he purposefully made the distinction in the name as he said it, rhyming the slurred name with atrocity, “For the next generation.”

“And that’s why I love you,” Harrison responded, a slight flush spreading across his cheeks as his fingers are squeezed. “Because we see the world so very differently…. but yet so much the same. We both want to make things better, in our own ways.”

He wanted so very much to be touching his date and in that moment he decides it. He drops Syx’s hand and picks up his chair, scooting it closer. Ignoring his plate and drink, he reaches up to cup Syx’s cheek. “You have no idea what it means to me to hear you say that. As a man, as an alien…. but mostly as a father.” He leans in and kisses Syx softly on the lips.

Syx raised a brow in question as Harrison moved, but he understood the moment the hand touched his cheek. His eyes fell closed as he leaned into the touch, blue skin on blue. As their lips touched, Syx scooted forward, his hand rising to cup the side of Harrison’s sharp jaw. He was half out of his own chair, lips moving with slow building need, when he recalled that they were at dinner.

With a gentle chuckle, he rested his forehead against Harrison’s giving him a nudge, forehead to forehead, “It’s something I want too… that I think about… fatherhood,” he licked his lips, he always assumed he’d adopt eventually, but there already were blue babies in this city, “Whenever that day comes.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx frowned softly and picked up his drink, sipping it and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the taste. He let himself get far too worked up over this sort of thing.

“Lots of things… most of the places I own are in the ghettos and run down neighborhoods. Low rent housing, corner stores, food banks, shelters… that sort of thing. Usually built on the site of a recently destroyed building as part of the city’s Disaster Repair Plan. Somehow the money and the blueprints just magically appear while I’m conveniently behind bars,” he fluttered his lashes innocently.

“Honestly, my Uncles run the vast majority of it. I’m just the face. If you ever walk into a shop that has my signature in the window or graffiti on the walls, it’s mine. Under my protection. Which basically just means that if someone robs it then either me or one of my Uncles pays them a visit and lets them know why they shouldn’t do that again.”

He held up a hand, “No it’s not a protection racket. The only thing I get out of it, especially when it started, was just people willing to actually sell to me and Minion. By the way, Nancy down near Evil Lair, she has an amazing butcher shop. Top quality from local farmers. She deals in other things too, but that’s where Minion buys all our meat and fish. Just never cross her, she’s mean with a butcher knife,” Syx laughed, though he blatantly realized gallows humor might not be best, “And uh… welcome to my inner circle? Only Anna and the Blues know all this… and now you.”

Harrison chewed on his bottom lip as he listened. He had asked, it was only fair. And honestly, none of it sounded that bad. It seemed like what Syx had told them when they first met and Harrison smiled softly at the memory. He’d thought that day that this little villain was quite the hero, even if he knew Syx would never admit it. Some of the more illegal aspects still gave him pause….. but at least he knew Syx was standing up for what he believed in.

“Thanks for letting me in,” he finally said, extending his hand across the table for Syx’s. “I can’t say I entirely understand this criminal underworld, but if you’re willing to be patient with me…. I want to understand you. You’re a much better man than I think you give yourself credit for.”

Sliding his hand into Harrison’s Syx chewed on his lip, blushing slightly as he can down from his rant. He was really living up to the villain cliche of monologuing…

“I wish the word was different. I can’t even begin to tell you all the times I tried to dream up a different version of the world… it’s not uncommon you know? In the community… there are tiers of villainy,” he opened his mouth again, then thinking better of it, closed it again, “It doesn’t matter… I just hate how the world works. Sometimes I still get so angry at this rock of a planet… then I remember the people that live her that I love. And that love me back.”

Looking into Harrison’s eyes, he squeezed the man’s fingers, thumb running over his knuckles, “I just want the city to not be the same monster that chewed me up and spit me out. To be Metro City and not Metrocity,” he purposefully made the distinction in the name as he said it, rhyming the slurred name with atrocity, “For the next generation.”

❓-character gets a strange question. Don’t you mean like 90% of your asks from me. ?

Megamind stared at the interviewer with his mouth open, his eyes shifting to look sidelong at the exit as he began to seriously regret agreeing to this interview in the first place.

“Uhh… you know… let’s just have fun with this? Just think of the most improbable thing you can think of… times six. And I’ll get back to you.”

Standing up abruptly, the villain started edging out of the room. Lacking a smock bomb he just threw his cape before him and backed away…

1000liveslived:

There was absolutely no denying the fact that their relationship was the furthest thing from being normal, nor even healthy, quite honestly. Constantly dancing between bickering, being friendly and tumbling between the sheets, it was always a toss up to just what would happen between them whenever they ran into one another. It wasn’t something Lyn really thought too much on, though of course Jim did know what all went on (~~even if he didn’t like it~~). Even if she didn’t know what it was that was goign on between them, it didn’t stop her from creating some kind of bond with him… and she thought she had made that much clear.

Though now, she wasn’t so sure. She hated the fact that her eyes closed as he cupped her cheek, hated the fact that she leaned into the touch she craved so deeply. She didn’t even react in the slightest when he spoke the nickname generally only Jim used… but then again Syx was among the very few she would tolerate calling her that. She was just about to pull away when he kissed her, taking in a sharp breath through her nose, exhaling heavily when he pulled to press his forehead against hers.

His question wasn’t met with an immediate answer, sighing out slowly with a low noise in the back of her throat, “..Fuck if I know… I jus’ know… if ya need somethin’ ta change.. I can change.. I can..” she murmured, her words quiet as she kept her eyes closed. Behind her lids she could see the images of her Father, Char, Bell… and Syx.

“Fuck…” Syx blew out a breath, “I… don’t know what to do…” he worried his lower lip between his teeth. His emotions in turmoil. Shifting, he pulled back just enough to get a breath of air that didn’t smell of Lyn. To try and clear his head.

With his legs curled beside her, the blue alien let his thoughts vocalize into the air between them. As he rambled softly, he ran his fingers over the fabric of the sheets below them.

“My mate is Anna… you met her at least once… the black wolf? She… knows about this. About me and you. But… this is still… half the time we’re at each other’s throats,” he rubbed his hands over his face roughly, “I’ve slept with all of five people, Em. But all the others I at least had it okayed beforehand, the fact that no one is the only one… even if in the end it fell apart because of that… Except you. Because it wasn’t supposed to happen. Wasn’t supposed to happen again. And again.”

He blushed lavender, his fingers brushing her leg, “You drive me insane. You push every one of my buttons. Somedays I swear I want to hit you until we’re both bleeding… somedays I just want to bite you and feel your teeth on my skin in turn,” his eyes darkened, oh the marks they’d leave on each other, “but this… it can’t be healthy…” he sagged, “But the truth is, your nicotine. I can’t quit you.”