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I'm supposed to be writing for The Run and Go and Quiet but goddamn it's hard to write for them sometimes so here I am, procrastinating. I was also supposed to update this yesterday but instead I write for stitches and then Sherlock so. Oops??

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"Daddy Dal, I'm tired."Brendon whines, slumping over the kitchen table as dramatically as possible, with his face smushed against the wooden table and his bum purposely stuck up into the air, knees resting on the kitchen chair. Dallon casts a glance over his shoulder, unable but to chuckle at the Hybrids dramatic actions before he turns back to plating Dallons equivalent to homemade cooking because he forgot to make dinner and is going with chicken nuggets and chips.

They had fallen asleep in front of the television after a day of doing nothing, falling asleep when the sun was still in the sky and waking up for it to be dark and for the television to have switched itself off during their time spent sleeping. Dallon had to curse himself for falling into the trap of naps, because by god they are amazing, it was as if waking up in a different time zone.

"Brendon, you just woke up from a nap, you can't be tired."Dallon is shaking his head, taking out one of Brendons New and unused sippy cups, decorated with little images of Sully and Mike Wazowski, despite how Brendon isn't entirely little right now."Apple Juice or Water?"

"Bed."Brendon grumpily replies, his voice muffled by where his face is tucked into his arms, letting out dramatic sighs whenever Dallon ignores him and proceeds to fill his cup up with Apple Juice.

"Sit properly and eat your food."Dallon orders, brining over Brendons plate and cup to the table. Sluggishly, the Hybrid is lifting himself off of the table with a huff, repositioning himself so that his bum is to the seat and his fluffy sock covered feet on the tilted kitchen floor. Brendon gives the man a glare, one that quickly disappears whenever Dallon pushes the Hybrids sleep fuddled hair back and presses a kiss to his forehead.

"I thought we were having Dino Nuggets."Brendon pouts, pushing a chicken nugget around the plate with his index finger.

"Use your fork and eat your food, Brendon."Dallon has to suppress a sigh, pouring himself his own glass of Apple Juice as there is nothing else to drink. He needs to go on a serious food shop, with two people now living in the house it's getting a lot harder to keep food."I know that your tired but food is important."

"You keep telling me that food is important but yet I barely see you eat."Brendon points out just as Dallon sits down directly in front of him, in the seats that are slowly starting to be called Dallon and Brendons chairs.

"I'm not hungry."

"Well neither am I."

"Brendon."

"Dallon."Brendon mocks, purposely sitting up straighter and pulling his best Dallon Impression. His more awake now, with his kitten ears standing up and his tail swishing playfully behind him, eyes wide as he waits for Dallons reaction.

"Brendon, eat your food."Dallon orders, sending the Hybrid a look to settle down and do as he's told.

"Only if you get food too."He bargains, looking at Dallon with those wide brown eyes and pouty lips. Dallon has never been all that good with food, and sure, he has his favourite foods and foods that he'd do anything to get his hands on to eat, but he never feels like it. And maybe that should be taken as a problem, because his rib bones are more prominent than they should be and sometimes he gets light headed but he's fine.

He's always been like this, and it's not like a lot of people have cared enough to notice anyway. Of course there's Ryan and Pete, both make it their mission to make sure the man isn't some sort of walking sketelton and Pete using way too much of his free credit in Subway to force feed Dallon. Now there's Brendon, who keeps staring at him with wide, hopeful eyes and goddamnit, he can't say no.

"Fine."He grumbles, rolling his eyes whenever Brendon cheerfully claps his hands and counts himself a win whenever Dallon plates himself some of the left over chicken nuggets and chips, sitting have down at the table with a huff."Will you eat your food now?"

Brendon already has a handful of chips stuck into his mouth, happy that Dallon has compromised and is eating, meaning that he can eat now too - I mean, he was going to eat anyway because he's really hungry. Dallon doesn't have the energy to tell the little off for using his hands, instead flashing him a smile as he starts to eat his own dinner.

They eat in a comfortable silence for a while, Dallon a lot more hesitant with his food but forcing his meal to pick up a stray chip whenever Brendon has a look at his plate to see how much he has eaten. It's porky comforting to have someone watch what you're eating, making sure that you're eating.

"I was thinking,"Dallon speaks up, wiping his mouth with his napkin in away that's way too polite and causes the Hybrid to giggle,"since we're doing this thing between us-"

"- you being my Daddy."

"Yes, being your Daddy, I remembered that I can't possibly be your daddy unless we have some rules, or guidelines really."Dallon mutters, a little embarrassed. Brendon pauses in his actions, chicken nuggets inches from his lips and ears standing up.

"I don't think rules are that important."Brendon ends up mumbling grumpily.

"Well as a Daddy, I think they are."Dallon rolls his eyes in fondness, grabbing at the notepad and pen that sits on the kitchen table. He's ripping off the used sheet, throwing it towards the kitchen bin and failing to reach, deciding to pick up the mess later."We can either do this now and get it over and done with or we can leave it till tomorrow."

"Now, If we have to."The Hybrid huffs, leaning across the table to see what Dallon is writing on the piece of paper."B-But if I get rules, then so do you. It's only fair, Daddy Dal."

"You're right,"Dallon observes, ripping out his sheet for himself and handing Brendon the notepad and pen. He gets up, grabbing a stray pen from the drawer and sits back down, pages moved to the side of the table as they interact."I'll write down my list of rules for you, and you'll write the list of rules for me. We'll talk it out after we're done."

Brendon isn't fond on rules, and as a little he really shouldn't be either but as a previous pet, they were worse. Sarah had treated him as a little, gave him Little based rules as well as punishments, it was something that had made some of his time spent with Sarah enjoyable. But with Spencer his rules were between a Master and Pet, not between a Mommy and Little.

The rules had been unreasonably strict, the punishments harsh and given for the most stupid of reasons and sometimes even just out of spite. There was no colour system - because despite how Brendon didn't want to be involved sexually with Spencer, he had been given no choice, nor no limitations - and had been left with mental and physical scars that the Hybrid tried his hardest to forget that existed.

"D-Daddy Dal?"Brendon stutters after a while, his list is front of him. His hands are shaking as he waits nervously for Dallon to finish, fear settling into his stomach for what Dallon has in store for him. He knows that the man isn't as strict as he lets on to be, especially as he's seen the man be soft with him while little, but you never know.

"Okay, I'm done."Dallon looks up with a small smile, placing his pen onto the table. Brendon gives him a shaky one in return, fumbling to rip the page out of the notebook to give to the Dominant."Sweetheart, are you okay?"

"M'scared."Brendon admits quietly, causing the man to coo.

"So am I, but that's okay. Thank you for being honest with me, sweetheart."Dallon reaches across to take the notebook off of Brendon before he tears the page. Despite his fear, Brendon blushed as he's handed the rules written down by Dallon.

Rules for Brendon

1. Brendon is to always be honest with how he is feeling. If there is something bothering Brendon, he's to tell Daddy and Daddy will fix it.

2. Brendon will respect his Daddy and do as he is told. What I say is in your best interests. This includes Attitude problems.

3. If Brendon needs anything at any time, he is to ask his Daddy. Even if this means help with eating or if he needs any special little items.

4. Talk to Daddy. Brendon can tell Daddy anything but only if he wants to. Daddy will always listen to what Brendon has to tell him, including if he'd uncomfortable with a situation or Person, just to name an example.

5. Brendon is to watch his language. Just because Daddy cusses, does not mean that Brendon can.

6. Brendon doesn't have to do anything he's not comfortable with. Everything is open to discussion and Daddy will always listen to what Brendon has to say on the matter.

7. Brendon must respected his Body and himself. He mustn't hurt himself. No belittling self.

8. Brendon must never be mean to Daddy, this includes Talking back, saying things that cannot be taken back and Hitting Daddy.

9. Brendon must always be polite to Daddy and to Friend. Use his Manners and Say Please and Thank You.

10. When out and about, Brendon must remain beside Daddy at All times and no wondering off unless given special permission to do so. Brendon must also be on his best behaviour and must not disrespect Daddy while in public or cause a Scene.

Remember, Daddy wants what is Best and makes these rules for Brendons best interest and health

Rewards Include: Stuffies, Daddy and Brendon Day, New Clothes, staying up bast bedtime and Brendon's Choice.

Punishments Include: Corner Time, No TV, No treats, No Stuffies/toys, kneeling, delayed activities and Privileges Revoked.

"Is everything okay?"Dallon asks to make sure whenever he's sure that Brendon has finished with reading the rules, taking a longer than what Dallon has thought but not saying anything of it. Brendon looks up, his brown eyes cloudy with the familiarity of on the verge of being little settling in, a small look of confusion on his face.

"It's nor what I expected."He clears his throat, voice thick with emotion."I-I thought I'd be stricter l-like maybe no talking unless spoken to o-or Mas-Daddy picks out what I eat o-or wear."

"Of course Not! You can speak whenever you want to, Baby Boy. And I will never pick out what you eat or how you dress unless you want me to, okay? You are free to be who you are and I'm not going to take that away from you."Dallon reassures, the urge to punch Brendons old master in the face settling in once again.

"C-Can I sit on your lap, Daddy?"Brendon asks quietly, the tip of his sippy cup caught between his sharp feline teeth.

"Of course,"Dallon smiles, patting his lap and grinning whenever Brendon rushes to make himself comfortable on his lap, siting sidewards on Dallons lap with his legs tucked up and head rested on the mans shoulder, sippy cup still in his hands."Are you sure you are okay with all of the rules?"

"Uh-huh."Brendon nods his head in conformation, enjoying his juice.

"Okay, Good. Now that you're comfortable, I'm going to take a peek at the Rules for Daddy."Dallon informs, picking up the sheet and taking a look at the messily scrawled handwriting on the sheet.

Rules for Daddy

1. Daddy must never yell at Brendon.

2. Daddy must never force Brendon to take a shower or a bath and never put the water to high or make it too cold.

3. Daddy must be patient because Brendon is still learning new things and objects. Daddy has to understand that as part cat, Brendon gets distracted very easily and does things before he thinks.

4. Must always talk to Brendon before punishment takes place and tell Brendon why it is he is being punished and what the punishment is.

5. Daddy must always look after himself. This includes taking a shower, having time for himself and eating at least two meals a day because Brendon wants his Daddy to be healthy.

6. Must always give cuddles and give Brendon cute nicknames.

7. Daddy has to explain things to Brendon if he can't understand. This means when new people are coming over or if Daddy needs to go somewhere for awhile.

8. Never leave Brendon on his own.

9. Daddy is to never do anything he is not comfortable with. Daddy's opinions matter too.

"I'll type these up and place them on the fridge tomorrow, okay Baby boy?"Dallon hums whenever he places the sheet of paper back onto the kitchen table, noticing the way that the little eyes have started to drop whenever Dallon was reading through the rules.

At least they have gotten through one big mile stone together, even if it is just the rules but Dallon counts that as a win in his books. He can talk to Brendon about their pasts tomorrow, after they are well rested and washed.

"M'sleepy."Brendon whispers, whining a little whenever the sippy cup is tugged from his lips and placed on the kitchen table.

"How does bed time and cuddles sound?"

I kinda rushed the end bc I'm so tired (fucking hate school) and kinda sad today so it was hard for me to write

Please tell me your opinions!

Anything you'd like to happen?

Any rules that you think I missed out?

Your opinions on Dallons hinted at eating disorder?

Do you want Brendon to do something bad and get in trouble (in the future). If so, what do you want him to do bad?

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