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baronessblixen · 6 months

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And We Go On

Day 4 for the Eight Nights of Mulder: endurance and my prompt for the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge: bad Christmas puns

Summary: On the car ride after they said goodbye to Emily, Mulder tries his best to ease some of Scully's pain. (emotional hurt/comfort with some humor thrown in; wc: 1,134)

Tagging @today-in-fic @eightnightsofmulder

They're wrapped in a coat of silence as they step outside the church, their steps in perfect sync. What is there to say, anyway? What do you say to someone who's just said goodbye to the child she didn't know she had? Mulder opens the car door for Scully and lingers there until she has put her seatbelt on.

A few yards away, Scully's family is still smiling and fawning over baby Matthew, and he hopes he's blocking Scully's view. After laying her own daughter to rest, she doesn't need to see this. If he could take her pain away, he would in a heartbeat. All he can do, however, is be here for her, and follow her lead.

Inside the car, there's neither enough space, nor air. When the silence threatens to crush them, Mulder turns on the radio. Soft melodies fill the car, and he fears he's only making things worse.

"Can we drive a while?" Her question cuts through the tension and stuns him. He clears his throat before he says, "Of course." Scully hardly ever asks for anything, and he's prepared to give her everything. He'd drive her to the end of the world if that's what she wanted.

"I'm just not ready to face everything yet." A crack in her voice and her armor.

"It's okay. We can drive all day."

"My family would worry."

"Eh, just tell them it's my fault." It feels like it, too. He'll do his penance. In front of a God he doesn't believe in, if he has to. Anything for her. He glances over at Scully, shocked at how ashen her face is and how devoid of life. Only weeks ago, the color returned to her cheeks. After she beat her cancer, he thought this was it. He thought they were in the clear. But there's always something else waiting for them, trying to take them down.

Years ago, Scully told him how much she loved Christmas. They were younger then, their friendship new and untarnished. She told him about Scully family traditions and that no matter what, they always laughed. Back then he didn't know the Scullys, had yet to meet Mrs. Scully, Melissa, and Bill Jr. When he pictured them, it was always with crinkled laugh lines around their eyes and a smile on their lips. The same one Scully wore when she mentioned her family.

Today, there is no laughter, no joy. And he can't bear it. She deserves more. She deserves a Christmas where she can smile, laugh, and just be herself.

"Hey, Scully?" He decides not to think too much about it. Just do whatever it takes. No matter how ridiculous he's going to look or sound." Let's taco about Christmas." It's a bad pun, but it's the first one that comes to his mind.

"What?" Her voice sounds weak. If he wants to make her laugh, or even smile, he has to up his game.

"I'm pine-ing for you this Christmas?" he tries.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her eyebrows knit in concern. At least he's distracting her from her pain.

"I'm up to snow good."

"You're..." he feels her eyes on him, and since there's not much traffic, he turns to look at her. Her expression is neutral, but he thinks she's thawing. He can't ease her agony; only time can do that. No one can stop him from trying, though. He will make her smile today, come what may.

"I've got high elf-esteem."

"You're insane." And he hears it. Soft, almost shy, but decidedly there: a giggle. A real, honest cackle. He grins, glancing at her. Tears shimmer in her eyes, and he reaches over the console to grab her hand.

"There's no gift like the present." Scully chortles and his heart soars. "I have something for you, by the way. I must admit I stole it from your brother's house, but I think it was a brilliant idea. Are you hungry at all? I'm a bit hungry. Reach into my coat pocket."

"This is not a trick, is it?"

"What? No." Her eyes on him, she sticks her hand into his pocket and fishes out two candy canes.

"Stole it last night and look, these candy canes are in mint condition."

"I'm not hungry."

"You don't need to be hungry for a candy cane, Scully." The plastic crackles as Scully unwraps the candy. Soft peppermint aroma fills the car. She's just holding the candy cane as if unsure what to do next.

"Want me to lick it?" He realizes the implications of what he just said a moment too late. Their eyes meet and then, miraculously, they're roaring with laughter, tears streaming down their faces. Mulder stops the car at the side of the road, needing a moment. Their laughter dies down slowly, a few chuckles falling out of their mouths here and there.

"Want to share?" Mulder asks after a moment.

"Snow be it," Scully replies, the corner of her mouth twitching. She breaks the candy cane in two, handing one half to Mulder. He's almost too mesmerized to notice it. Scully takes her half and bites off a large chunk, chewing slowly.

"I know what you're doing," she says. "And I appreciate it. Thank you." She puts her hand over his on his thigh. Her face is close to his and she smells sweet and fresh, like the candy cane. "I- I needed a moment of, um. I just needed a moment."

"I can come up with another thousand bad puns," he says earnestly.

"You never give up, do you?" Her smile is shaky.

"Only if absolutely forced to." She nods, quickly wiping away a few tears.

"I think I'm ready to go to my brother's house now."

"Are you sure? We can keep going. Hell, say the word and I'll drive us home."

"I know you would." She squeezes his hand. "I don't want to ask but..."

"You can ask for anything, Scully. Anything at all."

"Will you stay with me a while?"

"No one can stop me. Well, your brother could, but I won't let him. And if you need-"

"I know, Mulder. I know. Now tell me another one. I can see it in your eyes. You want to make another joke." Her smile may be colored in sadness, but it's still a smile, and he helped put it there. He starts the car again, Scully's hand falling from his and onto his thigh.

"What did one ornament say to another?" Mulder asks, trying to hide his delight. He pauses for effect until he can't hold it in any longer. "I like hanging with you." He hears a soft chuckle and it sounds glorious to his ears. It will take a while, but in the end, she'll be okay.

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kustovshik · 1 year

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Tender Horrors

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This is actually my first attempt to write something into actual story. Ironic that it's the most self-indulgent thing I ever did. And also funny that it's vore.

If it's a little bit wacky please forgive me, as English is not my main language. And I had to re-read it like 10 times before actually being able to post it.

Word count: 4,766

Warning. This story contains: Soft vore, unwiling and clearly distressed prey, mentioned fatal vore and hard vore(none actually happen), somewhat possessive pred, fearplay and hurt/comfort.

Descriptions of some scenes might be disturbing for someone so read carefully.

Characters featured: Somnolence, Al, Vesper.

Have fun reading. :)

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Figure shot up in the bed in the middle of a night, fighting with heavy blanket covering it’s frail frame. Heart pounding in little ears so loud that if not for the weight of oversized cover he would shake it with each bump. One single eye shot open as creature frantically looked around without moving it’s head. In sudden panic he was searching for traces of something, any sign of danger. But couldn’t find it. It was just him in dark bedroom. There was nothing in there aside from him laying in bed. Blanket still was surrounding him with soft warmth and grounding with it’s weight. Closets all are shut tight, door and window locked. It was just him in his somewhat messy with all things laying around the floor room.

And after slow painful moments of tension figure finally moved. Pale hands clutched into fabric as if his life were depending from it. Breath hitched in attempt to form something akin to a broken sob. Yet nothing came out. Little alien knew that it will attract them. If he’ll be loud it will attract THIS back. And if it’s back then he’ll… HE’LL-

He closed black eye shut trying to calm himself down. Hoping that familiar darkness will help him with this task. It didn’t. The moment he closed his eye, everything that happened rushed back in crazed line of memories he’d rather forget.

He was running. Adrenalin playing in his blood. The dark forest, so painfully familiar and so hostile towards him. Uneven dark ground sliced with thick long roots making him trip and slip every now and then, loosing his footing. And all he can do is to scramble his way back up and continue running. Deathly pale trees so tall for him that their pitch black leaves was almost covering bloody red sky with single circle of yellow moon on it. Even without any clouds to cover cursed skies, it did not bring any light into this forest. Humid air was making running figure’s breath hard and so unforgivably loud that he was sure it did hear him. And if it heard him, then the hunt is on. The hunt is on and he’s the prey. And the pure realisation of that was devastating to the point that everything blurred. All the same trees that for a running creature were like a silent watchers, because on every single one of them in wide spreading branches and black leaves it could hide.

Life or death marathon ended when the forest ended as abruptly as it appeared in front of him. And as much as he wanted to stop the momentum did not allow it. Little alien flew out of dreadful forest into some kind of plain. And what he saw run shivers down that small spine of his. Bones. Tens, hundreds, thousands of bones littering every little scrap of the ground around him. Piles, even mountains of all kind of a bones from skulls to ribs, to entire limbs. Some of them pure white, other have more yellow in color. But all it was forgotten when his eye caught glimpses of jagged teeth marks on some of the remains. Sometimes he was even seeing little pieces of remaining meat on them, hoping it was just play of imagination. There supposed to be stench that he could be able to smell by now. And it wasn’t there. ‘‘That’s what remained of their last victims…’’ his mind whispered as a reminder that if he’s here. Then he’s next. He felt bile rising in his throat. He wanted- needed to get away from here. He’s next and he needs to move. Move away from this field, no, from this graveyard of a feast for however long that thing was hunting on those grounds. And that’s how the first step was made. Clumsy and slow, he stepped backwards only to hear sickening crack underneath small feet. Frantically looking towards the sound, already knowing what on this field happened, he could see crashed bone underneath his feet. Bones never should even be this soft in the first place. Small figure goes completely rigid. As if he was just a little robber trying to steal and getting caught.

And that when he finally noticed it. Dark and massive body, that by any means shouldn’t be able to move this quiet was crouching on all its hands in mere foots from his position akin to a hunting cat. Small alien painfully noticed the face, better to say lack of it, focused onto him with those long fangs seemingly going into pitch black void at the base of them. Black liquid was slowly dripping from hole of a face onto the ground and bones with audible in surrounding silence sound. As if it was counting seconds until the moment to strike as they both just stand there and stared into each other. No one dared to move their attention from the other, and while hunting beast was focused on it’s prey, the other was paralysed and breathless. He did not dare to avert gaze even for a split second, fearing that if he moves, or stops looking, it’ll strike. All this running was futile in the end. Yet panic was slowly rising in his whole frame as he stood there unmoving, tail curled tightly around one of the legs and antennae pressed flat against head. He couldn’t even think that if he stands like that it does not notice him. It already did. And if it did, then he’s done.

And then it happened. Completely silent and fast it was moving all six limbs to reach towards it’s little prey. The sight of imminent death, the dread, or maybe all the stress that little prey was collecting inside as if he was just a broken musical instrument with strings pulled so tight they finally gave up. Something snapped and the next thing he saw was just darkness.

And now he was just sitting here in his bed, trying to stop frantic shaking from reliving that one hell of a nightmare for the second time in one night. Slowly black eye opened and face morphed into one that showed only tiredness and somewhat pain from all this struggle to get peaceful sleep for at least one night. And when it became just too much, he broke. It all started with a whimper, growing into soft sobs that he tried to shut down even knowing that he’s safe. He’s in his room and not in this forsaken forest, not on the bone field and there’s no beast hunting him. And yet he just couldn’t stop. And so caught up in futile attempts to stop this massive breakdown to not attract more problems he did not notice how a shadow, just a little too dark and big for his own liking, carefully slid out from under is bed. It loomed ominously over sobbing figure from behind, doing nothing but watching. And if you look close, you could’ve made out sleepy confused violet dots of the eyes littering it’s face as it observed crying creature carefully.

And crying came to a halt. Of course he felt that. The stare of something at him, the omnipresence, the change of ever so peaceful atmosphere in the room. The tension. It found him. It found him here when it was suppose to be his little safe spot. Was it just a lie, was it just toying with him all along? And if it’s here then he… THEN-

- Al…. - a long low hum sounded from behind him, as the thing moved head a bit too close to little alien. It’s hot breath on the tips of his antennae. And that was all for little unearthly creature named Al to make him trying to jump up, mercilessly tangling in the heavy blanket. He needed to run. To get away from here. He’s going to become one of the piles. One of the laying BONE-

That’s when Al almost freed himself from blanket and jumped onto cold floor, he felt as two massive black hands with claws just a bit too long for them to look real caught him, bringing him back and pressing into something warm and soft and just as black as the hands. Oh no. It got him. It got HI-

- Al, shhhh. - the same low gruff voice from before sounded somewhere above him. It was familiar, he knew this voice. But couldn’t help but attempting to squirm out in his never-ending panic. And all he could feel as arms held him more tight in return, pressing his small body more firm against something while pure darkness enclosed on him. That’s when struggle turned into violent shakes. He knew he couldn’t get out this time.

- Baby, please… - the honest plead in the voice was not something alien’s panicked mind expected to hear, and when long thin fingers started to rub circles on his back in awkward attempt to calm little one down, he froze. Finally daring to crack open barely seeing eye from all the crying and weakly look up. Only to see pitch black round face with four softly glowing eyes in the dark. It took a moment as recognition finally hit him hard, it all started to make sense. Al got soft satisfied chest deep rumble from bigger creature in return.

- V-vesp- - Al tried to rasp out, only to be stopped when long claw showed in front of his mouth as if showing him to stop talking. - Shhh. Yes, baby, I’m here. - as it was said Al could feel as something ever so gently moved down and nuzzled his head from the top in a way to reassure little thing that everything is fine, - I got you.

And that’s when Al finally and completely broke down pressing into black soft fur of another as much as he could to try to hide from everything outside this warm embrace. Ugly quiet sobs filled the room once again, now muffled only by big creature’s body as it held small alien close and secure. And after Al’s cries finally died, as all of that stress finally got back, he wanted to know just one thing.

- Vesper? - his voice came out small and weak, laced with poorly hidden dread behind it.

- Yes, starshine? - came response with the same painfully soft voice as Vesper slowly moved all of his eyes to look down at little fearful alien.

- …w-whytheydothat? - little blurted out a bit too quiet without thinking. As if he was afraid that it could sense that.

- Al, you’ll need to speak louder for me to hear. - another deep rumble shook his frame, as long claws carefully grazed alien’s back, making the latter one flinch and hide his face into softness of others body.

- I asked. Why… - Al broke off in attempt to collect not only his thoughts but his voice, and only then continued, - W-why is all everybody want from me just my f-fear? - Al’s voice still came out as muffled, but now Vesper could actually hear it properly. And what he heard took him by surprise. It stung. And monster knew exactly why. He knew and it only made it worse as something ugly from the inside of his mind awakened. The image of past him along with dark bitterness slowly rose up in monster’s chest, and he acted before even thinking.

- Al… - as he spoke in low possessive voice, a long violet tongue suddenly broke up from his mouth, coming in contact with pale grey skin on little creature’s cheek, leaving a wet trail, resulting in hard flinch and loud whimper from Al, as he tried to move away just slightly.

- Your fear is intoxicating. - And just as quickly as it came it disappeared back, as Vesper slowly sat there dumbfounded as what he had just done. And looking at fearful eye that now stared at his four was not the same as it usually is. Not at this moment. So he continued speaking in attempt to ease the tension - But… You’re mine, Al. I can’t just stay away and do nothing when you’re in such distress. - he did not add ‘when I’m not the cause of it’ into the words.

And somehow that worked, as he could feel Al slowly shifting to hide his face again with little shudder. Alien did not want to think how this big boogeyman of his partner did exactly what he was afraid the most. He tasted him and stated the one thing he hoped never to hear again, not from him. It pained alien how he was both in need of this strange comfort from Vesper and was so terribly horrified.

- I can leave if you want. - careful words as Al’s only source of protection for now tried to shift away to come back into hiding.

- NO! - small hands clutched into black fur, earning hiss of surprise from the boogeyman. He did not expect that little attempt of giving space to his terrified little alien to end up like that.

- Stay. - Al knew he was acting miserable as he literally whined, trying to clung even closer to his monster husband. Which earned another deep rumble from the latter. The sight of desperate and weak little creature clinging to him as if it’s dear life was depending on it clicked something in monster’s mind. Vesper could feel that swelling feeling in his chest just like before, yet this time different. A dark disturbing desire to held something that is his as close as he could. And he knew that knowing his little husband it’s the last thing Al needed right now. But he couldn’t just sit and not think about it. The thought was so persistent, so if he wanted he could call it something akin to a parasitic worm, slowly and steadily wriggling it’s way into your mind, pushing every single other thought or any attempt to control himself aside. Claws suddenly twitched behind alien’s back as Vesper fought with himself,

- Al. - with a low growl came the first and the last warning, that one big monster could let out in attempt to make Al realise what situation he was getting himself into.

- Please… - came desperate response and it was enough for him to snap. All four wide open violet eyes now focused on little gray alien, observing his every move. He did not want to scare him off now, not when his little star is so close. He inched his face closer to Al’s head and inhaled deeply. Sweet aroma hitting his receptors as only now Vesper noticed that he was practically drooling over his scared little husband that was so oblivious to everything around. A low purr found it’s way in monster’s throat and he did not stop it, earning small nuzzle from Al in return to the sound. This was it. Vesper finally let his mouth hang open. And if his lower jaw was normal then with quiet pop the top one split in two. No movement further occurred as he froze on place, hearing hitched gasp from below. Al, who finally found the courage to stop hiding face and dared to look up to find familiar shine of scary but those kind beady purple eyes was met with sight that so lively reminded him of his recent nightmare.

- Ves… - A split open monstrosity of a maw, opened like flower petals where each of those ‘petals’ had rows of elongated and curled inwards inky black fangs. The main difference was that instead of a black void this time he could distinguish actual soft flesh the same in colour as the eyes all wet with strings of dripping thick saliva. Long thin tongue was curled inside so careful so it wouldn’t be in the way of others teeth. And he just sat there paralysed with the sight. Sudden warmth and wetness of few drops of drool on his forehead snapped Al out of his little terrified trance. But as he managed to find back his voice, - per…?

It all collapsed on him. In one swift move he could feel as at least half of his body got engulfed into others maw, that dangerously clasped at the middle. He closed his eye in complete and total defeat, panic surging back and he just could stay still and do nothing only tremble. But just as Al thought that it’s going to be the end of him, fangs, faintly grazing on his pajamas and skin will tear into his insides, reaping his frail body into shreds, as Vesper would bite, reducing him from lover into piece of meat to shred. Alien did not even noticed how he started silently crying too occupied into his own spiralling thoughts. Nothing from that happened. The sudden sensation near his shut eye made body flinch hard, as he realised that it was that long tongue, lapping on his tears and covering face with layer of spit. Same fate was awaiting clothes too, as they all were damp from the excess. The texture was gross on his skin and as he tried to wipe it off his surroundings shifted quickly, forcing abrupt yelp to escape. At that time he realised that Vesper moved his head up making small body slide even further from the impact. The movement making him dizzy and Al just had to let his eye to open just a tiny bit only to see soft flesh of a throat right in front of his face, spasming in audible, almost deafening from closeness gulp as pooled drool around him disappeared in one moment. Alien wanted to say something, just anything to talk some sense into his husband, but voice was failing him miserably so he tried the last option. He pushed as hard as he could at slick flesh he could reach, with hands slipping again and again. And dark monster was having none of it, with low hum opening jaws just enough to ever so gently push him further, making finally first real gulp. At the time Al as much as he could tried to squirm, which did not help him at all as his head and shoulders got sucked into hot tightness of other’s throat. He could feel the same sensation of tongue, wrapping firmly around his legs, faint touch of sharp teeth ends earning in more attempts to fight back from him each time it happened. Small alien still did not understand why even be bothering with being this gentle, when he clearly was food now. He was preyed on and it pained his little terrified mind.

After first came the second, then the third gulps, with disappeared feet into gluttonous maw. Forcing fragile body further down monsters esophagus. Everything around Al was moving, pressing on him softly. He quit squirming at the time as it was useless in his position now. From descend he could hear booming heartbeat right next to him, swooshing of powerful lungs. It wasn’t long until he finally felt slipping into more bigger space, stretching and pushing at the walls aimlessly. Alien knew exactly where he did end up. This is stomach. Of his husband. That he trusted enough to come close to. So he gave into those growing thoughts of betrayal, while slowly curling on himself as tight at he could. He hated how surrounding fleshy walls clung back to him so soft and gentle in cruelest kind of mocking. As if it was trying to hug him. But he knew better than that as he could hear fain groans of others body. And with that came first quiet sob.

On the outside Vesper was sitting with his stoic calm demeanor only until the moment he felt Al finally slip down into his stomach, making quite noticeable bump on his belly. Not big nor small. Perfect just for him. But something wasn’t right, and shudders from inside him was speaking louder than anything. That was the moment when mind snapped back from the haze of previous blissful moments to ugly truth. He just did the one thing he wasn’t suppose to do at all. Vesper so desperately tried to wipe his face with thin fingers, rubbed tongue on the palate in useless attempt to get rid of sweet taste in his mouth that he tried to cherish in last moments. And when he stopped, he almost hit himself. Just how terrible he can even get. Because instead of trying to calm down his terrified husband he was trying to what? Groom himself out of any trace of what he did. A ‘good’ partner he is indeed.

With deep but barely noticeable on black face regret his claws carefully poked bump on his belly, trying to catch attention from alien trapped inside. And when it didn’t help he just sat there, carefully caressing his gut with both hands, as if trying to hide it.

- Al, listen… - he tried to speak when finally felt movement from the inside, it was small aliens attempt to get away from places, where his hands moved, only to push himself more into soft walls of his captor with irregular from all crying breath. It pained Vesper’s heart and at the same time that evil thought that he wanted more of that was always persistent. When no more movements occur, monster allowed himself to continue.

- Please. - he felt small shudder coming from the inside, which must be result of his voice vibrating off of the walls a little. But he was right about thinking for one thing: Al absolutely didn’t like it here, and how voice were coming almost from every side from the organ, shaking his frame. He did not like how humid and dark it was, reminding him of that forest. He was devastated that now, now Vesper was acting as if he cared enough to not to just devour him right there. And there he was, sitting and trembling inside. Words came out before he could think,

- Y-you ate me. - hoarse from all the crying and tiredness voice was laced with poorly hidden pain. Which made surroundings carefully close more tight on him, engulfing into more tight embrace. Made him squeak in surprise, - S-stop, don’t crush me.

- I… - what could he say to that. He did that to him, didn’t he? Just gobbled up his small lover in favor of keeping something his. And now Vesper was pressing a little bit harder on his own stomach without even realising that. As he heard last one he did try to relax and moved his hands away, - I am sorry, Al. I should’ve- - as he tried to start apologising, futile attempt to ease their current tension was stopped when Al spoke back.

- But you did. - simple truth that no one from them both wanted to hear, and yet it was necessary.

- Yes. Yes, I did. - came in defeat from Vesper, as he let himself hunch in shame. He couldn’t deny the obvious. But as he felt little movements as Al was slowly shifting to lean into outside wall heavily, monster slowly put down his hand back on his belly. It did give out a happy gurgle in return, making alien tense just for a second before slowly reaching hand and pressing down on nearest wall.

- Am I…? - came in quiet question that both of them thought of, but only one knew and dared to answer.

- No, you’re not. I promise. - it was so hard to swallow rising in his throat purr, just for the sake of not hurting Al even further. It was pleasant to him but right now he couldn’t just indulge into it. So instead he tried to answer in the only one way he could, slowly moving to press his hand against the place where he could feel alien pressing his into.

- Just try to sleep. I wont let it take you back into that realm. At least not when you’re in… there. - that wasn’t cheap way to buy trust of his little starshine back, it was a mere fact. If monster was right about something, that this that creature would not dare to attack someone else’s prey. Even it knew some sort of pride about hunting. But that wasn’t important right now, as he felt slow nuzzles from the inside and widened all eyes in shock. That was completely unexpected to feel.

- Vesper? - the lack of response to his attempts to get comfortable was making Al a little bit uneasy, but at the same time short silence was a little bit comforting. And now alien could actually see not only bad sides from being in a place like this. It was wet and all those noises around could twist thoughts into wrong direction. No, anyone on his place would think he was going to die horrible death, knowing who Vesper, no what he is. It was strange as a feeling of long awaited relaxation for stressed mind and body to kick in in this warmth and soft surrounding kneading at his frame. Only now he could feel just how incredibly tired he was.

- Yes, starshine? - monster could finally let out relaxed sign, feeling Al settling down.

- …don’t do that again… - soft mumble came to him as an answer.

- I- - he thought of a proper answer to that, and couldn’t find any, when Al continued mumbling softly.

- …without asking… - were the last easily distinguished words before alien’s mind finally shut down, falling into peaceful slumber, leaving the only awakened one with comforting weight in his middle. A rare moment of extreme closeness they can both share.

- Yes. Of course. I’m sorry. - even if little starshine couldn’t hear it, he still answered. Not daring to move from the spot entirely. Only shifting slightly and adjusting his weight just to get a little bit more comfortable on others bed for the last bits of the night. That’s when he finally let all of hidden emotions roll back onto him in waves. First came bitter rage for someone who only dared to hunt his little cinnamon roll. He still vividly remembered the pure panicked look in the eye of his lover. He was reeking at the time, and said fear was wrong. It wasn’t fear that he brought. His little star was trembling because of someone else and it was driving him crazy at the time. This is how rage turned into possessiveness. And then he lost it. Vesper couldn’t be more angry both with himself for how he acted and the other one. He needed to deal with this as one beast to another. He must’ve been starting to growl pretty audible as he felt soft shifting inside, making him huff in defeat. His husband needing him right now. Everything else could wait for later.

At the morning when one alien slowly stirred awake in his bed, woken up by sun filling rather small room with dimmed through curtains light. Al cracked an eye, slowly sitting up as he was still sleepy from the night. Rubbed his face to get rid of his sleepiness. One fast glance at the clock and his one eye widened in shock. It was midday already and he just woke up.

And then it hit him. The previous night and all what had happened with... Vesper. Name made him quiver from sudden unease, but even through that he could feel how traitorously face was heating up from embarrassment. He was so close to…

Nose caught smell of something delicious nearby and made Al break off from his thoughts towards nightstand where stood his favourite cup filled with green tea and still warm pancakes on a plate. With a note right behind it all with crudely written words ‘I’m sorry’.

He knew that Vesper could never hold pen right having such long claws as he had which messed with his handwriting. But in the end it was the cutest thing in Al’s opinion. So he slowly said to a seemingly empty room, knowing well that his big boogeyman was deep in the slumber to hear him.

- I know, dummy… - as a peaceful smile crept it’s way on little’s alien face.

#v/ore #soft vore #monster vore #fatal vore mention #Somnolence #Vesper #Al #vore story #i tried to get all warnings right #i hope it worked

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potater-tot · 5 months

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and now we wait

#Kootenaia burkei #i hope it worked

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wingedwilloww · 5 months

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Saw a post abt turning characters into warrior cats n I'm thinkin.... Peep and a Sphinx cat and Lint as this massive gray shaggy cat with long fur because thatd be funny

(You dont have to draw this this isnt rly a request i just thought itd be fun 2 think abt)

SAY NO MORE 🗣️

#I HOPE THIS IS GOOD #I’VE NEVER DRAWN A SPHINX BEFORE #I love this idea #warrior cats #lint has leaves n such in his fur bc..lint picks up stuff #get it #do u get it #I tried to replicate peep’s sprinkles in the form of spots #I hope it worked #sketch #WingedWillowsArt

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spikybanana · 2 years

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@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: limit - mathematicians au I just wanted to make a stupid extended pun/metaphor shhhh

Remus stood at the front of the empty classroom, brows pinched and holding a chalk in his hand suspended inches from the blackboard. To his left sprawled a wall’s worth of equations, derivations, all the key ingredients they’d laboured on that should be culminating towards the theorem’s proof; and to his right— blank. Black, blank.

Compute correctly the function’s limit, and the lemma would immediately follow. Then he’ll have caught up with the subcases Sirius was handling. But no matter how much he stared at the line of symbols in front of his eyes, they refused a shred of enlightenment. Where was Sirius? Perhaps he’d finally realised this idea of theirs was no good, and made a run for it. But they’d been wrangling with this for so long, put so much of themselves into— he wouldn’t leave now, right? This was theirs, this was them. Limit, somewhere on the set’s boundary, a well-defined rule governing behaviour of its components. It had to exist, Remus just didn’t yet see. Why didn’t it make sense? It’s been five hours and three tea breaks and at least a dozen different attempts at the computation, but his hand continued to hover, his mind stranded by lack of progress.

Where was Sirius? Was he trying to keep away, appalled by the mathematical mess spilled by Remus’ one original question? But this was what brought them together in the first place, the adrenaline-rush of discovery, of something undeniably real but defied all the established definitions. But maybe he’d been wrong. Maybe he’d made a mistake, and Sirius had realised before him. Maybe Remus was just seeing things while in reality there were only dead ends, like this limit he could not find.

Or maybe, Sirius was staying away because of him. They’d always been close, and grew closer with the years. Sirius was— the most important person in Remus’ life, tethered by the unnamed intangible something he had always thought they shared— but were they now drifting away? It wasn’t exactly like their other friends. Around them everyone was coupling off, becoming something to each other, something defined with names, like a boyfriend or girlfriend, even fiance, husband or wife. Partner, lover. But where on this map was Sirius and him? None of these words felt right— none of them really even made sense to Remus. He knew Sirius agreed, but, maybe they should have heeded to the amused, half-dismissive frowns from others when they’d asked. What were they? They kept getting closer, sure. They’d gotten so close Remus sometimes wondered if Sirius didn’t half-live in his soul— but was there not a limit? Something they were approaching to become? How did you show someone how important they were, without a name like a hook to hold on to them?

Remus closed his eyes, leaned back against a table and rubbed harshly at his temples to scold his own distraction. He shouldn’t have gone into research. Nobody ever knew the right way of doing anything and how did he expect this to be something his traitorous, irresolute brain could handle? And Sirius, brilliant, confident Sirius, wouldn’t he have been much better off without Remus?

Soft knocks sounded at the open door, and Remus’ eyes flew open. Oh, it was Sirius.

“There you are.” Sirius flashed him a grin, drawing an involuntary smile out of Remus.

In a few soft, swift steps, Sirius was by Remus’ side. “Here,” he thrust out a sheet of scrap paper, heavily scribbled over, and tugged the pencil out from where it held up his hair, “see if this makes any sense to you?”

“Probably not.” Remus snorted, squinting almost cross-eyed at the tiny writings, “I don’t know why you insist in not using normal paper. Are you angling for one of those back-of-a-fag-packet discoveries someday?”

“Hush with that, let a man dream.” Sirius nudged him in the middle, “so what are you stuck on?”

Remus non-committally indicated the board, not looking away from Sirius’ sheet of paper. He hummed as he deciphered lines of an elegantly unfolding proof, and in the corner of his eye, he could just catch the way Sirius pondered at the panes of blackboard, lips half open and a thumb on his chin.

“Huh.” Sirius tilted his head with the tiniest frown.

“What is it?”

Sirius stepped forward, stood in front of where Remus had left off, and raised a piece chalk to one, two lines above the last, circling something in red. The air condition droned somewhere inside the roof, and Sirius chewed his lips while considering the line. Then he turned around, meeting Remus’ eyes with certainty.

“This topological space—” he said, “it’s not closed. The limit doesn’t exist.”

Remus’ eyes widened. Oh. “The boundary is— undefined! Of course!”

“Yessir.” Sirius dropped the chalk smugly with a clank, “so we’re okay?”

"We’re okay.” Remus breathed out, looked at Sirius in wonder. The boundary doesn’t exist. That meant— that meant the answer was further off than they thought, but there were paths sprawling out to be explored. They just had to keep looking. “More than okay— brilliant.”

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