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Boop To Accept

Gary blinked as the leathery pad of the alien brushed against his nose, compressing it lightly.

"...er?"

"Oh? Did I do it wrong? I'll try again!" said the canid with a concerned tone.

The near-face sized digit pushed gently at his nose again.

When Gary got up this morning with the knowledge he'd be working as a guard for the following week with dangerous species known as canids, or 'Space-Werewolves' as they were known amongst humans, he had assumed it would be a silent and serious affair. He had found himself on a station that had a far higher number of canids than anywhere before, apparently a military waypoint that was located at the centre of a travelling nexus, as such, the enigmatic canids were now a common sight to him.

The canids were separated from the rest of the races of the community, seen as a naturally dangerous or even hostile species. The canids happily avoided involving themselves except to accept work and offer aloof grunts or shakes of their fluffy main. They were the assault troops, soldiers one and all with the natural dangerous biology to assist them in these roles. Long strong legs, ending in lethal black sickle-like claws. Their bodies, whilst covered in a thick pelt that provided some protection in of itself, were made from dense corded muscles that rippled under their pelt. Their arms and hands, like their other limbs; strong and powerful, albeit lacking in grace or dexterity. Finally, atop their bodies, surrounded by a thick mane that was reminiscent of a rockstar’s hair cut, their heads were that of an apex predator. Large pointed ears swivelled and twitched, their eyes practically glowed in low light as they watched and studied all around them. Their muzzles, filled with sharp finger length teeth all finished off with a powerful nose that could track prey for miles.

Now Gary was presented with his first real interaction with one; the nine foot tall canine-esk alien; instead of the cold reception he was expecting, the imposing creature was now bent over with its muzzle in his face after gently 'booping' the bemused Gary, twice in fact.

"Now you!" It said in an out of place, jovial tone and a tilt of its head.

"Me?" Gary asked blankly, confused more than anything else. A roll of its bright yellow eyes, before it explained;

"You humans love booping! Everyone told me so! You boop me now!"

Gary raised a single digit and gingerly pressed the large wet nose.

"Boooop?"

A sudden rapid thumping came from the room they were guarding, Gary was on alert immediately, hoisting his weapon, until he noticed the tail of the canid wagging vigorously, slapping the door and wall.

"Now human is pack bonded for life." that canid stated, straightening back upright so he was staring at her midriff.

"Wait, what?" He asked, screwing his face up as he craned his back to look up at her face, which was grinning widely.

"Human is pack now. The ancient ritual is complete. Human will join pack when we leave." She confirmed with a quick and resolute nod.

Gary was about to argue this statement, until he thought about it. He didn't have any other work right now... maybe he could follow them around for a bit? He’d sleep on it, if he didn’t want to ‘join’ them, he’d let them know tomorrow.

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Gary was getting nervous now.

The giant humanoid wolf thing was serious.

When he had laughed in good humour, it looked at him in great confusion, tilting and holding its head at an angle in confusion, before turning and tilting the other way.

It was several hours later and the contract was complete. He's been paid and was a free agent again, but when he got back to his temporary quarters he had a prerecorded message waiting for him.

It was a different canid, this one with caramel highlights instead of the silvery grey of the elder creature. It informed him that he was to be 'retrieved'.

'..the hell does that mean?' He thought to himself before the thin metal door was slammed into. Something was shuffling outside, several ‘somethings’ by the sounds of it. The man kept the door in front of him as he quietly backed up away from it. There was some scrabbling at the edge of the sealed door, as if whatever was on the other side of the locked door was looking for a way to pull it open.

It was hydraulically locked, surely whatever it was couldn’t force it open. Only station security had the clearance to override personal quarter locks. He was safe, he was going to be oka- When the clawed fingertips dragged the pneumatic door open a fraction causing it to squeal and groan in protest, Gary’s face drained of all colour.

A single intense golden iris stared at him from the tiny created crack between the door and its frame. Several others appeared up and down the new opening with various shades and hues all glowing, all locked on him.

He felt hunted.

Gary turned from the door and immediately jumped up and grabbed the vent covering that was on the opposite wall. It held for a moment before bending and pulling away. Thanks to humanity’s rough start, even human still alive had undergone training. One was to ensure there was always an escape, always an out to avoid being captured or killed. One of the first things Gary had done when he was assigned his quarters was ensure that the vent was large enough for him to escape into if the need called for it.

With a wail of bending metal, Gary fell onto his back and threw the warped vent cover to the side. With a regretful backwards glance he saw several sets of hands/paws clawing at the door and frame leaving gouges in the material as they visibly pulled and yanks at it. The gap had got larger already.

He grabbed the edge of the vent opening and pulled himself up into it.

Not a second later the front door gave up with the sound of rending metal and a swell of howls, yips and growls.

He frantically scrabbled forwards, deeper into the vent as the hairs on the back of his legs sensed the danger behind him.

Something grabbed ahold of a boot and without hesitation yanked him backwards.

He tried to grip the sides of the tiny vent space to arrest his doom while wiggling his foot to lose the boot and save himself.

Mercifully, when he had gotten home and was listening to the message he had undone the laces, intending to wear more comfortable clothing over the evening. His foot slid free and he wasted no time, crawling forwards as he retreated in deeper, chased by howls and snuffling of a threat he didn't have the space or want to see.

The hunt was on.

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Gary continued to crawl through the maze of shafts and tunnels that made up the ventilation system of the station. He was reminded all too well of some of his worst jobs as he progressed in the past. At least it wasn’t a sewer.

At the moment, his plan was distance from the immediate threat and getting a sitrep of the situation. Someone had to know what was going on and how to get the canids off of his tail.

His commutator going off startled the man, banging the back of his head against the metal with a dull ‘thump’. Answering it, he heard the voice of a friend.

"Gary! What the fuck is going on?! You got every canid on the station looking all over for you! They're asking after you in roaming packs!"

"What did you tell them?" Gary asked in a breathless voice, grunting as he continued to creep his way through the narrow space, his arms and legs were covered in a thick dust now.

"They haven't spoken to me yet, you know me, I prefer to stay in my little cubby hole and watch."

Mar’in, a taurian, Gary's friend, was far less confrontational than Gary, but he took to surveillance like a fish to water. More than once had Mar’in pulled Gary's arse from the fire and it was shaping up that he'd do it again.

He was likely to be in his home, surrounded by the various screens and monitors that he'd long since set up by the time Gary had taken the guard contract on the station. He didn't know how Mar’in had set up his system so he could see every camera on the station, but it was going to be invaluable now.

"So how and more importantly; why and how did you scuff their horns? These things are serious." Alien sayings sometimes took Gary a moment or two to make the connection, but with taurian’s their horns were very special to them. To insult or even touch the horns that grew from their forehead wasa sure fire way of getting a punch to the mouth.

"I 'booped' their fucking 'snoot' man." Gary explained, unsure how else to put it.

A moment of silence hung over the line. Even Gary paused his crawling.

"Do you want to run that by me again?"

"I don't know, but pressing their snout and saying 'boop' is on par with a contract or some ancient ritual, now they're 'retrieving' me."

An absent 'huh' came over the radio.

"Look, I need an out, can you help?"

"I can get you to the hanger, but I can't be helping you steal something. Where are you?"

"Thats fair, I'm in a vent, moving away from my room."

Clacking of keys replaced silence as Martin concentrated, before the man started laughing to himself.

"I've got a system alert to a blockage in the ventilation, ways organic with an 'effluents or excretions' marker. The system thinks you're-!"

“Will you shut it!” Gary snapped as he grunted. he was forced to invert himself to descend a drop by pushing his back against a wall to stop him falling.

"I think... argh... the system... fuck... is-.."

"Take a descending path at the junction you're about to drop into."

A pause.

"They've raided your closet."

"Wat."

"I've got a smaller group of the canids on cams; they're sniffing a boot, I'm assuming it's yours? They're passing it around, they're all getting a good swiff... weird."

"Yeah, I was wearing it. They've got a fresh scent then, anywhere I've been; they'll search."

Gary was able to move quicker now, the shafts he was in were larger, able to allow him to crawl in his hands and knees rather than his stomach. He continued to move following Mar’in's instructions. He had to stop once when he could hear a commotion outside one of the vent covers he was about to pass by. Peeking around he saw large black claws attached to pitch black fur covered paws.

He whipped his head back just in time to hear familiar sniffing and snuffling. A gravelly tone spoke out; "He's close!"

This wasn't what made Gary shiver, it was the actual goddamned howls that echoed through the nearby vent, which were answered moments later by returned, more distant howls echoing through the shafts. It was eerie, and called back to a very old instinct of wolves in a dark forest many centuries back.

Gary reached the Hanger and found, through a stroke of luck the vent that he had made it to was in a quiet corner behind crates and boxes of a varied sort. Mar’in was a wizard and a saint, like usual. Gary would try and find him some original Earth Whiskey if he had to, to repay this.

His thoughts were interrupted however as all of a sudden there was a commotion over the radio.

Mar’in yelled, and there was a scuffle. Mar’in's voice was distant now, as if the headset he had been using had been removed, but Gary could hear what was happening in his distant room.

"You! You smell of him! Tell me where he is!" The 's' was drawn out that struck Gary as almost blood thirsty.

"Get fucked!" Mar’in shouted defiantly. A meaty 'thump' was broadcast before a riot broke out over the line. Gary knew better than to shout out, Mar’in could handle himself, he wasn’t at all like the demure male taurians from the rest of the galaxy and would give as good as he got.

In rapid order however, Gary could hear his friend grunting and swearing up a storm with rage filled indignation. The bloodthirsty voice returned, still distant, but the same volume as Mar’in making Gary believe that they were at least next to each other.

“We will lock down the station until our pack member is found…”

"Gary! Go now!" Mar’in bellowed.

The human needed no further prompt and gave a swift kick to the vent cover. His sprint from behind the crate was unmolested and he aimed towards a large dangerous looking ship that had its ramp open and seemed flight ready.

'They can bill me!' Gary thought to himself as he scrambled aboard, unaware of who the owner was. The thing was deserted, he ended up standing in front of the oversized pilot seat and began flipping the switches needed to make a hasty getaway. Most crafts, especially ones of Galactic Community design had very similar if not exact same designs overall. Whoever owned this, was part of the Community.

A low growl filled the cockpit, freezing Gary’s blood.

Gary stopped with his finger frozen over the last few dials he needed to adjust that prevented him from leaving.

"Worthy indeed...." the towering space werewolf growled from the cockpit entrance.

It was the caramel coloured one from the message in his quarters. It stood a good nine feet tall and was currently blocking his only escape. It crouched low, extending its arms out to the side, obsidian claws glinting in the artificial light. There was no easy way past and the cockpit only had one way in and one way out.

It yawned slowly, only it struck Gary that it wasn't yawning, it was coiling to attack.

This realisation saved him, for the next moment it lunged forward with deadly intent in its eyes. He threw himself low and avoided a heavy mass of muscle, fur and teeth as it sailed over head and landed roughly against the console.

By the time the man was on his feet once more however, she was on him. He pushed forward to run, but jaws clamped down from the crook of his neck, down across his chest. He expected teeth to pierce into him, but they merely held him in place as she bodily lifted him up and over with the strength of her neck alone, until he was thrown down against the metal floor with a resounding clang.

Pushing himself to his knees, the wind knocked from him, something heavy and warm straddled him from behind and crouched low, forcing him to stay on his hands and knees, wrapping a set of strong arms around his torso. Those arms held him against the canid that had defeated him in a single move. It panted from behind his head, it’s chest breathing in and out pressing against his back.

“Haa… when our leader had said that she had smelt a worthy addition to the pack, we doubted.”

A muzzle appeared from behind Gary’s head, its whiskers tickling his ear as it spoke slowly and menacingly.

“Resourceful, quick, the only reason you failed was that you were cornered. Worthy, indeed.”

A thick broad tongue drew itself across the side of Gary’s face, wicking the sweat away from him.

“Your choice, join us or not, we wished to test and you nearly bested the whole clan. Stories will be told about this day, but I would say… you will do well with us human…”

Goosebumps had covered the human from head to toe, so when the canid released him and stalked from the room, Gary remained knelt there on the cockpit floor. Looking up, he watched as she sashayed from the room, casting a glance and a wink over her shoulder before disappearing from view.

“What.. the f-”

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #canid #hfy #haso

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warrior-cats-rewritten · 1 month

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Future Scene from Mothwing's Secrets

"So?" Hawkfrost's voice broke her out of her thoughts and Mothwing turned, setting the burdock down gently onto the wooden plate. "How's it going, new Medicine Cat Apprentice?"

"Amazing!" Mothwing beamed. "Oh Hawkfrost, I've never felt so... Free! Working with herbs and learning all these things feels so much better than warrior training did." She reached over to start bundling some moss together, her claws were extended but her paw was working gently to make sure the moss wouldn't tear.

Hawkfrost sat down, purring softly and puffing out his chest. His large forepaws were digging into the soft earth of the den in excitement. "I knew you'd love it." He remarked. "All thanks yours truly. You're welcome, Moth."

Mothwing stopped. Her paws now resting on the half-formed ball of moss. "W... What do you mean?" She looked into his icy blue eyes, full of pride.

"Well, it was obvious Mudfur wasn't going to take you on without a sign." He explained, chucking to himself. "So I just..." He pinched two toes together. "Boop! Popped a moth wing clean off a nice moth and placed it near the den!" He pulled his paw back, as if reenacting what he had done with childish glee.

"You what?"

Hawkfrost tilted his head and Mothwing felt as if the ground had flooded under her feet, a deep chill spreading through her bones. "What? I was helping you. It was already dead-"

"You faked the sign?"

Hawkfrost stared at her as if she'd asked him to fly. "Well... Yeah. 'Starclan' wasn't going to, so I had to take matters on myself."

Her jaw hung open in shock. All of that special connection to Starclan... Was it a lie? Was it just pretty dreams after all? If any cat could fake a sign, then... "Why?" She asked, a lump rising in her throat. "Why would you do that!?"

Hawkfrost glared at her, his eyes like chips of hard ice. "In case you haven't noticed, Moth, we're not like the others."

"What do you mean by that?" Mothwing snarled, her fur beginning to bristle. This couldn't be true, she was wanted by Starclan... Wasn't she? The golden tabby molly hissed at her brother. "What does that have to do with a fake Omen, Hawkfrost?"

"Look at us, Moth!" Hawkfrost jumped to his feet, a desperate growl in his throat. "Because do you know what they see when THEY look at us?! Starclan is NEVER going to approve of us! We are the children of Tigerstar and an ex-kittypet!"

Horror filled her gut and Mothwing took a step back, both siblings tabby stripes reflecting in the water pool the Medicine Den housed. "I thought you loved our mom." She murmured. "I thought you were proud."

"I do and I am!" Said Hawkfrost, his meow getting hoarse but louder. "I love mom! I love her so, so much... But that doesn't change the FACT THAT WE...!" He trailed off, swallowing harshly and panting slightly.

About to burst with rage, Mothwing stepped forward, her claws shredding the moss she'd had into tiny, unusable scraps. "Go on. Finish that sentence. I dare you."

Her brother's quiet mew sounded as he looked down at the scratched earth. "It's not our fault." He murmured. "But... It still can't be helped. I can't change where we came from... I can't make Starclan speak, but I can still help you."

Mothwing swallowed, and hissed softly. 'You really wanna talk about Starclan's approval? What a joke. You've already proven that any cat can make an omen if they're clever enough.' She glared at her brother, and hissed again, louder.

"Do me a favour, Hawkfrost. Don't ever 'help' me again. Better yet, just leave me alone."

Her brother reeled back, his gaze full of hurt that quickly turned to anger. "Fine. Mothwing." He spat her name as if it tasted foul on his tongue. "I sincerely hope you enjoy your new position."

He turned, padding out of the Medicine Den with his pelt bristling, his dark tabby fur turning blood-red in the light of the sunset, not even bothering to look over his shoulder to growl at her.

"You earned it.”

#hawkfrost #mothwing #tigerstar #wc sasha #warrior cats #warrior cats rewrite #warriors #wcr #mothwing's secrets #mothwing's secret

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madnessreruns · 1 year

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💖 I'm loving your writing so much May I request a jealous Gotham Jervis Tetch? Thank youu

Peaceful for much longer

Gotham! Jervis Tetch x Reader

Note: I love gotham! Jervis so much he’s baby to me… Also the legion gets a little cameo in this

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Soft rain pelted onto the car window as the whirr of the car driving down the busy gotham street rumbled under you. You sat up straight, very excited for the night ahead of you. You glanced to your left, a goofy smile crossed your face. You boyfriend was sitting next to you, all dressed up, as he always was. Hair daintily done, suit perfectly hugging his form, or maybe that was just to you, anything he wore was perfect to you.

You reached your hand up to your face, biting softly at your fingernails, quietly a giggle left your lips, softly sighing as you watched him. Beautiful brown eyes focused on the road, his perfect lips parted just so slightly as his lost focus into the road ahead. The way his right gloved hand was placed on top of yours. That’s something about him, he always liked to have a hand in you somehow.

You brushed a piece of hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. He softly smiled, glancing over at you, feeling your smile return. The two of you sat there in silence, comfortably as you gently caressed the side of his face, brushing your hand over the soft skin and hair. He stopped at a light for a moment, turning his torso to look at you.

“You know,” he murmured, “you really shouldn’t distract the driver while their driving? You don’t wanna get hurt, hm?” His soft voice made you feel all fuzzy inside, you chuckled.

“Well I can’t possibly help it when my driver looks so gorgeous,” you cheekily said, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw. His face grew warm, compliments always made him stop his formal, smooth persona for a moment, just to bathe in your affection.

“I can’t help it when I need to impress my lovely partner tonight,” he caressed the top of your hand with his thumb as he held your hand. “CANT have any other vile gentleman coming and deciding your theirs,” he mumbled, his voice going sharp at the end.

“Jervis c’mon babe, you know that would never happen,” you whispered into his ear, he let out a soft shiver. “I love you to much for that,”

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As he parked the car you leaned toward to look out the window. The building was almost menacing, looming. Large archways, beautiful architecture, it made you feel so inferior. But comparing that to Jervis? It was like a match made in heaven. He matched the pristine walls, detailed and intricate designs, along with the other stunning guests entering the building.

You heard your door open, he had opened it for you, polite as always, you got out, taking his hand as he shut the door behind you.

“So, remind me, what is this thing again?” You asked, glancing up at him.

“Ah it’s all fine my dear- it’s a meet up for people involved with business like mine,” he spoke in a way that made it sound so mysterious what he did. Bashing heads and mind control was not something you would think about when looking at him.

“No need to worry, you will know people there,” he added. You giggled.

“Of course silly, you’re here,” you said, playfully tapping on his arm. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes, although the stupid grin on his face told you he didn’t mind your dumb jokes and antics.

“Yes- I will be here but that’s not what I meant,” he told you, glancing around at the other cars. “Mr Valeska and Mr Crane shall join us today,” he spoke.

“Oh yeah I know those guys,” you said, booping along with him, not wanting to be left behind. You joined the three a few times, they had gotten rather fond of you, checking in on you and random times and asking Jervis how you were when you weren’t around to tell them.

He softly chuckled and nodded, “I know”.

He gently grabbed your hand, opening the door for you as he led you through. Quickly, you were glued to his side, people walked and talked past you, every now and then stopping Jervis to strike up a quick conversation with him. He could tell you were nervous, he gently pat your hand smiling sweetly at you.

He pulled you into a room with lots of people and sat down with you. 3 others sat around you, none of them you recognized. One was a woman, wrapped in what seemed to be chainmail, bright red goggles sat on her forehead. Next to her a man sat, freckles littered his face as his sharp eyes rolled when the two of you sat down, his hair was somewhat pointy, it stuck up with pale purple streaks mixing in with the black color. He looked annoyed, pale skin wrinkling around his nose as he scrunched it up in disgust, particularly at you and Jervis. Next to him the last man sat, was he a man? Or was he some type of robot alien. You didn’t want to ask. He could barely see his actually face behind glass that enclosed around his face, giant robot-like suit kept his body in it, white hair sticking out from under the glass. You glanced up at Jervis, he seemed rather content with this, not questioning the odd characters around him, well, he was an odd character himself so what were you expecting?

You two sat for a moment, the others chatting away quietly. They eventually started asking for his input, you didn’t say a peep, didn’t eat either has several waiters came around to serve food. One of them, caught your eye. A man, foreign, with a sweet smile who complimented your hairstyle and color. His hand lingered on your shoulder for a moment longer then it should’ve , but you didn’t mind, he wasn’t mean to you, that’s all that mattered.

After he left he kept looking over at you, every time he came back to re-fill a drink or asking if everything’s okay, he’d always say something to you, asking if you needed something, or simply just talking to you. You didn’t seem to understand how he was being overly friendly, you were just happy someone talked to you, it was a breath of fresh air after everyone else was gloomy or creepy here.

Of course, Jervis picked up on his, glaring daggers into the man when he came around, but not saying a word, he didn’t want to let up his persona around his colleagues. But you knew he didn’t like him, by the way he tightly grabbed onto your hand or spoke for you when he came around.

This goes without saying but, you would never, ever cheat on Jervis, why would you? He’s everything you could ask for and more, you thought he knew that but as he protectively pulled you against him when the man came around you started to question if he knew how loyal you are to him.

You gently picked up your food with your fork, it smelt delicious but you didn’t know if you should eat right now. You glanced over to Jervis, who was only a few inches away from you after scooting as close as he could get to you, he noticed you right away, almost as if he’s been watching you out of the corner of his eye.

“Something wrong?” He asked you, his voice causing your heart to do backflips, soft and smooth, a loving tone he reserved for you.

“Am I- allowed to eat?” You asked him, his eyebrows scrunched together.

“Why yes my- my dear why would you have it in your plate if you couldn’t?” He asked worriedly. “That man didn’t make you uncomfortable did he?” His voice got sharp, a low anger bubbling in his tone. You shook your head, he raised an eyebrow, perfectly gorgeous wrinkles forming around his eyebrows that made you smile. Gently reaching up to stroke his face his your thumb. His shoulders relaxed, leaning into your touch.

“You look lovely tonight,” you softly spoke, adoring his expression as he proudly beamed, ruffling with his dorky bow tie, finicky pretending to fix it.

“I have to look my best for you,” he said, laughing at his own cheesy remark. He pursed his lips, your mouth softly open, just a bit, curling into a smile as you leaned forward to place a kiss on his perfect mouth. He smiled, eagerly leaning forward to wrap an arm around your waist, greedily kissing you.

You two slowly pulled apart, resting you foreheads on each others. He smiled, absolutely gorgeous. You reached up, brushing a piece of hair off his cheek to press a kiss to it, he squirmed in his seat, leaning down to stuff his face into your neck, trying to muffle is giggles as you kissed his cheeks.

“Feeling better?” You asked him, the corners of your lips flexed up into a cheeky grin. He looked up at your, stunning deep brown eyes sparkling up at you.

“So much better, my dear,” he softly murmured, before glancing up at you, “but,” he continued on, “it would be so much better if he could just leave. He grumbled, shooting a glance over to the other occupants of the table, who were talking amongst themselves.

“Why can’t we?” You asked, softly playing with his shirt collar. He just signed, shrugging his shoulders.

“It’s beyond me why we even had to come here in the first place,” he said, eyes darting around the room, “this place is full of street thugs and amateur criminals,” his spat, eyeing a specific group of young boys, all in a group.

He sneered, not liking to share they title of criminal with low-lives like them, he spent lots of his time making sure the two of you live comfortably, only to be compared to street rats.

“It’s fine baby,” you softly cooed, “let’s just get through the night mkay?” You softly said.

He nodded, eyeing the waiter from earlier

“Between that man,” he pointed at the waiter, “and those boys,” he pointed again,”I can’t promise it’ll stay peaceful for much longer,”

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#cas.txt #gotham #gotham fox #gotham tv #gotham x reader #Jervis tetch #gotham jervis tetch #Jervis Tetch x reader #anonymous

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cophene · 2 months

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005 | not quite resemblance.

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pairing : jojolion x gn reader summary : the heir to an limitless fortune goes on a vacation to morioh to find their true love. seems easy enough; only, if that they're unable to find their love, they'll lose not just their fortune, but their life. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.8k+

★ . . . THE VIEW OUTSIDE OF THE Higashikata's living room was calming. Wall Eyes aside, watching the waves crash against the tiny coast in the distance put you at ease. It really did look like something out of a painting, meticulously arranged and maintained. Norisuke’s architect had been brilliant in choosing the mansion’s location.

You felt something prod against your socked foot. You looked down and grimaced. “That’s the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen.”

Karera guffawed, nearly choking on her gum. She leaned over to look at the dog nuzzling your foot. “Aw, come on. He’s kinda cute.”

You scrunched your nose as Karera began cooing at the dog. What breed was it even? It had a little clump of fur at the end of its tail and the darker fur along its neck almost looked like a horse mane. And where had it come from? It was like the thing had just phased up from the floor.

Karera lifted the dog from the floor, ignoring its whines. “What’s your name, cutie? Huh? What is it?” Karera asked in a gooey voice as though the dog could answer. She scratched his scruff and you couldn’t tell if the dog liked it or if he wanted to die.

“I have some gum. You want some gum?”

“Don’t give the dog gum, Karera.”

Karera pointed the dog’s snout at you. “Why not? He wants some, right?” She moved the dog’s head up and down.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Pet him! Come on, just a boop on the nose.” Karera was squeezing the dog like it belonged to her. You and the dog shared looks of exasperation.

“If only he could roll my dice,” you said, only half-joking. You didn’t think your Stand worked on animals but you had never had the chance to try. Getting this dog to execute a task would be hard, but it would be interesting to see if you could still use your dice to gauge its trustworthiness. You were still trying to figure out how to fit the dice into the dog's paws when a voice spoke up.

“His name is Iwasuke.”

You and Karera looked up. A kid stood at your elbow, green hair curling at her chin and her polka-dot dress fisted into her hand. She started a little when you leaned towards her.

“The dog. His name is Iwasuke.”

“It is?” Karera squealed, pulling the dog tighter. “Aw, that’s so cute!”

You smirked. “What, like Josuke and Norisuke?”

“Yeah, my grandpa doesn’t like the name much. Josuke either.”

The dog was still ugly, but for the name alone you could forgive it. The colour of its fur did remind you a little of rocks.

“Sorry for my friend manhandling your dog,” you said to the kid. “I’m Y/N. She’s Karera. Norisuke-san is letting me stay for a while for my vacation. What’s your name?”

“Tsurugi,” the kid said. She scratched her head where an origami frog rested in her hair. You couldn’t tell how old she was. Eight or nine maybe? You couldn’t say you liked children much but Tsurugi seemed alright. At least she wasn’t pelting you with obnoxious questions.

“So is Joshu your older brother or…?”

Tsurugi shook her head. “Joshu is my uncle. My dad is the oldest.”

Ah. That made a little more sense. Still, you couldn’t imagine Joshu being very nice to his niece.

“I made something for you.” Tsurugi opened her palm. It was another origami frog, this one in hexagon-patterned paper. The folds were all clean and crisp, way better than anything you thought a kid could make.

“You can flick it like this to make it hop,” Tsurugi said, demonstrating on the arm of your chair. You smiled.

“Thanks, Tsurugi.” You looked over to Karera but she was still talking gooey gibberish to Iwasuke. Because you couldn’t resist, you took out your bone dice.

“Wanna play a game?”

Tsurugi didn’t answer, only peering at the dice.

“If you roll over a seven, I’ll make something for you. But if you roll under, then you have to make something for me.”

“Okay.”

Tsurugi held the dice in her pudgy fist. You held out the jade plate and she dropped them down deliberately.

You frowned. A four?

“What do you want me to make for you?” Tsurugi asked.

“It can be whatever you want,” you said, quickly hiding your surprise. Four was a low number to roll, especially for just a kid. That usually meant it was someone not to deal with twice.

Tsurugi nodded. “I’ll make you a butterfly.”

You slipped your dice away. You had put out a bet because you’d thought Tsurugi would roll a six at least. That way you could’ve just made a paper crane or something. You hadn’t specified a date for the butterfly, which was good. You just hoped Tsurugi wouldn’t forget or her parents would be in for a surprise when her fingers started popping off.

“Welcome to the Higashikata household. My name is Nijimura Kei and I am the housekeeper here.” You straightened at the voice, habit like an iron rod being shoved up your back. Karera showed no such decorum. She attempted to blow a bubble with her gum into Iwasuke’s face, only to smack it loudly when it popped. Tsurugi giggled.

The woman who had drifted into the room kept her face blank. You didn’t pay much attention to hired help, but she had to be the most stunning housekeeper you’d ever met. Her dark hair was tied back from her face in a low bun, her model-smooth features giving away nothing. A chin-strap cap shadowed her eyes with an ornamented golden G and U glinting in the front. She was dressed in a collared black dress and pressed apron, like any other maid save for the star-patterned pantyhose.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You rose from your seat slightly to offer the housekeeper a slight bow. “I’m L/N Y/N, and this is my friend, Sakunami Karera. Thank you for having us.”

Kei nodded stiffly. She placed a tray on the coffee table, the ice cubes in the tall glasses of juice clinking together.

“I have been directed by Norisuke-san to attend to any needs you may have while you’re here. Please let me know if there’s anything I can help you with. Dinner will be served shortly.”

You nodded your thanks and Karera gave a lazy wave. As Kei left, you wondered if she had also been directed by Norisuke-san to be so emotionless, or if that was just how she was.

Karera reached for a glass of drink, finally allowing Iwasuke’s freedom. The little dog ran off, Tsurugi on his heels. Karera paused at the magazine peeking out from under the tray and slid it out to read it.

“Sheesh. This girl on the cover is a total babe,” Karera sighed. She flipped the cover around to show you. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. A perfect doll face. Hato stunning in blonde! chirped the little subtitles.

“She’s cute,” you agreed, slurping from the juice.

“The picture’s probably been Photoshopped, though.”

“Never seen hair like that before. How did the stylists get it to end in arrowheads like that?”

“Oh, those are just accessories they put on the ends of my hair. They blend in like extensions. My manager said they would ugly but I’ve received no end of compliments about them.”

You turned in your seat to find the girl in the magazine leaning over your shoulder in the flesh. The photographers must not have had to edit much because she was just as gorgeous up close.

“That is a pretty cute picture they chose of me, isn’t it?” the girl asked, scrutinizing the magazine cover.

“No way!” Karera exclaimed. She looked from the magazine to the girl and back again. “You live here?”

“Sure do. Wanna copy of that magazine? It’s only 680 yen.” The girl—Hato—flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave a blinding smile.

Karera turned to you. “So tell me how she’s related to the dickwad?”

“I ask myself that same question every day.” Josuke returned to the living room just then. He perched himself on the arm of your chair when Hato went to sit on your other side. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t secretly pleased at the proximity.

“Who? Joshu?” Hato scoffed. “Your guess is as good as mine. At this point, you’re more of a Higashikata than my brother.”

“Make sure he never knows you said that or he’ll be trying to kill me again” Josuke said faintly.

You and Karera looked at each other at the same time. Again?

Hato raised her eyebrows at Josuke. “So, they’re the guests Dad was talking about? I thought they were going to be old and crusty. We could go clubbing or something.”

Karera wrinkled her nose. “Clubbing? There’s nothing here but boogie shops and those creepy cliffs.”

Hato waved her hand. “That’s ‘cause you’re a tourist. You don’t know where to look.”

“You have never once taken me clubbing or otherwise since I’ve been living here,” Josuke said pointedly.

“Because all of that happened,” Hato replied. “Wasn’t really the time for it.”

Josuke said nothing but still looked dubious. You were itching to ask just what all of that was. How had Josuke ended up living with the Higashikatas if he wasn’t their relative?

You barely kept from screaming when another girl popped up near your feet, resting her head on your knees. She blinked her large, dark eyes at you, black bangs sweeping to the side. She looked like an inquisitive animal doing that, with the bear ears sprouting from her pink hoodie and the large white heart patterned over her sternum.

“What do you think of Foxtrot?” she asked. She looked young, maybe in high school. She might have been Hato’s and Joshu’s sister, but at this point, no one in the family seemed to share any sort of resemblance. “Some people think it’s too experimental and doesn’t fit in with the energy of everything else, but I find the mythical and Biblical imagery fascinating.”

Hato rolled her eyes. “Enough with that, Daiya. No one knows about your obscure music preferences.”

“Prog rock, right?” you said, and Daiya’s eyes fairly shone. You couldn't help smiling at the attention. “I’ve never listened to Foxtrot, but it sounds pretty cool from how you described it. I’m mostly into King Crimson and Pink Floyd.”

Josuke let out a surprised sound. “You might be the first person who actually knows what Daiya’s talking about.”

“Ooh, I love them too!” Daiya exclaimed. “Have you listened to their latest—”

Joshu’s voice rang down the hallway. “I found Mitsuba and Tsurugi, isn’t that enough?”

“When I tell you to get everyone, that means get everyone.”

Norisuke entered the living room followed by a sullen-looking Joshu. Behind him was an older woman with side swept bangs carrying Tsurugi on her hip.

“Looks like everyone’s here,” Norisuke said, looking everyone over with grudging approval. He smiled in your direction. “And looks like you’ve met everyone.” Norisuke tilted his head in the woman’s direction. “This lovely woman over here is my eldest son’s wife, Mitsuba. And their daughter, Tsurugi.”

You waved at both of them, Tsurugi’s number four flashing in your mind. The unluckiest number, according to some.

“Where is your eldest son?” Karera drawled. “And Mrs. Higashikata?”

You pursed your lips. You didn’t remember the Higashikatas being such a big family. And though you’d forgotten about it in the midst of meeting everyone, your stomach was informing you just how hungry it was. Josuke must have heard it growl because he hid a smile.

“Hm, that’s right.” Norisuke’s eyebrows drew together. “Where is Jobin?”

“Isn’t he still on his trip?” Hato said. “He said he wouldn’t be coming back until a few weeks at least.”

Beside you, you thought Josuke stiffened.

“I don’t remember him saying that,” Norisuke muttered. He shrugged after a moment and strode over to the kitchen. “That’s too bad. You two will just have to meet him later on. Kei, how’s dinner coming along? You can have Joshu bring everything out!”

It didn’t escape your notice that Norisuke had glossed over the mention of his wife, and judging from the devious look on Karera’s face, neither had she.

As everyone trailed into the dining room, Norisuke pulled you aside.

“I apologize we didn’t get the chance to talk before,” he said. He took a moment to chew over his words, then continued. “I’m assuming you're here because of the curse?”

Your body went cold. You instinctively made to cover your brand, even though Norisuke must have seen it by now. “How did you know?”

“An educated guess. You were never interested in coming here before with your mother and uncle. I don’t see why that would change now unless you had to.”

Of course. The Higashikatas had become close business partners with your family after the purchase of the vineyards and wineries. Your uncle often spoke with Norisuke over the phone, both patriarchs informing each other about their families.

“You know my uncle is sick then,” you said.

“I do. I noticed he wasn’t his usual self a few months ago, but he must not be getting better if you’re here.”

You pursed your lips. “How much do you know about the curse, exactly?”

Norisuke’s smile was lopsided. “Your uncle never told you that I was his wingman when he was here? I’m the reason he found your aunt.”

You blinked. This was news to you. Then again, stuff about the family curse had always been kept under wraps. Unless you were the heir or the one attempting to succeed the heir, the curse was more a far-off myth than anything. It hadn’t been until a few months ago that your uncle had released a deluge of information on you, sharing family trees and diary entries and photographs. It was a hefty responsibility, shifting the weight from the current heir to the potential one. You supposed no one but you and your uncle knew the extent of the curse.

“Your uncle and I were very close, even then. I promised him that should another heir come back to Morioh, I’d do everything I could to help them.”

“You couldn’t,” you said. “Like you said, it’s a family responsibility. You don’t need—”

“I’m happy to,” Norisuke said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t even worry about it, kid.”

You nodded. Norisuke wouldn’t listen if you argued, but you were determined to get this curse over with by yourself. Your family was counting on you, after all.

The dining room was just as elegant and spacious as the rest of the house, and so everyone had no problem gathering around the table. You took the seat one over from Norisuke at the head of the table, Daiya quickly sitting next to you and Karera to her left. Joshu went to take the seat farthest away from you, but Mitsuba placed her daughter in the seat as though she hadn’t seen him. Eventually, he found himself sitting across from you, to both of your distaste. If you weren’t so hungry, you would have wondered why he couldn’t have switched spots with Josuke. Kei hovered in the corner of the room as everyone settled themselves, darting forward a few times to straighten a plate or readjust a serving spoon.

“Thank you for the food, Kei. You’ve done a marvelous job, as usual,” Norisuke said to the housekeeper, and everyone else murmured their thanks. Kei nodded once, then drifted off. You would’ve invited her to eat with you but it didn’t seem as though she would’ve accepted anyway.

Eventually, as dinner was cleared away and dessert was served, Norisuke finally spoke up.

“Y/N, I’m sure we’re all anxious to hear about your reasons for staying in Morioh for your vacation. Why don’t you tell us a little bit about what’s happening.” He gave you a meaningful look. “At your own pace, of course.”

The bite of dessert you’d been eating went down your throat wrong. You started coughing, spluttering a thanks when Daiya hurriedly handed over your water glass.

Was he being serious? You were willing to explain your circumstances to Norisuke, but did the entire family need to know?

You got your coughing under control and took a second to collect your thoughts. Living it everyday, you’d gotten used to the curse looming over your head, like living under perpetually overcast skies. It seemed simple enough in your head, but once the words gained shape out in the open, that wouldn’t be the case anymore.

You reached for your bone dice. This was the entire reason you were here. What good would it do to put it off?

With their familiar chill and a reassuring grin from Karera, you started talking.

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soupbabe · 2 years

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The Lost Boys with a Werewolf! S/o Headcanons

I personally think there should be more Monster! Reader content, especially for Lost Boys omg

David

- Surprisingly the most welcoming to the idea of werewolves in Santa Carla

- Doesn't mean he's not going to be an asshole about it though

- His curiosity tends to overtake him a lot, sometimes he'll break silence by asking a lot of questions

- Some more personal and have the vibe of "this could definitely be used to kill me later" but you trust David and tbh he has that effect on everyone

- He finds your more dog side adorable and will tease you to hell and back

- Absolutely loves using lingo typically directed at dogs towards you

- Good boy/girl/dog, dog commands like sit/stay, and calling you puppy are very common

- It never fails to get a shit eating grin out of him and riling you up

Paul

- Everything about dating Paul is fun

- You do everything together; from hunting to howling at the moon as you ride on the back of his motorcycle

- Although he was hesitant at first when he met you, he fully embraces and loves the wolf side of you

- He cannot get his hands off of you once you transform, your fur feeling like heaven between his fingers

- He loves the idea of just scaring the shit out of future victims on a full moon <3

- Honestly he acts more like a lost puppy around you the most, always mimicking your actions and begging for attention

- Just like David, he is very prone to using dog-based pet names for you

Dwayne

- I love the idea of werewolf reader absolutely going stupid around Dwayne <33

- Always sitting in his lap like those giant dogs that don't realize they're not the most comfortable size on someone's lap, being overly affectionate, and giving him gifts

- Which are usually dead animals, but Dwayne cherishes it so much

- He skins them himself and uses their bones for jewelry and everything else for fur for other crafting project

- Dwayne tries so hard to treat you normally, but he really can't say no when you ask him to play fetch

- And omg you around Laddie? He swears he could feel his heart beat again

- You're literally the big bad wolf, a children's book's nightmare, and yet here you are letting some 8 year old boop your nose and ride on your back

Marko

- Omg y'all are the dumbest together <33

- Marko loves having a nonhuman partner because it just means they're more durable and less likely to get hurt

- So he loves play fighting and wrestling with you !! He literally has no other love language

- He's the kind of guy to pin you down and steal a kiss for his prize <33

- Marko loves your werewolf form out of anyone on this list he thinks it's so hot to see his s/o become a thing of people's nightmares <33

- Will stare at you mauling a man with hearts in his eyes

- He loves cuddling up to you in wolf form its like he has a sentient blanket as a lover

- There's also no doubt he's made room on his jacket for you, sneaking in one of the many pelts you've gave him as a new add-on

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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hot wheels | natasha romanoff x reader

explicit, 5,2k words, f/f. meet-ugly but still very much wholesome. we love a girlboss. natasha catches some random woman keying her brand new car but decides to be the better person for once and hear the woman out. turns out, being the better person can even get one laid! warnings: singular use of the d-slur, references to an abusive ex, lesbian sex.

[no y/n, no "you", nickname only, no reader description - race/age/body type neutral, she/her pronouns]

Natasha gave the tall, lanky boy an unimpressed look as she side-stepped the arguing couple to avoid colliding with the annoyed, teary-eyed woman the boy was groveling to. It was nearing rush hour and there was shopping to be done before the heavy NYC traffic could steer her already busy schedule down into an unmanageable chaos.

"But, Foxy, you know I didn't mean it! I love you, more than anything!"

The items on the spy's list were checked off methodically, item after item landing in the cart with a quiet thud as the redhead maneuvered through the isles with tactical precision. The usual afternoon crowd began to fill the store, taking up the so-needed breathing space; Natasha's shopping trip wasn't a moment of leisure and with her neverending to-do list full, she hurried to the self-check-out register, flying through the motions mindlessly.

Scan, place, beep, boop, pay, load up the bags, make way to the car, load up and pedal to the metal.

Scratch that. No, scratch - Natasha's eyes bulged as she neared her shiny, brand new Charger, seeing the obvious defects even from a mile away: the paint, previously cherry red and gleaming in the sun, ruined by a series of thin, gray lines, standing out unpleasantly on the otherwise pristine vehicle.

And the culprit, who's tuft of hair peeked over the hood of the car on the other side of the Charger, almost fully hidden between her car and the large Chevrolet in the next parking spot over.

Natasha's fingers clenched around the handle of the cart as she fought the urge to reach for her knife safely holstered under her leather jacket. "Excuse me?" Tone quiet and deadly, the spy prepared herself to fight or at least slightly shake up the hooligan.

The figure froze, vaguely familiar clothing and a puffy, tear-stained face slowly rising from behind Natasha's car. "In my defense, he deserves it," the girl - Foxy - the one that was arguing in front of the store earlier, declared through a stream of angry tears. "Call the cops if you want, I don't care." It was unclear if the girl recognised her, the Black Widow, as she made no move to run for the hills, just pathetically sniffled, pocketing the keys she used to scratch Natasha's car.

"That's my car," The spy responded flatly, a great deal of amusement crawling into her face as Foxy's eyes bulged, jaw fell slack, horror plain and evident overshadowing the waterworks. Natasha quickly pieced two and two together but patiently waited for the initial shock to subside before popping a question. "A word of advice, if I may?"

Foxy nodded, dumbfounded, frantically scrambling for the contents of her pockets, searching for something with the agility of a panicking cat, more than half of the contents spilling out onto the ground.

Natasha unlocked the car, popping the trunk and loading in her bags as she raised her voice to be heard over the noise of a busy parking lot. "Don't mess with the paint, the insurance will cover it. Slash three tires - not four - or take a swing at the front bumper and the headlights," the trunk slid shut with a quiet click as the spy inspected the damages close-up. Her Charger looked like it was attacked by a pack of aggressive, feral cats with nails of steel. "And always check the number plates before committing acts of vandalism to make sure you're enacting revenge on the right person." The last part was said with a smirk.

As the spy stepped closer to Foxy, she noted the excessive puffiness of her cheeks and the shaking fingers that held a checkbook and a pen. The woman looked torn between terrified and apologetic, worrying her lip between her teeth. "I'm so, so sorry. Todd just got his new car, it's identical to yours and I didn't get the chance to memorize the number plate yet," the offending man's name was said with a pitiful growl. "How much?" She weakly motioned to the ruined bodywork.

"What'd he do?" Natasha didn't resist her curiousity, leaning against the driver's side door and sizing up the other woman. She was pretty, well-dressed and reasonably wealthy on the first sight. "Yeah, he looked like a Todd," The quip slipped from the redhead's lips as she remembered the man from earlier. Foxy looked way too good to be wasting her time on someone who looked like an adolescent that hadn't outgrown his skater boy phase.

Foxy chuckled shyly at Natasha's remark, smoothing a hand over her face. "Lord, where do I even begin..." The sigh was loud and long. "He lived in my apartment rent-free, made me give up my cat by lying about his allergies, went through nine low-wage jobs in two years, did nothing but play video games in his free time and developed a pot addiction, thus spending all his money on it," she began steadily but her tone grew in pitch with every added offence as Natasha's eyebrows climbed higher and higher. "My last straw was when he took out a loan he couldn't pay off to buy his brand new cool car," the words were spat out with venom. "I threw him out last Saturday. He's been following me around all the time," Foxy continued, growing dark in the face. "And then I found out he had been cheating on me for I don't know how long. I just... I just lost it," she finished pathetically, all but crumbling into a pile of human misery.

Natasha's face had frozen into mute disbelief somewhere around the first half of the story, repulsion and astonishment mixing into a flurry of quiet rage on the random woman's behalf. Menfolk were bizarre animals, and as much as the spy felt herself annoyed by her roommates at the tower, she couldn't help but feel relieved that the men surrounding her were far from douchebags of the casual variety. This Todd, however, was no amateur, and had done Foxy really, really dirty.

The redhead made up her mind rather quickly. "That's a lot to unpack," she carefully studied the micro-expressions on the other woman's face. "I have a couple of nice bottles of wine at my place and nobody to share them with. Care for a glass?"

Foxy's eyes widened once more. "I don't- I don't want to take up your time, I mean, I'm sure you've got more important shit to do, like save the world and y'know..." The stammering was followed by a shy look to the side.

So, Foxy had recognised her. And she didn't go running the other way like most people that encountered her in disadvantageous situations did. "I actually don't, I was just getting my shopping done for a lack of better things to do," Natasha lied seamlessly, motioning to the other side of the car. "Hop in." Mission reports and Barton's pizza date could wait.

The woman made quick way around, buckling into the seat in seconds, right before Natasha peeled off from the parking lot towards the Avengers tower at breathtaking speeds. The car was a gift from Tony - one of the rare things he managed to get right - and an absolute pleasure to drive.

"What's your name?" The redhead asked, juggling the steering and her smartphone effortlessly.

The woman rattled of her first and last name on between attempts to fix her runny make-up and wipe the dried snot and tears off her face. "Foxy is a nickname my gramps gave me, said I used to excessively play with fox pelts in the attic when I was a kid," the woman added with a snort, totally oblivious to Natasha's eyebrow raise as the spy read the information on her in-between overtaking slower cars.

Good student, good family life, stable income and good career growth in a prospective sector. What did Foxy even find in a guy like Todd? The most important information, however, was also most pleasing. No ties to any kind of intelligence gathering organizations.

As Natasha parked and popped the trunk once more, the other woman offered a hand with her shopping bags. Friday acknowledged the newcomer, startling her, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and mention, loudly, that if Tony decided to pay them a surprise visit, he may end up castrated or shot on sight, much to Foxy's bashful snickering.

Once the shopping was put away and the wine opened, the spy let herself curl up on the couch opposite the woman who studied her Spartan style apartment with curios eyes. The lack of knick knacks must've been a surprise for her: Natasha's apartment looked bare compared to what she'd seen in other's people's homes but the desire to make the environment more cozy had never been strong enough to actually act upon it. She wasn't used to staying in a place for very long.

"Do you still want to get back at the bastard?" The redhead asked once the first bottle was coming to an end. The alcohol was sitting low, pleasantly warm in their bellies and the food that they'd ordered in the middle of a casual chit-chat lulled them into a state of comfortable stupor.

"I want to gouge his eyes out and wear them as a battle trophy," Foxy was slightly slurring her words, much more affected by the wine than the stoic, experienced agent. "But I guess I can settle for petty crime or arson."

"I'm sensing you didn't tell me the whole list of grievances," true to her words, the spy felt as it there was a possibility quite a few things were being left unsaid.

Foxy sighed once again, placing the empty glass on the table and using her palm to prop her flushed face against it, blankly staring off into the far end of the room. "I came out as bisexual last year and he was giving me so much shit for it. Todd kept pushing for a threesome and when I refused, started accusing me of cheating during our fights, called me a whore a couple of times," the more she spoke, the higher Natasha's anger levels rose.

Not only was a Todd a dick, he was an abusive one. Truly, the grand prize of Asshat Lottery. "I have an idea or three," the spy twirled the remaining red liquid in her glass before downing it. "But it'll have to stay between us two."

"I'm listening," Foxy turned to meet Natasha's face, eyes considerably more alert than seconds before.

A few days past their amicable wine-and-revenge get-together, Natasha's doorbell rang as if she wasn't already had been made aware by Friday that a visitor was coming up to see her. Boxes of hair bleach and dye laid stacked on the living room table, surrounded by jewelry and assorted accessories. A pitcher of fresh sangria topped the ensemble, two clean glasses placed neatly on the tray next to it.

"Hi, Nat," Foxy's smile was a mile wide - a far cry from the sniffling sad sack of a woman the spy had first met. The nickname flowed freely from the woman's lips, as calm as Natasha's own answering grin and greeting. "I gots the stuff," waving her purse about, the woman kicked off her shoes by the door, approaching Natasha with the same smile that seemed to be more effective at lightening up the room than Tony's expensive designer lamps.

As Natasha's plan achieved a solid state, the two women had quickly come to a realization that Natasha was far too recognizable with her signature red hair and over a flurry of text messages, the decision to switch to a warm caramel blonde was made unanimously. Foxy had rebuked any and all Natasha's attempts to affirm she'd be able to do it herself and the spy gave into the other's chiding, relenting to have her hair dyed by a person who at least had a possibility of seeing the back of her head without having to perform acrobatic tricks.

Foxy was an easygoing, non-problematic person. She was fun to have around, quiet but witty, with intelligent eyes and a realistic view on the world. It was something Natasha valued, alongside the lack of probing questions regarding her past or her job - her insides clenched uncomfortably at the thought of having to lie about those things, or even worse, having to admit to the wrongdoings in her past, however Foxy carefully steered away from topics that were sensitive and never gave Natasha as much as a side-eye if the spy appeared to lack some minor detail that normal women her age all seemed to be aware of.

The curiosity had her ready to burst. Nat's natural defense mechanisms were quite confused, not sure what to make of the woman who almost too friendly to be true, but the kindness in her eyes and the sometimes shy, awestruck looks she gave Natasha when she thought the redhead wasn't looking made up for it in spades.

"What do you think?" The noise of the hair dryer finally ceased, Foxy's voice echoing in Natasha's luxuriously large bathroom.

The newly-blonde spy studied her reflection with a tilt to her head. The ombre was a nice touch - her own hair was naturally darker than the caramel and honey blonde she had chosen, so the almost-brown shading at her roots took much away from the contrast between her lighter hair and darker brows. It was just another disguise for the spy, but somehow, this one felt more like home than any of the previous faces she had worn.

"I like it, you were right about the ombre," Natasha voiced her thoughts, eyes sliding over to the smiling woman behind her, feeling the corners of her mouth begin to creep upwards in involuntary response.

"You looked good with red hair, don't misunderstand me," Foxy briefly raised her hands. "But you have a light complexion and lighter colors do wonders for bringing out the youthfulness. Even if we don't have much joy these days, a good hair color is an opportunity to showcase the bit," she briefly touched her own hair in an exaggerated attempt at driving her point home.

The fun part was done, the time came to execute the revenge. It wasn't exactly anything special; rather, the plan was quite simple - let Todd make a fool out of himself in front of his friends and perhaps (a slightly, teensy possibility) get himself arrested. The two women took their time to get dolled up, not too much - but rather, adding just that little bit to themselves to easily attract moderate amounts of attention from men.

The bar was busy, noisy and full of people when the two women stepped through the door. Natasha's eyes scanned the room out of habit, easily spotting the tall, lanky Todd in the far end of the bar, laughing and boozing with equally pathetic-looking man-children. The urge to gag was almost irresistible.

The spy let herself to be led to the bar by Foxy who looked mildly uncomfortable. Natasha was sure that if she was to touch the other woman's face, it would be flaming under the circumstances. "Try to relax a little, I won't bite," with a quip to her companion, Nat ordered them a vodka cranberry each, sitting down with her back to the men. "Tell me when he notices us and starts moving this way."

Foxy nodded minutely, clutching her drink for dear life and taking generous sips to calm herself down and relax like the spy had requested. They talked about everything and nothing in between, Natasha's hand on Foxy's knee crawling closer to her hip as minutes passed by without interruption. Loud noises of men playing darts and drunkenly cheering reached the womens earshot every now and then, causing Foxy to throw increasingly infuriated glances towards her ex-boyfriend and the Black Widow's current victim of choice.

Sitting opposite the perfectly composed, smiling woman, it was clear as day she was, indeed, best of the best. Despite knowing Foxy for only a few days, Natasha managed to pull off a very convincing girlfriend: her body language was nothing short of absolutely besotted and the googly eyes the spy was making had Foxy constantly remind herself that it was only for show. There was no way this gorgeous, incredible human would be interested in someone as plain and ordinary as herself.

"Heads up," Foxy's smile suddenly grew a mile wide as she stared directly at Natasha, eyes alight with fury at the scene about to unfold. Natasha's reply was to briefly tighten the grasp on the other's leg in silent support.

"Hey, baby," Todd was drunk enough for the stench of his breath to reach both women. "Oh, I see you're with a friend," his attempt at flirting only made Natasha scrunch up her face like a cat that accidentally smelled a lemon.

"Leave me alone," Foxy stated firmly, knowing the phrase wouldn't do anything to deter her overzealous ex, but this time - she counted on it.

"It's okay, I can share," the slurred words had a couple of people nearby raise their eyebrows at the audacity.

"I'm not interested," Foxy snapped. "In fact, there is absolutely nothing your freeloading, cheating ass can bring to my table."

The woman radiated satisfaction as gasps sounded out around them; Todd was a regular at this bar and most people there knew him in one way or another. The moment of joy, however, was brief.

"Listen, bitch, you have no business talking to me like that," full of drunken bravado, the man spat angrily, taking unsteady steps closer to Foxy. "What you need is a decent man that can handle your outbursts, not some dyke..." before he could even utter another offensive syllable, Natasha had his wildly gesturing arm twisted painfully behind his back, easily forcing the inebriated man to his knees.

"Wanna try that again, champ?" Sarcasm flowed freely from the spy's lips as the patrons in the bar gasped. The civilian clothing and the new hair color might have been an effective short-term disguise but once the crowd had seen her neat little party trick and had taken a good look at her face, nobody was doubting her identity. "Call the cops, will you?" She addressed the shocked bartender who immediately scrambled to obey.

"I didn't do anything!" Todd cried out, eyes drunkenly darting between the Black Widow's quiet rage and Foxy's grim stone face.

"Huh, that's weird. Because I clearly heard and saw an attempted hate crime," Natasha's voice attained a sardonic tint. "And I have a bar full of witnesses," the spy shrugged, letting go of his arm but keeping a boot firmly planted on his back to prevent him from escaping. "I hope you have a lawyer."

Foxy snorted, reaching for her unfinished second drink. "Tough luck."

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Todd's friends inching closer to the exit door second by second, as if they could stand a chance against a professionally trained secret agent. Luckily for them, Natasha wasn't interested in the remainder of Todd's gang of losers and merely raised an eyebrow when the other men reached the door, a tiny smirk appearing when his pleading eyes didn't cause any reaction in his friends, the spineless worms, hopping out of the door without as much as a goodbye to the man laying face-down on the dirty floor.

As soon as the police arrived, awestruck by one of the NYC's most famous superheroes just casually standing in a bar, they eagerly collected the inebriated offender, briskly escorting Todd to the squad car. The bartender and several other patrons confirmed Natasha's words that an attempted hate crime had taken place. Cops were in and out in less than fifteen minutes and the otherwise-pleasant hole-in-the-wall bar returned to its usual evening bustle.

"Celebratory shots?" Natasha laughed as Foxy exhaled, deep and slow, once her racing heart calmed down.

"My treat," the other woman motioned for the bartender and soon, a line of colorful glasses appeared in front of the women. Each downed a glass easily, slamming it back on the table. "Man, this is everything I never knew I needed," Foxy confessed with a shy smile. "Thanks, Nat. You're the best."

The spy responded with a satisfied smile, picking up another glass and holding it out for a toast. "To revenge well-deserved," the glass clicked, alcohol slid easily down their throats. "So, what now?"

Foxy's eyes shone in the bright lights of the bar, relieved and tipsy. The small empty glass twirled easily between her fingers. "Dunno," the shrug came and went. "Maybe go on vacation. To Florida."

Natasha let out a belly laugh, downing her last shot without as much as a stutter in her movements, Foxy's eyes lingering on the stray drops of alcohol running from the spy's plump lips. "A vacation with the crackheads? Romantic," the quip was received with an eyeroll from the other woman.

"Spoilsport," Foxy, too, finished her booze and placed the money and a hefty tip on the bar, tapping twice to get the bartender's attention. "I meant more like - lay on the beach, sip mimosas, look at sexy people in swimsuits..."

"Florida is for old people," Natasha objected, pulling her leather jacket back on and leading them both outside. The evening air was crisp, bringing a clearer head and re-arranging the thoughts back into a more sensible state.

Foxy easily picked up her pace to match Natasha's precise strides leading them in the direction of the former's building. The warm buzz of vodka coupled with the fresh air and her desire for retribution well-fed, Foxy settled into a comfortable silence next to the spy. They reached the building quickly, their pace brisk and distractions lacking.

"Care for a nightcap?" She didn't know what prompted her to blurt out the words; as soon as the words registered in her brain, they were already out and Foxy's face heated, fingers fumbling for the keys in her pocket, Natasha's touch still warm and lingering on the side of her leg.

The spy seemed amused, studying Foxy's nervous habits with a crooked smirk. "Sure," she agreed amicably, following the woman into the apartment building, not missing both the rigidity of her back and the added spring to her step.

A moderately sized, well-decorated apartment revealed itself behind the open door, scarcely illuminated by the NYC lights coming in from a glass wall in the living room, reflecting the vast living space furnished with a large couch.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Natasha turned around, stepping into the other woman's personal space with the grace of a predator. Two shining eyes stared back at her in the darkness, framed by fluttering lashes. Foxy's bottom lip disappeared behind her teeth, skin gleaming with perspiration.

The recently-turned blonde spy wasted no time caging the other woman between her body and the door, chests almost touching. The air around them was charged, Foxy's heart thudding loudly in her chest as she gulped. Natasha studied her expression, "You want this?" she whispered against her lips, sharing the oxygen between them.

"Ye-yeah," a short nod and a gasp later, the women were devouring each other, grasping at their hands and shoulders like they were drowning. Hot and wet and sharp from the booze, the kisses were as graceless as their fingers haste in removing each other's top layers of clothing.

The sharp corner of the living room archway dug painfully into Foxy's back, bringing an additional sense of awareness: this was real. This was happening. Natasha's blonde locks flowed through Foxy's fingers, soft and silky, a contrast to the teeth pulling on her lip in impatient hunger. Foxy grunted in response, parting from the other woman to send her t-shirt flying somewhere in the direction of the kitchen.

"Bedroom," mere minutes in and she already sounded utterly and throughly ruined.

"Couch," Natasha was equally feverish to get to the good parts. Her belt was unbuckled and the nice button-up she'd worn hung open, a plain white bra iriscendent on her alabaster skin.

Letting herself be led to the couch, Foxy could barely take her eyes off the woman in front of her, making sure she wasn't ogling Natasha outright yet secretly hoping to be caught anyway. The blonde was like a porcelain doll, unreal, firm and soft at the same time.

The moment Foxy gracelessly landed on the couch, Natasha was all up in her space, straddling the other woman with the grace of a savage cat; lips once more attached to her flesh, Natasha left a trail of hot, wet marks starting at the jawline and ending at the cups of Foxy's bra.

Not knowing what to do with her hands, Foxy grasped Natasha's hips, unable to hold back a moan heavy with lust as the spy ground down with her hips. It was exhilarating to see the other woman affected by their heavy make-out session; nothing short of absolutely smitten to see Natasha pull back, panting and disheveled, to shed her shirt and her bra.

Unable to resist the urge, Foxy's hands reached out to cup the spy's round breasts, tugging her closer to pop a rosy nipple into her mouth. Natasha shivered, arching into the caress, holding onto the other woman's hair and tugging it in the direction only she knew.

Natasha wasn't loud, she wasn't wild; her moans were more like muted gasps but her body spoke for her louder than any words: the grinding was getting more impatient, Natasha's hold grew stronger. As Foxy fumbled for the button of Nat's pants, she felt the soft, delicate lace underneath. Natasha had come prepared.

"Hold on," the spy mumbled, hopping off Foxy's lap to quickly push her pants and panties down her legs with practiced ease. The other woman followed suit, leaving herself to be bare besides her underwear, the attempt to remove them intercepted by Natasha. "Let me," quiet words tickled the skin of her throat where Nat had immediately attached her mouth.

Foxy scrambled to intake the oxygen she needed, letting herself feel the hot glide fully, having lost herself in pleasure, missing the exact moment Nat's fingertips breached the waistband of her panties. Soft and nimble, so different to a man's roughened skin, the sensation was as strange as it was sweet. The urge to arch and rock her hips against the nearest surface intensified and Foxy could only keen, quiet and high, causing Natasha to chuckle to herself.

"Enjoying yourself, sweet girl?" The miniscule trace of coyness seeped into the blonde's voice. The engorged, puffy, moist flesh of Foxy's lower lips parted eagerly to Natasha's experimental dip.

"Yeah, yes," the woman slid down, spreading her legs in invitation. "Please, touch me," begging to be filled in all the empty spaces, Foxy threw her head to rest against the back of the couch, watching Nat through unfocused eyes.

"Oh, I will," the spy purred, sliding lower to put her face next to Foxy's dripping cunt. The spy's fingers glistened with arousal and she popped them into her mouth, licking them clean before doing the same to her lover's swollen folds. The response was instantaneous and loud, Foxy shook under Natasha's expert teasing. "Stay still," she ordered quietly, patting Foxy's belly.

Molten, honeyed waves of bliss overtook common sense and awareness, tiny sparks shooting up Foxy's cunt every time Natasha suckled at her clit. The spy read her body like an open book, following the movements of her hips with her mouth, always a step ahead and slightly south. Foxy's peak was imminent, approaching rapidly, as Natasha's sweet merciless assault wrung every single drop of the thick, precious liquid out of her cunt.

It only seemed to gush more, the woman pushing her cunt into Natasha's face as the latter doubled down on her efforts to bring her to ecstasy.

The waves began deep in the pit of Foxy's stomach, making her legs tremble, her toes curl and the flutters of her cunt increase in speed and intensity. Silky soft and typhoon wet, her orgasm crashed her mind into million pieces and Nat dutifully extracted everything until the last drop with the skillful touch of her tongue and fingers.

"Tash," Foxy moaned. Her legs quivered at the slightest touch to her oversensitive cunt.

"Mhm," was the blonde's reply, contented humming getting closer and closer until the womens lips met once more in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Foxy's hands immediately sought purchase on Natasha's hips, searching for the spots that would make the spy's body song in the same way she'd done to Foxy; seemingly much more reserved, quiet but happy sighs broke past Nat's lips in response to gentle hands stroking where she was most sensitive.

"I've got a vibe in my bedroom," clarity finally broke through the orgasm haze, Foxy's brain slowly coming back to reality.

"No, I want your fingers," Natasha's reply was assertive as she moved her hips in tandem with Foxy's hand, dripping the sweetness of her around all over.

The urge to pop the fingers into her mouth was strong, so Foxy did just that, moaning at the tangy taste, Natasha's breath quietly stuttering at the sight in front of her.

"I want to eat you out," the words barely had left Foxy's mouth as Natasha flipped them so she was the one laying on the couch, spread-eagled and open for the other woman's eager mouth to explore. Wet, sloppy and so, so tender, Foxy let herself taste the arousal of her lover.

"Yeah," so soft, one could easily miss it, the approval didn't get lost in the headrush nonetheless. With grace, Foxy sought the spots that would force Natasha to break her silence with slow, broad motions until the blonde had no choice but to arch her hips into the sensations, chasing her pleasure, losing the aura of restraint she'd so carefully cultivated.

No time for self-control. The temperatures were climbing steadily with every single movement, both lost in their imperfect shared rhythm, the soft of Foxy's tongue and fingers like finest silks on Natasha's eager cunt. Two fingers slipped in without resistance, immediately seeking out the soft, spongy spot that made the blonde's toes curl and mouth open in a silent scream.

Foxy's free hand groped around for Natasha's ass hastily, bringing her hips closer to her mouth, tongue never ceasing its assault on the blonde's clit as her body grew more rigid, fingertips going white with the force she was gripping the comforter.

"Gospodi bozhe," came the mumble, the only warning before Natasha's powerful thighs locked Foxy in place as the blonde rode out her orgasm, violently shivering, dousing the other woman's face in her sweet release. Dutifully, Foxy stroked the silk of Natasha's skin everywhere she could reach, her hot breath on the blonde's pussy easing her back to Earth through the aftershocks.

Natasha's eyes opened, feeling her lover's look of adoration, and she cracked a reluctant but genuine smile. There was something about Foxy that was just so-

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“Ruin me.”

Requested: Yup

Request: g!p reader x chaeyoung scenario, where reader is a kind of a service top a never goes rough on chaeyoung, but chaeyoung doesn’t like it when reader holds back. fluffy smut i guess

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Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

The sound of the rain pelting against the glass windows of yours and Chaeyoung’s shared apartment seemed to create a pleasant calm compared to the storm brewing inside the small home. The lights were off as the clouded sky completely blocked the sun from view as the winds began picking up again, the chaos fitting the same energy as the one you and your girlfriend shared.

Soft panting filled the room as the covers had been long thrown off the bed, the soft creaking of the mattress was the only other sound as you playfully thrusted into your girlfriend, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout as you continued to give her “just the tip”. The teasing made Chae whine as she thrusted her hips up, but you moved away before she could sink your cock into her.

“Y/N, please.” She stuck out her bottom lip playfully as you rolled your eyes, a small smirk on your lips as you reached a hand down. Using your thumb to brush against her clit as you heard her breath hitch. “I’ve been good.”

You nodded thoughtfully as you continued toying with her little bundle of nerves while you used your free hand to stroke your shaft. Chaeng’s eyes immediately dropped to your crotch as she followed the up and down motions with her eyes, the sight of your leaking tip made her sit up on her elbows which caused you to stop your ministrations on her.

“Not so fast Chaengie. You’re so cute when you don’t get what you want.” The teasing tone in your voice made the baby cub growl as she crossed her arms over her ample chest.

“I’m not ‘cute’, I’m very intimidating.” You raised an eyebrow in amusement as your girlfriend slammed her fists into the mattress. “I am!”

You let out a laugh under your breath as you used a finger to boop her nose, “Sure you are, Chae. My scary little cub.”

But that seemed to be the final straw as it broke all of Chaeyoung’s self control as she launched up from the bed and tackled you onto your back. The sudden change of positions caught you off guard as your usually submissive girlfriend had you pinned down with your wrists held down to the bed. Your throat went dry as Chaeyoung huffed, “I’m tired of you being all soft with me Y/N, I want it hard and fast. I’m not made of glass.” The blonde sighed harshly as she looked you dead in the eyes, “I want you to ruin me.”

You could feel your lips curl into a smile as your girlfriend looked at you with all the intensity she could muster, “So be it.” In an instant you rolled your body over her making her lose her grip and balance as you switched your guy’s position. Chaeyoung’s eyes darkened as you leaned down and captured her lips in a heated kiss. Your tongue ran along her bottom lip asking for permission which she granted instantly as you both battled for dominance, you eventually won as Chae gripped onto your shoulders and chased after you as you pulled away for air. A soft smile on your lips as you moved down to her neck and began laying soft nips and kisses along her pulse point as she held you closer. “Th...that feels so..good.”

You released your mouth from a particularly hard suction that was already beginning to leave a mark as you winked, “I’m just getting started baby girl.” The new gruffness in your voice made Chae’s lower regions gush as she trailed her nails up your back, the feel of your hardon poking her leg made her mind spin as your mouth trailed down to her chest. Your tongue ran through the small valley between them before pressing a line of kisses to a nipple, the warmth of your mouth felt like an electric shock from the coldness of the room as you grazed your teeth lightly against the hardened nub. The sensation made the idol’s toes curl as your free hand moved up to pay attention to the other nipple, a soft moan falling from the blonde’s lips as she arched into your touch.

“Lower.” Chae pushed your shoulder lightly as you released her from between your lips. Quickly obeying her as you sat back on your knees, your cock seemed to grow harder as Chaeng pulled her knees up. A devilish smile playing at her lips as she presented herself, her folds were slick as you positioned your shaft at her entrance, running the tip of your cock through her wetness before plunging into her heat. Your girlfriend’s walls squeezed around you as a guttural moan left your throat.

“Oh god.” You felt your balls tense as you held yourself off from cumming as you pulled out to the tip before thrusting forward. Setting a slow pace that completely contradicted what your girlfriend had just asked of you. Your slow pace lasted for a few minutes before the blonde couldn’t take it anymore and finally took the situation into her own hands.

“I said fuck me Y/N!” Chaeyoung growled as your slow thrusts were beginning to drive her insane. She loved you, but the amount of vanilla you were into was getting to her breaking point.

But unlucky for her, her brattiness finally got to yours. “Fine. Get up and stand by the window.” Your tone became low as you pulled out from your girlfriend, your cock wet with her slick as it stood proudly against your stomach. The sight entranced the blonde as she stayed still; a thought forming in your mind as you sneered, “I said, ‘Get up!’.” The commanding inflection in your voice seemed to do its job as Chae’s eyes widened before she nodded and scrambled off the bed on shaky legs.

Nervously approaching the glass that looked out onto the city - you both knew that in the back of your minds that no one could actually see into the room - but the thought of someone looking up from the street to see you plowing into the main rapper of Twice still left a thrilling buzz in the room as you quickly followed behind your girlfriend. “Ready?”

The blonde smirked, “Always.” You smiled as you pushed her front roughly into the glass so her breasts were squished between her body and the pane, before you widened your stance and pushed back into Chaeyoung. The motion caused her body to rock forward as the chill from the glass made her nipples harden as you continued thrusting into her. Loud moans left her lips as you used one hand to hold her hips while the other tangled in her short hair, pulling the locks slightly so her neck arched.

“Mistress, please. Harder!” The name made your balls tense as you sped up your pace, the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as your moans blended together into one beautiful song of love and pure sex. The tension in Chaeyoung’s stomach built as you removed the hand from her hair and brought it down to her clit. Rubbing the bundle of nerves in time with your thrusts as you continued at a blinding speed.

“I’m gonna come!” The words fell from your mouth as your grip on Chae’s hip tightened.

“Me too!” The idol yelled back as she removed one of her hands from the glass to pinch one of her hardened nipples. The pleasure shooting up her spine as her walls suddenly contracted around you and a loud cry left her throat.

The force of her orgasm rocked her entire body as her legs began to quake and you had to wrap an arm around her midsection to stop her from collapsing as you slammed your hips into her one final time. Your load shot out in thick spurts as you felt her walls milk you for all you were worth. Effectively draining your balls as you slowly lowered the both of you to the ground.

Chaeyoung cuddled into your arms as your cock slowly softened inside her. Contented smiles on both your faces as the blonde pressed a kiss to your neck then slowly trailed it up to your jaw, then to the corners of your mouth, before finally pressing fully into your lips. “Thank you, I love you.”

You smiled as you held her closer, “I love you too.”

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btxtreads · 3 years

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Stuck on You

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: STEAL YOUR HEART

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

↳ word count: 1.3k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: fluff, sports

Yeonjun sat on the bleachers, wincing everytime he saw someone fall down on the floor. His eyes danced around the field, muttering to himself as he tried to follow Taehyun and Kai’s rapidly moving forms with his eyes at the same time.

“The kids, don’t hit my kids,” he kept muttering to himself.

Next to him sat Y/N, silent and contemplating as he kept watch of the tall form swiftly gliding past Belift High’s players. Soobin’s eyes flickered her way for one quick second, winking quickly before flinging his lacrosse stick—the ball soaring from his net, to Taehyun’s and straight into the goal.

“And just like that, another goal for Bighit High.”

The scoreboard changes from 9-9 to 10-9. The timer changes to 15 seconds left.

Y/N brings her fingers to her lips, biting nervously as the game resumes—the timer running once more.

Soobin runs from the side as another player from Belift holds the ball in his gear, legs moving fast is passed to his team member. Kai then swoops in, net held high to steal the ball mid-air, swiftly passing it to Soobin. With 3 seconds left on the clock, Y/N and Yeonjun’s eyes were locked on Soobin—who adjusted his grip on the stick for a moment before reaching back and shooting the ball towards the net.

The buzzer sounded, making the players on the field freeze. The scoreboard changes from 10-9 to 11-9. The game is over.

Y/N and Yeonjun sat up, screaming as Taehyun and Kai ran over to dogpile on a shocked Soobin.

“Congratulations Bighit High for winning this year’s state match.” The overhead speaker booms as cheerleaders come to the field to do their victory cheer.

Y/N makes her way down the field, Yeonjun following right behind her with a loud, happy yell.

“You won!” Y/N screamed as Soobin faced her.

“We won!” He screamed back happily, holding his arms open as Y/N jumped to embrace him.

With a chuckle, he spinned her body around as Yeonjun rolled his eyes next to them—arms slung over Taehyun and Kai’s shoulders.

“You guys are making me sick.” Yeonjun fake-gagged, making Y/N roll her eyes as she pulled away from Soobin.

“Shut up, I’m selling the whole girlfriend thing.” Y/N snorted before smiling up at Soobin. “I’m doing good, aren’t I?”

“You’re doing perfect.” Soobin laughed, pressing a soft kiss on her temple.

A boy from the opposing team bounced over happily, a grin on his face as his eyes fell on Y/N.

“Hyung, is this your new girlfriend?” he asked, holding his hand out. “Hi, I’m Sunoo!”

“Hi!” Y/N greeted shyly, shaking his hand as two more members came up.

“Hyung, your play today was insane! Congratulations on the win!” The boy complimented, eyes wide as he faced Y/N. “Oh, hello. I’m the captain of Belift High’s lacrosse team, Jungwon. This is Jay-hyung.”

“You don’t look like Yunhee-noona.” Jay squinted his eyes.

“That’s a good observation.” Taehyun snorted.

As Jay opened his mouth to retorn, Soobin laughed and pulled Y/N closer to him.

“I think she’s prettier. Don’t you think so?”

“Whipped.” A passing Belift High player said, hands grasping another boy by the back of his jersey as he nodded over at the rest of them. “Hi, I’m Heeseung. This is Ni-ki. I’m here to fetch the other players before coach kills all of us for not being in the locker room for the post-game briefing.”

The rest of the Belift players bid them goodbye with wide eyes as they all sprinted back to their locker room, leaving them alone in the field as the other Bighit players celebrated their win. After this, Hueningkai and Taehyun successfully persuaded Yeonjun to try and learn the basics of lacrosse—which is why the three of them now stood in the middle of the field while Soobin and Y/N watched from the sides.

With a smile on his face, Soobin wrapped his arms around Y/N and leaned his chin on the top of her head.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Y/N asked, hands coving his on her hips.

“Nothing.” Soobin chuckled, burying his face in her hair. “I’m just happy you met some of my friends.”

“From Belift?”

“Mhm, they’re really cute, especially when they get all chattery about their day.” Soobin nodded. “They never tried to talk to me when I’m with Yunhee so I never had the chance to talk to them much outside parties. I’m glad they came to me today.”

Y/N cracked a smile.

“That’s because you’re a great guy, Bin.” Y/N complimented, turning in his arms and resting her hands on his shoulders. “People like talking to you—not because you’re a lacrosse superstar or the cute Bighit heartthrob. You’re genuinely a good person, and people see that.”

Soobin grinned, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“How are you, by the way?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t act like I don’t know about you fighting with Beomgyu the other day.” Soobins ighed, tightening his grip on her hips.

“Oh, so you know.”

“Of course, we were together that time, remember?” Soobin asked. “You have a tell—when you’re dealing with Beomgyu, I mean.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah,” Soobin smiled at her. “I don’t want you to feel sad anymore, especially over him.”

“It’s pretty hard, Bin.” Y/N sighed. “It’s not easy to lose your best friend.”

“Maybe,” Soobin shrugged. “but you’ve got us. You’ve got me.”

“Really?” Y/N chuckled, cupping his face.

“Really?” Soobin chuckled back. “Besides, if you loved him enough to accept his relationship with Daown but he won’t even try to accept us, then I think it’s best to let him think over his actions for a while.”

“I really don’t want to give up my best friend, Binnie.”

“And you won’t,” Soobin said. “Because if I’m a good person, you’re better. He’ll come back to you, I promise. Then you’ll probably leave me.”

Soobin shot Y/N a sad smile, letting his eyes trail back to Yeonjun, Kai and Taehyun—the oldest now getting pelted with lacrosse balls at the goal net. Y/N reached up and gently pulled his head down—gaze locking with hers.

“I won’t leave you. Not until you leave me first.”

Soobin smiled slightly.

“Promise?”

“I swear.” Y/N smiled, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose before pulling away.

“Hey,” Soobin asked, pulling her back in and making her giggle. “do you still think I’m an asshole?”

“Hm?” Y/N giggled again, pinching his cheeks. “I never said you were an asshole. I think you’re cute.”

“Do you?”

“Oh yeah,” Y/N snorted, laughing. “I think you’re pretty nice, smart, cute and funny.”

Soobin clicked his tongue, a teasing smirk falling on his face.

“If I didn’t know any better—I’d say you’re in love with me.”

Y/N’s lips tilted slightly as she giggled, booping the tip of his nose.

“You wish.”

“Yeah, I do.” Soobin teased halfheartedly as Y/N laced her arms behind his neck, a grin on her face as she leaned in slightly.

“Kidding aside though, I’m glad you found the real you again.”

“Not yet,” Soobin sighed, turning her back around and tightly squeezing her frame in his arms as he watched their friends. “but I’m almost there.”

Y/n shook her head, a happy smile on her face as she turned her head—placing a soft kiss on his cheek before pulling away once more.

Soobin only watched with bright eyes as she bounced over to Kai and Taehyun, picking up Soobin’s fallen lacrosse stick and helping the younger two pelt her best friend with lacrosse balls. With a smile, Soobin followed her footsteps—genuine laughter falling out of his laughs for the first time in a long time.

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riversofmars · 3 years

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Still taking prompts? What if the Doctor didn't fall into the train but River had caught her in the Tardis from perhaps another point in the timeline? Or maybe River is the one who got the Tardis from Desolation?

Thank you! Nice and easy one, hope you like it! <3

Rating: G

Word count: 1000

Always there to catch you

“Okay, stay calm, you’ve been in worse situations…“ The wind was rushing through the Doctor’s hair, tearing at her far too big clothing, as she plummeted towards Earth. “Okay, maybe not worse but similar. Like that time you fell out of that space ship and crashed to Earth and Marge Orwell found you.“ She carried on, trying to calm herself and think properly. “That ended up being a great adventure in the end. I also had a space suit with self healing properties…“ She winced at the thought of crashing onto her favourite planet at full pelt. “But I just regenerated so all that energy will heal me anyway right? Probably. Maybe. I hope so. Regenerating twice in a day, that would be a new record… and a waste.“ She sighed and mused: “But maybe I’d end up ginger…“ She forced herself to think of more practical things. “I need to find my TARDIS… if I survive that is… where could she have gone to? I hope she’s okay…“

Suddenly, the distinct sound of the TARDIS materialising sounded behind her. The sound that brought hope to every corner of the universe and to the Doctor herself, too. She tried to look around mid-fall but there was no time, she knocked into something, or someone, and watched the TARDIS doors slamming shut behind her. The TARDIS turned itself to an upright position again and everything went quiet and still, except for the muffled sound of someone groaning underneath her.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!“ The Doctor pushed herself up, she stared in shock at the woman that had caught her.

“I mean, you’re smaller and lighter than before but you were falling at some speed.“ River chuckled, wild curls and all, looking up at the Doctor with a wide grin.

“River!“ The Doctor exclaimed.

“Hello Sweetie.“ River pushed herself up and pressed a playful kiss to the Doctor’s lips who barely managed to respond. She was in shock. River chuckled and sat up properly, wrapping her arms around her wife. She pulled her onto her lap in a reassuring hug. “I think it’s only fair I had a turn at catching you for once.“

“You were just in time too… but how are you here?“ The Doctor found her voice at last and hugged her bag.

“I came across the old girl on a little expedition to a lovely planet called Desolation. And yes, the clue is in the name.“ River revealed holding her close as the Doctor settled down and rested her head against her shoulder. The adrenalin of the near death experience as wearing off. “How did you lose her?“

“I… sort of just exploded inside her again…“ The Doctor sighed apologetically as she glanced to the TARDIS console. She was only now noticing the new interior design. The TARDIS had had a make over just like her. There was a comforting warm light to it that tinted River’s hair a lovely golden tone.

“Hence the lovely new look. I must say you wear that suit very well.“ River smirked running her hands along the collar of her torn up coat. “You lost something else as well…“ She reached into her pocket and pulled out a ring that the Doctor recognised immediately. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“My wedding ring!“ She exclaimed and grabbed it off her, trying it on various fingers, all of them too thin. “It slipped off after I regenerated and then everything just went pear shaped and I fell and… I thought I’d lost it forever.“ She looked to River in awe, she couldn’t believe her luck.

“Well, the TARDIS kept it safe for you. You may want to put it on a necklace or something.“ River chuckled when none of her wife’s fingers could accommodate the ring.

“Thank you.“ The Doctor smiled meeting her eyes. “I’ve missed you so much.“ She wrapped her arms around her again and squeezed her tightly.

“I’ve missed you too, Sweetie.“ River whispered into her hair and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “How about we get up from the floor now though?“ She suggested and the Doctor chuckled.

“Right, yeah.“ She got off her lap and stood before helping her wife to her feet as well.

“Would you look at that, I’m just a tad taller.“ River grinned measuring herself against her.

“Whatever.“ The Doctor huffed, pretending like she didn’t care. This would take a lot of getting used to. “The diary, it’s somewhere in my bedroom, have you got yours?“ She decided to change the subject. “Where are you? In our timeline, I mean…“

“Spoilers.“ River smirked and booped her nose.

“You don’t mean…“ The Doctor frowned and River carried on:

“I’m ahead of you again, Sweetie, this is not the first time I’m seeing this face of yours. What a fine face it is.“ She winked.

“But… the Singing Towers, have you…“ The Doctor was thoroughly confused now.

“Been there, done that.“ River waved it off. “And the Library if that’s what you’re worried about.“

“How did you… you’re alive?“ The Doctor was dumbfounded. She had expected this to be a younger River, from before they had been to Darillium.

“Check for yourself.“ River winked and took hold of her wife’s hands. She placed them on her chest, one above each heart and maybe just a little lower than perhaps necessary. The Doctor blushed but her embarrassment was cancelled out by her delight at feeling her distinct heart beats.

“How did you get out?“ She marvelled, searching her face for answers.

“Like I said, spoilers.“ River chuckled and gave her a little peck on the forehead. “But I think we have other things to worry about right now.“ To the Doctor’s disappointment, River turned to the TARDIS’s console and started working the controls. “Picking up some unusual energy readings down in… Sheffield? Want to go and check it out?“ She asked.

“Absolutely!“ The Doctor grinned with excitement. What better way to start an adventure than crashing into your wife’s arms.

#doctor who #prompt #fanfiction #river song #thirteenth doctor #thirteen #river x thirteen #space wives #thirteen/river #fluff #femslash #Alex Kingston #Jodie whittaker #old married couple #the woman who fell to earth

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moody-bloosh · 4 years

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the catboy’s love story~

This was part of a fictrade I did with @hikari-ari

Ever since his father’s untimely demise and his mother’s departure, Bruno has been alone.

When he’d not in between gigs for the mafia, he’s going out to town and watching people.

He spends this time mostly in his cat form going around cutely receiving pets and treats from the old ladies at the park.

Sometimes he hands around and naps on a bench.

Children heading to school like to pet his head because they think he’s good luck.

The local fisherman likes to give him some free fish sometimes.

Though his favorite thing is meeting up with you and getting doted on.

He loves getting belly rubs and headpats from you.

He especially loves when you boop his nose and give him a kiss on his head.

Something that he’s very sure of is that he likes you though he has no idea how he can broach the topic that he’s a hybrid to you.

After all, the only thing you knew was that he was a cute little stray cat - not a hybrid.

Bruno’s crush for you begins when you find him on a rainy day.

He had just buried his father and he was lost, inconsolable.

You find him in his cat form getting pelted by the rain and deathly silent.

You had been on your way home from work when you found him and the moment you found him, your heart was filled with sympathy for the poor thing. Before you knew it, you were carefully rushing over to inspect him, to make sure he was still breathing.

You put your umbrella over him, making sure that he wouldn’t get hit by anymore of the rain.

He still doesn’t understand why it was he decided to come with you, perhaps it was the kind tone in your voice, the warmth you seemed to exude. It just made his heart wrench as he thought about his family again.

After some coaxing, you manage to get him to come with you, carrying the poor cat in your arms, you brought him back to your place where you let him get warm.

It was rather interesting that he had no interest in the cat food you served him, turning his nose away at it, he opted instead to eat human food. Something you weren’t sure cats could have.

Still, you enjoyed your time with Bruno, he was the sweetest cat hybrid ever.

That night, he had even agreed to sleep in your bed, purring contentedly all the while. Although he was nowhere to be found the next morning, he returned sometime in the evening and that was the beginning of your strange relationship with the stray cat.

Sometimes, Bruno is away for a long time, but you don’t end up worrying much, he always seemed to know how to take care of himself - something you attributed to him being a smart cat and not being a hybrid.

You’re about a month in to this arrangement with Bruno and he’s starting to feel a little worried - he finds himself starting to develop feelings for you. Feelings that he worries about sharing to you.

After all, you’d only known of him as that little stray cat that everyone in town adored.

Bruno thinks that he doesn’t deserve to stand by your side - that his hands were too bloodstained to stand by your side. He spends weeks mulling over how he’ll tell you the truth.

In the end, you find out all by yourself. He had managed to sneak into your house in cat form and as he was waiting for you, he’d somehow dozed off by himself and he’d awoken to you petting his head, stroking at the base of his ears gently.

“Hey there sleepy head,” you cooed at him. “It’s been a while hasn’t it?”

“You knew?” He manages to hear himself ask.

“Well, I saw a man with cat ears in the same shade as the stray who regularly comes by,” you chuckle as you boop his nose playfully, “I just put two and two together.”

“I meant to tell you,” he says shyly.

“Well, it was your secret to tell,” you muse playfully. “Anything else you want to tell me? Your name?”

“Bruno.”

You smile gently down at him as you brush his hair away from his face, “Bruno, it suits you.”

You learn very quickly that while Bruno has no qualms about helping just about anybody, that same amount of kindness tended not to reach himself.

Kind to everybody - just not to himself sometimes.

So you took on the role of reminding him to take care of himself too

Be that when you would let him lie on your belly while he was in cat form, purring contentedly all the while, fixing him a nice dinner every now and then that he could now eat happily as a human.

It’s an interesting relationship to say the least and Bruno finds himself steadily falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

It’s a mutual affection you share.

Sometimes Bruno even invites you to come over to his house so he can be the one to dote on you.

It’s rather easy for you to figure out when Bruno is pleased, if he isn’t purring his little heart out when he’s napping on your lap, his ears twitch happily instead when you pet him.

Bruno loves to watch you do domestic things. He loves lying on any flat surface he can find and just watch you when you cook for him.

Now that you know his secret, he loves to help you with the laundry. He loves folding clothes beside you, and you know that he sincerely enjoys helping you out with the way his tail moves in a hypnotic motion behind him.

He also loves burrowing between the sheets that he’s just folded.

Also, he lets you toy with his soft pink toebeans when he’s a cat. It’s a very big privilege.

The day Bruno lost his family - he didn’t know that he’d gain a new one..with you.

#bruno buccellati x reader #vento aureo #golden wind #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Bruno Buccellati #hybrid au #catboy!bruno

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justlookatthosesausages · 4 years

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“Lift the Spirit” :: a post-Frozen 2 Elsamaren fanfic

Chapter 2: In her waters, deep and true

Honeymaren woke up with a smile that day. Before her eyes even opened, she could feel Elsa’s leg wrapped around hers. As she woke up and was blessed by the sight of the floating candle jars above the bed, her hand slid to her wife’s arm, and was surprised to see that Elsa was holding her from behind. The Northuldra smirked when she felt her hand on her belly, feeling like a passive hug. It was rare from Elsa to act as the big spoon, so the brunette swooned. She wanted to turn around and kiss her, but that would wake her up, and she preferred to give her some more minutes of sleep. Especially when, at the way she felt her breathing against her back, she was still deep into slumber.

Elsa loved full moon nights at the camp. The hut was built with all the Northuldra expertise and was thick enough to filter noises, but she liked how some sounds of the Nature could be heard sometimes. In addition to cricket chirps, every now and then, she would hear the calls of an owl, or distant wolf cubs yapping as they played with Gale. Somehow, those noises helped her find sleep, and Honeymaren wasn’t surprised to find her in this state. Elsa wasn’t this accompanied in her silent nights at the Arendelle castle.

The brunette had understood long ago that even if Elsa looked like she felt safer rejecting everyone, she actually craved for company, whether it be sounds or physical presence.

Sadly, the light in the hut passing through the slits of the wood gave the leader the indication that it was time to wake up. The smell of breakfast did as well, and when Honeymaren turned to wake up her lover, a disapproval moan escaped Elsa’s lips, her eyes still closed but eyebrows knotting.

The brunette immediately stopped moving, freezing in her posture face to face with her, their bodies laying on opposite sides and symmetrical. Elsa slowly fell back to sleep, her breathing even again, and Honeymaren placed the blonde’s hand back to her waist.

She could watch her sleep for hours. Firstly, because Elsa didn’t always have peaceful leaden slumbers, nightmares and doubts being still recurrent to the blonde. Secondly, because Elsa had a very particular way to sleep, that Honeymaren never got tired of watching. The blonde always was a bit huddled, with a hand on her lover like she was afraid she would be taken away from her - once Elsa had asked her where she was going when Honeymaren actually only stood up to fetch water - and the other hand on the pillow next to her, on eye level. The fact none of her hands were under the pillow nor the pelts was symbolic. Though, was it to keep an eye on them at all times or because she didn’t feel like hiding them anymore?

Reluctantly, Honeymaren slowly woke her wife up with gentle strokes on her cheek. Elsa moaned again. Yet, this time, she agreed that she had to get up, because she could smell the delicious cooking filling her nostrils.

“Why is it when I’m getting comfortable that we have to wake up?” She mumbled.

Honeymaren chuckled, and hearing that laugh was the perfect motivation for Elsa. She blinked slowly, so slowly that the brunette had to do everything in her power to not cancel the day and cuddle with her.

“Life is unfair.” She smiled.

The Fifth Spirit simply groaned in return. Her hold tightened, her hand not letting go of her wife, her leg wrapping even more around hers.

Honeymaren blinked. “Why are you so possessive this morning, love?” She asked in a soft tone.

Elsa opened her eyes fully, but then blushed and diverted them. “I’m just a bit worried.”

Honeymaren passed a hand in her hair. “There’s no ‘a bit worried’ with Elsa Nattura of Arendelle. What’s on your mind?”

The blonde sighed.

“I’m thinking about the attack. What if the person behind this wasn’t actually planning to threaten the tribe while we’re gone, but actually did it as a test?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if they took advantage of our absence to see if, with a magic attack of this sort, the Spirits could stop them?”

Honeymaren frowned as she caught her drift. “To see if the Spirits can’t interact with dark magic, like ancient tales say.”

Elsa nodded with sadness. The brunette resumed to stroking her hair. “So you’re afraid that next time they attack, they’ll do as they please.”

“Not only that. I’m afraid... That the target is you.”

Her eyes shone with an emotion that Honeymaren didn’t like to see there.

“Why are you so worried that they were actually coming for me?” Asked the Northuldra, cuddling closer.

Elsa looked at her like it was obvious. “Because I don’t want to lose you?!”

“You said the other day that you were persuaded I could face anything.”

“And I was sincere! I still think that! But…”

“But what, Elsa.”

The blonde straightened on her elbows to look at her more seriously. “Two people died, Honeymaren. Imagine what the monsters would do to you if they wanted to harm you directly.”

The brunette could feel her deep concern. She also had called her ‘Honeymaren’ fully, which she only did in crucial times.

“Maybe they aren’t planning to aim at me.” Said the leader positively.

“Then if they are aiming at me, it’s my fault if our friends died yesterday.” Murmured Elsa, appalled.

Honeymaren blinked at her elimination process.

“You know it’s not what I meant.”

The blonde was however lost in her thoughts again. Honeymaren sighed. She wanted to make her lover feel better, and now it actually had turned worse. After feeling worried, Elsa now felt guilty.

“You are a difficult stress ball to love, you know that?”

Elsa frowned, so she continued. “Whether those creatures come for me or for you, you’re going to take the blame, aren’t you?”

The Fifth Spirit gulped. Honeymaren could tell by the way her throat tightened and her eyes blinked quickly that tears would arrive soon.

“Snømus, look at me.”

She lifted her chin to make her azure blue eyes stare at her calming chestnut ones. When their gazes locked, she could already see that her wife felt better. “You said it yourself. We’ll be ready. As long as we’re together, nothing can stop us.”

A smiled finally stretched the blonde lips.

“How about a massage before we start the day?” Smiled Honeymaren.

To her surprise, Elsa caught the brunette’s wrist in her move. Even more surprising, she turned her body so that she faced her back.

”Why won’t I massage you, for once?”

Honeymaren blinked. “You? How would you massaging me make you feel better?”

“Well, I like to take care of you.” Muttered Elsa.

The Northuldra couldn’t see her face, so she wondered if she had smiled tenderly or rather pouted, given the tone she had used.

“You often relax me with massages. Why can’t I try to do it too?” Asked the blonde, sensing Honeymaren’s reticence.

The latter turned around, and saw, as she expected, her adorable lover adorably pouting.

“Elsa, you’re the softest person I’ve ever known and I know that you care deeply, and this might make you happy and I want to make you happy, but…”

“But?” Said the blonde, and she lifted her eyebrows, wondering what Honeymaren could possibly say after such a touching sentence.

“...You’re really bad at finding pressure points or relieve muscles.”

“What?”

“Don’t take it bad. I come from a tribe where healing touch is literally taught. We know body energy points by heart. It requires years of practice.”

“Then teach me.” Elsa replied immediately.

“Problem is, you handle failure rather badly. Remember that time I had a sore back and you pressed a wrong spot too hard and I winced? Your touch got colder.”

Elsa’s face crinkled in a frown.

“Sorry, love, it’s the truth.” Grinned the Northuldra.

The Fifth Spirit now was sulking like a child. The truth was undeniable, so she couldn’t say much, and her vexed eyes spoke for her.

“Don’t make that face.” Giggled Honeymaren.

“But I want to relax you too. I know that the attack stressed you as well. I can feel it. Let me just--”

She got interrupted by a finger on her lips, sealing them.

“Being in your embrace already fills me with delight, snømus.” She chuckled, cuddling closer to her. “I don’t need anything else than being in your arms.”

Elsa’s pout melted in a cute smile.

“And that adorable-” She booped the blonde’s nose “- face to admire.”

Her lover giggled. Honeymaren’s eyes stayed locked on her face when a thought crossed her mind.

“Say, would a visit to Ahtohallan lift your spirits?”

“It always does.” Smiled Elsa widely, her face already lightening up at the idea.

“I know. So let’s get ready to go.”

She shifted from under the pelts to sit up, when Elsa held her arm.

“But the people… We swore to protect them…”

Honeymaren smiled reassuringly. “I talked to Jongu yesterday. If we have to go away for an emergency, he and the strongest men and women of the tribe will place themselves in strategic points around the village for a flawless defense.”

“Emergency? How does my worry constitutes an emergency?” Frowned Elsa.

The brunette smirked and passed a hand in her hair again. “It always does.”

Elsa still frowned. “You’re smothering me again. We have to stay here.”

Honeymaren sighed. “For information, the strategic points we’re talking about were your idea. You picked them yourself. You’re the genius who built the plan of defense. Also, I would sincerely trust Jongu with my own life. He know how to deal with those monsters now. Trust me. Especially now that his wife got hurt from one of them and that his daughter’s hut got destroyed.”

The blonde remained mute at the strong arguments. In both cases, Honeymaren had such faith that she took it for granted. Elsa sighed.

“If that can make you feel better…” Added the brunette, “We’re not going to Ahtohallan only for you.”

“Uh?”

“We’ll get the answers we need.”

Elsa looked resolute. “You’re right. The glacier is a good place to take a break, but also where we will be able to learn more about what truly happened. We can ask Ahtohallan to show us memories of the attack and see who orchestrated it, and why. I forgot for a moment that it was the source’s main asset. I thought that you suggested a visit just to make me clear my mind.”

The brunette giggled. “Indeed, it’s really blurry right now.”

“I got distracted by something else.” Murmured Elsa, fidgeting with Honeymaren’s night tunic collar.

“My cleavage?”

“The idea of losing you, idiot!” Laughed the blonde, and she slapped Honeymaren’s arm while the latter cackled. “Can you please stop being a flirt that early in the morning?”

Her lover scoffed.

“Says the one wearing pretty much nothing to bed.”

Elsa blushed and pulled up the pelts to hide her skin-like gown.

“Oh, come on. Don’t play prude on me. I had a crush on you the second I saw you in your white Spirit outfit.”

Elsa’s lips stretched in a huge grin.

“Aww, you had a crush on me?”

Honeymaren smirked. “Babe, we’re married.”

“Still…” Smiled Elsa.

The brunette tenderly shook her head, and they kissed.

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Honeymaren stared at the wall of ice in a speechless admiration.

“Lost your tongue?” Teased Elsa, surprised by the contrast between their chat on Nokk on the way and her still posture now.

“In the name of everything’s holy… I’ll never get used to this entrance.”

Elsa smirked and looked up at the magical glacier. “They say you never forget your first… Well, I feel like no one is ever over the sight of Ahtohallan.”

Honeymaren sighed happily. “It also is a privilege to walk this sacred place. I’ll never thank you enough for that.”

“Honey…”

“No, I’m serious. Elsa, you’re no less than a goddess. I don’t just love you with all my soul, I also worship you.”

“Isn’t it the same thing?” Teased the Fifth Spirit.

“No, this isn’t just pure and unconditional admiration.” Assured the brunette while Elsa absentmindedly checked on her winter gear, making sure that Honeymaren wouldn’t feel cold. “I devote my life to you. All the Northuldra do. You are the representative of a deity. Since we’re married, it leveled to another dimension, and I’m overjoyed to worship you every day I spend by your side.”

Elsa stopped examining her outfit to look into her eyes. “That is extremely romantic and I think I’m gonna cry, but once again I am no deity. Do I need to remind you that I am not responsible for the Winter season?”

Honeymaren chuckled. “I know. But let me bathe in that illusion for a few years more, please?”

Elsa laughed, and opened the way to the inside of Ahtohallan.

They walked down the ice tunnels in silence, until Honeymaren massaged the back of her neck, and her wife could tell that she was struggling to ask something.

“What is it?” Smiled Elsa.

Honeymaren cleared her throat. She knew her by heart, uh?

“Once we get answers about the attack, can we… Can we go through memories of Yelena?”

“Of course.” Assured Elsa right away.

She took her hand in hers, and wondered why she hadn’t done it before.

“I get what you feel.” Murmured the Fifth Spirit tenderly, her voice echoing against the magic ice of the source as they made their way down to its core. “We all lost someone dear in the past years. You lost Yelena, we lost Sven…”

Honeymaren inhaled longly, trying to hold her emotions. In such a stunning place, it was nearly impossible. Elsa squeezed her hand affectionately, and she smiled.

“How is Mattias, by the way?” She asked to divert the topic a bit.

“Oh, he’s great. Him and Halima visit us when I’m in Arendelle. I had a meal with them not so long ago. You know, baldness suits him.”

Honeymaren burst out of laughter, and it echoed in the chambers like it did with their voices. Her unique laugh resonated until Elsa’s heart, making it leap.

“I don’t doubt it. I miss him.”

“He does too. He may have known you all your life, he somehow miss your face.” Playfully shrugged Elsa. “I don’t know how that’s possible. In 4 years of marriage, I’m starting to get bored to see it.”

Honeymaren nudged Elsa so hard she lost her balance, and laughed as she held herself to the narrow wall. It was a good thing she had ice powers and fused with the floor, otherwise such a blow would have made her slip and fall to the bottom of it.

“Speaking of missing…” She said, more serious. “I know that you’re very busy with your leader duties, but I’m often asked about when you come back to Arendelle.”

Honeymaren frowned. “What are you talking about? I saw Anna, Kristoff and the kids a month ago.”

Elsa smiled. “I mean the Arendellians. The citizens miss you too, you know? You’re a model to them and you inspire and lot of people. Not only children, adults as well.”

The brunette gave a ‘How?’ expression with lifted eyebrows.

“They admire the Northuldra lifestyle, and love to hear you talk about it from your point of view. I’m not kidding! They love you so much, Honey. I wish you could see it.”

The brunette had a thinking moment. “Well, I guess that at the end of the season, I can visit the town…”

The grin on her wife’s face already made this a great idea.

Elsa suddenly raised her hand in front of her, and Honeymaren puffed as she kept walking.

“What are you protecting me from? What can possibly happen to us h--”

The end of Honeymaren’s sentence escaped her throat as she suddenly slipped on the ice, and almost fell forward. As the tunnel was going down and soon headed to a bottomless pit, Elsa’s reflex was welcome, and she clinged to her arm.

“Phew. Thank you, dear.”

Elsa giggled as she helped her stand up. “You often trip here. I swear, one day I’ll have to pick you up from the abyss.”

Honeymaren held to her as they continued to walk. Elsa made sure that the stairs that she had built there instead of pillars were stable, and they kept going.

“You know, you can let go off my arm now.” Grinned Honeymaren at the bottom, her face overflowing with tease and sarcasm.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Apologized Elsa.

She was about to let go, but her wife held her body even tighter.

“What are y--”

“I can’t resist. You look gorgeous at the light of the crystals.”

They were going down the path where pink and purple hues particularly highlighted Elsa’s skin tone and made her hair look magical in its bright white. Her light cheeks turned red quickly.

Honeymaren laughed. “Don’t blush that hard, or Bruni is gonna be jealous of the fire on your face.”

That remark actually made Elsa blush even harder.

“Then stop being so… Flirty!” She mumbled, giving her a tap on the arm.

She nevertheless didn’t pull away from her, and the Northuldra smirked. Elsa’s hand actually even wandered along her strong arm, Honeymaren’s biceps clenched with the embrace posture she had, noticeable despite the thick coat.

“What’s the matter? Ashamed of being horny in a sacred place?” Teased Honeymaren. “Come on, snømus, I can almost hear your heart beating faster.”

She took Elsa’s hand that wasn’t busy feeling her muscle to take it to her lips and kiss it. Maybe it was an effect of the glowing lights, but Elsa’s blush seemed even redder than before. Honeymaren purposely kept kissing her hand, and Elsa’s mouth pressed in a thin line, none of them breaking eye contact.

The stress that had seized Elsa that morning completely vanished away; now, it felt like she was floating. With her bare foot in contact with the magic ice under them, and both her hands on her wife, with her gaze lost in hers, she truly felt like she was in another plane of existence. Maybe reached the place she’s never been more herself.

Honeymaren delighted in the sight of seeing Elsa quite literally melting. Anna once had mentioned how the brunette was the only one who made Elsa’s ice walls completely go down. In their embrace, in the privacy of this silent glacier, nothing about Elsa’s aroused behavior reminded that she was the Queen of Ice and Snow. The way her breathing sped up and she stood close to Honeymaren also didn’t suggest that she once was a reclusive and socially anxious person.

Elsa cleared her throat quietly, swallowing as well as she realized it got very dry. “We… Uhm… We probably should keep going.”

Honeymaren smirked. She however didn’t insist. She never did. If Elsa wasn’t in the mood or found it inappropriate, so be it. She gave her a warm kiss anyway.

Azure blue eyes, that looked slightly more arctic with the light, gave her a stare when she stepped out of her arms.

“You are impossible.” Murmured Elsa, her voice wavy as she tried to calm her feelings.

“And you are a very tempting goddess.”

Elsa’s eyes filled with touched tears, and she smiled shyly. Honeymaren giggled.

“My, forget Bruni. If Nokk ever goes missing, we can use your numerous emotional tears as a replacement to form a new water horse.”

Elsa sighed in a scoff. “Do you ever stop? Also, that’s rude.”

“You’re the one getting emotional when I compliment you!”

“Yes, because I’m still touched at how much you love me!”

A silence passed as they walked down the chambers.

“Sometimes I can’t help but think that you say all those things to make me happy and you’re just being nice.”

Honeymaren shook her head. “Sure, and I actually forced myself to marry you.”

Elsa looked away with a smile, and passed a hand along the ice wall to pretend that she was admiring it.

“What did I do to deserve you?” She mumbled after a while, looking at her.

Honeymaren smiled as she met her eyes. “What did I do to be blessed by your arrival in my life? I’m the lucky one.”

She saw the way Elsa opened her mouth to sigh or disapprove. “No, really. I’m not flirting here. Love, I was living a classic life trapped in a enclosed area because of that magic barrier that had been there since I was born. Until you passed it with nonchalance, like it was nothing but fog, literally stepping in my world and turning it upside down. A barrier that I always knew was impassable, crossed by a stunning woman with a god tier aura? Who then restored our relationship with the Spirits? You’re a damn miracle, Elsa. And I was just the witness.”

A silence passed. And obviously, Elsa’s emotional tears fell. Abundantly.

“See? What did I tell you. A whole horse.” Smiled Honeymaren to lighten the mood.

She received a slap on the arm, and her laugh echoed down the magical source.

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Honeymaren stumbled two other times on their way down, and Elsa laughed at her struggle.

“Hey, we don’t all have magic feet.”

“Sorry. You’re just so funny.”

The lights around them fluttered.

“Is she mocking me?” Frowned Honeymaren, refering to Ahtohallan.

Elsa felt the emotion of the source, and nodded. “A little.”

“Let me guess, when you come alone, you go to the memories chamber way faster?”

The Fifth Spirit grinned. “I slide all along.”

“Show-off.”

A rumble ahead went above their voices, until now plunged in silence.

“Ah, here there are.” Smiled Elsa.

A thousand of snowgies made their way to them, tickling Honeymaren’s legs and ruffling Elsa’s hair like every time they did on their visits.

“Yeah, I’m happy to see you too.” Laughed Elsa, trying to pet as many as she could.

They met Marshmallow several meters below, and he fiercely hugged them. Sometimes, Elsa had troubles remembering that he actually was threatening in the first place. Here, he acted as a really good guardian, even if Ahtohallan was sentient and perfectly able to trap people with bad intentions.

“Where Olaf?” Asked the enormous snowman as he put them down gently.

“Oh, he’s gone exploring in the West. Anna sent me a letter about him. He will be traveling for a long time, so don’t expect any news from him for a moment.” Elsa informed, petting his leg.

His giant smiled turned to a pout. Since Olaf had gained in maturity and had found himself a passion in exploration, the other creations saw him less often.

“Do you miss him?” Worried Elsa with a soft voice.

Marshmallow answered right away. “No a lot. He very talkative. Here silent, and good.”

Honeymaren and Elsa laughed at his answer. Indeed, she could tell that the giant snowman prefered Ahtohallan to the ice palace because it was under the sea level and there was no wind sounds. As for the snowgies, they had way more fun here than they did when the palace stood; the glacier had tons of slides and tunnels they could play into. Sometimes, Elsa wondered if she had been wrong to not rebuilt her ice palace after it collapsed due to her freezing, but none of her snow people seemed bothered by it. She felt that Ahtohallan was a better bubble of tranquillity, as it was the source of her magic, and not a structure she had built to isolate herself from the world.

“Elsa, you’re coming?”

“Yeah, sorry, I was lost in thoughts.”

She walked with Honeymaren in the room, where transparent pillars stood proudly.

“Hey, was your theory correct, about those pillars?” Asked the brunette, remembering she had forgotten to ask after Elsa’s last visit to Ahtohallan.

“Oh, yes. I asked to see memories of who built them, because they’re clearly human made, and she showed me images of the previous Fifth Spirit crafting them. I gotta say, he got creative. And had lot of fun, according to the memories.” She smiled.

Honeymaren smiled. When Elsa had announced to the Northuldra that the leader preceding Yelena was in fact the previous Fifth Spirit, and that he had kept his double identity secret to protect everyone, the tribe was completely astounded. Elsa had then felt deep shame; her grandfather had killed him, and in the process, without even doing it on purpose, stopped the Fifth Spirit from existing, until she was born herself. Honeymaren remembered how she apologized for hours, stating that it was unfair that the granddaughter of his murderer got to inherit from his powers, and how she had then melted to tears when all of the Northuldra forgave her, and accepted her among them without hesitation.

It made sense then why the tales Honeymaren had been told since she was a child talked about the Fifth Spirit as a legend, for he was long dead and nobody knew if he ever existed. His visits to Ahtohallan were done in pure secrecy at nights, and he was covered by the Spirits who would act as distractions. That way, the leader would make sure that he would stay modest and not be worshipped as superior. Elsa often looked at memories of him, and was inspired by his humility.

A few meters further, they arrived at the memories dome, plunged in the dark. The blonde walked to the center of the room to walk on the united Spirits symbol and activate it.

“So, memories of the attack first.” She murmured. “Ahtohallan!”

The symbol lit up in bright white, and the glacier seemed to wake up from a standby sleep. It greeted them in the main chamber with memories of both Elsa and Honeymaren displaying on the gigantic wall of the dome in sparks of colors.

“Hello, little snow.” Chimed Iduna’s voice, and Elsa’s heart squeezed with emotion.

She was certain that Ahtohallan purposely chose the most beautiful memories of her mom to communicate with her. As the magic source could only talk through memories of the world and felt to Elsa’s soul like she was a woman, it made perfect sense.

Honeymaren liked the nickname her mother gave to her when she was little, but remained serious as she stood next to Elsa and faced the deity.

“Ahtohallan, we wish to see memories of yesterday, before the Northuldra village got attacked.”

The magic source didn’t need more details; after all, it was an omniscient glacier. It replayed memories of the few minutes before the creatures raided the camp, and it gave Elsa and Honeymaren the feeling to see several scrapbooks getting rapidly flipped at the same time. Their eyes darted from one to the other.

Honeymaren knew every member of the tribe even better than Elsa, so she was the first one to tell when something odd appeared.

“There!” She exclaimed, pointing at someone who was standing behind trees. “I’ve never seen this man before. He’s not a Northuldra.”

Elsa looked at the silhouette her wife was pointing at.

It was a rather old man, standing stoically, and he had messed-up brown hair. He looked determined and frigid, and his attitude somehow reminded Elsa of her grandfather, which gave her shivers.

What surprised Elsa was that this stranger wasn’t even hiding. He simply observed from where he stood behind the trees, the Northuldra too busy in their daily tasks to notice him, Kristoff also busy helping some children. He simply waited in the distance, and wasn’t wearing a hood or anything.

“Ahtohallan, who is this man?”

“Victor Eiglatson.” Answered the source in Mattias’ voice.

Honeymaren widened her eyes as they saw a memory of Mattias saying that name. “Mattias knows him?!”

Elsa was stunned as well. She squinted at the general. “He’s not much younger than present time in this memory. This might have happened a few years ago.”

“You’re right.”

“Do you think that he’s a friend of Mattias?” Inquired Honeymaren, and Elsa heard a bit of disappointment in her voice. If the two men were allies, then it would be a really tearing situation.

“No”, assured Elsa. “Look at the way he said his name. He’s disdainful.”

They nodded, and kept observing the memory of the mysterious man.

“Victor Eiglatson…” Muttered Elsa, thinking out loud. “He’s an Arendellian, that’s for sure.”

She tilted her head, squinting. “But why would an Arendellian attack the Northuldra?”

The two lands and people were at peace since more than 15 years.

Honeymaren shrugged, and they continued to watch. They clenched their jaws as the moment went on and he started raising his arms, creating monsters made of a sort of dark goo, exactly like Kristoff depicted them, and the humanoid creatures made their way to the camp like ramping ink.

The Northuldra clenched her eyes shut when the Northuldra’s camp got destroyed, and turned away. “I’m sorry, I can’t watch this.”

“It’s alright”, assured Elsa in a soft and caring voice, taking her in her arms so she could put her face against her shoulder, which she did.

The blonde nevertheless kept staring at the way dark magic came out of his hands, just like ice and snow one came out of hers. It was the same kind of gesture, only this one was cruel and malevolent, she could tell. Why would someone with magic use it to do something bad? The concept escaped her completely.

She soothed her lover with a rubbing hand in her back. “Hey... It’s over. Ahtohallan stopped the memory.”

The blonde lifted her head to the deity. “Were there Northuldra who saw his face?”

“None…” Started the voice, using a memory of Gerda.

“...that day”, she finished in the voice of Oaken.

Elsa blinked, both at the funny choice of faces to say that, and the actual answer. “None that day? What do you mean?”

She took a mental note to tell Anna that she was right when she complained about how ambiguous the magic glacier was. ‘I swear, you get your drama queen side from her gifting’, had once said the redhead, and she was probably right.

“Who saw him, then?” Inquired Honeymaren.

“The Fifth Spirit did.”

Elsa pointed at herself, a bit confused. “You mean, me…? Or…?”

“The previous Fifth Spirit.” Specified Ahtohallan.

The two wives exchanged a gaze.

“He did?”

“Wait, could you show memories of the moment, or moments, when he saw him?”

New memories displayed above the ones already on the wall of the dome, and they were oddly blur. Elsa found it weird, but also realized that it wasn’t how they could find a solution to stop that man. They also had to know what drove him to commit such an act.

“Can we see memories of this Victor before the attack?” Therefore asked Elsa. She then urged to lift her hands. “But only general ones. Not intimate.”

The Northuldra leader wondered if Elsa had once forgotten to sort Ahtohallan’s results and ended with inappropriate memories.

“Actually, specifically search for moments that could have led him to plan this attack.” Continued the blonde.

Ahtohallan gleamed, and now used and mixed several memory sentences to answer. “I can show you memories of his deepest anger.”

Elsa felt a bit bad to do so, but she nodded.

The dome wall suddenly exploded in a hundred different moving images, juxtaposing with the memories of the Fifth Spirit. With its multiple colors, it was beautiful, but a real mess.

“That is confusing.” Admitted Honeymaren. “Ahtohallan, could you remo--”

“No, wait.” Interrupted Elsa, and she held her arm. “I got an idea.”

The blonde inspected the timelines closer. “Actually, it’s more of an intuition…”

She spent several seconds staring at all the images, her experted eyes matching the ones of a lynx as she gained experience from the numerous times she visited Ahtohallan.

“Look.” She suddenly pointed with both of her hands. “There was a time when the Fifth Spirit and Victor interracted. They knew each other.”

She showed how two memories matched perfectly by the landscape behind and the time of day.

“Well done, snømus.” Complimented Honeymaren with a grin and a proud side hug.

Elsa smiled. So they had a common past… She lifted her eyes to the magic source, still pointing.

“Can we know more about what happened that day?”

Ahtohallan sparkled. “There is a way. You can see through the repressed memories of the Fifth Spirit.”

Elsa and Honeymaren widened their eyes.

“Excuse me… Repressed?”

“The Fifth Spirit had memories he didn’t want to remember?”

They exchanged a gaze. Their priorities were a bit different.

“Yes. Encrypted memories.” Ahtohallan answered naturally, like it was something completely ordinary.

“Encrypted?” Repeated Honeymaren.

“That means that they can only be accessible through a code.” Explained the blonde. “Like when you use Northuldra symbols instead of letters in your messages.”

“Yeah, I know what it means, thank you, nerdy head. What I don’t understand it, why the hell would our past leader want to hide something?”

“It’s not about hiding.” Clarified Ahtohallan before Elsa would even reply. “Those aren’t memories that the Fifth Spirit wanted to keep away from the world, but keep away from himself.”

A silence passed, accentuated by the natural quietness of the room.

Honeymaren scoffed. “That is really creep--”

“Show me.”

She twitched at Elsa’s words.

Ahtohallan’s lights changed, like a warning. “Seeing memories of your past life might affect you grandly.”

“I don’t care.” Frowned Elsa.

Honeymaren widened her eyes. “No, love, wait. That can be dangerous.”

“I said I don’t care.”

“But I do. Do you know how many times you threw yourself into something utterly dangerous and it didn’t end well?”

Elsa was about to contradict her, then her mouth shut. Indeed, she didn’t have enough fingers on her hands to quote them all. Her wife was right. Once again. However, Elsa was stubborn and curious and she had to know.

“How will it affect me?”

“ELSA!” Scolded Honeymaren, but the blonde ignored her.

“Side effects can vary.” Answered the source.

“Yeah, no, uh-uh, that’s way too large for an answer.” Grumbled Honeymaren.

“But that will allow us to know more about the past!”

“Please for the love of gods don’t tell me you haven’t learn a lesson from what happened. I know that it can be alluring, but you shouldn’t--”

She stopped talking when Elsa’s two hands pressed her shoulders. “It’s not about going too far this time.”

Honeymaren blinked like she had simply lost her mind. “How is that not going too far? This is actually even worse than going through secret memories of the day the mist fell. This period is even earlier, we’re talking about when the previous Fifth Spirit was alive. Furthermore, those are memories he didn’t like…”

Elsa gave her a reassuring smile. It was so odd given the situation that the brunette found herself calmed down before even knowing why she was so positive.

“This is different because those are, in a way, my memories.”

“That’s right.” Assured Ahtohallan’s voice, echoing above their heads in the sound of others, and it cut Honeymaren in her reply. If she weren’t worshipping the magic source and devoting eternal respect to it, she would find that habit very annoying. “It is physically harmless.”

“Physically harmless, uh?” Frowned Honeymaren.

Elsa eye rolled. “Don’t over-analyse everything she says.”

“So now, you’re the cocky one and I’m the anxious one?”

The blonde grinned. “Seems like it, yes.”

Honeymaren started to groan, so Elsa’s hands were on her shoulders again, tenderly pressing. “It’s okay, Honey. This is my area. I know she doesn’t lie. I can feel in my magic that this won’t be dangerous. I can tell.”

The Northuldra leader was pulled between two choices. She wanted to protect her lover and grab her hand to drag her out of this alluring proposition, but also trusted Elsa no matter what, and knew by those confident blue eyes that she wasn’t pretending; she genuinely knew that nothing deadly would happen. Also, Honeymaren was with her, so she could have a say if needed.

She sighed longly and heavily. “Fine. Go on.”

Elsa smiled at the approval of her dearest advisor. She squeezed her hands and kissed her on the lips. Honeymaren barely had the time to blink before Elsa turned to the dome wall.

“Ahtohallan, I’m ready.”

The lights of the magic source changed.

“Those memories are encrypted. An access code is needed.”

Both women blinked. “Pardon? I don’t have one.” Said Elsa.

Honeymaren smirked. “Are you sure that you can’t remember it, given that it’s your past life?”

Her wife heard the sarcasm, and only answered with a death glare. She turned to the glacier’s wall again.

“The previous Fifth Spirit had a password to get to his repressed memories? How am I supposed to know about it?”

Ahtohallan didn’t answer. The brunette really struggled to restrain herself from laughing now.

Elsa nervously fidgeted with her hands.

“Okay, uhm… Is there a clue?”

Honeymaren lifted a sarcastic eyebrow. A clue? What did she think this was, a game?

Ahtohallan lights changed. “Only time itself will tell.”

A silence passed.

“What?” Muttered Elsa.

Honeymaren burst out of laughter, then coughed and retrieved her serious behavior to not be disrespectful in such a sacred place.

“Well, snømus…” She giggled with a bitten lip. “Looks like we’re gonna have to wait.”

Elsa pouted. “I guess that the truth will come by itself…”

Honeymaren passed a hand on her cheek. “Come on, we got all the answers we needed. No need to push destiny.”

The Fifth Spirit stopped pouting and nodded as she melted in the touch.

“Ahtohallan, there is something else I must ask you. No, beg you.”

The glacier got very attentive, bright lights shining.

“I understand that it’s a sacred law that Nature magic must not interact with dark magic… But I’ve just seen what Victor can do. And what consequences his attack had. Can I ask you… No, you must… You must allow me to use my magic against him and his creatures.”

The magic source went silent, and she could tell she was thinking.

“Please, I understand that the four elemental Spirits can’t intervene, but I’m begging you. Let me protect my people. Let me protect my wife.”

“Snømus…” Murmured Honeymaren.

Elsa’s hand passed in hers, her eyes still staring at the wall.

Another moment of reflexive silence passed.

“You get my blessing.” Suddenly said a voice.

Both women widened their eyes. That voice…

They turned to the moving image of it. Honeymaren grinned. Elsa was a bit disoriented. It was odd to see a photograph of oneself, but see a memory of herself always made Elsa feel awkward.

A giant display of her own face stood tall in front of them, a moment that had happened when Elsa had supported Anna and Kristoff’s marriage.

“Nice choice of memory.” Commented Honeymaren.

Elsa blushed bashfully. “So, that means you allow me to use my powers against dark magic?”

The memory switched to one of herself nodding. Now Elsa blushed completely.

“It looks like the answer was inside you all along, love.” Noted Honeymaren. “You just had to take a decision.”

The Fifth Spirit inhaled deeply to chase tears, and instead of bowing to the source, nodded strongly. Indeed, there was a reason for Ahtohallan to choose this way to accept. Now Elsa was determined.

They saluted the magic source and thanked her for her help, and were about to depart.

“Wait, before we leave.” Suddenly said the blonde.

“What?” Twirled around Honeymaren, worried that something wrong happened on top of all that.

“You wanted to see memories of Yelena.” Smiled Elsa softly.

The brunette’s features smoothened, and she smiled. “Yes. Please do.”

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Honeymaren and Elsa hopped down Nokk, and the blonde scratched their nose as she turned them to water again. They hopped in the river with a happy marine sound, and went to play with the fishes.

The wives made their way back to the village, and Honeymaren trotted to a particularly muscular Northuldra, Jongu. He nodded respectfully to his leader.

“Did anything happened?” Asked Honeymaren.

“Nothing at all.” Assured the man.

“Not even Ryder burning up pine needles?” She smirked.

The Northuldra chuckled. “No, not even.”

“Then it’s perfect. I’m never gonna leave again anyway, especially after what we’ve learned.”

“What have you learned?”

“I’ll tell you at the council this noon.”

Elsa observed him go, and her eyes diverted to every Sami that the leader had cleverly picked and placed in a strategic way, but also depending on their individual skills.

“I like how you managed that. Very clever.” She noted.

“See, that’s also what being a leader is.”

Elsa looked at her with curiosity.

“Recognizing your people’s strength.” Stated Honeymaren. “I knew that now we’re prepared, our most fierce people can ensure our protection.”

The blonde smiled. When Honeymaren exhaled such wisdom, she felt enriched.

When the Sun reached its highest point in the sky, it was time for the council. The Northuldra placed themselves in a big circle, even more compact than the one they formed when they ate together. Indeed, their presence there was mandatory, from the youngest child to the oldest adult, in opposite to eating times when they could have their meal wherever and however they pleased.

Just like every time the day after the first full moon, the tribe assembled in their monthly reunion under the brightest Sun. Honeymaren stood up in the center of the circle and naturally opened with a summary of the situation, and all the Northuldra listened closely, even the distracted souls. Elsa looked at her wife with an odd emotion; hearing her explain the whole story of Victor Eiglatson and how the events will possibly turn out and how to palliate to his evil ways made her shiver, but by the confident way the Northuldra leader spoke, her heart filled with reassurance, and, undeniably, a certain attraction.

Once Honeymaren was finished, she invited the other Northuldra to talk about their issues for the past month. Of course, that excluded the attack, and she insisted saying that they could debate or make a complaint about anything, and that no problem was too small compared to the assault, not even a shortage of dye color. They had to speak freely. Ryder and another man therefore stood up and started talking about lichen for the reindeers, and Honeymaren finally sat down, sighing discreetly at the exhaustion that had taken her after speaking for so long. Elsa passed a hand in her back to soothe her, and could feel the tension in her muscles.

She thought with determination that she must ask a Northuldra healer to teach her pressure points to relieve her wife in moments like those. It had been a long morning, and the trip to Ahtohallan, additionned to the revelations, and now the council, started to make Honeymaren feel sore. Even if she hid it, Elsa could always tell. She tilted on the side as both women were sitting on their heels, to be on Honeymaren’s ear level.

“We should take a nap afterwards. In the camp, of course.”

She could hear Honeymaren sigh in content at the idea, and saw her jaw moving in an approving nod. Elsa figured that, as long as they stayed inside the village, the brunette would agree to relax.

She returned her attention to the tribe, listening to an elder who was talking about using discarded animal skins to make drums, that he suggested to carve and make himself. He argued with emotion saying that it would be a nice touch to make music out of the tragedy, and that the first piece should honor the Spirits, to show them that the Northuldra aren’t resentful for their impossibility to help. Most of the tribe jolted in happy and supportive reactions, nodding and approving his idea. Elsa nodded brightly, and the man noticed. His face covered with a blush as he smiled proudly at the approval of the Fifth Spirit.

Gale tingled above them, making the edge of the trees dance, a way for them to clap their hands. They all grinned, and Elsa chuckled.

“They say it’s a lovely idea. And I join them.”

Now the man was overwhelmed with joy, and he took off his hat that he clenched above his heart with both hands, bowing to Elsa and smiling at Gale.

Honeymaren beamed at the scene, happy to see during her leading years the same harmony with Nature she had witnessed all her life. While the council went on and another person spoke up, she looked at the blonde, forever stunned that she could call the Fifth Spirit her wife. She heard a little a content whir, and turned to look down to see that Bruni was peacefully sleeping in the camp fire at the center of the circle, nearly invisible for how much he merged with the fire flames. He had just changed his posture by the way his tiny paws were moving, and Honeymaren suspected him to have bounced in joy at the song news, though nobody had actually seen the flames flutter.

‘Nature is always listening’, she thought with a smile. The Spirits always shown themselves to be attentive, and Honeymaren wasn’t surprised, when her eyes diverted to Elsa again, that she was listening closely to the tribe’s issues. In fact, she could sense that the whole Forest was listening closely. As a folk that lived sustainably with the fauna and flora, it wasn’t that far-fetched to imagine that the animals were listening to them. She smiled at the feeling of unity that entered her heart.

It made her realize how Elsa’s bond with the other Spirits had gotten more and more intense with the years. Long ago, she would use only Nokk for her nocturnal missions in the woods, but now, she used the characteristics of every Spirit, like she had become one with the four forces of Nature. When Elsa rode Nokk at nights, she used the help of the Giants to create a clear path ahead of her to go faster, asked for Gale to create a draft in their back to give them impulsion, and Bruni lighted their way like a beacon they could follow until the end of time. The fact that her nocturnal missions always ended well and actually got shorter and faster with the time made Honeymaren proud, though she always felt a bit upset because that meant that she had plenty of ways to cheat on their next race.

The council ended in a friendly atmosphere, and all issues got resolved.

When all the Northuldra stood up and resumed their activities, Elsa hooked her arm under Honeymaren’s to lead her to a calm patch of grass that was away from the noise of the village, but still technically in it. The brunette didn’t resist any second; she was tired and would never refuse to lay down next to her lover.

“Next step is, after the nap, we message Mattias to ask him who is this Victor Eiglatson and how he knew him.” She mumbled.

“Yes, but first, the nap.” Smirked Elsa.

They walked together under the warm sun.

“That was a great council.” She then said, and Honeymaren hummed. “You were right. Being a leader also means having faith in the people. Did Yelena teach you that?”

Honeymaren chuckled tenderly. “Yelena taught me a lot. But this… You can thank your sister for it. Anna is the one who made me see the world through the people’s eyes.”

Elsa smiled deeply.

Indeed, Anna of Arendelle was the Queen to turn to for leadership wisdom.

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Anna watched helplessly her son break her royal equipment.

“That is… That was… My favorite pen.”

Isak gasped with all the force of his little lungs.

“Oh, Mama, I’m so sorry!”

Yep, Pabbie was right. Clumsiness is hereditary.

The boy panicked, his lips trembling. He quickly started to cry, slightly cowering at the scolding he saw coming.

Anna’s hand lowered to him, only to place her fingers softly on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, sweetie. I have plenty others.”

She opened one of the drawers of the desk, which seemed to contain at least ten other similar pens.

The sight and twist were so surprising that Isak forgot his falling tears. With a dropped jaw, he looked at his mother take out one of them, opening it and dipping the tip in the ink. She even started to write right away. It was like she had done this very sequence of gestures countless times.

Her son kept staring at her with an opened mouth, and closed it quickly when he remembered how his elder sister had once joked about how little flies could easily enter his throat if he kept being in awe like this so often.

He came closer to Anna, his hands on the desk next to her, his nose barely going over the wood. The look he gave to his mother made her giggle when she noticed.

“I have a whole stock of them. I often break pens.”

“This is awesome.” He murmured. “That means you can be Queen and clumsy?”

“Why of course!”

“How do you break them? Do you break them in two like I did?”

“No, and it wasn’t your fault. They are very fragile, it’s easy to snap them in two. You couldn’t know that it was it was a different pen than the one you use.”

He had a familiar blink that meant ‘tell me more’. So she smiled and turned her right hand. “See, this one is a fountain pen. You put ink on its tip from time to time, and write with it for elegant purposes, not just taking notes like Eydis and you do during lessons.”

Isak let out a quiet admirative gasp, and he looked at her work on kingdom laws.

“I like your handwriting.” He sighed dreamily.

“Thank you. Your dad and aunt sometimes compliment me on it too. Though I really don’t see why.”

“How did you break your other pens?” Asked the boy, returning to the topic without filter like all children do.

“For example, when I’m tired, I don’t look at what I’m doing, and sometimes I step on them.”

“You slept on them?”

“No, I… Well, that, too. Yes. But what I meant is that I sometimes forget to put them on their holder, so they roll off the desk and fall on the floor.”

Isak giggled.

“Also, it happened that I broke some when I’m with signing contracts for dumb politicians. I lose my nerves and hold them too hard.”

She sighed. “You know what’s the good part?”

The boy shook his head in a vivid no.

“Arendelle’s stationery will never go bankrupt with me in command.”

As they laughed - though Isak didn’t understand the joke - someone knocked to the door. The redhead recognized the pattern.

“Come in, Kris.”

The King barely made two steps in that his son ran to his legs.

“Papa!”

The blond let out a happy exclamation and lifted the boy in his arms with a twirl. “Hey, buddy! How was your working session with your mother?”

“Awesome! I broke her pen, and I got to help her with the purple papers, and I also did the thingie, and…”

Kristoff chuckled at his nonsense, and he kept going, talking about all his father missed while he was away from the castle.

“He uses ‘awesome’ quite a lot, uh?”

“At least twenty times today.” Sighed Anna.

“Wait, did I just hear that you broke Mama’s pen?” He frowned, and gave a look to his wife, to understand if he had to scold him. She gave him a dismissing hand gesture. “It’s okay then, she has plenty. But be careful next time, okay?”

“Yeah…” He mumbled, toying with his beard.

He looked at Isak, then Anna who had her head down into her paperwork again.

“Hey, buddy, why don’t you go play with Eydis. I need to talk with your mother.”

“Okay!” Jolted the kid, happy to see that he didn’t get into trouble for his clumsiness.

In a storm, he left the room, and Kristoff closed the study door behind him.

“If it’s to talk about the word ‘awesome’, just know it’s Eydis who taught him that.” Said Anna absentmindedly, her focus on the laws she was proofreading.

He smiled. “No, it’s not what--”

“I’m sure that she learned it from the ice harvesters she spent most of her time with. Or sailors. I don’t know. For a girl who dream to either be one or the other, she sure absorb a lot of vocabulary from both groups.”

“Anna…”

“But it’s fine”, she assured, still not lifting her head and dipping the tip of her pen in ink again. “As long as she doesn’t say rude things or sing smutty chanties.”

“Anna.”

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t want to talk in private to chat about slacked parenting.” He smiled.

She finally lifted her head, and saw that this smile was forced.

“Oh. What is it then?”

He rubbed his beard as he walked forward to her desk, which was a sign of nervosity, and she squinted. Her teal blue eyes widened when she saw the scar on his cheek. It would eventually fade, but her heart froze.

“What happened?”

He sat down in one of the seats in front of her desk.

“Stay on your chair.” He incited, seeing the way she stood with a worried frown and was about to walk around to check his face. He insisted on his gesture, and she complied, though confused.

“I went to the Forest on my way to the outpost. And I… I need to tell you about an event that occurred. I think it’s best for you to sit tight.”

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“I hate when she knows me this well.”

“That is most of the time.” Chuckled Kristoff. “Do you hate Elsa most of the time?”

Anna grumbled as they walked down the corridor. In fact, they were heading to nowhere in particular, but the Queen had to let off some steam.

“What did she say again?” She asked one more time, nervously tucking hair behind her ear.

“That you must stay put, and that she didn’t need for your help in the Forest. Honeymaren and her are fine, and she’ll send you a message via Gale if there’s any problem.”

“But she said that when you were there! Who knows what could have happened since!” Grumbled Anna, searching for reasons to be worried.

The man eye rolled. “Please, feisty, you’re thinking too much. They are okay. And you would upset Elsa more than anything if you went there. She prefers you safe here, away from any danger.”

Anna grumbled one more time, now stopping to clench her hands to the railing, as they had stopped by the mezzanine.

“And you have important duties tomorrow.” Reminded Kristoff, nailing his final argument.

“Fine.” Whined Anna. “But fair warning: I’ll be very attentive to any incoming message from now on.”

The King nodded with a smirk. “Noted.”

“Mama?”

They turned around at the tired voice behind them. Isak was standing in the corridor and rubbing his eyes, his stuffed toy rubbing against the carpet. “Can you come read me a story?”

The redhead blinked and looked at the clock in the corridor. They hadn’t seen time pass when Kristof told her about everything that happened. Also, Isak was a young child, and slept early.

“Sure, we’re coming.”

“Papa, can you make voices?”

“Always.” He chuckled.

He gave a ‘you’re in the mood?’ look at his wife, and she nodded, then they followed him to his bedroom.

They told the bed time story as a duet, to Isak greatest pleasure. Even Eydis listened to the story from the door frame she was laying against, her arms crossed.

When Anna closed the book, she gave her elder child a surprised and smirking stare.

“I didn’t think that you would be listening tonight.”

Eydis blushed a bit, but forced herself to appear rebellious. “That’s only because I like this story. Not because of you and Father’s… Stupid voices.”

Anna eye rolled at her daughter’s teenager attitude. “Okay.”

Kristoff kissed his son on the forehead as he tucked him in, and the boy whined.

“No complaints, it’s time for bed.”

“But I’m not asleep!”

“Yes you are.”

“Well I don’t wanna sleep.” Pouted the child.

Kristoff chuckled, then looked at Anna then back at him. “Alright, then your mother and I will just stay here so you can watch us kiss loudly all evening…”

Anna grinned and they both started doing exaggerated kissing noises.

Eydis and Isak winced in disgusted “Blerghs” and “Ughs”.

“Get out!” Said Isak, hiding behind his sheets.

“That’s gross.” Commented Eydis, and she walked to her room.

The parents giggled, then left to get some rest in the living room.

“My, this day seemed endless.” Sighed Anna, dropping on the couch in a very un-queen way.

Kristoff was about to do the same on the sofa next to it, then suddenly stopped in his move, which looked like he got stunned by a thought.

“What?”

He chuckled, and turned around to look at the chair. “I just remembered… Yep, she left it there.”

He picked a caliper from the cushion and put it on the coffee table nearby.

“Eydis dropped it earlier when I came back home.”

Anna sighed again, relieved they escaped another danger. That was too much for a day, and her mind already filled with sadness at the idea of losing two Northuldra acquaintances in such a way.

Her head dropped at the back of the couch. From there, she could see the familial portrait upside down, which was hung on the wall next to the previous one, made before Kristoff and her had kids. A smile made her way to her lips at the sight of the evolution of her family.

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“‘dis, can you give me the strawberry jam?”

“What did you just call me?”

Isak blinked, wondering if he did wrong. “‘dis. Like, Eydis.”

His elder forgave him right away, especially with the cute face that came along this explanation. “I like it. It sounds like sis. ‘dis.”

She passed the jar of jam. “There you go. Do you want me to make you a toast?”

The little boy nodded timidly, and Eydis smiled as she took a slice of bread and generously spreaded the strawberry jam on it, as she knew he was so fond of it.

“Like that?”

“Awesome. Thank you.” He blushed happily, holding the toast with two hands as she gave it to him, and he bit avidly into it.

Kristoff observed them with a smile as his daughter chuckled while the little curly-haired redhead hummed in delight. Eydis may be in her teenager years and made his wife and him live a hell sometimes, she still was a genuinely caring elder sister, and she gave a lot of attention to Isak. Just like he imitated her a lot.

“Your Majesty, here’s today’s newspaper.” Announced a servant, holding the gazette on a tray.

“Thank you, Carl.”

Kristoff took it with a smile, never forgetting his roots and still giving the man full respect and kindness despite his position as King.

As he unfolded it and started reading the headlines, he gave a sign to the staffer before he left.

“Oh, Carl, while you’re here, could you make sure that the horses in the stables have carrots this morning?”

“Certainly, your Majesty.” Bowed the man, and he made an exit, leaving the family have their breakfast.

Anna smiled from her seat next to him. “You know, I’m quite sure than only reindeers eat carrots. Horses are more into apples. And hay and granules are more than enough for the royal stallions. In fact, the only animal I’ve ever seen eat carrots this much was…”

Her quick tone and joyful face vanished as she interrupted herself. Kristoff didn’t even raise his eyes from the newspaper as she heard her stop her sentence right in time, just like someone slid at the edge of a cliff and retrieved their balance to avoid falling down the precipice.

“Sven.” He finished in a deadpan tone. “You can say the word.”

Anna gulped loudly, and it wasn’t because of the grapes she was eating. “Yes. Sven.”

“I know horses aren’t much into carrots, but the wheelwright has to visit this morning to fix my wagon. And his horse somehow is a real carrot cruncher. I figured that it was a way to make wright happy without making him feel embarrassed.”

The Queen smiled. “It’s a nice touch.”

Kristoff turned a page of his newspaper, and took that opportunity to look at her. He smiled too. “And you can say Sven’s name, feisty. I don’t mind, truly.”

She seemed relieved.

Isak stared at them with a tilted head and a frown from the other side of the table.

“Who is Sven?”

As far as he remembered, nobody in the staff nor royal guard was named Sven.

“He was a reindeer.” Explained Eydis, chewing on chocolate next to him. “Papa loved him very much. I was little when he died, I don’t remember a lot about him… He spent a lot of time eating hay in the stables, like he was tired all the time. But Mama says that he used to be very energetic and he was very brave. The story about the big freeze that Auntie tell us about sometimes? He was there.”

“Woooah.” Muttered Isak, impressed. It was like he had learned about a legend.

“Yeeeah.”

“So he was Papa’s mighty steed?”

Eydis chuckled. “Sort of. A long time ago. Mama often refers to him as the best reindeer-dog she had ever met.”

The boy giggled as he drank his glass of fruit juice.

“Sven is a weird name for a reindeer.”

His sister laughed.

“You know, Mama told me once that when she was pregnant with me, Olaf kept insisting that she should call me Samantha.”

Isak hummed.

“I prefer Samantha to Eydis.”

The elder nudged him, and he chuckled. “You’re only saying that to annoy me. Can you imagine it? Samantha of Arendelle… Nah, it’s too crappy.”

“What does crappy mean?”

“Uhhh… I’ll tell you later.” Said Eydis as she bit her lip, eyeing carefully her parents, but they were too busy reading each the Europe news and a fictional novel.

“If you don’t take Samantha, then I will. I want to be named Samantha.” Said the boy.

Eydis snorted. “You can call yourself like you want. But that’s a whole other conversation, and I think you should talk to Papa and Mama about it.”

It reminded her of a question she wanted to ask for a while.

“Mama, why don’t we have a common flag with the Northuldra?” Asked Eydis.

The redhead blinked at the question. She often was stunned by the intelligence of her children, but didn’t expect them to be curious that early in the morning. They definitely inherited that from their father.

“She’s right!” Intervened Isak. “That way, we could unite them and ours and make a pretty banner together!”

He lifted his hands in joy, and Anna chuckled.

“Your artistic initiative would make your aunt green with envy.”

He grinned proudly.

“It’s a nice suggestion, only, Northuldra don’t have a flag.” Said Anna.

“When will they have one?” Asked Eydis.

“They don’t ever intend to.” Smiled the Queen.

Eydis pouted as she thought. “Hmm. Is it because they don’t see the utility of a flag because they never will aim to plant it on ground?”

“What do you mean?” Inquired Anna, on the tone of encouragement, because she liked the direction her daughter was going.

“Well, the Northuldra are a nomad tribe. All Sami tribes are. That’s why none have flags. They only have different clothing styles and belt motives. And Northuldra never will claim a territory as theirs. That’s surely why they don’t have a flag.”

A silence passed, and everyone stared at her.

“...Right?” She finished, a bit worried by the exchange of looks that her parents made.

But her mother smiled widely.

“Remind me to bring you to my next geopolitical meeting.”

Eydis’ eyes widened. “Wha-- Didn’t you say the other day that I’m too young?”

“Oh, dear, I was deeply wrong. No you aren’t.” Smirked Anna.

Her daughter’s face lit up. “Okay.”

She finished her plate happily, radiating good energy.

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Lying next to Honeymaren in the grass, Elsa smiled tenderly as she played with her wife’s hair while she was asleep. In fact, she suspected Honeymaren to only be half-asleep, for how much she was smiling, and probably struggling to stay awake to enjoy her soft touch.

“Sleep, my love. Don’t fight against fatigue. I’m watching over you.”

The Northuldra leader smiled widely, her eyes closed. “You always will.”

Her voice was groggy, and soon she fell asleep against Elsa’s hand.

In the distance, behind the trees, something dark and slimy lurked in the shadows. It approached them slowly…

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Moon Rise: Chapter 50

"Look, they've come back!" Lightpaw exclaimed as Whitestar and the rest of her patrol made their way into Grassclan's camp. At the young apprentice's call, the rest of the clan had begun to gather around, eager to hear news of what came from the meeting with Treeclan.

"Well? What did Blazestar have to say for himself?" Chicorynose asked, tail wagging with anxiety.

"We are to settle this war the day after tomorrow," Whitestar responded, body tense. Swiftcloud flanked one of her sides and could feel the leader's dread through her fur. It was almost overwhelming. If her clanmates were not pressed so closely around them, Swiftcloud would have withdrawn to calm herself.

"Which means we only have a short time to prepare," Chicorynose murmured, eyes darkening.

Whitestar nodded, looking at each of her warriors as she spoke. "For the rest of the day, up until sundown tomorrow, I want every able bodied cat to train. We must ensure our skills are sharp so that we may claim our victory."

And so that we don't lose any more warriors, Swiftcloud added in her mind, figuring the same thought might be running through Whitestar's. She gave the leader a glance, able to tell her prediction to be true by the turmoil on the other molly's siamese face.

"I'll send everyone out, then." Chicorynose turned, already prepared to order partners and apprentices to team up and get to work.

Swiftcloud and the others on her patrol had been dismissed from training for the evening. They'd be on a long journey, and Whitestar knew all too well the dread it had caused them all. Swiftcloud was grateful for the break, although she didn't allow her time to be wasted. She wanted her skills as sharp as the rest of the clan's, especially after being unconscious for three days.

Across the camp, Swiftcloud spotted one of her mates laying beside the fresh-kill pile. Shadowfang looked to be at peace, having a rest after being out at The Dip battle training with Quailbelly and Thornpaw. Swiftcloud almost felt bad to disturb him. But a mischievous idea crossed through her mind. One that she knew she couldn't pass up.

"Hey, Shadowfang?" she meowed, drawing her mate's attention as she padded over to him.

Shadowfang glanced up at Swiftcloud, gnawing on the leftovers from his dinner. He gave his lips a satisfied smack, then sat up straight to acknowledge the white and black patched she-cat. "Yeah?"

Swiftcloud smiled innocently, wiggling her nubby tail. Before Shadowfang could comment on her odd behavior, she threw herself onto him, mouthing at his ear and tugging on it playfully. She pushed with all of her strength, trying to flatten the him to the ground. Shadowfang squirmed beneath her, swinging his head side to side in an attempt to throw her off his back.

"Hey, quit it!" Shadowfang hissed, laughter in his voice. He rolled over a little, batting at Swiftcloud's whiskers. Swiftcloud growled at him playfully, leading to her being squashed by the larger cat's flank. Swiftcloud squealed, wiggling from beneath the black tom. She jumped up momentarily, allowing Shadowfang to spring to his paws. He turned, pouncing onto his mate so her could nibble on her shoulder, giving her ear a cuff. "Take that!"

"Foolish Shadowclan cat, I'll make crowfood of you!" Swiftcloud yowled dramatically.

"Foolish, am I?" Shadowfang played along. "That is where you're wrong. You'll never defeat me, Swiftstar. For I, Shadowstar, am the most powerful clan leader in the world!"

"We'll see about that!" Swiftcloud retorted, rolling onto her back. She kicked up at Shadowfang's underbelly, with claws sheathed, trying hard to throw him off of her. Shadowfang continued to nibble on her shoulder and neck, earning thrill filled squeals from the patched molly. With one more effort filled kick, Swiftcloud managed to move Shadowfang from on top of her. She scrambled to get paws, darting away from the tom with a taunt. Shadowfang growled playfully, crouching to the floor. Her pelted after his mate a heartbeat later, gaining on her with ease. He pounced once more, tussling with her on the grassy floor. Squeaks and trills of laughter floated in the air between them as they rolled, their witty banter growing more and more dramatic. It felt good to play around with Shadowfang again like this. It reminded Swiftcloud of one of the reasons why she'd fallen in love with him. She enjoyed his playful spirit. Shadowfang never failed to make feel young and free. And though Swiftcloud was already both of these things, she knew that she'd truly felt this way whenever Shadowfang was around. To her, Shadowfang was joy; he was an adventure waiting to happen and a life full of experience. To Swiftcloud, Shadowfang was home.

"What in the name of the earth and stars are you two up to?" A voice called out to the playful mates, gaining both of their attention. Swiftcloud glanced at the cat who had spoken them, a bright smile blooming on her muzzle.

"Play fighting!" She chriped. "Care to join us, Misty?" She invited.

Mistyleaf shook her head, rolling her eyes playfully. "Silly furballs," she mewed as he booped Swiftcloud's nose, cuffing Shadowfang over the ear when he sat up. "How about we share tongues instead? Then you can tell Shadowfang and I all about your visit to Treeclan," Mistyleaf proposed.

Swiftcloud perked up the idea, agreeing without a second thought. The mates padded over to the edge of the clearing, entangling themselves with one another while they talked and groomed. During their chat, Swiftcloud's thoughts would wander. She realized while Shadowfang represented a life of freedom and fun, Mistyleaf stood for comfort. The silver molly was safety, trustworthiness, and softness. She was the calmness in the calamity. The voice of reason. To Swiftcloud, Mistyleaf was sanctuary. And together, both her and Shadowfang were the pure definition of love. Swiftcloud knew she could never adore any other cats more.

The moon soon climbed to its peak in the sky, summoning hard working warriors home, and putting them to sleep. Swiftcloud, Shadowfang and Mistyleaf rose from their resting place padding into the warriors' den. They settled back down together in their shared nest, passing on wishes of good rest and sweet dreams before closing their eyes until morning light.

When dawn graced the clearing the following day, Chicorynose and Tigerfang were all too eager to rouse everyone in the clan from their collective slumber.

"Up, up, up! Let's get out there and work our tails off. We only have a short time left before the great battle!" Chicorynose caterwauled, earning a collection of groans. "I've already taken the liberty of gathering the apprentices in the clearing. Go and grab your 'Paws and partners, let's head out."

"I'll see you two later," Shadowfang said to the mollies in his nest. He stood up, giving his shoulder a few licks. "I'm gonna take Thornpaw and Lightpaw out to the Mountainclan border today, with Frostfeather and Pansypaw. Actually-- Swiftcloud, do you wanna come along with your apprentice?"

"No thanks, I already have plans to bring Tulippaw and Tabitha to The Dip today," Swiftcloud replied, standing with a stretch. Shadowfang shrugged, muttering out a "fair enough" before he padding out of the den.

Swiftcloud bid him an extra farewell, turning to groom Mistyleaf.

Mistyleaf purred gratefully, nudging Swiftcloud with her muzzle. "You should go too. And I've got to help Goldensong prepare herbs."

Swiftcloud whined slightly but ultimately agreed. She gave Mistyleaf one last lick on the cheek before heading out of the warriors' den, ready to get the day started. A chilly wind ruffled her short fur as she emerged into the open. Her pawpads tingled from the cold ground beneath them, making her take careful steps as she made her way over to her apprentices.

Tulippaw trilled as Swiftcloud approached, rushing forward to tuck her head under her mentor's chin.

"I missed you!" She practically yowled, a wetness pooling at the edges of her eyes as she pulled away to look at Swiftcloud. Swiftcloud purred, licking the younger molly between the ears. She was well aware that Tulippaw had caught wind of the lie Snowfrost told. That Swiftcloud might not last the next quarter moon. Tulippaw had already lost one mentor. Though they were not close, Ambereye's death had still effected her. Starclan only knew how broken Tulippaw would become if anything ever happened to Swiftcloud. Luckily, Swiftcloud had no plans on dying any time soon. She was healthy again, and strong. She was determined to prove that to the brown and white she-cat. To give her the reassurance she needed.

"Alright, 'Paws, let's head out," Chicorynose meowed as she padded over to the apprentices. She turned, noticing the other she-cat besides the group. "Oh Swiftcloud! Are you tagging along?"

"I was actually planning on taking the apprentices myself today," she mewed in response. It has been a while since she had gotten to train Tulippaw. And she hadn't gotten the chance to assess Tabitha's skills just yet.

"Oh really? Where were you planning to go?"

"The Dip," Swiftcloud explained her idea for the day. She was willing to go into greater detail, if it meant she could convince Chicorynose to let her have the apprentices.

"What a coincidence! That's where I had planned to take them. How about we all go together then?" Chicorynose proposed. Swiftcloud thought about it for a heartbeat, agreeing to the plan rather quickly. It had been some moons since she'd been out training with her own mentor. And though she had graduated from her apprentice training, she still appreciated any lessons Chicorynose would still give. Tulippaw and Tabitha seemed excited by the plan, racing over to the bramble tunnel ahead of the warriors. Swiftcloud and Chicorynose chased after them, rushing to keep up as they made their way across the meadow. The wind grew more bitter as they hurried along, making Swiftcloud pray for the fresh warmth of Newleaf to grace the Land's Star sooner rather than later.

Eventually, the Dip came into their line of sight. It welcomed the Grassclan cats to its sandy center as they made their way down it's steep slopes. The walls of The Dip provided some shelter from the wind as the four mollies settled within the heart of it. Swiftcloud was grateful for the protection and knew she'd feel warmer just as soon as they would begin training.

"You're in charge today, Swiftcloud. Let's see what kind of training regimen you've got set up for these two hyperactive apprentices," Chicorynose commented.

Swiftcloud nodded, looking at each young cat in turn. She thought for a moment about the best course of action before speaking; "Tulippaw, you and Chicorynose will spar first. Afterwards, I'll be assessing Tabitha's skills. Then the two of you will practice some advanced techniques together, while Chicorynose and I train."

"Awesome!!" Tulippaw perked up at the chance to show off her skills. Tabitha and Swiftcloud shuffled off to the sidelines, keeping away from all the action that was about to unfold. Swiftcloud watched Chicorynose pad across the ditch, turning tail to face her opponent. Tulippaw stepped close to the center, eyes narrowed to focus on the other cat in front of her.

"Alright, Tulip, give me everything you've got." The deputy challenged.

Instantly Tulippaw dropped into a crouch, flexing her claws in excitement. Chicorynose mirrored her stance, stalking the apprentice around the base of The Dip, ready to pounce or defend at any given moment. Tulippaw watched her aunt carefully, eyeing her legs specifically. Chicorynose took notice and dropped down to protect herself, probably thinking she'd already bested the warrior in training.

Be careful of your line of sight; never give away your target with your glance, Swiftcloud was prepared to say, waiting for the apprentice to try and sweep her faux enemy's feet from under her.

But the attack never came. Instead, Tulippaw leaped without warning, springing onto Chicorynose's back. She scraped her paws against the older molly's flanks with sheathed claws, yowling out a battle cry. She'd managed to throw Chicorynose off her guard.

Well done.

Chicorynose fought to get Tulippaw off her back, gaining the upper paw for half a heartbeat when Tulippaw willing let her go. But as the brown and white molly's front paws touched the ground, she turned, kicking her back legs out. This pushed Chicorynose forward, knocking off her balance. She struggled to keep herself from toppling, widening her stance to catch herself. Tulippaw turned once more to smirk.

"Not bad," Chicorynose praised. Without another word she surged forward, swiping at Tulippaw's face. She changed paws every few heartbeats in an attempt to distract the apprentice. Tulippaw did her best to dodge the blows, getting hit once or twice. Though she managed to maneuver or block most of them. But Swiftcloud knew Chicorynose didn't really care whether Tulippaw took damage from her attack. What she was really after was backing her opponent into a corner. It was a technique Swiftcloud knew well, having been subjected to it often during her own apprentice training.

Tulippaw took a pace away each time Chicorynose swiped. Eventually, she ended up with her rear pinned again The Dip's wall. Chicorynose took this oppurtunity to pounce, slamming her body into Tulippaw's. Tulippaw hit the wall with a thud, sliding against it as she collapsed on the floor. She wasn't injured-Chicorynose would never have hit Tulippaw that hard-but the impact was enough to throw her off her paws. The deputy then set herself upon the younger she-cat, effectively pinning her. After struggling to get out of her aunt's grip, Tulippaw finally went limp in defeat.

"Great try," Swiftcloud purred as Chicorynose let Tulippaw sit up. She padded over to her apprentice, nubby tail held high. "Yknow you almost had her for a heartbeat. But you weren't paying much attention to your surroundings. A Grassclan warrior must always be aware of what's going on around them, from the ground to the sky. Many predators and cats will try to take advantage of you by attacking from unexpected directions. Or by tricking you into a spot you can't escape from. You have to always be guarded, and clever. Other than that, your blows hit hard, which is good, and your fighting stance is almost flawless. I'm very proud of your progress. You're going to be great tomorrow."

Tulippaw beamed, her glee as bright as the Greenleaf sun. She stood to shake some dust from her pelt, then gave a little bounce.

"Do you think I'll make a good warrior someday?" She asked hopefully.

"'Good?' No." Swiftcloud smirked. "I bet you're going to be one of the greatest warriors Grassclan's ever known. With enough training you'll end up being the best Fighter. If that's the job you choose to have. And you're already a very good hunter!"

Tulippaw giggled, giving her mentor a lick on the shoulder respectfully.

Swiftcloud turned. "Alright, Tabitha, it's your turn now. Let's see what Chicorynose has taught you recently."

"Really?" Tabitha seemed unsure. "But I thought I didn't have to fight in the battle tomorrow?"

"Of course you don't. But it's always good to test your skills. Even without your claws, you need to know how to defend yourself. If not for anyone else's sake, then for the kits and queens."

"For the kits and queens... Alright, I'll give it a try." Tabitha padded to the middle of The Dip, trading places with Tulippaw. She didn't seem nervous, despite previous hesitation. But she certainly seemed uncomfortable. Tulippaw wrapped her tail around Tabitha's briefly, giving it a reassuring shake before she moved to settle at the edge of The Dip besides Chicorynose.

Chicorynose lifted a forepaw to wrap around the apprentice's neck, pulling her close to her fluffy chest. With her free paw, she rubbed her niece's head playfully, earning yowls of protest as the young cat struggled to get away.

Swiftcloud chuckled seeing the two of them play, directing her attention back onto Tabitha soon after. She decided she would be taking it easy on the pregnant apprentice. But not enough to where she would be unable to learn. And certainly not to a point where Tulippaw may assume the queen was being coddled.

"Ready?" Swiftcloud checked as she watched the plump queen drop into a fighting stance.

Tabitha nodded curtly. "Whenever you are."

Swiftcloud dashed off from her spot immediately as the challenge began, running around Tabitha, trying to use her weight against her. Her growing belly made her slow, which granted Swiftcloud a bit of an advantage. Tabitha swung around to keep up, kicking out a back leg in order to defend herself. She managed to land a hit, shoving Swiftcloud away by a mouse-length. Then she turned like a snake, baring her fangs as if to warn her enemy of her sharp bite.

Swiftcloud rushed ahead without hesitation, throwing a front paw blow at the plump brown and white tabby. Tabitha caught Swiftcloud's paw in her mouth, biting down on it and pulling her second mentor closer to herself. Swiftcloud let out an astonished shriek, finding herself crushed beneath Tabitha's weight as she was pulled closer to her body. Swiftcloud swung wildly beneath the apprentice, hitting her with her paws in a mock scratch. Tabitha's heft pressed her opponent harder against the earth, her teeth fastening themselves into Swiftcloud's scruff. When the warrior had tired herself out, the training queen pulled her out from under herself, throwing the patched molly across The Dip with little effort. Swiftcloud narrowly avoided hitting the opposite wall, skidding to a half just a whisker-length in front of it. She smirked over at Tabitha, panting to catch her breath.

"You're a fast learner," she remarked, recalling how little time the apprentice queen had been part of the clan.

Tabitha lifted her head proudly. "With two of the clan's best warriors as my mentors, it's easy for me to learn."

"I think that's enough sparring for you two today," Chicorynose meowed, stepping forward. "Why don't you go practice some moves with Tulippaw now, Tabitha? I think my old apprentice may need a refresher course in the meantime."

Swiftcloud perked at the deputy's comment, an excited smile blooming on her muzzle. She did feel a little embarrassed, being beaten by a cat who'd only been training for a moon. She was more than happy to take on another lesson by her beloved mother figure. "Yeah!"

Tabitha and Chicorynose traded off, ready to face their new opponents without apprehension. Swiftcloud immediately dropped into a stance, bracing herself for whatever the deputy may throw at her.

The four mollies trained until the sun began to dip towards the horizon. Their bodies ached from a successful day of working by the time they climbed from the confines of the Dip. Swiftcloud was confident that the group was prepared for what tomorrow's battle may bring. But for the time being, all she would let herself focus on was getting home and resting. Worrying about the war's end could wait for her until sunrise.

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moonstone210 · 4 years

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One Rainy Morning

The pitter-pattering on the window alerted Spinel that it was raining again as she walked out of her room. She walked over to the window, watching the raindrops stream down the glass. Seeing the pale gray clouds, she was reassured that this was no storm, just a simple rain-fall.

"Spin! Spin!"

A voice squeaked out. She turned around, a small shape scampering over to her and hugging her leg. Only a bit startled, she almost backed away before she relaxed and smiled, "Oh little Stevie, you nearly scared me half to death."

The two-year-old looked up at her, "Sorry!"

Spinel ruffled his hair, "It's alright. What 'cha up to, my love?"

"Can we go outside?" Steven asked, giving her the cutest puppy eyes she'd ever seen, "Pleeeeeeaaaase?"

Spinel blinked and her smile turned softer, "Why, of course. Just get your little raincoat and boots on first." She lightly booped him on the nose as she added, "We don't want you catching a cold, now do we?"

Steven shook his head and ran to his bedroom, giggling excitedly. Joy seemed to burst out of her gem. Oh, what did she do to deserve Steven?

After a few minutes, she heard Steven shuffle behind the door, before it opened on its own. Spinel was perplexed for a moment, but then Steven jumped out and posed dramatically, wearing a yellow raincoat and boots.

"Ta-da!" He declared.

Spinel stared at him before she laughed and clapped her hands, "You look adorable!"

Steven pouted, "Nuh! I'm tough and strong, just like you and the Gems!"

The pink jester's eyes widened, but was deeply touched by his words, "Oh Stevie..." She stretched her arms, curling them around the toddler and pulled him close to her chest, kissing his forehead.

He chuckled, "S-Stop!"

"Not until you admit that I'm the best Gem on the team," She teased, starting to hug him tighter and kissed his forehead, making him laugh hysterically.

"Best Gem, you say?"

Spinel and Steven froze, turning to the warp pad where Garnet was standing. Even though Garnet had her arms crossed, Spinel sensed a hint of playfulness in her tone.

"W-Well," She stammered, "Second best Gem is good enough."

"Can we go outside already?" Steven asked the other gem.

"Only if you don't stay out for too long," Garnet replied.

Spinel shook her head, "We won't. Come on, kid!" She ran to the door, swinging it open. They were immediately met with the pelting raindrops, Spinel being quick enough to close the door and she loosened her grip on Steven to place him down.

Steven rushed down the steps of the balcony. When he stepped foot on the sand, a pink boot stretched down beside him, and Spinel retracted her body so she was standing beside the toddler.

"Oh Steven! Don't tell me you're gonna leave your best friend Spinel behind!" She said playfully, her pigtails already drenched and drooped down.

However, Steven looked hurt, "N-No! I don't wanna leave you behind! Never, never, never!"

Spinel's heart almost melted. She ignored the rain, crouching down and lifted little Steven's chin up, "It's alright, baby. I know you'll never leave."

Steven gave her a hug, which she reciprocated... until Steven pulled away, "So, what do you wanna play?"

Spinel put a finger to her cheek, "Maybe... Tag?"

A hand tapped her gem, "You're it!" Steven squealed as he started running down the beach. Grinning, Spinel followed after him. The rain continued to pour, if not harder, onto the two of them, but they barely cared. The skies over Beach City was now completely enveloped in gray clouds, seeming to stretch for miles.

As they ran up the hill of the temple, Steven turned around, wondering if Spinel had caught up to him. But he didn't see her. Panic grew in his head, the pounding rain now getting louder and louder. He froze in place, soaked from head to toe in water.

"Spinel!" He called out, trembling, "Where are you?!"

Arms coiled around him tightly, surprising but comforting Steven as Spinel retracted her arms and pulled him close to her chest as she ran to the small house.

"I-I'm sorry Steven!" She had to yell over the pelting water, "I lost sight of you!"

Steven only snuggled closer, feeling his... guardian's smooth gem.

They barged into the house, gasping for air and drenched. Spinel slammed the door and locked it behind her. Pearl already sitting on the couch, waiting for their arrival. As she eyed them, Spinel gave her a nervous smile.

"G-Guess our parade got rained on," She chuckled, with Steven echoing her laughter.

Pearl scowled at the joke, "Go dry yourselves up, I don't want Steven getting sick again for your carelessness!"

Spinel frowned, "We were just getting to that..." She led Steven to the bathroom, removing his coat and drying his hair out with a towel.

Steven stared her with wide eyes, "Did we do something wrong?"

Spinel looked down, but shook her head, "No. Pearl's just... She..." She scoffed lightly, "She's just worried about you as I am. She loves you too. Pearl will learn about fun, she'll see."

#crystal gem spinel #mama spinel #steven universe au #spinel #steven universe #garnet #pearl #rain #pearl is salty #spinel au

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Ghost Part 3

Chogan had been at sea with Zane, for now, a day, and watched over her, thumbing over a necklace. He finally asked her about it, "You keep thumbing over that necklace, does it mean something?"

She still masked as a Tauren looks over to Chogan and then down at the necklace, sadness welled up in her eyes, "Yes....my...lover gave it to me."

Chogan cants his head to the side, "You say that with sadness, are they dead?"

She rubbed the chess piece and ring around in her hands and looks up and shakes her head, "No he is not dead...but it is complicated...."

Chogan, the youthful Tauren seemed confused by her words, shaking his head, "Love is never complicated, my mother and father said...how is it complicated?"

Zane looks or the porthole of the ship and says, "This war...Alliance versus Horde....he is a human, and me a Sin'Dorei....we both have obligations, even if I would love to run from it all....and now with being hunted, the person hunting me will kill him and my sister just to hurt me....so yeah it is complicated...I am running to save them...."

Chogan adjusts his sitting position, "This does not sound so complicated, you are strong, the tales of you say this....you cannot stop this thing that hunts you?"

Zane shakes her head, "It is a lot more complicated then just the story I tell....the man that is hunting me....he is yes just one man, but he is powerful and knows several people, one man sure I could take on, but an army...no.I rather me be alone, and the ones I love be safe and protected and happy....that makes me happy...."

Chogan sighs, her story sounded sad, it sounds lonely, he twist his bow in his hand trying to figure out how to say it and then just spoke of the story of his parents, "During the great fall, when Deathwing ripped our world apart, my clan was separated, you were helping half of the people with my father, this was away from my mother and me, but my father never stop looking for us, and we never stop looking for him, and we had many hurdles, where yes it sometimes seems easier to give up then stay looking. But we never stop fighting for what we wanted. We wanted a family, and we fought for this." Zane tried to stop him and he kept going on with such a muster, "My father see much evil in this world, he told me then the world fell apart, some did put difference aside but most still saw two sides, and now he said the world screaming and bleeding and we still cannot see past these bad words Alliance and Horde, he said at end of day we are people, there is no side, we are neutral and we get issue from both sides, but that never stop us from fighting for family....so if these people..." he stands up from the crates he sat on and gave his chest a pelt, "worth fighting for you, stand and fight, you should not run and hide, because the issue no go away, they still be here even if you hide from them. They stand more a chance with you then without."

Zane was speechless. She just blinked at the Tauren, he swatted towards her as she said nothing and went outside the hull to the deck. Zane left there thinking again and again of her sister, and Jon. Wherever the two were she thought of them in the moment.

All the while Norae'thas stood at the foot of the cliffs he fell at, looking at the water Zane had to of fallen into and ahead towards the Barrens, and growls, "Where did you go little ghost...." he thought of the past, them together once more.

They stood in Silvermoon City, near the marketplace in one of the several inns, Zane hair braided back and sitting around a collection of vials and bowls of water, he had spent the better part of her setting up flicking water at her and she swatting scrolls at him bickering at him to stop, she finally ranted out, "Stop it Norae'thas I am serious this time! I am onto something huge! That could change the school of frost magic and we could be the ones that found it...."

She would have been the one that found it, he admired she wanted to credit him, he nodded off, "Well it is your research, not mine, but flattered you would include me, okay, I shall stop, what is it you want to show me today?"

Zane nods and points to the water and then to him, "What if you recall this from water? Sort of like a vision of sorts?"

He looked at the pool of water and then at Zane, "And how would you do that exactly? Sounds ambitious...."

Zane nodded her head several times, and cupped her hands around one of the bowls of water, "Very....but started to think of how the magic works, think of a fossil or a track, something imprints or in case of a fossil dies and leaves an imprint of itself on the ground, anyone can come up and see the paw print or the body in the ground, but that is just visual, as seeing this bowl or bottle, that is one dimension of seeing, but what if...you could see the story of the object...throught the means of magic? When as frost mage uses frost magic, they understand frost magic as a whole, when a fire mage uses fire magic they understand fire magic as a whole, they don't go and respect the other elements, so to see a imprint of something in for example the ground, you should have to use a school of magic to show the imprint, but have to understand the magic that allow it to exist....so a fossil was once life or nature, and now lies in the ground, so earth, everything...all magics are in unison and we have to respect them as entities almost...."

Norae'thas yawns, "This all sounds very shamanistic Zaneryne, but okay, how would it recall a memory?" And what if you do not understand each school of magic?"

She rambled a bit, "Well if you wish to be a mage you should honestly learn all magics to be the best mage....but yes, the how....well....um...." she turns and grabs what looked by the bag a dusty bag of dirt for sure, and poured some of the loose dirt into the bowl, "I will show you, will imprint my hand in the dirt and then replay the memory of that....you see...nothing doesnt expel no kind of energy or magic, when a fossil became a fossil, they died, something ended a life, so nature expelled into the ground allow the imprint, when a mage throws a fire ball to hit something but misses, the fireball was not intended to hit the tree or the ground, there was a story in that spell, and we are all connected to Azeroth everything we do leaves an imprint...." she went on with her poetic connections to Azeroth and the schools of magic, she spoke of Nature's balance, the shamantistic look and then schools of magic, how she had all the time to research this all was beyond his comprehension. He just noticed she went on and on about how she was about to imprint this memory and play it back, he yawned at how boring it was about to be to see this explanation twice, as she set her hand in the bowl, printing herself to the earth and water, she started to imprint her memory. He changed her originally planned memory by stepping closer to her.

She nervously looked up and said, "What are you doing Norae'thas? Do not mess with my experiment ok...."

He curls his index finger under her chin and pushes her to look up at him, she bewildered, as he leans in and kisses her quite softly on the lips, like pure electricity that it went through her body feeling the first kiss between them. She slowly peeled her fingers from the dirt to rest the wet hand on her lips as she pulled away, and held her bottom lip, blushing wildly. Norae'thas chuckled, "That must be a much better memory then whatever boring one you were about to create."

Zane blushed beet red and just swatted him, "Don't just kiss me to make a better show or memory! Tha....that was not for real?"

Norae'thas tilts his head to the side, "The kiss? No that was very real...." he boops her nose, "Now show me the memory magic so I can ravish you further Zaneryne...."

She goes silent, only to blush further and turns, stuttering a bit, "I...I am not sure we will be doing anything like that here...t.his is public area...." She swallows hard and hovers her hand over the muddy water bowl, "I will now cast pure frost energy into the bowl, fill the cracks, the details of the handprint and make the memory come to be....sort of command it to tell me....if that makes sense...." she rested her fingers into the bowl and started to channel frost magic into the bowl. The ice crawled fitting each inch of the bowl, the dirt, in the very water an image, an illusion cast in the bowl, show the first kiss again, replaying for the two of them.

Norae'thas was instantly aroused by this, this woman was discovering a new school of magic, and they would both be credited for his, he pressed his body to hers, wrapping his arms around her, "You will have to show me how you did that....."

Norae'thas now stood at the waters that Zane had fallen into, and follows the path, stopping at what looked like an old blood stain, he knelt near it, "You should have never shown me how to do that...." he dabs his fingers in the blood, his grin twisted in satisfaction to taste her blood again, and used his gloves to rip up the ground and grass stained with her blood, to toss into the waters. He hunches over and dips both hands into the water, expelling a large around of fel magic into the waters, he unlike Zane did not respect the other elements at play, he used the foulest of magic and forced the elements to respect him and give him what he wanted. He twisted the very research Zane did all those years ago. The water rippled violently staining a black and purple, before the lime green traces of the memory he needed to see, appeared. Zane in the water, blood escaping her nose and mouth, a torrent of bubbles, and her fighting to swim to the surface, his head followed watching the elf come to the shore and just sleep. He turns his head to the left, seeing the canoe, a Tauren coming and picking up Zane and taking her off into the Barrens. He removed his hands from the water and stood up, "Only so many cities in the Barrens....guess that is my start...." He walks into the Barrens to begin his hunt.

Chogan eventually returns to the hull and sees Zane was asleep, cradling, her lips pursed against the ring and chess piece that Jon gave her, kissing it several times in her sleep. Chogan sighed and tapped his hoof to her, "Hey, we are here."

Zane shifted in her sleep and looks at Chogan and starts to stand up and nods to him, "Before we part ways lets convene in the tavern, want to talk to you about things and help get you there faster, the best way I can."

Chogan nods agreeing to her. The went and met at the Salty Sailor.

Chogan and her taking a seat as two Taurens, goblins bringing a cup of mead and some bread and honey, they were near starved given the goblins did not feed them properly, Chogan ripping the bread in half, dipping to the honey he takes to smashing the gluten right into his snout, snorting and grunting as he gobbled it up, Zane pulling out her map, "I will use the last bit of my coin to buy you a Wyvern to the Plaguelands, closest I can get you, then you just need to go up here to enter Sin'Dorei lands." she moved her finger on the map, all the way up to Silvermoon City. She reached into her bag, and handed him a red feather, "You will need this to get into the court, pin it onto you, allows your passage into the mage court that she is with, the feather is our family crest, only those trusted by our family wears them...her name is Zainstra Dawnsky. Tell her a Ghost sent you. She will know what it means."

Chogan nods absorbing all the information. "What message would you like me to tell her?"

Zane thinks on it for a moment and then looks up at Chogan, "Just say this to her...the light of the dawn even shows in the grimmest of skies...." She leans back, it was the code that they came up with in case they were ever found out about. Zainstra knew to head to Stormwind in those times. That was all he needed to say.

Chogan nods, "Got it, where will you go?"

Zane shook her head, "I am heading north." She took her bread with her, downing the mead, "Lets head upstairs and get you a Wyvern." The two taurens truck it upstairs, their hooves making the old floorboards creek some kind of fierce, as they got up to the orc selling flights with the wyverns, the orc snorts, "Passage for ya both or just one of ya?"

Zane points to Chogan, "Just him. He needs passage to the Plaguelands." She hands out a bag of coin, big enough for the Orc to not ask questions. The orc takes the coin and looks inside and nods his head.

The Orc goes to get a large enough wyvern to hold Chogan. Zane nods to Chogan, "Safe travels with you."

Chogan nods to Zane, "As to you, and remember the fight for these people. They seem worth it."

Zane had nothing to say to that, she just turned and walked herself into the tavern to head out, when no eyes were on her she shifted her appearance again, becoming a plate wearing gnome adventurer with a large sword on her back, nipping off pieces of the bread into her mouth, she cackled insanely through her goggles, no one ever questioning it. She moved through all of Stranglethorn Vale to get up into Duskwood, her destination.

Norae'thas had gone to damn near every city in the Barrens before he finally got to Ratchet, this had to be where they went, just had to be, he started with the inn, walking in letting out a deep breath as he went to the inn, "Did a Tauren and Sin'Dorei female come through here? She was injured, can't imagine she or he could go that far...."

Takoda and his wife sitting in the inn waited for whoever was coming for her to show up and saw it be alone Sin'Dorei hunter. They stayed quiet, Takoda smoking on his pipe and his wife just sitting next to him, they said nothing. The innkeeper shook his head, "No, no one of the sorts came through here...."

Norae'thas grinds his teeth, he knew he was being lied too, and he hated it. He sucks on his teeth and turns his back, "I really do not have time for your lies sir, so....let me...." turns back around, "Pretend that did not happen, and let me ask again, did a Tauren and Sin'Dorei female come through here?"

The tavern owner shook his head, and leaned against the counter, snorting hot air onto the elf, "As I said....no."

Norae'thas grabs the orc by his back ponytail and slams his head onto the counter very abruptly, just one good time, and releases, the orc slams his head onto the counter and falls to his knees, and snarls loudly, "Get out of my tavern now!!!!"

Norae'thas shook his head, "I do not think I will be leaving...."

Takoda stood up smoking on his pipe, "Now-now-now, we do not need any of this violence, we are all just people enjoying our evenings, we came to the tavern to get away from all this violence or day to day stuff.... let's calm down."

There was always someone to diffuse the situation. Norae'thas turns and looks at the older Tauren and then at his wife and then back to Takoda, "Then you best tell the tavern keeper here to tell me my information and stop lying and then I will be on my way...."

Takoda sighs and says coldly to the elf, "You heard the orc yes? Your ears be bigger than ours, know you can hear better than you let up, he said no one came through here matching that description, so say your apologies and do as the owner says, get out of here."

Norae'thas knew they were lying, and he would get his answers some way, glaring at Takoda, his hand reached out behind him, as he stares at the cow said softly, as ice formed in his hand, "I must apologize to you dear orc....for ending your life!!!!" the ice shot from his hand, a shard as it struck the orc in his chest, impaling him to the wall.

The few patrons that were in the tavern that was not the Taurens gasped and cried in panic. Takoda stared down the elf and nods, "That was not necessary...."

Norae'thas laughs evilly, "Was very necessary, and before you ask why....the reaction, you did not shake, or wince or cry or gasp...nor did the female there....meaning you expected this behavior out of me....meaning you know exactly what I am asking about...." he throws a chair behind him across the room, "Now you can tell me what I seek and no one else will get hurt....."

Takoda and his wife did not seem to budge for him. Norae'thas glaring at them, "You must really hate the people in here...." he turned and drew daggers from sheaths, and walked towards the people in the tavern, they never expected him to do it, to just kill innocents for no reason, but they were wrong, people ran from him, backing into the corner of the tavern, screaming that the taurens knew something, but knew nothing more, they screamed for them to talk, giving Norae'thas all he needed to know they were involved. But did not stop him from snatching the hair up of a single human female, dragging her out the cornered pile up and drag her out in a display, "Now....you willing to talk? They claim you know something...."

Takoda's wife twisting her hands as if she was grinding pepper on his shoulder, wanting him to end this madness. Takoda watched the mad man act, "I will not talk to the likes of you, you use fear as a weapon....and that is not something I fight with!" The old Taurens stands up, holding his cane into the ground, "You unhand that woman now....she is not about this....."

Norae'thas glares at the angered old cow and twist the roots of the woman he held in place, she crying, begging for her life, her hair twisting and ripping from its roots, "Pleeeease let me go!!!!"

Takoda took the cane in both his hands, "Unhand her! Your fight is with me now!"

Norae'thas snickered, "Can you still move these days old man..." He tossed the human to the ground, "Fine you kill me and you and everyone in here are safe from me, but if I take you down, and I will.....you will talk and tell me everything or I will kill everyone in here in your honor...."

Takoda had enough of this elf, he pulled the cane from his left hand the bark of the cane splitting apart, roots and new leaves coming from it, shooting out an entanglement of roots, grasping and constricting the elf where he stood. Norae'thas did not expect it at all, figured the tauren was just old, maybe a warrior, did not expect a druid in the slightest, he was confined to his location, the Tauren leaped towards Norae'thas shifting into an impressive sized bear, tackling onto his body, pinned under him the teeth of the bear snarled down at him, drooling plopping on his forehead as he said, "Leave here with your life now!!! You will not harm these people!" His thorns and vines still ever twisting and cutting into Norae'thas.

Norae'thas tried to defy and break free, but the roots still kept him in place, his Tauren had him planted, seemed no way out, the roots weaving, further and further him onto the ground, he tried to scream to be released, but the roots wrapped around his head and across his mouth muting him. His hands planted to the ground, glimmers of green and purple came out each hand, portals ripping up from the ground, as out of the ground came two felhounds, both jumping onto the bear. The two felhounds on the back of the bear bite and rend their claws into his backside.

The Tauren staggers himself off Norae'thas as he tried to swing these pesky beasts off of him. Swung around quickly to fling one into the wall, disbursing into the very energy that brought him into the world, the second still on his back nipping and clawing at his fur. All the while Norae'thas started to sit up, tearing some of the vines off his body, his left hand free, tearing the gag over his mouth as he worked on the right side of his body. All the while the female Tauren watched no more, she acted out, she chanted out a shamanistic word, and a totem erupted from the ground, thunderous earth callings emitted from the totem, it made everyone in the room heavier than they naturally were, moved slower. Norae'thas stuck again, all the while the bear heave the felhound onto the ground and used his muzzle to bite the thing into a cloud of purple and black, gone. The Tauren stayed in bear form and snarled again, "As I said! You will leave here with your life!"

The earth totem held him on the ground, he could not move, he felt truly defeated, thinking back to the academy, with Zane, trying to remember her lessons. He in a bed with Zane, the two bodies nude, his fingers walked up against her bare thigh, all the way up to her shoulder, where he kissed her neck. They had recently entwined together as lovers do, she was cuddled against him reading one of her many books, seemed this was her life work. He reached over trying to mess up where she was reading. She swatted his finger away, "Stop it, Nora!"

He kissed and playfully nibbled on her neck, "Or what?" started tickling her mercilessly. She giggling and swatting trying to defend herself, only to be pinned under him, he holding her hands above him, "Now you are stuck!" He looked down at her nude body, and aroused different attention him as he ever grew, "And I like it...."

She felt him hardened among her body and sighs, "Nora we have spent all morning doing that, things are sore and need rest....besides, I think I am onto something, how to truly explain and describe what is happening when I command the elements...."

He keeps one of his hands to hers, releases one so she can move freely, his free hand caressed her neck, sliding down to cup her breast, "I cannot help it, your brain is so sexy....but please explain what you found, I will try to not ravish you." plucking his hand free from her breast and goes to place his hands on her face.

Zaneryne spoke, "Everything is in balance with everything, when a shaman uses an earthbind totem, it ripples a thunderous roar of the earth, shifting and moving things, the debris it causes is an unsettlement of air, allowing a shaman to cast a lightning bolt....that unsettlement is a glimmer of chaos, the meet in the middle as two elements and a thin line between them is chaos....which practically defines what all warlock magic is, pure chaos, so you could pull between those energies and create your chaos bolt must faster!" She looks up at him with a smile.

He listened and could not help himself, slipped his hands between his legs, guiding his girth back into her. All the while in reality he was bound by roots, a earthbind totem weighing him down, in his head played the lovemaking of the two, as he reached between the battling elements and allowed the pure chaos that was there wrap around his fingers, the glow of green and black built up and up before he hurled a chaos bolt through the room, striking the totem and the shaman that created it. The female Tauren threw across the room and hit the wall, falling to the ground, knocked out.

Takoda turned to see his wife thrown about so easily, he started to growl, as the elf tore his roots free from his body, and Norae'thas just said, "Tell me what I want to know and I will leave here with your wife still alive!"

Takoda did not want to sell her out or his son, he was not going to talk, but he was prepared to defend everyone still. He stood his ground, "I will not give you what you want!"

Norae'thas grunts, "Very well, you all will leave out of here in pieces....." he traces his hands up in the air, summoning a portal on the ceiling, hellish like bats rained out the portal striking down, biting and causing hell of Azeroth in that one tight confined room, everyone in there except the taurens screamed in horror, running, doing anything to get away from the bats. It was pure mayhem! His maniacal laughter only kept the portal open longer as an army of imps poured into the tavern, what bats weren't biting the imps where, countless imps filled the room, attacking the innocent people, crawling all over the bear and the knocked out tauren, biting, nipping, pulling and tugging, an innocent in the background, the human, screamed as an imp used a fork from the tavern to stab her in the eye repeatedly.

Takoda, had his share of imps pulling at his fur, biting him, scratching at his good eye, he threw his arms up, standing on two feet for a split moment as a bear, the fur shedding and replacing with feathers as he stood as an owlkin, striking down a beam of blinding Moonfire, eradicating a quarter of the imps. While the Tauren dealt with the imps, he could not stop fast enough as a bolt of chaos struck him in his chest, launching him across the room, tumbling through a pile of chairs and tables before crashing to a stop. Norae'thas walked towards the Tauren and ordered the imps to tear the people in the corner apart, they did just that.

The old tauren as an owlkin still, was like a flipped over turtle, stuck, he looked at the shadow of the elf as he lowered down to him, Norae'thas nodded, "You fought well cow...." He stabbed his dagger carefully, almost surgically into his side, through ribs, to tap the tip onto his heart, the Tauren wheezed in pain as he shifted back into a tauren and looked at the elf, pleading for his life now, twisting the dagger in a manner that if he moved any sort of wrong way it would strike his heart, "Now....that your stuck....you will give me what I want, any move you make, the tip of this dagger will strike your heart and kill you....now tell me what I want to know, I can make you."

Takoda spits on the elf, he was not going to talk. Norae'thas wiped the spit off and nods, "Hard way it is...." He stood up and walked towards the knocked out female Tauren, "Someone great once told me....that if you want to call yourself a master in anything you need to learn everything....now I was not very much like her, and did not learn every school of magic, who has that kind of time.....but I did learn enough of the magicks I needed to be the level of asshole I am....warlock is my Mastercraft, then we have some frost magic because well she was a frost mage and then....shadow magic....now you know why shadow magic is so important here?" He kneels next to the knocked out woman.

Takoda pants a few times, he did not honestly know, he gave no answer. Norae'thas answered for him, "Because I am about to rape the mind of your wife and make her tell me what I want to know...."

Takoda tried to struggle, but felt the prick of that dagger against his heart and stopped, growling, huffing and puffing, begging him to leave his wife alone. Norae'thas did not listen, he in front of the Tauren, placed his hand onto her head, between her horns, and channeled shadow magic into her skull, taking control of her mind, he could not see what she saw, but he did take control of her mind, he softly said, "Tell me about the Sin'Dorei woman that was here...."

The female Tauren seemed to be fighting with herself but could not stop her mouth from talking, "Grimsky was here...a hero among our people, my son...Cho...Cho...." she tried to not say his name, biting down on her bottom lip, causing it to bleed, the magic too strong for her to resist, "Chogan....found her near the Barrens, where Ashenvale touches the Barrens, brought her here...she was injured, bleeding, hurt, looked like she was attacked. We mended her, myself and Takoda, we used shaman and druid magic mostly but also apothecary potions. She healed nicely....she left on the boat, to Stranglethorn Vale...."

Norae'thas smirks, "Good good, where is she headed did she say?"

The Tauren still fought hard but could not resist the mind control, "No...she did not say, just that she needed to be on that side of the world....she traveled with my son Chogan, disguised as a Tauren female to not be tracked so easily...."

Norae'thas got the information he needed, he opened his mouth, forcing the tauren to look at him, "look at me!"

The Tauren looked at him, his eyes hollowed, face turned white as a ghost as he shrieked, only something she heard, the horrific mind scream, she started to thrashed about as she went through every moment of fear in her life again, beating her skull into things to get it out of her head. Norae'thas stood up not caring the woman was in pain, he turned towards Takoda who was screaming at him to make it stop, the woman pounded her head into the wall until she stops moving, unclear if she was dead or just knocked out. Norae'thas knelt down and sneered at the cow, "This could have been avoided if you just gave me what I wanted!" Before Takoda could say anything, Norae'thas pushed his dagger into his heart.

Takoda's good eye went wide, the pupil pulsing before he relaxed finally. Norae'thas pulled his dagger out, cleaning off the blood onto the dead Tauren's tunic and stood up, and looked at the army of imps who were picking apart the people in the corner, and waved them off, "Go ahead dance in there carcasses, have fun...." cracking his neck side to side he stepped out the tavern massacre and walked towards the dock, very poshly saying, "Now where were we...."

He gives an eerie hum and thinks back on those heated moments of sex with Zaneryne.

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