#like she's sneezed and her legs are a tail again
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For the Mermaid au: could you do one where they are cuddling and kissing and being soft. pretty please
Thena's eyes fluttered, feeling lips on her skin. And that could only mean one thing; she smiled, her fangs poking her bottom lip as Gil peppered kisses around her cheeks. She purred gently, feeling like she had gone into a hibernation she was so sated.
Gil's kisses moved from her cheeks to her jaw to down to her neck.
Her eyes split open as his tongue traced over her gills.
"Thena!" he laughed as she flailed, trying to sit up in the bed only to realise her tail wasn't split, instead hanging off the end of the bed with her fins completely out. "Hey, it's okay!"
Thena leaned on her elbows, still feeling caught off-guard and maybe a little embarrassed for falling asleep and apparently letting go of herself completely. She blushed as Gil gave her a particularly amused smile beside her, "morning."
Gil leaned down, kissing her lips more properly this time. He pulled her into his lap, helping her situate her tail under the ruffled blankets. "Morning."
Thena clung to the bed sheet, her tail wiggling just at the tip. "I, um, we-"
Gil kissed her again, which she had no complaints about, surely. He was more affectionate than usual this morning. "Do you feel okay?"
After they had finally completed the act of mating, he meant. Thena nodded, the warmth in her cheeks not dimming any. She did feel a little embarrassed - mostly about the tail thing - but mostly it seemed her body insisted on running at a higher temperature in its elation.
"Good," Gil remarked lightly, looking her over for signs of a truer answer she might not have the words for at the moment. His finger tapped against her shoulder before tracing down her back to the small dorsal spines at the base of her back around her scales.
Thena shivered slightly.
"Does anything hurt?"
"Why would it hurt?" she was asking genuinely. Were human females not meant to mate under certain circumstances?
Gil kissed her cheek, still running his hands over her lightly. "Sometimes it can hurt a little the first time you do something new and...strenuous. But I guess you wouldn't have to worry about that as much."
Thena nodded again, still trying to wrap her head around it all. She looked down at her tail, still sticking out of the blanket and practically laughing at her lack of energy.
"Thena?"
She tucked her head under his chin, although with him looking down at her the space was tight. She wiggled for him to let her in. She lifted her tail, taking up most of the bed and rustling his bed sheets, "sorry."
"About what?" he laughed faintly, telling her that he knew what she was apologising for--the question was rhetorical. "I don't mind."
Thena made an unhappier sound in the back of her throat. After mastering the art of splitting her tail at a moment's notice, she hadn't anticipated losing control of it like this.
Gil moved one of his hands and ran it down the cool of her scales, pale and shimmering as a pearl. "It's a beautiful tail."
Thena's face burned hotter than she had experienced before.
"Have I never told you that?" he was asking genuinely, clueless to how weighty a statement saying something like that was.
Thena squirmed as he kissed the tip of her ear, which also felt flushed with heat. "I--y-you-!"
He held her shoulders, settling his chin on the top of her head again, "are you hungry?"
She was famished. She felt like she had swam the globe last night.
Gil took her silence as a yes, kissing her cheek again, although she did not want him to know how flushed she was for some reason. He leaned away from her slowly, helping her lean on his bunched up pillows without the support of her knees or a butt to sit on. "Here."
Thena clung to his pillow as he laid the t-shirt of his she had been wearing last night over her 'lap'. She eyed it, and then watched as he sought clothes of his own. Eventually she had to avert her eyes from the sight of him...swinging.
It felt very different to see that part of him after having come to know what it was capable of.
Gil came back over to her, kissing her hair, "take your time, Angelfish. Just come downstairs when you're ready, okay?"
She nodded, promising that she would indeed emerge from his room. He left, whistling as he went downstairs to the kitchen. It seemed he was in as elated a mood as she.
She pressed her smile to his pillow, absorbing the scent of him.
Her tail moved faintly in response to the pleasant stimulus.
Thena huffed at herself. She laid against Gil's side of the bed, focusing her energy on her blood flow. Slowly but surely, her scales pulled back and she split her tail into two separate bone structures. It had never taken effort like this before. She truly was depleted of energy.
She had to wonder if this was normal after the act of mating. Makkari and Sersi had both been so reluctant to tell her about it, in completely different ways for completely different reasons. She did manage to slip out of bed and pull his shirt on again. Her knees felt a little loose.
She managed to get down the stairs without incident. She poked her head into the kitchen, where Gil was stirring a pot with bonito and kombu in it (two of her favourites). He wasn't wearing a shirt, just those soft pants that were even softer on the inside.
He looked handsome.
Thena came into the kitchen with her hands clasped behind her. Perhaps she could understand why mating was such an affair in a person's life, whether human or mer. She felt...different.
Gil reached out for her, pulling into another kiss. Perhaps he too felt different. "Hey."
"Hey," she greeted back needlessly, giggling a little between their kisses and their closeness.
He pressed his lips to her temple and then hovered there, "last night was great."
She felt that was an understatement, but agreed. She put her hand to his chest, determined to ask, "are there post-mating rituals I should know of?--for humans?"
"Hm," he smiled, seeming determined to look at her and not the food he was cooking, "this kind of is one."
Thena tilted her head one way and then the other, "you cook breakfast everyday."
"Yeah but," he chuckled, pulling her against his chest again. Apparently mating turned him even more cuddly than usual (agreeable). "Breakfast after...mating--w-well, it can be different."
"Hm," Thena agreed quietly. She went to retrieve their little miso soup bowls, Gil's hand trailing against hers. He was truly loath to part with her, and she understood the feeling.
"Do you feel..." he looked at her, some of his usual anxiety surfacing under his giddiness, "different?"
Thena beamed, showing off her fangs. So sweet, her human man. She went back over to him, throwing her arms around his neck to kiss him. "Wonderfully so."
#Thenamesh Mermaid AU#it's kissy-mushy-lovey-dovey hours#population Gil and his mermaid girlfriend#listen#they are as susceptible to the post-coital high as anyone#poor Thena wakes up like goddammit!#like she's sneezed and her legs are a tail again#it's more inconvenient than anything#and she's so used to having her legs on that her tail feels a little cumbersome#just flopping around in Gil's bed#it's different when she has it on in the bathtub!#Gil is on cloud nine#he's a little worried about Thena#he'll keep an eye on her maybe gently suggest she ask Sersi any questions she has#he doesn't know if mers have an underwater version of gynecology
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Month 4 - Greenleaf
Ospreymask and Branchbark had spent the day by the river gathering moss. It had been hard for her to stay focused - the days were starting to get hot and she wanted nothing more than to dunk Branchbark’s head into the water when he was looking for moss with his face all scrunched up with focus like an absolute nerd - but the thought of their purpose kept her on track. Oddstripe was certain her kits were coming any day now and the nursery needed to be ready.
Ospreymask couldn’t wait! She was so excited to have kits in camp again, to entertain them and chase them around and squeeze their little faces and hear their little voices in the early hours. The excitement kept her working as if the sooner she returned with the moss, the sooner the kits would be born. Within a few hours, she and Branchbark had ferried several huge mouthfuls of moss back to camp and laid it in the empty nursery.
“I’m gonna try and collect some feathers from the prey pile,” Branchbark said, “Wanna help?”
“Stars, if I have to do another repetitive task I’ll go insane,” she shook her head. “No, I’ll see how Oddstripe is doing. Good luck with your feather hunting.” He shrugged a bit and trotted off to handle his chosen task. Ospreymask looked around and, not seeing Oddstripe, headed to the healer’s den to look for her.
“Oh, wow,” she heard the queen’s voice as she entered, “you herbs are so well stocked and organized! I always had to go out hunting for what I needed, but this is just- well, it’s just amazing!” Ospreymask chuckled. Oh, Sagetooth is going to love sharing a den with her, she thought to herself sarcastically.
As if on cue, Sagetooth gave a grumble. “Glad you think so,” she said flatly, and as Ospreymask came around the corner, Sagetooth met her gaze and asked, “Can we help you Ospreymask?”
Oddstripe turned around with a soft, “Oh!” and smiled her way.
“I was gonna show Oddstripe the nursery,” she told Sagetooth, then added to the cat in question, “You got a minute?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Oddstripe smiled, “I’ve been itching to nest so badly!”
“Good, yes. That sounds great,” Sagetooth said quickly. “Thank you, Ospreymask.” She swished her tail, ushering Oddstripe forward and the pregnant queen waddled forward on her lanky legs to follow Ospreymask out.
“We got you plenty of moss,” Ospreymask said, “and Branchbark is gathering feathers as we speak.”
“Oh, that is so kind of you,” Oddstripe purred loudly, the sound rumbling out through the air and into Ospreymask’s whiskers.
“We were happy to help,” she insisted. “I’m so excited to see kits running around again.”
Oddstripe laughed, a bit nervously Ospreymask thought. “I’m not very used to them, I’ll be honest. While I’ve delivered several litters, this will be the first of my own.”
“That’s so exciting!” Ospreymask meowed. “Have you been thinking about names at all?” She led the way across the camp, tail waving proudly. It was early in the day and most cats were out and about, but Russetfrond and Songdust sat on top of the warrior’s den soaking up the sun. Off to the side, Branchbark sneezed, dispersing the pile of feathers he had made. Ospreymask stifled a laugh and tried to focus on Oddstripe who hummed with thought.
“A little bit. I was thinking I’d probably just… see what came to mind once they were born, but… Barley is a sweet name, don’t you think?”
“Ooh, I like it!” Ospreymask nodded and ducked into the nursery. “Why Barley? Any particular reason?”
“I don’t know,” Oddstripe stopped, nearly hitting her head on the entryway to the tunnel. “I guess because the uh- their father was brown and white, I think.”
“You… think?” Ospreymask couldn’t help but ask as she looked back. Oddstripe slunk into the den, glancing away bashfully.
“Uh, yes. I didn’t really know him very well.” Her tail twitched. Ospreymask found herself unsure what to say for once, and when the silence hung a little too long, Oddstripe continued, tail starting to swish back and forth.
“I, uh, I never really had much interest in… that sort of thing,” she laughed again and Ospreymask smiled encouragingly. “Never felt very comfortable thinking about myself in that sort of… situation, but then there was this tom who came through looking for help with a cough he’d been having and he really seemed to like me.” Her gaze was distant now, and Ospreymask simply sat and listened. Oddstripe probably hadn’t talked about this with anybody, probably hadn’t had the chance, and Ospreymask figured it was the least she could do to listen.
“He was sweet enough I guess. And I thought, well, I might as well give the thing a try, you know?” She looked up, met Ospreymask’s eyes, and Ospreymask nodded sympathetically. “But I was still uncomfortable after, and I think he could tell. He left after too long. And it wasn’t until he was gone that I realized…” She licked her whiskers and glanced away.
Ospreymask stepped forward and said, “That sounds really rough. I’m glad you decided to stay with us, though. You know, if you wanted, you could just leave them with us and go back to your life. We’d be happy to raise them for you.”
“Oh,” Oddstripe blinked, “Oh, no. Thank you, but no. As much as I hate being pregnant, I am excited to have kittens. I’m just most excited to get them out of me.” She laughed a bit and Ospreymask joined in.
“Okay,” she nodded. “I’ll be happy either way so long as I get to play with the little fuzzballs. I’ve missed having kittens around so much, you have no idea.”
“Good to know I can call on you to kitten sit, then,” said Oddstripe, still looking a bit lost in her feelings.
Ospreymask quickly pushed forward to bump up against her to look at the den side by side. “Absolutely. And here is the nursery in all of its glory! Well, not all its glory, but I’m sure you can imagine it with some kittens running around.”
“Oh, wow!” Oddstripe breathed, coming back to the present moment. “It’s so roomy!”
“It’s got to be,” Ospreymask grinned, glancing around. “Kits don’t leave until they’re six moons old and it can get pretty cramped in here when you have two or three big litters running around.”
“I suppose you’re right,” mused Oddstripe. “I do wish it was a bit smaller, but I’ll make do.”
Ospreymask said, “If there’s anything you need, just let me know, yeah?”
“I will,” Oddstripe nodded. “Thank you. And… Thank you for listening.”
“Don’t mention it,” Ospreymask purred. She hoped she had made a friend, but at the least, she hoped Oddstripe felt a little bit better about everything. And, Stars, most of all, she hoped those kits came soon!
#clangen#clan gen#warriors#warrior cats#clan gen oc#clangen oc#warriors oc#warrior cats oc#Oddstripe#Ospreymask#Sagetooth#Branchbark#clangenrising
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//an: this is the third part of this. if u could link the second part of that it would be greaaatt thank u very much
//tw; implied past abuse, death
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Applebranch has her second litter the next moon.
"I want to name this one Crowkit," she says, pointing to a tortoiseshell she-cat. Then, she points to a tiny brown swirled molly with her tail. "And this is Molekit."
All that's left is a black and white tom. She stares fondly at him.
"I'm not sure what to name him," Applebranch says. "He's quiet, I'll give you that."
"Quietkit?" Silverbelly prompts.
"It doesn't feel right," Applebranch muses. "Thoughts on Coalkit?"
"No," Silverbelly says. "That one doesn't feel right either."
She takes note of how Crowkit and Molekit both seem to nestle into the little tom.
"Blackkit?"
"No," Applebranch says. "Too basic."
Then, the little kit sneezes. Silverbelly stares at the pine needle that just landed on him.
"Pinekit?"
"Pinekit."
--
Hailpaw flexes her leg. "It feels good."
"Alright, then you're free," Silverbelly says. "Don't strain it too much. Tell Otterslip to only do lighter exercises for a half moon, so you can get back into the swing of things."
Hailpaw grins at her. "Yeah! Okay! Bye Silverbelly, bye Lichenstripe, bye Stormsight. Thank you!"
Hailpaw was unique. She had this thing where instead of saying "thanks, you guys" she thanked every cat individually. She had boundless energy, yet stayed completely still while she was recovering. Sleeping, silently watching her littermates.
"Lichenstripe," she softly calls. The tom perks his head up. "When you catch Otterslip, tell him to keep an extra eye out for Hailpaw."
"Will do," Lichenstripe says.
Silverbelly turns back to her herbs, prepared to begin stocking them, when she hears rustling behind her. One sniff tells her all she needs to know.
"Oaktuft," she dully asks. "What do you need today?"
(She held a specific brand of sarcasm just for Oak "I once stubbed my paw on a rock and screamed loud enough to wake the dead" tuft. He knows she doesn't mean it.)
"I think Moxie is expecting kits," he hastily says.
Lichenstripe perks up. "Send her my way later."
"I was hoping... you could... ask?"
Silverbelly, as maturely as possible, groans. "What did you do?"
"I just, don't think she knows yet?" Oaktuft says. It comes out like a question.
"You mean to tell me," Silverbelly inhales. "That you picked up a queen was expecting before she did?"
"Yes?"
"You know how stupid you sound right now?" Silverbelly gawks. "Like, you're usually stupid-"
"Hey!"
"- but this is breaching new levels of idiocy. Lichenstripe, tell him how ridiculous he sounds."
Lichenstripe stays perfectly still. "I'll check on her later. I'll just say there's a stomach bug I need to check for or something."
Oaktuft grins. "Thanks Lichenstripe, you're the best!" And then he runs back off.
"Why do you oblige him?" Silverbelly sighs.
"He's funny," Lichenstripe hums. "Sometimes."
--
Moxie, as it turns out, is expecting. Oaktuft can be strangely perceptive when he's actually paying attention to things.
Silverbelly sighs, and drops a pebble in Lichenstripe's "made an inacurrate assumption about something and was wrong" hole.
--
Stormsight and her are out gathering herbs when he perks up, pile of poppy forgotten.
Then, he's walking through the bush.
"Stormsight!" She shouts, her own little pile of oak leaves left to the wind.
She follows his tail, and that's when she picks up on it. A tiny, barely audible mewing, followed by frantic shushing.
And he stops at a bush.
A cat with a bright ginger back and jagged stripes looks up at them, and hisses. "Get the hell away from me!"
"Are you alright?" Silverbelly asks.
She picks up one of her kits, and hisses again. "Back off!"
"My name is Stormsight," Stormsight smoothly says. "This is Silverbelly. We're medicine cats. We don't hurt cats, we heal them."
"That's what the last one said," the queen snarls. "And then I was attacked."
Silverbelly takes notice of the small nick on her ear, and the little scratch bleeding from her stomach. She sees a little nest of dead leaves and moss.
"What's your name?" Silverbelly gently asks.
"I'm," she pauses. "I'm Jagged."
"Do you need somewhere to stay, Jagged?" She instinctively asks. "We have a home. We can help you, and treat your wounds."
"I don't need help," she spits. As if on cue, one of her kits wails, and tries to paw at her belly. "I don't."
It takes a very long time, but eventually Silverbelly and Stormsight manage to convince her to come to camp, where she sleeps in the nursery with her kits, and continues to hiss at anyone who gets too close. But she talks to Holly, and Applebranch, even if it's just curt responses, so it's an improvement.
--
Moxie gives birth to one kit. Newtkit. A scrappy little thing that seems to hate everything except her mother and Bluekit.
And Jaggedstripe has gotten better. She has real conversations with Applebranch, and Moxie, and she lets Silverbelly check her over with minimal fuss.
And Hailcrash has truly grown into herself. She's a spectacular fighter, clever and intelligent. Otterslip always says her name with the utmost pride.
Henryclaw is a new addition to the clan, someone that Jaggedstripe used to know. They say tense hello's and nobody pries farther.
--
Two things happen in the following moons.
One, Lakelily has been more tense during their half moon meetings. Hesitant to say anything about his clan or how his cats are doing. He won't meet her at the border for herb trades. She has a horrible feeling Floodstar is behind it.
Two, Neo dies in his sleep. He was old, it was bound to happen.
Three, Goldenstar loses his first life defending his son from a dog. He spends one day in her den recovering, then leaves.
"Come back if it starts hurting again," she calls.
Goldenstar flicks his tail, but she knows he won't be visiting anytime soon. She watches Celia run to greet him, and realizes that he might have someone to keep him in check after all.
--
"You're old," Newkit says.
Moxie stares at Silverbelly. "Am I?"
Silverbelly winces, and decides the floor is the most interesting thing in the world. Moxie looks at Oaktuft, who looks like he was just viciously insulted.
"Are we old, Newtkit?" Oaktuft whispers, a single tear leaking from his eye.
"Yeah," Newtkit loudly says. "You should retire so you stop complaining about your bones hurting after patrols."
Oaktuft frowns. "Oh."
"I suppose we are old," Moxie muses. "Thoughts on retiring?"
"I guess we can retire," Oaktuft says.
And that is the story of how Moxie and Oaktuft retire. Because their four moon kitten calls them old.
--
Jaggedstripe leaves the nursery.
Her kits are six moons old, so she's technically supposed to leave. Technically, they've been complaining they don't need her since they were four moons, but she stays regardless.
"I don't think I want to move," Jaggedstripe says.
"You could stay in the nursery," Stormsight says. "Nothing wrong with that."
"Newtkit will be an apprentice in hardly a moon," Jaggedstripe says. "There's no point in staying in the nursery if there are no kits to look after."
Silverbelly hums. "It's up to you."
And later that day, she sees Jaggedstripe carrying a small bundle of moss into the warrior's den and smiles.
--
"Inhale," she says.
Sillymoon takes one deep breath.
"Exhale." She hums as she listens, then steps away. "Everything sounds fine. Don't push too hard, Toro will show you the ropes."
"Thank you for your help," Sillymoon says. "I appreciate it."
"You're welcome," she says. "Stay safe."
Then, Jaggedstripe walks into the den, and drops Newtpaw at her feet. "She fell from a tree. She seems fine, but I just..."
Silverbelly nods, and noses through her fur. "Anything hurt?"
"No!" Newtpaw exclaims. "Everything's fine. I'm just sore."
There's one bruise blooming on Newtpaw's shoulder, but otherwise she looks fine.
"See?" Newtpaw turns to Jaggedstripe. "I told you I landed on the moss."
Jaggedstripe concedes, and nods.
--
"You," Silverbelly breathes. "You what?"
"I think I accidentally flirted with Wormshade?" Flyspots meekly says.
"Aw, he's all grown up," Applebranch teases.
"Momma!" He squeaks.
"My little baby is finally feeling things," Applebranch purrs. Flyspots ducks under her muzzle.
"You know what, forget I said anything," he declares. "Never talking to you about romance again. Maplethorn!"
"Why is he talking to Maple?" Applebranch gawks. "He's horrible at romance. He has never once felt anything for anyone."
"Maybe he's looking for a more realistic opinion?" Silverbelly blinks.
She's promptly interrupted by Wormshade bowling into her. "Hey, if I hypothetically wanted to be Flyspot's mate, would you kill me?"
Applebranch hums. "Depends on how fast you can run."
"Oh," he says, then slowly backs up. "Yeah, I'm gonna. Yeah."
"Stop scaring his future mate off," Silverbelly says. "They're cute."
--
Landslides are one of the common dangers of mountain life. They've happened before, it's easy to avoid them if you're in shape and out of the way and it's easy to hear them coming.
She digs frantically, paws churning at the mud. He needed to be here. She can't explain this to Lakelily.
A warm pelt brushes her, with the underlying coolness that says it belongs to the stars, and she stops.
One yellow limb pokes out of the mud, unmoving.
"Oh," Holly whispers. "I'm so sorry."
Silverbelly tucks her head into her paws and cries.
--
"I'm sorry," she blurts.
Lakelily stares at her. His eyes are dull, and his tail lays flat along his paws. "For?"
"Lichenstripe died," she hollowly says. "He got caught in a landslide. I'm so sorry."
Lakelily pauses, then stares up at the moon. "That's not your fault."
She watched the newly named Eveningstar climb the rock, and the conversation abruptly ends.
--
Pinefrost and Molesong become warriors.
Crowpaw stares at them from next to Mudsplash, who murmurs something to her. Crowpaw doesn't acknowledge the words.
Silverbelly continues to cheer for her kits, and makes a mental note to check on Crowpaw later.
--
"It looks pretty badass," Bluefern says.
"It does," Newtpaw agrees. "I look cool as fuck."
Silverbelly sighs.
--
"Check back with me later," she yells.
Goldenstar does not check back with her later. When she finds him, sleeping in his nest, she asks Celia to send him her way when he wakes up.
Predictably, he does not stop by. Celia says sorry, and she says it's okay, but she wishes her leader would take care of himself for once in his life.
--
"The verdict?" Evie asks.
He's a brand new, so dark brown he looks black in most lights, recruit to the clan. Also, he's sick, and hacks his lungs out every four minutes. When he is not doing that, he is winking at Bluefern when she passes by.
"Greencough," she says, then passes a leaf to Evie. "If you're going to cough out phlegm-"
"What's that?"
"-please cough it out on this so I can properly get rid of it."
"Okay," Evie says.
--
"Maybe I'll retire soon," Curly says. She flexes her tail, now scarred in a ring like way.
She hums. "If you'd like."
And she promptly ignores how shamelessly Evie is flirting with Bluefern and Newtscar, who are also flirting with eachother. She can't tell if it's a joke.
--
"Crowflame, did you know male torties are like, super rare?" Blizzardfang says.
Crowflame hums. Silverbelly feels the fur on her spine stand. Applebranch laughs.
--
One moon later, Evie has recovered.
"I wonder what Bluefern thinks about mates," he mumbles. Silverbelly can feel her jaw drop. Next to her, Jaggedstripe gawks.
--
"Silverbelly?" Goldenstar asks.
"Look who finally pays me a visit," she says. "What do you need?"
"Would it be betraying Morningbloom if I loved someone else?"
"Why do you ask?" She carefully studies his conflicted expression. "Oh my stars, it's Celia. You like Celia. Why?"
"He has a charming smile," Goldenstar mumbles. Silverbelly groans.
"But to answer your question," Silverbelly says. "I think Morningbloom would want you to be happy. If Celia makes you happy, she would want that for you."
--
"I know," Applebranch whispers, in a soothing voice. "I know, Silvie."
"I keep having the same damn dream," she whispers. "Since I was an apprentice."
She chokes out a sob, and Applebranch murmurs hollow words of comfort.
--
"What do you mean you thought we were already mates?"
Flyspots tilts over, a dumbstruck expression on his face. Wormshade looks enraged, but the way the fur on his face fluffs up says everything she needs to know.
Applebranch catches his eye, and Wormshade wilts.
--
She wakes up with fluffed fur and unsheathed claws, panting hard.
She stares at Stormsight, and it's like the vision has come crashing down at her. Those fucking rocks, tumbling down a cliff, a trail of blood pooling behind them.
Otterslip is on guard. "Where are you headed to?"
"The glow cave," she says. "I need to speak with Starclan."
Otterslip blinks at her, confusion filling his gaze. "Do you want an escort?"
"No," she breathes. "Not really."
He nods. "Okay. I'll tell everyone where you went."
And Silverbelly allows her paws to guide her east of the mountains, where the clouds block the moon and a faint drizzle accompanies the chilly air.
--
She passes a Cricketclan patrol, who nod at her, and she continues walking, and numbly stops at the glowcave.
"What does it mean?" She whispers, to nobody in particular. "What does it mean?"
She glares at the pool, snarling. "Oh, so now you don't want to talk to me. I haven't gotten a proper rest since before my first litter, and now you want to be quiet?"
She feels her hackles stand. "Fucking talk to me!"
A whisper climbs behind her, and she whips around to face it.
"Yeah, you think this shit is funny? I'm being haunted by three rocks and it's a silly game for you. Of course it is."
The spirit settles next to her, and opens its mouth. Then, it closes again, and materializes a stick in it's jaws.
She stares as it draws a shaky line in the wet clay. She watches a shaky v shape take form, and the spirit points behind her.
"What are you trying to tell me?" She pleads. "Show me what you want me too see."
The spirit raises one paw, ever so slightly lifts it, and points behind her, to the starry pool.
Silverbelly rolls her eyes and looks behind her. And she stops, hissing and snarling as she wheels backwards.
Three rocks. Dark brown with a darker line, a dull brown pebble with two curved lines, and a more ginger one with white spots.
"Tradition," the spirit whispers. "Like an heirloom, of sorts." And then she hears it fade away behind her, leaving Silverbelly alone in a cave with three rocks that mean something, but she doesn't know what.
-🍭
part one | part two
LOLLIPOP. I AM IN FUCKING SHAMBLES DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS FIC IS DOING TO ME. when applebranch called her Silvie i almost started crying actually. and i LOVE all the little nods to the characters that didn't do much in canon, like Lichenstripe and Holly,,, oughghghh. the little hints of bluenewtevie. oaktuft being a dumbass. the goldencelia. this fic is a fucking masterpiece and i love it so much
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SugarDaddy!Techno x reader
Isn’t that right Prada?
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Swearing. It’s @simply-vulpecula made me do it.
“Good boys who listen get to sleep in the bed, Isn’t that right Prada?” The little maltese yaps at you looking so happy, her tail wagging while she glances between you and the angry man behind her. His arms folded, his face contorted in annoyed pout.
“You keep pouting like that and your face will stay that way.” You snark stroking Prada’s head.
“Forgive me?” He licks his lips, taking a step forward, his eyes roaming over your smooth legs. Freshly waxed from this morning when you popped to the salon, you decided to get your eyebrows shaped and you were offered more treatment.
For free of course because Techno Blade’s mrs doesn’t pay for things.
“Forgive you?” You raise your eyebrows with a scoff and Techno grows rock hard, the bulge in his black slacks being ignored by the both of you.
He can’t focus on the laptop in front of him telling him that his rival is trying to by stocks in his company because you giggle and it’s so fucking cute. But his smitten smile drops when he sees you rubbing noses with Prada. Something so fucking adorable and yet he glares. He regrets it. The first decision including you that he regrets.
“Why should I forgive you?” You lift one of your legs up bending it so your lover gets a perfect view of your underwear. Versace, probably one of the most expensive pieces you own. It’s lace sown together in the shape of diamonds, he remembers being in the private dressing room and watching as you hooked the bra. His cock painfully hard when you twirl, hands smoothing over your exposed body.
“Because,” he swallows taking another step forward, the front of his legs hitting the wooden frame of the bed. His eyes flicker to the puppy who stares at him and tilts her head before she snuggles against you once more. His hands tense and untense, his jealously flaring along with his nostrils.
You’re so bratty and he loves it but it’s being directed at him. He’s not happy.
“Because what?” Your voice is tangled with so much attitude that he snaps. His mind reeling with everything he wants to do to you.
-
“You’re such a brat.” He groans thrusting up, “why?” He asks his hand coming up to wrap around your throat, a grin slips onto his lips.
He knows it’s his fault.
“Because I can.” Your giggle merges with a moan, your back arching. The large mirror that was fitted on the ceiling shows you your reflection. Your cheeks flushed red, sweat glistening on your skin, your hair messy and sticking to your forehead. Yet the man underneath you looks the same as he did this morning when he was working so sexily at his desk.
You feel him everywhere, he’s so deep you swear you see the outline of his cock inside you. Techno said that watching yourself be fucked is the hottest things you’ll ever see,
“you’re so pretty when you cum, you have to see it.” He sucked on your earlobe, both of you watching the construction men carry the massive mirror inside the new mansion. The architect shouting at some of the guys to hold it straight.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Techno’s nose runs along the side of your throat inhaling sharply.
Barking stops his thrusts “Prada.” You warn looking at the puppy whose chasing her own tail on the floor. She looks at you and sneezes. You coo and aww at the cute little thing.
“Pay attention babygirl.” Techno growls bringing your attention back to the mirror, his eyes bore into yours. He chuckles darkly when you clench around him. “That’s it” he thrusts into you again and again and again picking up the pace, he can’t help but say fuck it to the slow build he needed to feel you cum around him.
His hips slam against your ass, the room filled with the sound of skin slapping together and laboured breathing just adds to how hot you feel. Because fuck he was right, watching the way his cock disappears inside you on a repeat is the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.
The way he throws his head back and groans. The stubble on his face adding to how fucking sexy he looks. “Your pussy always feels so good.” He’s breathless, “oh fuck yes.”
You feel the sweet sweet burn of the euphoric stretch that always comes with your sugardaddy’s big cock. You just about manage to moan out an apology before your vision blurs and tears streak down your cheeks. He feels so fucking good, with each thrust you’re pushed closer to the edge.
Your moans and his mixing together into the ac chilled air, his pace building dramatically, becoming more and more intense the longer he fucks you. It’s brutish and rough.
His swollen tip glides over the spot inside you, your body goes still and you can’t do anything except let it happen. And you do, you let the tsunami of pleasure crash into you it pumps through your viens absolutely demolishing what’s left of your attitude.
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FFXIV Write Entry #25: The Best Cure
Prompt: call it a day || Master Post || On AO3
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“I am nob sick.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m nob!”
Synnove gave her knight her very best “I Know You Speak Bullshite” look that she normally leveraged on carbuncles and students. Aymeric’s answering scowl would have been a more effective rebuttal if his hair wasn’t disheveled, his eyes not watery, and his nose not bright red.
“You have run yourself ragged,” Synnove said, hands on her hips, “and now you’re paying the price for spreading yourself so thin.”
“Dere’s too much to—ACHOO!”
Aymeric got his arm up just in time to sneeze into his elbow. And then a second time, and a third, in quick succession.
“Darling, you have a very competent second-in-command and an equally competent new political secretary, you can take the bloody time to rest and get better.”
An authoritative mew drifted up from next to Synnove’s shin. She pointed down. “See! Lady Crème agrees with me!”
The Ala Kharan cat leaped up onto the bed, then sat primly with her tail curled over her paws, and stared at Aymeric. Aymeric refused to look at his mother’s cat, instead trying to scowl again at Synnove. “If I always did what the cab wanted,” and now he seemed to be vainly trying to ignore how his congestion was only getting worse with every word he spoke, “I would neber ged anyding done.”
Synnove narrowed her eyes.
“Tyr.”
The topaz carbuncle popped his head over the side of the bed, and, like Lady Crème, stared. Now Aymeric looked concerned.
“Sit.”
Boof!
Aymeric tried to scramble away, Lady Crème hissing angrily at being jarred, but too late: Tyr was crawling up the bed. As soon as his hindlegs were on the mattress, the enormous carbuncle threw himself forward to flop on Aymeric’s legs and torso. Aymeric went flat on his back with an oof!
Synnove smiled. “Good boy, Tyr.”
Another wordless boof, this one smug, as Tyr drew himself up into a proper loaf shape. For good measure, he swished his tails to the side to drape over Aymeric’s face. Lady Crème stalked up the bedsheets to claim one of the pillows next to Aymeric’s head.
“You fight dirty,” Aymeric grumbled, voice further muffled by both snot and carbuncle tails.
“I fight to win,” Synnove said, smug, as she walked around the bed. “I’ve already gave Lucia a call on the ‘pearl, and I’ll be contacting Norlaise shortly.”
“Conspiracies.”
She snickered, and brushing the tips of Tyr’s tails out of the way, she leaned over and kissed Aymeric’s forehead. “I’m going to go help Hersande make some chicken noodle soup,” she said. “I’ll come check up on you in a bell. If you need anything, just tell Tyr and he’ll come get me.”
“Fiiiiiine,” came the sulky whine. A pause. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Synnove gave an ear scratch to both Tyr and Lady Crème, and then headed out of the bedroom.
Aymeric was snoring by the time she closed the door.
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I May Be Small (...But?) But I Do Like Carrots
Day Three: (People and Situations Wheel!)
I got Niki + Techno for people and Niki and Tiny OSMP Technoblade (what a coincidence!)
MerNiki and Rabbit Techno (tw: scared rabbit, briefly?)
Niki wakes up to a rabbit on her rock.
It's not technically hers, the same way that Tommy's tree branch perch and Ranboo's patch of grass aren't technically theirs.
Usually, it isn't a problem to get someone to leave. Niki just reminds them that it's her rock and that's the end of it.
Unfortunately, though, that doesn't really apply to the wildlife. Technically, she could just nudge the little rabbit away, but it looks so peaceful with its tiny eyes shut in sleep as it soaks up the sun.
She would feel bad about making it move, especially since it's practically her if she were a rabbit, a nice soft pink a few shades lighter than her hair.
Bun-niki would be a pretty good name for it, she decides, swimming up to the shore to watch it with her head resting on her arms.
It's nose twitches, every so often, and its ears flick at the chirping birds in the lakeside woods.
Niki only remembers to stop watching it when it twitches a few times at nothing. She's woken up some of her friends that way too; some things just know when they're being watched, apparently.
Rabbits, it seems, are no exception.
The rabbit's nose twitches and it sneezes, soft and quiet, before blinking its eyes awake.
Niki, of course, immediately feels terrible, like she's gone and flicked a guppy in the face with her tail.
She feels worse when a moment later the rabbit meets her gaze and lets out a startled noise, scrambling back so hard its legs get tangled under it and it falls onto its back.
She pulls up out of the water a bit, leaning on her forearms to peer closer in concern.
This does not go over well with the rabbit.
It rushes backwards, scrambling wildly until it runs into a rock, with its ears pressed back tightly against its skull.
She doesn't know a lot about rabbits, but that's a pretty universal signal of "fuck no."
The poor thing seems pretty scared, scared of Niki, so she leans back into the water again to give it some space.
"You're okay," she says, feeling awful for scaring it so much, "I'm not going to hurt you, little rabbit."
The rabbit seems pretty skeptical, making a funny noise that probably translates to some variation of "go away."
When she's scared, she likes to hold her stones. She wishes rabbits could hold stones, or she'd give him one in apology.
"Oh!" she says, making the rabbit stomp at the ground, "Sorry, sorry! But I know just the thing!"
She dives under the waves, reaching into one of her chests and zooming back to the surface.
The rabbit hasn't left yet, thank goodness. She still has time to make things right.
She holds out a handful of carrots and asks, "Would you like one?"
The rabbit's ears come untucked, flicking a bit.
Then, in a flash, there is no longer a rabbit on the shore.
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"Carrots," the person demands with a hungry and almost desperate look.
Niki holds out the handful with a tentative smile and before she can blink the rabbit is holding them close to his chest, munching on one while glaring at her. He crunches at the carrots almost angrily, rabbit ears, pink hair, overalls, and all.
"Um...hi," she tries with a hesitant smile.
He stops munching just long enough to make a face and reply with a terse, "Hello."
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If Niki could turn bigger, she definitely wouldn't stay small when she was scared of something that might eat her.
But, for some people, being surprised makes them stuck shifted.
She can't imagine being stuck so tiny! Everything would be terrifying if she were as small as Sneeg, or Techno sometimes. Especially if she didn't have any friends to keep her safe yet.
It's a good thing it was her that surprised Techno and not something like a snake.
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Not Canon Bits:
[Techno-Tommy-reverse. Bird boi is big and bunny boi is itty]
"Fight me."
"No! You're two feet tall."
"Coward."
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Niki's first impression with the new guy is...not the best.
In her defense, how was she supposed to know he could shift into a rabbit?
She thought rabbit hybrid just meant he had ears, or something!
So, when she saw a perfectly tasty-looking rabbit hopping awfully close to her favorite spot to swim, she pounced on the opportunity...literally.
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"And to think something so small could still be so much better than you."
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Niki is not going to eat the new guy.
Unfortunately, it does not seem that the new guy has been told as much.
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So, the Aurelia fic is finally done and you can find the full fic here!
After that darker story, I decided to go the completely opposite direction and write some tooth-rotting fluff for my baby Lily! So, here's her first meeting with Sanji!
Anything Fun
“No cause for alarm, folks,” the waiter said in a sharp tone, hand in one pocket as he crossed the dining room. “Please, enjoy your meals.”
He finally stopped at the table of Luffy and his friends, placing the plate of buns he had brought in front of them.
“Hi! Welcome to our shitty restaurant, where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food,” he hissed, meanwhile looking bored out of his mind. “My name is Sanji. What can I get for you?”
“One of everything, please,” Luffy replied, already stuffing his face with the buns.
“Any drinks? One of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?”
“Giving us the hard sell, huh?” Nami sneered.
But when Sanji looked at her, his demeanor suddenly changed. A smug smile was plastered on his face and the aggressive tone from his voice was gone.
“Apologies, madam, I didn’t see you there. Would you care for an apéritif to start?”
Nami just blinked in confusion and her companions were none the wiser. Was he… flirting with her?
“We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock. Or perhaps you’d like a glass of Umeshu? You know, somethin’ sweet for someone sweet,” he suggested with a wink.
Oh, he was flirting with her, wasn’t he?
“Something wrong with your eye?” Nami asked, lacking a better comeback.
“Just blinded by your beauty.”
Luckily, Zoro was unwilling to put up with any more of this tomfoolery, and he cleared his throat to get the waiter’s attention.
“Waiter, can I get a beer and something for my friends?”
“Two beers,” Usopp joined in. “I usually have three but—”
“And a milk!” Luffy interrupted.
“Three beers and a milk and, uh, for madam?”
“Water – and listen, we’re still waiting for one more person, so if you could—”
“Really?” A familiar voice called, making Sanji jump.
Lily had just appeared next to him, and she was probably too small for him to spot as even her tall ears didn’t even reach up to his shoulders.
“I thought it was just us,” she grinned, her tail wagging happily from side to side.
“It is just us,” Zoro grumbled, just before being completely caught off guard by Lily hopping into his lap to climb across the bench behind the table, nearly hitting him in the face with her tail multiple times. In fact, he almost had to sneeze from how close the fuzzy hairs were to his nose.
“What took you so long?” Usopp asked as she settled down between him and Nami. “I was already worried you’d fallen into the sea.”
“Oh, I almost did. – One of the ships here has a fox for a figurehead, can you believe it?”
“Did you talk to it?” Luffy blurted out.
Lily just scoffed. “I’m not actually an animal. Besides, figureheads can’t talk. Only Klabautermänner can.”
“Lily,” Nami said softly, tapping her on the shoulder, “do you wanna order something to drink?”
“Yeah!” Lily agreed, turning around to look at Sanji, who, much to the pirates’ surprise, had changed his demeanor yet again.
“And what would the young lady like?” He asked with a gentle smile. “Maybe some hot chocolate?”
Immediately, Lily gasped in excitement. But Usopp cut her off.
“No– no, she can’t have that.”
“Why not?!” Lily protested.
“Because it’ll kill you.”
“Oh bother,” she grumbled, pulling her legs up to her chest and pouting.
“So, you have special dietary needs?” Sanji asked, still smiling and still talking to Lily instead of Usopp. “What is it that you can’t have?“
“Anything fun.”
“Basically anything dogs can’t have,” Zoro mumbled.
“More or less,” Usopp agreed. “Grapes and raisins, chocolate, macadamias, walnuts, tomatoes, dairy, onions, garlic… Well, and caffeine and alcohol, but she’s too young to have those anyway.”
“Anything fun, huh?” Sanji chuckled. “Well, then I have something for you,” he said, lowering himself to Lily’s eye level. “What if I could make you hot chocolate that’s completely safe for you to drink?”
As soon as he had finished talking, Lily’s eyes lit up with sparkles – and it almost seemed like the air around her was sparkling too. “Really?!”
“Yeah! Just give me a few minutes. It’ll be good, I promise. Does that sound nice?”
Lily nodded eagerly. So, Sanji’s smile grew even wider and he headed off to the kitchen.
“What a creep,” Nami mumbled.
“He’s not creepy!” Lily disagreed. “He’s nice! Look at him going through all that trouble for me.”
“Lily, I am so glad that you’re too young to understand.” Nami gently ran her fingers through Lily’s hair, then over her ears, causing her to quietly purr. “You’re right, he’s nice to you.”
“And he’s a great fighter!” Luffy added. “What a great guy!”
“That’s your criteria?” Usopp questioned. “He gives you food and he can fight?”
“Yeah!”
“And that’s new how exactly?” Zoro commented.
A few minutes later, Sanji returned with a tray of drinks, serving Nami first, then the boys…
“And finally, for our little princess.”
He placed a mug in front of her with a bright smile on his face. The mug itself was ornate and what was inside it looked exactly like hot chocolate. It smelled almost the same, too! Sitting atop the foam was a little, foamy figure of a fennec fox.
“Soy milk, a dash of vanilla, and vegan marshmallows. And the chocolate is made using a special fruit that grows on an island in the Grand Line. It tastes just the same but without the toxins that make chocolate poisonous to some people. They call it the chocolate fruit because of that.”
“Wow!” Lily gasped. “The Grand Line really is a great place, huh?”
“Yeah!” Luffy agreed. “And we’re going there!”
“Maybe you can find the fruit yourself then, huh?” Sanji grinned. “Try it, it’s good. But be careful not to burn yourself, alright?”
Lily nodded and quickly took a sip of the hot chocolate. Immediately, her eyes lit up again.
“It’s perfect!”
“I’m glad.”
“Thank you, sir!”
Sanji laughed. “No honorifics, please, just Sanji is fine. – Enjoy your drinks!”
With that, he was off to the kitchen again, but he threw Lily a kind glance over his shoulder on his way back multiple times.
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A NIGHT IN THE WOOD
AO3 link (HERE)
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A thunderstorm lights up the sky above a cottage somewhere deep in the mountains, belonging to the lady of the wood.
Some say she can take flight as a raven, white of feather.
Others, a witch who feasts on the fair and young.
But those who seek her out know her as a wisewoman who can heal the sick from whatever ails them.
Be they man or . . .
And though the hour is late, she pounds her pestle into her mortar. Over and over again. It doesn't matter that her fingers are growing stiff from the repetition or that her eyes crystal with tears. She's still too angry, too regretful, to allow herself to stop.
But as the storm continues on, her cottage shaking with each bolt of thunder that disturbs the herbs hanging above to scatter down upon her, the lady hears a strange noise coming from outside her door that makes her jump and drop her pestle. Something that sounds like -
Scratch, Scratch, Scratch.
Hand at her heart, she hurries to lift the latch at the door and opens it wide, knowing it's more than just a gust of wind she hears and finds . . . An odd but familiar sight.
A fox has taken refuge on her doorstep, beaten from the rain and wind. His red coat is soaked and he's shivering so that the rabbit he offers to her in his maw seems to tremble as well.
But his eyes are unwavering and gleam with love that knows no end. Along with great remorse for what a wretched beast he's been. A star-flecked blue that nearly smites her heart.
If only she didn't think him so devious for trying to gain her sympathy by presenting himself in his furs.
"Come on then, before you catch your death," Claire says. Her tone is not unkind but there's no tenderness in her words either. For all is not quite forgiven just yet.
So, with his ears pinned back and tail between his legs, the exhausted fox takes a few tentative steps inside, body slacked low to the floor.
And then he sneezes.
Once. Then twice.
A squeaky sound that nearly makes her laugh.
"No need to put on a show, Jamie," she says, making more of an effort to soften her voice as she moves to the corner to snatch the quilt off their bed. "I promise I won't go at you with the broom again. But I refuse to speak to you as you are. Now get to the hearth and shift from those furs so I can warm you properly."
But when Claire turns back around she finds her dear fox lying lifeless on the wooden floor in a puddle of rainwater turning black with blood.
"Jamie!" The lady of the wood cries.
She falls to her knees beside him and presses her hand to his chest, her palm flickering with a blue radiant light that pulses from her inner being through him. Searching, searching for a beat . . .
//
The red fox wakes sometime later to the soft patter of rain and something savory cooking in the air.
He's been washed and mended and is laying beneath a heavy quilt atop the bed. He thinks he's maybe human now, but just to be sure, he wiggles his long toes and tries to speak.
"Claire," Jamie rasps, tasting the bitter tang of his lady's tonic on his tongue and lips. "Mo chridhe . . ." He tries again, this time opening his eyes, seeking the face of his heart who comes swiftly to his bedside.
"Hush, love," whispers Claire, smoothing the thick mass of hair from off his brow, her touch infused with warmth and gentleness just as her voice. "You need your rest."
Jamie grunts trying to sit up anyway, but only manages to push himself up on one elbow.
"What I need is you. Your forgiveness. I had no right to do as I did wi'out telling ye and then to speak to ye in such a way -"
She presses her fingertips to his mouth bristled dark red like his furs around the corners curled into a frown.
"You're forgiven, Jamie. But I need you to forgive me too. There was no reason for me to be so angry with you, not when you were only trying to protect us. Like you always do. "
He sits up straighter and lays a big hand over hers, bringing it flat to his bare chest where the beat of his heart thumps the same fervent, aching rhythm as hers.
"There's nothing to forgive, Claire. My heart has been yers since first I saw ye, and my devotion too for keeping my soul and body safe between these hands here. "
His mouth twitches.
"Though I will say I've learned to never cross a woman holding a broom. Ye ken my arse is still stinging like holy hell? "
Claire doesn't share his smile.
"You're lucky it was only my broom. If that monster ever figures out who you are, where you've been hiding -"
Her voice suddenly breaks as her fingers curl like talons into the warm flesh of his breast.
Jamie holds her by both arms, unflinching. "He won't, Claire. I promise ye. Ye needn't worry for me or us."
"But if he did," she lifts her gaze, burning a fierce otherworldly gold. "I'd break my oath for you Jamie. To never harm nor kill."
"Ye'll do no such thing," he snarls, tightening his grip on her and gives her a little shake. " I've blood on my hands already but you - I'd never forgive myself for having ye taint the purity of yer God given gift for me."
"You think I care more for myself than you? That I love you less?" Claire lays a hand to his cheek, her thumb caressing the bold bones beneath. "I'd do it, Jamie, and gladly. "
He swallows thickly and leans his brow against hers. "I know ye would, mo ghràdh. Just as I would go to the stake wi ye."
After a long breathless moment, she nuzzles her nose against his and says softly against his mouth.
"Thank you for bringing home dinner."
Jamie smiles crookedly. "Least I could do for my lady when she patches me up." And intends to leave a trail of kisses down her neck when she pulls away, protesting.
"I meant what I said, Jamie. You need to rest," she says, running the back of her hand over his jaw. "Or would you rather have a bit of stew?"
"Damn the stew. I'd rather take a bite out of you," Jamie growls, and falls back into bed with his lady in his arms to do just that. He nips at the soft skin of her neck while his eager hands ruck up her homespun dress, revealing skin more luminous than pearl and finer than silk beneath. There's even bitty leaves in her hair as if she sprouted from the earth for him to pluck and keep forever.
But then she swats him away.
"Jamie!"
He groans, voice gruff with unfulfilled need as he rolls to his side, wincing a little from where she healed him, but keeps a firm grip of her plump backside.
"I thought you were supposed to warm me? " He pouts.
Claire sighs, brushing her curls from her flushed cheeks, having come undone. She knows how this will end, and the anticipation of devouring each other whole has her pulse pounding like a kettledrum down to her fingertips. But the healer in her just needs to make sure.
"Are you even up to it?"
Jamie arches a ruddy brow, face so deadly serious that it's almost comical.
"Do ye really need to ask?"
The lady of the wood rolls her eyes yet smiles wide, biting her deliciously pink bottom lip. And untangles herself from her lover's embrace and very slowly begins to undress.
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A/N:
I wrote two versions of this nonsense but couldn't decide on which one I liked better (not that this is outstanding writing or anything) The top part was version two. This bottom one is actually what I wrote first.
*There's also a loose quote in the version above from the book describing how Claire holds Jamie's life in her hands.
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"You're forgiven, Jamie. But I need you to forgive me too. There was no reason for me to be so angry with you, not when you were only trying to protect us. Like you always do. "
He sits up straighter and lays a big hand over hers, bringing it flat to his bare chest.
"There's nothing to forgive. My heart has been yers since first I saw ye, and my devotion too for keeping my soul and body safe between these hands here. "
His mouth twitches.
"Though I will say I've learned to never cross a woman holding a broom. Ye ken my arse is still stinging like holy hell?"
"Well you deserved it, my wee fox," says Claire, tugging at the curly hairs on his chest.
Jamie snarls playfully and wraps his arms around her, bringing her close.
"I wasn't arguing any differently, vixen. But I could use a bit of your womanly sympathy. "
"Healing you wasn't enough?" She smiles coyly, running the back of her hand over his jaw. "What even took a bite out of you anyway?"
Jamie pokes his tongue out to lick the tip of her finger. She tastes of garlic and onions and meat with traces of her terrible tonic too.
"Twas my own fault. I wasn't looking where I was going, not that I could see really with all the rain, and came head to head with a mangy wolf. He wanted our supper. But I was faster."
"Not nearly fast enough," frowns Claire, thinking about the dark ugly bruise on his side, all that remained of the encounter. "I thought you died on my floor!"
Jamie shrugs, grinning cheekily.
"I wouldn't have died. Not wi' ye around, mo ghràdh. "
"Lucky you," she sighs, sounding rather annoyed, but nuzzles her nose against his. "But do try to avoid anything with sharp teeth next time. I've grown rather fond of you and your fluffy tail."
He chuckles warmly. "I promise, a nighean." And intends to leave a trail of kisses down her neck when she pulls away, protesting.
"I meant what I said, Jamie. You need to rest. Or would you rather have a bit of stew?"
"Damn the stew. I'd rather take a bite out of you." Jamie growls, and falls back into bed with his lady in his arms to do just that. He nips at the soft skin of her neck while his hands ruck up her homespun dress, revealing skin more luminous than pearl and finer than silk beneath. There's even bitty leaves in her hair as if she sprouted from the earth for him to pluck and keep forever.
But then she swats him away.
He groans, voice gruff with unfulfilled need as he rolls to his side, wincing a little, but keeps a firm grip of her plump backside.
"I thought you were supposed to warm me? " He pouts.
Claire sighs, brushing her curls from her flushed cheeks, having come undone. She knows how this will end, and the anticipation of devouring each other whole has her pulse pounding like a kettledrum down to her fingertips. But the healer in her just needs to make sure.
"Are you even up to it?"
Jamie arches a ruddy brow, face so deadly serious that it's almost comical.
"Do ye really need to ask?"
The lady of the wood rolls her eyes yet smiles wide, biting her deliciously pink bottom lip. And untangles herself from her lover's embrace and very slowly begins to undress.
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With a simple gesture towards the scared Pup that was hiding between Nox's legs, Boom asked Inferno to direct her apology to Courage instead, and politely requested her, as well as Light and Nox next to her, to use his name; for while he did not know how they had been referring to him, he told them that he would not stand for any rude words towards one of the few beings that he still cared about.
The stern tone in which he spoke made a chill run down the spines of the others, who were afraid to ask him what he would do for anyone else he cared about, if such a little Pup already caused him to react this threateningly; but they calmed down by reminding themselves that Boom was on their side, and that he would not dare to attack an ally, or that he would give them one more chance, at least.
Still, to make sure that she had made amends with Boom, Inferno slowly sank through her knees until she was almost flat on the ground, when she realised how much greater in size she was than Courage, as she struggled to see the Pink Pup, despite knowing where she had to look; but she quietly called out to him, correcting herself every time she felt Boom's penetrating gaze on the back of her head.
It took her some time to find Courage, as the Pup was continuously moving out of her line of sight, until she quietly sighed, and started to speak slowly and calmly to the little Pup, apologising for saying something that she did not realise would hurt him so; but she hoped he could forgive her for her ignorance and her unintended insensitivity, promising him that she would do better from now on.
As Courage slowly stepped out from behind Nox's legs, who warmly smiled as she told him how well he was doing, and that Inferno truly meant every word she said, only she was not stunned into silence, in awe at this heartfelt apology from the battle-hardened Dragoness; for in the years that she knew her Captain, there had been far too many times that Inferno said the right words at the wrong time.
Although the appearance of the massive ruby-red Dragoness before him still terrified Courage to his core, the warm smile Inferno wore on her face swiftly made him feel at ease, and with every step he took, he quivered ever so slightly less; and when their snouts almost touched, Courage could see in her eyes a familiar and old anger over past wrongs, but he saw kindness, warmth, and hope, as well.
While he understood it would take him a long time to stop being this scared of Dragons, having been taught from a young age to be wary of any that crossed his path, Courage started to wag his tail as he gently licked Inferno's snout, before he barked twice; and although he figured that some part of him would always be afraid of their kind, his friends and the name Boom gave him meant more to him.
But while the others were incredibly relieved to see Courage accepting Inferno's apology, she never realised how sensitive the scales on her snout were, and she was narrowly able to keep herself from laughing; but after she snapped her head aside, she sneezed, and shot out a great bolt of fire that just missed the others, who jumped up in surprise, and felt the immense heat from many hooves away.
Fortunately, Inferno's quick thinking meant that nobody was hurt, and nothing was damaged, save for a couple of boulders that laid some distance away, though it did make her somewhat averse to such a gentle touch as Courage briefly licking her snout; and she got up from the ground, but as she stood upright to dust herself off, her enormous size startled Courage yet again, and he slowly retreated.
The sight of such a small Pink figure backing away in fear gripped Inferno's heart, and she quietly apologised to the others, nervously admitting that she had never before seen herself in a situation like this; and the others heard Inferno started to get choked up as she let out a deep sigh, before she said that while her size helped her in a fight, she clearly knew very little outside of battle.
But just as she turned away, as if to reject herself before the others could, they sweetly said:
"You can still learn, for it is not too late, and we can teach you, if you wish."
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Boomlord from @thedumbguywithaheart43
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I know I said I wasn’t doing fics anymore, but I might as well share some little things that I think of on occasion.
Another Discord drabble, dogman Eden/wolf in heat fem reader. Dubcon on PC’s end rather than Eden’s, pregnancy.
Hnnnn dogdude Eden on the brain again.
Like he lives out as a stray in the woods, defending his cave to the best of his abilities against wolves as he tries to live in peace.
Town is too hostile and he hates being trapped in the shelter so out here is his only option. He prefers it, there's less noise to assault his ears, no car fumes to make him sneeze.
He's had one or two wolves come up to him while in heat, but kicked them all to the curb because he knew getting caught with any of them would be a death sentence.
The most recent one just won't listen, though. She's insistent on having him, refusing to go back to her pack and spending all day and night outside of his cave howling for him to come mount her
He's half tempted to just go out there, drag her to the river and dump her in to see if the cold will shock her out of it, but she gets so grabby whenever he approaches. He hasn't been able to hunt with her pestering him, too.
He's uncomfortably hard on top of that. The scent of a female in heat keeps him constantly ready to go, even if he doesn't want to be. She knows this, has tried wrestling him to the ground and slipping him in while her thighs are around his waist.
Worst of all is the sleep deprivation. He can't close his eyes, can't give her a chance to sneak in and try again.
But he can't stay away forever, and so sleep he does. Exhausted, starving, aggravated to all hell, he lets his eyes close and drifts off when he thinks that she's sleeping too.
And maybe she was, but she definitely woke up first. The wolf slithered right up close, trying to push him into his back or at least pry his legs away from his chest to get as his cock, all hidden away. Why did he have to sleep all curled up? Couldn't he have just let her have him?
She fails to hold her temper, scratching, biting, growling and maybe punching at him until he wakes up in a panic.
Eden almost feels guilty, seeing her crying as he pins her to the rocky floor of his cave. Still, she gyrates her hips up, trying to get him inside as he holds her still just to stop the assault.
Just once, he promises to himself. Just once, then she can leave and he can panic about being killed by whatever pack siblings or parents she has.
The crying stifles, becoming curious whimpers as he lowers himself down, carefully lining his leaking prick up with her cunt. Eden doesn't let her hands go. Doesn't lower his neck to be marked, doesn't even look her in the eye as he pushes himself in. He doesn't want to touch her as much as possible.
Just quick, in, knot, out, force her to leave. That's the plan
... for about five minutes
She's much nicer when she isn't begging. Much less annoying. It gives him a chance to appreciate everything he's been willfully ignoring. Like how lovely her hair looks, how soft the fur of her tail feels against his thighs, how her neck is just so criminally bare.
It's just the hormones, he reasons. He's deep inside now, she's doing most of the work just pushing her hips against his. He doesn't want to move himself, that would be like admitting that it feels good.
His hips still kick, an instinctual want to ram in as hard as possible.
So he does. He gives in, turns his brain off and just pounds the little wolf as much as he can before his knot swells too much and he finds himself stuck, her pussy clenching around him and milking him for all he's worth.
He'd collapsed onto her at some point, let go of her hands to support himself. His necks all marked up now, hers has few bites. He slipped up he doing it at all, but resisting her at all was important. Sent a message that he wasn't her mate, she couldn't stay.
Or should have.
2 pups later and another brood on the way and she's still here, still snuggling up to his side and still eating his damn deer.
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Expectations When Expecting (Prologue)
Chapter 13
Chapter 14:
By the time she opens her eyes, she is in a different, much eerier place: the group was standing before an empty cottage in the center of a dark forest. She shivers, every part of her tingling as if giving her a warning. Something evil is here... her gut protested as she looked at the boys, whose eyes were fixated upon the old cottage.
"So this is the Dwarfs' Mine..." Deuce stated in awe. "Long ago, this mine was flush with magestones."
She felt as Grim's small body pressed against her leg in a small attempt at achieving comfort. "Urgh... Who knows what lurks in there now?" He grumbled. Yuu looked down to notice the fluffier looking version of Grim. Oh, poor thing.
She picked up Grim (a way to comfort him and to soothe her nerves. "I can't pinpoint it, but... This place feels strange. Almost... evil." She muttered.
Ace, slightly less visibly disturbed, rolled his eyes in falsified confidence and he gestured toward the haunting cottage.
"Look, I can see a house. Let's see what the people there have to say." He announced, making his way to the doorway.
Yuu felt the old creaking of gears as the door handle turned, and the scraping of the wooden door against the rotting floorboards. Almost immediately, her senses were assaulted with the scent of mold, making her stomach turn. She swallowed a gag, scrunching up her nose distastefully.
Grim jumped from her arms, opting to look around as well, curiosity replacing his earlier unease. He sniffed around whittled wooden figurines.
Ace and Deuce made their way inside, seemingly unphased by the scent of moisture, looking around.
"Hellooo? Is anybody home...?" The dark haired boy called, inspecting the halls for any evidence of the residents. "Must be empty. It looks like it's been abandoned." He concluded.
Yuu slowly made her way inside, attempting to combat the effects of her nausea. She turned to look at her cat monster, who appeared to be about to collide with a spider's web.
"Bwah! I got a spider web on my face!" Grim yelped before sneezing, attempting to get the web off of his nose. She rolled her eyes, walking carefully in the direction of the cat monster, pulling on her long, gray sleeve to wipe the web off of him.
"You've got to be more careful in these things.Geez." She scolded, her eyes twinkling in amusement. "You got lucky that you didn't walk into a spider's nest. The egg sacks are harder to remove." She remarked, as Grim squirmed slightly in her grip.
There was an impressed whistle from behind her, Ace inspecting the miniature furniture in the cottage. "Look how tiny these desks and chairs are. Did children live here?" He pondered before counting. "One, two... Seven! It's like a clown car in here." He remarked, going back to double check his count.
"When the mine was flourishing, this house must have been a lively place." Deuce remarked, earning a hum of agreement from Yuu.
"Well, this isn't getting us anywhere." Ace threw up his hands, impatient and exasperated. "If we're gonna find a magestone, it'll be inside the mine. Let's head inside and take a look"
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"I don't like this." Yuu spoke, staring into the gaping, pitch black hole that was known as the Dwarf's Mine.
"Oh, don't be such a wimp, it's not that bad." Ace rolled his eyes.
"You wanna go inside THERE? It's pitch black!" Grim argued, his tail puffing up again, glaring at the entrance.
"What, are you scared of the dark?" The ginger boy teased, his painted heart contracted slightly as he gave the cat monster a teasing smirk. "Pathetic."
This seemed to irk Grim, as he turned to hiss at Ace. "I'm not scared of anything!" He protested, before standing in a typical Brave Explorer fashion. "I'm taking the lead. You all follow me!"
Grim marched ahead, followed by Ace. Yuu, however, hesitated.
"Something doesn't feel right here..." She mumbled, caressing her belly protectively. She jumped slightly when she felt a poke on her side. She turned, bristling at whoever had just touched her.
"Hey. Are you coming?" Ah. It was Deuce. Her glare eased slightly, however, she shakily nodded.
"Yeah... let's go." She swallowed.
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She and Deuce rushed to catch up with the ginger haired boy and the cat monster, both of which were stupid enough to likely get themselves lost in less than five minutes. The pair reached the two idiots without much issue, thankfully.
Yuu trailed behind the group, mind fogging as she began to analyze their situation. She rubbed her stomach, examining the crooked stone walls as she heard the old creaking of the wooden supports of the mine shaft. She shivered at the sudden cold draft, looking around anxiously.
She looked ahead, seeing a strange, see-through figure disappear into the stone walls that she left behind. She blinked, attempting to turn her attention back to the boys that walked ahead of her.
"Yuu." She stopped for a moment. Was that just her name? She shook her head, shrugging her shoulders to try to calm herself. I'm probably just hearing things. She thought to herself, however, curled slightly inward as if protecting the precious life within her womb. I won't let anyone hurt you.
"Yuu..." She flinched slightly, recognizing that whisper. She felt her heart sink with fear, yet it stung anew with grief.
"... Anthony?" She breathed, furrowing her brows. She whipped her body around, desperate and curious to see where the voice came from. She took a step in the opposite direction, an almost mesmerized expression on her face.
Everything was fuzzy, as if she were in a trance. Yuu's mind was suddenly pulled out of that state as she felt a sudden yank at her arm, stumbling backward.
"Dude! The hell's wrong with you?!" Ace grumbled, dragging her back. She blinked for a moment, delicate features marred with confusion.
"What do you mean? What happened?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Nothing except for your scared ass trying to leave." Ace smirked, earning himself a glare.
"Shut up." She grumbled, smacking his hand off of her as she walked back to the group. She froze suddenly as she felt a familiar chill run up her spine. It was similar to what she'd felt as she entered Ramshackle dorm. Oh no...
"Huh? Hold up!" Deuce yelped, his eyes widening.
"What now?" Ace groaned, rolling his eyes.
"T-There's something there!" Deuce pointed, panicked eyes scanning the area in which two ghostly white beings faded into view, cackling excitedly. Grim gave a terrified yelp as he ran over to Yuu, cowering behind her legs.
"Hee hee hee hee! Visitors! The first in ten years!" The first smiled eerily.
"Do make yourselves at home... You can stay forever!" Wailed the second excitedly.
Yuu simply stared ahead, dumbfounded before sighing. "Of FREAKING course there are ghosts." She growled, done with the chaos.
Chapter 15
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The long-awaited fuku birthday celebration is here!! fic/art collab with @lycheeehehe !!!!
vanilla blogs please do not rb!!
New Beginnings
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When Ranpo handed the small cat to him, he had insisted that she was “hypo-allergenic”- saying it in a way that made him think Kunikida had put those words into his mouth, and surely wouldn’t cause any problems with his allergies, and perhaps he would be right in normal circumstances, but Fukuzawa cannot help but think he is somehow allergic to the hypo-allergenic cat. He can’t bring himself to mind very much.
As Fukuzawa stares down at the kitten in his lap, he cannot decide what to think. He is delighted, of course, cats being his favorite, this gift being so kind and thought out by the agency, but a small worry, found in the itch beginning at the back of his sinuses, begins to nag at him. He brushes it aside.
Regardless, she needs food. He carefully transfers the cat onto the cushion next to him, heart aching as she looks up with sad, questioning eyes. He shuffles into his small kitchen, digging around for the materials he always kept around in case a situation like this ever arose, or he happened to find a small cat abandoned on the side of the road that he could take in, or possibly even just pet- but his thoughts are cut short as the dull tickle suddenly burns through his nose, leaving him gasping as his nose wrinkles and his brow furrows, clamping his hands to the lower part of his face as he pitches forward with a small flurry of sneezes.
“hngkt! hi'ngxt! hiiih.. ngT.. aH'tsChh!” He can't help but groan quietly, sniffling as he rubs the itchy appendage. He continues to move around the room, preparing food, water, and something for himself- among a handful of tissues, until he's got everything he thinks he'll need. The kittens spent the time quietly napping where he had left her, and as he sits down, he can't help but fall in love even more as she stretches, yawning and looking up at him, and Fukuzawa knows he can ignore the sudden roughness in his throat, the itchiness all over his face, the buzzing feeling in his sinuses if it means living with her.
The kitten, smelling the food, hops down from her perch and onto the floor where he’s set the dish, stirring up fur that leaves him coughing roughly into his sleeve. When he recovers, wiping tears from his irritated eyes, she’s already finished, bowl empty and abandoned in place of his curtains. He watched diligently as she began to lower herself, tail flicking as she stalked the flowing fabric- then she pounces, rolling around with great joy. Fukuzawa remembers he had bought a small toy for her, as recommended by another customer, and with another odd sneeze he fetches it.
The second he returns, the toy in is hand is viewed with great interest. Eagerly, he sits on the floor, flicking the ribbon around as she approaches and starts chasing it around. He continues to play with her, amused as she attacks it, but suddenly aware of the dull itch shoots through his nostrils, and he pinches his nose between his unoccupied fingers, scared of disturbing the kitten as his lungs fill with air.
“nNgt-chhi! Ngxt! hIh-” the third is lost as his breath catches in his throat and he’s left coughing again. He takes a moment to recover, sniffling wetly, before his eyes return to the kitten. She seems unbothered, happily resuming play, but stops as she notices his loose sleeves, moving as he flicks his arm around, and changes her target, pursuing his arm instead. He laughs, but not wanting to ruin his clothes, he gently places his hands under her front legs and picks her up. She doesn’t resist, staring at him curiously as her paws dangle in the air. He brings her closer to his face, examining her fur pattern, his nose twitching with no ability to tend it. He wrinkles it in hopes of staving off the inevitable, but the action seems to interest the kitten, and she lifts a paw, setting it atop the bridge of his nose. The action sends him over the edge, and he’s thrown forward almost instantly, hands still tied with the cat, not trusting himself to put her down gently enough in time-
“sCHhiew! hiDt-schiew-a’Chht-uhh!” Fukuzawa blinks the allergic tears from his eyes just as the kitten begins to dislike her current circumstances. She begins to struggle, and he lets her, placing her back onto the floor where she scampers off- presumably to find something to play with. He sniffles and paws at his nose to little avail, forced to grab a tissue and clear his sinuses, giving a weak cough as he blows. He hears his phone ringing across the room, and picking it up is met with a “video call request.” He huffs. Ranpo had coerced him into giving up his flip phone in favor of a newer, modern one, and it had been nothing but confusion. He felt older than ever, fumbling with the controls to make it work.
His frustration is forgotten when he’s meet with the smiling faces of the Agency members. Dazai seems to be in control of the call, fidgeting with it while others half idle conversations in the back, and he calls them all to attention once he’s satisfied with the controls. They all beam at him, asking how his day was- he’d taken the day off, though it was no choice of his own, discussing the kitten with pride, eager to hear of how he’d liked the present. He’s told the story of how they came up with the whole thing, and Dazai says that he came up with it but then Ranpo butts in with the same, and Fukuzawa does not care either way because he is so overjoyed. He involentarily tunes out the conversation after awhile, mind wandering to the itch that seemed to revive at any moment that would be inconvenient. He wrinkles his facial features, but starving off the inevitable was useless.
"hHi-scHhi!"
"Bless you!" He half hears Dazai as his body gears up for another-
"NGch!" "Bless y-" "hid-schHhi!"
"Bless you!" He says again, sounding mildly impressed, while Yosano and Kunikida share a slightly worried look behind him. Fukuzawa sniffles, rubbing at his nose with the back of his wrist.
"President," Yosano begins, carefully choosing her words, "could you.. possibly be allergic to the kitten?" She's already gotten her answer, really, since his eyes have a tinge of redness to them and through the camera she can see a rawness to the underside of his nose where he'd scrubbed it with tissues.
Fukuzawa sniffles again, wetter, and hums. "It's possible," he silently winces at the congestion in his voice, "But it's alright. I like her." It did not have to be explained to any of them that this was the highest compliment he would ever give anything. The agency members- besides Dazai, who seemed to hold a strange interest in it, had been brimming with guilt seeing the state of the president, but now felt a sense of joy, even pride, seeing his obvious love for this gift. Ranpo spoke up, fumbling for the phone,
"Happy birthday, Fukuzawa."
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Little snippet inspired by @duskler-bell's centaur AU!
Featuring centaur fur yarn, Foolish and Tina friendship, and Karl who's asleep and is just kinda there. (I imagine this takes place before they've found Punz's antlers.)
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“What are you doing?” Foolish asks curiously, one evening while the three of them are sitting around the campfire after dinner. Karl’s already half-dozed off, having slipped into the form of a weird little bright blue and orange bunny thing with fangs and fluffy wings to nap beside Foolish’s haunches. Tina, on the other hand, is leaning against a nearby boulder, doing something with her hands that Foolish can’t quite make out.
“I’m spinning yarn,” Tina looks up at him with a smile, holding up her hands, which are full of… fluff? Familiar-looking fluff? Foolish tilts his head in confusion.
“Where’d you get wool from?” He asks, leaning closer to get a better look. Tina scoots over to him, lying against his side before showing him what she’s working on. Her bag is full of the familiar fluff, and in her hands is a small device that looks like it’s carved from whalebone, which she’s using to spin the fibers into a tight coil.
“It’s not wool,” She explains. “It’s some of your fur.”
Foolish blinks, still confused. “My fur?”
“From your back!” Tina explains further, reaching over to Foolish’s hindquarters and carefully plucking a tuft of loose undercoat from his fur. She holds it out to him and he takes it, feeling the fibers in his hands. He doesn’t have any sort of attachment to the fluff - he feels the same about it as he would his hair or his fingernails. Just something to be discarded and forgotten about.
Apparently, Tina thinks it’s important - at least she thinks it’s important enough to save in her bag, which is full to bursting with fluff. She takes the tuft back and places it with the others. “I’ve been saving your fur to spin into yarn since it’s so soft.” Tina thinks for a long moment, before looking up at Foolish. “That’s okay, right?”
“I mean, yeah,” Foolish nods, looking down at his legs with a shrug. “I’m not going to use it anymore and it’s coming off anyways. What are you going to make with the yarn?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” Tina runs her hand down the side of the spindle, placing a hand on the little ball of yarn collecting at the end. She holds it up and grabs another handful of fluff, twisting the spindle and dragging Foolish’s fur through her fingers to spin it into a tight little string. Foolish watches, fascinated, as his once-discarded fluff turns into yarn right in front of his eyes.
“I don’t think I’ll have enough for a sweater,” Tina looks down at her already collected fluff and her spun yarn. “There’s not enough and it’s almost summer anyways.”
“Karl would probably still wear it,” Foolish comments, flicking his tail at the dozing shapeshifter, who sneezes softly in his sleep, dragging a wing over his face like a blanket. “He loves sweaters.”
“I don’t want him to overheat, though,” Tina giggles, looking back at her yarn. “I’m thinking I’ll turn it into a hat, maybe, or a scarf - I know I want to save some of it and make something for your soulmate when we find him.”
“Oh, I think he’d love that!” Foolish grins, looking at the yarn. “Maybe a scarf for Punz, or a hat - I think he’d love a hat!”
“At hat is easy but I’ll have to measure around your antlers,” Tina thinks aloud with a giggle. “And add in some buttons and tries so you can get it on and off without it getting all tangled in them - because I think that’d be pretty annoying.”
Foolish nods with a laugh. “Yeah, centaurs don’t normally wear hats.”
“After that…” Tina looks through the yarn. “Maybe something decorative, too, like a fancy blanket for your back - or maybe a pair of socks for Karl while he’s in centaur form so he’ll stop scratching up his skin.”
“Definitely socks,” Foolish nods. “If I’m honest it’d probably feel a little weird to wear my own fur again after it’s fallen out - but I’d love to give some to Punz!” He pauses to think for a minute. “When we find him, do you think you could make something from his fur for me?”
Tina nods, beaming. “Yeah! I’d need a lot of fur though - depending on what you want.”
Foolish hums, thinking out loud. “You can turn yarn into felt, right?”
“Of course,” Tina nods. “At least, I think so. It’s been enough like wool so far so I assume I probably can.”
Foolish nods. “Okay… um… if we can felt it - can you make a little felt heart out of it?” He asks, reaching up to touch his shirt, directly over his chest. “I know that’s kind of weird and all but I want to… keep a part of him close to me, y’know? So if we get separated from each other again I’ll always be near him?”
“That’s not weird at all,” Tina assures him, fiddling around in one of her bags before producing a small glass bottle. Inside is a small amount of fluff, but a different color and texture than Foolish’s thick undercoat. It’s softer and lighter. “I have this from my pod,” Tina explains, holding it up to the light. “Just for… memories, I guess.”
Her expression falls for a moment, but Foolish doesn’t press her to keep talking, he only lays a hand on her shoulder in support, and she reaches over to pet Karl’s fluffy back for comfort.
While Foolish told both of them everything about Punz, Tina is a bit more… reserved about what happened to her. Foolish knows she had a pod - but he’s not sure what happened to them or why she left - and he has no idea what happened between her and her fairy parent that caused her to leave all of that behind and start anew in the human world. She doesn’t seem to want to share what happened, so Foolish leaves it alone, but tries to let Tina know he’s always willing to listen, even if he doesn’t always understand.
The moment is broken when Karl sneezes again - this time so hard he wakes himself up with a jolt, hopping to his feet and tensing like he’s prepared for a fight. Tina and Foolish both laugh at the sight of him, still in tiny weird winged rabbit form, ready to battle any nearby intruders.
He stares at the both of them with mock offense in his eyes for a few minutes, thumping his feet loudly to let his displeasure be known, before rolling back over and burying himself in Foolish’s side to instantly go back to sleep.
Tina smiles at Foolish. “I definitely could make something like that for you - it shouldn’t be too difficult.”
Foolish nods and smiles back, imagining the feeling of his soulmate’s fur against his skin, always there to remind him that he’s here, he’s alive, and Foolish is never ever letting them get separated ever again.
A few years later, after an added couple of months of healing and a lot of anxious time spent learning how to be around each other and love one another again (and plenty of reassurances and head-rubs from Foolish to Punz over his empty antler-beds), Foolish is finally, finally blessed with the small heart-shaped felt that Tina promised him.
And it’s better than he ever could have imagined.
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Two Immortal Friends
The last time, Khaevis had travelled great distances, had been centuries ago when she had come off age herself and her own mother had chased her out of her territory. Khaevis had flown day and night, searched far and low until she found a territory suiting her own needs, far away from her mother's hunting grounds as attempting to best her would have been a foolish endeavour.
However, even then those long travels, Khaevis had done as a dragon, relying on her powerful wings to carry her around and her flaming breath to catch her food and defend herself against enemies. An adolescent dragon had few things to fear, outside of larger, more experienced dragons and their inexperience.
This kind of travel was unlike anything Khaevis had ever done before. Naturally, she could shape change. All dragons could. However, Khaevis had never done it for this long or regularly. Walking on two legs instead of four, not having access to her wings and having her tail shortened was hard to stomach. It felt insulting to her and uncomfortable like holding in a sneeze.
However, it was a necessary evil if she meant to find those, who had taken her daughters from her. At least the group of adventurers, she was travelling with, seemed alright. Even so, Khaevis was cautious as to not reveal her true identity. She had heard far too many tales of greedy adventurers, plundering dragon caves for their gold and slaying them for their blood, scales and horns.
The dragon did her best not to think about such things. Khaevis had just returned from a hunt in the woods. Ever since the last great battle, the Little Light Inn had been freed of its necessary protection through a barrier of moonlight. The bad shadows had left, which allowed Khaevis to hunt again. Good. The days guarding the camp as a Dragonborn had made her skin crawl.
Her muzzle and paws were coated in sticky blood and the gores of a deer, she had slain. Stepping to a nearby river just on the west side of camp, Khaevis knelt down on the brook and dunked her claws into the cool water. Splashing sounds made her turn her head and surprise flooded her senses.
She wasn't the only creature, who had chosen to take a bath in the cleansing current of the river. A tall, muscular woman with ivory pale skin, reminiscent of the silvery-blue hide of some fish in colour was standing in the waters. Her hair was a blur of white-blond in Khaevis' eyes. She could dimly make out the piercing blue eyes, which seemed focused on tending towards the large white wings. Their tips glowed just like the blue glow worms of her old cave did.
However, it was the smell of ancient rocks, freshly fallen snow and cold steel, which gave her away. Khaevis stepped closer, not caring that her muzzle was dripping gore. "Aylin?", she asked with a dark reverberating undertone to her voice, "Is that you, pretty bird?" The dragon's pupils trembled as they wandered over the fine, pattern-like scars, spreading across Dame Aylin's face and body. Her nostrils puffed out smoke and her chops pulled back in a low growl. "What has been done to you?!"
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Good LORD, this one got away from me.
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Aszhe sneezed and stifled a sniffle as she huddled beneath the archway leading into the city. An arm's length away, the rain poured down, and a fine mist of it dampened her hair and cloak.
She was hungry. She was cold.
She was scared.
They still haven't come. This was where we were supposed to meet, and they still haven't come.
Lightning flashed overhead, and thunder cracked deafeningly a split second later; she folded her ears back and clapped her hands over them, curling in on herself with a whimper.
Where were her sisters?
We never should have split up…
"Fate works in mysterious ways as of late, it seems."
The man's voice startled Aszhe, and she reflexively leapt away, bristling fearfully as her hand sought her dagger; rather than trying to make a grab for her, though, he merely watched impassively, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.
"Wh-what do you want?" She choked out, trying to sound fierce but only sounding fearful as her voice cracked and trembled. "I-I-I don't have any money, so if that's what you want, you can move along, a-and if you think you're going to sell me…!"
"I've no need for money, and I detest slavery," he replied quietly, "but you look as though you are in need of a kindness, and I find myself in need of an assistant for a task you may be uniquely suited to."
Aszhe's tail twitched, and the nape of her neck prickled as she sized the man up; he was much taller than her, and even beneath his heavy cloak she could make out his lithe and athletic build. Still, she was sure she could outrun him if need be, even if she couldn't kill him.
"…What sort of 'task'?" She asked warily, shivering and lashing her tail as another gust of wind blew past.
"I've recently assumed guardianship of a pair of orphans - leopard kittens much like yourself." Her ears perked up at that, though she remained wary. "But they are still quite small, and need more care and guidance than I alone can give them, particularly when I must travel for my work."
He fixed her with an uncanny red gaze… but his expression was soft. Unguarded.
If he was lying, he was very, very good at it. But if he was not…
Could he have found some of her missing kin?
Aszhe looked away, letting go of her dagger and wrapping her arms around herself instead. If she left, then she might not find her sisters again… but if she stayed…
"There's no need to be frightened. All I ask is an hour of your time, no more." His expression softened further, into a small but genuine smile. "Should you change your mind, no one will force you to stay, and I will send you on your way with whatever you require."
It's only an hour.
"…Okay," she agreed, after a moment of consideration.
Just one hour. That's all.
"Come along, then. My carriage is waiting."
Clutching her cloak tightly around her shoulders, Azshe fell into step with the man as he turned to walk away; the brisk pace helped to warm her up a bit, at least, and by the time they reached the imposing black carriage waiting at the end of the street, she was even sweating a little - although that could easily have been nerves, as well. When his footman opened the door and he motioned her in, she only hesitated for a moment before climbing inside and settling on one of the upholstered benches, sitting stiffly upright with her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
The man sat across from her, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs at the knee as he folded his hands. For what felt like a long time, he said nothing, merely sitting in contemplative silence.
"…May I have your name?" She finally asked, twisting the hem of her cloak in her hands.
"Of course, how rude of me. My apologies," he replied, inclining his head towards her; "my name is Folken Fanel. And yours?"
"Aszhe."
Now he studied her carefully. "And may I ask how long you've been waiting at the city gates, Aszhe?"
"…Three days and three nights." She looked down at the carriage floor. "I had a room at an inn, but my horse only bought me seven nights there."
"So you've been alone here for ten days? It must have been quite lonely, and frightening for one so young."
She half-shrugged, lifting her gaze to look out the window. "It's not so different from the forest, really. And I'm almost fourteen."
"I see," he smiled, "and may I ask what brought you to this place?"
Now Aszhe had to close her eyes and take a breath to steady herself. When she spoke again, her voice was small and uncertain. "…I went with my older sisters to the city for errands. And then… and then we got word that there had been a forest fire…"
Her voice threatened to crack.
"…We all rushed home as fast as we could, but by the time we got back to the village, there wasn't anything left…"
Just burnt-out husks of homes and some charred bones.
*…So we buried the people we could find, and - and then we split up to look for the rest. We were supposed to search the country for six months, and then meet back here at the city gates, but…" her voice hitched and she sucked in a sharp breath, feeling tears stinging in her eyes; she scrubbed them away with the back of her hand. "I've been waiting all this time…"
"You have my most sincere apologies, Aszhe. I can see that this has weighed heavily on you."
"That's why - that's why I decided to come with you, because… because if there's a chance of finding even a little piece of my family… I have to take it."
There was a flicker of pain in Folken's eyes, and sadness shadowed his smile as he looked away. "I understand."
Do you? She wondered, though she didn't dare speak that thought. How could he - or anyone - possibly understand?
The sound of tearing fabric filled the small cabin as her worrying finally took its toll on her cloak's hem; with a small gasp, she reflexively let go of the garment, curling her hands into tight fists and resting them on her knees. With her ears pinned back and her cheeks burning with embarrassment, she fixed her gaze firmly on the floor and sat stiffly.
She thought she heard a quiet little chuckle from Folken, but the sound was lost in the rattling of the carriage wheels before she could be sure.
Neither of them said another word for the remainder of the ride.
Nor did she look up from the floor, until another, deeper sound reached her ears - a soul-deep thrumming that vibrated through her chest and immediately had her snapping to attention. For a moment, she forgot her company and her manners, shifting her weight onto one knee as she half-rose and braced her hands on the carriage windowsill to peer outside, wide-eyed, at the source of the sound.
"Oh…" Azshe breathed as she looked up… and up… and up, until the roof got in the way and she could look no further.
"You've never seen a floating fortress before, I take it," Folken said with a hint of amusement; "neither had the kittens, when they first arrived here."
"No, I've seen them," she replied, sitting back once more but still staring out the window in awe. "Just. Only on the horizon, before. Never this close. Are they all this big?"
"No, most are much smaller. This is the largest fortress in the fleet, and it is under my command."
Azshe's head whipped around and her tail puffed up in surprise; Folken only smiled softly.
The carriage jostled to a halt.
This time, when the footman opened the door, Folken disembarked before her, extending a hand to her; tentatively, she placed her hand in his, letting him steady her as she hopped to the ground. Now, unobstructed by the carriage roof, she craned her head back to take in the full scope of the immense fortress, until it dissolved into shadows, lost in the clouds.
"We're really going all the way up there…?"
"We are."
From the carriage, they stepped aboard a small levistone shuttle; Azshe had to look up, because she found that if she looked down at the retreating ground, her stomach churned too fiercely and her knees threatened to buckle, and it simply wouldn't do to be sick and faint in front of her strange host.
(The weightless feeling that accompanied their ascent nearly turned her stomach, regardless.)
Somehow, though, she maintained her composure long enough for the shuttle to dock; then it was only a matter of following Folken through the fortress' winding corridors, riding several enclosed lifts along the way, until they reached what seemed to be the very top.
Every moment made her more anxious, until she could barely hide the way her hands shook as she accompanied him down that last stretch of corridor, through an ornate mechanical door, and…
"Girls," he raised his voice only slightly as he stepped into the neatly-furnished chamber beyond; "come out of your hiding spot, I've brought someone I would like you to meet."
There was the faintest rustle of movement from an adjoining room; Azshe turned towards it just in time to see -
"Belubelu! Narunaru!"
She broke and ran, even as the two kittens bolted for her with arms outstretched. Dropping hard to her knees, she snatched them close in an embrace so fierce her joints creaked; they held just as tightly to her, burying their faces against her shoulders and digging their tiny little claws into her back.
She didn't dare even think of rebuking them, not when they were wailing so piteously.
Not when she was crying, now, too.
"You're all right… you're all right… Oh, thank the goddess, you're all right…" Azshe wept, holding her mother's sister's kittens close and rocking them until their own sobbing died down.
She'd lost everyone else, and now…
"Did Lord Folken bring you here to stay?" Belubelu asked timidly.
"Please say you'll stay," her twin, Narunaru, added.
She thought her heart might break again.
"…Of course I'll stay," she whispered hoarsely, giving the girls one last squeeze before sitting back on her heels to appraise them, watching as they settled on the floor to scrub the tears from their little faces. They both looked healthy, and their clothes were neat and clean (albeit getting a bit snotty now, as they wiped their hands dry.
It was the golden twin who graced her with their first smile, watery as it was, as she announced that the two of them had been given new names.
"Lord Folken gave them to us after he saved us!" She chirped, "he said they would make us lucky!"
"Lucky, huh?" Azshe smiled back shakily, reaching out to ruffle Belubelu's fluffy yellow mane. "What names did he give you?"
The kitten just giggled, halfheartedly trying to duck away from the teasing. "He named me Eriya!"
"And he named me Naria!" Her twin beamed, then; "You should let him give you a new name, too, so you can be lucky like us!"
Despite herself, Azshe laughed softly. "You think so?"
The twins - Eriya, Naria - nodded enthusiastically, before their attention was drawn to the sound of footsteps crossing the tiled floor. Almost immediately, they were on their feet, bounding to greet Folken even as she, too, rose up and turned to face him, watching as he briefly went down on one knee to embrace them.
For a moment, her heart ached.
Then he was rising back to his feet, an the twins were scampering back to her to wrap their arms around her waist, one on either side; she rested her hands on their backs, and turned her attention towards Folken.
"So, what say you, Azshe?" He asked quietly. "Will you accept a new name, and a place in my retinue as these girls' caretaker?"
This time, there was no hesitation as she met his gaze. "Yes."
"It pleases me to hear that." For the first time since she'd met him, his smile reached his eyes, as he held his hand out to her; lifting her own hand from Eriya's back, she closed her fingers around his. "Welcome home, Azrael."
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Author: Rose Daughter
Prompts: Lady and the Tramp. “You make me brave.” Hurricane.
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Lacey and the Tramp
Woof! Grr-uff! Ruff! Ruff! Woof!
Gold rouses slowly. The obnoxious baying of the dog sounds like it could be coming from right outside their bedroom window. He groans, groping for the clock on the bedside table. He brings it an inch away from his face, the electric green numbers burning into his retinas. Half past two. Lovely. He has three hours before his wife forces him to enjoy yet another sunrise at gunpoint. He squints into the darkness, finding Belle’s silhouette on the other side of the bed.
No, not Belle. His bleary vision is yanked into sharp focus.
Lacey is face first in her pillow, breathing deep and even, her legs entwined with his beneath the bed linens. She is as unbothered by the incessant barking as she is by him wrenching back the sliver of blanket that is rightfully his. He only shuts his eyes for a moment, but hours must slip past. When he opens them again, the night sky has sweetened to the muted blue of dawn and the mattress beside him is vacant. Belle – Lacey, damn it – is a tiny furnace, and the entire bed feels cold without her in it.
“You must dream a lot,” he’d told her once, as he warmed his hands against her bare back. They lay in a drowsy tangle on the settee in the Dark Castle’s library.
She’d given him a bemused look.
“You’ve never heard that? I suppose it was just something my aunts told me,” he said, and she’d giggled as his talons tickled up her spine. “Dreaming keeps you warm at night.”
Belle had grinned. “Certain types of dreams, at least.”
This memory bleeds into a dream of his own; a bittersweet dream of blue linen dresses, and silver slippers, and a hurricane of slobber dripping, dripping, drip– wait, what?
Gold’s eyes snap open. He is looking directly into the wiry grey muzzle of a scruffy, slavering mutt. Lacey’s head pokes up into his line of sight.
“Look what I found in the backyard. I think he tunneled under the fence.”
The dog hops off the bed, leaving a trail of muddy paw prints over the paisley bedspread. Gold jolts upright, swiping at his damp face. His mind has informed his body that it is awake and annoyed, and very little else.
“Lacey, the mud,” he moans, agonized.
“Oh, whatever. That will wash out,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“Why would you bring that thing in here? You don’t know where it’s been!”
“I do know where he’s been. He’s been wandering the streets, freezing and starving.”
Gold swings his legs over the side of the bed, grimacing when the dog’s wet, whiskery snout bumps against his knee. Flecks of dirt fly from its tail with every wag. He rubs at one eye with the heel of his hand. His lids feel like someone has poured treacle on them. And then, like the tuning of a radio dial, the background noise of Lacey’s voice becomes discernible.
“– does look pretty scrawny. Nothing a little fattening up won’t cure. I’ll phone the animal clinic and schedule an appointment, just to be safe.” She strokes beneath the mutt’s chin with two fingers. “What should we name him?”
“Name him?” Gold sneers. “We’re not keeping it.”
“Why the hell not?”
“I’m allergic,” he says, without missing a beat.
She looks less than convinced. “That’s very convenient. You’ve never mentioned that before.”
“It never came up.”
“What about the first time I cooked you dinner? I asked if you had any allergies and all you said was that shellfish gives you hives.”
…is he being bloody cross-examined?
“I hadn’t any cause to expect roasted labrador on the menu.”
Lacey folds her arms over her chest. “You’re such a rotten liar.”
“I am not.”
“Are so. You haven’t had so much as a sniffle since I brought him in.”
“That’s because he’s kept his distance.”
“Get a little closer, then,” she says, casually, but her eyes flash with challenge.
“I’m not going to touch it. Do you want to see me get sick?”
“I want you to prove it to me.”
Gold entertains the idea of faking a sneezing fit, but figures that’s a shred of dignity he isn’t willing to part with. Yet.
“I’m not allergic,” he admits, after a long moment.
“Thought so. There’s no real reason we can’t keep him.”
Belle grins – no, not Belle, not Belle. But it is Belle’s smile; tart with the confidence of someone who believes every debate is hers to take. Not Belle, not Belle, not Be–
He vaults off the bed to shoo the mutt away from the expensive pair of leather oxfords he’s begun to nose at. He gives Lacey a weary glare.
“It’ll scratch up my furniture.”
She looks even less impressed by this change of tactic. “And? Your furniture is hideous.”
“It’s our furniture,” he quickly backpedals.
“You just said ‘my’.”
“I’ve had half of this longer than your grandparents have been alive!”
“And it looks it,” she says, pointing an accusatory finger at a chair upholstered with purple and teal palmettes. “That must predate the fall of the Ottoman Empire.”
How can he explain to her that she picked out that very armchair at a bazaar in Agrabah?
Gold throws up his hands. “Fine! We’ll get rid of the dog and the chair!”
“This is ridiculous.”
“You’re ridiculous. For Christ's sake, Lacey, put some pants on. I can’t argue with someone while they’re pants-less.”
In all fairness, he thinks the pajama top she’s currently swimming in might be longer than some of her favorite dresses.
She snorts a laugh. “Find yourself in that position a lot, do you?”
“Since you moved in? Yes.”
“Stop picking fights first thing in the morning, then.”
She fetches his dressing gown from the wardrobe and shimmies it on. The mutt nips and dances around her feet like an overeager boxer, engaged in a fierce showdown with her fuzzy pink house slippers.
“I mean it, dearie. I’m putting my foot down.”
“About whether or not I wear pants to bed?”
“About the dog.”
She kneels down and sinks her hands into the mutt’s coarse, pewter coat. He immediately burrows under her dressing gown, like a small child hiding behind his mother’s skirt.
Gold pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look, if you want a dog, I will get you a dog. But you’re not keeping this one. This thing is loud, and filthy, and doesn’t know how to behave. It can’t stay here.”
She simpers up at him, nuzzling her face against the mutt’s ruff. “I’m not well-behaved and you let me stay.”
His lips twitch in a way that most would mistake as the precipice of a scowl. But he knows Lacey can see the truth in the soft pull of his laughter lines. He’s trying not to smile.
“Yes, but you’re housebroken.”
Lacey’s smug expression gives way to a wheedling pout, sensing weakness. “Let him stay for one week. Like a trial run. And if he’s more trouble than he’s worth, he’ll be David Nolan’s problem. Just one week. Please, Gold.”
And, with those two little words, he’s in a different time and world. Belle stands before him, a litter of squirming puppies bundled to her breast, her cloak dripping puddles onto the flagstone of the great hall. Please, Rumple. Can’t they stay just one night? Just until this wretched storm passes…
He heaves a sigh. “You’re intolerable.”
“Is that a yes?”
“A tentative one.”
Lacey launches up and catches him by the collar of his pajama shirt, drawing him into a kiss. By the time she releases him, any remaining irritation has melted into a sweet, dazed smile.
“Tell you what, give me an hour to raid the pet supply store and then I’ll spend the rest of the morning thanking you properly.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll drive you.”
“Are you being gentlemanly, or do you still not trust me with the Cadillac?”
“You don’t want me to answer that.”
Lacey swats playfully at his chest. She huffs when she notices how his eyes keep returning to the muddy splotches on the blanket.
“It’s a bedspread, Gold. Stiff upper lip. You can put on a brave face.”
“I have no choice but to be brave. You would run roughshod over a weaker man.”
Lacey rolls her eyes, but a fond smile softens her features. She returns to the wardrobe, in search of a skirt that will give every man in PetSmart an aneurysm.
The mutt gives a high, keening whine and butts his mud-caked head against Gold’s leg again. He manages an indulgent smile, scratching gently behind one floppy ear. The mutt cocks his head to the side, his tongue lolling in a broad, goofy grin.
“Belle will love you when she comes back,” Gold murmurs.
He swallows down a lump in his throat when the darkness within him retorts, “If she comes back."
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