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there-must-be-a-lock · 4 years ago

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Blind Spot

Spencer Reid x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Word Count: 2640

Warnings: Hair pulling kink! Bucketloads of sexual tension but no actual sex. Gratuitous facts about bird nests. Dorks being oblivious. Lots of fluffy heart-eyed banter. Accusations of intercourse with fictional tree-beasts.

A/N: I saw a gif that made me want to pull Spencer’s hair. That’s it. I have zero shame.

For the “friends to lovers” square on my @cmbingo card! Proofread by @fangirlxwritesx67 because she’s the best.

“You look like you fucked an Ent,” you commented cheerfully, stealing sideways glances at Spencer while you waited for the light to change.

“Thanks, that’s helpful.” He grimaced, trying to tug another burr out of a snarled curl.

“Oh my god, you’re just making it worse! I’ll help you when we get back to your place. Leave it, you goober.”

“Did you just call me a goober?” Spencer asked, trying not to laugh.

“You’re like the dictionary definition of a goober,” you said fondly.

“I have three PhDs!”

“I really wish I’d gotten a video of that tumble, Doctor Goober.”

Spencer was blushing, grinning down at his lap as he shredded a piece of leaf. It was hard not to stare at him when he smiled like that.

He’d essentially face-planted into a burr bush earlier, somewhere in the Virginia woods — he’d been so excited about explaining some wonky bit of Star Trek physics theory to you that he just forgot to pay attention to his feet — and he’d floundered out with half a hedge stuck in his hair before picking up exactly where he’d left off.

In other words, Doctor Spencer Reid was a ridiculous human being. You knew that, objectively. It didn’t stop you from having a massive crush on him.

Either he was pretending not to notice, to spare your feelings, or he was socially oblivious; you tended to believe the former, considering how well you’d seen him read other people, but you appreciated it. There was a chance you’d make it out of this — if you could just get over it already — with your friendship intact.

You cleared your throat and told him, “You look like the bastard child of Grandmother Willow and the Wizard of Oz scarecrow.”

“Even if they were real, the anatomical —”

“You didn’t mention that when I brought up the Ents. Something you want to tell me about you and Treebeard?”

“You’re ridiculous,” he huffed, trying to sound exasperated, but he could barely keep a straight face for a second before he was laughing, that scratchy sunny childish giggle that only came out when he was really relaxed and carefree.

“Close the window before a bird sees you and decides to take up residence.”

“How about you watch the road?”

“What, no facts about bird nests?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?”

“Nope.”

“Well in that case… gyrfalcon nests are frequently re-used and passed along for generations. The oldest one that’s been discovered was in Greenland, and it was actually estimated to be approximately 2,500 years old.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes! In fact…”

You had to remind yourself, yet again, to stop staring.

Maybe someday you’d get sick of hearing Spencer talk, but you couldn’t really understand the way most of your teammates reacted to his rambling. Even if you didn’t care about what he was saying, there was something amazing about the way his eyes lit up and his hands fluttered around to illustrate his point.

You parked in front of his building and followed him upstairs. His apartment had become comfortingly familiar — ever since you and Spencer bonded over a shared love of sci-fi, you’d taken to driving him home and, if it wasn’t too late, sticking around for an episode or two of Doctor Who.

He got his ancient little DVD player up and running, and you settled on the couch, fluffing pillows and shoving aside his nest of colorful crocheted blankets, getting cozy. There was something about Spencer’s space that always felt like home; maybe it was the smell of books, or just the general Spencer-ness of the whole place.

Just being around him had always kinda felt like home, too. Sometimes you forgot you’d only known him for six months.

He disappeared into his room for a second and came back with a comb. It was cheap plastic, missing a couple teeth, and looked like it hadn’t been used in a while. You looked from him to the comb and back again.

“That actually explains a lot,” you said, grinning. Spencer rolled his eyes and sat down on the floor in front of you, leaning back against your shins, and after a dismayed glance at his curls, you commented, “We could always just shave it all off.”

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer,” he said primly.

You started with a couple of the less tangled pieces, finger-combing carefully through one soft lock at a time. You half-expected some comment about primates and social grooming, or at least a few facts about the quantum theory behind the TARDIS, but Spencer was uncharacteristically quiet and still, his eyes fixed on the TV.

You separated out one of the worst knots, and he tilted his head to the side to give you better access. You were being as gentle as possible, but you knew you were hurting him at the first tug — he sucked in a breath, knuckles going white as his fingers clenched on his knees.

“Sorry, I’m trying,” you sighed.

With his head tilted like this, you could see the muscle clenching in his jaw and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“S’okay,” he whispered hoarsely. “It’s not — not your fault.”

He sat there stiffly as you worked. His hair was silky, where it wasn’t hopelessly knotted, and you were close enough that you could smell whatever clean, sweet shampoo he used. Something about it made you want to hold your breath; it felt like you were too close. Spencer rarely let you inside his little bubble of personal space.

Maybe that was why he seemed uncomfortable. He was usually so fidgety, tapping out a rhythm or twirling a pen between his long fingers, and it was strange to see him motionless like this.

You ran your fingers through a de-tangled section, slow and careful, and Spencer shivered, his shoulders trembling for a moment before he went unnaturally still again.

Spencer blurted out, “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”

At the same time, you asked, “Are you cold?”

You paused for a moment, surprised by the reaction, but after hesitating, Spencer just muttered, “Yeah. Cold.”

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were missing something. It was too warm, if anything; Spencer had a patchy flush crawling up his neck and over the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones.

“Here you go, goober,” you said, awkwardly cheerful in an attempt to cover your uncertainty as you grabbed an afghan from the couch and draped it around his shoulders.

“Thanks.” He pulled the blanket down onto his lap without looking at you. “But maybe I should just do this myself.”

“You’re never gonna get this loose on your own, not without scissors,” you warned, plucking at the knot around the last burr in his hair. “I’ll just, um — I’ll try to be more gentle.”

“Maybe just go for it,” he said. “Get it over with.” His voice had gone all high-pitched and strained, like he was on the verge of a panic attack. If this was how much he disliked physical contact, no wonder he always avoided hugging you.

You tried to go quickly, figuring that one quick moment of pain was better than another ten minutes of making Spencer uncomfortable. In your nervousness, you ended up tugging the burr out much more abruptly than you’d intended, and Spencer let out this rough, low, choked-off sound. Before you could apologize, he was jerking away from you, curled in on himself with his shoulders up around his ears like he was worried you were going to hit him, and —

“Sorry,” he said, voice cracking.

— what?

“Spence?” you said tentatively. “What—”

He was still just curled up on the floor in a ball of gangly limbs, but he half-turned to you, twisting around. He wouldn’t make eye contact, though; he was staring intently at the pillow that was on the couch next to you. It felt weird, looking down at him like this, so you slid down onto the floor, hoping it wouldn’t spook him. He shifted back slightly, but at least he didn’t flinch away.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t — this was a bad idea.”

The profiler in you couldn’t help but notice a few details. He was blushing, for starters. His lower lip was red where he’d been biting it, and — this was the part that surprised you most — his pupils were huge.

You knew what Spencer looked like when he was panicking, and this wasn’t it.

“Oh,” you breathed. “Oh.”

He looked down at his lap, frowning as he played with the loose thread in the cuff of his sweater.

“Sorry,” he repeated. “I know you don’t feel the same way, I wasn’t trying to — I didn’t realize it would be like that, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, and—”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable! I shouldn’t have asked—”

“I don’t feel the same way about what?”

“I know you’re not attracted to me,” Spencer said, barely audible.

“You’re… you…what?”

He looked up, at that, genuinely startled. There was something sweet and vulnerable shining in his eyes, and your heart was racing. You slid a little bit closer, so that your knees were almost touching Spencer’s as you faced each other, cross-legged.

“I thought you knew.” His hushed, croaky voice broke on the last word. “I thought I was being obvious.”

You gaped at him for a second before letting out a sharp, hysterical giggle.

He ducked his head again, hiding behind a curtain of hair, but not before you saw the hurt expression that flashed across his features.

“No, that’s not—” you blurted out. “Spence. Spencer.”

“Forget it,” he said sharply, his body going tense like he was about to bolt. “Can we just forget this happened?”

Before you could think better of it, you reached out and pushed a few curls back behind his ear, and then you grabbed, twisting your fingers in his hair to tug him forward. You cut off the startled noise he made with a clumsy, eager kiss.

The angle was all wrong, both of you leaning forward awkwardly, but it felt like sparks all down your spine.

You pulled away just far enough to get the words out: “I thought I was being obvious.”

Then Spencer was surging closer on his hands and knees, crowding into your space, until you had a lapful of rumpled doctor pressing you back against the couch. He cupped your jaw with gentle spidery fingers, gaze locked on your mouth, and leaned in slowly like he was still waiting for you to push him away.

There was nothing awkward about it this time. If the first kiss was sparks, this was fireworks — it was such a goddamn cliche you wanted to kick yourself for thinking it, but it was true. Your head was spinning. Every pillowy press of his lips and soft slide of his tongue seemed to steal the breath from your lungs.

By the time you broke apart you were panting, but at least you weren’t the only one. Spencer’s chest heaved as he pulled away. He was still staring at your mouth like he couldn’t help himself. Part of you wanted to kiss him again and maybe never stop, but another part of you was paralyzed, trying to process the fact that this was actually happening.

You just wanted to put the world on pause so that you could memorize everything: the way he licked his lips, the smell of his laundry detergent, the barely-perceptible movement of his pulse — you’d never seen that before because you’d never been this close to him before. You wanted to hold onto it, even the less-than-perfect details — the soundtrack of buzzy Dalek screeching in the background — the way you were folded together on the floor, all too-long legs and bony elbows, which was going to get uncomfortable fast.

Spencer seemed to feel the same way. He grazed the pad of his thumb over your lower lip, then followed the curve of your smile out to your temple and traced the shell of your ear with careful fingertips. When he brushed his curled-up fingers along the ridge of your cheekbone, you turned your head and kissed his knuckles.

His hand came to rest on your shoulder, and you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, holding it in place, feeling the blood and bones shifting under the skin.

“You really didn’t know?” you whispered.

He shook his head shyly and gave you one of those incandescent smiles that always made your heart race. “No idea.”

“I thought you were just ignoring it to spare my feelings,” you confessed.

“I thought you were doing that.”

“I thought you were good at your job!” you laughed. “Aren’t you supposed to be a genius or something?”

“I think I have a blind spot, where you’re concerned.” He was blushing again. “But I was so distracted by you that I walked into a bush! How did you not —”

“I’m the one who stares at you all the time like a creep.”

“You thought you were being creepy?” he said sheepishly. “As soon as you started touching my hair — oh my god that’s embarrassing.”

“That’s not the word I would’ve used.”

You tangled your fingers in his curls, tugging experimentally. His breath hitched.

Both of you were utterly still for a moment, watching each other, and the tension between you seemed to fill the air like a living thing. You were excruciatingly aware of all the places your bodies were touching.

You considered all the places you could touch. It would be so easy. You could tug him in, kiss him, melt into each other… there were so many possibilities, suddenly, and there was something incredible about that: the electricity, the excitement, the moment of pure potential in the pause between certainty and action.

Spencer sighed, long and shaky, and you were so close that you could feel the current of exhaled air.

“I couldn’t think straight,” he murmured, with a twitch of a smile. “That doesn’t happen to me often.”

“So you didn’t know…”

You scritched your fingernails down his scalp, marveling at the way he shivered and swayed closer like he was hypnotized. He curled his hand around the side of your neck, thumb slowly stroking the hinge of your jaw.

“I knew I liked it,” he confessed. “But — within a certain context? Not out of nowhere like that. I didn’t think it would be... like that.”

“Like what?”

“Intense.”

“Yeah?”

“But I think maybe it’s just you.” His eyes had gone all glassy and heavy-lidded, and you could barely breathe. “Maybe you drive me crazy no matter where you’re touching me.”

“I can think of a few ways to test that hypothesis.”

You caught a glimpse of his grin, but then he pressed his forehead to yours and his features went blurry, too close for you to focus.

“Never really thought I’d be into dirty talk, but if you’re going to start quoting the scientific method…”

“Funny, most of the time you never shut up,” you said, giddy and overwhelmed.

The tip of his nose brushed yours. There was maybe an inch of space between your mouths, and you wanted to close that gap so badly it felt like a physical ache.

“I mean, if you want me to start rattling off statistics—”

“Spencer.” You fisted both hands in his hair, tugging sharply, and he shuddered. “Take a hint.”

“Blind spot, remember?” he whispered, lips brushing yours as they shaped the words, feather-light and maddening.

“You know, for a genius—” you started, but he kissed you, hungry and sweet like he was making up for lost time, until you’d completely forgotten what you were going to say.

There is now a sexy follow-up here!

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#cmbingo21 #criminal minds fic #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader fic

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lumisfiction · 3 years ago

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Just For Tonight

Kakashi x Black Reader

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kishimoto, gif not mine found on the internet.

Warning: Black Reader Insert, fluff

Part 1

****Part Two*****

Y/n’s house was the most enchanting place in all the Hidden Leaf, four miles into a secluded forest lay a stone path with handcrafted lanterns along it. The forest that surrounded it was filled with every color of wild flower that Kakashi had ever seen. It was as if he was no longer in the village, like he’d stepped into another world, y/n’s world. A world of fireflies, sun flowers, moon flowers, roses of every color, and lilies. A pastel painting with a deep green undertone of the entire forest. All around him were arches, tall trees with branches that entwined with evening birds perched on them singing their evening hymn. The dim light of moon peaking through illuminating the walk way. If it hadn't been for Sasuke and Naruto he would have never found this place.

Tugging eagerly at his vest Naruto guided him farther until they came to a large clearing. The moon and stars were brighter as it reflected on the surface of the small pond in front of them. It seemed all matter of creatures came out tonight in celebration of y/n, the sounds around him growing louder. A pleasant loudness that blended with the atmosphere of the pond and on its surface glowing lotuses glided past. Naruto reached down and picked one up, crystal liquid pooling over his small fingers. Kakashi watches as its blue light dimly lights the boy's youthful face. He looked his age then, like a child who held the most precious thing in the world. “These are her favorite” cupping it delicately Naruto presented his hands to him. “I know you came last minute Kakashi sensei, you can bring this as a gift” Naruto grinned a mischievous glint in his eye. “A gift” Kakashi scratched the back of his neck, painfully aware of his unpreparedness. In his haste to cheer Naruto up he’d forgotten that he just returned from a mission. His clothes were dirty and his hair was grimy. “I think a gift is the least of my concern” Kakashi pulled at his filthy pants, he could fill the dirt under his fingernails. He thought about y/n then how pretty she would look and her face when she saw him. It would be their first official meeting and this is what she’ll see. Her first impressions forever skewered by his dirty attire. It made his hands tremble and he felt heat rush throughout his body, a nervousness swelling somewhere deep within him. Nervous to meet y/n, like a school boy who finally gets to spend time with his crush.

Sasuke looked behind him observing a riled up Kakashi. Even in the moonlight and a half exposed face he knew exactly what his tinted cheeks meant. “She shouldn’t be home yet, you can freshen up once we get there” his arms practically spilling over with an assortment of flowers. Kakashi looked over at Sasuke sighing, was he that easy to read? How long has it been since he was social? Was he so out of touch that he couldn't even manage to hide his emotions from a prepubescent boy.

His mind wandered off again as he began to contemplate his decision to attend. It was all too sudden, what if he made of a fool of himself? Or worse what if he isn't welcomed? Thoughts were spinning around and round his head so much so that a scowl returned to his face and his exposed brow scrunched. His inner conflict occupied all of his attention so much so he hadn't noticed Sasuke making kissing noises. Not until the boy began to tease him childishly.

"Kakashi and y/n sitting in a tree k.i.s.s.i.n.g" Sasuke relentlessly teased Kakashi with a child-like twinkle in his eyes. It was perplexing, the cool headed vengeful Sasuke was the polar opposite of his former self. Laughing and smiling as he bent down to pick even more flowers along the water. Stopping to look them over and disregard the flowers he no longer wanted.

It was so out of character for him that Kakashi hadn't noticed he was gawking. “He always brings her freshly picked flowers” Naruto came into view with a smug look on his face. Kakashi hadn’t noticed until tonight how different with her in their life they had become. How both of them practically morphed into children right before his eyes. Naruto was feather light and cheerful while Sasuke was playful, thoughtful, and happy. They look so innocent he almost forgot they were shinobi, genin who’d soon participate in the chunin exams. He recounted to himself a time when he looked like them. When he too was happy and innocent. Just a boy and his father.

All of them fell in a silent stride as they began walking again. Crossing over a small bridge that brought them to their destination at last. Willow trees and what seemed like a thousand fireflies greeted them. There at the foot of the path stood the most beautiful wooden arch with yellow flowers twisting around it's bark. Dangling loosely from it a chipped wooden sign that read "Happy Birthday y/n. “I made that” Naruto’s face gleamed with all the pride of a not so masterful craftsman as he pointed his finger in the direction of if. Sasuke scoffed as he remarked how tacky he thought it looked. With an ego as big as his competition he stated how much better his lanterns were in comparison. Naruto glared at Sasuke, his eyes sharp as he retaliated with an insult of his own. There was no end to it, both of them going on and on about what y/n liked best. It was driving Kakashi a little crazy, having to go on missions with their insistent contest was one thing, but this was a whole other sort of annoying. The kind that made him so irritated that all the cool level headed temperament in the world couldn’t prevent the annoyed look on his face. He thought about home and his warm recliner. The green hardback book that he so often read to indulge his perverted mind. The faint feeling of heat coursing throughout his slightly reddening cheeks. What he wouldn’t give to go back in time and stick to his original plan. A plan that didn't involve two rowdy brats.

The house was a deep oak red with hints of a darker brown. It was large with a stairway above it that led to a smaller house. It had flags and a large telescope pointing toward the eastern sky.

The entire estate was homely and welcoming, the yard embedded with an even more alluring green. Fresh cut grass and lanterns that spread about it illuminating everything in its path. Nothing could make this scene before him more stunning he thought to himself as he looked all around in awe.

She descended from the steps, the most beautiful sight of all, Y/n. Her raven coils shining in the moonlight and her skin glistening like the surface of a smooth diamond. She was most certainly magical, the tail of her white dress flowing behind her when she walked a smooth glide only a goddess would have.

"Y/n" as fast as their feet would carry them Naruto and Sasuke ran to her open arms ruining her pretty dress even though she didn't seem to mind. She embraced them with a hug that only a mother would give her beloved children. When they parted Sasuke was the first to present his gift, a bouquet of wild flowers "Happy Birthday y/n". Her face lit up as she leaned over to kiss his exposed forehead and his face become even more redder than before.

From the distance where Kakashi stood he saw the pearls her pretty teeth, her full lips lifting the bones of her cheeks. The way her breast sat prettily in her clothes and the playful glint in her almond eyes. She seemed to get prettier as he came closer and his eye drifted downward and then up again taking in her full form. All of his former reservations escaped him,his heart thudding in his chest as he made his way closer. Yes, Just for tonight he'll indulge himself.

Author Notes: Trying to decide if this should just be a three part or more series. Next chapter will be released soon and it will contain light smut. Thank you for all your support!

#naruto x poc!reader #x black reader #black y/n #black writers #kakashi x poc reader #black reader #naruto #naruto x reader #naruto x y/n #kakashi x reader

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caspermhahn · 2 years ago

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Are you sure you wouldn't like to run? A game of tag, perhaps? All we have is time, you know. An eternity of time. Or shall we end it? Might as well. After all, we're missing the party. ― Stephen King, The Shining

tw: blood, suggestive violence, drug mention, hallucinations, weapon mentions: @marcellabelanades, the hahn family, unknown sire

Hours had passed— or maybe just moments, since he and Marcella had split away from the grand ballroom to find themselves astray in the garden’s overgrowth. A usual occurrence when it came to the couple, who would often bid an Irish goodbye to feel as though they were alone among his family’s woodland edged property. So much of the masquerade had brought up those memories as they waltzed, the swamplands being their native soil and was a place the two had not just met but blossomed into more. Bittersweet, a majority of them felt that way as his past had been tethered to his witchcraft and the necromancer’s own. Along with his family and sometimes found that he now missed the things he would then drag his feet about. Though Casper had discovered quite a bit of silver-lining in all of it, the transition and new patterns he forged, and the visage of the faerie realm and new ethos were starting to rest in the daily habits of Rome.

But the twilight of the night sky, brilliant shades of pinks and purples that faded into the mixed blues, was more than a pleasant distraction as the reflection bounced onto his partner’s eyes. Despite all the curveballs that kept flying towards the recently changed vampire, he’d remained optimistic, and showed that rose-tinted outlook in the curvature of his lips before gently planting them on hers. There was never a need to say anything, Casper had been infatuated with the witch since the moment he saw her picking mushrooms on his family's property. He’d thought at first she was an apparition, spirits were known to gravitate towards the abundance of magic surrounding his home or inhabit the local bayou just behind. Then she revealed her name and even his mother had to do a double-take, though that might have been the official moment Angeline attached herself to the witch who currently harbored herself in the thickets and tall grasses. Deathless, undying, everlasting. Maybe those would have been the appropriate words if they were at all needed, masks soon abandoned along with the extravagant attire, the magnetism of it all engulfing them completely.

— — — —

The Pluto vampire could lay there for the rest of his immortality in this state of nirvana. Even without his partner by his side, though preferred, there was just this sense of complete euphoria he’d always longed for. How could he forget the times that he was living in the sweltering, muggy and mosquito infested swamplands; his body positioned similar to this exact one as he attempted to see a world beyond his plane of existence. Surrounded by the start of his father’s yard decoration that encroached on the late summer and early fall blooms his mother worked so hard on each year. A sea of prairie blazing star, creeping liriope, and sunset huskmallow in his view that reminds him of the scene in Alice in Wonderland where she is among all the flowers who speak to her. Yet instead of just bundles of willow leaf sunflower and black-eyed susans, magically carved pumpkins and animated skeletons haphazardly littered the space. The cracking sound just a few feet away snapped him into realization that he was no longer recounting a memory, but back in the bayou. His home, with all its familiar smells and sounds. But that didn’t quite make sense, Casper had just been in the greenery of the fae and not his mothers— hadn’t he?

Lurching up, emerald irises bouncing around as the vampire adorned a look of confusion, Casper noticed the silhouette of his father perched on his family's southern-style wrap around porch. Was this real? Casper had experienced his fair share of delusions and elixir induced fantasies, but there was something about this one that just hit different. This had all the make-up of a nightmare and he couldn’t help the chuckle that flooded from his lips, practically feeling validated for all the times he had referenced his existence in the natural world as his film inspiration. Certainly the silhouette wasn’t Cortney, even if it did sound like him, the former witch’s gut boiled with alarm that told him otherwise. Pumpkin guts splattered across the dark walnut stained deck that shifted to pools of blood as the stranger in sheep's clothing positioned the once embedded hatchet in a way that only suggested one thing; run like hell.

Cypresses and oak trees swoosh past him as his vampire instincts fully take over, irises peeking slightly behind himself in order to see if the stranger was still at his heels, only to notice the sheen of blood in his view. How could they keep up? Casper was no longer a witch testing his illusion magic in the backwaters of Louisiana, but somehow he sensed he was back there in those moments of becoming someone else’s prey and each direction seeming to lead him towards a dead end without much hope for an escape.

#casper.para #e: the masquerade #task 001 / childhood memories #prompt.#// more maybe added later

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redux-iterum · 4 years ago

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List of Suffixes

Note: This list may be subject to change as the story goes on, or as alterations are made from suggestions and critiques.

Suffixes come in four categories: Status (defining a cat's rank in the Clan), Skill (referring to something the cat excels in), Personality (summarizing the cat’s overall demeanor and attitude), and Appearance (generally describing the cat’s physical attributes). These are listed in highest to lowest priority - meaning, naming after a cat’s status comes before naming for a skill, which comes before personality suffixes, with appearance being the last category considered for a name. As such, the possible suffixes will be listed according to their tiers.

Note that there are occasionally exceptions, as leaders may give a name that stands out from the rest of what is average for their particular Clan (for example, if there aren’t many -heart cats but plenty of -whisker cats, the leader may name the warrior -heart instead). That being said, the tiers are so commonly upheld that the lists below are considered the standard for all warriors.

Tier One: Status

-kit: A cat younger than two seasons, or who has not yet become an apprentice.

-paw: A cat two seasons or older who has not yet graduated into warriorhood.

-star: The leader of a Clan.

Tier Two: Skill

-bark/-branch: An archaic suffix for a skilled climber of trees. Hardly in use nowadays.

-claw: An impressive fighter, skilled in the art of combat.

-fang: A cat that is above average in ability when it comes to both fighting and hunting. Usually not skilled enough to earn either of those respective suffixes, but always markedly better in both than a normal cat.

-foot: A particularly fast cat, good at sprinting and/or endurance running.

-leg: A cat that is above average in both climbing and running. Generally not a candidate for either of those nameable skills, but certainly noteworthy in those areas.

-nose: A cat skilled in tracking and/or foraging.

-root: An archaic suffix for a skilled tunneler. Because actively tunneling has died out, this suffix is almost never used in the modern day.

-shade: A very stealthy cat, good at sneaking around unnoticed.

-stream: A skilled, graceful swimmer and/or fisher. Rarely used as the aquatic version of -whisker.

-tail: A dexterous and agile cat, good at climbing, jumping, and/or balancing.

-whisker: A highly successful hunter, whether in a couple different environments or all throughout the territories.

-feather/-light/-stone/-leaf: A prodigious seer, strongly connected to StarClan and easily able to pick up their signs and receive dreams from them. This suffix changes depending on the Clan; -feather belongs to RiverClan, -light to WindClan, -stone to ShadowClan, and -leaf to ThunderClan.

Tier Three: Personality

-belly: A jovial, upbeat cat. Quick with a joke or witty remark to keep the mood light and merry.

-cloud: A calm, serene and/or gentle cat. Hard to rile up and good at soothing tension in others.

-dawn/-dusk: A diligent and very loyal cat; often said to be deputy material. This suffix changes depending on the Clan - RiverClan and WindClan use -dawn, while ThunderClan and ShadowClan use -dusk.

-fall: A cat who emulates their elemental or tree-based prefix. This can be in appearance (Willow- being lithe and having long, drooping fur) or behavior (Hail- being rough and loud) or both (Sycamore- being huge and incredibly sturdy in temperament and build).

-flight: A cat who behaves similarly to their bird-based prefix.

-flower: A highly maternal cat who is skilled in helping raise and nurture kits.

-heart: A strongly moral and outspoken cat with powerful dedication to their beliefs.

-leap: A cat who behaves similarly to their fish-based prefix.

-path: A cat who gets along well with apprentices and has a lot of talent for raising them into warriors.

-step: A cat who behaves similarly to their animal-based prefix. Can include birds, but usually -flight is used instead.

-storm: A turbulent and emotional cat, usually with mood swings that mellow out as they age.

-throat: A very well-spoken and eloquent cat, good at storytelling or negotiations.

-wing: An extremely intuitive and intelligent cat.

Tier Four: Appearance

-dapple: A cat with dappled markings, usually tortoiseshell or otherwise mottled.

-ear: In relation to a damaged ear or ears.

-eye(s): In relation to a damaged eye or eyes.

-face: An exceptionally attractive cat, generally holding up the beauty standards of their particular Clan.

-fur: A cat who has completed their warrior training and does not fit under any of the other suffixes. Usually used for longhaired individuals.

-jaw: In relation to a damaged jaw.

-patch: A bicolor or calico cat whose prefix does not already mention their coloring pattern.

-pelt: A cat who has completed their warrior training and does not fit under any of the other suffixes. Usually used for shorthaired individuals.

-speck(s): A speckled cat, either a ticked tabby or a very mottled tortoiseshell.

-spot(s): A spotted cat, generally describing spotted tabby markings.

-stripe: A cat with strikingly striped tabby markings.

#warrior cats #warriors redux iterum #iterum #readmore #textwall #lore #suffix #suffixes

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gordiebear · 3 years ago

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A BOY <3

INFO UNDER THE CUT

Name: Kitty (His birth name is a secret)

Nickname(s) or Alias: Little Meow Meow- Any cat memes in 2021 basically.

Gender: Male

Birthday: February 3rd

Species: Faerie with cat deformities

Age: Unknown

Sexuality: Minromantic Asexual

Relationship Status: Single

Height: 0'8

Figure/build: Slim, soft

Smoker? no

Drinker? no

Drugs? no

Addictions: Dry food

Allergies: cigarette smoke, perfume, cleaning products, pollen, fungi, mold, and dust

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Autism and PTSD

Any medication regularly taken: He doesn't know what medication is

Personality: Quiet and shy- Gets terrified easily and hisses if he doesn't know you. If he knows you he'll come up to you and start meowing and purring until you pick him up, and he'll start trilling. He's also very sleepy and tends to sleep alot.

Likes: His friends, his stray cat family, leafs, willow trees, warm water/baths, night time, soft things, eating mice, eating birds, eating squirrels, playing with other stray cats, cat toys, being warm, stars, and flowers.

Dislikes: People he doesn't know, other faeries (he doesn't know he is one), animal catchers, house cats, dogs, cucumbers, bright lights, saturated colours, anything that has to do with winter, cold water, pools, and loud noises

Fears/phobias: Chionophobia, Astraphobia, and Ligyrophobia (He develops Eisoptrophobia later on after he meets his siblings)

Favorite colour: Doesn't have a favorite

Favourite food(s): Cat food

Favourite drink(s): Salt water

Disliked food(s): Normal food

Disliked drink(s): Soda, any fancy drinks, and any type of juice

Peaceful or aggressive attitude? Aggressive

Fighting skills/techniques: Cat stuff

Special skills/magical powers/etc: He doesn't know yet

Weapon of choice (if any): His teeth

Weaknesses in combat: getting/sneaking away

Strengths in combat: Speed

Parents names: They don't get names or designs because they are terrible.

Are parents alive or dead? Dead

Is the character still in contact with their parents? No

Siblings? Relationship with siblings? Bambi, Fayette, Clover, and Lillian, he doesn't know they exist but he'll meet them eventually.

Other Important Relatives: The cats that took him in on the streets after he was abandoned by his mother and father

Partner/Spouse: None

Best Friends: Shiu Hikari

Other Important Friends: ;-))))))))

#Kitty #character reference #oc reference #oc ref sheet #reference sheet #reference #ref sheet

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webkinz-05 · 3 years ago

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transfem cgnf names and neopronouns? fem or neutral, maybe nature related :]

Hello dear, as a transfem Revivebur with a nature name I felt it my place to answer this, I hope these all suffice!

Names:

Astrid

Azalea

Blossom

Cherry

Clementine

Daisy

Dawn

Fawn

Flora

Heather

Jasmine

Lavender

Lilac

Magnolia

Meadow

Poppy

Saffron

Stella

Summer

Willow

Pronouns:

Bud/Bud/Buds/Budself

Flo/Flor/Flors/Florself

Leaf/Leaf/Leaves/Leafself

Moss/Moss/Mosses/Mosself

Pe/Peony/Peonies/Peonyself

Ro/Ros/Rose/Roseself

Stem/Stem/Stems/Stemself

Vine/Vine/Vines/Vineself

Zi/Zin/Zinnis/Zinniaself

🌱 / 🌱 / 🌱s / 🌱self

🌿 / 🌿 / 🌿s / 🌿self

🌸 / 🌸 / 🌸s / 🌸self

🌺 / 🌺 / 🌺s / 🌺self

🌷 / 🌷 / 🌷s / 🌷self

🌼 / 🌼 / 🌼s / 🌼self

🌹 / 🌹 / 🌹s / 🌹self

Please do share which names and pronouns you end up liking, I’d love to know which were good picks!

- mod star ✦ (Dahlia fronting)

#name help #pronoun sets #answered

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kdram-chjh · 4 months ago

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Cdrama: My Wife's Double Life (2024)

Gifs of Ending of cdrama "My Wife's Double Life"

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thewildomega · 4 years ago

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Star in the Sand Ch.7

A/N: Reader has a fucked up childhood. Trigger Warnings.

Getting to the small island you looked around and saw most of the crew heading off towards the town, most likely ready to spend some of the money and treasure they had gotten from the cargo ship heist. Rubbing your arm you bit your lip and furrowed your brows. Since you hadn't participated you didn't get any of the prize, which was fine, you understood you just didn't know what to do now. Crocodile had business to take care of and he had left the ship as soon as it docked. He had seemed a little distant since the other night and you hoped you hadn't done anything.

You knew you would be here for at least two days and so you decided to head out and find something to do. You didn't really want to go to the town, not with Dolson there. Seeing a small road going out the what looked like farm land you grinned, maybe you could find a peaceful place to draw. Hearing the sound of a pained sigh you furrowed your brows and looked over to the field to see a older man and woman. Noticing the man bent over and the woman trying to help him up you walked over. "Do you need help?" you asked.

Looking up and seeing the young woman walking over the rows of beans towards them the woman smiled. "If you wouldn't mind dear..."

Shaking your head you grinned and grabbed the man's hand before helping him up from his position, hearing his pained groan as he stood back straight, his hand moving to hold his lower back.

"Oh thank you dear, if you hadn't come along I don't know how long he would have been stuck like that." the old woman said.

"Working the farm isn't as easy as it used to be." the man said with a sigh.

"No but we'll get it Niz."

Looking down the rows of snap beans you looked back to the old couple. "If you need any help I'd be more than happy to help you." you told the old couple.

"No, no we couldn't trouble you...."

"It's no trouble, I don't have anything else to do." you said with a smile and a light chuckle.

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Walking back onto the ship he dropped off the things he had bought in his room before going to look over the ship. He found the chief sitting on a stool snapping beans on the front of the deck. He didn't remember agreeing to the vegetable when he looked over the shopping list. "Where'd these come from?" he asked.

Looking up Maverick gave a small grin, "Lass brought them to me a few hours ago."

"Y/n? Where did she get them?" he asked. He had forgotten to give her any money so he knew she had no way to pay for them.

"Said she picked em', helped some ol' couple all day an' so they let er' take these as payment." Maverick said, grinning around his cigarette. "Should be enough here to feed the crew for a few days."

Grunting he knit his brows. "Where is she now?"

"Sleepin' most likely. Lass offered to help snap em' but she could barely keep er' eyes open. Sun seemed to ave' got er' pretty good. I suspect she's gonna be sore come mornin'."

Huffing he nodded his head to the older man before walking down the stairs to y/n's room. He had been keep his distance for the past day, both work and personal reasons. He was growing attached to the woman, feeling things he had never felt for anyone before and he didn't like it. Feelings were a weakness and he couldn't afford to be weak. Not to mention the two week mark was coming up and he didn't know wither she would suddenly disappear like and go back to her world like he had his.

Knocking lightly on the door with his hook he didn't hear anything. Trying the knob he found it locked and sighed. Looking down he saw the gap under the door and turned to sand, flowing under the door and reforming back once he was inside the dark room. Looking to the bed he froze, she was sleeping on her stomach... shirtless and judging by her leg sticking out of the blanket she was pant-less as well. Quickly catching his cigar before it fell from his lips he swallowed thickly and closed the distance between him and the single bed. Looking over her bare skin he felt his fingers twitch as he craved to stroke the soft skin over her spine. Her hair was fanned out around her, some of it laying over her shoulders and upper back and a few strands in her face. He watched the slow rise and fall as she breathed in, she was sleeping deeply. Maverick had been right she looked exhausted. Why the hell had she went and worked? Looking around the small room he saw the little dresser beside the bed, her locket and drawing book the only thing there. Her book bag sat beside the dresser, empty it look like. He guessed her clothes were put away neatly in the dresser along with her other few personal hygiene products. She was a simple woman, this was their second island now and she had not bothered asking for anything. Not a new book or clothes or jewelry or even food. Oh fuck... food. Had she eaten today? Looking back down to her when she rolled over to her side he saw her arms move to her chest, her forearm covering her breasts. Following the shape of her body with his eyes he saw how her waist dipped in some before coming back out to shape her hips. When his cock throbbed in his pants he grit his teeth, what was this woman doing to him? It was like he was a damn teenager again. Rubbing his face he reached down to pull the blanket up over her some, quickly turning to sand and hurrying to his room.

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The next day he had not been surprised when she slept in. Telling Bonez to come find him once she woke he was now making his way back to the ship. Getting on he looked to the two men left to keep watch, "Where's y/n?" he asked.

"Off ship Captain." the young man said quickly.

Growling he narrowed his eyes, "Which way did she go?"

"I..I..."

"I believe she headed down the beach Captain." the other man added in when the other kept stuttering over his words.

Without another word he got off and started walking down the shoreline. "I'm going to have to assign someone as her bodyguard. Damn woman never sits still." he grumbled to himself. After ten minutes of walking he could feel his temper flaring until he saw a head of red hair up ahead. Walking to the female he saw her hacking away at a tree and furrowed his brows. "What are you doing?"

"Ow shit." you cursed when the sudden deep voice caught you off guard making your hand slip and the knife slice open the top of your thumb. Holding your other hand over the now bleeding gash you looked to him with a small glare. "I am going to hang a bell around your neck."

Ignoring her little remark he stepped forward and took her right hand in his, trying to pull it away from her injured left hand.

"It's fine. Leave it alone." you told him, trying to snatch your hands away from him.

Seeing her still holding the knife he growled. "Give me that." he said, taking the knife from her and stabbing it into the tree. Pulling away her hand he held up her injured one with the backside of his hook to look it over. Seeing the cut fairly deep and bleeding still he sighed. Letting go of her hand he reached up to his neck and started untying his scarf.

"It will be fine." you tried telling him, going to pull away when he gave you a hard glare, silently telling you to not move.

Ripping it off he went about wrapping the silk scarf around her injury, "Hold the end." he told her around his cigar. As soon as she held the other end he tied it off and pulled tight, hearing her let out a little yelp. Once he was satisfied he looked down at her and grabbed her hand, "Back to the ship."

"No, wait." you said, turning to grab you knife. Attempting to pull it from the tree you found it stuck in deep and looked up at him. Without a word he grabbed the knife and pulled it from the trunk. Seeing her grabbing the pieces of bark that had splintered up and stuff them in her pocket he knit his brows. "Willow bark... you are in pain." he commented, knowing the bark was used as a pain reliever.

Sighing you looked down form his eyes and went to grab your knife from his hand. "It's nothing just a little back pain." you told him.

Grunting he allowed her to take the knife and fold it up before she stuck it in her back pocket. "From picking beans all day yesterday." he said as he started leading her back to his ship. "Why did you do that exactly?" he asked.

Shrugging you walked beside him. "Didn't have anything else to do."

"So you decided to spend all day doing free farm work..."

"It wasn't free, I got beans for the crew."

"And now your back hurts and your hand is cut open." he huffed. "When I told you to go find something to do I did not mean go work yourself to exhaustion."

"Hard work never hurt anyone."

"Y/n..." he started.

"I have to find some way to contribute. I don't do anything else to help... I'm just free loading on your ship." you told him, looking down.

Stopping at the walk board he grabbed her hand and looked down at her. "What exactly do you think I was doing to you? I didn't work or do anything to pay for the things you did for me." he told her.

Looking up into his silver eyes you furrowed your brows, "You did more than you realize." you told him and reached up to remove a stray leaf from his fur coat.

Knitting his brows at the slightly sad look in her blue eyes he opened his mouth to question what she meant but before he could he heard someone calling him.

"Sir Marine ships are on the horizon." Bonez said in a deep voice.

Straightening his back he nodded, "Ready the sails." looking down at her he dropped his eyes to her hand, "Go clean that up."

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It had been a few days since he they had gotten to the island, it was a cold Island with harsh winds. However that didn't seem to stop y/n from wanting to explore the place. While he and his crew had a few things to take care of she had wondered off to do her own thing, much to his dismay. He actually hadn't seen her too much and now that the crew had went off to do their own thing for their last night on the island he had went in search of her. He had searched the village, the shore and even the hills but so far he had not seen her. Gritting his teeth down on his cigar he moved back to the ship wondering if she had went back to her room for the night. Seeing the three members of the crew sitting by a fire to keep warm while playing cards he rose his chin, "You three seen y/n?" he asked.

"Aye, little lass went back onto ship a little while ago." Maverick told him in his thick accent.

"She looked rather angry..." the younger of the three said.

"Dolson probably." Hex grunted.

"Aye, man keep it up an' she's likely ta loose it."

"It will be his own fault if she does. She's warned him enough times."

Hearing the three men all talk like he wasn't there he knit his brows. "What are you all talking about?"

Adjusting the cards in his hand Hex looked towards his Captain, "That Dolson, he's been testing his limits with y/n."

"By what means?"

"Mav got on him the other morning for taking her food." The young man said in a low voice.

"Why wasn't any of this mentioned to me prior?" he growled.

"She wanted to take care of it on her own."

Turning some he saw Bonez standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. Raising his brow he looked to his next in command. "You knew about this as well?"

"Yes. I told her if it got any worse she was to tell you or I would, so I am here now."

"Then it got worse." he said in a deep voice and heard the man grunt. "How so?"

Biting down on his cigar so hard he was sure he would soon bite it in half he made his way to the ship. Going to go down the stairs he stopped when he saw a small light glowing from the window of his own room. Climbing the steps to the door he opened it and as soon as he stepped inside he was hit with the scent of eucalyptus. "Y/n?" he called, seeing the candle on his desk was the one giving off the light. Hearing her soft hum he raised his brow as he closed the door and slowly walked into the room. "Are you in my bathroom?" he asked, seeing the door pulled to.

"Revenge, you use my tub, I use yours." you told him, keeping your eyes closed as you brought the bottle to your lips. "More like a swimming pool though." you mumbled under your breath.

Removing his coat he placed it on the back of his chair as he pulled it out to sit in it, grinning slightly at her words. "So care to tell me what happened between you and Dolson tonight?" he asked, pouring himself a cup of whiskey.

"No." you huffed, sinking down deeper into the hot water and wincing at the soreness in your side.

Humming he swirled the alcohol around the glass. "Very well then I will speak to you what I have heard and then you can either fill in the empty parts or remain quiet if they are true." When she said nothing he took it as a sign to continue. "You were out playing in the snow..."

"I was sightseeing... and occasionally... playing in the snow." you corrected, mumbling the last part.

Grinning he laid his head back against the back of the chair. "Alright you were sight seeing and Dolson started bothering you but you told him off and then carried on with your exploring..." Hearing nothing he took a sip. "Later on when you went to go play cards with the rest of the crew at the bar he again came up to you and started harassing you. After telling him off you threw your dink in his face..."

"He grabbed my ass... In front of everyone!"

Ignoring her little outburst he continued on, all the while clenching his glass so hard he was sure it would soon shatter. "Then the two of you got into a fight in the bar where the few marines that were here broke the fight up and threw the both of you out of the bar." he finished. When she didn't say anything he glanced towards the closed door. "Are you hurt?"

"No." you answered quickly, your lip bit between your teeth.

"You are not a good liar."

Taking a deep breath you sighed and looked towards the wall. "Nothing I can't handle." Sitting still you listened and then looked down to the water. "Am I in trouble."

Hearing the worry in her voice he scratched his head with the curve of his hook. "No my dear you are not in trouble but I would like to know why you didn't come to me if he was bothering you."

Swallowing the rum you kept your eyes on the water. "I didn't want to bother you with it. I wanted to handle it on my own. The taunting and shit I can take, I grew up being bullied by the rest of the kids in the orphanage, words are one thing but I... I don't like being touched."

"Why have you never said anything when I touch you?" he asked. He hoped she hadn't been letting him touch her simply out of fear. He had never touched her sexually but he had held her hand, touched her back and little things like that."It's not the same." you said and then closed your eyes, "You don't... you don't make it feel like ..him." Furrowing his brows he glanced towards the bathroom. "Dolson?" "No." Hearing how soft her voice was alerted him that something deeper was behind this. There were things she had told him, things from her past that never added up right in his head, like some part of a puzzle that was missing. "Y/n... what happened to you?" he asked, his voice low and deep. "Why were you on your own so young?" Swallowing thickly you pulled your knees up to your chest and hugged them. No one knew about you, you had never spoken to anyone about your life. You didn't have anyone, you had no friends, no family. Vick was the closest person you ever had and you had never even told him this part about your life. Crocodile for some reason made you feel safe, he made you feel secure. Even from the first moment he fell into your living room he had a way of putting your mind at ease. He had saved you, although he didn't know it. He knew more about you than anyone ever had, you had shared your interests, your dreams, your fears but this, telling him this could change everything and you were terrified. Hearing him call your name again in that voice that always seemed to sooth your soul you closed your eyes and licked your lips. "The orphanage I grew up in lost it's funding when I was twelve. It lasted a few months longer from the help of the community but finally we had to all be relocated. I didn't much care what happened, I was never close to any of the other kids, I didn't have any friends, I was the freak." you told him. Drawing swirly patterns on the surface of the water to keep your nerves at bay. "Well I got sent to a family that worked in the foster care system. I remember being so happy on the ride over to their house. I was finally going to have a family. God was I wrong. There was four other children there, all boys. The mom was horrible, she treated all of us like dirt, made it clear she didn't want any of us there. She made sure we knew no one wanted us, that the only reason we were there was because they got money for taking us in....I hated it there so much, the only good thing about that place was that I got my own room, something that I had never had before." Taking a deep breath you felt your heart hammering against your rib cage. "For the first few months I didn't see anything of the dad, I had heard about him, apparently him and the mom had split a week before I got there. I never knew why at the time and I knew better than to ask. One day though I walked into the living room and he was sitting there talking to her. I knew something was wrong as soon as he looked at me, I will never be able to get that out of my head." He had been sitting completely still in his chair throughout her story, his fingers clenching at the armrest so hard they were white. Still he remained silent, even when she had to stop he didn't say a word. "Anyway, they wanted to try and work things out so he moved back in and that's when things changed. The first thing he did was move me to the basement, said their oldest son, who was actually theirs shouldn't have to share his room. So I got put on a pull out bed down there with all the mom's sewing stuff. After that he just started doing little things, made rules that only applied to me. I could only wear dresses, that my hair had to be kept in a ponytail. When we ate dinner I had to sit beside him. Now I was young and I didn't think anything of it at first until he made another rule... he said I had to give him a goodnight kiss every night before bed. If I didn't or I forgot he'd beat me with his belt." "Didn't his wife find this strange?" he asked, the vein in his forehead popping out. "She ignored it, I don't think she wanted to admit it was happening. When he started doing more.... when he started..." shivering you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "... touching me... I went to her. I told her what he was doing, I begged her to make him stop but she told me it was my own fault. She hit me and told me that if I wasn't such a whore he wouldn't be tempted." His blood felt like it was boiling now, his knee bouncing and his hook shaking from how angry he was getting. "Then what happened?" he asked, his voice deep. The water in the bath was cold now but you didn't want to move. "One day when she was gone and the boys were at a birthday party he came down to where my bed was and he um..." Blinking away tears you rubbed your face. "He... he tried to take things further... I kicked him and tried fighting back. He got mad and started beating me with his belt again but I wouldn't give in. Then he took my locket... it's the only thing I've ever had that was really mine. It's the only thing I have from them... from my parents. He took it and he threatened to break it, he said the if I didn't listen he would break it. I was crying and begging him not to. He tossed it to the floor and started trying to pull off my dress." Your whole body was shaking now and it felt like you couldn't get enough air. "I.. I was terrified and I kept trying to push away his hands. He pushed me into the sewing table and I heard him snap his belt again. When I looked down I saw a pair of scissors and when he went to grab me I did the only thing I could think of." Biting your lip you tasted blood in your mouth. "I stabbed him with them, I don't even know where, it happened so fast. I remember him screaming but I didn't look back, I grabbed my locket from the floor and I ran, lived on the streets until Vick helped me." Clenching his teeth he stared up at the ceiling as everything she told him sunk in. He was so angry, not at her, definitely not at her. What he wouldn't give to have that man brought before him. Not even brought to him, he'd hunt him down himself. Then when he did find him he'd torture him, slowly. Fuck he needed to kill something. He could hear the blood pumping in his ears. Standing he pulled on his coat. "I have something I have to take care of. You stay in there as long as you want.." "Croc..." "I will have Maverick bring you something to eat and something to help you rest. Afterwards you are to sleep in my bed, it's too cold for you to sleep below." He told her, grabbing his pistol from the shelf. "Crocodile wait..." "Y/n just do as I say. Everything is fine." he said before he walked out, shutting the door behind him. "...don't leave me..." you whispered as the door closed. ....................................... Stomping down the wallboard he snapped his eyes to the chief. "Go make her something to eat and make her a tea to help her rest. I want you to keep watch over the ship, don't let anyone else in my chambers with her and don't let her leave." he ordered, not even giving the man time to answer before he started walking away, "You two find the rest of the crew and bring them to the shore. Bonez go get him?" "Yes sir." It was high time he showed the rest of the crew why one didn't cross Crocodile.

Standing on the moon lit shoreline he looked through the trees as the rest of the crew started filing in. He could see as they all looked around to one another, wondering why they had been brought here but he didn't say a word. When he heard a muffled noise he looked over to see Bonez dragging Dolson towards him. When the man was thrown to his feet he looked down and saw he had four scratches on his cheek, most likely from y/n. "What the fuck is this about?!" Dolson yelled, going to stand. Getting to his feet he looked in front of him to see the captain looking down his nose at him, his hair slightly disheveled from the wind and a cigar bit between his teeth. "I do not believe I stuttered when I said that y/n was not to be harmed." he said, keeping his voice void of emotion. "Oh I see, little bitch went whining back to her master." Dolson huffed. His lip twitched but he kept his face void of emotion, well that was until the man's next words. "You know I didn't realize the world known Crocodile would be so pussy whipped." Seeing the rest of the men looking to one another he growled and pulled the trigger on his pistol, shooting the man in the knee and hearing him scream as he fell. Panting for breath, his hands shook as he pushed himself into a standing position. Chuckling out he balanced on one leg and looked back up at the man. "Damn, that little whore got you wrapped around her finger good, pity I didn't get to see how skilled that mouth was myself." In an instant he had his hand wrapped around the man's throat and was lifting him from the ground. "I gave you an order and you disobeyed me...." "I just pointed out your weakness!" Squeezing he used his devil powers to drain the man dry. By the time he was done only a pile of dust fell from his clothing to the snow. Looking up to see everyone watching him, some with wide eyes other in acceptance he raised his chin. "Anyone else?" he asked in a deep voice. "When no one spoke he huffed out. "Everyone ready the ship, we are leaving tonight." Without another word they all hurried from the scene and towards the ship. Seeing Bonez standing there he looked to him. "There were some that were close to him, we will need to keep an eye on them. They may try to force Dolson's words into the rest of the crew's mind." Daz said in a calm voice, his arms crossed over his chest. Grunting he handed over his pistol and pushed back his hair. "Then they will met the same fate." "Yes sir." was all he said before he turned towards the ship and started walking away leaving the Captain to his thoughts. Standing there all alone he looked down to the pile of ashes by his feet and scoffed, his weakness. He wasn't weak and he didn't have any weaknesses. Y/n didn't mean anything to him, he had killed the man for disobeying an order, nothing more. He was repaying a debt that was it. She had helped him, he was helping her. Biting down on his cigar he stepped into the man's remains as he walked back to his ship. ..................................... Hearing the door open and close you looked to the door to see Crocodile come in. He didn't look at you as he removed his coat, hanging it on the back of his chair. He looked tense, his shoulders squared off and his brows dipped low. Sitting up in his bed you held the thick duvet tightly around you and furrowed your brows. "Croc..." "We are leaving the island, the temperature will rise soon. Go to your own bed." he said, refusing to look up at her and focusing his attention on placing up his pistol and removing his hook. Hearing how cold his voice was you snapped your eyes down and slowly got out of his bed. Going to pull his blankets back up to make the bed back you heard him speak again. "Leave it and go." Curling inward you gently placed the blanket back down and pulled your hands to your chest. Walking to the door you took one last glance up at the huge man, feeling an ache in your heart when he wouldn't even look at you. "Goodnight Crocodile." you whispered. Hurrying down to your room you closed the door behind you and locked it. Crawling into your cold, hard bed you pulled the thin blanket over your body and curled up. Looking up at the window you saw the stars and felt tears prickle the corner of your eyes. You shouldn't have told him the truth. ........................................... Washing the dishes from dinner you stared down at the dirty water and as you worked in silence. Everyone had already eaten and brought their plates over for you, well everyone except for the captain who had eaten in his room again. You hadn't seen him since the other night and you were sure he had been avoiding you. It was a mistake telling him about your past, everything had seemed fine before that but now he didn't want to even look at you. Scrubbing the last dish you rinsed them and dried them before putting them up. "Ya sure ya don't want nothin' ta eat lass?" Maverick asked. Looking up to the man you forced a small grin. "No I'm good. Thank you though." you told him before leaving the kitchen and heading to your room. Opening the door you went to close it when you heard someone call your name. Looking up you saw it was Bonez. "Oh... hello Bonez." you said in a soft voice. "Would you still like to learn how to sail?" he asked the small woman. Looking up at him you saw he was serious and nodded. Crocodile had said he would show you but he hadn't had the chance but you would take what you could get. Besides if you could learn how to do deck work then you would be of more use to him. Following the muscled man to the deck you saw most of the other had called it a night, the two of you the only one left on the deck other than Ori who was sitting up in the crow's nest keeping watch. Glancing towards Crocodile's chambers you saw a light on through the windows of the door and looked down. "I will start by showing you all the ropes and pulleys and explaining what they do..." Hearing voices outside on the deck he furrowed his brows when he realized it was Bonez, the man normally didn't talk very much. Getting up he walked to the door and opened it a small amount to look out across the deck. Seeing Daz standing by the shrouds he furrowed his brows and then noticed a small figure behind him and stiffened when he saw it was y/n. She was listening intently to what the man had to say, watching as he pointed up to the sails and then down to the ropes. Was he teaching her how to work the deck? He had told her he would show her but he hadn't made the effort to do so yet. Looking back up to her face he saw her nod to whatever Bonez had just told her before she said something in return. Letting his eyes scan over her he saw her shoulders dropped down and her arms wrapped around her. She had braided her hair and it was laying over her shoulder with little pieces falling out and blowing around her face. Looking at her face he frowned slightly, she looked tired, her lips not pulled upwards in the normal soft smile he was accustomed to seeing her wear. Biting down on his cigar he closed the door, no it didn't matter if she wasn't smiling. Walking back to his desk he flopped down in his chair and poured himself a large glass of rum. Stop thinking about her, he growled to himself. Picking up the book he tried to pick up where he had left off. For the past few days he had been avoiding her at all cost, thinking if he wasn't around her these feelings would go away. No not feelings. He didn't have feelings for her. It was some kind of mixture of gratitude and lust, nothing more. Tomorrow would make two weeks she had been here so if he was lucky she would just go back to her own world and then he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. Thinking about her being gone made his chest throb though. Growling he tossed down the book and downed his glass before grabbing the bottle and walking to his bathroom. Maybe a long bath would help ease his nerves. ................................. Not being able to sleep again tonight you grabbed your sketch pad and quietly made your way onto the deck. It was dead quiet out and looking up you saw Bonez in the crows nest. The man gave you a small glance and nod before looking back out to the sea, doing something else you couldn't see from here. Walking to the very front of the ship you sat down on the floor and crossed your legs under you. Flipping open your sketch book to the drawing you had been working on you let out a sigh and started adding in shadows and highlights while you thought back on the day. Feeling the rope slip between your hands you hissed out as it burned your palms and fingers. Before you had a chance to look at them a deep and cold voice cut through the air. "Why isn't that line tied down?" Crocodile yelled, looking over the crew for an answer. When none of them answered he narrowed his eyes and looked through the crowd until they stepped aside, revealing y/n standing by the rigging. Feeling his eyes on you you looked up and watched him make his way over to you. Opening your mouth to speak he cut you off. "What the hell are you doing?" he growled. Furrowing your brows at the hard look in his eyes you licked your lips, "I..I'm sorry it slipped when I..." Feeling the rest of the crew's eyes on them he grit his teeth. "I don't want your damn excuses woman. Are you so pathetic you can not tie down one rope?!" Gasping a little at the way he was speaking to you you looked down, feeling tiny under his formidable glare. "I'm sorry." you whispered. Going to grab the rope again you froze when he grabbed your wrist in a tight hold, snatching you towards him. Seeing the rope burn on her hand he grit his teeth a mix of emotions running through him. She was hurt, a layer of skin rubbed away. A part of him wanted to lift her into his arms and carry her to his room so he could treat the wounds but he knew he couldn't. He couldn't show weakness and it only angered him more. Seeing everyone still watching he bit down on his cigar and shoved her away from him, making her fall to her bottom on the deck. Refusing to look down at her he turned away, "Go back to your room." "Croco..." Growling he snapped his eyes back down to her "NOW! Or I will toss you to the sea kings." he yelled. The look on her face, shock and fear, it was one he had seen many times from others. HE had always enjoyed the power he had over others, the way even his presence could make a grown man tremble in terror. It was a look he took pride in, that was until he saw it on her face. She said not a word, her eyes dropping to the ground. Standing you ignored the pain in your hands. Mumbling a soft apology to him you turned and walked through the men to the stairs. Getting down to your room you curled up in bed and felt tears roll across the bridge of your nose. A strong pressure had resided in your chest ever since then. You hadn't come down for supper and thankfully no one had bothered you. Glancing to the Captain's quarters you saw the light still on and bit your lip. Dropping your eyes back to your drawing you rubbed your finger over the shadow underneath the hourglass. Tilting your head you moved to the top of the page and started drawing in the moon and clouds. Furrowing your brows you dropped your hand some and added in an oddly shaped star. Blinking you looked over the eight pointed star and felt a strange feeling in your chest. "Don't you ever sleep?" Flinching you dropped your pencil and looked up to see Crocodile standing above you. He wore a pair of lounge pants and his coat, no shirt or boots. A cigar hung lazily from his lips and his lidded eyes looked down on you in a way that made you feel small. "I couldn't sleep." you answered softly. Looking down you flipped your book closed and crawled after your pencil as it started rolling away. Seeing her pencil rolling away he placed his foot on it to stop it and bent down to grab it before standing back up. Looking it over he saw it was actually a charcoal pencil, a very short charcoal pencil. Licking your lips you grabbed your book and stood. Looking up his silk clad legs you saw him hold out your pencil and reached out for it, your eyes still not rising to his. Placing your fingers on the pencil something caught your eye. Looking to his left hip you saw a familiar shape in black ink. "I didn't know you had a tattoo." you said in a soft voice. Freezing he saw her eyes looking at his soulmate mark and snapped his own eyes to her. "Yes... ah..." don't do it... "Do you?" he asked before he could stop himself. A small hint of hope filled him but when she shook her head he felt it quickly disappear, a cold emptiness taking it's place. Shaking your head you looked up at him, happy the two of you were speaking again. " No I don't have any tattoos but I..." "Go to bed y/n." he said, interrupting her and turning to quickly make his way back to his own chambers. The small smile that had started to form on your face instantly fell as you watched him walk away from you. Curling up you pulled your sketchbook to your chest and looked down as you did as he said and went below deck but knew no sleep would come to you tonight. .................................... Finishing up the last piece you bit your lip and looked down at your hard work. Sure it wasn't a real chess board but you thought you had done a pretty good job of drawing out each piece onto the rocks you had found. You had even drawn a board onto a slice of log you had convinced Bonez to cut for you. Satisfied you dropped the rocks into baggie and stuck the log under your arm before heading to Crocodile's room. Hearing the rest of the crew in the kitchen you bit your lip nervously as you made your way up the stairs to the door, holding on tighter to the railing as the wind blew. Standing in front of the door you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before raising your hand to knock. "What is it?" Hearing his deep voice you grabbed the knob and turned it, pushing it open slowly and looking inside to see him lounging on his bed, reading. He had his left arm thrown behind his head, his hook resting on his bedside table. His feet were crossed and a cigar was pinched between his lips. He looked relaxed to you, that was until he looked up and saw you standing there. It was her, what was she doing here? Swallowing hard he dropped his eyes back to his book, "Go away y/n. I'm busy..." "Wait.. I... I made you something." you said quickly. When his eyes looked back up to you, a bored expression on his face you licked your lips and stepped inside his room, setting the 'board' down on the desk and dumping out the little rocks to start setting them up. Sighing he got up form his bed and walked over to her. "What is this?" he asked, looking down at the junk she was putting on his desk. Taking a deep breath you set up the pieces and then looked up to him, a hopeful grin on your face. "I made a chessboard." you told him. Noticing him looking at it with a blank expression you grinned sheepishly and rubbed your arm. "I thought we could play." Looking between her and the makeshift board he felt that warming in his chest and grit his teeth. "No. Go ask someone..." "I don't want to play with anyone else." you said quickly cutting him off. When he still tried brushing you off you furrowed your brows. "What did I do wrong?" "Leave y/n..." "NO!" you yelled, loosing your temper and making his eyes snap back to you. "Why have you been ignoring me? If I did something wrong tell me so I can apologize or make it right. If it's about what I told you the other night I'm sorry I didn't mean to make things awkward. I only told you because you asked and you are my friend so I..." "Wait..." he said, looking to her in shock. "Friend? You think I am your friend?" he asked. When he saw her look to him with in confusion he chuckled and then he started to laugh. He was laughing, why was he laughing? It didn't sound like the laugh you had heard before. Slowly you started curling into yourself. "...aha! You stupid girl. Do you honestly think I would be friends with someone as pathetic as you?!" he said with a smile on his face. When she didn't answer he shook his head. "I wasn't helping you because I wanted us to be friends. I helped you simply because you helped me. I was paying off a debt. A debt I will add that has been repaid fully. Two weeks I was with you in your world and as of yesterday it has been two weeks here as well. We are even now, there is no reason for me to be burdened by you any further." Her eyes stayed down, looking at the 'chessboard' on his desk. Feeling a sharp pain in his chest he felt his lip twitch into a snarl. Grunting he walked back to it and placed his finger on the wood, using his powers to drain all the moisture out of wood. When the rocks and dust fell to the desk top he grit his teeth around his cigar. "Unless you want to end up the same I suggest you get out of my sight." he told her in a deep voice. Staring at his hand you felt the knot in your throat becoming harder to hold in. Dropping your eyes to the dark wood floor you slowly walked from the room. Grabbing the knob with shaking fingers you opened it and stepped out, refusing to look at him, knowing it would only cause you more pain. Shutting the door softly behind you you felt your feet carry you down to your room. Getting inside you trembled and lifted your head, feeling tears finally drop from your eyes and roll down your cheeks. Grabbing your bag you unzipped it and packed your sketch book and pencil. Opening your drawer to take the hygiene products he had bought you but leaving the clothes and book he had bought you in a neat pile on top of the dresser. Swallowing thickly you closed your eyes, grabbing your Sketchbook you ripped out a piece of paper and sat down on your bed... well not yours anymore. After writing your goodbye letter you waited until everyone went to bed before you quietly left the room you had been using. Making your way out onto the deck you glanced over to Crocodile's chambers and saw the light out. Next you looked up to the crow's nest and saw one of the crew members up there, from the looks of it he was sleeping. Taking a deep breath you hurried over to one of the little boats. Doing the ropes you bit your lip and muffled a whimper as it hit your still burnt palms from the other day. Managing to lower it down you climbed down the ropes and cut them loose. With the strong wind it took no time before the ship was far from you. Watching it get further and further away you tried swallowing down the sob but the ache in your heart was becoming unbearable. You had been so stupid. Of course he didn't want to be your friend and he damn sure wouldn't want anything else with you. He was one of the seven warlords of the sea, he was far out of your league. He didn't want you, no one did. Looking out at the open sea and then up to the stars you felt the tears fall from your eyes like rivers. Pulling your knees up to your chest you held your face in your hands. Never feeling more alone than you did right now.

#Sir Crocodile #one piece crocodile #crocodile fanfiction #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x reader #HEAVY ANGST #triggering content #one piece #One Piece Fanfiction #soulmate #soulmarks #soulmate au

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lunarmoment · 4 years ago

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Find the Words

Thanks for the tag, @sleepyowlwrites! Really enjoyed reading your excerpts, and I'll tag you back, if you'd like! My words to find are: ground, shirt, room, situation, and ear.

Ground (from Collecting Keepers)

Neither Thatcher nor Clay said anything as they approached. Pushing forward on their toes, they sidled through the half-decayed leaves, praying the damp ground would deaden any noise they made.

Shirt (from Collecting Keepers)

By midafternoon, the wind picked up, pelting their faces with sharp grains of sand and the occasional piece of unfettered scrub. They pulled their shirts across their noses and mouths, waiting for nightfall.

Room (from my untitled fantasy story)

Cassika looked up at the night sky. “I feel like there would finally be enough room for me up there.”

Situation (from Keepers Collected)

The air adopted the density of hot tar, and the reality of the situation settled on Willow. He was there that day. He could have changed the outcome. He could have saved her.

Ear (from Collecting Keepers)

Large, leafy plants crowded the bathtub. Frowning, she peered closer—expecting a different sort of plant—but the mismatched pots were home to elephant ears, cordyline, ficuses, and umbrella plants, all wide-leafed and glossy.

Tagging: @pens-swords-stuff @novanovelwriting @akindofmagictoo @indecentpause @uraniumwriting and anyone else who would like to participate! No pressure, as always.

New words: metal, bright, city, ocean/sea, and star.

#writeblr #writeblr tag games #tag games #find the words #Collecting Keepers #Keepers Collected #fantasy story #my writing #writing

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twilights-800-cats · 4 years ago

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<< Allegiances || Chapter 23 || Chapter 24 || From the Beginning || Patreon >>

Chapter 24

Feathertail blinked in the sunshine, wincing at its strength. The air still smelled of rain from the night before, and it filled the area around Eagle Rock with the sharp smells of wet pine and grass. The water had blown its banks here, too, but not so severely as the pool by the waterfall – it still made a suitable place to bury the dead.

Boulder, Sheer, Claw, and Swift’s bodies had been buried beneath one of the pines, and marked with one of the stones that had fallen with Sharptooth. Crag and Talon’s paws were still caked with wet mud from the work, and they lay together, cleaning each other with rasping tongues.

Now it was Stormfur’s turn.

Feathertail felt numb as she watched Stoneheart and Crowpaw lower Stormfur’s body down into his grave – separate from the others, given a place of honor beneath one of the oldest trees in the mountains. Close to the water, but far enough away to protect it from rot, like a RiverClan warrior deserved. Nightpaw joined them as they scraped the turned earth over him, sealing him away.

He’s really gone, Feathertail thought.

She hadn’t slept the night before – hardly any cat had. They had been too busy assessing the damage, treating wounds and collecting the dead. Feathertail could remember Night’s wails of grief as she saw Boulder’s body lined up with the others. If she closed her eyes, she could see Hawk, Ice, and Swoop’s gazes of confusion, or see Bird cuddled close to Swift, mourning her littermate and babbling that it should’ve been her instead.

“Today, we honor the lost,” rasped Stoneteller as the last of the earth was packed down.

All eyes turned to the old Tribe cat as he limped his way forward. There was an air of reverence to the ceremony – Stonetellers did not leave the cave unless it was for something so important. Snow walked by his side, her bright white pelt still streaked with herb matter and blood. Behind them, Shadepaw and Sun carried between them a thick stick.

Stoneteller stopped before Stormfur’s grave. Snow sat beside him, while Shadepaw and Sun took a position such that Stormfur’s grave was underneath the stick they carried. Feathertail saw the claw marks on the stick, and remembered grating her own claws through the soft wood. It’s appreciation for what he did, she recalled, dimly.

“The Tribe of Endless Hunting receives Boulder, Claw, Sheer, and Swift – brave cave-guards and prey-hunters who gave their lives to save us all,” Stoneteller meowed on, lifting his chin. “And we will forever honor Stormfur – he was not of the Tribe, but he gave his life for us regardless. He was the storm of our salvation. His sacrifice spared us from Sharptooth, and we thank him.”

“We thank him,” chorused the Tribe cats.

We thank him, Feathertail thought.

Snow nodded to Shadepaw and Sun, and the two young cats gently sank the stick into the soft earth of Stormfur’s grave. It stuck out tall and proud, a marker that would show even in the deepest snow. The two stepped away and dipped their heads.

The Tribe cats approached then, offering stones and feathers to cover the turned earth. Feathertail swallowed, trying to fight her trembling limbs. She wanted to spring at them and scream that they had the wrong cat, that Stormfur was still alive, just hiding somewhere – but her body refused to obey.

A soft scent touched her nose, and she felt Brook brush against her. Feathertail swallowed, breathing in her gentle smell. She looked down at the Tribe she-cat and knew, instantly, that she had forgiven Brook for her betrayal. There was no room in her heart to be angry, not when she was so sad. Feathertail pressed her muzzle against Brook’s, feeling like her heart was about to burst.

“We cannot thank you enough for what you’ve done for us,” rasped Stoneteller. The old tom was looking at Mistyfoot, his eyes full of sorrow. “The Clans will always be welcome here.”

“Always,” echoed Snow.

“Thank you,” Mistyfoot murmured. Her blue eyes, soft with loss, rested on Stormfur’s grave. She bent her muzzle and picked up a small, round stone from between her paws. She rested it gently on Stormfur’s grave, rubbing her muzzle against it as if to leave her scent for him.

She raised her nose to the sky, as if she could see Stormfur there, somehow. “Good bye,” she said. “I’ll bring them home, Stormfur.”

Crowpaw stepped forward, a bundle of wool in his jaws. He rested it on the grave before murmuring, “I hope you’ll be comfortable in the stars.”

Stoneheart limped forward, and he laid down a chip from one of Sharptooth’s claws. “I’ll miss you,” he confessed. “I’ve never had such a good partner in battle.”

Dock was Nightpaw’s gift, and he tucked it beneath Mistyfoot’s stone. “We were in danger all the time,” he meowed, sniffling. His pale blue eyes were wavering with sorrow. “But you never failed to make me laugh.”

Shadepaw tucked the sprig of an old willow into the dirt. “May it remind you of home,” she prayed, pressing a paw against her gift. “And thank you, for all that you taught me. May you have swift running, good hunting, and shelter when you sleep.”

Feathertail blinked as all their eyes turned to her. She swallowed and got to her paws, taking her gift in her jaws. Brook brushed against her as she padded up to Stormfur’s grave, bending her neck to rest the feather lightly against the dirt.

“I’m thankful they buried you by the water, brother. I think you’ll like it here,” Feathertail told him. She took a deep breath, hoping to catch one last bit of Stormfur’s scent – all she found was dirt and dampness. “I’ll miss you.”

Feathertail lifted her head, swallowing again. Now it seemed for sure that Stormfur was well and truly gone, never to return. She looked up at the sky, soft and blue, searching the clouds like Mistyfoot had. She thought one was looking down at her with a sparkle in what looked like an eye. Was that Stormfur?

Were they back in RiverClan territory, she and all of RiverClan would have lifted their muzzles to sing Stormfur’s spirit to StarClan – but it wasn’t something cats of the other Clans were familiar with, and Feathertail couldn’t help but wonder if it would work here, under the Tribe cat’s skies.

I’ll sing for you when we return home, she thought. For now, she hoped that the Tribe’s traditions would allow Stormfur’s spirit to reach the stars. He had died for their sakes – it only seemed right to respect their ways.

Too soon it was clear that it was time for them to go. Talon and Crag stepped forward, offering to show them the way. Feathertail glanced at Brook, wondering if the small she-cat would join them, only to meet her eyes and see pain there.

“I’ll miss hunting beside you,” Brook meowed. “I hope I can see you again one day.”

Feathertail leaned forward and brushed her muzzle against Brook’s, breathing in her soft scent. Maybe if she held it in her mind, she’d never forget the days spent patrolling among the stones with the pretty tabby, and how Feathertail had unburdened herself in the cold, clear mountain air.

“I’ll miss you, too,” Feathertail whispered. “More than anything.”

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Days passed as they walked, Mistyfoot leading the way down the mountain and into the soft grasses that stretched between them and their way home. They dodged Thunderpaths and Twolegs and dogs with ease, their stride purposeful though their hearts were heavy.

Feathertail’s paws felt strange now on the earth, and, when she turned one over to examine it for a thorn, she found that her pads had hardened over such that the barb hadn’t even pierced them. Even her pelt felt too warm, now, despite leaf-fall having taken a firm hold on the lands below, turning the leaves golden and red. The chill in the air was nothing compared to frozen-water in the mountains.

There was little said, but in reality, there was little that needed to be said. Each cat seemed to be mourning in their own, private way – but their purpose was firmly ahead of them now, and they had nothing to keep them from their goal.

Soon enough, as they trotted together up a steep hill, Feathertail found herself ahead of the others. Her muscles were accustomed to the slope thanks to hunting so often with the Tribe. She reached the top first, and she took a deep breath.

The smell of Thunderpath was overwhelming, and stretched out before her she could see a familiar tangle of the gray stone rivers ahead. There were more fenced-off squares of farmland between them, the tall plants inside a hundred shades of gold. Corn, Crowpaw had called it, what seemed like a lifetime ago. Beyond that…

Feathertail saw the small peaks beyond the Thunderpaths and sighed. Their long journey was finally coming to an end. She had to resist the urge to turn her head and cry out in delight at Stormfur – he would never walk by her side again, not in life.

“Hightstones!” cried Nightpaw.

The small black tom had hauled himself up to the top of the hill, his tail up and eyes bright. He looked back at the others as they, too, reached the top. “It’s Highstones! We’re almost home!”

As the others gasped, purring at the thought of finally being in the forest again, Feathertail found herself recalling this sight from the top of the mountain, with Brook by her side. How it had all seemed so small from up there. She looked over her shoulder, wondering if she could spot the exact cliff she was thinking of. The mountains were pale in the distance, however, and too far away.

Her heart clenched, and she looked ahead. While the others were chattering excitedly, Feathertail found herself struggling to move forward. Beyond Highstones was a Clan full of cats that didn’t love her, cats she had been told by her ancestors to save regardless. Beyond Highstones was a RiverClan without Stormfur.

Behind her, though…

Feathertail looked back again. Stormfur is in the mountains, now, she thought. Was his spirit even among StarClan? In the mountains… She thought again of Brook, recalled her sweet, gentle scent.

In the mountains is my heart.

“Feathertail, are you all right?”

Feathertail blinked, turning her muzzle back around. Shadepaw was waiting for her on the hill, but Mistyfoot was already leading the others down the slope and towards the first Thunderpath. Feathertail swallowed.

“I’m fine,” she said. “Let’s go.”

As she picked her way down the hill, Feathertail turned inward again. Mistyfoot is going to lead the Clans home, and I’m going to help her. But after that…

After that, I’ll go back for all that I left behind, and I’ll find a way to live without you, brother.

#tb au #tb moonrise #oh lordie its done

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ahatintimestorybook · 4 years ago

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Secret in the Treehouse Chap.2 Painted Flowers

Here is the next chapter and a happy new year as well (depending where you are as its still New Year's eve where I am)

Also I named the Painter, Peter before Shane-Frost revealed the Painter’s real name.

Well, Enjoy!

“Peter! Come on!” A young girl shouted to her friend. The young girl had red hair tied into a braid that was covered with leaves and twigs. She wore a light blue dress and tan overalls.

Peter, a young boy wearing a red apron over a dark blue shirt with a crescent moon on it, was starting to get tired following his best friend around. His clothes were muddy, and like the young girl, his hair had some leaves and twigs as well. “Willow, do we have to go deeper into the forest?” Peter whined. “I mean, it's just a flower!”

Willow stopped in her tracks and turned to face her friend. “Just a flower!” She growled. “Peter, this is one of the rarest flowers in Subcon! They won’t bloom again for another 100 years!” She exclaimed. Peter gulped and stepped back from his friend. Willow sighed, calming down a bit. “Sorry. I just want to find this flower for my mom.” She apologized.

Peter sighed back seeing she had calmed down. However, he didn’t want to walk deeper into the forest, knowing whatever was there, just for a flower. “Does it have to be deep into Subcon?” He asked.

“That’s what my book told me.” Willow replied. “We're not too far away, so let’s hurry!” Willow then ran off, surprising Peter, who then started to run after his friend.

“Willow, wait!” Peter shouted, trying to catch up, but she was faster. He didn’t look where he was running, and he tripped on a nearby root and fell to the ground with a thud.

Willow stopped in her tracks to see her friend had fallen and was struggling to get up. Sympathizing with Peter, Willow walked up to him and held her hand out for him. “Sorry.” She apologized. “I forgot you're not the best runner.”

Peter took his friend’s hand and stood up giving her a smile. “It’s okay. Just please slow down next time.” He requested. Willow nodded, promising to slow down a bit. The two friends were ready to continue looking for the rare flower, but they stopped at the sound of rustling in the nearby bushes. Peter whimpered and went behind the Florist’s back, shaking like a leaf.

“Stay behind me, Peter. This could be a Rough Patch!” Willow warned. She grabbed the stick she was using as her weapon and waited for whatever was coming out of the bushes.

However, it wasn’t a Rough Patch, but instead Lucas and Vanessa. Peter screamed in fear before even seeing who it actually was, and hid behind a tree. Willow slowly lowered her stick as she looked up at the duo. “P-princess Vanessa?” Willow asked.

“T-The princess?” Peter asked, popping his head out from behind the tree. He quickly came out, seeing there was no Rough Patch, but a princess. “Your majesty,” he said, giving a bow. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you two.” Lucas spoke up. He then turned to Willow and nodded, knowing she was the missing girl. “Your mother is worried for you.”

Willow glared and crossed her arms at the stranger. “How do you know my mother?” She asked.

“She told us that you and your friend,” He gestured towards Peter, “were missing, and I told her I’d find you guys.” Lucas explained. Willow raised an eyebrow, which made Lucas decide that maybe he should introduce himself. “Oh, I’m Lucas, by the way. I’m the future prince of Subcon.”

Willow chuckled. “Well then future prince,” She spat. “I’m Willow, and this is Peter.” She introduced herself and her friend, who gave a small wave. “We’re currently looking for a rare flower that blooms every 100 years, for my mom.” She explained.

“Oh!” Lucas realized. “Well, do you need any help?”

Willow’s eyes widen at Lucas’s offer. “Why would the future prince and princess of Subcon want to help us?” Willow asked.

“Because we’re the future rulers and it would be nice to help our future subjects no matter what!”

Willow thought about it for a bit, and turned towards Peter. She grabbed him and pulled him away from the royal kids. “Think they should help us?” Willow asked.

Peter thought for a second, and nodded. “It wouldn’t hurt.” He said, sheepishly. Willow groaned, but seeing it be nice company, she’d agreed to it. She was ready to speak with Lucas only to see the young prince and Vanessa in a discussion as well.

“I don’t know about this, my prince.” Vanessa doubted. Even though they were her subjects, what would her mother say when she found out she went deep into Subcon Forest?

“Come on, Nessa. I know we found them and we’re supposed to bring her back, but this girl wants to help her mom.” Lucas begged. “Could we please help them?”

Vanessa wasn’t sure what to think. Does she want to help Willow and her friend go deep into Subcon Forest, and disappoint her mother? Or does she want to be seen as a good ruler who would care to help her people in need? She looked into her prince’s eyes, which sparkled like stars. Sighing, and not caring what her mother will have to say, she gave a nod.

“Guess we could help them.” Vanessa said, uncertainty.

Lucas smiled. “Great!” He exclaimed. He took Vanessa’s hand and took her to Willow and Peter who were waiting on them. “Alright, I spoke with the princess and we would love to help you guys!”

Willow crossed her arms, but her glare faded. “I guess you could help us.” Willow sighed.

“Thanks.” Lucas replied. “So, what’s this rare flower you're looking for?”

“It’s called a Latent Pansy. A purple and yellow pansy that blooms in Subcon every 100 years!” Willow explained.

Vanessa gasped. “I’ve heard of that flower! In Subcon legends, it says that whoever picks the flower will bring luck to their family for generations to come!” She explained.

“Well I want it for my mother’s flower kart. I want luck on my side so our small little kart will be a big and fancy flower shop one day.” Willow explained.

“Well then, let’s find this flower!” Lucas exclaimed.

Willow smiled and held up the stick like it was a sword, claiming herself the leader of this mission. “Alright team! Let’s go!” She shouted. The kids then followed her deeper into Subcon Forest.

It felt like hours had passed, and the four Subcon kids still haven’t found the Latent Pansy yet. Soon the sun started to set at the horizon, bathing the forest in its glow.. Peter gulped seeing how dark the forest was getting. “S-should we head back home now?” Peter whimpered.

“Don’t worry, we should be close.” Willow reassured her friend.

“How far in Subcon do these flowers even grow?” Lucas asked.

“Deep, very deep into Subcon. So deep that I’m not even allowed to go.” Vanessa explained.

Willow turned to the princess. “Well, you are the princess of Subcon, your freedom is limited to your manor.” She replied.

Vanessa stopped in her tracks and glared at Willow. “I’m not just stuck in my manor all day! I have my freedom in Subcon and beyond too.”

“So then why can’t you go deep into Subcon Forest?”

“W-Well…” Vanessa trailed off, rubbing her arm. Before Vanessa could answer, a snap of a branch caught the kid’s attention. “What was that?!” Vanessa asked. The kids huddled close together just in case the thing that snapped the branch would attack them.

A growl came from the bushes, making Peter and Vanessa cry in fear. Then from out of the bushes a small cat-like creature with a bush for a body popped out hissing at them. Peter screamed and held onto Willow’s arm tight. The latter glared and raised her stick at the creature.

“A Rough Patch!” Willow shouted.

“A what?” Lucas asked.

“Rough Patches are cat-like creatures who are very hostile in Subcon. They attack anyone that’s near their territory.” Vanessa explained.

The Rough Patch snarled making everyone step back. However, it paused when seeing Lucas, tilting its head towards him. The young prince was confused as the Rough Patch made his way toward him with no aggressive body language, while Willow, Vanessa and Peter whimpered in fear. The cat-like creature sniffed Lucas’s shoe, before nuzzling and purring on his lake.

The Subcon residents were confused why Lucas isn’t being attacked by Rough Patch, but rather the latter being sweet and snuggly towards him. The young prince kneeled down and gave the creature a pet. “Its fur is soft.” Lucas commented.

“C-Careful!” Vanessa shouted. “Rough Patches are dangerous!”

Lucas looked down at the little critter, who just softly purred on his lap. “Doesn’t look dangerous to me.” Lucas replied, continuing to give the creature some pets. After giving the Rough Patch some love, Lucas saw something from the bushes the creature came out of. He walked over to it and saw a field of purple and yellow pansies; Latent Pansies.

“Are these Latent Pansies?” Lucas asked. Willow, Peter and Vanessa went and looked over the bushes and smiled seeing the flowers blooming all over the forest floor.

Willow smiled seeing the flowers right in front of her. “Those are the Latent Pansies!” Willow exclaimed. She went through the bushes and looked at the beautiful purple and yellow flowers blooming around them. Looking to see which flower looked perfect to pick, she picked a Latent Pansy that had an equal amount of purple and yellow on its petals, as well as a perfectly balanced size.

Vanessa picked out a few Latent Pansies as well to bring home. “Okay.” Peter spoke up. “Now can we go home? Please?” He shouted. The kids looked up and saw night had just fallen over Subcon, and before one of them could say yes, they dashed out of the flower field and headed back in the direction they came from.

“Quickly, we better make it home before my mother finds-” Vanessa was cut off when she and the kids stopped in their tracks to see their parents with a mix of worry and disappointment in their face. “Us.”

“Willow! Peter!” Willow’s mother exclaimed, hugging the two of them. “Are you two okay?” She asked.

“We’re fine!” Willow replied. Even though Willow and Peter were fine, that didn’t mean Vanessa was fine as the two kids saw how scared the princess was facing her mother.

“Vanessa!” Elizabeth shouted. “What in the name of Subcon were you doing deep into the forest!? Don’t you know how dangerous it is!?”

“I-I know mother.” Vanessa stuttered. “I didn’t mean too I was only just-“ Vanessa was cut off by her mother’s shouting.

“Disobeying orders!” Elizabeth shouted. The queen felt Autumn hold her back, in hopes of calming her down.

Lucas looked at Vanessa, seeing she was about to cry due to her mother’s actions. Determined to help his future queen, he went up to the current one. “It wasn’t Vanessa’s fault.” Elizabeth and Willow’s mother turned to the young boy talking. Vanessa gasped, wondering what her prince was going to do. “It was my idea to go there. You see, Willow and Peter were looking for Latent Pansies, and I wanted to help them. Vanessa was trying to stop me because she was not allowed to go, but I made her follow with us regardless.” He explained.

Vanessa’s eyes glistened as a stray tear fell from her face. She realized he was defending her.

“So if anyone should be in trouble, it should be me.” Lucas finished.

Elizabeth was still angry her daughter disobeyed orders, but stepped back seeing Lucas explaining everything to her. “Elizabeth,” Autumn spoke up. “They are just kids. I think tonight they should be let go with a warning.”

“Plus, they weren’t hurt, your majesty.” Willow’s mother added quickly.

The queen glanced at her friend and her subject, and nodded. “Vanessa. Let’s go home.” She spoke up not giving her daughter a single glance. Vanessa nodded and followed her mother with Lucas following close behind.

Seeing how the royal family was heading home, Willow’s mother took her daughter and Peter’s hand and took them home too. “Come on let’s get you two to bed.” She said.

“Okay mom.” Willow replied.

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