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utterlyotterlyx · 1 year ago

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The Fox and The Fawn

High Lord Eris x Rhys!Sister!Reader x Azriel

Part One

Summary - As the ways of the world shift, you find yourself torn between those who have always cared for you and the life you feel like you were made to live.

Warnings - none right now really, some angst, harmless flirting, tension, slight fluff, mention of wing loss

Hauntingly beautiful was one of the few ways to describe the High Lord Eris Vanserra.

There was a rake-ish look about him, like he belonged in one of Nesta's regency era romance novels that had her eyes widened and bottom lip caught between her teeth. It was rather infuriating.

Tension continued to linger, one of doubtful trust. Rhys wanted to trust Eris, he wanted to trust that the new High Lord of Autumn knew what he was doing, but something was stopping your brother from investing into the change fully and you weren't quite sure what.

Eris sat opposite you in the meeting chamber, eyes trailing down your figure approvingly, a crown of golden leaves dipping to his brow and accentuating those russet eyes that always sought to burn you with their intense glare. It had been strictly forbidden for you to leave Velaris on your own after what had happened to your elder sister at the hands of Tamlin, you understood it of course, Rhys wouldn't survive if he lost you too, his youngest sibling but by far the fiercest creature in all of Prythian's history.

War was scoured into your bones, hellfire raged in your soul, and you were very well known for your tactical prowess and outspoken nature, from your quick wit to your dry humour. Some said that you were the reason that Prythian still stood, you had worked very hard to undermine Amarantha right under her nose, feigning innocence and naivety that she drank from like a fountain of youth, you had been instrumental in the war against Hybern too, and Eris had watched in stoic awe as you wielded your sword like it was an extension of yourself, gracefully cutting down your victims and using your power to decimate hoards of males into ash.

Eris wouldn't admit it, certainly not in front of Rhysand and Cassian who made it his mission to keep Eris as far away from you as possible, but he thought that you were the most incredible thing he had ever witnessed. And as you sat before him, draped in a sheer black dress adorned with white crystals that allowed him to relish at the picture of your full breasts, it was taking him a lot of will power to not fling you on that table and take you right there and then, even if your brother was watching, he didn't care.

The meeting was simple, Rhys wanted to know how the politics between the courts were to improve with Eris now at the helm and steering the Autumn Court ship. Feyre sat to the left of your brother, dressed in her usual ethereal pale blue, another garment made by your mother, but less impressive than the items you owned. You sat to his right with Azriel to your side, Mor, Cassian and Nesta occupied the seats to Feyre's left in that order, and Lucien lingered somewhere between, still on the side of the Night Court, put just an arms length away from his brother.

Eris was stoic and cruel, power radiated from him, but you seemed the be the only one who saw what lingered beneath that façade. The occasional split second glance he would direct to Lucien when he thought no one was watching, one full of regret and sadness. It seemed that there were many more layers to Eris Vanserra than any of you realised.

"How do we know that you won't rule like your father did?" Rhys had craned forward in his seat, his jet black crown glistening in the darkening sunlight that poured down through the domed windows.

Eris' jaw ticked, a clearly sensitive subject for him, your chin dipped in examination and for a moment, he glanced to you, fire in his eyes that mirrored the very faint sphere of orange that curled around pupils, "Would I have bothered to overthrow him to only rule like him?" Eris replied with his own question and you felt Mor scoff from where you sat, your older cousin not enjoying the sentiment one bit.

"Who knows what you males strive for," Mor bit, more like growled, at him, you face remained distant and cold, you didn't remove your gaze from him, everyone knew that they couldn't hide from you, you were too observant.

Guilt had swirled in your gut at the sight of him, under examination by a group of people he longed to be somewhat friendly with, to work with to better the lives of his people, and Velaris was rich in knowledge and power, it was a court that you would want on your side if you walked a second in his shoes.

It wasn't often, if at all, that you would speak at meetings, it was an unspoken rule for you to be seen and not heard, your presence was powerful enough, and you did have the knack for making things worse with your jabbing words, "Raise your hand if your father is a piece of shit," the room fell silent, and Azriel had his head dipped low to conceal his smirk, his knee nudging yours gently in warning.

Slowly you raised your hand and looked to Rhys who rolled his eyes, but didn't raise his own, he didn't want to indulge you. In turn, Cassian raised his hand, Azriel lifted a finger as did Mor, Lucien's hand raised with his elbow still firmly plastered on the arm of his chair, and Eris didn't dare partake, but you all knew his answer already. Counting under your breath at the souls that had answered your call, you relaxed into your seat, "I don't know about you Rhys but I don't think you're anything like our dear old dad. Mor is nothing like hers, nor is Cassian or Azriel or Lucien. If we were all held accountable for the actions of our fathers then we surely would live in the most tyrannical world possible, no?"

Rhys raked down the iron clad walls of your mind and you gave him a pointed look, refusing him entry and smirking at the twitch that pulled at the corner of his lip, "There is no evidence that Eris will be like Beron, and refusing him alliance only makes such possibilities more likely," you picked at an invisible thread of your sheer black garment and feathered your fingers down the bargain tattoo that curled around your upper arm, one that matched the mark Azriel bore in the same place from a stupid bargain you had made what felt like eons ago.

"In simple terms, brother," you fluttered your eyelashes at him, ignoring his clear fury, "Get over yourself and give it a chance. Prythian can't be a land of harmony when males with big egos can't see the opportunity before them."

Feyre had confined herself to looking at the wall, shifting uncomfortably at the colliding forces of power between you and her mate. It was never something she had the courage to stand between, she'd perish if she even tried. Nesta was smirking at you, the only one who would hold Rhys accountable and live to see another day, relishing in the fury of the High Lord.

Another nudge prodded into your thigh and you snapped your gaze to Azriel, "Will you stop nudging me?" You swatted at his thigh, "This world has been through enough already, Amarantha, Hybern, Koschei... It's time that we made a world to be proud of and we can only do that if we work together."

"Who knew that the fawn had a voice?" Eris spoke and you sent him a satisfied grin, Rhys looked to the High Lord and snarled at the name he had dared to direct to you, but quickly composed himself with a warning glace to you that meant he would deal with you later.

Matching is tone, you teased, "Thank you. My campaign for High Lady is imminent," Cassian let out an audible low chuckle, his shoulders shaking next to Nesta who was doing her best to contain the amused smile that fought its way onto her lips.

Typical y/n.

Looking to Rhys, you smiled and waiting expectantly, he seethed out his answer, "Fine," he moved his attention to Eris who was still smirking at you, eyes blazing with curiosity, "We will work with you, Eris. Let's call this the start of a long lasting alliance between our courts," Rhys rose to his feet, "Please feel free to stay the evening and join us for dinner. I will have a room prepared for you."

An olive branch, one that made you avert your gaze to Eris to see him nod in shocked agreement.

Rhys lowered himself so that his head lingered by your ear, his fingers curled around the back of your chair, and he growled, "My office. Now."

A chill slithered down your spine and you smiled thinly at no one in particular before rising from your seat and following Rhys from the room. The pair of you didn't utter a single word as he led you through the halls of the House of Wind, walls that seemed to shrink away from your pulsating energies as he led you to his office and shut the door behind your entrance.

"What in the name of the Mother do you think you're doing?" Rhys seethed as he rounded your smaller figure, towering over you to the point that he shrouded you in the shadow of his figure and flexing wings.

With a raised brow, you spoke calmly, "I highly suggest you take a step back and stop trying to intimidate me," his gaze softened slightly and he obeyed you, stuttering back a couple of feet and tucking his wings out of sight.

"Eris is not someone that we should have an alliance with," he leaned against his desk and watched as you turned around, lifting the heavy glass lid to his whisky decanter and pouring two glasses of the amber liquid before extending one out to him which he took without question.

You waited until he had taken a sip before talking, "Regardless of what you think, you know I'm right," you took the seat opposite the desk and nestled into the deep brown cushions, leaving him standing before you, "Rhys, you wear a mask to the rest of the world, in everywhere other than Velaris. Cauldron, you even make us follow suit. Has it ever entered your limited mind that Eris may do the same, that he too is hiding behind the mask he has created for himself?"

Rhys frowned, "Did you just call me stupid?"

Scoffing, you sipped the amber liquid and enjoyed the delicious burn that sank down your throat, "All you're doing is proving my point."

Rhys threw his head back and inhaled deeply, clenching his eyes closed and pinching the bridge of his nose, "You know that I love you," he lowered his gaze to wash over you, but you didn't falter, you had never faltered under Rhys' glare, you were perhaps the only one who wasn't impacted by it, "You have to understand that I will always do what is right to protect our home, to protect you."

"And you have to understand that I will always do what is right to better the continent, not just our people."

The relationship between you and Rhys was a complicated one. There was a lot of love and respect between you, but his fear of losing you often clouded his mind. His word was law, but your word was the final judgement. The reckoning. There was nothing even he could do to change that.

Many males had attempted to get close to you, but none were good enough to appease the expectations of the High Lord of the Night Court. It wasn't as if you cared. You required an equal, someone who wouldn't diminish your power, and males had the tendency to attempt to control you.

Rhys had even refused your hand to Helion, much to your disappointment, and before the acts that led to the demise of your sister, he had refused to extend a thought to Tamlin who had clearly been besotted with you. Thank the cauldron for that at least.

"You have a strong will, y/n," a backhanded compliment if you had ever heard one, you rose from your seat and placed your empty glass on the bare surface to his left, "It will get you in trouble."

"Good. I can't wait."

Leaving Rhys alone in his office had filled you with far too much smugness and serenity.

The golden tainted pink hue from the sunset poured through the large windows, trickling up the walls and coating your skin in its soft shimmer as you paced before them.

Black fabric chased after your steps from your dress sweeping in the breeze you had created in your movements, you could feel the comfort of your chambers, you could almost taste it as you rounded the corner and entered the room without a second thought.

The familiar skitter of cool kisses swirled around your ankles and you didn't need to look up to see who was splayed across your cream comforter, "I know what you're going to say," you disappeared behind the thin clouded dressing screen and peeled your dress from your body, rifling through the railing full of ornate pieces whilst Azriel examined your silhouette from his place on your bed.

"Then I don't need to tell you how stupid you are," you looked over your shoulder at his words, like he could see your expression which was one of confusion and annoyance, "I swear you get more defiant each day."

Peeking your head around the corner of the screen, displaying your face and shoulder to him, you spoke, "It's the only exciting thing I have to do around here."

Azriel quirked a brow to you, his shadows dancing around his shoulders at the sound of your voice, "That's not true," you scoffed at his words and disappeared back behind the screen, continuing on your quest to find a dress for dinner, "There are plenty of things to keep you entertained in Velaris."

"Azriel," you deadpanned, not stopping your movements in plucking dressed from the railing and holding them up to your body, "Rhys doesn't let me do anything other than train and sit and look pretty and intimidating. I'm Velaris' glorified trophy."

A particular garment caught your eye and you smirked, taking it from its hanger and pulling it up your form. It was a stunning piece, one you rarely wore. An ornate solid gold bodice of blooming roses and ivy that connected to a red wine skirt that possessed a high slit, cream lace poked from the highest point of the slit and kissed your thigh.

"That's not true. He let you fight against Hybern," Azriel told you pointedly, seemingly becoming lost for words when you stepped from the screen and soothed down the skirt of the dress before bending down to secure golden heeled sandals to your feet.

"I fought against Hybern because there was no choice to do anything but that," you hadn't spared the Shadowsinger a glance but smiled softly at the shadows that curled lovingly around your ankles, you held two sets of earrings up to your ears and tilted your head in the mirror, "I'm sure if there was an option to stay home then Rhys would have gladly assigned the position to me."

Azriel rose from the bed, moving behind you and resting his hands on your hips, his hazel eyes boring into your reflection, "He worries about losing you. He couldn't stop what happened to your mother and sister, I think he just wants to be able to stop anything from happening to you," Azriel smiled at you and your orange ringed violet eyes softened at him, "Wear the red ones, they match the skirt."

"Thanks, Az," he hummed in response and took a step back, the place where his hands once lay turning cold and begging for more, "Shall we go to dinner then? What an exciting evening we have ahead of us," Azriel chuckled and offered his arm to you which you gladly took, allowing him to pull you from the room.

There was an unspoken attachment between you and Azriel, like it could be something more if you were both willing to risk your already perfect relationship on the notion of it. You both knew that feelings lingered, but if Rhys ever found out it would surely cause a civil war within your family, and you'd hate to think where everyone would stand in that battle.

The dining room had been beautifully dressed, a black tablecloth and tall golden candles, gold plates and coated silverware, ornate but expensive goblets and an array of blood red and orange flowers, no doubt a nod from Feyre of respect toward Eris.

Azriel left you at your usual seat with a subtle squeeze of the hand before rounding the table and taking his spot opposite you, scuffing the chair against the stone and sitting in it as you did in yours. Family members trailed in one by one, Nesta took her seat beside you and Cassian sat to her left, Mor took the spot beside Azriel and Elain took the other, then Amren entered, then Rhys and Feyre, the former of which nestled into his spot at the head of the table.

Then Lucien and Eris entered, and the High Lord eyed the last two remaining spaces, the one at the head of the table opposite Rhys or the one next to you, and Eris strode beyond his brother to steal that option. He teetered at the edge of it and peered down on you questioningly, "May I?"

Feeling Rhys' eye on you that you didn't dare to acknowledge, you nodded gently, "Of course," he took your answer in the palm of his hand and used it to pull the chair out, his scent of mulled wine, candied orange and pine filling your lungs as he sat.

Eris was dressed well, a red waistcoat adorned with golden swirls, a cream shirt that was tucked into the waistband of his black pants, like he knew to match your own attire, something that not only you noticed.

Idly, decanters of wine floated about the space, pouring themselves into the empty goblets placed at every seat, and food began to appear, dish by dish, on the long table. Platters of roasted vegetables, silver dishes piled with meats, bowls of fresh salads, boats of sauces, and most importantly, towers of desserts that made your eyes glisten, wanting to skip the main course entirely and help yourself to a slice of cake.

Clearing his throat, Rhys raised his goblet, tearing you from your salivating thoughts, "A toast," he smiled thinly at Feyre whose gaze shifted to you and then to the male at your side, "To new alliances."

The room repeated the sentiment before digging in, doing their best to ignore the swirling tension caused by Eris choosing to spend the evening sat beside you. Though, that soon vanished when Cassian started telling his many tales of his escapades throughout the years with the intermittent corrections from Rhys and Azriel.

"I should thank you," a low voice spoke from your right and you craned your head toward Eris, his hypnotising russet orbs were fixated on you, dark and full of wonder as they raked over your face, "For what you said at the meeting. I hope you weren't scolded for helping my cause."

Eris' voice was low, only loud enough for you to hear and you alone, his eyes were soft and stare void of that stoic cold that usually possessed it. He looked like a completely different person, there was actually kindness bubbling within him, genuine sincerity in his words.

"Rhys can scold me all he wants, it'll never change anything," you replied in the same tone, the orange ring in your eyes burning like wildfire, "Anyhow, it's a cause worth supporting."

From the corner of your eye, you caught Lucien watching you with intrigue, his fingers encased with Elain's atop the table with a knowing glitter lingering in his expression, he grinned as his brother spoke and leaned toward Elain to whisper something beyond your realm of hearing, "I can't remember the last time I saw you before Hybern."

Smirking, you asked, "Have you been thinking about me, High Lord?"

"It's not hard to," he replied honestly, watching the faint blush creep up your cheeks, "When was the last time?"

Humming, you thought about it, it wasn't often you actually left the confinements of Velaris thanks to your brother's protective antics, your eyes glazed over slightly, "It was Under The Mountain, at the beginning, after she," you rolled you shoulders, coiling them in the memory of that night.

That's right, the last time he had seen you before the war had been the night after Amarantha had stripped your wings from your body, carving them off with her talons to punish Rhys' reluctance. It had taken everything within Eris to not set her alight on the spot, if he could have, after he had seen your shaking pale form wandering the halls like a ghost.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up."

"It's fine," you insisted, sighing deeply, "It's a fading memory now, I've adjusted well."

"I'm glad to hear it," the genuine tone to him was confusing, but you always knew there more to him than what met the eye, and part of you was proud to have been correct about it.

Eris had grown up listening to the stories about you and Rhys, two formidable winged warriors that exuded darkness and power, who held the capacity in their fingers to shatter kingdoms if they so wished it.

It didn't scare him. You had never scared him actually.

"Make the most of this alliance, Eris. It's very rare that I speak up on such matters," you told him, sipping from the wine in your cup and placing it back onto the tabletop under Rhys' watchful gaze.

There was an elegance about you, Eris noticed, the poised shoulders and perfectly slender pointed ears, the violet eyes with the speckles of Autumn orange, the grace laced in your words. It was a spectacular thing to witness up close.

"Then why did you?"

There was a moment of contemplation and you furrowed your brow in thought, "I can't sit by and be part of the reason why people suffer," very unlike Rhys, "Other than that," you trailed off, looking deep into his eyes like your violet pools were drowning in his soul, "I'm not quite sure."

Author's Note

Part one to the series I've been planning for awhile.

Prepare yourselves for a pining, needy slow burn with a hint of forbidden love x

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urmultideadfandomperson · 5 months ago

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Slashfic Headcanons

Fandom(s): Slashfic Dorian

Character(s): Ghost, Leather, Jay, Mike

Pairing(s): Slashers X MC

Writing Style: Headcanons

Genre(s): Fluff, Cracks

Warning(s): None

Note: This is my first set of Slashfic headcanons, wow. I just started the game three days ago and now I'm at Episode 24. Really great game, I recommend it :3c Anyway, may you enjoy the read!

Ghost

Ghost is an expert at breakdancing. He loves showing off his moves to MC.

He loves teasing and messing with the other Slashers. (Isn't this canon already?)

Ghost acts like a fox when he is around MC—cunning and playful. He also laughs similarly to how a fox giggles!

He has a big talent of rapping and beatboxing.

Ghost is ticklish on his waists. He dislikes admitting that, though. (Make sure you tickle him somewhere else where the other Slashers won't see.)

He's secretly a simp for MC.

Leather

The Arcana Muriel's long lost brother.

Leather is the "responsible adult" among the Slashers. He subtly treats Jay likes a younger brother.

He has vitiligo, hence he is constantly being made fun of by Jammy and Hitch.

Leather likes to clean his chainsaw every now and then, treating it like fine china.

He occasionally likes to whistle a bunch of tunes that are from his childhood.

(This man also definitely has that deep voice and Southern accent... 😩💖)

Jay

Jay has a tooth gap!!

He still isn't very good with making decisions on his own, but everyday, he's trying :3c

Jay's favorite animals are albino mammals.

He has a hidden talent of dancing, but he prefers to keep it secret to everyone... except MC!

Jay has ADHD that was left untreated because of his messed up past. He is learning how to control it with Leather's guidance.

He lowkey likes rock music! He, uh, may or may not have been influenced by a certain Slasher...

Mike

Mike probably knows how to play a piano and/or violin.

He wields a kitchen knife because it was easy to use. He also does not see a reason to show off his weapons.

Mike has a very good singing voice. He is also a great partner in duets (mainly with MC, of course).

He has a very weak presence. It's so weak that he ends up startling the other Slashers multiple times.

Mike takes great care of his luscious hair before and after a murder. He only allows a few people to touch his locks.

This may be unexpected, but he snorts when he laughs! It's very cute. Just don't tell anybody about it, okay?

#slashfic #slashfic dorian #slashers #dorian #slashfic ghost #slashfic leather #slashfic jay #slashfic mike #slashfic headcanons #slashfic imagines #headcanons #imagines #dating sim #this is helping me with my maladaptive daydreaming lol #i miss writing these stuff

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megistusdiary · 1 year ago

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omg regarding your hybrid women post; i had the thought of reader being a hybrid too, so both parties also get in heat 🥰🥰

what ifーfox!reader and arctic fox!arle (youre probably tired of writing for arle LMAO) where reader gets in heat and tries to fuck with arle so shes like all teasing and degrading and shit 😅😅

that's what i like to see 😌

tbh i'm winning rn because my friends just told me how much i remind them of a fox today. basically, that means we belong together 😻😻 delusion is the solution

also, we never get tired of arle. i know this ask was from a few days ago, but since drip marketing was released, we are all UP!

fox!transfem arlecchino x fox!fem reader

dom!transfem fox-hybrid arle x sub!fem fox-hybrid reader

warnings: smut (mdni), transfem arle, wlw content, fox hybrids, fingering, penetration, mentions of heat/knotting, breeding kink

you had to admit, your lover's hands were one of your favorite parts of her. yes, her mind was beautiful, and so was her soul. but her hands were gorgeous.

clawed, as yours were, but hers were much more elegant. despite being quite large, her hands were rather dextrous.

her fingers were long and pretty. well-suited to wielding blades, playing the piano, holding a wine glass elegantly.

oh, and for stretching you out, obviously.

the way her fingers press deeper into you has your mind reeling. your brain is fuzzy already from hormones, and her touches send you into overdrive.

she can hear your claws tearing at her bedsheets, hips grinding into her hand. she uses her free hand to dig her claws into your hip, stilling you.

"someone's desperate," she comments softly, causing you to whine at her, unable to form any biting retorts. she tuts, fucking you faster with her fingers, eyes trained on the way you sucked her fingers in so well.

you were beyond drenched, slick dripping down her hand and ruining her expensive silk bedsheets. your ears were pinned back against your head, face pressed down into the bedsheets as you presented yourself to her on all fours.

she was entranced by how your hips and back arched so perfectly for her. oh, how enticing you were. just for her...

you kick your feet into the bedsheets, mumbling little pleas for her to fuck you. she leans down, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

"you want my cock?" she asks, and you deliciously respond with pathetic little mewls. "shouldn't you feel ashamed at how you're behaving?" she sighs.

she nips at your neck, tutting. "look at you, ruining my sheets with how desperate you are. listen to yourself." she presses her fingers in shallowly, letting you hear the sounds of your own slick being pushed in and out.

she can feel the heat radiating off your neck as your ears flick wildly, tail hitting her side as it wiggles. she moves her hand to grip the base of your tail, biting the inside of her cheek when it causes you to cum all over her fingers.

she enjoys the mindless babbles that come along with your orgasms during your heat, how you destroy her sheets. it's all too intoxicating. she inhales the pheromones from the air, groaning as her cock strains against her pants.

the hand on your tail slides to cup over her bulge, her head falling back as you turn around, her fingers slipping out as you lean down, unzipping her pants.

once you remove her pants, her cock bobs up, allowing you to press a kiss to the sticky tip. she grunts, taking the base and smearing it across your lips to see them go glossy. "well aren't you just an eager little whore? i didn't tell you to turn around, did i?"

you quickly adjust yourself, tail swaying behind you excitedly as she grabs it, moving it away from your pussy as her cock swipes up and down your folds.

"you're going to take it all like a good girl, won't you?"

"yes, yes, please!" your voice is pathetic and whiny as she lines her cock up with your hole.

she slides in slowly, letting you feel her stretch you open as you pant into the silk beneath you. her grunts are little melodies of their own, clawed hands gripping your hips tightly as she eases her thick cock in and out of you.

her pace increases to the point where she's practically slamming you against the bed, your scent having triggered her own rut as she fucks like her life depends on it.

"you're going to have my fucking kits. i'll fill you up, doll. you're mine." she snaps, hips bruising yours as your slick coats her base with a creamy ring. her tail swings rapidly, ears flat against her head.

once she feels you cum around her, tightening up, she allows the inflated base of her cock to press into you, using the delirium from your orgasm to stretch you beyond your limits.

you whimper and whine beneath her as she cums inside of you, plugging you up with her knot.

despite the rough treatment, she soothes you quietly, leaning over you and pulling you to lay with her on your sides, kissing your cheek as she shallowly fucks you with the limited movement allowed by her knot.

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sleepylaing · 1 month ago

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Énouement [3]

You're not surprised: at times like this, when Suo smiles that unbearable smile of his, you always get the feeling that you've willingly signed over your entire inheritance to him, even though you have no inheritance at all.

a/n: took me long enough... sorry for waiting. thank you all for your comments, it gives me so much inspiration!!

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ch 3. Wrong.

You weren't planning on becoming a vice captain. It sounded like a lot of work and responsibility. You'd rather stay at your desk all year, occasionally going out on the town to catch another lost cat.

You definitely didn't plan on doing that, but.

When those big, honey-glass eyes looked at you, your confidence evaporated. When they looked at you with such a sincere plea, and when even Suo, who had you warming under his side, supported Nirei's idea, you couldn't help it.

So, now you were the vice captain. You should have refused - and you almost did, but your weakness for Nirei and another Fox played a cruel trick on you. You hoped you wouldn't have to exert yourself.

“Look, the one with the short haircut is Kurita-san, the one with the tufted head is Takanashi-san, and the one with the black hair is Kakiuchi-san.”

Sakura makes a complicated face. You can tell that he can't remember anything, even though he's trying. Moving his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, he admits: “Didn't remember shit.”

“Sakura-chan's stu-u-pid...” you moo from your seat and yawn at the end.

“Shut it!” Multicolored eyes cut into you with a sizzling stare. “Y-you! Have you already forgotten that you only remembered my name from the battle with Shishitoren?!”

“Eh?...Nirei-chan told you that?” you ask, but there's no reproach in your voice. You don't even sound interested.

“I fear for Sakura-kun... Togame is the second strongest in Shishitoren,” Nirei says quietly.

“Sakura? Who's that?”

You knew the second. Togame, if your vague memory is to be believed, is heavy footsteps, the clatter of flip-flops, and a deep voice.

“Our classmate, Akashi-kun,” Suo, sitting to your right, patiently responds. You didn't participate in the single combat, dozing in your chair. And actually, you ended up here by chance after you followed the others outside for some reason when the leader of Shishitoren appeared at your school. The morning before the battle, Nirei had texted you out of the blue and asked you to come - he soon admitted shyly that he was afraid of being the only one who didn't fight. Somehow, you found it hard to refuse, so you agreed. That trip to the bakery you've been saving up for for half a month had to be postponed.

“You just don't stand out,” you inexplicably justify, “and walk strangely.”

Five pairs of eyes stare at you in surprise. You shiver involuntarily. Cold.

“Sakura-chan? Doesn't stand out?” Kiryu shifts his gaze back and forth between you and him.

You blink. The sleepiness slowly fades. “Never mind,” you mutter to yourself. People never understood that. You were bad at memorizing faces. You recognized people by their features. The smell, the timbre of their voice, the sound of their footsteps, their breathing rate, their accessories. It was always too painful and too long to explain, and most of the time people didn't understand you anyway, and you didn't really care whether they did or not, so you stopped bothering to try to be understood.

There is a strange silence. Nirei hurries to smooth it over, laughing awkwardly and distracting Sakura by continuing to talk about your classmates. The conversation slowly resumes. The top of your head falls on the shoulder of Suo sitting next to you. He doesn't look disturbed or displeased, on the contrary, he smiles brightly and moves a little closer to make you more comfortable. He offers you a candy bar. Wondering how he knew your favorite flavor, you moo gratefully and open the wrapper. You haven't eaten since yesterday.

“Anzai-san... he's with a bandage.”

“Did something happen?”

“I didn't hear anything.”

“Won't tell,” you think, opening an eye to catch a glimpse of Anzai, “won't tell anything even if you ask.” You've seen it. You felt it.

Suddenly, there's an indivisible hiss from the loudspeaker on the wall, and in the next second, the deafening voice of Headmaster Bofurin sweeps through the classroom. Everyone jerks. You wrinkle your nose unhappily: you almost fell asleep. Nirei clings to your forearm, even unconsciously, and you respond by reassuringly covering his hand with yours. After a moment, realizing your position, he blushes and pulls away at the speed of light.

You are called to the roof. What a pain.

Maybe Suo can carry you up on his back.

Please?

***

The blue sky is sprinkled with clouds. The cool breeze kisses your face, slides down your neck, and gets lost in your blond hair. You close your eyes blissfully, arching toward it.

The fresh air has done you good. You're not even upset that you had to come here anymore. In fact, it's beautiful here: there's a big tree, some chairs, a table, and even a small garden, which Sugishita is digging through now. There are paintings in the corners, and some junk scattered around, but that just makes this unusual place cozy.

Nirei admits that he memorized all the names of Furin's students in just one night. Says it like it's a common thing. Deep down, you admire him. Suo, on the other hand, says something about negotiating and imposing points of view. You're not surprised: at times like this, when Suo smiles that unbearable smile of his, you always get the feeling that you've willingly signed over your entire inheritance to him, even though you have no inheritance at all. And for some reason, you have the feeling that this isn't the only thing Hayato can do. You don't know if you want to find out yet.

On an intuitive level, you feel them turn on you.

“And Akashi-kun is...” begins Nirei, looking you over from head to toe, and hesitates briefly, “...the calming factor.”

Suo smiles softly and nods in agreement.

“What is that supposed to mean?!” Sakura explodes.

You open one eye and squint at him, smirking.

“It means I don't have to do anything.”

“Asshole!”

You giggle involuntarily. Sakura's funny. You can see why Suo enjoys teasing him so much.

***

“Hold still,” you hiss nonchalantly as you stick another bandage on Anzai's cheek, who flinches under your piercing gaze and cold fingers.

You found him beaten up in a dirty alley while patrolling the city. Had you been walking alone, you would have pretended not to notice and left him there. Okay, maybe you'd poke him in the cheek and see if he'd walk home on his own, but nothing more. Well, that's not your problem, is it?

But you were with the guys, and of course they're not as bad as you, and there's no way they would have left him there. So now you're sitting in a diner, which happens to be the closest one.

Since you were the only one who could tell the difference between bandages and gauze, and since you had already treated the boys' wounds after the fight with Shishitoren (only because Nirei had asked you to, mind you), everyone decided to solemnly present the first aid kit to you. Not that you were happy to be a medic, but Anzai did look a little shabby, and you felt a bit sorry for him. Just a bit.

“S-Sorry...” he mumbles and clears his throat, “So there's this big... big-big-big dog! Chased me like a... like a real bear!”

The boys sigh unimpressed. You continue to press the cotton wool harder against the injured boy's eyebrow, causing him to hiss in pain.

Even the dim-witted Sakura has already guessed that there's no dog.

As soon as you finish the last bandage, Anzai jumps up from his seat. “Okay, I guess I should go, I still have things to do,” he mumbles, “Thank you, Akashi-kun,” and bowing to you, he almost runs towards the exit.

Suo stops him with a question. “Did something happen between you and KEEL?”

Anzai, seemingly covered in cold sweat for the hundredth time in these fifteen minutes, stumbles on the flat spot. Laughs out loud. Waves it away. Squeezes out an unconvincing lie, rushes back to the door, waving his head from side to side.

“Don't tilt your head or you'll bleed,” you warn, frowning, “and change the bandages tonight.”

Your admonition dissolves into the ringing of the doorbell. You snort. Fine. Let him bleed tragically and die.

“Ah, is he gone already? I wanted to give him some fresh ones,” the woman in the apron, probably the owner of the restaurant, said frustratedly. Smelling the aroma of food, you jumped out of your seat, and the next moment, you were already affectionately sticking your nose into the bag she was holding. Monjayaki? It smells delicious.

“Akashi-kun...” Nirei calls out to you sheepishly. By this time, you're already shamelessly stealing a few pancakes from the bag. Fighting is fighting, but you haven't eaten since this morning. How sometimes it's good to wear a Furin jacket.

“Take it, take it, sweetheart,” she holds the bag out to you generously, not the least bit worried, “Furin's students are almost like children to me!”

You freeze. Open your eyes in a daze and stop chewing. Your little heart is pounding in your chest. Faster, faster. Faster and faster. For some reason you feel like spitting out all the food. Finally, you swallow hard and blink because for some reason your eyes are starting to burn.

Why?

Is there something wrong? You thought everything was fine. Then...

is there something wrong... with you?

The others didn't notice, happy about the free food. Only Suo looks at you intently. Faintly frowning. “Akashi-kun, are you okay?”

“Y-ye-... Yes. Fine,” you pull yourself together, returning to your usual calm expression.

You thank the owner and return to your seat. Suo's warm hand rests gently on your forearm, as if sensing something wrong.

Your jaw clenches.

Your heart is still trying to escape from under your ribs.

***

The fight with KEEL comes unexpectedly. One moment — you were dozing sweetly on your desk with Sugishita snoring beside you, the next — you were hanging on Suo's shoulder as he dragged you somewhere. A grumbling Sugishita lounged behind you.

“Guys! Akashi-kun and Sugishita-kun say they're coming with us.”

“Liar,” you murmur weakly into his shoulder. Inside, you feel him smile mischievously and gently stroke your hair as if to apologize.

The touch involuntarily relaxes you. The old resentments vanish.

The sly, sly, insufferable fox.

The sly, sly, deceptively kind fox,

into whose trap you willingly keep falling.

→ next chapter

#wind breaker x reader #hayato suo x reader #suo hayato x reader #windbreaker #wbk x reader #suo hayato x oc #wind breaker #enouement

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sometimeslwish · 19 days ago

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Sometimes

Guys, I played Sometimes by Nick Lutsko on loop and the idea possessed me, so you're getting the concept and a few of the scenes that I wrote. If you want to read more, check the reblogs, it's likely that I'll add more little scenes on those. Please, if you're curious, ask all the questions you want, my asks are open and the anon is on. I'm itching so bad to talk about them but the information is so convoluted in my brain I can't do it by myself.

Warning for: blood, murder and all the things that come with the twins, Sylus and the n109zone.

A reader with a luck evol ("that's not an evol," "yes it is") who's reckless.

They're resourceful, cunning and sharp but reckless, to a suicidal point. They get out of situations by a hair just shy of unscathed, they should've been dead a long time ago, but they keep cheating death. They've got the bull by the horns and little to no plan on how to tame it other than with pure will and stubbornness.

They stumble into the twins in one of such situations. Usually they're great at what they do, but reader is the wildest card they never thought they would ever encounter. They slip from the twins' grasp, something hard to do considering that there's two of them.

It becomes a cat and mouse chase, loud cackles as they chase and fight, jokes thrown here and there.

It reaches a point where Sylus gets involved and he too, ends up shocked by the outcome. He always has the upper hand in situations, is always in control on some way or another. With reader? Nah, if he thought he was unlucky before, it's now proven that he didn't know what the fuck he was talking about.

It turns into trying to recruit reader to their side. Sylus needs to know everything there is to know about them and find a way to get them on his side.

Reader already planned on joining, but the chase is so fun that they don't mind making them work for it. Taunts, teases and smirks, disappears before their eyes with a cheeky grin.

The one time they come willingly and don't put much of a fight, they're injured. Bruised and a little battered, but the light in their eyes isn't gone, it burns brighter than ever. They don't disappear after that. Instantly move in and keep so close to the twins, they start looking like triplets; you won't find one without the others.

The twins get them a mask that matches theirs– not a crow, but some other animal (a fox or a raccoon, anything but a cat)– same colors and similar design but it doesn't fully hide their face, their mouth is left exposed.

The twins refuse to admit they love seeing their smile in all the shades it comes– wicked, mirthful, delighted, reckless and just the bit unhinged; gummy and dimpled on one side– and purposefully chose the design that allowed them to see it in it's full glory.

They fit right in with the family, right in with the twins; wicked, dark and twisted humor with a cheekyness that rivals Sylus's and just as chaotic and with the penchant for pranks and bad decisions as the twins. They look quite mellow when with them, the one with the reasoning brain cell that seems to avoid the twins so much. They hold them by the scruff when they're on their way to cause irreparable damage.

But when on missions where they must come with Sylus? It's accentuated. They're the devil on his shoulder, itching to let loose. They're right behind him, just a head turn away, but they're less of a bodyguard and more of an overexcited murder dog on a leash. Sylus is the one that holds them by the scruff and gets them to behave.

Scenes (these are out of order)

"Are you sure they weren't separated at birth or something? Like, one of them went missing or whatever?" It's the third time Miss Hunter has made the question.

"I don't know, sweetie, I'm not sure myself." Sylus's voice is patient, but behind it lurks the tiredness of a man who's had to deal with three little crazy goblins instead of two and cover for all of their respective fuck ups in the same way a father would.

"Do you plan on participating?”

"No! I may not act like it, but I want to live, thank you very much!"

"Daddy dearest, would you mind?" They lean their torso towards Sylus. Their tone is saccharine sweet, but behind it is hidden a threat that the men in front of him miss. Sylus can't help the small curl that pulls at the edge of his lip. He turns to leave the room, sighs in mock defeat and looks over his shoulder before leaving the room;

“Go ahead, little one.”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Luke says it with both awe and astonishment as they watch how they just emerge from a situation that would've meant death for any other person.

They're snacking on an donut– a fucking donut, they have a whole ass box of them in their free hand. How the fuck they managed to get one in the middle of all that is a fucking mistery but everything around them is, so they don't question it.

They pause, halfway into a bite and with sugary icing all over one of the corners of their mouth, “Uuh- duh?” They answer, take the bite and thrust the box of donuts towards them, sharing the treat without a second thought, “Didn't we already establish that like… ages ago?” They zero in on Kieran's outstretched hand, pull the donut away from it and mumble out a sheepish “oh, thanks” when all he does is wipe their mouth with his thumb.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as Kieran licks his thumb clean, and he feels envy ink his blood. Lucky bastard, maybe he'll be the one to do it next time or...

“Did it take you this long to realize it? Wow, Lukey, I knew you were an idiot, I didn't think it would go this far.”

He huffs and pokes at their side before taking the opportunity to steal a bite of the other side of their donut when they pull the hand away to swat at him.

“OI!” He laughs at their astounded look, and cackles as they yell at him.

The music in their headphones is so loud the twins can faintly hear the melody from where they stand. They're cooking as they bob their head along to the song, half singing the lyrics and dancing.

Sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest

Sometimes the only road to take is the darkest

Sometimes all you've gotta say is “daddy, make it go away”

Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass

"Do you plan on standing there like a lemon or?" They used to startle when they would address them without a warning, like all their efforts in sneaking around had been in vain because they always knew.

“We're enjoying the show.” They answer together, with a twined soft smile on their faces. They watch as they quietly grab their phone and connect it to the speakers. The song plays too loud before the volume is lowered to a more acceptable volume, and they can understand why their boundless energy had a little maniac edge to it.

You've built this ship

And you'll go down with it

#somsplaylist #love and deep space #love and deepspace #l&ds #lads #lnds #loveanddeepspace #lads fanfic #lads fic #lads luke and kieran #luke and kieran #luke & kieran #luke love and deepspace #lads luke #luke lads #kieran love and deepspace #lads kieran #kieran lads #song playing; sometimes by nick lutsko

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nyx-umbrakinesis · 10 months ago

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Alastor walking through his bayou, just having some time to himself as he looks for a deer to hunt.

He walks through all the usual areas through all the various flora sending his shadow out for a rough position in his prey, the fox den is doing nicely he notes, as he slips past a few gators, and a rabbit warrant... Huh that's new.

Alastor takes a second to observe the little grey bunny poking it's nose out before moving on.

He hears birds trilling, and looks up to see one catch the light, looking momentarily like a little red flag as its tail feathers catch the rays. Hell did have some odd species after all.

Alastor goes on with his day after having breakfast.

A few days later he's doing the same routine and as he passes the warran he observes the little bunny again, it seems to have found several friends... How adorable, one almost could be mistaken for a hamster it was so small.

Alastor shakes his head fondly and moves on. The flash of blue in the sky is noticeable from the birds this time.

It starts getting out of hand... A month later Alastor's trying desperately to cull the sudden surge in rabbit populace that has bloomed in the bayou, they're everywhere and he doesn't know how they managed to get through the shadow barrier into his room.

Alastor almost feels like half a demon as he fights through the utter torrent that suddenly spewed into his room all twitching noses and fluffy tails, they won't even die, what the Hell is going on, he feels almost helpless against the vermin.

After extricsting himself from his room his smile wild he spots you running around the corner laughing and his grin grows... So that's it is it... You're responsible for this mess...

Alastor can't even find it in himself to be angry, just mildly exasperated.

When he catches up to you, you admit to your prank and that Lucifer had helped, you also conceded to asking Lucifer to call off the prank now you've been caught.

Alastor lets you off the hook with a small kiss and a deadly smile that tells you this isn't over...

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months ago

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Got a fletcher ask cause that man gives me penis worms. I imagine fletcher giving silver fox darling massages cause they old and I’d imagine they’d have back problems, I feel like than man would be good with his hands if you get what I mean 😏

- Cap Anon🧢

Darling complaints about a knot in their lower back one morning while climbing out of bed and out pops Fletcher from his hiding place outside their window to bang on their front door with the neighborly offer of a full body massage. Built up his hands and muscles nicely over the years with farmer work - not to mention his natural bulk being a Flemish Rabbit. Plus, his aunt and uncle were a bit up there in age when he was sent to move in with them a kid so he's got some experience already. Had he not developed a love for the land and quiet life outside the city - Fetch might've become a masseuse.

He could also help with some stretches- Wouldn't want them to pull anything when he finally slips a ring on that finger and gets them into his bed

"Gimme five...ten minutes top. I'll have you feelin' like a brand new fox in no time. Can't relax and enjoy your retirement with that crook in your back, now can ya?

As much as you'd hate to admit it, this rabbit's got you cornered. The pain was manageable when it was just in your back, but after pushing yourself harder then you should've small aches have begun sprouted all over your body. A nice massage might aleve some of your stress- Enough for you to get a good night of sleep for once.

"Five minutes. Not a second longer. Do a decent job and I might reward you by letting you come back."

The farmer sports a toothy grin, eyes beaming with opportunity.

"Promise I won't disappoint."

A promise he surely kept-

Decades of tension and the tax of hard labor melting right off your shoulders as Fletcher kneds the taunt muscles of your neck and back with his large, capable hands. Your tail hasn't been this active in years, whipping against his thigh as the man struggles to keep his eye trained on his duties. Once you grew accustomed to his touch, you halted the session briefly to remove your shirt as it took too much away from your relief.

If that didn't do Fletcher in, a close second was the wistful sighs and drops of praise falling from your lips.

"That's it... Get your elbow into it if your hands are getting sore... Little lower... Right there... Good boy."

Fletcher chuckles - anything to distract himself from the effect your words have on him. "Same time tomorrow?"

#Fletcher my oc #Yandere hybrid #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere x reader #Yandere drabble

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blublurz · 3 months ago

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670 words. sonic the hedgehog/gender-neutral reader.

There was a sleeping blue hedgehog in your bed. Where he came from and how he knew of the spare key hidden under the loose board on your porch, you're not sure.

He's clean and you're thankful. Muddy tracks were leading up to your front door and an equally dirty welcome mat hanging over the railing, paired with the steam still escaping the bathroom, you couldn't be more glad that Sonic had the decency to leave his shoes at the door.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, your hand finds itself in his quills. Careful strokes near the base make him rouse enough to try and push his head further into the touch. Your stopping to make him roll onto his side gets him to let out a quiet groan, but he finally does so after a few gentle nudges.

"Rough night?" With his nose just barely poking at your thigh, your fingers glide over his snout to reach the furrow just above the middle of his eyes. Your voice is lighter than air when you speak, trying to gently wake him enough to get under the covers and finish your questions.

Just barely shaking his head, Sonic struggles for a minute to get comfortable again before answering. Through all his shifting and fidgeting, he's sure to keep your hand on his brow ridge. "Try week," he huffs with little amusement. "Tails and Knuckles are.. .. horrible.. roommates."

You can't help the smile that crosses your lips as you let out a hum. It was the constant tinkering from the little fox and lack of a proper bed for the restless echidna that drove him away undoubtedly. Why he never bothered with Amy, one of his siblings, or any of his other friends when it came to a place to rest his head always alluded you. Your bed (or your loveseat, or the hammock hung in the middle of your garden, or —) was always his favorite to come back to, something he'd unashamedly admitted when asked a few months ago.

Resisting the pull of sleep when he manages to pull one of your legs under the sheets, you force yourself to pull away and stand. "Maybe it's time you settle down?" You ignore the whine he lets out at both your departure and suggestion in favor of gathering pajamas for after your shower. "An apartment would be a good step towards it."

"Too much work," Sonic answers almost immediately, voice slurred with exhaustion. "Not my style. Would live here if you let me."

It was less of an offer and more of a "if you let me move the rest of my very little belongings in, I'd be the very polite quill in your side that you'll never be able to remove." A quill you wouldn't mind living with if it learned how to keep his shoes in the shoe rack you'd made space for him in.

Rather than answer his unspoken question, you continue making yourself busy around the room. "Have you eaten yet?" Setting your clothes on the foot of the bed, your hands find themselves fixing the rugs and decoration he'd accidentally displaced in his rush to get into the bed. "I was about to make something."

"Were you?" There's a tone in his voice that makes him sound suspicious - and for good reason. It was late and you couldn't deny your own tiredness, so making something other than a few sandwiches sounded like pure torture.

"No," you admit, "but if you wake me up fifty million times for your midnight meals again, I'm kicking you out to the couch."

Sonic lets out a noise between a laugh and a whine, face burying itself in your pillow. He's already turning back on his stomach when he starts to respond. "I'll take whatever you give me," he says as you make your way to the door. "I won't get up. Promise."

You smile and pat his ankle as you pass by the bed, sure he's about to cross the finish line reach sleep already. "I'll hold you to it."

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader

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cc1010fox · 11 months ago

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Fox, tossing something at Fives: Heads up, loser. I got you something. Fives, catching a small box: Is this what I think it is? Fox: Are you scared? You can chicken out if you are. Fives: I'm not a chicken! Echo: What's in the box? Rex, choking up: Oh my Stars... Fives, opening up the box to find a ring: You really did do it...You are an expert at this game... Echo: Oh, for the love of--Fives, this isn't a game! Fox: Damn right I am. So? Do I win? Fives, putting on the ring: No. I'm going to beat you. We'll see who the real loser is. Fox, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him: I hope you're willing to play in Manda, because I will go to my grave playing this game. Fives, smiling and kissing back: Me too. Rex: A physical symbol of their union...I wish I could find a love like theirs... Echo: They won't even admit they're in love and not just playing a game! Fox: Oh, I admit I'm in love. Pure gay love. Fives: My love for you is gayer.

#Commander Fox #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #captain rex #[ This is going to be the longest game of Gay Chicken known to the galaxy. ]

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cesienthusiast · 13 days ago

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Warmth: A Dreemberd Fanfic

Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 1.5k Fandom: Deltarune (Toby Fox) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing(s): Kris/Berdly, Kris & Berdly Tags: Fluff and Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing Body Heat, Literal Sleeping Together, Written Pre-Chapter 3 & 4 (no spoilers please), They/Them Pronouns for Kris, Not Straight Berdly, Guilt, References to Depression, Self-Esteem Issues, Kris Speaks (technically selectively mute I suppose?), Kris & Berdly are not Okay, Bonding, Friendship/Love, Secret Crush, One Shot, No beta read we die like Lancer almost did in chapter 2. Summary: "You're just… spot on, everything you've said about me." they admit. Berdly can't lie, Kris' admittion just now made his heart sink, and it only got lower and lower the more they went on. Kris looks like they're trying their hardest not to cry, and Berdly just feels terrible now. "Kris… all those things I said… I-" "Yeah, I know. You don't need to expla-" "I never meant them. Any of them." he clarifies. ---------- Kris has been away from their team for a while now, so Susie sends Berdly out to go searching for them.

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Kris wasn't anywhere to be found. At least not in front of their conga line of teammates, leading the way as their great leader, that was. Susie was getting worried, so she politely asked Berdly to go and look for them, and Susie usually never does things "politely" so that was an astounding cause for concern for Ralsei. Berdly wasn't as close-knit to the rest of the friendgroup yet, so he wasn't as knowledgeable of Susie's personality as the rest of them, he just assumed this was her normal way of asking favors.

Oh the poor fool, as he'll soon come to find out…

He went a little ways back from where the rest of the group was chatting things up, Kris isn't the type to wander very far away from their friends most of the time, Berdly has noticed. And he's noticed a lot of things about Kris ever since joining the group, possibly more than they have he thinks, but of course HE in particular would think that.

It still kind of bothers him to admit, but he and Kris have gotten pretty… close, to say. Not close as in they regularly kiss behind their comrades' backs or whatever, but close as meaning intimate; in a way that Kris isn't with any other of their team.

Of course, this treatment pleases Berdly. It boosts his pride whenever people treat him special to others, especially ones he's come to care about. But as he's done with his thoughts, Berdly finally finds Kris sitting alone by a cliffside not too far away as expected… shivering.

Berdly grows concerned on instant seeing them in the state and quickly approaches to their side. He looks down towards Kris, waiting for them to stand up so he can lead them back to their group. But they won't stop shivering… or rather, maybe they can't stop shivering.

It's likely, and Berdly knows it's likely, so that's why he sits down next to them; arms crossed. Kris is sort of curled up; as in they have one leg slumped, and another still standing with an arm resting over it's knee. Their head is using the rested arm as a makeshift pillow for comfort. As Berdly looks towards them, he sees it in their eyes… sorrow.

Berdly is used to Kris looking like that, they've looked that way every time the two of them have seen each other after all… but this time is different. This isn't the typical, "Kris is gloomy and anti-social" demeanor that he's accustomed with. No, this time… they simply look… defeated. Sad and defeated by life.

Berdly knows that look, and can surely empathize with it himself. Perhaps he should let them know that… it might help them more than he thinks it will. But just as he opens his mouth, Kris beats him to the speaking punch.

"Berdly… hey, what's up?" they say.

Kris speaking was something very rare back in the day, but he's been around them enough by now to have heard them speaking more frequently. It's still uncommon for certain, but not gasp-worthy any longer. Berdly takes a moment to clear his throat before responding.

"Ahh, Kris… didn't notice you there. The team's wondering why you're over here instead of where they are again." he explains.

Kris laughs. It's hardly anything genuine.

Then, they sigh. And decide to remain silent for the time-being. They don't feel too comfortable speaking out loud, that much has been clear to him from the start. Berdly opens his beak to speak again.

"You-"

"I can't face them right now." they interrupt.

Rude, but Berdly will let it slide because they're clearly upset for a reason.

"Oh yeah? Why not?" he questions.

Kris takes a deep breath, struggling to maintain their typically neutral expression as glimpses of a genuine frown become noticeable between their lips. The ever-so-slight squinting of their only visible eye being another indicator of their hidden feelings.

"I uhh… don't know it entirely myself, actually." they answer.

Berdly scoffs into a laugh, he can't help himself. That lie was so blatant that even a child would be suspicious of it.

"Please Kris, that won't work on me." he says.

Kris glances over towards him, clearly taken aback by his words.

"Huh?" they quietly exclaim.

Berdly shakes his head disapprovingly. Obviously, Kris is smart, possibly the smartest individual Berdly knows besides Noelle. So to hear them come up with such a blatant lie so easy to see through makes him feel… slightly miffed. But he pushes the feeling aside, just in case he's wrong again.

"I think you're lying. And I also think you're hiding how you really feel from me." he accuses.

Kris attempts to act coy in the moment, but drops it almost immediately when seeing how ineffective their deception is. All they can do now is sigh and let their frown be known.

"You're right, as always…" they say.

"Hah, why thank yo-"

"You're right about a lot of things, aren't you?" they continue, interrupting yet again.

One of Berdly's greatest pet peeves is when people interrupt him, but he stifles his annoyance purely for Kris' sake. Although, they're only so lucky because they're so pitiful right now. And they also complimented him just now, so how can he be angry in response to praise? It's simply unbefitting of him.

"You were right about where to go, you were right about what we should've done…" Kris says, clearly stalling.

They pause, not wanting to conclude this train of thought. But Berdly's looking at them too expectantly for them to just quit now. So they gulp it down, that feeling of sorrow overwhelming them. They don't want to appear too weak after all, not in front of him.

"And you were right about… most of all… me." they admit.

The way Berdly's facial expression shifts from one of expectant curiosity to one of perplexity is telling of how he feels about what Kris just admitted.

"Wait, what? How was I… right about you?" he questions.

Kris can't help but smile at the bird's ignorance. And Berdly can tell there's nothing joyful about that smile they're currently wearing.

"You were right about how I'm an idiot, you were right about how I'm worth less, you're just… spot on, everything you've said about me." they admit.

Berdly can't lie, Kris' admittion just now made his heart sink, and it only got lower and lower the more they went on. Kris looks like they're trying their hardest not to cry, and Berdly just feels terrible now.

"Kris… all those things I said… I-"

"Yeah, I know. You don't need to expla-"

"I never meant them. Any of them." he clarifies.

Berdly is giving Kris a look that they've never seen from him before. He looks… totally serious. None of that "know it all" snark, or that charmed exaggeration, just completely, honestly, serious. And yet, despite the way he looks, Berdly can't help but laugh a little.

"Honestly, I thought by now that you'd have known not to care about what that annoying, bully of a birdbrain had to say by now…" he says, sucking back a couple light tears from omitting out his eyes.

Kris looks back at him, smiling. They begin laughing too, and their smile looks genuinely happy this time. Even though it's not that pretty, full-toothed grin smile Berdly has only seen once before, it's perfect enough for him. He's just glad to see Kris looking to be in better shape now than they were two minutes ago. Their laughter expands, but remains light, and it's beautiful while it lasts.

Kris sighs again. "Thank you Berdly. I'm glad it was you who came and found me."

Berdly looks at them with skepticism, and a raised brow chalk-full of suspicion.

"Is that another lie?" he questions.

Kris shakes their head, making full-on eye contact with him at this point.

"Nope." they say bluntly.

Berdly can't help but smile and blush himself, flustered by Kris' sudden kindness. He really still isn't used to being treated like this by them, as good as it feels. Suddenly, Kris scoots closer beside him, laying down their whole head weight over his feathery shoulder. Now THAT'S gasp-worthy right there.

Berdly's eyes now awkwardly shy away from them, as Kris' shut entirely, while wrapping their arms around him. This further serves to shock Berdly, but he's quick to get over it, as Kris' warmth eases him into a state of relaxation. They're warm, so warm… much warmer than they appear. It makes him yawn.

"Alright Kris, that's enough. I'm getting tired now… how about we go back to the others and-, …K-Kris?"

He looks over and Kris appears to be fast asleep. Berdly is left in a quiet state of contemplation for a moment, before being overcome by emotion. He cries a few light tears before brushing them aside. It feels good to be wanted… especially by someone you love.

"Ohh, fuck it…" Berdly mutters.

He embraces him back, leaning his head atop Kris' as they huddle together into some sort of sleepy blob of mass. As his eyes blink to a full shut, he himself can no longer refuse a good slumber. They feel much better now that they're no longer shivering, after all.

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⬇️BONUS!!!⬇️

"HA! Oh my god, this is hysterical!! Ralsei quick! Get a camera or something, I have GOT to get a picture of this." says Susie.

"Susie!! Just let them be! They're clearly having a nice bonding moment! Lord knows that Berdly needs it…" says Ralsei.

"Oh my… I never knew Berdly wasn't straight…" says Noelle, with amazement.

"Aww, look at them! Sleeping as peacefully as two plump, cutey pumpkins, rolling down the patchy hills!" says Lancer.

"What The Fuck Am I Doing Here." says Queen.

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