#hes on my desk now its a very small one but AUGH

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A SLUG SPAWNED OUT OF NOWHERE AND FELL ON MY HANDDDDDDD

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Patchwork Melody - Fall

Chapter 3 of 4! Things are finally taking a turn towards the blushy! As always, dashes usually denote a POV change, though their perspectives are slowly becoming more aligned...

Start here if you haven't read Spring and Summer first.

Word Count: don't... don't worry about it... (8k) (I'm sorry)

CWs: Part 4 has alcohol/drunkenness played for drama, though nothing bad happens. Part 5 has some minor transphobia.

Tag List: @gt-daboss, @reborrowing, @spikyspinachstreet (Hope that's not a presumptuous @)

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Part 1

About two months had passed since Patch had officially “moved in” with Melody. The little sprite had taken residence behind an unused electrical outlet on the kitchen counter, converting the space behind it into a small dwelling. Various ropes and ladders had sprang up around the apartment, giving Patch access to various places like the kitchen counter, the tables, and the bathroom sink.

Although the two had become closer, Melody soon came to realize that there was also a more destructive side to her new roommate, as he seemed to have very different ideas about the meaning of “personal property”. Melody would often come home from work to find missing buttons in her clothes, and missing office supplies from her desk, which Patch had put to use in constructing his little mechanisms. For the most part, Melody tried to let it go, as their little roommate at least had to courtesy to not take anything Mel actively used, but they couldn’t help but slightly resent his kleptomania. On several occasions, they had asked Patch if they could just buy him supplies, but he seemed almost offended at the suggestion.

Despite her desire to avoid conflict with Patch, Melody finally hit her breaking point after a long day of work, when she came home to discover one of her beloved plants was missing most of its leaves.

“Patch!” She found herself raising her voice as Patch looked at her, fear in his eyes. “You… did you seriously tear Benjamin’s leaves off?! What could have possibly made you think it was okay to tear apart my plants?! Ugh, you’re impossible sometimes!”

-

Patch cowered as Melody began to yell. Truly, the sprite had gotten hungry due to Melody not being around, and the “Benjamin” on the table was far easier to reach than trying to open the cupboard where Melody kept her food. However… it didn’t take a genius to realize that Patch had clearly made a mistake here. He knew Melody would never hurt him, they had sworn, right? Yet as their voice raised and they stared daggers at him, he couldn’t help but tear up, an involuntary panic reaction.

“And now you’re crying…” Melody put her hand against her temple before continuing, “Gods, Patch, just because I let you stay here didn’t mean I said, ‘Hey little buddy, feel free to ruin my things and kill my plants! And then make me feel like the bad guy for being upset about it!’”

Patch didn’t know what to do… apologize? How? He couldn’t exactly put the plant back right now… but Mel was clearly furious. As she continued to berate them, and Patch continued to panic, the sprite did the only thing they could think to do: they ran, leaping off of the table and hiding under the couch.

-

“Hey, hey! I wasn’t done! We’re not done here!”

Melody shouted in frustration, but knew better than to chase Patch down. Instead, she put on her shoes and shouted to Patch again, “I’m going for a walk, and when I come back, we’re continuing this! And if any of my plants are so much as touched again then… Augh!”

Once she was outside in the cool fall air, Melody began to decompress a little bit, but was still furious. Her plants were the closest thing she had to a family anymore, and she had raised all of them from sprouts. To see one torn apart by Patch, for seemingly no reason, had made her freak out, possibly too much, by her own admission. As the chilly air bit at their nose and ears, they tried to think rationally about the situation. Although Patch could understand her, he was decidedly not human, which was easy to forget aside from his tiny size. He was… a something, they had been using the word fae, but he was something non-human, something that probably sees the world through completely different eyes. Sighing, Melody decided to try to talk to him again to get to the bottom of this.

-

Patch sat anxiously on the table next to the “Benjamin”, wondering how to apologize. Clearly, this plant was important to Melody, but they couldn’t understand why. She had so many plants around, and what else would they be for? Although, they supposed they had never seen Melody actually eat any of them, except for one plant that she kept in the kitchen area. Did this one have sentimental value? Patch struggled to think of why somebody would keep food around for sentimental value, but maybe humans are just different like that. Patch’s thoughts were interrupted as the front door opened, and Melody walked back inside, heading over to the table after seeing Patch was there. After a moment, she spoke, her voice almost a whisper.

“Okay, I’m sorry for yelling, I’m not going to yell anymore. Can we please talk about this?”

Patch nodded, and the human sat down on the couch and began to speak. “Listen, the reason… the reason I was so upset is that all of these plants,” she motioned to the variety of plants around the apartment, “These plants… before you came around, they were like… my family. And then you hurt one of them.”

Family… Patch thought. Oh. Oh no. He didn’t know that humans and plants could be friends… how did that even work? Could humans speak to plants? Immediately, he began to tear up, wondering what Melody must have heard from the “Benjamin” he had hurt.

“I just… why would you tear apart my plants like that? What possibly possessed you to do that?”

Patch bashfully put a hand to his stomach, hoping the gesture would be understood. It clearly was, as Melody’s red eyes lit up with recognition.

“You took the leaves because you were hungry, weren’t you? I know I was gone until late… you probably didn’t have anything around to eat, huh?”

Patch sheepishly nodded as Melody sighed. “That’s… my fault. I should probably leave the cupboard open for you, it’s not right that you have to wait around for me. But listen, clearly there’s some… conflict here. This is your house just as much as it is mine, but that doesn’t mean you can just… tear up my stuff, okay? It makes me feel like you’re taking advantage of me. Just… can you ask first before taking stuff from now on?”

Patch nodded again, starting to understand where Melody’s anger came from. He put a hand over his heart, hoping that the gesture would convey a promise to no longer borrow from her. Tomorrow, he would have to look for entrances to the other apartments nearby… and work to fix what he had done to the “Benjamin”.

Part 2

Things had calmed down over the next few days, with Patch adjusting to borrowing from Mel’s neighbors instead of her. However, there was one reminder of their conflict, that being the struggling plant on the coffee table, which Melody had apparently named “Benjamin”. While Patch had tried to trust Melody with most of their secrets, there was one little “party trick” that could help, one that humans were absolutely not allowed to know about…

Patch clambered up the plant’s pot and walked over to the stem of the plant, sitting down near it, as they had done for the past few days. They closed their eyes and began to focus on the apartment as a whole, the memories contained in it, the feeling of security brought on by the shelter and the inhabitants within. Patch absorbed the feelings of safety and comfort, and prepared to channel that energy as they felt it flow to their hands. As they grabbed onto the stem of the plant, they felt heat radiating to their palm as the energy began to transfer into the plant. This would hopefully be enough life force to keep it from dying, at least.

As they began the energy transfer, their throat began to try to vibrate, an involuntary action which caused Patch to flinch in pain as a droning, scratching sound echoed out from their damaged vocal chords. Normally, this would produce a healing song, but ever since their injury, they were unable to use their power without hurting themself. However, they had to make things right and try. After a few moments, they let go of the plant, not wanting to hurt themself further. The plant still seemed to struggle, but it was the most energy Patch could afford… although they may have given a bit too much today.

Exhausted, Patch made their way back down the plant and onto the coffee table, where they decided a quick nap to recharge sounded… perfect.

-

When Melody came home, there were two things she noticed. The first was Patch, asleep on the coffee table. She really needed to figure out a way for him to get onto the couch if he was just going to nap on the table like he had been for the last few days.

The second thing she noticed only after getting close to the table, as she saw that Ben had already started to sprout a new leaf from one of the torn-off spots. Was… he growing so soon after losing his last leaves? She was absolutely not going to object to the plant recovering from Patch’s little attack, at the least.

Patch began to stir as Melody walked in, and she quickly greeted her little roommate. “Hey Patch! Guess you decided to… whoa, are you okay, dude? You look super pale right now.”

Patch seemed confused and slow to respond, as if he was lost in thought. After a long moment of staring at each other, Mel took this as a sign as they continued speaking, “Okay, permission to check your temperature?”

When Patch still didn’t respond, Mel held out one finger and slowly approached him. She put the finger to her forehead, as if to demonstrate, before slowly moving it towards her tiny roommate, who seemed uncharacteristically calm. Usually, Patch would involuntarily recoil from their hands. The fact that he didn’t made Mel even more concerned. They gently pressed the back of their finger to the sleepy fae’s head, before quickly pulling it away and beginning to speak in a panic.

“Oh shit, dude, you’re freezing! What happened? Uh, oh no, I have no idea what to do… is this like a flu? Shit, I don’t know what to do… can you give me any advice here? How do I help?”

Patch, shocked awake by Melody’s finger, weakly held up his hands in a gesture to get Mel to calm down, before miming writing something down.

“Right, right, notepad. Got it,” the human replied as they gathered the notepad and gently brought over Patch’s tiny backpack. Patch slowly dug through it for his pencil lead and began to draw after thinking for a moment.

-

How to explain… there isn’t much a human could help with… thought the sprite. Truthfully, energy drain could only be cured by somebody else giving up some of their energy, which as far as he was aware… humans couldn’t do. They would also heal over time just by resting in an inhabited home for a while, but Patch had to draw something. Thinking on what they had seen from TV as a reference, they decided that they could at least address the searing pain in their throat from the attempted healing.

After finishing the drawing, Melody practically ran over to inspect the drawing, and looked over it with an urgency the sprite had rarely seen before from the human.

“Okay… warm soup, lots of rest, fluids… this is just like a flu! Okay, don’t you worry Patch, I’ll get you back to health, you can trust me. I’m gonna run to the store to buy some soup ingredients, can I move you to the couch?”

Patch nodded, and Melody carefully lifted him and placed him on the couch before she started getting ready to head out in a clear panic. Before leaving, she turned to Patch and spoke again with an urgent tone, “I’ll help you, Patch, mark my words.”

After a short trip, Melody returned and immediately went to prepare a soup. She was hardly what anybody would call a chef, but throwing a bunch of vegetables and stock into a pot was doable, especially if it would help Patch. Truly, they were just nervous because of the mystery of it all. How long had he been sick? Sure, he had been sleepy lately, but Mel had thought nothing of it. Was he okay? Was this because of the plant? As far as she was aware, Benjamin wasn’t poisonous to anything, but she didn’t know what Patch was. Would he… no, she couldn’t think about that. All she could do was give her friend the help he asked for.

As she handed Patch a measuring cup full of soup, making sure to include a piece of broccoli and squash alongside the broth, she was already thinking of next steps. “Okay, so have some soup and rest for a while. I’ll call and see if Grant can cover my shift tomorrow so I can stay home and take care of you, okay?”

Patch shook his head no, but Melody wasn’t hearing any of it. “Nope, it’s happening, little buddy, I’m not leaving your side until you’re better.”

Patch could only sigh, accepting the human’s offer, not that they had a choice. Mel stood up, bringing Patch more soup, some water, and some tissues, though they didn’t know if he would need them.

“I don’t think I would be able to catch anything that you might have, but I’ll be careful. Do you need anything else?” she asked. When Patch once again shook his head, and curled up to fall asleep, Melody was quick to cover his little body with one of the tissues.

“Okay… I’ll let you sleep, but let me know if you need anything.”

And with that, Patch fell into a deep sleep.

The next few days were interesting for Patch, to say the least. As they drifted in and out of consciousness, their body trying to absorb as much energy from the environment as possible, their dreams were vivid and wild.

They were back there, still living in that cage. They were in the present, living in their little shelter in the wall. They were in the past, living in their hometown.

Their dreams were filled with faces they had once seen, faces they’d rather forget, faces they wish they could remember. But one face kept reappearing despite it all, the face of the human who had made it her duty to care for the sick sprite.

Right now, they were outside, like when they had first had their meetings. She was looking off in the distance, humming to herself, a sprite song used to reach out to others. Even though she wasn’t looking at them, Patch could tell she was acutely aware of where they were, and was waiting for them to join. Almost instinctively, the sprite tried to harmonize with her humming, but the pain surged through their body.

Melody turned to look at him, confusion on their face. “Patch, you okay?”

They were on the couch, covered by a tissue. Right. A dream. They looked at Mel, who repeated their question.

“You were… I dunno, it almost sounded like a creaking noise? I actually think it’s the first time you’ve ever made any sound. Are you okay?”

Patch just nodded. Melody said something, but they couldn’t make out the words.

They were in the alleyway they had lived in after escaping. But they weren’t alone. There was another sprite there, one with Mel’s face. Patch felt drawn to her, to wrap her in the biggest hug he could manage. Why? He didn’t know. The other sprite reciprocated the hug, filling them both with a radiant warmth. Warmth…

They awoke to a meal, soup broth poured into a bottle cap. Right. Dreaming again.

They dutifully sipped the broth, before sitting up and stretching.

“Good morning! Well, it’s actually like 5pm, but you know, good morning anyways!” Melody said, watching Patch with a cheerful yet worried expression.

“How are you feeling, buddy?”

Patch nodded, they were indeed feeling a little better, but the thought of standing up made them feel exhausted still.

“Good! You look a little better too, I think.”

As Melody smiled down at Patch, the sprite felt a warm feeling inside, one that was more than just the soup they had consumed.

Part 3

Once Patch’s energy had recovered to a point where they could at least wander the apartment, they began to focus on something new to get their mind off of their weakened state. One thing that had been bothering them since they moved in with Melody was their outfit. The tattered tunic was sufficient for preserving their dignity, but it reminded them too much of… the past. They used some paper scraps from their notebook to sketch some ideas for a few new clothes to wear. Luckily, they had learned to sew clothes at least enough to get a simple outfit together.

-

“Do I… even want to know where you got that stuff?” Melody asked, looking over Patch’s new outfit as he stood outside of his little room on the countertop.

The outfit was a simple orange tunic, much more form-fitting than his old one, with a small belt around the midsection held together by a small black button. The gray pants were somewhere between tights and actual pants, as they covered Patch’s legs as well as his feet. Of course, the green scarf remained, loosely wrapped around the little one’s neck just enough to cover his scars. The outfit wasn’t very fancy, but was unmistakably an upgrade over his old outfit.

Patch simply waved his hand dismissively at the question. As promised, he had stopped borrowing from Melody, aside from a few trips through her trash that he decided to keep a secret from her. Specifically, this fabric had come from Melody’s upstairs neighbor, apparently an avid fan of sewing, who surely wouldn’t miss a single fabric swatch… or the few others the sprite had borrowed for previous attempts at making a new outfit.

“Well, okay… Either way, it looks nice! And you look much more confident wearing it!” Exclaimed the human. Patch briefly posed like he was modeling, which he had learned from watching one too many TV shows, causing Melody to laugh at just how cute her little roommate was. “Yeah, work it, Patch!”

After the moment passed, Mel spoke again, “Actually… that does remind me, I wanted to ask you something.”

Patch looked inquisitively at Mel, tilting his head curiously.

“Yeah, so turns out Tara said we’re allowed to dress up for Halloween this year,” Mel began. Patch had no idea what a “Halloween” was, but he had put together previously that Tara was another human at Melody’s job. He nodded his head as she continued speaking.

“And, well, basically I found this really cute costume that I thought I could wear, but I wanted to get your opinion on it,” she finished, and Patch nodded with recognition. “Okay, stay right there, I’ll be right back.”

Melody walked into her room, and after a few minutes, came back out, fiddling with something around her ears that Patch couldn’t quite make out. Her outfit was a green dress that looked as if it was made of giant leaves, with some clearly fake butterfly wings on the back of the dress. On her forearms and ankles were some green bands, and the ensemble was completed with a flower crown on her head.

“Wow, these do not do a good job of staying on… but what do you think of the rest of it? I figured it would be cute to dress up as somebody small like you, you know?”

As the realization set in for Patch, he couldn’t help but silently start to silently laugh. An outfit made of leaves? How ridiculous! It would decay in weeks, would probably be incredibly scratchy once the leaves started to dry, and it would hardly keep somebody warm.

“Hey… don’t laugh! Geez, I didn’t think you’d be a tough crowd. Let me guess, you think it looks silly.”

Patch calmed down, and waved his hands apologetically before shaking his head no and giving the outfit a thumbs up, a gesture he learned from Melody.

“Okay, so it’s maybe not the most accurate… although I think it’s still cute!” She said, posing, which got a nod of agreement from Patch.

“I just… have to get the ears to fit… One second…” She mumbled, before turning around and walking towards the bathroom, causing confusion from Patch. Ears?

The question was answered a moment later, as an “Ah ha!” came from the bathroom, and Melody emerged with two clearly fake pointed ears worn on top of her normal ears. Patch couldn’t help but stare. One thing about humans was their off-putting rounded ears, looking more like a rat’s than a sprite’s, but with these fake ears… Patch looked at Melody in a new, slightly awkward light. Did… did her eyes always glimmer like that? Was her face always so… nice? They found themself blushing a bit as they stared at their human roommate, only to be interrupted by her speaking again.

“... Hello? Are you even listening? Ground control to Major Patch? Why are you staring like that? Do they… do they look bad? Shit, is this like appropriation or something?” she mused, quickly turning anxious.

Melody was relieved as Patch shook his head “no”, waving his hands to make the point explicit. As soon as she saw Patch turn red like that, she was worried she had offended him somehow.

“Well, okay, if it’s not like… offensive or anything, I can keep them. We can be pointed ear buddies!” They said, as Patch nodded his head, face still a bit red.

“Well, not right now. The party’s not until this Friday, after all.” Melody said, before turning and walking back into her bedroom to take off the outfit, leaving Patch alone with their thoughts.

-

Stupid, Patch thought to themself as soon as they were alone. She’s a human! You can’t make things weird just because she’s nice to you and wore some… some costume!

They tried to take a few deep breaths to think things through.

Don’t worry… she’ll take them off and you’ll probably go back to feeling how you did before. Yep. Just like before, where she was just… a friend. I just… she’s nice. She’s nice to me. That’s all. You’re not used to somebody being nice to you. She’s just a friend.

Patch walked back into their little room and looked around to try and ground themself, until their eyes settled on a drawing they had done a few weeks back, of Melody. For reasons they couldn’t explain before right now, just the picture alone was a source of comfort for them. Patch put their head in their hands as they silently continued thinking to themself.

Okay… maybe… she makes me happy. Like… more than a friend. Maybe… I have… some feelings for her. Not that anything will happen, though. I mean, she’s… she’s a human!

Patch flopped down onto their bed, as they heard Melody walk back into the main room of the apartment. They needed time alone to think.

Part 4

“Okay, it’s almost time for me to go,” Melody said, as Patch nodded his head. “I’ll leave some leftover salad out for you, remember that I said I’ll be a little bit late tonight, we’re going out for a Halloween dinner after work. It’s a team-building thing Tara wants to do.”

Their little roommate continued to nod his head. Mel noticed that he was staring at her, as he did the other day when she first put on the costume, but she couldn’t figure out why. He said it wasn’t offensive, but then why would he be so flustered whenever she wore it?

“Okay… I’ll see you later then, Patch. Bye!”

And with that, Patch decided to make their way to the TV remote, to hopefully distract themself from thinking about their feelings for Melody, about how she dropped everything to care for them when he was sick, how she was so considerate of his needs despite being, well, a human.

-

Hours later, far later than Melody was usually out and about, Patch heard the door start to open. As the door opened, they instantly hid behind one of the flowerpots on the table when they realized the person walking in was not Melody. An intruder? No, there she was… being helped inside by this other human… What happened? His question was soon answered as the strange human spoke.

“God, Melody, you are impossible. We said ‘let’s get a drink as a team’, not ‘let’s get blitzed at the Applebee’s and start doing improv karaoke’”, the clearly-frustrated human said.

“H-hey, hey, shut up, Clay, they were just… just jealous of my singing. They couldn’t handle me at my best…”, Melody said, although there was something off about her voice… something familiar and off.

“Melody, I swear I don’t think you have a best. Now, go sit on the couch or something so I can go home, I only brought you back here as a favor for Tara, I’m not about to play babysitter for your drunk ass.”

“Ugh… fiiiine, you’re no fun. Thank you so much for, y’know, for bringing me home at least. I love youuuu”, Melody slurred, as they were ‘gently’ pushed onto the couch by the other human, apparently named Clay.

“Don’t mention it. Literally. Ever.”

And with that, the other human shut the door, leaving Melody on the couch. Patch cautiously peeked out from behind the pot as Melody began to look around the apartment from the couch. “Heyyy, hey Patch, he’s gone… you can come out! Sorry, I maybe haddd… like, one drink more than I planned…”

Patch recognized that tone. It was the tone they used, when they became even less predictable than usual. They knew about alcohol, and the effects it had on humans, but they had never seen Melody under its influence. Fearfully, they ducked back behind the plant as she spoke again.

“Paaaatch, I know you’re around, it’s late. Come onnn, where are youuuu? Clay’s gone… I promise…”

Where are you…? The words, spoken with that tone, activated something in Patch’s memory. Memories of them, stumbling around the room, trying to find where Patch had hidden. Wanting to stay in control of the situation, Patch decided to make their presence known, though it didn’t take long for Melody to locate them as they rounded the flowerpot.

“Heyyy! I was worried for a second. I promise, I… I promise that Clay’s a nice guy, he just… he doesn’t like me, but I’m sure he’d love you… if he met you… after all, you’re the most lovable little guy of all!”

Patch immediately regretted their decision to come closer as Melody reached for them. “Come here, I missed youuuu”, she cooed, as Patch backed away, shaking their head “no”, and praying she would listen. “No, no… please, not you too… don’t just walk away Patch, I need youuu…. Come on, let’s just… let’s hang out, just us… like friends do…”

Patch wasn’t sure what to do. This entire situation was too familiar… Do they run? Do they stay? Nervous about defying Mel while she was in this state, they nervously walked over the edge of the table and held their arms up. Melody’s face lit up in almost childlike wonder, and she wasted no time quickly, and somewhat roughly, grabbing Patch. She began to coo as she held Patch in her hands, luckily not holding onto them too roughly. “Oh Patch, you’re the… the absolute best… I just… I feel like you get me, you know?”

Patch absolutely did not “get” anything about this situation, especially as the human began to cry just moments after sounding so jovial. “I just… I love you so much, you’re… you’re one of my only friends… I thought I could impress my coworkers but I totally… I totally failed… I just made a fool of myself… What am I doing wrong, Patch?”

Patch was getting increasingly unnerved by how much this conversation was familiar… they would often drunkenly ask Patch for advice on how to fix their life… but get upset when the mute sprite couldn’t give any answers. Nervously, they patted the human’s hand with theirs, hoping maybe it would calm her down. They were instantly caught off-guard as Melody brought her hands close to her chest in what was probably meant to be an embrace. If Patch wasn’t so terrified right now, they might have blushed at the awkward position they were in, especially as Melody was still wearing the low-cut outfit from earlier, sans the wings, which must have fallen off at some point. As they strained their head to look at her face, Patch was hit with a realization that put his brief moment of attraction on ice. Even if she looked like a sprite with those fake ears, this was a human he was dealing with, and humans are unpredictable. And dangerous.

“You’re… you’re my best friend, Patch. Is that… is that weird? I feel like I’ve only known you for a few months, but, but, you’re just… you get me…”

Melody continued to cry for a bit, constantly repeating how much she loved Patch, with Patch awkwardly stuck in her grip until she eventually drifted to sleep, Patch in hand.

-

“Oh, gods, my head…” Mel said, as she woke up the next morning on the couch. “Wait… the couch… where’s… Patch!” Melody shouted, shocking her little roommate awake as he lay in her hands. “Oh geez, I’m so sorry! Are you… are you okay? Did I go overboard last night? I, uh… honestly don’t remember much…”

Patch tugged at his scarf, which Melody knew by now was a nervous tic. “Oh no… I didn’t hurt you, did I? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you, I… get huggy sometimes…”

Melody sighed with relief as Patch shook his head no. Before continuing, she gently placed Patch on the other side of the couch as she scooted away from him. “Thank the gods… Ugh, I feel terrible! And not just because of this headache… I should have warned you that I can sometimes get a bit… much after drinking with Tara… she has, uh, a much higher tolerance than I do.”

Patch just listened as Melody went on, unsure what to do in this situation.

“I promise, I’ll make it up to you, really! Um, what if I got strawberries for you? I know those are your favorite. Or, you get dibs on what’s on the TV for like, a week! Two weeks!” Melody said, clearly anxious.

Patch waved his hand dismissively… before stopping and pantomiming the shape of a strawberry, which actually sounded delicious right about now. If she was offering one as an apology anyways…

“Heh, I knew I could win you over,” Mel said, though there was an undeniable nervousness in her tone. “Let me get changed and I’ll go to the store and get you some treats to apologize. And I promise that won’t happen again, promise!”

-

At the store, Mel stocked up their cart with almost every treat they had seen Patch eat. Berries of several kinds, some candies that they knew he could eat, chocolate… Truthfully, Mel felt that simply buying food couldn’t properly apologize for how they treated their roommate, but they didn’t know what else to do.

After getting home, she prepared a giant plate with the treats, and gently called for Patch to come out of his little room, where he had apparently spent the whole time she was gone. Patch walked outside, rubbing his eyes sleepily, before they went wide at his roommate’s apology gift.

“Here, I hope this is enough… I’m really, really sorry. Please forgive me?” asked Mel, nervousness in their tone. Patch couldn’t help but smile and nod as he walked over to a tower of food taller than he was, and started picking at the food. This wouldn’t immediately resolve things, but the offering was definitely appreciated.

-

The next few days were awkward, with Melody apologizing and trying to make amends at every turn. Patch could hardly be in her presence without being asked if they needed or wanted anything, or being drowned in gifts. Patch had repeated many times that it was fine, but admittedly they were experiencing many conflicting feelings about their human roommate right now. They had spent most of the time in their little room, away from Melody, but decided after much consideration to spend a day with her, to try to prove that they weren’t mad at her.

-

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” Mel once again asked Patch. As he had done the last time she asked, twenty minutes ago or so, he shook his head “no”.

“Oh, okay, well if you do, just let me know, okay?” Mel said, to an expected “yes” nod.

Melody knew Patch would respond that way, but couldn’t help but ask. She didn’t know how else to make him know she was sorry. She had already said the words a million times.

“So… what are you drawing?” she asked, trying to change the subject. To her surprise, Patch jumped a bit, quickly covering the tiny drawing with another piece of paper, before looking around nervously and pointing to the TV. Melody was watching a cartoon, which she knew Patch normally didn’t pay much attention to. She immediately could tell that he was lying, but decided to play it off.

“Okay. Well, um, if you want me to pause or anything to practice, just let me know, okay?” She asked, and Patch nodded affirmatively.

-

Stupid, stupid!, Patch swore to themself as they covered the drawing. It was a silly little thought experiment, just a drawing of a human… who looked remarkably like them. If they were human… what would that be like? How would their relationship with Melody change? Would they be brave enough to actually…

Frustrated with the direction their thoughts kept going, the sprite ripped up the drawing, getting a confused look from the human they were having these feelings for. Melody clearly noticed Patch’s frustration and held her hands up as she spoke.

“It’s fine, I know how it goes sometimes… I mean I haven’t drawn in ages, but sometimes you just can’t make it look right, I get it. I’m sure you’ll nail it next time!”

Patch took a deep breath before nodding and beginning to draw something else, leaving their little thought experiment behind.

Part 5

Something was off with Melody. Despite the human claiming things were fine, Patch could tell from the energy in the apartment that Melody was feeling upset. At first, Patch assumed it was the cold weather, as the first snowfall of the year was a few days ago, but that probably wasn’t it, as her mood had actually gone up on that morning. Granted, it was mostly because she could call out of work, but still, the human seemed to enjoy the snow.

It was an ordinary afternoon, with Patch sitting on the couch watching TV, and Melody sitting on the other end of the couch reading a book, when suddenly Mel’s phone began to vibrate. She only looked at the phone before a look of disgust showed on her face, and she looked back at the book. After a moment, the phone went quiet, only to begin to vibrate again a moment later.

“Ugh!” cried Mel, as she reached over and pressed a button, causing the phone to stop. She looked over at Patch, who was watching the entire thing with confusion.

“Sorry… that was, uh… a number I didn’t want to answer,” said Melody.

Patch continued his staring, tilting his head again to make it clear that he wanted to ask a follow-up question.

“I said it was nobody!” snapped Mel, before she continued reading, as the phone vibrated again. Patch was a bit taken aback, Melody almost never snapped like that, especially not without something big happening.

Patch had to get to the bottom of this. With a determined look, they pointed to the phone again, as it began to vibrate once more. Melody sighed in frustration, and finally grabbed the phone.

“Fine, she gets one chance,” was all Mel said as she pressed on the screen, and a voice came out. Patch couldn’t help but eavesdrop, and heard a name that was decidedly not Melody’s before the human hung up just as quickly as she had answered.

“Aaaand that was her chance.”

Patch was still curious, and mimicked holding a phone to their ear.

Melody put her head in her hands before speaking. “Ugh, fine. That was… my mother.”

Her mother? Patch was instantly curious, but more than that, a bit envious. The human has a chance to speak to her mother, no matter where they are, and she chooses to ignore them? Patch couldn’t help but look at Melody with a scolding glare, hands on his hips.

“What’s with the face?” asked Mel, but she knew the answer. “I know, I know what you’re thinking. Mel, why would you ignore your mom? Well, it’s complicated. She, uh, doesn’t really like me. To say the least.”

This only confused Patch further. Why would she be so insistent on reaching out, then? Patch pointed at the phone, and mimed picking it up again, before pointing at Mel, which seemed to frustrate her.

“I’m not answering the phone to a woman who won’t even use my name!” snapped Melody. “She does this every year around the holidays, calling and begging and pleading for her son to come back to them and be a family again, but it’ll never happen! I’m on my own now, and I’m happier this way, and I don’t need anybody else!”

Despite how confident she sounded, tears were forming on her face. Patch realized they may have misunderstood the situation, and walked over, placing a gentle hand on the side of Mel’s thigh. The human sighed, before speaking again in a calmer voice, “Well, that’s not true. I have my cool little roommate, and I definitely don’t know what I’d do without you. At least you like me for who I am… I think.”

Patch nodded affirmatively, and Mel smiled. “Thanks, dude. Maybe… maybe at some point I’ll tell you the whole story, but you don’t need to worry about it… or me. I’m okay, I promise.”

At that, Patch simply nodded.

“You know, I guess I never asked about your parents. I mean, I guess I’m assuming you have them?” Melody asked, suddenly curious.

It didn��t take long for her to notice Patch’s uncomfortable expression, though.

“Oh shit, are they, uh…” the human said, her voice trailing off.

Patch simply shrugged.

“Oh… I’m sorry I brought it up. I, uh, guess that explains why you were so adamant about me answering the phone. I… I’m sorry.”

There was a moment of silent tension between the two, which was finally broken by the phone vibrating again.

“Yep, it’s her.”

Patch walked over to the phone and kicked it, getting a small giggle from Mel.

“Thanks, buddy. That’ll show her.”

Part 6

The holidays were always tough for Melody, ever since she had left her family. Normally, she would just spend them like any other day, maybe taking up shifts at the library when they were open. But this year, something was different, she had a roommate.

“So… I guess it’s a weird question to ask, but do you have any, like, winter holidays?” Melody asked one day, after seeing the first holiday commercial of the season (Several weeks before December, of course).

-

Patch seemed to light up, and nodded his head yes. One of the few holidays that sprites celebrated was on the winter solstice, when the night was the longest.

“Oh, that’s so cool! I’d love to learn more about it… maybe we could celebrate together! When is it? What do you do?” Melody asked, instantly excited by the prospect of learning about a different culture’s customs, especially a non-human one.

Patch nodded, and motioned a sign that Mel had come to understand as “Let me try to draw it”.

“Okay! Got it, let me go get your notepad.” Patch went to work trying to draw what he was able to express. On the Solstice, inspired by the humans’ celebrations around that time, sprites would exchange gifts and try to watch the stars when they could, which were believed to be the ancestors of the sprites watching them from the heavens. They would use that time to huddle for warmth and share stories of their ancestors, to keep traditions alive.

Of course, all of that was a bit complicated to draw without using a single word. Patch had slowly been introducing Melody to their written language, drawing objects and what their names looked like, but Melody still wasn’t able to read much.

“Okay, okay, let me try to figure this out…” they said, looking over the drawings once Patch had finished.

“Okay, we have… a drawing of day and night… then a shorter day and longer night… then a moon… oh, that word means moon, right! Longer night, moon… the longest night of the year?” She deduced, and Patch nodded approvingly.

“So, the winter solstice… that would make sense, a lot of cultures have holidays around then… Okay, more drawings… somebody giving something to somebody else… that makes sense, like Christmas. Then we have… one of your kind watching the stars… that’s a really good drawing, actually.” Mel continued, as Patch blushed at the compliment.

“So, gift giving, stargazing… I don’t know what this one means, though,” said Melody as she looked at the final part of the drawing, being a triangle of stylized faces with Patch’s distinct pointy ears.

Patch thought for a minute, before beginning to pantomime speaking.

“Talking… speaking… telling a story? Yes! Telling stories about… each other?” Patch shook their head. Struggling to think of how to clarify, they thought back to the conversation a few days ago, and pointed to Melody’s phone. After a moment of thinking, she seemed to get the message.

“... Mom. Telling stories about family, huh?”

Patch noticed Mel’s mood turned downwards, but nodded.

“Okay… I think I’m getting the picture now. It’s a time for family, just like our holidays, huh?”

Patch nodded again, and Melody seemed thoughtful.

“Well… obviously I’m not talking to my family… and you said you don’t know where your parents are… I guess we can celebrate together, though. I can teach you about our holidays, and we can celebrate yours, ooh, this is exciting actually! I could be the first human to celebrate your holiday! Isn’t that a cool thought?”

-

Before long, the night was upon them. Melody had set up a countdown to both holidays, the winter solstice and Christmas day. At Patch’s instruction, Melody prepared a nice meal, although the meal was far more lavish than anything Patch’s kind would have been able to prepare.

After sharing a meal while watching a holiday special (Since there was nothing else on this close to Christmas), Melody began to prepare for the exciting part, to her.

“Gift time!” They announced, and Patch seemed to light up as well. Melody brought Patch back to his room, where he disappeared behind the fabric door.

When he emerged, there was a small box in front of the door that Mel had wrapped in a ribbon.

“I know normally you turn down gifts, but I figured this was my chance to help you out,” Mel said, as they gently pushed the box a little closer to Patch.

Meanwhile, Patch stood there with something hidden behind his hands. He placed the object, a small piece of wood about the size of a coin, down on the counter, face down, before gently pushing it towards the human.

“Oh?” said Mel in confusion. Truthfully, they weren’t sure what to expect as a gift from Patch, but they excitedly flipped the small wooden object over to reveal a tiny painting of Melody.

“A… Patch, how did you even get… Nevermind that, this is wonderful!” They exclaimed, as Patch blushed slightly. Truthfully, the detail was incredible for such a small piece. The colors were slightly odd, but Mel was more surprised that Patch was able to find any kind of dyes to work with at his small size.

“Well, yours was super from the heart, and mine was just from the store… I hope you like it anyways,” Mel said, suddenly feeling a bit inadequate. Patch opened the box, and Mel saw his eyes light up and ears perk at the box of paper clips they had prepared as a gift.

“I know you use them a lot for your little rope ladders and stuff… I figured it would be a useful gift…”

Patch smiled wide at Melody before pushing the box into his room, and she knew that the gift was appreciated.

-

After receiving the generous gift from Melody, Patch pointed to the window. It was time to watch for stars.

“Right, right. Luckily, my window has a pretty nice view of the sky, and it looks clear enough, we might see a few stars!”

After holding her palm up, she gently lifted Patch and moved herself and her little roommate over to the windowsill. Mel placed Patch down as she leaned her elbows on the other side, watching Patch look up at the sky. He seemed lost in thought.

“... I wish I could hear your stories… I’m sure you have lots to share,” Melody mused. “I only know a few words of your language, though… not nearly enough. Maybe by next year…”

Silence filled the room for a moment as both parties watched the sky.

“Oh, is that- No, sorry, that’s a plane…”

More silence filled the room.

Breaking the silence in the best way they could, Patch gently tapped on Mel’s arm, before pointing at her and then the sky, with one or two stars breaking through the city’s lights.

“Me? Oh… my stories, yeah.” Melody said, but her attitude seemed withdrawn.

“Um… I don’t really know what to say about my family. They’re kind of… not in my life anymore. There’s my mom and my brother, Archie, but… like I said, there isn’t much to talk about.”

Patch nodded, taking in the new information. They knew Melody has a mother, but the sibling was new information.

“Do you have any siblings?” Melody asked.

Patch shook their head, before holding up one tiny finger.

“Ah… okay.”

Once more, awkward silence draped over the two of them, though Patch seemed content to watch the sky.

“You know, there’s so much I want to know about you, buddy. Your past, your family… your name. I feel like I should know more about you by now.” Melody mused.

“Do your people have anything like New Year’s Resolutions?” she asked.

Patch looked at her in confusion, so she began to elaborate.

“It’s basically when you’re really determined to do something in the next year. I don’t usually do them, but I think… I think my goal is to learn your language, really focus on it… maybe even teach you mine while I’m at it. That way, I can finally learn more about you.”

Patch smiled and nodded, a determined look on his face. If he was going to live with Melody, they needed to be able to communicate better.

“I’ll take that as a yes. I’m warning you, I’m far from the best teacher, but I’m sure I could find some library books that could help…” Melody trailed off, already lost in thought planning how to start the lessons. She was interrupted by a small feeling on her arm. Looking down, she saw that Patch was sitting on the windowsill, leaning up against her arm as he watched the sky.

Learning could wait. Tonight, they were watching the stars.

[firewolf-pyro]

Episode five: The Dalek in Pond,

Scene- Freeze frame of shocked Amy Pond fades quickly to a dull scene of a pond being drained for an excavation.

Camera- moves left to right around scene. Music swells as the dome of a beaten up Dalek is revealed from under the water. Mud covered. Shouting can be heard, three men in workers uniforms rush to uncover more of the Dalek’s dome revealing the casing to be an unusual blue color. Scene fades.

scene- work crew is pulling and pushing the heavy mud covered Dalek down the hall of investigation clinic.

Camera- moves from front, over crew to back as we see investigator tail behind them. A woman is besides him jabbering excitedly about their find- dressed in a white sweatshirt, black pants. They are black haired with small facial features and glasses.

OLESIA- “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! It’s a whole Dalek! We usually find pieces of Daleks here and there- all blown up and torn to shreds- but this is a whole Dalek!”

Actions-shouts with glee as they bounce from one side of the Dalek being rushed down the hall to the other.

JONES- “This isn’t the blessing you think it is. More likely than not this war machine is still kicking around inside this nasty shell.”

Actions- mumbled as he assists in pushing the casing to the left down another hall with many heavy doors.

HENRY- “It’s not that special-“

Actions- grunts man as he sets casing down. All are still covered in mud.

HENRY- “I know of two collectors with full Daleks in their collections. Torchwood agencies in other countries have tried and failed to confiscate them.”

Actions- Explains man as he pants, doubled over looking at science woman.

KENDRA- “Only three whole Daleks, yet we continue to find hundreds of full cybermen.”

Actions- smiles, red in the cheeks from the cold and panting from the work.

JONES- “None of that matters right now, get this thing clean- see if it is actually ticking like I think it is- then lock it up.”

Scene cuts to - image of now clean Dalek chained to ground.

Camera- shifts back to look at a security camera’s footage of same Dalek.

HENRY- “It’s still very much alive in there. Though we haven’t been able to get any sort of response.”

Actions-leaning over desk on one arm to watch camera.

JONES-“Well don’t go torchering it. I know of a dealer who had a full Dalek- woke it up by torchering the damned thing and lost nearly his whole security squad plus some very valuable finds.”

Actions-Investigator folds arms over his chest.

JONES- “Not to say it doesn’t deserve to be. Its species stealing our planet, raiding us- invading us- the things are no good.”

Actions- mumble as camera moves away from screen showing both men staring down at the screen.

Scene fades to over shoulder of science woman and young lady both in the Dalek’s room with buckets of water and drawing items. Both are taking turns clearing bits of mud off of the armor wearing protective gear on their hands and over their mouths and eyes - and drawing the creature. Camera moves slowly around the three in the room before stopping when science woman pushes into the armor and a soft click can be heard from within.

OLESIA- “What… was that…”

Actions-whispers, getting the attention of young lady.

Camera focuses on the bust of the Dalek as the armor shifts and slowly opens. Both ladies lean away and carefullly place hands over their faces.

KENDRA/ “Augh- I can smell it even with this mask on.”

Actions- Young lady Gags as the Dalek mutant within comes into focus. The entity is very obviously Ill with green mucus pouring out of the casing and off of itself.

OLESIA- “It’s like it’s rotting.”

Actions- points out and grabs a towel.

KENDRA- “Ewe, it smells so bad-“

Actions- young woman gags again having to turn away from the being. Science woman scoops the Dalek mutant up from the inside of the casing. A few wires can be seen popping off of the creature as it is pulled from its armor. It makes a raspy coughing noise as it is brought out of the room.

KENDRA/ “You’re touching it? It could have some kind of alien disease- or parasite, or virus!”

Actions- Young woman chastises them as she follows behind.

OLESIA- “I’ll be fine.”

Actions- insists as she sets the slowly wriggling thing down on her chair as she begins opening drawers of her desk. She pulls out disinfectants and wash pads and such and begins cleaning the green goo off of the creature.

KENDRA- “You?! What about us? Not all of us can regen like you Y’know.”

Actions- asks but curiously peaks over the privacy wall of the desk watching science woman wipe away a bit of green goo that results in greyish ooze. A pained noise can be heard from the Dalek mutant and the tendril pulls away - another attempts to prevent science women from continuing their task.

OLESIA- “I think it’s bleeding, I thought these things had nano-technology.”

Actions-mumbles as camera watches her continue wiping and bandaging up the wounds.

KENDRA- “No one really studies Daleks- I mean. This is probably the only time anyone has ever actually held a live specimen.”

Actions- Young woman gasps and begins scribbling something down,

KENDRA- “This is the only time anyone’s seen a Dalek mutant!”

Actions- She squeals as she begins drawing. Science woman picks up the now bandaged Dalek mutant and sets it on a clear part of the desk. It moves slowly as she turns her back to it to clean off the seat.

OLESIA- “This is a chance of a lifetime. It won’t happen again, it shouldn’t be happening now!”

Actions- Science woman says in an excited frenzy. Both jump when the computer system shorts making a loud POP noise. Dalek mutant is almost completely over the edge of the desk with its tendrils on the short circuited computer.

OLEISA- “Awe no! No no no! All my files!”

KENDRA- “Hah! This is why you should have thumb drives!”

Actions- Young woman cackles as science woman scoops the Dalek mutant up.

Camera- sees a trail of silver trickle back up into the Dalek’s tendrils as they are pulled up and away from the computer. They are thrashing around with much more energy now.

BLUETON- “Re-re-release- me-!”

Actions- a rusty cough from the Dalek mutant. Science woman nearly fumbles the squirming Dalek until she makes a shushing noise as she sets it down back on the now clean chair.

OLESIA- “Get me a clean towel or blanket or something! It’s shaking like mad.”

Actions- Exclaims as camera swivels back over the Dalek to watch young woman grab a small blanket from one of her drawers. Science woman grabs it and camera turns to watch the door of the investigator’s office.

OLESIA- “There, calm down, calm down you’ll choke on your own mucus.”

Actions- Science woman scolds as she holds the now bundled up Dalek to her chest. We see her stand up just as the investigator steps out of the office. Zoom in to the look of confusion in his face as she spins around to face him. Cuts to credits.

[rightsockjin]

Safe word: Yoongi

Summary: Everyone says that Yoongi, millionaire Casio owner, isn’t a Dom. And maybe they’re right, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give it a try.

Rating:M

Genre: SMUT, a little fluff at the end.

Warnings: PWP. Hard dom! Yoongi! choking, shibary (Artful rope tying), graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse. Slight nipple play. Biting. licking. degradation. Pain. reader is slightly hurt but nothing horrible.

Word count: 3,968

Author’s note: Usually, I'm not into hard dom anyone but for some reason, when I saw this Yoongi in the music video, it awaked something I couldn’t quiet until it was written. You’re welcome.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as his hand made its way into your hair. He pulled at the roots, tangling his long pretty fingers in the locks. Your head was pulled back so that you could see the high ceilings of the casino. Your mouth hung open, your neck stretched to the point of pain. Your chest heaved as you desperately tried to suck in air. Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes.

“Did I fucking say you could speak,” he growled in your ear as he pulled your hair harder. Tighter. His other hand snaked slowly up your body, grazing over the curves on your chest then stopping exactly at your neck. His fingers wrapped loosely around it.

You tried to speak, tried to move your lips but all thoughts were absent from your mind. A tear ran down your cheek and into your hairline. Yoongi leaned in and licked it off your cheek before he bit roughly at the swell of your skin.

“What? Can’t speak now? Cat got your tongue?” He jolted your head as if to get your attention. As if your attention was anywhere but on the man and his silver tongue that was currently licking lightly up the side of your jaw.

“Answer me when I speak to you,” he groaned in your ear pulling your head so that it rested on his shoulder.

“I-” his hand on your neck started to tighten, your eyes widened.

“What’s that baby,” he asked, suddenly very soft. Your heart slowed slightly, the glimpse of the care and affection that he had for you shining through for a split second. He kissed your pulse point. Your body was tense. Then his fingers tightened more and more around your neck.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

“I-I…eugh,” you were light headed. The edges of your vision began to blur.

“What? Is my baby dumb?”

He let go of your throat, air flooded your body in a split second. Your body relaxed. All of your muscles felt weak.

“Would you look at that,” Yoongi said from behind you. You could feel his erection against your ass. The thin layer of fabric from your dress doing nothing to create a barrier.

“I didn’t realize my slut was mute.”

Without warning, he pushed you off his lap. Your knees hit the floor, strewn with paperwork that he’s swept off his desk, with a force that you knew would bruise later but you didn’t have time to dwell on it. Yoongi was kneeling in front of you. A glint of amusement on his features.

“Did that hurt?”

You didn’t answer, knowing from his previous statements that he wanted you silent.

“Are you deaf too?” He asked, a genuine curiosity on his features, like he wasn’t sure what was canon.

When you only looked at him expectantly, his confusion melted and his resolve returned.

“Fine. Don’t speak. If I hear one damn noise from your lips, there’s going to be hell to pay. Got it?”

You blinked at him. Fear coursed through your body but you couldn’t deny that his authoritative tone aroused you nearly as much as scared you.

He stood suddenly, your head followed as he sat back on his desk. He pushed aside a couple of pens so he could sit more comfortably. Slowly, almost like he was teasing you, he unbuckled his black belt. The gold buckle glinted in the faint lights.

He ripped it out of the loops of his pants and bent in half. With the loop he’d created, he tapped your neck and chin. The smell of leather hit your nostrils. Expensive. You knew as much. He tapped you chin twice more before he gestured with his chin for you to stand.

You did so on wobbly legs. Your heels felt uneven under your feet and you regretted wearing the highest and sexiest pair you owned.

He lightly traced over your shoulder, then your arm, then your hand with the belt. It was smooth and a little warm. When it reached your fingers, you lightly grasped the leather and he used it to pull you closer. A devilish smirk adorned his face. His sweet lips pulled up into a small smile.

It almost made you forget where you were and what was happening. You almost dropped the submissive act and wrapped your arms around his neck so you could kiss him. His eyes were filled with genuine adoration. Like he couldn’t believe that you were there. Physically in existence. But then it was gone and his features hardened once more.

“You’re gonna be a good little hooker and do what I ask of you. Understand?”

You could hear the smile in his voice. Like he was laughing at you. At his own audacity. He licked his lips and gave you a couple of seconds as if he was waiting for his orders to seep into your consciousness before he pushed you back slightly and unbuttoned his grey pants. Without hesitation, he pulled his erect penis out of his briefs and began to slowly stroke it. You swallowed hard. Your mouth watering at what little you could see. He smirked.

“Is this what you wanted baby? Hm? Is this what you asked for?”

A bead of precum glistened on the very tip of his member. The temptation to reach out and touch it yourself was maddening but you didn’t have permission. So you waited, your hands clenched at your sides.

He stopped moving his hand, confusion once again on his features when you said nothing. He raised an eyebrow but realization dawned on his face. A cute, panicked expression replaced the old one. He cleared his throat.

“What are you waiting for? Suck you dumb bitch.”

He braced himself. As if he expected you to hit him but when all you did was kneel before him, your skin throbbing from the impact of your fall from earlier, and leaned forward, he relaxed.

With just the tip of your tongue, you drew small shapes on the tip of his erection. He mewled, taking deep breaths and choking on them as he tried to breath out. Little ‘ugh’s of pleasure escaped his baby lips. Smooth and pretty. Like music to your ears. His eyes were shut. Like the visual of you was too much to handle. The feeling itself was already much too stimulating for him.

You licked slowly up to where the precum had been. It sat patiently waiting for you to claim it. And claim it you did. You flattened your tongue over the tip to make sure you collected every drop of it.

“Augh, that’s fucking it,” he moaned, his hand finding your hair once again. This time, it wasn’t as harsh and you found yourself missing the roughness he had displayed before.

Hoping to push him a little, you wrapped your mouth around his tip, just the tip, and sucked lightly. You looked up at him, pleading with your soft eyes as you swirled your tongue around it.

For only a second, you saw his expression. His eyes were wide, like he was caught off guard. His pupils were blown wide, his lips were parted in a silent ‘o’.  It was only a second, before he threw his weight back onto his arms. His head hung limply on his shoulders. He was so sensitive. So turned on. It made you feel powerful.

You took more of his member in your mouth, slowly, torturously. It was starting to get difficult by around the middle. You reached you and wrapped your small hand around the base to help you steady and push more in.

His hand in your hair tightened, then without warning, he yanked you off his penis. He looked furious. Lust was still prominently featured in his eyes but his lips were pulled in a snarl.

“When did I say you could touch me? Hm? Did I ever fucking say you could use your hands? Do you not know how to do as you’re told?”

He pushed you away fully, pushing his dick back into his pants. He didn’t bother to button them up. Instead he let them hang open, clinging to his hips slightly, threatening to fall. You braced yourself on your hands. Watching as he bent down to one of the many drawers on the desk, the one that was locked, and ripped it open.

“On the desk,” he growled. When you didn’t move, he looked over his shoulder at you.

“Now!”

You scrambled off the floor and fumbled onto the desk, where he had previously been. Your legs hung off the edge uselessly. Your breath was coming out in pants. Yoongi stood suddenly. In his hand, a bundle of silky looking red rope.

Your heart hammered against your chest. Excitement coursed through your veins.

“How tight is that dress? Can you bend your leg?”

Without wavering, you pulled your tight, black dress up your thighs and pulled one of your legs onto the smooth surface of the desk top. Now slightly exposed, Yoongi couldn’t help but look between your legs. You watched him stare, knowing that the thinnest silk fabric was the only barrier between the open air and your core. Something you had worn just for him to see.

He seemed frozen for a second, admiring the juncture between your legs. His grip on the rope tightened and it was only when you whimpered slightly that he snapped back to reality.

“Did you just-…” he raked his eyes over your face, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Yoongi blinked at you after he finished speaking, again waiting for something that didn’t seem to come.

“You can speak now. Understand? I need you to tell me if I’m tying these right, or if they’re too tight.”

“Okay,” you agreed, watching him unwind the rope nervously. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as he began to wrap the rope around your bent leg so it stayed that way. He wound it slowly under your knee then tied a sturdy knot on the inside of your legs. He repeated the process once more, but lower on your shin and thigh. Then one final time close to your ankle.

There was still a lot of rope left. You wondered if he was going to just ignore it and stop where he had on your leg. For a beginner, you thought he’d done a decent job. You would be pretty satisfied with his work.

“Is this alright?”

“ It's fine,” you assured him, your eyes bright with enthusiasm.

“Okay I need you to put your hands behind your back,” he instructed. Your eyes widened.

“Yeah alright,” you said, obediently sitting up. Without waiting, he wrapped the rope once more around your ankle then, with a good amount of pull, he dragged it to your wrists. He wrapped it around them a couple of times before stringing it through and tying another nice knot to hold the bond in place.

You couldn’t see what he was doing anymore but you felt him tying more knots up your arms. Your chest pushed forward as he got to your shoulders. He slipped the remainder of the rope under your breasts, still covered by your dress. He tied the final knot in the center of your chest then stepped back to fully look at you.

“How does that feel?”

You took a second to try to move. When you moved your hands behind your back, your leg was pulled back and away from the other one. Your chest was also pressed farther into the air. You had to hand it to him. This tie was smart. The more comfortable you tried to get, the less comfortable you became and the wider you were spread for him.

“Perfect,” you praised. A slight blush decorated his chubby cheeks and his smile, mostly consisting of his gums and his cute teeth, made an appearance.

“I was worried it would be too much.”

“It’s good,” you said again, “I’m impressed.”

He graced you with his smile for only a second longer. Then he was back to business and his smile thinned into a hard line.

“Great. Be a good girl and let oppa fuck your brains out.”

The abrupt change left you breathless. He pounced on you like a lion. His hands on the nape of your neck so he could push your lips to his. You let him. His teeth nibbling and biting at your lips. He sucked them into his mouth and massaged them with his tongue.

You moaned against him, your chest was pressed firmly into the dark grey vest of his suit. You desperately wanted to run your hands through the top of his hair. To touch his undercut. To pull him closer, but it was impossible and it only made you more excited.

Yoongi reached behind you and pushed your arms as far away as he could without truly hurting you. Your legs were pulled apart as far as they could be in the position you were in. your dress rose to your hips. Yoongi looked down at your exposed core. Through the thin lace, he could see the arousal dripping from your core.

“You know just how to make a man feel good about himself baby,” he chuckled, licking his lips.

“Now the question is,” he ran two fingers up your clothed slit, “How are we going to get these pretty panties off?”

He pressed his finger to your entrance, some of your arousal seeped through the fabric. When he pulled away, a string of it clung to his skin.

“Fuck,” he groaned bringing his fingers up to his lips and sucking it clean off, “Mashisoyo.”

You sighed, impatient to feel something, anything that could bring you close to the edge. So much tension had been built in your body that you felt ready to burst.

“Oppa, please…”

“What do you want, baby?”

“I want you.”

Yoongi smiled sheepishly then reached behind you, grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped the side of your panties on both sides. The cold metal of the blades sent a shock through your system. A little bit of fear wiggled into you but it was sated when he set them down far enough away from both of you that they wouldn’t be a problem.

He pulled the now ruined fabric off your core. The cold air of his office hit your burning skin.

“Look at that,” he whispered pushing your thighs even further to spread your folds, “You’re dripping on my desk.”

He clicked his tongue three times then blew at your core. You winced as he smiled up at you innocently.

“We can’t have that now can we?”

He pushed his pants and his underwear down so that they rested around his thighs. The striped button up hung loosely now that it wasn’t tucked. His erection strung out in the open air, the tip red and leaking, begging to be stimulated. He took it in one of his veiny hands and without warning, he pushed the tip into your opening.

Equally blissed out moans escaped both your lips. He was big. Not huge, but big to where it stretched you a bit farther than you felt comfortable even with the wetness already making it easier for him to slip in.

Your nerves were on end. He pushed in slowly, mirroring what you had done earlier with your mouth. His brows were furrowed in concentration. He met nearly no resistance as he entered you, but your walls continued to constrict around him. As if you were already close to your end.

When his hips hit yours, you felt yourself convulse. Your body was too sensitive. Too prepared. You were reacting as if you’d been edged multiple times.

“Be a good girl,” he reminded, “and let oppa use his pretty bitch .”

Without another word or confirmation from you, he pulled out almost entirely and began to relentlessly pound into you. With every thrust, he was hitting your clit with a decent amount of force, the stripped shirt creating a friction that felt delicious against your sensitive bud. He was still holding you up with one arm wrapped around your back. The other found its way onto your chest and pulled down the fabric of your dress so that your chest was exposed to the open air. You bore no bra, as the dress itself had cups in it, so you were left bare for him.

“These are mine,” he said though you weren’t sure he was talking to you, “all for me.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth for a second just to give you a taste of the pleasure his silver tongue brought.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pounding into you and nibbling at the sensitive skin on your chest. Over his shoulder, you could see yourself and him in the reflection of the glass. His toned ass was clenched as he thrust into your core, his pants low. What you would give to be able to touch.

You then noticed yourself. The way your hair stood on end. The disheveled appearance of your makeup. He’d ruined you and all your hard work in the past thirty minutes.

“Oppa, harder,” you managed to moan.

“Scream my name,” he countered.

In a moment of rebellion, you smirked at your reflection and said, “make me.”

He stuttered in his thrusts only for a moment, before he brought his face level to yours. He was enraged.

“What did you fucking say?”

You didn’t dare speak. Your confidence dwindled.

“What did you say,” he yelled, getting closer to your face, his breath hitting your skin.

“O-oppa?”

“Again,” he snarled, starting to move again, faster and deeper than he had before. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as pleasure filled you to the brim.

“Say it or I’ll stop damn it!”

“Oppa!”

“That’s what I thought, slut.”

Little screams left your bruised lips. Adrenaline was coursing through your limbs. Your leg was falling asleep. It prickled as Yoongi thrust in and out at an inhuman speed.

“Oppa I’m…”

“You’re close?” He asked not faltering once as he leaned down to your chest again.

“Very,” you answered as he took your nipple in his lips and sucked, writing hangul on the sensitive skin.

Your body tensed suddenly. As you were about to fall over the edge, Yoongi’s hips stuttered again. He kept pushing. His lips and tongue not letting up. Your orgasm hit you with all the force of a wrecking ball. You moaned loudly, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

Your walls fluttered around his member and only then did Yoongi let go of your nipple in favor of planting open mouthed kisses on your chest.

“I’m almost done baby. Hold on,” he assured you as his speed and accuracy became questionable. He was struggling to hold you up. You tried to help by leaning on your hands, effectively opening your legs to a ridiculous angle.

“Shit, that’s it,” he groaned as he pumped himself in one more time then stilled deep in your core. His member swelled in your walls as he ejaculated warm stripes of cum into you. You counted it once, then twice, then thrice. Each time, you felt more full and wet. Each burst of ejaculation hitting your walls with a power you hadn’t felt before.

It was maybe a minute later when he finally seemed to have finished. His arms were shaking and he was sweating slightly. He was swallowing hard and breathing even harder. Panting even.

Instinctively, you tried to reach up to hold him close to you but your restraints were still in place and all you managed to do was push your breasts farther into his face.

He nuzzled into them for a second, kissing each one then kissing his way up to your lips sloppily.

“Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t ask you if that was okay.”

You giggled, pulling against the restraints again and hissing when they dug into your skin. Yoongi blinked as if aware once more. Both of you looked at your knee which was still bent up at an awkward angle. An ugly purple bruise was already forming.

Panic filled Yoongi’s eyes as he looked around for the scissors he’d used to cut your underwear off.

They were a little too far out of reach for the position you were in. Reluctantly, he pulled his slowly softening member out of your center. A thick bead of cum instantly rolled out of you. You winced at the unpleasant sensation but said nothing. Yoongi pulled his pants up and quickly buttoned them before he grabbed the scissors and ungracefully cut you out of his hold.

As the rope fell away from your skin, you felt feeling return to your leg. He cut your wrists last, then pulled the offending ropes off of you.

Carefully, he straightened your leg. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, the pain of what had just happened started to hit you.

“I overdid it, didn’t I? I’m so sorry baby,” he said opening another drawer and pulling out some wet wipes. He carefully cleaned between your legs.

“I’m so sorry! This is what I was scared of. People are going to think I beat you!”

“Yoongi,” you breathed, placing a tender hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay. I’m okay. The bruises will fade. You did well.”

“But I hurt you,” he whispered, looking into your eyes apologetically, the internal turmoil clear in his gaze.

“Not badly. If it was anything I couldn’t handle, I would have stopped you. I enjoyed it,” you affirmed.

“I don’t like how I spoke to you either,” he said, not looking at you. He seemed sheepish, embarrassed.

“Yoongi look at me,” you said, taking his head in your hands, “It was a scene. It wasn’t real. We had sex, and you said things in the moment and if I’m being honest, it was a huge turn on. I don’t regret what happened. Neither should you. You’re kind of good at this rope thing.”

Yoongi looked into your eyes, worried that you were lying for his sake, but when he saw no signs of you fibbing, he sighed and stood up straight.

“You promise?”

“Yes. I’m the one that asked you to try in the first place! I’m just glad you enjoyed it as well. You did enjoy it didn’t you?”

Still somewhat ashamed Yoongi nodded, tucking his shirt back into his pants. You watched him, wishing you could remove his shame. There was nothing to be ashamed about, when you had asked for what he’d dished.

“Thank you,” you finally said. This got his attention. His eyes wide and questioning.

“For what?”

“Indulging me. You were really hot,” you shrugged, swinging your legs even though it hurt just to make the point that you were okay.

“You’re welcome,” he relented, “but next time…let’s take it down a notch okay? I don’t want you to be really hurt.”

“If you want,” you paused, a slight bit disappointed, “but that’s what the safe word is for you know?”

“Ah right…honestly I forgot about it. I’ll try to keep it in mind for next time we do something like this. What was it again?”

Carefully, you pushed yourself off the desk and onto your unsteady feet. Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you steady, a soft smile gracing his face as he looked at your disheveled appearance. He placed a soft kiss on your hairline before he nuzzled your skin with his nose. You giggled, planting a kiss on one of the buttons of his shirt, finally being able to touch his mused hair.

“Dynamite.”

Read the rest of the series! Here!

[the-crows-typist]

Hi Lemilia! Could I ask for a platonic ficlet with Rook and Trey + the word “frustration”? The science club needs more love, their dynamic is so good~ Thank you!

The Possibilities Are Endless

“Augh!”

“Trey, are you alright?” The smoke from the cauldron was nauseating and stung the throat and eyes. Rook quickly kills the fire with water magic and places the lid on to the still boiling pot of messed up brew.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, taking his classmate’s stirring stick from him while Trey took his glasses off. “No, I’m not. It’s just—stings a bit, hang on.” Rook knew that tone of voice, the way his shoulders squared, and how Trey’s teeth were bared and grit. He was a patient man, yes he was, but even he was not immune to the feeling of frustration. Even he got angry at the tiniest of things and the smallest of failures.

As beautiful as one’s expressive face is, it was still quite disheartening to see one of the most patient third years look so angry, so defeated. “Professor Crewel did say that this brew was not easy to get right off the bat,” He patted his companion’s back. “Why don’t we try again? Maybe things will be different this time.”

Trey looked up at Rook who smiled down at him. Without his glasses, Trey looked more serious, more mature. He looked like someone who could kill a man with a single stare but all that changed when he slipped his protective goggles back on and now he was kind and hardworking vice dorm leader of Heartslabyul.

“How do you do it?”

“What do you mean?” The hunter’s expression was confused, curious even. Even behind those purple goggles of his, Trey could see that he was genuine, he was honest…Maybe too honest. Rook always does things with the best interest of others in mind and there was no doubt that his actions were as genuine as they come and yet, there was this dense cloudiness not even Trey himself could see past and while people had their secrets, had their own skeletons in the closet, Rook’s secrecy was one so heavily guarded yet so obviously in plain sight.

He was an open book yet you couldn’t read the contents of it even if you tried.

Just how could someone so secretive be so open to the world and the people around him?

“…How do you not get angry?”

Rook’s smile was always so cryptic, always so foreshadowing.

Trey didn’t know when he started getting more observant to the things around him, he hypothesized that it was because he was around Rook more often or he was slowly getting used to having to deal with his two juniors and their friends causing trouble wherever they went that he had developed a sort of sixth sense.

“Clover, deliver the powder fertilizer to the plants at the back, they haven’t been taken care of as of late.” Crewel said, handing him a bucket full of white powder. “After that, you can close up the botanical garden for the day. The keys are by the desk and don’t forget to roll up the hose before you leave.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’ll be on my way then.”

Carrying the bucket towards the back garden, Trey began to see and appreciate the little flowers that grew and spread through the trees. He always liked walking through this part of the garden since a lot of flowers grew around the path.

“Hm?”

An orange lily bloomed not too far from his foot and beyond were scattered clumps that stood out with its bright orange hue against soft pastels of grass and other blossoms. A sudden pang of worry washed over Trey and he hesitated to continue his walk but knowing well that Crewel would be upset, he pushed forward. The lilies grew in number until he reaches the foot of the garden now littered with orange blossoms. For some reason, the garden felt off despite being empty.

Breathing in deep, Trey moved to scatter the powder fertilizer onto the plants and over the petunias growing awkwardly against the white painted fence. Kneeling down, Trey took a closer look at the blossoms, his gloved fingers smooth against the wood until he felt a small pit under his finger. Blinking, he carefully pushed the stems and leaves aside; the wood looked damaged as if someone purposefully thrust something into it. Trey’s brow furrowed in worry and pulled his hand away to see the many identical marks made on the wood.

“What is this?”

The school’s cafeteria during the end of the week was louder than usual, clubs were raring to do their activities and the teachers could get a break after a long weeks’ worth of work. Even in the noise, Trey couldn’t hear it for he deep in thought. To his knowledge, no one had planted any orange Lilies and Petunia in that area of the garden. In fact, he had no prior knowledge of anyone possessing seeds for those plants.

Could it have been a project by one of the younger years? No, there would be an indication of it; plus Crewel would tell him or at least say something about it in passing.

Another club? That would be a no as well. Jade didn’t seem very interested in flowers nor did any club, to his knowledge, need the botanical gardens except the science club.

“Trey, what’s the matter? You haven’t touched your lunch at all.”

Riddle’s eyes bore down on him and he knew better than to hide anything from the red headed dorm leader. “I’m just confused, is all.” He said, poking at his now cold steak. “Yesterday I was told to find a garden to put some fertilizer in but on my way there I saw some Orange Lily and Petunia flowers, I don’t know why but it made me uneasy.”

A hum and Riddle looked down at his half-eaten food. “Lily and Petunia, huh?’ Another hum and Riddle tapped the tip of his plate his pointer finger. “This might be a stretch but do you know the concept of flower language?”

“Flower language?”

“Yes, if I remember my sources correctly, certain flowers held meaning and messages when put into a bouquet. Because of its subtlety, it was a perfect way for people to send secret messages or feelings around. It’s a romantic way of communicating but often extremely vague if the receiver had no prior knowledge.”

Trey took a bite out of his steak with a nod. Flower language, huh? He’s heard of it before but he wasn’t a big expert. “Do you know anyone who happens to have a list?” He felt a slight disappointment when Riddle shook his head. “Not that I know of, no. The book that I saw it in only listed a few examples but I didn’t see Orange Lily or Petunia in them.”

“That’s unfortunate, but thanks for your help Riddle.”

When he came back to the garden the next day, the number of flowers had grown and soon did the marks on the white fence. Trey passed his fingers over the pits and noticed that they were deeper, messier as if someone had been doing it without thought. The feeling of unease continued to double the longer her stayed there but her urged himself to stay and spray the powder over growing Lavender flowers.

Somehow, seeing the light purple petals beginning to form brought him an ounce of comfort and it was what kept him from running away from the area with his tail between his legs. After finishing his task, he exited the garden to meet up with his professor.

“How are the neglected plants coming along, Trey?” Crewel asked, sitting on a chair while Rook watered the fruit bearing plants next to him. “Petals are beginning to form slowly and surely but…” He hesitated to speak for a moment and sighed. “…I did notice a few blossoms growing alongside it but it didn’t seem to impede on its growth.”

“What do you mean? Was someone using the plot before us?”

Rook moved to the further side of the garden to water what was to be a lemon tree before Trey spoke again. “I’m not quite sure, sir. They were already there when you told me to put fertilizer over the plants.” Crewel brought his crop to his lips in thought, brows creasing as he mulled over the possibilities. “And what flowers did you see growing around the area.”

“Mostly Petunias and Lilies, the orange colored one.”

“Hm. Someone must have been angry.”

“Sir?” Trey’s voice came out confused and Crewel only shook his head. “It’s just flower language, down boy. It’s not a well-known practice nowadays but before, flowers held meaning. If a mage grew a red rose from the ground then they were in love, it’s as simple as that.” A knowing smile crept onto his lips, thinking of a certain someone he had in mind; one he had spent enough time with to know that a single rose was all he needed to show his feelings.

“But those flowers of yours, Orange Lily and Petunia…Those flowers are of the few that have negative meanings.” Rook pulls at the hose and the roller squeaks as he moved further and further away from him. “While not inherently threatening or mean spirited, those two flowers could mean many things from anger, annoyance, maybe even frustration.”

He dare not mention the stab-like pits he saw on the fence behind it.

“If it isn’t impeding on the growth of the neglected plants like you say then it is only right to let the blossoms stay as they are. As odd as it may be, different people have different ways of venting out their frustrations. As long it’s not harming other people then there is no need to worry.”

The roller squeaks again, Rook moving to water the last plants inside the section of the garden.

The day came to an end and Crewel left the two to clean up. “I’m meeting with a former colleague of mine so I need to look my best. I’ll leave to you the cleaning up?” Trey nods his head and the two part ways but not without the boy smelling what seems to be a type of perfume, it smelled nice…Was the professor seeing someone?

“Rook?” Trey yelled out to the empty room yet no one answered back. “Darn, did I get deserted to clean this on my own?” He wondered to himself as he gathered the gardening tools and rolled up the hose. Taking the bucket full of powder fertilizer, Trey made his way to the same garden he was assigned to.

The same unsettling feeling overcame him as he walked the quiet path but with the words of Crewel echoing in his head, the feeling ebbed away quickly. The flowers growing in and around the area were products of someone’s negativity, his frustrations and while Trey understood it, he didn’t have an answer to who exactly was producing this.

But the answer would soon come to him when an odd sound came from the garden before him. A grunt followed by two items hitting each other hard. Trey walked slowly towards the source and seeing Rook over standing over the fence with sharper the usual arrow in hand. His shoulders were heaving before plunging his weapon into the wooden fence hard.

Somehow, all the things Trey had been pondering were coming together.

“So this is your way of getting angry.” Trey commented and Rook turning his head slowly towards him. He smiled at his fellow batch mate. “Hey, no need to give me that look. I won’t tell anyone what you did here…In fact, I find the theme of flowers to be very fitting…You know. Your flowery language and all.” Rook stared at him for a long while until he snorted, bringing his hand to his lips to stop his laugh from coming out too loud.

“Great seven above that was a terrible pun!” Rook said between laughs and Trey could only let out a small laugh himself. “I try my best.”

Sniffling, Rook looked back at the marks he’d made then to his arrow. “I’m sorry you had to see this. I don’t quite like it when I’m angry...I have been told that I become terrifying and almost beast like.” Trey comes closer and pats his back. “I’ve been trying to find better ways to control it better but…This is the best I can do now.”

A petunia began to grow form within the pits on the fence and despite the negative message, Trey found it beautiful. “Did you make these flowers?”

“I suppose. Even I am confused as to why these grew here.” The hunter picked a petunia from the fence and brought it to his nose. “But then again, the arrangement is quite beautiful don’t you think?” Trey pat his back again. “I’m no expert on flowers but it goes real well with the Lavender we’re trying to grow.”

“I’m sure we can find another way for you to vent out your frustrations but in the meantime, you can clean up.” Rook was given the bucket and Trey gave him a big smile before running off. “Trey, come back here!” He said between laughs as he clearly let his batch mate run ahead of him. “You still have to help me too!”

In the middle of the plot, a Lavender flower bloomed against the petunias its rich purple color accented by the bright orange and pink.

[blue-lions-baby]

Operation Confession (Dimitri x Reader) [Ch. 1]

hi!! so sorry for the inactivity! i’ve been super busy preparing for college n stuff, so i didn’t really have time to write anything... but like i also didn’t want to go *another* week of not posting anything so lol

i’ve been working on this fic for almost a month now and as i was approaching the 5000 words mark, i figured it would probably be best to chop it up into more.... manageable sections ^^’ please enjoy~

spoiler-free and pre-timeskip fluff!

~*~

Oh, this was perfect.

Sylvain watched in pure amusement at the scene playing out before his very eyes. Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, future king of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, reduced to nothing more than a blushing schoolboy antsy with the love bugs and raging hormones. He weakly disguised his chuckle with a cough when he saw yet another quill snap in the blonde’s hand, most likely in reaction to that adorable pouting face you had put up. You had absolutely no idea what type of effect and the severity of said effect you had on the prince.

Which made it all the more entertaining.

You didn’t mean to-- in fact, you weren’t even aware of the raging feelings Dimitri held towards you.

But Sylvain knew.

And you could bet your ass he was gonna do everything in his power to help his longtime friend man up and confess to the girl of his dreams.

Dimitri’s cheeks, once dusted with only a faint pink, suddenly became a hodgepodge of every shade of red when he realized that was the third quill he broke in this hour alone. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, helplessly looking to his teacher for help.

“Your Highness... Have you broken another quill?” Dedue murmured beside him, concern eminent in his voice. Dimitri looked down at the large splinter running down its side and mentally banged his head against the desk.

“It appears so... I will request a replacement from the Professor.” He muttered back, silently rising to his feet and making his way to the desk up front. He was suddenly stopped on his 4-step journey when Byleth (with a crinkle in their nose and a sigh) redirected their frazzled student to a whole box of spare quills behind the blackboard. Dimitri-- very much aware that this box filled with ludicrous amounts of quills were entirely for him-- bowed deeply to the professor, picked up the feathery thing, and hurried back to his desk.

You looked up from your work to give your eyes a break from their swimming lessons and accidentally made eye contact with the returning prince. You both paused for a split second before you flashed him a heartfelt smile; a gentle warmth kissed the surface of your cheeks and you averted your eyes back to your studies.

A resounding snap reverberated throughout the quiet classroom.

“Dimitri?”

“Y-Yes, Professor?”

“See me after class.”

“Yes, Professor...”

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While the rest of the class huddled outside the door and watched their house leader write “I will not break another quill” line after line on the blackboard, Sylvain looped an arm around your waist and winked.

“Hey, (F/N). Mind if I steal you for a bit?”

“Um... Sure.” Wary of his skirt-chasing tendencies, you were reluctantly led away from your classmates and into a more secluded part of the monastery.

“This better not be one of your tricks again, Sylvain... I already told you, I don’t like you in that way.”

“Ouch. That hurt.” Sylvain’s lips formed into an exaggerated pout and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Nah, this ain’t about me for once. It’s about a certain... someone.” He continued rather vaguely.

“A certain someone? Sylvain, are you sure this isn’t about you?”

“It’s really not, I swear.” He put his hands up in surrender and seeing him genuine for once, you decided to believe him.

“Well, before I continue, I just wanna know if you... y’know.” Sylvain’s eyebrows wriggled very suggestively and a teasing smirk splayed his features. Your heart thundered in your ear, already knowing where this was going.

“If I...?” You whispered, taut fingers knotting the fabric of your uniform.

“Like, like-like anyone?”

Sylvain wished with all his heart that he had some way to capture the look and flood of colors that quickly took hold of your face. He watched in silent amazement as your face shifted from a barely-there pink to strawberry red in a matter of seconds. Gotcha.

“W-Well, I mean--” You took a shaky step backwards and your jaw clenched so tightly you were certain you were gonna chip a tooth. “There is this guy... Wait, why am I telling you this?! It’s none of your business!”

You rammed past the tall male with enough force to almost knock him over as you promptly made your way back to where the rest of your classmates were.

Satisfied with the laughable drop in quality in Dimitri’s penmanship, Byleth finally let the poor male join his classmates outside. His fingers twitched in an unsightly fashion and his wrist throbbed and cricked with every motion he made. He let out a guttural groan, making small, crackling adjustments to his neck and shoulder. The only thing he had left to do today was train, but he’d probably just go ahead and retire to his bed, at least for a little while...

Past the sea of heads crowding around him, he saw a flash of (H/C) streak across his vision, followed shortly afterwards by a head of shaggy red. (F/N)...? What were you doing with Sylvain?

Crippling exhaustion transfigured into searing jealousy and his eyes narrowed at his childhood friend with cold suspicion. Sylvain could easily feel the scorned prince’s hard stare like a knife in the back.

Was he at all fazed? Not in the slightest.

In fact, thought Sylvain as he sidled right up next to you, he wanted to toy with Dimitri’s heart just a little bit more...  

“Excuse me everyone, but I must speak to Sylvain immediately.” He emphasized the last word sharply, gently pushing his way through the crowd. While he brushed shoulders with Ashe and waltzed around Ingrid, he spun around and ended up face-to-face with... Oh Goddess, his legs were turning into jelly.

“Dimitri...? Is something wrong?” You breathed, fumbling with your clammy digits.

“O-Oh!” Said male rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “Nothing, Belov-- (F/N). Please excuse me, but it is imperative that I have a little... talk, with Sylvain.”

He left you no room for response as he quickly latched onto the toothy-grinned noble and practically dragged him away on his heels.

“What seems to be the problem, Your Highness?”

“Let us discuss the issue in my quarters.”

“Your quarters? Oh ho ho.~”

“Stop it, Sylvain. ... We’re here now.”

Dimitri watched Sylvain plop on the edge of his bed, his lips upturned in a carefree fashion. Dimitri lowered himself on his uncomfortable desk chair, his hands anxiously squeezing his kneecaps.

“So what would you like to talk about, Your Highness?”

“It’s about (F/N).” Dimitri spoke resolutely. “Sylvain... I know this will sound nothing short of mad, but--”

“Let me guess. You like (F/N).”

Dimitri’s bodily organs ceased to function; every ounce of blood in his body mutated into sharp, prickling icicles that seized his heart in a snare of terror and dread.

“I-- Wait, how--?”

“Your Highness. No offense, but pretty much everyone knows how you feel about her. You’re not exactly... subtle.”

Dimitri? Not subtle? Even after the extraordinary lengths he went through to make sure you remained ignorant of his true feelings for you? His brain filed through each and every interaction he’s had with you, combing through each word and shaky glance and awkward blush exchanged between either of you. Well, sure, he’s no master of disguise, but he wasn’t that bad... right?

While Dimitri’s thoughts remained in utter chaos, Sylvain coolly continued.

“Hey, about that lil’ act earlier... I was just messin’ with you, Your Highness. (F/N)’s a serious cutie, but I’m really not after her. I swear.” Sylvain winked. “Plus, she doesn’t even like me. She actually told me she likes--”

“WHO?!” Before Sylvain even had time to process-- well, anything-- Dimitri was on his feet rattling the poor noble to and fro, completely forgetting the crippling strength his Crest bestowed him.

“Gah! Stop it! That hurts!” Sylvain cried, trying with all his might to pry Dimitri’s iron grip from his shoulders.

Coherency finally returning, Dimitri immediately unclasped his digits from Sylvain. An expression of apologetic horror shot through his eyes as he stumbled back, back, back against his desk. The chest of both men heaved violently; raspy and hasty apologies slipped out of Dimitri’s lips while pain-stricken groans and a few obscenities raced out of Sylvain’s.  

“I’m so-... I’m so sorry, Sylvain, I-- I’m so, so sorry--”

“Augh, Goddess... You’ve got quite a grip there, Your Highness...” Sylvain chuckled weakly, feeling his skin swell and bruise.

“Allow me to fetch a healer for you!”

“N-No worries... Ugh... Just, I need to talk to you.”

“Sylvain--”

“Please. Seeing you skirt about this issue is far more painful than any bruise you could give me... But I’m not gonna lie, this one comes pretty close.”

Dimitri drew in a deep breath and settled in his desk chair, its wooden legs creaking slightly from his weight. He planted his elbows firmly by his kneecaps and rested his chin on folded hands.

“Lemme ask you a question, Your Highness. Do you truly love (F/N)?”

“Yes.” Dimitri answered unfazed, but suddenly realized the gravity of his response and drooped his eyes towards the floor.

“Then tell her!”

“I... I can’t. I’m afraid I lack the confidence to waltz up to a girl and profess my feelings to her. Especially with what happened to...” Dimitri shivered at the awkwardly painful memory and continued. “Sylvain, what if she doesn’t like me in that way? Then I’d have made a fool of myself in front of everybody. But most importantly, her...”

“Well, since she didn’t tell me exactly who she liked, there’s no surefire way to know...” Sylvain acquiesced. “But I’ve got a real good feeling about this. Trust me! If there’s one thing in the world that I can help you with, it would be something like this.”

“Well, I suppose you’re right...” Dimitri pondered, sighing in defeat. “But regardless of whether she likes me or not, I am unable to simply walk up to her and tell her my feelings. That’s...”

Dimitri trailed off, dejection glossing his pastel blues.

“I don’t deserve someone like her.” He breathed out just above a whisper. Poignancy took hold of Sylvain’s heart after hearing the sincerity in Dimitri’s voice. One look at the despondent royal was enough to tell him how much he believed those words-- how much Dimitri believed that he, a beast stained by blood and vengeance, could never have a beauty as tender and loving as you.

“Hey, come on Your Highness... It’s not fair on your part to be giving yourself so little credit.”

“Sylvain, look at me.” Dimitri cupped his throbbing head in his hands and he growled. “I am a monster. I can not drag someone as pure, lovely, and beautiful as (F/N) into...”

He paused, choosing his next words carefully.

“She deserves someone else-- someone who can bring her true happiness. Someone who’s... not me.”

Sylvain gritted his teeth from the dark and pulverizing atmosphere. Dimitri was spiraling. Further, faster into the void.

“Cheer up, Your Highness!” Sylvain bubbled half-heartedly, desperately trying to reel his friend from the abyss. “You’re a great guy! Hey. Remember when we went out to cull some bandits outta that one village? And some bad guy almost got (F/N)? You managed to swoop in just before that happened! You saved her, Deems. The look of pure adoration and gratitude in her eyes after the battle... It felt good, right?”

“I... suppose.”

“Oh! And remember when (F/N) was having a hard time grasping the concept of that battle formation the other day? Who came in, and spent the rest of their afternoon tutoring her until she could explain why you needed to send the flyers in first?”

“... I did.”

“Yup! And who’s the chivalrous, hard-working leader of the Blue Lions that everyone looks up to?”

“I am.”

“Atta boy, Your Highness! See? You’re a great guy! And the fact that you’re a prince doesn’t hurt your chances either.” Sylvain’s eyebrows danced smugly.

Dimitri’s chest rose and fell in laughter; Sylvain’s eyes lit up like a star. He managed to save him-- at least for now.

“Thank you, Sylvain. I really needed that encouragement. I... I apologize for--”

“No worries, Your Highness. ... I’m just glad I was able to help.” Sylvain clasped a hand on his friend’s shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

“Um, Sylvain...”

“Hm?”

“How do I confess to her? Properly?”

Sylvain clapped his hands together and rubbed them gleefully.

“Don’t worry, Your Highness. I’ve got a plan.”

[kitten-mafiagang]

Pretty Blue Flowers [Akaashi x Reader] Hanahaki AU!!

(Reader's pov)

Hi im (y/n) (l/n) from photography club and im not like the other girls in our class.Well many people doest really see me like im a ghost because im always the 2nd person on the background of the scene i guess..but i never knew someday ill be the main character...with a sad ending.

(At school)

I was running late to the photography club because m teacher just let me to some of the paperworks she suppose to do.

I opened the door panting.

"*pants* s-sorry im late Mitsuba..." i greeted my only friend mitsuba she is also at the photography club.

"(N/n)-chan!! we need to take some pics to every sports club today!! im assigned to the basketball club and you were assigned to the volleyball club!!" she cheered at me.

"Boys girls..?" i asked.

"boys" she replied.

"augh..this will be weird" i complained.

"Oh got to go now (n/n)-chan!! bye bye~" she left the club room.

'lets see whats interesting today...' i thought

(At the Gym)

Before i even opened the door i heard screams and noises.

"AKAAASHIIIIII" i opened the door and saw the boys in circle.

"Bokuto-sa-" the white haired ones cut him off.

"AKAASHI DONT TOSS TO ME AGAIN!!" he screamed.

I stood there and watched the small scene infront of me.The Black haired ones looked at me until.

"Look bokuto-san she got a camera i think shes from the photography club maybe shes here to take pictures of you as our ace.." the black haired ones pointed at me.

"e-eh?" i was confuse and all.

"R-REALLY?!" the white haired ones stood infront of me with a wide grin.The black haired ones looked at me and gives me the 'play along' looks.

"Y-YEAH!! Im here to takes pictures of the volleyball team most impoertantly the ace!" i smiled at him playing along.

(Timeskip after the picture taking)

After i took the pictures of the team,eh..mostly bokuto-senpai i hurried my way out silently not to attract attention.

"(l/n)-san.." akaashi-senpai called.

"a-akaashi-senpai what is it..?" i asked.

"You forgot this.." he handed me the camera.

"t-thanks akaashi-senpa-" he cut me off.

"Akaashi....call me akaashi" he said.

"o-oh ok then akaashi..."

Since that day i admired akaashi...ok not just admire i came up to love him.Its been days no weeks turn to months hanging out with bokuto and akaashi.

Until one day...

"(y/n)-chan!! Im right, right??!" bokuto screamed.

"Well yeah but arent great horned owls are indanger-" bokuto cut me off.

"AKAAASHIIII!!" bokuto called akaashi.

"Hey isnt that Miko-chan and akaashi-san...?" a student muttered.

"OH my god!! the two school prefect couples-" another one muttered.

Looking at the two i was suprised,akaashi has a girlfriend? are they really dating...? or its just mistunderstanding...

While i was in my deep thought i started to feel weird and itchy from my throat and i ran out of the scene and rushed to the bathroom.

"E-eh?! (y/n)-chan!!" bokuto-senpai called.

I ran out and rushed inside the bathroom and locked myself to a cubicle.I started to cough blood at the toilet bowl with few Pretty blue petals.

"F-flower...?" i was confuse and remembered what the two girls were talking about and i coughed more.

Its been a week since i was like this i also spit a whole flower which made me scared.

I searched up about this kind of symptoms,And i was suprise what pop out first 'Hanahaki disease' a disease for one sided love and also can cause death.

The whole night i was browsing how to remove this disease before it could kill me.There was two ways if i should take a operation or if the person i loved loves me back.

Well i dint tell my parents since they work in a different country...yeah i live alone.

(Timeskip at school)

(Akaashi's pov)

Its been a week since (y/n) was acting weird and it worries me and bokuto.She would always excuse herself whenever she sees me..is she avoiding me..?

did i do something...?

"Googmorning Miko-chan" I greeted Miko when i saw her at the hallways.

"Goodmorning too keiji-kun!!" she would call me by my first name always and it bothers me sometimes since people mistaken us couple.

I was about to walk forward when i saw (y/n) standing behind Miko.

"Keiji-kun what's wrong..?" Miko asked.

(Reader's pov)

They are couple!! First name basis...

It kinda saddens me so i decided to ran away from akaashi and Miko.I rushed at the bathroom and locked myself in a cubicle and starts vomiting and couching violently.

"T-thorns..?!" i was suprise this time i spit out a whole flower with thorns.

The whole day was very tiring so i decided not to go home yet since i could feel this is it.I went to the gym with my camera at my hands and i saw akaashi and bokuto practicing some cross shots and line shots.

When i was about to greet akaashi,Someone at my back shouted and ran inside.

"Keiji-kun!!" It was Miko she ran inside and greeted the two boys.

It pains me i could see his smile lingers from his face while talking to the cheerful Miko.Maybe i was the wrong thats right..Im just a background...a second person in the backline,I pulled my camera to take a picture of akaashi smiling.

Its a pretty smile...

As soon as Akaashi's pretty eyes glanced at mines i started to tear up and ran away.

I was at the school garden and saw the only blue flower at the flower pots.

I pulled my camera and take a shot of it..It was the same flower i always spit out its very pretty...like his eyes.

I went home and printed the picture out and started at it.

I wrote few words at the photo and went to bed.

"So this is how i end huh..."

"Well im glad i met you...Akaashi.." Everything turn black.

(At school)

(Akaashi's pov)

Its been two weeks since (y/n) dint go to school.I was heading to my classroom and saw few students holding few Blue flowers some of them have bouquet of white and blue roses.

I was confuse what happened? is there a event that i dint know?

I went to a classroom where few students where staring a table with many blue flowers and a pink haired female sobbing deeply.

"(N/N)-CHAAAAAAN~!!!" she sobbed more.Wait did she meant (n/n)..? as in (y/n)? i went closer to the table and putted my hands on her shoulder.

"What happened to (y/n)...?" i asked the pink haired female.

"A-akaashi-san?!" she was suprised.

"c-come ill explain!" she wiped her tears using her sweaters sleeves and dragged me out into the school garden.

"S-she...she has hanahaki.." she said blankly.

I knew the disease i heard about that before since some news channel shows victims of it.

"Who?" i asked her.

"what do you mean...?" she asked.

"who did she fell for...?" i asked.

"I dont know!! she only left one thing before she passed..." she pulled a photo and (y/n)'s camera.

"(n/n) would always take pictures of the most important things to her i dint get to see whats inside the camera but you could find it out yourself.." she said and ranned away maybe to her desk again.

I checked the photo of a Blue flower and something is written from the back of the picture.

'Pretty Blue Flowers' written behind it.

I soon checked her camera next and the first thing got my attention.

It was a picture of me tossing a ball and i checked more and there was me smiling when i was talking to Miko yesterday.

Did she like me....

I checked more things from the camera but theres nothing else important.

The only answer i got is

Pretty Blue Flowers....

[deltas-writing-corner]

Warmth: Act 1 - 13

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Disclaimer: This is only the first 1000 words of the chapter. If you would like to read the rest, click here!

Warnings: none

Masterlist: (coming soon)

You stayed in bed the rest of the day. Mai and a few of the maids came in to check on you and express their joy at your awakening, but you couldn't reciprocate their sentiments as well as you would have liked to. Just as you start to think of a way to repay the girls for helping you out earlier, a muffled thud makes you spring out from underneath your covers to see what it was. It was only Ranmaru, who was kneeling down by your bed.

"Did I wake you?" he whispers.

"No," you answer, sitting yourself up and stretching out your stiff body real quick. "Don't keep me in suspense. Has he made up his mind?"

"He asked me to escort you to his quarters. I made sure to check the area for anything that would indicate a trap being set, but the place is clean. It seems he's willing to just talk with you."

“Good,” you sigh. That’s one matter less to worry over. “Thank you for double checking everything for me.”

He shakes his head and looks up at you with a soft smile. "It's no problem, my lady. This is the least I can do for you."

He helps you onto your feet and begins leading you by the hand. You make sure to keep your grip tight and follow his lead with precision. The last thing you want is to not only get caught out of your room, wide awake, but for him to get into trouble for helping you out. Thankfully, the two of you find yourself at the familiar manor in no time. He leads you to the back, where Mitsuhide's room is presumably at.

“He’s in there.” Ranmaru points towards a pair of doors. A flickering yellow hue finds its way through the miniscule crevices of the sliding doors, indicating that someone is present in the room. “Are you alright?” he suddenly asks you.

You hadn’t realized that your body began shaking, nor of the fact that your breathing has stopped entirely. You can feel each beat of your heart within the front of your head, down to the tips of your fingers and bare feet. Strangely enough, this midnight meeting is even more panic inducing than the skirmish you were brought out to. You had nothing to lose then, being immortal an all, unlike now.

Your very survival is on the line here. Kuro, your most trusted ally and brother, is gone. He isn’t here to squeeze your neck and reassure you in his typical blunt manner. He isn’t here to sink his teeth into the back of your hand and tell you to shut up and stop overthinking. At least back then, when the two of you were enemies, his lingering presence always reminded you that you were never alone. Even with Ranmaru standing right next to you, firmly holding and stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, you can’t help but feel so cold.

For the first time in 300 years, you feel so alone.

However, you are alone for a reason. Mitsuhide is alive for a reason. Kuro would have injected every ounce of his venom in him if he didn’t have faith in you. He sacrificed his body and held back because he believes you are capable of taking charge of the situation and turning it towards your advantage like you did many times before, in this life and the last.

He believes in you now, just as he did back then.

Your hand shoots up towards your face and you bite down on the back of your hand hard enough to draw a bit of blood. Ranmaru flinches at the sudden action, but he’s shocked completely still at the crazed, determined look in your eyes even within the blanket of darkness. A trail of saliva and blood stays connected to your lips when you pull back until you wipe it away with your sleeve. You take a breath in, hold it for a few seconds, and then release it out.

“Ranmaru,” your voice suddenly takes on a commanding tone despite it being hushed. “I need one more favor from you.”

He can see that you’re still scared shitless, but ready to face whatever it is that lies ahead of you once you open those doors. You have earned his respect and gratitude too many times to count. Somehow, you’ve earned it again despite having never lost it before.

He lets go of your hand and takes a full step back before lowering himself onto one knee and bowing his head to you. A symbol of his respect for you. “What do you need from me?”

“Go away.”

Your command, although simple, completely throws him off. Before he can question you or ask for further clarification, your hand finds its way under his chin and lifts his head up to look at you. You're looking at him as if nothing was ever wrong, like you weren’t freaking out just moments ago. His tongue swells up with uneasiness when you begin to pat and brush the top of his head like one would an innocent child.

“While I have every intention of making that white-haired rat kiss the very ground I step upon by the time the sun rises, I can’t take any more risks from here on out. In case things don’t go as planned, I need you as far away from here as possible.”

“I-It’s alright!” he frantically brushes off your concern. “No matter what happens tonight, I’ll stick by your side-”

“No,” you sternly cut him off. “I don’t want you anywhere near here, and that’s final.”

“But-”

Your hand returns to your side as you lower yourself down on your knees, down to his same level. Whatever argument he had left is silenced by your final plea. “Please, just go.” You pathetically say. “I can’t lose anyone else today.”

Your hands return to him again, this time running against the few bruises and scratches that litter neck from restraining Mitsuhide earlier. Ranmaru received these wounds whilst you were in limbo within your head. Mai and the other attendants came to your side and offered their help without hesitation despite having little to no combat training. The people around you have gone to such lengths for your sake. Such influence over them amazes you as much as it saddens you.

You will make good on the efforts everyone has given for you. But should you fail, the least you could do is ensure that no one else falls with you.

After a moment of silence, Ranmaru thankfully nods his head in understanding. You usher him away before standing up and facing the towering doors once again. It isn’t until you can no longer hear his silent footsteps that walk forward, grab onto the round handles, and pull the doors open. You’re immediately hit with warm air, a stark contrast from the chilly air from outside. Inside awaits the person you both despise and fear the most in this world, Mitsuhide Akechi.

He’s seated down by a low desk, nestled comfortably to the left side of the room. In his hands are a couple of papers that his eyes skim over, slowing down only when he happens upon something worth his full attention. When you step in and close the doors behind you, he pulls his amber irises away from his work to quickly acknowledge your arrival.

“Come in and make yourself comfortable,” he gestures towards the cushion positioned in front of his desk. “I won’t be long.”

You slowly make your way into the room. Ranmaru reassured you that their isn’t any traps or tricks set up for you, but you’d rather be safe than sorry. You lower yourself onto your offered seat and observe his room in the meantime. The first thing that catches your eyes is the small flintlock pistol almost conveniently on full display within the recessed wall. A delicate vase with a single stem of white flowers is set right next to it. Whether he meant to set it up in such a manner, you can't help but feel like you're being mocked by the weapon being so shamelessly displayed next to delicate and pure flowers.

You mentally slap yourself, or rather, you envision Kuro slapping you on the back of your head with his tail for letting yourself get worked up over essentially nothing. You move your vision away to the other side of the display; a hanging scroll and a piece of round ceramic or porcelain held up by a wooden stand. The scroll is of a painting of the moon, illuminating the same type of white, bell-like flowers as the ones in the vase. You look down to inspect the details of the fine china, but something suddenly tugs on your sleeve.

It's a fox. Its fluffy fur, as pure a white as a fresh blanket of snow. Its slanted eyes press together in satisfaction as it gnaws on your sleeve. You try to pull the damp fabric out from its mouth, but it growls and bites down into it like a vice.

"Hey now," you light-heartedly scold it. "This is mine."

It rapidly trashes its head side to side, silently telling you that no, your sleeve belongs to them now. You let your arm go limp to fake giving up to its advances, pleasing it greatly and causing its tail to rapidly sway back and forth. As soon as it lays down and relaxes, you swipe the fabric away and securely tuck it out of sight before it could bite on it again.

Mitsuhide gives a quick glance up to check out the commotion. Chimaki is snapping her jaw and burrowing her nose into your side. She's determined to get back whatever it is that you took from her that was likely never hers in the beginning. You aren't bothered by her persistence, much to his relief. The inhuman strength and soul quaking hisses of your companion before he beheaded him and the brief flash of serpent eyes from you. It was all still so fresh to his head, yet he's somehow managed to keep himself as calm as can be and called you to his room instead of outing you the moment he way away from you.

He thinks back to his conversation with Hideyoshi earlier in the day, the documents in his hands nearly rip as his grip suddenly tightens.

"It's been a week and she still hasn’t woken up! There’s no signs of improvement, but no worsening symptoms either. Even the other physicians can do nothing but check her pulse and breathing regularly. Yet even then, all of them note of a few moments where she stops breathing, but her heart keeps beating. Augh, this is so frustrating!”

With how concerned he looked and sounded, one would think it was Nobunaga that was injured and not the chatelaine. You are highly looked upon by Nobunaga, if the reports of his hellish attitude and looming presence during the duration of your initial treatment is to be believed. Surely, you are not held in the same regard as their shared lord. But in the eyes of Hideyoshi, your favoritism from the one he is most painstakingly loyal to places you on a pedestal just as high as the Devil King himself.

That was a major issue for Mitsuhide. He needed to kick that pedestal from right under your feet before you can even think about claiming the one slightly higher than your own. Normally, he would work within the shadows and resort to his usual dirty tactics. For you, someone clearly not human, and for the good of the people of Azuchi, he was willing to step into the light and ask for some assistance.

But before he can even dip his toe into the otherside, Hideyoshi says something that unknowingly halted him and forced him back into his dark corner.

"She better wake up soon. If not for Nobunaga-sama or Hisa-Obaasan's sake, then for Hayai's."

Hayai. How could Mitsuhide forget him? One day, you came running to Hideyoshi, holding what you believed to be an interesting looking rock. It was not a rock but instead a turtle shell, with said animal still inside and a bit frightened. It was one of many reasons (although silly) that pushed him to carry out his unauthorized excursion to Ise. How can anyone who is human not know what a turtle is?! How can any human not think it odd that someone doesn't know what a turtle is?!

It's because he trusts you. Hideyoshi trusts you enough to not question what is reasonably questionable and suspicious. He is not the only one who's heart you've coiled around. Nobunaga is so charmed with you that he would raise hell over your well-being in his own home and demand Ieyasu to return immediately, despite being out on an assignment by his own orders. Ranmaru and possibly every single female attendant in Azuchi not only trusts you and considers you like a sister, but they're fully aware of your secret and have no intention to sell you out.

It is because so many people support you that he felt necessary to swallow his now fixed tongue.

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[fleetingfigures]

Superhero/villain :3

(This is mostly a spin off of a near future Yakuza AU I was imagining with a few friends, and as such I’ll use the picrew I used for that for this as well!)

“PENTAKILL!” 

“Ace!”

The incessant sound of a mechanical keyboard fills the small studio apartment, as the flashing displays from a multi-monitor setup illuminate a singular hunched figure in front of it all. A Miqo’te, no older than his mid twenties sits, or rather perches upon an elaborate office chair, typing away at inhuman speeds as his eyes dart to and fro, focused on the game at hand. He reaches over, grabbing hold of a now room temperature crêpe and takes furtive bite out of it, his eyes still glued on the monitors before him. And this is how most nights proceeded for this Miqo’te -  wherein he sits for hours, stuffing his face with all manner of snacks, plays a few games, then heads to bed. Though, tonight is not his usual night as, before the match he’s in can reach its natural end, his whole desk vibrates as his phone lights up. The man is tempted to just shut off the phone, and go back to his game, but, seeing the caller ID, he supposes he has to pick up. Typing a “brb” in chat, the Miqo’te grabs the phone, and flips it around in his hand before pressing the accept call button. 

“Yello?” The Miqo’te answers lazily, going to wedge the phone between his shoulder and ear to free up his hands. 

Loud breathing is the only thing that greets his question, accompanied soon after by the keen sound of gunshots and the dull thud of distant, yet hurried footsteps. Things seem to die down for just a bit as a gruff voice breaks the silence. “Sae. You have some Fucking explaining to do. You told me no one was going to be at the Garlean Warehouse by Pier 5, and yet what do I found except an armed squadron of their best guards!”

The Keeper rolls his eyes, moving the phone away from his mouth as he abandons his game mid-match. After closing its tab, he pulls up a non-descript program, displaying its two main windows upon the monitors before him. There he can see the man on call with him currently, a Midlander who, besides the wild mop of hair upon his head, which is probably due to the mad sprint he had to perform to not get shot, seems rather pedestrian. On the other window, he can spy the Garlean guards he had mentioned, armed to the teeth in their finest magitek assault rifles as they fanned out to scan the area. He takes another bite of his crêpe before he finally addresses his caller. “Well, seems someone didn’t ask for enough details.”

“Gods… Is now really the time to reprimand me on such a thing, Sae?!”

“Well, yes, considering we’re only bound by the cash you paid me, and the limited info I gave you was well worth the pitiful sum you provided.”

“Just, ok look… I’ll double your payment, alright? Just divert their attention somehow, you’re the fanciful hacker here.”

“Finneeeee, just give me a minute, alright? I’ve gotta get around a few of their security systems, kay?” 

“Make it quick.”

Sae begins to type quickly again, as he pulls up a third tab, and types into the minimalist chat box that greets him. 

Sae: “> Hey, saw a strange thing on watch. Seems someone’s lurking around your warehouse. Told ya that hiring a squad tonight was gonna be a good idea.”

Soon after hitting send, the Miqo’te gets a response back.

R.V.H “> Seems you aren’t insane after all, Sae. I assume the squad is handling the intruder as we speak, yes?”

Sae: “> Not quite. Seems the dude’s pretty good at evading them, and he’s got your canister in his hands. I could try my hand at stopping him directly, but that’d require me to gain full access into your systems, and maybe a little extra cash too.”

R.V.H “> Damnit. Are you sure they can’t restrain him without your aid?”

Sae: “> Yup. Pretty certain. The dude’s holed up in a room and is gonna slink away into the night if I don’t lock that grate above his head.”

R.V.H: “Fine. I’ll send the system’s master code, as well as an extra sum of cash.”

Sae: “> Thnx. And how much is that extra sum?”

R.V.H “500k gil, in addition to the 2 mil I’ve already given to you.”

Saerno begins to type even faster as he brings the phone back to his ear. 

“Hey bud, still there? You didn’t get shot yet, right? I’ve just gotten through the secruity’s, well, security. Seems you’re at a dead end, but that grate right above you might prove useful.”

The Hyur on the other end breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh thank fuck. Seems you’re not as useless as I thought you were, Sae.”

“Hey, I’m the reason why you even knew about this whole place anyways. No need to be so aggro, jeez…”

The Keeper reclines back in his chair, placing his phone down upon his desk as he finishes the last of his crêpe. Of course tonight of all night’s he had to deal with the stuff he’s been preparing for weeks. Couldn’t they have at least waited till after his match was done? God... He’s gonna have to grind again to get back into his ranked promos. But, he supposes, in some way, that this is a tad better than that cesspool of a ‘fun time’. It’s always so fun setting up two sides and letting things pan out from there; that is, of course, with a little of his tinkering sprinkled here and there. It’s one of the last things that brings him true enjoyment in this shitshow of a world anyways. With everything so orderly under the thumb of Garlean reign, and the Resistance trying to swoop in like knights in shining armor, it’s as if Saerno’s living in one of those stupid fantasy novels he used to like as a kid. It’s all so trite, so predictable, and he’s not going to let the world continue to lose what little flavor it has left. However, Saerno is soon broken out of his reverie as two notifications ping to life upon his phone, both banners indicating payments he’s just received. Smiling to himself, he stretches, and reaches for his phone once again and begins to lazily imitate static noises. 

“Hey -kshh- I think I’m -stssss- Breaking up on you.”

“W-wait what?! What do you mean, Augh goddamnit, it must be th-”

“Call Ended.”

With that, Sae tosses his phone on his bed, and leans forward to inspect his screens once again. Inputting the master code he had just received, the Keeper begins to toy with whatever catches his fancy at the moment. 

“Hmmm, Water boiler? Why not? Gas pipes? Let’s loosen em’ up just a tad, and- Oh! There it is, the canister’s main control panel. How about we just disable all safety protocols and…”

Saerno stands up for a brief moment, wheeling his chair over to the large window of his apartment and sits squarely on it. Reaching downwards, he grabs a bag of chips, honey barbecue of course, and begins to slightly part the curtains. Just then, a brilliant cerulean flame erupts on the horizon, as the shockwave produced by it shakes the very foundation of Saerno’s building. In the darkness of his abode, Saerno claps silently to himself, stopping to much on a few chips every once in awhile.

In this world, there’ll be heroes in capes, and villains in suits, but none of that really strikes too well, you feel? No matter what side they’re on, the life these super-whatevers lead is oh so boring and drab. And that’s why I’m here, to spread a little chaos, and to remind everyone that life isn’t like a picture book, or some trashy romance novel. This life we lead is called reality because it can never be predicted, never be truly under control. Though, I guess you could say that these words I’m spouting are absolute horseshit and I just want to see the world bounce between extremes for my own sick pleasure which, well, isn’t wrong, but can’t a guy enjoy some of the finer things in life? After all, sitting here and eating these chips would be way less interesting if there wasn’t a fireworks display going on in the background.

[meowloudly15]

Stranded: Day 6 - SIDE CAR

Hello, I would like to apologise profusely for not having updated this story in three weeks. I'm still alive, so fear not! And be on the lookout for other new stories from me in the near future! But anyway, if you've been patiently awaiting an update, I'm sorry to have left you hanging, and I hope this new chapter is worth it! For all of you, thanks for checking out Stranded, I hope you enjoy it, and I promise to try and do better with updates in the future.

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The school day had finally ended. The weekend had arrived, free for Gwen to exploit to the best of her ability.

She wanted nothing more than to sleep for as long as she could. At the same time, she wanted to relax and swing around the city for a while.

Anyway, there were things that she wanted to check out. Namely, she had a spider-person or two to locate.

Gwen found web-swinging oddly relaxing. There was a rhythm to her motions, although she did love to mix things up. Rhythms, like drumming on her desk or tapping her foot or listening to music, relaxed her. It only made sense that she would feel that way about web-swinging as well.

She watched the city run its course as she passed overhead. Two men got into an argument over a scraped bumper. A woman watered her window box. A group of teens played pick-up basketball around a makeshift hoop ziptied to a lamppost. Sirens blared somewhere far off in the distance. A dog barked. A car alarm went off.

It was a chaotic form of order. There was an odd sort of underlying rhythm. Brooklyn had a heartbeat. The city had a drummer trapped beneath its streets, pounding out a pattern.

None of the activity affected Gwen in any way; it seemed to pass right through her, like the prison door during her atomic disjunction. She wondered if this was how it felt to be a ghost, detached but still present, unnoticed but noticing, trapped behind a cosmic one-way mirror.

DRONING DRONE

Except that she wasn't really detached.

Gwen felt a drone smack into the small of her back. It threw her body and mind out of her rhythm. After catching herself, she alighted onto a water tower and sat down, watching the purple-tinted clouds sail overhead.

It was peaceful outside. It always was, despite the hustle and bustle below. She seemed to rise above it all, leaving humanity and her fears and woes behind and simply being present.

Gwen wondered why she felt so philosophical all of a sudden.

It was time to get back to business. After all, she was going to die soon. She didn't have time for fooling around.

Would she be missed? It wasn't like she had anyone particularly close to her. Besides her family, the only person she could think of who would fit the criterion was Peter. They'd been best friends, had had so much fun together. The insult competitions, the riddle games at which she sucked but he did fairly well, chatting and bothering each other on the bus ride home, visiting each other's houses and meeting his aunt and uncle, sneaking out to the gas station late at night to buy little packs of powdered donuts, trying to figure out how her superpowers worked…

Then he'd died.

Gwen shook her head, as if she could send the thoughts tumbling out of her mind. Death made her morbidly contemplative, and such thoughts only weighed her down. They only held her back. They didn't matter. She needed to bottle up her emotions.

But for some strange reason, Gwen couldn't get herself to completely stop caring.

Was that a bad thing?

Ignoring her conscience, she shielded her eyes and scanned her surroundings. A figure leaped across the skyline. It wasn't so much a splash of colour as it was an absence of one.

Perhaps it was the other spider-person that L- that Dr. Octavius had mentioned?

She leaped off of the water tower and headed towards the figure, well aware that she might be approaching a trap.

Upon reaching the point where she had last spotted the person, Gwen scanned the area and found a strand of webbing. She lifted it and rolled it between her fingers. It felt odd, more like actual spider-silk than the synthetic product that she used. Another visual search yielded no signs of life other than a stray cat padding down a narrow alleyway.

She had lost her mark. She might as well head to Alchemax now and see what she could find.

SIDE CAR

Gwen took off again, heading to one landmark among many. Around her, the streetlights flickered on, casting a yellowish glare over everything and everyone, including the still-smoking car wreck just to the side of the nearby exit ramp.

Wait a second. Smoke? That was not a good sign. She changed her bearing and headed over to it.

Gwen landed on the pavement not far from the car. Muffled whimpering emanated from inside. She ran over to the wreck and peered through the broken dashboard. Trapped inside the car was a young man with shattered glasses, tangled in his seat belt and bleeding profusely from the forehead.

Gwen flipped the car right-side up and tore off the smashed-in driver's side door. The man looked up and yelped in surprise. He started to fumble with the seat belt buckle. Gwen tore out the belt from its attachment point and lifted the man out of the wreck.

"Can you walk?"

The man nodded. "Think so. It's just my arms and face that hurt."

Gwen gently set him down. The young man stumbled briefly and put his hand on her shoulder to steady himself, but he remained upright.

"Th-thank you so much!" he started to babble, hugging Gwen and bloodying part of her suit.

"Don't mention it. It's a miracle you weren't hurt worse."

The man's face suddenly fell. "Oh no, I'm gonna be late for my date. Sonuva… and I was gonna propose to her! Augh!"

Gwen nodded and turned away. "Well, I hope your proposal goes well nevertheless. I'm sure she'll be happy to know that you're still alive and in great condition. Give her a call from the hospital. Have a good night."

She took off and swung towards the Alchemax building.

It felt good to be a hero again. It was always nice to get back into the swing of things, no pun intended.

Gwen did know that this New York already had its own spider-themed vigilante, but she figured she would help where she could for the time being. She had her own goals and deadlines, but doing something good was never a bad thing.

ATOMIC DISJUNCTION

Gwen lost her grip on her webline and plummeted towards the ground some thirty yards below. She managed to regain control of her body, but not before smashing into the roof of a parked Tesla, triggering its burglar alarm.

She couldn't tell if her headache was caused by the collision or by the disjunction, but it didn't really matter. Her everything else ached, too.

She couldn't wait to get out of this God-forsaken dimension. That is, if she ever would.

Gwen pulled herself up from the wreckage, dusting fragments of the roof off of herself. The burglar alarm did not help her headache at all.

Today was really not her day, was it.

Gwen managed to muster enough force of will to stand up and fire a webline at an overhanging street sign. It was funny the way that irony worked. She had just saved a man from a rollover accident, and now she had severely damaged somebody else's car. Maybe she should give up her driver's license so that she wouldn't wreck any more automobiles.

She chuckled at her own sarcastic comment. Her license had taken her too long to get to be given away so wantonly.

Gwen reached Alchemax as the sun dipped below the horizon. She clung to the face of the building and gazed around, trying to locate an entry point.

Something seemed off. Gwen stayed very still and tried to determine what it was. Her spider-sense remained silent, so she assumed her suspicions were either incorrect or not immediately life-threatening.

The skyscraper was vibrating.

She wondered if it was a side-effect of some of the odd technologies that were housed…

Wait, was the dimensional transporter thingamajig causing the vibrations?

She had to get inside.

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Monsters Fate (full story)

“Zane!”

I shouted towards the  red-head as I  jogged over to his spot. He was listening to something, probably fall out boys, and had just slipped on his hood as I came up so he didnt notice me at first. I tapped him on the head to get his attention and he jumped a little.

“Wha?!-oh hey DF! Didn't notice you there! How are you doing?”

I smiled at Zane. Zane usually has his head in the clouds and tends to not pay attention to his surroundings. Sometimes it worries me since he's had a bad history with daydreaming. Back before he became my roommate he had been living with his abusive mother and had been punished for it. When he was old enough to move out he asked me if he could become my roommate. Since we had been friends since he was 5, and I knew about his mother, I didn't refuse.  And I must admit though, ever since he's moved in I have tended to be a bit protective over him.

“I’m doing good. Are you ready to go home?”

“I have been ready for over an hour you dolt.”

“HEY! Don't call me a dolt you dolt. Plus I couldn't wait to get this,”

I retorted back as I flashed the tattoo that I had gotten.

It was a small tattoo on my shoulder of three wolves. Each were slightly different in shape and size as well as coat texture. One of the wolves was slightly smudged so it seemed more like a shadow or if it was a fake wolf.

He playfully punched my arm as the bus arrived. We rode the bus to our apartment building walked up two flights of stairs and opened the door to our third-floor apartment. I walked down the main hall and headed for my room where I dropped off my bag full of merch and turned back to the door and walked towards the living room. Zane was already perched on the couch scrolling through Netflix trying to find his favorite series, Voltron.

“Still working on that cartoon?” I teased as he gave me a triggered look.

“For your information it's called a animated series, thank you very much.” he huffed as the introduction played.

Deciding that I didn't want to push him any further I plopped down next to him and watched the show.After watching two to three episodes I decided to head off to bed.

****                     

“Man that test was easy!”

I had just finished my driving test and was holding my new licenses.

“You better not lose that, you just got it after all.” Zane teased as I slipped it into my pocket.

“Hey I won't lose it!” I retorted as we walked past a alleyway.

That's when I noticed two guys were towering over a poor kitten kicking it over, and over, and over. The kitten was mewling in pain and I felt a bitter rage come over me.

“Hey! Knuckleheads! Stop hurting an innocent animal!”

The one on the right turned to us with a annoyed expression visible on his dog-like face.

“Why don't you shut your trap , pretend this never happened, and walk away,” he growled as he stomped towards my direction.

He easily towered me by like three feet, But I have dealt with worse knuckleheads than these. In one swift movement I punched him in the jaw and kicked him where it hurts. He groaned in pain while the guy on the left swiftly turned and, in  a blink of an eye, was right next to me. Then there was darkness.

I woke up to find myself in a weird looking warehouse. The glass windows that I could see were tinted to be darker and it smelled mildewy from what I could tell. I tried to move but found that I was being restrained by chains. The bite of metal against my skin helped me wake up more. I struggled against the bonds with all my force. The room echoed with the sound of rattling chains.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” a smooth, yet dark, voice pierced the silence.

That's when a feeble, yet illuminating,  light was turned on to reveal both the guys who kicked the cat with Zane across from us. Zane was slightly paler than usual and the chains bound around him were much tighter. When he looked up he seemed dazed, as if they had drugged him or worse.

“ZANE! Did they hurt you?,”I asked before I directed my gaze to the two men.

“THEY BETTER NOT HAVE! I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DID!” I yelled baring my teeth and struggling on my bonds more.

“Tch-tch-tch, looks like we got a fighter Ross,” The guy on the left smirked as he continued “ Don't worry we haven't hurt your zaney-pie yet but we will if you don't calm down and be a good pet.”

He sauntered up to me and patted my head as I tried, vainly, to snap at his hand.

“Feisty one to, this one is definitely going to make a good pet for you Ross. I’ll take the quiet one.”He then unchained me and forced me into a leash and collar. He then forcefully tugged at the leash, cutting off my air.

“HEY! Were not animals! You can't treat us like this!” I protested as I gasped for breath and rubbed the parts of my neck that were not covered by the collar. he then  attached the same type of collar to Zane.

“We get to treat you however we want.” the other guy-Ross I think, purred?, no growled in pleasure more like, as he yanked me towards him. He was a lot rougher than the first male and by the time I could see again we were somewhere else. He led me down a hall I didn't notice before and pushed me into a room. It was a bedroom of sorts. It had a king sized bed and a desk with a laptop on top of the dusty surface. I noticed that once we entered the room Ross seemed to treat me much nicer than he did when he was with his ‘companion’. His hand loosened on the leash and his feature softened into a more mellow expression.

“You can sit on the bed if you want, pet.” he said as he, himself lowered onto its surface. The bed groaned in protest as he sat down. I was still suspicious of him and he seemed to notice it and scooted himself near the front of the bed as he tugged me towards the other far side. I gingerly sat down and  stared at him for any sign of ill intent but he seemed more kind and not as rough now that there were not any other being except for us.

I decided to get information . “So who’s your “friend”?”

“Oh him, he's not my friend; more like a jailor if you will. He seems to go by the name Geno.”

Ross’s face seemed to cloud over with anger.

“He claims to be a vampire lord and he said he needed a loyal partner. At the time I was an idiot to think that I would be treated fair by a vamp ,since I’m a werewolf, and accepted his offer.”

Were Wolves,Vampires? I gasped in disbelief at his words. How can they be real?

“W-wait they exist!?”

Ross then gave me a look that I couldn't read.

“Of course they do.”

I closed my eyes so I could wrap my head around this. Maybe they were psychopaths? Yeah that's it.But Ross seemed so sure of himself. Maybe he was psychologically tortured or something as a kid and it messed him up.

When I opened my eyes two bright yellow eyes were staring back. I wanted to look away but for some reason they seemed to keep me stuck in place. I was shocked. So supernatural creatures are real. Ok then. Normally I wouldn't quickly grasp an idea, but his eyes looked to real to be contacts.

“Are you scared of me?” Ross asked as he leaned back. His yellow eyes flicked to my own then to the ground as he prepared for my answer.

“No.” He looked up in surprise as I continued. “Let me guess. He wants you to turn me into a werewolf and he will turn Zane into a vampire.”

He looked ashamed, but he didn't deny it.

I was surprised that I guessed correctly, but it was the answer that made the most sense. The way Geno called us pets and how he looked at Zane as if he was his next 5 star meal also helped tipped me off. Ugh this sounds so stereotypical it would be funny if  it wasn't for the fact that this was Zane and I instead of some other people.

“I have already failed two other times; I have to do it or else I die…”

I was shocked. He dies if he doesn't change me?

“Geno is a horrible cruel Vamp who will kill all who become useless to him.”

That statement upset me. A lot. I know it is weird to feel sorry for your captor but ever here of stockholm syndrome?

Im kidding, just kidding! In reality what made it so that I felt sorry for him was the fact he was as much of a victim that I was in that place.

And at that exact moment Geno decided to barge in with a scared, crying, and disbelieving Zane. That shook me out of my thoughts quite quickly, as well as the jerk of the leash.

“Ross! Have you changed him yet?”

“N-no I haven't…”

“Augh you know what. Follow me.”

Geno starting pulling us towards another room. As we were tugged along I asked Zane if he was okay.

“Yeah Im okay. He tried to bite me but I was able to avoid him. He was pissed”

I sighed in pure relief when he said this. Geno then kicked opened the door to a  room and dragged me to the wall and locked my arms in chains. I then heard him do the same to Zane in another room. I also heard Zane and Geno have a scuffle before the clack of metal telling me that Zane was as locked up as I was. I strained as hard as I could against the chains, but they wouldn't budge.

Geno re-entered the room and turned to Ross.

“Are you going to turn him or what?”

“No Geno, Never!”

He sighed,“Since you wont turn your pet by yourself I guess I will have to force you.” and with that sentence Geno sealed my fate. He walked over to Ross and took out a syringe. Ross tried to fight him but Geno grabbed him and had him in a death grip. He stabbed Ross with the syringe and then with a last “See you in your new life.” to me left the room.

At that moment only one thought raced through my head.

“NOOOOOOO,” I screamed.

My head dropped as I looked towards the ground. I could hear his grunts of pain and the ripping of clothes. I tried to prie my chains off me when I heard a growl so animal like it made me freeze. I looked up to find a full grown werewolf staring right back at me.

“R-Ross?...”

He growled and the next thing I know I am out of my chains and Ross is on top of me. He was a monstrous sight. His body as a werewolf was covered in scars and his eyes made him look even more feral. His fur was all sorts of shades of grey.

“Ross! Stop it! It's me!” That seemed to snap him out of it a little bit but not much. He whined as if pleading with me to just accept my fate. At that moment I heard screaming from the other room. It was Zane. I was thrown into a animal like fury struggling to get Ross off me as I shouted threats and cuss words at Geno for hurting Zane. His screams were nerve wracking and I could almost feel the fear that he felt. Then like someone muting a TV everything went silent in the other room. Ross was still growling but had been waiting for me to stop struggling. I sobbed as I weakly struggled. My strength left me with that last struggle and my head flopped on the floor. I was to weak to do anything then swing my head to look up at Ross as he looked down at me in a hungry/sad manner. He lowered his head towards the end of my neck and seemed to sniff it,then he licked the nape of my neck. It tickled slightly. Ross then bit down. As  I felt his teeth tear through my flesh  I screamed in pain.

****

I woke up gasping for breath. where am I?Am I a werewolf now? Is Zane okay? All of these questions raced through my head. The I noticed a alarm clock and when I looked down I realized I was in a bed I recognized. I was back in my apartment and it was 12:00 and we were safe yet again. I felt at my neck to find it wrapped in bandages. I was to weak to get up so I just sat there in numb silence.

I guess I must have fallen asleep because I was back in the warehouse place watching Zane get sucked dry right in front of me as  Geno said ”see you in the next life kids.” I woke up with arms wrapped around me. I tried to get out of the grip thinking it was Geno but then Zane's voice was coming from the person holding me.

“Df, DF, DF its okay its just me.” He said in a soft voice. I stopped struggling and leaned into his embrace.

“I-I-I am so happy to see you.” I said into his stomach as he put my head in his lap.

I cried in Relief for a little as he carded his fingers through the fringe of my hair. It was so good to see him safe and sound. His hands were steady and his presence was a strong way to relieve my stress.

“How long have I been out?” I finally asked sniffling a little.

“Three weeks.”

I couldn't believe I had been out for that long. I only had two questions left.

“Are we…?” I tried to ask but it got stuck in my throat. Thankfully he seemed to get my point.

“Yes I got turned by Geno and Ross seemed to lose all humanity and turned you.”

“O-oh.”

“Yeah... But I must admit you really pull of the ears and tail.”

“W-WAIT WHAT!” I shouted as I blushed in pure embarrassment. I did not understand what he meant and tried to ask, but he raised a finger to silence me.

“Yeah... you seem to have wolf ears and a tail even when your not in a actual werewolf form. I would let you get up to see but if you did you would probably collapse. Your to weak right now.”

He then got up and left for a short period of time and then came back with a hand mirror and gave it to me.

“Here take a look!”

I looked in the mirror to see two big, fluffy, Dark gold wolf ears with blue highlights  perched on my head that twitched in curiosity as I stared at them. I was shocked. They were real! It was strange. After a little of staring in the mirror I looked back up to see Zane smirking.

“I never knew you were this narcissistic DF.” Zane teased.

I gave him a mock hurt look as I whined in annoyance. The whine sounded quite dog- like. Zane chuckled and then a strangely hungry looked flashed over his face as he suddenly stood up.

“Um-I-I have to g…”

He broke off as I spun him around to see to blood red eyes staring at me with a intense hunger. Oddly enough I wasn't really worried.

“I forgot that you were a vampire.You haven't eaten at all have you?” I asked. He didn't answer. I started to get a little nervous.

“Zane ar-” I got cut off as Zane climbed on top of me. I froze as his hair brushed my face but then it turned into one of amusement.

“Hungry much? Well….. I guess I could let you feed off of me. Maybe. But... you have to promise to take care of me until I feel better.” That seemed to break him out of his trance long enough to ask me two questions.

“Won't you get turned into a werepyre or something if I feed off of you? And second of all why didn't you at least try to stop me from trying to chomp you? I could have killed you!”

I responded with “First of all you need to eat and I know you are not comfortable with randomly drinking some strangers plasma and second of all if I remember correctly werewolf blood is technically a delicacy to vamps.”

“Really? Where did you learn that? If I remember you didn't know monsters exist until 3 weeks ago.”

“I actually had to do an essay on vampire diets for a fan-fiction convention. I am hoping they are correct so that I can appear to know a thing or two. Now will I have to force you to eat or will you man up and do it yourself.”

At that sentence Zane blushed a little. It was weird seeing him blush at such a silly sentence. His blush was also different. Instead of an extreme rosy tint it mostly made Zane look like he is actually alive.  But in a few seconds my thought completely left me as he lowered his head and licked a sensitive part of my neck.

I whimpered at the weird sensation of being licked higher on my neck than Ross did when he bit me. It made a tingle rush up and down my body. I then felt something sharp pierce my neck and I felt Zane tense a little at the smell of blood. He then lifted my head as blood pooled out of the wound. Even though it hurt I was silent. I then felt his tongue against my neck as he lapped up the deep red liquid. A weird instinct to growl welled up in my mind. As I tried to keep the sound down it escaped my throat. I  noticed something was off about this growl. I wasn't very informed on wolf growls but I knew that wolves normally growl sharper.  This growl was to muted for a normal growl, it was more of a  sort of a placated growl, no hostile. Like it was more comforting. I kept growling as I grew weaker and weaker with every lick and suck from Zane. When Zane sealed my wound I stopped growling After that both him and I just layed there. Not in discomfort or in embarrassment just in placated silence. I glanced at him and saw that he was staring at me. He then blushed beet red as he looked away.

“I am so sorry!”

“

Oh shut it already.”

He looked at me in surprise as I closed my eyes and succumbed to sleep.

****

I woke up feeling slightly shaky but much better that I had in days. I got out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping Zane that was right next to me, and headed slowly toward our kitchen. I didn't bother to turn on any lights since I could see just fine.

I got a glass of water as I opened the fridge. My mouth watered as the smell of summer sausage assaulted my nose. I noticed that my sense of smell allowed me to smell all of the foods even if the were sealed tightly. I liked how I could maneuver throughout the dark house without bumping into anything or making a single sound.

That's when I remembered my tail and ears . It was to easy for me to forget that they were there. I watched my tail sway as I appreciated that I, we, were still alive. I then went to the bathroom and stared at my ears as they twitched on top of my head. I didn't notice that Zane was right next to me until he tapped my arm. I jumped a little and started to panic but calmed down just as fast. He had started petting my head.  It was actually quite a calming sensation.

“Sorry for scaring you. I forgot that I don’t own a reflection anymore.”

He chuckled as he continued to pet my ears. I had started doing that weird growling thing again and Zane had noticed it for the first time. He at first stopped, worried that I was about to attack him, but then he noticed my expression and decided to investigate. He went back to petting my ears but more halfheartedly. I gave him a uncomfortable look as I edged away from him and went into the living room and sat on the couch. He followed me and went back to petting my ears, this time doing a better job, after a few second the growl came back. He chuckled.

“Hey DF I think you have your own purr.”

“Really?”

I then noticed that unlike the growl I had when Zane was feeding off of me this one held a slight crooning note to it. It made me sound like I was a little pup.

“It's kinda cute.” Zane admitted as he giggled at my triggered look.

“I wonder if your werewolf form is actually just a pup… I guess we will find out tonight.”

“TONIGHT!”

My shout startled Zane, his fists were clenched and he looked like a wild animal but he still kept my gaze.  panic seized me. I couldn't believe it. Tonight was a full moon!?Zane calmed down and his expression turned into a more mellowly worried look as I started pacing.

“DF it's going to be okay. If were correct than you should just turn into a pup.”

“But what if I go full form?! What if I am a full grown were wolf instead of an innocent doe-eyed pup?! what if I attack someone?! Or I end up hurting you?!” I replied with a less intense panicked tone in my voice.

“You won't hurt anyone okay!” Zane said as he hugged me tightly. And with that we waited until the faithful moment.

****

I was feeling weird. It felt like I had a fever and a cold at the same time. Zane had led me to my room, which I thought was strange but at the time I did not question it, and I was curled up into a ball on my bed trying to go to sleep. My alarm clock showed that it was  9:30. I then felt something pop as I groaned in pain.

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Zane

As I heard Df groan in pain worry flashed through my mind. Is he going to be okay? Is my prediction going to be true? I started towards his room. I cautiously opened the door a crack as I heard small sniffs coming from the room. I then controlled my fear and pushed open the door all the way.

There he was in the middle of the room. He had jerked around so that he could see who was entering. I couldn't help but inwardly sigh in relief and sorta giggle at the sight in front of me. I was right, he was a pup. He was about the size of a golden retriever and had gold and blue swirled fur all over him. His eyes were two different colors, one yellow the other blue-grey. He gave me a tiny growl as he approached. I held perfectly still as he tried to find out if I was friend or foe. With a bark of happiness he confirmed me as a friend. I relaxed a bit as he pranced around me.

DF was quite big for a wolf but not quite big enough to be called a werewolf. I decided  to sit down on his bed and as I did so he jumped up and snuggled into my stomach like he did when he was human. I started to pet his back and he gave a pleased whimper.

We then heard my stomach growl as I wince in pain. He then jumped off the bed and started to guide me out of his room.

DF whined at me as he dragged me to the entrance to our apartment. “Woah DF no way!” I yelped as he tried to open the door “I can't just let you run down there! You would scare the heck out people!” He gave me an exasperated look as my stomach growled again, this time even louder.

As he kept glaring at me I finally realized what he was trying to relay to me.

I contemplated on how I was going to be able to eat/feed tonight. I didn't want to hurt an innocent person and DF wasn't in the right state of mind so that I could just ask him to donate. He perked up his ears as we hear some birds that our neighbors own chirped. He then looked at me again and the second thing he was trying to relay finally sunk in.

As I mulled it over the idea seemed to get better and better. But I didn’t know if animal blood would kill me or not. Then pulling a ,what I think now was, stupid move I googled “Can animal blood kill a vampire?”. It came up with a whole page stating that it didn’t kill vamps. I know that not all myths about a vampire are true but with all the people saying yes I could bet that at least one or two vampires might be one of the many writers saying that it is ok.

I then felt a wave of hunger and happiness flood over me. “Ok DF I will take us outside as long as one. You only kill squirrels and other SMALL creatures and Two. You don't try to scare people ok?”

DF gave me a cheerful bark as I opened the door to the main hall to the apartment building. Luckily enough it was late enough that no one was anywhere near the building and the forest behind it. DF ran so fast he was like a blur. I jogged so that I could be within eye and earshot of DF.

I marveled at my improved eyesight and hearing. I could hear the rustling of the trees and even sounds of the tiniest animals you could imagine. I could also see the tiny details in DF’s fur as he stood, his ears erect on his head as he listened and scented for prey.

Letting my hunger take slight control I used my new sense of smell to see if I could find any prey. DF flashed by me as he hunted a mouse that just streaked by. I wasn’t very worried. DF as a Were seemed moderately confident in his abilities. I then caught the scent of a  squirrel. My mouth suddenly watered as I imagined biting into the small body as the blood dripped into my mouth, I cringed.

Why am I thinking like this?! I stalked the squirrel into a corner. Then with a slash of claws that sprang from my nails the squirrel was dead. As blood gushed from the slash marks my mouth watered as his hunger took me over all the way. I drained the squirrel and searched for more. The blood tasted good, but not as good as DF’s I thought . I cringed a little at that thought but shook it off as he thought well I’ll have to deal with the weird thoughts from now on. By the time I was done feeding DF was back and my watch said that it was 12:00 a.m.

I then led DF back to the apartment and lifted him onto his bed. Df started to whimper in sadness as I left and I turned around and saw him looking at me with big puppy eyes. I went back over to him and brushed a twig out of his fur.

“I will be right back DF, I just have to wash my hands and take a shower then I will come back, ok?”

He whimpered again but seemed to relax as I explained. I then went into the bathroom washed my hands and turned on the shower. I scrubbed my hair and enjoyed the heat of the water. I smiled at the fact that even though all my other senses were improved, my ability to soak up and feel heat was still the same.  

I got out and went into my room and got dressed into my galaxy shirt and black shorts. I went back to DFs room to see him waiting for me. He seemed to smile as he pulled his lips up to show a row of teeth so sharp it looked like it could rip through steel.

I then Turned on his TV as I got on his bed. He crawled towards me and snuggled into my stomach. I  watched Voltron and did some research as I fell asleep.

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DF

I woke up to a very warm something under me and Pidge screaming at something. I looked up to find Zane sleeping in his galaxy shirt and petting my back. I then looked towards the TV to find Voltron playing. I got up to see that I was butt naked and got into a new set of clothes.

It consisted of my favorite “Potato Life” shirt and black jeans. I was slightly embarrassed at waking up in my birthday suit, but was more concerned about what happened last night.

I did not want to wake Zane up though, since he looked so peaceful sleeping there, so I went down stairs with my phone and headphones and made myself breakfast while the music drifted out of the head phones and into the room. I felt silly for picking the headphones up since I didn't have the ears for it but I thought it would be a good idea to use them to make it so then I don't wake Zane . When I thought about Zane I had this happy feeling that kept washing over me.

The song put me in a good mood as I finished making a stack of pancakes for Zane and I. I sat down and started to eat as Zane shuffled through the kitchen. I giggled at his dazed look as his neck snapped towards me. He smiled tiredly as he shuffled quickly toward the table and sat down and scarfed down the pancakes I put on his plate.

(in this universe vampire can eat normal food as well as blood but they can only survive if the drink blood so Zanes just eating them for the flavor and to appear normal.) He looked happy to see me .

“So how was the transformation?” I asked nervously.

His reply was slow, since his mouth was stuffed with the tasty meal, but he swallowed and finally answered with, “It was actually really fun and interesting. You were not  actually  the were-pup that I thought you would look like; you looked like a wolf. There was the fact I to feed on a squirrel but I got over it. You also snuggled with me.”

I at another bite of my pancakes as I relaxed. I didn't go full werewolf so I am fine from now on. It was interesting hearing him narrate the story on our hunting trip and I smiled at how he kept over thinking things.

Zane continued “ I  have done some research on a few things for your werewolf since you now have a few extra perks and instincts.”

“What do you mean?” I asked slightly confused.

Zane pulled out his phone and opened something I couldn't see and read/paraphrased something out loud.

“Well the problem is that your werewolf form is about the age where it is going through “ wolf puberty,”

I went beet red when he said puberty. I know its a  childish reaction but I didn't want one of the many “Talks”. He noticed this and rolled his eyes.

“Anyways that means that you will get more defensive and easily provoked during this period of time. Especially to those you care deeply for. You will also become extremely snuggly,clingy, and kind to either your mate if you have one, which you don't, or in some cases you can get attached to a certain person, no matter what species, who becomes sort of  your interspecies mate/companion. They are the most important when it comes to your transformation because they are the only ones who can understand and control you in that form.” Zane read.

We had been walking into our living room and had just sat on the couch when he said that. I tensed a little and he petted my ears to calm me down. We sat down on the couch as he rubbed behind my ears as my happy growl rumbled around the room. I had this feeling I couldn't describe and  I suddenly found myself in his lap licking his neck as he giggles. I wanted to stop but my instinct told me to continue. I nuzzled deeper into his neck and kept licking a certain spot. He let out a huff of air and I came back from what I thought at the time was  my affectionate puppy trance.

I looked at his face and it was covered with a deep blush and he was huffing quite a bit. I blushed a deep red as I apologized for my actions. While I stuttered he grabbed my hands and pulled me into a hug.

“Its okay, I knew you didn't have control over your actions and my neck is really sensitive there ever since Geno bit me”

He wasn't huffing anymore and was smiling softly. I felt a bitter feeling well up when he talked about Geno biting him. I then realized that I was imagining replacing Geno’s with my own bite.

I internally smacked myself for thinking like that. As I scolded myself I realized that I had been snuggling into Zane. It actually felt comfortable.

We cuddled  all morning and afternoon as we watched our favorite shows on Netflix.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zane

I had noticed the DF had gotten weird this morning. It was quite weird being licked by him. The cuddling was actually nice  though. even though we are both guys and not dating.

I decided to slip away when he fell asleep. I noticed that his ears and tail were still out and they curled a bit in his sleep. It was kinda cute. I headed towards my room and went online. I had quit from my old job because I couldn't do the day shift any more and all the night shifts were taken so I decided to see what online jobs I could do. I have a Bachelors in computer programing/editing and knew of a few youtubers who needed a new editor.

Jacksepticeye had posted a video saying he needed a new editor and  I decided to send an email with a few references and my resume to him  hoping he would be Ok with a out of country editor since he also had Robin/Pixlpit. I  was now waiting for a response.

I had found out that I still appear in photos and video, just not in mirrors, since I had to take a selfie IRL  for jack.

I thought it was slightly funny but was relieved. I heard the familiar tone of a new email and opened up my email. I couldn't believe it. He had accepted!! He even sent me my first video to edit and his phone number so I could call him to talk about details and such. I fanboyed for a few minutes and then went to work.

****

I had just finished it and sent the edited version back to him. It was 12 Am here and 7:00 their so I plugged his number into my phone and shot him a text.

Fangy boi: umm hello?

Septiceye BOSS: Hey! Its Zane right?

Fangy Boi: yeah… so did I do well?

Septiceye BOSS: You did great editing!! I liked all the references you conveniently placed. Anyways I need to tell you something important.

Fangy Boi: What?

Septiceye BOSS: So something happened to Merk and he called me and asked me to come to the merica’s to help him out with it. Since you live in L.A and he

does as well I thought I could come and meet you if I have time.

Fangy Boi: RLLY!! Umm I will have to ask my flat- I mean roommate first but he will probably say yes.

Septiceye Boss: k.

I couldn't believe it. He was coming to LA!! I was fanboying a little more as DF slipped into my room. He looked like he just woke up. He walked over to me and laid his head on my shoulder as he blearily  read my texts. His ears were still curled and his pupils were blown quite wide from sleep. He made a rumbling sound from his chest and I found myself answering with my own.

“You work for Jacksepticeye?”

“Yeah…?”

“And you do realize that he wants us to meet him?”

“Yeah…?”

“You know we will have to make up an excuse for my ears and tail right?”

I pondered for a few seconds,“We could always buy you a hat to wear to hide them and you could tuck your tail into your shirt until you learn to control you shifting in and out of wolf.”

DF grin was so bright I felt like I could melt from it,“Zane you are a genius. OK he can come as long as you keep my ears hidden and you eat enough so that you do not try to suck him dry.”

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DF

I had been wondering about what problem THE Markiplier was having that required THE Jacksepticeye to come to america for. I also was proud of Zane for getting the editing job.

I kept cooing praise at him when we hang out. My instincts has quieted down ever since last week. I was happy that nothing awkward happened between us. I like Zane and I didnt want to hurt our friendship that way.

He has been recently using his new powers of speed that he discovered to get himself a blood supply. He refrained from killing and used his speed to steal blood bags from a hospital. I joke about his new mini blood drive fridge that he has now and he is always joking around about my wolf instincts.

He said that he is also able to withstand sunlight if he eats a certain mineral. It was funny to imagine him eating a jem like a dragon.

Zane and I were on the couch, me laying my head on his lap, when he received a text. It was Jack. As Zane read the text his expression became worried.

“What's wrong Zane?”

“Jack says that if I can I need to head over to Marks house as quick as I can. Even through text he seems anxious.”

I got up and went to go get my shoes on.

“Where are you going?!”

“Arnt we going to go see him?”

Recently my parents bought me a car for a present since I had been doing well in school and also doing well financially so I grabbed the keys, my license, and my wallet and headed down the stairs to the car. Before that I had put on a beanie that had a slightly pointed ears and had stuffed my tail into my pants. It was slightly uncomfortable but was tolerable.

As I drove through the L.A streets Zane gave me directions to Marks house. When we got there we saw Jack standing in the driveway. He was paler than usual and was in his huge PMA hoodie even though it was hot outside. In a weird way he sort of mirrored Zane, who wore clothes that covered his skin from the sun. As we got out of the car Jack waved and smiled tiredly.

“Hello Zane, I am guessing this young man to your left is DF?” Jack spoke quieter than he does in his videos and that made me slightly nervous.

I

n many of his videos he does say he is quieter in real life, but he said he still quite a bit louder then everyone else. I nodded at his question and stuck out my hand to give him a hand-shake. He returned it. On his arm under a bunch of bracelets I saw a bandage. He didn't seem to notice me staring as he shook Zanes hand.

“So Jack, what's wrong?” Zane inquired. “Your texts made it sound quite serious.”

Jack Nervously rubbed the arm that had the bandage on it.

“First come in. I don't feel like talking out here.”

Zane and I nodded and we entered the house. It was really dark and smelled like dog and something else that I couldn't place. With my werewolf sense of smell I finally identified it as the smell of blood. Zane could smell it to by the way he looked. In front of us I could here Jack taking deep breaths in and out and slightly huffing. We shared a confused look but continued following Jack all the way to what seemed like the living room.

The living room had really comfy couches and a big flat screen TV. Chica, Mark’s dog, bounded towards us to say hello. When she smelled me she barked and I saw her tail was wagging extra hard. Jack stared at me as I bent down and petted her soft fur. Chica licked my face and neck and nuzzled my shoulder. It sort of reminded me of how I acted earlier that week, Licking Zane, except it was much more quick and seemed more “hello friend!” like then how it was with Zane.

Zane chuckled as he watched me get attention from Chica and then asked again, “So what's up Jack? What's the problem?”

Jack sighed then said “So you may not believe this but, about a week ago Merk and I were walking home after going on a walk around LA when we got stopped by this man and what appeared to be his pet dog. He asked us if we could help him get directions to a certain location. As Merk and I were looking it up on his phone the guy grabbed me and sicked his dog on Merk. Then the guy bit me on the arm! I passed out from the pain and woke up here. At first I thought it was all a dream and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When I looked up my reflection was gone! I ran out of the room to find Merk. When I entered his room instead of finding Merk I found a WereWolf! That's when I realized Merk and I had been bitten by a WereWolf and I a Vampire,” He finished slowly and looked down, I am guessing to prepare for our rebuttals of disbelief.

Zane and I stood there in shock. They got turned as well! I looked at Zane and conveyed with my eyes should we tell him? Zane nodded.

I spoke up “Jack… about four weeks ago Zane and I got turned into vampire and werewolf ourselves.”

Jacks head shot up in disbelief.

“Re-ealy?!”

I nodded my head. And to give him proof I took off my hat and pulled my tail out of my pants. Chica barked excitedly and started bouncing around inviting me to play as she realized that I was finnally showing my full self. It seemed as though she branded me as her kin, and in a way, I technically am. Jack stared at my ears and tail in awe as they twitched.

Zane, with a weird expression on his face,  then asked “Where is Mark, Jack?”

Jack looked towards him and beckoned us to follow.

He led us down a hall with Chica in the lead.She had decided that She was going to lead, not Jack. She seemed to bounce with every step towards where Mark was, as if she were excited to show us her master and our new friend. Jack then stopped in front of what looked like a door to a bedroom. He quietly knocked on the door and after hearing a response, entered the room.

There in the middle of the room lying on the bed was a fully grown werewolf. Its fur was a chocolatey brown and had a reddish hue that only anyone with a supernatural sense of sight could see. Chica ran up to the bed and made a boofing sound. The werewolf looked up at chica and gave a pleased grumble as he licked here head in greeting. It then looked up at the others and cocked its head to the side in curiosity. I then stepped up and held out my hand. The Were first sniffed my hand and then shook it with its paw. The others gasped in surprise.

“Merk! I didn't know you were fully in there!”  Jack said in surprise. Mark looked up,  rolled his eyes at Jack, and went back to sniffing me.

“ Anyways,as you can see Mark is still a werewolf…”

I looked at mark in confusion.

“How?”

Mark didn't answer and seem busy trying to identify the others from a distance.

Jack decided to  answer for him.

“I think it was because his transformation took multiple hours. He was trying to fight it and did not try to except it. It must've affected his transformation.”

I frowned.

“That doesn't sound good. My transformation from what Zane said to 30 minutes. I guess accepting the transformation must make it go quickly.” I said. Mark was getting off the bed and when he stood up he towered the three of us. He looked a lot more friendly then Ross did as a werewolf, but instead of being an actual wolf like I was he was a bipedal combo of a wolf and human.

Jack furrowed his brows.

“So somehow accepting your wolf side allows you to change faster and not feel a lot of pain? But if accepting it only lets you be in your form for the short amount of time is it also a bad thing…?”

Jack trailed off a little and then turned to talk to Zane. Chica and Mark both were sniffing around and then they turned to each other and seemed to have a mental conversation. They both were staring at each other and occasionally Mark would nod his head or make a tiny noise. The two creatures seemed to have a connection that allows them to communicate on another level.  

I was pretending to watch Zane and Jack mull over the issue but I actually was watching them. Ever since I got here I have felt a subconscious pull towards them. My Were-Cub side seemed perk up a lot when I was around them. I have decided that I should title my other side my ‘Were-cub’ side since it was more of another conscience as well as new instincts that I have to adjust to.  It was weird  finally noticing that I had two sets of instincts. I had also been feeling quite warm as well as the fact I was more sensitive to scents. Everyone's scents in here were relaxing and calming, especially Zanes.

As I thought about it more I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of Mark and Chica barking quietly to get my attention. I noticed Marks bark was a lot deeper than Chicas and sounded like a really friendly, bigger, breed of dog instead of a wolf. I turned to see them motioning to follow them out of the room. My Were-cub side’s instinct made me even more curious to follow.

As I followed them to the living room I  giggled at what Chica was doing.

She seemed to be trying to look intimidating, growling and raising her lip over her teeth,  but her adorable nature made it look more like she was about to lick someone to death. Mark looked amused for the moment and then he crouched down and growled back. Chica then pounced on Mark and the play-fight began.

I noticed that Mark was very gentle, and when Chica pounced on him  he just rolled her off carefully. They then turned and started play fighting with me. I was slightly slower then they were, but I still put up a good “fight”. He and Chica would carefully jump on their opponents and to attack they just batted each other with either paws, Marks case, or their head, Chicas case. When we were done we collapsed into a big pile. I was smiling quite derp-like and my Were-cub side was filling me extreme happiness.

I guess in a way it was satisfied with the fact that I was willing to follow its instinct.

I also felt as if someone had place me on a fluffy cloud in the middle of the most peaceful place they could find. There was another emotion/feeling that I had but I couldn't identify it and even though I was slightly worried about it I was to out of it to care.

I did feel a bit warmer then before but I dismissed it again, especially since I just did something quite strenuous.

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Zane

Jack and I talked as we walked down the hall. He and I had been talking about what each of us learned and I found out that Jack had fed on Mark instead of looking for food. He then said that after that he felt to guilty and decided not to take anymore. I offered him some blood bags and he accepted them gratefully.

I was not paying attention  to where we were going and when Jack stopped I sort of ran into him. I then looked up to see what was up and stood there in shock.

There DF was, in the middle of the dog-pile, smiling like a four-year-old that had gotten his first dog. It was quite adorable to see him so happy and I felt my chest bloom with an emotion I couldn't exactly fully identify. It was a mix of joy and… affection but as well as something that made me want to fight anyone who tried to hurt him? I was confused but I did not stop the feeling. I felt in that moment I was two beings in that moment. One that was sane and just like me while the other a primal, savage,  beast.

After a moment I realized Jack was giggling and as Jack headed over to Mark and Chica, I headed over to DF.

“Hey~” DF said in a voice that seemed a bit deeper than normal.

I noticed that unlike the usual both blue eyes he normally had was replaced with the one bright whitish-yellow eye and one a deeper in color grey-blue.

I smiled and replied with “Hello to you to~” in the deepest voice I could make. For a second I thought DF’s pupils had grown  bigger at that,  but in the next second I found that he had pulled me to the ground next to him.

I snorted and started petting his head. His purr growl came back at this and he cuddled up to me. I am actually taller than DF by 6 inches so it made cuddling with him quite easy. Chica came over and boofed at me in a friendly way. She the licked my face once, making me scrunch up my nose, and walked away.

I heard Jack and, I think Mark, chuckle and I looked up.

There Jack and Mark stood, It appeared that Mark was grinning in a dog-ish way and Jack was giving a knowing smile. Mark was still in his full werewolf form and I saw that Jack stood quite close to him. Mark then started to come over to help us up. I felt an emotion well up in me and I acted upon it.

I hissed at them

It was not an innocent kitty-angry hiss it was a dangerous-animal-will-attack-you hiss. The sound startled

both of them and they stepped back a little.

I then stood up, carrying DF, and protectively  wrapped my arms around him as I then started to run. I was feeling that savage burn to protect that I didn't question what I was doing.

Mark and Jack called for me to stop but I as they did I felt the weird emotion take full control and the next thing I knew I was carrying DF to his bedroom and then nothing.

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DF

I felt pure bliss.

I felt like I was high on happiness, I felt so good. I felt dopey, puppy like, and safe in Zane’s arms.

I couldn't understand what was happening and it seemed like my comprehension skills went out the window. I felt myself be lifted off the ground and the next thing I knew, we were back home.

I felt myself lower onto a surface that I finally identified as my bed and I snuggled into its plush surface. I had my vision back so I looked towards Zane. I saw that his eyes were bright crimson instead of his normal brown.

I felt a weird bark well up in my throat and I released it. From what Zane says later it was a mix between a whimper and a sort of chirp in a way. Zane also told me about how he couldn't seem to remember actually hearing it.  Zanes head whipped to me and he walked towards me. He did not say anything but he started to pet my head again. As he did so I fell into the clutches of slumber.

****

I woke up to find myself wrapped in Zanes arms and licking his neck again. I groaned and sat up.

I looked over to Zane to find that his appearance had changed. His hair was slightly longer,  and I could see that black had been mixed with the reds of his hair. His nails were longer as well as sharper. The biggest change was the fact that he had leathery bat wings that stretched out and draped over the bed. I noticed that one of the wings was covering me like a blanket and I stroked it. The wing was soft and felt quite thick. I still felt out of it and the Were-cub instincts were still running strong so I leaned back into the bed and snuggled into the wing.

I couldn't understand what happened.

I had been feeling weird ever since the play fight with Chica and Mark and when Zane picked me up it was if I got dunked in pure happiness. But imagine if that pure happiness, after the fact, feels fake and creepy instead of normal and nice.

I was overwhelmed with fear in that moment and a whimper escaped my throat. It sounded like a wounded animal and I felt my Were-cub sides influence so strongly right now that it hurt.

Zane stirred and then, with what was probably, great difficulty on his part, turned to face me. His eyes were a bright crimson and his gaze felt more animalistic then human. He lifted his hand and brushed a piece of my hair out of my face as he made a weird cooing noise.

I felt relief wash over me and then I found myself cuddled up into Zanes side, and I nuzzled the flesh that was in front of my face. As I did so, I could smell a nice aroma come from him. It was calming and made me feel like he could protect me from anything. Feeling  my Were-cubs conscious meld with my own calmed me even more and my mind was filled with only one thought.

Mate.

I fell asleep with that thought strong in my mind.

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Zane

I woke up to DF rubbing himself up against me.

I was slightly groggy since I had just woken up but I still was awake enough to realize two things.

One, DF was extremely sweaty and that sweat left sticky feeling against me.

And two, he was mumbling the word mate in his sleep.

I then noticed that he was wrapped up in bat wings. I went to scramble away when I realized that they were mine. I stared in shock. The bat wings twitched with the shaking of my body and that's when I noticed that the tiny fur on them swirled in a pattern. Brown,black, and grey swirled together to make the most beautiful wings you could ever see.

As I shook myself out of my trance I transfered my sight to DF. He was nuzzling his sweaty body up to mine and I noticed that he kept nipping at air. It was then that I  was hit with a powerful scent.

It was beautiful in a way. The smell of cherry blossoms and smoke assaulted My nose. I was quite surprised that two drastically different scents could come together to smell so divine.

I knew in that moment what DF was….

My Mate.

And I knew what I had to do now…

Take care of my Mate.

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[randomwoohoo]

Nick: Previously on Zootopia

Judy: During the press conference on the missing mammal cases, I ignorantly harmed a precious friendship and stirred up conflict among animals. I therefore resigned from ZPD, but I then learned that the Night howler plant was actually a cause of predators going savage, so I reconciled with Nick in no time.

Nick: How can I stay mad at dumb bunny forever?~

Judy: Please don’t tease me like that! I really felt bad back then! Anyway, thanks to Weaselton’s confession, we were able to discover the truth and expose Bellwether’s plan. The ZPD arrested her shortly afterwards.

Nick: All the savaged animals were cured. Zootopia was saved. Carrots quit her farming job and got to wear her badge again. Happy ending~

Judy: Oh, it got better when you officially became this city’s first fox cop, not to mention my partner.

Nick: What crimes will we solve? What adventures lie ahead of us?

Nick & Judy: Let’s find out!

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    Nearly at midnight, a smartphone with the carrot logo, put in a cup holder between a driver seat and a passenger seat, rang continuously while the grey doe rabbit officer was driving the police cruiser on patrol. It looked like she did not bother to answer an incoming telephone call.

“Carrots, aren’t you gonna pick it up?” The red fox police officer, sitting next to her, pointed at her phone which eventually stopped ringing.

“It’s Senior Officer Hopps to you, Officer Wilde.” Judy the doe rabbit said humorously to her partner, Nick the tod.

    It had been roughly two years since their first assignment they worked together as police partners. At the time, Judy got a promotion not long ago.

“Correction~ I’m not just an officer. But I’m a senior-officer-to-be~” Nick smirked. He used to joke with Judy that if he had got serious, he would have been promoted in no time. It was just that he did not want to become the senior officer before she did.

“You’d better work hard cuz if you don’t get promoted anytime soon-” She sounded threatening.

“You wouldn’t approve, would you?” He somewhat finished her sentence, “Aye aye, partner~ So, what’s with that phone call?” trying to get back to the point.

“Augh, there’s one buck who keeps hitting on me. And now, I regret giving him my number.”

“Why? You’re still single, right? Or he’s too annoying to you?”

“I’m pretty confident that I could handle anybody since I can stand you.”

“Oh ha ha” Nick laughed sarcastically.

“But in all seriousness, he isn’t bad. It’s just I am too occupied with my work, so I don’t have time for a relationship.”

“Still, you have enough time to hang out at my place~”

    Judy blushed at Nick’s teasing because she was unable to deny that she genuinely enjoyed spending time at his apartment. Hence, she moved on to another topic.

“You’re also single, aren’t you? Are you seeing anyone now?”

“Nah, I’m very busy looking after fluffy bun bun~” Nick made Judy roll her eyes in amusement.

    Then, without warning, “Judy! Nick!” a familiar energetic voice that the duo heard almost everyday at ZPD reception desk came out of police radio attached to their car.

    Accordingly, Nick quickly grabbed a radio mic to answer. “What’s up, Clawhauser?”

“There’s an emergency at Cliffside! Please go there immediately!” Clawhauser shouted on the radio mic on his end.

“We’ll be there ASAP.” Judy made a quick U-turn before the car sped down the street after Nick had already turned on sirens.

    When they arrived in front of Cliffside Asylum, a barrier gate of which was left open, there were quite a number of vehicles that clearly belonged to government departments, a police department and a fire department, parking on the bridge connecting the main land and the small island where the building was located in the middle of a waterfall.

    Some floors were ablaze with fire; therefore, some of firefighters were hosing those floors while some others and police officers were helping civilians to evacuate the building. Those officers were summoned like Nick and Judy because they were in near nearby area.

    Most of mammals that escaped the building were wearing lab coats. However, before the duo could fully understand the situation, a slender orange tiger with white muzzle and black stripes approached them to ask for their help.

“Thank scott you’re here! Some parts inside the asylum collapsed, blocking our ways in, but it may be possible for small mammals like you two to get in there and escort remaining civilians out.”

“We’ll get right on it! Let’s roll, Nick!” Judy led his partner into the burning building hurriedly.

    The tiger threw wet towels to them. Nick then caught the towels behind his back before entering the building with the doe.

    Both covered their noses and mouths with the wet towels while passing through smoky rooms. After some time, they came across a huge pile of broken concrete pieces and a large hole in the ceiling. It appeared that the floor of an upper story collapsed.

    Next, Judy walked up the pile cautiously, so Nick was going to follow her.

“Ouch! Hot! Hot!” He exclaimed when he touched some broken concrete pieces with his right paw unawares, drawing his paw back fast.

“Be careful” She warned him in a caring tone. Soon afterwards, her ears perked up as she heard footsteps from the upper floor. “Is anyone there? We are here to rescue you!” She sped up to the top of the pile.

“Wait for me!” Quickening his pace, he tried to catch up with her.

    Judy leapt off the peak of broken concrete pile, followed by Nick. He landed on the edge of the collapsed floor, almost losing his balance. Fortunately, Judy grabbed his tie in time and pulled him forward.

    There was a sound of footsteps again. This time, Nick also heard it. The duo consequently ran down the hallway.

She took off the towel covering her face, which would allow her to speak clearer. “Hello!” She shouted to call any remaining civilians’ attention.

When they saw a moorit ram in a lab coat darting across the end of the hallway which was connected to another path like 3-way intersection, “Sir, wait!” Judy together with Nick dashed to follow the ram, turning left at the end. “Don’t be afraid. We ZPD officers came to your rescue.” Nick attempted to reassure the civilian.

However, the ram, mumbling to himself, rushed into one room, completely ignoring the duo. They still continued following him. Once they reached in front of the room, Judy noticed a mammal curling up in the corner of the opposite room.

Therefore, she chose to help this mammal first. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.” She approached the trembling mammal steadily while Nick was following her close behind.

    He had unpleasant feelings towards this curling jaguar. It was not wearing any clothes. Even if it was a nudist, Nick doubted why nudist animals would be in a place like this. What’s more, its fur color was purple. It did not look like color dyed fur. Apparently, every single fur on its body and its skin were naturally purple.

    Instantly, the feline turned to face the duo, its pupils glowing the same color as its fur. It let out a primal hiss while standing on four legs in contrast to present-day mammals that walk on two feet.

    Both bunny and fox got startled by the hiss, falling backwards, so their bottoms hit the floor. They shifted away from the threatening purple jaguar. It gave a hostile vibe that reminded the duo of the first time they encountered the savage black jaguar, Mr. Manchas.

    Without hesitation, bunny fox duo stood up and then “Run!!” escaped the room at full speed. The purple savage mammal chased after them straight away.

    As they were running away from it, Nick brought out his police pistol. He turned a gun safety to off before he fired it at the purple mammal.

“Nick!! What are you doing!?” Judy believed that they should not injure the feline purple mammal even though it appeared monster-like and they were basically bolting down the hallway for their lives.

“I’d rather not become somebody’s dinner!” He kept shooting bullets until the door a few steps ahead of Judy burst open, then “Quit shooting!” the moorit ram poked his head out, “This way!” inducing the duo into the room.

    They felt as if it was good fortune in misfortune. Thanks to fire in the building, they were able to see inside the room to some degree.

    When they passed the door, they spotted that there were connecting doors inside the room which seemingly was a scientist office having file cabinets and various lab equipment on the desks; thus, they came to a conclusion that the rooms were connected and that explained how the ram in a lab coat could showed up in the room far from the one he went in earlier.

“Typical bullets are totally useless against them.” The ram said, leading them to emergency fire exit stairway through another door at the back of the room.

“Them?” Judy wondered.

“What’s worse, gun sound just gonna attract others-” As the ram was accompanying the police duo down the spiral stairs, he glimpsed a drop of thick saliva falling from higher level down to a void in the middle of the square spiral staircase. “Speak of the devil” The ram leaned over a rail of the stairs to look up.

Following that, he bounded down the stairs. Confused, Nick and Judy looked out the same direction as the ram previously did, then they caught sight of four drooling ferocious looking purple animals. On upper stairway opposite to the side they were standing on were a hartebeest with extra middle horn, a bulging-eyed hairless beaver, a frog-like hind legged aardvark and a saber-toothed marten.

“C’mon, hurry!!” The ram shouted.

    Regaining awareness, the duo hastily went after the ram when the monstrous creatures started to hunt them on all fours wildly.

    Both Nick and Judy were led by the ram out of the emergency fire exit stairway to a gradually burning laboratory with many expensive scientific instruments and computers.

“Umm, sir-” Judy addressed the ram.

He cringed in the response, “Please don’t address me like that. I’m not used to being called ‘sir’. I prefer ‘professor’.” while he was searching for something in the lab.

After both exchanged looks, Nick asked. “Shouldn’t we head for the exit?”

“There’s no way we’ll outrun them.” The scientist ram picked some kind of devices up.

One in his left hoof was a black machine with purple 1.25 inch diameter flat circle at the center, maroon motorcycle handle on the right half and silver syringe having a 45 degree tilt. Its length from the end of the handle to the syringe was as long as Nick’s forearm. Another in his right hoof was identical to the previous one but slightly bigger.

However, he found that the bigger one was broken, thus “Tsk” making sound of disapproval.

A moment later, primal roars became louder and clearer, indicating that the creatures were coming closer. As a result, the ram threw the broken device away. Nick dodged the thrown machine, thereby bumping against Judy lightly. He then glanced at Judy before looking through stuff scattered on the floor.

“Found it!!” He lifted the other device over his head. The length of this one was as long as Judy’s forearm. Immediately after that, he strode towards the duo “Put these MidniDrivers on” and presented the devices to them.

“Midnight what?” Puzzled, both questioned simultaneously.

    When the scientist ram perceived that the feral purple creatures were coming their way, “Please! Wear these, officers.” he begged the duo desperately.

    The fox and the bunny turned their faces to look each other in the eye for a brief moment. Despite the lack of understanding of the situation, she gambled on trusting the ram, reaching out to take the smaller black device from him. The fox soon followed his partner's lead in spite of hesitation.

“How do we use these things?” The fox examined the portable machine called MidniDriver in his paws.

“Just place them over middle front of your waists!” The ram yelled tensely.

    Turning to face the coming mutated-mammal-looking creatures, Nick and Judy followed the professor’s instruction amid blazing story on fire. They were surprised by the devices automatically extending belts and wrapping the belts around their waists. The strange black devices attached themselves to both officers with belts that were fit.

“Predator officer! Pull the syringe!”

    The tod fox felt off after the fact that he is a predator was emphasized by the ram, still he did what he was ordered.

“DRAW BLOOD” The device on him spoke robotically.

“Yeow!!” The fox got hurt, a part of his waist under the device stinging. The syringe was filled with blood immediately afterwards before all the drawn blood disappeared and the pulled syringe retracted on its own.

The doe rabbit worried about her friend. “What’s wro-”

“Push your syringe! Prey officer!” The ram intervened.

    Despite being interrupted and called weirdly, she was aware that she had no time to be irritated. Hence, she pushed the syringe on the left side of the device on her. The syringe which used to be empty had a dose of dark red liquid like blood inside it at the time that she was pushing it.

“INJECT” The device on her spoke robotically as well. The syringe then sprang back.

    Next, the bunny’s body twitched, feeling slight pain of getting an injection.

    Right after Nick’s blood was injected into Judy, “Carrots, I-...” he passed out while standing up.

“Nick! What did you do to him!?” Shocked to witness that her partner fell unconscious, she shouted at the ram.

“Forget that! You got an upcoming fight!”

“Wait? Fight??” Judy wondered what the ram meant by ‘fight’.

“Now! Twist the handle back to transform!” He told her.

“Transform?” She became more confused when she heard the word ‘transform’. Even so, she had already twisted backward the maroon handle sticking out from the right side of the device.

“IGNITE” The device on her spoke before its handle was twisted back to its original position by the spring mechanism. Following that, the device promptly emitted purple steam, which gave a sign to the scientist ram to distance himself along with the unconscious fox from the rabbit by dragging him.

    Shortly afterwards, the black machine caused the blistering purple mist explosion that made the creatures halt and look fixedly at the doe swallowed by the mist.

    The device’s core and two amethyst headlamps on Judy’s eye level shone up in thick fog. When the mist finally faded away, an armored hybrid mammal was revealed.

    The mammal had a full suit of armor covering from head to toe, flamingo red color body except for the stylish amethyst headlamp eyes and the device, and a doe rabbit figure but also had a noticeable fluffy fox tail made of spikes instead of fur and pattern of fangs with a pair of buck rabbit teeth on muzzle part of the helmet.

“What the...” Looking down through the headlamp eyes, Judy slowly raised her arms or at least that was what she aimed for. However, it turned out that the flamingo red armored arms were lifted instead.

“What’s happening!? Where am I!?”

    Judy heard Nick’s voice so close to her. Before she could react, the body started to move without her control, turning around swiftly.

“Am I mistaken or that’s really me over there?”

She could hear him again. The eyes she was looking through were fixed on Nick lying unconsciously next to the ram in the lab coat.

“Nick!” Judy called to her fox friend.

“Carrots! Judy!” He, turning left and right, tried to look for the bunny.

“I’m here! Or I think I am...” She made an effort to regain control of the body; as a consequence, the body stopped moving panically.

“What’s going on…?” Baffled to hear Judy’s voice so close as if it came out through his throat, Nick moved left arm to touch the side of the helmet and the long rabbits ears which were as hard as metal, yet able to move around freely just like normal soft bunny ears. The other paw touched the rear.

“Hey! Don’t touch that part!” Judy drew the paw away from the behind speedily.

    Although the duo were unable to fully comprehend the situation, they understood that both of them were sharing the body.

“What are you waiting for!? Fight them!!” The ram reminded Nick and Judy of the monstrous purple beasts. Nevertheless, they did not even know how they could possibly defend themselves against the creatures.

    When the armored mammal turn to face them, the saber-toothed marten leapt to attack the united duo. Consequently, they raised the left arm to guard the face.

However, they did not feel an expected pain on the lifted arm. Once they got a hold of themselves, they found that the marten, standing on hind legs, was trying biting into the flamingo red arm but its fangs were unable to penetrate biomechanical armor.

Subsequently, Nick shook the purple marten off and Judy then threw a straight right punch at it.

“On second thought, maybe we can fight...” Judy said after she together with Nick saw that the saber-toothed marten fell backwards due to the punch.

    Commanded by their instincts, other purple creatures charged at the armored mammal.

“Push the syringe and think about dodging!”

“What?” Nick and Judy, sharing the body, were distracted by the ram.

“Just do it!”

They pushed the silver syringe like he told them when the creatures got so close to the armored mammal.

“ACTIVATE”

    Not taking notice of what the device vocalized, both who were in charge of the body jumped up to avoid the lunging beasts.

    The next thing they registered was that the head tapped the ceiling. They did not think that the body would jump that high.

“Push it again twice! This time, think of speed and strength!” The ram yelled rapidly.

    The armored mammal flipped over in mid-air before pressing the syringe two times.

“ACT-ACTIVATE” The device spoke.

    The flamingo red rabbit with fox features kicked the feet against the ceiling, launching the body down towards those three monstrous mammal-like creatures, and then struck the hartebeest heavily with a fist. Its left horn was broken as a result, while the middle and the right ones remained intact.

    The armored mammal dived to the floor, then did a forward roll to minimize the impact of a height drop. Immediately after that, the hybrid mammal grabbed the beaver’s tail and cast the beaver to crash against the aardvark.

    When the scientist ram noticed that the saber-toothed marten got back up before sneaking up behind the flamingo red mammal, “Twist your handle back and finish off that weasel behind you!” he shouted to the united duo.

Nick and Judy in the same body turned back to find that the marten pounced on them as one, thus twisting the maroon handle and swinging one of the legs to kick the beast to the side in a reflex action.

“CRITICAL BREAK” The device spoke.

Surprisingly, the purple martes was sent flying through the wall by merely one strike. Even the duo did not predict this mind-blowing outcome. Fire smoke started to flow into the lab through a recently-made big hole in the wall.

“Alright! Show me what you’ve got!” Nick, feeling confident, struck a fighting pose.

    The rest of the purple creatures surrounded the armored hybrid, the hartebeest standing in front of the united duo. It then dashed forwards.

    While the armored mammal was rushing to collide with the foe, one of the flamingo red arms was pulled back by the aardvark's extended tongue that wrapped around the hybrid mammal’s arm.

Because of being distracted, the united duo were directly butted by the hartebeest. The armored mammal consequently fell back and rolled on the ground.

When the flamingo red mammal struggled to rise to the feet, the purple beaver tripped the armored mammal with its tail.

Lying on the back defenselessly, the hybrid mammal was about to be attacked by a small group of the monstrous creatures, so Judy skedaddled instinctively. In response to the urge to flee, Nick hit the silver syringe. “ACTIVATE”

The armored mammal ran away from the charging creatures at an incredible speed, coming to an abrupt stop in front of the ram accompanied by the unconscious fox body.

At the same time, the severely injured marten crawled through the large hole into the laboratory, its broken bones and fresh wounds healing remarkably fast. It was clear that the duo as they were at that moment did not have an ability to defeat even one of the purple beasts.

“I had a feeling this would happen… Without a doubt, the synchronization is still too weak.” The ram said worriedly, nearing the armored mammal.

    After that, he pulled the silver syringe of the black machine device on the flamingo red hybrid between a leporid and a canine.

Next, a dose of blood was drawn into the syringe and disappeared. Following that, the suit of armor released purple steam, then vanished, changing Judy back to previous unharmed state with her uniform undamaged.

“Eh?” She was surprised to see that she had returned to normal, looking at her gray fur and lighter-shaded-furred paws before touching her own face to make sure that there was no helmet covering her head.

“Nick!! Are you okay!?” She then suddenly thought of her fox friend.

“C-Carrots… I...” Nick, still lying on the ground, woke up in his original body, experiencing extreme tiredness to the point that talking was hard for him.

    The ram came back to the fatigued fox, pushing the syringe of the device which he was wearing. He remembered that the blood inside the syringe was supposed to be gone, yet he felt that there was a dose of some sort of liquid injected into him.

    All of the sudden, Nick regained his strength as the fatigue went away.

    The bewildered fox officer was helped up by the ram glancing at the purple creatures which were targeting him as well as two officers. He therefore advised. “There’s one survival option left-”

“What is it?” Judy asked.

“-but it’s seriously dangerous...” He commended.

    Nick directed his gaze to his bunny partner, his dear friend, then “We’ve come too far to back off. Lay it on me.” turned his face to talk to the ram.

“Pull your syringe and then push it right away.”

Subsequently, the tod followed instruction from the scientist ram. After he pulled the silver syringe of the device on him, he pushed it promptly before the device could draw his blood into the syringe.

“RELOAD” The black device he was wearing spoke robotically.

    This time, Judy was the one who lost consciousness.

“Twist your handle!”

    Nick twisted the device’s maroon handle back according to the ram’s order.

“I’m sorry.” The ram said. After the device uttered with a robotic voice "IGNITE", both Nick and Judy blacked out.

    They were unable to remember anything with clarity, having just faint memories of heat like everything was burning, tearing flesh sensation, sound of breaking bones and blood...

    Suddenly, Judy awakened, discovering that she was lying on side. Aside that, she also learned that all four of the monstrous mammal-like creatures lay dead on the floor with long and deep cut wounds all over their bodies that were disintegrating into vapour.

    Afterwards, she looked for Nick. She eventually found him and the scientist ram but something was not right.

    Nick, panting tiredly, was standing in combat pose with open arms, protracted claws and shocked expression while the ram was down on his knees before the fox, his bloody hoof in contact with the syringe of Nick’s device. The ram was obviously bleeding excessively.

“I’m really sorry.” The ram apologized again, pushing the syringe weakly. In consequence, Nick’s exhaustion left him, still the shock remained.

    The tod and doe officers had no clue what happened but it seemed that they successfully finished off the purple beasts and the ram risked his life to turn them back to normal.

    The ram then leaned against the fox weakly, so he and the bunny hurriedly gave the ram assistance to stand on feet.

“We don’t have time to waste...” The ram said exhaustedly. “Let’s leave before more of them show up.” He suggested, guiding others to a hatchback sports car on an underground floor.

    Back then, the car had only black color, no white doors and no pair of sirens.

    The duo helped the ram to enter the car. He told them that the car was linked to the devices. Therefore, they got into the car and transformed to the flamingo red armored mammal right before they departed from the asylum as fast as possible.

    The scientist ram was admitted to the closest hospital. That was when the duo learned the name of him, Professor Woolworth. Despite having a ton of questions, they could not ask him since he fell into a coma after that night.

    Beside that, more of the purple creatures made appearance around Zootopia from time to time throughout a year. These creatures were named ‘Savage’.

    With the devices called MidniDriver, Nick and Judy possessed a power to save the city from these monsters. Fight after fight, the armored mammal had the appearance changing and developed more forms, from the only red suit of armor to red full body armor with vertical blue stripe in the front middle of light green torso and grayish-tan lower body excluding the feet, which was later be called ‘Hustler form’, as they gained more battle experience.

In addition, they also had Police form, the form with police hat that could summon a sports car, and Archer form, the form with a hood and a monitor detecting movement.

    The bunny fox cop partners eventually became a hero whom animals knew as Hybrid.

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I just really want to hold your hand

Elementary apologies

"Gracie my little pup! Get up and get ready it's school time!" Carter Vernon called to his daughter. She indeed was sleeping like an animal. As she sat up her hair sat up with her. He walked in the room and sitting on the edge of the bed straightened it with a brush.

The two of them had been living in the Vernon Citadel for the longest. And the large amounts of space meant you could get lost. As well as the challenge of escaping to the front door. Her cousins used to let her get lost inside, but she'd gotten the hang of mapping it in her head.

And when they weren't in the Citadel or at school The two of them worked at the club her father owned. The Red Gala.

"Thank you papa Vernon." She responded yawning while rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"You're gonna keep calling me that huh?" He asked raising an eyebrow at the little 6 year old.

"Yup. At least until you call me Bad Queen. Just like mommy used too." She slid down the side of the bed and went through her dressers looking for clothes. Today's clothes had to be perfect. First day of school meant she had an impression to make.

"You still want to be a bad queen?" He asked incredulously. "But I thought we were the good guy little pup. Defenders of the great power in the abyss. What happened to that?"

She sighed as she pulled out the shirt, in the way only 6 year olds know how. "Papa I'm not bad. I'm the Bad Queen. Yah know not to be messed with unless they don't wanna walk out of there! I'll break their legs!!!" She said holding a small fist in the air shaking it at who knows what.

"Okay okay.. sorry to doubt you...little pup." He said before getting chased around the room by a shirtless 6 year old with the raging fury of a 'Bad Queen'.

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"Tanya. Get up little sis. School time." Her older brother awoke her and pulled her out the bed setting her on her feet.

"I don't wanna go. Too boring. Nothing but nasty nose picking kids." She complained.

"You're the same age as those nasty nose picking kids." He said as he helped her get dressed.

The two had been living in a nicely sized apartment. Her parents had been missing for who knows how long. Refusing to let them be dead, both children waited out their days in solitude. Her brother 10 years older did part time work and paid for the bills. And Tanya went to school. And on weekends Tany would accompany her brother to work.

Soon ready breakfast was served quick. Toast and eggs. A glass of orange juice waiting till after. "Tony... do you think I'll make any friends? You know in school."

"I'm sure you'll make plenty of friends. Its First grade everyone there is new and no one knows anyone. You'll be fine." He said calmly. His eyes never leaving his plate. He wasn't exactly a friends person, having none of his own.

"Okay Tony." She sighed before downing her orange juice. "I'm ready to go!" With a spark in her eyes the first day was bound to bright.

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Lymn Elementary was a small building with grades 1 through 5. And in the very front was the first grade classes. Right where Grace wanted to go. Her father was right behind her as she strolled up. Other kids were arriving as well. And everyone seemed to know the other.

"Most of these kids live near each other or went to kindergarten together. Don't worry you'll still have a chance to make friends. " he said watching her watch the others.

The Vernon lived further away from most neighbourhoods. And that being the case and added Grace didn't go to kindergarten but instead was homeschool she didn't have many chances to meet other kids.

"But what if I don't. I can't be the Bad Queen if no one knows me. Then I'm just the poopie Queen nobody knows." She pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "And I don't like poopie..."

"Well looks like you'll just have to get in there and get to work then. You've gotta claw your way from the bottom to make it to the top. Just like the little lion you are."

They the rest of the way hand in hand.

Walking into the class room Grace looked around. There were a lot of things to look at apparently. The class was pretty big and held all of the things you need for learning.

They had cubby holes for their backpack and desks with their names on it. She was so busy looking, she didn't see a chocolate coloured girl right in front of her. And they both fell.

"AUGH WOAH!!!" Grace yelled as she went down on top of someone.

"TONY I'VE BEEN ATTACKED!!!!" The other girl yelled. Already othe kids were watching them.

Tony being called rushed over as well as Carter who had recognized his own child's scream.

"Just how in the world did this happen little pup?" He asked seeing her being pulled up and off of the girl beneath her who was then picked up as well.

Grace rubbed her forehead which had taken it's time to hit the ground. The Other girl however was crying.

"Calm down Tanya it wasn't on purpose. You can't start crying on your first day." He said trying to console her.

"But she was s-so heavy and she fell ri-right on t-top of me." She cried even harder as she realized she'd gotten a small cut on her forehead probably from something nearby.

Grace got up and watched her. She looked to the ground feeling bad. She had already screwed up not even five minutes in.

"Go say sorry.  Okay I'm sure it'll be just fine if you apologize. It was an accident right?

"Yeah... but what if she thinks I did it on purpose?" She asked looking up tearing up to cry herself.

"She won't if you tell her." He said patting her shoulder. "Go on."

Tanya had calmed down a bit. Still sniffling and rubbing her eyes she kept talking to her brother. "I told you school was stupid. I knew I should've went with you!" Her eyes were now res and puffy from the crying and rubbing.

"Um... hello?" Grace had managed to tip toe over after being pushed a little.

Tanya looked up and frowned. "That hurt a lot you know."

"Yeah...I know. I wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't really mean to push you down. It was am accident I swear it." She held her hands up. "I'm the good guy. I wouldn't want to hurt anybody. And to make up for it we can get ice cream after school. My treat?" She said hoping to get some sort of response.

Tanya thought about it. Ice cream wasn't something she hadn't had the chance to really indulge in.

"You've got Ice cream?" She asked curiously. Tony looked over to Carter who looked back and nodded his head.

"Yeah. You can come over later after school. My papa Vernon can take us." Grace looked excited by this maybe she was on her way to being forgiven.

"Well..." She looked behind her to her older brother.  He nodded his head and smiled a rare thing for him to do she smiled back. She turned back and nodded. "I guess we can go my brother says it's okay."

"Does that mean you'll forgive me?" Grace looked hopeful.

"Yeah I guess so. You did do it on accident. I forgive you." The two hugged to seal off the deal.

"Then I guess I'll see you after work. I'll come by and pick you up okay." Tony said standing to leave.

He and Carter left and gave each other information before going their separate ways.

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