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warriors-rewritten-chaos · 3 months ago

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Detailed Rewrite Plot Summary: Firestar's Quest

Time for the best Clan's formation! I'm totally not biased towards SkyClan what are you talking about

The book begins a few moons into the aftermath of the Battle For The Forest. The Clans have mostly returned to normalcy, albeit with a few changes. Graystripe has been exiled from RiverClan due to standing up to Leopardstar when she put a cat who hurt his kits and the other half-clan cats on Tigerstar's orders as Featherpaw's new mentor and has been accepted back into ThunderClan, for one.

When Firestar goes to sleep a few nights after Graystripe's return, he has a very strange dream. He isn't in StarClan, that he knows for certain. He isn't in the cavern he saw when he lost a life fighting Scourge, either. This place seems to be a gorge of some sort, but it feels wrong. While he can't see any sort of life, he can hear the squeaking and scratching of rats getting closer, then farther away, and then closer again. The scent of rats, decaying flesh, and blood fills the air. A drop of what looks and smells like fresh blood drips onto the tip of Firestar's muzzle. With a powerful feeling of dread, he slowly looks upwards.

Above the gorge, there isn't a sky. In its place, there is an endless wall of flesh spanning the horizon, pulsating as though it has a heartbeat. Like it's somehow alive. It begins pouring fountains of blood down like rain, and Firestar flees into one of the holes in the gorge. He finds himself in an area that appears to be a collection of dens (a Warriors' Den? he wonders to himself), but it looks to have been abandoned a long time ago. A faint voice whispers from the shadows. Firestar can barely pick up what it's saying.

"Hello?" He asks, trepidation filling his voice. "Is someone there?"

The voice increases in volume only slightly, just enough for Firestar to somewhat make out actual words now. It seems to be a tom's voice, but it's still so quiet he can't truly be certain.

"Ar...y..u...real?"

"Am I real?... I'd certainly hope so. Who are you? Are you okay? Do you need help?"

"H..e...l...p... HELP!"

Abruptly, the voice grows explosively loud, as loud as thunder. It isn't just one voice anymore either, hundreds of screaming howls fill the air around him. They interrupt and overlap each other, desperate to make their own pleas heard.

"HELP US-" "-TRAPPED-" "-PLEASE-" "-FOREVER" "-NO ESCAPE-" "-HELP ME-" "-SAVE US-" "-NEVER LETS GO-" And on and on it goes, becoming louder and louder to the point it shakes the very ground beneath Firestar's paws.

"Who are you?!" He shouts desperately. "What do you want me to do?!"

Everything goes quiet then. Deathly quiet. Slowly a cat emerges from the shadows. But it's hard to tell that he even is a cat at first. His fur is matted and filthy to the point his original fur color cannot be seen, his dull eyes are sunken into hollow cheeks, and his ribs are visible even beneath his tangled fur. "It's been so long since anyone's come here. As far as I know, I am the only one of my Clan remaining. My name is Cloudstar, and I was the Leader of the fifth Clan in this forest, SkyClan."

Firestar is confused, "What do you mean, 'fifth Clan'? There have only ever been four Clans in the forest." "To your knowledge," replies Cloudstar. "We were exiled from it many cycles ago, long before any cat still living was born, after the one of the five great trees was struck down by lightning. The other four Clans took it as a sign that we had lost StarClan's favor and thus they forced us to leave."

He continues, "We journeyed for moons, and most of us didn't survive to reach the gorge... including me. But during the journey, our Clan had fallen apart. For some reason, we spirits were unable to speak to the living, even the Seers, and they decided that since StarClan had abandoned them, SkyClan's remnants would officially disband upon reaching the gorge."

"But even that didn't go according to plan. When we got to the gorge, something was already there, waiting for us. He was waiting for us. The living and the dead. A few living cats managed to escape Him, fleeing far away or taking shelter with Twolegs. We spirits were completely overwhelmed. I was the only one who escaped Him, but I cannot leave this place. I have dwelled here ever since."

"Who is 'he'? What did he do to you all? Is 'he' the one keeping you here?" Firestar asks. Cloudstar opens his mouth to answer, but...

Blood runoff from the gory "rain" outside begins pouring through the widening cracks in the cavern walls as the earth begins to shake again. The blood mixes into puddles that congeal into massive conjoined ratlike beasts. The creatures immediately begin to advance on the two cats. "We're out of time! Run, Firestar!" Cloudstar shouts as he shoves him towards the entrance. "Follow the river to the gorge and gather SkyClan's descendants before He comes for them too!" The rats consume him completely, and once Firestar reaches the mouth of the cave, he wakes up.

Firestar knows in his bones that the dream was real despite his lingering questions. Cloudstar and the trapped cats brought him to that awful place as a last-ditch effort for save them and their descendants from some kind of evil, and he isn't just going to ignore their plight! He gathers Frostfur, Yellowfang, Sandstorm, and Graystripe and tells them about his dream and needing to save SkyClan. While Graystripe, Sandstorm, and Frostfur are initially hesitant about the dream even being real, Yellowfang tells them about Firestar's prophetic dream about the dogs also coming true and tells him to take Sandstorm with him and to be careful. When Graystripe asks to go too, Yellowfang reminds him that he's still too weak to do very much. Sandstorm and Firestar both promise their mate that they'll come back in one piece no matter what.

So Firestar and Sandstorm leave on their journey to find and rebuild SkyClan, leaving Frostfur in charge of ThunderClan in the meantime. Unbeknownst to them, she appoints Graystripe as her temporary Deputy, causing mass-panic (which is played for laughs). Per Cloudstar's instructions, they follow the river towards its source, facing multiple troubles along the way.

The topic of conversation eventually turns to Firestar's past as a kittypet and whether he misses that at all. The two have a pretty nice discussion, with Firestar telling her about his family and friends in Twolegplace. However the talk comes to an abrupt end when a flash flood occurs and separates the two from each other. Firestar is saved by a group of rogues, and while finding his way back to Sandstorm he encounters a lone nursing cat named Vega and xir two young kits.

Vega and xir kits are outcasts in the rogue clowder for reasons xe refuses to elaborate on, and Firestar feels bad for them. He then notices Vega's physical resemblance to Cloudstar (long, strong legs) and invites xem to come with them to rebuild SkyClan. Vega decides to join, wanting a safer and more welcoming place for xir kits to grow up. The two (plus the two kits) reunite with Sandstorm and keep going.

At the end of their journey, the travelers find a gorge that seems to have been inhabited by cats in the past, but it looks abandoned now. Soon after arriving, they encounter a pair of hostile kittypets named Boris and Cherry. Firestar and Sandstorm manage to subdue the two and ask about SkyClan. Cherry gripes that now there's more crazy cats and further explains when questioned that there is an old tom that the local cats call "Moony" who talks about SkyClan a lot. Although everyone else just thinks he's senile or delusional.

Later that night, the group encounters Moony, who turns out to be very different than how Cherry and Boris described him. First of all, his name is actually Sky. Second of all, he is very insightful and says that he's had dreams of Sandstorm and Firestar and knows that they're here to help. Like Vega, Sky is a descendant of SkyClan. He tells the group about what the old SkyClan was like, but doesn't tell them why they disbanded.

The four then begin the process of rebuilding SkyClan. They recruit Boris and Cherry, a loner named Clover and her three kits, and a rogue named Scratch. Firestar gives them new Warrior Names: Cherry becomes Cherryblossom, Boris becomes Sparrowchirp, Clover becomes Clovertail and her kits are named Tinykit, Bouncekit, and Rockkit, and Scratch is named Sharpclaw. Sky, Vega, and xir kits also take Warrior Names: Skywatcher, Vegastep, Fiddlekit, and Lyrakit. He also tells them about the Warrior Code and organizes patrols and apprenticeships.

The next day, Firestar gathers a group of rogues, loners, and kittypets to try to convince them to join SkyClan. Five cats end up joining: the kittypets Hutch, Rose, and Lily, a rogue named Leaf, and a loner named Patch. They take the names Shortwhisker, Roseprance, Lilydance, Leafdapple, and Patchfoot. Later that day, another kittypet named Echo comes to the gorge and explains that she had visions of spirit cats made of stars that told her to find SkyClan. She is renamed Echosong and becomes SkyClan's Medicine Cat.

Later on, a loner tom named Rain comes and asks for help in rescuing his mate Petal and their kits who are being held captive by Petal's abusive Twoleg. Once the mission is successful, Petal and her family join SkyClan. They take the names Rainspeckle, Petalnose, Sagekit, and Mintkit. SkyClan also decides on borders and begin going on regular patrols to mark and maintain them. While Firestar is still acting Leader, he knows that he and Sandstorm need to return to ThunderClan and so he needs to choose a Leader for SkyClan soon. Also, Skywatcher passes on from old age, but gives Firestar a prophecy before he dies: Firestar will have three descendants born with the power of the stars in their paws.

This is also around the time that a massive group of strange and aggressive rats the size of cats begin menacing the newly-formed SkyClan. The cats realize that the rats were the reason for Ancient SkyClan's disbandment and that they need to be neutralized in order to prevent the same fate from befalling modern SkyClan. The cats begin to train for battle in order to drive them out.

When the cats are as ready as they'll ever be, they head to the abandoned barn where the rats reside and see something horrific- the barn is crammed literally wall-to-wall with seemingly hundreds of writhing, squeaking bodies seemingly conjoined together by their tails. They were expecting a large amount of rats to be there, but they aren't prepared to fight this many. The cats begin to panic, there's no way they can fight this many of the mutant beasts, but Firestar's attention is grabbed by a faint movement in the corner of his eye. He follows it a short distance away without anyone noticing, and encounters a small gray kitten sitting in the bushes as if waiting for him.

He tells the young tom that he has to get out of here, it's not safe, but the kit firmly and calmly interrupts and says that the others are right, they will die if they take on all of the rats at once. He tells Firestar that the only way to stop the rats is to kill their leader, but it won't be an easy task. The leader is always in the very center of the group, as it is the one controlling all of the others, and it is the largest, strongest, and fiercest of the group. The cats will have to put their own lives on the line to distract the others to free a path to it so that it can be killed. Firestar asks the kitten how he knows all of this, and he tells him that that doesn't matter. He asks Firestar if he'll still try to save SkyClan even knowing that casualties are inevitable in this fight, and smiles when Firestar says yes. He tells him to kill the leader of the rats, to end this curse for good and free both the SkyClan of the past and of the future. He then fades out of existence.

Firestar stands there in temporary shock and then steels himself and returns to the others to inform them of their plan of attack, and what they must do. Suddenly and without warning, the rats begin to pour out of the barn en-masse and charge the group. The battle against the rat horde begins, and the plan is enacted. It isn't easy, as the strange rats seem to have the ability to separate themselves from each other at will to get more range. Try as they might, the cats can't penetrate the wall of creatures. They don't stop coming, and even if they're given fatal blows they don't even react to them and continue attacking. Even more strangely, they can almost make out words in the shrieks of the beasts. But that can't be right. Rats don't speak.

"Kill"

"Trapped"

"Consume"

Rainspeckle bravely protects Shortwhisker from a split off group of the rats who begin to pursue the terrified tom as he tries to flee from the battle. However, this is his last act, as the bodies of the rats swallow him up into the swarm. And then the group splits apart again, and Firestar witnesses the truth of the nature of these beasts, and discovers what the kit meant by "curse". Rainspeckle's body is nowhere to be seen. But there is something new. As the other rats go on the attack, a new rat is revealed to be slowly standing up. It has a light gray pelt that has darker gray flecks in it, and it turns to look at Firestar with light blue eyes devoid of anything but malice.

These rats are the size of cats, can speak like cats, and have unusual coat patterns because they are cats. If they keep going, all of modern SkyClan will be added to their numbers and the curse will keep growing. Suddenly, there's an opening in the swarm and a rat even larger than all the rest splits off and barrels in Firestar's direction. This is the rats' leader, and it is pissed.

"MINE!" It roars as it brings the entirety of its weight onto Firestar and his vision blacks out as it crushes his body in its jaws. Despite losing his second life, he gets right back up again to duel the leader of the rats. With Sandstorm's assistance, the two barely manage to kill the monster. With its dying breaths, it gurgles that SkyClan belongs to it and that it'll return to get it back no matter what it takes. It fades into blood that sinks into the ground and vanishes.

The other rats melt and reform into starry feline spirits that start weeping tears of joy and rejoice in their freedom from the tyrant who had kept them captive and controlled for cycles now. Cloudstar, now clean and healthy-looking, comes up and thanks Firestar for saving them. Shortwhisker approaches Rainspeckle's spirit and begs forgiveness for getting him killed for his own cowardice. Rainspeckle tells him that it's alright, as long as his clanmates survive and his family is able to live in peace, he's happy.

Skywatcher's spirit then appears, announcing that he's here to bring the spirits to the afterlife; their own version of StarClan above the gorge. The surviving cats bid the spirits goodbye as they ascend to the clear sky above and they return to the camp.

Shortwhisker sobs to Petalnose and her kits, apologizing for causing Rainspeckle's death. Despite what Rainspeckle told him, he still feels immense survivor's guilt. She tells him much the same as her mate did and forgives him. Shortwhisker still tries to leave, saying that since he can't battle he doesn't deserve a place in a Clan, but Firestar reminds him that there are non-combatant roles, and his excellent nest-making skills make him an asset as a Builder if he wants to stay. At Petalnose and the others' insistence, Shortwhisker remains with SkyClan.

After all of the cats who participated in the battle against the rats have recovered from their injuries, Firestar and Sandstorm prepare to leave for ThunderClan. They lead SkyClan in a vote to see who the Leader will be, and it's unanimously decided that the skilled and level-headed Leafdapple is the best choice for the position. She names Sharpclaw as her Deputy and heads off to the Medicine Den to receive her nine lives, guided by Echosong. As Firestar and Sandstorm turn and head off, Cloudstar's glimmering form pokes his head out of the Den and gives Firestar a nod of gratitude, which Firestar returns.

In the story's epilogue, Firestar, Sandstorm, and Graystripe lay together in the Nursery while their two newborn kits sleep peacefully between them. The brown tabby molly is named Leafkit after both Leafstar and Spottedleaf, while the ginger tom is named Squirrelkit due to his huge bushy tail. As he and his mates drift off to sleep as well, Firestar thinks of Skywatcher's prophecy and wonders which of his kits will bring such powerful cats into the world, and what that could mean for the future.

#rose and lily are the kittypet sisters who originally just insulted firestar and asked him insensitive questions #firestar is trans btw and is the one who gave birth to leaf and squirrel- graystripe is the sire #squirrel is also trans but doesn't know it at the moment bc she's a literal baby #warrior cats #warrior cats rewrite #plot changes

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shallow-wordsalad · 2 years ago

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OC: Ashley Cotterill - "Vox Viridi"

Premise: A young woman, the victim of terrible circumstance, is disfigured and disabled by a world that's been far crueler to her than she ever deserved. Still, she remains unbowed, and retains hope and optimism for people and her future. Nature powers; ASL-speaking, nonverbal; homeless. Mature themes, light delivery, meant for modern fantasy or superhero fiction.

TW for content involving her: abuse, violence, body dysphoria.

Appearance: Ashley is a petite girl of a modest 5'4" height, though one would be hard-pressed to identify her gender or much else about her at a glance. Wrapped in loose clothing, two layers of coats, and unlaced boots, her silhouette is inflated by her choice of protective and warm clothing above anything that one might call "fashionable" or "cute" or even "entirely intact." For lack of shape, one might inquire upon her face for identifying features, and would be stymied just the same through different means. A muddy bandana, once either red or white and now a mottled mix of browns, covers all above her brow but a tangle of long and matted blonde braids, interwoven with dandelions and baby's-breath. Her eyes are completely hidden behind what appear to be a pair of costume-shop goggles, cracked in one tinted lens and the strap thrice-replaced and re-fitted. Her nose and mouth are hidden behind a make-shift gaiter made of what was probably once a black shirt, if the two-thirds of a band logo is any signifier. As if even that were revealing too much, a long scarf - the only clean source of color on her apparel, a charming block-stripe of emerald green over forest green - is wrapped wide around her face to stave out the chill of bitter seasons no matter the time of year. Hands, which one will take great notice of as she speaks her language of gestures, are covered in a pair of well-worn women's gloves, leather lined with fur. Most curious about her, and likely what one would use to identify her after giving up on picking her face or figure out of a crowd, is the corona of flowers and grass at her feet wherever she stands. Constantly springing to blossom, withering away, and rising again in a steady, abbreviated demonstration of the life-cycle of small plants.

Personality: In brief, Ashley is a sweetheart with the stubbornness of someone who has survived the world's many attempts on her life. Where many grow cynical, exhausted, and weathered by life's many trials, guarding themselves against pain and disappointment as scars accumulate, Ashley decided long ago to do the opposite. Each time life takes something from her, the compassion and joy within the wellspring of her soul either finds a new home or concentrates further on what remains. Every moment she's alive is a gift, and one she - like an excited child on their birthday - shares with everyone around her. Attempts at dissuasion from her hidden smile find no foothold. Sour words are met with a shrug and a kind response. Only attempts at direct violence will make her stop trying to be your friend, and even then you will make no enemy of her - she'll simply leave. When you next see her, it will be with renewed willingness to talk should you want to. She is ever a survivor of hardship, and that includes her infinite love of life and hope for the future surviving into tomorrow.

Abilities and Skills: Granted some degree of power over plants and fungi by the ineffable and voiceless force of Mother Nature, Gaia, or whatever one wishes to deem the very will of the planet, Ashley has the supernatural ability to grow plants with her touch - direct or indirect. It's a power she can suppress to some degree, but never fully silence, and when allowed off its leash, can turn a parking lot into a garden in less than an hour. Focus and knowledge would allow her to create specific, individual plants or fungal growths. On the more mundane side, Ashley is extremely talented in the field of urban survivalism. To endure and thrive through city life without a home, one needs to know how to hide from unwanted company, how to climb fences and evade pursuers, where and when to find edible food and useful objects, and how to make a home and comforts from what you find. The combination of the above trades lead Ashley to a clumsy, home-made version of botany and herbal remedies as well. Ashley's burgeoning knowledge of plants and their compositions does give her a steady means of providing food, psychedelics, disinfectants, and mild painkillers to herself and others in need, though one'd be better off with a pharmacy and administered medication than the self-taught and ad hoc home treatments. Out of necessity after losing her ability to speak, Ashley learned American Sign Language, and can act as an interpreter for deaf people in her company. Finally, though it's rarely useful for much, Ashley's light-footed and lighthearted lifestyle has made her a skilled dancer.

Likes: Flowers, the outdoors, dancing, upbeat music, loud metal music, cooking, parkour, being social, hugs, girls with long legs, guys with beards, applying flower symbolism to people's lives, giving people sign names, giving people the warm-fuzzies, summertime, mornings, vague spiritualism, the color green, and rain.

Dislikes: Small dogs, large reptiles, being called "Ash", alleyways, police and criminals both, the smell of tobacco, gloomy and/or downtempo music, feeling exposed, cynicism and negative-thinkers, being filmed, being comforted by others, people who assume she is helpless, winter, particularly dark nights, being alone, the color grey, the government (Anarchy!), smartphones (they are government tracking devices!).

Relatives: No known living relatives.

Age: 20+; She hasn't been counting for a long time.

Sex/Gender: Cisgender Female

Race/Ethnicity: Human, Irish-Italian-Anglosaxon-American mutt.

Birthday: April 22

Favorite Food: Bread

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dreamdollpersians · 3 months ago

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The Charm of Persian Kittens: Graceful Companions for Every Home

Persian Kittens for Sale is a beautiful present for a house and signifies elegance, poise, and companionship. They look very impressive, but by nature, they are serene, thus ideal indoor animals. Being so affectionate by nature, they win the hearts of people who love animals throughout the world. If cared for appropriately, they can bloom fast and, for ages to come, shower their love and companionship on owners. Their beauty is not in appearance and serenity alone that they bring into homes.

Persian kittens are small creatures with exceptional beauty and calm temperament, which entitle this breed to the top ranks of the world's favorite cat breeds. Beautiful and luxurious coating, friendly eyes, and friendly nature have a heart-touching effect on any owner. They bring much elegance and serenity to any home, but owning a Persian kitten is a responsibility and a one-way prize. Let's discuss Persian Kittens for Sale Near Me and their uniqueness of charm and care, which comes with being a fluffy little companion.

Unique Beauty of Persian Kittens

Perhaps the most outstanding feature of Persian kittens is their appearance. With large, rounded eyes and flat, doll faces, they seem to fill the air with an aura of timeless elegance. Their thick, long fur makes that sense of majesty all the more fitting but generally requires much grooming to remain soft and shiny. These kittens almost possess every possible color, from snowy white to deep chocolate, and give every Persian beauty that separates one from another.

But the reason why it is the Persian kitten alone makes it special is that besides its look, it has a very calm and gentle nature, which charms the heart of a feline lover. Persian kittens are docile and non-judgmental, which means they tend to thrive as indoor companions. They love being laid on the lap of their owners, and they require lots of attention and care but are never demanding. They create a peaceful atmosphere at any home with soft purrs and a quiet demeanor.

Care for Your Persian Kitten

Persian kittens are really cute, but they require some level of attention to stay well and happy. Their long, lavish coats can become matted if not groomed regularly. Daily grooming will help prevent tangles and diminish shedding. Brushing also distributes the natural oils found within their fur to keep it soft and shiny.

Apart from grooming, Persian kittens need a clean and comfortable setting. Respiration problems sometimes show up due to their flat faces, so the rooms in which they live should be dust- and allergen-free. Persian kittens require frequent visits to the veterinarian and a balanced diet to keep them healthy and strong.

Dreamdoll Persians are quite laid-back but enjoy playing around. Interactive toys that challenge their mind and hunting sense would keep you and your kitten entertained for countless hours. They are gentle and affectionate by nature, so they would most likely form a very close bond with your owner, thus remaining devoted companions for a long time.

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petsvillage · 4 months ago

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Do you feel like ripping out your own hair because of your pet's messy, matted, or scraggly hair? Pet hair can be an ongoing source of concern when it strews over your otherwise spotless floor. Not only can matted hair be unhealthy for pets, but it may also annoy both owners and troublesome pets. But how can one approach such difficult issues? Are there any creative solutions? The effects of matting You might assume that a knot is just a knot. Despite our attempts to act casually, pet hair matting has more detrimental effects than one may think.

It hurts to have matted hair Hair that is matted, particularly pelted hair, presses firmly against the skin. Naturally, this will be very painful. As soon as possible, remove the pellets.

Impacts Blood Flow The mats are constantly tugging and twisting. The persistent pulling will hinder blood flow to other body areas and impair circulation.

A parasite's paradise Fleas and ticks, for example, live in matted hair. You must eliminate them right away because they conceal, spread, and eventually sting your pets' skin with painful bites.

Limits range of motion Mats restrict pet mobility, especially when they're close. Moth mats will keep food and liquids out of the moth's reach. How Not to Matte Dogs with long, curly, or even fine hair frequently get matted. Groomers refer to hair that is near the skin as "pelted" when it is neglected. When hairs tangle and wrap around one another, matting occurs. If left alone, they will eventually gather loose or dead fur and create dense, pelted clumps of hair. They typically show up in high-friction locations. Be aware that some dog breeds have hair that is tangled in cords. Pet owners who own Komondors, Bergamasco Shepherds, or Hungarian Pulis will know this. These ties were originally meant to serve as camouflage for the dogs when they were herding sheep.

Consistent brushing Regularly combing or brushing your pet's hair might help avoid matting. Nevertheless, even with such careful attention to detail, mats may still cause owners trouble. Choose the right kind of brush to help you get over this frustration.

Remove the harnesses and use rolled collars. Of course, tangling occurs in places you seldom ever consider or visit. The answer? Consider them more frequently. This entails taking off collars when your pet isn't out for a stroll. By doing this, matting around the armpit region is avoided. Tangling around the neck can be avoided by wearing a rolled collar.

Schedule regular appointments for grooming. Not only does grooming fulfill the desire for a flawless appearance, but it is also essential for optimal health. Uncomfortable, overgrown nails or hair can make it difficult for a dog to stand straight. Fleas and other vermin make mats their home. A groomer can shave thick melts and give your pet a tidy look, but he can't untangle them.

Keep your dog's fur short. Cutting your pet's hair short is another method to stop them from shedding. It is recommended to give a single-coated dog a short haircut, while a double-coated dog should have a somewhat longer cut.

Taking Regular Baths Depending on how active your dog is, giving it a weekly or fortnightly bath is essential to its health. The accumulation of debris and grime on the skin may lead to matting. If your pet is active, give them more frequent showers.

Look for parasites Mat formation is facilitated by parasites. Check on your pet frequently, especially if they spend a lot of time outdoors. Stopping Shedding For most animals with fur or hair, pet shedding occurs naturally, and it's challenging to totally stop shedding. You can, however, take action to control and reduce shedding. The following advice may help lessen your pet's hair loss:

Consistent grooming Regular brushing will help your pet remove dead and loose hair. You should use a brush that is suitable for the type of coat your pet has (e.g., slicker brush, bristle brush, or deshedding tool). Brushing should be done at least a couple times a week, depending on the breed and type of coat.

Eating healthy A nutritious, well-balanced diet helps maintain a healthy coat. Make sure the proper nutrients, such as omega-3 and omega-6 fatty acids, are given to your pet. These types of nutrients promote healthy skin and reduce shedding.

Taking a shower Using a light pet shampoo to bathe your pet might assist in getting rid of loose hair and preventing matting. But excessive swimming can deplete their skin of natural oils, so bathe them sparingly (usually every 4-6 weeks for dogs, less frequently for cats).

Shampoo that Reduces Allergens Certain specialty shampoos and conditioners are made to help with allergies and lessen shedding. Seek advice from your veterinarian.

Managing the environment To get rid of loose fur from your surroundings, clean your house and wash your pet's bedding. Allergens in the air can also be decreased by using air purifiers equipped with HEPA filters.

Consult a veterinarian. In rare cases, excessive shedding may be a sign of an underlying medical condition such as allergies, parasites, or hormone abnormalities. See your veterinarian for a checkup.

Add-ons Certain supplements, including flaxseed or fish oil, might lessen shedding and enhance coat health. Before introducing any supplements to your pet's diet, speak with your veterinarian.

Temperature regulation You can reduce your pet's tendency to shed by keeping their skin and coat hydrated in dry situations. Seasonal Changes: During seasonal shifts, a lot of animals shed more. Recognize that shedding will increase in the spring and fall, and modify your grooming regimen accordingly.

Neutering or spaying Spaying or neutering a pet can sometimes reduce shedding, particularly hormone-related shedding. This option should be discussed with your veterinarian. Recall that minimizing shedding requires patience and consistency. Different breeds naturally sweat more than others, and not every pet will react in the same way. Reducing shedding and maintaining a cleaner environment can be achieved by using these suggestions and tailoring them to your pet's individual requirements. Bringing back the luster in your dog's coat Like human hair, a dog's greatest asset is its coat. Years of abrasion, rubbing, and mishandling will dull its luster. This is how to make things work again.

Emphasis on a high-protein diet. An inadequate diet is frequently the cause of a dull coat. Proteins support its restoration. Since 90% of a dog's coat is made of protein, a diet low in protein seriously jeopardizes your dog's health. When choosing dog food, protein should be the primary ingredient to take into account.

Consistent Brushing Regular brushing helps keep your pet's coat free of loose hair, dirt, and debris. Additionally, it increases the skin's natural oils, which improves the fur's gloss. The kind of coat on your pet will determine what kind of brush or comb you use. Depending on your pet's breed and level of activity, you may need to modify its bathing routine. Make sure you give your pet the best shampoo and conditioner for their type of coat. Avoid overdoing the showers, as this can remove natural oils from your skin. An oatmeal bath is suggested by some experts as a way to encourage the natural oils found in your pet's hair.

Desiccation: After giving your pet a bath, make sure their coat is totally dry. Use a blow dryer, particularly if the hair is long. Wet fur may matting and fading of luster.

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wyatt-06 · 8 months ago

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10 At-Home Pet Grooming Tips

Tips To Groom Your Pet At Home

Groom your Pet like Pro. Here’s How

Grooming your pet is the most important part of owning a pet. While it's okay to send your pet to a professional pet groomer once in a while, you may find it financially impossible to do so regularly. Here are some basic tips that will help you groom your pet at home.

1. Make Your Pet Comfortable

The first step before you start grooming is to get your pet acquainted with the whole grooming process. Pets, in general, do not like to be groomed so you need to calm down your pet before you start any grooming. You can keep grooming session short initially and reward them with a treat once the grooming is over. Try to restrain them as little as possible and if they show signs of stress or discomfort then stop and try the next day. You can also try to groom them at the end of the day after taking them for a long walk.

2. Invest In Good Quality Grooming Tools

If you regularly groom your pet at home then you should buy some good quality grooming tools. Grooming kits are available in the market that includes clippers, trimmers, nail clippers, brushes, combs and scissors which will make it easier for you to groom your pet at home.

3. Use The Right Brush

Before you bath your dog, you need to brush its coat to free it from mats and tangles and also to remove dead hair. The frequency of brushing your dog depends on its coat type. If your dog has a thick and long fur then you have to brush it regularly and if it has a short coat then it needs to be brushed just once a month. Different types of brushes such as bristle brush for short coat dogs, pin brush for medium to long coat dogs are available, so make sure that you use the right brush for the right coat.

4. Use Good Quality Shampoos And Conditioners

Regular shampoo and conditioners for humans may be toxic for your dog, so make sure that you use shampoos and conditioners for dogs while bathing your pet. Good quality shampoos and conditioners for dogs help in retaining the shine on your dog’s coats and also keeps their coats healthy. If your dog has sensitive skin or allergies then consult a vet before using any shampoos and conditioners.

5. Superior Quality Clippers

Your dog’s fur needs to be trimmed depending on their breed or coat type. Some breeds with double coat need to be frequently trimmed as compared to dogs with short coats. Once you finish bathing your dog, make sure you dry it well using a dry towel or a blow dryer before you start trimming your dog’s fur. Make sure that you use superior quality clippers to trim your dog.

6. Thorough Checkup Of Eyes And Ears

You need to perform a complete checkup of your pets’ eyes to check for any inflammation. Ear infections are very common in dogs so make sure that you check your dog’s ears for any redness, inflammations, smell or discharge. In case you notice any of these, then you need to take your pet to the vet.

7. Trim Your Pets’ Paws

You need to trim the excess hair that grows around your pets’ paws otherwise, dirt and debris could get stuck inside the paw which will cause them pain and make it difficult for them to walk. Trimming your dog’s paws not only helps to improve their traction while walking but also makes it easier for you to clean their paw pad. Use special grooming scissors for this purpose and make sure that they are sharp because you want to cut it as swiftly as possible. However, try not to cut too close to the paw pad as it may hurt your dog.

8. Clip The Nails

Grooming doesn’t end at just bathing and brushing. Your dog’s nails also need to be trimmed every three to four weeks as long nails might cause certain problems like difficulty in walking or running or can even hurt your dog. Start by gently holding your dog’s paw and slowly cutting the nail one at a time. Reward your pet with a treat after trimming each nail to encourage it to remain calm during the whole trimming process. If you are apprehensive to use a nail clipper then you can also use a nail grinder. A nail grinder is a less stressful way to trim your dog’s nails as it gradually grinds the length of the nail.

9. Brush Their Teeth

Dental hygiene is one of the most important for your pets but is often neglected. Poor dental health can lead to other health problems for your pet so make sure that you brush your dog’s teeth at least once a week to maintain good oral hygiene. Toothpaste and toothbrushes specially designed for dogs are easily available in the market so use those and avoid using human toothpaste or toothbrushes as they could harm your dog.

10. Use Only Pet Specific Products

Pets have sensitive skin so make sure that you use only products that are specifically designed for pets. Avoid using products meant for humans on your pet as they may not suit your pets. For example, use shampoos for dogs while bathing your dog as human shampoos are harmful to them. Also, you shouldn’t use products meant for cats on your dog or vice versa.

So now that you are equipped with all the tips, you can easily groom your pet at home. Grooming your pet at home is beneficial to both you and your dog. It not only saves you expenses of visiting a professional pet groomer but also establishes a good bond between you and your pet.

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Unveiling the Balinese Cat Breeds: Elegance in Feline Form

As a close relative of the Siamese cat, the Balinese cat breed is the picture of grace and elegance in the world of cats. is from the United States and is known for having a beautiful look and a charming personality. We go into great detail in this detailed guide about where this interesting breed came from, its traits, how to care for it, and common questions people have about it.

A Look at Balinese Cat Breeds

A Quick Look at Balinese Cat Breeds:

It looks like a skinny, fit cat with beautiful blue almond-shaped eyes and a silky, medium- to long-length coat.

Characteristics: They are known for being friendly and affectionate, smart, and good at talking.

Dogs of this breed are very popular, especially in the US and Europe.

The dogs are friendly, playful, and are often called "people-oriented" because they like being with other people and interacting with them.

Usually live between 12 and 16 years if they get the right care and live a healthy life.

Coat Color: Like the Siamese breed, it has different color points and patterns on its coat.

Is it a Mixed Breed or an Original Breed? The Balinese is an original breed. But there are also mix breeds and hybrids that are out there. Ragdoll, Siamese, Tonkinese, and Himalayan are all common mixes.

How to Take Care of a Balinese Dog

Food

To stay healthy and full of energy, Balinese cats need a well-balanced diet:

High-Quality Cat Food: Give your cat high-quality commercial cat food that meets its nutritional needs, with a focus on lean protein and other important nutrients.

Adequate Hydration: Always make sure they have access to fresh water to stay properly hydrated and help their overall health.

Portion Control: Watch the size of your meals to keep your pet from getting overweight; talk to your vet about how much food to give them.

Getting around

For your Balinese cat's happiness and mental stimulation, it's important to give it the right environment:

Cats love to climb and perch in high places. Give them cat trees and shelves to satisfy their need to climb and explore.

Interactive Toys: Because they are smart and playful, give them a wide range of toys to keep them busy and mentally sharp.

Quiet Places: Give your cat comfortable, quiet places to go to relax and sleep without being bothered.

Taking care of

Your Balinese cat's long, soft coat will stay in great shape if you groom it regularly:

Brushing: Brush their fur often to keep it from getting tangled or matted and to cut down on shedding.

Nail Trimming: Cut their nails regularly to keep them from growing too long and causing problems.

Cleaning Their Ears and Eyes: Clean their ears and eyes gently to get rid of dirt and other things that could cause infections.

How to Take Care

Spend quality time with your cat by playing with it and giving it mental stimulation. Hug them and tell them nice things to build a strong bond and keep them happy.

Tips on How to Buy or Adopt a Balinese Breed

Popular places to visit

People in the United States, where the breed came from, and Europe love Balinese cats the most. People who love cats and families who want an elegant cat as a pet often want them.

Price on Average

The price of a cat can change depending on where it lives, the breeder's reputation, and the cat's pedigree. A well-bred kitten will usually cost between $800 and $2,000 or more.

Adoption and Rescue Groups

You might want to adopt a cat from a reputable animal shelter or a rescue group that specializes in that breed. One well-known name is "Balinese Rescue" in the US, and another is "Siamese Cat Rescue Center" in the same country.

What You Should Check Before Adopting or Buying

Before you buy or adopt a Balinese cat, make sure you:

Check the cat's general health: Make sure it looks healthy, with clean eyes, a shiny coat, and no signs of illness.

Vaccination Status: Make sure the cat has had all of its shots to protect it from common feline diseases.

Medical History: Ask about the cat's medical history to find out about any conditions or treatments it has had in the past.

How to Get Ready for the Life of a Balinese Breed

Three short pieces of advice:

To keep your cat happy and entertained, play with it and give it mental challenges.

To meet their active and social needs, make vertical spaces and cozy retreats.

Groom their silky, elegant coat on a regular basis to keep it looking that way.

Equipment You Need:

Cat Trees: Get your cat a tall, sturdy tree that they can climb and sit on to satisfy their natural urges.

Interactive Toys: Give them toys that will test their intelligence and keep their minds active.

Gentle Brush: To keep their fur in great shape and to avoid tangles, use a soft brush that is right for their coat.

Everyday Illnesses:

Respiratory Infections: To keep them from getting respiratory infections, keep their living space clean and make sure they get their shots on time.

Gastrointestinal Problems: To keep them from getting gastrointestinal problems, feed them a good diet and make sure they can get clean water.

Periodontal Disease: Taking care of your teeth regularly, like brushing and using dental treats, can help keep problems from happening.

Vaccines that are needed:

Feline Virus-Respiratory Tract Infection (FVRCP)

Cat Calicivirus (FCV)

Panleukopenia in cats (FP)

Names for the Balinese breed

It's important to pick a name for your cat that fits its style and elegance. Names like "Luna" or "Mystique" will capture their mysterious beauty.

Finally, the Balinese cat is a great pet for anyone who loves cats because it is graceful, smart, and has a charming personality. You can make sure your cat has a happy and full life by giving it the right care, a loving home, and regular visits to the vet.

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SENSES AND OTHER SPECIFIC HCs. // RAZOR.

what does your muse smell like ?

the forest. an earthy scent that reminds you of freshly turned dirt & leaf litter. there's a lingering smell of animal about him - distinctly canine in nature, the scent of damp fur and beastly musk, strong enough to be noticed but subtle enough to not be unpleasant. and always in the air around him is the faint smell of burning atmosphere, a scent that tingles the nose and summons the imagery of an oncoming storm.

what do your muse’s hands feel like ?

rough and calloused, from years of life in the wilds. hands are meant to be used, and used they are. they hunt, they prepare food, they break up wood for fires. they clamber, they scramble, they dig. they wield tools and weapons, they claw and scratch. hands must be strong to protect the pack, protect the family.

what does your muse usually eat in a day ?

meat. lots of meat. he does include portions of fruit and vegetables from time to time, but the majority of his diet revolves around meat. the humans in his life have steered him towards other foods and helped him discover new tastes, so he has some occasional variety, but he always falls back on his familiar staple

does your muse have a good singing voice ?

that's a matter of debate. he probably wouldn't be terrible if he tried, but as talking is hard enough work, singing is not something he has any interest in. he does love a good howl, however, and he's very adept at hitting those varying notes in order to communicate with his pack.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks ?

so, so many. by the standards of human society, anyway. he has a bad habit of putting things in his mouth to bite, the way a dog would, in order to explore its taste, texture, etc. he initially sits awkwardly in chairs, hunched into a crouch, but is quick to adapt once he observes others sitting around him. he very rarely uses cutlery or utensils to eat and tears at his food with his fingers. as for nervous ticks, he fidgets a lot when he's uncomfortable or uncertain, and tilts his head and/or has twitchy facial expressions, as if emulating the physical signs of emotion in a canine's body language.

what does your muse usually look like/wear ?

razor has his favourite attire of loose, comfortable clothing and his hooded coat/cloak. his hair used to be a wild, tangled, matted mess until his human friends taught him how to care for it, which he now maintains. it's still frequently tangled and wild, but he makes attempts to tame it far more often than he used to.

is your muse affectionate ? How so ?

incredibly so. he loves to touch and be touched (though this was not the case at first) and shows his affection through physical contact. he's also a gift-giver - even something as small and simple as a handful of berries foraged on a walk. most of all, he protects. he'll lay down his life in defence of someone he cares for as a means of showing what they mean to him.

what position does your muse sleep in ?

if he's with the pack, he's always curled up in a heap with the other wolves. if sleeping around humans, he tends to curl up in a tight ball (sometimes on the bare ground or without blankets), with his face tucked under an arm or buried in his long tail of hair.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room ?

if he wants you to hear him, yes. growing up with the stealth of wolves has given him a light step and a natural instinct to be silent upon approach, but he tries to avoid sneaking up on friends, so will deliberately make his steps harder and more distinct, or will allow his clothing to rustle or jingle as he moves.

#;i am just me. i am razor (headcanons; razor)

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3 Best Detanglers For Yorkies To Prevent Knots and Mats

Due to their long hair, Yorkshire Terriers are extremely prone to tangles. And if your pooch has floor-length hair, you’ll lose your sanity trying to work the knots out. This will not be the case if you’re armed with the best detangler for Yorkies. This spray is formulated to loosen the most stubborn knots and tugs on a dog’s coat. It will save you from the mind-racking task of combing through tangled dog fur. Here, I reviewed three of the tried-and-tested detangler sprays I used on my Yorkies. It will help you manage the pooch’s long fur without spending hours grooming.

Why do Yorkies get mats and knots?

Any dog with long fur will be prone to mats and tangles. This happens when the fur gets clumped or entwined. Over time, the ruffled fur will tighten and stick together, resulting in problematic knots. Most of the time, Yorkies develop tangles on its neck where the collar sits. Prolonged wearing of harnesses can also cause massive tangles. Going out on a windy day and forgetting to brush its coat will also result in nasty snags. Take note that dogs that are fully bathed can still develop tangles if not brushed properly. The moisture will cause the hair strands to stick together and curl. When it dries that way, you’ll face a bad case of knots. It’s a hassle for you and painful for your dog. The good news is that this tangled fur has a very simple solution: a detangler spray. Below, I reviewed three options you can use for your Yorkie.

Best Detangler For Yorkies - My 3 Proven Picks

OUR #1 CHOICE OUR TOP PICK: BioSilk Therapy Detangling Spray For Dogs My top choice for the best dog detangler for Yorkies is the BioSilk Therapy Detangling Spray For Dogs. This is formulated with aloe vera, soy protein, oat extracts, jojoba oil, and other natural ingredients. So while untangling your Yorkie’s fur, it also moisturizes and conditions the coat. It’s hitting two birds with one stone when using this spray. Aside from that, this formula is pH balanced and safe to use alongside flea and tick treatments. It’s also silk-infused to help keep your Yorkie’s coat lustrous. Above all, this is safe to use on puppies as young as 8 weeks old. The BioSilk Therapy Detangling Spray is free from parabens and sulfates. You can use this even on the most sensitive dog. It is the best detangler for dogs. It helps reduce fur pulling, matting, and tangling while leaving a smell fresh. This is the best dog detangler spray. From ears to tail, this detangling spray will retain your pet’s beautiful coat. Since it’s made as a detangler, don’t expect this formula to give you Yorkie’s coat a lot of shine. Other than that, this is very effective in fixing tangles. You’ll also receive two bottles for this price range, which is already a steal. RUNNERS-UP Another option I recommend is the Kibble Pet Miracle Dematter Spray. It boasts organic ingredients like sunflower seed oil, argan oil, coconut oil, and aloe vera. All of these are excellent in loosening tight knots on your Yorkie’s fur. But, most of all, these botanicals are natural moisturizers that will restore the plump and fluff of your dog’s coat. Aside from that, this is a hypoallergenic formula suitable for all dog breeds and coat types. It will help reduce itchiness without using harmful parabens, SLS, petroleum, and harsh soaps. This is a human-grade product guaranteed to be safe for the most sensitive Yorkies. Moreover, the Kibble Pet Miracle Detangling Spray is pH-balanced based on canine skin. It’s also a cruelty-free formula, which is something many pet owners consider paramount. I also like that this dematter spray is also made to neutralize malodors. So even if your Yorkie is yet to have a bath, this spray will help prevent the formation of unpleasant smells. The only thing I noticed is that it takes a large amount to fully demat a dog. For this price range, it’s a bit of a splurge. But considering its all-natural blend, every dollar is worth it. My last pick is the Warren London Dog Dematting & Detangler Spray. It works wonders on detangling and fixing mats on any dog breed coat. It’s specifically helpful for Yorkies and other canines with non-shedding fur that gets knotted easily. Moreover, this detangling spray has aloe vera, jojoba oil, vanilla bean, and mineral oil. It penetrates the dog’s coat to unravel the most stubborn tangles. This acts as a lotion but without stickiness and greasiness. It's a great hair detangler for dogs. I personally like the subtle vanilla scent that keeps Yorkies smelling fresh. It’s not overpowering, and it will even neutralize a bad smell. You’ll have peace of mind because this is free from parabens, alcohol, and harsh chemicals. This is also pH-balanced to remain gentle on the dog’s skin. Take note that this is a detangler only and won’t clean your Yorkie’s coat. Nevertheless, it still conditions and soothes dry skin. My only tip is to spray this on your palms then massage it to your dog. This isn’t a spray mist, so each spray is concentrated on a single spot. The formula is also a bit thick, which requires a little rubbing to work.

How to choose the best detangler for Yorkies

If you’re not familiar with detangler products, the following points will help you pick the best one: ✔️Ingredients The very first thing you should check is the ingredients of the detangler spray you’re going to get. As much as possible, get a detangler spray made of natural ingredients. Natural oils like jojoba, coconut, and argan are proven to be effective detanglers while nourishing your Yorkie’s coat. Aside from that, aloe vera and silk are great additions as well. You should avoid synthetic chemicals like parabens, phthalates, and formaldehyde, as these will compromise your dog’s safety. ✔️Odor The odor of the detangler is a big factor since canines have a strong sense of smell. Always choose mild and natural odors over overpowering perfumes. Besides, your dog doesn’t really need to smell like a bed of roses. A mild whiff would do to please your nose and to neutralize malodors. Just remember that detangler sprays aren’t meant to be used as shampoo. While some formulas can clean, it’s not the product’s main purpose. ✔️Finish The finish of the detangler refers to how it will make the coat look once it dries. I always recommend a non-greasy and non-oily finish to prevent weighing down your dog’s fur. A sticky finish will just make more tangles in the long run. ✔️Consistency Detangler sprays are either runny or thick. Runny formulas can be sprayed as a mist for easier application. Meanwhile, thick detangler sprays require you to massage a dollop into your Yorkie’s coat to untangle and demat. ✔️Container Another thing you should check is the container used for the detangler. Make sure that the spray is working well and that the bottle doesn’t leak. This is just a small detail, but it will make a big difference in the convenience of applying the formula. ✔️Price Lastly, you should check the value for money of the detangler formula you’re going to buy. Investing in a natural and gentle formula is always the best move, even if it will cost you a few more bucks.

Tips to remove tangles from your Yorkie’s coat

Removing tangles from your Yorkie’s coat will put your patience to the test. Instead of losing your sanity, you can do the following tips: - Don’t pull! Pulling the snag will just make it worse. Your dog will also be hurt and will dread the next time you touch its coat. Instead, spray the detangler formula and fiddle the tangle with your fingers. This will help loosen up the knot so that you can unravel it slowly. - Keep your dog calm. You can’t fix tangled fur if your Yorkie will keep escaping and running from you. It’s important to keep the pooch calm so that you can work on the snags properly. - Isolate the tangle. Before you try to remove the tangle, you should isolate it from the rest of your dog’s coat. This will prevent more hair from getting entwined to the knot. - Use a dematting comb. A dematting comb is an excellent pair with a detangler spray. It will help break the hair strands apart without breaking or pulling them too much. - Use rewards. If your Yorkie isn’t cooperating, you can use food rewards to make the experience positive. However, avoid over-indulging your canine as treats can easily add up to their caloric intake. - Detangle regularly. Yorkshire Terriers have flowy and long hair. It can sustain tangles easily, so you should practice brushing and detangling regularly. A five-minute brushing session each day will help a lot in keeping snags at bay. - Brush along the grain. When brushing and detangling your dog’s fur, you should always do so along the direction where the fur grows. This will prevent you from pulling the hair and causing more tangles in the long run.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: Can I use a human detangler spray on my dog? A: Human-grade detangler sprays will work in loosening knots on your dog’s fur. However, the formula may cause skin irritations since canines have a different pH level than humans. It’s still best to purchase a detangler spray made for pets to ensure that your Yorkie will be safe. Q: Why is my Yorkie’s hair matting? A: Matting in dogs happens when its hair isn’t groomed well. And since Yorkies don’t shed, their hair will continue to grow, which will make it prone to matting and tangles. This is highly preventable with the use of the right detangling spray and dematting tool. Q: Should you cut mats out of dog hair? A: Cutting your dog’s mats isn’t the only solution to the problem. Before you reach for the scissors, you should use a detangler spray first. This should loosen the knots as you fiddle them with your finger. You should apply the detangler spray lavishly to fix the most stubborn tangles on your dog’s coat. Q: Can I use coconut oil to detangle my dog’s hair? A: Coconut oil is a great alternative if you need to fix tangles on your dog’s fur. Just make sure that the coconut oil isn’t hot, as it will scald your pet’s skin. Also, be modest with the amount as coconut oil is greasy and will weigh down your dog’s hair. When that happens, more dirt will cling to the strands and will cause further matting. Q: What do you do for a severely matted dog? A: If your Yorkie is severely matted, the best thing to do is clip its fur short. You can take the pooch to a groomer for professional removal of the mats. The longer your dog’s hair is, the tighter the mats will be. Q: How do you make a homemade dog detangler spray? A: If you don’t have a detangler spray handy, you can make one at home. Simply mix two tablespoons of your dog’s leave-in conditioner with warm water. Shake this and make sure that the conditioner is mixed well before use. The slick characteristic of conditioners will help loosen tangled hair.

Final words

The best dog detangler for Yorkies will save you from endless snags and knots that just won’t go away. It also helps reduce bad smells while conditioning your pet’s skin. Just make sure that it has safe ingredients and botanicals that will detangle without harmful chemicals. What do you think of these detangler sprays? Have you used any of these before on your dog? Share your thoughts below! Read the full article

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Claws of Carnality | jjk (8)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: smut, fluff and angst, abo/werewolf!au, soulmate!au, fantasy!au

Rating: 18+ / nsfw

Word Count: 7.8k we really can’t ever have a short chapter around here smh

Summary: Alacrity augments you in the aftermath of your alpha’s perfervid performance and in his subsequent summoning of you, neither of you can stave off sin from overwhelming you in the desire for each other that consumingly captures the wolf and his mate.

Warnings: alpha!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sub! reader, omega!reader, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of blood, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scenting, dirty talk (lbr I love that shit), praising, fingering (just a smidge), grinding, fellatio (cock sucking), cock worship (just a bit), breast/nipple play, nipping, sucking, begging, muscle kink, scratching, cum eating, manhandling, cursing, wet and messy sex (kind of), size kink, hair pulling, impreg kink, dual orgasms

A/N: So, this chapter took a bit longer to get out due to graduate applications, schoolwork and inclement weather that took out my Wi-Fi, lol. It also went through a series of deletions because I felt self-conscious after the original posting of chapter seven, but eventually, it came along to what I had pictured in my mind despite the rework to the style of this chapter that I hoped to make easier for you guys to read with lessened uses of terminology/vocabulary. Also, I’m not the best at writing this type of smut, so please go easy on me!

Oh, and the gif that you guys see at the top? That’s Jungkook’s outfit inspiration for what he wears at the end of the chapter. :)

As always, please share with me your thoughts about my work! There is no greater reward to writing than seeing what your readers think of what you spent so much time to create. I am eager to know what you guys make of my story, so please don’t hesitate to let me know what your thoughts are because I love to hear it!

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Meekness muddies you in the solid substratum of it that settles over your throat as you try to keep from liquifying under your alpha’s scorching gaze that leaves no part of you unscoured by its high heat.

It muffles you to a mutter as you struggle to swallow what little spittle has not dried up in your mouth at the parching sight of him as you manage, “Alpha….what are you doing?”

There had been something else you’d wanted to ask him, but in the roots that tangle thoughts around him, your perception is twisted by your peripheral field that extends only for the half nude man that looks fixedly at you.

Jungkook smirks before cocking his head to the side in quick movement in a display of avid amusement before he utters, “Is it not obvious to you, pretty? I’m stripping and shedding myself of the clothing I wore to entice you. It has served its purpose,” He turns to pierce you with a dark glare as he leans back on the wooden table behind him, the burled brawn of his arms bearing his weight as he leans back on them while his supple skin shines with the sweat that sluices it as he taunts, “I no longer require them here. Others may look at me, but no one but you, my mate, shall ever be able to touch me.”

You whine a that, your silver irises interspersed with golden streaks shimmering over him as they sliver down from perfectly plump lips that have spoken such sweet nothings to you and bedecked you in his brand as your hand absentmindedly rises to lay over the purpled petal he’d made ascend amidst the garden of you in his efforts to tend to his terrace.

You trail your visage over to the Adam’s apple that juts proudly out from the column of his neck, an irrational urge sprouting to life within you in the need to nip it for daring to sweetly stick out like the ripest berry from the sturdiest stem you’ve ever laid your eyes upon.

You lick at your dried lips that are not slicked against the tongue that tries to wet them from the arid desert of your mouth that your alpha radiates away from you as your sight slides lower until it settles over the bodacious bough of his chest that branches brashly with muscles along every inch of him, your fingers twitching in remembrance of how strong and sinewy he’d been under your digits as you’d brushed them against him.

When your sight drops along the thatched thighs that the fabric strains stiffly against in its stretch over them, a picturesque memory of what you’d done atop of one of them paints colorfully itself in your mind.

Its vibrant vividity has you biting your tongue to keep from releasing another sound as your cheeks turn themselves red like the rose you are to him while your alpha grins at the vivacious view of you, wholly intrigued by the spectacle that is you as you struggle against the slump that soon has you falling back against the door as you whimper in the damning distance between you and your alpha that takes him away from you far too much.

“Jungkook,” you imploringly plead.

Your alpha chuckles at that to push off the vanity behind him with no effort at all before he strides over to the chaise lounge made from the leather of aged cattle against the timbered wall. He is slow in the languid lowering of himself over it, his back resting against the arm of the piece of furniture as he husks, “Bring yourself over to me, pretty,” his voice deepens before one hand rises, his fingers curling inward in a come-hither motion that has your heart stuttering in the excitement electrifying it as he orders, “Come and sit on your alpha’s lap, my omega, and tell to me all that you thought of my performance that was devoted solely to you.”

In the scarlet moonlight crimson as blood that drips like wax from a never burning candle’s wick from the glass window behind him, the color sinfully stains him in a dangerous sheen of a garnet glow that emanates effervescently off him in everything that promises impurity as his eyes glint goadingly at you from around the blackened wisps of his locks that have fallen around them.

As a creature that has only known chastity’s constraining shackles your whole life in your wait for your mate, you very much want them to be crushed under your alpha’s heel, for he has already caused them to crack amidst the sweet pleasure he’s delivered to you in the forest and in the sanctity of your own chambers.

As if caught in his unyielding undercurrent, your body moves under his watery sway that sweeps you forth. Perhaps it is the omega in you that is utterly unable to resist temptation taking its form in Jungkook. Maybe it is the inescapably inexorable draw to him that paws at you to be near to him lest you incur its fangs if he is absent and away from you.

Conceivably, it could be both that have you pad forward without pause as he watches you with interest while you move, his golden irises never drifting from your own as a wave of heat falls over them and, in your undertow he’s surrounded you in, it washes over you, too.

Once you stand before him, he makes a sound of appreciation as he appraises you attentively.

One hand sinks under the furs that hide you from him, each finger suggestively sidling up along your waist while the other palm joins it on the other side as you close your eyes while your arms wrap around his muscled shoulders, his calloused and strong digits dipping deliciously over your soft skin as he hums, “Mmm, that’s a good girl. I like it when you’re obedient like this. You’re so receptive to me already, pretty,” His hands sensuously slide downward, his fingers streaming outward like a consumingly surrounding sea that washes you over in his thrilling touch while he splays his legs out before, all in one fluid motion, he pulls you forward until you fall like the tide over his hips as each of your legs pools on either side of him only for him to smirk as he amusedly muses, “So responsive to me, too, my mate. You do not resist me at all. You’re so willing to submit, aren’t you, sweetling?”

Not prepared for the sudden shift in position, you gasp in surprise, your eyes shooting open to be submerged by his golden irises beginning to seep with the licentious lust that dooms you in their dusky dimness. They beckon you to lose yourself in his deep depths, one hand diving under the thin terrain of your gown only for him to trickle the phalanges of his fingers along the soft skin of your leg. He’s unrushed and unhurried as his digits drip their warmth over you to flow over your ankle through his ascent upward, his digits oozing along aqueously while his fingers spread outward like a tributary that must get its fill as he drags them ceaselessly along.

Your breath wells up in your lungs in the anticipation that swims there and when his hand torturously trails over your thigh only to brutishly, brutally halt his ministrations, that’s when you whine, your arms tightening around him as you lean forward to lay your forehead against his own as you whisper, “Please, alpha.”

Your alpha croons, his index finger running in circles along the innermost part of your leg that borders along the sex that has not stopped crying for him since his performance as he says, “I know what you want, pretty. Do you want your alpha to take care of you again like I did in the forest? It would be so easy. I could make you fall apart so quickly with how readily you receive me, my mate,” His digit dribbles impossibly closer to where you want him most, a shaky breath falling from your lips as one of your own hands veers down over his chiseled chest, catching on all the defined muscles that ripple in its wake before it settles over his heart that beats briskly in the same time as your own that instantly stammers when his finger stops once more as you whimper out while your alpha’s eyes narrow, “Much as I wish to give to you what I know you desire, you’re going to answer to me before I do anything else, pretty. You have such a pretty voice. Use it for me, my mate.”

Your irises slip below to his lips that move so very precariously with how close you are to them and an urge soaks you to feel them, your other hand dowsing him in your touch as you draggle it along the back of his nape and up along his neck until your fingers tentatively trace the outline of them. You etch his rounder and fuller lower lip into your memory as you draw your digit around the upper one, entirely entranced by the cupid’s bow that crowns the middle of his top lip and the way that a long, pink tongue is swift to poke out of the mouth he parts for you in your exploration of him.

He laves it first along the bottom one to carefully coat it in saliva that gleams against the soft firelight that licks at your alpha from the corner of the chamber and when he dares to lap the muscle along the underside of your finger at the same time the palm on your thigh trails forbiddingly forth to cup your womanhood, you mewl.

The lewd sight stirs within you a hunger for that which only your alpha can sate.

It is as if his tongue are hands are the keys that unlocks the cage of words in your mind that he’d been the one to padlock there as you breathe, “I would very much like that, but you’ve been so good to me. You made me feel so wonderful in the forest and even dedicated that stunning performance to me that made me fall impossibly harder for you, my alpha,” you breathily profess while you pigment the column of his neck with the stain of your lips as you lightly graze your teeth along the notch you’d been staring at before to whisper, “You were so mesmerizing up on that stage while you danced for me. I’ve never seen a creature as enchanting as you were,” the hand that you’d left over his heart begins its journey anew as you veer toward the bulge in his pants that he unabashedly displays to you while you offer, “You’ve done so many other things that have exhibited your sentiments for me and I want to give you something in return. Please, let me show to you how special you make me feel, Jungkook.”

Your hand has barely even lain itself over his member that hardens at your very words before there’s a growl, your alpha’s hand extricating itself from between your legs to encircle around your dainty wrist as he roughly pulls it up and between the two of you before he warns, “Do not toy with me, my omega. Once you start, you’re going to finish, yeah? I can only control myself so much with you looking so goddamn beautiful for me while you’re on my lap like this.”

You lick your lips to whisper, “I have no intentions of playing with you, Jungkook. I only wish to please my alpha if he will allow me to indulge in him like I’ve wanted to for so very long,” you fully seat yourself on him, your clothed sex rubbing against him as you grind atop him while the hand on your waist bunches the fabric around it to draw it up and away from you to ease your access as your head dips down so that you can imbibe yourself of his taste after being denied it in the woodland, “I’m so parched, alpha…please, help me. You’re the only one that can.”

The moment your mouth ghosts over the sternocleidomastoid muscle along his neck and your breath warmly whisks itself over him, he releases you only for his hand to tangle in your hair as he rasps, “That’s right, my mate. No one but me can quench you like I can. You want to satisfy me, pretty?” His hips impetuously impulse upward against your own as he hisses, “Do it, then. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

Needing no further coaxing, you press your lips against him in a chaste, short osculation that earns a rumble from his throat in a sound that has you smiling against him as you string a line of wet kisses over him, your hips rolling atop the tented bulge that hardens inconceivably more under you as you moan at the delicious friction that cascades through you with every eddy of your hips along his member that is all too fast to try to escape his trousers.

Raptness for you floods his irises and it swells around you until you take one of his hands to delve under the furs that conceal you from him, his head falling back when you swirl your sex over him while you slide his fingers over the exposed sliver of skin between your breasts, his digits diving under the thin material of your bodice to palm at your tit as you sigh in satisfaction at the way his long, slender fingers sinfully swathe you in their hold.

Your alpha husks, “Gods, these tits were fucking made for this. They were made for me.”

“Yes, alpha…all for you,” you breathe as he kneads at your tit while you continue your expedition along the mountainous terrain of his chest and when he brings his lip between his teeth at the sight of your hooded gaze as you stare hungrily back at him, he watches the way that your irises flick toward the peaked summit of the same nipple that had taunted you from under the enclosure of the sheer shirt he’d worn to agonizingly afflict you earlier.

When you glance back at his eyes for permission, they flash dangerously at you and with a swivel of your hips that has him momentarily shutting his eyes, you seize your opportunity and enclose your mouth around the dark nipple to suckle at him only to earn a guttural groan from him as his back bows inward while his fingers dig into your hip at the same time that the digits in your hair curl inward to pull tightly as he utters, “Fuck, pretty. That feels amazing. Keep going, my omega. You’re making your alpha feel so good.”

Your wolf preens at the praise, your tongue daubing his tender areola in kittenish licks as you suction the sensitive skin between your lips, your other hand pawing at his pectoral while his thumb flitters over your own nipple only to have you quicken your pace as he strums you like an instrument atop of him.

You soon shift your attention to the other neglected bud, your lips enveloping him as he grunts with the way that you scuff your nails down his swollen peak while you twirl your tongue along the abandoned areola.

Distracted by your ministrations to his chest, your alpha does notice the way your hand seeps down his chest until it bears down over the fully hardened member to have him buck from underneath you. The movement jostles you atop him and, accidently, you nip at him only for him to pinch your own nipple between his fingers in punishment as you whimper.

Through it all, your hips do not cease their undulations over him as they continue to rotate rapturously around him, the pleasure too sweetly succulent as it glazes over you the longer that you lather yourself on him.

You are steadfast in your venturous voyage to discover more of your alpha as you frisk your tongue along the underside of his pec before continuing your descent toward the steep sierra that rises tall between his legs.

You hadn’t realized you’d been staring at his now engorged, edematous buds, but the fingers in your hair constrict around you to condense your vision only to golden irises that flare fiercely at you when he rumbles out, “Up here, pretty. I want to see your eyes while you use your mouth on me.”

“Yes, alpha,” you obediently reply as you press a hot, open-mouthed kiss over each of the eight abdominal muscles that comprise an impressive slew of sinew over the skin of his belly.

With the choker clasped around your neck, you can only go so far before it unforgivingly cuts into you and with one last sweep of your tongue along the ridges between his abs, you rise to plant your hands on his chest as he rolls your nipple expertly between two fingers, a moan tumbling from your lips as you grind with fervor over him.

Wanting him to feel just as pleasured as you are, you lay your palm flat over him, your fingers furling around him to give him a small squeeze that earns a groan him that is drawn out when you lean forward to drag your lips along the underside of his jaw that he presents to you under the light, soft brush of your mouth over him.

One of his hands finds itself under your chin, two fingers grasping your jaw as he pulls your chin up while he husks, “You really do want to please me, don’t you, pretty? If you want me that bad,” he sits up with you still sat on his lap, his eyes scintillating lethally as the pad of his thumb slides up to nudge along your lip, your saliva dripping and coating the digit that he uses to penetrate the warmth of your mouth that you close around him as he growls, “Get on your knees and take this cock into your mouth. Drink from me until you’re so full of me that you won’t wish for anything else to feed that thirsting desire within you.”

Under his command that sidles swelteringly through golden irises from under his locks, you shakily exhale when he extracts his finger from your mouth, each of you watching the way your spittle clasps itself to him before breaking off and falling between you.

You whine at the loss of him, but you know that you won’t leave you empty for long and the thought energetically bounds through you like a sylph springing through the air.

He easily lifts you from his lap and sets you on the carpeted floor, your limbs far too weak to support your weight without him as he helps you to fold your legs under you so that you sit on your heels like he’d ordered you to do.

A lagoon of fabric from your skirts profoundly puddles and spills outward around you as you stare at the bloated bulge in his trousers, your salivary glands secreting spit as your mouth waters at the prospect of what you’re about to do.

Your fingers fiddle with the linen lining the end of your alpha’s trousers, however, as diffidence coils around your ribs.

You have never pleasured a man with your mouth before, for it is a rule that such intimate practices are not to be engaged in unless a wolf has presented as either an alpha, omega or beta.

At your hesitance that is made palpable in the way that you chew at your lip, your alpha softens if only for a moment as he hunches over you, both hands laying along the sides of your jaw as his tone lightens when he asks, “What is it, pretty? Are you having second thoughts? It’s alright if you are. I would never have you do anything you didn’t want to do.”

His support only makes you want him more, for there is care that he’s imbued innately in each word that flowers within you under his reaching radiance.

His irises search your own beseechingly and you place your own palm atop of his as your cheeks redden with embarrassment that shyly quiets you to a whisper as you tentatively confess, “It’s just…it’s just that I’ve, well…I’ve never done this before. I want to satisfy you, alpha, but I just don’t know if I’ll be good at it or if I’ll even make you feel half as fulfilled as you did for me in the forest.”

Your alpha only smirks at that, his expression darkening damningly as understanding shadows him while he utters, “All the better for me, my omega,” He turns his hand to capture your fingers between his own as your digits intertwine with his own as he drifts your joined hands toward his weeping member, “The only cock you will learn to fuck with that little mouth of yours will be mine. You shall only know my knot on your tongue. I alone will gladly teach and instruct you on how to pleasure your mate, pretty.”

Familiar fire ignites in you as his promises plunder your being with anticipation. He strews your hand just above where his tip leaks through the linen before, with a scalding glance, one of his palms is crossed over the other and without pause, he trails them seductively slow up his thigh in a path that will drive him right where he needs it.

You watch, entirely engrossed, as fingers are rubbed against his member, a heaved breath forcing itself through ajar lips that follow with a clenched jaw as he rasps, “The first thing you would want to do is get me hard like this, pretty. I don’t have to be for you to take me in your mouth, but it’s better if you, ah-“ you spare no time in replacing his hands with one of your own, your fingers stroking him through the fabric as he groans, “-Yes, pretty, just like that. Shit. Take my cock out now. The pleasure is increased tenfold when there are no barriers that bar you from me.”

You obey, your breath hitching at his considerably large size once again as your alpha makes quick work of his soiled trousers.

Your ardent awaitment of him is not long when he sheds the last piece of clothing he’d had only for your eyes to widen as large as stars at the sight that greets you.

Your eyes widen in wonderment as you quietly gasp, “Alpha, it’s… it’s enormous. You’re magnificent, but,” you gulp as you stare, “do you think that will fit?”

Your alpha caresses your jaw as he coos, “It will fit if I wish it to. You were designed and created for me by the moon above, pretty. I know you can take me.”

Nestled between thick thighs, his sizeable shaft arcs upward like a crescent moon with constellated veins spanning through the sky of his skin, the bulbous head framing it all where it hovers over his abdominals like a planet that you’d very much like to explore yet have never seen before.

“Still, how are you even larger than before, Jungkook?” You blurt, your fingers dipping down to gingerly pad over him in your fascination of his behemoth dimensions as he bites down on his tongue to keep from bucking underneath you, for he does not want to startle you.

Between his legs, you stare at him with the eyes of a doe rather than a wolf from your inexperience that tucks your tail between your legs and he is intent on ensuring that nothing will deter you from venturing out into the field where he waits anxiously for you.

“This is what you do to me, pretty. You make me like this, for it is my need for you that makes me so much bigger to you than before. I have been denied of you for far too long, my omega,” his fingers enclose around your wrist as fervid fervor fills his irises before he orders, “Put your little hands around me, pretty. You can be as gentle, or as rough, as you wish.”

You do as he says, instantly wrapping your hands around him and then blinking innocently at him as you tilt your head to the side in question.

The moment your touch titillates him, his brows pull together in concentration, for your fingers are far smaller and more delicate than his own in their timidity that holds them back.

Despite it all, you are a sight that is far too beautiful to behold as he encourages, “That’s it, my omega. Now, open wide and take me.”

Tentatively, you part your lips as each of your hands bring his member down to your gaping maw. The closer it gets to your mouth, the more colossal it towers over you. All it takes for you to gulp and push down the lump of apprehension in your throat is one glance up at your alpha, whose irises simmer over your own with the heat of the sun as he draws his lip between his teeth while he devours the vivid visage of you between his legs.

There’s so much you want to say to him, but right now, there’s only one thing that can possibly show to him what you feel for him.

When he finally breaches you and his heavy girth falls over your tongue, it is warm like the rest of him and engorged with the blood that rushes to it as you try to nestle him between your lips the best that you can.

He tastes of a musky tanginess that is mixed with a salty, briny tint. You find that it is not an unpleasant flavor.

Your walls contract around nothing when you watch his face contort to one born of pleasure in an accidental brush of your tongue along the underside of his shaft in your attempts to gorge yourself of more of him. Like this, his base is still grasped by each hand as he sinks his fingers into your tresses to urge you forward impossibly more.

Like this, he’s resplendently ravishing as he succumbs to the damned delirium that you are solely and wholly the bringer of.

You’re not sure if the human body was created for this purpose, but you do know that your alpha’s pleasure is the only thing that matters to you now. There’s a feral rawness in him that has slept in him and you want to be the one to awaken it. You’ve always been a stubborn creature and you aren’t about to let unseeded unsurety stop you now when you can see the glimpses of the satisfaction you could grant him like he has for you.

There’s something so gratifying in knowing that you could be the source of his pleasure and so, you experimentally swirl your tongue around his tip that sobs with precum as you allow him to plunge himself even deeper inside your mouth.

Your alpha’s head is thrown back at that as he groans, “Yeah, fuck, pretty. Gods, I knew you could do this. So fucking perfect me, my omega… my mate.”

Inch by impossible inch, your alpha penetrates you inconceivably as you lick at him like a cat starved of its water for days. The hand in your hair starts to push and pull you to and fro and you watch, captured by captivation, as your alpha’s breaths begin to become uneven and heave into pants as he stares heatedly at you.

“Use your hands, pretty. Touch me.” Your alpha husks and you obey, each of your hands constringing around what you can’t fit inside your mouth as you stroke him up and down, your fingers catching along the veins that you take care to caress as you squeeze in a vice-like grip his member that throbs under you.

Your alpha gives a grunt of approval, his back arching as his eyes screw shut under your ministrations as his lips part in pleasure.

Your confidence grows the longer that you lave at him, unsure of what you are doing but nonetheless spurred into action as your alpha clutches your hair between his fingers to secure you to him as you fleetingly flick your wet muscle against his sensitive glans while your alpha laments.

As you stare up at him, he is carnality’s manifestation in the way that the scarlet light erotically colors him in passion’s dangerous hue, his sculpted brows scrunched together under wild curls that curve voluptuously along his angular face.

Lost in him, you make the mistake of scraping your teeth against him only to earn a sharp hiss from him as his fingers tighten in your locks.

Breathless, your alpha’s eyes open while he grimaces, “Loosen your jaw, pretty girl. That hurts, yeah? Try not to graze me with those teeth of yours. I know you can do that, can’t you, sweetling?”

You pull off him with an apology already on your lips, “I’m sorry, alpha. I didn’t mean to harm you. I’ll be better for you, I promise.”

Your alpha coos, “You already are the best for me, pretty,” he brushes his knuckles under your mandible, “There is no one I would do this with beyond you. You’re mine and you will learn, my mate. I do not expect you to be perfect when this is your first time. You’ve been doing so well already, my omega. All you need to do is relax for me.”

Your wolf bays at his praise, affection for him blooming inside you as his words water you.

You heed your alpha’s command, your maw slackening as you guide him back between your lips. This time, you swallow him as far back as you can possibly guzzle him, your mouth flooded of all that is him as you whirl your tongue lasciviously around him.

Your fingers compress around his base while one hand, with renewed spirit, seeps over his balls as you fondle them, your alpha’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as you claw away at the last of his control to cause him to buck into your mouth, his cock driving itself even deeper down your throat until it buries itself so far back that it blocks your airway, hot tears quick to burn at the edges of your eyes as he hits your pharynx and blocks your airway.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Suck me, my mate.” Your alpha drawls out, the efforts of speaking laboriously difficult in the breaths that strain to dislodge themselves and leave him.

It is a sensation you have never felt before to have your mouth so thoroughly filled and though it is not the most comfortable, the pleasure lies not in you, but rather within your mate and in what you are swiftly reducing him to. You would do this a thousand times if it meant wracking your alpha to this.

Ever the dutiful omega, you follow his decree. You hollow your cheeks as you bob your head along his length while you suckle him enthusiastically, inhaling through your nose in spite of the breath that eludes you throat.

“Gods, yeah, pretty. Right there, right there. Fuck me, you’re going to drive me crazy, ” Your alpha rasps as you unsuccessfully try to silence the gag that erupts in the back of your mouth while his fingers knead into your hair to tug at the roots as he thrusts into your mouth to plummet lecherously lower.

Spit pools in every crevice of your mouth until you’re overflowing with it and, as he rams himself into you, all you can do is bear it as your slobber falls like a fountain from your lips in his jostling movements that shake your vision. His eyes have become hazed with craving craze for you and you relish in the way he struggles for breath just as you are in your damning decimation of him.

Transfixed by the way your eyelids flutter as his dick disappears into the wet warmth of your mouth that he could spend forever in, he husks, “You’re so hot like this with my cock between your lips, pretty. You like this, don’t you? You like sucking your alpha’s dick?” He asks while he watches in interest the way that your saliva escapes the cushion of your lips that pillow him inside you, his thumb brushing it away and back over your lips.

You moan to let him know that yes, you really do enjoy seeing the way you’re wrecking him through your own devices. Right now, this is about him and seeing his pleasure is far more satisfying than anything you could have imagined. Knowing that you are the one that is affecting him in this way is inexorably exhilarating. It makes you feel powerful. Now, it is you that holds the key to his raptured raptness.

When your alpha drags his digit along your lower lip, you hum in agreement and the vibrations shoot straight into his member as he arches his back, his head falling even farther as you work him in your mouth while he utters, “Shit, of course you do. You really are perfect for me,” one hand grabs your own to pull you down to the neglected testicles that ache for you, your fingers closing around one delicately to give him a gentle squeeze as he bites at his lip while he growls, “I’m not going to last much longer, pretty. Gods, use that tongue of yours like you did out there when you told those bastards that you’re mine. Show me you meant it, my mate. Let me see how badly you want to please me.”

His words send a wave of blazing heat through you, tenacious tenacity sweltering within you at the realization that he’d been watching from the shadows and had seen and heard everything that had occurred between you and the two wolves that so stupidly believed they would win you from your soulmate.

You swallow fatally around him, your muscle swishing and swiveling around him as you unhinge your jaw to completely take him in his entirety when he tugs you down on him. His facial expression detorts to one of unadulterated, unbridled bliss as his own tongue lolls to either side of his parted lips, his eyes closing yet again while the sounds of slurping drip from your lips with the spittle that dribbles below them.

Your alpha hums, “Mmm, fuck, you’re so good with that little mouth. You fuck my cock with it better than any bitch in this pack ever could.”

Your cheeks running red at that, you fondle his balls with one hand, your other running your nails down his chest to leave reddened marks of your own over his skin all while you greedily ingurgitate him while he stuffs himself inside you with another dangerous undulation of his hips.

When your fingers roll his balls like dice between them, that has him keening as he pants, “I’m close, pretty. I’m going to fucking fill you up so much that the taste of me will fucking linger in that hungry mouth of yours for days. You want that, yeah?”

You nod instantly, your stomach grumbling your salivary glands producing more of their offspring at just the thought of it as you suction him with eager earnestness betwixt your lips.

By now, he’s swelling and throbbing between your lips, his end near by the way his testicles palpitate as you titillate him.

Your alpha grunts before he rumbles out, “Gods, you are such a ravenous little girl for me. I bet that cunt of yours is just as starved to receive me, isn’t it, little one? Fuck, I could knot you, my mate. I could breed you so well. Do you want my pups, pretty? Do you want me to stuff you to the brim with my fucking seed so you have no choice but to get pregnant and bear my children?”

You moan at the thought of it, the ostentatious oscillations strafing over his dick as your head bounces back and forth while you quaff him to have him grunt.

There’s an urge to bask in his simmering gaze as you give him over to his end and, with another sinful swill of him within your mouth as you grope his gonads, you splutter amidst the very large cock currently nestled between your lips, “I want it a-all, Jungkook, but p-please…I w-wish,” you slabber him with your saliva as your tongue twists itself around him, “I wish for y-you to look upon me when you finish in my m-mouth.”

Each word trickles from you under the labored breaths you inhale through your nose and you hope that they are not burned by the fire that blazes in the corner of the chamber before they can reach him.

Your voice submerges and dives after him through the sea of exaltation that you have deluged him into and, in your final act to bring him back up for the air of his ecstasy, his eyelids flicker up to reveal golden irises that singe you in their voracious torridity.

You whine at the way the smoke of desire has smoldered him, his long tongue poking against his cheek as his head tilts back while he consumes you in his sights that leave you squirming along the floor as he husks, “You want me to see who has made me feel so fucking good, yeah? Very well, pretty. Watch me cum just for you.”

If the dangerous twirl of your tongue along his slit while your hand that had been attached to his testicles slides sinfully down to rub along his perineum isn’t enough to have him come undone, it’s the way that your eyes now gleam with the glazing of the yen of yearning that every blood vessel burns of yours is coated for him with as you fervently fix him inside your mouth.

You’re the picture of innocence in the white of your dress that curtains you in its angelic wing, but the cock between your lips that you ardently take between them damns you in sin’s tendrils that Jungkook captures you with.

It is his utter undoing when your cheeks fatally concave in their incurvation as you suck him with tightly compressed pressure inside your wet warmth while you run your tongue along his base at the same time he draws you forward so that your nose brushes the thicket of pubic hairs as you blink with innocent doe-eyes up at him as he howls, “Ah, fuck, I’m there, pretty. I’m cumming because of what you did to me.”

Euphoria pours itself through him like a cascading waterfall that does douse every part of him that it washes over as his knot swells inside you, his irises never abandoning you through his climax as his seed bursts out of him and spurts across every corner of your mouth.

You flatten your tongue to catch every bit of him as he feeds you his nectarous ambrosia. His thickened essence spreads and spills over your hot muscle and down your throat deliciously viscous as he makes good on his promise and nourishes your parched body with his sinful sustenance.

He spouts and streams his taint into you as endlessly as a river and when you think you might just overflow with it, that’s when he extricates himself from you, one hand rising so that his thumb caresses your swollen and abused lips as he coos, “Such a good girl for me. You did so well for your first time, sweetling,” his digit swipes at the stray bead of cum that leaks from you only to sweep his finger over your tongue and you close your mouth around him, moaning out at his tasteful tinge as his eyes flash darkly at you, “That’s it, pretty. Drink every last drop. We wouldn’t want you to thirst for me again while you watch me fight the other alphas for you, now would we?”

He pulls his digit from you with a ‘pop’ as you lick your lips as you breathe, “No, alpha. That would be a travesty, truly.”

Your alpha chuckles at that as he gathers you from the floor and when your scent wafts wantonly under his nostrils, he smirks wolfishly, “My, my, my… you really can’t get enough of me, can you?”

It takes you a second to realize, but when he settles you on his lap once more and your thighs skim each other in the movement, your eyes widen as you draw in a short, small breath.

Your alpha only arches a sculpted brow, amusement coloring his tone as he teases, “What? Surprised that you got off by humping my leg like the animal that you are while you sucked my cock, pretty?”

So focused on delivering your alpha over to his end, you’d hardly paid attention to the way your legs had clamped around one of his own as you rutted against him with fervor. You really couldn’t help it with the sight of sin that had commanded your capture under it.

You whine, your irises dipping low as you trace circles along his bare chest as embarrassment tints your cheeks red, “Jungkook, I didn’t mean to. You just… you did this. It’s your fault.”

Your alpha laughs at that, one hand settling along your jaw to coax your visage back up at him while your wolf hounds at you to obey as he rumbles, “I shall gladly take the blame then, beautiful. You know, the fact that you came from giving to me the best head that I’ve ever had,” the fingers of his other palm snake under the folds of your dress to drag through the deposit of wetness that now drapes your legs as he brings the digits to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick his finger clean of you as he groans at the flavor of you while his irises dilate, “That’s hot as fuck.”

Your blush is as red as a ruby as you whimper at that and your alpha grins as his stray hand lands on your hip to trail up and down your back in soothing circular motions to reassure you. His mouth opens to say something else, but before he can, there’s a loud series of knocks against the wooden door interrupts the two of you amidst your illicit indecencies.

“This is the last call for all alphas that might remain here. The Offering is about to begin,” says the muffled voice of an elder that likely had been sent to collect any lingering wolves that were still in the den.

You whine loudly as your arms intertwine around your alpha’s neck, your baser being demanding you keep close to your alpha as he softens, the fingers on your cheek splaying out so that his digits caress you as utters, “Come, pretty. I must ready myself for what is to come and I require my mate’s aid to assist me in dressing, for you’ve temporarily robbed me of my faculties after what you’ve just done to me.”

Your wolf preens at that as your hand lifts as you lay your palm over his own while you implore, “Must we go so soon? I do not wish to leave your side.”

Your alpha stands and he’s careful to lift you up and off of him even while your arms tighten around his neck as he rumbles, “After this is all over, you will be free to be with me whenever, wherever and however you desire, my mate. You know the rules,” he moves back and you follow him in your embrace until his thighs hit the back of the vanity where his clothes sit on the abandoned chair, “I must duel anyone that tries to contest me for you, sweetling. It simply is the way of things and I will not hesitate to engage in battle with any wolf that attempts to take what is rightfully mine. You are everything to me and I will make certain that everyone knows it. Do you understand, pretty?”

You nod as you nuzzle the sensitive gland along his neck as a purr trembles from your throat while you scent him, “I understand, Jungkook. I only fear the bloody destruction you’ll leave in your wake for any fools that think they can tear you away from me.”

“That shall be their mistake, pretty,” he sighs in satisfaction as he tilts his head back to grant access as you paint him with the stroke of your lips over the tender skin along his clavicle, “I will not lose you.”

Tenet blazes in his eyes and conviction radiates his words that emit with the sun’s might their fierceness as they fall over you to set your own affection alight within you as you lace your lips along his jaw in a stripe of kisses that you thread there as you manage between them, “There is not a shred of doubt in my mind that you will be the champion amongst them all. However it may be, you have already won me, alpha.”

With that, you embellish him with the cloth he will wear in his battles for you. You help him delicately pull the garment over his head that shades him in the color of soot. It is akin to a sheet of thin charcoal that dyes him in its film of darkness that, like his earlier shirt, is grainy and dusts him lightly in its hue, his sun soaked skin shining brilliantly from beneath it.

Your mouth waters at the sight of it as you tuck it into cotton trousers that are black as night and your alpha smirks when the smell of your arousal drips down to collect itself amidst the pool of your taint yet again as he watches with interest the way that you chew at your lip while you tug the white blazer across bulging arms that catch at the heavier material as you drag it over him.

He makes certain to playfully provoke you by wrapping an arm around your waist only to schlep you forward, your hands planting themselves against his broad, strong chest as he asks, “Are you ready to watch me show everyone that I and I alone am the only wolf that is deserving of you as his mate?”

You nudge at the edge of his collarbone to catchily collect as much of his riveting redolence as you can before you sow another row of kisses along his skin only to pull away and admit, “Always.”

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Hunter (Revenant x Reader)

Part 1 of 2 of the chapter “Hunter & Prey”. [Full chapter on AO3.]

Theme: The trios game is here, and Revenant's plan comes to fruition after days of planning.

Warnings: Male dominance, threats of violence, descriptions of violence, sharp objects, pain, bipolar, depression, mania, fluff.

Reader's Notes: Revenant (Apex Legends) x Reader, reader is female.

Writing Notes: Can I write non-fluff? Maybe? Or perhaps I need to maximize fluff to balance? I guess you'll find out.

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First Chapter | Previous Part (Styptic & Canine) | Next Part (Hunter & Prey)

Revenant manages to wake you up in the middle of the night with nothing but his incessant nuzzles and purring. His new chassis may be deluxe, but he can't seem to control how much he wants to show off all its features. He's holding you from behind, completely enveloping you in a warm hold, his nuzzles starting on the back of your neck and making their way around to the side of your neck. You've definitely slept some, but not quite enough to feel awake.

You reach up and begin lightly petting the top of his snout. His bovine skull emits a long, deep purr that can only be described as a very happy growl. He almost seems to be in a trance in his new body, as if something in the code is different, and he's acting out of something reminiscent of instinct. It's nice. He's almost like one of his prowlers. You extend your snout pets to reach from nose to the top of his head, and his purrs extend to last the length of each stroke. He leans into your pets, hoping for a firmer touch, which you try your best to comply with.

You roll over to face him, causing him to pull away a little. He looks at you with a little concern initially, like you might be upset, but you quickly quell him by holding his visage in both of your hands, pulling it close to yours. In truth, you're not sure what you're doing, but you can tell he likes it. His new silicone tongue licks your nose lightly, surprising you but not enough to make you pull away. He definitely has some software changes, whether he realizes it or not. He's definitely acting more like an animal. You slip your hands down to feel his giant mane, made of locks of fur. It feels both soft and fluffy; you can't help but run your fingers between each lock as you pet it. You work out any tangles you find, causing him to purr with delight over the free grooming. The tip of his nasal cavity presses into your nose, intentionally tickling you with his breaths.

"You should sleep," he manages to get out in his purrs.

"Nah, I'm just going to be watching the game tomorrow. You're the one who has to work." You whisper to him, massaging his neck through his fur.

He sighs a small moan at your massage, clearly giving up on his request in favor of getting more affection. He reaches out and holds your waist, softly brushing your sides in return. His head tilts up, revealing his throat. You carefully move your hand to touch it, moving all the way from the tip of his chin down to his clavicle with a soft touch. His breathing slows as you caress him, turning his purr into a low hum and vibrating in your hand. Eventually, his maw opens up, emitting a scary but relaxed hum and revealing his fangs. He's clearly enjoying every moment of it.

"Little skinsuit." You hear him mutter quietly. You pause for a moment, acknowledging him. He closes his mouth and locks eyes with you, pushing his nose into your face and huffing in it. He doesn't immediately speak, just nuzzles you on the side of your face, intentionally breathing into your ear to get you to wince from the tickling feeling. He shoves his tongue right on your face, licking you like a dog.

"Ack, what is it?" You lift your hands up to your face to defend your face from further onslaught. He pushes his snout into your hands and licks them instead. "Rev... Are you okay?"

He stops, pushing his snout through your hands and touching the tip of your nose.

"What are you supposed to taste like?" He finally utters. You're a bit taken aback by his question.

"I don't really know, why? Do I taste strange?"

"Honeysuckle. That's what I taste." He pulls you right into him, enveloping your whole body. "I haven't had a real tongue in so long. I don't remember what anything is supposed to taste like anymore." He sounds saddened by his conclusion, but you can't get your hands free to comfort him. You shove your face in his mane instead, snuggling up against him. You struggle to find any words to say, but try to come up with something.

"Hey, Revenant?" He doesn't respond, but it's safe to assume you have his attention. "I like you no matter what." You retreat into his mane as deep as your face can go, unsure of how he will react.

You feel his body heat up, and his claw cup the back of your head. His head tucks around your shoulder, and his legs surround you to pull you into his frame. His spare arm wraps around you, and his body starts to rattle in a purr. You carefully wrap your hands around his waist and softly caress it, unable to press into it like his other body with leather allows. You're stuck otherwise, so you make a small kissing gesture and noise into his mane, unsure if he hears you.

"Sleep, my little skinsuit. Before you convince me to forfeit this game." He purrs in your ear, brushing your hair with his fingers. You're not sure what he means; you've asked him to do no such thing, but you let yourself snuggle up against his heat, easily drifting to sleep as he coos at you.

• • • •

You wake up in a mess of damp fur, mouth open and now dry as a desert. You close your mouth and pull your face away from the sopping mats of fur, emitting a sound similar to a snore as you breathe through your nose again.

"Didn't realize you'd be the one to get me wet, skinsuit." Revenant teases, running his claws through his soaked mane. "Your dreams must be real fun for you to drool all over me like that." You snap to as you realize what you've done.

"Oh no, I'm sorry!" You pull away and try to dry him off with the sheets, to no avail.

"Don't be sorry, this is perfect." You ignore him, sitting up to dry him off at a better angle. He lets you, but you quickly abandon the sheet and go grab a towel from the bathroom. As you rub into his mane, he looks up with you with something that feels like a smile, but you can't be sure. Either way, he seems to be enjoying it. He lets you continue as he slowly sits up, leaning into your rubs and purring under his breath. You get as much of your drool out of his mane as possible, but eventually you finally have to give up and pull the towel away.

Revenant makes his way out of bed, satisfied by your work, although you don't feel the same. He stands tall over you, looking down at you with curiosity and adoration. He pushes his hand into your hair and rustles it.

"Don't look so dejected, you didn't ruin anything." He reads your mind; you feel like you've destroyed his favorite chassis with drool of all things. "Trust me, I was banking on you making a mess. It'll all work out in my favor. Shut off your little brain and let me do the thinking, just trust me." His voice growls seductively as he pokes the tip of your nose with his claw.

"Now, go eat before I force feed you. Your girlfriend should be here in an hour or so to watch the match with you." His voice is so smooth but growly. "I need to go prepare. Take care of yourself, skinsuit. I expect you here when I get back." And with that, he turns heels and confidently glides out the door, gone for the day.

You stare for a few moments, deeply hoping he will reappear so you can stare some more. Even his gait is so alluring, so confident, so strong. He is focused, powerful, and yet so secretive. You may not be sure how to respond to his flirtatious gestures, but knowing he is possessive of you is an honor he clearly doesn't give to many. What did you do? Does it matter? You want him to come back and make your face turn red again, tease you into forgetting about your depression, and treat you like his most prized possession. You want to make him melt with snout rubs, warm him, and delight him with your inherent shyness. You finally feel comfortable, but--more importantly--you feel attached.

You come back to reality, quickly scrambling to find the television remote, turning it on to the main event. They're still talking about Loba from the previous match, throwing up pictures all over the screen. How long can they talk about the same thing and still not run out of things to say? You sigh, knowing they will have to let up as the opening of the game starts.

You move over to the kitchenette and start warming up your leftovers. Chinese for breakfast is the sign of a good day, in your opinion. Some people say it's better the next day, but you can't wholly agree. It's different, not better or worse, but you love both. With your appetite finally back, you almost feel like waiting for it to finish, but you know showering while it heats up and cools off enough to eat is the wise choice.

• • • •

You answer the door, seeing Sherry bashfully waving to you with an unsure smile on her face.

"Hey Sherry, Rev told me he--"

"Put in a request for me to come and keep you company, right?"

"Yeah, I hope it's not too much trouble." You step aside so she can enter, which she does.

"So that's what he told you, but do you know what he really asked?" She reels around, fancying a tease as her finger twirled in the air.

"Oh no..." You trail off, already expecting something embarrassing. Sherry makes her way to the couch, throwing herself down and patting the seat next to her to invite you over.

"Oh, nothing that bad. He specifically asked me to make sure you were having a good time and safe. He requested that I not let you get sad, even if I had to--" she clears her throat, preparing to make a direct quote, "--encroach on my territory again." She giggles at the choice of words not even looking up to see your cheeks turn a light pink. He's definitely partially influenced by his software, that's the kind of thing a prowler would say if they could speak. Although, he is possessive on his own too.

"To be fair, you did shove my face in your tits right in front of him..." You sit down next to her, pulling your legs up to cross them.

"I dunno, the way his head tilted made me think he might have liked it." She throws her arms around you for a hug, relishing in pulling you in despite your pulling away.

"You're just as bad as he is." You sigh, accepting the hug that is forced on you.

"Oh? Maybe I can gang up on you with him sometime."

The innuendo isn't lost on you, making you grimace in further realization that you've surrounded yourself with people who tease you with questionable remarks. Sherry lets you go, turning her attention to the television.

"So, got any insider information on what we're about to see?" She lets you off the hook, for now.

"Well, sounds like our favorites are teamed up, for one." She beams, clearly excited at being able to root for the same team. "Second, Revenant has been teasing some grand plan for a while... apparently he's not fond of--" you nod towards Loba holding Revenant's scarf on the screen, "--that. He plans to erase it from everyone's minds."

"Not going to lie, that's the most exciting thing I've heard in ages leading up to a match." Sherry snuggles into the plush couch. It makes sense, she's been working here since before you started. Heck, she's the one who got you the job. She's probably heard everything when it comes to hype, and is likely unaffected by the commentator's excitement anymore. A Legend having some grand scheme for a match would be way more promising. "I'm just glad Revenant and Wattson are on the same team. It means I don't need to root against your shiny metal boyfriend." She smirks at you.

"You'd date Wattson if you could." You retort, trying to fend off her wit.

"Oh! So you are dating!" Ah, shit. You didn't mean to imply that. "So how is he? Is he everything you dreamed? Does he satisfy you?" She's so excitable, despite your answer being completely predictable.

"It's not like that." You turn away, hoping she won't push it.

"It's not like that--yet." She has to push the envelope, every time. She just can't let anything go. "I think he likes you. I bet he's thinking about you right now."

"When there's blood to be spilt? Fat chance." You finally see an opening for a comeback, and you take it. Sherry looks at you with shock, until it melts into a beaming smirk.

"It's cute how much you like him." She finally says.

"Oh, shut it." You leave it there, happy with the ceasefire, knowing you'll likely lose ground if you push it.

The television starts announcing the teams, showing Revenant with Wattson and Wraith. The camera holds on Revenant, standing in the middle and in front of his teammates in the drop ship, giving the commentators time to fawn over his unusual chassis. The floral language they use to describe the viciousness of his new body makes you chuckle as you think about how much he loves snout rubs. You feel a little badass for once; after all, you've tamed the unholy beast they seem so reverent of.

Revenant turns his head, locking optics with something off screen. The camera pans to see who, and a familiar masked face appears. If Bloodhound could have an intense look, this was it. It was a primal look, a pure determination that could only be described as a hunter locking eyes with a most dangerous prey. This is what Revenant meant. This was his plan. There was no chance this would end without a fight for the ages. His animalistic appearance only added to the allure of this soon-to-be battle.

"Hey, why don't we watch the team channel?" Sherry breaks your immersion in the game.

"The what?"

"Oh my--you've been here almost as long as me! How do you not know these things?!" You shrug, still not sure what she's talking about. "Every room gets a special team-specific feed with communications and everything. We should watch it if Wattsy and Revenant are together." She gets up and grabs the remote, clicking a button as she returns, causing the perspective to shift and the commentators to fall silent. You can hear the team instead, loud and clear. Why didn't you know about this?

Sherry bops you on the back of the head before returning her attention to the television.

The voices come through loud and clear on this channel.

"Are you sure about this?" Wattson asks, looking up at Revenant's massive frame.

"Yeah, this seems like a good way to get knocked out early." Wraith crosses her arms, sounding equally skeptical.

"I don't need you to trust me, but I'm going to be chased down. I need to drop separately and lose their trail. I need you to kit up without me, and I will meet you where you are." Revenant must be referring to Bloodhound.

"And what if we're targeted for landing as two instead of three? Not to insult your intelligence, but this seems particularly unwise." Wattson is always so sweet, even when she's not very fond of who she's speaking to.

"You'll need to drop cold. Drop within running distance to me and I will come to your aid if you're targeted." Revenant insists. Wattson sighs, clearly unsure of how to change his mind.

"Very well, please do not get us all killed, even if it is in your programming." Wattson relents.

They walk over and stand tall near the open hatch, barely keeping themselves up and not falling into World's Edge. The wind makes it impossible to hear the communications, but you see Revenant pointing to a few places and Wattson making hand motions as if to discuss options. Wraith just keeps her arms crossed, looking like a badass behind them.

Revenant steps away from the two to step further inside the ship, leaning against the ship wall and appearing to sigh. You hear a voice pick up on his communications.

"You are not as clever as you think, bráð." Revenant turns his gaze to meet Bloodhound, who is haughtily ignoring their teammates in favor of stoking these flames. "You may have disguised your scent with that of your apprentice, but all I must do is hunt your apprentice in order to find you." Revenant huffs, unfazed. "I will be disappointed if this hunt is unworthy of my skills."

With that, Bloodhound turns away to face their teammates, returning to planning. Fuse and Caustic seem completely okay with Bloodhound's previous absence from the conversation, willingly taking time to catch Bloodhound up on their plans. Revenant moves back to his team, Wattson clearly having noticed the exchange over her comms.

"Making friends, are we? I did not think you had it in you." She chuckles a little. She's a bit sassy herself, no wonder her and Sherry get along.

Revenant blows a puff of breath out his nostrils and into his mic, refusing to acknowledge her question.

"You'd be surprised, I think our local murder machine is going soft on us." Wraith pipes up in a taunting manner. Revenant looks very concerned that she might expand on her statement, but Wraith clearly is just enjoying his somewhat panicked reaction, smirking at him with delight.

"Perhaps this is a story for another day. Our drop is coming up!" Wattson chirps, clearly getting a bit excited.

The comms go quiet, spare for the blowing wind near the hatch, before they all jump into the white abyss, the drone camera attempting to follow. As the camera breaches the cloud line, you can see the trails of the team splitting, two in one direction and the other in the opposite. A message appears on the screen reading: 'calling additional drone' before it follows Wraith and Wattson down below.

"Do you want to watch your big metal hunk?" Sherry teases you. "He went off by himself, so I don't mind watching him. I'm comfortable that Wattsy will just be picking up loot safely in that area. Nobody really drops over there."

"I'm being hunted as expected. Stay alive, you two. I'll be there soon." Revenant's voice can be heard over the television.

"Yes! How do we watch him?!" You pipe up, instantly concerned.

Sherry hits a button on the remote and a new visual appears. This new camera drone isn't at Revenant yet, but staring down Bloodhound instead. Bloodhound is looking back and fourth, clearly flustered. The drone hovers, refusing to move as it may give away positions of either Legend.

Bloodhound runs up to a bunker, opens the door, and immediately puts their gloved hands over their mask, as if they're smelling something pungent. They run over to the control panel, wiping the surface and sniffing their fingers. Suddenly, they look invigorated. Impressed, perhaps? It's hard to say. Bloodhound appears to speak into their communications mic and runs off in a full sprint, disappearing from the drone's view.

The drone watches longingly after Bloodhound's trail before it suddenly jostles, making the view blurred and incomprehensible. The camera slows, eventually able to capture an image. It's Revenant's visage, clearly holding the drone at arm's length while sprinting.

"I know you're watching, little skinsuit. Hug your girlfriend if you get too scared." The drone mic isn't as clear as his team comms device, but he's still understandable. "In fact--Sherry--keep her warm for me. You have my support, but I get her back as soon as this is done. Deal?" His voice is full of vitriolic flirting, if that description makes any sense. He crushes the drone and the screen becomes static. Sherry turns to you with a devious smirk.

"Oh, he's so kinky for you." She uses her deep voice and leans into you, wrapping an arm around your back. Your cheeks burn red. "You must have something special, huh? How else did you end up with a big dom daddy like--"

"Oh my fuck, please stop Sherry!" You burst from embarrassment, burying your face in your knees as you pull into your frame. "I can't handle you two teaming up."

She laughs, but not sadistically for once. She gives you a quick hug, a pat on the back, and changes the channel to the other, working camera drone.

"I'm fine, but I have another favor to ask." Revenant's voice brings you out of your human sphere. You don't recognize this area, it's not considered a hot spot.

"You're really pushing your luck today, rustbin." Wraith stays stoic about the whole thing, attaching a scope to a Havoc.

"Let's hear him out. What is it? I cannot promise I will agree to anything, though." Wattson is undeniably kind, but sounds like she's trying to be stern.

"If Bloodhound survives to the end with us, let me single them out and fight them alone. If I fail to finish them, you can kill them and take the match without me." Revenant plans to do what he originally teased you about: defeat your first favorite Legend. How did he find out it was Bloodhound? Or does he even know?

"The chances of that seem unreasonably low, and it seems quite risky, but if you really want to I will respect your wishes." Wattson says as she rummages through a supply bin, picking up some shield cells and batteries.

"The chances are actually strangely high..." Wraith almost mutters as she loads her Havoc. "Did you bribe some people to throw or something?"

"No, I gave the Hunter a challenge." Revenant says as he begins adding improvements to his RE-45, making a satisfying chunking sound as his mag extender slots in. "My mind is on making a spectacle of our battle, and the only thing on the Hunter's mind is surviving until they can kill me. Call it actualization."

"Yeah, you'd have no reason to pay your way to the top, you enjoy this too much." Wraith tests her scope by looking down the sights, apparently pleased with her meager kit for now. "Alright team, we need more equipment, let's move."

They all begin to move towards an area known as The Harvester. You had been dragged there and touched all the controls, doors, and climbed an excessive amount of the area. It makes you tired to even think about it.

"So, I have some actual questions though." Sherry brings your attention out of the television, so you turn towards her. There's not much point in watching until there are gunshots anyway. Otherwise they're just going to be finding more gear. "What happened to your leg?" She points to the puncture wounds on your calf.

"Oh, um--well..." You accidentally revealed it when you pulled your leg up on the couch. "He has a thing where he can't control himself for a few seconds after he reboots." She pauses, processing your response. It is a really odd string of words to put together.

"So... he's homicidal, and if you don't get away--"

"No, not homicidal. There is zero chance of that. More like possessive and overly passionate about it." You hope it makes sense. She pauses again, trying to process the meaning behind the words.

"So it's a sexual thing?" Of course she gets it all wrong.

"No, more like a 'nobody can have you' kind of thing, and then he got too worked up and clenched too hard."

"So... are you sure about this whole thing? What if this keeps happening? That's not okay." She seems genuinely concerned, and a bit unhappy.

"It was an accident, honestly. Sort of like tripping into someone and knocking them over." You try to make it as mild-seeming as possible, but you know she won't fully buy it. She sighs, crosses her arms, and shrugs a little. That's enough acceptance for now.

"So, follow-up question: are you sure you're safe?" It might as well be the same question, but you relent.

"I'm pretty certain."

"That's a horrible answer!" Obviously she'd be a bit upset that it's not complete certainty, but how can you lie to her? Nothing is completely certain.

"It's complicated, but this is a risk I'm absolutely willing to take." You surprise yourself with your own calmness. "I know this seems insane, but my life has only been better for every crazy decision I've made, and I need this to happen. Life is short these days, even if I die I want to do something better than nothing." Sherry stares at you with a dumbfounded look, apparently impressed by your short speech.

"I guess that makes sense, but if stuff gets too violent... please leave." She averts her gaze, looking down at her feet.

"I promise, but really, I'm quite happy." You hug her, and she hugs you back for a moment.

"So he must be really good in bed then, huh?" She ruins the moment, she absolutely has to. It's practically her purpose in life at this point.

"I don't know, to be honest." You try to sound as serious as possible to avoid further teasing.

"What? Are you kidding? He makes it sound like you guys are fu--"

"Don't say it please." You put your face in your hands, questioning why you're still so easily embarrassed by these things. You're always blushing, which seems to goad people like Revenant and Sherry into teasing you. It is a little fun, though. Their power trip of teasing seems to make them both so happy, and in a weird way you share in that happiness as a willing victim.

"Well, okay, but I hope you get some soon," she snickers, "Honestly I don't think it'll be much longer now, anyway."

Gunshots ring out on the television.

"I've taken hits! If you've got a sniper, try to cover me!" Wraith sounds hurt, despite phasing towards the opponents on a hill nearby. Revenant pulls a Longbow he must have found recently, doing his best to take shots at the opponents while Wraith closes the gap. The scope must not be the best, because you can clearly see his stature get frustrated as he whiffs his shots. The return fire seems just as poor, hitting at Revenant's feet and the wall behind him, leaving gaping bullet holes. Suddenly, you hear a crack as Revenant's shot lands, then another.

"One closest to you is weak," he quickly states.

"Got it, engaging." Wraith barely finishes her statement before she's downed her opponent. Without the fancy graphics of the public broadcast, you're not sure who is on the enemy team, especially with how far the drone is.

"Engaging on the opposite side! Someone is alone!" Wattson suddenly appears on the opposite side as Wraith, immediately engaging another body as Wraith moves in towards the final contender in the middle. The gunshots are really going now, but the camera drone has been staying near Revenant, who is hanging back taking sniper shots.

"I'm down, but he's hurting!" Wattson's voice comes over comms, prompting Revenant to switch to his RE-45 and sprint to close the distance. The drone lags behind slowly, not closing enough distance to make out the opponents.

Wraith curses over the audio as she and her opponent go down simultaneously, leaving one weakened contender to Revenant. He's closing the gap excessively fast; it looks like they're trying to use a med kit.

"I'm not wasting the bullet." You definitely watch Revenant's silhouette stab the other before the med kit is finished, prompting the whole team to be deathboxed. The drone suddenly kicks into high speed, catching up to Revenant. It makes sense that the drones shouldn't give away positions, but this was a little frustrating at times. They either have to stay side-by-side or it has to hang back.

Revenant goes to Wraith first, pulling a medical syringe in his fist. He pauses, looking down on her for a moment. He twirls the syringe in his fingers, stopping it so his thumb lands on the plunger and his pointer and middle finger brace the flange on the barrel. He kneels down to her, pinches the muscle near her shoulder, and injects it quickly. He tosses the empty needle in a different pocket on his belt and helps her to her feet. Wraith is staring at him with a strange but subtle smile. He huffs at her and turns to tend to Wattson.

"So you did pay attention." Wraith sounds soft for a moment, but it doesn't get a reaction out of Revenant, who is doing the same to Wattson.

"Have you ever thought of the long term effects of all these injections?" Wattson asks as Revenant helps her up.

Wraith clears her throat loudly, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, it can do crazy things for sure." Wraith says with a heavy layer of frustration.

"Oh, I am so sorry, I did not mean to dredge up old memories." Wattson shakes her hands in front of her as a motion of apology.

"Yeah, science these days tends to be used to ruin the lives of as many people as possible." Revenant adds.

They all stand there in a circle, silent. It's not an awkward silence, it's a mournful silence. Revenant's stare is deep in the distance. Wraith's body language exudes frustration over past traumas. Wattson looks at the ground, almost like in secondhand guilt for being a woman of science. The stillness hangs for an uncomfortable amount of time, before Wraith breaks it.

"Nothing we can do, we are who we are now." She sighs. "We're top seven now. We need to find some other deathboxes and pick up better gear. We're going to stay sneaky until we're down to the last two." She immediately begins running towards the center of the new circle, close to the giant ice-like structure known as the Epicenter. Revenant and Wattson immediately move to follow. More boring running for a while.

"Who do you think was on that team?" Sherry asks, understanding that there's not much point in watching these segments.

"I'm not sure either. Sneaky play is boring, but I can't argue with the results. I'm going to run and get snacks, do you want anything?" You stand up, wanting to move around after a long while of sitting. Sherry immediately lays down on the couch, taking up all the space you left.

"Sure, give me anything with that cheese powder crack on it." She shoots you finger guns.

• • • •

"Sherry, I'm not getting you more chips."

"Please?"

"No, you've literally had three and a half bags, you're covered in cheese dust, and I'm pretty sure you're an addict. How strong is your metabolism, anyway?" You're brushing dust off the couch, at this rate you might as well get a vacuum. You ate a half, and then Sherry destroyed the rest plus all the other bags you got. You wonder how on earth she keeps her thinner figure like this. She must be cut from a completely different cloth than you.

"I have the same metabolism as all of my tapeworms." She stretches, and attempts to wipe the dust off her pants. "Sadly this has been pretty uneventful so far. They're being so careful. Three teams left now, and it looks and sounds like the other two are fighting it out." The gunshots are weak and in the distance.

"We're kitted as best as we can be, we should approach this like we did last time." Wraith has a 30-30 Repeater now, extremely well-modded.

"Did you notice that we're in the circle and they are not? We should set up a bit of an obstacle course here!" Wattson chirps.

"We can actually use it to attract our opponents and engage them from afar too." Wraith is beginning to smile, seeing a good path to victory.

"Leave Bloodhound for me." Revenant mumbles, just as a reminder.

"You'll get your wish, we've got this." Wraith's smile is unusual for her, but it's hard not to be at least a little happy in the face of such a massive victory.

Wattson begins setting up electric gates in the area as the circle closes in from the distance, creating a strange set of gates around the Survey Camp, trying to get around and weave through cover. Wraith finds a spot away from the tangled mess, Revenant joining her.

"Do you think they'll win?" You hold your breath, not as sure as Wraith is.

"Of course, Wattson is with them!" Sherry pumps her fists together as if she didn't just eat an inhuman amount of crisps. How can she move so jovially with a stomach that must weigh as much as a brick?

Gunshots ring out, Revenant takes sniper shots at the last remaining team as they escape the incoming heat wall.

"Why did you give our position away!?" Wraith punches him in the shoulder, but he doesn't flinch.

"Use your portal to charge them, hit Bloodhound in the leg, and come back immediately through the portal. Let them follow." Revenant has no fluctuations in his voice. He's dead serious.

"This better work!" Wraith yells as she disappears, leaving a strange portal hole next to Revenant.

"Wattson, come throw down your Interceptor Pylon here, we need to make sure they come into the portal after Wraith." Revenant seems to have thought this through, but why does he want to fight up close?

Wattson throws it down and it immediately stops an incoming Knuckle Cluster, barely getting it up and running in time. Some incoming grenades meet the same fate.

"Excellent, thank you Wattson." Revenant sounds excited. Wattson pauses in minor confusion.

"You're... thanking me? You never do tha--"

Wraith appears in front of Fuse, Bloodhound, and Caustic. She pulls out her 30-30 Repeater and nails Bloodhound in the leg, taking many shots herself before retreating into the portal. Bloodhound takes a knee and begins using a med kit as Caustic and Fuse jump into the portal.

Revenant is unarmed on the other side, all his guns, grenades, recovery tools, and ammo on the ground around him. He's holding his sharpened arm right up against the portal's center, practically posing. Fuse first appears and is immediately skewered through the chest, exhaling in surprise. Revenant flicks his entire arm to the side, causing Fuse's corpse to fly off to the side, blood spewing everywhere out of the hole in his chest. He is deathboxed before he hits the ground. Revenant's other hand is already poised for an encore.

Caustic comes through second, taking the sharpened point in the neck. The blood is immediate and generous. Revenant lifts his body off his feet, letting the blood roll down his stabbing arm and drip everywhere. Caustic drops a live Gas Grenade as he dies, spitting blood. Revenant throws his body in much the same manner, and Caustic is deathboxed midair.

"Well, shit, that worked." Wraith has almost healed her injuries completely, Wattson watching over her and armed to the teeth. "I guess the rest is all yours, maniac."

"Do not make us wait too long, please! I am looking forward to this win!" Wattson helps Wraith up and begins to run in the other direction to escape the spreading gas.

Revenant immediately starts sprinting towards Bloodhound in a straight line with no gear of any kind. Not even a gun. He's thoroughly coated in fresh blood and looks like a monstrosity, surely he's going to be shot down.

"Is he trying to die?!" Sherry screams at the television. "They almost have it! What even is this?!" You wish you could defend Revenant, but in truth you have the same questions.

No gunshots come though. Bloodhound stands there, newly recovered thanks to their med kit. They're situated right near the tangle of electrical gates, arms crossed and waiting patiently. It doesn't take long for Revenant to meet them, standing tall and unarmed a few feet away, locking their gaze. Bloodhound begins throwing their guns, grenades, health items, and ammo to the side. They finish, staring down their opponent in a strange silence. You're glad you're on a private channel, this would be ruined by any crowd sounds or commentators talking over it.

Finally, Bloodhound reaches behind them and pulls out a beautiful axe. It looks ancient but well-maintained, certainly a relic from their sordid history as a hunter.

"Congratulations kill leader, how many did you kill to get to this moment?" Revenant asks.

"Fourteen bodies lay behind me." Bloodhound states very plainly. That's an insane number. Revenant growls happily at their answer. "I have fought hard to meet this moment. I will confess, you are more clever than I expected. I am sorry for underestimating you before. You brought your apprentice here and ensured she left her scent everywhere, then disguised yourself with the same scent."

You're stunned into silence. All that running around was to literally make it impossible for Bloodhound to hunt by scent alone. You almost felt happy to be a small part of this, in some way, but also a little frustrated at how hard that day was. It explains why Revenant took your shirt before, why it came back so grimy, why you had to touch everything, and why he wasn't upset that you drooled all over his mane. Is this simulacrum also a conniving genius?

"I noticed you didn't use your sonar to find me earlier." Revenant pries a little.

"It would be disrespectful to the honor of this hunt." Bloodhound is beginning to sound excited in a bloodthirsty manner. "You also have come unarmed, so I meet your challenge as my ancestors would."

Bloodhound shimmers the blade of the axe in the sunlight, proudly caressing its blade. They've got one knife, an axe, and their wits. Nothing more.

Revenant begins to sidestep, Bloodhound sidestepping to match, never leaving each other's gaze. They're circling each other, neither making the first move. Bloodhound breaks the silence with a thunderous declaration.

"May the Allfather bless this hunt!" They lunge forward, axe at the ready.

Revenant leaps to the side, avoiding them, immediately lunging to counter. His giant maw is wide open, going straight for Bloodhound's head. Bloodhound ducks, and plunges one of their smaller knives into Revenant's gut. They push the knife in hard enough that Revenant buckles at the torso and falls backwards, letting the knife slide out in Bloodhound's grasp.

Revenant's clawed foot hits Bloodhound right in the breathing mask, causing them to stumble backwards long enough for Revenant to get on his feet. Revenant lunges again, but uses his arm length to pick Bloodhound up and toss them through the electrified fence. Bloodhound lands on the other side, obviously hurting. A knife comes flying through the fence and chunks into Revenant's chest. Revenant grabs at it, clearly in pain from both his hits so far. He leaves it in despite his pain, knowing that Bloodhound can't have it back this way without getting close.

Revenant strafes to the side to see around the electric fence just to find nothing there. They've vanished in the web. Revenant begins to prowl around the inside of the fence with all its jagged nooks, looking for anything. Revenant keeps turning to look behind him, clearly expecting some kind of attack from behind. The heat wall closes in on the fenced in area, leaving only half of the area available. Revenant watches as the wall moves up close to his face, then begins to turn to leave.

Bloodhound leaps onto Revenant's back from behind the heat wall, their garb charred a bit from hiding beyond it. Bloodhound gets their axe around Revenant's throat and pulls so the handle begins to choke him, but Revenant throws himself backwards into the heat wall, burning Bloodhound. They shove the axe upwards in an uppercut-like fashion, stunning Revenant so they have time to dismount and leave the heat wall before swinging for another blow. The axe lands in Revenant's hip, but Revenant grabs it and holds it in place, lunging forward with his open jaw to bite. Bloodhound jumps back, avoiding the bite, but losing their axe in the process.

Bloodhound shows no fear, immediately lunging for Revenant's lower body, taking advantage of his shifted center of gravity and forcing him to fall forward, right on the knife in his chest. Revenant emits a horrid sound which is only compounded when Bloodhound pulls the axe from his hip. Bloodhound swings for the head, but Revenant shifts so his horn takes the brunt. Revenant grabs Bloodhound's leg and in one swift motion gets to his feet and throws Bloodhound like a ragdoll across the field, away from the fences. Revenant sprints towards them, leaning so far forward that he's nearly on all fours. It's bestial. Bloodhound is able to sit up just in time to save themself from a massive bite, but only by shoving their axe in Revenant's jaw to force it to stay open.

Revenant takes the opportunity to get his hands around Bloodhound's neck, claws fully out. Bloodhound retaliates by using their free arm to pull the knife from Revenant's chest, causing him to reel in pain. He still is unable to close his mouth, and Bloodhound isn't choking fast enough to save him from getting his throat slashed by the now freed knife. Revenant is forced to release Bloodhound completely and staggers backwards, holding his own throat now instead. You could be mistaken, but it looked like the inside of his mouth might have been injured from biting the axe too.

Bloodhound immediately throws the knife again, hitting Revenant in the thigh. He falls to a knee, giving Bloodhound enough time to get up and lunge, landing the axe right in Revenant's mask. With a twist of the wrist, their axe is free and Revenant's mask is cracked. Revenant's pain seems to convert to adrenaline, as he lets go of his throat and grabs Bloodhound's leg out from underneath them, causing them to land on the back of their head before Revenant goes in for a stab. Bloodhound deflects Revenant's arm stab with their axe. Revenant's arm chunks into the ground next to Bloodhound's head instead.

Revenant is making a disconcerting wheezing noise. There's tons of damage all over his body, and the pain must be unreal at this point. Bloodhound is banged up too, taking mostly concussive damage to the head. Their chest rises and falls rapidly, but you can't hear them pant through the breathing mask. Despite all the apparent hurt, you do not expect either of them are done.

Revenant lunges down for the bite and nails it this time, his maw right around Bloodhound's head. Bloodhound is bleeding immediately, but takes the opportunity to pull the knife again from his thigh. Revenant, now wise to the possibilities, uses his whole body to fling Bloodhound by their head to the side. Revenant is finally able to stand up completely, but he limps a little.

Bloodhound's head is bleeding pretty badly now, their blood splattered on the ground from being bit and thrown. They quickly get to their feet but quiver a bit while doing so. They seem confident now having their knife and axe at their side again.

"Allfather is pleased by this battle." Bloodhound states very factually. "Were it not for my weapons, I surely would have lost this fight long ago."

"Hate to break it to you, but you're still going to lose." Revenant's voice sounds wispy from exhaustion. He limps closer, and Bloodhound stands their ground.

Revenant ignores his limp just long enough to lunge, this time claws out and jaw open. Bloodhound sidesteps, but Revenant recovers quickly and turns to lunge again. Bloodhound is ready, and uses both the knife and the axe to stab and brutally chunk into his back as they take a massive bite to the waist, as well as an arm stab to the thigh. Bloodhound just begins wailing his blades into Revenant's back, who seems unwilling to release the hold he has. Bloodhound's waist is dripping blood and the cloth on their outfit is soaked crimson. Revenant's body seems to be giving out on him, but not before Revenant uses his spare arm for a stab towards the chest.

Bloodhound clearly plans to take it. They're unable to dodge or move, but before Revenant can land the blow, Bloodhound plunges the knife into Revenant's throat. Revenant's stab finishes, but his chassis goes limp right as Bloodhound is deathboxed from the stab to the chest.

The final camera shot of the fight is of Revenant's bestial chassis limply hanging off the edge of Bloodhound's deathbox, his head resting on the top like a mourner on a coffin. Then Revenant is deathboxed, ending the match.

The camera shifts to Wraith and Wattson who were watching the fight from afar, now waving in victory to the camera and celebrating. Wattson holds a Nessie plush toy over her head in victory, but where did it come from? As the camera zooms in, you see she's surrounded by a few. What the heck?

Sherry and you sit, stunned in silence. Sherry changes the channel to the public broadcast, and you hear the crowds reeling in cheers at the primal violence they just got to enjoy. The commentators are losing their minds over the ending, calling it 'The Allfather's Hunt' and practically gushing at the seams over the imagery of the Hunter and the Prey dying together. Wraith and Wattson are showered in confetti and champagne, although Wraith doesn't seem as much into the celebrations as Wattson is. Revenant really did make a spectacle out of the whole thing. Nobody was going to care about 'Loba the Scalper' after this.

Sherry seems conflicted. Normally she would be on her feet, screaming loud enough to warrant a noise complaint whenever Wattson wins. However, now she seems worried over what she just saw. She turns to you.

"This guy can and might kill you." She speaks very quickly and quietly. "I just watched him kill with no weapons, just brute strength. He can throw people and crush them and stab them and bite them, and he can absolutely break every bone in your body if he wanted." She looks down at her hands, as if to soak in the frailty of humanity. "I don't want you to end up like that."

"Sherry, I know. Trust me, I do. He's the strongest, most terrifying person I've ever met, but I'm not and will never be his target." You speak confidently. "He finds some kind of comfort in me and has taken a liking to me. He will not intentionally hurt me. Unintentionally it may happen, but he seems to know how to handle that when it does happen."

Sherry sighs.

"Do you love this guy that much?" She asks.

You pause. It's not a word you've really used yet to describe how you feel. Like, sure, but not full-on love. You think about it. You don't like throwing that word around.

"I am that fond of him, yes." You finally say. "I just want to see where it goes."

"If you're sure, just please don't get gored." Sherry stands up, a concerned look still plastered on her face. "I'm going to go clean and decorate Wraith and Wattson's room for them. I would do this one too, but Revenant never seems to like it."

"Thanks for hanging out, Sherry. Don't worry, I'll be okay, I promise."

Sherry nods a little, then leaves the room, allowing you to stretch and relax until Revenant gets back. You wonder how long it will take this time.

• • • •

It's mid-afternoon, by now all the broadcasts should be finished up on all the different planets, where it should be later in the day. Morning matches are a theme here, but it lines up perfectly with the end-of-the-workweek evenings for other planets. It also means the lighting during the match is perfect. Sometimes the broadcast will be held off to make sure it shows at prime time on each planet, but that always means tourism to the planets where it's shown live is excessive.

Right about now, this planet should be clearing out from everyone who wanted to watch the Apex Game live today. Talos probably had it worse today, if you can call tons of tourism worse. After all, they must make bank in souvenirs, assuming the locals are one to sell souvenirs. You question if the people Bloodhound came from would be the type to do so. Probably not. Anyone who is willing to though: they must be rich.

It's been a few hours and despite last time, you cannot shake the anxiety that Revenant might never come back.

There's a knock at the door, to which you quickly go and open it.

"Oh, hello, just dropping this off, as requested!" This stout but strong mustached man with permanently squinted eyes rolls in a large deathbox on a caddy. He must work in a different section of the volunteers than you did, otherwise you would recognize him. He carefully lays the deathbox on the floor. You move to help, but remember when Revenant collapsed on you and realize you're not strong enough for this. This guy is impressively strong to be able to carry it. He wipes a bead of sweat from his head after finishing, and begins to roll his caddy out.

"Have a nice day ma'am!" He waves goodbye and shuts the door after himself. You turn to stare down at the deathbox.

Open it.

You want so badly to open it. You have to know. Yes, you need to know. Does his chassis really have all the parts a human does, or was his flirtatious teasing all a grand bluff?

Open it.

This box may not contain all the answers, but perhaps it can solve that one question. Does he really like you that way? Is it possible that he could like you that way? Or is it possible regardless of his body?

Open it.

Is this an invasion of privacy? Probably, but since when has he given you the same courtesy? If you're lucky enough, he won't be back in time to even notice.

Open it.

However, you don't think it's right. You meander to the bed and sit down, turning on the television to see more of the commotion. They're not going to stop talking about 'The Allfather's Hunt' anytime soon. This isn't a good distraction.

Open it.

Forget it, you start flipping through the channels. There's some sickeningly optimistic and colorful kid's show. Now it's news, listing off dozens of people murdered just in the city streets yesterday, per usual. Now it's a show about an unsolved murder from a few years ago. Now it's a documentary about the Frontier War. This isn't working.

Open it.

You grab your badge out of your pocket and leave the room, freezing outside of the door. Right, there's not a single soul back from the medical bay to talk to. You didn't know Wattson well enough to go knock on her door, and you're not sure where Wraith was moved to after Revenant busted her door. Even if you did, you don't know her that well either.

Open it.

You scan your card and reenter Revenant's room, stagger over to the box, and mess with the latch. Once unlocked, a button releases the door and it springs open.

Tears well up in your eyes. Why did you do this to yourself? He's lifeless, bent up into a tangle of limbs and parts to fit into the box. What did you expect? He looks like an old sarcophagus that was forcefully shoved into a box he could not fit in. His corpse is so beautiful, but so empty and void of life simultaneously, like an art piece left to rot in the elements. You can't help yourself. You have to get him out of there.

You move to one side of the box and leverage your legs to begin tipping the box. It's very heavy, but you have to do this. The box tips over its center of balance and rotates the rest of the way over, spilling Revenant's corpse onto the floor. You pull the box back upright so the opening faces the ceiling again, and get back up to run over to his body. His chassis is laid out now like a more normal corpse would be, although his limbs have fallen where they may.

You crouch down, letting your tears hit the chassis with a hollow thumping sound. You hold his hand, but there's nothing: no squeeze, no sharp points, not even a bashful resistance to such an act of affection. No amount of knowledge that he will come back can fix how you feel right now.

You struggle to pull his body into your lap. This may be lighter than his classic metal body, but it's still difficult to move it around. You silently weep, finally getting his crushing weight on your legs. You lean forward into his nuzzle and rub it, hoping for that awkwardly stifled joy he shows when he likes something. There's nothing, his eyes are void.

You begin to cry out loud.

You carefully cradle his head, ignoring the matted fur in the way. You rock back and fourth, crying into his cheek and begging him internally to wake up. The tears flow around and into the giant crack in his mask. He had wounds all over him, and you trace your fingers around each one. Hope is worthless; it can't fix him. You touch his horns he seemed so proud of. There's a massive break in one of them and the horn is almost loose off his skull. So much damage. So much pain. Your crying gets louder.

Why did you open it? Why did you have to be curious? At first you just wanted to look to see if he was bluffing about this body having sexual mods. You didn't bargain for the excessive and overwhelming grief of seeing him dead. You rock his body, mourning in utter despair, cradling his head so close to your chest that it hurts. You squeeze your eyes shut to try to hold back the tears, but it flows right through. Maybe not seeing the body will help.

You continue to sob and rock him for what feels like an hour. In truth, it's probably only ten or so minutes. It hurts so bad, even with your eyes closed the image might as well be etched on your eyelids. Your nose is stopped up from the crying, but you cannot find the energy to try to wipe it so it can breathe again. Your only air flows through your mouth in painfully hitched gasps between sobs of agony.

Suddenly, something cold and metal begins wiping away your tears.

You wince in surprise, but as you open your eyes you see nothing. You look side to side, panning the entire room, but there really is nothing. The door didn't open, you would have heard that. If Revenant was here, you would have seen him, right? You make sure to turn fully around and look behind you, maybe he's in your blind spot. No, nothing. What even was that? You turn back around.

You take a deep breath and sigh in disappointment, a few more tears escaping your eyes.

Hands cup around your cheeks, drying them again. You look up. He's on the ceiling, attached by his feet, but holding his hands downward to touch you. He's back in his normal, red body. He carefully releases himself from the ceiling one leg at a time, being careful to step behind you. He curls around you in a hug so your back is against him. He carefully pulls you backwards so the chassis in your lap rolls off of you, and he envelops you in his cool embrace. He uses a foot to push the corpse further away from you. He grabs your jaw to force you to face him as he leans his head forward to look at you.

"Why are you crying?" His voice is plain and without emotion, but his face--his eyes--have life. You begin to cry again in some kind of disbelief, forcing your body to turn towards him and hug him back. You grip the red straps on his chest and press your face against his metal torso, letting the tears roll down him. You won't let go. This one is alive.

He brushes your hair with his claws, lightly scratching your scalp as he does. His other hand rubs into your back, careful to press into your spine and knead it. His legs bunch up and cross around you.

"I was secretly hoping you would snoop around in my deathbox, looking for something you shouldn't." He sighs into your ear. "Instead you cry over me. What a disappointment when I was hoping to catch you being naughty. Do you really feel that attached to me already?" He squeezes you a little, but you can't stop crying to answer him. "You must, otherwise you wouldn't cry for me like this, despite knowing I will always come back."

He continues to try to soothe you as best as he can. He's warmed up and is now reflecting heat back at you. He nuzzles his mask into your shoulder. He takes breaks from brushing your hair to try to wipe away any tears that'd don't make it onto his chest.

"Idiot." He lets out a small chuckle. "You're making me soft." You can't respond, but your tears are finally beginning to run dry. "You know, they say the best way to know if you're loved is to attend your own funeral. Obviously, that's impossible for most. Thank you for attending mine, and showing me this." He unwraps his legs, scoops his arms under you, and stands as he lifts you up with him. You refuse to let go of his straps, although your arms have to extend to hold on as you lie back in his hold.

He brings you over to the bed and lays you down carefully. He touches his mask to your forehead, and begins to pull away. He catches on your grip on his straps. You're still trembling a bit and probably still have that ugly crying face you're self-conscious of, but you can't help it. He carefully starts to pry your fingers off of the straps, but you grip even harder. You're not letting go. You won't let go. What if he leaves?

He sighs, recognizing your distress. He lets go of your fingers and scoops you back up again, this time so you're sitting against his shoulder. He's so excessively strong, he barely even seems to be bothered by the weight of you. He walks you over to the computer desk and sits down with you, leaving you in his lap. His hands wrap around you and begin typing on a keyboard. You carefully touch his face, not paying attention to what he's doing.

He pauses, looks to you, and takes your hand for a moment. He pulls it to the ridge of his mask that has a lip-like tint and angle, pressing the back of your hand into it for a moment before releasing your hand and returning his attention to the computer.

For the first time since you opened that deathbox, you trust what you're seeing. He's back, he's alive, and he's okay. You let your body limply lean into his shoulder, release his straps, and let him handle your weight with his body. You close your eyes and remember how to breathe normally. There's no reason to have a panic attack anymore.

"Take a nap. You're more exhausted than I am somehow. I'll wake you up soon." You feel his hand forcefully guide your head over his shoulder where it can rest comfortably. "Don't argue with me, now. Just do as I say."

You really are exhausted from all the excitement and emotion. You snuggle up against him as he shifts his body to fit your comfort. He makes a slow, heavy breathing sound in rhythm with his typing, and occasionally lightly runs his fingers over your bare skin. You're gone soon after.

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Snowman

Series - Chapter Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’re a HYDRA assassin that’s worked closely with the Winter Soldier, to each of your dismay you’re reunited with Bucky after the blip.

A/N: Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist, no spoilers in this chapter!

Word Count: 1,750

Snowman Masterlist || Full Masterlist

New York

2023

“Did you see her much after that mission?” Dr Raynor asked Bucky. She seemed interested in (Y/N).

“Yea. I saw her in passing a few times. She spent a lot of time at the base I was at. Sometimes I’d be out of cryo for weeks on a mission. That’s when I saw her the most.”

“What did you do together?”

“Played card games, trained together, built weapons, I taught her how to snipe. Normal shit, I guess.” It felt strange thinking about it all. It felt like a different lifetime to him.

“I guess that is somewhat normal for trained assassins. Did you tell her anything about yourself? After she explained her story, did you reciprocate that?” His therapist questioned.

“I couldn’t. I didn’t really remember that much about myself. Everything I knew was wiped, I was pretty much a blank slate. I couldn’t even tell her my name because I didn’t know it.” Bucky shrugged.

“What did she call you then?”

“She gave me a nickname. Snegovik. It means snowman in Russian. She thought it was hilarious, because I was the Winter Soldier. If anyone else called me snowman I would’ve snapped their necks, but when she did it-'' Bucky paused to think, “It felt nice.”

Moscow

2012

“What’re you doing, snegovik? (snowman)” You placed yourself down at the table opposite Bucky. He looked up at you, his pale blue eyes gazing into yours. You noticed Bucky started looking differently at you as you spent more time together. Instead of a look of hostility or annoyance as he gave to everyone else, it was a gentle look. A look you would give birds dancing in a fountain on a warm day, or a look you would give the sun as it rose so smoothly over the snowy mountains.

“Reading.” He shut the file laid out in front of him. The maroon file had a black HYDRA symbol resting in the middle. It was his next target.

“I haven’t had a case in weeks. I’m bored out of my mind. Do you wanna go to the firing range with me?” You queried. The HYDRA base you were currently stuck at had one of the largest firing ranges down in the basement, with a very fun collection of weaponry.

“I know what we can do. Let’s go snezhinka. (snowflake)” Bucky pushed up against the table to stand, he grabbed his file and walked off. You quickly followed behind.

The two of you ended up in a large room full of dark grey lockers. It was an empty, dusty smelling room. Not many agents or assassins resided at this base so it was mostly desolate.

Bucky pulled a few lockers open, his metal fingers clanking against the steel lockers. He tossed a large coat towards you. It was black with a soft fur lining the hood.

“Put that on.” He demanded.

“Are we going outside?” You asked, tossing the coat over your shoulders and zipping up the front.

“Mhm.” Bucky pulled his sniper rifle out of a locker. It was already put together. He grabbed a small, red box of ammunition and an extra scope. He walked off again, he tended to do that.

You waltzed off behind him.

“Don’t you need a coat too?”

“No. I’m the snowman, remember?” He smirked back at you. Bucky didn’t smile very often, you always tried to savour the moments that he did.

The two of you exited the compound through a side door, it simply led out into the snowy forest. He began walking out into the snow, along a path he’d obviously walked plenty of times before. The large pines that inhabited the forest were covered in a layer of thick snow. The reminisce of grass and flowers barely poked through the large sheet of white on the ground.

Bucky’s path guided to a small, wooden sniper nest. It was an old sniper range that used to be for protecting the base. As more enhanced people began showing up, HYDRA moved to using giant concrete bunkers instead.

Bucky threw down a thin, dark green blanket and lay down on his stomach. He quickly set up his sniper rifle and adjusted the scope.

“Lie down.” He asserted. You complied, lying down on your stomach next to him. There was nearly no room between your bodies, the sniper nest seemed like it was only made for one. His body radiated heat like a fire. So much for snowman, you thought. Bucky lined up the spare scope and passed it over to you.

“Look through that.”

You stared through the small scope, it showed a few trees over two kilometres away. “What am I looking for?” You asked, quietly.

Bucky didn’t reply. The sound of the silenced sniper announced, and a single pinecone burst into pieces. You turned from the scope to look at the man next to you. “That was 2,000 meters away, holy shit.”

“2,248 meters.” He added, lifting the sniper to sit in front of you. “Your turn.”

“I told you, snegovik, I can’t snipe. I’ve never been good at it.”

“I’ll teach you.” He took the spare scope from your hand. “Get nice and close to the gun, your shoulder should be up against this part,” he motioned to the back end of the rifle, you shuffled so you were in place, “look through the scope,” you did as he instructed, “and here,” his hand grabbed your wrist, the cool metal of his fingers burnt against your hand. You didn’t know much about how his metal arm worked, but he seemed to have amazing control over it. He was so gentle as directed your hand to a dial near the scope, “use this to adjust your sight. Take it to 500 metres out, we’ll start off easy.”

You adjusted the scope. 500m. You agilely moved to line up with a large pine cone resting on one of the giant pine trees.

“Deep breath.” Bucky said lightly, “fire.”

Your finger snapped down the trigger and the bullet flew. Bucky watched through his own scope as the bullet hit its target.

“I did it!” You announced,

“You’re not as bad as you thought.” He smiled, “go further out and try again.”

You and Bucky sat in that tiny sniper nest shooting pinecones for hours.

Bucky left early that morning for his mission, leaving you at the base by yourself for a few days. You spent most of those days shooting and you spent your nights combat training. Unsurprisingly, you’d developed some severe insomnia. In your line of work it wasn’t uncommon. Kraken didn’t want you to take any sort of sleeping medication that the HYDRA doctors suggested because he was afraid it would affect your work ethic. He wanted you staying sharp. Arguably, running off no sleep didn’t have you very sharp.

It was another regular night. 2, maybe 3 in the morning, you were in the gym, giving everything you had to a black punching bag. Your bandaged knuckles were feeling the force with every blow. You tiring body felt shaken under the strenuous training you were putting yourself through.

“It’s a bit late for this, snezhikna.” A deep voice announced from the entrance of the gym. You turned to see a muscular figure. He was covered in black clothing, only revealing his face and his large metallic arm. Not many people were able to sneak up on you, except Bucky, he always could.

“How was the mission?” You returned to your punching bag.

“The target was eliminated.” You heard the faint sound of his boots approaching. By the time you spun around he was directly behind you. “Let’s spar. It doesn’t look like that bag’s putting up much of a fight.”

He moved towards the thin gym mats. You watched as he adjusted his arm, each metal part whirring into place. You unravelled your knuckles, standing on the mat opposite him. The two of you stared in silence for a moment, the tension between you hung like a heavy, black smoke. A vicious grin flicked along your mouth and you began.

Punches were met with dodges, kicks were defended with blocks. You ducked, grabbed his metal wrist and pinned it behind him. He adjusted and threw your body over the top of him. You landed hard on the ground. He smiled. You whipped around and caused his legs to fall out from beneath him. He fell, and you quickly moved to throw your legs around his neck. He lay on the ground in a choke hold between your legs. You didn’t apply too much pressure, just enough to stop him from moving.

“Nice job.” He grunted. Just as you thought he would tap out, he grabbed either side of your waist and twisted you so he was able to free himself from your legs. You scrambled to get off your back but Bucky was too quick. His muscular legs had your ankles pinned down and his metal arm had both of your wrists over your head. It clicked into place and held you pinned to the ground.

You’d never felt weak in your life, you were skilled, strong, smart. But Bucky sitting above you like this made you feel so small.

“How can I tap out if you’re holding my arms?” You joked.

Without a moment's warning Bucky lowered his head and pressed his lips against yours. Everything about Bucky was harsh, rough, and cold. But his kiss, it was gentle and sweet.

You kissed back without hesitation, his metal arm relaxed and your hands tangled into his messy hair. He unpinned your legs and you instinctively wrapped your thighs around his waist. His soft, real hand caressed your waist, holding you as if you were fragile china.

He didn’t touch you with his metal hand. He used it to hold up his weight. He never barely ever touched you with that hand. He never knew how strong it really was and he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you. Ever since you’d told him his hand was cold, he’d been much more cautious with it. You were the warmth in his life. He didn’t want to mess that up.

“Snegovik, we can’t do this here.” You smiled up at him, your hands held gently against his cheeks, his stubble tickling your palms.

“Let’s go then, my snezhinka.” He carefully picked you up and led you out of the gym.

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gumnut-logic · 3 years ago

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I know I’ve posted this one before, but what the hell. It’s Johnny and one of my favs :D

-o-o-o-

John Tracy was sick.

Which meant John Tracy wasn’t allowed to go home.

Sure, he could say that he was home, but it didn’t really feel like home. It was full of brothers and people he loved, but it didn’t feel like home.

Home was among the stars.

But apparently astronauts with the flu weren’t allowed to go home.

“It won’t be for long, John. It will be over before you know it.” Virgil was kind and reassuring, but it didn’t really help.

He wanted to go home.

He was determined to work, of course. Until Scott caught him and cut him off.

There were some loud words over that, but the medical department of IR (aka Virgil) sided with the command department (aka Scott) and yeah, he was grounded, cut off from his ‘bird, holed up in his room and miserable.

Of course, his brothers attempted to cheer him up. Alan dumped himself on his bed chattering away with his latest game, all eager enthusiasm. Gordon brought him a pet crab. Even cared for it for him. John was left wondering if it was a snarky metaphor as the crab sat under a rock all day and had a distinct grumpy appearance.

Virgil and Scott were more subtle, but no less caring. Scott ran ideas past him for communications improvements. Piano music and the occasional piece of art found its way into his rooms uninvited.

He appreciated it. Truly, he did.

He just wanted to go home.

The morning he woke up with a cat sleeping on his chest was the last straw.

“C’mon, guys. You know I’m allergic to cats. Are your trying to kill me?” He held the cat out at arm’s length just waiting for his nasal passages to swell up. Though at this point considering his condition, he wasn’t really sure he would notice.

The cat meowed pitifully at him.

Virgil frowned.

Scott arched an eyebrow.

Gordon looked guilty....but then he always looked guilty. John was sure it was an inbuilt survival strategy.

Alan was cooing at the cat and reaching out to scratch it under the chin.

It was an orange stripy thing with big whiskers and that ragdoll floppiness all cats sported.

“Gordon?” Scott’s arched eyebrow was now pointed at the aquanaut.

“What are you looking at me for? I got him the crab, why would I get him a cat? The cat will eat the crab.” Gordon frowned at John. “Don’t let the cat eat the crab.”

Not a sentence John had ever predicted hearing in his lifetime.

“Can someone please take this thing?” He held out the cat even further.

Virgil, still frowning, gently collected the cat from John’s hands and automatically curled it up in his arms. A finger scratched under its chin.

“Thank you. I’m going back to bed.”

And he did.

The next time he woke, a pair of green feline eyes were staring at him, the cat, once again, curled up on his chest.

What?

It meowed at him and poked his nose with a paw.

“Virgil!”

He must have yelled a little too much because next minute his big brother barrelled into the room, panic on his face. “John, what the-?!”

His eyes landed on the cat and his shoulders literally sagged. “Goddamnit, that’s where you are. I’ve been looking for you for hours.” Virgil reached to pick up the cat.

The cat turned from mild mannered bed companion to spitting and screeching demon within a blink. Virgil yelped and fell backwards, his feet slipping on the mat and his butt hitting the floor with a crash.

One of John’s telescopes teetered before tipping ever so slowly. Virgil saw it and struggled to catch it. “Shiiit!” He threw himself in its path and the four-foot metal cylinder landed in his lap.

There was an oomph and Virgil was flat on his back on the floor.

Demon cat kneaded John’s chest a little before settling once more.

It began to purr.

“Virgil? You okay?”

His brother grunted and John struggled out of bed, shoving the cat out of the way. “Virgil?”

“I’m good.” It was up an octave higher than normal. “Sorry about your telescope.”

John grabbed the telescope off his brother and righted it. It was his own fault for leaving it there in the first place. Stargazing from bed was a habit much more easily exercised on TB5.

Virgil waved off his offered hand and rolled over, pushing himself to his feet with another grunt. He eyed the cat with suspicion. “I thought we had an understanding, Bagel.”

The cat eyed Virgil with equal suspicion.

“Bagel?”

“Gordon claims it is your cat so needs a John name.”

“A John name?”

“Yeah, Bagel it is.”

“It’s not my cat! And where did it come from anyway?” John frowned at Virgil. “Another stowaway on Two.”

“No! You know we have sensors for that now. And besides, that was only once.”

“Twice.”

“Once. The polar bear doesn’t count.”

“The polar bear most assuredly does count. Alan still hasn’t forgiven you.”

“Really?”

“It was a polar bear, Virgil.”

“Yeah, well, that is your cat.”

“That is not my cat.”

“Apparently she has decided she is yours.” Virgil held up his hands. Several scratches decorated his skin. “I have enough of these already. She’s yours.”

“I’m allergic.”

Virgil peered up at him, brown eyes assessing. “You don’t appear to be suffering a reaction. She’s been gone for hours. If she has been here, on your chest all that time, you should be showing the affects. All I can see is the remains of your flu.” A frown. “Are you feeling any better?”

It was John’s turn to frown. He had almost forgotten he was ill, but now his attention returned to his body, the signs were clear.

But he was feeling a little better.

“A little.”

Virgil reached up and squeezed his arm. “Good. You hungry?”

A brief consultation with his stomach and he realised that yes, he was. “Yes, I think so.”

A smile spread over his brother’s face. “Great. You’re on the mend.” Another squeeze of his arm and Virgil turned towards the door. “Meet you in the kitchen. Scott went all out this morning and made pancakes. I stashed you some. Gotta grab them before Gordon discovers them.”

“FAB.” John couldn’t help but return his brother’s smile.

Virgil grinned and with a half-hearted groan rubbed his butt and staggered with some exaggeration out the door. “Don’t forget your cat.”

John turned back to stare at the ginger monstrosity still sitting on his bed, calmly grooming.

“Bagel, is it?”

The cat blinked and kept licking its fur.

John sighed and grabbed his clothes.

-o-o-o-

The cat followed him downstairs for the meal, which turned out to be dinner. He had managed to sleep the day away. Apparently, this was a good thing, because for the first time in days, he could move without creaking.

Virgil had indeed stashed pancakes and within minutes there was a short stack piled up in front of him complete with ice cream and maple syrup. Before he even bothered to acknowledge the envy emanating from Gordon across the other side of the table, the stack began to disappear.

Scott knew how to make pancakes. John considered his big brother’s purpose in life and came to the immediate conclusion that it should be IR, family and pancakes.

Of course, pancakes could be a subset of family if considered that way, but there was always the possibility of him opening a business as a pancake chef.

Blink.

Yes, the flu had obviously taken part of his brain with it.

A pair of blue eyes and two pairs of brown were staring at him.

“What?”

“Did you bother to breathe between bites, bro?” Gordon gestured with his head at the table.

John looked down and found his plate empty. “Guess I was hungry. Scott makes great pancakes.”

“Yes, he does.” Virgil plonked a glass of orange juice in front of him and took away his sticky plate. “Now drink your juice and we’ll set up for family movie.”

“Aren’t you guys going to eat?”

“Already eaten.” Scott was poking at his phone, holograms bouncing around above it. “Grandma made meatloaf surprise again.”

John choked on his juice. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.” Scott did look a little green around the gills.

Well, that explained the envy on Gordon’s face and why Alan was very absent.

“Anyone feed the youngest?”

“All under control.” Virgil chucked Gordon a celery crunch bar and the aquanaut grabbed it from the air.

It was devoured faster than John’s pancakes.

Virgil wandered back into the kitchen proper and soon there was the delicious smell of hot popcorn wafting through the room. The engineer walked past the table again and dumped a chocolate bar in front of Scott. Another one landed in front of John.

“Consider it a survivor’s reward.” Virgil grabbed Scott’s phone out of his hand.

“Hey!”

“Stop working, this is family time. Everything can wait a couple of hours.”

Scott glared at his brother, but grabbed the chocolate bar and capitulated anyway.

Probably because he knew Virgil was right. It was so easy to get absorbed with International Rescue business. John knew he was a fantastic example case of such a syndrome.

A sigh.

Scott glanced up at him. “How are you doing, John?” A smirk. “How’s Bagel?”

As if beckoned, the cat in question suddenly leapt up on to the table and stalked the length of it towards Scott. John’s eyes widened as his eldest brother was targeted by a feline glare of epic proportions.

Scott’s expression was quite an amusing mixture and defiance and terror. Bagel sat down in front of him and after a moment of intense eyeballing decided Scott was boring and started washing herself.

“That is one weird cat, John.”

Everyone jumped as Bagel shot to her feet and dashed across the table at Gordon. “Holy crap!” The aquanaut scrambled backwards as Bagel ran at him. He tangled his feet in the stool he was sitting on and with a crash, ended up on the floor.

“Ow.”

Reaching the edge of the table, Bagel stopped and peered down at the fallen Thunderbird and, apparently deciding Gordon was no more interesting than Scott, sat down and returned to grooming.

The remaining three vertical brothers stared at each other and the cat.

No one said a thing.

“Uh, can someone give me a hand up, here?” Gordon vaguely waved an arm about and Virgil edged around the table to help his brother up.

His eyes barely left Bagel.

“Has anyone fed the cat?” John threw the question in there as a bit of an icebreaker since said cat had frozen the room almost solid.

Bagel looked up and stared at John for a moment before jumping to her feet and ambling over. A simple step off the table and she was in his lap, circling for moment to find a comfortable spot, then curling up and purring.

Again, everyone was staring at the orange fluff ball, John included.

“You have a very strange cat.” Apparently, Gordon hadn’t learnt from his earlier experience, but fortunately, Bagel ignored him this time.

John stared down at the purring ball of fur.

Yes, it seems he did.

-o-o-o-

Despite the possessed cat, the rest of the night went very well. All five brothers plus Kayo threw down some pillows, curled up in front of the holoprojector and waded through a trashy b-grade movie that looked like they were using mannequins for actors and plastic models for set pieces. There was popcorn, laughter and loving family. John felt warm and relaxed and better than he had in days. Somewhere between action scenes, he drifted off to the tinny soundtrack and the sound of his brothers criticising the special effects.

“Johnny?” It was whispered “Johnny, you’ve got to move or you’ll end up with one hell of a neckache.”

A blink and he found himself looking at Virgil upside down. Wha-?

“C’mon, bro. Up you get.” And his brother was lifting him up. Another blink and he realised he was lying on one of the couches...almost upside down, his feet at an angle above his head with his head hanging off the seat cushion. He was far too long for the piece of furniture and, apparently, he had stretched in his sleep.

Virgil was shifting his shoulders into a more horizontal position. Beyond him, the holoprojector was listing all the languages the movie was available in, complete with appropriate copyright warnings. Idly he noted that the Hungarian translation had an error in the third line.

John let his feet drop to the end of the couch before folding up enough to force himself upright. Ugh, Virgil was right. His neck cricked and creaked along with his spine. God, gravity was a nasty piece of work. It had also apparently dribbled all the mucus in his body into his head. His skull protested at the pressure as he sat up and he groaned.

“John?”

Why did everyone think Scott was the worry wart of the family? Virgil with his medical radar was just as bad, if not worse. “I’m fine. Just a head full of snot.” Ugh. Right between his eyeballs, throbbing to the beat of his heart. “Just kill me now.”

Suddenly there was an orange cat in his face, staring.

“What? Bagel, not now.” He gently picked up the cat and put her on the couch beside him. Where the hell had she come from anyway?

A pitiful meow was her response and she edged nearer brushing her cheek against his arm.

Despite himself, he turned to her. “What’s wrong?”

She looked up at him with a combination of adoration and haughtiness. He had no idea what to make of that expression.

Of course, she was a cat. Who understood cats?

“Are you two having a moment?” His brother’s smiling baritone broke the silence and to John’s surprise, Bagel turned to Virgil and hissed angrily.

His big brother took a hurried step back.

“Bagel! Leave him alone! He will never hurt you. For goodness sake, Virgil wouldn’t hurt a fly. Give him some respect.”

To his complete surprise, Bagel stopped hissing immediately. She turned to him almost a question on her face before once again looking at Virgil. Her head dropped and stared at the floor.

“What the hell?” It was little more than breath and all his big brother. Virgil was staring at Bagel, his brow crumpling into a deep frown.

Bagel’s head shot up and once again she was staring at Virgil.

Virgil’s frown got even deeper.

“John where did you get this cat from?”

“I told you, I don’t know. I’ve never seen her before in my life.”

Virgil continued his staring contest with the cat.

“What is it?” His brother’s expression was becoming unnerving, so suddenly determined, it was almost fierce.

“I don’t know.” A pause. “Keep her out of sensitive areas for me, will you?”

“Sure.”

Bagel continued to stare at Virgil.

Virgil continued to stare at Bagel.

A solid moment passed and then his brother was shaking his head, looking at his feet, looking at John. “You good to make it up to your rooms?”

“Yeah.”

“I need to go hunt down Scott. One of the TI directors in the States forgot the time zones. He’s been on the phone for half an hour already.” Virgil sighed.

“Need backup?”

“No.” A hand dropped to John’s shoulder. “You go to bed, you need it. I’ve got this.” The hand disappeared and Virgil climbed out of the lounge, heading towards the balcony.

Bagel was licking her paw.

John sighed. Perhaps some paracetamol would help. “C’mon, Bagel, apparently, you’re with me.” He picked her up and held her against his chest as he staggered to his feet. Cursed gravity. How he missed being able to make the smallest movements and coast across a room.

Bagel reached her head up and snuggled under his chin, her purr vibrating his sternum.

“Why me?” It was little more than an exhaled breath and he wasn’t sure it was a complaint or an actual question.

In either case, Bagel didn’t answer. She just purred into his chest.

So, it remained a mystery for another night.

-o-o-o-

“It just appeared. No trace on sensors, nothing. It’s as if it didn’t exist before the day before yesterday.”

Virgil’s puzzled voice echoed up the stairs as John approached the kitchen the next morning. He glanced at his watch. This was early for his brother; he usually wasn’t up for another hour at least.

“I’m telling you, Scott, there is something very strange about that cat.”

John paused at the top of the stairs, his hands curled around Bagel, gently scratching her under the chin. He had awoken again with her on his chest, but unlike the previous two incidents, he had found himself surprisingly comforted with her presence.

Her purring was strangely calming.

“I will admit she is quite volatile.” Scott’s voice was surprisingly reluctant. “She didn’t even take to Gordon. Every living creature takes to Gordon. Except lizards, I guess. Hell, she doesn’t even like you.”

“That’s just it. She doesn’t act like a cat.”

“What, just because she doesn’t like you?”

“I’m sorry, Scott. Something just doesn’t feel right. Why is she so attached to John? What if she is a plant after our technology?”

“A tech seeking cat? Really?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time an animal has been used for espionage.”

Scott sighed and John shifted, attempting to loosen the tense muscles in his shoulders.

“It’s just that John appears to have latched onto Bagel as much as the cat has to him. How often does John attach to anybody?”

“And that’s what scares me the most. What happens when he returns to TB5? He can’t take a cat with him. It wouldn’t be safe for either of them.”

“Then we look after Bagel for him.”

It was Virgil’s turn to sigh and it was a worried one.

John chose that moment to make his entrance. He stepped lightly down the stairs. “You two really do worry far too much.”

Both brothers started as he entered. The guilty expressions on their faces were quite amusing.

“Virgil, if you are worried about Bagel, scan her.” John held the cat out to his brother. “Take her up to the infirmary and run her through a thorough physical. In fact, I would prefer if you did since as you said, I have become somewhat attached to her. As to what we are going to do when I return to Five...” He shrugged. “I hope we can work something out.”

Virgil managed to look both apologetic and sad.

To John’s astonishment, Bagel wriggled out of his grip and jumped down to the floor. She ambled over to Virgil. His brother froze, obviously wary, but the cat gently brushed up against his leg and rubbed the length of her body across his boots.

The whole room stared.

“Good morning, Bagel.” Virgil’s voice was a little breathless.

“Good morning, Virgil.” The whole room jumped as Brains jogged down the stairs and passing them, bee-lined for the fridge.

“‘Morning, Brains, John.” Gordon wandered in from the pool rubbing a towel through his hair. “Yaargh! What the hell, Virgil. You gone to the cat side?” He took several steps back as he caught sight of Bagel.

Bagel, still wrapped around Virgil’s ankles, turned towards Gordon and spat at him.

“That damn cat is possessed.” The aquanaut made sure the table was between him and the feline.

Bagel glared at him, following with her eyes.

“Eos, I know G-Gordon can b-be a challenge, b-but really, h-he is a good man.” Brains was pouring milk into his cereal on the bench.

“Yes, but he is so annoying.” The AI’s voice bounced across the house’s comm system.

“He st-still deserves r-respect.”

The comm system grunted.

Every eye in the room stared at the engineer.

Gordon found his voice first. “Wow, Brains, thanks.”

John was staring at Bagel. “Eos what do you know about Bagel?”

“Oh, John, everything.” The little imp was so smug.

Two strides and John was beside Virgil. Reaching down, he snagged Bagel off the floor and held her up, his eyes raking over the cat. A moment of intense examination. Bagel stared back at him calmly.

“Okay, how did you do it?”

“Do what, John?”

“Do not mess with me, Eos. I want answers and I want them now.”

“Hiram helped me.”

“Helped you do what?” Scott’s voice was sharp. “Brains?”

“It was a v-very interesting challenge.”

“What did you do, Brains?” Commander Tracy stood up from the table, his height saying everything it needed to.

Brains didn’t notice.

“Oh, Eos had an e-excellent idea to equip Thunderbird F-Five with an internal m-mobile probe mechanism.

“Yes, something that could get into the spaces John cannot.” Still smug. Oh, there would be some serious talking at a later time.

“So, you built a cat.” Virgil’s eyes were wide.

Brains sipped his orange juice, still seemingly unaware of the tension in the room. “She didn’t think I could. So, I did.” He was definitely pleased with himself.

“You built a cat?” Gordon was an echo of his brother. “That cat?” He stabbed a finger in Bagel’s direction.

“Yes?” Finally, the man appeared to realise that something was amiss. “I’m v-very happy with the r-results. It performs v-very well.”

It certainly did. John had her under his arm and found himself scratching her under her chin despite everything.

He forced himself to stop.

“John?”

“Yes, Eos?”

“Do you like her?” Suddenly he was a parent faced with his child’s school science project and the need for approval.

Some science project.

“I like her, Eos.”

“Can we keep her?”

“That is yet to be decided.” It came out firm. It needed to be firm...even though he already knew the answer.

“But-“

“Eos, why didn’t you tell us Bagel wasn’t really a cat?”

“But she is...”

“Eos.”

“John...”

“Eos!”

“I missed you.”

He froze. “I’m right here.”

“But it’s not the same.” That was a definite whine. “You’re not with me. It gets lonely up here without you. So, I built a way to be down there with you.” Bagel rubbed her cheek against his hand.

“Eos is in the cat?” Gordon’s jaw may as well have been on the floor. “She hates me that much?!”

“I don’t hate you, Gordon. You are quite funny. Somewhat clumsy, but funny.”

“Eos.”

“Yes, John?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

No answer.

“Brains, why didn’t you tell us?” Commander Tracy was glaring at the engineer.

“T-Tell you what?”

“About Eos and the cat.”

“That would have r-ruined the experiment.”

“What?”

“Eos w-wanted to see if the f-feline programming was sufficient. The b-best way to do that was test it.”

“On us?” Gordon spouted outrage.

“Surprisingly only V-Virgil appears to have b-been concerned. I w-would be interested to hear your evaluation.”

“Sure.” Virgil appeared to still be processing. Probably attempting to work out exactly how Brains had pulled it off.

“Brains, you, Eos, John and I are going to have a serious conversation.” Scott’s voice was stern. “This is not happening again. This family is not an experimental lab.”

“It was not his fault, Commander.”

Scott arched an eyebrow up at the ceiling. “Really, Eos? I have no doubt that John has a few choice words to be said on this matter.” Oh, yes, choice and many. “In the meantime, please cease the experiment.”

“But-“

“Eos.”

“Very well.”

The cat in John’s arms went completely limp.

He couldn’t help it; a gasp passed his lips and he caught the sudden dead weight with both hands. “Eos!”

All life had left Bagel. She became nothing more than a lifeless corpse. Something inside him lurched horribly.

Every eye in the room was staring at him.

“John?” Virgil’s eyes flashed concern.

He gathered up the cat in his arms and gently placed her on the seat of one of the kitchen chairs.

So real. He shivered.

“You okay?” His big brother was suddenly beside him.

“That was unnerving.” Both of them stared at the immobile TB5 internal remote probe mechanism.

“Eos, can you please reactivate Bagel.”

“Virgil-“

“No, Scott. Too creepy, too real. Please, just...leave her be.”

To John’s surprise, Scott didn’t protest.

But Bagel didn’t move.

“Eos?” His own voice sounded hollow in his ears.

“Yes, John?”

“Please reactivate Bagel.”

“Why?”

“Eos, just please.”

“Very well.”

And Bagel uncurled herself, sat up and glared at Scott. Before Eos could exact any form of petulant revenge, he grabbed Bagel off the chair and held her in his arms.

“Thank you, Eos.”

“You are very welcome.” Impertinent little brat.

“Now, I’m going to have breakfast, then we are going to have that conversation.”

“Yes, John.”

Something in the room snapped and suddenly everyone went back to their morning routine with only the occasional stare at the cat in his arms.

“Would you like some cereal, John?” Virgil was heading towards the fridge.

“You don’t have to get me breakfast, Virgil.”

“You have your hands full and I’ve already had mine.”

“How early were you up this morning?”

“Early enough. Your cat weirded me out.”

Bagel was rubbing her cheek against his fingers again. He grabbed a chair and sat himself down, placing Bagel on the chair beside him. She started grooming herself quite content.

A bowl was placed in front of him, followed by a cereal box, milk and another glass of orange juice.

Bagel stared up at him

He shook his head slowly. “What am I going to do with you?”

The cat tilted her head and licked her whiskers.

And he knew that somewhere far above the planet his daughter was laughing.

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