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emily-the-fae · 3 years ago

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Sound of a Heartbeat

Part 5. Walking makes the road

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 6

Unbelievable, but I'm finally back with a new chapter. I've been going through a lot of stuff with my studies and personal life for the past month and here it comes. Finally done with the editing. Most definitely not the best chapter in the story, but it has to be here to keep the storyline together and moving. Anyways, enjoy. Like and comment if you do, I'm very happy to receive feedback.

PS Dracula back to the story soon:)

I still have no beta and English isn't my mothertongue.

Pairing: Dracula X OC

Warnings: probably none, skeletons on sticks...the usual stuff

Wandering into the lands ruled over by darkness itself has never been pleasant.

The next morning was freezing cold, just as the passing night - no warmth was brought by the little sunlight that came - and upon waking up Shari briefly wondered how she wasn't dead of the cold yet. Her mornings were something like crawling out of a tomb every time - the kind she imagined when she heard the stories of vampires awakening, though no doubt they must have still felt better than she did. Those bastards.

Morning light was dim and weak, there were torn scraps of greyish mist laying low above the ground and the forest was eerily quiet. Shari knew the sun had to be very low, but nevertheless up, which meant that she had to be on the move already, and yet she couldn’t force herself to move a single inch, as if the forces of the castle were sensing her approach and weakening her on purpose.

She hadn't entered any towns - in fact, hadn't seen any in the previous eight hours or so of her walking the day before - and though her food supplies weren't awfully low, her health seemed to be protesting and weakening at hourly rate, demanding normal human conditions and rest. She needed warmth and a bed, and she was sure as hell that where she was heading she would either get those only already in Dracula's den, or won't get it at all.

- So? Are you up? Heading? The faster you rise, the faster we'll be there, - Shari sat back against the tree trunk, taking a gulp of cold water from her flask - she wouldn't mind Trevor's whiskey right now, but the hunter took it all with him; Rodo was seemingly relieved that he was free of his duty of being her personal heater, he jumped up and ran around the forest opening, stretching his stiff muscles. At least someone had energy left.

- You know I'm really beginning to hate you now... - she yawned.

- I believe you have already mentioned that.

- Not enough, apparently.

- Oh, come on, you like my company. Besides I'm the only one helping you so hey...

- Ok, ok can I get my food at least?

- You can eat on the go! Come on! - she whistled for Rodo even though she knew he couldn't hear her. Shari stood up purposefully slowly and made the first hesitant steps to follow her guide. Oh where were those wonderful times when she could stay in bed almost all day if she was feeling under the weather? She could kill for such a possibility at the given moment. There was a screech of another winged demon somewhere in the distance, Shari shuddered, brought out of her thoughts and Rodo turned his head briefly, seemingly considering whether he should bolt to search for the other creature, but quickly averted his muzzle from the direction and followed Shari, jumping from tree to ground and back up.

It was going to be a long day.

- Did you walk the same way? First time you found his castle? - the scenery about them was dreadful to say the very least. The forest was greyer now, less green, less alive than on the route before. The few small villages they passed were seemingly abandoned completely for decades if not centuries and Shari felt rather than acknowledged that the farther she went, the worse it would become.

- Not quite, - Lisa replied, her voice all too lively for a ghost. - The direction I came from was a bit more disturbing than here, - Shari briefly wondered how that should have looked, if this desolation seemed lively in comparison. - And I also went alone you know, so...

- Oh, yes, thank you, my wise guide for leading my way... Probably to the dinner table of a very aggressive vampire, - Shari bowed mockingly, then coughed again, swallowing the blood the pooled to her mouth.

- Calm down. There won't be anyone there, I'm quite sure.

- A-ha! So now you are "quite" sure!?

- Don't be mean, I'm trying to save your life here.

- Exactly me for some reason, - Shari snorted sarcastically.

- For the same reasons you helped Adrian. Because I can't just walk past... and because I feel rather than know that helping you is more than just helping one particular person. Just like you felt about him - didn't you?

That shut the girl up for considerable time.

They walked all day long only making one small stop to rest during - at least what was supposed to be - midday (it was very hard to understand where the sun was behind the treetops, clouds and fog). Shari coughed up blood and swore like a sailor, but Lisa only let her sit down long enough to gulp down some food. If she wasn’t killed by some night creature, she would sure as hell be tired to death with such a guide pushing her to the limit. It was visible how the closeness of their destination made the ghost more and more agitated.

The dawn was already close and Shari was ready to give up the hopes of getting to her goal on that day - ever, to be honest, judging by the condition of her lungs – her body desperately wanted her to drop down and call it a night. The forest around them was dreary and dense, the mist had never lessened since morning; Shari was cold, slightly wet and unbearably tired and even Rodo seemed to lose some of his enthusiasm, even though the darkness should have empowered him. Maybe being around humans rubbed off on the creature a little.

- Shush, - Lisa turned to Shari as they walked on, gesturing for her to cut her whining and keep quiet. Shari stopped abruptly looking around in alert, trying to see through at least some reasonable distance between the tree trunks. Finally she understood what picked her companion’s attention: clearing began to be noticeable before them - it seemed that the woods were all of a sudden coming to their edge.

They carried on walking in silence for a few more minutes until they finally reached the end of the trees – the edge of the forest. The final border between the darkness of Dracula’s lands and the normal world. Shari gasped in surprise and horror: in front of her was a few feet sandy drop covered here and there in greyish grass that led to a whole field, dry and dead in dim yellow lights with no snow upon it, weak bushes appearing here and there. It seemed that the mere presence of the undead somewhere nearby sucked the life out of the lands. Peculiar graveyard formation occupied a part of the land - human skeletons hanging on tall sticks, all in varying poses, as if frozen in their deadly agony, dried with ages and falling apart. Whatever happened there, it was nothing good. If this was what the owner of the lands decided to expose to lone travelers, it was quite obvious there would be no “welcome” shield ahead.

There was no visible end to the field, at least the reddish mist coloured by the light of the setting sun made it impossible to see far in the distance. Shari coughed, dusty air tickling her throat, and looked back to the ghost in confusion. Was this what they had searched for?

- Are you sure this is…?

- My reaction precisely when I first saw this place, - Lisa was amused, watching the healer's fearful face. - Come on, we're almost there now.

- Wait! What, there? To those? - she gestured actively to the mass of aged corpses, but Lisa payed no attention to her reaction. - Lord, why do I always get myself into the deepest trouble I can find? Could've stayed somewhere safe and warm, healed a bit, but no-o I had to be right here, torn apart by bats and hell-knows-what-else-inhabits-this-place, - Shari mumbled to herself as they descended into the valley, her feet slipping upon rocks and sliding on the unsolid sandy ground.

- Oh, come on, it's not as scary here. You’ve surely seen worse - Lisa replied, - they were walking deeper into the field, navigating their way between the mutilated skeletons, as the reddish-grey twilight around them was darkening minute by minute.

- Maybe. Doesn’t mean I want to see more.

Just as the words left her mouth, there was a blood-chilling howl somewhere in the distance and a horde of great black bats, apparently awoken by the sound, appeared out of nowhere, flapping their wings above their heads rapidly; Shari yelled and dipped down in fear. Rodo on the contrary jumped up from behind her back, trying to reach the annoying loud things and succeeding in catching one of the creatures between his sharp fangs. Shari only crouched down lower, as she heard the struggles of the defeated being next to her ear. Then a snap - the animal stopped moving, as Rodo tightened his jaws, probably breaking the thing's stamina. Just as abrupt as it began, the flapping of the bats above her stopped too.

- Lisa? Are-are they gone? - her voice was slightly shaking, she awaited the dreadful howl to repeat even closer.

- Shari, stand up! Shari! - she heard Lisa's voice coming from behind her back and turned around, her eyes searching for the ghost, as she realized that Lisa has moved much further away than she expected. Shari was on her feet in an instant, finally noticing what stood behind the ghost's transparent form, her mouth fell agape at what she could see before her now.

A wide set of steps that led to doors so tall that she felt her head spin even looking up at it - the dark stone walls went up and disappeared in the low greyish mist. Her ghost companion was at the top of the steps already and Rodo was gladly running up to the doors, apparently recognizing the smell of his own home of some time ago. Shari followed behind him hesitantly, looking around for any sign of movement.

- Come on, don't be shy, - Lisa cooed, as if luring in a small child. Her greyish form paused on one spot, waiting for Shari by the door. The girl looked around one more time as she joined the ghost on the final steps,

- Are you... Sure? This doesn't look completely abandoned. I mean, can you be sure he isn't home? That he won't be back soon? Clearly you can’t, why am I even asking… This was a terrible idea straight from the beginning, - she was visibly shacking, clenching and unclenching her fists, stepping from one foot to the other. The whole journey suddenly felt like a big mistake that could still be possibly abandoned if she did not take the final leap. Shari put her hand on the door handle then pulled away in fear. She took a deep breath, putting her palm back more steadily on the door, but was still hesitant to push it open. She paused. There was once again the dreadful howl from before, now closer to them, the creature producing it still not visible. They were standing in almost complete darkness.

- Go! - Lisa pressed.

Rodo leaped on spot beside them.

Shari held her breath – and finally pushed the handle and jumped inside, scared to even look in forward and terrified of what was awaiting behind, diving head-first into unknown - if he is there, let it be, she'd rather be torn apart by him than by whatever thing outside that let out those blood-freezing sounds; Rodo slid in too, in a ghastly manner, his massive form unnaturally smoothly squeezing through the small gap in the doorway and the next moment the door was shut behind her with a loud blow. She was finally inside Dracula's castle.

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 5 years ago

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White female werewolf x female human?

You remember Rhys Pearson? Well, this is set in the same town, the same universe, etc. His older brother, Nicholas shows up, as a sort of counsellor to help rogue werewolves rehabilitate after being kicked out of their pack.

Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea. – Nikita Gill

Warning: some mild language and past assault.

The She-Wolf of Water Creak

They spoke of wolves and ghouls, of monsters that lived in men and hide with smiles during the days, revealing themselves to be the beast within when the moon was out and the air was cold. Water Creak thrived with its animals and beasts, and the creatures that lived here bloomed with the existence beneath twilight.

You should’ve known that living in this town was weird, but you had known that there was always something hiding beneath the roses, and secrets laid.

You sighed heavily, sorting Toby the large Great Dane out after his check-up and scan, before putting him into the shelter for the night. You were tired from a full day’s job working at the veterinary practice, your other colleagues had gone home for the day, leaving you to sort out everything and finalize any of the animals that were still staying overnight.

It didn’t take long before you got a text from your closest friend, Nicholas Pearson, the ding from your phone bringing you to look down at your phone for a brief second:

Hey, hope work wasn’t too rough for you. Nick.

You smiled down at your phone, sending off a quick reply back to him; ‘Couldn’t be as difficult for you I doubt?’

Aside from growing up as the oldest and living with four younger brothers, Nicholas had the toughest job of working as a rehabilitator and counsellor for people who were kicked out of rough homes and families. You could imagine working with delinquent teenagers could be quite a trouble.

Your phone buzzed beside you again, smiling as you shoved it in your pockets, gathering your things as you locked the doors and headed out into the empty parking lot.

You got into your dinky little rust-bucket, the same one you had been driving and had gotten you through Hell and back; Dahlia was quite the charmer and your love.

The engine roared to life and spluttered once and twice, before stilling to a steady rumble, and you headed out through the darkness with the little guidance of the streetlights to help you and the silver flickerings of the moon.

Driving home alone at night was quite troublesome and on the isolated roads were rather unnerving, but you managed to do it every night to get home; where you wretchedly lived quite far out of the small town and closer into the next one.

Your phone buzzed fleetingly once more, and you looked briefly for two seconds down to see that it was ringing. Damn it, if mama could see me now looking to answer my phone, she would kill me.

You briefly looked back up to meet the road, the clear roads seemed normal at first and normal, and you concentrated hard enough to look on both sides of the roads and forest areas, you hadn’t been able to predict that something would come out so soon.

Sure, deer were unlucky to get hit sometimes, but this thing was faster and larger, and your eyes had just about adjusted into registering whatever it was dart across onto your side of the road, your foot hitting the brake at the last moment, but you weren’t fast enough in avoiding it, and the large thump and creak your head that came from your car was enough to make you spring forward.

Good thing you were wearing a seatbelt, but still. You came to realise that you had hit something, and judging from the knock against your car, it was quite big.

“Oh shit, oh shit, fuuuuck.” You swung your seatbelt off you, phone in hand as you stopped the car where you were, car door pushing open you stepped out, taking in what you had just accidentally hit. You were able to distinguish the large fluffy white pelt of it, the large body was hiding its head, but your mind was spinning.

Had you hit someone’s lovely dog? You would hate to imagine it, but you stepped around to the back of it, trying to look at it carefully. It was way too big to be a common dog, and you were sure of it-

-Your hands were shaking as you took the phone and could only dial the only person you could assume that could help you in this situation.

With the desired phone number in place and ringing, it didn’t take long for the phone to finally be picked up, the person’s deep rich voice bringing you back to reality.

“Yes, hello?”

“Nick, it’s me, erm, ah shit-- where do I begin?” Your voice gave off a shaky and nervous laugh, trying to stop your fingers from accidentally dropping it. “Whoa, what happened - are you okay?” His voice was immediate to show concern and shock for you.

“Yeah, I’m fine, not sure if this dog I hit is.”

There was a brief pause from the other end of the line, and you could hear Nicholas heavily breathing down the mic. “You hit a dog?”

“Yes, well no, but it can’t be a dog, it’s too big—it looks like—like a wolf –”

Nicholas slowly and carefully said your name down the phone, his deep voice grave. “Whatever you do, turn back around and take it back with you to the practice, I’ll meet you there.”

“Wait, Nick, I-“ You heard the end of the line cut out, the buzzing of the phone bring your attention to how lonely and daunting it was being out here. Looking back down at the large creature, you could feel the prang in your heart, the desperation in wanting to know it was okay.

“Okay, big guy, I’m gonna get you back, and you’ll be in good shape.” You murmured in reassurance to yourself, putting your phone in your pocket as you bent down to gently try and touch the fur. Its fur was matted and worn as if it had years of neglect and mishandle; the coat knotted and a faded white from mud and grime.

Poor thing has seen the wars. You dreaded, carefully putting your arms around its large torso, your hands quivered when you could feel through the coat and feel the bones; realising that it was malnourished.

The creature gave no noise when you attempting picking them up: having had the experience of having to pick up much bigger dogs onto the table for check-ups, this one must’ve been the same weight as any other normal dog - which put worry into how badly they needed help.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay,” You comforted once they were in the back seat of your car, making sure to get them warm as they rested their large head on the seat; the muzzle bloodied and soaked, their eyes remained closed as if in a heavy sleep, “I hope though.”

You made your way back to the practice in record time: using the back entrance and double-checking that you were still alone. No sign of Nicholas anywhere which got you pondering. You heaved the injured wolf onto the gurney, laying them flat as you rushed to get everything you needed.

One IV drip, a box of first aid and water later and you had gotten it set up, watching with your fingers twiddling, chewing them in silent contemplation, watching over the poor creature. “Where was Nick when you need him?” He thought aloud, your hand coming to get your phone from the table.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear: you hand stopped when you heard the back door trembling and squeak, someone trying to come in when you clearly remember shutting and locking it when you were inside. You would have to apologise for it, but you wanted to work with no disruptions.

You hurried to the door, opening it to see the large man in front of you, towering in the doorframe. Nick had grown to be the tallest still of his brothers and just as muscular as them, from a little boy who was as scrawny as a chicken. His deep amber eyes staring you down as you hesitated with your words.

“I can explain.” You began.

“You can explain later, right now you’re lucky I’m not calling an ambulance for you.” His voice was a deep timbre, his large arms coming to circle your shoulders, squeezing them, his tall figure lowering so he was more to your height. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Nicky,” Your face breaking out into a smile, puffing out your chest, “Nothing can take me down.”

“That’s good, you’re hard as nails, stronger than Rhys that’s for a fact.” Nicholas cracked a broad smile, seeming to recollect, before he head rose, eyes alert as if he had sensed something sour in the air. “Is she here?”

“How do you know it’s a female?” You questioned, moving aside as he powered in, seeming to know on instinct where to find her, you trailing behind him when you had entered the small room; the light flickering as you had looked around to familiarise yourself.

It seemed... odd for Nicholas to know something like that when you hadn’t told him.

“Where is she?” Nick asked, your eyes trailing to where the large wolf had once been lying on the gurney, now nothing was left as if the wolf had disappeared in a puff of smoke; only remaining the IV drip that had been discarded to the floor.

“She was here, I swear.” Your heart dropped at the thought, a wild animal wandering and prowling in the practice, or maybe had even escaped back into the outside world, but you would’ve been certain you would’ve heard something like a window crash open.

“She didn’t get too far, she’s still here,” Again, another odd comment for someone who wasn't there, but Nick scanned the room with the expertise of a detective, his eyes suddenly widening as he called your name, abruptly grabbing you and pulling you to him with inhumane speed. “Get back!”

You knew without Nick there pulling you out the way you would’ve been possibly hurt, but you had expected something to scamper out from the darkness of the small room. Your eyes thought that you had seen bare flesh, muddied and caked, a figure rushing past you on its hind legs.

“Nick!” You hesitated, feeling the larger man pull you away to the wall as he blocked the entrance with his strong frame, your eyes finally landing on what was scampering in the room.

You took in their bare flesh, a young woman as naked as the day she had been born standing in the room in a defensive stance, back hunched, as panicked and feral as a stray.

The woman snapped and snarled towards him, her dark hair the same colour as the dirt splattered on her pale skin, hazel enlarged eyes taking in any route of another exit.

“Easy,” Nicholas brought her back to look at him, her head snapping back to the man in the entranceway, a hand coming up to hold her attention, his voice relaxed and calm, “Antonia.”

“Fuck off,” the woman hissed, her voice riddled with paranoia. You had seen this behaviour in nervous dogs; dogs that didn’t want to be in an unknown place when they were afraid. It was even more confusing about how Nick knew her. “I don’t need your help.”

“You do, you’re confused.” Nicholas consoled her gently, slowly removing his jacket from him, his eyes never leaving her. “You’re injured, please don’t do anything that will worsen your health.”

The woman known as ‘Antonia’ seemed to visibly calm down in her spot, her hunched shoulders relaxing, watching with nervous eyes as Nick handed her his jacket. With no hesitation, she snatched it off him, before quickly putting it on to cover herself.

“Good, good, sit down, you’re safe here.” Nicholas motioned, his eyes landing to you in the back corner of the room, your eyes wide like dinner plates. In his amber eyes, you read the one thing that must’ve been on your mind since this entire hassle.

‘I’ll explain everything, I promise.’

You handed the barely dressed female a glass of water, gently putting it on the table she sat on, watching her short legs swinging as stared the two of you down. “So, she’s a wolf?” Your voice gradually came back to you when you could finally speak.

“A werewolf, yeah-- our kind has lived in these areas for a few hundred years,” Nicholas explained sparingly, and when you turned to him, you gave him a quizzical look. “Our? Which means-”

“I’m a werewolf.” He confessed, looking over your reactions as you looked back over Antonia. “My job is to rehabilitate rogue wolves who have been rejected by their pack.”

Nicholas looked to you, gauging your reaction through your facial expressions. “Say something at least.”

“What is there to say, really? You turn into a big wolf every full moon when I thought all of that was just scary fairy tales that I read when I was a kid.” You sighed. “Nicky, why did you never tell me?”

“I didn’t want to scare you or you think I was mad.” His voice resounded in his throat, moving his eyes dejected. “You’re my friend, and I didn’t want that to go away.”

“Hey, you’re my friend, and you will always be my friend, no matter if you’re a werewolf or human,” you cracked a smile, chortling to yourself, “maybe the big bad wolf should be your new nickname.”

“Oh please.” Nick was next to laugh over the silence. When you finally looked back over to him, your mind wandered back to the rejected wolf. “What do we do with her?”

“She’ll need somewhere to stay for a while, whilst I find her a new pack or somewhere to live momentarily.” Nick sighed to himself as if already knowing something you didn’t. “Which comes the next thing that you will hate.”

You crossed your eyes over your chest, dreading the question that would be asked for you. “You want me to look after her?”

“Look, it won’t be for long, just until I find her a good place to live, somewhere that will keep her safe and she will be wanted.” He pleaded, “It won’t be for long, I promise, and I’ll make it up to you after.”

Your bottom lip came out in thought, sighing in defeat as you knew you couldn’t say no to him. “You owe me ice cream. Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough, got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” Nicholas grinned, welcoming you into a tight hug. “Thank you--- you make this easier for me.”

The door to your small house swung open, your new roommate came bounding in with excited curiosity, sniffing around the new place she would be staying in. You, on the other hand, had heaps of shopping and new clothes you had just bought for Antonia, your arms failing to hold everything up.

“Okay, the bathroom is on the right, you can have the couch, it becomes a sofa bed, Nick said-- hey, don’t touch that!” You threw the bags to the kitchen counter, glaring over at the brunette, “Toni, are you listening?”

Antonia seemed to drop what seemed to be your Alexa with a clunk to the floor, luckily it had been carpet down to lessen the blow, as she trained her eyes on you once more, “What did you call me?” Her hazel eyes were wide with keenness.

“Ah crap, no I didn’t realise, I’m sorry, it’s only because I don’t know many Antonia’s—and I thought Toni was a cute nickname –”

“– No, don’t worry about it,” The she-wolf gave a small smile to herself, and you could’ve sworn her cheeks had deepened into a flush pink, “I like it.”

Antonia had spent a couple more weeks with you, feeding her seemed to be a nightmare (for a girl her size, she ate twice as much as you, thrice more if a wolf, especially when raiding the bins) and bringing her back to her normal weight – which fortunately didn’t take too long.

Her skin was flush with colour, her deep brown hair became full of life, her eyes did too when you got to open her up little by little, each day being a step to progress and learning more about her. There was little to know about her previous life in a pack, but you were sure that you would accidentally do something to provoke her.

You laid out a blanket in the abyss of your garden, the sparkling golden fairy lights brought the area to feel whimsical and full of wonder; the flush plaid blanket kept your bare legs warm in the cool air, waiting.

The silver moon was once again out, full and brighter as a silver coin; a full moon, and you were waiting patiently.

“I knew I could find you here.” The voice of Toni brought your attention on her as she appeared through the small trail of brushes and flowers slowly, treading barefoot to come to you bare as the day she had been when you first saw her. You had been courteous to not look at her body; the shape she had built although she was still quite lithe.

“Thought I could spare you some time out here.” You threw over your own t-shirt long enough that you slept in it to her, hearing the crumpling of it go over her head as she came to sit down beside you. From this light, her skin glowed beneath the moon, her eyes hauntingly beautiful.

“It’s nice out here.” You breathed in the fresh smell of moss and yellow wood. “Not the same as running barefoot across it, now that’s the best feeling in the world.” Toni stretched out before you like a cat beneath the sun rays, and it made you ponder what it would be like owning the small animal, living together.

“Toni—there is something I wanted to ask you.” Your mouth was dry from the apple cider you had laid out before the two of you; it must’ve gone to my head.

“What is it?” She asked peacefully, turning to look back on you. From her eyes alone, you thought you could’ve melted. “Nick called me today, he told me… he said that he found you a place, a place of your own for a community to live among.” You forced a smile onto your lips, wanting to believe she would be better off without you. “How amazing is that?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess so.” Her voice lingered, and you looked back on her puzzled. “What’s wrong? Is it not what you want?”

“I lived all my life in a pack relying on people when they didn’t want me. A bitch from the Seventh Hell, Rogue She-Wolf-- I was an outsider, never truly belonging with anyone. I’m done living with a pack, done with never feeling wanted when all I wanted was to live alone.” Her words were calm with how she responded, but you knew deep down, they hurt.

“What happened in your old pack, Toni? What did they do?”

Toni gave a chortle, nonchalantly looking to the ground as she picked at the weeds. “My parents thought they could marry me off to the Alpha- a big brute of one who was more of a monster than man. I declined the offer, but it must’ve pissed him off to of been the one rejected, so, he got some of his friends to come to find me, and well...” her hand came to restlessly play with her hair, her words drying, “They weren’t good with me, nor did they stop when I begged for them-- pleaded with them.”

Your immediate response was to circle an arm around her, bringing her close to you as you hugged her close. “You will never be treated like that again, I promise.”

“That’s the thing, wherever I go, to this place or if I go back, they’ll always be someone like them waiting to latch themselves onto me.” A wrack of a sob went through her, and you coddled her how a mother would calm their child.

“I don’t want to go.” Her voice was a mere whisper.

You were quick to ask, too quick to think about it. “What about here? Why not stay here? Unless you have grown bored of me.”

Toni gave a sad laugh, coming close as she raised her head, landing her soft lips against your cheek. You stared down at her, astonished, your cheeks blushing. “You’ve always been so kind to me and I don’t understand why. So many times I have believed you were annoyed with and never once did you send me off.” She said your name in a soft murmur. “Thank you.”

The two of you looked at one another, and never did you realise how close she was to you, her faint breath a gentle kiss against your face, and when you looked down to her lips with a sheepish look, she leant closer into you.

She looked nervously back to you briefly, as if hesitant. “You and Nick aren’t-”

You cottoned on to her words. “Oh God no.” You laughed brightly. “And besides, there’s this half-elf who he sees around that he doesn’t have the balls to ask out. But I always try to get him to - Mmph!”

Antonia had leant close to you with her hand cradling the side of your face, pulling you to her as she pressed her lips to ours, reassured and growing confidence. You brought your hands to go around her waist, feeling her soft skin as you squeezed at her hips.

You pulled away with a gasp, and the knowing smirk from Toni, her bright grin was enough to bring the two of you to start giggling, enclosed by the peaceful nightfall.

You didn’t need to be reminded that she would leave, not in a very long time anyway. And besides, she had you now.

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dickgraysonisnothereforthis · 5 years ago

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Three AM, Aching and Tender

A Jason Todd x reader oneshot

the title is a bit fucked, but my inspiration ran out, so here we are

warnings for a character getting triggered, and also SMUT

*edited because I added a tag and tumblr decided that meant it could delete the whole fucking post

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Jason aches.

Aches. All over, everywhere. He aches, and he’s so, so tired. Standing in the dark hallway in front of his apartment door, he can almost feel the exhaustion enveloping him, a physical wave threatening to pull him under as he fights for lucidity. He’s got the achy sort of tired that comes from a mission, a deadening of senses that just spent hours of hyper-alert, of muscles that were overstretched and overused. Half his body seems to be twinging lightly, sending minor flashes of pain that glimmer faintly in his soup-slow brain that’s doing it’s damndest to focus up enough to unlock his fucking flat.

The weariness is so pronounced that he couldn’t be bothered to enter his apartment like a proper vigilante and had walked in the building’s front door. He isn’t too worried, it’s 3:15am and the streets outside are nearly deserted. Besides, Babs has alerts on all CCTV cameras two miles in every direction, she’d scrub the footage if any of them caught the Red Hood waltzing into a building like he lived there.

After digging through his pockets for a few seconds, Jason gets his keys out and unlocks his door, flicking on the living room light. He sets his rucksack on the floor by the kitchen island, running the zipper down and taking out the few sets of dirty clothes from the top of the bag, putting them aside to wash later. He’d packed light for the two-week job with Roy and Kory.

Frustration edges in on the exhaustion lightly fogging his mind as he thinks over the mission itself. The drug sting on Santa Prisca had taken out some major players, but on their way out Roy got hit by some trigger happy idiot. Jason and Kory had had to perform emergency first aid on the helicopter ride off the island. It was touch and go for a bit, but eventually they’d dug the bullets of out his shoulder and thigh, and Kory cauterized the wound with her powers. Jason was taping gauze over her handiwork not twenty minutes ago. Roy will end up with two new scars and nothing more, but it wasn’t exactly how Jason preferred to end his missions.

He sighs, trying to push the days’ events from his mind. Giving himself a shake, he starts stripping down, taking off his helmet and body armor and placing them on the countertop, a tarp he’d laid down keeping his kitchen clean. His guns and miscellaneous other weapons, knives and the occasional batarang, make their way onto the tarp as well. Once he’s down to his pants and undershirt he surveys the counter, wondering what he can get away with just wiping down with disinfectant and what he’s going to have to soak in bleach overnight. As he eyes a particularly grimy blade a noise makes his way out of his bedroom. He doesn’t have to guess at what it is, and sure enough you appear a moment later, wearing an overlarge t shirt and hair mussed from sleep.

He grunts in your direction, mood still black from Roy’s close call. “Hey. You didn’t have to get up.”

“S’okay.” You softly pad over and take a seat on one of the barstools ringing the island. Neither of you say anything for a bit, silence stretching comfortably as you watch him in that even way of yours while he cleans and puts away his gear.

It still makes him pause, seeing you in his kitchen like this. This isn’t the first time you’ve graced his apartment in the early morning hours, kitchen light flickering over your head. You’d stayed over a few times since Jason had started sort-of-dating you a month and a half ago. He had actually handed you the keys when he left for Santa Prisca, you had asked if you could crash at his place while your landlord fumigated your apartment. He knows you’ve been here for two weeks, and you seem comfortable enough in his space, but Jason doesn’t think he’ll get used to moments like these. To having you here, clock ticking low while you huddle up on his barstool, streetlights outside bouncing through the window and shining hazy light on your skin.

In the month and a half that he’s known you, you’ve proven soft and sweet. Can you really fit into the seedy grooves of his life? He’s admiring you while he cleans his fucking guns at three in the morning for chrissakes, do you really belong here? Stills of you in his apartment drift across his brain, he imagines you having breakfast here in the morning, cleaning your teeth in front of his bathroom mirror, laying in his bed with your head resting on his pillow. Can he really have you like this?

Six weeks since Tim introduced you, and Jason still feels uneasy with these moments of quietness stillness, of just being together. He likes spending time with you and he’s happy you’re seeing each other, but Jason feels like he’s missing a trick, here. Something isn’t right. Maybe that’s the problem, not whether you belong in his life at all. It’s that something’s out of place with the two of you, with your relationship, if he can call it that. You text back and forth often enough, you go on dates, you fuck, but something doesn’t sit well with him. Maybe it’s that, for all the time you spend together, neither of you have actually ponied up and admitted some real feelings. It’s almost as though you’re settling into a routine of a long relationship before you’ve put in any of the grunt work, before you’ve run the risk of being vulnerable with each other. The two of you are groping blindly in the dark, hoping the other person feels the same way but never reaching out to confirm it, only to be pleasantly surprised when you bump into each other, wordlessly. It’s setting his teeth on edge, because it’s pretty clear to him that he likes you, and quite a bit more than a lot. He’s not great with emotions, hasn’t been since the pit and even before that, but he’s getting the sense that this thing with you might be starting to brush up against something big. He just doesn’t know what to do about it.

“How’d the job go?” your voice is a murmur in the dim light. For all his misgivings about whether his life can fit someone like you, you’re still choosing to sit next to his vigilante gear with no comment. On your second date, you had dropped the bomb that you know about his nightlife, and for a split-second Jason had frozen, ready to wallop Tim for clueing you in, or at the very least ignore his calls for a few weeks. Before he could even open his mouth to deny it, you told him you’d figured it out from Tim’s schedule back in college. It didn’t take a genius to make the leap from Tim to Bruce Wayne and his brood.

Jason knows you’re hazy on the details about his death and then non-death, but he isn’t in any hurry to bring you up to speed. He’s quietly grateful that you haven’t pressed.

He sets a gun down, stifling a wince at the sight of blood on the muzzle. You know about his night gig and his methods, sure, but there’s a difference between knowing and seeing blood coating a deadly firearm. A quick glance in your direction reveals that you don’t seem disgusted or repelled at all. He’s not even sure you’ve noticed it, from where he stands it looks like you’re keeping your gaze on him. You’ve drawn your knee up to your chest and are resting your chin on it, eyes wide and open as you wrap your arms around your bent leg.

Jason takes a deep breath, thinking on how to answer your question about the mission. He wants to grunt his way out of this and into the shower so he can wash the day off him, but your sweet concern deserves at least a response. Squeezing his eyes shut, he says “the sting went okay, but on the way out Roy got hit in a few nasty places.” He hears you shift in your seat. “Oh no, is he alright?”

He starts to shrug a bit as he opens his eyes. “He’ll be okay, but performing emergency surgery while under fire was—”

The last word comes out clipped and awkward as Jason catches sight of the shirt you’re wearing. You’d brought your leg down to the chair, leaving your chest open. Now he can see the shirt properly, and his gut sinks as he realizes that it’s his, that it’s one of his old ones from before, one of the ones Dick gifted to him while he was still Robin, while he was still with Bruce. His body turns stiff as his eyes trace the faded Haley’s Circus logo. Jason remembers admiring it every time a teenage Dick Grayson wore it around the manor, remembers admiring the teenage Dick Grayson himself, and his throat goes tight. Memories of who Bruce used to be to him, of what he used to be to Bruce, flood his mind and he finds he aches in a different way, more urgent, as the past takes over.

“Jay?” you ask, and there’s no way you could have missed that, the way his body locked down. “Is everything okay?” You’re moving again, hands braced on the counter like you’re about to get up and go over to him, which is the last thing he wants right now.

He can feel old defense mechanisms whirring into place. “What are you wearing?” he says, voice curt, instead of answering.

“What?” You glance down at yourself. “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot to bring something to sleep in so I just—”

“Where did you get that shirt?” Somewhere in his brain Jason feels guilty for making you recoil like that, but it’s lost to the wash of anger that had welled up so suddenly.

“I—I found it in your drawer, I’m sor—”

“So you were snooping through my stuff?” What is he doing, what is he doing? He doesn’t care if you went through his fucking sock drawer, why can’t he stop lashing out at you? But he knows why.

“No, of course I wasn’t snooping, I… I just,” you’re stammering in confusion. “I didn’t know the shirt was…I can go change if you want?” you offer, trying to placate him.

Jason takes a deep breath, trying desperately to get back in control of himself. He thought he was past this, he thought he was past turning into a crazed jackass any time Bruce pre...pre-Death came up, but apparently not.

“Jay?” You say quietly. Squeezing his eyes shut, he abruptly turns around, facing his back to you. “Just,” he manages to grunt out, “just give me a second.” This isn’t their fault, he hisses in his brain, they don’t deserve his temper. Flailing about, he finally remembers a breathing exercise Dick taught him years ago. Breathe in one two three four out one two three four five. In one two three four, out one two three four five. After about a minute or two, he feels in control again.

“No,” he says out loud, turning around to face you again, anger leaving him in an exhale. “No, you don’t have to change.” The tired ache slowly creeps back in. “I’m sorry, doll, I shouldn’t’ve gotten angry at you, that wasn’t cool.”

“It’s okay,” you say after a moment. Your shoulders don’t relax from where they’re bunched up around your neck, though, and Jason wants to kick himself.

“Seriously,” he says instead. “You’re fine, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was the one who was wrong for shouting at you.” He needs to make it clear to you that he knows he was out of line, and that there hopefully won’t be a repeat performance of this. “It’s not even about you, it’s just…” He sighs. “Dick gave me that shirt, before. When I was, you know…”

“Still with Bruce,” you supply for him. That was much nicer than ‘When I was still on life number one,’ which is what Jason had been thinking. “Oh, Jay, I’m so sorry, if I had known…” and the compassion in your gaze is so bright he almost wants to take a step back. “You couldn’t’ve,” he says instead, because of course it wasn’t your fault. “It just took me by surprise, is all.”

You nod. “I understand.” And you don’t, not really, but he appreciates the effort. "I can try to be more...aware of stuff like that, in the future."

And Jason wants to say 'don't worry about it,' but what comes out instead is "thank you."

After a few moments of silence, Jason picks up the dirty gun and gets back to work, glancing at you worriedly every few moments. Your eyes follow him for a while, bright and sharp, but eventually you stretch your arms over your head and leave the chair. Jason expects you to go back to bed, and half wonders whether he should offer to take the couch, especially after what just happened, but instead you step into the living room and sit on the sofa, legs stretched out over his coffee table.

Jason cleans and stows the rest of his gear, washes his hands, and wipes down the countertop for good measure before collapsing onto the couch next to you. You turn your head to look at him. Your hackles are still up, and Jason feels sick with himself. “Are you sure you’re okay, doll?” He asks. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, it’s okay, I promise.” You flash him a smile, quick and dry, but he notices some of the tension leave you. “So I, um,” you clear your throat, eyes darting away from his. “I really missed you, while you were away.” You hold his gaze then, drawing your lower lip into your mouth, which always drives him a little crazy.

He’s bad at this feelings stuff, he knows he is, which is why he surprises himself when the words “I really missed you, too,” roll off his tongue, easy as anything.

Your lips curve into another smile, syrup-slow this time. He’s momentarily stunned, and when you bring that smile closer to him and peck him on the lips, he has to remind himself to kiss back.

Jason thinks you’ll stop after a minute, and it surprises him when you don’t. Instead, you let a soft sight escape and tilt your head for a better angle, licking sweet into this mouth. He’s not complaining, Jason loves kissing you, so he follows your lead and brings a hand to your waist. You hum when he does, and press yourself closer to him, almost climbing into his lap. Jason’s never been one to miss an opportunity, so he grabs you by the hips and pulls you squarely onto his thighs.

The movement startles you enough that you break from his lips, panting slightly as you reorient yourself. “Hi,” you say, still catching your breath. “Hi,” he answers, then surges up slightly to kiss you again. It’s filthier this time, your breath coming fast as you wind your arms around his neck and start running your fingers through his hair. Jason loves it when you do this, loves feeling your small hands make their way over his scalp. Any remaining tiredness flees in the face of his slow-building arousal. How can he be tired when he’s got your ass in both hands?

When he squeezes lightly you exhale into his mouth and roll your hips against his. “Naughty, naughty,” he murmurs in your ear, smiling against it. “Don’t worry, I know how to make you feel good.”

Your triumphant smile catches him off-guard. “I know you do, baby,” you purr, placing your lips at the juncture of his neck.

His instincts ping lightly. You’re grinning like you’ve won something, or something has gone right. Jason thinks for a second, remembering your soft, too-innocent step out of the bedroom, hair perfectly out of place, at almost the exact moment he came home. This setup seems too good to be true, or at least unplanned. He reaches under your borrowed shirt and confirms his suspicions: you’re not wearing any underwear.

“You were after this the whole time, weren’t you?” You pull back and oh, your grin is wicked, lips cherry-red and glistening. In retaliation, Jason snakes a hand up your chest and pinches your left nipple, lightning-fast. The soft “oh!” you make in surprise is entirely worth it.

“This whole time, you just wanted to get in my pants?”

“Guilty.” There’s a smirk in your voice as you roll your hips again. “You don’t sound too upset about it,” you tease, and you must feel his hardening cock through his pants.

He’s not upset, but he can’t resist the opportunity to tease you a bit more. “That’s what the shirt was about, wasn’t it?” God, it’s so hard to make fun of you when you’re squirming in his lap. “You were trying to do that thing where you wear someone else’s clothing and they find it really sexy and all?”

You slow down there, stop rolling your hips. Shame coats your face as you direct your eyes at the floor. “Jay, I’m so sorry.”

Your shame doesn’t belong here, and Jason’s quick to ease it away. “It’s okay, doll.” He tugs the offending shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the side. “Besides, I happen to prefer you like this.”

You’re a sight to see. Completely naked, sitting pretty on his lap, and fixing him with a look he finds almost challenging. He wants to wipe it off, so he brings his left hand back to your breast, and this time his palm meets skin.

Your eyes flutter shut. “You ‘happen to prefer me like this,’ hmm?” you murmur, arching your back into his grip. “I can’t imagine why.”

“Oh, I think you can,” Jason says slyly, but you’re not listening, you’re too wrapped up in what his hands are up to. He loves it, loves touching you and knowing it’s driving you wild, so he gets his forefinger and thumb around your nipple and pinches lightly, how you like it. He looks up to see your eyes still shut. “Aren’t even looking at me, huh, princess? Can’t even look at me when I’m giving you what you want?” He mock sighs. “Is this it, then, you manipulate me into getting you off but then can’t even look at me while I’m touching you?”

You open your eyes and huff at him. “Yes, Jay, that’s it.”

He grins, and keeps going. “Is it that I’m piss ugly? That’s it, isn’t it, you don’t want to look at my fuck-ugly face?”

“I wish your fuck-ugly mouth would shut up,” you mutter.

“What was that?” Jason moves his hand back to your waist, and you pout at him. It looks so attractive on you.

“C’mon, Jay.” You yank at his hair. “You know you’re stupid hot,” and you’re right, he does know, but some of his scars are ugly and they tend to itch. But you know that, which is why your face softens. “You’re stupid hot, and it’s very distracting. Just shut up and kiss me, you’re being annoying.”

“Okay,” he says, easy, but instead of going for your lips he licks a stripe up your breast and closes his lips around your nipple, the right one this time. Your breath leaves you in a rush, and Jason thinks it’s the best sound he’s ever heard, but then your breathing comes back online a moment later. It’s punch-drunk and delicious, and gets to him in the best way. His cock is becoming harder and harder to ignore. A few seconds later and you’re making these small moans that are almost obscene, so he stays right where he is, with his hands alternating between giving your ass more attention and running up and down your back.

“Fuck, Jay,” you pant, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. “Knew it, knew you would make me feel so good.”

Something occurs to him, and he sucks lightly one last time before pulling back and licking his lips. “Did you touch yourself, doll? While I was gone? Did you make yourself come?”

He has his answer when you look down and bite your lip again. “No, I, um,” and the innocent act you’re pulling is completely ruined by the small smile you’re fighting to keep off your face, but Jason doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. “I wanted you to do it, so I saved it for you.”

Fuck. Fuck. Your words go straight to his groin. The only thing he can think to do is to roll his hips against yours. You meet him there, moving torturously slow against the blunt head of his cock that’s now painful against his zipper. That bit of pain makes it so, so good, and for a few minutes he just moves with you, enjoying the feel of your body against his. Soon, you start talking again. “Jay, Jason, please, touch me,” you beg, your voice going tight as he rolls his hips.

“Where? You have to tell me where, sweetheart,” he murmurs. You stay silent for a few seconds, and then—

“My cunt. My cunt, Jay, and my clit, please.”

You never talk like that, ever, and the filth coming out of your mouth sends electricity crackling through his brain. He immediately stands up, taking you with him. You shriek a bit at being suddenly airborne, then crowd even closer to his chest and start sucking a hickey on his neck. Thoughts hazy, Jason makes for his bedroom and deposits you on his bed.

You quickly collect yourself, stretching out and preening on his rumpled sheets. Jason decides he needs to be naked immediately, and busies himself shucking off his pants and underwear and tearing off his shirt. When he looks at you again, night air cool against his skin, he sees your hand moving between your legs.

Quick as a flash, he darts onto the bed, grabbing your hand with one of his own and placing himself squarely between your thighs. “No, no,” he chides you, pressing your hand into the mattress above your head. “Come on, doll, you’ve waited this long. Let me.” And he brings his free hand to your crotch, finding your clit and rubbing the pad of his index finger against it.

“God, finally,” you hiss, bucking your hips against his hand. He chuckles at that. “Love how impatient you are, love how slick your pussy is.”

You look him in the eye, then. “For you, Jay.”

Well, hell's bells.“For me,” he agrees, then neatly slides his index finger into you. “Ngh--!” He smiles at the aborted sound you make. Jason spends a few minutes here, moving his fingers in and out of you, enjoying the way you’re shivering under his touch. Eventually, your voice stops him.

“Fuck me, Jay,” you plead. “Fuck me with your cock.”

He growls, then reaches for his bedside table. Yanking open the drawer, he fishes out a condom, then backs up to open it and roll it on. When he looks back at you he sees your eyes are wide. “You sure you want to do this?” He asks, just to check in.

You nod, then scoot back so you’re flush against the pillows, laying flat on the bed. He moves back over you, coming to rest between your thighs again, one hand on the wall above the bed for support. You gasp as he slowly pushes into you, a bit at a time. “This okay?” He asks.

“No,” you say shortly, and then you hook your legs around his waist and drag yourself toward him, taking him inside entirely. He narrowly misses biting his own tongue as sparks fly behind his eyes. “Go faster,” you order him.

Jason looks down at you. “You’re six different kinds of crazy, doll,” he says, but he smiles in spite of himself, heeds you and starts thrusting, pulling out of you a bit only to fill you again as his hips snap against yours. “You like it,” you say. He can’t believe how good you feel, how tight you are around him.

“Yeah, I do.” And of course he does.

The two of you spend a few minutes trying to match each other’s pace, hips stuttering in the face of your fragmented concentration. Eventually, though, you’re moving together again, and every time you meet one of his strokes you start to make a low sound in the back of your throat. Jason a;ways makes sure to keep his eyes open when you're fucking, and he's had them trained on you from the start. He loves how you look stretched out below him, how your breasts jump lightly when he fucks into you, how your mouth is shaped into a perfect o with lust. It’s a heady feeling, knowing he can do this to you, and he feels almost drunk with it.

Not that the lust and desire is at all one-sided. Suddenly, your muscles squeeze tight around his cock and he almost loses his mind. Before he starts to go completely he reaches a hand between you and starts rubbing at your clit.

“Ah-ah!” you shout, hands moving to his shoulders. He barely registers the feeling of your fingernails biting into his skin, all he can think about is how good you feel and how he can make you feel good. He starts swiping a thumb across your clit every time his hips slam against yours, and the string of swear words you let out in response is delicious.

“Ff-fuck. Fuck, Jay, I’m going to come,” and suddenly you do, face scrunching up below him as you ride the crest of your orgasm. Your walls clamp down on him, and Jason thrusts once more, twice, three times, and then he follows you blissfully over the edge. For a few moments, the two of you keep still, panting together and staring sightlessly into the dark as you wait for the waves of pleasure to subside enough for you to surface. Eventually, Jason wakes up and out of himself to the feeling of you planting a kiss on his lips. He gives himself a shake, then kisses back eagerly. It’s sloppy, but you don’t seem to mind, pulling back after a few seconds to sigh contentedly. “Well,” you say, dragging your arms down his shoulders, “that was nice.”

“You’re being stingy, doll,” Jason berates you lightly, pulling out of you and removing the condom. “That was a few levels beyond ‘nice.’” He ties off the condom and drops it neatly in the trash, before rejoining you on his bed and pulling you to his chest. You waste no time snuggling against him, fitting your head into the hollow of his neck.

Jason feels brave, so he says “I’m really glad you’re here,” before dropping a light kiss to your hair.

You reach up to stroke along his forearm where it rests on your chest. “I’m really glad I’m here too. And, um, I’m really glad we’re together.” You tilt your head up at that, shy eyes peering up to gauge his reaction. It’s almost too easy to meet you halfway. “I am, too.” A beat, and then “does this mean I’m calling you my girlfriend now?”

You smile pleasantly at the ceiling. “I like that.” And Jason does, too.

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A little gift for you Sonknuxadow fans out there: a small one-shot I whipped up.

“I finally get to see them again.”

Because of his duties requiring him to constantly save the world, it had been a long while since Sonic had seen his partners—Shadow and Knuckles, that is—so it was a bit of an understatement to say that Sonic had been feeling lonely as of late. Thankfully for them, Sonic was on his way home. They didn’t know that, though.

“Not that they need to know,” Sonic muttered to himself.

He decided to pause for a brief moment to admire the surroundings. Above him shined a brilliant orange sky. The bright sun peeked over the horizon while the acacia trees swayed in the light summer breeze. The long, green grass beneath Sonic’s feet complemented the scent of blooming flowers nearby.

By now, Sonic was approximately five minutes from home. The sky began getting darker with each passing second.

Suddenly, Sonic felt a vaguely familiar sensation. Or rather, it was less of a sensation and more like his chest had just been stabbed with a hundred knives.

The blue blur collapsed to the ground clutching his chest, as the painful feeling now spread to his arms and legs. As he looked around in a panic, he noticed his gloves were straining.

Oh.

Oh no.

Sonic recognized what this was.

It turned out that not all of Dark Gaia’s energy had been expelled from his body.

Within seconds Sonic’s gloves were torn to shreds, spikes shot out of the soles of his shoes, his hands were now more similar to claws, fangs emerged from his mouth, and his body was covered in fur. A lot of it.

Sonic reflexively roared as his transformation finally culminated and the pain faded away.

“Well, isn’t this just great?” Sonic snarled sarcastically.

The Werehog. Yes, even the hero himself had long grown tired of this form. But there wasn’t much he could do about it. Thankfully for him, he didn’t transform into a Werehog every night.

Sonic’s ears drooped and his eyebrows scrunched upward. Neither Shadow or Knuckles had seen him like this before.

“Now I’ve gotta see Shads and Knux while looking like this?” Sonic whimpered. “What am I gonna do?”

With a defeated sigh, Sonic trudged the rest of the way home.

-----

“Do you think stars have brains like we do and we just don’t know it?”

“Knuckles, if you ask me one more stupid question, I will drag you by your dreadlocks to the upstairs bathroom.”

Shadow and Knuckles had spent roughly an hour bickering over nothing—a familiar pastime for them both—and the rest of the day had been uneventful.

Shadow’s ears perked up as he and Knuckles heard the doorbell ring.

“Who would be visiting us after sunset?” Shadow asked.

“Just go answer the door,” Knuckles scoffed.

“Fine, but you’re coming with me,” riposted Shadow as he grabbed Knuckles’ hand and both walked over and answered the door.

“Hey, didn’t you notice the ‘no soliciting’ sign right next to our d—”

The rest of Knuckles’ sentence evaporated into thin air as he and Shadow were greeted by what could best be described as an extraterrestrial beast.

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Shadow, losing his balance slightly in awe at the monster on their doorstep.

“Quit the theatrics, guys! It’s me, Sonic!” the werehog quickly interjected.

“What in the world happened to you?!” Shadow asked.

“It’s a long story,” Sonic sighed.

“Everything is a long story with you, isn’t it?” Knuckles quipped.

Without further comment, Sonic welcomed himself inside the house and slammed the door shut. Not that he was even trying to; his werehog form granted him super strength among other powers.

“Whatever you do, be careful with stuff,” Shadow warned. “We already had to pay extra for the water bill, I’m not interested in paying for exterior repairs.”

“No worries, Shadsy,” Sonic chuckled.

Shadow blushed slightly. He knew Sonic loved calling him by his pet name to mess with him.

“Are you sure this guy is actually Sonic?” Knuckles whispered to Shadow.

“I heard that!” Sonic growled from the kitchen.

By the time the red echidna and ebony hedgehog walked into the kitchen, the gargantuan mammal had already made his way into the living room. There, he was running around on all fours in a circle trying to catch his tail. Shadow and Knuckles couldn’t help but snicker quietly to themselves.

“He’s such a dork,” Shadow thought to himself. “I love him so much.”

Knuckles raced over to the kitchen cupboard and quickly grabbed a pot and filled it halfway with water.

“I’m making fucking mac and cheese, and nobody can stop me!”

Shadow sighed and walked over to where Sonic finally exhausted himself and plopped onto the floor, laying on his stomach.

Shadow reached down and lightly pet Sonic on the head. He could hear the werehog let out a small purr as he did so.

“From what I’ve observed thus far, I suppose you’ve turned into some kind of dog?” queried Shadow.

“No,” Sonic gruffly responded. “Long story short, Egghead put some sort of dark energy in me and made me turn into this… thing… every night.”

“So I guess you’re relegated to daytime duty, now?” Shadow asked, grinning as if he were holding back laughter.

“Not exactly. After I put the world back together, I didn’t turn into this every night. I don’t know what happened tonight in particular to make this happen, but I guess I still have some of that energy left in me.”

“Interesting,” said Shadow, not very interested at all.

-----

Half an hour later, Knuckles finally finished cooking. Amazingly, he hadn’t burned the mac and cheese this time around.

“Dinner’s ready, you two,” Knuckles called out from the kitchen.

“You hungry?” Shadow asked Sonic.

“You bet. I’ve been starving all day,” Sonic answered.

And thank goodness that Sonic was getting to eat something; he rarely ate because of his travels and routine penuriousness. Not that he had never stolen food from restaurants before, but still…

The three boyfriends sat around the small table, bowls in front of them.

Knuckles preferred to let his food cool a bit before he began eating.

Shadow ate the plain macaroni and poured small amounts of the cheese powder into his mouth with each bite. Just how he liked it.

Sonic shoved the bowl into his face, gobbling down the entire meal in five seconds.

Knuckles shot him a concerned glare while Shadow simply facepalmed.

“Mother of Chaos, Sonic. You really couldn’t have been a little more graceful?” asked a slightly disappointed Shadow.

“You know me, Shads. Being graceful is not one of my strong suits,” the werehog grumbled, wiping some of the liquefied cheese from his furry muzzle.

Knuckles laughed. “That’s the most accurate thing you’ve said all night, Blue!”

After ten minutes, they all had finished eating and were pretty much ready to call it a day. It had been a while since any of the three had gotten a good night’s sleep.

“I suppose we should all head upstairs, then?” Shadow yawned.

“Yep. Let’s go,” Knuckles agreed.

The trio meandered upstairs and into the master bedroom.

“...”

Shadow and Knuckles completely forgot the mattress had been torn to shreds after the two got into a pillow fight the day before.

“Now where are we gonna sleep?” whined Shadow.

“You mean this is the only bedroom in the house?” Sonic questioned.

“Unfortunately,” Knuckles uttered.

Sonic looked up and thought to himself for a few seconds. Then, he sprawled himself out on the floor laying on his back.

“Maybe I can be the bed for tonight,” the werehog laughed softly.

The other two became incredibly flushed. Him as the bed? He had to be kidding.

“Sonic, are you cr—”

Shadow was cut off as Sonic stretched out his arms and embraced Shadow and Knuckles, resting them on his stomach.

They were surprised to find out this felt even more comfortable than the bed itself. Sonic’s fluffy body certainly helped matters in that regard.

“...Love ya, Shads… love ya, Knucklehead…” Sonic mumbled as he slowly dozed off.

“Good night, Sonic,” Shadow replied with a contented purr. “I love you, too.”

“Seconded,” said Knuckles.

And with that, all three drifted off to sleep.

#sth #Sonic the Hedgehog #Shadow the Hedgehog #Knuckles the Echidna #Shasoni #Sonknux #Sonuckles #Knuxadow #Sonknuxadow #Fanfiction #Sonic Fanfiction

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thebestpersonherelovesbucky · 4 years ago

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People are Alike All Over Part 2

For @whumptober2020

No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING? On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

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Summary: Bucky may or may not be rescued.

There’s a commotion somewhere.

It wakes Bucky from what little sleep he can manage to get in this place. He pushes up on his left elbow and tries to make sense of what he’s hearing beyond the enclosure. Sounds like voices. Lots of them. Shouting.

The shapeshifter across from Bucky has his face pressed against the glass, clearly trying to figure out what’s happening as well. The octopus hasn’t stirred from sleep. The cat is poised right in the center of its enclosure, licking its paw.

Moments later, all that noise and chaos is in their section. Someone’s tossed a smoke grenade. It goes off not far from Bucky’s cage and makes his eyes water. Through the clouds of white smoke, Bucky can see glints of green light. People dressed in what Bucky can only describe as some sort of intergalactic SWAT gear. They’re swarming through the place, going from cage to cage.

When someone reaches Bucky’s, they stop and just stare at him. Bucky can’t see their face, but the way they look at him, even behind that mask, it makes Bucky think he’s done something wrong and the last thing he wants is to give these things another reason to hurt him.

Out in the hall, through the dissipating fog, Bucky can see zoo employees being hauled away. Arrested, from what he can tell, with laser like cuffs keeping their arms behind their backs. He even sees Rumlow, who fights and struggles the entire time.

“Holy shit,” the person in front of Bucky’s cage says. There’s a name sewn into his uniform. Wilson, it says. “Cap! You’re gonna wanna see this!”

Wait a minute…that sounded almost…human.

The man lifts his face mask and it doesn’t help very much since Bucky’s not only seen aliens who look remarkably human, but also aliens that can replicate one.

“Hey,” Wilson says, softly. Gently. “Can you understand me?”

Bucky thinks he’s talking to him, and, yes, he can understand him, but he’s not so sure he should actually answer. Last time he spoke, he was hit with electric prods until he held in his screams.

Two other people appear at Wilson’s sides. A man and a woman. Neither of them are in protective gear. The woman, muscular and sturdy looking, has a bit of blue blood trickling down her nose. On her uniform is the name Danvers.

The man, though…that…is that…

“Which Cap, Sam?” Danvers asks. “There’re two’ve us.”

“Both, I guess,” Sam answers. “Take a look.”

First glancing at Bucky, both Caps’ eyes go wide before dropping to the sign in front of the cage. The second Cap, the one with the name Rogers, gasps when he looks directly back at Bucky again and Bucky immediately glances away.

“Oh my God,” Rogers breathes. “B-Bucky?”

No, it can’t be. That can’t be who Bucky thinks it is, it’s impossible. It’s not Steve Rogers. The Steve Rogers that Bucky knew from high school was tiny. Maybe five feet. Ninety pounds. Asthmatic and always sick. But still one of the most popular guys in school. Everyone fucking loved him and Bucky had the biggest crush on him but was much too intimidated to ever talk to him. That Steve Rogers didn’t even know he existed let alone knew his name.

And besides, this Rogers is huge. Buff. With the same face as Bucky’s Steve. The same beautiful blue eyes that drew in sunshine and brightened the world. The same tight jawline. Same thick eyelashes. But it can’t be.

Can it?

“Do you know him, Steve?” Danvers asks.

“I…I think so…” Steve glances around and shouts for someone. “Stark! Stark, you gotta get me in there!”

Another person appears, this time in some crazy iron get-up. Red and gold. When the face-plate lifts up, he looks just as shocked to see Bucky as the rest of them.

“Is that…” Stark looks between Bucky and the sign. “Is he…human? I’ve never seen…”

“Tony, please,” Steve implores. “You gotta get me in there. I know him.”

“You know…” Tony’s faceplate falls in front of him again. “You got it.”

Tony’s suit apparently enables him to fly and he soars over to the bars where he proceeds to use the lasers on his iron gloves to cut through the bars. As soon as they give way just a bit, Steve is yanking them out and dropping to his knees by Bucky’s side.

The first thing he does is pull the chain off of the collar. With his bare hands. He then does the same with the collar.

“Oh God, Bucky,” he whispers. “Bucky, can you hear me? Do you remember me?”

Bucky looks into Steve’s eyes and knows without a doubt that this really is the Steve Rogers he knew back in high school. He has no idea how it’s him, but, well, stranger things have happened.

As Steve continues to fuss over him, trying to get him to answer, to acknowledge him, to give him any clue that he’s aware of the things going on around him, Bucky can hear Tony and Sam comment about never seeing a human in one of these places.

“Bucky,” Steve whispers. There’s a soft blanket around Bucky’s shoulders. He’s not sure when it got there. “Bucky, can you look at me?”

That’s one order that Bucky finds himself able to follow. He lifts his gaze and looks at Steve. It’s been so long since Bucky’s talked that he’s not even sure if he can do it anymore.

“Fuck,” Steve swears. “Jesus, what’d they do to you?” All around, the people Steve’s come here with her entering the cages and enclosures and helping those inside them. Just like Steve is trying to do for him. “Medic! I need a medic in here!” When Steve shouts, Bucky can’t help the shudder. “Shit, I’m sorry,” Steve says, much softer this time. “I’m--”

“I…” Bucky whispers and almost can’t believe the sound of his own voice. “I wanna go home.”

Relief washes over Steve’s face, Bucky’s awareness enough to make the weight fall off his shoulders. If he’s not mistaken, Steve even has tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, I know," Steve murmurs, hands raised and close to Bucky but not touching. "I'm gonna get you home, buddy. I promise."

There are more people in the cage with them now. A green woman. A blue woman as well. Danvers and Sam. They’re bringing in a stretcher with a clear dome over it. Like Snow White’s casket only Bucky doesn’t think a kiss will wake him from this nightmare.

As soon as Bucky sees it, he grabs Steve’s hand. Clings to it. The idea of being separated from the first familiar face he's seen in months is terrifying.

"It’s okay, Bucky," Steve says. "I'm not gonna leave you. This will keep you safe from the air and light. I'm...we're…I'll take care of you. I promise."

Bucky’s too exhausted and too scared and too overwhelmed to argue. He doesn't protest as Steve helps him onto the stretcher. Bucky still won’t let go of his hand. He can’t. If he does that, he’ll never see him again. All of this will vanish if he can’t touch Steve and everything will go back to what it was and he’ll never get home.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he whispers, and Bucky’s not sure why he’s using a pet name, but he’s very much okay with it and he wants it again. “I’m gonna stay right here with you.”

Bucky lays back then and even though he’s trembling, he allows them to put the dome over it. As soon as it’s secure, there’s a hiss of air pumped in from somewhere and it’s fresh and cool and Bucky hasn’t felt air like this in so, so long.

When they lift it, Bucky gasps and presses his hand against the dome over him. Steve responds immediately by pressing his hand to it as well.

“It’ll be all right, Bucky,” he says, and even though his voice is muffled because of the dome, it still melts over Bucky’s body and eases into his bones. “You’re gonna go home. I promise.”

Those are the last words Bucky hears as they take him out of there. He can still see Steve’s lips moving, and is sure that others are talking as well, but nothing’s getting through now. Everything grows hazy, his muscles feel a bit too heavy. Makes it hard to stay awake. His hand slips away from the glass over him. Steve’s stays right where it is. Just as he promised.

Things are happening both very quickly and slowly at the same time. Like Bucky’s viewing the world through water. Colors swirl together. His pulse is very fast and pounding. He can mostly only hear the loud sounds of his heavy breaths and the muffled voices of everyone out there, though they sound miles away.

Maybe they’ve drugged him. Maybe this isn’t real and the zookeepers have drugged his food and he’s being taken in for a medical exam. It’s not the most far-fetched. It’s happened before.

Maybe they’re getting ready to stick him with needles for blood samples and pump things into him for his own good that burn and make him scream through the muzzle.

Maybe there’s no rescue at all. Maybe that’s why he’s seeing Steve Rogers as some sort of savior.

It really wouldn’t surprise Bucky if his mind has finally snapped. If it just can’t take it any longer and needs to invent rescuers in order to survive this whole thing. Although maybe it’d be better if…but no. No, he’s a fighter. He doesn’t give up. He can get through this.

Bucky takes one last look at Steve, still a steady presence at the side of the stretcher, still with his hand on the glass. Like some kind of mind reader, Steve looks back at him just as Bucky struggles one last time to keep his eyes open.

But he can’t.

All he can do now is close his eyes and hope this isn’t a dream.

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #whumptober2020 #No. 5 #rescue #fic #science fiction #alien abduction #mention of past abuse #part 2 of 3

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mwolf0epsilon · 4 years ago

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Hey look I love your au and I was wondering if you could do Sammy x Susie or Sammy x Jack up to you and maybe see him get along with Wally and another guestion can you please make Sammy’s different personalities please thanks 😊

I'll be honest, this ask was the equivalent of mental whiplash and it made me blank out for half a day.

I'm assuming you were either requesting art or a written prompt, so I went with the latter due to currently being on a commissions only basis for art requests.

I took the liberty to assume this was for SillyTunes AU, where relationships are currently strained, so it's mostly just Sammy and Jack having a heart to heart about past-relationships and repressed feelings.

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It's not that Sammy resented his father for giving him not the best of upbringings. He couldn't entirely hate the man who paid for his education and who told him to do good by himself if he ever wanted to be better than the city abercrombies that ran about thinking they were better than southern joes like them. He was grateful, even, that his father had tried to raise him clever instead of letting his mind rot like the other kids back in their home town (the ones that threw rocks at birds, blew up rats with smuggled fireworks, and who broke property to entertain themselves because their parents couldn't be bothered to teach them any better).

What he did resent was the ideals he'd rubbed off on him. The bigoted views, the generational shortcomings of the Lawrence men that had been passed down like tradition. Views that had gotten Sammy black eyes, split lips, and busted noses. Worse yet, he resented how confused they made him.

Samuel Lawrence Sr. had been the kind of man to sneer at people he thought unsavory. Called them by their skin color like they were disease riddled animals, things Sammy slipped up on even after promising to be better. But where his father simply glared and commented offhandedly what he thought of others who did not share his skin tone, nothing could compare to his hatred of homosexuals. If anything, Samuel Sr. took glee from spitting out the most soul crushing things he could muster to anyone who looked at the same sex "funny". He aimed to hurt the "freaks" that went against the Bible.

How ironic that his own son was a closeted bisexual.

"You know, if anything I thought you'd be focused on the whole 'holy shit I'm a talking sheep' thing, not your repressed feelings for Norman..."

Bless Jack Fain for being who he was. Sammy had gotten along well with the slightly older man from the moment they met. A rarity if you really knew Sammy. He wasn't a people person and often had to be encouraged by his little sister to play nice. But Jack? Jack just eases him into being more open, more honest. He was a safe person to be vulnerable around, and one he could entrust with his little secret.

Mostly because Jack had his own secret: The fact that he was a gay man married to his best friend, a lesbian who'd orchestrated quite the grifter act so that both of them could be married and happy. Sammy had never personally met the woman, but he was grateful she'd managed to make it safe for his friend to be able to be spiritually married with the man of his dreams.

"That's not even the issue right now and you know it..." He sighed, covering his face (muzzle) with his gloved hands as he lay in the hammock he'd claimed for himself. The furthest one in the corner of the 'communal room'.

"Well, there's also the awkwardness with Susie..." Jack carefully tuned his fiddle as he talked, not once needing to look at Sammy to read him like an open book. "Between one and the other, you're pretty strung up on this whole mess."

"Jack, Susie and I ended on really bad terms, and falling back into friendly banter and hugs is physically painful when we both remember what happened." He looked at the shorter and rounder cartoon sheep. Jack was looking at him now, frowning slightly.

"And Norman?" The other asked calmly.

"Hates me because I apparently killed him while I was all whacky from drinking Satan's blood in inky form." Sammy stated dryly. "Cultist shit aside, Norman's married and has kids... Or uh, was married. None of us know who's out there waiting for us..."

"Norman's married life is none of my business but I'm pretty sure he was on the same boat as you. I've seen him eat up both broads and blokes with his good eye like you eye up a chocolate cake..." Jack pointed out, raising his gloved hand when Sammy went to cut him off. "I'm not saying he'd cheat on his wife, I'm just saying the man isn't as straight as you think... Now on the subject of you killing him... Err... Yeah that's rough, but not your fault."

"Because I can walk over to him now and say 'hey sorry for ripping out your heart with an axe, I wasn't myself'?" Sammy huffed and curled up into a tight wooly ball. This was hopeless. Between pining over Susie and Norman, and feeling guilty over all the shit Joey Drew and his damn magical Ink had put them through?

He felt like a fuck-up. A very confused fuck up that couldn't even figure out who he wanted in his life. And, to make it worse, in came someone he really didn't want to talk with...

"Hey guys, whatcha up to?" 'Wally' walked in with a wolfish smile and a chipper tone in his voice.

"Hey Wally." Jack greeted him back, while Sammy ignored the imposter. He didn't trust this guy as far as he could throw him, and it still annoyed him that the others ignored his very valid concerns. He was miserable enough as is. "Just resting... Sammy wasn't feeling well."

"It's all them inkwells he's been draining. It don't hurt us no more but it can't be good for ya to booze it up like that." The cartoon wolf chuckled as he went to his own hammock to retrieve something. "My ma used to say visiting the gin mill when you was down was only gonna put ya in an evil mood."

"You don't have a ma..." Sammy grumbled under his breath, getting a sharp look from the wolf.

"What was that?"

"Baa. I said baa. Laugh it up twit..." He lied as he gave up on getting comfortable. Might as well get up and move on with his life. Do something productive while he was in a funk.

"Don't pay him mind Wally, you know Sammy's not the nicest when he's joed and yearning." Jack laughed, getting an annoyed glare from the taller cartoon sheep.

"Jack!"

"Yearning for what exactly?" 'Wally' blinked in confusion. "Another drink? A slice of that delicious all the way from the cafe? Uh... Miss Campbell?"

Sammy took off his bell and chucked it at the wolf. It bounced off his snout harmlessly before it vanished and reappeared around the music director's neck. Damned thing! The wolf grinned.

"Awww you're still dizzy with the dame! That's real cute Sammy!"

"I'm not having this discussion with you!"

"Half a discussion you mean." Jack snorted.

"Silence Judas!" Sammy stamped his foot (hoof) and snorted loudly, electing to ignore the visible cloudy puffs that exited his nostrils. Toon logic was mind-boggling and the particle effects a bit annoying with how much they made it easy to read his moods.

"If it's about how screwy things got, why don't ya sit down and talk about it? Miss Campbell is a sweet dame, she'll listen." Wally suggested. "Think she might need t'talk it out anyways... She's pretty down about it too ya know."

This caught Sammy by surprise.

"What do you mean?" He couldn't help ask out of curiosity.

"Heard her venting to Norman. Was none of my business but hard not to eavesdrop when them walls ain't up to code or whatever Thomas goes on about with regulations and stuff..." The wolf shrugged. "Anywhos, she felt bad that she blew up on you when Joey gave her the slip. She didn't know Drew literally only told you and left ya to tell her she was fired..."

"I... How does she know that...?"

"Norman. Turns out Joey used to ramble to himself in his office when he thought he was on his lonesome... He was gonna try warn ya both that Joey was being shifty, but by then t'was too late and the damage was done. He felt awful that he wasn't too fast, but then again he wasn't really s'pose to know that anyway. I wonder if Joey would'a known he was watching him if ya both didn't blow up at each other like ya did over the whole replacement thing..."

Norman had told Susie that Joey had screwed things up between them on purpose? The guy had avoided him since going through Thomas and Henry's version of the machine! Why would he go though the hassle?

"See? That counts for something Sam." Jack smiled. "If he hated you he wouldn't be defending your honor."

"Norman Polk, hating on Sammy Lawrence? You guys crack me up! Guy don't have no mean bone in his body... He's all bark and little to no bite unless you deserve a beating!" Wally laughed.

"None of us have bones anymore idiot... But..." Sammy sighed. "Thanks... For the advice. And the information."

"..." The wolf sat down. "Well I'll be. I must be dead, cuzz there ain't no way Sammy just thanked little old me."

The bell was thrown once more and Sammy stamped off as the fake Wally cackled. Jack merely shook his head and muttered something along the lines of young love.

"You're only five years older than me!"

"That's five years worth more experience than you Sam!"

"Fuck off Jack!"

#Eps Writes:#bendy and the ink machine #batim #sammy lawrence #jack fain #wally franks #SillyTunes AU

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the-sarcastic-trashmouth · 5 years ago

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Someone like you (Request)

Prompt: I really loved your last fanfic and the mention of Eddie's feelings to Bill made me happy so If you still take requests, I would like to read some Kaspbrough--Anonymous

Summary: “You think I will find someone?” Eddie asked quietly, feeling that twist in his gut flare up like it always did whenever he’d think about growing older.

“Of cuh--course I do.” Bill offers him a warm smile that struck Eddie in ways he had never noticed before.

Bill was beautiful.

Like actually beautiful, from his sleep muzzled hair to his dorky grin that made Eddie’s heart flutter rapidly. Apparently, it was too hot for a shirt since it was summer, but the way Bill’s body looked was… breath-taking. Now, he wasn’t overly muscular where it was gross to look at. He was perfectly shaped in ways that Eddie wanted to be in his arms--And whoa, wait a minute.

Eddie had never noticed it, but now, seeing Bill in a new light put a lot of things into perceptive for him. Now that he was actually looking at Bill, he knew immediately that he was never going to be able to see him again. That was rather eye-opening and almost terrifying because this was his best friend… he wasn’t supposed to like Bill like this, right?

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Eddie Kaspbrak

Edward Kaspbrak is someone who never understood what people meant when they say that love is the most important feeling in the world. Maybe he hasn’t had that same epiphany that the rest of the others have, so he can’t truly understand what they mean. That being said, Eddie felt like for all of his friends because they were people who loved and accepted him for being the way he was.

“So, Eddie Spaghetti, is there anyone that has caught the eye of the ever-so-lovely Doctor K?” Richie asked, glancing up from the comic book he was reading. They were currently in Richie’s room since a lot of the other losers were out doing other things.

“What do you mean?” Eddie frowns softly, sitting up on the bed so he can look at Richie better.

“I mean is there anyone you love?” Richie snorts as Eddie’s face heats up gently.

“I-I don’t know! I mean do you have someone you like?” Eddie demanded when Richie shrugs.

“I asked you first. Come on, there’s no one that you are so happy to see?” Richie quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I… I really don’t know. I never thought about it, I guess.” Eddie shrugs when Richie immediately shot up from the bed.

“What? Are you kidding me?” Richie demanded as Eddie’s eyes widened.

“Why do you care so much?” Eddie huffed, crossing his arms.

“Because Eds, we’re about to be seniors this year! This is the year that you are supposed to go to the dance! Have fun! Enjoy the last year of public school before we are shipped off to who-knows-where to a college next fall!” Richie exclaims.

“First off, don’t call me Eds. Second off, why does it matter? As you said, it’s my senior year and I want to have fun. I can have fun without a lover.” Eddie comments before turning his attention back to his own comic book when Richie snatched and tossed it on to the other side of the bed. “Richie!” He screeched.

“Eddie! You can’t--You gotta do something! You’ve never had your first kiss--No, Bev doesn’t count we were playing spin the bottle!” Richie countered before Eddie could open his mouth. “Okay, tell me what you look for in a person.” Richie gestures to Eddie who groans.

“Dude, I don’t like anyone. Why is this such a big deal?” He huffed.

“Because I have Stan, Ben and Bev are dating, Mike has that girl named Kayla who helps out on the farm and Bill is just… Bill. We all have someone but you.” Richie points out, causing a scowl to spread across Eddie’s face.

“I wasn’t aware of that. Thanks.” He replied with sarcasm dripping in his tone.

“Spaghetti man, come on. What do you look for in someone?” Richie asked, tilting his head as Eddie threw up his hands with a loud groan.

“I don’t know! Someone who doesn’t mind my mother? Because that’s gonna stupid show stopper! No one can handle her! I can’t even handle her sometimes!” He exclaims.

“Hey, I can handle her just fine.” Richie grins as Eddie hit him in the face with a pillow. “Hey! Don’t disrespect your Step-Daddy!” He countered.

“No one will ever call you that! How does Stan put up with your shit sometimes?” Eddie huffs when Richie laughs.

“Slowly and then all at once.” Richie grins as Eddie rolled his eyes. “However, this isn’t about Stan and me, it’s about you.” He explains.

“Look, I really don’t know. I guess I never thought about it since I knew with my mom… I’d probably never be with anyone. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ll live alone so lay off.” Eddie comments before snagging the comic book and ripping it open.

“Eds, you’re not gonna be alone forever. I mean… shit--If I was able to bag a cutie like Staniel then I’m sure you can get someone too.” Richie points out, making Eddie roll his eyes again.

The conversation was dropped, which Eddie was more than grateful for.

Now that Richie mentioned it, Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about it and it’s almost two months. His mind was racing and soon he found himself envisioning a faceless person who would love him and they’d grow old together. His dreams were becoming more realistic with a marriage, adopting pets, and other things you would normally do to grow up.

Soon, there was a hole blooming in his chest at the feeling of longing for that contact that his dreams were giving him. Some nights he’d wake up with tears in his eyes and a cold sweat breaking out across his body from the feeling. He wanted nothing more than to be loved and now he blamed Richie for making these feelings come to life.

The losers all decided to have a sleepover down in Bill’s basement since there were furniture and other items that others could sleep on. They had been watching movies and eating junk food just like they always did throughout the years. Eddie was the first one to pass out since his mother had him on a strict sleeping schedule that even through the summer held it’s value.

Eddie was laying across the love-seat, dreaming vividly of this faceless person who for the first time spoke--I love you--Causing Eddie to wake up a sharp gasp as he looked around the darkened room to see the others were asleep. The only light source was the little ray of moonlight that shined through the small window. He felt goose flesh spread across his arms and legs, making him shiver as tears flooded his eyes.

“Eddie?” Bill’s voice spoke softly as Eddie jolted before sitting up to see Bill on the recliner beside him. “Yuh--You okay?” He asked, taking in the flushed features on the younger one’s face.

“I’m fine,” Eddie assured, swiping at both his cheeks to make the tears stop.

“Eddie, duh--don’t lie to me. Come on, luh-let’s get you some water.” Bill stood up from the recliner before offering out a hand with a gentle smile spread across his lips.

Eddie looked from his hand up to Bill’s face, taking each feature the boy had with a photographic memory. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat before reaching out and snagging Bill’s hand as the latter helped him stand. Eddie’s legs felt slightly wobbly, but with Bill’s support, they were able to go upstairs without waking anyone else up.

“Suh--So, you gonna talk to me?” Bill asked, walking over to the cupboards to get some cups as Eddie sat at the small table.

“Just dreams.” Eddie shrugs, not wanting to really offer any more than that.

“Juh-Just dreams? Like nuh-nightmares?” Bill asked as Eddie shakes his head.

“No, they’re good dreams.” He assured, only further the crease in Bill’s brow.

“Oh-Okay, then what’s the pruh-problem?” Bill asked, getting them both a drink before setting a cup down in front of Eddie who gratefully gulped almost half the liquid down.

“Because they are dreams about being with someone. I never worried about this stuff before and then… then Richie asked me who I liked and who I was looking for in a person.” Eddie explains as Bill rolls his eyes.

“Ruh--Richie does that shit to get a rise out of yuh-you,” Bill comments softly. “If you duh--don’t like someone then don’t like sum-someone.” He explains as Eddie shrugs.

“It’s not that I don’t… I just… I never really thought about it before until now. I guess I had accepted that I’d probably never leave this dumb town.” Eddie sighed shakily when Bill frowns.

“Eddie, yuh--you’re a smart guy. You’ll go far… Fuh--Far away from here. And you’ll meet someone. You’re guh--going on eighteen this year. You have the--the rest of your life.” Bill points out before taking a drink.

“Is that what you do? Is that why you aren’t with anyone?” Eddie asked quietly when Bill snorts.

“I’ve juh-just been dealing wuh--with a lot of things. Puh--Parents up my ass. Buh--Baseball. I don’t huh--have time for those things, I guess. Buh--But that doesn’t mean I don’t wuh--want it.” He explains as Eddie nods.

“You think I will find someone?” Eddie asked quietly, feeling that twist in his gut flare up like it always did whenever he’d think about growing older.

“Of cuh--course I do.” Bill offers him a warm smile that struck Eddie in ways he had never noticed before.

Bill was beautiful.

Like actually beautiful, from his sleep muzzled hair to his dorky grin that made Eddie’s heart flutter rapidly. Apparently it was too hot for a shirt since it was summer, but the way Bill’s body looked was… breath-taking. Now, he wasn’t overly muscular where it was gross to look at. He was perfectly shaped in ways that Eddie wanted to be in his arms--And whoa, wait a minute.

“Nuh--Now, how about we talk about sum--something else for a little bit.” Bill offers. “Get your muh--mind off everything.” He explains as Eddie nods dumbly.

The rest of the night, Bill talked to Eddie about a lot of things. Most things that Eddie had no idea was going on inside of Bill’s head. He’s never felt as close to someone until tonight and soon he found himself speaking about things he kept inside. It was the most liberating thing that Eddie has ever done aside from standing up against his mother. And that’s when it hit him… He realized he was in love with Bill… Because those feelings he had for the others were different when he thought about Bill…

He was royally screwed.

About a week after the sleepover, Eddie cornered Richie in the clubhouse before the others came so he could yell at him. Well, it was more like high-pitched squeaks as Richie tried to dissect what the poor frantic boy was trying to say. Between his flailing arms and face as red as a tomato, Richie pieced together that Eddie was in love.

“Who is it!” Richie exclaims excitedly as Eddie looks at him.

“That is not the point of this conversation you absolute goober!” He exclaims, beating on Richie’s chest with his fists.

“Whoa! Whoa, calm down! You look like you’re going to have an aneurism!” Riche cackles when Eddie’s eyes darkened in anger. “Alright, hold on you little demon. You short people get easily angered because you’re closer to Satan I swear.” He snorts.

“Richie!” He huffed as Richie’s hands shot up in surrender. “You are an asshole! Do you know that? This is all your fucking fault! I was fine until you had to open your dumbass Trashmouth like you always do!” He exclaims, tears forming in his eyes as Richie froze.

“Hey, what are you talking about? Is it--Holy shit, Eds is it me?” He asked as Eddie’s face twisted in disgusted.

“No! I’d rather lick a fucking stump!” Eddie barked, making Richie pout his lips.

“Okay, so… so what’s this about? Because you like someone? How bad can it be?” Richie quirked an eyebrow at him as Eddie scrubbed his hands through his hair.

“It’s very bad! It’s the worst and I can’t stop it! Make it stop!” He begged when Richie looked down at him in complete shock.

“Eddie, who the hell do you like?” He asked before a sob escapes Eddie’s trembling lips.

“I can’t love them… I can’t they won’t… They don’t like me.” He whispered before collapsing against Richie’s chest.

“Eds, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. Is it Stan?” Richie asked, tensing slightly as Eddie huffed and pulled away.

“No! It’s Bill! Okay! I think I might be in love with Bill!” He exclaims, yanking at his hair. “I mean my dreams started off with a faceless person and now they are all Bill! Bill this! Bill that! It’s all BILL!” He throws his hands up as Richie watches him explode.

“Whoa, wait… You got a crush on Billiam? Shit, my dude, this club really stays close huh?” He snorts, earning a murderous look from Eddie. “Why is it so bad that you like Bill? I mean, it is Bill and he’s got the brains of a walnut.” Richie points out.

“You are not helping me here,” Eddie comments back as Richie snorts before shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m not the one who is in love with him.” Richie resorts when Eddie groaned covering his face. “I actually find it adorable. I mean, I’m happy for you.” He grins as Eddie’s hands slowly scrape down his face.

“I can’t be though! I’m a boy and so is Bill!” He explains, making Richie quirk a brow.

“And? Stan and I are boys who are dating.” Richie points out. “Look, I know what your mom is like. She drilled it into your head that they are nasty disease filled people who worship the devil or some religious B-S like that. But I can assure you that it’s not anything like that. You can’t help who you love, Eds.” He shrugs when Eddie thumped down on the hammock.

“What do I do? I mean… Bill has only dated girls. What if… What if I tell him and suddenly everything falls apart. I’ll lose all my friends or he will and we won’t be able to be in a room together… and then--” Eddie starts to hyperventilate when Richie slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Oh-kay, we’re gonna need you to tone that shit down,” Richie comments with wide eyes. “Look, this is Bill we’re talking about here. The boy who can’t help but be nice to everyone. Even those who don’t deserve it. That being said, Bill has only dated girls and they’ve all ended in disaster. So maybe you are the beautiful angel he needs to have a good relationship! Besides, Mr. and Mrs. Denbrough love you!” He explains as Eddie’s face flushes.

“Shut up…” Eddie mumbles before they both sat in silence for a few moments. Just as he was about to ask Richie for help the hatch opened before the other losers finally came in and the conversation was dropped… again.

“Heh--Hey, Eddie.” Bill comments, walking home with him later that night as Eddie hums softly. “Do you… Did I do sum--something wrong?” He asked quietly as Eddie jerked his head up to meet Bill’s worried gaze.

“Wha--What? What do you mean?” Eddie’s voice cracked slightly as his heart pounded against his chest.

“Wuh--Well, it felt like you wuh--were avoiding me a lot lately. Tuh--Today just proved it. We were paired up fuh--for the Quarry and you looked up--upset. If I did something… I’m--I’m sorry.” He apologized as Eddie’s heart ceased tightly.

“Jesus, Bill, No! No, that’s not… Fuck--I’m the one who should be apologizing. I didn’t mean to act that way, I swear.” Eddie assures, waving his hands around as Bill shoved his hands into his jacket’s pockets.

“Thuh--Then why did you act like that?” Bill questioned with a gentle frown.

“Promise you won’t hate me. No matter what I say right now?” Eddie asked, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk as Bill almost bumped into him.

“Eddie--” He’s cut off.

“Promise me! Please, I need to know that you won’t hate me.” Eddie whispered as Bill blinked in shock before looking at Eddie.

“I pruh--promise, Eddie. Whatever it is.” He assured, motioning the ‘cross-my-heart’ before looking back to Eddie who let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me… I tried to make it go away, but I can’t. You’re so sweet to me and you listen to me. You’ve always been there for me.” Eddie explains as Bill nods, motioning for him to continue. “So… So it came to a little shocking when I realized that this warmth in my chest that I feel around you is love…” He laughs wetly, tears flooding down his face as he chokes on his breath. “I’m in love with you, Bill. I think I always have been, I just never had it at face value before.” He whispered.

Bill’s eyes widened as he looked at Eddie who was borderline sobbing at this point. His brain finally caught up to register that Eddie was in love with him. That’s why he was acting that way… He wanted to get rid of the feelings because he thought Bill would hate him.

Did he love Eddie? I mean he’s always been protective over the little hypochondriac… But was that feeling love? He thought he had feelings for Stan, but he believes that it was a crush for him to figure out that hey he liked boys too. But he wanted to hug Eddie, keep him from ever crying again because this look was the most heartbreaking thing he’s ever seen.

“Buh--Bill? Please, say something.” Eddie whispered, feeling his body growing cold as he flinched when Bill stepped forward. He opened his mouth to call out for him again onto to have his face buried against Bill’s chest, taking in the scent of cologne.

“Thuh--Thank you,” Bill whispered as Eddie’s face twisted in confusion before he looked up at Bill. “Yuh--You made me realize that it wuh--was love I felt for you. I--I didn’t understand it. Juh--Just like you. But it’s there. I never… I never explore thuh--this before.” Bill explains when Eddie shook his head.

“Wah--Wait a minute… Are you… You mean you love me, too?” Eddie asked quietly.

“I thuh--think so. I’d like to explore this muh--more if you are.” Bill offers.

“Holy shit, wait this is not what I thought was gonna happen. I need a moment.” Eddie’s breathing started to pick up when Bill wrapped his hands on Eddie’s shoulders before lowering them down to the curb.

“Bruh--Breathe with me.” He mimicked a slow inhale and exhale to help Eddie breathe normally. “Yuh--You okay?” He asked as Eddie nods, not yet trusting his voice when he started to shiver from the cold.

Bill immediately stood up, ripping off his jacket before placing it onto Eddie’s shoulders as the two boys shared a look. Bill offers him a sheepish smile as Eddie’s hands slowly curl around the fabric and hold it closer to him. He sat back down next to Eddie whose mind was racing before everything shouted the same thing.

Bill turned to Eddie, ready to ask if he was okay again when suddenly, Eddie’s lips had smashed against his own. Bill’s eyes widened more out of shock than anything before he immediately cupped Eddie’s face and deepened the kiss. Eddie’s dreams didn’t do Bill the justice that he deserved because this kiss was everything and more.

“Oh… Oh my god.” Eddie whispered as he pulled back when Bill snorted.

“Guh--Good, oh my god, ruh--right?” He asked, making Eddie nod dumbly.

“Perfect,” Eddie assured when Bill snorts before bumping their foreheads together. “I guess you’re right. I did find someone.” He whispered softly. “Someone like you.” He grins softly.

Bill smiles and pulls him into another kiss as Eddie tilts his head to the side, allowing Bill to take the lead again. Eddie would have to go home soon, but right here and right now, Eddie couldn’t care less that his mother was probably freaking out. Because he was exactly where he was supposed to be with the person of his dreams.

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failedmy-tbtest · 5 years ago

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Charles takes female reader with him on hunting trip. Maybe she gets injured somehow and he fixes her up? Some good hurt/comfort

Just an Accident

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A swell of pride filled your chest as you approached the bison you’d just killed. You looked out over the plains and saw Taima standing patiently next to a kneeling Charles as he skinned an animal of his own. The two of you had a friendly competition going for the last few days on your hunting trip: whoever got more pelts had to pay the other what they were worth.

You were determined to win, and so far you were. You’d managed to kill a deer with a bow and arrow, some rabbits, a fox, and now you had a bison pelt.

“Oh Mr. Smith, yer goin’ t’ have wished you’da taken someone else along with ya.” You knelt down to the ground and began skinning the animal. It took a lot of effort and by the time you’d finished peeling the pelt off the carcass, Taima was nudging you with her muzzle.

She was an odd-tempered horse. Aside from Charles, Taima only let you and Arthur handle her, Kieran was the only exception when he was brushing or feeding her. The last time anyone else had tried to lay a hand on her, Micah ended up face first in the dirt, and Taima had gotten a sugar cube from her owner.

“Quit it girl, yer goin’ t’ make me mess up. Then this really won’t be worth anythin’.” You grumbled softly, but took a second to give the horse a loving pat. She whinnied before deciding to munch on some of the grass she was standing on.

You’d gotten the pelt all tied up and rolled neatly, ready to be tossed onto your own horse for transportation. You lugged it over your shoulder with a grunt, and took a deep breath before starting to walk towards your horse.

It was over by Charles, who seemed to be feeding it something some twenty feet away, and he offered a wave as he saw you heading towards them.

“What kind of trash did you pick up?” He hollered as he ran his hand across your horse’s neck. You shook your head and laughed at his jab.

“Yer jus’ jealous Charles, ‘cause I got the winnin’ amou-whoa!” You cried out as your ankle bent underneath you, and the ground rushed up to meet you. Your hands got tangled in the string holding the pelt together, so it cushioned your head, but everything else was in pain. Your elbow had slammed into the dirt, along with your knee and hip. Basically the entire right side of your body.

“Hey! You alright?” You could hear Charles yell through the ringing in your ears, and you pulled your hands away from the pelt, then tried to sit up. You shook your head, which ached a bit, and saw your horse rearing a few feet in front of you as Charles jumped off it’s back.

“What the hell did you do?” Charles asked with an amused note to his voice as he picked up your pelt and secured it to your horse. Then he came back over and held out his hand to you.

“I stepped in a god damn fox hole is what I did. Somethin’ like that…” You mumbled as you brushed off your arms, taking note that there were a few decent cuts that would need to be cleaned. You took Charles’s hand and used your left foot to push yourself off the ground, but as soon as your right foot started to bear any weight, you hissed in pain as your ankle gave out.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy there.” Charles wrapped his arm around your waist to catch you, his other hand holding yours tightly so that you wouldn’t hit the ground a second time. “Can’t walk on it then?”

“Shit, no I don’ think so.” You grimaced and held your foot just off the ground, and Charles shifted you both around so that you had an arm over his shoulders and his arm was holding you up around your waist. For a second you were worried that it was an uncomfortable position for someone as tall as Charles to be leaned over in, but then you remembered both of your horses were right in front of you.

Charles let go of you for a moment, so you rested a hand on Taima’s shoulder to keep your balance, but you were quickly swept off your feet as Charles’s hands gripped your waist and he hauled you onto his saddle. You wobbled a bit as he set you down, ergo you wrapped your fingers around the horn so that you didn’t fall off of his horse.

You pushed yourself towards the back of his saddle as Charles started to mount Taima, and once he was settled, you wrapped your arms around his waist for stability. You’d never admit it to anyone living, but you could die in this man’s arms. He was rough and strong, but when he wasn’t using his fists to fight, he could be quite gentle.

Taima took off in a canter and you whistled for your horse to follow. The two of you rode for a few hours, your head resting against Charles’s back as you took in the expansive prairie around you. Deer, bison, and pronghorns grazed along the hills, their heads perking up as they head your horse and Taima’s hooves beating against the ground.

The four of you arrived into camp around sunset, the horses trotting up to a pair of hitching posts. Some of the other members of the gang looked up in curiosity and smiled at the two of you when they realized it was just you and Charles arriving back from your trip.

“I thought you wasn’t back for a few more days?” Tilly called out from the nearest table, where she was sitting and eating dinner for the night. Your cheeks burned red as you opened your mouth to tell her what had happened while Charles lifted you off the horse, but he beat you to it.

“We weren’t. Her horse got spooked by a cougar and bucked her.” Charles spoke up as he set you down, but kept his arm out to support you with. Your hand wrapped around his forearm, and you could feel the muscles flex under your fingers as he helped you keep your balance.

You looked over at Charles in shock at the fact that he’d lied about what had happened. There wasn’t any benefit to it other than you avoided being the camp joke for the next two weeks. Your eyes narrowed and he shrugged innocently, but you could see the ghost of a smile on his face.

“Good lord, well are ya alrigh’?” Mary-Beth chimed in from somewhere nearby, and it took you a second to find her in the increasing darkness as she moved over to the table Tilly was sat at.

“Yeah, I jus’ have t’ bandage it or somethin’ t’ keep it straight.” You waved off the two women as you pulled Charles in the direction of the tent you and the other women shared. You wanted to get off the damn thing so that it could heal sooner than later.

You waved at Sean and said your hellos to some of the others as you walked past them to your tent, where Karen was fast asleep next to a beer bottle. You couldn’t help but shake your head with a quiet chuckle. Charles held his arm still as you carefully set yourself on the ground.

“You alright now?” He looked down at you and folded his arms across his chest, and you had to pull your eyes away from his arms with a nod.

“I can take care o’ it myself. Thanks for help Charles. I owe you one.” He shook his head and waved his hand in the air in dismissal.

“I’ll get Pearson your pelts and see how much you owe me.” He tilted his head, and you could’ve sworn you saw him wink before he turned away and headed for your horses. You watched him for a moment as he untied your bison pelt and stacked your other pelts on top of it before carrying them over to Pearson.

You figured it might’ve been best to distract yourself from Charles so he didn’t catch you staring, and thus began the process of cutting up some fabric as a bandage. You’d changed into a skirt to make the whole business of bandaging you leg easier since pants were hard to push that far up your leg, and you’d taken off your boots as well so the wrap had an anchor point.

About five minutes later you heard footsteps coming towards your tent, and you looked up to see Charles walking back over with a roll of fabric in one hand and a coin purse in the other.

“What’re you doin’ over here? Come to give me my winnin’s?” You teased him with a whisper so as to not wake Karen up. When she had a hangover she was never particularly pleasant, and if she was woken up by someone else, she tended to be extra nasty.

Charles chuckled deep from within his chest, the sound of the rumble making your heart flutter.

He was a quiet man and when he did speak it was usually of little words. Everyone made comments at some point or another at how fast Charles seemed to be warming up to you, but you’d just say that he was the same with Arthur. The two of you were really the only people he’d hold a conversation with.

“Actually yes. You beat me by five bucks, no doubt with that bison pelt you tripped over.” Charles dropped the coin purse at your feet before he sat down on the ground next to your and let one of his arms rest across his knee.

“Well thank you, kind sir.” You took the purse and tossed it over by your trunk of things before picking up your makeshift wrap again.

“Here, let me help.” Charles shifted closer to you and took the fabric from your hands, setting his own down on his leg. He unraveled what you’d done and set it on your bedroll, then picked up the roll he’d brought over.

The two of you sat in silence as you held your skirt up to your knee and Charles’s hands moved carefully around your ankle. You watched him as though it were the most interesting thing in the world, only moving to lift up your foot so Charles could wrap that as well to hold the rest of it in place.

His hands were rough against your skin, the callouses and scars giving you little goosebumps from his light as a feather touch.

Once he’d finished, Charles carefully set your foot back down on the ground and you looked up at him bashfully. His expression was soft as he looked at you, his fingers still lingering against your bare calf.

He didn’t need to say anything. You understood. Charles didn’t look at Arthur the way he looked at you, didn’t touch Arthur the way he did you. That was because the way he felt about Arthur was different than the way he felt about you.

Charles reached up to your face and touched your burning cheeks with the pad of his thumb, the rest of his hand holding up your jaw. You nodded at him in return when you noticed his gaze flickering up and down between your eyes and lips.

And with that, he pressed his lips against yours hesitantly. You didn’t move a muscle, not wanting to spook him, but when his fingers gripped your jaw a little tighter, you reciprocated. Despite how odd his mannerisms seemed to come off as sometimes, the way your first kiss happened felt just right.

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thistleclaws-hatred · 5 years ago

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Chapter Three

Previous chapter Next chapter Thistlepaw had found himself a nest in the far corner of the apprentices’ den. His sisters slept on the opposite side of the den, facing away from him. Thistlepaw felt alone. He wrapped his tail around his muzzle and drifted off to sleep.

When he opened his eyes again he found himself surrounded by darkness. A damp, musty smell filled his maw when he stood to his paws. Looking around he saw no cat anywhere. He was alone. This must be a nightmare.

Thistlepaw took a few cautious steps forward, he wasn’t sure where he was going, but he knew he had to get out of this forest. He could hear no prey, no rushing water, no cats. Thistlepaw was terrified, tucking his tail between his legs as he continued to wander around this mysterious forest.

“This way young one,” a dark voice spoke behind him. The apprentice fluffed up his fur and spun around.

“Rushtooth!” Thistlepaw let his fur lay flat.

The brown tom dipped his head and beckoned for Thistlepaw to follow him through the dense undergrowth. Thistlepaw fell into step behind him, still unsure of where he was. “Where are we?”

Rushtooth didn’t answer. Instead, the older warrior began to run through the forest. Skillfully leaping over roots and bouncing off of protruding boulders, he left the ThunderClan apprentice behind him.

“H-hey wait up!” Thistlepaw called out after him. He shoved his fear away and ran after him, trying to follow Rushtooth’s exact path. Thistlepaw couldn’t match his speed and ended up tripping more than once over the intertwining obstacles that laid in his path.

In front of him, he could see Rushtooth sitting in an open clearing, patiently waiting for Thistlepaw to arrive. He blushed awkwardly when he finally made his way out of the undergrowth and looked at Rushtooth.

Rushtooth again said nothing and looked over at the two other cats that sat in the clearing. One was a large mottled ginger tom, his left eye was missing and Thistlepaw could see the trees behind him so clearly, it was as if the tom wasn’t even there. Next to him was a faded tortoiseshell she-cat, her eyes bore holes in Thistlepaw’s pelt. “One Eye and Mapleshade.” Rushtooth introduced the two to the apprentice.

“Thistlepaw,” the apprentice looked away as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“This is the one you brought to us? He looks more afraid than a mouse,” One Eye spat angrily at Rushtooth.

“Without any battle training, I witnessed this apprentice leap onto the back of a ShadowClan warrior. Zero hesitation,” Rushtooth defended Thistlepaw.

“No battle training?” Mapleshade was suddenly interested.

“None.”

“Then we will train him the correct way,” Mapleshade purred. The thick-furred she-cat walked over to Thistlepaw and wrapped her tail around his throat, tickling the skin under his chin.

“You guys will train me how to fight?” Thistlepaw asked, his ears perking.

“Of course young one,” One Eye smirked at him. “Mapleshade and Rushtooth, battle each other. I want the two of you to show Thistlepaw here how real warriors fight.”

Rushtooth took his position across the clearing from Mapleshade, eyeing the she-cat uneasily. Thistlepaw sat next to One Eye, watching the battle with interest. Rushtooth nodded at Mapleshade and the two warriors unsheathed their claws. Thistlepaw suddenly felt a pit of dread fill in his stomach.

Rushtooth launched himself at Mapleshade, knocking the she-cat into the dirt and locking his claws into her shoulder. Mapleshade turned her head and snarled, biting hard into his forepaw and yanking him forward. Rushtooth fell into the dirt but countered quickly by kicking out his hind legs. Mapleshade ducked under his kick and headbutted his chest.

Rushtooth went face-first into the ground and felt Mapleshade’s sharp claws slash across his spine. His blood splattered across the clearing. The tom reared up and caught Mapleshade’s head with his paw, sending her reeling. The she-cat turned to attack but was met with Rushtooth’s claws across her chest instead.

If Rushtooth had been any closer, Mapleshade would’ve suffered a fatal injury. Thistlepaw thought to himself grimly. Mapleshade bent down and lashed out with a forepaw, catching Rushtooth’s front legs and knocking him forward once more. She leaped forward, jaws open and ready to crack the tom’s spine.

“Enough.” One Eye ordered.

“She almost killed him!” Thistlepaw gasped.

The two warriors split apart from each other, each one bleeding from different wounds. “We train like real warriors here.”

“Real warriors don’t need to kill to show their strength!” Thistlepaw countered, standing and glaring at One Eye.

“You’re a fool. Rushtooth, you brought us a coward,” Mapleshade spat, “Real warriors know when to kill and when to make your opponent bleed red into the dirt. Real warriors show no mercy. Loyalty can only get you so far if you want to protect your clan you can only do so properly with bloodshed.”

“You’re wrong! Cats who have already passed on cannot tell me my own loyalty!” Thistlepaw argued.

“You’re already blinded by your precious warrior code. But you’ve seen what true strength is now. You’ll come back, they always come back,” One Eye sneered, his voice low and slow.

Thistlepaw shook his head, “Never!”

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Thistlepaw shot up, kicking Lionpaw awake as well.

“Thistlepaw?” Lionpaw wheezed.

“S-sorry Lionpaw. Bad dream,” the younger apprentice admitted, sitting up straight.

Lionpaw huffed but said nothing else as he drifted back to sleep. Thistlepaw looked through the cracks of the den, seeing the amber hue of the rising sun. Maybe I can go on a dawn patrol or something. Anything to get them out of my head.

Thistlepaw carefully crept over his fellow apprentices out into the clearing. He could no longer see Snowfur and Bluefur at the entrance, but could see the rest of the camp starting to come to life. The apprentice was pleasantly surprised to see that Adderfang was already awake and sharing tongues with Nightfang.

Thistlepaw stood awkwardly outside of the apprentices’ den waiting to see if Adderfang would notice him. Luckily, Sunfall did instead. “Awake already?” the deputy asked.

The fluffy apprentice turned to face the ginger deputy, “I wanted to get a head start, get out before my sisters,” he lied.

Sunfall purred with amusement, “You’re a tenacious one, Adderfang sure does have his paws full.”

“I want to be the best warrior ThunderClan has ever seen. I just want to do my training the right way,” Thistlepaw said, flicking his tail with uncertainty.

“Adderfang!” Sunfall called over the warrior, “Dawn patrol, me, you, and Thistlepaw.”

Adderfang said his good-byes to Nightfang and walked over to join the pair, “Sounds great. Thistlepaw still needs to see the east side of our territory. The Owl Tree and the thunderpath.”

“Perfect. We need to keep a close eye on our ShadowClan border anyway. Let’s head out,” Sunfall emphasized his comment about ShadowClan.

Thistlepaw walked side by side with Adderfang, trying to absorb every bit of information the older warrior was saying about the forest. His legs still felt tired and his back ached, almost as if he had been running the whole night. Sunfall added in his own comments here and there, mostly addressing ThunderClan’s advantages over the other clans.

The apprentice heard a twig snap and hissed, jumping behind Adderfang in fear. His mentor looked at him in surprise, “Are you alright?” he asked, concern flooding his voice.

Thistlepaw noticed the broken stick beside Sunfall, who was also looking at him with worry. “Uhm, I’m fine. Just a little more tired than I thought I was.”

Adderfang and Sunfall shared a look, but the deputy said nothing as he continued towards the ShadowClan border. “Once we get back to camp, I want you to rest for a bit, eat something and relax. Later in the day I’ll take you out for some hunting training.”

“Okay Adderfang, I’m sorry,” Thistlepaw felt a wave of embarrassment crash over him.

“I know you’re eager to become a warrior, but over-exerting yourself on your second day of your apprenticeship isn’t the way to do it,” Adderfang chastised. “I’ll train you to be the best warrior, don’t you worry.”

Thistlepaw fell silent beside his mentor. Alone with his thoughts he was brought back to the musty forest that had filled his dreams. Mapleshade’s snarling filled his ears and Rushtooth’s yowls of pain echoed around him.

Thistlepaw didn’t even notice that Sunfall was talking to him until he was yanked backward and an acidic smell filled his nose. “Thistlepaw! That’s the thunderpath, monsters run across it all hours of the day. A single monster could end your life in an instant!” Adderfang snarled impatiently.

Thistlepaw cowered when another monster raced in front of them. “Across the thunderpath is ShadowClan’s territory,” Sunfall continued. “We’ll remark the borders here and head home.”

“Cutting the patrol short?” Adderfang asked his deputy.

“Thistlepaw needs to go home.”

Thistlepaw felt hot and uncomfortable, his fur standing on end and his mind still racing, “I’ll just head back. Don’t skip out on your warrior duties because of me. I just need to sleep some more I think. I’m sorry for ruining this patrol.” Thistlepaw spoke up.

“You didn’t ruin the patrol Thistlepaw,” Adderfang corrected, “You just need to know your limits. In a few weeks you’ll be able to find your limits and push past them, but right now, you are incapable of doing that.”

The bushes next to the trio shook and out stepped Halftail and Thrushpelt. “Pinestar sent us out hunting,” Thrustpelt began, “We can finish this patrol though so Adderfang can take Thistlepaw back to camp.”

“You two need to hunt,” Sunfall said.

“We already did, our kills are buried a ways back. We can dig them up on our way back,” Halftail explained. The tom nudged Thistlepaw back into the woods, “Now send this apprentice back to camp.”

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Thistlepaw laid adjacent to the apprentice’s den. His stomach was growling but he refused himself any food for his incompetence today. Why isn’t Adderfang punishing me? He thought grimly.

“Thistlepaw, are you okay?” A familiar voice asked him. He looked up and met Snowfur’s bright blue eyes.

“I’m a mouse-brain,” he sighed.

“What’d you do?” The she-cat asked, sitting next to his slumped form.

“Almost walked directly out onto the thunderpath when Sunfall was explaining the dangers of it. I didn’t even hear him talking,” the apprentice mumbled.

“All new apprentices do mouse-brained things. You’ll learn,” Snowfur comforted. She laid down next to him, brushing her fur up against his. Thistlepaw looked at her again and folded his ears back.

“I think Adderfang is mad at me for it,” he confessed.

Snowfur hummed softly in response, lapping her tongue across Thistlepaw’s ruffled fur, “You think too much.” she meowed.

“I just want to be the best warrior. I’m already as big as some fully grown warriors. I’m even bigger than Smallear! I know I have to train, but I want to train correctly, not forcing myself to disobey tradition,” Thistlepaw cried out.

“What do you mean?”

Say a word, I dare you. One Eye’s voice sounded in the distance. You already know what we can do.

“I just...I’m afraid of my...strength,” he lied.

“That’s understandable,” she responded. Thistlepaw looked surprised. “You’re a strong tom, already stronger than some warriors. I bet brute force to brute force you could beat Thrushpelt, you just lack the training to control your strength.” Snowfur said in between her grooming.

Thistlepaw’s stomach answered before he could speak. He blushed. “I uh, think I should probably eat something. Then Adderfang said he wanted to take me out for some hunting practice.”

Snowfur licked between his ears one last time, “That’s a good idea. I’ll talk to you later Thistlepaw. Keep your head up.”

Thistlepaw tried to stifle a purr as he watched her walk away. In the distance, he could see Bluefur looking at him, a blank expression on her face. What’s her problem? He thought bitterly.

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“Keep your tail still. Mice will hear you before they see you and if your tail is swishing around it’ll let them know that you’re there,” Adderfang instructed.

Thistlepaw fell into his crouch again, focusing on stilling his tail and keeping his pawsteps light as he stalked forward. “Much better.”

Thistlepaw beamed at the praise and sat upright, stretching out his muscles again. “Your body will adjust, now let’s go see if you can apply that crouch.”

Thistlepaw and Adderfang headed away from the sandy hollow where they had been training. It had seemed like a lifetime before Thistlepaw had finally gotten his crouch down well enough for it to be put in use.

“Mouse, under that tree, to your left,” Adderfang whispered.

Thistlepaw perked his ears to pinpoint the mouse and could see its gray body sticking out among the dead leaves. He crouched low to the ground and took careful steps as he approached. About a fox-length from the mouse he bunched the muscles in his hind-legs and prepared to pounce. His timing was off however and when he leaped forward he missed the mouse by a whisker and it when scuttling into the forest.

“You’ll get it next time,” Adderfang said.

Next time do a scooping motion to scoop the mouse into the air, that will stun it so it can’t run away. Mapleshade’s familiar voice hissed in his ear. Thistlepaw shook her from his head and turned to follow Adderfang.

“There’s another one.” Adderfang pointed with his tail to a mouse hiding under some branches about four fox-lengths away.

Thistlepaw sucked in a breath and crouched low, silently stalking up on his prey. You will be mine! He thought to himself, getting ready to pounce. Against all better judgment, when he leaped forward he scooped the mouse into the air like Mapleshade told him and once it landed he swiftly killed it.

“Excellent! I didn’t teach you to scoop though,” Adderfang tilted his head.

“Um, instinct? I guess? I wanted to stun it before it could get away like the other one,” Thistlepaw defended.

I told you so. Mapleshade whispered.

Thistlepaw tried to ignore her gloating, but couldn’t deny the fact that her technique had gotten him his first kill.

“I’m impressed. Keep using your instinct and you’ll be a warrior in no time,” Adderfang praised.

Thistlepaw smiled at his mentor and buried his prey, ready to hunt for more. “Gotta feed the clan.” He said to his mentor as he walked off into the woods.

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Thistlepaw had managed to bring a mouse and a squirrel back to camp. While slightly disappointed with himself for missing two other pieces of fresh-kill (rabbits were a lot faster than he had thought), Adderfang had told him that for his first hunt, what he managed to catch was very impressive.

“First hunt?” Fuzzypelt asked the apprentice, who nodded eagerly in response. “That’s very impressive. Between you and me, I’d bring that squirrel to Weedwhisker, that’s his favorite type of fresh-kill.”

Adderfang took the mouse from Thistlepaw and nudged him off towards the elders’ den. Thistlepaw cautiously entered the warm den and saw the graying brown tom sitting off in the corner grooming himself. “Weedwhisker? I brought you a squirrel.”

The elder perked up and looked at the apprentice. Thistlepaw dropped the squirrel in front of him and smiled, “First hunt?” the elder asked.

“Yes, sir,” Thistlepaw meowed.

“Impressive,” Weedwhisker yawned. The elder said nothing else and after several heartbeats, Thistlepaw left the elders den to join his sisters.

“Thistlepaw!” Sweetpaw cried out happily, “How was your first hunt?”

“Caught a mouse and a squirrel, but a rabbit escaped me,” Thistlepaw answered honestly. He graciously bit into the mouse Sweetpaw offered him.

“Lucky, I only caught a sparrow on my first hunt yesterday,” Rosepaw muttered, shoving her brother off-balance.

“Yesterday? I only went on a partial tour yesterday!” Thistlepaw complained.

“Yeah, yesterday I was shown the ShadowClan border,” Sweetpaw interjected, “Those fox-hearts smell like death itself.”

“Today, Tawnyspots brought me to the RiverClan border. I don’t know how those fishfaces eat that stuff, the smell itself is more than enough for me!” Rosepaw laughed. “Bluefur came with us though. She’s super cool, said that she likes to patrol the RiverClan border since they can’t seem to stay off of sunningrocks.”

She’s not that cool. Thistlepaw thought angrily, “RiverClan hasn’t been near sunningrocks in moons though, at least that’s what I overheard Robinwing telling Leopardpaw,” he said.

Rosepaw shrugged, “I don’t know. We’ve only been apprentices for two days!”

#thistleclaw's hatred #thistleclaw's rewrite #chapter three #my writing #thistleclaw #adderfang #mapleshade #rushtooth #sunfall #thunderclan #snowfur #bluefur #one eye #chapter 3

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nelvana · 6 years ago

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In which a birthday is celebrated

First [ARC 1]: In which the human is transformed First [ARC 2]: In which a present is prepared Next: In which an agreement is reached Previous: In which a present is prepared

Impatience rarely brought a good night’s sleep. Keahi knew this well, and found herself experiencing this problem on the night before her birthday. It had been such a long time since she went and celebrated a birthday just with friends, and she found herself more excited than she could remember being in a long time.

Because of this, she now found herself laying awake in her nest, trying to catch just that last hour of rest before dawn. She would chat with Tsuki and Edgar, but Tsuki had insisted that Keahi needed to go back to sleep, so now that pair had gone downstairs as to not become distractions to Keahi trying to go back to bed.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t working out as planned, since the torchic still found herself wide awake with anticipation. Even now as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she found herself staring around at the few decorations that they had set up upstairs for the celebration, or peering out the nearby window to glimpse the stars still lighting up the night sky. She could hear the faint whistle of wind outside, streaming by their window that was barely open a crack for some fresh air; a request from Alex and Tsuki that had been quickly agreed upon by everyone else, at least for as long as the nights stayed warm enough for it.

Turning over in her nest onto her belly and laying her chin on the edge of the small bed, Keahi looked over at the rest of her teammates instead. The hammock at the back of the room sagged under the combined weight of the grovyle and shiny celebi, the latter of which laid peacefully on top of the former. Alex was resting on his back, as it seemed that he always did for whatever reason, though his breathing sounded less relaxed than usual. Either a nightmare or he wasn’t actually asleep, and Keahi couldn’t decide which would be preferable at this point; Alex needed some more sleep either way.

Closer to her was the other nest where Nelvana was sleeping. Or at least Keahi hoped. The cubone was better at hiding whether she was sleeping or not than anyone else the torchic had met. Regardless, Nelvana also lay on her back, but she was a much more restless sleeper than the rest of the team, something that Keahi could see even now with the blanket that was wrapped around the cubone from rolling around throughout the night. Now that she looked closely, she also noted that Nelvana’s headgear had been tilted in her sleep, now laying slightly askew on her head, showing another thin scar on her right cheek that Keahi had only seen a few times prior.

Temptation pricked at the back of Keahi’s mind to see if she would be able to sleep better if she joined her partner, but she turned down the idea in favor of trying not to disturb anyone more than she may already have.

“Keahi?”

So much for that idea.

“Sorry if I woke you,” Keahi immediately apologized.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Nelvana murmured, “I’ve been awake for awhile actually.”

“Another nightmare?”

“Mhmm…”

Now that she had given away that she was actually awake, Nelvana lifted a hand to scratch the fur on her chest before stretching and trying to readjust the tangled blanket on it. Keahi sat up, shaking out her sleep-ruffled feathers before blinking over at her partner again.

“So, were we all just awake but trying to pretend not to be as to not wake up anyone else?” Alex’s voice pierced through the moment of silence.

Keahi couldn’t help but laugh, turning to look across the room like before, “I guess so! Ceebee’s up too?”

“Yup, I’m here!” Ceebee hummed, lifting her head up to meet Keahi’s gaze through the darkness. “Now that we know this was the case, maybe I should have checked telepathically to see who was awake earlier. Good thing Nel spoke up, huh? We would have been left here in sleepless silence until morning.”

“Why are you two awake anyway?” Keahi asked.

“Same as Nel for me,” Alex sighed, absentmindedly rubbing the scar that lay across his muzzle.

“Nice, we get to be nightmare buds,” Nelvana commented with a hint of playful sarcasm to her tone.

“Hell yeah,” Alex replied, lifting his hand to fist bump the air for a moment before dropping it to hang limply beside the hammock.

“Alex woke me up,” Ceebee added, “kinda hard to stay asleep when the person you’re sleeping on starts kicking around.”

Alex let out a quiet huff before sitting up, something Ceebee barely noticed in time to flutter up in the air before sitting down again to avoid being rolled over. Seeing that everyone else had sat up by now, Nelvana pushed herself up to a seated position as well, fixing her shifted headgear and then shuffling in place to angle herself so that she would be able to comfortably be able to continue the conversation with everyone here.

“How ‘bout you, Keahi?” Ceebee asked, “what woke you up early?”

“Impatience,” Keahi sighed, “it’s hard to sleep when you just really want the next day to start.”

“Well, we’re all awake anyway, why not just start the day early? We could take the time to make a big breakfast at the very least,” Alex suggested, already swinging himself out of the hammock, which swung back up with only the smaller celebi left on it.

“It is almost dawn anyway, right?” Nelvana added, peering over at the window she was facing, which happened to not be the one she was closest to.

“Okay! I’m not going to complain about an idea like that!” Keahi chirped, swiftly hopping out of her nest. “Hey Tsuki, Edgar! Turns out that everyone else is awake, so we’re just going to get today started!” she called out down the stairs.

“I’m hoping that they woke up on their own, and that you didn’t just wake them up to pull this off!” Tsuki’s voice came echoing back from the lower floor of the house.

“Don’t worry, we did!” Ceebee assured her before flying downstairs to meet up with the other two.

The remaining three didn’t take long to hurry to join their teammates, and soon they were all preparing their early morning breakfast together. Having all six of them in the kitchen sometimes got crowded, but when two of them could fly around instead of taking up floor space, and making sure that everyone had a proper job and space, the task passed along much easier than it could had they gone about this in a more chaotic way. They had never tried preparing a meal with everyone participating at once before, but everyone unanimously agreed that this was a fun challenge and a good way to start such an early morning. As usual, this large breakfast ended up being pancakes with fruit, since it was not only something that everyone knew the basics of at this point, but could also be made in bulk for the entire team to enjoy a tasty and filling meal. They probably would make it more often if it didn’t require so much time to make.

Just past dawn was when they had completely finished up with breakfast, now hungry for the next activity of the day. While Keahi had expressed in many events that she wanted to take place during this day, she had not set up a proper schedule. To most of the team’s surprise, Keahi told them that she wanted to do a couple missions still, instead of just having a full day off.

“I like going through dungeons with you guys and helping others!” Keahi explained, “besides, I wasn’t actually born until the afternoon, so I want to save all the really fun stuff until then!”

“Well, it’s your day, so it’s your choice!” Nelvana responded.

“Gosh, when was the last time we left for a mission this early? We’ve gotten up early recently, but we still usually wait to get to work. Probably when we went to fight Zapdos and rescue Shiftry, right?” Keahi commented as they walked outside, keeping her gaze on her partner. “That feels so long ago, but it wasn’t really! It’s just that so much has happened since then!”

“Long enough ago that it was just the two of us in this house and that fighting a legendary felt like an impossible task,” Nelvana agreed, swinging her club up to rest on her shoulder. “Yeah, a lot has happened…”

“I think we should get out in the mornings more often,” Alex said, “it’s nice and quiet out here, and you can look around for all the dewdrops.”

“And for the sunrise,” Nelvana added.

Alex nodded, “of course.”

“However, from the perspective of doing our job, there are fewer missions on the board early in the morning,” Tsuki pointed out. “I am certain that in some cases, getting that extra sleep can be more important.”

“Says the one who never sleeps,” Alex chuckled, patting Tsuki on the head and ruffling her fur.

“Says the one who thinks we don’t notice that he never sleeps!” Edgar chimed in, “are you sure we don’t talk too loud? You’re rarely actually get any rest, and Nel isn’t far behind with that problem!”

“Eh, we’re light sleepers, don’t worry about it. We already get a lot more sleep than we used to,” Alex replied, waving away the duskull lazily with a hand.

“How come? It’s because of where you’re from, right? Always staying alert? Why isn’t Ceebee a light sleeper then?” Edgar continued, circling around the grovyle as he spoke.

Ceebee giggled at the sudden endless questioning, “yes, it’s because of where we’re from. I… I found better places to sleep though, and most pokemon don’t want to go out and attack a mythical anyway, so I didn’t… have to be as alert,” she answered, her expression falling slightly as she went on.

“Oh! That makes sense!” Edgar exclaimed, “thanks for answering my questions!”

“You’re welcome, but you know, you don’t need to thank us each time we answer a question,” Ceebee responded patiently.

As they all passed through Pokemon Square, they were quietly greeted by the various shop keepers up early to fix up their stands in time for opening them up for sales. Keahi received birthday wishes from each of them, Kangaskhan being the first to mention it and then starting a chain of every citizen in the vicinity adding on now that they were reminded and the timing felt right.

The mission board outside of the Pelipper Post Office sat nearly bare. Like Tsuki had mentioned, it was hard to find much work in the early mornings. There were still a couple missions left though; an escort and an item delivery. While these were some of the least favored types of missions, it was still work. Plus, it gave promise that things were getting better for everyone. Fewer actual rescue missions just meant that fewer people were in danger.

Team Galaxy completed the two missions that they had chosen before noon, returning to their base to enjoy the rest of their day together. Keahi mentioned that they had gotten back a bit earlier than she had expected, but that it just meant that perhaps they could get started on the celebration sooner.

“Well, the cake isn’t completely ready yet, so I think I’ll be using some of that extra time for that,” Ceebee announced, fluttering over into the kitchen. “Tsuki, do you want to help me? I think you put away the icing anyway and I’m not entirely sure where that went.”

“I want to help!” Edgar chimed in.

With that, the duskull swiftly floated over to join his friend, and Tsuki calmly padded behind him.

“What about the rest of us?” Alex questioned, glancing over at the remaining two with him.

“There are still some balloons we could blow up! Oh! And remember the party hats we found the other day? We could bring those out!” Keahi exclaimed.

“I left the hats upstairs, I can go get them,” Nelvana responded, taking the initiative and began climbing up the stairs.

“Okay! Alex and I can get started on the balloons then!” Keahi chirped, directing the mentioned grovyle over to the living room area.

Keahi tugged a bag full of colored balloons off the shelf, spilling the contents out on the floor. After some struggling with trying to hold one in her wing talons, she managed to bring one over to her beak to use, but then paused and glanced over at Alex.

“Do you know what we need to do here?” she checked, accidentally fumbling with her balloon and dropping it on the floor again. “Ah, whoops!”

“We’re just filling them with air, I know. It was mentioned when we first bought them,” Alex replied, “do you need help?” he added with a snicker.

“I’m fine!” Keahi huffed, “it’s just hard to hold these at first without proper hands. I’ve done this before!”

“Alright, if you’re sure then,” Alex shrugged, turning away from the torchic in order to hide his smirk, which he also covered up by taking one of the balloons in his mouth and beginning to blow into it.

The two of them began trying to blow up the balloons, each experiencing some difficulties of their own. However, it wasn’t long before Nelvana returned, wearing a green and yellow spotted party hat, as well as carrying five other hats with her, most of them hanging off her left arm while two of them were held with her right hand. Leaping over the railing of the stairway, she hurried over to the pair, throwing the red and yellow starred hat at Alex, who easily caught it with a free hand, and plopping the green and blue striped one atop Keahi’s head, causing her to spit out her balloon in surprise, sending it spitting through the air as it deflated.

“Ta-da!” Nelvana giggled, waving her hands in the air before wandering over to the kitchen for a moment to lay down the remaining hats before returning.

“Nel! You ruined my balloon!” Keahi whined as she adjusted the hat on her head.

“Yeah, I was waiting to see how she was supposed to tie a knot with that,” Alex added, putting his hat on his head. “Ack, these are not comfortable,” he muttered.

“Sorry, you can get another balloon though,” Nelvana responded, sitting down with the others. “Aren’t we going to use them all anyway?”

“Yeah, yeah!” Keahi stuck her tongue out at her partner before crawling over to where her balloon had landed and collected it.

“Hey, Keahi, your hat looks kinda like another feather,” Alex pointed out, “if your feathers were weirdly colored and patterned, of course.”

“And cones,” Nelvana added.

“Of course,” Alex repeated.

“Would your feathers all fit under that hat?” Nelvana asked, leaning over to poke the torchic’s hat.

“I mean, they would…” Keahi replied, “wait! I’ve got a better idea! One hat for each of my larger feathers!” she suggested.

“I’ll donate my hat to that cause,” Nelvana agreed, tugging off her hat and strapping it over one of the feathers, before helping her partner strap on her own hat onto one of the other hats.

“Here’s your third one,” Alex said, tossing his hat back over to the other two. “It’s uncomfortable anyway.”

Nelvana caught the tossed hat, quickly strapping it onto Keahi with the other two hats. The strings overlapped and the rims of the hats had to bend each other to all fit, but now the torchic had a party hat over each of her three large, yellow head feathers. There was a pause as Nelvana and Alex looked their work over, before Nelvana couldn’t help but laugh, and soon the rest of this trio joined in.

“What are you three laughing about? I thought you were blowing up the balloons,” Ceebee, who had just hung her hat loosely from her neck, asked from the kitchen.

In response, Nelvana swiftly picked up Keahi from under the wings and brought her partner over to the others, showing the torchic off proudly with all three party hats on.

“It’s the birthday girl!” Nelvana giggled. “Here she is!”

“Here I am!” Keahi continued, flapping her wings about.

“Oh, that’s adorable!” Ceebee squealed, “please tell me that you’re going to keep wearing those hats like that for the rest of the day!”

“I just might! This is kinda fun!” Keahi replied, “since we’re here, how’s the cake going?”

“It’s going good! It’s really fun to decorate this!” Edgar exclaimed, “but no looking yet! Or else you’ll be spoiled! We want this to be a surprise!”

“Alright, I’ve got it,” Keahi hummed, “c’mon, Nel, let’s actually get working on those balloons.”

“Have a good time with that,” Tsuki said after setting down a bottle of frosting that she had been holding in her jaws. “But do try not to let any more of the balloons go, that noise is distracting,” she added, licking her whiskers before glancing away.

“Oh, sorry about that. We’ll try and keep a better handle on things,” Nelvana responded, turning back with Keahi towards the living room.

Once they got focused on their tasks, work went faster for everyone, even enough so that the trio that had been decorating the cake were able to joins the others in finishing up with the remaining balloons. And when the balloons were done being blown up and scattered around the house, they managed to find other forgotten decorations to pull out and use. There had already been some streamers and banners taped up the day before, but there was a confetti popper that had been hidden up until now that they used, after making sure everyone was ready for the bang, of course.

Now with all the preparation was out of the way and the sun had passed its way into the afternoon, the question of lunch arose, and whether they would start actually celebrating Keahi’s birthday now or closer to the evening instead. It didn’t take long for Keahi to answer this quick dilemma, deciding to “get the party started” now rather than later.

No one argued to this, and thus they began to prepare some food, which had been decided to be pasta and beans. Unlike breakfast, it was agreed that it would be better for just some of the team members to make this meal, those members were quickly being Ceebee and Alex, the former of which instantly volunteered with the opportunity to get to try cooking more, and the latter of which decided to join in “just because”; leaving everyone else to start up the party games, of which were mostly just some short and silly activities that Keahi and Edgar had chosen earlier.

Cooking, games, eating, talking, games…

Cake.

“Where did we put the candles?” Nelvana asked, pawing through the various cupboards.

“With the other non-food and dishes items,” Ceebee answered, adding a final frosting touch to the cake that she had just realized that she had forgotten.

“Actually, I relocated them under the sink so that they would be easier to reach,” Tsuki inputted, “I had predicted that I would have to gather them, but I was wrong, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, thanks,” Nelvana replied, crouching down to the cupboard under the sink so that she could finally find the small boxes of matches. “There we go!” she hummed to herself, approaching the cake. “Here you go, you can set them up if you want,” she told Ceebee.

“Thank you, but you can actually set those up! Just make sure that it isn’t on top of any of the designs we’ve already set up, of course!” Ceebee chirped, fluttering away from the cake and back over to the others.

Blinking in surprise, Nelvana stepped in front of the cake. She hadn’t actually seen it like this before now, all decorated up only for upcoming consumption. The frosting on top was a light-colored vanilla, and all lined up on the edge was a series truffle frosting. There was writing that had the simple message of “Happy Birthday Keahi!” along with the team’s “logo” messily drawn atop the cake. After taking a moment to look this over, bringing a smile to her face, Nelvana began carefully lining up the candles around the cake as well. She used up most of the candles in the small box, fifteen out of twenty to be exact, and then after looking it over once more, she turned around to face everyone else gathered by the island table.

“Alright, I’m done… should I bring the cake over then?” Nelvana asked.

“Yup! Bring it over here, and then you all can sing the birthday song, like I mentioned before!” Keahi chirped, bouncing excitedly on the stool she had seated herself on.

Carefully, Nelvana grabbed the plate that the cake had been set on and brought it over to the table, setting it in front of her excited partner before sitting down in the stool beside her. None of the others had decided to sit down yet, them all either being tall enough to comfortably stand without missing out on anything, or just being able to float around.

There was a pause after the cake was set down, and then Ceebee began singing the short song that, as Keahi had mentioned just moments before, had been taught to them a few times in the prior days. The shiny celebi had presumably sensed Keahi’s anticipation and decided to take the initiative, which no one else would complain about. The singing was awkward and quiet, but not off-pitched or janky. Afterwards, Keahi made sure to cheer and flap her wings about, letting the anxious tension that had built off quickly die off.

“Okay, okay! So, usually we light the candles and then the goal is to blow them all out at once, but as a fire-type…” Keahi hummed, and Nelvana could already feel the fiery heat coming off the torchic. “We go the other way around.”

With that comment, Keahi let a controlled, thin stream of flames come out of her beak; likely a compressed ember move. Carefully, she tilted her head over the cake, letting the fire follow and lick the tops of the candles. The first sweep lit most, but not all of them. With still some breath left in her, she tilted her head back the other way in an attempt to finish the job before running out of steam. She was granted success… but only for long enough to get her hopes up, where after that, one of the candles whiffed out on their own. Narrowing her eyes and letting out a huff, Keahi lit the final candle on the cake, prompting some cheering from the others.

“You going to try blowing them all out at once too?” Nelvana asked.

“Actually, I might. Back at home, usually someone get impatient and either shoves the birthday kid’s face into the cake early or someone ends up accidentally breathing too hard and blowing them all out again,” Keahi laughed.

“We can provide either of those options, if you’d like,” Alex snickered, lazily propping his head up with a hand, elbow leaning on top of the table.

“Let me try first!” Keahi snapped back, but only amusement lit up in her eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, Keahi began blowing cooler air over the candles instead, swiftly snuffing most of them out in one sweep over them. Like when she was lighting them, there are just too many candles to go through after the first sweep, so Keahi tried again, and this time getting the rest of them out; with no fake outs.

And then Alex shoved her face into the edge of the cake.

“I believe there was a chant that we were supposed to do before that,” Tsuki pointed out, disguising a chuckle as a cough.

“Yeah, but that ruins the surprise. I thought surprises were pretty important for this,” Alex shrugged with a sly smirk.

“You just wanted to shove her face into a cake,” Ceebee responded, but she too held no sternness in her tone, despite the words that came out of her mouth.

“Someone had to,” Alex replied, “Keahi told us; it’s tradition.”

“I don’t remember it being tradition,” Nelvana muttered, before looking over at Keahi, who’s face was still in the cake. “Keahi! One bite!”

“Iff r’ally goof h’ough,” Keahi said, the message muffled from her mouth still being full of the cake.

Letting out a sigh, Nelvana grabbed onto the middle party hat that Keahi was still wearing, tugging it upwards and pulling the rest of the torchic, smiling beak and fluffy cheeks smeared in frosting, with it.

“This cake is really good!” Keahi exclaimed, in case the first comment didn’t get through enough.

“Strawberry cream,” Ceebee hummed, more for everyone but Keahi, seeing at the torchic already knew what it tasted like. “Kangaskhan recommended it to us, and it sounded like something that you would like!”

“Arceus, Kangaskhan really deserves some sort of thank you gift someday for all of her help,” Keahi giggled, trying to lick the remaining food from her face.

“She got to adopt Tsuki,” Alex joked, finally taking a seat on one of the stools.

“Alright, alright, I’m going to cut the cake now,” Ceebee announced, lifting the plate back up easily with telekinesis and bringing it back to the counter.

It was easy for the cake to be cut up into sixths and then distributed to the entire team, and soon everyone was chowing down on the delicious cake. Edgar was the only one who didn’t finish his slice, and seeing as he had been trying to eat a bit of everything today despite being a ghost-type that doesn’t require eating, it made sense. Though, even if he was full, he was also fully energized and was soon zooming around the base and excitedly chattering about what they would be doing next together.

Next, as it turned out, ended up being some unexpected visitors knocking at the door.

“It looks like our B Squadron!” Ceebee chirped, her antennae flicking back and forth with a slight psychic glow to them.

Opening the door only confirmed this statement, as the rest of Team Galaxy stood at the doorway. Rayden was floating the closest to where the door had been when it was closed, so evidently they were the one who had knocked. Gathered around and behind them was the other four; Pearl and Bobo standing underneath the magnemite, close to the doorway, while Hiram and Baguette waited behind everyone else. Clearly, they were more well-versed in birthday traditions, and sang a little song for Keahi before pulling out a card.

“BZT! WE DID NOT FIND ENOUGH TIME FOR INDIVIDUAL PRESENTS, SORRY. HERE IS A CARD THAT WE ALL WORKED ON THOUGH,” Rayden explained as Pearl brought out the card and handed it to the torchic.

“Don’t worry about it!” Keahi chirped, accepting the card. “I’m glad you all decided to show up! You know, we do have some games in here, you guys could join us!” she offered.

“Ooh! Could we?” Bobo exclaimed, glancing up at Rayden before turning back to look at the others.

With a disappointed sigh, Hiram shook his head, “sadly, no. We picked up a longer escort mission, and are supposed to get started in five minutes. We’ll be out of the area for a few days on this,” he explained before looking down at the paras. “And you know that,” he hissed quietly.

“Yes, sorry about that. We would love to spend more time with you all, but the client called us to let us know that this got bumped up a day, so we’re in a bit of a rush now,” Pearl added.

“It happens!” Edgar hummed, “at least you still took the time to visit!” he continued, “good luck on the mission though!”

“Where are you escorting this ‘mon to, anyway?” Alex questioned.

“Ah! Just a lil’ bulbasaur who missed their herd going east! A shy fellow, they only bumped up the dates because they had written them wrong in the first place,” Baguette explained.

“BZZ BZZ. HE DOES NOT SEEM TO LIKE FIGHTING MUCH THOUGH. THAT IS WHY HE ASKED FOR AN ESCORT. USUALLY HE HAS HIS HERD TO HELP, BUT AS BAGUETTE SAID, BULBASAUR MISSED IT. BZZ,” Rayden chimed in, “WE HAVE AGREED THAT WE ALL SHOULD HEAD OUT ON THIS ONE.”

“Very well,” Tsuki murmured, “well, we wish you all luck out there.”

“Yes! Good luck!” Ceebee said, “and do try to enjoy yourselves out there!”

“Thank you, and we will,” Pearl hummed, “now, we should be off now. You all have a nice day, and happy birthday again, Keahi.”

Giving more goodbyes and last birthday wishes, the B Squadron was off again, heading off towards Pokemon Square to pick up their client before heading off on the mission. Now, it was just the A Squadron left in the base again as if that interaction had been taken place to begin with, aside from the new card sitting with the others on top of the bookshelf.

And with that, it was decided that the presents would be distributed next. All of them, except the one from Nelvana, had been carefully wrapped and set aside for this moment. The bracelet that Nelvana had made was too small for any box or bag, so she had decided to hide it until she had to actually give it to Keahi.

“Oh! Can I go first? Can I?” Edgar exclaimed, clearly still bouncing on that sugar high.

Keahi could only let out a laugh in response, “alright, go ahead.”

Letting out an excited cheer, Edgar dove over to collect the large box that he had wrapped up. There were a couple lines where the wrapping paper didn’t quite meet up, clearly the half-blind duskull misjudging how much he needed, but otherwise it was well-done. The box rattled with the various contents as he picked it up and brought it over to Keahi, setting it down in front of her to open up.

She paused to look it over and then smile up at Edgar, before beginning to claw it open with her wing talons. The wrapping paper fell off easily, and Keahi opened up the cardboard box to reveal all the various trinkets inside. There are much more than when Nelvana had peeked at the collection a few days ago, and she can’t help but think that moving everything to a box rather than that sack was for the best. Keahi’s beak parted open in a look of surprise, and she gingerly reached inside the box to sort through all the items.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Edgar begins speaking again, “they’re a bunch of lucky items I found for you! Look! Nel told me that the rocks with rings around them are lucky, so I found a lot of those, and Spinda said that his nephew likes feathers, so I found some of those by the cliffs!”

Keahi’s beak closed into a smile, “these are really nice, thanks Edgar. I think I’ll have to use some of these to help decorate the house a bit more,” she hummed, “spreading the luck around,” she mused.

Edgar giggled cheerfully, pleased that his gift was accepted.

Without a word, Tsuki brought her present out next. She had been unable to wrap it herself, and had enlisted Nelvana’s help to get it done, since the cubone wouldn’t be wrapping her gift anyway. It was another large box like Edgar’s, but it didn’t make any noise when moved, and when Keahi opened it up, she could see that the cooking ingredients that Tsuki had gathered for her present were neatly organized inside.

“I still don’t know that much of cooking, but I figured you would find some use to these ingredients,” Tsuki murmured.

“Oh! These are great! Kecleon doesn’t even sell some of these herbs; where did you find them?” Keahi exclaimed, doing her best not to disturb the orderliness in this present while still looking through all its contents.

Tsuki only gave a knowing smile and a shrug of her shoulders in response, silently prompting the next person to present their gift.

Ceebee took this silent prompt, heading over to where she had placed her much smaller box. It was the same box Nelvana had seen her with three days ago, and it was in the same red and orange striped wrapping paper that Alex had cut and dropped. She carefully set this in front of Keahi as well, patiently waiting for her gift to be revealed. It was swiftly opened like the others, showing the fiery red gem left inside.

“Is this… a fire gem?” Keahi asked, almost hesitant to even touch the item.

Ceebee nodded, “yup! One use item, boosts a fire-type move. We haven’t run into any close calls lately, but… just in case, you know? It’ll make for a real nice flamethrower, no matter where you end up using it!”

“I’ll have to make sure to save it then,” Keahi said in awe, closing the box again and setting it aside with the two larger ones.

After a quick glance over at Nelvana, Alex walked over to where the last of the presents that had been set out was left. Despite being just a square envelope, he had wrapped it in wrapping paper like the boxes. Ceebee had told Nelvana that Alex had thought that everything had to be wrapped, but part of Nelvana thought that he just wanted a chance to try using the wrapping paper properly. This was opened faster than the earlier gifts, only requiring a sharp slice with one of her wing talons to open up the top of the envelope, and a bit of shaking to get the TM to fall gently on the ground in front of Keahi.

“TM94?” Keahi read aloud, “that’s rock smash!”

“I figured we needed some more fighting-type moves in the party, especially since you will become one if you evolve,” Alex commented, “I figure a lot of torchics in your family have used that move before…?”

Keahi nodded, “yeah! Since we can’t really learn much better until evolution, you know? I think we even had the old HM version of it until it got lost for good a few years before I hatched. This will be really handy… I’ll actually go ahead and learn it now!”

As she had done with the last TM that she had learned, which had been flamethrower, she slammed her head down onto the disc instead of picking it up and bringing it to her forehead. Ceebee and Edgar, who had never seen this before, flinched in surprise and began worriedly checking on the torchic, but the laughter from the other three soothed any nerves from this action. The TM glowed beneath Keahi’s feathers, and then cracked.

And then it was Nelvana’s turn. Standing up, she went over to the bookshelf where she had hidden the bracelet in between the pages of her book like a bookmark. A simple hiding spot, but one she knew that Keahi wouldn’t check if she wanted to see any presents early. This was her book, and because it was written in the human language it was rarely picked up by the half of the team that still didn’t understand that tongue. Carefully, she pulled out the braided string from its place, pausing to look it over one last time before turning back around and giving it to her partner.

Keahi’s expression was hard to piece together at first. Of course, it takes a moment to register exactly what is being handed over, that’s a given for any item. Then, she carefully took the bracelet, carrying it between each of her wing talons and looking it over. One could almost see the gears moving in her mind as she continued studying the simple bracelet, her beak slowly parting open again with recognition and her brown eyes become filled with understanding.

“Did you make this?” she finally asked softly, looking back up at Nelvana.

“Yeah…” Nelvana managed to answer, crouching down beside Keahi again, tempted to give an explanation of her choice like the others but finding her voice stuck.

Keahi’s face twisted up into a familiar wide smile, and Nelvana felt relief come crashing down onto her at the sign of approval.

“It’s beautiful,” Keahi whispered, “it’s… it’s like what Combusken has, but it’s mine and you made it for me and you even went and found the right colors…” she continued, emotion bubbling up from inside. “Thank you.”

There are no more gifts after that. All the cards that were given had been gone through, and no one in Pokemon Square had managed to pull off anything more than that. They threw out most of the wrapping paper, and then that was the end of presents for this birthday.

Afterwards, there was still some time for everyone to get involved in some games before having to even think about supper. They replayed some of the better ones, but made sure to try everything that Keahi and Edgar had come up with first.

When supper did come up, they ended up simply having some corn chips with salsa, and later a card game was brought over to play while they ate. During this, Kangaskhan visited briefly like the B Squadron had done a few hours ago. She only had a few minutes before she would need to leave for her supper and then return to the storage stand, but she was able to give some kind words and more birthday wishes before leaving the group alone with each other again.

“I wish I knew how to make pozole,” Keahi mused, “that would have been really good.”

“This is still pretty good!” Ceebee responded, taking another chip and dipping it into the salsa almost as if to make an example of her statement.

“Yeah I know! But pozole is super tasty, and I really like showing you guys new dishes,” Keahi sighed, “but that’s one recipe I never managed to pick up from my mom… I guess I’ll have to wait for a couple days.”

“…what’s happening in a couple days?” Alex questioned, raising a brow before playing one of his cards.

Keahi blinked in surprise, and then began nervously laughing, “oh, I guess I was thinking about it so much that I forgot to actually tell you guys… I want to go visit my family again in a couple of days. Maybe celebrate my birthday there, maybe just… visit them again,” she explained.

“Ah, that’s fair,” Alex murmured, his expression relaxing only slightly.

“I’d just be gone for the day, I’m sure you all can handle yourselves without me,” Keahi added.

A few more hours later, and everyone was ready to turn in for the night. It would be good to get some more rest before another more work-filled day, especially since they had all woken up so early. However, while everyone else got settled down in their own sleeping spots, Keahi curled up beside Nelvana in the cubone’s nest. This didn’t happen terribly often, but often enough that Nelvana was adjusted to suddenly getting a warm bundle of feathers shuffling under the blanket beside her.

“Hey there,” Nelvana whispered, patting the hatless head feathers of her partner.

“Hello!” Keahi softly chirped, nestling up closely to the cubone.

“Would you call this a good birthday?” Nelvana asked.

“Mhmm, I had a good time,” Keahi hummed.

Nelvana smiled, “that’s good…” she mused, trailing off as several thoughts spun around in her mind. “You know, I’ve been thinking…”

“About?” Keahi prompted, blinking up at Nelvana.

“I want to do something about bringing back Gardevoir,” Nelvana sighed, “I know that we can’t do anything about it without… Shinobi, or Gengar, or whoever… but I dunno, I want to do something. I feel like there is still something we can do.”

Keahi paused, her brows furrowing as she mulled over this information, “me too… it was Gardevoir herself that said that it wouldn’t be possible without him though, right?”

“Yeah,” Nelvana confirmed, nodding.

“Hm… maybe, if you really want, we can ask Ceebee to use telepathy and get in contact with Ninetales, so we can ask more about it,” Keahi suggested, “later though. We should just get some rest for now.”

“Alrighty then, goodnight,” Nelvana murmured.

First [ARC 1]: In which the human is transformed First [ARC 2]: In which a present is prepared Next: In which an agreement is reached Previous: In which a present is prepared

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signs-of-the-moon · 7 years ago

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Moon Rise: Chapter 1

Bright green grass littered meadowy hills as far as the eye could see. The bright blue sky shined above with no clouds in sight, seeming to enhance the vivid greenery around black and white mix-matched paws. Vibrant pigments of pink, blue, and yellow flowers dotted the area adding splashes of color to the plush meadow. A warm Greenleaf breeze blew through the grass and swirled around soft white and black patched fur gently, pulling scents of nectar, prey, and freshness towards a small pink nose. It was so serene here, so peaceful. Not a sound could be heard; for a moment the world was trapped in a bubble of pure silence. A cat could live in a place like this forever.

Black ears perked as a voice could suddenly be heard carried on the wind, just as soft as the breeze itself. "Swift-" called the voice in a hushed tone. What could that be? Who could that be? The world fell into silence for another moment before the voice called again. It was a bit louder this time, yet still so beautiful, inviting even. "Swift-!" The small white and black patched feline stepped forward, moving towards the voice without thinking, her black ears perked, trained on the sound. It was definitely calling her, even if that wasn't a name she recognized. What could the disembodied voice want...?

***

The sound of a loud wooden creak caused the young cat to suddenly jolt awake, torn away from her heavenly dream. Her head quickly shot up to look in the direction of the noise, ears fully erect. It was only the door being opened. Following the sound came the young cat's housefolk, walking clumsily across the dark hardwood floor of the main den area. The young molly relaxed and rose to her paws, leaning back on her haunches to stretch and let out a huge yawn. Drowsily she stepped out of her nest, padding over to rub up against her owner with a loud meow in greetings; the black nub she called a tail held high to welcome the housefolk warmly. The metal identification tags attached to her crimson collar jingled against each other as she moved around and tilted her head back to look up at the giant creature. "Hana~" It cooed her name, reaching down to pet the white and black patched she-cat. Hana let out a loud purr for her owner to hear, housefolk have notoriously bad hearing. The young she-cat arched into the creature's strange, warm touch. In a moment she found herself being hoisted far from the ground, held in long lanky limbs. The housefolk walked with the feline in its arms towards another door, thumping its feet loudly on the floor as it trudged around. With ease the door was opened, allowing blinding sunlight to come pouring in to greet them. Hana blinked a few times to allow her eyes to adjust to the sudden change in light. The housefolk stepped out into the open long enough to gently put the little nubby tailed she-cat onto the brown, half-dead grass. It gave her another pet, murmuring something that could not be understood before retreating back inside its den. It was always difficult to communicate with the large creature, perhaps Hana should try harder to teach her housefolk Catspeak. Happy to be out in the fresh air, the molly trotted across the yard, appreciating the scenery of her territory. She took notice of the bird bath which stood in the center of the yard bombarded by twittering sparrows, and the flower patch which lined along the fence with freshly planted blossoms. Hana recalled sitting with her housefolk a few days ago, watching as it dug up last year's dead stems, replacing them with new flowers already fully bloomed. The young molly wondered how her housefolk managed to find flowers which were already in bloom so early into Newleaf. Once she had reached the end of the yard, Hana leaped up onto the white picket fence which marked the end of her boundary. She sat down, closing her eyes for a moment to better feel the fresh Newleaf breeze blow through her whiskers, dodging around the edges of the crimson red collar that hung uncomfortably around her throat. She was in the mood for some peace today.

"Hiya, Hana!" A voice caterwauled from across the way. Hana's eyes flicked open to look at the cat who had called for her. In her sights was a huge cat with brown and black spotted fur, a black leather collar hanging loosely around his neck. Hana flinched for a moment, startled by the other cat's sudden presence, but immediately relaxed. This cat always caught her by surprise. He looked like one of those ferocious big cats she'd seen on the moving vision box a few times while sitting with her housefolk. But this large tom was anything but ferocious.

"Hi, Max," Hana meowed in reply, looking down at the larger cat prowling towards her across the dusty path.

"Beautiful morning, isn't it?" Max purred, joining her up on top of the fence with a mighty, effortless leap.

"It sure is!" Another voice unexpectedly chimed in from their left. Crossing over the fences that lined up evenly from den to den, came a ginger and white tabby she-cat with odd backward curled ears. The tiny pink bell on her light blue collar tinkled lightly as she took clumsy short hops from fence post to fence post to join her friends in front of Hana's yard. Hana sighed quietly to herself. So much for a quiet, peaceful morning.

"Nice to see you outside today, Gem," she mewed to the new molly with slight sarcasm in her tone. "It's been a couple days since we've seen you."

"Ugh, I know," Gem griped with a soft sigh. She lowered her odd shaped ears slightly as she spoke. "But I couldn't just leave my housefolk alone in the den with their new kit. Those two don't know how to care for it properly, I swear! They bound it's limbs together in a pelt as if that'll keep it safe and warm. I had to lay with it every time it would wail just to get the poor thing to settle down."

"Sounds like a lot of hard work," Max commented, grooming himself absentmindedly as they talked.

"Oh it is! But I'm so lucky to have a break. Today they took it out with them when they let me outside. Though I am a bit worried, I hope the kit will be alright without me."

"I'm sure it is. How do you think housefolk live so long if they don't take care of their kits properly?" Max asked, letting out a small chuckle.

"Hush!" Gem hissed playfully, swatting up at Max's nose, missing by a whisker. Max couldn't help let out a little mrrrow of laughter at the failed attempt of attack. Hana just rolled her eyes, looking over into the yard towards her right as she heard something stir from the den next door. Out of the door held open by another housefolk walked two kittens. One had a brilliant sorrel ginger pelt and a purple collar, while the other had bluish-fawn fur and a pink collar. Both cats bounded towards the fence together, leaping up on it in unison and walked to the corner post.

"Hey guys!" The sorrel tom mewed to his friends. The other two cats turned their heads to look at the littermates.

"Hello, Oliver, Hello, Flower!" Purred Hana warmly.

"Hey, Hana!" Chirped the bluish-fawn molly. "And Max, and Gem. How are you?" The two other housecats nodded as if to say they were alright.

"I'm well, I think..." Hana replied. Flower tilted her head.

"What do you mean?" She asked curiously.

"Well..." Hana mumbled, lowering her gaze to the ground, her eyes unfocused from fatigue. "...I haven't been sleeping well for the past half moon. I keep having weird dreams."

"Oh? About what?"

"The meadow...something keeps calling me there," she confessed, shaking her head and turning her blue gaze back onto her friend. "But that's silly, right?"

"I don't think so!" Flower purred. "It could be sign. It'd nice to explore there. Maybe you should go?" She suggested. Hana thought for a moment. Maybe visiting the meadow would be good for her. It might help her clear her head or at least help to satisfy her strange dreams and put them to rest.

"Yeah. Yeah maybe I will!" Hana meowed.

"Are you crazy?!" Shrieked Gem suddenly. The other cats turned their heads to look at the ginger and white she-cat, puzzled. "It's too dangerous to go out there!"

"Why? Afraid a sparrow will swoop down at me?" Hana joked, causing the other cats to snicker.

"No! Haven't you heard, Hana? There's huge scary wildcats who live out there!" Gem crouched down, making herself small on the fence post.

"Wildcats? I think you've been watching the moving vision box too much, Gem," Oliver remarked, flicking his ear dismissively.

"It's true," Max confirmed with a firm nod of his head. "I've spotted some wildcats a couple of times on my walks with my housefolk. I see them coming and going from the meadow and the forest. They're kinda scruffy and scrawny looking, a few have some scars."

"Really?" Hana queried, her curiosity piqued.

"Yeah, from all the fighting they do! They're vicious and cruel. I heard they hunt animals like squirrels and rabbits, attack each other over nothing, and let their kits play with the bones of their slaughtered enemies!" Squeaked Gem, amber eyes wide with fear. "And what's worse, they kill all cats who aren't apart of their little gang. I once heard of a house cat who wandered into the woods one day, and he was never seen again..."

"That's ridiculous, Gem, and you know it!" Groaned Hana in annoyance, hopping down from the fence onto the dusty path on the outside of her yard. "I'll prove it! Besides, a couple of mangy strays won't scare me so easily." she boasted, lifting her muzzle in the air snobbishly. The other cats gasped, but none looked more worried than fluffy little Gem, who seemed to have grown double her size from her fur which stood on end. Her amber eyes met with Hana's beautiful blues, shining with concern.

"Hana, yo..you don't understand," she stuttered. Hana blinked at Gem slowly.

"Maybe not, but I want to." She lifted her chin, casting her gaze on the edge of the dusty path, her mind wondering about the mysteries beyond her neighborhood. "I'll be fine," she assured with emphasis in her mew. "I won't be gone long!" She promised as she darted off in the direction of the meadow, her nubby black tail sticking up in the air with determination as she ran around the corner and out of sight.

***

The strangely familiar feeling of long green grass tingled Hana's mix-matched paws as she stepped into the meadow. She walked far into the open grassy field, but not far enough to lose her way. In a small clearing only a foxlength and a half large she froze for a moment, shutting her eyes. Her dreams were starting to come back to her again. They were pretty much reality now, now that she thought about it. The only exceptions were that the breeze had a slight Newleaf chill in it, and Hana was not met with the warm welcoming voice calling out at her. It took the young she-cat a minute before she snapped herself back into reality. Her eyes fluttered open, turning towards the bright blue sky. A few cloud obstructed the view, but otherwise it was a perfectly sunny day. Suddenly Hana began to leap around in a circle excitedly like an overjoyed rabbit, letting out a small "woohoo!" and a giddy laugh. She started to bounce and run around the clearing, weaving in and out of the grass just like a deer, sniffing her surroundings as she went. The feeling of freedom was exhilarating, even if it was only temporary. Hana sniffed some early bloomed dandelions, the grass, the air, everything. She wanted to drink in all the meadow had to offer. All of a sudden as she sniffed, Hana caught something strange on the wind. She stopped her gleeful play and froze in place perplexed, trying to figure out what it was. The young she-cat parted her jaws to taste the air to see what she could pick up with her dull, untrained senses. She strained herself, breathing in deeply to draw in the scent. It smelled so familiar. The scent was...cat!

#warrior cat ocs #wc ocs #warrior cats #signs of the moon #signs of the moon: moon rise #moon rise #chapter 1

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demialwrites · 7 years ago

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Three Times the Morning Fun

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The sun shines brightly through your eyelids. Your heavy, groggy head thinks it's early. The sun disagrees.

"What cruel asshole turned the Sun on so bright this morning?"

A chuckle behind on the bed makes you jump, your eyes as wide as saucers. You chance it and roll over to see who it is.

There lies Commander Reyes of Blackwatch in all his glory, sleepy and smug. The blankets down to his waist, showing off his milk chocolate muscles. The man who has dark rumours about him snaking through the corridors of the Swiss headquarters (about which people regularly ask nervously, "That's not true, right?"). The man who's kill count is as long as both the Strike-Commander's arms and considered twice as clever. You'd always been tempted to, maybe foolishly, approach him when you saw his heavily-muscled body carrying his handsome, sharply-featured face through the hall. You would love nothing more than for Commander Reyes to take you rough and fast in some seldom-used hallway. You'd never had the courage in a million Omnic-Crises to say anything. Until last night, apparently.

You slap your forehead gently. You should be in trouble for drinking too much, not in someone else's bed. You've been panicking inside for a little too long, because the commander raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

"Umm, umm...did we...Sir?" Is all you can ask, pointing at both of you.

He smirks.

"You don't need to call me sir in my own bed," that comment relaxes you somewhat. He lays a large, warm hand in the crook of your waist, "And no. You were too drunk. I won't allow that kind of nonsense while I'm in charge."

You relax further. And mentally note that one of the nastier rumours isn't true.

"What a gentleman, Sir."

You twist around to see where the new voice is coming from. Two odd-looking men stand just in front of the door, as if they just came through it. You've seen them around before; you just don't know their names. The one with the hat had always looked cute and eager-to-please to you. The other tall, dark, and mysterious. Drew you in, made you want to know more.

"What are you...?" Reyes snaps, not sure if he should be angry or really confused that the two subordinates invaded his room without permission.

"Boss, she was the one who invited us."

"What?" You ask dumbly.

"You don't remember that part, either, do you? Before I convinced you to lie down and sleep, you tried to bring these two back to my room."

You don't know how to react to that. Sheepish, maybe. It's true that all the men in the room right now were very attractive. And maybe sometimes in your fantasy of the commander taking you in that seldom-used hallway, it involved these other two. Even though it was a fool's hope, your bits came alive, anticipating some sexy times. You were now trapped in bed with Blackwatch's commander, and two of his agents, with your temperature rising and a blush spreading across your face. The commander sat up, and you spied a line of dark hair that disappeared into a pair of grey boxer briefs. Suddenly, there seemed to be an abundance of saliva in your mouth.

"Let me formally introduce you to my favourite strays," says the commander, "Jesse is the brown hair and Genji the black. They're freaks, but they get the job done."

Reyes speaks as if you were being introduced casually in a hallway, not naked in his bed. Jesse gives you his most charming smile, with shining brown eyes, sending your stomach fluttering up into your chest. He makes a hat-tipping gesture. You make another mental note, one about how dangerous his charm might be.

"We're also freaks...in bed."

Genji eyes narrow, and he chuckles softly, the metal muzzle-like structure on his face giving it a tinny sound. Reyes blinks, unimpressed.

"How would you know what Genji is like in—," Reyes cuts himself off with an exasperated groan, "Nevermind. At least you're getting along right now."

"Why would we not get along, Sir?" Genji asks innocently. Not only does Jesse have an accent, but Genji does, too. Your brain might blissfully melt out of your ears if you listened to them talk for long enough.

"Oh, because...I don't know," the commander shrugs, "Jesse wasn't smuggling in Japanese sweets for you before last Thursday."

"How did you...?"

"You did it under my own nose, McCree."

Jesse sticks his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, tilting his hips to the side, and a thumb hooked in a belt loop. Genji just looks impressed, a thick eyebrow raised. Nevertheless, they both murmur, "Nice, Boss," and fist bump their human hands.

"Don't go sucking each other's dicks quite yet."

Laughter bursts out of you, and you're thankful for something funny after an awkward morning. Then you take another peek at the commander's midsection, assuming no one's looking. He has such a trim waist for someone his age.

"Heh."

Jesse gestures with his head towards you. Reyes looks over and catches you ogling him.

"Hm, so it wasn't just the alcohol talking last night," Reyes says, a wicked smile painting his severe features.

He wraps a strong arm around your waist, pulling you down to the bed. His lips press against yours, the two of you quickly working up to locking tongues.

"Uhhh...Sir?"

The two of you break the kiss with a wet smack. The commander glares at them, ready to tell them to fuck off. But you put a few fingers to his cheek, stroking down his rough beard. His eyes snap to you, and you're wearing what you hope is a seductive look.

"Can they stay?"

His eyebrows come down, as if he can't believe what you just said. The second he takes to answer feels like much longer.

"Fine."

You smile and turn back to wave the two Blackwatch agents over.

"The commander goes first," Reyes states, laying down the law.

"Ah don't have a problem with that," Jesse says.

You're conveniently already naked, and you ask yourself just how drunk you were. The commander flips you over onto your back and laughs a bit cruelly when you yell, "Hey!" He shuffles down to kneel between your legs and then raises both eyebrows at how wet you already are when he opens your legs. You shrug, the blush returning.

Reyes is asking you something, and you are indeed looking at his mouth. His beard frames it in a way that demands your gaze centre on it. He loses patience fast. He takes your clit between his thumb and finger and pinches, jolting your body with a shock of heaven and a tiny bit of pain.

"Ah! What was that for?"

"Do you want us to fuck you," Reyes releases your sensitive flesh from his grip but leaves his thumb to rub it back and forth, "or not?"

"I'm paying attention," you say, looking into his dark eyes. Eyes that miss nothing.

"Now," the commander says, and your gaze follows his other hand, which pushes down his boxer briefs, "watch and learn."

"Sure, Boss," mutters Jesse.

Reyes pumps his length fully erect to stand up from a ring of curly, black hair. It's thick at the base, but just a little thicker at the very middle, and the head the smallest point. Still not considered 'small' by your standards. If you had the patience, you'd have opened your mouth for it, but there two other healthy, strong men just as eager, or more, waiting to take you in their own way.

Reyes got your attention a minute ago, and you're glad he did. He takes your thighs in his strong grip and pulls you into his lap most of the way, opening your legs as a side effect. He lines himself up and pulls you nice and slow onto his cock. When you get the thicker middle, your eyes roll back and let him hear a breathy groan. Then your entrance rests nicely around his base. His hands come down to hold your hips in place to allow him to start fucking you.

They have no problems watching. Jesse is already hooked. His chest rises and falls, and he chews on his bottom lip. The metal on Genji's face does a good job of hiding his expression, just his red eyes stare down at you. Periodically, his gaze flits sideways to the spot where you and the commander are joined.

Jesse works up the courage to let his hand creep towards your chest. When Commander Reyes doesn't smack it away, Jesse palms your left breast, hesitantly, like he's getting a feel for how soft it is. He squeezes more aggressively. Then his open mouth is all over it, sucking in as much as he can and sliding his wet, hot tongue over your nipple.

Something cold presses against the side of your neck, and a squeak interrupts your heavy panting. Genji wants your attention. He lifts his faceplate from your neck to lock gazes with you. He takes advantage of your open mouth to slip two of his mechanical fingers in. You eagerly close your lips around them and lap at the red pads. He blinks slowly, eyes rolling back behind his lids at the sight of you sucking his fingers.

Reyes shifts his hips. The head of his cock hits the right spot inside you, making you cry out, breaking the seal of your lips around Genji's fingers. Both he and Jesse take their hands away. Jesse resumes sliding his hand down the front of his crotch, watching your breasts bounce on your chest. Genji is focused on the commander's length, shiny and slick, pumping in and out of you.

"Right here?" The commander asks.

"Yeah," you puff out, nodding rapidly, then you look up to Jesse and Genji, "Don't stop."

Genji teases your nipple into a stiff peak with the cold of his mechanical hand. Jesse sneaks a couple fingers between you and Reyes, loosely rubbing at your clit, and then he takes a generous mouthful of your other breast. It has the intended effect. You shift around on the bed, trying to keep your hips in place for the commander.

You work your fingers into Jesse's messy hair and grip, trying to ground yourself. Trying to keep from cumming before Reyes does.

You lose this battle. Your inner muscles contract around his thickness, and you arch into Jesse's mouth. You release a low whine and relax back onto the bed when Reyes doesn't stop but only slows.

"You're not getting away that easily."

"Is that what you tell the bad guys?" You retort, giving him a tired smile.

"Funny," he says, momentarily raising his eyebrows.

He gestures with his head towards you. The other two men get the hint.

Genji takes your hand and places it on his shaft for you to wrap your fingers around. His eyes roll back again. An extreme reaction. You can't help imagining him, night after night, with an aching cock that no one will touch but him. When you stroke him, he tilts his head and gives you a contented look.

Something hot and wet pokes your cheek. Jesse's cockhead is in your face. You turn your attention to him, and he winks at you. Really? You raise an eyebrow at his cheesiness, but you still part your lips to suck on his head, tasting the precum from his slit.

"Hunny, yer mouth is the perfect temperature. And yer lips'r so soft," he drawls from his lazy mouth. He draws a breath to keep talking.

"Don't start," Reyes growls, interrupting, "I'm gonna go soft."

Jesse and the commander are bickering about something, but you're busy trying to focus on three dicks at once. It's difficult. In order to concentrate on sucking off Jesse, the hand that hold's Genji's cock stops moving. Instead of complaining, he bucks into your grip to make up for it, eyes still sleepy from contentment.

Reyes falls forward onto his hands, his cum spilling into you, warming you deep inside.

"Aw, heck, Boss..."

"Not a word, McCree. I can go a second round. Like you even know what that means."

Jesse mutters to himself about how cruel his commander is. Geni might be grinning; it's hard to tell.

"Awww, c'mere, Baby," you say, opening your arms to Jesse.

He puts on an exaggerated pout, lip sticking out with his stubbly mustache on his puckered upper lip. He falls into your arms, rubbing his face into your neck. His erection rests against your stomach, and you have an idea.

"Wanna fuck me, Cowboy?"

Jesse lifts his head to touch his forehead to yours. The excitement in his eyes is obvious.

"You bet I do."

Genji whispers in his ear. Jesse nods and then looks to you.

"He wants you to blow him real good."

Genji's fist flies into Jesse's arm.

"Ow! He wants you to know those weren't his words. They were mine."

"Don't care; answer's yes."

Reyes barks laughter from the bathroom where he had been refreshing himself.

"You don't give a fuck, do you?" He calls through the door.

"Doesn't matter; had dick," you call back.

You shoo Jesse away and open your arms for Genji. He moves to kneel with your chest between his legs, offering his cock to you. Your mouth is already open. You encourage him, with hands on the back of his hips, to stick his artificial length as far as you can manage. He does so, bracing his forearms on the wall and leaning over you.

Jesse sets a modest pace. You channel the sexual energy from being fucked by him into sucking hard on Genji's cock. Your eyes scan his face for evidence of what you're doing to him. His head starts tilting back, panting echoing inside his helm.

"Aw, hell," Jesse whispers.

His thrusts are uneven, stuttering. The loss of control causes him to hit different places inside you. You're close, so close, and so is Jesse.

Your eyes are squeezed shut so tightly. All there is is the two cocks moving in and out of you. The two men using you for their own ends and the noises they're making. Genji moaning lowly, and Jesse endlessly muttering to himself.

You lock gazes with Genji and guide his hips with your hands. He gets the hint and gently rolls his hips into your mouth. You reach around and rub furious circles on your clit. All you can do is keep your lips tight around Genji's shaft.

"I love the way you squeeze, Honey," Jesse says from behind Genji.

Jesse musters enough control to fuck you a bit harder, and you writhe, coming apart under Genji's seat. Jesse pushes your hand harder to your clit as your hips buck into his movements.

You grip Genji's hips again, this time pulling your mouth off him, your breath beating against the head of his cock as you recovered from cumming.

"Please, just...finish inside me. I want to hear you."

Genji hesitates, missing the soft, wet, and welcoming environment of your mouth. Then he leans back and beckons the commander to him. The commander leans towards Genji, and he whispers into his superior's ear. Reyes's face twists into a dark grin. Short, stubby horns almost grow out of the sides of his head, he looks so wicked.

"The rumours about you were true, Agent Shimada."

The three boys tie one of the commander's old ties over your eyes. Then one of them, you can't tell who, lifts your upper body. Another binds your wrists together side-by-side, underneath you. You tug on the bindings; it holds. You bite your lower lip at the thrill of being at their mercy.

With the blindfold on, your sense of touch is heightened. You draw a shaky breath and exhale a moan when the first mystery man enters you. He grips your knees and spreads them to his liking. His fingers are light on your skin, making their way down your thighs to either side of your hips. They catch on the surface, like they're calloused. It's not the commander again, that much you can tell. Human cocks change hardness inside; you can feel it. This one doesn't. There's a rhythmic clack, clack, clack when he starts moving. It's the thick wires sprouting from the back of Genji's head hitting the material that makes his back. Interrupted periodically when he tosses his head, still so sensitive and unused to how tight you are around him. Maybe you're his first with his new body.

"Gee, I wonder who it is..."

The only answer to your playful comment is his fingers momentarily digging into your hips.

"Genji, you feel so good," you say, trying to giving him encouragement.

It's not a lie, either. Knowing there's a human on the other end of the sythnetic cock makes it no different to your mind. He found your sweet spot faster than Reyes did, making your upper body slowly sink down onto the bed. Your fingers curl into fists, trying to, again, not finish early. Your encouragement works, and his cybernetic body whines from the effort of thrusting faster. You release a forceful breath from your nose, your knuckles white. You want to rip your hands from their bindings and touch his chest, paw it, or get a grip on one of his parts.

"Look at what yer doin' to 'er," Jesse purred to your right.

You're about to ask him to slow down when a series of short, shallow moans quickly builds up to a long, soft groan. He slides in and out slowly a few more times, then leaves the space between your legs. You got what you want; you didn't cum yet, but you still feel empty and the absence of his fingers.

The next one guides you into a kneeling position, bending you over. You grit your teeth when he penetrates you. There are no hands on you this time. Your entire back feels warm. He's leaning over you. This one contains his sounds. Next to your ear, there's a strained hum, because the grunts and moans you made into the bed turns him on as he pounds you hard and fast.

"I don'know how you stay so tight after takin' so much dick." Jesse gives himself away when his lips pour that naughty comment into your ear. "Ain't never made love to one like you before," the commander snorts to your left, "Been ridden by a stallion a'fore?"

An arm wraps around your waist, and a finger goes looking for your clit. Jesse continues to say nasty things. They're also cheesy, but with the current mood, it sounds just right. When the moment hits, he's even louder, a moan yelled, ending with a "God". He goes limp, his chin resting on your upper back. The beard hair prickles and tickles your skin.

Jesse slows to a medium pace, the wet slap of his hips against your butt not as sharp and loud. He smiles to himself, biting his bottom lip and licking the top. His length is oversensitive, but he loves the strained groans coming from your mouth. Because you're ready to cum when it's the commander's turn. The pleasant tension is ready to release, and you do your best to hold it back. It tickles where the sweat drips off. The edges of the blindfold are soaked.

"That's enough," states Reyes.

It's both a relief and a disappointment when Jesse pulls out. You tilt your hips up as far as you can, waiting for the commander and welcoming him when he enters you. Your knees move outward a bit, but he pulls your back end up again. The two of you spend the next few minutes fighting for control. You pushing back against him, loving the wet slap of your wet, messy entrance against his pelvis, and him, trying to hold your hips in place and set his own pace

Reyes himself had also been teetering on the edge when he put it in you for the second time. You win this battle. He collapses forward onto his hands when he cums. He's silent, which you consider a point in his favour. You would have loved to hear the Blackwatch commander come undone. As such, you only get his heaving chest and stomach, drenched in sweat, and hot against your back.

He recovers quickly, leaning forward. He sandwiches you between himself and the bed. The new angle affords him to attack your weak spot inside, which he does with ferocity. A few thrusts, and your upper body arches off the bed, your back pressed to his chest and the back of your head against his shoulder.

"I always get the job done," he says in your ear.

You growl; he got the last word on the matter. He pulls out gently and sits on the side of the bed, still in contact with your body.

"You did us proud, Boss."

"Mmm."

You use the last of your energy to roll over and remove the blindfold. Jesse leans over from next to you on the bed.

"Yer such a mess, Baby," Jesse purrs, gripping your waist gently to wipe a drop of sweat off your tummy with his thumb.

"Off, off, off!" Commands Reyes, "And you," he add, pointing at you, "Go pee."

He plants his hand on Jesse's side and heaves. Jesse stumbles off but lands on his feet. Genji obediently follows him, having already tucked himself away. Jesse is protesting quietly, "But Boss! C'mon, Boss!" He doesn't dare raise his voice at the commander, "She can go another round; look at her!"

"No, she can't! You just know you can!"

Jesse looks like a sad puppy. Nevertheless, he dresses quickly. Genji gives a short wave good-bye to you as you're heading to the bathroom.

"Shoo, Monkeys," you hear Reyes order them, when you come back, as he's waving them towards the door.

You smile with open amusement at the commander. He hums shortly, also amused. You're so beat. You can only think of being back on the bed, this time to rest. So you walk back over and fall onto it. Reyes pulls the blankets up over your body and lies down next to you. He holds his arms out, waiting for you to join him. You settle in facing him, resting your cheek and nose against his chest. The two of you are overly warm and sticky with sweat, a nice reminder of the fun you just had.

"We can clean up later. You should rest."

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