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[vuelode-irbis]

El-ahrairah's blessing part 2/3 !!

This was my favorite part to work on, and I recorded a speedpaint!!

ID: a digital drawing that tells a fraction of the story of El-ahrairah (Watership down). The illustration starts with text that reads "But first", being followed by the drawing of a rabbit's eye open and colored in yellows. The text continues with "they must catch you," and shows a rabbit running towards a field in the right, being followed by the shadowy figures of a fox and an owl's leg, about to catch him. The next illustration has the words "digger", "listener" and "runner" separated, as they follow the image of El-ahrairah sitting down in brown and purple tones, a den in grey is behind him, and bright cyan squares pinpoint his ears, forelegs and hindleg. The lineart on him is triplicated and moved slightly to the sides, colored with bright blue and orange. The text ends with "Prince with the swift warning". End ID.

[cozzzynook]

Turbo Fox Preceptor and Roddy Idea but with Angst

Preceptor ran as fast as his paws could carry him, dodging and weaving through twisted branches and traps set by the Enforces who were hunting him. A sharp jolt of pain shot through the red turbo fox causing him to lose his footing making him stumble and fall, his helm had barely stopped spinning before a net was thrown over him trapping the turbo fox. The Enforces laughed mocking him before they roughly shoved the carrying fox into a small cage before taking him to a dark strange van.

Hours passed before Percy was able to see a slither of light again, with a low growl as he snapped at the strange bots who picked up his cage before moving him into a strange looking kennel. Percy crept slowly into the cold cell sniffing the air before flopping into make shift nest, the pain only grew worse with each passing moment. This is not how Percy wanted to his pups to see the world...they should have been safe inside a warm den not a freezing prison. A soft little cry followed by gentle nuzzling broke Percy out of his trance, with gentle licks the red turbo fox carefully cleaned his tiny red and gold pup who was slowly crawling towards his carrier's belly seeking warmth. Preceptor gazed lovely at his pup feeling pride fill his spark as he carefully coiled himself around the tiny frame. "I promise you, I'll find a way out for us my little fire" Percy whispered before drifting off to sleep.

A month passes before Preceptor is able to find a possible way out. He has memorised the patrol pattens of the guards who come by every morning and evening to drop off rations before heading into their office to watch the cameras. If he is able to grab the keys and slip by the cameras with Hot Rod it will be a clean break. Meanwhile Roddy is busy chewing a hole into his new bedding unaware of his carrier's scheming, "Carrier, I'm bored...Isn't there anything better to do than stare at the same 4 walls all day?" The little pup trotted up to sit next to his Carrier fuzz still coating his muzzle. With a soft smile and a gentle lick the red fox gave a sigh before wrapping his tail around his bitty. "Hopefully you'll get to see the sun soon my little fire...soon I promise" Percy glanced back at the main door before nudging his bitty to take a nap.

It was late into the night when Preceptor had carefully unlocked the door, a quick glance down the halls making sure the coast was clear before he carefully picked up Roddy by his scruff. Quickly and quietly he trotted down the hall before slipping into one of the air vents that lead to the outside. Everything was going well until the sound of angry voices and footsteps grew closer, with a panicked yelp Percy dropped Hot Rod before nudging the bitty to run towards a dark alleyway "Run Hot Rod! Don't look back and keep going!" With a whimper the little pup ran as fast as his paws could go. Halfway Roddy suddenly heard a loud bang followed by a sharp cry that sounded like his carrier, with shut optics he ran faster before diving behind some boxes in the alley. Hot Rod sat hidden waiting, hope and wishing his Carrier would come looking...but he never did. With a tired sigh the young fox crept out of hiding spot and began trotting down the streets unsure where he was going, he kept walking until he bumped into the legs of a gruff looking mech with teal blue paint. "Well ain't you a little young to be away from your pack kid?" The old mech grumbled as he kneeled down to look the turbo fox in the optic. Roddy gave a whimper before shaking his head, the old mech sighed before petting the pup's helm "I see, Don't worry kid...old Kup will look after yer now" The mech smiled before scouping the pup in his arms "You got a name kid?" Roddy gave small smile before wagging his tail before answering "Hot Rod" The gruff mech smiled as they walked further down the street towards some apartments. "Well Hot Rod, welcome to the wreckers kid...we'll make sure yer well taken care of now"

(Hope you enjoyed, I wanted to give a bittersweet ending with a twist on how Roddy became a wrecker in this little AU) :D

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[takaraphoenix]

WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged by the wonderful @clareguilty and who am I to resist the temptation of posting sneak peeks? ;D

Tagging @blairwaldcrf @kimmycup @miazeklos @kymera219

Now, have an excerpt from Murder and Mischief, the sequel to Murder Triad that I'm currently working on!

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“Remember when we first came to London and I said that there was still… unfinished business I wanted to take care of in the US at some point?”

Stiles hopped onto the table right next to the box, turning to face his pack. No and Peter exchanged a look, something between curiosity and intrigue. The betas all stood in a half-circle around Stiles, attentively listening to him with varying degrees of frowns on their faces.

“You want to kill someone,” Isaac said slowly. “Because that’s what you did before.”

Boyd and Erica had gone into graphic detail on how Gerard had died. For every crime he’d ever committed against them. The kidnapping and torture of Stiles, Boyd and Erica. The involvement in the Hale Fire – though he may not have set it himself, there was no denying that he had condoned his daughter’s actions, that he had set his daughter onto this genocidal path to begin with.

Stiles pressed his lips together and nodded, a serious look on his face. That also changed the pack’s mood though, because he was very rarely serious. He quipped and snarked even through life threatening danger. Stiles’ eyes landed on Derek.

“Kate Argent is still alive,” Stiles offered softly.

“I tore out her throat myself,” Peter argued with a growl and a flash of red eyes.

“Yeah. You, an Alpha werewolf, dug your claws really deep into her,” Stiles glowered at the floor. “It turned her. I found out a couple months ago. Been keeping tabs on the hunters who stayed in Beacon Hills with Kate and Gerard. Listening in on what goes on in the hunter world. Kate’s alive.”

“Alive and a werewolf?” Jackson asked tensely.

“Nope,” Stiles offered a mirthless smile. “The shape reflects the person. In her case, that is some… weird, blue abomination version of a jaguar for some reason. I saw pictures. They’re not flattering.”

“Months,” Derek repeated lowly, arms crossed oh so tightly over his chest. “You’ve known she is alive for months. Why didn’t you…”

“Didn’t have anything concrete,” Stiles shook his head. “Rumored whispers. No leads. Didn’t want to bring down the mood with something that either may have still turned out to be nothing, or something that we couldn’t follow up on.”

The Nogitsune stepped up to him, resting a hand high on Stiles’ thigh as he leaned in, head tilted to whisper into his ear. “But now you found her? And you want to kill her?”

“Well, I wanted to offer Derek, Peter and Cora that part, on account of, ya know, the fire,” Stiles couldn’t help but lean into No. “But yeah, end-goal is her being permanently dead. I was thinking burning the body afterward until there is only ash left that can not even be resurrected.”

“Poetic,” No purred, licking a stripe up Stiles’ neck.

“Behave, demon,” Stiles hissed, pushing the Nogitsune off some. “The betas are still in the room.”

“You can’t talk about murder and expect me not to get aroused,” No frowned at him.

“You people are so fucking weird,” Jackson muttered with a shake of his head.

Thankfully, Peter had mercy on Stiles and the pack and grabbed the Nogitsune around the waist to pull him off their Spark. The fox hissed at him displeased but let it happen, for now.

“I know where she is. I know what she is. I know how to kill her. I know how to kill her protectors – that’s what’s in the box. She has been gathering Berserkers, which are a little harder to kill than hunters. So… Again, none of you have to go. You can stay here, safe in our den.”

“If you think we’ll let you go back on your own, you are out of your mind, Batman,” Erica frowned at him. “I may sit out the killing itself, the whole Gerard thing was… a lot. But I’ll still come.”

“We both are,” Boyd clarified, wrapping one arm around his mate and reaching out for Stiles with his other. “You brought us back to life. We’re in this together.”

“Yeah, I may not be ‘you resurrected me’ indebted to you, but you’re Alpha Mate of our pack. You’re pack. And this is about avenging our pack,” Isaac raised his eyebrows.

“We’re all in this together,” Jackson confirmed.

[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

Don’t Let The Flame Die

Part 1- It Starts With A Match

This is a 9-1-1 fox x Harry Styles crossover. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Buck dies in a fire, leaving his girlfriend Y/N to pick up the pieces. Y/N is pregnant and depressed after Buck’s death. Despite the efforts of Maddie and the 118, she shuts herself in. But one day, an old friend comes back with a goal in mind: save Y/N.

Warnings: Death, mentions of depression and harmful thoughts, Pregnancy.

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It had been like any other day. I had an OB appointment and I couldn’t wait to show Evan the photos. I pulled out my phone, typing a text when there’s a knock at my apartment door. I sigh, getting up and waddling with my 5 month belly to the door, opening it to reveal Bobby and Eddie.

“Hey guys… um- what’s up…?”

Their eyes are red and just from the sight of them, I’m filled with nerves. Eddie clears his throat and coughs a little before he speaks up.

“Can we uh- come in?”

I nod and step back, letting them in. They walk into the apartment and make their way to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. I follow them hesitantly, taking a seat in the loveseat. It’s quiet for a minute until Bobby starts to speak.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this… And I never wanted to have to do this- I-I’m sorry I can’t-Eddie-.”

Eddie nods and looks at me, tears threatening to spill.

“Y/N… Buck’s gone.. T-There was a fire- He ran in after a kid that was still inside… The structure collapsed on him… I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry-.”

“When.. When did it happen?”

Eddie drops his head for a minute before he looks back up at me.

“A couple hours ago. We tried to get him out but when we got to him… He was gone… We had to um- alert his parents and Maddie first… I’m so sorry Y/N…”

Tears stream down my face and I let out a loud sob. Eddie pulls me into a hug and I stay there for I don’t even know how long. Everything else… It was a blur.

2 weeks later, the day of the funeral

I wake up to a deafening knock on the door.

“Y/N? Wake up…? We need to leave soon…”

I sigh and sit up, looking around at my surroundings. Ever since Evan’s death, I hadn’t been back to the apartment. I was staying with Bobby and Athena, who so graciously welcomed me in. I knew they were worried, everyone is. I can feel their stares.

“Y/N, I know it’s hard but seriously. We can’t be late…”

“I’m coming Athena, I’m coming.”

I get up, taking a quick shower before putting on the dress I had set out. I don’t have enough energy for makeup, so I pull my hair into a ponytail and slip on my flats before leaving the room. I walk through the house, into the den, to find Bobby and Athena sitting at the kitchen table. Athena gives me a small smile and stands up.

“I’ve got some coffee ready if you’re feeling up to it. Bobby made pancakes but I know you haven’t had much of an appetite.”

I fake a smile and nod.

“Coffee sounds good. I wouldn’t mind that.”

I take a seat at the table and she pours me a cup and places it in front of me.

“Just the way you like. Mocha style.”

I give her an actual smile this time before I start to drink my coffee. After about 20 minutes, we leave for the cemetery. I’m sat smack dab in the front with Maddie, Phillip and Margaret. The sight of his coffin sends chills down my spine, and I just want to scream. I tune out most of the procession, my heart can’t take it… that is until I’m forced to pay attention.

Eddie and Chimney walk up to us, Chimney giving Margaret and Phillip the flag while Eddie lays Evan’s helmet in my lap. I hold it tight with one hand, squeezing Maddie’s hand with the other. I blur out the ringing of the bells and the gun salute… I blur out everything. The next place I find myself is back at Bobby and Athena’s.

Hen sits next to me on the couch, Chimney on the other side, both giving me looks of pity. Hen lays a hand on top of mine and gives me a frown.

“Athena said you haven’t gone to any of your appointments.”

I push her hand away and stand up.

“Did you expect me to? Seriously? He’s gone Hen. Do I really look like I’m gonna go to the stupid appointments without him? He’s never gonna know. He’s going to have a daughter and I’m never gonna be able to tell him! So no Hen. I’m not going. I’m not gonna go and see our daughter when I know he won’t ever get to.”

Tears pour down my cheeks and Maddie walks out from the kitchen, pulling me into a hug. I bury my head in the crook of her neck as I sob, breaking down as I have many times over the past couple weeks. It wasn’t okay. Nothing was okay.

A few weeks later-

I had finally gone home. I had had enough of their prodding and worried gazes. I was determined to grieve, but I was tired of it the extra attention. And I still had the human growing inside to think about. Not that I don’t constantly. Every kick, every move she makes only makes my heart ache.

I lay on the couch with the tv playing mindlessly in the background when there’s a knock on the door. I sigh and get up, waddling to the door. With another sigh, I open it to see Bobby, Athena and Maddie. I sigh and open the door wide, letting them in.

“What’s going on?”

Maddie takes my hand and leads me to the couch, Athena and Bobby following behind. We take a seat and I look at Maddie, waiting for her to start talking.

“It’s been… Almost months. We’ve all kind of discussed- because we’re so worried-.”

Before she can finish, Athena interrupts her.

“Bobby and I think it’s best that you move in with us.”

My eyes widen and my mouth practically falls to the floor.

“Are you kidding me?!”

Maddie frowns and puts a hand on my back.

“Y/N… We’re worried about you and the baby. You’re not taking care of yourself. No one is blaming you, we just want to help! I know it’s been hard- I miss him too… But there’s nothing we can do… Evan would want you to be happy.”

Athena nods in agreement.

“When that little girl is here, she will become your whole world. I know it’s hard, but you’re not alone in this. We love you, sweetheart. We love Buck. We just want the best for you. Bobby and I want to help. We’ve got an empty house with just the two of us. You wouldn’t have to worry and you wouldn’t be alone. It’s not forever, just until you’re ready…”

I frown and look at the floor, only nodding my head.

“Fine… Alright…You’re right…”

And thus began the longest 2 months of my life. Someone always went with to an appointment, I practically didn’t have to lift a finger moving and I have a cozy bedroom set up at Bobby and Athena’s. Now all that’s left is for baby girl to make her way into the world.

At my 40 week appointment, Evan’s mom, Margaret, asked to accompany me. With Evan gone and now 2 grand babies, she and Phillip have decided to move to California to be closer. We arrive at the hospital and we only wait a few minutes before we’re taken into the exam room. I hop up on the table and lay back, waiting for my doctor.

Not a minute later, Dr. Garcia comes in with a cheery smile as usual.

“40 weeks! How exciting! Let’s check on little girl and see how she’s doing, shall we?”

I give her a small nod and lift up my shirt as she sets up the ultrasound. She moves the doppler around a bit and smiles.

“She’s just about ready, any day no-.”

Before she can finish, we hear a splashing sound.

“Was that-?”

“Did my-?”

She gives me a small nod and stands up.

“I guess she’s ready. Let’s get you settled in a room and we’ll go from there!”

She leaves for a few minutes and I let out a sigh, Margaret giving me a small smile.

“Evan was like that too. He came so quick, it’s almost like he knew he was needed… I know you wish he was here… But I’m sure he’s proud of you, Y/N. You’re going to be a great mother, and you’ll always have a little piece of him with you.”

I give her a small smile and squeeze her hand. Shortly after, I’m wheeled into a room and Maddie meets us here with my hospital bag.

“Alright, Eddie is on his way and I’ll be here too. So I guess now… We just wait.”

I frown and nod, lost in my thoughts again.

“Y/N- Y/N!”

I turn my head to her.

“Hm?”

“Did you think of a name?”

I purse my lips.

“Yeah… I did. Evan- if we had a girl, he wanted to name her after you. Not the same name but something just as cool he said- so I tried to keep to that. Her name will be Maeve Everly Buckley. After her auntie Maddie and her daddy. So she has a little piece of him too…”

I start to tear up and she squeezes my hand.

“He’d love that. I know he would.”

It’s quiet for a minute before I decide to speak up.

“It’s quiet without him, Maddie… It’s cold.. Evan brought so much to my life and he was just gone… I don’t blame him. Or anyone. Evan was always like that and there was nothing anyone could do to change that. That little boy survived because of him… and yet it hurts… Everyday without him just hurts… All the songs I’ve written- I can’t let them go… They mean too much… And I don’t know what to do…”

She hugs my tight, rubbing my back as I cry before she pulls away.

“I may not be the best person for this since Chim is still here and I’m the one that left… But it never gets easier. But one thing I have learned… Reach out. Let us help. Don’t fight it alone. Rely on your friends. They want to know what’s going on! Lean on them. Just like you are now.”

I give her a small smile and nod. After many, many hours of labor, my little girl finally makes her debut into the world.

She is the most beautiful, perfect bundle I have ever seen. She’s quiet but warm, and extremely cuddly. She’s only a few hours old, not even a day… But she’s my whole world.

A Few Weeks Later-

I lounge on the couch as Maeve naps, comfortably on my chest. As much as I’d love to move her, she’s honestly too cute to move. Athena walks into the living room with a smile on her face.

“I swear, that little girl naps more than May or Harry* ever did! Very cuddly too.”

*(Athena has 2 children. May and Harry Grant.)

I smile and nod.

“She must have gotten it from her daddy. I’m just thankful that she’s been sleeping and not crying that much. I was afraid she would keep everyone up but she sleeps better than I do!”

She smiles and nods in agreement.

“Have you thought about going back to work?”

I shrug.

“Yes and no. I’m financially stable but at the same time I miss working. I have a couple people wanting to work with me so maybe I’ll text one of them. She’s pretty quiet so I think it would be okay. But if I’m imposing at all-.”

She lets out a laugh and shakes her head.

“No, but I know you, Y/N. You and Buck were the same. Always working. You enjoy what you do and there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re very creative and I know you’ve missed it…”

I nod and give her a small smile as Maeve starts to wake up.

“Maybe I’ll do that… Get back to it…”

I cuddle Maeve close as she yawns and stretches and I smile, rubbing her back. I decide to text a friend and we agree to meet for lunch the next day. With that to look forward to, I go about my day.

The Next Day

I wake up early and dress myself before pumping some milk for Maeve while she sleeps. I’m able to shower and even do some makeup before Maeve wakes up in tears. I smile and pick her up, cradling her in my arms.

“Well good morning my little princess! Are you hungry? Yeah? Let’s get some milk in you, yeah? We have a long day! You get to meet Mama’s friend and he doesn’t even know you exist! Isn’t that fun! That’ll be a fun surprise for him, huh?”

She gives me a funny look and I laugh. I quickly feed her and dress her before loading up my car with everything I might need. Finally, I get her in her car seat and we hit the road.

After about 15 minutes, I reach the restaurant we agreed to meet at for breakfast. I grab the diaper bag and get Maeve out of the car before heading inside. I look around for a minute before I spot him.

(OF COURSE I HAD TO USE THIS HE’S ADORABLE)

Harry sees me and smiles, waving until his mouth drops. I get to the table and set Maeve down in the booth.

“Hey H! Sorry, had to carry this one in.”

He purses his lips and nods.

“I uh- didn’t know you were pregnant or even had a baby!”

I give him a weak smile and nod, pushing Maeve in so I could sit down.

“Yeah… I’m sorry for kind of going MIA… Things have been hard since Evan- Anyways, yeah. She’s still pretty little. About 3 months? I just- Things have been rough… I pretty much crawled into a shell. Would you- like to meet her?”

He gives me a smile and nods.

“I’d love to!”

I smile and carefully pull her out of her car seat before gently placing her in his arms.

“Harry, I’d like you to meet Maeve Everly Buckley. Maeve, this is your uncle Harry, yeah! Look at her! She likes you!”

Maeve gives him a small gummy smile. Harry smiles wider and holds her close.

“She’s so tiny! Look at her little fingers!”

I laugh and nod. Eventually, hands her back so I can place her in her car seat so we can eat.

“So this is album number four, right? Have you written anything?”

He nods and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Bits and pieces. Nothing finished. Jeff and I were hoping maybe you’d be willing to help? But I understand if you’re not-.”

I laugh and shake my head.

“I’d love to. I haven’t worked on anything in so long and I miss it. Maeve won’t be a problem if you’re okay with her tagging along. She’s pretty quiet and always happy.”

He nods with a smile.

“You know I don’t. I love kids. And besides, I have to hurry up and be the favorite uncle.”

I laugh and nod.

“She loves her uncle Chim, that’s for sure. Not too sure about her cousin but it’ll get easier when Jee gets a bit bigger and mellows out. If you have time, I’m pretty much free to work all day. I packed the car just in case.”

He smiles and nods.

“As long as you don’t mind, I’d love to. It’s been a long time. I’d really like to catch up. “

I smile and nod.

“Oh hey- um Evan’s family is having like a memorial for him- albeit a year later, but they wanted to have a small party in his honor if you want to come. You can meet everyone… I know I’ve been distant but they’ve all kind of forced me to be social these last couple months.”

He laughs and nods.

“I’d love to, as long as I’m not imposing.”

“Not at all! They’re holding it at the station. They’re putting up a plaque in the station and they always find a reason to have cake. I kind of want to take some pictures of Maeve in the station anyways. I was a bit too depressed when she was born to have a newborn photo shoot. But I’m getting there.”

He smiles and takes a sip of coffee.

“Are you still taking the meds?”

“Yeah I’m back on them. I kind of stopped for a while… But after she was born I started back up on them. I’m not over him- but she shouldn’t have to suffer because of that… And I won’t let him be gone… Not forever. She’ll know him. And that’s all I can do…”

He nods and gives me a small smile. We finish breakfast and I follow him in my car to the studio. Harry helps me carry some things in for Maeve. I walk through the door and Jeff looks shocked.

“Oh my god is that yours?! You had a kid!”

I laugh and nod. We get started and Maeve gets passed around the room, relishing in all the cuddles she’s getting. I can’t help but smile, feeling warm for the first time in a while.

A Couple Months Later, Maeve’s first birthday

After moving out of Bobby and Athena’s, Maeve and I settled in a cute 3 bedroom house in the outskirts of Los Angeles. Time rolled around and before I knew it, I had people piling into my house with presents and balloons, all for Maeve. I open the door for the millionth time, this time to find Harry on the other side.

“Oh my god hi! Thanks for coming!”

He smiles and gives me a bit of a long hug. He lets go and comes inside.

“Maeve is in the living room playing. Can I get you a drink? There’s punch, lemonade, water-.”

He nods.

“Water sounds great. Sorry I’m late, I had to keep myself from buying her anything else.”

I laugh and nod, understanding the feeling. I hand him a bottle of water and lead him to the living room.

“Maevie! Look who’s here!”

Maeve turns to me and sees Harry, her face lighting up with her little baby smile. She steadily gets up off the floor and waddles over to him.

“Ha!”

He laughs and picks her up.

“There’s the birthday girl! Look at you! You’re so big! How did that happen?!”

She laughs and he smiles, hugging her close. He attempts to put her back down but she starts to cry, so of course he cuddles her close. Throughout the party, she stays close to Harry, dragging him everywhere she goes. After everyone leaves, it’s just Harry, Maeve and I. Harry plays with Maeve as I clean up, listening to her little giggles echoing through the house.

I finish up and walk into the living room to find Maeve passed out on Harry’s chest. I smile and sits next to him on the couch.

“Looks like she tuckered herself out.”

He only laughs and nods, rubbing her back as she drools on his shirt. His face falters for a minute before he speaks up.

“Hey… There’s something I- wanted to talk to you about…”

I raise my eyebrows and look at him, giving him my undivided attention.

“I’ve been thing- for a while now… Things have been good Y/N. Being with you and Maeve… It makes me happy… And I just- I have to tell you… I’m falling in love with you.”

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Fire and Ice - Chapter 51

Chapter 50 || Index || Chapter 52

It wasn’t until the first rays of morning light were streaking across the night sky that a dog came to disturb them. Fireheart was sitting stiffly outside their makeshift den when he spotted a little white dog and older Twoleg walking down the side of the Thunderpath towards them. With a paw, he prodded at the two siblings. “Wake up! A dog’s coming!” He hissed at both of them.

The two were awake immediately. “We should make ourselves scarce, then.” Peppermask murmured as she squeezed out of the hollow. “Which way?”

“Let’s follow this Thunderpath towards the Monstercamp. It’ll probably meet with the other Thunderpath, and we can follow that until we find Windclan or Diesel’s friend.” The ginger tom flicked his tail for the other two to follow him, and together they moved swiftly away from the small grove they had slept in and the dog, keeping low to the ground as they did so.

The Thunderpath they were following soon merged with another, larger Thunderpath. “Now what?” Graystripe asked out loud. “Do you think Windclan would have managed to cross this?”

Fireheart studied it. The Monsters weren’t traveling as fast as the ones on the Thunderpath that bordered their territory, but they were still quite numerous. “Maybe at night.” He finally decided. “Where they could see them coming from far away.”

“Maybe.” Peppermask sounded doubtful beside him. “I don’t think we have much of a chance of crossing here. We should keep going to the other Thunderpath.”

They took off at a swift pace, but it wasn’t long before Fireheart spied something unusual ahead. “Is that a badger sett?” He meowed to the others as he slowed to a halt. Just next to the Thunderpath was a large, round hole that looked to go deep into the earth.

“What badger would choose to live under a Thunderpath?” Graystripe asked incredulously. “They’re not as clever as a fox, but I find it hard to believe one would be mousebrained enough to live where they’d be constantly threatened by Monsters!”

The three cautiously approached. It was smooth, and lined with a light gray stone similar to Peppermask’s pelt. “It looks Twoleg-made.” The ruddy warrior murmured to his companions, gingerly testing it with one paw. It sloped down into some kind of tunnel that quickly disappeared into darkness; beyond that, he couldn’t see. “It doesn’t smell like anything’s down there. I think we should check out where it goes.”

“Why?” Graystripe asked in confusion. “Where could it possibly lead that we would want to go?”

“The other side of the Thunderpath, for one.” He pointed out readily as he took a few steps down. “I can feel air moving down there. It could be a safe place to cross.”

“But why would the Twolegs put this here?” Peppermask wondered, even as she followed him down into the darkness. “It hardly looks like it would fit them, unless they were a kit.”

“I’m sure it has a purpose to them.” Fireheart replied, puffing out his fur against the cold air flowing through the tunnel. Even as they walked into darkness, he could see a circle of light in the distance: the other side, he was sure of it.

As they walked, they could feel the rumbling of the Monsters rushing past above them. “You don’t think this will collapse, do you?” Graystripe mumbled from his spot in the rear of the patrol.

“It hasn’t yet.” His sister pointed out, though that was little comfort to the three of them. It felt like the tunnel could break at any moment with all the roaring going on over their heads, but as they hurried through there was no cracking or breaking of the stone around them.

Fireheart was the first to emerge from the tunnel, squinting against the morning sun that had now fully risen above the horizon. As soon as his eyes adjusted, however, he gasped. “What in Starclan is that?”

Ahead of him was a Thunderpath that ran up into the sky. Giant stone legs emerged from the earth to support it, helping it arc up and then snake its way back down. As he looked past it, he could see several other Thunderpaths doing precisely the same thing.

Both the gray siblings behind him gasped similar exclamations when they arrived. “Do you think they can all do that?” Peppermask whispered in horror to him.

“I hope not.” Fireheart murmured back to her. “I think the Twolegs must have done it somehow, because of all the giant Thunderpaths around here.” Truthfully, he didn’t know for sure; he could only speculate, just as she could.

“I guess that makes sense.” She murmured as they all looked around. They were in an unkept meadow of grass sparsely populated with thistle and sorrel. He wrinkled his nose as the breeze blew past, carrying with it the horrible, acrid tang of the Thunderpaths around them.

Then Peppermask’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait! Do you smell that?”

Fireheart hesitated, then sniffed at the air. All he could smell was the breath of Monsters. “No?” He looked to Graystripe, who shrugged and shook his head.

“I swear, I-” She sniffed around, the other two following her in bewilderment. She led them a few paces before stopping triumphantly at a clump of heather. “Here! This has been marked!”

Fireheart leaned forward to smell it. To his surprise, she was right; the flowers smelled heavily of a border marker. “This can’t be-”

“It has to be.” They gazed out at the tangle of Thunderpaths in the air above them, and the wild grasses in front of them. “Windclan settled somewhere near here.”

“But why?” Graystripe was the one to ask what was on all their minds. “How could they possibly survive here? For a season, no less?”

There was silence for several long moments. “Maybe they thought even Brokentail wouldn’t follow them here.” Peppermask said out loud at last. “A-as for surviving…”

“I guess we’ll find out.” Fireheart pointed out. “What should we do? Wait until they come by?”

The tabby molly shook her head. “No, that could take all day. We can’t waste that kind of time. We’ll have to try and find their camp. Even if we can’t, I’m sure they’ll find us trespassing sooner or later.”

The other two nodded, and together the Thunderclan warriors carefully stepped over the border and headed for the center of the tangle of Thunderpaths. The area was much bigger than it looked; though the section they were in was fairly small, the entire area was easily as large as Barley’s farm had looked when they had passed by as apprentices.

The patrol eventually passed beneath the giant stone legs of one Thunderpath, wincing at the angry roaring of the Monsters above. Even though he knew the Monsters likely wouldn’t be using it if it was likely to collapse beneath them, he still didn’t feel safe until they were safely out from underneath it.

The landscape here was certainly strange, after traveling through the Windclan moors. More wildflowers grew here, like daisies, poppies and goldenrod.  But in many places, the grass grew so sparse as to make barren patches of dirt. There were no trees, and no boulders from which to observe, but the grass didn’t grow tall enough and thick enough for that to matter.

“Shh!” Peppermask crouched down in front of them, flicking her tail for the other two to do the same. Confused, Fireheart and Graystripe copied her, doing their best to hide in the sparse grass. They waited for a few moments, unsure why they had stopped, when a rabbit darted by merely a couple tail-lengths in front of them. It was only a moment later when a cat dashed by after it, not even noticing the cats they raced by in their focus on their prey.

They watched with bated breath as the cat leaped, landing squarely on the rabbit’s back and dragging it down with fangs and claws. There was a brief tussle in the dirt, throwing up a cloud of dust that obscured the predator and prey.

The three watched in hushed silence as the dust settled down. At last, the cat emerged, a small and skinny white molly that was breathing heavily from the chase. She held her prize proudly in her mouth, turning back towards the way she had come from.

Fireheart stood up. This was their chance! “Hey, you’re-”

He didn’t get the chance to speak as the molly startled into a breakneck sprint. “Wait!” The three took off after her. They had gotten this close; there was no way they’d come this far just to lose the trail now!

The white molly was weighed down by the rabbit, and the Thunderclanners were slowly gaining on her. Just as they were closing in to within a tail-length of her, Peppermask tapped them both on the shoulder to slow down. Confused, Fireheart obeyed, turning to look at her with a quizzical look as the molly they were chasing vanished into the tall grass.

“Let her think she got away.” Peppermask hissed to both of them as they fell into a steady trot. “She’s too scared to get anything out of her. We’ll have more success tracking her.” He had to admit this made sense to him. If she thought they were attacking her, they could certainly get badly hurt and start off on a bad foot with Windclan - if she was from Windclan.

They followed the trail to the base of one of the stone legs of the airborne Thunderpaths. “Where did she go?” Graystripe wondered out loud as he looked around. “Do you think she circled around the base?”

“There’s no trail that way, though.” Fireheart pointed out, looking to the expert tracker beside him. “What do you think, Peppermask?”

The tabby molly sniffed around for a few moments. “The heather here is old. It smells stale.” She pointed out several clusters of heather growing from the base of the stone leg with her paw. She was right; they were turning brown and had long ago dried up. “I think she might have covered her tracks with them, like the molly did with the Windclan bodies.”

Fireheart gently scraped aside the heather to find she was right: instead of dirt at the bases of the clumps, there was a stone tunnel similar to the one that they had taken under the Thunderpath. “Should we…?”

“I don’t think we have much of a choice.” Peppermask flicked her tail for him to go in. He obeyed, with the gray tabby molly following him and Graystripe bringing up the rear. The tunnel sloped down a few tail-lengths before leveling out. They tread cautiously, knowing that the Windclanners could send out a patrol at any moment.

The tunnel went on in darkness for a while, but unlike the other tunnel did not lead towards a second opening. Instead, it started growing slick and wet. Fireheart’s fur prickled uncomfortably as they trudged forward. He kept silent, however, keenly aware that the Windclanners could be nearby.

Then his whiskers felt a shift in the airflow, indicating that the tunnel took a turn. Fireheart tapped Peppermask’s nose in the dark to let her know to stop, then very hesitantly approached the corner.

He was surprised to see that the corner had hid light shining further down the tunnel. He could clearly see the tunnel open up into a large area with a narrow channel connecting the tunnel to an opening on the other side. In the ceiling above was a square window that allowed the morning sun to shine down into the unnatural cavern.

On either side of the channel huddled dozens of cats, most of warrior age, thin and shivering in the cold wind that blew down here. On the one side he could see the white molly they had been chasing, arguing with a lanky black and white cat. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but all eyes in the room were focused on the two.

He flicked Peppermask’s chin with his tail to continue forward, and cautiously rounded the bend. He allowed his paws to drag in the water, making splashing noises and alerting the nearest cats to his approach.

A gray tom that was close to the entrance turned at the noise and spotted him. Immediately, he yowled a warning and jumped up into a fighting position. Just as swiftly, nearly a dozen cats moved into a line at the entrance of the tunnel, their backs bristling and tails lashing as they stared him down. Peppermask and Graystripe came around the corner, wide-eyed as they saw the line of glistening fangs and claws.

They were about to be attacked.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Rabbit Rhymes (short story)

“‘What do hawks sit on?’ Frog asked. ‘hawks sit on hot rocks!’”

“Ouch!” Honeykit piped in, giggling.

“Yes, ouch!” Fungichomp agreed with a purr, his gaze warm on the kit between his paws. “What animal do you think is next?”

Honeykit thought for a moment, her chin shifting to the side and her eyes looking to its corners. “Rabbit ‘cos they have big legs!”

“Rabbits have big legs?”

“Yeah!”

“Do they sit on something big?”

Honeykit nodded. “Uh-huh. They have big legs and they sit on big things because they have big legs.”

Fungichomp smiled as he searched in his mind for something that rhymes with ‘rabbit.’ “‘Hawks sit on hot rocks–yeouch!--and rabbits sit on....maggots!’” 

“Not maggots!” Honeykit giggled. 

“‘That doesn’t sound very comfortable,’ said the frog,” Fungichomp went on, “‘it’s not about being comfortable,’ said the mouse, ‘it’s about doing the right thing.’”

Honeykit shifted. Fungichomp waited until she was settled before continuing. “‘What do foxes sit on?’” He lowered his head. “What do you think foxes sit on?”

“It has to rhyme!” Honeykit pointed out enthusiastically. 

“Yes, it has to rhyme,” Fungichomp agreed. “Can you think of what rhymes with ‘fox?’”

Honeykit tilted her head so high in thought, she was practically looking at the leaves in the trees above them. “Uhuhuh! Hawk!”

“You’re right, hawk and fox do rhyme.” Sort of. “Do you think foxes sit on hawks?”

“Hawks won’t like it!”

Fungichomp gasped. “You’re right again! You’re so smart. Do you want to pick something else for foxes to sit on?”

Honeykit nodded vigorously. Then she giggled triumphantly. “Phlox!”

“That’s a big word!” Fungichomp responded, genuinely surprised. 

“Fadingstar saided it and I like it,” Honeykit explained.

“I like it too! Phlox! Phlox! Phlox!”

Honeykit laughed more fully, eyes narrowed in her joy. Fungichomp felt just as warm. Of all the tasks he had in the Daycare, taking care of kits one-on-one were by far his favourite of them all. They continued on until the story finished, Honeykit bursting out in laughter–again–at the ending. 

Fungichomp waited until she was fully asleep, head flopped on his foreleg, then slowly stood up. Gently, he took her by the scruff and into the napping den, where she was placed onto her nest with only a wriggling toe of protest. Her fathers should be picking her up soon. Rookstorm had gotten into a tussle with Applefoot, and both toms had gotten sick from infected wounds–because of those, sickness follows cats here, too–and Aspenroot had to train his apprentice, so Kiteburn took their litter here until they could set things back in order.

Not for the first time, in fact, it happened every time he blinked at a kit, he was glad that he decided to make the Daycare–though he would forever be furious that he needed to. But before that anger could settle any deeper than a passing thought, Mellowkit rushed toward him. “I found a ant!” he announced loudly. 

“Why don’t you show me?” Fungichomp suggested, and followed the little tom across the small clearing.

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--A NICE story? Written by me? And not of the same characters I write about all the time? What is happening????

Lol yeah I got inspired because I’m working at a Daycare. I’m still just starting, so I don’t know how right the speech is (mainly for Fungi’s responses), but I think it’s pretty okay.

--Surely not all stories parents tell their kits are warnings. Some can just be goofy fun! This is a very slightly edited version of Frog On A Log.

--Fungi belongs to @wills-woodland-warriors

Honeykit/flower was named and designed by @starfalcon555 who also owns Rookstorm

Mellowkit/tooth belongs to @ambitiousauthor at this point in time, he only has a single mama, so she probably uses the Daycare often for support.

This would also make Mellowkit and Honeykit least five moons of the same age.

[dragonoligy1]

I've never done one of these before, so I hope I did it correctly. Anyways, I got ahead of my self and created a whole ass au. @liekadae

Bdubs liked to believe he was a good protector of the forest. He granted boons to those that respected nature and chased away those who would use it for themselves. He helped all animals, from wild ponies to the smallest of tree frogs, and in return, they would continue living; the greatest gift of all. Which is why, when he spotted an albino fox with red ears, who's leg was caught in a hunter's trap, he immediately bent down to let it free.

It pulled back at the sight of him, pupils slit to almost invisibility, so Bdubs took it slow. He sat down in front of the creature and began to hum. He reached out to a small fern next to the fox and allowed his energy to boost the plants’ growth. He remembered that foxes preferred hiding or blending into their surroundings, so, in order to make the small canine more comfortable, foliage sprouted all around it. Not encasing, but simply embracing.

The fox, clearly still running high on nerves flattened its ears, but not too long afterwards, let them stand tall. It tried to sit up, but failed to, and resigned to laying down in the greenery. Bdubs moved his hand closer, allowing the beast to sniff it, and after a few seconds, it pushed its muzzle into his palm. He scratched its chin for a few seconds before moving onto the trap.

It was simple yet effective, and the wire that tangled itself around the hind foot was ever so slightly cutting into the fox’s fur. Bdubs grabbed the wire and gently undid it, simply breaking the combination lock when he got there. After the wire fell to the forest floor and the pressure had been lifted the fox immediately stood up and sprinted off, away from the thicket. Before it was out of view, however, it turned to Bdubs and watched. If Bdubs knew any better, he would've said it was studying him. But he didn't, so he simply waved, and the fox stalked off.

-

It had been a bit since Bdubs freed the fox, but soon after, he began receiving gifts. Small trinkets, whether that be a silver nugget, or a red and gold ribbon, yet all were in pristine condition. He doesn't know how whatever found his home, but as whenever he slept in a different location, the gifys followed him, so they must be his. Tonight though, he decided he would return the favor.

Bdubs placed a small, handmade lantern out in front of his den for the night. It was made of pure light, which he had harvested himself, but gentle enough that it wouldn't hurt the user (whoever it may be). The small orb was encased in gold, courtesy of the mystery nuggets, and gave off a magnificent hue when the last rays of the sun hit it.

So, that night, as Bdubs shut his eyes, he could not see the visitor. He was asleep, and could not hear the paws padding over to him. Could not smell the breeze in the air as a transformation occurred. Could not taste the sudden whiff of pine and sweet berries. Could not feel the gentle hand of someone placing a note card on his mossy cloak. No, Bdubs couldn't do anything when he was asleep.

However, when he awoke and saw the lantern gone and the note in his lap, he knew he had been visited by his mystery gifter. He moved to pick up the card, but before he could read a word, he noticed something.

A small, red, fox print.

Stamping the handwritten message.

Is it okay? If you have a proper au thing I can delete it okay thank you

DRAW THIS IN YOUR STYLE!

I would love to see all of your wonderful takes on Kitsune Etho!!

Tag me or reblog your dtiys here if you want me to see it!

[impulsivewcrewrite]

Chapter 14: Shattered Questions

< Chapter 13 | ToC | Chapter 15 >

By some miracle of StarColony, Rusty reached the edge of the ravine before he knew it. He was exhausted, and his paws stung, but he made it before anyone else. There was time to find the truth. Sliding down, he tumbled into the camp and rolled towards the herb den. Sitting in the middle of the clearing was Rose. She gave Rusty a questioning look, but there was no time to explain. He burst into the druid’s den, and spotted a large lump of gray fur.

“Mog! Wake up!” he hissed urgently. He paused to catch his breath. 

An orange eye opened and reflected the moonlight. “I’m awake,” she meowed. “I’m assuming Shatter kept his word?”

“Huh?” Rusty puffed.

“As I left, Star Shatter vowed to drive me from the Valley. Did he say anything else?”

“He… he said our kits were in danger from you. You’ve gotta leave before everyone else gets back!”

“Do your Colonymates really believe in Shatter? That fox-hearted scoundrel?” the Mog flattened her ears.

“Yes, I heard them saying you’re dangerous! You have to get out now!” 

Tromping through the forest came the Gathering patrol. Angry cats shouted. They were almost here. The Mog made no attempt to stand up, so Rusty nudged her shoulder with his head. “Please, you have to get out!”

“Rusty. Do you think I’d do anything to hurt kits?” her voice was light. 

“What?”

“Tell me, do you think I hurt ShadowColony’s kittens, yes or no?” He stopped pushing and looked at her. Her face was calm. “If you think I’m innocent, then others might. Besides, I can’t run forever.”

Now the sounds were closer. They were coming down the tunnel. Rusty bounced on his paws. What would Tiger do to her? “But-!”

“Listen kid, I can handle myself. I appreciate the kind words, but I’ve got this, really. Even Tiger will obey the words of Bloom.”

He nervously glanced back at the main camp.

“Rusty, you should run,” the Mog’s voice was soft. “Don’t let anyone know you spoke to me. I am in the paws of StarColony now.”

He knew she’d made up her mind, but he couldn’t bear to have someone innocent be punished. Not while Shatter was ruling over ShadowColony. He bunted her shoulder, then dashed back to stand beside the apprentice’s den.

Almost as soon as he got in place, cats came storming in. First was Bloom, followed by Honeycomb. Frost and Willow came next, and raced to the nursery to check on the kits. After them came Tiger and Nightshade, eyes wide with concern. Others followed behind, until finally Raven and Pebbles slunk in. As soon as they arrived, Rusty ran over to meet them.

“Well? Did she admit to hurting kits?” Pebbles asked curiously.

“No! You don’t believe Shatter, do you?” Rusty shot back. “That bag of bones refused to leave, even when I begged.”

Cats who had stayed behind slowly began to creep out of their nests and into the main clearing. They must have smelled the strong fear scent, since their fur was spiked.

“Bloom, what happened? Where’s WindColony?” Stag called.

“Shatter demanded we allow them to hunt on our territory!” Nightshade hissed.

Just then, Willow came out of the nursery. “He warned us of an exiled ShadowColony cat who would harm our kits.”

Shouts of concern and fear rose from the crowd. Willow gently shook her head. “The kits are fine.”

“And they will always be safe here,” Bloom called out, quickly stepping up to Highrock. All heads turned to her.

But suddenly a loud screech made every cat turn its head toward the herb den. Hissing furiously, the Mog was dragged by Tiger and Nightshade into the clearing. Both warriors strained with the effort, and Rusty suppressed a chuckle. The Mog sure wasn’t the lightest cat to carry across camp. 

“Release her,” ordered Bloom. Tiger stepped back. Nightshade remained standing over the Mog.

“We should kill her now!” Nightshade spat. The Mog growled at him.

“StarColony strike me now if I ever harm a kit!” she spat.

“Enough. Nightshade, stand down. Did Shatter report what she did? He didn’t even name the Mog as the dangerous rogue,” Bloom’s voice sounded bored. “Stars above, I don’t trust Shatter as far as I can throw him. Neither should any of you! The Mog at least was upfront and honest about WindColony being exiled.”

“But-”

“But what Nightshade?” she rolled her eyes. “We need to focus on the real threat here. And that’s Shatter. RiverColony has already given up, but we will not. We will never surrender. ThunderColony is strong!” Bloom yowled. “I want to travel to the Moonstone. In this uncertain time, we need the guidance of our ancestors.”

Murmurs of agreement filled the camp.

“Speckle? Sparrow? We need to talk,” she mewed, leaping down and walking into her den.

“What’s the Moonstone?” Rusty asked, trying to catch what the others were saying.

“You seriously don’t know?” Sandy’s voice came from the apprentice’s den. Her voice carried an uncharacteristic amount of genuine curiosity. “Long ago, the Colony founders pulled it out of the sky, and buried it deep underground for protection. It’s a huge rock that glows like the moon.”

Pebbles nodded. “That’s where leaders go to receive their nine lives.”

“Nine lives? What do you mean?” 

“They have nine lives! They can die nine times, for the service of their Colony,” now Sandy’s eyes reflected the stars. “After they get their lives they can consult the life givers at the Moonstone. Only druids can speak with all of StarColony.”

“Wow!” Rusty would have to ask Scarlet what it was like. He looked towards the herb den and saw the Mog limping back into the ferns. Seems like her wounds got reopened, all thanks to Tiger and Nightshade, he thought bitterly.

“I told you something, now you tell me something. What happened at the Gathering?” Sandy mewed eagerly. It seemed she only hated the other apprentices when it was convenient. Pebbles began to explain the events to her, but Rusty tuned him out. He was focused on Raven. 

Raven was sitting near the warrior’s den. His ears were flattened and his eyes were wide with fear. The huge shadow of Tiger covered Raven. He was looming over Raven, spitting angrily into Raven’s ears. Raven flinched and cowered, until finally Tiger stood up and padded away. Before Rusty could call out to him, Raven rushed past them and into the apprentice’s den.

Questions burned in Rusty’s mind, but he decided they could wait. He wanted to speak with the Mog. He knew she had some answers. Quietly, he slid into the ferns surrounding the herb den. 

Inside the clearing, the Mog sat near the cracked stone, gently licking her old wounds. Beside her sat a leaf bundle brimming with poppy seeds. She flicked an ear, acknowledging his presence. “What’s the matter kid, never seen blood before?” she rasped. “Are you gonna stand around all day or tell me what’s going on?”

“No, I mean yes. I mean, I’m worried about Shatter and ShadowColony,” Rusty stammered. 

She stopped her cleaning and looked up at Rusty. Letting out a small sigh, she shifted in her nest to sit facing Rusty. “You’re preaching to the druids here, kid. I know.”

“That’s the thing, you do know. You know Shatter! Have you told Bloom about him? Like… like his weaknesses or anything? Or what strategies he’s going to use?”

“If I knew anything, I would’ve told her by now,” she looked away mournfully. “He stopped considering me a druid moons ago. He stopped considering me a cat a long time ago too. Now all I know is that he is a danger to the safety of all Colonies and cats.”

Rusty sat down. He knew that already. “Can you tell me what happened with WindColony? The Gathering was interrupted by this wild looking WindColony tom named Rocky.”

At this she stiffened. “I wasn’t there when it happened.”

“Rose and Nightshade found graves that smelled like ShadowColony cats. Were ShadowColony cats buried there?”

Again, she paused. “No. That’s where the slain WindColony cats were buried.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I buried them. Me, Rocky, Night, Wren, and Pigeon,” she stared intensely at Rusty, before looking away. “I… it’s the druid’s duty to send each dead cat’s spirit up to StarColony with a burial ceremony. Shatter left their bodies to rot, and… and picked over by crows. After I heard, I couldn’t just sit idly by.”

“Who are Rocky, Night, and Pigeon?” Rusty pressed. Each answer gave him more and more questions.

“Night, son of Rat, one of ShadowColony’s elders. At least, he was, until Shatter exiled them. He’d heard about the planned attack on WindColony, and insisted he come with me,” a deep sadness entered her voice. “He’s a good cat. StarColony knows he’d be a better leader than Shatter.”

“Are Wren and Pigeon part of ShadowColony too?”

“No, they’re from WindColony. Pigeon, son of Ginger, was Rocky’s apprentice, and Wren… Wren is someone else’s apprentice. Gobble’s, I think. But I don’t know what he was doing without his mentor, but those three were out of camp during the attack doing StarColony knows what. It may have spared them their lives…” she trailed off. “Augh, you got me rambling kid.”

“No, tell me more,” he insisted. Any information was good information. “Do you know where the remaining WindColony cats are now?”

“They told me they would try to form a shelter of their own somewhere near the territory. Beyond that, I have no idea. I’m sorry Rusty, truly, I just don’t know.”

“Thanks, the Mog.” 

One remaining question burned in the back of his mind. He barely dared to breathe it. From the moment he heard her name, this question had teased him. Every interaction with her, he fought to keep the query under control. 

What is her real name?

But he dared not ask. Instead, he dipped his head to her and left.

Before he could get far, he bumped into Scarlet. She was always a welcome sight. She smiled down at him.

“Bloom wants you to accompany her to the Moonstone. Tiger and Raven will also be joining you,” she chirped. “I’ll give you your traveling herbs now.”

Quickly she slid past him and gathered up two bundles of herbs. The Mog watched passively. She placed them in front of Rusty. 

“Travel safely,” purred Scarlet.

. . .

Back in the apprentice’s den, Rusty paused before entering his nest. He had placed the two herb bundles beside his and Raven’s nests. He looked up through the canopy of leaves at the stars glittering in the black sky above. Moonhigh had passed. 

“Ruddy, if you can hear me, I hope I can meet you again someday,” he quietly mewed. Then he looked back at his nest. He couldn’t imagine being able to sleep, with his new and exciting journey on his mind. Attending the Gathering, a journey to the Moonstone—how far away his kittypet life seemed now!

[dfroza]

A calming of the wind and the waves

(and we do need faith and inner peace while in this world, just like the night sky…)

to “believe…”

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 8th chapter of the book of Matthew:

Large crowds followed Jesus when He came down from the mountain. And as Jesus was going along, a leper approached Him and knelt down before Him.

Leper: Lord, if You wish to, please heal me and make me clean!

Jesus (stretching out His hand): Of course I wish to. Be clean.

Immediately the man was healed.

Jesus: Don’t tell anyone what just happened. Rather, go to the priest, show yourself to him, and give a wave offering as Moses commanded. Your actions will tell the story of what happened here today.

Eventually Jesus came to the little town of Capernaum. In Capernaum a military officer came to Him and asked Him for help.

Officer: Lord, I have a servant who is lying at home in agony, paralyzed.

Jesus: I will come to your house, and I will heal him.

Officer: Lord, I don’t deserve to have You in my house. And, in truth, I know You don’t need to be with my servant to heal him. Just say the word, and he will be healed. That, after all, is how authority works. My troops obey me whether I am next to them or not—similarly, this sickness will obey You.

Jesus was stunned by the depth of the officer’s faith.

Jesus (to His followers): This is the plain truth: I have not met a single person in Israel with as much faith as this officer. It will not be just the children of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob who celebrate at their heavenly banquet at the end of time. No, people will come from the East and the West—and those who recognize Me, regardless of their lineage, will sit with Me at that feast. But those who have feigned their faith will be cast out into outer darkness where people weep and grind their teeth.

Then Jesus turned to the Centurion.

Jesus: You may go home. For it is as you say it is; it is as you believe.

And the officer’s servant was healed, right then.

Jesus went to Peter’s house, and there He saw Peter’s mother-in-law lying in bed, sick and burning up with a fever. Jesus touched her hand, and then she was healed—the fever vanished. She got up from bed and began to wait on Him.

Toward nighttime many people who were possessed by demons were brought to Jesus, and He said one word of command and drove the demons out, healing everyone who was sick. These miraculous healings fulfilled what the prophet Isaiah had predicted:

He took our infirmities upon Himself,

and He bore our diseases.

Jesus saw that a crowd had gathered around Him, and He gave orders to go to the other side of the sea. A scribe came up to Him.

Scribe: Teacher, I will follow You wherever You go.

Jesus: Foxes have dens in which to sleep, and the birds have nests. But the Son of Man has no place to lay His head.

Disciple: Jesus, before I do the things You’ve asked me to do, I must first bury my father.

Jesus: Follow Me! And let the dead bury their own dead.

And then Jesus got into a boat, and His disciples followed Him. Out of nowhere, a vicious storm blew over the sea. Waves were lapping up over the boat, threatening to overtake it! Yet Jesus was asleep. Frightened (not to mention confused—how could anyone sleep through this?), the disciples woke Him up.

Disciples: Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!

Jesus: Please! What are you so afraid of, you of little faith?

Jesus got up, told the wind and the waves to calm down, and they did. The sea became still and calm once again. The disciples were astonished.

Disciples: Who is this? What sort of man is He, that the sea and the winds listen to Him?

Eventually Jesus came to the other side of the sea, to the region of the Gadarenes. There, two men who lived near the tombs and were possessed by demons came out to the seaside and met Jesus. They were flailing about, so violent that they obstructed the path of anyone who came their way.

Demons (screaming at Jesus): Why are You here? Have You come to torture us even before the judgment day, O Son of God?

A ways off, though still visible, was a large herd of pigs, eating.

Demons: If You cast us out of the bodies of these two men, do send us into that herd of pigs!

Jesus: Very well then, go!

And the demons flew out of the bodies of the two flailing men, they set upon the pigs, and every last pig rushed over a steep bank into the sea and drowned. The pig herders (totally undone, as you can imagine) took off; they headed straight for town, where they told everyone what they’d just seen—even about the demon-possessed men. And so the whole town came out to see Jesus for themselves. And when they saw Him, they begged Him to leave their area.

The Book of Matthew, Chapter 8 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Does Jesus say, “Fair enough, you must of course bury your father. Just catch up with Me when you are done”? No. This is one of the strange and radical things Jesus brings about—our families are no longer our families. Our deepest bonds are not those of blood. Our family now is found in the bonds of fellowship made possible by this Jesus.

Today’s paired reading from the First Testament is the 2nd chapter of the book of Amos:

Here is what the Eternal says about Moab, Ammon’s brother nation east of the Jordan:

Eternal One: For three crimes of Moab,

no for four, I have laid down My sentence and will not revoke it

Because they burned to ash the bones of the king of Edom,

believing this would prevent his resurrection.

So I will send down fire on Moab and burn down the fortresses of Kerioth,

where the people worship Chemosh.

Moab will be destroyed in an uproar,

with warriors screaming and war horns blaring,

And I will destroy their ruler,

along with all the officials who counsel him.

Here is what the Eternal says about Judah:

Eternal One: For three crimes of Judah,

no for four, I have laid down My sentence and will not revoke it

Because they have rejected the teachings of the Eternal One

and have not kept His commandments,

But they have walked away to follow the same lying idols

their ancestors pursued.

So I will send down fire on Judah

and burn down all the fortresses of Jerusalem.

Here, Israel, is what the Eternal says about your past and present behavior:

Eternal One: For three crimes of Israel,

no for four, I have laid down My sentence and will not revoke it

Because they have sold the right-living for silver

and the poor and their property for a pair of sandals.

They have trampled the heads of the weak into the dirt

and pushed the oppressed even further down.

A father and his son sleep with the same girl,

trampling My holy name in the process.

And the religious lie beside every altar

on garments taken as collateral from their debtors;

And in the house of their pagan god, they drink

wine bought with the fines they have imposed on others.

Still I destroyed all of Canaan’s Amorites before them,

those Canaanites who were as tall as the towering cedars,

as strong as the mighty oaks.

As entrenched as they were, I still destroyed their fruit above

and their roots underneath My promised land.

And I brought you up out of the land of Egypt

and led you safely through 40 years of wilderness wandering

to take possession of the land of the Amorites.

I took some of your children and raised them up as prophets,

and I called some of your youth to be Nazirites, set aside to My service.

Isn’t this true, people of Israel?

So says the Eternal.

Eternal One: But you made the Nazirites break their vows and drink wine.

You told the prophets, “Don’t you dare prophesy!”

I will press you down beneath your enemies, just as a wagon full of fresh grain creaks

and groans beneath its own weight.

The swift will lose their speed; there will be no escape;

the strong will lose his strength; the warrior will not survive the battle;

The archer will not be able to stand his ground and aim his arrows.

Even the fastest runner will not escape, nor will the one who rides on horseback.

The bravest and strongest soldiers will throw down their weapons

and run naked for cover on that day.

So says the Eternal One.

The Book of Amos, Chapter 2 (The Voice)

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Sunday, january 14 of 2024 with a paired chapter from each Testament (the First & the New) of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about inner “stillness”:

“Be still and know that I am God...” (Psalm 46:10). This is something you must do; you must quiet your heart to know the Divine Presence; you “set the Lord always before you” (Psalm 16:8) and refuse anxious thoughts that weigh in upon you, creating pressure and “dis-ease.” Let go of your will. Confess your frustrated desire to control the world; abandon the insanity of your self-rule. Worry is a place of exile and pain. Since God’s Name (יהוה) means “Presence” and “Love,” being anxious is to practice the absence of God’s presence instead of practicing his presence... A divided house cannot stand. Where it is written, “cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you” (1 Pet. 5:7), the word translated “anxiety” comes from a verb that means to divide into pieces. Bring your brokenness to God – including those distractions that make you ambivalent and afraid – to receive God’s healing for your divided heart.

“Be still and know that I am God...” (Psalm 46:10). Note that the Hebrew verb translated “be still” (i.e., rapha: רפה) means to “let go,” to stop striving, stop kvetching, and to surrender categorically everything to the care of God (Rom. 8:28). “Being still” means letting go of your supposed “need” to control the world. Relax your hold and rely on God’s care for your life instead, without “taking thought” for tomorrow and its concerns (Matt. 6:34). The past is gone, after all, and the future is God’s business: all you have is the present moment to call upon our Lord. Be faithful in the present hour, then, asking God for the grace and strength you need to endure yourself and engage the task at hand. In this way you will experience the peace of God “which surpasses all understanding” (Phil. 4:7).

"Be still and know that I am..." Prayer is a type of listening (shema), a turning back to know the message of God’s love and hope in Messiah. The word “teshuvah” (תְּשׁוּבָה) means an answer or response to a question. God’s love is the question, and the heart’s repose is the answer. Some of us may find it difficult to trust, to open our heart to receive grace and kindness. For those wounded by abandonment, it can be a great struggle to hear the voice of God calling you “beloved,” “worthy,” "valued," and “accepted.” When you find faith to receive God’s word of love, however, your heart comes alive and you begin to heal... Yeshua speaks of comfort: “Blessed are those who have not seen and yet still believe.”

Quieting your heart allows you to hear the holy Spirit’s whisper: “It is I; do not be afraid...” Once the storm of fear dissipates, you can access the truth of God. The Spirit asks us to do teshuvah: “In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength” (Isa. 30:15).

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Psalm 46:10 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm46-10-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm46-10-lesson.pdf

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from yesterday’s email by Israel 365:

So what does YHVH actually mean?

The name YHVH, like every name of God, is a Hebrew word. It is a very holy and lofty Hebrew word, but it is a word, nonetheless. Like every Hebrew word, YHVH has a root. The root of YHVH is the verb to be or to exist. The form or conjugation of this root that is the name YHVH is an impossible mix of past, present, and future tenses. We can see where God’s name YHVH comes from if we consider three words:

#1 YEHYEH Will be

#2 HOVEH Is / Present

#3 HAYAH Was

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

January 14, 2024

No King in Israel

“In those days there was no king in Israel, but every man did that which was right in his own eyes.” (Judges 17:6)

Four times in the book of Judges we are told that “there was no king in Israel in those days” (Judges 17:6; 18:1; 19:1; 21:25), indicating that the book must have been compiled either by Samuel (the last judge) or someone else of his or a later generation. The first and last of these (which is the final verse in the book) add that “every man did that which was right in his own eyes.” With no centralized government, there were only tribal leaders. Occasionally, one of these would acquire followers from other tribes; these were the “judges” whom God raised up to lead the people out of bondage on the occasions of widespread repentance and prayer.

The intervening periods were times of oppression by enemies and moral and spiritual chaos among the people. They did have a King, of course, but they refused Him, as did the men in the parable who “sent a message after him, saying, We will not have this man to reign over us” (Luke 19:14). When they finally requested a human king, Samuel rebuked them for saying, “Nay; but a king shall reign over us: when the LORD your God was your king” (1 Samuel 12:12).

Lest we be too critical of the ancient Israelites for rejecting God as their king and going each his own way, that is essentially what people are doing today. “There is no fear of God before their eyes,” and they are “lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God” (Romans 3:18; 2 Timothy 3:4). When every man believes what is comfortable and does as he pleases, he in effect becomes his own god, and this is nothing but humanism. But just as this ancient humanism was empty and the people soon desired a human king, so modern atheistic humanism will also revert to pantheism, and the world will then yield to a humanistic king to lead them on to a final deadly confrontation with the true King of kings. HMM

[chimerabytes]

its still storming hereee and rn im thinking about inari & imperius in the rain

the high heavens probably doesnt get any weather aside from sunlight, maybe occasional cloudy skies. and imperius has never really left the high heavens aside from going to the eternal battlegrounds. so im imagining a scenario where like

Inari is lounging in a cleared out area in the Fields of Misery possibly, just sort of laying down in the grass, relaxed as can be.

There are probably a few Khazra roaming about, but after Magdha's cultists had their control over them mostly broken, and the area had begun to be repaired in the years after slaying Malthael the first time around, they dont seem to be bothering Inari at all. They're left alone for the most part.

Inari's hands are resting behind their head, eyes closed, simply enjoying the crisp, cool weather.

They hear thunder, and shortly following that are the plopping of raindrops dusting the grass surrounding them. Inari smiles faintly, as the rain dances down onto their fur and dampening their clothes. The nearby Khazra gently herd the younger kin into one of their nearby den entrances to hide from the storm.

It isn't until a flash is seen nearby through the Necromancer's closed eyelids that they arouse from their moment of peace. A slight magical shimmering effect is heard, which causes Inari's ears to twitch as they open their eyes. They quickly throw their mask on, not keen on letting whoever just shower up see their face.

A skeletal mask, accented with gold, and a halo of sorts attached to it, red and white, with gold accents as well. It hides their face well enough despite the elongated snout typical of foxlike faces.

"Inari," a gruff voice calls out to them, distinctly laced with frustration, "I have been looking for you for two hours!"

Seeing that it was just Inarius, Inari sighs and removes their mask. It unceremoniously plops onto the wet ground before puffing away in a magical cloud of shimmering dust.

"What for?" Inari responds simply, giving the angel a half-hearted glance. They don't even bother to sit up, preferring their current stationary position.

"This is the last time I let you escape from my sights again! You aren't supposed to leave Westmarch until--"

"Ah ah." Inari interrupted him, waving one of their fingers at him dismissively. "Imperius, relax, I'm fine. I didn't think you cared about me so much anyway. I needed a break from being around everyone. It's hard for me to go anywhere without a bunch of people calling my name and... Well, you're the most famous archangel of the High Heavens, shouldn't you know what that's like?"

The angel was quickly growing impatient with Inari's seeming lack of concern. Their relaxed, dismissive attitude bothered him in a way nothing else could.

"You're taking a 'break' by ... Laying out here in the mud? Letting yourself get dirty? How uncouth." He grumbled, about to personally pick the Nephalem up and carry them back to Westmarch himself. However, as he was reaching for them, Inari threw him off guard by grabbing onto his hand and forcing him to sit down on the wet earth next to them.

The angel's armor made an intrusively loud clang! as he was dragged onto the ground. The metallic noise seemed to be drowned out somewhat by the sound of the rain starting to become more of a downpour than a drizzle. He grimaced as he could feel the wet grass and mud begin sticking itself to his backside.

"I think you need to take a moment and relax." Inari spoke insistently, acting rather innocent for just having pulled a man almost three times their size easily to the ground. Much to his chagrin, Imperius couldn't will himself to fight against the cheeky fox. He'd already lost enough dignity by losing several sparring matches to Inari in a row the last couple weeks.

"Hrmph. All you're doing is getting yourself gross and slimy." Imperius muttered, the heat from his wings sizzling. The rain fizzled away as it came close to, but didn't touch them. He wrested his wrist away from the sly Necromancer. "There are far more important things to be done that require yours and my attention." The angel of valor stated as a matter of factly, which only served to get a dry chuckle out of Inari.

"We've been in a rush to do everything for years, Imperius. Things are starting to slow down, don't you ever wish you could just sit back, relax, and enjoy it? I'm sure you get tired of having to constantly run around." Inari responded to him as they turned to look up at him. "Just try to stay here with me for a bit."

Imperius attempted to speak, but decided saying nothing was better than saying anything. He couldn't match Inari's witty tongue, and they'd only gotten the upper hand on him because Imperius had just made the mistake of being caught off guard by the Nephalem. He sighed and sat there, the heat radiating from his wings keeping the rain from making contact with his back.

Inari lied back down in the grass, once again closing their eyes blissfully. Their tails wagged lazily, enjoying the coldness the rain brought them. They were positively drenched by the rain, and seemed to be enjoying it.

"Well, if you happen to fall ill as a result of staying out here drenched to the bone for too long... Don't say that I told you it would happen." The angel spoke after sitting with Inari in complete silence for a few moments. The Necromancer sighed and sat up, head turning to look at the much larger angel. "You'll have to carry me all the way back there then." Inari insisted, which only served to irritate the angel further.

"Is that a challenge?" He asked, shortly before picking Inari up like they weighed about as much as a few feathers. "You are an annoying, insufferable, lazy..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just take me home if you're so keen on it."

"I'll have to keep a closer watch on you, Inari." Imperius sighed in frustration as he stood up and began walking back to town, with Inari cradled in his arms. He had to admit, even though they were great at pushing his buttons, Inari was rather... Adorable.

[the-blackbird-roleplays]

"The pleasure is mine." Dune smiled, unlocking the basement access to his multi-story home next to the Bard's College and a short walk from the Blue Palace. Once he and his new acquaintance were inside, Dune locked the door securely behind them.

"I only pass judgement based on what I see people do, not what others tell me they have done." Dune smiled and walked over to a nearby mannequin and hung up his armor and blades, keeping a small knife on him just in case as always.

"You? I've seen you do nothing but flee from the rather excitable city guard. They once chased after me after mistaking me for a member of the Thieves Guild." Dune smiled genuinely and motioned for her to follow him, heading up the stairs and to a small den where a small white fox sat curled up on one of the many very comfortable looking chairs.

"Please, sit wherever you like, but do not disturb Vix. She's not very fond of being woken up unless there is food or attention being offered as compensation."

Open RP Starter: Wait, I Know You…

With a hurried dash, Serana bolted around the corner of a shady alleyway, panting as she pressed herself up against the cool stonework wall. If she were still alive, she were sure her heart would be racing right now—instead, silence smothered her as the seconds stretched like hours before her, waiting for danger to pass.

Finally, after a moment, the Volkihar vampire princess breathed a sigh of relief. Her whole body slumped with exhaustion—immortal though she was, even she had limits. And when a small altercation in the market led to half the city guard chasing you through the streets, and the other half tried shooting you down from the walls, it led to a very exhausting and troubling day.

For now, though, she could breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed like she was out of trouble for the moment…

[littlesmokecloud-yan]

They killed MY HORSE!!!

[stay-midnight]

Spark of Possessiveness

> Requested

> Word# - 3.2K Words

> Minho and Jisung x Male Reader

> TWs - Possessiveness, Little to no plot.

> Kinks and Warnings - Top/Dom Minho and Jisung, Bottom/Sub Male Reader, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Blowjobs, Consensual, Spitroasting, Marks, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Degradation (Prevalent, I mean alot), Punishment, Soft Aftercare, Jealousy, Cum Swallowing, Barebacking, Minsung is wild, wannabe dom reader.

> A/N - My comeback fic hehe, anyways I wasn't fond of the way I wrote it but hopefully it's enjoyable enough! Thank you anon for giving a Minsung request~

Minho was leaned back on the kitchen counter, gritting his jaw at their now-missing boyfriend, he felt the need to throw his phone away at 21st missed call.

Jisung was not as calmly angry as the other since he was frantically walking back and forth at the amount of time it has been since their boyfriend got coffee (3 hours to be exact).

Minho is incredibly worried knowing they were past idols knowing that people may exact revenge plots at them after coming out to the general public and disbanding the group after so.

Jisung look at the older, “He’s gonna be okay right?!” He asked in a worried tone as to which Minho just nodded and responded with a headpat, which eased Jisung for a bit.

Minho sighed at the unknown location of their lover till they hear a ring from the front door. Jisung with hastened feet and sharp ears, he rushed to the door immediately — leaving Minho in a second but the older shortly trailed after in a bit.

Jisung was fast in unlocking the door, thinking it was you forgetting the keys.

In a moment, Jisung was face to face with 2 familiar set of eyes and a missed gaze.

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You were laughing happily with your two companions, jokes aside — you pulled out your phone at the thought of forgetting something and saw 21 missed calls and 15 unread texts in a moment you saw your lockscreen.

Stopping abruptly in your movements, you look towards yours and your boyfriends' front porch — You weren't ready for the anger of your boyfriends after just remembering that you didn't tell them about the sudden meetup. A smile passed your lips in a flash of excitement

You slowly walked up the stairs, gazing at your two friends with a forced smile but at the same time you couldn't ignore the bubbling of excitement from the pit of your stomach. “You good, Y/n?” they both asked in wonders to which you just smiled as a response.

“Yeah, I just forgot my spare key that's all. Do you wanna join for dinner later?” you asked with a bright expression but your mind is collapsing with unholy thoughts at the awaiting sight of angry lovers.

They both shook their heads, “We have things to do, but we’ll greet Minho and Jisung before leaving.” Jeongin answered and lovingly kissing you on the cheek.

Seungmin let out a silent snort before, continuing sauntering up the stair. With shaky hands, you press on the doorbell to which Seungmin and Jeongin just look at each other with confusion at the sight of your trembling fingers.

The door bursted open in a millisecond to reveal a Jisung looking ready to devour a prey or something. “Hi Sungie..”

Jisung eyes darted to the boys next to you before landing on you, “Hello, Y/n” He says, hiding a different tone of his voice before smiling light-heartedly at Seungmin and Jeongin before he looked at you.

“Are you both coming in?” he asked in a patient tone, but his hands were getting antsy.

“Nope! We’re just here to bid farewell after seeing you and.. Where is Lee Know-hyung? Is he here?” Jeongin asks curiously, trying to get a peek to the inside of the house by looking over Jisung’s shoulders.

Speak of the devil, Minho appeared behind Jisung shortly with a blank face before he turned to look at you with a totally-not-nice-and-has-evil-plans kind of glint.

To which you just ignore by letting out an awkward cough,

“Well, We have things to do right now.. Good seeing both of you after two years!” Jisung voiced quickly before basically grabbing the clearly nervous boy at the middle.

“You too—” Jeongin got cut short by a slam of the door.

“Is that how normally he greets old friends?” Jeongin piped up in question, looking at the taller for his reaction at Jisung’s unnerving dismissal.

Seungmin raised his shoulders as an answer before he turned to look at the younger, “Maybe he’s still mad when we plotted to bring him in a poly relationship.” Seungmin sighed, walking down the stairs with calm steps — seeming unworried and carefree at possible redflags.

“Plotted? You make it sound so evil—” Jeongin responded with a disagreeing huff.

Seungmin rolled his eyes, “Let’s just go~ I wanna rest at our new apartment.” He yawns, hooking his arm around Jeongin when he got into his reach.

“M'kay ” The other agreed.

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“Will he be okay though—” Jeongin asks in a worried tone.

“Dunno, Minho and Jisung are a kinky bunch.” Seungmin responded calm as ever.

“How do you know that?!” Jeongin looked at Seungmin with his jaw dropped and like a snooping fox, he was curious for juicy information.

Seungmin let out an airy laugh, “Wishing I didn't know it though.” The older responsed, a flashback flying over his head as a frown on his lips appeared.

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Jisung slowly led you inside your home to which he let you sit on the couch while he stared down at you impatiently with a raised eyebrow — repeatedly tapping the floor with his foot. Eyes piercing you.

Minho was not giving off as much presence as the quokka but his cold resting face was enough to send shivers down your spine

While you, a bunny clearly trapped inside a den with beasts hungering for you and a reason.

“I left my phone accidentally on silent...” you mumbled out, lowering your own head in embarrassment. Jisung clicked his tongue and Minho walks over, sitting right next to you. Looking at you with a glare that caused you to stay silent while Jisung licked his lips in anticipation, clearly turned on by the elder’s gaze.

He grabbed your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him. His hold forcing you to pucker your lips, your Adam’s apple bobbing at the fact your own dick was getting hard from this, too which Jisung immediately took notice, smirking at the small bulge appearing.

“That’s not a good enough reason, Y/n.” Minho said sharply, his voice dripping with arrogance. Minho doesn't like playing and you know that, his punishments are rough — you know that from experience. Jisung of course, was having a good time at how the elder was talking to you — his own length spraining against the jeans he was wearing.

“It’s the only reason I have—” You defended, earning a tight hair pull from Minho which made a whine escape from your throat. Jisung was also getting restless and impatient and Minho immediately took notice.

“Head to our room Ji. I’ll bring the whore in a bit.” He said in a tone which you both found frightening and a turn on. Jisung nodded and grinned straight at you before rushing to the room in excitement.

With Jisung gone, Minho initiated a rough kiss with you to which you tried to return as much as you could but it ended up being a messy and wet kiss.

Minho continued the kiss, pushing you down the couch in doing so. Bringing you closer to him before pulling away with a hum, “Don’t you have something to say, slut?” He asked, wrapping his hand around your throat — not squeezing but enough to make you constricted in a way as you rutted against his thigh that he placed between your legs. Your cock was throbbing inside your boxers as you already felt your high coming on in a bit which Minho didn't take notice off.

You opened your mouth but a moan slipped out causing your top to chuckle amusedly at how much needy you were right now. “I— I’m sorry...” you said in the sincerest way possible, you rutted against Minho’s muscular thighs and in a bit you came inside your boxers.

Minho looked at your blissed-out face and that's when he noticed a very small wet spot pooling on your jeans. “Ji wouldn't like this.” Minho laughed amusingly, knowing that Jisung doesn't like anyone releasing until he said so. (That also applies to himself.)

He withdrew his hand from your neck — you finally releasing a breath you didn't know you needed. He stood up soon after, gesturing you to follow to which you did — following him with small footsteps.

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Jisung eyes lit as you and Minho entered the room, he was disappointed though that you both still had clothes on.

He was okay with it though, what he didn't like was the wet spot visible on your clothed crotch, his eyes looked scary, like a ferocious animal.

Jisung stood up to which you looked at him questionably, completely unaware of Jisung’s dislike of releasing before himself.

You watched as Jisung stopped in front of you and before you knew it, you were pinned against the recently closed door, his strong hands trapping your arms behind your back. “Kinda unfair, you came before us.” he said through clenched teeth, pressing you harder against the door.

Minho took a sit on the bed, letting the younger have his own fun.

“Taking our cum would be a great way to makeup, don’t you think?” Jisung said, biting the top of your ear softly.

“Y- Yes, Sungie..” You said in a small voice.

“Good.” he hums, satisfied a little.

He pulls away and sat down back slowly with Minho in a bed, the older wearing an obnoxious grin as he leaned to whisper words into the Jisung’s ear causing his face to contort into one of an amused expression.

They then turned to you standing there, looking confused of their secret conversation. Jisung didn't like that though, “What did I tell you, baby?”

Your mind was blank before you mumbled a “Sorry.”

Jisung huffs disapprovingly but inches you to continue.

You first remove your shirt, a little bit of marks appearing faded, now contouring a bit more into your skin tone. The marks are from last night’s wild but fun time. Jisung smirks widens, his pride getting uplifted by the marks he left on your clavicle, while Minho just smiled satisfied at the teeth marks on the outside skin of both your nipples.

You typically shy away from their stares but now, feeling a bit confident (and bratty), words leave your mouth that was unexpected by your boyfriends, “You seem to like what you see.” You said, filling your voice with a mocking tone that flared up both of them up.

“Maybe I should instead punish you both i— instead for being needy.” Your voice wavering at the middle of the sentence, but you expertly covered it with a cough.

Minho stood up suddenly,

His eyes, gazed at you, “Such a talkative slut, aren't you?” He stated, his face serious as he slid his hand down your pants before pulling you close to him. “Look at you trying to act all dominant, in the end though, you just want to be fucked.” Minho stated, sliding his hand now through your boxers.

“Is that why, you went out with Seungmin and Jeongin? To be fucked?” He asks, Jisung in your sideview staring at you with a glare as he waited shortly for answer.

Your still kept a challenging gaze on Minho, trying to keep composure and not give in. “No. I went out with them so I could fuck th—” Minho grabbed your dick, stroking it forward angrily before you could finish your sentence, a quiet mewl passing your lips.

Jisung grumbled something behind him.

“Watch your words.” Minho said bitterly, his other hand finding way to your buttocks.

Your eyes glazed over the dominant before he withdrew his hands inside your boxers, before he threw you on the bed, surprising you and Jisung.

You try to pull yourself up but Minho encased you, his strong chest making contact with your back.

“Stay still like a good little bitch, and we’ll actually let you cum. Unless you want the same thing to happen the last time we punished you, hm?”

Minho’s voice was slick, calm and punishing but at the same time, just really hot. Your bulge felt uncomfortable against the bedsheet.

Jisung wanted to join in the fun too so he moved closer and grabbed your hair making you look up at him, “He put you in your place so easily, Where did all your confidence go? What was that about fucking us?” Jisung mocked as you glared at back pathetically.

Jisung did the honors of pulling your pants down with ease, Minho went to grab items needed before Jisung landed a harsh slap on your ass, your lips bruising as you bit it to catch a moan from slipping out.

Minho smirked and signalled Jisung to get into position as the man complied, Minho already slicked two of his fingers before he placed his fingers between your crack teasingly wetting your twitchy hole with cold lube.

Minho rubbed your rim as you glared at your other lover at the front of you, you looked up to Jisung in feigned annoyance due to his hands pinning you down.

Jisung’s eyebrow twitched in irritation before he mumbled through soft lips, “Color?”

You look up at him throwing your act away for a moment, “Green.” you answered before gritting your teeth to which the Jisung noticed and his face shifted into exasperation of your attitude.

Jisung started to undress himself, first unbuttoning his jeans before throwing away his shirt, revealing his buff body and slim waist to which you tried your best not to gawk at.

Jisung then smirked, “You seem a bit dazed, pretty toy~” He said, mocking you as he noticed your submissive nature starting to unfold just from your expression.

Minho then heard what Jisung and his smirked widened before he finally inserted two fingers into your ass, Minho’s own dick was getting hard from your hole swallowing his fingers.

Jisung signalled Minho to do something before Jisung stood up and went away from your sight, clearly planning something.

You were irritated at the lack of attention to your prostate so you shamelessly push back against Minho’s digits to which Minho responded with a mocking laugh, “See. You like this, wonder how did you even think of fucking us. When we know how much you like having cocks fill your hole.” He said amused.

You laughed, “Oh really? Maybe I should fuck you dumb to pro—” Minho clearly had enough of your act as he jabbed his fingers as deep as he can making you choke on your own spit — not even finishing your sentence.

You felt both of them turn you sideways and flip you over so that your legs were spread and your head hanging at the side of the bed, you were faced with an upside down Jisung with playful grin as your own dick was laid flat on your stomach leaking precum against your tummy, smearing it white.

“I think the slut needs his mouth shut, don’t you think Min?” Jisung said playfully, sparing a glance at Minho before turning to you.

Minho looked amused by Jisung’s word before nodding at him in a very agreeing manner.

Jisung’s dick was very hard and approximately shorter than Minho’s size, red at the tip and veins prodding his side, it was curved outwards and pretty overall, matching his buff yet slim body.

His dick slapped against your face as he look at you teasingly, “Open your pretty mouth toy.” Jisung said roughly, slapping his dick against your cheek.

Minho saw this and clicked his tongue, removing his fingers to which you sighed at.

Minho removed his clothes swiftly as the wind, throwing away his shirt and showing his full body in display for Jisung to see.

He looked at Jisung with a glint in his eyes before his hand slapped your dick harshly to which you couldn't contain a loud moan in, Jisung took the chance and slid his dick into your mouth and down your throat, your neck slightly bulged from this man’s cock.

Minho took pleasure at the sight of Jisung’s dick fitting against your mouth, so too, he wanted to join. He quickly drizzled lube on his dick before pushing against your hole, eliciting a choked out sound against Jisung’s cock.

“Good little cockslut, taking both me and Sungie’s cock. See, look at your useless dick.” Minho said, grabbing your cock, squeezing your leaking tip while watching you choke on your words against Jisung’s cock with a satisfied expression

“Wet and messy. You can't even fuck a fleshlight properly, what makes you think you can fuck us?” Said Minho, his voice intoxicating and seductive as he continuously pushed until his hips connected with your ass and his dick pushed near up to your abdomen.

Jisung continued his thrusts, taking pleasure from your mouth’s wet cavern, he curses under his breath at how close he was already.

Minho took this chance to grab your waist, slamming into you vigorously at the same time Jisung pulled away. They both panted as they thrust in a rhythm.

After both were consumed by pleasure and lust, barely any words were exchanged — and the sound that were enveloping the room was the squelch of lube, skin slapping against skin, breathless pants, and your drowned out moans.

Jisung sighs after a while as he came down your throat as you swallowed it, though your mouth was probably gonna be sore in the morning atleast it was fun seeing them being possessive.

Minho took alot while to finish as Jisung already pulled out of your mouth as your laid your back tired as you just let Minho plow your used hole, pulling you back on his cock while you let out weak moans every now and then when your good spot was hit.

Your head felt funny and didn't even notice Minho pulling out and coming on your stomach with some his cum reaching up to your lips. “Fuck.” he groaned out as he panted after reaching his high.

Minho took a hold of your cock which he jerked off, “Gonna cum...” you mumbled to which Jisung had already returned from his small trip to the bathroom, “Cum.” Jisung said as he wanted to watch you release

Jisung smiled at both of you releasing, before he pulled you up so that Jisung could walk you over to the bathroom while Minho followed closely, laughing at the limp that was already noticeable. “Looks like Min fucked you good~” Jisung teased as you pouted and hit the man on the chest for his annoying teasing.

Minho snorted, “You did too, he may be silent as a bug tomorrow because of a sore throat~” Minho teased, laughing when you glared at him.

“I hate you both.” you said in an unusual raspy voice, to which both of your lovers just giggled at.

You three arrived at the huge bathtub that Jisung had already prepared, he helped you get settled on the warm water of it and soon after, both also entered the warm bath.

.

.

Minho pulled you up on his wet chest while Jisung laid his head on your shoulder, “Were you fine with that earlier, baby? Or should we tone it down a bit?” he asked, playing with your collarbone.

You smiled suddenly at the question, “It was okay, I had fun.” you answered him as you leaned further into Minho’s warmth.

Jisung suddenly snorted at the side which caught both your attention, “The little dom act that you put was kinda cute.” he said, giggling.

You look at him and huffed while Minho laughed with him as you splashed some water at Jisung’s face causing him to retaliate.

In the end, the bathroom floor was a mess.

[out-of-control]

LUCK

words: 1480

warnings: alcohol

summary: new year’s eve 2013.

Comfortably wasted, Jax watches Macklemore throw his sneakers into Times Square.

I hate this, he thinks, contemplatively, and continues gazing at the TV as it broadcasts the forty-second annual Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve, which Jax has always thought should be called Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Eve. Macklemore's bright red poncho follows the sneakers, for no apparent reason.   

Reflexively, he turns to Jim to say, Get a load of this asshole, but Jim isn't there. Right. 

Jax actually hasn’t seen Jim in a while. They walked here together, he remembers clearly. They both took their first drinks of the night together, arms linked together like Europeans or something, knocking back a pair of godawful jello shots in unison. They watched a little bit of the Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve together, early on in the night before anything interesting was happening. But somewhere along the line they split up, and now it’s hours later and Jax is standing against a wall, cradling a Solo cup full of warm beer, watching Macklemore be a douchebag on the host’s flatscreen, and feeling bizarrely lonely for a guy in a room packed with people. 

He wants to find Jim. 

He continues numbly watching the TV until Robin Thicke appears, and then he just can’t take it anymore. He pushes himself off the wall and starts weaving his way through the crowd, stumbling slightly as he goes.

Jim’s not in the den, socializing with everyone. Jim’s not in the kitchen, mixing drinks. Jim’s not in the front hallway greeting newcomers, the dining room picking at the snacks, or the linen closet folding towels. Jax hopes Jim isn’t upstairs banging headboards against the walls. Though, of course, he has no right to hope that. 

Just when he thinks he’s exhausted all other options, he happens to look out the back door window and see the dull orange light of a cigarette, low to the ground. 

“Hey,” he says, letting the screen door slap shut behind him. “Not into Ryan Seacrest?”

Jim– because of course it’s Jim, who else would be lurking outside in twenty-six degree weather during a New Year’s Eve rager– gives him a confused look, and Jax continues, “Not into Jenny McCarthy, either? I get that. I know it’s ABC, but she’s a little too Fox News for me, somehow. Maybe it’s the blonde. Probably it’s the soldier thing.” He sits down on the edge of the patio, next to Jim, only spilling his drink a little.

Jim stares at him, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth. “Uh huh.”

“So what are you hiding out here for,” Jax goes on, tilting his head to the side and knocking Jim with a shoulder. “I don’t know if you heard, but there’s a party going on.”

Jim shrugs, ashing his cigarette onto the dead grass. “Just needed a bit of a breather.”

Jax considers him. “Yeah. Get that,” he says, quietly. He really does. Jax likes parties, but sometimes it fucks him up when they’re too respectable, fucks him up to be surrounded by so many people and expected to act like a real person with his shit together. After a beat, he nods at Jim’s cigarette. “Hey, can I bum one?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jim says, digging into his pocket for the pack and picking one out for him. “What are you doing out here?” he asks, offering it to him, along with his lighter.

“Looking for you,” Jax says, because he’s too drunk to lie. He sets his cup down, tries to work the lighter, but his fingers fail to obey him; he can’t tell if it’s because of his inebriation or the cold. 

Jim gives Jax a look at his response, but gets distracted by his struggle. “Here,” he says, gesturing for Jax to give him the lighter, and lights it for him. Jax wraps a hand around Jim’s on the lighter to steady himself as he leans in and inhales, making the end of the cigarette glow bright. He forgets to let go once it ignites, eyes half-lidded as he watches the flame dance at the end of his nose. When he realizes, he removes his hand and shoves it into his jacket pocket, vaguely embarrassed even through his drunkenness. 

“I was– I dunno, I was thinking,” he says carelessly, pinching the cigarette between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, “About how you can be in a room full of people and no one– no one knows what’s going on. No one can see inside your head.” He takes another drag and exhales. The smoke gets in his eyes. He isn’t making sense, he feels, and tries to slur less. “You know. You can stand right next to someone, you can be talking to them– and they can’t hear you. And it’s not their fault. It’s just–” He cranes his neck back, frowns at the stars. “–the way things are.”

Jim looks Jax over for a moment. He blows a cloud of smoke away from him, and nods slowly, thoughtfully. “More often than not,” he says, turning back to the ground.

Jax feels relieved. Jim gets it. Jim gets him. He keeps gazing upwards. 

“Hey,” Jax says, after a moment. “Hey. Show me Pegasus again.”

Jim blinks up at him, and then leans back on his hand and stares up. “It’s uh,” he clears his throat, tilting his head. He points, almost straight up, cigarette delicately hanging between his fingers. “Starts there now,” and then traces his finger almost all the way down to the horizon- from this spot sitting on the porch, at least. “Goes way down there. He’s right up center now, you could barely see it in the summer.”

Jax follows Jim’s line with his eyes, and, amazingly, he sees it. Not a fucking flying horse, of course, but a rectangle, for sure. With three wonky tails leading off one edge. Smile spreading across his face, he turns his head towards Jim and says, “Yeah. I fucking see it, man, thank you.”

Jim gives him a small smile, cigarette smoke curling up towards the stars. Jax considers him, all elbows and sharp teeth, all green eyes and delicate movements, all harsh laughs and languid spine, all spit and sunshine and blood and broken glass. 

Jax opens his mouth to say something.

From inside the house, he hears a cheer go up. 

He’d forgotten. Flipping his phone open, he reads: 11:59. 

“Shit,” he says. “Dude, it’s almost midnight. I swear a minute ago it wasn’t even ten P.M.” He shakes his head, clearing stupid impulses. “Time fucking flies when you’re having fun, huh.”

Jim snorts, hunching back over. “You wanna run back inside?”

“Nah,” Jax says, lifting his cigarette to his mouth, and then seeing that it’s gone out. “Shit.” He drops it on the patio. “Nah, I’m good out here.” He stares at Jim for a few seconds, feeling his 2013 ticking away. A wisp of hair is stuck to Jim’s cheek, cigarette loosely held between his fingers.

Through the door, another cheer. 

“Hey,” he says slowly. “You know it’s, uh. It’s good luck.”

Jim raises an eyebrow at him. “...To?”

“To kiss someone when the ball drops,” Jax says, heart beating fast. As if on cue, a chant strikes up from within the house. “Ten, nine–”

Jim’s eyes cut to the house, and then back to Jax. “Well, fuck,” he says, and smirks a little. “I’d better take it where I can get it.”

“–six, five, four–”

Jax swallows, and turns more fully towards Jim. 

“–three, two–” 

He places a hand on the side of Jim’s face and presses their lips together, as the loudest cheer yet erupts from the party inside. His heart feels like it’s about to smash through his ribcage, as Jim winds a hand around his wrist and opens his mouth ever so slightly, so that Jax’s lower lip is caught between his, just for a few aching seconds.

Then they pull apart. 

“Happy New Year,” Jim says casually, and takes a drag from his smoke, faint smirk dissipating as he looks back to the grass.

Someone sets off a firework a few blocks away, and Jax jumps a little. “Happy New Year,” he replies, as golden sparks spatter across the sky and stream back down to Earth. He stands up, swaying. “It’s freezing out here. I’m gonna head back inside,” he says, and hesitates, looking down at Jim. 

“I’ll head back in a minute,” Jim says, flicking the cigarette away and looking up to the fireworks, absently rubbing his wrist.

“Okay,” Jax tries to say, but it doesn’t come out at all. He clears his throat and tries again. “Okay. See you then.” He puts a hand on the door handle. And then he pulls it open, and steps into the new year. 

—

[warriorsbutnotreally]

Tigerstar And Bluestar Switch Lives/Parents AU

This one is long and complicating

huge warning for Thistleclaw being abusive towards Bluefur in this AU as well as creepy/bloody nightmare imagery!

this is also a long one, but I stop after TPB to avoid to turning into its own giant story sfadkj

Tigerkit [who here is a dark blue-gray tabby with black stripes] and Snowkit are born to Moonflower and Stormtail. Stormtail is rarely around and Tigerkit grows resentful. Even more so when he hears Goosefeather calling him a curse.

Moonflower shushes her brother and scolds him for saying such a thing about her kits

Snowkit, trying to cheer her brother up, has the two running around and playing in the medicine cat den while Goosefeather is out

Snowkit swallows two poppy seeds after Tigerkit dares her. As in canon, they’re caught and Goosefeather assures Snowkit will be okay

Tigerkit blames himself but Moonflower comforts her son and assures him all will be well

Not too long after, Leopardkit and Patchkit become Leopardpaw and Patchpaw. 

Moons later, Poppydawn and Speckletail’s kits are born Speckletail names her kits Lionkit and Goldenkit Poppydawn names Sweetkit and lets Snowkit and Tigerkit name the other two. Sweetkit gives Rosekit her name for her rosy tail, but Tigerkit’s first suggestion - Burrbutt - is rejected. He settles on naming the spiky tom-kit Burrkit.

Tigerkit has a bad dream brought on by the whispers he had heard from Goosefeather and wakes up late at night. He stumbles out of the den and bumps into Sunfall. Sunfall comforts the kit before sending him back into the nursery.

It isn’t long after when Tigerpaw and Snowpaw are made apprentices. Snowpaw is given Sparrowpelt and Tigerpaw is given to Thrushpelt. Thrushpelt is patient and kind with Tigerpaw, even when the apprentice is first throwing fits.

There are whispers of WindClan stealing prey

After a good hunting trip, Tigerpaw is taken to his first gathering. He begs until Snowpaw is allowed to join.

The two return, excited about their first gathering

Goosefeather receives the sign from the vole

The invasion of WindClan goes the same, including Moonflower’s death

Seeing Moonflower’s death, Tigerpaw is furious. He attacks the medicine cat, only to be dragged off by Thrushpelt. Tigerpaw screams and cries as he calls Hawkheart a murderer.

Back at camp, he screams at his father, Stormtail, calling him a coward and accusing him of never loving Moonflower

Swiftbreeze screams at Goosefeather and it takes Pinestar, Sunfall, and Thrushpelt to stop any more violence

Sunfall takes Tigerpaw to the side and the two talk

Tigerpaw asks if it’s his own fault that his mother died and Sunfall assures him that it isn’t anyone’s fault

Tigerpaw personally blames Hawkheart, but doesn’t say so

Moons later and he’s still struggling with the loss of his mother and this has turned into anger issues, with him lashing out at others and even getting into a physical fight with a WindClan apprentice while at a gathering Leaving him temporarily banned from gatherings, though the ban was close to lifting

By now the kits - Lionkit, Goldenkit, Burrkit, Rosekit, and Sweetkit - were apprentices - Lionpaw, Goldenpaw, Burrpaw, Rosepaw, and Sweetpaw Patchpaw and Leopardpaw were also now Leopardfoot and Patchpelt

Sunfall had teamped up with Thrushpelt at this point to keep an eye n Tigerpaw, who was growing more and more frustrated

After an argument with his sister, Snowpaw, Sunfall and Thrushpelt take him aside and talk with the apprentice

There is a lot of yelling on Tigerpaw’s end before he ends up breaking down, claiming it wasn’t fair that his mother died and that everyone could just move on with their lives like everything was okay

Thrushpelt, after this, takes Tigerpaw out on expeditions where he allows the apprentice to be alone with his feelings without the pressure of their Clanmates and helps him go through the process of grief 

It’s quite rough for a while, but he does eventually begin to show improvement

At the gathering where Tigerpaw is allowed, he notices a strange RiverClan tom with a twisted jaw. He isn’t interested in speaking with him, but finds himself jealous when Goldenpaw decides that she’ll talk to the tom then Oakheart, Crookedpaw’s brother, is announced a warrior and Raggedpelt is announced as ShadowClan’s new deputy

He reluctantly joins the conversation and the three end up having a good night together, though once it ends, Tigerpaw is very aware that the RiverClan apprentice cannot be his friend

As he heads back to camp, he notices how Snowpaw and Burrpaw seem close and he wonders if his sister likes Burrpaw

During a battle training, Tigerpaw accidentally hurts Goldenpaw, the two having gotten carried away while fighting He apologizes endlessly and after she assures it’s okay, Thrushpelt points out that he seems to care for her

Tigerpaw is flustered and angry, but Thrushpelt assures he wasn’t teasing the apprentice, but was simply happy that he seemed to be making friends

At first he is hesitant to accept that it wasn’t him being picked on, but after he thinks on it, he knows Thrushpelt wouldn’t do that to him

When they all return to camp, there is a warning that RiverClan is trying to take sunning rocks

Tigerpaw is ready to jump into battle, but is stopped by Sunfall, who tells Tigerpaw that strong apprentices need to stay behind in case anything happens to the queens and their kits

He sees through the deputy, however, knowing that this is the bright-furred tom’s way of stopping the apprentice from having to deal with any more death or loss However, he still takes it seriously enough to sit outside the nursery

Goldenpaw joins him, though she wasn’t told to, just casually stating that she wanted to learn how to defend the Clan by the best apprentice she knew

Tigerpaw is flustered by this

When the Clan returns, Tigerpaw is quick to notice his sister had been hurt. He goes to comfort her, but is told to back off by Burrpaw, who shoots him a nasty look before guiding Snowpaw to the medicine cat den

One day, while out hunting, Tigerpaw meets a strange tom who he quickly realizes is a kittypet. Tigerpaw is about to fight this stranger when Pinestar stops him and escorts him back home. Tigerpaw is sus about Pinestar

Tigerpaw and his sister go out hunting and while he’s half-way through apologizing for his shitty behavior, the two are attacked by a fox

He manages to get Snowpaw to safety before turned and trying to fight the fox. He’s about to be torn to shreds when a patrol comes to save him curtesy of Snowpaw not wanting her brother to die

He goes to Goosefeather, who snaps at him, telling him that his blood-soaked paws will stain the forest

Tigerpaw is about to fight Goosefeather when Thrushpelt stops him and snaps at Goosefeather

The warrior then leads Tigerpaw out of camp, telling him that his destiny is in his own paws and nothing the old tom says will change that

The two return and Tigerpaw notices that Burrpaw is seemingly trying to tear a rift between him and his sister

Tigerpaw and Snowpaw become Tigerstrike and Snowflower

Sunfall allows the two warriors to oversleep, though neither of them are pleased when they wake up and the day is half over

He then sends the two to help Featherwhisker gather catmint

During this, Tigerstrike and Snowflower see Pinestar talking with the kittypet from before on the fence

The two scare off the stranger and Tigerstrike tells the leader to return to camp or Sunfall would be quick to hear about what he was doing

At the next gathering, Goldenpaw drags Tigerstrike back to socializing and the two encounter Crookedpaw - now Crookedjaw - again

He asks Tigerstrike to apologize to Snowflower for him, as he admits he was the reason she was hurt during the fight for sunning rocks. Tigerstrike isn’t pleased to hear this, but Goldenpaw being there is enough to prevent him from picking a fight

After being sent to the Moonstone, Tigerstrike has a nightmare where he is met face to face with a shadowy kit before he starts to feel his stomach begin to bleed. He opens his mouth to scream, but is cut off by him gurgling on his own blood. When he looks at the kit, it’s gone, and his blood begins to soak the forest

When he returns, he finds feathers in his nest and the faint scent of his friend, Goldenpaw, and her brother, Lionpaw. He finds a strange comfort as he lays down in the nest.

During a patrol, Tigerstrike finds that whatever vague general friendship he had with Burrpaw when the two were kits is now long gone as he notices that as he strays from wanting to fight, he is also earning the ire of the apprentice.

As he takes care of the border near sunning rocks, he notices some RiverClan warriors nearby who seem to be watching them. He is immediately on edge, but doesn’t tell his Clanmates.

When they return, they learn that Leopardfoot is kitting While they wait, Goldenpaw and Sweetpaw invite Tigerstrike to share a mouse, though all of them are having a hard time eating as there is concern into Leopardfoot’s wellbeing

A trio of daughters named Mistkit, Nightkit, and Bluekit [who is a blue-ish silver she-cat]

However, before anyone can congratulate her, Tigerstrike is the first to notice that the kits seemed to be struggling to survive. This is confirmed by Goosefeather, though he does not say this to Tigerstrike. He also seems to have an intense interest in one of the kits.

While out on a patrol, a dog attacks. Burrpaw and Tigerstrike team up to chase the dog off and Burrpaw seems to go back to being perfectly okay with Tigerstrike, confusing the warrior

He ends up becoming Burrclaw

The concern into Pinestar’s whereabouts, Sweetpaw’s death, and the passing of two of the three kits go the same as canon

The same goes for Pinestar leaving his Clan a moon or two after the birth of his kits, him giving a specific goodbye to Bluekit, who tries to follow her father, but is stopped by Leopardfoot

Sunfall becomes Sunstar and Tawnyspots is still made deputy

After this, Rosepaw is named Rosetail

Tigerstrike overhears Burrclaw talk about his goal of becoming leader and though he wants to get along with Burrclaw, he thinks of his nightmare at Moonstone and is filled with a strange dread

This becomes worse when Snowflower tells him that she’s expecting Burrclaw’s kits

A few moons later, Whitekit is born

A larger rift has grown between brother and sister and Tigerstrike is painfully aware that Burrclaw is at the center of it

Bluekit and Whitekit, meanwhile, seemingly are getting along

A half-moon later, Frostkit and Brindlekit are born to Robinwing

Goosefeather is distressed and confused now, asking Tigerstrike if he really intends to fight what he is

Tigerstrike counters that he’s not anything more than a loyal ThunderClan warrior

Goosefeather doesn’t seem to believe him, but Tigerstrike walks away before this can escalate. 

While this is going on, Tigerstrike is even closer to both Lionpaw and Goldenpaw, the three forming a tight friendship. While Goldenpaw is away, Lionpaw informs Tigerstrike that his sister likes him. Tigerstrike seems surprised  Lionpaw snorts at the surprise, saying that the tom should’ve noticed since he likes her back

Tigerstrike denies this and the two break into a play-wrestle

Snowflower and Tigerstrike go out and Tigerstrike admits that he thinks something’s up with Burrclaw Snowflower defends her mate and it ends in a fight and Snowflower’s death is all the same, with her dying on the Thunderpath and with Burrclaw blaming Tigerstrike

When Whitekit’s safety comes into question, Tigerstrike, for the first time, actively vocalizes that he doesn’t trust Burrclaw to the warrior’s own face

Burrclaw won’t forget that

Tigerstrike is numb and doesn’t no how to handle the loss of his sister and admits to Goldenpaw that it should’ve been him who was struck by the monster

Goldenpaw disagrees, but also says that it doesn’t mean she blame Snowflower for dying, either

The two sit in silence with each other

Later Goldenpaw becomes Goldenflower and Lionpaw becomes Lionheart

Swiftbreeze has her second litter - Redkit, Spottedkit, and Willowkit

Tigerstrike is unable to go to the gathering, knowing his sister’s death will be announced. Instead he spends the night in the nursery.

Goldenflower goes to check on him and joins him in laying with Whitekit She notes how he’d be a wonderful father, but Tigerstrike disagrees, stating his own dad was barely a dad

Goldenflower counters by saying that he would be a wonderful father because he knows better than to be what Stormtail was

Tigerstrike asks why she cares about him so much She admits that she looks up to him, because he’s seen so much bad but hasn’t let that make him bad

He admits that sometimes he feels like he’s not good

She nuzzles him and tells him that for those times, she’ll be good enough for the two of them

She ends up falling asleep and Tigerstrike watches her until he eventually doses off himself, the two curled protectively around his nephew

He has another nightmare, this time he is being choked by thistles, brambles, and burrs that all wrap tightly around his throat. He chokes out a cry, but no one hears him. He’s about to black out when he sees Whitekit, standing in the open.  The plants are growing close to the oblivious kit Tigerstrike kicks and fights, clawing at the attacking underbrush until he gets to Whitekit. 

He wakes up to Whitekit chewing on his tail and Goldenflower not in the nursery with him, but her scent lingering in the nest.

Burrclaw and Tigerstrike have a tense encounter before the two are sent off on patrol with each other Tigerstrike is tempted to agree with Burrclaw on trying to take on the kittypet, but when realizing the scent belongs to a kit, he thinks of Whitekit and is unable to bring himself to condone what Burrclaw wants to do

They return to camp and he sees Goldenflower playing with Whitekit. Thrushpelt comments privately to Tigerstrike on how Whitekit is already fond of her and how she and Tigerstrike are raising the kit right and how he noticed Burrclaw rarely visits 

Tigerstrike tries to act tough before quietly admitting his fondness for Goldenflower

Bluekit becomes Bluepaw, Burrclaw’s apprentice, and Adderfang temporarily takes over as deputy when Tawnyspots falls ill

Goosefeather warns Tigerstrike not to allow himself or Burrclaw to become deputy

Tigerstrike is frustrated and tells Goosefeather to back off and shut up before going over to Thrushpelt and Goldenflower

Thrushpelt admits to having no interest in becoming deputy, but thinks that if Tigerstrike were to get an apprentice, he’d be a wonderful deputy Uncomfortable, Tigerstrike disagrees

After coming back from battle training one day, Tigerstrike notices a change in Bluepaw’s behavior and how the apprentice is withdrawing from everyone, including her own mother His concerns grow as Burrclaw flexes that he’s going to turn her into a fearsome warrior

When out on a patrol with Burrclaw and Bluepaw, they come across the kit who had been exploring the forest before Bluepaw is hesitant when Burrclaw tells her to attack, but when he whispers something in her ear, it’s enough to motivate her

Tigerstrike, however, manages to tear the apprentice off the kit before any major harm can happen and in return Burrclaw attacks Tigerstrike and ends up blinding him in one eye

The kit is terrified of the fighting and runs off Burrclaw demands Bluepaw chase him down Tigerstrike tries to tell her not to, but Burrclaw stops him Burrclaw makes a vague threat that is enough to get the apprentice to run after the kit and then turns to Tigerstrike and threatens to tear his throat out if he tells anyone who did this to him

Around the time that Tigerstrike is on his paws, another patrol finds them and are shocked to find Tigerstrike bleeding

Burrclaw tells them it was a rogue

The patrol is brought back, though Burrclaw seems to keep wanting to leave to get Bluepaw and is talking about her borderline obsessively while the two are in the medicine cat den

Bluepaw never returns to the camp and the Clan assumes she was killed

Time passes and Whitepaw is now Whitestorm Rosetail had mentored Whitestorm after Tigerstrike talked to Sunstar Tigerstrike is currently mentoring Frostpaw

Goldenflower is in the nursery, expecting her and Tigerstrike’s first litter Tigerstrike is excited but he keeps remembering the day Bluepaw vanished and the kit and it’s bothering him not knowing what happened

He often goes on solo hunting patrols trying to see if he could figure out what happened to them, but turns up nothing

After sunning rocks is taken back by ThunderClan, Tigerstrike tells Goldenflower that something is up with Burrclaw and that he thinks that the warrior was doing something to hurt the apprentice Goldenflower is confused and asks why and he tells her about the patrol, making sure she promises not to tell anyone so that it didn’t make its way back to Burrclaw

The two of them agree to work together to keep an eye on the tom, especially after Goldenflower pointed out that he didn’t mourn for even a moment when the Clan mourned Bluepaw’s disappearance

Things with Tawnyspots lack of recovery, the news on Crookedstar becoming leader, Brokenpaw’s fighting at the gathering all go as per canon A RiverClan apprentice is almost killed by Burrclaw when they were caught too close to the border, but Tigerstrike manages to stop him

Goldenflower and Tigerstrike’s first litter are born; two daughters named Petalkit and Featherkit Featherkit sadly passes away before she’s even a day old Petalkit, however, is healthy as can be

Not too long after, Runningkit and Mousekit are born to White-eye It is also revealed that Goosefeather has returned, Featherwhisker has Spottedpaw as an apprentice, and that there’s been some strange activity near the Southern border of ThunderClan

Tawnyspots’s health is only getting worse and it gets obvious that a new deputy needs chosen There’s whispers of it being Burrclaw During a border patrol where a new deputy is being talked about while the patrol is going on, Tigerstrike notices a ragged she-cat is watching them carefully Someting about her eyes looks familiar to him and in the moment he can’t recall why

A few days later, as Tigerstrike is playing with Petalkit, Sunstar makes the announcement that he’s ready to choose a new deputy, since Tawnyspots is choosing to retire He is about to say who when a yowl is heard in a nearby tree The cats look up and Tigerstrike realizes that it’s the she-cat from before, though it looks like she cleaned herself up

She says that her name changed for moons, but she was once Bluepaw Everyone is shocked that she’s alive Jumping down from the tree, she reveals that Burrclaw had manipulated her and abused her while she was his apprentice Burrclaw tries to brush it off, but Spottedpaw also comes forward, revealing he had done the same to her The Clan is stunned until Tigerstrike and Goldenflower step forward and Tigerstrike reveals what happened to his eye and that Burrclaw had tried to get Bluepaw to kill a kit

The Clan turns against Burrclaw and he is exiled from the Clan Bluepaw turns to go, but is stopped by Sunstar, who offers her a place back in ThunderClan She hesitates before asking if they’d really want her back Leopardfoot, who is in tears, says she’d love to have her daughter back Bluepaw agrees to return and is giving the name Blueheart Blueheart then brings a couple apprentice-aged cats with her after disappearing for a bit and it’s revealed that these are her kits, but she refuses to name a father - her daughter’s name is Coal and her son’s name is Dusk They become Darkpaw and Duskpaw

With all this having gone down, a deputy is still needed. Sunstar asks Tigerstrike if he’d want to be deputy, but he declines and turns his attention to Rosetail, stating that if any cat deserved to be deputy, it would be one with her heart in the right place

Rosetail is named deputy and eventually, after Sunstar’s passing, becomes Rosestar Thrushpelt is made her deputy

In The Prophecies Begin, Thrushpelt, the former deputy, has passed and Lionheart is the current deputy Petalkit is now Petalsnow, Darkpaw is now Darkwing, and Duskpaw is now Duskfur. Goldenflower is in the nursery with Swiftkit and Lynxkit - her and Tigerstrike’s second litter Sandpaw, Ravenpaw, Dustpaw, and Graypaw are the apprentices of Whitestorm, Blueheart, Redtail, and Petalsnow respectively

Rusty joins and is given the name Firepaw He is given to Tigerstrike, who he is a little intimidated by at first, but warms up to

Tigerstrike is a strict mentor, but isn’t cruel

When Lionheart is mysteriously killed on ThunderClan’s territory not long after his kits are born, there are whispers about it being Burrclaw When Firepaw asks who that is, Tigerstrike is honest with him, not wanting to hide any of the painful truth from the apprentice

Redtail is named the new deputy

Things become more uneasy when Tigerstrike and Firepaw see a ShadowClan patrol and there’s a tom Tigerstrike regconizes with them

He is quick to tell Rosestar that Burrclaw is part of ShadowClan

When she confronts Brokenstar about this, Brokenstar says no such cat by that name exists in ShadowClan Burrclaw introduces himself under the new name Nightstorm He is also revealed to be Brokenstar’s new deputy, which sends a wave of dispear through ThunderClan

Blueheart is outraged at the news

It is then revealed that she knows who exactly the father is and without saying who, the implication is that it’s Burrclaw/Nightstorm, which unsettles many cats, as that meant that Blueheart was made a queen at an increadably young age

Darkwing and Duskfur apparently already knew and are just as angry that the tom that sired them is deputy of ShadowClan - refusing to refer to him as their father

Darkwing asks her mother why they don’t just ask help from Scourge, which brings many questions with that, but Blueheart refuses to answer

ThunderClan chooses to fight ShadowClan and as a result, Brokenstar is killed, though it is realized by Firepaw that no ThunderClan warrior killed him This stays a secret between Firepaw and Tigerstrike as they notice Yellowfang is surprisingly calm over the fact her leader is gone, but they don’t blame her

They chase off Nightstorm and some other warriors, but it isn’t long before he’s back in ShadowClan - as Burrclaw and then Burrstar - and he had apparently convinced WindClan that ThunderClan is not to be trusted

No cat is sure how he got his nine lives, but there is fear there

Redtail is killed mercilessly by ShadowClan when they attack the camp and Tigerstrike is injured protecting Firepaw from what would have been a lethal blow

He is made deputy after Redtail’s funeral 

He is uncomfortable with this and Firepaw asks why He reveals Goosefeather, the former medicine cat, only ever saw darkness in him Firepaw says he doesn’t see any and Tigerstrike laughs and says that’d make two cats - including Goldenflower

When Rosestar is killed, Tigerstrike is forced to become Tigerstar

Blueheart is his deputy and this time she talks to him privately about Scourge

There is a lot of hesitation, but he agrees

She brings Tigerstar to BloodClan and at first cats aren’t happy to see her, but when she says she has important news for Scourge, they agree to let her through

When they get there, she talks privately with the small tom, leaving Tigerstar alone to notice that one of the cats - Bone - seems content to have the molly back

Blueheart returns and says Scourge has agreed, but she seems uneasy

While returning to camp, she tells Tigerstar that Scourge has only gotten worse and how if need be, after Burrstar is gone, they need to prepared to see BloodClan as a possible threat

She is proved right when, a moon later, Burrstar is killed and Scourge decides he wants the forest to himself

Blueheart tries to confront and stop Scourge only to be killed at his claws

Firepaw, now Fireheart and the mentor of Cinderpaw, is made deputy

They take on Scourge and BloodClan Darkwing is killed in the battle and Duskfur is blinded - though he remains a warrior Petalsnow nearly dies but is saved by Dustpelt, who later becomes her mate

Some side notes

I image Tigerstar makes it until the start of what would be about the time of Omen Of The Stars Then Firestar would become leader

Cinderpaw is uninjured and becomes Cinderspark

Tigerstar and Goldenflower have one more litter - Brambleheart and Tawnyfur - way later [probably mid TNP]

Mothwing and Hawkfrost are never born BUT Burrstar likely has more kits out there than just Darkwing and Duskfur

Speaking of, design-wise Dark and Dusk are identical twins and look more like their mother - thankfully

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Moirai

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: After the niece finally comes around and visits Alfie, she realises she is in dangerous waters with the biggest shark in the water.

Warnings: Age gap.

The italic text is in a foreign language.

Part 1 | Part 2

“I’m only here to establish and alibi.”

It was doomed from the start.

One didn’t need to have a good eye for this kind of stuff to see that. It was plain as day, if things kept going the way they were, no one would make out if alive or well. Somewhere along the line, things had gotten faster than anyone could have guessed and there were consequences that were not easy to deal with.

But that didn’t matter to you.

You liked broken things. The small vase you kept to yourself after breaking it on your fifth birthday was the proof of that. Things that stood out and were weird seemed natural, like they were easy to interact with, almost. You liked crooked ends and abstract things from the start so you figured this growing interest in the jewish gangster was just another interest of yours.

Although this ‘interest’ could potentially kill you.

He was from one end of the world and you were from the other. It was dangerous to say the least. He was doing business with your uncle but that didn’t mean that your uncle was fond of the man, he was just a little scared with the late rising his people were having around London. There were no guards with you, although you were sure your uncle had someone follow you.

You shrugged the thought away while entering the warehouse. The weather was chilly but there was still sun out, hence the dress you were wearing. The small heels you were wearing clicked gently against the pavement, it was quite a lovely day which almost made you forget that you were walking into the lion’s den.

After the day in your uncle’s office, he was suspicious of something going on between you and the jewish gangster but you’d just told him that he was nice to talk to. That was partly the truth and the part that you left out was the fact that he had invited you to his office and you were probably going to end up on his bed tonight if he played his cards right.

Knocking on the front door once, you heard footsteps from the large twin doors but it took some time before you saw the young lad’s face. It was a surprised Ollie that greeted you. You recognised the lad and gave him a small smile but he already knew you’d be coming around. His boss had ordered everyone to tidy up the place for the lady who’d be visiting and Ollie knew better than to assume it was Miriam.

“May I come in?” you asked, your voice sweet and for a moment Ollie forgot who he was dealing with and nodded eagerly before he led you through a couple corridors.

The warehouse was seemingly busy, a ton of barrels and curious men with wide eyes worked around the space you walked through. There were many hidden rooms and gateways as far as you could tell but you knew Alfie’s infamous bakery was simply a coverup. Ollie stopped in front of a large door before a long sigh left his lips and he knocked on the hard wood.

“In!” came the words from the other side of the door, gruff and grumpy just like the Alfie you had met a couple moons ago. 

You barely knew the man but you’d heard plenty on the streets. He was a murderer in the eyes of some: someone with too much blood on their hands whereas some worshipped him. He had a sense of authority in his side of the community which made sense given the power he held.

You were greeted with a busy man as he held his glasses around the bridge of his nose and tried to read the paper before him. He didn’t realise Ollie had someone behind him until he lifted his gaze to meet your shining orbs. His mouth opened for a second but he didn’t say anything and shook his hand to signal Ollie to leave and the lad was quick to do so.

“Nice place you got here.” you said, not waiting for any kind of invitation to sit on the chair in front of his desk. He eyed you as you took of your long coat and revealed an airy dress underneath.

“It took you long enough to see it, eh?” he spoke, amusement swimming in his orbs as he lifted his eyebrows and watched you take off your gloves. You kept eye contact until you were comfortable on the chair. 

Your gaze lifted to the office then, it was what you’d expect. Dust was gathering around the shelves filled with papers and books. There were ink stains on some of the folders and the decoration was all made of wood for some reason. Meeting Alfie’s curious yet patient eyes, your gaze dropped on his rings before meeting his blue orbs again.

“Had to make sure you weren’t inviting me here to kill me...” you spoke and he chuckled which made you smile slyly. “..or something of the sort.”

You both knew that was on the cards. It didn’t matter that your uncle had a good business relationship with the men, he could easily start a long line of revenge killings and give your uncle something to do, just because he could.

“Now, why would I fuckin’ do that, eh?” he spoke but it wasn’t a question and he kept on talking. “Yer uncle won’t be giving me an easy time if I end up hurtin’ you, I fuckin’ imagine, yeah.” he said, chuckling at the end of the sentence as a form of agreeing with himself and you let the man be.

He was beating around the bush which was highly unusual. Alfie didn’t do that and it was easy to recognise why. He needed to get his point across quick and waste no time but now he was acting like he had all the time in the world.

“Why am I here, then?” you spoke and he watched your painted lips move. Such a small body could be so dangerous, he thought to himself while your eyes glistened. You could mess him up real good only if you wished for it and Alfie was keen on giving the choice to you.

You know why you’re there but it’s just as fun to wait for his answer.

Unlike the men you’ve been with so far, Alfie happens to be smart. You can tell he reads from the way he speaks so fast, even though most words are mumbled together. The gold on his rings is not only an indication of his wealth but of the history he has behind of the oppression. You recognise the little traits he has, because you have similar ones.

That’s not to say you’re similar to him, if anything you’re a wolf and he’s the lion hunting you down. You’re no sheep, Alfie knows that which is why he’s intrigued. His eyes scan your amused ones before he clears his throat and speaks. You’ll look lovely panting underneath him, he concludes.

“I should ask you the same fuckin’ question, seein’ as it’s my work place you barged in.” he says in one breath but you catch and hold onto each word. This man has things he doesn’t tell anyone and they bother him, you can tell.

You give him a smile but it’s unlike any you’ve given. This smile matches your age and your story, it’s you he sees. “I’m only here to establish and alibi.”

He laughs then. You both know he can kill you right here without anyone knowing for the next hour or so and he would get into trouble for it but that’s not the point, the point is that he could. The man is almost thrice your size and you see the large hands that hold his golden rings intact, he can snap your neck in two if he wants.

But he won’t. Not just yet.

“What about yer uncle’s men, hm?” he asks, hand tugging at his beard as he eyes you. He knows you’re no here to play games.

That’s not correct.

You’re here to play one specific game and that is only if Alfie manages to play his cards to his advantage.

“They think I’m in my friend’s flat around Cambridge.” you speak, as serious as you can be and he doesn’t chuckle in disbelief like he usually would. He believes that, and that works out for you precisely because it is the truth.

“You ain’t here for a cup of tea, lass.” he says, it’s his way of saying that you’re swimming with the big shark and that the waters are very deep and unpredictable.

So what?

“Oh good! I needed you to remind me what I was here for.” you speak, sarcasm evident on your face and Alfie considers pulling a gun on you but he’s hesitant.

Lust and frustration, not a good combination.

He chuckles as your expression. You don’t seem to be clueless but he doesn’t quite know how to go about things as he watches you. You seem fragile yet there’s the slyness of a fox in your eyes. 

“Lass.” it’s almost as if he’s hissing but it’s just a low grunt. You just smile.

“Yes?” you speak with a low smile and you know he’s straining himself from doing certain things. You can see the white on his knuckles.

“You ain’t going’ to play safe, eh?” he spoke with a low smile. He wasn’t keen on playing very safe either but having you do it was much more fun.

You just shook your head. 

Alfie gathered, you were either too smart for your own good or downright reckless. You watched as he licked his lips, he’d look much better without the beard you thought but the look suited the jewish gangster he was known to be.

“Would you rather have me play safe?” you spoke but before he could answer, you were already continuing your previous questioning. “I don’t think that’s very fun.” you scrunched your face at the last word and smiled afterwards.

Alfie was going to have you whimpering beneath him tonight, he told himself.

“You’re forgettin’ who you are, yeah....” he swallowed but it was not a nervous one. He had been sending you signals to stop if you’d wished to but you were going with full force. “..who your fuckin’ uncle is.”

But you knew who your uncle is, you knew it damn well.

You clicked your tongue first and shook your head second. This man was showing to be even more promising that you’ve thought and it only amused you further. “I don’t forget those things, believe me...”

And you didn’t. It was a dangerous world you lived in, even more so when your uncle was a known gangster. You didn’t loathe in it but it was a mere fact you had to deal with. The two guards you had with you at all times, the threatening looks you were given and the gun you carried in all your purses were the proof of that. There was no helping it.

You chuckled one last time, a childish yet devious smile on your lips while you locked eyes with the man. You didn’t have time to waste and as fun as it was, you didn’t want to spend any more time looking at his face when you knew, for a fact, that he could put his skilled hands into good use.

“Listen, Mr. Solomons...” you spoke with a low smile as his eyes bore into yours. “As much as I love our little banter here, I have about fifteen minutes before the guards start looking for me.” you uncrossed and crossed your legs as he watched, hypnotised.

“Now, would you like to spend that time talking or....” you bit your lip and spoke again, he was doomed from the way he was looking at you.“..doing something more productive?”

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“That’s nonsense, uncle.” you sighed, looking around for someone else to speak as your uncle flooded you with questions of his own.

After your little outing escape the other day, the guards did end up looking around for you for a bit. You managed to make it but it had taken you about twenty minutes before they found you and in your uncle’s time, that meant that something had happened.

And something had happened.

Alfie was a good kisser, you gathered. He hadn’t wasted any more time after your question, there was no need to do that anyway. You had gotten a little carried away, to say the least. You had gotten back with flushed cheeks and unevenly buttoned dress when the guards were looking for you but it seemed as though Alfie hadn’t gotten enough. 

You hadn’t slept with him yet but he had certainly acquired the taste of you.

“I was strolling around after leaving Sam’s place. I just got lost for a bit, is all.” you said once more to make sure he came around, and he always did.

“You’re sure, dear?” he asked, but that just meant that he already did believe you. He just wanted to make sure that you were on board.

“Yes. I am. It was a mishap and I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” you said sweetly while kissing his cheek and gaining a natural smile from the old man’s lips.

“Alright, then...very well.” he said, voice a little low but you knew the man like the back of your hand and from the way he sat down, you knew he wanted to say something before you left his office. “We’ll be having a gathering, a dinner of sorts...” he spoke, hand gesturing around the air as you looked at his sitting form on the chair. 

This was usual. Your uncle was well-liked in the high society around London and he had business dinners with a lot of people. If the invited guests that were business partners, that just meant that your uncle was looking to form an alliance, a strong one at that. It had happened with the greeks and if it meant that a business associate was invited into his own house, it usually meant that your uncle trusted them and wanted to expand certain things in the future.

You knew the drill.

You’d dress nicely and smile to the guests while they made some stupid joke about how young you were and just how fit you’d be for a wife. You’d smile and say you were studying, that usually got them off the hook. You’d be nice and calm with your nice dress and wave appropriately until they went off and you could ride your horse in the dark.

“A new alliance?” you said, voice soft as he looked at you with amused eyes. He had done some very good deals in the last couple of months and it was all because of this one man he had the true pleasure of doing business with.

“Hm, yes.” he spoke, nodding while he went through some papers. You just stood around, waiting for him to speak but he was slow today.

“Who’s the lucky gangster?” you spoke, a smile on your lips as the amusement reached your eyes. He chuckled at your pure silliness before he spoke. You were to behave nicely when the guest arrived and you both knew that.

“The jew.” he said, smiling fondly at you before you forced a smile.

There was only one jew your uncle knew.

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a/n: This is a tad bit late but I have so much to take care of for school i’m going insane. Anyway, i really hope you like it and lemme know what you thought please!! <3