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jaskierswolf · 5 years ago

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The Shape of Love (Pt.2/6)

Geralt had had the most peculiar evening.

The moment the ginger cat had wrapped around his legs he’d known that something was different. His suspicions had been confirmed when the cat had jumped up against his legs, and his medallion had practically leapt off his chest in reaction to the magic. What’s more was that the cat understood him and they’d been able to communicate, just about.

So far Geralt knew the cat was able to shift between his feline form and a human form, which did explain the cat’s fondness for beer, but Geralt didn’t know why he’d chosen to stay as a cat. Surely it would be easier for him to eat and drink as a human, but the cat seemed quite content to lap at the small mug of ale and chew on the left over bones from Geralt’s dinner.

The barkeep was not as impressed with the cat’s behaviour and Geralt had to keep pulling him off the top of the table and back onto his lap.

Once Geralt had finished with his food and drink he stood up with a heavy sigh and the cat leapt from his lap with a discombobulated yowl.

He stared up at Geralt with bright cornflower blue eyes and flicked his tail angrily.

“Time to go, Mister Fuzzball.” Geralt smirked and then remembered the cat actually had a room to stay in. “For me anyway.”

The cat yowled and pawed at Geralt’s leg.

He tilted his head as he looked down at the ginger cat. His fur was all tousled from where Geralt had been petting him. Geralt had never managed to stroke a cat before and he’d been surprised when he’d started purring in his lap. The sound had rumbled under Geralt’s fingers and Geralt felt more relaxed than he had in years. He had never envied humans so much before but he knew it was unlikely that he’d ever find a cat that liked him enough to repeat the experience.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Geralt grumbled. “You heard the man, no rooms.”

If cats could roll their eyes Geralt was certain that this one would be, and he yowled insistently looking pointedly at the stairs.

“You want me to go upstairs?” Geralt asked incredulously.

The cat spun around slowly and meowed again.

“Are you always this bossy?”

The cat trilled, looking somewhat smug.

“Hmm.” Geralt opened his arms and the cat pounced at him. His claws dug into Geralt’s arms as he settled but Geralt’s armour meant that he barely felt it. “I’m not carrying you everywhere.” He grumbled but it was a weak protest as the cat head-butted his chest and purred.

Geralt sighed and carried his feline friend up the stairs. He looked down the short corridor that led into the rooms. One of the doors was ajar. He decided that was probably his best bet and he was sure the cat in his arms would have no problem in biting him again if he got it wrong.

He gently pushed open the door. There was a single bed pushed up against one wall. Brightly coloured clothes were folded neatly on the dresser and the window was cracked open. The room hummed with magic, although the cat sniffing his medallion probably was throwing his senses off. There was a calming mixture of lavender and chamomile wafting through the air. He hummed and tried to scent the cat subtly. There was a faint trace of lavender on his fur so the aroma of the room was probably one the shifter preferred in his human form.

The ginger cat gently pawed at Geralt’s face then squirmed in his arms and leapt onto the bed. He clawed at the sheets and spun round before plopping down happily on the pillow with a contented yawn.

Geralt tilted his head at the cat. “Don’t you want to change back?”

The cat opened one eye and then pointed its nose towards the pile of clothes on the dresser.

Geralt looked between the cat and the clothes. “Right. I can look away?” He suggested.

The cat’s ears twitched but he made no attempt to move.

“Hmm.” Geralt decided it would be best to make himself at home. “You can’t sleep on the pillow.” He grumbled as he unbuckled his armour.

The cat hissed lightly.

“I guess you could always sleep on me but I won’t fit with you like that.” Geralt insisted, pulling his shirt off over his head.

The cat’s ears perked up and he watch Geralt with an intense stare.

Geralt hummed in exasperation, remembering that underneath the feline form was a human. A human who seemed to have no shame about watching him get undressed. Luckily growing up in Kaer Morhen Geralt was used to a lack of privacy and the cat’s unwavering gaze didn’t bother him particularly. He’d seen many strange things in his long life, this wasn’t even in the top ten.

Once he was ready for bed he grabbed the ginger cat by the scruff of its neck and pulled him, yowling, off the pillow.

“I warned you, you bastard.” Geralt grumbled.

The cat sulked and got his revenge, once Geralt had laid back on the bed, by clawing at Geralt’s chest leaving pink scratch marks before he too finally settled down to sleep, purring softly in the darkness of the room.

Geralt fell asleep faster than he had in years.

The next morning Geralt woke up sweating and hot, which was a rare occurrence for a witcher. He’d completely forgotten about his feline friend from the night before until he realised that he couldn’t breathe through the face full of fur. He pushed the heavy lump of fur away from him with a start and jumped at the loud thump as something hit the floor.

There was a yelp followed by a low growl. Geralt sat up and lunged for his sword when he noticed a large russet wolf snarling up at him from next to the bed.

“Fuck!” He pulled his steel sword from its sheath and pointed it at the wolf.

But he didn’t strike.

Those eyes.

Cornflower blue.

“Mister Fuzzball?” He asked in disbelief.

The wolf barked and its tongue flopped from one side of its mouth.

“Huh.” Geralt mused. “Not just a cat then?”

The wolf wagged his tail and barked again.

“Can you change into something less conspicuous? I need to get my money for the cockatrice.” Geralt reached out and scratched the wolf behind his ears.

The fur shifted under his fingers, it became coarser and shorter. The thick pelt underneath the surface thinned out and the wolf shrunk into a mutt with floppy ears and freckles on his snout.

“Still not feeling human?” Geralt asked with a tilt of his head.

The dog shook his head and wagged his tail.

“Can you at least try and tell me your name?” Geralt asked. “I could say the alphabet until we get to the right letter?”

The dog barked and so Geralt began to recite the alphabet slowly.

“Jaskier?” He asked once the dog pounced up and licked at his face.

Jaskier yapped and spun round in a circle.

“Your name is buttercup?” Geralt smirked. “How is that better than Mister Fuzzball?”

Jaskier growled and pulled at Geralt’s underwear. Geralt cursed as he suddenly found himself stark naked in the middle of the room. Jaskier barked and rolled onto his back, wagging his tail, yapping what was probably a laugh. “Little shit.” Geralt grumbled. “Get out whilst I get dressed if you’re gonna be like that.”

Jaskier whined but shifted once more into kestrel and pecked at the window. Geralt rolled his eyes and let him out. “I’ll meet you in the stables, in ten minutes. Don’t be late.”

Jaskier nudged him with his beak and then took flight. Geralt almost envied the shifter. The freedom to fly like that, must be incredible. The humans probably wouldn’t take too kindly if they knew the truth about him though. They had an innate hatred of anything that was different, and yet somehow witchers were the monsters in their eyes.

He sighed and finished getting dressed. The barkeep was already cleaning glasses behind the bar when Geralt finally made his way downstairs. The man looked surprised to see him.

“Where’d you come from?” He asked suspiciously.

Geralt moved his fingers to form Axii. “I had a room.” He murmured.

“You had a room.” The man repeated. “Of course. Hey, you didn’t happen to see a bard on your travels? He was supposed to play for his room last night but disappeared without a trace.”

Geralt smiled faintly.

A missing bard.

Jaskier, it had to be.

Geralt nodded. “He lost his voice, came down with something. I’ll cover the cost of his room, but I need to see the alderman first. He owes me for the contract.”

The barkeep furrowed his brow. “That’s awful kind of you, witcher. Does he need any food taken up to his room?”

Geralt shook his head. “I’ll take something up when I get back. He’s still sleeping.” He lied.

Jaskier would probably still be sleeping if Geralt hadn’t dumped the wolf onto the floor this morning. So he didn’t feel too bad about the lie.

By the time he reached the stable, Jaskier was waiting for him. A red squirrel sitting on top of Roach’s head, between her ears, chattering away happily.

Geralt found the cockatrice head amongst her tack and picked it up. Jaskier jumped onto his shoulder and scurried up his arm. The squirrel sniffed at the bloody head and squeaked before running back up Geralt’s arm and onto his head.

“Jaskier.” Geralt growled.

Another squeak.

“Hmm. At least sit on my shoulder.” Geralt sighed and plucked the squirrel into his hands.

He held Jaskier up and peered at him. Jaskier flailed his tiny arms in the air.

“Why are you following me anyway?” Geralt asked.

Jaskier squeaked and squirmed in his fingers.

“Maybe I should find you a tiny lute to play.” Geralt smirked, remembering what the man had said about a missing bard.

The squirrel froze and stared back at him with soft blue eyes.

“Missing bard at the tavern and a shifter with a room. Not hard to put two and two together.” Geralt shrugged and turned his hand over to allow Jaskier to crawl back up his arm.

Instead he hopped back to the ground and landed as the floppy-eared dog from before.

Geralt rolled his eyes and headed from the stables towards the alderman’s house. The man was a weaselly sickly pale man with mousy brown hair and glassy blue eyes. He stank like booze, even this early in the morning. Geralt dumped the cockatrice head in front of the man. He wasn’t surprised when the bag of coins was half full and not nearly as much as he’d been promised. He challenged the alderman who just fobbed him off with excuses about Geralt taking longer than expected.

Jaskier snarled next to him and snapped his teeth at the man.

“Master witcher! Control your beast!” The alderman’s scent soured with fear.

Geralt shrugged. “He’d be nicer if you paid me what I’m owed.”

“Poppycock!” The man cried. “How the fuck would a dog know the difference?”

“Witcher’s dogs. Specially mutated to sniff out human’s bullshit.” Geralt lied easily.

Jaskier growled and bared his teeth at the man.

Geralt leaned in closer. “When they get really angry, they turn into a wolf. They don’t call us the school of wolf for nothing.”

Jaskier’s ear twitched and Geralt could have sworn he was almost smiling.

“You’re lying!” The alderman cried.

Geralt smirked and glanced down at Jaskier.

Jaskier barked and his fur rippled. His ears stood up straighter and his bones crunched as he grew. He shook and then wagged his tail, never taking his blue eyes off the alderman.

“Am I?” Geralt asked with a tilted of his head.

“Fuck!” He swore and ran to the safe to collect the rest of Geralt’s coin.

Geralt threaded his fingers through Jaskier’s fur. He was wearing gloves now so the effect wasn’t quite as calming but Jaskier nudged his snout into Geralt’s leg and wagged his tail.

“Take it, witcher. Just get the fuck out of my town.” He yelled. “Mutant freak!”

Jaskier growled low in his chest.

“It’s alright.” Geralt murmured to the wolf. “I was going anyway.”

Jaskier whined and looked up at Geralt.

“Stand down.” Geralt insisted.

The wolf huffed but shifted back into a dog, he turned and sulked out of the house.

“Don’t expect a job here any time soon, mutant.” The alderman spat.

Geralt raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Let’s just hope that’s the last of your monster problem. Thanks for the coin.”

Geralt followed Jaskier into the streets. “Come on, Jask. I need to get Roach and get out of here. You coming?”

The dog tilted his head and barked with a wag of his tail.

Geralt allowed himself a smile. He’d never wanted a companion for the road, but then he’d never met anyone quite like Jaskier before.

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404gendernotfound · 5 years ago

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My Little Squirrel Part 2 (Hybrid!Jisung x Reader)

Summary: After spending your evening at the shelter you had to head back to do something for university even though it was hard for you to part with your favorite squirrel. Since university was stressful and time consuming you couldn’t manage to visit the shelter as soon as you wanted to.

Contains: fluff

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 4,2 K

Enjoy!

Part 1

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A huge smile grew on Jisungs face after I had promised him to visit him as often as possible. We kept laying in each other’s arms for some time after that just until he had fully calmed down. Thankfully his sniffling had stopped and he sat up to lean with his back against the wall. He looked a bit flustered since his cheeks were tainted a faint pink, probably because he felt a bit embarrassed for crying and clinging to me in his weak moment. He had scooted a bit away but he was still looking at me from his position. I moved on the bed so I was sitting at the edge of the bed facing the door. I looked at the clock next to it seeing that it was already 4pm which meant that I already spend half of my day here at the shelter trying to get Jisung to smile again. I looked back at Jisung to see that he was still watching me with his still slightly red eyes from crying. I send him a smile and scooted back to lean against the wall too, still keeping that little distance between us.

“Are you ok for now?”, I asked and watched him nod.

“Do you feel like joining the others again or do you want to be alone some more?”

I asked this with caution since I didn’t want him to think that I was trying to force him to go back to the other hybrids. Jisung looked as if he was thinking hard about my words. He scratched his head before he began to speak.

“I think I’ll be fine. You can go home”, he mumbled quietly and avoided to look directly at my face.

He must have noticed that I was thinking about going home soon since I kept looking at the clock from time to time. I still needed to prepare something for the next day since I would have to return to university again for some lectures. Jisung somehow looked a bit sad now that I looked at him a bit closer. I felt guilty for being the cause of the sad expression on his face right now. I reached out with my hand and placed it on his trying to sooth his worry about me leaving.

“If you don’t want me to leave yet I can still stay here a bit longer. I still have to do something but it’s not as important as you right now”, I explained and softly squeezed his hand.

Jisung looked at me and softly smiled. He shook his head and retreated his hand from mine.

“No, it’s ok. I’m ok. Don’t worry about me”

“Are you sure?”, I asked still concerned for the boy right next to me.

“Yes. You go home and do whatever you still have to do”

I wasn’t sure if he was just trying to cover up the fact that he didn’t want me to leave or if he really was ok for now. I stood up from the bed and grabbed my bag. I saw Jisung unwrap himself from the blanket and start to fold it until I stopped him.

“Don’t. You can keep it. It’s yours now.”, I said and wrapped the blanket around him again.

With my hands still resting at the edge of the blanket and right next to his face, Jisungs cheeks turned a darker shade of pink and he tried to hide his face in his hands.

“Thank you. I’ll treasure it forever”, he whispered and peeked through his fingers.

I couldn’t handle his cuteness. I softly ruffled through his hair before I held out my hand for him to take it.

“Let’s go to the others, shall we?”

He grabbed it and nodded happily. We walked out of his room and through the corridor to the common room where the other hybrids were playing. As we walked in 5 bunnies came walking over and gathered around us.

“Hannie how are you?”

“Are you feeling better?”

“Don’t get sad again, ok?”

They attacked him with thousands of questions and I thought Jisung would go back into panic mode but he stayed calm by my side and let all the questions get poured over him. One of them pulled him into a hug and the others shortly joined after. I had to smile at the sight in front of me. Jisung was in the best hands right here. I cleared my throat to get their attention again before I started to talk.

“You guys have to promise me to keep him safe and take care of him while I’m not around.”

“You’re not staying with us?”, a bunny asked and walked over to hug me.

“No, I can’t stay with you. But I’ll come visit you more often. So I’m counting on you to take care of that little ball of fluff over there”, I hugged him back and pointed at Jisung who shyly smiled in my direction.

“We will take care of him. Don’t worry”

“Alright. So I gotta go now. I’ll keep in touch with bf/n so if anything happens just tell her and I’ll know what’s going on. I’ll be off now.”

Before I could leave the common room Jisung came over to me. He stood in front of me and looked at me. It seemed like he wanted something but didn’t know how to say it.

“Do you want a hug?”, I asked smiling at him and he nodded.

I pulled him closer to me and wrapped my arms around him cautiously. He hugged me tight and buried his face in my neck again.

“Get home safe and visit soon”, he mumbled and squeezed me one last time before he stepped back and smiled at me.

I ruffled through his hair, which made him giggle and then made my way to the entrance. As bf/n saw me she came from behind the counter and hugged me.

“You’re going home?”, she asked.

“Yeah. University starts again tomorrow and I gotta prepare something for the lectures, so I have to go. If something happens with Jisung you contact me, right?”

“Of course. You’ll know when somethings going on. Text me when you get home”

“I will”

I waved goodbye before I left and walked back home. As I arrived at my apartment I texted bf/n that I arrived at home and then sat down at my desk to prepare some stuff for tomorrow. I was planning on visiting the shelter again after the lectures but I still wasn’t sure if I would be able to.

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Since the lectures went longer than expected and we already had to do a lot of stuff I didn’t really find the time to visit the shelter the last two weeks. I sometimes called bf/n and asked how Jisung was doing but other than that I just couldn’t manage to see him. Today was the first day after a while that I found the time to visit my best friend and my favorite boy. I arrived at the shelter at around 3pm. Bf/n was currently talking to some potential hybrid owners when I walked in through the door. I waved at her and walked past the entrance to the common room. As I walked into the room I saw that Jisung was sitting in the corner on a bean bag, reading a book while he was wrapped in his star blanket. I had to smile. He really seemed to love this blanket. I walked over and stood next to him. He didn’t even look up to check who had entered the room. He seemed not to really care.

“What are you reading?”, I asked looking at the open pages.

“Oh it’s just some book I found in the cabinet”, he answered and kept his focus on the pages.

I was a bit confused. Was he already not interested in me anymore that he just reacted like this?

“Are you not going to greet me?”, I asked confused about his behavior.

He turned his head towards me and his eyes began to sparkle.

“IT’S YOU!”, he almost screamed, instantly dropped his book mindlessly to the floor and almost jumped into my arms.

“Woah. Easy there, Hannie. We don’t want any of us to break a bone”, I laughed and wrapped my arms around him.

“I missed you. Where were you all this time?”, he mumbled and looked at me with big curious eyes.

“I had a lot of stuff going on with university. I wanted to visit you a lot earlier but I couldn’t make any time for it. I’m glad I could see you again today”, I explained and hugged him even tighter than before.

I was so glad to see that he was doing fine and seeing him this happy just from seeing me made me incredibly happy too. Jisung seemed like he didn’t even want to let go since he kept hugging me as tight as possible. I sighed relieved that he wasn’t disappointed in me for not coming to see him earlier and buried my face in his neck. Being this close to him I could smell the scent of his skin and to be honest it was the best thing I’ve ever smelled. Not to be cheesy but he really smelled like honey and I could almost hear the bees buzzing in my head as I was reminded of laying in a beautiful meadow and watching the bees fly from flower to flower. Jisung began to giggle as I nuzzled my nose against his neck which made me smile. We separated from the hug and he looked at me with big puppy eyes as he shyly grabbed my hands.

“Can we cuddle some more?”, he asked and looked at me as if he had a great need for affection.

“Of course. Let’s go over to the couch”

We walked over to the couch and I laid down with my back against the pillows. Jisung joined me with a dark red color painting his cheeks as he crawled on top of me. He laid his head down on my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist holding me as close to him as possible. I wrapped my arms around him and put one hand in his hair to play with it while we enjoyed this moment.

“Tell me if I get too heavy”, he whispered and looked up at me.

“You’re as light as a feather. Don’t worry”, I replied and ruffled his hair.

Jisung smiled and closed his eyes. It almost looked like he was filling his batteries again with the affection I was giving him. It was unusually quiet in the common room. Normally the 5 bunnies would be roaming around not letting one just have a quiet moment for once but now it was silent and no one was to be seen. It could be that they were sleeping in their rooms and maybe even one or two of them had been adopted in the time I wasn’t here. While Jisung was laying on top of me I saw his tail move behind him from time to time. I just now noticed how damn fluffy it looked. He must have noticed where I had been focusing my gaze on since he smiled at me and intentionally wiggled with his tail.

“What are you looking at?”, he asked and I almost chocked on my spit suddenly feeling shy myself.

“Your tail looks so fluffy. I can’t help but look at it.”, I admitted and watched his smile get even brighter.

“You can touch it if you want to”, he said and moved a bit up so I could reach better for his tail.

My god was his fur fluffy. As I touched it my hands were almost buried in an ocean of dark brown and long fur that was extremely warm to the touch and felt like touching a cloud. Jisung giggled as he saw the expression on my face showing how mesmerized I was with his fluffy tail. Shortly after that he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek instantly pulling me down from my cloud back to reality. I looked at him shocked and noticed my cheeks heat up as I realized what he had just done. Other than usual he didn’t look as shy as before. He radiated confidence and almost a bit of pride as he watched my face turn into a tomato. I felt like I had been frozen. Jisung moved his hand in front of my face trying to get me out of my trance but all I could do was look at him and try not to panic over the fact that this cute squirrel had just kissed my cheek with the biggest confidence I had ever seen in my life. He laughed at my current state and moved to sit on my lap instead of laying on top of me. It didn’t make my situation easier and caused me to blush even more. He seemed to enjoy my lack of words and seeing me this flustered since he tried everything he could to make me even more embarrassed. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he moved closer and cupped my cheeks with his hands.

“You look cute when you’re this embarrassed”, he said and leaned even closer.

Instead of replying to him I sat up a bit and cupped his face with my hands. He closed his eyes and I used that moment to fight back. I moved closer and pressed a long soft kiss to his forehead before I moved away again. As I saw the face I wanted to see, his cheeks all red and totally flustered, I smiled satisfied.

“Now we’re even”

Jisung moved back to his position before and snuggled against me trying to hide his flustered face. I continued to pet his head as he closed his eyes and rested. After some time of silence he began to speak again.

“Tell me about your home”, he mumbled quietly without lifting his head to look at me.

“Alright. It’s nothing special. Just a small apartment for myself where I usually don’t spend too much time since I’m either at work, university or out with my friends.”, I explained.

“And is there like a spare room?”, he asked out of nowhere.

“There is one. It’s currently my guest room but since I don’t really have guests over that spend the night I might just turn it into my office so I can have a bit more space in my bedroom with the desk missing then.”

“Oh. Ok”, Jisung said, sounding disappointed and somehow sad.

I didn’t really realize his intention until I noticed the sad look on his face. There was something he wasn’t telling me or that he was afraid to tell me. I turned my head so that I could look at him and softly lifted his chin up with one of my hands.

“Why do you look so sad hearing that?”, I asked still clueless about his intentions behind that particular question.

“It’s nothing.”, he whispered turning his head away.

“Come on. If it was nothing you wouldn’t have that look on your face. You can tell me everything, remember?”

He nodded and then looked back at me and began to talk about the last few days. 2 of the rabbits had left the shelter to live with a new family and the other three were currently on their trial week to see if their new potential owners could take care of them meaning that Jisung was currently alone at this part of the shelter. A few new hybrids came in but they were all still in quarantine for safety reasons and they would join him by the end of next week. I understood now why it was so quiet and why he had looked so bored when I had come in.

“So you’re all alone?”

He nodded and his faint smile completely vanished from his face. It broke my heart to see him like this. It looked like he was about to start crying every second now.

“And so you asked me if I had a spare room so I could take you in cause you feel abandoned? Is that it?”, I asked slowly getting a hang of the situation.

Jisung slowly nodded and turned away from me.

“I’m sorry for asking. I should go to my room now. I need to sleep.”, he suddenly said as if he wanted to avoid talking about it longer and just as the words had left his lips he was already gone.

I was left on the couch, confused about his behavior and even more confused about his reaction. It wasn’t like I rejected his proposal. Thinking about what words I had said before maybe he misunderstood and thought that with telling him that I would refunction the guest room it would mean that there was no space for him in my life. Which I definitely didn’t want to say. There would be nothing better than having a cute, sometimes clingy but always loving squirrel roaming around the apartment. Since I wanted to give him a bit space I walked to the entrance to talk to bf/n. Maybe she could help me a bit. As she saw me walking towards her, she already knew that something was wrong with me since she instantly pulled me into a hug when I arrived at the desk next to her.

“Did you two fight?”, she asked and I shook my head.

“Then what is it? You can tell me”

I told her what had happened and explained what the situation was. She couldn’t believe that I had been that stupid and didn’t get his message.

“Not to sound rude but you were dumb. That boy had been asking for you every day since you left the shelter a few weeks ago. He is so in love with you. He has been talking about you nonstop. He must feel hurt right now since you didn’t get his message or because he misunderstood. You should go to him regardless him needing space right now. If he hears your explanation he will understand. I’m sure”, she told me and softly pat my shoulder trying to cheer me up.

“You’re right. I should go and see how he is doing.”

“I’ll be right here if you need me.”, she said and smiled before I walked away and back to Jisungs room.

His door was slightly open, almost as if he had been hoping for me to join him. I knocked on the door.

“Hannie, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“It’s Jisung!”, he answered, almost sounding angry.

I was shocked by his words and didn’t know what to do. Maybe it really was better to leave him alone for now until he had calmed down again.

“I guess I should go then. Sorry”, I mumbled almost not noticeable and walked back to the entrance.

As bf/n saw me she frowned. I just shrugged, waved at her and made my way back out onto the street walking towards the bus station to get back home. Almost arriving at the bus station I got a call from bf/n.

“Hey. What’s up?”, I asked confused since she had just seen me a few minutes ago.

“It’s Jisung. He ran after you”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE RAN AFTER ME?”

“He came to the front desk a few minutes after you left and asked where you went. And I might have said that you went to the bus station and he might have instantly took off and even though I ran after him I lost sight of him. That little fucker is just too quick”

Hearing her words I almost instantly started to panic. Hearing that Jisung had left the shelter wasn’t really shocking but the fact that he did it alone meaning that there would be a possibility of people trying to maybe get a hang of a rare hybrid right now. And I really wanted him to be safe.

“Did you explain where the bus station is?”, I asked already looking around maybe already spotting the squirrel somewhere.

“I tried but before I could finish he already ran out. I would have gone with him if he just waited and didn’t instantly take off.”

I heard in her voice that she was already panicking. I started to walk around the bus station trying to maybe find him somewhere near.

“Where are you right now?”, I asked through the phone.

“I’m at the market. I lost track of him just before I called you. We really need to find him. But you should stay at the station. Maybe he might really find you”

“ARE YOU NUTS? I’m not going to just wait here and maybe never see him again. Stay on the phone. I’ll go search for him now.”

I heard her sigh on the other side of the line but since she didn’t answer I knew that she knew that I was right. The risk of losing him was higher than ever and I wasn’t going to risk that. I began to walk back trying to figure out where he might have gone on the way. It was already starting to get dark and I was about to lose hope to find him when someone crashed into me and instantly clung to me.

“Don’t leave! Please!”, I heard him begging and a huge stone fell from my shoulders when I heard his voice.

“He is with me.”, I said over the phone.

“Oh thank god! Please get him back here safe. He’s gonna get the biggest scolding of his life. Just wait until I see him again”

I had to laugh at her words. We ended the call and I put my phone away turning my head to the squirrel clinging to me as if his life depended on it.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? DO YOU KNOW WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU OUT HERE? YOU NEED TO BE CAREFUL”

Jisung looked at me with big eyes, shocked that I was almost screaming at him. He kept his head low and just listened to what I had to say.

“We could have lost you. GODDAMN SOMEONE COULD HAVE JUST KIDNAPPED YOU AND WE WOULD NEVER KNOW. NEVER. DO. THAT. AGAIN”

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t let you go with you being mad at me”, he said in a small voice almost starting to cry.

I sighed and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m not mad at you. I just wanted to give you some space to let you think. I’m so glad that you are ok”, I mumbled against his neck as I hugged him tight.

He stayed silent and hugged me back even tighter. We separated from the hug and I took his hand.

“Let’s head back to the shelter. Don’t let go of my hand or I might lose you again and I don’t want that. Understood?”

He nodded obedient. We walked back to the shelter and it was already dark when we arrived there. Bf/n instantly walked towards us when we entered.

“Do you know how worried we were? You can’t just take off like that! You know exactly how dangerous it is for you especially to go outside alone. Be more responsible and think before you act. Do you understand me?”, she asked and looked at Jisung, who looked down at the floor again.

“I understand”, he said in a tiny voice and I squeezed his hand to show him that everything was ok now.

“I would have gone with you if you would have just waited a bit longer. Next time just be a bit more patient, alright?”

“Ok. I’m sorry”, Jisung apologized and looked back up at her.

After talking a bit more we walked back to Jisungs room. He sat down on his bed still looking like a scolded puppy. I sat down next to him and he instantly turned to me.

“Are you still mad?”, he asked.

“Jisung. I was never mad at you. How could I ever be mad at you, huh?”, I said and reached out to pet his head.

“You know…when I said that I was going to rearrange my spare room I didn’t mean to reject you. I actually didn’t even understand what you wanted. To be honest I would be really happy to have you around at all times of the day.”, I confessed and watched Jisungs sad face turn into a huge smile.

“Really?”, he asked, his eyes sparkling and almost watering from excitement.

“Yes, really”

As soon as these words left my lips Jisung already hugged me. So tight that I almost couldn’t breath anymore.

“Thank you.”, he mumbled quietly and shortly after that I heard quiet sniffling.

As I looked at Jisung he was crying.

“Hey. Don’t cry”, I whispered and stroked his cheek, wiping away his tears.

“I’m just so happy”, he cried and smiled at me.

How could he get any cuter?

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innesmaciver · 4 years ago

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Mummy & Her Chicks

Innes smooths down the front of his sharply creased plaid work shirt, straightens the ID at the end of the lanyard around his neck, levels his glasses, and steals a look at his reflection in the glass beside the door. With a bit of frown, he straightens a few errant bits of his recently-trimmed fringe.

There.

Fig. 1. View from the MacIver home farm, Isle of Harris.

Both his natural bits and his glamor look neat and professional, if he does say so himself. And so he does say as he gives himself a hearty mental pat on the back.

From Innes’ padded right shoulder, Punky runs a red paw tipped with golden yellow claws over his scaly head and collar of short spikes. The little dragon, looking like a housecat-sized version of the great beasts of myth, cheeps a question in his bird-like voice.

“Aye, you are indeed the most handsome bloke in the whole of Glasgow.”

Punky sits up straight, posture perfect, spreads his wings, and gives them a brief rattle.

Innes chuckles. “Now that we’re properly chuffed, it’s time to get to work.”

Punky stomp-stomp-claps his forepaws as he tucks his leathery wings down to his back.

“That’s the spirit! Now: the job!” Innes raps his most professional rap on the black-painted door and waits.

That door—set into the front of an imposing red brick house on a rather posh street in a very nice section of south Glasgow, one of those houses that has big gardens front and rear shaded by mature trees, the sort of house Innes and Punky could never afford in even their wildest dreams—swings open on a sparkling, red-haired person in their mid-twenties.

Innes double-takes them and squeaks (most unprofessionally; he cringes internally), “Cherish?”

She blinks blue eyes at him a moment, her brow furrowed as she searches her memory. “Innes? The same little Innes from Paisley I used to babysit?”

He smiles across the now-vanished height difference. “Not quite so little now, yeah?”

“Oh my god! It is you! C’mere!” Cherish lifts him clear off his feet and hugs the air from his lungs.

Punky squawks nervously, digging in his claws to keep his perch; to be perfectly frank, Innes squawks, too.

Cherish sets him down and pushes him away, but keeps hold of his shoulders as she drags her eyes from his toes to his crown. “You’ve sure grown up handsome!”

“It’s been twelve years, yeah?” Innes shifts his feet in their heavy work boots, cheeks warming, and strokes along Punky’s neck to calm them both.

“Good lord, it’s been that long?”

“It has.”

Cherish smacks her forehead with her open palm. “Where’re my manners? Come in, come in!” She waves him into the close with both hands.

Innes hops over the threshold and resettles the bright new wicker capture basket over his arm on landing.

“You went and did it, huh?” grins Cherish.

Innes tilts his head. “Did what?”

“Got yourself a breathing dragon. Became a proper MacIver like I said you should.”

“Oh, that. Aye, that I did.” He grins. “That’d be why I’m here, after all.”

“Lucky for us! Follow me to the trouble!” Cherish twirls to march deeper into the house.

“Lead on, ma’am.”

Cherish snaps one-hundred-eighty degrees around and Innes barely avoids crashing full-frontal into her.

Punky digs his claws into Innes’ shoulder and squawks afresh.

“Ugh! Don’t you dare call me that!” Cherish scolds.

Innes takes another step back and gestures for calm. “It’s polite?”

“No no no! You always call a woman ‘miss’ until she corrects you. Flatters her ego.”

Innes files that away. “I’ll be sure to do that from now on.”

“Good.” Cherish softens and smirks a tad. “Take it you haven’t been a working man long?”

“I’ve been an apprentice for a couple years, but this’s my first call flying solo, actually.”

“And you drew our house?”

Innes glances about the tastefully decorated foyer. “Certainly looks that way.”

Cherish smacks his arm, totally playful. “This is so awesome! Little Innes is all grown up and has a dragon familiar!” Cherish skips up a flight of carpeted stairs past a window glimmering with colorful stained glass as Innes pursues. “What’s your pretty friend’s name? He’s a lesser Hebridean, yeah?” she asks.

The dragon puffs up, sings a bouncy little tune.

“This’s Punky. He’s technically my partner, not a familiar, and yes, he’s a lesser Hebridean, but he thinks he’s actually Freddie Mercury.”

“He’s got a lovely voice, but can he play the piano?”

Innes looks to Punky.

Punky looks to Innes and gives his best shrug: a brief, fluttery flex of his wings.

“We’ll have to find out after we take care of whatever I’m here for.”

“That’d be in here.” Cherish steps from a long hallway into an expansive bedroom decorated in soothing greens and blues, complete with a giant bed and what looks like a working fireplace.

Faint scraping and cheeping reaches Innes through the masonry. He steps closer to it and prompts, “They’re in the chimney?”

Cherish crosses her arms and frowns at the fireplace. “They’re in the chimney and they’re raising a ruckus all day, which keeps my da awake. He’s slowly going mad with lack of sleep.”

“That’s not ideal.” Innes scratches the back of his head, poking Cherish’s childhood descriptions of her father back into the depths of his memory. “You … you think it’s dragons instead of birds because …?”

“Because I saw one of the little scaly bleeders crawling into there from the roof. With what looked like a mouthful of sparrow.”

“That’s likely a dragon.”

“You think?”

Innes shrugs. “It could be a very confused and unhealthy squirrel.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Not at all. You didn’t meet Chompers, the Terror of Harris.” Innes shakes head as he fits the red and blue lenses of the x-ray specs over his glasses.

“You’ll have to tell me about that someday,” Cherish laughs.

“If I ever have another free moment. The boss’s promising to run me ragged.”

Cherish pulls an exaggerated pout. “I haven’t seen you for yonks and here you are promising to disappear again.”

“I, I never disappeared. Went from Paisley to Mount Floridon and Loch Tay, then Harris, and now here with a job to do. Always been in the directory.”

Cherish beams reassurance like sunshine. “I mean I let us fall out of touch, but we’re living in the same city again and we absolutely have to catch up, aye?”

“Aye,” says Innes, smiling relief. He takes a deep breath and turns his attention to the brickwork.

The magic bound to the x-ray specs reduces the structure of fireplace, chimney, and wall to a greenish mist, revealing three fingerling dragon chicks curled up under the wing of an adult the size of a crow nestled in the throat of the flue.

“And the verdict is?” prompts Cherish.

“There’s a nest of boomers, complete with mum, in there.”

“Great. Scaly pigeons.”

“Don’t hate on them too much, yeah? I wouldn’t have this dream job without their special sort of nuisance.”

Cherish snorts a laugh. “You know why they call them ‘boomers,’ right?”

“I’ve heard a few versions of the tale. What’s yours?”

“Because the damned things always come back like bloody boomerangs.”

“That’s a new one on me.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. Been running in different sorts of circles, apparently.” Innes returns the colored specs to their case on his toolbelt and pulls on his dragon-skin gloves, then crouches, eases Punky to the floor—”Down you go, buddy.”—and folds the fire screen aside. After a bit of twisting, he gets his top half into the fireplace, his spine braced against the back wall.

“What do you see?”

“Absolutely nothing. It’s black as midnight in here.”

“Need a torch?”

“Naw. I can make my own. Let there be light!”

The tight space fills with a sourceless golden glow.

“You must save a fortune on batteries.”

Innes hums agreement as he scopes the situation. The spot he’s in is barely wider than his shoulders, coated with soot, and sealed at the top by a hinged metal plate.

“So how do we get them out?” Cherish leaves the barest beat. “Is it magic? Please say it’s magic.”

“I’m actually thinking more along the lines of opening the damper a tad and scooping them out.”

“Aww ….”

“This job isn’t always the stuff of legends.”

“Says the man making like Santa Claus.”

“Fitting, seeing as I’m about to deliver you some presents.”

Cherish laughs again.

“Would you be so kind as to open my basket, nudge it closer, and work the damper? Open it maybe halfway?”

“Got it!”

A bit of scuffing and something bumps Innes’ foot.

“Ready?” calls Cherish.

“Ready!”

A metallic grinding, some scraping, and somethings soft and scaly bounce off Innes’ nose—

“What the—” Innes sneezes himself down hard onto the grate.

—and emit tiny chick-cheeps from his lap, along with pricking his thighs with needle claws.

Innes spits feathers, says—

Leathery wings batter his face and chest, then retreat and—

A yank at his belt, then—

Cherish squeals, then laughs.

—Punky shrieks his absolute indignation.

—an adult boomer peeps an interrogative at a relative distance.

—nothing, but coughs out even more feathers and spits into the ashes. He cradles the baby boomers close to prevent escape and uses his free hand to scrape yet another pillow’s worth of feathers from behind his glasses.

“Are you all right?” giggles Cherish.

“I’m a bit down in the mouth—”

Cherish groans.

“—but unharmed. Never heard of a dragon hoarding feathers like this, though.”

“It’s not hoarding. She wanted her chicks warm and cozy. Isn’t that right, mummy?”

Another questioning chirp arrives in answer.

Innes nestles the chicks in his basket, then wiggles his way out of the fireplace to stand on the hearth. He pushes up his glasses, clears his eyes with his cuff, and blinks. “You caught her?”

“Yep!” Cherish holds up the utterly confused adult female boomer trapped in her hands, lightly iridescent gray-blue wings pinned and legs and tail dangling immobile. “Snagged her right out of the air! Even little Freddie missed her!”

Innes smiles down at Punky. “Next time I’ll let you off your lead first.”

Punky sniffs approval, but some sulk remains in his posture.

“I’ll take her off your hands.” Innes opens his.

“Here you go.”

Innes takes a solid hold of the now rather miffed dragon—who looks overall like a cross between Punky and a small iguana—pours her into the basket with her chicks, and locks the lid behind her. “Suppose … suppose I’ll have to give you a discount for that.”

Cherish pouts, hands on hips. “I wasn’t already getting one?”

Punky leaps onto Innes’ shoulder, shakes his wings into alignment, then drapes himself around Innes’ neck.

“The discount’s for family only.” Innes straightens up with basket in hand.

“I’m almost family?”

“You babysat me twelve years—”

“The fuck’s all the noise?” growls the person who slumps against the doorframe, the one who resembles Cherish in age and face and coloration enough to be her sibling. They haven’t gotten sleep or sun in much too long, if their surprising dead pale skin and the dark half-moons under their eyes are any indication.

“Hi, Da! Did we wake you?” asks Cherish, absolutely chipper.

Mr. Lennon glares perfect exasperation at her. “I’m fucking sleepwalking, of course. And sleep-talking.” He looks to Innes, blinks a couple of times and says, “You catch them, MacIver?”

“I caught the mum!” sings Cherish, peering around Innes, “and he got the three itty-bitty babies!”

Mr. Lennon grunts and shuffles into the room. “No. You’re not keeping them.”

“But, Da!”

“No. Dragons.”

“They’ll actually be happier on the outskirts than in the city like this,” adds Innes.

Cherish gives him a dark look. “Whose side are you on?”

“That’d be the dragon’s side, where he should be and stay,” says Mr. Lennon. “Now, Mr. MacIver, do everyone a favor and take those little noisemakers away so I can get some bloody fucking sleep already.”

“But, the mess?” Innes gestures to the feathers, soot, and ashes dotted across what looks like an antique rug. “I’m to—”

Mr. Lennon waves dismissal, then herds Cherish and Innes into the hall. “I’ll have the cleaners see to it when they’re in tomorrow.”

“Oh. Thank you, sir.”

Mr. Lennon inclines his head and slams the bedroom door in their faces.

Innes and Punky blink rapidly.

A deadbolt clunks home.

“He is such a grump,” sighs Cherish.

Innes gathers his scattered wits while waves a hand over his clothes, evaporating the smudges and down they’ve collected. “How long’s it been since he’s had proper sleep?”

“Maybe a week.”

“Poor soul, no wonder he’s a tad short on patience.”

“That’s no excuse for that kind of rudeness.”

“Perhaps, but it’s as near to one as I can think of.”

Cherish huffs. “Can you stay for a cuppa?”

“Unfortunately not. I have to drop this lot off at headquarters, then be on to my next call.”

“Aww ….”

“There’s no rest for the wicked.” Innes gives her a winning smile.

“You? Wicked? Puh-lease.”

“I’m only starting out. Give it time.”

“Never! You’re one of the good guys!”

Innes laughs along. “Guilty, I suppose.”

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Image credit: Chris Downer. Urgha: view along the Laxdale Lochs. Image file (.jpg). 15 August 2012. CC BY-SA 2.0. https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/3283041

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bakugous-abs · 4 years ago

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Day 4 of Halloween 2020!

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My human doesn’t know that something other than me watches her when she sleeps. Her big brown eyes and her big round face are my favorite in the whole world, and I am so jealous when the others watch her. It’s not fair! She’s my human and she chose me! I was just a little puppy in the streets when she took me and kept me safe!

Now, I have to keep her safe. While she dreams and mummers “Deku-kun”. I don’t know who this Deku human is but they must be good if my human likes them! But, the other isn’t a very nice one. He’s a weird shadow. Sometimes he shows up but sometimes you just feel them there. My fur stands up and I start barking, but then I get in trouble. I don’t know why I get in trouble when I’m just trying to warn her!

There was a night a few weeks ago that I don’t know what happened, but the other was really angry. It was really late and, like usual, I was laying on my human’s feet. It was nice and cool and the window was open but I wasn’t chasing the squirrels because I’d hurt myself. Or, that’s what my human says when I look out the window. Squirrels make fun of me from the window though. I don’t like them much.

Anyways! The other thing! It’s some kind of shadow human but it’s really tall and has a really weird smile. Like, part of its non-fur is missing or something. It gives me the creeps so I always growl at it.

So this other night I was sleeping soundly when the creeping sound came from the hallway. Sometimes it scrapes its fingers against the wall or whatever and it makes a really scary noise. It never stays on the walls which is confusing, but my human never seems to mind it so I guess it’s fine. The scraping sound came closer and closer to the bedroom and my human still didn’t wake up! She just snored away on the bed.

So, what did I do? I growled at the door. My tail was between my legs but the shadow couldn’t see it so I was fine. My growls got louder and my human mumbled at me to be quiet. But, my growls were what was keeping it from the bedroom! I stopped growling and the sound started again. It came closer to the room until the door was pushed open.

I didn’t want to but I was brave for my human. I stuck my nose out there and almost ran right into it! The shadow was right outside the door and my human was still sleeping! I gave a bark but she didn’t listen. So I did what any good dog would do: I ran down the hallway away from the bedroom like the scared dog I was. While I ran by the shadow, it reached down and swiped at me. My neck felt like it was on fire and I yelped in pain. I bolted down to the living room with little pride, or confidence? I don’t know the word.

My human came running as I yelped again when the shadow came closer. I kept barking at it and just before my human came into the room the shadow left. What a coward! He didn’t even want to stay to show what he’d done! I would be so ashamed if I was him. Wait, I’m getting sidetracked again. The story, right.

So my human came into the room and ran over to me. Naturally, I nuzzled into her touch and whimpered. If I showed I was really hurt maybe I’d get treats.

“What did you do, Grav? Your collar is burnt a bit and your neck has a really bad burn! What happened? Are you okay, boy?” She said before taking my collar off. Usually I’d run around when that happened but not this time. I looked towards the wall where the shadow had gone but of course my human didn’t understand. There were things we just couldn’t understand.

Instead I got a little pat on the head before she got this really, really cold thing and put it on my neck. It didn’t feel good, but the peanut butter she gave me was great so it was okay! She couldn’t figure out what had happened so we went back to bed but the door was shut very well, or so she said, so that I couldn’t hurt myself again. I wish I could tell her that it was the shadow that did it.

Everything has been calm for a few days. Tonight seems especially calm. We went for a walk, said hi to this boy with really weird green hair that my human acts strange around, and came home to watch tv all night! She even scratched behind my ears forever! It was good.

When we went to bed I felt really weird. Like something bad was coming. I tried to tell my human but she didn’t listen. “We went for a walk already!” She said before tucking me in next to her. I tried to sleep but kept staring at the door. It didn’t move but I was waiting for the shadow to come back again.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with my tongue making my chin wet. I slurped it back before shifting closer to my human. She pet my ear before turning over so her back was touching me. I always liked this spot, it was nice. But then I heard the door open. The shadow crept into the room and I growled slowly. It almost looked at me, I’m not sure it can do that but it seemed like it, as it moved closer. My human was sleeping next to me soundly without a care in the world and there was the shadow staring us down.

What am I supposed to do other than try my best to get it to stop? I nudged my human and they stirred but then went rigid. It scared me so much that I started to whine. That’s when I noticed that the shadow was standing next to her and leaning over her. I think she noticed too.

Her scream filled the room and hurt my ears. She never screams so it really must have scared her. I was scared too. I jumped off the bed and moved away from it. She followed. But the monster followed her too. It floated above the bed towards us and I started barking at it. I don’t really know what I was doing, I just felt the need to.

It reached out and grabbed me by the collar. Before I knew it I was against the wall. The burn in the neck spread to the rest of my body and I howled in pain. I saw how scared my human was and I tried my best to stand up. I gave a small growl before hitting the floor again. I couldn't stand up!

Instead I had to watch as the shadow stood over my master and stared her down. She started to cry as I crawled towards her. Instead of hitting her, it hit me again. I used the last of my strength to bite down hard on its hand. It tasted gross, like the burnt food my human sometimes dropped. I watched the shadow fade before my vision went dark and I fell asleep.

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chasseurdeloup-retired · 5 years ago

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Dreams Most Fowl || Erin and Kaden

TIMING: Current LOCATION: We just don’t know PARTIES: @corpse--diem and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: Erin and Kaden are feel a little squirrely at a funeral

Kaden had nothing but dreamless sleep ever since Regan had come home. It was deep and he woke up still tired, but at least it was fucking sleep. Alarm was going off. He slammed it off and quickly got dressed into his running gear. “Yogurt’s on the counter,” he called out to the still tiny Regan as he clipped Abel’s leash into place. “Wait,” she called out from the tissue box, climbing out of her makeshift bed. “I need to show you my latest crumb drawing,” she said. “After my run. Pr--” The word caught in his throat, either voluntarily or otherwise, he wasn’t sure. “After,” he said as he headed out the door, Abel in tow. A few quick stretches and he was off, jogging out of the neighborhood towards Gallows Grove. Try as he might to avoid it, the cemetery was some of the nicer plots of land nearby. It also may have become a bit of a habit given who he was dating. But he wasn’t drawn to death. Not like she was. As he ran, he started hearing a chirping behind him. And squeaking. Must just be the animals in the trees. But oddly it sounded… louder than normal. Whatever. He kept on running, Abel by his side. Totally normal.

Dirt thumped onto the casket hovering above an open grave as Mr. Rodriguez’s widow’s tears filled the brisk morning air. There was nothing abnormal about today. Not for Erin. This was as routine as filling out paperwork in her office. She stood towards the back as the mourning family said goodbye, her eyes drifting to the sea of headstones surrounding them. The air felt eerily still when she locked onto ‘Nichols’. That wasn’t right. Her family’s plot wasn’t even in this cemetery. Hair on the back of her neck stood upright, like warning. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as she watched grassy dirt shift and move in front of her father’s plot, struggling to climb it’s way out. The empty plot where her father would have been if the witches hadn’t helped her send his decaying carcass into another world. A shrill yet thundering squawk overhead tore her eyes from the sight. A shadow stretched out, darkening every corner of the cemetery and then some. It was the gust of wind that knocked her and the panicked mourners on her ass that got her to look up. Through their screams of terror, one of them voiced the question her mind was screaming but her lips were too shocked to form. “Is that… is that a bird?”

Abel was running steady beside Kaden when they came across a funeral. Merde, he usually didn’t run into funerals this early in the morning. Shit. Jogging past them felt so disrespectful. Shit. Turning around felt worse. Maybe they wouldn’t see him. Only the people dressed all in black were waving at him. Okay, then. Kaden tentatively waved back. White Crest was fucking weird. Before he could consider why the fuck they were still waving and looking past him, Abel was tugging at the leash and twisting behind him to bark. “Come on. There’s nothing th--” Kaden twisted to look back and saw it. The source of the chirps. “Bordel de putain,” he muttered to himself right as he tripped on the pavement ahead of him and went toppling to the ground. Fuck, that hurt. Right. The people weren’t waving at him, they were pointing at the giant fucking bird behind him. His eyes were fixated on the creature as its beady eyes darted and flitted around, looking for something. But what? Shit. Didn’t matter much. Kaden scrambled to get up and tried to pull Abel back, jerking the leash towards him. Only there was nothing on the other end. Just a dust drawing of his nose where he should be. “What the fuck?” he mumbled. A bellowing squawk came from the bird and he started to turn to run away when he ran into something. Again. The fuck, he wasn’t normally this clumsy. “Erin?” he asked as he realized who he’d just accidentally shoulder checked while trying to get away.

At some point, Erin had started running. She didn’t remember scrambling to her feet or ditching the fleeing family at the gravesite. But here she was, booking it through the grass, only vaguely aware that she suddenly also wasn’t wearing shoes anymore. Not relevant. Not when the gush of wind from another flap threatened to send her flying again. It wasn’t the bird that nearly bowled her over this time. “Jesus--” she groaned, narrowing her eyes as she just barely caught herself. “Kaden?” Of all the people she could have run into, this was the last person on earth she expected and her face mirrored that surprise. “Christ, were you a linebacker in another life?” She grimaced, holding and shrugging her aching shoulder. Outside of the giant fucking bird, this didn’t feel right. If she had more than a few moments to focus, maybe she would’ve noticed how time was playing fast and loose with her perception, or how the landscape and the expression in faces of the mourners kept subtly changing around them. What she did notice was the way the ground was shaking. Suddenly the cemetery was filled with people, standing in awe, watching something just beyond the trees. She couldn’t see it though. “What the actual fuck is going on?” She asked, trying to catch a glimpse at whatever horror these people were screaming about.

“Sorry,” Kaden muttered. What the hell was Erin doing here? And was she shoeless? Kaden figured that didn’t matter. What mattered was getting the hell away from that big ass bird. “Hunter strength but we don’t have time to--” The rumble of a chipr rang out along with ripples of giant talons scratching along the ground in the distance. He wasn’t sure what Erin was doing here, but he grabbed her arm and started to direct her to follow him, they had to run from the bir-- His hand dropped and he stopped in his tracks as the ground became even more unsteady. It rattled and shook and the trees across from the beant and broke until big, fuzzy grey paws broke through. Then a nose, twitching to reveal huge, square, sharp teeth. The beady eyes were looking right down at them, the small ears swiveled in their direction. The squeak and squeal roared out at them. “Putain,” Kaden said, gaze pinned on the squirrel as it came straight towards them. He turned. Yup, bird still behind them. There were sounds of applause and cheering that started nearby and Kaden looked to see the mourners clapping as they watched the scene in front of them. “What the fuck?” He knew White Crest was weird but this was next level.

Did Kaden just say hunter? Erin didn’t push it. For some reason Kaden was here, and so was a bird the size of Mothra. All that mattered right now was not getting plucked up and swallowed whole for dinner. Time crawled as the oversized squirrel revealed itself, trampling through the trees, snapping them like twigs beneath monstrous paws. This was it, huh? Of all the fucked up nonsense this town had thrown at her, giant woodland creatures were going to do them in with an ecstatic audience cheering on their impending doom. Wait. Erin stilled. A bird and a squirrel? There was something familiar about that combination eating at the edge of her consciousness. The squirrel’s chittering and squeaking pierced her ears and the word run was screaming louder than anything in her brain. The crowd of mourners were suddenly startling quiet, still as corpses themselves, the corners of their lips forced upward in unnatural, wide grins. “Oh, fuck this,” Erin murmured as she started elbowing her way through the crowd, casting a look back to see if Kaden was following her when the casket caught her eye. It was open. It shouldn’t have been open. It shouldn’t have been empty. When she turned, she realized she was running straight towards Mr. Rodriguez. Eyes still sealed shut, his skin was dripping as if he’d been in there for months instead of hours. Like her father had. Like a zombie. He smiled and waved and she veered hard into the woods away from him.

Kaden took off at a run at the same time that Erin did. There was a casket. Sure, that made sense, this was a funeral, even if it was a weird one. What didn’t make sense was the man climbing the fuck out of it. “Putain,” he said as he jumped away from the body as it waved at them. Fucking hell. Kaden swerved to follow Erin, running after her towards the forest. He weaved in and out around trees, dodging braces, the cawing and chittering bellowing behind them still. As he ran, the trees started to thin out, the path ahead got clearer. That didn’t make sense, he was sure they had run north, deeper into the woods. But all the same, the way opened up and the ground beneath him became more even until it wasn’t dirt anymore but hardwood floors. The trees that had been reaching out were gone and he was surrounded by the four walls of his apartment. His run slowed to a jog and then a walk. When Kaden turned to look behind him, the door was even there, as if he hadn’t just come there from the woods. What the fuck?

“Kaden, over here! You can see my drawing now,” a small voice called out. Regan? His brow furrowed but he walked towards the counter. “It’s missing something,” she said, furrowing her brow and tilting her tiny head, arms crossed in front or her as he approached. When he looked down, he saw a surprisingly detailed crumb rendering of a marble gravestone. The grass and flowers, all perfectly pictured with tiny remnants of crackers and bread. “Ah, that’s right,” Regan said as she went back to work rearranging more crumbs. “This is perfect.” When she backed away, the headstone had a name above the epitaph. Kaden Langley. Gone but never forgotten. Beloved by family and friends. “That-- That’s just like what we saw at the carnival. Why would you draw that?” Kaden asked, eyes wide and slowly backing away from the counter. “It’s what I do,” she said simply. Kaden backed away more and stumbled and tripped over a root, falling down onto what was once more the dirt ground. When he looked back, a squawk rang out. He screamed. The bird’s colossal beak was right above him, ready to swoop down and pick him up.

At some point in her scramble in the opposite direction of that nightmarish scene, Erin realized she’d lost Kaden. Maybe he should have been worried or turned back to check but she couldn’t stop running, even as the rocks and branches scratched up her feet. Why had he even been here? Fuck. She should go back. When she finally had the nerve to glance back, all she could see was trees, inexplicably denser and darker than when she’d run through them. No Kaden, no corpses, no fucking woodland creatures though. This was fine. This was fine--she slammed into something hard but soft, sending her bouncing backwards. Looked up to see a giant, grey paw as big as her sunk into the dirt. Where the fuck had this thing come from? Hadn’t it behind her? She frantically scurried backwards as it sat up on its hindlegs, sniffing the air, beady, black eyes locked on Erin.

Her back hit a tree and she glanced around, trying to find somewhere to run. The forest had cleared out in front of her but the woods behind her had seemingly multiplied in just a few seconds, jutting up from the ground like prison bars. She couldn’t run through it if she tried. She was trapped. This was it. This was actually the end. The squirrel was leaning down again, the looming shadow swallowing any sunlight from above. All she saw was giant, snickering teeth and mischievous paws reaching towards for her. All Erin could do was close her eyes and pray it’d at least chomp her down in one go. Tried to think of anything else to soften the incoming blow. Nic’s shy smile, pancake breakfasts with her family, Betty curled up in her lap--

A deafening POP filled the forest. Suddenly she was drenched and getting lobbed with gooey chunks of… something. It was raining. She felt that too. The squirrel was gone when she opened her eyes but a horror scene had been left in its place. Looked down at her hands, her arms. Red. Everywhere. Did it--did it explode? At least it was fucking dead and she wasn’t. She could breathe. She looked up again, the man from the casket suddenly inches from her face. Grinning, teeth sharp and menacing, eyes bright blue and hollow all at once.

Kaden tried to scramble away, but the bird had grabbed his leg and picked him up so he was flying in the air upside down, away from his apartment, tiny Regan waving as everything grew smaller and smaller. The world below became nothing but a sea of tree tops, until he caught sight of the cemetery again. And the fucking squirrel. The bird swooped down to give him a better look. No, there was no swooping, just falling. Lots of falling. Kaden screamed as the sight came closer and closer, faster and faster. Even then, he couldn’t miss the squirrel exploding, viscera flying everywhere. At the same time, so did the funeral attendees, their heads beant back and their chests exploded, heart and lungs bursting out of their chests before they collapsed in place. Kaden tried to scream again, sure that he was getting close to the ground below when he felt the world spin and jerk around. He heard rattling and cheering and screaming nearby. Was he-- He was on the roller coaster. “No hands, Langley,” Wu said, turning to him and prying his fingers off of the restraint. Every inch of him knew it was a bad idea, he tried to hold on, but he couldn’t, she wouldn’t let him. “Come on, it’s fun.” It was the last thing he heard as the car took another loop and he toppled out of his seat, falling into a black abyss below.

Kaden jerked out of bed, sitting up, sweat beading on his forehead, trying to catch his breath. Bed. Blankets. Wing. Wing? He looked next to him and saw Regan fast asleep and her wings were sprawled out, one was resting on top of him. Dream. That’s all it was. He rubbed his face while the dog peeked his head up to see if it was time to go out. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered to Abel. And that was exactly what he planned to do himself. Hopefully dreamlessly this time.

Erin was still screaming when she launched herself out of bed, tangled in bedsheets. Her knees hit the floor and the deafening silence of the dark room had her reeling. It’d been a dream--a fucked up, hyperrealistic one, but a dream nonetheless. She was fine. She was sweating, struggling to catch her breath, heart lumped in her throat--but she was fine. “The hell--you alright?” A tired but worried voice broke her thoughts. Of course she’d woken Nic, suddenly awake and alert. Right. That kind of thing happened when you woke up screaming next to a hunter. Hunter. Kaden. That’d been weird too. “Sorry, sorry--I’m fine, it was just a dream,” she waved it off, a little embarrassed as she pulled herself to her feet. “Fuck, ow,” she hissed and slumped down onto the bed. Froze again when she pulled her leg up, spotting the small cuts littering the bottoms of both of her feet. She remembered she’d been running. But it was… just a dream?

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writerfangirlbooks · 5 years ago

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Tall like a Squirrel, Short like a Moose

Crowley x Reader Prompt: Sam becomes a Moose and Dean becomes a squirrel after Rowena put a spell on them. Word Count: about 2800

Possible Spoiler: A witch is mentioned who doesn't appear until season ten.

A/N: No real romance or anything, just a fun little story! A two parter moved together from my Wattpad fics.

Credit to gif owner!

You have only been a hunter for a few years and had run into the Winchester brothers a couple months ago. Their hunting abilities were the first thing that attracted you. They definitely had skill. Their physical appearance and intelligence was also a big plus.

You had been on only small cases - until the brothers took you witch hunting. That's where you met Rowena. You hadn't been introduced to Crowley, but knew that was his mother. It was almost difficult to wrap your mind around how she appeared younger than him, but you supposed that was what magic did.

"Y/N, get the pistol and check the bullets are there," Dean instructed.

The three of you quickly barged into the unfurnished apartment and discovered the red head sitting cross legged in the very center of a circle that was surrounded by runes and foreign symbols.

Rowena lifted her head, a sneer transforming into an ugly smirk. She was in very modern styled clothes, but seemed to be ancient with her ways. The witch stood up and was taller than you in her heels.

"Third time won't be your charm, boys. It took you so long to find this place," she boasted.

"And now that we did-" Dean snarled. "You get to die."

You winced. You knew he didn't have trouble with getting ladies, but that was a horrible line. You felt the pistol cold in your hand behind your back, hiding behind Sam Winchester. So far, Rowena could not see you. Whether or not she could somehow sense you, you were unsure of.

"Any news on Fergus?" Rowena asked, clearly unaffected by Dean's threat.

Earlier that day, the boy's had informed you on Crowley, who he was, along with his family history. He was the big bad king that had somehow left his kingdom alone. But like you said, you did small hunts. Nothing that had previously attracted the attention of the King of Hell. You planned on taking down his mother and getting out of his sights, incase he were to come after you for whatever reason, though the brothers assured you he hated his mother.

"No," Dean said sturdily, glancing to the knives on the table in the corner.

You stood precisely behind the taller Winchester, following his exact movements. You were supposed to be a surprise. That was, until she began to quickly speak in a language that was unknown to you. Dean and Sam morphed into animals and you stumbled back. You stumbled back as fast as you could as Sam transformed into a moose. In a diving moment, Dean changed into a squirrel.

You gasped with wide eyes and took in the brothers' new appearances. Rowena met your eyes and smiled. Before disappearing into a poof of nothingness, she teased, "Have fun with your new pets, darling."

You were stunned. The two animals known as Dean and Sam Winchester turned toward you and made very inhuman sounds. The squirrel scurried to your feet. You feet obligated, but hesitant to pick him up. The moose was taller than you, which was a bit frightening. You questioned how you were going to get them home to the Bunker, four hours away.

You set Dean on Sam's back, trying to hide your smile, as you went outside to the 1967 black four-door Chevy Impala and unlocked it with the keys that had been in Dean's bag. The animals appeared to growl at you, but you were still too worked up over what had just occurred to notice.

A witch that was the mother of the King of Hell just transformed Dean and Sam Winchester into a squirrel and a moose. That was definitely not normal.

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"Dean, stay still!" You screeched. It was hard enough to fit the moose-sized Sam in the back seat, but Dean Winchester - he was running ramped throughout his own car. You thought he would at least try to contain his squirrelly emotions as a squirrel.

An inhuman noise growled back at you with the sounds of teeth chattering behind it. Sam tried his best not to move, but at every corner bonked his horns against the headrest that was occupied by you. Dean finally scurried into the backseat on the floor, but careful enough not to be stepped on by his brother.

You finally arrived at a motel, knowing there was no way you were driving hours back to the bunker with the guys in this state. You paid for one single room and ushered the animals in as quickly and quietly as possible. You locked the car with a loud chirp before hurriedly checking for traps in the small room.

Sam laid down in the middle of the floor, which was disturbing while you were pacing back and forth. Dean tried to crawl on your shoulders, but only ended up scratching you multiple times. He finally jumped on the bed and sat on the one pillow, waiting for your plan. The plan that you didn't have. It wasn't like you could go and demand that Rowena change the boys back, which was something you should have done as soon as they became animals. You were too afraid, honestly. She could have done something to you and then there was no way the guys could ever be transformed back.

Before you had time to set up any traps for demons or otherwise, a British voice spoke from behind you, praising a hello. You stared at the squirrel, hoping that would make the voice disappear. Sadly, Dean only cocked his head as the man spoke again.

"I did say hello. The polite response would be to say that back." Finally, you turned around. Sam was standing on his hooves and making an unpleasant sound which left you which some possibilities of who this stranger might be. Once you turned, you were just shorter than the older attractive man in a dark suit with a crude smile.

You still said nothing, hoping that could play to your advantage. You quickly needed to find out details: identity and motive. The man narrowed his eyes at your silentness and scanned through the room. He smirked gruesomely, a smile that turned your insides.

"Quiet like a mouse, aren't you? Well, I see that you have Squirrel and Moose, though I can only assume how that came to be. How did it, love?" The man asked, clearly taunting you. He was arrogant with raised eyebrows, a swagger evident without you ever having seen him walk. His hands in his pockets innocently.

You took a steady breath and prepared to answer. Two guns were four feet behind you in the closet and a knife was on the television set, but you would have to pass the Moose. You didn't know who this man was, but you were willing to do or kill whatever it took to turn the Winchesters back into their regular sarcastic selves.

The man's eyebrows were raised as you were deciding what to do. He had a surprising amount of patience as it felt like each second was making the walls come in on you. Dean made a type of hissing sound, probably threatening him in squirrel language. You felt Sam close behind you, always having your back. You had to bite down your own smirk. The boys had taught you a lot more than you had learned after being on your own, and deception was definitely one of those tricks. You had to be careful, especially when you had only one guess of who this was.

"Well," you began carefully. "I think you have mommy-dearest to blame for that."

Crowley tilted his head. There really wasn't much space between the two of you. You could maybe fit two bodies in between, if that. Even Sam as a moose wouldn't fit. Maybe four or so Dean sized squirrels. You weren't nervous, but could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You heard the rummage of the cleaning lady humming down the hallway.

"Do we, now? So you have her location then?" Crowley was extremely calm and his eyes never stray from your being. Whether he was taking in your dirty appearance or poorly pinned back hair or focusing on your moving features, he was always noticing. That should have been nerve-racking to you, but you were confident. You knew you had a fair match in a fight.

"There is no 'we', Crowley. You popped yourself in. How did you know where we were?" You demanded. You turned your head and saw Dean scampering with a growl to the closet, where his knife was.

"I have my ways, mouse. Though you're not too quiet anymore, are you? Where is Rowena?" He asked, his gaze hardening. You heard the moose make a large huff behind you and saw him walk over to where Dean was. You wondered if that was a sign, but you weren't a mind reader, especially when it came to understanding animals.

"Don't call me mouse, Crowley. All I want is a way to turn the guys back. I'm not sure you could do that," you responded, trying to watch the animals out of your peripheral vision, but still keeping an eye on the King of Hell. You were glad you guessed correctly.

"I could definitely find a way," Crowley said certainly. "And if you don't want me to call you mouse, dear pet, what would you like me to address you as?"

You were sure he had something up his sleeve, but wasn't sure what. So you answered: "My name is Y/N, but you don't need to call me anything, because you won't be staying long."

To the opposite of what you would have liked, Crowley smirked. Dean jumped forwards, sensing Crowley's movement before you did. Unfortunately, Dean landed only in a spot between where the two of you had been - Crowley had taken you elsewhere.

You stumbled backwards and squinted, adjusting your gaze. You were in a large, dark and open room, that had one door and no windows. You noticed the two shelves lined next to each other filled with books and notebooks and random objects. The floor below you was now black tile and the walls were grey. There was a large brown desk in the corner. Everything except for one object was spotless clean - a ratty dark purple sofa. Your first instinct was to check for any threats, but the only sound you heard was your breathing - along with Crowley watching you.

"Where did you take me?" You asked. You met his eyes, but could not find a motivation. You didn't feel scared, but once again, your heart was hammering. The brothers had told you that Crowley was no longer in or ruling Hell for the time being, with Lucifer out of the cage.

"I took you somewhere that is unimportant of titles to you. I needed you alone from Squirrel and Moose, so we could talk without being chirped at," Crowley answered, frustratingly avoiding the question.

You crossed your arms, hoping to look impatient. As much you wanted to know where he had really brought you and why, there was something more important at hand. The Winchesters. Your friends. They had been changed into animals and they needed back into their human bodies, otherwise a lot of people were likely to die.

"We're alone now. So tell me how to fix Dean and Sam," you said, irritated. You felt the need to pace, but sturdied your boots as best you could. You were glad you were wearing your thin light blue jacket, since you only had a black tank top underneath. Ripped navy jeans, tall black boots, as well to finish your outfit - not the best for a negotiation.

"Right to the point, it is," he sighed. He walked over to the shelves and you straightened your back. You were nearly defenseless. You could do the old-fashioned street fighting, which you were good at, but would have to be careful with your small figure.

"I didn't bring you here to fight," Crowley promised. You tried not to let your shock show. That was literally what you were just thinking. Your e/c eyes widened, however. "You're smarter than that, mouse. I'm the King of Hell. I can do something as simple as read minds."

"Did you plan on letting me know or just allow me to look like an idiot?" You questioned. Crowley's smirk grew, pleased with the reaction. Now you really had to be careful and think to yourself in code, so he wouldn't figure out whatever you plan may be. You still had to come up with a plan, however.

"It doesn't matter, now that you do know, mouse. So about your Winch-" Crowley was interrupted by you. His smirk fell and you pointed your index finger in point.

"They are not my Winchesters." After pointing, you continued to cross your arms and tried to find a good area to walk around. The small vicinity between the two of you was not helping you think, especially since it had to be done very carefully. You began to walk away, towards anything but the demon. You weren't sure why you couldn't keep eye contact, so believed it best to focus on something else.

"Huh. If you're sure about that," he said nonchalantly.

"I am," you responded without turning back. You knew it was dangerous to turn your back to a demon, but had an odd reassurance inside of you that he wouldn't hurt you. He had assured you of that. Finally, you walked over to the desk. There was an empty photo holder face down and a couple of papers in a language you didn't know. There were three unopened envelopes.

Crowley grew anxious as you examined the letters and began walking towards you. "Enough snooping," he told you. "You want the Winchesters back into their bodies, though you say they aren't yours and you aren't in a relationship with one particular-"

You interrupted him again, your courage back. You set down the papers and faced him. "Did you bring me here to question my love life or to help me?"

He didn't answer immediately. Crowley seemed to actually ponder your question, maybe because he didn't know. It wasn't only to ask about single or taken, or solely to help you. He could have asked about dirt on the boys, or actually tried to flirt, or even just fight and hurt another person the Winchester's cared about, because he wasn't one of them.

Crowley moved past you, suddenly he was the one avoiding eye-contact. He reached for a book that was again, in a foreign language. The only language you knew besides your familiar English, was Spanish because you had taken three years of it in high school over ten years ago. He flipped through some pages, not finding what he was looking for.

"What's in there that you're searching for?" You asked after a moment's hesitation.

"It's a spell... it reverses human-animal transformations," he said, not paying much attention to you. You didn't understand why you wanted him to look at you or even explain what this book was about or say why he had it.

"Did you try looking in the index?" You took the book from Crowley, though reluctantly, he allowed it. His hands still hovered where he had held it. You flipped through to the back of the large book and found the S's and pointed where a word similar to spell was written.

You handed it back to him and his warm hands brushed against your chilled ones. Crowley moved back to the beginning of the book and ran his finger across a spell. He lifted his dark eyes and didn't speak for at least thirty seconds. Then again, neither did you.

"Read that. Then bring me back my book, Y/N. You'll know how to find me," Crowley said.

You wanted to tell him to wait, that you didn't feel as if this meeting was finished. You were too late; you were back in the motel room and found yourself face to face with two animals pacing. They both barked, or whatever moose and squirrels did. You read aloud the spell with your voice shaking.

You hadn't even said thank you.

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Chapter 1-2. Telephone Interview

One extremely hot afternoon in July, when the cottage-dwellers didn’t venture to poke their noses out to the sultry dusty streets of a little town, a milky-white Butterfly was hiding in the shadow of green tangles.

When the sun reached its highest point the Butterfly suddenly flushed and hovered high under the blazing sun over the line of ancient oaks, still remembering the former glory of a small town old school and towering majestically along the carved fence of a football stadium. She landed on an oak leaf, spread out her wings and glued down to the green surface, stock-still, as not a leaf was stirring.

If you could come nearer and get a closer look at her, my dear reader, you could see that this lovely Butterfly herself looked much like a leaf, with golden streaks imbuing her wings, silky-smooth and sleek. Having been almost lulled, the Butterfly suddenly twitched and glanced upwards. Tiny mosaic patches of dazzlingly blue sky sparkled through the canopy of emerald leaves, luring to the eternal sky depth and calling up childhood dreams…

A teenage boy sprinted to the centre of the empty football stadium from the near-by house and hurled himself down on the ground. He lay sprawled on the grass for a few seconds. Then he rolled over onto his back, his hands beneath his head and his knees crossed. Lying in the very blaze of the sun, he sucked on a blade of grass and talked to himself, waving his right leg in a sneaker in the air.

Under summer's scorching glow the air resembled в transparent jelly, slightly rippling in the absence of the wind, blurring the shapes of the objects. The Butterfly squinted her eye to the boy and then attracted by his voice, left the tranquil emerald coolness and flittered to him to perch on the waving sneaker as at the swing. And that is what she had heard:

I have just sat the exams and consider not to proceed with A-levels. At least this year… And to find a job. I live in my grandaunt’s tiny house. She has no her own children. Grandauntie agrees that extra money would help, as her pension is the only source of money for us to live on. Five years ago my parents went missing in the mountains. The police told they must had been lost under the rock avalanche. But grandaunt says they fell in the battle with the Stone Men at the Orkney Islands. The first time I have heard about the Stone Men I got realized that all what has happened, and this newly-obtained responsibility to grow me up… in short, all this was altogether too hard for her and she went a bit “mental”.

She usually minces along, mumbling something to herself under her breath and waving her arms like the wings of a windmill. She talks to me only to call me for meals and to allocate household duties. And, as we both don’t bother cleaning the house, we live in perfect harmony – I would have even forgotten English if I wasn’t attending school.

She has lived all her life alone and she used to talk to herself, her second important interlocutor being “the box”. She is passionate about watching soap operas during the night as a means of soporific. I adore them either. Oh, I almost forgot – she has the remarkable ability to turn the house into ruins while I am at school. So when I come home in the evening and see ghost-blue shadows flickering through the curtains, I halt and look at the stars, grateful for the fact that this day we would have a fascinating dreamless night with TV zombies instead of having to restore the walls, which had got damaged from sheer touch, and having to clean away the crushed stone. While still expecting the unexpected, I come in with a smile glued to my lips.

My grandaunt loves to sleep, clutching at the TV remote. But with the lapse of time, I have got the hang of crawling stealthily to her bed and pressing the power button without unclutching the tenacious grip of her forepaws. When she awakes during the night with the remote in her hands and the TV switched off, she considers this to be the dirty tricks of zombies and starts switching the lights on throughout the house and checking whether the windows are tightly shut and doors securely locked. The windows turn out to be opened as I can’t stand the stuffiness from the radiators, working at full capacity and seething with heat. Then she has to choose between zombies and me, being the reason of the windows openness, and definitely preferring it being me, she stretches in a sugary voice, “Are you suffoca-a-a-ting, dear?”She's got a thing about this. Like a bird of prey, she hovers over me, looking out for the slightest signs of any illness. But I cough only if I choke on the water. Though as a child I could not scramble out of colds, during last five years I have neither fallen ill, nor even scratched my knees, playing football. Contagion simply does not stick to me!

At that place the boy halted as his eyes flitted to the sky where a cat-shaped fluffy cloud was pursuing in great leaps the mouse, skedaddling pell-mell along the blue sky. The boy sat up in the grass, staring at the trail of clouds, rushing with great speed across the windless sky. Three pig-shaped clouds galloped, hopping and hipping, to the horizon followed by little bears, somersaulting in the raspberry tangles, replaced then by a fox, turning wildly on the spot, pursuing its tail.

The boy rubbed his eyes to shake off illusion. Obviously, it was a mirage, roused by abnormal heat, the haze blurring the shimmering sky. With closed eyes the boy went on with his story.

In early childhood I had some friends, but after they had also heard about the “Stone Men of the Orkney”, they never showed up again…

When the boy opened his eyes and raised his head and looked at the sky again, he saw seven little milky-white cloud goatlings, butting each other. Stunned, he stared open-mouthed at the fairytale play performed above his head, when –

“Robin, come get your lunch! It’s served!” an old woman's voice called from out the house behind the football stadium. The boy jumped to his feet and rushed home, while the Butterfly flushed and hovered to the north, to London…

On the 55th floor of the glass office tower there was an open floor-to-ceiling window. A man about thirty years of age was sitting on the floor with his back turned against the open space, swinging his legs which were dangling above the abyss. He was dressed in denim shorts, red T-shirt and sneakers… and a huge ruby hung down from his neck on a massive silver chain. And this was not the only weird thing about him, my dear reader, as the eyes in his face were of incredible amber colour!

He was snapping his fingers to the regular beat of some self-invented melody, which he was humming under his breath, while observing the clouds, crossing the brightest blue sky. With every snap of his fingers one of the clouds swelled and stretched to a fluffy shape to stand still for an instant, as if gaining consciousness, and then sprinted on all its paws across the sky. Snap… A hare, pinned under the weight of a backpack, stuffed with carrots so tightly that they protruded from under the clasp, was running his file, trying to foil the dogs… Snap… A flying squirrel glided on a parachute… Snap… A snowy owl hooted, flapping her fluffy wings in the flight…

The milky-white Butterfly with golden streaks sat on his knee and started observing the clouds with the same curiosity as the amber-eyed man did…

A low velvet voice, strangely drawling the words in some unknown accent, belonging to a man in a dark blue tubatay, stitched with silver almonds, and dark blue cashmere kaftan, embroidered in silk archers, said to the amber-eyed man’s back, “Robin Orion has successfully passed the first test today and he will be interviewed by Love tomorrow. Do you want to talk to him yourself?”

There followed long silence. Shoulder-length black hair was getting in the eyes of the amber-eyed man as he lowered his head. When he raised it again, his bright eyes flashed, “I suppose there is no doubt that he would pass the interview…”

“I’m sure, he would.”

“Then you know my answer.”

“Okay,” answered his vis-à-vis and retired silently.

The amber-eyed man “pulled” her legs into the room, stood up and turned the handle closing the window and when he turned his back to it, the handle melted in the air, leaving a solid glass wall, the outward side of which the Butterfly remained glued to.

Chapter 1

Transparent beads of torn water necklaces were clinking against the pane, shattering into crystal splashes. I was eating ice-cream and contemplating the wet world beyond the rain-lashed windows. The torrents of rain were gushing down, tattering the iridium-green foliage, all the scene backed by the steady rumble of water. A boom of thunder made me startle and then the telephone rang.

When I thought it over afterwards, it occurred to me that the whole story began at that instant, when thinking it was one of my Grandauntie’s friends-gossip calling, I picked up and said in a voice, hoarse of cold ice-cream, “Hello.”

Silence, only broken by faint clicking and the echoes of ghost voices. Then an icy sweet voice asked very near to my ear, "May I speak with Mr. Robert Orion, please?"

Flattered with a courtesy title, I swelled with self-importance, squared my shoulders and answered, “Robin speaking.”

The icy soda voice continued, “I am Cassandra Lime, HR manager of M.. (click-click, static, hissing) Consulting,” and before I could ask her to repeat the company’s name, she went on, “We have thoroughly scrutinized your CV and consider you for the position of an intern in our … (scratching, indistinct noise, cracklings) company.”

Indeed, I have sent my CV to all the companies listed in the Yellow Pages but what have they been scrutinizing? Two lines – the one in “Education” about GCSE exams and the second in “Work experience” about my summer employment as a cleaner at Sandy’s? And what is the company’s name?

I cleared my throat to ask these questions when Cassandra said, “So if you are interested in the position, then you won’t mind if I ask you a couple of questions as a quiz?”

My ice cream started melting and being busy licking it up, I unconsciously said, “I don’t mind,” and regretted it immediately as the first question followed.

“What is two hundred and fifty six squared?”

Trying feverishly to do the computation in my head, I repeated slowly, “Two hundred and fifty six times two hundred and fifty six…”

“Right! Next, is it true that time passes slower at sea level than it does in the mountains?” Unconsciously I bit a large piece of ice-cream and burnt my tongue with the cold, which must have cleared my brains as I answered, “Do you mean Albert Einstein’s General Theory of Relativity? Time moves relatively slower where gravity is stronger. Gravitational time dilation phenomenon?”

“Yeap, I do! You are tough! And what’s ten plus ten?”

Suspecting a trick here, I gasped, “A hundred.” Wait, what did she mean by saying “right” in the previous question, as I didn’t even answer it?

“Correct! What has a golden number to do with the stars?

“They pulsate according to the Golden Rule?” the quiz was turning into the theatre of the absurd and my answers were equally absurd.

“No! What is the colour of a quark – red, green or blue?”

“You mean curds? But it’s milky white…”

“Have you ever cooked snacks for snakes or snakes for snacks?”

“Oh, I don’t think…”

“Okay! What is the cause of laughter without a cause?”

“Pardon?”

“What is inside a dew drop?”

“Reflection!”

“Correct! What piece of art would remain in the end?”

“Mona Lisa’s smile!” I always loved to read and maybe this helped me…

“Okay, Robin, you have passed the test and the next stage of the selection process would be a telephone interview with one of our company’s Managers. The interviewer will ask you several questions and I suppose the whole procedure would take less than half an hour. I will arrange the interview in a couple of weeks and will inform you about the precise date a bit later.”

“And what will the questions be about?” I asked and immediately rushed to smoothen the question’s straightforwardness and curred, “At least give me a hint…”

But Cassandra seemed to have not noticed my diplomacy, “Oh, I think, these would be standard questions. What are your career aspirations, your strengths and weaknesses, ambitions, plans for the future…”

Getting a taste for asking questions, I piped, “And what would the work be like?” It seemed like a good idea at the time to get some information about a job I had to pass crazy tests to apply for.

Soda fizzed in Cassandra’s voice as she said, “For sure you’ve heard about our Company –”

“Nope,” I cut in and took a bite of a waffle cone.

“Really, haven’t heard about our company?” she sounded disconcerted, “Ranked Number 1 in the UK Top 100 Employers listing; named UK Best Diversity Employer, UK Greenest Employer, UK Top Employee for Young People; recognized as an UK Employer of Choice and an Indeed Best Place for Work! Or just Dream Job I would say!”

“Nope, I haven’t heard about it,” waffles crunched between my teeth. In fact, I didn’t know whether I had heard or not as I hadn’t caught the name of the company in the very beginning but it was embarrassing to tell this to Cassandra.

“Humph,” the rustling of papers sounded in the handset and then Cassandra mumbled indistinctly, “where have I put it? These cleaning fairies must have been straightening things again at my desk… No — here it is.” And then her sparkling soda voice fizzed into my ear, “Behind almost each fortune of the Forbes 100 List stands a treasure found by a future entrepreneur. A story of business success or the turnaround of an almost bankrupt company begins when a treasure hunter at last hits the jackpot. We consult our clients on pots-of-gold quests, assist in communication with Djinns, who guard charmed treasures –”

“Hic!” my diaphragm involuntary spasmed with cold ice cream while I stood there with my jaw dropped.

“Once you’ve obtained cash, we would offer you several broad investment strategies. All the details – such as the choice of the specific assets to invest in – are handled by our investment experts. We recommend to our clients not to put all their eggs in the one basket and diversify their investments –”

“Hic –”

“Oops!" Cassandra choked and whispered something like, “they had messed up everything at my desk – it’s a booklet for experienced professionals! And where is the one for the undergraduates?” Some more rustling of papers and she exclaimed, “Oh, here it is!”

And she started reading in a more calm voice, “There are few bad businesses, but many bad strategies. We offer to our clients creative solutions that make their competitors lock themselves in their boardrooms and start hot discussions. The kind of projects the firm works on are hugely varied, from building new products and services to advising on management structures. We work closely with our clients, providing a team of consultants at the client site and arranging business travel in the way to maximize the workday –”

“Er, so there would be business trips? And what are the destinations?” all this strange stuff was starting to sound attractive and my curiosity awakened again.

“Oh, yeah, we have a separate booklet on business trips,” she puffed, searching for the paper and then voiced, “As an employee of our company, you would explore the world while doing a job you love. You would visit the largest and most prominent cities of the world, from Rome and Los Angeles to Singapore and Tokyo, applying deep industry knowledge to the world’s largest industry players. You would discover distant island resorts, looking for treasures ships sunken off their coasts. And you would spend months, often years, in the farthest flung cities seeking the end of the rainbow…”

“Bang!” the end of a waffle cone fell from my hand as I mumbled, “But a rainbow doesn’t have a fixed spot or a real end!”

“Yeah! That’s why it’s so difficult to find a pot with gold that a leprechaun had hidden…”

But here the creak of the front gate distracted me from Cassandra’s mumbling. I looked out of the window. My auntie, loaded with packages, parcels, little packets, paper bags and boxes was trotting up the garden path.

“ – at the place where a rainbow ends!”

The key started to turn in the keyhole. I barely cried into the receiver, “OK, I will be waiting for your next call!” and dropped the receiver onto its cradle, as the door swung open.

I whirled around and nearly stumbled into the sharp gaze of my auntie’s ferrety eyes. I grinned at her. Her slit eyes scanned the gleaming-clean walls and got hooked on the floor. Sounding as though not believing herself she squeaked, “Kid, haven’t you vacuumed the carpet while I was out?”

“Nope, auntie, I didn’t have time to vacuum. But I have cooked cabbage soup. It’s on the stove,” With these words I turned around, scuttled inside the door of my room and shut it as quickly as I could.

Chapter 2. The Second Telephone Interview

“Auntie,” I said and prodded moodily at the remains of my corn flakes, floating in the milk puddle on my plate. Today was the day of the second interview with a Manager. Cassandra’s call was less than two hours away and I wanted to get my Auntie out of the house for a few hours so she wouldn’t eavesdrop on my conversation. In fact, I was afraid I wouldn’t pass the interview and I didn’t want her to know about the interview at all.

I crossed my fingers under the table – if I didn’t say anything stupid, I might get rid of her till noon – and went on, “have you heard the Indian Food Festival will take place today at Central Square?”

No reply. She was staring open-mouthed at the telly as she did every day after having served our breakfast. Her favourite soap opera “Wild Orchid” was just on:

“You are getting married tomorrow,” semi-affirmatively, semi-inquiringly said Orchid, looking deep into Jack’s eyes.

“Yes, I am,” Jack was hiding his eyes.

“I wish you every happiness, Jack. I hope you find it,” tears were trickling down Orchid’s cheeks.

I shook my head and averted my eyes from the telly. A morning newspaper lay on the kitchen table beside me. The headline on the first page read:

Taste of India served at Central Square

I sighed, and trying to sound louder than the shrill voice of Orchid, started to read:

The Indian Food Festival will be held on August 21st at Central Square. The event is completely free to enter and will be open from 10 am to 10 pm.

There will be 12 stalls presenting different sorts of Indian tea and different kinds of Indian spices – “warm and earthy” cumin for curries, “nutty” and “fruity” coriander, sweet cinnamon, the staples of Indian cooking, similar to the way that herbs de Provence function in French cuisine.

My auntie was crazy about spices and cooking and it was a good idea to use the festival to get her out of the house for a while. Still, Orchid’s hysterical sobs broke through my speech:

“Why are you crying, Orchid?”

“Jack is getting married tomorrow!”

Auntie seemed to be snoring softly in front of the telly, her glasses askew. But was she really sleeping? The lenses of her glasses shone in the light and couldn’t make out whether her eyes were shut or not.

Meanwhile the voices in the telly whispered:

“But why did you refuse to marry him, if you love him?”

“Because he is my brother!”

“Your brother? What are you talking about?"

There was only one way to check whether Auntie was sleeping. I waited for an ad in the telly and then clapped my hands as hard as I could. And, indeed, it worked! Auntie started, closed her mouth and fixed her glasses. Then she sat straight in the arm-chair and asked, “What has fallen, kid?”

I said nothing and turned the page where I came across another headline – Three places IN the Town where you can enjoy THE Solar Eclipse

I raised my voice, reading the headline, but still couldn’t shout Jack’s Mum down:

“Today is my son's wedding! This is a very special moment for me, which I would like to share with all those present. I’d like to take this opportunity to inform you that I’m also going to get married!”

I shouldn’t give up! May be to throw a cushion at her?

The Total Solar Eclipse will occur on August 21st, when the Moon will move directly in front of the Sun and will cast a shadow over the southern part of the country. It's been nearly 100 years since the last total solar eclipse in the UK and our town is luckily on the path of the eclipse!

I was contemplating thoughtfully the collection of glass vases, one piece of which I considered this morning to pee in, if Auntie won’t let me use the bathroom (usually she takes a shower for two hours roughly). Meanwhile, the telly was roaring:

“And the person who would marry me… is the father of my son!”

“What?”

“Jack, forgive me for not being able to tell you before, but you need to know the truth – Gabriel is not your farther!”

Orchid fainted. “What rubbish!” I sighed and read:

The observation deck at the Town Hall, the Town Hill and the Town Park will be hosting special viewing events and giving out viewing glasses to visitors on the day of the eclipse.

It would be great to witness the total solar eclipse by myself. Just think, once in 100 years! If it wasn’t for the interview… Meanwhile, the fuss on the telly was reaching a climax. Jack was tearing himself from his bride’s embrace. Gabriel was shouting something incomprehensible.

And I was drawing patterns on the plate with my fork and considering the situation. At last, I decided to check whether my Auntie really didn’t hear me or if she was only pretending and spoke the news I had invented at that precise moment:

Aliens have landed at Rosegreen school stadium

Today, at seven a.m. at the stadium at Rosegreen Primary School, 10 children – members of Rosewood Aeromodelling Club – were testing a new radio-controlled model aircraft that they recently constructed when they spotted a fast moving object on the eastern horizon. Its shape shifted from a straight line to a triangle and then to a 50 ft-diameter silver-coloured disc, hovering above their heads.

The series in the telly was approaching its end:

“Jack, you can’t leave me standing at the altar!”

“Vanessa, release me!”

I went on talking nonsense:

The disk emitted a bright light forming a halo and radiated a range of colours. Running to the cries of the children, a crowd gathered. People witnessed as the object landed in the stadium. Then a door opened on the side of the craft and two humanoid beings in seamless metallic costumes emerged out of it, greeting the earthmen in unearthly language…

All my efforts were in vain. Auntie cared neither about spices nor about the aliens. With nothing better to do, I stared out of the window. And then the higher power in the face of my Auntie’s dear friend – a famous local gossip called Maggie Grace – intervened in my communication with Auntie. “Magpie”, as she was called by her inner circle of friends, was strolling past our fence straight to the house of our neighbour Gale Nighting, commonly referred to as “Nightingale”. And she was carrying a pink and white pie-dish, covered with a cloth, keeping it in front of her with both hands.

“What stuffing could be inside the pie that ‘Magpie’ is carrying to “Nightingale” – veal, ham or bacon?” I mumbled under my breath and in less than the blink of my eye the telly was switched off and Auntie rocketed out of the armchair. The next second I was helping her on with her shawl and bonnet and ultimately sighed with relief when the door closed behind her wide behind.

In five minutes I was sitting cross-legged on the sofa near the telephone. Opened books were lying all round me in piles. Broad bars of golden light stretched across the room, burning my shoulders, but the forthcoming talk with the Manager made me shudder. What would be at the interview? What if I say something wrong or will find no answer at all? Seconds passed, counting minutes, making me more and more anxious…

The ring of the telephone broke the silence. And suddenly, it turned out that I simply could not pick it up. My palms were sweating and I was sitting and staring at it and listening to it ringing. I can later apologize to Cassandra for missing the call… I can say that something has held me over… But would they give me another chance?

The telephone rang for the fifth time when I finally forced myself to pick it up.

“Hello, Robin,” Cassandra’s fizzy voice streamed into the receiver, “Are you all right?”

I could only make myself mutter something incomprehensible, so she went on, “Your interviewer is Love Violinne. Hold the line, please. I’m going to switch you over to her.”

Click. Click. Buzz. Silence. Buzz. Silence.

“Hello,” said a glassy woman’s voice. “Robin Orion?”

“Yeap, speaking.”

“My name is Love Violinne. We are searching for candidates for the position of intern at our company. So, Robin, I have a couple of questions for you. Let's not waste time and get to the point. The first question is – do you believe in omens?”

I surveyed the opened books with my perplexed gaze and asked, “What do you mean? Magpie and broken mirrors and all like that?”

“I mean whether anything unusual has ever happened to you? Any strange events or just anything out of the ordinary going on around you?”

“Oh, in this sense…,” I hesitated for a second. There were things I hadn’t told anybody about, but Love was so winsome that I decided I could be innocent with her without any fear, “Well, yeap! Once I quarrelled with my best friend. And when I was sitting in my bedroom, raging at him and thinking that I would never ever speak to him again, the wardrobe standing near the wall collapsed with a deafening ‘Crash!’ Astounded, I decided that the Heavens themselves sent me a sign to make up with him. That was it. Then another case…”

“Well, enough. And could you please describe what I look like? I mean how do you imagine me to be judging by my voice?”

This was a strange question. She seemed to divine my thoughts, as, indeed, I imagined her so clearly as if she was standing in front of me.

“Why, I suppose you are a blue-eyed blonde… And you are dressed in a beige gown of transparent multilayer chiffon, embroidered with silver reeds. Wide silver bracelets of sophisticated carving, something like fantastic curlicues alternating with gaps cover your arms from wrists to elbows…”

After a prolonged pause she said, “Robin, my last question to you is the following. Could you please complete the rest of the verse – ‘Every day holds away, raising obstacles…’?”

“’… on the way to the dream,’” I whispered, but I wasn’t listening to her anymore. Time slowed down, stretching, growing limitless… I was inside an elastic soundproof balloon, submerged into cool divine silence… A train of recollections passed through my mind, reviving the images, buried deep in sub-consciousness…. Mum’s long black hair… She sang me that song, rocking me to sleep in the night… Her dear voice… I remembered the first two lines of the verse, but the rest of it was lost in the darkness, trying to surface, tearing my mind, and still slipping away…

A buzy signal on the line. Love must have hung up and I hadn’t even heard her say goodbye. But I didn’t care. Was it a famous verse? Why had Love asked about it? I felt shaken up, embarrassed, completely unhinged. I was staring at the wall with unseeing eyes when the phone rang again.

“Robin?” Cassandra’s voice was tense, “I’ve spoken to Love about the results of your interview.”

My heart sank to my stomach. They rejected me. I didn’t shown my worth during the conversation or maybe I simply didn’t fit them. Cassandra was still silent and then…

“Congrats!!! You have passed!”

I was absolutely amazed. It was a great load off my mind. I was so exhausted that I could not even rejoice at my good fortune.

“Now you will need to take the last interview with one of our Partners in our headquarters in London! Only after that will we make you an official job offer and sign the contract with you. But don’t worry! Love says you are a really prominent candidate and she is a hundred percent confident you will pass the last interview.” Cassandra slowed down her patter a bit, “Robin, we are seriously considering you for the job. So I should inquire, are you ready to relocate to London?”

I gabbled something affirmative in reply and she went on, “I suggest that you arrive the day of the interview and we would start onboarding you to the projects the next day. The third selection stage is already arranged for the penultimate week of September. I will enter you into the list of the last group. The Partner will interview all of you on Tuesday, September 22nd, at noon. If you pass the interview… well, after you pass the interview, I will make an appointment for you with HR at 8:00 a.m., on Wednesday, September 23rd. You will be asked to sign the contract with MAGI and after you sign it, you will be paid a relocation allowance. You still have plenty of time to pack your things for the relocation. Write down the address of our office, please… Wight Tower, 15 Harbour Quay, Canary Wharf, London, E14. The Jubilee Line train stops at Canary Wharf tube station, and this is a few minutes’ walk from our office.”

I somehow guessed her smile and she said, “Robin, Love asked me to tell you that she wishes you good luck. So I do wish you the best of luck! See you in the office in September!”

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Sharp teeth. So much red; red eyes, red teeth, red blood. He’s screaming, but there’s no one there to hear him. He’s trashing, struggling, but the beast is stronger and he’s getting weaker, he’s bleeding to death, he—

The wolf tosses him aside like he weighs nothing. Like a rag doll, he slumps in on himself, unable to move. The wolf regards him calmly and with each step, the ringing in his ears gets louder, even though he can’t hear anything but his own heartbeat. Then, something pierces through the veil. A cry. No, a wail. It comes from somewhere next to him. He manages to turn his head. Something small, the wolf is heading right towards it, picks it up between its teeth, the bundle is crying, it’s—River—no— He surges forward but it’s too late, it’s snapping—

He’s running. The wind brushes through his fur like a caress and carries to him a scent that makes his mouth water, drool dropping from his teeth and onto the forest floor. He’s getting closer, he can hear its crying, his target is near. He breaks through the bushes, doesn’t care about the twigs and leaves that get caught in his fur, he only cares about the hunger that’s threatening to consume him from within. Everything is a blur. He looks into brown, large eyes as he lungs and under his paws, he crushes an animal-shaped thing without a heartbeat—

Craig woke up to screaming and only realised after a few seconds that it was him. He tore the covers off his body and ran to River’s nursery, throwing the door open with such force, it hit the wall with a loud thud. River started crying, but he couldn’t feel guilty about having woken her up, not when her complaining meant she was alive, he hadn’t… He picked her up and pressed her close to his chest. Something wet ran down his cheeks; he was crying, River was wailing, he’d never been so thankful that Briar and Hazel weren’t home before.

“Sssh,” Craig whispered. “Everything’s okay, Daddy is sorry, sweetpea, I just…” I had to make sure it was only a dream and it—I didn’t kill you.

It took him ten minutes to calm River down and get her into bed again. All the crying made her tired, so she was out like a stone the moment he put Arnold into her arms. He didn’t know for how long he stood there, just watching her sleep, but he couldn’t tear himself away from the sight of her chest rising and sinking with every breath she took.

Still alive.

To think what could have happened, had he taken her on his jog—

Craig shook his head so hard, the wound on his neck began to burn and throb. He cursed under his breath and left River’s room. There was no way he would be able to sleep after what happened. He resigned himself to a long day tomorrow and sat down on his bed. Automatically, he reached for his phone and selected his chat with Robert. He stared at the screen for who knew how long, contemplating whether he should tell Robert of his dreams. The other man was probably already asleep and if he didn’t care about Craig’s struggle changing River’s diaper, he probably wouldn’t care about his nightmares. But there was no one else he could talk to, no one he could share it with. Maybe he should bury it deep inside his brain, like he did with all his other worries, but the horror was still so real, the fear so strong, the moment he tried to put the phone away, panic shot through him and his throat closed up. Craig gasped and closed his eyes. He counted to a random number until he could no longer not do it - He typed out a message without looking or caring for the typos.

Then he turned on his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. He didn’t expect an answer, so when one came after a minute, at most, he startled and nearly fell off the bed trying to get his phone.

From Robert: <r u drunk>

From Robert: <fair enough>

From Robert: <well I am>

From Robert: <drunk, I mean>

From Robert: <but not a lot>

From Robert: <anyway>

From Robert: <what’d you dream about>

He hesitated. Just thinking about how he would put the dream into words made him feel sick. His hands were shaking; he had to cling to his phone not to drop it.

From Robert: <only that?>

Craig took a deep breath.

From Robert: <it was river>

Minutes passed. Craig didn’t know what to say, he just stared at the screen. Suddenly, a new message popped up.

From Robert: <kid I>

From Robert: <I’m not good with emotional shit>

From Robert: <want to come over and get drunk?>

From Robert: <always helps me>

From Robert: <okay>

From Robert: <want me to come over>

From Robert: <I’m nocturnal>

From Robert: <it’s not a werewolf thing>

From Robert: <I’m just a night person>

<that’s not healthy bro>

From Robert: <I’m not talking about health with you, you health nut>

From Robert: <do you want me to come over or not>

From Robert:

Craig thought about it. But then he shook his head. The thought of interacting with another person made his skin crawl.

<I’ll spend the night watching river sleep. It should be fine>

Robert’s reply came three seconds later.

From Robert: <if you’re sure>

Craig didn’t reply. He got up, took his phone and a blanket, and walked back into River’s room. She was still asleep, like he had left her, and didn’t even stir as her father sat down next to the crib and settled comfortably.

He didn’t leave her until he heard Smashley’s car pull up in front of the house.

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Somehow, texting Robert became a regular thing after that.

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From Robert: <youre a werewolf not a dog, kid>

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From Robert: <it’s the citrus>

From Robert: <try holding a pepper under your nose>

From Robert: <or mothballs>

From Robert: <remember how I said your nose’s more sensitive now?>

From Robert: <rule of thumb: if a dog can’t stand it, neither can you>

From Robert: <smartass>

From Robert: <see if I help u again>

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From Robert: <how’s the wound healing>

<okay, I guess? I’ve never had an injury so big and deep>

From Robert: <weeks>

From Robert: <does it itch>

From Robert: <means it’s healing>

From Robert: <suck it up>

From Robert: <soon you’ll have a cool scar>

From Robert: <you can say u survived a bear attack>

From Robert: <you wrestled with a bear and won>

From Robert: <true>

From Robert: <but you’re ripped>

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From Robert: <and>

From Robert:

From Robert: <scratch that>

From Robert: <a thousand>

From Robert: <and spending a day with joseph and no alcohol is far above voluntarily exercising>

<ouch. no need to get out the big guns, bro>

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From Robert: <what the hell brought that up>

<I’m just curious>

From Robert: <even over the phone you’re a shitty liar>

From Robert: <spill>

From Robert: <or I’m digging through the trash, taking every used diaper I can find and throwing them in your bedroom>

From Robert: <yes I would>

From Robert: <it’s like you don’t even know me kid>

From Robert: <not only would I do that, but I’d install cameras to get your reaction>

<fine. I’m googling about werewolves and the like and there’s a website that says the same things as you did and has some info on vampires. I got curious>

From Robert: <no you’re not>

From Robert: <you really are aren’t you>

From Robert: <fucking hell>

From Robert: <you can’t just google shit and expect it to be the truth>

From Robert: <because you don’t know shit>

From Robert: <no>

From Robert: <he loves garlic>

From Robert: <the freak>

From Robert: <wears silver too>

From Robert: <sunlight’s a dead giveaway>

From Robert: <we’re the only two monsters in maple bay pup>

From Robert: <except joseph>

From Robert: <but joseph is human>

From Robert: <he’s just a dick>

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From Robert: <you only noticed that now?>

From Robert: <don’t you always leave before the sun goes up>

From Robert: <also what did you expect>

From Robert: <werewolf>

From Robert: <wolf>

From Robert: <well>

From Robert: <shit>

From Robert: <I’m surprised and impressed>

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From Robert: <she did what>

From Robert: <how>

From Robert:

<don’t know, man. I just saw her chasing after a squirrel and running around on the road. Didn’t want her to get hit. Can you come pick her up?>

From Robert: <I’m away>

From Robert: <on business>

From Robert: <shit, just give her to Damien>

<Damien’s kid is allergic to dogs though>

From Robert: <fuck>

From Robert: <what>

From Robert: <it’s Just Jacky>

From Robert: <why>

<I’m keeping her at mine until you’re back in town. Not a big deal, the girls always wanted a pet, that’ll give them a taste.>

From Robert: <you don’t have to do that>

From Robert: <aren’t you busy enough already>

<Don’t mention it, man. I’m glad to help.>

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From Robert: <thank you>

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<https://i.ytimg.com/vi/_h0AdOEErz0/maxresdefault.jpg >

From Robert: <the fuck is she wearing>

<robert?>

From Robert: <keep it on>

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Three days later, someone knocked on his front door. Craig rose to his feet and left the girls to play with Betsy, going to the door and opening it. He was surprised to see Robert standing there, rocking back and forth on his feet as if he was nervous. There were dark circles under his eyes, but he looked a lot better than last time Craig saw him in person, leaving a bar early in the morning.

“Hey man,” he greeted and stepped aside to let Robert in. “Here to pick up Betsy?”

Robert nodded curtly and entered. Immediately, Betsy rolled to her feet and barked excitedly. She ran over to her owner and jumped up his legs until Robert took her into his arms. From where he was standing right next to him, Craig could see the tension leave Robert’s body. Smell it, too, he realised now that the subtle note of worry was gone.

Robert turned to Craig and though he didn’t say anything, Craig could read the gratitude in his eyes. Smiling, he clasped Robert’s shoulder and shook his head, no need to thank me, man.

Briar and Hazel were keeping their distance, shuffling on their feet as if they wanted to say something but didn’t know if they should or could, while River continued playing with Arnold, who had a few teeth marks thanks to Betsy roughhousing with him. River didn’t seem to mind at all, nor did she seem bothered by the drool. Craig raised his eyebrow at his twins; they lasted half a minute before cracking. “Can we say goodbye to Betsy, Mister Small?”

The surprise crossing Robert’s face was gone as quickly as it had come. He set Betsy down and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He watched the girls sternly as they gave Betsy a few belly rubs and ear scratches, expression as serious and broody as always, but with a softness to it that Craig thought suited him well. After the twins were done with her, Betsy trotted back over to River and nudged her with her snout. The baby gurgled and wrapped her arms around the dog, who had surprising patience even though half of River’s pats landed on her eyes instead of her head.

“She’s got the patience of a saint.”

Robert huffed. “She’s a trained hunting dog. Patience was the first thing I taught her.” Suddenly, he looked down at his feet. Craig had never seen him so unsure and didn’t even think before he squeezed Robert’s shoulder again. The other man startled, but didn’t push the hand off. He cleared his throat to get the girls’ attention. “If you… if you want you can… look after her next time I’m gone.”

“Really?” Craig asked, but his question was drowned out by the twins’ cries of yes. Even River waved her arms about excitedly and gurgled.

“Thank you, Mister Small!”

Robert acknowledged them with a short nod and a small smile Craig was certain he didn’t even notice himself. He picked Betsy up again and stood there awkwardly. Craig wet his lips. “Hey, girls, could you feed River real quick? Mister Small and I have adult business to talk about.” He waited until the three were gone before turning back to Robert. “You didn’t have to offer that just because it made them happy.” Robert stared at him without blinking, which made Craig want to bear his throat at the same time as he wanted to stare back and see who caved first. “I mean…”

“I get it, kid.” Robert lowered his gaze. “I wanted to. How much do I owe you?”

“Huh?”

Robert rolled his eyes. “For the food and all.”

Craig blinked, then shook his head. “Nothing, bro. I’ll just keep it until your next trip.” Robert was staring at him again. “Really, you owe me nothing.”

Robert’s frown caused something inside of Craig to ache painfully. He looked so disbelieving and surprised, a little suspicious too. “Okay,” Robert eventually said. “Well. I better get going. See ya, kid.”

Craig watched him leave, absently rubbing his chest where his heart was.

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From Robert: <shoot first ask questions later>

<what>

From Robert: <just remember that>

From Robert: <what is it>

From Robert: <…>

From Robert: <are u serious?>

From Robert: <why are you asking me that>

From Robert: <go ask sammie boy>

<can’t he’s out>

From Robert:

<it’s four in the afternoon bro>

From Robert: <middle of the night for me>

From Robert: <I’m gonna wake u up at 3am see how you like it>

<robert?>

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From Robert:

<shit, man, where you been? you were offline for ten days or so>

From Robert: < http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/little-wolf-infant-toddler-costume-bc-801444b.jpg?zm=1600,1600,1,0,0 >

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From Robert:

From Robert: <didn’t mean to send it twice>

From Robert:

From Robert: <third time was on purpose>

From Robert: <don’t do this at home kids>

From Robert: <or someone else’s>

From Robert: <unless they’re a dick>

From Robert:

From Robert: < https://media1.tenor.com/images/bbcf50e44a3cdca2c660bfb5a9ea4bc9/tenor.gif?itemid=7516900 >

From Robert:

From Robert: <it’s a meme>

From Robert: <oh my god>

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From Robert: <should have barked back>

<Robert! Where you been all day, dude?>

From Robert: <hunting a nuckelavee>

From Robert: <a nuckelavee>

From Robert: <it’s a demon>

From Robert: <lives in the water>

From Robert: <has a horse body and on top of that half a human>

From Robert: <the upper half>

From Robert: <pervert>

From Robert: <they don’t exist, kale>

From Robert: <they aren’t real>

From Robert: <you really need a lesson in cryptozoology>

From Robert: <give me five>

<wait, why?>

From Robert:

From Robert: <pay attention craigory>

From Robert: <so?>

From Robert: <don’t tell me it’s past your bedtime already>

From Robert: <tomorrow’s saturday>

From Robert: <no>

From Robert: <you’re not going to get up at ass-o’-clock on a saturday morning to go on a run>

<i’m pretty sure I am, bro>

From Robert: <not on my watch>

From Robert: <did you just say wink face>

From Robert: <you didn’t>

From Robert: <you totally did>

<um, yeah? why?>

From Robert: <use the damn emoji, kid, what the hell>

From Robert: <who writes out an emoji>

From Robert: <of course you don’t>

From Robert: <im coming over>

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“So,” Sam says, looking at Craig over the menu of the diner they always went to after their Wednesday run. “You’ve been staring at your phone for quite some time. Is anything wrong? The girls? The softball team? The gym? Work? Smashley? Another one of your many obligations?”

“Nah, bro.” Craig waved dismissively. “I’m just texting Robert.”

Sam’s eyebrow shot up. “Robert? You mean the dark and broody, scruffy neighbour living next to the Christiansens? That Robert? Why?”

“What do you mean, why?” Craig lowered his menu and fixed Sam with a confused look.

“You’re, well…” Sam gesticulates, but Craig only looks at him even more confused. “The two of you are polar opposites. I just didn’t expect you to get along so well.” Me neither. “How did that happen?”

Craig shrugged and rubbed the back of his head. “I don’t know, honestly? After I tripped on my jog and he helped me get home and all we kind of started ‘talking’. His humour is really great, more so during boring business meetings, once you get used to it. I was kind of put off by his hobby at first but now that I know more about it, it’s kind of fascinating.”

Sam hummed. “Well, if anyone can get you to relax, it’s got to be the guy who wakes up at five in the afternoon. Remember how we once slept for twenty hours after finals week?”

“Oh god, don’t remind me.” Craig laughed. “I still don’t know how we survived that much caffeine and sugar.”

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From Robert: <craig>

From Robert: <kid>

From Robert: <craigory>

From Robert: <kale>

From Robert: <pup>

From Robert: <look what I found online>

From Robert: < https://img.memecdn.com/arewolf-werewolf-havebeenwolf_o_4163049.jpg >

<really?>

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From Robert:

From Robert: <why>

From Robert: <you miss me?>

From Robert: <why should I>

From Robert: <fine. If you bring me booze>

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From Robert: <and when I say booze, I don’t mean beer>

From Robert: <if you bring me a beer again>

From Robert: <I’ll burn down your magnolias>

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<they’re chrysanthemums, bro!>

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From Robert: <do you really have to jog through the neighbourhood half-naked?>

From Robert: <that flimsy excuse for a shirt doesn’t count>

From Robert: <it barely covered anything>

From Robert: <it certainly didn’t cover the bite>

From Robert:

From Robert: <that’s the thanks I get>

From Robert: <life is cruel>

<you’re avoiding the question dude>

<robert?>

<it’s none of my business bro, just ignore my question>

<robert?>

From Robert:

From Robert:

From Robert: <looking for a cryptid>

<what’s it look like?>

From Robert: <it’s human-sized>

From Robert: <only a little bit smaller than me, if it walks upright>

From Robert: <restless>

From Robert: <incredibly strong>

From Robert: <some say it’s blood is green>

From Robert: <it rarely attacks but when it does, it only goes after healthy ones>

From Robert: <it doesn’t like fat>

From Robert: <cryptids of that species usually always carry its young but this one didn’t>

<robert?>

From Robert:

From Robert: <hey>

From Robert: <look at that>

From Robert: <kale paid attention during my lessons>

From Robert: <damn>

From Robert:

From Robert: <you’re a spoilsport>

<sorry, bro>

<shoot, I’ve got to go to work. talk to you later bro!>

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From Robert: <hey>

From Robert: <hey craig>

From Robert: <pup>

From Robert: <come outside>

From Robert: <don’t make me honk>

From Robert:

From Robert: <honking in three>

From Robert: <two>

From Robert: <one>

From Robert: <if it’s up to me you might as well come out naked>

<I’m not naked>

From Robert:

Craig looked up from his phone and narrowed his eyes. A bright line came from somewhere outside the house and shone right through the curtain in front of the bedroom window. Craig pulled it aside and Robert waved at him from where he was perched on the hood of his old truck. Blinking against the light, Craig waved back and then pulled the curtain back, even though Robert could apparently see through it anyway.

He reached for the first shirt he could find and pulled on some pants, stumbling through the house as he tried to put on his shoes at the same time as his jacket. His muscles still seemed to remember the many times he had to do that in college, since he made it, more or less unscathed, to the front door. Robert put out his cigarette when he saw Craig and squished it under his shoe. Wordlessly, the older man jumped into his car, so Craig followed suit.

Maybe he should have asked what they were doing, where Robert was driving him, but the silence that fell on them was comfortable. After the stressful last days, packed with work, training, caring for River who caught a cold before Smash picked her and the twins up, and juggling extra hours to make up for the three days he was going to take off for full moon, silence felt heavenly.

Without even realising it, he dozed off and awoke to Robert shaking his shoulder. The hand lingered, even after Craig blinked up at him sleepily, and the warmth that seeped through the fabric of Craig’s jacket and shirt caused some of the tension in his body to melt away. Robert jerked his head and Craig unbuckled his seatbelt, joining the older man out in the cold. Before, it would have been too cold to be outside in the middle of the night, even with a jacket on, but his blood ran warmer now, so he was only shivering lightly as he followed Robert, walking around the car. He had no idea where they were, only saw the trees in front of the truck and assumed they were somewhere near the forest.

Never would he have expected the sight that presented itself to him now. Maple Bay lay below them, an ocean of lights that spread out all the way to the mountains in the distance, which were only vague shapes in the darkness. In the distance, he could see the light tower with its rotating light and above them stood the moon, nearly full, half-hidden behind a few clouds. Craig stepped into the half-circle made by the truck’s taillights and took in the scene in front of him.

Robert walked up next to him. “This is where I come to masturbate.”

Craig’s head whipped around so fast he nearly got whiplash. His face must have shown his bewilderment, because Robert broke out into laughter, laughing so hard he bent over and braced himself on his knees. Craig spluttered. “Hey, man, that’s not cool. I was enjoying the scenery and you had to go and ruin the mood.”

Far from looking sorry, Robert held up his hands and grinned. “You should have seen your face, kid. I wish I had taken a picture.” He gestured backwards to the bed of the truck and after a few moments of shaking his head fondly, Craig joined him. Robert had covered the metal with a blanket, making it at least somewhat comfortable.

Craig crossed his arms behind his head and looked up into the night sky. He watched the clouds pass above them, tried counting the stars and made it to 145 before he gave up, listened to the breeze as it rattled the leaves of the trees and said goodnight to the owners of every house whose lights turned off. Neither he nor Robert said anything. Robert, he knew, didn’t like small talk and Craig enjoyed not having to engage in it for once immensely. Up here, it almost felt like none of his worries could reach him. Work, the softball team, workout plans and sick children, all of that lay below, somewhere in between the many lights and dark, shadowy buildings. Even his phone was quiet, for once. And somehow, he didn’t feel the urge to check it every five minutes.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see Robert watching him. Craig turned his head to look back; Robert didn’t as much as blink even though he’d been caught. They stared in each other’s eyes for a few moments. Then Craig broke the silence. “Why did you bring me here, dude?”

Robert didn’t reply right away. He averted his gaze and fixed it on the waves in the distance. The moon, no longer hidden, illuminated his face and made his eyes shine. “Sam showed up at my door,” Robert eventually said. “Told me you’re stressed even more than you normally are which is a miracle, frankly, because I thought that would be impossible to accomplish. He asked me to try and help you relax. So, here we are.” Robert shrugged.

“You brought me here because Sam told you to?”

The older man snorted. “Please, as if Sam could make anyone do something they don’t want to do. The kid doesn’t have it in him.”

“Then why did you listen to him?”

Robert turned to look at him again. Craig shivered under his gaze. “Because he’s right, you’re stressed. You’re wound so tight you’re going to fly next time you fucking fart.” He held up a hand and Craig snapped his mouth shut again. “Look, I get it. Full moon’s soon. I can feel it in my bones, in my blood, and I remember how it was, back when I was new to the whole thing. Like you’re going to snap and it takes all your self-control to keep from ripping someone’s head off.” The corners of his mouth twitch at Craig’s confused expression. “Not like that for you? Must have been just me, then. But, jokes aside. Going into your first shift so fucking anxious and tense won’t do you good. It’ll make for one hell of a twitchy wolf and I didn’t plan on keeping you pinned to the ground the whole fucking time.”

Just hearing Robert talk about full moon, about shifting into a wolf, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary set Craig’s nerves on fire. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and sat up, nervously rubbing his leg through his trousers.

“You going to have a panic attack, kid?”

Craig automatically shook his head, even though breathing had become painful. He hears the rustle of fabric, then Robert wraps his arm around Craig’s shoulders and shifts closer, until their thighs are pressed together. Somehow, the proximity made the knot in Craig’s throat uncurl. He took a few deep breaths and watched them rise to the sky as he exhaled. Apparently satisfied, Robert dropped his arm, but he didn’t move away again. Craig tried not to read too much into the way it made his heart skip a beat.

“You get them often?” Craig turned his head and raised a questioning eyebrow. Robert made a gesture with his hand. “Panic attacks.”

“Used to get them regularly during college, whenever my grades dipped so low, they didn’t as much brush the border between passed but barely and failed, they crashed on it head-first. After I got my act together, it only got worse.” Craig shook his head. “Took a while until I got it under control. Breathing exercises help.”

Robert didn’t say anything for some time and Craig stared at the city in front of them, trying not to think about those days too much. But then Robert broke the silence again. “What are you afraid of, kid?”

“Pardon?”

Robert gestured towards him. “You’re scared. You keep on pushing yourself over the edge. Why? What do you think’ll happen if you stop?”

Craig clutched his hands to fists and stared down into his lap. “I’m not scared. I’m just an ambitious person and a bit of a workaholic.”

Robert snorted. “You’re a shitty liar, Craig. You can’t lie to the biggest liar in all of fucking Maine. Trust me, I’ve tried.” There was a pause. “Look at me, kid.” Despite himself, Craig looked up, meeting Robert’s eyes. “What are you afraid of?”

Instead of answering, Craig averted his gaze and fixed it on one of the many blurred, dark shades in the distance. If he focused long enough, he might have started seeing schemes in them, the demons in his head. “I’m-“ Craig wet his lips. “I’m scared of falling back into my old habits. I was a mess. I didn’t care about anything but partying and having fun. I ate junk food, if I ate at all, I drank more alcohol than was healthy, and I slacked on all my chores. I worked hard to turn my life around and get my shit together, to give my girls a good life, but… I’m scared that if I stop, if I relax even once, then-“ He exhaled sharply and absently rubbed his shoulders. “And even when Sam or you force me to sit down and put my feet up, I feel like…”

“Like you don’t deserve it.”

Craig’s head snapped up. Robert was looking at the ocean and the moonlight did nothing to hide the sorrow and pain in his expression. Craig tried to think of words of protest, but even if he had found any, it would be useless, shallow. He looked away from Robert again and started chewing on a fingernail nervously.

“Look, I’m not going to claim I’m the best at giving life advice. My life’s a lot shittier than yours was in college.” Robert shifted next to him, bumping their shoulders together. “But your life? It’s not going to crumble just because you take a day off every now and then. You’ve got great girls, your ex is still in the picture, you’ve got your own business and you’re in great shape. None of that is going to break apart just like that.”

Craig shook his head with a sigh. “I know. I know all that, it’s just-“

“Ever thought about smoking?” At Craig’s incredulous look, Robert shrugged. “Nicotine’s calming.”

“And deadly.”

“Not anymore, kid. You could smoke four fucking packs at once and wouldn’t get lung cancer. Same with alcohol.”

“Explains why you’re still alive.” The sentence’s out before Craig’s brain could filter his mouth. He tensed, a chorus of shit went through his head, and he opened his mouth to apologise, but Robert giggling stopped him short in his tracks.

Robert Small. Giggling. Craig’s mind kind of short-circuited.

“I’m rubbing off on you, pup.” Robert elbowed Craig’s side and grinned. “Didn’t know you could be funny.”

“Hey, I make jokes all the time.”

Robert rolled his eyes and nudged Craig until he was lying down again. “You call those jokes? You really need a lesson in comedy.” He lay down as well, close enough for their sides to be pressed together, fingers brushing.

“That comes from the man whose humour is so dry and serious, 95% of the time no one can tell whether he’s serious or not.”

The older man propped himself up with his arm and turned on his side to look at him. “I'm so many levels of irony deep that I've forgotten what humour is. You’ll get there in time. Now, go fucking relax. Didn’t bring you here for a stand-up routine. And try not to panic about nothing. You don’t have to keep on running.”

Obediently, Craig resumed his previous position and continued gazing at the city beneath them. At some point, Robert pulled out a knife and began working on a piece of wood. It’s the most relaxed Craig felt in a very long while.

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From Robert: <you ready?>

<no>

From Robert:

From Robert: <or whether you feel ready>

From Robert: <work?>

From Robert: <your kids?>

From Robert: <why’s your ex called Smashley anyway>

From Robert: <oh really>

From Robert: <never would have guessed>

From Robert: <thanks, sherlock>

From Robert: <the second?>

From Robert: <which one’s true?>

<neither. She accidentally got involved with a drug ring thanks to her former best friend and helped the police>

<well>

From Robert: <you’re bullshitting me>

<yeah, okay, you caught me. I’m just kidding>

From Robert: <don’t you dare>

From Robert: <don’t you fucking dare craigory>

From Robert: <fuck you kale>

#dream daddy #dream daddy: a dad dating simulator #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #ddadds #brobert

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sammy-moo · 7 years ago

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Burning Love

Characters: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Day Twenty-nine, a song you remember from your childhood

Words: 795

Warnings: Smut, male receiving

A/N: No one tell my mom I listened to Elvis. XD

~Series Masterlist~

Dean gulped thickly as his eyes raked over your body. He was practically drooling on the bed as he took in your appearance. The lace fabric hugged at your body, exposing all of your curves. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Dean’s eyes never once left you or your body as you made your way further into the room, swaying your hips and puffing your chest out just a bit.

You slowly sank your knees into the mattress, crawling your way up the bed with Dean’s legs underneath your body.

Dean’s eyes darted down to your lips, getting a perfect view of your cleavage in the process.

You pressed your lips to his hungrily, practically having read his mind.

Dean moaned and cupped your face gently.

You sighed happily into the kiss, the taste of him on your lips satisfied your craving. But when you pulled way you were craving something else. Dean gulped thickly as you moved, making your way down. With quick and careful hands you were undoing his belt and jeans. He lifted his hips to help you push the fabric down his bowed legs. And the sight of Dean’s boxers had your mouth watering. The fabric outlined his perfect cock making you impatient.

At first you palmed and squeezed at him through the cotton briefs, but as Dean’s moans filled the room you were growing more aroused each second.

You could feel the heat building up as your slick drenched your panties. Each gasp and whine that fell from his plump lips drove you insane.

“Please, Baby,” Dean begged through another whine.

You batted your lashes up at him, “I’m sorry can you tell me one more time? I didn’t hear you.”

Dean groaned, his hips jerked from the bed and into your hand. “Y/N please…. I need you.”

You smirked and released his cock from the red confines, licking your kissed swollen lips. Your tongue traced along the underside of his cock, pulling a new symphony of moans from Dean’s lips. His cock twitched in anticipation as your tongue reached higher and higher. A guttural moan slipped into the air as your tongue grazed over the head of his cock, collecting the precum in its wake.

Dean gathered your hair into his hand as your lips wrapped around him.

You bobbed your head slowly, rubbing his thighs and squeezing them. More moans filled the room and you picked up the face, hollowing your cheeks around him.

Dean moaned and tugged your hair, pulling a moan from you. “Not that I don’t love this,” he whined out, “But I really fucking need you.”

You pulled away from him with a pop. You panted a bit as you looked to him.

Dean flipped you onto your back and stripped away the lingerie from your body. Once you were naked his hands began to roam all over, his lips crashing into yours as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your slick entrance.

You whined and tried to push onto him but he stopped you.

This time it was his turn to read your mind.

He pushed into you needingly. The two of you moaned as he stretched you open. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before he was thrusting.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned loudly, “God yes!”

Dean groaned and kissed any part of exposed flesh. Soon he found his way kissing the sensitive spot on your neck as he chased your orgasm.

Your toes began to curl as you scratched down his back, your walls fluttering and squeezing around him as his name fell from your lips.

Dean moved as he kept thrusting, his thumb meeting his pace as he rubbed your clit.

You screamed out as white spots formed behind your eyes, your orgasm reaching a new height.

The feeling of you squeezing around him brought him to his own. He pulled away quickly as his seed shot out onto your skin, covering your stomach.

You tiredly scooped up his seed onto your hand, licking it clean as you moaned from the taste. You swallowed happily and Dean’s lips found their way to yours again.

Your tongues began to dance and fight for dominance making you whimper. Your craving was finally quenched as he held you closer to his sweat covered body.

When he pulled away your breaths melted together in simultaneous pants.

“I love you Dean.”

“I love you too. And whatever brought this on, I should probably do it more often.”

You gave him a look, “If you stay away from this damn bunker for longer than a week again I will hunt you down and kill you.”

“If it’s death like this then kill me all you want.”

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vegajoyce · 4 years ago

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Roleplay Server Log #293

“Servers Transformed, Notch's Dream, Dinner with Deerheart, Splender is Missing, Crim Sheds, Klareese the Mothwoman”

[CP] Has watched both Flux and Deer's appearances shift as the hours crawled by. Flux hadn't changed too much, her skin simply becoming more pale and not purple, almost like a porcelain doll. Deer however had changed a lot, her thick blades of hair had become as slender as any human's, and her antlers had dropped and almost completely vanished under her hair. He had to admit that he was a bit impressed at how aware both women were. At the current moment he and Flux were the only ones awake-

[Flux] - Why don't you get some sleep, you probably haven't for at least a few days...

[CP] - Can't, Lie has to sleep with me

[Flux] Frowns a little- Why?

[CP] - Why?- He scoffs and starts stalking towards Flux- Why?! Because if I sleep without her I see my initial removal all over again, an event you could have prevented

[Flux] - What are you saying?

[CP] - You could have stopped all of it, but instead you decided to stay distant which meant you couldn't make it in time to come to my aid

[Flux] - You think I didn't try? That other entity got to you before I did and prevented me from helping you

[CP] - Yes, a FASTER entity, and she wasn't even near when I was attacked

[Flux] - I had my reasons for keeping my distance

[CP] - Oh and what could those have been?

[Flux] - I did not wish to poison you or your brother with my magic, something your father risked every time he came near me

[CP] Growls- You put that minor risk over the safety of those on your seed!

[Deer] - That's enough CP! Stop taking your boredom out on her!- Deer had been awake for most of the conversation and had gotten fed up with CP's anger at the moment

[CP] - Oh shut up!

[Deer] - No, this may be your domain, but that doesn't mean you can act this way

[CP] Scowls before teleporting out of the bunker, needing to find something to kill to calm himself down-

-It's springtime outside and the woods are full of chirping birds and squirrels bustling around. There's a weird divot in the piled up dirt near the door though. It almost looks like something slammed into it. Though the impact was muffled by snow and frozen ground at the time-

[CP] - The fuck?- He goes down lower to investigate

-There's some staining and scoring on the concrete near the base where the dirt was scraped away. It looks like claw marks almost and the stains are black and oily looking-

[CP] - Maybe we shouldn't be using this bunker...

-Farther down the wall are some more scratches. The ones on the door are still visible, but it looks like a very large dog was pawing at the hinges and the lock side as well. -

[CP] - Well that's not good...- He floats upwards to see if there's anything else in the surrounding area

-There's something dark, that's either small or very far away soaring high in the clouds-

[CP] - Glances back at the bunker and debates whether to chase it or not. Deciding he'd rather not deal with Doc yelling at him, he decides to quickly kill a nearby deer before returning to the bunker

-There's a bit of rustling in the trees above-

[CP] Is quick to summon his sword-

-Some leaves drift serenely down in the filtered sunlight-

[CP] Cautiously moves through the trees-

-Something large takes off from a branch high above and there's the sound of vast wings-

[CP] Quickly looks up-

-The shape is black against the canopy and sky, it's a bit T-shaped, mostly wings.

[CP] - That's better not be that fucking mothwoman thing

-Bit of a happy squeak as it flies up in a loop, just enjoying the sun-

[CP] Tromps back towards the bunker-

[Klaarese] Notices him and buzzes low, letting her foot brush his hair as she swoops past with a burst of happy yellow thoughts-

[CP] - Fuck off!

[Klaarese] Lands gently and squeaks at him, cocking her head curiously-

[CP] - I've got enough to deal with right now

[Klaarese] Her thoughts are hard to read, but she's indicating that he should feel good because there's lots of energy here, she shows him a shimmering portal in the sky with waves of energy coming out of it.

[CP] - Don't care, I'm babysitting three entities who are turning physical

[Klaarese] Nods- green thoughts, good place to heal, something about mounds, an image of a window. And nasty red and olive thoughts, a warning, wolves.

[CP] - I can deal with wolves

[Klaarese] Eyes, question?

[CP] - Fucking Nether, what do you want?

[Klaarese] Looks towards the woods - Orange burst with purple, bekoning-

[CP] - Fine, whatever, only because I'm bored

[Klaarese] Nod nod- She walks a bit awkwardly, shuffling a bit like a penquin despite the length of her legs, but she leads him along and down a hill until a rise of dirt the height of his chest blocks the way. It's a wall of green covered dirt that vanishes into the trees on either side-

[CP] - It's a wall

[Klaarese] Shakes her torso since she has no neck- no - She jumps up on the rise and flaps her wings-

[CP] Sighs and floats up-

[Klaarese] Jumps straight up and and goes level with him and keeps climbing-

[CP] Follows her up-

[Klaarese] Above the cloud level theres a glassy orange portal the size of a house, the energy coming off of it feels chaotic and uninviting. But the mothwoman seems to bask in it. She makes tight circles, barely flapping her wings-

[CP] - Joy, this is gonna attract a lot of attention

[Klaarese] Motions that he should look down-

-Now that they're above, the 'wall' is more easily visible. It's a giant petroglyph made out of earth and winding through the trees. It's heavily stylized and vaguely catlike, but the tail is way too long.

[CP] - Oh for fucks sake not more cats

[Klaarese] Blue thoughts, literally deep water, and a roaring feral cat, and darkness, the thoughts are somehow slimy-

[CP] - No idea what that's supposed to mean

[Klaarese] Unknowable, blackness on the void. Claws and black sludge. Stay away at night-

[CP] - Stay inside at night?

[Klaarese] Big burst of white and gold, absolutely a yes.

[CP] - Alright alright, I won't wander at night. Now if you don't mind I have to get back to the others

[Klaarese] Happy squeak, lucky thoughts, friend, does a small loop in the air- indication that the portal will likely close once she's back through it.

[CP] - Why don't you just go bother the witch?

[Klaarese] little starbursts, probably laughter- She wheels gracefully away. Determined to enjoy the sun while it lasts -

[CP] Heads back to the bunker-

[Doc] Night fall outside and Doc returns with a merry greeting, a cake and a huge container of lemonade - the boys send their warmest regards. And Mb says go fuck yourselves, as usual. How's everyone holding up?

[Flux] - Well I suppose

[CP] Grunts from the corner-

[Deer] - I'm guessing the cake was Yaunfen's idea?

[Doc] Co- idea. Steve and Yaunfen did it together. It's super sweet with cheeries in the middle

[Deer] - But of course! What else would it be?

[CP] Is a tad jealous that Lie didn't send anything for him-

[Doc] Lie sends her love and thoughts, I don't think she's slept either. - Xe moves away from the table and actually looks up - Deerheart.... Your antlers and Flux...

[Flux] - Yes... Our programming seems to know that out here our usual appearances will not work

[Deer] - Not just my antlers love

[Doc] Goes to examine her more closely and looks down at her feet-

[Deer] Wiggles her toes a little-

[CP] - By the way, that mothwoman Dawn introduced us to earlier was around

[Doc] Oh dear, you're going to need shoes... Wait Klaarese was here? Did she need help or something?

[CP] - No, some weird energy portal was in the sky and she was feeding from it

[Deer] - No! I like to feel the earth! You know this

[Doc] I guess the woods out there pretty deep. We might be near a window area. And Deerheart, I know how you feel about it, but the ground isn't so soft or forgiving here

[Deer] Whines a little-

[CP] Looks at Notch- He's still dead to the world

[Doc] if he was awake he's likely be hating life anyway, so it's probably for the best. And I'll find you something thin, so you still feel the texture a little

[CP] - He's not even dreaming

[Doc] is that normal?

[CP] Shrugs- I don't fucking know. I was the last digital one to come through in the manor

[Doc] well you're the dream expert here. Did you try to get in? Or just read his mind?

[CP] - Read his mind

[Doc] Then try to get into his head, maybe you can steer his subconscious somewhere pleasant at least.

[CP] - Do I really have to?

[Doc] I would really appreciate it. I want to make sure he's okay in there. I mean it's not normal for humans to have totally blank minds. He's a game programmer, not a Zen master

[CP] Grumbles but does close his eyes and enters Notch's dream realm-

-The landscape is realistic, but unpopulated apart from some sheep. It's just hills and fields

[CP] - Oi! Where are you!

-there's no answer but the light glints off a small glass building down the hill

[CP] - Really? Glass?- He floats up and then flies over to the building

-The structure is basically a small greenhouse with a bed in it. The plants look a bit overgrown and the clay pots all look old and stained. There are a few worn tools on the shelves and even some grubby and well- loved gardening gloves. It all looks like a hazy memory from perhaps his childhood. At the farthest point from the door is a plain Minecraft style bed, Markus is laying flat on it like a Steve would. There's a small table beside it, almost like an altar with several items carefully placed on it-

[CP] Steps inside of the house and looks at the items on the table-

- theres a beat up wooden sword, a pink cloth collar with bloodstains, one of Lies healing flowers in a little pot, a heart- shaped pincushion with several needles, a pair of garish hand knitted socks that don't match, and a cup of coffee that seems ungodly hot.

[CP] Death glares at the collar before poking Notch- Oi

[Notch] Stirs and his eyes open a little- Cp....? Is it over already? Where are we?

[CP] - It's not over, we're in your dream

[Notch] Sits up and looks around, his eyes go wide and he sighs. - ah... I understand. I couldn't come here otherwise. All this is long gone in the real world.

[CP] - The fuck is it?

[Notch] My inspiration, at least part of it. We're in New Zealand. I had a distant aunt that I visited as a child. The countryside left its mark on me. It's lovely isn't it? - looks down at the table

[CP] - It's dull

[Notch] it's quiet and peaceful, at least on the surface. - He reaches out to touch the little healing flower. It looks like everyone has left their calling cards doesn't it?

[CP] - Everyone who gave you blood that is

[Notch] I'm okay with that. I'm infinitely grateful for it. - He takes the collar and buckles it gently around the circumference of the potted plant.

[CP] Hisses at it a little and steps away-

[Notch] What? I'm pretty sure it's just a symbol. The rest of this I can use directly. - He pulls off his shoes and puts the socks on. - Pretty cozy.

[CP] - Pretty ugly

[Notch] Theyre soft. - he pulls his shoes back on, and reaches for the mug, blowing across it gently.

[CP] - Doc just wanted me to check on you, so I've done my part now

[Notch] I suspected as much, thank you for waking me up at least. - he takes hold of the sword and swishes it idly-

[CP] - Just go back to sleep, You still have a ways to go

[Notch] I can't go exploring?

[CP] - There's nothing out there!

[Notch] maybe that's because I'm in here. I just need to... - he struggles for the right words- load some chunks. I won't go far.

[CP] Shrugs- Not like you can get lost in adream

[Notch] Exactly. And lamb chops sound pretty good right now. Do you have any wood blocks?

-baaa from outside-

[CP] - It's a dream! You can get them yourself!

[Notch] Sighs- force of habit. Thanks for watching over me Cp

[CP] - Whatever

[CP] Leaves the dream and opens his eyes back up in the real world-

[Doc] has put a plate with a rare and still hot steak in it next to him. Xe's copied hir boots and is plying the metal heels off the duplicates- is he okay Cp?

[CP] - He's fucking fine

[Doc] Why so mad? Was his dreamscape something annoying? - Xe strips most of the rubber off the bottoms of the boots, leaving a thin, waffly, textured surface.

[CP] - It was fucking New Zealand

[Flux] - New Zealand?

[Doc] I don't know where that is, what did it look like? - Xe's thinning out the leather into something more breatheable and pliable-

[CP] - Many humans use it for movie sets because it's "pretty"

[Deer] - Movies?

[CP] - Moving pictures that humans use for entertainment

[Doc] So lots of green, maybe some trees, rivers and stuff? I guess it's just his happy place? - Doc flips the boots on their heels and melts the front fabric and rubber as one, making a seperate space for the big toes and testing how flexible they are.

[CP] - Pretty much

[Flux] Goes over to Notch and takes his hand

[Doc] As long as he's not in pain. I wonder if what we gave him had any effect on his dreamstate? He is kind of a Herobrine.

[CP] - Oh it did

[Doc] Is attaching some little hooks. - Do tell!

[CP] - An item on a table from each person who gave him blood

[Doc] Aww... that's sweet. I hope he gets use out of everything. Dare I ask what?

[CP] Sighs- A pincushion for you, a healing blossom for Lie, coffee for TLOT, socks for Steve, and a wooden sword for Stevie

[Flux] - A wooden sword...

[Doc] Chuckles - Socks and coffee? That is perfect. But aren't you forgetting someone?

[CP] - Nope

[Doc] Super curious now- I think you are.

[CP] - No, I'm not

[Doc] Shakes hir head- Okay Cp. Have it your way... Okay Deerheart. Have a sit and let me strap these on so you can try them out.

[Deer] - No

[Doc] Please? They're nice and soft.

[Deer] Huffs and sits on her feet-

[Doc] But I made them just for you.

[Deer] - I don't want them

[CP] Quiet snickering-

[Doc] Sad face with a side dollop of lip quiver-

[Deer] - Oh please don't give me that look love...

[Doc] -tiniest little sniffle-

[Deer] - Fine, but I refuse to wear them indoors

[Doc] Okay. But at least try them on for now so I can adjust them if need be.

[Deer] - Oh alright- She offers her feet

[Doc] Slips the little boots over her feet, minding to get her toes in comfortably. Xe's pulling and molding the cloth as xe goes and slips the little hooks together up her calves one at a time. It's obvious xe's trying to be sensual since hir mate does like feeling a little confined. - Is black okay? Or should I change the color?

[Deer] - Brown, like my hooves

[CP] Rolls his eyes-

[Doc] Slides hir hands up and down every inch of the boots, changing the color - Here's the nifty part. Wiggle your toes, you can bend the soles too.

[Deer] Does so- I still don't like them much...

[Doc] Kisses her knee - You only need them out here. Humans are bad about littering. You don't want to step on broken glass or cracked concrete or other trash. You could get cut and sick because of it.

[Deer] - Can we even catch human illness'?

[Doc] I don't want to find out. Just trust me. There are gross things on the ground you don't want to step in.

[Deer] - Oh alright

[Doc] Scoots up next to her and kisses her, running fingers through her hair- Feels so strange... but soft.

[Deer] - I'm not used to the strands being so thin

[Flux] - The changes to both of us are odd to look at

[Doc] I'm still not used to a lot of things out here... I have to pretty much stay away from mirrors entirely.

[CP] - That trip to the shopping center was entertaining when you reached the mirrors

[Doc] Huffs a little- It's just hard... there's too much... DETAIL.

[CP] - It's not that bad

[Doc] You also think the blood and rot smell of Slenders manor isn't bad either.

[CP] - Smells like home

[Doc] Exactly. It's a personal opinion. Actually while I'm at it, Flux, do you need anything? I know you can kinda, think your outfit into existence?

[Flux] - Yes, I assume I may have to change it?

[Doc] I can alter it a little to make it more fashionable?

[Flux] - If you sketch out something more appropriate I can shift it, it's still made from my magic

[Doc] Maybe some pants, and a sleeveless top? Just shorten up your kimono and leave it open like a jacket.

[Flux] - I will try- She concentrates and her clothes twist and alter. She soon appears to be wearing a pants suit in a purple shade

[Doc] That looks nice. Braiding your hair might be a good idea too. Most humans can't grow it that long.

[Flux] - I see...- She's never done anything with her hair before

[Deer] - Here, I'll help you with that Flux- She gets up and immediately trips

[Doc] Helps her up - take it slow. I know it's probably like learning to walk all over again without your hooves.

[Deer] Huffs in annoyance-

[Doc] I know... Would you prefer a stiff sole? Is the flexibility not helping?

[Deer] - Either way I think I'd still trip

[Doc] Helps her along. Xe flicks an eye at Cp to see if he's touched his food at all, the smell of the meat is still strong.

[CP] Food is still untouched-

[Deer] Sits kinda behind Flux and begins to braid her hair- Love can you get me something to tie this off with?

[Doc] Okay... - Xe looks around and finally just pulls a boot off and slices the bottom edge off hir pants leg to make a ribbon. - Here. It's even purple.

[Deer] - Thank you love- She takes it and ties off Flux's braid- Well I don't think your hair will drag on the ground anymore

[Doc] I'd say we should go out, but it's night. Unless you want to go to a diner or something.

[Deer] - Diner?

[Doc] Just a place where humans get food. Kind of like the bar, but without Sam. They're usually late night places.

[Deer] - Flux? Do you want to go?

[Flux] - No, I'll stay here with Notch

[Doc] Cp?

[CP] - Do I get to murder somebody?

[Doc] Nooooo. We could go somewhere with alcohol instead if that would make you happier though.

[CP] - Nope, but you should probably change your clothes

[Doc] Scowls- Fiiine. - Xe Takes off hir coat and gloves and stows them. Hir tank top underneath is black today.

[CP] - Do you need me to make you an opening?

[Doc] Let me check the net for someplace that's decently close and open first. - takes out hir phone. - Unless you have a favorite somewhere?

[CP] - What makes you think I go to restaurants?

[Doc] I don't, I was just asking. Geeze. Here, this will do. Can you get me close to here? - Xe shows him a location on the phone.

[CP] - Yeah- He flicks his hand and creates an opening for Doc via the tv- You'll pop out in an alley

[Doc] As long as we aren't seen, that's good enough. Thank you Cp- Xe peeks out the opening to make sure it's clear and then motions for Deerheart to follow hir.

[Deer] Cautiously steps through-

-It's dark out and there's streetlights beyond the alley. The ground is reflecting the colored lights on the street because it must have rained a bit earlier. There are a few people walking, and some cars on the street.

[Deer] Becomes very nervous- Doc...

[Doc] Holds her hand- Yes?

[Deer] - What were those things that went by?

[Doc] Oh, they're cars. Don't walk in front of them unless they're fully stopped and you know the person inside can see you. It's just a big metal box humans use to get around fast in.

[Deer] - Why?

[Doc] Because humans get tired easily and they tend to live too far away from places they need to be to just walk.

[Deer] Looks around at everything, getting overwhelmed already-

[Doc] Take a few breaths, just center yourself before you step out. It can be overwhelming. Just pretend they're Testificates.

[Deer] - There's so many of them...

[Doc] I know. And they can be mean. So just don't engage people randomly.

[Deer] Moves close to Doc's side- Just stay close?

[Doc] Puts her arm around Deerheart's waist. - I will.

[Deer] - We'll try this...

[Doc] Walks her out gently onto the sidewalk. There's a lit up building with a glass facade not far away - We're just going over there.

[Deer] - So many tiny lights...

[Doc] Is watching the lights. - We're just going to stand here for a moment and cross the street. Lie taught me this. You just watch the signs. When top ones are red and the little person comes up on the eye level display, you can cross.

[Deer] - So many rules...

[Doc] Yeah... but it beats getting hit by a car.

-The traffic slows and stops and the lights chage to walk and red above-

[Doc] Okay, just stay with me and don't trip- crosses-

[Deer] Is trembling a little against Doc's side-

[Doc] Leads them safely over and hugs her close- Good. Just a little further and we can sit down.

[Deer] Almost trips on the curb-

[Doc] Catches her and disquises it as a romantic sweep into hir lovers arms-

[Deer] - Can we hurry?

[Doc] Yes, come on. -Xe helps her through the doors and into the oasis of light. The place is packed and Doc stops short at the sight of some of the people. There's a whole section of oddly dressed humans in semi drag with garish costumes and goth-y attire. They seem to be all one party occupying a whole section. The waitress leads them to a booth within earshot of the party but not right next to it.

[Deer] Sits on the same side as Doc- Human's have such strange clothes at times...

[Doc] Hell, I wouldn't have changed mine if I knew this was going on. I'd fit right in with that group. - Xe picks up the menu- It's mostly breakfast stuff and there's pictures of everything.

[Deer] - What is this?

[Doc] It's pictures of the food they serve with how much it costs. But I'm paying, so don't worry about that part.

[Waitress] - Hi, I'll be your waitress tonight, can I get you guys started with a drink?

[Deer] - Ummm...- Glances at Doc

[Doc] At Deerheart - What would you like? Coffee? Milk? Water? Maybe some tea?

[Deer] - Um, how about some coffee

[Waitress] Scribbles it down on the pad- And you sir?

[Doc] Coffee is good for me too.

[Waitress] Notes the choice- Alright, I'll be back with your drinks and to take your order- She then heads off

[Doc] Quietly to Deerheart- A lot of this stuff you've had before. They have pancakes, though sadly without the lightning berries. Bacon, eggs, lots of things with potatoes.

[Deer] Looks over the pictures- There's just so many variations...

[Doc] I'm just going random. I'm ready when you are.

[Deer] - Okay...

[Waitress] Comes back over with their drinks- So have you two decided?

[Doc] Points to some crepes with strawberries- This, with bacon and - peers at the menu- hash-browns.

[Deer] - I'll have the same

[Waitress] - Alrighty then- She takes the menus from them- I'll be back with that in a few minutes so just sit tight

[Doc] at the waitress- Wait. Can I ask you something?

[Waitress] - Yes?

[Doc] What's going on over there? Some kind of party?

[Waitress] - Oh, that. The local theater plays a movie twice a month and encourages the patrons to come dressed up in costume and all sorts of crazy stuff

[Doc] Xe smiles- That sounds fun. Thank you.

[Waitress] - You're welcome

[Doc] Leans over to speak quietly to Deerheart- Maybe a future date? We'll ask Lie. I bet she'll have more info.

[Deer] - Maybe, but maybe I should adjust to the real world a bit more first

[Doc] Of course- Xe starts fixing hir coffee and passes the cream and sugar to Deerheart- You just rip the little packets and pour it in.

[Deer] Explodes a packet from pulling too hard- Oh no

[Doc] It's okay, just be gentle. It's only paper. - Xe shows her how to open them

[Deer] - It's not in globs...

[Doc] Not unless it's humid. But it is portioned the same this way. - Xe stirs the mugs with a spoon.

[Deer] Is successful with the next packet and makes up her coffee- What's that creamer with the blue label?

[Doc] Looks at it. - vanilla. Like Lie's beans we use for ice cream. Do you want some?

[Deer] - Okay, I'll try it

[Doc] Adds a bit to her coffee and it swirls around in the mug. - Remember it's going to be more intense, just try a tiny sip.

[Deer] Does and is surprised by all the flavors- Mmm!

[Doc] Pats her leg - I think we might be in the making of a foodgasam.

[Deer] - Oh hush, this vanilla stuff is good though

[Doc] Is listening to the weird people. They're chatting loudly and laughing. Xe settles against the soft booth to wait for their food. Outside the rain starts up again and drizzles along the surface of the window-

[Waitress] Walks back and places their food down in front of them- Alright, here you go, enjoy your meal!

[Doc] Thank you miss. - Doc is eyeing everything. There are a lot of good smells and xe checks on Deerheart-

[Deer] Pokes at the eggs-

[Doc] They're just eggs, nothing weird. - Xe takes a bite of the crepes- This is good. Especially with the red berry things.

[Deer] Tries her own- Your right, we should remake these when we get home

[Doc] I think they're mostly egg. I'll look for a recipie online.

[Deer] Tries a little bit of everything on her plate- This is all a bit overwhelming...

[Doc] Is eating with gusto, - it's really good though. I was super hungry anyway. - Xe stops for a moment to investigate the little pots of syrup-

[Deer] - Love?

[Doc] Tips a little of one on a bare part of the plate, and tastes it. - This is like, almost pure sugar. Yaunfen would love it.

[Deer] - Make a copy?

[Doc] Casually sweeps hir hand over the pots and palms the copies. - Done. Save those for later.

[Deer] Eats some more but is quickly finding herself tired- Doc...

[Doc] Are you okay?

[Deer] - Getting tired again, Flux and I keep going through this, though less often today

[Doc] Understood. I'll pay and we'll go. - xe tries to catch the eye of the waitress.

[Waitress] See's them and comes over- Everything okay?

[Doc] Can we have the check and something for the leftovers?

[Waitress] - Absolutely, I'll be right back

[Doc] Makes a grinchy smile and waits.

[Waitress] Is only gone for a couple of minutes before returning with a check and boxes fo rthem to put their food in- When you're ready just go up to the front and pay

[Doc] I'm going to engage in a little mischief, can you put the food in the boxes and wait right here? I'll only be a moment.

[Deer] - Sure- She begins packing their stuff

[Doc] Goes to the front and pays and comes back. Xe takes a clean napkin from the table and looks for the waitress.

[Waitress] She's busy cleaning another table-

[Doc] Zeros in on her- Be ready to go when I come back-

[Deer] Nods in understanding-

[Doc] Walks over to the waitress, rolling something in hir hands, wrapping it in the napkin. Xe presses it into the woman's hands- For your trouble - xe inclines hir head at the noisy group - open it in private. We were never here. - Xe looks slightly down so the glow in hir eyes is faintly visible in the shadow of hir brow and then quick walks away. Xe lifts up Deerheart and the bag and scoots out in the night, repressing an obvious giggle.

[Deer] - So what did you do?

[Doc] Gris hugely despite the drizzle- Gave her a diamond. Just a small one. - indicates a size about like a ping pong ball.

[Waitress] Takes the dishes to the back and steps into a corner to look at the item wrapped in the napkins. She lets out a gasp as she see's the diamond and quickly pockets it, knowing it will help her pay off her student loans in a large way-

[Doc] I feel good tonight. And no naughty tattling on me when we see Lie again.

[Deer] - Why can't we tell her?

[Doc] She'd be annoyed with me. Irl diamonds are super small and expensive.

[Deer] - Ah, alright

[Doc] Shall we head back?

[Deer] - Yes, please

[Doc] Leads her back into the alley and does a violent headbutt near a light before pulling her back into the bunker and sealing the hole-

[Flux] Is asleep next to Notch-

[Doc] Sets the leftovers on the table and helps her to a bed - There, just relax.

[Deer] - I love you

[Doc] Kisses her- I love you too. We had a nice date. -winks- We should do this again sometime.

[CP] Shakes his head while still in the corner-

[Deer] Rolls over and quickly falls asleep-

[Doc] tucks her in and starts tending to the food. Making copies and putting the leftovers in the fridge- Xe strolls over to Cp and looks sadly at the uneaten steak- Aww, you let it get cold.

[CP] - It's fine

[Doc] Puts a little fan of still hot bacon on top of it-

[CP] - Don't you have a kid to look after?

[Doc] TLOT and Steve are babysitting, they're helpful like that.

[CP] - Yes well you've been gone awhile

[Doc] I presume you're just trying to get rid of me. I understand.

[CP] - Well as you've put it before, somebody has to protect the server

[Doc] I'm going. Do you want anything for the next time I come back?

[CP] - No

[Doc] Nods in understanding and makes an opening with a minimum of fuss-

[CP] Watches them leave-

[Doc] Shuts the portal behind hir-

[CP] Once Doc is gone he eats, reheating the meat with his own fire-

[Steve] So what do you want to do Yaunfen?

[TLOT] Is lazily fishing next to Steve-

[Yaunfen] - Gummy fish!

[Steve] Gummy... fish? What's that?

[Yaunfen] - Mada brought it, it goes in the bubbly water

[TLOT] Thinks- Is that something from your home seed?

[Yaunfen] Nods-

[TLOT] Is it stowed in the house someplace?

[Yaunfen] - Uh-huh!

[TLOT] Time to dig in the storage areas I think. - He puts his pole away and gets up, streching in the sun-

[Yaunfen] Bounces around excitedly-

[Steve] Leads them inside and puts his hands on his hips- Where should we start looking?

[Yaunfen] - Vine room! Vine room!

[Steve] Tromps down the step and TLOT follows, his cloak brushing the stairs. The two spread out and start opening trunks-

[Steve] Man there's a lot of stuff in here. Some of it I don't even know what it is

[Pinwheel] Is sleeping on top of the dragon head in the room-

[Yaunfen] Sticks hir nose into the trunks-

[Steve] Pulls out a popsicle and licks it experimentally- Gah! Cold!

[TLOT] Snickers-

[Yaunfen] - Yummy!

[TLOT] He passes a hand over it and hands the fresh copy to Yaunfen-

[Yaunfen] Suctions it into hir mouth and then trots around while sucking on it-

[Steve] Imitates the little dragon [muffled] - Still really cold-

[TLOT] Pulls out a spawn egg and taps it accidently- what's this.. oops!

[Chocolate chicken] Pops out of the egg and stares at them stupidly- bok

[Yaunfen] Eyes dialate and xe hunkers down with a butt twitch-

[Chocolate chicken] Nervously lays a cadbury type egg on the floor-

[Steve] What the nether?

[Yaunfen] Launches self at chicken-

[CC] Runs like fuck-

[Yaunfen] Trips and luckily the popsicle comes out of their mouth-

[TLOT] Watches the red popscicle splat on the rug- that'll leave a stain-

[Steve] Helps Yaunfen up- You okay?

[Yaunfen] - Uh-huh!

[Pinwheel] Glances at them from her spot and huffs a little below curling up a bit tighter-

[TLOT] Picks up the egg and sniffs it- This might taste better then the chicken anyway, it smells sweet as all get out

[Yaunfen] - It has gooey inside!

[TLOT] Makes a copy and tentatively bites the top off of one. - Mmmfff... wow that is sweet... - He sets down the copy and looks at the chicken.

[CC] Is wandering vaguely towards the bathroom and pecks around in the netherwort by the door.

[Yaunfen] - Can we find the fish now?

[Steve] I'm still digging. I found a bucket of weird looking water, is this part of it? - He holds out a bucket with fizzy light blue liquid in it

[Yaunfen] - Yes! Made whole bay that!

[TLOT] Then that's half the battle- Squeaks open a double trunk-

[Pinwheel] Is suddenly right next to TLOT and batting at his leg- Food

[TLOT] Jumps a little- Oh! Hey Pinwheel. What kind of food do you want?

[Steve] Yipe!

[Pinwheel] - Food. In there

[TLOT] Oh? - He looks down in the trunk- What am I looking for? - He starts pulling things out and showing her. There's lots of normal Minecraft food, some cheese, coffee bottles, touchie wine, and a bottle full of shiny black liquid. He hesitates before touching it. - I reallly hope this isn't a vial of lust nectar.

[Pinwheel] - Food!

[TLOT] You want this? What is it? - he shakes it a little-

[Pinwheel] - Smell right

[TLOT] Gingerly uncorks the bottle and a few sparkles float out like an Enderman teleporting- OH. Here, - he tips the bottle near her so she can catch the trickle-

[Pinwheel] Eagerly eats-

[Yaunfen] - Yucky

[Steve] Too each their own. Pinwheel can't have liquid. It kinda restricts their eating.

[TLOT] Do we have any dragonwort?

[Steve] Oh, I saw some in the box by the furnaces in the corner! - He goes over and rustles around before pulling out the bundle of leaves -

[Pinwheel] Baps at bottle once it's empty- More?

[TLOT] Probably. We just need to keep looking.

[Steve] Holds out the tuft- salad anyone?

[Pinwheel] - No

[Yaunfen] - No thank you

[Steve] Aww.... - he puts the leaves away again- Hey! I think I found the fish! - holds up a bright red fish and another that's yellow. Both are a bit translucent-

[Yaunfen] - Yes! Yes!

[TLOT] So now we just need a spot to dump some of this....

[Pinwheel] - No more?

[TLOT] I'm looking- He's goes back to poking around -

[Pinwheel] Huffs-

[Steve] Helps and does find another void bottle- Here you go Pinwheel, no biting okay? - He uncaps it and holds it out so she can drink-

[Pinwheel] Is over there in a flash and is eating-

[Steve] Looks nervous-

[Pinwheel] Puts one paw on Steve's knee as she stands on her hind feet while eating-

[Steve] Is just glad he's wearing armor. - There you go.

[Pinwheel] Is soon done- I go see where Cri is now- She saunters off

[Steve] Little sigh of relief-

[Yaunfen] - How come she doesn't have baby sitter?

[Steve] Because she's the most lethal dragon on the server.

[TLOT] Don't you like hanging out with us kiddo?

[Yaunfen] - So then why was Mama and Mada watching her?

[TLOT] Exchanges a look with Steve- Ummm, wheres Splender?

[Steve] I haven't seen him in days...

[Yaunfen] - I don't know

[TLOT] ....

[Steve] Hey Pinwheel? Do you want to hang out with us?

[Pinwheel] - No!

[TLOT] Trots after her- Pinwheel? Where's Splender?

[Pinwheel] - Gone

[TLOT] Goes cold - What do you mean gone? How long has he been gone?

[Pinwheel] - I don't know, left me here

[TLOT] Did he say anything before he left?

[Pinwheel] - I don't know

[TLOT] Stay right here. Please. Just give me a minute. - calls out over the chat- Hey BEN? Can I talk to you for a minute?

[BEN] - Little busy

[TLOT] It's important. I'll be brief. How can I get in touch with Slender?

[BEN] - Why do you want to do that?

[TLOT] Because Splender is missing.

[BEN] - Yeah he does that every once in awhile

[TLOT] But he left Pinwheel here.

[BEN] - Yeah, he does that

[TLOT] Can you please just tell me how to get in contact with one of the other Slenders? Just to let them know he's flitted off somewhere. He's apparently been gone for quite some time.

[BEN] - I'll send the proxies a text

[TLOT] Thank you. - waits-

[Pinwheel] Heads down to Crim's room, ignoring TLOT's command to stay in the vine room- Cri?

[Crim] - is laying in his bed, snuggled under all his blankets -

[Pinwheel] Jumps up on the bed- Cri? We play?

[Crim] - wiggles and pokes head out - Plays? Ok Pinwheel...

[Crim] - carefully crawls out and stretches, wincing slightly. There is a darker patch of scales on his side - What you wants do?

[Pinwheel] - What happen?

[Crim] - shrugs - Not careful, Crim was. Digging and fell into water. It's ok, is better.

[Pinwheel] Growls a little- Bad water

[Crim] Water not think, not be bad. I just.... Clumsy? - nudges her toward door

[Pinwheel] Is scootched-

[Crim] - goes into hall and makes sure to close door behind them - So, what want play? Tag? Hides seeks?

[Pinwheel] - You choose

[Crim] - sticks tounge out as thinking, then baps her with a paw as he takes off down the hall - Tag!

[Pinwheel] Gives Crim a bit of a headstart before taking off herself, her speed easily letting her catch up- I get you!

[Crim] - giggle snorts as he works on staying away - You tries!

[Pinwheel] Jumps around Crim, trying to herd him around-

[Crim] - squeaks and jumps over, latching on the wall and crawls around like a spider -

[Pinwheel] Watches and butt twitches, ready to leap at Crim- I get you!

[Crim] - snickers and dangles off the ceiling - Come tries!

[Pinwheel] Spreads her wings and leaps upwards, flapping to try and tag Crim-

[Crim] - stays dangling and wiggles paws - Tries again!

[Pinwheel] Leaps again, stretching out her neck so her nose bumps against Crim- You're it!

[Crim] - giggles and drops off ceiling - Ok, runs!

[Pinwheel] Takes off quickly, heading back towards the vine room-

[Crim] - scrabble after her, jumping off the walls to try to get alittle closer - I catches you!

[Pinwheel] - No!

[Crim] - tries harder, doing bigger jumps - Will too!

[Pinwheel] Gets in the center of the room so Crim can't use the walls-

[Crim] - does a final flying leap forward her -

[Pinwheel] Is tagged-

[Crim] - tumbles and lays on the floor, giggling - See, I catch!

[Pinwheel] - Yes, you do, but I attack!- She jumps on top of Crim and tries to cover him as much as she can-

[Crim] - fake cries and wiggles, trying to escape - Oh noes! Helps!

[Pinwheel] Giggles before jumping off-

[Crim] - dramatically flops over, belly up - Eeps, I has been hunts!

[Pinwheel] Concerened - You hurts?- She comes close and sniffs all over to investigate

[Crim] - waits for her to get close, then slurps the side of her snout as he scrambles up - Tag!

[Pinwheel] Sputters a bit and jumps on Crim- Cri I get you!

[Crim] - tries flipping over and scoots under her - Nope!

[Pinwheel] - Yes

[Crim] - is laughing as he tries to escape - Nope!

[Pinwheel] - Yes!

[Crim] - jumps over her toward the hallway - Nope, nope, nope!

[Pinwheel] Takes off after Crim, her tail lashing about and leaving some marks in the softer walls-

[Crim] - is bouncing off walls and such, just trying to keep out of her reach. His claws are leaving some sizable marks in places -

[Pinwheel] Puts on a burst of speed and leaps to intercept Crim in the air-

[Crim] - is caught, but wraps all six legs around her and they go tumbling - I is caught!!

[Pinwheel] - And you caught me!

[Crim] - giggling - Yes!

[Pinwheel] Nuzzles Crim- You good friend

[Crim] - purs - You toos.

[Pinwheel] - We go into warm light?

[Crim] Outside? Yes, as long as no water falling. - Slowly climbs to feets as to not dump her on the floor -

[Pinwheel] - Yes, to the scratchy ground

[Crim] Ok, you leads, I follow.

[Pinwheel] Takes them up the stairs and outside. She immediately starts rolling in the grass- Scratchy ground. Scratchy ground

[Crim] - makes sure door is shut before wandering over and flopping down - That not itch, but makes itches stop?

[Pinwheel] - Yes

[Crim] - watches with half an eye, but also looking around - Why it so quiets?

[Pinwheel] - Don't know

[Crim] - sniffs but shrugs - Hum... so what's do now?

[Pinwheel] - Lay in warm light

[Crim] - slight frown, then reaches around to scratch at the dark patch on his side - Just lays? Dat all? I not tired yet, I no can sleeps.

[Pinwheel] - No need be tired, feels good

[Crim] - snorts a little puff of smoke - Can be, but warm soft rock is better. But you can no go in, it hurts.

[Pinwheel] - But this ground scratchy too

[Crim] - scratches at the ground - But hard. Yellow shifty stuff warm and scratchy.

[Pinwheel] Flumps a won't onto Crim-

[Crim] - sighs and scratches his side harder -

[Pinwheel] - It itchy?

[Crim] - nods, then shakes head - Itchy, but not. To tight. Don't know why it do this time. I has fall in water before, hurt but not do this.

[Pinwheel] Flexes claws- I try itching?

[Crim] - nods and leans so his side is arched out more -

[Pinwheel] Starts scratching at the darker claws-

[Crim] - winces then happy sighs. As she scratches, small red scales flake off -

[Pinwheel] Eeps in surprise- You coming apart!

[Crim] - cranes around to look. Under where she scratches are darker red scales, ultra smooth and flecked with small yellowish spots - It not hurt, so maybe ok. Place not so tight no more.

[Pinwheel] - I not sure...

[Crim] - looks around and picks up one of the shed scales, looking over it closely - This look like me. Maybe is like you feather. Dey fall out sometimes, right?

[Pinwheel] - Maybe... You could ask big people later

[Crim] Yeah, but place feel better. - wants to scratch more but tries not to -

[Pinwheel] - Still itchy?

[Crim] - frown - Yes. I no want to scratch until it ok.

[Pinwheel] - Then go find big people- Lazy tail flip

[Crim] Yeah, but quiets. Wonder were go or hides? - one of his back legs distractedly tries to scratch his side -

[Pinwheel] - Big gold one with long one

[Crim] -sighs- Ok, where?

[Pinwheel] - Don't know. Or you could go see really big one

[Crim] - scrunches up snout as he resists scratching and stands - Big one, anyone, no cares. Itchy!

[Pinwheel] - Go find big one

[Crim] You stay?

[Pinwheel] - No like others, only like Cri

[Crim] Others not bad. Alone bad, no fun. No safe. - shivers and wants to SCRATCH - Alrights. Be goods.

[Pinwheel] - You really want me go?

[Crim] Be nice, but I can finds myself if you want... stays..... - can't help it and scratches, causing more scales to come off -

[Pinwheel] - Fine I go, but only because you friend

[Crim] - smiles and purs, while grabbing the leg that is scratching and holding it still - Thank yous.

[Pinwheel] - Let's go- She stands and starts walking away, sniffing the air as she goes

[Crim] - follows, also sniffing and looking around -

[Endrea] - Is over in front of Lies place tearing the iron golem apart-

[Pinwheel] Bites a zombie that was under a tree- We getting there

[Crim] - hisses at the dying zombie - Ok, ok. I can smells... - stops to scratch -

[Pinwheel] - Stop that!

[Crim] I tries, I tries. - bolts ahead -

[Endrea] Comes into sight-

[Crim] Finally! - runs toward -

[Pinwheel] Keeps pace with Crim-

[Endrea] Looks up- Oh, hello you two

[Crim] Helps! Itchy! - stops and flops down, cat loaf style to keep from scratching himself -

[Endrea] Laughs a little- Let me see where you itch

[Pinwheel] Sits a distance away-

[Crim] - stands and shows side with dark patch -

[Endrea] Land in closer and sniffs it before rubbing against it a little- How did this happen?

[Crim] I digging, fell in water. Happen before, but no like this. No itches. Pinwheel scratch and scales come off!

[Endrea] - Doors it hurt to scratch?

[Crim] - shakes head - No, better. Not so tight.

[Endrea] - I see. I don't think it's anything bad, in fact I think your body may be getting ready to get bigger

[Crim] - bits claws - So ok to scratch?

[Endrea] - Yes but only where it doesn't hurt. We don't want you to pull off any scales that aren't ready to come off

[Crim] - instantly twists around and claws at the spot, sending little red scales all over the ground. -

[Endrea] Sniffs a little- You smell dirty

[Crim] - scratching - Dig dirty. Sore after fall. Sleeps. - the dark red patch gets bigger and there is a faint yellowish stripe in the middle -

[Endrea] - Well would you like a bath?

[Crim] - stops for a second - Warm soft rock red around?

[Endrea] - Well yes, but I meant from me

[Crim] - looks at her confused - Bath from you?

[Endrea] - Yes, I can clean you with my tongue. It's probably a skill you should learn too

[Crim] Crim know wash, but why wash others? They not know? - is confused enough to stop scratching -

[Endrea] - No, but it's a binding thing. It helps cement friendships and familial relations

[Crim] - thinks and frowns - Oh... Crim no family, hatch alone.

[Endrea] - That's alright, what about friends, you can always help groom them

[Crim] Oh. - scratches absentmindly -

[Endrea] - Just consider it, I bet Pinwheel might like it if you helped with her feathers

[Crim] - looks back at Pinwheel - Pinwheel friend. - scratches hardcore at one spot -

[Endrea] - And I'm certain you're her only friend

[Crim] - nods - Wish others would like too. She nice.

[Endrea] - I'm not sure why she isn't nice to others... Now then, you'll probably be itching for awhile, but try not to overdo it, alright?

[Crim] OK, thanks - turns to hop scratch walk his way back toward Pinwheel -

[Pinwheel] - What she say?

[Crim] Is ok to scratch, might get bigger soon. - scratches -

[Pinwheel] - Really? I help then

[Crim] - stops scratching and sits - Please, can't reach all.

[Pinwheel] Goes and starts scratching again- You tell me when you no like

[Crim] - nods and relaxes, slowly starting to pur -

[Masky] Sighs as he heads out into the woods. He's about to light up a cigarette when he feels his phone buzz. Glancing at it he notices it's from BEN and groans as he opens it. It isn't long afterwards that he's rushing back towards the manor-

[Steve] Turned his back for a moment and Pinwheel snuck off- Aww dammit!

[TLOT] I guess I can't say I'm suprised.

[Yaunfen] - We go fish now?

[TLOT] Closes his eyes- She's not far away. We could maybe find a low spot to spawn the fish on the way.

[Yaunfen] - Let's go! Let's go!

[TLOT] Heads out of the house and towards the spawn with the others following.

[BEN] - Hey, I sent your text, Masky says Slender's looking for Splender now

[TLOT] in chat- Oh good. Thank you BEN. I know he has a tendancy to wander but no one realized that Pinwheel had snuck off and not been picked up by him.

[BEN] - Shit, that little menace is on the loose

[TLOT] She's not so bad. It's a bit easier now that she's talking.

[BEN] - Still, she comes near my kid, she's getting drowned

[TLOT] I wouldn't worry about her coming all the way over there. She's likely looking for Crim again.

[Steve] Has found the little waterfall near the spawn and is filling the pond with dirt to get rid of the water.

[Yaunfen] Is bouncing excitedly- Gotta be fast to catch fish!

[Steve] Pokes TLOT and shows him the bucket-

[TLOT] He makes several more of them and Steve goes back to removing the dirt and filling the space with the soda-

[Yaunfen] Switches to dragon form-

[Steve] Finishes filling the pool and spawns in some fish - Is it supposed to be frothy?

[Yaunfen] - Yes!

-Fish jump around and swim-

[Yaunfen] Launches hirself into the water to chase after the fish-

[Steve] Sits down on the edge and lets a fishing lure dangle in the water.

[TLOT] Is pacing a little.

-There's a bit of crackling and a portal is opened. Splender hurries through and an irate Slender follows-

[Slender] - Splender you have responsibilities!

[Splender] - I'm sorry! I forgot!

[Slender] - How can you forget!?

[TLOT] Full body shiver as they enter, and his head whips around to where they're coming out-

[Splender] - But your party...

[Slender] - Is not nearly as important as a living creature!

[Steve] Kinda scoots under a ledge so he's a bit more hidden. But his bobber starts making a plunking noise as a fish pulls on it-

[Splender] Slight distressed noises-

[Slender] - Go find your pet!

[Splender] - Yes sir!- He hurries off

[Slender] Long irritated sigh-

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Halo on Fire

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Summary: The boys had kept you safe for long enough, but anything with an essence for the unusual eventually breaks loose, but this time the break is permanent. A blood spell gone awry awakens dormant powers, as you struggle to come to terms with the flood gates bursting you find yourself attached to a certain demon who oozes charisma and sass…

Tags: Reader Insert, Female Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Crowley. Castiel, Multi-Chapter fic

Pairing: Reader!Nephilim x Crowley

Warnings: Language

Chapter Two:

Endure, endure, thoughts most impure, Concede, concede, but both shall we bleed. "Y/N!" Dean and Sam shouted in unison. "What happened?" Sam demanded kneeling down next to you as you struggled against the wall, you held your arm up if defence, his skin touched yours and all hell broke lose with your emotional stability. Of all times to earn your empathy chip it had to be around the four most emotionally reckless beings in all of creation. You ripped yourself away from Sam, throwing yourself even further into the corner. "Don't!" You winced pathetically in a heap. "Don't touch me please!" Castiel gently pushed the boys aside and knelt down next to you. "Your warding has broken, one of the seals has been damaged somehow, what happened?" His rich voice soothed your panic a little. "I...I..." you stuttered, remembering your deal with Crowley to perform a set of spells, the first one had obviously backfired, the spell was for blood, not holy abomination juice. "I fell over and cut my hand on the corner of the table, there was a burning in my hand and a searing pain, I can... when... Sam touched my arm I felt his emotions; but if felt like too much, like I could see a fraction of his soul..." Castiel's eyebrows furrowed as he focused his energy on your wound. "Are you able to heal yourself?" He shot you a cautious glance. You shook your head no, you couldn't control your current powers so the extent of the damage was unbeknown to you. "How did your warding break from cutting your hand?" Dean's voice held a hint of disbelief, it may not have been intentional but you could pick up on it quicker than usual. "I'm not sure, maybe the pain set something off?" You urged, but he wasn't quite buying it. "It's happened before, Cas can just fix it-" you gave the Angel a desperate plea with your eyes. He nodded, placing two fingers on your forehead. He closed his eyes tightly trying to attain his focus, but his eyebrows pinched more and more. You could feel through his hand a white hot light, it didn't burn, it was peaceful, but underneath that exterior you could also feel his inner turmoil and pain. The longer his hand lingered the more your empath powers took hold, you could feel a deep sorrow that raged beneath, a losing of hope, the need for redemption was overpowering. He removed his hand and the link between you broke. You let out a heavy breath that you had been holding, your cheeks feeling dampened from such raw sadness. "I'm sorry Y/N, I can't seem to fix the warding..." He too seemed a little zapped from the while ordeal. Panic washed over you, you looked between Cas, Sam and Dean. Their expressions were a mix of shock and worry. "C'mon Cas surely there's something you can do?" Dean persisted. "Can't you just heal the wound?" Sam pointed out. The angel before you looked a little irked, it certainly wasn't his first rodeo. "I tried, I can't heal her, Y/N your body is rejecting my powers with your own. This is odd, you shouldn't be able to attain this much power in the first place. Your diluted blood means you are fairly powerless compared to an angel." Castiel had done an amazing job on the road thus far in keeping you safe over the long years, but this was the first time he couldn't fix you, he couldn't keep angels from hunting you any longer. He senses your worry and gave you a soft smile. "I won't let anything happen to you, I'll protect you no matter what the cost," He nodded his head and rose to his feet. You stayed huddled in the corner for a second, contemplating everything that had happened. You went through the process of the spell, wondering if anything reacted with your blood to spark the warding. You drew a blank. How could a simple locator spell have set off such an adverse chain reaction?! "Look, I'm sure we can fix this. The bunker is protected, so as long as you're in here they can't locate you," Dean flashed a weak smile which you returned. "No offence guys but I do like to get out once in a while," you jested trying to make light of the situation but to no avail. "How do I know that there won't be any more nuclear explosions of power again?" You turned your attention to Cas. "You don't. For all we know they could all start to undo, for now all we can do is monitor the situation. I'll do some digging on Nephilim in the meantime. Not that there's much to go by..." his puppy dog eyes told you there wasn't much hope this time. You'd have to glumly accept you fate, that your powers were coming to the surface, boiling over like a pot that had been left on the stove for far too long, the contents were spilling out, ruining what was inside. All you had before was a very washed down sense of empath powers and a faster rate of healing your body, occasionally you could send a small object flying from one side of the room to the other but it seemed so unimpressive you rarely bothered unless only to scare Sam and Dean. Often it was so worth it just to see the look on their faces. Staring back at you in your current predicament were two incredibly worn out looking expressions, the anxiety on their face more evident than your own. You managed to finally pick yourself up of the floor, giving yourself a wide birth from touching anyone, you couldn't handle that level of emotion coursing through you, it was physically painful; your energy was depreciated from being thrown into three absolutely broken, twisted and heavy minds, you ordered the boys out of your room, your body wracked with foreign power and feelings. They complied, giving you quick glances as they left. You couldn't find the energy to even change, you crawled onto your bed, muscles protesting and you're thoughts fragile. You had no idea in that moment what thoughts were yours. Sleep cascaded over your like a relentless flood, and you welcomed being washed away under the rip tides. You woke to darkness, a blanket had been placed over you and the lights turned off. With hardly any rejuvenation you picked yourself up, dragged yourself into the bathroom and began your morning ritual. Shuffling down the corridor you heard voices at the table. "Dean we have no idea what could happen to Y/N on this hunt. We can't take her and you know it. As much as she'd be helpful we can't let heaven track her or for something else to break. We have no idea how powerful Nephilim can be." So Sam was fighting the corner of caging you like a bird. You huffed, ready to storm in and assert yourself when a familiar accent lifted the room. Your knees felt weak all of a sudden at the whisky laced charm of his vocals. "Hello boys." His usual sasses flared up, your hair stood on end. You mentally cursed at yourself as you peeked around the corner to to him adorned in a finely tailored suit, complete with blood red tie. Your mouth felt dry, your collar hot all of a sudden. "What the hell do you want?" Dean threw at the demon before him. Crowley's shoulders bounced as he laughed. "Sorry I'm not here for a social call. Something's grabbed my attention and it seems you boys might want some info." Your interest peaked, since when did Crowley offer to help them? There must have been a catch. "What's in it for you? You don't just hand out info for free..." It was like Dean had read your mind and projected it. "Perceptive as always, Squirrel. One demon manipulating witch out of my hair and ticked off your hunting bucket list. My sources tell me she's in a little town in Michigan, once I have a location I'll be sure to let you know." You pondered what he was up to, he always had anterior motives for everything, there was no way he was doing this out of the kindness of his blackened heart. You decided to make your presence known. "Morning," you rubbed your eyes pretending not to have bared witness to Crowley's apparent act of kindness. "Ahh, the kitten awakens." You felt a burning hot gaze eyeing you up and down. You tried to ignore what he was so obviously doing in front of the Winchesters but when it was apparent the boys weren't looking at either of you, you craned your neck elegantly and shot him a playful wink. The demon king's face soon dropped in disbelief at your actions; driving you to adopt a wickedly devilish smirk. "Dean, I found some information on Y/N's condition- what's he doing here?" Castiel glared unapologetically across the room. "Oh look the gangs back together..." Crowley quipped as he stared Castiel down. The tension began to rise in the room until Dean broke it. "Cas we'll talk about that later, right now I want to know why the king of hell decided to drop by and help us." The eldest Winchester's eyebrow cocked in confusion, spitting her word ‘help’ as though it were dirty. "I'm merely helping you as an ally, building bridges and all that. You scratch my back-" "You stab ours. Yeah we know how this works. Whenever we help you we end up worse off on the deal, so thanks for the information but forgive us for not trusting you." The atmosphere in the bunker grew even thicker, Dean was still raw over Crowley's manipulative streak which had seen him turned into a demon and forced to undergo all kinds of hellish torment. “Remarkable, you two are insufferable. Fine, have it your bloody way but don't come crying to me when you end up boiled in a pot with bats wings and a sprinkle of sage…” with that his being dissipated from view. “Douchebag.” Dean grunted. “You do realise he just offered to hand us catch the witch for free, right?” You frowned at Dean, you annoyance evident and unconcealed. “Were you eavesdropping?” Dean’s shoulders stiffened, he sat upright in his chair watching you with careful green eyes. “I heard enough. Mostly about you not letting me go on the hunt, well that's my decision to make not yours.” You skipped over to the fridge to see what horrors of breakfast lied in waiting. You huffed when the contents were revealed to you. “Damn.” You muttered under your breath, salad and a block of cheese were the sacred offerings, you scoffed and slammed the door shut, raiding the cupboards instead. “We just want you to be safe Y/N.” You turned to look at Dean, his anger mixed with genuine anxiety for your safety. You let out a heavy sigh. “I'll be okay, honestly. If things get tough I’ll bail.” His worry didn't falter but he accepted that you were too stubborn to give up, he knew you would do anything to help them. “Fine. You have to promise us that if shit hits the fan you’ll get out of dodge and not just run in all guns blazing as always.” You snickered the remark on the tip of your tongue.

“I learned that from you guys so forgive me if I don't stick to the plan…” The three of them glared at you with deadpan expressions. “Okay, I promise…” you surrendered. “Only if we go and get pancakes, all that's in here is Sam’s rabbit food.” You pointed at the cupboard full of whey protein shakes, kale and granola. Your stomach let out a hungry howl at your protest.

‘Yeah I’m game.” Dean snatched the car keys from the table as the others nodded in unison.

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magicalmischel · 8 years ago

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Falling for You CH2

CHAPTER 2 - Angels Don’t Need Sleep

This wasn't the first time Arthur hated his chainmail more than he hated boring council meetings his father had him sit through. But this was certainly the first time that he was genuinely worried he might die because of a piece of metal that was supposed to protect him. And the first time that he knew his death would result in another death – if he didn't come back with the flower, Morgana would surely die.

No matter what, he just had to come back. He had to survive. But the enormous spiders crawling up the cave wall weren't making it any easier, especially when he had only one arm to keep himself balanced and his heavy armour was making it even harder to move up and reach the flower, let alone get out of the cave. The only way out was up, and gravity wasn't exactly on his side.

Arthur took a few quick breaths and then tried to kill another spider with his sword. He missed. But on the second try, he managed to throw it down the seemingly bottomless pit that he tried hard not to think about.

Just as he was about to climb another inch up, a strange blue light orb appeared next to him, giving him light and as if looking at him.

"Come on then! What are you waiting for?! Finish me off!" Arthur yelled at it, barely holding on to the wall. The witch he had just met was most probably just making sure he was dead, or she wanted to watch his death through this magical light orb.

Arthur tried to swing his sword at it, but he missed and couldn't try again because of more spiders. In the end, he stopped worrying about the orb because at least it was giving him light and it wasn't attacking him. He used it to his advantage and fought off the spiders, climbing up inch by inch, until he finally reached the flower. He hid it inside his belt and turned back to the cave wall, eyeing the light orb suspiciously.

It was just... floating there, keeping an eye on him, as if observing him. Waiting and giving him its bluish white light. It didn't seem dangerous... Arthur shook his head and started climbing up again, killing another spider and then finally getting out of the cave, emerging in the middle of a forest next to a huge hole in the ground.

He lay down on the grass and closed his eyes, still feeling the orb above him. When he opened his eyes though, it flew away and he found himself in darkness again. As quickly as he could, he stood up and checked if he still had his flower. When he was sure it was still tucked under his belt, he smiled and looked around.

It was only then when he noticed someone was hiding behind a tree.

"Hello?" He called. "Is it you again? Are you too afraid to show up? Your spiders didn't work! Is that really all you've got?" He drew his sword and pursed his lips. He knew he shouldn't be playing with the witch like that, she had a very big advantage on her side – magic. She might as well throw him back into the cave.

That was why he quickly stepped away from the hole and pointed his sword at the tree that someone was hiding behind.

To his surprise, the one he was talking to peeked at him. It was a boy, a young dark-haired boy with... Arthur's eyes widened and his hand with the sword dropped to his waist. "Are those wings?" He mumbled. Then he regained his posture and frowned. "Who are you! Speak!"

The boy stepped away from the tree, his huge white wings knocking into a twig from the tree he was hiding behind. He hissed and moved his wings closer to his back and then he looked up at the prince with his eyes wide and curious and a little bit scared.

"Y-you can s-see me?" He stuttered.

Arthur frowned. "Of course I can see you." He said, not putting away his sword. Not yet. He looked up at the wings and back down at the boy. Then a thought crossed his mind. "Are you a sorcerer?" He asked. He was genuinely curious, but also on high alert. All sorcerers were evil, weren't they?

"What?" The boy laughed softly and he made a few steps towards Arthur, stopping when he saw Arthur tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword. "I'm not a sorcerer, I'm a... um... I'm not supposed to be here." He avoided the question. But Arthur wasn't one to argue with.

"Who are you then?" He asked. "If you had anything to do with king Bayard and his pois-"

"No, not at all, no." The boy said. "Look, you're not even supposed to see me, I... uh..." he scratched his head and swallowed. Then he shrugged and looked up at the trees and made a few steps closer to Arthur again. It surprised him how unalarmed the boy was by Arthur's sword.

"Will you answer my question then? Who are you?" Arthur demanded. "And are those wings? Answer me!"

The boy looked at Arthur and there was pain in his eyes. "No, sorry, I can't."

"What do you mea-"

With that and without letting Arthur finish his another question, the boy spread his wings and used them to fly up into the dark night. Arthur looked up, but he couldn't see him in the dark.

He was alone again.

Arthur looked around a few times, still keeping his sword in his hand, but in the end, he sheathed it again and went to look for his horse to get back to Camelot in time. Morgana's life depended on him after all.

xoXÖXox

Merlin kept flying until he was sure the prince couldn't see him anymore and couldn't follow him. He stopped in mid-air, beating his wings and looking around before he slowly landed in between the trees in the forest and looked up through the branches.

All he could see were hundreds of stars and the moon and clouds. No heaven, no Garden, no angels, not even Will. Merlin sighed and frowned, wrapping his wings around himself.

He screwed up. Seriously. Humans were never supposed to see angels unless it was completely necessary. And that was rare. He was a young angel and didn't even have a human and he wasn't supposed to just go down here and let Arthur see him, let alone talk to him. That was unacceptable.

Merlin shivered and frowned. He felt something... on his forearms. When he moved his wings and looked at his arms, he saw what it was. Goosebumps. He was cold. He's never experienced this, the temperature in the Garden was always perfect.

He gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky. "Nunc viribus uti volo. Volo ad caelos!"

But nothing happened. He tried again, louder, but before he could finish, he saw something move in the dark forest. He quickly spread his wings and flew up to a branch, noticing it was only a squirrel.

"Nunc viribus uti volo. Volo ad caelos! Obsecro!"

The night was still cold, the forest was dark and the stars were the same above him. Nothing happened and he was still alone. And afraid. With fear in eyes, he realized he had no idea how to get back home and that he was stuck down here, on Earth. Among humans. With his wings.

Thinking about them, he realized they were his only hope for help. He could use them to get to the only place he could – the only place he knew on Earth – Camelot.

But what about his wings? Oh, right. "I can make them invisible." He whispered and hit himself in his forehead with his palm. He was such an idiot! Why hadn't he hidden them from Arthur before?! Then he would have thought Merlin was only a lost boy or something and he wouldn't have pointed his sword at him. But it was too late for that, and Arthur knew he wasn't human.

Actually, Arthur was his only help because he was the only human who saw him, and Merlin had to keep it that way. He had to find Arthur and ask him for help. It was his only way back to heaven.

None of the angles were expecting to find one of their own on Earth, let alone in the middle of a forest. They were watching over their humans, not over squirrels. Which was why Merlin had to get to Camelot too. He was sure one of the angels was watching someone in that castle and maybe someone would notice him and save him. But, not every angel in heaven knew him...

Merlin closed his eyes and sighed. No matter what, Camelot was his only chance. He spread his wings again and flew above the trees, flying back to where he met Arthur and then quickly following his footsteps, walking on his own. He wasn't in the forest anymore and there was always the possibility he could meet someone on his way to the castle. He could make himself invisible and just fly there, but... to be honest, now that he was on Earth, finally breathing in the air around him and seeing the nature from so close... he really wanted to walk to Camelot on his own and spend some time in nature. So he only hid his wings and started walking, hoping he'd find Arthur on the way or in the castle.

xoXÖXox

Arthur left his horse in the stables and ran back into the castle, right into Gaius' chambers. He gave him the Mortaeus flower and then ran for fresh water, while Gaius worked on the antidote, and when he returned, it was done. They quickly poured it into a little vial and left the quarters, heading back to Morgana's chambers.

The prince was worried about her. She wasn't really his sister, but it felt like that. And he knew they were usually just insulting each other and bickering, but he loved her. And he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he was too late and let her die.

Once they opened the door, Uther raised his head and Arthur could see rage in them.

"Arthur!" He called. "Where have you been? I have sent guards to find you, I-"

"We have the antidote!" Arthur interrupted him, thankful that the rage in his father's eyes got replaced by surprise and hope.

"Hurry then," Uther gestured towards his ward that was lying in bed. Arthur watched as Gaius came to her and opened her mouth, pouring the potion in and then closing it.

That was the first time Arthur noticed the blisters on her skin. His eyes widened and fear gripped his heart. He hoped they weren't too late. Her skin was pale and she looked as if she was dead. Arthur couldn't see her like that, but with every passing second, his hope kept slipping away.

Finally, Morgana gasped and started coughing.

"Morgana!" Uther smiled and leaned closer to her, together with Gaius and Arthur and Morgana's maid that he didn't notice was in the room with them too. They all let out a huge sigh of relief, and while Gaius took Uther away to tell him something in private, Arthur sat down on the edge of his sister's bed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

"As if I got run over by a horse." Morgana smiled up at him. She still looked pale and he could clearly see how weak she was. Then she frowned. "You don't look so good yourself. What happened?"

Arthur shrugged. "I went on a day-long trip. To find a flower that would save your life."

"Oh, you did, didn't you?" Morgana smirked as she closed her eyes. "I knew you cared about me." And before Arthur could answer, Morgana reached out her hand towards her maid. "Gwen?"

"I'm here, my lady." The girl answered, taking her hand.

"What time is it? How long was I unconscious?" She asked, finally opening her eyes and finding Gwen's face after a few seconds.

"It's close to midnight. You were unconscious the whole day." Gwen told her, squeezing her hand and smiling. "But the prince saved your life, now you're going to be alright."

Morgana nodded.

"She needs rest," Gaius turned to them, just as Uther turned around with a grim expression.

"But-"

"No buts, Morgana." Gaius shook his head. "As your doctor, I know what's best for you. Now shush, and try to sleep. It's late."

Morgana nodded and sighed.

"Sleep well," Arthur told her as he left the bed and walked over to his father. Uther was just speaking to the guards, but Arthur didn't hear what he told them. And he didn't care. He's been stuck on a cave wall for at least an hour and now he needed to get to his bed otherwise he might pass out right there in Morgana's chambers.

He left her rooms and walked back to his own chambers, opening the doors and closing his eyes. He was exhausted and would prefer a bath, but it was too late for that and his manservant was already asleep, wherever he lived.

"Hello." Someone said and Arthur immediately opened his eyes and reached for his sword, realizing it was not there. He must have left it on his horse.

As he looked up with bare hands, he frowned. The dangerous intruder in his chambers was the boy he met in the forest. The boy with wings that... Arthur couldn't see now. Did he even have wings? Was it only some magic trick? "You followed me here?" He asked, slowly moving towards his table, where he'd left his dagger from earlier that day.

The boy shrugged. "I had nowhere else to go." He told him. Then he stepped forward with his hands up in surrender. "Please, I didn't come here to hurt you. The light you saw in the cave... that was me."

"So you are a sorcerer!" Arthur frowned and considered calling the guards, but he couldn't be faster than any spell and he was already too close to the table.

"I'm not a sorcerer." The boy hurriedly said.

"Then what about the wings I saw!" Arthur asked him, finally reaching the dagger and pointing it at the boy, but he didn't seem alarmed.

"I'm sorry, you weren't supposed to see them." He said and looked at the dagger in Arthur's hands. "No mortal blade can kill me, sorry." He apologized again, making Arthur frown.

"What if this isn't a mortal blade?" Arthur tried, knowing damn well it was a normal dagger.

The boy pursed his lips. "It is, I can feel it."

"How?" Arthur asked, but the boy only shrugged again. So Arthur tried another question, far more important. "What are you doing here? Why did you follow me?"

The boy's shoulders slumped. "I... I need your help."

xoXÖXox

Merlin saw that Arthur paused and stayed silent for a while, probably thinking about what to do. Merlin didn't have to say anything to use his powers in a small way, for example, he could read minds. And he knew Arthur was hesitating right now, deciding if he should use the dagger or call the guards or demand more answers.

"Well?" Merlin asked. He wasn't very patient.

Arthur pursed his lips but didn't hide his dagger. "Prove that you're not evil. If you want my help, I need to know what you need from me and why you want it and why should I help you."

Merlin sighed and went over to sit on Arthur's bed. Arthur didn't seem to mind... a lot. So Merlin moved his hand and made his wings visible again.

"You want answers." He said. "I've already broken a couple of rules, but in order to get home, I need your help, and for your help I need to prove I'm good and tell you more, which means breaking more rules, but I guess I'll have to do it because I already miss the Garden an-"

"Could you please start making sense?" Arthur stopped him. He put the dagger into his belt and slowly sat down on a chair at the table. "You can start by telling me who you are."

Merlin sighed again. "I'm... not a sorcerer. You can see my wings now, and I doubt you've ever seen a sorcerer with wings."

"True." Arthur nodded and looked at Merlin's white wings warily. "So you are..."

"An angel." Merlin finished for him and smiled. "You probably won't believe me right away, but I'm here and I'm real. And I need to get back home."

"And you want my help with that?" Arthur laughed. "Even if you were an angel... I'm only a human. How do you expect me to help you?"

"Well, I'm not sure exactly." Merlin frowned. "I don't know how to get home and I know you won't know how to do that either, but I was kind of hoping someone from heaven would notice I'm missing and the biggest chance that they do is if I stay here, where there's a lot of people that my brothers and sisters watch over."

"You're not making sense again." Arthur rubbed his eyes, yawning. "So... you want to get home, and I need to help you... how?"

"You'll let me stay here." Merlin smiled at him. He couldn't believe he was actually talking to Arthur. To a human. To the very human, he wanted to protect once he returned to heaven.

"And if I let you stay here, what do I get for it?" Arthur asked. "Why shouldn't I just call the guards now and let them take you to the dungeons?"

"See this?" Merlin pointed at his wings that disappeared again. "I can make myself invisible, so you would look like a fool if you called them for nothing." When Arthur frowned, Merlin quickly added, "but of course I can't make you let me stay. But... you know, I'm an angel in need and you're human, so if you help me, I guess... you'll go to heaven once you die."

"That is if you are an angel though and aren't lying." Arthur pointed out. "What if I die young? What if I die tomorrow and won't be able to help you?"

"I'll do everything in my power not to let you die." Merlin told him honestly and smiled, standing up. He was glad that Arthur didn't reach for his dagger this time. "I know who you are, and although I'm too young to have a human to protect, I want it to be you. And once I'm back in heaven, I'll make sure you're okay."

"That's... nice?" Arthur raised his eyebrows but was still frowning. "Um... I need leave." Arthur stood up and put the dagger into his belt. Merlin quickly searched his mind and found out he wanted to go to that old physician that he saw by Morgana's bed in the pond.

"People can't know I'm here." Merlin took a step closer to him. "Please think twice before you tell someone. I'm in hiding. Humans shouldn't see me at all, this was really just a huge mistake." Merlin confessed and sat back on the bed.

Arthur didn't say anything and quickly left his chambers, not saying anything to the guards in the hall. Merlin smiled to himself and lay down on the bed.

He just actually talked to Arthur.

He couldn't believe how easy it was to find him and talk to him and let him see his wings and all of that. He'd thought it would be much harder. Well, actually, when he was still in heaven he thought he'd never get the chance to talk to Arthur, but seeing how easy it was now, he was glad he messed up the spell and ended up here.

He wouldn't even mind if the angels didn't find him at all. He never really felt at home in heaven. It was his home of course, and he loved it. But he always liked to watch the Earth in the pond. He loved to watch Arthur especially.

His cheeks started to feel little warmer than usual and he quickly touched them, hurrying to the mirror on the wall. Was he... blushing? Why was he blushing? Merlin shook his head and smiled to himself when he thought about Arthur again. He'd love to be his angel, but at the same time, that thought made him sad. If he returned to heaven and became Arthur's angel, he would never talk to him again. He would just watch his life from afar.

Merlin sighed and went to sit down on the bed again. He didn't know what to do. He was used to not sleeping at all and having all the time in the world, but the Earth was so interesting and he wanted to explore as much as he could. But at the same time, he was stuck in Arthur's rooms and it wouldn't be appropriate to just go through his things.

So he lay down and sighed again, suddenly feeling something he's never felt before. His eyes closed on their own, and he didn't fight it. And within the next few seconds, he was asleep.

Translation

- "Nunc viribus uti volo. Volo ad caelos!" - I wish to use my powers now. I wish to return to heaven. - "Nunc viribus uti volo. Volo ad caelos! Obsecro!" - I wish to use my powers now. I wish to return to heaven. Please!

CH1 / CH3

#Merthur #my fanfiction #my merlin fanfiction #Falling for You fanfic

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forbidden-creepypasta · 8 years ago

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The Hunt

I woke up at 5 am to leave for my friend’s house on Monday morning. My friend, Richard, had invited me to go hunting with him at his cabin and 200 acres of land up in Montana for two weeks. Needless to say, both of us being avid hunters, the prospect was very inviting to me and I accepted without hesitation. Accompanied by Richard’s six faithful hunting dogs that he took with him on every hunting trip, we left out and arrived at his hunting lodge at around 10 am that day. We spent the rest of the day unpacking, putting the dogs in their large pen that he had taken weeks to build, scouting the area since it had not been hunted since last year, and putting up our stands and blinds. I picked a small meadow at the base of a large hill to place my blind, which is essentially a small, camouflaged tent. We then went to bed early, since we needed to be in the woods before daylight. Our alarm went off at 4:30 am, and we hurried to jerk our camo on and get our guns ready. It was 5:45 when I got to my blind, and the frosty morning was alive with the sounds of squirrels and birds all around. I had waited a little while when a young buck stepped out in the meadow. As I was waiting for him to stop and give me a shot he unexpectedly went very alert, raising his head up and giving a loud snort, looking back toward the edge of the woods to the right of where we came out. The strange way he acted caused me to hesitate a little out of curiosity, thinking maybe it was a larger deer, but as he calmed down and continued to feed I began to put the crosshairs on him. I had pulled the safety off and was just about to pull the trigger when he suddenly bolted with no warning towards the way he came. As I lowered the rifle I saw a glimpse of something dark going back into the woods, but knowing that there were wolves and bears around, I dismissed it as that and waited the rest of the morning out, but never saw anything else. Oddly, it seemed that after this event the usually continuous activity of the small animals around went nearly silent, leaving only the odd birdsong. We both met at the lodge and had a long lunch and a small nap, then went back out into the woods for the evening at around 3 pm. The woods were silent. Not a squirrel bark, not a bird song, nothing disturbing the leaves at all. Disappointed, I decided to leave before dark since it seemed like a waste of time to stay any longer. However, just as I was getting up, I heard something from behind the blind rush away in what sounded like a great hurry, but by the time I got the blind unzipped it was long gone, leaving only a faint smell, sort of like a wet dog and stale breath. Once again, I wrote this off as a curious wolf or coyote and, though it seemed odd for it to get that close without alerting me beforehand, I didn’t think too much of it. We both returned to the lodge empty-handed, Richard reporting the same eerie silence as me, and went to bed early, both of us exhausted and slightly frustrated. The dogs woke us up at 2 am, barking wildly like they were looking right at something. Though we both went out several times, neither of us saw anything, yet the dogs certainly seemed sure that something was there. They didn’t stop barking until about 4, and by that time we had to get up and get in the woods. Though we were a little annoyed from getting little sleep, we knew things like that happen sometimes and were eager to get back in the woods. At around 6 am, it started snowing heavily and so we both went back because of the lack of visibility, and at around noon the snow stopped, leaving about 4 inches of snow on the ground. Like the day before, we went back to our blinds at around 3. After a while a large buck stepped out, and I managed to get a good shot at him, and found it easy to track him up by following the blood and tracks in the snow. He had gone down a small ravine, and as I crossed it I came upon a sight that I would never forget. Lying across my deer was a creature like nothing I had seen before. Long, thin and lanky, the roughly man-sized creature was shaped vaguely like a wolf or a big cat, and was a black/slate gray color, with short bristles all over its body and longer quills going down its back, tapering down its long whip-like tail. Its head was sort of reptilian, lacking a pronounced forehead unlike most mammals, and the teeth were distinctly non-mammalian, all of which being a uniform, curved shape, similar to a shark’s tooth but longer. It had large, opaque eyes and short, finely pointed ears, and its limbs ended it five-fingered hand-paws, complete with long hooked claws. The thing was greedily tearing into my deer, giving no sign of noticing me though I had hardly made a quiet approach, having to walk through the snow. I stood in shocked paralysis for a few seconds before bringing my gun to my shoulder and taking aim, yet when I pushed the safety off, the slight click instantly alerted it and it immediately charged for me like a bolt of lightning. Hurriedly, I took a shot and the bullet grazed by its shoulder, sending it running through the snow at an awkward, loping gait. I was so unnerved that I didn’t even take the time to get what was left of my deer; I just quickly started making my way back to the cabin, barely controlling my urge to sprint as fast as I could. I had just reached the trail to the lodge when something hit me like a train, plowing me into the ground and pinning me there. Screaming, I turned and saw the creature on top of me, tearing at the many layers of cloth and denim covering my chest and neck. Even in though I was overwhelmed in terror, I noticed that the thing smelled very strongly of rotten fish and foul, stale breath, mixed with wet dog. I tried reaching for my knife, yet I had barely drawn it before the animal pinned my arm down and fastened its teeth into it, shaking violently. I drove my knees into its belly over and over, but it just slung me by my arm against a tree, and back onto the ground, nearly knocking me unconscious from the pain. I managed one more scream before I felt the cloth rip from my chest like a wet napkin, and the creature’s claws were just digging into my skin when I heard dogs baying, and the creature froze. The behavior from this fearsome monster could be described as nothing short of terrified at the approach of the pack of frothing hounds. It bowed up, stepping back slowly and snarling, bearing its wicked, blood-coated teeth. The first and fastest dog charged in, and had to leap back to avoid a swipe from its clawed hand, yet by that time the other five had arrived and they drove it away from me with a volley of howls and snaps. The dogs had backed it up against a large tree, and it finally turned to fight. However the dogs were experienced in this sort of confrontation as Richard had used them several times to hunt black bears and wild pigs, and when it tried to get ahold of one dog, the others tore into its flanks and legs, forcing it to stop its pursuit and defend itself again and again. And when it tried to climb the tree or run away, they wouldn’t let it get far before they dragged it down again, exhausting it in the brutally effective fashion of dogs. Eventually they were all at an impasse; baying hounds staying just out of reach of the animal’s claws and teeth, and exhausted, malformed monster trying desperately to defend itself from the snapping jaws of the hounds. Though battered, I managed to drag myself into a sitting position and pulling my gun from by back, I aimed and fired, hitting the thing in the breast and causing it to bolt a little ways before the dogs dragged it back down, where it lay still. I then evidently passed out because Richard found me unconscious a little while later, bloody and half frozen to death from my ripped clothing. He then somehow managed to lead all the dogs back from the beast, all the while carrying me to the lodge on his back. I woke up when he got me back, and he explained that when he heard the shot, he had gotten the dogs so that they would track my deer, but they had refused to stay with him, and tore away towards where I was. He then left the dogs there with me while he went back on his atv to see if he could get the creature back so that we could maybe find out what it was. That was about a day ago and Richard has been gone since. I have plenty of food for the dogs and I for now but these six dogs eat a lot. The food that we brought for them is outside, but frankly I'm too weak to go outside in the freezing weather to get it, and I'm too petrified to even try. For the past few hours the dogs have progressively become more agitated, pacing and occasionally staring at the door and giving low growls, the hair on their backs standing on end. But for the past 20 minutes it's escalated to where they're barking wildly, scratching and chewing at the door to get out. Richard took both guns with him for some reason. My injuries are keeping me from being able to do more than half-crawl along the floor, and I can't even get on the bed anymore. I just heard a solid thud against the door, loud enough to be heard above the cacophony of the baying hounds. The sound of the dogs is deafening now, and I've managed to get a hold of my knife, which I'm clutching white-knuckled, backed against a corner of the wall. The dogs have gnawed open a hole in the bottom of the door, and I just got a very strong smell of rotten fish.

Credit to: legendteller

#creepypasta #horror microfiction

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