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[ncrestfcrthewicked]

‹ Drabble › Happy Birthday

Birthday Gift Drabble For @theabandonedones 💜

Always remember that we love you, sweetheart. 💜

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Draped back against the edge of the porch, pale fingers tapped rhythmically against the surface of it, waiting for the door to open. Or rather, hoping that it would, having knocked moments prior. It wasn't terribly late yet, but Zachariah had hoped to see them before midnight, and the flaws in not coordinating meant that he wasn't entirely sure if they were home.

It was their birthday. If they'd gone out this year, surely their friends wouldn't keep them out long enough to totally exhaust them, right?

Who honestly knew. Humans had lost their politeness over the centuries, at least the majority of them.

A cat meowed from somewhere inside, and he had to laugh. The fussy little things always seemed to notice him before their parent actually got around to answering the door. Though knowing them, they were probably busy convincing themself that intruders didn't tend to knock, late at night or no.

He figured the surprise was worth any momentary anxiety that his visit may have caused.

Another beat, and then the doors were opening. A warm laugh ghosted past his lips as he watched those beautiful eyes widen, watched as they nearly tripped over their own feet as they scrambled outside with him.

"Psy, stay— stay inside, no!"  A giggle mingled with the words, and after another moment of arguing with the feline, they had the door successfully shut behind them  —  sans any escaped cats.  "You came...?"

A fanged smile curled across his lips as he moved over, brushing stray hair from their face before letting cold fingers rest softly against their cheek.

   ❝ Of course I did. You know I'd never forget your birthday, darling. ❞

He didn't miss the flurry of emotions that drifted through their gaze, some blinked away as quickly as they'd managed to surface, others lingering longer. Most of them didn't require any real comment, so he simply let the moment happen.

"Thank you..."

With that soft response given, he stepped closer, icy lips pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead. His free hand shifted to take theirs, lacing their fingers together. Innocent affection, careful of boundaries, but still showing care in the best way he knew how.

A smile lit up their face, moonlight cascading across their features as it mixed with the porch light, and it was easily the most gorgeous thing he'd seen in years.

Happiness had always been lovely on them, though.

"Are you just here to visit, or...?"

Uncertain as ever, it seemed. He chuckled softly, letting go of them for the moment. It wouldn't do to get distracted just yet.

   ❝ And to give you your present, of course. ❞

"You didn't have to —"

   ❝ — Oh, I mostly certain did. ❞  Sweetly cutting off the comment, he lightly tapped them on the nose, laughing alongside them at the chuckle it prompted.  ❝ Turn around? ❞

There was a brief pause, before they spun around to face the door. Brushing any hair out of the way, he shifted to carefully fasten a necklace around their neck, chuckling at the gasp that followed. Cold fingers dusted over their skin as he arranged the garnet and obsidian pendants to sit properly against their collarbone.

   ❝ There you are... ❞

Leaning down, icy lips brushed across their throat, lightly kissing next to where faux-silver sparkled against their neck. His arms looped loosely around their waist, hugging them from behind, and the rest was a murmur into the night's air:

         ❝ ...Happy Birthday, Kerri. I love you. ❞

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Tag Dump: General #2

[ncrestfcrthewicked]

‹ Drabble › Bitten

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For a fraction of a second, he genuinely thought he was in danger.

Abruptly slammed off his feet, his back harshly landed on the ground beneath him  —  sending leaves and pinecones scattering across the forest floor, and thoroughly knocking the air from his lungs. Sharp fingernails extended further, claws digging into the dirt beneath him, as a startled 'yip!' snapped from his mouth.

     (  He could have teleported, of course. But when startled, how many people actually remember their own abilities like that?  )

Heart pounding, far too loud in his own ears, a high-pitched whine sounded in his throat, animalistic instinct overriding celestial skill. It felt like minutes before his gaze actually managed to refocus  —  it could only have been a second or two, in retrospect.

But then the sight of white fur and familiar ice-blue eyes registered, and suddenly he could breathe again.

     Aurora.

          She was never a real threat.

Submissive noises cut short, and he loosed a relieved sigh through faltering lungs. It took another beat before he managed to clear his throat, got his voice to remember that he was in human form, but once he had, his usual smirk twisted back across his lips.

   ❝ If you wanted to be on top, you just had to say so. ❞

Apparently, she really wasn't in the mood for his shit, because it was only another heartbeat before he felt the sharp pain of her teeth slicing into his shoulder. Gasping, he resisted the urge to jerk beneath her  —  ( if only to avoid making the bitemark jagged )  —  and dug his claws harder into the ground beneath them.

        Oh fuck. Oh fuck, more.

He tried to push that thought away, but that effort didn't stop the moan that choked its way out of his throat, or the way his mouth fell open, jaws going slack for a moment. Pain radiated through his shoulder, blood soaking through his shirt.

It was over all too soon, and then the white fox was starring down at him again, an unimpressed look playing through icy eyes. She wasn't even reacting to the vibrant scarlet that now stained her fur, and he wanted to scream.

   ❝ Still making my point... ❞  He felt breathless again, and he was certain it showed in his voice.  ❝ I keep telling you: biting me isn't a deterrent. ❞

     (  She forgot that when she was seriously annoyed with him, he knew.  )

"Where in Inari's name have you been?"

The response, of course, was in the form of a chattering growl, but it translated as easily as any language would have. He wasn't anymore amused by her interrogation, than she was by his masochism.

   ❝ What does it matter to you? ❞

One hand finally left its place on the forest floor, claws fading somewhat, dirt shaken from them before he moved to run his fingers through the fur on her side. Amber eyes went half-lidded, peering up at her as a tongue flicked to wet his own lips.

   ❝ Come on, shift for me. I'm hungry. ❞

The coaxing was met with another growl, this one angrier. A paw lifted from his chest, only to smack down on his bleeding shoulder  —  another moan tore itself from his mouth.

"Stop screwing around, Vulpe. You've been gone for days, and I want answers."

It took a few tries to find his voice again, but when he did, he almost matched her annoyance, a low growl lacing the words.

   ❝ I was busy. Get off me if you're not going to play along. ❞

An irritated bark snapped from her jaws, but then she was gracefully jumping off from his chest, landing in some brush nearby. Her head shook, clearly still unamused.

"You're particularly problematic today."

As he sat up partially, amber eyes rolled with exasperation, a hand coming up to hold his shoulder. Blood still ran freely from the bitemark, sticky crimson quickly staining porcelain skin. He felt flushed, he probably was, and a dull ache had formed in the pit of his stomach  —  far less pleasant than the pain from the injury.

   ❝ No, I'm hungry. And you were making it worse. ❞

She gave a quiet sound, something between scoffing at him and coughing, tails flicking irritably before curling back around herself.

"I'm surprised you weren't off fixing that."  Crystalline eyes softened slightly, all the same, and he was forced to remember that, for all her frustration with him, she was too empathic to actually stay that mad.  "That's going to take a while to heal."

   ❝ Mm, no such luck. ❞  He let out another sigh, hand pressing more firmly against the wound  —  whether it was to agitate it further, or to slow the bleeding, even he wasn't entirely sure.  ❝ And I know. You don't usually bite down that hard. ❞

He frequently wished she would, but that was (mostly) beside the point.

"I didn't really mean to."  Ah, there was the guilt.  "You've had me worried, you know."

Vibrant eyes narrowed slightly, and he curled into himself a bit, tail wrapping around his own waist.  ❝ Worried? ❞

"You've been gone for days, Vulpe!"

Right, of course she was still talking about that. Except...

   ❝ Aren't you supposed to be trying to get rid of me? ❞  She was, factually; the question was purely rhetorical, a formality in the world of celestial beings.

The only answer came as a quiet rumble, translating to something along the lines of "Shut up."  And with that, she was turning to walk away from him.

He bit back the frustrated whine that threatened to form, and finally stumbled back to his feet, absently brushing the dirt from his clothes.  ❝ Are you really just going to walk away from me? ❞

She vanished into a glimmer of water particles without another word, and for the hundredth time since meeting Aurora, he felt like strangling her.

Instead, the kitsune slumped against a nearby tree, taking a few deep breathes as he worked to calm himself down. The forest fell silent as he waited for the flush to cool from his cheeks, hand pressing back into the injury as he half-heartedly tried to get his shoulder to stop bleeding...

Which only served to make it hurt, to make his breathing hitch and get heavy again. A frustrated growl bubbled up from somewhere low in his chest, and his free hand slid down, snapping the button off his pants —

It wouldn't help the hunger any, but at least it would relieve the pressure enough that he could think.

[ncrestfcrthewicked]

‹ Drabble › Cry, Laugh, Recover

Part 3.   |   Part 1.  /  Part 2.

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A few hours later, several pages further into his manuscript, Alec was beyond tired of working. Beyond tired, for that matter, if how many times he'd yawned in the past twenty minutes had anything to say about it. Coffee could only solve so much, after all.

The bigger issue was how sore his hands had gotten, though. Tylenol, ibuprofen, the usual cocktail of OTC pain-killers had long since been taken, and had long since failed to sooth it by much. Which wasn't a surprise  —  the problem was that they were over-worked, and only resting them was really going to improve that.

He didn't have time for that.

Pausing to crack his knuckles in a futile attempt to rid the stiffness from them, the author winced, cradling his worse hand in the other. Between the emotional turmoil of earlier, and the pain radiating through his nerves, he felt like crying. Which was another thing that he really didn't have time for.

Tears blurred his vision anyways.

   ❝ That fucking hurts. ❞

It was an awful parrot of the memory, and it was the first thing that an upset tongue managed to supply. He swallowed thickly, tried to stop his hands from shaking, but they had been for over an hour, and that wasn't going to magically change now.

A sudden touch to his wrists made him jolt, blue eyes going wide, and he almost  — almost  —  had a chance to pull his knife, before the gentle voice in his ear registered.

"Alec, baby. You need to take a break."

Jamie. When the Hell had he gotten there...?

Slowly, he managed to blink away enough tears to look at his computer screen. Sure enough, his best friend's face reflected back at him, expression warm as ever.

   ❝ I don't have time for that. Fuck, I don't have time for any of this — ❞

More tears threatened to fall, and now he couldn't decide if he was shaking from the pain or from being far too stressed. Maybe it didn't matter, because a gentle nuzzle to his jaw was the response, fingers leaving aching wrists to softly smooth over his upper arms  —  where the other knew it wouldn't hurt, and would help the tension rather than making it worse  —  instead.

"Your health comes first. And you always have time to cry, sweetie."

   ❝ I don't... ❞

"You do, Alec, I promise."

A moment of silence followed, but it wasn't long before he was giving in, spinning his desk chair around to let shaky fingers curl into the other's shirt, face pressing into his chest. He heard a sigh, had to assume it was mostly relief that he wasn't arguing further.

"Can I sit with you, honey?"

Careful as ever. Never assuming, even where he could.

   ❝ Yeah, please? ❞

He hated how much his voice cracked on the request.

Seconds later, Jamie was settling into his lap, fingers moving to comb soothingly through his hair. They didn't try to make him look up, and he was grateful for the hundredth time that they were so patient with him.

"There you go... You're okay, baby, I've got you."

A sad laugh finally choked its way out from his throat, and was met by a mumble that he could only equate to a confused animal. A few seconds passed, before that gentle voice returned to his ear.

"Why're you laughing, baby?"

Another small chuckle, sore fingers curling tighter into Jamie's shirt. Shaking his head, he nuzzled into their chest more.

   ❝ I don't know. I'm just really glad you're here. ❞

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