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selineram3421 · 8 months ago

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*a lot of readers loving this fic* Daaaang.

Hissy Kitty

Part 5

Part 4

Alastor X Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ deer man still trying to stay in denial, blood/gore, Italics= thoughts, partial nudity mention, Bold= time shifts, gif is reader's shadow form. ⚠

Alastor felt like he was at the end of a shotgun barrel.

He froze, his hands shaking slightly and his undead heart thumping rapidly.

Quite a daring thing to say...

Husk stared at him in slight shock and something else. Something that the deer demon couldn't decipher. The two stood still, not moving an inch, just watching who would make the first move. Almost like an old west duel.

Finally, after a long silence, one of them spoke up.

"Leave them alone."

In all honesty, the cat demon had no idea what to do about this...situation, but he knew the Radio Demon. His boss was nothing but a cruel, insane, egotistical man who wanted power and control.

"I don't give a shit about what you do to me, but I know if you hurt me, they'll hate you.", Husk said before turning to leave the radio tower. "Whatever thing you've got? It's best to get rid of it now."

And with that, the feline left.

Now Alastor was alone, just like he wanted but he couldn't get rid of the thought of what the ex Overlord had said.

He couldn't deny it any longer.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair before making his way over to his chair.

I'll avoid them like the plague... He decided.

He stayed away for two weeks.

Leaving a room whenever they stepped foot inside, staying in his room, office, or radio tower when he didn't know where they were in the hotel.

And then something snapped.

The thought was screeching in his mind, clawing at his chest, a never ending cycle of want.

He had to-

No.

Needed to tell them.

Maybe confessing would help stop that feeling.

With the last of his sanity, Alastor stepped out of his radio tower and went to search for them with the help of his shadows.

You were confused at first by the absence of the red dressed demon but thought nothing of it since your brother seemed happier.

Charlie had given you the new job of welcoming new guests at the front desk but well...its been very boring.

No one checks in.

Like at all. The demons that do come in ask for directions and then there's Cherri Bomb, Angel's friend who stops by for a second or two. So, you spent most of your days talking to your brother at the bar, leaving a "ring the bell for assistance" sign at the check-in counter.

You held a glass of very diluted iced catnip tea, your brother made sure to make it that way so you don't run around the hotel like last time.

"Ugh.", you hid your face in embarrassment.

I can't believe Husk planned that. That jerk! You sighed. I did enjoy the nap after though..

Then your thoughts continued until it wound up to the last conversation you had with your brother about the red dressed demon.

After telling him what happened, Husk stood up real quick and said he'd be right back. Then he came back with snacks and his poker face.

What your brother doesn't know is that you can actually read his poker face. It's very, very faint, but his ears give him away. Depending on the way that it flicks, you can tell how bad a situation is.

And his ear flicked back twice.

Which means he doesn't like the current cards in his hand.

What did he get? You wonder and sip your drink.

Some more time passes and the next time you see Alastor in the same room as you is when the King comes to visit the hotel.

Keekee is in your arms and hops out once Lucifer stops hugging Charlie.

Things take a turn after some random flapper shows up and then there are shark sinners.

"MY WINDOWS!", Nifty screeches in horror.

It goes to shit really quickly, everything is too loud, everyone is running around and trying to stay out of the shooting range of the flaming boulders, and you were overstimulated with all of the things happening at once.

"GET BEHIND THE COUNTER KIT!", Husk grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you towards the bar.

You make a face once seeing the flapper, the reason loan sharks are attacking the hotel, is hiding behind the counter.

"Oh fuck this.", you sigh and walk away.

No wonder your brother said not to come here.

Its too loud..

The banging on the door didn't stop until the Radio Demon stepped out and the screams took over.

Too loud.

"I will devour each and every one of you!"

You covered your ears in pain, wishing you brought your headset.

"ITS TOO FUCKING LOUD!", you yell out.

Alastor reminisces when these feelings solidified.

It was when Lucifer and Mimzy showed up at the hotel. He had his fun messing around with the King, making the short blonde feel jealous.

Then Mimzy barged in, which is not a surprise, and started chatting up with the others.

What annoyed him was when Husk mentioned the deal that he, the Radio Demon, had made. Reminding him that he too needed to stay within range so his collar didn't choke his neck.

Then after taking care of Husk, he made his way downstairs to take care of Mimzy's mess.

And that's when it happened.

As he was ripping apart some of the loan sharks, he heard screaming from inside the hotel. Turning to deal with the ones that managed to slip past him, he finds a shadow creature with multiple eyes dragging the left over sharks into the darkness.

"NO! No, no, no, no, no! AH-!", a shark screamed before the shadow tore open his stomach and ripped out his intestines.

"Kit! You gotta calm down!", Husk yelled out.

"That's your little sibling!?", Angel screeched. "What the fuck happened!?"

"It was too damn loud, that's what happened!"

The two continued to bicker as they tried to move the shadow out of the hotel.

A piece of rubble fell and Mimzy side stepped away from it. "Oops. Sorry about the mess. I'm sure the little bug can handle it."

"Mimzy.", Alastor went back to his normal size and made his way towards the hotel. "I believe it's time for you to leave. Now."

"What-? Come on, you don't mean that~", the flapper laughs. "This dump doesn't mean anything to ya! And you love taking care of me!"

"I can't have you making a mess here.", he replied. "You can stay if you want to be redeemed.", he turned to look back at the short woman. "But we both know that's not your style."

"Fine! I don't need you! Have fun at this ritzy dump and-!"

Alastor ignored the rest and walked into the hotel lobby. Husk was the only one taking care of the shadow beast, while Angel was watching whatever was going on between the two royals with the others.

"It's ok now, calm down.", the cat demon said to the shadow in the corner.

"What or who is this?", the deer demon asks and points to the shadow creature.

"Pretty sure you ain't deaf, you heard Angel yell it out.", Husk said and started..purring?

"My! I didn't know you could make such an adorable sound!", he grinned.

"Shut up!", the cat hissed quietly. "They need to calm down, loud noises only make it worse!"

"Well, why didn't you say that sooner?"

With a snap of his fingers, he teleported the three of them into his room in the greenery area.

"The only sounds in here are nature, will this do?", Alastor asked.

"Yes, this is fine.", Husk nodded before getting focused, and pulled the shadow closer. "Kit? Listen. You're ok now.", he said and started purring again.

Their shadow figure was still too large, so the radio demon decided to add in some of his white noise static, earning a look from Husker.

"It helps.", was all he said.

Slowly but surely, the shadow got smaller and smaller before going back into a familiar figure. The darkness on their form began to fade away, starting from the tips of their feet/paws.

Before the shadow fully receded, Husk held out his hand.

"Give me a blanket or somethin'."

"Whatever for?", he asked with a raised brow.

"You wanna see them naked?"

Alastor quickly took off his coat and handed it over.

In a quick motion, the cat demon covered his sibling in the red fabric and wrapped an arm around their shoulders, holding them securely as they passed out.

A few moments passed before the demon in red decided to ask his question.

"What exactly happened?"

Husk was quiet for a bit and then sighed.

"I'll let them tell you."

Now, Alastor stood in front of your hotel room.

He felt like it was as if it was his first broadcast all over again. His nerves were all over the place and his hands felt tingly.

Clearing his throat, he prepared himself and knocked on their door.

"Dear? Are you there? There is something I wish to discuss with you."

A few heartbeats later, the door opens.

"Come in."

*flops over* I'm done for now. Stay tuned.

~Seline, the person.

Part 6

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*In comments because there are SO many*

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basically-neroland · 5 days ago

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nero proposal headcanons‼️✨

hi rly late bc i was bedrotting again BUT here's the 50 follower special!! thanks again for all the support <3 this is only half of the post!! there's another half that i'll either drop at 75 or 100, depends on how fast i gain those followers LOL. this is gonna be kind of a long one so buckle up!

g/n!reader (whether you're a devil hunter as well is ambiguous and fully up to you!!)

he never thought too much about marriage until you brought the conversation up because you'd been together for a couple years and wanted to know how he felt about it

he realised pretty fast that he wanted to marry you someday LOL

he knows that marriage isn't required to show how much you love someone, but the idea of eventually being able to call you his spouse/husband/wife made him really happy

when he eventually bought a ring, he kept it hidden for months and i do mean MONTHS. probably like half a year, just waiting for the right moment

i don't see him as the kind of person to do a big gesture, he'd give you the ring and then do the little speech thing later when you're alone :)

or you'll both be at home doing something mundane and he just proposes out of nowhere because he's so fucking in love

you'll literally be making coffee or tea in the morning (or just something to eat if you drink neither) and suddenly he's down on one knee holding a ring

you could be watching tv together and suddenly there's a ring on your finger

christmas/holiday proposal‼️✨🎄

you're at a little holiday party with the other members of devil may cry—dante (+vergil if you want), lady, trish and nico +kyrie and patty if you like :)

he hid the ring at the bottom of the box or bag with whatever gift he got you. it was still in the box and you knew what it was, but figured it could also be a necklace or something

you open the little box and just throw your arms around his neck. whether you're loud or quiet about it is up to you, but you're just repeating "yes" over and over again

and he just has his arms around your waist and laughs a little, mostly because he was fuuucking nervous 😭 so he's relieved

later when you're alone again, he gets on one knee and starts telling you how much he loves and appreciates you. he's all red in the face, but he's smiling

he asks you straight-up if you'll marry him, and when you say yes, he puts the ring on your finger and kisses you <3

bonus proposal idea‼️✨

he comes home from a devil hunting job and he's a little banged up. you know he heals fast, but you like patching him up anyway—you feel less worried that way, so most of the time he just lets you, even if he's exhausted and just wants to shower and go to bed 😭

one night, when you're done patching him up and are putting the first-aid kit away, he just pulls the ring out and holds it in his hand where you can see until you notice

again, thank you all so much for 50!! the other half of this post will come with its own bonus proposal idea as well :) i'll get back to requests tomorrow!!!

#fun fact this has been in my drafts since june 14th which is the day after i started this side account lol #so it's been here the whole time and i've just been waiting... 🤭#basically-neroland #dmc nero x reader #nero sparda x reader #nero x reader #nero sparda headcanons #nero sparda #dmc nero #nero devil may cry #dmc5 nero #devil may cry nero #dmc #devil may cry #dmc x reader #devil may cry x reader

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grimpath · 1 month ago

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Breadhead x human!scientist!You

Request! Hurt/comfort, fluff, protective-mode yeastboy. This looks much more like a mini-fic than headcanons, but whatever... Your request honestly was like a whole fic itself, I really liked reading it! I hope I managed to add something good to it (sorry that it took so much time, I've been delirious about Diligence 💀)

— you did a great job playing the role of a human living among the dead. you've had to survive since you were a child, and it's taught you a lot — from self-treatment to the art of changing your identity.

— you even found your place among rotlings by getting a job at a butcher shop, whose team has become like the family you never had.

— of course, nothing is ever too perfect, and this place had its own secrets that you were once privy to.

— and you yourself had something to run and hide from. at the beginning of your journey, you were careless enough for someone to start hunting you down. however, for a reason completely unrelated to your human nature, which you hid most skillfully. the reason for this was your connection with paradise lost — you were noticed when you escaped from there.

— the rumours spread like fire while you were settling into your life. you suspected, you felt something was wrong, but you couldn't figure out what exactly was the matter.

— and then they started showing up — the ones who were trying to corner you. you didn't have conversations with them, but borrowed a problem-solving method from your boss, starting to cement suspiciously annoying personalities.

— however, these were not isolated scoundrels but a real gang that runs many in the area. and an informant from paradise lost itself would be very useful to them.

— when their people began to disappear, they, of course, understood what was the matter. and once they ambushed you all together. which was extremely difficult to resist, so hard that they drew you blood, and more than once. and then it was already counting for seconds — there was no room for error.

— you did it at the cost of liters of your pitch-black blood, which covered almost the entire street. in the same state, you managed, first of all, to send all the attackers to the bottom of deep dirty waters one by one.

— and then just... crawled to the nearest secluded place, clutching the wounds. patched yourself with the first available needle you carried for a long time, completely non-sterile. secured your exposed flesh with a striated stapler from the trashcan. and leaned back, throwing head up, looking up into the dark green sky, panting hard. you just couldn't show up at the butcher shop like that.

— however, your long absence has been noticed. someone who has always taken care of everyone, but you in particular. the one you feared and respected probably the most.

— the one whose silhouette you noticed with a swollen gaze, shuddering, pressing your body, heated from injuries, against the cold wall.

— the realization in his eyes turns to rage, and you hold your breath, closing your eyes, preparing to accept the expected fate. you've seen how he reacts to the mere mention of blackbloods.

— however, all you feel is someone stepping up to you and picking you up with extreme caution.

— he brings you home, to your room, in secret from the others. he doesn't know how to help you, and therefore fulfills all your quiet requests for antiseptic or proper needle from your kit.

— only when you sigh with relief and look up at him with exhausted eyes does he ask a single question:

— "who?"

— you couldn't help but open up to the one who found out your innermost secret. and kept it.

— you told him exactly what happened and who was involved in it. you noticed how his muscles twitched when you explained the details in colours.

— he didn't leave your side that night. you couldn't help but cling to him. such a deceptively soft body, harboring a gigantic power that you were extremely wary of, eventually gave you peace.

— you've woken up alone, but you've been carefully tucked into your own bed. in the following days, no one bothered you. you suspected whose fault it was. and were worried where the culprit had gone.

— until one night you woke up, almost jumping up from the feeling of someone else's presence. and it was justified — in the semi-pitch darkness, a silhouette towered, whose sudden appearance would have terrified you just a week ago.

— but now you just breathed a sigh of relief and threw yourself into his arms, completely forgetting whether you have not only the moral right to do this, but also the capabilities of the body. you almost fell on shaky legs when you were picked up and gently carried to his soft but firm chest. the chest covered with purple blood.

— "I need to show you something"

he says, and you realize that you're willing to follow him anywhere. even to the ninth circle of hell.

— in the middle of the night, he takes you to a remote, overgrown shore. purple streaks are barely visible on the water surface. you understand everything right away.

— "whatever happens, always tell me first. there won't be a crumb left of them"

— surprisingly, he didn't become overly protective after that. of course, you were free to walk by yourself and do whatever you wanted. he understands that you're very used to surviving alone. however, the thing is, now you don't really want to survive let alone. now you want to and can just... live. happily live with the one who calls you his scored bun in private, with a touch of rebuke in his tone.

#the gaslight district #tgd #tgd x you #tgd x reader #the gaslight district x you #the gaslight district x reader #the gaslight district breadhead #breadhead x you #breadhead x reader #breadhead the gaslight district #breadhead tgd #headcanon #tgd breadhead #breadhead #tgd breadhead x you #tgd breadhead x reader

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sutashii · 9 months ago

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Hoshina Soshiro x Doctor!Reader AU, pt. 3

setting: even if you two are together, you still need to act formal in front of everyone

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Doctor!Reader (established relationship)

warnings: not applicable

notes: aaaand this one also can be read as a separate story! sorry for these parts being short, just need to take these drabbles out of my head as fast as possible x3

another parts of this AU: part 1 part 2 part 3 (current one) part 4 part 5 part 6

Subordination

You knew you needed to respect subordination between you and Soshiro when you were on public.

For others, you were no more than a vice-captain of Third Division and a simple doctor. Soft touches, lingering feelings of passion and devotion were all perfectly hid behind formal greetings, emotionless phrases and conversations filled with things that should be included in reports and medical forms, exactly as written in the protocol.

You were making medical rounds to see patients’ condition, provide additional treatment and make sure that everything was going as planned. It was a part of your every day routine, and you were doing everything to make your patients’ recover come as soon as possible.

“Doctor [Y/N],” dry and unemotional voice suddenly interrupted you on your way back to the medical office.

Of course it was Soshiro… Vice-captain Hoshina, to be precise.

“Yes, vice-captain?” you turned around to face him, his frowning face was showing hints of worry and exhaustion.

“One of our cadets is injured,” Soshiro said. “They stabbed themselves during the training session.”

“Stabbed?” you raised an eyebrow. “Are they using swords, too?”

“At least they’ve tried to,” Soshiro said with a small smile that had a hint of sympathy to the cadet who also preferred close combat over other fighting styles.

“Noted. Please escort them to my office,” you said and leaded the way to the small medical room filled with equipment and kits.

Cadet settled into a medical chair with anxious look on their face, their right hand visibly injured. Soshiro was standing near to the exit, leaned on doorframe with arms crossed.

“This injury won’t require any stitches,” you said after examination. “But you’ll need to reduce the load on this arm until you’re fully recovered.”

Cadet exhaled with a relieve, and Soshiro’s face lit up with a small, restrained smile.

“Vice-captain Hoshina,” you suddenly said. “I’ll ask you and cadet to fill in a small form about this incident. Feel free to seek my help if needed,” you gave Soshiro and cadet some report forms and started to sterilise all equipment that was used.

Vice-captain and cadet, after ten long minutes, have finally finished their small task. With a sigh of relief, cadet left the medical office just to meet their friends who were waiting for them outside.

You and Soshiro were finally left alone.

“This is actually so exhausting,” Soshiro finally said, coming closer to you with few small steps.

“Yeah, looking for your subordinates was always a hard task to complete,” you smiled, perfectly understanding how much energy Soshiro puts into training and educating his cadets and rookies.

“No, I’m not talking about them. They may be the pain in the ass, but still,” Soshiro smiled and bent just a little, looking over your shoulder as you check medical reports. “I’m talking about us.”

“And what is it?” you turned around to face Soshiro. It was something in his always half-lidded eyes that drew your attention. It was something sad but gentle at the same time.

“That constant need of maintaining subordination between you and me in front of others,” Soshiro exhaled and took your hand into his, his movements filled with love and respect.

“I know,” you nodded. You were kinda tired of these formalities, too, but they’ve needed to be done anyways. “But we can’t be all lovey-dovey in front of your subordinates, you know?”

“You’re right,” Soshiro chuckled. “Otherwise they won’t hop off me until I’m dead.”

You smiled widely and placed a kiss on Soshiro’s cheek, and his face at this moment was worthy of being captured in an art museum.

“I can do this at least when we’re alone,” you said.

Even if you two couldn't show your feelings in public, the moments of closeness and intimacy were twice as dear for both of you when you were alone.

#hoshina soshiro #soshiro hoshina #hoshina soshiro x reader #hoshina soshiro x you #hoshina x reader #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju number 8 #kn8 #kn8 x reader #my post

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forgeofthenine · 2 years ago

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Curious about a classic trope. Loved one hides and injury! Maybe s/o got injured and hid it away because they were too worried about Dammon/Zevlor/Rolan? How would the bachelor trio react to finding out their loved on hid an injury?

Thanks for requesting this one Anon, it was very fun to write <3

The bachelors when their partner hides an injury

Dammon

Believe it or not, despite being caught up in his work Dammon is actually very observant

As soon as you walk past him in the forge trying to hide a limp he's already downing his tools and scooping you up

Absolutely carries you inside and sets you down on a chair, the type to kneel in front of you and ask what happened

Dammon listens to everything you say as he rolls up your pant leg and checks your ankle/foot for injuries

Lets out little hums as he wraps it up to keep it stable

I hope you weren't expecting to walk by yourself while still hurt, that's just not happening

You can also expect a heart to heart with him another day where Dammon asks exactly why you wanted to hide the injury

He's honestly so good at communication, this man is husband material

Once he understands where you're coming from the two of you definitely talk things out, ending with Dammon pulling you onto his lap and giving you a kiss

Zevlor

He takes one look at you and just knows

Do you really think this man hasn't tried to hide his fair share of injuries?

Zevlor is breaking out the med kit right away

He's so experienced with emergency and small injury treatment from being a hellrider that he's got you patched up in no time

Doesn't matter if it's a cut, scrape, sprain, or particularly large bruise

Insists you take at least a couple days to rest and recover in bed, even just for his own peace of mind at this point

Another man that will ask why you wanted to hide it, he gives the vibes that he'd ask over dinner

Zevlors honestly so understanding, holds your hand the whole time you two are speaking

Absolutely tells you how he feels about everything too and it ends up being a very productive conversation

You'll notice that Zevlor holds you just a little bit tighter at nights for the next week or two

Rolan

Takes the longest out of all of the bachelors, but he still notices quicker than a normal person

He's so used to Cal and Lia hiding minor injuries from him that he knows what to look for

It's a great excuse for him to break out the new healing spell he's learnt, just sit still for a moment and you'll feel much better

In the moment he seems very unbothered, proud of his work even, but later you notice something is off

It's only when the two of you are snuggled up in bed, Rolan wrapping you up tight in his arms, that he brings up what's on his mind

Even if the injury was only minor, it does make his mind dwell on why you'd keep something like that from him

Please just reassure him that you didn't want to worry him, and he'll feel much better if you promise to tell him about future injuries

Expect at least a few kisses from him that night

If you go up to him a few weeks later with a paper cut Rolan will heal it with a spell while playfully acting like it's lifesaving treatment

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader #bri answers

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remembrancer-of-heresy · 1 year ago

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The thirst to subjugate (Part 2)

Summary: You find yourself under the wing of Corvus but soon realize that his love is killing you.

Corvus Corax/fem!Reader, Alpharius and Omegon/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, power imbalance, masturbation, forced captivity

Word count: 1463

Song: Hatari, CYBER - Hlauptu

@kit-williams, It was only at the end of the fic that I realized that I was very impressed by your yandere Corvus. I didn’t think it would be so enjoyable to describe him almost as Perturabo. In the next chapter there will be twins.

You always knew how to notice small details. When the pipes began to leak, small details were hidden in the shadows from prying eyes. As one of the serfs began a secret affair, the officers hid information from their subordinates. Or how one of the Space Marines often looked at the young soldiers, apparently not understanding his actions.

But you didn't think you could tell your primarch's mood. It was surprising even for you. But what was even more unusual was that he detained you. And then on other days, talking to you on abstract topics. It was as if he was trying to make friends. The thought alone was ridiculous, but you couldn’t resist it. It was so nice and cozy with Corvus.

Safely.

Although at some moments when he looked at you for a long time. Stroked your hair or hugged you. It was a bit strange. It was as if his care and desire to get closer to you were overflowing. He consumed you, craved your connection so badly.

But you couldn't refuse. He is your primarch. And he's your friend. You saw him as a brother. Desperately denying your suspicions about his feelings. But when “Alpharius” paid attention to you and you told Corvus about everything... it was no longer possible to ignore it.

You could no longer be in the serf section. Walk freely along the corridors. Even carry out your usual duties. Corvus said it was dangerous and he must take care of you. The Alpha Legion is alarming and they will probably want you. You never asked why his brothers brother needed you.

“But Corvus, what about my family? My parents, younger siblings, my friends. I can’t leave them.”

You pronounce every word firmly, putting a clear meaning into them. You are glad to be friends with Corvus. But he shouldn’t take you away from your family, or appropriate you as a thing. He's a primarch, he can do it. But if he values your friendship, if he values your connection, then the lord of the Raven Guard will retreat. But Corax’s face takes on a martyr’s expression and you want to howl from the melancholy that suddenly washes over you.

“But aren’t I your family too?”

His voice slides through your insides, opening your veins. Suffering and pain fill your soul with warmth. You want to get rid of these emotions. They are not yours. You whimper, allowing the primarch to embrace you, wrapping your arms around his massive shoulders.

“Of course you are my family, Corvus.”

You can't say no. You can't resist. You allow yourself to be surrounded by care and love. Hide in the dark, away from the light, where the monsters lurk. Corvus promises to be your savior, and you want to believe.

Your new chambers are so different from your previous life. It's spacious here. You never thought you could live in a room like this. But it's so empty here. There is no usual laughter and conversations. Human warmth. These chambers are yours and only yours.

It was warm at home. The darkness was dispelled by the light of bright lamps. You constantly heard the sounds of the ship working. A pleasant feeling of something alive, even though it was made of metal. But in the new chambers, even the smallest sound becomes loud. There were few lamps here and they were switched off according to a schedule. The portholes were not intended as security. It was almost always dark here. And it's cold.

You didn't have anyone. You haven't seen the serfs, the servitors. There were no Space Marines here. You only had Corvus. He made sure to get you food and clean clothes without using other people. Without drawing attention to you. The most important thing is that you had him and you could spend time as before. You even had too much time now as he once said.

It was suffocating. It was scary. This tormented you and you didn’t notice how you began to feel depressed. But even in those moments when you really wanted to be alone. Corax was nearby. He stroked the top of your head, wiped away your tears and cooed. Cooed over you like a crow over a baby bird. Saying that you will be safe here.

And you so wanted to fly away to freedom.

***

You were drowning in your bed. It was too big for you. All black and disgustingly soft. And too many blankets and pillows. It's like a nest. But you almost liked it. They enveloped your little body so much. As a child, in the most terrible moments, you always hid under the covers. And it seems as if your bedroom should become a real fortress against nightmares. Not a single monster will be able to see you under this heap of fabric.

But he sees you.

Watching.

Waiting.

You snuggle up to the pillow at the head of the bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin. You need to close your eyes. Need to hide. Run away. But you can't help but look. The chambers are pitch black and yet you can see it sitting at the far end. Hunched like an old man, it was huge and feathered. Black eyes that your brain shouldn't see shine brightly in the room.

But worst of all were the sounds. Heavy breathing, which the monster tried to hold back behind clenched teeth. But it still echoes in your brain. As well as obscene sounds of self-pleasure through clothes. It doesn't touch you, but you still feel so helpless.

When did it start? You couldn't even count accurately. It’s just that at some point you realized that while you were sleeping you weren’t alone. You were being watched. It studied your peaceful face, listened to your breathing. It touched you with their eyes.

And once, when you were lying half asleep, you clearly felt a hand running along the curves of your body. How someone else's nose buries itself in your curls. How it licked your open shoulders and neck. It almost kissed your lips but then stopped as if it was too soon. And this terrible heavy breathing.

You wanted to wash away this terrible feeling and convince yourself that it was just a bad feeling, fear of the unknown, stress. Anything! Just let it not be real. You should be safe, not afraid of anything.

Corvus promised you! He did it. He took your life and you believed him. But why are you scared? Why do you tremble like this? It's not fair! He promised to save you...

From others, not from himself.

A long groan is heard in the chambers and the lord of the crows finally unleashes its lust. If before it came when you were sleeping, now it watches you while you are awake. But everything is also in the shadows.

You whine in horror and perversion. It freezes and rises sharply. The haze in its eyes dissipates and it tries to curb his inhuman nature. You hiccup from such changes. Doesn't he understand that you see him? That it is hidden from the eyes of other people, but not from you. You know what it did, you know what its thoughts were. Thoughts that he cannot turn into reality. For now.

The Raven Lord rushes towards you and you whine and cover yourself with a blanket. You hunch under the fabric, pressing one of the many pillows. Animal fear has curbed you and you are trying to bury yourself. Further away. Deeper. Where he won't get you.

And still you feel his clawed paws on your body.

“Hush, hush,” the primarch cooed softly, as if he was not the reason for your behavior. - “Everything is fine, you are here with me. No one will touch you or offend you.” - you think you hear the rustling of feathers.

"C-corvus, please" - you desperately and quietly sob. -"Stop it. I beg you. Y-you said we are family but I'm scared."

You sniffle and burst into tears that have been accumulating for all the time he... loved you from a distance. It was unbearable. But Corvus didn't think so. You felt him smile tenderly, touched by your hysteria.

“My dear, don’t cry, don’t be afraid. You're safe. And if not, then I will hide you even further.”

Corvus presses you to the bed, hugs your body. And you become unbearably hot from his mass and the blanket. But you won't dare to show yourself. You are again a little girl who is afraid of monsters. Only this time the monster loves you. The cold voice in your ear sends a flock of chills down your spine.

“No one will find you.”

But he was wrong.

#primarch x reader #primarch x oc #warhammer 40k x reader #yandere corvus corax #corvus corax x reader #tw: obsession #tw: yandere #tw: forced captivity

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hero21us · 12 days ago

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Golden Sweat, Summer Conversion

In the sweltering crush of a London summer, the air hung thick over the city, turning the streets and parks into shimmering corridors of heat. It was the kind of day when men hid in pubs, fans whirred hopelessly in windows, and the River Thames steamed with lazy disinterest.

But not Trey.

Trey—once an Olympic gold medalist, now full chav, full chaos, and full of himself—was back on the move. The challenge he’d issued to Franco had left him buzzing, and for the first time in months, he’d felt something stir deep in the muscle memory of his old life. Running. Pure, raw, legs-pounding-pavement kind of running.

So here he was: Camden to Regent’s Park. Midday. Shirt clinging. Gold shorts flashing with every stride. “GOD” was boldly printed across the front and back of his gear, a swaggering nod to the Golden Army—London’s golden-shirted, football-mad brotherhood.

The sweat poured down his neck and over his chest in thick, gleaming rivulets.

By the time he hit the northeast side of the park, his shirt was so saturated it clung like a second skin. Trey slowed, breathing hard, lips parted. He ripped the shirt off in one swift motion—schkrrrrip—peeling it from his chest like a bandage.

“Ugh, bruv… this thing’s soaked,” he grunted.

He spotted a lone guy walking down the path—maybe early 20s, wiry build, earbuds in, T-shirt with some indie band’s logo on it. A bit lost, a bit dazed by the heat.

With zero hesitation, Trey smirked and launched the wet shirt right at him.

“‘Ere, hold this for me!” he barked in a thick East End accent, laughing as he turned and jogged away, bare-chested, bronze and glistening in the punishing sun.

The shirt slapped against the stranger’s chest with a dull splat. The man caught it reflexively, his eyes going wide as his fingers sank into the damp fabric. It was rank. Reeking of male sweat, deep musk, and the acrid sting of summer exertion.

He should have dropped it. He should have tossed it into the nearest bin. But he didn’t.

Instead, his hands clenched the shirt tighter. He lifted it to his face—tentatively at first, then hungrily. The scent hit him like a body blow. Eyes fluttering. Heart racing. His mind emptied, overwhelmed by the pure testosterone radiating from the god-sweat-soaked cotton. It awakened something primal in him.

He moaned quietly.

Then he began rubbing the shirt over his arms, his chest, his legs—his skin drinking in every trace of Trey’s heat. He twisted it above his head, letting the sweat pour onto his scalp and drip down his face. It was baptismal.

By the time he slipped the shirt over his head, it clung to him like it had found its true owner.

His posture shifted. Muscles appeared.

His eyes narrowed. Confidence enveloped him.

Something inside him knew.

He needed to train. He needed to join. He needed the Golden Army.

Meanwhile, Trey had looped the park and ducked down a side street near Chalk Farm. His legs ached beautifully, lungs still sharp. He arrived at a mate’s flat—a fellow Army bro with a thing for biohacking and cold plunges.

“Yo, Treyyyy!” the guy shouted from a window above. “You look like you’ve been dipped in oil, bruv.”

“Just ran the fookin' city,” Trey called back, stomping up the stairs.

Inside, the kitchen was dark and mercifully cool. Trey chucked his gold shorts to the floor and eased himself into the tub of ice water with a satisfied groan.

“Fookin' ’ell…”

The freezing shock coursed through him. Muscles twitched. Breathing steadied. Mind emptied.

It wasn’t the Olympics anymore.

It wasn’t London street life, either.

It was something new.

He had become the perfect bridge—the disciplined body of an elite athlete fused with the swagger and chaos of a chav.

And now, his sweat was out there, soaking into someone new.

Trey grinned.

Recruitment never smelled so good.

He stood up, ice water cascading off his sculpted frame. With practiced ease, he slipped into his Golden Army football kit—tight gold jersey, matching shorts, long socks pulled up high. Then came the chav essentials: thick gold chain around his neck, chunky ring, his snapback slightly askew.

He checked himself in the mirror.

Dripping confidence.

Glinting with gold.

Still damp with triumph.

Trey pulled out his phone, struck a pose, and snapped a selfie.

“Golden and drippin’, bruv,” he muttered with a smirk.

The post would be up in seconds.

The message?

Golden Army always recruits. Even in a heatwave.

______________________________________________

Beat the heat join the Golden Army contact one of our recruiters:

@goldenherc9 @brodygold @polo-drone-001 or @polo-drone-125

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idanceuntilidie · 2 years ago

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In the Aurora Circus

Yandere circus performers ocs x gn reader Warning; metions of kidnapping, yandere themes, being tied up and not in the fun way.

Also you will meet Henry and his love is and will be only platonic, the rest is romantic. Thank you very much. Almost 1000 words someone give me a medal and hot chocolate.

I think my sugar is low- if you want to ask me about everyone you meet go on more might come soon

You start to think that everyone in the circus likes you, but not in a friendly, bestie type of way. Hell you think they all love you. They love you like Kit and Hero. It might be their fault, and it makes sense!

Since they brought you here you swear the air shifted in the circus.

It started with one of the dancers, Kit by accident left the trailers door open, a spark of hope was lit in your brain. It burned bright, but you swear her eyes twinkled when she saw you. Her cheeks burned red, and she just backed away. The gag that hero shoved into your mouth stopped you from screaming.

Ox wanted to talk with Kit, he was starting to act odd, and she just wanted to see if anything was wrong. Sure, he and Hero mentioned something about crush but it could mess with the shows, and she just wants the best for everyone. When she finally got to that trailer, she noticed the door being open, when she got closer, she saw someone sitting on the bed, tied up, (e/c) eyes staring at her. Her heart fluttered. You poor thing, tied up and all. She didn’t move, just watched, will you try to scream? Whine? You are already shaking with fear, why not try to scream? She doesn’t know where this fascination came from, but she didn’t mind. Ox never thought she would say this, but you looked cute. Like a hopeless bunny, it made her heart flutter. Her cheeks burned. She needs to go, back away. And so, she did, but she will visit you tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow you will try to scream.

The next came those twin clowns, this time the door was closed, and you were just sitting and reading a book. When all of the sudden you saw two clowns' storm into the trailer. They looked like they were running from something. “Jesus J this was too much!” One of them whispered yelled, the second one scoffed. “C It’s fine, she needed a little bit of stress relief-” The words died in his mouth, yours too you didn’t know what you say. The twins didn’t also. So you just both stayed like that, silently staring at each other. The one called C looked at you then at J. “Holy shit Kit and Hero kidnapped a pretty person”

C got smacked at the back of the head by J. The other one winced in pain, while J shushed his twin. “You never saw us here, but for once in his entire lifetime, you are cute, but sadly sweetheart this isn’t our business.”

They started to push C towards the exit. “See you later Hun”- J blew a kiss towards you.

“Hey wait-”

They fucked up again, prank gone wrong, Ox was pissed let’s say they decided to mess a bit with her make up. They needed to hide, and they knew Kit and Hero were gone because they needed to buy some stuff. C suggested they hide in their trailer. So, they did, but they didn’t expect to find someone in there. Both of them were speechless. After that little one-sided conversation, they ran away again. This time they hid in the tent. “You saw what I saw?” J wheezed. C nodded eagerly. “An angel”- C sighed dreamily, they did expect for J they him again, but they just nodded agreeing with them. So this was the famous crush of Kits and Heros. They too quiet but, J had to admit they were a little attractive. They felt bad, his heart aching with guilt. They ignored the chatter of C rambling about how heavenly you were. They were right, you were. It made him wonder if they could see you again, and so did C.

You third meeting was actually with the owner of the circus, since he heard some rumors, he wanted to see what in the hell was going on. Henry was his name, Kit told you about him, tall scary and tired old man who got this circus after his parents died. He made the show go on. He saved many performs from becoming homeless, like Kit. You were sweating bullets, but you were a little hopeful now. Maybe he would help you get out, but when he agreed on letting you stay you swear you felt your heart sink. You were speechless, Kit and Hero were so happy. You felt like your life ended right there. But for Henry, he delt like he had a new kid to take care of and raise, and well more performers.

Your spirits dropped after meeting Henry, Kit and Hero kept taking care of you. You felt like a doll, and it felt like shit. After some time, they even let you roam around. You tried to avoid Ox, you think you saw J and C running away from Henry this time. You chuckled at that, but backed away so they wouldn’t see you.

So that’s how you stumbled upon Lio, the magician. So he was the fourth one you met here after getting kidnapped. You loved his shows and seeing him up close was magical. He made few tricks, possibly a warmup. You think he was ready for the main thing when you saw him looking at you. He was smiling and gesturing you to come closer. Lio saw you roaming around the circus, he thought might give you a small show. The way you were looking at him made him chuckle and smile. Maybe you would be his little assistant for a while, so he decided to invite you in. He showed you a couple of tricks, and even thought you some. You were so happy, he always liked to make people smile, but yours was enchanting. You must have put a spell on him because damn, he can’t think about anything else but you.

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echo-goes-mmm · 1 year ago

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Moonflower #17

Masterpost

Warnings: implied domestic abuse

Iris woke up with a throbbing headache. She had been tucked into bed, which she didn’t remember doing.

The morning light filtered through her windows, and it made her head pound.

But in order to close the curtains, she’d have to get up.

Iris groaned and pulled her blanket over her head.

“Oh good,” said a quiet voice. “You’re awake.”

It took her a moment to recognize that it was Kit. “What time is it?” she mumbled.

“Twelve after ten.”

Alarm ran through her, and she shot up. She winced.

“Take it easy,” said Kit. “It’s your day off.”

“Oh thank god.” Iris fell back against her pillows, vaguely nauseous. Kit stood next to her bed, amused.

“Did you even go to bed?” she asked.

“I slept.”

“In your room?”

“You were drunk. I wanted to keep an eye on you.”

“Thanks,” she said, closing her eyes. “Could you go get me some breakfast? With orange juice?”

Iris was aware she was whining, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment. She could have asked Kit to magic away her hangover, but she deserved it for drinking so much. Served her right.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Kit left, and Iris lay in her bed, trying to will herself to shower.

The need to use the bathroom eventually forced her out of bed.

Showering did make her feel better, and the floral soap lifted her mood.

By the time she had finished and gotten dressed, Kit had breakfast waiting for her.

“Have you eaten?” she asked, uncovering the french toast and pouring herself coffee.

“Yes,” he said.

“Good.”

Kit sat on the floor as she ate, and Iris could see a strong dark green coming in at his scalp.

“Your hair isn’t black, is it?”

He seemed startled by the question. “No,” he said simply.

“It’s changing color,” she continued, “You’ve got some green coming in. I take it that’s good?”

A faint smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. “Mhm.”

Slight disappointment coursed through her.

It seemed that for every day Kit had a conversation with her, he’d be nearly silent the next.

“Let’s get some sun after breakfast,” she suggested. “I’ve been inside all week, and you need to pick out where your garden will be.”

“I get to choose?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Kit shrugged halfheartedly. Getting words out of him would be difficult today; she could tell.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he had said that first evening. Maybe he just needed a topic.

“Have you thought about what you want to do with it?” she asked.

“A little.” Iris waited, taking a sip of her orange juice.

“I… I’d like it to look like home,” he explained, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt. “Just a bit.”

“Are you going to plant some wild roses?”

Kit nodded. “If I’m allowed.”

Iris stood from her chair. “You can plant whatever you want, Kit.”

“Even a tree? Ivy? Berry bushes?” he asked, following her out the door.

“I did say whatever you want.” Brennan greeted them with a nod, and they headed down the hall. “I’m not particularly interested in gardening, Kit. I don’t care what you plant; go wild.”

Kit brightened beside her, and Iris hid a smile. He was sweet, and he deserved a place that was his; that he could choose himself.

The late morning air was warm, slightly humid, and she assumed that was good for a plant fae like Kit.

He seemed to soak in the sun, and he truly looked much better than before.

Jeff was weeding a flower bed, wheelbarrow beside him and trowel in hand.

“Good morning, Jeff.”

Jeff looked up, and squinted in the bright sun.

“Morning, your majesty.” His eyes slid over to Kit, who winced. “Morning… you.”

“Hello,” said Kit.

“I’ve offered Kit a spot on the grounds. Something just for him to look over.”

Jeff didn’t look pleased, but he knew better than to argue with her. “Fine with me,” he said tightly.

“Great,” Iris gave him a sunny smile. “Thank you for understanding.”

Jeff softened a little before turning back to his work.

They wandered the gardens; Kit looking around for the perfect spot.

“Anything catch your eye yet?”

“Sorry,” he said.

“No, it’s fine,” she reassured him. “I don’t mind. I could use the exercise.”

They rounded a corner, and Kit stopped.

“What is it?”

“I, uh, I like that corner over there.”

Iris followed his gaze. The high garden wall met the castle, and the castle wall curved inwards, creating a small nook. It was empty, save for a tree that created a patch of shade against the sun.

“What do you like about it?” she asked lightly, curious.

Pink tinged Kit’s cheeks. “It’s quiet,” he said. “And out of the way. And, um, it looks nice for a nap,” he added quickly. “And the walls… I don’t have to worry about someone sneaking up on me.”

Iris recalled how James Harbor had boasted about catching Kit with an iron-laced net while he slept.

“Then it’s yours.”

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Three days later, and Kit dozed under the oak. It was the perfect temperature; warm but not hot, and he curled into the protective roots of the tree.

A robin sang sweetly in the branches, and Kit hummed along.

Iris was busy in a meeting, and he had wanted a nap to pass the time.

He was right about how peaceful it was.

It seemed like this spot had been forgotten about, and he liked it that way. The perfect little oasis; where he could be left alone.

“Mr. Kit?”

Or not.

Kit yawned, stretching out. “Hm?”

“I- I need some help.”

Kit’s eyes flew open, and in front of him stood the red-haired maid from before. David.

He had a black eye, and he was holding a rucksack.

Kit sat up. “What happened?”

David sniffed, lip trembling, and Kit noticed his slight sway.

“Hey,” he said, softly. “Come here.”

David sank into the grass, and Kit scooted over to sit next to him.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” said David. “I- I should b-be at home. But I don’t want to go home anymore.”

His breath smelled like alcohol.

“Have you been drinking?”

David nodded, resting his chin on his legs. “I thought it would help,” he said. “It always helps Dad.”

“It doesn’t really work that way.”

David burst into tears.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” he sobbed. “My face hurts and he takes all my money and now we don’t have anything for food because he spent it all and he gets mad at me for it and-”

David gasped for air, and Kit pulled him close. David wept into his shirt.

“I-” Kit worked his jaw, trying to sort out what he could and couldn’t say. “Are you hungry?” he settled on. Food never hurt anyone.

David nodded. “Y-yeah. We- we ran out of… I really tried. I really did.” His voice was so small, and anger bubbled in Kit’s chest.

“Let’s go get some lunch, and we’ll figure something out.”

David sniffled. “Okay.”

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uglare1 · 1 year ago

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sngl-led-auto-lights · 2 months ago

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Can a halogen headlight be converted to LED?

Technically, yes, but there are some key issues with legality, safety, and performance. Here’s what you need to know:

🔧 How the conversion works Plug and Play (PnP) LED bulbs

Fit into halogen sockets (H1, H4, H7, 9005, etc.).

Built-in driver to convert 12V DC to LED voltage.

Example: “Halogen to LED” bulb kit.

⚠️ Key Disadvantages and Risks Issue Importance

🗲 Illegal in most areas Non-compliant LED bulbs in halogen housings scatter light excessively → glare other drivers. This violates DOT/FMVSS 108 (US) and ECE (Europe) standards. ☢ Poor beam pattern Halogen housings have reflectors designed to the shape/size of the halogen filament. No adjustable light pattern LEDs emit light differently → produce dark spots/scattering (“moth effect”). 🚨 Safety Hazard: Due to the uneven beam, your visibility is reduced and the risk of dazzling oncoming vehicles → accidents is increased. 🔌 CanBus Error: Modern cars detect low LED power draw as "bulb burnt out" and trigger a dashboard warning. Resistor may be required. 📛 Inspection Failure: Most states/provinces will fail your vehicle inspection for non-compliant lamps.

🔬 Technical Challenges Heat Dissipation: LEDs require heat sinks, which are too long/fans too large (may not fit in a sealed housing).

Bulb Orientation: LEDs require precise rotational alignment (many bulbs do not adjust well).

Vibration Damage: Improperly secured LEDs may fail prematurely.

✅ Safer, legal alternatives Solution Pros Cons

🔦 High-performance halogen lamps (Philips X-tremeVision, OSRAM Night Breaker) Legal, plug-and-play, 20-30% brighter, shorter life (400-600 hours) 💡 OEM LED/Projector lamp conversion Replaces complete headlight assembly → Legal, beam pattern optimized Expensive ($500-$2000+ per pair) ⚙️ Professional projector lamp conversion Custom HID/LED projector lamps installed into housing Expensive ($130-$800+), requires expertise

⚖️ Decision checklist

Before conversion: Check local laws (must be DOT/ECE compliant).

Ask your insurance company if conversion will affect insurance.

Test beam pattern: Install LED lamps in a dark garage - do not drive if beam cutoff is blurry or uneven.

Consider warranty - aftermarket LEDs may void your headlight warranty.

💎 KEY ADVICE

Avoid plug-and-play LED bulbs in halogen housings. Recommended choices: High-output halogens for economical performance.

Full factory LED assemblies for superior performance.

If pursuing a custom upgrade, have it professionally retrofitted.

🌟 Bottom line: While physically possible, inferior LED bulbs in halogen housings compromise safety and legality. Prioritize compliant solutions to avoid fines, incidents, or inspection failures. If you proceed, use only reputable brands (e.g. Philips, SNGL) with a proper fan/heatsink design and turn your headlights down to reduce glare.

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rippleclan · 1 year ago

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RippleClan: Moon 37

Oilstripe was seen in a very serious conversation with a kittypet, who ran away when another patrol arrived.

[Image ID: Rattlepelt, Wildclaw, and Weedfoot approach Oilstripe, who is speaking to Froggy. Under Weedfoot, it says - CONDITION: RECOVERING FROM BIRTH.]

“Thank you for coming with me,” Rattlepelt sighed as Wildclaw and Weedfoot walked behind her with baskets. “Last night’s storm is sure to have produced some good clay.”

“Now that I’m not exhausted,” Weedfoot said, adjusting her basket, “this seems like a good way to stretch my legs.”

“I’m just here to keep you safe,” Wildclaw huffed, matching pace with Rattlepelt. “We don’t want any rogues attacking you.”

“They would be fools to attack a fox risen from the dead, wouldn’t you think?” Rattlepelt laughed. Her fox pelt covering included the fur of the dead beast’s head, which covered Rattlepelt’s sun sensitive head. With the way the leather pelt hid her from the burning sun, a stranger in the distance would likely think she was a very, very sick looking fox.

While clay deposits were not as fruitful as they were in SlugClan, the Great Northern River still offered its fair share of clay for RippleClan’s use. The gentle water would cool Rattlepelt as she dug up the needed clay. It would be better than roasting in camp on that particularly hot day.

It seemed Oilstripe had a similar idea! As Rattlepelt’s patrol approached the river, the young molly spotted her mother’s new mate sitting on one of the half submerged rocks in the middle of the river. A fluffy black kittypet sat on the other side of the river, talking to Oilstripe. A newcomer to RippleClan, perhaps?

“I recognize that kittypet!” Wildclaw gasped. “That’s Froggy!”

“Your sire?” Rattlepelt asked as Wildclaw dropped her basket. Rattlepelt had heard of the wandering kittypet a few times; Carnationspeckle frequently bumped into him near AshClan.

“Let’s see if he needs something,” Weedfoot said, setting her basket aside and taking the lead. As the group got closer, however, Froggy’s fur fluffed up. He nodded to Oilstripe with a soft meow and trotted away from the river.

“Come back!” Wildclaw yowled, but her father vanished into the shrub. She growled and clawed the wet earth of the river’s shore.

“I think Rattlepelt’s leather scared him,” Oilstripe admitted with an awkward chuckle.

“I’m sorry,” Rattlepelt said as her ears burned.

“We were finished anyway,” Oilstripe sighed. She hopped back to dry ground and groomed her wet paws.

“Is Froggy doing well?” Weedfoot asked with one ear cocked in Froggy’s direction.

“His humans are still hunting, and he still joins them,” Oilstripe explained. “I’m glad I found him, though.”

“What do you need a kittypet for?” Wildclaw asked, squinting at Oilstripe.

“I suppose I can tell you,” Oilstripe gulped. She kept her gaze on the ground. “Carnationspeckle and I have talked, and… we would like to be parents.”

“That’s wonderful!” Rattlepelt gasped. She shoved her face into Oilstripe’s fluff. The face of her fox pelt smacked into Oilstripe’s muzzle. The ginger molly laughed and shoved it aside to groom Rattlepelt’s head.

“You must be looking for a sire, then,” Weedfoot purred.

“I asked Froggy if he knew any ginger toms who would be willing,” Oilstripe explained. “Carnationspeckle and I don’t want a sire with Clan connections. We want to be the parents of our children, not share that with someone else.”

“Why a ginger tom?” Rattlepelt asked as she rubbed against Oilstripe.

“Carnationspeckle’s planning to carry the kits, isn’t she?” Wildclaw realized. “You want the kits to look like you.”

“Can you blame me?” Oilstripe laughed.

“I suppose we can’t,” Weedfoot purred. She touched noses with her former apprentice, tail twitching high overhead.

(Rattlepelt: 20, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

(Weedfoot: 86, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Wildclaw: 29, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

(Froggy: 106, male, kittypet, rebellious, maintains the territory, great speaker)

(Oilstripe: 41, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

Carnationspeckle announces she is expecting kits. She doesn’t believe she can effectively perform her duties while expecting kits and moves into the nursery.

[Image ID: Fennelspot speaks to Carnationspeckle and Oilstripe. Oilstripe yowls, “It worked? It really worked!”. Under Carnationspeckle, it says + CONDITION: PREGNANT.]

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“It worked? It really worked!”

The yowl snapped Shadowdrop out of his conversation. He had been sharing a meal with his littermates in the shadow of the shipwreck, tearing apart a large kelp wrap to get to the meat inside. Halibutdusk paused, about to take another bite.

“Was that Oilstripe?” Wildclaw asked, cocking her head. Shadowdrop nodded. He recognized the historian’s voice. The yowl came from the medicine den. It caught the attention of the other cats lounging around camp, enjoying a meal before sunhigh.

“What do you suppose she’s talking about?” Halibutdusk asked his littermates. Realization sparked in Wildclaw’s eyes.

“Oh!” Wildclaw gasped. “That was quick.”

“What is it?” Shadowdrop asked. As he spoke, Carnationspeckle, Oilstripe, and Fennelspot left the medicine den. Shadowdrop’s heart twinged as Carnationspeckle wove her tail with Oilstripe’s. Something twisted in Shadowdrop’s chest at the sight, and yet, he couldn’t look away.

“Downstar!” Carnationspeckle called into the leader’s den, paws dancing. “Downstar, are you still in there?”

“I’m here, I’m here,” Downstar huffed, trotting outside. She spotted Oilstripe in the back. The ginger molly’s sunny disposition quivered under her leader’s gaze.

“Downstar, do you remember what I told you before the last Gathering?” Carnationspeckle purred, stepping in between her mate and former mentor. The twinge in Shadowdrop’s chest gripped him like fangs on his scruff as Carnationspeckle brushed her tail against her belly. “We picked a good sire. We just spoke with Fennelspot. He confirmed how I’ve been feeling. I’m going to have kits!”

RippleClan flowed around Shadowdrop, moving toward the ocean that was Carnationspeckle’s unending joy, but Shadowdrop was a rock whose peak stuck out of the water. He couldn’t move with the current’s flow, even if he wanted to. Downstar touched noses with Carnationspeckle. Wildclaw slipped between them with a crude joke. Halibutdusk spoke to Oilstripe, congratulating her. He shouldn’t have been congratulating her! She shouldn’t be the second mother of Carnationspeckle’s kits! It shouldn’t have been her!

The rock pushed back against the river’s flow.

Shadowdrop slipped out of camp without a single glance his way. He should have said something to Carnationspeckle sooner. He should have made his intentions clear. Carnationspeckle should be preparing to nurse his kits! He could have been a great father! He could have had a family who chose him over all others, rather than hiding in their dens or chasing foxes or staring at the clouds.

Maybe he still could.

(Oilstripe: 41, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(Shadowdrop: 29, male, codekeeper, sneaky, good teacher, eloquent speaker)

(Halibutdusk: 29, male, warrior, gloomy, masterful storyteller, clever)

(Wildclaw: 29, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

(Carnationspeckle: 39, female, caretaker compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Downstar: 96, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

Burdockcreek’s mangled tail has healed, but the injury left him scarred. He bats his injured tail for a while, entertaining himself.

[Image ID: Burdockcreek’s tail is lined in scars. Under Burdockcreek, it says - CONDITION: MANGLED TAIL.]

(Burdockcreek: 31, male, historian, competitive, lore keeper)

Wildclaw confessed her feelings to Rattlepelt but got rejected. She immediately slipped on some rocks and dislocated her paw.

[Image ID: Wildclaw walks away from Rattlepelt. Under Wildclaw, it says + CONDITION: DISLOCATED PAW.]

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Shadowdrop may have been unlucky in love (and grumpy, and gloomy, and strangely absent as of late) but Wildclaw would not repeat her brother’s mistakes. If she had feelings for someone, she would act on them before anyone else could. And by the stars, she had feelings.

And she had the perfect opportunity, too; Rattlepelt had a meeting planned with LynxClan and SlugClan artisans to share the latest knowledge and tricks of leather-making, and she would need an escort. Sure, technically escorting artisans like that was a warrior’s job, and Downstar initially asked Scrubmask to join the young artisan, but a bit of confidence (and a lot of begging) let Wildclaw take the lead.

Sitting through the meeting was a bit like when the fox bit into Wildclaw’s tail moons ago. Rattlepelt had no time for her caretaker escort, and instead showed a new apprentice how to properly prepare leather for future crafts. The other escorts wandered around the Gathering grounds and had decent conversation, but Wildclaw wasn’t there for small talk. She was there to secure her future, even though it meant sitting through a storm and getting soaked through her skin.

Sunset was half over by the time Wildclaw and Rattlepelt finally started for home. Rattlepelt’s fox pelt burned in the dusk light peeking through the thinning clouds, a gift from Wildclaw to the molly of her affections. Wildclaw steadied herself and cleared her throat. Rattlepelt watched Wildclaw from the corner of her eye.

“Rattlepelt,” Wildclaw began, dragging her paws along the wet grass, “there’s something I’m hoping to try with you.”

“What would that be?” Rattlepelt asked. The fox head slipped off her slick gray skin, revealing her pointy white ear.

“It doesn’t have to be anything serious,” Wildclaw said. She picked up speed as her usual confidence surged back into her voice. “I was thinking that we could start seeing each other romantically. We don’t have to call each other mates yet, I know that may be too sudden, but if you want to—”

“But I don’t want to,” Rattlepelt gulped.

“You don’t?” Wildclaw snapped, spinning to face Rattlepelt. However, as she turned around, she stepped on a slick rock at an awkward angle. Her paw flew out from under her. She fell on her shoulder. Her head smacked into the mud. When Wildclaw scrambled up and stood on her offending paw, pain shot through her leg and forced her back down.

“Oh, oh, are you alright?” Rattlepelt yelped, hurrying to Wildclaw’s side.

“My paw hurts,” Wildclaw growled. She swore she could see her paw swell already. She slipped on a rock? Really? She wasn’t an elder, for StarClan’s sake!

“Lean on me,” Rattlepelt said, nudging Wildclaw up. Ears burning, Wildclaw pressed into Rattlepelt and held her injured paw close. She couldn’t stand to look at Rattlepelt. “We’ll take the walk home slow. Fennelspot can take care of you then.”

Wildclaw limped forward, but almost fell again. Rattlepelt slipped under her and caught her, almost losing her fox pelt in the process. Rattlepelt’s gentle, bony weight against Wildclaw’s chest was too much. She fell on her flank and forced her question out.

“Why don’t you want to see me?” Wildclaw huffed. Rattlepelt shifted awkwardly. The front of her fox pelt fell off and dangled at her side.

“I don’t want to be in a relationship right now,” Rattlepelt explained. “I’m hoping to mentor one of Weedfoot’s kits, and I need to help my mother with her pregnancy. I don’t get to be much of a sister to Mousesong, so I want to be a good sister to the new litter.”

Oh. Of course that was it. For someone who thought she was so smart, Wildclaw could be rather mouse-brained at times. Why should she put her own feelings over the needs of her other Clanmates? Rattlepelt had important things to do, others to care for. Wildclaw would be a distraction. That wasn’t her place in the Clan.

“That’s understandable,” Wildclaw chuckled, her shoulders tense as she cradled her injured paw and wounded pride. “I didn’t mean to make a fuss back there.”

“Anyone can slip,” Rattlepelt assured her. “Let’s get back to camp.” Rattlepelt fixed her fox pelt and joined Wildclaw’s side. Wildclaw tested her paw, but it hurt to stand on it. So she leaned on Rattlepelt as they made their way back to RippleClan territory, just the same as they were when they left.

(Wildclaw: 29, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

(Rattlepelt: 20, female, artisan, fierce, leather artist)

Palekit’s snake bite has healed! But both she and Ripplekit got heat exhaustion.

[Image ID: Palekit and Ripplekit sit on screen. Under Palekit, it says - CONDITION: SNAKE BITE, + CONDITION: HEAT EXHAUSTION. Under Ripplekit, it says + CONDITION: HEAT EXHAUSTION.]

(Palekit: 3, female, kit, impulsive, picky nest builder)

(Ripplekit: 3, female, kit, know-it-all, avid play-fighter, splashes in puddles)

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