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rom-e-o · 9 months ago

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✨As Good As Gold✨ (Modern AU) (Ebenezer/Constance)

Here is part one ... because this alone was 23 pages. ^^;

I, um, get a little invested when writing these two. Just a smidge. Oops, haha.

Also, this store features Ebenezar Charles Scrooge ("Wolf") and Bess Scrooge (kudos to @quill-pen) and is a follow-up to her AMAZING fic, "All The Little Breaks" that she blessed me with after an ask. Since then, the inspiration has been churning! She also helped write and check the Wolf/Bess sections as well. (Seriously, they are such a delightful couple, every moment with these two is so enjoyable!)

Enjoy!

STORY IS 18+ for some explicit content. Minors DNI.

“You have everything you need, yes? I tried to make sure her bag was completely stocked.”

“Yes, yes, I do. And you most certainly did. I think this diaper bag weighs more than five babies altogether.”

“W-Well I wanted to make sure you had everything while we were away, just in case! I know you have a spare key to the apart—um, flat, but you’re already doing Ebenezer and I an amazing favor by watching her. I don’t want to cause any trouble or extra trips.”

“Connie, I think you packed well enough for Starla to stay with Wolf and I for months. Seriously, girl, you packed her a snowsuit … it’s July – almost August. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

The tone of Bess’ jest was playful, but it sparked mild alarm in her friend.

“Of course not! I promise, we’ll be back—”

“I’m joking,” she said. “I know you two will be back, punctual as ever.”

A familiar bark thundered in the background, causing Bess to laugh. “Yes, yes, we haven’t forgotten. Starry’s gonna need a good bodyguard, Prudence. You’re up for it, right?”

The mastiff’s loud bark echoed proudly from the phone’s speaker. She swore the timbre of her call rattled the phone’s delicate inner workings.

As Elizabeth “Bess” Sullivan playfully ruffled Prudence’s ears and beamed at her friend from the other side of their video call, a red head of hair slowly peeked in from the bottom left corner of the frame. Mere moments later, a string of burbles accompanied the surprise guest, and their bright blue eyes slowly entered the camera’s view.

When those icy-blue eyes landed on the likeness of their mother on the other side of the screen, the baby let out a peal of laughter. Her tiny fingers sought the screen, seeking the familiar warmth and vetiver scent of her mother. “Ba … ba!”

Constance’s eyes welled up briefly as she saw her baby reaching for her on the other side of the video call. Pressing her fingers to her lips, she blew her beloved little girl a kiss. “Hello, Starry! Oh, there she is, my beautiful girl!”

Starla burbled a reply that was absent of tangible words, but the emotion was conveyed superbly through her gummy smile and chubby, flailing arms.

“Yeeees, that’s your mama,” Bess said, laughing at Starla’s enthusiasm as she dropped a loving kiss on top of her head. “She’s going on a trip with your papa. For their wedding anniversary – before you were ever born, cutie pie! But don’t worry. They’ll both be back in a week, okay?”

Starla paused to stare at the screen, then scrunched her legs up for a round of excited kickies. “Eeehee! Wa-ba!”

Ebenezer Scrooge glanced over from the driver’s seat of his McLaren, smiling softly at his beloved baby’s coos and clucks. Seeing his interest, Constance pivoted the phone in his direction, allowing him to see their child. The man smiled as he saw his beloved, redheaded daughter examining the phone screen as if she was peering through a portal to another world.

When she spotted her father, she squealed with laughter again. “A-ba!”

The man’s heart softened at the display, almost to the point where it ached. If he looked too long, he feared it may cave a hole in his chest until he ultimately resigned himself to turning the car around and driving en route back to London. He missed his sweet daughter already but was eternally thankful for his brother and sister-in-law’s generosity in watching her. He and Constance desperately needed a holiday away together, he knew. Not only to reconnect after Starla’s birth, but to reconnect as husband and wife again.

In the meantime, he knew his daughter would receive the utmost care under the watchful (and extremely detail-oriented) eyes of his twin brother and sister-in-law. It helped soothe the burn of being away and refocus his mind on reconnecting with his wife, which he more than wanted and needed. They’d both been operating at a deficit of affection for many a fortnight, and it had worn them to threads. In fact, he’d begun to crave her, and her, and her happiness, more than air in recent months.

Spurred by sentimentality, his hand lofted from the gear shift for a moment to take Constance’s free hand and kiss it, his lips pressing firmly against her knuckles. The metal of her wedding band was cold against his lips.

The woman bloomed under his affection, and she turned to grace him with an affectionate smile that he hadn’t seen grace her features in months.

Gods above, how he’d missed seeing her happy and hearing her laughter, he thought. Had it not been for the fact that the country roads were as windy and uneven as they were, he would have retained his grip on her hands a few precious seconds longer. Simply feeling the familiar way her hand molded to his – their palms flattened together and fingers entwined – made his breath stall in his lungs. Alas, as they neared another turn, he reluctantly relinquished her hand to shift down a gear to more appropriately take the next turn on the unpaved road.

“We’ll be back soon, my little love,” he told Starla, his voice a touch cloudy. “Bess, if anything happens—”

“I’ll call Magda first. If it’s a real emergency, then we’ll call both of you.”

“But—”

“But we’ll still take tons of pictures to share with you both once you return.”

Both parents begrudgingly acquiesced to that. While they trusted Bess and Wolf with their daughter’s life, they couldn’t help but worry a bit. It was in their nature as a pair of perfectly matched worrywarts.

Their little girl had come off a nasty bit of colic and a fever, so naturally, they wanted to make sure she stayed in sterling condition. Their fears were further assuaged by the fact that Bess was a seasoned labor and delivery nurse, but small flecks of worry persisted for the sole reason that she was their baby, and it would be impossible for them to not worry at all.

“Have fun!” Bess said, bouncing the giddy baby on her knee. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, you two! And Con, flat shoes. Do not break an ankle out there.”

The call ended after one more round of thank-yous and goodbyes to their daughter and Bess. Once the screen went dark, Constance leaned back in her seat with a deep breath and put her phone to her heart. “Oh, I miss Starry already.”

“It’s our first time away since her being born,” he agreed softly. The epiphany occurred to him as the words left his lips.

“It feels so strange for her to not be in the backseat, giggling away.”

On cue, he glanced in the rearview mirror, only to see that Starry and her car seat were both absent.

“I know …” Ebenezer said, his hands turning the steering wheel so the car made a slight right into another road, “But she’s in amazing hands, my dearest. Bess and my brother would do anything for her. That includes spoiling her.”

Constance laughed. “I don’t mind that.”

She sighed in resignation, slipping her phone back into the side pocket of her Telfar shoulder bag. “Speaking of Wolf and Bess, I have a calendar reminder set to send a very large bouquet, dark chocolates, and some Gurkha cigars to their flat for their trouble once we return.”

Ebenezer gave her a sideways smirk. “One step ahead, as always.”

“Well, don’t say that just yet,” she muttered, “That’s the last, and only reminder, I set. Everything else can wait until we are back. I am agenda-less from here on out.”

One of his bushy brows quirked upward. “Truly?”

“Well, our official calendars are clear,” she reminded him slyly, “As you well know, sir. I manage your calendar.”

“A task you are all too talented at,” he quipped. Sometimes, he swore his wife had the ability to bend space and time with how she could arrange meetings, deadlines and video calls in such a way that they slotted together like natural puzzle pieces. She could cram thirteen hours of work in an eight-hour day; a feat which wasn’t always a virtue.

“We are appointment-free and out of office for the entire week,” she continued. “I made sure to set up the automatic email replies and changed our phones’ answering machines on our last day clocking out.”

“Very good,” he said. “Though it’ll be a struggle, I’m sure, to not check your laptop. I know how you feel about emails and seeing that number in your inbox tick up.” He hated it too, so he had no room to talk.

“I left it behind.”

He paused before turning to her, eyes blown slightly wide in stupefaction. “You … I beg your pardon?”

“I left my laptop back at the flat,” she repeated, slowly glancing over to check his reaction. His reaction seemed to spur some hesitancy. “I figured … that would be best. I want to focus on us, not work of any kind.”

It was a confession that, without context, might have seemed mundane or a futile attempt to fish for shallow admiration. Yet, in that moment, Ebenezer felt a surge of admiration shoot through him.

Last month, the two had gotten into a heated disagreement – the climax of many weeks of Constance overworking herself to exhaustion and leaving Ebenezer single-handedly to care for Starla – and he’d yelled at her and tried to throw the damn laptop away. For weeks after the stressful birth of their daughter, the device had served as her excuse to hunker down in her dark office and prattle away on her keyboard into the wee hours of the night, often missing meals and quality time with family. The tedium had lured her into a sinkhole with no bottom, pulling her deeper down by the day. She’d avoided coming home on time many nights and often left before sunrise the following day. It had seemed as if she couldn’t stand to be near him … as if she was ashamed to be with him.

After a while, he’d started to mirror her actions.

Bess had later determined the root cause of the behavior to be a severe case of “baby blues” and intrusive thoughts combined with Constance’s borderline compulsive desire to be perfect and independent.

Looking back, it had seemed so obvious she needed therapy and help.

Yet, in the moment, he’d been frustrated, terrified, and felt … neglected. Like she was falling out of love with him and giving up on their daughter. There was also the fact that Starla’s birth had almost killed Constance as well, and the dread he’d felt that day watching her face go white in his arms had gnawed at his nerves to the point of fraying. Sometimes, when he slept, the ghoulish vision haunted the corners of his nightmares.

He’d felt so powerless to help her, and he’d detested the feeling. The thoughts had spurred him to mania. One fateful day, he’d tried to throw the device in the trash, and they’d scuffled. In a cloud of panic, she’d shoved him hard into the bookshelf, burying him in a small pile of books and knickknacks as a result (thankfully, the quartz paperweight had missed his head).

When he’d opened his eyes, she was gone – have sprinted out into the rainy streets without her keys or cell phone.

Never before had he felt such fear. For a horrifying moment, he entertained the notion that her shrieked sentiment of “leave me alone!” would be the last words he’d ever hear from her.

The incident ended with them reuniting at his brother’s flat. He’d been worried so sick for her safety and had apologized over and over for scaring her. She’d done the same, begging his forgiveness and apologizing for starting the miscommunication. She’d said she had wronged him and their daughter too many times over. She’d sworn, with a firm hand over his heart, that she would do better.

And, weeks after that fateful day, she had kept her promise.

In addition to seeing a marriage counselor together, she had begun therapy (a long overdue need for after her marriage to her abusive ex-spouse, Orin) and was taking longer breaks from work. She maintained a strict cut-off point for all after-hours emails and inquiries, and maintained a strict 9-to-5 schedule, plus multiple breaks.

After a nearly four-week period of watching his beloved wife spiral into the same workaholic tendencies that had almost completely ruined his life beyond salvation, Constance was coming back into herself.

She’d started smiling again. Laughing again. Making lunches for their friend group again. She was always home in time for dinner, and had also started cooking dinner again some nights, making it a responsibility the couple loved to share. The woman was even taking days off in the middle of the week to be with her daughter, even if it met dealing with an irritated client days later.

Now, they were taking an extended holiday together to a remote cabin, and she had left the laptop back at the flat.

She’d left work, literally and figuratively, behind.

“That is … wonderful,” he said. It took him a bumbling second to find the words, though they did little to convey the extent of the joy he felt. Mirth sprang forth in the form of a disbelieving chuckle. “I-I … am proud of you, my dear. That’s a triumph.”

Feeling the genuine love behind his words, Constance allowed herself the indulgence of savoring his praise. In a perfect world, they would have never squabbled so horribly, she supposed. Yet, for all the ugliness that it had brought to the surface, it had also brought them closer in some ways.

Those other ways, there was still much work to do. But … in every adult relationship, wasn’t there always, to some extent?

“Thank you,” she admitted softly, almost serenely.

“You are most welcome. The pleasure is all mine.”

His voice held warmth that she had missed. Even sitting comfortably, it made her weak to her core to hear him sound so pleased, so strong, and yet so fragile all in one breath.

She was tempted to lean over and kiss him, but with how rugged the roads were, it was best not to risk any distraction. Besides, the sun was already high in the sky, and they were due to arrive at their rented cabin in half an hour. With the way they’d planned their route, they would arrive just in time to get settled before enjoying supper. Constance had plans for that.

Once the car was parked and they were settled, then they could officially begin their vacation. She was over forty years old, she reasoned. She could be patient a little longer, despite her urges to get a little rambunctious to make up for lost time.

After all, the last thing they needed was more unsteady ground.

Of all the destinations the couple had stayed in during their first year of marriage, this one had to be the most stupendous, Constance thought.

The pictures she had viewed of the listing online did not do the quaint cottage justice. The cottage was crafted from logs of fragrant cedar in rustic red tones that matched the other conifers that sprouted proudly from the soil in the forest nearby. The cabin stood one and a half stories tall, and bore its weight triumphantly on a flat expanse of land at the crossroads of a dirt paths. On one side of the abode was a field of billowing, golden wheat that seemed to stretch to the tree line miles away. On the other side of the house was the showstopper – a fenced, sprawling field of blooming sunflowers, all turned toward the blazing summer sun in worship.

There was a place to park the car next to what appeared to be the mostly bygone remains of a horse’s hitching post. Once Ebenezer shimmied the vehicle in the alcove and turned off the engine, he stepped out and rounded to the other side to open the passenger door for his wife. He offered her a hand, and she gratefully accepted it.

As she stepped out and up, she beamed at the sight. “Heavens, this is even more lovely than I thought.”

She inhaled deeply, struck by how honey-sweet the air was in her lungs.

“It’s quite beautiful out here,” Ebenezer said, equally fascinated as he took a moment to appreciate the surroundings, before then looking back to admire his wife. Somehow, in the countryside air and sunshine, she seemed to glow even more than she did in the city.

“Look – the sunflower field is enormous,” she said, drifting closer to the edge of the fence for a better look. “It’s like a cornfield with how dense it is! I didn’t know sunflowers could bloom like this in England.”

“I must confess, I’m shocked as well. One or two sunflowers is one thing, but this is … quite extraordinary.”

“Well, the countryside gets the point of incredible views this time around! Not that I don’t love the city – it’s my home, but I think the sunflowers will be kinder to wake up to than London traffic.”

“Ha! Some die-hard Londoners would still fight you on that.”

One word of her sentiment snared his attention: countryside. Not another person, or building, for miles. If he squinted down the road, he could see the start of a tiny, historic town on the horizon, the little brick buildings looking like flecks of pepper against the hills. Well, at least there was some civilization within eyesight. For two city folks like them, that was reassuring. The two were looking to get away from the world for a moment, not go completely off the grid. Neither of them were equipped for that, or had the desire to be survivalists.

Just to be safe, he checked his phone. Perfect reception and Wi-Fi. That was good.

As he set about unloading the luggage, Constance approached the front door to get them inside.

“Let’s see, the check-in instructions from the owner said to look for a ‘key in a snail,’” she recited out oud. “No code or box. Hmm.”

She swayed her head across the expanse of the spacious front porch, looking for anything that fit the description. Sure enough, perched in the corner of one of the front window’s large outer sills was a golden, ornamental snail sculpture that was about the size of a baseball. Gingerly, she reached out and curiously pulled up on the shell. It lifted with minimal force, and inside, a house key glittered against a felt inlay.

Not the best security system, she thought as she took the key and slipped it in the lock.

“There we go.”

There was only one key, it seemed. For safekeeping, she immediately pulled out her own personal keyring and looped it onto the bundle. It seemed the two would need to stay together for most of their holiday. She was quite alright with that.

Just as she finished the task, she noticed a familiar shadow and heard recognizable footsteps behind her. She turned to see her husband – her beloved Adonis, hoisting their bags onto the porch.

She lingered back a few paces to give him room to drop the bags and open the door for her, as he always was keen to do. As he did so, she bid him a ‘thank you’ before motioning to step inside.

“Hold one moment, darling.”

Just as she paused, she felt his strong arms loop across her shoulders and under her knees. He all but swept her off her feet, grinning all the way up as she let out a gasp of delighted surprise.

He carried her over the threshold of the cabin with two, long-legged strides. All the while, she clung to him and beamed a smile that could ravel the rays of the sun itself. Her feet kicked slightly, one of her nude heels practically falling away.

Once they were safely on the other side of the front door, effectively christening the temporary abode for their stay, he deposited her carefully back on Earth. The man didn’t relinquish his grip until her feet were firmly planted on the floor, and even then, their lips remained locked for an extra half-minute as she praised his strength with a deep kiss.

When they finally broke apart, their attention turned to the entryway table, which was adorned with a handwritten card from the cabin’s owner, a box of frilly cakes, and the largest bouquet of pure white lilies Constance had ever seen.

“Ah, good,” Ebenezer remarked, “The flowers arrived. And they look perfect.”

“Did you plan this?”

“I cannot take credit for the card and cakes, I’m afraid. The flowers, however, are my doing. I know you love lilies, but we can’t have them in the flat.”

Lillies were one of Constance’s favorite blooms, and their beauty to her was only heightened by the fact that they were incredibly poisonous, from petal to pollen, for cats. Two feline companions called their flat home. Sunshine, a beloved feline that Constance, Bess, and their companions Gal and Addie ‘shared custody’ of; and Patience, their most recently adopted feline companion (and Prudence’s most beloved little sister).

A lifelong lover of cats, Constance would have been beside herself with grief to put the precious creatures in any sort of peril, let alone for a selfish reason.

With no felines in the cabin, they were free to enjoy the lilies for the entire week. He’d taken advantage of the scenario and ordered a triple-digit bundle that was hearty enough to survive their entire stay. When she was preoccupied with a phone call one morning, he’d even called ahead and specifically asked the owner of the cabin to pick them up and place them inside. Lo and behold, she’d gone far above and beyond his request and added her own gifts to the assortment.

“Oh, Ebenezer! You shouldn’t have!”

“Nonsense. You deserve the best, let alone fresh flowers you adore.”

Constance swayed forward to admire the bouquet, inhaling the sweet smell of the flower that often leant it glorious aroma to all her favorite perfumes, before reaching for the card.

Ebenezer and Constance,

A first wedding anniversary is a wonderful time – enjoy it smartly, along with the frilly cakes! The flavors are lemon curd, maple, and vanilla bean. The lemon is my favorite. The bakery in town is incredible, just make sure to get there early.

Have fun!

-Olivia S.

“She is wonderful,” Constance said, passing the note to Ebenezer for him to read as well. The couple would be sure to send her many referrals down the line.

Peering past the entryway, the cabin opened into a warmly lit foyer. The logs making up the indoor walls were cut to perfection and appeared freshly oiled. The sheen only made the red color, as sanguine as freshly turned autumn leaves, pop even more against the herringbone floors. The furniture itself was rustic in design, with an emphasis on large silhouettes and ample cushioning. The pillows and tufted blankets blazed with a myriad of rich patterns and jewel tones, all featuring unique smocking patterns that gave each piece its own equivalent of a human face. It kitchen, located right across from the front door, featured modern appliances spliced in with old-world accents made from polished sheet rock.

The coziness continued into the bedroom, which featured large windows, lace and velvet drapes, and a very large oak-framed bed with linen sheets. They’d most certainly make use of that.

In the meantime, they dropped their suitcases there and continued on for the moment.

One piece that attracted their attention immediately was a lacquered cabinet in the corner, located just on the other side of the living room’s main media console. The crown jewel of the cabinet was an antique Victrola phonograph that sat proudly at the top, its parts made of shining brass without so much as a speck of oxidized green. The morning glory horn at the top was painted a shade of deep, wine-drunk purple that shifted slightly into a petal pink toward the tips. The top and sides boasted a distinct, tiger maple veneer that was distinctly antique the carried the aroma of linseed oil.

While Constance busied herself putting away the sparse number of groceries she had brought in a cooler bag from home, Ebenezer curiously sauntered over to the device to inspect it. A simple flick of the fingers was all it took to open the cabinet and reveal a modest collection of records inside. He discreetly thumbed through the collection and was relieved to find that Olivia appeared to fancy classical music as much as they did, for it made up a solid majority of the collection. Perfect. Swiftly, he made his musical selection and slipped the record from its sleeve and onto the original, pine-green velvet pad.

Just as Constance finished sorting the produce and poultry in the fridge, the opening strings of “String Quartet in F Major, Op. 3 No. 5: II. Andante cantabile” by Hoffstetter met her ears. The notes danced through the air like aloft dandelion seeds, the melody spritely and energetic before taking a slower, romantic swing. Recognizing the melody, Constance was lured from her task and into the living room, her eyes brimming with both glee and curiosity.

There, Ebenezer poised himself proudly before dropping into a gentlemanly bow. He extended a hand in a silent request for a dance. In his loose linen shirt and crisp trousers, silver hair slightly tousled and lips drawn into a hopeful semi-smirk, he looked the part of a dashing man laying his heart bare for his lover.

Constance was quick to oblige, drifting into his arms like a swan taking its first strikes onto a crisp lake.

One larger hand fit perfectly into the hourglass-shaped notch in her waist, and they began a delicate waltz.

Even in an unfamiliar space, neither of them missed a single step, all while their eyes never strayed from the other’s.

Their trance lasted until the mechanical parts ground to a halt as the record ended.

“You brought groceries?”

“Just a few! I didn’t know what would be available in town and how readily, so I brought just a few items. Besides, I have a special plan for dinner.”

“Really? Well, color me fascinated.”

That special plan was making her husband a dish that she’d had the recipe memorized since she was a teenager. The recipe essentially mirrored what many others called chicken with browned butter and fresh sage, but Constance had been introduced to the dish by her mother Theresea, who had shown her how to prepare the dish one day in their New York apartment.

Her mother had told her over a hot stovetop, “Darling, this is the meal I made for your father on the date right before he proposed to me. Make this dish for the man you want to be your future husband, and he’ll be putty in your hands! I’ve shared it with three associates, and they all experienced the same thing. Use your power wisely, dear. The path to any man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“Is it really that tasty, mama?”

“The taste is quite important, dear, but that’s not all. It’s a dish that proves that you have skills in the kitchen. That you’re an adult who can cook, not simply assemble ingredients. You can make something both hearty and savory, and without a ton of fancy ingredients. It’s a dish that shows you aren’t just a maiden looking to impress a beau … it shows you’re a woman worth pursuing as a wife.”

Constance had never had the opportunity to make the dish for her first (and ex-) husband, Orin. She’d graduated from university in Maryland, come home, and he’d proposed to her after a celebratory round of drinks. Any romance of their union had been officially ruined after their honeymoon, and from then on out, he always requested a specific menu for dinner. She was never permitted to choose. After a while, the desire to cook at all had extinguished itself, and food was replaced with warm whiskey and other substances to kill the pain.

With Ebenezer, however, she’d taken a chance and prepared the dish for him one night after they’d been living together for a few months. It wasn’t the first time she’d made dinner, but it was the first time she had prepared that dish specifically. She paired the dish with bakery sourdough, a kale and sunflower seed salad, and a 2011 Cabernet.

She had been paranoid at the time that her cooking skills were rusty, but that night, the very slender gentleman had cleaned his plate, crust of bread and all.

“I think that may be the best meal I’ve eaten in my entire life,” he’d told her. “Absolutely sensational, Dear. You outdid yourself.”

“Really?”

“Truly. I would eat more if I could, but I’m positively stuffed.”

Sure enough, just a few weeks later, that ring was on her finger, and they were planning their wedding together.

Was the recipe a family secret turned into a real love spell? Likely not, but she certainly couldn’t argue with the results.

“Would you like some help?” he asked, rolling up the cuffs of his linen shirt.

Constance made sure to get an eyeful of his sculpted forearms before moving her eyes north to his visage. “Well, I was going to say that you should get comfortable and enjoy some brandy after the long drive, but … if you really don’t mind, I’d love that.”

“Really?”

“I always enjoy cooking with you.”

That decided it, as far as he was concerned. He all but skipped into the kitchen, eager for nothing more than to spend time with her.

They worked side-by-side in the kitchen for the next half hour, preparing the poultry and browning the butter in tandem. All the while, Ebenezer asked questions about the recipe, inquiring about amounts and the specific brands of some ingredients (like the butter).

As they worked, they sipped a freshly uncorked Malbec, a shared favorite of theirs.

“So, your mother taught you this recipe, did she?” Ebenezer asked while chopping the fresh garlic. Julienne first, then brunoise.

“Yes. When I was just a teenager. I learned it quickly, as it’s pretty simple. Sometimes the best recipes are.”

“You should still write it down,” he suggested with a smile, giving her a longing gaze. “Pass it down to the next generation. Starla might make it one day as one of her favorite recipes.”

“Mmhmm. Perhaps one day, if she’d like.” Thankfully, they still had quite a bit of time before then.

The cryptic response earned a slight brow waggle of amusement but was quickly forgotten as she directed him to add the garlic to the butter pan.

He scanned the other ingredients scattered on the counter and noted a bottle of cheap, brown-bottle sherry. They used it often in recipes back home, so she’d brought an extra for their trip. “Shall we add a splash?”

“Mm … there’s no other alcohol in the dish, so it shouldn’t conflict with anything. Let’s try it.”

Another ten minutes later, and the meals were plated. They moved from the kitchen to the cabin’s quaint dining room table to eat. It was a small, circular table, which forced them closer than usual. Neither complained in the slightest.

“Heavens, I should have brought tapered candles,” he teased, “That’s all we’re missing for a classic romantic table setting.”

Constance gave him a good-natured chuckle as she refilled his glass of wine. “Let’s not get too crazy on our first night of vacation.”

They shared a laugh, clinked their glasses, and began to eat.

Immediately after the first bite, her eyes lit up. “Wow. Ebenezer, that splash of sherry was a wonderful idea!”

He gave her leg a playfully jostle with his foot. “Told you so.”

As the tranquil night’s sapphire shadow stretched across London and the speckling of cities surrounding it, Bess found herself stirring.

As she rose from her bed, she furrowed her brow in confusion. Normally, she was awoken by noise, a dream or – something. At least her phone alarm. In this case, the woman had to take a beat to let reality coalesce around her before she realized what had awakened her.

She moved her hand to the other side of the bed, seeking the familiar warmth of her fiancé, who always rested right beside her, and usually had at least one arm around her. As she suspected, his spot was vacant. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, it only took one survey of their bedroom before her eyes landed upon the familiar outline of her soon-to-be husband.

Ebenezar “Wolf” Scrooge was crouched over the bassinet in their room, grinning from ear to ear as he chattered nonsense at Starla. Even from the bed, she could hear her little giggles and coos in response to his playful chatter.

Bess sat up fully, bringing her knees up slowly before crossing her arms. “I didn't hear her cry.”

“She didn't,” Wolf whispered, “I got up to use the loo and just peeked in at her when I came back and she was awake, cooing and smiling up at me. I think the toilet flush might have roused her; we might want to consider using the guest bathroom through the nights she's here.”

“Good idea.”

For the next few moments, Bess was a captive audience as she observed Wolf gently poke at Starry's tummy. The act earned even more of those adorable giggles.

Then, just when she thought she couldn’t smile wider, one of the babe’s chubby hands lofted to grab his nose and squeeze it. Bess laughed, then quickly smothered the sound with the back of her hand.

Letting out a light squeak in surprise, he then chuckled. “My! S-Strong grip already, haha.”

Starry roared with laughter at his reaction, bicycling her onesie-covered feet in the air.

“Oh, now she's very much awake. My, oh, my … well, what should we do about that? We can’t have you awake for too long – you’ll be cranky later. Here, up you go.”

He gingerly reached into the bassinet and picked her up. Scrunching her legs, she immediately calmed down as Ebenezar allowed her to rest upon the warm expanse of his chest. By the time her coos quieted, his arms had already wound around her protectively.

“Well, how about we take a few laps around the flat?” he asked her in an amusingly conversationalist tone. “That always calms my mind. Does that sound alright, little one?"

“…Weh. A-ba!”

“Hah. Very good. Clever girl.”

As he cradled her, he hummed a soft melody, the tones reverberating from deep in his chest. The act almost immediately made the little redhead’s eyes heavy, but she stayed awake, occasionally squirming against her comfy confinement.

Moving slowly, he walked her down to the flat’s main living area. “Now, my dear, for an exclusive tour of the chateau. To your left, you will see the electric fireplace – we’d love to use it with you, but you need to be in a playpen for that. You’re just a little too curious with those hands of yours.”

Exemplifying his point, Starla reached up and tried to grab his nose again. Veering his head away in the nick of time, he smirked and wagged a finger at her. “Now, now. Fool me once, and only once, little one.”

She giggled again, as if she understood she’d been caught red-handed and reveled in the mischief of it.

The next stop was the veranda for some fresh night air and to show her all her auntie's outdoor plants and garden boxes.

“Look at these pretty-pretties, Little Star,” he said, pointing at the vibrant clusters of petals amidst a sea of evergreen. “These are called ‘marigolds’. These ones are very special, because they bloomed the very day you were born. And Auntie Bess has kept them healthy and strong since then. Aren’t they lovely?”

“…Beh?”

“Haha, yes.”

He patted her back and brought her back inside before the chill proved to be too much for her. She squirmed slightly, burrowing herself against his chest, seeking warmth. The sensation nearly stole the breath from his lungs, and he fought the urge to grip her form even more protectively.

Bess traipsed behind them softly, deciding to grab a midnight snack while everyone was already awake. After all, with a baby in the flat, their already normal schedules would surely become vastly out of whack in the coming days. It would be prudent to adapt, and steal moments of sleep and substance whenever possible.

As she walked to the fridge and reached inside for a carton of blueberries, she watched them the whole while. With each observed interaction, her heart just turned to utter goo. She always knew her Wolf would make the most adorable father.

If only she could give him one of his own, she thought with a familiar ache of melancholy. She wished with her whole heart for it to be possible, but some things simply weren’t meant to be. That didn’t mean it didn’t well up tears in her eyes on those particularly hard days.

But she knew he'd be an amazing dad to any child that came into their life, however they decided to go about it.

In the meantime, they would have plenty of company and precious moments to fill their cups with in the interim.

As Wolf drifted into the kitchen, the couple shared a soft forehead bump.

“Did my garden meet her standards?” Bess asked, keeping her voice low.

“Nothing short of stellar.”

When they parted, they glanced down in tandem to see that Starla had finally fallen asleep. With the grace of the lupine creature he was nicknamed after, Ebenezar made his way up the stairs to deposit her back in the safety of their quiet bedroom. After closing the door (leaving it open a crack), he made his way back downstairs with a yawn.

Bess awaited him, having already prepared him a serving of blueberries. She also pulled some strawberries from the fridge, which he was never one to say no to.

“It’ll be dawn soon,” Bess said as she slid him a plate with a soft smile.

“I woke you up. I apologize.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said softly, reaching over to lay a hand on his arm, “Besides, seeing you like that with her … that was worth waking up for.”

Tenderness touched the corners of his eyes, relaxing the muscles of his face ever-so-slightly. His larger hand moved to cover hers, giving it a slight squeeze.

“It … does make me think, I confess,” he admitted.

“It makes me think, too,” she admitted softly.

A beat passed before Ebenezar seemed to sense the remorse in her voice and moved around the kitchen island to pull her into an embrace. His hands rubbed up and down her spine as her head found its favorite spot right over his thumping heart. As her hand laid over the plane of his robed chest, she could still feel the heat there from where Starla’s weight had rested mere minutes earlier.

“We’ll have a family someday,” he promised his fiancée. “I know it.”

She nodded, believing him, and believing it in herself too. He always inspired the best of her good faith, not just in others, but in herself.

“Yes,” she replied shakily. “Yes. We will.”

Somehow, some way.

With sunrise mere blinks away, Ebenezar offered to fill the kettle to start some tea. Since they were snacking, they might as well start their day, he reasoned. They both had the day off, which made the decision even easier.

As he prepared the tea, she moved their morsels to the living room area. Bess then drifted to the window shades to raise them in anticipation of the sunrise.

“You think those lovebirds are up yet?” Wolf asked as he set the kettle to boil. “Their internal clocks are sharp as tacks, and if Starry rouses as easily at home as she does here, I’m tempted to take bets on if they’ll sleep in at all.”

“I hope so,” Bess said, yawning into an open palm. “Connie especially. Those weeks when she was going into work early … she was setting alarms as early as three in the morning.”

“Gods above – whatever for?”

“Compulsion, guilt … many reasons. Anyway, they seem to be doing better since the incident, and according to Adonis, she’s started sleeping again.”

And cuddling, she thought secretly, remembering when Connie had called her in excited tears after her and Adonis had woken up entangled in each other’s arms for the first time in months.

“Thank goodness,” he said. “Especially as a new mother, she needs sleep. Connie is just as bad as you at putting other matters at hand before herself, after all.”

“I’ll let that comment slide since it’s still early, sir, and we both need caffeine.”

He chuckled from afar.

“Well, if anyone can get her into bed, I venture it’s safe to say that your brother can.”

Wolf made a noise of vague disgust as the electric kettle beeped, and he went about measuring the tea leaves for two mugs.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she teased, sitting up to look at him from the other side of a tufted armchair. “And even if I did, am I wrong?”

“Ugh.”

“Darling, they have a baby,” she laughed, “Certainly you know.”

“Know WHAT, exactly?” he challenged, his accent flaring up with the question. “That adorable little gummy-mouthed angel was delivered first-class by the stork. Or she sprouted up in a cabbage-patch. Or perhaps Constance has perfected the art of mitosis. Whatever way that little sun drop came into being, she certainly didn't come from MY brother. My brother is as endowed and capable of relations as a Ken doll. Clinging to that fact is the only way I can sleep at night, I’ll have you know.”

“That's a little dramatic, don't you think?”

“Be sent an accidental sext by one of YOUR family members and see what insanity YOU come up with to cope with the trauma, Elizabeth.”

Bess let out a musical laugh, and the sound was beautiful enough that any unpleasant imagery lingering in his mind was immediately sanctified by the heavenly ring of her voice. Unfortunately, she was quick to clap a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of mirth. He stiffened as well, realizing why she’d suddenly gone stone silent.

Glancing up the flat’s stairs, she paused as her midnight eyes rested on the overlook window that showed their bedroom, a nightlight for the little girl casting ghostly silhouettes against the glass.

His eyes followed hers, his body not moving an inch. He was frozen mid-step, a steaming mug in each hand, eyes wide and lips rolled between his teeth.

When no giggles or cries wafted from the open door, they both relaxed in tandem. Heaving matching sighs, he crossed the threshold of the room to deliver a mug of tea into her hands.

“Thank you,” she mouthed out.

“You’re very welcome.”

Bess scooted over in the spacious armchair, patting the space beside her. Rolling his eyes (the loveseat would be more practical) he was powerless to resist her. He slowly settled down beside her. The tight confines meant that she had to scoot into his lap for them to both be seated together.

Predictably so, neither disagreed.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best place in the flat to sit side-by-side, but it was a damn fine place for a pair of engaged lovers to snuggle up.

It also happened to be the best place in the flat to watch the impending sunrise.

While one couple was slowly waking up from their restful slumber, another couple had avoided sleeping altogether.

As it turned out, the lovebirds had not gotten a wink of sleep that night.

With a straw-soft gasp, Constance ground her hips down, stuttering frantically on her descent. She moved briskly, chasing a final, blinding surge of pleasure as her and her husband’s hips swayed with piston-like precision toward their goal. She sat atop him, straddling his hips, hair thrown back over her shoulders while her hands sought the wide expanse of his chest for balance.

They’d gone to bed rather late after dinner, after spending many more hours dancing in the living room and sharing glasses of wine. By the time they finished their last dance, their lips had come together in a series of increasingly frantic kisses. He all but walked her backwards into the bedroom, unzipping her dress and kicking off his slippers with ease.

He’d then lifted her up, thrown her on the massive oak-frame bed, and made passionate love to her there for hours. The foreplay alone stretched into the night, with them worshipping each other’s bodies with grasping hands and cradling thighs. Lips explored, tasted and savored velvety areas that the other would never dream of letting another human being see, let alone touch.

When their bodies did finally come together, hips bucking in tandem and throats raw from screaming each other’s names, the beginning rays of dawn had begun to peek over the horizon.

With one last sob of pleasure, Constance sank down hard and threw her head back, her body spasming around the contour of him. Drawn and sweat-slicked, she rode the waves of release with frantic gasps, all while her husband’s massive hands clamped onto her hips and helped amplify the force of her sways.

“That’s right, give it all to me,” he coaxed, his voice hoarse but firm. “All of it. All of it, darling.”

With one last exclamation of his name in the otherwise soundless bedroom, she let out a whimper of relief.

Slowly, her arms began to bow from strain. Ebenezer released her hips and went to hold her elbows, his strong hands fitting around the joints easily. Taking all the strain off her exhausted body, he supported her on a slow descent.

“There you go. Slowly. I have you…”

He rolled to his side and guided her onto the mattress, where he took the initiative of shimmying his hips away from hers. With a nod of permission, he pulled out as gingerly as possible, as they were both quite over-sensitive.

While Constance laid on the bed and caught her breath, he discreetly removed the condom, tied it off, and tucked it into the wastebasket that they’d pulled near the bed hours before. It wasn’t the first condom they’d used that night-turned-morning.

When he turned back to her, the visual of her nude body reclined against the bed – her ample bosom heaving and red hair draped over the pillow in tousled ringlets – captivated him to stillness. One of her hands had lofted to her chest, laying over her heart, as if she was trying to caress it into calmness.

He gazed upon her like she was a painting to be admired. The spell was only broken when her cornflower blue eyes opened to meet his. Still breathless, she smiled and reached out to him. To touch him. To hold him.

He was quick to twine their fingers, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss there.

Gods, when was the last time they’d made such passionate love, he wondered. It had to have been before Starla was born. And for hours – literally until dawn? That, he knew, they’d never done before.

He was sure his muscles would be screaming at him in the coming days (and rallying himself would take a moment – he wasn’t a teenager anymore), but sod it all, it was beyond worth it.

He kissed up the length of her arm, relishing in the laughter he earned as his other arm swept her close, gathering her just so her back was pressed to his furred chest. She was putty in his embrace and moaned in soft delight as his arms crossed around her with possessive adoration. Even after being joined for hours, he still wanted to cradle her close, sweat and musk be damned.

When his lips finally reached the destination of her cheek, he spent an extra moment lingering there.

He laughed, and with his lips still pressed to her skin, the feeling sending a tingle through her. The effect lured a smile to her lips, and she languidly stretched her arms out in front of her as he continued to dot kisses along the back of her sun-kissed shoulder blades.

“Gods above, you are fantastic,” he whispered with the reverence of a man reciting a mantra by heart.

With one last squeeze, he released her so they could lay side by side more comfortably. Most importantly, they could also gaze in each other’s eyes, which was a post-coital ritual he insisted upon. In his mind, to drift into the haze of slumber without glimpsing the eyes of the woman who had brought him to ruin was borderline heretical.

However, once he opened his arms, he was alarmed to see her rise from the blankets. For a panicked moment, he was thrown back into the memories of the days when she would shun his touch and rise from bed immediately to leave him, turning his back on him to succumb to the tedium of work.

Without realizing it, his hand had nearly shot out to snatch her back.

Yet, this time, she did not leave the bed.

In her naked glory, she instead rose and turned to the massive window that backed the impressive bed. She drew the curtains, and he squinted against the light.

She then undid the latches, snapping them open with ease, and hoisted the pane high over them. Fresh air swelled into the bedroom like a crescendo of music. After all, their activities had made the bedroom quite stuffy, and while the lingering perfume of sex was intoxicating, it was far from refreshing.

The second the glass lifted, a wave of sunflower-scented air rolled in. The crispness immediately brightened his senses.

“There we go,” she said before slowly drifting back down to him.

That was when she noticed his hand, still partially extended to her.

Noting his reach, sadness touched her eyes for a moment before she took his larger hand between hers. Breath fluttered in his lungs as she closed her fingers around hers, she pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

The declaration was punctuated with a resolute stare, her perfectly plucked brows slanting inward as she studied his face … studying to see if he believed her.

He answered her inquiry by luring her back onto her back, where he covered her smaller frame with his wider one.

Before he could stop himself, he spoke the words, “Kiss me again, please.”

He felt foolish for a moment, asking for a kiss of all things after their prolonged coupling. Yet, Constance answered without a smidge of hesitation. Her hand snaked upward, fingertips skimming the shape of his jaw and feathering through his sideburns. Cupping the back of his head, she tangled her fingers in his silver locks and nudged him down. He descended upon her as she rose to meet up, their mouths meeting again. Chastely. Sweetly.

Lovingly.

After a shared shower, Ebenezer donned a new linen shirt and pair of trousers in the thinnest material he had. It was to be a slightly warmer day than before, and unlike the day prior, he had a small itinerary for the morning.

“My dear, I’m going into town to fetch breakfast from that little bakery Olivia mentioned,” he said from his station in from of their bedroom’s large vanity. “It should be about a thirty-minute walk. I could drive, but it’s not that far.”

While he spoke, he snapped his antique, silver Piaget on his wrist. He slid the watch face into a proper position, he checked his freshly dried hair in the mirror before angling his eyes toward the reflection of the open ensuite bathroom door behind him.

Moments later, Constance padded out, donned in a terrycloth robe and her hair freshly curled and make-up applied to perfection. Her eyes and lips were more naturally adorned than usual, allowing him to appreciate the natural shape and color of her features.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” she enthused.

“You’re more than welcome to join me.”

“I might … um, how are your legs?”

He laughed. “Sore, but not terrible. A stretch and some exercise will do them good. How about you? You were the one doing the more, erm, physical work last night.”

It was true. Her legs felt a little wobbly, and she was definitely tender in other areas, but not to the point of no return.

“Would you mind waiting for me?” she inquired. “I promise I’ll dress quickly – Olivia said to arrive early, after all.”

“Well, of course! I’d love your company. We can drive if—”

“No, no, a walk sounds lovely!” she said.

“…You’re sure?” he asked.

There was layered reasoning to his question that extended far beyond their intimacy the night prior. Thanks to her ex-husband, Constance had a previously snapped femur in each leg that each had required many years of potent (and highly addictive) pain medicine to manage, on top of other substances she’d already been using at the time. It wasn’t until recently that her legs had healed to the point where she no longer required daily pills or physical therapy.

Nonetheless, her legs were weaker, tired easily … and she was also an incredible klutz. It was as adorable as it was concerning, and as much as he enjoyed catching her, he still worried for her.

He was a man in love, and as such, he worried and toiled over her, especially considering their recent incident.

“Darling, the figures can wait.”

“No, they can’t. The client turned them earlier today. It’s the last of the month – if they don’t go in this report before the end of business hours today, they’ll be added to next month’s expenditures. It’ll throw everything off!”

He’d always worry about her. Her determination to survive was also a compulsion to action. When the jaws of a bear trap snapped shut, Constance would tear herself free, no matter the pain and blood. That was the problem.

“We can afford to eat more than a fair share of checks. Please. We can figure it out and re-balance tomorrow.”

“I’m so close, Ebenezer. I can do it.”

“I know you can, Constance. That’s not the issue. It’s just—”

“I promise I’ll be only a moment,” she said. “Wait for me?”

“I just need to input a few more lines, Ebenezer. Please, go on without me. I’ll be just along in just a minute.”

No sooner had the man agreed and sat down in the living room armchair that she reappeared again, fully dressed in a silky maroon midi-dress, synched at the waist. A pair of espresso-colored wedge sandals (not stilettos, bless her) completed the ensemble. She wore her hair in a simple chignon, her second favorite way to wear her hair.

He checked the time with his watch, brows arcing into twin horseshoes. “That was fast.”

She had certainly kept her promise, he noted with great pleasure.

After a quick detour to the kitchen island to grab her shoulder bag, the two set off.

(Part 2 coming soon - thank you for reading!)

"No fog, no mist. Clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold—cold, piping for the blood to dance to—golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells—oh glorious, glorious!" ~ A Christmas Carol

#scrooge x oc #scrooge 2022 #oc constance dogoode #scroogeverse #oc bess scrooge #oc bess sullivan #oc ebenezar scrooge #strawberry sunrise

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mrbl00dysky · 1 year ago

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I had this idea in my head for awhile.

There’s more under the cut :)

So basically Jean finds Reiner alone in the streets. It's raining heavily and Reiner is soaked. Instead of Jean offering Reiner his umbrella he takes Reiner home with him. Jean is completely unaware of Reiner being a wolf because of the baggy hoodie he was wearing and Reiner doesn't bother taking it off, afraid he'll scare the other man. Jean asked a few questions, only getting little nods and head shakes as a reply so he ends up calling Reiner rude but ends up cooking Reiner a meal to feed him. After a while of silence Jean offers Reiner a shower and he gladly accepted. Jean had been working all day so he was very tired the whole time. He ends up passing out while Reiner is showering but when he awakened Reiner wasn't there anymore. At first Jean thinks it was a dream but starts looking around town to find Reiner.

Eventually giving up when he couldn't find him he went back home. A few days passed and Jean is cooking in his kitchen and gets a strange feeling that he's being watched so he glances back a few times during his cooking only to see nothing. Jean finally gets done making his food then goes into his room to change into some comfortable clothes. In the middle of getting dressed he hears something coming from the kitchen. Jean, who is obviously startled grabs a wooden bat he has laying in the corner of his bedroom and slowly opens his bedroom door to investigate.

He didn't invite anyone so who could be in his house. At first he thought Sasha or Connie was fucking with him like always so he wouldn't think he was under attack but still wanted to be sure. As Jean quietly made his way down his hallway the sounds of chewing and munching were less faint. Now Jean thinks the worst, was there a fucking cannibal in his house? Or was there a homeless person raiding his fridge? Jean didn’t let himself get discouraged so he kept walking towards the kitchen. He didn’t waste time as he stepped into the kitchen and raised his bat, ready to hit whoever was in his home but froze at what he saw. The guy from his dream- or from the other day was standing shirtless in his kitchen, eating the dinner he just made for himself with pieces of food all over his stuffed cheeks. The big man before him was staring at him with wide golden eyes, though Jean was focused on something else other then the man’s expression. He was staring at those wolf ears on top of the others head and the tail that was wagging back and forth constantly. Reiner swallowed his food with one big gulp then raised a big hand to slightly wave at Jean with a small smile.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Is all that Jean says, or rather screams.

#jean kirschtien #reiner braun #reijean #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #fanart #digital art #digital arwork

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4ttack-ur-heart · 2 years ago

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connie x y/n date at the zoom🦙

Lions & Polar Bears

Pairing: connie x gn! reader

Summary: You and Connie go on a cute date to the zoo.

Genre: Fluffy af

Warnings: none

authors note: glad I am finally posting this. It's been in my drafts for months and wanted to send it out earlier, but writer's block and a bit of seasonal depression hit and I wanted to end it good.

okay and ngl, towards the end it’s really fluffy and totally cringe and cliche so I’m excited. also i'm pretty sure I used only gender neutral terms in regards to the reader, but if you catch something I missed just lmk :)

——— he's literally adorable-

“Babe, look at the wolves!” Connie gushes out to you and grabs your hand.

He’s been dying to go to the zoo lately, so he was ecstatic when you bought the tickets online to surprise him. Apparently it was the best gift you could’ve gotten him, as Connie turned into a kid going to Disneyland for the first time.

“I see, baby.” You smile at him and link your arms with him. A few people surrounded you, but thankfully you took a day off of work so it wouldn’t be as crowded as it would on a weekend. “What do you wanna go see see next?”

He hovers over your shoulder, glancing between the park map and the wolf enclosure. “The elephants are near by. Can we go see them?”

“Of course.”

Your local zoo was a popular tourist spot since it was also a rescue center for the animals, thankfully not just some poor creatures behind a steel fence.

It was pretty humid unfortunately, but you and Connie prepared. Both of you were twinning with a couple anime t-shirts and shorts with a pair of sunglasses.

He dragged you through the park, hand desperately clutching onto to yours in hope you’ll match his speed. “C’mon, slowpoke. Don’t make me carry you.”

“If you do in front of all these people, you can sleep with the polar bears tonight.”

“What’s the difference?”

He earned himself a light smack to the back of his buzzed head.

————

It was around noonish by the time your stomach started growling. Between the sun, the humidity, and walking, plus the water bottles you stored in your little backpack were rapidly declining.

“Baby, we should find somewhere to eat real quick.” You tell him as the smell from the food stands started to waft in your nose.

“Weak.” He replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Most people don’t survive off of Oreos and a redbull.”

“Ugh, fine- whatever Mom.”

Connie laughed at the glare you sent his way. He wasn’t wrong though. He sure acted like a kid rather than an adult, but his goofy personality was what you liked about him. “Okay, okay, what do you want to eat?”

After various glances between the different food stands, you both decided on getting burgers, which made your stomach growl even more.

Connie came up behind you and placed a hand tenderly on your stomach, “Hey quiet that thing down, it’s gonna attract the animals.”

“Sorry, my handler hasn’t fed me yet.” You let out a giggle as Connie places a small kiss on your cheek.

“Let’s go, babe.”

————

After a good meal of overpriced food, the hiking up the many hills of the zoo were no match for you two.

“You liked the elephants?” You asked and swung your clasped hand with his. He’s been in a great mood all day and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in yourself that you made the right choice in buying the tickets.

“Yes, you’re the best,” He gave you a kiss. “What do you wanna see?”

A confused look took over your face and your eyebrows raised from behind the lenses of your sunglasses.

“Uhh, it’s only like 2:00 pm…” You tell him. “Why do you think I spent the night at your place? I made sure I was going to wake your ass up early, babe. We’re gonna see everything.”

Connies brain felt like it was short-circuiting.

“You okay? You look liked you’re about to faint.”

His hand squeezed yours in response and he nods, a small tint of pink staining his cheeks. “Yeah.” He let out a small chuckle as you started dragging him toward the lion exhibit. “Never been better, actually.”

“C’mon! They have a show soon, let’s go watch.”

———

“This is Mila,” The zookeeper’s voice rang through the small headset from atop a podium. “She’s a lioness who was rescued from poachers about five years ago. We got a call from a rescue organization out there and we managed to send a team out to safely get her and her cubs out.”

The lioness sat comfortable on top of the large rock platform. Her eyes scanned the crowd of guests before sharply shifting her gaze to her cubs. The two smaller lions started nipping at each other playfully, definitely putting on a show for the crowd.

“They’ve grown a lot since they’ve been rescued, but a mother never stops being a mother.” The keeper laughs as Mila starts to trek towards them. The two quickly separated, their manes bustling with movement.

A deep and almost guttural noise echoed through the enclosure. Mila and the zookeepers attention shifted to the noise.

“How exciting, it looked like our male lion, Apollo, has woken up from his afternoon nap.”

“That’s something you two have in common.” You playfully elbow Connie in the ribs.

“Ha, you think you won, but I don’t see how being compared to a lion is bad.”

The crowd let out sounds of wonder as Apollo made his appearance. The lion stood strong with his large and dark mane.

“Apollo was transferred from another zoo due to issues with mating with another lioness. We were a bit nervous when he was relocated here, since we didn’t know how he would react to Mila and her cubs.”

While Connie pretty much had a front row seat, a few people started to trickle in closer and obstruct your vision, but you didn’t mind. He looked back towards you and pulled your arm to make you move closer as the crowd started to ‘aw’ at the lions. He pushed you in front of him so you could see what was going on.

A cub slowly emerged from under Apollo’s legs. The little cub seemed skittish from all the attention, but a slight bump from Mila encouraged her to move out from Apollo.

“As you can see, the two have bonded very well and had Serene. Normally, male lions won’t really take part in raising cubs, only seeing it as a the lionesses job. They mostly add protection and watch over the pride while the mothers go out to hunt. After Serene was born, he immediately showed signs of care, which surprised us, and he always has her in his sights. Talk about daddy’s little girl.”

“Dude, that’s so cute.” Connie wrapped his arms around your front and rested his chin on the top of your head.

As the show continued, the zookeeper gave out other information about the lions and Mila’s family.

“Hey, I think it’s ending soon.” Connie’s voice whispered in your ear. “Wanna beat the crowd and go check out the llamas?”

“Whatever you want to do, Connie.”

And with that, you both snuck out and headed for the llamas.

“Holy shit, they’re fluffy.” He gaped at the animals.

“Connie, there’s kids here.” You whispered as a few parents glanced in your direction at his profanity.

“So? Take them to Disneyland then. The animals won’t censor their lives, why should I?”

You shrugged off the glares, he did have a point. The pack of llamas and alpacas were sifting past each other behind the fence. The smell was… tolerable- kinda and globs of spit dribbled down some of their mouths. You decided it was safe to keep your distance.

“Would you like to pet him?” One of the handlers asked.

“Wait- yes, can I?” Connie asked.

You quickly take out your phone and snap a few pictures of Connie with the llama. His hand gently rubbed the furry muzzle and the llama bleated a bit at the touch. It was going great, until a large thick glob of spit trailed down Connie’s wrist and down his elbow.

“Careful-! Sorry, he’s drools a lot. Here’s a tissue.”

———

After many more hours of seeing the animal habitats, the sun started to set. The warm summer atmosphere started to glow dim with dark colors painting the sky. Torches and lamps illuminated the walk ways and guests were busy trying to catch the last shows and exhibits before closing.

“Babe, let’s go to the gift shop.” Connie drags you towards the small shop, like a little kid in a toy store… literally.

The shop was filled with souvenirs ranging from magnets, water bottles, and plushies. The cute jungle theme was spread throughout the store with bamboo flooring and vines hanging from the ceiling.

It’s only been a few months of you two dating, but you’ve both have been inseparable. There was never a dull moment with Connie. Weekends could either be going to a dive bar or watching Netflix with takeout, which both of you never minded. He was also treated you like royalty too, always opening the doors, complimenting you when you’re feeling down, fuck- even tying your shoes.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Connie shoved a monkey plushie in your face. Blinking your eyes to focus, you took in it’s abnormal appearance: wide body, small head, scrawny legs.

“Look how ugly this thing is!” He laughed and tossed it back in the basket with the others.

You chuckled at him and glanced at the other plushies. An adorable lion caught your eyes and you picked it up. The soft fuzz from the mane tickled your fingers. “You’re coming home with me.”

Connie bumped into you and you both made eye contact, a light blush heating up your faces. He cradled a polar bear plushie in his hands.

“That’s the one?” You asked, your gaze fixed on the stuffed animal.

His eyes never left you. “Y-yeah.”

After paying for both the plushies, it was finally time to go home. The plushies rested under your arm as the two of you walked back to Connie’s car hand in hand.

The other families were trailing slowly to the exit with exhausted kids sleeping in their parents arms and strollers.

“Thank you for today.” He said once you two reached the parking lot.

“Of course, baby.” You squeezed his hand tighter. “I’m glad you had fun.

“Nah, like…” Connie trailed off for a moment, biting his lip. “You don’t understand.”

Your head creaked to the side in confusion. “Understand what?”

“Fuck, like other people I’ve dated in the past never really enjoyed doing stuff like this.”

He walked you to the passenger door of his car.

"The zoo? Who doesn't like the-"

“Nah, they’ve always wanted to go clubbing every night or go to five star restaurants- and like don’t get me wrong, I like to go out and get fancy once in a while too.”

“But it’s draining. Overall it wasn't what you wanted to do, was it? Plus we’re young and broke, who can afford it in this economy?” You finished for him with a giggle.

A sigh of relief escaped him. “You get it.”

Your hand reached up and swiped through his hair. “I do. Wanna get Taco Bell on the way home?”

“Dammit, how are you-”

"So perfect for me," he wanted to say. “Fuck it, Y/n, I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and Connie looked like he was about to pass out- again. A warmth flooded through your body and you couldn’t help the smile forming.

“I love you too.”

He was wide-eyed. “R-really? You aren’t just saying that cause I did? It’s okay if you don’t yet- or if you never do- wait…”

A loud laugh escaped you as he continued to ramble. “Connie, I love you too.”

Connie let out a heavy sigh. “That’s a relief, the drive home would’ve just been...” He whistled lowly.

You leaned up to kiss him. “Get in the car, I’m hungry again.”

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Connie finally pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. The music was playing lowly in the background and his hand never left your thigh the entire drive. Taco wrappers and hot sauce packets littered the floor by your feet and both plushies resided with you under your seatbelt so they could be safe.

“Y/n, babe, wake up. We’re home.” He gently shook your sleeping form.

A grumbled left your lips, but you didn’t stir. Connie grabbed the trash and threw it out in a nearby bin then opened your door. He reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt. The two plushies found their way into your tiny backpack which Connie reluctantly put on.

“Come on, my little polar bear.” He laced your arms around his neck and edged you off the seat. Your legs wrapped around his torso and his arm secured itself under your butt to support you. You hummed into his neck, ever so grateful he was carrying you.

“Fuck, maybe I should’ve called you a koala instead.”

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Penfriends.

Cover made by: Connie the Wolf, on Furaffinity, give them lots of money.

Synopsis: In 1894, 17-year-old Olivia Flaversham had been writing to a long-distance penfriend named Fievel Mousekewitz for almost five years. This past year, she is left waiting for Fievel's following letter to arrive, but it never comes. Seeing her heartbreak, her father pays his savings to allow Olivia to go and see if her friend is well.

Olivia sat in pensive silence as the train bounced and shook on the westward rail line. Between both of her hands sat a handwritten envelope dated the end of last year.

Running her thumbs along it, she felt a pain in her heart and a tense anxiety through her whole body. She'd never believed she'd find herself here, but the closer she drew to the destination written on the envelope, the more uncertain she became.

She'd written to Fievel for years, and she felt she'd developed a strong bond with him through those years. She'd never met him, nor did she think she ever would, but it didn't stop her from fantasizing repeatedly about doing so.

With her father having moved around so much after the incident with Ratigan, she found friends challenging to maintain. It wasn't until the advent of the penfriend's board in East London that she found that opportunity.

While humans were restricted only by their mechanical toys, the mice had the aid of birds. All it took was a simple exchange with them for far-off mail delivery, and one could talk to any mouse in the world if one wished.

Thinking back, it was on that cluttered board that she set her address to be taken elsewhere. She never expected to hear back, but was elated when she received a handwritten letter in the winter of 1890.

It was the beginning of a long correspondence that extended far past the ocean and struck straight through to her heart. She'd never say it, but as she spent more and more money sending letters to Fievel, the more she felt like she "loved" him.

It was a stupid thought in her mind: how can someone love another if they've never met them? Still, the fact that Fievel faithfully responded and continued through every address until the last meant that she felt she did know him well.

He told her everything, as did she… Their fears, their family, their wants, and their tears….

Olivia sighed and wiped the wetness away from her eyes with the back of her hand.

She was scared for him; for the first time in his life, he'd not responded to her for almost a year. She sent dozens of letters, some pleading for a reply, but he never wrote back….

Did he hate her all of a sudden? Did he find someone else to spend his time with?

She didn't know; not knowing was far more painful than accepting any possible truth. She'd become so crestfallen over the affair that tears wet her pillow nightly, and her hygiene plummeted into disrepair for a time.

As Olivia remembered the pain, she glanced out the window containing the endless expanse of gorgeous desert space.

"…."

It was her father who eventually came and spoke to her. She didn't know why he suggested she come here to see Fievel, but the mere suggestion of it had made her eyes sparkle so brightly that he only hugged her lovingly.

"You're growing up so fast…." She whispered her father's words while resting her chin on her hand.

She had grown and spent many years improving her intuition and problem-solving skills. Basil had rubbed off on her, and her competence was likely why her father was not concerned about her traveling so far alone.

"…."

As the locomotive began to slow, one of the servicemice on the train called out to passengers in her tiny train cart.

"Next stop, Green River, Utah!"

His voice was thunderous, and it jolted Olivia from her thoughts. Standing up, she slid the envelope into her leather side bag while picking it up and then straightened her long, blue coat and plaid dress.

Despite the area, she was dressed in similar attire that she'd had as a child. She always kept her favorite color and the beautiful red bow gifted by her dear, departed mother.

As the train pulled to a complete stop with a screeching sound, she quickly left and stepped outside onto the train platform with the many other humans and mice stopping there.

Immediately, the sun blinded her, and she squinted hard to dull the pain. The rays were hot against her, and she began to sweat immediately.

With a huff, Olivia walked beneath the ticket window for shade and, from there, was able to better see the entirety of the quaint western town before her.

Mice and men walked around in the sun, and many seemed to be at work. To her right was a billboard with various sheets of paper containing many different informational tidbits.

Some of which caught her eye….

Penfriends signup! Come meet mice from around the world!

Olivia smiled somewhat as she looked at the board full of numerous addresses, names, and locations. Indeed, she could only imagine Fievel walking here and grabbing her letter to nobody….

Turning, she was about to leave when another poster caught her attention immediately.

Greetings, New Arrivals! Job Opening! October 4, 1894:

Looking for a skilled typist and an investigator with experience.

See Sheriff Fievel Mousekewitz for an interview!

…

"That's only weeks ago!"

Olivia's heart pounded, and excitement nearly stole her breath. Quickly looking about at the many mousey establishments built into human ones, she could see the one labeled "Sheriff" fairly easily.

Pausing briefly, she thought over her options, and it was then that an idea came to her.

She could erase all of these turbulent feelings if she went in for the "interview" instead of as herself…. Fievel did not know what she looked like, so if it was clear he was too busy for her, she could let him go without making it complicated….

Sure, she told herself that, but as she walked out into the sun, she found her bravery lessening with each step. Standing before the establishment labeled "Sheriff," she heard an old man's voice greet her.

"Well, hello M'am, haven't seen you roun' here before."

Olivia turned to see a mining mouse standing with his pick over his shoulder.

"Oh, yes…. I am here to see Sheriff Fievel. Is he in?"

The older mouse tipped his hat and responded kindly. "Sure is, though. I hope ya ain't gonna ask him to climb no mountains or nothin'; boy's havin' a rough time of it…."

Olivia became terrified and so tried to keep her worry hidden. "Oh… Well… H-he's, ok? Isn't he?"

The man laughed and nodded. "Yep, just needin' help, but not findin' the right kind, I s'pose."

Olivia nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, that is what I am here for… To, erm… help…"

The old man grinned and spit on the ground. "Well, then, Missey, welcome to Green River! I look forward to seein' yer pretty face roun' here!"

Olivia was silent and watched the man walk away. He was friendly, but her mind could concentrate on nothing but Fievel.

Turning to stand in front of the entryway, she breathed in to calm herself and slowly opened the door. Gently, it moved, and as she peeked in, she could see a young mouse sitting at a desk.

His white hat glistened in the sun through a small hole in the wall, and his hand wrote shakily on a paper set before him. Taking his white coat and form in, she zeroed in on the Sheriff's shimmering gold star as it reflected in the sunlight.

"…."

Olivia's immediate thoughts were how handsome he was, even more so than her imagination allowed. Though he was so young, she was always surprised that he was the central acting Sheriff.

Pushing in, Fievel was oblivious to her presence. He seemed preoccupied and struggling. Glancing down at his papers, Olivia could see his hand trembling and that his handwriting was exceedingly poor, unlike the nice pen strokes he usually produced when writing her.

Glancing at his expression, he seemed forlorn and sad but dutiful regardless. Olivia was now beside his makeshift desk admiring him, but then she self-consciously felt like a creep for doing so.

"…."

Perhaps…. Perhaps it was time to talk to Fievel…. Even with her planned cover, she felt unbelievably uneasy.

"Uhm…. Ah-Hem…" Olivia muttered as she placed her hand to her mouth and made a sound.

It finally broke Fievel's concentration, and he glanced up. Immediately, he placed his fountain pen down, and it seemed he could not break his stare on the sudden company.

"I… Well, hello…." He began. "Is there something I can help you with?"

His voice was calm and masculine but oozing with unbridled empathy. He was as kind as his letters portrayed, Olivia could tell…

"Uhm, erm, well, uhhh…." Olivia lost her nerve as she bashfully ran her shoe across the wooden planks.

Fievel placed his left hand underneath his hat behind his head and scratched, then laughed nervously. "Well, I haven't seen you in Green River before…. Did you travel here and now need help with something?"

Olivia cleared her throat and then timidly lied in her subtle Scottish accent. "Well, I… I am here about your poster..."

Fievel looked confused, but then it seemed to snap into his mind. "Oh! Well, I haven't had too many come in for those positions, so it is good somebody finally decided to show…."

He laughed a bit more, then returned the pen to his right hand. "Go on, have a seat! We can discuss how you can help."

Olivia quietly walked before the desk and sat in the wooden chair made from a discarded toy block. From her new vantage point, she could clearly see the right arm of his coat was severely torn, and he had bandages creeping out of his coat sleeve above his hand.

"…."

Fievel looked down at a form atop his messy desk and placed his pen on it to fill out the essential details. Olivia watched as he struggled and hid his pain through subtle, deep breaths.

His handwriting suffered immeasurably, so she broke the silence with her immediate thoughts. "Uhm, it looks like you are having a hard time writing…. Why don't you use your left hand instead?"

Fievel frowned and then held up his right hand, after which he responded. "I am right-handed, and believe it or not, this hand still writes better than my left…. If I want to be able to read what I write later, then I need to use it."

"…."

Olivia watched him as he began writing, and then she spoke again. "What happened, Fievel?"

Her direct utterance of his name made him look up at her, and his cheeks turned slightly pink in the sunlight. She spoke as if she cared about him, and it was flattering from someone so drop-dead gorgeous.

"I…" Fievel began. "Well, we have been having a lot of trouble with rising crime and cat bandits recently. My friend Tiger is out looking for them now, but I got severely swiped a few months back… It has been slow healing."

It made sense to Olivia now, and she watched as Fievel went back to writing with his injury. Overworked and clearly suffering, he likely hadn't written her because of how serious things were for him presently.

She gazed at the floor and watched her feet. She felt like a selfish, despicable mouse. Not just because she was lying to Fievel right now but because she ever even thought he would abandon her.

"…."

After a moment longer, she heard Fievel speak.

"Ok, Miss, all I need is your name, and we can discuss your abilities that will help around here."

Olivia stared blankly at him as he readied his pen to write on the paper again. Now, she knew she could slink away with him never knowing, but she also felt obligated to tell him that she was finally here.

Glancing over at his plethora of messy papers strewn about the desk, Olivia caught a glimpse of lines he had clearly been drafting for a letter to send her at some point.

"…"

"Dear, Olivia…. Sorry that I have not responded…."

"Olivia, I do not know how to say this. We have spoken for so long, and because of that, I am afraid to…."

"Olivia, I do not want to worry you, but…."

"Olivia, please, forgive me for not writing…. I hope that you won't be mad…."

"Olivia, you are my best friend…."

The last one, in particular, got to her so much she couldn't read anymore, and she wiped her eyes to keep them from sprouting tears.

It was at this point that she heard Fievel speak again.

"Miss, are you alright?"

She nodded slowly, trying to hide her sentimentality, and just responded. "Sorry…. now, what was it you were saying?"

Fievel merely grinned kindly and responded playfully. "I asked you your name, silly. I haven't learned it yet!"

Olivia stared, and when Fievel looked down at the paper again, she spoke softly to him.

"I… My name is Olivia Flaversham…."

Fievel absent-mindedly began to write the name in awkward handwriting, but by the time he'd finished "Olivia" and made it to "Fla," his pen slipped right off the page, leaving behind a trail of ink.

He looked up and stared directly at Olivia, his mouth agape and eyes wide. It was clearly a mixture of awe and terror.

"I…. Olivia?!" He choked out.

Olivia could only give him a dopey smile, and she nodded her head to his question without speaking.

Fievel immediately got up and looked down at her from his standing position. When she mimicked him, she stood straight and decided to try and speak through her trepidation.

"I… It is so go…." She began but was abruptly silenced.

Fievel had spontaneously thrust himself forward from around the side of the desk, and before she could even think, she found herself with his left arm wrapped around her, brought into an intimate hug.

She wasn't frightened or offended by the sudden gesture…. She wanted this more than he could possibly imagine.

She inhaled his scent when she wrapped her arms around his frame and placed her head against his chest. It was intoxicating to her and was making her knees weak.

They stood in the Sheriff's office while the sun beamed onto them from the mousehole window. Their eyes were shut, and they felt that their strong bond had been infinitely tempered beyond any ability to destroy it.

"…."

After some time, Fievel removed himself and looked her over. Then, he spoke honestly.

"Sorry about that, Olivia…. I don't know why I did that…."

Olivia shook her head and smiled. "No, it is good to meet you too. I… Well, it has honestly been a dream for me to do so for a long time now."

Fievel agreed and beamed brighter than she'd seen him since she'd gotten here. "I feel that way, too…. I really can't believe you are here…. Come to think of it, how did you get here? What brought you all this way?"

"…"

There was absolute bashfulness in her reasoning, and now, it was her face's turn to go soft pink. Glancing up towards Fievel's face, she eventually explained that her father had given her the money…. However, when it came to admitting her reasoning, she was avoidant.

"I… Well, I always wanted to visit here, and uhm… I figured I could see you while I was at it."

Fievel nodded and simply tipped the brim of his cowboy hat. "Well, you are always welcome to spend time here with me whenever you'd like…."

Olivia's heart skipped an entire beat, and part of her wanted to jump for joy. Even though she was utterly unwilling to admit her deep care for him and her worries over his not writing to her, she would allow herself all the space in the world to feel this way privately.

"…."

As Fievel turned and sat at his desk, he held out his left hand and prompted her to sit back down. "Shall we continue with the hiring process?"

Olivia merely gave him a smirk and shook her head. "You know that I have been working every day to be more like Basil, so I am pretty sure we can skip the paperwork…."

"Fair enough," Fievel began, then got back up and stood before her. "Uhm…. Olivia?"

Olivia looked over his solemn expression and then answered hesitantly. "Y-Yes?"

Fievel sighed and then let out what he wanted to say. "I am incredibly sorry I didn't write you…. Things happened, but that is no excuse to ignore somebody I care about."

"Oh…." Olivia cast her gaze away from him.

Hearing him say that lifted her spirit, and she felt entirely at peace again. Shifting her bag slung over her shoulder, she tried to express her feelings over his words.

"I… Fievel, I want…." There was a pause as a loud noise grumbled audibly from the center of her torso.

She put her hand on her stomach, and Fievel chuckled at her stomach interrupting her. "Well, someone's hungry…. Come on, why don't we get something to eat?"

Olivia was ashamed over the noises her belly made but had little time to really dwell on it. Before she could even answer, she felt Fievel grab her hand with his left one and pull her gently out the door into the sun.

The shame and anxiety she'd felt previously now felt like a living dream. Growing up, she'd fantasized about doing this with Fievel, and as this fantasy turned into an actual event, she was left with the undeniable revelation that she did and had loved him far more than she ever allowed herself.

Olivia now realized there was no shame in it; she'd known "who" Fievel was for so long that coming here wasn't like meeting a stranger at all; it was like a reunion with a very dear friend.

"…"

…

Olivia squinted again as the two made their way out into the overwhelming sunlight, but as the two walked, her eyes adjusted better over time.

Glancing at the quaint western town, she was charmed by how different it was from England. The rustic wooden structures matched the desert scenery well, and the many establishments made by human settlers had since been expanded to the many mice that migrated here.

Glancing down at her hand touching Fievel's, she preserved her feeling of floating off the ground and only broke her grasp on him when he stopped and directed her to what appeared to be a restaurant.

Curiously examining the establishment, it was apparent it was connected to some human inn. The closer they got to the hole in the wooden porch, the more detail Olivia could see on the tiny old sign before her.

"Mouse House!"

Olivia only vaguely recalled reading about it from Fievel some time ago and looked at him curiously.

After interpreting her expression, he spoke on it to refresh her memory.

"It is a place where they serve quick, good food. I never saw anything like it before it came here, so it will be a nice treat for you to experience.

Olivia nodded quietly, then entered the establishment with Fievel. The place was packed while looking very homely and well-furnished with repurposed human trinkets. There was an overwhelming scent of delectably cooked meat and vegetables wafting throughout the place.

The room was waited on by a plethora of gorgeous mice in distinct, white, and black starched skirts. Olivia was surprised by the civility and atmosphere of the place and followed Fievel to one of the only empty tables, where they both took a seat.

…

It was only mere minutes before one of the girls came over and spoke to them. "Hello, Ma'am, Sheriff Fievel! What can I get y'all to drink today?"

Fievel leaned back in his chair and spoke his routine favorite. "I'd like an iced tea, please."

"Right," the waitress began, turning his already set China cup upside down and letting it tilt off the saucer.

"And you, Miss?"

Olivia thought, and tea did sound delectable right about now. "I'd like a hot tea, please…."

The waitress smiled and turned Olivia's cup upside down on the saucer. "Right, now, what would you like to eat, or did ya need me to return in a moment?"

Olivia was uncertain, but Fievel spoke for himself and on her behalf. "I'd like some beef and vegetables, and Olivia likes seafood…. Do you have anything nice in stock?"

Olivia beamed and merely stayed quiet. Fievel had remembered that she liked fish and seafood. Trendy dishes in England…. He seemed to remember even small details she'd written him.

The waitress nodded in Olivia's direction and responded. "Well, she's in luck. We have a catch of fresh oysters brought in from Maine this mornin'."

Olivia had never had oysters, but her curiosity was piqued as it sounded like somewhat of a delicacy to her. "That sounds lovely, I will try that…."

With their orders given, the waitress was off, and Fievel, sitting across from her, was relatively lax.

Even though she was here experiencing this, it still felt unreal…. It wasn't until a few moments later, when another waitress came by and set up their China and poured their preferred drinks without a word, that she could speak.

"I… This is really neat…."

Fievel leaned forward and then took a sip of his cold tea. "Yeah, this place is really great…. I come here all the time and dine while I write to you…."

Olivia blushed again and then shook her head. "I meant, sitting here with you…."

Fievel had his moment to turn hot, and he looked at the table. "Yeah, I…. Uhm…."

Olivia raised an eyebrow curiously and then encouraged him to continue. "Yes, Fievel…?"

Fievel rested his injured arm on the table and just shook his head. "I dunno', I just feel like I have things I want to say, but I am not sure I ought to…."

Olivia felt similarly, but as she was about to tell him she wanted to hear it, the waitress returned and placed their meals directly in front of them.

Olivia was shocked by the sudden interruption but still captivated by how it was presented. Her oysters were on a decoratively painted plate that resembled that of an oyster shell.

Their composure and smell were delectable, and as she forgot what she was about to say to Fievel, she decided to try her meal.

Fievel quietly cut a small sirloin strip and observed Olivia as she tasted her oysters. At first, Olivia seemed unsure of the texture, but as she settled on the flavor, she found it highly palatable.

"Mmm…. This is just as good as English cod…."

Fievel laughed and took a bite of his meal. "Well, I am extremely overjoyed you like it. Please, enjoy yourself. It is my treat."

Olivia was speechless, not because of the gesture, per se, but more so because this now resembled dating and courtship to her.

"…."

Fievel was utterly unperturbed by how others might interpret this, so she merely acted as if she didn't care either.

By the time the two were rounding down their meal, a call from beside them broke their gaze on one another.

"Fievel! Hey, and who is this, huh!?"

When they looked over, they saw a dolled-up mouse girl not quite as tall as Fievel. At first, Olivia felt anxious, but then Fievel dispelled all of it by speaking.

"Tanya…. Don't you have a show right now!?"

Tanya walked over happily and shook her head. "Well, no! It was canceled…. That still doesn't answer my question, though!"

Olivia recognized the name, and she spoke before Fievel could introduce her. "Tanya? Fievel's sister?"

Tanya frowned and then looked at Fievel before playfully teasing him. "Been talking about me, are you?"

By their interaction, Olivia could tell they loved one another dearly. Indeed, he had written a lot about Tanya to her, and to finally see her felt like an honor.

Fievel shook his head and responded. "No, this is…. Well, uhm…. How do I put this?"

Tanya put her hands on her hips and responded directly. "How about her name? She seems to know mine!"

Fievel rubbed his right hand with his left and then spoke. "Well, you probably won't believe this, but, well, this is Olivia…."

Tanya stared as if she'd blown a fuse, and then, when she looked over Olivia, her expression turned to shock. "You mean…? YOUR OLIVIA?!"

Hearing Tanya raise her voice with those words made Olivia freeze in utter fear, but Fievel only confirmed it with a "yes."

Tanya went over and scrutinized Olivia and then quickly grabbed a seat from a newly emptied table and dragged it over. With her now sitting next to Olivia, she began to speak.

"Wow, I can't believe she's here! You've been talking to her for several years now!"

Olivia grinned at Tanya's developed gregarious demeanor and responded. "Yes…. I am here, and it is a pleasure to meet you, Tanya…."

Tanya shut her eyes and chuckled, then leaned back before deciding to humiliate Fievel. "Well, good thing you are, Fievel does nothing but talk about 'Olivia this,' and 'Olivia that…' I feel like I know you even though you've never been here."

Fievel pulled his hat down slightly, seeing where this was going, and hid his gaze from them behind the brim of his hat.

"…."

"Oh…" Olivia was caught off guard, so she ended up saying more than she had intended.

"I didn't know he thought about me as much as I do about him…."

When she uttered the words, Fievel raised his hat slightly to glance, and Tanya had a knowing look on her face before speaking again.

"You two are made for one another, I am oh-so sure…."

"…."

There was an awkward silence between Fievel and Olivia, so Tanya just rolled her eyes. After that, she raised her hand and called over the waitress.

Within seconds, a dried fruit pie had been ordered on Fievel's dime, and when it came, the three beginning to eat had cushioned the anxiety of the two.

Tanya began to ease into a conversation and genuinely showed interest in Olivia, her father, Basil, and England.

…

Hours went by, and the three continued bonding. When Tanya had her fill, she decided to let Olivia and Fievel have the time they truly deserved.

When the check came, Fievel paid the 70-cents for their dinners and pie, as well as left a generous 20-cent tip for the server.

…

By the time they made it outside, Olivia was surprised by the massive drop in temperature at night. It made her feel happy she'd worn her clothes from England.

Once they made it out onto the dusty trail, she was wholly entranced by the clear presence of night. The gorgeous sky was so absent in light that she could see the stars and galaxies beyond them in a way that defied expectations.

Fievel timidly spoke after the two walked in silence next to one another for a while.

"So, if you'd like, I can put you up at an inn, or you can stay with me for the night…."

The offer came off as more of a request to her, and Olivia's immediate thought was the latter regardless. "I'd like to see your home…."

With that, nothing more needed to be said, and Fievel led her along the now sparsely lit roads of the town.

"…."

…

By the time Fievel and Olivia made it to his home located under the porch of the human Sheriff's office, she was surprised by the modesty of it. It was cramped with various things but decently organized.

She watched as he lit a small lantern made of scrapped tin, and then took his hat off for the first time. His unkempt head fur was adorable and made her smile.

Placing it on a dull human fishing hook that he used as a hanger, he took her bag and set it beside it. After that, he struggled with his jacket until he finally pulled it off and hung it. Olivia could now see how badly he had been hurt; indeed, it looked agonizing from her perspective.

Bandages ran along his upper arm, down through his forearm, stopping at his wrist, and he was very slow to use or move it. Olivia placed her hands to her mouth and, for the first time, really felt deeply sorry.

Seeing her, Fievel frowned, and walked up to stand right before her. When she looked up at his face, he spoke.

"Don't worry, Olivia…. I… Well, I am ok…. I figured out that you are here because you were worried…. I really am sorry for that."

Olivia's motivation was now transparent to him, so rather than deny it, she responded. "I was so scared you stopped talking to me forever…. I am sorry for doubting you…. Really, Fievel…."

Fievel raised his left hand and rubbed her cheek, which she did not bother to try to stop. The dim flickering light of the small lantern made the mood tensely intimate.

Fievel eventually sighed and then spoke once more. "As I was trying to say earlier…. I have so much I want to tell you, but I…. It is like, now that I have the chance, I feel unsure and unable…."

Olivia's eyes sparkled with the light of the flickering flame beside her, and her pulse quickened. As Fievel drew his face closer to hers, she mimicked him. Then, when she could feel his warm breath on her face, she responded.

"Just…. Say what you need to, Fievel…. What's in your heart…."

Fievel stared, and the moment felt like an eternity. Before long, he moved closer until their noses practically touched and spoke.

"I love you, Olivia Flaversham…."

That was all he needed to say and all she needed to hear. Without a bit of hesitation, the two pressed their mouths together. It was slow at first but quickly escalated beyond their control.

Pent-up feelings exploded forth from years of childish fantasy and personal experimentation. They'd both dreamed about this, what this could be like, and now that they had a face to add to those fantasies, it only inexorably propelled their desire for love.

As they awkwardly added their tongues to the kissing, Olivia let out a moan, which caused Fievel to vigorously push her against the wooden wall of his home.

She shut her eyes and kissed ever harder as he used his left hand to hold her up against the wood. Her hands began searching his body and found his sides. Softly, she caressed them as the two freed their imprisoned passion for one another.

Eventually, the infinitely long kiss broke, and they were gasping for oxygen. Looking into Fievel's eyes, Olivia stated the obvious because she felt just as much of a need for it as Fievel.

"I… Love you too, Fievel Mousekewitz…."

…

With undeniable desire, Olivia touched just about anywhere she could while they hugged. Inevitably, Fievel moved in due to the good feelings that were being shared and began to kiss along her exposed neck.

She gasped in excited titillation as she shut her eyes. After returning the love that she had given him to her, she squealed with delight and then commented on his prurient behavior.

"Fievel…. I… This is e-embarrassing…. You are experienced with this?"

Fievel stopped kissing her neck, then gazed into her eyes again. "N-no… I…. I've never even courted a girl before…. I just…."

There was slight hesitation to continue, but Olivia just waited patiently, which inevitably caused Fievel to spill his private thoughts.

…

"Well, every time you would write me, I would get so excited…. The writing started at a time when, uhm, I was becoming more interested in girls…. I guess you could say, I liked you so much that I could only dream of you above all else."

Olivia found it sweet, and so shyly reciprocated. "Well, it is the same for me…. When I realized I felt that way, I felt stupid for liking someone I never met in person…."

"…."

Fievel stood there admiring her, feeling as if they were identical. After a bout of sentimental silence, it wasn't but a few moments later, that Olivia whispered into his ear. Her mind made up about where she wanted this to go.

"What kinds of things did you dream of, Fievel?"

He became nervous and stammered heavily. "M-marrying you, uhm…. S-some other s-stuff…."

"What other stuff?" She grinned mischievously.

"…." Fievel refused to speak any more on it.

With assertiveness, Olivia moved forward and whispered again to him.

"Show me…. Please…."

…

It didn't take more than that for Fievel to begin touching her body with his uninjured hand, and then, before they knew it, it was a whirlwind of unadulterated ecstasy.

Moving back and forth, groping, moaning, and then, the clothes they wore were shedding all about the floor. Neither could stop it, but at this point, neither wanted to.

When they inevitably made it atop Fievel's bed made out of an old human matchbox. They began to roll all over its covers until Olivia found herself on top positioning herself...

"…."

…

Sometime after their thrillful fling, filled with adulation, need, and a desire for experience. They wound up under Fievel's covers by the flickering of the lantern light.

Their nude bodies soaked so through with passion-laden sweat that their fur was damp. Olivia's hand rested atop Fievel's bare chest, and he used his left arm to hold her body against his.

The boisterous sounds of the quaint western town had ceased long ago, and given them the solitude to feel inner peace.

Olivia moved in and kissed Fievel, after which he spoke.

"Olivia…. Thanks for coming…. It has made me the happiest mouse that ever lived…."

Olivia giggled slightly and then shook her head. "No, you've made ME the happiest mouse that ever lived…."

…

There was a drawn-out silence, and then Fievel spoke in a more reserved and somber manner. "Well, whenever you need to go, I will pay your way home…. I make quite a bit as a sheriff in town…"

Olivia frowned at first but then returned to a smile when she began to speak. "I… Well…. I think I will stay here for…. for a little bit. You are looking for help, and I…."

As she trailed off, Fievel rubbed her bare shoulder. "What of your father?"

Olivia sighed. That was the hard part, but ultimately, she recognized she needed what she had right now in her life more than anything else. "I can write him, as you did me…. Our home has been stable for a few years now, so it should be ok…."

Fievel nodded and then pecked her cheek. "Well, my home is yours, so long as you want it…."

Olivia collapsed onto him and nuzzled her head into his neck while lovingly holding him. "Forever and always, is the answer to that…."

With that, the two new lovers spent the night contented. Rather than reading their most recent letter received over and over and over again, they now could speak extempore to one another while experiencing the unbridled joy of physical contact.

"…."

#fanfiction #romance #sweet #friendship #an american tail #the great mouse detective #fievel mousekewitz #olivia flaversham #crossover #true love #long distance relationship #western #first date #first love #first time #soulmates

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wavehq · 2 years ago

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suzanne "cissie" king jones ( dc comics ), connie taylor ( texas chainsaw ), claire redfield ( resident evil ), beth harmon ( queen's gambit ), and jordan parrish ( teen wolf ) are now reopened!

ADMIN DREAM is… sleeping! ——- replies queued at 5am.

#dc rp #resident evil rp #teen wolf rp #multifandom rp #discord rp #appless rp #whq.reopened

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rom-e-o · 10 months ago

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OOOOOH this is delightful! You absolutely knocked this out of the park! I love how you went through and got everyone, and all such different scenarios! Some couples got lucky (get it, guyssss) while others managed to steal some time together before falling asleep.

I love Hela taking this leadership role, and of course harry is a more exuberant drunk, haha. And the vision of the Cratchits huddled together in the closet, Bob making sure his wife is all covered in her coat blanket, is BEYOND adorable. <3

Wolf tending to Bess, making sure that he's near her at all times why she goes through it. ;; And when the snores come out, you KNOW that sleep is good.

Addie and Tom, OW OWWW! Those two deserve some hanky-panty, and we stan them being able to get that mutual midnight snack. And Sol and Nancy too - just hitting bed for some good shenanigans, and saving their necks/backs.

Obsessed with the visual of Jake and Gall falling asleep after a drinking match/challenge, haha. And them holding hands even while asleep? STOPPPPP. ;; AND OOOOH, ELLA? Imagine it dawns on you on New Years? What a time! Scheduling an appointment with Bess might be a good idea, because girl, the writing is on the wall. <3 And the way he dotes on her??? You know Ernie would be a good one. So protective and caring.

Now, as for TeTe and Carl... Let's face it, um, TeTe sets a high standard. Woman is NOT sleeping on the floor, a chair, etc. She gets tipsy, and she goes to find her guest room. Carl notices her moving a little less gracefully than usual, and goes to her side. They walk up to their bedroom after one last toast, and TeTe goes through her entire night routine. Hair up, make-up off, lashes brushed, the works. Carl is right there, and they're both silly and goofy the whole time. They pass out in their spa robes in bed, Carl's hair braided and TeTe with her face mask and tasseled ear plugs. Carl tries to put on her favorite white noise, and ends up playing seagull calls instead. They are too tired/tipsy to care. That'll be fun for the others to wake up to. XD (I also, um, didn't realize the horrible irony of Connie going to a BATHTUB of all places after having all her drinks, and just curling up. It hit me while replying and OUCH. That was a subliminal and...unfortunately fitting choice.)

I just had a vision. New Year's Day. All the Pack couples gather together to celebrate (of course) and welcome the new year! There is also food, champagne, wine, games...etc. Morning comes. So, of our couples, how do we see them waking up/feeling? Are some hungover, while others are passed out from exhaustion in a guestroom from just dancing? Did someone stay awake the whole night to make sure NOBODY acted a fool with all the booze? Spoiler, Connie drinks and is absolutely is a sleepy-drunk, so she is curled up somewhere. Probably in a bathtub, like a little kitten. And she'd definitely wearing Adonis' tie. As for him, I picture him sleeping outside the tub, 'guarding it'. Perhaps he could carry her to bed, but he's quite tipsy himself. ^^;

Ooh, this is so fun and I had to think about it for a while.

Right off the bat, I see Hela being... the designated supervisor. She doesn't give me vibes she cares for drinking all that much. Maybe one glass of wine or a little champagne, maybe gets a light little buzz going, but that's about it. Bess might also help her out since she is such a lightweight and doesn't care to get drunk a lot. But considering the time of year and the fact she's surrounded by friends and loved ones, she probably feels safe enough to get particularly buzzed if not drunk.

So with that said:

Hela makes sure Harry gets to bed, especially if they're hosting or their families are. Harry is a very happy and lively drunk with a tendency to get himself hurt or into predicaments. But if you can get him snuggled under blankets and his head on a pillow, he konks out. He doesn't have as much of a headache as Hela made sure he also drank plenty of water through the night.

The Cratchits have years of experience being able to fall asleep in very odd places and positions because of all the late nights with their kids. They definitely ended up in a coat closet somewhere to do some necking (where do you think the Wolves got the idea from) and fell asleep in there, Bob sitting upright against the wall with Ethel leaning on his shoulder. Bob, ever the gentleman, probably pulled down a coat and covered her with it before drifting off. Raging hangovers for these two, as it was a night away from the kids and the perfect opportunity to cut loose. Ethel can hold her liquor, I tell you what! Bob is much more of a lightweight.

The Wolves are curled up on a couch somewhere together. They definitely started out in that position because Wolf was comforting Bess as she cried. After all, a drunk Bess is a weepy Bess. Naturally, they both just drifted off snuggled together, Bess asleep on Wolf's chest with his arms around her. Whatever room they're sleeping in is echoing with snores. Bess is definitely waking up with a hangover. Wolf probably didn't drink enough to get very inebriated as to let Bess have a night with him watching over her, so he's fine.

Addie and Tom are asleep in the pantry. Drunk Addie gets frisky and brazen about it, and drunk Tom is incredibly suggestive. She likely whispered a secret, food-associated desire and he took her up on the offer without hesitation. The kitchen doesn't lock, but the pantry does. They're definitely waking up tangled together, naked between tablecloths. Minor to mid hangovers for them.

Gal and Jake passed out at the table while partaking in a drinking competition with each other. They can go toe-to-toe on this; we don't know who won. Definite hangover and probably cricks in the neck and back from their positioning. Adorably enough though, their hands did find each other during their slumber.

Solomon and Nancy ended up back in bed. Most likely for some fun, drunken shenanigans. They'll wake up to morning cuddles. Like Addie and Tom, only minor hangovers here.

Ella and Ernie ended up in their room as well, probably because Ella got sick early on. Ernie tucked her into bed and didn't leave her side. Ella will wake up in the morning to find him sitting beside her in bed, not under the covers, still dressed, asleep. He stayed up watching over her until he finally let slumber overtake him. No hangovers here, but there will be some more rolling tummy for Ella. Hmm. That's odd. Wasn't Ethel like this whenever she was in the early stages of pregnancy? Maybe Ella should schedule something with Bess, just in case. The doctors told them it was unlikely they'd ever successfully conceive, but clearly, doctors don't know everything, as Bess and Wolf have so clearly demonstrated with their growing family.

Now I gotta ask: What about TeTe and Carl?

#scroogeverse

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thekinkyleopard · 2 years ago

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Souvenir

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Fic

Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Contagion risk, Sneeze Fet & Smut

Author’s Notes: Geezie is always throwing really good prompt ideas at me and despite my responsibility to 5000 other drafts I have in the making, I take them. Cause I love her. This prompt was written by @coldshare with a smutty twist 😈 Enjoy! @aller-geez did the cover art and owns Remi and Meeko!

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Levi and Remi walked into the atrium of the mall, standing calmly next to the running fountain. Remi, anxiously searching around for their sisters that were supposed to be with them here shortly. Levi on the other hand cursing himself inwardly as he was realizing, something was quite wrong. His nose was unusually prickly, itchy. His head felt hot, and his body felt cold. Remi glanced over at Levi, noticing he wasn't acting quite like his usual self. The cat was quiet, a bit reserved, and kept rubbing his sleeve against his nose, it was starting to get noticeably red. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

Levi pulled away from his touch swiftly, if there was one person he didn't need knowing he was sick, it was definitely Remi. "I'm fine," he muttered clearing his throat suddenly to flash the wolf a convincing grin amongst his flushed face, though he knew that wasn't entirely true. He could feel the effects of his heat starting to take hold, and he didn't want to ruin this lovely outing they had planned with their sisters.

But Remi wasn't convinced. "You don't look fine," he replied, concern etched on his face. "Maybe we should find somewhere to sit down? Do you need some water maybe?"

Levi nodded reluctantly, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the mall. Together, they made their way to a nearby bench, and Levi collapsed onto it, his body feeling weaker by the second.

Remi knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his arm. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice gentle and soothing.

Levi considered just flat out telling him, but he couldn't because as soon as he went to open his mouth, Meeko and Connie walked up with cheerful faces and brightly lit up eyes.

"Rem! Lee!" the ginger haired girl bounced up to them wrapping her arms around the back of Remi's waist, squeezing him softly. "Im sooo excited we get to spend the day together!" pulling away now and looking over in Levi's direction, noticing him at a much lower decibel than she was used to.

"Hey is everything okay?" she asked gently, her eyes now filled with cautious concern as she looked him over. Levi tried to force a smile but it came out weak and unconvincing. "I'm just feeling a little under the weather," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Meeko's expression softened with empathy. "Oh no, Lee, you should have told us. We could have rescheduled our outing for another day."

Remi chimed in, "Yeah, we could have gone to the movies instead. It's not worth it for you to push through your sickness and ruin the day for yourself."

Levi shook his head. He didn't want to disappoint his sisters or ruin their plans. "It's fine, really. I'll be okay."

But as soon as Levi tried to stand up, his legs wobbled and he felt lightheaded. He clutched onto the bench for support.

Meeko and Connie immediately rushed to his side, helping him sit back down. "We need to get you some help," Meeko insisted. Levi's own sister looking at him with studious look, she'd never gotten to see her brother sick before. She couldn't definitively be sure it was a virus or if he just maybe ate something bad.

Levi shook his head, gathering himself and taking a deep breath, despite the burning ache in his body, and the growing itch in his throat, he was not going to cancel. He would be damned. He stood up now, much more confident, and with a better resolve this time. "Seriously guys, I'm fine...let's just get to browsing! There's lots of shops I want to hit up,"

The sisters looked at each other, before turning to Remi for confirmation. He smiled and gave a small nod. "I think it's alright, as long as Levi is sure he can make it." With that, the four of them decided to put the whole incident aside and continue on with their plans.

The group made their way through the mall, peeking into various shops they passed by and admiring all sorts of items. Meeko was already picking out clothes she wanted while Connie was looking around for any good deals. As they walked along, Levi tried to keep up with everyone else despite his body feeling heavier than usual. He kept suppressing the urge to sneeze every now and then but he did his best not to show it on his face. They had just stepped into a high-end jewelry store when Levi felt his heat coming on full force. His body was now burning up, and he couldn't stop his nose from twitching. He knew he couldn't keep up the facade much longer. He stumbled slightly, grabbing onto Remi's arm for support.

"Something's wrong," he muttered, his voice strained.

Meeko and Connie turned around, noticing Levi's condition had worsened. The leopard stepped into the space with his boyfriend and leaned his weakened face against the wolf's bicep. "H-h...HiH..." he hicked and stuttered, he could feel it building deep inside his nostrils, the forcible tickle that had been taunting him for the last several minutes, it was coming. Remi immediately knew what was happening. He had heard and seen this before and had prepared himself to handle the situation if it ever arose in such a setting. He wrapped an arm around Levi's waist, pulling him close. "It's okay," he whispered into his ear. "Just let it out."

Levi's body shook as he let out a loud sneeze, "Hh'Etshu!" followed by another "eh-TSHU!" and another "Eh'ehTSHU!". Each one echoed through the store, drawing attention from the other shoppers. Meeko and Connie rushed over to them, trying to help in any way they could. Remi trying to hide the evident blush across his face, arousal imminent towards his sickly mate. Feeling his partner blow into the side of his arm, feeling the leopard's sickly nose rub against his t-shirt fabric, it was so much in such little time, something so innocent to others, but so naughty to him. It took the wolf all his strength to keep it together as a small bead of sweat dripped down the side of his temple.

As Levi's sneezing fit finally came to an end, he looked up at Remi with a sheepish expression. "Sobby," he snuffled, pulling back to rub his sleeve across his slightly dripping nose.

Remi just smiled at him, rubbing his back soothingly. "Don't be sorry...you sure you don't want to go home and lay down?" He asked hopeful the man would say yes but the leopard simply shook his head.

"No, serioudly, I'b okay," his heated face looking up at the wolf with such sincerity it almost broke his heart to even try to argue with him. He knew how much time with their sisters meant to him, so he wouldn't push it. No matter how desperately he wanted to get his cat back home and under some real care.

With that, the group quickly exited the store, walking back through the mall as Meeko chatted on and on about the different things she'd seen around them mall. It was almost enough of a distraction, as Levi found himself still suffering with residual tickles. God he just wanted this to end, his nose dripping more as the build increased, the cat desperately rubbing at his nose. Remi sliding his gaze through the side to capture the struggling man, cheeks raising in heat as he witnessed his adorable mate suffer.

Levi's face contorted as he tried to hold back another making its way through his sinuses. But it was no use. His body shook as he let out another soft, wet sneeze. "T'cHiEw!!" he blew, his nose now fully congested and leaking. He sniffled, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand, but it only made it worse. He could feel his nose getting itchier by the second.

Remi's eyes were fixed on Levi's every move, watching him struggle. A part of him was worried about his partner's health, but another part of him couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the sight of his leopard sneezing and sniffling while they walked together so casually in public like this. He tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing on helping Levi instead.

His fingers squeezed around the leopard’s hand reassuring him that he was still right there for him, and that they could go home at any moment he wanted. Levi responded with a softer squeeze, the wolf knowing that this was nothing more than another. 'Im fine' response.

"Bless you!" Meeko looked over at Levi suddenly, with a tender smile. "You sure are having a rough one today, Lee," feeling terrible for her brother in law.

Levi's face turned even redder at his sister's comment. He knew they were all worried about him, but he didn't want to ruin their day any further. "I'll be okay," he assured her, trying to sound convincing.

But he couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort in his body. His head was pounding, his throat was sore, and his nose was running like a faucet. He sneezed again, to the side this time, "Eh'ehTSHU!!", another one followed by a wet sniffle. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that he was sick.

"Okay, let's at least get the kid some tissues, he's really going off over here," Remi chuckled sheepishly, still fighting off the terribly insistent urge to drag his partner into a nearby bathroom stall and fuck the virus out of his mate's fragile body. No, he had to be sane, stable, selfless. The group stopped at a nearby kiosk, looking over the different items before the wolf scouted a travel size pack of tissues. Levi gratefully took the tissues, immediately blowing his nose into them while Remi took the time to pay. He could feel his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back the sneezes that kept bubbling up within him. His nose was running uncontrollably now, and he blew it again and again, the wet sound echoing in the quiet space.

Remi leaned in close, his lips brushing against Levi's ear. "Do you want to go home now, love?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

Levi shook his head, not wanting to disappoint the rest of the group. But as soon as they started walking again, he felt another sneeze coming on. This one was more powerful than the others. He could feel it building up deep inside him, growing stronger and more insistent with each passing moment.

He tried to hold it back, but it was no use. He sneezed, his whole body shaking with the force of it. "Ehh'TSHU!" soaking through the tiny tissue, forcing him to pull out yet another to dab and wipe his poor sopping nose.

His eyes watered, and he could feel his face getting hotter as he sneezed again and again, each one harder and more wet than the last. "Hhh'TCHU! Eh'TSHU! H'TSHU!"

Remi's grip on his waist returned and tightened, holding him up as his body shook with every sneeze. Meeko and Connie looked at him with concern, but he could see the amusement in their eyes too. It was embarrassing, but he couldn't help it.

Finally, the sneezing fit came to an end. Levi was panting, his nose completely stuffed up and dripping. "S-so S-sobby guyd.." he whimpered weakly, pulling tissue after tissue out of the pack to try and keep up with the spraying, wet messes his body made.

Despite their concerns and their apprehension to even be around the fitting leopard, they continued to walk through the mall. Levi soaking each tissue through the pack as they continued to wonder. Eventually he found himself on his last, sighing with disappointment that he had already gone through so many. All he had left was what he started with, his rough sleeve or his already germed up hand. None the less, he hated having a wet face and he couldn't walk around looking like an unkempt toddler.

Meeko went back to gabbing on about different topics, trying to keep the momentum alive. "You know, Annie's cinnamon pretzel is actually the best one they have, it's the perfect combination of sweet and salty!" giggling as she wondered aimlessly along side her family.

"I don't know, I'd rather get pizza than a pretzel, no matter the ratio..." the wolf grumbled loosely, still fighting his own demons beside his sickly boyfriend. As Levi was struggling with a much more painful tickle that he had previously, Meeko spotted a rather large photo booth. She grabbed both Connie and Remi by the wrist. "Oh my gosh you guys! We HAVE to go take a photo!" looking back at the group who could only return Meeko's excitement with apprehensive groans and side eyes.

"Oh you insecure lot, you! Stop that! Photos are good memories," The ginger girl giggled dragging her family over, Remi having a tight grip still on his sickly cat. As they approached the large machine, the cat felt his nerves rising to the surface. Oh no. They weren't really going to make him take a photo looking like this, right?!

Levi tried to back out, but Meeko was having none of it. She shoved him into the booth, already selecting the background and props. "Come on, sneezy boy, we need a good family photo!" she teased, holding up a pair of kitten ears for him to wear.

Levi groaned, feeling ridiculous. He was sick, his nose was running as well as terribly red, and he looked like a mess. He didn't want to take a photo like this. The four of them cramped up inside this thing, Levi mushed up in between Remi and Connie, Meeko on the other side of Connie. Before he could protest any further, he watched as the timer on the screen started, it was too late. The best he could do now was try his absolute best to hold in the earth shattering sneeze that was desperate to burst out of him. His small frame trembled, as he stared blankly ahead, almost in a trance as he tried his ever best to keep it in. "H-h.." he started, after the first flash of their photos, oh god...

During the timing of the second Levi took his opportunity to quickly rub his nose in circles, a small light clicking sound echoing the space. Remi's breath hitched and he did his best to pose with a stoic smile, lifeless eyes. Being in such a small space with his little ticking time bomb was almost proving too much to handle. 'Think of sad things....think of gross things....anything....just don't draw any attention to it..' his mind racing to keep his lust at bay.

The leopard quickly pulled his arm down, but the stinging flash of the second photo was proving only to make things ten times worse. Between photos he continued to rub and wipe his consistently wet nostrils, only breaking away long enough to be caught in a hazy gaze by the time the pictures were taken. Four had gone, by and the increase of pressure inside his sinuses only grew exponentially. It was coming out whether he liked it or not. However, he just prayed he could get through this last photo. As the count down started, Levi's breath hitched in his throat, 'Oh please no...' he panicked inwardly.

The symptoms continued, 2...Levi's eyes squinted and his eyebrows raised, 3...his nostrils flared and the leopard started to turn his head to the side. It was no use. The cat pushed forward, his small hands unable to cover his face in time as his nose exploded, a loud, wet, SPLOT sound echoing in the space as he sniffled and shuddered in his seat. FLASH. "Hah- hah- hhAHH - hhd-HAHH'TSCCHhiIIEWW!! HDDT'KTTSCHIiew! hehh... hehh - hEHh - HIIIH'TTTSCHHIIIEEEW!" small particles of sickly salivia floated in the space around them while the pictures slowly developed for printing.

The photo was taken and Levi was left mortified as he rubbed pathetically at his nose. Remi was left wide eyed and with a racing heart rate, his gaze now stuck on the leopard as his cheeks heated up. "J-Jesus..." he whispered in to the awkward silence. Connie and Meeko couldn't help but let out small bursts of nervous laughter.

"Whoa!" the ginger haired girl exclaimed with a breathless chuckle. "I wonder if we caught that on the photo…” pulling the roll out now to hold it back and take a good long look.

"Oh, wow...babe...it's like a live action, slow reenactment," the wolf teased, trying to mask his desire to snatch the photo roll up and run at lightening speed to have some alone time with it. He cleared his throat, as the girls let out a chorus of giggle fits. Levi could feel his own face turning red, partly from embarrassment and partly from the aftermath of the sneezing fit. He knew he looked like a mess, with his nose still dripping and his eyes watery, and he couldn't help but be self-conscious about it. He lifted the edge of his already wet sleeve back to his nose, trying to wipe himself clean, but it was a hopeless task.

As they stepped out of the photo booth, Levi tried to avoid looking at the photos. He didn't want to see himself in that state, and he didn't want anyone else to either. But as Meeko handed him the printout, he had no choice but to glance at it.

The first photo was fine, just the four of them posing with silly props. But the second one...Levi cringed as he saw himself with his hand over his nose, clearly hadn't timed that out too perfectly. And then there was the third one, where he looked absolutely spaced out, slack jawed and hopeless. However the fourth one....oh god the fourth one was his worst nightmare. His face was in full sneeze, you could see particles flying towards the camera, and the genuine reactions of all attending parties was enough to send him to the grave. Remi looked pale, like he had seen a ghost, bright emeralds widened in shock, the only sign of life and color being the bright vermillion blush splashed across his cheeks. Meeko looked surprised, her gaze not at the camera but at her brother in law losing it and slightly horrified, While Connie was totally oblivious and holding up a casual peace sign.

Levi's heart sank as he realized how terrible he looked in the photo. He crumpled it up and handed it back to Meeko. "I don't want this," he muttered, feeling a lump form in his throat. He was already self-conscious about his appearance, and now he had to deal with this embarrassing photo.

Remi noticed Levi's discomfort and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hey...I think you look absolutely adorable in those photos.." trying to bring some sort of reassurance and confidence back to his sickly boyfriend.

Levi looked up at Remi, surprised by his words. "Really?" he asked, his voice small and uncertain.

Remi nodded, a gentle smile on his lips. "Really," he said, his hand still resting on Levi's shoulder. "You always look adorable to me, no matter what."

Levi felt his heart swell with warmth at Remi's words. He looked at the crumpled photo in Meeko's hand and then back at Remi. "Okay," he said, nodding. "I'll keep it then."

Meeko grinned. "I knew you'd come around," she said, handing the photo back to Levi. "It's a good memory, even if it's a little embarrassing."

Levi nodded, doing his best to straight it back out before tucking the photo into his pocket. As they walked out towards the exit, still giggling and teasing each other, Levi felt grateful for the support of his family and the love of his boyfriend. Even on days when he really should have just stayed home.

Later That Night

Levi was snuggled up in the bed he shared with his lover Remi, finally fighting off the terrible virus he had for surely come down with. He breathed softly through his open mouth, nose too stuffed up to consider breathing through it. Remi, sitting in the chair across from him, found himself finally alone. His mate had only been asleep for roughly 10 minutes, but it was a sure sign he would more than likely stay asleep, which was good, the wolf needed 'me time'. What better way to accomplish that with a new addition of content in his possession. He pulled out the photo roll from earlier that day, his thumb dancing across the stills of his suffering mate. "So beautiful..." he whispered to himself, flashing those emerald eyes up at the sleeping cat to make sure he wouldn't stir.

He continued to hold the photo at a decent level, really scanning and studying the finer details of his mate's previous fits. Gazing upon that little red tipped nose, those glassy cerulean eyes, adorned with silly but very sexy cat ears…it was feeling too much. That familiar heat from previously, returned back into the pit of his stomach. This time, with a plan in place to take care of it. His thumb slowly slid to the hem of his sweatpants, just barely teasing them downward before they snapped back up into place. He stared at the photo for a moment more, before bringing his hand down to his crotch, touching himself through the fabric. His brain had been in overdrive for quite a while now, his thoughts only on his lover and how his body could be used to please him. It was now the perfect time to do something about it.

Levi was a deep sleeper, which was a good thing, since he didn't stir as Remi cautiously pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his engorged member to the cool air. The wolf's hand quickly found its way to the tip of his dick, then began to slowly work it down from the base, keeping his eyes locked on the pictures and his mind on his goal. In small steps, he found a gentle pattern that suited him, he was just starting to hit his stride, when Levi's nose gave a small sneeze. “T-shu!”

Remi paused, suddenly a little alarmed. "Shh shh sh..." he gasped into the open air while slowly pumping his needy shaft to relish in the surprise treat he was just blessed with, allowing it to fuel him.

The cat let out a slight grunt as he shifted in the bed, his nose still clogged up.

"Shh babe, you'll wake up..." Remi whispered, still working away with his own hand. He was getting close now, mere seconds away from a nice, mind numbing orgasm. He could feel the warmth of it building, but just as he was about to let it out, his mate let out another sneeze, followed by a soft groan.

"Hts'chiew! Whu?" Levi mumbled, his eyelids fluttering gently.

Remi froze, not wanting to alert him, but....shit, that really added some ambience to the situation. He sucked in a sharp gasp, pausing as his cock throbbed for the continued pleasure. Remi wasn't a huge fan of edging, but he also didn't want to explain himself to the leopard should those ceruleans peek back open. His gaze returning to his favorite shot on the whole roll, Levi blowing his face wide open. He grunted through a clenched jaw, his hand moving slowly again, not certain Levi was asleep again, or if he wasnt silently watching him, almost praying for the latter.

The cat was definitely in a deep sleep now, and Remi knew he had a chance to finally climax as he added a few new things into his delicate ritual, sucking in a soft gasp as he heard his mate let out another yawn.

Levi shifted in the bed, his nose still slightly clogged up. "Hmm...?" he murmured, his eyes fluttering open. "Rem?" he asked, hands searching around for comfort, realizing he wasn't in bed with the wolf, but by himself.

"Hm?!" Remi gasped into the air, his left hand firmly wrapped around his pulsing shaft, his right gripped tightly to the photographic roll, his fingers still twitching from the sudden break as they held tightly to it.

"Remi?" Levi repeated, sitting up in the bed. "What are you doing?" rubbing his tired blue eyes, trying his best to adjust to the darkness surrounding them.

Remi glanced down, realizing he was now fully exposed, but still unable to move. "Wh-what are you doing?" he asked trying to redirect the conversation, in hopes that Levi's sight hadn't adjusted enough to see him here with his hand on his cock.

Levi looked around the room, his vision still adjusting to the darkness but finally narrowing in on his mate across the room. "I...I was asleep, and then I woke up and you...you were masturbating?" the leopard's voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

Remi let out a soft sigh, realizing he wasn't going to be able to get out of this, no matter how hard he tried. "I-I...I was just..."

Levi swallowed, though still trembling and suffering with a terrible virus, his body flushed with a sudden jolt of arousal. His wolf was pleasing himself? Right across from him?

"Babe..." Remi started as the leopard's eyes shot up now adjusting fully, waiting for him to continue trying not to make it to obvious that he was definitely ogling over Remi's thick hardened shaft. "You are so gorgeous..." the raven haired man spoke softly, working away at his cock once more catching the other's gaze, his eyes not leaving his mate. "I mean...that picture.." his voice was raspy and breathy, unable to finish the thought.

The leopard's heart fluttered in his chest, his nipples instantly hardened under his pajama top. The picture. The one in his hand. He'd been hating it all day and now Remi was saying...oh god. "Remi.." He gasped out, a nervous shiver suddenly going down his spine. Remi...was hard...because of him? Because he looked at him in that picture?

"God I love hearing you say my name..." he let out a rough exhale of air as his body began to relax again, his emerald greens gazing over Levi's soft features in the moonlight. The cat felt compelled to join... he wanted to help still, despite how terrible he felt. Never breaking their gaze, Levi slowly slid himself out of the bed and carried his body over to the man, immediately falling to his knees in front of him. "B-Baby?" the wolf questioned curiously as his hand never ceased to rub at his aching length.

Levi shuddered in anticipation, his glassy blue eyes still watching the hand on his mate's swollen, throbbing erection. "Neither of us are feeling well...and neither of us can move much...so this is something we'll both enjoy."

Remi gulped hard and he was almost certain he stopped breathing completely. "F-Fuck...you're so good to me.." he whispered with a shaky breath, his picture grasping hand suddenly falling to the side.

The leopard leaned forward, his face now less than an inch away from Remi's twitching cock. "Shh...just relax..." he whispered, his gentle, warm breath brushing Remi's sensitive flesh in a way that made the wolf shiver deeply.

Levi felt like an animal with a taste of blood in his mouth now, he couldn't stop himself as he slowly leaned forward, his eyes locked on that twitching tip begging for his attention. He inched his tongue out, slipping it between his lips. Doing his best to ignore the sudden sting behind his nose. He wouldn't allow his cold to ruin pleasing his partner, that's for sure.

Remi stared with lidded eyes, unable to believe what was happening now. His mate. On his knees. Right in front of him. His tongue licking over his cock. He was utterly speechless as he watched Levi's mouth take in his throbbing, aching dick. He couldn't help himself, his hands flew to the top of the leopard's head, running through his soft hair, fingers twining in it as he let out soft whimpering sounds, his hips thrusting forward gently.

It was a slow process, Levi's tongue lapping at Remi's cock with a gentle rhythm, his saliva dripping as he licked the length of it, unable to take it all in. The wolf gripped Levi's hair tightly, letting out small moans of pleasure.

Levi parted his lips and took the taut head of his lover into his mouth, his tongue rubbing against it as he sucked on the engorged flesh, his eyes staring up at his lover's face twisted in pleasure. It was almost enough of a distraction, but soon the leopard found himself quickly pulling his mouth off Remi's cock, with the forceful urge taking over his entire face, he sneezed. Hard. "H'ehTSHU!!"

Remi's eyes shot wide as he felt a hot spray of droplets explode against his cock, he could feel the heat of it in his mouth, a few of the droplets reaching his chest and he couldn't help but to let out a lustful groan, pulling Levi closer by his hair, his mate’s sore leaking nose rubbing against his twitching length. "You...have no idea...how hot that was.." he said through gritted teeth, his own hand now reaching down to grasp his swelling shaft and slapping it aggressively over Levi's flushed cheeks with an echoing smacking sound.

Levi looked up at Remi with a gentle moan as he melted into the wolf’s actions, his watering eyes now slid up to make contact. "I...I'm sorry..." he sniffled softly, wiping his nose with his sleeve as he looked embarrassed.

"Don't be," the wolf whispered hotly into the air, dragging the leopard's mouth back over to his cock.

Levi couldn't help but blush in pleasure, his wolf being so forceful, and coming undone at the seams over his silly little cold, it was enough to get the little leopard hungry for more. Before he could think, he'd taken Remi's cock back into his mouth, his tongue twirling around the sensitive head slowly, moving the loose skin up and down as he sucked and licked.

Remi let loose a shaky gasp, his bent legs starting to tremble. "Oh fuck...baby...god that mouth..." he said with a raspy voice, thrusting his hips forward sporadically. "I-I-I'm so close.." he whispered, his body tensing as he came closer to climax.

The leopard pulled off Remi's cock again, his tongue twirling around it as he flattened it against Remi's shaft, using his saliva to help him move faster, the tip of his tongue rubbing against the sensitive ridge under the head, whimpering each time he hit the bundle of nerves.

"Oh fuck...yeah.." Remi moaned out, gasping as he used his free hand to stroke Levi's cheek softly. His body was shaking with a need that was begging to be fulfilled. "L-Levi...I-I'm close..." he said, his body trembling with desire as he felt the pressure building up in his balls. The tip of his erection pulsing and throbbing as his need to cum increased.

Levi's ears twitched when he heard the familiar sounds of his lover's lustful noises. He whimpered in response, his tongue moving faster against the head of Remi's cock, his eyes widening in sudden realization, a sneeze coming on. He was determined to hold it in, just long enough....maybe?

"Huh?!" Remi let out a sudden cry of surprise as he felt Levi pull from his cock, continuing to use his hand to pump and stroke the swollen length. However, he wasn't going to be able to hold back the inevitable as the leopard's face twisted and scrunched, he held in a deep breath, but it was no use. His eyes pooling over and his nostrils bringing that damn sting forward to the surface, he blew across Remi's cock once more but at this same moment, the wolf could tell his mate was going to do this. In that time of the cat struggling to keep it all at bay, it was only bringing him closer to the edge.

At the same moment Levi let out a loud, room echoing sneeze "EH-TSHU!" Spraying a mess of saliva across the wolf's groin, Remi too, let loose and a ribbon of cum splashed it's way across the little cat's stuffy and reddened features.

"SHIT..." he said with a forceful gasp, his whole body lurched forward as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, his vision black with little stars. Levi left stunned by the sudden mess that decorated his face sitting back, frozen in place. “Sorry…” Remi cleared his throat nervously, grabbing a tshirt off the ground and immediately helping Levi clean his dirty face.

“D-did you like that?” The smaller bit his lower lip, still gazing up at his boyfriend with those innocent blue orbs.

“Absolutely, fuck…probably the best blowjob ever,” he chuckled breathlessly before trying to peel himself up off the chair. “You go back to bed okay? I’ll join you in a second, I just gotta clean up,” he said sweetly, extending a hand out to help his mate get back on his feet. Taking the helping hand, the leopard yawned loudly, the feeling of exhaustion washing over him once more.

“Okay don’t be too long though…” he said, hesitant to let go of the wolf’s hand.

“Promise,” nodding his head in a matter-of-factly type of way, he kissed the sickly man on his head and quickly made his way to the restroom, making quick work of the clean up so he could return to his incapacitated, but still very naughty kitten.

The end.

Author’s Notes: Toot Toot 🚂 All aboard the Sneezy Express! Hope you guys enjoyed 🫶🏻🥰

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