#he just told you he had a new mate and kit

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

If I had to rewrite Changing Skies:

Tawnypelt

The Clans are going to fight the humans.

Tigerstar is too busy leading and keeping everyone calm, so he sends Tawnypelt and whatever friends she wants to go on a mission to find out how they can stop the Twolegs.

Tawnypelt doesn't really WANT to, but does it because she wants her son to know she trusts his judgment.

She brings along Crowfeather (let me cook) and Brambleclaw. (LET ME COOK)

First major event is Crowfeather dying. He gets a terrible wound on his back leg from doing something Tawnypelt TOLD HIM NOT TO, and the infection kills him.

Tawny and Bramble are on their own now, and tensions are high. Not only that, but they have NO CLUE what to do, and the Twolegs are getting closer every day...

The only clue they have is with a strange kittypet named Rufus, wearing a strange bulky collar.

Tawnypelt is getting angry, and tired with Brambleclaw. He isn't the brother she thought he was, and their relationship has been fractured since the reveal that he trained in The Dark Forest. Sure, she supported him during TBC, but that ended up not being HIM and it was a terrible mistake to make...

It's his insistence that she listen to him, that he "prove himself", that he is the choice-maker and... Tawny's had enough.

"Brambleclaw, you're older than most cats around the lake, for Starclan's sake, GROW UP ALREADY!"

He leaves, insisting that he knows what is best, and she'll feel so sorry once he's right! No one ever believes in him, just because of his father!

She finds his body the next day. Rufus helps her bury him, but there isn't time to dwell, she needs to keep going. Rufus keeps walking up to humans wearing sleek white pelts that hild little flashing boxes up to Tawnypelt, he keeps saying it's fine but the way he lets them PICK him UP is going to give her a heart attack!

Kids these days. (Affectionate. Bewildered. 3 seconds from signing adoption papers.)

Leafstar

Leafstar is suffering from depression, and notices that her sight is starting to dim.

Fidgetflake tells her that she is developing cataracts, and Leafstar just takes it as "one more thing to happen to me". Her mate has died, her daughter Stormheart was killed in the horrific war against Splashstar and Berrystar that she herself barely made it out of with her last life... Her children have grown and have kits of their own, they don't need her anymore, cats don't want to talk with her...

She's completely lost her spark, and finds no joy in anything. She's not only losing her vision in a physical sense, but she's lost her 'vision' for Skyclan.

She also needs to hold the election for a new deputy, as Skyclan does things differently, and Hawkwing has been killed by a polluted stream.

The candidates are: Violetshine (who now has trained Beetlepaw instead of Reedclaw), Macgyver, and Rileypool (death swapped with Sagenose and mentored Kitescratch).

Violetshine is selected, and immediately some cats are calling for her to be made leader instead. A vote goes through, but not enough cats vote in the theoretical Violetstar's favour. (She doesn't mind!)

Leafstar is distraught when the construction comes Skyclan's way, poisoning their main stream and leading MANY cats to sickness, including her sweet granddaughter Wrenflight, born of Harrybrook and Bellaleaf.

The others Clans have less sympathy. Skyclan is using kittyp-er Daylight Warriors, they'll be fine if they just go back inside their homes. Maybe Starclan's angry that they're taking resources.

She slams her paw down onto the Moonpool's thin frozen surface, it cracks beneath her paw, the cold water spreading its horrible chill, ignored as Leafstar snarls at Starclan.

"Answer my pleas, stop punishing me, or my Clan, or I am taking us back to The Gorge, Other Clans be damned. Help us, or you will prove to me that you truly are a bunch of useless dead cats parading around with sparkling fur and empty promises!"

A ghostly figure appears, just for a moment, whispering to her.

"You may not have sight any longer, and I know all hope seems lost, Leafstar, but brighter times are coming. Do Not Let The Moon Fall."

Moonpaw

Since the writers wanna be awful about Sunbeam, I'm going to one-up them and do this pre-emptively.

Nightheart brought Sunbeam to Riverclan. He wasn't made Leader or Deputy, no, that was given to Icewing and Minnowtail.

Sunbeam, tragically, passed in childbirth soon after she got pregnant by accident... She left Nightheart with a single kitten, a tiny tortoiseshell tabby molly with a white chest, and wide blue and yellow eyes.

Nightheart, still stubborn about names and meaning and holding a grudge against his mother for not providing him with the Orange Gene, names his daughter Moonkit, determined to constantly remind her how she Doesn't Have To Be Like Sunbeam. She has quite a few friends, some in different Clans!

Moonpaw is apprenticed to Flame. An ex-Kin member that joined Riverclan during WCR!AVOS who Nightheart hates with a passion. Guess why.

Moonpaw is a good kid, but her relationship with her father is strained beyond belief. She wishes he would stop... Acting like this. Like he's the only cat to have ever suffered, stop arguing with her sweet mentor over the pettiest thing, stop comparing her to her mother in the most backwards way he can by trying to push her to somehow be the opposite of a cat she's never met...

She is good friends with Frostfeather and Whistlemoon, especially Whistlemoon, for obvious reasons. Moon buddies!

Moonpaw is dared by an older apprentice, Rapidpaw, to "go spend a night at the Moonpool when it's a new moon with all the ghosts!"

She's scared, not of the dark but if her dad finds out. "Sunbeam LOVED breaking rules!" He would always say, "But you can be good and do what YOU want. Just because your mother liked to stand out, doesn't mean you always have to! You can be special in your way!" She always saw Frostfeather glaring when he said that...

"Rule breaker." Frostfeather would scoff. "Didn't know her at all..."

Anyways, aside from a fright from a possum, she makes her way to the Moonpool with ease.

Too much ease.

She walks around, stepping into the pawprints on the ground, and batting a little plant that's growing at the entrance.

Not scary!

She walks into the main chamber, eyes sparkling and growing bigger as she lays eyes on the Moonpool for the first time.

It's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.

In awe, Moonpaw slowly steps up to it, looking at her own reflection in the sparkling, crystal water, she pokes a paw in.

The gentle ripples lap at the edges, and Moonpaw swears she can hear a soft whispering.

Immediately though, she is bombarded with noise, giggling kittens, cats chatting with one another, and a soft warning.

"Careful, don't fall in!"

Moonpaw looks around for that voice, softer than any others, yet more clear. She stares into the crystal clear, sparkling water of the Moonpool, deeper, deeper, and deeper, drawing her in and making her more calm than she's ever felt...

She falls into the Moonpool.

[xjustakay]

(10/6) prompt: pumpkin — 993 words (jegulus dads + harry; family pumpkin carving silliness) @jegulus-microfic

“Papa?” Harry’s head pops up above the overly large pumpkin in front of him as he shifts onto his knees.

Naturally, he picked one of the biggest in the patch they had taken him to. James had to carry it up on his shoulder when they left; it’s half the five year old’s height when Harry stands up. They’ve got their work cut out for them in hollowing the thing out and carving it, but as usual, neither Regulus or James could say no when Harry asked so sweetly.

“Yes, my darling?” Regulus replies, stretching his legs out where he sits on a patio chair.

James is responsible for the pumpkin insides, Regulus isn’t handling all that mess. He’ll help with the carving itself, but the gutting is all his husband. There’s a growing pile of seeds and strands on the laid out newspaper on their back patio as Harry and James continue to dig in with bare hands and scoop more out. Harry stands and throws down a fistful with a sticky slap, Regulus’ nose wrinkling faintly before green eyes land on him again.

“Can we watch the Jack and Sally movie after dinner tonight?” Harry requests.

“Again, mate?” James chuckles. “We watched that one two nights ago.”

“Well, I like that movie,” Harry huffs, almost going to put his hands on his hips before he halts, finding a seed stuck to his palm.

He flails his arm wildly, trying to shake it off. Laughing again, James catches their son carefully by the wrist and plucks it off for him, a polite ‘thank you, daddy’ leaving Harry’s mouth afterward. Fondness blooms warmly in Regulus’ chest, in the unstoppable smile his lips curl into. James looks over at where he sits, a mirrored look of loving pride on his handsome face.

“We can watch whatever you like, sweetheart,” Regulus assures.

“I want my pumpkin to look like Jack, too,” Harry says, nodding.

“We have the stencil kit for it, remember? He’ll be perfect,” James tells him, head inclining Regulus’ way. “Papa will make sure of it.”

“I’ll certainly do my best.”

“And what do we do with all this stuff?” Harry thrusts an arm down at the pile of pumpkin insides, a scrunched look on his face.

“Some people make different foods with it, but we’ll just throw it away,” Regulus explains.

“Yeah, because we can’t eat pumpkin seeds. Got to be careful with those,” James adds with a mischievous grin.

Regulus rolls his eyes despite the smile remaining on his face. Oh, here we go.

“Why?” Harry questions.

“Because if you eat pumpkin seeds, then a pumpkin will grow in your belly.” James reaches out to grab Harry around the middle, dirtying his shirt with sticky hands when he tickles at his sides.

Harry lets out a squealed string of giggles as he squirms away from the playful attack. Once he’s caught his breath and put a little distance between himself and the threat of his father’s wiggling fingers, it obviously dawns on him what he’s just been told. A look of horror crosses the little boy’s face as it sinks in fully.

“Wait, what?” Harry whips toward Regulus, looking to him to confirm this worrying news.

Regulus huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “He’s joking, my darling. Don’t worry.”

“Am I?” James challenges.

He merely smirks when Regulus fixes him with a pointed stare.

“Watch, I’ll show you.” Regulus pushes up from his chair to cross the patio.

He stops at the edge of the newspapers and bends to pick up a pumpkin seed that’s not buried in strands so he doesn’t have to get his hand too dirty. James leans back on his own hands, watching him amusedly as Regulus pops the seed into his mouth. His husband is well aware of his lack of liking for most things pumpkin, as food goes. James looks far too satisfied with himself as Regulus chews slowly.

Harry gasps, bolting toward where Regulus stands and pressing both hands against his stomach. So much for staying cleaner than the two of them. Regulus should have known it was unavoidable.

“Are you okay, Papa?” Harry asks, blinking wide eyes up at him.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine,” Regulus answers, making it a point to cut a sideways look at James where he fails to stifle his laughter. The asshole. “Daddy was just playing with you.”

“Are you sure?” Harry pushes a little harder at Regulus’ stomach until Regulus lays his much larger hands over his.

“I’m very sure. No pumpkin, I promise.” He nods.

Harry’s hands slip out from beneath Regulus’ and fall to his hips when he swivels toward James. “That wasn’t very nice.”

It’s Regulus’ turn to laugh now. Every day Harry grows to be more and more like each of them in different ways. It’s always pleasantly surprising when it’s him that the little boy mirrors.

“No, it wasn’t,” Regulus agrees, copying Harry’s stance with his hands on his own hips. “What do you think, Harry? No dessert for him tonight?”

Harry grins with his own dangerous mischief —a perfect combination of both of his fathers with the way he stands paired with the look on his face.

“And no more Papa kisses,” He snickers.

James sits up straight, holding his hands up in defense. “Whoa now, let’s not get crazy here.”

“I agree with Harry.” Regulus snorts when James immediately scowls at him.

“This is outrageous,” James huffs. The corners of his mouth twitch upward no matter how hard he tries to look serious, to feign his offense at this joint verdict for his punishment.

They both know that’s an impossible thing for either of them to agree to anyway, but they’re experts at playing along for Harry’s sake. As it is, Regulus already battles the urge to duck down and kiss James quickly in appreciation for always being a continuous light in their lives. No matter how ridiculous he does it.

[readychilledwine]

Ready Chilled Wines Maternity Celebration MasterList

As you all have figured out, or are figuring out, my baby girl is here if these are posting instead of being little previews 💜

I will be away for a little bit, but I'm checking in when I can, so please do not be offended if I cannot get back to you right away.

(An update on Lizzy and baby will be posted here by baby daddy once she is actually here. He says this is the only time he will do this, and we love him for that)

One shot fics:

Little One - Azriel x Rhysand's Sister Oc - after arriving home for the first time in 50 years, Rhysand is shocked to find someone so small in his sister's arms. (Fluff)

Happily Ever After - Lucien finds himself in familiar arms After Elain rejects the bond (Lucien x Spring Court Oc) -angst w happy ending

Thrive - After being sent to the Spring court by her new High Lord, y/n Vanserra is in for a bigger surprise and welcome home than she could have ever imagined. (Smut)

All That Glitters - Helion x Night Court Oc - Helion has read books on the fae for years, studying their anatomy, their lives, and their habits. When Rhysand sends him a pretty illyrian emissary for trade negotiations, though, Helion jumps on the opportunity to learn about the female wing structure - Helion x illyrian!oc - (wing play, NSFW, porn with little plot)

Pen Name - A romantic evening between lovers is interrupted when Cassian and Rhys want to bitch about Sellyn Drake's newest novel. - Azriel x reader - (teasing, fluff)

Thread and Finery - the three Vanserra siblings are about to attend Lyria's first Night Court Solstice party, so the three of them do what they do best. Coordinate outfits. Lyria, Lucien, and Eris - (a farewell message, sibling love, fluff)

Runaway Love - Amren and Rhysand's sister have begun to grow closer since Feyre took her duties from her. Amren, seeing she's hurting and needing time away, invites her friend to Summer, she just didn't plan on happened next or having to explain it to Rhysand - Tarquin x Rhysand's Sister Oc - told from Amren's pov - (love at first sight, fated mates, elopement, against brother's wishes)

Fire and Ice - y/n Vanserra has always had a sound head on her shoulders. Unless it comes to the High Lord of Winter. Then she is nothing more a puddle of mush under his touch - reader x Kallias (NSFW, Smut, temperature play, friends to lovers, mutual pinning)

Light in the Hallway - Everything is finally peaceful in Autumn. Eris is High Lord, y/n is his High Lady, and peace has settled across the Court just in time for the arrival of Eris's firstborn. -Daddy!Eris x reader - told from the perspective of y/n spying on Eris and the babe - (fluff)

Solstice Specials:

From This Day Until Our Last - Azriel and Lyria - fluff and smut - what do you buy the male who says he has everything he could ever want?

For Rich or For Poor - Rhys and Rhiannon - Rhiannon and Rhys struggle with finding each other the perfect solstice gift NSFW

Pack Mentality- Eris and Amelia - fluff - it's an Autumn Court tradition for males to present their mates with a kit, and Amelia just wants to gift Eris something he struggled to walk away from.

The First Noel - Rhys and Aelia - angst to fluff- Rhysand knew he could never live up to the standards the Winter Court had for Solstice. But it's the thought that counts, right?

[babytarttdoodoo]

hi! prompt for Roy and Jamie (as a ship or platonic is up to you!) if it interests you, could I request Roy getting protective over somebody hitting on and making Jamie uncomfortable at a bar?

I’m finding that Roy is a lot of fun to write. The man has presence. (There a LOT of *fruity* language in this one.)

Written as early relationship Roy/Jamie. Thank you for the prompt and hope you enjoy!

(Prompt Fill Masterpost)

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“Excuse me!”

Jamie turned around at the shout and grip on his arm, half a smile on his face from laughing with the bartender as he ordered.

A young woman was grinning at him excitedly, bouncing a little when his attention focused on her. She fluffed her hair with the hand that wasn’t squeezing his bicep.

“Alright, darling?” Jamie gave her a quick once over, expecting a request for a selfie if she happened to be into football.

“Are you Jamie? From Lust Conquers All?”

Ah. 

He chuckled a bit and nodded, giving her his best photoshoot smile. You have to be nice to the fans, after all.

“Yep, guilty!”

“I fucking knew it!” she crowed, pressing in closer. Jamie felt the edge of the bar dig into his back. “I told my friends it was you!”

“Oh, you out with your mates, then?” Jamie glanced behind her, trying to spot a group that might be waiting to pull her back away. No one stood out and she ignored his question completely.

“It was a total fix, you getting voted off! You were well more fit than Danthony. He barely got his kit off.”

Right. Okay, then.

“Nah, he were a nice enough lad, actually.” Jamie told her, keeping it friendly and gently trying to pull his arm away. “Listen, d’you want a photo or…?”

“Don’t you think I look like Amy?”

“Eh…” She did, a bit, if Jamie really thought about it. It might have just been the blonde hair and hoop earrings, though. And that didn’t detract from it being a fucking weird question.

“Need a tray for your drinks, mate?” Jamie turned back to the bartender at the (very welcome) interruption and felt the woman’s hand shift from his arm to his chest with the movement.

He grit his teeth and gave the guy setting out his round a tight smile and nod as her polished fingernails scraped the skin exposed by his mostly open shirt.

“Shit, you didn’t let yourself go after the show, did you?” she asked, staring at his bared muscles and seemingly oblivious to any concept of personal space. “Buy me a drink?”

“Oh, er, no thanks.”

“Come off it.” She pouted at him and squeezed in closer, standing practically between his legs. “You can’t tell me I’m not your type.”

Jamie swallowed hard, glancing around now for his own friends. But the team were sequestered away in the VIP section, waiting on him returning with their orders.

“Look, sweetheart, I’m sure you’re lovely, but I’m currently spoken for.”

“Didn’t stop you on the show.”

“Fucking hell.” Jamie had to laugh. This whole thing was ridiculous. Even at the height of his prickiest moments, he’d known when to take a hint - apparently that memo was not universally received.

There was no room to move away from her, either. The club was heaving with people enjoying their Friday night and the crowd around the bar penned him in on all sides. A jostle from the group behind them had the woman pressed right up against his front.

She grinned, taking his incredulity and the sudden contact as a good sign.

“Oi, Tartt.” Oh shit.

The movement in the crowd had not, apparently, been caused by inebriated partiers trying to get closer to the bar. Rather, it had been Roy Fucking Kent pushing his way through to find out what was taking so long.

If panic at the thought of potentially causing a scene had been playing at the edges of Jamie’s mind, the idea of Roy seeing some random woman plastered all over him in a dark club dialled it up to a full-blown catastrophe.

This Thing™ between them was still fresh and new (and a bit lovely). He wasn’t sure it could weather presumed infidelity and a tabloid shitshow just yet.

Roy was frowning, no surprises there. His dark eyes went from Jamie’s face, to the new attachment on his chest, and back again. “Who the fuck is this?”

She bristled at the dismissive tone. “Who are you? His dad?”

Jamie winced. Ouch.

And the thing was, he wasn’t scared of Roy’s reaction. He hadn’t been properly scared of Roy for years. But, objectively, he knew that the man before him cut a pretty intimidating figure when he wanted to.

Dressed all in black under the strobing lights of a nightclub, he looked like a solid shadow with anger issues. Crossing his arms and raising his voice to be heard was all it took for a good metre radius to clear out around him, defying the laws of both physics and London nightlife.

Jamie was suddenly struck by the memory of Roy striding into a club, headbutting Colin, and giving them all a telling off. He’d been scary in that moment, and Jamie knew he’d had to admit to himself that night that his Kent crush was not as dead and buried as he’d hoped.

“Get the fuck off of him, you nutty arsemonger.”

Between her shock at the colourful insult and the extra room to manoeuvre, Jamie managed to extricate himself without much further fuss and snatched up the ready tray of drinks to use as a barrier.

“You can’t talk to me like that!” she seethed, cheeks flushed and hands gone to fists at her sides, her grip on Jamie forgotten.

“I can do a hell of a lot worse,” Roy growled. “Bugger off, before I call security.”

Sensing defeat, and perhaps the phone cameras no doubt being whipped out around them, the woman gave Jamie one last leering, disappointed look before stalking off in the opposite direction of Roy.

Jamie slumped in relief until he caught his (boyfriend?)’s gaze. Roy’s face was unreadable. He just stared at Jamie for a moment longer, then turned away.

“Come on, then. Been waiting fucking ages.”

Suddenly unsure if he’d been right to dismiss fear so quickly, Jamie followed along behind him, focusing on not spilling anything while his mind whirred incessantly.

They rounded the curtain that separated the VIP room from the rest of the venue and a cheer went up at the sight of a fresh round. Jamie set his burden down quickly, accepting the thanks of his teammates while constantly glancing over to the corner where Roy had settled to brood.

Grabbing their drinks, he made his way over and cautiously sat beside him.

“... Roy?”

“Are you alright?” Well, that wasn’t what Jamie had expected. Especially since the words sounded like they’d been dragged from Roy’s throat by force. “Be fucking honest.”

“Erm, yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thanks.” Jamie licked his lips nervously. “Why?”

Roy shut his eyes tight and sighed heavily. “Jesus Christ. Because you just had some tart’s hands all over you and she clearly wouldn’t take ‘no’ for a fucking answer.”

“Oh.” Jamie shrugged and looked down at his glass, tapping his thumbnails against the rim. “Used to it, ain’t I? Are you alright? Cause, being honest, I don’t know if you’re angry at me or not and it’s kind of freaking me out.”

His fidgeting stilled when Roy’s hand found his knee and squeezed.

“I’m not angry at you, Jamie.”

At the much softer tone, Jamie risked looking at him again and found Roy watching him with a pinched expression.

“I am wondering why you didn’t just tell her to piss off sooner.”

“It weren’t like I encouraged her!” Jamie protested.

“I’m not saying you did. Believe it or not, I have had my share of mental fans having a grope over the years.” Jamie fought down a flush of outrage and jealousy at that. “You don’t have to be fucking nice to them, though. You, fuck, you shouldn’t be ‘used to it’.”

Unable to resist, Jamie leaned in and kissed away Roy’s scowl.

“You’re sweet.” he murmured, smiling at the gruff protest he got in response. “No, you are. Deal with it.”

With a sigh, he leaned into Roy’s side and organised his thoughts.

“After I did that reality show, most of my brand deals and that just… went away.” He felt Roy shift beside him but the grip on his knee stayed steady, so much nicer than the hand on him earlier had been. “I got trashed online for acting like a prick and no one wanted to touch me. Not even City. Fuck, I had to beg Ted for another chance here.”

Roy knew most of this, of course. He even had a clearer idea now of why exactly Jamie had risked his football career for Lust Conquers All.

“I just. Everything’s better now. Life is fucking mint. But I know that all it takes is one shitty tweet about me being an arsehole or a dodgy video taken out of context and, boom. It’s viral and I’m untouchable again.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” The quiet exhalation made Jamie huff a laugh. Roy took a swig of his beer before speaking again. “First of all, we’re not going to let anything like that happen. And by ‘we’ I mean that entire gaggle of idiots, plus me, plus Keeley and Beard and Rebecca and Higgins and, fuck, even Nate these days.

“Someone says shit about you, all of Richmond will be up in arms to fight them about it, alright?”

He waited for Jamie to nod in acknowledgement before continuing,

“And second - I never had to deal with all this shit. The worst I’ve had is the press camped outside my house after some messy breakup or fight on the pitch. I don’t know how you lads do it with all the tweeting and posting and blogging you’re supposed to keep up with. It’s fucking exhausting just hearing about it.”

(Jamie very maturely refrained from making the obvious jokes about how ancient Roy sounded.)

“So if me doing shit like that -” He gestured vaguely in the direction of the bar. “Ever makes things worse for you, then I’m fucking sorry and you need to tell me.”

That was… genuinely very touching. Jamie snuggled in closer, throat tight.

“And finally,” Roy went on, pressing a kiss to head on his shoulder. “Your consent fucking matters, Jamie. If someone makes you uncomfortable, be as much of a prick as you like and damn the consequences.”

Jamie laughed again and shifted away to grin properly at Roy. “Is that you giving me blanket permission, coach?”

In response, Roy just gave him the middle finger, face hilariously deadpan. It really shouldn’t have made Jamie melt like it did.

He leaned in again, feeling safe in the relative privacy of their booth, and kissed Roy slow and deep. They were both breathing hard when he broke away and smirked.

“Maybe next time we go out, I’ll get to be the one prying some MILF off of you. Then you’ll find out exactly how much of a prick I can be.”

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

I was reading some of the older hcs, in one of them you said that kits can be summoned by inexperienced summonner. What if someone decided they are above the rules and tried to summon a ghoul only to fuck up and snatched a small kit, and while the clergy deals with the person the kit was passed to one of the ghouls mates and they get attracted really fast. How would they react when their mate just shows up with a child? Like 'Oh yeah, this is mine now'.

This is so cute, I hope you don’t mind ghoul reader! :)

Ghoul Mate Reader

GN Reader

Era V Ghouls

The Ghouls Mate Adopts a Displaced Kit

For a quick recap, ghoul summoning HAS to be done by an experienced and supervised sibling of sin. Many botched summoning are done by new siblings who have no clearance to carry one out. Botched summonings can result in injured ghouls, stolen kits, or even pulling beings that are not ghouls into the clergy…

Aether: The guitarist ghoul was ready to keep the kit immediately when you told him what happened. His only hesitation is that you both could be in big trouble if you didn’t report it. The ministry is very strict on tracking these types of summons. But you were happy to know that Aether was already attached and wanted to keep the little one sooooo badly. Aether just wants to do it the RIGHT way. It’s how you ended up in Papa’s office, with your mate kindly explaining why you had to keep the kit. You and the kit were already attached at the hip, and so was he! Papa was VERY happy for you both and for the baby. “Well, uh, it solves where we must place the little one, yes? Uh… congratulations?”

Phantom: It takes an hour of convincing Phantom that you are completely serious about adopting this random kit. When you first got him and told your mate you wanted to keep the little ghoul he thought you were trying to prank him. Phantom literally thought you had borrowed a kit to try to get one over on him! But when he realizes this ISN’T relation for the prank he pulled on you last week, he’s very quiet. He stays quiet for a very long time and you get nervous this might be the end of your relationship… but he surprises you. “So, what do we name him?” He’s completely unsure of what to do, but he wants to make this work! Phantom insists this is awesome, because he can raise your kit to be a guitarist like him!

Cirrus: You were very nervous about bringing home your new kit. Cirrus hates when you both make big decisions without consulting the other. She was very curious when you brought home a tiny kit, asking why you were baby sitting. You carefully started to explain that the little ghoul was accidentally summoned. But before you could finish it Cirrus came over to take the baby. She immediately clutched the kit protectively, and you remembered the same had happened to her when Air adopted her… “We will protect her with our lives.” She declares before nuzzling into the little ghoul.

Cumulus: Your mate was so supportive when you brought home the kit. She was very confused at first, mind you, until you explained what happened. Cumulus quietly listened as she held the baby ghoul and eventually started rocking the kit to sleep. “Well… he already likes us. We can’t just give him back!” Cumulus’ main concern is that eventually she does have to work and tour. So you both have a big discussion of how your home situation will be when you are left with your kit by yourself. But if you are happy with the arrangement, so is she!

Mountain: To your surprise, Monty barely asked any questions. He just readily accepted that you made the executive decision to adopt. You personally know it’s from his home tribe, where spur of the moment adoptions happened. The drummer is more interested in picking out a name, figuring out the kit’s element, and getting the nest ready for the baby. Mountain already starts gathering spare curtains to make a kit sling for you both to carry her around. You barely have time to blink before your kit is slung against his chest comfortably and he’s out the door to go get supplies!

Swiss: Your kit? You mean OUR KIT!! Swiss loves kits so much, so when you brought one home randomly he had assumed you were baby sitting. The guitarist had the baby in his arms so fast to play and the small ghoul clung to him immediately. He was so wrapped up in playing he nearly didn’t hear that no, you weren’t babysitting! It took you a moment to get his attention and explain… you sorta… kinda just took this one after a botched summoning? Swiss stared at you for a long time before becoming emotional. “You mean… you adopted a family for us?” He’s SO excited and hugs you both. You know he wanted a family after the band but are just excited he’s excited for one a little early!

Rain: At first you thought you had made a mistake when Rain seemed a little sour at first. He had made a face when you told him what happened . But you quickly came to find that he just hates when humans do these vile things. Rain scooped the kit up with your permission and looked at you. “Do you really want to do this? I need to know we are both committed before I get too attached.” Neither of you had discussed starting a family before this. It was time for you two to talk about it and be 100% sure you both were ready for the responsibility. But when you saw the kit fall asleep on Rain, you knew it was meant to be.

Sunshine: They didn’t really know you could just… do that? I mean sure, in Hell you can adopt any kit you find abandoned. But wouldn’t the humans get suspicious if they saw you both with a baby out of no where? Sunshine doesn’t think about it too hard once the baby is in their arms. they’ll explain to Papa and Sister eventually! Sunshine is admittedly a little scared to raise the kit in the human realm. They are still super new to human culture and is scared of raising a kit outside of Hell. But they trust you since you were summoned for way longer! Sunshine wants to introduce the kit to the band as soon as possible!

Aurora: She takes to the kit almost as fast as you did! You both realize later that your kit has quintessence as their element. No wonder! You three bonded so strongly it would be impossible to separate your new family. Aurora is not shy to immediately go to Papa and have a long list of supplies and accommodations you will all need. Papa is bewildered but can’t find it in him to say no to the confident ghoulette and her demands. All you originally wanted was just for your mate to be ok with adopting. But you won’t say no to all of the perks! It’s how she got you both a bigger living quarters, kit supplies, and even new furniture! The only thing you two end up bickering about is names. So far you might compromise on an Opera inspired name.

Sodo/Ember: He’s mad at first. No. NO NO NO NO NO! You can’t just come home with a FAILED SUMMON KIT! You both can get in serious trouble and- one angry look from you kept your fire ghoul from arguing more. But he INSISTS this is YOUR issue, not his! …. Until he realizes the baby is a fire kit… and also really cute… and awww, look at how the kit likes you already. Fine. Sodo eventually relents when it’s his turn to hold the kit and the small ghoul falls asleep in his arms. When you try to take the kit back he pulls away protectively. Eventually you hear a “Fuck you, babe, if you think I’m changing diapers!!”

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

I’ve kinda already written about this before with the college AU I started a while ago but I have a mighty need for a life drawing workshop with Ghost and Soap.

Like maybe Soap runs some classes in a local bar venue space or something and he puts out ads every so often for models. Ghost meanwhile is discharged from the army with a shitty shoulder injury and no where to go. After going for a pint with Gaz to commiserate, and drown their shared sorrows of having to leave army life, Gaz tells Ghost about a new side hustle he has going ever since he’d had to leave months prior.

Ghost snorts out a laugh at first “are you bloody joking? You. A life model?”

Gaz pretends not to get too offended, but rolls his eyes and take a drink.

“It’s not as weird as you think. You stand in a couple different poses-“

“With your kit off,” Ghost chuckles.

“Yes, with your kit off,” Gaz huffs. “You get told how to stand and what props to use and then a bunch of people draw you for a couple hours. It’s totally painless and you get decent dosh for it. I do Soap’s class twice a month and Alex’s class three times - it’s easy money, plus it’s cash in hand so HMRC don’t have to be any the wiser bout it.”

“Hang on a minute, Soap?” Ghost says, shaking his head. “What kind of a name is Soap? He gives you props as well? What next, does he ask you to dance for him too? Give ‘im the old dazzle dazzle, do you?”

“Fuck off Ghost.”

“Aw, im only messing. ‘Sides even if I wanted to do little poses for your art class, I wouldn’t be able to. My shoulder’s buggered remember? I wouldn’t be able to hold a lot of positions for long.”

“Soap’s pretty understanding. He can pick poses that suit your body and he can adjust the times so that you don’t have to stay still too long if you can’t take it. You just have to tell him about your injury and he’ll be understanding.”

Ghost shook his head again and took another gulp.

“Fuckin’ Soap.”

“He’s an eccentric guy, but he’s cool,” Gaz shrugs. “Do you want me to speak to him for you? He’s usually on the lookout for new models.”

Ghost would say he’d need to take some time to think about it, but Gaz would take that as a yes. So a few days roll by and soon enough Ghost gets a text through telling him that Soap would be ‘well up’ for meeting him and said he should come by the next evening before class.

Ghost - I told you I’d think about it, you twat. Not to go on ahead and tell him I wanna join his little cult.

Gaz - show up or don’t, you can think about it all you like between now and then. You’ll thank me later 🤪

After that last text Gaz then sent him a picture of a wad of cash and few coins spread out over a blotted bar top. Ghost would sigh, but as soon as he saw that money he knew his decision was made. He needed something until he was able to figure out what to do with the rest of his life, something to tide him over till he received payments for his injury.

He’d turn up for Soap’s class with a flustered air around him and would step through the shadowy doorway to the bar with soft unsure steps. It was still early, there wouldn’t be many people inside. He’d ask the barman where the function room was and sullenly walk through the curtain, raising his brows when he’d finally lay eyes on Soap.

Ghost wouldn’t know what to expect but it’s not the mohawked barrel of a man that’s lugging chairs around the room and running around like a little worker ant. His eyes would linger on the muscles that were exposed from Soap’s paint and charcoal stained tank top and he’d watch on wordlessly, widening his eyes when Soap would finally notice him. He’d dig his nails into his palms to try to stop himself from blushing in embarrassment.

“You’re a bit early for the class’ mate,” Soap would huff, settling another chair around the raised stage. “Looking to join?”

“Uh sort of,” Ghost would say, frowning as he struggled to find words around the bodybuilder/artist. “My friend Gaz, uh Kyle you probably know him as - he said you were looking for more models and that I should come by…”

Soap’s eyes would light in recognition and he’d smile warmly, striding over to greet Ghost properly. Ghost wouldn’t be prepared for the warm grip in Ghost’s handshake and he especiallly wasn’t prepared for those big blue crystalline eyes to be roaming over him as if they were mentally taking him apart.

“Simon right?” Soap would say, revealing a perfect white grin. “I’m Soap, John’s my name, but I prefer Soap so you can go with that, yeah? Kyle mentioned you had a shoulder injury and that you weren’t sure you could hold certain poses.”

Ghost would straighten up then and nod, pointing out which one it was. From then Soap would take him through a few positions and would discuss the technicalities with him, were Ghost to join. Apparently it was easy to make accommodations for him, and Soap would be more than pleased to have him as a model, and like Kyle had already mentioned, the pay was pretty good.

Ghost would grow interested the more he would hear and eventually Soap would wear him down enough into taking him through a few practice ones. They would be relatively easy, and Ghost would find himself realising that Gaz was right - it was easy money. Plus Soap was no bad company either.

He’d be convinced into watching the class that night and getting to have a little taster of what he would be doing. The model that night would be a tiny little thing, a dancer, and would hold the most intricate stances for the eager artists to draw, contorting themselves into pretzel like shapes that Ghost couldn’t possibly hold. They’d capture his attention for a minute, but Ghost would always find himself staring at Soap right after.

He’d watch the way he directed the model, stroking the air to dictate how he wanted them and guiding them gently into form all without physically touching. He’d encourage the artists, complimenting a few people, and helping anyone that needed guidance. His favourite would be when the others would fall silent and Soap would take to gathering himself a pencil and paper and drawing for a little bit. The immense concentration, the way he’d clench his jaw and narrow his eyes would be so captivating and there was nothing that could stop Ghost looking away. Nothing that could stop him from wondering what it would be like having Soap’s eyes on him like that.

As it turns out it would almost steal all the breath from his lungs. Ghost would be sitting on that same stage the next week, stone faced and gritting his teeth through the slight chill in the air. He’d be used to resisting the cold, though he wouldn’t be used to all the eyes on his naked body, most of all Soap’s as his furrowed brow stayed glued to him. Ghost would swear that Soap could read his thoughts, could strip his mind just as easily as his body and he would know that Ghost was developing a stupid obsession with him (he’d refuse to think of it as a crush).

He’d look purposely look away on the next pose and would still feel Soap’s eyes on him still. They’d warm a path from the bones at his collar, all the way down the ridges of his pecs and right down to the pit of his belly. Butterflies would dance where his empty stomach should have been.

He’d love and hate it in equal measure, barely feeling the eyes of Soap’s gaggle of students because of the intensity of their teacher, but he would still show up again the next week and the next after that. Just hoping that maybe one night it wouldn’t be his own hands pulling the cord on his robe, perhaps he could embrace a pair covered in charcoal and graphite and entice them to touch instead of trace the air. He’d want to break through Soap’s page and show him new colours, tear the world as he knew it apart in only the way that Ghost could.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Vixen, via Astral Projection: Wukong, my darling! You look as lovely as ever, Nǚxù!

Wukong, already knowing somethings up: *sigh* What did he do?

Vixen: I saw little Xiaotian sneaking around my theatre, do I want to know why?

Wukong: He's supposed to be there to watch the play, nothing more. He's grounded!

Vixen: Oh? Whatever for?

Wukong: You know that "Monkie Kid" that's been running around with my staff?

Vixen, having a light bulb moment: Ah, I'd thought his magic felt familiar. I take it hw was doing this without your permission.

Wukong: Or my knowledge!

Vixen: It's to be expected, he is your son. Anyways, I have a feeling you'll like what he found.

+some Anons with a similar vibe;

prev.

Aww.

The Vixen is an adoring mother-in-law and grandmother, almost suffocatingly so. And in raising two rascals like the Gold & Silver twins; she has a sixth sense for when kits are doing something without their parents' permission. Wukong knows that when she calls in unannounced that one of his cubs is causing chaos.

I feel like Jin & Yin were just doing simple fairytales for kids, stuff that was easy enough for them to create with their limited magic ability, but when they realised that MK and his new friends were in the crowd, they decided to have a crack at their big bro's fave story. They thought it would be a cool gesture to show the "new pilgrims" the story of how the Monkey King & his Warrior got together, since it's not very well known outside monkey demon circles. And ofc they don't do it so good since they didn't rehearse and have no idea have to properly control the Lantern's projections.

So cut to MK during the intermission (it was booked as a double-feature), sneaking around backstage to grab the lantern from his uncles, only to see the "pre-recordings" that Macaque left to aid the twins in their plays. Including an ominous, fable-like, retelling of some entity called "The White Bone Spirit" that the Monkey King and his comrades had to seal away after the Journey had completed.

After MK finds the Lantern, he's confronted by Zǔmǔ Vixen wondering what he's doing. MK splutters and conjures up a lie that he wanted to see if the Lantern "liked" him more so he could show his friends "The Hero & The Warrior" as he remembers it. The Vixen isn't convinced that was the only reason, but she recognises that her grandkid is severely missing his dad and is searching; not only for clues on where he's gone, but for his baba's stories.

Wukong arrives at the theatre looking furious with his eldest for sneaking around, the cubs still clinging to him as they haven't their baba around to take care of them. The Noodle Gang greet the angry Monkey KIng inside the stands.

Sandy: "Hi Mr Monkey King!" Pigsy: "What are you doing out and about? Told ya' I'd text if anything happened." Wukong: "I'm just checking in to make sure MK knows he's still grounded. Why isn't he with you guys?" Mei: "MK said he needed to grab something before the next story started." Wukong: "I swear, if he's rummaging through his dad's props for whatever reason-" Jin, on-stage: "Ladies and gents! We'd like to inform you that due to popular demand, the director of the next play has been swapped." Yin: "We're on break." Jin: "So please welcome to the stage; Qi Xiaotian!"

The Vixen suddenly pushes MK onto the stage - gesturing him to restart the story her twins butchered.

The Noodle Gang and Wukong sit confusedly as MK takes the stage. As MK lifts the Lantern the shadows form into two monkey demons standing side-by-side... the narration provided by a shadow clone of the Six Eared Macaque, carefully "pre-recorded" inside the Lantern in case his cubs needed an emergency bedtime story from their baba.

MK hasn't as a polished control over the Lantern as his father, but his own memories of the tale combined with how he sees his parents form the images in the shadows.

Wukong watches silently. It's as if his eldest cub and his mate were trying to tell the tale together.

Instead of the "bad" ending as in canon, the tale has an epilogue where the Hero and the Warrior find A Little Piece of Heaven. The two former-friends journey together to ensure that the Little Heaven stays safe from all the enemies they made on Earth and in the other Realms. As their journey progresses, the Hero and the Warrior began to heal the wounds they had caused one another, and the Little Heaven grew bigger. Until one day, they confessed that they were still in love and wanted to stay as "their" Hero and Warrior alone. The Little Heaven, fed by the Hero and the Warrior's love and the things they'd experienced together, formed into a baby. The Hero and the Warrior returned to their original home, deciding that they did not need to be the strongest or the most renowned to be happy - they only needed to be Together with their Little Heaven.

The applause in the room is quieted only by the snores of the four monkey cubs.

MK runs up to the stand, apologising for going against his grounding rules, only for Wukong to pull his eldest into a soft hug.

Wukong, teary-eyed: "Oh bud... I don't think I care about that right now. I haven't heard your baba tell that tale in so long I... I started to wonder if the Warrior ever regretted staying home with the Hero." MK, tears forming: "I... so did I, mama. Guess I really needed to hear that story again too. Wukong & MK: (*share a super-sappy hug*) The Noodle Gang: (*awws quietly as each has a baby monkey sleeping on them*) Mei, whispering: "You did SO GOOD monkey man!" (*thumbs up*) Tang: "Miles better than the last telling." Yin, accidentally via microphone: "Yeah, we made a right bollocks of it!" Jin: "Ssshhh!" Yin, takes mouth away from mic: "Oh, sorry." Noodle Gang + monkeys: (*quiet snickering as the cubs grumble in their sleep*)

The Vixen smiles at her kit's little family. She hopes he comes home soon and can finally tell the story with his eldest for real.

The Bone Demon's Thrall claps from the other side of the audience. His Lady will be delighted to know that the Shadow Lantern is here...

[bonefall]

Do you think we could get a rundown of Skyclan leaders like you did for Shadowclan? From when the destruction of their forest territory started to when Skyclan broke up?

It would be a pretty short list, because of the massive interruption.

Leaders Flystar -> Cloudstar -> Spiderstar -> (RATS WE'RE RATS WE'RE THE RATS) -> Leafstar

Clerics Twigtail -> Fawnstep -> Brackenheart -> Oakstep -> (Unnamed Link) -> Pricklenose -> Skywatcher

You'll notice that the Cleric list doesn't have an interruption; that is because the Cleric took the role we eventually see Skywatcher in. They called them the Hub, after the center of a spiderweb. It was someone who would keep track of where all the dispersed cats were and pass on relevant news.

Modern Clerics evolving out of the Hub is why SkyClan's medics are so strange. They have some massive differences from a Forest Four Cleric.

There is no law against them having children. In fact, it's preferred that they did, as it's proof that they know how to care for other cats.

They can have mates, too. Echosong is actually casually the girlfriend of Leafstar.

They act more like a combined doctor/therapist than a doctor/priest. SkyClan clerics are here to treat physical and mental needs. Instead, the leader takes on more spiritual roles.

Anyway, leader succession guide;

Flystar

The destruction of the territory was happening before he was leader, but he took over when it started getting real bad in the Skyfall Era.

He was a HARDCORE kind of loyalist leader. We would know him today as a Hard Traditionalist, insisted his warriors pray harder and live better lives to prevent the destruction.

He invented the Law of the Wild, which we know as the law that bans becoming a kittypet. He did this in response to many of his warriors trying to live double lives.

Lived for a very long time, and oversaw the worst of the destruction, but Forest Four remember the story completely wrong.

The story is told that Flystar forestalled disaster with his hard ways, but Cloudstar was a weak, bumbling successor, who is ultimately blamed for SkyClan's exile.

In truth, Flystar died and left Cloudstar as a young successor. Cloudstar hadn't lost a single life or ruled for more than a year when the last acre of forest was clear-cut.

Flystar was a brown cat with black dapples on his face and chest.

Cloudstar

Gets done so, so dirty in the Forest Four history lessons. I have an entire scene dedicated to Firestar realizing that the story sounds pretty fucked up in Firestar's Quietus.

His first deputy was Buzzardtail, who was his best friend. They tried to keep the Clan together, wandering for years while looking for a new home.

In terms of personality, Cloudstar was a total worrywart. He was always preparing for the worst, and his ingenuity saved a ton of lives. He cared a lot for safety and making sure the travelers were procuring rations.

It still wasn't enough. He was a fantastic leader, soft, caring, beyond dedicated to his friends and family. Cats still died.

He was constantly missing his mate, Birdsong, and his kittens. He was notoriously amazing with the kits, often carrying them when they got too tired.

He was a big guy, too.

Displays the same vitiligo as Skystar and has a striking resemblance to him. Definitely a direct descendant.

His blotches loosely resembled an eye on his side, which ended up becoming... that.

Spiderstar

No Buzzardstar in BB. Buzzardtail died during the very long journey.

But Spiderflight knew him very well. He was her mentor.

Cloudstar died in the abandoned barn where the rats would eventually gather, every night.

Spiderflight had spent most of her life traveling, most of SkyClan had. She did not remember the old forest, just the general stretch of land that would become their Gorge territory.

She only knew what had been taken from her in stories. Kit's tales, to her, she'd been born on the move and that was where her heart was.

She picked up a lot from Cloudstar's resourcefulness. She'd always been close to the leadership, ever since she was young. Slotting into the role was easy.

Cloudstar never wanted to leave such a young successor, as Flystar had done to him, but he had no choice in the end.

She'd never been "good" at sadness. She didn't want to sit vigil in that barn with everyone else; it was too easy to give into despair if she didn't keep moving.

It was Spiderstar who settled SkyClan into the area, and she was the first Hub really. She just happened to teach Oakstep how to do it next.

Important since she only got three lives.

She had distinctive web-like stripes on her tabby body, a large "cape" over her shoulder of two big spokes connected by smaller strokes.

[terrifyingly-bi]

Fool for You (Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader) (Part 1)

Summary: You've never been one to be pushed around. When you work at Hawkin's Public Pool during summer break you're paired up with Billy for your shifts, and Billy just met his match.

Warnings/tags: flirty reader, confident reader, billy starts out as rough and tough but I've got a thing for softies so... we'll get there

Wordcount: ~2,2k

A/N: You wanted some Billy x Fem!Reader and I once again got carried away. Idk how many parts this will be... I'm sitting on about four or five... uh... :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

『••✎••』

“And this is where you’ll be spending most of your time,” Adam said, gesturing to the small booth. “We’ve got at least two lifeguards out by the pools at all times, if one of them needs to step away, you will take over for them until they return. Otherwise, this is your hub.”

You nodded as you took a look around the tiny room. It reminded you of a ticket booth but pool-themed. On the only wall available hung a calendar with pictures of the beach, as well as a schedule for the lifeguards. There were seven in total, including you.

“Cool,” you said. “And do I need to keep my eyes out for anything in particular or…”

Adam shrugged. “Not really. You’ll be standing by most of the time. If any visitors have any questions or need equipment, directions, or help you’ll be in charge of taking care of them.” He pointed to the notepad on the tiny desk. “Any pool equipment or swimming aids you lend out must be recorded, so that we can keep track of them when they’re lent out and returned.”

“Write up the things I hand out and what I get back, got it,” you said. “Anything else?”

“First Aid Kit is in the box under the desk and there’s a phone in the office with a phonebook right next to it. Other than that, you should be all set.”

You doubted that, but you weren’t about to start fussing on your first day. “So do I just… go change or what?”

Adam turned and pointed over to the changing rooms. “You can just use the women’s to change. Head back here once you’re done and I’ll introduce you to your shift mate.”

With a nod, you began making your way around the pool to go and change. The brilliantly red swimsuit you’d been given to wear bore the Hawkins Pool logo, and you wondered if you’d look as good in it as some of the lifeguards you’d seen so far. 

The changing room was mostly empty with the exception of a handful of girls gossiping and queuing for the mirror and a mother trying to wrestle her kid into a swimsuit. It smelled like chlorine, soap and sun lotion, and by the time you had squeezed into your new suit and made to leave you were alone.

You hesitated briefly when you passed the mirror. The Hawkins Pool suit fitted decently. It could have been a little bigger in the bottom area but you were confident enough that you would endure it. From the right angle, it even looked good.

When you returned to the booth, Adam had called another lifeguard over. 

“You’re back, good,” Adam said. “This is Billy, and you already know me. Billy, this is Y/N.” 

‘Billy’ was tall, muscular, and looked like a Californian dream. He stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest and looked you up and down, wearing a pair of dark aviators and a somewhat disdainful look on his face. “Yes, we’re happy to have you here,” he mumbled. “But unless there’s anything you specifically need me for, I’ve got things to do.”

You shook your head. “You do what you need to do,” you said. “You’re a lifeguard after all.”

The sneer on his face turned neutral and he gave you a quick nod before he turned and headed back to the tower, climbing up and taking a seat.

“He takes his job very seriously,” Adam said, leaning closer to you. “Don’t let him push you around. He is not your boss.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you said. “I’m not going to let him.”

-

It didn’t take you long to learn that whenever Billy was at the pool, things were running like a well-oiled machine. It was mind-boggling to see how kids you knew from school turned into law-abiding visitors the moment Billy told them off, and it was difficult to miss the way people were particularly wary when they walked in his vicinity. 

If you had to pick something to complain about it would be the number of girls coming up to you only to try and get a peek at the schedule on the wall behind you. Billy was popular with the ladies, and it was hardly a secret. Even the mothers put on a show for him whenever he looked their way.

You didn’t see the point. Obviously, he was handsome and you caught yourself looking longer than a few seconds a handful of times, but he was rude and never said hello when he passed you by. It wasn’t like you were going to waste your time on someone that couldn’t bother to say hi.

At least, that’s what you thought until a particularly unrelenting heatwave passed through Hawkins. The pool was filled to the brim with people trying to cool off and you spent a considerable amount of time handing out water bottles and helping out a few people that had burned themselves in the sun.

But while you spent most of the day in the shade of the tiny booth, you couldn’t help but notice that Billy sat dutifully perched in the lifeguard tower, glaring out over the pool and the visitors - on the lookout for trouble. 

With a sigh, you grabbed one of the water bottles you kept in the cooler crammed under the desk, and headed over. “Hey, Hargrove,” you called when you approached.

He looked over at you just in time to catch the bottle when you tossed it to him. “What’s up?” He asked.

“You haven’t had anything to drink all day,” you said. “I would prefer it if you didn’t fall off that tower when something happens.”

Billy looked at you for a moment before he looked back to the pool. “Thanks,” he said, unscrewing the cap and taking a drink of water. You could tell by the way he went through half the bottle in a few greedy sips that he must have been thirsty.

“You gonna take a break any time soon?” You asked. “Maybe get out of the sun?”

“To slack off? Is that what you’re trying to get me to do?” he asked without looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. “No, I’m trying to make sure you don’t get a heatstroke so you can keep doing your job.”

Again, Billy turned and looked at you. For a moment, he seemed to be contemplating your words. “Five minutes,” he said. “I need to take a leak anyway.” He tossed the bottle back to you as he began climbing down from the tower. “You figure you can hold the reins until I get back?”

“Don’t worry about me, Billy,” you said and handed him his drink. “I can hold them just fine.” You turned and climbed up into the tower, seating yourself in the surprisingly comfortable seat. When you looked down, Billy was still looking at you. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“I just might,” he said, a lazy smirk playing on his lips before he turned and walked away.

-

"Got ourselves a cut." 

You looked up from the notepad as Billy appeared in the doorway, holding a girl in his arms. Looking between them, it was almost comical how indifferent Billy looked while the girl was making heart eyes at him. But upon closer inspection, she did have a pretty nasty cut on her foot. 

"Damn, let me get the kit," you said and got up. "She can take my chair."

Billy put the girl down on the chair with minimal effort. "What did you say you cut yourself on?" he asked. 

"I'm not sure. I stepped on something sharp over by the fence, I was just grabbing my bag," she said. She blinked at him, her lashes fluttering as he inspected her injury. 

"Over by the fence?" Billy asked. He either didn’t notice or care for her ogling. Instead, he looked over at you. "Hey, Y/N. Can you treat this while I go and have a look?" he asked. 

You could tell that anyone but Billy treating the girl's cut would ruin her day. The way she deflated made you feel bad for her. "Uh… why don't you help her out and I go and take a look? I need to double-check on the back gates anyway," you offered. It was technically true, only that you usually did that at the end of your shift. "I need to go and get another pack of gauze from the office as well, but we should have enough for now." 

Billy looked skeptical as you handed the First Aid kit to him. "You sure?" 

"Yeah. Put those pretty hands to use and I'll be right back," you said and winked as you slipped out of the booth, leaving him with the eager visitor. 

It was almost the weekend and you figured you could give that girl something to swoon about. It was a surefire way to keep the girl - and all of her friends - coming back. 

The area by the fence was mostly covered with dry grass. Some people preferred to leave their things there or spread a towel out where they could enjoy the sunshine. You started by the concrete and followed the fence around the perimeter, and just like the girl had said, you found the culprit of the cut; a piece of aluminum from a soda can. After looking around you found the rest of the cam and discarded it in the nearest trash can. 

You took your time as you went back, stopping to help a kid that struggled with a pair of goggles, and walking a full lap around the pool before you went about your other tasks.

By the time you returned to the booth - after having made a quick trip to the office for supplies - Billy had sent the girl on her way and returned to his spot atop the tower. You gave a slight wave as he looked your way, making sure he knew that you were back where you were supposed to be. 

He nodded at you from where he sat before he returned to his lifeguarding duties. 

The rest of the day was dull and uneventful. At the end of your shift, you counted the swimming aids, checked the lost and found, and walked around the pool to make sure everything was in order before you went to change. 

You were usually one of the last people out of there - with the exception of the pool manager and sometimes Adam - but when you exited the changing room that night, you spotted Billy on his way out to the parking lot. He looked your way when you adjusted your bag on your shoulder. 

"Heading home?" he asked. 

"That's what I usually do after work," you said. 

"Need a ride?" 

That was an offer you hadn't expected. While you got along well enough, you would hardly call the two of you friends. But you appreciated the fact that he'd offered and that he made an effort to be nice. 

"Sure," you replied with an easy smile. "What's the occasion?" 

Billy snorted when he walked you to his car. "I can't be nice just for the hell of it?" He unlocked the car and gestured for you to get in. 

You chuckled and got into the passenger's seat. "We both know you're not nice. Either you think you owe me a favor, or you're trying to impress me." 

"Maybe so," Billy said as he slid into the driver's seat, closing the door with a huff. 

You caught a glimpse of his bulging bicep when he pulled the door closed. It was a pleasant sight and you had since long given up on trying not to ogle. "So which is it?" you asked. 

The car roared to life when he turned the key in the ignition. Stepping on the gas, he revved the engine, it purred pleasantly. He took his aviators off and put them in the pocket of his shirt before he turned and smiled at you. "Guess." 

"Smooth," you said. There was no denying that part of you was very impressed.

Billy gave a light chuckle as he shifted gear and pulled out onto the street. "Where did you live, again?" he asked. 

"I don't think I ever told you," you pointed out. 

"Bit hard to drive you home if I don't know where you live, don't you think?" He glanced over at you but you stubbornly looked ahead, wanting to keep him guessing. "You gonna tell me? Or should I just take you home to mine?" 

As tempting as that sounded, you were eager to go home and shower. "Coming on a little strong, aren't you, Hargrove?" 

"Suit yourself. I don't offer that to all the girls I meet," he said and clicked his tongue. 

"You'd better not," you said and looked over at him. 

He laughed at that. An actual full laugh that had his shoulders bouncing and his eyes squinting. "You're something, Y/L/N." 

Grinning, you turned to look through the windshield. "Just get me home," you said with a smirk.

『••✎••』

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[justyoursicanon]

I was left in the dark (Till' the light opened up)

And there he goes, Laying in his arms, taking his last few breaths, and his last few words. Before he fell into the darkness. Cold and still. The disguise was long gone as he stared at his son, the destruction, the voices. All of it fading, slowing and distorting down like a record. What if… Spy just held Scout a little longer?

"Mate."

Spy knew what he was implying, he knew that exact tone the night he told the Sniper that single secret he had kept for so long.

But he just couldn't tell the man in front of him the truth.

"Yes, I know. Give us a moment."

It was time, he had to tell the truth. He needed Scout to know before..

"I..."

Just say it. All those insults and other words you've told him from all those days you've worked with him weren't so hard to say. And yet, you couldn't say this to him?

"I'll be right back."

As soon as he stood up and pocketed his disguise kit, he heard the Sniper sigh not too far from him, leaning on the wall for support as he gave him a look. "Don't give me that look bushman, I'm only doing this for his own good." Spy spoke up, low enough for the Sniper to hear, but not enough for Scout.

"Mate, there's outta be a better way to tell him this then just lying to him." The marksman replied, still clutching his continuous bleeding side.

Spy only picked out a single cigarette, the case wide open and the button laying there, ready to be pressed and activate the disguise.

"I've given him too much trouble from the day he was born, having him find out his own father was the man he despised and worked with for the last 5 years unknown is the last thing he would want as his last thought."

He placed the tip of the cigarette into his mouth, blowing out a puff of smoke as he gave the disguise one more glance. "Don't you have something to say to the boy?"

Sniper stayed silent, looking over at Scout, only to see his body getting paler by the second, and his eyes falling ever so slowly.

"We had our moments. But I was bloody glad to be his best friend for so long.."

Spy gave Sniper a single glance as he heard him utter his sentence, he could hear the force in his voice, the faint crack in the end of it, the sad glint in his eye, maybe something even more.

Spy could only sigh as he clicked the button, and smoke surrounded him.

-

"What's new pussycat?"

Spy always had a deep hatred for the man. But not because of his ability to sing, not because of his fame.

But because Scout adored him to the very end.

That when he saw that smile on his son's face, he could only hate the man he was disguised as even more.

"You're stronger then you'll ever know, Jeremy."

Oh how it had been so long since he's ever let that name fall from his mouth.

"I'm proud of you."

"I've always been proud of you." "Son."

He almost lost control of his impression once he saw Scout's smile brighten, and his eyes slowly falling shut.

"Frickin'... Awesome.."

And there he goes, Laying in his arms, taking his last few breaths, and his last few words. Before he fell into the darkness. Cold and still. The disguise was long gone as he stared at his son, the destruction, the voices. All of it fading, slowing down like a record.

Sniper could only stare in despair as he watched the scene happen, having to look away as Scout uttered his last words.

Spy could feel himself shake. his gloved hands sweating, and soaking up the blood of his own son. He could feel his lips tremble as his eyes closed shut to stop the tears from even starting to form.

He couldn't tell him, but that's okay.

He was in pain, but was happy to leave in the arms of someone he loved.

Spy couldn't hold it anymore.

He brought the stiff and cold body of Jeremy closer to his chest, letting the brunette's head fall on his shoulder as he harshly wiped a light tear dropping close to his mask to soak in.

His other hand that was holding Scout's shoulder moved to his blood soaked bandaged hand, and he held it tight. Wishing that the boy would just squeeze back one last time.

Sniper tried to take a step forward, opening his mouth to tell Spy they needed to leave but... He just couldn't. Watching his best friend go with a smile was enough for him. He couldn't let himself break the Spy's sorrow moment.

Spy let another tear drip down and land on his mask to sink in. And he brought his hand to gently pet his son's hair as he muttered softly.

"Goodbye, Mon lapin."

His voice cracked, as he hugged his blooded body tight. Several tears forming in his eyes as they dripped down more and more.

He was gone.

But at least he was happy.

'Cough'

The silence was broken, the chaos not too far ahead fading all around the two men.

The three men.

Spy lifted his head up in a mixture of emotions, his eyes snapping down to glance at Scout's face and..

"Spy...?"

He's alive.

He's alive.

"Spy what.. What the hell are you.."

Spy couldn't move, he couldn't change the position he was in as he stared at Scout's face and the colors returning to his ridiculous expression. The blue hue in his eyes growing brighter as he gains his consciousness.

But suddenly, he was punched between his shoulder and face, and he stumbled back to the wall slightly as he came back to face reality.

"You.. You asshole man!"

He looked back at Scout to see him sit up with his hands supporting himself on the ground. His leg kicking Spy's harshly as he weakly pointed at his chest. "You-.. Out of all people, had to go and dress up as Tom Jones and lie about being my DAD!"

Spy could hear the rage in his broken voice, one tone away from screaming at him like he wasn't dead a minute ago.

He watched as Scout got closer to him, and punched his shoulder again. Before his hand laid flat there, and he..

He hugged him.

"You freakin' liar Spy... Just had to do that asshole of a move to me while I was dyin'..."

Spy was beyond confused. Why isn't Scout screaming at him more? Beating him to the ground in anger, why was he hugging him out of all the possibilities he thought of?

Even Sniper was confused, left in a state of shock as soon as Scout spoke and threw a punch at his father.

"..Ma always said you left for a reason."

Oh.

"...She said you were tryna protect us.."

Scout looked up at him, his pale and broken expression, turning into a relieved and joyful smile as tears formed in his eyes.

"I'm so freakin' glad you were with me this whole time..!"

He laughed happily as he brought Spy in another hug, using whatever energy he had left in him to crush the man in utter confusion.

Spy was speechless, what was he feeling? Relief that he was okay and alive? Saddened and furious that he wasted a special moment and disguise?

Or happy that he finally met his son after all these years, and the outcome being better then the worst?

Spy could care less and hugged Scout back with an unusual laugh of his own, his hand gripping his son's blooded back as the other petted his hair as if he was going to fade in his arms again.

Sniper watched it with a growing smile of relief, sighing as he too was surprised by the Scout's reaction. But was glad that Spy didn't die next from a punch, and that his best friend was given another chance like him.

The End ^^

[fishbaitslime]

Princess and Sandstorm for hypokits? 👀

“Sandstorm … the forest isn’t my home.”

“I’m there! Fireheart’s there, your nieces! What do the housefolk have that you won’t find in Thunderclan?”

Sandstorm and Princess met way later than Fireheart in canon would’ve found his sister, I think somewhere around the time of the new prophecy. Sandstorm would also become leader much later, probably either during the great journey or afterwards. They at first were pretty stand-offish to each-other, princess being in search of her brother originally- but they slowly became friends and eventually falling for each-other.

Once the clans learn they have to leave, Sandstorm immediately races to tell Princess and beg her to join the clan so they may be together. Princess is unsure, she never had dreams of being a warrior like her brother- which Sandstorm assures her there are much more relaxed roles within the clan that Princess could take up. Despite the reassurance, she isn’t sure, and asks Sandstorm to retrieve her on the morning they leave- just 3 days after this conversation she’ll have her answer then.

Sandstorm shows up, and waits. She waits as long as she can, Fireheart eventually (gently) telling her it’s time to leave. As they do, Princess frantically scrambles over her fence with a panicked “Wait-!” her collar, having been torn and dirtied by her trying to tear it off through the night, finally shattering as she comes to stand before her mate and family. “I’m sorry, I was trying to impress you with a big entrance- fancy, like the stories my mother told me…” She almost looked embarrassed, “I’ve made my decision.”

princess then becomes a permanent queen and spends her days with her wife and helping raise kittens :0) i also think this is apart of the fireraven au!! read my hypokit stuff for that if u wish <3

FLUFFYBELLY is a bit different from his canon counter part but also not. I think he’s born on the great journey, and kind’ve yearns for the traveling life of his kithood- replacing his kittypet desires for more of loner/rouge desires. He is still very jovial and silly- also a bit spoiled as a kit :P his moms wouldve, and did, give him anything he asked for. They just loved him sooo much. He still had his kinda weird teenage phase where he would run off from the clans, this time hanging out with the rouges that lurk around the clan territory. This is how he gains his disbelief in starclan, i think eventually getting his ass beat at some point which makes him realized that clan cats aren’t the only bitches who b fighting lol. he then settles back into his clan life pretty easily!

requests for warrior cat hypokits are open!

[fallenclan]

"The mountain?" Despite his shock, Jattelik tried his best to keep his voice down. Sylvester and Donny were toddling around a few fox-lengths away, and Jattelik didn't want to frighten them.

"A group of cats lives in the mountain, and their land is plentiful and well protected. Our kits will be safe there," Toro replied gently, in that soft but resolute manner of hers.

I can keep you safe, Jattelik wanted to protest. Instead, he asked: "When?"

"Soon. In a few days, at most." Toro paused, her gaze filled with a mixture of sorrow and pity. "You could always come with, Jattelik."

Jattelik's silence was answer enough. Toro had always longed for a community; she thrived when surrounded by other cats, while Jattelik had always been a recluse. After a few heartbeats, Jattelik finally murmured, "Will you visit?"

"Of course. I'll even bring Sylvester and Donny with, once they're old enough to-"

"No."

"What?"

Jattelik took a steadying breath. The air was fresh, the trees revived after a long leafbare and a shorter newleaf. The faint melody of birdsong coupled with the sun's forgiving warmth seemed to lend strength to Jattelik as he spoke. "I don't want our kits to grow up torn between two worlds. It would be better for them to forget about me, to grow up as true mountain cats."

"Are you sure?" Toro's voice was a bare whisper, as if afraid to speak such a future into existence.

"I'm certain."

...

Toro's visits became less frequent each moon. Jattelik didn't mind, so long as Toro continued visiting him.

She regaled him with tales of her new home and stories about the clan she now lived with ("FallenClan," they were called).

She told him about the fine cats their kits had grown into. Silverbelly, a skilled healer with a mate and kits of her own. Dawnshine, a noble warrior with pawsteps as silent as the mist ("Just like you, Jattelik."). Dawnshine was in love with a golden tom who Toro believed would be his mate one day ("Soon," she stated decisively).

Their kits had taken clan names. At first, Jattelik had been bothered. The thought that the names he and Toro had so painstakingly chosen had been tossed aside in such a flippant manner upset him.

It made sense to Jattelik, now. His kits had new names for a new life. Their old names had been left behind with Jattelik, never to be used again.

...

The visits stopped abruptly.

A few moons later, Sparrow came into Jattelik's life. She was shaken, badly injured, and Jattelik nursed her back to health.

Sparrow was kind and thoughtful and funny. Her friendship filled the void Toro's absence had left. As the days went by, Jattelik thought of her less and less. It seemed obvious to Jattelik: Toro had outgrown him. She was happy, and no longer needed him. Jattelik didn't mind. In fact, he was glad of it. Toro didn't need him holding her back.

It was only when Sparrow revealed the reason for her injuries that Jattelik's illusions were shattered. Her former rogue group, attacking FallenClan. A FallenClan patrol attacking Sparrow, mistakening thinking she had been a part of the violence.

Many cats on both sides died in the attack. There was a real possiblity that Toro was dead. That their kits were dead.

At first, Jattelik had wanted to barge into FallenClan's camp and demand to see Toro, but he knew this would accomplish nothing (except peace of mind, perhaps). Most likely, he would be killed if he tried anything.

So Jattelik went on with his life, letting Sparrow's warmth chase away the shadows that the possiblity of Toro's death had cast.

...

Sparrow had finally agreed to move into Jattelik's den, permanently. The rotten log wasn't much, but it was warm and sheltered. They were both getting older, far older than when they had first met. Living together, sharing a home, it would be easier to look out for each other.

Occasionally, that strange tom, Otterslip, would visit. He would bring a few pieces of prey, say a few words, and then leave.

Sparrow had warmed up to him after a few visits, but Jattelik still didn't trust him. Neither did Shimmer, another loner who lived nearby ("I ain't never gonna trust no mountain cat. They got violence in their veins, ya see."). Kite was sympathetic to the tom, but still kept her distance. Lee had disappeared many moons ago, and Bristle more recently. Both had presumedly gone off to join FallenClan.

It took many visits for Jattelik to finally ask Otterslip the question that had been eating at him.

"Did you know Toro?"

The flash of grief in Otterslip's gaze, so brief one could easily miss it, told Jattelik what he needed to know.

"How did it happen?" the old tom asked, tail drooping. Sparrow pressed against him, a silent gesture of comfort. Her fur was as soft as cottondown, reminding Jattelik of his mother's belly.

"A group of rogues attacked FallenClan's camp, years ago. She died fighting." Otterslip's gaze grew distant, as if lost in some distant time. "How did you know Toro?"

"She was my mate, once," Jattelik admitted. "What happened to Silverbelly and Dawnshine? Are they all right?"

Otterslip's gaze sharpened, grounded in reality once more. "Dawnshine died with Toro."

"And Silverbelly?" Jattelik pressed, feeling his heart sink.

Otterslip's willowly tail lashed, his expression morphing into something almost baleful. "She's perfectly fine."

Jattelik bristled, hissing. "Why'd you say it like that?"

Otterslip's demeanor became neutral once more, guarded. "She's fine," he reaffirmed. Before Jattelik could offer a retort, Otterslip continued, "You know, Toro had a second litter of kits. They look quite like you."

To Jattelik, Sparrow's soft inhale of air was deafening. "What?" he whispered.

"Four of them," Otterslip went on. Jattelik could feel his breath faltering. Why hadn't Toro told him? Even as the question came to him, Jattelik knew the answer: she hadn't wanted to cause him any more pain. If she had told him, Jattelik would either have joined FallenClan to be with her or continued to live as a loner, knowing he was missing out on raising his kits for the second time in his life. Either way, he would be unhappy.

"Can you tell us about them?" It was Sparrow who asked, as Jattelik was trembling too hard to think straight.

"Okay." Otterslip settled down, paws tucked beneath him as he began to speak. "Goosewing died in the attack with Toro and Dawnshine. He was cheerful, and loud, yet surprisingly quiet when he wanted to be. He used to delight in sneaking up on cats.

"Then there's Moonstep. They've always been... opinionated. I never really knew them well."

Jattelik listened with wide eyes. Goosewing. Moonstep. He repeated the names to himself silently, as if ingraining them in his mind forever.

"I was close with Hailcrash." Otterslip hesitated for what seemed like an eternity before continuing. "I was her mentor."

"Mentor?" Sparrow prompted.

"Yes. In clans, every young cat is assigned a mentor to train them in the ways of the clan. Hailcrash fell behind in her training due to an injury, but she recovered and went on to become a warrior. She's actually FallenClan's deputy, now." Before Sparrow could ask, Otterslip clarified, "A deputy acts as a secondary leader. They aid the current leader and are next in line for leadership. Deputies have special obligations as well, but I won't get into that. Toro was a deputy once, too."

Jattelik blinked slowly. Hailcrash. Deputy. He waited for Otterslip to continue, but the tom began to stand, as if getting ready to leave.

"Wait," Jattelik snapped, leaping to his paws as well. "You said there were four. Tell me about the last one."

Otterslip's lip peeled back into a scowl. "Stormsight. He fell off a cliff and died."

"What else?" Jattelik demanded, desparate. Otterslip couldn't leave now, not when Jattelik still had so many other questions.

"He was a medicine cat--a healer. He was arrogant." Jattelik opened his mouth to argue but Otterslip interrupted. "I'm done talking now. Don't follow me." With that, the tom slinked off into the forest.

Mutely, Jattelik sat down again. "Do you want to follow him?" Sparrow questioned.

"No." Jattelik sighed, tail wrapping tightly around his paws. "Pressing him won't do any good."

"Are you going to visit FallenClan?"

"Maybe." The idea frightening Jattelik. "Maybe not. I don't know. For now, can we just... rest? It's dusk out already and-"

"Okay." Sparrow pressed her head into Jattelik's shoulder, smiling fondly. "Let's discuss this in the morning, all right?"

"Okay. In the morning."

-🐉 (my take on toro and jattelik's relationship!)

OHHJHH MY GOD HOLY SHIT!!!!(( DRAGON I LOVE THIS SM THIS IS SO CANON AUGHHHHH!!! your writing is absolutely SPECTACULAR I'm obsessed

[bigwishes]

I would wish to find a bag of rugby kit. I’m approaching my 30s, perhaps I should take playing back up again, or see how it fits.

Oh mate, easy done, you could have always just gone down to your local club and pinched a uniform and started played, but you wanted the magic way so we can do it the magic way.

You find yourself in the changing room of a rugby club, it smells of man musk so bad it makes your eyes water. Don't try asking me for a kit you wanted to find one so start lookin.

Ah, I see you've found a kit, probably left by a club goer, maybe you could join the club too, we'll see how you like it.

Sure the kit smells awful but thats what you get for using someone else's stuff, I hope none of the blokes on the field don't recognise who it belongs to because that might spell trouble. You wouldn't want to get bashed by big ass rugby lads, but its fine, the only identifying mark you can find is a name written on the tag "Goliath". Well no one can see the name on the tag it'll be fine.

You can hear the blokes on the field yelling as you walk out, it sure looks competitive for a casual game and the blokes seem to be tackling the shit out of each other harder than you expected, but no turning back now they're all eyeing you to get your ass over on the field so they can keep playing. You head over nervous, but a lil excited. You join the line up and everything is quite for a moment and you hear whistle blow.

"okay, casual game, no pre-"

before you could finish your thought you were slammed in a pile of rugby blokes.

You feel something start to grow,

"fuck" you think to yourself "please don't let that be a boner"

But it wasn't, well you definitely had one, but that's not what was growing. In between the guys your body starts to grow, you thighs fill out into strong muscular legs like that of a pro player, you chest inflates with muscle and a layer of fat and hair begins to cover your whole body. The chaos ended and you see the club coach come over and start yelling at some of the players but you finally notice what happened to you.

"W-what the fuck happend to me"

You had to get off the field your uniform was tight around your new massive body, and you feel the weight of your new package straining against the fabric, it was a hot experience and you notice your boner start to come back, but, the game was so fun, maybe just 15 more minutes.

You keep playing for a few hours before being told to get off the field, most guys had gone home and the club coach tells you to pack it in as actual players will be arriving soon.

Walking off to the change rooms you cannot believe what happened, you got a second wind in life, and a club that's fun to play at. You can't wait to come back tomorrow after work.

Staring at the mirror you smile at the new you, but something is wrong, a ringing in your ears. Your head is fucking killing you like 16 years worth of concussions all hit at once. Stumbling forward your head smashes into the mirror cracking it. Correcting your stance you stare in the broken mirror and feel the same sensation of growth again. Watching yourself you notice as your new body continues to fill out with mass and start to get taller. The kit stretches over your body making the jersey look like a crop top. Drool begins to form in the corner of your mouth and drip down to your chin. The club uniform begins to smell clean as it seeps into your skin. Your pours erupt with sweat and stench 20x worse than what the uniform ever was and the headache starts to subside.

Two men walk into the changing room, one being the club coach and another a tall clean cut guy in a suit.

"and this bloke right 'er is a big fella we call Goliath"

you look at them trying to come up with words but all that comes out is "I-I-I-m-m- me- me big" lifting your meaty hand your sloppily whip the drool off your chin and smear it on your cheek.

"yeah, big guy ain't go no brains up there, but he's built like a brick shit 'ouse"

"Alright Tim, we'll buy him, I'll give you $50k for this one"

"FUCK YEAH JOHN, 'ell be a great player for ya"

"how do you keep fining these players"

"ya know me john, I got the magic touch"

They keep talking but you cant figure out the business talk, you just stupidly blink and keep drooling. The next thing you know you are on a bus with a bunch of other players arriving at a stadium with a roaring crowd.

Sorry mate, unlucky, the coach of the club wished he could sell players to the pro teams, so I gave him a bunch of cursed uniforms. Most of them didn't do too much from a size up and enslaving them to the pro team that bought them, they could still be themselves, just forced to be pro players. You on the other hand stumbled on the Goliath kit and well now look at you.

7ft tall brick wall rugby machine!

well, you did say you want to play more so get out there and have fun boys!

[kaityisnthere]

What if The Three were Raised in WindClan instead of ThunderClan?

This idea isn't originally mine, i saw someone on DA a few years back with an au like this, and the idea only came back to me recently. i couldn't find the original artist. But here's my version of the AU idea and how the story would change.

Leafpool of course is pregnant with Crowfeather's Kits, and she is paranoid about the clan finding out about her pregnancy. And this is after she just cut off her relationship with Crow.

Leaf then talks to Squirrelflight about this and asks for her sister's help. Squirrel tells her that she can't take her sister's kits because how she was already struggling to have kits of her own. Having just delivered a litter of stillborns just a half-moon ago.

Leafpool then desperately looks elsewhere for answers. She was starting to show signs of her pregnancy and was running out of time.

That was till she Met Nightcloud at the WindClan border. The warrior was also showing signs of pregnancy. And from the last gathering, she knew that Nightcloud and Crowfeather had become mates. And it stings a little that Crowfeather moved on so quickly from her. But she thinks that possibly- the she-cat could help.

Leafpool tries to start a friendly conversation with her, but the WindClan queen doesn't seem interested. She was about to leave when Leafpool bursts out that shes pregnant with Crowfeathers kits.

Nightcloud says she's lying, but leafpool shows her otherwise. They were about the same time along, meaning that Crowfeather had been seeing them Both around the same time. Nightcloud feeling betrayed and hurt by this asks what Leafpool wants from her.

Leafpool says that she needs help, and that she can't keep her kits in ThunderClan. And asks Nightcloud if she would take them back to WindClan where they would be with their father, and didn't have to risk them finding out she was their mother.

Bitter, Nightcloud was about to refuse, but she remembers that Barkface had told her that her pregnacy was one of higher risk. And she was mad at Crowfeather for lying to her and his clan again.

She agrees to take the Kits as her own.

Leafpool and Nightcloud then come up with a plan to leave for a moon and come back after the kits were born. Both she-cats help each other during their births, Nightclouds was hard to get through. Leafpool almost lost the black-furred queen.

But She survived, But only one of her kits made it through the night. She named him Breezekit, after the breeze that came after he was born.

Leafpool gave birth to three kits, which she named Lionkit, Jaykit, and Hollykit.

And soon after they were born, Leafpool left. As much as it hurt, and Despite Nightcloud asking if she wanted to say goodbye to them. Leafpool says she said goodbye to the chance of having a family long ago.

So she left. Leaving Nightcloud to walk back to WindClan with all four kits alone. Which is how she planned to travel back anyways.

When Nightcloud returns home, she is checked over, and given proper care and food. And she settles down with her new kittens, mourning the ones she lost, but knowing that she is doing the right thing by taking in Leafpools kits. and this is basically how the au starts, I will probbaly elaborate more later on, but I never really thought about a full plot yet. Just the concept of the whole thing. Hope you enjoyed!

[lichenclan]

i Am so down to hear the clans lore dump that lore on me 👀

Thank you so much for enabling me I really appreciate it <3

Lichenclan are actually the stragglers of a former clan called Creekclan. There were a few clans living in the general area (Lichenclan's neighbors are Bayclan, Dancingclan, Waspclan, Thrushclan, and Dryclan) (I might delete one of those because that's so much), but none of them really bothered to interfere with each other as much. So when Creekclan's leader, Firstar, started receiving false visions from a Dark Forest cat, no one outside of her own clan noticed.

Firstar was convinced that it was Starclan speaking to her, and so she hung on every word she was told. She exiled the clan's sole healer, Olivetuft, after learning that she was expecting kits. She was convinced that Starclan wanted her to disband the clan, or else terrible things would happen. In the middle of the night, she called a clan meeting and declared that Creekclan would be no more. Firstar's mate and deputy, Eveningstorm, left with her. The remnants of Creekclan had no leadership.

Former clanmates went their separate ways, losing their sense of comradery when prey became hard to find and herbs became a limited resource. Many cats left the territories altogether to become rogues or kittypets, while some sought asylum in their neighboring clans.

Pinefoot was one of the warriors who refused to let go of the clan. He had an immature insistence that they could band together and sort out leadership on their own, but his former clanmates didn't share the same ideals, and he was chased out of any small group he found. He ended up just outside the twolegplace, where he met with his former clanmate Lichenheart, who had settled into life as a kittypet and was expecting kits of her own. His pathetic nature convinced Lichenheart to help him out.

While living with Lichenheart's twolegs, Pinefoot began to have visions of starry-furred cats in the yard outside, leading him in the direction of the woods. After a moon of this, Pinefoot told Lichenheart that he believed Starclan was trying to tell him something. With her litter just around the corner, Lichenheart was reluctant to leave, but she trusted Pinefoot.

The starry-furred cats led Pinefoot and Lichenheart to a pine forest, specifically to a sunken clearing surrounded by a natural protection of brambles and stones. Pinefoot believed that Starclan had showed the two of them a new camp where Creekclan could be reborn. The new camp was put to the test when, a few nights later, Lichenheart had a single kit. She named him Rushkit, her formal commitment to starting this new clan with Pinefoot.

Pinefoot believed that, although Starclan had showed him the camp, Lichenheart should be leader. She was more responsible than him, and had trained an apprentice in Creekclan. Lichenheart planned to travel to the Moongrove and receive her nine lives when she'd recovered from giving birth, but her condition continued to worsen, turning into greencough.

Pinefoot searched the territory for any cat that had healing skills. He stumbled upon the den of Olivetuft and her newborn daughter, Berry. He pleaded with her to come treat Lichenheart, but by the time they made it back to camp, Olivetuft knew there was nothing more she could do except make Lichenheart's last few days painless. She was the first cat buried in Lichenclan's graveyard.

Olivetuft and Pinefoot traveled to the Moongrove together to speak with Starclan. They gave Pinefoot nine lives and his new name, Pinestar, and entrusted him with the infancy of this new clan. He was officially a leader of something new - Pinestar, Olivetuft, Rushkit, and Berrykit. He named the clan Lichenclan, in honor of his friend.

Eventually, the rest of the founders wandered into Pinestar's life and stayed in the clan. I could get into all of their histories, but then this post would be even longer than it is, haha. But after all that....well, the rest is history!

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You mentioned that Hare idolized his father, how did he react to Darktail? Onestar dies before Dark comes so I can see him denying anything he says. How would his siblings and mom react? Would Whitetail tell them the truth about their half brother. Also with Onestar dead, would Dark be dissipointed that his dad is dead and he couldnt confront him himself?

Onestar's entire family explodes hearing of his relationship with a kittypet and his secret son who he abandoned. I really wanted Onestar to face scorn rather than Whitetail instantly forgiving him like she did in Onestar's Confession. On one hand he did end the relationship before pursuing his relationship with Whitetail fully in this rewrite, yet he never told her of Smoke or Darktail specifically and his relations to them. He truly did walk out on them.

Harespring is a new warrior when Darktail's parentage is revealed, as Darktail's first appearance is during Po3 in this AU. He's a member of Sol's group who come to the forest and are the antagonistic group the original 12 overcome prior to The Dark Forest's onslaught. Sol's group, and therefore Darktail, are driven out when SkyClan finally arrives and their history with the group allows them to outsmart the rogues.

But back to Harespring. He is incredibly shaken when he learns his father, the great Onestar who fought against his own clanmates for the sake of preserving his right to leadership, and bravely stood to make WindClan stronger - would have a secret like that. Learning he has a whole half brother, that said brother had been abandoned by Onestar, and that the father he knew was... a coward. A coward who ran out on his family. It wasn't like the brave and strong cat Harespring believed his father to be.

Heatherpaw, who has her ceremony delayed due to her disobeying her father and sneaking off to investigate the rogue camp alongside Breezepaw, feels very broken and ashamed. Darktail's words to her... about how she stole the life he could've had... and seeing his face. She knew it to be true - that Darktail was her brother. She's angry with her father, bitter that he would do something like that, and holds it against him far longer than Harespring does.

Kestrelpaw is absent when the secret is revealed, still traveling with SkyClan, but upon his return, he learns of who Darktail is. Being the most gentle, kind, and understanding of his siblings, he is incredibly soft on his father. Using his power Perspective, Kestrelpaw sees the sorrow in Onestar's heart, and this makes it easier to forgive him. He understands the hurt his family experiences, and attempts to be a peacemaker, though that has his ups and downs for him.

Whitetail refuses to speak to her mate for some time. She can't understand, after everything they had been through together, that he couldn't tell her the truth. And to abandon his son? Imagining Onestar abandoning their own kits just made Whitetail angry. Onestar does everything in his power to make it up to her, but it takes a lot of time to rebuild.