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Found: Samhain Special

MWAHAHAHAHA! Shenanigans shall be had on this night, as Audrey has hatched a plan filled with fright! Her grandpup's feelings are plain to see, yet speaking them aloud has proven not to be easy. His crush clearly feels the same way, yet Aiko too is under a blushing silent sway. So into the Maze Grandmaw shall send the pre-teens, with traps and ambushes crafted to bring screams. Alone the two shall finally confess, and surely nothing could turn this all into one big mess?

And so my favorite holiday is almost upon us! The weather is cooling off, scary movies are becoming more prevalent, costumes, pumpkins, and candy galore! This year, I decided to make a special side-story with my favorite time of year in mind! I hope that you enjoy it!

Found (Samhain Special)

Elite Shade

"Okay, so with time to spare, we'll have finished dropping off all the collected recyclables to the recycling center and can then head on over to the Hunter Ranch to help Marcus and his family with their haunted corn maze," Travis said while scribbling in a notebook. "Any questions?" He was dressed in his Ranger Scout uniform, beaming at the rest of his friends who were sitting in their usual meeting spot in the forest clearing.

Ty was wearing an orange hoodie, a purple streak in his headfur that matched the purple streak going down the side of his black shorts. He was laying on a stump on his back, staring up at the sky. "Shouldn't it be called a Haunted Maize Maze?" he asked, earning a snicker from Lizzy. The grizzly was wearing a green t-shirt and jeans. She reached down to ruffle his headfur, much to the much smaller mammal's annoyance. "Also, why again is the Haunted Maze being set up and tested now? It's two weeks until Samhain."

Marcus chimed in. "Accordin' ta Grandmaw, it's so that we can test some new things we're tryin' this year. This way, by the time Samhain arrives, we'll know if somethin' works 'r doesn't, and have a chance ta fix 'em." His Meadowlands accent had become more pronounced, taking after his father.

Lizzy then raised a massive paw. "OH! I actually have to help with the bakery, so I'm gunna be a little late getting to the haunted house."

"That's okay, Lizzy, I remembered and factored it in," Travis said. The deer buck looked over to Mina, who nodded before straightening her white skirt and blouse. The goat girl cleared her throat before speaking.

"I would like to say that Ty and I were successful in putting up the posters and handing out the flyers advertising the Ranger Scout Charity Haunted House. Not just here in the North Meadowlands, but also down in the Southern Meadowlands too! Based on the interest garnered, it's looking like this year's Samhain will be even better than last year's!"

"I can't wait to see what the corn maze looks like," Aiko said as she fiddled with her white and orange-striped scarf. She was wearing a white coat with a pink skirt and black leggings. Setting her paw down, she quickly pulled it back after touching Marcus' hand, the two looking away and blushing.

"Uhm, y-yeah," Marcus stammered a bit, choosing to move the discussion along. He heard Ty snicker but ignored it and pressed on. "Helpin' out makin' it with Grandmaw and Grandpaw, it looks purdy impressive in the daytime. My aunts 'n uncles are visitin' ta help out decoratin' it and settin' up the scares. Grandmaw made me promise not to go a-peekin' as she wanted it ta be a surprise fer me as well as the pups comin' ta explore it, so I'm excited to see what it'll look like too." He was wearing his favorite coat, the tiger-themed one, along with a black long-sleeved shirt underneath, and his blue jeans.

"It was real nice for her to invite us to participate in the Hunter Family tradition," Travis said, covering his muzzle to hide his chuckle at seeing Marcus and Aiko's reaction.

"Anyone else think she sounded kinda insistent about it?" Ty asked, sitting up to look at the others.

Marcus blushed and started to rub the back of his head. "Yeah, I think my Grandmaw was just bein' super enthusiastic 'bout me havin' ma friends over fer the tradition..."

Meanwhile...

"Alright, girls," Audrey said, looking at her (mostly) unofficial daughter's in law, all of whom, Malcolm counted in their number, were assembled before the older she-wolf. "So the plan is a simple one. We send in Marcus and his friends on a 'test run', where we'll use different traps and such ta get him and Aiko separated from the rest of their group and alone together. That way the two of them can talk while in a spooky settin'. A few jumpscares in the dusk should have them clingin' ta each other. And then, hopefully, that will be enough ta get them talkin' ta each other about their feelin's and put a stop ta this silly blushin'-crushin' once and fer all." Audrey beamed happily at her plan, while most of the Hunter gals smiled excitedly.

Vanna, however, was pinching the bridge of her nose. "I still cannot believe that you talked me into doing this to my son," she said.

"Aw, c'mon Kit-Kat," Ada said, leaning over to sling an arm around Vanna's shoulder. "Dose two clearly likes each udda, but instead of doin' somethin' about it, dey's just dancin' around it."

"Actually, I agree with Vanna," Dawn said. She was patting her still-swollen belly, a little jealous that Vanna and Audrey no longer had to worry about being pregnant. Her doctor said that soon she might have to go on bed-rest. As it was, her job in this scheme was mainly watching over her new little niece and her brand new sisters-in-law. She looked up at Giselle, who had already put on part of her Alarmhead costume.

The giraffe had two plastic cones hanging on her neck, fixed in place attached to a third cone around her head made to look like speakers. She was going to put on a skin-tight outfit with some fake lanky arms ending in claws that she would fit her hooves into to operate. There was even going to be a speaker hooked up to her phone to blare a siren when she would start chasing someone in the maze. "Giselle, your costume is gunna look wonderfully spooky! Now, yer primary job during the test run is ta keep track of where Marcus and Aiko are in the maze, and relay that information ta the rest of us," Audrey said, causing the giraffe to give her a salute.

"I won't letcha down, Audrey," she said, her cockney voice sounding a bit tinny due to the cone. "I even got m'self some stilts to make me taller so I can see even more."

"Oh, uh, Giselle, are ya sure that that will be alright?" Malcolm asked, sounding a bit worried. "What if ya tripped and fell?" Giselle waved a dismissive hoof at his concerns.

"I'll be just fine. My long legs are already practically stilts as it is, this'll be no different." The other Hunter girls gave each other sidelong glances, choosing not to voice what they were thinking.

"Malcolm, Qali, and Honey, you three will be laying in wait in the scheduled locations. You'll close off areas behind the pups, trying to get Marcus and Aiko separated from the others."

Qali jumped up and down in excitement, she was dressed as a zombie, with some fake blood painted dribbling down her chin. "This is gunna be so much fun and just so cute!"

She was caught by the hood of her gray hoodie by Ada, who was dressed as a Zoodoo priestess, complete with white skull face paint.

"Easy 'dere, fluff for brains! We haven't even started yet. Also, remembah what happened last year? When youse ran around dat maze and ended up gettin' all tangled up in some strings of lights?"

The arctic vixen crossed her arms and pouted. "That was totally not my fault! It was dark out!"

"Dose lights was lit up and bright orange. Anyone coulda seen them a mile away," Ada said with a chuckle, seeing Qali stick her tongue out in response. Honey's costume was that of a faceless monk in a robe, with symbols in gold running down the sleeves. "The chances of the plan working aren't great. But it's still worth a shot."

"That actually does remind me, Ada, Vanna, while ya two will also be helpin' ta scare the pups and assist the others, y'all are ta be on the lookout fer Zach. If he catches wind of this plan, he will try ta disrupt it."

Vanna briefly considered letting him, until she remembered that Zach would blow things way out of proportion and possibly scare off Aiko and maybe even Marcus' friends. She sighed, as that was how Audrey was able to convince her in the first place. She wasn't wearing a costume, instead wearing a black sweater and jeans, in order to stealthily stalk from within the corn itself. She looked to Audrey and nodded.

"I just don't feel right about this," Vanna said. "They should just talk to each other about their feelings when they're ready."

"And they will. We're just givin' them a little help to do it, that's all," Audrey said, giving the tigress a hug. Vanna still looked uncomfortable but returned the hug no less. Audrey let go and then turned to address Dawn, who was sitting in a lawn chair next to a playpen set up with her little girls and her newest grandpup, Rose, set in it, playing with some soft toys. The ewe was wearing an orange maternity dress with a green smiling jack-o-lantern face over her large belly.

"Now, Dawn'll be in charge of lookin' after the girls." The ewe cooed as she reached in to tickle Rose, the little tiger/wolf hybrid squealing in delight as she looked around with excited and curious yellow eyes. She was wearing a purple onesie with a smiling ghost on it. Her orange and black-striped fur was fluffed out, her short canid snout twitching as she took in different smells on the breeze. Rose's long skinny tail that ended in a fluffy tuft swish-wagged, thumping on the floor of the playpen. Next to her was Sadie, who was starting to whimper at getting some dirt, somehow, on her paw. The tiny black pup tried chewing on a red stacking ring to calm down. Over in one corner of the playpen was Rachel, dressed in an orange and purple shirt and denim overalls. The little gray wolf's tail was wagging as she watched a grasshopper hop by, reaching out her tiny paws, as if trying to get to it. And over in the other corner was Quinnley, wearing a black and red onesie. She sucked on a binky while looking at the latch to the playpen. She grinned happily and mischievously, her white and black-splotched fur being tousled by a gentle breeze.

"These pups won't be going anywhere," Dawn said with confidence, keeping an eye on Quinnley, the little troublemaker known for stealing things like wallets to chew on or somehow put into a toilet, and for attempted escapes from her crib and playpens.

"Now the boys're setting up the decorations and such, so try ta keep an eye out and not run into them or anythang like that. They know about the plan tonight and will not interfere, except of course fer Zach and Ully."

"Wait, where are those two?" Malcolm asked. He was dressed in an apron with fake blood on it, holding a rubber meat cleaver in his paw.

"I decided ta keep them preoccupied. In Zach's case, I had Dori take him on a wild goose chase."

At that moment...

"Geeze, Pa, I thought I really had him that time!" Zach said while sitting in the passenger seat of his father's cruiser, the older law wolf presently driving and chuckling to himself. He looked over at his son, whose uniform was torn in several places, with some fresh scratches on his muzzle, and white feathers stuck to him.

"Well, we're still on his trail. When we get to the Howlson's farm, you can try again," Dori said. Zach narrowed his eyes as he stared at the wild goose nicknamed Goliath that had gotten loose from the Flattail's Ranch.

"Oh I'm gunna catch 'im, don't you worry about that Pa," he said, a look of determination on his muzzle.

Also at that moment...

"Hiya, Ully, whatcha got there?" Vernon asked, Lily and Alice riding on his shoulders while Trevor walked behind him, carrying a milk crate with plastic skeleton pieces in it.

The nervous-looking black wolf with the streak of pink in his headfur looked at his brother and shrugged.

"It's a bucket of sand. Mama told me to hold it and not spill any of it, as it was gunna be super important later tonight. She didn't tell me why though," Ulric said.

"What do ya think the sand will be fer, Daddy?" Lily asked. She was dressed as a princess with a sheriff's hat and badge, as well as a holstered toy tranq gun. Alice was dressed as a ballerina in a pink leotard and tutu. Trevor's costume was similar to Aunt Honey's, in that he was dressed in the robes of a cultist that worshiped an ancient eldritch god. Needless to say, the little black lamb's costume made Ulric very nervous.

"Oh I'm sure it will be a surprise," Vernon said with a chuckle, continuing on with what he and his pups were doing, giving his brother a wave. "Keep up that good work, Ully."

Later...

As the early evening settled in, with the shadows growing longer and a chill hanging in the air, the sun began dipping towards the horizon. Marcus stood with his friends, having been dropped off by Travis' parents, at the opening to the corn maze. In the growing gloom, it was already looking different than it had in the daylight. More sinister and mysterious.

"Thank you pups so much fer helpin' us out with this trial run," Audrey said, dressed like a witch in a pointed black hat and robes, the hemline of which ended just below the older she-wolf's knees. Her tail was wagging, a warm smile on her muzzle as she looked at the pups. "Now we were thinkin' of y'all enterin' in groups of two and waitin' fer a beat before sendin' in the next pairin'."

"I think I get it," Travis chimed in with a grin. Audrey's ears perked up, concerned that their scheme had been figured out. "This way, one pair goes in one direction with another going in another. From here I can see three paths we can pick from." Audrey internally sighed while she nodded to the buck.

"That's right, sweetie," she said, pointing into the maze. "There's already quite a few tricks and traps and scares set up, with my boys and girls settin' up more as we speak. So instead of goin' alone, in pairs we can see how the different initial paths work out, and not have to worry about someone gettin' lost alone."

"This is going to be a lot of fun!" Mina said, clapping her hooves while Ty just rolled his eyes.

"So who's going with who?" the raccoon asked, trying to look disinterested, but his striped tail kept twitching, which Marcus had learned meant he was excited. Ty let out a shrill yelp as he was scooped up and plopped onto Lizzy's head.

"There, now we got you acting as a lookout, and if we have to run, I don't have to worry about you lagging behind," Lizzy giggled as Ty took ahold of some locks of her dyed white fauxhawk. The young grizzly bear was raring to go. Without another word, she charged straight in with Ty yelping again, the two heading straight down the middle path. Audrey and Aiko both giggled at that.

"And there they go," Travis said with a chuckle. He turned to his three remaining friends. "So who else will be pairing up? Should we keep it boy/girl? Or maybe to shake things up, have me and Marcus as a pair and Aiko and Mina as another?" Audrey's breath caught in her throat. They did have a contingency plan if that was the case, but it would be harder to pull off.

"I think with my sense of direction, if Mina and I were left alone together to try and find our way through, we'd somehow end up in the Nocturnal District," Aiko said, laughing and rubbing the back of her head. "No offense to you, Mina." "None taken," the goat girl said. "I can get lost on my way to my closet in my own room."

"Well then, Aiko, you can ride on my shoulders, if you'd like, and you can use my horns to hold onto for support," Travis offered.

"Thanks, but I really feel like walking."

"Alright then, it's settled," Audrey said, clapping her paws together. "Travis shall go with Mina, and Marcus and Aiko will couple up." Hearing that, Marcus and Aiko both started to blush. They looked at each other, before looking away.

"S-sounds good to me," Marcus said.

"Same!" Aiko, despite the wind, wiped her forehead.

"In that case, how about we flip a coin to decide which pair goes where?" Travis said, pulling out a quarter. "Heads goes left, tails goes right?" With the other three agreeing, he flipped the coin. Mina called it and soon she and Travis were walking into the maze, taking an immediate left. Marcus and Aiko followed them in, taking a right. With the pups out of sight, Audrey breathed a sigh of relief. "They even took the right path. Everything is going according to plan," Audrey said, her tail wagging faster.

Elsewhere...

"I toldja I'd catch 'im this time, Pa!" Zach excitedly held up a squirming and honking burlap sack. "Now we can head on home and help out with the maze!"

"Uh... that's great, Son," Dorian said, scratching his head, having figured that it would have taken Zach much longer to catch Goliath, what with the goose's reputation for being crafty during its many escapades. He was trying to think of a reason why they couldn't just go home as Zach carried the sack over to the farmhouse, having ended up right back at where they had started the chase through many twists and turns.

"Oh boy, I told Auddey that this was gunna go screwball on us," he mumbled to himself under his breath.

Back at the ranch...

"Okay, the maze this year is definitely harder," Ty said as he and Lizzy went around one corner after another, nearing the treeline.

"I'll say! I wonder what the prize will be to complete it this year?" Lizzy wondered.

"I dunno. Maybe some freshly baked pumpkin pies from Mrs. Hunter?"

"Oh, that sounds so good," Lizzy said, patting her stomach. They came to a dead end, with a tall and leafless tree just beyond the corn border.

"Huh, what a creepy-looking tree," Ty said aloud. It was a long and lanky light brown tree. It had two branches jutting out at two different angles halfway up, with a tall branch standing straight up. It had something near the top. Lizzy looked up and squinted.

"What are those cones?" she asked. Just then, the two branches twitched and started to move in jerky motions. It was just before the alarm started to blare from the speakers that Ty realized what this was.

"No way... they put in an Alarmhead!" At first, the raccoon boy was excited, before the Alarmhead before them took a large step towards them. Wordlessly, Lizzy turned and started to run from the blaring alarm behind her, hearing loud and clunky footsteps. Ty was holding on for dear life, looking back and seeing Alarmhead stalking towards them, clumsily swinging its massive clawed arms.

"We need to go faster," he said.

Giselle giggled to herself. "This is so much fun! Also, the targets took a left," she said into the mic in the cone around her head. Her stilts stumbled a little, but she caught herself, unaware she knocked over a scarecrow as she pursued the grizzly bear and raccoon riding her shoulders.

A few rows over, Travis and Mina heard the siren. "What is that?" the goat girl asked, shivering a little.

"Some kind of alarm? Probably some kind of trap triggered by someone," Travis said, rubbing his chin. They came to a fork. The left path had some fake cobwebs draped about the stalks. The right path was lit with strings of small jack-o-lantern lights, held up by posts stuck in the ground. "Which way do you think we should go?"

Mina looked at the fake cobwebs and shuddered. "Since I'm guessing that the left path will have something to do with spiders, I say we try the right path."

"Alright, right it is!" Travis started walking with Mina sticking close to the buck's side. From within the stalks Qali watched and clamped a paw over her muzzle, lest her excited giggling give her location away. She scampered up ahead and got into position. The moment that Travis and Mina got close enough to the puppet disguised as one of the many creepy scarecrows set up along the different paths, she would tug on the fishing line strings, making it lunge at them, hopefully making them hurry down the right offshoot, instead of continuing forward. Her ears perked up at the sound of the soft hoofsteps and the chatting from the two as they approached. Qali held her breath as the kits came in sight, and then yanked the strings while also hissing as ferociously as she could.

Mina's eyes went wide as a faceless sack-cloth scarecrow wearing an old flannel shirt and jeans jumped out at her. She let out a shriek and started to run down the offshoot. "Slow down, Mina," Travis called after her. While Qali felt a little bad at scaring the kits, she still admitted to herself that it was fun, and it was to help serve a greater good. She then dashed across the path, tripping on a string of lights. As she ran, her bushy white tail wagging, she was unaware that the string of pumpkin lights had gotten tangled with her foot.

Further up north, Marcus and Aiko were walking along a path, surprised at how calm and peaceful everything seemed. There were some scarecrows and cobwebs and strings of lights, and there was the alarm from earlier that had stopped all of a sudden, adding to the spooky atmosphere, but overall they hadn't run into any scares yet. The two then came onto a clearing. Set down in the center of the clearing was a red and white checkered blanket with a picnic basket sitting right on top of it. Aiko sniffed the air, smelling fresh baked sweets with a hint of chocolate.

"Huh... that doesn't seem too scary," Marcus said, scratching his head in confusion.

"I think I can smell chocolate chip cookies," Aiko said, her stomach letting out a loud grumble.

Marcus sniffed and blushed, only barely able to smell the cookies. "I think I can smell them... but it could just be a trick."

"Agreed," Aiko said as they approached the basket. The red panda girl carefully lifted up a corner of the blanket, confirming there was no hole being covered up. Marcus lightly tapped the basket with his boot, with both of them silently backing away quickly. The basket made no sound or anything. Slowly, they approached it again, Aiko reaching out and quickly tossing open the lid. Inside were over a dozen golden-brown chocolate chip cookies. The smell of the cookies hit the two of them and, both taking a moment to look around, they sat down on the picnic blanket and each grabbed one.

"This is so nice," Aiko said, biting into a cookie.

"I'll say," Marcus said with a wide grin, recognizing the taste of his Grandmaw's cookies. "Maybe this is a li'l rest area? Ta give folks a break from all the spookiness?"

"Maybe! This whole maze is just so wonderful and fun!"

Marcus reached into the basket without looking, and felt his fingers brush up against something fuzzy and warm. He looked down and saw that he and Aiko, presumably reaching for the same cookie, had instead grabbed each other's hands. She looked up at him as he looked down at her, blushes on both of their faces. They quickly let go and turned to look away. Marcus looked up at the sky, noticing some stars starting to twinkle into existence.

"Uhm... it's a really nice night out," he said, feeling embarrassed that that was all he was able to think to say.

"Y-yeah," Aiko stammered, feeling a bit flustered.

"Uhm... Aiko?" Marcus asked, feeling nervous.

"Yes, Marcus?"

"Do ya... I mean, is there any mammal that you... uh... l-like?" Aiko looked over, surprised, her face even redder than before, feeling butterflies flutter about in her stomach.

"Wh-what?!" she asked, clamping her muzzle shut as she looked down at her wringing hands.

"I-I just was... curious."

"W-well... y-yes... there's someone I l-like... but I don't know if h-he feels the same way," Aiko said, looking up at Marcus. He looked away.

"O-oh... is he someone I know?" Now Marcus' face was becoming even more red.

"Yes. D-do you like anybody?" Aiko asked without thinking, hoping she didn't sound too curious.

"... Yes... but I don't know iffin she feels the same way either," Marcus said in a quiet voice. Aiko leaned forward, setting her hand down on the blanket right next to Marcus'. Marcus looked down at her, and also leaned forward. He gulped and shifted his hand, so that it was now resting on top of Aiko's. They looked into each other's eyes, and began to lean in closer. Audrey watched and withheld a coo. The plan had worked perfectly. That is until a high pitched yip rang out. Marcus and Aiko, almost nose to nose, froze, turning their heads, along with Audrey, in the direction of the sound.

In crawled Rose, the little wolf/tiger hybrid giggling and squealing happily as she made a beeline right for her big brother. Marcus and Aiko both scooted away from one another, still blushing. Marcus cracked a wide grin and held his arms open, scooping up his baby sister and cradling her. Her tail, which was long and skinny, but ended in an orange and black striped fluff at the end, swish-wagged as she purred in Marcus' arms.

"Hi there, Rose," Marcus said, tickling her little feet, eliciting more giggles from the baby.

"How did she get here?" Aiko asked, scooting closer to coo at the cute little hybrid.

"I dunno, but I suspect that Quinnley was involved," Marcus said, grinning down to Aiko, who smiled back up at him. "But I think maybe we should try ta find the exit. This maze might be too scary for Rose."

"Agreed," Aiko said, standing up and grabbing the picnic basket. As the two walked out of the clearing and down the path they had come, Audrey watched from within the corn, her mouth hanging wide open. It was then that she realized her phone was buzzing. She pulled it out and swiped it to see a text from Dawn.

Quinnley staged a jailbreak. She, Sadie, and Rachel were caught, but Rose is missing! Audrey sighed and smiled warmly, sending Dawn a quick text explaining that Rose had been found. The older she-wolf chuckled. Rose must've sniffed out Marcus' scent and followed that. She moved back out through the stalks, coming upon a strange sight. Yuri and Wade were both lying underneath Giselle, who was splayed out on her back. Near the giraffe's stilts was a tangled ball of now blinking lights and Qali, with Trent trying to untangle her.

"Sweet sawgrass, Snowball, how'd ya go an get yerself all tangled up in the lights again this year?" he asked while Qali whined.

"It wasn't my fault this time! I mean, okay, my foot got caught in them and then I tripped and got my legs and arms tangled, but I was about to get out of it until Giselle stumbled through the patch, her stilts getting caught and dragging me along before she finally tripped and fell over onto Wade and Yuri!" Qali looked up at her mate with pleading eyes while the white wolf just chuckled and continued his slow and meticulous work.

"Wade, please tell yer mate to get off us before she crushes us to death," Yuri groaned and growled. Wade also groaned but was more concerned with Giselle.

"Hon, are ya okay?"

"Oof. I think I'm fine, love. Oi! That's my tail that's bein' tugged on!" The giraffe snorted with a laugh.

"I know my Mookie wouldn't go and feels up some otha goil, especially not one of my sisters," Ada said with her arms crossed as she stepped out from the corn, looking down at her mate. Yuri winced but held up both of his paws.

"Ain't me, Ada," he said.

"Sorry, Gizzy," Wade said with a slight blush, pulling his paws out from underneath. "I thought I was grabbin' the light string." Giselle rolled over a little, allowing the two black wolves to scramble out from underneath her and get to their feet.

Honey and Vanna both stepped out from the corn as well, the badger chuckling while Vanna sighed and shook her head.

"Why am I not surprised," the tigress said. She looked over and saw Travis and Mina as well as Lizzy and Ty staring at the group.

"Oh no," Travis said, stepping forward. "Is Miss Giselle okay?"

"Aside from a little soreness, I'm just fine. Once we get the lights untangled from my stilts, I'll be able to take 'em off and get up," Giselle explained. After a few minutes, Giselle and Qali were freed, and the Giraffe was helped up by her mate. Sending the pups on ahead, Audrey quietly explained what happened. "Serves us right," Vanna said, looking uncomfortable, "tricking the kittens like that."

"From what it sounds like," Trent interjected, "it sounds like we at least got the ball rollin'."

"Oh my goodness, it just sounds so cute!" Qali practically squealed, jumping for joy as they exited the maze. They found Malcolm, Xavier, and Vernon just outside the maze. Apparently, the siren caused Ully to panic and he dropped the sand, yelling something about that being a zombie attack siren and ran into the maze. Honey sighed.

"I'll go find him," she said, turning and heading back into the maze. Marcus and Aiko were sharing the cookies with their friends, as well as with Alice, Travor, and Lily. The kids were all ushered inside the house, with promises of pumpkin pie. Most of the adults headed inside as well, leaving Audrey and Vanna standing out in the gloom.

"I'm just glad that Goofball wasn't here for this, otherwise it could have gotten a lot worse," Vanna said.

"Well, I'm sure he's startin' to come around to likin' those pups," Audrey replied, just as Dorian's cruiser pulled in. Out hopped Zach who sprinted straight into the maze.

"Don't worry, son, Pa's comin'!" he cried as he ran, quickly becoming lost from sight.

Dorian approached his mate and daughter-in-law with a sigh. "Zach started questionin' why ol' Goliath got out a second and third time today, and he guessed that I wasn't bein' truthful 'bout somethin'. I tried my best ta keep from spillin' the beans about the plan, but the boy's got the Hunter's nose, and sniffed right through each lie. Finally, I figured that I could explain ta him the plan and how Aiko's a nice girl on the way back, but he just flew into a panic and reached over with his foot to stomp on the gas."

Vanna facepawed, thankful her mate and Papa Hunter hadn't been in an accident as a result. In the corn maze, Zach was aware of Vanna calling his name, but he ignored it, following Marcus' scent. Through some twists and turns, he came onto a clearing. In the center, standing on a red and white checkered picnic blanket, stood Ulric, with his back to Zach. Quickly, the auburn wolf approached his fidgeting brother.

"Hey, Ully, have ya seen Marcus and Aiko?" he asked. Ulric yelped and turned, his eyes wide. He reached into his pocket and threw something into Zach's eyes.

"Pocket sand!" Ulric cried, before running off into the corn while Zach spluttered and whined, rubbing his eyes.

I really hope that you all enjoyed the special Samhain Side-Story! I hope that you all have a fun and safe Samhain as well!

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hotfrost · 3 years

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i hated brambleclaw’s nine lives ceremony so i fixed it at 4am please don’t kill me if this is badly written

also major spoilers for the first four arcs, and there’s some violence in here. (this is also what would have happened if brambleclaw wasn’t an asshole)

Brambleclaw shivered.

The night was clear and bright- Silverpelt shone high above the two of them. A single star twinkled brighter than the rest, its glow more warm than any other in the sky. Firestar, is that you?, Brambleclaw wondered, feeling the familiar pang of grief for his mentor. It had been only one moonrise since the former leader’s death, yet Brambleclaw missed him like he hadn’t seen him in seasons.

“Drink the water.” Jayfeather prodded him and Brambleclaw snapped back to reality. He glanced at his son for a moment. It was hard to think that once the ThunderClan medicine cat had been just a tiny kit in the nursery, mewling for his mother. Brambleclaw felt a rush of affection for the blind tom. I was wrong to abandon you, he thought, regret surging through him.

Then he obeyed and bent down to the Moonpool. The water was crystal clear and the closer Brambleclaw’s nose got to the water, the colder he felt, a harsh freezing sensation that carried from his face to his tail-tip. Still, he drank from the pool and the water rushed through him, filling his body with memories. He felt his eyes began to droop.

“You’re sleepy. Let it take over.” Jayfeather sounded different, unlike himself. Drowsily, Brambleclaw realized he hadn’t ever taken the time to speak to either of his children after Hollyleaf had died. His heart ached for the black she-cat; he missed her the most. The briefest thought of her made Brambleclaw want to wail like a newborn kit calling out for his mother.

Then he closed his eyes, and sleep crashed over him like a wave on the lake.

When Brambleclaw opened them, the first thing he noticed was that he wasn’t standing on the ground anymore. He looked down to see he was floating in midair, his feet dangling helplessly below him. Everywhere he looked, he saw stars.

“You can put your feet down, Brambleclaw.”

Brambleclaw turned, eyes widening in shock. Bluestar stood in front of him; he had not seen the ThunderClan leader in many moons before the Great Battle. She looked young and strong and happy, the opposite of how she had been when Brambleclaw had been just a kit in the nursery. She walked towards him, tail swishing happily. Starlight dotted her blue-gray pelt and her eyes shone.

“Welcome to StarClan, Brambleclaw,” she said softly, but her voice carried through the void that they stood in. As Bluestar spoke, eight other cats appeared on her sides. Brambleclaw was sure his heart must have stopped.

He recognized most of them, but before he had a chance to call out to them, Bluestar dipped her head to him. “It is an honor to be giving you your first life,” Bluestar mewed solemnly. “With this life, I give you clear sight in hopes that you may use it to lead your Clan fairly.”

She placed her nose on Brambleclaw’s head and he was thrown off balance by the force of his first life. It roared through him like a blazing fire, and he could have sworn he felt like he was drowning. This must have been what Bluestar had felt as she died, he thought.

Bluestar pulled away. Then she added, “I am sorry I was not able to do this during time with you.”

“That’s not true,” Brambleclaw said quickly. It was true, but he had too much respect for the old leader to say so.

Bluestar said nothing. She stepped back and another she-cat took her place. Her pelt was as black as night and she purred as she approached Brambleclaw. “Hollyleaf!” he breathed, his mew just barely audible.

“Brambleclaw,” she said serenely. She seemed calmer, more collected, in StarClan. More like the kit Brambleclaw remembered, before the tunnels. “It’s good to see you again.”

“I miss you,” Brambleclaw said. He wanted to speak to her, but he knew Hollyleaf only had one job tonight.

“With this life I give you justice.” Hollyleaf raised her head, and Brambleclaw thought she looked more like a leader than he would ever look. “Use it to punish those who deserve it, and look after those who look after others. Be fair in all your judgements and never be cruel,” she finished, and touched her nose to his head.

Another burning life flowed through him, although this one felt good. Brambleclaw felt himself punishing the wrongdoers and looking out for his Clan. It burned like white-hot rocks did, or as if he were looking straight into the sun. He staggered backwards, caught off guard by the force of the life.

When Hollyleaf looked at him again, he could have sworn he saw a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. Is she thinking of Ashfur?

His daughter left. “Hollyleaf, wait!” he cried, trying to go after her. But something was keeping him in that spot, rooting him in place.

“She’ll be waiting for you.” The next voice was one Brambleclaw knew well; it was the same voice that had soothed him in the nursery and defended him against the Clan. Goldenflower padded up to him, her long body shimmering with the stars.

“With this life I give you compassion,” Goldenflower whispered. “Use it not only for your own children, but for your Clan. They are all your kin now. Love them as a parent, as a brother, as a mentor. They are your family.”

Her head came to rest on Brambleclaw’s. This life was much less painful than the last two. It felt like a fire as well, but instead of a blazing hot one, this one smoldered and burned quietly inside him. Brambleclaw knew he was feeling Goldenflower’s love- for him, for Tawnypelt, for his father, and for her Clanmates. As the fire inside him died, he stumbled and stared at Goldenflower, a cat that had risked so much for him, a cat that had held so much love inside of her.

His mother walked back to her place among the starry warriors. Brambleclaw wanted to call out to her too, but he held his tongue, and gasped as the next cat walked up.

“Sorreltail?”

The tortoiseshell molly gave him a wistful stare. “I know what you’re going to say-”

“You shouldn’t be here!” Brambleclaw blurted out, fur bristling in shock. “What- why are you here?”

“It’s nice to see you too, Brambleclaw.” Sorreltail purred, and her gaze turned sad. “It was my time. I’m okay with that.”

“I’m not!” Brambleclaw said indignantly. “What in the name of StarClan happened?”

“It’s not important.” Sorreltail seemed very focused on giving Brambleclaw his life. “With this life, Brambleclaw, I give you patience. As a leader, it is your job to understand your Clanmates, and to never become frustrated with them. They are your family and your responsibility.”

With that, Sorreltail put her head on top of Brambleclaw’s; he had to duck for her to do so. The life that went through him this time was calm, and soothing. This must be what patience is, Brambleclaw thought. He would do his best to watch after his Clanmates. For Sorreltail, and all the others they had lost.

The next cat to step up was one Brambleclaw admitted he had been expecting. Mousefur dipped her head to him, looking younger and livelier than he had ever remembered her in life. She was like a kit again, looking as if she were about to burst with excitement. “Mousefur,” he said warmly, coming up to the molly.

“Brambleclaw.” Even her voice was different. “Welcome.”

“It’s good to see you,” he said. “Purdy misses you, you know.”

Mousefur sighed. “I know,” she said, her mew distant. “But we will meet again, in this life or the next.”

“I’m sure he would be happy to hear that.”

Mousefur shook her head. “Never mind that, I’m here to give you your life!” Her yellow eyes glowed, and Brambleclaw recognized the cat he had known since he was a little kit. “Brambleclaw, a give you a life for listening to your elders. We may be retired, but that doesn’t erase our importance. Elders carry the stories of the Clans, and without them we would never know our own history.”

Brambleclaw took a shuddering breath as Mousefur touched noses with him, and the life that passed through him left his knees shaking. His mind flashed, and he knew he was seeing the elders. There was a fire, a raging fire, and a little brown kit. That’s me. This is Patchpelt, he thought. The elder who had died in the fire that had killed Yellowfang so long ago.

Then he saw a rabbit, and his stomach growled. In the distance, he heard the muffled sounds of his Clanmates. But he was so hungry... if he just... ate it. This is Dappletail’s memory.

Then it was Longtail, the cat who had become an elder far to soon, and here he saw nothing. The world was black and voices beat down on him from every side; they were so overwhelming that Brambleclaw wanted to curl up and mewl like a kit.

Last he saw Purdy, and Brambleclaw realized he was fighting. He was battling against a big dark tom, and with a sudden jerk he was picked up and thrown across the camp, and then-

The memory faded. Brambleclaw stared at Mousefur, dazed. The brown molly just gazed back calmly, nodded, and went back to join the ranks of her starry Clanmates. Goodbye, Mousefur, Brambleclaw thought sadly. He didn’t know when he would see her again.

If hearts could break, he was sure his did as he saw the next cat walk up. “Ferncloud.” He wanted to run to her, the cat he had known since he was a kit, one he had grown up with.

The gray molly padded up to him, her eyes bright. “Brambleclaw,” she purred. “It’s nice to see you.”

“It’s nice to see you to,” Brambleclaw breathed, wishing that he didn’t have to watch her leave. “Dustpelt misses you.”

“I miss him too.” Ferncloud dipped her head. “I miss him, and my kits. But I have a life to give you!” she purred. “The life I give you is for understanding that it is not just warriors who have a part to play in the Clan. Even though we may not add food to the fresh-kill pile, we raise each apprentice, each little kit, as our own. Honor the queens, Brambleclaw, for we are the ones who give you life.”

Brambleclaw let out a shuddering breath as Ferncloud’s life hit him. He had expected this one to be gentle as well, but he was surprised with the ferocity that it hit him with. He saw Ferncloud, battling for her life against Brokenstar, and Sorreltail, defeating Darkstripe. Then he saw his own mother, defending a young Brambleclaw and Tawnypelt from the Clan. You’ve all done so much for us, he thought.

But Ferncloud’s memories didn’t stop. He saw every kit that his friend had ever raised. Brambleclaw had thought it would only show her own kits, but no- he saw Spiderleg and Shrewpaw, and Squirrelflight and Leafpool, Whitewing, and then Hollykit and Larchkit who had died so young, and then Birchfall, the only surviving kit from her second litter. He saw his own kits, Jayfeather, Lionblaze, and Hollyleaf along with Foxleap and Icecloud and Cinderheart and Honeyfern and Poppyfrost and Molepaw. He saw Blossomfall and Bumblestripe and Briarlight, and Cherrypaw and Molepaw and Amberkit, Snowkit, and Dewkit and Lilykit and Seedkit, and Brambleclaw thought he might collapse if he had to see any more.

But there was more. He felt Ferncloud’s fierce loyalty to the nursery, he felt how bravely she had defended the nursery. Brambleclaw felt her pain as she saw Hollyleaf’s unmoving body lying in the camp, her pain as the Clan had found Ashfur, her pain as they had buried Brindleface. She’s been through so much.

The memory cut to black and Brambleclaw jumped back in shock. That’s where she died, he thought.

Ferncloud said nothing, but her eyes glimmered like stars. Brambleclaw didn’t even know what to say. What could he say?

As Ferncloud padded back to her new Clanmates, another cat came up. “Feathertail.” His long-departed friend approached, starlight dappling her beautiful gray pelt. “It’s been a long time.”

“Indeed it has, my friend,” Feathertail agreed. “With this life I give you courage. Use it to guard not only your own Clan, but also all the cats who need it.” As she touched noses with him, Brambleclaw knew Feathertail was thinking about how she had given her own life for the Tribe of Rushing Water. You were the bravest of us all, he thought.

This life was a roaring, raging storm that ripped through him like claws and Brambleclaw stumbled. He knew what courage was- yes, he saw it in his Clanmates and in his leader, and in Squirrelflight and Hollyleaf. He knew it well.

As Feathertail began to walk away, he cleared his throat. “Where will you go now?” Brambleclaw’s voice faltered. He didn’t want her to leave yet.

“I walk two skies now, my friend,” Feathertail replied, turning her head. “We will see each other again.”

Brambleclaw found that a vague and rather frustrating answer, but he nodded silently and stepped back, waiting for his next life. There were only two more to go, if he was counting right. He couldn’t help but wonder who would give his last lives to him.

He couldn’t have been more surprised by who came up. The small black and white cat looked up at him, and Brambleclaw was surprised. He had never been this small in life. He always remembered looking up at the apprentice. “Swiftpaw,” he whispered, taking in the sight of his brother who had died so long ago.

“Brambleclaw,” he purred. “Clan leader. Who would have thought?” His voice was young and high, but Swiftpaw sounded so much wiser.

“I certainly wouldn’t have.” He kneaded at the starry ground, still feeling awkward. It was as if there was no floor; it was unnatural. “I wish you’d been here.”

Swiftpaw said nothing, but moved forward to touch noses with him. “With this life I give you mentoring,” he said. “Raise each apprentice to be the best warriors they can be.” Then he paused. “I gave this life to another leader, a long time ago.”

Brambleclaw gasped. Firestar? he thought, and looked around for the leader.

But he had forgotten about the life Swiftpaw was about to give him in his shock, and he was pushed back by the force of it.

His vision blurred and suddenly Brambleclaw was standing in his brother’s paws, snarling at a huge, vicious dog. Through the corner of his eye he saw Brightheart, a much younger Brightheart, standing next to him.

There was a growl and a clamp of jaws and it was over.

Brambleclaw stumbled, reeling from the force of the life. “Brother...” he panted, at a loss for words. Swiftpaw’s death had been so terrible, so brutal. But the apprentice didn’t respond.

“One more life to go,” was all he said before joining StarClan once more. Brambleclaw didn’t even get a reply.

Only one to go! And Brambleclaw was sure he knew it would be.

He had expected it, of course, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t surprised when a familiar flame-colored tom weaved his way through the warriors of StarClan. He was much bigger and stronger than he had been in the moons leading up to his death. The ginger tom looked like Brambleclaw remembered him as an apprentice.

“My apprentice,” said Firestar warmly. “My deputy.”

“Firestar.” Brambleclaw’s voice was thick with emotion. He had missed his mentor more than he could say. He saw Jayfeather raise his head at the edge of the starry clearing, staring straight at them. “Are you here to give me my last life.”

“Yes, I am,” Firestar said, his forest-green eyes glistening. “My life is a life for nobility.”

Nobility. Brambleclaw exhaled softly, watching Firestar continue.

“Long ago, I had an apprentice,” Brambleclaw’s former leader began. He had no idea who Firestar was talking about. “She was a bright, energetic cat, and I trusted her with my life, even after she was no longer my apprentice.”

He’s talking about Cinderpelt. Brambleclaw leaned forward, intrigued. A storm of emotions raged inside him, making him shake at the feet.

“Afterwards, I mentored my own kin. And despite his shortcomings as an apprentice, he is one of the finest warriors I’ve ever had the honor of knowing.” Firestar was talking about his nephew, Cloudtail. Brambleclaw frowned. What was the point of his speech?

“As I mentored Cloudtail, I met a young cat who looked far too much like someone I knew.” Brambleclaw held his breath. He’s talking about me.

Firestar’s eyes rose to meet his, expression stony. “And I held that against him. Yes... I did. I held that against him for a long time, until he was faced with a choice. A choice to join his father, who looked so much like him, or to stay and fight for his Clan. And he chose the second one.”

“I should have seen it then.” Firestar’s mew was hollow. “But I didn’t, not fully. It wasn’t until I had gone on my quest, named him after his father. I didn’t realize until he brought us to our new home. And I realized that what a good leader he was.” Firestar paused. “And I couldn’t blame him for hesitating to kill me on the lake that sunset. I would have killed a cat who had never trusted me.”

Brambleclaw was shaking. How could he tell Firestar that he blamed himself for that day, for that life Hawkfrost’s fox trap had taken from him? How his hesitation was the reason Firestar wasn’t with them anymore.

“What are you saying?” Brambleclaw asked thickly.

“I’m sorry, Brambleclaw. I’m so, so sorry.”

Brambleclaw couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re sorry? For what?”

“For never trusting you. For being so foolish. You’re one of the noblest cats I’ve ever known.” Firestar’s voice was shaking.

“No.” It was so sudden that Brambleclaw hadn’t even known he had said it. “I’m not. I’m really not.”

“What?” Firestar didn’t seem angry, just confused.

“I’m not noble,” Brambleclaw hung his head. “I spent most of the past few seasons avoiding my responsibilities, as a father, as a deputy, as a mate. And I’m sorry.”

Firestar didn’t say anything, just listened.

“You’re the noblest warrior I’ve ever known, Firestar,” Brambleclaw murmured. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t be half the cat you were.”

Firestar still said nothing, just touched his nose to his former apprentice’s.

The life that rushed through him was Firestar’s. It was all his.

First Brambleclaw was a little kit, sitting on the fence of a Twoleg nest. He was looking out at the forest, his paws itching to jump into the trees. Then he was fighting a younger Longtail, one that could see and he beat him. And there was Bluestar, and with a shudder Brambleclaw recognized his own father. As he followed Firestar’s life, he saw Silverstream, Feathertail’s mother, dying. And Cinderpelt in the medicine den with Yellowfang, who he had only known for a few moons. And then Cloudtail, and Sandstorm and Firestar rushing to rescue him.

And with a startle, Brambleclaw saw himself, a tiny, mewling kit hanging from a tree, with flames rising up around them. He jumped out to grab Bramblekit and carried him out of the camp. The scene changed, and Brambleclaw was watching his own apprentice ceremony, and Sandstorm’s anger. Then there was Stonefur’s terrible death, and now Tawnypaw had gone to ShadowClan with Tigerstar.

Brambleclaw watched as Scourge ripped every single life from Tigerstar, and felt Firestar’s shock. He watched in horror as Bone crushed Whitestorm, the most loyal of Firestar’s warriors, and saw Graystripe’s appointment to deputy. Then there was a long pause, and Firestar was leader of the Clan, finding out that Squirrelpaw and Brambleclaw had disappeared. He watched as ThunderClan had fallen apart- Brambleclaw saw Dappletail die, and then Hollykit and Larchkit and Shrewpaw. He felt Firestar’s agony as Graystripe was captured, his sadness as the Clans left the forest and Ravenpaw, Firestar’s other closest friend.

But there was also happiness. Brambleclaw was still in Firestar’s body, giving Squirrelpaw her warrior name and making Birchpaw an apprentice.

But the sadness came again, as Cinderpelt died and Graystripe was declared dead and he was bleeding out on the beach... bleeding, bleeding... and Brambleclaw saw a dark brown shape standing over him. Two of them. Panic rose up in him as the throbbing in his throat worsened. I’m going to die here, he thought.

But he didn’t die.

Brambleclaw, still in Firestar’s paws, watched three little kits stumble into camp, golden, gray, and black. He felt Firestar’s pride as he watched his kin, but also his hesitation. There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws. Then his body broke out into a coughing fit. This is the greencough. And then Sol appeared, his menacing eyes staring right into Brambleclaw.

And there was a long time of peace and happiness after that, until a shadow fell over the lake and Brambleclaw turned fearfully to see Tigerstar standing behind him.

There was a flash of lightning and Brambleclaw was released from the memory.

And it had pretty much confirmed it for him, that Firestar was the noblest cat he had ever known.

But Firestar seemed to make no comment about what Brambleclaw had said before. The flame-pelted tom stood up tall. “I hail you by your new name, Bramblestar. Your old life is no more. You have now received the nine lives of a leader, and StarClan grants you the guardianship of ThunderClan. Defend it well; care for young and old; honor your ancestors and the traditions of the warrior code; live each life with pride and dignity.”

Bramblestar! The rest of the cats broke into cheers of his new name. Bramblestar turned to his leader.

“Go well, Bramblestar,” Firestar murmured. “I will be with you, always.”

#brambleclaw #bramblestar #firestar #jayfeather #hollyleaf #goldenflower #tigerstar #feathertail #ferncloud #sorreltail #mousefur #bluestar #somewhat of a fix-it #fic**#warriors #warrior cats #i wrote this in ten minutes forgive me

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A Witch & A Hick, Chp. 3

Little Secret

This chapter is just the two learning about each other and car problems lol.

Also warning for Elizabeth offering sex as payment lol, it doesn't happen. Also I do hc Lester living in a trailer bc its extremely common and realistic tbh.

Lester puts the truck in drive and looks at Elizabeth as he presses the brake,

"I remember you said there's a town nearby, any chance we can go there to fix up my van?" Elizabeth asks as she pets the two dogs,

"No need, they'll charge ya criminal prices. I can fix it." Criminal prices, he repeats in his head.

"Oh come on, you've already done so much." Elizabeth says her face soft,

"I insist! I can't just let them uh take ya money when I can fix it for free." He smiles and Elizabeth mirrors it. Lester gives from the brakes and drives towards his home,

"I have a feeling there's something...more behind this." Lester gulps,

"What made ya think that?" Lester nervously laughs and his hands tighten around the wheel,

"That's how most men are, expect a favor for a favor. Though they often expect ya know." Lester blinks and cringes,

"Aw that! I wasn't thinking anything like that, hell I wasn't even thinking about you doing anything."

"I mean I'll do it." His eyes widen and he stops the truck again,

"What?" He blushes and looks at the girl,

"I'll get you off, I've done it before."

"No no! I have to decline, I just ain't that kinda man." Lester nods to the woman who shrugs, he lied. He is that kinda man, he's had victims beg for safety with offers of sex. He always took it, but let's the girls fall back in the hands of his brothers.

"Not that I don't find ya pretty!" He defends quickly and Elizabeth laughs,

"You're real purdy, I just. I just can't." He sighs and Elizabeth notices how tense he is.

"Thanks, for calling me pretty." She smiles,

"I think you're real pretty too." She compliments Lester who blushes again, Lester has never talked to a stranger this long. Never had a girl call him pretty, never met her.

"Ya just sayin that cuz I'm given ya a ride." Lester chuckles and Elizabeth shakes her head,

"Nope," she pops her P,

"Everybody's beautiful in they're own way, just as nature intended." Lester blinks and remembers her van, the witchy collection in it.

"Oh right, you're a witch!" Lester exclaims and Elizabeth nods,

"How'd you know?" She teased and Lester laughs,

"How'd you even get in all that junk anyways?" Lester asks and flicks his hat,

"It ain't junk. Don't be rude," Elizabeth smirks and Lester nods his head, Jonesey puts her head on Lester's lap. He pets the dogs head.

"Sorry but, how did you ya know..start?"

"My sister got me my tarot cards, she really showed me the basics of witchcraft. Our parents didn't really care all that much but never let us do it in the house. Guess that's why I moved out so early too." Elizabeth laughs,

Lester pulls up towards a driveway of a trailer.

The trailer is a once white single wide, covered in vines and ivy. Bones hung from the porch ceiling,

Elizabeth notices his front door was wide open, and in the yard were scatters of trash, car parts, bones and more. The windows were open but blinds were keeping the inside blocked.

It looks like nobody lives there, as stray cats scurried under the trailer and hissed at each other.

"I'll be quick, I'll just unload your van and fix her right up in a jiffy." Lester smiles at the girl and gets out of the truck, Jonesey follows and Mac follows after her.

Elizabeth smiles as she watches the two dogs sniff around and play, getting out of the truck her barefeet sink into the grass and dirt. She stretches, the truck wasn't entirely comfortable with Mac siting right on her.

"Sorry for the mess, I don't really have guests." Lester says as he unhooks the van,

"Its fine, I've seen much worse."

"Nah, doubt it." Lester shakes his head and wipes his hands on his jeans, Elizabeth takes note of the depreciation joke he says.

As Lester pops her hood and smoke rises from it, Elizabeth frowns.

"That happened before?" Lester asks as he waves the smoke off, Elizabeth nods.

"Yeah, I've had a couple engine problems. Mainly because of oil, but my light wasn't even on."

"Yup, cars will do that. Just spring a problem on ya right as ya were doing fine." Lester grazes his hand over the engine and instantly finds the problem,

"When's the last time ya changed the cooling fan?"

"Never."

"Cleaned it?"

"Never." Lester sighs and Elizabeth frowns,

"That bad?" He nods,

"Your engine is busted, you're gonna need a new one."

"Nooooo." Elizabeth groans

"Hey its okay, this happens all the time. It's just an accident." Lester tries to comfort the girl, she squats and hides in her knees.

"Hey now," Lester gets on his knee and pats the girls back.

"We can maybe order one from the next town over, but it'll take a while for it to come in since we're basically in the middle of no where." Lester then sits with the girl and he blinks when he hears a sob come from her.

"Jeez darlin, it ain't anything to cry about." He says and Elizabeth looks up, her makeup more runny than before,

"This is my karma! I know it is and- and I shouldn't be cryin-ing but-" she hides her face again and Lester stutters,

"Aw no no, this ain't karma just an accident. Honest."

He isn't entirely sure what else to do, seen plenty of girls cry in Ambrose. Ain't none of them cried like this.

Crying about karma, hell if karma was real he'd be dead, he thinks and shakes his head. He gently pats the girls back as she sobs. The two dogs show up and sit around the two Mac places his head on the girls back. Pushing Lester's hand away, Elizabeth quickly hugs her dog.

After a couple minutes, her sobs stop and she looks up.

"Im sorry Lester, I just. It's just been a lot today," she says and wipes her eyes, smudging her makeup.

"Wanna talk about it?" Lester ask and Elizabeth looks around, noticing the sun is starting to set.

"No, not right now. I'm just tired now, sorry for bothering you with my emotions and junk."

"Ain't no bother at all, I'm happy to help." She shows a smile from his words as he stands, he puts his hand out and she takes it to stand.

"I know, and thanks again. Do you think it's alright if my van stays the night? I'll try to go to another town in the morning and order an engine. I'll find a motel too." She says, trying to clean her face up from tears and makeup.

Lester raises a brow, and Elizabeth shakes her head already knowing he'll offer his home.

"Lester please you've already done so much for me! I promise that by tomorrow I'll be out of your hair." She says and Lester shakes his head,

"Darlin, How about we both go into town order you an engine and when it gets here I can put it in. If you think I'm letting you sleep in that hot van for the night you're dead wrong." Lester stands up straight and crosses his arms, Elizabeth actually has to look up to see his face.

"I've got a spare room, it's messy and mainly holds all my junk but it's got a bed, a desk and a closet." Lester says and Elizabeth takes a deep breathe,

"Thank you," she says and Lester uncrosses his arms,

"I mean it, without you I'd probably be kidnapped by some crazy guy. Unless you are the crazy guy." She jokes and Lester nervously laughs.

"I like to call myself unqiue." Lester jokes and Elizabeth laughs,

"That you are friend, that you are." Elizabeth says and watches as the sun falls behind the trees.

After grabbing her needed things from the van, the two walk towards the trailer.

The two walk onto the wooden porch, Elizabeth's hands grazing the bones hanging above,

"Those are my people repellents, makes hikers skedaddle." Lester jokes and Elizabeth smiles,

"They're beautiful," she compliments and Lester walks through the open door,

"Yup, they sure are. I uh, I keep my door open so the strays can come in and relax and get away from the heat." He says and flicks on a light, it blinks a few times but turns on.

The two are standing in the living room, the couches covered in fur and scratches. Clothes are all around and clean and unclean bones sit on the coffee table.

But the recliner is free of fur, just a flannel on the back.

Lester notices his playboy magazine on the coffee table and quickly snatches up the magazine, Rolling it up he laughs embarrassingly.

"Sorry about that, again not often I get guests." Elizabeth smiles and shakes her head. From behind the two, Mac and Jonesey come running in. They jump on the couch and sit next to each other.

"My house is there house." Lester pets Jonesy's head and smiles, putting the magazine behind the couch during this. He turns to face Elizabeth whose staring at the bones,

"I'll show you to ya room," Lester walks to the right and opens a bedroom door,

The bedroom filled with bones in boxes, books, clothes and random knick knacks. He quickly lifts boxes from the bed and pats the dust off.

"My casa your casa." He smiles and Elizabeth places her stuff down, Lester stands in the doorway now.

"Thanks again, Lester. I really appreciate it." Elizabeth puts her hand out and Lester looks down at it. It's so small, he gently grabs it and Elizabeth grabs one of the bracelets on her wrist. She brings it over her hand and onto his,

"I can't not give you a gift." She says and lets him go, Lester looks down at the bracelet. A whole set of animal teeth with beads in between.

"I- thank you. It's so purdy." He says and continues,

"You're a real uh...what's it called?"

"Freak?" He quickly shakes his head, and takes her hand again. Putting their wrists together with the bracelets,

"Unique," he smiles, "You're a real unique girl."

"Is it because I mess with bones and junk?"

"Well that, and because you're real nice." Elizabeth smiles,

"You're just as unique as me Lester." She says and the two look at each other for a second, wanting this conversation not to end but not sure how to continue.

Suddenly from behind Lester, Mac barks.

Elizabeth laughs,

"It's past his bedtime, sorry he gets cranky when he's not in bed by this time." Lester let's the dog run past him and onto the bed,

"Well, goodnight, um. Sleep tight?"

"You too Lester." Elizabeth quietly shuts her door and Lester stares at the closed door. Jonesy whines from behind him,

Lester turns to the dog and squats, he pets the dogs cheeks and smiles.

"She'll be our little secret, right Jonesey?" The dog licks his face.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #my writing #self insert #self ship #oc x canon #canon x oc

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harseik · 3 years

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Oh hai, 2021. Didn't see you there. First page of Innocent Blood published on the first day of the new year - NICE! Now the new year won't be great unless we work hard to make it that way. On your feet, soldier.

This almost killed me. Clip Studio PAINT really started to chug as I got toward the finishing touches. Saving was taking waaay too long for me, so there wasn't any experimentation with sound effects, sad to say. Rendering is still a real mystery for me at this point. I like my comfy, mistake-hiding, sketchy brush a lot - maybe a little too much - so I did the unconventional thing for comics and skipped out on the inks. You'll likely see many style changes as the story progresses as I fish around for what looks best, especially due to the fact that I initially envisioned an "animation" look to the art. I want that bad! Commentary (to remember stuff for future reference):

Panel 1: Although this city is situated in Yavapai County, the vista totally oozes Yuma and Phoenix. / I drew in some crazy trees at the last second to mask my architectural drawing allergy. Panel 2: I previously recoiled at the idea of adding speed lines, but if I'm not going to use sound effects much, something's gotta get these pictures to feel more alive. Looks purdy good. Panel 3: It's really obvious the reference pose was stationary, and that kinda sucks. Everything looked too still so I scratched in some speed lines praying the transition between this and the previous panel felt more natural. Might've dropped the ball on this one.

Panel 4: The more angles I draw of Noah, the more I realize how weird he looks. Caved in bony jaw, pushed out cheekbones, v-shaped nostrils, stupid haircut. He's my weird son and I'm okay with that. Panel 5: The rectangular architecture ultimately made it a matter of following perspective lines. So it was a simple, yet time-consuming panel. / Well crap, the glass on the windows should practically be glowing when facing the sunset like that. / Mr. Escalante had to go and run in front of a dark window, so I gave 'em a a white outline, which is used a lot by professionals but I personally think it's cheating. I'm a cheater. Overall, this is one VERY ORANGE page. Oh, and I foresee that hat giving me immense amounts of angle trouble.

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glenncoco4 · 4 years

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A/N: No idea what this is but I was inspired by 12x01.

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He casually walks up beside her as she enjoys her post morning run cup of joe, his warm breath immediately hitting her ear. “Thats a nice ring you got there, I’ll trade you for it.”

Her brow furrows, no idea what her stir crazed husband is up to now. “N-no, I’m okay.”

“Come on, I’ll trade you for this fanny pack.”

“What are you doing?”

His eyes bug out, and begin looking around the room rapidly before the left one twitches. “You hear them too?”

“What?”

“The voices. They don’t speak clearly enough.”

Her mouth drops open in shock or confusion, she’s not really sure.

Unaffected by her clear display of confusion, Deeks leans in closer once more, his nose finding her dark locks as he begins sniffing. “You smell purdy.” He pulls back for a quick second only to head nose first back into her hair. “What’s that, lavender?”

“Y-yeah.” She turns her head, meeting his baby blues in bewilderment.

“Ooh, whatcha got in that mug there?” He pries the mug from her hand, her rings, clinking against the ceramic. “Hazelnut. Was not expecting that.”

She’s just about to ask him if he needs a CAT scan when he leans back into her space, nuzzling her neck with his nose like he’s a cat in heat.

“Your skin feels so soft, I can’t wait to try it on.” The shaggy blonde can no longer hold back his laughter when her body goes stiff remembering another time his seducing went too far.

At the feel of his body vibrating against hers, she starts laughing. “Oh, my god.” His forehead finds her temple as they continue to laugh. “What are you doing?”

He pulls back, placing a kiss to the side of her head while he wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her body into his. “Clearly not being a good judge at being creepy.”

She tilts her head back, her lips curling into a smirk. “You do have a problem with that.”

#Densi #Densi Drabble #Hubby & Wifey #NCIS: LA

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the-dumbest-po3-au · 4 years

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part 4 - the dumbest po3 au

its been. nine. montsh im SO SORRY GUYS LMAO

for those of you who dont know what the dumbest po3 au is, click this link

for those of you who have not read the summaries for power of three, part 1 - part 2 - part 3

alright!!!!!!! dovewing time

the fourth apprentice

the book opens w/ ivykit and dovekit in the nursery. ivykit suggests going out to explore the territory and dovekit is like “wow. that sounds like a fantastic idea ivykit you are so smart"

whitewing says No Absolutely Not, and leaves at some point to go make dirt. they sneak out and not 5 minutes later they get lost. dovekit gets blames ivykit for suggesting it and they get into a fight. they both get really mad & dovekit runs off. because shes like a stupid 2 year old gets distracted, rams her head into a rock and passes out. rip dovekit. she wakes up and sees a fox kit coming towards her. she screams.

her head hurts and shes tired and now shes going to die. out of nowhere a huge cat beats up the fox and scares it away. dovekit passes out (again)

when she wakes up, she is next to a cat messing with a bunch of weird plants. the cat sees that she woke up and introduces himself as littlecloud. he asks what her name is. “dove… dove…?? i dont know” says dovekit.

he asks her how she got there, and if she has any family. she does not remember. so littlecloud tells her she’s gonna have to stay here for the time being. he asks her if anything hurts, and dovekit says she thinks may have hit her head.

he gives her some of the weird plants and she goes back to sleep. when she wakes up her head has stopped hurting and she feels a lot better. she gets up to go walk around and is immediately introduced to the tawnyspawn.

tigerpaw is stupid and friendly (and hellbent on being her future best friend). dawnpaw is obnoxious and a bit (read: extremely) condescending but interested. flamepaw is nice and also the only one with half a braincell.

they take her around and introduce her to the rest of the clan. she sees blackstar and is like. “im pretty sure thats my dad” tigerpaw gasps. flamepaw and dawnpaw are like. “What.” “he saved me from the fox im pretty sure thats my dad,” says dovekit

they go harass blackstar. dovekit follows him around like a puppy and the tawnspawn follow her. he has this train of literal 2 yr olds trailing after him and is wildly unhappy about this development. russetfur is also definitely siccing the kids on him to make him mad.

dawnpaw gives dovekit a passionate speech about the clans, but mostly how evil riverclan kicked completely innocent shadowclan out of their home, and how shadowclan has to set everything right and deliver justice to those cringe fail fishheads, or something.

a few days later the tawnyspawn are off doing their own thing and dovekit goes to see whats going on. dawnpaw tries to shut tigerpaw up but he spills the beans anyways. “we’re going to attack riverclan on a Secret Mission so that we can win back shadowclan’s honor and become WARRIORS so you cant tell anybody”

dawnpaw sighs. “dovekit this is for Big Kids Only, so you cant be here.” flamepaw is trying to talk tigerpaw out of doing this in the bg but tigerpaw is being stubborn. dovekit is sad about it but goes back to sulk in camp (and to harass her new dad).

a few hours later tawnypelt runs over to blackstar and is like. “blackstar my children are missing nobody knows where they went”

"oh!! they went to go attack riverclan to get back shadowclan’s territory!” informs dovekit helpfully.

“what.” says blackstar, tawnypelt, and russetfur in unison. the sky immediately opens up and starts Pouring. tawnypelt freaks out. dovekit is like “why cant we just follow the sound of their voices??” but everyone ignores her bc they think shes just being stupid.

“Fine!! ill just go find them on my OWN” says dovekit, following them by the sound of their voices (theyre proally arguing over something stupid).

now four of shadowclan’s children are missing. “you brought that kid here so you get to deal with her,” says russetfur. blackstar sighs dramatically and goes off to find his new child.

dovekit runs into an old man cat. “whatre you doin here??” says old man cat. “im looking for my friends!! whats your name :0? im dovekit!!” “my names purdy!”

blackstar shows up and is like. who tf are you. “this is my new friend purdy!!!” says dovekit. blackstar doesnt even know how to respond. “look we’re going to go back to the camp right now and we’re not taking this dude with us.”

dovekit is like “??? no??? we have to get my friends theyre right over there??” she says pointing in their direction w/ her tail. blackstar is ready to cry. so blackstar and purdy follow dovekit as she leads them closer to riverclan territory where they hear the tawnyspawn screeching like banshees.

they run over and find several cats w/ the tawnyspawn who are pinned down. “if you breathe in my direction ill kill all three of these children,” says a snotty dude.

“who tf are you” says blackstar

“im darktail you insolent snot,” says darktail.

one of his cats grabs dovekit and blackstar snaps. he lunges at darktail while purdy beats up the dude who snatched dovekit. the tawnyspawn take advantage of the moment, escape, and dogpile the other cats. its a disaster.

darktail swears revenge on blackstar till his dying day or something. nobodys really paying attention to him at this point. he runs off w/ his crew. “alright then” says blackstar. this has been a really weird and long day for everyone. blackstar wants to leave purdy but all the children immediately start crying. they bring purdy home.

“holy crap!!! purdy!!!!!” says tawnypelt. “why are you here??” but then she sees her children. she and rowanclaw give them a very stern lecture about Not Running Off Without Telling Anyone (in which tawnypelt is a massive hypocrite but to be fair god told her to)

in the meanwhile, blackstar asks dovekit how tf she knew they were there. “i could hear them, Obviously. ???? cant u not???” blackstar just looks at her. dovekit realizes that probably not everyone shares this ability. blackstar shoos her off and calls a meeting w/ the senior warriors.

dovekit goes off to bother purdy for stories and play w/ the tawnyspawn. nothing particularly interesting happens. blackstar and russetfur call her over later and start assessing her abilities. its only slightly a disaster because shes wildly distracted 80% of the time and her powers are unwieldy bc shes a kit.

cue training. there is a lot of trial, error, and tears (on both sides) but it works out in the end (mostly).

time skip. its been a few months. dovekit becomes dovepaw and blackstar mentors her b/c of her powers. at this point shes gotten control of how to pick out numbers, locations, troops, etc. basically she is a living radar.

blackstar calls another meeting w/ the senior warriors and afterwards calls a clan meeting. “alright losers we’re going to take back our territory and kick riverclan’s butt”

they go over the clan w/ all the cats and begin the trek home. another time skip because that takes a while and nothing particularly interesting happens.

when they get back, the clan stays outside the border while blackstar has dovepaw do a sweep of the territory. she finds a patrol led by a black cat named reedwhisker. blackstar picks a patrol out and they go to ambush the riverclan patrol.

the shadowclan patrol takes reedwhisker + the patrol hostage, but lets one go to tell mistystar. mistystar takes a patrol and comes over. “if you dont give us back our territory i will kill your son” says blackstar. mistystar is like “bro. i dont even want your stupid crusty territory anyways. screw you.”

she takes her son and the rest of the patrol and leaves. another win for shadowclan, obviously. maybe they have a party idk. end of book.

fading echoes

cinderheart has not been doing well. she’s been doing really badly, actually. her best friend died and she blames herself. she’s still grieving and continually lashing out at everyone around her. poppyfrost and honeyfern attempted to be there for her but after the continual rebuffs they decided to just give her space.

unfortunately cinderheart. doesnt have any other friends in thunderclan, so the only person she can talk to is lionblaze. unfortunately theres only so much he can do from windclan, so mostly shes been just been going into a downward spiral.

ivypaw hasnt been doing great either. she feels extremely guilty because she thinks its her fault that dovekit ran away, and when dovekit is never found, it gets 50x worse.

but she also doesnt want to say anything about her involvement in fear of getting punished. as time goes on, she starts getting babied by the clan (almost like leopardstar when she was a kid) because her sister disappeared and she took it really hard.

and like on one hand, she likes the attention, but on the other hand its too much a lot of the time. she starts adopting this “stop babying me!1!1!!!”/kinda edgy persona. the clan takes it like shes grieving, and she’ll grow out of it, so they dont say too much.

so the book opens w/ ivypaw and fernpaw’s apprentice ceremony. brief context about how fern was recently found by the thunderclan border w/o parents and taken into the clan. fernsong is apprenticed to brightheart. ivypool is apprenticed to cinderheart.

firestar probably thinks that they might be able to bond/break through to each other because they recently lost a sister/adjacent sister. neither of them are particularly enthusiastic about it.

cinderheart isnt particularly invested in ivypaw’s training. ivypaw can tell and gets rightfully frustrated, bc brightheart and fernpaw are getting along great and making lots of progress, while ivypaw is falling behind becuase cinderheart is being a terrible mentor.

ivypaw starts fighting back (disobeying, talking back, etc.), partially because this is the only time she gets paid attention, and partially because shes just mad, which makes cinderheart mad, which then makes ivypaw fight back more. this causes cinderheart to become more and more distant. in short: ivypaw’s apprenticeship is a disaster.

at some point during training, theyre practicing climbing trees and cinderheart tells ivypaw to do something. to spite her, ivypaw does the opposite and ends up falling, dislocating her leg. cinderheart panics and cinderpelt emerges.

cinderpelt basically possesses cinderheart and relocates her arm. they go back to camp and take ivypaw to the medicine cat den, gives ivypaw some poppy seeds and ditches.

“wow um. wtf was that” says cinderheart. leafpool is like, “hahaha………… about that. you’re um… cinderpelt reincarnated.”

“what.” says cinderheart

“CINDERHEART IS CINDERPELT REINCARNATED???” screams foxleap at the top of his lungs in the middle of camp. whatever was left of cinderheart’s life shatters.

so now instead of ignoring her, the entire camp won’t leave her alone - except now they just treat her as they would cinderpelt. “hey cinderheart remember when [enter something that happened in the old forest here]??” “hey cinderheart can you fix my paw??” “hey cinderpelt-” “are you going to become a medicine cat then??”

to pour more salt into the wound, cinderheart now gets a free commentary on everything in her life!! (this definitely includes lionblaze) there used to be sort of a barrier between cinderheart/cinderpelt but since cinderpelt emerged/took control, it shattered.

so between cinderpelt complaining about all the terrible decisions she’s made and the entire clan pretending that she’s cinderpelt instead of a Completely Different Person, when hawkfrost shows up w/ an invite to fight club on the weekends cinderheart is more than happy to take him up.

sure hawkfrost is wildly annoying and clearly hates her guts for some reason (no matter how hard he pretends not to whenever tigerstar is around) but this is great for three reasons.

1) nobody in the dark forest has any idea she’s cinderpelt. 2) warrior training!! emphasizing she is a Warrior not a medicine cat. 3) time away from cinderpelt!! they arent the same soul so they cant read each other’s thoughts (unless theyre trying to communicate) and cant share dreams

so she might be purposely oblivious. whatever. she doesnt even know who hawkfrost is b/c anybody outside of riverclan immediately forgot about him because he really was not very effective at all. and its not like hes about to start spilling the beans until shes ready to be indoctrinated w/ dark forest propaganda.

meanwhile, tensions between shadowclan and thunderclan have been rapidly rising. again. prey is being stolen, scents are on other territories, patrols get into skirmishes often.

firestar is hurt because he was trying to get mistystar to lay off on the territory and blackstar is mad because they literally Just got back and thunderclan is ALREADY trying to reinstate old rivalries.

cinderheart really isnt paying attention to what’s going on cuz shes. more than a little wrapped up in her own problems. until it turns into a war.

this battle feels way more vicious than normal. cinderheart tries to recall how this whole thing started and realizes she has absolutely no idea what tf is going on???

throughout the fight she notices weird stuff happening. mousewhisker and redwillow nod to each other. ratscar + blossomfall swap glances. applefur pulls snowbird off thornclaw’s back. literally wtf thinks cinderheart

and then russetfur takes a stab at firestar. out of nowhere, thornclaw goes for her throat. cinderheart barely saves russetfur in the nick of time - the injuries are bad enough that she is forced to retire.

“screw literally everyone in thunderclan except u” blackstar says pointing @ cinderheart “and i hope the rest of you rot in the dark forest.” he rounds the rest of shadowclan up and then leaves.

“well that was weird” says cinderheart. she goes off to find ivypaw and realizes that shes. not responding. oh thats a lot of blood-

cinderpelt pops up again and works w/ cinderheart to patch up ivypaw until she’s stable. they bring her into the medicine den together and let leafpool look her over. she says that they made it in time and ivypaw will live. she leaves to go look after the other patients, leaving cinderheart with her apprentice

cinderheart realizes that this is her fault. had she actually paid attention to ivypaw and given her proper training, this wouldn’t have happened. she resolves to try a lot harder to be a good mentor for ivypaw’s sake.

cinderpelt approves and apologizes for being so intrusive on cinderheart’s life. she really doesnt want to be in here either - this was a decision the idiots in starclan forced on her. she was taking it out on cinderheart, which wasn’t fair for her.

cinderpelt promises to try to give cinderheart as much privacy as she can (while trying to figure out how to get out of her brain). cinderheart thanks her. there’s a brief bonding moment.

cinderpelt says that since ivypaw seems stable she’s going to go to sleep now, since she exhausted herself earlier.

just as cinderpelt goes out to the back of cinderheart’s mind, blossomfall comes storming in about how cinderheart messed the plan up and how cinderheart screwed everything up for everyone & she’s a traitor to the cause, Honestly cinderheart you’re so useless-

“literally wtf are you talking about” says cinderheart

“you saved russetfur,” blossomfall says. “if we take out the leaders and deputies, we can destabilize the clans enough that taking over will be a piece of cake. are you a dark forest trainee or not, cinderheart?”

end of book

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gretacheesefleet · 5 years

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Wild West G.D.

(Lil wild west au)

The thin mountain air was full of dust and the smell of horse manure. For a desolate town there was more people bustling around than you imagined.

Six months. It took you six months to travel here from New York. A few weeks by train to St. Louis and then the rest of the way by stagecoach. You traveled across rivers, plains, and marshes. Through cities, ghost towns, and new settlements. Only to end up in a small town between two mountain ranges in the Montana territory. The view was stunning though. Snow capped mountains with thousands of green conifers surrounded you.

You sigh and step off the stagecoach. Except the last step was farther down than you expected. Gasping as you stumble you close your eyes for the impact.

"Woah easy there Miss, don't want you to ruin your purdy dress." A pair of strong hands straighten you up. Slowly you open your eyes. It's like he's an angel sent to earth from the heavens. The man in front of you is even more breathtaking than the view surrounding the two of you. The cowboy hat sits perfectly atop his head, the suspenders and his tight shirt show the outline of his torso, a holster hangs on his hips from the weight of the pistol, and the trousers make his legs look everlasting. His chiseled jawline would put all the Roman sculptures to shame. Eyes a shade you've never seen before and a smile brighter than the sun.

"Um thank you Mr?" You start brushing of your dress to stop staring at him.

"Please just call me Grayson."

"Nice to meet you Grayson. I'm (y/n)," you hold out your hand. He firmly grips it. Your hand practically disappears in his huge one.

"You new here?" He asks letting go of your hand.

"I thought it was kinda of obvious when I fell of the stagecoach," you giggle grabbing your bags from the driver.

"Oh yeah," Grayson rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Well then what brings you out here to the Montana territory all by yourself?"

"My brother's here. He's been here for almost two years."

"Who is your brother?"

"Lukas (y/l/n). Do you know him?"

"No I sure don't," Grayson says quickly. "You might go see the Marshall he knows everyone."

"Where's his office?"

"Right over there," he points to a building that says Marshall's office in big letters. "I would love to go with you but I've got someone waiting for me so, I really hope I'll be seen you 'round?"

"I hope I see you around too." Grayson tips his hat and takes off. You wave slightly, then you pick up your bags and take off towards the Marshall's office.

It's a plain building built from logs and two glass panes on each side of the door. When you walk in you're met with a tall, old man with a thick gray mustache. "Ello deary. I'm Marshall Collins. How may I help you?"

"I'm (y/n) (y/l/n) and I'm looking for my brother Lukas (y/l/n)."

"Well I hate to tell you this Miss (y/n) but yer brother is dead."

The news struck you like a brick wall. Taking a step back you stared at the Marshall in disbelief.

"What do you mean Lukas is dead? I just got letter from him at St. Louis. He c-can't be dead!"

"I'm sorry but a week ago-"

"A week ago!" A week ago you were traveling through part of the rugged Rockies.

"He was jumped on his way to town. Shot in the back. Two brothers heard the shot and brought the body and the man who shot him into town." You stand there speechless. Your big brother is dead. What are you supposed to do? You can feel the tears start filling up your eyes.

"Where is the man who killed him?" You ask wiping your eyes.

"In the ground," he shrugs. "Hung him the day after. Admitted to the Judge he did it so no use in keeping him 'round."

"Good. Thank you for telling me sir," you nod and walk out. Now you were in deep trouble. You have no money. No place to live.

You look around the town in hope of some form of work. Only one spot catches your eye. A saloon with a big help wanted sign. You wipe your eyes, take a deep breath, pick up your bags, and head to the saloon.

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You started that evening just as all men who had been working came in to have a drink. The dress you are wearing is very revealing leaving nothing of your body to anyone's imagination. Your breasts are practically spilling out of the top and the corset is giving you that "perfect" hourglass shape men seem to love so much.

Everything is going just fine. You flirt with the men, even the ones who reek of an awful stench and with few teeth. Saying the perfect things to get maybe a few dollars in tips so you can afford to go back home to New York.

You are making your way back to the bar when an arm snakes around your waist. Startled you're pulled into a strangers lap. You turn your head to see a man with a thin, black mustache and cold eyes, smirking at you.

"Hey there pretty lady whatcha doin after you're done here?"

"Well I'll probably sleep." You start to stand up.

"All alone?" He pulls you back into his lap rubbing his thumbs in circles on your hips.

"Yes all alone. Please let me go," you struggle to get up.

"Aw nah pretty lady you're staying with me," he starts to nuzzle your neck. Panic starts to come over you. He's so much stronger than you.

"Please. I've got work to do."

"Well if do a little somethin for me I can be sure to treat you good." His hands move farther up your sides.

"No..."

"She said no Billy," a firm voice states.

"Oh go find your own Dolan this one's mine." You look up and see Grayson. He doesn't even look at you.

"Let her go now." He says through a clenched jaw as his hand slowly inches to the pistol resting on his hip. The man roughly pushes you off into the floor.

"Are you lookin for a fight Dolan?" Billy stands sizing Grayson up.

"No I'm not, but the next time I see you handling another lady like that again I will not hesitate to beat some sense into you."

"She ain't no lady," Billy scoffs. "No real lady wears clothes like that. She's just wantin to get a room with me so she can make a few extra dolla-"

He was cut off with a fist to the jaw. You gasp as Billy tackles Grayson. You quickly scoot back against a wall as brawl ensues in front of you. The whole saloon is a mess of flying chairs and bottles. You lose Grayson in the crowd till a hand clamps down on your shoulder. You look up to see him.

"Grayson!" He shakes his head and holds out his hand.

"I'm not Grayson," you look at him confused as he helps you onto your feet. "I'll explain outside."

This Grayson imposter practically drags you out of the saloon.

"DOLAN!" Billy roars throwing a bottle. It misses and hits the swinging doors. You flinch. The boy leading you doesn't flinch a muscle.

"Who are you?" You question. He doesn't answer so you stop walking. "I'm going anywhere until you tell me who you are."

He turns around and you finally get a good look at his face. His lip is busted and his nose is gushing blood.

"Oh my!" You gasp quietly.

"Ethan Dolan. I'm assuming you've met Grayson he's my twin. He said he met a beautiful lady this afternoon but you look a bit different than he described..." Ethan says looking down your body. You blush remembering what your wearing and at what Ethan said.

"I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)," Ethan's eyes go wide for a second. "Is something wrong?"

"No everything's fine."

"Ok well let's get you cleaned up." You started to pull him to a water pump.

"No we should leave before Billy comes out and shoots me." You gasp.

"Would he really do that?"

"He just needs time to cool off. Come on let's go." Ethan heads over to a pretty palomino horse tied to a hitching post. He unties the reins and looks at you.

"What? Never been on a horse before?"

"I've lived in New York City my entire life I've never had the need to ride a horse." You state matter of factly.

Ethan smirks and raises an eyebrow. He holds out his hand.

"Come on I'll help you up."

You hesitantly grab him.

"Okay put your left foot in the stirrup and then swing your right leg over the horse," Ethan instructs you.

You nod and do as he told you. But before you can get your right leg completely over you feel yourself start to fall back. You let out a gasp.

"Woah now!" Ethan catches you and pushes you onto the horse. After you're situated in the saddle he follows suit. Ethan is sitting behind you, arms on both sides of you holding onto the reins.

"Hold on tight to saddle Missy here is a bit of a free spirit."

"I'm not going to fall off am-"

"DOLAN!" Billy comes storming out of the saloon.

"That's our cue," Ethan snaps the reins and Missy takes off galloping. You let out a yell as Billy shouts curses after the two of you.

"And no I won't let you fall!" Ethan says over the loud thunder of hooves.

After you're far enough away from town Ethan slows Missy to a trot. In just a few minutes a small cabin comes into view.

"Gray!" Ethan yells as you approach the cabin. "Grayson!"

Grayson comes running out with out a shirt on. Your mouth drops without you realizing it. This man has truly been blessed. His torso is as toned as you imagined earlier and it's evident that he does this often due to the nice even tan he has.

"Ethan what's wrong? Has something happened? Are you h-" he stops midsentence as Ethan turns the horse a little to reveal you.

You move your gaze down to the ground. You shift nervously.

"(Y/n)?!"

"Hello Grayson."

"What are you doing here? Why are you wearing those clothes? Ethan what are you doing with her? What happened to your face?"

"Woah Gray calm down I'll explain," Ethan climbs off the horse. You swing your leg over and Ethan reaches up grabbing your hips. In one quick motion he lifts you off the horse setting you safely on the ground.

You look around you. It's a dark night but you can make put an outline of a barn in the distance. A slight breeze blows and you shiver.

"Here let's get you inside (y/n)," Grayson grabs onto your arm and steers you into the cabin. "We don't have any ladies clothes but I'm sure we could find something to last through the night."

"Oh thank you Grayson but there's no need-"

"Nonsense (y/n). Now do you mind telling me why you are wearing this saloon getup?"

You look down in embarrassment.

"Well turns out my brother, Lukas, was killed about a week ago. I spent all my money on the trip down here and with Lukas gone I need to go home. The only way I could figure on making money was the saloon." Grayson stays quiet as you explain your problem. When you finish Grayson sighs.

"You can stay here."

"Oh no I don't want to be a burden."

"(Y/n) don't be ridiculous. It's late and you don't have anywhere else to go. I'll go find you some clothes for tonight. Tomorrow we can go get your stuff from town."

You open your mouth to protest but he holds up his hand to silence you. He turns and heads into a room. You look around the small cabin.

You're standing in what appears to be the kitchen and living room. There's a small stove for cooking, a fireplace, a table and chairs, and two rifles on a rack above the front door. On the opposite wall there is another door and some shelves with a few things on it. One wall has two doors. Grayson walks out of one with clothes in his arms.

"Here are some of my clothes. They might be big but it should work for tonight." He hands you the clothes. "You can change in my room." He nods at the door he came from.

You nod and scurry into the room. It's very tiny. There's a belt with gun and holster on a small table in a corner, a bed with a ragged quilt and pillow in one, and a dresser in another.

Slowly you start to undress. You hear the front door shut. You slip on the button up shirt Grayson gave you (which falls to the top of your knees) and tiptoe to the door.

"Where is she?" You hear Ethan ask.

"She's changing in my room."

"Oh. Is she going to sleep in there?"

"Yeah I'll sleep in your room with you."

"She's a real beauty isn't she?"

"Oh yeah she is," Grayson sighs.

What Ethan says next is so quiet you can't make out the words. When you open the door they're leaned over the table with their backs turned. They jump when you clear your throat. In sync their eyes widen when they notice how little you're wearing. Clearing your throat their eyes shoot back up.

"Um it's pretty late, I uh, I'm going to get some sleep. I'm sleeping in your room right Grayson?" You gesture to his room.

"Uh yeah. Yeah! See you tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Night. Um I just want to say thank you," you smile at him. "Especially you Ethan. I don't know what I would have done if you wouldn't have intervened like that."

"Aw it was nothin'." Ethan says sheepishly.

Smiling you make the way back into the room. Blowing out the kerosene lamp you crawl into the bed.

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The smell of frying bacon wakes you in the morning. Looking around you noticed your clothes from yesterday are gone. They have been replaced with a shirt and pants. There's a pair of boots sitting beside the door. Quickly you get dressed. The pants are too long so you roll up the bottoms and you have to tuck in the button up. The boots are a bit to big so you stuff socks in the toe.

When you open the door your jaw drops. A bare back of one of the twins is the sight you're blessed with. Muscles ripple as he bends down to pick up the towel he just dropped. It's so tan and smooth. You want to run your hands all over it.

He starts to turn around and you shake your head to break the trance. The beautiful body belonged to Grayson. He's holding a pan full of bacon. A smile breaks out on his face.

"Good morning. You're just in time for breakfast. Bacon and biscuits. I hope the clothes aren't to big on you."

"Oh they're fine thank you. Breakfast looks delicious."

"Here," Grayson sits down the pan and pulls out a chair for you. When you sit down he gives you some bacon and a biscuit.

"Um thank you again for letting me stay here." You take a bite of bacon.

Grayson's back is to you again as he rummages through the cabinets.

"It's really no problem (y/n). Here. Blackberry jam. Homemade," he sits a jar full of black goo in front of you. He hands a knife to you.

Thinking back to yesterday you remember how he acted when you mentioned your brother.

"Are you sure you didn't know Lukas? I mean this is a really small town." You ask between bites. Graysons back visibly stiffens.

"Grayson? Did you know him? Please tell me."

"Yeah," he nods and turns to you. "Yes we knew Lukas. Actually we're the ones who found him."

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p-artsypants · 4 years

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Much Obliged (2)

Based on @bugaboo-n-bananoir‘s amazing Cowboy!Adrien and Witch!Marinette AU.

It’s important to know that almost everything is the same in this AU. I’m just changing them from superheroes to a witch and a cowboy. (A magically enhanced Cowboy, but I digress.)

Ao3

Part One

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“I’m not crazy, am I Tikki?” Marinette asked.

It had been a week since school started, and every time Marinette made eye contact with the sweet Cowboy, she felt her face flush. He was just so kind, honest, and smart! Not to mention adorable!

She had collected an array of photos from his modeling career, but it almost seemed like looking at a different person without the Cowboy charm.

“Not crazy, just in love.”

“Oh please,” Marinette waved her off. “I would hardly call it love. But…I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“That’s normal. Especially when you spend 8 hours a day with him and his boots.” Tikki giggled.

“But I’ve been stuttering and stammering around him all week! He probably thinks I’m a weirdo!”

“Marinette...he thinks he’s a Cowboy.”

“What? No, he is a Cowboy. Just like I’m a witch. We went over this.”

“Okay, if you say so. If you really want to get over your stammering, you just need to talk to him. Invite him to hang out!”

“What? Like a date?”

“Not necessarily. A strong friendship is often a great place to start a relationship. Who knows, you might like him more as a friend anyway!”

Marinette put a finger to her chin. “Hmmm...I suppose so. But what would we do? I don’t know how much we have in common yet!”

“You could take him for a flight! He seemed really interested in it!”

“Hey yeah!” She looked to her window, where the full moon was shining through. “I’ll go now!”

“Now??”

“Yeah! It’ll be a surprise! And it’s a Friday night, so we don’t have school tomorrow.”

“You’ve talked me into it! Let’s go sweep that boy off his feet!”

Marinette grabbed her broomstick, which was propped up by the door to her balcony. Instead of putting on her new hat, she put on the Cowboy hat Adrien had given her.

“How do I look?” Marinette twirled.

“Mighty purdy!” Tikki giggled.

“Don’t make fun of him!”

“I’m not! I think it’s cute!”

After that, they flew together out the window.

Marinette didn’t actually know where Adrien lived, but in the era of GPS, she could look up his address for fan mail and find his house.

It was only around the corner from her! Small world!

A huge mansion, with a tall wall all the way around it, Marinette was surprised that she hadn’t guessed it first.

As she floated around the house, she found a wall of windows, the lights out inside. But there was a light on over the desk, and a boy hard at work.

The same boy she had been looking for.

He was doing his homework, likely so he could have the weekend free. His hat was on the coffee table, his boots kicked off nearby. And his flannel was untucked and unbuttoned.

A black cat sat on his lap, which he stroked absently.

Delicately, Marinette tapped on the glass.

Adrien perked up at the noise, startled. Then he turned to look at the window and his eyes lit up with joy.

He shoved the cat off his lap and went to the window.

“Well! I’ll be! A little witch has appeared at my window! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She blushed at how happy he sounded to see her. “You sounded interested when I brought up flying the other day. The moon is beautiful out. I thought you might like to take a spin?”

“You’ve come to sweep me off my feet?” His eyes twinkled with mirth.

“That I have, buckaroo.”

He took her in. “My, you ride side saddle like a pro! But cha ain’t got no saddle!”

She giggled. “I don’t need a saddle! It’s a broom!”

“Sure you do! Every self respecting steed needs a saddle, come on in, and I’ll see what I can rustle up!”

Marinette floated through the open window and hovered over the plush carpet.

His room was huge. Her parents entire apartment could probably fit inside it. Despite Adrien’s proclivities towards the American West, the room wasn’t quite as rustic as she imagined. Though, much more rustic than any other place in Paris, she assumed. He had a rock wall, and a skateboarding ramp. And on the second story, yeah, he had a second story, there was a collection of movies.

She assumed most were westerns.

As for the decor, well...there was a mechanical bull in the corner. She also spied a genuine cattle skull and a cow skin blanket over the bed.

Wait was that a wagon wheel?

Adrien returned from the closet. “Ah ha! Here we are!” He held a thick wool blanket over his arm. “I knew my actual saddles wouldn’t fit on the stick. So let’s give this a try.”

“It really is sweet of you, Adrien. But I don’t really need it.”

“Ya sure? Don’t want cha gettin’ splinters in your cooter.”

Marinette doubled over in laughter, loosing her balance and falling off the broom, right into Adrien’s arms. She didn’t even have the mind to be embarrassed. She just hugged him and laughed harder.

Adrien laughed right along with her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Golly Marinette, your laughter sure is contagious!” He giggled, looking down at her.

She looked up, meeting his eyes. Her laughter faded, seeing how close he was. Their noses were almost touching.

“I-I-I couldn’t help it...you just make me laugh.”

“That’s swell!” He squeezed her and put her on her feet. “Well, I don’t want to pressure you into takin’ this if it’ll make things harder for you.”

“I’m willing to give it a try. May I?”

“Shore!” He handed the blanket over.

The broom still levitated, and Adrien watched as she wrapped the blanket around the handle once, and then draped the remaining over the edges. Then she sat down again.

“Oh! This is nice! A little more surface area to sit along with the cushion!”

“Glad I could be of some service!”

“Want to try it out?”

“You’re sure I won’t be too heavy?”

“Positive!”

A new voice spoke. “It’s powered by magic after all!” A red fairy-bug-thing flew out of her hat.

“Ah! A Flying varmit!”

“No no Adrien!” Marinette waved her arms to calm him down. “This is my familiar, Tikki. She’s the embodiment of my magic.”

Adrien rested a hand on his heart. “Beggin’ your pardon ma’am! You just spooked me!”

“Tikki has a tendency to do that.”

“Is she always with you? I ain’t never seen her before.”

“Yes, she’s usually in my purse.”

“Boy, I wish I had a constant companion. All I got is Plagg, but he’s more of a bully than a friend.”

“Plagg?” Marinette asked.

“My cat.” He pointed at the black blob that had taken up residence on his chair.

Marinette rolled up her sleeves. “I think I can help with that!” She raised her hands, as her eyes glowed blue.

Plagg flashed blue as well, but didn’t seem harmed.

He stood, stretched, and trotted over to Adrien. At his feet, the cat simply stated, “I’m hungry.”

Adrien busted a gut, laughing too hard. “I knew if you ever learned how to talk, that’d be the first thing you’d say to me!!”

“I want cheese. Camembert. Microwave it for 5 seconds.”

“Well hot damn Mari, I knew you made him smart, but did you have to make him picky too?”

“I’ve always been picky. That why you’re the only one who can pet me. And now this girl too, because she has made my demands known.”

Marinette didn’t respond. She was too busy freaking out because Adrien had called her a new nickname.

“Did you just call me Mari?”

“Oh shoot, darlin’! I’m always giving you nicknames.”

She blushed. “Well, Mari just seemed...I don’t know. Special?”

“Cause you’re a special girl! Shucks, and that’s besides your magical-ness!”

“Stop! You’re making me blush!”

“Well, I happen to think you’re mighty purdy when you blush. That’s all.”

Her face was crimson as she cupped her cheeks.

He snickered after her, his own cheeks coloring slightly. “Are you going to be good to fly? Or do you want me to take the reins?”

She elbowed him gently. “If you stop teasing me, I’ll be perfectly fine to fly.”

“Shore thing, ma’am.”

She sat down daintily, the broom moving to the perfect height automatically. “Your turn.”

“Hold on.” He grabbed his hat, and slipped on his boots. “Just in case we run out of juice.”

“Fair.” She grinned. “We won’t, but what’s a Cowboy without his hat and boots?”

He put a finger in her face and spoke sternly. “Not worth a hill of beans. You remember that.”

“Alright.” She blinked.

“Okie dokie, how do you want me to do this?”

“Can you try riding sideways like me? But have your legs over the other side to counterbalance.”

He dropped onto the broom, sliding around until he got his balance. But the handle was kind of short for two people, so he had to sidle right up to her. “This is kinda—here, is this alright?” He reached an arm around her and rested his hand in the front to brace himself up.

She blushed again. “Do you feel safe?”

“Don’t know how I couldn’t with you around, My Lady.”

She beamed at him.

“You know we Cowboy’s have a phrase—“

“You have a lot of phrases.”

“A-HEM. We have a phrase that goes, ‘Jumping the broom’.”

“What does it mean?”

“It’s another way of saying gettin’ hitched. Married.”

She snorted.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone you and I jumped the broom over the weekend.”

“They’ll probably all look at you like you’re insane.”

“Well, it’ll be our own private joke.”

“Our first inside joke! This friendship is coming along beautifully.”

“I’d say it’s a huckleberry above a persimmon!”

“I don’t know what that means, but I agree with you.” She giggled.

“It means good, no sweatin’.”

“Good! You ready?”

“Shore thing!”

“Alright, here we go!”

The broom lifted into the air, and Adrien rocked slightly, but he regained his balance quick enough. Then it took off out the window, and lifted into the sky.

“YEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAWWWW!” Adrien cried as they cleared several buildings in seconds. “Marinette, this is funner than switching your enemies piñata with a bee hive!”

She guffawed, the broom dipping slightly. “Have you done that before!?”

“No, but I assume it’d be pretty fun!”

After they did a fast lap around Paris, weaving through the Eiffel Tower, and the Arc de Triomphe, they came to a coast, just enjoying the night.

“My oh my…I could do this everyday for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.”

“I feel the same.” Marinette admitted, gazing over the city lights. “When my grandfather taught me to fly when I was little, I told myself I’d get out as much as possible. And I do. Except when it rains. It’s just no fun then.“

“Your grandpappy? Was he a witch too?”

“A sorcerer.” She replied wistfully. “Master of all schools of magic. He’s the one that taught me what I know. I have his spell book too, I’ve been trying to learn from it.”

“He’s not around no more?”

“Not in Paris.” She said fondly. “He decided to get into a school of magic that my parents weren’t comfortable with, so he went back to China.”

“What school is that?”

“Necromancy.”

He tilted his head. “Which is?”

“It has to do with the dead. Raising the dead, communing with the dead, avoiding death, and other things that fall into the category, like possession and mind control.”

“That sounds like some spooky stuff. No offense to your pappy.”

“No, I think he’d agree. I think it intrigues him. That’s why he became a Lich.”

“Lich? Is that like...a love witch?”

“No,” she giggled. “It’s a magic user that rejects death. But they lose their humanity. He’s basically a living skeleton now.”

“That’s awful!”

“It would be. But I video chatted with him a few days ago. He’s the same person, just without skin. It’s kinda funny. My dad calls him Skeletor.”

“Are your parents witches too?”

“Nope! Just me! My mom knows a few healing spells, but that’s all she ever cared about. My dad doesn’t have a magical bone in his body.”

“Wow! So you’re going at it alone now, huh?”

“Well like I said, I have my grandfather’s spellbook. But yeah, I’m my own mentor. What about you? Anyone else in your family that’s a Cowboy?”

“Not really. My uncle, my mom’s brother, he owns a cattle farm out in the country, but I wouldn’t call him a Cowboy. He taught me how to ride a horse and how to shoot a gun though.”

“So did you grow up there? Or...?”

He shrugged, timid. “Naw, I grew up here in Paris, don’t really have a rhyme or reason why I am the way I am. Just comes naturally, I reckon. In my blood or somethin’. Don’t know fer shore.” He swung his legs, swaying the broom slightly. “My old man, he doesn’t like it much. Thinks I’m actin’.”

“Well, if you say you’re a Cowboy, you’re a Cowboy. Ain’t nothin’—er, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

He smiled at her, leaning in slightly. “Say My Lady, you know any love spells?”

“Why?”

“Hmm, just wonderin’.”

“Well, I haven’t memorized any, but I know there’s some in my book.”

“You know, I was thinkin’ ‘bout it...maybe it’s none my business. But, on the first day of school, Chloe said you were pretending to be a witch and even Niño—“

“Nino.”

“That’s what I said. Even he said you were just good at slight of hand. Why don’t they believe you?”

Marinette sighed, allowing the broom to coast over the Seine. They floated just above the water, which was still in the evening.

“I’ve gotten better as I’ve gotten older. But when I first learned a spell, I was so excited to show my classmates. It was really easy, just snap your fingers to get a little flame.” She snapped, demonstrating the spell.

Adrien’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“When I got to school, I gathered everyone together, and when I went to perform...I couldn’t. Too many eyes. Chloe ridiculed me. While everyone else has let it go, she likes to torment me about it all the time. I think I encourage her by perpetuating witch stereotypes. No matter how hard I try, I can’t perform magic around our classmates.”

“Oh golly gee, My heart breaks for you darlin. But it’s mighty brave of you to continue studying even though you were hurt so badly. Takes real guts, honest!”

“Thanks Adrien. I think you’re pretty brave too.”

“Why ya know, I bet I could help you out yer magical constipation!”

“How do you figure?”

“I’m thinking perhaps if we plan it right, and I’m there with you, you might get the confidence you need to wow them school kids! What sorts’a spells you know?”

She laughed. “Oh my gosh! I don’t know any good spells that would work! I know plenty of slight of hand tricks, minor hexes and illusions. But my show stoppers are all dangerous, like lightning bolts or fireballs.”

“Whyja learn stuff like that?”

“I thought it would be fun?” She said, nervously.

“Well, I’m sure we could come up with something. Don’t you worry, Darlin.”

“Well, thank you Adrien! I think that’s—“

She was interrupted, however, by a figure in black, rocketing across the ground. It moved faster than any vehicle should in the city.

“What in tarnation is that?!”

#much obliged #cowboy adrien #witch marinette

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vintagevalentinex · 4 years

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Yes

So this is my Galentine’s Day Fic!!

This fic is for @sometimes-iwritee so I hope she likes it! :)

This is the longest fic I’ve ever written, and I’m still trying to figure out how I pulled that off. I used the song At Last by Etta James as inspiration. Listen to it here!

Admittedly, I’m a little nervous because this fic is pretty long and I’ve never written anything on this scale. Please let me know what you think!!

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Title: Yes Author: vintagevalentinex Words: ~4450 (What even.) Pairing: (Benny x Reader) Warnings: Fluff and filth. Flifth? Unprotected sex.

It was the same every year.

It seemed like all the witches came out of the woodwork every single year around Valentine’s Day. There were always dumb suckers who were desperate to have someone to call their own, and would do anything to be with someone. That’s where you came in. You always found yourself hunting witches, and if there was one thing that really pissed you off, it was witches. They are the worst. You definitely weren’t going to call the Winchesters in on this one. They were the absolute worst dealing with witches. You rolled your eyes just thinking about it as you sat in yet another dive bar, wishing you were back in Louisiana. Never thought I’d say that… You had reason to long for that balmy, humid, hot as hell state. That reason being your burly, bearded, bear-of-a-man who loved you so dearly. It was hard going on hunts that were so far away when you knew that Benny was waiting on you back home, your home that you shared with him. Valentine’s Day was never a big deal for you, seeing as you never had anyone to share it with, but this year was different. This would have been the first Valentine’s Day that you would have someone to be lovey-dovey with, and you could actually be one of those couples you made fun of on the day-at-hand. Who knows? Maybe I’ll actually be able to get back there by the 14th. You swirled around the whiskey in your glass as you looked at the drunken antics of the people in the bar when you felt your phone vibrating. You smiled as you saw the picture on the screen, Benny in his apron, smiling behind the counter of his little diner.

“Hello sweetheart.”

“Mmm…well in’ dat’ da mos’ beautiful voice in the whole world.”

You grinned to yourself, shaking your head. “You miss me that much, huh Benny?”

“Course I do, (Y/N). nothin’ pretty ta look at when yer gone.”

“Is that the only reason you miss me?”

“Naw, shug. The bed’s been real cold at night…”

You roll your eyes, chewing on your bottom lip. It was crazy how just hearing his voice could turn your entire mood around. You could hear him chuckling on the other end.

“I miss you, Benny.”

“Miss ya too, darlin’. Can’t wait ‘till ya get home. Would tha’ be anytime soon?”

“I’m trying, baby. These damn witches are so annoying.”

“Need me ta come help, shug?”

“I should be fine. I’ll let you know.”

“Well…I hope ya can make it home for Valentine’s Day. Sure would be nice to spend it with ya.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Love you, darlin’. Stay safe, and I wouldn’t be too offended if you so decided to send me some pictures…”

You laughed loudly, almost catching too much attention in the bar. “In your dreams, lover boy.”

You hit “end” on your phone, downing the rest of your drink so you could head back to the motel. You needed to gank these witches pronto.

You were covered in blood, dirt, sweat, and mystery goo, but you were finally able to take out that damn coven. You were lucky that they were mostly amateurs; you weren’t sure if you would have been able to take down a full coven of witches that were more skilled. You were driving at high speed down the interstate, wanting nothing but your face meeting the pillows of your bed. You pulled your phone off the charger, calling the only person you wanted to speak to at the moment.

“Mmm…cher…imagine mah surprise when I look at mah phone an see yer purdy face on the screen…”

“Yeah, yeah…totally not in the mood right now…”

“What’s wrong, cher? Hunt not shapin’ up how ya like…?”

“No…it’s…I’m fine, I’m just tired. I’m on my way back, actually. Just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Oh ‘lil darlin’ I knew ya loved me! I jus’ knew it! So yer not stayin’ in a motel tonight? Might be easier for ya to drive when you’ve had a few hours a’ shut eye.”

“I’m fine. Sounds like you don’t love me at all, not wanting me home and everything…”

“S’not it, shug. Jus’ don’t wanna hafta scrape yer hide off the highway…”

You chuckled into the phone, the gravelly warmth of Benny’s voice lightening your mood. “I’ll be careful, I promise. I can’t wait to see you, Benny. I should be home soon.”

“I miss ya too, cher. Can’t wait ta have ya in my arms…now I noticed tha’ ya didn’t send me any of those pictures we were talkin’ ‘bout…”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you focused on the road. “You’re an idiot. I’ll talk to you later.”

You smiled to yourself as you heard the familiar crunching of the gravel underneath your tires as your car arrived to the front of the diner that you helped Benny run. You drove through the night, wanting to desperately get home to the cozy little apartment at the back of the diner. The bed and Netflix was calling your name as soon as you took the hottest shower known to man. After all of that you knew that your burly vampire would be ready to cuddle down with you under the warm blankets of your bed. You pulled your gear from the car, your clothes wrecked to hell with all kinds of mess as you approached the door, to find a sign in the window.

Closed for Valentine’s Day. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Your eyebrows furrowed. Hmm…I can’t remember the last time Benny closed for something like this. Wait, is today Valentine’s Day? You pulled your phone out of your pocket, checking the date on the phone. Well damn…it is. I wonder what he’s up to. You fished your keys out, opening the door to the diner, seemingly quiet. You figured Benny would at least be washing dishes or something. Come to think of it, his truck wasn’t around… You dialed.

“Ah hope it’s safe to assume yer home, shug…”

“And I’m pretty damn sure it’s safe to assume you’re nowhere to be found? Seriously, Benny?”

He chuckled. “Aw cher don’ be like dat. It is Valentine’s Day after all…”

You huffed. “So…what? My present for today is not having to see you…?”

“Awww shug, don’ do me like dat. Here ah am, tryin’ ta be romantic an’ everythin’…”

“Mmhmm…so…are you planning on coming back tonight…?”

He chucked again. “Well…not exactly…you’ll see…why don’t ya go take a nice, long bath. You deserve it, darlin’.”

Well that’s not a terrible idea, actually. “Alright. For once you’re actually making sense—“

“Darlin’!”

“Alright, alright!” You nearly pouted into the phone. “Will I see you soon, Benny? I’ve missed you so much, and knowing you’re not here makes the entire place seem so lonely.”

“You’ll find me soon ‘nuff, lil’ baby. Now go on an’ relax.“

You grumble as you throw your things down in the main room of your apartment, ready to take a hot shower and pout in bed until Benny decided to show his face. You strip off your clothes, leaving them in a pool on the floor as you pad toward the bathroom, confused as you see the closed door. That’s weird…we never keep this door closed. Hunter reflexes kicking in, you brace your hand on the knob. Great…I come home from killing fucking witches, and now I have to fight naked. What a time to be alive.

Ready to take out whatever is behind the door, you rip it open to find…

Really…? Is he serious? You huff as you shuffle into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you, your face softening as you note the petal floating on the surface of the water, sweet smelling lavender and citrus wafting up from the tub. You stepped carefully into the large tub, sinking down low, the water all the way up to your chin. Scanning the room, you realized you didn’t see the back of the door. A beautiful, red, lacy dress hung there.

Even if he is a big oaf, he does have impeccable taste.

Smiling to yourself, you soaked in the water, dipping your toes in and out of tub, enjoying the slow, relaxing pace of being able to just soak. This was usually not a luxury granted to hunters and the lifestyle, so you were definitely going to take advantage. Benny tried to make life here as normal for the both of you as he could, but he could only do so much. How normal could our life be? I’m basically Buffy, and he’s Angel…Spike…?….Angel…? Hell, I don’t know! After soaking in the tub until your fingers got pruney, you carefully stepped out, sore muscles completely soothed and relaxed as you wrapped a big fluffy towel around your body. You grabbed the dress off the door and headed back to the bedroom. I guess I’m supposed to put this on…

You laid the dress on the freshly made bed. He made the bed? What the hell is going on? Slipping into the closet, you pull out a pair of black patent leather pumps. Setting them aside, you change your undergarments, slipping into the set you bought specifically for tonight. At least he’s not the only one with surprises.

Removing the dress from the velvet hanger, you see a note pinned on the inside. Carefully unpinning the note, you hold it up as you read:

I’m glad you were able to relax. Meet me out back so I can hold you close. Xoxo

Smirking, you roll your eyes as you slip on the dress that fit you perfect. I’m going to pretend that’s not creepy. Slipping on your shoes you clicked through the apartment to the back door, the weather perfect enough to leave your jacket behind. Opening the back door you were greeted with the loveliest sight.

Flower petals created a trail that lead back into the woods behind your place. You smiled genuinely as you followed the path into the woods, small little tea lights shaped like hearts lit your way as you traveled deeper into the trees.

After about a peaceful five minute walk, you came into a clearing. You gasped as you saw what was in front of you, a grin etched on your face.

The most beautiful tent…fort…you didn’t know what to call it, but it was lined with flower petals and fairy lights. The lights even twinkled in the trees.

As you stepped closer, you could hear one of your favorite songs playing. When the hell did he have time to do this?

At last my love has come along My lonely days are over and life is like a song, oh yeah

You called out to him. “Benny?! Benny are you there?!” You stepped closer, the smile lingering on your lips as you continued to take in the beautiful scene in front of you. You were so enthralled that you didn’t notice a pair of thick, muscled arms wrap around your middle until it was too late. The stranger paced his head on your shoulder, whispering in your ear.

“Hello, shug. I do good?”

You turned around in his grasp, your hands pressed against his chest. You leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips, smiling as you murmured against him, his beard tickling you.

“This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me, Benny. I love you so much.” You hugged him tightly, pouting when he put you at arm’s length.

“Lemme get a good look at ya, darlin’. Been missin’ ya somethin’ terrible.” He takes your hand, twirling you around, taking in your form. He yanks on your hand, your body slamming against his burly chest. Chuckling, he links your arm through his as he leads you over to the makeshift fort, plush blankets and pillows all over the area. The both of you take a seat inside, kicking off your shoes as you scoot closer to him. You breathe him in, something spicy and woodsy as you link your fingers together, seeing the multitude of stars sparkling over your apartment.

“Benny, I can’t think of anything more perfect than this…thank you.” You smiled up at him, giggling as he brushed your knuckles across his lips, his eyes twinkling the way they did when he was amused.

“Ain’t no thing, cher. But the night ain’t over…”

He got up, leaving you there to rearrange the pillows as you heard him shuffling around somewhere behind the fort. He comes back around, with a bottle of champagne and some fruit to nibble on for you. You look inquisitively up at him, his smile only growing.

“Ah ate before. Wanted ta focus on you tonight, darlin’.”

You smiled shyly as he sat back down next to you, pouring the both of you very full glasses of champagne. You sipped slowly as you leaned against his sturdy frame, letting him feed you strawberries and grapes, his fingers lingering at your lips every so often.

At last the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you

You hummed contentedly, wanting to remain in this moment for the rest of your life as you smiled up at the man you loved. You never thought you could be with someone as caring, loyal, and kind as Benny. The men on the road were merely there one day and gone the next, but when you met Benny, your entire world changed. He was the only one you saw and wanted to see. You knew your relationship was…complicated…but that wouldn’t stop you from loving him. And you knew he felt the same way about you.

The champagne and strawberries were soon forgotten as Benny bent down, pressing his lips to yours once again, his hands going into your hair as he pulled you closer, your dress hiking up as you straddle his lap, hissing as you feel his bulge grinding against your thin panties. You finally muster enough courage to open your eyes, seeing his staring intently down at you. His voice was strangled, as if trying to choose between two choices in his mind.

“(Y/N)…’dis isn’t the way I planned this evenin’…”

You smile, looking up at him through your eyelashes, hands running up and down his chest. “And just how did you want this evening to go, Benny?”

He hesitated a moment before pulling you (begrudgingly) off of his lap and bringing you to his side to star gaze once again. Pulling you close, you snuggled into his side as he slung an arm around you. He cleared his throat and shifted a little before he started to speak.

“Darlin’…I know I tell ya I love you all the time, but I don’t think I’ve ever really went into it. I was a broken man when ya met me. Hell, I’ve been broken for a long time. I was in the worst way, and I was on a one way track to completely destroying myself. I thought I had nothin’ in this worl’ to keep me goin’. I didn’t belong. I didn’t belong with my own kind or with anyone else.—“

You try to interject but he just continues. “And then, by the grace o’ God, or whoever is runnin’ that place now, I met you. You. You are everythin’ in this world that is good, that is kind. You are everythin’ that should be treasured and protected. I can never thank you enough for lettin’ me be the luckiest man in the universe for being able to hold onto your heart. I love the way you smile at me, the way you yell at me when I’m actin’ like a plain fool, the way ya fight, the way ya comfort me, hell, even the way your hair makes me suffocate every damn mornin’.” He chuckles. “But mostly…I love the way you make me feel like I could be better, that I could be a better man, that I could do good things in this worl’.”

He took a deep breath, staring tenderly at you as he pulls something out of his pocket, making both of you sit up, face to face.

“Would you do me the honor of being able to hold onto your heart for the rest of our lives, (Y/N)? Will ya marry me?” He showed you the ring, pressed between his fingers.

You stared in shock for a moment before your eyes finally made their way back to his nervous ones, your own glimmering with tears as you nearly tackle him making the both of you crash to the ground as you pepper kisses all over his face, leaving red lipstick marks all over his cheeks and forehead. He chuckles, holding you by the shoulders.

“I take that as a ‘yes’, shug?”

You grin, letting him slip the ring onto your finger. “Of course it’s a yes! I…I don’t even know what to say! I’m so damn happy right now!”

I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own

He laughed, rolling the both of you over, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, your dress hiking up around your hips as you lie on your back. Benny wedges himself in between your legs, your dress hiking up even higher as he grinds himself against you, the heat from his body penetrating your flesh, your hands gripping at his back, pulling on his shirt. He chuckles at you as you wantonly pull at his shirt, getting it up and over his head, taking it from you as he tosses it somewhere out of the way. He pulls your thighs up around his waist, pulling you up into a sitting position, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kisses you again, his hands tracing the zipper running along your spine. You grind yourself into him as he unzips your dress, making you lift your arms up momentarily to pull the dress off of you. He throws your dress (hopefully to the same place he threw his shirt as he lays you back down, nearly growling as he takes in your red bra and panties.

“Mmm…well look at ya, cher…all dressed up fer me.”

You could feel yourself blushing as he bent down, nuzzling at the valley between your breasts, his fingers finding the clasp at the back as he rubbed his beard against you, humming into your skin. Your hips arched up, trying to gain some kind of friction. You could feel him smiling against your breasts as he finally pulled the straps of your bra down, pulling it slowly off of your body as he began to tease you with soft kisses and licks, not stopping until every last inch of your breasts were tended to by his soft lips. His eyes locked onto yours as he leisurely took a taut nipple into his mouth, suckling, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. You nearly hiss, your back arching from the ground as your hips continue to buck up against him, your hands finding their way into his hair, tugging gently as he switches, giving the other nipple its desperately needed attention. Your eyes snap shut as you just feel, shivering as his lips begin to travel lower, pressing kisses into your tummy and teasing your belly button.

You whimper, your hands finally finding his. “Benny…please…now baby, please now…”

All you got back was a smirk. He went lower, still holding your hands as he pressed his nose against your panties, breathing in deeply, groaning as his eyes darted up to yours. “Mmm ah know what ya need, darlin’, but I’m not done with you yet. Be good for me ‘lil baby.”

He presses hot, wet kisses against your inner thighs, the muscles twitching and straining to not squeeze his head off as his beard rubs against the sensitive skin. He lets go of your hands to hook his fingers into your panties, grunting as he slips them over your hips and off of you. He sits up on his knees, his hands on the outside of your thighs as he scoops your lower half up, moving his hands to your ass as he pulls your hips up to his mouth, forcing you to grip at the sheets and pillows on the ground. He smiled, diving face first into your pussy, nearly attacking it with his mouth. His tongue teased open your folds, mouthing at them, rubbing them between his lips, letting them go with a loud, wet, “pop” as his tongue circled your hole. You turned your head, biting at your finger as you wriggled against him, his strong arms keeping you immobile, and in the position you were in, there was nothing you could do but take the sweet pleasure he was giving you. His lips moved languidly to your clit, wrapping around it and suckling, pulling it into his mouth as you whined with pleasure, your mouth hanging open as he continued to slurp and lap at your pussy. You could feel yourself clenching tightly, wanting him in you so desperately as you began to see white spots before your eyes. At first you thought it was the stars or the fairy lights, but they began to get brighter and brighter until it was just all white light as you screamed out his name, falling completely over the edge, his tongue continuing to work in you as you rode out your orgasm. He gently set your legs back down onto the ground, his hips still nudged between yours as your eyes began to refocus, his smiling doting face looking down on you as he wiped some of your slick from his beard.

I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill I’ve never known, oh yeah

“Y’alright, darlin’?”

All you could do is nod and smile dopily at him. You heard him chuckle as he stood up, eyeing your body. He began to whistle as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling his underwear down with them, his erection already dripping with precum, pressed against his belly as he slowly sinks back down onto his knees, falling over you, his hands planted on either side of your head as he takes your lips into another searing kiss, groaning as you taste yourself on him. You hook your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you, your heels digging into his muscled ass as you urge him on, feeling his cockhead rubbing against your swollen clit. With one hand, he guides himself slowly into you, inch by agonizing inch. By the time he is completely inside of you, you are a trembling, crying mess, your hands raking down his arms and back, clawing at him as he remains unmoving inside of you, bending down to whisper against your lips, “I love you, (Y/N). And I know I asked ya already, and I know ya said yes already, but I need to ask again. Will ya marry me, darlin’?”

You couldn’t believe he was trying to ask you questions right now. You practically screamed. “Yes! Benny, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Please…I need you right now!!”

He grunted against your mouth, as he began to move his hips, starting out hard and slow, deliberate, hard strokes into your pussy, making your body lurch backward over and over again as he took his time. You could feel him, throbbing and hot inside of you, your walls already clenching and clamping around him, already needy for him to spill inside of you. Your heels dug harder into his ass as he began to pick up the pace, the sound of his skin slapping against your began to grow louder, the delicious friction of your bodies writhing against each other was heating you up, your brow glistened with sweat, almost glittering in the moonlight as your hands find his face, pulling him down to make his lips crash to yours, kissing him hard as he picks up the pace, slamming into your body now, his hands underneath you, palms against your shoulder blades as he holds you close, driving into you as hard and has fast as he can, now grunting into your ear. Your walls flutter around him as you cannot hold back any longer and cry out his name as you begin to come, feeling him pump into you roughly a few more times before he groans out your name, spilling into you. He takes your hands into his own, pressing his forehead to yours as you both remain connected, panting heavily as you just stare at each other.

You smiled, you smiled oh and then the spell was cast And here we are in Heaven

Your stares soon turn into lazy smiles as Benny finally pulls out of you, flopping over onto his back. He pulled you into his side, and you happily snuggled into him. Your legs tangled, your hand tracing lazy circles into his chest as he rumbled low with satisfaction. He dipped his head to press a kiss to your temple, a hand finding purchase in your hair, rubbing at your scalp, feeling a chuckle rumble from his chest as you mew softly at his ministrations. He spoke softly, as to not break the spell of the moment.

“I had nothin’ ‘till I met you, (Y/N). And now…now I have everythin’ because I have you. Will you—“

You slipped your hand over his mouth, giggling softly, already knowing what he was going to say.

“Benny. I’ve said it several times now. I can’t wait to spend forever with you, no matter what. No matter what comes our way, through anything…I want to be with you.”

You slithered up to press a kiss to his mouth before he could speak again. You mumbled against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…” chanting that one simple word as if it were a prayer until you fell asleep. Benny laced his fingers with yours, his eyes unable to stop looking at the ring on your finger. He covered the both of you with a sheet, keeping you warm, looking forward to waking up with you in the morning.

He was no longer a broken man, for where he had cracks and holes, your love now filled the spaces. And he had your heart to cherish and protect.

For you are mine at last.

#spn #benny lafitte #benny lafitte x reader #benny lafitte/reader #repost #new blog #my vampirate

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Guilty or Innocent - Iris

Asked someone to marry you?

“No. Not mi thin’. The whole... damn idea about marriage and shite? I dunno. Like... spending rest or yer life with the same person? Absolutely! Its just... Dont get mi wrong here! But the whole mess about marriage, and such.. It sounds so damn artificial. Do I wanna live with someone for the rest of mi years? Sure! But I dont need a fockin’ ring to prove it to anyone.. Then again.. If someone was to ask mi to marry her? Yeah, why not? If ya want a damn ring, lets get a damn ring!”

Kissed one of your friends?

“Shite... Well, yeah. About that... I have kissed many of mi friends actually.. And let mi tell ya. It always ends up into a fockin’ mess. One way or another! I... guess I should stop kissin’ mi friends..?”

Danced on a table in a bar / tavern? “You.. happen to know what Im doin’ for livin’? Yeah. Basically that.”

Ever told a lie?

“Just show me a fockin’ person who has not, and I’ll show ya a bastard who’s lying right there, on dat very damn moment! We all lie... Some more than others, but thats not the point, righto?”

Had feelings for someone you can’t have?

“Yeah... Ya remember I just told ya about kissin’ mi friends and shite? Well dat. I messed up real good. Like... the royal mess up! I still have feelin’s for her... Could rip mi damn heart out for her... But I think she just might be lost for mi for good... Im not giving up though! But as thin’s are.. What happened between us... Heck. It might be a lost fockin’ cause.”

Ever kissed someone of the same sex?

“Im... so very much a bean flicker, ya know? Never had interest in opposite sex... Does dat answer yer question?”

Kissed a picture? "No? Seven hells, why would I be suckin’ on some damn piece of paper?”

Slept until 5pm? “Im a night owl.. I wake up sometime durin’ the afternoon. So yeah. I will sleep until 5pm, if you dont come and wake mi up. Which is fockin’ annyin’ by tha way.. Just let mi sleep..”

Worked at a fast food chain / restaurant “Nope.. And dont have a slightest interest in such! ...I would make a fockin’ horrible restaurant worker... Now this.. may sound rather miserable, but my current job is actually mi first real day job ever! ...Or well.. A night job? Anyway.. Yeah.”

Stolen something? “I would say... Try living on streets of fockin’ Limsa Lominsa for good 10 summers, and then... if yer still alive and kickin’, try asking yaself dat question! ...Yes. I have stolen for livin’.”

Been fired from a job? “As I mentioned just a moment ago, this is mi first day job ever... And I have been able to keep it so far! ... And Im about to keep it! I want to see the faces of every poor bastard, who ever said I could not get, let alone keep a job! And well... I actually kinda like mi job, so there’s also dat. And I get a decent money out of it.”

Done something you regret? “... Really? We need to go back to this again? I had.. a really bad week some time ago, ya know. I did.. lot of shite.. The whole thin’ is just.. so foggy in mi head, its annoyin’! But yeah. I think I almost slept with mi friend.. broke lot of stuff.. a damned heirloom notestand.. And in the end, I went and kissed another friend against her will... The... one I fockin’ love.. Damn, I miss her. But it was not mi damn fault!! I had just like the shittiest week ever! ... I dont know... Maybe some of it kinda was.. Can we just go on? I focked up, okai..?”

Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? “Nnno. Cant remember such thin’. Sometimes a drink has gone like... into mi nose for one or another reason... But actually out of it? I dont think so. Then again, who am I to say! One just cant remember everythin’ ya know?”

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? “No, I have not. Tha Shrimp does it, so.. technically I have? But as miself? No. I have not. On purpose at least.”

Sat on a roof top? “Used to do that in Limsa Lominsa. It was.. an awfully calming feeling, ya know? To get away from all the shite, going on down on the streets. Just... sit alone, watch the ships getting loaded.. Watch them sailin’ away. I dont do it anymore though.. The roofs in Ishgard are fockin’ slippery.”

Kissed someone you shouldn’t have? Iris gives the other a long, dead stare. “... Fockin’ really?! Didn’t I just told ya dat. Ya want some heckin’ details?! Right! So, yes, I was wasted... I shouldn’t have to... And damn yes, it was foolish of mi! Silke. The gal I fancy.. Ya know the type that just... puts damn butterflies into yer tumtum.. rises yer head up to the fockin’ pink clouds faster than anythin’ ya can buy from the streets of Ul’dah.. A damn purdiful fockin’ lass... Damn best thin’ that ever happened to mi... And I focked it up by hecking going and kissing her! So... Ya happy with dis subject now, or are ya gonna poke dat infected wound some more? If so, Im done with dis...”

Sang in the shower?

“Ummm... No.”

Been pushed into a body of water with all your clothes on? “Pushed? I... dont think so! Thrown into water with mi clothes on though... Yes! And I tell ya now! That damn merchant had a heckin’ cart full of those apples! Most of dem would have gone on waste aniway! But nooo.. I get thrown into sea, for one damn apple! One apple!! And it was not even worth it. The apple was dry like Sagolii sand the merchant’s fockin’ muffin-hole was propably full of!”

Shaved your head? "Well, I did not!! Blacksoul did durin’ the time he fockin’ kept mi as his personal damn doll or somethin’.. So yeah! It is growin’ back now, but if it looks like a damn rake-raped crow’s arse to ya, its not my fault!!”

Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry? “I... dont know, actually! Not during mi time with her, no. We kiinda only had a fleetin’ moment though, so did not ‘ave like... too much time to make the lass cry! ... I guess she still believes mi to be dead though. So its possible she cried for mi presumed death in the hands of her husband’s underlin’s... I hope she did... Yeah.”

Shot a gun? “I did, yeah! Ya know... One of those Ishgardian ones. Loud... lot of smoke... A decent kick. Kinda like a bar night to live for! You know, Im actually even rather decent with guns.. Not my style, though.”

Still loved someone you shouldn’t? “You gotta be kiddin’ me!! ... Oh wait. Someone I shouldn’t? I dont think so... Seven hells, we heckin’ belong together!! ...She has just... yet to understan it... She will! Sooner or later... Hopefully sooner. Fock’s sake, I miss that silly gal and her nice ass...”

Have / had a tattoo? “Yeah, the one around mi eyes. I also have another one on mi thigh... Iris flowers and thorns... Four of dem. For four kinda important people in mi life. From which, I have actually lost... every single one... Fock’s sake, whats wrong with mi?!”

Liked someone, but will never tell who? “Nno. I have... some difficulties in the ‘never tell’-thingie. Im more of a... ‘tell too much’-type o’ person. But ‘ey! Kinda honesty is a good thing, right?”

Been too honest? “If bein’ too ‘onest means kiinda colorin’ the truth a little to make it hit on the mark better. Yeah. I guess so. I just may overact a bit time to time! But den again... Makes the truth more interestin’ huh?”

Ruined a surprise? “No, I hardly part-take in suprises in general...”

Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? “Actually... No. I dont know!! Well, mi first girlfriend did, but did she totally mean what she said? Damn, I dont know... Considerin’ the fact she... most likely kinda sold mi out not too long after, it makes it heckin’ hard to believe anythin’ that ever crossed those sweet crimson lips of hers! I wonder why no-one has ever said it though... Im smokin’ hot!! ... So tell me. Am I beautiful..? Hm?”

Stalked someone? “If we call people watchin’ stalkin’ here, then Im damn guilty as a plague rat! But like... in the creepy wai? No! Why the heck would I do somethin’ like that. Dats just sick...”

Thought about murder? “If someone has just taken a royal shite on ya, sweet damn, thats reason enough to just shank the bastard, and scatter the innards into the sea! Most people are so fockin’ rotten though, I dunno if even damn fishies care for their foul organs... Could always make dem into a bagpipe and gift it to their family and friends... Maybe then they could actually get a taste of whut kinda shitebag they been hangin’ around with...”

How about mass murder?

“... Well, as dey say... Apple does not drop far from a tree, and sometimes those apples are rotten before dey hit the ground. So yeah. The last question in mind, why not?”

Cheated on someone? “No! Think anythin’ you want of mi, but Im fockin’ devoted!! ... Well, I have only had one relationship, that lasted for like... couple of months... But damn I was devoted... Up until she choose her husband over mi...”

Gotten so angry that you cried? “Happens time to time... Cryin’.. cleans the system, ya know. Just... Get into middle of nowhere, and scream yer lungs out!”

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? “... Im kinda doin’ that right now. Dey will be better off without me. She’s got her damn hero dere, taking care of her... Where does she even need mi anyway? Heck, we barely even knew eachother... ... I think Im better off without dem too.. Shite.. Dey were awfully nice towards mi though.. Do I really miss dem? ... Maybe. But it all went down in flames and bloody sheets, can we talk about somethin’ else?”

Thoughts about suicide? “Sometimes the road just rises up against you... I kinda understand it on some occasions! But overall? Kinda waste...”

Had a girlfriend / boyfriend? “Yes? That one mess I mentioned earlier? Ya payin’ attention to dis?”

Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? “Used to... Especially in Limsa, it was kinda mi way to get over the holidays. Hated to see bastards walking around all merry and shite. So I drowned mi holidays in a glass. Last Starlight was different though.. Blacksoul kinda forced mi to stay sober over the holidays... Well.. Mostly sober... Dont ya go tellin’ the old goat, but I... I think I kinda liked it. The whole Starlight with Blacksoul and Gramps... I had never really celebrated it with anyone... As miself. Heck, I just wanted mi Silke to be there, heckin’ messin’ around... I wonder if she ever got mi gift...”

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twilights-800-cats · 4 years

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Chapter 26

“Look at that,” Stormfur breathed. “It’s…”

“Amazing,” Mistyfoot finished.

The two of them had managed to collect enough prey between them for the others before catching sight of the nice place that Purdy had pointed out. The stream that led to the lake also led here… to a steep cliffside that bordered more water than Mistyfoot had ever imagined existed in the world.

It went on forever, the water – it crashed endlessly against the sandy cliffs below the two cats, white and foamy. The breeze smelled strongly of water and rock and salt, and the sun, now a blood-red disk, was slowing sinking into the waves.

“It’s… drowning the sun…” Stormfur mewed, awe in his eyes. “A place where the sun drowns…”

Mistyfoot planted her paws in the ground, feeling like her world was shaking. Did the water before them really have the power to swallow the sun?! She swallowed, forcing herself to remember that it must get spat back out – how else would the sun return day after day?

Stormfur leaned against her, and Mistyfoot felt her fear ebb. “Are there any RiverClan stories about this?” she wondered.

“I don’t know,” Stormfur admitted. “I don’t think so.”

“There should be,” Mistyfoot whispered.

“Yeah.”

Silence stretched between them as they watched the sun slide down behind the water. The air grew cool and the water turned dark, the waves churning the surface so much that it did not reflect the light of the stars as they began to appear. The lake in contrast had been still and quiet, and Mistyfoot was grateful that StarClan was sending them there instead of this place.

“Could you swim in it?” Mistyfoot wondered.

Stormfur frowned. “I don’t think so,” he answered. “It’s so dark… the shore must drop off very sharply. A cat getting caught in that, and then lashed on the rocks… And look at the way those waves are churning, over there – no one would be able to swim out of that!”

Mistyfoot’s heart beat in her ears as she imagined Stormfur drowning in the churning water below. She dug her claws into the earth. “I would try to save you,” she insisted, finding herself utterly serious.

Stormfur bristled. “You’d drown!” he threw back, his eyes round. Mistyfoot flinched, worried she’d said the wrong thing – but then his amber eyes softened, and he meowed, “But I appreciate the thought.”

Mistyfoot leaned against him, grateful to her core that Stormfur was here and not down there in the water. Warmth flooded her pelt as he touched his nose to her ear. She pressed her muzzle into his thick fur and sighed.

Even before the face of such a great, terrible wonder, Mistyfoot felt just fine – because Stormfur was here, and as she stood with him… she felt like she could do anything.

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Mistyfoot and Stormfur returned just as the moon began to rise. Mistyfoot’s neck ached from dragging her rabbit until Purdy came and took it from her. The old tom had cleaned up since their arrival in the woods, his mats gone and pelt almost free of ticks. Mistyfoot was impressed, and happy that the old cat seemed even jollier now.

Stormfur put his catch on their makeshift pile. Shadepaw took the rabbit from Purdy and split it with the apprentices, while Stormfur took two mice over to Feathertail, who was keeping watch off on her own. Mistyfoot plucked up a vole and took it over to Stoneheart, who was nestled up between the roots of a sheltering oak by the stream. A fresh poultice lay over his wound, and his eyes were bright when Mistyfoot approached.

“You two were gone for a while,” he commented, twisting his tail. “Busy?”

Mistyfoot’s whiskers twitched. “I don’t know what you mean,” she insisted, her pelt prickling. “We only stopped to look at where the stream ended – you wouldn’t believe it, Stoneheart…” She described the place to him, her heart beating in her ears again at the memory.

Stoneheart shifted in his nest. “Sounds romantic,” he purred.

“Stop it!” Mistyfoot hissed, lashing her tail. “Just because-”

“Don’t.” Stoneheart stopped her. His pale eyes sharpened on her. “There is very clearly something going on between you and Stormfur. I don’t think you should keep denying it.”

Mistyfoot stiffened – and then she sighed. She batted the vole’s remains between her paws, her pelt feeling hot with embarrassment. “I… I have feelings for him, yes,” she confessed quietly. “I just… I don’t know whether or not it’s love, or even if he…”

She twitched her whiskers. I sound like a lovestruck dove! She chided herself. Mistyfoot glanced up at Stormfur, sitting across the clearing with his sister. What were they talking about? Looking at him made her heart beat faster, and she looked back down at her fresh-kill.

“What did it feel like to fall in love with Rowanclaw?” she wondered.

Stoneheart’s gaze turned puzzled. “I don’t know, really,” he answered. He rested his head on his paws. “I guess it felt… natural. Like it was meant to be that way, and that was okay.”

Mistyfoot swallowed. “It feels like that with Stormfur,” she confessed. Anxiety mounted in her again, bubbling words from her jaws: “But he’s from another Clan, and who knows what will happen when this journey is through, and…”

Stoneheart touched his nose to her ear, silencing her. “All any of us can do right now is just… trust ourselves. Listen to your heart, not your head, Mistyfoot. You don’t need to figure anything else out just yet.”

Mistyfoot’s head clenched, but she endeavored to ignore it. She pressed licked her brother around the ear.

“Thanks,” she meowed.

Stoneheart’s whiskers twitched. “Anytime.”

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“Stop looking already, Shadepaw,” Nightpaw hissed. “It’s rude.”

Shadepaw flinched, looking back down at her paws. “I’m just worried about them, that’s all,” she insisted. Mistyfoot and Stormfur had been gone so long, and when they returned the air around them seemed… different. Now they were talking to their siblings, and everything seemed so strange, especially after her conversation with Feathertail about the pain of heartbreak.

“Well, gossiping like an old queen isn’t going to do anything,” Nightpaw insisted. “It’s not our business.”

“She’s our Clanmate!” Shadepaw insisted, “Not to mention our friend.” She pressed Nightpaw through their bond, wondering why she was feeling him getting so prickly again. “It’s natural that we worry about her.”

Nightpaw’s eyes darkened. “Worry about yourself,” he grunted. “And stop prodding! That’s rude, too.”

Shadepaw bristled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she snapped. “Worry about myself?!”

Nightpaw nodded with his nose over to Purdy and Crowpaw, who were sharing a rabbit together. The old tom seemed to have attached himself to Crowpaw for the day, and was constantly in the WindClan apprentice’s ear about something. Crowpaw was holding it together but Shadepaw guessed it wouldn’t be long before he snapped.

“What?” Shadepaw wondered, oblivious to Nightpaw’s point.

Nightpaw’s ice-blue eyes narrowed. “You and that WindClan cat have been inseparable – you might be too dense to feel it but I can. You’re a medicine cat, Shadepaw… and he’s from another Clan! Mistyfoot and Stormfur are one thing, but you and him…”

Shadepaw’s fur bristled with indignation. “How dare you!” she hissed. Annoyance bubbled up in her, and she dug her claws into the soil. “There is nothing like that between Crowpaw and I!”

Nightpaw did not look convinced. He curled up tightly in his nest, throwing his tail over his nose. “Denial is kinda hard when I can feel what you feel,” he grunted. “But whatever. G’night.”

“Good night!” she snapped back.

Shadepaw curled herself up tight, her back to her brother. Her claws dug into her nest, and with her temper so hot she found it hard to fall asleep. Her tail trembled as she drew it close to her, glowering across the clearing at Crowpaw.

He’s wrong! She insisted. He doesn’t know anything! He doesn’t know anything at all!

#tb au #tb midnight

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