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haeigoo · 10 months

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Found You (ZCL)

ღ pairing: idol!chenle x fem!reader (ft. jaehyun & jisung)

ღ description: based off a funny chenji incident

ღ word count: 1,562

ღ genre: established relationship, SLIGHT angst & fluff

ღ warnings: kissing, suggestive, swearing

ღ playlist: perfume by nct dojaejung, plot twist by niki, ours by taylor swift & when i met you by apo hiking society

ღ author's note: this is my first official fic that i wrote in years. and its all thanks to my love @lowkeyjaemle for being a huge help in the making of this au, go read her works HERE!

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You have been dating Chenle for seven months now and it is no surprise to you that your anniversary happens to fall on the same day as their third group comeback, ‘ISTJ.’ Both their managers and fans have not been so forgiving of you ever since your relationship came into fruition. Several complaints made their way to the company of Chenle allegedly taking sick days and leaving rehearsals early to be with you. It got worse when stolen photos of the two of you circulated online like wildfire on the day that he chose to ditch schedules. After New Years’ Day, the management released a statement about enforcing restrictions of all artists under the label from engaging with individuals outside professional relationships to avoid further mishaps that may hinder the flow of the business. This gut-wrenching news isolated you both but you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to join him in the public eye.

When the morning of your anniversary came, you were already used to waking up to cold mornings without Chenle. He trusted you enough to look after Daegal while he is at work but not even her presence could cheer you up. You only got to communicate with him through calls and last night, he had reassured you that his group was finishing up. Chenle was staring close through the screen, grinning while he reiterates how much he misses you. You let out a huge sigh before puckering your lips together to say goodbye as you ended the call.

You got up from the master bed and shimmied yourself up to look nice today. As you were showering, something at the back of your mind was eating out at you – How will this be any different from the last? What if I’m just another lost cause?

When you reached over to your closet, you saw the lustrous baby blue Sunday dress that you have been saving up to wear for weeks as it paired neatly with your black combat boots and faux leather handbag that Chenle got you last Christmas. You rushed downstairs to leave the house when suddenly your phone vibrated. It was a text from Chenle, he will unfortunately be working late tonight to make adjustments for the shoot. For a moment, you stood there frozen and stiff as your face dropped and your left hand made a fist. This always happens, you told yourself.

You caught yourself falling into the depths of despair since today was clearly a special occasion. You immediately locked the door behind you and walked outside with a stain in your heart. The cool breeze brushed through the locks of your hair, in the hopes of soothing your troubled soul when you spotted a perfume shop just around the corner. You were greeted by a variety of scents as you gracefully walked through the door of this well-lit establishment. After countless browsing, a Myrrh & Tonka cologne from Jo Malone caught your eye and took a few puffs from the sample available.

You were not notorious for using fragrances and Chenle knew that best. But the thought of wrapping yourself in a fresh bouquet of aromas unfamiliar to Chenle would surely have him by surprise. You picked up a piece and headed towards the cashier whose smile was glistening through the room.

“You find everything to your liking?” Jaehyun asked softly.

“Yup!” You nodded.

“You know, a whiff of this sensational notes of almond and vanilla will have anyone under your spell. May I ask, who’s the lucky man?”

“Zhong Chenle. You couldn’t miss even if you tried, Jaehyun.”

“Right. Well, tell him I said hi!” He chuckled as you bid you farewell.

You left the store feeling accomplished when you gazed upon the vast, hazy sky around you and knew by then, it was already sundown. You had called a taxi and dashed through the car door to hopefully catch Chenle still at the building. The driver had dropped you off just outside when you felt a shiver down your spine.

You took a deep breath as you stepped through the main entrance when your phone started buzzing, an incoming call from Chenle. You shook off your nerves and ignored the needy hollers of your boyfriend. You exited from the elevator and sprinted towards the practice room to find the lawless space empty with plastic bottles and chips scattered messily around the floor. After some time passed, you caught a glimpse of his tumbler across from you and that was the information you needed.

You went to check on the bathroom only to see from your peripheral, a drowsy Chenle with his head buried in his knees. You crouched down as you elevated his face to meet yours when you realized how droopy his eyes were from today’s schedule.

“I’m here, baby.” You exclaimed as you rubbed sweat off his forehead.

“(Y/N)? I’ve been worried sick. You didn’t answer me all day! What’s going with you?” Chenle blurted out.

“Chenle, this whole fiasco got to me! Being away from you was torture itself. So, I came by to surprise you.”

“Baby, having you in my life was the biggest plot twist I could ever ask for. I would replay the very first moment my heart belonged to you.”

“Have you been drinking? I’ve never heard those words before especially coming from you. Well, you better get up before anyone sees you like this!”

When you tapped his shoulders signaling him to stand up, he swiftly grabbed your wrist in lightning speed and dragged you to one of the stalls. Chenle abruptly shuts the door behind him which made a loud thud as he is brimming with excitement. He sits on the toilet seat and spreads his legs like a king on the throne while checking you from top to bottom. Clicking his tongue and smacking his thigh, encouraging you to delicately plop yourself onto him. Chenle had that smug expression wearing nothing but his black sweatpants, GSW T-shirt and white rubber shoes.

“Chenle, you’ll get your ass beat if your manager storms in on us!” You said incredulously.

“Baby girl, they’re never gonna find out because I know how to shut that beautiful mouth of yours.” Chenle remarked confidently with a smirk.

“This is serious, dude. I’m not taking my clothes off, you maniac!”

“Ugh, you’re no fun. Just sit on my lap. I need you close, baby.”

You diligently abide by his request and the next thing you know, Chenle’s hands are in between your thighs which makes you quiver. You promptly frowned at him, refusing to let him near you when all of a sudden, he took one hand away to cup your cheeks and pulled you in a deep, passionate yet sloppy kiss. The hand then travelled down your neck where he tightens his grip, making you scoff out a little cough. The moment you parted with his lips to catch your breath you throw your head back as you were holding onto his shoulders for support when he took notice of your scent.

“Baby, you smell so fucking good. What’d you put on?”

“Jo Malone perfume I bought from Jaehyun. I’ll explain later. You’ve a lot of catching up to do, mister.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” Chenle uttered under his breath as he flashed his signature crescent moon smile.

The further your bodies were intertwined, the more he got captivated by your scent. You completely lost yourself under your boyfriend’s touch when you hear footsteps outside the stall. Stomping loudly towards your direction, your eyes widen and hid your face onto his chest. When you hear the twist of the knob turn, you had already hoped it was his manager to usher you out of this hellhole. Instead, you glanced up to see a tall man hovering the both of you with a confused look plastered on his face. It was Park Jisung, all dressed in black ever so handsomely.

“Sorry, I didn’t know this was occupied. Hi (Y/N)! It’s been so long.” Jisung said as he scratches the back of his scalp.

“Hey, it was a surprise for this guy!” You stated as you tilt your head.

“Excuse me! Jisung, do you mind?” Chenle vocalized, motioning his hands together in a brisk fashion because he was already vexed at his best friend for walking in on you two.

“Yeah, I’m leaving. Bye (Y/N), it was really nice seeing you again!” Jisung responded with a playful wink as he closed the door.

You could sense Chenle fuming behind you, arguably pissed off from Jisung’s remark as you played along. Chenle’s cheeks had never gotten this red before, you could spot his furrowed brows and face flushed when you turned around to see him pouting his lips. This was one of the few times you ever saw your boyfriend sulky and admittedly enough, you found it cute.

“Aww, why the long face?” You said teasingly, pinching his plum cheeks.

“Because you seem to like Jisung more than me.” Chenle muttered defeatedly, shifting his gaze and not meeting yours.

“When we locked eyes for the first time, my heart knew what I needed and it was you. In a million timelines, I’d choose you. Chenle, you’re my north star.” You lovingly affirmed his tense face as you leaned closer and planted one last kiss.

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nattaphum · 1 year

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Highlights from the Giffarine live ❤️

When they introduced their names in chinese, Mile said the wrong name, he said Apo’s (ajdksks it’s not the first time happening) and his reaction is very cute:

Q&A

Q: In the acting career, which role is the most challenging?

Apo: I think that Khem, that i play in Man Suang, is the hardest one because he’s a folk dancer. I had to cut my hair like this. (me: cries a river)

Apo asks Mile: Which habit/character do you like about me?

Mile: Is this a trick question to get me to compliment you? Haha, it's the attention to detail, and being a very focused person especially when working.

Host: Nothing about his looks/apperance?

Mile: The question is about personality, but he's handsome too....he's also very talented, especially in acting. He has the skills and focus

Apo: I'm getting flustered.... but it's all possible because of the team too

Q: What music genre do you like to play the most, and what music genre would you like to produce?

Mile: If it’s an instrument, it's the guitar, but i also like ambience sound with different instruments. If I were to produce, i’d produce blues and rock music, cause there's ambience element and it can become a great piece of art.

Q: Do you want to work together again?

Mile: That's it? Yes, yes, yes. That's really all? (omg so many yeses and so much enthusiasm dkasjkd)

Apo: Follow-up question is: what kind of work do you wanna do together?

Mile: We have the period film, but for the next one I’d like to do a horror/ghost movie.... i wanna be the ghost, it'd be cool.

Mile to Apo: Which city in China you want to go to the most?

Apo: The hardest question

Mile: Because you wanna go everywhere

Apo: True. I wanna go backpacking

Mile: Across the Great Wall

Apo: Yes, I really wanna go, did you go?

Mile: Not yet! (that’s an invite y’all!!!!!)

Q: Share something that no one knows that your shy about.

Apo: I think, many know this, but it's when I walk, I don't really look at where I'm going, so I would walk and trip or miss a step, and would find myself locking eyes with someone and it's very embarrasing. When I miss a step, I try to act cool.

Mile: For me, I like eating and trying new things. So on set, when there's food or when people bring food, I really want to eat it but i have wait or have to restrict myself. Like during KinnPorsche, I wanted to eat so much but i had to restrict myself, so I would sneak a few things. And people started teasing me saying I'm a bear. Po saw it too sometimes.

ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS ALWAYS WITH THE SAME RESULT LMAO

MILEAPO POLAROIDS

MILEAPO MATCHING EXPRESSIONS WITH THE ELEPHANT

Final bonus: sexy pose 🔥

#they’re always very cute when they’re together #🥰🥰🥰🥰#i dont like apo’s hairstyle but it’s for the movie so it’s for something important #i hope he likes himself in it <3 #kinnporsche #mileapo #mileapo x giffarine

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threadbaresweater · 9 months

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The Silent Treatment | Jumin Han

She's angry, and she won't tell him why. Thankfully, Jumin knows a few creative ways to coax it out of her.

I wrote this over two years ago, but it's such a personal comfort fic when I'm feeling out of sorts. It's not meant to be reader insert, though you could certainly interpret it that way. At the time, I was writing with the game MC in mind (long, dark hair, brown eyed, kind of generic). Content warnings: NSFW. Female main character, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, unhealthy communication practices (MC refuses to talk to Jumin with her words). 1.4k words. Divider by @/cafekitsune

She’d been quiet since they left a rather uptight dinner party earlier that evening; Jumin, admittedly, had been rather preoccupied with guests, with other business people. She excused herself halfway through the after dinner cocktail hour and retreated to the courtyard, pretending to be deeply interested in the ornate fountain; with a few glasses of wine and the din of conversation at her back, she grew bored, dizzy, sleepy. Jumin had bought her a new dress for the occasion– royal blue, off-the-shoulder, a scandalous slit along her right leg, and she suddenly felt cheap and attention seeking, wishing she’d thought to grab her shawl from the coatroom before venturing out alone.

Jumin found her long after most of the other guests had left. He wasn’t angry; no, he was anxious because she’d slipped away without him having noticed, and perhaps even a little disappointed in her and himself for the situation at hand. Tentatively, he cupped her elbow and watched her shoulders tense in response, though she didn’t turn around. “Let’s go home, my love,” he said simply; she allowed herself to be led to the car in silence, where she turned toward the window and refused, still, to talk to him.

They arrived home in deafening silence. She faced forward in the elevator ride, arms crossed, cheeks blazing, jaw set firm. Jumin continued to fret, though mostly inward– his heart beat fast, his stomach bottomed out, his head tingled. And when they reached their floor, she stepped away from him with purpose, inserting her key into the door and leaving it wide open for him as she made a bee-line for the bedroom to rid herself of the dress and slip into a nightgown.

Jumin stood in the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine, took a long drink, then bent to pet Elizabeth, who pranced at his feet. Even she felt the tension, and her silky fur was a temporary reprieve for him. He sensed his wife’s presence before he saw her standing there, barefoot and ethereal even in her ire. And he rose to his full height, taking in her face– blotchy and red from crying, all of her makeup stripped clean. Even then, he thought her radiant as an angel, though her silence had begun to wear on him.

“You do realize…” Jumin began, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her face toward his, “that you’re being incredibly stubborn right now.”

She still wouldn’t look him in the eye, though his grip was firm, unrelenting. Not in a possessive or hurtful way, but with a touch that said look at me. Stop being ridiculous. She continued to stare at the floor as tears clouded her vision, hot and prickly. She knew damn well she was being unreasonable, but she was far too committed to her mood, her demeanor.

“Darling,” he persisted, taking one step closer to her to slip an arm around her waist. “If you won’t talk, I’ll have to find other means to coax it out of you.”

She shook her head weakly and sniffled, obnoxiously loud and purposefully long. Jumin recoiled– temporarily derailed– and laughed, derisive and short. She turned and stepped out of the room, down the hall, and flung open the door to the balcony overlooking the city. Grasping the railing, she bent over at the waist and closed her eyes, the tears flowing freely now as the wind blew her hair around her face. Jumin followed and stood at the doorway to watch her, bewildered. He wanted to apologize, though for what he wasn’t entirely sure. She’d never quite closed off to him in such a way. Sure, there had been arguments, lover’s quarrels, tiny tiffs...but she’d always come around after a few hours. She’d give in and fall into his waiting, aching arms, apologizing for being so stubborn.

This– this, he could hardly bear.

“Darling.” He tried again and moved to stand behind her. At his touch upon her shoulder, she gripped the railing harder, gritting her teeth. She didn’t want him to see her softening. She couldn’t look him in the eye because then she’d be putty in his hands, and she was quite insistent on proving that she could be uptight and unforgiving when she so desired. But the longer his hand remained on her skin, the more his warmth seeped into her presence; soon, she felt her hair being brushed over one shoulder and a puff of breath upon her neck before his lips grazed just behind her ear. “Are you ready to talk now?”

She simply shook her head, set her jaw, and closed her eyes; then, she circled slowly so that he could look upon her face, and he leaned forward, encasing her between himself and the wrought iron railing.

“Do you want to...not talk?”

Her answer was a slight protrusion of her bottom lip that looked so enticing and delicious he had no other choice but to claim it with his mouth; his tongue pushed against her teeth until she opened to him with a low whine.

He carried her off to bed then and took his sweet time working out her anger, her frustration. Smug while he buried his head between her thighs, he quietly thrilled in the way her body bent and twisted while his fingers pressed, possessive, into the muscles that flexed and relaxed. She pulled his hair, she gasped for air, but she refused to make noise.

“Let me hear you.” He paused and looked up at her, and in a moment of weakness she met his eyes before shutting hers tight once more.

She refused to give him such satisfaction, though he was making quite sure that she would be satisfied when he was finished with her.

He only wanted to hear her sing.

So with a broad, careful stroke of his tongue, he found her weakness– the delicate skin upon the inside of her thigh, just outside of where she was most desperate for him. He sank his teeth into the flesh there, then soothed it with a kiss; his fingers gathered the wetness at her core and pushed inside until her lower back arched away from the mattress.

She bit down on her knuckles to quell her cries and exhaled a sharp breath through her nose. Still, she refused to make a sound.

He curled those fingers and cupped her sex, determined to hear her, marvelling in the arousal that coated his fingers and eased his task, though he could hardly consider it strenuous by any stretch of his imagination. A delightful endeavor, one that both enthralled and aroused him enough that he was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to be inside her, to feel her pull him in, slick against his own need.

And so he withdrew his fingers and flipped her without warning so that she was perched on all fours and he could sink himself inside. She fell forward with a surprised grunt, a white-knuckled grip on black satin sheets while she buried her face in a pillow to keep from crying out.

His arm hooked around her middle then and pulled her upright, back against his chest so that he could thrust up into her. She sank her teeth into his forearm, but it only spurred him forth harder; he treated her left shoulder in much the same fashion, admiring his mark against the sheen of sweat on her rosy skin.

“Damn you,” she hissed, reaching behind to tug at his hair, to hold him close (to pull him further inside her).

At her peak, she cried out his name in the middle of a string of expletives– blubbering, whimpering, pleading with him to have mercy. He gave her none as he pulled her hair, exposing her neck so that he could taste her there as he came.

He laid her gently upon the bed and licked a bead of sweat from her cheek when they parted, then nestled himself behind her with a rather self-satisfied chuckle.

“Are you still angry with me?” Words spoken into her skin, fingertips trailing from her shoulder down the length of her arm until he found her hand and slipped his fingers between hers.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to tell me why?”

She sighed heavily; turned away from him, he couldn’t see the grin that spread across her face, or the way her eyes twinkled with afterglow. “No.”

“Will you tell me if I draw us a bath?”

That gave her pause, and she flexed her toes, pushing her backside further against him.

“Maybe.”

“Lavender oil?”

“Rose.”

“Noted,” he said, rising from the bed.

In the bathtub, he coaxed her to speak again in whispers and moans, but by then she’d forgotten just why she was angry in the first place.

#jumin han x mc #jumin han fanfiction

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sound-and-vision-inspiration · 1 month

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#apo nattawin #mile phakphum #mileapo #blue hair apo #kinnporsche #mansuang

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tameodesza · 7 months

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🍓Strawberry Prince

₊˚⊹♡ Prince!Shawn Michaels x Commoner!Bret Hart ♡⊹˚₊

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary: Prince Shawn begins his courtship with Bret, but all it takes is one day for them to fall for each other.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: meant to get this out sooner, but I’ve been sick all week. but anything for the people 🫡

Bret stood outside of his humble home, feet shifting restlessly against the ground as he anxiously awaited the prince’s arrival. It felt like it was just yesterday that he received his letter of courtship, a messenger from the palace hand-delivering the official document folded neatly into a thick white enveloped, sealed in gold metallic wax imprinted with the McMahon family’s crest.

Bret had been giddy with glee, but a bit disappointed that the courting date on his letter was two months away. For two months, not a day went by that he didn’t think about the prince – their conversation at the palace, the kindness that was shown to him, how beautiful the prince was. He could only anticipate the day he’d be graced with Shawn’s presence again.

But as delighted as Bret was to see the prince once more, he also grew more concerned as the date approached, often questioning how he, a common man, could impress the young prince, a person who had everything he could ever want at his fingertips.

It was without a doubt that Duke Mark and King Ric could spoil Shawn with all of their riches, both men coming from nobility and wealth. Unfortunately, Bret knew he wouldn’t be able to do the same. And seeing Shawn on his outing with King Ric certainly hadn’t helped to ease his worries.

After an encouraging pep talk from his family, Bret decided the best thing he could do was be authentic. Show the prince the real him and hope his personality alone would be enough to capture the prince’s heart.

Shawn looked out the window of his carriage in awe as he neared Bret’s home, feeling a sense of peace he’d never experienced in the confines of the royal palace. He admired the nature they were surrounded by, the beautiful landscape where animals roamed free, and the simple cottage homes they passed by as they ventured further down the dirt road.

As the carriage slowed to a stop, Shawn’s peace evolved into a nervous excitement once his eyes landed on Bret. He thought the man looked so handsome in his simple attire, the older man wearing a white linen shirt, loose brown pants, and thick work boots.

Shawn looked down at his own attire, feeling a bit overdressed in his white button-up long-sleeved shirt, gold cufflinks, tailored tan pants, and fancy loafers. Just before his guard could open the carriage’s door, Shawn quickly rid himself of his too-tight hair tie, freeing his golden locks before unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt in an effort to look more casual.

Bret’s heart dropped upon seeing Shawn descend the carriage’s steps, hair blowing gently in the wind, the light breeze carrying his sweet-smelling cologne towards Bret’s nose. The blond looked ethereal as the sunlight reflected off the diamonds in his necklace, his blue eyes having their own twinkle under the rays.

As Shawn neared Bret with a soft smile on his lips, Bret’s nerves seemed to melt away, the butterflies in his stomach reminding him that there was no other man he’d rather spend his time with.

“Prince,” Bret said in a breathless whisper, not even knowing how to start a conversation with the beautiful man.

Shawn said lightly, “Please, just call me Shawn. If you are to be my betrothed, you shall call me by name.”

Shawn’s guard on duty, Sebastian, tilted his head at the odd request, noting that the prince hadn’t given his other suitors the same privilege. Alarmed, Sebastian proclaimed, “My Lord, if I may, it is customary for commoners, such as Mr. Hart, to address royalty by the proper title-”

“And being that I am royalty, I can choose how others address me. Can I not?”

Under Shawn’s pointed glare, Sebastian immediately backed down, saying, “Yes, of course. My apologies, young prince.”

Bret could only look on in astonishment at Shawn’s power play, impressed that the blond could make such a high-ranking guard squirm from a mere look.

Shawn’s smile returned as said to Bret, “It’s nice to see you again, Bret. You look rather dashing.”

Bret thought otherwise, his attire being put together at the last minute as the rest of his clothes were still air-drying. But he kept that to himself, instead choosing to compliment the blond. “You as well, Pr- I mean Shawn,” he corrected himself.

“You think so,” Shawn asked insecurely, hoping for the first time in his life that he didn’t look as dolled up as he had when he’d first arrived. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Bret answered before holding his arm out in invitation. “Shall we?”

Shawn stepped forward, wrapping his hand around Bret’s arm without a moment’s hesitation. “We shall. Lead the way.”

Bret led Shawn inside of his home, giving him a small tour of the two-story wooden structure. Though he thought it wasn’t much to brag about, he thought it was a good way to show Shawn where he came from.

He was surprised to find that as they walked through the modest home, Shawn seemed infatuated in the place. There were no rooms full of pointless furniture sitting as decoration or overpriced décor hanging about. It felt cozy, lived-in, and not soulless and cold like the palace.

As they reached the back door of the house, Shawn noticed a pile of shoes strewn haphazardly across the floor, prompting Bret to explain, “I have a lot of siblings, as well as a hoard of nieces and nephews. The house is usually filled with my family, but they’re all out in the market right now.”

Shawn said in concern, “I hope I am not impeding on your duty to work today.”

“It’s fine. I have plenty of family to cover for me. Besides, missing a day’s work is worth spending just a moment with you.”

Shawn couldn’t hide his blush, bashfully looking away from Bret’s tender eyes. While doing so, his eyes landed on a swing located in the backyard. He lit up, excitedly asking, “You have a swing? We were never allowed those at the palace.” Another consequence of never being allowed to be a kid under the monarchy’s watch.

Bret raised a brow as he observed Shawn’s longing look, asking, “Would you like to give it a go?”

Shawn nodded enthusiastically, as he said, “May I?”

Bret didn’t know if it was the fact that Shawn, a member of the monarchy, asked him for permission or the fact that Shawn looked absolutely adorable, but his heart melted at the question, answering, “Of course, you may.”

Shawn barely fit on the swing, it being meant for children the size of Bret’s nieces and nephews. But that didn’t stop the prince from squeezing onto the wooden plank. After Shawn was settled, Bret stood behind him and gave a gentle push.

Sebastian abruptly warned, “Remember that physical contact is limited only to the holding of the arms, Mr. Hart.”

Bret instantly pulled his hand away, not wanting to get in trouble with the guard. However, Shawn nipped that in the bud when he said flippantly, “Nothing harmful will come of a light push, Sebastian. It is fine.”

Sebastian stood there puzzled, conflicted between enforcing the orders given to him by the palace officials or following orders given to him by the prince. But with no officials in sight, he inevitably decided to give in to the prince’s demands as long as no harm came of it.

Seeing that Sebastian ceased his protest, Bret gave another push, his heart warming at the joyous laughter Shawn let out as he was pushed higher into the air. It was sweet to know that something as simple as a swing could bring the prince so much happiness.

Unbeknownst to them, a smile also made its way onto Sebastian’s face before he quickly straightened his expression.

Once Shawn was satisfied with the swing, they headed over to the stables located just a few feet from the Harts’ house. Shawn led the way almost too eagerly as Bret and Sebastian struggled to catch up to the young man.

Upon reaching the stable, Shawn was immediately enamored when his eyes landed on a beautiful brown horse that neighed at his arrival.

A smile graced Bret’s face as he entered the stable, approaching Shawn as he said, “So, I see you’ve met Lucy.”

“Lucy? That’s a pretty name. Hey, Lucy,” Shawn gently greeted as he held up his hand, allowing Lucy to get acquainted with him. Shawn’s smile widened as Lucy brushed her nose against his hand, prompting the blond to softly brush his hand alongside her neck. “How long have you had her?”

Bret was slow to answer, shocked with Lucy’s interaction with Shawn being that she was one of their grumpier horses. “For quite some time. She’s one of the horses we use to pull our crops to the market.”

“One of?”

“Yes, we have two in total, Lucy and Bo. But we swap them out. Don’t want to overwork them especially with how heavy our crops can get on those carts.”

Shawn nodded, chuckling lightly as Lucy leaned her weight closer against his hand. “That’s very thoughtful, Bret. Your family must take very good care of them.”

“Most certainly. Without them we wouldn’t have a business. So we try to treat them like gold as much as we can. Even though this one doesn’t like me very much,” Bret said as he attempted to pet the horse, but Lucy sneered in his direction. “I don’t know why she always does that.”

“That’s because you’re doing it wrong,” Shawn softly quipped. “Don’t be so heavy-handed. Here.” Shawn grabbed Bret’s hand, the touch making both of their hearts flutter, before lightly placing Bret’s hand onto Lucy, guiding it slowly across the horse’s neck.

“It can’t be,” Bret whispered in astonishment.

“See? You must be gentle.”

Bret was stunned into silence as Shawn lifted his hand from his, Lucy allowing him to pet her without putting up a fight. After receiving a satisfied whinny from the horse, Bret said to Shawn, “Wow, you’re good at this. Do you have experience with horses?”

It was a simple question, but one that unknowingly took Shawn back to a place he tried so hard to forget. Bret noticed Shawn’s sorrowful expression, fearing he’d somehow offended the prince. Just as he was about to apologize, Shawn said with a distant look in his eye, “I had a horse once. Biscuit.”

Bret was unsure on if he should pry into a topic that seemed to be quite sensitive for the blond. But he was curious, wanting to gain an understanding on what made the prince who he was. He asked gently, “What happened to Biscuit?”

Shawn sighed, looking at Lucy as he answered, “My father got rid of her. I…I don’t really want to get into the details.”

“Then we won’t,” Bret promised, concluding that whatever happened to Biscuit must’ve ended tragically. He instead asked, “What was she like?”

The question brought a sudden smile to Shawn’s face, the blond turning to Bret as he answered, “She was a feisty one, but sweet. And very intelligent. I’d won so many tournaments with her, and I even taught her a few tricks. She was the closest I had to owning a pet as they’re not allowed in the palace.”

Bret blinked in surprise. “No pets? Not even dogs?”

Bret’s surprise shifted to disappointment once the prince shook his head no. Much of Bret’s joy during childhood came from the various pets they had growing up in the Hart house. Out of curiosity, he asked, “Did you ever get another horse after Biscuit?”

“No, I quit riding after I hurt my back. No horse could replace her anyway, so there would be no point in getting another.”

Bret sympathized with Shawn, sad to know that the prince had such a strict upbringing. He knew royals were pressured to present themselves a certain way to the public, but he hadn’t realized how the expectation may have impacted Shawn’s childhood. It was no wonder to him now why Shawn seemed so excited at seeing the swing.

After a final goodbye to Lucy, they headed away from the stables, Shawn looping his arm around Bret’s as the man led them miles away to their crop fields, the land expanding miles into the horizon.

Along the way, their comfortable silence was filled with idle chatter as Bret commented, “I must say, I was quite shocked to learn that you wanted to travel all this way to Beauville for our courting.”

Shawn shrugged, tightening his hold onto Bret’s arm as he said, “Why not? It’s just as fine of a town as any other. If not, better.”

Bret beamed, “It pleases me that you think so highly of my small village. Many wouldn’t share your kind sentiment.”

“Well, I must admit that I am a bit biased. I’ve had some fun times in your village. Though my fun has often turned into troubles for the palace.”

Bret snickered as he nodded, “Yes, I remember the headlines. ‘Young Prince Bares His Crown Jewels at Local Beauville Pub.’”

Shawn gasped, playfully tapping Bret’s arm, Sebastian silently scrutinizing the touch behind them. Shawn said with a laugh, “Hey, that was one time!”

One time, but a wild time. The blond had convinced a newly hired guard, Kevin Nash, to take him to the village past curfew, bar hopping until the wee hours of early morning. Kevin was closer to Shawn’s age than the other guards and was easily persuaded to let the blond engage in debaucherous acts, Kevin sometimes joining in. For that reason, along with rumors of the two screwing around, Kevin did not last long on the job.

After their laughter died down, Shawn said, “Beauville has always treated me well. It’s a place that has brought me great joy. And potentially, has gifted me a great husband.” Bret couldn’t help his wide grin, trying to hide his blush, but failing as Shawn said triumphantly, “I saw that!”

“You saw nothing.”

They continued their walk, sometimes chatting about nonsense, and other times allowing the comfortable silence to float between them.

Their walking slowed to a stop upon reaching a particular spot, Bret announcing, “This section of land is reserved for our strawberry fields.”

Shawn gasped, excitedly squealing as he looked around, his eyes landing on the strawberries sprouting from the stems along the ground. “This is really where it’s grown?!”

“Yes, and these here are just about ready for picking.”

“Really? How can you tell?”

Bret stooped down to the ground, looking for a good example. After finding a good strawberry, he plucked it off the stem, placing it in his palm before standing to show Shawn.

Shawn leaned over Bret’s palm, listening intently as the man explained, “The biggest thing to look for is a consistent color. We like for our strawberries to be red from the top to the tip. The leaves at the top should be a healthy green, not brown or dried. Also, the fruit should be firm, not hard. With all of those conditions present, you should have a sweet, delicious strawberry.”

Shawn broke his attention from the strawberry to look at Bret, wondering how a man’s knowledge about strawberries could be so attractive. He looked back to the fruit, asking curiously, “Am I allowed to eat it?”

“I’m afraid not. It needs a good wash before it can be consumed. But if you’d like, we can pick some for you to take back to the palace.”

Shawn said with a doe-eyed expression, “That would be lovely.”

After gathering a basket, most of their afternoon was spent in the strawberry fields talking casually as they picked strawberries that were ripe enough for consumption.

During their conversation, Shawn learned more about Bret’s background - his large family, his activities in the market, and his efforts to help the community. Shawn found it admirable that not only was Bret a hardworking man making an honest living, but he cared for his fellow villagers, helping out wherever he could.

Shawn also asked Bret more strawberry-related questions, Bret informing him of the appropriate climate and soil needed to properly grow strawberries.

Bret hoped the knowledge he shared would allow the prince to grow his own at the palace, to which Shawn responded, “The staff would have a fit if they ever saw me doing manual labor. Besides, my strawberries wouldn’t be as good as yours.”

“If you closely follow my instructions, they will.”

Shawn answered cheekily, “You know, I’ve never been one for following the rules, Bret.”

Bret gave a sly smile of his own saying, “That’s apparent, Shawn.” Bret then glanced over his shoulder, eyes landing on Sebastian who’d been following from a safe distance, too far to hear their conversation but too close for comfort. Bret asked, “Do they always follow you like this?”

Shawn looked over at Sebastian as well before looking to Bret, answering, “Usually. I’m used to it by now, but it does get rather annoying. I understand that it is for my safety, but I yearn for a moment where I can be truly in private.” Bret would like that as well, not comfortable with the way he felt Sebastian’s eyes on them throughout the day.

Shawn took a moment to observe their surroundings, noticing that just ahead of them stood the cornfields with grass that towered above their heads. He then turned around seeing Sebastian momentarily distracted as he tried to readjust his hold onto Shawn’s strawberry basket.

Then Shawn got a wild idea.

He leaned close to Bret, keeping his eyes on Sebastian as he whispered, “We ditch him on three.”

Bret’s eyes widened as he asked, “What?”

“Three!”

Shawn took off running towards the tall grass, Bret trailing behind puzzled as he tried to catch up to the younger man.

After hearing the shuffling of feet and seeing that Shawn and Bret had taken off, Sebastian followed in a panicked sprint, struggling to hold the basket of strawberries as he ran shouting the prince’s name. But he was no match for their speed, the guard losing sight of the men as they entered through the tall grass.

Shawn ended up leading them away from the cop fields, veering off path into the trees of the nearby forest. Once Shawn was certain they’d lost Sebastian, he came to a stop, laughing wildly as he rested his back against a tree.

Bret rested next to him, panting heavily trying to catch his breath before joining Shawn in laughter, saying, “You’re insane.”

“Maybe so, but that was so exhilarating! Ugh, I just know Sebastian’s going to give me an earful when we get back.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“You’ll be fine. It’s me he doesn’t have to save face for.”

Shawn sank down onto the forest floor, not caring of the dirt rubbing against his expensive clothing. He beckoned for Bret to sit next to him which the older man happily obliged. Bret asked, “You think the palace will hear of this?”

“Not if I bat my eyes innocently at Sebastian. He’s always had a soft spot for me, so I don’t think he’d tell.”

“Good.”

“Why? Are you scared?”

“No, but I’d rather not have anyone thinking I’ve kidnapped the prince.”

“But is it really kidnap if I’m willing to go,” Shawn asked, causing them both to chuckle.

“I’m afraid it’s whatever the palace deems it to be.”

“Well, you’re not wrong about that.” Shawn shifted a bit to sit more comfortably, resting his head against the tree as he sighed, “This day has been so fun. I don’t want it to end.”

Bret said in relief, “I’m happy to hear that. I know it’s not a royal outing but-”

“It’s perfect. Simple. Like you,” Shawn answered as he lifted his head from the tree to get a better look at Bret.

Bret curled a brow, playfully asking, “You think I’m perfect?”

Shawn snickered, “No, you silly man. Simple. Everything about you is simple. Your profession, your family, your lifestyle. It’s nice. I’m actually quite envious.”

Bret said with a shrug, “You make it sound better than it really is.”

“Because it is better. Trust me, being this kingdom’s beloved prince is not all it’s cracked up to be,” Shawn muttered as he brought his knees into his chest, wrapping his arms around his shins.

Noticing Shawn’s change in demeanor, Bret apologized, “I didn’t mean to upset you-”

“You didn’t,” Shawn said, resting his head atop his knees as he looked blankly at the ground. “It’s just…it sucks sometimes, you know? Living a life where no one sees you. Where they only see the status. The power. The money. No one sees me.”

It saddened Bret immensely to know Shawn felt that way about himself, the blond being much more than royalty to him. Bret hesitated before putting a comforting hand on Shawn’s shoulder, the blond lifting his head to face him.

Bret said tenderly, “I see you, Shawn. When I look at you, I don’t just see a prince. I see a young man with aspirations to freely live his life, to break the social norms, to unapologetically be himself. I see a man who appreciates the little things, who is great with animals. You’re a good person, Shawn. You’re nice, funny, kind, and not afraid to get your hands dirty for some strawberries.”

That got a laugh out of Shawn, the blond saying, “Well, they are worth getting dirty for.”

Bret nodded with a smile before saying sincerely, “Look, I know I’m not the most…ideal person for you. I certainly wouldn’t be the palace’s top pick, and I can’t promise you a life of riches. But what I can promise you is a life where you’re put first, Shawn. Where your feelings matter, and not the opinions of some old aristocrats. But a life where you’re seen. I see you.”

Tears pricked at Shawn’s eyes, touched at the sincerity behind Bret’s words. Shawn wiped at his eyes, chuckling, “Don’t mind me. I’ve always been a crier.”

Bret stretched out the sleeve of his shirt before moving Shawn’s hand away, using his sleeve to dab away Shawn’s tears. After seeing that Shawn’s eyes were dry, Bret said with a warm smile, “There.”

A quiet moment passed as they sat looking into each other’s eyes, both aware of how close they were. Shawn whispered, “You know, there’s one thing you got wrong.”

“What?”

Shawn’s cheeks reddened, eyes shifting away before returning back to Bret, shyly answering, “You are the ideal person for me, Bret. Any man that’s willing to go out of his comfort zone to be with me, to deal with the bullshit royalty brings when he could just continue living a simple life is an ideal man for me.”

Bret’s heart quickened at the admission, Shawn’s words seeming to confirm his own feelings. Bret asked, “But what about the opinions of the monarchy?”

“Fuck the monarchy.”

Bret was surprised to hear the bold statement coming from the member of the royal family, but he was even more relieved to know that the prince felt strongly about him. “Do you really mean that?”

Shawn scooted closer to Bret, whispering, “I do. And I know it’s probably too soon to say this, especially with the courting process still ongoing, but I like you, Bret. I really do. No other man has made me feel the way you have. And what I’m about to do is going to get me in a world of trouble if anyone ever finds out.”

“What do you me-”

Before Bret could finish his question, Shawn leaned forward, closing his eyes before planting a soft kiss onto Bret’s lips. Bret quickly reciprocated, not caring of the courting rules as he melted into the kiss, applying pressure against Shawn’s lips.

Shawn was also aware of the rules they were breaking, but that’s what made it even more exciting. With Bret, there were no rules. Shawn could truly be himself around him, not caring of the consequences. Yes, Mark was nice. And yes, Ric spoiled him in riches. But they were royals, too afraid to even breathe the wrong way around Shawn.

But Bret wasn’t afraid to show Shawn how he felt. And that became even more apparent as Shawn felt the older man slip a tongue past his lips, to which the blond gladly welcomed.

Shawn placed a hand on the side of Bret’s neck, deepening the kiss as he drew them closer together while Bret placed a hand onto Shawn’s waist in a firm grip. Shawn let a light moan slip out, the sound being a turn on for the older man.

It’s no telling how far the two would have gone had it not been for them hearing the faint sound of Sebastian shouting, “ Prince Shawn! Where are you?! Please come out!”

They broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily as they looked into each other’s eyes, a smile gracing both of their lips. Shawn dipped his head into Bret’s neck groaning, “Damn his bad timing.”

Bret snickered, rubbing a soothing hand across Shawn’s back as he relayed, “He is only doing his job. What if the big bad commoner snatched away the dearest prince?”

“Then the big bad commoner would be doing this prince a favor.”

They sat there for a short while enjoying each other’s embrace until there was another frantic shout from Sebastian. Shawn reluctantly pulled away, saying, “I guess we should go before he loses his head.”

“Agreed,” Bret nodded about to get up, but was stopped when Shawn pulled him into a light peck.

Shawn pouted as he whined, “I want to stay with you.”

Bret nodded, rubbing gently on Shawn’s shoulder saying, “I know. I want to stay with you, too. But I don’t want you getting into any more trouble, ok?”

“Ok,” Shawn moped.

After one more long-lasting kiss, they made their way back into the crop fields, meeting Shawn’s distressed guard halfway. It was obvious that Sebastian was on the verge of demanding the prince of his whereabouts, but remembered his place, saying politely, “Welcome back, young prince. I have been awaiting your arrival.”

Shawn stopped himself from smiling before saying, “Sorry, Sebastian. We got lost.”

Sebastian didn’t seem to believe them, saying to Bret, “Need I remind you, Mr. Hart, that it is a security breach to take off with the prince without supervision.”

“It’s my fault,” said Shawn, not wanting the blame to be put on Bret. “I asked him to race me and we got lost. That is all. Please do not blame him for my mistake.”

And as expected, Sebastian folded under Shawn’s plea. “Of course, my Lord. But may I request that you not run off again for it causes me great worry.”

Shawn felt a little bad at that, not meaning to stress out his guard. He answered, “You have my word.”

As the sun began to set, their day had sadly come to a close. Shawn needed to head back to the palace before dark and Bret’s family would be back home soon. But that didn’t stop the men from taking their time walking back to Shawn’s carriage, neither man wanting to part.

As they neared the carriage, Sebastian announced, “Well, we best be off. The prince has a few duties that must be taken care of tonight.”

“Can you give us a minute,” Shawn asked Sebastian with a hopeful look in his eye.

Sebastian was hesitant but agreed, saying, “Sure, my Lord. But I implore you not to get lost again.”

Shawn smiled awkwardly, waiting for his guard to get out of hearing range before whispering to Bret. “Thank you for today. I really enjoyed myself and… I meant what I said back there. I really do like you, Bret.”

Bret grinned, “I like you, too.”

“Good. I’m glad I didn’t scare you away yet.”

Bret chucked, “You could never scare me away.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Royal life can be a bit…overwhelming. So I’d understand if you’re having second thoughts.”

Bret grabbed Shawn’s hand but pulled away at hearing Sebastian clear his throat in the distance. He and Shawn smiled sheepishly at each other before he reassured, “I knew what I signed up for since the day I arrived for suitor selection. I know I’m not from your world and will likely get judged for it, and I know how shallow and vain royals can be. No offense.”

“None taken.”

“But you’re nothing of the sort. As long as I have you by my side, I’ll be able to get through it.”

“You’re saying all the right things,” Shawn said in a sing-songy voice, to which they both chuckled. “They’ll have no choice but to respect you if we marry. Prince Bret. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Bret stalled, “I…actually haven’t given that much thought.”

It was the first time he realized what marrying Shawn meant. He’d be marrying into wealth. His status would be elevated. His life would never be the same. But as he looked into Shawn’s beautiful blue eyes, he knew the change would be worth it.

“Well, think on it because the reality may be closer than you think.” Shawn then sighed, saying sadly, “My heart’s heavy that we must part.” Being with Bret had brought him comfort and he couldn’t help the empty feeling inside at him leaving.

“Likewise,” said Bret.

Not wanting to end their night on a sour note, Bret peaked at Sebastian before turning back to Shawn, daring to plant a light kiss on his cheek.

“I saw that,” Sebastian said in an annoyed grunt.

Shawn snickered, saying teasingly, “You’re in trouble now.”

They laughed in tandem, neither wanting the sweet moment to end. But they had no choice as Sebastian neared, announcing, “Sorry to interrupt, my Lord, but we must leave now to make it back in time for supper.”

It was a melancholy parting of ways, both men unwilling to leave each other’s side. As Bret watched Shawn’s carriage pull off into the sunset, he could only hope that the other suitors hadn’t captured Shawn’s heart the way Shawn had captured his.

Little did he know, Shawn grinned the whole way back to the palace, knowing he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Bret.

#divider cr: @firefly-graphics #prince au #hartbreak #shawn michaels #bret hart #bret hart x shawn michaels #alternate universe #bretshawn

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Okay!!! Outsiders smp warrior cats au! Might do more with this, might not, but anyone is free to use these ideas, as long as you use the tag #Outsiders SMP WC au

I’ll make this clear: this is my interpretation of these characters as cats! You are free to think differently, this is just how I think

(If you don’t see background or backstory characters from your favorite character, it’s because I haven’t watched that character’s pov, and I don’t want to do their people dirty. Yes, I am specifically referencing the dead clearing 2 people, I haven’t watched any clearing 2 POV’s yet. If you want to add on, whether physically or mentally, go right on ahead! I encourage!)

This is such a LONG post omg

Three portions!

1. Names and descriptions

2. Current clan politics

3. Extra bits and bobs about the au

Names and Descriptions!

Windclan

Owen

Fernspark (Previously Fernclaw)

A cream tabby tom with green eyes and longer fur.

Rank: Warrior

Mowhee

Fogrunner

A lithe brown tabby tom with amber eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Oeca

Houndpaw (Houndeye)

A lynx point Siamese tom with light blue eyes

Rank: Warrior apprentice

Mentor: Currently undecided

Riverclan

Apo

Minnowbark

A cinnamon tabby cat with short hair, ivory front paws, and gold eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Squidney

Fallowheart (Previously Rabbitpaw)

A calico mollie with hazel eyes and medium-length fur.

Rank: Warrior

Thunderclan

Rasbi

Monarchwing

A mostly white calico cat with medium length fur and amber eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Reddoons

Redseed

A russet colored somali cat with green eyes

Rank: Warrior

Gutsluvr

Poppypetal (Previously “Bear” and “Dawn”)

A larger, red-brown maine coon cat with gold eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Shadowclan

Krowfang

Wolfpaw (Wolfteeth)

A fluffy, smokey black cat with a mane and pale yellow eyes

Rank: Warrior Apprentice

Mentor: Currently undecided

Greacie

Daisyshade

A chocolate point siamese mollie with green eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Spidey

Spiderpool

A solid dark grey, almost black, mollie with dark blue eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Skyclan

Magic

Starlingsong (Previously Starlingwing)

A light grey, spotted tabby mollie with heterochromic blue and green eyes.

Rank: Warrior (Previous Riverclan Deputy)

Bek

Juniperthorn

A torishell mollie with green eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Ayngel

Featherstorm

A cream tabby mollie with yellow eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Soup

Badgernose

A mostly black, black and white mollie with yellow eyes

Rank: Medicine cat

Ori

Briarmoon

A lithe tuxedo black and white tom with yellow eyes.

Rank: Warrior

Current clan politics

(THINGS ARE NOT THE BEST FOR THE LADS)

—Riverclan is being led by Magic’s father. Riverclan’s leader is brash and hard on his warriors, often extending apprenticeships at the drop of a hat. He expects battle-ready warriors and punishes slackers. He apprenticed his daughter a moon and a half earlier than he should have, and starts apprenticeships half a moon earlier when kits show promise.

Very ridged in clan rivalries, the leader is quite prickly. After his daughter fled, even more so.

Riverclan, quietly, is planning an attack on Shadowclan

—Shadowclan is currently being led by Wolfpaw’s (Krow’s) father. Violent and bloodthirsty, this leader apprentices kits at four moons old, but expects them to be nothing more than scouts who run back for reinforcements until five and a half moons of age, when they are strongly encouraged to prove themselves.

Due to their leader, Shadowclan is on the brink of war with Thunderclan.

Shadowclan’s leader punishes warriors and apprentices harshly, physically and with grueling tasks. Warriors retire older than other clans. Shadowclan cats are often worked into the ground. A sort-of Tigerstar situation, but not entirely. Shadowclan’s leader keeps steady supply of deathberries and holly. Cats are encouraged to kill in battle.

In Shadowclan, you will either die for your leader or die trying kill your leader. Wolfpaw (Krow) is currently rallying a rebellion. It wants to be leader itself, because it trusts no one else with the job.

—Thunderclan’s leader is Monarchwing’s (Rasbi’s) father, Thunderclan’s deputy is her mother. Thunderclan follows the warrior code dutifully. They are not outright aggressive, but they are valiantly defensive. They are currently on the brink of war with Shadowclan, due to Shadowclan attempting to encroach on their territory and attack their patrols.

—Windclan’s current leader, Harestar, is a very peaceful cat. Windclan follows the warrior code dutifully.

Windclan’s previous leader was Fernspark’s (Owen’s) father, who was very, very violent. Under Windclan’s previous leader, a war waged with Thunderclan. As soon as Harestar took the reigns, a peace treaty was sought out with Thunderclan.

Harestar became leader through the chaos of the previous leader and deputy dying at the same time. It was claimed by a surviving warrior—from the battle that killed both Windclan’s previous leader and deputy—that when the previous leader died, the previous deputy told the clan to make his son (Harefur) leader as he died. Two other surviving warriors corroborated this story, one other said they were semi-nearby but heard none of it, and the others were too preoccupied with battle. There was debate, but Harestar did take power.

Throughout this debate, Fernspark (Owen) approved the choice of Harecloud as leader.

—Skyclan is lead by a leader fearful of the clashing between Shadowclan and Thunderclan. Skyclan’s leader knows they will be caught in the crossfire, and wants to strengthen the clan as much as possible. Medicine cats are encouraged and any cat who will remain loyal to the clan is allowed to join, doesn’t matter if they are loner, kittypet, or clan cat.

Skyclan follows the warrior code dutifully.

BITS AND BOBS

MY FAVORITE

—Badgernose (Soup) was originally a loner, who had run far from her last group, but found acceptance as a medicine cat from starclan

—Badgernose, in her old group, went by the name “El” and was referred to commonly as “Death’s El” due to her poisons. She specialized in finding poisons and ways to utilize them against other creatures and cats. She hated it, but she stayed because her group insisted that, with her help, they could get her brother—who’d been kidnapped by a rival group—back. So when she learned her brother had died, and they’d been lying to her for moons about his death, she put poison in the prey and dipped

—Fernspark’s (Owen’s) suffix was originally ‘claw’, given to him by his father—the previous leader, but when Harestar seized power, he requested it be changed. Originally, he’d wanted to ask for his name to be “Fernpoppy” but after his father lost his last life in a battle, he’d decided on “Fernspark” after his father’s old suffix.

He disproved of his father’s actions, and his father was not the best or kindest father, and Fernspark’s a little glad he’s gone, but he feels he should offer some sort of tribute. Make the suffix “spark” into something not only associated with war.

—Fallowheart (Squidney) dislikes her prefix. It was changed from “Rabbit” to “Fallow” because the Riverclan leader figured she wasn’t working hard enough

—Fallowheart (Squidney) is half-rogue

—Juniperthorn (Bekyamon) is half-clan. Half Skyclan, half Windclan

—Fogrunner (Mowhee) is a flight risk. His leader is very funny.

—Houndpaw (Oeca) is bloodthirsty. So is Wolfpaw (Krow). They both understand this. They do not like each other.

—Redseed (Reddoons) used to be a kittypet. His Twolegs lost their house in a fire, and Redseed—injured by fire and smoke inhalation—was taken in by Thunderclan. He gets routine check-ups for his lungs, and is told to not exert himself

—Fernspark’s (Owen’s) father was killed in a battle with Thunderclan. Fernspark’s (Owen’s) mother was kidnapped by another clan, but when given opportunity to leave, she had decided to stay.

—Fernspark (Owen), Starlingsong (Magic), Wolfpaw (Krow), & Monarchwing (Rasbi) are nepo babies (All of them are the child of a current/past leader)

—Starlingsong (Magic) left her original clan (Riverclan) for Skyclan to escape her father, who is Riverclan’s leader. She chose Skyclan because it was far from Riverclan, and her mother had fled there as well. When she arrived, she was crushed when she learned that her mother had been killed by a Shadowclan warrior only half a moon before.

—Starlingsong (Magic) was Riverclan’s previous deputy.

—When Starlingsong (Magic) lived in Riverclan, her name had been Starlingwing, but when she moved to Skyclan, Skyclan’s leader talked to her about a symbolic name change, to which she asked for “song”.

—Daisyshade (Greacie) assists her medicine cat with herb duties. Because of this, the medicine cat tries their very best to shape Daisyshade (Greacie) into a field medic

—Monarchwing’s (Rasbi’s) sister, Aldercloud, is secretly mates with the current Windclan leader. Monarchwing is keeping this quiet because they believe the rule against half clan relationships is unjust. They’re concerned for their sister and hope things work out.

—Juniperthorn (Bek) is below average at climbing trees. This is mildly problematic because she is a Skyclan cat.

—Juniperthorn (Bek) questions if they should move to Windclan, because she doesn’t think she belongs in Skyclan. But she’s also not the fastest, so she doesn’t think she’d do any better there.

—Fruit trio are friends. They make it work.

—There are a lot of friendships between cats of different clans

—Poppypetal (Guts) used to be a loner living on twoleg streets and back alleys, where they went by the name “Bear” and protected and lived beside their best friend. When their friend was hit by a monster and died, they lost their head and got caught by Twolegs, sent to a shelter. Poppypetal, then “Bear”, was sent to a foster home, where they booked it into the forest as soon as possible. Eventually, they were found by a Thunderclan patrol, decided to join Thunderclan, and changed their name to Poppypetal.

—Fernspark (Owen) is not the deputy of Windclan, because Harestar had been much too paranoid about Fernspark being like his father. They’re closer now.

—My thought process with why Fernspark (Owen) isn’t batshit, because, well, cat war and people war are different, and each camp is basically the HEART of a “country.” There are no unprotected “villages” to massacre. And the whole reason C!Owen accepted his father was right about demons in cannon was because demons burned his village and butchered his people. So the whole of Windclan fighting, with Windclan and Thunderclan holding pretty much equal strength in the lake territories here (as district 15 & 6 must have in cannon, for the war to last as long as it did), Windclan would be able to defend it’s main camp.

Sure, shit could happen, but there would be no utter destruction. Fernspark (Owen) would not be so blinded by grief and rage as to accept his father’s ideologies so easily, and be more open to see the bloodshed on both sides.

—Houndpaw is older than Wolfpaw

—Spiderpool (Spidey), Starlingsong (Magic), and Wolfpaw (Krow) have higher-than-average connections to starclan

—Wolfpaw’s underground rebellion includes Spiderpool (Spidey), Daisyshade (Greacie), and more people from those three’s assorted backstories. I’m thinking cats from other nearby clans could assist as well

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