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🇸🇪 GRATTIS PÅ FÖDSELSEDAGEN - William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius - May 1st 🇸🇪

[Willy’s birthday party]

Thank you for participating in this little celebration 🥳 Though it was with short notice, I do appreciate all the inputs 🙏🏼 And hopefully, this blurb is somewhat enjoyable to read, as we prepare for the match to come 🤍

Warnings; 18+ smut; just loads of oral sex (f and m receiving) , unprotected penetrative sex;

Word count; 2.3K+

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost

Morning Bliss

The morning sunlight seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle golden light across the bedroom where you and William lay entwined in each other's arms. It was a rare moment of tranquillity amidst the chaos of playoff season, and you were determined to savour it.

William had returned late the previous night, weary from the excitement of the game in Boston. But today was special—it was his birthday, a day of celebration and happiness. You had silently promised yourself not to mention his birthday until the outcome of the game was decided, as you didn't want to add any unnecessary pressure or dampen the mood if the Leafs were to face an exit from the playoffs. But fortunately, luck had been on their side, and the team emerged victorious.

As the gentle hum of your alarm clock filled the room, you shifted beside William, a playful grin forming on your lips. Careful not to disturb his slumber, you slipped out of bed to prepare the first meal of the day, approved by Margaret of course. Then returning with a tray filled with his favourite breakfast treats – Swedish pancakes, with cloudberry jam and cream, scrambled eggs, and bacon along with some fresh berries – you placed it on the empty side of the bed.

The scent of warm pancakes filled the air, mingling with the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. And sensing movement, Pablo and Banksy, the two furry companions, stirred from their slumber at the foot of the bed, their tails wagging with excitement.

Then with a tender touch, you brushed a stray strand of hair from William's forehead, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Time to rise and shine, birthday boy," you whispered softly.

Slowly, William began to stir, his eyes fluttering open as he caught the delightful scent wafting through the room. A lazy smile graced his lips as he took in the scene before him – the woman he adored, his beloved dogs, and a tray filled with breakfast delights.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice still laced with sleepiness as he sat up a little.

You chuckled softly, snuggling up beside him as you arranged the tray between you. "Happy birthday, Willy," you said, your words brimming with warmth and affection.

And together, you indulged in a leisurely breakfast in bed, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company, which was enough to dispel any lingering drowsiness. With the morning sun casting its golden glow across the room, you couldn't help but feel thankful for this peaceful moment amidst life's chaos. As you stole glances at William, his eyes shining with joy, you realised that there was nowhere else you'd rather be than right here, celebrating the man who had captured your heart.

Home Comforts

As the morning gently shifted into early midday, you and William embraced the day with a serene sense of calm and satisfaction. Following a relaxed breakfast in bed, you both lingered beneath the covers, browsing Instagram reels and sharing soft laughter as you stumbled upon amusing memes and adorable puppy videos.

But then eventually, the call of the day grew stronger, and you rose from bed, leaving William to luxuriate in the warmth of the sheets for a little while longer, before he finally made his way out the door in his most comfort attire to take the dogs for a walk.

Meanwhile, padding into the kitchen, you slowly began preparing a special lunch for him, one that would evoke memories of his childhood in Sweden—Swedish meatballs.

The comforting scent of sizzling meat and aromatic spices filled the kitchen as you worked, a nostalgic aroma that brought a smile to your face. Aware of William's fondness for these familiar flavours, you took delight in crafting them for him, aiming to provide a taste of home on his special day.

And as the meatballs simmered to perfection, you carefully set the table, adding thoughtful touches here and there to enhance the meal's charm. Then when William returned from his call with family and his leisurely stroll with the dogs, he was greeted by the tempting aroma of his favourite dish filling the air.

The joy that lit up his face upon entering the kitchen warmed your heart, his eyes brimming with happiness at the sight before him. "Swedish meatballs?" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and delight.

You nodded, a playful grin playing on your lips.

And together, you enjoyed yet another meal; a relaxed lunch, savouring each mouthful of the delicious food as you chatted and chuckled, relishing the simple pleasure of each other's company. With the sun still casting its warm glow around the room, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments together, celebrating the man you adored in the comfort of your own home.

Then later in the day, William headed off to some training and ice time, where his teammates briefly acknowledged his birthday amid their focused preparations for the upcoming game. However, upon returning home, he found a different kind of solace awaiting him—a sanctuary of tranquillity and affection where he could leave the demands of hockey behind and simply unwind.

Sensual Delights

Yet, as William crossed the threshold into your home, the fatigue from the day's training and ice time began to fade, replaced by a surge of excitement and anticipation. His senses sharpened as he caught sight of you, reclining on the table, naked and adorned with his other favourite delicacy—sushi.

A tangible tension filled the air, charged with desire and longing as William's gaze roamed over your figure, his heart quickening its beat. Relaxation was the furthest thing from his mind now, replaced by a different kind of hunger.

The dinner unfolded at a leisurely pace; each bite of sushi cherished with reverence as a sensual aura enveloped you both. Soft music floated through the room, the sultry melodies of Drake, The Weeknd, and Post Malone enhancing the seductive ambiance.

With each morsel of sushi, William alternated between eating and feeding you, the intimacy of the moment deepening the connection between you. His touch was tender yet possessive as he traced the curves of your body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your skin as he indulged in the feast before him.

But it was when his lips brushed against your bare core, drawing sweet moans of pleasure from your lips, that the intensity of the moment truly ignited. Slowly, teasingly, William trailed kisses up your body, savouring every inch of your skin as you exchanged smiles, laughter, and passionate kisses. Completely lost in a haze of desire, you surrendered to the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his touch as he worshipped you with his lips and tongue.

Time seemed to stand still as you immersed yourselves in each other, the outside world fading into insignificance as you luxuriated in the ecstasy of the moment. William was a master of diving into meals, and your cunt was just another perfect treat on the menu. The taste of your juices, mixed with the sweet sounds of your moans only had his mind boing wild.

And after a rather intense yet wonderful orgasm, you presented him with his birthday gifts, each one chosen with love and thoughtfulness. The designer watch he had longed for adorned his wrist, a symbol of your enduring love. And the small, framed photo of Pablo and Banksy, rendered in pop art style, brought a smile to his face, a reminder of the joy and companionship you shared.

Sweet Indulgence

With the lingering scent of sex in the air, you and William seamlessly transitioned from savouring dinner to indulging in dessert. The cake, a traditional Swedish recipe handed down from William's mother, tempted you both with its sweet fragrance filling the room.

Yet, this wasn't just about eating cake. With desire still smouldering between you, each bite became an intimate exchange, shared between lovers with a hunger that surpassed mere food.

As you fed each other morsels of cake, the sweetness of the icing blending with the saltiness of your skin, the line between indulgence and foreplay blurred. Occasionally, your lips met in fiery kisses, the taste of cake lingering as you explored each other's mouths with a passion born from desire.

But soon, William's lips found your skin once more, tracing kisses along your neck and collarbone with an intensity that left you breathless. With skilled expertise, he teased and tantalised your senses, his tongue creating patterns of bliss across your skin until you were lost in pleasure.

"Mmm, loved the cake, baby," he huskily hummed against your skin. "But how about I eat your cake..."

And then nother wave of pleasure surged through you as William's skilled mouth drove you to new heights of bliss. Lost in the moment, you surrendered to the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his touch as he brought you to another climax with his oral skills.

But even as you revelled in the afterglow, William's own desires burned fiercely within him, evident in his hardness. With a commanding growl, he guided you to the table, his need for a release clear as he claimed you with fervour, bending you over.

His thrusts were slow and deep, yet deliberate and passionate, each movement bringing you closer to the peak of ecstasy. The table beneath you rocked with the force of his movements, your moans mingling with his own primal sounds of pleasure.

Yet, it was when he spun you around and lifted you onto the table, his actions growing more urgent, that you sensed you were both nearing climaxes. With each thrust, he propelled you towards the pinnacle of pleasure, the intensity of the moment threatening to consume you.

And as you reached the peak together, your bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at the irony of the situation. "Well, Happy Birthday to you," you whispered breathlessly, your voice filled with laughter and affection. "But it seems like I'm the one getting the presents."

As the echoes of pleasure dissolved into the air, you and William lay spent and breathless, savouring the aftermath of your passionate encounter. With a tender smile, you pressed a lingering kiss to his lips before gently disentangling yourselves.

Intimate Interlude

The warm cascade of the shower enveloped you both as you stood together, washing away the remnants of cake and indulgence. It was a tender moment, filled with gentle caresses and whispered words of affection, the intimacy between you deepening with each passing second.

Once dried and refreshed, you tackled the remaining tasks of the evening with a shared sense of purpose, the anticipation of what lay ahead lingering in the air like a sweet, intoxicating scent. With meals prepared and the kitchen tidied, you settled onto the sofa, ready to lose yourselves in one of William's beloved movies.

Yet, as the film played on, the gentle touches between you evolved into something more, desire and longing thickening the air. It was a hunger that pulsed between you, drawing you closer until your lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within you both.

And with fervent kisses and roaming hands, you surrendered to the moment, consumed by passion and desire. The world around you faded as you explored each other with love and longing once again, the sound of your breath mingling with the rush of ecstasy as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment.

Even in the midst of passion, you kept your focus on the gift you wanted to give William on his special day. With tender kisses and whispered promises, you traced a path of gentle caresses down his body, leaving a trail of warmth until you reached your destination.

With anticipation building, you took his length into your mouth, your tongue expertly teasing and tantalising, driving him to the brink of pleasure. It was an unparalleled sensation, overwhelming him with ecstasy as he surrendered to the bliss of your touch.

And as he reached his climax, you eagerly embraced his release, relishing the taste of him on your tongue as you continued to show him your love and affection. It was a moment of pure joy, shared between two souls bound by an unbreakable bond.

With his release, you both knew it was time to retire to bed, mindful of the upcoming game. But as you nestled together beneath the covers, wrapped in each other's embrace, you found comfort in the knowledge that whatever tomorrow held, you would face it together, united in love and devotion.

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Though The Path May Be Long, I Shall Find You; Jack Howl

A path lies ahead, some are more treacherous than others. At the end of the winding, coloured footsteps is where they can rest; a bird directing them forward, made out of precious stone.

Main Character; Jack Howl

Supporting Roles; Jack's parents, Vil Schoenheit (if you squint), Leona Kingscholar, bird messengers

Content; Soulmate AU (I use the term soul match), gender-neutral reader, this can be read as platonic, familial, or romantic, made up some lore for Jack's family, hurt/comfort (but not as much as the others)

Content Warning; brief violence (not reader or Jack), some swearing, nightmares (reader)

Word Count; 5 K

Do not put mine - or other creators’ - works into AI; that shit steals.

Prologue & Leona's Story | Ruggie's Story

Winter was in the air, despite it only being the start of September. But this was the Shaftlands, winter always came early, and a thin blanket of snow would be covering the ground before the end of the month. Jack was out picking berries with his father, as his mother was out hunting game to fill their freezer for the long winter nights. The Howl family was stocked up on almost everything, but having some fresh and rare cloudberries were always welcomed; especially during the long nights that were to come. A raven flew overhead and came to rest on his father’s shoulder, croaking into his ear.

Jack’s ears perked up, but he continued picking berries, trying to overhear the conversation between his father and his messenger, made from sodalite. Hmm, oh there’s a large patch over there! Dad’s busy so he wouldn’t notice if I went ahead and picked those!

“What news do you bring,” the older man asked the bird. A particular harsh wind rustled through the evergreens. Seems like winter would be here early this year, earlier than usual.

The raven puffed up, and shook their head. “The Mrs has harvested a moose, a large bull. Enough to feed the household until spring.”

Mr Howl nodded his head and his raven was off again, going back to reunite with the others. “Jack?” He called out. Nothing. “Jack?!” He looked to where he was earlier, but he wasn’t there. “JACK?!” He shouted, causing birds to leave the trees in a panic. “JACK HOWL?!”

Jack was still busy picking berries, and he stopped upon hearing the echoing, concerned, yelling of his dad. How had he gotten so far away? “Dad? I’m over here dad!” He stayed calm, and stayed put. Should you ever get lost, stay put. Should you panic and run more you’ll only get yourself more lost. He got up on a rock and waved his arms, in the hope that his dad would notice the movement. “I’m over here! DAD?!”

A twig snapped in the undergrowth, and Jack stopped. The wind was moving towards him and he could smell something, something dangerous. He wedged himself into a narrow rock overhang and held his breath. Slow padded footsteps thudded outside and soon he could see the brown fur of a brown bear outside of his hiding place. And he could hear and feel the hot breath entering the crevice.

“JACK?!” His dad shouted, and all he saw was something white and furry fighting the bear. But it wasn’t his dad, it was his mom. “Jack, come on! Hurry!” His dad forcibly dragged him out of his hiding spot and made a beeline home.

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“What were you thinking,” his mom inspected his face, looking for any marks, even though during the fight with the brown bear a claw had left a gash on her shoulder blade. “I told you to stay with your dad while out foraging-”

Jack’s eyebrows were knotted, and his lip trembled. His mother stopped and cupped his face.

“Love,” she embraced him in a crushing hug, “we were worried about you. Please, just stick near us. Okay? You’re okay, Jack.”

Jack squeezed her back, tail in between his legs. “I’m sorry Mom.” He just wanted to pick some cloudberries, his mom’s favourite. He wanted to surprise her with enough so that they could make some jam together. But all the berries that he had picked had been destroyed during the fight. It was all for naught.

A light knock on the front door made him stop, and his mother went to answer it. At the door stood a blond boy a few years older than Jack, bright amethyst eyes looking up. “Excuse me, Mrs. Howl, but can I play with Jack?”

Jack’s mom looked at Vil, taking mind to make sure her wound dressing was still covered. “Sorry Vil, but-” she stopped and looked towards her son. “But, you’ll have to play here, in the yard.”

Jack looked up, asking silently for permission, and his mom nodded a yes. “What do you wanna play,” he asked excitedly, grabbing some of their usual play things.

Vil smiled, and helped bring the toys outside. “Hmmm, what about knights? Trying to save the village?”

And the two boys went off and played. Vil would continue to visit every day, until a large ice storm rolled in on Jack’s fifth birthday, forcing everyone to stay inside.

That night, as Jack was starting to fall asleep, he looked outside. The ice had temporarily stopped, and a bright orange moon hung in the sky. Green and blue auroras painting the night sky. Jack didn’t know what to ask for when it came to his messenger. He knew it was going to be a raven, as it was customary for a raven to form a bond with a wolf pup.

“Can I,” he paused, thinking. What do I want? “Can I have someone there for me?” He was about to turn in for the night, but an unseasonably warm wind opened the window. He rushed to close it, and when he looked down there was a raven messenger, but it wasn’t made out of typical stone. It was made of petrified wood; representing trust, grounding, and knowledge. But he didn’t know that, all he knew was that he had a raven. That he had a soul match. That’s all that mattered.

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Jack placed his belongings down on the floor and the desk beside his bed, looking over the room. He didn’t know what to expect of Savanaclaw, but he was thankful that he at least had a dorm, unlike the one student. They also smelled… different, not a bad different, but different. They didn’t smell like they were from Twisted Wonderland, that they were from somewhere entirely different. But that wasn’t any of his business, and he wasn’t about to poke his nose into someone else’s business, let alone a complete stranger.

He shook his head and started placing his items where he thought they would go best. And since he was now in a place temperate enough without any harsh winters, he could finally start growing some plants he saw in a book once; some cacti. The little green plants spoke to him; they survived in harsh conditions and adapted to not only survive but to strive. He could appreciate that, even if the plant did prick him every so often, he couldn’t blame it for doing so, that’s what the spines are meant for.

His mind wandered, wondering if his siblings were doing okay? He knew that his parents were more than capable of looking after them, but he still worried. Ever since his mom fought off that bear, she hasn’t been able to use her left arm like she normally did; weaker from nerve damage. Her raven also had the scar, and couldn’t fly due to it. But she never alluded that she was in pain, keeping on a brave face for Jack, and later on for his siblings.

Jack looked down to his raven. Unlike the others, his raven was made of fossilized wood, preserved throughout the aeons. He turned it over gently, his hands dwarfing it in comparison. It would stay small, small enough to hold until his soul match’s bird awoke… that is if he had one at all. Apparently, messengers made out of anything other than stone were rare and could be seen as a blessing, but also as a warning. A warning that hardships may await them in the future. He didn’t want to dwell on that though, he had a messenger so that in itself proved that there was someone out there for him. Be they a friend, found family, or life partners, like his parents.

“What lessons do you hold,” he asked quietly, ears twitching making sure the coast was clear. He placed the wooden bird on his desk carefully, and when he was satisfied, he left the room, heading off to the dining hall.

A cold breeze entered the room, which was rare for the Savanaclaw dorm. It carried the smell of snow, pine trees, and a lone snowflake landed on the wood raven, resting between their eyes. They shook their head and stretched out their wings, flexing them for the first time. The cold wind was gone as soon as it came, the warmth from the sun-baked stone returning.

The raven hopped to the window sill, looking out to the rapidly setting sun. “The time is nigh. They are here.” And they took off, but not to find Jack.

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You couldn’t sleep, but what could you really expect? You had just arrived to this ‘Twisted Wonderland’ and everything you knew had been flipped upside down. Magic was real. There are merfolk, fae, and beastmen?! All of the fairy tales were true but they were Disney-fied; honestly that probably saved your butt, since the originals are… well you would have had fewer chances of survival let’s just say that.

“I swear if I see one more Mickey Mouse easter-egg-” you muttered under your breath, rubbing your temples. It didn’t help that your new place, Ramshackle Dorm, was not up to code. How that ‘Headmage’ thought the decaying mansion was suitable to live in was beyond you. To be fair, he does seem to be quite a few screws loose.

A gust of cold wind blew the windows open and you scrambled to close them. When you finally got them closed a low croaking was behind you. You turned around and on your bed were two ravens, but they looked to be made of stone instead of flesh and feathers. “Finally arrived, I see,” the one said, hopping up to stand on the bed frame.

You blinked a few times, but the ravens were still there. “Uhhhh, I just got here.” You had already been exposed to so much today that, sure why not, talking stone birds are totally normal now. Totally normal. Nope, not internally freaking out. You are totally zen. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! Not having an existential crisis. Everything is normal here.

“We have been waiting many years for you,” the other raven spoke, their voice being deeper than the previous one. They stood stoically, unlike the more hyper one which was tracing patterns in the hole-ridden bedsheets. “However, there is much to learn here. You must grow before I or your messenger digress any further information. For now, know this; many a hardship will fall your way, but you must stand tall. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for.” They bowed to you and took flight, exiting through the window from whence they came, leaving you alone with the more playful bird.

Many a hardship will come your way. You had just gotten here and that cryptic line of advice sounded more like a warning than something comforting. I must stand tall? I’m stronger than I give myself credit for? Haven’t I already received enough character development? I just… I want to go home.

You felt a soft tap tap tap on your hand. The raven had stopped making patterns and was sitting beside you, looking up at you. “Come now, it has been a long enough day for you. You cannot do anything if you are not well rested. Off to bed with you now, shoo shoo!” They flapped at you with their wings.

You planted your feet down, and stopped. “And why should I listen to you?!” You snapped. For all that you knew, this could be a prank, a hazing ceremony of sorts.

The raven stopped and calmed down. “I am a part of you. Once you awaken tomorrow, I shall tell you everything that you ought to know.”

You would have protested more, but in all honestly all of your energy had been drained throughout the day. The mattress was hard and lumpy, the sheets thin and with holes, but you fell asleep quickly. The wood raven silently looking after you.

“King of Beasts,” they said in a hushed tone, looking up to the moonless night. “Make haste, for many a challenge will face them. Send their match on his quest for them… before something else finds them.”

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When Jack got back to his dorm it was dark out, being held back by a fight between Leona and the Diasomnia housewarden. But when he opened the door he stilled. When he left, his wood raven was sitting on his desk, and now it was flying around and collecting anything shiny it could find. “Oh, this would make for a lovely present, yes, yes, that will do nicely!”

His soul match was finally here then. He should have felt happy, but all he felt was confusion. Should I be… happy? “What are you doing?” He asked the raven, as it had made a mess of his side of the room.

The raven squawked, and dropped a coin it was carrying. “Ah, Jack, my good fellow! Finally back I see! Oh, I’m just gathering up some exquisite gifts for you to give to your match!” They presented all of the ‘presents’ they had collected; several coins, a bobby pin, and some dryer lint. “Are they not lovely?”

Jack’s ears pulled back, “You didn’t have to do that, I can do it myself.” He wouldn’t classify any of those gifts 'exquisite’ or ‘lovely’. “Nevermind that. How are you alive?” He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it, to have confirmation that this was real. That this was really happening.

The raven hopped down to the floor and bit at his tail, hard.

“HEY-”

“There, proof that I’m alive. There should be a bruise tomorrow as well.” The raven looked smug, and puffed up with pride. “Oh your meeting shall be splendid! Their raven and I have it all planned out-”

“No,” he interjected. “Nothing is planned out, it’s not your place to plan how, when, or where, we meet. Don’t force them to do anything.” He didn’t want to force his match with anything, even if both of their birds wanted nothing more than to plan some horribly cheesy scene. “We will meet when we meet.”

The raven stilled in its actions, looking at the things it had collected. “Which will be when, Jack? It has been over ten years since you received me.”

Jack pushed his hair out of his face, centering himself. “I’m not sure, but one day. It could be tomorrow. It could be a week. Months. Or years. But we will meet when we deem ourselves ready. That isn’t for you to decide… So please, let us do it on our own terms.” He sighed, and sat down. He wasn’t planning on any of this happening and it was only his first day at Night Raven College, and there was still yet more to come.

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Jack had adjusted to life in Savanaclaw and the college. He may not always agree with how… underhanded some of his peers may be, but he wished not to rock the boat. But he had stepped out of his comfort zone, he had confronted others when they abused their power. But even with all of that chaos, he had made a friend; you. But he knew that you hadn’t told him everything, and he wasn’t going to push you for it either. You would do that on your own terms, and he would patiently wait. Unlike his raven who kept on pushing him.

“It’s almost winter break,” they croaked in his ear. “Do you not wish to inform your parents of this wonderous news? That your match is here?”

Jack shrugged the bird off, and sighed. “I would, but I would like to know that for certain that they, my match, are prepared for… that. Mother can be… overprotective.” He may not be a young pup anymore, but his mother still doted over him. And yes, he loves her, but he doesn’t want to throw his match to the wolves when it came to his family. He didn’t want to rush into it. He wanted a slow progression where they got to know each other.

The raven relented in its actions. “Ah, I understand… have you seen the footsteps yet?”

“No.” No, he had not. There was no trace of any glowing footsteps, and he has yet to be visited by his match’s raven, which means that they were not ready. There was still something they were looking for; either in themselves or around them. He just wondered; what were they looking for?

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Books upon books upon books, and there was absolutely nothing. No word of your world, the only thing coming close being this world’s version of Paris. Other than that, nothing. You were frustrated. Have the weeks of pouring over volumes of text been for nothing? And now winter break was nearing, and you would be left alone here… stuck as you have been for the past several months.

“Prefect, you look unwell,” Jack’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He had become an unlikely friend during your time here. He had helped you so many times before, and now he even brought you some lunch, as you were hunched over yet another book. “And you’ve been reading non-stop.”

You looked over to your friend, and there was concern in his warm, golden eyes. A lot of people saw Jack as aloof, but you saw him as warm, but not overbearingly so. “Just trying to understand a few things is all. You don’t need to worry about me, Jack, you’ve done more than enough as is!” He had even brought you a plate of pear compote, his favourite.

He didn’t look convinced, his ears pinned back. “You can just ask, Prefect. I may not know everything, but it’s best to not let things cloud your mind.” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

“What do stone birds mean?” You quickly closed your mouth, regretting that you brought it up. As far as you could tell, no one else had a stone bird. “Ignore that-”

Jack cocked his head. “Prefect, do you have one?” He didn’t need an answer, as your expression, body language, and fast heart rate was one enough. “A stone bird means that you have a soul match. Someone who is right for you. They can come in many forms… but a lot of people wish for a romantic one. The more common ones are familial or platonic matches though.” He reached down into his bag, getting out a small journal with a wolf and raven on it.

“Don’t get your hopes up, herbivore,” Leona took a seat at your table and eyed the journal. “Shouldn’t be letting some bird tell you who to bond with.”

You picked at your plate; both of what they said playing in your mind. Jack’s ears twitched, and he opened up the journal. In it were crystal meanings, common birds for the different clans of beastmen. “Bitter, aren’t we?”

Leona’s ears pinned back, and Jack shifted closer to you. He didn’t know why, and he knew that Leona wouldn’t try anything, but he felt compelled to protect you from harm, even if it never came. And the hairs on his neck stood on end, much as the hackles of an agitated canine would.

Leona raised an eyebrow at Jack and rolled his eyes. “Not bitter, herbivore,” he sighed. “Just don’t like havin’ someone else call the shots for me, let alone some pesky bird and some long-dead king from times past.”

Jack huffed and handed the book to you, ignoring his house warden. “Hopefully this helps, since the messengers can’t tell us anything of substance-”

“What’s your stone bird?” Your eyes widened, and you fumbled. Why did I do that? That’s something that only… his soul match should know? What’s the etiquette on asking about soul matches? Did I offend him? Why is Leona looking so smug right now?

Jack rubbed the back of his neck, “A raven, that’s the messenger that wolf beastmen and their soul match receive.”

Huh, that’s- Wait a minute MY ‘messenger’ is a raven- Your brain was scrambling trying to put that information together. “That makes sense, I guess,” is what came out of your mouth instead of some hot word vomit. “Since, ya know, ravens form friendships with wolves and help lead them to food- Well in this case not food, rather their soul match…” You stopped talking, feeling like you were just digging yourself into a deeper hole. Best stop while I’m ahead. STOP RAMBLING! “But, uhhh, thanks for the book Jack!” You smiled warmly, finally having at least a few answers to the seemingly never ending list of questions you had.

“It’s no problem,” Jack offered a small smile and a nod of his head. But you knew that it was genuine, you could read him like an open book.

I don’t get why people are intimidated by him. Jack’s a nice guy. Sure, he’s a bit aloof at first, but he means well. “Just let me know if there’s anything I can do for you, okay?” He had already helped you out so many times before, so you only thought it would be fair for you to help him out in return in the future; not to repay him, but because you’re his friend. Friends help out friends.

He gave you a nod and the bell rang, and you were both off to your respective classes. Both of your wooden messengers flying after you, giving each other a nod.

…

Ink. Ink was everywhere. Hands were everywhere. And eyes, so many eyes were looking down at Jack. What is this? He shook his head and the scene changed, there were still eyes looking down, but the hands were gone, and there were only a few puddles of ink? Overblot? But there was no one around. The scene shifted again, and this time he was in the magishift field. Leona’s overblot?

“It’s their nightmares, I’m afraid. Rather rare for their dreams to enter into yours.” His raven said, but was nowhere near, off in the physical world. “I cannot do anything I’m afraid.”

But why is my soul match having nightmares of overblots? Only certain people have witnessed them… But he walked forwards, the field shifting into water, the browns and tans fading into blues and purples. Azul’s overblot? But only- But he was ripped out of the dream by his alarm blaring. He shot up out of bed, in a cold sweat. “What was that,” he huffed, trying to calm his racing heart.

His raven hopped over, and handed him a towel. “Night terrors. Premonitions. Awful things. They’ve been haunted by them for months now.”

This caused Jack to frown. His soul match has been haunted by dreams, dreams that he had just witnessed for months? How in the Seven were they able to get any sleep if their dreams were filled with the fraction of what he saw? They must be exhausted… “Is there anything I can do to help?” He hadn’t really thought it over, but the urge to help his soul match, whoever they were, was strong

“Hmm, until you properly meet through the path, no. but you know them, so just keep on supporting them-” the raven stopped, realizing its blunder. Jack wasn’t supposed to know that he had already met his soul match.

He narrowed his eyes at the wood bird. “I know them,” he said, not amused. “How long have I known them for?”

The raven did its impression of a guilty smile. “Oh since about… Actually, I can't say that, as that would be a dead giveaway and can’t have that happen, no no, can’t have that happen at all.”

Jack just stared at his messenger, and he bounced his knee, thinking. If my raven won’t tell me anything maybe their’s will… But that would have to wait until later, right now he was behind in his morning routine. “Fine, I’ll leave you alone then.” If you won’t tell me, maybe their raven will.

…

Night after night has only been nightmare upon nightmare. Waking up, sweating, gasping, and feeling like there were eyes everywhere. But they were just dreams. Dreams aren’t real. Dreams shouldn’t scare you. But they did. And tonight was no different.

The sun wasn’t up yet, but you couldn’t fall back asleep. You didn’t get up either, staying in a fetal position, trying to rid the feeling of sticky ink and the sensation that you were being watched. “It was just a dream,” you whispered, “it was just a dream.”

“Dreams have meaning,” the throaty voice of someone said. Out of the darkness walked forward a raven, much like your own. “It is good to heed them.”

Dreams have meaning. “Who is the wolf then,” you ease out of the fetal position and sit up, staring at the raven. Your soul match’s raven.

Amongst the nightmares, the being that saves you is a large white wolf, standing between the darkness, the hands, and the eyes, protecting you. A white knight in furry armour if you will.

The raven clamoured into your lap, getting comfortable. “Thought it would have been obvious. The wolf is your soul match, dearie. Afterall, ravens are the messengers and companions of wolves.”

You knew that much already, and looked down at the wood raven. “That’s not what I meant, and you know that.” Why can’t they give me a straight answer? It’s not that difficult of a thing. “Who are they?”

The raven sighed and propped itself back up. “I cannot tell you that… but I may give you this; you know him. And he is closer than you think.” They perched themself on the window sill, the full moon backlighting their silhouette. “And he knows you. Why do you think he’s in your dreams? It’s a very special link, do treat it with care.” They took off into the night, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You looked up to the sky, searching for answers. “Should I follow?” A brisk wind entered through the cracks of Ramshackle Dorm, ruffling the sheets and loose papers. It was cold, but in a comforting way. You closed your eyes and breathed in, and when you opened them again you saw glowing footsteps the colour of the harvest moon.

You are ready. The breeze seemed to say. The time for waiting and second-guessing was over. Now was the time for action.

…

Jack was doing his morning workout session early since he couldn’t fall back asleep after that nightmare, and running tended to get his mind off of things. He was running laps when he noticed something glowing on the ground. Footsteps. “Did you have something to do with this?” He looked up to where his raven was flying overhead.

The raven swooped down, coming to glide by Jack’s head. “No, just some reassurance is all.”

“What did you tell them,” he huffed, speeding up his pace. The footsteps followed him, but they led outside of the field, to the tree that always grew flowers. That’s where they ended. That’s where I’ll meet them?

The raven soared overhead, looking between Jack and the tree, where someone was sitting patiently, picking at the hems of their sleeping clothes; you. “That they know you. And that they are a lot closer than you think.” The raven stopped in front of Jack, making the wolf-beastman stop right in his tracks. “Go to them. They are ready, Jack. And so are you. Can you feel it? It’s in the air.”

There was a slight breeze that carried the smell of winter, but there was something else. Anticipation. And if Jack focused just right, he could hear the anxious heartbeat of his soul match, waiting for him. He looked towards the tree, where his raven was looking, and saw your outline, the weakest hints of the waking sun rising behind you and lighting your features in soft pinks, purples, and orange.

The footsteps led to you. And Jack could feel his tail wagging furiously. Wagging so hard that it was hitting his legs.

Go to them.

He wanted to run forward, but he controlled himself to a calm walk, not wanting to surprise you. All while trying to control his tail which would be a dead giveaway that he was beyond happy that it was you; his soul match had been you all along.

You sat under the tree, as the footsteps lead you there. And so you sat, watching the dark navy of the sky change colours as the sun rose. You heard footsteps approaching you, but you didn’t look up or get up. You knew. You knew they were your soul match.

Closing your eyes you turned to them, and took in a deep breath. “I don’t know exactly what soul matches are, but I do know that I want to put in the effort to befriend you. Not because some raven told me too. But I do hope we can be friends at the least.” You stopped, waiting for his response.

Jack tilted his head, and huffed out a breath of air in amusement. “I don’t think that will be a challenge.”

Your eyes shot open, and Jack was sitting beside you, the light of the rising sun reflecting in his gold eyes. Your raven was on his shoulder, preening his hair, and his raven was on your’s, fixing your outfit. The two birds stopped their actions, realizing that both of you had finally noticed the other. They took off, and performed their dance before falling back onto your shoulders.

“So,” you started, picking at the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit. “What now? Does this change anything between us? Do you want anything to change?”

Jack looked at you softly. “I’m okay with whatever you’re comfortable with… Do you want anything to change?”

I feel safe with you. You gave him a soft smile, “Not really… but I’m okay if it changes as we do. As long as it’s together.”

Fin!

Author's Note; Jack's story is the one with the least amount of hurt/comfort, so he deviates a bit. Happy with how this turned out though! And I hope I did Jack some justice in this! This story also concludes Savanaclaw's part in the Soul Match AU.

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