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A Whisker Away

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Themes: major fluff, a lot of friendship, sebastian sallow x f!reader x ominis gaunt

Summary: your transfiguration spell had gone wrong - you were stuck as a cat for the day. it wasn't bad, after all you get to spend time with your friends in a new perspective - even you get to confess to the boys that you had been harboring feelings for.

So bright.

You blinked a few times, adjusting to the blinding sunlight shining through the trees in the courtyard. Everything was brighter and clearer. Your body felt significantly lighter and nimbler. The grounds felt rough and hot. The spell works! You tried to yell, but what came out from your mouth was a loud "Meow!"

"It's not a difficult spell, Y/N." Professor Weasley smiled, her motherly aura was always comforting. She was very patient in teaching you some basic spells that were already taught in the first four years of the Wizarding School. But alas, you only had a couple of years to catch up before your N.E.W.Ts.

A year passed after the Ranrok incident, you've aced your O.W.Ls, and you've made great friends along the way - especially your unbreakable bond with two infamous Slytherin boys. The three of you were inseparable, and the school knows that. However, on that specific day, Professor Weasley asked you to study the Transfiguration spell by yourself. Conveniently, Sebastian and Ominis also had to do their assignments.

You found yourself in the middle of an empty courtyard, wand ready in your grasp. You imagined a black feline cat, similar to a cat that your family had back home in London. With a gentle swish of your wand, a blue light sparked, surrounding you as you quickly shrank down, and soft black fur covered your whole body.

At least it works, you thought, Now I just need to get back to my human form. To your horror, your head blanked - no memory of how to do so. You eyed your wand, raking your brain as to how to actually hold the stick and cast the Untransfiguration spell. You started to panic, especially after hearing a hoard of footsteps approaching the courtyard. You hesitantly bit the wand, strutting to a hidden spot just behind the bushes, and set your wand there. Hopeful that it would stay hidden until you transform back into a human.

The experience wasn't as bad as you thought, you received a lot of compliments and pats from the students. You finished your class schedule for the day anyways, so no Professors would be worried about your whereabouts.

In the corner of your eyes, you spotted a small girl, hunched by herself. Zenobia Noke! You thought. It was the girl that you helped finding gobstones all over the school. You felt bad, really, even though she was a bit odd, she didn't deserve to be ostracized for a mere game. You made your way to the girl, earning a sincere smile.

"Oh, hi kitty!" she beamed, patting your head. "Want to play with me?"

You meowed in response. It's not like anyone is looking for you at the moment.

"Great!" Zenobia chuckled before going on about the game rules. You were slightly bewildered why this girl would go that far for a cat, but you shrug it off. You knew the rules obviously, being coerced to play by none other than Sebastian a while back. Somehow Zenobia wasn't suspicious that a cat was pretty deft playing the game, even winning once against her, spraying a God-awful stench towards the poor Ravenclaw.

"I've never had this much fun in a while," she giggled, even though she smelled horrendous, "I must say goodbye though, good cat. I need a shower."

As she left you, she shouted, "I'll see you again, Gobby!"

You were amused by the name, Zenobia was an odd girl after all, but she wasn't as bad as you thought. I guess I'm Gobby now. You chuckled to yourself.

As you were walking past the hallway, your nose picked up an interesting smell - a mix of marshmallows, grass, and burning rubber. Not long after, you heard a loud BANG!, followed by a massive purple smoke coming out from the male's lavatory. A few first-year students ran out of the premises, shouting as their bodies were covered in what seemed like purple dust. You shook your head, surely it was the fault of a certain Gryffindor boy.

You marched into the bathroom, finding Garreth Weasley leaning against the bathroom wall, coughing his lungs out. You dimwit, what did you do this time? You wanted to say it out loud, but all you could do was utter another Meow. "Hello?!" he jumped, "Oh, it's just a cat." He laughed at himself, crouching down to pat your back, which was now littered with purple dust.

"You see, I'm in a predicament here." The redhead looked at what seemed like a destroyed toilet stall - or whatever was left of it. A cauldron filled with a sorry excuse of a potion was placed on top of the toilet, different rare ingredients (not sure where he got them from) scattered all over the floor. "I was testing my greatest invention. But you know what they say, there is no success without failure."

If you were in your human form, you most likely already had your face buried in your palms. You don't even remember the day when Garreth succeeded in his "inventions". As you were looking around for the cleaning supplies, the door bursted open, revealing another redhead - Leander Prewett stomped into the room, face red filled with anger.

His voice was calm in comparison to his visible veins popped on his temples, "I knew it was you again when I saw those poor first-years covered in purple dust!" he crossed his arms, "Do you know how many points had been taken out of Gryffindor because of you?!"

Garreth put his hand up and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry?" He sighed loudly, "I'll clean it up before anyone else noticed. Really. Plus, this little cat here will help." Garreth winked at you.

You groaned internally, the sheer audacity of this man. "Oh, I didn't see you there." Leander flashed you a smile, also giving you a gentle pat on your head, "Sorry you had to see this, cat, but we need your help in saving Gryffindor's house points." He gave Garreth a vicious side-eye, "Would you help us sneak into Professor Sharp's storage room so I can steal a jar of Blatta Pulvereus?"

You nodded, forgetting that you should've acted like a normal cat: not understanding human gestures. The two Gryffindor students just shrugged, probably too deep into their plan of cleaning the mess before anyone else noticed. Garreth decided to stay and tidy up as best as he could, while Leander took you in his arms, striding towards the Potions class. "The plan is simple. I'll sneak you in through a small opening on the wall, and I shall tell Professor Sharp that my pet cat wandered into the room. He'll give me permission to go in," he grins mischievously, "Unlike Weasley, my records are squeaky clean."

Leander paused for a bit, the silence was a little awkward if you had to be honest. You never had the chance to talk to Leander a lot, your Slytherin friends often made unsavory remarks towards Prewett, and you weren't surprised since there was an unspoken tension between the two houses. "Since you're a cat, I'll be truly honest," his voice was low, almost inaudible, "I appreciate my friendship with Weasley. He's a menace and a serial troublemaker, but he always makes me laugh. He was the first person to say hi to me during our first year - and guess what? They thought I was a Weasley too!" he ended his confession with a laugh.

Leander and you arrived at the potions class in no time. He let you down, pointing towards a small hole leading into the storage room, perfectly fitting your nimble body. You gave him a meow and sneaked into the room. You overheard the brief conversation between Leander and Professor Sharp, the man was definitely too tired that he approved the request right away. In no time, the door clicked, and Leander winked at you. He grabbed the Blatta Pulvereus jar in a jiffy, stuffing it in his pocket, and scooped you up again in his arms. Leander thanked the Professor, who replied with an obviously annoyed grunt.

“Nice job, cat!” Leander grinned widely, “I think you deserve a name - Ginger!” He laughed at his own joke, “You might have black fur, but you can be the third member in our redhead trio.”

You meowed loudly in response, it’s definitely a better name that whatever Zenobia came up with earlier. The two of you practically ran back to the lavatory. “Just the people I wanted to see!” Garreth greeted with a toothy smile, “You took your sweet time… I had to pretend I had a terrible bowel sickness to make sure people stay away from the bathroom.”

Leander was visibly disgusted. “Whatever, here, work your magic.” He handed Garreth the ingredient. The Gryffindor boys quickly spray it all over the purple residue, promptly diminishing any proof of Weasley’s “failed” experiment. The boys high-fived each other, and they both gave you pats, “Welcome to the redhead trio, Ginger,” Leander and Garreth laughed, “You are more than welcome to join our, more legit, adventures next time.”

“Oh, I bet Ginger is hungry!” Garreth pulled out a black-ish jello from his satchel, “I made this super food that makes you not hungry for days- Wait!”

You walked away quickly from the two Gryffindor boys, I will definitely die if I eat that, you thought, shivering.

Garreth’s remark about food did make you realize you haven’t had anything since breakfast. Your stomach started to rumble, signaling that you need some substance if you have to continue your journey. You were busy thinking about how to find some sort of human food that you didn’t realize you’d bumped into a pair of legs. You looked up, Poppy Sweeting and Natty Onai! You were relieved to see your closest female friends.

“Such an adorable creature!” Natty mused, picking you up and hugging you close. You purred, Natty always gave the best hugs.

“Poor kitty,” Poppy added, patting your head, “I can hear your stomach grumbling! You must be hungry. I have some animal treats in my satchel if you want!”

You meowed loudly in protest, hissing at the Hufflepuff girl. She was taken aback. You felt sorry, but you were sure your good friend would understand if she knew the situation.

“Looks like our little friend wants something heartier and fancier,” Natty smiled,” We are planning to visit Hogsmeade for a little shopping spree. But looks like one of our friend forgot.”

You blinked, Merlin’s balls! You totally forgot that you promised the girls for a little trip to Hogsmeade. You felt bad, truly, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t tell them that you were stuck in the body of a cat. You were sure Natty and Poppy would understand, but-

“I knew Y/N forgets about us!” Imelda barged in, face visibly grumpy. Oh no, Imelda will skin me alive for this.

Poppy held her hands up, “Calm down, Imelda, I’m sure Y/N is just busy with her schoolwork. We’ll ask her why tomorrow.”

“I’m sure she’s busy with Sallow and Gaunt!” Imelda huffed, “It’s hard enough to get us together these days… I just wanted to spend time with my girls.” Now you felt worse. You had a lot of schoolwork, but you did spend more time with Sebastian and Ominis these days. The two boys were pretty much hogging your time. You made a mental note to hang out with your girlfriends more - after all, they were always there to listen to your worries and gave more compassionate advices compared to the boys.

“I agree with Poppy,” Natty smiled, “I’m sure Y/N has her reasons. Let’s go to Honeydukes anyways. Plus, we have a stand-in over here.” The Gryffindor girl held you up to Imelda, who greeted you with a head scratch.

“Fine. Let’s go!”

With you in Natty arms, the three girls grabbed a handful of floo powder and set their destination to Hogsmeade. A green flame enveloped the students as they immediately transported to the middle of the small town. The courtyard was bustling with vendors, students, and shoppers. They hurried off to Honeydukes, with Imelda leading the charge. She rushed to a quaint table next to the window, the group’s favorite spot.

“A pumpkin pasty for me, raspberry cake for Natty, blueberry muffin for Imelda, and a meat pie for our new friend.” Poppy brought their orders to the table, setting the meat pie on the ground for you to eat. You gobbled up the pastry in no time, you knew you can depend on your girls.

Imelda poured tea for the three girls, while she set a cup of milk on the ground. “Well,” she cleared her throat, “There is a specific reason why I asked you all to meet me today.”

The other two girls looked at her intently. You jumped onto Poppy’s lap, I’m not missing this! You thought. To your dismay, Imelda’s face was blushing red. She leaned in as the other girls did the same, “Everett Clompton asked me to be his girlfriend!” Her voice gradually went higher as she finished her sentence.

There was a short pause as everyone processed the information. Your jaw hung low in shock. “Oh dear, I’m sorry- Ouch!” Poppy yelped as Natty pinched her side.

“...And I assume from your giddy reaction, you said yes?” Natty smiled widely.

Imelda slowly nodded, “Yes, I did.” she whispered.

The group erupted in cheer, as they got glares from other customers. The girls laughed. “Congratulations, Imelda, you’re the first one in our group to be in a relationship!” said Natty.

“Ha! And you don’t count whatever Y/N have with Sallow and Gaunt as a relationship?” Imelda laughed, sipping her tea. What do you mean?! You meowed, frustrated that you were the topic of the conversation, even though you can’t say anything to defend yourself. “They are inseparable these days. I tried to ask her for Quidditch tryouts, but Sallow was all up in her space.” Imelda added.

“It’s pretty amusing to see how she is so oblivious,” Natty giggled, “I swear I saw Gaunt’s smile disappeared completely whenever Y/N talks to other boys, except for Sallow, of course.”

You were flabbergasted. Were you that daft? Sure, you harbored special feelings towards your closest friends, but you were too scared to speak up. The friendship that you shared together was like a treasure that you held close to your heart. You would rather bury your romantic feelings deep in your heart to not spoil your friendship.

“Our dear cat is tense,” Poppy hummed while she stroked your back, “Hush now, it will be alright.” You purred and leaned back against her hands. You really wished you could vent your frustrations to them right now.

“So, Poppy, Natty,” Imelda eyed her friends, “Any gossips from your ends?”

The other girls and you looked at each other. Natty took the lead and shook her head, “Not for me,” she laughed, “My mother will skin me alive if she even thinks that I’m in a relationship while I’m still in my studies. Plus, I’m not rushing anything.”

“Cheers to that.” Imelda held out her tea cup, clinking it against the others’ cups.

“I..” Poppy paused, blush crept up her face, “Samantha Dale was being really nice to me.”

Natty and Imelda grinned, and you meowed loudly, “Go on.” Imelda wiggled her eyebrows.

“She’s probably nice to everyone!” Poppy quickly added, voice louder than before, “Plus, she’s so focused on her studies, I don’t think she even thinks about these things…”

“I think she’s just a nerd.” Imelda joked, earning a kick on her shin from Natty, “I’m sorry! I was just joking!” she sighed, “You should go for it, Poppy, if you don’t stay true to your feelings now, you will regret it. I am very sure of that.”

You took Imelda’s words. Their conversation seemed to drawned out by the thoughts in your head. Maybe Imelda was right, you should have stayed true to your own feelings and confess to Sebastian and Ominis. Will they think it’s weird for you to have a crush on two people at the same time? You raked your brains, not realizing that it was time for the group to head back to Hogwarts.

They returned to Hogwarts with another handful of floo powder. The girls bid their goodbyes as they took turn patting your head. “You’re a part of the coolest group in Hogwarts now,” Imelda laughed, “We’ll call you… Chamomile. Just like the delicious tea we had earlier.”

“I still wished Y/N was here.” Natty and Poppy sighed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give her a good smack when she’s back!” Imelda nodded her head, smiling mischievously.

You laid down on your back at the astronomy tower, looking at the array of stars decorating the night. The tower was the place that you often went if you wanted to find an empty spot to think. It was always cold, but you had never gotten tired of the beautiful night sky. The conversations you had with the girls were echoing in your head. You barely saw Sebastian and Ominis that day. Are they worried that you’re not around? Do they not care about you anymore? The two Slytherin boys plagued your mind. Maybe it was better for you to stay as a cat so you didn’t have to deal with your urge to be more than friends with them.

Suddenly, a pain from your tail shot up throughout your body. You let out a loud shriek, your body instinctively jumped back, fur stood up, and you hissed at the boy who accidentally stepped on your tail.

“Merlin’s beard! I’m so very sorry!” Amit dropped his scrolls, repeatedly apologizing for stepping on you.

Apology accepted, you meowed. You purred against his leg to show him that it was fine, and you understood that it was a mistake. He sighed and crouched down, patting your back.

“I’m sorry, kitty, I’m usually alone here.” Amit gathered his belongings and set down his books and scrolls on the table with a loud Thud!

You looked at him in awe. Amit was a diligent student, but you had never thought that he would stay up late to study. You jumped on the table, sitting down next to him as you scanned the books - all of them related to astrology.

“You don’t mind if I study here, don’t you?” Amit laughed, scratching your chin. You meowed in response, as if you were trying to say it’s alright.

“Well, even if you don’t understand, It’s nice to have a study mate.” He smiled, pointing at a cluster of star in the sky, “That’s Ursa Major, and that one is Draco… wait no, that is a Leo minor! And that one on the far right is Pollux.”

He sighed, “Do you know why I like stars, kitty?” he leaned back against his chair, setting his telescope down, “They are always in groups. Even if in reality they are far apart from each other, from our perspective, they look like they are never alone.”

The Ravenclaw student smiled bitterly, “I missed my family,” he whispered, “It was hard for me to move here alone. My parents and siblings are currently living in India, so it’s so difficult to see them during breaks.”

“I tried to make friends, but they are hard to come by,” He sighed, but his smile came back again, looking at you, “But you are a good company and listener.”

You are my friend, Amit! You screamed out, resulting in a series of loud meows. He chuckled, “You are a smart one, aren’t you?” he tapped his chin, “I’ll call you Taara - it means ‘Star’ in Hindi.”

You meowed gleefuly, it was the prettiest name anyone in the school had given you so far. “I bet not a lot of students will understand that,” Amit chuckled, “It’ll be our little secret!”

Before he could continue, the doors opened. “I think it’s Professor Shah,” Amit said as he picked you up, striding down the tower and put you down in front of the classroom, “Sorry, Taara, Professor Shah isn’t too fond of animals in the Astronomy tower,” he frowned, “I’ll see you again soon!”

Amit waved his hand as he retreated back to the tower.

Gobby, Ginger, Chamomile, and Taara.

Today was beyond eventful. It was almost time for the night curfew, and you were still stuck as a cat. Your limbs were tired from walking around the castle. A big part of you were grateful of this mishap, as you were able to get to know your schoolmates better. Although you spent your day with other students, you haven’t met the two people you were looking for.

“Ah, such a pretty cat.” You were startled at the sudden complement. You jumped back, eyes wide as you stared at a boy clad in shirt and long pants, a green Slytherin tie adorned on his chest. His auburn hair kept tousled. A huge smile formed on his freckled face. Sebastian! It’s me! You yelled on top of your lungs, still resulting in meows.

“A loud one, for sure.” A chuckle left another boy behind Sebastian. His eyes were light grey, as they were reflecting a cloudy storm. His hair was still neatly combed. The tip of his wand glowed, casting a beautiful red light against your black fur.

Sebastian gently picked you up, holding you close in his arms. You hoped that he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was thumping. Surely, they don’t know about your situation, right? You inhaled his scent - cinnamon, musk, and a tinge of burning wood. You shamelessly curled up to him, purring as you did so. You felt Sebastian’s chuckled, “Looks like this cat is tired.” He gently stroked your back.

“Let’s bring it back to the common room,” Ominous replied, closing in to Sebastian as he slowly moved his hand, tracing your soft fur, “We have cozy fireplace and warm milk for our little friend.”

You heard the sound of fire crackling and warmth against your skin. You contorted your body as you found a comfortable position the pillow. As you blinked your eyes open, you were laying down on a pillow on top of Ominis’ lap. The two Slytherin boys were sitting on the sofa next to the fireplace. Sebastian was lounging with a book on his hand. Suddenly you were washed with sadness. You never felt safer than this moment, just with Sebastian and Ominis, the two boys that you cared for the most. You closed your eyes again, too cozy to wake up.

“You know, I haven’t seen Y/N today,” Sebastian muttered, eyes still glued to the book. Your ears perked up as they started to mention your name.

Ominis sighed, “I know, I’ve been worried sick. I hope nothing happened to her.” You found it hard to rest as your heart was beating faster. They were worried about me! you thought.

“I think she will be fine,” Sebastian hummed, “Y/N is smart, and strong to boot. I know she’ll be alright no matter what opponents or tasks she’s facing.”

“I agree. That’s why I find her so… beautiful.” Ominis added. With that sentence, you jolted up. Your heart and mind were in a jumble.

Ominis’ fingers caressed your head, “Sebastian, the cat is awake.”

Sebastian sighed in content as he closed his book, tossing it to the side. He walked closer to you, scratching your chin, “Did you have a good rest?”

You instinctively purred. Sebastian and Ominis chuckled at your reaction, “So adorable.” said the auburn haired boy.

“You know, Sebastian,” Ominis added, still stroking your back, “Since this cat wil probably stay with us for a while, should we name her?”

Sebastian nodded, smirking, “I have a name in mind…” He crouched down to meet your gaze, “How does Y/N sound?”

You stood up, meowing loudly. They knew?! Your emotions were mixed up; panic, embarrassment, and a bit of anger for not helping you earlier.

“Hold on now,” Sebastian laughed, “I’ll help you.” He took out his wand and gently tapped your head. The same blue light reappeared around you as you turned back into human in a split second. You examined your fur-less fingers and grabbed onto your uniform, “I’m back!!” you shouted, pumpking your fist as if you’ve won a match. Realization sinked in as you heard the boys snickered. Your face immediately went tomato red as you felt Ominis squirmed underneath you. You scrambled away from his lap, curling in the corner of the sofa and hiding your face behind a pillow.

“...Just let me disappear.” Your voice was muffled behind the pillow.

Ominis was the one who stopped laughing first, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I genuinely thought it was too adorable to see you as a feline.”

Sebastian rubbed the tears from his eyes, “Oh, I agree, as much as I felt bad, I was enjoying it.”

You tossed the pillow at Sebastian, “you could’ve helped me earlier!”

Sebastian caught the pillow, setting it aside, “I’m sorry! Truly. But I did get you back, didn’t I?” he winked.

“How did you both know it was me?” You asked, still hitting Sebastian and Ominis with whatever pillow you could find.

“Y/N…” Ominis impressively dodged the hits, “We’ve spent everyday together, how could I not feel your aura even if you’re not human?”

“Oh, and here you go.” Sebastian handed your wand back, “Did the professor not tell you to keep it safe?”

You huffed as you calmed down, “Thank you. I mean it. I was scared I was going to cough up hairballs at some point.” You twiddled your thumb, blush spreading your cheeks, “Were you both… Looking for me?”

Ominis let out another laugh, “We were panicking around the castle,” he coughed, “Well, Sebastian panicked around the castle. He almost asked the Headmaster for a search party if I didn’t hold on to his collars. On the other hand, I am searching for you calm and collected.”

“Lies. He almost cried.”

Ominis’ face turned sour as you laughed at their antics. You held out your arms and hugged the two close, “Thank you, again, you both are always there for me.”

“It’s because we love you, Y/N.” Sebastian sighed in content as he stroked your hair.

Ominis placed his hand on your back gently, “You are the most important person in our lives.” A gentle smile plastered on his face.

You looked up at them. Their confessions were stern and confident, but your heart leapt as you saw how red their faces are - sincerity evident in their expressions. You hugged them even tighter, “I love you both so much.”

#self induldgement baybeeeee #sebastian sallow #sebastian #sebastian sallow x f!reader #ominis gaunt #ominis #ominis gaunt x f!reader #sebastian sallow fanfic #ominis gaunt fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hl

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offtorivendell · 3 months

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No but imagine, Elain - who we know goes to the Palace of Bone and Salt (ACOSF, chapter 17) - accidentally bought black salt. The first time.

Or maybe the House of Wind gave it to her when she was visiting and needed salt one time, it doesn't matter.

But after that, she learnt (as @wingedblooms has theorised) how to commune with a certain, princely feline whom I suspect may be hanging around the House of Wind library. So of course she keeps a small pot of it by the kettle, because nobody besides her (and Nuala and Cerridwen, but they know what it is) use the kitchen, so she can throw it in her tea as required for a little "trip."

Enter Cassian:

"Elain, what are you cooking there? It smells delicious." An exaggerated sniff followed his remark.

"Cat food," Elain replied dreamily.

"When did you get a cat?" Elain often appeared to be off in her own world, so Cassian wouldn't put it past her to get a cat and not mention it.

"Oh, I didn't," Elain replied, as she walked out into the sunny terrace garden, herb basket on her hip.

Cassian: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Or:

Elain had invited Nesta and Cassian over to the townhouse for dinner one night, when Feyre and Rhys were off on official court duty (ie. a family getaway to the cabin, to introduce Nyx to the wonders of snow). Cassian bullied Azriel into tagging along, and because Rhys wouldn't be there, he agreed.

Elain was making a hearty beef stew, with a side of freshly baked bread; the perfect meal for a chilly winter's eve. It had been simmering over the fire long before dusk had threatened to consume the sky, and she had finished seasoning it - even adding a little extra pepper, just for Cassian - moments before Nesta had knocked upon the roof-top door.

It smelt delicious, she couldn't wait to tuck in.

Thirty minutes later, they were sitting down to eat. Cassian shoveled some bread in his mouth as Nesta buttered her roll. Azriel had taken a polite mouthful of stew just as Elain - hungry after a long day in her potting shed and cooking - took a heaped spoon that would have made their mother faint from shock.

The stew was overly salted. Badly. How on earth?

Elain swallowed her mouthful and said, "I'm so sorry, something has happened to the stew. It appears I've put too much salt in it. Hang on and I'll heat up something from the ice box." She started to stand.

Azriel was wearing a funny expression... How mortifying. For him, of all people—her head started to spin with the shame of it.

Averting her eyes, Elain noticed that Cassian was looking incredibly guilty. Her focus narrowed over the roar threatening to consume her, and she was no longer sure it was entirely due to the people pleasing habit that had been forced upon her from childhood.

"What did you do?" Calm, stay calm.

"I, ahh, added some of that finely ground pepper you've got. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."

"That wasn't pepper." Darkness was creeping into the edges of her vision, her fear all but confirmed, as she warned, "Do not eat the stew, I'll be back in an hour at the most." Azriel had already slumped back into his chair, eyes closed. Oh gods, how would she explain this to him?

Elain closed her eyes and let the darkness take her, opening them to Azriel, dagger at the ready, facing down a fluffy white cat, fur and whiskers abristle, blue eyes wide. If she wasn't so mortified she'd have laughed at the absurd picture they made. Oh well, no time like the present.

"Azriel," she said, standing up tall. "Meet Aidas, the Prince of the Chasm."

This post was brought to you by the ramblings of @cassianfanclub, @psychologynerd and myself. I still haven't finished HOFAS lol - I'm on chapter 75 🐢 - so I could be way off, but this is really just for laughs.

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in-memoriam-tgwk · 2 months

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There, in the mouth of a cave, stands a cat.

He stands many lengths below its ceiling, his long tabby fur bristled against a chilly southernly wind, staring into the darkness ahead of him. He has only been in this cave once before; a cat gone seasons before led the way down, down, down to its center, following the ancient limestone walls with twitching whiskers and anticipatory breaths. At its lowest sits a cavern bathed in the blue light of glowing toadstools, full of dripping stone teeth and stale mineral air. It’s where he earned his name from Fate; it’s where he was gifted Her blessing. He remembers looking on in awe and wonder back then.

He stares with less reverence than before. His brow is set and his eyes are steely in the growing dusk hour. No hesitance trips his steps as he walks into the maw of the cliffside.

The darkness quickly eats him whole as he walks, relying on vague memory and intuition to guide him to where he seeks. He walks with purpose, old paws landing one by one on older stone, pushed along by determination and, to a lesser extent, grief. The last time he came here he was promised safety and security, plentiful food and peaceful moons, a life made better by banding together instead of not. She had promised him these things, had filled him with the pain and the warmth of one thousand fires, had given him the lives needed to defend his new family with every fibre of his being. He needs to know why She lied to him.

It left as quickly as it had arrived; sickness weaved its way through the Colony, affecting more cats than not with its rattling lungs and sour stench. Oaktrail and Emma had little time to prepare, and very few herbs to help. It was a battle lost before the fight had begun.

Iciclestalk, Frozentuft, Hailkit. These names hug his mind like a barbed vine, drawing blood as their spines dig into his flesh.

Iciclestalk was older, tall, perhaps too thin even for his age. His brows hung in a perpetual scowl, but there was a softness in his blue eyes. Perhaps he was the only one who saw it; perhaps he was the only one Iciclestalk would let see. The sickness stole the air from his lungs in less than a sun cycle.

Frozentuft, the adopted daughter of Hollyspeckle. She had been healing from a broken bone, having taken a terrible fall two moons prior from the cliffside. She was young, but she was weak. The sickness in the medicine den infected her lungs, and she lost her battle in her father’s paws.

Hailkit was… She was a kit. One of the Colony’s first, the only daughter to Rainpool and Heatherdash. She was spritely and kind, inquisitive and talkative, and had so much more life to live. Her mother became ill, and in turn she did too. She was too young to stand a chance.

Iciclestalk. Frozentuft. Hailkit. Their names slice through his bones like gnashing wolf fangs, alighting the fire burning in his soul. He picks up his pace, scraping against walls, baring his teeth and unsheathing his claws. There is a rage broiling beneath the grief, battering against his ribcage and climbing up his throat, stinging his nose and eyes.

He rounds the corner and arrives to a room of spikes and blue light, and he bellows out the flames scorching in his belly.

“Blasphemy!” he cries out, his raspy timbre echoing out in all directions. He stands, fur bristled not by the wind but by anger and pain, broad and challenging at the mouth of the cavern. He glares eagle talons to the air around him. “Your tongue ought to be fed to crows for the lies behind your teeth!”

He expects no answer, but the rhythmic drip, drip, drip that follows only fuels his fury. “Cowardice is unbecoming,” he continues, venom coating his abrasive taunting. “Reveal yourself to me, o Dictator of Fate, I demand an audience!”

He stalks to the center of the room, surrounded on all sides by stone daggers taller than they are wide, splashing through tiny pools without care or trepidation. He harbors little respect for the One he calls out to.

“I offered my service to You,” he says. “I’ve lived by Your guidance, by Your blessings, by Your will. You promised me— You promised us your protection. You promised our moons would be without strife! You promised!”

He stomps a paw into the puddle he occupies, spraying droplets in every direction. His lips curl as he seethes.

“Tell me, where are Your blessings?! You took my healer from me! You took his mate! You took two warriors in their prime, my mate, a child! You stole a child from her mother! In what way is that a blessing, My Lady?!”

His caterwaul reverberates back to him in antagonizing waves, as though they mock his plight. His claws scrape terribly against silt and stone below.

“ANSWER ME!”

One moment, he is bathed in the pale blue glow of underground fungus. He blinks, and he finds himself in a pine forest. The pine forest, shrouded in cool spring morning mists. His home. His shock cuts through his brimstone ire in an instant.

He opens his jaw to speak, but a translucent white tail just catches the edge of his vision. It flickers, disturbing the fog around it, before disappearing behind a wide tree trunk. He narrows his eyes. “Your ways are no clearer than a muddied pool,” he hisses, trailing after the elusive feline.

He walks until the tree line breaks, and the familiar sight of cliffs and a cascading waterfall greets him. The wisp of starlight zips along with him in tow, across the large stepping stones that disturbs the river’s flow, up the well-worn path that weaves its way up the sharp incline, around the corner…

He pauses. Not for the tail of Fate, which has now hidden itself from view entirely.

Ahead of him, cats of all shapes and sizes envelop his vision; kits come bounding from the Nursery, their mothers following closely behind. Cats with soft, round faces and kitten fluff clinging to their cheeks brush noses with their mentors, ready to start the day right with patrol or training. There are a few he recognizes; his deputy Amberfuzz speaks to a pair of dark grey tabbies and sends them to collect a grey and white cat for what looks like a hunting party, and they brush past him as though he is nothing but a stone on the path. Mottledwhisker presses his muzzle to the head of a grey tabby lying across the sunning boulder, mumbling something intelligible before leaving their side. Oaktrail lounges nearby, and it’s here he realizes something odd; Oaktrail looks to be moons older than the tom cat he knows now. His thin brown muzzle is tinged with silver, and his sallow cheeks are a startling sight.

“Is…” he mumbles, his brows creasing in confusion. “Is this my Colony? My family?”

No voice responds, but a warm breeze blows his fur the wrong direction. It sends tingles up his spine.

“Alright… Why show me this? What do you want to tell me?”

The wind blows harder, buffeting his back with staccato gusts.

“Use your words, My Lady,” he says, glaring to his left. “I know you are capable enough.”

Another gust brushes past his ears, his eyes, his nose— A scent on the wind, warm amber and cool evergreen, painfully familiar. It seizes his lungs. His head whips to the right, and he sees… He sees…

“Hello, old man.”

The voice belongs to a tall frame, an older frame, one perhaps too thin for its age. He’s not thin any longer; he looks strong, well-fed, like a weathered face on a youthful body. His brows are not furrowed, and his soft blue eyes crease at the corners.

“You,” he breathes, unable to keep the quiver from his tone. “You… Mouse-brain.”

Iciclestalk chuckles, the fond expression growing even brighter. “I told you I’d go first, didn’t I?”

The shaking in his voice bleeds into his limbs, and he falls forwards to bury his face in his mate’s neck fur. He inhales the sharp scent like anything else would be inadequate.

“You left me too soon,” he whines, lifting his paws up to circle around Iciclestalk’s shoulders. “Why did She let you leave me? Why did She take you away?”

A tail wraps itself around his own, as Iciclestalk’s response rumbles through his head. “It was my time, love. I was getting old and slow anyway.”

The anger threatens to bubble back up, but his mate’s presence keeps it at bay for the time being. “She took a child, Icy. She took Hailkit… Rainpool didn’t deserve that.”

The tail tightens slightly. “I know, I know… It’s an unfortunate thing. But she is safe with us. Frozentuft, Mousetuft… Cliffclaw and Shinefreckle, too. We’re all safe here.” His tongue rasps gently across his ear, and then his nose nuzzles the top of his head. “Please don’t fret, alright? We’re okay. And the Colony will be okay, too.”

He glances away from Iciclestalk’s neck, towards the bustling camp before them. There looks to be many more cats than he realized, more than who he can recall at home. The confirmation of a surviving generation brings a sort of calm to his troubled heart. The Colony will be okay.

For a long time they rest like that, entwined and pressed together in every place they can, living within the other’s scent in silence. Long is still not long enough when Iciclestalk begins to pull away.

“Don’t go,” he mumbles into the taller cat’s fur, tears prickling behind his eye lids. He feels he’s cried too much the past few days.

Iciclestalk gives him a sad smile, one that breaks his wounded heart all over again. “Not a goodbye,” he replies, tipping his head to bump their foreheads together one more time. “It’s not a goodbye. It’s a ‘see you in a little while’. I’ll be here waiting.”

His eyes open, and just as swiftly as the vision began, he finds himself back in that damp, dreary cave. His paws are soaked nearly to his ankles, sending a shiver up and through his spine in an unpleasant way. He huffs to himself, and glares back and the dagger-encrusted ceiling above.

“If what you’ve shown me is true,” he says, his tone now lacking the ire and accusation from before, “then I expect you to keep your word to me. You will ensure the prosperity of my Colony— my family. I will not let your will be its downfall. Do what you must; I will do the same.”

There, at the mouth of a cave, stands a cat. A warm wind blows in from the north, and in spite of loss, Glowstar cracks a smile; spring has arrived.

#tgwk lore #clangen #clangen art #warrior cats #thank you all for 200+ followers btw! i may try to do something for this milestone but just know im so appreciative of your support ^^

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Lustige Geschichten

..a Crit-mas Story for @amazingmsme for Squealing Santa 2k23!!

A/N: Happy Holidays, Merry Chrysler, and Happy Critmas to the amazing @amazingmsme!!!!!! I absolutely loved all your prompts so I tried to combine a few, I hope you enjoy this lovely holiday gift! 💚 (and shout-out to @hypahticklish for organizing and coordinating and presiding over this year’s @squealing-santa)

Critical Role - Mighty Nein - ticklish!Caleb, featuring an assortment of very mean, lovely friends (most of the Nein)

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Words: 6.8k

Summary: Jester enjoys a nice story time, and Caleb, despite himself, has a fun evening under the persistent affection of his friends. Errrrybody hops on the tickle-the-wizard-out-of-his-keen-mind train.

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Caleb stretches his back a bit uncomfortably as he shifts in the wooden chair, having spent the last few hours in more or less the same spot —posture curled forward around the desk.

A cheerful, curious little ‘murrp’ catches his ear. He glances over to find one of the tower cats, Rudi, strolling toward him.

“Mm, guten Abend, Rudi.”

Rudi trots over and rubs up against his legs. His whiskers tickle at Caleb’s ankle.

He smiles, eyes still on his book.

The light, fluffy feeling trails away a few moments later when Rudi pads over to the nearby sofa in the study outside Caleb’s bedroom. Rudi circles a few times before plopping himself down comfortably on a cushion. He ‘mrrow’s and chirrups a few times, tail flicking impatiently as he looks over at the wizard.

“You know, if you wanted some attention you could go find Jester, you know how she loves to cuddle with you at night.”

Rudi meows and rolls over, rubbing his head into the couch cushions.

A few more minutes pass, not without an array of ‘meow’s calling to him, inviting him over.

Caleb exhales, blowing a loose wisp of hair out of his face. “Mmm. You are making it rather hard to concentrate.”

Rudi responds in kind with a trill, rolling back onto his belly. He stretches, then flops onto his other side again in a move to beckon the wizard over to the soft cushions next to him on the couch. He purrs loudly, and then lets out another trilling meow, looking expectantly at Caleb.

“Very well then.” Caleb sighs. “But I’m bringing my book.”

Rudi wiggles, baring his belly as Caleb sits down, a fair bit more comfortable than the wooden chair. Caleb holds up his book in one hand and pats Rudi with the other. He still often denies himself comfort and kindness out of habit — but, it can be nice to be pushed into it by friends (and cats) around you.

“Thank you for the company.” Rudi’s resonating purr sends a wave of calm through Caleb where the cat is pressed up to his hand and thigh.

“Hiiiii. You guys look cozy. Room for one more?” With a colorful blur and twirl around the corner into the doorway, Jester arrives on the scene, a cheerful smile apparent in her voice as she says. “Hey, Caleb.”

Caleb hums in acknowledgement, turning the page in his book. “Hallo, Jester.” He says it without looking up, a dusting of pink on his cheeks at his unexpected guest.

In a few strides, the blue figure in his peripheral gets closer until he feels the couch dip next to him on the opposite side of where Rudi is curled up. “What are you reading?”

“A book.”

Jester harrumphs, shouldering against him with a pout. “A book about what?”

Caleb fights off a smile. He is already thoroughly distracted —so he’s made peace with ending his studies early.

He pretends to turn the page and continue reading, and Jester lets out a whine in a pitch befitting Sprinkle.

He lets her fester a few moments longer before he answers, failing to fully fight off his smile. “Just some texts on Pre-Calamity Exandria I borrowed from Essek’s library— well, it delves into some history as well as specifics on the spells and magic of the time, the ideas behind it, and the history of uses within various schools of the arcane.”

“Oh..” She scrunches up her nose. “I wanted to see if I could read with you. But that sounds pret-ty bo-ring.”

He hums in acknowledgement.

Jester’s tail lashes side to side, impatient and bored —two qualities that, when found in her, tend to lead to an afternoon of mischief.

She sighs dramatically, leans her head on Caleb’s shoulder to look at the book.

Caleb hums again, turning the page.

“If I find you something more… fun to read… would you read it to me and Rudi?” She asks a few beats later.

Caleb’s eyes flick sideways to her, a soft smile on his lips. “Ja, sure, of course.” He turns the page. “None of your smut, though.” He adds, fighting down a smirk.

She sticks out her tongue, and he has the good graces not to call her on it.

Getting up and roaming about his bookshelves, she begins. “Okay, okay. What’s a good one— ummm.. Let me look!”

Caleb marks the page in his text as Jester fingers through his books.

“Oh how about this one! Look at this guy, he’s so scary!” She makes a face, holding up the book. There’s a tall figure with wild, wiry, mad-scientist looking hair sprouting in every direction from his head — his face outstretched in a foul scream. His fingernails are longer than his hands themselves, and scatter, crooked, every which way from his hands.

“Ah, that’s a Zemnian children’s classic.” Caleb sits fully upright on the couch, closing his book.

Jester laughs out loud at that. “This is for kids?”

He sets his book down on the table beside him. “Ja. Der Struwwelpeter.”

Jester bounds over with a giggle, repeating the title in a silly imitation of Caleb’s accent. She plops down and quickly snuggles into the corner of the couch, then turns to Caleb, making grabby hands in his direction.

His cheeks flush a little — as they always do in the face of such open affections — as he leans to sit closer to her on the couch. It’s not a moment before he feels her arm loop around his shoulders.

“Oh— hi, ok.” Caleb lets out a nervous little laugh as she draws him closer. Rudi stands with a stretch.

“I wanna see the pictures- here, like this!”

She shifts him, which he allows with a tired smile, until she’s laying against the arm of the couch and he is dragged back against her, back to chest, his legs over hers up on the couch cushions. Her head comes to rest gently on the mop of his orange hair.

“Perfect! Are you comfy?” Jester asks brightly.

Caleb snorts a little, settling in to his new position practically lying down on the couch. He pretends to be a bit put out, but sighs and stretches one leg out and it bumps into the other arm of the couch. He puts one ankle up on the arm and bends the other leg at the knee, getting comfortable. Rudi find himself a comfortable spot across Caleb’s thighs and plops down, continuing to purr.

“Alright, well let’s see,” he brushes off the cover. “‘Der Struwwelpeter, oder lustige Geschichten und drollige Bilder von Dr. Heinrich Hoffmann’ — this book is a compilation of funny children’s tales and illustrations.” He explains.

“Which word means ‘funny’?”

“It’s this word here, ‘lustig’.” Caleb points to the cover.

“Lustige,” she reads and then laughs.

He reads each of the two first pages in their original form, a cadence coming to his lips at the familiar text. She doesn’t understand what the words all mean, but it still sounds lovely, like an old song from far away.

Then, the story putters to a stop as he pauses to explain to her what it says.

He continues this way, reading, explaining, reading, explaining, holding up the book so Jester can look more closely at the pictures, scrutinizing.

A few pages deep, when he finishes the Zemnian, she suggests. “Hm.. When you tell me what it says… Can you do it in a silly voice?”

“Um-” Caleb is a master of changing many things, but his accent is not one of them. He laughs again, a little sheepish. “Okay…”

He clears his throat and then —in a terrible, silly imitation of Jester— he explains what the passage says in Common.

Jester laughs in delight and follows along.

She ooh’s and ahh’s as Caleb reads each of the next pages in Zemnian and then explains what it says in his decidedly silly voice.

Jester lets out a gasp at the next turn of the page. “Oohhhh my gosh, Caleb, it’s the guy from the front, look at his nails.” She grins, observing the full page of artwork depicting a large child —or, maybe, a small man— with wild hair that looked like it had just taken a bit too much lightning damage, and with fingernails grown out much longer than his fingers. They stretch wildly across the page.

Caleb huffs out a little laugh. “Mmhm.”

And then, because she is Jester, she continues. “Don’t you think they would be..” She brings her own nails up to trace gently along the shell of his ears. “Reaaaaally tickly?”

A shiver runs down his spine. “Heh- ja, yes.” Caleb shakes his head a little, brushing off the flutter in his chest and flare of embarrassment. He takes one of his hands off of the book to swat at her hands. “You would love them, I’m sure.”

“Oh, I really would…” She smiles and wiggles a bit. “I would use them for so many pranks.. ooh and tickle fights. Oh, I would win every time.”

Caleb’s hand has successfully deterred her fingers from his neck.

But, he notes with a shiver, she just reaches down to pinch at his sides a few times instead.

He squirms, readjusting. “You don’t need any extra help. You already do.” His elbows don’t quite clamp down to his sides, but come down enough to gently push her teasing fingers away.

Caleb feels the energy of the evening beginning to shift. There’s something flittering about inside him at that, but he presses on with the task, and the conversation, at hand.

But, a few more pokes and Caleb’s arms press down harder on instinct. “Jester— the book..” He reminds her, voice light with almost-laughter.

The cat shifts in his lap, giving Caleb a look that perhaps on a human would look annoyed.

Jester pulls her hands away from his sides, but quickly redoubles her efforts back up on the side of his neck, quick and gentle. “Mmm. Right, right. Tell me more about ‘dar Schtruvvelpater’.”

“Hey- ehe- hey.” He snorts again, scrunching his neck. “Would you stop it— I-I’m trying to read to you.” His voice is light, fluttering, and it cracks with a laugh around the words —it all comes out a little more high pitched than he intended.

Jester lets out a whine, clearly wanting to continue both. “You can keep reading!” She giggles, pinching down his shoulders and around to the backs of his armpits.

“But—” He pleads, but then Jester’s hands are down around the bottoms of his ribs again. “Ah! Je- Jester I can’t—” He chokes out, snickering and wobbling back and forth between her pokes on either side of his rib cage. His elbows squeeze against his sides, trying in vain to protect himself while maintaining his hold on the novel.

Rudi yowls at them, indignant, and turns to plop up onto the back of the couch, curling up in the middle.

“Oh sorry Rudi!” She chuckles. “But, seriously Caleb—it’s fine, I don’t mind if you laugh!” Jester adds, and wiggles her fingers around and over his stomach.

Laugh he does, pressing the book against his middle in a poor attempt at defense. His arms do their best to attempt to cover a few of his weak spots, but Jester doesn’t seem to mind the obstacle, easily finding others. She tuts at him and crawls her hands back up his sides.

Jester’s fingers work their way up and then jump to his neck again. Caleb clings to the book for dear life, pulling it up to cover his face as he fights a continuous, losing battle with the giggles that Jester is keen to draw out of him.

“Wait— hehe wait I- heh- I thought you wanted— aha- ah— y-you wanted me to read to you!” Laughter cracks through every word, climbing to the surface like weeds sprouting forth between the bricks of a worn path.

“Well I did—I do, but now—” She shifts her legs, wiggling to get them out from underneath Caleb and then wrapping them around his middle to block him in against her chest and the couch. “I thought of something else I wanna listen to.”

Caleb cackles when Jester scribbles, unexpected and intently, over his lowest ribs. “Sch-scheiße! Oh noho- ahaHA NAHA-NEIN JESTER!” He nearly squirms out of her grasp, giggling and chasing her hands with his elbows —but, he’s no match for her leg muscles —plus, he’s still trying to hold onto the book.

He just about jumps out of his skin when he suddenly picks up a green figure in his field of vision —Fjord, who somehow made it halfway across the room without Caleb’s notice. Shit.

Blushing further, the wizard closes his eyes and tries to hide his face between Jester’s shoulder and the couch. “No— don’t!” Caleb squeals between laughs as Fjord approaches.

“What are you two doing in here, hmm?” Fjord asks casually.

Caleb shivers, envisioning the grin on his face. He sucks in a breath and clamps his mouth shut, convinced that maybe he can avoid getting someone else involved if he holds it together—if he just doesn’t laugh again for the next few seconds.

“He’s reading me a story!” Jester responds, chipper.

“Oh, that sounds nice.” And then, closer. “Can I listen too? How can I help?”

Caleb’s heart spins in a swirl of excitement and giddiness and nerves. “Nooooohoho.” He responds, unable to hold back the giggles from his words.

“Shh— I wasn’t asking you.” Fjord scolds.

Caleb whines, a little indignant, with a laugh into the crook of his elbow.

“Oh I know!” Jester gathers excitedly, pointedly ignoring Caleb. “I’ll hold the book and turn the pages, and you can hold his hands because they are probably, like- so, so tired from holding the book up this whole time, hmm?” She nuzzles against Caleb’s ear then, teasing. “Right Caleb?”

Caleb squirms, his legs kicking against the couch. “Mmmmf nooooo—”

“Great idea, Jes.” Fjord answers just as Caleb chokes out another desperate little sound of protest as he breaks down into laughter.

“Here, give me this.” Jester commands, ceasing her light, tickling pokes and reaching to take the book from Caleb’s hands.

He shakes his head, curling his upper body inward protectively. “Nohohoo—” Caleb cries as she pokes at his neck with one finger, bringing his hands back in toward his face.

Fjord’s hands wrap —firm and unyielding as any proper sailor’s knot— around Caleb’s small wrists.

Caleb keens forward desperately with a high pitched laugh, and Jester pulls the book the rest of the way from his grip. “There we go! Okay, okay, now then...”

Jester holds the book up above them, flipping to the page they left off on. Meanwhile, Fjord, standing beside the couch, gently tows Caleb’s shaky arms up over red and blue mops of hair.

Caleb giggles, a few anxious little sounds of anticipation making their way out in between. He tugs weakly at his arms as he is brought back down against Jester’s chest. “Hnnnmf— Fjord,” His voice is light, nervous. “W-wait—”

“Can you see okay? Keep reading, keep reading, go on!” Jester draws the book in toward his face.

A few quick, giddy breaths, and then he manages to read the next line of text between little laughs, his voice shaky, before it’s cut off with a squeal. “und die —CH AHH AHA HAH— NEIN!” Jester has one hand off of the book and wiggles her fingers, close but not quite touching, just above his rib cage. He shakes his head. “Don’t- don’t tease! Bihihitte!”

“Ha!” Fjord laughs at that, squeezing at Caleb’s wrists gently in comfort. “Oh? You’re asking Jester? Not to tease?”

Caleb whimpers, shaking his head more. “I- I..”

Jester grins, pulling her hand even further away and dexterously wiggling her fingers at him. “If I was ‘dare Schtruvel Peter’ I could tickle you from all the way up here!”

“Jester—” Caleb sounds like he’s about to die, his voice strangled.

“Are you gonna keep reading or are we just gonna have to put the book down and focus on tickling you?” She asks, a faux impatience in her voice.

“No! HA NEIN DON’T! Please— I can’t!”

“Sure you can, go on then!” Jester teases, her fingers wiggling threateningly above his rib cage.

Caleb shrieks and hides his head against his shoulder again.

“Alright… well, I guess you’ll have to finish the story later, then.” Jester sighs. “Fjord, can you—” She moves the book up over Caleb’s head, wiggling it in the air.

“No wahahait! Wait—” Caleb shakes his head, trying to wriggle his arms free.

One of Caleb’s wrists is released so that Fjord can safely grab the old book and set it next to his other discarded pile on the table beside the couch. Immediately, the freed arm shoots down and presses against his side, blocking his ribs and armpit from Jester’s teasing. His hand then comes up to cover his red face.

“Oh no you dont.” Fjord says with a sternness as he grips Caleb’s wrist once again, gentle but strong, and pries it up away from his face.

Caleb struggles, he fights him on it with a smile on his face, despite his show of protest.

Well, he struggles for all of three seconds before Jester pinches at the soft spot just under his ribs twice and Caleb flails, melting, and his already limited strength is rendered useless. Fjord gets both arms comfortably back up and pinned and leans over, smirking down at them. “Does that book have any stories about……… tickle monsters?”

“Nein—” He snorts, giggles coming out faster as Jester wiggles both hands toward and away from his prone middle, never quite touching. “But I- I think I could heh—send in ideas for their nehehext publication.”

Fjord agrees with a hum. She is rather terrifying.

“What’s that called in Zemnian, hmm Caleb?” Fjord asks.

“Ehehe— what?”

“Yeah, yeah! How do you say ‘the tickle monster’!” Jester asks excitedly.

He thinks, squeezing his eyes shut. “Hehe it would.. it would be ‘das Kitzelmonster’—” He snickers as he says it, blushing a bit more.

“Aww, that’s so cute. ‘Das Kitz el Monstar’.” Jester pokes at his ribs, whispering a quick, teasing ‘kitz kitz kitz kitz’ with each poke.

As soon as she does this, Caleb jolts. He realizes, too late, that he’s just supplied a new and dangerous fuel for the already devastatingly effective teases they both are. His back rockets up and away from Jester, face flushing hot. “Staha- stop- no! N-HNN DOHOHON’T!” His legs kick up and in toward his middle, but are blocked by Jester’s legs wrapped around him.

With nowhere else to go, they start kicking wildly into the air and at the couch. “BITTE! Don’t— don’t say that!” His voice cracks on a loud laugh, neck and ears red hot with embarrassment.

Jester is known for her teasing and taking apart of defenses, and she’s unmistakably the resident tickle monster of the group. She’s tickled and teased Caleb more times than she can count. He is always a sucker for it —never fails to make things a little worse, a little more sensitive, a little more effective.

But, this time, she notices, he seems even more desperate to get away from the teasing. “Aww, I know how much you looooove it when we talk about how ticklish you are…”

“B-Bitte— HAHA DON’T— don’t!” Caleb wails.

“Is it even wooooorse when I say it in Zemnian? Heehee! What was it? Kitzelmonster? Kitzel? Aww are you too kitz-kitz-kitzel-ish Caleb?” She scratches gently at his sides.

Caleb does his best impression of a contortionist, wailing and struggling against her in a way that seems more keen to actually get away than just for show.

“Did the Kitzelmonster get ya?” She giggles.

He’s taken much harder — and much worse — tickling before, and never reacted quite so viscerally to teasing. Jester feels an evil, delighted little twist in her stomach at the knowledge.

“Eheehee no! HAHA JESTER— Please!! N-not that —don’t say it! Mist, stop it —please.”

“HMMMMmm.” She ponders loudly, gently fitting one unmoving fingertip after another into the grooves of his ribs. With his squirming, he’s essentially tickling himself at this point. “How about… if you ask me to tickle you, I’ll stop saying how cute and kitz kitz kitzel-ish you are!”

“NEIN!” Caleb shouts, indignant.

“I’ll even give you a little break first if you ask nice!” She offers with a laugh. “Because like, you kinda seem like you’re gonna die.”

He says nothing, just laughs and shakes his head.

“Okay then.” He feels her shrug underneath him. Her hands pull away from his ribs.

He takes a nervous, shaky breath —just in time for her fingers to walk up to Caleb’s rib cage under his shirt instead and start doing something very fast and very effective.

He shrieks and breaks into desperate cackles. His laughter pitches up to a scream —and, just as quickly, she pulls her hands back out from under his shirt.

“Now, wanna try that again?” She opens and closes her hands like little claws, a few inches above Caleb’s sides. “Or do you want me to keep talking about how kitz-kitz-kitzel-ish poor little ticklish kitzel-ish Caleb is?”

Caleb shakes his head with a surprising voracity, his body flailing and jolting. Fjord nearly loses his grip on Caleb’s wrists.

Still not touching him, she wiggles her fingers, and Caleb laughs as though her claws are already taking him apart.

“BITTE— NEIN!” He pleads. “AHA— STAHOP!”

She persists, voice dark and scary. “Oh nooooo, Caleb! The Kitzelmonster’s almost got you! And it brought its fri-ends!”

As she speaks, teasing and throwing in every silly variation she can of the word that she can think of.

Her voice gets quieter from Fjord’s perspective as she leans in close and continues, whispering into Caleb’s bright red ear.

Jester teases in a way that should be outlawed, truly a cruel and unusual punishment. It’s— he’s… laughing and squirming so hard already, and- and no one’s even tickling him right now.

Tears in his eyes, face red and blotchy, Caleb eventually whimpers out —his voice desperate, breathless, “Jester- enough, STOP stop- stop saying it, plehehehehease! Okay! Okay— ehehe! Stop!” He groans. “Just- just tickle meheHEHEEHEE—”

Her fingers zip in to do just that as Jester giggles triumphantly. “By the way, next time we do this, I’m gonna make you tell me how to ask for it in Zemnian.” She adds casually.

Through silly giggles, he asks. “NE-NEIN- Jester, ahaha, wh-why?” His eyes flutter shut.

Fjord laughs, the sound radiating warmth into Caleb’s skin. “She really is an evil little ‘Kitzelmonster’, isn’t she?”

“Fjord!” Jester scolds with a giggle as Caleb lets out a pathetic squeal in protest at his words.

Caleb’s legs fly into the air, kicking at imaginary targets yet too uncoordinated to hit even those. His laughter rings out loudly in the room as Jester pokes and scritches under his arms.

“You look like you’re ready to try out for the circus.”

The sudden appearance of Mollymauk’s voice sends a chill down Caleb’s spine.

His head snaps over to confirm that, yes, Molly is leaning casually in the doorway. Smile on his face. Mischief in his eyes. Fingers twitchy in a way he gets when he really wants something (and that ‘something’, often, is to draw lovely laughter from those close to him).

“But really, Caleb, you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep floundering about like that.”

“Hi Molly! Oh, you’re right. I did say I’d give him a break,” Jester smiles, bringing her hands down to rest on his thighs, not tickling.

Caleb’s deep breath out is fizzling with anxious snickers. “Ehehehe M-Mollymauk.. Molly. Molly—” How long has he been standing there?

“Yes?” Molly purrs, drawing into the room.

Caleb looks up at the ceiling, whimpers. “Please,” a breath, “you’ll— ehe they’ll— you’re killing mehehehee.”

“I’m killing you? Ha. Well. It’s a good thing Jester’s close by.” Molly smirks, then, dramatically winces with a waiver of his hand. “Mm. Well, I bet Caduceus isn’t far anyway.”

“Hey! Rude!” Jester shifts to stick her tongue out at Molly. “Anyway. Don’t you think he’s had enough of a break? Go get his feet!”

“What? No wait! But you barely—” Caleb cries out, drawing his legs as close to his chest as possible.

“You bet-ter put those back down…” Jester threatens, tracing featherlight circles into the skin of his sides, just under his shirt.

“No!” Caleb wails in protest. His flailing kicks begin anew.

Well, if he’s going to be stubborn about it… Molly strolls to the other end of the couch, chuckles, and then, like a cat watching a flock of birds, begins batting at Caleb’s legs and dodging kicks, hunting for the perfect in.

Uncoordinated, tickled, and giddy with laughter, Caleb doesn’t make it long before Molly’s towing one of his ankles down to the end of the couch with a victorious snicker.

“Got one!”

His other leg keeps kicking wildly, still unclaimed.

There’s a mixture of Common and Zemnian (or at least an attempt at them) in between loud, boisterous, shrieking laughs as Molly swipes a finger up and down his sole.

Jester moves her fingers up, two on each side, scritching lightly into Caleb’s armpits.

Meanwhile, Molly fully disregards the free foot in order to devote his focus to holding down Caleb’s ankle and wiggling more fingers under scrunched toes.

Molly gets a claw under and between some just as Jester adds more fingers to his underarms, and Caleb makes a sound so loud and desperate that he’s glad —somewhere in his mind where he can remember to be— that they is in his tower and not in the middle of a tavern room, surrounded by other rooms, with people around.

In the moment, he fails to consider, however, that there are in fact still people in the tower.

Caleb’s not thinking about that, though. In fact, he’s not thinking about much at all right now, other than how badly this tickles.

“You have ten seconds to put your other leg down, or I’m gonna have Molly come up here and help me get your ribs.” Jester offers as a threat, pausing her tickling, as does Mollymauk.

A beat of silence aside from quavering laughter, then Caleb asks. “Wh-when… when did you become so evil?”

Jester giggles. “Always been!” And then she blows a raspberry on his neck.

“AAAII— OKAY!”

She stops —and then, denying his better instincts, Caleb brings his other leg down shakily. He allows Molly to wrap both ankles up in the crook of his elbow.

The free purple hand wiggles delightedly, a few inches away from the trapped soles before him. He looks back over his shoulder at Caleb —who looks absolutely lovely when he’s devastated in this way.

Caleb protests without any conviction. “This is— very unfair.”

Jester pokes down his rib cage and over to his tummy.

“Plehe— oh nohoh-AHA haha noooo—” Caleb squirms, his head rolling back with laughter.

Just then, she starts to lightly spider her fingers over his stomach, while Molly does the same technique, alternating over each foot. Fjord watches each of them fondly, Jester clearly having the time of her life — she really is a ‘Kitzelmonster’. They take turns, not wanting to completely overwhelm the tired, scrawny wizard, with Molly and Jester each watching the other and commenting on Caleb’s reactions.

When Caleb opens his blurry eyes again, a few minutes and endless laughs later, he sees Veth, looming over the back of the couch next to a curled up Rudi. She gives him a smug, knowing little smile. It can be intense, electric, unbearable at times —being tickled —but Caleb has confessed under the influence of alcohol and ticklish duress that he doesn’t hate — or even enjoys, much to his chagrin — the opportunities that come up in his life for his brain to slow down and fog up a little bit, til there is no room for guilt and worry. He is in (many) good hands, after all. But, it’s nice to know she knows, she’ll be there, she’ll help take him apart a little too, if she likes, and, eventually, she’ll help reign in the tieflings if he needs her to.

Caleb can’t hold her gaze for long, his eyes close just as Jester’s fingers start poking into his sides repeatedly.

A moment later he gasps, curling his head and neck sideways at the first flutter of a light, fluffy edge of a feather along the shell of his ear.

“Ehe- staha— Veheheheth!” Caleb stutters out through laughter. He attempts a peak at her and finds one of her feather-fall feathers held neatly in her mage hand, twirling about just beside his head. “Ahaha— nein!”

“What is this? You guys threw a wreck-the-wizard party without me?” Beau’s voice cuts through the already overwhelmed sensory input in Caleb’s brain.

His voice is shrill, desperate in response. “No— hehehe nononono— Beheheheaureagard! Aha gehehehet out of hehehere! NOHOHOHO!”

“Oh, please. Don’t bother.” Beau’s response is rippling with smug laughter as she waves dismissively at him.

Caleb soon becomes aware of a hand wrapping around his shins a few moments after she speaks. He curses between laughs and hopelessly tries again to kick his legs.

Beau moves one arm behind his legs and squeezes at his calf muscle once, twice, an attempted scolding for his jolts and kicks of protest. Caleb shrieks. Everyone freezes — it almost feels as though time stops for a moment.

Caleb yelps when she does it again, his breath sucking in a half-second later.

Jester peaks over Caleb’s shoulder. “Oooh, what did you do?” Her hands idle over Caleb’s sides.

Molly looks over his shoulder, smug and grinning. “Look— I knew your knees were bad… but.”

“Looks like someone’s a little ticklish here.” Beau smirks, letting out a little evil laugh. She squeezes the back of Caleb’s leg again, a few inches below his knee.

“No!” He cries out, laughing. “Dohohon’t—”

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it? Laugh?” Beau snickers and begins squeezing the back of each of his legs, up and down the calf muscles. She kneels down beside the couch, finding the perfect angle. Meanwhile, Molly keeps Caleb’s ankles locked up in a solid, tight hold, enjoying the show.

Caleb wails out a few more wheezy protests between cackles as Beau tickles up and down his legs. “Don’t! Beauhoho— hahaha stAHAHOP!”

Jester wriggles underneath him as she repositions and trails her hands down.. down.. down as far as she can, lightly tickling down his ribs and sides as she goes, squeezing his hips, past where her own legs are wrapped around his middle. She reaches out, grabbing in the air at Beau’s hands —fingers still a decent distance from tickling anywhere near his calves or knees. “Ha! You’re ticklish everywhere Caleb!” Jester giggles into his ear.

“Yeah, how’d you manage to hide this spot from us for so long?” Beau asks. “Are your legs this sensitive all the way up and down?” She pinches at the backs of his ankles all the way up to his knees, then continues up, squeezing around his thighs.

“Ehehe- no! Leheheheheave them alone!” Caleb cries.

“Not a chance, man- ha! They so are— look at you!” She pinches at a spot a few inches below his knee that gets him kicking — or, well, trying his best to. “You’re fucking ridiculous!” She laughs.

Caleb lets out a noise somewhere between a snort and a plea. His laughter and thrashing continue to grow frantic.

Beau leans against the couch and wraps Caleb’s knees up in one arm. She pinches and squeezes the backs of his calves with her free hand, a smug grin on her face.

Mollymauk’s tail joins her hand and tries to wiggle against the backs of his legs and knees. Meanwhile, his fingers keep up a quick tempo fluttering across Caleb’s wiggling feet.

“Eeheehee whahahahah-why are you tryhihing to kill mehehehee!?” Caleb cries out.

Jester watches delightedly as Beau and Molly drive him up the wall. She holds tight with her legs as he squirms and wriggles, desperate for escape.

“Aww, you say that like it’s a bad thing!” Jester answers him, wiggling her fingers in a tease a few inches above his armpits. “We wouldn’t do it if you weren’t having fun!”

Caleb turns somehow even more red at that and lets out a pathetic little peal of laughter in response to her teasing.

Veth’s mage hand moves down to start poking at his top rib just under his armpit on the side nearest the couch.

“Ehe— no! Neihihein! Bitte!” He squirms to the side, only to meet Jester’s finger on the other side.

Molly and Beau pause to rearrange a bit, trying to figure out the best way to hold his legs while also watching his helpless little squirms.

Caleb sputters out giggles and half-worded pleas.

Jester ponders aloud. “I should probably call Yasha and Caduceus… I feel like they’re going to be preeeeeetty bummed if they miss this. I know I would be.”

“No— no!” Caleb squeaks.

Molly wiggles a finger up and down Caleb’s arch while Beau squeezes just above his knee.

“Ugh. You’re right, Caleb. There’s barely any room for us. You need to make the couch in here bigger next time you bring up the tower.” Jester chastises, poking at his side in light, random patterns. “There’s not enough room for everyone.”

Caleb whimpers into his bicep through laughter.

“I have an idea..” Fjord grins, transferring Caleb’s wrists to one hand and reaching down with the other to squeeze and tickle at both his and Jester’s sides below.

Caleb cackles with a renewed desperation, while Jester cries out. “Hehehee- hey! Hah-” She gasps in fake offense before breaking into giggles.

“Let’s move ‘im to the bed.” Fjord finishes his thought with a few pokes under Caleb’s arm.

“Mmmf— nooooo heh—” Caleb protests weakly, his face tingling with a happy, giddy silliness —sweet and warm under his skin like fresh honey.

Fjord releases his wrists and reaches down with both hands, and —easily besting the now flailing arms— hooks his hands underneath Caleb’s shoulders and around to his armpits. He lifts up. Caleb squeals. Fjord wiggles his fingers a bit. Caleb makes some kind of choked laugh.

Then Caleb is shaking his head more fervently as Beau reaches to lift him under his knees. Mollymauk releases his ankles with a grin.

“Bitte, you-you’ve had your fun! Y-you’re killing me! Mercy!” Caleb pleads, his eyes wide as Beau and Fjord make quick work of lifting him up.

He scrambles for any sort of anchor or purchase —a steady moore out in the sea of giddiness and laughter he’s found himself caught and floating in.

“Hey!” Almost on cue, a familiar sensation of Jester’s claws make their reappearance on his sides. “That’s mine! Give him back!” She scolds.

“NAHA— ehehehee, don’t!” Caleb can’t stop himself from squirming and flinching away as Jester’s fingers prod and tickle at the wizard above her.

She snickers, delighted, and her fingers follow along for as long as she can reach him. Noticing this, Fjord and Beau seem to take an extra long time moving him up and away from the couch —and out of tiefling range —over to the bed.

Finally, he’s out of Jester’s range. His breath comes in shakily as they deposit him gently on his mattress. He’s red-faced, tears welling up in his eyes with a few running messily down his cheeks. His eyes are squeezed shut to hide from the scrutiny and knowing smiles of his companions above.

“Hee- oh nohoho—” Caleb whimpers with a smile. He reaches up with a shaky hand and grips one of his pillows, dragging it down over his head to shove his burning face into.

“Aww, Caleb! Are you hiding from us?” Jester’s voice alone draws an extra giggle from him behind his pillow.

Caleb shakes his head behind the pillow.

“Come onnnnn, where’s that smile?” The mattress sinks as she climbs onto it near him.

“Nooooooo..” Caleb whimpers, wrapping both arms around the pillow and smushing it tighter against his face. It doesn’t do much to muffle his anticipatory laughter.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Jester scoffs. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

Caleb’s legs kick at that, drumming against the bed as it dips a few more times —Molly and Veth, he concludes, since Jester is already looming next to him and Fjord and Beau still have hands on his shoulders and knees.

“Alright, come on, let’s get him already!” Beau declares impatiently.

“Ah, I love the spirit, Beauregard, but it can be so much fun to drag it out —build him up, topple him over…” Molly traces a delicate nail down Caleb’s chest. Caleb shivers deliciously. The claw lifts away.

Jester snickers. “We already tickled him like soooo much on the couch, Molly, he’s already all mush-brain. Come on!”

“Oh alright —you’re right, you’re right.” Molly shrugs, crawling his way up to Caleb’s other side.

Caleb wails into the pillow when two sets of tiefling claws touch down gently over his midriff with purpose, leaving teasing trails down his sides and over his stomach and lowest ribs. “Mmpppph- n- nahaha- oh nohohoho— eheh oh dohohohon’t! Bitte! Mmmf-aha ahahaha! Please— please!”

Fjord leans down, taking Caleb’s hands with ease into his own and pulling them up over his head. He adjusts, laying on the bed while keeping Caleb’s arms trapped against the mattress. He shifts the pillow over and off of him so that he can get in close to Caleb’s pink face, then nuzzles into the side of his hair.

“Mmm. It’s too bad I can’t use my hands.”

Caleb feels some quiet relief at that. Maybe a little disappointment too, but he doesn’t have the wherewithal to focus on that.

Still, some sliver of Caleb’s mind registers the rumbling chuckle Fjord gives as dangerous as he continues. “—I guess I’ll have to improvise, then.”

Caleb’s voice catches in his throat as Fjord’s words take on meaning just in time for lips and scruff to brush right up against Caleb’s ear.

“Eeheehee- ah! Yeehehehee- you— aha- no NO plehease!”

“Aww, he’s soooooo cute!” Jester squeaks with a few pinches to his ribs.

Caleb jolts under them with a whine. “Ha- aha I- noooo— I’m —ahahaha I’m not!”

“Yes! Yes you are!” She pinches his cheek just as Fjord sucks in a breath. Helpful little Kitzelmonster she is, Jester brushes Caleb’s hair away from the side of his neck.

“Nein!” Caleb cries as the breath comes out as a vibrating, ticklish, raspberry on his neck.

Caleb is soon lost to cackling laughter as Molly and Jester prod and tickle at his middle while Fjord mouths along his neck and ear. And it isn’t too long before he registers two sets of blunt nails —Beau and Veth, his mind helpfully provides— that have touched down on his feet. He doesn’t even try to kick beyond the instinctive flinching away —he knows he’s not going anywhere.

The feeling— a mindless bliss not unlike that of an evening spent polymorphed —builds slowly. But, soon enough, Caleb’s mind feels light, unbothered and untethered, as his thoughts swirl and spark with the ticklish input from what seemed like every nerve. There is a… a warmth that accompanies it, one that Caleb comfortably slips into with a strange familiarity as though it is where he had always belonged.

Jester’s voice cuts through the sound of Caleb’s laughter as she begins her sending spell. “Hey, Yasha? Are you with Caduceus—” Fjord briefly gets a panicked look in his eye as she starts, jerking his head back and realizing he can’t count her words out as easily. He taps his fingers into the skin of Caleb’s wrists one at a time in counting as she continues, “you guys should come up to Caleb’s room, we’re having a lot of fun! Hurry up you don’t wanna—”

Caleb feels Fjord’s fingers wiggle individually against the thin skin of his arms. They aren’t the only ones —all in all, he registers Jester’s fingers fluttering around under his arm and pinching at his lower ribs with her other hand, Molly’s claws spidering menacingly over his belly, Beau’s arm tight around his ankles, her fingers pulling back his big toes while Veth wiggles her nails all over his feet. His mind feels dizzy and fizzling —some kind of gelatinous consistency, perhaps.

One of Caleb’s last coherent thoughts is that it was at least a mercy (or… was it a tragedy?) that this hadn’t happened in Beau’s room, where he could have ended up having to watch this giggling, disheveled vision of himself taken apart in the mirror over her bed by his friends.

As it is, he simply closes his eyes and lets himself be lost, swimming safely in the sea of hands poking at him from every direction.

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Zemnian (German) | English Translations: von - from bitte - please nein - no der Struwwelpeter - the ‘shock-haired’ Peter (book) lustige Geschichten - funny/amusing stories drollige Bilder - funny pictures Scheiße - shit Mist - crap/shit das Kitzelmonster - the tickle monster guten Abend - good evening Mm yeah ..and I’m just going…to include these… kitzeln - tickle (verb) kitzlig / kitzelig - ticklish das Kitzel/n - the tickle / the tickling (noun)

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ADDITIONAL AUTHORS NOTES:

A/N: And now friends and readers who are still here, if you look to your…down — what you’ll see are some fun notes I did and things I learned while researching things for this story — also side note — it’s been about 10 years since, but I took 5 years of German from middle to high school, I’m not by any means fluent but I remember decent enough (and I had the power of the internet and search engines on my side)!!:

ANYWAY — I wanted to figure out some strange quirky little Deutsch storybook that I could have Caleb have in his library, something with a catchy (see also: silly) cover or title that would draw Jester’s eye..

Found this very quickly with a search for German children’s stories. <— yeah, my silly little lee brain was like “lol those nails” immediately — had to use.

Fic title was inspired from the book cover and title / description

Link to the book on Amazon 😆

Did a decent amount of skimming and looking over, I was immediately thinking German fairy tale / kids story, and they’re usually kind of brutal in Germany.

Did cross my mind to use der Katzenprinz or not go into as much detail on the book, or have her try to convince him to read Tusk Love… 😏 😈

Oh great! (affectionate) now am I gonna have to write that? (compulsive)

Yes!

I was conflicted on which translation to use to refer to Jester in ‘Zemnian’. I saw Hoffnar (court jester, king’s fool) , Narr/Närrin (fool, jester, joker), and Spaßmacher (joker, jester, clown) but literal translation of this one is fun-maker which I feel fits Jester very well. She makes fun, is fun, joke, jests, and is all around silly and teasy the whole fic so. Yes bby girl. In the end I ended up scrapping this longer title but it was essentially gonna be "Lustige Geschichten von der Spamacherin" but twas shortened.

Moving on from the language and literature … the em..um… erm.. position was inspired from this lovely video (also recently found out she’s very happily lee and I’m like YES GIRL. ITS SO MUCH MORE DJFJFJJG TO SEE AND KNOW THEY LOVE/HATE/LOVE IT hsjsjdkf. Truly inspiring. What good friends. Caleb deserves to be in her position.

List of some of the lovely prompts / ideas that inspired parts of the story - original prompts in green:

Critical Role c2

1. Caleb & anyone

2. Fjord & Jester

3. Caleb & Fjord

4. Essek & anyone

5. Any combo of the mighty nein you’d like

me: yess. yes. now that I’m making this I realize Essek isn’t there. (Neither are cad or yasha, they’re… meditating and drinking tea). Essek needs to have a turn helping them melt Caleb.

A has noticed that B is acting much sadder & moody than usual, little do they know that B is hamming it up in the hope of getting cheer up tickles. Whether the beans are spilled or not is up to you ;) (by beans I mean the fact they were trying to fake it)

me: I had a few ideas from various prompts floating around in my mind but also sometimes these fics just flow out of my brain — they go where they decide they’re gonna go! I’m sure you know! Anywho, it doesn’t exactly go into sad and moody but stoic and boring and drawing the silliness out of them.

We love a good flustered blushing silly Caleb, we also love a stubborn little journey to get there while slowly losing his composure.

I feel that Caleb knew what would happen as soon as Jester

a. sat on the couch with him

b. picked out the book

c. asked him to read to her, or

d. pranced into the room.

But either way he was #ready to be silly as soon as she came in - some serious #leebehavior immediately winding her up

A has really ticklish calves & B finds out while pinning them to tickle their feet, & they immediately switch targets

me: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR VERY OWN BEAUREGARD LIONETT PLEASE!!!

TICKLISH CALVES! TICKLISH LEGS! AHH!

I love this so much fr fr fr fr

See, but…. What if you have multiple friends and multiple hands… :D

A has been trying to get B’s attention when it becomes clear they’re deliberately being ignored.

me: love this trope so much

Caleb’s brain: I MUST ANTAGONIZE JESTER IMMEDIATELY. BUT SWEETLY.

Caleb’s brain: tells Jester how to say ‘tickle’ in his native tongue

Caleb’s brain a few min later: in turmoil over why he makes it soooooo much worse for himself — well for a few more minutes until he gets all wobbly and brain-buzzy

A either has something B wants or won’t do their job & need some convincing in the form of B’s tickling fingers

me: inner Jester monologue ‘Come on Caleb. Read the book. Read it. Do a silly voice. Read while I poke at your ribs. I don’t mind if you laugh. Come on keep trying. Okay I guess Fjord and I are just gonna drop the playful ruse. But you’re finishing that book for me later.’

Final Author's Note —

I hope this holiday gift pleases you, my dear @amazingmsme! Happiest Squealing Santa to Thee! 2023! I’m so happy I got you for the exchange and I hope you have a wonderful holiday season and new year!!!!!!!!!!

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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How would the Xenomorph queen react when a rival hive has eyes for her human I can only imagine the acid bath (ha get it since they have acid for blo-)

I loosely based this on the Red vs Black Xenomorphs from the comics (I never read them, but I know the subspecies) . I hope you enjoy! Also, I know the pictures are "Queen Mothers", not regular queens, but the queens in this concept are regular queens.

Edit: Combined two requests as they were similar. Also, eeee! I wanted to write more for this but ran out of ideas :( Did you want these two as OCs at all btw? I hope you all liked this!

Yandere! Xenomorph Queen vs Xenomorph Queen

Pairing: Animal/Pet-Like - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, Mass murder/violence, Obsession, Aliens/human, Possessive behavior, Scenting.

Xenomorph hives warring against eachother isn't really that new.

Xenomorph Prime, their homeworld, has hives fight eachother all the time.

This is usually due to resources or sudden violent mutations in castes.

The first incident of Red vs Black Xenomorphs and the genetically modified Xenomorph King are examples of Xenomorphs fighting other Xenomorphs.

So it's entirely possible for Xenomorph hives to fight.

You probably got stuck with one hive, a type of Xenomorph with shells so blue they're black.

The Queen adores you and your scent, covering you in hers to claim you.

The rivaling hive, a caste of dark crimson, probably find you through drones.

The hives are probably competing for hosts.

The moment some drones can lure you away, you're nabbed away from the other Queen's sight.

The two different xenomorph colors are sister species.

By the time you enter the crimson hive, the rivaling Queen probably is attached to you too.

Whatever made the bluish hive fall for you, the same goes for the crimson one.

The Queen and drones despise the rival smell covering yours.

Once you're placed in the hive, the crimson xenomorphs cover your smell and claim you as theirs.

Now, to answer the question of what a xenomorph Queen would do after having her human stolen...

Rage and war.

The hive is thrown into disarray as the Queen can't find your scent anymore.

With a disturbed hiss, the drones are set to high alert.

Soon, the drones from the original hive will catch your scent among the... crimson scent.

They report their findings, then war is waged.

Wanting to fight for her human back, the Queen detaches herself from her egg sac and follows her hive to the rivaling one.

You're caught in the middle of a hive war.

The crimson Queen was just getting used to you.

The large red alien rubs her head on your stomach, arms holding you still.

Whisker-like apendages brush against your skin, the rival Queen cooing while she plays with her new trophy.

Then, there's rumbling.

Screeching echoes through the hive, the crimson Queen ushering you deeper in the hive and snarling.

The two colored drones fight eachother, acid spraying along the walls.

The crimson Queen hisses loudly once the Queen you know enters the nesting room, acid spilling from light wounds.

The two queens grunt and hiss, standing off with plans of destruction.

The original Queen is not too happy about having her human stolen.

Not by any humans... even more so by another queen.

Meanwhile, the crimson Queen doesn't wish to give up her new pet.

Finders keepers....

You move a bit to the side to watch the two queens.

The original Queen looks to you, cooing softly before the crimson Queen lunges at her.

It's a battle of the ages, the two queens stumbling around with claws out.

Tails sway around the room as they pin each other to the hive around, eggs being crushed under their weight.

While they fight, you wonder if escape is possible.

The queens are distracted... the drones are too...

If you can make it out of this hive alive, you can flee!

Who cares who wins? Escape is around the corner.

Or maybe... you've fallen for one of them through stockholm syndrome?

It'll be best to leave...

But maybe you want to stay?

Who will win? It's a battle of the titans.... A flip of the coin could decide the outcome.

#yandere alien harem #yandere aliens #yandere xenomorphs #yandere xenomorph queen #yandere xenomorph #yandere teratophilia

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blorbologist · 6 months

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Trick or treat! Could you do an Artagan or Luc & Frumpkin interaction of some sort?

Fluff, of a sort! Wrote this while playing fetch with my cat <33

He has worn and stolen many names in his time.

On this night, not in the Feywild but Wildemount, he goes by Frumpkin.

He is proud to, mind, and happy to bear the title at the exclusion of all his many. For this Caleb Widogast is a fascinating thing, his friends almost moreso, and the roads they travel fascinating, and the many forms and deaths he takes quite fun, figure. He’s never before been eaten, what an odd treat that had been!

Frumpkin (his other names? Pah, not for you!) likes this agreement. Very much so.

And this is why he waits until his person is in sound and leaden (read: quiet and deathly heavy) sleep to ooze from his arms, as cats are wont to do. On delightful soft paws he stalks around the encampment, unnoticed by their singular watch - the little green one, Nott who is not what she seems. Finding the plush nest with a head of blue hair, he goes still, watching.

And he whacks the crimson ferret nestled next to her, hard.

“They are mine,” Frumpkin seethes as it - whoever it is, it is no it - wakes. “They are mine, and mine alone, and I am and was first fey to be bound to them. Go!”

The weasel writhes, wiggles. Clearly can’t escape the grasp of the Jester, and so settles for looking at Frumpkin from upside-down, impolite even by standards of their kin.

Looks, truly looks.

Every filament of this body stands straight, arches, tenses, does all it can to get away from - from this, yet finding itself unable to move.

“Mmm, calling dibs are we?” hums the fey. His voice makes a mockery of how sound works, here - in the Feywild it would be a song and a story and a subtle thrum of Frumpkin’s heart. “That’s not nice.”

“Apologies,” says Frumpkin. “Apologies plenty, Archfey. Never did I intend-”

The weasel’s one free paw dismisses this with a wave. “Oh, hush, you. Keeping my nature concealed for everyone’s benefit. Just wanted to be along for the ride, you know?”

Frumpkin forces his fur to lie flat. Home were he and his heart would have ran out his mouth, or sprouted flowers. “An amusement?”

Dark eyes crease. Fond? Regretful? He settles into the locks of curly hair, preens at some near his muzzle. “No. A… well. It’s a lot to get into, really. But she needs me. So she’ll have me.” There are too many lights in those eyes as they flit back to the familiar. “It’s… not a game, anymore.”

He flicks an ear. “As mine will have me,” he says.

(What power is his that he holds to an Archfey? The power to soothe every nightmare, to be comfort to touch, to be eyes and whiskers for one with such feeble senses. To be something lost, found again. To play his part. As Frumpkin. For Caleb.)

The mouths of little predators are not made for smiles. They cannot be made into ones, either, not as form might fit fancy in the Feywild. Frumpkin stares into a grin of needle-teeth and blade-molars all the same.

“I like you!” declares the archfey. “Now, just keep this to yourself, alright dear?”

Frumpkin nods, tail swaying. “Of course. For them.”

“It was a pleasure.”

And then:

“Name’s Artagan,” says the weasel.

Oh. Oh.

He knows this one. No fey know a stranger’s name, unless they do not mind whose mouth it finds itself in. Easy, powerful.

“Frumpkin,” replies the cat.

He, wisely, keeps his actual names to himself.

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#critical role #campaign 2 #mighty nein #artagan #frumpkin #cr fanfic #Look the fact the party had Two fey companions for a good deal of the run. no way neither of them realized it #also I LOVE leaning into the fact Frumpkin is a fey familiar so fuckin much. yes hes a cat. hes also Not Calebs Frumpkin. and yet! and yet!

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Homecoming

I'm on a roll, folks. Something about Captain Price has just hit right in my brain so, without further ado, smut #2!!

tagging: @deadbranch and @glitterypirateduck (hope this one lives up to the first lol)

18+ Minors DNI - smut (P in V sex, oral both M! and F! receiving, mild hair pulling, praise kink, creampie)

Up in her bedroom, packing a bag as she so often found herself doing before her next mission, set to travel halfway around the globe, the doorbell of her townhouse chimed and Rory was stolen from her train of thought. She wasn't expecting company. John wasn't due back for at least another week. Gut instinct told her better safe than sorry and grabbing the handgun she kept in the back of her closet, she slipped it down the back of the waistband of her leggings. To most it would be deemed an overreaction, the act of a paranoid mind, but times were changing, their enemies becoming more brazen, and she was taking no chances.

Moving from her bedroom, creeping downstairs to the door, she slowly approached it and checked the peephole. Surprised to find the whiskery face and blue eyes she knew so well warped by the fish-eye lens, she let out a small sigh of relief and swung the door open. Met by his grin and the creases it made in his brow and around his eyes, all of her stress melted away.

“Hello, love.” Thick, muscular arms sprung around her like a steel trap, squeezing her in a bear hug against his chest, blanketing her in cigar smoke and the brine of his sweat clinging to his skin. He had just come from the base, but she didn’t much care, she'd always appreciated the musk he carried with him of a hardworking soldier in the trenches. His whiskers scratched against her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her, the taste of smoke on his breath, and scotch – the mission must have been very successful.

Their lips met in slow, heated kisses as he dropped the heavy duffel from his shoulder at the door and lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. “Mission went well, I take it?” she mumbled against his mouth, glad to see him in one piece.

“It did.” Abrupt. She knew he had no interest in discussing his work, not when she was right there after so long. He kicked the front door shut with the tap of his boot against it, holding her tighter to him, swallowing her up in his embrace. Returning after a mission, he was always a different man. A desperate urge to work off the stress and the pain and the violence that filled his days overtook him, and he put his passion into different pursuits. Pawing at her ass with his big hands, he grabbed at her cheeks like they were a meal, squeezing at the flesh and the fat. A rumble growing deep in his chest. "I missed this arse," he mumbled into her ear as he pressed kisses to her neck and jaw. "Nothing quite like it, you know that?"

“Yeah?” She nuzzled her face against his neck, kissing him softly, trailing up to his ear, her tongue dragging against the outer shell of it. “What else did you miss about me?”

John whispered all the things he thought about doing to her while he was away into her ear, his timbre rich and deep as his bulge pressed up against her. The low growl growing in his chest letting her know he was getting desperate. His hands traveled up her hips and trailed along the small of her back when the cold metal of the butt of her gun chilled his warm fingers. His eyes widened slightly, but he was quick to make light of the situation. "Already have protection too, eh?"

“A good soldier is always prepared,” she said with a smile against his lips, parting them with her tongue. Needy for him, hungry after far too long apart. Rory cupped his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs, soft sighs slipping from her each time their lips parted.

He carried her up the steps, and even without seeing where he was going, there was no fear of falling. Her house was home and he knew it like the back of his hand. With each lift of his thick thighs, she was forced to grind up against him only increasing the ache she felt. Any minute now she’d be his.

Tossing her onto the bed beside her duffel, the piles of folded clothing bounced beside her. She pulled the gun from her jeans, and put it on the bedside table before grabbing him by the belt and dragging him on top of her. Looking up into his eyes, the steely gaze of the soldier was nowhere to be seen, instead there was only desire – his pupils blown wide as he lay on top of her.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, love.” Eyes flitting over her face, he grinned. “Just gorgeous.”

“You’re already on top of me, John. You don’t have to woo me.” Her smirk grew as she kissed him again. Rushing to undo the buttons of his coat, her hands slipped in under the sherpa lining to roam over the muscles of his back.

“Just want to get right to the action, eh?”

Rory had no need to say anything, instead bucking her hips up to grind against him, feeling his erection pressing against her. She'd used up all her patience waiting for him. Taking it slow was not on the menu. Not now. Not when he was right there.

Price pulled away to strip off his coat, tossing his beanie to the other side of the room. His stare roaming over her as she rolled her leggings down and kicked them off. Pulling off her top, she tossed it over the bed and lay there in front of him in only her bra and underwear. “You know if you’d told me you were coming home I might have actually had the time to put on something nice for you. Could’ve at least worn some lingerie.”

“I don’t need all that, darling,” his voice was a deep rumble as he drew closer. “Not right now. Not when you look as good as you do, Ror.” Their mouths met in a deep kiss, and he sucked and nibbled on her lower lip.

Sitting up, she popped open the button on his pants, pulling down the fly teasingly slow. Looking up at him, licking her lips, her fingers glided over the outline of his hard cock. “I can tell you missed me,” she purred, and pulled down his pants and boxers.

His cock was already beaded with pre-cum. Throbbing and thick. She curled her fingers around the head and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft from base to tip, all while watching him with her big, hazel eyes. His legs stiffened as a shiver coursed through him and his head tipped back, a low groan slipping from him. His hands wrapped into her hair as her mouth started to bob up and down against him. Warm and wet and welcoming.

“Fucking hell, Rory,” the words fell from him breathily, as he gripped the back of her head a little harder, knotting his fingers in her hair. His hips thrusting forward, rocking his cock deeper into her mouth, her saliva dripping around his length. “Christ,” he rasped.

She pulled away with a wet pop, rubbing her fingers against her mouth and chin as she huffed out a laugh. “Too much for you?”

“No. Well, yes. but god, I mean that in the best possible way.” He leaned down, breathless, his face turning red and flushed, and cupped her face in his hands as he kissed her. “I’d rather not waste this moment.” His mouth opened as he gazed at her, his throat bobbing as his mind raced with all the things he’d thought of while he was a thousand miles away from her. “I need you. So fucking badly.” He licked his lips. “Right now.”

Without skipping a beat, she rolled over onto her stomach and bent over the bed, smiling at him from over her shoulder. She lifted her ass like an invitation, shaking her hips at him. Her panties were already soaked and clinging to her folds, and like a man possessed he couldn’t help himself, tearing them right off of her. His hand pressed to her back, pushing her into the mattress as he knelt down, shoving his face in between her thighs. His beard burning at her soft flesh as his tongue moved along her cunt. Fingers digging into her hip as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked. Rory moaned, the blanket clutched in her fists as he ate her out like he’d been starved. Squeezing her eyes shut as a rough hand trailed down her spine sending sparks through her nerves.

“Fuck,” she whined as her body went rigid, her thighs trying to clamp down around him. Hot breath fanned against her folds as he chuckled softly against her but didn’t let up. Fucking her with his tongue until she was soaking wet and her thighs were drenched. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her orgasm tore through her. “John, please,” she mewled into the bedding.

He pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs, his tongue dragging up to the curve of her ass, before nibbling at the cheek. “Too much for you, love?” he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“You are such a bastard.”

He laughed and rose to stand behind her, snaking a hand under her, finding her breasts and squeezing them as he toyed with her nipples through the material of her bra. “You like it though, don’t you, Rory?” His voice was thick, heavy with lust.

She began to pant as his other hand curved over her hip and slipped down her front to rest on the apex of her thighs, rubbing at her clit. “Yeah. Yeah I do.”

“That’s my good girl.” Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he buried himself into her. His mouth pressed to her throat, breathing her in. Her warm and spicy perfume, the vanilla of her shampoo and body wash. Comforting and sweet. His thrusts were hard, voracious, like he needed to take all of her in that moment. Consumed by his need for her. Insatiable.

Pinned to the bed, she curved her hips up to allow him to go deeper, to fill her completely. Her head was spinning, lost in the rhythmic timing he kept up, his pace constant – chasing his need. Crying out as it became too much, she lifted her hips up further off the bed and he only sank deeper into her until he was completely lost to his desire.

Grunting and groaning as he fucked into her, he sucked on her neck, pressing lazy kisses along her throat. “I missed you so much, Ror. God, I missed you,” he mumbled to her.

His chest was pressed tight to her back, his sweat dripping down his brow. He couldn't take the heat building up between them any longer. Pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor, the hair on his chest glistened with sweat. Caging her in again, his hands roamed over her soft, supple flesh as she writhed below him.

“I’m…I’m going to cum again,” she whimpered as her muscles tightened, restricting. Her walls clenching around him as he stretched her, fucking his shape into her, holding him inside her. Her nails dragged along the blankets and she gasped as she swore she could see stars. Head falling to the mattress, she tried to catch her breath. His thrusts only coming quicker.

“I’m not far behind,” he moaned.

Grabbing his hip, holding him in against her, slowing his thrusts until he was barely rocking in and out of her. She begged, “Cum in me. Please, cum in me.”

“‘Course, love.”

As if she even needed to ask. He was all too happy to please her. To remain inside her. John’s pace quickened. Bare skin slapped loudly, and the wet sounds of her cunt as his cock slid in and out of her filled the room. “Fuck!” His biceps flexed, his ass clenched, and he thrust himself into her balls deep as his hot cum coated her inside. Price froze, his forehead resting against her shoulder as rumbling grunts fell from his lips. Hot breath fanning over her skin as her sweat began to cool and he scattered soft kisses along her shoulders and neck. His heart thumped against her, his pulse traveling through her skin as he held her tight against him. “I love you,” he whispered against her. Sucking on the lobe of her ear, he continued, “you know that, right?”

“I know,” she spoke softly, her grip finally loosening on the blanket below her. “I love you too.”

#cod fanfiction #captain price smut #captain john price #captain price x female oc #oc: rory sinclair #call of duty #nsft

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Eleven: More Than Just Turkey

Summary- 5k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Tanya opened her home to the holiday and you are nervous to be joining in on these friends made into a family holiday. Curtis though is happy to include you among those he is closest with.

Warnings- Reader experiences moments of nervousness and doubt. Some hesitant eating moments. Sexual Content, Fingering. This is an 18+ Only Blog

A/N- It is no secret I love holidays and had to include a Friendsgiving chapter for this verse. I think I love this chapter for the fact that Curtis made his own family in his friends. As always, thank you so much for reading, sharing, and commenting. Every time I read someone's comment, message, or ask that talks about being seen in this journey, I just feel so grateful. Special thanks to @what-is-your-plan-today for taking the time to go over this, especially with you having been under the weather. All the love, thank you so much. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter Ten / Masterlist

“You sure this is enough?” You worried as Curtis drove towards Tanya's house. You twisted in your seat once more, checking your two dishes were safe although you already knew they were secured in place. Curtis glanced at you from the corner of his eye and reached over to grasp your thigh, gently squeezing to get your attention.

“Honey, it is more than enough. Especially when Tanya told you not to bring anything.” He calmly reminded you.

His tone served as a reminder that you were everything he wasn't right now. Where he was calm and collected, you were a nervous bundle of energy fretting in your seat. You had worried about everything since Curtis went to your apartment to pick you up, patiently he assured you that you looked beautiful and the food you got up early to make tasted perfect. He had his suspicions about why you were nervous but kept those thoughts to himself.

For you, this was a big moment and it had been drilled into you with Jake that you had to be perfect when going to friends' and families' houses. Curtis was nothing like Jake, but old habits died hard.

“I can’t show up at Tanya’s house with nothing Curtis.”

“And you have two dishes that look amazing and I know will taste even better from the sample I took this morning.”

“Really?” You finally straightened back in place and Curtis took your hand to bring into his lap, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Really Honey, Tanya is gonna be thrilled to see your sweet potato casserole and rolls.” He lifted your hand up to his whiskered mouth, pressing a kiss there. “Now try and relax, enjoy yourself Pretty Girl.” He rumbled out deeply and you inched over closer to let your head rest against his shoulder.

Curtis kept hold of your hand till the time he pulled into the driveway, several cars were already parked there. You swiftly unbuckled and Curtis tightened his hold on you to tug you close against him, tilting your face to look at him.

“Remember that these are friends. What’s got you so worried?” Curtis finally voiced, knowing you were still dealing with the shit your ex had put you through, and then not to mention Halloween was just four weeks ago. “I promise all that is expected of you is to enjoy your holiday.”

He opted not to mention Edgar’s behavior at Halloween. Between him and Tanya, Edgar already knew he was on thin ice and had to be at his absolute best today, or else they really were going to let Ella loose on him. That is if Curtis didn’t get to him first. They still hadn’t chatted, but it was something Curtis planned on fixing today. Get what needed to be said out and move on.

Curtis wasn’t necessarily sympathetic about Edgar’s jealousy but you had seemed ready to forgive and try again, he supposed he could as well. With the clear promise, it was to never happen again.

You wrinkled your nose and he pressed a kiss to the tip, even though his crystalline blues bored into your own still. “What if I do something, or get in the way.” Your brows furrowed and you looked down, your insecurities getting the best of you at the moment. “I just don’t want to embarrass you today.”

“Just be you, Honey, You are sweet, kind, sexy as fuck…” You rolled your eyes a bit here, but Curtis got your attention again. “... and I’m damn proud you're my girl that I get to show off. You have nothing to worry about today.”

“You are too much.” You couldn't hold back the smile, his words having given you a giddy rush that warmed your cheeks and made you glad you were here now.

“I don’t tell you nearly enough Pretty Girl. Come on.” He opened the door and slid you across the seat to help you down. Once one of your dishes was secured in your hold and he had the other, the two of you made it up the steps and a knock had the door springing open to Timmy waiting in the entranceway, holding out his hands in offering to let you step inside.

“Hey Ms.Y/L/N, Curtis, Mama was saying you two should be showing up any minute.”

“Y/N had to let something cool before we could get here.” Curtis set down his bowl and offered to help you out of your jacket, then took off his.

“Hey, Timmy, how about today it's just Y/N? We are on vacation after all.” You offered and your student gave a nod in understanding.

“Sure thing Y/N, the kitchen is just down the hall to the left, everyone is in there or the living room, I will go bring these to mom.” He took off with your sweet potatoes, and you turned to Curtis, moving to pick up the rolls.

“I'm gonna run these in there.” You mentioned while he unlaced his boots to get them off.

“I will be around in a minute to say Hi to Tanya.”

You made your way into the kitchen, bypassing the living room where it looked like Edgar and Timmy were getting ready to wrestle, while Grey was teaching the kid some moves to use on Edgar. In the kitchen you found Tanya and Ella picking at some snacks on a board, an open bottle of wine, and food scattered all over the place. On a stool near Ella stood Sophia, the little three-year-old in pigtails, doing her best to mix some dough with her spoon, happily.

“Hey.” You said as you held up a covered cooking sheet. “I also come with some rolls.”

“You are a life saver Y/N.” Tanya exclaimed as she motioned to a bare spot on her island counter. “This one distracted me and I done burned mine.” Curtis’ cousin next to her gave a look to her friend.

“Excuse me, I'm sorry that I literally said ‘Hey look at this post on Instagram and you forgot your rolls scrolling the half-naked hot dudes. Hate to see your reaction to pornhub.” Ella set her phone down to help Sophia with stirring. “Alright kiddo, these cookies are looking good. But you know who is here now? Uncle Curtis.” She fixed Sophia’s hair. “Can you say hi to Y/N? Remember she gave us all the best candy trick or treating.”

The little girl, with her chubby cheeks a bit ruddy from the warmth in the kitchen and bright shining eyes, immediately dropped her spoon in the bowl and threw her hands up to be let down. “Uncle! Uncle!” She beamed at you as Ella wiped at her hands with a wet towel and tugged her flour covered mini apron off to set her free. “Hi!” Little fingers waved at you before she giggled and scrunched up her face at you.

“He should be here in just a second, he was just taking off his boots.” You told the women as you reached a hand for Sophia, who grasped it in a greeting. “Hey, Sophia nice to see you.”

Sophia's eyes were bright and exquisite as she looked you over. She must have deemed you okay because she rambled right into a conversation with you in two seconds while still working on getting off her chair. “Those suga’ cookies’ for famksgiving.” You were helping her down when Curtis came around the corner.

“Uncle!” Sophia's voice rose in excitement and bolted away from you to race to her uncle who promptly caught her and swung her up into the crook of his arm, where she sat like she belonged, hugging him around his neck and pointing excitedly at her cookie dough. “Look what I’m making!”

“Well, you are the cookie monster.” He swung her around, blowing on her belly and making her squeal in laughter. Ella shook her head at the two of them.

“How about we finish your sugar cookies and you go play with Uncle Curtis?” Ella wiggled her brows at the suggestion, the little girl immediately on board with the idea.

“You’re leaving me alone with this rugrat?” Curtis now had Sophia hanging over his shoulder, the little girl squealing with excitement as she grabbed at her uncle's beanie and shoved the too big hat on her head, half covering her head.

“Her father is in the other room. Let Grey take her for a while. It’s his weekend with her.” Ella nodded, tickling the back of Sophia’s feet, making her kick against Curtis’s chest lightly. Tanya piped up from the stove where she was basting a turkey.

“You will be safe Curtis.” From the other room, Timmy chose the opportune moment to call Curtis's name.

There was no saving him now and he took a firm hold of Sophia's swinging legs to keep her from kicking, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Don’t believe anything these two say while I’m gone.”

“I’m gonna tell her about that time I caught you kissing my doll.” Ella smirked as she rolled out the cookie dough, Tanya pausing in mid-baste to look over her shoulder.

“He didn’t!”

“Sure was! He claims he was practicing to kiss the girl next door to Grammy’s.” Ella promised.

Curtis groaned as he hung his head, sighing. “I should have lied to you.”

“How could you have lied about that Curtis? Anything else would have just sounded weirder.” Ella laughed as she continued with the cookies.

You shooed your hands at him, giving a light push. “Git outta here, I wanna hear more about what you did as a kid.”

He shot one last look at the three women while Sophia slid back into his arms. He looked down at his niece and everything was all good, you fit in just like you had always been a part of the family. “Come on Little Terror, let’s go find your Daddy.”

Entering the living room where Edgar and Timmy had each other in a headlock and Grey was directing Timmy on which way to twist to bring Edgar down to the floor.

“Okay! Okay, I give.” Edgar finally bowed out, the two of them falling to the floor, panting to catch their breath. Curtis let Sophia go, watching her run off to her father.

“Hey Edgar, got a minute?” Cutis cocked his head to the door in suggestion. Edgar glanced up at him warily but gave a nod, pushing himself up off the floor to follow Curtis outside on the porch. The two men stood out in the chilly fall morning, watching Tanya’s street with interest. Edgar shifted nervously next to Curtis, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck to ease the tension.

“So- uh- before we start, I wanna say thanks, for being cool with me coming today.”

Curtis breathed in deeply, clearing out his irritation with Edgar and remembering how you were willing to give him a chance. “You really have to thank Y/N for that. She was willing to look past the things you said and give you a chance to prove that you’re better than that.” Curtis leaned his forearms on the railing, still looking out on the street. “Which I know you are Edgar, I just…well, I still don’t fucking understand where that came from.”

Turning finally to face him, expecting an answer Edgar sighed. “Me being a dumbass. Like I told Y/N, jealous. You were happy Curtis. In two months your whole life was just better all because of Y/N. I was there, you were watching Y/N like she was a literal Goddess walking around the room, and fuck man, I wanted that. I wanted someone who just makes everything seem worth it, you know?”

“God Edgar, you are something else.” Curtis shook his head in irritation. “So you saw I was happy and you decided to what… try to make Y/N seem unworthy?”

“I was an idiot, not thinking clearly. She seemed too good, everyone liked her, all of us, myself included liked her from the moment we met her. I just… grasped at the first thing I could to make her seem less perfect I guess.”

“I could fucking strangle you.” Cutis snapped out, leveling a cold look at Edgar. “You know what happened after that?” Edgar gave a sad shake of his head. “Y/N hated on herself, you made her believe every fear she has about herself. She shut down that night and I spent all Halloween reminding her that she was perfect just as she is.”

“I wish I could take it back… I don’t feel that way at all about her, I swear.”

“Words fucking mean something Edgar, the things you say can lift a person up or drag them down. You brought her to a dark place that she had already escaped from once.” Curtis angrily said.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Edgar said quietly.

Curtis took a moment, letting himself calm down once more. “ I know you are, I do believe that you are. Y/N is ready to move on and if she is then I’m willing to as well. But listen carefully Edgar, if you ever make me choose between the two of you again, it is going to be her.”

“Okay.”

“No, I'm dead fucking serious Edgar. I don’t know where Y/N and I are going to end up, but I’m ready to see, she’s unlike any woman I’ve dated so far. This isn’t us fooling around 'cause it’s a good time.”

“I get it Curtis, we can all see that this isn’t like any girlfriend you’ve had before.”

You craned your head out of the kitchen to watch Curtis leave with Sophia when you turned back to the other two, going to help with cutting out the cookies and putting them on the tray. “So… tell me more about Curtis as a kid?”

“Oh gladly.” Ella grinned, delving into more stories of him when he was younger. The next half hour they spent together was Ella telling childhood stories along with Tanya filling in some of her own stories from their friendship. You found yourself giggling so much that your eyes watered and you constantly were wiping at them.

Tanya finally pulled out the last tray of cookies and set them aside. “Well that's just about it, Y/N can you go tell them I need one of them to carve this turkey and Timmy to come set the table?”

“Of course.” You set your wine glass down, feeling a bit giddy still and Ella promptly reached over to pour the last of the wine bottle in it.

“I will bring it to the table.” She winked. “Tanya we gotta open another bottle.”

“Another one?”

You heard Tanya answer back as you made your way to the living room. Poking your head in, the sight that you saw made you cover your mouth briefly to keep a surprised ‘aww’ escaping. All four of the guys were scattered around the floor lounging, Sophia going to each one to make them so pretty as she kept saying.

Carefully she would brush the men's hair, trying to sweep it back or make it stand up, depending on who she was with. Making her way to Curtis, she just swiped it over his scalp and then on his beard, beaming at her uncle. “So pretty.”

“Yes, so pretty.” Curtis agreed with her, rolling his eyes up and wincing just a bit when she let the bristles come down just a little too hard. “Okay, go get Daddy now.”

This is when you opted to make yourself known. “Hey, Tanya needs someone to go carve the turkey, any takers?”

Edgar pushed up off the floor before Sophia could circle back to him, taking the excuse to escape getting his hair brushed once more. Timmy was right behind him and Gray caught his daughter in his hold, kissing her chubby cheek. “You wanna go help Mommy now?” The toddler swept her brush through his hair with an enthusiastic nod.

Leaving just you and Curtis alone in the living room, he pushed to a stand while you joined him. “Having a good time?” He inquired while running his hands around you to press into the dip of your back and pull you flush against him. You circled his waist in response, swaying gently with him.

“Yes, Ella and Tanya told me a lot.” You giggled, still feeling the warm rush the wine gave you. “I didn’t have the heart to tell your cousin that your moves have gotten better over the years. She likes to think that you are a walking disaster when it comes to women.”

Curtis groaned with a tilt of his head. “She really forgets nothing.”

“Did you really show up at a girl's house with a boombox to play Backstreet Boys?”

“It was her favorite song. I was thirteen.” He let his forehead lean against yours, “I just watched Say Anything and saw John Cusak do it.”

You giggled as you tilted your face up to nibble at his bottom lip, your eyes shining excitedly at him from under your lashes. You are full of surprises Curtis.”

“I got more for you later.” He winked at you, a thumb and forefinger grasping your chin to hold you still as he tilted in close, kissing you slow and dirty in the middle of his friend's living room, Your hands clutched at the back of his shirt to keep yourself steady at the moment.

It seemed to have the desired effect he was looking for because you were left with parted lips and dazed eyes as his thumb swiped along your bottom lip before weaving his hand with yours and leading you away from the living room.

At the moment you were speechless, having him chuckling softly as he tucked you under his arm, while rejoining everyone else.

“You were playing dirty.” You whispered to him before anyone could hear you.

“Nah, I was being nice, Pretty Girl.” His tone dropped at the nickname and he eased out a chair which you settled into, glancing around the table. Timmy was carving the turkey with Edgar nearby giving tips, Grey and Ella had Sophia between the two of them, Ella making her a plate while Grey worked on tying her hair back to keep it from getting messy while she was eating. Tanya was admiring the entire setup with a pleased look on her face.

“It all looks so good.” You complimented as you felt your leg jiggle. There was so much food and everyone was generously helping themselves to what was spread around and you found yourself suddenly nervous about taking any. Each bowl and platter Curtis passed to you had you taking small amounts, easily leaving you with just a few bites of everything.

It didn’t pass Curtis’s notice, seeing you pick at the food on your plate. Under the table he reached over to gently grasp your thigh, giving a slight squeeze to catch your attention. You were talking to Grey across the table, but feeling Curtis’s hand, you glanced at him, your fork with a tiny bite of potatoes. His gaze dropped to your fork in question and you were quick to take that bite.

Was he judging what you were eating? The chaotic part of your mind drilled you, even though the sensible part was sure to remind you that he never had before and on the first date he watched you eat a giant burger, fries and a shake, there wasn't even enough on your plate to count as a full meal.

But his hand never moved away, if anything he tucked it further between your thighs and let his thumb brush back and forth soothing while he went back to talking among the group. Curtis wasn’t upset with you eating, he was just silently checking in to make sure you were okay. It occurred to you that you were letting your thoughts dictate you and you weren't enjoying yourself because you were worried over nothing no one else was noticing. In defiance of the negative thoughts, you nudged Curtis.

“Can I have the mashed potatoes and gravy?”

Curtis gave you a genuine smile while handing them over to you. “Anything you want Honey, more turkey? You don't have much.”

“Yes please and a roll.”

You were done censoring your eating today and properly filled your plate.

“Where did you teach before here Y/N?” Tanya asked, drawing you back into the conversation.

You had to clear your mind, clearing your throat to focus on what was asked of you and take another bite. “Lake George in New York for almost five years, but I needed the change.”

Curtis had yet to remove his hand from your leg, but you were noticeably at ease once more and were not pushing your food around like you had been before. He remained quiet while you opened up with everyone, soon laughing just like you were before in the kitchen. Completely in the moment.

And that was all he wanted today, for you to feel welcome in those he considered his family.

Soon everyone was pushing their plates away with overfilled groans about how good the food had been. “Well, I think I can get this table cleaned off, you all up for some games?” Tanya pushed to a stand, gathering dirty dishes.

“Sure, what do you have?” Ella asked curiously, handing her dishes over. Curtis removed himself from the table to collect the dishes from Tanya to bring them to the kitchen, you started to gather stuff off the table while the others discussed game choices.

“Thanks Curtis and Y/N, umm, Timmy what do we have?”

Curtis was quick to deposit the dishes in the kitchen and you were right next to him organizing them so they didn't take up too much counter space. Taking your hand, he gave you a light tug to have you follow him, leading you into the hallway. “Where are we going?” You asked him in a whisper and he didn't slow down till he got to a door and swept it open to a guest bathroom. Being pulled in, you turned to him with a confused look while he locked the door behind him.

“Right here.” He directed you to turn around in the small space, moving behind you till you were facing the mirror hanging above the bathroom sink. “I wanted a few minutes alone with you Honey.” He muttered as he rubbed his chin against the curve of your neck, watching your reactions through the mirror. “Just checking in with you.” A tilt of his head made him start teasing near the hinge of your jaw causing you to tilt for him. “Pretty Girl.”

Your breath hitched hearing him, his gaze lifting enough to see that instead of closing up, you were getting lost in the sensations his mouth was bringing you. His hands squeezed your hips once more before pushing under your shirt to stroke along the lower part of your belly.

“I’m good, feeling really good.” You said hazily as he flushed kisses down to your shoulder.

“I can tell, think you can be quiet for me?” Fingers delved under the band of your pants to brush his fingers on your mound, pressing lightly into the soft curls before stroking against your slit, making you quiver, shooting a look at him through the mirror. His head tilted in question even though he continued to touch, tracing your slit now to spread your folds apart.

Yes, you could be quiet cause he gathered enough slick to rub your clit and you urgently gripped the edge of the counter but didn’t make a peep at how good it felt. “That’s my girl.” He praised your efforts and started to tease you more, spreading slick that wept from you to put more pressure on you. He never let up kissing your neck, never quite giving you a hickey, but his teeth nipped in place of some kisses, and he never stopped praising you. Between presses of his lips, he would groan in your ear as a finger filled you, then another to stretch you and make you whimper at the sensation. “Eyes on me Pretty Girl, fuck you’re beautiful when you get like this.”

You did your best to stare at him through the mirror, your eyes rolling back whenever he hit a particularly sweet spot.

“Curtis…” You whispered out, your mouth screwing to keep from calling out as his calloused fingers stroked over your sweet spot over and over so you would cum for him.

“What is it Pretty Girl, think you’re gonna give out on me?” Another stroke had your knees giving a shake and your knuckles whitening as you grasped Tanya’s bathroom counter in an effort not to let yourself sag. Your head shook a no, you could keep going. His tone was heavy, graveled deep as he called you pretty girl once more, and stroked you so thoroughly, his thumb flicking around your clit, it all made your eyes waver back and jaw go slack.

“Oh god, I’m gonna-”

Hearing you he went faster, clasping his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while his fingers fucked you. “Come on Pretty Girl, you gonna show me how good you feel?” Hearing him, your velvet walls clenched around him and your eyes were now pleading with him in the mirror while his mouth curved up, feeling just how close you were.

“Pretty Girl, god you are so fucking sexy looking like this.” You clenched again, your slick sounding so loud now, the sound of his hand between your thigh was soon covered by your muffled gasp, feeling the white heat in your belly sear in pleasure while you sagged into his hold. “I got you…” His arm dropped to around your waist and you leaned back into his chest.

“Fuck that was perfect.” Curtis eased his hand from your pants and held up the glistening fingers with a smirk.

You shyly turned into his arms, feeling vulnerable in the way that this wasn't the safety of your apartment or his house. Your face pressed into the soft flannel covering his chest and he rubbed at your back, smiling to yourself as his mouth pressed at the crown of your head.

“You looked so good Honey, I couldn't stop thinking about getting you to myself for a few moments.” Curtis assured you, giving his hand a quick rinse in the bathroom sink.

You hid a smile in his chest but then you looked up, nuzzling a bit against his beard and sighing. “We should get back out there. I can only imagine Ella coming to look for us.”

Curtis gave a laugh, his eyes amused. “That is something she would do.” Before you let him unlock the door, you cupped the back of his neck and shared a thorough kiss, biting lightly at his bottom lip before pulling away from him.

“Okay, I’m ready now.” Clicking the lock, you both exited the bathroom.

On the way back through the house to go towards the dining room, you paused seeing all these pictures hanging in the hallway. Glancing at all the happy pictures, you saw a few that Curtis was included in.

What appeared to be card night around Tanya’s table with a much younger Timmy sitting next to him. You pointed it out to him. “How old was Timmy here?”

He scooped up behind you, kissing the back of your neck while you sunk back into him, looking up at the wall.

“Mmmh, probably 10? We were having poker night.” Curtis smiled at the memory of it. “Only gambling Tanya said we could do. Kid cleaned me out that night.”

You giggled at his story, letting your hands cover his resting on your waist. “What a beautiful family.”

He hummed in agreement and continued back towards the dining room.

Tanya just glanced at the two of you coming back into the room and gave a smile in greeting. “Would you two like some coffee?”

“Sure.” You were eager for the attention to fall off you and Curtis. “Let me help you.”

“No, no… I got it.” She said as she pushed up from the dining room table that was now littered with the board game Clue, some untouched snacks, and drinks. “You and Curtis are the green peg on the board and your turn is next. Cream, sugar?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Curtis?”

“None for me, thanks.” He said absently while studying the board, Ella flinging over a piece of paper with all the clues already given on the board. His arm circled over your shoulders while waiting for your turn to pop up. “Hey Sophia Bear, what cards does your mom have?” He teased and Ella hid her cards against her chest.

“Just cause you two went off doing who knows what doesn't mean you can cheat to win Curtis!”

“She has a man!” Sophia chose to divulge her mom's secrets anyways much to the room's amusement, making them all laugh. Grey tugged his toddler into his lap, whispering in her ear while Ella scowled at her kid.

“Good girl.”

Timmy stretched out across the table to move his piece into the library and started making his accusation as to whodunit.

Ella cheekily denied having any clues before she turned to you and Curtis. “Sooo, you two have a good time?”

“Just showing Y/N the house.” Curtis was quick to reply which had you half panicking next to him but under the table, his hand rubbed against your thigh reassuring. “Tanya has a nice backyard.”

“Liar, it's just a dirt patch back there,” Ella smirked at the two of you and shared a wink with you. “Good for you two. But… you’re still getting your asses beat at Clue.”

“Bring it.” Curtis challenged her while he pressed the dice into your hand. “Give us a good roll Honey.”

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Month 03 - Newleaf

Goldenstar and Sagetooth woke early the next day and, fasting in preparation, left the SkyClan camp with Greyvoice, Robinpaw, and his mentor Charredbranch. Thankfully, the rain had stopped some time before dawn, and the warriors led them up the steep slopes towards the River of the Stars without much trouble. Most of the time was spent on what seemed to Goldenstar like an endless series of switchbacks, a necessary detour due to Sagetooth’s sprained paw. Greyvoice assured them it was probably a good idea to familiarize themself with the longer path anyway, given Sagetooth’s age. Tangletooth went this way for every half-moon gathering.

While Sagetooth didn’t seem to appreciate the comment on her age, she didn’t say much. Both she and Goldenstar spent the majority of the trip panting and focusing on their paws so as not to slip or fall. Goldenstar marveled at the ease with which the SkyClan cats made the climb. Robinpaw didn’t even look at his paws for most of it, eyes trained on the skies, likely searching for that Eagle he had mentioned.

They paused for a rest every hour or so, during which time Goldenstar was left with nothing to think about aside from her rumbling stomach. The fasting was intended to make it easier for the spirit to leave the body and travel to StarClan in dreaming, but she couldn’t help but watch the birds further down the slope and dream of chasing them down. Mouth watering, she decided she officially didn’t like fasting.

Sometime around noon, the group reached the mouth of the cave they were here to enter. It wasn’t much more than two tail lengths tall, made of smooth dark stone that twisted and tunneled deeper into the mountain.

“Here we are,” Charredbranch said, doing a quick glance for hawks or eagles. “We’ll be hunting in the area and swing back around when we’re done. Hopefully we’ll have enough to spare a meal for you when you get out.”

“That would be lovely,” Goldenstar laughed hungrily. “Good luck. We shouldn’t be too long.”

Sagetooth, already heading down the tunnel, called back, “Come on, we’re not here for small talk!”

“Right, coming!” Goldenstar called after her. Charredbranch gave her a sympathetic smile and she grinned back before bounding to catch up with Sagetooth.

They padded through the tunnel for a good long while, their paw pads making only the slightest of noise on the cool stone floor. Soon the light from outside was obscured by the twists and turns of the tunnels and they were plunged into darkness. Using their whiskers to navigate, they didn’t speak as they ventured deeper, the path slowly sloping downward. Just like the only other time she had been here, Goldenstar’s pelt prickled uneasily. It felt to her like all kinds of ghosts could creep up on them or spy from the darkness. Shuddering, she decided to strike up a conversation.

“What do you think StarClan will say?” she asked softly. Even in her attempt to make some noise, it felt wrong to talk at full volume in such hallowed passages.

“StarClan?” Sagetooth mused, “I doubt they’ll like it. But I know at least Sunstar will hear you out.”

“Good,” Goldenstar nodded to herself - it wasn’t like Sagetooth could see the gesture, “She’s the only one I really want to talk to.” Sagetooth grunted but didn’t continue the conversation. With a sigh, Goldenstar resigned herself to eerie silence.

After a while - a few minutes? Half an hour? More? It was hard to tell - her ears picked up on the sound of rushing and dripping water ahead. The sound grew louder and louder as the tunnel became thinner and shorter, squeezing down around them until she had to duck and follow behind Sagetooth single file. Still, hope bloomed in her chest as a soft blue glow started to reflect off the ridges of the smooth stone tunnels. Eventually, the light was just up ahead. The tunnel opened up into a grand chamber. Sagetooth padded down the stony bank ahead of them to the edge of a flowing river that emerged out of the rock and disappeared back into it a few meters later. Goldenstar stepped out of the tunnel and looked up, still in awe of the sight that gave the river its name.

On the roof of the cave was a spread of vibrantly glowing blue dots. They clung to the ceiling, crept down the walls, and reflected off of the dark surface of the river. Goldenstar felt like stepping into that water would cause you to be swallowed by the night sky itself. She slipped out of the tunnel and settled down beside the already loafing Sagetooth.

“Well, I’ll see you on the other side,” said the healer. She bowed her head to take a drink from the pool and Goldenstar did the same. Greedily, she lapped at the cool, stony tasting water, her empty stomach begging for anything to fill it. She forced herself to stop after a few heavy gulps and pulled back, curling into a ball against Sagetooth’s flank. She closed her eyes, took a few slow, deep breaths, and let the peace of the location take her into the depths of dreaming.

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Goldenstar sat up suddenly, surrounded by gently swaying dark blue grass. Everything around her seemed to glow with a gentle luminosity. Everything was peacefully quiet, the sound of birds singing being the only real noise. It was interesting. Last time she had been here, she had been surrounded by every cat she’d ever seen die, friends she had lost, the center of a throng of familiar faces. Now she seemed to be… alone. She sat up taller, peering over the grass and frowned.

“Hello?” she called cautiously. “Sagetooth…? Sunstar?”

No response. She stood, stretched, and looked around a bit. The place was a mirror image of RisingClan’s territory, and she knew exactly the spot she found herself in. Smiling, she took off towards the little tree near the border that Sunstar used to go to relax. She arrived shortly and, sure enough, there was Sunstar, lounging in its branches.

“Sunstar!” she trilled, picking up her pace to bound the last through meters.

“Goldensun!” purred the starry cat, lifting her head, “Or well, Goldenstar, I should say. What brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“I need some advice,” Goldenstar said. She bunched her legs underneath her and sprang up into the tree to join her former mentor.

“Well, I’ll do my best,” chuckled Sunstar, “But you really ought to learn to run the Clan without me.”

Goldenstar smiled fondly. “I promise, I’ll give you a rest after this. How much do you… see? Like do you keep eyes on us?”

“A little bit. I could see more but I’ve mostly been enjoying the peaceful season in paradise.”

“Have you seen our guest?”

“The rogue,” Sunstar nodded knowingly. “I had to get a peek. Everyone is talking about her.”

“That figures,” Goldenstar chuckled, “Smokyrose has helped her bring some concerns to me, things that worry her about Clan life.” Sunstar’s face softened at the mention of her sister but she pulled it into something more serious as Goldenstar continued. “I can tell she needs a home, that she’s… like a stranger in her own life. She seems to think I’m some tyrant who will punish her if she steps a whisker out of line. She called me ‘your excellence.’”

Sunstar laughed a bit. “I see. Interesting. So you want her to join the Clan.” Goldenstar grinned. Of course, her old mentor and closest confidant knew exactly what she was thinking.

“Yeah, but she has a few worries about the way we do things. And now that she’s pointed them out, I can’t stop seeing them.”

“Like what?”

“Well… Mainly, she thinks the Clan is designed to keep cats inside it, like to not allow them to leave.”

“Well, Is it?” asked Sunstar, and Goldenstar was taken aback by the question.

“Of course not,” she said instinctively, then, knowing what Sunstar would likely say, added, “or… at least I don’t want it to be.”

“There you go. So again, I’m gonna ask you, do you think it is designed that way?”

Goldenstar sighed. “Maybe. I don’t know. I’d like to think cats could leave any time they wanted but… she says they don’t even know they can’t leave most of the time. Or that they can leave, but if they do they get judged or… shunned. And… I mean, I hate to say it, but I think she’s right. I mean think about someone like Redleaf.” Sunstar frowned and nodded and Goldenstar continued. “My question is; what do I do about it?”

“Hmm. A good question,” Sunstar ran her tongue over her forearm thoughtfully, then passed it over one ear. “But I think you already know the answer.”

Goldenstar groaned in frustration. “Everyone keeps saying that!”

“Are they wrong?”

“I don’t know!” she cried, tail lashing. “I don’t feel like I know what to do! I can’t just… start changing things, I-”

“Why not?” asked Sunstar, stopping Goldenstar in her tracks.

“What do you mean, ‘why not?’” she starred, baffled.

“Why not?” repeated Sunstar, firmer this time. “You are Goldenstar of RisingClan! You are one of the most powerful cats living in this territory, not to mention the most stubborn, headstrong, passionate cat I know.” Goldenstar blushed a bit under the praise, even if she was upset. “All you have to do is decide to change things and you can! It sounds like Smokyrose is already on your side, and she’s an excellent mediator and a perfect cat to help you through this.”

Goldenstar sighed and shook her head. “Why do you always have to be right?”

“Cause I’m the best,” she purred, resting her chin on the back of one paw. “Tell me what you have in mind. I’m eager to hear your plans for our Clan.”

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