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[(Anonymous)]

Reposting this:

Mika/Someone

Comfort. Mika has a terrible nightmare and wakes up her partner with her distressed noises in her sleep

[(Anonymous)]

plz someone make this happen

[(Anonymous)]

oh gosh pls i will give you candy or something

sort of... combining two prompts... sorry it didn't turn out as sexy as i meant it to

[(Anonymous)]

Bertie woke to the sound of someone crying out. He was in an unfamiliar bed, achy, naked, and there was someone curled around him who was most certainly not Ienzo. He'd never been that fuzzy. The memory of last evening, tied to the bed posts with Mika turning his whole body into jelly, strikes him not unlike a freight train. For a moment, the shame of it makes him wish there had been a train - really of any variety - involved in the after.

Here he lay now, presumably in the warou woman's bed and-

"No!" Mika's claws dug into chest where she was holding him, and she pressed herself into his back, her whole body trembling. He could hear her tail lashing against the bed, and somewhere on the floor, he heard her faithful hound, Zita, begin to keen in concern.

Screeching at the poor girl probably wouldn't do a great deal of good under the circs., though the thought did cross Bertie's mind to flail out of her grasp and leg it. Instead, he hissed for the pain, and gently maneuvered so that he could grasp her hand with his.

"Ms. Whitepaws," he said, craning his neck around to try to see her in the dark, "wake up, old thing."

In response, her sharp nails stabbed in deeper, drawing blood. Bertie gasped and bucked reflexively, which set the warou to screaming and thrashing. She released him, snarling in terror and shouting something thoroughly incoherent. He rolled over so that he could face her, eyes wide, as he watched the warou woman turn her claws on herself, raking them down her bare, scarred chest.

Even the impropriety of it couldn't overcome the fear that she'd do even worse damage to herself. Her eyes were open, but she seemed to still be in the throes of whatever nightmare had a stranglehold on her. Bertie reached over to try to grab her wrists, getting up onto his knees. "Ms. Whitepaws? Ms. White- Mika! Mika, it's Bertie! I'm here, just- Argh!"

The warou's teeth were worse than her claws as she jerked up and tore into the flesh of his arm. It was worse than anything Stiffy's dog, Bartholomew had ever managed, and more in line with what he'd expect of a rabid wolf. The taste of blood on her tongue seemed to snap the woman out of whatever fit she'd been having.

Mika stopped struggling, though her breath still came in ragged heaves through her nose as she kept herself latched onto his arm. She blinked several times to clear her tear-blurred vision and finally turned her half-wild gaze on Bertie. When he met her eyes with his own, she released him, going limp.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, voice hoarse. He saw her eyes flick to his arm, then away. Mika grimaced. "I'm sorry."

Satisfied that she was at least awake now, Bertie let go of her wrists and quickly laid back down, dragging the covers up over his chest and arm to hide the blood. It wouldn't do much for hiding it when she had to change the sheets, but out of sight, out of mind for the moment. He did have one good arm, at least, and he reached out to her, lacing his fingers with one of her slack hands to offer some comfort.

"No need for apologies, old girl. I daresay I've snapped at the frightfully rude person or two to wake me from a dream without bothering to ask for permission." He tried to make light, but he could see that her eyes deadened, in the dark. Bertie shifted closer, letting go of her hand and tentatively moving to wrap her in a one-armed embraced. Propriety be damned after what they'd done.

His movements were halting at first, but he grew more confident when she didn't pull away. It did worry him intensely, it was as though the life had oozed out of her. He heard Mika's dog whining again and glanced over the woman to see Zita licking Mika's hand where it lay hanging off the bed.

"Mika?" he said, voice soft again. He didn't know what to say. She was putting up no resistance now, but that was almost worse. Well, best try anything that came to mind. "Mika, old thing, it's fine. I'm not hurt." He was, but it would be fine in a few minutes. Probably. "Not properly, anyway. What was that all about? Come now, my dear Whitepaws, what's happened?"

"A nightmare," she replied, voice still shaky. The warou still didn't look at him. When that seemed to be all that was forthcoming, Bertie tried the next best option he could think of: a kiss.

It was, perhaps, not his best work, but blood tended to put a fellow off, especially when it was his own. She did respond to it, though, eyes blinking wide in confusion. When he broke away, she was staring at him like he was insane.

"Er..."

"I just bit you."

"You were doing rather a lot worse last night, I fancy. It's really no matter - magical healing and all that rot."

"Bertie, I didn't mean to hurt you, not this time, I-"

He silenced her with another kiss, this time feeling bolder as he stroked his hand down her back. It was just something for comfort, he insisted to himself, and indeed, she seemed to relax ever-so-slightly. Would petting her ears work better?

"It's all right, Mika. I've certainly had worse than a bite before." He chanced the ears, moving his hand upward instead of down. She stiffened, then relaxed again. Zita barked, then hopped up on the bed, stepping over and on top of them, trying to insinuate herself to lick Mika's face.

Bertie moved away to make room for the hound in gentlemanly fashion. Mika and Zita both whined in unison.

"Don't stop, please." Her tall ears flicked back and down, and he heard her tail begin to swish behind her.

"This is a bit harder with three," Bertie grumbled good-naturedly, trying to find a place to situate himself to pet the warou woman, but Zita had claimed the pillow next to her head and seemed unwilling to move.

Mika huffed in what he thought might be a laugh. "You have no idea, Bertie."

As he was shifting, he found her legs tangling with his and then he was getting pulled in close again, Zita's stomach becoming his pillow. The hound barked, but didn't have much else to say about the arrangement.

"Mika, I think I might have a bit of trouble explaining this to Ienzo," he said at length, once he'd taken to stroking her ears again. He scoffed. "I suppose I'll have to tell him it was a nightmare."

Mika took her turn to kiss him this time, her long tongue moving into his mouth this time and leaving him breathless afterward. "It turned out all right, though," she said, and though she still looked close to tears and her limbs still trembled ever so slightly, he hoped she was right.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

oh my gosh i am crying that was fantastic, thank you ;;

o o p s i forgot the smut

[(Anonymous)]

The darkness closed in on her like a vice, heavy and crushing and suffocating. The events were almost always different but the place was always the same. The damn town, cold and rotting and tonight wasn't any different. She never slept well, and she couldn't sleep deeply when she didn't feel the solid cushions either at her side or her back. Echos of screams and half-buried memories of violent shaking had her grasping for something that wasn't there.

It started with a faint whimper. Flinching from unseen blows and grasping, rotten fingers that were sure to rend her. The whimpers turned to cries, choked sobs as hands gripped at her, pulling at her, carpet buckling beneath her feet in her attempts to run, snarling around her ankles and dragging her backward toward the things she was desperately trying to escape.

It was inevitable, it was always inevitable.

But tonight it was worse.

The floor buckled beneath her and suddenly she was plunged into an icy wet tomb. The water made her lungs burn, she struggled to swim but all her limbs were leaden in the deathly cold. Held back no matter how she struggled, something lashed out from the depths below her and her thigh exploded in fire as it sank its fangs deep into the flesh and tore it away.

Her screams were silent, muffled by the water that rushed into her mouth and choked her, though it was the sudden crushing sensation of being bitten nearly in half and jerked sideways that had her bolting upright and screaming.

She wasn't even fully conscious, Zita's cries were distorted into the furious howls of an onryou, the arms that enveloped her were mistaken for ones that were cold and rotting. Delirious and terrified, her claws and fangs struck at everything within reach, sobbing and screaming in terror even as she was dragged back down to the mattress, soothing noises being murmured into the fur behind her ears as the clammy sweat was wiped from her brow and she was held close to a warm body, feeling their pulse against her skin.

She could smell blood, though she couldn't tell if it was hers or someone else's, her hands were gripping the arm wrapped loosely around her waist in a white-knuckled grip as her claws dug into the flesh. They were saying something to her but the words didn't make sense, and it wasn't until Zita climbed onto the bed and curled up against her chest that Mika finally stopped shaking. Wrapping her arms around the German Shepherd, she said nothing, simply clutching the patient dog and staring wide-eyed into the distance as she tried to will the dreams away.

Fingertips brushed across the edge of the scar on her side and Mika nearly screamed, flinching away from the warmth behind her and clutching Zita so tightly that the dog whimpered in pain. She didn't notice when the tears had started, she just buried her face in Zita's fur and willed the night to end.

[(Anonymous)]

these were not at all the feels I was expectingggg