The tides of Draco’s accidental magic pull him under and leave him gasping. There’s a hungry ache that sits deep in his bones, growing worse every day. Soon it’s all he’ll be, a starving skeleton clawing at its throat.
He needs a solution. Unfortunately, that solution looks an awful lot like Harry Potter.
I hope to God that Hogwarts Eighth Year counts as an AU because I just HAD TO include this fic. And while it’s still anonymous no less!
As you know from my day 7 rec I absolutely adore bond fics – and this one de-li-vers. It has all the elements of the trope – the forced proximity, the resulting change of dynamics, the h/c in between, the yearning later on!
The boys are actually pretty mature in this characterisation so they get over themselves relatively quickly (not without hiccups of course, not with our Harry dearest responding to Draco coming out as gay with "That's nice" xd Which is why I used the word mature; I guess you can be that and still completely clueless xd).
Relationship angst aside, we get to focus on the plot and the mistery of the magic exchange between Harry and Draco. And what an alluring take on magical theory it takes! It reminded me of Beholden by @faith2wood (which I have recced as my day 12 fic) and I mean it as a huge complement <3
One more aspect of the writing I have to highlight is the delightful way the boys feel each other’s magic is described:
His magic is a cool breeze on Draco’s cheeks.
It has his heart rabbiting, a sudden swell of magic rising in his chest. It’s less a roar this time and more a crashing wave, rushing up his spine and across his shoulders, drawing blood to his cheeks. He tries to breathe with it and finds he can—an easy breath that feels soothing in his lungs.
Potter’s magic, filling the air again now that he’s close, feels horribly like crawling into his bed at home.
His presence is like standing with your eyes closed in the warm spring air and still knowing exactly where the sun is.
And then they refer to it as „their” magic and suddenly they can feel each other’s emotions and SHARE DREAMS and I am melted into the floor. Now imagine the sex scenes with all the magic between them. You’re welcome ^^
Quotes and spoilers under the cut as I was live-commenting this fic as I was reading, I have to do this more often!
Thank you once again for the prompt @hprecfest and see you in the next one! (I'm pretending I am not a week late with these ^^)
“Draco.” His name, gentle and cajoling, chills him. It was his mother who said it last, wasn’t it? I love you, Draco, half caught on a sob as they passed each other between trials “Something has happened to your magic.”
Was that really necessary 😭😭😭
Where the rest of the world still feels a touch too much, this is a too much he craves.
Draco bby 🤍
Potter’s anger flares into the room suddenly and Draco shivers at the heat it sends over his skin. Finally.
“Why do you keep following me around?”
“As it so happens, I’ll die if I don’t.”
Potter’s jaw ticks. “You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Then use the proper tense, Potter. I know you’re a bit dull, but—” He has Draco by his shirt collar in the next second, and Draco can’t help but grin. “There you are.”
*Soft Dom!Draco has entered the conversation*
“What are you looking for in the Forest?”
“You cry in your sleep.”
Communication skills at your finest Harry, good job xd
Draco is on the cliff edge again. His bed is behind him, lonely, safe. Cold. And in front of him, staggering, terrifying: Potter.
Jump baby jump!!!
„No one to tuck you in and tell you how special you are?”
Potter’s face falls, silence with it. Draco feels a sudden chord of pain in his magic. He swallows down the need to fix it.
Yes, please, fix it!!
They don’t breathe a word of it during the day, but the bags under Potter’s eyes are finally fading. Now, Draco simply lifts his duvet in offering when Potter comes out of the bathroom and he crawls in without a word, always a careful distance between them, always a studied silence until they both fall asleep.
Oh my, the “all is normal in daylight as long as we don’t talk about the in between ” 😅
„He doesn’t want to be whole if whole means not with Harry.”
do you know of a fic where Draco and Harry got accidentally mind bonded during dada when Neville did legilimency wrong and it’s smutty and a lot of chapters I think?
Mental by sara_holmes. Rated Mature, word count 186k.
Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley & Christopher Diaz & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Evan "Buck" Buckley, Omega Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), puppy, Christopher Diaz is a Sweetheart, Protective Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Established Relationship, Some bad language, But Not Much
Series: Part 3 of My anchor a/b/o, Part 19 of Buddie tropetember 2021
Summary:
Tropetember day 24 prompt bonding fic
This lies within my alpha Buck omega Eddie verse
The one where Buck and Christopher rescue a puppy and Eddie can’t resist them - whilst Buck has a bit of an alpha meltdown over his ability to be a father.
“Mr. Potter.” Malfoy’s voice startles Harry so much he drops his wand underneath his desk, and that really isn’t good. He’s supposed to be an Auror, he can’t just go around dropping his wand.
“Malfoy,” Harry says. He tries to keep his tone neutral, but the truth is he’s furious that Malfoy has ignored him for the entire lesson and has only now, at the worst possible moment, decided to disturb Harry. “What do you want?”
Harry’s wrist suddenly feels warm, and he itches to look at it. Fuck, what if the spell did do something? It suddenly feels like a terrible idea to cast a spell Snape had designed for his mom. For all Harry knows it’s some creepy birth control spell Snape made in a fit of delusional thinking.
Still angry.
Harry hears the words like a whisper in his ear and he jumps, head twisting to the side so fast his neck twinges in protest. Of course, there isn’t anyone there. The voice had clearly been Malfoy’s, and he’s thankfully not standing behind Harry whispering in his ear. He’s standing right in front of Harry saying something at a normal volume.
“What?” Harry looks up at Malfoy. “What did you just say?”
“I said, I was hoping you would stay behind after class. I have something I would like to discuss with you.”
Harry’s wrist turns ice cold for a second and then the sensations stop entirely. He needs to look at it, and he needs Malfoy to go away so he can do it in peace.
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” he says, rubbing at the fabric that covers his wrist. “Can I go back to my brewing now?”
Still hates me.
Harry twitches and refuses the urge to look in the direction the softly spoken words are coming from. It’s Malfoy’s voice, but his lips aren’t moving. Harry resists the urge to run out of the room in a panicked search for Hermione, but only just. When Malfoy finally walks past him to chat with whoever’s sat down behind him, Harry pulls his sleeve up and stares in horror at the gold tattoo that circles his wrist. Fuck.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Grounds for Divorce
Tepre @tepre
Chapters: 10/10
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Also briefly:, Harry Potter/Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character(s), But not to worry they will eventually get their shit together
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Just your regular Hogwarts gang
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Pining, UST, Anal Sex, brief but all the same enthusiastic rimming, One (1) lemon tree, Accidental Bonding, And I mean like U! S! T!, Jealousy, Deals with Trauma, They both top at some point, ron is a good friend, Draco is a Good Cook, Dubious Consent due to the Accidental Bonding, The actual SLOWEST burn, Hurt/Comfort, Have I mentioned UST? Cannot overstate this it’s like A LOT, First there’s frottage, And then there’s more sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, and just a lot of sex, sex on a bed, sex in the shower, sex on the floor, Sex on a settee, In other news they go to Egypt, Teddy is a Small Bean, There is one (1) cat, and one (1) happy ending
Summary:
Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter.
A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.
Excerpt:
Malfoy appeared in the doorway in his buttoned-up pyjamas. Navy, silk, patterned with little golden sorting hats. He looked impossibly young, standing barefoot in the doorway, holding himself carefully, eyes sunken like he hadn’t slept a wink.
“Are they gone?”
Harry’s heart thumped heavily. He should’ve asked Ron and Hermione to stay, he thought wildly, wondering why he hadn’t — why he hadn’t realised the danger. He glanced at the fireplace, calculating, and Malfoy took that as a yes.
“Malfoy—” Harry started, but Malfoy was moving, still uneven on his feet. He skirted a chair and the coffee table and Harry was hit with the image of him in the darkness of St Mungo’s, stumbling toward Harry’s bed. The Bond responded by clamping down on his lungs, making it hard to breathe, and by sending a pulse of need down his spine. His vision blurred just as Malfoy clambered over him — knees on the couch, on each side of Harry’s thighs, straddling him.
The first touch of Malfoy’s hands to Harry’s neck had them both gasping. There it was, as sweet as the first time: relief, the retreating tide of an ache leaving only pleasure in its wake, only a deeper cavern of desire.
“Merlin,” Malfoy said, digging his hands into Harry’s hair. Harry put his hands to Malfoy’s hips, lifted his knees, and Malfoy fell closer, his chest pressing against Harry’s, and if it there had been any doubt before — if there had been any ambiguity as to what this Bond was, what it wanted — there was no way around it now.
Malfoy ground down, forehead against Harry’s temple, slack-jawed and panting against his jaw. He’d showered and he smelled like Harry’s soap. His hair was still damp at the tips where it brushed against Harry’s neck.
“Jesus,” Harry whispered. His hands moved under Malfoy’s silk pyjamas, clutching at his hot skin. He palmed his ribs and the Bond roared. They both felt it, they both groaned with it — Malfoy pushing down into Harry’s lap, Harry tilting his head back. He was hard in his track bottoms, grinding up against Malfoy’s arse. He wanted to pause what they were doing, had no idea how. The room was familiar and unfamiliar all at once — Malfoy’s weight on him a strange new thing. Harry’s mind cottoned over with it, a cold sweat breaking out over his shoulders, down his spine.
Malfoy held the nape of his neck, thumbs to the jut of his jaw. He mouthed at Harry’s throat, running his teeth over his Adam’s apple. He tilted Harry back to face him and tried to kiss him, hot and open-mouthed, but Harry turned his head. Malfoy’s lips were messy against his cheek.
“Do we have to—” Harry started the question, strained, but couldn’t finish. Malfoy was picking up the pace, grinding down and pushing forward, rutting his own erection against Harry’s stomach through his silken bottoms — through Harry’s jumper.
“Dunno, Lord,” Malfoy said, breath hitching as Harry palmed his hips, guiding them to move in rhythm with his. “Let me,” Malfoy urged, opening his mouth against Harry’s jaw, up to the corner of his mouth. “I need …”
When Malfoy tried to kiss him again, Harry didn’t stop him — let him kiss his upper lip, his bottom lip; let him tilt his head so their tongues could slide together. It was hot, and wet, and the Bond swelled, heated between them. The roll of their hips picked up in pace, and everything turned heady, just a shade off of unreal.
Malfoy half broke the kiss, his mouth still open against Harry’s, gasping faster now — his ah, ah, ahs puffing close to Harry’s lips. Something in Harry gave in at the sound of it, at the breathy pitch of it. He was half aware of his movements as he made them, lifting Malfoy just enough to flip them both over — to get Malfoy flat on his back on the couch and settle between his legs.
Malfoy groaned, back arching, knees falling open. Harry dug one hand under his shirt again and circled his ribs, then brought it to Malfoy’s lower back to urge him faster. Malfoy needed little encouragement — he rutted up wildly, pulling Harry down for an open-mouthed kiss. The Bond liked that — liked their mouths together.
Harry bit Malfoy’s lip, then bit at his jaw. He could feel Malfoy’s cock twitch through the layers of cloth. He buried his face in Malfoy’s neck to nip and suck at the spot where Malfoy’s pulse raced under his skin. Malfoy jerked upwards and came, just like that, with a sob and a cry. Harry’s hips snapped in answer, and still — still, heady and confused in his arousal, he was reluctant to let go. Was holding back somehow, and managed to hold back for all of a few short moments before his orgasm tumbled out of him, unbidden. He gasped, panting against Malfoy’s skin.
“Lord,” Malfoy whispered, almost a laugh. He sounded panicked. His hands were still fists in Harry’s hair. “Merlin. God.”
Harry’s body buzzed. All the pain was gone. He felt good — better than ever. The Bond thrummed contentedly through his bloodstream. His heart, in contrast, had shrunk in on itself, was wrapping itself in something vile.
All I Want For Christmas Is You (Naked) - Chapter 12
For @chiaroscuroverse for @dwsecretsanta! Finally chapter (technically) but there’s an epilogue that’ll be up on Wednesday (and quite frankly will be the longest part of the whole story. Oh well.)
Hopefully this makes up for the last chapter... ;)
Eventually, Rose pulled herself together and headed for the powder room, doing her best to destroy the evidence of tears. Going back to the drawing room, she put on a cheerful smile before she walked through the door.
“Rose! There you are,” Mo exclaimed from where she and Jackie were bent over a table. “Come help, we’re trying to start making decisions for the wedding!”
Taking a shaky breath, Rose put her own situation firmly out of mind and settled down to help.
“Where’s the Doctor?” Jackie asked, eyes narrowing at her daughter.
“He’s… the Doctor,” she ultimately shrugged, and the look on her face must have convinced the two women to leave the subject alone.
“Right,” Mo said brusquely, “first thing’s the date. I’m thinking June – thoughts?”
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Eventually they reconvened with Algy in the dining room, settling in for lunch. The third time the server gave Rose a nervous look, she snapped.
“What?!” Her tone drew the attention of the other three quickly; Algy looked panicked, Mo worried, and Jackie suspicious.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I was just wondering if your companion would be joining you for luncheon?” The maid asked, eyes wide.
“No,” Rose bit out. “He won’t.”
“Certainly, ma’am. I only ask because he’s been sitting outside for hours, and it’s freezing cold. The butler was worried.”
There was a dull rushing in Rose’s ears. “Outside? He’s been outside for hours?”
“Yes, ma’am, down at the gate. Reggie, the butler, tried to talk to him but he, uh, wasn’t receptive.” The girl’s attitude relaxed when Rose’s tone lost its bite.
She sat there for a moment, frozen, as she tried to process what the girl was saying.
“Rose? What’s going on?” Her mother’s voice broke the fog, and she shoved her chair back to all but leap across the room.
“Thank you!” she called over her shoulder, dashing out the hall, through the door, and down the drive without stopping for a coat.
Skidding to a stop at the gate, her heart pounding had nothing to do with the cold or exertion, and everything to do with the Time Lord sitting on the low brick wall surrounding the property.
She didn’t say anything, just staring at him as he resolutely ignored her.
Finally, perhaps understanding it was up to him to break the silence, he spoke. “Couldn’t do it.”
He laughed bitterly, breath puffing in the frigid air. “Ironic, isn’t it? Me, unable to leave. It’s all I’ve ever done – for centuries. Pop in, try to help, make a mess, and head off before anyone starts the cleanup. Just a drive through. And yet I can’t seem to make myself leave here.”
“I don’t expect you to marry me,” Rose finally said, hopping up next to him. It was even colder with nothing to block the wind, but she was too stubborn to jump back down. “Everything was fine, until Algy proposed. Are you thinking I want that? Because I don’t, not really. I mean, sometimes I think it’d be nice, but it’s really the partnership I want. I mean it – I want what we have. I want you. Whatever relationship form that takes.”
He made a strangled, choking sound. “Oh, Rose, don’t you understand? I wasn’t running because I don’t want to marry you – I was running because I do.”
She inhaled sharply, bowled over by the confession. “But then why-”
“I’m nine hundred years old,” he interrupted. “Probably more, I lost track a good long while ago. You, your species – you’re lucky to make it to ten percent of that. And I’m still young, relatively. Only about middle age for a Time Lord. The problem isn’t that I don’t want you, it’s how badly I do. Because today, in a year, five years, if you live to be a hundred – it’s still a fraction of my remaining lifetime. The blink of an eye. I don’t know if I can survive losing you then. Blimey, I can’t even survive it now, and I was only a thousand feet away.”
“So what’s the answer?” she asked quietly. “What happens? You can’t go, you won’t stay – what am I supposed to do with that?” A sharp wind blew, and she couldn’t contain the shiver. Turning to her for the first time, his eyes widened as he took her in.
“Bloody fucking hell, Rose, it’s below freezing out here and you’re not even in a coat!” He quickly shrugged off his leather jacket, helping her into it and zipping it up. It helped block the wind, but he’d been out here for ages and didn’t have much in the way of body heat to begin with.
“Don’t yell at me,” she ordered through chattering teeth.
The Doctor shook his head in fond exasperation. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You dying’s not on my must-see list, but if you’re going to pop off at least do it when I’m out of range of your mother,” he complained, jumping down before turning to help her. He led her up the drive and back into the house.
Jackie was waiting just inside the door, and he pushed past her. “Not now, Jackie.”
Never one to listen, the woman followed him up the stairs, nagging. “Where’ve you been? What’s wrong with her? What’s going on?”
He’d never been so glad to see their bedroom door, and he managed to get Rose and himself in without Jackie following.
“I’ll take care of her,” he snapped, before slamming the door in her face and turning to Rose. “Come ‘ere, love.” He guided her to the floor in front of the fire, stoking the flames quickly before pulling the duvet off the bed. His superior senses could still smell the sex on it from their morning romp, though it felt like centuries before. Wrapping it around Rose’s shoulders he curled behind her, pulling her into his grip. Kissing her forehead, he sighed in relief.
“You’re not hypothermic, but you would’ve been given another ten minutes. Why would you be so reckless?”
Rose shrugged, the movement almost lost beneath the heavy layers. She nestled her head below his chin. “I didn’t want to wait,” she murmured, staring into the fire. “What if you were waiting for me, and gave up?”
His breathing hitched. “I will never give up,” he promised softly.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered in response.
He nuzzled his cheek against her temple and she gasped, jerking upright. “What was that?”
The Doctor stared at her, perplexed. He’d brushed his mind against hers just as a surface check, but she shouldn’t have been able to feel it. It happened accidentally, sometimes, usually when he lost control as they made love. She’d never noticed before, or at least had never said anything.
“What was what?” He played dumb, hearts racing.
“It was like- it was like- did you hear singing, or somethin’?” She screwed up her face, the memory of it already fading. “It was like I could, I dunno, feel you. Like when we make love.”
That answered that question, and he was momentarily annoyed she’d never told him until he considered all that he’d never told her. “Rose…”
“Aren’t you telepathic?” She finally connected the dots, scrambling up on her knees, back to the fire.
“I…”
“You are!” She gasped, and he grimaced. Her freakout on Platform One rushed to the forefront of his mind, and he prepared himself for a repeat.
“Am I?”
That was unexpected, and he marginally relaxed. “What?”
“Am I telepathic?” She demanded, eyes wide. “Is that why I could feel you?”
“Yes, I’m telepathic,” he said carefully. “I don’t think you are – you shouldn’t be, at least. And you shouldn’t be able to feel me, either. Not that I’m in your head ever; it’s just sometimes my control slips when I’m…”
“About to orgasm?” Rose provided helpfully, and altogether too calmly for the subject matter.
“Yes.”
“What does it mean, that I can feel you?”
“I don’t know,” he replied, distracted. There was something about her question, tied to the way she almost glowed golden in front of the fire that tugged at his time senses. They weren’t nearly as strong as his previous body, but something told him this was a point in flux that could have far-reaching repercussions.
“Time Lords are telepathic,” she said slowly, almost as though repeating it. “You would hear other Time Lords in your mind – is that how your species married?”
“Yes,” the Doctor blurted. He was too taken aback by her knowing that to obfuscate. “Rose, what’s going on?”
She shook her head, and it seemed like the universe righted itself. The strange feeling disappeared as quickly as it came, and she blinked at him.
“Doctor?”
“Marry me,” he blurted, and the timelines seemed to freeze, and then dance just out of his view.
“Wha- seriously? Are you kiddin’? Two hours ago-!”
“I know,” he admitted, “but I was scared. Running’s my default, remember? But I love you, and it’s worth it. A day, a millennium – it’s worth it.”
“When you say marry, do you mean bond our minds together, like I felt a minute ago?”
“Yes.” The Doctor exhaled a shaky breath. “But closer. We’d see each other’s very souls. Our thoughts would be private, but… there’d be no hiding who we are. Not really.”
Rose sat there quietly, staring at him with a thoughtful look on her face for several long minutes.
Just as he was about to change his mind, she said, “okay.”
“Okay?” he repeated, eyes widening.
She nodded. “What do I need to do?”
“Do you realize what you’re committing to?” he asked desperately, hope igniting in his chest.
“You,” Rose said simply. “For the rest of my life.”
The strange energy was building in the room again, and he rather thought time itself was invested in this moment.
He wouldn’t be the Doctor if he didn’t argue at getting his way, and he spent the next ten minutes trying to talk her out of it.
When she wouldn’t budge, merely smiling softly at him, he gave in to what he wanted; what they both wanted, apparently.
“If you’re sure.”
“What do I need to do?” she repeated calmly.
He rather thought he might be losing his mind, but if he was losing it to her it would all be worth it. He settled two fingertips on either temple, and she copied him.
Carefully walking her through the steps, he marveled at every turn at how… clean her mind was. He’d been in multiple humans’ minds along the way, but none had ever felt so, so… Time Lord-y. Something nudged him away from that thought, and he realized that it was a puzzle only to be solved by living it. Guiding her to the very core of them, he showed her how to bond their essences together.
It could have been seconds or hours, but eventually they each pulled back with a gasp.
“Did it work?” Rose demanded, staring at him with wide eyes. “Are we… married? Bonded? Whatever?”
Can you feel me, sweetheart? He asked, stretching mental muscles that hadn’t been used since he’d ended the war.
“Oh!” she gasped, mouth dropping open. Doctor?
Hello, he murmured in her mind, smiling at the awe she was projecting.
“What’s so funny?” she asked aloud, jaw dropping further when he giggled.
The Doctor giggled!
“I’m so happy,” he said softly, pushing the joy and wonder he felt to her.
She gasped again, eyes watering as she brought her hand to her mouth. “Can you read my mind?”
He considered. “Can you hear what I’m thinking?”
Concentrating, she could feel his giddiness, but hear nothing. “No.”
“Now?”
She reached out again, not sure she was doing it right until she got a vivid image of their lovemaking from that morning from his point of view. She moaned quietly at the vision, and arousal flooded through her as she felt his own grow.
“I love you,” she said clearly, sending the emotion towards him as well.
He shifted uncomfortably. “This will take some getting used to, and we’ll have to practice for you to control it,” he said delicately.
Rose frowned. “Have I already done something wrong?”
“Not… wrong,” he bit his lip. “But, uh, I think you were trying to show me you love me?” She nodded. “You, ah, sent your love for… a specific part of me instead. And how you, er, show that love.”
Suddenly she understood, and flushed. “Well, I do, but I- that was supposed to be you as a person, not your…”
“I figured,” he smirked.
A pounding on the door interrupted them, and the Doctor shook his head. “We should show her you’re all right,” he stood, offering her his hand.
“Oh, I’m fantastic,” Rose said confidently, rising to stand next to her- husband?!
Her delight filtering through the bond made him laugh with happiness.
“Me too. Shall we?”
Arm in arm, they headed across the room to answer the door, and their future, the only way they knew how.
Yeye,some Kyle and Jenna bonding...For fuck’s sake please don’t ship this they’re literally owner and pet,therefore family
Basic plot summary - Jenna got hurt by one of Lizzy’s underlings and Kyle goes into owner mode (I’m kinda (read- most surely) ripping off a story from Archive of our own where Crash got hurt and Neo patched him up hahaha I can’t think of anything on my fucking own)
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I sat down,clutching my arm.
A whimper must’ve escaped,because I heard Kyle sigh impatiently.
“What now,you stupid mutt?”
“Erm...Nothing. Don’t mind me...I’m just...Tired,is a-”
“Nice try,idiot,” she said angerily “but I can see you bleeding. Get your furry ass over here.”
I got up and stumbled a little.
Kyle almost ran towards me.
When I managed to get to her,she tore off some of her lab coat.
“But...That’s y-”
“I don’t give a damn,General. Bleeding out is a nasty way to go...Now,I know this isn’t exactly the best either,but uh...I’m not really well rounded in the medical field,so...”
I tilted my head slightly. She didn’t usually speak softly,caringly or the like towards me. She also never called me by my name through out this whole thing...My real name,might I add...
“Now then. Let’s go find Ash and Tami-tam.”
I smiled and nodded.
“Yeah! L-Ow!”
“Does it hurt?”
“...Yeah,kinda. But I’ll be fine.”
“Let’s hope...”
I laughed.
“Don’t worry! I’m Jenna Wolf! I’m practically made of iron!”
She shook her head but smiled slightly.
“Stupid mutt...”
