Time to go back a few years and crack the breezejay glow stick that is my brain also imma keep this human au hcs probably unless I say otherwise
Lets begin with the start of their relationship
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Breezepelt fell first but Jayfeather fell harder
Jayfeather realized he had feelings when once, in his dreams (which somehow he thought were reality) Breezepelt was standing by the river and took his shirt off, revealing a lot of scars and muscle but also Breezepelt was thin, clearly slightly malnourished. Jayfeather saw this and blushed bright red.
Little did he know that the Breezepelt in that dream wasn't just Jayfeathers imagination but actual Breezepelt
Ever since then, Breezepelt has been slightly flirty on the off chance they're alone but still an asshole
After some time when Breezepelt started working on himself, he went to the moonpool. Asleep next to it was Jayfeather, in all his beauty with his face relaxed for once instead of in a sarcastic scowl.
Breezepelt thought back to the last time they were at the moonpool, that time was a lot more dangerous, but, this time, both were there for one thing. Guidance from Starclan.
Breezepelt decides to sit beside him, keeping him safe instead. Then, soon, Jayfeather woke up.
Breezepelt gave him a soft greeting and helped him up, they quietly talked as Jayfeather reluctantly agreed to let him walk with him to Thunderclan territory.
There was a bit of anger, tears, disagreements, agreements, forgiveness, apologies....and maybe a purposeful wrong turn to a hidden cabin.
One may think Breezepelt led Jayfeather here to harm him and lied to him about being sorry just a few seconds ago, but Jayfeather was the one who brought them there.
Jayfeather soon explains that this was a cabin he found and slowly was trying his best to restore on his own to make a nice little space for himself to relax.
Why did he bring Breezepelt here?
"It's getting late, unless you haven't noticed. I want to get some actual, non-star clan-interrupted sleep and you do too."
"Why would you let me stay with you though? You're not scared I'd kill you in your sleep?"
"You're a cat who, albeit, has done many messed up things, rarely goes back on his words...even if they are about the mouse-brained things you've done."
Breezepelt knows Jayfeather is right, and he also just apologized to Jayfeather so, it'd be a bad idea to go back on his word already to try and ruin that
The two are about ready to sleep, Breezepelt takes a futon-like mattress on the floor and Jayfeather takes the couch. That was until Jayfeather fell asleep and Breezepelt realized he had no blanket. Breezepelt quietly opened his knapsack which was of good size. It carried spare food, a change of clothes, a weapon or two, but most importantly, a small pillow and a surprisingly big blanket that Breezepelt jammed in there like a kid trying to close an overstuffed closet
He struggles to get the blanket out of the bag without spilling out everything else and making a loud noise, but, once he gets the blanket and also the pillow out, he goes up to Jayfeather, lifts his head, places the pillow underneath and puts the blanket onto his body.
Jayfeathers hands hold onto the blanket after a moment and even in his sleeping state, Breezepelt can tell Jayfeather feels slightly better and he goes to lay back down on his mattress.
..." I am still awake, y'know. I don't fall asleep fast like you do."
Breezepelt almost jumped, "Then why didn't you say anything?!"
Jayfeather paused, yawning, curling up into the blanket, "The blanket is nice...it feels like some type of yarn or string...Did you make it yourself?"
Breezepelt blushed with embarrassment, "Yeah. I was bored and decided to learn how to make blankets. Why? Gonna make fun of me for it or something?"
"No, mouse brain. I was going to say keep doing it. The blankets are soft."
Breezepelt said nothing in response, only stammered and blushed. He buried his face into his own pillow and soon went to sleep
When the sun came up, so did Breezepelt. He woke up far earlier than Jayfeather would on an off-day like this. Breezepelt would have let him sleep in but he knew Thunderclan would get annoyed without their medicine cat...and also, Breezepelt is a little shit.
Jayfeather left a small space on the couch, just big enough for Breezepelt to sit on, so, Breezepelt sat down, laid on Jayfeathers chest, and booped his nose, when Jayfeather scrunched up his face as a reaction, Breezepelt smirked
"Good morning sleepy head~"
Jayfeather knew right away what Breezepelt was doing, but also decided to be a little shit, just in the more flustering kind of way
Jayfeather wrapped his arms around Breezepelt and pretended to still be asleep as he held the now strawberry-colored Breezepelt just laid his head on Jayfeathers chest
"I...guess we can sleep a while longer."
The two lay there for what felt like hours which was really about five minutes until Jayfeather spoke up
"Who let you be so nice to hold?"
"....Yknow, with how thin and bony I am, I find that hard to believe."
Jayfeather shrugs, "It makes it easier to wrap my arms around you, but I still want you to eat more. You're the size of a twig."
Breezepelt laughed and adjusted to lay by Jayfeathers shoulder. Even if Jayfeather couldn't see him, He knew how intimate this whole day and last night were even if that wasn't the original idea (or maybe it was)
Jayfeather wanted to ask so many questions such as 'What are we?' But, they both knew.
"...So, does this sleepy head not even get a good morning kiss?"
Breezepelt hummed, "Mm...yeah, I suppose so...If you want one, anyway."
Jayfeather said nothing, just turning his head and closing his eyes, waiting patiently. Breezepelt gave him a very shy, hesitant kiss
"Thats a kiss? Really?"
Breezepelt stammered, clearly embarrassed, "Oi! I don't do kisses very often!"
Jayfeather snuggled in and gave Breezepelt a kiss that told of more experience, even just a slight bit more.
"Mmh...Your lips feel nice on me.." Breezepelt said softly, letting Jayfeather continue the kisses, leaning in closer
As they shared kisses, Breezepelts voice was careful as he said, "What...is this?"
"What do you mean?" Jayfeather said, a little annoyed that the romance was cut off by the need for serious conversation that they knew they needed
"What are we doing? I mean, we're half-brothers! We can't be kissing like this! The clans will think we're gross....Hell! I tried to kill you!"
Jayfeather touched his cheek gently, "And? I forgave you, mouse-brain," He paused for a moment, "When you look at me what's the first emotion you feel?"
Breezepelt blushed softly, hugging him, "Love. I feel love. I feel affection. I feel...Happy."
Jayfeather laughed softly. "Those are a lot of "first emotion"'s..."
Breezepelt kissed his cheek, "It's your fault you're so cute..."
Hey! So this was my first time writing a Hat Films slash-fic so I hope it’s alright. I’m really into teacher aus so I tried one of those, (warning: it’s really cliche). It’s not the best thing I’ve ever written, but, hey, practice makes perfect.
Enjoy!
It was a great relief when he reached his classroom. He sunk down into his chair, dropping his jumble of papers on the desk in front of him. Shortly after he began sorting and working through the papers, the door swung open and in strolled a short, brunette man.
"Ross!" he exclaimed "I hear, from an anonymous source, that you finally got some,"
Ross glared up at the uninvited guest, who was now leaning on Ross’ desk, face to face with him. “Hello to you too, Chris,”
Chris rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, muttering a greeting. “Come on, gimmie details,”
Ross sighed, leaning back in his chair to look up at Chris. “We just went to the movies, nothing more,” he hesitated before asking, “Who told you that we shagged?”
"Well, I mean, he didn’t say it specifically, but when Alex said that you guys went out last night, I made my assumptions,"
This time it was Ross’ turn to roll his eyes. “Trust you to make assumptions like that,” he laughed, slightly nervously, while remarking “And I suppose you’ve told all the staff that we shagged, now, eh?”
Chris starting laughing with him, however Ross’ laugh faded out when he sensed the apprehension in Chris’ laugh.
"You fucking twat," Ross muttered, slamming his hands on the desk as he stood up. He started storming towards the door, but halfway there he was interrupted by the sharp trill of the school bell, causing him to sigh and return to his desk, shooting the middle finger at Chris as he past him.
"See you later, Horny" Chris shot over his shoulder as he pushed past the arriving students, receiving an angry mumble in return.
Once the students had all taken their seats, Ross stood and called out for quiet.
"Right, so today we’ll be continuing with our film studies. You should all be well into your projects now, if you have any questions, just come see me,"
A hand in the back of the class shot up as soon as he’d finished speaking.
"Yes, Ms. Mackenzie?" he sighed.
The owner of the hand leaned back in her chair, folding her arms.
"Are you dating Mr. Smith?" she asked excitedly.
This question caused an uproar of chatter and followup questions, such as “Are you banging?!” and “Horny’s stiff for Smith!”. This went on for countless minutes before Ross broke.
"QUIET!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, causing an abrupt end to the chatter. Ross took a few deep breaths before calmly stating "None of you have any business in my personal life. This classroom is a learning and working environment, not a gossip center,"
"But you are totes stiff for Smith," came a voice from somewhere in the room.
Ross was now blushing bright red. “Just get on with your work,” he replied firmly. “And if I hear one more mention of me and Mr. Smith, you will all be in detention,”
The rest of the class continued without any issue. Ross dismissed the class as soon as the bell went, handing out the homework to the students as they left. He followed soon after, heading straight towards the staff room for a coffee, god knows he needs one.
As he entered he immediately greeted by stares and a few cat calls. Ignoring the outbursts, he grabbed a mug from the cupboard and started making himself a coffee. He settled down on a couch near a corner of the crowded room, cradling his hot beverage in both hands, sipping it every few seconds. Scanning the room, he notices many of his fellow staff members whispering and glancing over at him. Nothing much ever happens around their school, so news of a new couple, and two men at that, spread like rapid fire and became the central point of almost every conversation. Suddenly, all eyes were drawn to the door as it swung open and in walked the other half of everyones conversations, Alexander Smith. He blushed when he noticed all the eyes trained on him, but smiled when he saw Ross resting in the corner. Alex was soon sitting beside him, leaning back, hands behind his head.
"So, uh, you get harassed in class too?" Alex asked in a quiet voice, as it was clear that others were trying to listen in.
"Yup," Ross sighed. "I’m gonna kill Chris,"
Alex chuckled. “Yeah, sorry mate, that was probably my fault, shouldn’t of told him anything,”
“‘S’alright, I’m just surprised by how quick news travels,”
"Oh, it’ll all blow over in a few days," Alex shrugged.
"I hope so,"
But it didn’t.
In fact, one month and many dates later, Alex and Ross’ increased subtle glances and smiles had fueling the gossip and teasing further.
It was a run of the mill afternoon and Ross, Alex & Chris wandered down the hall together, the two former with their fingers intertwined. The whole school knew they were dating so they didn’t bother trying to hide that fact anymore, albeit holding hands was the only PDA they allowed. There were mixed emotions regarding the two males, some students, mainly girls, found the couple simply adorable, awing and giggling whenever they saw them together. However, many people, students and staff alike, weren’t very comfortable with their relationship. This was made clear by the disgusted looks and occasional profanity shot at them.
"Ross? Hey?" Ross was suddenly aware of a large hand clicking right in front of his face. Ross blinked and turned to look at the owner of the hand, Alex.
"Hm? Oh sorry, I just…" Ross glanced over at a small group who were glaring at them.
Alex followed his gaze and scoffed.
"Pfft, fuck ‘em, they don’t know anything, and I can say that because they’re in my class and good God,"
Ross shook his head with a sigh. He was still pissed off, but he tried not to let it show. Clearly, he didn’t do that very well, because as soon as they reached Ross’ classroom, Alex turned Ross around to face him.
"Chris, you carry on ahead, I’ll catch up," he threw over his shoulder to the shorter man behind him. Chris obeyed with a nod.
Alex turned back to face Ross, placing his hands on his shoulders in what was supposed to be a comforting manner, but just made the situation a bit awkward.
"Look, Ross," he began. "I know how you feel, it pisses me off too, but what do you expect? People are still being shot at in some places for being gay, we’re lucky all we get shot at us is disapproving stares and obscenity,"
Ross shook his head with a small chuckle. “Not the time for jokes, Alex,”
"Sorry," Alex smiled. "My point is, I’m here for you, so is Chris, if you wanna talk about it, we’re open to listen. Everything I’m saying is really cliche, but you know I’m not good with comforting words. Just ignore the haters, and if they hassle you, you can just give ‘em detention,"
They stood there for a good minute, just smiling and staring at each other, locking out the world around them. Oblivious to the crowd that had gathered, Ross whispered a thanks and, before Alex could reply, pressed his lips into Alex’s. The kiss was short lived, as the crowd broke out into cat-calls, applause and cheering, breaking the couple apart in pure embarrassment. Blushing, they looked around the crowd before meeting each others eyes again, bursting out in sheepish laughter.
"Hope we don’t get fired for this," Alex surprised Ross by pushing himself back into Ross, locking their lips together, wrapping his arms around Ross’ neck in a passionate kiss.
A.N: Probably didn’t get fired, but if they do it again they definitely will.
