Kremy, Gideon, Gricko, Frost, Torbek x Reader
+ Hootise!
Headcannons of the Krew cuddling with the reader!
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Kremy Lecroux:
Always tries to make cuddling look like it was your idea, not his
Very still once settled, like he’s conserving energy (or pretending he isn’t enjoying it)
Will casually adjust your position like he’s optimizing a business deal, not affection
He’s cold. Like, noticeably reptile-cold. You will eventually start stealing his cloak or regretting your choices
Extremely steady, doesn’t fidget, and somehow makes the whole situation feel oddly safe
Score: 7/10 (loses points for temperature, gains points for accidental emotional stability)
Gideon Coal:
Starts a little stiff, but not uncomfortable—more like he’s unsure how to “do” closeness properly
Doesn’t initiate, but immediately settles once you’re leaning on him and subtly adjusts so you’re more comfortable
Over time he relaxes in small ways: less tension in his shoulders, steadier breathing, leaning in just slightly without realizing it
If you fall asleep on him, he stays very still out of care, not duty, like he doesn’t want to disturb you
Protective instinct is always there, but it comes through as calm watchfulness rather than intensity
Score: 9/10 (very grounding and gentle once he relaxes, only loses a point because he’s still a bit reserved at first)
Gricko Grimgrin:
Immediately attaches himself to you in some unpredictable angle and stays there
Talks constantly, then suddenly goes quiet mid-cuddle because he forgot what he was saying
Treats personal space like a myth invented by people who don’t cuddle enough
If you move even slightly, assumes catastrophic abandonment and clings harder
Zero spatial awareness, occasionally makes it hard to breathe or move
Extremely affectionate, very emotionally transparent, makes you feel wanted at all times
Score: 9/10 (would be 10 if he understood “not suffocating you” as a concept)
Moring Frost:
Positions himself behind or slightly beside you rather than directly on top of you
One arm loosely around you like a safety measure, not restriction
Rarely speaks, but always seems alert enough that you don’t have to be
Instinctively adjusts to block cold, noise, or intrusion without being asked
Not very physically “cuddly” in a traditional sense—more like being guarded than hugged
Deeply grounding presence, makes you feel protected without effort
Score: 8/10 (loses some points for emotional distance, gains them for pure safety energy)
Torbek:
Starts off hesitant, hovering near you like he’s not sure he’s allowed to be there
Slowly relaxes into contact if you don’t move away, usually staying very still afterward
Tends to hold onto sleeves, edges of clothing, or sit just at the boundary of touch
Clearly overthinks the entire situation but clearly enjoys it
Nervous energy can make him a bit stiff and unsure at first
Very gentle, very earnest, and clearly values every second of closeness
Score: 7.5/10 (soft and sincere, just needs confidence updates)
Hootsie:
Treats closeness as instinct rather than concept—if you’re safe, she’s there
Naturally drapes herself over or beside you with heavy, grounding weight
Makes soft, content noises and adjusts her position based on comfort rather than awareness
Reacts instantly if anything feels threatening, becoming protective without hesitation
Can be a lot of weight and space if you’re not expecting a full owlbear situation
Unmatched warmth, extremely comforting presence, very protective without asking anything back
Defo making biscuts on you like a cat
Score: 9/10 (basically a living weighted blanket with instincts)
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Synopsis: Asking Morning Frost to pretty please use his teeth.
MDNI. Warnings. || Reader is afab but no use of pronouns, biting (duh), reader is being eaten out, frost being frost (I need him), blood if you squint really really hard, not proofread, I wrote this with my cock not my heart.
1.7K, Morning Frost x Reader
The night was cool and calm in the Feywild. The air was cool, neither too hot nor too cold; it was honestly perfect. The quiet chirping of bugs and owls was heard overhead as the whole crew slept soundly. Kremy was cuddled up next to Gideon, his tail mingling with Gid’s legs; honestly, you couldn’t tell where one started and one stopped. The two of them looked completely happy and content in each other’s presence. Then there were Gricko, Hootsie, and Twig. They were as comfy as ever, but they usually were. Gricko and Twig were both resting their heads on Hootsie, as Hootsie was cuddled around, almost making a full ‘O’ shape. Torbek was quietly sleeping on his stomach, his face fully in the ground. You worried about him a little bit, maybe thinking of checking on him a little, but the thought was quickly pushed out of your mind as you looked over to Frost. God, he looked good like this. You had woken up a little bit ago, not necessarily sure why; it just felt right.
You stretched and rolled over lazily; that’s when your eyes caught Frost. Your eyes just… lingered. You weren’t sure if you were looking for something specific, but you were looking to look. Your eyes lingered on his face as his whiskers twitched a little bit with a slight breeze passing by. Then you lingered on his toned arms and chest; he had on his under layers, so you couldn’t catch everything you wanted to see. "What a shame" was the only thought that passed through your head as you continued down. You bit your lip slightly as you felt your body start to warm up. There’s no way you were thinking about Frosty like this; maybe it was the effects of the Feywild magic? Whatever it was, you wanted that Tabaxi badly. As the wind blew again, a voice whispered in your head. “You know, it’s rude to stare.” Jumping, you covered your mouth as your attention was pulled towards Frost's face. “Frost! What the hell, you scared me half to death! By the gods, I could have woken everyone up!” He smiled half-awake at you as you continued scolding him. “Yeah, but you didn’t. Thank the gods, I couldn’t imagine what Kremy would say.” You rolled your eyes and scooted closer to him, lying shoulder to shoulder with him. “Also, I wasn’t staring, for your information. I was just looking, that’s all.” The connection goes quiet as silence takes over the two of you.
You fall into rhythm with his breathing, realizing he must’ve fallen asleep again; you look back over to him. Seeing him up close is… exhilarating… to say the least. Seeing his face so close, you realize just how gorgeous he is. “I wonder what those teeth feel like." You think to yourself as you continue staring at him. That’s when you feel one of his paws slide underneath you and hoist you on top of him. A small squeak escapes you as you grasp onto his underlayer for support. It’s not like you’re much smaller than Frost, being a half-elf, but you’re just to the point of being short enough where he feels like he could pounce on you at any point. You push up off of his chest and look at him, your face flushed. “Frost! What are you doing!” You whisper-yell at him as he just smiles up at you. “You said you wanted to know what my teeth felt like, and I am no person to pass up knowledge.” Silence. You’re not able to muster a single word. How did… wait… ah. He was still in your head, listening to you. You smack him on his chest gently. “You were listening to me, pervert!” He lets out a gentle laugh, and you feel his tail gently graze the back of your thighs. “I’m not the one who thought about it; I just happened to be listening.” And before you can respond to him, his paw makes its way to the back of your head, and he gently leads you in for a kiss.
You take a breath in through your nose and lean further into the kiss, melting as you feel his power lead down your body. The grip you had on him gently releases as you reach up to grip the side of his face. The kiss is gentle yet firm. So sweet, and yet there’s so much passion and yearning behind it. His paw gently grabs you, and you break the kiss, letting go of him with a gasp. As you open your eyes to look at him, your eyes linger on his teeth. They’re so sharp… they could puncture your skin instantly… there’s no way Frost would ever actually bite you. Almost like he read your face, he speaks gently to you, “I won’t actually bite you; my teeth are… far too sharp for that.” A quick look of disappointment flashes across your face, but you try to hide it. "Aww, come on, Frost, please? Just a small bite?” Your hands have made their way up to his muzzle, and you gently push it up to reveal his teeth.Your eyes almost glitter with the thought, and he sits up quickly. You sit up with him, and he kisses you again. This time, making the kiss much more than it was last time. You wrap your arms around his neck, and your hands grip the back of his nape. Gods, this is everything you’ve wanted.
You adjust yourself in his lap, making sure not to break the kiss as you steady yourself on your knees. The back of your thighs lands softly on his, and you gently grind down on him, just to hear a reaction. He breaks the kiss slowly and presses his forehead into yours. “You know, if I knew you wanted me this bad, I would have done this much, much sooner.” He has a shit-eating grin on his face as he says that. You roll your eyes at him and start gently gripping his clothes, a silent way of asking him to take them off. He listens to you without any more teasing and helps remove his underlayer. You finally get a good look at his body. Broad shoulders, a firm chest, a thin waist. Oh yeah, you needed this Tabaxi now. As you were admiring him, you felt his paws trail up your waist and gently led your shirt over your head. You gasp at the air hitting your body, and you smile down at him.
"Impatient, aren’t we?” You giggle out as he lays you down flat on your back. He doesn’t say much as he helps take off your sleeping pants, and he holds your legs open. A small ‘bzzt’ makes its way up through your stomach and into your heart. The nerves settle in a small bit as he kisses his way up your thighs, and his tongue traces where the kisses were. You let your head fall back, and you close your eyes in pleasure, grabbing the back of his head and gripping when you feel his tongue. "Frost, please, maybe just a small bite?” You beg off quietly, being mindful of the others but not wanting to pass up this opportunity. You feel it as he shakes his head and rests his head on your stomach, looking up at you.You pull your head back up, and you look down on him; the sight is almost too much to handle. “You know I won’t do that, but I’m not against hearing you beg more.” He says with a small wink and leads himself back between you and him. You whine a small bit as you feel his tongue lick a long stripe up, and you gently close your legs a little. The feeling of his tongue is so good, almost too intense, as he keeps up with gentle pressure. You feel your hips start to grind down on his face, his nose bumping your clit every single time, and you pull yourself up to your elbows.
Looking down at Frost, you see that as the fur on his chin and around his mouth is getting more and more wet, he applies more pressure with his tongue, as he knows you’re watching now. His paws wrap around your thighs and open up your legs more as he pulls you closer. Gasping at the feeling, you grind down harder on his face. “Frosty, fuck, please keep going.” Your head lolls back, and your eyes screw shut tightly. Your brain feels like mush at this point, and all you can think about is chasing your high. You feel his sharp claws gently dig into you, and you let out a small squeak at the feeling. You look at him with tears in your eyes and pant. You’re so close; all you can do is keep the motion in your hips going as he continues fucking you with his tongue. “Frost! -“ is all you’re able to get out as you finally cum on his face. Your body is twitching as you feel him giving you small kitten licks to ride you through your orgasm.
You lie back fully and let your arm rest over your eyes as you feel Frost pull away from you and massage your thighs gently. “You did so well; thank you.” That is all he says as he tenderly kisses both of your thighs. You take deep breaths as you try to recover, and you smile at him. "No, Frost, really, thank you—" Your cut-off sentence is met with a small pang of pain as your eyes shoot open and you look down. Frost takes his teeth out of your thigh and licks the bite mark. “That was a reward for doing good. Don’t ask me to go harder, because I won’t.” You swear you can feel stars forming in your brain as he licks at the wound. You clamber to your knees and push him on his back as he lands with a soft 'oof.' He’s awoken something in you now. You kiss him again, rougher this time, and hold the sides of his face. “Now you’ve done it. You ready for round two now, Frosty?” You say it almost purring his name. "Oh, will you two just shut the fuck up? Some of us are trying to sleep!” You both jump at the angry crocodile as he snaps at the two of you. “Sorry!” You both say quickly before laughing at each other.
haha. ha. I need that Tabaxi bad. It’s stupid. Anyways, sorry if this is actually bad I haven’t written fanfiction in years; Frosty made me want to write again, what a man <3
✦Admiration – What do they admire about a partner?
Morning Frost admires many things about you, but above all else, Frost finds your intelligence to be your best feature. You don’t need to be quick-witted constantly, but he appreciates the fact that you can keep up with his quips and are willing to play his various mind games. Additionally, Frost admires your resourcefulness and mindfulness, as the others in the group don’t always alleviate the pressure of having to be the problem solver.
✦Bashful – Do they feel shy or get flustered by their partner?
Everything you say and do is carefully considered by Frost. He tries to predict your mood and actions, so catching Frost off guard can be difficult but not impossible. When you do manage to fluster him, the tabaxi isn’t going to show it on his face. If you look, you might notice the way his sharp yellow gaze squints and his tail flicks ever so slightly. Frost may not reply right away, but he is indeed plotting a way to fluster you back.
✦Comfort – How do they comfort their partner? How do they like to be comforted?
He is very empathetic but can be stiff. The Psionic Order Frost was raised to discourage great displays of affection, so he may hesitate to touch you. He’s certainly willing to give it if you’re seeking physical touch, but it might be sparse. A gentle paw on your back or your knee represents a gentle invitation for you to move closer as Frost lets you lean into him. Of course, Frost is also an excellent listener, so he’s more than happy to let you vent while he strategizes ways to smooth over your distress.
Conversely, in situations in which Morning Frost is distressed, he’s not going to seek you out. He finds great comfort in meditation and self-reflection. These are tactics he is intimately familiar with and that prevent him from being burdensome to you. The longer you know him, the easier it is to spot signs that Frost needs comfort, but he’ll likely turn you away, seeking solace in his own mind palace.
✦Dreams – How do they imagine their relationship in the future?
The stereotypes that tabaxi are creatures of unending curiosity and wanderlust are partially true for Frost. His entire life has been a pursuit of greater knowledge, and he would find the greatest joy if you wanted to join him on this life quest. If you wanted to settle down somewhere, Frost would be open to that, but would seek out lengthy, explorative trips.
✦Equals – Are they dominant or passive in the relationship?
There is no doubt in Frost’s mind that you are anything other than total equals. Sure, you have your own strengths, but Frost has his own weaknesses. He also has deep respect for you and your opinions; he never fully defers to you, but Frost always takes your thoughts into consideration.
✦Falling – How do they know their falling in love? How do they react?
Falling in love isn’t unheard of for Morning Frost. He’s not without his childhood crushes or the occasional romance, but the sensation always seems to surprise him. While the series of steps is quite logical, the underlying current of emotions is what unsettles him. Sure, he can expect the dilation of his eyes, the increased heart rate whenever you're near, or the way he catches his lips tilting up into a smile whenever you tell a bad joke. But the overwhelming, nearly suffocating waves of longing are what bother him. There aren’t enough breathing exercises in the world that can rein in that longing.
Frost would hesitate to confess these feelings to you. There’s too much risk involved that could disrupt your current relationship. In time, Frost could consider confessing, but only if he knew you would reciprocate his feelings or under the influence of feywild magic.
✦Gratitude – What do they do to show that their grateful for their partner’s efforts?
Morning Frost is incredibly vocal about his appreciation for all that you do for him and the rest of the party. His praise for your talents is a common occurrence, but not so much that they feel disingenuous.
“Thank you for your help, my dear. Your expertise is invaluable to our success.”
✦Honesty – How open are they with their partner? Is it difficult for them to share secrets?
Honesty is a given for Morning Frost. It’s foundational for a healthy relationship, romantic or otherwise. Frost’s truths can be a bit blunt, but are never intentionally hurtful. Additionally, he may be avoidant about sensitive topics, but he will not blatantly lie to you. It may take a while for him to warm up to you, but eventually he’ll share his inner secrets with you.
✦Injury – How do they react when their partner gets injured?
During a situation in which your safety is anything but assured, Frost is hyper vigilant. Protecting you and the party is one of his top priorities, but injuries are inevitable. A minor injury doesn’t concern him really, Frost knows you're tough, so a few bruises don’t bother him. Serious injuries, however, broken bones, gashes, and the like, deeply perturb him. During combat, Frost does his best to monitor you, but in the heat of a fight, his powers must be concentrated on the threat. When you inevitably receive injuries that bring you to your knees, Frost, if he’s able, will cast Vortex Warp to move you to safety. It’s not a perfect solution as he’d much rather assess you than send you away. By the time the fight ends, Frost wastes no time seeking you out and providing you with first aid until true medical care can be provided to you. He won’t say it out loud, but it’s clear Frost is distressed as he kneels beside you. His tail hangs low, and the tip twitches, thumping against the ground, and his ears are pressed against his head.
✦Jealousy – Do they get jealous? How do they respond to people flirting with their partner?
Frost is not jealous. That simmering feeling that rolls in his stomach when he sees someone flirting with you isn't jealousy. Don't be so foolish. After years of study and discipline, Frost is above many of his tabaxi tendencies, and yet when it comes to you, he finds himself out of sorts. A deeper part of himself can't stand to see someone pestering his "mate," so to speak. He finds the situation incredibly frustrating. Frost isn't afraid that someone is going to woo you; he is more frustrated that the interloper has the audacity to pester you. Despite all of that, Frost won't intervene unless someone is making you uncomfortable or trying to touch you. If that's the case, he's immediately stalking over to you, sharp yellow eyes affixed on the perpetrator. As he sees the individual's fingers clutching your wrist, Frost will use his Mage Hand to pry them off you.
✦Kiss – What is it like to kiss them?
Gentleness encompasses much of the way Morning Frost handles you, and kisses are no different, regardless of where they are. He’s very mindful of his large teeth that press against the inside of his mouth whenever his muzzle touches you in any fashion. Frost is also incredibly respectful about the way he touches you when kissing. A large paw will settle on your waist or on your cheek, but it never lingers anywhere it shouldn’t. His fur and whiskers also tickle your flesh, not unlike a beard. Sometimes Frost twitches his face to intentionally prick you with his whiskers. He finds it cute when you playfully recoil.
✦Little Ones – Do they want their own children?
Frost’s opinion regarding children leans towards “if it happens, it happens.” That doesn’t mean he’s going to be engaging in unsafe activities that may or may not make them, but Frost doesn’t feel super impassioned either way. He doesn’t dislike children, but given his complicated feelings regarding his parents and childhood, Frost may be a bit hesitant. Though he’d likely be an excellent father, maybe not the most openly affectionate, but clearly loving and wise.
✦Mirrored – What habits have they picked up from their partner?
Over the course of your relationship, Frost becomes more comfortable with PDA in a variety of forms. It starts with him holding your hand so as to not get separated on a crowded street. When he lets you go, Frost notes that he found the sensation of holding your hand very pleasing. He finds himself reaching for you more often, even if it’s no longer necessary. If one of their friends comments, he may simply say, “They’re bound to get lost if I don’t hold on to them.” But everyone knows that’s horse shit.
At some point, you give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek, to which Frost finds incredibly endearing. He begins to give a little forehead kiss or a gentle head butt as a form of greeting. While it’s not the most overt form of affection, it’s something small Frost can do to show how pleased he is to see you.
✦Nightmares – Do they want comfort from nightmares? How do they comfort their partner after bad dreams?
An average night for Frost consists of dreamless sleep or the occasional pleasant or even unusual dream, so comforting him following a nightmare is a rarity. When they do occur, Frost will endeavor not to wake you; a good night's sleep is critical for your health after all. He may find comfort in cuddling closer to you. However, Frost insists you shouldn’t do the same. He would happily provide you comfort and may even be a tad disappointed if you didn’t seek him out for help. Frost will also shake you awake if he notices you having a nightmare. He’ll rub soothing circles onto your back and try to soothe you with deep purrs.
✦Obvious – How obvious is it that they developed a crush?
If things go his way, you wouldn’t know unless Frost wanted you to know about his feelings. He’s quite good at keeping a stoic facade even when Frost can feel his heart hammering in his chest. Frost may even try to put distance between the two of you if he feels overwhelmed by this crush. If anyone is going to pick up on Frost’s crush on you, it's Gricko. He’s known Morning Frost for many years, far longer than the rest of the party, so Gricko could probably pick up on it.
“C’mon Frosty, embrace cupid’s arrow!”
“Don’t make me crush your mind, Gricko.”
✦Pet Names – What pet names do they have for their partner? Do they enjoy pet names?
Nicknames have never been Frost’s strong suit, as even his closest friends are usually referred to by their full names. However, Frost does want to offer you a special title. He’ll test out a few but will eventually settle on more traditional pet names. In particular, Frost becomes fond of “dearest” or “my dear.” When he’s in a particularly good mood, he may even call you “sweetheart.”
For himself, Frost is not opposed to pet names, but will veto most of them. He would prefer something simple and intimate. If you want to call Frost something silly, he may request that you only use it in private.
✦Quality Time – What are their favorite ways to spend time with their partner?
Morning Frost loves a good conversation, so sharing a meaningful or intellectual discussion is delightful to him. He often poses philosophical quandaries for you to think over and then discuss while on long walks. He also appreciates it when you're willing to play any of the myriad mind games he enjoys, especially since the other party members claim these games are boring. Additionally, Frost would be very happy participating in parallel play, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence.
✦Recollection – How well do they remember information about their partner?
Morning Frost has a complex mind palace where he carefully catalogues a lifetime's worth of information, and you have your own room. Everything he knows about you is carefully stored away for later use. He keeps track of a variety of facts, ranging from important dates to your favorite foods to the way you like to style your clothes. Frost also has a particular list of potential gift ideas depending on items you’ve commented on wanting or if he notices you’re in need of anything.
✦Sleep – What sleeping habits do they have? Does it change when they get into a relationship?
While he enjoys cuddling, he may find it difficult to adjust to sleeping in a bed with you. He has a particular nighttime routine, and Frost will strive to seamlessly integrate your presence into said routine, but it may take some time. It’s one thing to arrange your bed rolls next to each other; it’s another to have you tucked into bed with him. Once he gets used to things, however, Frost will relish the sensation of your weight pressing against him. The subconscious reminder that you’re safe by his side helps Frost sleep.
If you get your hands on one of those nice feywild tents, Frost is going to hide out there. It may be a bit out of character, as he likely will ask, but he is already making his way into your tent. Anything to get away from what lurks in his tent.
✦Thrilling – Do they want to change things up in the relationship or do they prefer a routine?
Morning Frost is a creature of habit; he appreciates some semblance of a steady routine. He’s factored in the disruptions of Carnivàle Lecroux into his day-to-day life, but would desire consistency within your relationship, even if it’s as simple as sharing an hour together alone to just enjoy each other's company every afternoon.
✦Ugly – What are some of their unpleasant habits?
This is a man of few bad habits. Growing up in the Order punished unpleasant behaviors, but everyone has something. For Frost, it’s using the word “actually” in a way that's almost condescending when correcting people. As he’s aged and been exposed to a variety of people, Frost has learned when to let such things go, but that itch still festers.
✦Vaunt – Are they proud of their partner? Do they try to show them off?
Frost is so painfully proud of you and your accomplishments. When you get recognition, Frost feels like his heart is going to burst. He continually praises you for your success to the point of irritating other people. You deserve so much greatness, and Frost is more than willing to support you. However, he doesn’t show you in the traditional sense. While he appreciates seeing you in nice outfits, dressing you up to take you to a fancy place isn’t exactly his forte. Sure, he feels good when people envy his place in your life, but it’s not something he tries to encourage. Frost tends to flaunt your talents through small, almost scolding comments.
“I told you to let (Name) go first, Gideon. They’re more experienced than you.”
✦Weeping – How do they respond to their partner crying? Do they ever cry in front of their partner?
Frost will respect your boundaries regarding physical touch, but if you’ll allow him, he’d like to rest a paw on you. A gentle touch to your back or knee, just so you know he’s there for you. He may even rest his tail across your lap as extra security. Frost will listen and only give his opinion if asked, but he will not leave unless you ask him. In regards to himself, Frost isn’t much of a crier but doesn’t find shame in it. He will cry in front of you, but won’t physically reach out; you will have to go to him this time.
✦EXtinguish – How do they diffuse arguments? Do they need time to cool off?
Fights with Frost are a rarity, but he’s stubborn, especially when he thinks he’s in the right. Despite that, he’s a very level-headed man with deep respect for you, so fights will never escalate to him raising his voice at you. At worst, Frost's words can be cutting even with his passive-aggressive tendencies.
Being at odds with you is incredibly distressing for him, so after a period of mediation and inner reflection, he will apologize regardless of how the fight turned out. If you’ll allow it, Frost would like to reaffirm your bond by cuddling and grooming you. He’s also going to try to make it up to you by doing more acts of service.
“Please accept my apology. The way I spoke to you was unbecoming, and I’m aware that I shouldn’t speak to you that way. I am deeply sorry.”
✦Yearning – What do they do when they miss their partner? How long does it take until they long for their partner?
Much like a house cat, Frost can act very aloof with people in his life, despite actually craving their attention. You are no different. Since he's incredibly self-sufficient, Frost has an air of apathy when you're away, but after about a week, your absence is significantly felt. He becomes more agitated by his friend's shenanigans, having less patience for meaningless side quests. Even activities that he may have enjoyed to some extent are met with brooding.
The logical part of his mind scoffs at his internal lamenting. He's an adult, for God's sake, and he knows you're capable of caring for yourself, so he finds all these worried feelings to be frustrating. The longer you're away, the more these feelings fester in him, and the more worries about your safety begin to disrupt his day-to-day functions. Frost eventually comes to the conclusion that being unable to contact you perturbs him. He is used to regularly conversing with you, either aloud or in your mind, and that sudden silence is deafening.
Upon your return, you're met with several headbutts from Frost right away. He's eager to pull your bags off and tug you into a private room to get reacquainted. Frost allows his more primal instincts to have a bit of control. He's rubbing his face against you, grooming you, while purring ever so slightly. Of course, he's peppering you with all kinds of questions as he wants to hear about your travels.
"I'm pleased you're back with us, my dear. I'm not sure I could've lasted another day without you."
"Missed me that much, Frost?"
"Unendingly so."
✦Zenith – Where does their relationship rank in value compared to other parts of their life?
Please don’t ask this of him. Frost loves you; he loves you so deeply, but his entire life has been dedicated to the Order. Frost is a man of knowledge; he hungers for intellectual challenges. These two elements of his life, you and his intellect, are the two most essential parts of himself. Asking him to sacrifice one for the other is an impossible task. If you ask him which he would pick, Frost would struggle to answer. It’s something he would likely ponder for some time, while still never coming to an actual conclusion. Frost would do his best to assure you that his lack of answer doesn’t negate his feelings for you in the slightest. Frost loves you deeper than he ever thought he could love someone.
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Welcome to my newest and very intense hyper-fixation. Legends of Avantris is so fun and everyone seems so genuine. Wow do I love dungeons and dragons.
Hey how are you doing could I request a yandere DBZ frieza x female reader x yandere frost, the reader is frieza s/o who came to the tournament of power to cheer him on but she has short vision and sees frost and confuses him with frieza and give him a passionate kiss, now she has to deal with an angry jealous frieza and a persistent wooing from a lovestruck frost?
cold-blooded rivalry
WARNING: Yandere themes (obsession, jealousy, possessiveness), mild violence and threats
PAIRING: Frieza x Reader x Frost
NOTE: Hi! Thank you so much for this super fun request! Sending love your way, take care! <3
SUMMARY: Attending the Tournament of Power to support Frieza, your short-sighted mistake of confusing Frost for your partner sparks a jealous rage in one and a lovesick obsession in the other.
The crowd’s roars echoed across the arena, deafening and chaotic. You squinted from your spot on the sidelines, shielding your eyes from the glaring light overhead. You weren’t about to miss Frieza’s glorious moments in the Tournament of Power, even if your eyesight left a lot to be desired.
And then you saw him. That sleek white body, the glint of armor-like purple, the graceful way he carried himself as he descended to the edge of the arena. Your heart swelled. Of course, that was Frieza. No one else moved with such effortless superiority.
You dashed toward him without hesitation, the din of the tournament fading into white noise. “Frieza!”
Before he could turn fully, you threw your arms around him and pressed a deep, passionate kiss to his lips. The smooth texture of his skin felt familiar, and his scent had the same cold, metallic sharpness you knew so well. You smiled against his lips as his body froze beneath you.
“Oh?,” came a voice. A voice that, while similar, was not quite… Frieza’s.
You pulled back in horror, your blurry vision focusing just enough to see a very confused Frost staring back at you, his crimson eyes wide but delighted.
“Oh, my stars,” he said, voice low and sultry. “I didn’t realize Frieza had someone so enchanting in his life. Perhaps fate is being kind to me today.”
Your blood ran cold. “You’re not Frieza.”
Frost tilted his head, a smirk curving his lips.
Before you could stammer an apology—or run—an unmistakable voice sliced through the moment like a blade.
“What. In. Hell. Do you think you’re doing?”
You turned to see Frieza, his golden transformation already gleaming dangerously. His scarlet eyes burned with fury, his lips curled into a snarl. The air around him crackled with power.
Frost, unfazed by the shift in atmosphere. “Ah, your companion here was just—”
“My companion,” Frieza hissed, advancing slowly. “Is mine. And you,” he snapped his tail, pointing at Frost, “had better remove your filthy lips from her memory before I erase you from existence.”
Frost chuckled, his demeanor still maddeningly calm. “Oh, but she kissed me, Frieza. A gesture of true passion, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Frost!” you cut in, voice panicked. “It was a mistake! I—I thought you were Frieza!”
Frost’s smirk only deepened. “Mistake or not, the sentiment was… exquisite. Perhaps you’re beginning to see there are others worth your affection.”
Frieza’s aura flared violently, the air around him heating with his barely restrained rage. “You overestimate your worth, Frost. She belongs to me, body and soul. I don’t share.”
“Oh, I’m not asking you to share,” Frost replied smoothly. “I’m simply stating that if she ever finds herself displeased with you, I’ll be here, waiting.”
Frieza snarled, his tail whipping dangerously close to Frost’s face.
“Wait! Stop!” you cried, stepping between them before Frieza could lunge. You looked at your partner, pleading. “Frieza, please. I’d never betray you. You know that, don’t you?”
Frieza’s eyes softened—barely—but his tone remained sharp. “Then do not give me reason to doubt you again, darling. If you so much as glance at that worm in a way I don’t like…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “You won’t like the consequences.”
Frost, meanwhile, gave a sly wave as Frieza dragged you away by the arm, his smile all too knowing.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Frost called after you. “We’ll see each other again soon. I’ll make sure of it.”
You sighed. The Tournament of Power was supposed to be exciting, but you hadn’t expected this level of chaos. Now you had to navigate Frieza’s jealous wrath and Frost’s relentless attention.
Mk11 characters x Shinnok’s spawn! GN reader intros.
masterlist
pt.1 >pt.2 pt.3 pt.4
tw/cw: possible ooc, may be more inaccurate, implication of suicidal thoughts in kuai’s first part, and all platonic!! Reader has enough bs in general in sub zero and night wolf’s parts (valid crashout), ALL PLATONIC
Character list (part 2): Frost, Noob Saibot, Sub Zero (Kuai Liang), Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi), Nightwolf. Kuai Liang and Hanzo were your appointed god-uncles, so yeah, you turning over to the darkness makes them kinda sad :((
Reader’s background: Reader is Liu Kang’s adopted child, a young one he found between Netherealm and Earthrealm. Kung Lao absolutely adored Liu Kang’s child, his very own nibling. As did almost everyone else when they met you.
It is revealed in Mkx, reader was the spawn of Shinnok, made to take his place should he ever perish. Raiden, who was now so obsessed with Earthrealm’s safety, even if it means attacking and shunning all those he deemed a threat, he banished reader from Earthrealm, demanding all those who ally with him to kill reader upon sight.
Now, in Mk11 after the time merger, reader can’t bring themselves to trust anyone. Not after being betrayed, left behind, and hunted. Living in an abandoned mansion, alone, in the dark.
you’ve unlocked a new entry!
If they want someone to villanise, they’ll get what they want. You were Shinnok’s Spawn, no? You are evil incarnate’s descendant, destined to take over the realms. You won’t be weak anymore.
That’s what you want. That’s what you want…
——
Frost- You most definitely won’t become a slave like her.
༘⋆ ❅ ･:*:｡ ❆ (1)
F- You are foolish to refuse Kronika’s offer, NAME, she would have made you stronger.
R- And become a robotic slave like you? No thanks.
F- She will make us both into the greatest warriors.
༘⋆ ❅ ･:*:｡ ❆ (2)
R- Giving up your soul for a mere body or betraying the Grandmaster….I can’t imagine which is worse.
F- He held me back!
R- He was training you so you could attain the position you now desperately crave.
༘⋆ ❅ ･:*:｡ ❆ (3)
F- We both crave for the respect we deserve.
R- Unlike you, I didn’t betray my mentor in favor of… that body.
F- I’ll kill you here to prove that I’m worthy of it!
༘⋆ ❅ ･:*:｡ ❆ (4)
R- By the Elder Gods, you look like your parents dropped you on the head as a baby.
F- I’ll freeze the words off your tongue, insolent spawn!
R- Bring it on, ice cube.
༘⋆ ❅ ･:*:｡ ❆ (5)
R- Come with me back to Sub-Zero, Frost.
F- Since when did you do his bidding, outcast?
R- I owe him a favor. He also didn’t say you had to return unharmed.
༘⋆ ❅ ･:*:｡ ❆ (6)
F- Kronika wants to test your skills against me.
R- Psh. Tell her to piss off.
F- I’ll give her your head to prove that even Shinnok’s incarnate is not invincible against me.
༘⋆ ❅ ･:*:｡ ❆ (7)
F- I’ll freeze you till you turn blue from the cold.
R- Yes, Frost, you of all people should know negative temperatures, especially in such concentration, does that to flesh.
F- Ugh! I’ll silence your loud mouth!
༘⋆ ❅ ･:*:｡ ❆ (8)
R- I could never imagine betraying Liu Kang like you with Grandmaster Kuai Liang.
F- You did so with Raiden, you don’t get to judge me.
R- Raiden isn’t my mentor. He was my father’s, and I only respected him for that.
Noob Saibot- Undead abomination trying to get you to embrace your destiny… more fully.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ (1)
NS- Come back to your rightful home in the shadows.
R- The shadows embrace me, but I do not wish for them to keep their hands on me longer.
NS- The light does not welcome you like the darkness, child.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ (2)
NS- The Emperor and Empress want you to return home to rule by their side.
R- Fuck them, Bi-Han. They aren’t transferring my soul to be a revenant.
NS- I will execute you to bring you to them myself.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ (3)
R- Raiden still doesn’t shun Hanzo for what he’s done to you.
NS- That is expected of a god that killed us all.
R- One thing we can agree on for once.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ (4)
R- You of all people should know Kronika lies to everyone for her own gain.
NS- She offers me a new life and clan in the New Era.
R- Yeah. Trust the bald lady who was the cause of everyone’s injustices.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ (5)
NS- Liu Kang calls for your soul back.
R- He’s a undead fucker trying to kill me.
NS- It is the only way he can do with disciplining you.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ (6)
R- Death shan’t embrace me today.
NS- It is a merciful alternative to what I’m going to do.
R- Why? On the orders of my ‘father’?
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ (7)
R- Do you even have a shred of care for your brother?
NS- I disown him in every way he did me.
R- He did so for good reason.
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ (8)
NS- You would have the honor of ruling the Netherealm.
R- I wish to not be damned royalty.
NS- Better than be rotting away slowly and shunned.
Sub-Zero- Well, goduncle, huh? Where was he when you needed support?
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚 (1)
R- Can your ice put me out of my misery?
SZ- It could. But I will not do so.
R- Ugh. The one time you could do me a favor, you choose not to.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚 (2)
R- You and Scorpion are my god-uncles?
SZ- Liu Kang wanted us to be there for you, should he perish.
R- Hah. Wonder where this… care, was, years ago.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚 (3)
SZ- Liu Kang wants you to return home to him.
R- I don’t have a home, Grandmaster.
SZ- Years of isolation has addled your heart.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚 (4)
SZ- Cease your war on Earthrealm, NAME.
R- Hell no, not when all of you were *begging* me to embrace the darkness within me.
SZ- It is one of the many mistakes I wish to atone for.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚 (5)
SZ- Return Shinnok’s Amulet to Raiden at once, NAME.
R- Hah, here to stop me before I decide to make you all suffer?
SZ- We will bring you back to the light.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚 (6)
R- I’ll save the Lin Kuei’s destruction for last, if it makes you feel better.
SZ- I shall not allow you to bring your Netherealm army into Earthrealm, NAME.
R- Your clan’s destruction shall be first, then.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚 (7)
R- I’m making sure Raiden doesn’t harm us all again.
SZ- So why wage war on Earthrealm?
R- Because those who stand, or stood by him, are my enemy.
⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚 (8)
SZ- Your soul is broken, NAME.
R- It is, and the only way it’ll heal is if Raiden pays.
SZ- We will find a way to make you whole again without bloodshed.
Scorpion- You don’t want to trust a former Revenant, not now, not ever.
🔥⚔️⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩ (1)
S- You’ve suffered the loss of family and friends.
R- I don’t wish to waste time dwelling on them any longer.
S- The pain has poisoned your compassion and empathy.
🔥⚔️⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩ (2)
S- Return Raiden’s amulet to him at once, NAME.
R- I don’t think so, uncle.
S- I don’t wish to harm my god nibling, stand down if you know what’s good for you.
🔥⚔️⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩ (3)
R- Can’t say I blame you for defying Raiden.
S- It was my mistake of not listening to his words.
R- They never held water, Scorpion.
🔥⚔️⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩ (4)
R- Sorry for beating up your chujin, but he attacked me first.
S- That does not excuse beating him within an inch of his life, NAME.
R- Okay, I went overboard, my fault.
🔥⚔️⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩ (5)
R- So, Takeda and Jacqui, eh?
S- For someone who travels like a ghost in the shadows, I’m not surprised you know of it.
R- Heh, means Takeda’s gonna be my what, god cousin now?
🔥⚔️⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩ (6)
S- Quan Chi tried to make a deal with you?
R- I beat him within an inch of his life before he decided to flee.
S- A wise choice.
🔥⚔️⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩ (7)
S- My revenant tried to recruit you for Kronika?
R- Tried to bring him back, didn’t work so well.
S- We will restore him together, for the better.
🔥⚔️⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩ (8)
R- Honestly, I’m glad as hell you aren’t evil anymore.
S- My fire burns just as strongly as my past self’s.
R- This… can mean either bad or good. I hope it’s the latter.
🔥⚔️⊹₊🔥⋆｡°✩ (Revenant Scorpion)
R- Kronika lies, Scorpion. She cares not for your clan.
R! S- She will restore my family back, NAME, as she will with yours, if you come with me.
R- I’m bringing you back to the real world, since you *did* save my ass a while back, I’ll return the favor.
Nightwolf- The Great Spirit may accompany him, but She can’t save you.
𓃥☾🐾✧𓃦 (1)
R- My quarrel is not with you, Nightwolf.
NW- Haokah wishes for me to bring you to him to save you.
R- Save me? Why now?
𓃥☾🐾✧𓃦 (2)
NW- The Great Spirit can save your soul, NAME.
R- I respect your beliefs and all, but please, she can’t help me.
NW- I promise, your heart will be much lighter.
𓃥☾🐾✧𓃦 (3)
R- Woah… so your mantle’s been passed down for generations?
NW- I hold the mantle given to me by the Great Spirit with pride, NAME.
R- Honestly, I respect that immensely.
𓃥☾🐾✧𓃦 (4)
NW- Kronika has tried to recruit you several times.
R- Whether it’s because her son was my creator, or it’s because she wants my power, I have no idea.
NW- It’s better to not dwell on it.
𓃥☾🐾✧𓃦 (5)
NW- Return what you’ve stolen from the Matoka, NAME.
R- Not yet, Nightwolf, I’m sorry.
NW- Your act of thievery does not do your reputation favors.
𓃥☾🐾✧𓃦 (6)
R- My life may not be dedicated to hating Raiden, but my current goal is to get vengeance.
NW- I see no difference, NAME.
R- When the Matoka is broken down, you’ll see.
𓃥☾🐾✧𓃦 (7)
R- Shinnok’s amulet gives me power. I’m not weak anymore.
NW- Your soul has always been one of the most resilient ones I’ve seen.
R- The darkness I’ve embraced gives me stronger resolve.
𓃥☾🐾✧𓃦 (8)
NW- Few have had such a tragic life as yours.
R- I wonder whether they’ve embraced their destiny.
NW- Fewer still embrace the darkness with open arms.
𓃥☾🐾✧𓃦 (Revenant Nightwolf)
R! NW- The Great Spirit abandoned the Matoka as Raiden has abandoned your people.
Summary: The crew is separated in groups by walking into a mysterious room in a twisted manor, and you suddenly find yourself in a tundra. You’re stuck with the monotone tiger tabaxi in a frozen blizzard plane, one you’re not used to. You need to get out before you freeze to death, make it back to your other friends and make sure everyone’s okay… but maybe this isn’t so bad after all.
“S-Shit..” you muttered, wheezing out a puff of hot air from your lungs, watching as the cloud of fog blew past your face. Your exposed skin being nipped by the cold, you felt every hair on your body begin to rise. Gripping your arms, you looked around the area.
Snow. That’s all you could see. Snow littered the ground, fluffing up the earth like a cotton ball plain. The clouds were light grey, shaking their frosted ends onto the ground below. There were hardly any trees around the area, though you could make out a pine tree horizon in the distance as you spin. The sun wasn’t visible, though the light kept the area bright.
“Guys?” You whipped around, suddenly extremely aware you were completely alone in this sudden tundra. “Gideon? Are you out there? I-It’s cold..” you hugged yourself tightly, begging for some warmth from the fire genasi himself. Even he would be cold out here, you knew. “Torbek..” you called faintly, wishing his wad of matted and deranged fur would be warm enough for this environment.
But no one was there.
Another heavy breath escaped your lips, your body shaking desperately to keep the blood circulating.
You pondered how you even got here, it was impossible, it had to be! You had been exploring this oddly twisted manor that reminded you of the mirror maze you’d find in a carnival. So many stupid twists and turns, doors that led to walls, stairs that led to nothing, doors that led to doors behind them, walls that turned into doors.. it was a nightmare.
You were originally traveling with the group, no one wanting to be separated due to the confusion. However, it seemed you took a wrong turn when you lingered a little too long behind. You walked through a door with a mirrored frame glinting with green.
Green.. that was Frost’s robe.
You had entered the door, thinking the door was the right direction to reunite with your friends.
Now you were here.
“Frost!” You called out, twisting this way and that in desperation. There’s no way you could be here, it just wasn’t possible! You had to still be in the manor, all you did was blink as you walked through the door and you were here.
You were getting significantly colder by the minute, desperately looking around for the door you came through, hoping this was just some Narnia adaptation. There was no door, why would there be in a place like this? You had to of been teleported.
What were you even supposed to do? The treeline was at least a mile, maybe more, away. There was a mountain to your left that stood tall, snow piled upon layers. A large river flowed alongside the mountain bed, ice along the shoreline towards the center, forever encased.
In a haze, you were determined to get out of here. Make it to the tree line. You thought. You can make it to the treeline, then make a fire.
Stuffing an ice chilled breath into your lungs, you tretched towards the line of trees in the distance. The snow crunching under your feet, you narrowed your eyes.
Make it to the treeline.
You tretched forward, heaving ice chested breaths as the snow crunched under you. The snow above fell solumly, slow and dance-like. All you had in your mind right now was survival. Once you had a fire you’d sit and figure out the rest.
Fire..
Thinking about the fun you and your friends have by the fire, the meals Kremy cooks and the shenanigans Gricko always uprooted. You missed it already, and you saw them only fifteen minutes ago.
About 100 feet away from your original spot, you noticed how the snow began to pick up. It was getting harder and harder to see in the thickness of it. The treeline looked like distant shadows now.
You stopped to survey your surroundings again. It wasn’t as far as you hoped, a little upset that the snow was high enough to slow you down so much. And.. what was that?
You strained your eyes, teeth clattering as you tried to make sense of the shadowy shape that had been behind you. You blinked a few times, then realized you saw something tall, something green.
“Frost!!” You yelled, stumbling over the snow in surprise. “Frost over here!! I’m over here!!” The new found adrenaline found your cold wet feet, running back to where you had last been just 30 minutes prior.
You saw the tabaxi turn around to look at you, then start jogging towards you. You felt so much relief, so much joy to see your friend that you just saw 30 minutes ago. Morning Frost, you’d take it.
“{y/n}?” The tabaxi inquired as he jogged up to your trembling frame. “How long have you been here? Are you feeling numb or perhaps feeling hot anywhere?” He dropped his heavy pack, immediately undressing his robe and wrapping it around your frame.
“30 minutes maybe,” you breathed out, just relieved to not be alone anymore. Breathing in, the musky forest smell of the tabaxi filled your nostrils as the robe was tied by the middle of your frame. It was surprisingly warm for such a thin appearing robe, and it was very large on you. “No I’m not feeling numb or hot yet, why?”
“You could catch hyperthermia very easily here, especially from not wearing winter clothes,” the prodigy explained, digging into his backpack and uncovering a thick quilted blanket with many shapes and colors and patterns thrown about. “Wear my robe, and wrap this quilt around you. It isn’t much, but it will be enough for now.”
“Thank you so much..” you grabbed the heavy quilt, wrapping it over your shoulders and relaxing at the warmth it gave you. You blinked, suddenly realizing Frost was in a thin short sleeved shirt with nothing giving him warmth. “Frost, the snow-“
Frost stopped digging in his pack, then looked down at himself. He then shrugged and continued digging. “I have fur, and I am very well equipt to handle this environment. The snow doesn’t bother me.”
You blinked, watching as the sourcerer lifted the pack and threw it onto his back.
“We should get to the trees,” he said quickly, looking around like you had before. “With the snow beginning to get worse we need to make a shelter and a fire before anything else. We mustn’t waste any time.”
Pulling the quilt closer around your frame, you nodded in agreement.
As the two of you marched toward through the terrain, it was mostly silence. With the both of you focusing on the trees, you figured it was better to talk once the fear of hyperthermia wasn’t on your plates. However, as you looked up at the humanoid beside you, you noticed his brows were knotted together tightly. He was very deep in thought.
“Frost,” you called for him, his ears twitching in acknowledgement. “Do you know why we’re here?”
Frost’s tail flicked, and his eyes wandered to the snow below him for a moment before returning to the trees. After a moment, he turned to you. “I have a theory, but I can honestly say I’m not quite sure yet.”
“Maybe we can brainstorm?” You offered, kind of hoping he’d agree so the silence wouldn’t be as loud as it was.
Frost nodded, looking back towards the tree line.
“I theorize that the mirrored frame around the door was some sort of magical item,” he began to explain. “I had noticed an encryption written into the door before I walked through,” an encryption? How did you not see it? “It was in a language I couldn’t completely understand, though I did recognize a few words. ‘Portal’ and ‘glassed eyes” were all I could understand. Mayhaps the mirror was the ‘glassed eye’ while the door was the portal.”
His ears twitched towards your direction, a puff of fog blowing past his face through his nose. You thought it made sense, though it was still very confusing. You didn’t quite understand it, but Frost didn’t either.
“Before I went through the door I saw your robe,” you explained. “That’s why I went through it, I thought you did.”
He hummed at that, his brows knitting once more. “Did you see yourself in the reflection?”
“Not that I noticed, no.”
“Interesting,” he muttered, looking up towards the sky as the snow fell. “Maybe the ‘glass eye’ didn’t see you at all.”
You didn’t know what exactly to say to that. You would admit that you weren’t exactly the smartest cookie of the pack, but you admired Frost for how smart he was. You looked down at your feet, feeling the soaked wetness in your shoes. Gross.
“The trees are up ahead,” Frost said, making you look up. The talking really helped pass the time, and the trees were maybe another hundred feet ahead easy. “When we get there, I will immediately try to get a fire going once we find a good place to camp.”
You nodded, starting to feel the iced air in the back of your throat. You hoped your throat wouldn’t get sore.
Entering the treeline, pine trees stood tall above you both. Pine trees, of all trees? Wouldn’t they be spruce? You thought it was a little peculiar, but at least they were full and created a small canopy above a good 50 feet.
Frost immediately scooped up some dead pine needles from their piles along the forest floor, snow still littered about around you both. He then pranced to the park and tore some off, feeling it between his paw pads before stuffing it under his bare arm.
“Let’s camp here,” he said, scraping stray pine needles and snow out until he found the bare ground. Cresting a large vacant circle, he tossed the driest dead pine needles in the center with the bark surrounding the top. “We have all of the lumber we need here, the canopy can act as our shelter for now unless the storm begins to get worse.”
He tore some more bark from the tree, casually glancing around the forest floor or up in the trees. You figured he was looking for branches, though the pine trees were too high and nothing laid on the snow but the fallen pine needles.
You copied his movement, using your foot to make a spot for you to sit without snow in your way. You were shivering much more now, the cold wetness at your feet and shins, along with the ends of the robe and quilt that dragged along the snow nipping at your legs.
Frost easily started the fire, the warmth springing to life gleefully. Frost gathered a lot of bark from the trees, making sure there would be enough to maintain the warmth of the fire.
“It will be dark soon,” Frost spoke, setting his bag beside you. “It will also be much colder. Take off your shoes and socks.”
“What?” You were surprised by the bluntness he had, blinking as he gave you his deadpanned expression.
“They’re wet,” he said monotonously. “You’ll get frostbite if they freeze on your feet.”
Oh, right.
You did as you were told, freeing your feet to introduce them to the chilled wind around you. You sat them close to the fire, not too close to where you or your footwear would catch flame. It felt nice, as stressful as this whole situation was.
Frost dug into his pack once more, his tail swaying this way and that. His ears were turned back, the eyes of his tiger eyes facing you. Was he.. irritated? You weren’t quite sure.
Eventually, after some clattering and then some, Frost brought out a small rolled up sack. His tail swished, he inspected it and then hummed. “I only have one tent,” he explained. “I thought I had more, but they’re.. missing.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if we stayed in the same one anyway?” You inquired, meeting the eyes of the golden-eyed tabaxi. You realized how embarrassing it was to say that without context. “C-Cause of the cold? More heat in the tent with two people instead of one right? You said it would get colder.”
The tabaxi nodded in agreement, setting the bag down and reaching into the bag again. “You’re right, I should have thought about that,” he said, head inside the bag. Why was his bag so deep? “The only other concern is I only have one sleeping bag.” He pulled the roll off of the top of his bag that you assumed was the sleeping bag, another smaller blanket in tow with his hand that had been buried in the bag.
“Oh,” you croaked out, blinking. Huh. I guess that makes sense, the group doesn’t usually sleep in tents or sleeping bags for him to have more than one of each. “Do you need help setting up?”
“No,” he gestured to the fire before turning around to the tent bag. “You need to dry your feet and footwear first and foremost. We can’t risk frostbite.”
He began to unfold the tent and set it up from memory, no instruction in sight. You stared at the fire.
You missed your other friends. How long have you two been gone? Did they go through the same door? Or were they in the same manor?
“Frost?”
“Hm?”
“Why did you go through the door?”
Frost glanced over from his half built tent, the fire crackling in the paused silence. “While we were talking, we had all realized after a few minutes that you weren’t there anymore. I went back to retrace our steps to hopefully find you, Kremy and Gideon went with me while the others stuck together where we left them.” He balanced the top, then his tail flicked in satisfaction as the tent was finished.
“Where are Kremy and Gideon?” You asked, looking out towards the direction you both had come from.
“They went through the door.” he said, grabbing the sleeping bag.
“The same door we went through?” You blinked and looked at him confused, watching as he rolled out the sleeping back on top of the small blanket.
“Yes,” he said, flattening the bag. “But in the frame I saw Kremy’s purple suit, and I didn’t see Gideon’s flame at all. When the door closed it didn’t have a hue anymore, until I stepped in front of it and it was green. That’s when I noticed the door engraving, and that’s when I walked through.” He walked over and sat beside you, an arm length away.
“The mirror had a green hue when I walked through,” you said. “I saw your robe in it.”
He nodded, looking at the fire. “Hm.”
The sound of the crackling fire filled the silence that came in tow, and the warmth in your feet helped you feel satisfied. You felt your shoes and socks and they were still soggy, which made you frown.
Frost fed the fire, encouraging it to grow larger.
“Have you noticed that there isn’t any wild life around?” He asked suddenly, never looking away from the fire.
“What?”
“There’s no birds,” he said. “And there’s no sign of any animals walking in the snow other than us.”
Looking around, you realized he was right. You were a little confused as to what that meant to him, to you it meant less worry about a pack of dire wolves or a wild owlbear.
“That’s good, right?”
“That means we won’t be able to find much food,” he explained, glancing over to you. “Unless there are some wild berries in the area somewhere.”
“Oh..” you looked down, holding the quilt tighter. You hadn’t thought about food. You didn’t feel hungry, at least not right now.
What you did feel, however, was the heaviness in your eyes. Soon after you realized the heaviness, you felt the cold much more than before. You then realized how dark it was now, and that the fire and the night sky above was all you had for light.
“We should get some rest,” Frost spoke in a cooled tone.. “We have a long day tomorrow, surveying our area and trying to find some food. I have some rations in my bag, but only for three days. We also need to find a way to go.”
You tiredly nodded, looking at your shoes. You grabbed some bark from the pile Frost had made beside you and tossed it into the fire, watching the embers fly.
Climbing into the tent, Frost in tow, you were ready to lay on the ground until Frost held your shoulder. “Take the sleeping bag,” he said. “It’s a lot warmer. I’ll sleep on the ground.”
“Won’t you actually get cold then?” You asked, frowning when he started to close the tent opening.
“No,” he said, sitting on the empty side of the tent with his legs crossed. “I’m used to the environment.”
~~~
God, it was so fucking cold. How hasn’t Frost started shivering yet?
The both of you had been hiking the forest for hours now. You were searching for anything at all, food or signs of life. All you guys could find was snow, trees, a river, and mountains.
Nothing.
“Frost,” you called out. “What’s the plan?”
The tabaxi ahead of you stopped and turned to you, no look of concern much at all. “I think we should try the river, there might be fish in it.”
“Do we have something to kill them with?” You looked out past the array of trees to the flat field of snow, the river at the base of the mountain in the distance. “Like a spear?”
Frost turned to keep walking, and you stumbled in tow. “I have my mage hand,” he said calmly. “I can pick it up and crush its mind.”
Duh. You thought to yourself, completely forgetting about that. Who needs weapons to hunt when you have Morning Frost? With his.. weird mind crushing ability..
You felt your head.
Walking from the tree line, the vast of snow looked the same in every direction. The mountain was to the right of you, and the river down below.
With the warmth of Frost’s robe and the quilt, it was a lot easier for you to manage the cold. You’d have to let your shoes dry by the fire again tonight, but at least your body was mostly warm.
“Do you think everyone else is okay?” You asked, looking up at the feline.
You were worried about Gideon and Kremy, wondering where they went, and how Gricko and Torbek and Hootsie and Twig were doing in the manor.. if they were even there at all. You gulped, thinking about how Kremy wouldn’t last the night due to hyperthermia no matter how much fire Gideon gave.
“Everyone will be fine,” he said with a hint of output confidence. “Gideon and Kremy have adventured through snowy terrain before, and Gricko and Torbek and Twig promised to stay put until we all came back.”
You didn’t feel very confident about that last bit. You were sure someone of that group would have wondered off by now out of boredom, or just plain defiance, and got lost.
“I guess,” you frowned, trying to spot a landmark for where you were. “But I’m still worried about everyone.”
Frost nodded, glancing over to you. His tail flicked towards you, an ear swiveling your way. “I understand your fear, but I have confidence in our friends.”
You nodded, huffing a breath in response. You couldn’t argue with Frost, and you knew he was trying to stay optimistic, as pessimistic as he usually is. You wanted to believe in them too.
Inching closer to the river, the mountain grew taller. The ice looked plastic, a blue hue throughout its sheet. The river roared, steam rolling upward as the temperature difference between the two battled. It was really pretty.
Frost sat his bag down, rummaging in his bag again. Humming, he pulled out a retractable staff. You blinked, not knowing what its original, or current, purpose was.
“Please, stand back,” he warned, tapping the ice with the end of the staff. “We don’t know if the ice is secure for our body weights, I’d much rather you stay on land.”
“I can help you know,” you whined a little, feeling pretty useless. “What can I do?”
Frost kept tapping the ice, resting his foot on the first step. The ice settled on his weight, than he completely stood on it. It was rock solid and safe.
“I will see if there are any fish,” he said, looking back. “If there is, I will slide them across the ice in your direction. Shove as many of them as you can into the bag, don’t worry about getting anything wet, it won’t be.” Gee, how helpful were you.. but it was something at least.
As you nodded, he adventured out deeper onto the ice. You were nervous with every sound from the ice you heard, worried he’d fall in. He took his time, tapping the ice in spots to make sure he stayed on solid ice. He was very skilled at it, and you weren’t very surprised.
You admired Frost, he was very charming. You also found him.. very nice looking. As you watched him walk on the ice, you realized just how nicely toned his frame was. He was fit, yet not too muscular. He was tall, shorter than Gideon but taller than Kremy, and his tail was always moving. When you looked at Frost you could picture his nicely defined face with his fluffed cheeks and tiger beard with soft golden eyes.
You didn’t really think about how handsome he really was until now. Such an odd realization at a very odd time, you thought.
As he found himself at the edge of the ice, you stood on your tippy-toes in anticipation. He looked into the river, looking left, right and forward.
“Do you see any?” You called out, hoping to any god in this forsaken land that there were.
You watched Frost’s ears twitch at your call, even from so far away. You knew he heard you by how his tail flicked to the right, but he never looked back. He looked at the water, then bent down closer while still atop the ice. You grew more nervous, worried he’d fall in.
Then his ears drew back and flattened, and his tail fell and snaked around. He looked left and right again.
“Frost?” You called out, a little scared now.
“I see the swamp,” you heard Frost in your mind. “In the river, the reflection isn’t the mountain or the snow. It’s just the swamp.”
~~~
The both of you were looking over the edge of this ice into this swamp for a while now. The farther down or up the river you guys went there were no fish, but there was a swamp.
“Frost I’m confused..” you murmured, clutching the quilt. “There’s no animals.. there’s no berries.. and the river has a swamp in it.”
Frost has been staring at the river for ages now. He looked stone faced, though with hints of anger and confusion. His tail was snaking around the area by his feet still, but his ears were back in place.
“I am rather confused as well,” he admitted. “Is the river magical as well?” He hummed, then suddenly began to his knees and lean into the river. You reached out to him, but just as you thought he’d dip his head in he brought his paw up and pushed it into the river.
You both watched as he sat it there for a minute, then pulled it out. He inspected his hand, then looked back into the river. Now he just had a wet paw, and the river was the same reflection of a swamp.
You got down on your knees beside him, watching as he spiraled into deep thought. You took the quilt and began to hold his paw in it, rubbing it and breathing hot air against it to warm it up.
Frost looked at you quizzically, not stopping the process. “You’ll get frostbite,” you said softly, meeting his eyes with a softened gaze. “You need to stay dry.”
Frost nodded in agreement, letting you continue to dry his paw. He sat down completely, using his free hand to rub his chin in thought. Staring out into the depths of the swamp river, there was silence between the both of you.
What could you say to cheer the tabaxi up? He seemed much more concerned than usual, and when he showed concern it only meant something bad. You wanted to help him relax. Sure this was really weird, but what could you do? You didn’t have any leads right now, you couldn’t get too wrapped up in these things.
“Let’s go and set up camp,” you offered softly, holding his paw between your hands in the quilt. “We can think about it when we’re warm and we eat.”
Frost looked at your trembling frame, then his paw. He sighed softly and nodded, laying his forehead in your hands for just a moment before standing up. He offered you a hand, which you obliged in taking, and he helped you up.
Frost grabbed his bag, lifting it over his shoulders and tossed it to his back. He looked to the left and then the right. “We came from the left,” he said. “It looks like there is another tree line to the right, let’s go there.”
You nodded, sticking close to his side to try to get some some warmth from him. With the damp quilt it was a little harder to stay warm now. Frost seemed to notice this, his tail brushing your leg before he offered his now dried paw.
You looked up at him, watching as he very barely smiled at you. You felt some heat rise to your cheeks and quickly looked towards the trees. Taking his paw, he kept your hand warm the entire way on this very long silent walk to the tree line.
You felt like you were getting closer to the tabaxi, like something was stirring in that mind of his. And maybe a little in yours too.
Nearing the tree line, you looked around and then back to from where you came. It looked really familiar. You looked at Frost, who you realized noticed it too.
“Did we go the right way?” You asked, gripping his paw a little tighter.
“I’m sure of it,” he said, squeezing your hand in reassurance. “My sense of direction isn’t off. I’m sure it just looks familiar because we are tired.”
You knew that was a load of shit. Frost’s tail flicks and twitching ears gave him away. You didn’t say anything. He was trying to give some hope.
You hugged his arm, holding his hand. It was getting colder and colder. The sun was setting, as hard as it was for you to really tell. You swore the temperature drops every hour. The fog from your breaths got thicker and bigger.
Your feet were hurting so badly now. They throbbed and started to almost burn. It was progressive, and you had ignored it for a pretty long time. Now they were starting to swell in your shoes.
“F-Frost,” you breathed out, causing the tabaxi to concerningly look down. “My feet burn..”
Instantly the tabaxi picked you up, causing you to yelp in surprise. “I apologize,” he said, adjusting his grip on you. “We need to get your feet dry immediately so I’m going to have to run.”
“What?” Before you could get an answer the tabaxi was already jogging towards the tree line, the bag bouncing on his back and his grip on you firm. You curled up, the cold wind hitting you. You hid in his warm chest, shivering as he tried to shield you the best he could.
Frost was very fit to be carrying you and his 70 pound bag behind him in a jog. You were very impressed, but more so in pain.
When you made it to the treeline he immediately used his feet to sweep the forest floor of snow. He laid you down and laid the bag next to you. You whined, your hands where the water had been in the quilt were starting to burn too.
“Please hold tight,” Frost said, hopping around you and gathering the bark off of the pine tree close by and then dead pine needles. Skillfully, he lit a small fire, more concerned about your frostbite than warmth.
He walked over and helped you take off your shoes and socks, setting them by the fire and then picking you up and setting you by the fire next. He went back over the to tree to your right, took more bark, and began to feed the fire of fuel.
Your feet were extremely red, much like a tomato. They still throbbed and ached severely, but they were much better out of your shoes. You put your hands up to the fire to help your hands as well.
You let out a sigh of relief. Thank god! Warmth!
Frost stood beside you and held his paw out. “I think we should let the quilt sit by the fire too.”
You nodded and he took it from your shoulders. He folded it neatly and placed it by the fire side, and your shoulders were greeted by the cold breeze.
“I think it’s getting colder,” you said gazing into the fire. “And faster..”
Frost didn’t say anything. He went to his pack and opened it, digging inside and bringing out some rations he had. He gave you one and then sat beside you, holding his in his paws.
You were so thankful for Frost. If it wasn’t for him you probably would have died on the first day to hyperthermia. You know he says he’s used to the terrain, but you were curious about how. He never exactly talked about his past.
You looked up at him to see that his eyes were closed. You looked at his arms and noticed that they were twitching just slightly where the stray snow stayed. You reached up and gently brushed him off, his tail flicking in acknowledgement, until he was clear.
“Thank you,” he murmured quietly, eyes still closed. He looked so peaceful like that, calm. You looked at his hands in his lap and realized he was meditating. You looking back up at his arms and couldn’t help but think how soft they looked, and how warm they probably were.
You leaned into him, holding his robe around you desperately for warmth. You laid your face against his nicely toned bicep, feeling the soft fur against your cheek. You heard a chuff-like sound come from Frost.
He was warm.
The two of you stayed like that in silence for a little while. You were thinking about the rest of the group, how you wondered if they were okay and alive. Then you wondered about the swamp reflection in the river, it was so odd.
Then you thought about the door. The colors of the mirror fram. Then you thought about the snow.
“Frost, you said you are familiar with the snowy terrain right?” You asked, sitting up and looking up to him quizzically. “Why?”
Frost opened his eyes and looked down to you, curious. “I grew up in the snowy mountains after being taken from my parents. I became a sourcerer in the terrain. Why?”
You got to your knees, held his arm and leaning more towards him. “Kremy talks about growing up in the swamp all the time,” you bounced. “Kremy became a warlock there too probably!”
Frost looked at you curiously, then his brows raised. “The door took us to the terrain that is centered around us, what made us what we are,” Frost’s ears perked and his tail danced. “The door’s hue was it seeing where we’d end up, and the door saw me first before you went in-“
“And the door saw Kremy first before Gideon went in! Frost! Maybe the river is actually like a glass wall and we can see into each others realms?” You bounced up to your feet, even though they still ached. “What if Kremy and Gideon are there? Do you think we could communicate with them somehow through the water?”
Frost smiled, then he plucked you up by your hips—earning a rise of extreme heat to your cheeks and neck—and sat you back down. “I think you’re right,” he nodded. “But it’s late now. We should wait until tomorrow.”
You whined a little, which made Frost chuckle. You hugged his arm and nuzzled into it as a sort of victory cheer, and he accepted it.
“Let me make the tent,” he said, placing a paw on your head gently. “Then we can rest and get up early in the morning.”
You nodded and watched as the tabaxi got up with a lighter bounce in his step. You were happy that he was seeing a little more hope than before. As the sun fell, the stars started to shine overhead. You looked up to watch them, the fire dancing in the night.
You noticed the patch of missing bark from a pine tree a few rows away. You looked at Frost quietly, his back turned to you.
He had taken the bark off of the tree next to you to make this fire.
~~~
You woke up shivering. You breathed out a desperate attempt to get warm, then sat up. The tent flap was partially open and the fire was out. Frost was outside, shivering as the snow fell harder onto him, the canopy no longer sheltering the area. He was trying to relight the fire, trying to get some warmth.
“F-F-Frost,” you breathed, shaking viciously. He looked over to you, seemingly disappointed that you woke up. “P-Please-e.. insi-ide..”
“I need to g-get the fire,” Frost frowned. “Give m-me a few minutes.”
You curled up in the tent tightly, trying to focus on staying warm. You listened outside, hearing the wind grow stronger. After a while you heard something being thrown against one of the trees, and a few moments soon after the tent opening and closing.
You opened your eyes to see the silhouette of Frost. He sat the no longer damp quilt on top of you and sat your shoes and socks to the side. With the lack of cold air rushing in, you didn’t feel as freezing.
“F-Frost,” you reached for him as he was about to walk away. He paused where he was then turned towards you. “Please st-tay..”
He watched how you shivered. His irritated tail flicks mellowed, and his flattened ears straightened. He took a deep breath then nodded, walking back over to you and kneeling.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked softly, watching you carefully in the dimmed light.
Overcome with coldness, you really just wanted one thing from him.
“P-please hold me..” you requested. “I’m so c-cold..” reaching out to him he took your hand in his paws and nodded, looking at the sleeping bag and then laying beside you.
You curled up and buried yourself into his chest. If you weren’t so cold, you’d be embarrassed and hot in the face. Now it’s all you wanted for some warmth. It was soft, warm, and tender.
Frost wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on top of yours and his tail wrapping around your waist over the sleeping bag. You felt him shiver here and there for a while, but after a while he stopped.
Both of you finally began to feel some warmth, and eventually the sleeping bag was a little too hot for you. You wiggled out of your sleeping bag, only then realizing Frost was half asleep when you did. “Sorry,” you whispered, sliding out of the bag and throwing the quilt over the both of you, earning a tired half-assed grunt from the sleepy tiger.
You curled up in his arms, in return he curled around you for warmth. You felt his breathing slow, and you felt his tail relax completely. As you were dozing off, Frost very softly snored with a very light rumble in his chest.
You smiled and nuzzled his chest.
And he said tigers couldn’t purr.
When you woke up next you saw sunlight through the tent sheets. You yawned and sleepily hummed. The tabaxi still hadn’t moved from his spot, and the rise and fall from his chest was the same slow pattern. The tabaxi’s soft snores still surrounded you.
You knew Frost usually liked to get up early to meditate, but you figured he was too comfortable. You definitely were.
You were very warm wrapped up in the sorcerer's arms, a little toasty even. You weren’t complaining, it was so much better than the weather outside. However, you were ready to get up and try to talk to Kremy through the river.
You gently pushed against Frost’s chest, earning an ear and tail flick. The next little plush earned a tighter embrace and a small huff of defiance. The third you earned a huff and experienced the pleasure of seeing his eyes flutter open. He blinked a few times and then hummed groggily.
“Morning,” you smiled up at him. “How’d you sleep big guy?”
He hummed again sleepily, then let out a big yawn. Your eyes widened as you were shown his large sharp teeth and his huge tongue. You were glad he didn’t fight with his mouth at all.
Frost sleepily hummed away, the feeling of his claws flexing just slightly into your back prickled you in a very good way. He nuzzled his face into your hair and closed his eyes again. Humming once more, he responded. “Very well.”
His voice was easily an octave deeper and heavily groggy in a sleepy tone. You had to blink a few times to register that it was still the same Frost you fell asleep by. Before you could register how attractive his sleepy voice was, he opened his mouth again. “Mm,” his hum deep in his chest. “May I groom your head?” You blinked, surprised by the inquiry, but nodded. With another deep chested hum, you were met with the tabaxi’s sandpaper tongue on your head.
You were surprised to feel the tired tabaxi grooming your messy hair back. His eyes were half lidded and the rumble on his chest was prominent. His tail curled around the both of you and he hummed, grooming away.
Was he aware of what he was doing? Probably not. But god was this such a rare moment and god were you not gonna fuck it up. You smiled as you let this happen, your heart beating out of your chest with glee.
God he’s so hot right now.
~~~
“Do you see them?” You called out, glancing up from the river reflection towards 20 feet down the iced shoreline to the tiger tabaxi. His tail flicked as he never looked up.
“No,” he responded in your mind, his voice a patient monotone. “Yourself?” He peered over towards your direction, his partially lidded golden eyes waiting for a response. You could only offer a meek shake of your head.
The both of you had been searching high and low in the river reflection for 2 hours now. It was colder than the last few days, and even Frost was having troubles with the climate. If the both of you didn’t die of starvation first, there was definitely hyperthermia creeping closer.
Frost made his way towards you, his strides long to reach you faster as you stood, slightly slipping on the ice below. Your teeth were clattering together, your breath heavy and your body almost spasming to try to keep the blood flowing.
Frost rubbed your arms through the quilt and robe, trying to stimulate some warmth to you, as cold as his paw pads were. He carefully pulled you to his furred chest, rubbing your back as he hummed in thought.
As much as you loved his warmth, it was beginning to not be enough. Even he was starting to slowly freeze, and you could tell. You guys didn’t have much time, you both knew it.
“Mayhaps it would be better to create some signs for them to read when they come across the reflection,” Frost suggested. “I believe I have the materials, we can spread them along the river shoreline and the edge of the ice.”
“T-The shoreline?” You muttered into the fur of his chest, the fur reacting to the warmth of your breath by twitching. The ice was thick on the shoreline, there was no way you could see through it to the actual river.
“Mayhaps they can’t see where we are, or we can’t see them, because we are near the middle of the water while in the swamp they wouldn’t have ice at all,” Frost explained. “I may be able to break some patches in the ice, enough for the sign to be seen. We can’t be too careful.”
All you could do was hum, melting into the soft fur that twitched with every breath of yours. You were freezing, your feet began to burn again. You were getting so tired, your eyelids bobbing.
“May I lift you?” He asked softly, keeping his paws in place. You tiredly nodded, wanting the relief for your aching feet.
You felt the tabaxi’s paws wonder, finding them on the backs of your thighs before he easily lifts you up off the ground, resting your thighs around his hips and supporting your back as they wrapped. You let it happen, too cold to make a comment or noise of protest. You trusted him.
“I believe it’s best you stay at the campsite,” he said, head resting on yours. “I’ll handle the river and continue to search.”
You let out a sound that sounded like a mix between a hum of acknowledgement and a sickened groan. You felt Frost’s grip tighten onto your back as he started to jog along the thickened ice. You heard a crunch or two, though wasn’t sure if it was ice chunks from the snow piles forming on top or the ice that seperated the both of you from the chilled waters before. You were too tired to care.
The last three days have been life altering for your relationship with the sorcerer. Before the manor, your relationship with him was a well rounded friend; companions. The most you did was hug, talk about some heavy things occasionally, and only sometimes join the night sleeping pile when it was time for the group to turn in with no danger in sight. You were often bundled up next to Hootsie more than anyone, but you felt like that’s changed now.
While the both of you freeze like popsicles, you can’t help but feel your heart skip a few beats when Frost’s eyes linger a bit too long, or when his hooked claw clips the robe he gave to you to borrow, or when the brush of his fur ghosts fast your skin.
You were noticing all of the admirable things he did for you, around you, for others. Maybe.. you had these feelings for a while and you’re only just realizing that they’re only getting stronger.
“{y/n},” you hummed and adjusted your arms between the both of you, trying to find the best place for them to bake in warmth. “Don’t fall asleep, did you hear me?” His voice was firm and a little worn from the ice in the wind.
“I hear you now,” you moved your head up to hide into his neck, his head adjusting so you had room. “But I’m so tired..”
“You could die from hyperthermia if you fall asleep,” he sterned. “Your body temperature will drop, and feeling tired is one of the most dangerous symptoms of the development of hyperthermia. Do not fall asleep.” His voice thickened, and the smell of granola and cashew from the last of the rations were breathed in as he adjusted his grip onto you.
“Mmm..” was all you could muster. You were hungry, and you were tired. All you wanted was to curl up with Frost and sleep.
It’s all you wanted.
As you completely relaxed into the tabaxi, you felt your consciousness slip to sleep. Until, at least, you were met with a claw dug into your lower back.
“Ow!” You whined, jumping slight and reacting by reaching behind yourself, finding the tabaxi’s paw right where the sharp pain resided. “Ow ow! Frost cut it out!”
“Please forgive me,” he said, frowning prominent in his tone. “You were dozing. You can’t sleep.” He rubbed the sore spot he pricked you with, an unidentifiable huff rushing out of his nose.
As the canopy above shadowed over the both of you, Frost sat you down. He rushed to make a large fire, which caused some difficulty with the larger chilled winds. Taking longer than normal, you could tell the tabaxi was stressed. Right as you shuffled to try and help somehow, the pine needles caught and the flame grew.
“Please keep it strong,” Frost said gently, jogging to his bag that had resided in your temporary stationed tent. Hearing him rummage through his belongings, you took your shoes and socks off in routine. “I will be back in 2 hours to check on you. Do not fall asleep and stay by the fire. If anything happens I want you to blow this whistle.”
He walked over to you, his large paws softly thumping across the forest floor with littered snow. He held out a bright hunters orange whistle with a small rope at the end. It was too small for the tabaxi to wear around his neck, and too big for his wrist, but you figured it was big enough for you to wear around your neck and take off when needed without struggle.
Placing it around your neck, you glanced over towards his bag again. “Frost, what don’t you have in that bag?”
Frost’s feline ‘lips’ moved slightly towards a smile, his tail snaking around in a positive attribution. “A body,” he replied, his attempt of humor only really understood because of knowing him the way you do. It makes you laugh a little. “I carry around many essentials or things I think may be handy along our travels.”
He walks to his bag and lifts it, wrapping it around to his back and adjusting. “I’ll be back in two hours,” he spoke, his tone back to complete neutral. “Please stay safe.”
“You too,” you said, offering him a small smile. “Don’t fall in.” The tabaxi nodded, tail flicking towards the fire as a silent reminder to keep your eye on it.
Then he walked away, the snow falling behind him, enveloping him into the white shadows.
You were alone.
~~~
Frost’s paws crunched under the growing snow. The snow was falling heavier, his vision becoming impaired due to the density it was growing to be. He felt the snow trickle to his fur and melt, the skin underneath feeling the wetness.
He didn’t like being wet.
Without you by his side he noticed his body was a lot more tense. Mayhaps from worry, mayhaps from the lack of warmth you gave standing so close.
Making the signs and placing them deep in the ice and snow, Frost thought hard. All he could think about was how he could get the both of you out of this. You must still be in the manor, in the same room. That part was obvious to him.
The terrain was repeated, it was the same mountain and river and tree line. Depending on the direction you went, the river and mountain were either in the left or right side. There was always trees no matter how forward you walked. The sides never seemed to change. No matter how far left you walked, the mountain never got smaller.
An illusions room? Frost thought it was possible. The growing storm, however, made Frost doubt himself. Wouldn’t an illusion need help to keep the illusion there? Magic only did so much, there had to be something else. Mayhaps someone who lived in this manor had ice magicks, someone who was pouring ice into the room slowly.
That was possible, though then wouldn’t you or Frost have found the footprints in the snow? Wouldn’t you have found some sort of evidence of someone else being there already from the past 3 days you were there? Maybe the mountain? But the snow was too dense now to see to the mountain, nonetheless from the mountain to where Frost was now.
A sharp coldness stung Frost’s feet pads through his shoes, a surprised jump erupting from the tabaxi. He lifted his foot and hopped to the side, looking down.
There was water on top of the ice.
Frost narrowed his eyes a little, observing as the puddle slowly, yet noticeably, started to get larger.
The ice was.. melting? But the temperature was dropping.
He looked up at the sky. The sun wasn’t even showing because of the growing snow.
Then he saw red.
His eyes widened as the spot below him, the ice, turned to a red, then an orange, a yellow. He teleported to the shoreline, narrowly missing the plume of flame erupting from the ice—the water?—where the smoke of green lingered from when he teleported.
“Frost!”
His ears perked, the burst of fire warming his body even from the distance away that he was. The voice was faint, it was grained. It was Kremy.
“Frost…water!!! It’s…pane…like a…fuck…look...!!” Frost couldn’t quite understand behind the mix of the boiling water and ice around the fire, the roar of the fire itself, and the iced wind picking up.
He tried to reach out with his mind to reach Kremy. “Kremy, I can’t understand you, respond to me in your mind.” Frost prayed it worked. He didn’t understand much that was going on, but if the four of them had to work together between rooms and communicate through each other for them to get out..
It was like an escape room.
“The water is a barrier,” Frost heard Kremy say. “It’s like a glass pane! It’s like a divider between our rooms, and for fucks sakes look above you!!”
Frost was confused, until he looked up in the sky where the fire started to die.
Just behind the haze of the snow was a glistening glass eye staring right at Frost.
~~~
The lack of Frost’s warmth and calming nature really made your thoughts spiral. You hoped he was okay, you hoped he found Kremy and Gideon in the river reflection. And god, you hoped someone found a way out.
You watched the fire, tossing a chunk of torn pine bark onto the flame.
You had admired Frost before all of this, but as the days went by your admiration grew. Before when he’d hold you due to the cold, comfort, or greeting, it wouldn’t last longer than a second and your heart never skipped a beat like it does now. He always smelled nice, but now that you’ve been much closer to him you grew accustomed to the forest musk in his fur. His eyes looked much more gold up close, more defined.
The more you thought about the way he moved during combat, the more you thought about the way his tail sways and his eyes narrow in observation, the way he jokes with the group in his forever monotone voice, the way he smiles only slightly.. you felt butterflies.
Surely the tabaxi wouldn’t feel the same. You were merely friends, you always have been. He never looked at you with anything more than concern and respect towards you throughout your time together. He would mind his hands, ask for permission before anything at all, never lingering his hands outside of his jurisdiction. He only held you when you asked, he only ever treated you with platonics.
You started to find yourself thinking about how his sandpaper tongue would feel along your shoulders and neck, how his deep chested purr would feel against your head as you lay on his chest. You wanted to feel his cheeks graze against yours, the whiskers tickling your nose. You wanted to kiss him, the whiskers tickling your face like little kisses sparking from the lipped center.
You wondered what else you could learn from the tabaxi, as his lover.
The chilled air blew, the fire shrinking slightly from the attack. You tried to move in a direction that would block the wind, then the wind changed. You decided to just throw more pine needles and bark, hoping it would uphold to the horrendous conditions.
It’s been about 2 hours, you were sure Frost would be back any minute now. The cold was getting worse, even by the fire you were struggling. Frost would surely be trembling when he gets back.
Hearing the crunch of snow you relaxed. Speak of the devil.
You tossed some more bark into the fire, shivering at the sudden burst of icy wind. Hearing the crunches of snow come to a stop, you turned around towards Frost.
Instead, you were met with an unfamiliar pair of legs hovering right behind you. Your eyes widened, following the legs to the torso, to the head.
This.. wasn’t Frost.
“W-What-“ you stumbled backwards, the pile of bark toppling over and some igniting in the fire. The figure stepped forward, you stumbled back again, trying to fight to stand.
Glancing down as you hurried up, you noticed the figure’s footsteps were quickly covered by snow. It was like they never existed. No trace.
You swallowed and looked up at the figure’s face, trying to identify the person before you. They wore snow white clothes, boots and a large winter coat with a furred rim of the hood. They had on reflective goggles, a large designed eye right in the middle. Everything of this person was covered in white, specks of dusted snow falling off the gear they had.
“Frost!!” You fruitlessly screamed, watching at the figure reaching for something on their belt. You didn’t waste time, turning and running as fast as your aching legs could take you. You abandoned the blanket, running in bare feet with the robe of the tabaxi flying behind as you ran.
You dodged the trees, running through them without looking back. You had to find Frost, you didn’t know what to do. You never even suspected someone else could have been there with the both of you, why would you? There wasn’t even a sign.
The sound of metal chains filled your ears behind the wind, forcing your eyes to trail behind you. The figure was calmly walking, holding onto some sort of chain that came from their belt. At the end of the chain they held up seemed to be something weighted. The figure swung it to their side, tilting their head side to side as you’d dodge trees.
Then they threw it unexpectedly, almost as if it was teleported. You yelped, ducking behind a tree just in time due to the minimal heads up of the sound of chains. A loud shink filled your ear. You looked at the side of the tree where your head had just been, ice growing onto the tree where the blade resided.
It was a scythe. They had a kusarigama, a really really long one. You barely remember about it, but Frost talked about it once. You wished you listened better.
You took off faster into the woods, zig-zagging the terrain to hopefully deter the aim of the figure. You didn’t know what they wanted, but assuming they tried to kill you it was most likely to do just that.
“Frost!!!” You screamed out into the woods, trying your best to echo through the winds so he’d hear you. “Frost where are you!?”
A blade grazed your calf, ice quickly growing where the wound opened, causing you to yelp and faulter slightly. You stumbled back up, the adrenaline carrying you. The end of the other side roped around the thin trunk of pine just as you dove into the next line, the blade snaking into your thigh. The ice that grew was stained red awfully fast.
You screamed, reaching down to grab the handle and yank it out in a dizzy faze. You felt tears well in your eyes, watching as the blood dripped and painted the pristine white below. The pain pounding through you, you let the adrenaline carry you once more.
Run. It was all you could think. Run.
“Frost please!!!” You cried, running for the terrain of open snow, hoping he’d be on his way there. Maybe he’d see you as you run. He might hear you better if you run for the river, he might still be there.
You glanced behind you as you stumbled into the open field. All there was was the dark pine forest, the rows high and strong. The figure was no where to be seen.
With no sign of danger, you felt the adrenaline give way. The fear and dazed confusion forced tears to flow down your cheeks. What the hell was happening? The pain in your legs, your feet, were pulsing as your heart raced.
“Frost!!!” You screamed in desperation, the shock of someone trying to kill you overwhelming your senses. You were crying, shaking from fear and cold, and in so much pain.
Were you going to die here?
You looked towards the river, the silhouette of it slowly disappearing as the snow fell harder. Looking one more time behind you, you started to run as fast as you could to the river. Your legs begged you to stop, to lay down and bleed. Your feet cried for warmth, cried for compassion.
You couldn’t.
Seeing the river grow closer, you pushed yourself farther. Your legs started buckling, refusing. You pushed.
“Frost!!!” You screamed.
You heard a crunch behind you. Whipping around, you let out a choked sob. Your trail of blood painted the white canvas, painted your indenting demise. The figure was there already, was already so close.
They were a shadow in the storm, though they quickly became more defined. As the both of you connected in sight, you watched them start to spin the scythe of the end of the chain. You let out a meek whimper, turning back around to meekly struggle and desperately attempt for the river.
“Frost!!!” You screamed again, desperation in your voice.
Your legs gave up on you. They were cold, in pain. They couldn’t handle the conditions. Your adrenaline faded away as hopelessness took its place.
Falling into the snow, you choking crawled towards the river. The ice was below you now. It was cold, sticky. Your blood painted its crystallized glaze.
“Frost please..” you weakly begged. The tears in your eyes blurred your vision, no matter how many fell down your hot cheeks.
What an anticlimactic way to die.
You heard a crunch of ice. Slowly you turned to your back, looking up as the figure stood over you. Their head tilted to the side, observing your hopeless state. They caught the swinging scythe and placed it on their belt.
“What do you want..” you meekly demanded. “Why are you here!? Who the hell are you!?” They tilted their head to the opposite side. “FUCKING ANSWER ME!” You screamed, tears streaming faster.
They stared at you. Slowly, they bent down at your feet, one knee on the ice and the other at 90 degrees. You tried to crawl away, though they grabbed your iced calf and pulled you back.
“Where is Frost..” you sobbed to the figure. “Where is my friend? What did you do to my friend..”
They tilted their head to the side again, opposite to its current position. They inched closer to your face, almost as if they were observing you. The eye in the middle of their protective goggles bore into you, your breath hitching.
“Encased future visions portal the embedded facade,” a murky, deep graveled voice crept from behind the mask of the figure. The fog of cold flew into the wind. “Glassed eyes watch the facade break in your past.”
“What the hell are you saying.. I don’t understand!” You cried, trying again to crawl away from your pursuer.
“Encased future visions portal the embedded facade,” they grabbed your face and pulled you up. You kicked though failed to get to the danger. “Glassed eyes watch the facade break in your past.”
“I don’t speak riddles!!!” You cried. “Please!! Let me out of here!! I want Morning Frost!! I want him here and I want us out!!!” You begged, pleading the mercenary.
They pushed your face back, your support failing as you fall to the ice. You coughed and looked up at the figure stood over you, reaching for the scythe on their belt.
“No!!” You cried, lifting your arms in papered defense. “Please I just want my friends!! Please!”
They lifted their scythe up, head tilting one last time. You tried to crawl away, listening to the chains chime the bells of death. You closed your eyes.
“Ugk-“
You opened your eyes and looked where the figure was, watching as they flung themselves backwards and into the snow. Another figure was behind them, falling with them on top.
“Frost!” You breathed, watching as the tabaxi’s paws extended and claws came out. His claws grabbed the figure’s protected face, scratching the goggles and the eye that bore into the snow sky.
The offender grabbed their scythe butt and rammed it into Frost’s rib side underneath them, making Frost grunt and let out a whined groan. You watched as Frost wrapped his arms around the assailant and rolled the both of them, pinning them down as he took a desperate gasp of air.
Frost wasn’t the best with hand-on-hand combat, but assuming the assailant was due to the weapon of their choice, you figured Frost should know already. Frost has to have a plan, or else he wouldn’t have done this.
You looked around the terrain desperately as the two tussled and rolled in snow. A few yards away you saw Frost’s backpack. It was wide open, the snow falling into the guts of the bag.
Looking back to the two, you watched as Frost’s mage hand reached to disarm them, spinning and rolling this way and that to keep the assailant’s arms busy to not let them prevent the action. Turning back to the bag, you started to crawl with what strength you had left.
The chilled wind bore into your butchered thigh, your bruising feet no longer capable of individual movement. You were desperate to get to that bag. He had to have that rope, you remember the rope. You could use it to tie them up and question them for a way out. Maybe something to patch your wounds, stop the bleeding. Anything.
“Umf!”
You glanced back to see the figure’s face exposed and Frost being kicked in the chest across the ice. The figure was another tabaxi, a sort of snow leopard? Their eyes were ice white, blue lips and a dead gaze.
Your eyes widened when they looked over to you. Their other eye was a frosted glassed one.
As they took a step towards you, Frost tackled them to the ground effortlessly. “Get down!” Frost yelled at you, his eyes never leaving the leopard as his hands grew with a misted green hue.
You covered your face and laid against the ice. You felt a wave of some sort that shook the ground below you. You then heard more tussling, Frost hissing out words of attempted bargaining. You crawled again and reached into the bag, a rough texture hitting your hands.
“Frost!” You coughed out. “Catch it!” You pulled the bundle of rope out of the bag, sliding it with the reminding strength along the ice towards him.
Frost glanced over as you called, a breath being knocked out of him as it was slid. His tail wrapped around the rope, swinging it over. You laid on the ice, focusing on your breathing as you watched Frost struggle with the mercenary, trying to restrain them.
God. You thought. I’m so tired.
~~~
The crackling of fire filled your ears. The warmth enveloped you like a summer day. The smell of forest musk and the texture of a soft fur hugged your senses. A sandpaper tongue groomed your head.
You breathed out a pained whine, your ribs aching, your legs throbbing, your feet burning. The quiet hush of comfort held your ears, a soft paw massaging your aching side.
“Don’t move too quickly,” you heard Frost murmur into your ear. “I managed to patch you up with what materials I had, I don’t want your stitches to open.” His tail coiled around your leg loosely, his hands polite with your frame.
“What happened,” you croaked, trying to move to secure your surroundings. “We were on the ice..”
“That was a few hours ago,” he explained calmly. “You passed out from blood loss and hyperthermia while I was restraining our.. uninvited assailant.” He firmly held your stomach with one paw, the other on your shoulder holding you up to his chest.
You blinked, shivering at the cold. You were back at your campsite, the leopard tied to a thick pine trunk. They were awake, looking out at the falling snow. You tensed and Frost quietly shushed your worries, holding your head onto his chest when he felt your concern.
“It is alright,” he reassured. “They won’t escape. They won’t hurt us.”
“Frost I want out of here..” your eyes welled with tears. “I want out..”
He nodded, closing the robe around you tighter as he wrapped around you, acting as your blanket. “I know, it’s alright, we will get out.” He cooed, holding you close as you softly cried into his chest.
You hated it here. You were starving, you were tired, you were cold, you were in pain, and you were so fucking scared. You were over all of this. You were done. You wanted out.
“I have good news,” he said as your sobs died down. “Would it help you feel better if I told you about them now?”
After a moment, you sniffed up your cries and took a deep breath. You took the paw from your stomach, intertwining your fingers together. He gently squeezed your hand, his other paw rubbing gentle circles into the base of your neck. His touch was so soft, so gentle and loving.
You wanted to feel this love for the rest of your life, even if it was platonic.
You nodded, glancing over to the leopard. “I think we’re almost out,” Frost said. “We have the full riddle now, the one from the door. I believe once we figure it out with Kremy and Gideon we can finally break it.”
“But, what do they know?” You asked, gesturing to the attempted killer by the tree. “Maybe they know more?”
Frost shook his head, looking towards the leopard. “I tried to question them, all they would say was the same thing repeatedly. I’m absolutely positive it is the phrase from the door,” his tail flicked as the leopard shifted their feet. “I know they can say more than that, but they won’t. When I look into their mind there is nothing, like it’s a shell of what it originally was.”
You frowned, looking towards the fire. “I can’t even remember what they said.. I was so scared and in shock I wasn’t really listening.”
A hum purred from his chest, the vibration calming your heart.
“Would you like to brainstorm together?” He inquired, his head resting atop yours. You could feel the small smile on his lips by how he spoke, swelling your chest with butterflies. He was quoting you from your first day in this horrid place.
You smiled and nodded, carefully turning so your face could lay on his chest. You used your thumb to feel the fur of his paws, the pads you held being icy yet soft. You loved the roughness the edges of the paw pads gave, yet the softness you touched from the tops of them.
“They said, and I quote, ‘encased future visions portal the embedded facade, glassed eyes watch the facade break in your past.’ That is what was on the door, I’m positive,” Frost recalled. “The riddle and this person are without a doubt connected, they have a glassed eye. When I was at the river there was a large glassed eye in the sky watching me, I’m sure that it’s connected. This person could see us through their own glassed eye, watching us from a distance.”
You hummed, taking in all of this information. “Maybe they have to watch something happen? They’re watching us, and it’s a glassed eye literally, so that makes sense right?”
“It also said that the glassed eyes would watch the facade break in your past, and this is my past terrain. The setting is set, we have that figured out, but what is the facade?” Frost hummed in thought, his tail flicking in your lap now.
“Encased future visions..” you looked at the leopard, who was watching the both of you in a dead gaze. “Like.. a goal? Or like a dream for your life in the future? If it talks about the past at the end, maybe in the beginning it’s talking about your hopes for the future?”
Frost nodded, his head turning down to watch as you held his paw. “That is a very likely theory, I think you’re right.”
“Portal the embedded facade..” you sigh, watching the leopard more closely. Their tail flicked calmly, their ears trained on you both. It freaked you out. “Maybe it’s something to do with.. maybe your future dream is.. something you’re scared of? Something frozen in time? Because it’s encased.. sealed away? Something you want but have sealed it away?”
The leopard’s eyes wander to the tabaxi behind you. Their head tilts, an inaudible pant exiting with a fog. You looked down at your intertwined fingers, using your other hand to hold the back of Frost’s, using your thumb to feel the fur there.
Frost’s tail stilled for a moment, laying on your lap, before calmly swaying again.
“And this assailant is here to keep it encased,” Frost mostly spoke to himself. “That’s the only reason I can think of for why they would try to kill you, to keep the..” he trails off, his tail stilling again.
You looked up to the tiger tabaxi, curious and worried about why he stopped. His eyes were slit narrow, his breath a little shallow. You realized that he was putting pieces together, that he was starting to understand what the riddle was saying.
“Frost?” You gently squeeze his paw, watching as he was brought back to reality. “Are you okay?”
He looked into your eyes and nodded, rubbing your back softly. He lowered his head and buried his face into your neck, earning a heated blush pouring onto your cheeks. You squeezed his paw in surprise and he held you closer. His tail buckled you into his lap, which made you gasp with a little uncertainty.
You looked over to the leopard who was staring just as intently as before. They tilted their head.
“Frost,” you breathed. “What has gotten into you?” He pulled you closer in a comfortable embrace, as much as he physically could. He didn’t say a word.
You blinked. You then melted into his arms. You trusted him. Whatever this was, you trusted him.
You loved him.
You started to think about the riddle. If the first part was talking about a future he was sealing away for whatever reason, and the ending was about his past, the only thing that needed cracking was the facade. Was the facade a secret he was hiding? Or is it the facade of the future or his past? Or the facade that prevents the future he wants? Or the facade..
You closed your eyes, your breath hitching slightly. It was the facade he kept up, the one that prevented the future he wants so badly. He’s scared of something.
“It’s okay to be scared,” you whispered to him. “Everyone is scared of something.”
He offered a soft hum, his paw on your back moving to your side. He moved his face in your neck just slightly, his tail flicking.
“Frost,” you tried. “What is it?”
The crackling of the fire filled the silence.
“Frost,” you frowned. “I’m worried about you.. what are you so scared of? Why are you hiding from what you want in your future? We want to find a way out of here, and you need to fill me in..”
He lifted his head, looking at your eyes. You watched as he observed your expression, taking you in. He took his free paw and placed a single claw under your chin, making you look at him. His whiskers twitched as his eyes sorrowfully softened.
“{y/n},” he whispered. “I want to spend my life with you.”
“What?” You felt your heart leap from your chest. Were you hearing him correctly?
“I have.. I have admired you for many months while we are together on our travels. I have been.. enveloped in the way you smile, you laugh, how your eyes light up with my jokes, with how you observe the way I tinker with gadgets,” his eyes wondered to the side. “I.. I’ve grown to find romantic feelings for you, {y/n}. I want to be in a relationship with you.”
You felt a lump in your throat, a catch in your lungs as you took in the information Frost fed you. Your stomach was in knots, your head fuzzy and light. “You.. you like me?”
“I recognize you do not feel the same,” he closed his eyes and let you go, his paws holding themselves against his body. “I have hidden away my true feelings for you in fear that it would ruin our friendship, that you would no longer enjoy bonding with me and would leave the group. I never made any advancements out of.. anxiety that you’d feel uncomfortable in my presence thereafter. I care for you far too much to scare you away.”
You frowned, looking at his paws. You grabbed his paws, holding them in your much smaller hands. He opened his eyes to look at you, a glossy coating grasping them.
“Frost,” you smiled softly. “Frost I like you too.”
His eyes widened, whiskers twitching. A small smile, no, a big smile forming on the tips of his mouth.
“You.. romantically have an interest in me?” He asked, hope in his once saddened eyes.
“Frost you big ass cat,” you laughed, feeling so free and light. “I want to kiss you!”
“May I?” He watched you carefully. You laughed and held his cheeks and kissed him first, surprise in his face before he relaxed.
The both held each other there, a soft kiss on your lips. When you broke away you laughed aloud as the tabaxi’s tail wagged in excitement. You kissed him again, his embrace gladly accepting.
The cold was nonexistent to you. You were the warmest you have ever felt since your time here with the tabaxi. You felt so alive, so cared for and loved.
The sound of a movement by the tree paused your moment. You both looked over to the leopard who let out a large fogged breath. They held their head high and a purr sounded from them.
“Encased future visions portal the embedded facade, glassed eyes watch the facade break in your past.” they repeated, their dead gaze softening.
You blinked, having forgotten all about the riddle. “Is that it?” You asked the leopard. “We- We solved the riddle? This is all we had to do?”
The snow stopped falling, the icy air halting. You looked at Frost as he held onto you and stood up. He carefully held onto you while simultaneously throwing his backpack on, never dropping you.
You looked at the leopard who stared out into the flat snow terrain. You followed their sight, seeing a rectangular silhouette in the distance. You gasped, patting onto Frost’s shoulder and pointed.
“Frost!! Frost the door!! The door is back!!” The excitement was prominent in your voice, boiled over laughter from relief pouring out.
“Let’s see if we can tell Kremy and Gideon before we leave if they haven’t yet,” he said, adjusting his grip on you as he began to lightly jog through the snow. “Then we’ll all be out of here.”
God was this anticlimactic.
~~~
The feeling of a sandpaper tongue gently grazing along your head woke you. The low purr in his chest behind you calmed your heart, his tongue massaging your scalp. His paw rested firmly on your stomach, the other gently massaging your back.
You hummed in acknowledgement of your partner, who stopped his morning groom and buried his face into the back of your neck. His tail snaked over your hip, the end flicking in content.
“Good morning,” he murmured softly, using his thumb to gently massage your hip. “How did you sleep, my love?”
A smile crept to your face as you melted into his arms. The crackling of the fire in the dark filling your ears.
“I slept good,” you murmured back. “What time is it?”
His tail flicked in thought. “Mm,” he hummed. “About 5, you asked me to wake you up this morning so we could meditate together. Would you like to go back to sleep?”
You tiredly looked up at the sky, watching as the stars twinkled between the forest leaves. The moon shone below, the scattered tree species around the camp painted the terrain. The figures of your friends sleeping around the fire gave you a sense of calmness, a sense of relief.
It had been a month since the manor. Frost and yourself were officially together, no longer the only couple of the group. Kremy and Gideon had gotten out of the manor too, having already been married and showed their love for one another. You all had reunited with your friends, who said you all had only been gone for no longer than an hour.
Four days in that room was an hour for the rest. It was mind boggling to you.
You would never feel the same ever again in snow. You don’t think Frost would either. While the both of you got closer together there, it was.. traumatizing. Frost helped ease your nerves whenever snow fell anywhere, if at all.
He showed you he loved you every day. And you showed him you loved him the same.
“No, I want to get up with you,” you yawned, holding his paw on your stomach. “What do you usually do?”
A loving chuff filled your ears, the best of it brushing against your neck.
“Let me show you.”
You wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life with him. Not one bit.
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Based on my first (technically very second since first time was when I was baby) snow experience that happened in January because my place DOES NOT snow at all. It was very magical.
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From where you were raised, any colder days didn't bring such weather. Sometimes the forecast would say so, but any "snow" would have melted before touching the ground. Now that you have been relocated for your path choice - to reside and train under the honorable eyes of the Lin Kuei's Grandmaster - you get to witness such beauty. Peeking out the blue curtains, it didn't look real. As if you were only dreaming of some white, fantasy world.
"I suppose this is the first time you're seeing snow?" Kuai Liang stood behind you. He watched you stare deeply outside for a few minutes. Additionally, he knows you come from a place that never snows.
"Yes. It's beautiful." You respond, still amazed like a child.
Grandmaster Blueberry Ice sighs and steps away. Somehow as if he's reading your mind, he commands, "Put something warm on and come outside." He just knows you want to play in the snow. You wasted no time getting a light jacket and boots.
Irony has it, you didn't much like the cold. You always enjoyed the summer because it was always so comfortably warm, unlike the harsh freezing winter. But you learned to grow into it. Especially with who you're working under. The excitement in you made you much more invulnerable to the chilly weather you're about to feel.
However, the very second you step out with a smile on your face, you get hit in the face by a snowball, definitely on purpose. You hear the mischievous laughter of your closest peer.
"Frost." Kuai Liang had scolding in his tone. Like a disappointed dad. His look at her says it too.
"I thought it would be funny." Frost deflected.
You shook off the snow and giggled. You'll get her back soon. First thing you wanted to do is make a snow angel. After that easy snow activity, you moved on to the harder one. "I'm going to build the best snowman the Lin Kuei has ever seen!" You got straight to it.
"Man, where's her dignity?" Frost watches you, cringing.
"She's never experienced this before, let her have it." The old, scarred man defended. He finds your playfulness endearing, given that when he was a boy, he nor Bi-han weren't allowed playtime much. Just straight training.
"Okay what do you guys think? I worked so hard on it!" You present them with:
(ignore Gunny lol)
They both quietly glare at your... work. They both seen and are capable of making better snowmen, but yours is just funny. Not entirely bad, but funny.
"Why does it look miserable?" Frost judges.
"You know what? Because you're around." You playfully shot back before chucking a weak snowball at her. She is offended.
"Oh you-"
You see her getting a much more solid snowball ready and you immediately go behind the grandmaster for shield. "Wait, wait, wait, wait , WAIT!" You laugh with some panic.
"Gods." The grandmaster simply says as he just has practically two grown children playing around him. And he doesn't budge when he feels you jumping on his back for his protection from Frost bullying you.
