#tw; manipulation

[griffithhardy-hq]

A request for what would it be like for a fem reader to be stalked by Terry Silver.

Thankyou.

I'm so sorry for taking this long! Only a month late O_O

𝕾𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝕾𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯

<<𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜>>

- Mr. Silver had been associated with all kinds of people throughout the decades. He's seen the good, the bad, and the in-between. Ultimately, everyone just became a means to an end. So, for a lady to catch his attention? It would have to be someone who is different than what he's used to... even in the slightest way.

- In the 80s, he's a playboy. Always seen with models or with women who have a million dollars to their name or two in the upper crust society. The kind that he'd flaunt around with the intention of showing off his status. These conquests wouldn't last more than a few weeks. He gets a rush out of just seeing the paparazzi in a craze to get the latest scoop on him all while he is fully in control about what gets let out to the eye of the public, even the 'leaked photos'. Everyone is merely a puppet in his world, and it gets him cackling at the very thought of it.

- But that's not all. Hell, it's the tip of the iceberg for Terry. He'd indulge in the mediocre bar dancers and hookers from the dingy parts of LA and likely all over the world too, the man's got to travel for business and he's got to keep himself entertained while he's at it! Women would practically fall at his feet just for a chance, a billionaire with looks and charm that could put the best models and actors to shame.

- So I'd imagine that the kind of lady that would catch the eye of Terry Silver would be someone who he'd seen whilst pretending to be a commoner, a broke karate instructor who's got a blue pick up truck that isn't in good shape. A random woman who works or lives in the area, just a few blocks away from the dojo. Probably isn't one to be seen as a fast or pretentious like himself. One who would generally be described as sweet and humble but would stand her ground if she's pushed too far. I think he'd like the challenge of molding someone to his liking while they have a fighting spirit in them. Makes things a whole lot more interesting.

- It would start off small. Him keeping an eye on you every day, memorizing your daily times of leaving for work in the morning and returning home. The route that you take, whether you walk, take the bus, or travel using your own vehicle, that would most likely be of the same value of his blue pick-up truck. The people that you interact with on the way.

- He'd hire a team of private investigators to get every bit of information about you after you seem to be stuck in his head even while he's coked out in the sauna. 'Nothings for free' there's a price that you will have to pay for occupying the thoughts of Terry Silver, borderline obsession sinking in.Your past, your family heritage, everything right down to your passport and social security number. Any past lovers and their history, too. If you happened to have a lover at the time, they'd swiftly be removed from the picture. He's all about the extremes, and no one will get in the way of him getting what belongs to him.

- Whilst you're away from home, he'd enter with the spare key that he'd seen you put under the small pot plant near the door although a mere door lock isn't something that would be hard for him to pick. Your apartment is small but clearly lived in. He'd have a look at everything you keep around, your drawers and shelves memorizing your interests. Your wardrobe and accessories will definitely get an upgrade in his home. He probably keeps something of yours for himself as a momento of you, your scent lingering on it. You seem to have not found one of your underwear in your laundry this week. That's strange...

- He'd come by and hide in the dead of the night to watch you in your natural state. Your mannerisms and what makes you feel relaxed. The type of shows you watch, the food you cook and whatever else you like to do in your spare time, your hobbies. He'd provide you with it all and more when the time comes. You'd get the weird feeling of having eyes on you, yet everything seems to be normal, and everything around is still in place. Nothing out of the ordinary. He'd even follow you to work and at the spots you chose to spend your leisure time at. Watching who you confide in and who you wouldn't associate with.

- After days, maybe even weeks of stalking his prey, Terry might come over and introduce himself to you. Just taking a walk on the street and offers to help you with the groceries one day. "Hey, need a hand with that?" All smiles and very friendly. He'd pick up the conversation easily with you coming off as innocent as possible. "Terry Silver, nice to meet you! I actually run the dojo a few blocks ahead." He'd tell you whilst offering a handshake after setting your groceries on the kitchen counter..

- That night whilst getting a good soak in the tub, he'd be on a call with John absolutely cackling about it all and going over the details of his plans for you. "Oh yeah! I'm just getting started, John!"

- Present day Terry Silver has a much different style and approach to this kind of situation. His playboy reputation all cleaned up, and the CEO of Dynatox Industries, who used to illegally dump nuclear waste, is now seen as someone who is an environmentalist more than anything. He's sober, has been to therapy, and is now associated with 'like-minded 'people. Yet everyone is still a means to an end, and he's just wearing a mask in front of these people. They don't know him the way they think they do, nothing of his time in 'Nam and certainly nothing about his old-time friend Captain John Kreese..

- It isn't likely that a woman from the upper crust would get his attention this time around either. All of these people are around him because of his money and reputation anyway.. if anything, they would end up just like Cheyenne Hamidi. In this case, it's likely that the woman who catches his eye would be someone who works for him or maybe comes around to one of his dojos. After observing you for a while during the class and afterward in his office through the many cameras installed in the dojo, he'd come to the decision that you are going to be his. There's definitely a fire in you if you have the guts to try out something like martial arts even if you don't know what it is that you're getting yourself into..

- He'd take full advantage of the presence of technology these days and find out everything he needs to know about you. Stalking your social media accounts and using all means possible to get information on you. Again, he'd have everything on you down to the very last detail. No lover or potential lovers will get in the way either. All of that will be taken care of.

- He's more direct in his approach this time, he'd come off as the sensei who's intimidating during training with the most piercing eyes in the room, but the most humble and understanding man outside of it all. He'd make you feel like you could trust him and confide in him whenever you needed to. He'd easily gaslight you into the entire situation, making it seem like it was you the whole time, and he'd be downright successful.

- He'd talk you into telling him everything about you in the shortest amount of time and have you invite him over to your home with ease. He's an old man, he doesn't have all the time in the world to play these games like back in the 80s as much as he liked the chase he would likely speed up the process tenfold. He'd have a look around your home whilst you're in the kitchen or bathroom, and he'd memorize it all. Not a sound would be heard from him. For a man as big as him, he's the quietest. You'd often get spooked by his sudden presence around you.

- You'd find yourself running into him a lot these days, but you couldn't put anything past a coincidence. After all, he's the nicest person you've come across. He's probably got your phone taped while you were non the wiser. Everything you do would ultimately be in his control without him even moving past the facade of friendship with you. Your friends and family start to get distant, but Terry is always there whenever you need it... Once a snake has you secure in its coil, there's no escape other than that of death..

[terrence-silver]

If Terrys beloved is a single mum would he still pursue her and would he be a good step parent and father.

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The agenda is quite simple, really:

Claim what he wants; namely, beloved.

They so happen to come in tow with a child from a previous relationship?

Alright then...change of plan. Adapt and overcome.

Ensure that kid loves, admires and adores him far more than they ever would their actual biological dad (and even the biological dad's extended family) through a combination of everything including expensive gift giving, subtle manipulations, enabling, love bombing, sweet talking and utilizing the means of whatever conditioning tool proves most fruitful given the situation. Beloved's his now. They belong to him. By extension, their kid will belong to him too and so will everything pertaining to beloved because he doesn't suffer competition behind that saintly facade he puts on. What's best, they'll never even realize what's happening because he won't let them realize.

Impress, draw further in and endear beloved further through just how much their child warmed up to him, making distancing oneself, as if though that was ever an option on the table in the first place, only the more difficult with each passing day, because you wouldn't break Billy's heart by putting a wedge between us now, would you? And if an attempt is ever made, of course the kid in question will naturally rebel on their own, as kids often do, making Terry's job easy for him, because beloved would not only be taking away a dad figure once, she will be doing so for a second time and Terry knows and anticipates this as a plan B. Terry will only effortlessly end up seeming like even more of a hero if beloved ever tried wiggling out.

So, really, Terry makes himself absolutely necessary. Irreplaceable. Number one.

Next on the agenda; ensure the actual biological dad is entirely erased from the game due to the fact that they'll never measure up to Terry Silver; the stepfather who does Karate, who's been in the military, who gives the coolest advice at just the right time, who owns a dojo, who employs a waiting staff, runs a company, wears amazing suits, so happens to live in a mansion and collects dozens of sports cars. He's, almost stereotypically speaking, literally almost every child's dream come true parent; another thing he is entirely aware of and plays into like there's no tomorrow. Biological father? Who on earth is that punk schmuck anyway?

What's worse, Terry won't even have to eliminate the man personally. Won't have to lift a finger or even open his mouth to besmirch and sabotage the guy; if anything, he'll tactically defend him to seem like the 'good cop' in comparison, further adding to the mystique that he's as humble as the salt of the earth and just as kind. Sooner or later, beloved and beloved's kid will distance themselves from the man on their own because Terry will prove to be a father figure like no other; someone nobody can measure up to and what's the point of anyone ever even trying (a grace Terry rejects with a fake sense of being humble). I mean, he defends beloved's ex and speaks of about equity! Consideration! Fair play! Can you believe!?

By the end of it, beloved and the child will be the ones feeling grateful due to Terry Silver coming into their lives in the first place and internally, he'll laugh and laugh and laugh until the end of time because he's won just like he always knew he would.

[united-as-one]

Months had passed since the falling out of the two idols, riding through the wave of comebacks, interviews and group vlogs and activities with relative professionalism. Whether it be sitting separately with feigned smiles and uninterested duo interactions that were awkward but manage to pass off enough without anyone in the public eye to suspect a rift forming. The more eagle eyed watchers and the megafans of UNA1 however knew the truth.

Something, must have happened between the Choi Sangkyu and Yang Sujin to cause such an inseparable duo to seemingly not do anything together anymore.

Choi Sangkyu, the youngest of the group and as such coddled by the older members, saw himself as a star within the group. Gone was the shy and innocent boy who said yes to anything that could put him into the spotlight for even a few seconds. Now? He seemed like a completely different person, and more terrifyingly... An extension and mimic of a man that he was meant to forget, meant to move on from, meant to be free from. But alas, that was not to be.

With the other members off to watch a movie or visiting their significant others, Sangkyu was left to his own devices with MIR4GE on tour. Who else was here? It was time for the silent treatment to end, and wouldn't take no for an answer.

The young idol marches through the dorm corridor, before coming to a stop at Sujin's room. With a deep intake of breath, he doesn't even choose to knock a trait that he had learned and gotten used to doing with how open he was with Sangkyu. There, he runs a hand through his blonde hair, eyeing the idol who he counted on and trusted on a long time ago with folded arms.

"You can't keep this shit up forever. Talk to me, that's the least you can do. Or is your jealous pride too much to acknowledge me?" Sangkyu didn't even wait for an answer as he climbed atop the idol, practically pinning him down as he claws the headset off Sujin's head. "Did you hear me? I'm done with the silent bullshit! You're supposed to by my friend!?"

@star-paths

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ The way his face lights when he steps in the room is as unsettling as it always is and it's more that this man has always been a little too close to them for comfort to allow that look to do anything short of making his skin crawl. He was far too close to Helakan and he was far too close to Setä Huippu and Täti Hiekka too. Way too close and he still holds beliefs to this day that he had something to do with it.

But that's not why he's here and that's something he just remains quiet about to this day. No one listened to them then, so no one would listen to them now.

"Sitriini, to what pleasure do I owe for your appearance?"

And he can't say he likes the tone in his voice. It's far too familiar and he has always always ALWAYS hated it when he uses his first name. He never gave him permission to do that and quite frankly he doesn't give a damn about his station. It doesn't absolve him of the very basic cultural rules.

"Pilvi. That's what."

It's a half snarl from the symphony as he stops before the preacher's desk with one hand on his hip as he glares forward.

"What about the prince? You don't seem very happy."

"Why would I be happy to hear about how you've been treating my nephew? Do not forget - "

"He's more like a first cousin once removed. You know you and Aurinko aren't actually brothers. Don't be silly now, Sitriini."

The growl that rumbles up from the back of his throat is entirely involuntary and he just finds himself doing it as his arms raise to cross over his chest.

"Pissing me off at the start isn't good way to take this Sumu."

He watches as the Silver Fog straightens his back in his chair and motions to the one in front of his desk.

"Forgive me. I know how close you and His Majesty are. Sit down, tell me what's on your mind."

"Sielu said that he can't handle this himself, implying that you banned a royal Soul Bind from the Church. He said the way you treat Pilvi is horrible and that you've been rude to his prime. You know can't ban a Soul Bind from entering the Church of all places, right?"

"Well His Majesty has asked that I do not enter the palace unannounced, I can ask the same of a Soul Bind - can't I?"

"One that's entirely different. You got banned from the palace because you spoke out of line about Setä and Täti. Two, you can't stop a Soul Bind from bringing you issues in concerns to their Liege."

"Shouldn't he process them through Tulet first anyways?"

"He can't process anything through Revon if part of the concerns are about Revon. Sielu said you were being colorist to him and I swear that better not be the case."

There is a sigh from the older man as he listens and then folds his hands in front of himself with his head dropping ever so slightly.

"I understand you're upset, Sitriini but you have always been one with a fiery temper ever since you were a boy. Take a deep breath for a moment and we can have some tea and talk this out like men. If you're all riled up, we're never going to understand each other."

He finds himself half leaning forward in the chair he was sitting in to growl a little at the mention of his own anger before he's sitting back and taking in a deep breath. He watches as the elder man calls for one of his attendants and asks for some Star Flower Tea to be brought for them.

"It's your favorite, right?" He asks and he swears there is a smile behind his mask as he watches deep blue eyes soften.

"You and Sielu are close, right? Good friends? I don't know him very well since I'm not at the palace every day but there had to be a reason that His Majesty picked him to teach the prince, isn't there? What do you think?"

And it feels like a trap. It feels like a trap to bring down his walls and he hates how fast it works. Sielu is - the fastest way to ease his anger and he just can't bring himself to hold on to any kind of flame when he lets that man's waters surround him. He can already feel the blush creeping into his cheeks as he thinks about him.

He was just trying to see how many animal shaped erasers he could balance on his nose this morning and even if everyone else would see him as a clown, he knows better. He has always found his silly little antics endearing.

"Friends, Joo. He's my best friend." He starts as he finds his hands lacing together to have his fingers push and pull at themselves while he thinks of blue. While he lets his whole mind fill to the brim with the color.

"We - we're courting."

"Oh I see. It's quite serious then? I had no idea. Tell me about him."

"He's brilliant. He's dangerously intelligent - like Valo is but in other ways. He's silly and fun and a bit of a clown. He knows how to make me laugh and I love his jokes. He's the most brilliant musician I have ever met. Truly, he's been blessed by Lord Haya. He plays cello and his voice - " there is a dreamy sigh as he pauses. "- he sounds just like a Mist Dragon when he sings."

"I see. He sounds like quite the catch."

And there are eyes on him, practically watching his hand as he reaches for the cup of tea that was sat down in front of him. He's bringing it to his lips and he can't deny how good it tastes and there is a small hum of contentment as he takes a sip. It's - it's sweetened with just a bit too much sugar - just the way he's always liked it when it makes the whole cup transform into some kind of liquid candy.

It would be a waste to just let it sit there. It would be a waste to not drink it all. So there is a second drink and then a third and soon he finds himself relaxing from the heat of it all. His phone is ringing and he doesn't know why. It's past his hour, so he doesn't have any where to be today.

He's sliding it out of his pocket to see Kummisetä's number bright on the screen but as he moves to answer it -

"It can wait, can't it Sitriini? I think what we're talking about it much more important and I never get to see you. Things have been going well for you then - " The elder man asks, smiling as he watches the Symphony merely turn his phone over and place it face down on the desk in front of him.

"Joo I - " He pauses for a moment as he tries to think. His head is a bit fuzzy and he's trying to remember what they were talking about. " - Sielu wasn't it? He - Ei - he hates the church - he wouldn't want to come here."

"Oh? Why's that - what has he said - "

And he doesn't know if the likes the tone of the other's voice so he take a moment to drink more of his tea in the hopes it will clear his head so he can think a little better.

" - He thinks you're an idiot. He hates you. All of Pilvi's binds do. They hate how you treat him - " He's pausing again to take yet another drink of his tea as he shakes his head again hoping it will help him think.

"I - I'm sure they don't understand. The boy tends to overexaggerate. You know that as well as I do."

"I - joo. You're right. He can get really wound up for no reason... "

"Who called you?"

"Oh um - Kummisetä - I should - "

" - He can wait. It's not like he's your actual father. We should talk more about Sielu - Don't you think you deserve someone a little better - who doesn't hate the church?"

"He doesn't hate the church - he hates you."

"I see. That's almost the same thing though isn't it?"

He's taking a few more drinks of his tea to help clear his head but it's getting so hard to focus - he finds himself rubbing at his eyes trying to see it will help clear everything up.

"Ei I - what were you saying?"

"That you're going to find someone much better for you than Sielu. You shouldn't have someone so negative around you Sitriini. You should be focused on your work - "

"I - really? That doesn't seem quite right."

"My dear boy, I think you're confused - perhaps you just need a moment to rest. You should go back to the palace and get some sleep, Sitriini. I'll - see you soon, okei?"

He's nodding but it feels weird to stand and even weirder walking. Everything is wobbly and unsteady and flying is a beast to accomplish right now. He feels like he's almost forgotten how to do it - and right when he feels himself wobble in the sky strong arms are steadying him only to scoop him up entirely and carry him back to the palace himself.

"I've got you kiddo." The voice comes and he knows the deep rumble of the shadow's voice when he hears it. For now- it's safe. Varjo will put him to bed he's sure. He can sleep until they get back home.

[kuroki---kaze]

( @frequencypawn )

Grey eyes usually filled with light and warmth focus coldly on the targets downrange. Well-trained hands hold a rifle steady, honed in without the scope in use.

It's been too long since he's practiced without it. He can't let himself get too unseasoned, hence the use of iron sights.

They're harder to use accurately at a distance like this. The scope lays off on its own next to his bag on the table behind him, mostly abandoned just like his prior occupation.

Still, Wonderland is not without its dangers. He's not naïve enough to assume that the Comodeen is invincible regardless of how well-built or well-hidden the compound is.

If the time comes, blowdarts aren't going to be saving them like a firearm will. If the time comes, Kain will defend this place with ferocity only Miles has seen a glimpse of.

The once-soldier takes in a controlled breath, moves his index finger to the trigger, exhales, and fires.

Off the bullet goes. The butt of the rifle presses into his shoulder in a way he can't say he misses feeling often.

His hand moves back to the bolt to ready another shot.

Inhale. Trigger. Exhale. Fire. Eject. Ready. Repeat ad nauseam.

It's as easy to him as blinking is, even as much as he hates for that to be true. And while he's certainly no Hawkeye, examining each target once he's fired off all his rounds shows that he's still a deadly threat and a force not to be reckoned with.

Every shot was at least center mass, if not a bullseye outright. He's almost glad that Pilvi isn't in this part of the compound to see him. This isn't the name he's made for himself here.

This isn't who he wants to be, but he knows he cannot let himself be rendered defenseless, either.

As he turns to retrieve his handgun for the second phase of his target practice, he's faced with a looming presence that he somehow missed entering.

"... Hi, Black Wind," he greets. "When'd you get here?"

⋆୨𖤓୧⋆ This is not a display he was expecting from the Amestrian. This one seemed to spend more time injured than anything else. From the moment White Cloud brought him back and beyond, he's been... injured; and if he wasn't - he was practically glued to the Cloud's side.

This man is the reason that White Cloud has been so distracted. He's seen the way jade eyes look at him. He knows what's going on in that head of his. He can see how high the Cloud has ascended without ever so much as leaving the ground. He knows what's happening.

He won't say he cares for it but at the same time it's not his business to care.

Still trained eyes watch as each shot is fired and it's an entire ocean to take up where their final location strikes. At the very least he can say the Amestrian has good aim. At the very least he can say if push comes to shove the Amestrian can defend himself. He does not want to see what happens to his counterpart when this man dies.

Or goes home for that matter.

If he ever goes home.

The ever optimistic look that exists in White Cloud's eyes when he explains to these people that he can find the Pillar that connects to their world so he can send them home - it's as painful to watch as it is deceitful because they both know he's promising the impossible.

They both know that he's been lying to these people the entire time out of some twisted form of care because he knows full well that the Cloud is too damn scared to just tell them the truth.

Which one of them is the wicked one now?

There was mercy and there foolishness what the Cloud was doing was foolishness. What the Cloud was doing was cruel. He couldn't promise these people the impossible just to try to spare them from the pain of the inevitable. The same as this man. He too would feel the pain of the end of his world, just as they all would.

And if White Cloud ever did find the Pillar that connects their Amestris to Wonderland then he would see to it that ever last one of them were returned to their homes himself, if only to make his Other's mind a bit more clear. His head was... filled with frivolities as of late.

There were already enough problems with the other Mistericans, but he couldn't do anything about that and if he dared he's sure that the Lamb would become a Lion at a moment's notice.

So he stands, silently as he watches the Amestrian unload the clip in his weapon as if he's done this thousand times and it's enough to know that the unassuming man before him has seen battle, war at that. It's at least a small comfort. It's a small comfort that should the worse happen, then maybe he would be a hinderance on the battlefield.

That's the last thing they need. Even if he doesn't want any of these people near Chaos in the first place - if only to avoid - a repeat of last time.

The man turns, finally noticing him and he is greeted in a casual sort of way that brings his lips to drag down into a deep frown. He wants to know when he got here which means he had been so absorbed in his task that he hadn't noticed the Windarian's entry. Foolish. That's dangerous to not be completely aware of one's surroundings at all times when handling a firearm.

He has more important questions for this one than the state of his ability to access a battlefield. Blue eyes focus in on grey coldly as his voice leaves him in a deep rumble.

"....tell me something. Is he in your eyes?"

[lllluka]

I turned Chat Noir's creepy, passive-aggressive BS from Glaciator into text format lol. Sorry, in what Universe is this behaviour romantic?

Bonus (Heart Hunter Dialogue):

[warriorsbutnotreally]

Hawkfrost Is The Father Of The Three, And Ferncloud Raises Them With Dustpelt AU

So

I don't ship these two, nor can I picture these two in any sort of healthy relationship because of just how bad Hawkfrost is

that being said

tw; manipulation, gr**ming and abuse

I'm also going to be combining it with this AU request cause they ended up feeling like they fit together

During one of her visits to talk to Mothwing, Leafpaw comes face to face with Hawkfrost. She's very cautious about the tom, knowing his own sister doesn't trust him, but he comes off as charming and charismatic

She asks him politely not to tell on her being here and he responds with being rather flirty, assuring he'd never let such a cute she-cat get in trouble, flustering her and causing her to run off

Leafpaw in confused as she personally hasn't had any cat flirt with her, as everyone knows they're not supposed to with her being a medicine cat apprentice

She ends up getting more and more curious about this tom while her sister is off on her adventure with the chosen cats and takes to trying to casually watch him whenever she can, namely while gathering herbs near the border or soaking moss

He's quick to notice

One of the times while she's alone, he confronts her about watching her, saying if she wanted to see more of him, she could just ask She tries to object, shaking away these weirdly uncomfortable feelings, but he gives her a very affectionate lick before leaving, causing her even more confusion

Hawkfrost works hard to earn her positive favor, leaving little gifts such as herbs, prey, and other small things where he usually sees her. Leafpaw, unsure of what else to do, ends up accepting these gifts.

He also starts giving her these gifts in person, causing her to struggle with what she knew She trusts Mothwing, who says Hawkfrost has done bad things But Hawkfrost is showing he's not a bad cat after all

After some time, Hawkfrost starts making little comments, namely against the company Leafpaw usually kept when she wasn't alone "Sorreltail just tries to act like she's better than you by taking control of situations, huh?" "Cinderpelt really doesn't trust you to gather herbs alone?" "Brightheart seems to be more worried about her daughter than she does helping medicine cats, doesn't she?"

Over time Leafpaw is filled with more confusion and doubt and starts spending less and less time near camp Hawkfrost still visits her often and, after the chosen have come back, he starts getting more physically affectionate towards her, sharing tongues with her and having her cuddle with him

Leafpaw still has doubts but she's conflicted about them

On the journey to the lake, after this had been going on for some time, Leafpaw opens up to Squirrelpaw about what's been going on and Squirrelpaw immediately doesn't like or trust Hawkfrost, especially when Leafpaw expresses some doubts about him but is quick to excuse them

She brings Squirrelpaw's feelings up to Hawkfrost and he's quick to try to turn her against her sister, making her rather uncomfortable as she's sure her sister is the only cat she truly trusts

They get to the lake territories and Hawkfrost tries to convince Leafpaw to join RiverClan, but she declines, stating her family is in ThunderClan and that she doesn't want to leave them

Despite his pressuring and her unsure feelings, she does still visit him as often as she can, sneaking around territories because she doesn't have many cats to talk to since she dropped almost all her friendships for him

Leafpool and Squirrelflight have their full names when the in-fighting in WindClan gets worse

When the WindClan coup happens and Mudclaw states Hawkfrost as one who helped him and Leafpool quickly turns to Mothwing, whom she had been hanging out with less and less, and asks her if this is true

Mothwing, though rightfully hurt by Leafpool leaving her alone, confirms the ThunderClan she-cat's fears and Leafpool goes to confront Hawkfrost

Hawkfrost tries denying at first and even tries to brush it off and be casual as he tries to show her more physical affection, but she hisses at him and demands the truth

There's a long bit where he dodges the truth, before he gives up trying to be nice and tells her, bluntly, that Tigerstar had told him to 'get her out of the picture' by any means And he was 'trying to be nice' and not kill her, since Mothwing liked her, and then blames her for 'what happens next' and attacks Leafpool

Thankfully Squirrelflight caught wind, thanks to Mothwing, and comes to her sister's rescue, attacking the tom and running off with a wounded Leafpool by her side

Leafpool is in shock and sick to her stomach with what Hawkfrost said and did She tells her sister everything, including that she was still seeing him after Squirrelflight told her to stop and how he wanted her to no longer talk to Squilf and join RiverClan.

When the two bring this to Brambleclaw, the tom is skeptical and doesn't trust what they're saying, and when he brings this up to Hawkfrost, he's less clear about how to feel.

Hawkfrost's death goes down the same as canon.

Leafpool finds out she's pregnant and is horrified, as she knows that the only option of the father is her abuser

Squirrelflight, despite being single [as Brambleclaw's dismissal of her sister's abuse and Ashfur's babying of her pushed her away from both toms], insists on helping her as she's worried for Leafpool

There is a lot of debate and the two end up accidentally being overheard by Ferncloud. She doesn't ask questions, seeing the distressed look on Leafpool's face and simply states that she'll adopt the kits as if they were her own. She even manages to convince her mate, Dustpelt, to agree, though he thinks he's adopting Squirrelflight's kits and not the halfClan kits of a medicine cat as Ferncloud is aware it would've been harder to talk him into it otherwise

Three kits are born in secret - a brown and white tabby tom, a tortoiseshell tabby she-cat, and a mostly white tom with brown patches. Ferncloud names the first on Finchkit, Squirrelflight names the second one Hollykit, and Leafpool names the last one Lionkit hoping the tom will be strong enough to outlive his unfortunate circumstances. In this AU Icekit and Foxkit are born a couple moon earlier than they were in canon and are a couple days younger than the Three.

They bring the kits home and Dustpelt immediately dotes over the five of them, not even caring which ones might be Squirrelflight's and which ones might be his. He doesn't even tell any of the kits otherwise. To him they are his five wonderful kits.

Ferncloud and Dustpelt are wonderful parents to the kits, Dustpelt teaching them the importance of tradition while Ferncloud teaches them to care about others

TPoT goes through canon somewhat normally, aside from Finchpaw being confused on why he was able to see a prophecy about Firestar's kin when he isn't related at all to Firestar. However, once Lionpaw is training in the Dark Forest, he is confused when Hawkfrost refers to Lion, Finch, and Holly as his kits

Hawkfrost reveals the secret, wanting Lionpaw to know that the Clan isn't being entirely truthful.

Lionpaw isn't sure how to feel about this

He confronts Ferncloud and Dustpelt. Dustpelt is shocked to hear Leafpool's name, but there's only a minor argument about lying with a promise to be truthful in the future, as Ferncloud admits it's not her story to tell and he understands.

Lionpaw, Finchpaw, and Hollypaw are taken with Dustpelt to talk to Leafpool, where she opens up about the abuse she faced at Hawkfrost's paws and how he used her. Dustpelt, who came in angry, is more understanding at the end as he remembers how Tigerstar, Hawkfrost's father, hurt his brother, Ravenpaw to the point of running away

The apprentices are confused, asking if she wanted them, and she assured it had nothing to do with them and more to do with the tom that sired them

When Lionpaw expresses anger towards Leafpool, Dustpelt scolds him, telling the tom that the hardest thing for a queen to do is give up kits and telling him that it was brave for Leafpool

Lionpaw confronts Hawkfrost and is lied to and the apprentice storms off, not wanting to hear it once the Dark Forest warrior starts bad-talking Ferncloud and Dustpelt

Hollypaw struggles with the news, as she was raised that medicine cats should never have kits, but her father is being forgiving of this on exception She ends up talking with Ferncloud about it and gaining an understanding that things happen out of anther cat's control and they can't help it

Finchpaw and Leafpool come to an agreement that he doesn't have to think of her as his mother and that Ferncloud was the one who raised and cared for him better than she could He still knows, but he accepts that he was adopted and is alright with that, as it gave him a family he needed

This is as far as I got mentally with this, but there's no big secret, though Ashfur being a problem can probably still be a plot or something

idk

a lot of these plots revolve around TPoT, so there's only so much new I can add dsakhf

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