hm. squirrelflight x f!windclan reader? cool blog btw
ya!!! i got a little carried away with this bc im a fellow squirrelflight enjoyer lol.
Squirrelflight x F! Wc! Reader
You two met as apprentices. Squirrelpaw was on patrol duty when you two locked eyes.
You approached first, although hesitantly. You where basically on Thunderclan territory at this point, and you didn't want to get into any fights. But Squirrelpaw just turned away.
You saw her again at the gathering, arguing with Brambleclaw. It seemed like it was escalating. Without thinking, you rushed over and growled at the large brown tabby. He sighed and pushed you away like you where nothing, but Squirrelpaw looked relieved.
"Hey, thanks for saving my pelt there." She says, chuckling. "Who are you?"
You two made quick conversation. Squirrelpaw made snarky comments about the other clans, and you laughed along with her. You agreed to meet up again next gathering.
What felt like hundreds of moons later, you had gotten your warrior name. And today was the first gathering you would be attending as a young warrior.
Squirrelpaw, or should I say, Squirrelflight, was waiting for you with sheer joy on her face. You knew she had gotten her warrior name too.
You did your usual, gossiping about the clans and laughing together. You left with a different feeling, though. It took a while pondering under the stars for you to finally figure out what it was. And you needed to tell her.
So, you found her out by the lake. You sat next to her and proceeded to spend the next hour pouring your heart out when you found out she felt the same. And then you just kind of... stayed there. Enjoying each other's presence.
And everything felt just a little bit better after that.
Request: Do you do cross-overs? I was thinking Neal Caffrey’s younger sister works with the BAU, her brother, Mozzie, and Peter on a case, and ends up crushing on Derek Morgan.
The takedown went so quickly that your head spun. Before you even realized you were safe, agents in thick body armor were coming in from all sides, cuffing and hauling off everyone, even Frank. You were the only one left free, and slowly, the adrenaline was replaced with both relief and with a bone-deep tiredness that made you want to flop onto the nearest soft furniture and sleep for a whole day.
Hotch took your statement – “to tie up the loose ends,” he said – and then… the case was over. A week’s worth of work, finished just like that. You wondered if Neal always felt like he’d missed a step when the big ones came to a close. You would get whiplash if things ended any faster.
“Wait, that’s it?” You asked, catching Derek in the office while he and Reid were passing by, both of them shouldering small duffel bags. “It’s over, done, I’m safe and you’re leaving?”
Reid briefly excused himself to go wait in the car. Derek put his bag down by his feet so that you could talk for a couple of minutes without feeling hurried. “Yeah, that’s it,” he answered, shrugging with one shoulder. “The court case will be handled by the organized crime team here. Agent Ruiz.”
“Ruiz hates me,” you grumbled.
He smirked a little, amused. “I noticed the first day.”
“How soon does your plane leave?” You asked, pursing your lips. You didn’t want to put your finger on why you were disappointed, but you weren’t ready to see them go… you weren’t ready to see Derek go, in particular. You hadn’t met anyone like him before. You’d never been so readily comfortable opening up to anyone before, and now he was just taking off.
Derek looked at you for a few seconds, his eyes moving past yours and over your face. You kept your eyes on his the whole time, knowing full well that he was looking for a hint at what you were up to. For once, you weren’t up to anything. You just didn’t want him to go yet.
“We aren’t going until the morning,” he replied at last. “Nine.”
“We never finished our game of 20 Questions,” you reminded him, using it as an excuse and hoping he thought it was a good one. “Neal owns a bakery by the courthouse. It’s got coffee, and fantastic strudels.”
Neal was waiting in Peter’s office when you went up to the twenty-first floor. He came hurrying out when you had barely even stepped off of the elevator, and he met you halfway to the mezzanine. Peter came out of his office and looked over the rail on the higher level, watching as Neal pulled you to his chest in a tight, worried hug.
“We heard they made you,” your brother whispered, moving his hand down your hair and pulling back to look at you. “Are you okay?”
You nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m okay. The BAU got there in time. Not a scratch on me.”
“Sounds like I won’t have to file any complaints after all,” Peter said jokingly, sending Neal a pointed look. You got the feeling he had been overreacting when he got the news. The FBI agent gave you a warm smile next. “Good to have you back on our team, Y/N. I hate it when Ruiz poaches my best workers.”
“Best worker?” You repeated, looking up at Neal to boast about your new rank.
The thief smacked your arm lightly. “One of. I’m the other.”
“Come on, then,” Peter invited, folding his jacket over his arm. “I’ll give you both a ride home.”
“Actually,” you objected, getting both of them to look at you and sheepishly explaining, “I have a date.”
“What the hell are you trying to do here, Neal?” Peter paced irately in his kitchen. El had given everyone coffee, then made herself scarce. You and your brother both shared discreet looks at each other in between the appropriate guilty expressions and apologetic winces. “She’s a civilian. You can’t involve civilians. You involving her compromises the case! It compromises your deal! Do you want to go back to Sing Sing?”
“No!” You burst forth, looking up quickly. Neal reached across the table for your clasped hands and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles comfortingly. Peter was shocked you were the one to speak up. You had learned to hold your tongue, but you felt safe around Peter and Elizabeth; safe enough to not want to hold your tongue when you had something to say. “Please, Peter,” you pleaded, swallowing fearfully. “Please don’t send him back. I’ll tell the bureau it was my fault, they can’t punish him for something someone else did.”
“They also can’t punish a civilian who doesn’t know any better.” You thought you saw sympathy in Peter’s expression, but just as much as there was compassion, there was also rigid sternness.
“But I do know better! I know Neal better than anyone! I know what I’m getting into when I approach him – you can’t say he can’t see me anymore!” You were desperate. You just couldn’t let your brother go back to jail. It had been hard to get by without him, even though you’d had Mozzie and Kate.
Peter leaned over the table, pressing his hands down on the surface. He met your eyes, letting you take your own battle instead of forcing Neal to be the go-between. You didn’t want Neal to choose sides between his sister and his handler. You knew which was safer for him to do, and you knew which he would choose, and they weren’t the same.
“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t punish Neal for giving sensitive information about his work-release to someone who doesn’t have the clearance to work with the FBI.” Peter gently coerced. The unspoken ‘or else’ made you nervous, even though you knew you didn’t have reason to be.
You had an excellent reason. Turning your hand over, you laced your fingers through Neal’s and squeezed his hand, as if demonstrating to Peter exactly how close you were to each other. “You can’t punish him for sharing with me because we’re the only family we have.”
Derek listened while you recounted the story. As you already knew, he was an excellent listener. Once you gestured with your hand that you were finished, he responded, “I bet he never let that go.”
“No,” you agreed, snorting. “When he meets one of our friends, he still asks if they’re a brother or sister he wasn’t told about.” You took a quick sip of your coffee. Neal wasn’t very involved with the operation of his bakery, but he did visit once in a while to make sure it was up to snuff. He wasn’t putting his name on anything that didn’t meet his standards.
“Your turn,” Derek replied, reminding you that the story had been a tangent to support your answer.
You smiled and teased, “What about you? Is there a brother or sister I haven’t been told about?”
He turned a blindingly bright smile on you and chuckled, holding his coffee in both hands to keep warm. “Two, yeah. Desiree and Sarah. We may not be quite as exciting as world-traveling con artists,” he started to say.
“Alleged!” You interjected, laughing.
“-Alleged con artists,” he amended, his warm brown eyes settling on you affectionately, “But we’re pretty awesome.”
“You’re pretty awesome,” you said back to him, softer, being charming and flattering but trying not to let it be about showiness or brownie points. You felt it, and you wanted him to know it. If he knew you felt that way, then getting a second date would be much easier.
A/N: I expected the last chapter to be longer, but this wrapped things up and felt like the natural ending, so I decided to leave it as is. Thank you all for reading! On the tags list are:@bestillmystuckyheart, @skeletoresinthebasement, @werewitchling, @1enchantedfantasy1, and @ragweed98!
