Reposting Seeking-galileo's Wizards' World Familiars

It has been brought to my attention that I did not point out Seeking_galileo 's contributions to the Wizards' World 'Verse for those who don't have these wonderful things appear in their in-box.
You should read these and encourage more, yes you really should.

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Familiars by seeking-galileo
Familiars part 2
Familiars Part 3
Familiars Part 4

Repost Meridae's fics - The Writer as Ninja.-- Battle of the Christmas tree -- Wizard's World part 4

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I'm titling this: Reasons
-cause Meri didn't.
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Hey, I couldn't let the kittens go without Christmas!

Speaking of which!

Warne smiled softly at Ranel’s bewilderment and pulled his young husband close for a cuddle. “Kitten, why don’t we want the kittens climbing the tree?” He asked gently.

Ranel quirked an eyebrow at him and answered promptly. “Same reason you don’t want me in it – so it doesn’t get destroyed. And . . . well . . . they could get hurt I guess? I mean we don’t know how the magic in the lights and ornaments will react with their auras . . .”

“Both definite concerns,” Warne agreed. “But what are they going to do if they see their beloved Papa Ranel climbing in the branches?”

“Not so beloved now . . .” Ranel muttered.

Warne chuckled. “Maybe not, but they’ll still copy you, right?” Ranel didn’t answer, just squirming in discomfort because he knew Warne was right. “And what if they decide to copy you when we’re visiting . . . Oh, I don’t know, maybe Vicar Worthington on Boxing Day?”

More squirming, this time in distaste – the man was an obnoxious, odious bigot that none of the wizarding community in West-Haddington-Upon-Bridge liked.

“Yeah, exactly,” Warne agreed to Ranel’s unspoken realisation. “We have enough trouble convincing people like the Vicar that the kittens aren’t just animals as it is, and he’s seen you transform! If they act like animals . . .”

“Ummm . . .” Ranel’s movement stopped abruptly and his buried his face into Warne’s chest, skin burning in shame. “I’m . . . uh . . . sorry?”

Another soft chuckle as Warne tightened his embrace. “Oh Kitten, I’m sorry it’s so hard.” He nuzzled at Ranel’s soft black curls. “If it was just you and I, I would buy you a forest full of Christmas Trees to destroy, I swear. But you’re a role model now – the primary role model at the moment . . .”

“No! The kittens love you!” Ranel interrupted in protest.

“Yes, they do – but it’s you they look to for the example of how to behave at the moment, because you’re the one who feeds them and spends most of your time with them in feline form. Although,” and here Warne grinned smugly, “I do think Albert and Ellis prefer it when I’m the one who licks their butts. And I’m better at taming that tuft of fur on the back of Buttercup’s head.” Then he settled back, sighing again as Ranel shot him an evil look. “The truth is, my love, that the kittens are going to have a hard enough time in this world, just being what they are. If we want them to be regarded as anything more than fur coated power packs with no intelligence of their own, then we have to make sure they act like it.”

Ranel gave a sigh of his own, as he squeezed Warne in return. “I really messed up, didn’t I?”

Warne looked down at his love with a raised eyebrow. “No, not really. Just didn’t think much beyond the immediate comfort and security we enjoy here at home that keeps the kittens safe from the world. But we can’t always protect them . . . so they have to learn now. Even if climbing Christmas Trees is immense fun!”


Ranel returned Warne’s grin, his heart swelling with love for the husband who understood him – and his feline side – so well, even if he did have to curb it at times. “I really am sorry you know. You’re right – I didn’t think beyond the immediate. I guess . . . I’m just used to . . . you protect us so well, protect me so well. And before you, Papa Balthazar did the same . . . but the kittens might not be so lucky . . .”

“Heh, they will be if I have anything to do with it . . .” Warne muttered darkly before dropping a kiss on Ranel’s forehead. They rested together in silence for a few peaceful, relaxed moments.

“So . . . um . . . can the kittens have the tree back? And the decorations? If I promise to stay out of it? They really are very upset . . .”

“Yes, baby boy, the kittens can have Christmas back. I’d never take that from them, not for long anyway. How about we make a day of it tomorrow – go shopping for some new decorations in the morning – they can pick out a new, special one each – and then spend the afternoon redecorating the lounge. How does that sound?”

“Good . . . that sounds good.”

More quiet.

“You okay, kitten?” Warne murmured, with more gentle kisses to Ranel’s head.

A small sigh. “Yeah . . . I think so . . .” A pause and then a lean thigh slithered suggestively up and over Warne’s hips, the limb rubbing gently against Warne’s cock. “Mostly.”

“Mostly? That’s . . . concerning. Is there anything I can do to make you feel completely better?” Warne felt his cock fill quickly with blood; Ranel’s touch could sometimes take him from flaccidity to full erection within seconds. His husband had such a young, firm, smooth, virile . . . ummmm . . .

“Well . . . I think maybe riding your cock would help . . .” Ranel ventured solemnly, moving to straddle Warne’s body properly. Warne reciprocated by putting his hands on Ranel’s hips and moving the young man around so his cock was properly positioned and pressed against Ranel’s hole.

“Do you now?” Warne asked, helping Ranel rise up and begin to impale himself on Warne’s cock.

“Yeah,” Ranel breathed, sinking down. “Oh gods . . . that’s good . . .” he gasped. “A-and . . . I think . . . m-maybe you should . . . s-spank me, just a bit . . . to m-make sure the message really gets through . . .”

“Mmmhmmm? Well, I think that can be arranged . . . but right now? Ride Daddy’s cock, baby, there’s a good boy.”

Closing his eyes, Ranel sank down further, letting Warne’s cock penetrate him as deeply as possible as he began to enthusiastically comply with his husband’s request.


The rest of this arc is here
or next chapter is A Very Kitteny Christmas - Part 5

Something is messing with my received comments or emails

*Growls*
Oh look my email inbox just received a comment to a comment that was posted on lj approx. 24 hours ago. I received and read other lj comments that were posted after this before I even got this one.
I'd thought it odd yesterday that the chronology had seemed to be off but this ... Late is one thing. Out of posted order is totally another. Where'd they get hung up during that time? And Why?
Is this some glitch in Lj? Though I'd read this particular comment earlier in my Lj inbox. Is it Big Brother's monitoring?

Meep is back in Wizard's World *GRINS* Taking Xavier Home

Look what meep did. Meep didn't title it so..... Taking Xavier Home
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..And this is my room' concluded (A Kitty (AK), I forget all the names and litters)
'Cute. Little bed with the guards still on'
'Papa was always worried about us being safe at night'
'And that kept you still? You?'
'Well not after I realised I could transform, and wiggle' AK gave a soft smile running a finger reflectively over the smooth wooden bars and tapping around the space between them. His smile said everything, it sang of kitten mischief in the dark. Having met his husband's brothers Xavier could well imagine the high jinx, and understand the early silver in their beloved papa's hair.

Xavier laughed 'Bad kitty' he complimented, reaching to stroke back that errant lock of AK's hair that forever stuck out, he got a pleased purr and followed it with his lips. Kissing down a slim throat, reveling in the reverberations. It was still new this feeling, this knowledge that he could touch and taste, that the gorgeous creature before him was his. His to cherish and enjoy. His incredible love that was now his husband. Xavier was doomed; he already knew he'd never tire of this, the feel, the spice, the surprising sweetness - he'd be reveling in these soft sighs for life.

AK gripped a wooden bar testing its strength before letting a slow suggestive smile unfurl 'You always seem to like my wiggles' he husked stepping back and falling, pulling Xavier back with him onto the little bed. It was a bit of a squeeze but AK was slim and agile, the devilish gleam in his eyes leading Xavier into the most pleasurable trouble.

A simple incantation had AK's hands held firm on the bars, they both knew he had the power to break the spell with little effort. It didn't stop his wiggles. He wiggled out of his clothes, legs free to spread and encase his husband, ankles crossed to grip and encourage. Panted breath and gasped words drove him on to faster, harder, deeper, nows. AK wiggled and clenched and Xavier found heaven. His heaven, bonded deep with his special wicked kitty. AK mewled and nipped at Xavier's neck, purrs going out of control.

They didn't have time to cuddle, or the room. Getting carefully up of the narrow bed they shared a giggle at the silliness despite both feeling rather smug. AK's papa was waiting for them in the family room, he didn't say anything though his brows danced a little at their disheveled clothing. For all the frustration in his chiding 'AK' his eyes twinkled fondly and Xavier had the feeling he understood, that maybe there'd been more than one reason to keep kittens safe in their beds at night. At the hearth AK's father casually groomed himself.

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Drabble Cascade #41 - Christmas: The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG)

FB3X Drabble Cascade #41 - Christmas

Title: The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: Christmas
Meridae gave me this link to a singing Christmas Tree Here.


Ardnel shivered in horror looking across the room as the law enforcement people circled the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, the gaily blinking fairy lights blurring through his tears.

“So, your uncle arrived to put his presents under the tree today because he was going to be at his wife’s, your aunt’s, family gathering?”

Arnel nodded with a sniffle. “Yeah, he really wasn’t very enthusiastic about it but it was their turn, you know?”

The officer wrote his answer down in his report book muttering that, yeah he knew.

“And then what happened?”

“He’d brought over some cookies too and I left him to put them in the kitchen where the kids wouldn’t get them right away.”

“How long were you gone?”

“Only a few minutes,” Ardnel said plaintively. “I heard Uncle Sess shout and then I heard a kind of rustling and thumping. I thought maybe the tree had fallen over of something.”

“And when you entered the room …”

“It was like it is now.”

“Can you point out which of the pres..” The officer cut off with a shout followed by other shouts and calls for an ambulance over phones.

One of the investigative team was pulled over to a chair where pressure was being applied to some deep gashes. Luckily, Ardnel thought, the man was huge.

The tree was tipped to the side, the decorations somewhat askew and some of the garland dangled down towards the floor.

Obviously shaken the interrogating officer remarked, “Good thing that stand is heavy. It would have gotten Malone otherwise.”

Tearfully Ardnel said, “It’s a family heirloom. Heavy to prevent the tree falling over when kids or pets get at it.”

The officer snorted. “Riiiiight.”


“You say you cut down the tree on Wednesday?”

Ardnel took his hand away from his mouth, “Yes. We went out and chopped it down right after we both got out of work. It was our turn to host and our first Christmas together. Some of the extended family haven’t met Dallyn yet.” Glancing at the clock, “He should be home soon.”

“He normally home about this time?” The officer also glanced at the clock and then at his watch.

Faintly, “He’s a little late but he had something to pick up, he said.” Ardnel’s eyes flew to the tree, “You don’t think…” His voice died away.

“Where did you go to cut down the tree?”

Sniffling Ardnel said, “I don’t know. Dallyn heard about this place at his work. Said one of the guys he’s competing with for an account suggested it. We went east on Blackwood Hwy., I think.”

The officer groaned. “So you’ve kept the tree watered, did you add anything to that water? Anything like protein powder.”

“No. You’re supposed to do that?”

“Blackwood trees, when you cut off their roots from the soil, things like this happen. Why don’t you call your husband and ask who suggested that place.”

Shakily dialing the number resulted in a faint ringing from inside the tree.



There's more HERE in Part 2
Meridae protested that the tree ate Dallyn.

The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG) part 2

Title: The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG) part 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 406

Meridae wanted more because she didn’t like fairly newlywed Dallyn being eaten by the tree. Really have to indulge her, it’s that time of year. Especially on January 1st.
Continues from HERE

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With a sharp cry of, “Noooooo,” Ardnel collapsed against the wall before flinging himself towards the tree screaming, “Give him back! You can’t have him! Dallyn! Dallyn!” Officer Maitland caught him just in time where Ardnel struggled briefly to crumple into unattractive nose running weeping.

“What’s going on here?!” came a voice from the front doorway. “Oh hell, where’s Ardnel?” was more worriedly asked. “ARDIE?”

A heavy thud made an interesting sound of breaking glass amongst the crinkle of plastic bag. “Ardie, are you all right?” was asked into the transferred teary mess that was Ardnel.

“You’re alive. You’re okay. The tree didn’t eat you,” was punctuated by kisses.

“Tree?” Dallyn looked around at the police officers who’d invaded his home, taking in the one in the chair currently bleeding into it and then looked at the tree.

“I’m going to kill him,” was said in a low menacing voice, “he said that Blackwoods trees were safe during the winter because they went dormant.”

“And who would that be Mr.?”

“Dallyn Aghdashloo. I’m Dallyn Aghdashloo. My co-worker, Auroch. Malikai Auroch is the one who told me about finding a tree for Christmas up in the Blackwoods. Said that they needed to be thinned out and they were free for the cutting. I didn’t think he’d kill to get the account. It’s Christmas.”

“We’ll be wanting to speak to him. Where did you say your place of employment was Mr. Aghdashloo?” The book was open and the pencil poised.

It was hours before the crime scene would be processed and Dallyn and Ardnel were told to gather what they needed to go stay with relatives. Tenderly ushering Ardie out and into the car, Dallyn snapped in the seatbelt around him before going to his side of the car and driving away from his home.

In a more jolly tone, “So which relative should we go stay at?” Dallyn asked.

“First we need to go to Aunt Tammy’s and let her know that she’s a widow. Maybe we could stay there because I doubt she wants to be with her relatives since we’re all in mourning. She is expecting us.” Ardie said.

“Aunt Tammy’s it is then. That was a very good idea about the tree. Worked like a charm. I’ll have no problem getting the account now.”

“Oh I can’t claim the credit. It was Aunt Tammy’s idea,” Ardie said wiping his eyes and blowing his nose.

Yes there's more HERE