꧁𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧..꧂

Small little introduction about this AU

it's like a au where they're fantasy animals or
Creatures basically.

Sam: Kitsune

Colby: A werewolf (basic I know shh)

Tara: fairy

Devyn: sorceress

Jake: werewolf

Elton: dragon

Corey: sorcerer

Katrina: Siren

Aaron: Siren

Although these facts won't be that relevant, it's nice knowledge incase I write this AU again :)

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It was moments like these that Colby treasured most, and these moments were ones that happened often. Despite their earlier issues and problems, Sam stayed perched upon Colby's lap, head in his paws, his nine-tails flicking back and forth slightly as he slept,
his pale white fur and black ends on his tail and ears are what Colby loved about his Kitsune form. Along with how pure his fur looked, his blue eyes fit it perfectly, shining brightly each time he saw them. Colby softly called Sam's name, checking if the Kitsune was really asleep. Once he didn't get a reply, he began to softly pet the other's fur, around his ears and on top of his head, scratching lightly as the Kitsune purred in his sleep, leaning into
the touch. Moments like these he secretly wished the other was awake to enjoy this moment, despite his knowledge that the other needs this well deserved break.

Moments like these Sam loved. Soft moments where he can sit in the embrace of his lover as Colby combs his fingers through Sam's hair, tugging softly at the little tangles. Small, soft, domestic moments the two have. Sometimes the roles are switched, and Colby would rest his head in Sam's lap as he dozed off and Sam would brush his fingers through Colby's hair, tugging at little tangles softly. Sometimes Colby would crack little jokes here and there, or sometimes Sam would hum a small melody. Those were rare, though. The two only having these small moments at times of serious exhaustion. Although, Sam knows if the two were anymore awake, it'd still be just as enjoyable.

Colby enjoyed watching Sam shoot arrows. He was always amazed at how precise his shots were, always hitting the mark whether the target is moving or not. Somehow, each time Colby watches Sam shoot arrows, he thinks he falls a little deeper for the blonde. Sam always shot with precision and gracefulness, making him all the more interesting to Colby. Sometimes if Sam would notice Colby watching, he'd call him over to join, even if Colby wasn't as skilled. These were moments the two enjoyed most, hoping they'd never end.

Sometimes Sam would stumble across the ocean, sitting on a rock as the breathe blew past. Sometimes Katrina would surface seeing him, and the two would converse. Sometimes Sam would go on nights of the full moon, conveniently to the shore next to the forest. Sam enjoys hearing Colby and his pack howl at night, it gives him closure that the other is safe and not harmed or dead.

Sam has seen Colby fight, both as a wolf and as a human. It scared him, watching Colby fight so violently. His claws would extend, fangs and teeth bared, snapping at his opponent. Sometimes Colby had a pocket knife, if not a full on blade. Either way, Sam didn't want to be  an opponent to Colby during battles. He knew he would lose.

Colby has seen Sam fight, both as a Kitsune and a Human. To Colby, Sam always found a way to be graceful, even in battle. As a Kitsune, he would hop around his opponents, using his small size to an advantage if he didn't have enough power to change sizes. He'd always have a trick, leaping into the air as a distraction as a burst of power came from below his opponents. As a human, he was always seen with a bow and arrows on the battlefield. Archery was his strong suit. He'd use his lightweight and flexibility to jump and dodge as he shot arrows, almost always dipped in poison. All Colby knew was that, no matter how graceful the other is, he was not one to be messed with, and he definitely didn't want to be an opponent to the other in battle. He knew he'd lose.

Both loved moments when they could talk on end about the sun and moon, knowing a concerning amount of facts about them. It was always peaceful with playful banter as Sam played with the strings of Colby's sweater. These little moments were held outside at sunset or sunrise next to a fireplace.

Little moments like these were ones that they found they were happiest in. Colby would untie Sam's long hair, almost always in a braid or a low bun, and then brush through it softly as Sam dozed off. Sometimes Sam would be awake, and they would talk about little things as Colby brushed his hair. Sometimes Colby would steal his hair ties without noticing, and Sam would always call him out for it. However, as annoyed as Sam seems, they both knew that he secretly enjoyed it.

Sam hated this. He hated war, or any type of battles. He watched as magic flew everywhere, siren songs sung loudly, growls and howling, wings flapping loudly, blood splattered and weapons dropping. He clutched his bow, reaching for an arrow as a branch snapped behind him. A low growl sounded out behind, and he whipped around. Sam knew he hated wars and battles, but he hated his one even more. The sight of a bloody and slightly injured Colby infront of him, blade raised and not even shaking or seeming fazed at his injuries. It made Sam's instincts go into overdrive. He knew how Colby fought, and it was never pretty. So, he grasped an arrow, quickly aiming and releasing as Colby launched at him, swinging his blade. Narrowly dodging it, he watched as the arrow lodged itself into his shoulder. Colby didn't even flinch. Sam bit his lip, throwing his bow to the side, as well as his arrows. Colby threw his blade to the side. The two transformed, Colby being a larger brown wolf. Colby pounced, and Sam leaped under him. Using his small size, he leapt around the other, then pounced on top of his back, extending his claws and scratching. Colby howled slightly and jumped around, Sam losing his grip and falling off onto his back. Colby pounced on top of him as Sam quickly became larger, almost his size. The two fought back and forth until both were exhausted. A snap of twigs caught their attention, and Sam had no energy to grow larger or go back to his human form, so he shrunk back into a small Kitsune. Devyn and Tara stepped through, and both Sam and Colby relaxed.

Moments like these Sam hated. He hated how awkward it was between the two as they patched eachother up. He had an apology on his tongue, and he bit his lip.
Colby wanted to hold the boy and comfort him, so he opened his mouth to speak. He shut his mouth immediately as he felt arms wrap tightly around him. "I'm sorry." Sam spoke, nuzzling his head into Colby's back. Colby put his arms on top of Sam's. "Don't be. This wasn't your fault. Blame our clans for starting this war and making is fight against eachother." Sam shook his head quickly. "Even so, I still injured you a lot." Colby turned around, wrapping his arms around Sam's torso, pulling the other practically into his lap. "It's okay. I told you already, so don't worry." Colby said, running his fingers through Sam's long hair. Sam nodded and hugged Colby tighter, glancing up at him. Colby chuckled softly at the other's pouting face, leaning down to peck him on the lips. Sam blushed, leaning his head back against Colby's chest. Moments like these, he's glad that Sam refuses to leave him even if they're forced to fight. He's glad that Sam loves him, and he's glad he loves Sam too.

End.