Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to
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"Mother." He says, kissing her hands. Spirits like to pretend you don't know who they really are, and it doesn't hurt anything to play along, since whatever they're pretending always becomes at least half true. "What have you come to say to me?"
The voice is exactly right, warm and soft. "The Rat and that Outlander friend of his are coming this way wounded with more behind. If he doesn't die, you can finally set up a Song Lodge for him." She smiles. "I hope you can. He's too good to lose."
They talk a while longer, and then he's waking up in Sick Wolf's arms, to the sound of muttering in the northern tongue about shamans and their cold feet and the way they disappear at night. He springs up and starts laying out everything he'll need as his husband groans and pulls the robe over his head.
"Beloved?"
"I've killed three Akontet in the past three days, woman. Think carefully before you ask me for anything."
"I was only going to ask you to set up the other tent. You won't actually have to build anything for at least a few days."
Sick Wolf groans again and doesn't wake fully until Thinks Ahead has finished his preparations and put together breakfast, giving it to him with a kiss and providing two reasons to regain consciousness. Of course, after that he has to set up the other tent and then ride south to look for Ghost Rat and Daniel. He used to resent running around every time Thinks Ahead had a dream, but over the years he's come to realize that his wife is usually right, and that resistance only complicates things.
It's late morning when he finds them, the iron horse thundering along, the travois cushioned by magic, and the man responsible for both trying to stay awake in the saddle. Sick Wolf figures that if the Hawks saw them, they must have just let them go on by. He stops them cautiously, and therefore avoids a sword to the gut. Once Daniel recognizes him, Sick Wolf can tell him where to go and follow at a natural pace, muttering to himself again.
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But outside she takes his hand and calls him Mouse, the first part of the first name he had ever been given (having been too sickly to be called anything but Stay until then), and he knows she's there with with the Voice of the South Wind, who has come to tell him something.
SOOOOOURCEBOOK
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When children on the plains are born good and fucked up, adults do their best to heal them of their primary physical problems, and then call them Stay, and hope they do.
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