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Osix Fluff (809 words)

Oswald awoke to the sound of rhythmic scratching and smell of warm coffee. The black rabbit groaned as he propped himself up on his elbows, they slightly sunk into the soft mattress. He tried to focus his blurry vision, desperately trying not to flop back into the comfort of his bed. His ears twitched as the scratching sound came to a stop.

"Good af'ernoon Oswald," A familiar voice drifted from the side, Oswald's mind still clinging to sleep couldn't place exactly who's familiar voice it belonged to.

The rabbit only groaned in response, finally winning the battle between dreamland and the waking world he flopped onto his back.

"What time is it?" Oswald blurly slured, rubbing his eyes.

"It's 12:30 in the af'ernoon," The voice answered.

He tried to pin down who the voice belonged to. It was a unique sound, not in a bad way, Oswald enjoyed the sound of it but it wasn't the type of voice that you came across all the time. The breathiness of the voice mixed with the higher end mid tone pitch made it sound almost boyish. There was a clear accent to it that was a bit difficult to place. It didn't quite sound like the standard English accent he's heard in London but that's the best he had for guessing. There were some slight Cockney-like and Irish features to it too.

"Wait, 12:30!?" Oswald's mind finally caught up to what was actually said.

He practically leaped out of bed tripping on his blankets and tumbling down. He hit the mattress on the floor with a soft thud, messing up the neatly made bed below.

The rabbit recovered quickly and tossed the offending blanket back on his bed half hazardly. He could hear stifled laughter coming from the same side the voice did.

"Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" Oswald sat up, finally looking over at the person the voice belonged to.

Oswald felt his face heat with embarrassment as his eyes fell on the dark furred feline sitting at his desk, shaking with mirth, hand pressed firmly over his lips.

In Oswald's sleepy daze he expected to see one of his family members or a circus member not Felix. Now he felt stupid in more ways than one. He couldn't believe he forgot that Felix stayed the night on a mattress in his room.

Felix composed himself before speaking. "You just looked so... Well... I didn't want to disturb you, I thought maybe you needed a sleep in,"

"Good to know somebody in this house cares about my beauty sleep," Oswald swept his ears back, shooting Felix a playful grin.

He was trying to take this as an opportunity to play it cool after Felix witnessed him fall out of bed like his tail was on fire. His cheeks were still slightly flushed with embarrassment, he didn't want Felix to see that. He did probably need those extra hours of sleep though.

"You don't even need beauty sleep, you look handsome without even trying already, it's so unfair" Felix mumbled under his breath, if it wasn't for his ears he wouldn't have heard it.

His ears shot up straight, bright blush creeping right back onto his white furred face at the comment. What? Was he hearing things correctly? Felix has never said anything about his appearance before, his personality? Sure, he could be really cussing flattering with his descriptions but never anything on his appearance. Which was pretty surprising considering his appearance is typically one of the first things people complimented him on and he knew Felix was into him so why hadn't he said anything till now.

"What was that Feels?"

"I didn't say anything," Felix said confused, taking a sip of his coffee.

"You did, something about beauty sleep and being unfair,"

Felix brought his mug down harshly as he choked on the coffee. Oswald was quick to come to Felix' aid by rubbing his back.

When the coughing fit stopped Felix' white furred face had a deep blush dusting his cheeks.

"I- you weren't supposed to hear that," Felix buried his face in his hands, muffling the last part.

"Do you uh, actually think that," Oswald rubbed the back of his neck and glanced away shyly.

He didn't know why he was acting like this. He got called handsome all the time! This time shouldn't be any different but... Instead of the usual ego high he would normally have, he just felt a little fluttery lightness in his chest at those words coming from the black cat's lips.

Felix paused, moving his hands away from his face he gave Oswald an incredulous look.

"What's that look for?"

"Do I actually think that? You know you're handsome right?"

Drunken Confessions (2,349 words)

Oswald sighed, the cool spring breeze going in and out of his lungs. The rabbit wasn't sure where he was going, so he just wondered aimlessly around the city. It's not like he would get lost, he had gotten to know the city well due to all his experience in Toontown throughout his life. Besides he could always rely on his lucky rabbit's foot... Or a cab.

Both Mickey and Donald practically begged Oswald to leave the house for a couple hours, said they had the kids handled and he needed a minute to "de-stress". Oswald almost laughed.

He turned a corner, coming into a more residential area, his feet carrying him more than his mind. Of course he was stressed! His own brother got the same ratchet illness that took his wife! And said brother was worrying about his wellbeing!

He felt so pathetic that his own brother was more worried about his mental state then his own. He wished Mickey would lean on him more. Sure, he was still recovering but he was his baby brother for stars sake! He was supposed to be there for him especially for something like this! Mickey wouldn't even let him help with his attacks...

"I don't know! Go anywhere but here for longer than 5 minutes!" Donald's horse voice quacked.

"Maybe visit Felix Ozzie, he's always able to put you in a better mood." Mickey spoke a little sheepishly as both duck and mouse tried to usher the rabbit out of the house.

The rabbit's ears flopped. He didn't know if Felix was home, he didn't even have the chance to phone to check. He did have a key, if he wasn't home but that just felt weird to actually use. He didn't really get why he got a key, Felix didn't explain much when he gave it to him. It was probably because Felix liked him.

Heat rose through his cheeks at the thought, it was strange to just contextualise all of Felix' actions with that piece of information. He had his doubts until the confession—that he thought about way more than he'd like to admit.

He finally got to the light coloured two-story building. His mind continued to wonder in places he didn't want it to as he knocked on the door. What would Felix even be like as a partner... boyfriend? No stop that! Oswald was practically pulling his ears chastising himself for the thoughts.

The door opened to a slightly disheveled but clearly happy Felix. His fur stuck out in a couple different directions. His shirt was untucked and unbuttoned way lower than Oswald had ever seen the cat have it. A thin tie hung limply around his shoulders. Somehow his vest was still fully buttoned. Felix honestly looked... Really cute.

His lightly flushed face lighting up as his eyes landed on Oswald. He swore that big fanged smile could melt the sun with how bright and warm it always was.

"Ozzie!" The way his nickname rolled off of Felix' tongue make his heart flutter.

His British accent made it sound soft with the z's pronounced as s's. Oswald could listen to the cat's breathy voice for hours.

"Hey Fe—" before the rabbit could finish his sentence he felt a firm grasp pull him inside.

"Hiii," Felix giggled.

Oswald stayed in place, complete shock overcoming his features. Felix, always respectful of Oswald's personal space, being so reluctant to even touch him at times—had his arms wrapped loosely around the rabbit's shoulders. He could feel the cat's soft velvety fur against the sides of his neck. Being dragged down to Felix' height their faces were so close. He could smell the familiar smell of... alcohol?

A breeze picked up behind the rabbit pulling him out of his shock. The door was still open, Oswald decided it was probably not for the best for the public to be able to view... whatever was happening here. He was able to hook his foot behind the door and click it shut.

"Have you... been drinking?" Oswald asked, scrunching his nose in confusion.

"Just-just a bit, Sheba invited me to one of her band hangouts, it was more like a party really."

Felix' hands creeped up to tangle themselves into the rabbit's fur. The dark plush fur tangled up in Felix' fingers—slowly, methodically curled and then unraveled. They lightly grazed against his scalp forcing a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Felix was still speaking but Oswald wasn't catching a word of it.

A honking noise escape the rabbit's throat. Oswald pushed Felix away mortified, despite his mind practically yelling at him to go back to the cat's gentle touch. He desperately tried to muffle the sounds by covering his mouth. He hoped Felix had no idea what that noise meant.

Felix' mouth had a little 'oh' before a playful smile spread across his face. He placed his hands behind his back, in one fluid motion he bridged the gap between the two. His hips were cocked to the side, his tail tip swishing back and forth.

"That excited for head scratches, Lucky?" Felix teased.

His large almond shaped eyes were half lidded as he eyed the rabbit for a reaction. Of course Felix knew what those noises meant. He lightly chewed on his lip, every nickname of his Felix said made his stomach do flips. Oswald's face was burning, he liked this more playful side of Felix more than he would like to admit. He always got surprisingly close to Oswald when he was like this. Not that Oswald minded the invasion of his personal space.

He cleared his throat. "I haven't uh, seen the place since you moved in,"

Oswald took the time to actually look around the hallway. There was a hall stand, full of miscellaneous items spilling out of a decorative bowl on it, that drew the rabbit's attention. His flustered expression reflected back at him from the hall stand's mirror.

"How is this already messy? You haven't even had this place for that long," Oswald said amused, pointing to the bowl. "I don't mean that in a judgey way." He waved a hand like he was waving that line of thinking away.

Next to the hall stand was one of those gothic looking metal coat hangers. He took his railroader jacket off, placing it neatly on the rack.

Felix popped down on a short cushioned cabinet, shrugging in a helpless gesture as he did so. A wall mounted rack sat above the cat, Felix' signature fedora and lined coat hanging off it.

Oswald turned back to the hall stand, cleaning up the items spread all over it's surface. He probably should have asked first but... Oswald knew it was gonna bug him too much to leave alone. Oswald always liked his space to be neat and tidy, where everything had its own specific spot.

Watching Oswald, the cat made a nervous, bashful expression, waving his hands side to side. "Ahh, you-you don't have-have to do that!" Felix just looked away sheepishly, stumbling over his words from his clearly drunken state. "I get busy, and then it just ends up piling up."

"It's fine, I don't mind, I find organising and clearing up clutter to be kinda relaxing." Oswald admitted.

Felix gave him a completely befuddled expression. Oswald couldn't help but laugh at it, the way Felix furrowed his brows was way too cute.

Despite that he made no effort to get up from his spot, so Oswald continued. He'd tidied up the bowl, putting all of what Oswald deemed as 'to go' items in it as such keys and... peach flavoured lip balm? Honestly Oswald didn't think Felix was the type to have stuff like that. Guess that explained why the cat always looked nicely groomed despite his adventurous escapades. He made a mental note to check Felix' bathroom to confirm his suspicions.

Picking up a small book he was even more surprised to find a tube of... lipstick? He quickly pocketed it for further investigation later. Oswald was always finding new things out about Felix—was it just Sheba's? Maybe Holly's? Oswald sighed inwardly. Just when he thought he had the cat all figured out, Felix would throw something at him that would completely throw him off.

As Oswald worked said cat just watched him, one hand rested lazily on his chin, small giggles escaping his lips every few minutes. Oswald took Felix' coat and hat and put them on the coat rack where they belonged. He picked up a few bags just laying on the floor propped up by the hallway furniture, placing them on the hooks that used to occupy the hat and coat. He stacked a couple loose books and random objects from the stand to the self of the mounted rack.

Satisfied, he flopped down next to Felix as he started taking his shoes off—their knees touching on the small seat. He placed his shoes on the shoe rack conveniently next to the seat. He noticed a couple pairs of shoes that he could assume belonged to Felix. A pair of worn boots, two tone sport shoes, some classic black dress shoes and now Oswald's wingtip oxfords piled neatly on it.

"Hey, I found this." He pulled the lipstick tube out of his pocket. "Did one of the girls leave it here or..." Oswald trailed off for Felix to fill in the blanks.

"Oh that, I brought this for myself." Felix grabbed the lipstick off Oswald, almost dropping it in the process. The casing was just a simple golden one, he opened the lid to reveal a deep plum colour. "I don't think any of the girls wear anything close to this colour,"

"Why?" Oswald spluttered.

"Weelll you never know who you might meet." Felix leaned closer, giggling—like he was telling a secret on the schoolyard with a teasing smile.

Oswald was being thrown through a loop here. It was a unique colour, not one you saw often. It was hard to pull off, it wasn't in fashion either. He glanced at Felix' very soft looking lips. He noticed Felix' dark top lip curved in a bow shape, his bottom lip was heavier and a lighter colour than the top one. His facial fur was neatly trimmed around his features, making them easy to see. Oswald wondered if his lips tasted like peach.

Stars he was staring, to his dismay Felix noticed. He bit his lip, fang grazing the soft peachy coloured flesh.

Felix leaned more foreword before speaking. The smell of a fruity, smokey whisky clung to the cat's hot breath. Adding to his already intoxicating cologne that was unfamiliar to Oswald. It was a bright, minty herbaceous scent with an underlying of jasmine and olive. Oswald's own breath hitched, he had half a mind not to bury himself into the cat's shoulder.

"Do you want to try it?" Felix asked, there was a glint to his eyes Oswald couldn't place the meaning of.

"Try what?"

"The lipstick,"

"Uhhh, sure." Oswald shrugged, he hadn't tried a plum shade of lipstick before.

Felix applied the lipstick, a bit messily to his own lips, honestly he pulled off the colour. Oswald raised an eyebrow, this entire interaction just befuddled him. This all seemed so out of character for his feline friend—maybe it was the alcohol.

"I thought you were supposed to put it on me,"

Oswald places his hand on the cat's chin, trying to clean up Felix' mistakes with his lack of coordination. Felix made small noices of cat displeasure. The waxy material stubbornly stuck to his fur. He really should have brought his specific fur makeup cleanser, it was impossible to get the stuff out of fur otherwise.

Oswald took a moment to take in Felix' round face and soft features. Oswald was always drawn to the main feature of Felix' face—his large, striking, expressionate eyes. He was quite a pretty guy, he really didn't fit into the rigid adventurer stereotype.

Oswald really couldn't help himself, his thumb grazed against Felix' bottom lip. Felix' whole body shivered under his touch. Felix bit his lip roughly, threatening to break skin.

His heterochromic blue and hazel eyes locked with his deep blue ones. Gone was that glint he recognised—mischievous, playful, the same one Felix gave him the evening Scrooge came over. Replaced by a... what Oswald could only describe as desperation, a deep longing.

Felix tugged him down by his tie. They were so close he could almost feel Felix' whiskers against his face.

Soft lips graced his cheek. Oswald went still, there was no way. Another kiss was placed on his cheek. Oswald's mind was racing, he was in complete disbelief. Felix paused, smiling, he studied the rabbit's face like it was an art piece he was working on.

"I think I could add a few more." The cat hummed.

He pulled Oswald in again to messily pepper his face in kisses. Felix' breathy giggles filled the rabbit's ears. Oswald flailed his arms at the sudden gesture and squeaked in surprise. To his great horror it wasn't a normal squeak but an unmistakably mouse like squeak.

A beat of silence fell over the two. Oswald's face burned for multiple reasons—he could feel the warmth reach his ears.

"You squeaked!" Felix said excitedly. "I didn't know-squeak you could squeak!"

Oswald groaned into his hands, he wanted to move away but Felix' grasp on his tie didn't let him.

"Heeyy," Felix let go of his tie, prying Oswald's hands away from his face. "I worked hard on that,"

"Worked hard on what?" Oswald glaced over the mirror across from them, he had to do a double take. Various shades of plum had stained the lighter fur—lipstick marks were littered all over his flustered face. "Felix!" Oswald shouted in surprise.

Felix laughed nervously before giving Oswald a sheepish grin. Oswald didn't want to admit he was charmed by it.

"You look very handsome,"

Chapter 1: Both Dogs and Wolves Bark

Boris gripped the tattered covers underneath him, the rough wool itched at his fur. Hot tears silently ran down his white furry face. He couldn’t make a sound, or Lady Tremaine would scold him for being too emotional. ‘Boys don’t cry, especially wolves’ she would tell him, her chilly elegant voice rung in his head. She never screamed, she barely ever shouted. Her voice was always calm, always so assured, every word she spoke sounded like a fact with no room to argue.

‘I’m not a wolf, I’m a dog! Can’t you see, I’m clearly a dog!’ He would scream till his throat burned and words started to feel hoarse. He pinched the tips of his ears in a sad attempt of folding them over like he’d seen so many dogs have.

Ms. Sarah wasn’t much better. She was a lot more emotive than Lady Tremaine and had some warmth he didn’t think the other woman was ever capable of but she would hardly ever argue with Lady Tremaine. She kept quiet a lot of the time just following the woman’s lead.

Boris hated this stupid orphanage, he couldn’t even catch a break with the other orphan boys. He was everyone’s favourite target. During meals his food would be taken right off his plate or shoved right off the table. During chores the other boys would always find a way to drench Boris’ fur. Boris didn’t even participate anymore in sports. Lady Tremaine and Ms. Sarah never did anything, no punishments, no scolding, nothing. They told him ‘boys will be boys’ and he needed to toughen up if he had any hope of surviving the ‘real world’ as a wolf.

He. Was. Not. A. Wolf.

Boris slammed a paw down on the bed. A hard thump followed, echoing around the dark room. Not expecting the loud sound Boris startled, almost falling out of bed. A couple of the boys in the room grumbled at the sound.

Collecting himself, Boris looked down at his bed to find what made the noise so loud. His eyes found the book he completely forgot about next to his side on the bed. He picked it up, it was one of those generic knight saves the princess stories. Even at five years old Boris knew those stories were just stupid made-up fantasies but… they comforted him, maybe one day his knight will come and save him from this awful cruel place.

Boris rolled onto his side, clutching the book so hard his small paws hurt.