Multifandom book 2

Bridget

"So I was reading-."

"-You can read?" Fenrir butted in, smirking smugly when Ella glared at her.

"-YES I CAN. Ahem." She coughed, placing down the book she was holding on the picnic table. "As I said, I was reading, and I found something interesting." She sat down across from Bridget and Fenrir, and the former leaned closer to get a peek at the book.

"Why were you reading about Wonderlandian history?" The princess asked, and Ella shot Fenrir a matching smirk.

"Well, I was actually just searching for something to help with my homework... but instead I found this jewel. It's about the history of Wonderlandian guardians." Fenrir's smirk fell, eyes narrowing as she caught on.

"What do you mean by guardians...." She trialed off, Ella turned the book around and held it up, Bridget let out a little gasp.

"Oh my! Wait- I already knew that." She came to the realisation, only slightly disappointed she didn't get to have the same shocked expression as Fenrir, who was gaping at the page.

Her ancestor, shaking hands with the very first Queen of Hearts.

"WHY THE HELL-?!"

"Your pack, including the village, was started surrounding the Rabbit hole to protect it from outside Wonderland, eventually the magic of the Hole seeped into the villagers and they gained magical strength and speed. Basically you guys became super humans, along with the small little magical trait that allowed you to make temporary Rabbit Holes and spawn them wherever." Bridget giggled at Fenrir's reaction, kissing her cheek.

"How did you not know that sweets... I thought your father was really into history?"

"Yeah! So I hate it! Are you saying she-?" She turned to Ella with her question, she merely smirked.

"You're her property." Fenrir almost fainted, clutching her chest in a near comical way.

"Well it doesn't change much." Bridget shrugged with a giggle, intertwining their fingers as she smiled.

"Does she mean that in a 'she's already mine' way or in an 'I already knew that's way?" Ella asked Fenrir, who frowned, glancing over at Bridget, leaning closer to Ella as they 'whispered'.

"I don't know? Both?" Ella slapped the back of her head so hard her nose smashed against the wooden table, Fenrir jumped up and hopped over the table to chase down the blue haired girl, Bridget giggling hysterically, trying to catch her breath but bursting out in giggles again when Fenrir got tricked into running into a wall- again.

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"Go back to your owner, doggie." Ella smiled mockingly at Fenrir, who glared back.

"She doesn't own me-!"

"She does!" Fenrir quieted down, jutting out her bottom lip in a pout, turning to Bridget.

"Am I your property?" She asked sadly, Bridget smiled at her and kissed her softly.

"Yes you are my sweets."

"See! I'm not- whatcha say?" Fenrir had shot around, but she slowly turned back around to her girlfriend, who innocently smiled.

"She said you're her property!" Ella nearly yelled into her ear, and Fenrir felt tempted to dig her canines into her neck.

"I hate you." She crossed her arms, glaring at Ella, she couldn't win that argument anymore.

"Bridget! She just said she hates you!" The wolf nearly jumped, turning to do damage control.

"No I didn't princess I love you very much-." Said princess gave Ella a look to shut up, placing a hand on Fenrir's chest and pulling her down into a deep kiss.

"If you did we might have an issue." She pecked her cheek for good measure before dragging her along.

"Ella? You coning? I have some cupcakes that are begging to be decorated!"

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"Why are we the only ones decorating? You love decorating, you literally have a sign for it." Ella pointed at the pink sign that said 'decor 4 life', looking at the girl who sat on her bed with a distressed sigh.

"I can't, I touched a few too many Flamingo Feathers without gloves and I can't really move my hand anymore." She held up a wrapped hand, Fenrir abandoned her work station to crouch in front of the girl, holding her hand with a frown.

"When did that happen? You should always wear gloves when touching a lot of them, you know that babe." Bridget sheepishly half-grinned, looking down at her hand.

"Couldn't find my gloves and-"

"Wait we're drugging the student body? Didn't know you had it in you to become a drug dealer B." Fenrir glared at Ella, Bridget let out a laugh.

"You probably shouldn't do the flamingo toppings baby, maybe we could make them from chocolate and the. You out a bit of your magic into it?" Bridget jutted out her bottom lip a little in thought, but nodded.

"Seems reasonable." She smiled, wrapping her arms around her neck.

"And seems legal. More importantly!! Legal!!" Ella turned from the cupcake she was decorating, seeing that Bridget had fallen back onto the bed and dragged Fenrir with.

"Hey if you want to fuck her please tell me to leave, I do not want to see her titless ass in action." She rolled her eyes, turning back around.

"As if you have tits."

"More than you do!"

"Could you both kindly stop? I'm trying to do something here, also, Ella, could you be a dear and leave? I'll finish the rest of the cupcakes later.

"I thought your hand."

"Ella."

"Leaving! Wait for me to be iut of the room at least..."

-

"Had a fun night?" Ella smirked as she pulled out the chair next to Fenrir, it was a risky move, but Bridget was near so if she got killed she might have someone to testify against Fenrir.

"Shut up unripe blueberry, I get more action than you ever will."

"Sure, whatever makes you feel better man. Doesn't matter, can I have some of your wolf fur?" Fenrir frowned, looking at her from the corner of her eyes, away from her homework.

"A science project." She clarified, Fenrir shuffled a bit further away.

"Last time someone said that my hair turned pink for a month." The girl held back her snort.

"Shut up."

"Bridget was really happy that month- ouch!" Fenrir had slapped her, turning her attention back to her homework.

"But this time it isn't magical! I think... well it might not be magical, but it's Merlin Academy, what can you expect." She shrugged, holding out her hand for the fur ass if she just had it on hand.

"I can expect to be turned blue for a month, probably, and you can expect Bridget to get pissed at you, as far as that goes." They glanced over at the princess, who was searching through the recipe books for something.

"She'd oddly possessive for someone that nice." Ella whispered, Fenrir nodded along.

"But can I have your fur?" Fenrir groaned, holding out her hand and partially transforming it into a paw, allowing Ella to cut some of the mismatched fur off.

"Furry."

"I'm a wolf!"