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liquid-luck-00 · 3 years

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WonderBug

Angst Edition

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) x Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Ladybug)

I am late. SO, so , so late but here it is

1: Soulmates @maribat-angst-fluff-april

My partner is the wonderful @thedragonbug

Ao3

Fuffy Edition

Soulmates exist, and Marinette hates hers. You see everyone is born with their half or part of a complete soul mark. The other parts would appear when you were closer to your soulmate and be permanent when they were close emotionally. For everyone, the appearance or 'drawing' of the mark was light and warm. But not for her, no her drawing was heavy and hot, like a hot knife digging into her arm.

Her parents knew this, and it was concerning, to know that their child was in pain because of their soulmate. Seeing as the marks were not supposed to be painful. Yet as there was no good reason given by medical and mark professionals, and the fact that her soulmate didn't stay near her for long there was nothing that they could do. They did tell her that few, this phenomenon affects one in a million people and she was just lucky enough to be one of them.

Over the years she grew used to the pain, but every time she did it would come back even stronger than the last. She slowly hated her mark and in turn her soulmate. Marinette would cover her mark, ignore it, even wish it away. All her soulmate did was bring her pain. Sure, it upped her pain tolerance, but it hurt her still.

When she turned fourteen, she became Ladybug. She then recognized that her mark was actually the wire of her yo-yo.

The first time Chat Noir claimed they were soulmates she broke down in tears. luckily for her he told her during patrol and not an attack.

"We aren't soulmates, Chat, and I'm glad we aren't." She nearly whispered.

"Why Bug?"

"Because I hate my soulmate, and I don’t want to ever hate you."

"Why would you hate your soulmate?" He seemed genuinely curious. But no one outside her parents knew, not a single person knew what happens to her.

"Because it hurts when they are close, it hurts so badly. The drawing is painful. I never want to meet the person who keeps hunting me." Tears formed in her eyes and Chat hugged her.

"I'm not your soulmate, then." She shook her head. "Good thing I'm your partner, and Plagg help me I am going to be your best friend. Got that Bugaboo?"

A half-hearted chuckle and a small smile escaped her. "Sounds good Kitty." The first person she has ever told, the person who was convinced that they were soulmates, cares for her, to help alleviate some of her pain.

The two became inseparable after that, to the point that most of Paris believed they were in a relationship.

When Nadia asked them about it during an interview, their reactions were memorable. Both all but gagged, turned to face each other, and then laughed almost falling out of the seats.

"I believe we have missed the joke." Nadia commented, worried, and confused.

"Why would I date my sister?"

"Sister?"

"Ladybug and I consider each other siblings in all but blood."

"Everything between us is simply platonic, not even close to romantic.” Ladybug answered after Chat.

“Then why would the whole of Paris believe you to be soulmates?” She may be good at hiding her pain, but the question must have made her react slightly, or Chat knew how sensitive the topic was to her.

“We aren’t soulmates, not the bonded ones that everyone thinks of.” He began. “We are the holders of the black cat and ladybug respectively because our souls resonate with the miraculous. Sure, they are two parts of a whole, but we are practically twins, two halves of coin. She is the sister I choose, she is my partner, and that is our relationship.”

“He’s completely right, now I think it’s time for us to start our patrol, BugOut!” Her smile now in place and their excuse to leave perfectly timed and respectful they made their exit.

They went on their patrol as normal, except just as they arrived at the Eiffel Tower to end the patrol. She was about to land on the platform when a searing pain flashed and radiating affecting her entire body blinding her momentarily. A single moment caused her to collapse on the tower landing, crumpling on the platform.

“LB!” Her breath came out in short bursts, she was clutching her upper arm eyes squeezed shut. This was the worst it has ever happened before, and she wanted it to end. As soon as the cause of pain came it disappeared. Leaving only the memory and a phantom pain.

"Just give me a minute." She slowly got her breathing under control, starting to get accustomed to the new level of pain.

"You weren't kidding that is the worst I’ve ever seen you hurt."

"Yeah not fun."

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A month after that her mark burned again. This time during class. The teachers knew she would randomly stop due to pain, but they were told they were random migraines. To the point Mari would hold her head and rub her arm to sooth herself, while playing up a headache. Adrien stayed back after the class let out." You know you don't always need to put on a brave face Bugaboo."

Her attention snapped to him. "Well it's easier than constantly answering questions Kitty." She figured quickly.

Sure, they found out one another's identity, but that worked in their favor. After Tikki got sick, Fu started training Mari, and after a month Marinette was given guardianship. Fu still hasn’t lost his memories because Mari let Wayzz stay with him, for the time being, he eventually returns it to Mari in order to move on with his life, his memories fading gradually.

When Adrien got his hands on the grimoire, he of course showed it to Marinette.

“Kitty I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think your dad might be Hawkmoth.” This seemed to perfect for him to have without him being a villain.

“I know, but…”

“Adrien is there any motive anything that might be what he would wish for?”

“My mom. Dad closed himself off when she disappeared. I bet he would wish for her back.”

“Okay, so I’m going to be blunt okay.” He nodded. “So, if your mom is dead there isn’t anything that can be done without the wish, meaning at least one other person is dying.”

“So…”

“But if she is anything but.” She flipped through the grimoire recalling the studies she’s did with Fu. “There are ways we can find or even heal her.”

“This is all riding on an if.” He looked unsure as if this was too much to accept.

“Do you trust me?”

“If I didn’t, I would have turned tail and run a long time ago.”

“You dork.” She lightly shoved him, but he swayed dramatically.

“You two are close.” The new student in their class came up to them.

“Lila, right?”

“That’s right.” She answered sickly sweet, almost fake. “Are you two soulmates by any chance?”

“No.” Adrien answered. “Why?”

“You’re Adrien Agreste! Why would you be in public school?” She finally seemed to recognize.

“Let’s just say it’s a bit of rebellion.” He chuckled.

“We’re still on for video games, right?” She brought up to end the conversation seeing that Adrien was getting uncomfortable.

“Your winning streak is going down.” He announced.

“You want to join us, Lila?” She offered.

“Why?”

“Because your new and I want to get to know you.” Marinette answered honestly.

“Why?”

“Because we know you lied but still want to know you, the real you.” Adrien added.

“Why?” She asked suspiciously now.

“Question! Is it a felony to kidnap her to play video games, have snacks, get to know her, then let her go?”

“Well the kidnapping part is but if she goes willingly, I call that a hangout session.” Adrien mused.

“True, true.” She hummed. “So, what do you say, because now I am determined to get to know you.”

“Wh…”

“Kidnapping it is.” Adrien decided and grabbed the new girl’s wrist pulling her out of the library. Mari picking up their bags.

Lila herself wasn’t too bad once she started telling the truth, lying is a coping mechanism she created, because she is constantly moving schools, cities, and even countries. She is pretty interesting when she isn’t exaggerating. She was on a Hollywood movie set, but she was there on accident, she was looking for the bathroom in a restaurant and they were filming there that day. She did save a kitten on a tarmac once, but one it wasn’t Jagged Stones, it was a kitten who spooked out of their carrier and rushed down the stairs. Lila dove and caught it before it could leave the passenger unloading area to get the tram to the airport. (Some small airports unload passengers in a certain area of the tarmac and either shuttle them to the building or have a sectioned of walkway that is cleared for passengers, to walk back in only.)

After almost two hours Lila left for home when Adrien’s father called, and he was angry. Together she and Adrien ran back to the Agreste Mansion.

“Adrien!” Gabriel came out disheveled and slightly panicked. “And Miss Dupain-Cheng.” He slightly composed himself.

“Sorry I kept him.” She apologized. “He showed me this really cool book and you know how it is when inspiration hits.”

“Ah yes the inspiring fashion designer friend.” Adrien had walked up and handed his father the grimoire.

“It’s quite an interesting spell book.”

“You can read it?”

“Yes, I can. (Come on out little butterfly.)” Nooroo flew out from his hiding spot. “Hello kwamii of transmission and to you as well Hawkmoth.” She was calm deathly calm.

“How?!” Gabriel growled.

“Calm down. I have a question for you first. You want the jewels used by Ladybug and Chat Noir, why?”

“Would my answer change your plan of action to urn me into authorities and to the heroes?”

“My response may change, but you’ll have to answer to find out.”

“My wife wielder the peacock miraculous, it is broken, and she fell ill, and is in a comatose state.”

“Ah! So here is what is going to happen.” She took the grimoire from Gabriel and flipped over pages. “There is a way to revive her without resorting to using the wish.”

“How do you know this?”

She simply smiled. “You mind gathering these ingredients please Adrien?” She text him a list.

“Sure.”

“How do I know that this isn’t a ruse?”

“One I hate liars, and two because all magic has a cost, and this way is less than if you were to use the wish.”

“What do you mean cost?”

“Just like using your transformation wears on the kwamii, and the power affects your limit. Magic has its cost. The wish because it will always rewrite reality, the price is steep. Bringing back one life means you lose at minimum one other person from your life most likely more.”

“And this?”

“From what I understand. Everyone involved in the spell will have their energies deprecated so they will sleep for a day to a week.”

“Randomly?”

“No, the more people the less each person sleeps.”

“Here they are!” Adrien burst back in the room.

“Do you have the peacock miraculous?” Gabriel nodded. “Okay we’ll need that first, so lead the way to the kitchen.” Both men shuffled confused. “You do know where the kitchen is right?”

“Um well find it eventually.” Adrien chuckled. They were lucky and form it easily and Gabriel left while she and Adrien began to individually brew two separate potions. Adrien the more complex one for his mother’s revival. And she did the simpler one to fix the miraculous. Sue her Adrien is the better one in chemistry, sure he can’t cook to save himself, but he has a gift for chem, and Tikki help her she will teach him to cook. It’s practically edible chemistry, right?!

She took the Brock from Gabriel and fixed it, allowing Duusu out. “Okay so who is going to do this?”

“We will,” Adrien answered for himself and his Father, who nodded.

“Please let be help as well.” Miss Sancoeur offered.

Nooroo, Duusu, Tikki, and Plagg (they came out of hiding now) came to her. “We can help.”

She nodded and saw that Gabriel and Natalie were staring wide eyed between her and Adrien. She thought she heard Natalie say, ‘That explains so much’ but she isn’t sure.

Long story short they were able to wake up Emile, but she took back the peacock and butterfly, leaving Plagg with Adrien. Funnily enough the Agreste’s became a second family to her, once Gabriel finally grasped how to be a father. They told Paris that they had found Hawkmoth, but he would be tried by the order of Miraculous, meaning he would be stripped of the gem and his memories of the miraculous erased. It was a lie but Tikki told her that was what would have happened. There was some outcry, but they explained that they would have no recollection of it, and it wouldn’t make sense to try them.

The next few years of her life were blissfully normal, aside from the fact she had a contract under the Gabriel brand as the designer MDC, who was also endorsed by Style Queen. Chloe isn’t as bad as she puts on when she isn’t masking the hurt of being constantly ignored and bought by her parents.

- - -

It wasn’t until she was twenty-two and accompanying Adrien to a Wayne charity gala, one he didn’t want to go alone and two she was invited anyways, Chloe, Kagami, and Luka were also there on their own merits and invitations so they all stuck relatively together. Since arriving there Marinette was a constant pain, her arm burned and ached, but she forced herself to simply breathe and tried her hardest to push it out of her mind. But her luck wouldn’t hold, three hours into the event she was approached by who she recognized as Bruce Wayne, the host of the gala, and a woman to his left, the pain was almost unbearable the closer the two approached. Her friends noticed, they knew what her pain actually meant, as she opened up to them about it after a while, but she grit her teeth and tried to push through it.

“Mr. Agreste, Miss Bourgeois It is good to see you both again.” Bruce Wayne acknowledged. “It’s nice to meet all of you as well, Bruce Wayne.” He introduced to the rest, shaking hands. “And this is a good friend of mine.”

“Diana Prince.” She also went to shake everyone’s hands and had left Marinette for the last. The moment their hands touched she almost crumpled, she shrunk back and into Adrien and Chloe. “Is she okay?”

“Diana?” Bruce pointed towards her upper arm, the mark most of them overlooked before was now complete and glowing lightly. What Marinette remembered was that there was her yo-yo string and a golden rope that she only saw once before on her own arm. She felt sick, Diana was staring at her now, she recognized that Marinette was her soulmate.

“Melody?” Luka now stepped up.

“I want to leave.” She answered flatly.

“You are…”

She completely turned away, but by now her friends knew what was going on and were glaring at Diana. “I want to leave, now.” She repeated.

“Come on bug, let’s get you away from… this.” He threw a look at Diana, who was looking confused and seemingly alarmed.

The other three were putting as much space as they could between their friend and who is unknowingly causing her pain.

“Please is she alright?” Diana asked stepping forward barely grazing her hand covering her mark. This time it felt as if the skin itself was burning and stung almost like it was being pricked over and over and over again.

“Don’t touch me and stay away from me.” On the outside she looks clam and relaxed, but her voice was soft and raw, her eyes burned in pain. “You and that completed mark can stay far from me.”

“Luka, Kagami mind taking her back to the house?” The two in question led her away and once a safe distance away she broke down in tears, sobbing from the pain she was biting down.

- - -

The two that stayed were simultaneously glaring at her and watching their friends leave the gala.

“Is she alright?” Bruce finally bole the tension.

“As soon as she is far enough away from her.” The girl, Chloe, snapped at her. “Now that we know who is the the person causing her pain, we can keep her from them.” She snapped towards her, but it was a slap to Diana.

“I don’t follow. We are…”

“Soulmates, yeah we figured.” Adrien this time spoke.

“They why would she want to leave, without speaking?”

“One one in a million people are in pain when they are close to their soulmates.” Adrien spoke calmly but stoically. “No one knows why.” He began to fidget with a ring on hi# finger, she couldn’t recall if she saw any jewelry on her soulmate, Marinette, but she has a suspicion. After all she feels similar to her Mother’s aura and presence, that of a Ladybug.

“You are wrong. There is an explanation, but only a few know why that is.” She feels certain that she knows what this is.

“Let me guess you know why.” Chloe remarked, sarcastically and unamused.

“Allow me to explain this another time and place, as this is neither.”

“Fine call this number at noon est tomorrow.” Adrien handed her a phone number and the two turned and left.

“Diana?” Bruce snapped her attention. “What was that about?” He was still calm and collected but she knew he would be the one to ask, figuring out what was the next step, what had the best options of success.

“Magic.”

- - -

The next day she called the number and she was invited to a video call by the recipient. It turned out to be Marinette.

“Hello Diana.” Her voice was not cold but it was emotionless, as if she was forced into this conversation. Granted she did think she would be speaking with Adrien and Chloe.

“I never wanted to harm you, I swear that on the river Styx.” she began but before she could continue Marinette cut in.

“Let’s be clear, I don’t care about your apologies. I just want to know why this is happening and how to either get rid of it or to never have contact with you in any way or proximity.”

“I am apologizing because this is known as the curse of the ladybug and black cat.” She saw the young woman tense at that. “The reason I know of this is from by Mother, Queen Hippolyta Of the Amazon’s.” She allowed that to sink in and the other woman allowed her to drop her defense, nodding to what is said.

“When you say the curse of the ladybug and black cat what do you mean by that?”

“True souls of the miraculous, when in their life they come into contract with their given gems, cause a reaction.” Diana explained. “For the ladybug they receive the pain of their soulmate through their marks. Which is what I assume is going on.”

“Yes you’re right, but this has been going ever since I could remember.”

“Call it what you will fate, destiny, but you were always going to wield the ladybug jewel, that is why the curse manifested itself.”

“What about the black cat?”

“I am unsure, the black cat of my Mother’s time died before meeting their soulmate, but I would assume it would be similar to our situation.”

“Then how do we solve this?”

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stray-kids-react · 3 years

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Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° You owned this special and locked diary for years, where you kept all your bottles up emotions and feelings in.

° One of those feelings evolving your long time crush on Chan, including the words 'Sexy, Cute, Inspirational, Hot, Prince, and A Literal Angel' all in quite a few pages. Luckily your now long time boyfriend has never seen these fangirl/boy paragraphs.

° Chan was all of those words, no doubt about it. But it is still hard to look at those paragraphs without cringing at how desperate you sounded in your mind.

° Chan however apparently loved your affectionate paragraphs, flipping through the pages as you walked through his studio door. Your heart sank as pure shock and terror rushed through your veins. No one wants their private thoughts to be read.

° The tips of Chan's ears were firetruck red, as a beaming grin flashed towards you. You noted that he read through the entire diary, knowing all the dreams and wishes you had that involved him. No skeletons were left in your closet anymore, it was bittersweet.

"So you really think I'm an angel who is also the sexiest person on earth?" he teased, cupping your face in his palms.

"Well duh, but you can't tell me you didn't think anything like that towards me-" You defended, cut off by his sweet kisses.

Lee Know

° Minho found out about your true feelings towards him while reading some song lyrics you wanted to show 3Racha.

° He needed to know who you loved and admired so dearly after reading this, constantly by your side questioning anything he could. After literal weeks of conspiracy, you couldn't take his suspicion anymore and admitted everything.

° You are now much more secretive with your songs that you've written, but that won't stop Minho from looking everywhere he possibly can. He is determined to find them.

° After so many large steps that were taken in your relationship, he wants to see how you truly felt throughout them. From the first date, first time, to the promise ring he fave you last week. Minho wants to say it's to tease, when it's truly because he loves you.

° He loved the way his stomach did kart wheels as his heart fluttered when he first read your words. He hasn't felt that amazing feeling in a while and needs to re live it, luckily for him he noticed a place he has never thought of checking.

"So kitten, you really want to marry me don't you?" he commented, a soft smirk across his glowing features.

"Why wouldn't I? You're you. And how'd you find those?!" you replied, tone changing as you saw how many he actually had.

Changbin

° Changbin was struggling to create a new song, he seemed to accidently make similar beats and lyrics to their past hits.

° You would sometime write up different songs when you were bored, but you never showed them to anyone thinking they weren't great. But Changbin looked in need of some type of inspiration, so you brought out your journal and placed it infront of him.

° His expression was unreadable, either about to thank you for the amazing inspiration or laugh at your cheesy words. You just wanted him to say something.

° Changbin began to smile shyly, showing you a page he just read over. That page happened to be the most recent and the one you completely forgot about. It was a draft about 10 different ways you could tell Changbin that you loved him.

° You really wanted it to be special when you would say it to him, but luck didn't seem to be on your side that day. You were at least glad that he was smiling, showing positive signs that he isn't feeling awkward or doesn't feel the same way about you.

"I love you too my adorable bean." He chuckled, pulling you into his lap as he held you close to his racing heart beat.

"I'm guessing he new comeback is going to be a love song now?" you teased, burrowing into his soft black hoodie.

Hyunjn

° Your relationship use to be a cat and mouse situation, one day you two were best friends and then the next you two were rivals.

° Your anger and frustration towards one another was simply a way to hide your true emotions. Both of you found each other attractive in and out, but were too stubborn to confess. That is until he walked into your room and pressed you up against the wall.

° Your rivalry left out the door once you started dating, the only ounce of it was left in the small playful bickering and teasing. Which happened every day of the week.

° You walked into the dressing rooms, noticing Han and Felix giggling as your presence became known. This wasn't a usual giggle of theirs, something was going on. You knew that for sure once you saw the way Hyunjin presented himself.

° A sly smirk across his lips as a couple crumpled peace of paper were in between his fingers. His steps were long and powerful, as he held his head up high while nearing you. This usually meant he found something to tease you with.

"I didn't know you liked me for five years, coming up with so many cute pet names if we ever dated." He teased, hiding his blush.

"First of all, you went through my desk without asking me. Second of all, I am whipped for you dumb dumb." You replied.

Han

° You weren't a very vocal person, having trouble expressing your thoughts and emotions through words everyday.

° That reason alone is also why people think you and Han are a perfect match. He helped you come out of your shell and be comfortable in your own skin. All of those actions sent your heart into a frenzy, finding there way into pages filled with emotion.

° Han knew about your habit of writing cute quotes on your palms and arms, or just randomly taking out your journal and starting a new page.

° He respected your privacy even if the temptation of knowing every little thought you have was very very strong, he held back and let you write in peace. However, when you dropped your journal without knowing. Han held it and the temptation took over.

° As you had a chat with Seungmin, he turned around from your eye sight and flipped through the pages. Many of them expressing how much you love him and how much he helped you without him even knowing. This effected Han immensely.

"Hannie are you crying?" you questioned, noticing the forming gloss over his sparkling chocolate orbs.

"Yeah, but it's happy tears. I just never knew how much you cared about me, and it makes me feel important." He explained.

Felix

° You cannot hide anything from this adorable koala, he knows you too well and can find anything you've hidden from him.

° You learned this the hard way when you asked him for help when forgetting where you left your journal, panicking since the last place you saw it was at Minho's. Felix knew you usually placed it near your bed and assumed it to be under the covers.

°His assumption was spot on, but you had no idea that he had found it yet. Felix took this advantage to skim through a few pages, smiling at the sight of his name in the book.

° His name was mentioned ever since the day you first met, January 7th 2017. He was written as this attractive aussie that had your knees weak, he laughed silently at the realization that you fancied him since the first day you met. He loved it.

° Felix walked out with the navy blue book tight in his grip, his ears a bright shade of red. You knew he must've read some sort of page about him, but you weren't nervous about it. It couldn't have been anything more cheesy than what you say on dates.

"I can't believe Han knew about your crush on me that entire time." Felix chuckled, shock filling his expression.

"And I can't believe you never knew how much I truly admired you." You teased back, kissing his freckle speckled cheeks.

Seungmin

° Seungmin met you at a library, you were working on a soft poem about not being able to find the right person.

° That whole meeting seemed like something right off of a romance movie or fanfiction novel. Writing about giving up on love as an amazing guy happens to cross paths with you. But both of you laugh at the whole cliché nature of your meeting.

° Seungmin loved how you wrote, taking him into the story each time. He felt so special whenever he found something referring to your relationship, feeling fuzzy inside.

° He liked to bring some of your poems on tour with him, reminding him to stay strong when being away from you. Letting him know that you'll always be there for him when he needs you, even if you are both countries away from each other.

° Felix once found his stash of poems that you wrote, he never teased him on it but would still smile excitedly at how sentimental Seungmin was becoming. Seungmin knew he was becoming cheesy and mushy, he hated yet loved it.

"Do you know how much you have effected me?" he questioned, tracing the curve of your jaw with his thumb.

"Or maybe you have an addiction to me, ever think of that?" you responded, smiling widely as he rolled his eyes at your words.

Jeongin

° You worked under JYP entertainment to help create songs for different groups, Jeongin noticed you during his break.

° You rarely got to work with Stray Kids since they made 99% of their own songs, but that didn't stop Jeongin from trying to get to know you. It worked in his favor, since you began to develop a living in him after two months of hang out together.

° Jeongin likes hearing certain songs you create or in the process of being created, cheering you on and telling all of his members when you created a song.

° He liked to give you the credit and appreciation you rarely get, most of the credit going towards the artist who performed the songs you created. Jeongin wanted to let you know how proud he was of you daily, even if you got shy from it.

° Whenever you showed him different samples of songs you were working on, he'd dance in his seat with a beaming smile. Even when you were tired and wanted the day to end, his admiration and addicting smile would make your mood change instantly.

"I am just worried because JYP has been pretty harsh on the past few songs." You sighed, tired and frustrated.

"He literally wrote a song about women's butts. I'm pretty sure you're more talented baby." He reassured, patting your head.

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aiiwa · 3 years

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hewwooooo i recently just found your blog and i had to gobble up every single content here bc u write so well 😭😭😭 congrats for 500!!! deserve!!! and deserve more!!! for fmk (if you're still doing them) um, what about kenma, kuroo, and akaashi? don't forget to stay safe! i hopr your days are always as lovely as you are mwa

ahhh you’re so sweet 🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much baby 💖 thank you for being the first to give me kenma hsdkdkkd i love him sm

FUCK - kozume kenma. y’all have no idea how much i love him.

when kenma had suggested you join him once a week for one of his streams, it was a bit of a surprise. you were by no means a gamer, only knowing the mere basics, but kenma had told you it was his fans who asked him to have you join in. they would see you randomly pop up while he was playing; bringing him snacks, giving him a kiss goodnight, or even clowning kenma for having a mini rage at a rare loss.

you had agreed, there was nothing better than spending time with your boyfriend doing something he loves - yet you were ignorant to the glint in his golden eyes as you smiled sweetly at him, and left to get ready. if only you knew kenma’s true intentions, then you could’ve been prepared for your current situation.

sitting in his lap now, the camera was focused on your expression, while his thick cock was buried balls deep inside your drooling cunny. you were all breathy moans, with his chin resting on your shoulder and muttering the filthiest things in your ear as you tried to talk to his followers as normally as possible. and when he rutted into you, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“haaa~ k-kenma...please.” you whine, throwing your head back. you can hear the comment section notifications popping up, but kenma leans forward, mumbling a hasty excuse before ending the stream.

“you really couldn’t wait a bit longer, y/n?” at his question, you shake your head, crying out as his fingers circle your swollen clit. “hmm, guess i won this game then. now i want my prize, want you to cum all over me.”

MARRY - akaashi keiji. who wouldn’t want to marry him. fun fact - before iwa, i was all about akaashi hngggg.

out of the many things you loved about your husband, his dedication was something you came to admire greatly. it was all clear through his love for you, the way he cared for his friends, and his drive to succeed in his career. but his work ethic meant many caffeine filled late nights with early morning starts to repeat the cycle.

and it really became more obvious the past month. the bags under his eyes were more prominent, less time was spent in bed with you, and almost every other day he was running to the store to restock on coffee. so you decided to stage an intervention on a day you both had off, though akaashi was busying himself in his study.

“keiji, honey.” you called, entering the room, hot cup of chamomile tea in your hand. he was hunched over some paper work, but straightened up as you approached him. “i made you some tea.”

“thank you, love.” when you made no move to leave, he only stared up at you questioningly.

“why don’t you come and rest with me for a while.” as he opens his mouth, most likely to decline, you cut him off. “it wasn’t a suggestion, keiji. come with me.”

leading the way to your living room, you plop yourself down on the comfort of your sofa, patting your thigh and inviting your husband to rest on you. a soft, tired smile graces his pretty mouth, as he stretches out on top of you, sliding his torso between your legs, and smushing his cheek to your chest. it’s so peaceful and quiet, that only a few minutes later do you hear his light, muffled snores.

running your fingers through his curls, you cluck your tongue, cuddling him closer to you. “married a crazy workaholic...tch, next time you’re tired you better sleep, before i drag you to bed and never let you go.”

KISS - kuroo tetsurou. i have like three more fmk’s for kuroo hehe, so he can have a kith. a chaotic one lmao.

coming across of box of free kittens outside your apartment complex, there was absolutely no way you could turn away from the golden eyes peaking up at you. its fluffy, ink coloured fur almost akin to kuroo’s hair, had you reaching in and bringing the kitty back home.

your boyfriend couldn’t even say anything to protest suddenly having a pet, not with the way your eyes shone as you held the kitten in your arms like a baby. and it was definitely treated as such; months of your cooing and cuddling, had turned into a year. the male cat adored you, lived for your attention, but he despised kuroo. most likely because he had named the kitty, ‘bill nya the science cat,’ even though not once had the cat ever responded to such a name.

but the two main males in your life were at a constant war for your attention. the day before your cat had wrapped himself around your shoulders as you lounged out on the couch, hissing when kuroo had tried to steal you away, before licking at your cheek and glaring at the man.

and today it was kuroo wrapped around you, toned arm hooked underneath your head. you were just trying to watch your show, when you felt his tongue lick a clean stripe across your cheek. shooting your hand up to wipe at your cheek, your glare was unnoticed as he was set in an intense stare off with the black kitty; winning as your cat huffed, and ran off to hide away.

“was that necessary?” your answer came in the proud smirk kuroo was wearing. “stop fighting with my baby.”

“oh so he’s your baby?”

“tetsu-”

leaning down, his pink tongue darted out to lick the pout of your bottom lip, before he fully presses against you for a kiss. it starts to become heated, hands roaming freely, and just as you’re about to wrap your legs around his waist - your cat appears out of nowhere, leaping onto kuroo’s back and biting at the back of his head. kuroo yells out as they tumble to the floor; and all you can do is laugh, before moving to break them apart. the two of them really were your babies.

FMK CLOSED.

#💖 nona hits 500 #anonnie❣️#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu smut #kenma x reader #akaashi x reader #kuroo x reader

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moth-based-cryptology · 3 years

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race was once in the middle of streaming and when he realized it was raining he stopped whatever he was doing to open the window and set linda, his tomato plant, outside and left it open so he could hear the rain and chat basically just said “awww thats adorable uwu” for the rest of the stream

al was doing a q&a stream and suddenly race walked in and was like look what i found :)!!! it was kitten he found and suddenly the stream turned into them caring for it and now they have another cat

al has an electric drum kit and did a cover of a song and everyone, especially race, found it a little too attractive

elmer and race got into a “my boyfriends better than yours” argument and planned a video like the fitness competition that mark and ethan did on unus annus except spot and al didnt even know about the feud and know have to do some fitness test because their boyfriends brag too much

spot and al get them back by making them also do the (very difficult) fitness test against each other and its hilarious

you have, once again, managed to characterize my version of these idiots perfectly so this is just my commentary on your perfection

- race is such a rain lover !!! (i am too, but that’s not the point. it’s raining rn and i’m vibing by a window typing headcanons and drinking hot chocolate) he much prefers it to snow, cause it’s not as cold, and he loves the sound of it on the room and through the trees. his tomato plant’s name is sally though, cause linda is his lil cactus friend.

- honestly race WOULD spontaneously bring home a kitten. albert gets to name it though, which is why they now have a tiny black and white kitten named skully. it’s their only cat, but skully IS best friends with jack and davey’s cat from their christmas card.

- albert does randomly lil music covers in his streams fairly regularly cause everything is set up in the game room, but he posts a full cover of ‘papercut’ by linkin park and everyone looses their shit. the reaction is even more dramatic when race points out that you can hear albert’s voice in the backing vocals of his drum cover. he also plays/sings ‘i cant help falling in love with you’ on piano for race’s birthday one year and everyone’s hearts exploded. they’re also simps so he so much as mentions an instrument he plays and the entire chat is just like ‘🥵🥵🥵’

-✨i have a lot of opinions on musician albert✨

- they got into it during a pubg stream cause they had almost the same number of wins and kills and general stat stuff and race DEFINITELY started it. albert and spot get dragged into a video like mark and ethan did (specifically the one inside the gym, not the outside one or the one at mark’s house) and have a lot of fun torturing their not-as-athletic boyfriends with physical activity. they also ran that like,,,, army obstacle course thing (the one from unus annus that had james charles in it) and albert absolutely sweeps everyone.

- everyone loved the video cause it was an excuse to see albert’s tattoos cause he wearing like,,,, basketball shorts and a tank top or something

✨anyways✨

i love them all sm

#newsies #livesies #never not read the tags #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #chaotic red and radioactive racer #youtuber ralbert #youtuber!au #idiots !#they’re so dumb and in love it’s so sweet

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boomboomjaz · 4 years

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prince! kuroo x f!reader

summary: kuroo was cursed and has lived with it from a young age

word count: 3705

note: this is long overdue but ya girl was going through some stuff

Being the prince of Nekoma was not a blessing. It was the exact opposite for Prince Kuroo Tetsuro. It was a curse that he will never be able to escape. The day his birth was officially announced, a faerie visited at night which startled the royal family, causing them to throw insults. This angered the faerie that was respected in every other kingdom and decided to curse the young prince with limited shapeshifting abilities. He could only turn from a human to a cat.

When Prince Kuroo first transformed, he was napping in the crib. The queen had turned away for a second and when she turned back around, the newborn baby was replaced with a kitten. She let out a screech which caused the king to rush to his wife’s aid. Not long after, the two witnessed the kitten transform back to their baby. That is when they discovered that the prince of Nekoma was really cursed. This was a secret that both the king and queen didn’t want revealed. So only the select few that cared for Prince Kuroo were informed of this in hopes of preventing a scandal.

Over time, as Prince Kuroo grew older and older, they discovered something about the curse. With each year he grew, the longer his transformation as a cat was extended. During the first ten years of his life, Kuroo would randomly turn into a black cat. But once he reached the age of 11, he started to transform into a cat during the day. It started with three hours of being a cat during the day and after that, he was back to being a prince.

Now at the age of twenty, Kuroo had to deal with being a cat during all hours of the day and being a human at night. This had caused wild rumors to spread across the kingdom that the prince of Nekoma was a womanizer. It was a widespread rumor to cope with the fact that the prince hadn’t shown his face during the day and could only be spotted at night. In reality, it was the exact opposite. He can’t do a single thing as a cat except for meowing, licking his body clean, and napping. It was making his royal duties harder to accomplish.

But, during the time that he is trapped in a cat’s body, he had managed to find something to do. Something that always washed his worries away. In his kingdom, in the town that his castle resided in, there is a merchant girl. Her name was Yn Bokuto from what Tetsuro could hear. And you always gave him treats and played with him. Giving him the type of attention that he didn’t receive in the castle.

“Meow.”

Kuroo walked in circles around his guardian Kenma. His cat eyes glaring at him before motioning to the window. He was starting to get fed up being stuck in a room all day and wanted to go out. To see you. It was his favorite thing to do to pass the time.

Kenma let out a sigh as he picked up the black cat with the red collar. A way to distinguish Kuroo as the prince cat.

“This is getting tiring Tetsuro,” Kenma stated.

Yet, he obeyed the cat. Kenma took off the collar from the cat and carried Kuroo towards the window. He carefully opened it and looked around, making sure no one noticed. His grip on Kuroo loosened, allowing Kuroo to jump out of his arms.

Kuroo stretched on the ledge and meowed once towards Kenma. His way of saying thank you. From there he took off on his four-pawed legs. Navigating through the outside of the building, following the paths he knew by heart to leave the castle grounds. Until he was on the buildings of the town that he’s been exploring since he figured out how to sneak out.

The busy noise from the morning market could be heard from where Kuroo stood. He laid down on the rooftop and watched. His eyes scanning the crowd trying to find the familiar figure. His tail swung left to right, waiting patiently. That is until the warmth of the sun made him sleepy. Kuroo was slowly falling asleep but was quickly awoken.

He heard it. Your laugh. It was the best sound he ever heard in his life. Quickly, Kuroo got up and made his way down to the streets and into the market. Having the body of a cat made it easy to slip in and out of the crowd without anyone questioning him. Because who would question a cat? Soon he found himself at your stall at the market. God, Kuroo loved watching you deal with your customers. Everyone always assumed they could get away with scamming you since you were a girl but you were always quick to prove them all. Your knowledge of different material, craftsmanship, etc was always shown when you spoke. You knew what you were doing thanks to your parent’s wisdom and you always made sure to show it off.

Once you were done dealing with a customer who claimed that a piece of fabric you were trying to sell wasn’t from Seijoh, you sat down. As busy it may have seemed in the market, it wasn’t a busy one. So you were thankful to have time to sit down and rest. You closed your eyes for one second and then felt something soft and slightly heavy on your lap. You looked down to see the black cat that always came to help you work.

You smiled at the cat as you stroke his back. He always did keep you company and you appreciated it. Humming to yourself, you reached into the bag next to you and pulled out a small bag with treats.

“Hey, buddy,” you whispered. You took out a treat and waved it in front of his face. You laughed when you saw his head following the movement of the treat. “Thank you for always keeping me company.”

You gave him the treat and continued to pet him.

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You popped your neck before you started to gather up your things. Your shift at the stall was over and it was time for one of your parents to take over. You grabbed your bag and whistled at the black cat.

The two of you walked side by side through the crowd until you made it to a less busy street. It was a routine between the two of you. Work until noon, head home, and two hours before it grew dark, the cat went home. You didn’t mind it at all. You actually enjoyed the presence of your cat friend.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Kotarou Bokuto, your brother yelled in the middle of the street.

Kuroo looked up at your brother and tilted his head. He had seen him around but according to your little rants. Kotarou is mostly coming in and out of the kingdom, transporting merchandise for your family.

“Kotarou, our parents are looking for you. They want to talk about your next travel arrangement with Akaashi.” your words were simple and straight to the point.

Kotarou nodded his head before he took off towards the market while you and Kuroo walked home.

Once the two of you were back in your house, you brought out the cat toys that your father brought back from one of his overseas trips. You used the toy to play with the unknown cat. It was insulting at first when you would treat him like a cat, but Kuroo ended up loving it. He loved the attention you gave him.

Having as much fun as the two of you were having caused time to fly by. Because soon, it was starting to grow dark outside. Kuroo woke up from his nap and realized this. He squirmed out of your arms and jumped towards the open window. He gave you one last glance before he took off back to the castle. He had to transform back in there to prevent Kenma and himself from getting in trouble.

Sneaking back in the castle was easier said than done. Since he wasn’t sure what entrances were open, he always had to jump from window to window and sneak around to get back inside. But luckily, the windows to his room were open, making it easy to get back inside. He looked around and found Kenma playing cards by himself.

Kuroo made his way over to him and meowed. Letting Kenma know that he returned.

“Tetsurou, that was cutting it close,” Kenma stated with a sigh. He got up from his spot and closed the window and shut the curtains.

Kuroo just walked in circles around his bed, ignoring Kenma’s words. He just wanted to transform back into his human self. It didn’t take long before he found himself sitting on his bed as a human. Lacking clothes, but luckily there were clothes waiting for him on his bed. He got up and quickly changed into them.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Kuroo replied with a smile.

He just loved spending time with you. It kept him sane through all of this insanity of a curse. He didn’t have to worry about anything.

“Yeah, yeah. She’s amazing. I get it,” Kenma mocked replied. “But your transformations are cutting it close. What if you transform while you’re with her? How do we explain that to her and your parents?”

“That my friend is a problem for another day,” Kuroo answered.

He was scared. Scared that his parents would find out about his secret because who knows what they would do. They are doing as much as they can to keep this a secret for no one to find out.

“Anyways,” Kenma continued. “Your parents want to talk to you.”

Oh. This wasn’t good. Kuroo could already feel his humor leave his body as he grew serious. His parents, the king and the queen, wanted to talk to him. All the stress from his royal duties could be felt on his shoulders as he straightened up and nodded his head.

Kuroo left his room with a determined look on his face. Talking to his parents wasn’t his favorite thing to do. Not with the way that they have been raising him. Keeping him locked up because they were ashamed of their mistakes. It was just all so frustrating.

Carefully, he opened the door to the throne room. And there on the throne, his parents sat with dignity and status. They quickly sent everyone out of the room, only leaving the three of them in that room.

“Mother, father. I was summoned?” Kuroo asked. He bowed slightly, trying to show some respect to his parents.

“You are correct son,” the king said. He looked at his wife and silently they agreed on something. “We have decided on what to do about your little… problem.”

They couldn’t even say curse. It didn’t feel right to them. They didn’t want to acknowledge it but alas they had no choice.

“We decided that once… you fully transform. That you should be relocated to the countryside,” the queen continued.

Kuroo froze. Relocated? To the countryside? It was far from home and he couldn’t help but feel even more cursed. He was basically being forced out of his home just because he didn’t fit into the human standards. Just because of his parents' mistakes. And it was all being taken out on him.

With his hands behind his back, he clenched his fists. He knew it would be pointless to argue with his parents. There was no point in it, so he agreed with them and left the room. The second he left the throne room, he fell to his knees. He didn’t care if the maids or the soldiers saw. He was frustrated, angry. He never wished for any of this. Kuroo just wanted to be normal. To be seen outside the castle during the day without looking like a cat. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

Quickly, Kuroo got back on his feet and rushed to his office. Once inside, he saw Kenma sitting in a chair looking at one of the documents that Kuroo was supposed to look at.

“Kenma,” Kuroo said. Kenma looked at Kuroo, confused as to why Kuroo was bothering him. Then he saw the frustration in the prince's eyes.

“You’re going to run away?” Kenma asked, looking back at the document. It wasn’t a surprise. This was a topic that Kuroo had a tendency to bring up.”There’s a hidden route in my room that leads to the village. If anyone asks, I’ll say you excused yourself to your room because you had a headache.”

Tetsuro appreciated his only friend in the castle before he left the cursed castle that he spent most of his life in. There was only one place he knew where he could go to. And that was your house.

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Your ears perked up at the sound of knocking. You had just finished cleaning the dishes from dinner while the rest of your family went back to the market. So you were confused as to who could be at the door. Not many people came to your home. The more you thought about it, the more it seemed like it could have been Kotaro. That boy probably forgot his keys and something else in the house.

Quickly, you whipped your hands on a hand towel before you headed towards the door. You opened the door immediately saying disappointing words towards Kotaro. It took you a total of two minutes of talking to realize it wasn’t your brother. No, it was the prince of Nekoma wearing a really bad disguise.

Without a second thought, you slammed the door and stood there in shock. What in the world was the prince doing at your house? Were you his next hookup? No, it couldn’t be. You never have seen or met the prince before other than the royal pictures in the papers and announcements.

“Oh crap,” you cursed under your breath. “I just slammed the door on Prince Tetsuro Kuroo.”

You took a deep breath and regained your composer and opened the door and bowed. Showing your respect to the heir next in line for the throne. Oh man, if your parents saw how you slammed the door, no doubt you would be working full days at the market.

“No need for that. Can I come in, Yn?” Kuroo asked.

You nodded your head in confusion as you opened the door wider and allowed him in your small house. You were in bewilderment on how he even knew your name. There was never an introduction between the two of you. This was getting confusing.

“How can I help you today, Prince Tetsuro?” you asked while closing the door.

Kuroo took off his terrible disguise, walked towards your kitchen, and sat down. It had scared you by how well he knew your house as if he had been inside before. You followed him and started to prepare a cup of tea.

“I-”

Kuroo couldn’t form words on how to explain his situation. How do you tell someone that you’re cursed to transform as a cat during the day and turn back into a human during the night? That you have been hanging out with them this whole time as a cat? No sane person would believe him if he said these things. But Kuroo knew you were different. Maybe you would believe him.

“I’m the black cat that has been hanging out with you this whole time,” Kuroo stated. His face turning red. You were the first person ever to hear the closely guarded secret. It sounded so ridiculous.

Which was why you laughed, thinking it was a joke.

“I’m sorry your majesty,” you said in between laughs. “But how can you, a human, be the adorable little cat that I have been taking care of this whole time?”

This was Kuroo’s worse fear. You didn’t believe him and he didn’t blame you. It was far fetched. Could a cat really be a prince? What kind of fairy tale was that? Unfortunately, it was one that Tetsuro Kuroo was living.

“I promise you that I am telling you the truth,” Kuroo defended himself. He racked his head on ways to convince you that he was telling the truth. Until he remembered something important. “You want your parents to let you travel for work and not be bounded to Nekoma.”

You stood there with your mouth ajar. You never told anyone your true feelings except for the cat that came home with you. How was this even possible? There was no denying that the prince was indeed the cat you loved so much. Heck, it was hard to believe that the prince that you had a crush on when you were younger was standing in the middle of your house. There was so much to take in that you had to rub your temples. Until a memory resurfaced.

“Wait! Then you saw me change!”

Kuroo could feel his blood rush up, making his face go red. He could remember that day as if it was yesterday. He had escaped the castle and came to your house. He just didn’t think that while he was laying down on your bed in his cat form that you would change right in front of him. The only thing that he managed to see was your bareback before he jumped from the bed into a corner to give you privacy.

“I didn’t see anything!” Kuroo swore.

Oh, man. Why was this happening to him? He quickly took a few steps forward to try to explain himself but one of the cat toys that he used to play with got in the way. He had accidentally stepped on it, which took him by surprise causing him to fall forward. His eyes widened as he realized he was going to fall on you. Without thinking, he wrapped an arm around you and used the other to break the fall.

There on the floor, the two of you were inches apart. Both of you were breathing heavily. Looking each other in the eyes. You could see Kuroo’s hazel eyes and how they were narrowed-eyed. His pupils reminded you of a cat and you couldn’t help but think… that this boy really was cursed to be a cat.

Meanwhile, Kuroo was captivated by your face. He could see little details that he had never seen before. Slowly, he leaned, even more, trying to take in the small details of your face. Soon enough, his lips were deeply close to yours. He closed his eyes and decided to close the gap.

You were taken aback but closed your eyes as well. You relaxed under his touch as his lips met yours. It was slow and gentle. You could taste the toothpaste that he used to clean his teeth. It was minty and refreshing. Soon, your hands found their way on Kuroo’s neck and you pushed his head a little closer. Causing your teeth to cling against one another as the kiss was deepened. You couldn’t help but enjoy it. A small smile formed on your lips.

There was a loud noise that caught both of your attention. Both you and Kuroo pulled away and looked towards the direction of the noise. At the doorway stood your older brother Kotaro with his best friend Akaashi. Apparently, Kotaro had dropped his keys from the shock. Quickly, you and Kuroo got up and awkwardly coughed.

From there, the two of you tried to clear up the misunderstanding. Thankfully, the two boys were understanding and let it slide.

“So what are you doing in our house?” Kotaro asked.

At that moment, Kuroo explained his situation. How he was cursed from birth, how he would sneak out of the castle in his cat form and hang out with you, and his parent’s recent plans on relocating it.

“We have to help him,” you stated.

What was happening to Kuroo was unfair and wrong. It shouldn’t be something that anyone should experience.

“Well, we can probably smuggle him out of Nekoma and take him to Karasuno. At least until his curse is lifted?” Akaashi suggested.

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement and came up with a plan. Through it all, you held onto Kuroo’s hand. Assuring him that you were there to help him. There was a slight problem with the plan that Kotaro didn’t like and that was that you were going to go with Kuroo. With a little arguing and Akaashi’s help, all of you were able to convince him. It would be better if you went with Kuroo to keep him company when he was in his cat form. Your family either way had a small market in Karasuno that you could run in order to support both you and Kuroo.

It didn’t take long until you had your things packed. Along with some of Kotaro’s clothes for Kuroo and left the place you grew up in. And that’s how it went. You and Kuroo moved to Karasuno. It was a small and peaceful life. Overtime, Kuroo’s curse grew weaker and weaker the more he fell in love with you and learned the commoner’s life. His duration as a cat was getting shorter until it completely disappeared.

It had been two years since the two of you moved when it was decided that you would return to Nekoma. It shocked the whole kingdom at the sudden return of their missing prince. Especially when Kuroo exposed what his parents kept hidden. His grandparents were disappointed upon hearing this and pressured Kuroo’s parents to step down from the throne.

The same day of his conination, it was Tetsurou’s wedding day. The day he got to marry you. Rule by your side. With the knowledge that the two of you shared, you ran Nekoma depending on one another. The people loved you and it made Kuroo happy. To know that you would be by his side and that you cared about the people that lived with in the kingdom’s borders and beyond.

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lcnelyinthesky · 4 years

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that time - kenma x reader

a/n: good evening! i feel like i haven’t written in ages, but maybe i kinda wish this wasnt the piece i was coming back in with. in any case, here she is.

based on that time by regina spektor

genre: angst

warnings: heavy mentions of drug use and suicide.

word count: 1.4k

Do you remember the time when I found a human tooth down on Delancey?

It was a perfect spring day. The flowering trees existed in all of their beautiful glory, painting the green grass with splotches of pinks and purples. You walked around a park, looking to meet up with your boyfriend Kenma.

Hey, remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth?

Your boots clunked around your feet with every step you took. The legs of your baggy jeans rubbed against themselves as you walked, creating the slightest vibration. The light cotton of your shirt melted into your skin. Your hands found each other behind your back, fingers interlocking. You looked around at the trees and benches and people in dark clothes as you strolled along the paths.

Hey, remember that time when my favorite colors were pink and green?

You remembered the past fondly, a small smile creeping to your face as you thought about the first time you met your kitten. You were at a party with your friends, passing drunken stories around the circle you had formed together. Your pastel pink shirt was tucked into your olive green pants, the fabric held together by a grey belt with a chain attached to the loops. You moved the silver links around in your fingers when a group of guys came in, a particular one catching your eye more than the others.

Your fingers anxiously fiddled together while you dug deeply into the yellowish eyes of the man standing above you, who proceeded to shoot you a coy smile. He sat down next to you, maroon fabric of his shirt folding as his posture faltered.

He took a liking to you instantly, both of you clicking as stories continued to pass around the room. You giggled as his face turned red every time a so-called “Kuro” poked fun at him.

Hey, remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines?

You were just broke college students, but you made it work. Your shared, albeit small, income covered the rent of a tiny studio apartment and you figured the rest out somehow. None of that really mattered though, because you’d take waking up in his arms, engulfed in his cinnamony scent, over a dorm any day. He was always so cute in the morning. His sleepy eyes told you they loved you without him uttering a word. His hair would be in every single direction but he wore it so well.

So cheap and juicy, tangerines.

Kenma spent most of his time at home. You’d carry him to bed after he passed out at his post, eyes glued to a monitor. You’d lay his exhausted body in bed before you went to shower, and when you’d come back to him, his position would have changed entirely. You’d climb in next to him and face him while he slept. The scent of orange on your breath became something that could never fail to lull him to sleep.

Hey, remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare?

You were always one with spurts of energy, whereas his energy was constant and unwavering. You’d randomly tell him something you wanted to do and he’d laugh, causing a flame that allowed you to actually get it done.

“I’m gonna memorize Lady Macbeth’s monologues. All of them.” You looked up from your phone at your boyfriend. His gaze met yours as his mouth twisted into a smirk and his eyebrows raised.

“Definitely, baby. I’ll learn Macbeth’s and we can be them for Halloween.” He laughed at you slightly, but it was all out of love. It always was.

Hey, remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes?

You sat at the kitchen table in a trance, staring down the box your breakfast came from. Kenma walked in, sleepily trudging towards you, and asked what you were doing. The words came in one ear and out the other, an empty haze going over your brain. He went to the kitchen and tried to hide the clinking of a pill bottle with a story about a woman he saw in the park. He swallowed something mint green with water, before asking you--once again--about your blank stare.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Kenma walked over to you and placed an arm around your back, bringing you back to reality. You shook your head and looked up at him, asking flirtatiously if you could join him in a morning shower. He stuttered out an “okay”, but that’s when the worry started.

Hey, remember that time I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing?

“Kenma! Hey!” You shouted, panicked in front of your apartment complex, a bird in your hands. The sky was a pale grey that contrasted heavily with your bright yellow shirt. The terrace attached to your living room had someone standing on it now.

“What the hell is that?”

A street cat got him by morning, and I had to bury pieces of his body in my building's playground

You wore black the next day. Something in you became used to the lack of color. It wasn’t exactly a change in personality, and it sure was subtle. Kenma never noticed when your closet’s colors started to fade. Nothing confused him when you left your pink shirts at the laundromat on purpose. Yet he was so observant elsewhere.

I thought I was going to be sick

But maybe something went too deeply into his brain, occupying his every thought. Nothing really seemed too different because his focus was always deep in a video game, but then you beat him at Mario Kart.

Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments?

He wasn’t as sharp with a controller in his hands. He stopped falling asleep at three in the morning, sometimes turning in at as early as ten. He started spending more time away, walking down the alleyways between office buildings before and after his normal desk job.

Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros?

You woke up at seven one morning to an empty bed, knowing you fell asleep next to your boyfriend at twelve the night before. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your arms, walking twenty feet to see a blob of dyed blond hair and plushy black fabric.

Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Camels?

The bags under his eyes were deeper and darker than you had ever noticed them. His eyes fluttered open at the soft touch of your hand and he groaned at the brightness of the light.

Hey, remember that time when I was broke?

“Shit, y/n. My neck hurts.” His arm reached around to massage the back of his neck, wincing his eyes shut at the light movement.

“What’s this about, Ken?” Concern littered your face and nipped from your voice. He came back to reality slowly.

I didn't care; I just bummed from my friends

“I- uhm. I got too warm and had to sleep on the couch. Sorry, baby.” He seemed genuine. He put on a genuine face for you. The stutter made you doubt him.

Hey, remember that time when you OD'ed?

You were still strolling about a park, waving hellos to birds as they flew by. The black denim of your baggy jeans rubbed together, creating the slightest vibration. A tear fell from your squinting eyes at the memory. The happy facade you created fell quickly and all at once.

Hey, remember that other time when you OD'ed for the second time?

You were looking to meet up with your boyfriend Kenma at the usual spot. He would be sitting there happy to see you, ready to push your hair from your face the second you sit down next to him.

Well, in the waiting room while waiting for news of you

Plot 34D. There were always flowers placed in the small vase. Kuroo came every three Thursdays. You typically went on Saturdays.

I hallucinated I could read your mind

“Hey, Kenma. On the way over here I was thinking about that one summer I only ate those tiny oranges! Remember how you always said they reminded you of your friend Shoyo?” You giggled, tear falling onto the well-maintained grass. “I stole one from a little farmers market in town and ate it right there. You would’ve scolded me so bad.”

And I was on a lot of shit too, but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky

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A Bloom In Time Ch13 Dealing With The Past P2

"WHEN were you going to tell me about this exactly?!," Snatcher whisper screamed at the little girl.

Finding out Poppy was ok was a MAJOR relief of the girls' heads and Snatcher had allowed her to be lead into his home where she could rest for a small while. Currently she was sitting on the footrest he never really used since, well he had no legs and was slightly scowling picking all the leaves and sticks from her tangled, messy hair. Bow was currently resting and was absolutely THRILLED to discover the thing she thought was a weird plant randomly put on Snatcher's chair was in fact. A cat. And Bow having been raised in the Nyakuza City surrounded by cats was of course adored all things kitten like. She had shouted 'A kitty!' quite loud when Rough Patch woke at the sounds of new comers to his home. Of course being the lovable creature he was, didn't even fight back when the young girl picked him up and held him. He just did was he usually did, lazily lay there and purr as Bow curiously pet his leaves. Snatcher had pulled the little girl aside once he had the chance and demanded to know what the peck was going on around here?! Poppy had also wearily been glancing at the few subconites that had gathered around around and peered curiously at her while she did so, but Snatcher had assured her they wouldn't harm her. Besides, they couldn't even harm a small mushroom even if they tried, let alone a grown woman who once upon a time sold flowers to them at one point.

"Um...B-Boss?" One of his minions had tottered over to him and pointed a hand at Poppy worriedly. "I-Isn't that-"

They were hushed up when Snatcher snapped a deep scowl towards them and hissed. Some of the minions still had their memories after death and it looked like they recognized her as much as he did. "Yes. And if any of you say a word of that to her, you'll be put on 'checking the manor' duty! Not ONE word out of any of you!"

The minion looked suddenly nervous and backed off. "Y-Yes, Sir! No, Boss! Right away!" Before he ran back off towards the small group. Not wanting to risk being put on that duty.

Satisfied he snapped back towards the little girl who looked back up to him without so much as a shread of fear, as if used to his anger by now. "Now what in the pecking world is going through that little head of yours?! She told me you let her fall from the sky like a rock! Are you just an expert at dropping things from the sky, kid?"

She pouted like any child her age would. "I didn't mean to! I didn't know she'd be so heavy for teleporting with me! And she's ok so everything's ok, right?"

......He literally facepalmed himself and dragged his claws down his face before looking back at her. "That ISN'T the point, Kid! You gotta be more CAREFUL with these things. Especially when you KNOW it might hurt someone. I thought you learnt this after you dropped those time peices from the sky TWICE!!"

"HEY!! The mafia broke my outer door! And then Mustache Girl stole them! It's NOT my fault!" She ended her rant by crossing her arms.

"Yeah. Well, you did a fantastic job protecting the time peices. But in any case, WHY did you even bring her here in the first place?!"

Her pout melted a little. "Well...She was acting really weird. Like she was sleeping but her eyes were open and she wasn't saying anything. Grown ups always act so weird. So I thought since you're a grown up too and like to be quiet all the time you can help!"

The innocent smile dawned on her face was what made Snatcher sigh and take a glance over at Poppy who just took another small piece of twig from her hair, scowled and flung it to the outside. Seemed like a good enough reason to a child. And he's seen her to crazier things for wackier reasons than wanting to help someone. But out of ALL the things she could've decided to do she brought him his dead, long lost lov-.....Friend. He groaned reaching a hand up to grip at his head. Out of ALL the crazy things to EVER happen to him THIS was the weirdest. Dying and becoming Ghost King of all of Subcon? Weird but he saw it as just rewards for what Vanessa did. She took everything from him so he took everything from her. Finding out there was a sentiant peice of him trapped in another plane of existance? Ok. But that comes with all the cursed magic that came with him. Having shiny time pieces fall into his forest and having a small alien invade his forest? No big deal. He always suspected life beyond his planet with the moon penguins and being able to visit the sun be a thing. So an alien with weird other worldly powers wasn't too much of a shock when he's already seen so much weirder things over a thousand years. Adopting said alien?.......Well.....He guessed he's always wanted a kid deep down. Vanessa did to and he was happy she was willing to have one with him way, WAY back then. But Vanessa was moving WAY too fast and in the end he did always end up with what he wanted. He was SO thankful Hattie wasn't related to Vanessa in any way. Hiding inside a crate to go on a well deserved vacation after getting his but kicked by said alien? HEY. TICKETS. ARE. EXPENSIVE. PERIOD. There was NO way he was paying 152 pons just for a measly few days on a ship in the middle of no where. Accidentally bringing everyone back to life with a time piece? OK! That one was on him. He could admit that. Those things really were too much trouble and he clearly wasn't thinking straight at the time. Coming face to face with the woman he secretly fell in love with?

........All the guilt and what ifs were still there and he still had nightmares about it every so often. But now she was here and....When he first saw her the hard slap of reality in the face sent a shockwave throughout his being like being trapped in ice again. Then everything came rushing back.....EVERYTHING!! The very first time they officially met when he saw her building her makeshift stand in the square. She was about to fall off her ladder trying to paint the sign above her flowers. And he was passing by at the same time and he couldn't just let an innocent lady fall and hurt herself. So he dropped what he currently had in his hands, ironically a couple wild flowers he picked from the woods for Vanessa, and managed to catch her bridal style before she hit the cobblestone roads.

"H-Hey." His brown eyes looked over her worried for any injury to the woman in his arms. "A-Are you alright, Ma'am? Have you hurt yourself? That was quite a stumble."

She rubbed her head before looking at him. "Nah. I think I'm alriiiiiiii-...IGHT!! T-T-THE PRINCE!?"

Her blue eyes went so wide when she found out she was in the arms of none other than the famous Prince Philip Snider. But that lasted only a moment before the memories were blasting at him faster than he could physically remember. It happened so quick remembering all those things at ounce. He remembered after a while he was curious about the flower stand in town, so whenever he visited Vanessa he would just instead stop by there. At first he wasn't too sure about spending all those pons on the flowers when he could pick wild flowers for free, but when he saw them. He had NEVER seen roses so red. Like the color of the prettiest red paints. Or Tigerlilies with such bright tan petals and deep dark black stripes. Resembling the beast in all it's glory. And lilacs so purple like the twilight at the very beginning of sunrise. Better than any wild flowers he'd ever seen. Vanessa thought so too. And after all at that point in his life he beleived Vanessa deserved nothing but the best and Poppy's flowers were the best he'd ever seen. That's how the two began talking. When he complimented her amazing flowers and she proudly told him all she did to make her hard work so beautiful. And he always admired hard work. Back in his day it was VERY hard for a lady to get a successful career by themselves outside a maid, cook, teacher, or very few they were born in, and as a future leader his life was full of hard work to prepare him to run a country one day. Even when his days from Vanessa's obsession became hard, she was always able to make him smile with her spunky attitude, good advice, or just any of the small things he noticed her doing Vanessa would've never done. Poppy was kind and gave him the patience and space to be himself when vanessa couldn't. Sure they were both stubborn and spoke their minds all the time. But there was a big difference. With Poppy it was when she was often giving the hard truth and her honest opinions on things. Even when she gently tried to tell him the things Vanessa did was unacceptable, it was always her being honest with the intent to help. With Vanessa it was her always giving criticism and demands.

Give her a expensive gift. "...I thought my prince could get me better than this. You're supposed to be pining for my love!" Give her flowers. "These are beautiful. But not as beautiful as me. You shouldn't be trying to compare me to small plants that will lose beauty." Do any lil itty bitty small thing she disapproved of. "Don't slouch over like that reading. Sit formal at all times or you'll ruin you're entire posture when you get older. Are you trying to grow a beard? Shave it. You look better without it. Don't thank the cook again. They are below us and should know their place. In the kitchen to serve ME. I thought you knew better than that!" And then their relationship grew into a casual convo every time he visited, to a good friendship, and then....well at least to him a one sided love. And then the very last conversation they ever had, his one last chance he ever had to tell her how he felt or to do something to save everyone, slapped him hard enough with the guilt to make him scream. All the shock and reality making his self twist into a tight not and suddenly being pulled loose letting it all out. But that wasn't the problem right now. Right now he had to solve a question. What does he do now? This was too early. Way, WAY too early for any talks or to even come up with a proper plan on how to even go about this. Where would he even start?....Well, he guessed he already had done it. When he first came back to his senses after seeing her, he was angry and frustrated. Was fate toying with him again? But then he looked at her and got a good sense it wasn't and just liked throwing the past in his face a lot. Once the notion of this really being Poppy came to him well....He.....MAY have gotten a little carried away with the sudden feeling of possession and needing to stake a claim to her. Especially when he now has her to himself it has a ...fullfilling feeling to it which almost mad him feel guilty in a way. But what was he gonna do? Let her walk away like that? Besides. This new deal benefitted them greatly now. He can ask her for small favors, maybe a talk...or something? he was still figuring that part out, and in return she gets his unlimited protection, immortality, and all the benefits of still owning her own soul. Which he's only ever done once ever before. So this works out greatly for the both of them. Hattie tilted her head at the sudden silent eternal monoluge of the ghost and tried waving a hand in front of his face to get his attention. It worked as he blinked and resumed his scowl at the small child.

"Uh...A-Anyways, why did you think I could help?"

"Because you're a grown up?...." She hummed. "Maybe Cooking Cat can help instead. She's a lady too."

"HA! That cat couldn't even run a full lap around a house and not be gasping for air. 'Sides, Kid. Whatever she needs I can handle it, can't be hard. Mortal dilema is sorta what I'm an expert in by now. And I'm pretty sure I already handled any poor imminant danger by making her sign a contract."

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WHAMP!!

"OW!!" His claws immediately snapped up to cover his face where an umbrella suddenly wacked him in the face and everyone looked up for a moment at the loud yelp from the ghost, except for Rough Patch who still laid there. The ghost hissed and stared back down at the angry little girl with a scowl that could scare himself. "KID!! WHAT THE ACTUALLY PECK-"

"You stole her soul?!," she asked just loud enough for him to hear her.

Immediately his face became one of shock when he jumped and slapped one of those clawed hands over her mouth and snapped his head back to the house. Some minions were still looking at him but Poppy seemed more interested in unsticking a small stick from her tangled hair than she was seeing a ghost argue with his adopted alien daughter. ....He turned back to her feeling Hattie struggle against his hand and he leaned close. "NO! I didn't steal her soul, Kid! I'm not completely heartless! I just.......Gave her the same contract you have that doesn't involve any life threatening plots or perils."......She suddenly looked confused. "Y'know! Protection against danger wise."

......She blinked and tilted her head. A contract just like....hers? Then did that mean- Her blue eyes suddenly went wide as she looked at him in wonder. "Does this mean I get a big sister!?"

He looked confused for a moment....before shaking his head. "No, Kid. Not adoption papers. I meant just...." What was the simplest way to explain this to a child? "I meant she signed a contract that means she'd be working for me, but nothing dangerous. And she's going to be very protected. Ok?"

She stared at him a moment longer, but nodded and seemed to understand. "So...She's not family?"

"I-.....Family?"

Family......A family.....HIS family. His head turned back to Poppy and how she was now bending down and letting Bow nicely help her clear any more stuck leaves and sticks from her long hair. She always had a natural way with kids. Almost a ...motherly way if he did say so. His yellow eyes widened as that thought hit him and bounced around over and over again in that head of his. Slowly his eyes looked back down towards Hattie who still looked confused at his actions. A family. He's always wanted one when he was alive. He and Vanessa had discussed a couple times what they would do once their wedding had come and gone. Children were almost always a topic Vanessa discussed and insisted on. If it was a girl she would be the most perfect princess who would take after her of course and she WOULD be named Victoria and if it was a boy she'd make sure he wouldn't make any mistakes in becoming the perfect King one day. Any slip ups he made were going to be made sure he didn't and he WOULD be called Charleston. Vanessa thinking back on it now, would've made a terrible mother, Poppy on the other hand......She'd would've made a great of a mother as she would've been a Queen. As the few times he had ever been back to that manor or the dreaded nursury, the what if's had crossed his mind a couple times especially back in the early days of being a ghost. What if they had had a child? Would they had been like him or her? But all those what ifs soon died out once he had actually aquired children of his very own at last. And made sure to securely put his claim to his new eternal fatherhood. But-.....What IF the girls had a mother figure in they're life? They could use one right? Surely Poppy could be better than that Cooking Cat and WAY more better than Vanessa could've ever been. And looking back at Hattie specifically, she did have almost the same shade of brown hair he had when he was alive, and blue eyes Like Poppy's. It was almost like she was a mini mix of the two......Yeah...YEAH!! Guess who just found out the new placement. This would work out great too! Poppy loved kids, and these two won over everyone eventually.

"....Actually, Kid." That familiar fanged grin she knew came back to him. "She's a very new friend."

"You know her?"

"I-....Well no! And you're NOT allowed to tell her who I am! I mean who I was as a human! It's our little secret." He couldn't have this blown up in his face right now.

"Why?"

"Because I said so, and because it'll help us solve her problem. You want me to help her get better right?" She nodded her head yes. "Well there you go. Just keep your yapper shut and let me handle it ok?" She nodded again. Of course he....wasn't sure how to handle how to go up to her and say 'Hey! You know that prince who secretly liked you a lot but too afraid to say it? No? Well that's me! Im the ghost who tricked you into signing a contract and possibly made you lose everything by Vanessa but life happens. Right?'....Yeah. no. He'd figure it out later. Much. MUCH later. He nodded back. "Good girl. Now why don't we go meet your new...'mom' figure?" He turned back towards the tree house and started towards it.

"Mom?" Her face turned to one of wonder and curiousity again as she bounded after him again.

"Well....Kinda. She's going to be more of a live in nanny. I had one of those when I was your age." He couldn't remember the name of his parents old Head Maid too well, just her friendly old face and that she took care of him when his parents were too busy.

"What's a nanny?"

"A babysitter," he clarified before turning his gaze back towards the home. A long shadow came over the two girls pulling the last few bits of debry out of her hair, but both looked up towards the giant ghost looming over them all and smiling that familiar fanged grin of him. "Alright. New employee. Are you ready for your first contracrual obligations as my newest servant?"

Poppy Blinked up at him in shock. "N-Now?...So soon?"

He chuckled. "Of course. But what better way than seeing if you made a good investment than by testing out the product early on?" He waved a hand at her skeptical look. "Look. You signed the contract, it's only fair I ask you to do one thing for me in return. It's not even that hard."

....Poppy sighed and looked down. "I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"Nope! But relax. I'm giving you all the easy tasks compared to any and all of my previous mortal helpers!" He rubbed his hands together before smiling and putting his hands on Hattie's shoulders. "I want YOU....to help me take care of these two little troublemakers from now on."

She blinked. "Excuse me."

"They can basically take care of themselves with my help of course. They're practically invincible by now, running off all the time around this planet and my forest. But they could use an older woman's touch around the place. Cooking, stories, playing. Y'know the stuff a mother would do."

"I'm sorry. You want me to play the part of being their MOTHER," she asked almost feeling like laughing at the ridiculousness of the question.

Yes he did. But of course instead he answered with, "No. I want you to basically help ME watch THEM. Like a nanny kinda."

"Ha! You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Does it LOOK like I'm joking around, Lady?" He absolutely wasn't. "Look. I was generous enough NOT to take your soul, take you under my wing, and if it wasn't for my slip up you probably wouldn't even be not frozen." Which was true in a sense. His mistake technically did unfreeze her. "So asking you to just help out can't be too far a stretch don't ya think?"

She scowled again. "HEY!! Being a nanny wasn't in that resume!"

"Well I can argue it IS since it didn't state what specific work I needed your help with. Just that you'd agree to help me out with, Lady. I run a whole haunted area of the land full of thousands of ghosts and undead creatures, deal with an annoying corpse at night time, and have to care for two girls in outer space or where ever they decide to go. Not to mention the trouble they cause, intruders in my woods, and hundreds of employees under my command. Please don't make me regret sparing and hiring you now. I can always change my mind." He was bluffing on the last part. He'd never do anything to hurt her especially now that he had her under his claws but the look on her face wasn't one of terror it was a deeper angrier glare.

"I THOUGHT you said you were going to help ME! Not use me as your free nanny now!"

"I AM! Who wouldn't want to be able to have a normal job after being frozen to death?!," he argued back.

"You MADE me have no other choice to sign that pecking paper!! YOU PURPLE ONION VINE!!"

"HEY!! I HAPPEN TO BE KING OF WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR PAST PRECIOUS SUBCON, 'PRINCESS'!!" He shot back leaning down closer to her.

Poppy dared to stand up and shove her face and scowl back at the ghost's. "OH!! EXCUSE ME 'YER MAJESTY'!" He mock bowed. "IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE I SHOULD DO?! HOW ABOUT TIDY UP THIS LIL HUT YOU GOT GOIN' ON?!"

"HEY!! MY HOME IS THE BEST HOME ANY GHOST COULD EVER WANT!! YOU THINK IT'S EASY FOR A POWERFUL OVERLORD OF THE DEAD TO WATCH TWO LITTLE GIRLS WHO PESTER ME ALL THE TIME?!"

"THEN WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING 'BOUT BEING THEIR FATHER?!"

"I. AM. NOT!!! IT'S JUST HARD TO KEEP TRACK OF THEM ON THE JOB!!"

"AN ALL POWERFUL SPIRIT CAN'T WATCH TWO LITTLE GIRLS?!"

"HEY!! THEY'RE NOT ORDINARY KIDS I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW!! NOW STOP UNDERESTIMATING ME IN MY OWN HOME IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!! YOU.....YOU....ROSE HEAD!!"

"OH REAL CREATIVE!! VINE BODIED!!"

"UNGRATEFUL WOMAN!!"

"JACK O LANTURN FACE!!"

"DOTTED FACE!!"

Hattie gave a deadpanned look as the two continued their petty arguement and Bow blinked in her direction before slowly putting Rough Patch down and getting up to walk over to her. The two little girls watched the two keep going at it like an old married couple for a moment, the minions watching in confusion just as much as Bow. Poppy didn't look afraid of him at all. Even arguing with him with an equal temper. Snatcher honestly....Didn't look enraged like he usually would have been if a total stranger who signed a contract with him had been fighting about duties he wanted them to perform. He just looked....average person annoyed, like two siblings or friends having a small argument over something useless.

"Uh....What's happening?," Bow asked Hattie without looking at her.

"I think no one here is a grown up anymore," Hattie replied flatly still watching the adults argue.

"ALRIGHT!! WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD BE QUALIFIED AS 'HELP' FROM ME TO YOU?!," Snatcher asked finally wanting to end this pointless argument.

Poppy actually stopped for a moment....Looking at him for a long time in silent thought at his words. What.....What DID she want help with really? She was lost. Both literally and thoughtfully as she still blankly stared at him thinking........What DID she want help with? She couldn't...She couldn't get anything back at all, and what was a dead person going to help her with anyways? From what she knew from what they said to her, all she got excited over was the fact there was someone in her situation...Ok. Maybe not exactly her situation persay, but similar at least. She was dead for crying out loud and now she's living basically a wild story some toddler thought up of. The quiet thinking seemed to catch Snatcher's attention as his scowl slowly by surely softened and watched as her's became even more unsure and deep in thought. He HAD helped her....Sure took a 'little' trickery, but it all worked out in the end. But he guessed like him when he first died, she was more than just lost-

"I......I don't know," she finally answered in just above a whisper. Looking back up to him with an almost panicked face. "......I really don't know."

Snatcher stared at her, a pang of worry and something else flashed across his face and through his shadowed body. All too familiar a situation and feelings. So it was kinda surprising to everyone when he lowered himself to not loom over her, but to look her in the eyes. As if she was an equal. A calm look over his face now and the angry aura from earlier disappearing as he spoke.

"Hey. I can understand that. Believe it or not you're not the only one who's gone through that kind of thing....I'm certainly no stranger to feeling like that. In fact it took me forever literally just to realize my place after I got lost," he spoke in a calm and steady voice to her. MAking the minions and girls around him give each other confused looks.

"B-But.....H-HOW did you do that?!," she demanded glaring back at him again, "I w-wanted HELP!! Not a job-''

"Lady-.....Poppy. Do you mind if I call you that? I think I would like it better if I did. Make it easier to talk for the both of us." She definately stared at him with 100% surprise now....to which he sighed and reached a hand up to rub his safe. Sentimentality REALLY wasn't his best side. "Ok. To make it in mushier terms..I DO want to help you ok. Believe it or not I do and I have my reasons. But you gotta know I can't change the past no matter what. Trust me I have TRIED and look where that got me. Stuck fused with a mushy corpse and having to lead a whole bunch of strangers through the forest like a tour guide." he glanced at her confusion again. "Uh..B-But that's not important. The important thing is that I can't change or fix anything that's already happened alright? I can't send you back. I can't give you anything from your old life......And I can't change what happened to you." Her face dropped and eyes widened even more- "But, I can help make the future easier and help you with whatever you need to settle down with alright? But you got to understand that it's NOT just going to be with a snap of my fingers. I know, I've experienced it for hundreds of years. Just know that...You're not going to be alone in any of this alright?" He without thinking offered out a clawed hand to her with a small smile. "Do you trust me?"

She still stared at him, and for a long moment no one said anything. The girls and minions were looking on in surprised wonder at the caring tone and meaning of the words that flowed out of the giant ghost's mouth, but no one made any more to do or say anything in fear of the quiet being shattered. It took a moment for anyone to react, but a bit reluctantly the red haired woman's shaking hand reached over and settled inself into the larger purple claws that came around her. ....Huh. Weird. She would've thought a ghost would've felt cold as stone, but instead he felt warm but not too hot either. Kinda like a crisp fall evening. Either way it wasn't what she was expecting when she allowed her bare skinned hand to hold his, and he felt...Oddly soft as well. Almost how a peach felt. Maybe he had fire inside of him keeping his being warm? Possible. His eyes and the inside of his mouth glowed as he spoke. But she wasn't too sure with ghosts since she never was one.

Poppy hiccuped again and reached a hand up to wipe at her eyes to get herself to stop crying before she started crying again for the third time in a span of hours. She still didn't know what time of day it was. "Y-Yeah...Ok?" Her voice came out soft and meek. And a little shaky too indicating she wasn't trying to cry and Snatcher quickly caught onto that. Seeing two little girls do a similar thing once.

"Hey. You know...I-It's alright to cry. Happens to everyone at some point right?" That got a small huff of a chuckle out of her and his smile (which he still didn't know he had) got wider....When a thought hit him with the speed and force of a meteor. "Hey! I know what can help a little bit. Y-You like flowers right? "

".....H-How do you know that?"

He had a flash of panic fly over his face for a moment before he coughed and shrugged. "You said you had a flower stand before Vanessa sent her goons to take you right? O-Obviously you must've liked growing things then. Or at least flowers."

"O-Oh. Yeah. That makes sense."

he sighed. Close call. But went back to that small smile. "Look. If you don't want to look after a stranger's kids I get that, but all I'm asking is a little help in return. And who knows. Maybe starting with something simple like this will help you settle down and get your thoughts together. Y'know. Something small then work our ways up to where we think would be the best action for you. Alright?"

She still stood there for a moment, before sniffing and nodding her head again. "'Aight. Sounds nice."

"There. See. Don't worry about anything. As long as I'm around there's not going to be any misfortune to you. I can promise that." He stopped when he felt a tug on his tail and turned around. "Hm? Oh. It's you." Hattie stared up at him with a confused look. "Well what's that face for?"

"Are you feeling ok? You're acting kinda funny...."

"WHAT?!" His hand was removed from hers as he stared down at the girl. "I-I'M PERFECTLY FINE!! I WAS JUST HAVING A BUSINESS TALK WITH MY NEWEST EMPOLYEE!! THAT'S ALL!!" He crossed his arms before looking back to all the minions surrounding him. "Well?! Don't just stand there! Back to your posts!"

The minions immediately did as their leader ordered and jumped and scrambled in all directions from his scowl. Poppy blinked again and looked at the still deadpanned child staring up at the ghost. "Is ....Is he always like this?"

She shook her head. "No. Usually he's more cranky. But maybe he hit his head too hard doing that weird crawl with human legs."

In an instant Snatcher snapped to her. "HEY!! YOU AGREED NOT TO MENTION THAT AGAIN!!" She stuck her tongue out at him and he grumbled before nudging her with his tail. "Well....Go take her home or something. I have some...business to take care off." Or more like to plant as he turned his head around to look in the direction of the Subcon Village.

Poppy blinked up at him. "Wait. You're leaving me? Now? So soon after I just got here?!"

"Yes," he stated bluntly. "I got something in mind to help you, but I can't risk you all running around while I'm trying to conduct business. "

She laughed unbelieving. "Unbelievable! What am I supposed to do in the mean time?"

"I don't know. See the ship? Have the girls show you around, I have to work."

Poppy still stared unbeliving before Bow smiled and grabbed her hand. "It's ok. He can be really.....um...Straightforward, but whenever Snatcher has an idea it USUALLY works. He doesn't like it when everyone interrupts him." A small tug to her hand made Poppy stumble a bit as Bow happily pulled her away from the ghostly home. "Come on! I can't wait to show you the Metro room!"

"The what?"

Hattie still stared at the leaving ghost with a raised brow at his strange behavior and hummed...Before shrugging it off for now and turning to bound after the other two girls. Oh, well. Snatcher was probably just having the mood swings as he called them. Grown ups were so weird.

#flowercrown #The Florist #florist #a hat in time florist #a hat in time snatcher #Snatcher #florist x snatcher #snatcher x florist #a bloom in time

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Symphony Saga Resonate chapter 1

I was inspired!

Notes: This fanfic is like, a middle/high school-centric fic so my OCs are all middle/high school aged here (youngest= 12, oldest= 18)

Also everyone is gonna age by 6 years eventually

AO3 link

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Can a dream change the world?

Can a song awaken the soul?

Does our universe truly have limits?

Why am I asking all of these questions?

We all each have a story.

We all matter.

If we all join together, how big of a miracle can we create?

The story of Resonate unfolds...

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Queen Rainbow’s Point of View

In a world where color was scarce... wonder was draining from people’s souls, and warmth was fading from their hearts. The warmth in their smiles were waning... And soon enough, they weren’t able to truly smile any longer.

This world... was called Monochrome.

Being the furthest planet in its solar system from the sun, Monochrome was already quite a lonely place. But everything froze over when Obsidian stepped to the throne.

Monochrome was a painfully boring place, filled with progressively more boring people. It got to the point where the most boring, bitter person of all would automatically be crowned as royalty.

Her name was Obsidian, and she became the Queen of Misery. She did not believe in fun, happiness, or love. Her heart was made of coal. When she breathed out, thick black smoke would fill the air, despite her never being a smoker.

Queen Obsidian’s very existence would always pollute the air with negativity and gloom that would make people lose hope. She was so boring, that her presence would transform sugary donuts into regular old bagels with nothing on them. She was so boring, that her royal fanfare was played on a single off-key kazoo. She was so utterly dull, that she even sent Planet Monochrome into a thousand-year-long ice age after telling one terrible joke.

But worse than all that combined, the Queen of Misery was a selfish, spiteful, and joyless person.

Nobody exactly knew why, but Queen Obsidian hated music... Possibly because of how positive and fun it could potentially be, not to mention the sheer raw emotion and vibes it could could convey.

One day, Queen Obsidian heard a song. It was awful. She hated it so much, that she ordered it to be sent to the Nowhere Of Permanent Erasure Void, or “NOPE Void” for short, where it would be deleted from our reality.

Queen Obsidian wanted to erase all the universe’s music from existence this way, and for people to never make or listen to it again. Ever.

Knowing that Monochrome barely had any worthwhile tunes to get rid of, Obsidian began to target the music on other worlds.

And what better place to start than the magical, colorful planet known as Whimsica?

Whimsica, a charming, fittingly whimsical world filled with magic... It may ideally be peaceful, yet we’ve been attacked by Monochrome for years just for being so idyllic. Apparently, our bright, rainbow colors that can be seen from space are an eyesore for them.

This is also where I come in.

My name is Queen Rainbow... and I’m the Queen of Whimsica. I’m only 16 years old, which is... actually pretty old for a monarch of Whimsica, believe it or not!

Whimsica’s monarchs are usually children nowadays! That’s because we have a childish kind of “whimsy” in our hearts and an arcane sort of innocence to see the world through rainbow-tinted lenses.

A long time in the past, Whimsica had a very strict older queen who forbid the royals, even the ones in the future, from ever befriending commoners.

That queen used a spell, so if a royal was caught being friends with a commoner, they would fall into a long slumber. The length of how long they would sleep corresponded to how strong the royal‘s bond was to the commoner.

Recently, the spell was broken, however! So now I can befriend and hang out with all the common folk I want. To be honest, being that kind of queen wasn’t so great, it was a little lonely, and I always hated feeling so unapproachable... and responsible!

Well, to tell the truth, the eldest of the three princess sisters actually does most of the work. 18-year-old Celestine is the responsible and proper eldest sister. Lunette, age 16, is the middle sister, and a bit mischievous. The youngest sister is 14-year-old Stelle, and she... well... is a bit of a problem child.

Anyway. I had proposed a new course of action against what Monochrome is trying to do. The princess sisters and I, along with Celestine’s best friend Nikamowin, and even the two royal anthromorph cats, Sparkle and Twinkle, have been using our magical powers the best we could to fight against Monochrome’s Queen and royal force, and the monsters they use against us.

But I still feel we need more help. We need the help of magical musicians.

I’ve been beginning to practice making music so I could harness its positive energy and make my songs into magic that can defeat Monochrome’s negativity. Nikamowin is also a skilled singer and can use songs to help us, but I still feel we need to power of more music.

So I assigned a job to Sparkle and Twinkle. Their job now is to look for passionate musicians with pure hearts, who are interested in joining our force to help save music for the entire universe...

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Haku Yowane’s Point of View

Location: Earth

I zipped up my backpack to the faint scent of dust around the house, tied my shoes, wiped my long bangs from my eyes, and got ready to step out the door to go to school. Another gray day.

Even though I didn’t live with her, my world felt so empty now. My heart felt so hollow.

It was the little things.

Rain pattering on the roof... once a cozy and quaint sound... now just a gloomy and sad reminder.

An old notebook... once a source of joy and closeness... now just cold and distant.

A stuffed cat... warm and beloved... now even more well-loved, and irreplaceable.

All these things I saw right before I left my house to go to school reminded me of her.

My grandmother.

She passed away three weeks ago.

Right before I began opening my door, I looked back, and saw Snowbell, the plush cat Grandma gifted me long ago, eyeing me gently from my table.

I decided I couldn’t go to school without Snowbell. I couldn’t leave her alone.

I picked up the well-loved plush and hugged her gently and sadly, and made my way out the door with her.

Snowbell was special to me.

At the age of five, I was quite meek and lonely, with a reddish nose and wobbly knees. I would catch colds often, and constantly be sniffling, which was how I earned the nickname “Sniffles”.

I was a bit odd. I had strange habits such as pretending I were a cat, even lapping milk out of a bowl at snack time. I liked to draw pictures and play make-believe at recess. I didn’t like strangers or crowds.

In school, I was usually scared and overwhelmed. Once during indoor play time, I sat in my own little corner away from everyone and drew on the walls. When my teacher found the drawings I had drawn on the walls, I got scolded. I spent the rest of the day crying and sniffling, not understanding why I was yelled at.

That was when my grandmother decided my imagination was just too big for such a little girl, so she bought me a friend, a stuffed white kitten, to talk to.

My grandma told me that Snowbell was a special friend, and she was always there to listen. So when I was sad, I would hug and talk to Snowbell and felt I wasn’t alone.

Snowbell was there for me through the good days, and the many bad days... She was there when I graduated kindergarten. She was also there shortly after, when I was six years old, when my parents divorced...

Before my parents divorced, my brother Dell and I were very close. He was technically my half-brother. My father, who I was never close with, already divorced a former wife before marrying my mother. Dell was the son of my father and his former wife. His last name was Honne, his father’s last name. My last name is Yowane, my mother’s last name.

Dell and I would always play and sing together. Even though I was clumsy and fail at his games sometimes, he was very patient and would comfort me when I cried. Sometimes my dad would randomly yell at or scold me. When that happened, Dell would always stand up to my dad and protect me. Even when my parents were fighting and yelling so loudly that I got scared, Dell and I would hide together and he would comfort me. He was truly an amazing brother.

However, when my mother and father divorced, my father insisted on taking us with him. My mother refused to let him take us. There was a huge custody battle over us, and eventually, a heartbreaking compromise was made.

Dell was going to go with my father. I was going to stay with my mother.

I just wanted us to stay together. But in the end, we couldn’t.

One morning after sleeping in, I went downstairs to see around half the furniture in the house gone and my father outside in the moving van. My dad was about to leave. He left me without saying goodbye.

But Dell... He waited until I woke up so he could say goodbye before leaving. I cried with such intensity that he turned around. His face right then shocked me. He was seven years old... but had such a grown-up expression on his face... I had never seen such an look on his face before. So much pain... yet so accepting of his fate.

He hugged me one last time without any words, until I stopped crying. Once my tears stopped, he pat my head, and made his way out the door.

I never saw my brother, my best friend, ever again.

Two years passed. I turned eight years old. My mother, now single, talking to her sister, had an idea.

My mother’s sister had a daughter, who would be my cousin. My mom noticed that without Dell, I was very lonely lately. So she proposed to my cousin and I to meet.

My cousin’s name was Miku Hatsune. She was six years old at the time. The same age I was when my parents divorced. The first thing I noticed about Miku was how cheerful she was, and how accepting she was towards me. I quickly became friends with her, and even though she came over only around once a month and I only got to see her those times, we were really close friends.

The day we first met, we played in the backyard. I was still very shy and awkward at the time.

A butterfly landed on a flower nearby, and Miku urged me to try and touch it. I did, and the butterfly flew away.

I instantly burst into tears.

“Why?” I said, through my tears. “Why does everyone leave me? Like Dell? And my dad? Why...?”

“Don’t cry, Haku...” Miku pat my head to try to cheer me up. It reminded me of when Dell pat my head to say goodbye... it kind of calmed me down.

To cheer me up even more, Miku began singing me a song. She taught it to me, and I began to sing it with her.

We began to sing together, and soon enough, we were surrounded by butterflies. We began smiling and laughing. It was a great memory.

“Miku?” I looked at her fondly. “Promise me you won’t ever leave me, okay?”

“Okay!” Miku answered, smiling.

But one day, around three years later...

My mother called her sister as usual... and every single trace of her, her husband, Miku, and even Miku’s little sister Mizu, had vanished without a trace.

When I heard this, I was devastated. I began to wait a little while... but soon it became apparent that Miku and her family were gone... maybe in a freak accident or disappearance... and weren’t ever coming back.

I remember sitting under a tree, and just crying.

After that, I really only had my grandmother. My mom was always kind of distant and neglected me emotionally.

My grandmother, however, was warm and understanding. She was also very fun and always made me smile. She was the most magical person I ever knew, because she always told me amazing stories. Sometimes I wondered how she even thought of them. I always told her perhaps she should become a writer and make them into books.

I was inspired to become a writer myself because of her. I used many of her stories as inspiration, because I thought she needed a lot of recognition. She also always wanted to be a musician, and so did I, but I was always much too shy. My grandmother couldn’t pursue music because of her health condition and age, sadly.

Now that she’s passed, I think I will try to fulfill my grandmother’s dreams in homage to her.

Thinking of these memories may have left me sad... but I’ll at least always have the precious memories of these people in my heart, even though I may never see them again. In memory of them, may I live my every day to my fullest.

#symphony saga #symphony Saga resonate #symphony Saga: resonate #my writing #utau #vocaloid #whimsica #whimsica saga #oc #ocs #fic #life of pastell #writing

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lifesucksheres20bucks · 5 years

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My Love, My Life - The Wedding

Chapter 1 is here my loves!

Hope you guys enjoy !! This one’s for you @thundercatseddie (it’s been a WHILE but it’s here)

Are you nervous?” Bev asked Richie as she was fixing his tie.

“Of course, he’s fucking nervous, he’s getting married Bev!” Stan shouted across the room.

“It’s okay Stan you don't have to yell,” Richie said surprisingly calmly.

Four hundred and five days had passed since Richie proposed to Eddie, on their kitchen floor, while the apartment was catching fire. Today was finally the day they were making it official. Eight years of the relationship and Richie was still so in love with Eddie. He couldn't wait to marry him.

They had decided on an autumn wedding, simple and relatively small, only their friends and family present. The venue was in a beautiful garden, decorated with pumpkins and string lights all over the trees. It was perfect. Richie was dressed in a classic black tux with a black tie, nothing too fancy. On the other hand, Eddie opted for a cream colour tux without a tie. They both decided they would wear whatever they want, they just wanted to feel normal and like themselves. As for the wedding party, each boy had picked a name out of a bowl to select their best man/woman. Richie had picked Stan and Eddie picked Mike. They also randomly picked the rest of the groomsmen/woman and Richie got Bev and Eddie got Bill.

Everyone had expected Richie to be nervous on his big day but to everyone's surprise he was extremely calm.

“How the fuck are you so calm Tozier, you haven’t made one joke since I got here” Bev laughed

“I don't know, I just feel so calm, I've never been surer about anything in my life.” Richie sighed.

Bev and Stan just smiled at Richie, all of them so pleased to see their best friend this happy.

Eddie, on the other hand, was a chaotic mess.

“Bill are you sure all the food is here? I don't want anyone starving at our wedding! What about the decorations, are they all up? What if one of the lightbulbs goes off and it ruins the whole atmosphere for the guest - oh my god what are they going to think? What if Richie doesn’t sho-”

“Eddie, shut up. You’re overthinking everything. This is your day who cares what others think? The venue is perfect! And Eddie, there's no way in hell Richie is missing this, he loves you so much.” Mike said in a soothing voice.

“You’re right Mike, I’m sorry...I’m just nervous. I want this day to be perfect for us,” Eddie sighed.

“Trust us Eddie, this is going to be the best wedding ever!” Bill proclaimed.

-Later-

The ceremony was going amazing so far - Ben was the wedding officiant and was telling the most embarrassing story about the couple. Like how Richie was pining so hard for Eddie, he got drunk one night and wrote him a horrible love song and insisted on singing it in front of everyone. Or how Eddie baked Richie a birthday cake and while they sang “Happy Birthday”, Eddie tripped on his own feet and ended up smashing the cake on the side of Richie’s face (he still ate the entire cake). Those were just some incredible memories the two (and the rest of the losers) shared.

“It’s now time for the lovely couple to exchange their vows,” Ben announced. “Richie you may go first”

“Hmm...okay,” he mumbled nervously as he unfolded a piece of paper. “Eddie - we have known each other since we were five years old...and I think I fell in love with you a couple of months after that. I didn’t know I loved you back then but there was always this feeling I felt when I was around you. Now I know it’s love because the feeling never left it just got stronger over time…” Richie was trying so hard not to cry but he looked up from his paper for a split second and saw Eddie quietly sobbing. He took Eddie’s hand, running his thumb over his knuckles in the horrible attempt to try and calm him down. That just made Eddie smile and cry more.

“I figured out what that feeling was when I was thirteen years old and I was terrified. How could I be in love with my best friend? He could never like me back...we bicker all the time and he calls me gross ten times a day! How could someone as perfect Eddie like the resident trashmouth? Well after pining for close to ten years, Eddie found the courage I couldn’t and told me he loved me. I cannot stress this enough when I say that, that day was the best day of my life.” Richie looked into Eddie’s eyes, as he felt a tear roll down the side of his cheek. “Spaghetti, my love, you make me the happiest man alive and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. To grow old and gray and have to mutually pick up our balls from the flo-”

“Okay, beep beep Richie” Eddie laughed out

“Okay okay Eds - I love you, you can go now,” Richie said smiling through his tears. Eddie prepared to speak.

“Hm...so I didn’t write anything because I wanted to channel my inner Richie and wing it, so here goes nothing. You really annoyed me when we were kids, all that teasing and those stupid nicknames, you knew exactly what button to push to get me pissed and nothing’s changed. I'm only going to say this once and if you ever bring it up again I will strangle you but…I love being your Eds. I think deep down I always loved the nicknames. They were meant just for us - an intimacy we shared that no one else could touch. The feelings I felt for you were so strong, but I could keep them at bay when you were near...But when we moved away to university I felt like my heart was being ripped out piece by piece. I couldn't breathe, so I told you how I felt because of survival not because I was braver than you ‘Chee. I love you so so much, you are my world and I can’t wait to live all the good and the bad with you! I want it all baby, it’s you and me against the world,” Eddie said cupping his almost husband’s face, wiping a tear from his cheek.

Ben was sniffing on the side-line and slowly made his way back to Richie and Eddie, taking time to calm himself down.

“Wow guys...that was beautiful. I love you guys so much,” Ben admitted.

“YEAH! We love you too guys!” Bev screamed in too.

“Okay, I think it's time to move on...I now pronounce you spouses for life. Eddie you may kiss your trashmouth,” Ben exclaimed.

Richie’s hands immediately cupped his husband’s face and he leaned in. The kiss was passionate and messy. Like everything they lived through was leading up to this. Eddie’s hands found Richie’s curls and pulled him closer. It was as if time had stopped and it was just the two of them. When they finally broke apart, the losers started clapping and they both broke into huge grins.

After the ceremony and the lovely reception, the newlyweds finally had some time alone. Richie opened the door to the honeymoon suite they rented for the weekend and ran inside, quickly closing the door behind him.

“Hey dipshit, you forgot your husband outside!” Eddie yelled.

“Eds give me two seconds - I have a surprise for you!” Richie answered back.

After a couple of minutes of weird noises and strange groans, Richie opened the door.

“What's the big surprise, Rich?”

“Okay just close your eyes and only open them when I say so...”

Eddie sighed fondly but did as he was told. He heard Richie entering the bathroom and placing a bunch of stuff on the floor, and then going in one last time to quickly whisper something under his breath, sounding slightly annoyed.

“Okay Eds, open your eyes”

Eddie was expecting a lot of things (most of them sex related) but was not expecting to see - Richie, the love of his life, holding the smallest orange fluff ball in the palm of his hands.

“Oh my god Richie, is that a cat?”

“Eddie I would like you to meet Spaghetti, Spaghetti meet Eddie,” Richie said excitedly as he handed over the small kitten to his husband.

“You better be joking with the name...” Eddie threatened with a glare.

“Nope! His name is Spaghetti and we can't change it because I made sure to engrave all of his things with it. The name is perfect for him! Look at him he looks like marinara sauce!”

“God I really hate you Richie…(he didn’t) but I wove this little kitten, aren't you a good boy, my wittle baby,” Eddie sighed as he hugged the bundle of fur tightly in his arms.

“Richie, baby, he’s perfect - this whole day had been perfect. I can't believe you’re finally my husband. Look at our little family, gosh I’m going to start crying...I love you so much.” Eddie went on his tippy toes and kissed his husband. Richie brought him in closer and hugged both of his Spaghettis.

“I love you Eds, and I can't wait to annoy you until the day we die.”

(guys, meet Spaghetti)

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Rock/Queentober 2020, Oct. 2nd: Omens

The randomly assigned lad for this prompt: Roger

A quick synopsis: Queen, six sweet black kittens, and superstition. Set sometime around 1975.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“They aren’t omens!” Roger protested. “They’re adorable!”

“He’s right,” Freddie said. “I’m as superstitious as any other man, but you two are being ridiculous. They’re kittens, for pity’s sake!”

The six black kittens Roger had found outside, apparently abandoned in a box near the studio, now roamed their rehearsal/recording space.

Which included one trying to climb up John’s leg.

“No, I’m sorry, but you are very bad luck,” John said, trying not to look down at the kitten. “Please go away.”

“Now you’re just being mean,” Roger scolded, and went to pick the kitten up, giving it a soft kiss on the head as it mewed. “I know! How can he be so cruel to someone so cute?”

“With all due respect,” Brian said. “You had to cross under a ladder, which scared the man on it so he nearly fell off, which frightened the movers across the street who dropped the mirror they were carrying which shattered, and you managed to step on a good few sidewalk cracks during all of it too...to rescue six black cats.”

“Yeah?” Roger scoffed. “And I’d do it all over again! Wouldn’t I, Mini-Rog?”

The kitten purred, and Brian gave Roger a look. “Really?”

“He clearly fits my name,” Roger replied. “But we’ve got to know which Roger you need if you call, so...Mini-Rog!”

“Brian, Deaky,” Freddie laughed. “How old are you two? It’s just cats! And they’ll only be here for today; I called my mum, and she has six friends who are more than happy to come by and pick these darlings up, to give them good homes.”

“We ought to warn them, when they come to get the cats,” John said. “It’s only right.”

“Warn them about what?” Freddie asked.

“How we found the cats,” John replied.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Freddie sighed. “If you two are going to insist on being this way, then just start working on something, and Roger and I will protect you. We’ll play with the sweet, tiny, kittens, and keep them far away from you.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Brian muttered.

“Could jinx whatever song we’re working on,” John remarked.

“Important point,” Brian nodded.

Freddie scowled. “That’s enough of this. Roger, help me wrangle them. We’re going to go have a nice time waiting together in the lobby for Mum’s friends, while these two sit in here and work!”

“Don’t mind that, actually,” John said, but his words went ignored as Freddie and Roger grabbed up the kittens and carried them into the lobby.

“I cannot believe them,” Roger frowned. “All this, over kittens!”

“I know,” Freddie sighed. “Maybe they’ll get it out of their system with all of us in here.”

He snuggled one of the kittens gently as it lay on his shoulder, purring in his ear. “You’re just a baby! What could you do to them, hm?”

The kitten mewed, as if in reply.

“Exactly!” Roger said. “They’re being silly. You lot are little angels, aren’t you?”

Three of the kittens meowed all at once at that, and they giggled as they settled in to watch them roam.

“How much do you think they’ll manage to get done anyway?” Roger asked. “All the while pissing themselves over these horribly dangerous babies being only a room away.”

“Maybe not much,” Freddie admitted. “But that’s fine. So long as they calm d-”

There was a screech of tires and brakes outside, and they went to the open window to observe, mindful of the kittens crowding at their feet.

On the street outside sat a stopped car, the engine smoking. A man stood over the opened hood, frowning, while his passenger, a woman who seemed about his age, leaned out the window.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Not a clue!” the man called back. “Should be running fine, the damn thing is brand new! I can’t figure it out...”

Roger and Freddie stepped back from the window and adjourned to their chairs, frowning.

“Huh,” Freddie said. “Well...bad luck for them.”

Roger only nodded, and their eyes fell on the exploring and playing kittens.

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“Thank you again,” Freddie smiled as he led the latest family out of the studio lobby. “I’ll be sure to let Mum know you said hello!”

Five of the six kittens had been picked up now, and thus far, it had been uneventful aside from the earlier problem outside.

“Could fall asleep sitting here,” Roger murmured, the last kitten asleep and curled up in his half-unzipped sweatshirt. “Mini-Rog has the right idea.”

“Bit bright in here for that,” Freddie said, even as he yawned.

Above them, the small ornate glass light fixture flickered twice, went out...and shattered.

“What the fuck?” Roger shouted, turning quickly to keep the kitten away from the flying glass.

“Coincidence,” Freddie said softly, nervously, as he carefully walked over the broken glass to help Roger up and away from it.

“Has to be,” Roger agreed, taking Freddie’s hand and staring up at the shattered fixture and bulb as they moved.

“Has to be,” Freddie echoed.

Neither of them wanted to tackle clean up with the kitten still around to possibly get hurt on the glass, so they stayed at the side of the room near the door, that had the least glass spray out towards it. Mini-Rog was plenty happy to remain tucked up in Roger’s sweatshirt, though now wide awake, with yellow eyes peering out at them.

All three of them jumped when the lobby phone rang.

“Let me, you two stay here,” Freddie said, and carefully darted around shards of glass to reach the phone.

“Yes? This is. About the-oh. No, I understand. Things happen, and it’s good you checked before you came down. It’s a shame for him, but we still appreciate your interest. Thank you for letting us know.”

Freddie hung up the phone, and sighed. “The last family won’t be coming. They decided to test out their youngest around cats, and took him to see the neighbor's cat, since their previous cat died before he was born. Turns out, he’s allergic.”

“That’s a shame,” Roger said. “Is he alright?”

“Covered in hives and not very happy, from the sounds of it,” Freddie replied. “God, my landlord will kill me...but I could try and find room for another cat.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to try very hard,” Roger teased.

“No, not really,” Freddie smiled. “He’ll have plenty of room and love, even if my landlord can never find out about him.”

“I could maybe take him,” Roger said. “Didn’t intend to be adding to the family right now, so to speak, but-”

Brian interrupted him as he charged into the lobby, and sighed happily at the sight of Mini-Rog.

“Okay. We’ll be okay.”

“We are?” Roger said, curiously. “Are you?”

“Chrissie called the other line,” Brian replied. “Squeaky’s been a bit out of sorts, you know?”

They nodded. It had been a topic of the last few weeks, with everyone concerned for Brian’s dear cat, who didn’t seem old enough to be having such troubles.

“The vet doesn’t think she’s ill, just...getting old, and sort of succumbing to it?” Brian said, struggling to run a hand through his curls. “They suggested we get her a younger friend. Said she might move about more, do better, maybe even mother them a bit and get some vitality back that way.”

“So,” he continued with a sigh. “If you two and Mini-Rog can forgive my previous behavior, and if whoever was coming to get him can’t make it...Chrissie and I would be happy to give him a home. Four birds with one stone, that way, you know? Mini-Rog with a warm house and love, Squeaky doing better, and then Chrissie and I don’t have to argue over who the cat choses to fall asleep on whenever we’re both home relaxing.”

“I think we can,” Roger said. “And you’re in good luck; the last family can’t take him. He’s all yours.”

Brian took the kitten from Roger, and in the process, peeked at its underside. “Erm. Rog? She’s all ours, you mean.”

“Oh!” Roger said. “Well, suppose I hadn’t looked at that. The name still fits her well.”

“Yes, it does,” Brian said. “Hopefully you can forgive me, Mini-Rog. Turns out you were very good luck indeed!”

He peered around the room as he delicately gave Mini-Rog a kiss on the head. “What on earth happened in here though? Did you two have them climbing the walls or something?”

Roger and Freddie flashed each other a look.

“No,” Freddie said. “Fixture must have been old. Finally fell to bits, and wouldn’t it have to choose now to do it?”

Brian nodded. “You both alright? No glass stuck in anyone?”

“We’re fine,” Roger said. “We’ll clean up, and meet you back in there. Why don’t you go introduce John to the new family member?”

“If he won’t be afraid of her this time,” Freddie joked.

Brian blushed. “We both owe you two an apology for that. We were being silly. How many hours were these kittens here, and what’s the worst that happens? A broken mirror, a light fixture? That man didn’t even fall off the ladder, and the sidewalk cracks...I was being ridiculous.”

“Apology accepted,” Roger smiled, then breathed a sigh as soon as Brian was out of the room. “We can never let them know about the car.”

“It probably really was a coincidence,” Freddie said. “Just...a good few coincidences all in one day.”

“Totally plausible,” Roger said, his tone uncertain.

“Right,” Freddie nodded, but he peeked outside to watch the people trying and failing to tow the still-smoking car away, as the third tow truck in a row died as soon as it hit the road the studio was on.

Purely a coincidence, and nothing more.

#text post #LeeH writes #queen band fic #Lee's Rock/Queentober 2020

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Adrien Augreste: Abandoned

He didn't understand it at all. What is the point of having pets if you won't take care of their children? When he found the cardboard box with six kittens in it, he simply sweared that if he ever had a pet, he would keep their childs and raise them. He couldn't and didn't want to believe there was people who would abandon six precious kittens in the streets, and certainly not while it was raining.

The kittens meow desesperatedly, crying for help. There were two calico kittens, a snow white one, two stripped kittens and a pitch black one. Without an ounce of doubt, Chat took the box and carried the kittens somewhere sheltered from the rain, ending in the Trocadero. Once he was there, he began to think what could he possibly do with the kittens. He thought of giving them to an animal shelter, but he didn't know where was one in Paris and wasn't exactly sure if he could go there as a hero.

As he stared to the horizon, the image of a young kind-hearted designer drawing came to his mind and he knew what to do. He closed the cardboard box and made some holes with his feline nails so the kittens would be able to breath normally, then he picked up the box and headed to the best bakery in Paris. He carefully landed on Marinette's balcony and tapped on her trapdoor, waiting for her to open it.

She took her time to open ther trap door, but when she did, she made Chat enter to her bedroom and gave him a couple of towels. He gladly accpted the towels and dried his hair and suit before one of them could even talk. Once he was done, he took the cardbox near him and opened in front of Mari so she could see the kittens.

"Princess, look what I've found in themiddle of this rain" said the hero without his usual punny tone. "Whoever abandoned them did it today despite the rain, because they weren't there yesterday".

"Oh no, who could be so heartless? They are newborns and completely adorable" said Marinette with a hint of heartbreak in her voice.

"I know. They were crying for help when I found them in the street. I can understand how could someone abandon them in such state" agreed Chat. "I came to ask you if you could take care of them, even if it was only one of them. I'm not allowed to keep them in my house".

"I'll try to convince my parents, leave me a minute" said the designer with determination on her eyes.

She went downstairs for a bit, also calling to her brother to come, and talked with their parents. Later, the four of them went upstairs and greeted Chat, which startled him a bit.

"Marinette has told us why are you here young man, there's no problem" said Tom smiling, calming a bit Chat.

"Sorry for the intrusion thought" apologised Chat.

"Don't worry about it, we know it was for a good cause. We also know you're friends with our children and that's why you came here. Furthermore, you're a regular client and you that gives us quite the publicity we need." said calmly Sabine. "So we've talked about the kittens and decided that we'll take care of two of them for a while, just make sure to came to the bakery more often, you always look so thin".

"Thanks a lot miss and mister Dupain-Cheng. I'll make sure to come more and give you a publicity boost" said Chat sincerely

"Well then, now we just have to choose which will be the lucky kittens" said Tom.

They let the twins choose a cat each. Marinette picked up the black one, because she liked those olive green eyes. Marin choosed the white one because when he kneeled down to take a better look at the kittens, the white one walked towards him and meowed. Happy with their good action, the family waved Chat as he runned over the rooftops with the kittens' box.

This time, Chat knew who to visit precisely. He still remembered the embarrasement and humiliation he suffered when he recovered from the catnip effects, clearly remembering what he did while he was high and how Ladybug reacted. Yes, he was going to pay a visit to some certain gingers and their four identical younger sisters.

He gently landed on a balcony and knocked at the window, waiting for someone to open it and let him in. With a confussion look on her face, Alya opened the window and let him inside, hurrying to also get him some towels before he got all the floor wet. Once she returned with towels and Alen and Chat dried himself with the towels, Chat brought the box in front of the twins and showed them the kittens, explaining why he was there with some random kitties.

After reminding the twins how closed they had been to cause an akuma to win, as well as stating how embarrassed he felt and how much they had played with him, the twins accepted to take two of the kittens in. Chat pointed that now they could use all those toys on a not superhero cat, to whichthe twins could only agree.

Then, the reporter duo chosed the two stripped kitties and wrap them up in a warm towel. Chat asked them curiously why didn't they talked to their parents first, to which the twonse responded that their father was a zoo keeper and their mother loved animals, so they wouldn't exactly oppose to the idea of having cats at home, more so because they were adorable kittens who were cruelly abandoned.

Before Chat left, he turned and ssked where could he go to give this kittens and after descarding the designers because they already had beenvisited, they told him to go to the Lahiffe house, telling him where to go and where to knock, because their parents were pretty chill and they were normally quite busy.

After a short race under the rain, which was now turining into a storm, the cat-themed hero arrived to the Lahiffe household. As Adrien, he could probably just enter through the main door, talk with his best buddy and give him the kittens, but now he was Chat and they hadn't had much interaction aside from the Bubbler incident or all the times he had rescued Alya and brought her to Nino, which didn't give him enough reasons to randomly appear by his window.

After some minutes of self debate, he knocked on the window and Nino immediately opened, as if he had been waiting for Chat to come. When the hero mentioned it, Nino just told him that he shouldn't have an inner debate on his window, laughing a bit about it. Nina came into the room, holding a couple of towels and offered them to the hero, making a remark that people would end up thinking that their cat hero was a stalker or something worse. Once the cat was dry again, he opened the box and told once more the story of the abandoned kittens.

"Okay dude, I get your point" said Nino. "Just tell me one thing, why did you come to me? Or us, I'm not sure who were you looking for. I mean, we've barely interacted except for when we were akumatized and all those times when you brought us Alya and Alen to ground them during an akuma attack".

"And that's precisely what my inner debate was of. The reason is simple thought. Alen said, and I quote: 'They would be the best option to take care of the kitties, well more Nina than Nino'. The Alya added: 'Also, I'm sure they will love their calico eyes and specially their orange almost ginger fur'. And here we are now" explained Chat.

"I have to agree, I'd make an splendid caretaker of the kittens. Mainly because Nino is generally focused on his DJ hobby or his obsession to become a film director. I'm rather relaxed" said the girl and Chat couldn't help to think about all the times she hadn't been relaxed when he was Adrien.

The siblings took the kittens out of the box, made a quick call and confirmed that they could keep for a while the kittens, lifting a weight from Chat's soul. When he turned to leave, Nina grabbed him by his tail and scolded him about how dangerous it was to run over the parisian rooftops in the middle of a storm and convinced him to stay and play some games until the dtorm cleared s bit. It goes without saying, but Chat's afternoon was completely made better by having fun with Nino and Nina.

#miraculous fanfic #miraculous au #adrien augreste #twins!au #miraculous ladybug

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