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t4t-lumpygrab · 2 years

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4 the ask meme, ebby deeby, skrunkly, poor little meow meow, and scrimblo bimblo :) :) for either Star Trek or adventure time Or a mix of both ur choice :)

Thank yoouu for the ask game!!! :D and wooo star trek! I am being encouraged.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Um. lemongrab 1 and 3, for oppressing the lemon people. Lemongrab 3 can come back home after being in superhell for a bit and reflecting on his mistakes and the nature of feudalist society but Lemongrab 1 is taking up permanent residence.

And I’m sending Dr Mora (scientist who abused Odo) as well as Dr Maddox (guy who tried to get Data’s rights taken away so he could take him apart) and Lore (Sorry Michael I know they’re ur fave but. They did kill and torture a lot of people and the scene where they beat Data up bc they have an lg1 lg2 sibling dynamic really upsets me) as well as Gul Dukat directly to super hell forever. Gul Dukat thankfully does canonically get trapped in a fire inferno so. Feminism won this time.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

The lil lemon people that carry lg3 around in the mountain. I wish they were unionised. Anyway they’re so shaped :) also everyone loves lemonlamb but no love for lemonsnail? Or the lil centipede? We live in a society.

And Nog for star trek :) We LOVE Nog. If you don’t love Nog, you are wrong yes you do.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

LSP!!! The p in lsp stands for poor little meow meow. Top ten girls who will bully you but then spend 20 minutes crying and staring at their reflection dead eyed bc they tried to parallel park 16 times and failed miserably each time. She’s like if the “imagine if a guy said this is for you before shooting a basketball hoop, and then missed” meme was a bi girl. @slap-my-hand drew her as a warrior cats kid biting a stick and to me this is lsp cannon. She’s a princess and she has the most overpowered magic in the entire cast and literally saved the fucking world but no body makes a big deal about it because she posts cringe anime edits on instagram. She canonically has tumblrina taste in men, every post I see that’s like “he’s my scrunkly I want to microwave him I want to feed him ibuprofen out of my palm” - that’s just her thought process watching Lemongrab get a concussion on their first date bc he tried to leave after getting jumpscared by picnic food. She’s like if that gif of a kitten failing to drink milk was a 20 year old beauty college drop out.

Star Trek Poor little meow meow is Odo deep space nine. Yes he is a little bit fucked up and he has some INTERESTING writing decisions about him. But. The episode where he gets a baby changeling and is so excited and happy and promises it he’ll never hurt it the way he was (Odo was experimented on as a child by scientists who didn’t realise he was a sentient lifeform and didn’t care much after they realised he was in fact a person) hurts me. Odo is one of those characters who should be agender or genderfluid or be allowed to play around with gender a lil bit at least!! Odo is a shapeshifter who’s assigned male bc male is the default but has no sex organs or anything, and how this would influence his feelings about his identity gender and sexuality wise is not explored. So Odo has a gender identity crisis episode I would like to see it I want it on my desk by tomorrow morning. Like I am a trans guy… I want to see the pile of sentient goo go through a period of introspection before deciding it does in fact still identify as a man (sometimes maybe). People who draw Odo in dresses you get it.

(Warning. I began to rant here. cw abuse.)

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Also LSP. But also Lemonhope and Lemongrab 2. Lemonhope is NOT evil fuck everyone who says this! First off, he’s 7 years old and has been violently abused his entire life by his own parents, of course he struggles to adjust to life in the candy kingdom and doesn’t want to go back to the place he was regularly beaten and humiliated by his father in. Secondly, it’s never established if pb knows that harp music can kill lemongrab and she never tells Lemonhope how he’s supposed to help his people. So either she a) doesn’t know that harp music will kill lg1 which means she sent a fucking child to fight a violent, abusive man 5 times his size who has already been violent towards him his entire life thinking Lemonhope was completely defenceless, or b) she knows that harp music will kill lemongrab, in which case she made lemonhope kill his own fucking parents! And his unwillingness to go through with it and attempts to run away are COMEPLETELY understandable!! He’s not a bad person omg T_T he’s like 5 leave him the fuck alone. I don’t trust people who think Lemonhope is annoying or a bastard or a bad, irredeemably selfish character and neither should you!

And Lg2 is just. I don’t know where all these terrible takes on their character came from but I suspect it was the incest shippers and diehard lg1 fans trying to either make their ship seem non-abusive by making out that lg2 was ‘raised with love’ and that their dynamic was fine before the cannibalism happened, or that lg1 was actually the one who really suffered bc his mother never loved him boo hoo that created this weird fannon interpretation that does not fit with how the actual character is at all?

Lg2 was literally abandoned to be tortured and killed by pb, and she never intervened in their abuse or even acknowledged what was happening to them, so so much for preferential treatment over their brother. At least pb acknowledged that lemongrab 1 was a person with his own inner life and not just an extension of someone else. And lg2 was created to be lg1’s companion with no free will to determine their life for themselves, forced to keep a violent and abusive man company. Even without physical abuse that is not a healthy dynamic! At all! They’re literally created to be his fucking servant! Lemongrab 2 is starving and emaciated and going along with lg1’s unstable behaviour in the second episode they appear (all your fault) how tf people thought this was all cute and fine is beyond me. Also I don’t like when people make ‘non abusive’ aus where they only remove the cannibalism bc like. The reason lg1 was abusive is bc lg2 technically exists for him, and pb and him both view lg2 as a tool to keep lg1 happy, rather than their own person. This is how candy society is structured, with people being created for a specific function even if that function is incredibly cruel - like p-bot being created to be Bracko’s wife (I spelled his name wrong prolly but eh), it’s a fundamental feature of the inherently abusive systems that exist in the candy kingdom, which rely on strict conformity to social roles. You cannot make a ‘non-abusive’ au because lg2’s entire reason for existing is a form of dehumanisation and abuse. The cannibalism is just the way lg2 is already treated as a subjugated class in candy society taken to its logical, extreme conclusion. And also how people look at their character arc, which is all about them asserting their personhood in the face of the people and system that have never respected them as an individual in order to spare their children from the same life of perpetual abuse, and go “story about an abuse victim learning to assert their personhood even if it kills them? That sucks! [removes their entire character arc and makes them lg1’s companion and nothing else] Fixed it!” and think they improved on the story is beyond me. Like I’m sorry but you made it worse actually. You fucked up a character arc that had potential to be emotionally powerful and send a good message about abusive systems in the world is what you did.

This turned into a rant but like, I hate the lemongrab fandom so much sometimes it’s unreal </3

And um. Star trek scrimblo is Tuvok from Voyager <3 there are only a handful of dedicated Tuvok fans BUT… we get it. Also Beckett Mariner from Lower Decks. Bisexual women <3 you agree. Reblog.

Thank you for the ask!!! :D

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#ask game #men will think abt lg2 and become inconsolable as you can tell

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beanieman · 2 years

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YTTD Fic: Alice Calls Shin A Short King. You Read The Title Right.

(Based of this post.)

Chaos and fear fill the tense air. Everyone glances at each other in suspicion, knowing soon one of them would be dead. Sara seems to be standing tallest, keeping her nerve as she glares across the room at the person they’ve come to know as Sou Hiyori. He glares back towards the girl with hatred. “It’s your turn to die Miss Sara”

Reko goes to say something in defense, but is cut off when she sees her brother opening his mouth. “Sou Hiyori is correct, Sara Chidouin is indubitably suspicious. I believe we should listen to the short king.”

The room stops. Slowly, everyone turns their head towards Alice, taking a few moments to blink in utter bewilderment. “What?” No one can be certain who said the word. Everyone feels it so viscerally it could be anyone. The prisoner looks confused by the sudden attention, looking around to gauge everyone’s expression. “Why are you lot looking at me like that?! Do none of you browse the interwebs in your free time?”

Sara, not breaking her staring, initiates the conversation. “That’s-That’s not the issue here. If you were in prison, how would you know that phrase?” Alice shrugs his bulky shoulders in nonchalance. “Where did I get hair dye? None of you questioned that, but I reference a common saying and everyone looks at me weirdly.” Joe narrows his eyes questionably. “So you won’t say…are you sure Sou even qualifies for that? You need to be under 5’9 to be a short king.”

Keiji snorts at Joe’s question, doing little to hold back his grin. “Mr.Policeman over here is pretty sure Sou qualifies. He only looks around 5’1 after all.” For the first time since this discussion started, Shin pipes up. “I’m not 5’1!! I’m 5’6!” Keiji’s shit eating grin grows wider at Shin’s protests. “Nope. Pretty sure you’re 5’1.” Shin snarls in replay, his face turning a shade of light red both from anger and embarrassment. “Shut the hell up Keiji! As for you, Alice….God you’re so cringe.” In turn to Shin’s statement, Alice takes a turn staring at Shin blankly, much like the others keep doing to him. “You just called us Riff Raff? Who says that?!”

Sara only rolls her eyes in response to their bickering “Guys, calm down, you can both be cringe.” Sara’s words prompt Gin to chime in, his voice echoing through the game, “Meow, they’re like an old married couple, woof. Adults are too argumentative.” Reko shudders at the idea, shaking her head in rejection. “Hey, Gin, I’m begging you, please never refer to them as a married couple again.”

“Do you have an issue with gays?!” Nao asks, holding her finger up in an accusatory manner in Reko’s direction. “What!? No!! I just don’t like the idea of my brother dating that thing!”

Q-Taro and Kai glance in between each other. Questioning the sudden turn in events. “Shouldn’t we be deciding who to vote for?” Kanna shrugs in response, watching everyone still reeling in confusion. “Kanna is still a bit confused on what “Short King” means. Um, can you explain?” Q-Taro and Kai share another look, before Kai responds. “I would assume it means a kingly man that is short.”

Off to the side, Sue simply holds her head in her hands, knowing this was going to go nowhere for the foreseeable future.

#YTTD #Your Turn To Die #Alice Yabusame #Shin Tsukimi #Alishin #sara chidouin #joe tazuna #keiji shinogi #kanna kizuchi #Q-Taro Burgerberg #reko yabusame #nao egokoro #gin ibushi #kai satou

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purplestrawberrywerewolf · 3 years

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Raya cleans Cat litter!

Note: This is a crack fic ig lmao. I based it off my cats since I have two and as much as I love them, I always dread cleaning the cat litter lol. So then I wondered, what would happen if Raya cleaned it? Well, here u go! Enjoy :))

(You can read it here or in ao3)

She shouldn’t have agreed to this. She should’ve just lied and say she was busy taking care of her younger brother Boun instead of being nice. She should’ve just said she was busy at work but she knew Namaari would see right through her and catch her in the lie seeing she had the day off that day and decided to spend it doing her own thing and then planned on picking up Boun later that day to go get some ice cream.

Instead, she was here.

When she got a text from her best friend, asking if she could do her a favor, she should’ve just pretended she didn’t see it or act like her phone was dead. Instead, she answered.

Namaari:

Hey dep la, can you do me a favor?

Raya:

Yeah, what’s up?

Namaari:

Turns out I'm working late tonight 🙁 and the cats need their litter changed. Do you think you can do it?

Raya:

Uhhhh yeah I guess

Namaari:

Ok. You have the key to the apartment. It’s easy to clean. Just use the scooper, it’s next to their litter and if u can, replace the old litter and put new litter. Afterwards, can you feed them?

Raya:

Woah, sounds like a lot but I can do it

Namaari:

Ok, thank you <3

Raya really didn’t think much of it. I mean, it was just poop, she’s dealt with it before. She has a dog, his name was Tuk Tuk, and she’s taken him on walks and has picked up his poop a thousand times. This was easy! What could go wrong?

So much.

Raya entered the apartment building before walking up to the second floor where Namaari’s apartment was. She fished for the key Namaari had given her and unlocked the door.

She went inside and as usual, it was quiet and clean. Namaari lived a pretty big apartment for someone who didn’t make a lot at work, but Raya knew a lot of this was thanks to her mother who had a lot in pocket.

“Meow” Raya looked down and smiled when she saw the two cats. “Hey you two” she greeted as she bent down and picked up one of them. She's known Mai and Buan since they were kittens when Namaari called her one day excitedly telling her she adopted two baby kittens.

She looked around. “Alright, well your mom wanted me to clean your litter so where is it?” She asked as she looked around. She then remembered the text where Namaari said the litter was in the wreck room where the cats’ toys were.

She glanced at the door and walked towards it, the cats following her. She turned the knob and opened the door, and the worst smell known to man hit her nose. Raya gasped, placing a hand over her nose as she kept herself from gagging, the cats looking up at her wondering why she was acting the way she was.

“Ugh, what the heck.” She groaned as she squeezed her nose. She sighed. “Let’s just get this over with” she said as she opened the lid of the cat litter and gagged at the smell.

“Ugh! What does your mom feed you guys?” She asked. From what she knew, Namaari bought her cats Rachel Ray food, saying she wanted to feed her cats good, healthy organic food instead of the ones that were filled with processed stuff that can make them sick.

The cats meowed as they ran off. Raya looked for the scooper and found it. She bent down to grab it as she grabbed the bag that was folded. She opened it and began to scoop the feces. “Ewww” she squealed as she dropped it into the bag.

She gagged again. “Hold on, let me see if Namaari has a mask or something” she said as she got up. She left the room and found the pantry where her best friend kept everything.

She found the box of masks her friend bought after the pandemic hit. If Raya was being honest, she felt like Namaari was being a little overdramatic when she stocked up on food and supplies, freaking out that everything was gonna go out of stock and they would have to survive like in those zombie movies.

Of course, as you know, things were slowly beginning to get better but Namaari still had that paranoid mindset. Raya grabbed the mask and put it on, walking back to the room, almost tripping on one of the cats.

“Ah! Damn cat” she groaned before entering the room. The smell wasn’t that strong anymore but still strong enough to go through the mask. “Ugh” she groaned as she grasped the scooper and began to throw the poop in.

Suddenly, Mai began to attack Raya’s hand that was holding the scooper. “Hey! What are you doing?” She asked as she picked up the cat and swiftly threw her aside.

She began scooping again, and was almost done before Buan came by and jumped into the litter box. Raya groaned. “Really? I’m busy here” she commented. Suddenly, Buan went into his bathroom stance and Raya’s eyes widened.

“Oh no-AGHH!” She yelled as the cat began to poop. “Ew, ew” she practically sobbed as the cat finished its business and jumped out without covering his business.

Raya groaned. “Really? You could cover it!” She yelled after the cat. She covered the poop with the litter, cringing at the smell. Both cats then ran into the room, playing with their toys as the girl scooped out their business.

“Okay, now I have to changed your litter” she said as she scooped out the old litter and threw it in the bag. “Ugh” she groaned as she finished getting the litter in. She then looked at the floor and sighed when she saw that some of it fell. “Really?” She said before getting up.

She tied the bag shut and threw it next to the trash, making a mental note to herself to throw it out. She remembered Namaari’s text telling her the cat litter bag was next to the room and noticed the very, very big and possibly very heavy bag.

“Okay Raya, you can do this” she said before grasping the bag and groaning when she dragged it into the room. “Ugh, how does your mom deal with you guys?” She asked as the cats meowed.

“Okay” she said as she opened the bag and found the mini scooper in it before scooping litter into the box. She scooped as much as she could before agreeing with herself that it was enough.

“Okay, cool” she said as she clipped the bag shut and dragged it all the way out, groaning. “Ugh, how did Namaari carry this thing. Well, she is buff and can probably knock me out with one punch so that’s a stupid question” she said to herself before setting the bag down.

Buan meowed up at her. “Alright, where does your mom keep the broom?” She asked as she walked to the pantry again. She saw the red broom in the corner and grabbed it before heading back to the room.

She swept up the left-over litter. Mai then began to attack the bristles of the broom, trying to chew on it. “Aye! Shoo! Go!” She hit the cat gently with the broom. The cat refused to listen and Raya rolled her eyes.

She picked up the cat and put it in Namaari’s room where Buan was sleeping. “Stay in your mom’s room” she said before closing the door, rolling her eyes when she heard the cats meow.

She finished sweeping and threw out the litter. She grabbed the bag and walked to the back to throw it out, cringing at the smell as she threw it out.

As she walked up the stairs to go through the back door of Namaari’s apartment, her eyes widened when she saw a disgusting moth. “Ew, oh my gosh” she said as she ran to the door, practically screaming when she heard the moth fly.

She slammed the door shut as she panted. Did Namaari know there was a giant moth living in her porch? From what she remembered, Namaari despised bugs. Even the smallest bug can make the once tough Fang girl turn into a scared toddler, jumping onto the counter and calling Raya to kill it.

Raya went back to the room and sprayed it with air freshener. Once she felt that the room was at a better smell, she grasped the two bowls and went to fill them with cat food.

“There's a red cup in the bag. Just give them half a cup each” Namaari’s words echoed in Raya’s head as she scooped the food out. She filled their bowls and set them out before giving them fresh water.

She went back to Namaari’s room and opened the door and the two cats ran out. “Go! You guys are disgusting” she said as she sighed. This was the last time she was doing Namaari a favor.

That binturi owed her.

~*~

“Don’t be dramatic. They’re not that bad” Namaari rolled her eyes as she and Raya sat on her couch in the apartment as Raya told her the adventure of cleaning the cat litter.

“They were! Don’t you clean it?” She asked. Namaari scoffed. “Yes, I do. I clean it 3 times a day but I had to work late today, which is why I told you to clean it, but you’re such a chicken” she said.

Boun laughed as he pet one of the cats. “Ha! She called you a chicken” he laughed as Raya stuck her tongue out at him. “Well, it was disgusting, and that’s the last time I’m doing you a favor” she said as Namaari rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. You’ll come crawling back to me”

“Pff, as if”

“I bet you”

“Oh, you will?”

“Yup.

“Alright, bet”

That bet did not go well.

#Poor raya #cleaning cat litter sucks #and the smell #UGH #its grosss #Namaari #Boun #Boun is the sassy younger brother that gets on ur nerves but u love him #ratld

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alyasgf · 3 years

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Chat Café || Marichat May

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Day 4- Café

Summary- Weredad rewrite where instead of brunch, Marinette takes Chat out to a cat café, where they end up bonding. Maybe Marinette does see him as something more.

Notes- Marichat May Day 4- Café! Let’s ignore the fact that Marinette would never canonically agree to go out in public with Chat Noir for identity reasons and appreciate some Marichat bonding.

Word Count- 1570

AO3

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Marinette wasn’t exactly sure how it happened, one minute she was de-transforming behind the pillar on her roof, and the next she was professing her love to Chat Noir.

And of course, just her luck that her dad would come out and see all of it.

“Oh! Well perfect timing. I have to go and bring him back to his mother!” Chat Noir said, in a rush to leave the increasingly awkward situation.

“Wait! Why don’t you come have Sunday brunch with us tomorrow?” Tom suggested placing a hand in Chat’s shoulder.

“No!” Marinette shouted. Both Tom and Chat Noir looked at her with wide eyes. “I-I mean, I’m sure Chat Noir has better things to do than have brunch with us!”

“Oh I see.” Tom gave a smirk that Marinette took as him not understanding at all. “You’d probably want to get to know each other alone. Marinette, why don’t you take him to that new cat café?”

“Sounds good! Now if you’ll excuse me, I really have to be going. See you then Marinette!”

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Marinette groaned as she threw herself into bed.

“This is a total disaster!”

“You shouldn’t have lied about your feelings, Marinette.” Tikki scolded.

“He was about to figure out I’m Ladybug!” She loved Tikki, but sometimes her suggestions were either unhelpful or way too late.

“Now everyone thinks youre in love with him!”

Marinette covered her face in her pillow and screamed.

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The next morning Marinette was less than ecstatic. She pushed herself out of bed and got ready for her ‘date.’

As she headed downstairs to wait for Chat, Tom handed her a box of heart shaped macaroons.

Marinette knew her father was prone to overexcitement, looking over to her Mom she got a face that simply said go along with it.

Marinette sighed. “I’m gonna go look out for Chat Noir on the roof.”

“Okay sweetie!” Tom practically sang.

As Marinette looked out from her terrace, she sighed in relief seeing now signs of the hero.

“No way he’s coming.” She said to Tikki, looking out over Paris’ rooftops. “He’s in love with Ladybug. No way he’d actually indulge me over one little love confession.” Marinette smirked.

“Well I’d rethink that.” Tikki replied.

Marinette turned to look in shock. Sure enough, she could see Chat’s pole disappearing and reappearing over the horizon.

Tikki giggled as Marinette rambled to herself in panic.

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As Tom pushed her to open the door, Marinette began catastoihpsing in her head.

She opened the door to find Chat awkwardly standing with a single pale pink rose.

Marinette took it with a blush.

“Oh it’s a pink rose! Marinette loves pink! He knows you so well already!” Tom gushed.

Marinette practically yanked Chat Noir back outside the door.

“Okay well we better get going! I’d hate to waste too much of his time. We’ll be back soon!” Marinette hurried out. ‘Hopefully really soon.’ She mumbled to herself.

She closed the door and sighed before remembering this was only the beginning of her troubles.

Her eyes shot open to meet Chat’s.

“Uh Marinette?” Chat called in a nervous voice. “Before we go, there’s something I need to confess.”

‘Oh god,’ Marinette thought. ‘Please don’t let him say he’s in love with me.’

“I can’t be in love with you.” He sighed. Marinette’s jaw dropped. “I’m already in love with Ladybug. I wanted to tell you in person, hopefully that made it hurt less.” Chat looked down at her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re an amazing girl Marinette. I can understand why you’d fall in love with me. I mean I’m Chat Noir.” Marinette rolled her eyes at this. “Still I hope we can be friends?”

Despite her annoyance, he was still her partner and she was so happy she didn’t have to deal with that situation anymore.

She handed the box of macaroons to him.

“It’s okay Chat, of course we can still be friends. Do you still want to go to the café? I hear it’s the cat’s meow.” Marinette inwardly cringed at her joke, but she could see turning her down wasn’t easy for Chat so she was trying to lighten the mood.

Chat instantly brightened and let out a genuine laugh. “I’d love to Marinette.”

She returned his smile.

“What do you say we travel a faster way?” Chat held a hand out to her. She blushed and took it.

He pulled her close and she let out a little gasp. He chuckled.

“Hold on tight Mari, this will either be the best or worst thing you’ve ever experienced.”

‘Nothing new though.’ She said to herself before Chat lifted her bridal style and took off.

Still, she yelp. It felt so different being outside the suit. The air swirled around her as Chat held her. It was terrifying to not be in control, but she trusted Chat with her life.

She tried not to think about how warm he felt against her, nor how nice it felt for him to hold her.

By the time he let her down in front of the café, it felt all too soon.

She stood on wobbly legs. Chat grabbed her arm to steady her.

“Sorry, I know all that jumping must have made you dizzy.” He laughed.

Marinette steadied herself before hitting his shoulder softly.

“Don’t laugh at my expense!” This made him laugh a little harder, making Marinette smile fondly.

“Okay c’mon we look like idiots sitting out here.” She said, dragging him inside.

She could hear him gasp when she opened the door. There were at least 20 cats just roaming around.

“Marinette they’re so cute!” He whisper yelled into her ear. She giggled.

“Have you never had a cat before?” She asked as they took a seat near the window.

“No, my dad would never allow it. Unless you count Plagg, I’ve never really had a pet.” Chat sighed looking longingly at the cats.

Marinette suddenly felt a strong distaste for whoever didn’t give this boy anything he could ever dream of.

A cat walked over to them and Chat practically squealed with delight as one rubbed against his legs.

The childlike wonder in his eyes at such simple things made Marinette’s heart flutter, which she did everything to ignore.

They ordered drinks, Chat ordered a cafe creme, unsurprisingly.

As they drank their drinks they discussed the cats, among other things.

They went around and gave the cats different names and made up little stories about them.

“Okay what about that one?” Marinette asked Chat, pointing to a black cat with orange splotches.

“Hm, that’s General Fluffington.” Marinette held back a laugh. “Shame Marinette, you can’t just go around laughing at Generals!” This time Marinette let out the laugh.

“Okay and what else should I know about the General?” She asked, indulging him.

Said cat was currently getting tangled in yarn a few feet from them.

“Milk. He hates it, hates the stereotype.”

Marinette nodded, putting in a serious expression. “As he plays into said stereotype with yarn.”

Now it was Chat’s turn to lose his composure. As soon as he began laughing, Marinette couldn’t help but break character to join in.

By the time they left, the sun was getting lower in the sky.

“I had a lot of fun today Marinette. Possibly more fun than I’ve had in a long time.” Chat said as they walked back.

Marinette’s stomach was sore after laughing for what seemed like all day, even if it had been only a few hours.

“Me too. I’m glad we did this.” She sighed contently.

“You aren’t hurt from today right? I hope I didn’t make your feelings feel invalid.” Marinette turned to see Chat looking at her with concerned eyes.

She gave him a smile.

“No need to be. Besides who cares when I have such a pretty flower.” She waved the pink rose between them.

“I mean, if we’re comparing gifts I think I won. I’ll probably be eating this for the next month.” Chat replied gesturing at the box of macaroons he held under her arm.

“I’d say to thank my Dad but I’m not sure you want to be around too long after you drop me off.” Chat gave her a confused look, so she elaborated.

“He was a little overzealous about our date so he might not be too happy about you not returning my feelings. He’ll get over it when he sees I’m fine though.” She said with a supportive smile directed at Chat.

He seemed a little more anxious, but still had his glow from the day.

“Well I hope so. You have a really amazing family, Marinette.”

“Yeah, even though he might get ahead of himself, I’m glad he’s there for me.”

They arrived at her door too soon for Marinette’s liking.

“Thanks for today, Chat. I enjoyed spending time with you.” She turned to him in her doorstep. He leaned forward and her heart quickened.

He kissed her on the cheek.

“Me too, Marinette. See you soon.” He replied softly, before jumping off into the night.

Marinette sighed before walking in, where she was immediately bombarded with questions from her father.

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The next day as school Marinette could've sworn she saw Adrien popping small red pastries into his mouth with a lovesick expression. She didn’t know why, but something about it made her feel like she should be connecting something.

@marichatmay

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mettlekettle · 4 years

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Sweet Creature-Harry Styles x fem!reader

Okay, here’s more of me projecting my fantasies onto Harry lmao. This is cottagecore husband!Harry and its literally just fluff, so enjoy it. This one is kind of edited but if there’s mistakes it’s totally my fault, I tend to skip over a lot of things because I have no one to read it over for me.

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Description: Harry takes a break from music, y/n is very grateful, and Finnegan just wants to swim.

After Harry and y/n’s wedding, Harry wanted to spend as much time with his new wife as possible. y/n wanted that too, but she never expected him to go on hiatus as he did; he posted a short message on his social media stating that he was taking at least two years away from the public eye to spend time with his life partner and his family. He surprised y/n with a house in the French countryside soon after their honeymoon in Italy. Harry remembered that y/n had always wanted to live in a cottage, never liking the modernity of any of his mansions or other properties.

This new house was small, just two bedrooms, the extra for when a friend or family member wanted to visit. Their little cottage was placed on acres of land, their nearest neighbours being a few miles away. Harry wanted to make y/n feel like she was living in a fairy tale, so he kept a lot of the land in its natural form, filled with wildflowers, trees and tall grass. Some areas were prepared to grow food; the couple grew many different fruits and vegetables. They even got some animals, including an orange cat named Cinnamon, a sheepdog named Finnegan (they called him Finn for short), a few cows, pigs and sheep. They enjoyed the work the land brought them and even added more things to their land as time went on. A pond filled with lily pads, that y/n asked Harry to have installed when she noticed some frogs in the trees, and a stone pathway that led through their property and into the woods; at the end of the path, in the woods was a circle of stone, that had a bench that the couple liked to relax on in their free time. They fell into a routine that to many people would be boring, but to them it was their lives, that they wouldn’t trade for anything.

It was around ten in the morning when Harry woke up. He looked over at his love, asleep under the white comforter. Her hair was a mess over her face and the strap of her silk nightgown fell down her shoulder. He thought y/n looked so beautiful with the morning light hitting her face, Harry actually thought she looked beautiful all the time but especially when her face was relaxed like this, which happened a lot recently. He was so happy that he could make her dream come true like this, no matter how much she told him he didn’t need to. He ran the back of his hand over her cheekbone, admiring her soft skin. Suddenly Cinnamon jumped up on the bed, his tail high in the air as he moved towards Harry, when the small cat got close to Harry he let out a soft meow. This let Harry know it was time to get up and feed his family.

“Wake up dove,” he murmured, tucking his face into her neck. He knew the hair on his face would wake her up. y/n loved his new moustache, and she loved the way it felt on her skin. y/n shifted and he tried again, rubbing his face on her again.

“C’mon angel, we’ve got to feed the animals,” he spoke softly. Her eyes blinked open, squinting at the light. When y/n took in her surroundings a smile appeared on her face, she looked up at Harry before croaking out in her morning voice,

“Thought this was a dream,” y/n can’t believe she gets to be woken up by the love of her life in her dream home, it was like she lived in a fantasy. Harry chuckled before throwing the covers off them both and getting up. Goosebumps erupted on her skin, and she let out a small whine, at the chill of their home.

“Let’s go Cinnamon! You too Finn, it's breakfast time!” He cheered at the small orange cat and the dog sitting on the floor beside their bed. As Harry left the room y/n sat up and looked around, she pulled on the blue knit cardigan that was sitting on a chair in their room and padded into the kitchen. She cringed at the cold tiles, turning back into their bedroom to put on a pair of fuzzy socks. When she came back Harry was cutting fruit for their breakfast.

“Nectarine?” he asked. y/n nodded softly before going to start the coffee. She pulled down a mug for Harry and a mason jar for herself. She grabbed the oat-milk from the fridge and began to make herself an iced coffee. She made Harry’s after as it was just black coffee. She loved her husband, but he had horrible taste in drinks, taking his coffee without any milk or sugar. y/n placed the drinks at their small kitchen table before ambling her way back over to Harry sleepily and wrapping her arms around his bare waist from behind. She pressed soft kisses to his spine causing him to shiver. Her hands smoothed over the soft skin of his back, curling around his shoulders to massage him gently. Harry let out a satisfied groan. He finished cutting up the fruit for their breakfast and placing it into two bowls. Harry walked towards the table with y/n still attached to him. He sat down pulling her into his lap. They ate quietly, the pair never felt like they needed to fill the silence, completely content listening to the birds chirp, and Cinnamon and Finn eating their breakfast as well. y/n had a fruit salad with strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, half an apple and a nectarine from their garden. Harry had the same thing, taking the other half of the apple, but he also included Greek yogurt and granola in his. She sipped her drink, looking at her husband, admiring his tattooed chest and arms, he didn’t notice, too busy eating his breakfast.

y/n stood up when she finished eating and kissed his forehead.

“Thanks for breakfast, Goose,” y/n praised before heading back into their bedroom to get ready for the day. She picked out a burnt orange dress that buttoned up at the center. y/n quickly brushed her hair and clipped back pieces she didn’t want in her face, she then made her way to the bathroom. She didn’t put on any makeup, but began her elaborate skincare routine. Harry made his way into the bathroom as well, now dressed in a brown striped sweater and a pair of corduroy pants. They brushed their teeth side by side while Harry made faces at her in the mirror to make y/n giggle. They went to the front door and slid on their shoes, ready to tend to the land.

“I’ll do the pigs,” Harry said before sliding out of the house. She watched him make his way to the barn, then she too began her day. y/n was tasked with letting out the cows and sheep, with the help of Finnegan, of course. She followed the hairy dog to the barn they kept the cows and sheep in at night to keep them warm. y/n opened the door before smiling.

“Hi ladies!” she spoke to the cows, “ready for the day?” She asked, and although she didn’t receive an answer that didn’t bother her. The fluffy cows ignored the overly cheery girl and made their way outside. They filed out to the pasture where they began to graze on grass. She then moved onto the sheep, letting them out as well. She checked on all the animals and made sure they were content before walking the stone path back to the house where Harry was waiting for her. He had a bit of mud on his face that she giggled at as she drew near. y/n took her thumb and wiped at his cheek.

“Can never keep the mess in the pig pen, huh?” she teased. Harry flushed and smiled cheekily.

“Can’t blame me pet, they’re practically begging me to get in with them,” he mocked moving in to press a kiss to her lips. “What ‘ave we to do today?” he asked. y/n hummed looking around. She took a notebook out of the pocket of her dress, opening it and letting her eyes scan the list.

“We have to pick all the fallen apples, wanna to make an apple pie before your mum comes to visit.” She continued to prattle off things that need to be done around their home. They both agreed to do a few different things before going their separate ways.

They reconvened at two in the afternoon to have a lunch of croissants, raspberry jam and blueberry lemonade on the deck. They threw treats in the air and laughed as Finnegan caught them in his mouth. Cinnamon curled up on Harry’s lap and purred loudly. Afterwards y/n got up to hang their laundry on the clothesline outside. Harry continued to lounge about causing y/n to roll her eyes, she picked up a white dress and began to clip it.

“Hey rockstar, you could help me out y’know,” she suggested. Harry chuckled lowly, looking her up and down. He took in the way she looked, he loved watching her hips and the way she moved.

“I could, but m’really enjoying the view from here,” he replied, “v’got a really beautiful wife.” she giggled at his flirting before bending down to pick up a clothing pin, strategically facing her backside towards him.

“Don’t tease bunny, you’ll drive me wild,” he spoke again.

“Too bad we don’t have time for that, we have to start dinner soon.” she sighed. y/n brought the laundry basket back inside with Harry following close behind. She nearly tripped stepping into their home but Harry quickly grabbed her hips to steady her, he looked down at her lips as she stared into his eyes. y/n swiftly broke the trance, walking away from Harry before he had the chance to kiss her.

“M’being cock blocked by my own wife,” He groaned dramatically. y/n ignored him, stepping into the kitchen.

“Can you wash the vegetables for dinner?” She inquired. Harry hummed, nodding. y/n and Harry began to work on dinner, they added carrots, onions, potatoes, tomatoes, rutabaga, some different herbs and water to a pot before leaving it to simmer.

In the meantime they decided to have a bath to wash off the dirt from their day outside. As y/n got the bath started, Harry went around lighting candles and an incense stick to set the mood. She made sure the water was hot enough before adding some bath salts. They settled in the bath facing each other. Harry began to wash y/n’s hair, massaging her scalp. She thanked him when he was done and began on his hair. While she cleaned his scalp she pressed a few soft kisses to his nose and cheeks causing him to blush.

“Thanks baby, love you, s’much” he mumbled. She didn’t respond, only finishing on his hair and moving close to kiss his lips. He moved his hands to her waist, deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She carded one hand through his newly washed curls while the other rested on his jaw. Just as y/n moved into Harry’s lap they heard a splash. Finnegan had decided that he wanted to join their bath time and was now beside them covered in bubbles. The silly old dog loved water for some reason, Harry often had to pull him out of the pond. y/n laughed loudly as Harry groaned,

“S’not funny y/n, who d’ya think has to clean up this mess now?” he complained. y/n continued her giggles before stepping out of the tub.

“I think you do. I’m gonna go check on the soup while you and Finn finish your bath,” she chortled, “bye Goose! Bye Finnie!”

When Harry emerged from the bathroom y/n was standing at the kitchen counter stirring their soup. She was now dressed in black shorts, a blue tank top and a white cardigan that the couple often shared.

“Come taste this and tell me what it needs!” She called to him. She held a spoon with her hand below it, blowing softly as he neared. y/n held it up to his mouth, continuing to use her hand to stop any broth from falling on the tile. He hummed, looking into the pot.

“Basil? Maybe? I dunno doll you’re the chef in this relationship,” he advised.

“Wow, thanks for the help,” she mocked, “would you go cut the bread then, soup’s almost ready.” Harry obeyed, cutting them a few pieces of homemade sourdough, placing them in a wooden bowl before putting it on the table. He also made his way to the cellar to find a bottle of wine, he knew y/n would appreciate something sweet, after all his wife was quite the sugar fiend.When Harry arrived back on the main floor he poured them both a glass of wine and went to the bathroom. y/n soon placed two bowls of steaming soup on the table, taking a seat and waiting for Harry to return from washing his hands to dig in.

After dinner they sit in the living room, a Fleetwood Mac record softly playing in the background. y/n was reading a book on herbs and Harry was playing around on the piano, tinkering with song ideas. Despite being on hiatus, his love for music and overactive mind never stops. He still carries a worn brown notebook with him wherever he went and was constantly writing things that popped into his brain. When the album stops. y/n sits up slightly, disrupting Cinnamon’s sleep causing him to meow and jump off the couch.

“Harry?” she calls bashfully.

“Yes darling?” he responds, not looking at her. Her face warms at the prospect of what she’s going to ask him.

“Would you sing a song for me? Sweet Creature?” y/n wondered. He nodded, picking the guitar off the stand next to the piano. As he began the song y/n admired him, she was so lucky to have him, her boy, her sweet creature. She couldn’t imagine a life without him, he was everything to her, and she couldn’t believe that she was everything to him too. y/n often asked Harry to sing for her. She was blessed enough to hear him sing whenever she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take advantage of it. When he finished the song y/n claps and cheers for him.

“Always so good baby,” She cheered clambering up into his lap as he put the guitar down. Pressing firm kisses to his brow. Harry smiled and a light blush dusted his face. No matter how long they’d been together y/n had the same effect on him. She made him feel like a teenager with a crush all over again. y/n kissed his lips, pressing softly, they’d barely had a break to do this today, but she felt that it made the times they did get to kiss even better. Harry began to kiss back but y/n broke the kiss, her lips travelling to his cheek, and then his jaw. She rubbed the tip of her nose along the mole near his mouth before kissing it too. She moved down his neck when Harry began to yawn. y/n broke off, rubbing his jaw with her thumb.

“Tired, hmm?” she questioned. Harry’s eyes widened before protesting,

“No, no, please continue Dove.” she smiled at him.

“We have enough time Harry, we don’t need to rush. Lets go to bed and we can do this tomorrow,” she reassured him. He wasn’t quite used to having enough time in the week to do everything he wanted to do. They were so used to rushing before Harry had to jet off to another concert, photoshoot, or interview.

He sighed contentedly and nodded. y/n stood up walking to the bathroom to do her nightly skin routine. As she washed her face she could hear the water in the kitchen running meaning Harry was going to water their house plants. She paused her routine to help him. They had quite a lot, succulents in the kitchen where most of the natural light was, and other assortments of plants, a few ferns, and the areas that didn’t receive as much sunlight was littered with devils ivy. It took them about fifteen minutes to water all their plants. They wound up back in the bathroom, y/n finishing her skincare routine and Harry following along with his own half assed version. She never understood how her husband took so little care of his skin and still looked perfect. They brushed their teeth side by side again, the two of them too tired to try and make the other crack up. y/n changed into another silk nightgown before crawling into bed. Harry took off his shirt and pants and joined her. He pulled his wife into his chest, kissing her forehead a few times before closing his eyes. Harry was almost asleep when y/n’s voice woke him,

“Are you bored of this?” he hummed in confusion. “I mean, you’re just used to such a fast paced life and I remember once you said you don’t like to stay in the same place for too long because you get antsy. If you want to move back to London, I understand,” she spoke softly. Harry opened his eyes now, he can’t believe the love of his life doesn’t think he wants to be there. He turned her over so she was facing him. Harry could see the insecurity in her eyes; she didn’t think this was enough for him, she didn’t think she was enough for him. He cupped her cheek in his large hand, and admired how she leaned into his warmth.

“I wouldn’t trade this for anything baby. I love being here with you, and I love you more than you’ll ever wrap your head around, you’re my everything,” he spoke lovingly. Tears began to form in her eyes, quickly wiped away by him.

“I love you too,” she whispered quietly, “m’sorry I still get so insecure, you shouldn’t have to reassure me so much.” Harry shook his head.

“S’okay doll, we're working on it, yeah? Just don’t keep it from okay?” he affirmed. Despite this new routine being nothing like his old way of living, he could do it forever, as long as his sweet creature was by his side.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles oneshot #harry styles masterlist #harry styles #harry styles x y/n

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final-servamp-banter · 3 years

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Leader: Licht

Everyone’s favorite angel~!

Licht x4

Licht:”Huh? This... Seems like I went to heaven.”

With Mahiru

Licht:”It seems like you’ve finally become aware that you’re an apprentice angel. If you polish your angel powers a little more, I can give you a lesson about assuming your angel form.”

Mahiru:”M-Me, an apprentice angel...? Th-That’s embarassing...” *

With Kuro

Licht:”Mr Cat......! Oi, turn into a cat! This archangel will personally purify you!”

Kuro:”Meow, meow~...... Babysitting the little angel is a pain~......”

With Jeje, Hugh, Tsubaki or Belkia

Licht:”I will purify this demon. Listen to my piano.”

With Lawless (or Krantz and Lawless)

Licht:”Oi, stupid rat, why do I have to team up with you even here? Go away.”

Lawless:”Ouch! He starts kicking instantly! I don’t want to take care of you here either, Lichtan! Why don’t you go away?”

Licht:”Did you come here because you were drawn to my angel power? You’ve been purified a lot, but... You’re still an eyesore.”

Lawless:”...... Wait, what are you saying?! Who’d be drawn in by you?! I really don’t get what this kid’s saying!”

With Higan

Licht:”......! You bastard... It seems what I did before couldn’t purify you. I’ll purify you again, this time perfectly.”

Higan:”Haha, what’s this about purification? It’s hard for an old man like me to talk to you young people. Please treat me gently, Angel.”

With Krantz

Licht:”Krantz, I don’t have any work to do today. Can I go to Karaoke?”

Krantz:”Yes, it’s fine since it’s your day off, but...... You really like Karaoke, don’t you? Don’t overdo it, okay...?”

With Kuro, Mahiru, and Lawless

Licht:”Oi, stupid rat, why do I have to team up with you even here? Go away.”

Lawless:”Ouch! He starts kicking instantly! I don’t want to take care of you here either, Lichtan! Why don’t you go away?”

Mahiru:”Ahhh, stop fighting!”

Kuro:”Meow~...... It’s always like this, isn’t it, they’re always fighting......”

Lawless:”Wh-Who’re you talking about!!!”

With Krantz, Lawless, and Guildenstern

Licht:”Oi, Krantz. Why do I have to share a room with the stupid rat at today’s hotel?”

Lawless:”That’s my line! I want to relax at the hotel, so I don’t want to spend time with Lichtan’s lightheaded angel talk!”

Krantz:”It’s because the two of you couldn’t behave at the restaurant. It’s your punishment for fighting. If you don’t like it, apologize properly.”

Lawless:”U-Ugh.........”

Licht:”Who should......”

Guildenstern:”Is this a kindergarten?”

Swimwear Theme Team

Licht:”It’s summer! We’re wearing swimsuits! A vampire-filled swimming competition, huh...... ... I will cleanse all these demons. There’ll be a purification tournament before the swimming tournament.”

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T/N: The word Mahiru uses, “hazukashii”, means both “embarrassing” and “shy”. So embarrassing more in the way of “Have to introduce yourself to the class” or “tripped in the cafeteria”-way, not in the “That’s cringe bro”-way.

DON’T CALL JEJE A DEMON!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

I agree with Guil though, Licht and Hyde fight like little children and Krantz sounds like their very exhausted mother ashdkjlasdh

#Servamp #licht jekylland todoroki #Servamp Licht #Licht Servamp #Tanaka Box #Translation #Phew almost forgot the Swimwear team ashdaklsdhj

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parts-of-spop · 4 years

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A few moments in which Catra thinks ‘I love you’...

“Hey, Adora…” She murmurs sleepily as warm blue eyes open to greet her in the morning and Adora grins back at her without hesitation despite her drowsiness. Her arms curl around, dipping under her shirt just to rub at her back soothingly.

“Hi, Catra,” She mumbles before tucking closer to hug her, head tucking into her neck, and she kisses her jaw gently.

It’s the day after the end of the war… and it’s everything…

I love you, Catra thinks as Adora nuzzles into her with a contented hum, I love you so much…

- - - - - - - - - - -

She watches her laugh at a joke Bow just made, probably some awful pun that’d make anyone else cringe, but Adora cackles and snorts at it. She’s loud and unabashed and so so beautiful for it. Bow looks delighted, sniggering with her, but Catra only has eyes for Adora’s flush and happy face.

Surprisingly, she doesn’t feel jealous, just… a little envy that she didn’t cause that. She wants to be closer, to hear it clearer, to revel in it more but this is nice and she likes Bow so it’s okay. She just wishes she could be closer to that laughter…

She likes that he can make her girlfriend laugh so purely.

They’re both dorks.

Glimmer comes up beside her and nudges her with an elbow.

“Pair of nerds, right?” She says with a playful grin and Catra grins back brightly.

“Our nerds,” She returns easily and Glimmer flushes.

“Our nerds,” She agrees.

Damn right they are…

Adora… I love you.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Then Catra wakes one morning to an empty bed and she’s half-way to panicking because where’s Adora? Then she hears voices outside. Or more, she hears a voice and noisy meowing and when she stumbles to the balcony she finds Adora, several floors down in the gardens below and just… wrestling with Melog in the gardens.

“No! No licking! That’s unfair! Ha!” She cries, scrambling from under them and running away frantically only to be pounced upon and tackled to the dirt again. “Stop it! That’s gross!” She protests through her laughter and Catra can only smile, tail swishing in lazy delight. “Melog! Stop it!”

She watches for a while, unwilling to rescue her girlfriend because frankly it’s adorable and far too funny to pass up. She just lounges against the balcony and watches Melog prance smoothly after her slow girlfriend, tackling her into the dirt again and showering her with licks and purrs.

It doesn’t even matter that it’ll make Catra’s feelings obvious. It’s just fun.

“Melog!”

I love you, She thinks and Melog licks Adora’s cheek again as she giggles under them, I love you so much.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Adora slides a plate over in front of her still sleepy form.

She’s never liked waking early but there’s a lot left to fix on Etheria and she isn’t going to let her laziness make her miss out on anything. She has a lot of things to help rebuild. A lot of which she broke.

So she drags herself out of bed to have breakfast with the Squad and Micah and tries to focus through her lingering drowsiness.

Then Adora brings her breakfast.

She brings her a plate of all her favourite things; the freshest bread and warmest meats and eggs that are cooked just right for her to dip her toast into.

And Adora will settle into the seat beside her, sat much more primly than herself like the action was nothing at all.

Like she didn’t just pick all the best pieces out for her.

Like she’d do it every day for the rest of her life, smiling so content and peaceful to herself.

Then she catches Catra’s eyes.

“Is it good?” She quips, like she does every time and Catra smirks over a bite of bacon.

“It’s perfect, princess,” She purrs and Adora flushes, beyond pleased with herself and returns to her own meal, sneaking little glances at Catra every now again to make sure she’s enjoying herself.

It’s sweet and heart-warming and Catra finds herself blushing despite herself at the tender care that Adora insists on gifting her.

I love you, she thinks as she steals a glance of her own food, you’re perfect.

- - - - - - - - - - -

They’re in a battle.

Etheria isn’t exactly at peace now the war is over. There are other enemies with grudges. Small groups and gangs and downright morons who keep attacking villages and defenceless townspeople because they’re both cruel and greedy and think with the Horde gone that they’re free game.

None can stand up to She-ra though, especially not backed by the Alliance so the fights are never more than skirmishes. They’re annoyances at worst but Catra always takes them seriously because out of the entire Best Friend Squad – yes that name still sucks but she’s dealing with it- she’s the most sensible.

She knows She-ra will be fine and could heal any of them in seconds but she’s not stupid.

So she keeps her eyes peeled and when some moron with a bow and arrow tracks onto Sparkles for some reason, she doesn’t think twice.

It might be because she likes her. Just a little. Maybe a lot. She gets her.

And she throws herself between them and snarls as the arrow buries into her back and sends her sprawling into the dirt with a snarl of pain.

She hears multiple shouts of ‘Catra’ but one rings louder than the rest in her ears.

Adora.

Moments later, she feels magic crackle around her and blinks blearily at the purple barrier that Sparkles has thrown up around them with an enraged shout, sees her with her teeth bared and she’d be intimidated if she was on the other side.

“Catra?!” Adora cries frantically and she grunts, blinking blearily and trying to reassure her but it’s so hard to breathe.

“A-Adora…” She wheezes through the pain. She’s pretty sure it hit her shoulder, not her lungs but the pain is making her dizzy and it’s hard to focus enough to find her words.

She looks down and finds the arrow tip pocking out her shoulder.

Gross.

“It’s okay,” She rasps, “I can handle it.”

“I know… but I won’t make you,” Adora returns shakily, curling her hand around the shaft of the arrow and oh please don’t yank it out, Adora, that’s gonna suck-

She doesn’t.

She closes her eyes and her entire body glows with ethereal light as she focuses and Catra sighs in relief as the arrow dissipates to nothing, dissolving like salt in water and it stings like hell but it’s gone and the wound stitches itself neatly closed in it’s wake.

She pants raggedly then looks up into She-ra’s teary face and smiles.

I love you, she thinks.

“You’re brilliant,” She mumbles tiredly and Adora laughs, unsteady but undoubtedly relieved, pulling her up into a fierce hug.

“Look at you… taking arrows for our friends… my hero…” She breathes and Catra beams because that’s all she needs… Adora being proud of her.

I love you… Anything for you…

- - - - - - - - - - -

She watches Adora cross her legs in front of Perfuma, mimicking her pose except she’s so stiff that she’s not even close to actually matching it. She rolls her eyes in fond exasperation. Adora’s never known how to relax.

She decides an intervention might be necessary before Perfuma bursts a blood vessel.

She saunters over to the flower princess’s very patient – albeit rather strained- form and promptly plops herself down, not in Adora’s lap though that would be preferred, but instead behind her. She tucks her legs either side of her waist, curls her arms around and rest her chin on her shoulder.

She’s pleased to feel Adora slacken against her.

“Carry on,” She chimes encouragingly before Perfuma can question anything and after a beat, she does, smiling softly with a quick glance between them.

“Now, Adora… you need to take deep breaths when your anxiety builds up to dangerous levels. You need to steadily ease into a routine of relaxation. There is no deadly force to keep you from peace and happiness anymore,” Perfuma says smoothly and after a moment, Adora leans further back into Catra and smiles wider, eyes still shut.

“No… No there isn’t,” She agrees, voice soft in wonder and awe and Catra beams, nuzzling into her.

“I love you…” She whispers against her shoulder and Adora grins, bright and goofy.

“I love you too…”

I love you.

And I always will, Princess.

#catradora #glimbow #mentioned at least #fluff #they're in love okay??#tiniest bit of angst #because catra actually really does love the best friend squad #they FAMILY LADS #so my hands are broken and this might be the last thing I post for a while #I had to make it fluffy for you all #hopefully won't be gone long #<3

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def-initely-soul · 4 years

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Can I get some Jaebum, in a creepy setting with the prompt “I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”? If I can't..well...we both know I can. ☺️❤️ Oh and make it 80s themed.

damn right you can! (i mean come on, really, did you think I was gonna say no?)

pairing: jaebum from got7 x reader (f.)

prompts: “I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”

genre: supernatural au; witch au; 80s au; horrorish

warnings: mention of pregnancy gone wrong

words: 5.7k (what is wrong with me, these are supposed to be drabbles...)

“I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”

Jaebum sighs out loud, already regretting having Jinyoung tag along with him in the first place. He knew his more logic-driven friend wouldn’t have supported this outing and yet he couldn’t leave him out of this. Not when Jackson himself had tagged along as well.

“We’re not lost in the woods okay? I know where we’re going...” Jaebum repeats for what feels like the hundredth time tonight as his flashlight flickers for a second. With a curse, he shakes the thing before the light flickers back on. He can swear he just replaced the batteries in this thing.

“Are you sure? Because all I’m seeing are trees, not some bitchin’ witchin’ house in the woods,” Jinyoung retorts and Jaebum rolls his eyes even if he keeps moving forward.

The reason the three of them are out tonight and not on Mark’s rad Halloween party is that they’re out on a search for their town’s own resident witch. It’s rumoured that once upon a time a witch lived in those woods, granting wishes to children that were brave enough to befriend her. Jaebum supposes it’s more of a cautionary tale about judging someone before you meet them than an actual event.

Still he has to try.

“Oh that sounds gnarly, try saying it quick. Bitchin’ witchin’, bitchin’ witchin’, bitchin’ witchin’...” Jackson interrupts from next to Jaebum, repeating the mantra with a level of concentration Jaebum hasn’t seen him use ever. Not even for math class.

“Yeah, Jackson that’s great but it would be even greater if we weren’t lost in the middle of the woods, searching for a witch that might not be even real! I mean she was here, what? 300 years ago or so?” Jinyoung is relentless in trying to get them to return back home. Jaebum doesn’t answer him and keeps moving forward, his boot crunching the dead leaves on the ground as the sun finally disappears behind the mountains.

Jackson chuckles nervously. “Ugh, take a chill pill dude, Jae said he had a reason to look for her, so we’re here to support him,” he replies calmly and that seems to shut Jinyoung up. The three friends keep walking in silence, Jaebum a few steps ahead as he clutches on the book that has any information regarding the witch.

She first started granting wishes around the 1600s, the then-village having a small period of tranquillity as everyone had their wishes fulfilled and the witch got almost everything she needed for free in return. But then a kid disappeared. A young girl at the age of 18, like Jaebum’s age now, leaving no trace of her behind. No letter, no nothing. They couldn’t find anything and everyone immediately suspected the witch.

They burned her at the stake and she, feeling wronged, threatened the town with her upcoming return to steal all their children until the town went down in ruins.

Of course, that never happened and the only thing that’s left of that bedtime story is this book, reciting the legend and a small poem that’s supposed to help someone find their way to her lair.

Beneath the barren willow tree Eternal maiden of the light shall be The ticking clock appoints to three Three of service and so would be But beware the fickle call of darkness Its binds are full of lies and harshness Black and green won't lie to you Protect that which appeals for you

Most of it doesn’t make any sense but Jaebum at least can tell that he’s supposed to find a barren willow tree.

“Can you at least tell us why we’re going there? What are you gonna ask for if we find her?” Jinyoung tries again, this time much calmer and understanding. And yet Jaebum doesn’t respond.

Jackson sensing Jaebum’s hesitation jumps in to answer the question himself. “Well, I don’t know about you dinguses, but I’m gonna wish for Ana saying yes to one date!” he says, eyes staring ahead dazedly with a lovesick smile and Jaebum drowns a chuckle.

“Isn’t this like, kinda forcing her to go out with you though?” Jinyoung claims and Jackson groans.

“No, I mean I sure hope it’s not! I won’t ask for her to date me, I’m just asking for an opportunity to show her what an amazing boyfriend I’ll be!” Jackson claims and Jinyoung rolls his eyes even though a smile is etched on his features.

“I really doubt you need that man...” he admits and Jaebum agrees. It’s been really fun watching Jackson make a fool out of himself trying to impress her (he even tried moonwalking), but it would be even more fun if he actually didn’t impress her.

The girl is hella mad about him and the only person who can’t tell is Jackson.

Jackson smiles at Jinyoung’s words. “You really think so? I can’t wait to meet her tonight at the party! Wait till she sees my Luke Skywalker costume,” he says, taking out his fake lightsaber to swoosh in the air.

“Hm, but if she’s dressed like last year you won’t match...” Jaebum observes and Jackson lets out a heavy, dreamy sigh.

“Ah, yeah... The Madonna costume...” he says in a lovesick daze and Jinyoung rolls his eyes. Last year Ana went as Madonna for Halloween giving both Jackson and her mother a heart attack. Although it’s safe to say those reactions differed significantly.

Jaebum laughs but at least he’s glad for the distraction. He doesn’t have to answer Jinyoung’s question for now and he’s sure if Jinyoung knew Jaebum was actually searching for his dad like this, he’d be against it.

Jaebum’s dad left them when he was a kid. One day he was there and one day he wasn’t. No one knew where he went and Jaebum’s mother was inconsolable at first. Jaebum was barely 7 and his sister was barely 3. She didn’t remember him but Jaebum knew him long enough to miss him every day. And to wonder why.

“Anywho, what are you gonna wish for, Jinyoung?” Jackson asks as they keep walking deeper into the woods, the last lights of civilization far behind them as the air turns crisp and sharp.

Jinyoung shrugs before turning his head away as if embarrassed. “Nothing. I’m just here cause Jaebum asked us...” he admits and Jaebum finally turns to look at him. It’s not normal for Jinyoung to say such a thing. Normally he’d cringe, shoving anyone that even attempted a hug, not the type to admit to such feelings. Jaebum knows it’s a big deal so he smiles thankfully at his best friend.

Jackson whistles in mockery before playfully jabbing Jinyoung with his elbow. “Oh, is the ice king finally admitting he’s soft for his besties?” he says, well-intended and as Jinyoung shoves him away and tells him to piss off, he can’t help but smile as well.

The three of them have been best friends since diapers. Jaebum figures it’d be a cold day in hell if they ever got separated.

But as Jaebum ponders on that, his eyes catch what he’s been trying to locate on these woods. A barren willow tree.

His feet stop as a sudden stillness fills the air. The trees stand still, air no longer breezing in between the leaves, whatever woodland creatures that might have wandered around these parts long gone as the three friends stand beneath the tree.

It’s enormous, its branches spreading through the forest like veins, empty and dwindled, as the last few leaves fall to join the rest of their brothers on the ground. The silence unfurls, the only sound the sound of their breathing, as their chests heave with something. Something that makes the skin on their necks crawl and goosebumps to cover their hands.

Jaebum swallows the nerves crawling up his throat as he takes a step forward. His eyes, unwilling at first, follow down the trunk of the tree to see what lies beneath it. Just like the poem said.

But all he sees is a massive rock, empty and hollow on the inside as vines and moss cover the cold exterior.

His eyebrows furrow before diving back into the book. It’s supposed to be here.

Jinyoung lets out a shaky breath before shaking the feeling of uneasiness out of his head. “See, there’s nothing here. It’s just a hollow cave with barely enough space to fit a bear. We should go,” he comments carefully. But Jaebum ignores him in favour of the book.

“It’s supposed to be here, why isn’t it here?” Jaebum says frantically, as Jinyoung and Jackson exchange a look. Jackson moves forward, carefully placing a hand on Jaebum’s shoulder. “We can try next year, dude...”

Jaebum huffs in confusion. He can’t spend another year wondering. He can’t.

“Come on, let’s get to the party...” Jinyoung adds on and Jaebum can’t find any more strength to fight back, so he turns his back on the cave.

Until a sound emerges from its depths.

Jaebum turns to look back immediately, eyes traveling inside the cave in search for whatever made that sound. The darkness inside of it doesn’t help him much. Instead, it’s humid, eerie and somewhat enchanting. As if calling him to dive in. As if drawing him into that pure black that seems to have no way out.

Jinyoung heard the sound too. “What in the hell was that?” his eyes are wide in fear as Jackson takes a step back.

“Man, this is totally not tubular...” Jackson exclaims, diving into his fanny pack to get out his own flashlight as well. Both him and Jaebum redirect the light to lighten the inside of the cave but it seems to not work.

Then the sound reappears. But it’s more distinct. It’s high, yet soft and it sounds a lot like...

Meowing.

Wait. Meowing?

And just as Jaebum has that thought, a little black creature emerges from the cave, the culprit behind the sound and it stands before the three boys, staring at them curiously with it’s big, green eyes.

A cat.

Jinyoung sighs in relief and Jackson begins chuckling as soon as he sees the tiny animal staring at the three of them. “Jesus, man, I thought you were a bear or something...’

“Yeah, that’s what we all thought...” Jinyoung agrees quickly as Jaebum kneels down to look at the cat. For an animal living in the woods and having to fend for itself, it doesn’t look very wary of humans. The cat tilts its head as it looks back at Jaebum and he’s not crazy but he can swear the cat seems to look at him as if expecting him to talk.

So he does.

“We’re here for the witch...?” he begins confidently but the statement comes out more as a question as he realizes what he’s doing. He’s talking to a cat. He’s never gonna live this down.

But as he’s ready to get up and urge his friends to leave, the cat nods. It nods as if understanding Jaebum and then it nudges his hand. There’s a name tag around its neck but before Jaebum gets to read it the cat turns to look inside the cave. As if motioning for him to follow it.

Jaebum sucks in a breath. He was right. She was here. And as he stares more into the animal’s eyes he swears they glint with something else, something more aware.

Something more human.

“I’m dreaming. I’m definitely dreaming,” Jinyoung says with wide eyes as Jaebum waves at them to follow him. Jackson simply stares in awe as the inside of the cave illuminates by a warm, orange light. It reveals a much bigger space than before, the formation elongates into a corridor and as the three friends follow the cat inside the cave, they slowly notice the walls transforming. They grow tall, the humidity in the air dissipating as the vines and moss disappear from the walls and the rock turns to woods. The ground bellow them softly gives way for wood and floor and just as suddenly as they were in the cave, they’re now inside a small wooden cottage.

They turn to look behind them but the corridor has disappeared. There are only walls and a door behind them and the friends turn to look at each other in awe.

The house they’re into is small. Wooden floors creak at their steps and the smell of incense and sage fills their nostrils. There’s a table in front of them, big and high like an examining table but it’s full with small trinkets, branches of several plants and every kind of things Jaebum would expect to see on that movie his mother keeps watching, The Witches of Eastwick.

There’s also a fireplace behind the table, small enough to fit a cauldron that’s currently bubbling with something inside. If Jaebum is honest, he doesn’t want to know what’s in it.

The cat meows again, drawing the three boys’ attention to it. It sits on its rear legs next to the only armchair of the house, staring at them in wait. Jaebum can’t figure out what the cat is waiting from them, but for some reason, he can’t shake the feeling that the feline wants to tell him something. But cats can’t talk.

“Oh, I see my darling cat brought in some visitors!” comes a wrinkly but soft voice hiding in the shadows and at once all three of them turn towards the sound of the voice. They see an old woman walk forward. She’s small in size, Jaebum thinks, almost like a child, a shawl is spread around her shoulders like a blanket and her white hair graces her head like a cotton cloud. She seems to be limping, carefully walking forward with a cane in one hand as the other hides beneath her clothes.

Jaebum thinks she doesn’t look at all like a witch. At least not like what he imagined a witch would look like. She looks like someone’s grandma.

She smiles at the three men before a cracking sound comes from her bones. “Oh, would anyone of you boys be a dear and help an old woman to her armchair?” she calls calmly. Sweetly as if talking to her grandson and Jackson is immediately moving.

“Yes, ma’am, of course...” he replies, lending her his hand to support herself and she smiles thankfully at him.

“Oh my, what a young gentleman you are...” she keens as Jackson safely helps her to her armchair and as she sits down, Jaebum observes as the cat slowly walks away to stand in front of the warmth of the fireplace.

The woman, seeing Jaebum wondering stare rushes to explain. “She never was a particularly loving cat that one. I’m just happy she’s safe and warm here...” she comments gently, waving her hand dismissively in the air. At once a cup of liquid appears in the air and the woman reaches her hand a bit forward to catch it. The three boys look at her in astonishment, not quite sure if what they’ve witnessed is real but none seems to know what to say.

The woman (or, Jaebum thinks, the witch) notices their stares just as she takes a sip. “Oh, I’m awfully sorry, do you want some tea as well?” she asks with a welcoming smile and that seems to wake everyone up.

“Uhm, no, madam, thank you,” Jinyoung replies before he gulps, still too awed to say anything else. He’s still trying to process everything.

The woman shrugs before taking another sip. “Sit,” she says, almost commanding and suddenly all three of them found themselves being seated on three wooden chairs. “I assume you three fine young gentlemen are here for the wishes?” she asks ingeniously, looking at the friends from above her tea. The steam of the beverage rises above the cup, towards her hair, giving her an otherworldly aura as if her white hair keeps moving along with the wind.

“How do you know that madam?” Jaebum questions suspiciously but the woman only chuckles at his naivety.

“Oh, please, why else would you be here?” she observes cleverly and Jaebum swallows his words because, well, she’s right.

He doesn’t know what else to say though. This is something he’s been thinking for the past few months, finding the witch and using the wish to find out about his father. But now the words won’t come out. They get stuck in his throat, suddenly this all expedition feels wrong and he can’t shake the feeling of uneasiness prickling at his bones.

“So which one of you will go first?” the woman asks sweetly.

When none of them answers, Jackson decides to speak up. “I guess that’s me,” he chuckles before dragging his chair forward to get closer to the woman. “There’s this girl from my high school and I was wondering...”

But Jaebum misses the rest of the conversation when he feels something against his leg. He looks down curiously to see the cat rubbing softly against his leg. Once again her eyes meet his and he’s certain that those aren’t just normal cat eyes. There’s something off about that cat, something telling him it isn’t just a simple cat.

Then with a graceful jump, she ends up on his lap, paws pressing against his legs as if preparing her bed. Then she curls upon him, her big, green eyes staring back at him, through him and he can’t tell if he’s losing his mind or not but it seems like the cat is trying to tell him something.

The woman’s shrill chuckle shakes Jaebum out of his thoughts as he finds the woman staring at the cat on his lap with an indecipherable look in her eyes.

“Seems she likes you...” she comments mysteriously, eyes boring holes through the cat that shifts uncomfortably on Jaebum’s legs. Jaebum senses an air of animosity towards the animal and when his eyes find the woman’s, he’s sure it’s not just his imagination.

“Seems like it, yeah,” he responds with a steady voice and a level gaze at the witch. She seems to be taken aback at his reply but she’s quick to replace her shocked expression with a calm, saccharine one.

Then she returns her attention back to Jackson’s wish and the cat seems to relax once more. Jaebum’s gaze falls to the animal on his lap once more, and once again she looks back. He can’t shake the feeling that...

That her eyes are human.

The cat nudges her head against his palm as if wanting to be petted and Jaebum would have done exactly that if he didn’t take notice of the name tag on the cat’s neck. His fingers reach for the metallic pendant, eyes wary, for some reason not wanting the witch to realise what he’s doing. But she seems too engrossed in Jackson’s story as he drags it out.

So with a bated breath, Jaebum turns around the pendant.

Y/N, it reads.

Confusion engulfs him. Where has he seen that name before?

After a few seconds, it hits him.

It’s the name of the girl that disappeared all these years ago.

His eyes widen and he gasps.

The sound gathers the witch’s attention on him again. “What’s wrong, dear?” she asks carefully but Jaebum can see the calculating glint in her eyes. The cat meows softly on his lap, in a warning.

“I, uh, nothing, nothing, I just...” he gulps, struggling to find something to appease the witch without raising her suspicions. “Ah, the cat, she accidentally scratched me...” he responds swiftly, hoping that’ll be enough.

The witch looks at him suspiciously but doesn’t say anything else on the matter. “And you?”

Jaebum’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

The witch smiles. “What’s your wish?”

Jaebum freezes. He knows what his wish is. He knows what he came here for and yet his eyes fall back into the cat. Or rather, you. The girl that disappeared all those years ago at the age of 18, at his age and suddenly none of it feels right.

He doesn’t know what to wish for.

“I, uhm...” he begins unsure, but then his eyes rest on the space above the fireplace. Where a brown, leather book stands and immediately he remembers a passage from the book currently hiding in his bag.

There’s a book rumoured to exist. A book that contains numerous spells the witch uses but also the spell to rid the witch of her powers so she can no longer hurt anyone. A book bound in leather and spells, containing such evil and darkness within but also the salvation for anyone under the witch’s influence. The book’s never been found.

Jaebum bets his walkman that’s said book.

He quickly returns his stare at the cat, for if he wants to be successful he must show no sign of interest in the book.

“I want the cat,” he finally replies, raising his proud stare to look at the witch. Jackson and Jinyoung look at Jaebum as if he’s gone mad and yet the witch’s expression hasn’t changed. She stares stoically at Jaebum, face not at all revealing any of her thoughts and yet there’s a storm brewing in her grey eyes that glint almost silver.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” she finally replies. But her voice is different. It’s low, grave and threatening almost like a growl and Jaebum can feel prickles of fear on his skin.

Yet he perseveres.

“Why not?” he raises his chin up defiantly and he can see the old woman fuming. Good, that means it’s working.

“Because!” she yells suddenly, losing her composure for a second. But then she schools her face back into that sweet expression, that one that now seems to Jaebum sickeningly sweet.

“Because she’s my only companion here. It can be very, very lonely being alone in the woods. I’m sure you wouldn’t wish that for anyone, now would you?” she stares intensely at him and Jaebum can understand that it’s a threat.

So he sighs heavily as if he’s disappointed. “I guess you’re right madam. But I really liked this one...” he complains, waiting for the witch’s reaction.

The woman sighs. “I can’t give you the cat, but I can give you anything else you ask for...” she makes a promise, hoping the promise of something grander will draw him away from the cat but what she doesn’t know is that Jaebum wants exactly that.

“Anything...?” he asks innocently and once it seems like he got the bait the witch smiles victoriously.

“Anything! A witch’s promise is a deal! I will give you anything you ask of me, this I swear!” she proclaims and at once a slight breeze flies through the room even if all the windows and doors are sealed. It’s her magic, taking effect once her promise was out in the wind and now she really has to do anything he asks of her.

And that’s exactly what he wants.

He points to the book. “I want that.”

Once her gaze falls to the item, her face pales. The once sweet smile is wiped off her face, instead a scowl appearing in its place. Her hair begins moving once again as if enchanted and she stands up from her armchair, not needing anyone’s help anymore.

The three boys look at her in horror as her figure elongates and her skin darkens, bones and limbs growing longer and slimmer, resembling branches of a tree. Her fingernails grow, darkening as her fingers crack and turn in weird angles and her feet drag across the floor, the sound like nails on a chalkboard. Her shawl falls off to the floor forgotten, and the white in her eyes disappears completely, now being an electric silver as if seeing lightning. Her face pulls down as if someone is dragging the skin down but her movements don’t stop.

The boys hiss, covering their ears as the cat begins yowling at the witch, ears drown back as her back hunches in alarm but the witch pays them no mind. Her long, bony fingers wrap around the book and she slowly turns around towards Jaebum. Then she moves again forwards as if she’s floating on the air and with heavy movements, she passes Jaebum the book.

Jaebum watches the exchange in alarm, a wicked grin covering the witch’s face from ear to ear, abnormally stretched and revealing the insides of her rotten mouth.

“I’m only giving this to you boy because I have to. You can use it for only one spell and if I find out that you tried to steal it from me, or use it to harm me and my way of living, there won’t be any of you left to tell the story...” her voice is low and deadly, like a whisper as it makes the fine hair on Jaebum arms rise. He swallows nervously, accepting the book with a nod of his head.

“Thank you, madam, I promise I’ll return the book as soon as I use my spell, this I promise!” he repeats the incantation the witch have said before, not because it will take effect, after all, there’s no magic in him, but because he hopes it shows a level of respect towards the witch in front of him.

The witch looks at him for a second, still looming over him in all her wickedness and then she’s back to how she was before; a charming old lady needing some company.

The three boys blink in surprise at the sudden transition but before they get to say anything else, the air around them feels like it’s shrinking and them with it. Like someone is sucking away the contents of the room at the other end, from where they came from. The cat jumps off him, staring at him one last time as Jaebum feels something pulling him backwards and the last thing they see before being dropped out of the cave is the witch’s evil smile.

Suddenly the three of them are outside in the woods again, in front of the cave that now seems normal once more. Jaebum shakes off the leaves from him before he opens up the book and begins searching frantically.

“Jaebum what in the world are you doing?!” Jinyoung yells once he’s up again, approaching him with enraged steps as Jaebum reads quickly page after page.

Jackson is quick to agree with Jinyoung. “Yeah, man what the hell was that? Did you really want a cat from the witch? We could get you one from the mall!”

“Can you just stop talking for a second, I need to find the spell...” he mumbles, irritated by his friends’ interference but they don’t seem too keen on listening to him.

“No, we can’t until you explain to us what in the fudge was that!” Jinyoung insists, voice strict and commanding and Jaebum takes a breath.

“The cat was not a cat, she’s a girl that disappeared when the witch was still alive and this book contains the spell that strips the witch of her magic and I have to find it before she realizes what I’m about to do!” Jaebum grits through his teeth as he turns page after page, searching for the correct spell.

Jinyoung’s left staring at him speechless and at least he’s not bothering anymore as he searches for the spell.

Jackson is the first to react. “Wait, Jaebum, are you sure? How could you tell, I mean, come on, that cat couldn’t be a human-”

“Yeah and at the beginning of this trip you didn’t believe we’d find the witch but look at us now,” he replies swiftly as his eyes run down the pages until-.

He found it.

I seek to rid someone of power I seek to find the truth behind I seek to burn the evil cower The undeserving to unbind

And he begins chanting it out loud. From what he knows he must certainly recount it at least three times before it takes effect.

Jinyoung and Jackson stare at him in shock, not quite sure what to do but as Jaebum begins chanting for the third time, the cave starts to shake.

He stops only for a second before he begins chanting again. A wind picks up between the trees, howling and whistling in anger as the branches dive down to search for the one recounting the spell. But Jaebum doesn’t deter, he chants louder and louder, the wind now almost taking the book out of his hands but he knows the spell by heart by now.

He chants and chants and the cave doesn’t stop shaking and then a shrill screams echoes through its depths, sharp and horrifying and blood curdling before a black shadow comes rushing through from inside the cave. The scream gets louder as the shadow approaches and once it’s out it dissipates with a loud bang, finally disappearing through the air and the scream fades away.

The cave stops shaking and the wind stops.

And then as Jaebum stares at his hands the book turns to dust and disappears as well.

His two friends are left staring at him in shock. They don’t know what to do or say and honestly Jaebum doesn’t either.

But then a cough sounds from inside the cave. A female one.

Jaebum turns his head towards the hollow only to see a young girl, you, walking out. You cough into your hand as the smoke around you dissipates, your long hair unruly and messy, dressed in a white blouse, a black-laced vest and a brown peasant skirt.

You are the girl that disappeared hundreds of years ago and yet you’re still alive.

Jaebum is frozen in his spot, staring at you and too afraid to move. For some reason, fearing that if he’d move you’d disappear.

Only when you stumble on a tree root, he jolts back to awareness and rushes to help you.

He grabs you by the arm to stabilize you as you seem to not have found your footing just yet.

“Are you okay?” he asks quickly, not knowing you one bit but wanting to make sure you’re alright.

You turn to look at him and once your eyes meet, he knows it was you. That it wasn’t all just in his head.

You nod your head, tears prickling at your eyes from the smoke. “Yes, I think I am...” comes out your rough voice, probably from not speaking for 300 years. Then you turn to look at Jinyoung and Jackson, admittedly a bit bewildered by their clothing but you’re well aware that it’s been hundreds of years since your time and things were bound to change.

You swallow nervously, your throat closing up. “Thank you...” you say softly, “for saving me...” you add as you turn to look at the man holding you up. Truth is he’s quite handsome, sending a reddening blush to your cheeks but you chastise yourself. You shouldn’t feel that way for a strange man. Maybe he’s betrothed and that would be improper.

Jaebum swallows the nervousness that arises in him when he meets your eyes. “No problem... Y/N, right?” he asks just to make sure.

You nod at him as you softly remove your hand from his, now that you feel like you can walk again. “And you are?”

Jaebum face falls just a bit but he’s quick to hide it. “I’m Jaebum, and this is Jinyoung and Jackson,” he responds instead, pointing at his friends.

You turn around to greet them when the one called Jinyoung steps in front of you with wide eyes. You gasp, taking you by surprise and you take a step back, suddenly too overwhelmed with the man’s proximity.

“Are you really the girl that disappeared?” he asks in wonderment and you realize that he doesn’t seem hostile. Only curious.

“Yes. I realized that around the time the witch started granting people’s wishes, a lot of women from my village started losing their unborn children. Once I realized it was the witch’s fault, she turned me into a cat and I could never leave her sight,” you reply softly, eyes downcast as you barely remember pieces of your previous life.

“Until we came along...” says the other boy named Jackson with a boyish grin in an attempt to cheer you up and, indeed, it draws a smile on your lips as you agree with him.

The other boy, Jaebum, coughs into his hands and you turn to look at him curiously. “So, uhm... Do you have a place to stay?” he says but he quickly slaps himself in the forehead.

Of course she doesn’t you airhead!

Your eyes widen with the realization, that no, you do not. How are you supposed to survive in a place that you don’t know anyone and in a time that’s not your own?

“You can stay with one of us! I’m sure our parents won’t mind!” Jackson rushes to say, a helpful smile on his lips and you look at him bewildered.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t ask that of you, you already did so much...” you reply, feeling overwhelmed by their offer.

“It’s no problem, really! And we can teach you all you need to know about this time so you’ll adjust!” Jinyoung adds on and the truth is it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“Of course we understand if you feel uncomfortable with that...” Jaebum is quick to say, obviously the only one that realized you might be wary of the idea because they’re all men.

The other two guys exclaim in realization as they agree.

“Well, in that case, I think you’d be better off living with Jaebum. He has a little sister and his mother would probably beat up anyone that tried to hurt you...”Jinyoung chuckles at his joke but Jaebum only seems to fluster with the attention.

“It’s true...” he admits nervously, “My mother is kind of a tough cookie...”

But when he sees your face of confusion he rushes to explain. “It means she’s strong. And she always takes care of us,” he admits out loud and seeing your eyes twinkle in wonderment he realizes it was the right thing to say.

You ponder on it for a second before you turn to them again. Ready for your answer.

“It would be lovely if I could stay for a few nights until I get my bearings. If your mother agrees of course...” you conclude with a shy smile and Jaebum feels himself smile as well.

“I’m sure she won’t mind,” he replies, for once certain he made the right choice.

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BLACK CAT

Jack laughed as he strode down the sidewalk with his sister Emma. They'd had a normal day of school and the chilly october breeze whirled leaves all around. Emma giggled as she bounced into a pile of leaves playfully before jogging back next to her brother.

Jack pulled out his wallet and hummed.

"Ready for some pumpkin ice cream to celebrate you getting an A on your math test?"

Emma twirled and bounced.

"Yes yes yes! Its pumpkin season! Woohoo!"

Jack smiled as he kept walking with her until they both heard a piercing screech from a nearby alleyway. Emma hid behind her brother instinctively with a frown.

"What was that...?"

Jack frowned and paused also.

"The heck...? Hey, stay here. I'll check it out."

"Be careful, Jack..."

The brown haired boy cautiously walked over to the alley entrance. The closer he got to the commotion the worse he heard. A sniggering voice babbled while a few others laughed.

"Let's glue its tail to its back!"

Another voice chimed.

"No, let's pour the glue in its ears!"

Jack rushed forwards to see three male teens a few years older than him had trapped a black cat in a broken cage. They were harrassing it terribly and one of the boys had a bottle of super glue in his hand. Jack couldn't bear what was about to happen.

He yelled and rushed forwards, slamming into the kid with the glue and it crashed onto the ground.

"Leave the cat alone, you assholes!"

Flustered, all the teens watched as Jack threw himself between them.

"The hell?! Go away if you know what's good for you, punk!"

"It's just a stupid cat! Mind your own business!"

Jack growled angrily.

"Leave it alone!"

The tallest teen hissed.

"Get him!"

Jack's eyes widened and he turned around to shield the cat with his body as all the bullies began to wail on him. Jack took the blows and winced, cringing with every kick and punch until they got bored. They left and Jack slowly sat up. His body ached and stung all over. But the cat was alright. That was what mattered.

"H-Hey...its ok little fella...they're gone. Here, lemme get you out of there."

Slowly but surely Jack pried some of the cage wiring back enough for the cat to yank out of it. The feline rushed a few feet away but turned around and stared back at him confused. After a minute it ran away and Jack sighed. He stood and walked back out to Emma.

"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting."

Emma hugged him and he yelped.

"What happened?!"

"Oh, just had to save a cat from these jerks. You know, cool hero stuff~ Now let's go get you some ice cream!"

Emma nodded and they walked off to the ice cream shop.

The next morning Jack awoke much sorer and groaned. He tried to sit up until he saw something at the end of his bed. He rubbed his eyes and blinked. It was the same black cat he saved yesterday. He startled and jerked back, hitting his head on his bedboard. He squeaked and held it.

"Ow! Fuck-!"

The cat merely watched him curiously and calmly, swishing its tail. Jack saw it had such bright gold eyes that stared deeply and intently, but they meant no harm.

"What are you doing here? How did you even get inside my house?"

The cat stayed silent and still. Jack blinked and groaned.

"Alright you gotta go. Come on."

He slowly got out of bed and reached for the cat, but it jumped away from him onto the floor with a chirp. Emma came through the door and gasped when she saw the cat.

"Jack lets go, we're gonna be late for the movie--! Is that the cat?! It's so cuuute!!!"

Surprisingly the cat seemed content with Emma picking it up and hugging it.

"Yeah, but its gotta go. And so do we. Come on then."

He gets dressed and goes with her downstairs to the front door. They walk out and stroll down the sidewalk into town. Suddenly the cat begins to squirm and meow. Emma frowned.

"Huh, whats wrong kitty?"

It jumps down from her arms and meows at them loudly. It rushes forwards and turns around constantly to see if they are following.

"It wants us to follow it!"

Jack shrugged.

"Emma if we go that way, we'll be late for the movie."

She pouted and looked back at him.

"No we wont, come on!"

Jack sighed and followed along. The cat leads them down to the end of the block and stops in front of a black oranate metal doorway with golden painted etchings all over. The cat pushed the door open and ran inside. Emma giggled and followed.

"Wait kitty!"

Jack looked more concerned now, not wanting his sister to rush into someplace dangerous.

"Emma, wait, stop!"

He went in after her and slowed down, seeing all sorts of whacky looking artifacts and trinkets everywhere. The place was only illuminated by candles and everything was mostly the colors of black and gold. Jack was relieved to see Emma staring into an beautiful crystal ball on top of a round table in the middle of the room.

"This place is so cool, Jack!"

Jack walked over to her and kept eyeing around the room.

"Uh, yeah, but it's also a bit creepy. Never too early for Halloween I guess. Where's the cat?"

"I dunno. I lost it. Maybe it lives here! We brought it back home, yay!"

Jack gently nudged her.

"Alright, now lets get back to the movie, huh?"

Emma sighed.

"Aww but I like this place!"

Just that moment a tall man stepped out from behind a drapery of black velvet curtains. Jack gasped and instinctively stepped in front of his sister to protect her if need be. The man was lithe and draped in a gorgeous black silk robe with delicate golden lace all over the neck and arms. He also wore a sparkling golden feathery boa around his neck. His hair was ebony black and his eyes glinted gold in the candle light.

"Good afternoon, children~ How may I be of service?"

Jack felt oddly uneasy about this man and forced a smile.

"O-Oh no, we're sorry to intrude. We were just leaving, really--"

The man tisked his tongue and chuckled.

"It's no bother at all~ Im always happy to have guests. My name is Pitch and I am a fortune teller by trade."

Emma gasped and squealed.

"Really?! Jack, let's get our fortunes told! Pleeeease!"

Jack eyed her.

"But I thought you wanted to see the Perfect Princess Ponypal movie?"

"We can see it next week! Please please please!"

Jack sighed and smiled a little. He couldn't say no to her.

"Ok ok, we can. How much is it?"

Pitch smiled and motioned to the table.

"For you two, I'll make it free. Come, sit."

Pitch sat across the table from Emma and Jack. Jack sat and watched as the man sprinkled some golden powder over the crystal ball. It began to swirl around in various colors.

"Now then. Who's fortune shall we tell?"

Emma piped up.

"Jack's!"

Jack rolled his eyes and laughed a little. Pitch nodded with a smile.

"Very well~ Now let's see. Your aura is a beautiful snowy white, my boy. How interesting indeed."

Jack watched Pitch carress the crystal ball with his finger tips and the coloring inside turned all sparkling white.

"Woah, that's cool. What does it mean?"

"You put on a tough exterior show, but deep down you are as soft as the first snowfall in winter."

Jack flustered a tad.

"Eheh, yeah ok. Sure."

Pitch smiled and eyed the young teen curiously.

"I'd like to read your palms, if you'll allow."

"Uh, sure."

Jack held out his right hand. Pitch gently took it im his own and began to trace some lines softly.

"Very interesting. You're going to live a very long fulfilling life it seems. You have untold strength and destiny awaiting you."

Jack laughed a little, not believing it because fortune tellers were always just cheap parlor tricks and observation.

"Wow. Who knew."

Pitch smiled and looked directly at him.

"Give me that ring on your necklace."

Jack's blood froze. It was a gift from his departed mother. He hesitated.

"I...uhm...ok."

He slowly took it off and handed it over. Pitch accepted it and gazed for a minute quietly.

"Fascinating..."

Jack eyed him oddly.

"What?"

"This ring is a treasured memory of yours. From your mother, yes?"

Jack felt a lump in his throat and uneasyness in his stomach. How could he have possibly known that? Unless he'd been spying on them somehow. Was it something to do with that cat? No, that's crazy...

Jack held his hand out urgently, not comfortable being there anymore.

"Uh, thanks, but I just remembered we have things we need to do at home."

Jack took back the ring and stood, grabbing Emma's arm and tugging. She groaned in upset and confusion.

"Jaaack, no we dont-!"

He interrupted her sharply.

"Yes, we really do. Come on, we need to go now."

Pitch stood and eyed Jack with his own sense of unease.

"Jack, please, I didn't mean any harm."

Jack didn't answer. He knew this felt like a bad idea. Just as Jack got to the door, it suddenly locked itself. Jack's eyes widened in fear as he grabbed and yanked at the handle.

"W-What the hell-?! Unlock this door right--"

Jack whirled around, but Pitch was right behind him. It was a split second before Jack felt Pitch's hand on his head. Instantly Jack slipped into a deep sleep.

When the boy awoke he realized he was still in Pitch's home. He jerked up and looked around frantically. Why did he feel so cold? He jumped up off the bed and paused. Why wasn't he feeling sore from his injuries? In fact, he felt better than ever before, like a new energy was flowing through him.

No, he needed to find his sister. Who knows what awful things that creep could have done to her. He rushed out from the small bedroom area and down the stairs into what appeared to be the kitchen. He saw Pitch cooking some eggs and growled.

"Where is Emma?! What did you do to her, you sick bastard!?"

Pitch blinked and glanced over his shoulder.

"Oh good, you're awake! Now we can get start--"

Jack lunged and slammed into Pitch, shoving him down to the ground. The teen grasped his hands around Pitch's neck and began to choke him with a strength he never knew he had. Pitch tried to pull the boy's hands off, but he wasn't as strong.

"What did you to her?!"

Pitch rasped out.

"Sh..She's f-fine!!! Home, a-at your ho--me!"

Jack began to see frost and ice crystalize its way around Pitch's neck and face as he choked him. He suddenly let him go and backed away in fear.

"W-What the hell-!? What was that?!"

Pitch coughed and gasped for air, clutching his neck. He wheezed and eyed the teen cautiously as he rasped.

"Look...L-Look..."

Jack seemed confused until Pitch pointed frantically at a huge wall length mirror nearby. Jack glanced up and then did a double take with horrified eyes. He slowly walked over in mortified shock. His eyes were blue now and his hair was white as snow, instead of both being his normal brown.

"What did you do to me-!? I--I--! Where's Emma--the stupid fucking cat-?!"

Pitch stood up and slowly approached.

"Jack, I am the cat. Im just repaying you for saving me in the alleyway."

#blackicerotg #blackice #rotg #riseoftheguardians #pitch black #pitchblack #rotg jack frost #jackfrost #rise of the guardians #halloween #black cat #rotg pitch black

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snappedsky · 3 years

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Fanatics 81.4

Round One: Pepito vs Zoli

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

Reawakening Part 4

Squee lies on the couch, his eyes closed as he gently strokes Nugget’s back, enjoying the peace and quiet. But that’s all quickly shattered by one annoying voice.

“You’re kind of selfish, huh.” Squee’s eyes crack open to briefly glare at Squishy Pete, who is sitting on the coffee table, before he closes them again.

“I mean, just look at you,” Pete continues, “enjoying this alone time while your friends are out there, worrying about you. Are you even thinking about them? Do you even care what they’re doing?”

Squee’s face scrunches up with irritation as he tries to ignore the stress toy.

“Johnny’s been gone a long time, huh?”

His eyes fly open and he looks over at Pete.

“What, you’re just noticing now?” he scoffs, “wow, you really are selfish. Something terrible could’ve happened to him and you’re not even worried about it. He could’ve gotten into a car accident. He could be hurt somewhere. Or worse.”

Squee sits up, his eyes darting around nervously as he contemplates those words. Then he grabs his cellphone and calls Devi.

“Hello?” she answers.

“H-Hey, Devi,” Squee replies, trying to keep his voice steady. “Is Nny with you?”

“No, he just dropped us off about twenty minutes ago. Why? Is he not home yet?”

“N-not yet. B-but I’m sure it’s fine,” he insists, “he probably just stopped at the store to get a BrainFreezy or something.”

“Right…” Devi grunts, “well, if he’s not home in an hour, call me, okay?” “Okay.” Squee hangs up and leans forward. He stares at the floor, a million terrible thoughts running through his head. Then Nugget meows at him. He sighs and gently scratches her head.

“Everything’s okay, Nugget,” he says.

“Even lying to a cat,” Pete tuts, “so selfish. And so truly alone.” Meanwhile, across the city, Zim, Dib, Gaz, Tak, and Pepito prepare to fight Zoli. She grins with amusement as she leisurely approaches them, scythe resting on her shoulder.

“Let’s see,” she purrs as she waves her finger before pointing it at Tak. “Tak, the failed Irken. Abandoned by your leaders and people, forced to join up with your previous enemy just to avoid a lifetime of loneliness.”

“What?” Tak gasps.

“Gaz,” Zoli continues, “the seemingly unfeeling gamer. Not a care in the world. But the future is approaching quickly. What are you going to do when the world comes crashing down on you and you can’t just escape into video games anymore?”

Gaz flinches, taken aback.

“Dib: the paranormal investigator. But you can’t even accomplish that, can you? Deep down you know you’re nothing but a failure and a disappointment, even to yourself.” “Tha-that’s not…” Dib stammers.

“Hey!” Zim barks, “who do you think you are, talking like you know us?” “And speaking of failures, here’s the King of Failures himself,” Zoli laughs, “Zim, the defective invader. Hated so much by his own kind he was sent to the farthest corner of the universe. And still so hated that they try to destroy him every chance they get.”

Zim scoffs, “whatever. Zim doesn’t care what they think anymore.”

“Maybe not. But you care what you think. I wonder how you feel about the fact that all you want is to rule this miserable planet, but after years of living here, you’ve never gotten close.”

Zim freezes, unable to reply.

“Enough,” Pepito snaps as he steps forward. “Don’t listen to her, guys. This is what they do. They wear your down with your own dark thoughts and feelings.”

“Ah, the Antichrist,” Zoli smiles, “oops, I mean rock star. Sorry, I forgot you’re a little sensitive about your previous title.”

“Your words have no effect on me, witch,” he snarls as he brandishes his spear. “I know all about your tricks. You can’t break me.”

“Hm,” she purrs and lifts her scythe. “Sounds like a challenge. Come on then. Show me what you got, little monster.”

Pepito charges forward and his spear clashes against Zoli’s scythe. She grins as he glares at her. Then Nightmare tendrils burst from her back and lash at him. But before they can connect, Pepito’s wings tear through his shirt and he takes off into the air.

Zoli watches him as he flies overhead. Then he swings his spear, releasing a wave of black energy. Her tendrils block it and lunge towards him. Pepito slices their tips off, but they quickly regenerate into mouths full of little fangs. They bite into Pepito, his legs, arms, and chest. He grits his fangs in pain and growls with exertion before releasing a swell of black energy from his whole body that blasts the tendrils apart.

“Impressive,” Zoli comments.

Pepito glares at her, his red eye glowing aggressively. He dive bombs towards her and swings his spear, releasing another wave of energy. A fresh crowd of tendrils burst from her back to block it and charge Pepito. He swings his spear, slicing through them like sushi, until he’s face to face with Zoli. He swings his spear; she swings her scythe. When they clash, the shockwave nearly knocks back Zim and the others.

Pepito and Zoli hold each other in a parry, glaring over their blades. Then Zoli grins.

“You have potential,” she says.

Pepito’s eyes widen with surprise as he feels Zoli’s strength growing. He cries out as she knocks him back and he skids across the ground.

“Pepito!” his friends exclaim and rush to his side. He struggles to sit up and glares at Zoli as she approaches.

“But it’s not enough,” she says, “you’re not a monster. You’re just a baby held back by your own fear.” Pepito’s glare weakens and he looks away. Zoli’s grin widens.

---

“Nny. Wake up, Nny.”

Johnny’s eyes blink open to pure whiteness. He rubs his head as he sits up, looking around. He’s in some kind of endless white space.

“Where…am I…” he mutters.

“Hello, Nny.”

“That voice,” he gasps and turns around. “It couldn’t be…” Floating in front of him is a bunny corpse, a nail puncturing his chest.

“Nailbunny,” he breathes.

“It’s good to see you again, Nny,” the bunny says without moving his mouth.

“It’s uh good to see you too,” Johnny replies, “where are we? I remember fighting Zoli and…oh. Am I dead? Like for real this time.”

“Not exactly,” Nailbunny replies, “although you’re not really alive either. What happens next is up to you.”

“What do you mean?” “What I’m about to explain to you might be confusing, so bear with me. Every once in a while, a person with extraordinary abilities is born. Squee is one such person. With his magnificent imagination he is able to change and manipulate reality to a certain degree. This also makes his body slightly stronger than most humans, manifesting as incredible speed and agility.”

“Nny. You are also such a person.”

“Me?” Johnny questions, “but I haven’t been able to use my imagination for years.”

“Yes,” Nailbunny sighs sadly, “unfortunately, because of your prolonged exposure to the Nightmare, your imagination is damaged beyond repair. Nevertheless, your body still retains the benefits. I’m sure you’ve noticed your heightened durability and strength.”

“Well, yeah, I have often wondered about that,” Johnny agrees.

“Your body’s capacity has only arisen when under extreme duress, but you can change that,” Nailbunny explains, “all you need to do is take control.”

“I am in control,” Johnny states as he stands up. “It’s my body. I should be the one to decide when it uses its power, not my anger. I’m the one in control!”

Nailbunny stares at him warmly. “I’m proud of you, Nny.” Johnny freezes, looking at him with surprise. “R-really?”

“Yes,” he nods, “you’ve grown. Now, wake up. For real this time.”

Johnny smiles at his old rabbit before closing his eyes.

---

Two construction workers hop out of their truck and approach the recently collapsed building.

“Ugh, what a pain in the ass,” one grunts.

“Yeah,” the other sighs, “why do so many buildings keep collapsing?”

“Monsters.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffs and they both laugh.

“Anyway,” the first groans, “let’s get to work.”

They start surrounding the rubble with ‘Do Not Cross’ tape. As the second man rounds the corner, he spots something on the ground and cries out in disgust.

“Dude, check this out,” he exclaims. His partner joins him to find a human hand sticking out from under the rubble.

“Eeewww,” the first worker cringes. “I am not looking forward to digging that up.”

They start to walk away when the second worker notices a finger twitch.

“GAh!” he exclaims, jumping back.

“What?” his partner questions.

“It just moved!”

“What? Shut up, man. Don’t try to scare me.”

“I’m serious!” the second worker insists. “The finger moved!”

“It’s just twitching,” the first worker argues, “no big deal.”

The hand suddenly digs into the ground, its fingers tearing into the asphalt. Both workers shriek and fall backwards.

The hand cracks the ground beneath it as the pile of rubble over top of it shifts and lifts up. The workers watch, aghast as it raises higher, staring at the person lifting it up.

He steps out from beneath the wreckage, letting it crash back down behind him, exhaling with relief. His black trench coat is torn up around the hem and sleeves, his black hair is a mess, and his face is smeared with blood and dirt. But the workers are more focused on his eyes; his horrifying, murderous eyes.

“Zoli,” he snarls. He steps forward and the workers soil themselves. And then in an instant, he’s gone.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myart #myocs

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kim-chann · 4 years

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“Cats” [Ichimatsu X Allergic!Reader]

I wrote this is March but then I finally finished this in June lol. Anyways, this was from Wattpad once again, I hope you like it! 💕

God fucking damn it. I hate this so much. Don't you just love it when a friend that you've known for a while agrees to hang out with you, but you feel nervous for no god damn reason?

Like, come on.

You're only friends.

Friends do that right?

Like...

...Like, hang out?

Then why the fuck are you so nervous?

Questions and thoughts cloud your mind as you sit down at the bench of the park. The sun radiates your being, you literally feel your scalp burning. You occasionally pat your head to feel your hair on fire and ruffle it as an attempt to reduce the heat. How long were you going to wait for this man?

Ichimatsu Matsuno. The mysterious man that is secretly a normie to society. He's just too shy to express it. You found it discreetly adorable though. Being a high school friend to the Matsuno brothers made you feel like you were blessed to be the sextuplets' friends. Compared to high school and their adult years-- what the fuck happened?

It made you question what kind of curse--yet blessing came on their personalities. You were just proud that they found themselves instead of being the same person. That'd be weird as shit.

You stood up and looked around. A sigh left your mouth as you pulled out your phone.

16:43 (4:43 P.M.)

'I swear to Akatsuka-sensei, where is Ichimatsu?' You thought, glaring at your phone. "Ah. (Y/N)..." A voice calls out. You tilt your head towards the direction of the voice. There stood Ichimatsu with one of his hands tugged into his purple jersey and one carrying a grocery bag. You loved that jersey, it really fit Ichimatsu.

He pulls his face mask under his chin, "Gomen. I was at a convenience store to buy food for the cats."

You smiled, "No, no. It's fine!" You reassured, shaking your head to reassure him. You knew Ichimatsu too well that he gets upset very quickly if it's at his fault. Especially if he offends or hurts someone that wasn't intentional. He was the definition of baby.

Ichimatsu just hummed in response as you both stare at each other. An awkward aura surrounds both of you.

Fuck.

"So do you want to--" "So you want to--"

"Ah." You both stare at each other, a crimson shade dusted both of your cheeks. Both of you muttered a shy sorry.

"You go first." You insist.

"Eh? No, whatever your gonna say is better than trash like me. Please proceed."

You playfully glared at him, "God. I hate it when you say that. Stop it. Go first."

Ichimatsu just slouches even more, gripping a bit tighter on the grocery bag he was holding.

"I was just wondering if you want to go feed the cats in the alleyway before we go somewhere..." He brushes his index finger against his cheek with a faint blush on his face.

"Oh, sure! I'd love too!" You say enthusiastically. Ichimatsu just nods before he begins to walk down the street. You follow right behind him, hands feeling a bit uncomfortable at your sides. You feel your cheeks hot and red from your anxiety and embarrassment you emended with Ichimatsu.

Sure, you've hung out with the Matsuno brothers before, but you're barely alone with Ichimatsu alone. Just the two of you? The thought just increases the blush on your face.

"...Are you okay?" Ichimatsu suddenly asks. You turn to him, hands concluding to rest in your pockets. "You're fidgety and red."

You wanted to murder yourself for making yourself very obvious. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry..."

"We're here." He stops walking and turns towards an alleyway before you walk in. You tailgate behind him before he crouches down and pulls out dried sardines from the grocery bag.

Cats begin to come out of their hiding spot and meows welcomely towards Ichimatsu. You hear him give a lovingly chuckle before he hand-feeds a few cats.

Oh fuck. Oh god.

They're so cute. The cats and Ichimatsu.

But... you forgot about your allergies.

You gulp and pray to Akatsuka-sensi that your allergies don't get triggered immediately.

Ichimatsu turns towards you and ushers you to come closer.

You feel beads of sweat trickle down your forehead before hesitantly walk toward. You walk closer but halt when you're right behind Ichimatsu and crouch.

He tilts his head before giving you his significant grin. "Are you scared? Don't be... here." He reaches for your hand and guides it towards the closest cat. You blush from his hand being in contact with yours. You lightly flinch when you come in contact with the beautiful cat. Its fur is so soft against your touch.

You feel pity for the cats. Fuck them humans who abandoned them in the first place.

Gosh, you loved cats so much! Why did God have to curse you to be allergic?

"See?" Ichimatsu says before a couple of cats walk towards you and purr against your knees. You mentally screech from the cuteness and begin to pet the cats with a huge smile on your face.

"Here." Ichimatsu hands you a couple of dried sardines. You smile as a silent 'thank you' before feeding the cats one by one. They lick your hands when there weren't any more fish. You shivered from the texture of their tongues. People were right, cats' tongues were like sandpaper.

You wipe their spit by petting their fur. Come on, everybody does that. There's literally no point in denying that you do that.

Ichimatsu feeds the other cats that were a bit shyer to come out compared to the rest of the cats and feed on the dried sardines.

Your ankles begin to feel pain from crouching too much-- so you get on your knees and pet the kittens as you do so. You mentally name each cat that comes to your attention and make note of them. You would adopt them all if you could.

"ACHOO!"

Oh fuck.

Here comes the waterworks.

You groan before wiping your snot with your sleeve.

Oh no...

Cats rubbed against your sleeves too. Fuck you were screwed.

Your eyes begin to water and you stand up and attempt to wipe your runny nose and watery eyes with the assumed 'clean spots' from your sweater. That didn't help at all. Suddenly, your arm begins to feel itchy and you see hives begin to form.

"...Are you okay?" Ichimatsu asks, still crouched with an eyebrow arched with concern. You didn't reply before letting out another sneeze.

Alarmed from your sudden change of state, Ichimatsu stands up. "Oy... I asked you a question."

You just shook your head before wiping your snot with your sleeve once again. "Y-Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about me. I'm sorry..." You begin to walk slowly away from the cats to battle your allergies. "I'm just allergic to cats, that's all."

"Eh?" Ichimatsu's mouth lightly perked open in confusion. "Here, let's go." He puts a shaky hand on your shoulder before he ushers you away from the alleyway. He takes a quick glance at the cats before returning his attention to you.

"You idiot. Why did you agree with me to feed the cats when you're allergic?" You shake your head in embarrassment. "Sorry. I sometimes forget that I have allergies for cats. Gomen, gomen." You keep apologizing.

"I-I'll go to my house to clean myself up. You can go home if you want. I'm sorry for ruining today. We can postpone this next time..." You say. You were a bit disappointed to say that. But that didn't come unnoticed.

"N-No, no... I'll come with you." Those words came out of Ichimatsu's mouth before he even thought about it. He mentally slapped himself for saying those words. Now you're going to think he's a pervert that's trying to see you naked in your bathroom to shower.

Wait, what?

"Um sure..!" You agreed.

WHY.

JUST WHY.

If you could, you'd begin to strangle yourself right there. You already ruined your 'date' with Ichimatsu with your stupid allergies, and you're letting him into your house when you clearly didn't clean up. Wait, did you say 'date'? Whatever! That didn't matter right now!

"Um, here. Let's go." You say before fast walking towards your house. You brought yourself into this mess, and now you've got to get yourself out. Ichimatsu tagged along, taking occasional glances at you while the both of you barely conversed a conversation.

You sigh when you stand in front of your house and pull out your keys. You unlocked the door and peek a little bit inside before cringing a bit.

"What's wrong?" Ichimatsu asks, noticing that you're not walking in your own damn house.

"I didn't clean up the house," You say with a blush. "I wasn't expecting guests. So I apologize in advance." Ichimatsu just nods before you open the door.

It wasn't that messy, but it was pretty messy. You know?

You didn't know what to do, and you invite Ichimatsu over to your living room. "Here, make yourself at home. You can take a few snakes if you'd like. I'm going to take a shower..." You say before making your way towards your bedroom.

Ichimatsu sits down at your couch. It grows silent before the sound of the shower echoes throughout the house. Anxiety and awkwardness pursed his nerves. Now the tables have turned. What was he supposed to do?

You said he can have a few snacks, but it kinda felt rude to just grab it and eat it. Was he allowed to turn on the TV? Why the fuck was he asking that. Of course, he can if he wanted too.

...Right?

Why did he even ask if he can come over?

The answer never really came to his mind. The only response was butterflies in his stomach. Do virgins experience such difficult situations?! WHy?! He was screaming at himself for bringing this on himself.

The sound of water suddenly stopped; indicating that you were done with your shower. Ichimatsu stopped lecturing himself before immediately turning on the TV, trying to make you think that he was watching TV.

A few minutes have gone by and Ichimatsu was not even paying attention to the TV at all. He was overthinking each scenario of what he can do to make things less awkward for both of you. This is the first time he was alone with a girl. A frickin' girl for crying out loud. Ichimatsu shoves out his lust out the door. He couldn't help it, he was a virgin aching to lose it.

You come to the living room with a towel over your shoulders to let your wet hair dry against it. You're wearing shorts and short sleeves that reveal most of your skin.

Blood ushers out of his nose before he discreetly pinches his nose with a red face. "Hey--Woah, are you okay?" You asked, walking closer to him. Ichimatsu stammers for a response, "W-Where's the bathroom?" He asks and immediately goes to the direction of where you pointed at.

(Y/n) hums in confinement, before making her way to the couch and slouches, watching Ichimatsu rush to the bathroom.

That was a bit strange, did you do something wrong? Surely you didn't do anything, right? Hopefully? I don't know...

After a few minutes, Ichimatsu comes out of the bathroom, his cheeks flushed as his eyes lower down to the floor, ashamed to even look at you. God, why did he have to act like this? Stupid, garbage, kitty-boy, can't even control his own damn emotions around a girl that he was friends with since high school.

Ichimatsu sits down at the couch, far away as possible from (Y/n) as he brings his legs closer to his chest, eyes on the TV screen to make it seems like nothing was wrong when something was clearly wrong in his mind, clouding up his senses and sanity.

"Are you okay, Ichimatsu?" (Y/n) says, breaking the tense atmosphere, on which Ichimatsu did not like at all. It did no justice to his anxiety.

"A-Ah," He turns his head to (Y/n), eyes wondering around a bit, noticing that you were a bit pale-- hell, you look a bit sick. Why was he here anyway? He can't even do anything without making things awkward for the both of them. "...Yes. Are you okay?"

(Y/n) hums a bit pulling out a small bottle of cream and uncaps it, "I'm okay... um..." You look at him, eyes filled with uncertainty, a shy and flushed smile on your face, "Can you do me a favor? You don't have to, of course." You add quickly at the end, crimson dusting your cheeks.

Ichimatsu grows curious, "...Sure."

"Uh," You open your mouth, wanting to say something but it call came out weird and incoherent gibberish. What the hell were you even saying? Were you speaking cursive or some shit?

You give him the bottle of cream that you took out, "Can you help me put some cream on the hives on my legs?" Okay, that sounded pretty gross and disgusting. Why the hell would you word it like that? And who the hell even asks that?!

Ichimatsu's face grows red, his posture stiffening as his mouth grows agape, his thin eyebrows raising, "...Uh--um--I-"

"Sorry, sorry! I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry!" You cut him off, the wave of feeling embarrassed crushing your body, feeling claustrophobic, despite the open area in your house. It was only you and Ichimatsu, why were you so uneased from requesting things?! And hell, that is the problem! It was you and Ichimatsu; alone!

The two of you don't say anything after that, slowly scooting yourself a bit farther away from the kitty boy, not wanting to face him, knowing that if you do, the same emotions of heavy embarrassment will overrun your being. And that my good sir, was not your plan.

You squirt some of the cream on your finger, rubbing it into the small lumps on your skin, making it your main focus. You were too indulged to put the cream onto every hive, you almost forgot that Ichimatsu was just in your house, next to you, staring at your bare legs, a bit of drool coming out of his mouth.

Wait, hold on.

When he feels the drool trickling down his chin, he whips his head towards the TV screen once again, screaming at himself of self-deprecating comments echoing in his head.

Why was he like this? This was so rude and disgusting, he was not like his brothers-- despite wanting to lose his virginity-- he had some natural respect for a girl that was his friend in high school.

He dares himself to glance back at you, as his half-lidded eyes grow a bit wide. Your eyes were a bit droopy and tired, hands still rubbing the hives on your arms that you already put cream on. His eyebrows narrowed at you, "What's wrong with you?" Er--um... he meant to say, 'is something wrong?'

"Ah-- I'm sorry, I'm a bit drowsy because of the medicine I took..." You hum, your words were slurring now.

Your senses weren't even with you and you felt so heavy with tiredness from the side effects from your allergy medicine. Ichimatsu felt a bit bad, worried even.

"Here," Ichimatsu grabs the cream in your hands, before putting some on his fingers. "...I'll help, you dummy..."

Your cheeks grow flushed as Ichimatsu gently grabs your forearm and applies the cream onto your skin that you didn't put on. "Thank you..." You mutter out. Despite your tired state, your heart was beaming with adoration from how gentle the wanna-be-bad-boy was treating you.

"It's nothing." He says, grabbing your other arm and rubs gently onto your infected skin. "You shouldn't have agreed to feed the cats with me, you're an idiot for forgetting your own allergies."

"Sorry..."

"...Just don't do it again, look at you now." He teases.

"Sorry."

"And stop saying 'sorry', it's getting annoying."

"...Sorry."

Ichimatsu raises a brow at you, making you giggle aloud.

Ichimatsu finishes applying the cream on your skin and raises his head, humming as he sees your half-asleep state. "You should go to bed, get some rest to heal up..."

"Mmm," you pout, not wanting to get up. "Fine, as long as your staying for the night."

"Huh?!"

"It's late already, stay in the guest room if you want..."

God, you were not sober at all. What were you drunk? No, not necessarily. I mean you were a bit drugged because of the side effects of your medicine, but the bold invitations were not making things better for both of you.

Ichimatsu didn't respond, looking out the window and indeed, it was dark outside already, how did he not even notice?

Ichimatsu turns to you, as you get up and grab a blanket from your room, "Oy, you were supposed to stay there and rest."

"But my bed isn't comfy," You complain sliding back into the couch and wrap the blanket around you-- "Plus, I don't want to sleep right now, I feel like watching a movie or something..." -- you throw the rest of the blanket at Ichimatsu, gesturing that he, as well, can use the blanket.

Ichimatsu glares at you as you grab the remote and switch the channel to Netflix. You weren't even paying attention to him when he needed you most to. Did that make sense? I'm not sure. Nothing makes sense.

You play a movie, cuddling into the warm blanket, eyes on the screen, not looking at Ichimatsu.

Ichimatsu looks back at the blanket in his hands before he embarrassedly wraps it around himself. And damn, it was pretty darn comfortable.

The movie played on for a few minutes, the atmosphere no longer awkward, but a bit comforting. Ichimatsu liked it.

Ugh, why must life curse Ichimatsu to make him a bit drowsy as well? He feels that every time he blinks, he feels like it took an effort to open his eyes again.

A sudden weight presses down onto his shoulder, alarming his senses and popping his bubble of sleep that was slowly embracing him. He turns his head, your (H/C) hair in his view.

You were sleeping on his shoulder.

Oh my fucking god, why.

He was no longer feeling like sleeping, he felt like fucking dying.

Heat rushes to his face, as he hears your peaceful sounds of breathing, indicating that you were sleeping. Ichimatsu debates if he should wake you and tell you to sleep on your bed, but the other half of him likes that you're sleeping on him.

Did he just say that he liked it? God, Ichimatsu...

He fumbles with his fingers, his hands fumbling on the fabric on the blanket on which he shared with you. The movie continues to do its job as background noise, making Ichimatsu feel less uncomfortable. If it were silent, with no movie, then it would bring the atmosphere more tense and thick.

The sound of your breathing and the warmth of your body brought him a bit of tranquility. He bites his lip, the same feeling of sleepiness coming back to his senses. He yawns and shyly leans more into your touch. It was comforting.

Really, really, comforting.

He glances at the clock, noticing that only 13 minutes have passed. This was going to be a long night, and he couldn't bring himself the courage to awaken you. He can't stay up anyways. It would be worse than weird when you wake up in the morning to see his eyes bloodshot and scruffy from not sleeping. And hell, he didn't want you to feel guilty for sleeping on him.

His head twitches as he glances at your sleeping figure again before he leans his head onto yours, his head snuggling into your (H/C) locks, a blush on his cheeks. He smiles, feeling a warm feeling in his stomach as it tickles his abdomen. He reaches over to the blanket and tucks it closer to your body.

Ichimatsu leans onto your head once more, feeling his eyelids grow tired and tired by the moment.

He always wondered what it felt like to have a girlfriend to kiss him, take care of him, and hold his hand to reassure him that everything was alright. He glances at your hand and blushes.

Hold his hand.

He hovers his hand onto yours and gives a squeeze on your soft hand. It was comforting, secure and the butterflies in his stomach pursed through his being. Ichimatsu grows comfortable by the second and purrs onto your touch.

Ichimatsu leans into your touch before he slips into a deep sleep, hand locked into yours, a smile on his face.

#Osomatsu san #osomatsu-san #ichimatsu #ichimatsu x reader #ichimatsu/reader #osomatsu san oneshots #osomatsu hc #sunday

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3,5,18, and 22

3. is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten food poll

the only thing i can think of is like- some pretty hardcore kinks, or at the verry least like ‘stepbrother is in love with me’ i just find it cringe tbh,

5. share one of your strenghts

this isn’t Nessicarily something I understand or pat myself on the back about, but people comment all the time that i make them feel things, so maybe like- putting emotions into words is my strenght?

18. do you use any tolls? like worksheets or outlines?

no- not really, but one thing that I make for basically every one of my fics that has a complex setting is a floor plan, like of the house or of the town where they live. i have one for Reasons wretched and divine, Don't care if it hurts, and of Dance to this/call me yours, it really helps me writing scenes where people are moving from one spot to another. maybe one of these days i’ll share them with you guys!

22. choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it in your current writing style

oh one thing i’ve totally wanted to revisit and rewrite is hybrid house. so i’ll go and pick a section of that.

original version:

- You take a bath one night with Jimin, Hating it at first but then liking it more once they get it to the right temperature.You let Hobi brush your tail through and blow-dry it shivering every time his hands get too close to the base of your spine as you lay sprawled over his with your head pillowed on Jimin’s soft thighs in nothing but a large shirt of Namjoon’s.

-Hoseok isn’t immune to your nudity, and he has to take special care not to let his hands wander every time he gets a view of your cute butt. Jimin grins at him when he catches Hoseok staring, all the while running a careful brush through your hair careful not to snag it on your ears.They both giggle when you start to purr loudly and giggle harder when you flush after realizing they’re watching you.

edited version: (kinda??? more smuttish??)

- that night jimin invites you to bathe with him and although normally you’d be shyer, the draw of the pleasant smells and warmth of the bathroom alleviate your misgivings about being naked in front of them. Jimin is already mostly undressed when you pause at the door. his body concealed under a fluffy layer of sweet-smelling bubbles, the puppy makes little happy grumbles as hoseok shampoos his hair. being careful not to get the soap in his ears.

-“do you want a bath too honey?” hoseok asks, his eyes kinds as he watches you from where you stand half-hidden behind the bathroom door, still rubbing the suds into Jimin's ears, his tail flops happily splashing water onto the floor. jimin’s cheeks are pink, his eyes half-closed when he mutters an apology, sliding closed again as Hoseok keeps scratching.

- you nod a little shyly, and hoseok whips off his hands on a nearby towel before he stands, his knees cracking as he straightens. you nuzzle your face into hoseoks hand when he lifts it, and it smells like jimin- like orange blossoms and freshly cut grass. you Pur and chirp in agreement and Hoseok help you undress, careful to keep his eyes at face level. giggling when you almost get into the tub with your socks on.

- You were right, the slow drag of hoseoks fingers against your scalp and sensitive ears is heavenly as you sit against Jimin’s front. It dosent feel sexual- it just feels sensual and tender when Hoseok drags the cloth he uses to clean you down the front of your chest.

-he’d never admit it- but the way your skin pinks up in the hot water is kind of captivating- as is your pliancy as you relax into the hot water (oh- how the elder cat hybrid is going to bitch and moan when Hoseok teases him later- you have no problem getting we compared to how finicky the elder cat hybrid can be about bathtimes).

- Jimin traces his fingers down your back when you lean forward for Hoseok to rinse you off, tracing the freckles you have you your back, his wagging tail making a thump thump thump against the sides of the clawfoot tub. Hoseok can tell he’s deep into his puppy headspace, the way all hybrids do when they get comfortable.

- Even thought you yowl when he leans forward and licks a sloppy stripe up the back of your neck. You’re just surprised, and jimin continues to nibble on your fingers when you reach up to touch your neck. Letting out a low whine when you initially pull away. The licks slow and sloppy eventually transitioning into little kisses until Hoseok makes a noise in the back of his throat and uses Jimin's hair to tug the puppy away, “hey- she’s not a chew toy pup”

- You look wide-eyed and a little out of your depth, and Hoseok is glad that he has control over himself- because you’re definitely not at the point where he can do what he wants, where he can take this relationship to where all of them have been feeling it’s headed.

-(later that night, he imagines it, Seokjin above him and his hands tied to the wrought iron bed frame, a blindfold tied around his eyes to make the elders hand movements a mystery; namjoon makes him tell- the words barked out from the corner where he sat content to watch- and play later. how he would have ordered jimin to take you in the bathtub and make the water slosh everywhere, how he would have taken special care to clean every inch of you, even using less orthodox methods that wouldn't have left you very clean at all. by the end of it- Hoseok’s is sure he would have had you meowing)

-but this isn’t that- this is just them takeing care of you.

- You let Hobi brush your tail through and blow-dry it, and honestly- that alone has you sold on the idea of bathtimes. You decide you love baths if you can have hoseok’s hands-on you running up and down the column of your hail. carefully combing it out so that it dosent curl as he blowdries is. every time his hands get too close to the base of your spine you shiver, phantom fingers running down the whole of your spine.

- between his minstrations and jimin brushing through your hair and your boor bristle brush- you’re a pliant mewling mess between the two of them,sprawled over his with your head pillowed on Jimin’s soft thighs in nothing but a large shirt of Namjoon’s.

-Hoseok isn’t immune to your nudity, and he has to take special care not to let his hands wander every time he gets a view of your cute little butt- turned pink like the rest of you from the overly warm water. Jimin grins at him when he catches Hoseok staring, all the while running a careful brush through your hair careful not to snag it on your ears which flick and pin to your head when they do something you’re not fond of or too sensitive for.

- They both giggle when you start to purr loudly and giggle harder when you flush after realizing they’re watching you. resting your cheek against Jimin's thigh to look up at both of them, their gazes needy, you’re pretty sure the tent in Jimin’s boxers an inch from your face isn’t normal, but there is also a softness there, a fulfillment in Hoseok’s gaze as he twines your puffy and clean tail over his fingers and humms like he’s satisfied.

- He loves Taking care of you- you realize with a jolt that has nothing to do with jimin suddenly leaning down- overcome with his puppy instincts to nibble on your ear. you’ve never been taken care of like this before- never had someone who wanted to take care of you so bad.

- You sit up in Hoseok’s lap quickly, letting the purrs ripple out and fill the bathroom- melodic and honeyed. You rub your cheek along his chest, his neck, even licking little kisses there- Hoseok’s hip almost jump at the feeling of your rough tongue against his sweet spot. “thank you hobi”

- His hands come up around your back, holding you to him carefully. “it’s no problem honey, any time” his voice sounds as wrecked as he feels, but it’s soft, even more so soft, when you take the brush from Jimin's hands and start running them through hoseoks curls as well.

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Not Again

Summary: this is a late halloween story but my friend who rewuested it finally gave it its approval Sandy belongs to my friend and Red mentioned at the end belongs to @melyaliz

Tagging: @dilpickledd @melyaliz @coffee-randomness @speedypan

You would think that after three generations, well technically four, of hero's things couldn't get any crazier. You would think that maybe the villians would get tired of the same ol plots and plans. Was it too much to ask for just one day? One day full of spooks and cheesy named platters. One day having fun with your significant other. One day to just be a teenager. But no Aquata should have known better, especially when this halloween happened to fall on a full moon.

The first sign were the ghosts or rather lack of. Aquata was used to seeing them especially around October when the bridge between worlds was more open. Heck she even had a ghost nanny who was technically her mom but in a past life. Ghosts were actually pretty chill and never really bothered her, whenever they would interact with her Aquata would simply try and see if she could help them pass on.

Aquata had managed to go through most of the day before realizing the lack of ghost activity. She only noticed because she spotted a familiar looking ghost boy who quickly glided into one of the empty classrooms.

"Hey cover for me." Aquata whispered to her sister as she made her way to the classroom. Shaylee stood by the door and pretended to check her bag.

"Weastly?" Aquata called out quietly scanning the room.

The little boy poked his head out from the teachers desk, his golden locks tucked inside a beanie. His eyes shifted around nervously and sunk back in enough to cover half of his head.

"Hey what are you doing here?" Aquata asked softly as she approached.

"I'm playing." Weastly replied though his answer didn't match up to his mood.

"Playing what?" Aquata asked going along hoping that he'd reveal something.

"Hide n seek." He whispered and ducked lower. "He's looking for us."

Weastly completely sunk into the desk and when Aquata peered under he was gone. Frowning she walked back out to her sister.

"What happened?" Shaylee asked as she closed her backpack.

"I just saw Weastly." Aquata replied.

"You old little ghost friend? What was he doing?"

"He said he was playing but I don't know, something felt off about him."

"Isn't his whole thing is that he always wants to play?"

"Well yeah but I don't know he was acting weird. It seemed like he was scared?" Aquata frowned as she tries to make sense of his attitude. "You don't feel anything off?"

Shaylee shrugged as she paused by her class. "You know I wasn't gifted with that supernatural power."

"There's nothing off about your magic?"

"Hmm nothing out of the usual. The full moon always helps but it feels the same? I guess?"

"Well you're no help." Aquata grumbled.

"Talk to mom when we get home I'm sure she'll know something." Shaylee shrugged. "Or I dunno find another ghost and see if they know what's up. Or meditate on it."

"Alright alright you've made your point." Aquata rolled her eyes and waved goodbye.

"Hey." Lily greeted Aquata by the door of their shared classroom and suddenly Aquata felt hrf worry slip away.

"Hey." Aquata smiled bringing her girlfriend in for a quick kiss.

"Are you excited for tonight?" Lily asked wrapping her arm around Aquatas waist and walked inside the classroom.

"Yup it's going to be awesome. You're lucky I basically already had the costume." Aquata smiled as she let go and sat down suddenly looking forward to tonight's Halloween party.

"Hey mom can you- oh sorry." Aquata stopped at the entrance to her mother's office.

Annabella braced herself against her desk rubbing her temple as she recovered from the seance. Annabella looked up and smiled at her daughter.

"Well don't you look rebellious." Annabella chuckled as she relaxed. "What do you need sweetie?"

"Oh um I just can't figure out how to tie a tie and I can't find dad.” Aquata said as she held up the fabric that was dangling from her neck.

“I thought the tie was supposed to be undone?” Annabella asked but she still approached her daughter.

“I’m trying to go for the trying too hard to look disheveled version.” Aquata said holding still as her mother twisted the tie into a knot.

“I see, well, there you go loosen it to your liking.” Annabella smiled and fixed the golden snitch Aquata had stuck in her hair.

“Is everything okay?” Aquata finally decided to ask as she began tugging on the tie eyeing the stone Annabella had on her desk.

“Yeah, yeah everything’s okay.” Annabella said though she eyed the stone nervously.

“Mom.” Annabella sighed and smiled reassuringly at Aquata.

“Something feels off, and I haven’t seen Selby all day. Usually she loves helping out with the halloween stuff you know. So I tried summoning her but it almost seems like she's blocking me or something I don't know.” Annabella shrugged and brushed some of her hair away. “I also haven’t used my magic in awhile so I might just be a little out of practice.”

“Do you think something is wrong?”

“Even if I did there's plenty of hero’s to help with the situation. Go have fun with Lily, just be safe.” Annabella brushed her hand against Aquatas cheek and Aquata nodded her head hugging her mom before leaving.

“Okay I get that the house is basically an entrance to a cemetery, but come on they could have done a better job at decorating.” Aquata sighed as she eyed the cheesy props they used.

“Don't start.” Lily laughed as she pulled Aquata along.

Aquata couldn’t help but smile as Lily immediately led her to the dance floor. Any thought of what was going outside of their little bubble was gone and there was only her.

“I think I might sweat my hair dye off.” Lily laughed as the song ended and wiped her forehead. “I'm getting something to drink, want something?”

“Yeah, bring me whatever you're having.” Aquata said and turned to head somewhere they could take a break.

Aquata paused when she saw someone standing on the other end of the room. No, that wasn't possible, Aquata shook her head and looked again but the person was staring right back at her also appearing confused.

“Sandy?” Aquata asked as she studied her technically half sibling.

“Aquata right?” Sandy said, also eyeing Aquata.

“What are you doing here?” They both asked at the same time.

“My friend Sara is throwing this party.” Aquata answered first.

“No my friend Trish is throwing this party.” Sandy corrected.

“Oh great.” They said again as it dawned on them what was happening.

“Not again.” Aquata sighed as she rubbed her temple.

“Well gee nice to see you too.” Sandy raised their eyebrow.

“No I mean not that I’m not glad to see you but like… I’m sorta here on a date and I really like this girl and heeyyyyy Lily.” Aquata quickly smiled and perked up trying to act normal.

“Hey who’s this?” Lily asked as she handed Aquata her drink.

“This is Sandy… my half sibling.” Aquata said trying not to lie too much.

“Half sibling?” Lily asked, looking at Sandy carefully.

“Yeah my dad accidentally donated a while back and we discovered a year ago we have some half siblings.” Aquata internally cringed at her explanation.

“Huh.” Lily continued to eye Sandy then cracked a smile. “Looks like your family is just filled with Ravenclaws.”

“That’s not true.” Aquata relaxed and wrapped her arm around Lily. “Dads a Gryffindor too. Not to mention mom is a Slytherin.”

“Yet your twin and brother are a Ravenclaw.”

“Shaylees a Ravenclaw?” Sandy asked, settling into the conversation and looking at their costumes. “Oh are you guys Lily and James?”

“Finally someone gets it.” Lily said, smiling brightly. “Everyone gets that I'm Lily but have a hard time figuring out who Aquata is.”

“Half think I’m Hermione, which I get, but at the same time I’m not that smart.” Aquata shrugged only to receive a smack from Lily.

Maybe everything would be okay. Maybe Aquata could still spend the night at this party with her girlfriend and sibling and act like nothing was going on. There are plenty of people that could handle what was happening. That was until the house began to shake. Great.

People began to scream and run the house shuttering and groaning. Aquata managed to slip away from Lily hoping that she would get out of the house and not try to look for her. Sandy followed her to the back and they began running through the cemetery. It wasn't till they were halfway through that Aquata began to realize something.

“The graves.” She said almost breathlessly, Sandy stopped to look at what had caught Aquatas attention.

“The names… they’re changing.”

Aquata felt her heart plummet and she started to recognize the names. Her parents, her friends, her family.

“We have to hurry.” Aquata said, picking up the pace.

“Oh come on not this guy.” Aquata whispered as they finally neared the end of the cemetery and noticed the witch boy Klarion walking by the graves.

“What’s he doing?” Sandy asked as they poked their head over one of the graves.

He paused by one of the graves, a rather large orb in his hands. A white haze seemed to get observed by the orb. Suddenly there was a soft meow from behind them and the two turned to face the familiar evil orange tabby.

“Don't worry, my mother said.” Aquata grumbled as she quickly dodged a blast from the witch boy.

“There’s plenty of heroes to take care of what's happening, she said.” She continued as she manipulated water to turn into ice picks and shoot them at the cat.

“You're very bitter about this aren’t you.” Sandy said from a few feet away as they focused their attack on the witch boy.

“What gave you that idea?” Aquata asked as she turned the water into a whip and tried to keep the cat at bay.

“Out of all the children that could come after me I had to get the two that have baby magic.” Klarion whined as he directed another attack toward Sandy.

“Hey I might not be anywhere near my sisters level of magic but I can still kick your butt.” Aquata shouted as she attacked him from behind.

“Hardly.” Klarion claimed as he managed to shake the girl off.

“Oh yeah?” Aquata said as she stood up holding the orb in her hands triumphantly.

“Give that back!” Klarion shouted his face suddenly becoming distorted.

“Keep away.” Aquata shouted as she flinged it towards Sandy who caught it and quickly rolled out of Klarion's range.

Aquata managed to land a good hit on the cat and tucked behind a rather large tombstone.

"No fair! No fair! No fair!" Klarion shrieked.

"We need to destroy this." Sandy said as they jumped in front of Aquata narrowly missing the hit Klarion threw at them.

Aquata snatched it from Sandy's hand and rolled away in time before the stone finally shattered.

"No!" Klarion shrieked as he spotted Aquata hold the orb in front of her.

She saw the hands and faces of the souls that were being trapped inside it and she felt rage boil inside her. This wasn't how souls should be treated. They were already suffering so much they didn't deserve this. She wasn’t exactly sure how but she knew it needed to be destroyed. The orb began to feel cold in her hands and with a sudden scream Aquata felt the electricity course through her body and shatter the orb to pieces. The spirits broke free and immediately went to swarm Klarion who let out a terrified yelp and disappeared.

“Woah easy.” Sandy said as they went up to Aquata and quickly caught her. Aquata looked down at her hands noticing the charred skin. “Come on let's get you to the watchtower.”

“We really should hang out sometime when the world isn’t in danger again.” Sandy said as they finished wrapping Aquatas hands.

“That would be great. I know Shaylee is going to be jealous I got to spend tonight with you.” Aquata smiled.

“Oh Coral is going to freak when she realizes I was with the other siblings.” Sandy chuckled.

“Hey um Sandy right?” The two looked up and Aquata smiled when she saw it was her friend Red. “Your ride back home is here.”

“Thanks.” Sandy nodded and turned to face Aquata patting her hands gently. “Thanksgiving we’ll spend it somewhere nice and have the whole family together.”

“I'll let my parents know.” Aquata nodded and hugged her sibling before they left.

“How are your hands doing?” Red asked as he leaned against the door.

“I'll be out of commission for a couple days.” Aquata said, trying to flex her fingers, then sighed. “That is if Lily doesn’t kill me first.”

“I'm sure she’ll forgive you.” Red tried to reassure her.

“I hope so.” Aquata looked down at her hands. “This was already supposed to be the makeup date… can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Is it worth it? Having them know?”

Red stayed quiet for a bit as he thought over the question. “You really like her dont ya.”

“Yeah, I do.” Aquata said softly.

“I'll admit it's still a bit hard. I worry about her but Mandy is… amazing. If you feel like it's the right thing I say go for it.”

“Thanks.” Aquata smiled before hopping off her bed. “Um I’m going to need some help getting home.”

“Don't worry I got you.” Red smiled as he held the door open for her and she stepped out into the hallway.

“Thank you.” Aquata turned towards the sound of the soft voice and spotted several spirits standing in the hallway. Some looked familiar, some she had never seen, and others… others were a little too familiar.

“You okay?” Red asked and Aquata turned to look at him.

“Yeah.” She mumbled looking back only to find an empty hallway. “Yeah I’m okay.”

She smiled and continued to follow him a little closer. As much as she didn't mind seeing ghosts there was something about seeing the ghosts of her friends that unsettled her.

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