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tanglepelt · 1 year

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Run ghost run

second chapter

I had a thought. Danny hiding in Gotham to keep the infinite realm from starting a war. It plague my mind. So now I’m writing it.

A single warning was all humanity had.

The infinite realms would no longer allow the attacks on their people. They assured him that no matter the outcome he would be safe. All ecto beings and ecto contaminated were to be evacuated prior to the attack. As he and his friends were mostly or half human they would be sent elsewhere in time or perhaps a different universe if the need arises

Sam, Tucker and Jazz all knew what their afterlife held. Everyone else was up in the air.

He pleaded not to attack earth and argued that not everyone their deserved a war. He knew they couldn’t destroy the planet to preserve their own dimension as too many natural portals occurred. But the entire human race could be eradicated without impact to this dimension. They did agree to listen to his reasoning but only as upon his death he will be declared king. He had no power to control the realm or make orders until his coronation. The realm would remain under the councils guidance until he was a mature ghost.

They treated him like a child. According to them he was one. He had been half ghost for less than a year. He had only realized his rouges constantly attacking him was part of the culture when Pandora informed him. Them attacking him was to ensure he was well taught and ready for the realm. To them it was play fighting.

When he sealed away Piraha Dark it made them even worse. They wanted to fight him even more. He needed to be a better fighter and there was no better way to learn. They just wanted an excuse to fight him more like it. With the exception of skulker who was just hunting him to be a jerk. He didn’t have the luxury others did entering the realm, he would have to learn the culture not form with the knowledge.

Just as they demanded more fights with him they were over protective as well. One time when his parents were trigger happy in one of their hunts for him, Lunch Lady had used her meat to shield him from the blast. Technus had attacked Fenton works disarming the anti-ghost security system for a week. His parents had to figure out how to ecto proof technology it was funny to watch. While they were still attacking him and getting souped. They would protect him. His parent got so much worse. All ecto beings were scum. They were more determined to get there hands on a ghost. Time and time again saying they would tear them up molecule by molecule.

Clockwork was the only one who stood with Danny saying that one warning should be given. No more no less. The council immediately agreed with the master of time. With that the meeting adjourned and Clockwork gave him a message that when running he should follow the birds and bats as they would help. Clockwork then vanished like the cryptid he was.

When it came time to deliver the warning any hope Danny had of it working was lost. They weren't going to any higher power, not the president or governor not even the press. They would only hand the warning over directly to the GIW. They followed the ant-ecto acts, enforced the policies, it was their fault. They attacked and experimented on the citizens of the realm. It was up to them to rectify their offense.

How could Danny explain to them that the government agency would never turn it over? It wasn’t the norm for the realms, the warning or notice of attack was always given to the opponent. No reason to tell the press or government. They had no issues with the other humans but just the one group . If that group wanted to doom human life it was on them.

Danny managed to con his way into being there when the warning was handed over. He claimed it would be a good learning experience. He had a plan, and it was brilliant when the GIW threw it away he would grab it and hand it over to the news. The public was always antiwar. At least the records in the library said so. He assumed they still were Amity has been a closed off town. There wasn’t much from other cities or states.

Many residents have remained for generations, and no one really had social media. There was no point as everyone had their own cliques. Sam and Tucker had a few outside connections. Sam with activist and her ultra-recyclo-vegetarian group. Tucker was connected to a few tech geeks and video game friends. Personally, he only knew people from town.

He assumed a news source out of town would be the best deal. They shouldn’t have any problems with ghosts and these “supervillains”. An outside perspective could be just what they needed. There would be no bias against the infinite realms.

They were off to give away the warning a portal opening at the GIW in their base of operations. Frostbite summoned a wall of ice around them. The declaration was on a glowing green scroll. It announced the warning out loud, then proceeded to get brighter and brighter unit, it burst into flames and disappeared. There went his bright idea. As the scroll disappeared a glowing green circle expanded out until the light passed through them and continued on. The power it radiated was intense.

When the light passed through he was grabbed, and they went back to the ghost zone. It was certainly a learning experience. Learning the plan he made was no good. Politics were not his thing. He was dreading the days he would be expected to make decisions. He’d rather fight any day of the week. The citizens were definitely rubbing off on him.

At least Pandora and Frostbite agreed to try and keep everyone out of the human realm. They could not guarantee anything. Frostbite didn’t want to see the injuries a war would cause and the potential losses. Pandora simply said there were still people on earth she didn’t want to see suffer. Both knew they couldn’t stop a war, but they could delay it. If the anti-ecto acts were disbanded and those responsible punished no war would be necessary.

With a promise from the two to guard the portal he returned home. He planned to close the portal and erase his parents from the Fenton lock, it would only work for about a day. They would just reprogram it. 24 hours could change everything. He entered the lab via portal invisible. It was empty.

A ring of light

the door slamming open

Stomping down the stairs

He was face to face mid transformation in front of his dad

He really sucked at making plans.

Then it was all black

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adrift-in-thyme · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 11: "All the light's going dark and my hope's destroyed" + Animal Trap

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- Legend & Hyrule

- Summary: When the sudden appearance of a portal sends Legend and Hyrule hurtling to an unknown destination, Legend attempts to save them both. But it all goes terribly wrong

CW for a character nearly drowning (it's not too descriptive, but just be careful), dehumanization, and drugging

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He’s falling.

Legend only half-registers it. His stomach is in a knot, his body weightless, yet strangely heavy. His heart is in his throat. Wind rushes past his ears. But it’s not the plummet he fears. It’s the darkness he is headed towards.

He’s falling, Rulie is falling, and he hasn’t a clue where they'll land.

Dark magic warps around him, funneling him down, down, down. He reaches toward it with his own magic, trying to guide it, to nudge it in a safe direction.

Water. They need to land in water. Otherwise this will end very badly.

He solidifies an image in his head. A lake — big and beautiful and clear, waterfalls rushing down into it. There. That’s where he wants them to land.

A hand grapples in the darkness. Fingers wrap around his own, familiar magic pouring through them to enhance his own. A slight smile lifts Legend’s lips.

Hyrule.

The image grows more clear and distinct. The smell of fresh water and dewy grass fills his nostrils. Legend steels himself and takes a deep breath. Any moment now…

Heart pounding in his throat, he tightens his hold on Hyrule’s hand.

“Don’t let go,” he orders through the waves of their entwined magic. And Hyrule’s grip strengthens in reply.

Another moment slides by, a moment filled with utter darkness and the nauseating push and pull of gravity. Legend holds his breath, awaiting impact.

It comes in a rush of magic and liquid, cold and heat, light and darkness. Legend catches a glimpse of blue sky and white clouds. Then his body breaks the surface with such force it knocks the air from his lungs.

Water floods the space it leaves and he chokes on it. Black dots dance before his eyes. Desperately, he fights to hang on — to consciousness, to the hand that now lies limp in his.

Come on. He grits his teeth, kicking his feet to try and surface. Change already!

As if in response, a sharp pain streaks through him. His two legs become a single, powerful tail; his fingernails grow into talons; iridescent scales climb up and down his body. And in the next moment he can breathe.

Legend wastes no time. Ensuring Hyrule’s hand is firmly in his own, he begins to climb toward the surface. The sun shines through it, beckoning him forth.

Hope blossoms within him as he grows closer. He’s almost there.

The net comes out of nowhere. He sees it briefly out of the corner of his eye – a dark, looming thing. But his mind doesn’t have time to process, nor his body to evade. And in the next moment, it surrounds him.

Coarse ropes tangle in his fins, wrap around his tail. Panic coursing through him, Legend thrashes. With his free hand he claws at the net, attempting to shred it. He has to break free, he has to get Hyrule to the surface.

But his efforts are fruitless. The ropes are too strong, too thick.

“I caught something!” A voice comes from up above. Any other time it would be muffled by the water that surrounds him. But now, in this form, Legend can hear it clearly, as if the man is standing right beside him. “It’s big! And it’s a fighter.”

“Hurry! It could be what we have been looking for!”

The net begins to move, dragging the heroes upward. And after a moment more of struggling, Legend lets it. It goes against every instinct he has, to allow their captors to haul them up onto the boat. But fighting back takes time, time Hyrule doesn’t have.

He pulls the traveler to his chest, wrapping his arms protectively around him. And in the next seconds they break through the surface and are pulled onto the floor of a small boat.

Legend can make out blurred faces, leering and unfamiliar; a blue sky painted behind a layer of trees; water drifting as far as he can see. But he doesn’t allow himself to survey his surroundings beyond that. Almost immediately, his attention is back on the hero who lies limp in his arms.

“Rulie,” he gasps, through burning lungs. This form never fares well on the surface. But it will only be a short while before he reverts to his Hylian body. He can hold on until then.

Dragging in another wheezing attempt at a breath, he presses a hand to the traveler’s face. His skin is cool and pale, eyes still closed, chest still. Dread settles unpleasantly in Legend’s gut.

Maybe landing them in the water was not such a wonderful idea, after all. Maybe he should have let whatever was going to happen, happen. Maybe he should have focused his attention on crafting a shield around them instead.

He shakes his head, shoving the thoughts away. Gritting his teeth, he closes his eyes.

He doesn’t know how to weave the powerful healing spells that Hyrule does, but he is familiar with a few simpler ones. Spells that can take care of cuts and bruises, gashes that don’t travel too deep, even wounds that render you unconscious. And perhaps, they will be enough to drag the water from Hyrule’s lungs.

“Well, well, what have we here?” A voice croons from above him.

Distantly, he registers the net lifting off and away, dragging at his tail as it does so. He does his best to ignore it.

“A sea creature?”

“It’s called a mermaid.”

“Well, I’ve seen one of those before.”

“Isn’t this what you were looking for?”

“Indeed.”

Someone is leaning over him now. Legend can feel their hot breaths on his neck.

“Look at him. What a magical being.”

A hand brushes over the length of his tail and Legend inhales sharply. The breath soon turns into a hacking cough as his body reminds him how little air he is gaining at the moment.

Ignore it, he tells himself, even as every part of him screams to leap back into the water, where he can breathe, where the clammy hands of strangers won’t touch him. Focus on Rulie.

“I wish to study him. Take him…and throw his friend back into the water.”

The words have barely registered in Legend’s mind before rough hands wrap around his waist and pull. His fingers slip from Hyrule and the spell dies upon them.

“No!”

He thrashes, striking out with his claws, kicking as his tail splits and becomes legs. Someone cries out and another voice joins them. But they are a mere cacophony of unintelligible noise to Legend’s ears. All he can see is Hyrule being dragged toward the edge, all he can hear is the deafening silence left by the absence of his brother’s breaths.

This is all your fault.

A fist connects with his jaw and he reels back, tasting the sharpness of iron. But seconds later he is struggling again, desperation allowing him to push through the pain, the fear, the way the world feels like it's closing in on him all over again, like the day his uncle died, the day the entire kingdom had turned its back on him without reason…

An arm comes into reach and he bites down, hard. That earns him a slap across the face.

“Stop fighting, damn it!”

He kicks outward, feet connecting with someone’s body. They hurl him down onto the unforgiving wood of the boat, so hard that he sees stars. For a moment it is all he can do to breathe.

“Little brat!”

“Is he even worth the trouble? Look at him! He changed back!”

“Calm yourselves. You are damaging the specimen.”

Legend drags his head upward just as a man squats down in front of him. With his graying hair and wizened face carved with smile lines, one could think him kind, even grandfatherly. But when he grips Legend’s chin and holds his gaze, there is no sympathy in those eyes. There is only cold, terrible, hunger.

Legend shoves himself up on his hands and knees, wrenching himself out of the man’s grip. He steels himself, hand already going toward the hilt of his sword. He will fight to the death if need be. They will not touch Hyrule.

But the man’s voice halts his movements.

“Remain still or your friend will go over the side.”

Legend glares at him. He can see no lie in that face. His hand falls back down to lie limply at his side.

“What do you want?” he grits out.

The man regards him calmly. “I have been interested in strange creatures for many years now. I have studied them quite extensively. One might even call me an expert. However, I have yet to examine a mer. So, you, my boy, are quite a fortunate find.”

He rises, still looking at Legend as though he wants to pin him to a board and stare at him for a while. Legend fights not to squirm beneath his gaze.

“You are fascinating. Not quite a mer and yet…not quite Hylian either. Oh, the discoveries that could be made from you.”

The man moves closer. Before he can stop himself, Legend backs up a step, bumping against the two men he hadn’t realized were standing behind him. He can’t breathe now. It’s as though he is dragging in surface air through his gills again, fighting to remain conscious.

Focus. You don’t have time to panic.

“I would take you by force,” the man continues, calmly, as though carrying a conversation with a neighbor, “as my men have so clumsily attempted to do. But that would damage you beyond repair. And in order for my experiments to work, you must be in optimal condition. I must control for most variables. I’m sure you understand.”

“Yeah, I understand alright. You creep.”

Legend’s eyes flit around, taking in his surroundings, looking for a viable way out. His fingers flex and clench, itching for a weapon. But Hyrule is so close to the edge now. Too close. One wrong move and he will fall back into a watery grave.

And the water…the water is the only chance of escape he has. But the cost would be great, too great for him to entertain.

He inhales a trembling breath and makes his decision.

“If you want me so badly, I’ll come with you. On one condition.” He looks back at Hyrule, ignoring the way his heart clenches at the sight of him.

You idiot. Letting yourself become attached again. Don’t you ever learn?

“Let me save him. Then, take him back to shore and leave him there.”

The man doesn’t answer at first. He looks between the two heroes, fist at his chin. Then, he nods.

“Very well.” He turns to his men. “Take us back to shore as quickly as possible. And bind and blindfold the boy.”

Legend watches, anger boiling within him, as they tie thick ropes around Hyrule’s wrists and a cloth around his head. No sooner have they stepped back than he rushes forward, skidding on his knees before him. The spell is already at his fingertips and in his mind, woven threads of his magic. And he reaches out, pressing a hand to Rulie’s arm as it pours forth.

“Watch him,” he hears someone say from far away. “He might try to pull something.”

“He won’t,” the man with hungry eyes answers. “He cares too much for his friend.”

Legend shakes his head, brushing off the oppressive truth of the statement.

“Come on, Rule,” he murmurs, “come on. Wake up.”

A moment passes and another and another, slipping by in slow succession. All the while the boat speeds toward the shore. If he looked up, Legend doesn’t doubt that he would see the bank fast approaching. But he doesn’t dare. He hardly allows himself to breathe.

Tears stream down his face and blur his vision. He doesn’t brush them away.

“Come on, traveler. You’re tougher than this. Don’t you dare die on me!”

Another series of seconds pass in which Hyrule doesn’t move. And then, abruptly, he draws in a gasping breath. He pitches sideways coughing up mouthfuls of water. Relief streaks dizzyingly through Legend as he reaches out, gripping his shoulder to support him.

“You’re okay, Rulie,” he says, both to himself and the hero trembling in his grasp. “You’re okay.”

Thank the goddesses.

The coughs subside and turn to haggard breaths. Hyrule raises his head, dazedly attempting to look around.

“Ledge?” He croaks. He tries to move his hands up to his face, but the ropes prevent the motion. “Legend…what happened? Why can’t I…where are we?”

Legend is about to answer when the boat comes to a stop, bumping against a grassy shoreline. His heart climbs into his throat.

“It’s okay,” he manages. “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

Hyrule turns toward the sound of his voice and Legend is glad that he cannot see the look in his eyes.

“But what about you?”

Strong hands grasp his arms and wrench him away from the traveler. He stumbles to his feet.

Men close in around Hyrule too, hauling him up and starting toward the shore. He struggles, though weakly, face still much too pale.

“Legend!”

Legend manages a shaky smile, more for his own sake than his brother’s.

“I’ll be fine too. Don’t waste your time worrying about me. Get free and get out of here, you hear! Don’t you dare try and come back for me!”

Hyrule gives another shout as he hits the damp ground, immediately trying to stumble up on bound feet. But Legend can hardly hear him now past the thundering of his heart and the distant sounds of water lapping at the boat as it drifts back into the depths.

Then, something cool and metallic pierces his neck and he knows no more.

#whumptober 2023 #no.11 #“all the light's going dark and my hope's destroyed”#animal trap #near drowning #dehumanization tw #drugging tw #trin writes #lu legend #lu hyrule #angst #whump #first time writing mer-legend!#it was fun #despite the less-than-fun circumstances lol #not to worry #this will be continued #there are plenty more horrors for legend to face XD #sorry ledge

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princessxgarbage · 10 months

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Happy ShiSaku Week!

Day 4 @shisakuweek

Title: Witchwood

Prompt: magic

Warnings: they're wholesome BABIES

Words: 1,619

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"Here you go, miss, you dropped this."

Sakura turns to find a boy holding a bundle of lemongrass out for her to take. It must have fallen from her basket. He seems to be a little older than herself, maybe 12 or 13 years to her 10, with soft black curls framing his face in little wisps. The aura that surrounds him is gleaming a soft green, as if reflecting the same color of her own eyes.

She lifts the basket towards him without a word and waits for him to drop it back in with the other herbs and flowers. When he doesn't put them back right away she squints a glare at him.

"Well?" She asks, shaking the basket towards him in a small movement. He blinks rather dumbly and finally returns the bundle to the basket. She rolls her eyes after she's turned away from him, sparing him from her disdain. She resumes her walk, away from the simpleton, but he quickly follows her.

"I'm Shisui," the boy says, though Sakura does not deign to look at him or engage in his attempted conversation. After a few steps without an answer from her he tries again.

"Aaaaaand you are?”

"Busy," Sakura replies. Who does this guy think he is? She's walking alone with an arm full of herbs and flowers, and she's not exactly looking to make friends. He trips over half a step at her response. Buuuut, he quickly returns himself in step with her and tries again.

"Well then, nice to meet you Miss Busy," he smirks. She huffs air out of her nose in annoyance. Maybe she can lose him in the woods. She takes a sharp turn away from him very suddenly and walks right off the path, over a felled tree and into the forest.

Of course he doesn't take the hint.

"Woah-oh! What are you doing!?" he scrambles over the tree to follow her, "it's dangerous off the path!"

"For you, maybe."

"For anyone! Don't you know witches live in these woods?"

Oh. Oh, this will be fun.

"Where did you hear that?" She's deftly avoiding any obstacles the unruly forest lays before her, while he tries to follow her exact steps. He keeps looking back over his shoulder, probably hoping not to lose sight of the path.

"In the village? My gramps once told me about this time he got lost in these woods." The boy, Shisui, is clearly very eager to keep Sakura company. "He said when he finally found the river he heard a witch singing spells near the waterfall. And that she sang louder than the waterfall itself!"

Sakura rolls her eyes for the second time. That definitely sounds like something her grandmother would have done.

But he didn't need to know that.

"So you're scared of your grandfather's bad hearing?" She asks, and he scoffs.

"No! My gramps wasn't old when he heard the witch's song. His hearing was fine!" He's pouting, she can hear it in his voice. She sets down her basket and starts to climb the large boulder they've come across. The canopy is dense here and there's plenty of moisture, so she climbs to get her favorite kind of moss at the top of the boulder.

"Now what are you doing?" Shisui asks, cocking his head to the side in question as he watches her climb. He stands in wait, guarding her basket.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"I, uhh… besides climbing a rock, I'm not really sure." He shrugs then crosses his arms across his chest.

She sits once she reaches the top, straightens out her skirts and takes out her small mushroom knife.

"I'm gathering the moss." And she does. She gently scrapes a large portion away from the rockface and separates her share from what she's left behind. Tucks her knife away and prepares to toss the clump of moss at Shisui.

"Catch," she warns, really hoping he doesn't crush the moss when he catches it. She could always pick some more, but she'd have to find another boulder. Can't take too much from one spot.

Shisui catches the portion of moss with both hands flat and open, successful in not crushing it. She's almost impressed, but mostly relieved.

"Now what?" he asks, looking at the moss in his hands like it holds all the secrets of the universe. She giggles and starts her descent from the boulder.

"Put it in the basket," she doesn't actually say the duh that was sitting on the tip of her tongue, but it hurt her a little bit not to. He sets it down on top of the other items in her basket, careful not to touch any plant he's unfamiliar with.

"What're all these for?" he questions. He picks the basket up for her and moves to follow her again, without giving it back. Ah, well, if he's going to pester her he might as well make himself useful.

"Medicine, poultices, that sort of thing." She keeps her answer vague on purpose. She figures he won't ever realize their true purpose without being told, and besides she's not really lying.

She keeps walking to her next stop, again easily avoiding any obstacles and irritating plants. Shisui follows dutifully close behind her.

They're well off the path by now, and Sakura shakes her head slightly at how trusting this boy who doesn't know her is.

"You're going to get lost out here, you know," she says, not unkindly. His step falters.

"Oh. I thought you were from the village. We could go back together?"

"What if I'm not from the village?" She stops walking and turns to face him. She reaches her hand out and wraps her grasp around the handle of the basket. He gives it back easily.

"Then I guess I'm already lost," he chuckles and reaches a hand behind his head to ruffle the back of his hair.

She smiles sweetly before she taunts him.

"You know, I hear there are witches in these woods. It wasn't very smart of you to follow a stranger into them."

"Uhh," he looks sheepish as she recounts his mistake, "the stranger seemed… nice?"

Sakura laughs at that.

"Seriously? I didn't even tell you my name!" She's still laughing, "what about the past half hour made you think I was nice?”

Shisui is smiling as she laughs, even though it's at his expense. He clears his throat a little to get her attention.

"Actually, I saw you around the village. You gave something to my neighbor. Was it one of those 'poultice' thingies?"

"Oh, maybe. Depends on who your neighbor is," she replies. She resumes her walk, planning on bringing Shisui back to his path home in a roundabout way. She smirks and hopes she can mess with him a little bit more before parting ways. "So, you followed me?"

"I didn't mean to, but you dropped that plant and no one else went to help you-"

"Lemongrass," she interrupts.

"Wha-?"

"It was lemongrass," she stops walking and turns around, retrieving the bundle from her basket. She holds it out to him, "here, smell it."

"You just told me not to trust you."

She giggles, "I didn't say that! It's not going to hurt you," she rolls her eyes so he can see this time, "but if you don't want to-"

He cuts her off before she can taunt him further and takes the bundle from her hand. Tentatively brings it to his nose and gives it a sniff.

"Hmm, smells like… lemons?"

"Hence the name, genius."

"Makes sense," he strokes his chin in deep thought with his free hand and hands back the bundle to her. "What else do you know about plants?"

She tucks the lemongrass away and turns to keep walking.

"Ohh, plenty," she muses, "mostly I just gather what my mother asks me to, but-" she turns her head to the left and holds her hand up to her mouth conspiratorially, "I know all the poisons and where to find them."

He's stopped dead in his tracks.

She giggles and turns away from him, still walking over cruel twists of tree roots and through thick groups of plants. He quickly recovers and catches up to her.

"Ohh, that… that sounds like useful information?" he says rather nervously. She simply chuckles warmly as a response.

After another moment of walking, Shisui dashes ahead of her a bit and places his hand on the trunk of a large tree.

"So what kind of tree is this?" He leans up against it in what she imagines is meant to be suave.

"Oak."

He dashes up to another tree and points at it.

"And this one?"

"Also oak. Did you even look at it?"

"I'm not sure what differences to look for."

"Any of them. How the leaves are shaped, the way it grows. There are plenty of differences between the trees if you would just observe them."

He seems to think for a moment before saying, "I could always ask you though. If I need to know."

Oh joy, she thinks, a promise of more of whatever this is.

"That would require us to be friends," she scoffs.

"You're right Miss Busy, we should be friends." He grins at her and starts walking backwards towards the village, offering a cheerful wave goodbye. "Thanks for not letting me stay lost." He turns and dashes away.

She emerges from the woods and back onto the path back to his village. He steps out and looks up and down the path, deciding on which direction it is.

She lets out a deep, exhausted sigh.

It might be nice to have a friend.

Part 2

#shisakuweek2023 #shisaku rodeo #shisui/sakura #Naruto #shisui baby boy #they're all BABIES #i love them your honor #this WILL be continued #i love witchy shit too much not to #my fic

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