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elizais · 3 months

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hey elizai!! can u do smthn like what event starts the topic of kids and whether they want them or not with bsd boys? (pref dazai, chuuya, and tecchou! they are cutiesss) thanks !!

"kids?"

featuring.. dazai, chuuya, nd tecchou! warnings.. ?? i don't get to like reader x ----- talking ab having kids, jst bcs i feel like that would set me up for "blah blah blah wouldn't want kids, but blah blah would!!"

in all honesty, osamu and you had never truly thought about kids. maybe intense debates on what names you hated, compared to ones you thought were cute - but other than that? not really.

so, on an average day at the agency a married couple were brought in to talk about something they witnessed the other day. kunikida and tanizaki were going to speak to them and they had to bring along their small children as they didn't have a babysitter for that moment.

it was honestly no biggie for anyone at the agency, a pair of twins might lighten up the dreary wednesday anyways. when they walked in, everyone greeted them (aside from ranpo, who was in another city for a few days.)

a boy by the name of isamu and a girl by the name of hana were left under your supervision with the help of atsushi. their parents were whisked away to the conference room to explain what happened the other day.

"so, what are your names?" atsushi smiled at the pair as you walked over to osamu at his desk. the two didn't seem to respond to the boy who was crouched down at eye level for the children.

hana and isamu wandered over to your boyfriend and you and asked quite a few questions. chipping atsushi's pride slightly at the kids not wanting to speak to him.

hana pulled on your boyfriend's sleeve before asking him "what's your name?" quietly. osamu looked at her, smiling and ruffling her hair, "osamu dazai, and you both?"

"isamu! he's almost got the same name as you!" the girl giggled at her shy brother. the boy seemed to gravitate towards you more than your boyfriend. "hana.. they told us to be quiet whilst they speak to the detectives!" isamu scolded his sister.

"oh, we're not actually detectives!" osamu begun, shocking you with how good he was with kids. "we're superheroes.." he whispered to the two kids.

you giggled as he began making up stories for the two, and them asking off topic questions.

"how is the moon still in the sky when it's daytime, dazai?"

"because i put it there. duh."

"do you and that lady have kids?"

"not right now."

"why are some people blonde and others brunette?"

"because blonde haired people control the weather and brunettes control night and day."

and soon enough, they went home with their parents. but that 'not right now' lingered until you arrived home with osamu. laying on the couch with his arm around your shoulders, he whispered into your hair.

"today was fun with those two." a sentence that he kissed into the crown of your head, a simple hum in response from you. something was on your mind.

"what are you thinking about, love?" he flicked your forehead. "if we had kids.. y'know?" you whispered.

"well i think kyouka does look up to you an awful lot, do you not see that?" he readjusted to face you. sitting cross-legged on the couch facing each other, hands in his, you spoke. "yeah, i do. 'm just thinking. i do love the family at the agency though."

dazai elaborated for you.

"fukuzawa's the grandad with like the secret lore he doesn't tell anyone about.. yosano's the wine aunt.. ranpo is the uncle that gets too into board games.."

you interrupted him, "atsushi's the housecat that racks up a fortune in medical bills."

as dazai was laughing, you added on, "and you and chuuya are the in-laws that end up drunkenly fighting." to which he nodded through laughter.

"yeah but chuuya makes a fortune so we can't frustrate him too much.. he has to pay for the family get-togethers.." he giggled.

chuuya was no stranger to young parents in the port mafia. today was one of the most important days of the year for the port mafia, a big deal was being signed today so all hands had to be on deck to make sure there was no funny business.

he called you in to keep him company while he was bundled up in his office reading over hundreds of pages of paperwork. you were lying on the couch, helping him by rereading what he had read to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

"chuu? do you want a drink?" you asked, finishing another dozen pages.

"if it isn't too much of a hassle, doll." he sighed, looking thankful at your offer. promptly, you stood up and closed the office door behind you and made your way to a staff room on whatever floor his office was on.

you nodded to the stressed workers that saw you, knowing how much chuuya speaks about you to them. you walked into the staff room and saw a young child.

"hello, can you help me, please?" the young boy spoke. chocolate brown hair covering his forehead - he must have not been older than seven. "of course! what do you need, kiddo?" you asked him as you made a cup of coffee.

"my parents work here but they are very busy today so i had to come in, but i don't know where they have gone. can you please help me?" he asked politely, shocking for someone raised with the mafia.

"of course! do you know who their boss is? i can find their boss with you and find your parents." the child thought for a moment at your question, brows furrowed in concentration.

"they said that he's not tall.. orange hair and a hat. i think." he spoke. you snorted in laughter at the description, the child not knowing he was describing your boyfriend.

"yes.. i know him..!" you giggled, offering a hand to the child. you grabbed the cup in your other hand and walked to chuuya's office. you arrived and walked in, opening the door with your back due to both hands being full.

"hey chuu.. i made a friend! do you know his parents, they work under you, love." you asked as you put down his coffee and ruffled his hair. he looked at the kid and laughed at the situation you were in.

"hey shoyo, your parents brought you in today?" he asked, clearly having met the kid before. shoyo nodded and chuuya looked back to you.

"his dad should be in office 17f." he smiled at you, he looked at the kid again, still holding your hand. "do you want me to check where your mother is, she might be with kouyou?" he asked the boy.

"no, thank you mister. i'll hang out with my dad. he thinks you're really cool, by the way!" the kid smiled up at your boyfriend, the interaction made your heart melt.

"does he now? let him know i will approve his vacation request then." chuuya winked, chuckling at the conversation.

maybe when you two go home you are both laughing a little harder at videos of kids, or smile a little brighter at cute photos.

your boyfriend, tecchou, has a day off today. and you had promised your friend that you would watch over her kid for a few hours. koushi was a quiet kid and already knew you, so it would be dead easy.

however, you didn't want to miss out this day with suehiro. so, he came along with you. you explained to him koushi didn't talk much but was sweet, so it would just be making sure that he doesn't accidentally hurt himself whilst his parents aren't home.

"how old is he?" suehiro asked, driving the car towards their house. "eight, i think. you two will get along, don't worry." you reassured him.

you decided to not tell him yet that the kid was very similar to him and had his own ant farm. koushi also adored the hunting dogs, so you knew once you got the two quiet boys talking they would get along brilliantly.

once you arrived, you opened the door with your spare key and greeted the kid, your slightly timid boyfriend following you. "hey koushi! i brought 'hiro!" you chimed, the blonde boy holding out his hand to shake suehiro's. his parents had already left, knowing you would be just a few minutes behind them. you watched over koushi every couple weeks anyways.

suehiro did not expect the boy to be this polite yet he shook his hand nonetheless. "hello" your boyfriend spoke. you decided to ease up their awkwardness as you took off your shoes and put them in their respective caddy.

"so.. koushi.." you began, both of the boys looking at you as you walked to the living room that belonged to your friend, who wasn't here right now. "still got that ant farm?" you asked. knowing your boyfriend's face just lit up even though you weren't looking at him.

"yes!" koushi gestured for the two of you to sit down as he ran to his room to get his ant farm, clearly excited with his interest on the insects.

'hiro turned to you as you sat down. "you didn't tell me he likes ants!" he whispers, eyes wide. you nodded with a grin on your face, "he also thinks the hunting dogs are the coolest people ever.." you sang, knowing the kid will freak out when tecchou starts talking about his job.

when koushi carefully comes back down, holding a kid's ant farm, tecchou speaks up. "you know, ants have two stomachs. one is to hold food for themselves and the other is for sharing food with other ants." tecchou says, admiring the colony of ants the boy has brought downstairs.

then, the pair continue talking about ants for hours until koushi's parents come home. his mother thanks you and his father asks tecchou about any upcoming missions.

"just a lot of paperwork left over from the last one." tecchou smiles at the older man. "the less fascinating side of being a hunting dog, i suppose!" the father jokes. koushi gasps.

"you've been here, for five hours.. and i didn't know you're a hunting dog?!" koushi stares up at him with wide eyes. your friend invites you to stay for dinner, koushi not wanting you to leave because he wants tecchou to tell him everything about being a hunting dog.

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blorbologist · 10 months

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👀👀

Okay because it's you: we both know I'm Warriors trash, okay? As a result (and the hours and hours and hours in Clangen KBKBKBKH did I tell you about the T4T perc'ahlia one?) I have two cat-ish AUs that'll never happen:

A classic Warriors AU, yknow how it is. Its almost boring how formulaic it is: Percy is a pedigree housecat, whole family slaughtered, blabla, joins a clan, has a ludicrously edgy name like Smokefrost or something. Twins are half-clan, initially taken in by their father due to clan politics before deserting their dad's clan just before earning their names, finding their mother's burned by a forest fire and choosing a third clan that doesn't see them as bartering chips instead. Probably matching corvid names, Ravenheart and Magpietail fit if going by the suffix has meaning scheme. Pike (Pikeshine or something) is actually of a completely different faith to Clan cats but, hey, they needed a healer, and this weird tiny loner can heal, so! She's juggling that while Grog (Strongjaw, a namechange due to his post-beating jaw healing a bit weird) is enjoying beating the shit out of things. Scanlan (Smallsong or Smallstep) is likely a basic-ass Warrior struggling to figure out how to feel valued and useful, fucked a ton of kittypets/loners without thought until Kaylie comes a-knocking and he eventually snaps and leaves the Clan to travel with her (eventually comes back and becomes more of a lorekeeper/homebody than an active warrior). Keyleth is a stupidly young deputy who got the post due to a sign and is struggling a lot with that <3 And ofc Tary is every housecat stereotype imaginable. Doty is a rock. Trinket is an actual fucking bear that Vex is insane enough to have befriended. No one else comes close.

OR, ditching the battle cats bullshit entirely, having all the grand stakes of campaign 1 being just... mild housecat drama. Percy's family aren't dead, he was just rehomed dumbass. The Briarwoods may or may not be the cats of his first owner, who also beat of his family for best in show one time. Vax is going to be rehomed to an old lady across the country. Syldor was a fancy stud cat n caused neighborhood drama when he got out n bam twins have Issues. Kiki's owner is really smart n trying to train and socialize her, but Kiki is a nervous wreck scared of every new trial. Pike's Trickfoot family live in the dumpster out back and piss on the lawn. So on and so forth.

#my aus #ask game #campaign 1 #vox machina #warrior cats #i am cringe but i am free 😤

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archmage-ansrit · 3 months

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I had been pondering and debating whether or not to draw attention to this, since it all began during a time when there were being scams of people that don't even have pets asking for money using stolen pet pictures... but now it's not as important and I've had time to process it.

Warning for mentions of death.

November 2023 we lost one of our cats, and then on December it was the second anniversary of the death of our dog.

Both of them were amazing pets for a person that is so quick to feel drained as I am.

So, I feel like I should talk about them. Starting from the very beginning.

This is Lucky. Not particularly imaginative but he is! My brother found him as a kitten, abandoned in a local park; he was really concerned for the kitten, and took him with him. He took the kitten to the vet because there was something strange on one of the eyes - he has a tiny nick ON HIS EYE, but the vet managed to save the eye!

Mom wasn't super-thrilled, but the kitten endeared himself to her enough to keep.

Then, Thomas.

He 100% used to be a housecat. A coworker of my mom's found him in her backyard, limping a little - knowing we had taken in a cat already, she wondered if we wanted to take in another.

Yes. It helped a lot that this cat is gentle and well-behaved. A quick vet visit revealed the leg was just a bit swollen, probably from a bruise. By the second day he responded to the name we gave him, and when presented a collar, he stood still for us to put it on.

Vet calculated, approximately, he was like 4 or 5 years old already.

Then Blacky, the one that just passed last November. And her kittens.

That is Blacky, The Darling (the one with short hair) and Merida. Not included are Babe (I don't have pictures of her that won't make me Doxx myself), and a male kitten we only had for like 2 weeks before someone else adopted him.

My mom picked Blacky up with her kittens included. At first we thought Blacky was young herself, since she was so small.

We only had a little plate for food, so we worried it would be chaotic. The kittens were actually old enough for kibble, and maybe all of them would jump on the plate at the same time.

Kind of! Blacky actually waited for her kittens to eat - we refilled the plate for the kittens that had yet to eat, and only after we refilled the plate a second time did she begin to eat.

Blacky turned out to be older than we thought, probably 6 years, and had really bad teeth from a life in the street. She was easily angered, and distrustful of Thomas (probably because he is a larger cat), she allowed herself to be picked up only briefly, starting to hiss if we held her for too long. We eventually won her over, and she allowed herself to be handled for longer periods of time.

She became larger, as did her kittens. They were malnourished, but now they had food aplenty.

Then came Spot, the troublemaker.

He only has a single brushstroke of white on his head. Cried a lot, very nervous, but loving and cuddly.

Then, Trooper, our dog.

He was a housepet, no doubt. He could shake! He warned us when he needed to go outside.

Literally followed mom home one day.

Really chill dog. He probably was 6 years when we got him. His teeth were horrid. He didn't run or jump too much.

I loved him as much as I could.

Then, Otto.

He is more energetic than the others, and gets into the occasional fight with others.

Trooper would bark at them whenever that happened, helped get some order back.

Trooper was sick, though, we didn't know how much just yet. He loved getting bits of ham, and French fries, and he nuzzled so gently.

He had kidney problems, and even trying to get medications for him we weren't quite on time. He would have difficulty walking, and, in fact, that picture of him is from the last week he was willing to walk long distances.

The walks had been... I think as good for me as they were for him. I got to know more of my neighborhood. I got fresh air more often.

My phone, at the time, was pretty new, and this is the only picture I have of him on it. My mom has more. I used to be reluctant to take pictures, but something compelled me to take the picture.

He eventually would not even stand, and it was during the middle of Christmas break for the vet, so we had to hold on...

We got him to the vet, had him stay the night, but he got real bad over the night. He looked to be in such pain, we had to let him sleep.

And so we went forward.

2023 comes, and Blacky starts having trouble eating. She had lost several teeth because they had gone so bad they needed to be taken out, and now it seemed the last ones were giving her trouble. Feeding her was difficult, but we endured.

She spent more and more time in my room, as she would go there to avoid Spot and Otto's shenanigans. I leave my door closed because of them, so she understood it was a safe place.

She even got to let Thomas near her.

But even cleaning her teeth would not help her mouth issues, she was losing so much weight, so the difficult choice was made to have the rest taken out. It was a risk because she did NOT do well under the anesthesia the few times she had to have something done.

She came back, no longer any teeth left, but she ate her fill - she even got into dry kibble! She must have been so hungry...

But she, indeed, reacted poorly to the anesthesia. She stopped eating and drinking water regularly.

Oh, she held on to life with all she had. We tried getting her to the vet. She got an IV, medication for her kidneys (she was having a special diet for it, too, before she stopped eating).

She looked so much better! She was perhaps a bit grouchy over being held so long, but she needed warmth...

She held on with everything she had, tried to walk...

But in the end, she passed during the night.

Since I was taking care of her so much and so often, and she hung around my room all the time, my mom gave her my last name for the little memorial we got of her.

Financially, my mom took care of things, as she had been the one to take in the cats in the first place - I could not have done so myself. I can barely take care of myself, but with them, it helped me move in order to take care of them.

I feel like I should have done better, even though, realistically, there wasn't much I personally could have done without being a veterinarian.

Here is to pets. They love us as we love them, and some times, the have to leave sooner than expected.

#ansrit post #loss of a pet #cats #dogs #pets #my pets #pet dog #pet cat #Rescued pets #Picking up strays #adopt a dog #adopt a cat #Pet pictures

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summonhouse · 7 months

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did u know !!!!! i am . INTERESTED in your characters and u should Tell me all about them

WAA WAA WAAA (HITS YOU WITH BRICKS )

Heres two collections of characters .

housecats who ive detailed plenty recently. the perfect person/pp, xerox, catch 22, and amaryllis/no signal. they are (sans amaryllis) fiction aware interdimensional creatures. the perfect person is the hand of god (me as a writer) torturing and assisting fictional creatures, xerox serves to clean up forgotten and abandoned stories lest they become overrun by nightmares and void, catch 22 is the nightmares and void, and amaryllis is pps normal child.

pp's a righteous bitch, extremely erratic and constantly experiencing back and forth. to have personality while also being explicitly and only a tool for someone who enjoys hurt/comfort is existentially hellish; it cannot allow for any personal connection because it will inevitably be torn apart for some writer sanctioned angst. its also only able to do what writers are capable of and so could easily be written stripped of its powers and lives knowing it has to serve or be trashed (which it had been for a year until recently and is still recovering). xerox is nice and sweet, despite regularly killing people and fighting monsters and the other housecats being very mean to him. he wishes everyone had the clarity to enjoy their time on screen and submit gracefully when the curtains close as an inevitability. catch 22 is just miserable and wants to see everything end (as it cannot) so seeks to permanently ruin any story it could. it personally despises pp for reasons i actually cannot remember. something about stealing its partner before it turned into a creepy void centaur? amaryllis is pretty normal, half mortal and ignorant to the larger problems around it really. in canon verse its been kidnapped by catch 22 in the hopes of hurting pp or inspiring it to try and rescue it but pp actually doesnt really care so amaryllis has been left abandoned to rot away in the void. i like to think about what i call "normalverse" aus where that didnt happen and it grows up relatively normal. i think it has a very .. heady personality

heres characters for fibs story which im in the process of rewriting. i originally made it in 2019 and dropped it for 2-3 years and am only now picking it back up so theres a lot of reworking i need to do and explanation is mostly going to be recollection. its about a dog named fib (first guy), he used to be prince lye of the laurel kingdom before labyrinth (second guy), a malicious magical entity, teamed up with another canine to usurp his parents and tossed fib in a magical prison for a decade or so, where fib slowly goes mad. the usurper has since died and so fib has been released, but the magic of his binding has leaked into him and he is now cursed so that he cannot tell the truth, instead automatically saying lies which then warp reality into whatever he had stated. still he is the only one who can take title of king and now struggles to maintain control of his kingdom. he now goes on an adventure to try and track down labyrinth to reverse his curse, learning lessons along the way about self reflection, different nonverbal ways of communication, boundaries and expectations in relationships he has with others, and generally coping with immense trauma. cricket (third guy) hunts fib down during his journey; when fib was a normal boy, so was cricket, and they were young best friends before lye was imprisoned. with no clarity on the situation as someone new takes over the throne, cricket assumes that lye had simply ran away, abandoning the kingdom for worse as the new king subjected the kingdom to needless war, drafting the young cricket who dies on the battle field and resurrects through his rage, digging himself out of his mass grave and now seeking to kill fib. lie (fourth guy) is like totally nothing i just wanted to put him up there LOL hes some sort of spooky doll magical creature who seeks to manipulate fib by feigning kinship, for profit i guess

i love. to think and talk

#ask

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inkybloom-luv · 8 months

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Scandalous lion

@leonistic this is on you and your silly social media scandal sjahbsbsbs enjoy <3

Don't even care if it's ooc, which is a slay

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Idle but uptight chatter filled the room. Tonight was, for better or worse, a political dinner that Leona was somewhat forced to attend. Only somewhat because it was indeed his partner, Soru, who had made him go. They were, in fact, convinced this dinner would help with the economy around one of the borders of the Sunset Savannah. At least he was in attendance along with Leona, seated next to him too, so the oversized housecat would actually stay for the dinner. The adults were making important conversations when that nobleman's daughter, who was also in attendance, spoke right up to talk to Leona, out of boredom or whatever her motives were.

"So you're the second prince? You're hardly seen anywhere I thought you'd be slightly deformed or something like that.", she said, twisting her hair around her finger before continuing to speak "But you sir seem to be the opposite, you look quite good."

"Thank you. Your choice of dress is.. pleasant" Leona responded, rather reluctantly but politely. It was a woman speaking to him and he did receive a compliment. Though he usually did not care much for manners, tonight had to work. Why was he so set on it working out? Soru said they'd be his pillow for an entire day. For that, he'd even attend classes for a day.

They continued to eat, though most of the conversation making was left to Soru, simply because the young lady their age seemed to be trying to make moves on Leona. He didn't appreciate them, neither of them did. It wasn't like they were officially dating in the public eye, Leona just really didn't want to deal with that mess yet. Though whatever was happening now sure didn't help, since the flirting between the guest's daughter and him was not a mutual thing. Through sheer coincidence and perhaps foolish ideals on the noble's end of the line she kept saying all the wrong things, it was honestly quite embarrassing. Initially there was a press conference after this in a room adjacent to the dining hall they were using. The one they were in right now was larger to accommodate more people. He'd leave if the young lady continued, but that would leave Soru behind. In that moment, for whatever reason, be it a dust particle or someone, like ruggie, talking about Leona, he sneezed.

"I'd say king of beasts bless you, but I believe he's already done so." She said to him. "Listen, your highness, how about you and I take a walk together after dinner?" She asked, which he denied, but she didn't want to take that no for an answer it seemed.

Unfortunately that seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. He got up wordlessly, picking up Soru and throwing them above his shoulder.

"I was trying to be polite and let your sad attempts at flirting slide but no means no and I am not interested. I already have a lovely partner with which I am leaving. Good. day." He said, clearly through gritted teeth and bared fangs, taking long, proud and quick strides that reeked of aggravation.

He didn't care that he would be walking through a room where the press was waiting, not even when he threw open the door and in a single moment of uncalculated and rash thoughts, took a mic and with a stern voice he spoke into it.

"Listen up, this here is my partner and I don't want to be with anyone but him..!"

Sweet as those words were he did get smacked in the back by a slightly raging Soru, who could not believe that he just did that in front of a live camera feed before running off. It was so out there that Soru even brought it up again in his bedroom right as he laid down on them with basically his whole weight. He groaned against her stomach in response.

"'m not taking any more of that crap. People who don't take no for an answer should get bent." He almost growled. Really all he wanted to do now was hide in his lover's arms and maybe he could do that. Just until both of them realised the giant media scandal that was building up now, thanks to Leona's rash actions. I mean, who'd have guessed that Leona Kingscholar of all people would suddenly show up with a lover, nevermind one that seemed to be nonexistent, seeing as there were hardly any records of them at all.

#moots!! <3 #soru! 🍞#inky's works #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x oc #leona twst #leona twisted wonderland #this was based on a joke

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pa-stella · 2 years

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Flufftober 2022 - 20.10

The story told by Samatoki is inspired by The Littlest Witch/Streghetta mia, one of the best Italian books for young girls in my opinion.

Title: Housecat Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Characters: Samatoki and Nemu Prompt: Bedtime Stories Words count: 417 Contents: G-rated, a little angsty due to Aohitsugi family past, mention of verbal violence.

The door was closed shut, but it wasn’t enough to cover their father’s screams and insults. Samatoki eyed the entrance of the small bedroom as he sat on the bed. On his side, he could feel his sister Nemu trembling.

“You don’t need to be afraid.” He told her. “Nothing bad will happen to us.”

The little girl sniffled a little, but didn’t respond.

The yelling just kept getting louder and louder and he knew he needed to do something to distract Nemu. “Do you want to hear a story?” She nodded and he took a deep breath.

“Once upon a time, there was a couple with six daughters. Three of them had dark hair like their father, the other three had blond hair like their mother.” He explained, trying to ignore the screams beyond the door. “One day, though, they discovered they were going to have another baby and, when she was born, they were surprised to see her hair was re-”

He interrupted himself to look at his sister and smiled.

“White as the snow.”

“White? Like ours?” Nemu asked excitedly.

“Yes. As she grew up, many strange things started to happen. She was able to fly using brooms, mirrors didn’t show her image… the loner housecat loved her.”

“Loner..? Sounds like you.” She giggled. “Can its name be Samatoki?”

“Uh… okay.” He chuckled with her. “Well, these phenomena made her older sisters think that she might have been a witch. While they were doing some research about witches, a very bad man heard them and decided to kidnap their baby sister.”

“Oh, no!”

“He was very evil. He wanted to use her magic to make money.”

“So evil…”

Samatoki nodded. “The man secretly followed the sisters back home and tried to kidnap the poor girl. But he hadn’t been careful enough, because the cat-”

“Samatoki!”

He sighed. “Yes, the cat Samatoki saw what he was doing and attacked him! The noise made the entire family hasten. They stopped the bad man and he was arrested.”

Nemu looked pensive. “What happened to the girl?”

“She studied a lot and became a powerful witch.”

“And Samatoki?”

“The cat never left her side.”

They both took a glance at the door. Their parents’ fight was still on.

“Brother…”

“Yes?”

“Will you protect me? Like the cat in your story?”

Samatoki tried his best to smile and hugged her tightly. “I’ll always protect you, Nemu. No matter what will happen to our family… we will always be together.”

#flufftober2022 #day 20 #hypnosis mic #samatoki aohitsugi #nemu aohitsugi #writing? in this economy?#hypmic

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warriors-rewritten-chaos · 1 year

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Detailed Plot Summary- Into the Wild Part 1

This is inspired by Old Faces, New Dawn’s style of writing their rewrite’s books. I stole the general story beats for this from the warriors wiki’s summary of the book. I have changed a lot more plot details then I did before and need to redo allegiances AGAIN (honestly I’ll probably just edit the third round of allegiances and delete the other ones that are no longer rewrite-canon). Anyway, here we go!

The prologue begins with a battle between ThunderClan and RiverClan. The battle is not going well for ThunderClan, so the ThunderClan Deputy Thrushpelt calls his Warriors to retreat. While most follow his command, a Warrior named Tigerclaw ignores the order and continues fighting, much to the confusion of the other combatants, who assumed the battle was over since a retreat was called. Thrushpelt tries to make Tigerclaw stop but almost gets attacked by the angry tom for his troubles until another ThunderClan cat named Redtail steps in and manages to help calm Tigerclaw down enough to convince him to leave. As the three leave, some RiverClan Warriors taunt them, calling Thrushpelt a useless Deputy who can’t control his own stupid Warriors. The prologue ends with the three leaving the battlefield and Tigerclaw glaring daggers into Redtail and Thrushpelt’s backs as he slowly stalks behind them. Bluestar, ThunderClan’s Leader, is given a prophecy by the Seer Spottedleaf: “Fire alone will save the Clans”...

The story proper begins with the young housecat Rusty waking up from a strange dream in which he was a living flame running through the forest in pursuit of a massive shadow. Rusty notes that this isn't the only strange dream he’s had recently and he goes out to see a friend of his named Ferris about the dream, reasoning that if any cat could make sense of it it would be him. Rusty meets up with Ferris and his housemates Pinecone, Xena, and Pollyanna and tells Ferris about his dream. While the elderly tom is normally fairly reserved and calm, his demeanor changes dramatically when Rusty informs him about his recent dreams and asks if he knows what they could mean. He becomes incredibly incensed and almost panicked, pinning Rusty to the floor with strength that Rusty didn't know he had and demands that Rusty never ever go into the forest and that it will be the death of him.

Pinecone and Xena pull a still manic and screeching Ferris off of Rusty and try to calm him down while Pollyanna quickly escorts Rusty out of their house. When Rusty asks about what the heck just happened with Ferris, she explains that her parents (Ferris and Pinecone) both came from a group of wild cats that lived in the forest. Neither of them ever talk about forest life at all so she and her sister Xena don’t know much about it, but she assumes that whatever happened to them there wasn't good. Rusty leaves, confused and even more curious than ever. On the way home, he runs into his older sister Princess sitting in her yard sunning herself. She tells him that as much as she’d love to catch up with him, his best friend Smudge has been running all over the neighborhood looking for him and he should see what he wants.

Upon meeting up with Smudge, the two engage in the latest gossip while Rusty tells Smudge about his dreams. Smudge discourages going into the forest because “everybody knows those forest cats are dangerous, Russ! they killed a kit two years ago, remember?!” He also informs Rusty that the city is becoming just as dangerous as the forest is. A group of cats calling themselves the Coven of Blood are starting to take over many areas in the city. Rusty just laughs at this and calls it a bunch of edgy cats roleplaying as being tough, but Smudge insists that he’s heard talk that they kill cats in order to gain influence and power over others. Before Smudge goes home, he makes Rusty promise him that he won’t go into the woods. Rusty promises but...

Despite all the warnings he’s been given, Rusty still sneaks into the forest anyway. He ends up lost and gets attacked by a cat around his age named Graypaw. Graypaw tries to chase him off back out of the woods, but Rusty fights back. Suddenly, two cats emerge from the woods and introduce themselves as Bluestar and Lionheart of ThunderClan. Bluestar is impressed by Rusty’s courage and determination and offers him the opportunity to become a member of her Clan. She tells him to return the next night with his answer. Rusty goes home, thinks it over, and decides that he will join ThunderClan.

Smudge catches Rusty leaving his house for the last time, and the two have an explosive argument over him leaving that ends with Smudge yowling that he hopes that Ferris was right and Rusty does die in the woods because he sure as heck won’t miss him! With that, Rusty runs into the woods. Once there, he meets up with Graypaw, Lionheart, and a new cat he’s never met, Whitestorm, who is thankfully also really nice.

When Rusty, Lionheart, Graypaw, and Whitestorm arrive at camp, Bluestar holds a Clan meeting to introduce Rusty to the Clan and give him a new name and a mentor. The meeting is highjacked by multiple cats who are against having a kittypet join the Clan (namely Darkstripe, Robinwing, Dustpaw, Longtail, and Sandpaw). One of these cats, Sandpaw, challenges Rusty to a duel while viciously mocking him. Before Bluestar can even try to diffuse the situation, Rusty agrees to the duel and jumps down off the highrock and starts fighting her. While he doesn't exactly win, he does fight rather well, and the fact his collar was torn clean off him in the fight is used as a sign that StarClan favors his joining. He is renamed Firepaw by Bluestar and is given a friendly Senior Warrior named Rosetail as his mentor.

The triumphant moment is cut short when another ThunderClan apprentice, Ravenpaw, comes sprinting into camp wild-eyed, hyperventilating, and yowling something unintelligible. Dustpaw, who turns out to be his brother, immediately runs to him and supports him when he faints. While a cat runs off to fetch the Healer, Featherwhisker, another cat enters the camp holding a lifeless body in his jaws. This cat is Tigerclaw, and the body is that of Redtail. He explains that Redtail and the Clan’s Deputy Thrushpelt had been on patrol with him and Ravenpaw near Sunningrocks when they were ambushed by a group of RiverClan Warriors and Thrushpelt and Redtail were both killed. He was unable to obtain Thrushpelt’s body for burial, however. Dustpaw is deeply saddened by his mentor’s death but perks up when he is given the smug-looking Darkstripe as his new mentor. Bluestar also makes Lionheart the Clan’s new Deputy to replace Thrushpelt. A funeral is held for the two deceased later that night, which Firepaw attends. He meets many new faces and interacts with them, and becomes friends with Ravenpaw despite Dustpaw’s reservations.

He trains over several uneventful weeks under Rosetail and while she trains him hard, she also makes sure he has fun and the two bond pretty closely with each other. Bluestar also keeps a close eye on his training. Firepaw also overhears some interesting information one day while eating some prey: Runningwind, having come back from a patrol to discuss the deaths of Thrushpelt and Redtail with RiverClan and to obtain Thrushpelt’s body for a proper burial, privately tells Bluestar that while the RiverClan patrol he and his patrol group met with fully admitted that one of their own had killed Thrushpelt and that that cat was being punished to the full extent, they swore up and down that he was the only one killed in the fight and that Redtail had left the encounter alive. Interested in the mystery, Firepaw decides to investigate on his own time.

On his first solo hunting assignment, Firepaw encounters an injured, sick, and starving molly just lying in the grass, unmoving. While he panics and worries aloud that he’s stumbled on a dead body, she manages to lift her head and rasp out a “I’m not dead yet, stupid kit”. Firepaw gives her his prey to eat, and she introduces herself as Yellowfang. Just then, Bluestar and Rosetail show up, Rosetail having gotten a bad feeling when her apprentice didn't return to camp for a long time. Yellowfang tries to leave but is too weak to even stand. Bluestar immediately recognizes her as being ShadowClan’s Healer and she is rushed back to camp for treatment, as a Medicine Cat dying on their territory would look badly for ThunderClan. Firepaw takes care of Yellowfang after being assigned the job as punishment for not immediately informing a patrol of the strange cat on their territory before anything else. Yellowfang begins to recover, and privately admits to Firepaw, Featherwhisker, and Spottedleaf that she has been exiled from ShadowClan but refuses to elaborate on why this is.

#Warrior Cats #warrior cats rewrite #smudge obviously didn't mean what he said to rusty before he left #they're both kids and kids say stuff like that all the time #they reconcile later on don't worry #you might be wondering who killed thrushpelt: it was leopardfur #her foster sister sunfish died from wounds sustained in the sunningrocks battle and she was overwhelmed by her grief #and that made her vengeful and angry towards thunderclan #plot changes

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beanmaster-pika · 1 year

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psst. can i ask for some trivia about your ocs they sound interesting

Absolutely you can thank you so much for asking!!! Here we go!!!!!!!

1) Working title “My roommate the demon lord”

Okay so the MC was raised in a strict household and she was always studying as a kid, when she grew up and got her degree she became an office worker and moved out as fast as she could. UNFORTUNATELY due to a mix of never being taught and being So Fucking Tired she’s terrible at housework and now she’s just some lady in her mid-twenties with no friends that aren’t work colleagues. So she’s eating takeout in her apartment one night, spots a cockroach (as you do when your living space is a mess), tries to ignore it but then it flies right at her and she’s scrambling around trying to avoid it and spilling sauce all over her floor and then it’s hurtling straight at her face and she lets out a bloodcurdling scream and BOOM. Something (someone?) squishes it in their hand. She passes out but after she wakes back up it turns out the sauce spilled in a summoning circle and her scream was a a poorly-pronounced incantation and she’s summoned a demon.

You know how a lot of manga will use Christian-adjacent stuff with like angels and things like that? Yeah. So the demon was once an angel that had been responsible for being a caretaker for the realm’s god’s new creations, and he was supposed to be unfeeling being made of only logic and loyalty while carrying out Her will, but in the process of looking after Her creations he developed emotions. Stuff happens, he becomes a demon, and the angels who are under his jurisdiction fall with him. He feels guilty about it because they only followed him out of their loyalty protocol, and he petitions to God to let them back up. She agrees, and he’s left alone in the subrealm/Hell. And He’s Feeling The Empty Nest. The MC tries to kick him out but he took one look at her living conditions and was like Nope, I’m fixing this first, and so he gets to enjoy living with and taking care of another person again and properly teaches her how to take care of herself. It’s a healing experience for both of them as they become friends and their loneliness dissipates, and they can like. Feel safe enough to settle the things that have happened to them across their lives.

Additional trivia:

-the demon has a demon cat who comes out of the portal as a regular housecat. She is fluffy and they adore her.

-MC still has to speak to her parents once a year or so. Since she’s been out of school for a while her mom is insistent she get married and tries to matchmake her, so there’s a fake dating arc to throw her off. The issue is the MC actually has a crush on one of her colleagues who unfortunately runs into the party while demon roomie is pretending to be her boyfriend and she’s like “oh my gosh you didn’t tell me you were dating someone! :D” and MC goes “*vice grip on demon roomie’s wrist* Kill me”

-at some point God goes to check on Her demon boy, finds out he’s gone, and pays a visit. MC, who’s got mom issues galore, nearly starts a physical altercation and calls Her out for what she considers to be a disproportionately harsh sentence. God agrees, which kinda knocks the wind out of her sails. I haven’t yet figured out how I want the conversation to resolve or even written out the full dialogue.

-MC’s crush is a herbo

2) Villainess isekai

-I’ve actually decided on names for my characters for this one!

-the MC’s “name” is Sabrina. She was a grad student and while collecting samples with some of her undergrads disaster struck and one of them died in the accident

-she’s overcome with guilt about it because they were her responsibility and then she gets hit by Truck-kun while thinking about it

-she tries to put it behind her because the plot waits for no one! The royal family has invited young noblewomen for a stay in the capital to arrange for the first prince to get married. Sabrina’s parents send her in to win, kill the prince after he becomes king, and use her authority as queen regent to free her great-aunt who had been imprisoned for attempting a coup against the warmongering former king. That king had also been killed by his queen before he could escalate aggression with their neighbors into full blown war.

-There’s No Way In Hell she’ll fight her way to her death so she tries to find where her great-aunt is being kept and jailbreak her the old-fashioned way. Then she can leave the palace right?

-and this is a villainess isekai after all so!

—Lady Stella: original protagonist. Sabrina hangs out with her for a bit in the beginning to try to throw off the events of the original novel enough that she has a fighting chance to survive, piquing her interest, and she observes Sabrina for a while throughout the first couple arcs. She concludes that she likes what she sees and earnestly befriends her, and from there it grows into falling in love.

—Sir Vicidia: castle-assigned knight of Stella. Originally a capture target. Protective of her, somewhat hostile to Sabrina. It’s not that she’s done anything, they just don’t get along.

—Sir Borace: I forgot the name is spelled Boris and just went “rhymes with Horace.” Vicidia’s childhood friend; knight assigned to Sabrina (the Sabrina of the novel had a different knight with the power of Bribery). Was killed somewhat early on in the original novel, and so was the lady he protected soon after. He’s a gentle giant and Sabrina’s first true friend in this world. He knits her a shawl and she cries about it :)

—Jay: son of a vassal family to Sabrina’s, but his aunt is her mother so they’re also cousins. Originally a capture target. In the novel Sabrina used him cruelly as an assassin, and Stella’s kindness to him when she met him made him feel happy and safe. This Sabrina doesn’t do such terrible things for obvious reasons but also he’s like 18/19 and reminds her of her undergrads so she lowkey dotes on him because Guilt. After a while he tries to do his job anyway because of Family Guilt (there’s a whole thing with disgrace and regaining their honor as her family’s foremost vassals and he feels a lot of pressure) and he takes a stab wound for her and after she’s sure that he’ll be fine afterwards when he’s been treated she’s like “thank you but do NOT do that again I’m your older cousin which means I’m responsible for your safety not the other way around. Do you understand me.” I’m frustrated with stories like ‘my next life as a villainess’ (Keith I’m so sorry the author did that to you) which i otherwise enjoyed and that’s what spawned Jay. They’re family!!!!!!

-little note but I really wanted to write a protagonist like Cale or Lloyd from Greatest Estate Developer but I feel like I’ve written Sabrina as too earnest 😔

#thank you for asking dragon!!!!!!!!!#I didn’t explain the vn idea because it isn’t very fleshed out yet at all but the genres are murder mystery/romance/supernatural #two focus on supernatural four focus on murder mystery and one focuses on romance #the other stuff is still present in each but to lesser degrees #replies #tinydragondreamer #ocs

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sanguisirae · 2 years

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[ eyes ] & [ face ] ? :3

˗ˏˋ physical features meme

˗ˏˋ eyes: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they’re alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.

well, we’re going to be able to make more Big Cat references here, y’know. and also we’re going to get into some more “what tf was going on with the terrain and the likes of volkreg”, because those two things also have influence.

so, razer notably has very nice pale blue eyes; incredibly expressive even when he does his best to not express himself otherwise. he does have long, dark lashes, and as all adult vokregan hunters do, his eyes also have a dark mask around them. the assumption is that this dark mask helps by reducing reflected light that could interfere with sight while hunting. in context of volkreg’s terrain, it makes enough sense, but that’s not what this is. i’ll discuss the markings in the next section.

any person who has never seen a volkregan, but knows OF them, would assume that they would have slit pupils like housecats, because that stereotype seems to be slapped onto “hunters”, but actually, razer and other volkregans have round pupils like lions or large cats. they can hunt at any time they need to, and round pupils are great for that. additionally, slit pupils are seen in predator animals that hunt closer to the ground, like a house-cat, and volkregans range in heights much like humans, so they don’t need that sort of adapted depth perception.

razer is always alert, and he looks like it. he watches people like a cat will watch people...

˗ˏˋ face: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what’s the size and shape of their nose, what’s the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.

we should start this one off by noting that razer is the equivalent of a young adult, and hasn’t actually fully grown into his body. there’s a post somewhere that says he was initially thought up to be the equivalent of 19 or so, despite chronologically being a good thousand or so ( earth ) years old. there’s also something to be said about razer’s diet when it comes to how gaunt he often looked.

his underlying facial structure does point to sharp cheekbones, he’s very angular in general. but, aside from his markings and ashen skin tone, razer’s facial structure is pretty damn similar to a human being. there was a common misconception that volkregans had pointed ears, but they don’t.

now, the black markings that razer has serve to accentuate his face. notably, volkregans were actually VERY expressive; razer is just emotionally stunted. the markings actually help by making the hunter look more intimidating to prey if somehow a face-off happens. but, the markings are also based in ritual. no two volkregans have the same markings. on that note, not all volkregans are designated as “hunters”! the best example here is ilana, who does have ritual markings, but lacks the “hunter’s mask”. i’ll make a whole ass post about volkregan society and whatnot, but that’s just a sidenote!

as he grows older, he becomes less gaunt, but still maintains “sharp” features.

#› i see red‚ my blood is boiling ❜

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beneaththetangles · 20 days

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First Impression: Tonari no Yokai-San

Today is a big day for 20-year-old housecat Buchio, but he’s not too happy. Our little bro is going through a big change. His tail is starting to split, signifying his transition from a typical cat into a walking, talking nekomata. However, he’s a bit shy about this new transition as nekomata don’t have the best of reputations, and he just wants to live a normal life. However, after some reassurance from his family, he accepts his new transition…though there are a few problems. First, the paperwork. Newly reborn yokai must register and sign up for health insurance. A daunting task for humans, much less cats. (Don’t get me started about signing up for insurance.) Second, Buchio wants to discover what hidden powers his new form has. After getting some advice from other local yokai, he finds himself under the tutelage of Tachibana, a bakegitsune who attempts to teach him the art of transforming into a human form. It’s slow going, but with some encouragement from his family, Buchio gets on the right path. Meanwhile, Mutsumi, a young girl who lives in the village with her mom and grandmom awaits the return of her father, who disappeared under mysterious circumstances. While everyone is holding out hope that he’ll show up one day, a mysterious phone call that she overhears seemingly confirms the worst. But what exactly happened to him? This is just one of the many mysteries in a typical day in Fuchigamori, a town where the supernatural is the standard.

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brawltogethernow · 2 years

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hey hey hey brawl. write the spiderman fic where anti-mutant bigots think jj is one of them because of how he is about spider-man and he experiences no personal insight whatsoever in reaction to this but is so offended he dedicates the front cover of the Bugle to spotlighting the X-Men for like three days straight and peter is keysmash feelings. do iiiiit i want to read.

Because you sent this more than a month after you pitched it, I was briefly like, "This sounds so familiar. I didn't propose this...right...?;;" Anyway I finally assembled myself, here you go.<3

The Daily Bugle didn't take walk-ins.

Three men knocked on J. Jonah Jameson's office door. One was young and tall and pale. One was middle-aged, short, and approximately dumpling-shaped. The third had a waxed, curly mustache, which completely distracted from all his other features.

JJJ himself threw open the door and glowered at them. "Who the hell are you people supposed to be?" he barked.

The short one crinkled his eyes up in a winning grin. "We hate people like Spider-Man."

The Daily Bugle didn't take walk-ins...theoretically.

Jonah's forbidding countenance melted at once into perfect amicability. "Well, why didn't you say so? Come in, friends!"

Peter sidled into the Bugle bullpen. He did not strictly work there right then, but no one ever revoked his keycard.

He wove his way to Betty Brant's desk and stole the remains of her bagel off her plate. "What's the news, beautiful?"

Betty predicted her old ex's carb crimes and waved a hand around to intercept him, but missed completely because her gaze was fixed on her boss's office door, her eyes alight as she worried the end of her pen distractedly between her teeth.

"Jonah's with some guys," she said. "I'm pretty sure they're HAM."

"Jonah's finally getting better deli meat for the breakroom?" Why did that sound familiar?

Betty gestured abstractly with the pen. "Not ham, like meat. HAM, like meatheads. It's one of those armchair extremist movements Twitter keeps pretending they don't know how to ban."

"That narrows it down."

"It's short for... Rats. Something militia?"

Peter twitched abortively for the door.

Betty reached over and smacked his arm without taking her eyes off Jonah's office. "Honestly, Peter," she said, "you haven't changed since we were teenagers. It's not a real militia. Don't go anywhere."

He would sense it if they were armed, right? Right?

Jonah stuck a cigar in his mouth. He chewed it. He was trying to quit.

"--so nice to see a man in your position who cares about the important things," the short one was saying. He seemed to be the main mouthpiece.

Jonah's mustache quivered pleasantly.

"About upholding accountability for people dragging down our community."

"Yeah, yeah," agreed Jonah, succumbing to autopilot and lighting a preemptive celebratory cigar.

"People who don't know what 'neighborhood' means."

"EXACTLY," exclaimed Jonah, smacking his hand on his desk.

Betty swiped out of the search engine on her phone. "Okay, it stands for 'Humans Against Mutants'," she said. "Sorry, I was remembering a sarcastic nickname." She fussed with the phone a little more and then put it down.

Right, right, Peter remembered why it was familiar now. He had punched some of them. Shoulda guessed.

He fixed his own hard glare on Jonah's silent door, still feeling twitchy even though his spider-sense stayed silent. "Betty," he said. "Darling Betty. Why are you giving me this news like a gift? Why is this a good thing?"

Betty finally turned to him and smiled in a mischievous way that reminded Peter of gleefully murderous little housecats.

She said, "You don't want to see what happens once Jonah figures out what their angle is?"

"I would love to collaborate with you gentlemen," said Jonah, shaking hands vigorously and indiscriminately. "You're an upright, civic-minded bunch, I can tell." He gestured his good cigar box at them. The younger one took one. Jonah spread his arms wide, biting off a half-manic grin. "I think this is the start of a beautiful partnership. Where do you want to start?" He took a cheerful puff of his not-for-lighting cigar.

"Well, we're especially focused on the mutant threat," said the short one.

Jonah choked on his inhale and started coughing around the cigar.

"Public opinion about them is very in their favor these days," he continued obliviously. "It's just disgusting. Dangerous. But your Spider-Man platform is the perfect jumping-off point. Start with one target and then ease people in from there."

"Boiling frogs," nodded the mustache sagely.

Jonah reached over to his 'decorative' ashtray and ground out his cigar with force. His lips peeled back to reveal crooked tombstone teeth. He inhaled.

Robbie walked over to Betty's desk and knocked on it, two short knuckle taps. "What are you two standing around gawping at?" he asked. "Peter, didn't I fire you?"

"Can't write about bloodshed you don't watch," said Betty. "It's a good day in the office, Mr. Robertson."

"...And why is that?" inquired Robbie, who loved Betty like a daughter and knew her very well, with trepidation.

"Wait for it," said Betty.

With the decisive violence of an erupting volcano, there was a blast of raw sound from behind the office door that was only just distinguishable as a voice everyone in the building was familiar with screaming: "W H A T ?"

Robbie scrunched up his face and braced himself against the desk like the sound had had the hair-ruffling gale force it seemed it must have. "...Why is that good, Miss Brant."

Betty twirled her pen on her fingertips and beamed up at him, squinching her eyes. "He isn't mad at us!"

Jonah's door slammed open, the knob bouncing off the abused brass wall guard. "Out, out!" bellowed Jonah, pursuing his visitors waving both arms, one of which was holding an empty mug that read ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ's ᴍᴏsᴛ ʙᴏss like a club. "Out, out of my office, out of my building, out! Hell, leave the state while you're at it! I used to be the mayor of this town! I still have connections!"

"I thought--" sputtered the short one. Jonah brandished the mug at him and he skipped out of the way. "With your vigilante-combatting crusade-- Surely you--" He panted. "You must see that our priorities--"

"I don't hate Spider-Man because he has powers!" shouted Jonah, "I hate him because he's a--"

"Wow," Peter said about a minute into the following deluge. "That's not fit for print."

"You want mutants in my paper so badly!?" finished Jonah, backing the little posse up against the exit. "I'll run nothing but mutants for weeks! --You, wait!"

This last was directed at the tall one, who was at the back of the group. Before he could scurry out of the room Jonah seized him by one shoulder, spun him around, and (juggling the mug) reached into his shirt pocket and plucked out his gifted cigar.

He dropped it in the mug and then pushed the man out the door. He kicked it shut, visibly aiming to clip any lingering ankles.

"Beautiful," said Betty. She tapped her phone to wake it, revealing that it was already open to a contact labeled "Sid S. (Bugle Security)". She hit the call button.

"Would somebody," projected Jonah, "call security and--"

"I'm already doing it!" chirped Betty, waving at him with her phone hand.

"Wh-- Well, good! The rest of you layabouts, take a note of Miss Brant's work ethic!"

Betty mugged a little smugly.

Peter had drifted over to a street-facing window and was looking down out of it, forehead practically touching the glass.

"Bigots!" Jonah was muttering, pacing back and forth strangling the air with his hands. "Hate groups! Trying to use my editorials as propaganda! Me! J. Jonah Jameson!" He twisted his grip on nothing viciously. "As if I would allow that! As if I would think like that! Nobody without their head so deep underground it's coming up in Australia would believe that of me! I'm not... I... ...Do people...really think...I'm like that?"

Silence.

Someone shuffled papers. The sound carried.

Jonah inhaled, deep and angry, then let the breath out as a sigh, his shoulders slumping. The room tensed further in a way it hadn't when it had seemed like he was about to yell.

For a moment, with his posture crumpling, Jonah came dangerously close to looking his age.

Then he straightened back up, recovering his usual vim. "Well, we'll just see what they think this time next month! That's a good idea--somebody put up a comparative poll on the website. Now, speaking of layabouts--" He swiveled his head back and forth, scouring the bullpen. "Wait, where's Parker?"

"He left," supplied Betty. "Just now. Tore out of the room like he thought you were going to hit him."

Jonah huffed. "That punk! Some people just don't know how to act."

"What a bust!" the short man said. He kicked a piece of trash viciously off the sidewalk in front of the Bugle building and into the road. "This city is crawling with pamphlet-hawking, soy-drinking, gene sympathizers."

"There's no hope for mutie-lovers," grumbled the tall one.

"Eyyy-men," sighed the one with the mustache.

"Hey," said a new voice, coming from directly overhead.

They looked up.

Blank white lens eyes greeted them.

"We're nonviolent," said the squat one.

"Bully for you," said Spider-Man. "I'm not."

"Interviews!" barked Jonah. "Aren't we supposed to not talk over people? Amplify voices?"

"Suppose we are," said Robbie.

"WELL, SOMEBODY FIND ME SOMETHING TO AMPLIFY!"

"Oh, really?" Betty was saying into her phone. "No, just let him have them. Past the doors is public property; we aren't liable." She hung up, satisfied.

"--and if he isn't back here by the time I've set one up I'll get pictures from Grant, and next time he darkens my doorstep I'll mail him to the Globe in a giftwrapped box!"

"Well, fellas," said Spider-Man, dusting off his hands, "I'm not sure you've brought me around to the whole 'path of nonviolence' thing. But I've never been very zen. Maybe next time."

He leapt up onto the wall and started creeping around to the back of the building. He had had to bolt down two floors to find an unobserved window to jump out of. Totally worth it. "Honestly," he said. "Some people just don't know how to act."

Jonah paced around in an even higher dudgeon than his usual. "Somebody get me a mutant!" he barked. "Why haven't we got any mutants in this room!?"

"Good question," muttered Robbie.

"I had better not hear that we don't have any in the whole building!"

"That's oddly noble," said Glory, who had persisted in picking at the assignment she had open on her laptop at her desk right by Jonah's door through the whole ruckus.

"If I consult somebody who's not already salaried I'll have to PAY them!"

"Aaaaand there it is."

"Do something about it! Start a new hiring program!"

"We have hiring programs now?" asked Peter.

"WHOA, where did you come from," said Betty, startling hard.

Peter shrugged with the arm that wasn't braced on Betty's desk. His hair was mussed and his face was a little flushed. "I had to call my aunt," he said. "For an emergency...fashion consultation. For her. Not me. I think my sense of style is great, don't you?"

"No comment. Do you remember when we met and you wore yellow vests every single day?"

"That is a blistering lack of comment."

"I didn't say I didn't like the yellow vests. Whatever happened to them?"

"I think someone I dated after you might have burned them. Just shows you have superior taste."

"MJ?"

"I think it might have been Felicia.... Have you met Felicia?"

"It's not right!" Jonah continued to rant in the office foreground. "Ostracizing people just because they have powers! It's not right!"

Peter cupped his hands around his mouth and called over, "Gee, does that mean you're going to go easier on the old wallcrawler?" Then he jammed his fingers into his ears.

"SPIDER-MAN GOES OUT EVERY DAY OF HIS OWN VOLITION AND--"

Betty whapped Peter on the arm.

"--A PEST, WHO GOES WHERE HE IS NEITHER WANTED NOR NEEDED-- Wait, Parker?" Jonah did enough of a double take to finally stop pacing. "Why is it you're never here when I want you--"

"I don't work here," said Peter.

"--but the walls spit you out whenever there's an opportunity for a smart comment-- Huh? Well why the hell are you here if you don't work for me!?"

"Can't I drop in to visit my first love, and, frankly, the only woman I've ever--"

"Aren't you back with MJ again?" interrupted Betty.

"While she's on the clock," said Jonah, "no, you cannot."

"Oh, shame," said Peter. "In that case, my rates have increased by twenty percent."

Jonah spluttered. "In my eye they have--!"

"Fifteen."

"Five and I'll send May a gift basket.'

"Make it an edible arrangement and we've got a deal."

They shook on it. Betty rolled her eyes fondly between them.

Jonah plunked his ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ's ᴍᴏsᴛ ʙᴏss mug down on Betty's desk, fished the cigar out of it, and jammed it between his teeth, unlit.

"I am not a bigot, Parker," he chewed out around it.

"No, sir."

"I am not always ahead of the times, but I am a fair man."

"It's true, sir."

"And if people don't see that, I'll just make them see!" He slammed his fist on Betty's desk. "So I want PICTURES! PICTURES OF X-MEN!"

"....It just doesn't sound right...." muttered Peter. Betty shook her head.

"And if that's not close enough to your specialty, then I don't even know why I keep you around! --Not," he added, "that the X-Men and all the other X-people are anything like that Spider-Man!"

"Oooof course not," said Peter.

"But they've got to be the same kind of tricky shot!"

"So you admit I take tricky shots."

"WHY DO YOU THINK I PAY YOU SO MUCH, HUH?"

"I don't think you--"

"Parker!"

"Alright, alright."

Jonah thrust out his hand, expression a picture. "You'd better actually have something good for me after all this haggling."

"Of course!" said Peter, waving his hands in a very unconvincing reassuring/defensive combo motion. "Just hold that pose while I get a flash drive made up."

Jonah's mustache flexed. "How long will that take?"

"Couple hours?"

Jonah inhaled preexplosively.

"Here," said Betty, turning her laptop around and pushing it at Peter. "Just get them off the cloud."

Peter stared at her. He blinked once, slowly. "I'm not...in the cloud?

"The camera I gave you last winter backs up automatically to the cloud. I set it up before I gave it to you because I knew you wouldn't. I wrote the account information in the card and told you to change the password. Did you even look at the card?"

Peter began to look alarmed. "It does?"

After several minutes of Betty reassuring him he wasn't going to be in a data leak ("Honestly, what's in your camera roll? State secrets? Nudes?"), Peter hunched over and started picking at the keyboard. "You're in luck," he said. "Tuesday the original lineup took some newbies out and closed a portal to the prehistoric era out in Hamilton."

"And you were in Hamilton?" put in Betty. "With your camera?"

"My rent just went up," said Peter. "Thing is, JJ, they were teaming up with--"

"Son," interrupted Jonah, "I've done so much for you. I value you as an employee--as family even. Now, for me: Don't say Spider-Man."

"...Bernie Sanders."

Jonah sighed and ran his hands down his face. Several desks over, Robbie stifled a laugh into his fist in a passable impression of a cough.

Leaving one hand over his eyes, Jonah pointed at Betty's laptop. "Show me the damn pictures, Parker."

"Not bad...." gruffed Jonah, clicking through the pictures rapidly. "It's good the original five are there--they're classic, reliable, people are used to them capturing their imaginations.... --Do people call them that? The Oh-Five."

"Wow, you really have no mutant opinions," marveled Peter. "Or mutant thoughts. Your head is just empty, like a flower vase."

"Cut the sass, Parker," Jonah said perfunctorily.

"Seriously, don't you run a newspaper?"

"It would be perfect," said Jonah, mercilessly changing the subject, "if Spider-Man weren't in all the good photos."

"Look here, bossman, normally you like that," said Peter. "Demand it, even. Seems like you're cursing your own Pavlovian conditioning."

"We can edit him out," muttered Jonah, ignoring him, still clicking the mouse pad with unnecessary gusto. "Maybe he was attacking them. What do you think, team? 'Vigilante Pesters Helpful Citizens'."

"Boy," said Peter under his breath as Jonah straightened up. He fought to hold a sour expression, and failed. "Some things never change."

Jonah smacked Betty's desk decisively. (She tried to nudge his hand off with the back of her pen.) "But I still need somebody to talk to--a personal account to write out in lights!"

"Jonah," said Robbie moderatingly.

"STATISTICALLY," projected Jonah, who was difficult to moderate, "I KNOW THERE HAS GOT TO BE A MUTANT ON THE PREMISES, SO COUGH THEM UP! THIS IS A HUNT, PEOPLE."

"I cannot imagine why people would think you might be willing to participate in some sort of minority witch hunt," drawled Kate.

"Isn't Beatrice down in Accounting a mutant?" offered Betty.

"I didn't know you were a proponent of hum-- sentient sacrifice, Bets," said Peter.

"You are no better than me," said Betty.

"..."

"She quit last month," said Robbie. "Moving to Florida to be closer to her mother."

"Oh, good for her," said Glory.

"Florida," said Peter distrustfully. Jonah nodded.

Jeff from HR, who did not work in the bullpen but was 23 and as such had been drafted by one of the editors to help her fix a problem with her e-mail and had been there for most of the morning, slowly raised his hand. "I'm a mutant," he said. "Sir."

Jonah's full attention, which was a terrible thing to bear, shifted to focus on him. Jeff's hand drifted downward, and he looked at it like he was second-guessing the body language choice.

"That's wonderful, my boy!" exclaimed Jonah, suddenly overflowing with powerful avuncular energy.

"Ummm," said Jeff from HR. "Thank you."

"Wonderful, stupendous," insisted Jonah. "What do you do?" He fluttered his hands at Jeff. "What's your--special thing?"

Jeff from HR, in less than one second, visibly considered how verbose just the cliff notes on the topic of asking mutants about their powers in a PC way were and discarded the idea of trying to convey them. "I can turn my fingers into French fries, sir."

"...What?"

"French fries. I can generate French fries out of my hands, sir."

"Like...a McDonald's?"

"Homestyle, sir."

Jonah performed a contemplative chewing motion that made his mustache flutter. "...Do you want to be in the paper?"

"Not at all, sir."

"Understandable, kid. Understandable."

"God," said Peter, leaning against the wall with his arms folded to watch as Jonah dragged Jeff from HR with him back to the conversation about page layouts he had put on pause to be bothered by his photographer, shadowboxing the ethics of hiring him as a consultant en route. "For once Jonah is running on spite in the right direction."

"Now, Pete," said Robbie, who had likewise stepped back until he was reactivated by an impending major ethics violation, "you know he does that more often than not. Otherwise we wouldn't all still be here."

"...Yeah," admitted Peter. ("The photos need to be bigger," insisted Jonah. "Really use the wing guy to frame the others--") "I do know that."

He fished around in his jacket and got out his phone.

"Do you have one of those little flags that look like tropical drinks?" Jonah was asking.

Glory abortively started to raise her hand to cover up the subtle bi triangle pin on her hat band and then lowered it.

"Being a mutant isn't a sexuality, Jonah," said Kate.

Jeff from HR coughed into his fist. "There is a flag," he said.

They looked at him.

"Other things have flags," he said.

"Ha!" said Jonah, pointing at Kate triumphantly.

"Who are you texting?" asked Robbie.

Peter's head was bowed over his phone, typing something. He tapped things out with one index finger at a bizarre speed that could not reasonably be called hunt and peck.

"No one," he said. The contact name read: SCOTTY BOY. The last two messages were "Lol, you're in luck," (on the left) and "Don't say 'lol,' what are you, 12?" (on the right). He raised his head to address Jonah, pocketing his phone. "Hey, you still shopping for mutants? If I get you a good one, will I get a commission?"

Jonah swiveled in the ergonomic chair he had commandeered from Kate when she stood up. Once it was facing the right direction he leaned forward forebodingly. "Now, Parker," he said. "I might not be on the ball all the time, but even I know not to hawk this 'one of the good ones' horsesh--"

"NO," interrupted Peter, "I mean-- Not like-- I meant famous, if I can pull in a--"

There was a knock on the outside of the window.

Most of the rabble surrounding Jonah silenced. Betty reached into her purse, gripped something inside of it, and then left her hand there. The action movie gun clicking sound Peter thought he heard was almost definitely imaginary. They were on the highest floor.

"--An X-Man," finished Peter.

Outside the window, a woman in a green body suit, masses of red hair pulsing around her in a telekinetic breeze, raised her hand and twiddled her fingers in a little wave.

Jeff from HR unsubtly sunk down behind a desk.

After gibbering a demand that "Everyone stop gibbering, someone let the poor woman in" and eventually giving Jean a polite hand inside, Jonah looked back and forth between her and Peter.

"How do you two...know each other," he asked.

"We're in the same pilates class," said Peter.

"He has a deep, inexplicable bond with my boyfriend," Jean said at the same time.

They looked at each other.

"...Okay," said Jonah eventually, deciding he did not want to know about it if his freelancer had had a threesome with Phoenix and Cyclops.

After overcoming the awkwardness of introductions, Jean assumed a businesslike patter out of sync with her dramatic entrance. Peter extricated himself back to the noncombat zone with the nonchalant speed of a man who was hiding something.

"Bets," said Peter.

Betty was back to staring from her desk. "Yes, Pete?"

"Are we about to become the most pro-mutant news outlet in New York?"

Betty worried the end of her pen some more. "I rather suspect it."

"Hell, I rather expect it," cut in Robbie, stepping up behind them and joining their huddle. "Might even swap news outlet with employer."

"--run organizations," Jean was saying while Jonah watched her perched on a desk in a Thinker pose and waved at Glory to take notes. "I can put you in touch with some of our school to work programs."

Robbie ran his hands down his face, looking tired. "There's so much to do," he said. "And always so much to learn, before you can do any of it. I can't claim the high ground on this one--I hadn't noticed we hadn't taken a clear enough stance on this either. It's impossible to stay on top of all of it. ...But we're journalists. We have to keep trying."

"Is that why you stick around?" Peter asked. "...Sir?"

Robbie snorted. "You asking if I never cut the apron strings for long because Jonah tries so hard? Maybe among other things. Don't get too cheeky, Parker."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"He always tries," repeated Robbie. "Now if only he would just let go of his vendetta with--"

"--that rat, Spider-Man?"

Jean pursed her lips and tipped her head to consider whatever character defamation Jonah had asked her to confirm. "He is slightly less funny than he thinks he is," she conceded. "Which is much more annoying than you'd think it would be."

Peter made a drain unclogging noise. Robbie pointedly did not look at him.

"She's not wrong," muttered Betty, whose attention was rapt on the exciting part of the room and as such missed any fine nuances being brandished beside her.

Peter made the noise again.

Jean looked over and stuck her tongue out at him.

JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy STORY TIME, PEOPLE. I FEARED FOR MY LIFE OR AT LEAST MY DIGNITY AT WORK TODAY (view all replies) . . . JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy i'm wearing my worksona rait. i physically cannot stop saying "sir". i think i said sir 47 different times out of sheer social what the hell

YBY Call Me @belovedssdarling i don't think you have a worksona i think you;re a genuinely boring person

JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy okay wow. . . . JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy When i say i hid behind a desk i wish i was exagerating for comedy. but.

JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy "wow jeffavorite you hid from marvel girl? you must really be a radical!" no she's just really tall OK

JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy Also once i met an actor i worshipped and his personality didnt hold up. i cant let that happen again. i'm traumatized . . . JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy The effort it took to not say "yeah but it does look like a pride flag probably because every single xman is some kind of gay"

JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy god

JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy he immediately asked me what my deal was and i was so overwhelmed by the sheer ... yeah that i didn't tell him youre not supposed to ask that... i need to go back in there before he publishes something don't i

JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy hes a nice very loud old man i cant let the word choice nitpickers have him

JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy fuck

JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy he's a coot but like i get it now. that's my coot.

JEFF!❀ @theother_jeffy i'm gonna see if i can get him to wear a magneto was right pin

A week later, Peter flopped face first into bed. There was a newspaper clutched in his hand which if uncrumpled would have read "Iɴᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀɴᴛ Cᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛɪᴇs ᴛʜᴇ REAL Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Pʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ".

"Awwwwwwwww, Tiger," cooed Mary Jane from where she was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. She put down the script she was looking over. "Are you feeling cherished?"

"Whamph?" said Peter into the bedsheet. "No. By Jonah? No. Why? He's not cherishing me."

MJ patted him consolingly on the back, snickering.

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#j. jonah jameson #spiderman #xmen #peter parker #fic #spiderman 616 #asks answered #whetstonefires #w #spidey #marvel #franchising in a world that hates and fears them #this was going to be comic-current newspeople lineup but then they did the Thing with betty #and i was like Yikes(tm) nvm it's all eras simultaneously #hamilton is the least populated place in new york by square mile #i guess i should test the new tag system huh #spider-man #x-men #that feels so wrong in a new and unique way from omitting the hyphens

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Cat Eyes (JJK x Reader) ❤️☁️🔞🐾

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Human!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Fluff/romance, Strangers to lovers?, slight angst, smut

Warnings: discussion of homelessness and unfairness against hybrids, mild mention of past abuse, trust issues, Sweet Koo, smut because duh, lovemaking it’s so sweet yall, dirty talk but only minor, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, doggy style, mild biting, yeah that’s it this time wait for part two oh my

Summary: on the streets, cast out. Just another week for you, but somehow you wonder if this stranger might mean a change for you.

Or alternatively: Jungkook feeds you and you’re kinda grateful for that.

Its cold, but you've been preparing for that outcome for a long time already. Being born as a hybrid, a simple housecat at that, you had nothing special or rewarding about you, making you just a pet getting passed around from person to person as soon as you got too boring to keep around.

This was a regular thing for you. The fact that you got kicked out so many times already made you wary of actually possessing any belongings at all, not even owning a phone or clothes you could consider your own- merely the things you currently wore, drenched in the water that had been dribbling from the skies in rough speeds, hood over your head already useless at keeping your hair and ears dry. But it was okay. This was normal for you, after all.

Sitting down between two glowing vending machines located behind a small convenience store, you tried to warm yourself up with the small amount of heat radiating off of the two metal machines- not really being successful, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

It's been three weeks already like this, trying to find a place to catch some sleep before roaming the streets again, searching for food and sometimes even finding a bit of money on the street. You didn't have a collar, so you had to hide your hybrid features well- not like you'd like to show your dirty fur anytime soon anyways.

Yawning before turning a bit, shoes squeaking a bit with the amount of water inside them, you closed your eyes, mind focusing on the buzzing next to your head, trying to use it as a form of lullaby to soothe you into sleeping a bit. Yet you were disturbed by someone pressing the buttons and inserting money into the vending machine, the loud noises of the soda can banging against the metal interior loudly enough to make you press your ears flat against your skull. You hoped whoever was craving the beverage was a human or didn't pay attention to you; but again- you were out of luck.

"Huh?" Came the humming question of a male voice, and you instantly tensed up as a warm hand was placed on your wet shoulder. "Hey.. you okay?" The voice asked, and you imagined his Umbrella shielding him from the rain, the pitter patter of it on the plastic fabric an indication that he probably used one. You weren't an impressive predator like a Tiger or a Leopard, but you certainly could distinguish noises from one another to see things around you, even without using your eyes. "Can you hear me?" He asked gently, and you wanted to turn around, scoff in his face that yes, you did, you just chose not to. "Do you have an owner.?" Well, piss. Seems like hiding your features didn't do much as well.

You only turned a bit, hood catching on a pointed piece of metal from the vending machine, making it reveal one of your wet ears to him, as well as a piece of the side of your face. You only saw him with one eye, but you already knew he was on the far opposite of the food chain- expensive suit and sparkling rolex on his wrist, connected to the tattooed hand holding his black umbrella almost mocking you as he looked at you with pity. You spotted his ears, or more lack thereof, already wanting to cry at them; a human like him didn't know the things you were going through. That's probably why he'd asked if you were owned immediately, and you wanted to laugh. Yet your croaky voice didn't say these things. It only stated the obvious. "No." Because you really didn't- the official timespan was two weeks, after that, a formerly owned hybrid was officially considered a stray if it went missing. You didn't belong to anyone other than the state itself- which was why you had to hide so well, to not get thrown into an adoption center again.

The stranger furrowed his brows a bit, before leaving. Well, at least he took the hint, you thought, before he came back again, placing a white bag with some plastic items down in front of you, before putting his umbrella over your head, the rain suddenly stopping from falling down on you. You looked downwards, at the plastic container- sushi? Dumplings? And another one that steamed a bit- rice? You didn't get it, but still turned around a bit, watching him warily as if you were waiting for him to yell sike and run away. Yet he didn't, simply scooting a bit closer to not get the rain onto his head, and waiting. The sound of cars passing by and some music being played somewhere was the only noise surrounding you for a bit, before you hesitantly reached out for the containers, always keeping an eye on him. He simply smiled when you started to unpack the plastic foil of the cheap chopsticks, digging into the hot rice as if it was a five star meal. You could practically feel it warming up your belly, making you suppress a sigh as you got lost in consuming the food he'd bought.

Only once you were finished, not being able to eat everything, did he actually move. He grabbed some of the leftovers, eating them until he took the boxes and put them into the trash nearby. You looked at him with a questioning gaze. Would he want anything from you now? You didn't trust his angelic features at all if you were being honest. "You're probably not gonna want to come home with me and thats fine." He said, before looking at you. "I'll leave the umbrella here, alright? Lets hope the rain stops soon." He mumbled, getting up, making you look up to him as he slowly turned around, giving you a small wave. "Goodnight. Stay safe." He simply said, before jogging to his car.

Huh. What a weird guy.

Jeon Jungkook was his name as he'd introduced himself on the second day of visiting you behind the convenience store, and he was indeed a weird human. He made it a simple casualty- visiting you every day after work with food, having full conversations with you, and asking about your day and life in general. He himself noticed a slight spark returning to your eyes, interest peaking in those orbs as you talked to him more and more. You were a quiet girl, not really giving away much about you, but managing to make him feel like he knew you. You were smart, and he liked that. After almost a week of daily conversations, he finally popped the question.

"Do you want to come home with me?" He asked, making you look up from your can of soup he'd bought you this time. You thought for a bit before shrugging. At this point he'd invested so much into feeding you that it felt like you had to- simply as a form of repayment. He smiled, before leaning his head a bit to the side, voice low and serious. "You don't have to. I'm simply offering." He said, and you put down the empty can, nodding.

"Alright." You said, and he grinned, standing up and putting the trash away before closing the umbrella still hanging over the vending machines, turning around. His eyes widened a bit at just how short you were, yet he found it endearing. He led you to his car, not caring that his cream colored interior could be stained with your admittedly dirty clothing and shoes. He'd pay someone to clean it the next day, and all would be fine.

"So uhm.." You began, unsure what would happen now. "What am I supposed to do when we get to your place?" You asked, and after a moment of realization, his ears turned red.

"No no no, I'm, oh my.." He cleared his throat for a moment, before he threw one leg over the other, as to make himself seem more sure of himself than he actually was. "I'm not that kind of person." He explains calmly, as he waves his hand to the driver, who nodded, before the window to the front closes, giving you two some privacy. "I simply saw you there and.. I don't know. I couldn't just leave you there." He said, and you nodded.

"So it's for your repuptation." You said. "I guess you're an investor then?" You knew people like him. Their initial thought was nice, but at the end of the day it was only for personal gain. Well, at least he'd keep you around for some months before the public would slowly forget about you again. You've been through that as a young kitten.

But he shook his head. "I am an investor, yeah- but I don't plan on showing you to the public eye. I don't want anything of you other than your company." You opened your mouth again, but he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose for a second. "Not like that." He began. "My apartment is.. big. Huge. But it's also empty. A friend of mine had told me I should get a hybrid, and I genuinely considered. I was actually at a shelter the day we first met." He explained, and you nodded. "I didn't find anyone I was.. okay with, I guess. I can't just let anyone into my life, you know. Most people only want something, just to leave right after. When I saw you, yeah, at first it was pure pity, I won't lie." You nodded, watching him. "But the more we talked, the more I realized how compatible we were." Well, this was new. "I won't be home much, because I work a lot, but I don't like being lonely." He turns to you, serious. "If you're comfortable with it, I'd like you to simply be a companion. Someone who shares my home with me, accompanies me to those absolutely boring dinners I have to endure every week or so, and who sometimes maybe comes to work with me. If you simply want to stay home however, that's fine as well." He says, and you nod.

"Can I.. think about it?" You ask, and he nods, a gentle smile adoring his lips. The rest of the ride is filled with comfortable silence, and you almost drift off to sleep, but you arrive at his apartment complex before you can fully float away. There's nothing said between the two of you as he leads you inside the hallway of the building, a hand on the small of your back as if to make sure you won't get lost, his figure always close to shield you from wary eyes of the security and other residents walking by. Inside the elevator, silence is still present, until someone joins you two; a tall man, a little older than your now soon-to-be Master, who looks at you, and then at your Master.

"Ah, so you have finally found someone for you? I'm happy for you Jungkook." He says,a smile on his lips. "My name is Kim Seokjin my dear, may I ask yours?" He speaks, and you look at Jungkook close to you as if you were expecting him to answer for you- like it was typical. But he only smiled as well, nodding towards you in encouragement, so you, quietly, answered with a small bow of your head. "Ah, a shy one isn't she? But very pretty, I have to say." He said, and Jungkook chuckled as if to accompany that statement. "Ah, well. Please think about the company dinner next saturday, and oh!" Seokjin said as he left the elevator, hand holding the elevator door open for a moment as he looked at you one last time. "Bring her along, yeah? I heard that Jimin is bringing Yoongi as well. A good chance for her to make friends.!" He said, before winking, and waving goodbye- leaving you and Jungkook inside the elevator to climb a few more levels higher.

"Don't feel pressured now, please." Jungkook said, as the elevator chimed, the two of you stepping out as he walked past you to open his apartment door. "You don't have to if its too soon." He said, before opening his door.

He didn't lie when he said his apartment was big, but you never truly saw a skyline like that. It was a breathtaking view outside the windows, and it took a moment until you could finally avert your eyes to scan the rest. It felt.. almost sterile, in a way. Nothing truly screamed his name at you, neither the furniture, nor wall decorations. A few pictures were hung up, but other than that, the apartment looked like it got pulled straight out of an interior design magazine. "It's pretty bland, isn't it?" He lowly said, as he turned on some of the lights, hanging up his coat on the hanger next to the door as he untied his shoes. "I know it does. I.. hope that'll change, maybe." He said, before he made his way into the open kitchen. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can just show you your room and leave you be as well, yeah, that would probably be a good idea. Let me show you." He said, and you followed him after taking your own shoes off as well.

It was a rare occurence to have a room for yourself- so much so, that you only remember having one as a kitten, when it had been necessary. Stepping inside, you noticed the crisp air; he'd opened the window to air it out, it seemed. There was a bed in the corner, a wardrobe and a mirror- as well as a door that connected to a bathroom, right now void of light. "I'll leave you be for now. There are some of my old clothes so you have something to sleep in- don't worry, I washed them so you won't get my scent on you just yet, I know it makes hybrids a bit fussy." He chuckled, and nodded towards you with a smile. "If you want to, you can come out, if you don't stay inside, I won't be mad. I'll have the day off tomorrow and after, so we should use that time to get you some clothes if you want." He suggested, and you nodded into his direction. He bowed a bit, before leaving the room, and you alone.

You waited a bit so his footsteps got out of reach, before you walked around a bit. The room was bigger than the one you had as a kitten, but still small enough to be considered a guest room. Your first goal however, was the bathroom. Grabbing the clothes he had left you, you noticed immediately that it had been washed with hybrid proof detergent- a brand called 'noscent' which was typically used for newly homed hybrids so they wouldn't get overwhelmed. How he knew of that was unclear to you, but maybe he did have a hybrid before, or a friend told him. It didn't matter though, because you knew this was timed. Better make the most out of it. So as you climbed into the bathtub, soapy scent around you as you washed yourself squeaky clean, you felt okay again. Now was the time to mend yourself together, figure out what your master liked so you could make your stay as comfortable for everyone involved as possible, and just enjoy the good sides while rushing the bad.

But somehow there was a weird feeling in your gut.

Maybe things were really about to change this time.

The next morning was calm. Apart from something clattering in the kitchen, you awoke by yourself, shocked to see it almost being twelve. Why had he not woken you up, when he so clearly implied yesterday that he had plans with you today? For a moment you wondered if maybe this had been a test, but judging by his whistling in the kitchen, he was in a good attitude still.

So you went for it.

Simply brushing your hair and tail, you stepped out the room, smell of food immediately meeting your nose. "I was about to wake you." He said without turning, as he grabbed another bowl to fill. "I figured I'd let you sleep after all that change so you could rest well. Good morning." He said, finally turning around, making you gasp internally a bit.

You knew that his hand was tattooed, but what now showed was his entire forearm covered in ink. Completely different from yesterday, he wore a simple grey sweater and sweatpants combo, hair in a messy tiny ponytail on his head. He looked so.. young, yet masculine, not at all like the businessman you had encountered before. But it was a nice change; because if he let you see himself like this, he really was intending to have you around for longer, and was working towards a more personal companionship. Maybe he really did want you as a companion for himself, not his outside persona.

You sat down at the table before stopping immediately, eyes widening. He seemed to notice this however, chuckling as he placed a warm hand on your shoulder, helping you on the chair properly. "You can sit at the table with me, don't worry. Please move around freely; my home is as much mine as it is yours now, okay?" He said, and you nodded. "Thank you." He said, and you watched him for a moment, before you started to eat.

"How.." You started, and he wiped his lips with a tissue before looking at you, attention now on your words. You were grateful for that small gesture. "How do you know that much about hybrids?" You asked, and he smiled.

"Yesterday, Jin-hyung said something about Yoongi, you remember?" You nodded, a bit eagerly, since you were used to remember things that your master said all the time. "Good girl." He said, and it made your skin tingle a bit, as he cleared his throat, a bit shy after letting that slip. "He uhm, Yoongi-hyung is a cat-hybrid as well. His owner is Jimin, who's my coworker. Yoongi was a rescue a few years back, who I asked a bit about what to do if I take someone in who.. you know, wasn't from a shelter. He told me a few things." He explained, and you nodded.

"Why are you calling him Yoongi-hyung though, if he's a hybrid?" You asked, before taking another spoonful. You liked warm food. It made your belly warm.

"Ah." He mused, as he finished his plate, leaning back. "I'm not really following the whole foodchain-order stuff, to be honest. Yoongi-hyung is older than me, my hyung, so that's that. Oh, that reminds me, how old are you?" He asked, and you answered.

"I think.. 22?" You said, and he seemed a bit sad. Did you say something wrong? Did he want someone younger? Someone older?

"Ah, sorry.. but, you think?" He said. "So.. you haven't celebrated your birthday, at all?" He asked, and you shook your head. "Ah thats no good. We'll celebrate it this year, promise!" He said. "You're a bit younger than me, by the way. I'm 25." He said, and you nodded, saving that information inside your brain for future reference. "If you're done we can either go shopping, or if you don't want to, we can shop online. We should do that now though, otherwise you'll have to wait too long for delivery and stuff." He said, and you nodded.

"Do you have a collar for me then?" You asked, and Jungkook grabbed your empty plate to put away. A collar wasn't something he could just not give you- he knew from Yoongi that it wasn't demeaning in any way. Wearing a collar was a form of comfort, it wasn't just an accessory, it was a physical evidence that you were claimed and safe.

"Yoongi gave me one of his older ones, but we can buy a proper one you like today." He said, and dried his hands on a dish towel as he looked at you. "Go and get your shoes, I'll give you one of my coats to wear, and then we can go, yeah?"

Shopping was always a hard one to crack.

This was when you would somehow have to figure out by simply picking the opossum on the road to know if its dead or not- in a sense of; simply point, and wait for the blow. With Jungkook however, there never was one, and it confused you how calm and somehow even happy he was. For example, when you pointed at a pretty expensive collar that wasn't your style just to see how he'd react, you didn't know how to react when he smiled. "Ah, let's look for something more delicate, yeah? The price doesn't bother me, but I doubt that heavy chains suit you kitten." He had simply said, and somehow, the petname made your ears turn towards him, making a nearby bunny hybrid and her owner chuckle.

He'd somehow managed to wiggle under your skin in just a day.

Because somehow, every time he looked at you, helped you reach something, or talked to you about what you liked, it felt so genuine. It felt like he really cared.

"Okay, how about.. oh, this one!" He said, pointing at a collar hidden behind glass- one covered in velvet, with a pretty pattern and a silver plate on the front where your name would be. It was expensive; absolutely mind blowing however, but what made your eyes glisten were his words. "There's a jeweler next door, so we can have your name and ID, as well as my emergency information stamped in." Because, until now, you only had the one's where you slide a paper with all needed info underneath a clear cover- it was easier to replace or give back. But, getting it stamped onto such an expensive collar was definitely something that would last- well, forever. "Or- wait, hey hey, whats wrong? If you don't like it we can buy a different one-"

"I love it." You said, and he led you away from all noise, into a more secluded part of the shop, where he squatted down to properly look at you. "I just.. I..it's..-" You began, and somehow he understood, and had this absolutely frustrating smile again, as he helped you wipe your tears a bit less harshly than you did yourself.

"I haven't said it clear enough yet, haven't I?" He asks, voice warm. "I plan on forever, not just for the moment. What I said when you first came into my apartment was directed at you. I hope you'll make my home feel like a home one day. How can I think about giving you away, when I just got you?" He questions, and you shrug. "I know trust isn't something you give away easily, and thats completely fine. I can also Imagine that you're not too sure of things right now, considering where you came from. But I promise you, I really do-" He says, and takes your hands in his. "I'll stay by your side for as long as you let me." He finishes, and you nod after a moment. "Alright? Alright!" He says, and takes your hand to buy the collar, your eyes still sparkling when you later on watch the lady at the jeweler stamp in your name- and his at the bottom.

Maybe this really was permanent.

At the dinner table with all his colleagues, and the infamous cat hybrid Yoongi next to you, you felt less awkward than you thought you would. Yoongi was a huge help, his calm demeanor helping you to stay composed as well, even under the watchful eyes of the rest of the people. Seokjin had been sweet as well, immediately making you feel welcomed. Jungkook never let you out of his sight, and it made you feel save as well.

It felt good.

Yoongi and you conversed here and there, and occasionally, Jungkook or Jimin, Yoongis owner would chime in, which made it feel as if you were always a part of this. You started to smile a bit, converse more openly, all until a waitress came and turned everything upside down.

"Would you like us to escort the pets to a different table, sir?" She asked Seokjin, who you had learned owned the company Jungkook and his coworkers worked for. He cleared his throat, and shook his head; almost an apologetic look in his eyes as he looked at Yoongi, you, and Taehyung- an independent Tiger-Hybrid with working license, he'd told you. He seemed to clench his teeth as to stay quiet, as the waitress left, leaving an uncomfortable silence behind.

"I'm sorry, please continue." Seokjin said, but the reminder of your status made everyone a bit.. uneasy the rest of the night.

"I'm sorry about the waitress, by the way." Jungkook said, as he helped you into your coat, when everyone was leaving. You shook your head, but he held his unsure expression. "No, I really am. It was uncalled for, and I'm genuinely upset that she phrased it like that." He explained, and you smiled.

"It's okay, Master." You said, which made Yoongis and Taehyungs ears shoot towards your direction, as if on instinct. They didn't look, no, they were discreet. But they still wanted to know what would happen next. "She probably didn't know- after all, it's still quite uncommon to keep hybrids as equal partners nowadays. Change comes slow." You said, but Jungkook suddenly seemed even more serious as he placed his hands on your shoulders, as you looked up at him.

"Jungkook." He said, and you leaned your head to the side in question. "Please, don't.. please just call me Jungkook." He explained, and you nodded, unsure why he was so upset by this. He sighed, before he traced your metal nameplate with his thumb for a fracture of a second, smiling again. "Let's go home." He said, and you nodded, walking after him as he lead the way, not noticing the way that Yoongi and Taehyung shared knowing glances at each other.

When Jungkook came home, he didn't know what exactly made him realize at first. Maybe it was the way your shoes were placed where there used to be none, or how the clothing hangers held your coats and scarfs as well now. Maybe it was the scent, or the rug that was placed on the lightwood laminated floor because your feet were always cold- or maybe it was your body on his couch, covered by a thick blanket he'd bought you recently when the winter became colder. No, it wasn't that- it was what came next. Your ears which flicked into his direction from their place ontop of your head, and the words you uttered next. "Welcome home Kookie!" You said, and he smiled.

He simply walked over to the couch, letting himself lean ontop of you as he squeezed himself behind your body on the couch, holding you securely to his chest as you turned around to face him. He looked tired, but happy and you took in his scent, so distinctive you could probably tell his from a million others just after a second. He sighed, before he ran a hand over your back, cold palm warming up slowly. You were both unsure what exactly you two were- but it was clear that this wasn't just an owner-hybrid companionship anymore. No, the way Jungkook looked at you had something in it that you knew only lovers had; which made you feel so comfortable around him, after all.

So it was only natural, in a way, that after a moment or two, or maybe more (you didn't really notice anymore), you two found each other in his bedroom, a place you had spent your nights before as well. But this time there was no sleeping involved, at least not in that moment, as his hands roamed around, lips chasing yours as you mewled underneath him needily. He wished he could record it, but even if he did it would never sound as sweet as it did right now. Everything felt so good he didn't even care about his own noises, as you two began to shed your clothes one piece after another, until there was nothing to cover you anymore.

"You're so sweet, you know that?" He hummed against your neck, as you squirmed underneath his hands, his inked fingers wandering down between your legs, were you were aching for his touch to make you fall apart. "Even right now, with my fucking hand between your legs, you look so cute." He chuckled, while you could only rut into his palm like a touch-starved pet. He was teasing, and in a way you hated it, but somehow you couldn't tell him to hurry. No, you didn't want him to hurry at all, because you were at the point of realization;

"I love you, Koo." You said, and he stopped for a moment, some seconds that made you feel absolutely humiliated, before he groaned, pushing your legs against your stomach.

"You can't drop something like that onto me like this, Kitten." He scolded playfully, with no harm intended. No, he simply took hold of his already leaking length to guide himself into you, making you squeal in delight before you sighed out. "I love you too, I adore you so much, I swear to everything I have.." He said, as he began to move, almost as if he was unable to quite control himself. Technically, you were the one to act like an animal; but instead, it was him nipping at your skin, and growling out curses that sounded way too filthy to be uttered out from those lips.

You loved it.

The way he held you, played you like a well tuned instrument, how he sped up his pace without warning because he knew you could take it. You were his good kitten after all, all his, and he knew you would be good. You were lost in your own little cloud as his hand went between your bodies again, fingers suddenly flicking your nub in a sadistic movement that had you scream without sound- pleasure shooting through your veins so violently you were unsure if it was pain or heaven that you felt.

"Ah- Koo- I-" You pressed out, but he simply moved his hand away, never stopping however. "I can't-" You said, but he pulled out before you could finish, flipping you onto your stomach where he pulled your lower body upwards, entering you again as he teasingly stroked your tail which flopped down to one side to make space and give him a clear view of where you were connected so intimately.

"You can, kitten. And you will." He growled out, noticing how you were slowly clenching again. "I can feel you, greedy kitty." He growled out, pace growing harsher and harsher as the sound of skin against skin got louder and louder. "Come on. Give me one more, yeah?" He said, and you were unable to answer him. "Come on- come on, there we go-" He pressed out, a whining sound leaving his lips as well as he grew more sloppy, more desperate as you came again, your clenching core pushing him over the edge as well as he spilled inside you, before he pulled out, watching almost hypnotized how his cum dripped out of you after a moment.

"I love you." He said, uncaring of how you two probably stained the sheets right now. "I really do." He said, whispered like a promise, as he pulled your body against him, palms still kneading your breasts.

Because if you thought he was done with you, you were very wrong.

I apologize for how short it was, but I only have my phone for now. Sorry if this sucks, it's not my best work, but I didn't want to leave you hanging and without content for this long.. :< Love, Bunny <3

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corvus--rex · 3 years

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This prologue is going on longer than I thought, but it will be over soon, probably one more short chapter. But until then, I'm so sorry, have some baby Keith angst.

one more for the Galra cat glossary: tehrl - a miniature feline (smaller than a housecat) that are kept as pets and pest control

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They had been traveling for over a day, stopping only when necessary. It was night again, and Krolia sat in the carriage, watching the landscape pass by, the sleeping form of her kit curled against her side. She tucked the soft blanket around him more snugly, a tender smile on her lips as he let out a soft, contented purr and snuggled harder against his mother. One hand kept him close while the other reached under the neckline of her traveling dress to pull out the depiction of Marmora she always wore.

Marmora was the Galra central goddess. A queen of legend, she was deified after her death for having managed to unify the disparate Galra kingdoms against a common enemy. Before then, the Unilu hadn’t been thought of as a threat by anyone, the race of small, four-armed goblins more of an annoyance than anything. But they were clever, and made up for their size with numbers. They knew that to attack a place like Altea was suicide, but the constantly-warring Galra kingdoms would be far easier. Marmora called for the separate kingdoms to unify under her banner to go to war against the threat. While they tacitly agreed at first, soon the other kingdoms realized that they never would have survived without her leadership. The Unilu were soundly defeated and Marmora led the Galra to a new age for their race, one that had continued for generations.

Krolia ran her thumb across the relief set into her medallion. The ancient Galra queen stood proudly, her sword-bearing arm held high, the other holding a ball of violet flame. She stared at it, drawing some comfort from her ancestor before letting the pendant drop. She turned back to the carriage’s small window and watched the land change from the deep, dark woods of Daibazaal to the green forests of Altea. It would take at least another two days of travel to reach the capitol. They would arrive exhausted from their journey and she could only hope that she would reach it before any messenger from Zarkon and that King Alfor would welcome them.

The little prince had no trouble keeping himself occupied during his waking hours, something Krolia was infinitely grateful for. He still believed that they were on a surprise vacation and that they would be meeting his father somewhere along the way. She kept it to herself, but she had felt their bond snap when they were not far from the castle. She knew what the stretch of distance felt like, the pain of longing for her mate when they were separated by royal duty. This was not that. This was a ship’s line breaking, the thick rope hitting her like a whip’s crack. This was glass shattering on a stone floor, glittering shards spread wide. It left her raw and bleeding, with a deep ache for a mate she would never see again. Krolia let herself feel it only in the dark of night, where she would wrap herself in her voluminous cloak tighter, hold her kit closer, and let the tears fall silently.

Another full day of traveling through Altea, and Keith was beginning to become bored of the endless carriage ride. Leaving his coloring on the floor, he climbed onto the seat and into his mother’s lap, immediately finding the soft fur of his tail and running his tiny claws through it.

“Where are we going, Mama?” he asked. “When are we gonna get there? Where’s Papa?”

Krolia sighed. She knew her kit’s inquisitive nature wouldn’t stay quiet for long and that she would have to tell him sooner rather than later. She decided that answering his questions in order would be best.

“We’re going to Altea, little one. We should be there around this time tomorrow.” She paused, knowing that there were parts of their last night in their home that weren’t for little ears. “Your Papa – he’s – I’m so sorry, kit. Your Papa won’t be coming with us.”

Keith was too young to understand what his mother wasn’t saying. “Why?” he asked innocently, “Did Papa hafta go on a trip again?” He was familiar with his father’s diplomatic meetings, sometimes in places far from the Daibazaal capitol and their home.

Krolia sighed again, willing her tears back. “No, kit. There are bad people in our home now, and I don’t know when we’ll be able to go back. We’re going to Altea to ask for their help. Your Papa sacrificed himself so we could get away safely.”

The kit’s face screwed up in confusion. “What bad people? And what’s sa…sack-if-iced?”

“People your Papa and I thought we trusted. One of the generals of our army, Zarkon. He wants to rule Daibazaal himself instead of your Papa. He decided to take what he wanted, and your Papa died so we can be safe.”

Keith only had a vague understanding of death. His only encounter with it had been when his pet tehrl died after being poisoned by an angry former member of castle staff. Their dismissal, to no one’s surprise, had been due to behavioral problems and killing the small prince’s beloved pet had earned them a stay in the city jail for a few months. Keith at first couldn’t understand why the miniature feline wouldn’t play with him like it always did. But his guard sent for the queen, and Krolia explained that the tiny cat had died and what that meant. She allowed her small kit to hold something of a funeral for the animal, but his child’s attention span moved on to something else not long after, even though she knew he still missed his companion. It seemed that the meaning of death hadn’t progressed in his mind beyond his lost pet, and it was a concept he couldn’t quite apply to his father.

“You remember Rrahr?”

Keith nodded, thinking back to finding his tehrl motionless on the floor by its food dish. Something clicked, and he looked up at his mother, eyes wide. “Is that what happened to Papa?” he asked, his voice trembling, “Did the bad people hurt my Papa so he can’t come back?” His ears flattened and his tail dropped, suddenly afraid of his mother’s answer.

“They did. I am so sorry, little one. Your Papa’s not coming back.”

Violet eyes quickly filled with tears that spilled over, leaving dark stains running down the fine, soft fur, and he scrambled in his mother’s lap, throwing his arms around her neck, sobs racking his small body. Krolia held him, running her claws through his hair, trying to hold it together for him. But she couldn’t, not in the face of her son’s innocence, and held him tightly while her own tears fell, privately mourning the loss of King Davvik in the roles he cherished most; those of beloved Alpha and mate to Krolia, and the devoted and loving father to his young son. She held Keith until his sobs subsided into hiccupped tears and finally into the even breath of sleep. When she was sure she wouldn’t wake him, Krolia tucked herself against the back of the deep velvet cushion and wrapped her thick cloak around her sleeping kit, and let sleep take her as well.

Keith was withdrawn and quiet for their last day of travel. His toys and pencils couldn’t hold his attention, and he sat beside Krolia, arms wrapped around his stuffed rakhai and stared out the window. He only perked up the smallest amount when they entered Altea’s capitol. He saw the glowing white spires of the castle and turned to his mother, tugging on her sleeve.

“Is that where we’re going, Mama?” he asked quietly.

Krolia nodded. “Yes, it is, kit. We haven’t been stopped by the city guard, so it looks like we’re safe for now. I’ll need to talk to King Alfor and then I’ll know what’s going to happen, alright?”

Keith sniffled, burying his face in his favorite stuffed animal. “I want Papa,” he said through a new round of tears.

Krolia picked him up, hugging him in her lap. “I know, kit. I do too. We’ll just have to take our home back for him.” The combination of finally arriving in Altea’s capitol city and her son’s grief gave her new determination. Queen Krolia of Daibazaal would reclaim her throne, restore Marmora’s line, and ensure that no one would ever forget what happened that night.

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Intro | Prologue pt 1 | Prologue pt 2

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nuestroencanto · 2 years

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Encanto Fic: Cluster Visions

Bruno received many visions over the years, most of which were undesirable. Some of the time, he performs rituals like the one for when he and Mirabel were trying to save the miracle to get a specific vision with a more detailed result. Most of the time, however, they happen randomly, out of the blue, and aren’t fully coherent. Those aren’t always an issue, but…

At first, it wasn’t a cause for concern. At least, that’s what Bruno would tell when the first flash happened during breakfast, which he quickly brushed off. It was difficult to play off though, judging from the looks of his sisters, cuñados, and Mamá. He was able to convince them...somehow.

Maybe it was a trick of the light or a slight malfunction, as Bruno’s Gift seems more complex than anyone had anticipated with so many unknowns still being explored. Unknown to younger generation, anyway. What’s going on is that Bruno’s eyes would suddenly flash that familiar eerie green before disappearing as fast as it came, followed by a headache, a piercing pain like needles against his forehead and behind his eyes.

Bruno recognized the signs and have tried to make his escape to his newly remodeled room. However, every time he had tried to, he’s caught the attention of one of his sobrinos.

And as much as his mind screamed at him to get into his room, he didn’t have the heart to decline any of them. He had been gone for so long, he had promised them he will spend time with them if they ask.

Which he did…

In fact, the…tenser episodes had started when he was with Antonio and his animals, spending most of the morning in Antonio's lush room. For whatever reason, the smaller creatures had taken a liking to Bruno and the man wasn’t sure why. Antonio's explanation was that Bruno had a calming air around him, according to said animals. Bruno didn’t understand because, in his mind, he’s anything but calm. If anything, he’s always been evasive, anxious, nervous, and generally on-edge. None of those sound calm.

Of all the animals who seems to have the most interest in him (sans his rats) is Parce, the jaguar. Part of Bruno’s mind wondered if the wildcat was merely interested in the rats that usually on his person. The other part thinks back when Bruno first met Parce was worried at the prospect being the cat’s snack. And it doesn’t help the fact that the jaguar acted more like a domestic housecat rather than a wild one. To help curb his anxiety, Bruno would clutch the hidden rosary around his neck.

And yet, it was Parce who came to his aid.

The second flash of green happened the moment he entered Antonio's room and that’s all Bruno would see when it happens. Nothing but green, except with the occasional jade-like images of people, buildings, and other things. Not anything substantial though. They happen so fast and quick that Bruno would barely have time to process what he saw.

Again, he knew what that meant, but decided to forgo going to his room to be with Antonio. The young boy just wanted to show him his many animal books that Mirabel had once read to him, from the typical kids books to animal encyclopedias! Five years old and the kid already knows more about the migration patterns of flamingoes than the average adult.

Bruno dreads the day Antonio suddenly talks about sexual dimorphism in front of Pepa. When that happens, Bruno will make a b-line to his room.

The third time a flash happened, he nearly lost his footing, but was able to steady himself. The fourth time near noon however, he nearly fell. He would’ve if not for Parce. From what Antonio told him, the jaguar was suddenly alert and darted over to the older man when he nearly collapsed on his side. Bruno came to a second later in golden fur. He looks up to see Parce stare at him, causing Bruno to wonder if the animal was actually worried about him. His heart ached when he saw the concern in Antonio's eyes.

“Are you okay, Tío Bruno?” he asked, his hazel brown eyes glint in worry. In his little hands was one of Bruno’s many rats. Maria, from the white patches of her stomach.

“Y-Yes. It-It was nothing, Antonio,” Bruno replied with a lopsided grin, trying to lighten things up. The last thing he wanted to do was make the child sad.

“Are you sure?” Antonio asked. “Maria said that this has happened before.”

“She is…correct. But! But-but-but it really is nothing. There’s nothing to worry about,” Bruno assured quickly. “It’s…happened before. Before many times before. It really is nothing.” He gives Antonio a gentle smile. “I’m fine.”

Antonio seemed uncertain but nodded. “…Okay.”

With a hesitant nod of his own, Bruno rises to his feet. He swayed a little, only noticed by Parce, but kept steady. “I think I’m going to get some water. Would you like some?”

Antonio shook his head as Maria hops down from his hands and scurried over to be picked up by Bruno. “No, gracias, Tío Bruno.”

“…Okay. Um…Adios, then,” Bruno said before making his leave and Antonio stood and watched as his uncle exited his room. No doubt sensing his human friend’s concern, Parce sauntered over and rubbed his head against Antonio's fluffy curls, soliciting a smile and giggle.

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Bruno leaned against his youngest nephew’s door, his hand grasped around a hidden cross beneath his ruana and shirt as he muttered to him, trying to stave off a coming headache and his rapidly beating heart. With his haze, he heard the familiar click and clack of the tiles below as Casita tried to get his attention. The man in green looks down to see the tiles move around as Casita expressed their own concern.

“I’m…I-I’m fine, Casita. You’ve seen these many times before. It’s nothing new,” Bruno said. A low creak above had Bruno glance up to see the boards moving, one board angled up while another angled down, mimicking a human’s skeptical brows. “Heeey, heeey. Don’t give me that look. I’m just going to get some water and then I’ll head to my room. ¿Okey?” He eyed the crooked boards until they straightened back.

Bruno walks away from Antonio's room and pass Camilo’s and Dolores’ doors before turning around and passing the now empty nursery since Mirabel was given a room of her own. He halted his steps and glanced back at the door. He walks over and puts a hand on the dark teal wood as a wave of nostalgia hit him.

It felt like it was only yesterday when Bruno tucked Mirabel in bed after her failed Gift ceremony. The poor girl…Even from his spot far away from everyone attending ceremony, hidden in the shadows, Bruno could see little Mirabel look up at her Abuela – his Mamá – confused and scared, looking for the reason why the door faded away from her touch and what it had meant.

Mirabel looked at Alma for answers.

An answer she did not have. An answer Alma asked Bruno to find.

Bruno did find the answer, two answers in fact, but…at the time, there was only one. The worst one. The unfavorable one.

With the life he lives, Bruno has held onto many regrets over the years. He regretted being talked into going to a hang out with Pepa and Félix. He regretted not taking up Julieta’s offer to accompany her while she was harvesting her herbs. He regretted telling Pepa a poorly timed weather-based joke on her wedding day…The list goes on…

However, if there was one thing he would never regret, it was going into the walls. It meant that no one have to ask him for prophecies anymore, but more importantly, it had meant he saved Mirabel of a life similar to his. A life of ridicule and ostracization. Sure, she was still treated rather poorly, mainly by Alma and eventually Isabela – that broke Bruno's heart a little – but it was no where near what Bruno had to go through.

True, he still had lingering regrets for not being technically there for his nieces and nephews as they grew up. Same is said for missing the birth of little Antonio. But, if Bruno were asked if he regretted being apart from his family for so long, Bruno's honest answer would still be ‘no.’ Because it had meant that he was protecting someone he had cared for deeply from his visions.

He still empathized with Mirabel’s struggles. The need to be of use, the need to belong…

He turns to the newest, glowing door left of Luisa’s.

Mirabel’s door.

Mirabel has no Gift, she isn't magical like her family, but she was still special. To Bruno, to Julieta, to Agustín, and now – finally – everyone…they could see just how special the girl truly was as just…her. The teen was strong. Much stronger than Bruno could have ever hoped to be. Mirabel had most definitely lived up to her late Abuelo…

“I’m proud of ya, kid,” Bruno said softly. He looks at the nursery door again, patting it gently, before resuming his walk to the stairs to head for the kitchen. But then, as soon as he stepped his third step, another flash occurred. He let out a sharp gasp and stumbled to the left. Casita was quick to move the railing towards Bruno to steady him.

The man panted in short bursts, staring down at foyer below. As he calmed down, he finally noticed that he was moving, but his shaky legs weren’t moving. It was the floor. In the literal sense. Bruno looks down to see the tiles moving him to his room.

“W-wait a minute, Casita! Un momento, un momento!” Bruno grabs a hold on the railing in front of Isabela’s door and hops off the moving tiles. Bruno stood still, waiting to see what Casita might do next. When nothing happened, Bruno knocks on the wood lightly before straightening up and lets out a breath. “…Casita. I-I know that you are worried, but I…I’ll be okay…You know that, right?” There was another low creak. Bruno places a hand back on the railing, gently stroking the smoothed wood. “You…were always there. First brought to life by my Papá’s sacrifice and gave life again after the miracle Mirabel had brought to us. For so long, fifty years, you’ve cared for us. Gracias, Casita. For putting up with a family like ours, huh?” The tiles clicked around again. Bruno smiled before another flashed happened. He braced himself against the rail, his grip tightening. Bruno takes in a deep breath before letting it loose. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he waited for the headache to widdle down a notch.

“…I’ll be okay, Casita…Don’t worry…You don't have to worry about me.”

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