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bewitched | 01

╰┈➤summary: Former neighbors turned lovers, your enchanting romance with Jungkook takes a magical turn. A spell to protect him shapes your past, and now, as a flower shop owner, an unexpected reunion brings buried secrets to light. Past and present collide in a captivating tale of love and mystery.

╰┈➤pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

╰┈➤genre: cf2l, fluff, angst, magic au

╰┈➤warnings: just cursing and salem being a menance. also, jungkook hot ass back

word count. 8.4k

╰┈➤note; hi! this is my first fanfic and i was very nervous about publishing it. i had this idea for a while and i need it to share it. the fic has some touches of my favorite series (sabrina the teenage witch) but the plot is different and the characters (apart from salem).

alsoo, english isn’t my first language so writing this was a challenge but i hope its okay ;)

and thats all, i really wish u enjoy it and please be nice, this is my first time and im scared😭😭

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You consistently gravitated towards a wardrobe painted in familiar tones and patterns – greens, browns, blues, and yellows – with a penchant for clothing adorned by botanical or floral designs.

Yoongi used to make fun of you for it, although there was never a day that he didn't tell you that you looked good.

It was difficult to explain but your affinity for the colors could only be explained by your abilities.

Since you were little, you used to spend days in the sun in the grass, surrounded by trees and grasslands.

You loved playing with the butterflies that flew around or watching the birds that sang and flew freely. You used to talk to the fish that swam through the rivers or to the rabbits who hid in their burrows.

Your obsession with plants also did not diminish with the passage of time; Always worried that the flowers in your aunt's garden were well cared for—including the plants of other neighbors around—you used to water them, sing to them, and prune them.

Surely that obsession guided you to own your own flower shop.

You also used to have great pride in having so much knowledge of them, especially when you were a little girl, since you used to help the ladies in your neighborhood with their plants, giving them advice and tips to take care of them.

Especially one, who was your neighbor next door.

Mrs. Jeon was a pleasant woman, with pretty features and very affectionate towards you.

She was a housewife and had two children; Junghyung and Jungkook. Although you didn't interact much with them.

You still remembered the day the Jeons moved into the house next door.

It was summer and you were returning from your adventures in the forest near the neighborhood, where you talked to the small animals and encouraged green life to grow.

When you turned onto your street, you could see a large moving truck in the house next to yours. Curious, you arrived at your front yard and watched as the movers walked in and out of the house with furniture and boxes.

Before you could watch a family get out of a family car, your aunt Binna called you from the entrance to go take a shower for lunch.

Reluctantly, you left, not before taking a look back.

Years later and you still have the same feeling of warmth that you received every time you remembered the past.

“Why are you smiling at the shovel?”

That's where your memory lane ends. Behind you was Yoongi, who had a small philodendron in his arms.

“Why couldn't I smile at the shovel?” you retorted, leaving the shovel on the counter and sitting up.

Yoongi chuckled, shrugging casually. “I've always known you have a few screws loose. Feel free to continue charming the shovel.”

Mirroring his smile, you quipped, “Thanks for the endorsement, my esteemed companion. You'll be the honored guest at our shovel-themed wedding.”

Setting the plant by the large window, Yoongi fetched his water sprayer from his apron pocket. “I feel truly appreciated,” he replied, misting the green leaves.

From the spacious wooden counter, you opened your laptop, checking the latest email – an order for an outdoor wedding floral arrangement.

“We've got another order,” you informed from your seat.

“For what occasion?” Yoongi abandoned the sprayer, approaching curiously.

“A wedding,” you replied, studying the details.

“Another one?” Your friend leaned beside you.

You shifted for him to read the screen. “At least they're giving us four months," you nodded.

“And the payment is good,” you added. “Our end-of-year getaway might happen after all.”

Yoongi smiled beside you as you bounced with excitement. It might not be a lavish affair, but you cherished the yearly trip with Yoongi and his partner to a quiet seaside town.

A serene ambiance enveloped the place, with only a handful of individuals, and in winter, it turned into a magical haven.

(It was also a place full of magic, but that was a detail that you left hidden)

“Well, in any case, we should celebrate,” Yoongi stood up, heading towards the door to switch the sign from open to closed.

You stretched in your seat and agreed. “What's on the agenda for today? I was thinking of bringing some cakes from Jimin's favorite bakery for our movie night.”

“Oh, about that..." Yoongi hesitated, “Jimin texted me. He's inviting a friend from his college days to join us tonight. Is that okay? I mean, I know you're not a fan of meeting new people, and if you prefer, I can suggest postponing the gathering to tomorrow.”

Taking the broom, you looked at Yoongi affectionately. “It's fine, Yoongs. If he's Jimin's friend, I'm sure I'll get along with him.”

Worry etched Yoongi's expression. “Are you sure? I mean, in the hierarchy of friendships, you come first. Jimin could easily rearrange his plans for us tonight and meet his friend tomorrow.”

Giggling, you enjoyed seeing how much Yoongi cared. “Don't worry. I'm a big girl. I can handle Jimin's college buddies.”

Yoongi smiled in relief. “Alright, but do let me know if you feel uncomfortable or anything.”

“Okey dokey,”you said, raising your palm.

“Okey dokey,” Yoongi replied, giving you a high-five.

The relentless July sun bore down on your head.

Frustrated by the forgotten hat at home, you silently headed to the bakery.

After buying Jimin's favorite cakes —a mixture capable of putting you in a diabetic coma—you headed towards your friends' apartment, which was a few blocks away.

Your friends' neighborhood was your favorite place to visit.

It was a residential area, which was always in perfect condition.

Grand and expansive, the houses stood adorned with enchanting gardens—a sight that never failed to captivate you. Each residence was meticulously maintained, but it was a particular house that unfailingly left you in awe. A colonial masterpiece, it boasted a white facade adorned with vibrant red tiles. Cascading vines adorned the balcony, reaching down to the floor in a display of elegance. What truly set it apart was the magnificent garden, a vibrant canvas of fiery-hued flowers and exquisite sculptures. It spoke volumes about the refined taste of the person fortunate enough to call it home.

Having successfully banished any lingering awe, you reached the enchanting street where your friends resided. Courtesies exchanged with the concierge, you gracefully entered the awaiting elevator, confidently selecting the sixth floor with a soft chime resonating in the enclosed space.

Underneath your composed exterior, a subtle current of nervous anticipation flowed.

It wasn't a matter of feeling overwhelmed by strangers; rather, your unease stemmed from a lack of familiarity with personal social interactions, even though you navigated such dynamics daily in your professional life.

Your inclination leaned toward maintaining a small, close-knit circle of friends, an approach that steered you away from embracing new connections. However, the person you were about to encounter wasn't just a mere stranger but an integral figure in Jimin's life. You were steadfast in your resolve not to burden Jimin with the dilemma of choosing between friends, an ardent desire to avoid becoming a source of disappointment.

Driven by the profound aversion to letting down your friends, you made a conscious decision to present a facade of normalcy for the impending meeting. It was a commitment to navigate through the evening with an air of ease, recognizing that, in the grand tapestry of life, this was merely a single night – a challenge that, with resilience, you believed you could gracefully overcome.

As you reached the designated floor, you traversed the pristine, white hallway, and with a gentle knock, you announced your arrival at the penultimate door. After a brief pause, the door swung open, revealing Jimin's golden locks.

“____!” he exclaimed, “I'm thrilled you could make it!”

A wide smile graced your face. “It's wonderful to see you too. I brought some pastries.”

Jimin reciprocated the smile. “If I weren't gay, I'd definitely kiss you!”

Amused, you laughed and stepped into their apartment. The ambiance of Jimin and Yoongi's residence exuded a youthful yet elegant charm, reflecting both your best friend's personality and that of his partner.

“Come on, Yoongi is busy preparing some meat on the balcony,” the blonde guided you.

“Ah, you've made it,” Yoongi greeted. “I thought you'd be melting in this heat.”

You snorted, “Don't even mention it. I absorbed the last rays of the day's sun on my way here.”

“I offered to pick you up by car,” Yoongi scolded, brandishing his grill knife.

You playfully dismissed him with a wave of your hand. “I know, I know. But I didn't want to distract you, and besides, I enjoy the walk. It adds a magical touch to the whole experience.”

“You're unbelievably stubborn,” Yoongi teased.

To that, you simply shrugged your shoulders, embracing your determined nature.

“What's the heated discussion about?” Jimin interjected, holding a couple of beer cans.

“How intolerable this brat can be,” Yoongi grumbled.

Jimin chuckled, extending a can towards you. You graciously accepted, and the blonde headed to his boyfriend, delivering the other can.

“By the way, Yoongles mentioned you invited a friend from college,” you remarked.

Jimin settled beside you. “Oh, yes, I apologize for not informing you earlier. I know you're not a fan of mingling with strangers, but Yoongi assured me everything is fine.”

You nodded. “No need to worry; I'm perfectly fine with it.”

Jimin visibly relaxed. “Great! You don't have to stress about anything. My friend is not only nice but also incredibly funny.”

Smiling, you inquired, “Were you two very close friends?”

Jimin reclined in his chair, looking at you with evident happiness.

“The connection we shared was extraordinary. Despite his initial shyness, he gradually transformed into a popular figure. Sadly, we lost touch after graduating, and a year ago, he embarked on a global adventure. Now, he's back,” Jimin revealed, his eyes reflecting the depth of their friendship.

“That's truly wonderful. I've always dreamed of an extensive journey myself,” you shared.

Jimin nodded, disclosing, “I followed his captivating journey through his Instagram. His photography gained significant acclaim.”

“Photography, you say?” you inquired.

“Yes, even though his academic focus was in computer science,” Jimin explained, sipping his beer.

“That's remarkable. I'm genuinely happy to hear that his life has taken such a positive turn,” you remarked.

Jimin's emotions seemed to shift. “He's been through a lot, and witnessing his growth brings me immense joy.”

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang, prompting Jimin to leap up.

“It must be him!”

“He appears quite excited.” You noted, then turned to your friend, who was occupied with browning the meat.

“Yes, Jimin told me that his friend had a crisis and that's why he left for a year. Apparently he's a good guy and you know how Jimin is, too sensitive with those he loves.”

“Jimin has been an exceptional friend. I consider myself fortunate to have crossed paths with him,” you expressed sincerely.

A look of profound affection from Yoongi reinforced the warmth of the bond you shared with both of them.

“He's equally delighted to have you in his life, Bub,” Yoongi assured, a sentiment that brought a genuine smile to your face. In a life where you consciously kept your circle compact, the presence of Yoongi and Jimin proved to be the most precious and enriching.

In the midst of your conversation with Yoongi, the imminent return of Jimin momentarily slipped your mind. The air was filled with a blend of voices, among which Jimin's curiosity stood out.

“It's very quiet living here! Are you planning to look for something similar?” You heard Jimin’s voice.

However, the response was drowned out as the balcony door swung open with a resonant creak. Gathering mental fortitude, you adorned your best smile in anticipation.

“Hi, I’m…” you couldn't finish your sentence because you froze.

As you faltered in your attempt to introduce yourself, a sudden surge of paralysis gripped you, freezing your words on the precipice. The room hung suspended in a disconcerting silence, amplifying the tumult within. The boundary between jest and reality blurred, leaving you grappling with a maelstrom of emotions – the impulse to scream, the yearning to shed tears, and an inexplicable urge to escape. Your body, however, betrayed you, caught in a rigid state, joints locked, breath arrested, mirroring the stillness of your heart.

Swift to recognize your distress, Yoongi deftly intervened, redirecting the unfolding awkwardness.

“Hello! I'm Yoongi, Jimin's partner,” he declared, striding purposefully towards the newcomers. To diffuse the palpable tension, he continued, “And this is my best friend, ____,” punctuated by a subtle nod from you.

The newcomers responded with a tentative smile, their composure visibly unsettled. The girl, attuned to her boyfriend's wandering gaze on your figure, diplomatically interjected.

“Hello! I'm Jiwoo, Jungkook's fiancée,” she proclaimed with an air of gentle formality. The weight of the term "fiancée" lingered, resonating deeply in your thoughts.

Jeon Jungkook has a fiancée.

Jimin orchestrated the seating arrangement, placing them beside you. In this surreal juncture, Jungkook introduced himself, his voice an echoing remembrance from the past. Summoning the courage to meet his gaze for the first time since his arrival, you found your breath arrested by the sight of his face, an unsettling pause enveloping the room.

Standing before you was a man whose stature surpassed your recollection, a towering presence accentuated by his impressive height and robust frame. Cascading down his shoulders, his once-familiar dark hair now framed a countenance marked by the passage of time. The revelation of an intricate tapestry of tattoos adorning his arm became apparent, unveiled by the sleeves of his short black t-shirt.

Yet, it was the constancy of his gaze that struck the most profound chord within you. Despite the exchange of words with Jimin, his doe-eyed stare remained unwavering, anchoring your attention in an unsettling and unwelcome connection.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, unable to endure another second in the shared space where their gazes lingered, you gracefully excused yourself. A swift retreat led you to the refuge of the bathroom, seeking solace within its walls as the echoes of their continued scrutiny lingered in your wake.

As your anxiety reached a fever pitch, its palpable effects reverberated in the environment. The handwash faucet, seemingly responding to your heightened state, unexpectedly opened by itself, and the bathroom window flapped vigorously, propelled by an unforeseen gust of wind.

With your heart pounding relentlessly in your chest, you managed to slide down the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, seeking solace on the floor. The overwhelming pressure pushed you into a state of vulnerability.

Recalling the advice from Aunt Yoon's lessons, you instinctively covered your ears with your hands and shut your eyes, resting your head on your knees. Familiar voices echoed in your mind, guiding you to find composure amid the storm of emotions.

In an attempt to regain control, you focused on slow, deliberate breaths. As you exhaled, you directed your attention to the bathroom light. With a graceful sweep of your hand, you extinguished its glow, enveloping yourself in complete darkness, except for the soft illumination seeping through the window.

Within this shadowed cocoon, you conjured a small halo of light with your hands, orchestrating its gentle movements. This newfound distraction allowed you to redirect your focus, creating intricate animal shapes within the luminous halo.

Gratitude welled up as the calming effects of this self-imposed light show permeated your senses, coaxing your pulse back to a more manageable rhythm. Amidst the mental whining for teleportation powers, a shadow beneath the door brought you back to reality.

A delicate knock followed, the sound reverberating through the bathroom.

“Are you okay, Bub?” It was Yoongi.

Contemplating your next move, you acknowledged the inevitability of leaving the bathroom sanctuary. With a sigh of resignation, you rose to your feet and opened the bathroom door, prepared to face the outside world once more.

In the clarity of the room, your friend's worried expression was evident.

“Yes,” you managed to respond, your voice carrying a subtle tremor.

Observing your condition, Yoongi's skepticism lingered, although he refrained from pressing the matter further.

“I don't feel very well. I suspect it was something I ate. Can you excuse me to Jimin and his guests? I don't want to appear rude,” you admitted, attempting to convey sincerity despite the weakness in your words.

Yoongi maintained a neutral expression, nodding in acknowledgment. “I'll go get my keys. Wait for me here.”

Your immediate protest burst forth, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “No! I'm sorry, but I believe it's better for me to go alone. It's not too late, and the fresh air might alleviate my discomfort.”

Raising his eyebrows, your friend expressed concern, “Are you sure you're okay? Should I take you to the hospital?”

Offering a reassuring thumbs-up, you dismissed the trembling in your hands. “Everything is fine; I just feel a little dizzy and tired.”

Before Yoongi could interject, Jimin's voice echoed from outside. “Go,” you urged tensely, “I'll be fine. Just excuse me from Jimin.”

A complex array of emotions played across your friend's face, showcasing his inner struggle. After a few contemplative seconds, he sighed. “Okay, go, but be careful. Let me know when you arrive, and if you feel unwell, don't hesitate to call.”

Embracing him briefly, you departed the apartment swiftly, propelled by a sense of urgency that matched the pace of your footsteps.

With a hasty nod to the doorman, you left the haven of your friends' neighborhood, exhaling a sigh of relief. Under the cloak of night, you found solace in the anonymity it granted, allowing a cathartic scream of frustration to escape into the open air.

Unmindful of the sidelong glances from passersby, you surrendered to the maelstrom of emotions within. The night became a silent confidant to your inner turmoil, and the unbridled tears mirrored the tempest of feelings that engulfed you.

Despite knowing you should control yourself, especially since today's forecast didn't include torrential rain, you ignored this. You didn't bother hiding your magic, which triggered a downpour the moment you left Jimin's apartment.

Facing the reality of your evasive tendencies, you couldn't deny the stark truth about your emotional susceptibilities, a trait often criticized by Aunt Yoon as a vulnerability. In your solitude, your tear-streaked face and swollen, reddened eyes painted a vivid portrait of vulnerability—a deviation from familial expectations. Yet, in this nocturnal moment, it was only the gaze of strangers that bore witness to your emotional upheaval.

As you reclined in the bathtub, contemplating the unexpected encounter with Jungkook, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed you. Surprisingly, Salem, your usually mischievous cat, lay perched on the bath chair, radiating an uncharacteristic air of understanding – a stark departure from his typical penchant for mockery.

It dawned on you that Salem was privy to the intricacies of your history with Jungkook, intimately aware of the emotions that resurfaced during the encounter. His unspoken support, though unexpected, held a unique depth, a testament to the unbreakable bond between you and your feline confidant.

With a deep sigh, you decided to share more details with Salem, letting your feelings spill out like water from a broken dam. “I never imagined he would come back into my life. Not after all this time,” you confessed, your voice tinged with vulnerability.

Salem listened intently, his green eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and sympathy. “Life has a funny way of surprising us,” he mused, his tail swaying gently.

You nodded. “I just wish I could have been more composed when I saw him. Instead, I froze like a deer caught in headlights and ran away.”

The cat brushed against your arm, a gesture of reassurance. “It happens to the best of us. Emotions are messy, especially when it comes to matters of the heart.”

You couldn't argue with that. Jungkook's presence had stirred up a whirlwind of memories, both happy and painful. “I thought I had moved on,” you admitted, running your fingers through the water absentmindedly. “But seeing him again brought everything back.”

Salem, ever the sage advisor, offered his perspective. “Moving on doesn't mean forgetting. It means learning to live with the memories without letting them control you.”

His words resonated with you, providing a sliver of clarity amid the emotional turmoil. “I know, Salem. I need to face this too, even if it feels like reopening old wounds.”

“I'm surprised you accepted this so quickly,” your cat confessed.

You sighed slowly, playing with the soap bubbles.

“I have to, apparently Jimin adores Jungkook. That means I'll have to run into him at least one more time,” you growled.

Salem laughed, throwing his head back showing his white fangs.

“You talk like it's strange that Jungkook is charming to everyone.”

You gave him a knife-sharp look. “Of course I know Jungkook is charming. I knew it from the first moment I saw him”

Your cat looked at you mockingly “I see that your jealousy is still active.”

You threw water at him, making him hiss at you.

“Careful with this beautiful fur, human girl!” Salem looked at himself, looking for any part of his body that was wet.

“I'm not jealous,” you replied.

“Yeah, of course,” your cat replied sarcastically. “As if you didn't suffer a mental breakdown every time Jungkook went to tutor that Cheerleader that you didn't like.”

You got up offended, spilling some water that overflowed onto the floor.

“For the love of Satan! Stop throwing water on the ground!”

You giggled but with a snap, you dried the wet floor without much difficulty.

“Better?”

Salem sighed irritably, but let it go. He knew that you were still affected by the events that occurred a few hours ago.

“I'm sorry,” you looked at him with your bright eyes, on the verge of tears. “It's just that I missed him so much and seeing him there was like my soul returning to my body.”

Salem nodded, his cat-like eyes focused on your trembling countenance. “I understand, although you must also remember that it's not the boy's fault that he hasn't seen you for almost ten years.”

You screeched in frustration. “I know! That's why I'm mad at myself." You clenched your fists. “I'm not being fair, I know.”

In seconds, hot tears of helplessness fell from your eyes.

You had cried so much that you felt like you were running dry, although you preferred to cry naked in your bathtub with your talking cat as a witness than cry like a loser in the streets with the pouring rain.

Salem nudged your hand with his head, a gesture that felt oddly comforting. A small smile played on your lips.

“I appreciate having you around,” you whispered gently. “Despite our occasional squabbles that resemble sibling rivalry, I find joy in having you as a part of my life.”

You and Salem remained in the bathroom, a peculiar duo bound by a history that transcended the ordinary human-pet relationship. The atmosphere softened, and Salem, with a twitch of his tail, broke the silence.

“You know, for a human, you're not half bad,” Salem teased, his green eyes glinting mischievously.

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, “And for a cat, you're surprisingly sentimental.”

Salem nudged your hand playfully, “Only for you, _____. But don't let it go to your head.”

You chuckled, grateful for the levity he brought to the moment. “I won't. So, any plans on how to deal with the Jungkook situation?”

Salem feigned contemplation, his tail swaying side to side. “Well, we could start with not throwing water on the floor every time you're annoyed.”

You laughed, “Fair enough. I'll work on that.”

As you began to drain the bathtub, Salem leaped down, pacing around the bathroom like he owned the place. “Remember, we're in this together, Human. I'm not letting you face the Jungkook dilemma alone.”

With a smirk, you replied, “Good to know, Cat. Teammates, right?”

“Teammates,” he affirmed, and as you stepped out of the bathroom, you couldn't help but appreciate the unique bond you shared with your sassy feline friend. Little did you know, the challenges ahead would only strengthen the unspoken understanding between you and Salem, making your friendship an unexpected source of strength in the face of life's unpredictable twists.

Indulging in an emotional outpour in the midst of a torrential downpour probably wasn't the wisest choice, and now you found yourself grappling with the repercussions of that impulsive decision.

Pain reverberated through your skull like an explosive symphony, each beat an agonizing pulse. Swollen to the point of incapacity, your eyes resisted attempts to open, trapped in the clutches of the affliction tormenting your body. A relentless cough seized you, each convulsion intensifying the already distressing situation.

The warmth radiating from your skin forewarned of an impending fever, threatening to pull you into the abyss of its debilitating embrace at any given moment. As discomfort layered upon discomfort, your physical state became an intricate tapestry of misery, weaving together the threads of throbbing pain, swollen eyes, and an unrelenting cough.

The incessant playback of ABBA's melodic tunes only intensified the predicament. Feeling utterly disheartened and shrouded in darkness, you impulsively struck your nightstand, yearning to silence the persistently chirpy alarm – a feat that proved elusive.

“Salem!” you bellowed in frustration, confident your feline companion was alert. Typically, at this hour, Salem reveled in observing the morning skirmishes between your neighbors, perched contentedly by the window. After a brief pause, you sensed the delicate touch of small paws on the wooden floor, followed by a graceful leap.

“What happened to your face?” inquired your concerned cat, gracefully traversing the expanse of the bed. Emitting a weary sigh, you replied, “What do you think?!” dripping with ironic exasperation. “Could you kindly put an end to the ABBA serenade? It's throbbing in my head.”

“I thought you'd never ask. I was on the verge of contemplating a window escape,” Salem quipped and a welcome hush settled in as the music ceased, leaving behind a palpable tranquility.

“Your appearance is rather dire,” mused your cat. “I'll venture into Binna's ancient cookbook, see if there's a remedy for your congestion and eyes.” With that, your feline companion gracefully exited the room, leaving you alone with the weight of your thoughts.

A peculiar sensation enveloped you, a departure from the serene routine you cherished. Yesterday's surreal events disrupted your tranquility, plunging you into an unexpected maelstrom. As stress mounted, the realization dawned: today, opening the store was an improbable feat. You resigned yourself to the inevitable task of informing Yoongi about your illness.

Contemplating calling him, you hesitated, anticipating his inevitable arrival at your apartment. After leaving you to your own devices yesterday, the gravity of recent events ensured he wouldn't let another moment elapse without seeking an explanation. You understood the futility of avoiding the impending conversation; Yoongi's familiarity with you meant evasion was a futile endeavor.

The internal conflict intensified. While you sought to shield your secrets, not for your sake but for the safety of those around you, memories surfaced of the last time an unwitting innocent had stumbled upon your hidden truths. The stakes were higher, and the delicate balance between disclosure and protection hung in the uneasy silence of your apartment.

The internal turmoil dissipated with a knock on your front door, a sure sign that it was Yoongi. Despite your initial inclination to feign slumber and play ignorant, you dismissed the unfairness of such tactics. Struggling against your physical discomfort, you made your way to the door, relying on muscle memory to navigate the lock on the first attempt.

“Hello,” you greeted him, your voice laced with drowsiness. As the silence lingered, your anxiety mounted. “Tell me you're Yoongi and not a stranger.”

Assured by his familiar voice, you sighed in relief when Yoongi confirmed his identity. "It's me, Daisy,” he reassured, but concern etched his features. “What happened to you?! Do you need help?”

Before you could dismiss his offer, Yoongi's hands gently grasped your shoulders, guiding you back into the apartment. “You should have told me you were like this!” he exclaimed, a mix of frustration and worry evident in his tone. “Go to bed, let me prepare some herbal water and soup.”

Attempting nonchalance, you responded, “It's okay. Salem is taking care of it,” the words slipping out without much thought. Heading towards your room, you realized Yoongi wasn't following.

“What's going on?” you questioned.

“How is Salem going to take care of that?” Yoongi pressed, seeking clarification.

In a quick mental scramble, you conjured an excuse. “You know I like to joke about Salem being almost like a person,” you explained, hoping he would attribute your words to the haze of illness. Yoongi relaxed slightly, accepting the explanation. “Okay, let's go,” he agreed, unknowingly stepping into a web of secrets and feigned normalcy.

You found solace in the eccentricity of your speech and demeanor, knowing that Yoongi rarely took your statements seriously. “I guess this is about last night,” he remarked, momentarily halting your steps.

“Uh, yeah, about that…” you hesitated, reaching your unkempt bed where Yoongi dutifully set about fixing the disarrayed bedding, tenderly covering you.

“I'm sorry,” you murmured, opening your eyes just a sliver, the figure of your friend a bit blurred.

“Why?” he inquired, settling on the edge of the bed beside you.

“For being a lousy friend,” you confessed.

Yoongi chuckled. “Why do you think you're a lousy friend?”

A lingering silence enveloped the room as internal debate raged on. The decision to divulge or withhold weighed heavily on your mind, yet the fear of losing Yoongi eclipsed the burden of guilt.

“Last night,” you began, releasing a fraction of the truth.

“I can't say I don't care, but the truth is, I don't know what happened with you last night.”

Observing your uncertain expression, Yoongi placed his hand atop yours. “It's okay if you don't want to tell me, but if you need someone to share those things with, you know you have me.” His reassurance offered a comforting anchor in the tempest of secrets and unspoken words.

“It’s not that! It's just that…” you blurted out, grappling to organize your thoughts. “It's hard to tell you this.”

Yoongi's expression shifted to surprise. “Is it something bad? Although it hurts me a little to think that you can't tell me things.”

“No!” you blurted out again. “I mean, it's not a bad thing, but it is a secret—something I haven't shared with anyone. I can't leave you with that weight on your shoulders. I care about you deeply, and this is a very old personal issue of mine.”

Yoongi sighed, his touch on your hand offering a reassurance. “I understand that you have secrets and everything, but I need you to trust me. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”

Frustration welled up within you. You comprehended your friend's earnestness, and part of you yearned to unburden yourself, seeking refuge in his understanding like a vulnerable child. Yet, the weight of the secrets, particularly this one, loomed heavily.

“I trust you with my life,” you asserted firmly. “Don't ever think that I don't trust you. But this is delicate, and I don't want to put you in danger, okay? It's for your own good. I need you to understand.” Your hand found his, emphasizing the gravity of your words, seeking a connection that transcended spoken language in the complexity of shared trust and unspoken fears.

Yoongi's gaze lingered on the juncture where your hands met his. Your small, pale hands, adorned with various scars, each a testament to childhood mishaps, contrasting sharply with his own larger, slender fingers—resembling those of a pianist, unmarred by any blemish.

Having known you for about five years, Yoongi recalled his initial impression of you as a girl thrust into the adult world, seemingly vulnerable yet never to be underestimated. Physically unassuming, you harbored an indomitable strength within. Even on the brink of collapse, you seldom sought assistance, always striving to navigate challenges independently.

Your independence, strong will, and stubbornness were palpable, complemented by a warmth and genuine concern for your loved ones. Despite the tough exterior, Yoongi understood that you harbored a complex relationship with your family—a topic shrouded in silence, as if you had grown up in solitude.

Yoongi sighed, breaking the contemplative silence. “It's okay. I understand. But when you're ready, please tell me. Otherwise, I don't know how to help you, kiddo.” Despite your persistent self-reliance, he emphasized his commitment to ensuring your well-being.

The unspoken bond between you and Yoongi transcended mere friendship; it was a pact of mutual support, a promise that echoed in the intertwining of your hands—a connection that conveyed a shared understanding even in the face of undisclosed burdens.

Giving him a warm smile, you say, “I've got you, Yoongi. When the time's right, I'll spill all the beans. I Appreciate you rolling with the punches in my life and being the constant in all the chaos. You're my rock, Yoongi.”

A spark of anticipation ignites within you, and you can't help but feel a renewed sense of connection. You eagerly await the day when you can share your truths with Yoongi, not just because it's necessary, but because he's earned the right to know the intricacies of your heart. Until then, the unspoken bond between you two will continue to strengthen, paving the way for a future where your shared trust transcends the undisclosed burdens you carry.

The weight of the term "coward" bore down on you, a bitter truth you grappled with. In refusing your friends' invitations, you felt the sting of guilt, recognizing the unfairness of your actions. Yet, each declination seemed like a desperate attempt to shield them from the mysterious reality you were living.

Deep down, you were keenly aware that Yoongi harbored suspicions about your enigmatic secret and your reluctance to join gatherings since Jungkook's return. But so far, he chose to maintain a respectful silence, understanding the complexity of your situation. You knew that inevitably, you would have to face them or reveal the truth, a daunting prospect that loomed on the horizon of your clandestine reality.

Lost in contemplation, you found solace in the transformative touch of your magic on a calla lily's withered leaves. The visual metamorphosis from faded yellow to vivid green offered a momentary escape from the turmoil within.

The idea of visiting a neglected park to tend to the forsaken plants flickered in your thoughts. However, your recent weeks had dwindled into a mundane routine—shuttling between your apartment and work with little room for spontaneity.

Salem, your feline confidant, dismissed your cautious approach, deeming you a “scared chicken.” Yet, Salem wasn't navigating the unpredictable streets, fearing an accidental reunion with a former love entwined with his fiancée.

Seeking refuge in the familiar, your nights were painted with Gilmore Girls marathons, a shared ritual with Salem. In this routine, you found a fragment of normalcy, although Salem's affinity for reality shows, particularly the extravagantly dramatic ones, wasn't lost on you—typical of a devoted Jersey Shore fan.

On one of those nights, there you were, clad in bunny pajamas and cocooned beneath a soft, pink blanket. Salem, your feline companion, lounged nearby, sporting cucumbers over his eyes as he reclined in an armchair atop a plush pillow.

“I don't understand why Rory makes such a big deal about being with that cute boy,” Salem remarked, his feline skepticism directed at the TV screen.

You sighed, your attention captivated by the unfolding drama on the television. “Well, Rory is classified as a good girl, and he's a bad boy, as they say,” you attempted to rationalize the protagonist's actions.

Salem sighed dramatically, almost dislodging one of the cucumbers from his eyes. “These children today with their labels. That's not a bad boy! Having a bad personality and doing unexpected things is not being bad. In my human era, I used to set houses on fire for fun.”

You couldn't help but glance at your cat, suppressing a laugh. “Salem, the difference is that he simply behaves badly socially. You, on the other hand, wanted to dominate the world.”

Offended, Salem shifted, grabbing a corn cap and defiantly placing it in his mouth. “What's wrong with wanting to take over the world? I was honestly doing all you vapid humans a favor.”

You sighed, fully aware that attempting to alter your cat's worldview was a futile endeavor. Despite his occasional moral quirks, his loyalty to you remained unwavering, even if his ethical compass was a bit unconventional.

Salem chimed in, dismissing the idea of Rory choosing her boyfriend over the 'bad boy.' “Anyway, she'd be stupid to choose her idiot boyfriend over the 'bad boy,'” Salem quipped, offering his feline commentary on the TV drama.

Casually grabbing a handful of popcorn, you nodded in agreement. “I can't deny that. Jess is very charming.”

Salem burst into laughter. “You always fall for the character like him,” he teased, capturing the essence of your penchant for captivating personalities.

You shrugged, acknowledging Salem's astute observation. Personality, indeed, held considerable weight in your assessments. However, a somber undertone enveloped the room as your cat uttered, “Although Jungkook was a different story.”

Salem, quick to rectify any potential discomfort, clarified, “I mean, Jungkook wasn't a bad boy, but he was very charming.”

A bittersweet smile played on your lips. Salem's words rang true – Jungkook was undeniably charming. In fact, “charming” had been his nickname during your past relationship. His allure extended beyond his striking physical features to his dark, captivating eyes. Yet, it was his multifaceted personality that truly distinguished him. Jungkook, a gentleman and a hopeless romantic, possessed a charisma that left an indelible mark.

However, the charm didn't diminish his playful side – a penchant for competition and teasing that brought both joy and occasional exasperation. The memories of those moments played like a silent film, evoking a mix of nostalgia and the inevitable ache that accompanied thoughts of Jungkook.

Your talking cat, astutely perceiving the direction of your thoughts, chose to intervene. “It's late. My dream of beauty awaits me,” he declared, nonchalantly removing the cucumbers from his eyes, as if signaling the end of his entertainment.

You absentmindedly nodded in response. “Hey brat, you should go to sleep. Your dark circles are getting worse every day,” your cat stated, taking a few steps into his designated space.

As always, your cat's acerbic comments carried an underlying truth. Your dark circles, silent witnesses to your restless nights, had indeed become more pronounced. It wasn't that you were resistant to the idea of sleep; it was just that ever since the unexpected encounter with Jungkook, restful slumber had eluded you. Moreover, an inexplicable fatigue had settled into your bones, leaving your body more exhausted than usual.

The nightly escapades with Gilmore Girls and Salem's company, while comforting, couldn't completely mask the deeper anxieties that lingered beneath the surface. As you stood on the precipice between wakefulness and dreams, the echoes of the past and the uncertainties of the present converged, casting shadows that manifested as visible signs on your weary face.

Yoongi had mentioned his and Jimin's trip to his parents' house, but it only fully registered today when he sent a message reminding you that, for the day, you would be the sole occupant of the store.

Luckily, you were already en route, having woken up ahead of the alarm. Mornings held a special allure for you, a time when the world seemed brimming with possibilities. The birds serenaded from the trees, the plants stirred to life, eager for a morning sunbath, and people bustled about, preparing for their day.

Fortune favored you, as the day unfolded with a surprising calmness, sparing you from a hectic workload. Capitalizing on the tranquil atmosphere, you decided to close up shop early and head home, intending to invite your cat for a leisurely outing.

Salem, seemed overjoyed at the prospect, his daily entertainment having temporarily moved away—the neighbors next door.

You adorned yourself in a thin dress adorned with vibrant flower patterns, the perfect attire for basking in the sunny day. A diligent application of sunscreen followed, a necessary precaution for your sensitive skin.

However, Salem's animal instincts prevented him from roaming freely without a leash. Although not a conventional cat, his unpredictable nature necessitated a careful approach. As you prepared to take him out, the anticipation of a sunlit excursion filled the air, promising a serene interlude amidst the routine of your day.

“Do you prefer that we go to the park near the center or the one near this sector?” you inquired, capitalizing on the deserted streets to engage in a conversation with Salem.

Salem's tail swayed as he noticed bugs fluttering near some flowers. “Let's go to the one close to your friends' neighborhood. Let's take advantage of the fact that they're not in the city,” he responded absentmindedly.

Enthusiastically, you and your cat set off in that direction. The park near your friends' neighborhood held a special charm—beautiful, serene, and known for its delightful ice cream offerings.

Upon arrival, you witnessed the expansive park filled with families enjoying their leisure time. Opting to settle near the pet-friendly area, you and Salem joined the ranks of others with the same intention.

As you observed, puppies frolicked joyfully, engaging in playful antics, while cats gracefully navigated their designated climbing structures. Salem, for once, seemed poised for a predator's pursuit, his back raised and gaze fixed intently on the grass.

Seating yourself, you embraced the idyllic scene, the carefree interactions of pets mirroring the leisurely afternoon unfolding around you.

After a delightful stint at the pet-friendly section, you suggested to Salem that it was time for ice cream—an idea that sparked shared excitement. The ice cream stand in this park had a well-deserved reputation for its delightful treats.

As you traversed the park toward the exercise area, the ice cream cart came into view, attended by an elderly gentleman exuding warmth. “Hello,” you greeted. “Can you give me two ice cream cones, please?” You opted for the classic strawberry and vanilla combination, while Salem subtly indicated—keeping it hush-hush from the vendor—his preference for chocolate and cookie flavor.

Equipped with your chosen delights, both of you sought refuge from the heat under the shade in the nearby area.

“There are quite a few humans exercising,” Salem observed between licks of his ice cream, which you held out for him.

You nodded, your mouth occupied with the delectable treat. In the vicinity, exercise platforms hosted several people, likely part of a group that gathered for communal workouts. The gusty afternoon wind played its part, occasionally obstructing your view as you contended with strands of hair billowing into your face.

Amidst bites of ice cream and the distant hum of exercise enthusiasts, you and Salem reveled in the simple joy of a sunlit day, punctuated by the sweet indulgence of shared treats.

The tranquility surrounding you shattered abruptly when Salem, positioned next to you, nearly dropped his ice cream. “What happened to you?” you inquired in surprise, brushing strands of hair out of your face.

As your vision cleared, you observed your cat, seemingly paralyzed by something in his line of sight. Following his gaze, you discovered the source of his astonishment—a muscular figure executing pull-ups on some bars. However, your fortune took a turn for the worse as you recognized the specimen to be none other than Jungkook.

His sweaty back adhered to a tight black t-shirt, elevating the temperature on your cheeks. While you had always been aware of Jungkook's well-maintained physique, your mental image had been anchored in his teenage years, not this embodiment of masculinity.

“Damn,” you and Salem echoed simultaneously. As you continued to gawk, your grip faltered, leading to the unfortunate demise of your ice cream. Yet, your attention remained captivated by the man before you.

An involuntary reaction stirred between your legs—a sensation dormant for far too long. However, the enchantment was abruptly disrupted by the barking of a large dog nearby. Panic set in; you were with Salem, and despite his mischievous tendencies in his golden age, he remained a cat.

Swiftly scooping up your feline companion, you used your magic to clean the fallen ice cream with a single hand.

In a near sprint, you attempted to escape the scene swiftly, but your efforts were thwarted as the same barking dog bolted towards you at full speed. Closing your eyes in fear, you clutched Salem tightly to your chest, shielding him from potential harm.

“Fuckin-!” Salem's protest was muffled as you squeezed him even tighter. Panicking, you beseeched the approaching dog, “Oh, cute little dog! Good dog! Don't eat my cat, please!”

To your relief, instead of feeling sharp teeth, the dog leaped onto you, licking you eagerly and wagging its tail with unbridled joy. As you cautiously opened your eyes, you found the little dog gazing at you happily, devoid of any malevolent intentions.

Before you could identify the source of the new voice, the dog leapt off you. “I'm sorry! I promise he doesn't have any bad intentions; he's just very playful!” the owner explained.

“Don't worry…” you began, only to be interrupted as you locked eyes with your unexpected savior. “Oh, it's you!” Jungkook exclaimed with unusual excitement.

Struggling to respond, you found yourself once again speechless in his presence. Jungkook, unaware of your rigid demeanor, continued, “Sorry about my dog! He's still a puppy and tends to be playful.”

Feeling claws digging into your stomach, you silently cursed Salem. As Jungkook spoke, you attempted to break free from your frozen state. “Hi, um... sorry, it must be because of my cat.” You finally managed to speak, avoiding direct eye contact. “Don't worry, I did notice.”

Jungkook's smile was blindingly bright, leaving you momentarily stunned. “He's cute,” he remarked, pointing to your chest where Salem was concealed.

Suppressing a laugh at the irony, you agreed, “Yes, although he's not much of a dog lover.” You gestured towards Bam, who was curiously sniffing around “He’s cute too”

“He is. Although his size can be intimidating,” Jungkook commented with a smile.

Unable to resist, you inadvertently mirrored his smile. “How old is he?” you inquired, curiosity piqued. Bam, a Doberman with a sleek, dark coat, stood at a height reaching up to your belly. He exuded an air of elegance and grace.

Jungkook's response drew an astonished gasp from you, “Almost seven months. I know, it's the same reaction every time I mention his age.”

A laugh bubbled from you as you adjusted Salem, his curious little head popping up from your arm. “Hello, little friend,” Jungkook greeted your feline companion warmly, fostering a comforting warmth within you.

You introduced Salem, playfully mentioning, “Unlike Bam, let's say he's not very young”.

It wasn't exactly a lie – you had known Salem since you were a baby, and according to your aunts, Salem had been a cat for quite a long time.

Jungkook extended his tattooed hand towards you, curiosity dancing in his doe-like eyes. “Can I pet him?” The sudden closeness caught you off guard, but you managed to reply, “Sure. He's not aggressive.”

Jungkook's gentle strokes on your cat's dark fur left Salem completely enchanted, purring happily in your arms. “Apparently, he likes affection,” Jungkook observed, his eyes locking onto yours.

You smiled shyly, your pulse quickening. “No. He only likes you,” you shared, attempting to bring a lightness to the situation. “He doesn't like people very much. Hopefully, he can put up with Yoongi.”

Jungkook grinned at your words, and before temptation could take hold, you squeezed your cat and smoothed down your dress. “I think it's time to go,” you said casually, concealing any nervousness. “It was nice seeing you.”

Surprisingly, Jungkook seemed momentarily taken aback by your swift departure. “Oh sure!” His cheerful tone dimmed slightly. “I'm sorry about what happened with Bam. I hope you had a good afternoon.”

You nodded shyly, uncertain if another encounter with the sweaty yet undoubtedly attractive Jungkook would be good for your heart.

“Well, I guess I'll see you on Wednesday?” he suggested, subtly trying to delay your departure.

“On Wednesday?” you asked with a feigned innocence.

Jungkook chuckled. “I guess Yoongi hasn't told you yet. We're having a barbecue with friends to celebrate my return to the country. It's at my friend's house where I'm staying, just a few minutes from here.” He shared this with a shy smile, “You're invited; I hope you can make it.”

Despite the initial inclination to decline, Jungkook's charm left you powerless to resist his hopeful gaze. “Okay,” you agreed after a moment, pulling your gaze away from his eyes to survey the surroundings. “I'll see if I can come.”

Jungkook's smile persisted, seemingly undeterred by your attempt at resistance. “I'll look forward to it. It's going to be a blast.”

You chuckled nervously, “Don't set your expectations too high.”

Jungkook, still smiling, leaned in slightly and said, “Hey, it's going to be a fun time on Wednesday. Good food, good vibes. You gotta be there!”

You chuckled, “I'll think about it. Can't promise anything, though.”

Jungkook, with a playful grin, countered, “Come on, live a little. We didn't meet properly last time, but I think we'll get along. I already like your vibe, and I can see that Jimin and Yoongi adore you”

You raised an eyebrow, “My vibe, huh? Well, we'll see. No guarantees, though.”

Jungkook, keeping it light, gave a casual shrug, “Cool. Wednesday it is, then?”

Despite your initial resistance, Jungkook's carefree demeanor and magnetic aura prove to be a formidable combination. Succumbing to the easy flow of conversation and the genuine warmth he exudes, you find yourself nodding in agreement. “Sure, Wednesday it is,” you reply, trying to downplay the subtle thrill that creeps into your tone.

Jungkook's smile widens, a playful glint in his eyes. “Awesome! Can't wait to hang out. It's going to be a good time, I promise.”

Internally shaking your head at your unexpected change of heart, you shoot back, “Don't get too excited! I'm just there for the food.”

As you walked away, the realization dawned upon you – you were in deep trouble. The echoes of Jungkook's laughter lingered in your mind, and the casual commitment to a Wednesday gathering now felt like the first step into a maze of unpredictable emotions. Somehow, in that lighthearted exchange, you couldn't shake off the feeling that the road you were on might lead to a place where your carefully constructed emotional boundaries would be tested.

#bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x oc #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #yoonmin #magic au #bts fanfic #jungkook fiction #bts fic #jungkook fluff #jjk fic

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MatchesAreLit Masterlist

REQUESTS OPEN

*= suggestive (minors dni) ** = smut (minors dni) Marvel Masterlist Firefly Masterlist Squid Game Masterlist Smosh Masterlist

Tiny imagine <150w Small imagine <1000w Imagine >1000w

Dark Matter

Three

The Bridge* (small imagine)

Bunking

Meeting back up with the crew of the Raza but with their new crew members there’s only one bed left at the end of the night.

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Ghostbusters-CU

Lars Pinfield

Just us

Lars has invited you over to the lab before, so why is it awkward today?

Scientists of an Absurd Field

You visit the lab and as always the air is full of condescending words and unspoken compliments.

Workplace Attire (small imagine)

In the aftermath of Garraka Lars makes his way back to the lab... You are just a little amused at the state he's in.

Zookeeper

The only thing left for the day was feeding the ghosts their dinner... Lars is there and ready to help, help keep you company that is.

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Oscar’s hotel

Oliver

Oscar’s Protégé (tiny imagine)

Capabilities (tiny imagine)

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Rusty Lake

Jakob\Mr Owl

The Gardening Job (small imagine)

David

Research (small imagine)

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Friday Night Dinner

Johnny

Adam’s Bestie*

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Lucifer

Lucifer Morningstar

Back With A Badge, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, (INDEFINATE HIATUS)

Detective Hatch is reunited with a friend when she is transferred to LA but what will happen when she gets ‘acquainted’ with the Devil.

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Dick Grayson

The Mysteries Of Dick Grayson*

“Now as far as I know this rooftop is neither yours nor in a city you have sworn to protect. So what, pray tell is a little birdie doing up here in the dead of night?”

Felicity Smoak

Proposal (small imagine)

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Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Dorian Gray

The Newest Fad

A new club has Dorian’s empty and he is furious... until hes not. I mean how could he be with that familiar voice in his ear.

Ambrose Spellman

Old ‘Friends’

You visit the home of two women who are practically family, but so much has changed in the last 70 years since you lost your best friend. what will it be like to see him again.

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Tin Can Bros

Scrags

Hands up (small imagine)

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Grimm

Trubel

Anti-Grimm (small imagine)

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Who

11th Regeneration

“Sorry”* (small imagine)

Make out sesh (small imagine)

10th Regeneration

Two Hearts (small imagine)

Clara Ozwald

“Best Friends” ... sure (small imagine)

Rory Williams

A Hunky Nurse

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Stranger Things

Robin or Steve

Heading to Hawkins P1

While staying with the Hendersons you meet someone new.

P2 Robin x F!Reader

P2 Steve x F!Reader

P2 Steve x NonF!Reader

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Curious Creations of Christine McConnell

Christine + Norman x reader

Poly (small imagine)

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Jurassic Park

Ian Malcolm

Cuddling Him (HCs)

Au pairs and attacks

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Evan Peters

An Interesting Rest

During a week or so break off of filming you and some friends go on a trip, that results in a new friend who looks strikingly familiar. But will this friendship tear apart another?

Fp Jones

Picnic (small imagine)

Tommy Shelby

An Easy Target

Samuel Davenport Archive 81

Visser**

Visser P2 **

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mormon-character-tournament · 9 months

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Group Four Round One

Character info from submissions under the cut

Theo Putnam (Headcanon) Theo is a ftm trans friend of Sabrina who gains courage to transition while also dealing with all the magic going on in the show. headcanon: Their family is a very used to be mormon, were pioneers, type characters, and now that all their family is inactive/exmormon, Theo is like 1-2 generations removed from mormon ancestors, but the whole attitude is "yeah my family is culturally mormon, but nobody does anything like that anymore."

Orel Puppington (Headcanon) Orel is a plucky young boy with a heart of gold, however he's very gullible and takes everything way too literally. He's raised in a small protestant Christian town and (almost) all the adults are horrible people who keep contradicting themselves when it comes to religion. The story revolves around his disillusionment with the authority figures around him and developing a stronger belief in God through exploring other religious practices and what it really means to be a good Christian (being kind and open-minded to others as well as yourself.) He's pretty much one of the best missionaries you could ask for (or at least, he's working on it!) He's kind, eager, curious, and constantly trying his best (for better or for worse.) Over the course of the story his naivety slowly becomes open-mindedness, despite the authority figures constantly misguiding him. One of his closest friends (and trusted adults) is an atheist tattoo and piercing artist and there's even a time where he gives a sermon to his own pastor that is better than any sermon the pastor gave. I just feel like he would really dig the LDS faith once he starts exploring those things later in his life.

#mormon tournament #theo putnam #orel puppington #headcanon #poll

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fwaldorf · 7 months

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tag game : bold the facts ! 💀

i got tagged by: @polygonbeach and @byou-shin <3 ty guys :3

i tag : @cobycobsy2k @stevelacysguitarstrings @profesionalpartyguest @socialbunny @vampirepill @alanna-goth @simmer-until-tender and whoever wants to make this! :D

rules: tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. easy! the person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

sabrina dallas aka pukii madness <3

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying (she's currently in her last year of hs) / other

✖ Criminal Records: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet (she and her best friend, mackenzie used to love draw graffitis in public space) / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy (she spends her nights playing the sims 2 ofc and watching vids on yt ofc) / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent (her dad is musician and artist, sooo pukii always loved drawing and playing the piano!! shes so good at it) / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s)/ not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

#my baby pukii t_t i love her sm #this was so fun to do!!!#oc: pukii #oc

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salvatoraes · 3 months

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VERSES WHERE ALEX FITZALAN IS STEFAN'S FACECLAIM :

CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA : he's a teenage witch that attends the academy of unseen arts.

LEGACIES : after he died & came back ( courtesy of klaus & hope mikaelson ) he was accidentally put into a different body & now he's stuck in it as well as being a newbie witch.

THE HUNGER GAMES : he's younger here, obviously. between the ages of 18 & 23.

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY : again, he's younger here, the same age as conrad.

that's all for now ! for anyone curious, the main reasoning alex is an alt for stefan is when i imagine stefan as an actual young adult aka he grew up human, i always imagined him as alex. the vibe is just there for me & it's been this way for a while. <3

#v. listen up folks，psa.#i. the guilted ripper，a. fitzalan.

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 2 months

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So i've just stumbled upon match ups and I'm here for this concept!! Bit of fun and all that, in the spirit of reader shipping i'd love a Hobbit/LOTR/HP/Marvel match up - lover of many fandoms here!

I'm late 20s, mid size, petite. Ashy blonde/true summer season who's an Aquarius and ENFJ. Have been compared to Chloe Grace Moretz and Abigail Breslin by people which I always find a weird combo but guess it somehow works for me.

London based but split my time in New York, Dublin, and Sydney because my family is all over. Appriciative of all kinds of culture - firmly believe that we all have to eat, find ways to enjoy ourselves in life, and eventually die so why not learn about different customs and travel to experience them.

Still love my comforts though - not afraid of out there art (Poor Things is currently my fave film in the Oscars race) and was raised on the 90s Sabrina The Teenage Witch. It's a fine line between having compassion and complaining and I walk that line well. I'm serious when i'm serious but embrace being silly. Ironic sense of humour, including dark jokes but can be sensitive at times. A realist with my head in the clouds and aware of it, if that makes sense! I know how to focus and dedicate myself to getting things done but firmly believe there is nothing wrong with wanting to be taken care of at the end of the day, balance is important.

In love i'm playful and poetic but don't hold back in saying how I really feel about a person. Definitely someone who rambles and overshares with my partner but incredibly observing and loyal to who i'm with. Building up the other person is important and self care is too - i'm always up front if I need to go off and spend time alone or with friends but my husband is my best friend hands down.

So curious as to what pairings you can come up with!

I ship you with Sirius!

✨ Can’t help but spoil you with pretty jewellery just a little bit

✨ Slow dancing together at home

✨ Planning trips and adventures together (in both the wizarding and muggle world)

✨ Runs you nice relaxing baths after a long day

✨ Always able to make each other laugh

✨ He’s like an excited kid when he goes on a plane with you for the first time

✨ Holds you whenever you need and is always down for a nap together

✨ Stealing his clothes whenever you can

I ship you with Thorin!

✨ Teaching you how to dance for Royal events

✨ Buys you beautiful gowns fit for a queen

✨ Loving to read and learn about his culture and ancestry

✨ Cuddles by the fire

✨ Romantic baths together

✨ Going all in with and loving his cultural celebrations

✨ Being able to go to each other always when you just need a moment to vent

✨ Loves how well you get along with his big family and friends

I ship you with Haldir!

✨ Showing you old elvish art and buildings

✨ Makes a ritual of running you a bath every night he’s home

✨ Adventures within Lothlorien together when he’s back from boarder watch

✨ Swooning whenever you wear lovely elvish gowns

✨ Stealing his cloaks and coats, making him laugh because you drown in them

✨ Perfect height for forehead kisses

✨ Loves carrying you whenever he can

✨ About once a year to manage to convince him to go on an adventure out of Lothlorien

I ship you with Thor!

✨ Dates at the movies

✨ Cuddles after a long day

✨ Showing him fun art things and him showing you art from Asgard

✨ Exploring on and out of Earth together

✨ Having little found family dinners at your house

✨ Talking on the phone together for hours

✨ He loves how smol you are

✨ Thors life is a bit chaotic so he’s very grateful for your help with organising and structure

#ship match up #Harry Potter #Sirius black #the hobbit #Thorin #lotr #lord of the rings #Haldir #Thor #MCU #marvel

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lacrimosathedark · 2 months

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I know I'm probably a weirdo for this, but one day I got to thinking, what if Pokemon was lingually accurate? Like, if characters were named appropriately based on their region? So I actually went through Bulbapedia and compiled a list of every major character's names in other languages. And just in case anyone else was curious, I thought I'd share it.

I'm going from the English base, so I'm majorly not including Unova, Galar, and most of Alola. Ones that are weird or are migrants I give explanations for.

Kanto: Japanese

Red: Same in English and Japanese

Leaf: Same in English and Japanese

Blue: Technically referred to as Green in Japanese since the original games were Red and Green (hence remakes being FireRed and LeafGreen), but is considered Blue internationally and it makes more sense to me (Red picks Charmander, rival picks Squirtle to be better, thus Blue).

Kakeru (Chase)

Ayumi (Elaine)

Shin (Trace)

Takeshi (Brock)

Kasumi (Misty)

Lt. Surge: His original title is "The Lightning American" and there's a whole tribute gym to his in Alola, so it's very likely he's from an America-inspired region, thus English name.

Erika: Same in English and Japanese

Kyou (Koga)

Anzu (Janine)

Natsume (Sabrina)

Katsura (Blaine)

Kanna (Lorelei)

Siba (Bruno)

Kikuko (Agatha)

Wataru (Lance)

Rocket-dan (Team Rocket): Literally written in katakana "ro-ke-t(su)-to"

Sakaki (Giovanni)

Ohkido Yukinari-hakase (Professor Samuel Oak)

Johto: Japanese

Hibiki (Ethan)

Kris: Same in English and Japanese

Kotone (Lyra)

Silver: Same in English and Japanese

Hayato (Falkner)

Tsukushi (Bugsy)

Akane (Whitney)

Matsuba (Morty)

Shijima (Chuck)

Mikan (Jasmine)

Yanagi (Pryce)

Ibuki (Clair)

Itsuki (Will)

Karin (Karen)

Minaki (Eusine)

Apollo (Archer)

Athena (Arianna)

Lambda (Petrel)

Lance (Proton): Yes, this is confusing with the Indigo Champion's English name being Lance.

Utsugi-hakase (Professor Elm)

Hoenn: Japanese

Yuuki (Brendan)

Haruka (May)

Mitsuru (Wally)

Tsutsuji (Roxanne)

Touki (Brawly)

Tessen (Wattson)

Asuna (Flannery)

Senri (Norman)

Nagi (Winona)

Fū (Tate)

Lan (Liza)

Juan: His Japanese name is Adan, but he uses different foreign words by localization (English in Japanese, Spanish in Viz's anime dub, and French in the Adventures manga's translation) so is likely foreign. Juan is his name in English, German, and French.

Mikuri (Wallace) Rune no Tami (Sootopolitan)

Kagetsu (Sidney)

Fuyou (Phoebe)

Glacia: Her name in Japanese is Prim, but she's implied to be from a more Western-based region. Glacia is her name in both English and French.

Genji (Drake)

Tsuwabuki Daigo (Steven Stone)

Datsura (Noland) Factory Head: Same in English and Japanese

Kogomi (Greta) Arena Captain (Arena Tycoon)

Tucker: Implied to be foreign, especially as his Japanese name is Heath. Tucker is his English name, and most other Romantic translations are loosely similar and come from the respective languages' word for "tactics". Dome Superstar (Dome Ace)

Azami (Lucy) Tube Queen (Pike Queen)

Ukon (Spenser) Palace Guardian (Palace Maven)

Jindai (Brandon) Pyramid King: Same in English and Japanese

Lila (Anabel) Tower Tycoon (Salon Maiden)

Higana (Zinnia) Denshousha (Lorekeeper)

Lutia (Lisia) Lutti (Lissi)

Tylulu (Ali): Lisia's Altaria

Magma-dan (Team Magma): Literally written in katakana "ma-gu-ma"

Matsubusa (Maxie)

Kagari (Courtney)

Homura (Tabitha)

Aqua-dan (Team Aqua): Literally written in katakana "a-ku-a"

Aogiri (Archie)

Ushio (Matt)

Izumi (Shelly)

Odomaki-hakase (Professor Birch)

Sinnoh: Japanese

Kouki (Lucas)

Hikari (Dawn)

Jun (Barry)

Hyouta (Roark)

Natane (Gardenia)

Sumomo (Maylene)

Maximum Mask (Crasher Wake): Maybe a little more clearly than the English name, it's a stage name and his real name is unknown. He's called "Maxi" for short, so it could just be that.

Fantina or Kiméra: Her name in Japanese is Melissa, which is a clearly Western name along with using foreign phrases. The difficulty here is in original Japanese (as well as French, logically) she speaks English, while most other localizations she speaks French. Fantina is her name in English, Spanish, and Portuguese. Kiméra is her name in French.

Suzuna (Candice)

Denzi (Volkner)

Ryou (Aaron)

Kikuno (Bertha)

Ōba (Flint)

Goyou (Lucian)

Shirona (Cynthia)

Kurotsugu (Palmer) Tower Tycoon: Same in English and Japanese

Neziki (Thorton) Factory Head: Same in English and Japanese

Dahlia: Same in English and Japanese Roulette Goddess (Arcade Star)

Kokuran (Darach): His Lady may be likely Unovan, but his lineage is never specified and he seems to have a Hisuian ancestor, so him being from Sinnoh is likely, hence Japanese name. Castle Butler (Castle Valet)

Argenta or Kate: Kate is her name in Japanese and is clearly Western. Argenta is her name in English, German, and Spanish. Stage Madonna (Hall Matron)

Momi (Cheryl)

Gen (Riley)

Baku (Buck)

Miru (Mira)

Mai (Marley)

Looker: Honestly, I just prefer Looker because it seems smoother to say as a codename than his Japanese codename which is Handsome. Looker also has the double meaning that Handsome doesn't, like he's looking/watching, because he's a detective. Looker is also his name in Portuguese, and sometimes in German, Spanish, and Italian. Every one of his codenames is a reference to his appearance ex. LeBelle in German and Beladonis in French.

Ginga-dan (Team Galaxy)

Akagi (Cyrus)

Mars: Same in English and Japanese

Jupiter: Same in English and Japanese

Saturn: Same in English and Japanese

Pluto (Charon)

Nanakamado-hakase (Professor Rowan)

Hisui: Japanese

Teru (Rei) Chō satai (Survey Corps' (Trainer class))

Shō (Akari) Chō satai (Survey Corps' (Trainer class))

Ginga-dan (Galaxy Expedition Team): Shares it's name with the modern Team Galaxy in Japanese, Chinese, Spanish, and Italian.

Kamado or Denboku: His original home region is unknown and he bears Galarian armor that looks strikingly similar to Kalosian Wikstrom. Denboku is from raidenboku, an alternate reading of the Japanese rowan, nanakamado, which is Rowan's Japanese name. Kamado also comes from nanakamado.

Shimaboshi (Cyllene): She is originally from Hoenn, but Hoenn is also Japanese so that means nothing for her name.

Perilla (Zisu) Keibi-tai (Security Corps)

Kine (Pesselle) Iryō-tai (Medical Corps)

Tao Hua: Same in English and Japanese Seizō-tai (Supply Corps)

Sazanka (Sanqua) Kenchiku-tai (Construction Corps)

Nabana (Colza): His original region is apparently unknown, but Japanese is still a safe bet. Also most other localizations stem from Nabana rather than Colza. Hatasaku-tai (Agriculture Corps)

Haku (Rye) Hatasaku-tai (Agriculture Corps)

Mube (Beni): His home region is apparently unknown, but Japanese is a safe bet. Imozuru-tei (The Wallflower): [directly from Bulbapedia] From imozuru (vines of Japanese mountain yam or sweet potato), Mitsuru (Wally), and tei (common suffix in restaurant names)

Taisai (Choy)

Sharon (Anthe): Oddly, Sharon is her Japanese name.

Kongō-dan (Diamond Clan)

Seki (Adaman) Osa (Clan Leader)

Yone (Mai) Captain (Warden)

Hinatsu (Arezu) Captain (Warden)

Susuki (Iscan) Captain (Warden)

Tsubaki (Melli) Captain (Warden)

Wasabi (Sabi) Captain (Warden)

Shinju-dan (Pearl Clan)

Kai (Irida) Osa (Clan Leader)

Kikui (Lian) Captain (Warden)

Yūgao (Calaba) Captain (Warden)

Garana (Palina) Captain (Warden)

Hamarenge (Gaeric) Captain (Warden)

Shō-Chiku-Ba (Miss Fortunes)

Omatsu (Charm) Yatō (Bandit)

Otake (Clover) Yatō (Bandit)

Oume (Coin) Yatō (Bandit)

Ichō Shōkai (Ginkgo Guild)

Ginnan (Ginter)

Tsuiri (Tuli)

Volo: Same in English and Japanese Pokemon Tsukai (Pokemon Wielder)

Cogito (Cogita): She is a whole ass mystery, but Cogita (her name in English and German) is just a (non-existent) feminine form of Cogito, her Japanese name, which comes from Latin and basically means "I think", as in Decaretes' "cogito, ergo sum" or "I think, therefore I am". French and Chinese use the respective language's variation of the phrase as a base for her name, while Spanish and Italian use Greek words, for "wisdom" and "intelligence" respectively.

Professor Laventon: He's Galarian, so his name is English.

Unova: English The only ones I'm doing here are ones that AREN'T necessarily the English version.

Clay or Yakon: I've heard Clay may play on Japanese businessman tropes, and he has an ancestor in Hisui, so his name could be either of these.

Lacey or Taro: As Clay's daughter, her situation is the same as his.

Cyrano or Mirtilo: English and Spanish names respectively. Lives in Unova, but as Clavel's classmate could be from Paldea maybe? Saffron or Milo: As above

Kalos: French

Kalem (Calem)

Serena: Same in English and French

Sannah (Shauna)

Trevor: Same in English and French

Tierno: Same in English and French

Violette (Viola)

Lino (Grant)

Cornélia (Korrina) Héritière (Successor)

Amaro (Ramos)

Lem (Clemont)

Mache (Valerie): Mache is actually originally from Johto, hence her Japanese name.

Astera (Olympia)

Urup (Wulfric): Given he likely has a Hisuian ancestor, it wouldn't be unlikely for his name to be Japanese. Luckily, his Japanese and French names are the same!

Malva: Same in English and French

Narcisse (Siebold)

Wikstrom or Thyméo: Since we know his armor is likely Galarian his English name isn't out of place, but his French name is Thyméo.

Dracéna (Drasna)

Dianthéa (Diantha) Grande-Duchesse (Grand Duchess)

Aurore (Morgan)

Méridia (Dana)

Vesper (Evelyn)

Nix (Nita)

Millie (Emma) Elili (Essentia) Femme Louche (Suspicious Woman) Enfant Louche (Suspicious Child) Jeune Femme Louche (Suspicious Lady)

Gribouille (Mimi): Millie's Espurr friend

Team Flare: Apparently the same in English, French, German, Italian, and Spanish.

Lysandre: Same in English and French

Ancolie (Aliana)

Brasénie (Bryony)

Cyane (Celosia)

Myosotis (Mable)

Xanthin (Xerosic)

Professeur Platane (Professor Sycamore): Somewhat surprisingly, his Japanese and French names are the same, though they do both originate from the French word platane.

Alola: English Hawaii is an American state, and there isn't a Native Hawaiian translation of the games, so English is the default language here. But Hawaii does have ties to the East, so I will use some of the Japanese names if they make more sense to me. Most are just slight spelling changes anyhow.

Yo (Elio): Moved from Kanto to Alola, so Japanese name.

Mizuki (Selene): Moved from Kanto to Alola, so Japanese name.

Ma'o (Mallow): Technically her Japanese name is just Mao, but ma'o is the Hawaiian word for Hawaiian cotton and I feel spelling it that way feels better.

Sophocles or Māmane: Both names after the same plant, the Sophora chrysophylla, it's common and local Hawaiian name being māmane.

Hapu'u (Hapu): Hapu'u is her name in Japanese and comes from hāpuʻu, the Hawaaian tree fern.

Molayne or Mullein: Molayne is just a different spelling tbh and I kinda think it looks better.

Skipping Galar; there aren't really a lot of clear foreigners besides Kabu whose name is the same.

Paldea: Spanish and Portuguese I look at both languages because Paldea is based on the Iberian Peninsula and not just Spain. However, with Portuguese, I'm having to look at Brazilian Portuguese, which is not quite the same as European Portuguese, because that's almost all that's on Bulbapedia. I generally choose whether to use Spanish or Portuguese based on if said name is also the same as the English and/or Japanese name. Or default if only one is available. Also uhh my order might be a bit weird here because I didn't get to actually play these games. I kinda assumed you go through the teachers before Gym Leaders, so...yeah. I can re-order it later if that's wrong or confusing.

Florian: From an unknown region, but the same in English, German, Spanish, French, and Italian.

Juliana: From an unknown region, but the same in English, German, Spanish, French, and Italian.

Nemo(?): She is noted to not be from Paldea but her home isn't specified so it could be anything. Nemona is her name in English and E. Portuguese, Nemo in Japanese, Korean, Mandarin, and Thai, Noêmia in B. Portuguese, Nemila in German, Nemola in Indonesian, and Nemi in Italian. The odd ones out are Mencía in Spanish and Menzi in French.

Arven: Same in English and B. Portuguese

Academia Naranja (Naranja Academy)

Academia Uva (Uva Academy)

Miriam: Same in English and B. Portuguese

Saguaro: Same in English, Japanese, and B. Portuguese (as well as German and French)

Dendra: Same in English and B. Portuguese

Cloe or Mora (Raifort): Cloe is her name in Spanish, and Mora is her name in French, which I only include because her English/Japanese name Raifort is from the French word for horseradish apparently, so maybe she's Kalosian.

Silvio (Salvatore)

Mila (Tyme)

Jacques (Jacq): The B. Portuguese name as it's closer to his English name. His Spanish name is Cinio, which is Spanish for his Japanese name, Zinnia, which could be confusing considering Higana.

Clavel: Same in Japanese, Spanish, German, French, and Italian. English and B. Portuguese just adds another L. Clive: Same in English and B. Portuguese Director Escolar (Director)

Catarina (Katy): Her B. Portuguese name, which is closer to her name in English (Katy) and Japanese (Kaede).

Brais or Brás (Brassius): His Spanish and B. Portuguese names respectively, as both are very close to his English name.

Kissera (Iono): Her B. Portuguese name, comes from "O que será?" apparently meaning "what will it be?", which is closer to the intent behind her name in Japanese (Nanjyamo, name given to an unusually large tree that grows in a particular place; literally meaning "What is it?") and English (Iono, as in "I don't know") than her Spanish name, e-Nigma. Which makes me think of the Riddler.

Fuco (Kufo)

Laureano or Lauro (Larry): His Spanish and B. Portuguese names respectively. Larry could be a nickname for either though.

Lima or Citrina (Ryme): Her Spanish and B. Portuguese names respectively. Lima has the same puns on lime and rhyme that English and Japanese does, but tbh makes me think more of lima beans. Citrina is from citrino (citrus).

Tuli or Tulipa (Tulip): Her Spanish and B. Portuguese names respectively.

Grusha: Actually may be from an unrevealed Russian region as his name is Russian. It's also the same in most languages.

Cayena or Kaya (Rika): Her Spanish and B. Portuguese names respectively. Both come from cayenne, which isn't in her Japanese or English names. Her Japanese name is Chili, and Rika comes from paprika.

Poppy: Her name in English, Japanese, and B. Portuguese as well as German and Indonesian.

Hassel?: From and unknown region so could literally be anything, and all his names are very different.

Ságita or Guita (Geeta): Her Spanish and B. Portuguese names respectively. Supercampeona (Top Champion)

Team Star: Same in English and Spanish as well as German, French, and Italian

Penny: Actually from Galar, so her English name. Cassiopeia or Casiopea: English and Spanish forms respectively, referencing the constellation.

Giacomo: Same in English and B. Portuguese DJ Vil (DJ Vice)

Melo or Mélia (Mela): Spanish and B. Portuguese respectively.

Henzo (Atticus): Spanish name. Not like English or Japanese name, but his whole ninja theming makes Henzo fit better than the B. Portuguese Érico.

Ortega: Same in English and B. Portuguese, similar to Japanese, French, and Korean Ortiga.

Erin or Êri (Eri): Spanish and B. Portuguese respectively.

Profesor Sada: Same in English and EUROPEAN Portuguese, listed for once.

Profesor Turo: Same in English, Spanish, and Portuguese.

Kitakami: Japanese Not a region itself I don't think, but it's not connected to a specific region I don't think, so.

Zeiyu (Carmine)

Suguri (Kieran) Sugu (Kiki)

Sazare (Perrin): Actually from Sinnoh, but this is where you meet her so here she is. Shashinka (Photographer)

What do you think? Did I forget anyone important?

Okay this took way too long for something probably no one will see okaybaiiiiii

#Pokemon #Languages #Names #idk man I did this for funsies

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kestrelarven · 2 months

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burying regrets & insecurities six feet under, the line between naivety and hopefulness is almost non-existent, bare feet dancing under the moonlight on an empty beach, half-forgotten dreams that are not your own, realizing what is right is not always what is good, second guessing yourself but never daring to let others know, matchstick heart waiting to catch fire, the nearly overwhelming feeling of not being good enough, staying up all night to see the sun rise over water, longing for the irresponsibility of childhood while the weight of duty presses down.

〈 JESSIE MEI LI / GENDER NONCONFORMING / SHE/THEY / 48 〉in the great land of luyuin, KESTREL ARVEN of HOUSE VESTRI begins their journey towards the isle of glass. known to be CHARISMATIC and COMPASSIONATE, their suspected INSECURE and INEXPERIENCED habits might prove to be their undoing. if the bards could compose a song for them, it could tell stories of BURYING REGRETS & INSECURITIES SIX FEET UNDER, THE LINE BETWEEN NAIVETY AND HOPEFULNESS IS ALMOST NON-EXISTENT, HALF-FORGOTTEN DREAMS THAT ARE NOT YOUR OWN, LONGING FOR THE IRRESPONSIBILITY OF CHILDHOOD WHILE THE WEIGHT OF DUTY PRESSES DOWN. the glass throne whispers to the LIEGE OF VESTRI and it is said that their loyalties lie with HOUSE VESTRI. only time will tell if the MIND FAERIE has what it takes to ascend to the throne.

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*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name : kestrel liyana arven nicknames : kestrel, kes age : 48 ( appears ~28 ) birthday / zodiac : mid year 13 species : mind faerie gender / pronouns : gender nonconforming & she/they sexual orientation : demisexual romantic orientation : biromantic occupation : liege of house vestri

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

personality traits : charismatic, insecure, compassionate, inexperienced, optimistic, loyal, stubborn, adventurous, curious, moody likes : walking in the gardens, using her mind abilities for good, horseback riding, dancing, parties dislikes : using her mind faerie abilities for negative things, the weight of responsibility, long meetings, early mornings secret talents : painting portraits memorable traits : nervous tapping whenever they're stressed, a laugh a bit too loud for 'polite' society alignment : neutral good compare to : odysseus ( epic: the musical ), charlie morningstar ( hazbin hotel ), alice cullent ( twilight ), ambrose spellman ( chilling adventures of sabrina ), angela montenegro ( bones ), oberyn martell ( game of thrones ), thea queen ( arrow ), ciri ( the witcher ), sabrina spellman ( chilling adventures of sabrina ), lady sybil crawley ( downton abbey ), waverly earp ( wynonna earp ), bonnie bennett ( the vampire diaries )

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

eye color : black hair colour : dark brown hair type/style : typically worn long and wavy or in a simple updo height : 5'3 build : slender/athletic exercise habits : enjoys running & horseback riding; also trains with their guards dominant hand : left glasses/contacts : n/a tattoos : n/a scars : n/a piercings : n/a

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

father : ____ arven mother : ____ arven siblings : krilia arven ( younger sister ), ____ arven ( younger sibling ) children : n/a pets : a horse named athena & two dogs named krey & ryger

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

( trigger warnings : vague mentions of parental death )

kestrel grew up with the weight of a looming position as liege, but someone never truly believed it would rest on their shoulders. as a child, she was a flighty thing, flitting from one interest to another. though a happy child, she was somewhat difficult to reign into her studies and training to take over for her parents one day. in her mind, there was so much in this world to explore, and she wanted to see and do everything. after all, why would she limit herself when the world was endless?

she spent much of her youth this way, bouncing from dutiful child that would one day take likely continue the arven line of lieges over vestri to an adventurous young person who truly believed that the world was theirs to explore and discover.

she was supposed to have all the time in the world to grow up and eventually take over the position. that time came to end much sooner than kestrel thought it would.

kestrel has only been liege of vestri for three short years, during which they've done their best to continue their father's good work and keep up appearances that they have absolutely everything under control. but the truth is, they are in way over their head and the weight of duty presses down more and more as each day passes by.

kestrel wants nothing more than to make their people proud, but they feel as though they were in no way prepared to take on the leadership so soon. while kestrel certainly listens to their advisors, they also don't want to appear weak in any way either and strive to appear confident in their decisions even if they feel the complete opposite.

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

kestrel has never shied away from using her abilities, though she's loathe to access memories and thoughts without permission. however if it helps her keep her position, she would not hesitate in using them. in her younger days, she would use her mind fae abilities to influence those around her in a mostly positive way, making those around her happier and cheering them up when they were down. occasionally, she'd use them in a more selfish way to get out of things she didn't want to do, but her parents always stressed that she never take advantage of those around her unless absolutely necessary and she's stayed true to that as much as she can.

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒

would love to see a confidant, someone who kestrel can trust with all of the stress they have on their shoulders, a friend to turn to when life gets rough

an old love they felt like they had to get rid of to take over as liege

a childhood friend they grew apart from for reasons that can be plotted out

someone who tries to purposely get under their skin and succeeds, maybe a frenemies situation where it's all snarking and bickering like children

perhaps a mentor who's a little more experienced in the political atmosphere who can help kestrel get her feet under her, but completely sees through the facade she's built up

literally anything and everything

#⚜ dossier ft. kestrel.#⚜ all posts ft. kestrel.#isleofglass : intro #death tw

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msweebyness · 1 year

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Class of Heroes AU: Science Kids (w)Bonus Headcanons)

A continuation of my Disney Hero AU, I would like to thank the lovely @artzychic27 for allowing me to use their OC’s from Mendeliev’s class, and for giving me the ideas I used for Nathaniel and Nino. I hope you like my choices!

Jean: Kuzco. Flamboyant and overdramatic to the core, this young emperor was sent to the school to learn how to focus on others and properly carry out his duties. (Still a work in progress…) They love to be the center of attention and head the school’s drama department.

Denise: Wreck-It-Ralph. A video-game baddie brought to life, beneath their tough exterior lies a caring and protective friend who’s tired of being labeled as a ‘bad guy’ due to their… destructive tendencies.

Simon: Peter Pan. A curious forever-teen with the ability to fly and a penchant for making wry and sarcastic comments, he loves to tell stories of his adventures back home. Though he’s considering leaving Neverland due to his growing feelings for Denise.

Cosette: Robaire. The lead singer of a famous and beloved pop group, 4-Town. They decided to take a break from performing in order to attend school. It has legions of fans who would jump at the chance to spend even a moment with her, but only one blonde has their eye…

Reshma: Isabela Madrigal. The eldest of a family blessed with magical gifts, Reshma often feels the pressure of needing to be the perfect daughter, though she’s learning to let loose more with help from her friends. Has the power to grow flowers.

Ismael: Genie. Alix’s childhood friend (She found him much younger and used her first and only wish to free him.), Ismael is sharp as a tack with the wit to boot. He can still use much of his power, but likes to pull pranks and use it for snark purposes.

Aurore: Blue Fairy. Caring and motherly, but also rather strict in terms of behavior, Aurore watches over her class and is always quick to act when there’s a problem.

Mireille: Simba. A young human/lion hybrid Queen-to-be who is fearful of the responsibilities and timid in the face of adversity, her newfound friendships at school help her gain the courage she will need to stand up to her evil uncle. Very worried about making her late mother proud.

Lacey: Tinker Bell. Spunky and creative with a fiery temper, this tinker fairy is always on the hunt to try new things. She doesn’t like being told what to do, and will challenge someone she feels has hurt her friends, especially Simon, her lifelong bestie.

I immediately knew that Jean was Kuzco. Who else could he be? As a bonus, here are some HC’s from my AU!

* Juleka will sometimes get extremely upset and start ‘beasting out’, tearing apart everything in sight. Luka will soothe his sister by playing music, one of the few ways he can still communicate with her since becoming a piano. The curse’s deadline looks closer every day. (I used the 2017 version for this particular part, where they’re becoming real household objects.)

*Ondine has a year to fulfill the terms of the witch’s agreement. If the one she loves declares their love to her and seals it with a kiss, she will be able to remain in the surface world. If not, she’ll turn back into a mermaid and be the witch’s slave. And she can’t tell anyone about it.

*Tomoe was blinded fighting with Mor’du(He probably needs a new name since they’re not Scottish, I’m open to ideas). (She serves as Elinor and Fergus.) It’s a big part of the reason she keeps her daughter so close, fear of her being in danger again. Naturally, she hates bears.

*Aurore was the one who brought Sabrina to life, and as such feels responsible for her, in a way. She looks after her like a big sister and tries to keep her on the right track.

*Tikki and Plagg both serve as Mushu for Marinette, with Plagg filling the role more closely and Tikki actually trying to be helpful.

*Kim is Alix’s favorite victim when it comes to her thieving habits. You would think he’d learn to check his pockets around her.

*Marinette fell for Adrien when he used his power to heal a wound she had gotten training. One of the first things she told him was that he had a beautiful voice.

*Nino frequently misplaces his wand, and it’s led to to some mayhem around the school…

*Reshma is quite protective of her youngest sister, the only one in the family not to receive a gift, often defending her from the ridicule of others.

*Jean has a burning hatred for llamas. No one knows why.

#ml au #miraculous ladybug #disney au #science kids #artzychic27 #mlb ocs #akuma class #mendeliev’s class

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habrina-was-wronged · 2 years

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it has been 650+ days since that awful part 4 was released. Thats over 2 years. If anyone is curious.

it has been 310+ days since the first "crossover" episode where Sabrina Spellman showed up in "River Vale" and helped with some magic or whatever that was...

it has been 95+ days since the 2nd "crossover" episode where nick scratch showed up in jughead's body and called sabrina "brina" *bc thats something he does now.. its not at all like hes a "warlock harvey" like ive always thought.*

theres no comic book part 5 of chilling adventures of sabrina having been relased.

theres no special/movie or anything else either.

i guess ras is too busy with the pretty little liars remake which is a flop.

and too busy with the last season of riverdale which is a even BIGGER flop, if u could believe it.

all i want.

ALL I WANT-

is a reboot of chilling adventures of sabrina where sabrina is older, and gets together with harvey. their relationship gets a second chance. some plot holes are explained and harvey kinkle is treted as a main character again, like he was in "season" slash part 1. maybe harvey finally finds out that the mines "accident" wasn't an accident and finds out that both sabrina and roz knew about it.

maybe he gets some angel powers like in the novels slash maybe not.

no nick scratch being a "warlock harvey" that keeps pissing me off. no harvalind being a budget harvey&sabrina relationship *except even more boring*.

i wouldn't mind roz and nick being a couple now that roz is a witch too. *not just as a second-rate version of sabrina, please and thank you*

*and no. i don't care about IRL couples. I don't care that Ross and Jaz are dating in real life. THEY BOTH SIGNED UP TO ACT. SO THEY SHOULD F**KING ACT. REGARDLESS .OF .WHO .THEY .ARE .DATING .IN .REAL .LIFE!!!*

thank you for coming to my ted talk

now get the ball rolling. please and thank you.

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phantomoftheorpheum · 5 months

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Netflix Renewal Numbers

So, back in 2019 I got curious about Netflix Originals renewal rates and I made a chart for various genres of show and how many seasons they averaged at Netflix.

Dramas (which includes fantasy, mystery, thriller, etc.) in 2019 averaged 1.81 seasons per show, whereas in 2023 they only average 1.5 seasons. There are only 8 dramas (out of the 149 released by Netflix) that have ever had more than 3 seasons (currently released). Those are- House of Cards, Orange Is the New Black, 13 Reasons Why, Ozark, The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Stranger Things, The Crown, and Virgin River. There are only 7 more shows classified as dramas that are currently renewed for a 4th season. Those are- The Umbrella Academy, The Witcher, Outer Banks, Sweet Magnolias, Blood & Water, Bridgerton, and Ginny & Georgia. Seeing as both Bridgerton and Ginny & Georgia were renewed for their 3rd and 4th seasons at the same time, that could still change if the 3rd seasons underperform (to be clear, Queen Charlotte is being counted as a standalone project, not a Bridgerton season).

Comedies (which include "dramadies") in 2019 averaged the exact same renewal rate as the dramas, with 1.81 seasons on average per show. In 2023, they average 1.8 seasons per show, so basically the same. There are only 9 comedies that have ever had more than 3 seasons. Those are- Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, Grace and Frankie, The Ranch, Dear White People, Atypical, On My Block, Sex Education, Never Have I Ever, and The Upshaws. There is only 1 show currently renewed for a 4th season. That is- Emily in Paris.

Netflix has canceled or ended 91 dramas after 1 season (does include miniseries only pitched for 1 season). Netflix has canceled or ended 44 comedies after 1 season.

So... do with that information what you will. For me, personally, I'm just sick of Netflix starting stories it appears to have no intention of finishing unless they become massive worldwide hits.

[note that in 2019, Marvel shows were classified in their own genre and not included in the "Drama" numbers, but were since re-classified under "Drama" and included in the 2023 numbers].

[note that Fuller House, which had 5 seasons, was re-classified from "Comedy" to "Kids & Family" between 2019 & 2023 and is not reflected in the 2023 numbers].

[note the categories not classified as either a Drama or Comedy are- Kids & Family, Animation, Anime, Non-English Language Scripted, Docuseries, Reality, Variety, Continuations (shows picked up, but not originally produced by Netflix), Specials, Episodic, Regional Original Programming (there are only 3 shows in this category that apply to the numbers and none of them acquired a 4th season), and Co-Productions].

[note that shows like Riverdale, which were not produced or originally distributed by Netflix, but were slapped with the "Netflix Original" when distributed in some countries are not included in these numbers].

[note that these numbers only reflect English Language shows classified as "Drama" or "Comedy" produced from beginning to end by Netflix].

**Numbers are sourced from Wikipedia & also I did all the math myself, so while I believe they are pretty accurate (as of the posting date), there is room for error.

TLDR: Netflix cancels a lot of their original programming, and cancels dramas at a particularly high rate.

#netflix #streaming #fandom #tv #anyway idk that anyone cares about these numbers #but I was updating the chart out of personal curiosity and thought I might as well share it #I have not attempted to do this for any other streaming service so idk how the others stack up #personal #td #long post

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hopefulstarfire · 9 months

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So update on my adventures staying with my in laws;

We have 3 cats there now.

Some guy came to the door yesterday and told us somebody had abandoned cats by the dumpster. They'd been in a duct taped kennel with a bag of food by their kennel. The water bottles in their kennel were cold so it means they'd been dropped off thankfully recently and hadn't been outside in the intense humid heat we've had all summer.

We got them to the vet today bc today was the earliest appointment. All of them have a clean bill of health, thankfully!! The kittens are about 3-4 months and after their 2nd round of vaccinations in a couple weeks they're gonna be spayed and neutered but we're getting Mama cat spayed tomorrow.

Mama Cat (the tortie; her real name has not yet come to us, but it will) is very relaxed and doesn't mind the dogs at all. She's a very happy relaxed cat. Our kittens, Sebastian (the orange kitten) and Sabrina (the black kitten) were definitely nervous and are still getting used to their surroundings and don't like the dogs as much -- but I think they're also just working through a very traumatic thing in their life. They love to play and are very curious!! And they love cuddles. Sabrina was even the best when it came to getting her shot today and while she'd been the most skiddish when we got her, she was so calm and patient at the vets. And Sebastian is so smart!! And he loves my father in laws bongo drums he tried playing them this morning 😂.

I'm just thankful they're happy and healthy and my fil and step mom in law are in love with these cats. My fil has wanted cats this whole time and now they've wounded up in our laps and we just adore them.

#kenz musings #cats #i think theyre gonna have a good home with us #they were unexpected and i hate that they had such a rough start now getting here. but were gonna make sure they havr the best #they may all end up staying with my in laws while i move outta state. i may end up bringing one with me depending on their landlord #we shall see #but no matter what these cats are not going through what they just did ever again

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wordsofrowan · 8 months

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From Ashes to Embers

Chapter 8 - Calling Time of Death

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow into the hotel room. I groggily rubbed my eyes, slowly awakening from a deep slumber. As my senses gradually sharpened, I realized it was morning, and we had a day full of adventures ahead.

I quickly got ready, slipping into my favorite outfit and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. The anticipation of the day ahead filled me with renewed energy, and I couldn't wait to explore the wonders awaiting us.

Making my way to the lobby, I caught a glimpse of Alya, her infectious smile spreading across her face as she spotted me. We exchanged a knowing look, excitement twinkling in our eyes. It was as if we were sharing an unspoken understanding that today would be a day to remember.

Gathering in the lobby, our group slowly formed, each person brimming with anticipation. Adrien, Nino, Sabrina, and the rest of our friends joined us, their voices filled with chatter and laughter, echoing in the vibrant space.

Ms. Mendeleiev called us all to attention. "Good morning, everyone! Today, we have a special treat in store for you. We're heading to the museum to dive into a world of art and knowledge. So let's get ready to embark on our journey!"

As she spoke, a sense of adventure coursed through me, heightening my eagerness to explore the rich tapestry of art waiting to be discovered. Our group made our way to the waiting bus, excitement bubbling within us.

Alya and I found ourselves seated next to each other on the bus, the low hum of the engine providing a soothing backdrop for our conversation. The anticipation of the museum visit still lingered in the air, but Alya's remark about the previous night's events brought a wave of mixed emotions.

"It was so romantic, you two dancing in the moonlight, wasn't it?" Alya exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm and a touch of longing.

I rolled my eyes at Alya’s statement I couldn’t believe she was still stuck on this. Looking at her I could see that she was actually serious about it and I clenched my fist at my sides. "Actually, Alya, it wasn't as romantic as you seem to think," I confessed, my voice tinged with a hint of annoyance, “In fact, I felt rather trapped and forced.”

Alya's eyes widened in surprise, her curiosity piqued by my response. "Really? Because it sure looked romantic from where I was standing, Marinette," she insisted, her tone expressing a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.

I took a deep breath, mustering the strength to stand by my words. "Except that, need I remind you, I already have a boyfriend who isn’t Adrien and I don’t like Adrien anymore," I asserted, my voice filled with a firm resolve.

Alya's expression softened, her gaze filled with understanding. "Sure, sure, girl, whatever you say," she replied, her voice conveying a hint of skepticism. The rest of the bus ride to the museum passed in a somber silence between us, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging in the air.

The bus came to a gentle halt, and the doors swung open, revealing the bustling street and the grand entrance of the museum. Excitement filled the air as our group eagerly disembarked, stepping onto the pavement with a renewed sense of anticipation.

We stood for a moment, gazing up at the magnificent building before us. Its towering facade and ornate details whispered tales of history and creativity, beckoning us to explore the wonders within.

As if on cue, our group instinctively gathered together, forming a lively cluster of friends and classmates. Laughter and chatter filled the space as we exchanged anecdotes from the bus ride and shared snippets of excitement about the museum.

Ms. Mendeleiev, our dedicated chaperone, called for our attention, her voice carrying the perfect blend of authority and warmth. "Alright, everyone, let's make our way inside and embark on a journey through art, history, and culture!"

With her guidance, we began to move, a lively procession of curious minds and eager hearts. Each step we took brought us closer to the entrance, fueling our anticipation for the treasures that awaited us.

As we entered the museum, a collective gasp escaped our lips. The grandeur of the atrium unfolded before us, a sight that left us in awe. Sunlight streamed through the vast glass ceiling, casting a soft glow on the marble floors and intricate sculptures.

The air hummed with a sense of possibility as if each corner held a hidden world waiting to be discovered. Our footsteps echoed through the halls, filling the space with a symphony of anticipation.

As our group moved from one exhibit to another within the grand museum, we found ourselves in a room brimming with historical artifacts and treasures. Dean Gate, our knowledgeable guide, stood before a glass case, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"This is the famous saber of the Marquis de Lafayette," Dean Gate announced, his voice filled with reverence. His hands gestured towards the gleaming sword, its intricate details capturing the attention of everyone in the room. "And here, the necklace he presented to George Washington as a symbol of friendship between the French and the American people."

We gathered closer, our eyes fixated on the precious artifacts, aware of the significance they held in the tapestry of history. Dean Gate's cautionary words broke the silence, a reminder of the delicate nature of these priceless pieces.

"Careful! The security system is very sensitive!" he warned, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "You don't wanna be accidentally setting off the alarm."

With newfound caution, we exchanged glances, recognizing the weight of responsibility in the presence of such esteemed artifacts. We took a step back, mindful of the importance of preserving these treasures for future generations.

Dean Gate's enthusiasm remained unwavering as he guided us to the next room, excitement dancing in his eyes. "Let's carry on to the next room, where we'll see the Statue of Liberty!" he declared, his voice brimming with anticipation.

Eagerly, we followed, our steps infused with a sense of wonder. The next room greeted us with grandeur, and there, standing tall and proud, was the Statue of Liberty. Dean Gate's voice echoed through the space, sharing the fascinating tale behind this iconic monument.

"France gave the Statue of Liberty to America in 1886," Dean Gate informed us, his voice filled with awe. "Gustave Eiffel himself built the armature for the inside of the statue!"

As we gazed upon the majestic figure before us, our hearts swelled with admiration and gratitude. The grandeur of the statue and the symbol it represented intertwined, evoking a sense of unity and shared values.

Alya's voice cut through the bustling room, drawing my attention. I turned to face her, ready to lend a helping hand. Her request took me by surprise, but I understood the urgency in her tone.

"Marinette, could you go and take a quick pic of Lafayette's saber? I completely forgot, and I gotta film Dean Gate!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and slight panic.

Nodding in understanding, I offered a reassuring smile. "Of course!" I replied my eagerness to assist evident in my tone. Without hesitation, I made my way toward the display, eager to capture the historic artifact for Alya.

As I approached the glass case, my attention was momentarily diverted. A familiar figure caught my eye, and my heart dropped to my stomach. Adrien stood not too far away.

Caught off guard, I instinctively reached for my phone, glancing down at the screen. Nervousness flooded my system as I wondered what he was doing in here. Adrien's gaze met mine, his warm smile lighting up his face "Huh? Uh...? A-Adrien?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, my mind racing to make sense of the situation.

Adrien's eyes met mine, a flicker of recognition shining in his gaze. His voice carried a mixture of surprise and concern. "Marinette?"

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to comprehend what was happening. Before I could gather my wits, the door abruptly slammed shut, enclosing us within the room. Panic coursed through me, my hands instinctively gripping the door handle, desperate to escape.

"That's strange!" Adrien exclaimed, his voice laced with a touch of worry. I couldn't help but feel a wave of unease wash over me. Something was definitely not right.

As we grappled with our confinement, a notification chimed on Adrien's phone, stealing our attention. Nadja's urgent voice resonated through the room, delivering news of an akumatized villain causing chaos in Paris. The name "Robostus" sent a shiver down my spine, knowing the devastation it could unleash.

"But Markov can't have been akumatized in Paris, he's right here with us in New York!" Adrien's confusion mirrored my own, intensifying the mystery of our circumstances. I looked in my purse at Tikki and the charm I made for Chat Noir to Alert me only to see Tikki shake her head at me.

Before I had time to process what was happening, the room plunged into darkness, plunging us into a world of shadows. Fear gripped my heart, the unknown looming before me. Before I could fully process the situation, a hologram materialized, depicting the figure of Solitude, a villain of formidable power.

"I am Solitude, and I am here to take captive those who are loved by no one!" the chilling hologram declared, its words echoing in the air, sending a chill down my spine.

Amidst the disorienting circumstances, a deafening rumble from above shook the very foundation of the room. Adrien's eyes met mine, a shared sense of urgency reflected in our bewildered glances. The intensity of the situation escalated with each passing second.

In a disheartening twist, the hologram flickered out, leaving us engulfed in darkness. Panic surged through my veins, constricting my chest as I frantically searched for an escape route. Desperation welled up within me, fueling my every movement.

As the shadows seemed to thicken, a sinister presence emerged from the darkness. Techlonizer materialized before us, his form radiating a palpable aura of threat and danger. Fear coursed through my veins, mingling with the anxiety that gnawed at my mind.

I desperately scanned the room for a secluded spot, a hiding place where I could transform into Ladybug and summon the power within me. But my efforts proved futile, as the room offered no sanctuary. The weight of my own vulnerability began to suffocate me, causing my breath to quicken and my heart to race.

My thoughts spun in a whirlwind of panic, each second ticking by relentlessly. The realization that time was slipping away intensified the direness of the situation

As Techlonizer absorbed the power of a cannon, his once robotic arms transformed into formidable weapons. The sight sent a chill down my spine, and my heart pounding in my chest. His sinister presence loomed over us, the stolen saber of Lafayette gripped tightly in his metallic grasp.

Sparrow, his voice deep and commanding, called out to Techlonizer, his words laced with a hint of defiance. "Hey! I thought your thing was new technology?" he challenged, his voice resonating with unwavering determination.

Uncanny Valley, her voice filled with skepticism, joined the confrontation. "What are you planning to do with the saber? Use it as an antenna?" she taunted, her words cutting through the tension.

Techlonizer's response was swift and filled with venom. "I DON'T HAVE TIME TO PLAY WITH ANNOYING KIDS!" he roared, his cannons charging up and unleashing a barrage of destructive energy toward us.

Reacting swiftly, Sparrow and Uncanny Valley split up, their agile movements a testament to their battle experience. Their instincts kicked in, guiding them away from the path of Techlonizer's relentless assault.

Amidst the chaos, I couldn't help but worry for Chat Noir. Why hadn't he warned me about the return of Robostus? I could only hope that he wasn't in harm's way, facing his own battles somewhere in the city.

Turning to Tikki, my trusted companion, I sought guidance in this moment of desperation. “Chat Noir should've told me that Robostus is back. I hope he's not in trouble!”

"What do we do, Marinette?" Tikki whispered, her voice filled with a mix of determination and uncertainty.

As if on cue, a deafening crash echoed through the room as a section of the museum wall crumbled, causing people to scatter in panic. The chaos intensified, and the urgency to protect innocent lives surged within me.

Doorman, previously known as Dean Gate, stepped forward. His voice rang out with authority as he urged everyone to run to safety. His heroic gesture instilled a sense of urgency in our group, prompting us to follow his lead. I watched as the students rushed to go through the portal to safety.

As the battle raged on, Sparrow and Uncanny Valley joined forces, their unique abilities combining to launch a fierce assault on Techno-Pirate. Sparrow's rings whizzed through the air, striking their mark with precision, while Uncanny Valley's laser beam pierced through the darkness, illuminating the scene.

"Sparrow to United Heroez! Enhanced Techno-Pirate-" Sparrow's deep voice boomed with urgency, his call for backup echoing through the chaos.

However, Doorman, ever protective and valiant, intervened, urging us to seek safety. "This way, kids -- let the adults handle this!" he commanded, his voice filled with authority and concern. Uncanny Valley, understanding the gravity of the situation, soared towards the portal, ready to retreat to safety.

But before she could reach her escape, Techlonizer's grip tightened around her, his metallic form absorbing her powers with cruel efficiency. The air crackled with energy as Uncanny Valley struggled against his grasp, her once formidable abilities slipping away.

"YOUR POWER BE MINE!" Techlonizer's triumphant declaration reverberated through the room, his maniacal laughter filling the air. With a forceful throw, he discarded Uncanny Valley, leaving her powerless and bewildered.

"What?!" Uncanny Valley exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief and frustration. The reality of her powerlessness sent shockwaves through her, her scanning tools and laser now in the hands of the formidable villain.

Techlonizer's gaze swept across the room, his determination unwavering. "NOBODY ESCAPES MY SIGHT!" he bellowed, his voice laced with chilling intensity. He unleashed a powerful laser beam, the force of it causing the ground to quake and crumble.

In the midst of the chaos, I caught sight of a small collapse in the museum, a dangerous situation unfolding right before my eyes. The urgency to act surged within me, compelling me to take a stand.

Without hesitation, I summoned the strength within me, the familiar mantra ringing in my ears. "Vacation is over! Tikki, Spots On! HA!" I declared, my transformation sequence illuminating the room with a dazzling display of light and power.

As my miraculous transformed me into Ladybug, I felt a surge of energy and determination course through my veins. It was time to face the imminent danger, to protect those in need, and to restore peace amidst the chaos that threatened to consume us all.

I picked up Sparrow’s body off of the floor, hoisting her arm over my shoulders to carry her. As I looked across the museum I saw a familiar face that made my blood boil.

"Ladybug?" Chat Noir's voice held a mixture of surprise and relief. "What are you doing here?"

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, the relief of seeing Chat Noir safe and sound washing over me. "Chat Noir?" I replied, mirroring his surprise. "I could ask you the same question!"

Chat Noir's expression shifted, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. "It's a long story," he admitted, his voice filled with a hint of urgency. "But where's Marinette?"

I took a brief pause, quickly trying to figure out what to say given that I couldn't let him know I was Marinette. "I got her to safety," I assured him, my voice laced with determination. "But why aren't you back in Paris?"

Chat Noir's response was swift, his urgency evident in his words. "I'll explain later," he promised, his tone carrying the weight of a hidden story yet to be revealed.

Techlonizer's menacing advance towards Uncanny Valley sent shivers down our spines, his intentions clear as he threatened to absorb her powers entirely. The urgency to intervene surged within me, and I swiftly swung my yo-yo into action, using its precision to snatch Techlonizer away and throw him off balance.

"Let's see if I can absorb you whole!" Techlonizer's taunting words hung in the air, only to be interrupted by my intervention.

As the dust settled, Sparrow's deep voice resonated with surprise and gratitude. "You've come all the way from Paris to help us out?" he exclaimed, a touch of admiration coloring his words.

Chat Noir, ever the charismatic hero, chimed in with a confident smile. "Yeah! We thought it'd be friendly to give you a hand in honor of French-American Friendship Week!" His voice held a sense of camaraderie and kinship, but to me, it just sounded fake and filled me with even more anger.

Techlonizer, undeterred by our presence, crouched down, preparing to unleash its devastating laser beam. In a split-second decision, we split up, each of us seeking cover and formulating our next move.

Sparrow, his deep voice filled with determination, observed our coordinated actions and spoke with admiration. "See that?! They don't need anyone's permission to take action!" he declared, his words resonating with a sense of empowerment.

Ladybug, seizing the moment to assert her own strength and independence, affirmed Sparrow's statement. "That's right! You never ask for anything! DO YOU, CHAT NOIR!" My voice echoed with a wave of resolute anger as my anger at Chat Noir boiled over.

Amidst the chaos, Uncanny Valley engaged in a fierce physical confrontation with Techlonizer, her punches landing with a resounding impact. In the midst of the battle, she turned to Sparrow, her voice filled with concern. "Sparrow, did you warn Knightowl and Majestia?"

Sparrow's response was filled with determination and defiance. "I couldn't! But you know what?! We don't need anyone's permission either!" His deep voice resonated with a sense of rebellion and determination, fueled by the belief in our own capabilities.

Uncanny Valley questioned the risks involved, her voice tinged with caution. "Are you sure you wanna step out of the procedure?" she asked, her words hinting at the potential consequences of our independent actions.

Sparrow's response was unwavering, filled with conviction. "This is our chance to prove to them that they were just like these two! Autonomous, bonded together, but with trust and super efficiency!"

My eyes ablaze with anger, intervened, emphasizing the urgency of the situation. "Just go and rest easy! Yeah, leave Paris with me!" I said mocking the exact words Chat Noir had told me before I left.

Chat Noir, caught off guard by the accusation, stammered in response. "I-I didn't know I was going to leave! It was a last-minute decision, that's all!"

Before we could continue our exchange, Techlonizer unleashed a powerful blow, striking both Chat Noir and I. Sparrow and Uncanny Valley watched in shock as the impact sent our heroes reeling.

My frustration reached its peak, and I confronted Chat Noir with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "Do you realize that because of you, there's no one left in Paris to protect the city?!"

Techlonizer, seizing the opportunity, swiftly retreated, its efficiency evident in its escape. Ladybug's voice rang out, stating the obvious, "He's running away!"

Sparrow, his deep voice tinged with sarcasm, couldn't help but remark, "You sound like Captain Obvious!"

The tension between Ladybug and Chat Noir reached its boiling point as she confronted him about his unannounced departure. "Why didn't you tell me that you were leaving?!"

Chat Noir, his voice tinged with regret, revealed his apprehension. "I was afraid you'd get angry!"

Ladybug's frustration escalated, her words dripping with anger and disappointment. "And you were right because, as you can see, I AM angry!!"

"Autonomous, bonded by trust, and super-efficient?!" she exclaimed, her words laced with a hint of irony.

Sparrow, his deep voice resonating with a touch of regret, admitted, "Yeah, I might have overestimated them."

Techlonizer descended with a resounding thud, the ground trembling beneath his weight. Uncanny Valley, no longer able to hold Sparrow, released her grip as our attention shifted to the formidable villain before us.

"Surrender, Techno-Pirate!" Sparrow's deep voice echoed with determination, his words carrying a note of finality. "There's nowhere to run now!"

In a synchronized sequence of power, Chat Noir unleashed his Cataclysm, the raw force of his ability reverberating through the air. Meanwhile, I summoned my Lucky Charm, an unexpected item materializing in my hands—a bicycle pump.

Chat Noir couldn't help but question my choice, a mixture of confusion and curiosity evident in his voice. "A bicycle pump? What are you gonna do with that?"

A glint of mischief danced in my eyes as I responded, my determination unwavering. "I may have an idea, but you wouldn't like it!"

Techlonizer, undeterred by our defiance, taunted us with a sinister declaration. "Why run away when I can finally get me revenge by eliminating the beloved kids of AMERICA'S MOST BELOVED HEROES?"

In the midst of the intense battle, Chat Noir's voice quivered with regret as he admitted his true motivation. "M'lady, I didn't tell you because I was afraid of losing your trust!"

My voice turned cold, a palpable rift forming between us. "Well, I can't trust you anymore, can I?!" my words hung in the air, heavy with disappointment and a sense of betrayal.

As Techlonizer turned around to grab Chat Noir's wrist, preparing to throw him away, Uncanny Valley appeared, shielding me with an unwavering sense of loyalty. However, the unexpected happened. With an unprecedented force, Chat Noir's Cataclysm struck Uncanny Valley, overwhelming her with its power.

The shock of Uncanny Valley's demise reverberated through me, Chat Noir, and Sparrow, leaving us stunned and reeling from the unexpected turn of events. Meanwhile, Techlonizer reveled in their anguish, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

Majestia's anguished cry pierced through the chaos as she soared through the city, her punches causing destruction to the surrounding buildings. The force of her blows echoed with a resounding crash, leaving a trail of devastation in her wake.

As Knightowl's gaze fell upon the sword embedded in the ground, Majestia's sorrowful tears flowed freely. In a sudden burst of light, Uncanny Valley transformed back into Aeon, her presence a reminder of the cost of this battle. Chat Noir and I stood in stunned silence, our hearts heavy with shock and guilt.

Majestia's heartbreak filled the air, her voice trembling with grief. "What have you done?!" she cried out, her words laden with pain and disbelief.

Chat Noir's voice quivered with guilt as he shouldered the weight of responsibility. "It's my fault," he admitted, his tone filled with remorse.

In the midst of this turmoil, Knightowl swooped in, his anger palpable. He questioned their actions, his voice tinged with frustration. "Why didn't you call us? And you, what are you doing here?!"

I spoke up, fear and anxiousness lacing my voice, as I tried to offer a glimmer of hope. "I-I might be able to help," she stammered, her words carrying a note of uncertainty.

Knightowl's tone turned skeptical, his anger evident. "Oh, really? With your magical bicycle pump?" he retorted, his words laced with sarcasm.

Undeterred, I pressed on, my faith in my abilities unwavering. "Precisely. Miraculous Ladybug!" With a swift motion, I tossed the bicycle pump into the sky, invoking the power of my Lucky Charm.

As the Lucky Charm's magic took effect, the shattered buildings and museum were restored to their former glory. Aeon's systems rebooted, bringing her back to functionality. Majestia's heartbreak transformed into relief as she embraced Aeon, her gratitude overflowing. "Oh, thank you, Ladybug!" she expressed, her voice filled with appreciation.

However, Knightowl's anger persisted, his accusatory gaze fixed upon Ladybug and Chat Noir. "You two are dangerous!" he declared, his tone hardened.

Sparrow, his deep voice brimming with a sense of defense, attempted to interject, but Knightowl cut him off, his frustration evident. "So are you! You disobeyed me! You were supposed to call us, and you didn't! I'm ordering you to revert to your civilian identities and hand me the source of your powers! You will have them back when you leave town!"

My voice trembled with determination as I stood my ground. "We can't do that! It's true we made a mistake, but I've fixed everything!" I attempted to make my plea convey the weight of my remorse and the belief in my ability to right the wrongs.

Knightowl's resolve remained unyielding, his demand unchanged. "If your power is fixing Chat Noir's mistakes, we don't need you!"

Majestia, her tone filled with resignation, expressed her acceptance. "It's better like this," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. She turned to Aeon, her gratitude evident. "What would've happened if you hadn't been able to fix Uncanny or if she hadn't been an android?"

I walked over to Chat Noir, putting an arm on his shoulder as I whispered in his ear, "We can't give them our Miraculous."

As Knightowl raised his hand, poised to take their Miraculous, Chat Noir and I made a split-second decision. In a swift motion, we turned and fled, refusing to yield to Knightowl's command. His order to stop fell upon deaf ears as we ran away, their determination pushing them forward. Knightowl's authoritative voice echoed in the air, demanding their compliance, but we pressed on hiding in an underground sewer.

We continued running until we found a safe area where we would be separated from one another and could transform back in peace. "Okay! Let's feed our Kwamis and get back to Paris to take care of Robostus,” my voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and frustration as I addressed the situation. Chat turns on the Paris News and Nadja's voice fills the air, sharing the latest news. "Today, Paris was attacked by a villain who ultimately disappeared on his own! Clara Contard is on the scene."

Clara's voice comes through, questioning the absence of Ladybug and Chat Noir. "Parisians are surprised! Why didn't Ladybug and Chat Noir step in? And will Ladybug repair the damages caused by the villain?"

My voice cracks with emotion as the weight of our actions and I can feel the consequences weigh heavily on me. "We waited too long to return to Paris," I admit, my voice trembling with sadness. "There's nothing I can do anymore!"

Chat Noir's voice carries a glimmer of hope, his words an attempt to offer a solution. "Can't you just do a Lucky Charm when we're back in Paris?"

Despair and defeat lace my voice as I answer "My powers allow me to create a magical object that repairs damages caused by a specific villain! But the villain is already gone!"

Chat Noir's voice reflects his realization. "Then there's no longer a chance for repairs?" he asks, his tone heavy with the weight of their missed opportunity. I continued sobbing and frustration made his guilt deepen. "It's all my fault. You were perfect as always. Knightowl was right to want to confiscate my Miraculous. I left Paris without telling you. I ruined everything! And if Uncanny Valley hadn't been a robot, I would've caused irreparable harm."

Chat Noir and I called out our transformation words, our voices filled with determination as we returned to our civilian identities. My transformation falls away, and I extend my hand for Tikki to land on. I look at her, tears welling up in my eyes, mirroring the sadness in her expression. Tikki whimpers softly, her sympathy palpable.

In the midst of our sorrow, I hear Chat Noir's voice quiver with emotion as he speaks, his words heavy with sorrow and regret. "Please forgive me, my friend." His plea hangs in the air, carrying the weight of his choices and the pain he feels.

Plagg's desperate plea fills the air, his voice laced with concern and disbelief. "No!"

I hear Chat Noir's voice, filled with determination and resignation. "Plagg," he says, his voice tinged with sadness, "I renounce you." The words cut through my heart, each syllable accentuating the weight of his decision. I crumple to the ground, the reality of the situation crashing down on me.

Chat Noir's next words struck me to the core. "I never want to risk harming anyone ever again. Least of all you." With a heavy heart, he sets down the Cat Miraculous, his actions reflecting the weight of his choices and his desire to protect me.

Desperation fills my voice as I try to call out to him, my heart pleading for him to stay. "Wait!"

But Chat Noir, consumed by despair and misery, runs away, his steps echoing the pain he feels. I am left standing alone, tears flowing freely down my cheeks, my voice choked with sorrow as I try to call out to him, my words fading into the empty air. "Chat Noir..."

XoXo Rowan

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