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venor (9) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 5,166

○ Warnings: Reference to past parental death. Binge drinking. Minor violence.

○ Notes: Someone on AO3 called Byungchul a "stupid mutt" and I cried laughing. Also, I hope you enjoyed drunk Bunny Koo and Suyun 🥹 They're literal disasters lmfao.

○ Post Date: March 14, 2024

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“Do you think I look stupid?” Jungkook asks, turning around to look at his butt in the full-body mirror hanging on the back of his bedroom door.

Through the mirror, Yoongi and Suyun evaluate Jungkook’s outfit, too. Yoongi sits on his bed with a fluffy gray blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He’s got a frown on his face, which can’t possibly mean anything good — or it’s just his regular face, and there’s nothing wrong; Jungkook hasn’t quite figured out how to read him fully yet.

Suyun sits on Jungkook’s bed. She’s easier to read with a toothy grin that makes Jungkook shy.

“You look so cute, Jungkookie! Literally adorable, not to mention how clever the idea is. I promise no one else is going to have a costume like yours,” Suyun gushes, leaning forward to bring her legs underneath her. She kneels, sitting on her heels, and bounces with excitement.

Yoongi snorts. “That’s for fucking sure.”

It isn’t empty flattery that has Jungkook smiling shyly into the mirror. His costume is adorable and clever, and he came up with it all on his own. On the surface, it may not seem groundbreaking, but the meaning behind it is what Jungkook cares about.

Taehyung had forgotten to tell Jungkook that Jackson’s party isn't just a standard college house party but a Halloween party. Luckily, Halloween is one of Jungkook’s favorite holidays.

Perhaps Jungkook was a bit bold to suggest a couple's costume, but Taehyung agreed to it without hesitation, even after he heard Jungkook’s idea.

Jungkook finishes applying black eyeliner, thick and sharp in the corners, to create a bold cat-eye before stepping back to admire the end product: Jungkook is covered in stripes. The only article of clothing not striped are Jungkook’s white Converse.

Nestled in Jungkook’s hair and out of the way of his bunny ears is a headband with fuzzy tiger ears. The ears match his shirt, which is also striped orange and black. His shirt is long enough to hide his bunny tail, making the tiger tail hanging from where it’s tied to a band around his waist underneath his shirt look more realistic.

Jungkook had wanted to wear striped leggings to match the rest of his outfit, but he could only find striped shorts. The shorts aren’t ideal considering how cold it is outside, but Suyun pointed out that they make his legs look good, and that was all the convincing he needed to wear them.

To complete the look, Suyun painted Jungkook’s nose black and his cheeks with thin lines to represent whiskers. That part is just for fun; obviously, Taehyung doesn’t have whiskers, though Jungkook would still like him even if he did.

Jungkook sways his hips with a grin and watches the tiger tail swing around.

Suyun squeals, “Oh, I can’t wait until Taehyung shows up!”

Speaking of Taehyung, Jungkook retrieves his phone from his dresser to check if Taehyung has texted him recently. Neither of them has shared what their costume looks with the other, agreeing that it would be fun to be surprised when Taehyung comes to pick Jungkook up.

“What are you going as?” Jungkook asks as he settles on the bed beside Suyun. He has to hold the fake tail so he doesn’t sit on it, and he wonders how in the world Taehyung manages to live with such a long tail.

Suyun lets out a long groan that makes Yoongi giggle. It’s fun having the two of them together; Jungkook doesn’t know why he never encouraged them to all hang out together sooner.

“Jackson wanted to be zombies. I told him that’s not very sexy, and he said Halloween is about being scary,” Suyun huffs and Yoongi’s giggles turn into laughter that bobs his shoulders.

“Zombies sound fun, though!” Jungkook encourages.

“Mhm, well, I’m going as a zombie cheerleader, and he’s going to wear his jersey to be a zombie basketball player, so at least I’ll be a cute zombie.”

Jungkook’s costume isn’t sexy, but that wasn’t the goal. He just wanted to dress up in something silly. Adding a barista apron would have been the icing on the cake, but he forgot to ask Taehyung to borrow one.

Directing his attention to Yoongi, Jungkook points the tiger tail at him from across the room, making jabbing motions.

“What about you?”

“There’s no way I’m going,” Yoongi grunts with a shake of his head. “Do I look like the type of person to go to a costume party?”

Suyun answers, “No,” but Jungkook insists, “You could be.”

It’s no use trying to convince Yoongi to go, especially not so late. Although the party won’t start for a few hours, Yoongi would have needed to be convinced at least a week ago and reminded daily, perhaps hourly —and even then, it’s possible he’d still back out at the last second.

Yoongi’s stubborn personality doesn’t stop Suyun from trying to convince him, though her efforts are half-hearted because Jungkook has already explained that it’s a lost cause.

Jungkook ignores their playful bickering; he’s too focused on the footsteps he hears approaching his apartment’s front door. Scurrying out of his bedroom, he’s already flinging the door open when Taehyung raises his fist to knock.

“Hey, Jung—” Taehyung is cut off by Jungkook grabbing his wrist and yanking him inside.

“You always want to talk in the hallway where people can see you, Tae!” Jungkook chastises, “You’re going to get in trouble one day.”

Never one to care about rules, Taehyung ignores Jungkook’s scolding and gives himself a moment to look over his costume.

Jungkook lets himself do the same and is surprised by his giddiness as he takes in Taehyung’s costume. It's different to see it in person despite knowing what Taehyung would be dressed as.

Like Jungkook, Taehyung wears a headband. The bunny ears attached to them are small and stand instead of flopping, but they’re black and fuzzy like Jungkook’s. One sticks straight up while the other is bent at the tip, making Taehyung appear sassy.

Also, like Jungkook, Taehyung’s nose and cheeks are painted, though his nose is pink and his whiskers are white. The rest of his outfit is simple: a fitted black t-shirt that shows off the swell of his chest and biceps, black jeans, and black leather boots.

Tilting his head, Jungkook tries to look behind Taehyung and giggles when he notices that Taehyung has a white ball of fluff meant to be a bunny tail clipped to one of his belt loops directly above his actual tail.

“I realized that hiding a tail half the length of my body is impossible,” Taehyung chuckles when he notices Jungkook looking.

Taehyung’s comment reminds Jungkook that he’s also being evaluated.

It’s nerve-wracking to be examined so closely. Jungkook can practically feel Taehyung’s gaze on him, goosebumps pebbling his skin and following the same path down his body that Taehyung’s eyes take. Jungkook’s whole body grows hot as a slow grin spreads across Taehyung’s face.

“You look so fucking cute.”

Taehyung smirks when Jungkook ducks his head too quickly, making his headband nearly fall off. He cups Jungkook’s chin to lift his face, forcing Jungkook to look at him while he readjusts his headband.

“Thank you,” Jungkook responds shyly. “You look cute, too.”

“I guess I can’t call you bun tonight, huh?” Taehyung’s smirk morphs into a sly grin, making Jungkook’s stomach flip. “What should I call you instead? Kitten?”

“Oh my god, can you guys take your kinky shit somewhere else?” Yoongi hollers from down the hallway, Suyun trailing behind him in a fit of giggles. “It’s bad enough I had to deal with Taehyung’s horny pheromones suffocating me after you scented each other in the middle of the fucking apartment!”

Cheeks pink, Taehyung clears his throat and lets go of Jungkook’s face. Jungkook probably should have told him that Yoongi and Suyun were over, but Taehyung is cute when he’s embarrassed, and maybe there’s a tiny part of Jungkook that’s a little bit evil.

“Should we go?” Jungkook tugs Taehyung’s arm by his wrist again.

Taehyung takes a final look at Jungkook, his eyes lingering on his tiny shorts, before humming in agreement.

Flustered, Jungkook nearly forgets to grab his keys on the way out the door. He can hear Suyun’s laughter all the way to the stairs, but he’s more focused on Taehyung interlocking their fingers when he holds his hand.

The restaurant Taehyung takes them to isn’t one Jungkook is familiar with. Nestled between an apartment complex and a dry cleaner, the restaurant is easy to miss if one isn’t looking for it. It’s small, with only enough room to fit around fifteen customers. The patio in the back of the building provides more room, but it’s too cold to sit outside, so the staff have already put away the outdoor furniture.

Despite the humble exterior, the inside of the restaurant is cute. It feels homey, like Jungkook has just stepped into a friend’s house. What appear to be family photos decorate the bright white walls. Plants that Jungkook realizes are real are scattered around the room despite the tight space. Some are stacked in the corners on racks, others on shelves built into the walls, and each table has a tiny succulent in little clay pots. The restaurant’s aesthetic reminds Jungkook of Taehyung’s bedroom.

All the tables are occupied, which doesn’t surprise Jungkook. It’s a Friday evening, after all. It makes sense that restaurants would be busy.

Jungkook hovers at Taehyung’s elbow as they wait near the front door for an employee to notice them. They’re not difficult to miss, being the only people in the room dressed for Halloween. A few customers stare at them. Jungkook isn’t sure if it’s because of how they’re dressed or because Taehyung still has their fingers intertwined.

“Taehyung-ah!”

Jungkook is startled by a booming voice that impressively carries across the restaurant over the guests’ chatter. He peers over Taehyung’s shoulder to see a tall, broad tiger hybrid approaching them. Based on the apron tied around his waist, Jungkook assumes he must be an employee, but he’s more interested in the tiger hybrid’s familiar boxy smile.

“Appa,” Taehyung grumbles when the tiger hybrid crushes him in a hug. “You’re killing me.”

“I haven’t seen my only son in so long!” Taehyung’s father holds him by his shoulders and looks at him with so much love that Jungkook feels his body ache with it. It isn’t a look Jungkook is familiar with.

“You saw me yesterday,” Taehyung points out.

“So long ago!” Taehyung’s father bemoans, his hands migrating to hold the sides of Taehyung’s face. “What the hell are you wearing?”

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung takes a step back to free himself from his father’s embrace.

“Me and Jungkook are going to a Halloween party,” Taehyung explains. He reaches for Jungkook’s hand after letting go of it when his father swept him into a hug.

As if he’s only just noticing Jungkook, Taehyung’s father’s eyebrows rise when he turns to look at him. Perhaps he can tell that Jungkook’s anxiety has spiked through the roof. Or perhaps he’s shocked to see a bunny dressed like a tiger.

“It’s nice to meet you, ahjussi,” Jungkook says with a bow that causes his headband to slip over his face and nearly poke him in the eyes. “If I had known I would be meeting you, I wouldn’t have dressed like this.”

“Aish, Taehyung-ah, why are you embarrassing this poor boy?” Taehyung’s father scolds Taehyung, who doesn’t look remorseful.

“He’s fine,” Taehyung says with a squeeze of Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook doesn’t miss how Taehyung’s father looks at their intertwined fingers.

All around them are friends, couples, and families eating dinner, and not a single table holds a mix of predators and prey. For such a progressive city, Seoul still sometimes disappoints Jungkook.

“Well, let’s get you some food!” Taehyung’s father gestures for them to follow him toward the back of the restaurant to the only empty table. “I’ve got to head back to the kitchen, but I’ll send Hyori out. Your favorites?”

“Yes, appa. Thank you,” Taehyung smiles as his father walks away.

Jungkook reaches for the chair across from Taehyung at the table, but Taehyung’s tail wraps around his wrist and yanks.

“Sit with me.”

Taehyung's arm is draped over the back of the chair next to him. He curls his fingers, beckoning Jungkook to come to him.

Of course, Jungkook does. He scoots his chair as close as possible to Taehyung’s and immediately feels his anxiety lessen when Taehyung lowers his arm to rest around Jungkook’s shoulders. He has to fight the urge to snuggle into Taehyung’s side. He doesn’t want to cause any problems for Taehyung if his father doesn’t like the public display of affection—especially when Jungkook is sure he’s not what Taehyung’s father wishes for him.

A woman Taehyung introduces to Jungkook as his aunt, Hyori, brings them water and grapefruit soju while they wait for their food. She’s friendly, like Taehyung’s father, and even compliments their costumes.

“You look just like your appa,” Jungkook points out once Taehyung’s aunt leaves.

“If you saw my eomma, you’d say differently.”

“Can I? See her?”

Taehyung is quiet for a moment. He unscrews the bottle of soju and gestures for Jungkook to hold up his shot glass. Once he’s finished pouring Jungkook a shot, Jungkook takes the bottle to pour one for him.

It isn’t until they’ve taken their shots that Taehyung responds.

“My little sister looks more like my appa,” Taehyung says as he passes his phone to Jungkook.

A picture of a teenage Taehyung with his parents and little sister is on the screen. They’re standing outside the restaurant, their arms entangled to pull each other into an enormous hug. Taehyung’s little sister is making a face that suggests she may have been growling, and Taehyung’s mother has her head thrown back in laughter.

“You’re all so sweet,” Jungkook says with a smile, “I get what you mean, though.”

“I think it’s hard for my appa to look at me sometimes because of that.”

They pour another shot for each other but let the drinks sit.

Taehyung looks like he wants to say more, but Jungkook doesn’t push him. He knows Taehyung’s mother had been very sick, and he can’t imagine what it would be like to lose one of his parents, even when his relationship with them isn’t particularly healthy.

“What about your family? Do you get along?” Taehyung turns slightly in his seat to look at Jungkook.

Taehyung is so pretty, and Jungkook feels like he can’t breathe being so close to him, with those freckled beauty marks and plush lips taunting him. Jungkook wants to kiss him so badly. That’s all he thinks about now, Taehyung having successfully ruined him. He wants to know how the soju tastes from Taehyung’s tongue, drown in his scent, and feel Taehyung’s strong hands cradling his body like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Kitten,” Taehyung murmurs with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh, sorry!” Jungkook sways slightly when he realizes he has leaned into Taehyung’s personal space. “My parents? I’m not very close to them, honestly. They’re very close to me if that makes sense. We just have different ways of seeing the world.”

Taehyung nods slowly. “They hate predators.”

At that moment, Hyori politely interrupts their conversation to bring them their food: japchae and dwaeji galbijjim, Taehyung’s favorite foods his father makes for him. Jungkook’s mouth waters the moment Hyori sets the plates down.

“Taehyung-ah used to cry when he couldn’t get japchae,” Hyori laughs, ruffling Taehyung’s hair before making her rounds at the tables she’s tending to.

Hyori’s interruption and finishing his second shot give Jungkook time to think through how he wants to answer Taehyung’s comment, which Jungkook knows is a question. It’s complicated, but that’s not the answer Taehyung deserves.

“They’re afraid, and I think fear makes people behave in ways that are different than what’s really in their hearts.”

Jungkook holds his shot glass so Taehyung can pour him another. As a lightweight, Jungkook should be more mindful of how much he drinks tonight, but he likes the loose, giddy feeling alcohol gives him.

Taehyung turns to look at Jungkook, something fierce in his eyes.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Of course not,” Jungkook says as gently as he can, even when inside, he’s startled by Taehyung’s question. Has he done something to make Taehyung question him?

“Good,” Taehyung murmurs, his feline eyes staring into Jungkook’s wide ones.

The food is waiting for them, but nothing is more tempting to Jungkook than Taehyung when his tongue wets his bottom lip. He considers the consequences of his actions for only a second before leaning in to press his lips to Taehyung’s.

Maybe it’s the soju or Taehyung, but Jungkook feels the world tilt when Taehyung deepens the kiss instead of pulling away like he expected him to. Goosebumps make Jungkook’s skin prickle as Taehyung holds the back of Jungkook’s head to keep him in place as he sucks on his bottom lip.

Jungkook pulls away first. He has to; if he lets this go on, he'll ruin his pants and embarrass himself in front of Taehyung’s family and a room full of strangers.

“Mmm,” Taehyung hums, slow to open his eyes but quick to make Jungkook’s heart skip when he smiles, “You taste good.”

Over Taehyung’s shoulder and across the room, Hyori meets Jungkook’s eye. Jungkook immediately looks away.

“Is your family going to be mad at you?” Jungkook asks, focusing on Taehyung’s pretty lips and the heavy way he looks at him.

“For what?”

“Me.”

Taehyung runs his fingers through the hair at the nape of Jungkook’s neck and gives him a small smile.

“Nah, they’re not like that,” Taehyung reassures Jungkook, dragging his wrist along his neck to scent him when he pulls his arm away. He grabs the chopsticks and hands Jungkook a pair before continuing, “But even if they did get mad at me, I wouldn’t give a fuck.”

–

The soju from dinner helps Jungkook shake away the anxiety of attending his first real party. He’s more talkative on the drive to Jackson’s house than he had been on the way to the restaurant, much to Taehyung’s amusement.

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” Jungkook asks as he gets out of Taehyung’s car, where he’s parked on the side of the street.

“I just drove us here, didn’t I?” Taehyung laughs, his eyes twinkling with an amber glow that cuts through the night. Jackson’s neighborhood is eerily dark; no streetlamp is in sight.

“Do you think people will like our costumes?”

Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s forearm to hold him steady as he finally exits the car and slams the door a little too hard.

“I do,” Taehyung affirms, but Jungkook’s thoughts are already tumbling toward something new.

“I want to scent you, but my nose…” Jungkook touches the tip of his nose with his index finger. Pulling away, he sticks his finger in Taehyung’s face to show him the black smudge of makeup left behind.

The corners of Taehyung’s mouth twitch and Jungkook almost stomps his foot because this is a very serious matter. If he doesn’t scent Taehyung, and if Taehyung doesn’t scent him in return, Jungkook may start crying in the middle of the street.

“You’re so cute, kitten,” Taehyung murmurs, stepping forward to force Jungkook backward until he’s trapped between the car and Taehyung’s body. “Using your nose isn’t the only way to scent someone.”

Lightly squeezing the front of Jungkook’s throat, Taehyung tilts Jungkook’s head back and to the side. It’s almost scary how pliant Jungkook becomes. Rather than protect himself, Jungkook goes where Taehyung wants him to and lets him take control. Once he’s in position, Taehyung slides his hand around to grip the back of Jungkook’s neck and hold him in place.

“You can use your mouth.” Taehyung kisses the base of Jungkook’s throat and hums with satisfaction when Jungkook exhales loudly. “Or you can use your tongue.”

Flattening his tongue, Taehyung licks a slow stripe up Jungkook’s throat, starting at the scent gland at his shoulder and ending at the end of his jaw. It’s hot and wet, making Jungkook’s intoxicated mind wonder where else he’d enjoy having Taehyung’s tongue on him.

“Tae,” Jungkook whimpers and digs his fingers into the soft material of Taehyung’s t-shirt to give him something to hold onto. “Stop, stop, I’m gonna get embarrassed.”

Taehyung lets go of Jungkook’s neck with a dark chuckle.

“Come on, kitten. Everyone’s waiting for you.”

The air inside Jackson’s house is hot and thick, blanketed with the heady odor of alcohol and sweat. Jungkook takes advantage of Taehyung’s large frame by trailing close behind him as Taehyung maneuvers through the hallway. Every corner of the house is packed with mostly predator hybrids drinking from glass beer bottles and plastic cups.

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook doesn’t recognize anyone, but everyone seems to know Taehyung. His name is shouted from the crowds repeatedly, each time a new hand shoots out of the sea of people to wave at him or pull him into a one-armed hug.

It’s difficult to hear over the music blaring from the speakers in Jackson’s living room and the noise of the other guests.

“I feel like you’re a celebrity,” Jungkook shouts in Taehyung’s ear. He walks on his tiptoes to drape his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, practically hanging off him.

“Are you my bodyguard?” Taehyung shouts back with a grin over his shoulder.

“Yeah! I can kickbox!”

Jungkook considers demonstrating, but Taehyung finally breaks through the crowd and brings them to a much calmer room. The kitchen hosts only a handful of people, most dropping in to fix themselves a drink before plunging back into the sea of guests past the kitchen door’s threshold.

Even friendlier when drunk, Jungkook says hello to every predator that dips in and out of the kitchen, even the ones that look at him with disdain. He hardly notices; soju and whatever drink Taehyung mixes for him make Jungkook’s eyes glaze over with rose-colored giddiness.

“What did you put in this?” Jungkook holds up his plastic cup and tugs on the hem of Taehyung’s shirt.

Taking a sip of his own drink, Taehyung grins at Jungkook.

“Vodka.”

There are so many people that it’s been roughly half an hour, and they still haven’t found Jackson to say hello. The house isn’t big, but people cramp together in every room and spill out onto the front lawn, nursing beers and mixed drinks in colorful plastic cups. It’s overwhelming, with so many scents and sounds that Jungkook can’t sort out in his head. When he catches wind of a familiar scent, he perks up, head swiveling to figure out where it’s coming from.

“Jungkookie! I knew I heard you somewhere in here!”

Suyun scurries through the kitchen door, dragging Jackson behind her. Their athletic zombie costumes are more creative and well-done than many of the others Jungkook has seen, though he did run into someone in a full camel suit, which was pretty crazy and nothing Jungkook had ever seen.

“You’re so hot,” Jungkook blurts as he grabs Suyun’s wrist to spin her around, admiring how her blue and white cheerleader miniskirt fans out when she twirls.

Taehyung whips around to stare at Jungkook so quickly that he nearly spills his drink. Jungkook doesn’t notice his reaction, but Jackson snickers.

“I know!” Suyun’s face is bright red, and her already large eyes seem even bigger. They’re glossy like Jungkook’s.

Jungkook shouldn’t say it because it feels like something private that he shouldn’t say out loud, but he can’t stop himself when he turns to Taehyung and asks, “Wanna know a secret?”

With narrowed eyes and flattened ears, Taehyung gives Jungkook a suspicious look before nodding his head.

Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s arm and gets on his tiptoes again, leaning all his weight on Taehyung’s body because he’s focused on not dropping his drink. He needs to be close so he can tell Taehyung his secret.

“I’ve always wanted to try wearing skirts,” Jungkook thinks he whispers, but he speaks loudly enough for everyone in the kitchen to hear him.

“Mmm.” Taehyung stares at Jungkook, who smiles sweetly at him.

“Cool, right?”

“Mhmm…”

Before Jungkook can ask Taehyung why he looks like he's in pain, Suyun tries maneuvering between them.

“Oh my god, Taehyung, I was supposed to tell you something, too,” Suyun gasps like she’s just come from running a marathon, “This is Jungkookie’s first party, so you have to treat him nicely.”

Jungkook doesn’t think there’s any other way that Taehyung could treat him but nicely, even if Taehyung likes to pretend to be unfriendly.

“Of course, I—”

“No, listen! Listen to me!” Suyun pinches Taehyung on the forearm with confidence she usually doesn’t have. Jungkook has to laugh when Taehyung yelps and snatches his arm away from her.

“Alright, babe, let’s not do that,” Jackson says as he gently wraps his arms around Suyun’s waist and pulls her against him. Jungkook can’t help but stare at how beautiful his fluffy orange fox tail is.

“Tell him, Jackson,” Suyun pouts.

Jackson gestures to Jungkook, who is watching them in confusion.

“Prey are lightweights. They get fucked up real fast, as you can see.” This time, Jackson refers to Suyun’s level of inebriation. “Feisty little things when they drink.”

Jungkook has never seen Suyun in this state before, and it’s both disturbing and entertaining. He wonders how much he needs to drink before he becomes “feisty,” as Jackson said. Honestly, Jungkook thinks he’s already feisty; he hopes he is. He may be small, and his instincts make him naturally timid, but the person he works hard to be is feisty!

Throwing his head back, Jungkook finishes his drink and tosses the cup on the kitchen counter. However, he quickly picks it up and puts it in the garbage when he realizes he shouldn’t trash Jackson’s house right in front of him.

“I want to dance. Tae,” Jungkook stomps his foot and giggles when Suyun does it, too. “Let's go dance.”

As cooperative as Taehyung usually is, getting him to dance is nearly impossible. It takes more whining, pouting, and stomping to drag him into the living room, where the music playlist is being carefully monitored by Hoseok dressed like Woody from Toy Story.

“There’s a snake in my boot!” Jungkook shouts over the music and beams at Taehyung when Hoseok gives him a thumbs up. “I knew it.”

Shaking his head, Taehyung fights a smile as Jungkook loops his arms around his neck and slowly sways to the music despite how upbeat the song is that’s currently playing. It doesn’t matter; Jungkook wants to slow dance with Taehyung and doesn’t care if the music isn't right.

“Is scenting a private thing?” Jungkook tugs on Taehyung’s shoulders so he’ll lean down enough for Jungkook to comfortably speak in his ear to avoid shouting.

“Do you want to scent me right now?”

“Yes. I want people to know.”

Taehyung pulls back slightly to smirk at Jungkook, his bright eyes roaming Jungkook’s face.

“Know what, kitten?”

“I don’t know if I can say it,” Jungkook admits with a quivering bottom lip.

Jungkook doesn’t know why, but he’s feeling teary-eyed again. Perhaps it’s because Taehyung is so pretty and nice and funny. He’s a talented artist and a kind soul, even though people judge him solely based on what he is and not who he is. He holds Jungkook’s waist with a confident grip that brings Jungkook comfort just as much as it makes his body burn with desire.

“I think you should say it,” Taehyung says, just loud enough for Jungkook to hear him over the music and the noise of the other guests around them dancing and grinding together in the living room.

Ducking his head, Taehyung lightly bumps his nose against Jungkook’s, forcing Jungkook to tilt his head so Taehyung can slot their lips together. Ever since that day in the library, Taehyung has been more freely affectionate. He gifts Jungkook kisses more frequently and doesn’t care if others see them.

Jungkook doesn’t care, either. Other people are irrelevant when Taehyung draws Jungkook against him and kisses him like he wants to eat him. All Jungkook knows is the pressure of Taehyung’s palms grabbing his ass and the taste of vodka punch on Taehyung’s tongue when he slips it inside Jungkook’s mouth.

Unfortunately, reality often has a rude way of interrupting the fantasy worlds Jungkook creates in his mind.

When the lights suddenly turn on, and the music stops, Taehyung frowns and pulls away from Jungkook.

“What the fu—”

“Where is he? Where’s Taehyung?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen when he hears the familiar growl down the hallway. Despite the alcohol swimming in his bloodstream, Jungkook is put together enough to feel panic settle like a rock in the pit of his stomach.

“Taehyung, I want to go home,” Jungkook starts to say as the crowd begins parting for an extremely inebriated Byungchul.

“Byungchul, Byungchul,” Jackson shouts as he rushes behind Byungchul to catch up with him. “You gotta leave, man.”

Letting go of Jungkook, Taehyung steps in front of him as Byungchul approaches them. Jungkook feels ridiculous peering over Taehyung’s shoulder at the furious look on Byungchul’s face. Byungchul has ruined his day too many times; Jungkook isn’t interested in hiding from him again, but Taehyung won’t let him step forward.

“Byungchul,” Taehyung’s greeting is cold, his tone cautionary. “What do you want?”

For a moment, Byungchul does nothing but pant. His face is sweaty and red from alcohol and the fury bubbling under his skin — about what, no one seems to be sure. Perhaps Jackson knows something; he finally jogs over to stand beside Taehyung.

If their goal was to hide Jungkook, they failed.

Byungchul looks at Jungkook from over Taehyung’s shoulder and lets out a dark laugh.

“I’m so sick of both of you,” Byungchul spits. Jungkook doesn’t know if Byungchul refers to Jungkook and Taehyung, or Taehyung and Jackson.

“Byungchul, I already told you that you gotta get out of here,” Jackson attempts to talk sense into Byungchul. “Everyone’s just trying to have a good time, and you’ve had too much to drink. I’ll have Hobi hyung take you home, and in the morning, we can—”

Jungkook thinks he hears Suyun scream when Byungchul’s fist collides with Jackson’s jaw, sending him stumbling backward. It happens too quickly for Jungkook to react. The momentum makes Jackson trip, pushing Jungkook over and falling on top of him.

When he hits the floor, Jungkook gets the wind knocked out of him. He gasps and tries to blink away the spots in his vision. Jackson says something through a pained groan, but Jungkook can’t understand him.

Everything’s happening too quickly.

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two tails | reader x minho |

Two

Pairing: self insert, female reader x lee minho

Genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff

Tags: neighbors au, comfort fic, catowner!minho, catowner!reader, author!reader, bestfriend!seungmin, coworker!hyunjin, florist!jisung, punk!jisung (yeah boiiii), agedup!skz, slow burn, plot-driven, gradual romance, lil bit of angst, strained parental relationship, explicit language, mentions of food, passive body shaming

Word count: 5.5k (y e e t we love self indulgence)

Tagging: @lauraneuuh

Chapters

P | ONE | TWO | THREE

busybody noun

:an officious or inquisitive person.

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There are a couple things that your mother is known for--or rather, a couple things that she has been deemed.

Mother, wife, friend, matriarch, socialite, unofficial event planner, gossip, show off, professional nagger, and, to certain people, bitch.

And yet, somehow your mother was intertwined with some of the most prominent circles within the city, and she knew everything about everyone’s business. Frankly, she often didn’t have anything better to to with her time. ” If she had any job at all, it would be calling you every weekend to give her opinions on your rather “less than auspicious” life choices.

To her, another one of your “less than auspicious” life choices had to do with the way that you had dressed yourself; however little sense this made.

Your mother sipped at her tea with dainty fingers, barely cracking with age due to her expensive hand creams.

“Quickly. Go get changed. We don’t have much more time and you’re dallying. It should fit you, just as long as you haven’t put on any more weight.” Her hawk-like gaze inspected your hips and thighs. “Hmm. I think you’ll be fine.”

Seungmin, where he sat on the couch with perfect posture tapped his feet up and down with discomfort.

I hate you for doing this to me, he glared at you with despair, hiding it behind the wide smile he performed for your mother.

“What? Do you not trust me to be alone with your friend here?”

Your best friend nervously chuckled out in that little puppy-like way that he would. “What? Ahh no, I’ll be fine, go on Y/n, I should be leaving soon anyway, I was just stopping by.”

Your mother’s eyes followed you up your staircase, watching for the very moment that you closed your bedroom door. The second you did, her snide voice hissed out loud whispers, undoubtedly drilling Seungmin about the usual questions: are you married, where do you live, what’s your profession, what does your family do etc.

The little metal zipper of the pencil skirt pinched your fingertips as you attacked it up your body. Once again, your mother had underestimated your clothing size. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes looking at the tags for the designer matching skirt and blazer ensemble. There was nothing in your mother’s life that didn’t denote the status that she “worked so hard for.”

In a way, you hated that you had done this to Seungmin as well. Initially you had thought that having some kind of male presence over when your mother arrived would deter her stabbing remarks about your singledom, but in fact, it has just made it worse. For once in your life, you just wanted to hold something over her. Now, you’d likely traumatized the best friend that you had.

You nearly slipped on the carpeted stairs in your nylon stockings on the way down, but held fast the the banister, looking a bit like some kind of sad, business-casual, plastic-looking prom queen.

Seungmin’s eyes widened seeing you in the toning skirt. Likely you knew that he must’ve been keeping his jokes to himself the very best that he could--you wouldn’t hear the end of it later.

“Wonderful. Let’s get going.” Your mother set down her teacup with a clink. “I’ve got some cosmetics in the car that you can use as well. We’ll be stopping off at the flower shop before we get to the venue. I’ve ordered an arrangement for the bride-to-be.”

“I feel like a China doll.” You muttered under your breath, catching a little laugh from your friend. Your eyes met as if to ask him if he was okay, which he rolled his eyes as his answer.

You put on the only pair of kitten heels that you owned: they were brown, banged up and the pleather was cracking a little at the edges. Of course, your mother let out an exasperated sigh upon seeing them.

“I’ll bring shoes next time.”

Seungmin politely opened the door for the both of you and the spring morning’s sun washed your face in it’s warmth. The morning was perfect: the exact kind of day that you would spend in your garden writing or reading on the single-person porch swing you had just installed. Dew still held to the Kelly green blades of grass and your cherry blossom tree bowed a little in the breeze.

“Well, it was nice meeting and speaking with you Seungmin--”

“--We’ve met before thou--”

“--You seem to be a strapping and organized young man. I do hope that you consider what we discussed.”

Seungmin appeared to flush a little, “I-I’ll think about it.”

You tugged at your friend’s shirt, pulling him in to whisper, “What the hell did she talk to you about?”

“Don’t worry about it.” His eyes fluttered around nervously. “She just kept going on about how she wanted me to--”

“--Oh, Y/n!”

From your mother’s surprised expression on the other side of the car, to the way that Seungmin stopped dead in his sentence, you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

Your body turned around in slow-motion, hoping that this must have been some kind of nightmare, and that you hadn’t woken up that morning yet and were cozily still tucked in bed.

If it would have been socially acceptable, you would have hidden behind that car until he walked away, but it was too late considering he already knew you were there.

Your mother let out some kind of ungodly squeal before rushing towards Minho and taking his hand in hers to shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you! I take it that you know my daughter? And who might you be, such a handsome man as yourself???”

You really did contemplate hiding behind that car.

It was unfair how you had to run him into at a time when he looked like that. Your mother was nearly eating him with her eyes while Minho looked to you in his confusion.

Of course when your mother had to see him, he was fresh off of his morning run: white cotton sleeveless shirt, running joggers, a thick headband with sweat dripping down his body in rivets from his forehead to the curves of his toned arms.

Life was just too fucking unfair.

“Minho!” Internally, you crawled so far into yourself it was like you were barely there. You squeaked out the words coupled with a poorly-timed voice crack, “I didn’t plan on seeing YOu here!”

“Minho?!” Seungmin echoed your phrase, grabbing onto your arm with force.

“Uh, hello, nice to meet you I’m Lee Minho. And yes, I do know Y/n, I actually live a couple doors down--”

“--A neighbor! How wonderful! I know she doesn’t leave the house that much, but I’m so glad that the two of you have met. Do you live your family..? Or...your wife...?”

He smiled warmly, polite as always, “No Ma’am, I’m not married, I live with my mother.”

“Your mother? Well, that’s very honorable.”

You and your best friend locked eyes upon hearing the answer to the question that both of you had been silently wondering.

With a little eyebrow raised, he gave you a smirk, before braiding his hand through his locks strung with sweat. “I also live with my cats too.”

“Cats?” Your mother tried her best to hide the distaste in her mouth. “That’s...honorable as well. Taking care of animals is...hm, well, Y/n get in the car, time is ticking!!”

Your mother’s shrill voice was clipped by the sound of the car door closing behind her. You and your best friend choked in silent laughter together.

“Are you sure I don’t look ridiculous?” You patted down your itchy grey blazer.

Seungmin nodded, “Do you want me to tell you the truth? Not your colors. But, you’ll just have to live with it.”

“I think that you look nice.” Minho’s compliment melted into your skin like honey. “But I agree, the colors don’t work the best. Sorry.”

“Oh. Thank you...” Your cheeks warmed, “Sorry! God, I’m-this is Seungmin, my-my friend Seungmin, sorry I didn’t introduce you both, my head is just--”

“--Nice to meet you. Finally.” Seungmin’s expression turned a bit more stoic, a stark contrast to his softer features.

“Nice to meet you as well.”

“Okayyyy, well, I’ll just...get going then. See you both...later.”

Seungmin slammed the door behind you, leaving you with your huffing mother in the car.

“All of these handsome men around you and you can’t lock down one? I can’t believe you...” She threw her makeup bag on your lap. “I’ll play matchmaker if you want me to, I don’t mind, but you know that I have a lot going on already--”

“--Haven’t you already started? Don’t pretend like you didn’t tell Seungmin something. Seungmin is my friend, mom.”

“I just don’t get you. Aren’t you ever a bit sad that you don’t get invited to things like this since you have no female friends...?”

“Honestly? I don’t really care--”

“--You should. Thank God that you have me.”

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The front windows to the floral shop winked in the morning sun and the gold lettering of the signage glistened with a similar glow. On the display, there were several dozens of different types of flowers all arranged into different glass vases, tied with bows or swaddled in burlap. The arrangements of roses, chrysanthemums, peonies, daises, sunflowers and other wildflowers appeared to be freshly cut, and beaded with water droplets.

“Here. Take my card. If any of them seem to be brown at all, tell them that you won’t pay until they fix it.”

You took the little plastic card from her red painted nails. “Will do.”

There was a little bell hung over the shop door, and it tinkled when you entered like fairy chimes. The entire place seemed a little magical: the kind of place that you would find yourself reiterating in your writings. On the marble tiled floors, flecks of dirt seemed to gather in the grout.

The golden brass counter stretched on for nearly the whole length of the shop, and held a display case which doubled as a cooler holding smaller things like corsages and boutonnières.

“Can I help you?”

The man approached you wiping the dirt off of his hands onto his canvas apron which was stained with smudges of green and brown. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the tattoos adorning his arms in beautiful patterns of black with muted colors of yellow, lavender and pink. They were nearly all floral in design and reminded you of the drawings from a botany book. His shaggy dark hair had a bit of a curl to it that tasseled over his eyes. His smile too was devastatingly charming, decorating it was a black hooped lip ring.

“Here to pick up an order?”

“Y-yes, for L/n.”

“I just finished that one up, lucky for you.” He palmed through the little stack of receipts near the register. “I’ll go get it real quick.”

It was criminal how fast you found your heart beating after hearing how strikingly soothing his voice had sounded. You also found your head spinning over how familiar he seemed, like someone you had met before, but couldn’t place where.

He had brought the sizeable arrangement over, and upon seeing it, you knew that your mother must’ve asked them to pull out all the works. Not only were flowers like this a bit of an unusual bridal shower gift, but it was just one more way for her to show off. The moment that the two of you would arrive with that, heads would turn, and that was exactly what she wanted. It was so large, you had to crane a little to see the florist behind it.

“That’ll be 360.”

Never had you been more thankful to pay for a gift with someone else’s money.

When you passed him the card, you noted the little scrapes up and down his hands and forearms, looking a bit like cat scratches.

“It’s the roses.” He chuckled. “This job is a lot more dangerous than you would think.”

“Oh.” A heat in your cheeks rose along with his observation of you.

“Beautiful day isn’t it?” He tapped at the register, then nodded to the sunlight streamlining in from the windows. There were little rainbows speckling the store from the prisms hung above the displays.

“I-it really is.”

Your eyes wandered to his nametag which looked like he had decorated with hand-drawn stars. Jisung. Once again, he caught your eyes, slyly rolling his tongue over that black hoop.

“It’s the kind of day that makes me wish I wasn’t cooped up in here and doing something else; going somewhere else. You seen the cherry blossoms yet?”

“I-I have one in my yard.”

“Oh really? It’s my favorite time of year because of them.”

His smile was a bit in the shape of a heart, and the way that his eyes smiled along with it was just as charming as the rest of him.

Blaze.

He was Blaze.

Quite literally, never in your life could you have said that you had felt your heart skip a beat, but, you imagined that there’s a first time for everything.

He scribbled down something down on the receipt, handing you both the card and the slip.

“Have a good one, ‘kay?”

Had it been socially acceptable, you would have slapped yourself square in the face, right then and there, to snap yourself out of your awe.

“Yo-you as well.”

It was a miracle you didn’t drop that expensive-ass floral arrangement getting out of there as fast as you did.

“What took you so long? People will start wondering where we are.”

Your mother said a couple more chastising remarks, but they faded away once you looked at the crinkled piece of paper on your hand:

I hope to see you again, Blossom.

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“Y/n!!! Oh my god, I am so happy to see you. I’ve been decaying, simply drying out in this office all by myself.”

You swatted your melodramatic friend by the backside of his head, subsequently ruffling up his perfectly primped long, blond hair.

“Shut up. You’re surviving just fine without me.”

Hyunjin lowered his voice into a rather loud whisper, “Everyone here is just so boring.”

“I don’t know what you’re expecting ‘Jin. It’s a publishing company, all we do is read here. You kind of did it to yourself too. Hell, you edit the children’s books!! You don’t have a thing to complain about.”

“Are you sure that you can’t take an office here? We could eat lunch together, make coffee together from that broken-ass coffee machine, and bitch about Mr. Yoon together. By the way, what are you doing here anyway besides not seeing me?”

“Picking up a couple manuscripts. I finished the ones from before.”

“You’re inhuman. I don’t know how you get through 300+ pages over a weekend.”

You shrugged, “It’s just what I like to do, that’s all. And, no, I will not be taking an office here, not when I have my classes too.”

“Aren’t you the perfect symbol of adulthood.” Hyunjin pulled up for you the creaky plastic office chair from the empty desk next to his.

“Tell that to my mother, I think she’d have a different oponion.”

“Screw your mother--and you can tell her that I said that too.” Your coworker fiddled with his white collar, pulling it from his neck. You knew how much he hated those and would have much rather preferred the silky low-cut ones which had become his trademark.

“If only it were that easy.”

“How’s Princess Bomi doing?”

“My cat or the story?”

“I was talking about the story, but sure, tell me about your cat too.”

Hyunjin was a sarcastic little shit, but that was why you loved him. Seungmin tended to be the same sometimes--you surmised that perhaps you made the same type of people gravitate towards you.

“It’s been pretty well received actually, and I think I’m just about done with the first book, there’s probably only a few chapters left. I just passed 8,000 reads.”

“Wow, that’s actually...really impressive. I mean it.”

When he wasn’t being a sarcastic little shit, Hyunjin was actually a genuine friend. He had been supportive of your writing ever since he forced the information out of you a few months ago after seeing a your chaotic notes mixed in with your manuscript ones. Of course, he had laughed at the prospect of you naming your main character after your cat, but he understood otherwise.

“You’ve been getting good feedback?”

“Mmhm! They really like Bomi as a character, that, and it seems like Blaze has some fans too...”

Upon saying the same, the boy from the flower shop sneakily crept back into your head along with that stupidly Blaze-like smile of his--or at least, the smile that you had always pictured Blaze to have.

Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Earth to Y/n? Where did you go?”

“Huh? Oh sorry, I think I just got...lost in thought.”

“I said I think that you should really consider brining it to the company. What if they want to publish it? I think that it’s worth a shot. You said yourself that its successful online. What makes you think that people wouldn’t be interested in the print version?”

“I--Hyunjin, Princess Bomi is kind of a personal thing...”

“--Why do I even bother!” In his mock disgust, Hyunjin crossed his flabbergast arms against his chest. “I’m only trying to give you a helpful suggestion.”

Above the two of you, the florescent white lights bore down on you with a harsh luminescence.

“But--” You shyly picked at the hem of your blouse, “I could use your help with something else.”

“What?”

“What do you suggest that I wear...to meet someone’s mom?”

Hyunjin practically leapt out of his chair and three feet into the air.

“YOU’RE MEETING SOMEONE’S MOTHER?! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!”

“Get your ass back down in your seat.” You whipped your head around to see your coworkers concerned glances. “Yes, I am.”

“Thank God that you asked me. This is a serious matter.”

“I can’t exactly ask Seungmin...so...”

“Don’t you worry! I know exactly what you can do. So,” His voice turned sing-songy, “~What’s he like~ And how come you didn’t tell me about this sooner??”

“-Because I knew that you would have this exact same reaction.”

“I promise I’ll calm down, okay, go:”

“Well, he’s my neighbor, and I’ve only met him a few weeks ago, and he’s got cats, and he’s really sweet and not to mention hot as well but in like kind of a... cozy, librarian kind of way? Anyway, he wears cardigans--and you know that I’m a sucker for a good cardigan--and I’m convinced that the universe is trying to get me to destroy him but, that’s beside the point--”

“Slow down slow down! Literally all of the words you said just now don’t make sense together.”

You wheeled your chair closer to the man across from you, “And then he asked me to meet his cats and his mom or maybe just his cats or his mom, he was kinda unclear about that now that I think about it...”

“So he’s hot and has cats, hmm, sounds right up your alley.”

“I-I guess.”

“Are you sure he’s not, you know, trying to be neighborly?”

You punched Hyunjin’s arm so hard you jiggled your glasses on your face. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

“Sorry I brought it up! Ok, ok, I think I know what you should do. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you bag this sexy librarian man?”

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“I sure as hell hope that you’re not trying to be neighborly.”

You smoothed down your freshly ironed blouse: a floral pattern with birds, something “light and springy” just as Hyunjin had recommended. The pleats in your trousers were in shape as well. He had suggested too that you tied your hair up, something about it being professional and “dateable.”

Bomi sauntered up to you while you inspected your outfit in the full-length mirror. Her gorgeous green eyes were squinted after her day-long nap, and she yawned while she brushed up against your leg.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Bomi?” You bent down to pat her head, which she promptly shied away from. “You think that this looks good? Mother-worthy?”

Bomi blinked.

“Thanks for your input Bo.”

Another yawn.

Your nightstand held your little jewelry tree, and from it you took a dainty silver necklace that hung just above the neckline of your blouse, as well as the thin tan wristwatch that you wore once in a blue moon.

The watch face read 5 o’clock exactly.

“Shit! Shit shit shit shit!.”

Bomi scrambled out of your way as you flew around the room trying to find a matching pair of socks. You stopped one more in front of the mirror. Your mother’s words always did find a way of seeping back into your skin like poison. Even if you had looked “nice” a nagging voice deep down echoed: “you’ve only ever been less than auspicious. Why don’t you ever change that?”

“Screw your mother.” Hyunjin had said.

If it only was that easy.

Your footsteps clomped down the stairs, and you threw on the same pair of kitten heels.

“Shit. The gift.” You slapped your forehead, cursing your horrid memory.

“And don’t forget to bring his mother something. A gift. Something small but thoughtful. Something that she can use. Mothers eat shit up like that.”

You frantically searched your entire home for something that resembled a gift. After a few moments of searching, you had resolved to go without it--you’d explain that it was in the mail, or misplaced, or anything but the fact that you didn’t have one. You grabbed your humorous amount of keychains on your keys, eyes catching that little box of complimentary chocolates from the bridal shower.

“Good enough.”

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One more time, you checked your reflection in the glass door leading to Minho’s mother’s townhouse.

“This is fine, you can do this. Don’t screw this up, you’re fine, you’re fine.”

Minho opened the door, looking as confusingly adorable and downright gorgeous as you had grown to know him as. This time, he had ditched the cardigan for a sky blue sweater that still pooled at his palms. Seeing how casually he had dressed, you instantly felt overdressed, and made a mental reminder to cuss out Hyunjin when you got the chance later.

“Come in,” He gently ushered you to the spot where you switched on shoes for slippers.

“You-um, look really nice.” Minho pushed up his glasses up his nose bridge, “Really pretty.”

“Th-thank you, um, you too.”

He snickered, “No one has called me pretty before.”

“Shit, Sorry, that was weird, sorry, I’m just kinda...nervous.”

“No, not at all, I don’t mind. I appreciate the compliment.”

You stood at the doorway, awkward silence permeating the air. Suddenly, you remembered the chocolates in your hands.

“Oh, this is for you and your mother, I thought I might as well bring something over...”

Minho took it from you, and you prayed that he wouldn’t think too much of the packaging that just looked a little too wedding-y.

“Thank you for this.” He popped the box open excitedly, “What kind are they?”

It took a couple seconds, but you watched in horror as his expression turned from thrilled to deeply confused.

“What is it?” You craned your neck over to see.

“Are they...supposed to look like that?”

Inside of the little plastic compartments, each of the chocolates had melted into blobs pathetically and swirled together making one huge, brown, melted--and then solidified again--chocolate mess.

“Oh my god.” Your throat felt as tight as a knot in your embarrassment. “They’ve...”

Minho hurriedly closed the box. “It’s okay! Don’t worry about it.” He tried the best he could to suppress his laughter. “It’s still about the same.”

“No it’s not.” You whined out the words. “Don’t let your mother can’t see them, oh shit, oh shit.”

“What happened to them?”

Your horrid memory suddenly let you remember the fact that those chocolates had stayed in the car after the bridal shower when you had gone to visit your mother’s home.

“Nothing good, just-hide them--”

“Minho? Is that Y/n? Is she here?”

“--Hide it, quick!!!”

Minho shoved the box behind a large houseplant, still hiding his laughter caught in his throat.

“Ahhh Y/n! It’s so good to meet you at last! I’ve heard so much about you!”

You greeted Minho’s mother with a bow, throwing the box of chocolates a disdainful glare. She was a gentle looking woman who appeared to be a little older than your own, or, perhaps the same age. You wouldn’t be surprised if your mother had paid enough to procure the elixir of life; sounds like something she would have done.

“I’m so happy to meet you as well. Thank you for inviting me in.”

“Minho!!” His mother nudged his arm, “You didn’t tell me how pretty she was.”

Your cheeks flushed with heat when you gave another little bow in thanks. “Your home is really lovely too.”

“Oh, it was all Minho’s idea, I’m just the one that did the cooking. I’m always happy to cook for a neighbor.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ve got a couple more things to prepare, Minho, you go show her the cats, I’m sure that she’d like that--I hear that you have a cat too?”

You nodded. “Are you sure that you don’t need any help?”

“No no, you both go on, I’ll handle this.”

By each passing moment, this all started to feel a bit more like a playdate than an official meeting of one’s mother. Here you were, a grown woman, and you had gone over to someone’s house to play with their cats. Maybe you weren’t as much of a grown woman as you thought you were.

“Over here.” Minho guided you to the living room: it was a modest one with furniture that looked to be very old, with beautiful traditional pictures of landscapes with assorted baby photos hanging on the walls. Everywhere, there was little pieces of evidence of the residence of cats: cat toys, scratching pads, a couple cat carriers and the cat tree nearest the window. At the top tier of the structure, there was a white and orange cat lazing with a foot slung over the side.

“Doongie?” You carefully approached the furball to pet it’s tiny paw.

“That one is Soonie, I have two cats that look a bit similar. Doongie is probably somewhere strange. You never know cats. Mine really like hopping on top of the china cabinet; it scares my mother half to death”

“I can imagine.”

Soonie remained unbothered, little cat body peacefully sleeping.

“Over here is Dori, the youngest one.”

Dori was a bit striped, with a grey body and a white belly. The smaller cat was rolled up into a perfect cinnamon roll on the loveseat. The cat stirred hearing it’s name, and keened into Minho’s touch when he scratched its head. You copied the touch, and Dori granted you the same permission.

“You cats are so sweet...wanna trade?”

“I...think that I’m good with the cat’s I’ve got. But that is a tempting offer.”

Making a rather loud appearance was Doongie, who ambled into the room with a series of loud yowls and meows, looking up to both you and Minho with striking yellow eyes.

“Doongie!” You crouched down to give the cat scratches under it’s chin, making it purr slightly. “Did you miss me? I hope that you’ve been staying out of trouble.”

Minho’s gentle brown eyes observed your interactions with his cats, simply letting you play around with them as you wished. Every once and a while, you could catch his eyes following you with a contented little grin on his face.

There was something so domestic and comforting about the whole scene. Inside the townhouse that felt well loved and with the smell of a homecooked meal in the air, there was something so peaceful about it all that was a little foreign to you.

“Minho! Please come help me with the bowls!”

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Crickets chirped along the pathway and into the spring’s chilly nighttime air. Minho had offered to walk you home, even though you were just two houses down. Because of this, it seemed as if the two of you were walking in slow motion, taking one step after the other as slowly and carefully as you could. Absentmindedly, you both wanted just a little more time.

After spending the night being on your best behavior, you felt as if you could finally breathe. Granted, you had grandly spilled soup all over Minho’s mother, but this seemed to diffuse quickly once she had laughed raucously at the event. She was a sweet woman, with a kind soul, much like Minho. Her lightly wrinkled face shone like the sun and made you feel loved even without knowing her much.

In many ways, you wondered what it would be like having a mother as such. It was likely however, maybe you just weren’t supposed to know.

Minho cast his gaze up to the sprinkling of stars spread out over the vast sky: most of them invisible due to the closeness to the city.

“You know, I’m starting to really like living out here, in the suburbs I mean. Everything in the city was so fast and chaotic, it’s nice to sit back and let things be still for a while.”

“You don’t miss it?”

“Not as much as I did. The city...holds a lot of memories for me; some of them I’d rather forget. Being out here feels like a new start.”

The two of you stopped near the light coming from your porch. In the soft glow of yellow, coupled with the gentle navy blue tint of the night, Minho looked ethereal--perhaps even a little fairy-like.

You cursed out your writer brain for thinking of your little made up world at a time like this when you had this boy, real, in front of you.

“I had a nice time with you tonight.” Minho shoved his hands into his pants pockets with a cute little smirk. “I think my cats are a fan of you as well, so, that puts a good word in for you in my book.”

“Me too. Thank-thank you for inviting me.”

“Next time, we should do something different, I heard actually that there’s a meteor shower in a couple weeks.”

“Wait, next time?”

“Or, we could do something sooner if you’d like.”

“You want to do something else? With me?”

“Yes you, who else would I be talking about?” Minho capped his sentence with a little snicker.

“S-sorry, I just...don’t understand...why would you... I mean, I don’t do too much besides kinda hide in my house with my cat...there isn’t really a lot of things interesting about--”

Minho squatted down, sweeping something off of the sidewalk. It wasn’t until he had put it in your hair that you had realized he had taken one of the cherry blossoms from your tree to tuck it behind your ear. His head titled slightly as he admired the decoration, fingers lingering by the side of your cheek for a moment.

“I disagree.” He hushed, barely saying the words louder than a whisper. “Even though you you tent to get yourself into...situations--not that I mind anyway, you are special. Hell, and I haven’t even known you that long. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

Had it been socially acceptable, you would’ve kissed him right then and there.

If only it were that easy.

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Chapter 25

There Blaze was, standing, simple, cuts on his face and that little scar on his eyebrow twitching. The campfire illuminated his eyes with the flames, creating that brazen fire that he had gotten his name from.

Bomi knew him well. In fact, she thought she had known him better than most--a fact which she selfishly kept to herself. Blaze was everything she had known for the past year or so, and the time had interwoven their paths in ways that she had never expected. Before her was a person who knew her too, perhaps better than she knew herself.

Blaze’s callused hand rose to cup her cheek, thumb rubbing over her own battle scars.

“If you’ll not have me, please know Princess, you are the strongest warrior, bravest leader, and wisest friend that I have had the pleasure of knowing. I’ll stay by your side until I breathe my last breath.”

With a shaking hand, Bomi took Blaze’s hand resting on her cheek. She memorized the way that his skin felt on hers, making a million silent wishes that she knew would never come true.

“You and I, we both know that fate would have other plans for us...I’m sorry.”

Bomi turned from the warmth of the campfire, and the way that his eyes held hers.

She wished a million wishes, and he was nearly every one one of them.

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With Time: Littlebug & Turtle Tot

Author’s Note: I know, I know, I know. I said 'soon'. I meant for it to be soon! I really did! It just... didn't happen. Couldn't get myself to write. But now it's done! I haven't proofread it, but I'm pleased with how it turned out!

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Summary: Ladybug and Tortue Verte are the first on scene of a new akuma. Things don't go as planned.

“I can’t! I can’t!”

Allan and Marinette turn at the sound. A teenage girl with a laptop and several school supplies laid before her is clutching at her hair desperately. She’s barely audible, especially in the little corner she’s tucked herself away in, but her distress is clear. Tears seem to be forming in her eyes, and she’s shaking.

“It’s too much! I’m not ready! This- this is-! I’m only 16! I don’t know anything!”

The pair frown, not quite sure what’s going on, but clearly in agreement about wanting to help. Just as they stand, they spot the dark butterfly land on her pencil.

As the girl tenses, purple butterfly shape over her face, Allan grabs Marinette’s wrist to drag her out of sight with him.

“Wayzz, Shell On!”

“Tikki, Spots On!”

The green and pink lights fade leaving Tortue Verte and Ladybug standing next to each other.

“We should probably call the oth-” Ladybug is cut off by a flash of light and sparkles. Tortue hears her yo-yo hit the ground and glances toward his teammate.

Now standing less than a meter in height, she seems to have been de-aged to around three to five years old. Her costume has changed as well. She has pigtails again, though longer than they ever were, tied in two red ribbon bows.

She has a headband on, with two little antennas sticking out of it. Her suit is entirely black now, looking like some sort of soft onesie, though around her shoulders is a red cloak with large black ladybug spots on it. If her hands are at her sides, the cloak would likely fall to her knees. Her mask is replaced with a ladybug face paint design.

As it is, her hands are raised slightly as she looks over herself, inspecting the change. She seems calm, and eventually turns to him, slightly confused, and reaching upwards.

“Up!” Even her voice has changed, and he worries that she’s been de-aged both physically and mentally, because if she hadn’t she’d probably be coming up with a plan rather than just requesting to be held.

While he’s thinking, she takes his silence as a refusal, and a heartbroken look crosses her face.

Not wanting to risk a crying Ladybug (Littlebug?), he swiftly picks her up, making her giggle.

Yep. Definitely a child.

“Alright, let’s go,” he can’t see the akuma and assumes that it’s moved on to other places. It isn’t until he hurries around a corner and feels his shell knocked off his back that he realizes how wrong he was.

The akuma giggles triumphantly, and the turtle hero is soon in the same state as the girl he’d been carrying. They stand next to each other, the same height. Tortue similarly has a onesie, though the theme is slightly different from his usual costume.

A dark green, edging on black, is the main color, with streaks of yellow and red scattered across it. The chest is entirely red, and looks like it’s a slightly thicker material than the rest, a padding of sorts. A rounded cape hangs from his back, the outer part looking dark-gray-green with thin streaks of red. The inner portion is clearly more red, though it isn’t as visible. The onesie ends at the ankle, where socks can be partially seen from the tops of the green light up tennis shoes on his feet.

As a mask, he also has face paint, the same color as the main portion of the outfit, with similarly colored streaks coming from the eyes to the edge.

Turtle Tot looks around to see Littlebug fiddling with his shell, which is still adult sized. She’s attempting to drag it away, presumably to safety so they can use it as a shield.

He also notices how the akuma is reaching for her ears. Acting quickly, he grabs her hand and runs outside.

It’s dark. He and Marinette had been up early and had been planning on going back home before the attack happened.

Everyone else is asleep. As would be expected, seeing as it’s not even six. Of course the one night he and Marinette leave so early-

Littlebug squeezes his hand, “It’s okay. We’re heroes!”

Oh my Kwami! She’s right!

He’s a superhero! This is so cool!

“Come on, we’ll get home, an’ then…” she stops, looking around as she pauses in her once confident strides, “Where are we?”

“Uhhh... “ He looks around. The street signs are really tall, and he can’t read them anyways. Turtle Tot shrugs at her helplessly.

She hums, thinking for a moment. She spots something out of the corner of her eye. A small dandelion peeking out of the sidewalk. Littlebug gasps delightedly, and hurries over to it.

“Look! A flower!” she picks it up and puts it behind his ear, where it peeks out from his hood, “We should go this way!!”

He nods excitedly, flowers are very sound reasoning.

Eventually they stop running, out of breath, but somehow still in good spirits.

“What… wha’ now?” Littlebug huffs out.

He looks around, and recognizes a building nearby. He’s not really sure what its name is, but it’s really, really tall, and they’ve defeated akumas there before. It makes sense that if they can defeat akumas there once, they can do it again… right? Turtle Tot turns to Littlebug, explaining his solid reasoning. She nods, agreeing immediately.

They find a way inside and hurry up to the silver doors of the elevator.

They can’t reach. He frowns, clearly upset at his plan being stopped.

“Tot, look! Stairs!” Littlebug tugs on his sleeve and points energetically to a nearby stairwell. The pair race over, and hurry to head up.

Littlebug begins to pass him, and gives a sly grin, “I’m gonna’ beat ya’!”

“Nuh-uh!”

The two children break out into the fastest speed their small legs can handle, turning the corners of the landings as fast as they can.

If there’s anything they won’t do, it’s lose a race.

They’re starting to slow down significantly when they finally reach the end. Huffing from the exhaustion of the race, they tumble out to the roof, sprawling onto the ground.

“I think....” Littlebug pauses to catch her breathe again, “I think that… we tied…”

“Yeah,” Turtle Tot inhales as much air as his little lungs can fit, which eventually turns into a yawn, “Tha’ sounds… right.”

The small heroes begin yawning more and more, eventually making their way to a corner to lean against each other.

“At leas’ we beat the akuma,.”

“What?”

“In th’ race,” Littlbug yawns, “...’got here first.”

“Oh, yeah…”

Her head droops slightly, eventually settling on his shoulder. He faithfully decides he’ll stay up to keep watch, because that’s how being a hero works.

He’s asleep within five minutes.

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Allegra wakes up third. They’d all stayed over at Adrien and Marinette’s place after a movie marathon, because none of them felt like heading home.

Felix is drinking coffee at the table, reading the newspaper, though she can’t see Allan, Mari, or Adrien.

She heads to the kitchen, “Where is everyone?”

Felix shrugs, “Allan and Marinette were absent when I awoke, and Adrien went out to run an errand. He should be back-”

The door opens, and Adrien enters.

“-soon.”

“Hey,” Allegra greets the man, he nods at her, smiling slightly before frowning.

“Do either of you know where Allan and Mari are? I can’t reach either of them, and I don’t know where they are,” he asks as he sets a small bag down on the counter. Allegra recognizes the Kwamis’ usual treats.

They both shake their heads.

Claude pops up, “Do you think there’s an attack?”

Felix nods at this, “It could make sense. Perhaps it is one of the ones that is more subtle. Some do not get an alert after all.”

“Then why aren’t they getting us for back-up?” Allegra points out.

“Maybe they can’t get away?”

“Or it isn’t that bad?”

“Claws Out.” A disgruntled yelp of protest is all the Cat Kwami can manage as he’s sucked into the ring.

“Is Marinette alright?” Felix inquires.

“Probably,” Chat sighs, opening his baton to call his friends, “She’s not like, playing dead, or hibernating or anything, but I don’t like this. Something feels off.”

The weapon rings.

And rings.

No answer.

He calls Torte Verte this time.

It rings.

And rings.

No one answers.

They’re all tense now, because if neither is answering either phone, then something must be wrong.

Chat heads to the balcony, “I’m heading out!”

Claude and Allegra follow after him, speaking in unison, “I’ll come too!”

Felix throws two granola bars at the pair, “Eat first.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Claude groans.

“That would be Allan, actually,” Felix corrects.

Claude grins, complying. Allegra does the same, then takes care of both of the wrappers.

“We’ll keep you updated, Fe’!” She calls as they swing out the window, following the tracker for their friend’s weapons.

When they show up and find both Ladybug’s yo-yo and Tortue’s shield abandoned on the ground inside a building they tense further.

Something is definitely wrong.

Chat’s tail is flicking around, and it’s clear he’s on edge.

Before any of the trio can speak, their weapons ding simultaneously with the same message.

Distress signal trail located: Kwami: Wayzz

Continue to the next signal.

Skip to most recent signal.

Ignore.

“Distress signal?”

“Wayzz?”

They all choose the obvious option, and their weapons provide them with an address where Wayzz’s ‘last distress signal’ came from.

“That’s pretty far from here, especially since they must have walked,” Honey Bee points out in concern.

“Not to mention Wayzz is sending the distress signal, not Al’,” Kit agrees.

Chat frowns. “I didn’t even know those were a thing.”

Despite their confusion, the three head out across the rooftops. Honey mutters something about bad parenting when she sees a couple of children outside of a building. Their parents must have told them to wait outside, how hard is it to just take them in too?

She lands on the roof shortly after Kit and Chat, looking around. There’s no clear sign of their teammates.

“Ladybug? Tortue?”

“Either of you guys here?”

There’s no response, but they continue to call softly, not sure if there’s a threat nearby they should be wary of.

Honey spots them first, “Oh. My. Kwami.”

“What? What is it?” Chat turns to her as soon as the words leave her mouth.

“They’re so cute!” she squeals, taking a picture with her top, directing the men’s attention to the corner.

There, resting against each other, are their missing teammates. The notable issue is that they look like they can’t be more than five.

The pair is sound asleep, and Kit soon joins in taking pictures. Chat may or may not do the same.

Eventually, Ladybug begins to stir, which causes Tortue Verte to move too. They both sit up around the same time, wiping at their tired eyes with the heel of their hands.

Ladybug is the first to notice the other three heroes. She stares at them in surprise for a little bit, her tiny mouth open in shock, as she nudges her friend.

“Tot! Look!” she no-so-quietly-whispers, “They here too!!!”

The turtle boy looks up, then similarly ‘whispers’ back, “wha’ ‘bout Felix?”

Ladybug turns to him and puts a hand in front of her face as if she’s telling him a big secret, “‘member? We don’ have the peacock yet.”

He nods solemnly.

Kit is recording the whole thing, so Honey puts her top away to greet them, “Hi guys!”

They break out into grins, waving excitedly and shouting greetings at all three of them. Making their way to their feet and approaching their friends.

Ladybug notices Chat’s silence and gives a child’s version of a smirk, “What’s da matter kitten- get-” she frowns, mumbling to herself until the boy in green whispers in her ear, and she continues, “Cat got your tongue!” She declares triumphantly.

Chat Noir shakes himself out of his silence, “No, I’m just sur-purr-ised, that’s all.”

The girl frowns, crossing her arms, “That was dumb.”

Tortue shakes his head, “Littlebug! That’s mean!” “‘Littlebug’?!” Kit squeals.

“Yeah! I’m Turtle Tot, and she’s Littlebug!” Tor- Turtle Tot informs, jumping excitedly. His shoes light up.

The adults get another notification on their weapons.

Distress signal: Kwami: Wayzz

Already at location.

Lady- Littlebug nods in agreement to Tot’s statement, before yawning, rubbing at her eyes once more.

Tot does the same. Both children are not nearly as good at hiding their exhaustion as they seem to think.

“Oh, are you guys tired?” Honey approaches them, speaking softly.

They nod.

“Beat the ‘kuma,” Tot mumbles.

“You did?!” The adults can’t keep the surprise from their voices.

“Yeah, got t’ the top first,” Littlebug adds, “We left Ms. Kuma after we got small, then we walked, then Tot found here, and he ‘membered that we won here b’fore, so we wen’ to the top ‘cause then we could win ‘gan, and we got here b’fore the akuma so we beat her here.”

Tot nods, as the others try to follow this reasoning. The children don’t bother to try and give them time. Tot flops towards Honey who is closest, and Littlebug makes her way to Chat, leaning against his leg sleepily. Kit continues to record the whole thing.

Chat smiles softly, bending down to scoop her up. She nuzzles against him, and he marvels at how light she feels. Honey does the same, and soon both of the mini-heroes are dozing against their friends’ shoulders, hugging them tightly.

After a moment, Kit Mime stops recording, “That was absolutely precious.”

“Right?!” Honey whispers.

“We should head back to Felix. He’ll be worried,” Chat suggests. The others nod, and they carefully make their way back, doing their best to keep from waking the sleeping boy and girl.

They land on the balcony, and Felix turns to them immediately. He opens his mouth to ask about how it went when he spots the children. He shuts his mouth again, then says, “Well, I suppose that explains it.”

Kit rushes inside first, bouncing excitedly, “They were so cute, Felix! I already sent the video to myself - Let’s Rest - and I’ve got to show you, it is the most precious thing I ever witnessed…” Claude continues their rambling, pulling out their phone and handing it to Felix to show him the video.

Honey Bee and Chat Noir also enter the apartment, shutting the door behind them. Both of them attempt to put their respective passenger onto the couch, but the kids have a stronger grip than what would be expected, even in their sleep.

Chat shrugs, flopping onto the couch and propping himself up on a pillow, so that he can comfortably allow Babynette to rest on his chest.

“Claws In.” Plagg flies out of the ring, snickering at the children before curling up to rest on Adrien’s head.

Honey looks between the boy in her arms and the man on the couch and grins.

Somehow, she manages to get the boy to let go so that he can be transferred to join Littlebug on the couch. Adrien is now a mattress for both tiny heroes, who seem to have no trouble with this arrangement.

“Buzz Off,” Allegra is quick to get her phone out and take a picture, “Oh we’re going to have so many pictures by the end of this.”

Pollen and Trixx float nearby, clearly enjoying this.

“Most certainly,” Felix agrees, having finished the video.

Claude spots the group on the couch, grinning and snapping a picture as Adrien waves softly.

“Oh boy, Sugarcube is going to be over the moon,” Plagg remarks.

The other Kwamis nod, and Pollen elaborates, “As the Kwami of Creation, she is especially fond of young creatures.”

“I’m especially fond of these young creatures!” Claude exclaims.

“Guys?” Adrien addresses the Kwamis, “How did we not know that distress signals were a thing?”

“Ooh! Ooh! I’ll answer this!” Trixx yelps, excited to contribute, “Given that Marinette and Allan’s forms changed when they were hit, Tikki and Wayzz had to edit their transformations. The akuma would have probably changed their civilian outfits, but changing the looks of the transformations is beyond her abilities. When a human transforms, some extra features are usually added based on personality, but how or if they function is up to the Kwami. For example, being a Black Cat does not mean you are going to have a bell - that comes from you. Plagg chose to make it able to ring. So Allan contributed his shoes, and Wayzz gave them the ability to light up, as well as send alerts to your devices when you went to a location it had been set off at. Likely for this very purpose, given that you may have had trouble finding them otherwise.”

“Thank goodness for Wayzz,” Allegra says.

“Transformations can also make up for any limitations of a user - for lack of a better word,” Pollen adds, “Perhaps ‘weak spots’ would be more accurate. In this case, the ‘limitation’ or ‘weak spot’ is clearly that they do not have the ability to find their own way around, and as such, needed someone to be able to find them. That’s why the shoes lighting up went beyond something as simple as just lighting up.”

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“Kitty, nooooo,” Marinette whines, “Don’ gooooo.”

The ‘kids’ had been awake for an hour now, having detransformed shortly afterwards.

Allan’s outfit had prompted ‘aww’s from all of them. The boy, who clearly had become just as shy as he was as a child, was in a fairly standard outfit. The defining feature was a green dinosaur hoodie he was wearing. The hood had a few spikes on the back, and there were big dot eyes on either side. Little spike-shaped teeth hung from the top.

Marinette’s outfit, on the other hand, looked like something out of Pinkalicious. She was in a pink play dress, with feathery boa wrapped around her neck - the pink turning more of a hot pink towards the ends of the feathers. Her shoes had small heels, and were completely covered by sparkly pink glitter. An equally sparkly bow sat at the front, and the little pink strap had a gold buckle. An impressively large sun hat sat atop her head, also pink. On her face sat large, sparkly, pink sunglasses with heart shaped rhinestones above the eyes.

Claude took one look and collapsed to the floor, laughing hysterically.

Now, however, the still adult heroes needed to go out to look for the akuma, which had stayed oddly quiet so far.

“Sorry, Baby Bug, but don’t you think we have to do our job?” Adrien is crouched in front of her.

“Nuh-uh!” Marinette pouts, stomping her bedazzled foot. “No job!”

“I’m with the kid,” Plagg drawls, lounging on top of her hat. “Less work, more naps.”

Adrien sighs, not sure how to reason with her.

Felix comes over, gently putting a hand on her shoulder. “Marinette, don’t you want Hawkmoth to be sad?”

“I want to punch him!” she declares. Claude snorts.

Felix determinedly does his best to not smile at that. “Well, in order for that to happen, they have to find the akuma, don’t they?”

Marinette sighs. “Yeah. I guess.”

Allan, upon noticing how sad she looks, walks over to her and quietly holds out Lucas, his dinosaur plush (Claude had excitedly rushed off to grab the plush when Turtle Tot was still asleep).

Marinette pats the dino, still looking dejected. “Hi Lucas.”

Allan holds him out more. “Hug.”

The girl hugs the dino, and Allan wanders towards Allegra, wringing his hands and looking at the floor. “Ally?”

She smiles at him. “Yeah?”

“Can… can I have a star?”

She pauses, trying to figure out what he means. When she remembers, she tries not to let her slight panic show. She got rid of those sparkly hair clips ages ago.

Allan is still looking at the floor, so he doesn’t notice Claude poke her. When she turns to look at them, they’re holding two of those hair clips, a victorious grin on their face.

Allegra stares at him, mouth fallen open slightly because what the- Claude?!

His grin only grows, and she takes them suspiciously. Allegra takes a blue one and gently pushes Allan��s hood back a little to slip it in his hair.

He straightens, touching it gently, then beams, hugging her tightly. She smiles, returning the hug.

Allan goes over to Claude, chattering excitedly about having a star.

Allegra goes over to Marinette, holding out a purple star. She gasps, then takes it, clipping it to the brim of her hat.

“We have to go now, alright?” Allegra looks between the two ‘children’.

They nod sadly, but after several hugs, the three (still adult) heroes transform and head off.

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“Careful!” Allan tells Sabrina. “Hot!”

She nods as she puts the cupcake tray into the oven. “Thank you. I’ll be careful.”

He nods. “Good.”

Marinette is bouncing on her stool. “How much longer!!!”

“You’re a baker, Mininette,” Chloe reminds her. “You know this takes time.”

She pouts.

“Marinette, while the cupcakes are in the oven, we can get started on the cookies.

Allan tilts his head. “Cookies?”

Marinette nods, hopping off her stool, ignoring how Chloe hisses at her to ‘be careful’. “Yeah! We’re gonna’ make turtle cookies! For you!!”

Allan gasps, then smiles wide. “Thanks!!!”

Sabrina snaps some sneaky pictures, while Chloe just shakes her head. “They are so pure. If you hadn’t called us over, I would have rioted.”

“I could not have handled being in charge of children without back-up,” Felix admits.

The two Kwamis are enjoying the state of their holders. Tikki has been flitting around excitedly, while Wayzz watches calmly from his perch on Allan’s head.

The door to the balcony opens.

“So,” Chat Noir says, “Tiny Kagami is adorable and calm, but still 100% capable of wielding a blade.”

“Kitty!!” Marinette races toward him, and he sweeps her up in a hug.

“Also, Aurore is just as obsessed about weather as a small child,” Kit Mime informs.

Adrien has taken Chat Noir’s place. “We didn’t manage to get the akuma yet, but we decided to take a break.”

“We couldn’t miss more Mininette and smol Allan!” Claude chirps.

Honey Bee detransforms, making her way to the kitchen. “So what are you guys up to?”

Chloe kisses her cheek. “We’re baking.”

“I brought over Pinkalicious, and Marinette wanted to make the cupcakes,” Sabrina explains. “If you give a moose a muffin…”

Adrien laughs, booping Marinette’s nose. “She’ll want to one up that muffin recipe.”

“That’s not how it goes!” Marinette cries. “The moose wants jam!”

“Yeah!” Allan agrees. “So you gotta’ get the blackberry jam!!”

“Right. My bad.”

“No!!” Both children shout. “You’re not bad!!”

Allan hugs his leg, and Marinette pats his head a bunch. “You’re a good kitty-cat!”

Claude definitely isn’t recording the interaction Trixx is. “Okay, so what do you need help with?”

“We’re makin’ turtles!!” Marinette declares.

“The cupcakes are in the oven. We are making turtle cookies now,” Felix elaborates, “It was Marinette’s idea. For Allan.”

“Aww,” Allegra coos.

“Mari is really nice!!” Allan shouts. The girl blushes, covering her face.

“Yes she is,” Claude agrees. She squeaks, hiding her face in Adrien’s shoulder.

Allegra rescues her, taking her from Adrien. “So, Miss Baker, how do we make these cookies?”

She brightens, motioning towards the counter. “Recipe!”

Sabrina grabs the recipe that they’d been planning on using. “Here.”

“Well let’s get started then!” Claude shouts.

---

After they’d finished decorating both the cookies and cupcakes, they’d turned on some Disney movies for the ‘children’.

Everyone was enjoying the calm of the day. The akuma seemed to have disappeared, and there was no reason to be worried about it at the moment.

Adrien is sitting on the couch, his arm around Marinette. The little girl is curled into his side, eyes seeming heavy. Every time they slip closed she’d force them open again, determined to stay awake.

Allan had no such qualms, dozing where he sits on Felix’s lap.

Allegra is sitting on the other side of the couch from Adrien, Chloe stretched across her lap as she scrolls through her social media. Occasionally she’ll look at the screen when prompted by her fiancé.

Sabrina and Claude are sitting on the floor, a bowl of popcorn between them as they make quiet commentary.

Later, there would be a reliable sighting of the akuma. Later, they’d have to rush out to get it, returning triumphantly with the new knowledge that butterflies can be venomed.

Later, there would be a quick transformation, and a tiny voice casting a much bigger cure.

But now, in this moment, they enjoy their peace.

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Author’s Note: See! It's fluff! Claude is fine!

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I was going to say this at the end of the last thing I posted, but since there was a good chance some people might have made the decision to skip reading that, I'm putting it here. I just want to thank you all for your patience. I haven't been writing as much, and I want to. Sometimes I just can't get myself to write, and I'm being patient with myself because, well, the world is a bit of a mess at the moment. That's why I do want to write, because we can all use a reprieve. I also haven't been responding as quickly to comments, and for that I'm sorry. I don't want that to discourage you from commenting! I've been quarantined with my family, and as both an introvert and someone with social anxiety, sometimes I've just had my fill of people. The thought of trying to talk to other people gets stresses me out, and I wouldn't be able to respond to comments in any sort of meaningful way. I assure you though, when I do find it in me to respond, you guys make my day. It makes me so happy to see that people liked my work enough to comment, and I guarantee that I will be getting around to responding to everyone eventually.

I'd also like to thank you guys for your patience. I haven't seen a single comment asking why I haven't been posting much, or anyone being upset that I'm not as active as I used to be. You guys are so sweet, and you make things so much better! I love you all so much!

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vgckwb · 3 years

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ML: Are They Worthy? Chapter 81: Of Monsters and Men!/Superbug (The Battle for Paris, Part 1)

A cloud of darkness had descended upon Paris. At the center of it was a being who was entirely purple, masculine, had wings, antennae, grizzly sharp teeth, and void pupil-less eyes. Their fingers were clawed. He looked around. He noticed that he was being filmed.

“Heh heh” he laughed. “Greetings Paris” he said to his audience. “I’ve been waiting for a long time. Watching. Doing nothing but observing without the power to do anything. But finally, I am free! And now I shall conquer.

Ah. Forgive my manners. My name is Nurushwa. I am a kwami. A kwami labeled evil by some. A label I don’t hate. I’ll be blunt with you all. I wish to take over, and once I do, I will free my captive brothers and sisters also deemed evil. This can be as painless or painful as necessary. I don’t mind either way, but my personal preference is painful.” Nurushwa laughed.

Meanwhile, all the heroes and Hawk Moth were watching this unfold on their devices. “Evil kwami?” Ladybug remarked.

She got a call and took it, while also keeping an eye on Nurushwa. It was Sting. “Ladybug! Web-Spinner and I are converging on your position! Have every hero do the same!”

“What’s going on?” Ladybug asked.

“That thing is an evil kwami!” Sting replied. “It’s apparently a powerful creature that’s been locked away for quite some time!”

“How did it get out?” Ladybug asked.

“It takes three things to unleash it!” Sting explained. “A close proximity to the area in which they are locked, an affinity to miraculous energy, and overwhelming negative emotion! Someone MUST have found them!”

“But who?” Ladybug asked.

Nurushwa was still laughing when he started gagging a little bit. Suddenly and viscerally out of his mouth pops the head and torso of Lila. She takes a few breaths. “Paris! I am sorry! I don’t deserve your kindness! I lied! About everything! Truly, I am a terrible person! But please! Stop this monster! And if you could find it in your heart! Save me as well!”

“Well that answers that” Ladybug said.

Nurushwa used one of his arms to push Lila back in. “A feisty one.” He turned his attention back to the cameras. “Enough dilly-dallying! Now my pretties, DESCEND!” The dark cloud broke up. It turns out, they were a cloud of akumas. They rapidly descended on the city, engulfing the citizenry one by one. However, instead of any unique villains, they turned into beings that looked similar to Nurushwa.

Meanwhile, Lila was inside Nurushwa, fearing for her life. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you everything you’ve wanted. Power. Friends. Control.”

“I don’t care about that anymore!” Lila said, sobbing.

“Oh, but it isn’t a choice,” Nurushwa told her. “There’s just one thing I’m asking in return.”

“What?!’ Lila hissed.

“Your humanity” Nurushwa answered.

Lila started to feel her body start to fade away. “What are you doing to me?!”

“Heh heh” Nurushwa laughed. “I’m simply turning you into one of us.” Lila was even more scared. “Ah. You have the soul of a fox kwami. Trickstern would love a new playmate.” He laughed as Lila was struggling while her body was slowly turning into a kwami like him.

Within a matter of minutes, all of the heroes had met up with Ladybug and everyone else. “What do we do?!” Honey Bee asked. “There’s a crazy, maniacal...thing, and it has Lila!”

“AND it’s taking the rest of the city” Chienne Reaction pointed out.

Hawk Moth turned to face Adrien. “Adrien! Get out of here! Go to our house! You should be safe!”

Adrien looked at Hawk Moth. He smiled and sighed. “Sorry, but I can’t.” Hawk Moth was confused. “Plagg! Claws out!” he turned into Cat Noir.

Hawk Moth was surprised. But he shook himself out of it. “We’ll talk about this later. Right now, we need to deal with Nurushwa!”

“So, you’re willing to help out old man?” Carapace asked.

Hawk Moth glared at him. “I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m no angel. But today, I’d like to be on their side. I’ll do anything I can to help.”

Ladybug looked up at Nurushwa. “Well, Sting said that they need a person. What if we try to free Lila from him?”

“It’s a good idea” Rooster Gold started.

Bleat Star came in. “But I don’t think he’d let us get close to him!”

“Even with all of us, he’s creating an army as we speak!” Hog Wild reminded her.

Ladybug thought. She looked at Chienne Reaction and Hawk Moth. “That’s it! We need to power up! Chienne Reaction! Power up Hawk Moth! Once he’s powered up, he can bestow more power unto us! Once we have that power, we could take the fight to him more easily!”

“Plus, we could save people, and have Hawk Moth give them powers as well” Cat Noir said jumping in.

“Right!” Ladybug said. “Are you up for it?”

Chienne reaction thought. “While I don’t LIKE supporting Hawk Moth, I think it’s our only option.” She breathed out. “Here goes. Kiss of Luck!” She powered up Hawk Moth.

“Thank you,” Hawk Moth said. Butterflies surrounded him. “As a reward, here you go” he powered up a butterfly and infused it with Chienne Reaction’s miraculous. She transformed so that she was a bit taller, a bit stronger, the color of her costume was a bit darker, and she had three heads. “Cerberus. Once I give everyone else a Tenshi, I want you to power them up further. Can you do that?” Cerberus nodded. “Excellent. Now then, who’s next?” He created an army of tenshi, and one by one, they fused with the miraculous.

Bunnyx gained a light blue helmet with the bunny ears still attached, light blue elbow pads and knee pads, and was now floating on a giant chromatic light blue pocket watch. “Time Hopper!”

Viperion’s arms and legs got covered in different bangles, but the original one was still distinct. He also had a headband, which lifted his hair a little bit, a belt, and a metal mask going across his mouth, all of which were similar to his bangle. “Viperidae!”

Pegasus grew longer dreads, and they were no longer tied up. His shoes were edged with a bit of metal. Additionally, he had two black spots on the palms of his hand. Aside from that, he was made a little taller, and a little stronger. “Wyld Stallyn!”

Tigress’s stripes were made bolder, and more jagged. Her hair was let down, but more frizzed. She also grew nail-like claws of different colors on each one. “Neon Tigress!”

King Monkey gained a golden light around him, as well as a cloud-like essence coming off of his gloves, footwear, and tail. “Wukong!”

Ryuko’s face was enveloped with a dragon mask which kept the horns. Ryuko’s eyes peered through the nostrils, while the eyes on the dragon head were white, but reverberated an energy to them. Additionally, all of the black on Ryuko’s costume, aside from the seal, turned to that same white color as the eyes, and was also radiating energy. “Ryukyu!”

Hog Wild’s shoulder pads grew hair-like thistles. The tusk design on her respirator grew out into actual tusks. And her hair stood on end, with a line of pink going down the middle. “War Hog!”

Rooster Gold’s feet grew three talons. His hair grew a little bit longer. His crossbow became bigger, and he was also surrounded by two rings of feathers which made him look like an atom molecule. “Thundercluck!”

Scouries grew little tufts of hair on her suit to make her look more mangy, and her natural hair followed suit. Her torso was adorned with a multiplication sign with the number 1 in the middle of it. She gained longer mask ties, and she was also given a small, floating monitor. “Miss Souriesous!”

BleatStar’s horns grew in size. The suit’s black feet and hands turned gold to reflect the color of the bell. His hair was let down, leaving it a bit messy, and he had a lightning strike design going across his face. “Abaaaddin Sane!”

Each section of Oxenfree’s costume was given a little scale which read out how hard or soft he is. At the moment, all of the needles were in the middle. “Kiloxenfree!”

Paonne Ange gained two sets of deep blue wings; one set on her upper back, and one on her lower. Her domino mask gained a vertical rectangle in the middle of it. “Paonne Archange!”

Sting’s arms grew pincers that acted as gauntlets around his fists. His tail grew bigger, and his stinger grew sharper. “Heraculeaus!”

Web Spinner’s fangs became more pronounced. Her costume grew four legs that could hold her up. She also gained an hourglass insignia on her chest and back. “Web Weaver!”

Honey Bee’s decorative wings became real, and her honey colored gloves felt like they were made of tangible honey. Also, her hair was let down, and she had two more streaks going through it, one black, one honey colored. “Honey Queen!”

Carapace gained giant, shell-shaped knee pads, elbow pads, and shoulder pads, as well as a face scarf that covered the lower half of his face. “Murtle!”

Rena Rouge’s hair was let out of its ponytail, and the little tails in her hair stood on end. The black sections on her arms and legs gained orange lines that followed the skeletal structure of those areas. “Rintails!”

The hood of Judgement Wolf’s cloak was made more wolf-like. His cloak was now fully open, and his torso was adorned with three gray claw marks. He also gained claw-like nails on all fingers, except the one the miraculous resided on. “Lupus Judgement!”

Cat Noir’s entire body came to look like a black mist, but you can still see a tangible shape. Also, his claws were more pronounced. “Ultra Noir!”

Finally, Ladybug’s outfit changed so that she was white with red spots, instead of red with black spots. “Superbug!”

Cerberus powered up the tenshied heroes even further. Paonne Archange was next, as she brought back everyone’s sentimonster from a few days ago that had one. Heraculeaus got Golden Dragon back, and Web Weaver got a similar one called Jade Dragon. Paonne Archange also gave one to Hawk Moth; a humanoid figure who looked like Gabriel, except he was all white, with the exception of a red cross going across his chest, whom Paonne Archange dubbed “Healer.” Royal Guard came in and powered everyone up even further.

“Alright,” Superbug commanded, “I will go and confront Nurushwa directly and try and figure out a way to free Lila. While that’s going on, the rest of you are going to fight these akumas, save the people, and have Hawk Moth and Paonne Archange create more heroes and sentimonsters to aid us in that. Cerberus will continue to power people up as well. Are we ready?!” Everyone nodded. “Then let’s go!” The heroes spread out from their position, while Hawk Moth stayed there to create more tenshi to spread around the citizenry.

Before they went off fully, Murtle stopped and pulled Wyld Stallyn and Time Hopper aside. “Hold on” Murtle said. He created a barrier behind Hawk Moth that stretched across the remaining city on that side. “Nurushwa does not have anyone there!” Murtle explained. “Whoever we free, send them there.”

At that moment, a large group of people started appearing. Time Hopper shrugged. “I guess I already did.” Murtle nodded, shook his head, and the three of them left off.

While this plan came together fast, Nurushwa’s power was unlike anything they had seen, and he already amassed a powerful, sizable army to fight on his behalf. However, the process of turning Lila into a kwami was taking its time since Lila was his primary power source after being locked away for many years. “Why are you doing this?!” Lila asked.

“Because I can,” Nurushwa answered for his prisoner. “I have the power to exert dominance over others. The other kwamis go on and one about peace, and unity, and helping others. It’s disgusting. Once I have freed my like-minded brothers and sisters from the prisons those other kwamis made, we can finally subjugate these pathetic humans.”

Lila remained silent. She knew she couldn’t preach of the ideals he threw aside because she herself failed to live up to them herself. She realized she felt like she was doing what he was. “What, no comeback?” Nurushwa taunted. “Of course not. You’re just like me. And soon, that will fully be realized.”

Lila silently cried. I guess there really is no hope for someone like me.

There was an explosion. “What the?” Nurushwa sensed his army was taking several blows. “Grrrr. HOLD STRONG! WE’RE GOING TO TAKE CONTROL! NO BACKING DOWN!” he yelled at his army, to which they cheered. The army continued making advances.

Superbug was bee-lining it to Nurushwa, taking out what she could of his army, with Royal Guard doing a lot of the heavy lifting. Despite the fact that there were now tens of thousands, she was more confident than ever that her team, Hawk Moth, and the army he was conjuring up would handle them.

Ultra Noir was keeping close to Superbug, but focusing on the enemies rather than where she was going. His misty features made it hard for the enemies to hit him. Ultra Noir also found that he could create Cataclysms as big or as small as he wanted. He used it to destroy parts of buildings to land on Nurushwa’s unwilling minions, as well as destroy them outright, while keeping the humans inside safe. He continued his attack.

Meanwhile, his Sentimonster, Guardian Angel, flew close by; taking out Nurushwa’s army with their light powers and feather manipulation. They also had the ability to heal those who had been recently freed from Nurushwa’s control.

Lupus Judgement was going around freeing everyone he could with his powered up Reveal Claw. He only took out his sword when he needed to defend himself. Lucky for him, this was a rare instance because Firefighter was backing him up at every turn.

As Rintails was running, she saw Nurushwa’s akumas descending. She grabbed Murtle and said “I have an idea! I’ll lure them with fake people, and you capture them in little bubbles!”

“Sounds awesome!” Murtle. Rintails nodded and began phase one of her plan. The akumas took the bait, which allowed Murtle to do phase two. To protect them from danger, Composite Ladybug and Bubbleblast worked together to fight off any attackers.

Honey Queen was flying around the city. On top of her beebots immobilizing Nurushwa’s army, she could also shoot sticky honey from her gloves to make them stick to where they were. Following behind her was Pride Monster, who would swallow the akumatized people and spit them back out free of Nurushwa’s control.

Also taking to the skies was Paone Archange. She flew around granting people Sentimonsters. She would usually coordinate this with people being Tenshied by Hawk Moth to gain even more power. She would protect herself when needed, but she also received aid from Buzzstormer and Cerberus. Cerberus would also go around powering up the Tenshis to make them even stronger.

Time Hopper and Wyld Stallyn were working together to track and find anyone free from Nurushwa and time travel/teleport them to the area behind the defencive wall, while also taking care of anyone attacking them directly. MX-01, apart from being really good at taking out Nurushwa’s soldiers, was able to locate these people and relay that information to Speedstaker, who in turn would bring those people closer to Wyld Stallyn and Time Hopper. Time Hopper would invite people onto her watch-board and travel to the safe zone; instantly traveling back to take enemies by surprise. Wyld Stallyn would create portals for himself when the situation called for it, but he would also use the spots on his hands to make portals for others. His was his main way of getting people to the wall.

Viperidae launched chronospheres from each of his straps. Each Chronosphere covered a section of the city. He and Soundwave Rider would make their way through the city, battling the monsters. Every so often, each strap, at a different time, would reset everything in the chronosphere it had influence over, on the chance that things would go wrong in said Chronosphere. The heroes inside would be made aware so they could make adjustments.

Wukong would blast out disruptive objects to the minions, causing them to lose control. Valkyrie Archer would then use their arrows to pin the monsters. Both would attack together if the situation called for it.

Kiloxenfree was fighting the creature head on. Most of the time, he remained hard all around, since that made him practically invincible. However, if the situation called for it, he would go soft in some places; most notable whenever something was thrown at him, it would fly back at whoever threw it. Loveheart also helped with the offensive front.

Miss Souriesous was also fighting Nurushwa’s monsters, when one of them snuck up on her. However, another Miss Souriesous, at full size and with a number 2 on her X, attacked them. The two Miss Souriesouses smiled and nodded at each other. Miss Sourieous 1 looked at her monitor and saw that her plan of dividing and conquering was going well, with many Miss Souriesouses of differing sizes fighting these monsters all across Paris. Courificator helped by attacking these monsters, and providing transport to some of the smaller Miss Souriesouses.

Ryukyu was storming the area and fighting the Nurushwa army head on. Whenever she would call upon one of her weather powers, not only would the seal glow to the corresponding effect, but the eyes on the dragon mask would change color to match, as well as the sections on her costume that matched. This meant that not only could she change into the effect itself, but those parts would have the powers of said effect; making them really useful in combat. Aiding her was Oniposte, and their battle prowess alongside each other was astounding.

Neon Tigress was doing her best to remain calm. This is so that whenever she shot out a Reverb, the monsters around her would calm down as well. Because she was powered up, she could shoot out many reverbs at a time. Threadmaker would then tie them all up, and the two would continue to advance.

Wherever War Hog went, she would distort her surroundings before battle. She would do this during battle too, but doing it before allowed her to make the area to her liking, and it also gave Rebel Cat better opportunities for surprise attacks.

Thundercluck worked on keeping his distance and sniping the monsters with Down Strikes, while Pagemaster summoned as many drawings as it could to aid in the attack. Whenever one of Nurushwa’s monsters got close, they would touch one of the feathers circling Thundercluck and instantly fall asleep. This was helpful, as it allowed Thundercluck time to move when necessary.

Abaaaddin Sane notices that one he began harvesting feelings, they would continue to come to him. This gave him more than enough ammo to take down Nurushwa’s army in many creative ways. Following him was Multi-Bleat, who would often assist Abaaadin Sane with his takedowns.

Heraculeaus and Web Weaver were working together. Web Weaver would corner the monsters, alongside Golden Dragon and Jade Dragon, and the Heraculeaus would use his stinger to unlock the binds of the akumas to the people. Healer was not too far behind, and he would heal the citizenry after they were free, and protect them from getting akumatized again.

Nurushwa was furious that his minions were taking severe blows. “Well well, it looks like we’ll have another thing in common” Lila chuckled. “Losing to Ladybug.”

“Grrrr” huffed Nurushwa. “It’s not over yet! I’ll just have to keep making more! Soon, they’ll be so overwhelmed and overworked that they can’t help but fall!” Lila became worried.

However, as Nurushwa was gathering the energy to do this, he was interrupted. “HALT!” screamed Superbug. Nurushwa looked at her. She was staring at him intently. “LET LILA GO AND STOP THIS SIEGE ON PARIS! OR I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!”

Lila looked up. She could see what Nurushwa was seeing. She could believe her eyes. “Ladybug?”

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roastingyaoigirl13 · 4 years

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Story Idea ADDED ON AS WELL AS EDITED

Title: The Song We Heard That Day.

Loosely Based on Mermaid Melody

Summary: After her kingdom is destroyed, Princess Marion of the Red Pearl has no other choice but to walk on land and take on the identity of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Marinette:

Princess of the Red Pearl as well as the North Atlantic Ocean (Which is the Ocean Near France). She is about 20 years old and her name in the mermaid world is Marion, however, in the human world, it translates to Marinette. In both human and mermaid forms, she has her regular hair color-black with blue hues. In her mermaid form, her hair is long and loose, having long rose red ribbons in her hair. She wears her princess red shell pendant, which holds her red magical pearl. Her eyes are a light red when in mermaid form and blue when in human form. In mermaid form, her tail is crimson like her ladybug suit, wine-colored pearl bangles are wrapped around the end of her tail. She also wears a light red seashell bra and has a red bracelet around her right upper arm. She wears orange-red conch shell earrings in her mermaid form, while in human form she wears ladybug themed earrings. In her idol form, she wears a long dark red halter neck dress with a slit on the right side. She wears a light red sash around her waist neatly tied into a large ribbon. She wears a rose gold opal ring on her left hand and a red pearl bracelet. She wears short strapless scarlet heels with frills on the top. Her long black hair is tied into two long thick pigtails by two red pearled scrunchies. Idol Marinette holds a white and blue microphone which holds her red pearl. In her Aqua Regin form, she wears a long sweetheart neckline white dress that hugs her figure just right. She holds a gold staff and wears white heels. Her hair is completely down cascading around her feet. Her eyes are blue like her human form.

Reason for coming on land:

She comes onto land due to her castle being attacked. She is accompanied by Tikki, basically her lady in waiting.

Songs:

Promise Land ( Mermaid Melody)

Missing You ( Kana Nishino)

Legend of the Mermaid ( Mermaid Melody, AmaLee version)

More will be added eventually

Traits: Since she's a mermaid, they are quite smart and know all the land languages. She speaks mermaid, however, can speak every other language.

She’s great at making things as well as designing things, She’s a fast learner which is great since there’s a lot for her to learn on Land.

She met Adrien when she was 8 years old by a lagoon ( maybe)

She met Adrien after she saves him(too cliche)

Adrian: Age 21

Panthalassa ( Meaning “All Sea” in Greek) origin

Adrian and Felix are twin boys that were born on the day of the Great Sea War. Out of desperation to keep the bloodline and power of the Panthalassa alive, the people of the Panthalassa gave their remaining strength to the twin boys, giving them the power, as long as they were united, to destroy the world and everything on it. When the Aqua Regina found out, she separated the boys and their powers. Felix held the power of Darkness and was locked away in the Panthalassa castle, while his younger brother was given the power of light and was washed up on the shore, where Emile and Gabriel raised him. Both his parents died due to Bridgette unlocking Felix, which caused a horrible storm.

Adrian has no idea about where he comes from ( He finds a letter from his parents explaining he’s adopted, shortly after their death) but suffers from, what he thinks are “nightmares”, when in actuality he is seeing things from Felix’s perspective. Adrian has the power of light and will often faint when he overexerts himself. He uses his powers often to save Marion (Marinette) from danger. His personality is a mixture of chat noir and his normal personality in the show, however, due to him feeling lied to by his parents and having lost them, he does have some destructive behavior. Adrian has a tendency to drink and party hard. He can be quiet flirtatious and cheeky, but at the same time, he can be an ass at times due to his hurting in the inside. Like his brother, Adrian feels alone in the world, however, he prefers to suffer alone about it. It would be interesting to write him this way. Adrian wears different outfits every day and is very well off due to inheriting all of his parent’s assets. Since his parents died out in the sea he has developed a hate for it, though this is only apparent when drunk. Before his parent’s death, he would often play by the beach by the summer house his parents owned, which is where he met Marion (Marinette). He heard her singing one day and since that day they played every day until his parent’s death. After his parents died and since they were extremely famous, Adrian left France to live in the summer house in order to never be found by the press. This story takes place in a distant town that is completely made up that is on a remote island by France. Adrian doesn’t talk much about his parents and is very protective of his past. He was 8 years old when he met Marion and thought he had made her up but one night when he was walking by the beach he heard her singing, that’s when they were reunited again. Before Marion / Marinette showed up again, Adrian has an on and off-again relationship with Kagami.

Felix: Age 22

Panthalassa Clan

Felix was cursed with the powers of darkness, which made him get the shorthand of the stick, in terms of fate. He was cursed to live all alone, having only the deep-sea animals around him as companions. He wears a black Victorian style dress shirt, black leather pants, as well as black pointy shoes. His hair is like PV Chat Noir trailer, wild and untamed. He talks softly only to Bridgette and is very impatient, in regards to his servants. He met Bridgette when he was just a small boy and would dream visit her. At first, he thought Bridgette was a figment of his imagination, but later figured out she was real. They were linked due to their lonely hearts and found comfort in each other. He loves Bridgette and would do anything to make her happy, which is why he is trying to capture all the mermaid princesses and his twin brother in order for them to be together. Felix’s biggest fear is to lose Bridgette. They have a very physical relationship.

Bridgette: Age 20

Once the kind and caring indigo princess, Bridgette now lives in the dark. She has a cold exterior when talking to anyone who isn’t Felix. Her hair that was once Periwinkle, has now turned completely black, while her eyes remain blue. She wears a long black strapless silk dress and covers her hair with a black cloth making it hard to see her face at times. Felix is the only one that knows she’s in the castle, keeping the sea demons in the dark of her presence. She cares deeply for Felix and very much loves him. She turned her back on her kingdom when she stole the key that locked away Felix in his castle and released him. They have a very physical relationship. She betrayed her kingdom when she found out the sad fate that Felix had to live. At a young age, she would have constant dreams about Felix, thinking they were just part of her imagination. Bridgette has always felt lonely in life due to her kingdom keeping her locked away from others. She felt suffocated in her own kingdom, finding peace with Felix. Wanting to give him the freedom he deserved and the chance to be together, Bridgette stole the Panthalassa key and freed him. Her hopes are to capture the other princesses and find Felix’s brother in order for them to rule the world together.

Alya: Age 21

In Slavonic, "Alya" means "beautiful" or "scarlet", possibly a reference to her red-brown hair. In Arabic, "Alya" means "sky," "heaven", or "loftiness".

She is the Princess of the Indian Ocean and the holder of the orange pearl. She is the only Princess to use her Ocean name on Land. Alya’s kingdom was attacked before Marinette, therefore she has been on land for a while.On land, Alya has her original hair color and length ( wavy reddish-brown Ombre hair). When she is in her mermaid form her hair is much longer and thicker and is tied into a high ponytail with an orange pearl covered scrunchies. She wears an orange-gold pearl headband crown, a treasure in the Indian Ocean Kingdom. Her hair turns into a red-orange, while her eyes turn from hazel to pale orange-yellow (Apricot). In her mermaid form, her tail is orange. Wrapped around the end of her tail are gold bangles. She wears an orange choker which is connected to a sheer orange shawl that stops midriff and parts in the middle of her chest. Like Marinette, she wears a bracelet around her upper right arm, expect its pumpkin color. She wears a vivid red-orange ( Coral) seashell bra and of course her princess orange shell pendant. In her idol form, she wears something that can only be described as a belly dancing outfit similar to Princess Jazmin. Alaya’s crown now has a sheer orange veil that covers her now loose red-orange hair. She wears a strong orange (orange peel color ) off-shoulder short sleeve crop top. The crop top is decorated with different shades of orange beads. Alya also wears a simple orange pearl belly chain.She wears sheer orange harem pants with an orange-yellow high street lace-up gladiator styled sandals that are tied onto the pants. She has an orange studded nose piercing and wears orange bangles on both her wrist. She also holds a white and blue microphone that holds her pearl as well.

When it comes to her songs for some reason I really was living for Alya having a style like Doja Cat in Say So. I don’t know why I went for that but honestly, it felt like it fir her. I would love to give her an Arabic song to sing as her mains song but I need help for that.

The songs I have her singing in the story so far:

Say So

Plastic Love Cover by Caitlin Myers

Tikki owns a club where Alya performs under the name “Rena Rouge”. She dances and sings. I picture her being very flirtatious and alluring, which is a trait all mermaids have. She’s a vixen when performing at the club. It’s at the club that she meets Nino. Alya plays hard to get, making sure to tease Nino until he begs for more.

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snowbellewells · 5 years

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A Litter More Than They Bargained For

{Oh my goodness, this event has just been a joy, and I have loved every entry I’ve gotten a chance to read so far. I’m excited to add mine to the list, and hope that you all will enjoy. Thanks so much to all the lovely ladies on the @cspupstravaganza Discord chat, particularly @shireness-says @profdanglaisstuff @snidgetsafan @kmomof4 and @darkcolinodonorgasm, for all of the amazing dog name suggestions - I put a fair few of them to use here! ;) Also, @profdanglaisstuff thank you bringing us such a fun event!!}

“A Litter More Than They Bargained For”

by: @snowbellewells

One pet she could have handled. One pet would have been perfectly manageable. A single, sweet-natured, reasonably well-behaved small pet - maybe a cat or a rabbit or even a hamster - wouldn’t have really changed anything about their lives in the seaside house or their daily routine that much. In fact, she and Killian had already been discussing a surprise for Hope in the form of a kitten from the litter her mom and dad’s barn cat had recently birthed, completely charming their pre-schooler upon her first visit to them at her grandparents’ farm.

Somehow, instead, all of Emma’s best-laid plans had been inverted and overturned, as so often seemed to happen in their chaotic magical town. When they had gone into the station that particular morning, they had found a large, mud-caked, burr-riddled dog tied to the bike rack and whining pitifully upon first sight of them. Emma was too disgruntled at the culprit for figuring out that their whole three person department were soft touches for strays as she charged foward to untie the poor beast, to even realize that the critter was already rooting into her affection. Needless to say, rather than their intended adoption, they had managed to take in a shaggy, slobbery mixed breed almost as large as a Shetland pony, with at least some Irish Wolfhound in its ancestry, according to the shelter attendant.

Gleefully mimicking that last declaration in her toddler voice, Hope had leaned over out of Killian’s arms to reach for where the huge hound lounged panting on the exam table, tongue lolling and tail thumping happily as she babbled, “Wolfie! Wolfie!” and patted along the dog’s back and shoulders as well as she could.

The thick, scruffy grey fur covering the animal’s lanky form did indeed resemble a wolf to some degree, and Killian chuckled goodnaturedly at the easy moniker their daughter had seemingly bestowed. “Well, it would seem our little love has already christened her, Swan,” he commented lightly.

Emma wasn’t fooled by the casual demeanor covering her True Love’s words. She felt her last chance of finding a more suitable home for a dog of that size outside the town limits (preferably with acres for it to run) fade as she realized that her husband, as well as her little girl, was already attached. Killian wanted this dog more than he would admit.

Reaching out to stroke the gentle giant’s head resignedly, Emma reluctantly admitted to herself that the poor stray really was a sweet dog, despite her astonishing proportions and the amount of extra responsibility she herself would no doubt be taking on. “Hear that, Wolfie?” she questioned, looking the dog in the eyes rather than either member of her family, whom she could feel nearly vibrating with excitement beside her, “I guess you’re as good as ours.”

Henry only confirmed the permanence of the decision when he got home from the high school after his editors’ meeting for the school paper. Though a dog had never been something he had particularly asked for - they had spent so many of his growing up years being flung from one realm to another, either trying to rescue some member of their family, or seeking the needed magic item to fight some new villain, that it hadn’t left a lot of time for house training puppies or taking one for leisurely evening strolls. Still, as Henry came up the walk and saw Wolfie stretched out on the porch, Hope cuddled against her side and Emma and Killian curled together on the porch swing, the way her nearly adult son’s face had lit up and he’d rushed forward in excitement had shown Emma that kids didn’t really grow out of loving dogs, no matter their age.

Ruby, or perhaps the irrepressible brunette’s inner wild animal, seemed to find their new addition, and the rather obvious name Hope had latched onto, especially entertaining. Due to Wolfie’s size, the Jones clan now ate outside at the patio tables when they stopped for breakfast on the way to drop Hope off at Ashley Hermann’s Pumpkin Seeds Daycare, and before Henry took off for class and they headed on for the station. Her mother’s best friend didn’t even try to hide the fact that she saved back either bacon, sausage, or ham especially for Emma’s pet each day, laughing when after about a week Wolfie came to her the moment she excited the diner’s front entrance, before she could even reach their table, and began nosing at her pockets for the expected bounty.

However, it was Granny herself who startled them with a matter of fact question about a month after Wolfie had joined their family. The diner’s proprietress had come out to wait on them herself that morning, a real nip in the air as November neared, and explaining that Ruby was lying in for a while after the full moon the night before. Her half-spectacles perched on the very end of her nose, eyes sparkling with every bit as much pep and mischief as her exuberant granddaughter when she neared their table, sleeves rolled up to her elbows despite the chill and a pencil tucked behind one ear.

“The usual, Captain?” Widow Lucas asked with a playful nod to Killian, “or are you and your crew feeling adventurous this morning?” While awaiting their answer, she reached into her apron for her order pad, also pulling out a juicy ham bone for Wolfie.

“Here you are, darlin’ girl,” she continued, bending to offer it to their canine companion, much to Wolfie’s approving delight as she barked a ‘thank you’ and took the treat into her drooling jowls with an almost humorous care, then immediately dropped to hold it between her massive paws and began gnawing away.

When Granny stood to face them again however, a knowing smirk was painted across her face, taking their breakfast order seemingly long forgotten. “You don’t have a clue that dog is carrying a litter of pups, do you?” she asked, shaking her head at what she seemed to think was their dense naivete.

Crossing her arms, Granny watched a variety of reactions cross the four faces before her. Henry looked awed and curious, while Hope practically bounced on Killian’s knee asking, “Puppy? Puppy! We having a puppy?” Killian’s brows rose in surprise, and Emma was already shaking her head in disgruntled exasperation. “Really?” she sputtered, narrowly eying the diner owner as if it might be some sort of elaborate joke being played at her expense.

Then, she plunked her head down to rest on her arms where they were crossed on the table, sighing as her daughter contiuned to chortle in delight and Henry and Hook laughed heartily, in spite of their manful efforts to hold back for her sake. “Why am I even surprised?” Emma muttered. “Of course, she is.”

***

From there, they learned that apparently the shelter owner did not have it out for them, but that it can be genuinely hard to tell when a dog is expecting until they are quite close to their due date. It also turned out that Granny’s lupine sixth sense had been right on the money. Within another couple weeks, they could see for themselves that Wolfie’s stomach was rounding and she was nesting in corners throughout the house, particularly favoring the warmth of the laundry room between the dryer and the wall. Seeing as how canine gestation was only eight or nine weeks from start to finish, and their mother-to-be was already showing, it was a bit of a scramble to prepare, knowing the litter of pups would soon be on its way.

As had become typical since Wolfie’s arrival, this too went well beyond what they had expected. On the night they returned from Hope’s Thanksgiving Play at the preschool to tiny yips and whimpers greeting them the second the door opened, the entire Jones family was stunned to discover eight small wriggling bodies jostling for place against Wolfie’s exhausted form where she lay curled into the mound of old blankets and towels they had created for her once her fixation on her laundry room nest become plain. Various rather wetly bedraggled and squirming balls of grey, black, white and mottled mixes of those three colors in coat greeted their eyes, prompting Killian to comment rather drily, “Well, now there are nearly enough of us to crew a pirate ship.” He chuckled, shaking his head, as he added, “Mayhap we can give them proper nautical names this time, rather than letting Hope call them the first word that pops from her mouth.”

“Paaa-pa!” their daughter protested indignantly, stomping her little foot on the linoleum tile and placing chubby fists on her hips. “I did not!” In her two braids, beaded headband, and fringed brown “Indian” dress from the play, she made more an adorable than a threatening sight as she intended, but Killian nodded to their daughter dutifully all the same. “My apologies, little lass. Of course you didn’t. I must have been mistaken.”

Emma rolled her eyes and shook her head at his mannered playfulness with Hope, though her heart warmed inside her as well, loving that their little girl had never known anything but a devoted, adoring, present father, who might have to be pulled back from spoiling Hope at times, but would never let her down or abandon her. The two of them could melt her every defense, just as Henry had always done, even if it did sometimes leave her trying to be the voice of reason, Emma didn’t truly mind.

Henry, for his part, snorted inelegantly at their nonsense, crouching to pet a nervous-looking Wolfie on the head and scritch under her chin the way she liked. “Don’t worry, girl,” he mumured soothingly. “We won’t hurt them. You’re all safe here.”

Her son then grew thoughtful for a moment, as if mulling something over, then looked up when he asked excitedly. “What if we did pick nautical names for them all? Like Jack and Jib and Scurvy?” He was grinning from ear-to-ear now, an expression Killian quickly mirrored, as his Author’s love of wordplay awakened.

“Aye, lad, those are great! And perhaps Scoundrel and Buccaneer as well?”

“Hey, hey, guys,” Emma broke in, trying to stop their now steaming train before they got any more carried away. “Let’s not get too into naming them. The families who adopt them may not be looking for pirate dogs.”

But her husband and son were already on a roll, adding Barrie in a nod to the Englishman who had created Killian’s literary counterpart and Doubloon to the list of potential puppy monikers, and not paying her words the slightest bit of attention.

***

Finding homes for their doggie brood proved more difficult than Emma had hoped. If nothing else, it had worked out that they were being weaned just in time to join a family for the perfect child’s Christmas present. And, much as she had intended for them to have a quiet little tabby kitten padding after her through the house rather than a train of panting, yipping, running and tumbling balls of shedding fluff, the pups were sweet and incredibly cute. So she couldn’t understand how every time she thought she had someone poised to take one home, it fell through at the last moment.

With a sigh, she turned away from the sidewalk where old lady Hubbard was walking away. Still cradling Cutlass and Matey to her chest, one in each arm, Emma crossed the porch to sink onto the porch swing with a dejected air. She bent to press a soft kiss into each of their soft, fuzzy foreheads, murmuring what good babies they were and that it wasn’t their fault. Intellectually, Emma knew it was rather ridiculous to be trying to comfort two puppies who were now playfully rolling and tumbling in her lap, not the least bit concerned at the interview’s outcome. They really had been particularly good as their potential new owner had arrived to meet them; sitting calmly without barking or jumping up, sweetly licking the elderly woman’s fingers affectionately when she offered them, and looking even more adorable than usual with their coats freshly bathed and brushed, so black and silky that their fur nearly shone. All their neighbor had seemed able to focus on though was that they might get under her feet and cause her to fall. When Emma had spoken to her before, the older lady had seemed so anxious for some company now that the last of her many children had left the house, but once she had arrived to see the puppies, all she kept saying was, “I’m all alone out there. If I fell, I might lie for days, unable to get up, and no one would know.”

Emma shrugged her shoulders and ruffled the pups’ fur once again, annoyed, but not sure what to make of the situation. Standing, she was about to take the two little rascals back inside when Killian arrived home for the evening.

“They’re both still here?” he asked curiously, one eyebrow arched in question.

Something niggled at the back of Emma’s mind with his question, whispering that he didn’t seem especially suprised. Shaking her head in silent answer, Emma ushered man and dogs back into the house and headed toward the kitchen, where she still had all of the dog dishes to fill.

“Ah well, Love,” Killian replied, something about his voice just a shade too nonchalant. “Perhaps it’s for the best. As energetic as these scalliwags sometimes get,” he laughed and scratched Matey’s belly when she rolled over to bare it in supplication, “they might have proven a walking hazard to one of advanced years.”

Emma was about to question him further, shocked that Killian had hit on exactly what had stopped the potential adoption, but at that moment Wolfie and the other six of her offspring burst into the kitchen and set up a chorus of barks and howls for their dinner, toenails clicking on the floor and tails thunking against the cabinets. So it wasn’t until later that night, as she was speaking to her mother on the phone, bemoaning yet one more failed attempt at finding the pups permanent homes, that the niggling puzzle piece at last slid into place.

“Well,” Snow offered hesitantly, “I’m sorry it fell through, Sweetie, but you know Mrs. Hubbard isn’t all that steady on her feet these days…”

Suddenly, it all added up: Mrs. Hubbard’s unexpected concern with puppies tripping her up around the house, how Ashley had at first thought they might take one of the puppies, only to be convinced by someone that mice would be much more fitting for class pets at Cinderella’s daycare, and how Aurora and Philip’s second child, Hope’s little friend Rory, had suddenly decided she wanted a white Persian kitten whose hair she could put a pink bow in, “like ‘Rie from ‘Ristocats” Aurora had explained in her daughter’s own words when she’d called to tell Emma.

“Oh my word!” Emma shouted, startling her husband, kids, and the pile of dogs sprawled over them in the living room where they were watching tv. “It was you all, wasn’t it? My whole family has been working against me this entire time!”

Looking sheepishly guilty, Killian and Henry both wordlessly shook their heads in denial. Her mother floundered for a defense for a few seconds and then simply fled by ending the call. But when Emma’s eyes came to rest on her daughter, Hope merely grinned widely, a shameless glint of mischief in her green eyes, and nodded her head in confirmation.

“Why?” Emma sputtered.

“Then the puppies are all ours!” her toddler chirped happily, falling back against Wolfie’s shoulder with a giggle, to which Wolfie merely huffed at the impact, then nosed Hope a bit further from the edge of the couch, as if she had one extra pup to watch out for and was making sure the child didn’t fall.

“We’ll see about that,” Emma grumbled, staring each of them down in turn. But, when she flopped down on the armchair in the corner, trying to hold onto her righteous indignation, and Scoundrel came over to check on her, pawing at her leg until she picked him up, and then nudging his grey snout flecked with white patches into her armpit as he stretched out across her chest and promptly fell asleep, Emma was smart enough to know when she had lost the fight.

They were the family with nine dogs now - an entire seaworthy crew.

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Deep As The Road is Long (Part 1, Chapter 7)

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October 2015

Halloween comes with so much fanfare that Jamie isn’t quite sure where to start. This is the first year Faith truly understands (and feels well enough) to dress up. They spend hours all month looking at costumes, floating ideas and thoughts between them. She considers a superhero of some sort but dismisses those as, collectively, not being cute. Whatever that could possibly mean. Then she thinks she could be a doctor, like Claire, but at the last minute is too shy to even imagine it. They go through every Disney princess, different occupations, and finally, at the end of it, she decides on a simple black cat.

Because of the cat ear headband, of all things. Jamie doesn’t understand what goes through a young girl’s mind and he isn’t about to begin questioning it now. They order a costume, and on Halloween he helps her dress; it’s not much more than a black leotard, a black belt with a tail on the backside, and the cat ears, but then there’s the face paint. She’s so excited that he’s surprised when she sits still enough for the pink nose and whiskers. When there’s a knock at the door, she moves faster than he’s seen her go in months, and he lets her answer as he walks behind her.

“Doctor Claire!”

Hugs are received first from Faith before the little girl pulls back, narrowing her eyes. “Where’s yer costume?” she asks curiously.

“I didn’t have time to get one,” Claire explains. “But I don’t think anyone at the hospital will mind.”

She’s invited Faith and Jamie to the trick-or-treat event at the Children’s Hospital, a place Jamie is familiar, a place where Faith will still know some of the children from her own stay.

“No, ye need a costume, Doctor Claire. Daddy already doesna have one.”

Jamie smirks. “I told ye, I’m a Scot for Halloween. Most people here have never seen one.”

Claire bites at her bottom lip, trying not to laugh at both his lack of wanting to dress up and Faith’s exasperation at the adults.

“Ye have to have a costume,” Faith insists, then reaches for her own cat ears and hands them up to Claire. “Daddy can paint your face and ye can be a cat!”

Kneeling, Claire stays at Faith’s eye-level for a moment. “I don’t want to take the cat ears you were so excited to have. What if...your dad paints my face? People will still know I’m a cat with whiskers and a pink nose, won’t they?”

Faith seems to consider this, then nods, putting her ears back on with a grin. “Okay.”

Jamie shakes his head, swallowing back a smile as he watches Faith disappear to put on her shoes. “Guess ye get to be my next victim. I’m no’ great with the face painting bit.”

Claire smirks and sits on the couch. “Oh, I imagine. Drawing curvy black lines must be quite difficult,” she teases. She’s rewarded with a kiss to the tip of her nose before he begins painting it.

“She’s been so excited about this, she’ll be talking about it forever. But it’s nice,” he says, meeting Claire’s gaze. “To see her so happy.”

The smile Claire gives Jamie is so full of warmth and hope. His daughter’s next appointment isn’t for a few weeks yet, but she’s confident that this – the happiness and chance for Faith to just be a happy little girl – won’t go anywhere. “She is certainly insistent about us conforming to all Halloween protocol,” she murmurs as Jamie paints.

“Aye, and I’ve greatly disappointed her by no’ dressing up. I didn’t have it in me to be something I’m not right now,” he admits, painting black lines across Claire’s cheeks.

“You haven’t been you in a long time, Jamie.” He’s been a new husband, a widower, father of a sick child. “She doesn’t understand that right now, but one day she will. And one missed Halloween won’t matter. I promise.”

For that, she gets a soft kiss once the face painting is done. “I do believe ye are now, officially, a cat.”

Before he can move too far, Claire meets his lips again, closing her eyes and letting herself give in to it for a brief moment. This is still new, every kiss still holds the promise of the next, and she smiles softly when she pulls back. “I think you found a new calling, truly,” she advises, not even bothering to look in a mirror. Faith returns, shoes on and successfully tied, and then they go, taking Jamie’s leased vehicle rather than try to get a booster seat into Claire’s.

Walking inside, Faith is secure in Jamie’s arms as she points out all of the decorations, excited to see some of the nurses and waving at them before joining the other kids who are well enough to have dressed up. They ‘trick-or-treat,’ receiving treats from staff and volunteers before making a few very simple crafty things. Claire’s careful not to spend too much time lingering with Jamie and Faith, somewhat paranoid about creating a conversation with her peers she’s not willing to have just yet. Still, from where she is her gaze falls on them often and more than once it’s as though he knows she’s watching because his head turns, eyes lingering on her before turning his attention back to the flurry of activity.

Goodies obtained and time of her life had, Faith has just about fallen asleep when Claire insists they go home without her, that she’ll be fine. They arrived together; no need to push their luck by leaving together. She stays after they’re gone to help with the cleanup and that’s when she sees them: the infamous cat ears. They must have come off, and as Claire picks them up and considers the hard plastic, she isn’t surprised; after a while, even she would have been annoyed at the feel of that behind her ears. She should return them, she realizes, checking her watch. It’s late enough that Faith should be sleeping, early enough that Jamie will likely still be awake. She needs to get her car anyway and feels slightly bad about the two minute Uber ride she takes to the apartment complex. A ride she’s only taking now because it’s so dark, even if she wishes she had the time to walk and think. She could transfer Faith’s case to a different doctor, one Claire trusts, but she knows even with a glowing recommendation, Jamie will be opposed. She wonders, can’t help it, what happens when he does go back to Scotland. Is this – whatever it is – for the next few months only?

There isn’t enough time to dwell on it, ride over too soon. Holding the cat ears in her hand, Claire makes her way to his apartment and knocks softly. As soon as the door opens, she smiles at him and holds up the headband. “Found something.”

“Christ, she nearly had a meltdown like it was the end of the world,” Jamie says, letting Claire in and closing the door. “She’ll be thanking ye for that one,” he tells her with a fond smile as he leads her to the living room and drops the accessory to the coffee table. “Ye make a verra bonny cat, by the way.”

Claire’s followed him further inside and at his words, blushes just a little. “Oh, do I? That’s only because of someone’s very handy brushwork.” She finds her way closer to him until she can reach out and rest her hands at his hips.

He reciprocates in kind. “I should show ye how grateful I am,” he murmurs, ducking his head close to hers. “I did no’ have a reward in mind, but hopefully this is compensation enough for going out of yer way.” There’s a beat where he hovers, his breath touching her lips before kissing her. It’s soft, tender, until he feels her respond. Then, his tongue does glide over hers, wrapping his arms fully around her now.

She really could melt into him, could very happily continue kissing him just like this for the rest of her life. There are so many unknowns, but she can’t bring herself to ask them. The last year has been an unknown to him, and this, for better or worse, he can control. Whatever life he decides he wants, be it here or in Scotland, she can’t dictate it or try to sway him. It wouldn’t be fair to him or to Faith. So, she’ll take this, as long as she can have it.

When he pulls back, it’s only to press his forehead to hers. “Do ye ever feel guilty?” he asks quietly, pressing his left hand to hers, both wedding bands clinking together just softly.

It’s a question she isn’t expecting but realizes it, too, has been on her mind, right below the surface. Closing her eyes, her fingers lace with his as her head turns so that she can nuzzle and press her cheek to the stubble there, a pleasant scratch against her skin. “I did,” she admits. “Until I thought about what Frank would have wanted. Never would he have wanted me to be sad about finding happiness.”

“Most days I feel the same way.”

“Most?”

She pulls back just enough to look at him, eyes moving over his face.

“I dream about her sometimes. Even now.”

He sounds, for some reason, ashamed of it, and she reaches out, stroking his cheek. “Jamie, she was your wife,” Claire says quietly, gently. “Every now and then, I think I see Frank walking down the street and I have to remind myself,” she says, clearing her throat. “You’ll always think of her. That’s nothing to feel guilty over, at least not with me.”

Jamie closes his eyes, forehead finding purchase against hers once more. “Ye’ve been a comfort, Claire. But I have no’ felt like this in a verra long time,” he confesses, holding onto her now, tighter.

“Neither have I,” she whispers, a tear sliding down her cheek. “With you, it doesn't frighten me.” It should, for a dozen different reasons, but instead of acknowledging anything working against her or them, she just kisses him again, arms winding around his neck.

It’s easy with Jamie, and maybe that’s what she fears the most.

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Arrival of the Dog

Requested by Anon. In which Chloe is redeemed, and Sabrina gets the recognition she deserves.

“You wanted to see me, Master Fu?” Chloe asked as she entered the room. “Yes, come in Chloe. We have something important to discuss.” Master Fu replied. “Is something wrong?” She asked concerned. “No. Well, not in the usual sense.” He answered as he unlocked and opened the Miracle Box. “As you know, your teammates have been working to distribute the Miraculouses to your closest allies to help us gain a better chance in defeating Hawkmoth.” He continued, and Chloe had to fight back the urge to cringe. She knew full well what he was talking about. Everyone on the team was granted a Miraculous to give to someone they knew they could trust. Well, everyone except her. “What does this have to do with me?” She asked a little harsher than she meant to. “Ladybug has informed me that you are the only one who hasn’t distributed a Miraculous yet.” He responded, a mysterious twinkle in his eye. “Yeah, I’m just...too busy for anything like that.” Chloe tried to cover up. “I see. Then I suppose that means you’re too busy to give this to someone?” Master Fu asked playfully. Chloe gasped as he held out his hand to reveal a Miraculous Jewelry Box! “Y-you’re entrusting ME with distributing a Miraculous?!” She asked incredulously. “I don’t see why not. You have come a long way since you first became Queen Bee. You have become a good hero and a great person because of it.” Master Fu replied. Chloe almost hesitated, wondering if this was some kind of test or trick. But Master Fu’s only showed pride and sincerity. Taking a deep breath, she took the jewelry box. “I won’t let you down, Master Fu. I’ll pick someone I can trust who will use this Miraculous for good.” Chloe promised. “I know, Chloe.” Master Fu replied softly as she left. Chloe couldn’t help letting out a small smile at her master’s trust in her. And she had to make sure she could put that same trust in whoever would wield the Miraculous. “Do you have any ideas of who you’ll pick, my Queen?” Pollen asked as she peered out from Chloe’s jacket. Humming in thought, Chloe decided to open the box to see exactly which one she had to give. She was a bit surprised to see the Dog Headband inside. She recalled all she could about the nature of the Dog Miraculous from her training with Master Fu. The wielders of the Dog were very loyal heroes, always there to lend a hand to their companions. They were also very brave, selfless, and courageous. A true friend if ever you needed one. Suddenly, it hit her- a true friend! “Ooh, did you come up with someone, my Queen?” Pollen asked as she noticed the smile on Chloe’s face grow wider. “We’ll see. I still have to ask them first. Pollen, buzz on!” Chloe replied. A few seconds later, Queen Bee was soaring through Paris.

Meanwhile, across town, Sabrina was finishing up her homework when suddenly she heard a tap at her window. She looked to see Queen Bee just outside. “Chl-Queen Bee! What are you doing here?” Sabrina asked as she opened the window and let her in. “I’m here with an important mission for you, Sabrina. But only if you’re willing.” Queen Bee explained. Sabrina looked a bit confused but gestured for her to continue. “Sabrina, you have shown great bravery and courage in the face of danger. You are honest to a fault, and are all loyal to all those you hold dear; even when they don’t deserve it.” She said, her face falling a little as she recalled how cruel she was to Sabrina. But then she shook her head, pulling herself out of her thoughts. That was the past, and she couldn’t change it. But she could make it up in the present, and hopefully the future. Taking a deep breath, she held out the Miraculous. “Sabrina Raincomprix, here is the Miraculous of the Dog, which grants the power of Connection. You will use it for the greater good. Can I trust you?” She asked. “Of course, Chloe! “ Sabrina said enthusiastically. She took the Miraculous Box and opened it, causing a burst of light to swirl around her. “What the-?!” Sabrina yelled startled. Gradually, the little ball of light dimmed down to reveal a small Kwami that looked like a puppy. “Hiya, I’m Barkk, your Kwami. You must be Sabrina, my new Pup. Nice to meetcha!” Barkk greeted cheerfully. “My Kwami?” Sabrina asked confused. “They’re what gives us our superpowers. Barkk here grants the ability to teleport.” Queen Bee explained. “Yup! It’s called Go Long.” Barkk added. “Isn’t there a transformation phrase too? I think I’ve heard you say one before, Chloe.” Sabrina said as she put on the Dog Miraculous. “It changes based on the Miraculous. For me, it’s buzz on. But you need to say ‘Barkk, let’s fetch.” Queen Bee explained. “Got it. Barkk, let’s fetch!” Sabrina cried out. Barkk howled in excitement as she entered her Miraculous, and the magic began. With a burst of brown and white light, a brown and white military suit replaced Sabrina’s clothes and she wore goggles instead of her glasses. Her hair was also tied back into a small ponytail, almost looking like a dog tail. “Wow, this is amazing!” She exclaimed. “Gotta admit, this is one of the better suits Barkk has done. Now, let’s get star-“ Queen Bee began, but suddenly an explosion was heard in the distance. “An Akuma attack!” Sabrina cried. “Ugh, now?! This is ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! Come on, looks like you’re gonna have to learn on the job!” Queen Bee complained, jumping out the window. “Wait! How can I keep up with you?! You’ve got a trompo, and all I’ve got is a frisbee!” Sabrina yelled as she unlatched the frisbee from her belt. “The frisbee responds to your thoughts. Just toss it, and think about making it fly and get bigger!” Queen Bee yelled back. Sabrina looked at the frisbee quizzically. She knew it was magic, but it was also barely bigger than her head. She failed to see how she could fly on this, let alone safely stand on it. But then again, it was a magic frisbee. She didn’t know what it could do.

“This better be some frisbee.” She muttered under her breath. Taking a deep breath, she tossed it and then jumped. She closed her eyes in fear of the potential impact to come but then opened them when she felt she landed on something. She was shocked to find the frisbee had grown a little bigger than the lid of a large trash can, and it was floating no less! Sabrina used her thoughts to make the frisbee fly, and off she went! By the time she arrived at the Akuma attack, Queen Bee was already there with the rest of the team. She floated down and grabbed her now regular sized frisbee and slowly approached the group. “Wait, Master Fu let YOU give out a Miraculous?!” Rena Rouge asked disbelievingly. “As a matter of fact, he DID. And I was just about to start training her before this utterly ridiculous Akuma showed up and ruined everything!” Queen Bee retorted. “Oh, is that her?” Carapace asked as he noticed Sabrina. “Oh, there you are. Everyone, I’d like you to meet...uh...” Queen Bee started. Crud. She forgot to come up with a superhero name! “Erhm, Chien de Guarde! You can call me Chien de Guarde.” Sabrina finished. “Welcome to the Team, Chien. Word of advice, you might wanna steer clear of Cat Noir.” Ladybug greeted warmly. “Yes, yes, we can have introductions and jokes later. But right now we need to beat the Akuma!” Queen Bee interrupted. “Right. Everyone, fan out!” Ladybug instructed. The team ran off to deal with the Akuma, but Queen Bee stayed behind with Chien for a moment. “You ready?” She asked Chien. “You bet I am. Let’s do this!” Chien replied. With that, they followed their teammates to save Paris.

#miraculous ladybug #drabble #chloe bourgeois #queen bee #master fu #sabrina raincomprix #chien de guarde #Barkk #dog miraculous #team miraculous #fanfic

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mmmM can i request a soft fluffy cat cafe!wonhui oneshot in which junhui works there and wonu is a customer pls 👉👈

honestly i saw cat cafe and wonhui and i think i got catapulted into a separate astral plane from how much i’m into it so here’s a little one shot where junhui works in a cat cafe and wonwoo works as a physics teacher at the high school down the road

Every Friday, Wonwoo makes his way into the little cat cafe down the street to the high school he teaches at. He waves at Jihoon, who’s manning the counter again. There’s a white cat ear headband nestled in his ruffled blonde hair – probably wrestled onto him by his manager, Seungcheol.

Wonwoo has made it a habit to finish his marking down in Catstronomy every Friday for the past four months. He always orders the same thing – a pot of Earl Grey and whatever sweet cake Jisoo made – and settles down in the same booth. He’s used to his routines and he doesn’t like anything that breaks them.

“Are you a singularity?” a smooth voice asks just as Wonwoo slips into his booth. “Not only are you attractive, but the closer I get to you, the faster time seems to slip by.“

Wonwoo grins up lazily at the voice, catching the smug grin on Junhui’s face. “Hey, Junhui,” he answers, ignoring the pickup line – yet again another routine. His eyes flick up to the black cat ears sticking out of Junhui’s artfully tousled hair. “My usual, yeah?”

“Anything for you, sweetcheeks,” Junhui answers easily, scribbling into his notebook and shooting Wonwoo a wink. “You’re early today.”

“Got kicked out for Christmas break,” Wonwoo chuckles, grin widening when a Russian Blue hops up onto his lap and curls up for a nap, erupting in purrs.

Junhui notices, the edges of his smile softening. “Pureun missed you,” he murmurs, reaching down to pet the cat nestled in Wonwoo’s lap. Wonwoo flushes, eyes trained on the ridiculously fake ears on Junhui’s head so he doesn’t get caught up in thinking about Junhui’s musky cologne or how he’s so close that all it would take was a tilt of his head for them to be kissing –

But of course, Junhui doesn’t think of him that way. Junhui flirts the way Wonwoo rambles on about physics and equations. He doesn’t want to make things awkward by taking it too seriously.

They’ve been playing this back and forth ever since Wonwoo stumbled into the cafe, trapped by the rain and his lack of umbrellas. (He’d been enamoured by Junhui too, who’d gotten him from the first look what the cat dragged in, Jihoon-ah!) Wonwoo knows Junhui is interested, on some level, but he doesn’t know if it’s the same kind of interest Wonwoo has for him; he doesn’t even really understand why Junhui would be interested in him, a high school physics teacher.

“Are you okay?” Junhui asks softly, lips pressed into a concerned line. Wonwoo blinks, cheeks flushing at how preoccupied he was being.

“I – I’m fine,” he stutters, clearing his throat. “I was just – lost in thought.”

Junhui chuckles – a soft sound that doesn’t sound at all mocking. “Don’t get your head too lost in the clouds,” he teases.

Wonwoo lets out a nervous laugh, immediately looking away as Junhui eases out of his personal space. He shakes his head a little – clearing his head – before smiling weakly up at Junhui. “I’ll be okay.”

He runs his fingers through Pureun’s fur idly, gathering some of his wit before pulling out his marking and falling back into a haze of scribbling Xs and Os onto worksheets. He barely notices when Junhui returns with his tea and cakes, jumping when Junhui clears his throat.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks. There’s a nervous edge to his smile that Wonwoo finds achingly charming and he’s shaking his head before he can think about the repercussions of sitting across your – crush for the next hour or so.

It’s not surprise that another two cats end up making their way to Wonwoo’s private booth, fighting for Junhui’s attention while the waiter tries to finish his meal. Wonwoo can’t help but keep sneaking glances at Junhui, grinning every time Junhui grunts at a cat that nearly manages to grab his lunch.

At this point, Wonwoo could probably make a dumb joke or ask Junhui out and maybe Junhui would say yes and they’d be… well, they’d be something. If only Wonwoo wasn’t so goddamn awkward.

“Hey, Wonwoo?”

Wonwoo looks up, humming distractedly because he needs to re-look Seoyeon’s equation – she’s got the right answer, but her method is all wrong. His brain grinds to a halt as Junhui grins at him, a grouchy Persian held up next to his face.

“I’d say you’re a purr-fect lunch date.”

Wonwoo snorts, nearly jolting Pureun out of his lap with the undignified laugh. He knows he shouldn’t be so charmed by such lame jokes, but it’s also been easy to amuse him.

Suddenly, he freezes.

“Wonwoo?” Junhui asks hesitantly, a hand resting on Wonwoo’s own.

“D-did you say d-d-date?” Wonwoo chokes out. Pink suffuses Junhui’s cheeks as he drops the Persian he was torturing.

“Uh – you know. Figure of speech,” he mumbles. Wonwoo tries not to feel disappointed. (He fails miserably.)

They sit in awkward silence for a moment. Pureun blinks up at him, eyes narrowing before he shakes himself and hops off Wonwoo’s lap gracefully. He should probably say something – brush it off as a joke or not take things so seriously like he always does, but he just… doesn’t.

Wonwoo’s just staring down at Kihyun’s paper blankly, tapping the butt of his pen against the table. Just ask him out, Wonwoo tells himself, glancing at Junhui. What’s the worst that could happen?

Other than getting rejected or Junhui laughing in his face, of course.

Thankfully, Junhui says something before Wonwoo can shove his foot into his mouth any further than it already has. “Um, want to meet up so I can excite your natural frequency?”

A weak smile tugs at Wonwoo’s lips. “We’re already meeting right now.”

Junhui’s smile is bashful, all toothy and dimpled on his right cheek. He laughs into his mouth, eyes crinkling into crescents slightly. “Well, yeah, but that’s ‘cause I work here.” He pauses, eyes widening. “Only if you want to! I don’t want you to feel like you have to – ”

“I’d love to,” Wonwoo blurts out, then backtracks, trying not to sound too desperate (not that it helps). “I mean, yeah, sure, sounds fun.”

“Great!” Junhui chirps, leaning over the table and right into Wonwoo’s personal space. He holds his breath, eyes wide as Junhui presses what must be the world’s softest lips to his cheek. “I end at six, so we can grab dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, sounds great,” is what Wonwoo had wish he’d said.

Instead, his mouth runs before his brain can catch up and he ends up saying, “Well, according to the second law of thermodynamics, you’re supposed to share your hotness with me.”

There’s a heartbeat when Junhui is too close and his lips twitch. Then, Junhui lets out the most attractively unattractive snort. “I’d hate to leave you in the cold, babe,” he quips, tapping Wonwoo’s nose cheekily. “I’ll see you in a couple hours, yeah?”

Wonwoo stares at Junhui’s retreating back, gaze falling to the fake cat tail that’s swinging in front of Junhui’s ass, from where it’s tied to a belt loop. There are worst ways to react to a kiss, he supposes.

#seventeen #svt #shy boop #serrauthor replies #cat cafe au #wonwoo #jun #junhui #wonhui #get ready for all the fuckin physics puns i can fit in #because what's the point of wonwoo being a physics teacher if junhui can't use physics pickup lines #cat puns too because c a t s #in which wonwoo is literally me #serra's sebtin writes #i'm sorry if this comes out a little weird #i need to return to this au soon

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Yugioh S1 Ep 46: Creating All of Your Own Problems

This season is almost over, but I guess the showmakers had one last thing to bring in last second--one last character--one last toy product that hits the shelves. But, the big problem I can see they had to work around was how do you introduce a character who has nothing to do with this season? Just plop him on at the end in his own self-contained arc, I guess.

So we begin by running into Yugi at home/store he lives in, where Grandpa’s sweeping the stoop although shouldn’t he be inside running the shop? Maybe he’s just keeping an eye on Yugi, making sure he doesn’t run off to an island again. Maybe Tea and Grandpa have an arrangement that Yugi doesn’t get to go anywhere by himself unsupervised because he keeps getting horribly distracted and risking his entire life every time he does. Maybe that’s why she meets him here at his house to walk to school instead of at school?

Grandpa didn’t even bring up getting his ass kicked by Kaiba because apparently Grandpa has had a new life threatening event every couple of months for just his entire life.

I feel like Grandpa runs the itty bitty bodega of game shops.

(read more under the cut)

Isn’t the entire point of a game shop to sell fads, what is he talking about? Like, even if you’re a game shop that sells handmade toys that have no lights or automated parts that’s...still a hippie fad thing. That’s still a fad. Maybe it’s just my capitalist mindset, but maybe Grandpa should stock some Nintendo?

But honestly, their family had nothing to worry about because look at this terrifying storefront.

No child with eyes would enter here.

Kinda surprised her threatening him with homework was actually in the show, because her telling him that he’d have to do her homework for a week sounds like more of a punishment for her than the other way around. Like, may as well have a cat with a pen tied to their tail do your homework.

So this pirate here owns the shop and goes by the name Duke Devlin. He’s got a lot of stuff on his face. Kinda looks like he wants to go full Nomura but hasn’t discovered belts yet.

I’m not sure how his headband works, as some of the hair is under the headband and going into his face (thus ruining the point of a headband) and the rest is going over the headband and into his face (thus ruining the point of a ponytail). There’s a lot going on here, and I...I just don’t know exactly how this hair anatomy works.

This weird line on his face disappears and reappears constantly throughout the show. Man this show and it’s love of eyeliner. The eyeliner that few women wear outside of like...Mai. I’ve never seen such devotion to guyliner in my life.

Anyways, then they had the biggest twist so far in all of Yugioh.

Her eyes will cost as much as an entire house by the time she gets this surgery. Anyways, across the hall and in the other room, Duke is showing off his weird dice tricks to a bunch of girls who have extremely low standards. Because when I was in school, the boys fidgeting with dice and cubes and lighters or whatever were actually pretty damn annoying.

Also dice were illegal at my school but my school had a huge gambling problem since like Elementary school, starting at when Pogs were outlawed. Pogs. I was in like 2nd grade, with my fistful of holographic Garfield Pogs and my teachers were like “absolutely not, those Pogs will send you straight to drugs” and I was very, very confused.

Duke, overhearing Joey talk big about his incredible dueling skills, sees an opportunity to get Yugi to fight him. I guess he assumed that Yugi wouldn’t duel him for any other reason, although I’m pretty sure he could have been all “want to duel sometime?” and Yugi would have answered “ABSOLUTELY, LETS GO TO THE ROOF AT MIDNIGHT, SHIRTLESS, DURING A THUNDERSTORM.”

(the liner got shy here, but came back later)

And like he goes off about this dice but does he actually duel with dice this episode? If he did, I did not catch it as I was scrubbing through the duels. I’m pretty sure he didn’t. Not totally positive.

But bro mentioned that Duke was the mascot for a game that exists IRL that they were trying to sell--and I looked it up, it’s called Dungeon Dice Monsters and it looks so freakin complicated and unfun. Apparently it did not sell well, although they planned all these characters and expansions for it. Also, weirdly it came out in 1996 which means this guy is from Season Zero so...I guess I’ll be watching that later.

Nowadays these pieces of this failed game with 10000 pieces sells for a pretty penny on Ebay, but youknow that’s assuming anyone on Ebay is buying?

But, if you have table top simulator on Steam, some saint has added this game as a mod so you can like...play it for the price of table top simulator instead of spending like 800 dollars. That’s nice. I’m not going to play it myself, but that’s nice.

It was also converted into a complicated GBA game, which is probably more of the reason that he’s in this version of the show--since GBA was around the same time as Yugioh, although I could be wrong.

But, back to the show, Duke decides to do some magic because he has no idea who he goes to school with. This was extremely dangerous and stupid and he didn’t even know.

And Yugi just complete loses his mind for like a few seconds. Which makes you think great, everyone in this room is going to die, because this is Yugioh, and that is a thing that can surely happen. But then...

I feel like this is the point where most people would have been like “eff this” and just turned around, since both Yugi and Joey were in an actual tourney and shouldn’t waste their time but Joey really hates this guy for no reason other than being popular. Joey just has so much rage for people he’s never met before--like really, he’s absolutely terrible at making friends which blows my mind since his best friend is the friendliest person who exists in this show.

So I’m throwing the word draft out there because that’s something card people are familiar with but for those that don’t know, drafts are pretty normal. It’s a randomized deck, so there is the possibility you can get super screwed over in a draft. You can get a whole bunch of like whatever the Yugioh version of that Goldfish from Pokemon is and well, that’s just your deck now. You don’t put a lot of high risk stakes on drafts. They’re just for kicks.

But Joey thinks he’s immortal because he survived that island, so like sure, why not? Lets get rid of the only deck advantage we have and trust this guy, who has done nothing but trick people since we walked into the room.

Damn, Joey! That escalated quickly!

Then, a reallllly weird thing happens that made me super uncomfortable--Yugi changed his clothes. I don’t like this palate swap.

This whole time. That whole time on the island--he had normal clothes.

ooof I owned this outfit in middle school. Exactly this outfit. I had a phase--I call it “gray goth” where I got helllllla emo and only wore gray and jeans for 2 years. The 00′s were a time. We were all very chilly and needed at least two insufficient layers on at all times.

So they draft, but they do it wrong. I mean I guess there’s no “wrong” way but the way I’ve seen it, you selectively make your deck from the cards on the table you don’t just shove every card in there without a strategy. This whole duel is just kinda weird. Not like I really talk about cards at all on here but like...this seems like just the worst way to play draft.

So, because there’s absolutely no way you can possibly have a good time playing this version of the game, Joey struggles.

And then we get a celebrity cameo.

I will never catch another one. I was a one console family and we chose Nintendo. But, I do know my Gradius because this game was on every console ever made and basically resold over and over again up until Konami became a pachinko company.

And so we have a return to dog outfit. Because Joey can’t get away from this weird type of torture. Did Duke Devlin get a tip from Kaiba about Things Joey Wheeler Hates or did two completely different bullies come up with this dog obsession all on their own?

Why is Joey being destroyed by dice? Joey beat up like 12 people in a warehouse once. Anyway, Duke decides to throw dice at Joey and humiliate him into goading Pharaoh into a duel. Again, why would it take this much to goad on Yugi? He freakin loves dueling.

And so, in order to save Joey’s dignity, Pharaoh shows up and is pissed. Back on the island there was like life and death reasons to be pissed--just a while ago, Pharaoh saw Joey and Mai die in front of him and got rightfully upset, but apparently Joey dressing like a dog is like equal in terms of getting this guy super indignant.

Like I’m not sure if Pharaoh realizes that this dog servitude is only as long as it takes for Duke to get bored, which will be about five minutes. Or maybe Pharaoh slept through the fact that Joey brought this on himself entirely by himself and ignored every single time his friends were like “Joey please walk away it’s not worth it.” But like consequences shmonsequences.

This could solve so many of Yugi’s problems if he’d just lose this game. I just feel like carrying around this title doesn’t really do much for your income and yet everyone keeps trying to duel you all the time when honestly, should have probably been just attending class.

Tristan and Tea seem to realize that uh, Pharaoh freaking the hell out is the last thing they need on national TV but I mean, Joey’s a dog so he’s gotta do it. Pharaoh can’t really step down from a fight, no matter how stupid it is, and maybe that’s where Joey got it from.

Or Pharaoh could have just covered Joey this week and caught all of those dice. After a while even Duke Devlin would run out of dice. And it’s not like it said anywhere everyone else can’t beat Duke up because Duke has lost his mind. I just really feel like they should have a way out of this that isn’t boys being proud boys and gambling your dignity left and right but whatever. We gotta sell toys.

Anyway, next week, on Yugioh

Will I even have content to cover? Will Joey have to wear two dog suits --a dog within a dog-- as punishment? Will they just give up and kick this guy’s ass on national TV?

#Yugioh #yugioh recap #humor #s1 ep46 #yugi muto #duke devlin #joey wheeler #tea gardner #tristan taylor #dice #a lot of bad makeup in this episode #and so much more bad hair

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tuchimuchibrainvomit · 7 years

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Tales of Change -- A Case Study of Tales Character Design and Evolution

Ok guys, we need to talk... I’ve been watching all of the Tales Series Openings and something I’ve come to notice is becoming quite apparent: “When does clothing design take away from character design?” What do I mean by this? Well, just watch all the openings and pay close attention to clothing outfits and character designs. Maybe this is just my opinions, but as the games go on, I have become less and less of a fan of the character designs in the Tales series and I think it has to do with my principles of “Simple is best”. While the characters themselves are simple ― maybe suffering from Six Face Syndrome, but they are effective. You can tell they are part of the same series, which does make it rather successful in terms of affiliation. But am I the only one who feels that clothing designs are going a bit ― overboard? Let’s compare Cless and Stahn from the first two games ― Phantasia and Destiny ― to some of the more recent casts ― For example, Jude and Ludger from Tales of Xillia and Xillia 2. Notice that I want to leave out Velvet from Tales of Beseria because she actually has a strong design compared to her other Tales heroines. Maybe it’s as the series started, it was a fantasy based story with a focus on knights and magic. While that *KINDA* remains the norm, I feel the series taking a turn to a “Modern Fantasy”, I’m still trying to think of a good word for it. But in that ― I feel the series stagnating ― and the character designs most definitely reflect that.

But let’s compare:

Cless is rather basic by anime standards, but it was the first game. And the rest of his cast very much rounds him out, especially the half-elf Arche. I love her design. But back to Cless/Cress, his outfit is a simple knight’s armor with a red headband ― much like Ryu. And I feel his design is different enough from anime knights with that headband to make him recognizable. Successful, but also not the most unique ― noticeable and fitting of his world.

Next, Stahn:

He is my favorite protagonist in design from the Tales of series (though now tied with Velvet from Berseria). He takes Cless’ design and really makes it unique, giving him a golden mullet to contrast with the blue of his skin tight undershirt. His armor is simple but also works to expand his silhouette. Although, the extravagant patterns start here BUT they feel in line with his world. We could do without the green headband and armbelts though, I think it breaks his color scheme. Though they kind of balanced it with his red gloves, but even then, they are still tertiary. His scarf however, I wish was red. Blue just does not stand out compared to a sharp red like his gloves. Similar to Dante’s red coat, a red scarf would make his movement stand out and give him a passionate flame that is radiant in his personality. But that’s just me. I think he stands out and is extremely appealing to look at, especially in his spritework in the PS2 remake. Now, let’s shoot forward 11 games and look at Jude:

Although voiced by the adorable Tsubasa Yonaga, I think Jude shows what happens when you take a design too far without making an impression. Let’s face it, he’s bland. The Japanese spiky bangs are typical and the bishounen face does nothing to help. I can tell they placed more attention to his outfit ― and far too much to a fault. I may like Jude a lot ― but his design is not very successful. Perhaps this is more indicative to a problem as Tales games moved to 3D and then to Next Gen console hardware. Since 3D is NOT my forte, I’ll leave that to someone else ― but looking at the animated opening for Xillia, I can feel the pain placed on the clean-up artists and color artists to keep these patterns consistent. And that is too a fault. Even though I love Ufotable as an animation studio ― they rely on too much CG digital effects to cover for some animation problems. You can compare Xillia’s opening to Abyss’ ― perhaps it’s my love of Norio Matsumoto of Naruto vs Sasuke fame, but the focus on silhouettes of Luke and Ashe in Abyss made for much more interpretive sakuga.

Ludger kind of suffers the same issues as Jude, but I feel he started an incline back up for Tales designs. Even if his face and hair aren’t really individual, his outfit stands out to his other Tales protagonists, with a dress shirt, tie, slacks and suspenders making him a bit modern. But I wonder if this loses the fantasy setting that Tales started as. Xillia 2 doesn’t really have a clear identity, and even though Ludger has a better design than Jude, he doesn’t fit in this fantasy setting. I can tell they wanted more Sci-Fi aesthetics, but didn’t take it there ― standing in this odd middle ground. Especially since it is supposed to take place 2 years after Xillia. His cat Rollo is f**king cute though. But when you look at the penultimate shot from Xillia 2’s opening, there is one character that really stuck out to me as a design that brought gave this modern flair to me that was very appealing ― and that was Elle:

Her outfit maybe rather “down to earth”, there is something about it that makes her work as a strong design among the crowd of the other Xillia cast. Her hair and hat make a great silhouette for her head and her dress also adds a lot without the over reliance on complex pattern work or overdone coat tails. I really find her design successful as just a character design for a child character. But what does this all mean? I think it shows that as Tales has lived on, it has become more focused on clothing and sleekness compared to strong silhouettes and really creating an identity. If you want my example of strong Tales of designs, I can make a list of some real stand outs:

Velvet ― She is just a well designed protagonist. Maybe a bit edgy, but that’s sort of the point and lampshaded in Berseria story itself. I think her outfit, while revealing is VERY creative among Tales protagonist. I could see her being inspired by Ryuko Matoi and Ivy Valentine. Yuri ― Sort of the fan favorite Tales protagonist. I think his designated purple color makes him well rounded and the use of gold is subtle. He really works and the long hair makes him look cool as opposed to bishounen. Rita ― Asymmetry makes her standout from a first glance. She has a modern fantasy identity with the goggles. Rita is one of the few examples where a lot of clutter makes since for her character ― you can tell she is a mage, studious and messy. Her outfit is a nice mish-mash of Japanese robes and a simple shirt. I think the ribbons keeping her robes together is a little extra and the yellow ribbon better gets the femininity of her design. Philia ― A priestess done very well. Her hair is a break out point to her character and the strong lime green contrasts with the basic white robes and red aspects of her design. The glasses definitely add a moe factor to those who look for it, but all in all, I find her to be successful among the Destiny cast ― Which is already full of masterpieces of Tales’ design. Mila ― More like Velvet 0.5. The long hair is definitely nice and I like the cowlick. I prefer the coolness of her Xillia 2 blue outfit, which gives her a flighty, fairy like appeal. I feel like Velvet perfects her Xillia 2 design ― I find these Mila and Velvet to be like Clefable and Gengar to each other, respectively. Eugene ― Furries are pretty damn rare to be playable in Tales games, but Eugene’s purple body mixed with green ― it’s compliment and silver give him a cold exterior, but the flowiness of his tail and ponytail make him appear softer inside. It’s clear he is more Chinese inspired, but he really works to reflect his character. ― And more... In conclusion, while I definitely do have a soft spot for many characters across the Tales series ― as the series has gone into Next Gen, I can feel a messy chain of designs coming through that really hurt the strength of what Tales character designs can add to the world. Evolving into a modern fantasy, but still being stuck in this weird middle ground that lacks a true identity. I personally believe that if Tales wants to enter Sci-Fi, it should. Or if it wants to do Fantasy, it should. But having robots along with magic in Tales’ history feels ― incongruous with it’s spirit. I feel that Berseria is definitely a start as it stays very fantastical, returning to some routes. However, I want to see the series take a HUGE leap in aesthetic, taking it either to the future or to the past. It needs to pick one and really find an identity for itself ― similar to Final Fantasy. But I will come for Nemura sometime soon because HOLY crap, I have some strong criticism for his designs too ― especially after the zenith that was The World Ends With You. Always Bloom Proudly Guys. ― TUCHI OUT!!

#tales series #tales of phantasia #tales of destiny #tales of xillia #tales of xillia 2 #tales of berseria #bandai namco #cress #stahn aileron #jude #ludger will kresnik #elle #rollo #anime #video games #case study #Character Design #brain vomit #jrpg

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x-wearethefuture-x · 5 years

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Halloween is right around the corner, what are your muses plans? Will they dress up? What kind of costumes would they wear, if they dress up?

((Sooyeon and Seunghyun would be a Vampire duo- it’s a quick and easy costume that they can pull off without really needing to change their appearance and I imagine any dressing up for them would be last minute, so this works. I don’t know why, but I imagine they usually dress up together. Though considering they’re both in relationships now, they might dress up with their significant others instead. Maybe couples costumes? Or they would at least get ideas from their girlfriends~ But if they were dress up individually, not in couple costumes with their dates or even in pairs costumes with each other… they would still accidentally dress up as the same thing, probably xD I just imagine that they’re on the same wavelength a lot without meaning to be. I know I’ve said this before but, I don’t think soulmates always have to be romantic- sometimes it’s a friend, sometimes it’s a relative. In this case, I think Sooyeon and Seunghyun are soulmates without any romantic ties… and their personalities and abilities to kind of just understand each other without a word show that :)

Hyuna would definitely be something sexy. Or something as a joke to make Jiho laugh. I picture her dressing as a sexy cat or something since she loves animals~ Black kitty ears, a tail, a short black dress, and a collar (all thrown together kind of last minute)

Kyuhyun would maybe be so something from a video game or something kind of “nerdy”. Like an imperial royal guard, Wedge Antilles, maybe a generic jedi (for a quick costume option, because you know this boy already owns all the pieces for this costume~) or maybe an overwatch character. I feel like he would main Hanzo and Sombra, so he’d probably be Hanzo. Oh god, wait. I know what he would actually do- he’s part of a D&D group with some of his work friends… so he would probably dress up as his elven character. (Or if Chanmi wanted to do a couple costume, he would indulge her :) )

GaIn would also do something sexy but strong. Maybe like Catwoman or Black Widow :)

Kwon is going to a costume party and he’s going as a prince charming kind of character. Something safe, something handsome, something that might get him a date?

Hyojin doesn’t do Halloween alone. But if she’s dating someone at the time, then she would do a couple costume with them or ask for an idea from them. I don’t really have any ideas in particular because she’s really not the type to dress up in costume without someone else to dress up with her.

Hyuk is 10000000000% going as Jon Snow this year. No question. (Last year he was Han Solo)

Yongsun is definitely something cute. She LOVES Halloween! I imagine she would be a Disney princess :) Maybe Ariel or Snow White this year. Thought last year, I imagine she went as Padme, specifically in her white outfit from episode 2, you know what I’m talking about :)

Junsu doesn’t do Halloween. It’s childish in his opinion. But if someone asked him to go to a Halloween event, he might do something like a devil costume? But just a casual one- no red face paint or anything. Just a little headband with red horns and a nicely tailored suit (and a whiskey on the rocks).

Wheein is going as an Angel this year for obvious reasons ;)

Youjin doesn’t care much for Halloween, but he would probably go as something that compliments whatever Eunbi would dress up as :) It would be cute to see them in matching Greek God outfits, maybe? Him as Hades and her as Persephone would be so cute~

Just imagine… Chloe… in a nurse costume. The irony of it. She’d actually find it funny. So that. That’s her costume this year.

Jinyong always does something that goes with his daughter’s costume! She wants to be Princess Jasmine, so he’s going to be Genie!

Hyemi is always up for a costume party, honestly. A chance to pretend she’s someone else (she’s certainly an actress, even if that’s not her career~) and dress in something sexy? Yes please! She would probably be Harley Quinn or Poison Ivy.

I don’t know why, but I picture Jaewon going as Mario or Luigi. Now he just needs someone to go as the other half!

Nicholas loves Renaissance anything- so he’s going as a knight! He, Ericka, and Avery always throw a small Halloween party every year where they watch Halloween movies (sometimes scary movies, but usually just cheesy ones) and play video games and dress up :) They all love the holiday and the chance to be someone else, but none of them are that into the scary aspect of it.

Ericka is definitely going as a pirate this year! Her costume would be a little sexy, but not overly so.

Sarah would be something cute and princessy as well. I imagine she would be Belle if she had a reason to dress up this year :)

Donghae already has plans to go to a company costume party as Aquaman. Mostly because it gives him an excuse to be shirtless, let’s be honest ;)

Avery is going as Doctor Strange. And he’s going to make every joke he can possibly think of to go with his outfit. Trust me, he has a lot.

Ryeowook doesn’t really do Halloween anymore. He doesn’t have much of a reason to outside of the company costume party (which he doesn’t attend every year, just sometimes). But this year he’s going and he’s going as a ghost. But not just a “sheet-over-the-head” kind of ghost- if he’s going, he’s going all out as a ghost groom- white body paint, white hair, white suit, everything.

Yewon has a small Halloween party she’s attending and she’s going as a witch! Her costume wasn’t meant to be cute, but it accidentally is.

Jinsun doesn’t bother with Halloween. I imagine if he did, he would do something lazy and simple- like wearing his usual attire and saying he’s a university professor (which he literally is). Or maybe he would throw on some casual wear and say he was a college student. But he definitely wouldn’t go all out.

Kijung surprisingly loves Halloween. The spookier, the better. He prefers to wear masks when he can or to do a lot of costume makeup (though he doesn’t dress up most years, he just enjoys seeing other people do so). I imagine he would be a grossly realistic zombie or something similar. ))

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miraculouslanceylance · 7 years

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Gajevy Week 2017 Bonus Prompt: an au

AU: Crazy cat hoarder and their allergic-to-cats neighbor

Rating: G if that’s how rating books even works, idk I should really look that up

Levy sneezes to herself for what feels like the fiftieth time that morning. She frowns, searching the web for an allergy medicine that doesn’t possibly end in death. It’s a lot harder than it should be. Giving up yet again, Levy shuts her laptop and sneezes. She scratches her arms and legs. “I can’t keep living like this,” she says to herself.

Levy had a neighbor move in across the hall from her. Her apartment complex allows pets of pretty much all kinds, and her new neighbor is a crazy cat hoarder. The funny thing is, you’d never be able to tell by looking at him. With his facial piercings, intimidating red eyes, and an all black wardrobe, he seems more goth than a cuddly cat lover.

At first, Levy was excited to have a new neighbor. The last tenants enjoyed themselves a little too loudly and too carelessly at night. But this guy is quiet, he rarely talks and he didn’t even ask anyone to help move his stuff. But then the cats moved in with him, and Levy’s been throwing constant sneezing fits for days now. “That’s it, I’ve got to say something,” she says to herself.

Levy throws on a clean brown hoodie and a long black pair of leggings. She pulls on her black boots and ties her hair back with a dark red headband. She can’t be bothered to make a genuine effort, she feels too gross to actually care. Levy walks across the hall and knocks on his door before she sneezes into the crook of her arm again.

The door swings open to reveal her neighbor, Gajeel Redfox. “Hey shorty,” he says while leaning against the doorframe. He takes note of the dark circles under her eyes, her red nose, and her skin, which is paler than normal. “You don’t look too good,” he shakes his head. “You should be staying home if you’re sick.”

Levy crosses her arms. “That’s actually what I came to talk to you about,” she says with a matter-of-fact tone. “I’m allergic to your cats. I’ve been suffering ever since you moved in, do you even bother to clean the fur they shed? Do you know how many allergens can float through the air when you don’t?”

“Sorry Shortstuff-”

“The name is Levy-”

“Sorry Shrimp,” Gajeel continues while he gives a popping sound to the p. “But my cats don’t shed. They all have hair.”

Levy glares at him. “I’ve had allergies ever since your cats moved in with you. Why else would I be so sick?” she sneezes a quiet mouse sneeze. Gajeel bites back a grin because it was just so adorable. She then continues to glare at him with a pout of her face and her cheeks puffed out, and Gajeel feels heat creep up the back of his neck. He decides that she’s gotta go, and soon. If not, who knows how visible his blush will become.

“I don’t know, maybe someone else in this complex got a pet with fur. Mine have hair, so we’re done here. Goodbye,” Gajeel begins to shut the door. But Levy isn’t having it, she puts her foot between the door and the frame. Gajeel hides behind the door, smiling to himself. How could she so confident around me? Nobody else is, he thinks. He shakes his head and swings open the door again. “Would you leave?”

Levy shakes her head. “I’ve dealt with your stupid furballs for a week-”

“My precious kitties are not stupid furballs,” Gajeel growls. “They are innocent and sweet-” a glass sounding crash comes from the kitchen. He sighs. “They’re sweet and loving, so don’t you dare attack them.”

“Precious and sweet or not, I’m dying in my own apartment because of them. You need to get rid of those cats!” Levy crosses her arms. Gajeel, once again, tries not to focus on how adorable she looks when she’s mad. Or the way her eyes seem darker than normal...or the dark circles under her eyes, probably from lack of sleep from sneezing so much. He clenches his jaw, realizing what he’s doing again.

“I’ll take care of it, alright? Just go home and rest, I’ll clean up after ‘em,” Gajeel says before he successfully shuts the door in her face. He feels like an asshole because of it, but it was his only option. His knees were getting weak. He turns around and leans against the door, sighing in relief that he doesn’t have to see her. But at the same time, it’s heartbreaking. He likes admiring her shortness and tracing the curls in her hair with his eyes. He even imagines how soft her hair must be before he slaps himself.

Pantherlily strolls over to Gajeel and sits down. For a cat, he’s very human-like. His adorable face always seems to be smirking at his owner. “Whaddya want, Lily?” Gajeel asks while he scoops him up like a baby. Lily purrs contently and flickers his tail in thanks. Truth be told, however, if Gajeel doesn’t get bitten or scratched that’s thanks enough.

“Now what did you little fuckers break this time?” Gajeel asks while he strolls to the kitchen with Lily still in his arms. He spots his bottle of beer in pieces on the floor. Frocsh, his green cat, is licking it up contently while her brother Lector knocks silverware and boxes of cereal off the counter. Gajeel sighs and grabs a towel.

The following day, Levy is still sick. She sits on the couch and reads a book, angrily flipping the pages. She sneezes occasionally, which only makes her more mad. Curse my adorable sneeze, she thinks to herself.

A small brown package falls through Levy’s apartment door mail slot. She furrows her eyebrows in wonder because she didn’t order anything. She sets down her book and walks over to pick it up. The package is smaller than her hand, with a little yellow tag on the side. It’s from Gajeel. What could this be? Levy asks herself. She carefully undoes the wrapping paper to reveal a small white box. She takes off the lid and sees an orange container of red and white pills.

The prescription on the side tells Levy that it’s allergy medicine, specifically designed for animals. She fights back a blush but allows a grin to appear. She goes to the kitchen, fills a glass with water, and swallows a pill just as the prescription says. Levy quickly goes to the front door and opens it up. She wanted to go knock on his door and say thank you, but Gajeel stands at the doorway with a bouquet of flowers.

“Gajeel?” Levy frowns in confusion slightly, but at the same time she’s very happy to see him.

Gajeel scratches the back of his head and avoids eye contact. “So..um...you got the medicine?”

“Yeah, I was just going to thank you. So, thank you. It’s very sweet of you,” Levy smiles shyly up at him. Gajeel swallows a lump in his throat and prays that the heat in his face is invisible.

“Uh..would you, by chance, care..if, um..you wanna go on a date?” Gajeel blurts out. He then holds out the flowers to her and prays it’s not as stupid as he thinks. Levy blushes and accepts the flowers. She nods and grabs his hand, lacing her fingers through his. She’s not exactly dressed up, she’s only wearing a tshirt and leggings. But luckily, Gajeel isn’t dressed up either. He’s wearing a tshirt and jeans, which isn’t much better.

Gajeel walks across the hallway to his apartment and opens up the door for her. “I'm still in college, so I can't afford a nice restaurant right now, but I sure can cook,” he smiles down at her. Levy doesn't object; she doesn't even say anything about the cats. She walks in happily and admires how clean his apartment is. Then again, it’s easy to have a clean apartment when someone doesn’t own very much. Most of the stuff Levy does see is cat related, everything from picture frames to toys.

They walk into the kitchen together and Levy continues to admire everything. He only has a fridge, sink, stove, and a little bit of counter space. He also has a small wooden table with two very uncomfortable looking chairs. On the floor sits six cats, and Levy can’t help but squeal at the sight of them. “These are my furballs,” Gajeel says proudly. “The tiny white one is named Carla; her mother, Shagotte, is the bigger white cat. Carla’s dad is the black cat, Pantherlily. Carla’s husband is named Happy, the blue cat. The little green cat is named Frosch, her brother is the red cat named Lector.”

“Aw, they’re married and stuff, that’s so cute,” Levy squeals.

Gajeel can’t help but smile. “I thought you’d like it, once you get past the whole allergy thing.” He watches Levy squat down and interact with the cats. She pets Happy, kisses Frosch, and picks up Pantherlily. She stands up and gives him a little kiss on the head. He bites his lip, resisting the urge to kiss her right then and there.

Levy turns around to face him, scratching behind Lily’s ears as she does. “You can keep the cats,” she smiles. “I could never imagine having to get rid of all these little cuties.”

“I’m glad you think so, because I have some news for you,” Gajeel says while he rocks on the balls of his feet slightly. Levy smiles mischievously at him, her eyebrow raised with interest. “The medicine I gave you was fake. A buddy of mine runs a joke shop, and he had a bottle of fake pills in stock. Don’t worry, completely harmless, I just had to prove to you that my cats aren’t making ya sick.”

Levy feels her heart sink a little. I guess he didn’t want to go on an actual date with me, then, she thinks to herself. And here I thought he was a sweet guy. She gives Lily one last kiss and sets him on the floor. “Well, thanks for proving me wrong, then,” she says. Levy gives all of the cats one last kiss and heads for the front door.

Gajeel gently grabs her arm. Levy turns her head to look at him. “I know what yer thinkin’, but I was sincere about that date,” he says. “Proving ya wrong was a mere bonus. But it ain’t worth jack if you don’t stay.”

Well there you go! I hope you guys enjoyed this bonus prompt, I know I certainly enjoyed writing it! I will be publishing my Gajevy Week prompts on Wattpad (TheTinyCat) as well as other stories that I hope you’ll enjoy and show some love!

#gajevy #gajevy week #fairytail #one-shot

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snowbellewells · 5 years

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A Litter More Than They Bargained For

“A Litter More Than They Bargained For”

by: @snowbellewells

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“Aye, lad, those are great! And perhaps Scoundrel and Buccaneer as well?”

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“They’re both still here?” he asked curiously, one eyebrow arched in question.

“Well,” Snow offered hesitantly, “I’m sorry it fell through, Sweetie, but you know Mrs. Hubbard isn’t all that steady on her feet these days…”

“Why?” Emma sputtered.

They were the family with nine dogs now - an entire seaworthy crew.

Tagging: @whimsicallyenchantedrose @searchingwardrobes @ilovemesomekillianjones @resident-of-storybrooke @bmbbcs4evr @therooksshiningknight @spartanguard @thislassishooked @tiganasummertree @linda8084

#cs pupstravaganza #cs pupper fic #cs family fluff #shameless reblog #because now i have the banner

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