#sam my poor little meow meow i would let you sleep

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Rainy Days- B.Barnes

Summary: A rainy Monday spent between Bucky, his lover and Alpine.

Parings: Bucky x Fem!Reader, very brief mentions of Steve and Sam

Fic Warnings: Use of Y/N(only once), Fem!reader, soft!Bucky, Bucky dog-ears book pages, mention of the book A Little Life.

Author’s Note: There is dog-ear slander in this fic, I personally hate dog-earing book pages so it’s in here. Feedback is always welcomed and my asks are open if you want to ask me any questions. I am not taking requests at this time but I will definitely post if I ever open them.

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Hope you enjoy! :)

Word Count: 970

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It was an early autumn morning on a mundane Monday in Brooklyn. Rush hour was just starting, the sounds of the cars passing by the apartment window as well as the gentle patter of the rain were relaxing. She didn’t want to get out of bed. It was warm, the mood was just right and she was wrapped in the arms of the man she loved. Bucky was still fast asleep beside her, mumbling incoherent phrases in his slumber, sometimes catching a few words that did make sense which made her quietly giggle. 

She knew that once his nose twitched, he was starting to wake. Letting out a soft hum, he pulled his lover closer to his chest and sighed contently once feeling the weight of her head close to his heart. He was awake but was refusing to open his eyes, clinging to sleep, hoping he could find his way back to dreamland. Of course that got interrupted by the incessant meowing at the foot of their warm and cozy bed. The couple broke out of their bubble in a fit of sleepy laughter.

“Poor girl, you feelin’ left out, Alpine?” Bucky chuckled, finally opening his eyes. He had opened his free hand out to the white ball of fur, who greedily started rubbing her head on his palm. Alpine had waltzed her way up the bed and planted herself right on his chest, her tail smacking Y/N in the face as it flitted around happily. Bucky let out another sleepy chuckle when he noticed that his girl was getting assaulted by the cat’s tail. “You’re smacking your mama in the face, come here,” He patted his empty shoulder which Alpine quickly and happily took over. Now it was Bucky getting smacked in the face with her tail but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Good morning, handsome,” She smiled up at him, her voice just as tired as his was.

“Good morning, gorgeous. You okay with staying in bed all day?” Before she could answer, he kissed her lips lovingly, not caring about morning breath, just her.

“Wouldn’t dream of anything else.” Alpine let out a loud meow in protest, obviously hungry. “Maybe after we feed this little gremlin,” She laughed softly before sitting up and slowly getting out of bed. As she left their bedroom, Alpine jumped right down and followed her out, Bucky sighing softly once more. He was thanking whoever sent this woman into his life. 

When she reentered the room, he took in her appearance. Her hair disheveled, the mascara that refused to come off now smudged under her eyes, her eyes bleary and still very much sleepy and her body practically drowning in his blue t-shirt. In her hands she held two cups of coffee, hers was in a mug with his face on it, which Steve had gotten her as a joke but now it was her favorite and his was in a mug with Sam’s EXO-7 wings on it, which Sam had given him as a housewarming gift, he would never admit it but it was his favorite mug.

He grunted as he sat up in bed, accepting the cup of coffee gratefully and pulling her back into his arms once she was sat down on the bed again. The two of them enjoyed the silence for a while, just listening to the rain and the cars passing by. Bucky started a quiet conversation that spiraled, the two of them talking for hours in bed, just enjoying each other’s company. Traffic was long gone, the rain coming to an end, their coffee cups empty, the music that Bucky turned on playing softly in the back. Of course it was 40s music because the man refused to listen to anything else, his guilty pleasure was Harry Styles but he never told a soul about that one.

“You wanna pick up where we left off last night?” Bucky asked her.

“Where were we?” She asked back. 

He pulled the book from his nightstand, a gently used copy of A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, and opened it to the page that held the bookmark. It was a bookmark that she had made for him when she learned about his horrible habit of dog-earing pages, the design simple but it was the thought she put behind it, the color she chose the same blue as his eyes; a daffodil pressed into the paper under the laminate, his birth flower which he had learned once it was gifted to him; and the handwritten words ‘I love you, James Barnes’ sat neatly on the bottom of the bookmark. Every time he saw it, he smiled.

“Looks like we left off with going into a little bit of Jude’s backstory. You ready?” When she nodded, he began reading aloud. Smiling even wider when she nestled herself under his vibranium arm, her head resting on his chest, right above his heart, her arms finding themselves around his waist. As they read on, the rain picked up again but they didn’t seem to notice. It felt like it was just the two of them in the whole world and of course Alpine. The further Bucky got into the book, the less he noticed around him, when he finally looked away from the page, he saw that she had fallen asleep again. Soft snores falling from her slightly parted lips, her arms hanging loosely around his waist, the neckline of her(his) shirt shifted to the right and there was nothing more perfect to him than this, than the love of his life fast asleep in his arms, dreaming of their future together. It didn’t take him long to follow after her, quickly finding himself in a peaceful slumber that he only seems to get with her in his arms.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader fluff #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky fluff #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #marvel #the winter soldier #white wolf #bucky x fem!reader #soft!bucky #domestic!bucky #soft!bucky x reader #domestic!bucky x reader #bucky and alpine

[shirtlesssammy]

7x16: Out with the Old

Then:

Oh season seven, what a wild and hurtful time you were

Now:

A ballerina, too snooty to dance with her fellow dancers, laces up alone after practice. She proceeds to dance her feet off, literally.

Dean is on the phone with Frank, and getting nowhere fast on the Leviathan plan, or the plan for Wisconsin. Sam, meanwhile, is drinking caffeine to escape the literal devil in his dreams. He’s got a case--and surprise! they decide to check it out. 

They head to the police station to check out the report on the ballet death. While there, a little girl is spending time with her cop dad. She sees the death slippers and is drawn to them. They’re just as drawn to her it seems, since they’re waiting for her in the bathroom. 

Sam and Dean next head to look at the slippers. They’re not with the cop dad anymore though. They race to the bathroom just in time to wrestle the slippers off the girl and save her. 

Cursed object indeed. 

By the time the brothers are at the store Out with the Old, the shoes have migrated from the truck of the car to the back seat. And they’re Dean’s shoe size. 

(Insert a quick scene of a real estate developer and her assistant talking to a local business owner. “I don’t think he’s going to sell.”)

Sam and Dean race to the store with the shoes, and Sam gets them back in their rightful box because Dean can’t take up a new career as a dancing boy. (Natasha cries about Dean dancing with Lamp and how he couldn’t do THAT either.)

They ask the shop owner, Scott, where the shoes came from. They were his mothers, and he found them in the back room. Scott’s mother passed away the week before and he’s trying to sell her belongings. Turns out there were a number of boxes that held cursed objects, and now they’re all over town. 

Cut to a woman making a meal. Her very antique-like kettle starts to whistle. She goes to it and picks it up off the flame without using a potholder, and proceeds to pour the boiling water right down her throat. 

Sam and Dean continue to interrogate Scott. He tells them that he found the items in his mother’s safe --the one COVERED in sigils. He wasn’t suspicious of the items at all (and why would he be??) Sam and Dean --at the END of their season 7 rope, are none too patient with this grieving man. 

Scott gets them a list of items he sold, and addresses of people who bought the items. 

They find and call in the kettle death right away. They take the kettle with them as they head out to find the other objects. They split up to find the other two objects --an old gramaphone and old porn. 

The gramaphone works its cursed magic on Timmy, an iPad loving boy. 

Just as Timmy’s about to stab his mom to death, Sam bursts in and asks for the location of the gramophone. Not weird at all. Dean calls letting Sam know he’s secured the porn. 

After the objects are secured in their safe again, Scott talks to Dean about trying to get his mom to sell the shop. She held out until she sold to a real estate woman. Then she died in a car accident before she could enjoy the money from the sale. Hearing about the death is a little raw for Dean still, but he tries to give the guy some advice. He also tells him not to touch the items in the safe. They’ll be back later to get them. 

Dean leaves and notices signs for the real estate agent everywhere on the street. 

The real estate agent, Bicklebee, tries to push a sale on the last holdout. The hardware store owner reviews the paperwork but ultimately doesn’t go for it. The hardware store is his life - he can’t leave it behind! She wishes him luck with the rest of his life and then proceeds to steal his face (leviathan style) and then murder him. Her assistant is...perturbed. He also drops that they’re under “Mister Roman’s orders.” (Shakes fist at Dick!)

While George, the poor beset assistant, races off to fill a coffee order, Sam blasts music to stay awake. Dean calls with news about the case. The antique shop owner’s death was mysterious and the development purchasing of the stores on the block are even more insidiously mysterious! Sam zones out. Been there, Sam bby. 

Dean calls up Frank for help researching a blocked website about the developer. 

Sam starts to drift off at the wheel just as a semi truck approaches in the other direction. He wakes up just in time but our poor little meow meow sunflower is in ROUGH SHAPE. 

The beleaguered assistant is just walking away with a coffee order for his chompy boss when he overhears THE Sam Winchester ordering a triple espresso. He calls his boss and lets her know that Sam’s investigating the old antique store. 

George, the assistant, really wants to eat Sam Winchester. Bicklebee calls him back and chews him out. SHE gets to eat him. SHE’S the boss! 

At Dean’s research cafe, he lovingly eyes a pie while he gets the latest updates from Frank. 

Frank reveals that leviathans are behind the development company. It’s leviathans all the way down! When Sam arrives at the cafe, Dean informs him that they’re dealing with a big old “nesting doll of dick.” VIVID phrasing, Dean! 

Dean orders Sam to get some sleep, but Sam tells him that’s a no-go. Lucifer’s singing Stairway right now, on repeat. (Points to the “NO Stairway to Heaven” sign.) Scott calls Sam and tells him he saw a mirror in his mom’s house and now he wants to rip his own face off. With an exhausted “eugh,” Sam and Dean head out to save him. Only, there is no cursed mirror. Instead, the realtor leviathans are waiting in the house, talking about eating Sam and Dean like they’re cartoon villains. Oh, and they’ll have to eat poor Scott, too. George is going to have to take over his life.

Sam and Dean pull up and confront the two realtors. Fisticuffs ensue but...George has other plans. He tells Sam that there’s a bucket of borax IN THE ROOM and could Sam Winchester PLEASE WITH SUGAR ON TOP dunk him into the drink? Sam burns George’s face horribly in the bucket and then follows George’s next direction to grab a sword from a locked case and murder Joyce. Sam slices her head off with the sword.

As they clean up the crime scene, they counsel Scott to flee and enter a witness protection program of his own devising. George confronts Sam and Dean and reveals that he tipped them off so he can eat his boss. So...can he please have her head? They refuse on the grounds of “Ew.” 

George tells them that Dick has his hands deep in local affairs all over the country. Sam and Dean should just hide out and try to eke out as long a life as possible. 

George tells them that the development they’ve been murdering people for is going to be a research center where they’re going to - RECORD SCRATCH - cure cancer. Leviathans only want to help, George tells them with a smirk. Sam and Dean load up the safe in their little trailer and blow town while Bad Moon Rising plays them out. They arrive at Frank’s in the middle of a rainy night. Bad Moon Rising plays loudly in the trailer - which is RANSACKED and bloody. Either Frank’s REALLY GOOD at faking his death (I always had hope) or he’s toast.

It’s Quotes all the Way Down:

Oh, what a dreamer you are!

I’m pas de done

With enough curse mojo, you can turn a freaking pencil into a weapon of mass destruction

Feeling guilty ain't gonna bring 'em back. Best you can do is live your life the way that you think would make her proud

My silence is your cue

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#spn recap #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn 7x16 #out with the old #supernatural season 7

[kiddcharlamane]

dsmp

Blorbo - C!GeorgeNotFound, listen his lore is very interesting and his character is interesting too. Like, he sleeps for months, is so sad and angsty, dreams of destroying buildings and friends but also he has no fingers and has a third ear sewn onto his left leg AND was a wheat farmer like, sir? Explain yourself now.

Scrunkly - C!Wilbur Soot. I feel like I don’t need to explain this one he’s just quirky y’know? (also C!Quackity and no, I won’t elaborate)

Scrimblo Bimblo - C!Sapnap for sure he’s gone through so much my poor boy please let him have his moment and get him therapy or something he needs someone please (i just, wanna gently hold him, like that one meme? Gently holds? Yeah)

Glup Shitto - C!ConnerEatsPants. Need I say more? (also C!Phil, man rarely does lore and the lore crumbs that appear are simply delightful)

Poor Little Meow Meow - C!Dream. Before you shit on me for this I’m not a Dream Apologist, I merely find his character very intriguing like, hmmm, why do what you do, what else is going on in that peanut brain behind that mask hmm? I would like to know more please (also C!Schlatt but we don’t talk about that…)

Horse Plinko - idk C!Karl or C!Jack maybe (or C!Foolish for shits and giggles y’know?)

Eeby Deeby - I don’t actually know…keep in mind I’m not full caught up on everything but I don’t know. Maybe C!Sam or C!Bad for the interest but also not. I don’t know, sorry

#answers #dsmp #q and a #i answer #hmmm #yes #for c!karl yes i am well aware of tales but like would it not be interesting? same with jack I’m aware but interesting #i wanna see how the go about it yknow

[gomustanggirl16]

Traitor Cat

Based off this random idea I have that’s a mix of my own two cats, Corona (no we named her after alcohol two years ago but it is a fitting name) and Tanqueray (gin we have a theme). So Tanq is more my cat, she likes cuddles, she likes to sit on my chest and be in my face and does know when I’m not okay and seems to take my anxiety away. Then there’s Corona, my moms cat, who well lets just say I call her a gargoyle because every morning she sits on the end of my moms bed like a gargoyle staring at her in the dark until she gets up.

So that got me thinking of Liho naturally and I had 15 minutes in an MRI machine (it’s fine I’m fine) to think clearly while ignoring the odd bagging against my back that reminded me of a child kicking the back of your seat on an airplane. So here we have Steve meeting Liho for the first time, this takes place right after TWS and this is also one of many forms of the idea and I’ve had wine so bare with me.

It had been long day, hell it had been a long year, Natasha lost her job, her antimony, her apartment, her parents apparently though that had been years ago, and now she was living in Avengers Tower because gaining her aliases back had been harder than ever before and she had started wondering if it was worth trying. But at least she had Liho, stubborn cat she was she’d missed her after leaving her with the Barton’s while she went Russia she’d found she missed the cat and Liho had seemed to miss her to, crying when she went to the farm to pick her up and see the family. 

It was late almost midnight, she’d been tracking a shipment of S.H.I.E.L.D. contraband at the docks that led nowhere, yet. Natasha checked Liho’s bowl her dry food touched, but her wet food she’d asked Tony to put out untouched. That was highly unlike her, but she was still getting used to her new surrounds, now that she wasn’t allowed outside she was going a bit stir crazy, having come into her room the other day carrying one of Tony’s socks collapsing on the floor and proceeding to “kill” it like a mouse. 

Natasha moved to her room, going through the motions as she got ready for bed collapsing into the oversized bed and abundant pillows Liho loved hiding in, slowly drifting off. Next time Natasha woke partially spreading her legs only to pause realizing Liho wasn’t at her usual spot at the end of the bed. She looked at the clock to see it was almost 2:30am and felt a slight panic pulse through her. Liho always came to bed. Even when Natasha didn’t want her to she’d sit outside the door and scratch and meow until she was let it, but there her door stood ajar and no Liho.

“Liho?” Natasha called out, nothing.

“Liho?” Natasha tried again getting out of bed and going to her door.

She went through the penthouse calling Liho but nothing. No reply. Oh no, Tony had been shocked learning she had a cat, and even more so when she’d asked him to feed her. He owed her that, but he wasn’t used to owning pets let alone Liho who tried escaping out the door every time it opened. oh no.

“J.A.R.V.I.S. are you able to track Liho’s movements?” Natasha asked trying not to think about all the possible ways Liho could be trapped or hurt or...

“Yes, reviewing the Tower’s surveillance it seems she got out when Mr. Stark fed her this evening and made her way into Captain Rogers quarters.”

Oh god...Steve had just gotten back from Spain tracking Bucky. They made plans to have breakfast later this morning. She needed to get Liho back upstairs before she gave poor Steve a heart attack. She quickly made her way out to the elevator and punched the button for Steve’s floor. Just like she knew he would his front door was unlocked, and she quietly made her way into the living room.

“Liho!!” Natasha whispered looking through the space for black ball of fur while trying not to wake the soldier. She went room by room until she reached Steve’s bedroom and her stomach knotted, knowing her cat this would be it, it’s door was cracked and she peaked in.

Sure enough there she was curled up at the end of Steve’s bed sound asleep.

“Traitor.” Liho stirred yawning and stretching with a little meow. “shh, come on.”

Instead of Liho following her Liho made her way further up the bed towards Steve’s sleeping form. Don’t you dare. Natasha moved quickly around the bed quickly snatching up the cat as she was about to climb up onto Steve’s chest. She was about to make it out the door before her foot snagged sending searing pain through her foot and her to the floor.

“F***”

“What the Hell?” Natasha looked up and turned on her back to see Steve rubbing his eyes as he looked down at where she was on the floor.

“Natasha? Are you okay?” He got up realizing what had happened, helping her up off the floor.

“I’m fine, you know you should really keep that thing on the wall or between your night stand and your bed.” She said looking at his shield now laying in the middle of the floor.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want people tripping over it in the middle of the night who weren’t already here when I went to bed. Speaking of, what are you doing in my room?” 

Natasha hesitated, her eyes traying just a bit down his bare torso to where his sweats hung low on his hips-

“Nat?”

“Right-shit where’d she go?” Natasha looked around realizing Liho was gone again. She had to be around here somewhere though.

“Where’d who go? Nat are you sure you’re okay? Even for you this is a little strange.” She frowned getting back on the floor to look under his bed.

“Liho!” She hissed but the only thing there was a duffle bag. “You got any lunch meat? Ham preferably. She doesn’t like cold chicken.”

“There’s a sandwich in the fridge...” Steve replied now more confused than ever. I mean he did wake up to her in her pajamas tripping as she tried to make her escape from his bed room.

She made it to the fridge her foot still stung but she pushed it away as she opened his fridge.

“Nat why don’t you sit down let me take a look at your foot.” Steve tried to insist as he came out putting on a zip up.

She found the remaining hoggie in the fridge and sat down on the stool at the island as Steve went through the freezer for an ice pack,

“Liho, momma’s got ham!” She heard Liho’s distinct chirp before the cat jumped sliding across the counter to get her treat. 

She watched Steve jump looking back in the direction Liho had come from then to Liho her self as she tore the thin slices of ham up into smaller bites for Liho. Poor thing was starving.

“Where-whose cat is this?” Steve asked dumbfounded as Liho devoured the ham from his sandwich.

“Steve meet Liho, my traitor cat.” Liho slept with no one not even the Barton kids but her and she was incredibly picky, yet here she was, cozy as could be with Steve.

“Why were you and Liho in my bedroom?” Steve asked again as Liho went over to him head butting his stomach to get him to pet her.

“Because I asked Tony to put some wet food out for her while I was working and he let her get out. I told him she’s sneaky and can’t be trusted, but she still got out. I didn’t noticed until half an hour ago when I woke up and she wasn’t in bed. J.A.R.V.I.S. was the one who told me she’d made it in here. Not sure how long but I found her sleeping on your bed with you and not me.”

Liho seemed completely un-phased as she started purring as Steve paid her attention.

“Probably should have realized there was something in my bed, but Sam and I spent the last three days wide awake and I crashed.” He did look tired really tired.

“I know, I’m sorry I woke you, but she was about to use you as a bed and she likes to lay across your neck until you can’t breathe.” He frowned looking at the cat that was now propping herself up on his chest trying to paw at his face to get his attention back on her.

“So it’s true what they say, pets are their owners.”

“I resent that, I don’t own her, we live together.” Had for two years now.

“That why you refer to yourself as her mother?”

“Oh so you’re cheeky when your half asleep huh?” Truth was it was Clint who started that and it just snuck into her vocabulary.

“So you say. How come I never knew you had a cat?”

“There was no reason to tell you.”

“How did you manage that you were gone so much?”

“Oh Nick would watch her for me.” Steve raised an eyebrow at that and she laughed, “Don’t tell him I told you, but he is quite the cat person, has one himself, used to follow him around hang out at S.H.I.E.L.D. but she passed away a few years ago, so you wouldn’t have seen her.”

“Well alright then. Say what does Liho mean? It’s Russian but I don’t think I’ve heard it.”

“The embodiment of evil fate and misfortune.”

“That’s a terrible name for a cat.”

“Its supposed to be ironic, she’s been everything but for me. I can shut everyone out, but she still wiggles her way in. There are days where I can’t get out of bed, and if I have nowhere to be, I had no reason to, but she won’t let me. She cries and won’t leave me be until I get up, even runs to the shower because she likes to play with the water left in the tub and if I turn it on, I’m not going to waste water. Granted most people think that’s just her hungry and wanting to make a mess, but she’s been my reason for getting up now more than ever. God I felt so scared when I realized she was gone, and a little betrayed. I’m sorry I have no idea why I just told you all of that.”

She looked away from him then playing with Liho’s tail to get her attention.

“You know if I stop looking for him-for Bucky I sometimes think I might go insane. Nat we just destroyed the one infrastructure we had...animals know this.”

“Yeah they do. Last time I leave her with Tony.”

Steve laughed a little shaking his head.

“Not to speak i’ll of the man currently housing us for free, but he can barely feed himself Nat.”

“Yeah, I mean he did what I asked, he just underestimated her willingness to go outside.” Steve smiled at her giving Liho one last pet.

“So, we still on for Breakfast? I know it’s three am now, but I don’t know about you but I’m not going back to sleep.”

“I could go for something to eat, let me cook, I was going to already, but now I think I really should since I woke you up by breaking into your bedroom.”

“Sounds good to me. Come on Liho,” Steve picked her up and Liho settled into his arms like a ragdoll.

Natasha would later recall that as the night she started to fall for him, the way Liho reacted to him, like she was telling her Steve was it, he was the one.

#romanogers #mg writes #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #liho the cat

[eevee-eclair]

Smitten Like a Kitten

Written by EeveeEclair

TW: fluff, crying, (tell me if I missed one!)

Random side note: This was made possible thanks to @does-this-look-logicality-to-you’s Animal Shelter AU! Thank you!

>~~~~~<

About ten years ago when Patton and Logan were still in college, Logan told Patton about his soft spot for animals. Patton was shocked the ‘emotionless’ man (or so everyone called him) loved something as much as him. And animals no less!

“It’s just… they tend to follow me everywhere and I feel like they understand me somehow,” Logan said, looking a little sheepish. “I know it sounds illogical, but I think I want to open an animal shelter when I graduate.”

Patton gasped and squealed. “Can I help?!” He asked.

Logan looked at him for a second, then gave him one of his rare smiles. “Yeah! And we could help all kinds of animals!” He said.

Patton smiled and got comfortable at the desk he was sitting at, listening to Logan ramble about his dream shelter. He listened as Logan told him about a lamp room and how he would run the place, nodding every so often as giving his opinion here and there.

It was then he realized he might have a crush on Logan.

~~~

A few years after graduation, Logan and Patton bought what would soon be their dream animal shelter. They had asked some family for financial help, and asked their friends Virgil and Roman if they would want to work there.

“I can’t believe this is happening!” Patton squealed as he walked through the empty animal shelter. “Right, Logan?” He asked. He was met with silence, so he looked around for Logan. “Logan?” He called. It took a minute but he found Logan in the backyard where the dogs would be able to run around. Upon closer inspection, he saw his friend crying. 

Logan saw him approaching and wiped the tears away. “Hello, Patton. What do you need?” He asked, trying to hide the fact he was crying.

Patton wasn’t going to let him just forget it, though. “Why are you crying?” He asked, putting a hand on Logan’s back.

“It’s just… I never thought I would be living this dream,” he told him. He laughed a little. “It’s all thanks to you.”

Patton smiled and felt tears build up in his eyes too. “It was only because you told me it was your dream,” he said, hugging Logan.

They sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms crying happy tears for about an hour. It was sundown but the time they went back to their respective apartments.

~~~

Two months after they had bought the empty building, they had their first dog. After everyone saw how happy the dog became only a few weeks later, they got more and more animals and with it came more and more adoptions.

But every time someone came to adopt a pet, they asked how said pet became so happy so fast. Every time, they said the same thing, ‘you can thank Logan Barry’. Yet, every time, the adopter would take one look at the emotionless receptionist and laugh.

“You can’t be serious,” someone once said.

“Ma’am, I've never been more serious in my life. The animals love him,” Patton told her. 

As if on cue, a mother cat and her five kittens all jumped onto Logan’s workspace. His face immediately lit up with the biggest smile, making Patton melt. He watched as Logan put a kitten in his shirt pocket and two on his lap. Logan then set another on his head and the last one on his shoulder, leaving the mama cat, Sammy, kitten-less and given a well deserved break.

Sammy meowed at Logan before jumping off, leaving her kittens to snuggle with the kind man. “Bye Sammy,” Logan said, before turning back to work.

The lady stared at Logan in awe. She gave a small ‘oh’ before leaving with the bird she adopted. Patton smiled as she walked off, happy to have proved her wrong.

~~~

It didn’t take long for Patton and Logan to realize they would need a better way to get to work faster. Both their apartments were about an hour to thirty minutes from the shelter, so they had to get up extremely early. Not to mention the late hoodies they already worked.

“We can’t run on three hours of sleep forever, Lo,” Patton yawned.

“I know,” Logan said, rubbing his eyes. “But for both of us to move would be expensive. It would also take up a lot of time we don’t have to give.”

Patton taped his chin for a second, thinking of a solution. “We could move in together?” He suggested. “It would save us money, be more convenient, and we won’t have to waste a lot of time moving! We could even call Roman and Remus to help unpack!”

Logan nodded. “It would be beneficial for both of us,” he mused. “Okay, I like your idea. But we need to plan it out. We can’t be gone from the shelter for too long or Virgil will have a panic attack.”

Patton smiled. “Okay! I’ll start looking for houses nearby!” He said, opening his laptop to search. Logan smiled as he watched Patton search for houses. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was very excited about the idea of sharing a house with his best friend.

~~~

Patton watched with a small smile on his face as Logan walked around the shelter with at least four dogs trotting after him. He also noticed a black cat had fallen asleep on Logan's shoulders and a small bird was snoozing in his hair. Logan saw Patton watching and walked over to him, beaming.

“Ah, Patton! I’ve been looking for you,” he said.

“Oh? And what can I do for you?” Patton asked, smiling back.

“I’ve got a few more adoption papers for you!” Logan told him. “Two cats and one dog!”

Patton laughed at Logan’s enthusiasm. “Alright, let me see,” he said. Logan handed him the papers and he skimmed them quickly. “Alright! I’ll send Roman over for a house inspection tomorrow.”

Logan nodded and walked off, still smiling. Patton noticed that the amount of animals had increased in the few minutes he stood still, as he walked away.

~~~

Logan watched as Patton smiled when another animal was adopted. More specifically, how cute he looked smiling. Usually, he thought nothing of it, but today he just couldn’t shake how adorable Patton looked in the skirt he insisted on wearing even though Logan had told him it would get ruined (and at the end of the day, it was) and how well it worked with his wide smile.

Patton looked in Logan’s direction and his smile turned from customer service to one of his genuine smiles. The kind you can’t say no to.

Logan sat up a little straighter (read gayer) as Patton made his way over. 

“Hi, Lo! Did you need something?” He asked in his cheery tone.

“Oh no, I’m fine!” Logan said. “Just… umm… getting some work done! Yeah, that’s it!” He rushed in a panic.

“Okay, well I’m going to go get lunch! Roman brought sandwiches! Do you want anything?” 

Logan shook his head. “I brought my own lunch, thanks,” he told him, pointing to his lunchbox. Most days it held not only a tuna sandwich and an orange, but treats for the animals that sit around him.

“Okay! If you change your mind, let me know!” Patton smiled, walking off.

Logan waved goodbye before slumping in his chair letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Sammy meowed in protest as he laid his head on her tail.

“Sorry, Sam,” he mumbled. “He’s just too cute!”

Sammy meowed in acknowledgement before tucking her tail in and laying back down.

“Did you just call Patton cute?”

Logan jumped at Virgil’s voice, startling Sammy again and the bird who decided Logan’s hair would make a good napping spot.

“Virgil!” He cried, adjusting his tie nervously. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

“Sorry,” Virgil shrugged. “But you’re avoiding my question. Did you just call Patton cute?”

Logan sighed and covered his face. “Yes.”

“Why?” Virgil asked. Then realization dawned on him. “Oh my god, you like Patton.”

Logan’s face turned red and he quickly shushed Virgil. “Don’t say it so loud!” He hissed.

Virgil laughed. “Everyone knows, L. It’s no secret. Well, except to Patton,” he said shrugging. “Poor dude is too innocent for his own good,” Virgil mused.

“Do you have any advice for me?” Logan pleaded, snapping Virgil from his thoughts.

Virgil nodded. “Yeah.”

Logan stared at him for a second. “Well? What is it?” He asked, growing impatient.

“You don’t know?” Virgil asked, shocked. When Logan shook his head no, Virgil groaned. “You’re hopeless.”

Logan began to panic. “What does that mean?!” He cried.

Virgil laughed. “No, dude, like, you’ve never asked out a crush before?”

Logan’s face turned a light shade of pink. “You’re suggesting I ask Patton out?” He whispered. Virgil nodded. “You’re insane!” He cried.

“Who is?” Patton asked.

Logan jumped. Again. “No one!” He exclaimed, adjusting his tie. “What can I help you with, Patton?” Logan asked. 

“Roman found a kitten hiding under a car at a car dealership and I was wondering if you could help us get it to eat?” Patton asked. Logan saw Patton looked distressed and felt his chest tighten at the sight. 

Logan nods. “Absolutely, tell me where it is,” he said, standing up.

Patton smiled. Logan’s heart jumped at his new favorite sight. “Thank you Logan! They’re both in the lamp room,” he said. The lamp room was where they had all their heat lamps for snakes, lizards, and other reptiles. Sometimes they used it for baby animals (like kittens) that had no mother for warmth. 

Virgil smiled as Logan walked away with Patton. He pulled out his phone and started to text his friend, Remy. They didn’t usually hire outsiders, but Virgil introduced him to Logan and Patton and they quickly hired him. Remy was also really good with birds for some reason.

You: u and ro are gonna help me set up our bosses

Sleep King: k. when we startin?

You: lunch. imma talk to ro dont b l8

Sleep King: k see u then

Virgil put his phone up and followed the others into the lamp room to talk to Roman. They had a date to plan.

~~~

Patton smiled as Logan finally got the sick kitten to drink some formula. Normally, Logan wouldn’t have to do this, but there were no mother cats willing to provide milk. Hence, the bottle of kitten formula.

He watched as Logan smiled and pet the small cat for doing such a good job. Patton decided then and there he would do whatever he could to make Logan smile like that more often.

Roman noticed Patton’s helpless staring and nudged him. “You good, Pops?” He asked.

Patton blinked and stopped starting at Logan. “Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?”

Roman laughed a little. “You’re kinda staring at Logan,” he said.

Patton’s face burned red. “O-oh! I didn’t notice,” he mumbled.

Roman stared at him for a second before grinning. “You have a crush on Logan,” it was a statement, not a question.

“Noooo…” Patton lied, looking away. “What makes you say that?”

Roman tried to hide his giggles but he failed miserably. “Oh my god you do!” He laughed. “You have a crush o-“

Patton put a hand over Roman’s mouth before he could finish his sentence. “Okay! I do! But don’t tell him!” He pleaded.

Roman rolled his eyes but nodded nonetheless. Patton removed his hand and sighed. “Fine. But I’m telling the others.”

Patton paled. “You can’t! No one can know!” He cried.

“You can’t expect me to keep this a secret from everyone?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow.

“A gay can dream, can’t he?” Patton said with a sad but hopeful smile.

“I’m telling Remy and Virgil,” Roman said. “And possibly Remus and Janus,” he added after some thought.

Patton lowered his head in defeat. “As long as Logan doesn’t find out, you can tell whoever,” he mumbled.

Roman took one look at his friend’s sad expression and sighed. “Fine. I’ll only tell Virgil and Remy. Deal?”

Patton nodded, smiling a little. “Deal!”

~~~

Remy sipped his iced coffee as he waited for Virgil and Roman I’m the breakroom. He had been waiting for a few minutes and was starting to get impatient. Usually Virgil didn’t keep him waiting this long.

“Sorry we're late!” Virgil said, stumbling through the doorway with Roman close behind. Both men looked a little rough.

Remy whistled. “Why were you two late? Wait, don’t tell me,” he said, smirking. He laughed at his friend’s red face. “Relax! I’m kidding! I know what really happened.”

“Remy!” Virgil cried. “Get your mind out of the gutter!”

Remy lowered his sunglasses, looking Virgil right in the eye. “It’s not in the gutter, babe. I never said what really happened.”

“Whatever! What’s going on?” Roman asked, changing the subject. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out the salad he had been saving. “Virgil said something about setting up some guys?”

“Yeah, Logan and Patton,” Virgil said. “Logan has this huge crush on Patton but he’s too chicken to do anything about it.”

Roman laughed. “This is perfect! Patton just told me he also had a crush on our Nerdy Wolverine!” He told them.

Remy shrugged. “Well, the answer is pretty simple. We set up two fake dinners. One between Virgil and Logan and one between Roman and Patton. Then, when they both accept, you both stand them up and watch from a different table,” Remy said it like it was obvious. 

Roman stared at him. “That is so cheesy and cliché!” He cried. Then he smirked. “I’m in.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ve got nothing better to do anyway.”

And just like that, they had a plan.

~~~

Roman and Virgil got off the phone about the same time, setting up their fake dinner dates. Virgil felt bad about lying to his friends, but Roman assured him it was in that name of love.

“They’ll thank us later,” Roman said.

“Let's hope so,” Virgil mumbled, snuggling into his side. “Cuddle me to make me feel better?” He asked.

Roman put an arm around Virgil. “Of course,” he said.

Remy groaned. “Get up you two! You have a date to stalk!” He whined.

“Can’t you do it? They could recognize us! Plus, you’d get to see the date first hand,” Virgil said smiling.

“You got me there,” Remy mused. “Fine! You can stay. I got some gays to stalk,” he said, walking away.

~~~

Logan fiddled with his tie as he waited for Virgil to show up. Virgil was never late and he was starting to worry. What could make Virgil forty minutes late? To a reserved time no less!

He was pulled from his spiraling by the sound of crying. Looking around he noticed Patton wasn’t far from him. Not only that, he was the one in tears. It broke his heart to see him so sad, so he walked over and put a hand on his back.

“Patton? Are you okay?” Logan asked.

Patton shook his head and wiped at his tears. “N-no. Roman said we would meet up for dinner here but it’s been almost an hour and he’s still not here!” He sobbed. Patton turned to him and it broke Logan’s heart to see his friend so distraught. “Do you think he lied to me?” He whispered, sounding scared.

Logan used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear. “Or course not. He’s probably running late! Virgil was going to meet me here too, but he hasn’t showed up either,” Logan said, smiling.

Patton tilted his head in confusion. He looked like a confused puppy to be honest. “Virgil’s never late to anything,” he said.

“I know, that’s why I’m a little concerned,” Logan sighed. Then he pulled out his phone. “I’ll call him and ask if he’s okay.”

Logan pulled out his phone and dialed Virgil’s number, praying he would pick up this time. Thankfully, he did.

“Hey Logan?” It was more of a question than a greeting. “How’s it going?”

“Where are you?” Logan asked, tapping his foot in frustration. “It’s been forty minutes! And do you know where Roman is? He stood Patton up and I found him crying outside the building!” He seethed.

On the other end, Virgil sighed. “I-I’m sorry okay? It was Remy’s idea. And Roman’s sitting right next to me.”

“What’s going on?! What was Remy’s idea?!” Logan cried.

Logan heard some movement on the other side and suddenly, Roman was the one in possession of the phone.

“Okay, L, listen up! You and Patton obviously have deep romantic feelings for each other and neither of you are doing a thing about it! So me, Remy, and Virgil set you guys up on a date! You’re welcome!” Roman said smugly. “Now go enjoy your date!” He declared before hanging up.

“Roman? Roman!” Logan yelled into the phone, hoping it would bring him back. 

“Is everything okay?” Patton asked. Thankfully, his tears had dried by now and was looking a little less sad.

“Yes. They’re both fine. For now,” Logan added, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.

“What do you mean ‘for now’?” Patton asked, raising an eyebrow. When Logan didn’t answer he pressed further. “Logan, what do you mean?”

Logan sighed. “They set us up on a date by asking both of us to attend a dinner and ditching us both. Leaving us to spend the night together,” he explained.

“Oh! That’s not so bad, right?” Patton asked.

Logan shrugged, but smiled nonetheless. “Yeah, you’re right,” he said. Then he took Patton’s hand and led him to the front door and opened it. “Shall we?”

Patton giggled. “We shall.”

A few years later, the partner-owned animal shelter would become a family business, but for now they would enjoy dinner dates every Sunday and movie night almost every day after work. All thanks to their friends.

Logan was still going to tear them apart later, though.

#logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #princxiety #sleep sanders #remy sanders #background princxiety #remus sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #sanders sides #eevee writes

[elisaphoenix13]

Papa Bear Mode

Valerie had two stuffed animals she absolutely had to have with her at all times. One was the teddy bear that Peter got when he was turned into a baby for a third time, and passed it down to her. The other was a little stuffed cow that Harley won for her at the state fair. The teddy bear was almost as big as her so she slept against it a lot, but the cow was smaller and much easier to carry around.

At the moment, the toddler was cocooned in a large blanket with her cow in her arms and her teddy bear next to her, and lying on the couch with her head on one of Stephen's legs. When the sorcerer went into her room to wake her for the day, she had whined miserably and Stephen soon discovered the fever she was running. So he took her down to the kitchen to give her something to eat that would be easy on her stomach, gave her some medicine, and then bundled her up on the couch. He put on her favorite cartoon and she promptly laid her head in his lap and stuck her thumb in her mouth.

Athena saw the sick baby in her master's lap, so instead of nudging the little girl so she can have some space in Stephen's lap, the wolf laid at the doctor's feet. That was how most of the morning was spent. At one point, the alarms went off for some kind of Avenger level emergency, and it had startled Valerie out of her light doze so badly that she cried. Stephen stayed behind to soothe her and because someone needed to be home to look after the baby anyway.

Stephen eventually took to gently petting his youngest daughter's hair as he read his book and tuned out the cartoons playing on the tv, but that was cut short when the Avengers got back from their fight. Harley was looking a little sheepish and Stephen soon found out why when Bucky stepped into view.

The man was covered in glitter. From head to toe.

Stephen immediately points in the direction of the elevator. "Get off of my floor with that abominable stuff on you."

"It was Harley." The soldier says after spitting out a few flecks of glitter.

After Bucky carefully shuffles back to the elevator, the sorcerer wrinkles his nose at the small trails and spots of sparkly dust left behind on the carpet. "Harley--"

"Dad asked me to distract the enemy!" Harley immediately defends and Tony pinches the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh.

"I didn't expect you to use a glitter bomb! How did you manage to sneak that into your suit anyway?"

The rest of the Avengers roll their eyes and walk into the kitchen to raid the fridge for a well-deserved snack, and Natasha walks back into the living room with a bag of baby carrots and some ranch. She sits in front of Valerie on the floor after gently cooing to the baby in Russian, and everyone else either files in to suffer through Valerie's cartoons or remain in the kitchen to have their own conversations. Sam was one of the few that braved the living room, and according to him, Bucky was in firing range of the glitter bomb, so not only had Harley showered the enemy in endless amounts of glitter, but poor Bucky had been caught in the crossfire. That man would be shaking glitter off for the next month.

The upside was that it successfully distracted the enemy. What villain expected a glitter bomb in the middle of a fight?

Stephen sighs. "I don't care if you use glitter bombs in battle...just as long as you don't hit anyone else that can bring it home!" He emphasizes.

"It was an accident!" Harley defends again with a huff.

"Clean the carpet." Stephen orders and the teen groans as he walks away in search of the vacuum cleaner.

Like that would really help.

Tibbs wanders out of Peter's bedroom and down to the living room, jumping over Athena so he can get to the part of the couch Valerie is taking up. He stands in his hind legs, holding himself up with his front paws on the couch and meows curiously at the two year old on the couch. Valerie pries her thumb out of her mouth to reach out and pet the feline, and Tibbs purrs happily just before hopping up onto the couch to lay next to the sick toddler. When Valerie doesn't protest her new companion, Stephen returns his attention to his book.

About half an hour later, Scott and Quill step onto the family floor, each holding one of the twins, and both toddlers looking miserable. Stephen smiles gently and sets up a little nest of blankets and pillows with Natasha's help on the floor after Sam moves the coffee table, and the twins are gently laid on the floor. Valerie willingly moves to join Hunter and Hailey, and both Athena and Tibbs curl up with her as Scott and Quill collapse on the couch where Valerie had previously been.

"Have you given them any medicine?" Stephen asks quietly.

"I couldn't find any." Scott answers and the sorcerer nods and disappears into the kitchen.

"The poor babies." Natasha croons. "Something must be going around."

Stephen walks in with a bottle of medicine for the kids and gives each of them a dose so they can try and go to sleep. Valerie was due for another dose anyway, so they took their medicine without much of a fuss and Stephen changed the cartoons into a Disney movie. Hunter whines for Quill quietly ten minutes into the movie, and the celestial sighs before crawling onto the floor and settling next to his son, grumbling softly when Hunter curls as close as possible to him.

"Get some sleep kiddo."

Natasha smiles. "I'm sure they'll sleep if Papa Bear purrs."

"Give me thirty seconds and I will. I just got off my graveyard shift at the station." Quill responds with a yawn.

Stephen chuckles when the god does indeed fall asleep not even thirty seconds later, his purring snores soothing all three kids into at least a light doze.

"Thanks Stephen." Scott rubs his eyes. "They were fine this morning. It hit them pretty hard and fast."

"It's no problem. It will be easier to keep an eye on them when they're all together anyway." Stephen replies.

Harley comes back with the vacuum cleaner and groans again when he sees the three two-year-olds and Quill all sleeping. "What now?!"

Stephen hushes his oldest and cleans up the glitter with some of his magic. "I'll let you off this once since your sister and the twins are sick. Go put the vacuum back."

Harley grumbles under his breath as he tows the vacuum away. Even at nineteen he was causing trouble. He was responsible when it counted, like going to college...and he always babysat one or both of his sister without much of a fuss. If there was any. He still pulled stupid stunts like the glitter bomb and shooting Quill with his potato gun though.

Stephen was still waiting for the celestial to lose his shit and snap Harley's neck. He was convinced the possibility was on the horizon. Then again, that chance could have passed by after the twins were born. Hunter and Hailey were a whole different breed of troll. They were good kids but always seemed to have some sort of mission to make their father's life difficult. Just yesterday, Stephen went down to see if the twins wanted to watch a movie with Valerie, and found Quill passed out on the couch with both kids sitting on his chest and eating poptarts. Scott was quietly tapping away on his laptop in the kitchen and looked up at Stephen with an amused smirk before explaining that Quill had only been awake for an hour before his impromptu nap. Hunter had taken to streaking across the floor and Hailey tried to pour herself some cereal.

When Stephen asked where the younger man was during all of the chaos, Scott laughed and said…

"Asleep."

Thankfully the twins had been cleaned and dressed before the god tapped out. He was covered in crumbs when he woke up though.

Stephen glances up from his book when he sees Levi fluttering around the two year olds and huffs when the cloak finally settles on laying over the three of them. Levi always acted as a bit of a nursemaid whenever the kids were sick. If a child was part of Mama Bear's collection of cubs, the cloak fussed over them just like Stephen did. Keeping the sick kid warm, getting glasses of water, or in the occasional disgusting moment, as a tissue. Stephen always threw Levi in the wash immediately after. He refused to wear the cloak after having snot and mucus rubbed onto it one way or another.

"Mom, Quill's being too loud." Sam jokes and Stephen waves a hand at him lazily.

"Then go find something else to do."

"Hell no. I wanna watch Finding Nemo."

Natasha snickers. "Come on Mom. Make him stop. We can't hear the tv."

Stephen turns a page in his book. "Scott, do something about your husband's snoring."

"No thanks. You can all deal with it. If he moves, Hunter will wake up and whine."

Nat and Sam smirk and stop with their feigned complaining and the rest of the Avengers remaining on the floor join them in the living room. Stephen and Scott stretch out on the couch they're sitting on, both smirking at the dirty look Tony gives them before he smacks Scott's legs down. The younger grumbles as the engineer sits, and sets Stephen's legs back over his lap while Steve, Rhodey, Wanda, and Vision occupy the other couches.

"Mommmmm...Tony hit me!" Scott whines and Stephen rolls his eyes.

"You know, I'm starting to hate the Mama Bear title again."

Valerie stirs underneath Levi and whimpers. "Mama."

Okay, he was starting to hate it to an extent. He still loved hearing his kids call him some form of it, and he immediately answered to his youngest's plea by closing his book and laying next to her on the floor after getting Athena to make room. Tibbs just sprawled out on top of Levi over Hailey, and Athena laid her head on the sorcerer's side once he settled next to Valerie. Usually an entire team/family pile might have happened, but there were sick babies and they didn't want to suffocate them anymore.

Sam was already using his shirt as a makeshift fan. "Damn tic-tac. How do you sleep in the same bed as Quill? I'm a couple feet away and I can feel the heat he gives off!"

Scott shrugs. "Guess I got used to it."

"I'm concerned your kids are going to be turned into puddles."

"They're used to it too. They'll sweat out the fever faster anyway." Scott answers.

Sam starts poking at Quill's back and shoulders, making the celestial grumble in his sleep.

"Is there a button to turn it off or at least turn it down?"

The darker male continues to poke and prod at the god and Scott snickers when Sam pulls his finger away with a hiss. The last place he poked burning with a small white ember.

"I think he burned me!"

"Guess you found the defense mechanism." Stephen jests and everyone snickers.

#mama bear stephen strange #mama bear au #stephen strange #tony stark #ironstrange #harley keener #peter quill #scott lang #antlord #celestial quill #avengers #valerie stark strange (oc) #hunter harris quill (oc) #hailey meredith quill (oc)

[softpepperony]

Mission: Kitten

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,508

Warnings: VERY brief mention of animal abuse

Summary: You fall in love with a kitten from the shelter you volunteer at. After meeting him, Bucky does too, he just takes his sweet time to admit it. FLUFF

*This is my first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad, I’m sorry. Don’t be afraid to leave constructive criticism or even prompts in my inbox! TY<3*

You got in your car with your new cat, Finnigan. After years of volunteering at the local animal shelter, you’re surprised you’ve made it this long without taking at least one of the animals you take care of home. Part of the reason was that your boyfriend, Bucky had made the “no pets” rule. It wasn’t that he didn’t like animals or was allergic, he was just worried that your lifestyles wouldn’t make allowances for such adorable little balls of fur. After all, he was an Avenger and you worked for S.H,I.E.L.D, so your lives were a little unpredictable. But this little guy stole your heart the minute you saw him. He’s just over six months old with long black and white fur. His missing eye and smushed face are just to die for. You set Finnigan’s, or Finny’s for short, carrier in your passenger seat and began to make the drive home. 

“Oh Finny”, you say to the carrier to your right, “I’m sure he’ll love you... don’t be nervous... are you nervous?”

Of course he isn’t nervous you think to yourself He’s a cat! You’re the one who’s nervous [Y/N]

The rest of the ride home was you rehearsing how tonight would go 

“Hey Buck... You know I love you very much.. right” no

“Hey babe... don’t be mad at me BUT” oh no, he’s definitely gonna be mad

“Hey buck... iknowyousaidnopetsbutthisoneisspecialandicouldn’tsaynosopleasecanwekeephim” Well, at least it’s straight to the point. 

You pull into the driveway before you were done planning the scenario in your head.  

“looks like I’m winging it” you mutter under your breath. 

You get out of the car and take Finny’s carrier in one hand and fling your bag over your shoulder with the other. You were just about to open the door, but Bucky beat you to it. 

“Hey doll, how was the shelter today?” a soft voice asks as he pulls you into a hug.

“Oh ya know, it was.... great just.....great” you reply, trying to conceal Finnigan’s carrier behind your legs. 

“Oh? Is Everything ok? Here.. let me take your bags for you” He takes your purse from your shoulder and then reaches for the carrier. “Um Doll, what’s that?”

Shoot. Uhhhh cover it up

“Bucky.. that’s my purse... I take that with me everywhere... It has my phone, wallet, keys..” 

“I mean... what’s... why is that plastic case meowing?” 

Buckyyyyy this wasn’t part of the plan

“Look, Buck.. I know you had told me no pets, but this little guy... I just.. couldn’t say no to him. He hasn’t left me alone since we brought him in” You say as you lift Finnigan out of his carrier. “I mean, c’mon look at his little face! And his fluffy fur!!” 

“[Y/N], I told you, we can’t have a pet. We can’t take care of a pet! Maybe if you brought home something smaller like a fish, it would’ve been fine! But a cat? Where is he gonna sleep? What does he eat? What if he makes a mess of our place?” He looks at your falling expression, “what if we have to go on a mission all of a sudden?”

“Bucky, It’d be YOU going on a mission, remember? I’m the brains, you’re the muscle.”

“Doll....”

“Please Buck, please?”

As hard as he’s tried, Bucky Barnes could never say no to you. 

You notice Bucky deep in thought, after a few seconds and your puppy dog eyes looking directly at him, he finally declares, “Fine, I suppose he could stay. For a little bit at least” 

“YAY! Bucky, thank you so much!!!” You throw your arms around him, leaving almost no room for poor Finny. You don’t realize this until you hear a faint squeak come from between your bodies. “Sorry Finny, I’m just so happy you’re finally home” 

You bring your purse and Finny inside, leaving Bucky to take the carrier. 

“I just want you to know this is TEMPORARY” You hear Bucky’s voice call from behind. “what are we going to do with him?”

“Well, he’ll need a bed, food, a water dish... a litter box” you reply.

“And where exactly will we get these things from?”

“Well, if you don’t mind staying here, I can run to the store and-”

The door opens and Sam Wilson enters. 

“Hey guys I was just wondering if- well who is this??” Sam asks when Finnigan starts rubbing his ankles, a cats way of asking for attention.

“That’s Finnigan” you answer as Sam picks him up, “I was actually just on my way out to pick up some supplies for him”

“You were?” Bucky asks

“Well, yes unless you would like to go and I’ll stay with the cat?”

“So you’re telling me you just brought this cat home on a whim five minutes ago and now you want to leave me alone with it?”

“Do you need someone to watch him?” Sam interjects, holding and petting Finn while Finny purrs away in his arms. “Because... if you do.. I really don’t mind”

“You’re a bird, Sam, aren’t you supposed to be AFRAID of cats?” Bucky retorts.

“Nah, not this one dude. What’s he gonna do? Snuggle me to death?” Sam answers and Finnigan mews in agreement. 

“Tell ya what, [Y/N], Sam and I will stay with the cat while you go out and get him some things. Ok?” Bucky offers. He’s volunteering to watch him, that’s a good sign, right?

“Sounds good” you say, grabbing the keys to you car off the shelf, “See you guys later. Please don’t wreck anything OR HIM while I’m gone”

The door closes. Sam and Bucky make their way to the furniture that’s set up in the loft.

“So when did you decide to adopt a cat? I always thought you hated animals!” Sam questions while lounging in the large armchair and placing his feet on the coffee table.

“Sam- it-it’s not that I hate animals, it’s just... having such an unpredictable lifestyle...” 

“Buck, I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s not like [Y/N] goes on these missions too. Sure being a Shield agent can be unpredictable at times, but if worse comes to worst, you could always hire a sitter” Sam attempts to calm his nerves.

“A sitter.. for a cat? Sam c’mon don’t you think that’s a little much?” 

“Nah man, people do that all the time!”

“Ok fine, but what if he breaks stuff, or worse, gets hurt? I swear I’ll never hear the end of it!” 

“Bucky, he’s a kitten, look man, he’s already asleep” they both glance down at Sam’s lap where a sleepy Finnigan lays contentedly. 

“Maybe for now”

“Having a pet may not exactly be easy but be thankful it’s a cat. She could’ve come home with a tarantula... or another exotic animal, one of those 14 foot long snakes” Sam laughs. 

“At least those guys stay in their enclosure” 

It seemed like nothing was ever going to make Bucky ok with the idea of having a cat. No matter how hard Sam tried to talk to him, it would always come back to “but what if we get called on a mission?” “what if he ruins our house?” “his fur is gonna get everywhere it’s gonna be so messy!”

The door opens and you enter with an armful of Petsmart bags. Finnigan’s little ears perk up in his sleepy state. Once he realizes what’s going on, he jumps off of Sam’s lap and runs over to greet his new mother. 

“Hi Finny baby!!!” You baby talk to the kitten, “I’m back and I have some food, a bed and some toys for you sweetie!! Are you excited?” Finny meows back and Bucky shakes his head.

“It’s gonna be ok, man” Sam reassures him. 

You don’t waste any time in setting up the kittens living area. You set his food and water dishes down on a mat on the tile floor of the kitchen, his bed right near the furniture in the loft and unpack a wand with some ribbons attached for him to play with. You drag the ribbon across the floor and watch as Finnigan scrambles to catch it. Sam laughs, Bucky does too but as soon as he knows you’ve noticed, he goes back to being unamused. 

“Oh! And one more thing!” you say, pulling a teal blue collar with reflective stars on it out of it’s packaging, “I got you a collar and will be ordering tags just in case you get lost!” you put the collar around Finny’s neck. 

“You got him a collar? [Y/N], you know we can’t keep him right? We are only taking care of him until we find him a family that wants him”

“Bucky... please” you beg. 

“[Y/N] no, I told you this is only temporary. He’s cute and all but we really can’t have him running around making a mess of things and getting his fur everywhere!”

You decide that having Finny home with you for now is good enough, at least Bucky let the cat inside... which is more than you thought he’d do. 

“Hey guys, it was fun hanging but it is getting pretty late. I’m gonna head back home. If you guys, or Finny, need anything, you know where I’m at” Sam gives Finny one last pat on the head before closing your door. 

In all the excitement, you really didn’t realize just how quickly time moves. You glance at the clock, 12:01 am. It’s definitely time to call it a night. Bucky makes his way to your shared room while you pick Finny up and give him a kiss goodnight.

“It’s ok Finny, we’ll convince him sooner or later” you promise to the kitten while setting him in his bed. He purrs and drifts off to sleep. You head off to bed as well. 

You wake up the next morning and find Finnigan(by some miracle) right where you had left him. You start brewing the coffee, throw some bagels in the toaster and then go to sit with your new baby. 

“Good morning Finny” you greet him. He nuzzles his little face against your hand and you start petting him. “How’d you sleep little guy? You must have really slept huh? Cause I found you right where I left you last night. I thought kittens like to cause mischief while their parents were asleep but not you sweetheart, you’re an angel” you continue to have this one sided conversation with the kitten until you hear the toaster go off. You stand up to take the bagels out but Bucky beats you to it.

“It’s ok doll, I’ll get them, you can keep talking” A small smile forms on Bucky’s face which he immediately wipes away when he sees you’ve noticed. You stand up anyway to go greet him with a kiss. 

“Morning baby, how’d you sleep?” you ask

“I slept all right darlin, howabout you?”

“All right as well”

“Do you want cream cheese or butter on your bagel?”

“Cream cheese please!”

“What time are you going to the shelter today, doll?”

“I was going to head out as soon as we finished breakfast. We just got in this litter of kittens, 4 of them found in a plastic bag on the side of the highway, mother nowhere to be seen”

“Okay doll, does that mean I’m watching Finnigan?” Bucky asks while pouring two mugs of coffee. 

“If you don’t mind”

“So am I just going to be left with the cat every day?”

“Not everyday Buck, besides. He’s so cute! How can you be mad about spending time with a face like that?”

“Not mad, doll.” he pauses, “and I suppose I could watch him today”

“Thank you” 

You finish up breakfast and quickly get ready. You give Bucky and Finny a kiss goodbye and then head to your car. The day went by so slow. All you wanted to do was be home to spend time with your furbaby, but you also realized there were other animals that needed caring for. You went through your daily routine of cleaning the cats crates, playing with them, making sure they all had food and water, and brushing them as well. Especially the long haired cats. They always required a little extra care because of their easily tangled coats. You and another girl you worked with took the dogs for a walk and cleaned their crates. Caring for 40+ animals daily was a lot of work but well worth the gross and tired feeling at the end of the day.  By the time the end of the day arrived, you were ready to be home. 

You pulled in the driveway and opened the door to a seemingly empty house.

“Bucky? Finny? Anyone here?” you called, hoping there would be an answer. 

“In here doll” you heard a call from the bedroom. 

“Please tell me you have the cat as well” 

“I do” Bucky replied, and you relaxed. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, Buck would you mind getting dinner started?” you ask. 

“That would be a question for Finnigan” 

“Bucky what are you talking about?” 

You open the bedroom door to find Bucky laying on the bed with Finnigan sprawled out across his legs, both of them were clearly comfortable, ESPECIALLY Finnigan. You could hear his purrs all the way to the door. You smile and shake your head. 

“I thought you didn’t like him” you tease.

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like him, it’s just that I was scared to be responsible for another life when mine is so unpredictable. But [Y/N], he hasn’t left my side all day and just has the cutest little voice. And look at him! He’s so fluffy and his little face with his missing eye! How can you not absolutely be in love?”

“Bucky, this is what I’ve been trying to show you! So...”

“What, doll?” 

“Can he stay”

“Of course” 

Nothing made you happier than hearing that. You loved Bucky with your whole heart and seeing him fall in love with that kitten made you love him even more. You place a quick kiss on his lips before saying “Thank you”. He wraps his strong arm around you and pulls you into his chest. He kisses your forehead as you nuzzle into him further. Finnigan walks up to rub his face against yours and licks your nose delicately before laying beside you. Everything is perfect. You’re with the love of your life, and Finny is yours and Bucky’s forever. This little family is all you could’ve asked for and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“I love you” you tell Bucky 

“I love you” he replies, “And Finnigan too” patting the almost asleep kitten on the head. 

“I’m so lucky” you mumble, so tired you can barely speak.

Bucky grins and holds you closer. 

“Go to sleep doll, you’ve had a long day”

And so you do, you drift off to sleep in his arms with your kitten right beside you.

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff #avenger fanfiction #avengers x reader #sebastian stan

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Secrets

Marvin could name a few disadvantages with turning into a cat. Namely, finding yourself plucked off the floor while you were trying to prowl down the hallway unnoticed. 

He felt himself plucked from the ground by a pair of hands from under his stomach before he even noticed anyone in the hall with him, almost imminently wrapped up in a pair of warm arms while his huger buried his face in the white fur running down his back, cooing at the pretty kitty. Marvin felt himself stiffen before relaxing into the arms, flickering his ear. He could hear the dim drum of static, which he mistook for the familiar hum of the lights that always seemed so loud when he turned into a cat, until his holder spoke. 

“What a pretty kitty~” Anti coo’d, brushing a hand down Marvin’s head to the tip of his tail. “Where’d you come from, huh?” he was continuing to walk, but he seemed aimless, just wondering around as he was careful not to let the all white norwegian forest cat in his arms bounce to much from his movements. 

Marvin jerked his head up, craning to back to look up at Anti. The glitch was grinning, flicking his finger over one of Marvin’s ears, but there was no recognition in his eyes. Come to think of it, Marvin wasn’t sure if he’d ever told Anti about his ability to shift into other forms, but he’d kinda just assumed Anti would recognize him anyhow. Apparently... he was wrong?

Anti’s fingers drifted down, brushing some of Marvin’s fluffy fur aside to look at the collar around his neck. A little transmutation of his clothing, so he didn’t lose it when he transformed. Anti tsked. “No tag, huh? Well how is anyone supposed to find out where you’re from if you get lost? You must be in indoor baby, aren't you? Bet you scratch up all the furniture with those sharp claws of yours~” 

Oh, his claws were out in his surprise. Also because he was low-key afraid of being dropped. Marvin considered retracting them... but that might give him away, and he kinda wanted to see if he could mess with the glitch like this. Instead he dug his paws into Anti’s shirt, using it to hoist himself up onto Anti’s shoulders and wrap around them, wacking his tail into Anti’s face while doing so. Anti laughed. 

“Aw, someone likes to be tall.” Anti said, shooing Marvin’s tail away. It thumped back into his face with a foosh sound. “Silly kitty. Guess you wanna play, huh?” his hands found Marvin again, and before the magician could do so much as meow, Anti glitched them away. It was a lot... gentler than Marvin had thought Anti’s glitching would feel like. It was like the world around them flickered and suddenly they were standing somewhere new, as if they’d already been standing here. 

Here being... where was this? Marvin turned his head slowly, blinking once as he took in the room. It was a single room, with wooden walls and a ceiling, part of the room sectioned off by a short latter and ledge forming a shelf where boxes had been stacked. A bed and desk where shoved under the latter, with what looked like a closet to the side. Against one wall was a dresser, a nightstand, an oven, and a small table with a microwave and some plates. And there were random electronics... everywhere. There was even a whole server rack shoved into one corner, and despite not being plugged into anything, was blinking with slow, green lights. 

He didn’t have long to think of it before Anti dropped him onto the bed, which was covered in a surprisingly large amount of plushies of various types. Where these... Anti’s??? Marvin didn’t think he was the type. But Anti laid down on the next to Marvin, digging around in the pile before finally pulling out a little plush of Sam, dangling it by its tail in front of Marvin. He blinked, before reaching out a paw with his claws retracted, swatting at the toy. 

Anti giggled, bouncing the plushy around and making Marvin chase it around the pile of stuffed animals. “Ah, look at that. The ferocious predator, stalking it’s prey. It sneaks up on the poor unsuspecting Sam, unwavering, waiting for the moment to strike~” Anti narrated, drifting the Sam across the sheets slowly. Marvin narrowed his eyes and considered ignoring the toy just to spite him, than decided to leap at Anti’s hand instead. Anti yelped and pulled his hand back just in time, leaving the Sam defenseless for Marvin to swat around, laying on his side to play with the plush. 

“Victory!” Anti cheered, scratching behind Marvin’s ear. “Do you like it, kitty? That was a gift from a friend of mine, so just be careful, okay?” Anti laid his head down by Marvin, watching him play, but he sounded distant. Like he was talking more to himself than the cat he didn’t think could understand him. “It was my first plush actually. You know, I used to think these things were so silly, cause what do you even stuffed animals for? But I don’t know... there was something nice about having it, and I started to collect more and now...” Anti paused, laughing and knocking a stuffed pumpkin with a happy face on it over. Wasn’t that from Steven Uni- “I think I might be developing an addiction to these things.” Anti laughed. 

Rolling over, Anti sighed contently, one hand absentmindedly petting the kitty. “You’re not gonna tell anyone, are you kitty?” Anti chuckled. “Course not. what would you even understand about dumb old human problems? I could tell you anything. Like- that time I broke Chase’s mario pipe mug, and threw away the pieces before he noticed. He’s got like, fifty of those things, and he never even uses them! Just puts them up on his shelf and looks at them!”

Marvin flicked an ear in Anti’s direction, trying not to give away that he was listening as he began to purr. Yes, he would have said if he were human. Tell me more gossip. Even without being prompted, Anti seemed eager to just let himself talk. “Or... what about that time Henrik was getting addicted to his... I wouldn’t even call that stuff coffee, there was what? Five hour energy drinks, triple espresso, some vodka, a little pinch of sugar, and some other stuff mixed into that stuff? He stopped sleeping after drinking it, it was crazy.” a sigh. “So I stole one of Marv’s sleep potions and swapped it out for the coffee when he wasn’t looking. He didn’t even taste the difference! That he ended up crashing, and after he woke up, Jackie got everyone together for an intervention.” 

He remembered that. They’d all been alarmed to find out what the doctor of their friend circle had been putting into his body, but he hadn’t realized Anti had stolen any of his potion. Huh. He’d need to keep a better lock on those things in the future. 

“He’s gotten so good at that sort of thing, too.” Anti continued. “You should have seen him when he was first starting- he could barely cast a simple light spell, but now he could bath the room in all sorts of light shows and illusions, or brew up a bunch of potions, or enchant objects, or even read minds, it’s incredible to watch him work. It’s like he’s on stage, all the time, and you just can’t help from watch him preform his magic tricks.” If Marvin was human, he’d be blushing right about now. That was nice of Anti to say-

“In fact,” Anti clicked his tongue, looking up at the ceiling with a glanced, half focused look in his eyes. “He’s pretty dang magnificent, all right. I’ve been to all his shows, and I’ve seen him practice some of his tricks with the others. He’s so at ease with his powers, it’s almost as pretty as he is. When ever he gets a spell right for the first time, he gets this pleased little smile on his face, and he has this really fluttery laugh- like butterfly, kinda.” Uh. Wait a minute. “And his eyes light up- not literally, but he can do that to. He’s just so... alive when he has a chance to preform magic, he gets so happy, it’s almost contagious, and sometimes I think my hearts gonna burst just thinking about him.” 

A sigh, soft. Content. “I love him so much, it almost hurts.”

Oh. Oh no. Um. Uuuuuuh... “Meow?”

Anti rolled over, scratching behind Marvin’s ear and smiling at him, but his gaze seemed a million miles away. Distant and cloudy. “Sometimes, after a show, I’ve sent him flowers. Calla lilies, usually. They mean purity and faith, and ‘magnificent beauty’.” Marvin hadn’t known that. He just thought that they were pretty flowers from a fan. “I’ve always watched him from afar, under his spotlight. He’s like... like a star, or a beacon or... or...” a soft sigh. “He’s perfect and talented and nice and everything I’m not.” 

A shrug. Anti’s voice was... a little more hallow, the look in eyes as distant as before. “I could never tell him. He’d reject me and... well, I can get by just watching from afar. Admiring him. But... what if he was disgusted? Or hated me? I don’t think I could take it, but I’d understand. I mean, who’d like a monster like me, am I right?” he asked, a weak sounding laugh falling from his throat as he reached a hand up to brush fingers across the underside of his scar. 

Marvin stood up and smacked Anti’s face with a paw, mewing loudly. He didn’t even know what he was doing, he’d jumped to his feet without thinking about it. Anti blinked and snapped out of his daze, sitting up and pulling Marvin into his lap, petting him. “Geez, you sure are a loud cat when you wanna be, aren't you?” He asked, booping Marvin on his little nose. “Ah man, I should get you back to the house, your owners probably freaking out about you by-”

The ringing of a cell phone interrupted Anti. He dropped Marvin onto the bed, digging his phone out of his pocket and slipping off the bed as he took the call, wondering towards the middle of the room. “Hey, Jackie. What’s up?” he paused, rocking back on his feet as his eyes drifted across the room. “Naw. I’m not even home at the moment. Well, I’m sure he’s somewhere, but he’s a magician, so he probably literally just disappeared.” 

Anti hmmed into the phone, idly tracing the wooden beams in his ceiling with his eyes. Than he froze. Paled slightly, gulping. “... what?” Anti asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Another few seconds passed. Anti slowly pulled the phone away from his head. He was shaking slightly. He looked back at the bed, back at the kitty. 

“... M-Marvin?”

Marvin tipped and hit the floor when he tried to shift back and get off the bed at the same time. He pushed himself back up- his gloved, human hands under him, his cape settling around his shoulders and the weight of his mask settled on his face in place of fur. Marvin lifted his eyes to Anti, standing slowly. “... Anti?”

A blink. Anti lowered the hand holding his phone to his side, but he hadn’t ended the call yet. He could hear Jackie’s voice from the other end, trying to figure out where Anti went. Anti’s breathing picked up a pitch, than another pitch, and suddenly his glitching took over, overwhelming him, and then he was gone. His phone hit the floor with a dull thunk. The servers all shut off at once. 

Marvin sucked in a breath through his teeth, smacking a hand against the for head of his mask. Shit. He should have said something before- he stepped forward and picked up Anti’s phone, slipping his mask on top of his head as he held it up to his ear. “Jackie? Hello?” 

“Marvin? It that you?” Jackie asked from the other end of the call. “What are you doing with Anti’s phone? And where are you?” 

“Anti found me as a cat and uh- didn’t recognize me, as it turned out. I might have... um, scared him off.” Marvin said. He glanced around. “Do you... know where Anti goes when he, uh, he freaks out?” 

A paused. Jackie could probably tell Marvin was keeping something from him. “Yeah, actually. I do.”

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“Anti.” 

There was no way Anti hadn’t seen him warp in. Not when his magic came with big flashes of cyan light, almost designed to pull the eye towards him. Besides, it was night, and in the dark under the trees, Marvin might as well have brought a siren with him. Anti didn’t bother turning around, however, sitting on the edge of the tree line with his knees pulled to his chin, arms wrapped around his legs as he watched the water ripple over the lake. 

“Anti.” Marvin repeated, slightly louder this time. He stepped towards the other, leaves crunching under his foot, and he could see Anti flinch and curl further into himself. “Anti, look at me.” Marvin said, sighing and reaching out to place his hand on Anti’s shoulder. 

Anti glitched, reappearing past the trees and closer to the water, standing with his arms wrapped around his chest. Marvin hovered by the trees, not wanting to spook him away again. “Anti, you can’t keep running away. We’ve gotta talk about this.” 

“... Why?” Anti asked, his voice was muffled a little, from the distance and the fact Anti was faced away, but the night was quiet enough for Marvin to just barely make out what he had to say. It occurred to Marvin that he couldn’t even hear Anti’s normal static in the air. “Just... Just yell at me and go away. Go head. Call me a creep, a monster, a... a glitch bitch,” Anti’s voice broke too badly for him to keep talking, forcing him to stop and take in a deep, stuttering breath to keep going. “I’m the bad guy here, I know that. I just... I just wanted...” He rocked on his feet slightly, a sob escaping his throat. 

“No, no you’re not.” Marvin crossed the tree line without a second thought. “I’m not mad at you Anti, I swear. You’re not a monster.” 

He reached out, snagging Anti’s arm before he had a chance to glitch away again. Anti still jerked from his touch, turning and looking at Marvin with wide, panicked green eyes, opening his mouth to say something- and then he saw the flower Marvin was holding out to him. A white flower, with the petals gathered together in a swirl in it’s center, and a crown of petals encircling the others. Four green leaves peaked out of the sides of the flower, framing it like a compass. 

“A gardenia.” Marvin said, voice soft, nearly a whisper. “Normally, when you give them to someone it means you think they’re lovely, but it also symbolizes secret love.”

Anti’s hands were shaking as he took the flower, holding it up in the dim light of the moon. He shuddered, shaking his head, still holding the flower outwards. “Th-this is mean. What, are you gonna make it burst into flame? Turn it into thorns? Just... just tell me you hate me and leave.” Anti’s voice was breaking again, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “Just... please, don’t do this to me. Please.” 

“I’m not going to do any of that to you, Anti.” Marvin placed his hands on Anti’s, closing them over the flower, stepping closer so that their hands were pressed between their chests. “Because I’m not lying to you, I promise. I don’t hate you. I never have.” he lifted one of his hands, brushing away tears that had spilled down the side of Anti’s face. “I love you.” 

For a second, he was worried Anti was about to teleport away again, his eyes widened, his lip trembling. And then Anti was pressing into him, his arm wrapping around the magician, burying his face in the crook of the others neck as he let out a low wail. Marvin wrapped his arms around Anti, rubbing his back in soothing motions, holding Anti as he broke down. 

It felt like they stood there, just the two of them, for a moment that lasted an eternity. Anti’s shaking slowly began to disappear, his breathing took on a more normal rhythm.Eventually he finally pulled back, scrubbing at his face with the back of one hand, the other clutching the flower closer to his chest. “Y-You really mean that, don’t you Marv?” he asked, his voice a whisper. 

Marvin nodded, thinking, than slowly took Anti’s hand. “You said you liked to watch me perform.” Marvin began, watching Anti’s face carefully. “Would you like to see me do something now?” 

Hesitating, Anti nodded. Marvin took the flower and slipped it over one of Anti’s ears, than took his hand and led him out to the water. He muttered a spell under his breath, and a flash a green raced across the pond. A moment later Marvin stepped out onto it, walking on the still water as easily as land, before turning around and holding his hand out for Anti to join him. 

Anti glanced down at the water, slowly placing his foot down on it as if he expected it to give out under his weight, before returning his gaze up to Marvin’s and taking his hand. Trusting him. Marvin lead him out to the center of the lake, never letting go of Anti’s hand, than lifted his free hand and snapped. His magic buzzed around them and the moonlight grew brighter, becoming akin to blue tinted sunlight as it fell around them. A private spotlight, for just the two of them. 

He pulled Anti close, his free hand settling on his hip. Recognition flashed in Anti’s eyes. Marvin began to hum under his breath, leading Anti in the dance. Under their feet, the water lit up with ever step they took, a rainbow of soft, glowing steps. Anti’s voice followed his a moment later, picking up on Marvin’s melody, in tune with him as they danced. A little nudge from Marvin, and some of the water began to swirl around them as they danced, forming lines and jumping to the rhythm of their movement.

It was beautiful. One of the best shows Marvin had ever put on, the lights spectacular and eye-catching. As they danced the world seemed to dance with them, eager and passionate, yet never once did their eyes leave each other. 

#marvin the magnificent #antisepticeye #MagnificentStatic #blame discord

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My Cat(s)’s Stories

Okay, as the title suggests, I have more than one fur baby. Two actually. I want to share their adoption stories in honor of the Kitten and Puppy Bowls today on Hallmark and Animal Planet. 

The first story I want to share is Micah’s. Micah is a three year old female cat with pale ginger fur and greenish gold eyes. I got her in a rather... unusual way to say the least. Three years ago a family member passed away, and we were all at my Grandma’s. My cousin had a cat at the time, a ginger tom named Simon, and I was still getting over the death of my first pet. My first pet was this HUGE orange and white tom named Sam. Sam was my best friend, my partner in crime. And he was gone... i was heartbroken, and I took comfort in the cuddly nature of Simon. Then, my Uncle’s Aunt, the sweetest lady EVER, came in. Offhandedly, she mentioned that she had a KITTEN trapped under her car. “It’s been there for three days. We tried to get it out, but the poor thing is too scared to let us help it.” she explained. Right then and there, my aunt (who is a avid animal lover) decided that SHE was going to save this kitten, and with the help of my Uncle (who’s was the nephew of the Aunt), she saved the kitten. Bringing it inside my Grandma’s, she handed it off to ME of all people! The tiniest kitten climbed up my shirt and buried itself into my shoulder. I held it, looking into the most beautiful greenish gold eyes. It gave a tiny squeak, and I gave it a little kiss. “You need a bath.” I told it, smiling as it squeaked again. We gave it a bath, and I mashed up ham to feed it. I gave it ham until it’s tiny little belly was round and it was warm and dry. I TRIED to let it sleep on the couch, but it wasn’t going to let me get away with THAT. Climbing onto my lap, the kitten climbed all over me until it decided that my SHOULDER was an appropriate place to sleep. So I held it, stroking its tufty pale ginger fur and hearing the raspy little purr. When the kitten woke up, I decided it needed a name. So going online, I looked up names. I tried several to see if they fit. “Luke?” I asked, and to my surprise, the kitten MEOWED. It was like it decided that it didn’t like that name. Several names (and meows) later, it fell silent on one. “Micah?” I asked it. “Do you like Micah, sweetheart?” I asked. Micah purred, and I looked at the meaning. “Small and humble. well... you are small.” I chuckled. Micah helped me with Sam’s death, and the death of my family member. She’s special, and to this day you could never tell she was under a car for three days. She likes ham and playing with wand toys, and sleeps on my bed every night. She’s my special baby girl. My pumpkin.

Next is our prankster. Our jester. Yoda! He is a three year old ginger and white tom with (get this) the same eye color as Micah. We got him in a rather normal way, but that doesn’t make him any less extraordinary.  It had been one year since I had rescued Micah, and my Mom was searching Facebook, when suddenly she ‘awwed’, “Look” she told me “his name’s Yoda!” and she turned her phone to show me this chubby orange and white cat with the roundest, sweetest expression on his face. “He likes to cuddle, gets along well with other cats and children. 35 dollars to good home, neutered. Let’s get Micah a friend!” Mom suggested. I was (at first) hesitate. Micah DIDN’T get along well with others, ever since Simon had run away. Yet two days later my mom tells me she’s running into town. “Why?” I asked. “To go get Yoda! He’s going to be our cat!” she explained as she got into the car. An hour later, she comes in lugging a cat carrier. She sets it on the floor and opened the door. I see the round, wide eyed face peeking out and then the orange and white tom steps out into the kitchen. He was chubby, he was tall. Micah had been in the living room, and she rushes up and HISSED in his face. I was SURE we would have a fight, but he just tilted his head as if to ask “why are you hissing at me, girly?” A week passed, and Yoda lived up to his description. He is the biggest cuddle bug, and the sweet expression was both real and a decoy. The first day he took a oatmeal cookie off the table and ATE it. We discovered his affinity for plastic, and his love for running around at 10:30 at night. Yet we didn’t know if we COULD keep him, because Micah was being too much of a bully! Yet one day I came home from school and they were in the living room, grooming each other’s backs. Now those two are partners in crime, cuddle buddies, and best friends. Yoda is the sweetest cat I have ever met, and I say that who ever gave him up made a mistake. Yet later, my mom told me something unusual about when she was adopting him. She was standing outside the door to the room he was in, making the final arrangements. “And he was just sitting there, staring at the door. And it was so weird! It was like he knew ‘you came to get ME. I’m going HOME. You’re my new person.’ I swear that’s what he was thinking.” She told me. Yoda turned three in January, and he is our sweet boy. He LOVES his food, his toys, and life in general. He has the sweetest voice, and will chirp, not meow. He’s playful and friendly, and more outgoing than Micah’s shy personality. He KNOWS we adopted him because we wanted him, and that we were his new family. 

Currently, these two sweethearts are laying right beside me, sleeping side by side. They love their life, and I make sure they receive the best I can provide. They are an inspiration to me. Micah taught me that one act of kindness can change a life, that life is too short to be bitter. She taught me about kindness, the will to give. Yoda has taught me to make life an adventure. That though someone may not want me, others will. Be silly, because life is too easy to make angry and dark. He’s taught me to relax, to let myself have fun. I hope their stories mean something to you, because without their stories, I would not have my amazing pets. 

#cats #adoption #life story

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Chapter Nineteen: Mission #1- Finding Toothless’ Partner and Finding Sophia and Rich Secret.

Mission Day #0

     When I asked my questions none of the boys spoke. They just stare at the floor. It’s was like they had a secret that they were afraid to tell me. But the Healers were there and they explained it to me. 

Sarah: Before you came into Sky’s life. Sophia always thought that Sky would be hers. But the Goddess had a different plan for her. When Sophia went to the Oracle Mansion on her 18th birthday. It wasn’t Sky that became her soul mate it was Rich. When she saw it wasn’t the person that she has been dreaming about ever since she was a little girl, she got really upset. She and Rich never got out of the Friendship Phase. Because Sophia thought that Sky wouldn’t find his true soul mate. So, all she had to do was show up at the Oracle Mansion when there is Soul Mate Searching Party. She try to flirt with Sky and even try to get into his pants. But Sky just stopped her in her tracks before she could go even further. Sophia, thought Sky was playing hard to get. But he wasn’t. Sky doesn’t like Sophia at all. He only pretends to be friendly with her because we all have to work together as a team. But the truth is Sophia isn’t a really nice person. If she can’t get what she wanted then she will stop anyone from having what she wants. Sophia never said anything to you for a whole week is because she knows that Sky is going to defend you. But when Sophia found out that you were Sky’s soul mate, she became really jealous and would come up with plans to make you either sick or hurt you. But the boys could see through Sophia’s plans and by the time you come downstairs everything is right. For example, when you and Sky is suppose to exercise on Sunday nights. The treadmill that you use is raised up 40 degrees higher then usual. Vicky usually exercise on Sunday nights. So, Vicky will lower your treadmill back to your normal level. When you’re about to eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Sophia always put rat poison in your food. But Charlie would always swap it out for a fresh plate. All of these things are done by Sophia because she is jealous of you and mad at the Goddess for not being  fair. As for why Sophia want to join King Eric. Well, that’s because King You had send her family into exile. Why Sophia’s family is in exile is because Sophia’s family were a bunch of robbers. They say they would change and not steal from anyone else. But since Sophia’s family are poor they have to rob others so they can survive. Sophia’s family tried to rob the Royal Family. But instead Sophia’s family killed something that was very dear to the Royal Family’s heart. That something was Frankie. Frankie was only 3 years old when he died. CCTV caught Sophia’s brother Max stabbing Frankie in the heart. So, Sophia traded her freedom to have her family to be exile while she stayed and train hard to become a Healer. Sophia wasn’t suppose to be a Healer. Because Sophia doesn’t have to the power to heal. But the power to kill. King You knew Sophia doesn’t have the healing power, but she traded her freedom to become a healer so that her family doesn’t have to die. Sophia’s freedom was to leave Sky alone and stop flirting with him. King Eric accepted Sophia’s family and they became hunters. But Sophia’s father wouldn’t leave his only daughter behind so he made a deal with King Eric, and that deal is to become loyal to King Eric. By becoming a hunter for life. If Mr. Gong did that then King Eric will get Sophia back to her family. Of course Sophia heard this and accept, but she has to stay in our team for a bit longer. Because King Eric wants to take over Mythical Kingdom. Sophia is the perfect choice to be their mole, and King Eric offered Rich the same plan. At first Rich didn’t want it but King Eric told Rich that he has a way to free Lee from prison. So Rich became the second mole. King Eric never liked the Mythical Kingdom and whomever becomes the strongest Royal Couple will be the end of King Eric. 

Jazzy: What is a strongest Royal Couple?

William: It’s called the Yin Yang Royal Couple. It is very rare. No one has come close becoming the Yin Yang Royal Couple. It said that the Yin Yang Royal Couple will bring peace to Mythical Kingdom. 

Jazzy: Oh. Well, now that we all know that there’s two moles on our team. We’ll just leave it be. Tomorrow we will get Snow and if they keep up with their stupidity then let them. 

Sky: What are you saying?

Jazzy: If King Eric wants to take over Mythical Kingdom. Let him. We just have to train hard and defend Mythical Kingdom. I don’t believe we can’t defend our home. So for now, we’ll just pretend that we don’t know about Rich and Sophia’s secret. I don’t want them to run away from us. I want to catch them red handed. But right now it’s not the time. Keep training hard and let them leak information to King Eric. 

Jeff: What if King You finds out about this?

Jazzy: -looking around the house and out the window- King You already knows about this. If he disapprove of what I’m planning then Sebastian would come and stop me on his behalf. Sebastian is King You’s advisor and he is also our guard who keeps an eye on us. The entire might not have any CCTVs but I have a feeling that there is CCTVs. Its just tinier and we can’t see it. But its there. I may not say much most of the time, but I can sense things. Before any one knows. Also, I’m not stupid as most people think I am. I may not tell you all what I’m planning, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a plan. My plan is to train hard and act like we didn’t find out about their secret. Let’s just through this last 4 weeks. 

Brandy: What if they attack first?

Jazzy: They won’t attack. It’s too early. My gut is telling me that they would attack later in the year. Also, King Eric doesn’t want Yin Yang Royal Couple. King Eric wants something bigger. Something that no one knows about. He thinks getting rid of Toothless and Snow, he would find what he’s looking for. Because King Eric thinks that Toothless and Snow is the key to something bigger. 

Sky: Like what?

Jazzy: Who knows. But it has to do with Mythical Kingdom. Something inside Mythical Kingdom. But we can’t just go charging in. That will be too dangerous. Training is our only option. 

Charlie: You’re not going turn into a monster are you?

Jazzy: -laughing- No. But first Toothless, you really stink. You need a bath. A real bath. 

Toothless: Finally. 

     I took Toothless to the bathroom and gave him a good scrubbing. 45 minutes later Toothless is back to his old self. I also cleaned up the entire house. Because it smell like a dumpster. 2 hours later the house was back to normal. We didn’t get to bed until 2 am. Tomorrow morning we will continue our journey to Hunters Island. 

-End of Day 0-

Mission Day #1, Getting Snow.

     The next morning we all had coffee and breakfast. Put on our walkie-talkies and set out. Toothless stayed at home with Sky and everyone else. While I, Will, Mike, Phil, and Sam went to the island. The new plan is for Mike to make the rest of us invisible. I knew that King Eric will move Snow into a different location, to make everything a little bit difficult. But that’s okay. I’m familiar with Snow scent so finding her wouldn’t be so hard. But I want to test the hunters. I know that King Eric is going to let us rescue Snow without attacking us. But after hearing what was said last night. I too want to test them. 20 minutes later we found Snow, she was in a cage sleeping. The poor thing was super skinny and scare. But when Snow knew I was there to help her and not hurt her. Since I don’t have the key to unlock her cage, I actually used my fire power to open the cage door. I was more surprised that I didn’t melt the entire cage. Mike used his invisibility to cloak Snow. We went back to the house without any problems. None of the hunters or King Eric came after us. This mission took no more than 30 minutes. I try to give Snow a bath which she didn’t like and she almost scratch the crap out me. So, I ask Sky to help me. To my surprise Snow like Sky and quietly let him bath her. 

      I left the bathroom and went to get my phone. I want to find out more about Yin Yang Royal Couple. So the best person to ask was Siri. That’s what I did. 

Jazzy: Hey Siri!

Siri: Yes. 

Jazzy: I need more information on Yin Yang Royal Couple. 

Siri: Yin Yang Royal Couple is a very rare couple. In a thousand years there was only one pair couple who have reached this stage of life. It was Goddess herself and her lover. Yin Yang Royal Couple is very powerful, they have the ability to heal anything that they touched. To achieve this stage you first need to find a soul mate, then you need to find a black cat and white cat, and then you need to have the Mating Mark. Once you have all these things then you have to keep training. The more you grow the stronger you’ll be. That’s all the information I have on the Yin Yang Royal Couple. 

Jazzy: Thanks Siri. 

Siri: No problem. Princess.

    Well, I have one black cat and one white cat. I have a soul mate. But I don’t have the Mating Mark yet. Also, I’m not strong enough. But my gut tells me that the Yin Yang Royal Couple is Sky and I. Why? Because Snow wouldn’t have allow Sky give her a bath, and Toothless wouldn’t have cuddle me every single day. 

Sky: Why were you asking Siri about Yin Yang Royal Couple?

Jazzy: Eek! -jumping out of my skin-

Sky: Sorry. 

Snow: Meow?

Jazzy: Because I want to know more about it. But Siri didn’t give that much information. All she said was how to become a Yin Yang Royal Couple. And that the Goddess and her lover reached the Yin Yang Royal Couple stage. 

Sky: You think its us?

Jazzy: That’s what my gut is telling me. Toothless has been cuddling me for a week and half now. Snow, would only let you bath her. She almost scratch the heck out me. I think Toothless is my Yin and Snow is your Yang. Siri also said that the harder we train the stronger we get. The only royal I know is you. And Siri won’t stop calling me Princess every time I thank her for something. Unless you’re going to tell me that there’s more than one royal member on our team. 

Sky: No. I’m the only royal. The boys are from noble families. Their families were middle class families that rose to the noble ranks. When I become King the boys would become Lords. Same with the girls. 

Jazzy: Well, that’s that. -smiling- Snow really likes you. 

Snow: I apologized for almost scratching you Princess. I don’t really like the way you were bathing me. You were scrubbing me too hard. 

Jazzy: I’m sorry. I was trying to get the stink out, and scrubbing you hard was the only way I can get it out. But if you like Sky can give you a bath when you need it. And I’ll give Toothless a bath when he needs it. 

Snow: You’re not mad Princess?

Jazzy: Why would I be mad. :) If you don’t like something that I’m doing please let me know. I’ll be happy to change it. I just want you to feel comfortable, loved, and be safe. Nothing else. :)

Snow: Okay. 

Jazzy: Hey Siri! 

Siri: Yes. 

Jazzy: Why am I being called a Princess?

Siri: Because you’re soul mate is a Prince. 

Jazzy: Oh. Is that the right title I’m suppose go by?

Siri: Yes. Your current title is Royal Princess Jazzy Tam. 

Jazzy: Do all get that title when you’re dating any member of the Royal Family?

Siri: Yes. 

Jazzy: Thanks Siri. 

Siri: No problem. Princess. 

Sky: I could’ve answer that question for you. 

Jazzy: Yes. But I have a feeling that you might tell me some weird answer. 

Sky: Like?

Jazzy: Something like you’re a prince and that automatically make me a princess. 

Sky: -laughing- That’s the answer I will give you. 

Jazzy: Ugh! -playfully pushes Sky away- 

    While Sky and I was talking Snow went to Toothless bowl and started eating his dinner. Drank his water and now she is sleeping. While Sky was fooling around. 

Toothless: -biting Jazzy ankle- 

Jazzy: Ow!

Toothless: Hungry. Thirsty. 

Jazzy: I put food in your bowl. Also there’s water in your water bowl. 

Toothless: Snow ate and drank it all. My bowls are empty. Feed me now! Or I bite. -going for Jazzy’s ankle again-

Jazzy: Okay! You crazy cat. 

    I refilled Toothless’ bowls. Toothless happily ate and drank. Snow finished cleaning herself and looked at me. 

Jazzy: -smiling-

Snow: Sorry. I was too hungry and thirsty to wait any longer. 

Jazzy: -smiling- That’s okay. Tomorrow is Friday. Sky and I will go shopping for you. 

Sky: Snow, I made you an appointment to see a vet tomorrow morning. 

Snow: -hissing and growling- 

Jazzy: Snow, you been in that cage for Goddess know how long. We need to make sure you’re okay. We want you to be healthy. And not sick. No one likes going to the doctors. But everyone needs a physical check up every now and then. I would’ve go with you but I have report to write. You’ll be find. Also, Sky will buy you nice water bowl and food bowl. Let me know what you like eat and I’ll make it for you. -smiling- 

Snow: Promise?

Jazzy: Mhm. -smiling-

Snow: Find. I’ll go. But I’m not going to be happy about it. 

Toothless: You’ll be find Snow. -jumping up to the bed- 

     Snow turned up her nose at Toothless, and curl up in between Sky and my pillows. I sense that Snow didn’t like Toothless that much. But I know they will be friends in no time. I went to shower and then start writing my report and catch up with my homework. I was so busy that I didn’t noticed that there was a knock on our bedroom door. Sky opened it and it was Mike. 

Sky: Dude, you’re not suppose to be on this floor. 

Mike: I know. But none of you answer your phones. So, I have no choice but to come knocking. 

Sky: Well, make it fast. What is it? Or we all going to be in trouble. 

Mike: Dinner’s ready. 

Sky: You could’ve scream that. We could’ve hear you. 

Mike: We have done enough screaming this week. 

Sky: True. We’ll be right down. 

Mike: Mhm. 

     Sky and I went downstairs to eat dinner. Then we did our usual routine and then we went back to our rooms. I finished the report and my homework. Sky was reading, Toothless and Snow was sleeping. I was about to go to bed when the alarms of the house went off. Snow freaked out by the sound, Toothless went on high alert with his hissing and growling. Sky and I ran downstairs with everyone else. We went outside and found the King himself trying to turn off our sensor alarms. Mike went to turn it off. 

Sky: Dad? What are you doing here?

King You: -sheepish- Sorry, I forgot the pass code. I’m here to talk to you guys. Sebastian isn’t at his usual spot. He probably went to eat dinner. 

Sebastian: -running towards us- Your Majesty! What are you doing here?

King You: I’m here to talk to them. I forgot the passcode. Sorry for tripping the alarm. 

Sebastian: Oh. It’s my fault I wasn’t at my spot. I was taking a shower. 

King You: It’s fine. Go finish your shower. I’ll just talk to the young ones. -smiling-

Sebastian: Yes, your majesty. -bowing- 

     Sebastian went back to his house to finish his shower. The King and the rest of us went back inside the house. Charlie gave King You some tea to drink and we all sat down in the Common Room. 

Sky: Dad, is something the matter?

King You: King Eric, contact me and he said that for now he wouldn’t declare war on Mythical Kingdom. But in the future he will declare war with us. 

Kelly: What?! Why?!

King You: Because King Eric still wants the Ultimate Prize. But he said that you guys got Snow, so he’s letting us with a warning. King Eric also said that Mythical Kingdom don’t have the Ultimate Prize, because he couldn’t feel it’s energy yesterday when he and his army was here. But he said that in the future the Ultimate Prize will be at Mythical Kingdom. 

Jazzy: -confused- Sorry. I don’t understand. What is the Ultimate Prize?

King You: The Ultimate Prize is not a what. It’s a whom. 

Jazzy: -confused- Huh?

King You: To simply put it. The Ultimate Prize is the Yin Yang Royal Couple. 

Jazzy: -shocked- What?! King Eric is after Sky and myself?! 

King You: Mhm. 

Jazzy: Why?

King You: Because if King Eric doesn’t destroy you and Sky. Then he won’t win. The Ultimate Prize is the heart of Mythical Kingdom. With it everyone and everything will be at peace. The Ultimate Prize is very powerful. The Oracle said that the Ultimate Prize is the only thing that would heal everything that is hurting. But you and Sky hasn’t have that much training. So, King Eric decided to give you the chance to train and grow. Then in the future he will have an even fighting field with you. 

Jazzy: What did I ever do to King Eric? For him to hate me so much. 

Kelly: Because you’re Sky’s soul mate. You two are the Royal Couple. 

Jazzy: -angry- That’s a stupid excuse. If I ever heard one. 

Sky: Ever since I was a kid, all the dark forces are after me. I rather die if it would make the dark forces stop looking for me and my love ones. 

King You: That’s why I never told Sky to Oracle Mansion when the Soul Searching Party. Because I didn’t want him to find his soul mate. Because I didn’t want both of you be the focus point of King Eric. 

Sarah: You’re protecting them. 

King You: Mhm. 

Jazzy: Your Majesty. You’re not being honest with me. Please tell me the whole truth. 

King You: Okay. The Ultimate Prize is the Yin Yang Royal Couple. The strongest couple there is. They are the guardians of Mythical Kingdom. A thousand years ago, Goddess and her love were the first Yin Yang Royal Couple. They would protect, heal, and fight what is right for Mythical Kingdom. All kinds of dark forces will always come after them, and try their hardest to bring them down. Each year there would be millions of wars between Mythical Kingdom and the dark forces. Each year more and more mythical creatures die along with the humans. But each time the Goddess and lover would defeat all the dark forces. After the wars Goddess and her lover would use their power to rebuild and heal everything and everyone. The sad thing about the Yin Yang Royal Couple is that when they use too much of their power, they become very weak and it takes them months or years to be fully recharge. The last dark forces was the ones take down Goddess and her lover when they were at it weakest. It was King Eric’s great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather who took down Goddess and her lover. 

Jazzy: Please don’t tell me that for Sky and I to be fully recharge is having sex after each war. 

King You: -laughing- Goodness no. The Queen and I don’t want a million grandchildren. The only why for Goddess and her lover to recharge was to go to the Healing Spring. They were about to go to the Healing Spring when they were attacked. The Healing Spring is the most powerful source of healing for anyone who need an emergency recharge. But if you use the Healing Spring too much it can lose it’s power. That’s why we don’t use the Healing Spring that often, because we have healers. Now, I don’t know how the Goddess and her lover use their powers to heal and rebuild things. But the Oracle did tell me that Goddess herself has the power of fire and her lover’s power is ice. Their combine power is wind. Also, the Goddess always have a black cat following her, and her lover always have a white cat following him. When the Goddess and her lover died, the black cat and white cat disappeared. When all four of them were gone Mythical Kingdom went down hill from there. 

Sky: Jazzy, and I aren’t safe. King Eric is waiting to attack us when Jazzy and I are strong enough. What if we don’t train? Would King Eric still come after us?

King You: It doesn’t matter. Whether you train or not. King Eric will still come after you. The only way King Eric won’t come after you is when you both chose not to use the Yin Yang Royal Couple powers. But I’m calling his bluff. To be honest with you all, King Eric isn’t going to stop hunting you both down until he destroys you both. Then we have to wait for another thousand years for a new Yin Yang Royal Couple. By then we will all be hunters or slaves. 

Kelly: -angry- That’s not fair! 

William: Kel, life isn’t always fair. 

Kelly: -angry- Well, we can protect them. We’ll train harder and we will protect Sky and Jazzy. If King Eric wants a war, then he’ll get a war. 

King You: You can’t always protect Sky and Jazzy forever. What are you going to do? Hide them in a cave for the rest of their lives. 

Jazzy: No one can protect Sky and I forever. But what King Eric doesn’t want is something that has to do with the Yin Yang Royal Couple and R.M.C. Hey Siri!

Siri: Yes. 

Jazzy: What happens when the Yin Yang Royal Couple and R.M.C. combine together?

Siri: When the Yin Yang Royal Couple and the R.M.C. come together they become the Ultimate Power. They are called Yin Yang Royal Mythical Court. A very powerful team that can help rebuild and heal everyone in the Mythical Kingdom. And destroy King Eric and his army. King Eric is most afraid of the Y.Y.R.M.C. Any questions?

Jazzy: No. Thanks Siri. 

Siri: No problem. Princess. 

Jazzy: Okay. Let’s get through the next 4 weeks. Sitting around and moping around isn’t going to help. If King Eric is afraid of Y.Y.R.M.C. then lets show him that we are not weaklings. Let him watch and see how strong we can be. 

Sarah: Can we actually do this?

Jazzy: We can do anything when we put our hearts into it, and never giving up. -smiling- 

Sky: Mhm. Okay, we have classes tomorrow. 

King You: Actually, you don’t have classes tomorrow. Because you’re on a mission. 

Sky: But we finish our mission. 

King You: I know. But after a mission you have the right to rest. So Sebastian already collected Jazzy’s report. I’ll be looking forward to be reading it. So tomorrow, just relax and do whatever you want. In the future there will be more missions to come. So don’t give up.  

Sebastian: Also, you don’t have to do any chores this weekend. 

Jazzy: Eek! -jumping out of my skin- 

Sebastian: Sorry. 

King You: -laughing- 

Jazzy: Can I make an request?

King You: Go ahead. 

Jazzy: From now on Sebastian can’t pop in and out while we’re in this house. He has to make some kind of sound. I don’t want him scaring me until I graduate. Or I might turn him into a toad. 

King You and Sky: -laughing- 

Jazzy: At least a toad would make some noise. 

Sky: Seb, you better do as she says. Otherwise, I think she will turn you into a toad. 

Sebastian: Yes, Princess. 

King You: Alright, I’m going home. Otherwise the Queen might think I’m with one of my mistresses. 

Everyone: Goodbye Your Majesty. 

      After the King left, Sebastian went back to his own home, and we went to bed. 

-End of Chapter Nineteen-

[samurulantis]

Alternate Ending (Maybe if he never met Isen?)

(Decided to go with a slight alteration. Thanks for the ask @nati-kun!)

(Alternate Ending - Samuru never left home with Isen)

So many years had passed since Samuru made a very vital but mistaken choice. He fondly recalled the plucky Hyur he'd met during his brief dabble with magic, who saved him from a hoard of angry imps on that fateful day. Even if Isen had brushed him off rather quickly, Samuru had been determined to follow him and learn more about someone he viewed as strong and confident; Two things he severely lacked in himself. When Isen offered for Samuru to go with him, the Elezen had nearly jumped at the chance.

Yet this time there would be a difference. His father would forbid Samuru from leaving, with a Hyur of all things, to go against what he considered Gridanian values. Instead of standing up to the man who intimidated him so greatly, he decided that perhaps father did know best. This rogue was all but a stranger to him, and maybe he was better off to stay home. Even when Isen protested to this choice, Samuru held his ground fast. This was for the best, it had to be. His father wouldn't lead Ru astray, would he?

With a huff, Isen had turned to take his leave of the Arcanist with jelly for a spine. Ru stood on his porch and watched as the rogue marched off until he disappeared into the thick forest, leaving him behind.

Samuru snapped out of his daydream, recalling that very moment from eons ago. He adjusted himself in the bar chair, adjusting the uncomfortable Woodwailer uniform with a wince. How he hated the damn thing, yellow certainly not his color. He adjusted his ponytail and reached down to grab his bow and quiver, rising from the seat.

"Hey Lantis, your shift done for the day?" Came a nearby voice. The Miqo'te woman was dressed in the same uniform, a co-worker it seemed.

"Aye. I am about to head back to my apartment, pet my cat and just sleep until the next Astral era." He'd mumble, waving a hand in the air as he took his leave. He had long since abandoned his ambitions of being an Arcanist, following the command of his father to pick up a Gridanian profession.

Samuru had always felt clumsy with the bow, his fingers covered in callouses from the hard wood and constant tugging at the taut string. Now and then he could hit his target with decent accuracy, but more often than not he was put on grunt duty due to how inept he was. This was cause for a great deal of mocking from his comrades, a miserable day to day existence.

Arriving at his modest apartment, he'd toss that acursed bow and quiver into a corner haphazardly with a grunt. "I hope they randomly burst into flames." He'd grumble while letting his hair down from that dreadful ponytail. A quiet 'meow' came from under Samuru's bed, a tiny calico cat emerging to greet the frustrated male. He'd scoop her up and cuddle her to his chest.

"I hope your day was better than mine, Grace." His brows knitting as he gave her head a little smooch. "I'll feed you in a moment--" His words were cut off as he heard a knock at the door, turning with a squint. "Who in the seven hells?" He put the cat down and turned to open the door, now face to face with an Elezen man.

"Arthurioux...I didn't expect you today. Please, come in." Stepping aside so the rather well to do male could step inside.

"Samuoux." Arthurioux said rather plainly, which caused the beauty to cringe. How he hated his birth name, and yet he knew his father would kill him if he ever changed it.

He recovered though, stepping forward to lean in for a kiss. He was promptly stopped with a single gloved finger smushed to his lips, standing there with an awkward blink. He'd lean back and look at the male in confusion, a man who bled arrogance and looked down on his smaller counterpart.

"Ahem, yes sorry." He'd state as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. "I fear I come with some unfortunate news. It seems that we must end our relationship. My parents have decided that I should be with someone a bit more...refined." His words cold, lacking any depth or care for the one whose heart he was breaking.

Samuru stood there in stunned silence, staring at him for what seemed like an eternity. "Surely you're joking. We've been together for the better part of a year. My father adores you and Gods know that is a rare thing. How can you be so empty about this situation? And what in the fucking hell do you mean 'more refined'?!" He grit his teeth, balling his fists as a fire ignited behind the oncoming pool of tears.

"This is it exactly, such foul language. Really Samuoux, you're too old to be using gutter slang like that. My family has already introduced me to an Ishgardian noble and he has been rather delightful. What is it you have really done with your life other than play puppet to your father, as good a man as he may be?" Arthurioux stated boldly, huffing at the upset man. "If you wish to only do things halfway, then I am sure there is some bar dweller that'll suit your fancy."

"How dare you!" Ru shouted, grabbing the nearest book at his disposal, flinging it hard at the source of his misery. It knocked him right in the head, causing the man to stagger and give Ru a look of shock. "You don't like gutter slang? Oh you're about to get an earful, you half-wit fop!" He'd continue to advance, grabbing another book to start whacking Arthur with with each seething sentence that left his mouth. "I didn't much care for you anyway! Yes, that's right...I thought you were a pretentious, boring, unmotivated spoiled brat. Oh and would it KILL you to participate in intimacy, rather than laying there like a dead rat?! I've seen corpses with more enthusiasm than you. Oh and one more thing, I don't think the way you laugh is cute at all. It sounds like an obnoxious trumpet struggling to play underwater!"

"Sam--" He tried to interject as he was beaten back toward the door.

"No, shut up. You don't get to speak over me anymore, or parade around like some big shot. You're nothing, do you hear me? NOTHING! Now get the FUCK out of my home. I never want to see your bland, stupid face again!" Promptly shoving the flabbergasted noble right out, slamming the door in his face.

Ru stood there for several moments, huffing angry breaths while clenching his make-shift weapon in his hand. Eventually he managed to take a seat, cupping his face with his palm and letting out a sob. How had he gotten here? He couldn't understand why his life had fallen into such utter misery. It was then he glanced at the book he'd grabbed, his brows knitting when he read the title. It was one of his old Alchemy books from his youth, a tome he'd long since put away and forgotten. He feathered his fingers along the spine, biting his lower lip as a realization finally hit him.

With a new flash of determination he promptly rose from the chair, throwing off his uniform to change into a comfortable shirt and pants. Once his cat had been fed, he'd grab his satchel and rush out the door. He was done being a welcome mat, and certainly done with being told what to do. As much as he hated to admit it Authur had at least one good point; He was a puppet to his father. Now he had many years of neglect to make up for, and only one person was on his mind now. But how could he hope to find the rogue now? Long gone, disappearing into obscurity with no real direction to start with. Yet Samuru couldn't stand to live one more day like he had been.

His search began where he'd last seen the man almost two decades prior, which turned up very little. Weeks passed, traveling from one side of Eorzea to the next. The name 'Isen Yumemiru' was either met with confusion or disgust, many not wishing to speak about it before moving on. This left Samuru frustrated, but he wouldn't let himself give up. Not again.

Shortly after arriving in Kugane and once again being turned away, Samuru flopped down at a table with a wince. "This is hopeless..."

"Excuse me." Piped up a voice of an older man, who approached the table where the Elezen sat. "Sorry but I couldn't help to overhear. But did you say Isen Yumemiru?" He asked. He was an older Hyur, dressed in poor man's attire and obviously knowing a hard life.

Samuru nodded quickly. "I did. Please, no one else will talk to me. I've been searching for weeks and I just want to know where he is, that's all." He stood shortly after, giving the old fellow a desperate look.

"Sure, I can take ya to him. Follow me lad." He murmured, motioning over his shoulder. Samuru didn't hesitate, nearly tripping over himself to do as told. Sure this could've been a ruse or a trap, yet he didn't give a damn. It was the best lead he'd had and he was going to take it.

The pair walked for sometime, heading into the countryside just outside of the glorious city. Entering a local cemetery, the look of confusion on Ru's face began to morph into worry. When they stopped at a particular headstone, his fears shifted into reality. Isen's name was crudely carved into stone, with his birth and deceased date. It was only months prior that he had met his end, and this left Samuru in a state of utter disbelief.

"Not really sure how someone as sweet as you knew him." The old man began, letting out an annoyed sniff. "He was a pain in my arse. He'd come into my bar and start shite almost nightly. Good with the ladies, but bad with just about everyone else. He was a bitter bastard, barely cracked a smile unless he was piss drunk. Most knew not to fuck around with him, he killed without hesitation. Seen it with my own eyes, y'know?"

Samuru swallowed thickly, clutching a hand to his throat to try and contain the lump that began to form there. "H-How...how did he...?" His voice cracking, still reeling from the shock.

"Die? Ah, prick finally picked a fight he couldn't win. Tried to take out five big ol' brutes at once. Managed to get a few of 'em before he got a knife to the throat. Honestly if I didn't know any better, I'd say he wanted to die. He was always miserable y'know, guess he had nothing to be happy about. But anyway sorry fer yer loss if he was important to ya. No one ever really comes here to visit the tosser. If yer here though, maybe there was something redeemable about him after all." With that the old man turned to take his leave, thinking his job here as done.

Samuru stared down at the stone for a long moment, taking in a shaken breath as the harsh realization came through. He'd never be able to find Isen, not like he knew him. Even if the brute was still alive, he likely wouldn't have been the same scrappy Hyur he'd met so long ago. Slowly Samuru lowered himself down on his knees, bowing his head.

"I realize this is twenty summers too late, but I'm so sorry. I wish I had gone with you that day, more than I can express. I don't know where I would've ended up, or how my life would've gone. But surely it had to be better than where I am now." He'd frown, wiping moisture from his eyes with the back of his hand. "I...I was too late. I wanted to find you, one way or another. Oh Isen...what happened to you? I knew you were troubled, but never could I have figured how much. Did you have anyone love you, or care about you? I would have...I would have tried so hard." He felt himself choke up, gritting his teeth as he fought the sorrow. "I've never forgotten you, and I never will. Please don't feel alone anymore, I'm here now. I'll come visit you and bring flowers. No one...should be abandoned. This I promise here and now. I am going to live my life how I desire, and do the things that make me happy. I'll be a puppet no longer, if for no other reason than to honor the man who saved my life."

He pushed himself up to stand, dusting off his pants as he tried to compose himself. "So thank you Isen. Even if you never once believed it, you have done good in your life. You rescued me twice." He'd lift his head and move to step back. "Farewell old friend, until we meet again." He then turned and took his leave of the lonely gravestone, his heart heavy and yet somehow still hopeful.

#askru #writing prompt #sad #isen yumemiru #samuru lantis #balmung #ffxiv #altenrate ending #TODAY IS THE DAY OF SAD APPARENTLY #nati-kun

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Bagginshield #2 - cuddling somewhere

Rating: G Summary: for the 30 Day OTP Challenge. Thorin is afraid of heights and alone on a Ferris wheel. Bilbo helps out. AU - Modern Setting.

If there was one thing Thorin was a sucker for, then that thing would be his nephews. Tonight he was at a carnival. Where there were rides, and games, and fun, and people, and his being at said carnival had everything to do with him being a sucker. For his nephews. And Dís. Who had shoved her seven and nine year old boys at him with a hissed, "make them happy."

The "or pay" was unspoken.

The worst part about the carnival wasn't even all the screaming children, or the strange fascination with fried sugar...no, it was definitely the rides.

"C'mon, it's just a Ferris wheel," whined Kili. "You already won't let us go on the Barrel Rider."

"Because it's a death trap."

"Urgh, we've ridden like one thing!" Fili groaned.

"Tea cups!" Kili reminded them all.

"So lame."

The problem was that Thorin would not let them go on the rides alone. Overprotective of him? Maybe, but he wasn’t budging on it. The boys had therefore harassed him all night about the supposed lack of thrills. Even after he'd got them each a treat called Fried Surprise– and if that wasn't thrilling he didn't know what was. Kids these days.

The point was, Thorin did not want to go on the Ferris wheel and he hadn't wanted to go on the spinning crockery either. But he'd made sacrifices. He'd soldiered on. And...it looked like he was going to have to do it again, because Kili had started to cry. “Make them happy!” Dís screeched in his head. Damn.

"Fine, fine," he said, and the tears abruptly stopped. "You...." Fooled again. "Fine."

"Yay!" Kili chirped. "I want to sit in the red car!" He tore off with Fili hot on his heels and Thorin having to power-walk after them. His stomach was already sinking.

The line wasn't too long and they managed to wind their way to the front in ten minutes. When they reached the ride operator, he halted them there while the wheel turned until the little seats were aground. Thorin took a fortifying breath.

"Two to a seat," the operator told them, letting Fili and Kili run toward a red car. Thorin sat in the one behind them, his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he closed his eyes as the other cars filled up. This was going to be awful, he just knew it.

Something dropped into his lap.

"Hold this," said a curly haired man. He stood in front of the empty seat beside Thorin, shuffling through an overflowing backpack. The bag in his lap smelled like candy floss.

"Uh– "

"Thanks," said the man, before sitting down beside Thorin. He didn't take the bag out of Thorin's lap, and instead sighed heavily.

"Please pull the bar down until you hear it lock into place!" The operator yelled over the excited squeaks of dozens of children. Thorin looked around wildly.

"Budge up." The curly haired man was staring at him, tugging at the bar that was blocked by Thorin's arms. Thorin was surprised to find that he was hugging the stranger's bag for dear life.

The bar pressed down and clicked into place. Thorin's eyes widened as the wheel moved forward and he saw his nephew's feet rise from the ground.

"Whoo hoo!" shouted the children, Kili being the loudest.

His stomach swooped as they rose into the air, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, counting to ten in his head as they reached the top and came to a stop.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

Thorin turned instinctively toward the sound, but saw that it was not his nephews calling. Instead, it was two curly haired boys about the same age as Kili and Fili in the car in front of them.

"Uncle, look how high we are!" shouted the little dark haired one.

The stranger next to him looked down. "Wow, amazing," he agreed, and then muttered so only Thorin could hear, "oh my god when will this end."

Thorin wanted to respond with something grumpily commiserating, but he was pretty sure that if he opened his mouth his lunch would just come spewing out. He swallowed painfully.

Thorin startled a bit when the curly haired man grabbed up the bag he had so unceremoniously dropped into Thorin's lap before. He was even more bemused when the man opened it up and pulled out a stuffed toy.

"Here, hold this."

He shoved the toy into Thorin's arms. This...this was...what?

"What is it?" he blurted, confused.

The man gave him a look that said 'really?'

"It's a bunny," he replied, waving at it.

"I know...that."

"You don't like heights, do you?"

Was Thorin that obvious? Well that was humiliating. The wheel started to move again. "Whoa, whoa! Oh no," Thorin moaned.

"Quick, cuddle it."

"W-what?"

"Cuddle the damn bunny."

Thorin cuddled it until the wheel stopped. He took a deep, slightly shaky breath. "I'm hugging a stuffed toy," he whimpered.

"Could always be worse. Hey. Are those yours?"

Fili and Kili were rocking their car back and forth, laughing uproariously. Thorin gazed at them, aghast.

"Fili! Kili!" he tried to shout, but only croaked. "Stop that dangerous thing right now."

"Aw, we're fine, Uncle Thorin!" Kili said, looking up at him. "I like your green car!" He yelled up at the curly haired boy.

"Thanks! We wanted the blue."

Thorin and the stranger were in the blue car, and he wondered if he'd made enemies of these curly creatures. His stomach turned and he did his best impression of Lamaze breathing.

"Thorin, huh? I'm Bilbo," said the stranger. "That one is Frodo, my nephew, and his sensible friend Sam. The bunny's name is Number 212."

"It's...what?"

"212." Bilbo looked him in the eyes. "It's my nephew's 212th stuffed animal. I know. I count them. They're all over my house."

"I...understand." And Thorin did. His nephew and his sister lived with him and so did all their crap, after all. He looked down at Number 212. "She's soft."

"I won her after thirty minutes of throwing balls into holes, so she’d better be." Bilbo sat back in his seat and rubbed his eyes. "All I want is a nap right now. And tea. Tea, silence, and sleep." The curly haired boys were now rocking their car back and forth too. "No, maybe whiskey. So much whiskey."

Thorin couldn't help but smile. "Vodka with a twist."

"I'll take it. I'd honestly drink jet fuel, right now."

"Don't like carnivals?"

Bilbo gave him that look again. "What, do you?"

The Ferris wheel was moving again, and they were going backward quite fast and then swooping toward the ground. They rose back up to hoots and hollers and Thorin moaned dismally until the ride came to another harrowing stop. The bunny was smooshed in his arms.

"Poor Number 212, I think you've smothered her. How long have you been acrophobic?"

Thorin licked his lips. "Since I was a kid."

"Sorry, that can't be fun," said the man, and surprisingly he sounded sincere. "I'm afraid of cats."

"Are you serious?"

"Yep, hate them. The big vacant eyes and the claws and the...meowing. Scares me to death. And hey, I didn't laugh at your heights thing!"

And Thorin really was laughing. "Yeah, but, being afraid of heights is normal. Cats...not so much."

"Whatever. Oi! I saw that Frodo Baggins."

Bilbo’s nephew had apparently just tossed Thorin's nephew some contraband, which he didn't catch and which was now scattered somewhere on the ground. Oh god, don't look down. It looked like a handful of pixy stix and Thorin was glad it hadn’t reached its destination. His boys had already eaten their weight in sugar.

"Kids," Bilbo muttered. 

"Yours are as bad as mine," Thorin said sympathetically. "I didn't think they had equals– oh shit."

The wheel was moving backward and doing it's swooping thing again, and then...sweet Jesus, they were done. Thorin was so intent on getting out of his seat that he flailed uselessly at the bar holding them back, until Bilbo took over with a laugh and freed them.

"Please exit the ride in an orderly fashion," said the operator, just as Thorin shot passed him and stumbled off of the platform. Fili and Kili toddled along behind him.

The dirt ground had never felt so good, and if he was a lesser man he might have kissed it.

"I like your bunny, Uncle Thorin," Fili sniggered, and that was when he noticed that he was still holding onto the stuffed animal for dear life.

Thorin looked around for the curly haired man, who he spotted coming toward them, his nephew and the sensible friend hanging off of his arms.

"Well that was fun," Bilbo said dryly. "You can keep her if you want."

"Um." He looked at the toy. "No, uh, that's ok. I–"

"Barr-el ri-der, barr-el ri-der, barr-el ri-der!" his nephews and Bilbo's nephews (all the nephews) had started to chant.

"Oh, god." He was going to throw up if he had to go on that stupid roller coaster and you know what? He was definitely keeping Number 212.

"Yeah, yeah," Bilbo told them, though he obviously just agreed so they would shut up. "But no more horsing around."

Thorin turned to Bilbo a bit desperately as the children started to walk toward the roller coaster. "I...can't. I’m gonna die up there alone."

"Sure you can," Bilbo told him, grinning encouragingly. "And you're not alone, you’ve got a little bunny!"

"It's not...." Enough.

"Come on," Bilbo laughed, grabbing onto Thorin's arm and dragging him after the kids. "I'll ride it with you."

#30 day otp challenge #bagginshield #hobbit fic