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Cinderella | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
You awoke to the kneading of a suited cat against your chest. Slow to wake you let your head fall back into the plush of your bed only to be called by a peeved meow.
“I know. I know Luci. I’m coming.”
Not even bothering to change out of your pajamas you slipped into your cat-themed slippers and followed behind the cat bee-lining it to his feeding tray. You took out the pre-plated meal as quickly as possible and heated it. Lifting yourself off the ground onto the adjacent counter you saved yourself from the anxious pawing that Lucius was doing on the floor parallel to the activated microwave. Hearing a familiar tune play you opened the mini door to promptly bring the feisty cat his meal. You sighed, satisfied as you heard the wet and determined sounds of a feeding house cat.
Looking out from the kitchen and foyer you spied the moving shadow under the door of the study. You skipped across the threshold being sure to quiet yourself to tiptoe as you creaked the door open. Within the crack, you watched your stepfather move across the bookshelves, eventually turning so that his back was to the door. Fighting giggles you let yourself be careful of where you stepped to avoid the creaking floorboards, doing your best to creep up on the old man.
“Good morning to you as well (Y/n).”
You sucked your teeth, sitting on one of the many plush armchairs.
“Awww man I thought I caught you good!”
The old man let a ghost of a smile on his face as he made his final selections.
“What did I say about talking like that? At this rate, you will say whatever comes to mind.”
“You already know I do, old dude!”
He turned with a shake of his head carrying the stack he’d made out of the room; you followed suit. Up the stairs and down the hall past the doors of the ones who still had yet to wake. Past the bathroom, the powder room, and into the music room. It was a big room with only two instruments in the corner, two stools, and a flimsy podium to match. He said it was for better acoustics but you guessed he just wanted a room without the clutter that seemed to follow those two.
Setting his books down on a faraway coffee table, he only bought one over to the podium. Adjusting it until he deemed it perfect he stopped to see his dear cat enter the room. Scooping him up, he walked over to your leaning form against the door.
“Thank you for feeding Lucius. I’ve been diving…into some old texts. You know how I get so distracted with that.”
“It’s fine. I know you struggle with the microwave, anyway.” The snide comment has Mozus bristling with embarrassment.
“I don’t struggle with it…I’m just…learning as I go along.”
“Sure. Sure. But we know the truth, right Lucius?”
“Mreow!”
You laugh, hearing a hushed ‘traitor’ as you make your escape headed back to your room. You wonder if it is too soon to make a wish, that you’ll be back in bed before they wake.
“Oi oi Frog what are you doing up without waking me!?”
Too late. You traipse tiredly toward the redheaded misfit seeing that he’s dressed for the day and already sporting a mean face.
“Well sorry,” you dragged the word with a roll of your eyes. “Next time you want to wake up this early leave your cat door unlocked!”
“Eeegh!? And let the furball go through my stuff!? No way!”
“Then don’t come out whining then.”
“Hey don’t you tell me how to-”
“Good Morning you guys!”
With a yawn, in came Deuce with a kinder disposition than Ace. You gave him a ‘morning’ to which Ace only scoffed before letting his eyes land on you. Seeing as they were both up and dressed you guessed you’d deliver the news.
“Guess who’s having lessons today?”
“You?” Deuce tried.
“Ha no, flute and piano! Plus whatever’s in the ‘old texts’”
They groaned once again letting their eyes fall on you and staying there before you shooed them off. Letting them pass you, you watched as Deuce walked robotically down the hall followed by Ace who was slow to leave. With a smirk on his face, he turned to you.
“Feeling cold in just your jammies, huh?”
You squinted your face in confusion before a look down had you crossing your arms around your chest. You shot him a disgusted look as he skipped into the music room; another roll of your eyes and you retreated to the comfort of your room.
Dressed for the day you wandered back to the music room; peaking in on the instruction they needed. They were huddled around Mozus as he instructed movements with his pointer stick, you compared it to that of a wizard in a book of fiction. The looks on their faces were serious–a rare thing for the idiots that never grasped anything. You leaned in only to catch snippets of what they were saying.
“...protect them…whatever it…takes…”
“... even…?”
“Yup, I mean who wouldn’t?”
Before you could listen any further they quieted upon someone’s alert of your presence. The cat meowed loudly at you through the crack of the door; you shushed the cat as you let yourself in giving him the pets he probably wanted. It wouldn’t be odd if it weren’t for their immediate actions to look as if they were doing something else. Mozus and Ace played it easy either looking at a book or blowing a raspberry before writing something. Deuce was the dead giveaway; eyes widening and darting across the room as he flailed to read a book upside down.
“Sooo what’ya doin’?
“We’re about to begin a music lesson if you’d like to join us?”
Ace was at the piano cracking his knuckles and hands as if he were about to do manual labor. Deuce was turning red as he practiced harsh blowing techniques into the air before bringing the flute to his lips.
“No no! I’m good.” You frantically spoke. You’d been cursed to hear their harmonies before and you would not let yourself be tortured in such a way again. You began to back out of the room only for Mozus to call for you.
“(Y/n) if you’d be willing would you mind running some errands?”
“Sure!” You liked to go on errands, it was the only thing you were really allowed to do.
“Make sure to take Lucius with you!”
The cat was already meowing at you down the hallway going into your room. He had the right idea the moment they touched those instruments.
“Thanks again, Trey! You know how much Trein loves your bread.”
“Oh? Is he the only one?” Trey teased as he placed the wrapped loaves into your basket.
“Well…maybe…I’ll help myself to a few slices if there’s any left. Ace and Deuce are ravenous.”
Behind his frames, you could see his eyes glaze over in a disgruntled haze but as quickly as it came it left; letting a smile spread across his face.
“Then maybe I’ll give you an extra loaf. Just for you to enjoy.”
Lucius gave a pensive meow.
“Ah, I don’t know…I have other errands to run and I don’t have anything extra.”
“No worries, I’ll give you an extra for free… it's a…creme special…”
You tilted your head in thought genuinely trying to think of what wouldn’t leave you in a bad light.
“But I wouldn’t want you wasting product on something yer givin’ for free.”
“No worries it was going stale anyway, just wait here just a second.”
The baker disappeared behind into the kitchen; in the meantime, you rocked on your heels. Shushing the cat that seemed to get antsier by the second, making you internally plead that Trey hurries it up. As if to answer your call the baker emerged looking flushed but proud he handed you the clear-wrapped piping hot bread with a white glaze on it. Adding it to the other loaves of bread you dismissed yourself with an honest curtsy figuring it’d leave you less in debt to him.
“Thanks again, Trey! Though I doubt this was going stale!”
“Please it was on its way out! Have a good day, (Y/n)!”
“You too, man!”
You waved, walking out the door of the bakery straight to your car gingerly placing the bread basket and Lucius in the backseat. You made sure to give the needy kitty a rub before driving to your next destination: the tailor. Ace and Deuce had a nasty habit of somehow destroying everything they owned within a twenty-hour period; suits were no exception. So for your last errand of the day you were collecting an order of suits for them. With Trein’s name, you let the stuttery attendant disappear into the backroom before letting your eyes wander in wait.
“Ooh, that suit…”
Speaking to no one you eyed the mannequin sporting a character of a suit. Exaggerated points and a tail that gave it a regal feel; you imagined yourself fitting snugly in its place. You imagined a jealous scoff of Ace and the awe on Deuce’s face as you posed next to their plain, irresponsible suits. You smirked to yourself, nodding to the ceiling as you imagined the scene so vividly.
“You should get it.”
Your eyes snapped open to someone new, a boy with lilac hair and soft features. His short stature leaned against the counter as he stared in your direction. You straightened yourself out crossing your arms as you got a read on this dude’s emotion,
“Excuse me?”
“You like the suit, don’t you? And we both know you’d look good in it so just do it.”
Your eyes drifted longingly to the suit before darting back to the man or rather in his general direction.
“Hey?! What do you–mean by that?”
Before you could search for the mysterious complimenter, the attendant returned with two wrapped suits letting you carry out the transaction. You let your eyes roam the shop once more before asking the fidgeting attendant.
“Hey, who was with you today?”
“W-what?”
“T-the the little man, he was trying his best to sell that suit over there. Is he a new employee or–?”
“Uhm I’m the only one on staff today..did someone come into the shop?” She murmured as she looked to the distance in thought,” Maybe the bell rang and I didn’t notice?”
You shook your free hand in an attempt to calm her down, “It's fine it’s fine, I’m probably just hungry. Welp thank you and have a good day!”
You dismissed yourself going back to your air-conditioning car with Lucius sitting in the front seat as if waiting for you to return. Thanking the cat for not honking your horn, you draped the suits on the passenger seat; scooping up the cat you took the car out of park. Sending one last look towards the tailor before driving off.
For a good half of the ride, you kept going back to the strange fellow in the store. He did have a different kind of energy around him…it felt almost…sparkly? That aside you decided to forget about the whole encounter and instead focus on the road. Speaking of, your feline passenger was being especially quiet; a far cry from the usually vocal meowing as he tries to sit in your lap. Waiting until a stop light you let yourself look in the rearview mirror to spot Lucius pawing at the opening of the bread basket.
“Lucius, please don’t touch that.”
You cursed yourself for not bringing a toy for him; focusing on getting home fast enough before any damage could be done. When you pulled into the driveway you could already see the vehicle of another one that represents the royal convoy. You hurriedly grabbed everything you’ve gathered leaving the door open to let Lucius run in himself. The cat did just that with a certain loaf in tow.
“Lucius!? Hey! That’s my bread, Lucy come on!”
You struggled to follow the cat inside as you juggled the suits and the bread basket hanging on your arm. Nonetheless, you made your way in completely unaware of the company your family was entertaining.
“-as I was saying we will not be needing any more invitations.”
“And as I see it you will be needing more invitations.” The determined voice came from who you assumed must’ve been the owner of the royal vehicle. “Ruggie if you please.”
Peeking out from behind your little pile you spied the royal colors of orange and black worn by a beefy guy with dark skin and white hair. You quickly averted your eyes when his amber eyes stared intensely into yours, disappearing into the kitchen you fanned yourself to fruitlessly calm the heat that enveloped your face; missing the dispute your father and the knight seemed to have with your father.
“I will repeat..that is but a servant: someone who best stays with the house for our livelihood.”
“So you insist…” The amber-eyed knight sneered in disbelief looking at his confidant who reentered the room with a framed photo in his hands.
“Well, it doesn’t seem like this…servant of yours…is all that depended on to sort your house.” Snickering to himself Ruggie flung a decorative globe from his pocket leaving Deuce to lunge as he caught the item. “Which is the house of an upper-middle-class family that can certainly afford a night on the town. Though I get why you’d want to keep them a secret they are quite the…catch.”
On the last word, the royal attendant threw the frame in Mozus’ direction which he caught gingerly holding the frame to his chest as the knight further glared at him. The royal envelope was also shoved in his direction dropping it at his feet when he made no moves to receive it.
“His Highness expects all to be there. Good day.”
“Hishishishi, bye-bye.”
Both knight and attendant left with a glare and smirk respectively before leaving as swiftly as they came; leaving their hosts in a dreary position. Ace and Deuce entered the foyer both cradling various pictures and artistic decor. Exchanging dark looks with one another as you finally entered the foyer, awkwardly swinging your arms back and forth as you picked up on the tense atmosphere.
“Sooo you guys want to tell me about what happened there? Did Ace finally get caught for some stupid crime?” You tried to lighten the mood as you poked fun at Ace. But he didn’t react to you simply looking away as Deuce caved.
“Well no it's more like we have something to tell you–what?”
Elbowed in the ribs the boys begin something of a glaring contest which has Mozus intervening. Sending them away with a look you and your step-father are the only ones left in the room as the two grumbles to their rooms.
“So what’s this all about?”
“The prince is holding a banquet..in hopes of finding a spouse.” Mozus sighed as he moved towards the study; sitting in his chair. “His employees were adamant that we all make an appearance.”
“All of us?” Sitting across from him you looked into his tired eyes.
“Yes. I’m under the impression that they believe us to be…abusive to you…so they were insistent that you attend.”
You sucked your teeth in annoyance. “Can’t we like makeup an excuse…like that my formal wear got destroyed or something? I mean if they had any doubts I could just back it up.”
Mozus let out a weary sigh as he stared into the distance.
“But I doubt that would work, they are royalty after all.”
“Royalty Shmoyalty we pay our taxes and as such, we should be allowed to marry who we please. And not be forced to play bachelorette with this prince-guy.”
He laughed at your statement, settling into the chair as you do the same. Smiling at his ounce of joy that settled into a look of trust.
“So…will you be alright not to attend…under such circumstances?”
“Yeah of course! Lucius and I can have a ball of our own…all under a happy accident.”
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“Told you they’d be slippery.” Prince Leona laughed as he listened to the feedback of the conversation. Amused by the way his knight and attendant’s eyes widen as they listened in. As he predicted his prey and their herd were a slippery bunch; collectively united to make his hunt that much harder. While he did prefer to nap rather than hunt he didn’t mind the means all that much when the end would be so fulfilling.
“Uh, you sure you really want this one? I don’t know if it’s worth marrying into a family brave enough to defy the crown.”
“I- ’ll have to agree with Ruggie-senpai on this one. Would you really want to mate with someone with so many…admirers.”
The knight spoke frankly, having tailed the auspicious character that everyone couldn’t help but swoon over. Too often had he watched the citizens sink into the darkest depths of depravity all in pursuit of this…(Y/n)-character. For all, he could deduct it wouldn’t be bizarre that those with more sway in nobility or even other kingdoms may come to desire them the same way. They could use their power after being exposed to them either through violence or diplomatic servitude.
(Y/N) Trein was a dangerous specimen, to Jack, for someone so unaware of their effect on people they easily captivate anyone that so much as glances at them. He didn’t know what scared him more the prospect of many endangering the life of his prince or the pull of his own desire for you. It was shameful but he found no solace in running from his emotions. All he knew is that it’d be trouble if his master decided to wed you…
“Heh. Don’t you think that’s a good enough reason anyway?” Leona snickered at his subordinates’ blinking in confusion.
“Who else will have the resources to keep such a snare, locked up tight?”
“Then what about the bigwigs? Won’t they want to see them?” Ruggie tested, hoping to catch the Prince off-guard. Leona only laughed flashing his canines in a toothy grin.
“I doubt you’d two would let that happen,” He laughed at the shocked look Jack would make as he turned to see Ruggie’s expression of panic. “Don’t think I couldn’t tell, they are practically irresistible.”
“A-aren’t you…worried that we’d steal them from you?”
Leona leaned back with his hands behind his head, letting his legs cross on the center console smirking to himself.
“Tch steal them and face the entire fleet of my brother’s kingdom? Fat chance. Jack’s too uptight and Ruggie’d run out of money,” the two shrugged and turned away in affirmation.
“Besides we’re all quite good at sharing with one another. Right, Jack?”
“Hishishishi”
Jack’s cheeks dusted with heat as Ruggie snickered, bashfully putting his arms behind his head. Letting the hyena calm his laughter, the knight cleared his throat already paging the royal tailors.
“I’ll go ahead and place the orders. One for a simple delivery and the second one for their untimely incident.
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“Ooops the outfit I just got from the royal family ended up in the furnace. Oh—ACE! Are you paying attention!”
“What?”
He looked up at you with the residue of whatever he was eating on his face as he gave you a stupid dumbfounded look. You sneered and rolled your eyes resisting the urge to pull at his ear or smack him upside the head but since his eyes were on you you continued.
“Ace. Look at what’s happened to my outfit from the royal family, I’ve accidentally thrown it into the furnace. See?”
“Uhhh okay? You wanna medal of somethin’?”
You just needed a witness. You just needed a witness. Carrying what you could ‘save’ from the furnace you put it in a metal bucket as you carried it to your father who sat dutifully writing a letter to the prince’s staff. You sweatdropped at his old-fashioned style as you set down your evidence for your computer already typing the beginning of his letter.
“Hey, it might arrive in time if we email them a picture..”
“...I guess that would serve our cause just as nicely.”
While you weren’t worried about informing them of your absence so early you didn’t want your Father who was guaranteed to possibly run into those intimidating lackeys to be accused of not even attempting. With hours until the banquet it would put the royal family in the impossible position of producing a tailor–made masterpiece in time. You left him to type awkwardly at the computer, hoping to save him from the embarrassment of your pity.
“Well, then I ought to get ready for the night.”
You had grand plans to enact a night full of debauchery as you relished in the emptiness of the house. Which consisted of finally going through the steamy selections Trein believed to be a pile of ash. Along with preparing to prepare for the turf war of pranks that Ace and Deuce seemed to endlessly rule. It would be glorious! That being said, you wasted no time bugging the duo to prepare for their departure as well as protecting their suits from whatever disaster seems to follow them.
Trein was also kept busy not only preparing his email but steeling himself as he slid his wand into the undercoat of his suit. Despite your attempt to help he was certain the prince wouldn’t take kindly to this…incident. He was prepared to lose the battle himself but his sons were the only ones he needed to keep safe. Anyone would carry out his will, should the worse come to be, it’d be them.
“Y-you don’t think we’ll have to use these…do you?”
Deuce’s breathless whisper weighed heavy on Trein’s heart but he steeled himself. They need to be strong and as their only role model left he needed to embody that. So with eyes cold and distant, he encouraged them to be prepared.
“I won’t cry for you old man because you’re not dying. And (Y/n)’s not going to end up with that pompous prince anyway! Not if I have anything to say about it!”
“Y-yeah.”
Could a father be more proud? His hugs were tight and firm, a silent reminder of his love before facing you. You have always been a joy to nurture. Prideful and loving it hurt not to warn you of his possible end but he couldn’t bring himself to worry you now. So with an ache in his heart, he smiled a woeful ‘farewell’ as you giggled something unread. But he couldn’t have asked for a better send-off.
“Yes! Now that they’re gone I can be an absolute menace!”
And your night of menacing would begin as you begin your plans for the night. Completely unminding of the sun setting as you continued to enjoy your time in an empty house. All was well traps were set, and treats were had but then an ominous knock at the door had you shooting off the couch.
“Delivery of the royal family.”
The sound of steps quickly receding and the sound of tires skirting off. You rushed to the door, opening it to find a dreaded copy of the outfit you destroyed hours before. Were you wrong? Was the royal family truly so prominent that they were fast enough to prepare this!? You took it inside and began to pace…surely they shouldn’t expect you to show up with your family’s car already gone? But if they were so adamant about something as small as this perhaps they would send a car. Or some form of transportation so that your father would not be at fault, right? Right?!
You stuck your head out into the dark and chilling night, looking down the street across the estate. Alas, no car or limo was in sight nor the sound of any vehicles on the street. With a heart full of anxiety you turned back into your home, closing the door. You kept your eyes trained on the wooden floorboards as you wracked your brain for some solution.
“Well, that’s convenient.”
The sultry voice has you snapping in horror to the living room where a man or rather three were hovering around. In the armchair facing the door was a man with blonde hair and purple tips that curled at the sparkling surface of his purple suit that’s back curtained into a tuft half-skirt. He wore a full face of makeup, sporting a knowing smolder and a raised chin giving a look of refinement. The other man with blonde hair in a bowl cut stood just behind the same chair dressed in a matching tail suit that reached dramatically at his calves. He tipped his hat with a widening smile as you met his emerald gaze.
“Bonjour mon cheri, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“F-finally?”
You were slow to join them in the living room despite their unchallenging demeanor. Only moving forward when the third male with soft features was lackadaisically rifling through the frames of your family on a nearby coffee table. You ran over taking it from him to put it back in its place, the lavender-haired male shrugged returning to the side of the man with folded hands in the chair. You scratched at your head as you took in the odd throuple.
“So what are you? How did you get in here? Why are you–”
“We don’t have much time (Y/n) so I’ll make this short. Rook!”
The blonde with the hat stepped forward, “Yes My Queen!”
Clearing his throat he opened his hands as he presented each of them.
“We are your fairy…helpers. This Roi du Poison: Vil and this is Monsieur Crabapple: Epel and as you’ve heard I am Rook! We are at your service for the night!”
You opened your mouth to respond, stopped by Vil’s raised hand. He sighs and shakes his head.
“I’m certain you have questions (Y/n), but we don’t have time for that. At this moment Mozus Trein is ingesting the poison that will kill him at the stroke of midnight.”
“What–! Why didn’t you say something sooner!”
“I’m telling you now so hush. We’ll give you the antidote but-”
“But?”
Rook excitedly chimed “You must be back by midnight! Otherwise–”
This time it was Epel who spoke in a hasty tone, “Or we’ll be forced to collect a form of payment from the life that was saved.”
“Do you accept?”
His made-up smile was unreadable but his eyes smiled with curiosity. As though you’d have any other answer to their proposal.
“I accept.”
Rook cheered while you unraveled the gaudy garments that matched the kingdom’s colors. Vil grimaced and gagged.
“Oh no, I am not letting you arrive in that! Especially not late!”
As if he was gliding he stood up from his seat to stand nearly chest to chest with you. You pulled away when he moved his hand to your face, flashing you a look of solemn sarcasm before materializing a wand in a flash of sparkles.
Smiling at your dropped jaw he waved the wand over your head. Just like its appearance the wand sprinkled sparkles all over your lounge clothes transforming them into a magnificent outfit, with frills and folds that added a new type of elegance. You even felt a tiara appear on your head before Vil slapped your hand away. The final touch was a stylish pair of sneakers, you flashed him a curious look while he sighed.
“Judging by the time,” He flashed a look at the clock. “You’ll need to move fast, ballroom wear isn’t exactly what you need.”
“Touche”
Rook appeared from behind him with a mirror in hand showing the unfamiliar reflection of you in stellar makeup.
“You look like rêve dans la vraie vie!”
“Uh, thanks?”
Smoothing out the outstanding frills and floof you hurried to the door before returning to Vil who shook his head again before handing you the vial with a color-changing liquid. You held it close, finding a secure pocket to store the vial before once again heading to the door to make a hard stop with sunken shoulders.
“Guys! I don’t have a car!”
Vil deadpanned, “Not my department.”
“It’s mine!” Epel shouted, smiling widely as he took your hand with his leading you out the door. Holding you behind him, he enthusiastically pulled out his wand and waved it wildly around, much less precise as Vil had done.
Similar sparkles popped wildly about to reveal a coolish blue and purple vehicle. Screaming slim and sleek it looks like the latest edition of motorcyle. Noting how it matched your look, you jumped as the engine revved animatedly as though it was calling out to you. Turning to Epel who was proudly smiling at your shocked face.
“B-but I don’t know how to ride–”
“Don’t worry! It’s magic! Now go! go!”
He pushed you along to start running towards the bike. You leaned forward, gripping the handles feeling a warm urge rush over you as you reeled your right hand back to try the engine. Booming loud and spiking your adrenaline you almost missed the warning he gave as you kicked up the stand.
“Once you get closer to the time limit it’s not going to work the same.”
“Okay got it! Bye, and thanks!”
You hurriedly waved to the three who were standing on the front door steps, each waving to you with their varied levels of energy. Jetting off you let what must’ve been the magic course through your veins as you mindlessly turned through the empty streets towards the castle banquet hall.
“I’m coming, Dad! Just give me time!”
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Deuce could barely stand to sway with the woman who had asked him to dance. He was too busy keeping his eyes on his father. Engaged in conversation with the prince’s guard looking especially terse as he smoothly sipped at his champagne glass.
“Hey, boy!? Are you paying attention or am I just that nice to hold?”
“S-sorry!”
He hurriedly released his hold on the woman, quickly wiping his hands against his suit before scampering into the crowd of beautiful people. Baby blue eyes searched frantically for his brother, feeling the burning weight in the pocket close to his chest. His searching proved fruitless as he lost his tact in maneuvering between the giant dresses and tailcoats.
“A-ace?”
“Hey!?”
“S-sorry!”
Breaking out of the crowd he found himself in the darker section of the garden. Away from the floating lights and mingling guests. Collapsing on a bench to clutch at his heart that was beating a mile a minute. How could he be so useless? His father was possibly having the biggest confrontation of his life and all he could do was search for his brother in hopes of intervening. He couldn’t recall when he became such a coward. Maybe it was the day he lost his new mother? Or when (Y/n) was almost abducted? Or that time Ace left him in that closet? But what did it matter? To blame any one moment distracted from the outstanding major point–that Deuce was a coward that might be losing someone soon. Two if he didn’t get up soon.
He tried to stand but was cruelly returned to his spot when he felt his body trembling. Could he take on anyone with such fragility? Without Ace’s loud presence to hide behind?
Deuce shakily inhaled and exhaled.
“What are you doin’ out here?”
The voice was gravelly and deep as if its owner had just awakened. Easing his fear with curiosity the ravenette looked to the bush across from him. The owner of the voice was yawning and stretching from out the previously neat shrubbery. Dark-skinned with cat-like eyes and unruly hair, Deuce thought he looked familiar but couldn’t place his face. Leona on the other hand, let a fanged smirk spread across his face, and recognized him right away.
“Uh, what are you doing…sleeping in a bush…at a party?”
“Probably the same reason, you’re out here crying.”
“I-i’m not crying!”
Leona chuckled, leaping out of the bush to tower over the still-sitting Deuce. With sly intention, the prince sat next to him feigning sympathy as he probed further.
“Oh? Then what are you doing? Did you just get dumped, maybe?”
He sighed, “No…I’m just getting over an…insecurity, I guess.”
“Insecurity?”
“I just…get kind of anxious and recently I’ve just been scared.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah. I think I’m just worried because my Da–father’s life is kind of in danger and I’m just not–”
Leona was mentally rolling his eyes. This guy just kept going on and on. But perhaps if he could show a little sympathy it’d help smooth things over in the future. After all, it'd be helpful to have his brother-in-law willing to speak well in his spouse’s ear.
“Well, I think you should focus on getting some security.”
“Security?”
“Yeah, whatever option certifies your status and family’s well-being no matter how small.”
“Wait what was tha–?”
Deuce’s question was interrupted by the crux of gasps from the party guests. Who all seemed to be gawking at something deep within the party hall. Deuce stood up, wasting no time to fight through the crowd; praying it wasn’t shock from someone’s untimely death. On the other hand, Leona sauntered, slinking around the crowd to watch what caught everyone’s attention.
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In the sea of guests dressed in the earthly colors of the kingdom, you were sure you stood out. Your outfit was a macrame of blues and purples, sparkling beyond any normal amount. This is why you couldn’t fault the entire gaggle of guests guffawing at your wear and if looked under a speculative scope could be considered a direct protest of the crown. It might have been an unintentional perk but you’d take it nonetheless.
Almost immediately you spotted Mozus looking shocked with his drink in hand. Still panting from running up the steps, you strode with confidence purposely taking—whoever this man was to the prince—by surprise as you guided your father away.
“Excuse me, I must speak to my father for a moment.”
“Uh, y-yeah–I mean, yes.”
You didn’t wait for his response while you led your father away, sneakily slipping the drink out of his hand. Finally coming to terms with you being there, Mozus spoke trying to keep his composure as you started to waltz, joining the still-staring crowd as you spoke.
“(Y/n) you look–”
“Stunning? Dazzling? Remarkable? I know.”
He smiled and shook his head at you.
“But what are you doing here? I thought we agreed you’d stay home.”
He twirled you and you responded, “We did. But they sent another.”
“Another?!”
“Another.”
You two followed the steps, both of you taking a look at the non-dancing folks. The prince is among them. Sucking your teeth, you took your father’s hand dragging him off the dance floor to the table holding drinks. Pulling the vial out of your pocket you didn’t bother to hide it as you frantically dumped the vial into a glass before holding it out to him.
“I don’t have much time. You need to drink this.”
He looked at you like you were Ace–stupid. You leaned in keeping your voice low as you laid it out for him.
“I got a tip that you have been poisoned,” you put your finger up as he looked ready to argue.
“ You did drink? Didn’t you?”
His embarrassed silence told you everything you needed to know.
“Which is why you need to drink this cure and I have to leave before we’re in debt for it.”
Mozus opened his mouth and closed it, finally taking the glass from your hand. Holding it to his chest as he looked at you.
“Are you certain?”
“Of what?”
“Of this…being a cure.”
“...”
“(Y/n)--”
“Please! I don’t want to take the chance…”
He couldn’t resist the way you looked at him with those pleading (e/c) eyes, so much like the toddler he’d fallen in love with from day one. Mozus Trein would always have a strength weakness and you were one of three.
“Fine.”
He downed the champagne like a madman, going back to his stoic expression. He raised an eyebrow as you continued to stare at him as if expecting some immediate change to happen.
“Don’t you have to leave before we’re in debt?”
“Ohhh! You’re right!”
You hugged him before sprinting through the crowd, unfortunately on your way out you could already see the stuttering man and another running to catch you before you reached the door. In your dash, you took a detour using the crowd to stifle their chase, looking around for those familiar pair of troublemakers.
“Oi! I said we’re dancing, didn’t I!? LET’S GO PRINCEY!”
It was Ace dragging the scowling prince to the dance floor away from the position that would have been your doom. You silently thanked him as you spotted the night sky, about to jump down the steps you stopped because of the burly man guarding your exit.
“I apologize! But per my prince’s orders, I can not let you through!”
Before you could retaliate you were stilled by the increasing cry of Deuce flying by!
“ I AP-OL-OGIZE!”
Crashing into the man his momentum sent the both of them tumbling down the stairs. You ran behind them passing by to get to your magic motorcycle. Shouting behind you, you stuck your thumbs up.
“Thanks, Deucey!”
Instead of words, you were met with the continuous grunts and fleshy sounds of being punched. You stopped yourself from looking and instead focused on mounting your ride once more. But something wasn’t sitting right, wasn’t there another–?
“Hi, there!”
“Whoa!”
Standing right in front of you was a leaner male, smaller than the prince, and the guard smiling mischievously as he blocked your ride.
“Where are ya goin’ so fast?”
“None of your business!”
“What? Don’t you want to–”
His smile became a smirk as he raised his hand toward you. You felt like you were having an out-of-body experience where you couldn’t control any of your movements.
“Laugh With Me?!”
At that moment a flash of sparkles seems to sprout from your outfit shooting into the man’s face. He reeled back, falling to the ground and curling into himself as he clutched his nose. Recognizing the sparkle you sent a kiss to the sky before zooming off on your motorcycle.
“THANK YOU!!”
Riding off into the night you let yourself breathe. One hurdle at a time. The next one is getting home in time which should be fine. As long as the prince and his goons are occupied at the very least you’ll get home in time.
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“Are you sure that was okay?” Epel asked as he worriedly watched you ride on the motorcycle he had spent months crafting.
Vil didn’t respond, watching with mixed feelings as he zoomed in on your determined face. Setting the mirror down he leaned into the armchair as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Technically yes. Usually, the fairy godparent should have done everything within their power to assure their success…”
Epel grimaced, “But we don’t want that, do we?”
At Vil’s silence, Epel went on grazing his fingers along your face on one of the framed photos.
“We…don’t keep them if they make it back, right? So we should want them to fail…so we shouldn’t help right?”
Vil exasperatedly sighed as he looked at the decor of the home. He scoffed lightly, threading his gloved hands through his hair as he let a defeated smile grace his face.
“But we love them so dearly, we can’t help but want the best for (Y/n). That little Minx.”
Playfully cursing at you as he watched you through the glass of his all-seeing mirror. Epel returned to his side looking over his shoulder with a look Vil couldn’t pinpoint.
“But what if–the situation with the prince, right? It’s not going to get better, right? Then maybe we can have them then?”
“In exchange for saving them from a forced marriage and protecting their family?.... That’s incredibly dubious Epel. It breaks every rule in the fairy book.”
The petite boy smiled playfully wagging his wand.
“But we’re not fairies are we?”
Vil couldn’t help but cackle laugh alongside his junior’s snickers. Before turning back to the mirror with a settled mind and a happy smile.
“Then it's settled, we'll let them return home in time. Successfully complete the payment and we collect our darling during the next tragedy. Are we all in agreement?”
With vigor, he’d never had towards Vil before he shouted, “Yeah!”
“Hold on…Where’s Rook?”
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You should have been in the clear, a straight shot home would be the end of this night. But whatever small objects whizzing by you on your ride might be telling a different story. You took the backroads surrounded by the woods to keep your pursuers off your trail. Looking in your rearview mirror, you found no lights that said otherwise, and yet why did it feel as though you were still being chased?
You didn’t want to turn off the road but when you felt the break of wind again, you heard the hissing of one of your tires. As quickly as you could you turned back to the main road, finally coming to a stop when you made it to the shopping square.
Getting up from the toppled motorbike to inspect the flat tire expecting to find some small puncture. Instead, you dug through the larger hole to pull out an arrowhead. Immediately you stood up, frantically looking around until you witnessed a flaming arrow landing on your fallen bike.
Backing away from the growing inferno you could finally see the faint outline of a shadowy pursuer. In the darkness of the night, they reeled their arm back and released after another arrow seemed to fly by you. Without another thought, you took off ducking under closed stalls and parked cars as you made your way to the only place you could think of where you could hijack a motorbike.
“Sorry, Trey!”
You quite easily rigged his motorcycle to run after locking the door of the bakery’s private parking lot. As the banging against the door intensified, it had you working fast and you couldn’t help but thank Deuce for his bad egg era. Mounting the motorcycle you waited until your assailant broke down the door, before firing away through the door and over the guy.
You didn’t bother looking for the identity of the masked individual or if they were getting up again. Continuing on your route you flashed a look at the radio clock on the motorcycle, speeding as much as you can. It was a small window but you could make it!
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With minutes to spare you, crashed the motorcycle into the cobblestone of the estate’s entryway climbing your porch and quickly unlocking the door to your home. Stumbling in, you hardly noticed your disintegrating garments returning you to your comfy attire. Bent over and heaving on your knees you took a minute to compose yourself.
“...Congratulations (Y/n). Saving your step-father and returning all in one night is no easy feat.”
“Good job, (Y/n) we knew you could do it!”
Light-headed and heart still beating erratically you gave a lopsided smile to them both, puffing your chest and putting your hands on the backside of your hips.
“All…in…a day’s work. Whoo.”
Suddenly feeling a wave of tiredness come over you, letting your eyes droop and your shoulders sag. Looking down in a startling realization you could feel the light quake of your legs whether from fear or exhaustion from holding you up; you decided on one thing.
“I’m really tired.”
Vil gave a knowing smile as he stepped toward you, putting a warm hand on the middle of your back he let you lean into his touch. Holding you against himself, he let his arm curl around holding you close as he guided you up the stairs and to your room. It didn’t matter to you then that there was no hesitation before opening your door.
Laying you delicately into the mattress, his face brushing against yours raised no alarm only vaguely tickling your nerves as you welcomed the plush of your pillow. Vil was speaking to you, something important indeed but your body didn’t care. Already filling your vision with splotches of black and your eyelids filling the space; you melted into the warmth of your bed.
“--When that time comes all of you is mine.”
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Waking to the muffled angry cries and pawing of a frustrated cat, was a jarring start to your morning. It didn’t help that your body ached and throbbed with the unprepared tension of the night before. With great struggle you raised your lead-heavy limbs from the bed, dragging your feet as you dressed quickly. Just a brush of your teeth, a wash to the face, and putting on your robe—far too tired to change out of your comfy clothes. When you opened your door the cat sped past your slippers; hissing at the state before rubbing himself all over the surface.
“Why are you so miffed it's not like I…had anyone over.”
When you woke you were too caught up with the pain to recall the madness of the night before. Fairy helpers. Magic clothes and a motorcycle. Antidotes to poison. Escaping royalty. A hunter with arrows. It was a timeline of an action movie all of which you didn’t have time to register before now.
“Oh gosh, Trey’s bike!”
Forgoing feeding the cat you ran down the stairs and out the door, dreading that’d you’d find the wreckage you vaguely remember. To your horror the motorbike was twisted in an odd angle, scrapes all over its details, and a concerning amount of arrows lodged into the tires.
“Trey I am so sorry.”
Already preparing for the shifts at the bakery you’d be willing to pick up or any outlandish favor he could come up with in exchange. Letting out a defeated sigh you waved a dismissive hand before heading back inside. Looking for anything out of place you took your time scanning the living room trying to spot a stray footprint or glitter coming up short.
“Hey!” You looked to the stairwell seeing an angry Ace, trailed by Deuce stomping his way down the steps.
“What d’ya think you were doing?! Trashing my room like you did and then showing up to the ball you not to go to!?”
“I didn’t trash your room. And it was an absolute emergency.”
“Well, couldn’t you have an emergency quietly?! You literally wore the craziest outfit—”
“I thought y-you looked really nice.”
“Thanks, Deuce.”
“And got the prince’s attention! The exact person we were trying to avoid!”
“I told you: it was an emergency!”
“Oh yeah?! And was getting Deuce beat up worth it?”
“Sorry but yeah. And what about you Casanova you got to dance with the prince?”
“Shut. It.”
Ace continued to complain but you stopped listening looking around for the one this was all for. Pushing past those two to open the doors of Trein’s study. For a moment there was fear, that the poison was not cured or that the antidote was the opposite of what you’d hoped. That you’re dearest stepfather would not be standing there. That he’d be in the coroner’s office having his case dismissed on the Royal family’s behalf.
But he was there. Standing healthy and firm as he looked at something small nearly invisible. Having heard you come in he squashes it between his fingers turning to you with fondness.
“Judging by the bike outside you had quite the night.”
You chuckled, “I did? I don’t know about that, I wasn’t the one whose life was on the line.”
Mozus gave a look of disbelief before accepting a hug from you. You were happy the night had gone the way it did if it meant saving your dearest dad. Neither of you pulled away as Ace barged in pointing his finger as he was still attempting to berate you. Stopping when he saw neither of you pulls away.
“What is this? A fluffy party? Don’t think just cause you're hugging him doesn’t mean I’m going to get all fuzzy with you!?”
“Don’t get all pissy just because I’m getting hugs!”
“I’m not–” “Did you say hugs? I want in.”
Trein opened the hug, extending a hand to Deuce. Who eagerly pushes past his brother to accept the invitation.
“You may join us, just watch your strength. It would be problematic if you injured (Y/n).”
“Right!”
“He doesn’t want to say it but he’s scared you’ll break his broken back even more.”
“(Y/n).”
“I promise to be gentle pops!”
“I’m not made of glass.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Ace…”
“...Whatever. I’m only coming over because you sad saps won’t stop looking at me like that.”
In a suffocating heap, you hugged your family; relishing in the asynchronous beating of their hearts. It was comforting–their obvious signs of warmth even as they all departed on the pretext of it being too hot, brought a smile to your face.
You did it. They were safe.
The startling knocking on the door broke the moment causing all of you to snap your heads toward the source. With a pensive sigh and shake of your head, you went for the door giving a guilty face to their curious looks.
“No doubt probably Trey who's about to hound me for his bike.”
So sure you swung the door open fully expecting to see an angry green-haired baker. Only to be overcome with dread as you recognized the royal colors decorating the uniforms of the prince and his entourage.
“You’ll have to excuse us (Y/n) (L/n). We have some business with you.”
In no time at all the prince had lazily sprawled himself on an armchair and his guards on the couch, leaving Mozus to take the only other chair in the room. After closing the door on the growing crowd of onlookers you stood dutifully next to Ace and Deuce who stood on both sides of the armchair. Mozus spoke with a pensive bow.
“Your Highness it's an honor. To what do we owe the pleasure?”
The prince was still leaning comfortably in the chair, resting his boots on the coffee table in between. The scrawnier attendant spoke, who you vaguely recalled somehow attempting to stop you.
“His Highness is more than captivated by the daisy, who left the celebration all too soon.”
Their hungry eyes were all on you to which you fumbled your rebuttal.
“A-are you by chance talking about Ace?”
Deuce caught your wandering gaze, shaping his lips into an ‘o’ before joining you.
“Oh yes, I-i saw that His Highness shared a lovely dance with our precious Ace. Did you perhaps fall head over heels in love with him?”
You held in a snicker and so did the slim attendant, doing a terrible job silencing his amusement behind his hands. The prince seemed to growl as he sent a glare in Deuce’s direction who immediately shrunk back in some sort of reprimand. As if intending to break the tension the burly attendant spoke, who you now recalled was the one Deuce tackled for your sake.
“Who we are referring to is (Y/n) (L/n) and as you’ve deduced His Highness is formally asking for your hand.”
A strong silence fell over your family. A collective horror gripping your hearts.
“What if…I planned to refuse?”
Deuce and Ace released a gasp and Mozus turned to look at you, heart aching at the sweat that beaded your brow. The attendants sent a look toward one another before looking to the Prince who sat unbothered, before laughing out loud. It was a scornful laugh. A laugh that made your cheeks burn with stupidity. As if what you had proposed was so outlandish that you might as well paint your face, wear bells on your head, and become a jester.
His laughing stopped as he brought his feet off the table; placing his elbows on his knees and carding his fingers to rest along his chin. Emerald eyes narrowed and challenging he spoke with a rumbling authority.
“Do you think it's a good idea to refuse me? I know you’re not stupid (Y/n). Would you rather be married without any family, prospects, or a clean record? Or would you rather come happily into the royal family without our behest?”
“But you're still threatening me–”
“And? I’m being nice with all the running you’ve been doing from me. I love a good chase but I’m about tired of pushing past these obstacles. And I’m about to knock them down. Permanently.”
The message was clear.
Your family’s protective streak for you was being tested. And so was your own will. More than anything you would have loved to hide behind your father and brothers. But that would be folly against someone who truly had no problem getting rid of your family. It wouldn’t do much to refuse…even if it killed you to lose your freedom to this.
Mozus stood up, angrily gripping the armrests of his chair as he dangerously turned red. Ace and Deuce mirrored his actions more than ready to be thrown into action. So were the attendants who seemed to be waiting for the chance to spring into action.
You have to diffuse this.
You need time to think.
“Dad… it's okay…please.”
With a hand on his shoulder, you guided him back into his seat before turning to the smirking prince.
“I…will…need a minute.”
You didn’t wait for him to answer dashing past Deuce and Ace as you ran into the nearby room: the study. Having half a mind not to cry you began to pace. What could you do? What could be done? The cards have been set and you had the losing hand. All you could do was to give in. And after all, you’d gone through? For the hero you were before, it would all mean nothing.
Even with the force of magic that you’re family had, you couldn’t expect novices and one senior to protect against an army. No. If it was magic you’d need something stronger. Something that has proven to give results. To be a definite victory for you and your family. Kind of like…your fairy helpers.
“I had a feeling you’d need me.”
You turned to see Vil in all his radiant, glittery glory smiling as pridefully as he did before. You ran up to him with a conviction and helpless plea, fully prepared to beg on your knees if you had to.
“Vil…the prince he– he said if I didn’t marry him willingly he’d hurt them–but I really don’t want to sign my life away to that horrible brainless—Do you have anything that can help me?! Or just some way where I can guarantee that my family will be safe?”
A warm hand rubbed against your back and the smell of cedar filled your nose. It reminded you of that one fellow…
“Ohhh~ pauvre biche, Vil we must offer our help!”
There was something about the way he said it. The sing-songy tone that was typical for him had a hint of mocking nature. But surely that was out of understanding perhaps it was something of a minor problem for fairies such as them or that it was all an act in the first place.
“Yeah, Vil, (Y/n)’s our friend we’ve got to help them.”
Epel was on your other side letting his shoulder touch yours in a form of support as he looked to Vil. Seemingly convinced Vil pulls a vile from his pocket. The solution glows a sparkling purple that flashes gradients of green. It was alluring to simply glance at.
“Alright then (Y/n) I have a proposal for you: you drink this and your family will be safe from any others who may wish to harm them,” You opened your mouth to agree, stopping when a gloved finger pushes against your lips.
Vil continues, “But you must agree to accept the journey that comes with it. “
Your eyebrow rose with a question on your tongue only to be stopped by more fingers on your lips.
“I can’t elaborate on that further. All I can say is that we’d be with you the whole way and no one. No one will ever threaten you again.”
It was your choice.
“To concede or thrive? Mon filou, what will you choose?”
“You’ll make the right choice (Y/n)~! I’m sure of it.”
You held your gaze on the swirling solution in the vile.
It was up to you.
#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yandere#yanderes#yandere twst#lilia vanrouge x reader#yanderes x gn reader#yandere vil schoenheit#yandere rook hunt#yandere epel felmier#yandere trey clover#yandere platonic mozus trein#yandere deuce spade#yandere ace trappola#yandere leona kingscholar#yandere ruggie bucchi#yandere jack howl#yandere harem#yandere story
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Veterinarian!Steve Harrington x Reader
wc: 544
Most people hated taking their pets to the vet. Not only did most pets hate it, it was usually a place full of fear. But not for you.
Every couple of weeks, you head over there to make sure your new kitten, Lucy, is doing alright. Every time, you get to spend thirty minutes with the cutest veterinarian, Steve.
You’re pretty sure you’re the only patient that gets to call him Steve.
“Hey! It feels like it’s been forever since I last saw you guys.” Steve smiles, already reaching for Lucy.
“Well it’s only been two weeks. Can’t deprive you of her cuteness for too long!” He laughs, setting Lucy down and starting the checkup.
“She’s very cute, maybe even my cutest patient. But don’t tell the others.” He winks at you, making your heart flutter.
“I’m sworn to secrecy.” Lucy meows as if agreeing, making you both grin.
“Well she seems to be doing just fine! And since she’s about four months now you don’t have to come in as often.” His smile falters just a bit at this news.
“Seems like only yesterday we were in here for the first time…” You run a hand over her back, making her purr.
“Yeah…I guess I’ll see you both in six months?” That sounds like forever, you can only hope he doesn’t forget you by then.
“That sounds good. See you around, doc.” You pick Lucy up with a small smile, putting her in the carrier.
“You too.” He waves as you leave and the hope you had of a date slowly fades away.
It’s a week later, and you’re in the pet food aisle. Lucy seems to like all types of food but you try to switch it up so she doesn’t get bored. You don’t eat the same thing everyday, so why should she?
“That one is really good.” A voice says from behind you and you turn, locking eyes with Steve.
“Hey! Fancy seeing you here!” You can’t help but grin at him. He’s out of his work clothes, instead sporting a forest green sweater and some jeans.
“It’s really great to see you.” Suddenly, you’re very aware of your not so cute outfit. But he’s smiling at you the same as always so maybe that doesn’t matter as much.
“I know. It feels weird not having to visit the vet every 2 weeks.” You put some pet food in your cart, and he does the same.
“Well, we could always meet outside the office?” He shifts some things around his cart, leg tapping just a bit.
“Like…how?” You really don’t want to kid yourself into thinking this is something that it’s not.
“Like a date.” He finally looks up at you, just in time to see you grin.
“That sounds really nice…” You feel like you’re gonna burst with happiness.
“Okay. I can pick you up tomorrow at seven?” You’re already writing your number and address down.
“That sounds great!” He takes the slip of paper, gently sliding it into his pocket.
“Alright. See you then”
Lucy is going to love this.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x you#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington oneshot#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington imagine#stranger things fic
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Canine Cat-astrophe: Chapter 4
(Meanwhile with Mei's group)
Mei, Cal, Lucy, Attilio, and Haoyu stood in the grand library of the Balan Theatre. Sprawled out in front of them were various books about certain ingredients that could only be found in Wonderworld. The group spent their time flipping through the pages.
"One of these books have to have some information about the ingredient that Leo accidentally used," Haoyu said, scanning every page of the book that he held in his hands.
"If I recall, it was something that looked exactly like salt and was in a small glass jar with a red lid," Mei pointed out. She flipped through more of the pages, trying to find the ingredient.
"Aha! I found it, darlings!" Lucy said as she pointed to the page. Everyone rushed over to where the artist stood and read the information about the ingredient:
Animalia Transformatio:
Roughly meaning "Animal Transformation" in Latin, this harmless yet effective ingredient will cause the consumer to transform into the animal that their personality represents. The results can vary from a dog or cat to a mouse or an iguana.
In the event that someone finds themselves transformed into an animal, there is fortunately a cure that can bring themselves back to normal. The recipe to make it is down below:
1 Sweet Durian
2 cups of Golden Pear Juice
3 Royal Blue Jasmine petals, crushed
2 teaspoons of salt
2 tablespoons of sugar
4 cups of water, boiled
"Woohoo!" Mei cheered, excited. "We now have the recipe for the cure. But we need to know how we can make it." However, she yelped as a large dog suddenly jumped onto her, knocking her down onto the ground and licking her face.
"Based off of what we read, Balan's personality is like that of a dog while Lance's is like that of a cat," Attilio guessed.
"Balan! Please get off of Mei," Lucy said, stifling a giggle. However, a familiar voice called out for Balan, getting the dog's attention. "Balan!!"
It was none other than Leo.
(Meanwhile on Yuri's stage)
"Lance?" Emma called out for the cat. "Where are you!? I can't believe that he decided to chase the rat out of your stage, Bruce! Especially after he chose to let it go!"
Bruce was about to reply back when he heard a meow coming from one of the mushrooms. The group turned to the direction of the sound and saw Lance holding on to the live rat in his mouth.
"I found him, you all!" Bruce told the group.
"And he still has the rat…" Aria said, sweatdropping. "I hope he doesn't let it go this time."
Lance made a "Mrrr" sound as he trotted over to the group. The rat still struggled to free itself from Lance's jaw.
"Lance, are you going to let us get rid of the rat this time?" Rebecca asked.
Lance looked up at Rebecca before he placed the rat down for Bruce to get rid off. The ladies breathed a sigh of relief just as Cass came into Yuri's stage.
"There you guys are!" Cass said, holding a bag of cat toys. "I was looking for you. These are some of Daisy's toys that I borrowed from back home. Some of them have catnip infused into them. Let's see if Lance would like them."
"Here goes nothing," Yuri said as she took one of the cat toys, which was a wand with a dangling toy mouse, and waved it to get Lance's attention.
Lance followed the toy as his pupils enlarged, showing his playful side. Then, he wiggled his butt before he charged at the toy.
The group giggled as Lance purred, pouncing on the toy. But a scream suddenly interrupted Lance's playtime.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Mei belongs to @sundove88
Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem
Aria belongs to me.
#balan wonderworld#fanfic#balan#lance#leo craig#emma cole#ocs#haoyu chang#cal suresh#lucy wong#attilio caccini#iben bia#bruce stone#yuri brand#cass milligan
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Nah cos YSI is following trends tbh back in the day when Lucifer from HS was popular they decided to draw Vlad like that and then the Baker bros from OTI,and now that Liam is popular they made Friedrich and that blonde dude in new story they just follow what’s trending in fandom 🙈🙈🙈🙈
dhdjshsjs i definitely didn't get luci vibes from vlad at all. they just copied luke evans's face. the baker brothers also are modelled after conventionally attractive wattpad-esque men (and i love that for them).
but for friedrich, i do feel like liam was the first waifish elven-like sick victorian child-looking LI. he's really popular too, so i believe they tried to replicate the same LI type on to friedrich, and it worked! cause friedrich is super popular. so now i guess we'll see more of this type of dude, or as i like to call them, little meow meows
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10 Most Gorgeous 90’s Crushes
The Timeless Temptresses: Where Are They Now?
Ah, Carmen Electra! The Baywatch days - where even the beach sand seemed to blush around those lifeguards. And guess what? She’s still hotter than a jalapeño in a sauna at over 40! Is there a fountain of youth or did Carmen strike a deal with the aging devil? Someone needs to investigate.
Christina Applegate: From Dumb Blond to Hollywood Bombshell
So, you remember Christina Applegate as Kelly Bundy from the "Married with Children" sitcom, right? Yeah, that one – the show that was like a blast from the past that you can’t believe you watched without cringing. But hold on a second, Christina’s no dummy. She’s been out there dropping wisdom bombs like a knowledge ninja. And hey, she fought off breast cancer like a boss. If that’s not a superhero origin story, I don’t know what is.
Claudia Schiffer: The 90s Dream Goddess
Alright, folks, remember Claudia Schiffer? That name you whispered in hushed tones like a secret code for teenage hormonal urges? Yeah, she was the ultimate 90s babe. I mean, 83.7% of boners were directly linked to her supermodel aura. And guess what? She made more money than you could shake a catwalk at – over $50 million! Looks like walking down runways is a shortcut to making it rain.
Michelle Pfeiffer: The Cat's Meow
What do you call a Batman movie without a Catwoman in it? A travesty! Michelle Pfeiffer was the original feline femme fatale, slinking around in tight black leather, making even Gotham's dark knight do a double take. Can you imagine Batman fighting crime while dealing with constant distractions from that outfit? No wonder he's so moody.
Pamela Anderson: More Than Just a Lifeguard
Pamela Anderson – the ultimate proof that if you’ve got it, flaunt it. From the beaches of Baywatch to playing a scantily clad superhero in "Striperella", she knew how to make heads turn faster than an owl with whiplash. And don't even get me started on that celebrity sex-tape scandal – it's like she turned the spotlight into a strobe light.
Heather Locklear: Melrose Maverick
Melrose Place: the show you either loved to bits or wished it would spontaneously combust. Heather Locklear was the flame-haired drama queen in the middle of it all. She faced criticism for being "out of control" on drugs and alcohol, but honestly, who wouldn't need a little something to cope with the chaos of a Melrose life?
Lucy Lawless: Warrior Princess and Beyond
Lucy Lawless, aka Xena, the warrior princess – a role that screams "badass on horseback". But wait, there’s more! She teamed up with Bruce Campbell, the "groovy" star from "Evil Dead", proving that kicking demon butt is a job that never gets old. Seriously, drop everything and watch "Ash vs Evil Dead". You won't regret it.
Cindy Crawford: The Supermodel Extraordinaire
Cindy Crawford, the supermodel who redefined the phrase "jaw-dropping beauty". She was up there on VH1’s "Hottest Hotties of the 90s" list and even made the Men’s Health "100 Hottest Women of All-Time". And hey, she did it without resorting to revealing her lady bits – take notes, Miley Cyrus!
Jennifer Aniston: More Than Just "The Rachel"
Who could forget Jennifer Aniston as Rachel? Her hairstyle was iconic – it even had its own name, like it was a fancy cocktail or something. And those chilly sets? No bras? Yeah, we know what you mean, Jennifer. But don't worry, we were too busy enjoying your hilarious antics to notice… too much.
Sarah Michelle Gellar: Slaying on Screen
Buffy the Vampire Slayer – the show that kicked supernatural butts and then had to endure the Twilight fiasco. Sarah Michelle Gellar was the slayer that taught us to fight demons with witty one-liners. Sure, there have been other roles, but to us, she’ll always be the girl with a stick, laying down the stake and the law.
And there you have it, folks! Our favorite 90s stars, still shining bright and leaving us with more memories than a scrapbook overloaded with glitter. It's like the past two decades never happened, and honestly, I'm not complaining! 🌟# The Timeless Temptresses: Where Are They Now?
Ah, Carmen Electra! The Baywatch days - where even the beach sand seemed to blush around those lifeguards. And guess what? She’s still hotter than a jalapeño in a sauna at over 40! Is there a fountain of youth or did Carmen strike a deal with the aging devil? Someone needs to investigate.
Christina Applegate: From Dumb Blond to Hollywood Bombshell
So, you remember Christina Applegate as Kelly Bundy from the "Married with Children" sitcom, right? Yeah, that one – the show that was like a blast from the past that you can’t believe you watched without cringing. But hold on a second, Christina’s no dummy. She’s been out there dropping wisdom bombs like a knowledge ninja. And hey, she fought off breast cancer like a boss. If that’s not a superhero origin story, I don’t know what is.
Claudia Schiffer: The 90s Dream Goddess
Alright, folks, remember Claudia Schiffer? That name you whispered in hushed tones like a secret code for teenage hormonal urges? Yeah, she was the ultimate 90s babe. I mean, 83.7% of boners were directly linked to her supermodel aura. And guess what? She made more money than you could shake a catwalk at – over $50 million! Looks like walking down runways is a shortcut to making it rain.
Michelle Pfeiffer: The Cat's Meow
What do you call a Batman movie without a Catwoman in it? A travesty! Michelle Pfeiffer was the original feline femme fatale, slinking around in tight black leather, making even Gotham's dark knight do a double take. Can you imagine Batman fighting crime while dealing with constant distractions from that outfit? No wonder he's so moody.
Pamela Anderson: More Than Just a Lifeguard
Pamela Anderson – the ultimate proof that if you’ve got it, flaunt it. From the beaches of Baywatch to playing a scantily clad superhero in "Striperella", she knew how to make heads turn faster than an owl with whiplash. And don't even get me started on that celebrity sex-tape scandal – it's like she turned the spotlight into a strobe light.
Heather Locklear: Melrose Maverick
Melrose Place: the show you either loved to bits or wished it would spontaneously combust. Heather Locklear was the flame-haired drama queen in the middle of it all. She faced criticism for being "out of control" on drugs and alcohol, but honestly, who wouldn't need a little something to cope with the chaos of a Melrose life?
Lucy Lawless: Warrior Princess and Beyond
Lucy Lawless, aka Xena, the warrior princess – a role that screams "badass on horseback". But wait, there’s more! She teamed up with Bruce Campbell, the "groovy" star from "Evil Dead", proving that kicking demon butt is a job that never gets old. Seriously, drop everything and watch "Ash vs Evil Dead". You won't regret it.
Cindy Crawford: The Supermodel Extraordinaire
Cindy Crawford, the supermodel who redefined the phrase "jaw-dropping beauty". She was up there on VH1’s "Hottest Hotties of the 90s" list and even made the Men’s Health "100 Hottest Women of All-Time". And hey, she did it without resorting to revealing her lady bits – take notes, Miley Cyrus!
Jennifer Aniston: More Than Just "The Rachel"
Who could forget Jennifer Aniston as Rachel? Her hairstyle was iconic – it even had its own name, like it was a fancy cocktail or something. And those chilly sets? No bras? Yeah, we know what you mean, Jennifer. But don't worry, we were too busy enjoying your hilarious antics to notice… too much.
Sarah Michelle Gellar: Slaying on Screen
Buffy the Vampire Slayer – the show that kicked supernatural butts and then had to endure the Twilight fiasco. Sarah Michelle Gellar was the slayer that taught us to fight demons with witty one-liners. Sure, there have been other roles, but to us, she’ll always be the girl with a stick, laying down the stake and the law.
And there you have it, folks! Our favorite 90s stars, still shining bright and leaving us with more memories than a scrapbook overloaded with glitter. It's like the past two decades never happened, and honestly, I'm not complaining! 🌟
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Over $1,000 later, I still don't have an answer to what is wrong with Lucy's (my cat) health.
First, I paid for blood work and an x-ray scan to be done on her, and the results did not show anything bad. Her blood count was high and her intestines are enlarged.
Next, my parents thankfully paid for the next test which was an ultrasound. I was supposed to get those results today but I got a call in the morning that they are not ready. The results for that would take a couple of days. This is giving me anxiety because: a) the results would show something serious, b) the results would show everything is normal and the vet can't do anything else without doing invasive surgery on her or prescribing steroids so she can eat. I forgot to mention she weighs 8 pounds compared to 12 pounds less than a year ago.
I could go on into more details but that is the gist of it. I don't have an answer to what is wrong with her health until, possibly, the test results come in.
In the meantime, when she woke the next day (that morning of her appointment, I had to leave her with the vet for the whole day), she was her normal self. Lucy ate, used her litterbox, meowed, and purred. For the time being, is great. I know once the test results come in... well... I'm going to be a mess.
Anyway. I worked for 5 hours yesterday to help set up for today. I found out one of my co-workers had put in her 2 weeks letter. Yeah, she is leaving! Ahh! She is going to work at her 2nd job (Disneyland). Wow. I don't know how she is going to do it because she used to take a train and a bus to get there and a month ago the train service stopped because the city is working on the train tracts. So now, she has to drive to Disneyland! That is a lot to do and spend on a job... but I wish her well. I wonder if I will see her today?
Sesame Place will be open for Thanksgiving week starting today. I don't work on Tuesdays or Thursdays (yes!) so I have Thanksgiving off. But I work on Black Friday and that weekend. I'd probably work on Christmas because it falls on a Sunday this year and we are short on staff. :{ Boo.
Oh well. Christmas in the past has never been good to me. I've been trying to make my attitude more positive toward it, but bad shit keeps happening! Ugh!
Participated in a Zoom meeting about studying abroad in Florance, Italy this Summer 23' but with Lucy being sick... I don't know if I can go... I guess I have time to think and plan for it...
I'm sorry this post is all over the place. It's just a reflection of my mind right now. lol.
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Chaos Magnet
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: None :)
Genre: FLUFF, HUMOR, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: When Y/N get invited onto a stream with the gang by Jack (Sean) she’s not sure what to expect but it’s safe to say that such chaos is not something she could’ve ever imagined.
Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it really had me laughing and still had me be awe-struck by the adorableness of the idea. Sorry it’s been such a long time since you put in the request but I still hope you come across the fic and read it! Love, Vy ❤
“Alright people, silence in the call for a moment!“ Jack calls out when the lobby’s counter has finally reached up to nine, leaving room for one more person who is yet to join, but apparently he doesn’t care much that he’ll probably have to repeat himself when the tenth person enters the call and lobby.
“Jack, you should know by now, the day there’s silence in this call is when some supernatural force murders all ten of our mics. It just won’t happen, deal with it.“ Charlie, who was having an ‘intense’ discussion with Toast up until Jack’s interruption, says sarcastically, chuckling ever so slightly, enough for it to be contagious and make me crack a smile as well.
“There won’t be silence, I’ll be talking. If only the rest of you would LET ME.“ Jack replies just as sarcastically, getting Charlie to let out an actual fit of laughter. When his chuckling subsides along with the rest of the chatter in the call, Jack finally gets to have the speech he mentioned, “Right, ok so here’s the deal folks: today we have a guest addition to the stream, curtesy of mine because I’m obsessed with her channel. As you might or might not have noticed, there’s one person missing from the lobby but she’s gonna be joining us any minute now. As I said, I’m a huge fan so you better not embarrass me or I swear I’m gonna kill you first when I get to be an impostor.”
I don’t know what the others are thinking - probably something similar as what I’m thinking though: Noted, embarrass Jack to the best of your ability. Trust me, getting him flustered in front of his YouTube idol is well worth the death in Among Us he’s threatening us with.
“Also keep in mind that she’s of a different kind, not of our breed if you will - she’s an ASMR YouTuber. Not those who eat in the mic just because they think it’d be pleasant for people to hear.“ Jack goes on to explain, the way he’s described this girl’s craft is quite intriguing, especially when you consider how confidently Jack expressed his distaste with ASMR in the past. He’s always claimed not to be a fan but here we are, I guess people really do change.
“Thank you for making it seem like I do more than just cut up soaps, Jack. I really appreciate it but don’t bump the bar up that high, people will be disappointed when they actually visit my channel.“ An unfamiliar voice appears in the call out of nowhere. Though, unfamiliar is not the adjective I should focus on when describing this girl’s voice. I’ll list a few more but even they won’t do it justice: pleasant, awing, mesmerizing, unbelievable, out-of-this-world...I really could keep going.
“Oh come on, Y/N, you don’t just cut up soap. You turn them into bath bombs too!“ Jack laughs, earning him a playful scoff from the newcomer. “Oh yeah, almost forgot - Everyone, this is Y/N, our ASMR artist.“
“Please, some ‘artist’ I am. The people in my comment section would disagree with that description.“ She giggles after kindly responding to each and every greeting the gang sends her way, myself included. “The word I’ve seen people use most when describing my channel is ‘cringey’ so....yeah.“ She laughs, a genuine laugh instead of the bitter one I was expecting to follow such words.
“That seems to be the cool kids’ favorite word, don’t dwell too much on it.“ Rae tells her reassuringly, “What’s important is what word would you use to describe your channel?“
Y/N hums, sounding as though she’s fallen in thought but that’s only one brief moment before she answers. Or begins to, at least, “Well, if I were to describe my channel with one word it’d be....BEEFY!”
That one out-of-context word, screamed out by such an angelic voice has me breaking down with overwhelming laughter collapsing all my ability to hold back.
“Out of all the words, you’d choose beefy?“ I somehow manage to ask between fits of laughter that render me breathless.
“She’s a vegetarian, I think, I don’t know why she’d choose that word.“ Jack too is laughing his butt off but has a significantly better grip on it, “Y/N, care to explain your peculiar choice?“
There’s a lot of shuffling and random noise on Y/N’s end before her reply finally comes, accompanied by a weak meow, “Sorry guys, that was a classic cat of Mr. Beef Stronganoff seeking attention by being chaotic.” She says through laughter, her words followed by another meow which was a lot more clear, seemingly closer to the mic, “He took down my mic, and he seems like he wants to do it again....BEEFY NO!”
For some reason, even with that explanation in mind, I can’t keep myself from laughing. Come to think of it, I think the explanation only makes it funnier.
“Ugh, darn it! I saved my mic but he ran across my keyboard and turned my webcam off how do I turn it back on?“ Her voice dies down for a few secs before it reemerges from her end, “Ok nevermind I got it. Now I can answer...what was the question again?“
Recovering from his laughing fit, Jack manages to repeat the question, “What word would you use to describe your channel?”
“Oh that! Right, ok. Um, I’d call it aesthetically pleasing and BEEFY NOT THE ROUTER CABLE YOU DUMMIE!“
She’s insane. Or her cat’s insane. I can’t tell. Maybe both. Either way, I can’t help but feel like I’ve found a soulmate in this literal stranger. It’s safe to say us chaos magnets like her and I, we don’t only attract chaos, but also chaotic individuals. I’m so glad she magnetized me to herself. Or was it the other way around? We may never know - mystery is in the nature of us chaos magnets, you know.
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Obey me characters + simeon and solomon with mc likes to bite their shoulders
Mammon: He Jumped, like a surprised cat that noticed a cucumber- His brain stopped, he just... 'did the human just go ''nom nom'' on me?'
Lucifer: Well, as to be expected... you will be busy... tonight. Some homework wasn't finished and you clearly weren't paying attention, so the Gracious Luci has decided to give you a private lesson.
Leviathan: What did you expect. His reaction is of pure nothing. almost like he hadn't noticed, before... bloody nose. and just like an anime he's unconscious. Guess it's your turn for video games-
Asmodeus: Guess who's being dragged to Asmo's room! It's you~
Satan: Flustered, the only thing that could make it better are cat ears. He's gonna bury his face in whatever book he's reading. Unless he's feeling bold, then he might also give you private lessons. Although, when he says it he might actually mean studying together. You'll never know with him. Unless you meow at him... that it;ll be clarified.
Beelzebub: Probably thinks your hungry. "Mc... I'm not a snack." and then gets something from the kitchen for you. Sometimes I think he pretends to be dense... just to seem innocent.
Belphegor: He's trying to sleep. He just turns his head, and Death glare, like that one card of Beel pinning him down.
Barbatos: Well he may be able to see timelines, but he wasn't expecting that.
Lord Diavolo: Can he bite you too?
Simeon: He's an angel. SO clearly he's either gonna let you borrow his bible or he's gonna have a bible book-talk session with you. just like Satan you'll have no idea what that means until it's too late.
Solomon: Probably reacts like Beel... I don't know his character well enough...
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Thank you for suggesting, I really appreciate it. :)
#obey me#obey me!#mammon#lord diavolo#lucifer#leviathan#barbatos#headcanons#obey me headcanons#diavolo#asmodeus#asmo#levi#satan#solomon#simeon#belphie#belphegor#beel#beelzebub
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Huntsville Revived #336
While the toddlers improved in other skills, such as potty training, walking and talking, they still struggled to sleep through the night.
“Please sleep through the night tonight,” Jack begged as he put the girls down.
It should surprise no one that they did not.
Jack was more surprised when he found Lucy screaming while Coriel, although awake, was calmly playing in her crib.
“What am I going to do with you two?” Jack said, with a wry smile. His baby girls were very sweet, but he could not wait until their birthdays.
The toddlers didn’t always wake up the triplets, but when they did, Dustin always struggled to fall back asleep. The pirate bear his mother had gifted him at his last birthday was a poor replacement for her.
“I talked to Rafe yesterday,” Briony told him.
“You did!”
“He said that Mommy still needs some space from Daddy because sometimes adults need timeouts, just like we do.”
Dustin thought about this for a moment. It was true, sometimes when he got upset with Briony or Shay, it was better for him to go find a place to be alone for a while. And maybe grown-ups needed more time because they were bigger. “That makes sense.”
“He said that he’ll have you, me and Shay over the visit soon, though.”
That would be a good start.
Meanwhile, Gino was minding his own business playing with one of the cat toys.
Alegra meowed at him, in no uncertain terms, that he should stay away from her toys.
Gino had noticed since the children were around, Alegra was far less patient and less willing to share.
“Attack of the Killer Robots?” Dustin guessed.
“No! Try again.” Shay wasn’t very good at charades, but he was trying.
“Cleaner Dancing?” Briony tried.
“That’s right!” Shay exclaimed. Briony didn’t comment that his dancing was really bad. She just cheered that she had finally figured out his clue.
“Promise me, Dustin, Shay,” Briony started, “Promise me we will always be best friends, even when we are old like Mommy and Daddy. Even when we need space.
Her two brothers were more than happy to make that promise.
#Huntsville Revived#the sims 2#ts2#sims2#Household 4#Jack Henderson#Briony Davis#Shay Davis#Dustin Davis#Coriel Davis#Lucy Davis#Gino the Cat#Alegra the Cat
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for the ask! narina
blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)
edmund edmund edmund! he is literally my most blorbo of all time
scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)
lucy! she is my best friend and she is my baby
scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)
no one's really that underappreciated in the fandom, but susan is certainly underappreciated by c s lewis, so I pick her.
glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)
don't really have one of those here, I guess trumpkin is the closest?
poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)
edmund again! he is innocent and did absolutely nothing wrong I will defend him til the end of time but also he is evil and I wanna watch him be evil and cheer him on
horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)
peter all the way! I am not kidding if I knew these guys in real life I would take any opportunity to make fun of peter. probably would get into loads of arguments with the guy to. we're both to stubborn and prideful in the exact same way that it would be bound to happen (that last bit doesn't sound right but I just woke up and English is my second language. boom! excuse!)
eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)
alsan :)
send me a fandom and I'll tell you...
#nothing like struggling to spell language in a segment explaining that English is your second language#narnia#edmund pevensie#lucy pevensie#susan pevensie#trumpkin#peter pevensie#anti aslan#lol#lydia tag#ask game#mal answers
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Poor little meow meow and eeby deeby for FFXV for the ask meme?
*squints* You’re fishing for a specific answer here, I can feel it.
Eeby Deeby: Once this would have been Drautos, but having to write him so much has reluctantly made me slightly more sympathetic to him and move him out of this category.
I’ll go with Verstael Besithia instead. Man chose evil scientist as his personality and went all in. Each one of those clones deserve to get their satisfaction from him, and all the citizens of Niflheim that fell to the “vanishing disease” and all the citizens of Lucis to MTs. And probably more.
Poor Little Meow Meow: Drautos has not quite earned this spot yet either, despite your hopes. :P He is in limbo.
This one was much harder; I’m not as familiar with the whole cast as I should be. Maybe the astrals? I like pondering blue/orange morality, and where they might have come from, I guess. But I don’t care enough to write about them specifically yet.
Let’s go with the Lucii. Yes, they are assholes, and cause a hell of a lot of collateral damage, but it’s interesting to think about how much they are slaves of destiny as well, a destiny they knew they wouldn’t live to see, and what it must be like to be stuck inside the ring/statues of the old wall for so long. They can be my “faves” in that I‘d probably enjoy writing about them, even if I think they need some perspective. (And maybe freedom)
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May I have a request a finding out that the MC finds out that they are pregnant with RFA +V, V's is with Lucy?
yes, i love this prompt! however for V, I’d rather have Lucy still be their adopted daughter-changing the way she came to be their child doesn’t sit right with me, I hope that’s okay :)
I’ll use she/her pronouns for MC, but if you’d like me to change them then feel free to let me know <3
YOOSUNG:
* Knowing how much of an over-excited mess he’d become at the news, MC waited patiently for him to be done with work for the day, come back home, take a shower and finally come to flop down on the couch besides her, leaning his head on her shoulder.
* This was their usual routine, finding some time before bed to talk about their day, plans for tomorrow and what not. MC gently ran a hand through Yoosung’s hair, toying with the blonde curls. “So...I’ve got some news” she started, biting at her lip.
* Yoosung hummed, already dozing off on MC’s shoulder, blinking back the sleepingess as MC nudged him off her shoulder. “Baby come on, I think you’ll want to be awake to hear this” she laughed, teasing him as he stifled a yawn.
* “You’re saying there’s something more important than a full 8 hours of sleep?” he asked, fully aware of the irony-how in college he’d go nights without sleeping a minute to game, to the present, where he can’t function properly without a minimum couple hours of sleep before work.
* MC hummed, pretending to think as she tapped a finger to her chin. “Let’s see...would knowing you’re about to become a dad be important enough?”
* She smiled, raising a brow as she saw the range of emotions running themselves over Yoosung’s face. Shock, confusion, excitedness-his mouth agape, eyes wide and teary.
* “You-what-we-who-we-baby?!” he jumped off the couch, pointing to MC’s stomach as she bit her cheek to contain her giggles at his over-exaggerated reaction.
* “Yes Yoosung”, she affirmed, nodding down to her own belly, “there’s a baby right there. How...how do you feel about that?” despite the shaky grin on his face MC was still hesitant, worried how Yoosung might feel once this excitement wears off. Sure, they ocassionally discussed future plans, but never to great lengths, and it’s normal to freak out in such a situation and-
* “Are you kidding me?! We-MC we’ll be parents! Omigosh I’m-” he fell to his knees, leaning forward to lean his head into MC’s lap, his hands on her thighs gripping tight.
* Gingerly he looked up, gently bringing a palm to rest on her lower abdomen.
* “Hi baby” he whispered, not caring if the baby was old enough to hear him through the womb or not. He’d be sure to study all that later. “I’m-I’m your dad. I can’t wait to meet you buddy...”
* Honestly....both he and MC teared up at that. Neither of them really expected it, but they both couldn’t wait to be parents.
ZEN:
* MC had taken a pharmacy test that came back negative, but her period was still running late. Confused, she decided to book an appointment to her gynecologist as soon as possible, worried what the implications of this may be. If not pregnancy, then what...?
* Zen had come into the room the moment she’d been on the phone, booking an appointment for the following week. He raised a brow as he heard her, but she simply smiled, holding up a finger as a cue for him to wait a moment.
* “Babe, what’s up? Everything alright?” he asked as soon as she hung up, coming close to wrap his arms around her waist.
* “Mm, yeah just, my period’s late and uhm-” she hesitated, unsure of how to continue. Quite frankly, she wasn’t sure of what was going on either, so how was she to explain it to Zen?
* She felt his grip around her waist tighten, his breath hitching.
* “Wait-does that mean-could you be...?”
* She turned around to face him, not surprised to find pure glee on his face-they’d discussed their plans for the future before, and they both had agreed they’d wanted to start a family together, just never decided on the when.
* MC smiled, running her fingertips across Zen’s knuckles. “I don’t know. I really don’t, but I guess we’ll find out once I go to the doctor” she shrugged.
* Zen hummed, leaning his head atop her shoulder. “Next week right? Tell me the time, I’ll make sure to make time to come with you.”
* “Wha-Babe you don’t have to-” MC started before Zen cut her off with a quick peck on the lips and a wink as he twisted her around to face him.
* “Shush. Whatever the doctor tells you, I’ll be there with you, and we’ll face it together. Always” he said, his smile softening.
* And as a man of his word, Zen was there with her at MC’s appointment, holding her hand as her gynecologist took an ultrasound probe and looked knowingly at the screen, turning to face MC and Zen with a smile.
* “Congratulations you two”, they smiled, both Zen and MC turning to the doctor with wide eyes, “you’re about 5 weeks pregnant!”
* Now, if anyone asks, he won’t admit it, but did Zen jump up and down in that examination room, screaming and giggling like a kid? Did he cry and lean down to kiss MC, who was currently stuck with an ultrasound probe inside her and a little unable to cheer as excitedly with him? Did he have to clear his throat and apologise to the doctor who had to hide their laughter behind a cough?
* Yes. Yes he did.
* He’ll talk to MC’s belly non-stop, will be there for EVERY appointment and ultrasound, will cry when he first hears his baby’s heartbeat or sees the first 3D ultrasound. He’ll do every single bidding of MC, from weird cravings to holding her when the morning sickness hits, just 100/10 the best partner and father.
* Plus the first thing he teaches his kid is to never ever call Jumin ‘uncle’ :’)
JAEHEE:
* Okay listen, there’s a little backstory here that I can add thanks to my current weeks of working at an ObGyn and Fertility clinic;
* So Jaehee and MC, after establishing their coffee shop and having it run well for a few years, decided they were ready to take the next step and start a family together. However, there were many limitations when they tried to adopt a child, so they researched other options, and found that a single woman, can in fact, receive a sperm donor and an IUI (In Utero Insemination-just fancy terminology for ‘putting the sperm in the womb with a tube!), without too much of a hussle.
* So they opted for this option. They sat through the paperwork together, mutually decided who it’d be who’d try and get pregnant-they both had no quailms about it so they kind of decided over rock-paper scissors lmao, and so the process began.
* However, even with modern day medicine, pregnancy in such means isn’t 100% guaranteed; in fact, the chances are about a little over 40%. So after the procedure the two worried, hoped luck would find them and they’d be able to start their own little family.
* A couple weeks after the procedure, Jaehee was manning the coffee shop whilst MC took a break back home to come take over the evening shift later on. It was a quiet day, not many people in the shop save for a few of their regulars and a couple friends, their cat Cocoa who’d now become the cafe’s mascot strolling around like she owned the place.
* Everything was peaceful...until MC came running, the bells over the front door jingling manically as she slammed it open and ran to the counter Jaehee had been standing at.
* MC panted, leaned on the counter to catch her breath as Jaehee fretted over her, a million worst-case-scenarios running through her brain.
* “MC? What-what’s wrong, what happene-”
* Before she could speak MC lifted her head, a huge grin on her face. “Jaehee. Baby we did it! We’re pregnant!”
* Jaehee was, for the first time in forever, at a loss for words, her lips slack, her hands dropping to her side as her brain short-wired. “We-we are? You took a test? You?”
* MC nodded along to Jaehee’s line of half-questioning half-realising, laughing as tears welled up in Jaehee’s eyes. She ran across the counter to MC, meeting her half-way into a crushing hug as they laughed and cried together.
* “We’ll have a baby” Jaehee whispered into the crook of MC’s neck, the wetness of her tears pooling into the cusp of skin.
* “Yeah. Yeah we will Jae” MC nodded along, stroking soothing circles into Jaehee’s back.
* They were lost in their own little world...before the sound of clapping brought them back to the present.
* Of course the few customers in the shop had heard and seen everything, and both their regulars and their friends were eagerly cheering them on, some even whistling and yelling ‘congratulations’ at the two who were now a blushing mess.
* Even Cocoa the cat came by to meow at them, as if to say ‘eh, whatever, congrats I guess’ which was....probably the nicest thing this cat has ever done for them lmao
* And that’s the story of how their coffee shop had now become famous for the ‘super mom duo’ that runs it hehe
JUMIN:
* If you think this man wouldn’t get emotional over finding out he’ll be a father you’re a) WRONG b) REALLY WRONG and c) GOTTA PLAY HIS ROUTE ALL OVER AGAIN
* Will he be scared? YES! He’ll be stressed, but listen-it’s probably not for the reasons you’re thinking.
* When MC announces her pregnancy to him, it’s not over a candle-lit dinner or whilst lounging on the couch. Nah, this man is observant af, especially when it comes to the person he loves.
* He noticed her coming home with a pharmacy bag after work and frowned, instantly wondering what its contents were.
* “MC, you seemed in perfect health today, is something wrong? Should I call a doctor?”
* MC was quick to reassure him that no, she was fine, but was hesitant when explaining that her period was running late, worried how he’ll take the news-sure, they were married, but they never really explicitly discussed the potential of having kids and a family, she didn’t know how Jumin would react to it.
* “I see” he nodded, “You did seem worried, I was hoping you’d eventually talk to me about it. So you’re taking a pregnancy test? If it’s alright with you, can I wait outside for you to tell me the results?”
* If anyone else were to hear the conversation, it might seem like Jumin was cold, distant even. But MC could tell the little incantations in his voice, how his eyes gleamed, his mouth twitching at the corners-he was hesitant, yes, but also excited. And to be honest...so was she.
* So Jumin waited, his arms folded and foot tapping anxiously on the floor as he leaned on the wall right next to the bathroom door, holding his breath until he heard the door open, seeing the little stick MC held in her hands, how her shoulders shook as she looked down at it.
* “W-what does it say?” he asked, fearful of looking down at the test himself-he doubts he’d be able to understand it even if he did.
* “It’s-it’s positive. Jumin it’s-if this is right then I’m pregnant” she looked up to him, eyes welling up with tears. Jumin sighed, unable to contain a smile from forming on his own lips as he wiped away MC’s tears, holding her face in his palms.
* “We’ll book an appointment with a gynecologist first thing tomorrow, but if it’s true then...MC, I’m happy. I truly am.” He said, knocking his forehead with hers.
* She let go of the test, put her hands around his back, feeling the soft shake of his body as he took in the new information. It was a shock to them both, but together, they’d be able to prepare for it. However...
* “Jumin...? Are you truly happy?”
* He leaned back, smiling down at her. “If I were the same person I was before I met you-before I fell in love with you...I wouldn’t be. Then again, I never would’ve been in this predicament if that were the case, but regardless, back then I would’ve worried that the woman coming to me with a child of mine would seek out only money and fame, not to give the child the love and nurturing it needs to grow up well and safe.”
* He let his eyes flutter shut, opened them again as he looked on, shakily bringing a hand down to MC’s abdomen.
* “With you....with you I know it’s a child that’ll grow up loved, cared for. We’ll raise them together, and they’ll get to grow up as a child, not as a tool. That’s...that’s all I want for our child. To grow up loved, happy.”
* So...yeah. He’ll be scared, and boy oh boy the first time MC gives him his child to hold he’ll be so scared but also so happy I think it’ll be the first time Jumin Han will cry with joy, but overall? He’ll be one dang great father
SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:
* Let’s assume that this all happens well after he finds his brother and leaves the agency-he’s still a hacker, but a ‘white hacker’ or whatever it is they’re called, often-times collaborating with C&R to strengthen their online security, doing hacking tests e.t.c.
* He’s in a good place, his bond with Saeran is slowly improving, and his love for MC is constantly growing, so the two have had the time to talk about their plans for the future, about what they want and the relative timelines.
* Saeyoung always wanted a family-that much we’re all aware of. But...he never expected he’d be allowed to have one. Now that he’s given the opportunity to start anew he’s excited, but also terrified, waiting for something bad to come right round the corner and take it all away. So to now become a father...he’s not sure how well he’ll handle that responsibility.
* Well, he shares these fears one late night with MC, which...makes it all the harder for her to tell him when the tell-tale signs come up. When her period’s late, when it’s completely gone for one, then two months. When she feels sick in the mornings, nauseous and bloated, why she makes excuses for her odd behavior much to Saeyoung’s dismay.
* In fact, it’s actually Saeran that notices what’s up, quickly putting two and two together since he’s not the one MC is actively trying to avoid.
* He confronted her about it, and she broke down, explained it all to him, how she’s done more than a few pharmacy tests to confirm her suspicion and they all came back positive, what Saeyoung had told her and why she feels terrified of telling him the truth.
* And Saeran...well, he’s dumbfounded.
* “You...are you really that stupid?” he asks, brows raised. MC can’t help it-even though she was crying whilst speaking to him, her tears stop at the sudden proclamation and she looks up at him wide-eyed.
* “Listen, I know my brother’s an air-head and all, but do you really think that little of him? That he wouldn’t be over the fucking moon if you told him he’s gonna become a dad?”
* Well......talk about perfect timing, who happened to come back home and walk into the living room at the perfect moment to hear this very last bit of the conversation?
* Yup of course Saeyoung stood there, his keys dropped to the floor as he stared at his twin and his girlfriend, confusion and shock evident on his face.
* None of them spoke for a long moment whilst Saeyoung composed his thoughts.
* Then, with perfect calamity he simply took a deep breath, let his eyes fall shut. “Saeran, can you leave for a bit? I need to speak with MC.”
* Saeran merely nodded, throwing an apologetic look MC’s way before heading out the door, the loud thud alerting MC and Saeyoung to the fact that they were now the only two people in the house.
* The silence was deafening, constricting MC’s lungs like a monster’s tentacles around a shipwreck.
* “Sae-listen, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner, I didn’t know how to and I-”
* She didn’t get to finish her words. Saeyoung held a palm up, motioning for her to stop. “How far along are you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, breaths raspy and shaky.
* “...about 8 weeks now” she admitted.
* Saeyoung took a step closer to her, crumpled onto his knees as he wrapped his hands across her belly.
* “I’m-I’m going to be a dad” he whispered, mainly to himself, a declaration to make himself believe it, “and all I’ve done so far is make you worry-MC, I’m so sorry. I should’ve never, never made you feel like there was anything you couldn’t talk to me about. I’m-I’m worried. I’m terrified but I’m so happy-so, so happy” he mumbled the last words into the fabric of her shirt, hiding his tears on her body.
* MC wrapped her arms around her, stroked his hair as he cried. They eventually found themselves laying side by side on the carpet like a pair of teens wasted at a house party, holding hands as they stared up at the ceeling.
* “...Do you think they’ll be twins?” Saeyoung joked, relishing in the small huff of laughter elicited from MC.
* “I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle another pair of twins in this household” MC teased back, “that’s like...quadruple the amount of pranks” she shrugged.
* They stared at the peels on the paint, content in the silence before Saeyoung propped himself up on his elbows, turning to his side so he could rest a hand on MC’s abdomen.
* “Think it-they-whatever, think our child can hear me?” he asked, trying his best to hide the creeping blush blooming up his neck.
* MC hummed. “I’m not sure”, she admitted, “but I think you should try and speak to them regardless.”
* Saeyoung nodded, taking a moment to compose himself. “Hey baby. Or babies. Or whoever it is in there” he laughed, “um, this-this is your dad. Don’t confuse me with your uncle, otherwise I’ll be super sad okay?!” He rolled his eyes as MC’s belly shook with laughter, waiting for her to calm down before he continued.
* “Listen...I’ve always dreamed of being a dad, and of having a big happy family. I’d tell my brother-that’s your uncle, I’d tell him every day when we were young that when we grow up we’ll live together in a biig house, and we’ll have a toy factory together, and I’ll have a direct line to Santa Claus so I could help him provide gifts to all the kids in the world-and that I’d have my own big family, and that my kids would always get any toy they want, and if that toy didn’t exist, then I’d make it for them. And...and I’ll do that for you too. So if there’s anything you want, start thinking about it, and I’ll make it for you. Anything.”
* He smiled, stroked his thumb across MC’s belly. “I need you to know I love your mom very very much. If she wasn’t here, I don’t think I’d ever be able to dream of having a family and being a dad again. So...so you should know she’s an amazing person, and that I’ll forever be grateful she stumbled into my life, and that she chose me out of everyone else out there.”
* He looked to MC, leaned back down to knock his forehead across hers.
* “Thank you”, he whispered, “thank you for the best gift I could’ve ever asked for”.
V/JIHYUN:
* This happened after the two had adopted Lucy. Their daughter was a bundle of joy, an angel that brought so much happiness to their daily life, that Jihyun could barely even remember the horrors of his past.
* Even if he were to ocassionaly have a nightmare or remember a horrible memory, MC would be there to hold his hand, or Lucy would be there with her big smile and tight hugs, the two chasing all the bad things away.
* Lucy was also equally happy, absoloutely adoring her parents and her uncles and aunt of the RFA-there was only one tiiiny complaint she had...
* “Mommy, daddy? Can I have a baby brother or sister to play with? Pleaaase?” she’d ask, sweetly blinking those big blue eyes of hers as if she was asking for a new toy or a candy, ignoring the awkward looks her parents shared trying to think of how to explain to her that they can’t just...bring a baby sibling to her on demand.
* This led to an awkward talk of the different ways babies come into a family; from the belly into the world, and then into the arms of a loving mom and dad, be it biological or not. Luckily, Lucy never seemed upset about being adopted; the two always worried wether it was right to tell her from such an early age, but Jihyun prided honesty above all else, so the two decided to ease her into the topic, making sure to shower her with love and affection so she’d know that how she came to be their daughter didn’t matter to them at all-they were just happy to have her in their lives.
* But lo and behold; her wish really did come true.
* One day Jihyun and Lucy were in the back garden playing with watercolours, making the white t-shirts they were both wearing a swirling mixtrue of colours. As Jihyun came back inside to wash up, he found MC in their bedrooms’ bathroom, holding something in one hand, the other covering her mouth as if in shock.
* “MC...? What’s wrong, is everything alright?”
* She turned to him, eyes teared up which only added to his worry as he looked down to her hands, finally noticing the stick she was holding.
* Slowly, he put two and two together, his brows raising. “You-this is....are you..?”
* MC nodded, biting her lip as Jihyun gasped, laughed, a quiet huff at first before he burst into a full laughter, tears welling at his eyes as he gripped MC by the waist and swirled her around, holding her tight.
* Lucy walked into their bedroom at that very moment, peering in curiously at the commotion. “I wanna lift too! Me too!” she giggled, running to her dad with her arms extended.
* Gleefully Jihyun picked her up, bringing both her and MC close for a family group hug.
* “Lucy, honey, you said you wanted a baby brother or sister right?” MC asked, stroking her daughter’s hair as Jihyun held her up to their eye level. Lucy nodded furiously, her cheeks red, eyes gleaming.
* “Do you still want one now?” MC continued, biting her lip to stop from smiling. Lucy nodded again. “Yes!! Yes, I do, I want one! And I want to help them drink their milk and put them to bed when they have bad dreams. And when they grow up we’ll play together all the time!” she beamed, Jihyun hiding his grin into her hair as MC nodded along to her daughter’s words.
* “Well baby, you’ll get a sibling soon. Mommy has a baby right here” Jihyun explained, bringing a hand to touch MC’s abdomen, “and when they’re born you’ll be a big sister!”
* Lucy was in awe, staring at her mom’s belly like it was made of gold. “There’s a baby in there?!” she pointed, looking incredulously to her parents.
* Jihyun nodded, gently leaning down to let Lucy back on the ground. “They’re still very very small”, MC began to explain, “but as they grow you’ll even be able to feel them kick and move”.
* Suffice to say, everyone in their little family was thrilled at the news. Jihyun was worried, ever a worry-rat even when Lucy was a baby, but Lucy was already preparing to be a big sister, insisting on coming along with her parents at every doctor’s visit, asking the doctors a dozen questions each time.
* As the baby grew and MC’s pregnancy got heavier, she could see the worry plaguing Jihyun, a concern he refused to voice. But MC was no fool-she could tell what it is he was thinking.
* “You know”, she told him one night, as she rested her hands on her growing baby bump, “I wish they’ll have your eyes-that gentle gaze of yours, it’ll be really nice if they inherit it from you.”
* Jihyun sighed at her words, turning on his side to bring a hand over her belly. “I don’t...MC, you know what I fear. I don’t want them to be anything like me I don’t-I don’t want them to go through anything remotely similar to what I did, to be anything like me, like I was, like I still am if I stop trying to change-I want them to have a good life. Them and Lucy..I want them to be happy.”
* MC pouted, gripping Jihyun’s hand, interlacing it with hers. “What you went through didn’t happen because of who you were, only because of the circumstances you were put under. You’re kind-hearted, self-less, caring and gentle, and yes, you put others above yourself and are quick to carry all the burden even when there’s others around you willing to lessen the load. But none of those are bad qualities Jihyun. And improving yourself isn’t a goal-directed process, it’s an open-ended journey. I hope our kids grow up to be like you.”
* Suffice to say, Jihyun was floored. MC had read him like a book, and he knew that, even if he initially didn’t want to admit it. Eventually he laughed, shaking his head. “I love you, you know that?”
* MC rolled her eyes.
* “I sure hope so”, she teased.
I went a ~little~ overboard with these but listen I’ve been doing ObGyn work for nearly a month now so it had to serve as inspiration somehow hehe
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Lonely (I)
T.W Angst, swearing
~ September 1st, 1975 ~
1st Person
Y/n
I scanned the large crowd of people filling the great hall. Groups of people find their places at their tables next to friends or known peers. When suddenly a bright mess of dark curls and fiery red hair caught my eye; Dawn and Wendy.
Although I was thrilled to see her best friends, I wished it was someone else. Expertly I weaved through people in the gowning crowd to get to her favorited spot at the Gryffindor table.
Before I could move to sit next to them, both of the girls jumped to hug me.
"ahhhhh Y/n! I've missed you so much" Dawn clung to my frame, her usual coconut shampoo filled the small space between us.
"Y/n how was your summer?" Wendy huffed as her and Dawn fought to embrace their best friend.
"If you let me go and let me sit I'll tell you all about the muggle boys I met." I chuckled.
"uhhh, no! you did not chea-" Wendy's face was going red as she grew angry, I slapped my hand over her mouth.
"Wendy shut up! I was joking!" I whisper-yelled "I would never, cheat on Remus, you know that I was joking."
Wendy looked at me then across the table to Dawn, before she licked the inside of my palm.
"Ew. Wendy." I wiped my hand across the edge of Wendy's robe, before getting a mild look of disgust from her, "speaking on Remus, where is he, I've been looking for him all evening?"
Both Wendy and Dawn made direct eye contact before looking around, then back to each other.
"Haven't seen him." They both said in unison.
"what up with you two-" Y/n glared at her friends.
Suddenly two men hurried to their seats next to their friends.
Remus Lupin and Sirius Black
I leaned close to her Wendy's ear, smelling her usual rose perfume, "He was here this entire fucking time and didn't even say 'Hi' or something."
The shake in my voice was enough to shut me up, Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry.
Does he not love me? I wondered, totally missing the first dozen students get sorted.
2:23 am
A shiver ran through my body as I wandered the dark halls, sleep was not an option, Remus hadn't come see me even after the great feast, and when I tried to approach him he was always being pulled away by someone.
"Two years huh, all for nothing." My fingers ran along the rough stone of the walls.
"meow" A soft nudge against my ankle cause me to look down, to a large fluffy black and grey cat.
"Aw, Luci always coming to the rescue huh," stopping momentarily to lean down and pick my cat up, I rested her on my shoulder, where she snuggled under my chin, "Love you, Luci, guess you're telling me it's time for bed."
wrapping my robes around me further, I carried my cat and myself to the dormitories.
"My sweet kitty," I kissed Luci between her ears as I unlocked the Gryffindor common room, "Caput Draconis."
The fat lady smiled at me and moved her painting to let me through. Another smaller blue-grey cat meowed my way, as she perched upon a couch arm.
"Aw. hello my love," I scooped my second cat up around her belly and held her against the side of my stomach, "Up to bed my lovies."
I slowly climbed the stone stairs, with my cats snuggled close to me, heading to my dark dormitory by myself for the first time in two years.
Approaching the door to my shared dormitory, I heard the clattering of a small gathering in the dormitory.
"James- Sirius shut up! James truth or dare?"
"uh Dare-"
"chug"
listening to their conversation, I knew that the marauders where having their usual Friday party in my shared dorm. The cheery sound of Dawn's laugh and chirpy giggle of Wendy. Then the deep dulcet tone of Remus' chuckle.
Screwing my eyes shut, I knew that my cats were expecting a meal and to be wrapped up in their favorite blankets for nighttime cuddles. Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry.
I pressed Thea closer to my side so I could twist the door handle, then using the toe of my shoe I pushed the door open, the noise of the small party not dying down even as I walk past the small living area.
I set both of my cats onto my bed, Luci, finding her favorite spot on my pillow, awaiting her evening meal. However the much younger kitten, Athena, sitting on the edge at the foot of the bed. Not So patiently waiting, excitement swaying in her tail.
I dug through my packed trunk, to reach their smaller one at the bottom. The smaller trunk look the same as my much larger one, it was just a mini version. As I pulled the trunk a sweater fell.
My eyes trained to it, the crème colored knit-sweater that now lay on the ground. Don't cry, Don't cry. That's the sweater that Remus gave to me before summer break, this year.
Setting the two metal bowls onto the bed, filling them with food, then serving to the awaiting beasts, that adorn my bed.
"Here lovies, going to change." I grabbed my usual pajamas and headed to the back room to change in privacy.
Cuddling under the covers of my bed, facing away from the small gathering. Luci resting, curled up under my chin and Athena sprawled out on the other pillows. I listened to the small chatter and laughs, the clink of alcohol bottles, and the ripping of sweets packaging.
Don't cry.
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