#Greek's Vamp AU

[blenselche]

Why do you ship finn/fern? I want to know what you see in it. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I think rare ships and why people like them are interesting.

how can i not when the show literally

ok but forreal, this is long so I'm throwing it under a cut, my fern brainworm really got away from me here...

Finn and Fern's story at its most bare bones is: someone incredibly damaged by abandonment is torn in half and those halves abandon each other. Fern does it literally, Finn more so emotionally. Only when it's too late does one half try to rectify the situation, showing unending patience and unconditional love and being met with vitriol and avoidance. And then... acceptance, and with that acceptance is the ultimate abandonment: death. Tragic, hurts just right. Add onto that-- their relationship references The Green Knight and the Narcissus Myth. The Narcissus myth comes through loudly in CAWM especially. My fav of Ovid's Metamorphoses and all Greek mythology, so that's def a factor. My dad said I cried when he read it to me for the first time lmao.

I don't ship them during/in canon. In canon all I can see is something nebulous and one sided, and we don't need to read into subtext for that, we can just appreciate the show as it's written: Finn helps create this person that 100% gets him after being the odd one out his whole life, Fern's existence even soothes his abandonment issues with a curse that binds them together forever, but he clings too close and doesn't give Fern space, reminding him of how he falls short. Ultimately this want to be "even closer" (very smooth, Finn) is what drives them apart. It's good where it is, it's a great starting point for shipping.

Where I ship them is past canon, blowing subtext up into large print font to pull Fern out of plot device hell into his own character, piggy backing off what we know about the grass demon.

The grass demon/blade was not made to serve the powers of good, but it actively changes/curbs its behavior for the approval of its hero wielder. It helps Finn with anything that deeply emotionally moves him (holding on to Martin, building the tower) keeps him out of unneeded conflict (refusing to attack the vamp king) helps impress his romantic interest (flute spell) it even reverses his arm nullification twice. The grass demon keeps him safe but it goes above and beyond its purpose for Finn's happiness. It reluctantly joins the fight against Bandit Princess because that sword is still Finn, and when its blade pierces/breaks the quillion it even cocoons the Finn Sword's essence safely away. Though, no matter how much good it might do it is still a demon. It has no morals, and doesn't understand them, all it cares about is Finn's safety and well being. When one of Finn's loved ones hurts him it doesn't hesitate to protect him, but (of course) Finn retaliates-- and so it creates a Finn of its own, one that won't hurt it for trying to keep him safe and happy. (OOPS! that backfired.) I love the grass demon, I love what we can glean about it because of its actions through the show and what that could mean for Fern and Fern's feelings surrounding Finn. This is the foundations of the ship to me.

I like to ship them when Fern remembers all of this/what he is (a demon that basically consumed half of Finn's soul), has accepted himself and has integrated his two ego states. We don't need to do any legwork on Finn's end. Dude's already weird enough about Fern canonically, but I do like to build his guilt up until he's a mess on the floor, crying over his past mistake of assuming Fern needed saving in the first place (the thing that leads Finn to ignorantly prompting/assisting in his suicide), haunted by the words of Fern's time echo from the The Beginning of The End comic, never truly being able to trust if he's actually helping someone again.

I like to play in that space of au/hc: a demon and the man he's bound to/he shares a soul with who loves him unconditionally, reunited somehow (a wish, diverging from canon, Penelope and Fern's next incarnation finding one another, etc) and coming to terms with the baggage of all the shit they inflicted on one another. Then maybe Fern can finally hear Finn out without the cloud of festering insecurity when he tells him again how he'd still like to be "even closer".

At its simplest I like finn/fern because I love Fern, and finally accepting and seeing Finn as a completely different person (enough to engage in a relationship, whether sexual/romantic/queer platonic/something that no label fits because of what they are, whatever) speaks to an ultimate form of self actualization, and Fern really deserves to feel that level of "himself" imo.

Hope that was adequately interesting.

[skibasyndrome]

WIP TAG GAME

Thank you so so so much for tagging me @hergrandplan @pagegirlintraining @iwouldnevergetintofanfic @caramelpenguin @earlgrey-lateatnight & @unfortunate17 and very sorry for only doing this so late 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

okay so...... these vary GREATLY, some of them are a simple thought and a few vibes, for some of them I have chapters written. Also 👀 I have had a very lacking in writing couple of months so I probably talked about loads of these before at some point

Cherry Pt. II

murderers on the run

"mermon" au

Vamp ideas

You Let It Go

All this shit is new to me DRAFTING [does this count?? well the next chapter is a wip in the sense that it's in progress, right??]

GREEK HERO MYTH AU

Sooooo... Since I'm this helplessly late with this I think most people have already done this 🥺🥺🥺 But if anyone happens not to have gotten a tag yet and/or would like to do it again please feel tagged by me! (and tag me so I can ask about your wips hehe)

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Alright alright- if you haven't seen it, @one-joe-spoopy delivered a full course meal of their spooky penumbra au with a lil desert from @esquemeencanta a beautiful picrew for visuals (KISSES KISSES KISSES, i love it), so of course it is only right I return the favor with my abandoned monster hunter au with both the original and newest version (so it's like a Buy One Get One)

Basic details: I had plans to write a full length fic covering this au in my head, I never got around to it. This was supposed to be a Benten Lives au. Peter was originally a changeling in the first version (not a vampire like I originally claimed, in my defense my memory is shit sometimes). Juno and Ben were both monsters as well, based on the Greek maenad, devotees to Dionysus that drank until drunk and sang and danced up in the mountains. Rita is human (werewolf enthusiast), Vespa is human, Buddy is a solar elf, and Jet I never got around to.

I don't have much details on the origins of this au but from I can scrap together for the first version it seems like Benten and Juno were attending an art gala. Maenad in this world are terribly destructive when drunk and Benten didn't want to be that, so while he loved their Ma and hid her booze, he "loved Juno more and worked double time to hide the booze from him." To round out this full picture of the twins and maenad, "Maenad are hard to love. Benten is easy though."

Changelings are abandoned children of fae. Fae parents swap their child for a human child and the human parent raises the changeling until the changeling returns to the fae world one day, or until the child eats their face off. They have two faces, the face of the human child and their true face. They have sharp pointy teeth and eat flesh. What this implies about Peter’s relationship with Mag and Slip, I can't exactly say. I came up with this version and concept years ago.

The twins were attending an art gala and Juno notices a lady in a long dress. His image is flickering in and out of existence though. I believe this person was meant to be Peter. I had vague plans for the lights to go out, someone to scream, and when they come back on there's been a murder in the gala, an art piece stolen, and it's up to Detective Juno to solve the case with Ben at his side. They end up splitting up and reuniting, Ben did brief interviews, Juno was investigating the gala space. A big chase was to ensue across the event space and end with Juno cornering the person from earlier and watching in horror as their bones crack and their entire form shifts to match his twin. Their image flickers again. Peter finally reveals his true face and makes some snarky remark before escaping out a window into the night. The murdered victim was because Peter needed to eat, the stolen art piece was his heist, and Ben comes to find Juno down the corridor with a teary face as he explains that he just got done with only one interview... meaning Juno was not working with Benten the whole time. He was working with the changeling. He was conned.

In the newest version, Juno and Benten are no longer maenad they're human. Rita, Vespa, Buddy are the same as the original. Jet is a werewolf. And in this version Peter is a vampire (in my notes I refer to him as Vamp 'Reyev). Juno is a monster hunter in this world, no longer just a detective. Rita works still as his second hand. Ben is alive.

It was supposed to follow the same format as the original: art gala, black out, big storm outside, power returns, and people are dead. They're pale and bloodless. Juno was hired for that night to play security, scare monsters out and keep people inside safe. Ben was there as a guest. Rita is back at the office on standby. So when she gets on call she starts working with Juno to puzzle everything together. When they figure out its a monster amongst the human guests ("a monster thief Mistah Steel! A vampire monster thief!") Juno gets excited to start the hunt, but when he remembers Ben is with him he's torn between doing his job and getting out of there while they can together. If Juno leaves the other guests are likely to die. In the end, Juno and Ben stay. They stick close together even as more guests start dropping like flies and their bodies turn up bloodless. Ben never really knew or understood what it was Juno does for a living. Now he's learning too much.

It concludes with a big chase down a long corridor, thunder and lightening outside, the power goes out again, and Juno stops.  A figure illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window with their back turned to him. A metallic tang fills the air. Lightning fills the room and Juno catches glowing amber eyes. Dark liquid in streaks dripping down their chin. Juno raises his blaster in the dark. He can't aim. He only has one shot. In the blink of an eye, the figure is gone and suddenly here's someone next to him. He's engulfed in a heady flowery scent and a sharp pain pierces his neck. He cracks his blaster against the side of his assailant's head, but they clamp down harder. Juno is drained and left in the corridor to die. He's going to fall unconscious so before he does he takes the shot. He doesn't know if he hit anything as the world turns dark.

Ben finds him and gets them out of the art gala. Rita has a car come collect them and she meets Ben at a hospital. Juno recovers. He knows what hes going to hunt from now on. Rita and Ben are his anchors but they can only do so much as Juno's hunt leads him to an abandoned lighthouse where all hell breaks loose.

Vamp 'Reyev in this au is hungry and looking for his next meal of the century. He's blended in with society and concealed his identity going by different names for ages. He's evaded monster hunters before in the past but something about this one intrigues him. He's playing with fire. He doesn't care. Nureyev’s eyes have an amber hue to them. He's freakily fast and climbs up walls and ceilings. He's never out of date with the newest fashion trends but his vocabulary gives him away.

Monster-Human society are at odds with one another, they have been for what feels like forever. The humans want all monstered rounded up and eradicated. The monsters want all humans rounded up and eradicated. No one knows who fired the first shots or who's blood was spilt first or why. This is the way things have been. They've escalated so now there's monster hunters like Juno. On the flip side there's also human hunters, monsters that track down monster hunters and get paid to take revenge. Humans don't wander at night out of fear and old wives tales. Monsters don't mingle during the day out of fear and old fairy tales. There are multiple ways to become a monster hunter. Through the Academy, work for hire like Juno, apprenticeship. Sasha went through the Academy and that feeds into Dark Matters. Juno had no prior training beyond his time as a cop, monster hunting pays more so that's why he chose it.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Thank you so much @alan-apologist for tagging me!!!

Favourite colour: blue, all shades of blue (except neon). Also grey (I have an inexplicable fascination with it) and some shades of green and violet, and black. Essentially, I love colours, but I also like greyscale.

Currently watching: uh... bit difficult cause technically I'm watching quite a few, but also technically some of those are on hold. So three that I'm actively watching: My Love Mix Up Th, The Trainee (this show is absolutely slayying and I adore Jane) and Century of Love (I binged 5 eps in the last 2 days, something is very wrong with me but sadly that's not something new). I still need more cause college started and I need more stimulation.

Last song: I had it on autoplay so I had to check but 22 by Taylor Swift

Currently working on: ...I lost count. And also a few AU-gust prompts that I really wanna write

Current obsession: PhumPeem babyfic. I NEED IT NOW HSHHSVSVS. Unfortunately, I'm the one who's to write it *sobs*. Honourable mention: my vamp!Peem and werewolf!Phum fic

Last movie: uh... Rampage, I think? I watched it with dad in one of our (mostly) regular movie nights. It has The Rock and a shit ton of special effects

Last googled: "morpheus god" I saw an event named MORPHEUS and told mom he was the Greek god of sleep, and googled just to confirm. Correction: he's the god of dreams which- yeah, he's also associated with sleep. Fun fact: morphine is named after him but I'm pretty sure most of y'all know that

Relationship: I have very good friends. Romantically? Ask me sometime in the next decade.

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This was niceee hehe

Tags: @desi-yearning @iamnotaware @inonetoomanyfandoms @fuck-i-like-too-much-stuff @bookwormwithadhd @kulfi-walaa (saw you in my notifs hehe) and anyone else who wants to do this!!! =D

[general-radix]

The eighth one of these, which I didn’t get around to scanning right away. :U

* One thing I’ve wanted to try making, but can’t ever seem to follow through with, is paper dolls; Snow White here came from a recent attempt. Basically, “fairy tale princesses but they’re femboys”.

* The ultra-elusive “Not Brooding” Vince. Or maybe that’ll get less elusive with time...

* I decided that for my “Greek/Egyptian/maybe Norse and-or Celtic” mythology thing, the families of the Olympians and head Egyptian gods are joined via Demeter and Nephthys. Why? 99% “more lesbians!”, and 1% “I really need Hades to NOT take romantic interest in his own niece”.

(EDIT: to clarify, Hera and Demeter are not related to Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades in this concept.)

* Speaking of those two pantheons: as he was frequently depicted holding a finger to his lips and most ancient Greeks couldn’t read hieroglyphs, young Horus was mistaken for/interpreted as a god of secrets and silence. I don’t think I’ll use his Greek name of “Harpocrates” here, but this was Horus’s vocation before he grew up to become the Egyptian sky god.

* Some of the Harvest Moon Court vampires; most of them carried over from the old Marathon vamp AU, while Howelle is new (and unlike Caliban, who she’s replacing, Howelle does take her faith seriously--especially when Solar adherents are trying to stir shit).

[an-au-blog]

Shuggy

Shuggy college au (1), (2), (3), (meme), (4), (ao3 link), (5), (6), (frobin bonus!), (7 - Christmas special), (8)

second college shuggy au

Kidnapped and unclenapped Buggy au (all links here)

fem!Buggy + gold digger au knda???(1), (2), (3), (4),

fem shuggy (1)

magic!fem!Buggy au (1), (2)

Detached teen Buggy and Shanks (1), (2)

Shuggy threads (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (11), (12)

Never separated shuggy

Royal shuggy au (1), (2), (3), (FIC!!!), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (+)

Deity x human shuggy

Malcolm In The Middle au

actors shuggy

Greek mythology shuggy

Hunger games shuggy au (1), (2), (3)

ghost!Buggy au

Merman!Shanks x Buggy au

Hallmark au

kinda toxic tips and tricks shuggy

guard!Shanks and theif!Buggy heist au, (bonus)

drunk Buggy

band Shuggy (1), (2), (3), (4), (not rly mine but...)

Shanks meets Future!Buggy, (2)

soulmate string shuggy au

vamp shanks x black widow buggy au

figure skating au

impel down shuggy

vegas wedding shuggy (1), (2)

shuggy fam

witch

thoughts (1), (2), (3), (song)

A collection of my aus and posts:

Consider this a map for my blog for easier navigation and finding posts (will be updated when needed). Not all posts are linked but all posts are tagged.

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One Piece

shuggy

zosan

frobin

more!

Trigun

Eye of Michael cigarettes

Beauty(s) And The Beast au (kinda)

Immortal! Vash

Dr Who au

Small town dr Eriks

Guardian x teacher au (1), (2)

Fast and not so furious au (1), (2), (3)

Dating app vashwood

greek mythology vashwood

The witcher

bitter Jaskier

non-human! Jaskier

Others

Hannibal coffee shop au

Stranger Things pining Eddie (1), (2)

Murther Sailor Moon au

[girlbossminerva]

Pspspsps I posted the first chapter of my re-worked ft vampire au pspspsp

[mieteve-minijoma]

Immortal Desire: Chapter 22

By: @mieteve-minijoma and @nikmack129

Aesthetic by: @aam-loves

Chapter 22:

His only worry now was whether or not Cheryl would accept him in her life. But that would be a worry for another time. Putting all thoughts of the future with his daughter aside, he brought them to Aphrodite’s secret palace. 

Once Eros' magic receded, they found themselves standing before what Betty could describe as the gaudiest castle she'd had ever seen. 

Everything was gold.

 The structure looked to be three or four stories high, every inch covered in gold details on top of gold walls.

Betty, Cheryl, Jughead, and Toni all stood there a minute, trying to take in the sight before them but Apollo and Artemis chuckled, enjoying seeing their reactions. They had heard tales of what her new palace looked like so they were prepared. However, they understood why the others reacted as they did to the place Aphrodite called home. 

“That’s…” Betty stated, then stopped, searching for the right words and failing, “something.”

“It sure is,” Cheryl remarked, not able to look away from the monstrosity that sat in front of them.

“Unique. I think the word you’re looking for is unique?”  Jughead replied, knowing that if they all said what they were thinking, Aphrodite would undoubtedly throw a fit.

“Uh, yeah... We’ll go with that,” Toni agreed quickly.

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Or Start At The Beginning Here

[demi-fool]

have i talked abt the vampire/werewolf au for the pjoverse yet

[satans-left-asscheeky]

Masterlist

Yall this chaotic mess hit 200 followers thank you all so very much. You all are amazing! Here's some other milestones that I thought were cool, but didn't post for some reason

Okay it's so awesome that there's now 200 of you like wow. I'm honestly still shocked that that many people find my toddler sense of humor funny, but hey I'll take it! Idk how other people celebrate, and ngl this is something I've been meaning to do for a while anyways, but without further a do here's the chaos.

-Fallout 4

Complete Chaos Head cannons/more Nonsense

-Companions as cursed images

- Companions as memes

-Companions as raccoon memes

-Companions as animals

- 3 step program part 1

- 3 step program part 2

- 3 step program part 3

- Rice purity test scores

- Things that have the same energy as companions

- Companions as writing in bathroom stalls

-Companion Banner thingy

-Companions plus my ocs child

-Companions as a quote of the day

-Companions as corsets

-Companions as muscles

-Companions as toilets

-Cards against humanity

-As Frogs

-As dinosaurs

-Companions as Companions?

-Dogs I think they'd have

-Why companions would join the BOS

-Companions as trailers

-What companions being silent in argument means

-Companions as sodas

-Companions as greek gods

-Companions tops or bottoms

-How they feel about eating raw cookie dough

-Skyrim Au part 1

-What first romanced companion says about you

-Zodiac

-What trying to romance non romancable says about you

-How companions would come out

-What they listen to when they can't sleep

-What they call seggsy times

-How they play DND

-Tik tok sounds

-As dumb shit I've been told

-Reasons I dismiss the companions

Reacts

-Companions react to Sole yelling at raider

-Companions react to Sole saying "my depression may be chronic, but my ass is iconic"

-Companions react to Sole telling priest about them

-Companions react to is water wet?

-Companions react to being yelled at

-Companions react to being left on read

-Companions react to giant spider

- Sole telling them they thought they were scary

- React to Sole saying "It was in that moment they knew they fucked up"

-React to Pumpkin Carving 🎃

-React to Bloody Mary🎃

-Random naughty scene in movie

-Being told their going to hell

-React to X6 plunger dialog

-React to drunk sole trying to 'fly'

-React to raider sole

-Raider rehabilitation program

-kid sole holding an inappropriate item

-Sole handing them a dead raiders hand

- kid sole flipping them off

- Kid sole calling then mom/dad

-Snake sole

-Ex-courser Sole

-Kid sole scared of Dark

-Meeting the mysterious stranger

-Scary 14 year old sole

-Father as a secret furry

-Sole using a Raiders skin as a disguise

-Synth sole

-Kid sole asking for help burying their mom/dad

-Mature kid sole

-Pre ghoul Hancock

-Finding sole reading poetry

-Fo2 cities

-Vamp sole refusing to feed of them

-Lady like sole using hairspray and a lighter

-Naked and Afraid

-Sole copying their voice

-Sole with mini gun arm

-Kid sole riding down a hill in a shoping cart

-Vamp sole happy ending

-Meeting young sole through time travel

-Sturges fixing a car for them

Last updated 5/14/22

[lotusmuses]

i have a whole au that involves vanitas being transmasc (specifically masc/vers/neutra-adrogyne gender expression and agender identity) so i'll list some of the details (a lot of it is pre "transition" idk if i can call it transition because he never really did a transition?) also this is the first time i have a fully fleshed out idea of a trans au so please tell me if some things are inaccurate (though the androgyne expression, agender identity is something i've been self questioning a bit):

his birth name is Artemis

he didn't present as a guy until after Luna and Mikhail's deaths so Misha calls him sister

in Vani's eyes, Artemis died with her mother and brother and vampire doctor Vanitas was born

that scene where Misha imitates vanitas? but "oh! i was trying to act like my sister! hm... i suppose you'd know her better as my brother?" he's honestly very angry with Vanitas about this (not even bc Vani is trans but because vani isn't the same as he remembers; how can he go back to the happiest moments of his life if his sibling is different)

little Artemis wanted to be a boy to protect her little brother and so nobody would look down on her back when she trained with the chasseurs

when Number 69 first told the blue moon vampire her name Blue literally got so happy and said "Artemis! like the goddess that pulls the moon.. perhaps it was fate for our paths to intertwine haha!"

but it took a while before she told her brother and new mom her name

trigger warning; he never physically transitioned of his own choice but the doctor's experiments.... well let's say they did more than just inject blue blood into Number 69. after all what does an experiment need a sex and gender for?

before the vampire killed her dad and the others of the travelling show, Artemis was also in the show as an aerialist and acrobat. it was something she truly loved.

it's the reason why you can always find vanitas on a roof or high places when he's overwhelmed (also why he can stand on the top of an airship without batting an eye)

often Luna would come to the roof as well to comfort the child (bringing mikhail along if he was still awake) — they would sometimes talk to Artemis or sometimes just look at the night sky with her in silence

Luna also liked to sing to the children, Vanitas will hum the song when he's alone on a roof

also because of this, what he lacks in strength, he's makes up with agility and reflexes

Artemis never called Luna mother or father but she did wonder if this is what she could've experienced if her birth didn’t kill her mother

mikhail also wanted a lunar name like Luna and Artemis so they decided to call him Charon (a moon of pluto and a greek psychopomp; references that mikhail actually did die but is currently revived temporarily). he decided he preferred misha though

vanitas never calls his brother misha because he understands that the boy's mother called him that to prentend he was a girl. instead he called him mika (mikhail was still very excited that his sibling finally used an endearing nickname for him)

Vanitas never had dysphoria but he considered Artemis too weak for trusting and caring for people deeply and that she is a vital part of the memories he wants to keep buried. so if someone called him by his dead name.... run. we all know what he feels towards anyone who wants to know his past.

if he's okay with a person knowing his past he's okay with them using any pronouns for him though he/him is their most preferred. he feels quite awkward about using the name Artemis again because it reconnects him with Luna more (in this au he's no longer human and is the new blue moon vamp [thanks to the parade people- naenia, grandpa de sade, etc]; noe will still kill him but not yet) but if you have a vvv close relationship, he'll allow it. please be careful with the trust they placed in you.

(another thing is that his hair turns white when he uses the book a lot now)

after being saved by Luna, Artemis grew her bangs out (it having been cut so horribly simply so it wouldn't get in the way of 'procedures')

he would have kept his hair long but he didn’t like the feeling of it in his face so he gave himself bangs again and keeps the rest tied (he's not very good at cutting his hair so he just keeps it the way it was when he was with Moreau)

only Jeanne knows he's trans (bc of the cabin scene)

and murr i guess (canon that he only likes women and vani)

eventually everyone else will learn his past as well. and while they are shocked, it does explains certain peculiarities about him

oh! remember that scene when he says he cures vampires as revenge to Luna? it's because Luna once told them that she no longer resents those of the red moon and that while she may not regret cursing them, she'd never do it again-

"Artemis... in my years. I've learned that the best revenge is to prove someone wrong... to be kind. Never be the person they think you are. I know the feeling of being ostracized by my own kind. Do not let that anger overtake you. One day you'll meet those who make you realise that the world isn't as harsh as you thought, just as I have with you and your brother."

when her true name got tainted she went back to the strong resentment. Vanitas' "revenge" is against the corrupted Luna and every vampire that expects the one of the blue moon to harm them

he saves vampires as a promise to get 'revenge' on his mother, the vampire that showed him kindness, the corrupted vampire that killed his little brother. revenge against the humans that thought him weak. revenge on his abusers. revenge on the chasseurs that taught him hatred. revenge on the version of himself that hates humans and vampire alike.

this promise was the last thing they told the vampire before he killed them

had luna still retained sanity after making Vanitas a part of the blue moon clan, she would've been so very proud of him in that moment

the revenge that Vanitas wants in return for being the antagonist of everyone is to finally be reunited with his family. he hopes that his first true close friend, Noe, can grant him that act of kindness.

saw someone say promises of death is his love language and they're absolutely right

Hope you all enjoy this!

[rhymesswith]

Les Champs Elysées

I walked along the avenue with my heart open to the unknown I wanted to say hello to anyone, anyone and it was you, I told you anything, It was enough to talk to you, to tame you                                         -Joe Dassin

Paris, 1851.

“Excuse me, sir? Sir please! I…oh dear.”

“Madam? Madam please just wait! Just a moment of your time?”

“Please help me. I just need a moment to ask… I just need some directions. If somebody would just…madam? Monsieur? Anybody?”

“They’re not going to stop.” The voice comes from behind, where before there’d only been an empty alley. It’s unfamiliar, but the accent is English. Harry feels relief balloon in his chest and he turns around.

“Thank god!” He breathes, smiling at the stranger leaning against the cracked masonry of the building at his back. “I was beginning to fear nobody in this city spoke English.”

“Oh they speak English just fine, everyone in Paris does. They’re just too important to bother with you.”

Harry presses his lips together and frowns. “But you aren’t?”

“Mate.” The man laughs, shifting from his easy slouch to stand straight, spreading his arms to the sides. “Do I look important to you?”

Harry allows his eyes to pass over the stranger’s figure, taking in the worn boots, the patches on the trousers, the missing buttons of his jacket, the off-white of his collar. He’s dirty with what looks like coal dust, loose hair long and tangled. “I believe everyone is important.” He replies earnestly, “God loves all of his children.”

This silences the man for a beat. He seems somewhat taken aback, drawing his arms back in to wrap around his middle. He’s really not quite as old as Harry had first thought, stubble and grime adding years to his otherwise youthful face. But now surprise restores some wide-eyed innocence.

“I’m Harry.” He offers, stepping up another pace to offer his hand. The man blinks and places his own in Harry’s palm. The slide of his skin is rough with callouses and tacky with dirt, but Harry doesn’t let himself balk.

“Louis.” The man offers, seeming to shake off his moment of surprise, lost expression replaced with a crooked grin. For all that his body is ragged and dingy his teeth are straight and white. “I can help you find your way if you’d like.”

“That would be very welcome. I was supposed to meet my mother and sister at the Opéra Le Peletier,” Harry stutters over the foreign words, “but I’m afraid I got caught up in the sights and rather lost my way.”

The man huffs in surprised amusement, “Indeed you have! You’ve wound up on the exact wrong side o’ town. No wonder you looked so nervous, you’re a posh little thing aren’t ye? Any further north and you’d’ve reached the red streets. And all dolled up like ye are they’d’ve torn ya apart.”

Harry blinks down at himself, flushing at the stark difference between their attire. It’d been easy to forget when he was with his family in the fashionable hotel district where everyone was dressed as well or better than he. But once he’d stumbled into the less polished side of the city he had noticed one or two folks eyeing him greedily, as if contemplating a particularity appealing shop window. “In that case I suppose I’m at your mercy, Mister…?”

“Poulson.” The man supplies, “But don’t bother mister-ing me. I’ve only ever been just Louis and it’s served me well enough. What times your show then?”

“Call is at half eight, but I’m meant to be meeting for supper beforehand, for six in the house restaurant. Do you think we’ll be able to make it?”

Louis looks thoughtful, tapping his lip with one finger. “Not by street, it’ll be jammed with traffic all along the river at this time of day. But don’t worry,” he grins, bright in the shadows of the looming buildings, “I know all the shortcuts.”

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[lemontongues]

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

(thank u @applejee for the tag!!<33)

my wip titles are usually formatted as [ship - concept] so I'm just gonna group them by ship

timkon:

stray/vamp au crossover (nsfw)

BTMD

BTMD bonus (nsfw)

bachelor au

bodyguard au

vet au

time travel

groundhog day

the oviposition one (nsfw)

cassierose:

greek quest

forced to work together

haircut

misc:

kon+dami rescue whump

sonther au

they all vary wildly in terms of completeness from "cool idea I had, took a couple of notes on it" to "90% written and needs a little editing" lol. I technically have more but a lot of them are random freewriting stuff that idk if I'm actually gonna try to do anything with, so they're gonna stay tucked away for now

I'm not gonna tag anyone, but if you wanna do this go ahead and say I tagged you! :]

[rein-ette]

Top 5 AUs that you would like to see in the fandom?

If anyone sees this and writes one, @ ME.

1. A. B. O. Pls.

I wanna read good a/b/o again! I used to be super into the kpop scene on ao3 (shhh don't tell) and there was sooo much a/b/o, i didn't know what I was enjoying until it was taken from me!

I really want engport a/b/o (hint hint nudge nudge). I mean I would also like fruk a/b/o very much as well, but the engport corner of the fandom is sorely lacking some good old pwp or absolute, tooth-rotting "cuddling my evil-tempered omega until he melts" fluff.

2. More vampires + werewolves!

Somehow this au never gets old for me (if it's well-written). I will be waiting until my bones turn into dust for Shacha to update the engport one, but until then hopefully others turn up with some more vamp/werewolf aus.

3. Faerie + Magic

This is more my area of expertise, having read 1394852 faerie YA novels when I was 11, so perhaps one day I will be able to provide the fandom with this au. But I really want an au where many nations (not just england) get to interact with and explore the fae world. Cut throat courts! Pretty wood spirits! Everything will eat you! I find it would be especially fun if the nations are actually nations and have to somehow cross over into the faerie world guided by those in the know like Arthur and Norway, so every step of the way Arthur can give the looks like i fucking told you and no you may not have sex with that "hot dude" it's a swamp spirit tf.

4. Greek Myth/Rick Riordan AU

I have found one (1) fic with demigod fruk and I have been obsessed with it for the longest time. I'm not sure if it's "cool" yet to like Rick Riordan as an adult the way Harry Potter is but who cares? I love it. I wanna see son of aphrodite Francis with badass sword skills and charmspeak, son of Poseidon Arthur who masterminds every plan and loves talking to the pegasi, son of Athena Port who everyone's lowkey terrified of because him? Athena? What's he hiding? And why does he look so much like that Demeter boy who always growing his little basil plants in the yard and chattin up the naiads?

5. Zombie Apocalypse Action AU

It doesn't have to be zombies. I just want to see the gang in dire straits and cooperating for once. No screw that, I just wanna see them fight and kill things and not have to think about the historical and geopolitical repercussions of making them kill those things. How else can we appreciate the insane reload speed Prussia has? The fact that Spain literally will not die and will fight until you cut his head off and chop him into sashimi bits? The fact that Mattie is actually really wild when you give him a machine gun and free reign? The fact that even in the field Francis is a little snarky bitch -- until he snaps? Please, just let them shoot things, stab things, impale things, I beg you.

[crashdevlin]

Leftoverture- Prologue

Author’s Note: Don’t get me wrong, I loved the finale, but I was thinking about how much I miss Dean and I couldn’t stop thinking about ways I could have him back so…I’m going canon divergent while being as close to canon as possible. ‘Cause that’s how Cassie do. Will eventually crossover with my Crash Into Me series.

Summary: Sam is carrying on as best he can, when the Dean from the other universe shows up at the Bunker in complete distress. Can Dean carry on without his brother like Sam is trying to? Can they help each other?

Pairing: None, thus far.

Word count: 1196

Story Warnings: angst, Post-barn scene sads, mentions of major character deaths (Dean and AU!Sam), mentions of depression,

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Sam woke to Miracle jumping on his bed. He groaned and reached out to pat the dog’s head. “Yeah. I’m up. Gimme a minute, buddy.” Waking up was always hard for him now. It used to be so easy for him, but since Dean died...pushing himself out of his bed was harder every day.

If it weren’t for that dog, he wouldn’t get out of bed at all.

Miracle whined and pushed his head against Sam’s thigh. “Yeah. I’m...yeah.”

He was going through the motions. Without Dean, everything was dulled. Except the pain. The pain was all-encompassing. The pain was everything.

He forced himself out of bed. He had to every day. He fed the dog. Fed himself. Moved along with his day. He waited on the laundry. He walked Miracle...couldn’t bring himself to go for a run.

He kept waiting for things to get better. Dean said Sam could handle it, that he could do it alone, but Sam felt a little more like that was a lie every single day. Weeks passed. He only felt worse.

He sat at the table in the library, head hung over a book of Greek lore, when the large front door opened. Sam stood, on instant alert, grabbing the pistol from the holster under the table and standing, moving to hide to the side of the archway as footsteps were heard on the spiral staircase.

“Sam?!” an intimately familiar voice called out. Sam’s heart felt like it was being crushed at the sound. “Dean? Are you fellas home?”

Sam stepped out of the library and stared across the War Room at his brother’s face. Familiar green eyes with the crinkles at the corners, freckled skin across his cheeks and hands...with beaded bracelets and a Rolex watch on his wrists.

“Dean.” Sam set the pistol on the map table and stepped closer, forcing down his pain. He almost didn’t notice the same pain on Dean’s face. “What are you doing here?”

“I…” He cleared his throat and stepped closer to Sam. “Where’s your brother?”

“I...asked you first,” Sam responded, unable to bring himself to say the words. Not to Dean’s face.

"I just...wanted…needed to…"

Sam looked into Dean's eyes and noted the pain in the dark green orbs. "Where’s your brother?"

Dean broke immediately, dropping his body to the bottom step of the staircase and sobbing into his hands. "I couldn't save him! I couldn't--there was so much blood and I couldn't-"

Tears rolled down Sam's cheeks. The words Dean said were exactly what his own thoughts about his own brother's death. He couldn’t stop himself from sitting next to Dean and holding him as they cried.

"My Dean died too," Sam whispered after the sobs started to wane. Dean wiped at his eyes and looked over at Sam, who nodded sadly. "You wanna beer?"

"Sorry about that. I-I don't normally...I haven’t broken down like that since it happened," Dean said, five minutes later as he picked at the edge of the label on his beer.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"Werewolf," Dean managed, even as his voice broke on the word. "Slashed his chest t-to ribbons...got his heart...but it didn't eat him. No, I did not let that piece of shit eat my brother's heart, I wr-wrapped…" His hand went across his mouth, shaking as he rubbed the words from his lips. "His heart burned with him," Dean concluded before taking a drink of his beer.

Sam's mind settled on his own memory of standing in front of a funeral pyre, his brother burning before his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"What happened to Dean?"

Sam took a deep pull off of his beer and cleared his throat as he set it down. "S-something similar. We were fighting a nest of vampires in this old barn and...and there was this...this rebar hook. Vamp pushed him on it during the struggle and...it pierced his, pierced his heart and...there was no, there no saving him."

"I'm very sorry, Samuel. Sam, I mean," Dean corrected, shaking his head at himself. "You're not Samuel. I apologize."

"Right. Harder than it seems to convince the brain of that. I mean...you’re not my brother...but the sound of your voice is…" Sam shook his head, too.

"I always thought I would go first," Dean said, voice quiet and far-off. "I never imagined a world where I didn't have Sammy."

Sam had to swallow down a sob. "Yeah. My Dean was the same." He swallowed again, but there was no getting around the ball of sadness in his throat. "He got what he wanted."

There was silence for a long moment before the sound of paws on tile thundering toward the War Room. Miracle jumped in Dean's lap and immediately started to lick the salt from his cheeks.

"Who is this little mutt?!" Dean asked, a bit of awe and amusement in his voice as he petted the pooch.

Sam cleared his throat. "That’s Miracle. Dean rescued him."

"Oh, he must think I'm-"

"Yeah," Sam interrupted. "That’s the happiest I've seen him since…"

Dean pressed a kiss to the top of Miracle's head and caressed his ears. "Such a good boy."

"He is. He's a really good dog." Sam stood and crossed to the whiskey decanter. “I think I need something stronger than beer. You want a glass?”

“Please.”

Sam poured two glasses of whiskey and turned back around. Miracle had his head in Dean’s lap, looking as happy as he’d ever looked. He slid one of the glasses across the table in front of Dean and sat back down. “How long ago did it happen?”

“Week ago,” Dean said, staring at the amber liquid. “Yours?”

“A month.”

“How are you still standing?”

Sam’s eyes snapped to Dean’s. How was he still standing? “Dean wanted me to keep going. So, I’m going.” He shrugged and focused on his whiskey.

“Does it get easier?”

“Not so far.”

Another moment of silence settled over the room as the men drank. Dean stared off into space as he scratched at the dog’s head. “I don’t think I can do this,” he whispered eventually.

“Of course, you ca-” Sam started to argue.

“No.” Dean looked over at Sam and shook his head. “No, I can’t. I’m not built for it. I’ve been taking care of Sammy since I was a kid. I’ve never been without him. I can’t do this without him.”

Sam swallowed and looked over at Dean. “Dean...I’m sure you can. I’m sure you…” He sighed. “You can keep going. I know it seems like you can’t, but-”

“It doesn’t seem like it, Sam. I am not able to do this. I am not like you. I can’t do this.” He pushed the dog out of his lap and stood. “I cannot. I cannot go forth without him.” He stomped away toward the library and Sam wanted to follow, but something forced him to stay as Miracle ran after Dean.

‘Cannot go forth without him’ rang in Sam’s head. ‘Yes you can’ followed it.

“I don’t want to,” he whispered. “I really don’t want to.”

[marlasomething]

Piles Of Nonsense Bingo: Poor Affectionate Souls

Hi there! This is my fourth individual contribution the @pilesofnonsense 2021 Halloween Bingo. My idea? To fill the marked column (bellow) adding an extra one in each entry.

"Boxes" filled: The Corruption and New Medium

Characters: Tim Stoker, Jonathan Sims, Original Avatar Characters, Original Human Characters, Original Non-Human Characters

Pairings: Background minor relationships, Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood, Sasha James/Tim Stoker

Additional tags: Original statement, non-Apocalypse AU, Archivist!Sasha, Web!Jon, Lonely!Tim, other countries’ Institutes, Greek mythology, Riordanverse references, yeah that level of nerdiness everyone is morally grey in here, a bunch of characters get just mentioned, because I can, no beta we kayak like Tim

CW: co-dependency, slight mention of family issues, Corruption Typical Content, violence, injuries, mentions of physical deterioration

Ranking: Teen and up (it is not really that harsh but maybe a bit thought for younger audiences)

Word count: 2614

Summary: a new type of human-ish person appear to make Tim’s day a little bit longer. However, this new individual didn’t come empty handed: they are handling yet another bloody testament…Ah! When did this become his life? (Don’t answer, he knows)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35034877t

As always, kudos/likes (as this is going both to AO3 and Tumblr), feedback or any random comments are so greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy it and forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes,

Allons-y!

Marla

“Oh my God Jon, don’t be so dramatic! I told you, putting in between Hopworth and me was more than enough to get back most of my trust. And I feel bad enough, alright? I should not have…I shouldn’t have mistrusted you so much before that, ok? So, yes, I know you were just looking for nice rings and I won’t say a word to anyone, especially Melanie. Jeez, when are you two let that go?” on the other side of the line, Jon starting a speech that, in an all public show would have been far too bleeped to be considerable audible. Tim laughed and toyed with some of his white hair; letting it grow longer had likely been the best decision of his life. “Fine, er…I called you later.”

One goodthing after his experience almost getting assimilatedby The Lonely was his new-found capacity to feel automatically annoyed when someone he hadn’t invited in came into a room he was in at the moment.

He called it, the reverse-vamp-power (for everyone’s annoyance).

He turned, to find a woman with naturally tanned skin and so many freckles Martin’s skin would look plain in comparison. She was smiling at him.

There was also some kind of fog around her, but it wasn’t like his fog.

No, there was something…wrong with hers…

“Hello there!” she said in which, he had to admit, was a pretty good imitation of the famous Obi-Wan Kenobi moment.

Actually, now that he came to think about it, she had literally used Ewan McGregor’s voice.

“What the actual fuck?! Lad…Pal, let’s cut this short, what Fear do you serve or are more in the Keay ‘pick-up’ style? And what are you doing here?”

“Kind-of Beholding. I am here to say hello to the new grey-area players! Honestly, to speak in terms you Brits understand (and, by that, I mean people of your our country), between all the Jonahs and Gertrudes, it is great to find more people that don’t necessarily want to end the world as we know it, but understand that cannot keep pretending to be some kind of John Wick against the other avatars. Soooo self-righteous” she laughed. “I’m from the Greek Institute: The Daedalus Institute. We kind of serve other powers, too. More of a family matter, if you may.”

Tim raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve read Percy Jackson and Co.; please, tell me you are joking.”

“Then you get it (thanks Rick!) and no, I am not. But it is not something you have to be worried about, enough you have with Smirke’s 14. Gods, the ego of that guy. The moment Jonah Magnus call you out on your hubris you know you have a problem” she lowered her head and, when she raised it again, her eyes glowed just like Sasha’s did when she went, as he liked to call it, Full Archivist-OP. “Something is coming to you, it might not be much, but it want revenge for what you once did to one Jane Prentiss (or what had become of the best of her) and better if you get a bit of context beforehand, isn’t it?”

Before Tim could say anything, the Greek woman had disappear, leaving behind a phone number under the text “Julia, of The Watcher and Hecate”.

He almost wished he had to listen to more of Jon-trying-to-propose drama instead of having to deal with more ominous random people that came out of nowhere.

It was starting to get old. He sighed and started reading the statement.

Statement of Jay Sanders, regarding their strange relationship with a litter of extremely tiny kittens.

Me and my friends graduated from Mathematics last summer and, since then, most of us had got it…quite harsh, to say the least, when it comes to make a living.

There had been a decrease of “shitty jobs” offers (to say something) and, as a mathematician…ha, that had been a funny experience.

However, of the five of us, three were…well, well-off enough to not have to actually worry about money if they didn’t want to. And so they didn’t.

I don’t blame them; they tried to make it in their own, they failed, and then they just moved on, back to rich-people town.

Fun to play the regular kid for four years. Now, it was only Sarah and me.

And we couldn’t afford our shared flat, nor go back home. In my case, it’s about having your standard ultra-conservative family and, in her case…her family is just very poor and she is too concerned about their well-being to go back and having to live under their roof again. She has always had this compulsory need to be the one protecting the rest of the World, never the other way round.

God, she is so stubborn and proud…Well, maybe was. I…we will get to that.

The thing is; we were seeing ourselves out in the street, our everyday anxiety increased and, basically, fed from one to the other….when our landlord came in one evening.

We had barely seen in him in the almost half a decade we had been living in the building. He was your regular cliché scary Nosferatu-like landlord: tall, rail thin man with pale gray-ish skin and thinning hair. However, that day he looked slightly better than usual, a bit of light in his dark sunken eyes.

“You two cannot pay rent” he stated, with such a flat voice for a second I thought he was going to discover himself at some kind of droid that murdered defaulters in his property.

“No, we can’t. But…maybe we can rent a smaller flat, right? Or share with more people, Jay is good at socialising, right?”

The only socialising I ever do is when someone does a terrible misused of mathematical concepts and, here I go, your best pedantic pal!

Anyways, I knew it was important to keep the place (or the closest we could to it), so I nodded.

“Yeah! My friends used to say: ‘They are the live of the party, that Jay!’” I composed a barely believable smile and, as such, it made our landlord laughed.

His laugh sounded so normal…too normal; no laugh sounds like that in real life.

“Don’t worry kids, I know you two are broke and kind of lone wolfs that cannot go home for whatever reasons. I am really good at peaking up signs…” then, he opened a box he had been carrying this whole time and, if it hadn’t been for extremely bizarre event that was having him here with us, I would have noticed before.

There was a muffled sound coming from it.

Meowing.

Inside the box, there was a litter of tiny kittens, barely a few hours old, if you ask me.

Even there, so small, fragile, bald and slightly bloody; they were adorable.

Sarah and I composed a collective involuntary “Awww” to which our landlord responded with a smile that just…didn’t feel like a smile at all.

I know that might not make much sense but…it was what happened: he composed a mouth curvature that can only be described as unsettling.

“You can stay, on one condition: take care of the kittens.”

Yes; I know: this is likely the shadiest scenario possible, how come we both agreed to it without a second of hesitation?

First of all, if you have ever seen yourself at the verge of losing your home and still question desperate measures…what the hell is wrong with you?!

Second of all, sleep deprivation. Sorry, might sound stupid but we hadn’t had a good night sleep in what already felt like months (though they had just been a couple weeks) and it showed in everything we did (or, better said, tried to do).

And third: the kittens themselves. They needed someone. They needed us.

Especially one of us.

At first, having the kittens was the best thing that had ever happened to us.

They were extremely small rays of sunshine in our everyday otherwise bleak existence. They required to be taken care of but, if it hadn’t been for a pretty nasty habit of having a taste for cut fingernails and hair (and even that was kind of adorable from time to time), they would have been the best pets ever.

Plus, we couldn’t exactly prove it but…the moment they appeared, we got jobs. In our field, nonetheless!

It is true that the kittens didn’t seem to grow and, after three weeks under our care, that was starting to worry us.

What if there was something wrong with our kids?

Or maybe there were just some of those races that barely grow; we thought. It was comforting, since there was still a selfish part of us that was quite worried that, if our landlord saw us taking the kittens to the vet, he might think we weren’t taking proper care of them…and lose our flat.

And so weeks kept passing, winter cold arriving and our teeny tiny cats still capable of fitting into their box, where they were nothing but peaceful.

We could just sit next to them and stared at their bald, wrinkly skulls and pet their pointy ears while they playfully used their sharp claws against our fingers.

It was all just fine.

Until one day, when Sarah decided that, since we were just friends, the kittens could only be the children of one of us and, obviously, since her work as online, she spent more time with them, therefore, her offspring’s.

Not only that, but SHE CHANGED THEIR DIET without asking me first.

She started giving them well cooked meat and soy milk, as if that was the two most adequate things for baby cats.

I confronted her, clearly upset. Perhaps, more upset than ever before in my entire life.

“That is not cat food, Sarah” I told her, annoyed and, I must admit, jealous of how popular that had made her with our kittens.

“Of course not” she answered, as if it was obvious that she knew perfectly well this fact. “But they are not cats, look at them! They look like us!”

Yes; it was true, they looked like us, like a feline version of us combined in different shapes.

I grunted.

“Cats can look like their owners, it’s a thing” I, obviously, didn’t know whether that was true or not; but, since it was the only logical explanation, is what I decided to believe.

And then…she hit me.

Actually, no. She didn’t hit me; she threw me across the room, a ball of pure rage and fury.

“WE ARE NOT THEIR OWNERS. HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT THEM THAT WAY?!”

As I tried to stand up, I realised…she was right. I was being unfair to our kids; we didn’t own them. Hell, not even the landlord did. They were our buddies; we couldn’t keep letting them in that box. So, instead of apologising to Sarah, I did what needed to be done: I let the kittens free of the box, making both the little ones and my best friend the happiest people on Earth. I have never been prouder of myself in my entire existence.

The kittens still didn’t grow, but they became completely independent and even cooperated on house tasks, under one condition: we had to feed them all the waste our own body produced, even the thick liquid coming out of Sarah’s almost juvenile pimples.

Some days, we just went to work and then be with them. There was no need for anything else, not even eating. As long as they were well fed, we didn’t seem to need anything for our own body.

They even learnt how to use their tiny teeth! Isn’t that great? Now, we will never mistake their favourite soy milk label ever again.

Sorry, now I am reading all this and it is…crazy. Even as I wrote it down, I BELIEVED AGAIN it was normal, actually, it is not that bad, is it?

Never mind, I shall continue.

Even though I couldn’t notice what this ordeal was doing to me, Sarah was a completely different story: Sarah, whose raven hair was turning a dirty grey and her marathon kind-of-skinny figure was turning into a starving kind-of-skinny one.

Her eyes were now as sunken as the landlord’s had been when he left the kittens, and she was allowing them so much as once saw her carrying one of them entirely on her mouth.

I want to believe I didn’t get to that extreme.

I tried to speak to her about it, worried at the time not only for the well-being of the first person who had called my Jay without a moment hesitation, but of the kittens’. As I have already stated, I didn’t spend that much time at home and, if Sarah couldn’t do it…I shivered at the mere thought of what could happen to them.

But, the moment I started talking about her maybe needing more time for herself…the kittens did something they hadn’t done since we adoptedthem: they started meowing.

Firstly, very low; then louder. And louder.

And louder.

And louder.

So loud that, by the end, I could feel my ears bleeding.

It was a clear protest of my words and, while this just made Sarah cry and point at me as if I was responsible of the cats’ suffering; it made me snap out of whatever trance we had been in for the last few months.

I flew the flat without even taking my phone with me.

From there, I went straight up to her parents’ house. Yes, being independent was nice and all but…we, SHE needed their help and, as much as it might be an economical tall on them…Sarah’s life was at risk.

Maybe mine too, as I collapsed the moment I entered their house and had to be committed to hospital for, between other things, malnutrition and plenty of infected animal bites.

I haven’t heard from Sarah since; her parents went to our flat, finding nothing but an empty box filled with a hulking mass with such a strong reek to it that their clothes still kept the smell when they came by to visit me to the hospital that day.

They kept looking, no results.

I went myself to the building after recovering and, luckily enough, confirming I still got my new job (maybe, after all, the kittens had had nothing to do with that particular fact). I asked for the landlord and, the moment I said that he had given us a box full of kittens, one of my former neighbours laughed.

“Our landlord is a she, dearie. Ursula, she lives with her kids, very nice boys, they are the only children that can awake my maternal instincts...Are you sure you weren’t fooled somehow, youngster?”

Yes, ma’am, I am almost certain.

And…that is all. Sorry I cannot give a conclusion. I can’t stay much longer, either way. I have to get home. They came back yesterday and they could get very upset if I don’t feed them...

…I hope my broken toenail will be of their taste.

Yes, I think so. What do you think?

Statement ends.

-----

It had been a month since Julia had randomly popped-up inside The Institute and the menace she had preconized had just been eradicated.

Murderous kittens were more tough than you could ever imagine.

As his boss (both out and inside the work space), Tim had given Sasha the card to call their mysterious friend.

“Ok, what do you want in exchange?” she asked.

“Ah! Director-Archivist! A pleasure! Nothing special just…You can take it as a warm welcome…

Welcome to the monster world, good to have new players.”

Extra notes:

Was this slightly inspired by the creepy-ass subplot of Brand New Cherry Flavour where Lisa pukes kittens? Well…maybe, yeah, it was just disgusting in the best possible way (quite enjoyed the show, didn’t like the ending ENDING, though –like, the last ten minutes or so, I was like…meh, wouldn’t have done that this way-).