#Sturgeon Moon from the Magical Girl au!

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It is slander! @achickennamedcheese how dare you?

Oh no

Ohhhh no oh no no no——

Noooooooooooo

*sighs*

Everyone, I have once again been struck by an idea…

The Bloodmoons get Magical Girlified

(Yes we’re ignoring the fact that Sturgeon and Harvest Moon are already magical girls)

[thebloodmoon-chaos-house]

*sighs* well, this prompt reminded me of one of our lady pairs here, so!

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Writing type: Drabble

Story: SAMS au— yet to be named magical girl au

Setting: a house somewhere in Utah (probably)

Characters: Sturgeon Moon, Harvest Moon, Vernal Equinox

Seriousness: not a lot

Canonicity: arguably canon

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The twins yawned as they walked down the stairs, the light of day barely peeking in through the covered windows.

She stretched a bit when they reached the bottom of the stairs before turning in the direction of the kitchen and speed walking there, not glancing at the fly infested closet to her left.

A wave of many different air freshener smells hit them when she entered the kitchen. Vernal was already set up in the table near the slightly opened window, scribbling whatever words and observations into one of the many notebooks he had.

Sturgeon greeted it quickly before heading for the pantry and grabbing the bread, opening the fridge next and grabbing the ham, bacon, sausage, pepperoni, fancy cheese, and jam. The twins made a sandwich for each of them three, nodding at seeing their beautiful creations.

They sat down next to their ally, handing over its own sandwich and giggling over the face he made before digging into theirs.

“At least there’s no whipped cream this time,” Vernal chuckled.

Harvest paused in their chewing, “I knew we were forgetting something”

Vernal sighed, rolling their eyes for good measure, “that wasn’t an invitation to repeat that recipe”

The twins shrugged, taking another bite off one of their sandwiches, “coward”

As they ate, they fidgeted with the various papers thrown over the table, crumpling the sheets, twisting them, and the like.

It took her one sandwich and a third to spot a familiar set of faces under the missing persons section of a newspaper.

Their own faces, from when they were four.

She took a bite out of their sandwich.

She put their sandwich down, “Question,” Harvest turned to Vernal, the newspaper in hand, “is it obvious we’re the same person?”

Vernal glanced at the paper then at them, shrugging a shoulder, “if you know what you’re looking for, yes”

She hummed, turning back to look at the pictures. They were so old, why would Father use them?

“You know if there’s any hair dye here?” Harvest asked as they finished their meal, brushing their hands off on themselves.

“Can’t you just magically change your hair color?”

Sturgeon huffed, crossing their arms, “just because we can doesn’t mean we want to”

“Fair enough,” Vernal conceded.

The twins got up from the table and circled around the kitchen for a bit, grumbling under their breath.

“I highly doubt your Father would recognize you”

The twins turned to their ally.

“Sure, I would since I know you, but he never really did, did he? Not to sound rude”

Sturgeon growled, Harvest hugged herself, “He might not have, but then why is he acting on finding us now?”

Vernal narrowed its eyes at them before picking up the newspaper and reading it through again, “I thought you ran away four years ago?”

She tilted her head, arms crossed now, “Yeah we did”

Vernal blinked at her, “The newspaper says you’ve been missing for ten”

The twins stared at him, quickly approaching it and looking at the paper. “… it isn’t Father”

“And she reaches a logical conclusion!” Vernal exclaimed, “what a turn of events!”

The twins pull Vernal’s beanie over its eyes, mildly annoyed smile in their face, “shut up”

Their ally chuckled and fixed their beanie, “am I not allowed to be surprised at your moments of logical reasoning?”

They blew a raspberry at him, hearing them laugh once more before leaving the fragrant kitchen and looking through the bathrooms for some hair dye.

You, 14 years old, wake up and head to the kitchen for breakfast before school. While you're eating you see the newspaper and glance at the missing kids section. It’s you. Date missing: 10 years ago.