#but yeah tuxedo cat activities

[pixlokita]

Why do they like sinks so much

tuxedo cats with big green eyes. such a classic cat. much beloved.

[thenon-fictiondays]

Hirano to Kagiura light novel translation 4-4

Chapter 4: Fall.

Part 4

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At long last, tomorrow is the day of the cultural festival.

He’d thought they’d definitely stay late after school to prepare on the eve of the festival, but by rule of the student council, everyone had gone home at the same time today.

It can be said that this policy, which makes no allowances for the classes that were unable to finish their preparations in the time allotted, is typical of a school that values autonomy.

Even the culture clubs’ practices are restricted, and extracurricular activities are also entirely forbidden.

Thanks to that, Kagiura has been on pins and needles. Even though he’d tried to study in his room to suppress his flighty nerves, he can’t make himself focus on English vocabulary at all. Numerical formulas are somehow even more impossible.

Such being the case, he has since been reading a basketball magazine he subscribes to.

“Hey, you like cookies?”

At the sound of Hirano’s voice, Kagiura’s head snaps up.

“Yeah, I like ‘em!”

“Cool. I’ve got some left over that we made in home ec today; you want one?”

As he passes over a cookie, he adds, “I forgot all about them.”

Kagiura would’ve thought it’d just be the round type, but it’s the type of cookie with two colors so you can break it into pieces cleanly. It’s amazing. It looks especially good. 

“Sure, I’ll take it!”

Male students’ homemade sweets are even more of a rarity than their homemade cooking.

Kagiura had made drop candy in his elementary school cooking class, which was his one and only experience in the subject.

“It’s all yours. There was one that Sasaki made, that he made look like a cat’s face, kind of like a tuxedo cat? It was super fancy. Should’ve taken a picture.”

“Did you make this one?”

“Yeah. We used the same dough, though.”

“I think yours is beautiful.”

“Huh? …Oh, haha, thanks. I kinda feel like you’re saying that to make me feel better, but I wasn’t trying to fish for compliments.”

“...Can I eat it now?”

It’ll be dinnertime soon.

“Ah…well, it’ll be our little secret. I’ll eat some, too.”

To Kagiura’s surprise, he puts a finger to his lips in the universal shh gesture.

Gguhh, Kagiura chokes on the cookie he’s already put in his mouth.

“What’s wrong?!”

From hanging out together for half a year, he should know that Hirano’s a soft person by nature, but he still can’t get over it.

“Th- the cookie got into my organs…”

“The fuck?!”

He likes him…maybe.

It shouldn’t leave the realm of maybe yet.

“Th- they were so tasty I kinda ate them too fast…”

Hirano bursts out laughing at his attempt to save face.

This guy laughs so much!

“Hahaha…Gotcha, I’m glad then, ahahaha.”

“Jeez, it’s not that funny!”

He covers his face with the open magazine, protesting that he’s already embarrassed enough, but Hirano’s still laughing as he apologizes.

“Damn. You know, if I ever get married, I hope I find someone who wears their heart on their sleeve like you do.”

At that moment, it’s as if time has stopped.

“.......?!”

Kagiura freezes, the basketball magazine falling from his hands.

“Oh, it’s dinnertime. Let’s go.”

Does he not realize what he just said?

No respect for the fact that he’s just taken Kagiura out in one hit.

Still in shock, Kagiura heads out for dinner slightly behind.

*****

On the long-awaited festival day, the skies are so clear it’s almost too hot.

Inside, the school is teeming with people.

As one would expect of the one day when even current students are allowed to wear casual clothes, there’s color everywhere you look.

Kagiura is wearing the original T-shirt his class had ordered.

The orange uniform, printed with the word “yakitori” and a drawing of meat skewers, stands out quite a bit for its simplicity.

Even as he’d listened to his classmates complain that they didn’t know what kind of casual clothes to wear at school, Kagiura had just figured “it’s hot, so a t-shirt is the only way to go”. But on the day of, he sort of understands how they feel.

The school where they spend all their time in uniforms is suddenly awash with all sorts of outfits. Just this fact is enough to make the vibe a little jittery, like they’re cutting loose.

Even Kagiura, who’s used to wearing casual clothes in the dorms, feels that way, so the students who commute from home probably feel even more out of place.

This time last year, Kagiura, whose choices of cram schools hadn’t been few, had not yet decided his future plans. As a result, he didn’t come to last year’s cultural festival, although it had been a perfect day to visit the school.

Everything he’s seeing is new to him, and although he’s been watching it all come together, each new wonder just deepens his excitement.

And of course, all of the food looks delicious.

Before noon, when he goes to visit Hirano’s class, cultural festival pamphlet in hand, Hirano soon appears, dressed in his favorite white T-shirt.

He lets Kagiura decide their itinerary, since “it’s my second year at this”.

They walk past someone holding up a sign that reads “Cheesy yakisoba in the courtyard!!”

He may be a rival in the Courtyard Stall battle, but Kagiura plans to go buy from them later.

The line for the yakitori stand is quite long; it’s grown from the time Kagiura was managing the stall in the morning.

After they get through the line and are handed a cup of yakitori, Kagiura takes them here and there, tugging at Hirano’s arm.

*****

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[pocketramblr]

another week, another sailor moon au episode:

Weeks passed, and En fell into his new routine.

Midnight would wake him earlier so he could train before class, and it almost worked at making sure he was only late about half the amount he used to be. It also almost worked in that Midnight was a cat, and so it wasn't like she could really show En how to fight.

Mostly he ran, watched free running videos and tried to emulate them, and practiced throwing his tiara at Midnight as she dodged.

He complained often. Midnight ignored it better than Nana did.

Every now and then, while they trained in the morning or after dinner, someone's cry for help would echo from his earrings. They'd find a monster there, sucking out people's energy and leaving them limp on the ground. Or, sometimes, the monster would claim to have stolen the humans' individualities instead and send them after En like a hoard of zombies.

Midnight gave him a pen once as well that let him transform and disguise himself, which was good because that attack had been at his university. The monster was hiding behind a pop-up store that sold textbooks for so cheap no student could resist the offer. More than one of En's classmates could have recognized him if it weren't for his paramedic disguise.

"You know, between the smokescreen of your shroud and my disguise pen, I'm really starting to feel like I'm supposed to mostly be running and hiding instead of fighting on the front line." He said one day, picking the tiara back up from the top of the parking lot where they'd picked to train.

"You do all three, what makes you think like that?" Midnight asked, tilting her head.

"I'm not sure I do." He admitted. "But Tuxedo Mask sure seems to think it's not enough..."

The man had appeared several other times, stepping in to protect En when needed in a fight. Sometimes his compliments made En wish his gakuran had a higher collar to hide his warm face in, like his red coat did. And sometimes his comments made En want to Moon Tiara Action at him.

"Oooh, and you want to impress him, do you?" Midnight cooed. En glared at her, and she just laughed. "I can see why you would, but remember... he talks a lot for someone who's never fought a monster directly."

It was true, and he also never seemed to rescue other people while En fought. But still, the Moon Scout didn't think it was all talk. Not with how sharp those roses seemed to be.

"Do you think he's all hot air?" He asked.

"Only a little. But you seem to forget air and breathing at all when you see him~"

En threw the tiara at her again. She jumped out of the way, flipping as she did. "Oh, nice one! But I'm just teasing, En."

"Where does he even come from?" He asked. "How does he know about every fight?

Midnight turned a little slower. "I'm not sure. He must have some way of sensing yours or the monsters' energy, but it's like I can't sense his at all."

"So he's not one of the other Scouts we're looking for." En stared at the tiara on the cement. "Do you know what they will be like?"

"I know they're tied to the planets, and that Stellaris found the Venus Scout. I know the scouts are supposed to be looking for the lost royalty of the moon, and I know how to activate the scouts' powers when we find them... But not what they look like. My memories are fuzzy, I told you."

She had. Midnight said whoever had sent her from the kingdom on the moon had messed with her memories, and while she had seen other scouts before that, she wasn't sure exactly how many there were. Maybe four, maybe nine. Maybe more.

Definitely more than two, though.

"And where is the Venus Scout?" He asked, picking up the tiara again. "Why aren't they helping us look, or fight monsters, or anything?"

"They are. There was a monster in Otheon last week they took down."

"In Europe?"

"The scouts could be anywhere, and so could the monsters, it's better to divide and conquer." Midnight couldn't exactly shrug, but he got the gist.

"Yeah..." he didn't throw the tiara, instead sliding it back onto his head and pulling his hair back over it. "Speaking of, I think I know where one might be."

"Oh?" All hint of Midnight's teasing sass vanished as she looked at him now, waiting.

"Mhm. The game center in town has gotten a bunch of new games based on the Deku Scout, and people are apparently obsessed with them. I heard some classmates complaining about how crowded it was and how long to wait for it."

At mention of the game, some of the tension in Midnight's legs and tail fell. "Why do you think that's a monster?"

En stared at her.

"It's like this every time. The monster shows up with something new to draw people in, like the student bookstore, or that crystal cram school, or the free pets from the store, or the jewelry sale, or that flashy fortune telling place, or that fancy radio station-" he waved his hand. "A ton of people get drawn in, the monster feeds off them and then shows itself. So, let's find the monster before it can attack anyone else."

Midnight hummed, tail flicking. "Well, it's good to see you taking initiative."

"Hey."

"You don't get out of bed unless I jump on your face, En. Don't 'hey' me. But I suppose we should investigate it or keep an ear out for anything else with that pattern."

"Cool, we can go to the game center tonight to scope it out." He decided. "which means I should try to grab a nap first. C'mon, let's go home."

But it seemed fate- and his sister- had other plans.

"Enkun, Toshinori-kun and I are going to the game center today since the dojo is closed, you should come with us! I’m buying lunch on the way.”

“Uh,” He glanced down at Midnight, who nodded. “Sure. I was thinking about going over there anyway. When are you leaving?”

“In about fifteen minutes, I’m hungry.”

En changed quickly- training made him hungry too- and snuck Midnight into a bag so Nana didn’t question taking the pet cat with them.

He’d heard a bit about Yagi Toshinori, a high schooler who worked as an assistant at the dojo Nana taught at. Apparently she was impressed with the boy’s spirit and strength, and she’d taken him under her wing a bit the last couple of years.

He had not been expecting a familiar looking kid, taller than him and nearly as broad as Sorahiko, with bright yellow hair and an even brighter voice when he saw them. “Shishou!”

“Toshinori-kun.” Nana smiled, while En blinked. ‘Master’, really? He elbowed his sister, who shrugged. “That’s all him, not my idea.”

“Is this your brother, then?” Yagi asked as he drew closer like an eager golden retriever.

“Yep, En, this is Yagi Toshinori, Toshi-kun, this is En.”

“I recognize you, we’re in the same math class with Kazoe-sensei.” Yagi said, then at the blank look on En’s face, continued. “But you usually come in late and sit in the back, so we haven’t officially met. Nice to meet you, Hirochika-san, please take care of me.”

En felt a little like he should be saying that with the side look Nana was giving him now, but unfortunately Yagi looked too sincere to have meant anything by saying that.

“Nice to meet you. But I thought you said he was in high school.” En said, looking to his older sister.

“Oh, I am.” Yagi rubbed the back of his neck. “I take a couple of college classes too though- when I graduate in March I’ll have a year of credit done already.”

“Nice.” En said. “So you’re studying even more than other high school seniors. And working at the dojo?”

“Yep!” Yagi was happy enough to explain that’s why he suggested the fun afternoon today when they couldn’t work, as he’d heard good things about the Deku Scout arcade game but hadn’t had any time to go. En slowly edged back to be behind him and Nana, following them to the restaurants opposite the game center.

En felt a nudge to his side, and looked to see Midnight peaking out of the bag.

“What is it?” He asked.

Midnight looked at Yagi. “Have you met him before?”

“No. Why, what’s up?”

“I don’t trust him. Something about his energy, it’s wrong. Not standard human, more like yours or a monster.”

“A monster?” He paused, looking at the kid beaming up at his sister as she messed up his hair. En remembered when she’d do that to him, and how he’d get annoyed and push her away. Yagi didn’t push her away, just laughed harder. Ok, weird, and definitely an only child. But a monster?

“Nana’s known him a long time, though. I don’t think she’d put up with him if he were acting monstrous.” En looked back at Midnight. “What does his energy feel like?”

“Wrong, like it shouldn’t be on this planet.” Midnight sounded sure of it.

“Well, I guess we were keeping an eye out anyway… let’s just see.”

Nana told him to hurry up, opening a door to a restaurant, and En quickly shifted the bag to hide the cat and walked inside without another word.

The game center was not as crowded as En had expected, honestly, though there was a line around the Deku Scout game.

He followed Nana and Toshi, watching the girl at the game control a little doll with a cute green uniform and bunny mask as it hopped around a level, avoiding bad guys or hitting them on the head. She took the Deku Scout up to a hidden block, which unlocked… a gun.

With that, she began to mow down bad guys with ease. It honestly looked a little silly on the screen, but there were level puzzles and fun enemy designs so En got it’s popularity, if not it’s subject matter.

“You guys can wait to play this one if you want, I’m going to the dancing games.” Nana waved, and then En left with an excuse about going to the bathroom in order to scope out the whole place.

No one seemed particularly tired around the Deku Scout game, but sometimes it would take hours or days for the effects- and the monsters- to reveal themselves.

He kept looking around.

The only one who seemed off was a game center manager, who was staring at the door and frowning.

“Um, hey,” En asked, not sure how to ask if the guy was a monster trying to feed on the energy of more customers. “Is everything alright, sir?”

The man looked him over, and shrugged. “Just that entertainment center that opened across the block. It’s been stealing my customers with every flashy thing. Heard some kids say they got a roller coaster inside, which can’t be right.” He sighed. “Only thing I’ve got they don’t is the new Deku Scout games. I’d have prepared more if I knew competition was opening, but they just popped up out of nowhere. Not right, but everyone I ask says they’re legitimate…”

“There’s another entertainment center?” En asked.

“Ha, you didn’t see the line outside? The big flashy new signs?”

“I have a one-track mind?” En tried to justify, but the man was already shaking his head with a smile and turning away to take a kid’s tickets.

It was really empty, for an afternoon like today…

“You think we should check out this other one?” He opened the bag again.

“Sounds like a monster, like what you were saying.” Midnight agreed, and En closed the bag, turning to the exit- he should be able to be back before Yagi and Nana noticed. As he left, he saw the manager watching him with a pinched look.

“Of course you’re going over there too now.” He grumbled, and En walked faster.

He tried to look nonchalant as he entered, and- oh yeah wow, it was crowded in here.

Flashing lights threatened to give him an immediate headache, games roared all around as people rushed between them, and there was actually a coaster ride, and a water fountain, and two full restaurants, and-

“Welcome to EletriCity!” an employee said, wearing a bright vest. “Would you like a token bracelet for our opening week? Free games all night long, and half off at the restaurant!”

En wanted to know where monsters got all the money from to throw down the drain in ploys like this, and how he could get a part of it.

He shook his head.

“Sorry, I’m waiting for a couple of friends. We’ll grab some when they get here though!”

“Oh, awesome! Well, you can just take these and give them to your friends when they get here.” they dropped three in his hand. “Let me know if you need more, and invite as many friends as you want!”

Then they left as another customer entered, chatting and smiling and lopping a token bracelet around their wrist in seconds.

En quickly moved away, holding the bracelets down to the bag.

“Monster?” He asked.

Midnight stuck out her head, and sniffed.

“Monster, energy draining. Throw those away.”

He nodded, moving to a fake, glowing tree and dumping the bracelets in its pot.

“We’ll definitely be back here tonight then. I guess I should do a loop, check for entrances… or exits.”

“See if you could spot the monster, or any hint of what they’re like too.” Midnight advised.

He did, wandering the isles to see where windows and doors were, restrooms, places to hide or to watch for an ambush from. It was difficult to focus or see clearly with the lights, but he felt confident. They were ahead of the monsters for the first time, he was figuring this Moon Scout thing out.

And then a girl passed out on a dance game.

He turned to see her shoved off for the next person to take her spot.

“Hey!” En was hardly audible above the noise. He moved towards them, but an employee got to her first.

“Poor thing must have had too much fun!” they said, lifting her up. “Don’t worry, we’ll bring her to the powder room until she wakes or her party can collect her.”

Then they rushed her away.

En stared, and looked around.

Did anyone else really not…

“Guess we weren’t that much ahead of the monsters.” He told Midnight, lifting her out of the bag.

No one noticed.

He hid the bag behind an arcade game, and then transformed.

“Moon Prism Power, One for All!”

No one noticed until he lifted his disguise pen, and then jammed it into the screen of a game four kids were around.

“Everyone out!” He shouted. “It’s a monster attack!”

The kids stared at him.

“Wait, where?”

“Really? I saw those on the TV, where is this one?”

“Can we watch it here?”

“Wait, are you the Moon Scout?”

“Deku Scout is cooler.”

“Will we get to see Deku Scout fight the monster?”

En stared at the kids.

The kids stared back at him.

En looked over to Midnight, who was focused on everyone else, eyes narrowed for sign of a monster. Wouldn’t take long, now, and he needed to get as many people away from the fight as he could.

So, he nodded. “Yep! You guys can watch the fight on the TVs from the other game center, and they’ve got the Deku Scout game over there to play while you watch.” He lied. “Go on, go!”

They ran to left, and a few others did, though a couple turned back to their own games.

At the end of the row, another player fell to the ground by a crane game, though remained upright enough to slump by the game, not fully passed out.

An employee turned the corner to pick them up, then stopped at the sight of En.

“Moon Scout!” He shouted, and suddenly the lights all shut off.

“Damn, I didn’t even get to use Midnight Shroud.” He muttered.

“Moon Scout, duck!” Midnight yelled, and he did, feeling something whiz over his head and crash into a game a moment later.

The lights came back up, and the employee was no longer a technicolor vest wearing fashion victim. The vest turned into armor, the energy draining bracelets into scales along their arms and down their back into a metallic tail.

Their eyes glowed.

Finally, other people started to run, screaming.

The lights fell, and En rolled out of the way, then climbed over a game into the next row with less grace than a shaken chicken.

More crashing sounds, before the lights returned.

“Running and hiding already, little Moon Scout?”

“I really prefer the monsters that just say their name over and over again.” En muttered to Midnight as she slipped between games, looking him over. “They feel less personal.”

“You complained that radio station monster only said “Fear-Me-Mix” and made the fight boring.” Midnight stepped around him as he stood and grabbed a water bottle sitting forgotten on a racing game.

“And you shouldn’t take my complaints seriously. Hey monster!” He threw the bottle at it over the games, then threw himself forward and low to avoid the hits as the lights fell again and something smashed the racing game.

Midnight hummed something and En ignored her, focusing on the fight.

The lights came back up, and he shouted, “Midnight Shroud!” before running towards the fake tree to grab the bracelets.

He nailed the monster in the head with one bracelet before the darkness of the shroud began to dissipate, not helped by the open center doors.

Which someone was running into, not out, the wrong way.

“En? Are you in here?”

Nana’s voice.

The second bracelet he threw missed his target.

“Is everyone ok? Hirochika-san?”

Yagi’s.

En threw himself back into the aisles of games to avoid both their eyes and the monster’s tail.

He ignored the jeers of ‘coward’ and ‘fool’ and demands to give his energy up to the League of Darkness.

“What is that thing?” Nana asked.

“I’ll distract it, you look for your brother and get these people out of here!”

What?

“What- Toshinori-kun, no!”

En dragged two fallen people out of the way to where a game could give them a bit of cover, and turned down the next aisle, running back up to the monster.

Before he could toss the last draining bracelet at it, Yagi appeared behind it, swinging a metal plate taken from the side of an arcade game.

What the hell was he doing?

“What the hell are you doing?” En couldn’t keep from asking, and the monster turned to him just as Yagi swung the metal at its shoulders.

It stumbled a little, and the metal bent plate bent from the force of it, which didn’t stop Yagi from swinging it again.

The monster grabbing him by the throat did, though.

It held him up as he kicked in futile effort.

“Oh, aren’t you full of such energy, and so strong too! You’ll be an excellent source of power for our great leader.” With that, the power bracelets along the monster’s arms began to glow. Yagi squirmed more, prying at the monster’s hands but only managing to move one finger.

A mark lit up on Yagi’s forehead, like a number 4.

Midnight gasped.

The light from the brackets faded, and so did the mark.

“What? Why can’t I take your energy? What are you doing?” the monster dropped Yagi, and raised a clawed arm.

En threw the third bracelet.

“Hey, monsters fight me, not random kids. Picking on them in a place like this, where they’re supposed to have fun? Just makes you worse.”

The monster tilted its head at him. “Aren’t you even younger than him?”

“No.” En said like he wasn’t embarrassed to still be mistaken for a high schooler. “I am not. But I am going to punish you, in the name of the moon. Moon Tia-“

The monster lashed its tail at him, and while En had practiced aiming and throwing at a target that moved, he hadn’t practiced while he himself was the one moving and dodging. He got out of the way without more than a bruised leg, but without managing the attack either.

Midnight ran past, something golden in her mouth. It looked a little like his disguise pen. He’d stopped asking her where she got these things from, or kept them on her bare body.

“Is that another weapon for me you won’t say where you got?” he asked, panting.

He needed to end this soon. But Yagi was closer to the monster than any other civilian had been when he’d dared to throw his tiara any other time. And where was Nana?

Midnight ignored him, and dropped the pen near Yagi’s face.

“Quick! Take this and say ‘Jupiter Power, One For All!’”

Wait, what?

“Wait, what?”

“Jupiter Power, One For All!”

In a flash of light, Yagi was in a different outfit. It looked like a school uniform too, with a white shirt with a yellow and red sailor bandana collar, and blue pants tucked into red and yellow boots. On his head, a tiara like En’s, except something sticking straight up between his long bangs, like an alien antenna.

“Woah!” Yagi said, jaw dropped and eyes wide, much like En’s must be.

“Another Scout?” the monster laughed. “Earth can only send children to protect it, ha.”

With that, it swiped with its tail and knocked Yagi and Midnight aside.

“No!” En threw himself forward as the monster turned towards him, claws raised.

A rose landed between them.

“Hardly the best place for a fight, is it, Moon Scout?” Tuxedo Mask asked, standing by a window.

“Well, I didn’t get to pick it.” En said.

“True, but that means all the more reason to pay attention. Is that a second Planetary Scout?”

Yagi stepped back from the arcade games, holding Midnight in his arms.

“I think he’s the third one, technically.” En shrugged. “But yeah, what happened to you, Yagi-kun?”

“How do you know my name?” he asked, setting Midnight down carefully.

Oh, right.

“Oh, right. Talking magic cat. Anyway… Jupiter Scout?”

“Yep!”

“Enough yammering! A third scout you say, Moon Brat? Then there will soon be four dead fools.” The monster roared, but Yagi started yelling louder.

“Jupiter Thunder Clash!”

Gold lightning flickered around him and up to his tiara, then shot from the antenna in a fury, crashing directly into the monster’s chest.

It toppled onto a dance game, smoking slightly.

En didn’t let it get back up.

“Moon Tiara Action!”

The monster shuddered at the burst of light, and fell to nothingness.

So did the arcade around them, games and lights vanishing as the entertainment center reverted to a blank grey space. Cement floors, whitewashed walls. The people slumped on the floor began to blink, stirring, though some seemed in better shape than others.

In the now empty rental space, everything echoed.

“Not bad, remember to use that tiara sooner, Moon Scout.” Tuxedo Mask nodded. “And Jupiter Scout, that lightning could be just as dangerous to allies as it is enemies.”

“Who are you?” Yagi asked, looking between Tuxedo Mask and En. “Who is he?”

“Tuxedo Mask.” En shrugged, then lifted a hand to the other man, who nodded.

“My work here is done.”

“But you didn’t do anything.” Yagi said, even more confused.

Tuxedo Mask turned and left.

En elbowed Yagi.

“What?”

“Don’t say that, ‘you didn’t do anything’.”

“But he didn’t!”

“Yeah, but we don’t say it.”

“So he really just, shows up, does that, leaves?”

En nodded. “Usually with commentary, yeah.”

Yagi’s brows furrowed. “So, is his work to… push us, in some way? Critique, advice?”

En hoped not.

“I hope not, no. Why?”

Yagi actually took a step back.

“What do you mean, why- is it, like- would it be better if he wasn’t doing anything, than if that was on purpose?”

“Yes.” En said, and then caught sight of Nana, walking someone who leaned on her shoulder closer to them. “Ah, shit. Ya- Jupiter Scout, your six.”

“My- oh,” Yagi turned, and jumped at seeing Nana.

“Moon Scout!” Nana said as she caught their eyes, “and, um, who are you?”

Yagi stared at her.

“He’s Jupiter Scout.” En said quickly. Was she unable to recognize them? That was great, why hadn’t Midnight told him that was a feature?

Well, she didn’t know everything, blamed memory holes sometimes. Bitten En when he’d looked up signs of alzheimer's in cats.

“Great, have you seen my brother? My student? We heard my brother had come here when people started screaming about the monster attack, and my student ran at the thing and I don’t see either of them at all.” Her eyes darted around to the people still on the ground.

“Um,” Yagi said, eloquently.

“They’re fine.” En said quickly. “But I know the monster was keeping some people in what they called a ‘powder room’, and the basic facilities of this place, restrooms, seem to still be set up over there, you can look if you’d like. We’re going to get everyone else out of here, we’ll call you over if we see either of them.”

With that, he grabbed Yagi and tugged him away.

“Um, shouldn’t we be helping them over-“ He started to point to a couple helping each other to stand, shakily.

“No, we need to leave out this way so no one sees you transform back, and you can go reassure her that her student did not die stupidly charging a literal monster with a bit of scrap metal.”

“Ah.”

Yagi let himself be tugged to the side exit without further complaint, though he did ask more questions.

“How do I transform back?”

“I’ll show you.” En said, then realized what that meant. Well, if the kid was a Planetary Scout he was probably trustworthy anyway. Could keep a secret.

That didn’t stop him from being so surprised at seeing En after the change that he honestly felt a little offended, though.

“Woah, I never would have guessed.”

En blinked.

“I mean, Shishou complains about how you never train with her, she was worried you’d be crushed in that monster attack, but turns out you’ve just been keeping your skill secret! But why?”

“What, are you going to shout to the world that you’re Jupiter Scout now?” En asked.

“No…”

“Yep.”

“But not telling your family?”

“She’d be more worried, not less, and it wouldn’t matter anyway because I’d still have a job to do fighting these monsters and watching Tuxedo Mask spin around with his cape.” En shrugged.

“How thoughtful of you.” Nana said, and her voice froze En’s spine.

Yagi stiffened too, eyes wide.

Slowly, the both looked to the side, where Nana was standing, En’s bag over one shoulder and arms crossed.

“How long have you been standing there?” En asked.

“Long enough.” Nana strode closer. “Hirochika Engetsu, what were you-“

“Don’t full name me, you aren’t our mother,” En held up his arm, “And-“

“I’m not your mother when it comes to being late to class or what you eat, but you could have died-“

“And that doesn’t change that, plus, look me in the eye and say you’d do differently in my place.”

“I would-“

“Liar, I saw the police had to hold you back from the jewelry store,”

“I would have done more even if I couldn’t have told you, En, and I’m older anyway-“

“Like that matters when I’m an adult now-“

“You can’t even drink-“

“Um, Shishou?” Yagi broke in, hesitantly. “In my defense, I didn’t know I could turn into a magical lightning rod, so I wasn’t keeping that secret from you on purpose?”

Nana whirled on him in a moment. “You didn’t know you had that power, so when you charged in you could have died-“ But her hand was shaking now, her voice not as harsh.

“It’s ok. We’re all alright now.” Yagi slowly took her hand in his. “See? We’re all here.”

Tears began to leak from her eyes, and she tugged her hand away to wipe at them. “You both could have died, that day Shimura-kun could have died, and-“

“Oh, does she know now?” Midnight asked, stepping between the humans and looking up at them.

Nana stopped, then looked down.

“Holy shit, our cat Midnight talks.” She said, voice still shaken but tears gone.

En whacked her shoulder. “Watch your fucking language in front of the kid.” He gestured to Yagi. “I thought you were all ‘the responsible adult’ or whatever.”

Nana started to laugh, and soon enough, they all were.

Wiping happier tears from her face, Nana took a breath. “Speaking of responsible adults, though. Toshinori-kun… Your uncle needs to know. I mean, I can’t take you to another dojo for a tournament without his permission, let alone you fighting magical monsters.”

Several very different kinds of panic flashed across the kid’s face, before it settled on general fear, and he nodded slowly. “I know, yeah, I will- just let me tell him, Shishou, not you, it needs to come from me.”

Nana nodded. “Alright, thank you Toshinori-kun.”

“Well, Midnight, that arcade monster is gone, and at least twelve hours before I expected to get to it.” En said, taking his bag and stepping away from the group. “So I think that means you can’t say I don’t take initiative.”

Midnight was not impressed.

“You were wrong about the Deku Scout game and lucked into another arcade monster.”

“And you were wrong about Yagi-kun being an evil monster too, so at least my guess was closer.”

“Um, what?” Yagi asked, as Nana did the same.

“Don’t worry about it, let’s go home before we have to give a statement to the cops or something about getting knocked out and totally not being magical space people.”

“Well at least I wouldn’t have to lie.” Nana sighed, but nodded and tugged on Yagi’s shoulder. “Let’s get going.”

En let them take the lead and trailed behind them with Midnight.

Yeah, not a bad day, all things considered.

On the way home, the train station was having a special sale on train bentos, each sold with a Deku Scout sticker. En squinted at the sign.

“You don’t think that’s a monster plot too, do you?” Yagi asked.

“That depends. Midnight, do you smell anything?”

“Just get four of them, let’s go.”

“Ok, only a thirty percent chance of monster involvement. Let’s get four.”

[jeannereames]

Hi Dr. Reames, boy do I have a wacky question for you! What cat breeds would you categorize Alexander, Hephaistion, and other related historical figures as, according to their personalities, if they were born as cats (LOL) E.g. I think Hephaistion would be a tabby cat.

Okay, yeah, that’s a new one! LOL.

Ancient History...but Make Them Cats! (It's the internet)

Fortunately, I am also a cat person with some knowledge of cat breeds. (Not sure if you happened to know that, hence the question?)

Anyway, first, there’s a difference between “breeds” and “colors.” Tabby is a color marking, not a breed. That said, there are some personality characteristics associated with at least some color markings…with the usual disclaimer that especially large representations of colors can yield a number of exceptions to rules.

So, with that said….

I would pin a TUXEDO on Alexander. Tuxedos (which is not the most common coloring, although there have been some pretty famous ones) are notorious for three things: their above-average intelligence, their curiosity and mischievousness (as part of that intelligence), and their utter fearlessness. They also, btw, tend to have sweeter-than-average temperaments and are highly social. They may pick a special Person, but usually love-up most people. That said, they can be aggressive to other cats, in part because they are fearless, and they want to play, so they can overwhelm shyer cats.

I considered an Abyssinian, as these are active, intelligent cats (and jumpers…oh, do they love to get to the top of anything, as bad as any Siamese), but they can be rather shy at times, and often wind up picking just a few people they want to (consistently) interact with. They also have tiny voices (ime), and that just isn’t Alexander. Ha.

I could see a Meeser for him (Siamese) with the infamous Siamese Yowl, or possibly a Bengal, but overall, I think a Tuxedo is best.

For Hephaistion…he’s a tortoiseshell. Yeah, yeah, I know 99% of them are females as it’s a gender-tied color trait (and the few males are sterile as they’re XXY), but Hephaistion is SO a tortoiseshell. TORTITUDE to the max. Calicos and especially tortoiseshells have very distinct personalities, IME. In fact, when talking to anybody who’s never had a cat before, I actively dissuade them from taking home a calico/tortoiseshell, pretty though they are. They’re one- or two-person cats, they have Big Ol’ Moods, and they’re just…they have attitude. Although that said, people who like them often really like them, and seek them out precisely for the tortitude.

Olympias is a tortie or calico, too, btw. The reason Hephaistion and Olympias strike sparks is that they have a lot in common, which was part of the fun in the little short story “Two Scorpions” I put up on the website.

Kleopatra is a compact little Burmese. They share a lot of personality traits with a Siamese, including sharp intelligence, and are one of the best breeds to teach tricks! But they are less LOUD, and calmer (ime). They will talk to you about their day, but have a much softer voice, and while they have a personable nature, they know how to get their way without making a drama out of it. (People who like a lot of Siamese traits but not that iconic yowl should look into Burmese, although they’re not so long and svelt.)

I’m going to tag ol’ Philip as a Turkish Van. Considered a Maine Coon, but they’re not smart enough. (I love them, but they’re not the smartest of cats.) The Van has things in common with the Turkish Angora, but is not all-or-mostly white. They have distinctive orange “ticks” on their forehead over the eyes and sometimes what looks like a toupee on the head, and an orange tail. Their coat is SO, SO soft, like a rabbit. These cats are SUPER active, intelligent, and into things. They’re also mischievous, the personality not unlike a tuxedo, but they aren’t as utterly fearless, more quirky, and rarely like to be picked up nor will they sit on laps. They will follow their Person around everywhere, but prefer to perch next to them…or above them…to survey their domain. These guys are excellent hunters/mousers, btw. They feel a bit less domesticated than some breeds, but never underestimate them. They’ll steal the shrimp right out of your skillet when you’re not looking and make off with it. Ha.

That’s all I’ll do, or I’d be here all day. Ha. I tried to think of a cat for Ptolemy, but nothing especially leapt to mind. Maybe an ol’ black kitty. They’re laid-back, easy-going, but can be quite smart. They’re generally excellent at rolling with punches and will land on their feet (pun intended).

(Because black cats are one of THE most common cat colors, their personalities really can vary, but most of the black cats I’ve known are awesome cats. I hate the bad rep they have in folklore. If you want an all-around great cat from the shelter, take home the black one. They’re like Meesers, which have an unfair snooty reputation. Siamese are clown-cats—smart and loud, active and a bit goofy at times. They just want to be around you 24/7 and have you pet them till your arm falls off.)

[petrichorium]

Fantasia and lion king for shanks?❤️❤️

once again i dont rlly wanna do the music question so i picked my own

jungle book - any traits you’ve adopted from each other (speech patterns, fashion sense, etc.)?

he encourages my bad language 😔 ACTIVELY TOO genuinely gets ahem worked up when i cuss a lot. i keep telling him it's got nothing to do w him but it absolutely does

lion king - do you and your f/o have any pets?

yeah i brought a cat onto his ship IT WAS AN ACCIDENT but the whole crew would mutiny if he kicked it off now so it's stuck w us. its this scrawny little tuxedo kitten named sharkbait (no i did not pick the name yes i was furious about it) that has made our cabin its home and shanks very much would never admit it but he adores it i catch him napping with it all the time it loves to cuddle into the crook of his arm.

send a disney themed selfship ask!

[emeraldhazeart]

For the Harvest Moon ask game 💕, 🐟, and 🐾!

Thank you for the asks ♥️

💕 - Favorite bachelor/ette in the series?

I'm sure it's no surprise to anyone at this point that Celia is my favourite bachelorette

I identify with this girl so much, and I'm excited to see what they do with her in the remake!

🐟 - Fishing or mining?

I generally prefer mining, especially in the games that pause time when you're in the mines.

If fishing was a little more active, like in Animal Crossing - where you've got to find the shadow, then make sure it can see your lure, then watch it and set the hook at the right time - I think I'd enjoy fishing a bit more in the games.

🐾 - Favorite pet in the series?

Already answered, so have my second favourite:

The little tuxedo cat in HM:ToTT looks so much like my beloved late cat that I can't not adopt him as soon as I possibly can in game!

(For the record, I know most of the games count the horse as a 'pet': I don't. If I did, then yeah, the horse would probably be my number one 😅)

Thank you for the asks 🤗

[lucysarah-c]

I just want to say that my house has never been the stereotyped "oww but she's the youngest sibling" and get away with everything. Almost it was the other way around BUT

MY FUCKING CATS? My mother (who we say they are her granddaughters) she's defending Taylor, my white younger cat, ALL THE TIME and she called her "chiqui" which is a cute way to say "the little one" in Spanish. Like, yeah Taylor suffers form hyperactivity and she's really active all the time and wants to play 24/7 and my other cat, Blair the tuxedo one, is a sofa potato. But I've literally, LITERALLY, seen Taylor fighting Blair to death even when she's way smaller in size and Blair screaming for help. I break the fight and I make sure that Blair is the one comforted. My mom??? My mom "Aww MY poor chiqui, what did she do to make you defend yourself?" "Mom, she wasn't defending herself. She was about to commit murder..." "My chiqui is too tiny and baby to do that, Blair is older and bigger she should have stopped the fight as the older sibling," Taylor watch my mom pick her up and give her treats like

"YEAH BITCH, I'M THE VICTIM"

[eldritch-ace]

Thank you @nebulousfishgills and @ace-whovian-neuroscientist <3

1) Are you named after anyone?

No, at least not that I know of, besides for my middle name which belonged to my aunt.

2) When was the last time you cried?

Uhhh… Friday. Crying is healthy!

3) Do you have kids?

No, and I don’t want to have my own. That being said I love kids and I wouldn’t be opposed to coparenting.

4) Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yeah, but I kinda suck at it.

5) What sports do you play/ have played?

I actually love doing sports and physical activities! I did dance, gymnastics, skateboarding, and basket ball as a kid. Now, I mostly run, lift weights, and go on hikes. I love pretty much any sport I can play non competitively, and I really want to get back into skateboarding and basketball.

6) What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

I think this one has been hard for everyone. I definitely notice when people have cool outfits. Obviously, I also pretty quickly notice how they treat me/ other people. I’m interested in what other people will say about this one, I’m sure there are studies on it.

7) What’s your eye color?

Blue, though I might have hazel/green/brown central heterochromia? So that’s cool!

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Ooo, there are two wolfs inside of me one loves horror and one loves children shows/movies with happy endings. Rn I’d say leaning towards horror.

9) Any special talents?

I don’t think there’s anything super special? I’m learning like 5 languages so maybe that? But it’s also one of my hobbies.

10) Where were you born?

Conservative midwest. Ew.

11) What are your hobbies?

Like I said, languages is a big one for me. Drawing and writing too, I mean that’s what I’m here for. I also like gaming, baking/cooking, reading, and more recently embroidery and similar crafts. I really want to get more into cosplay and photography!

12) Do you have any pets?

A big silly mut whom I love and a grumpy old tuxedo cat who only I understand (he’s my son)

13) How tall are you?

5’1” (155 cm for everyone else) makes me dysphoric sometimes but I’m starting to love it more.

14) Favorite subject in school?

I’m such a nerd, I love a lot of subjects. I think anything can interesting if it’s taught by the right person. History, science, and art/drama were the big ones for me (no hate to english/ writing though).

15) Dream job?

Ooo so many. I have dream jobs. I would love to do movie/tv acting if the industry wasn’t how it is. Pet sitting is always fun. I’d love to do character designs for cartoons and comics. I think psych research would also be super cool. So many awesome things!

No pressure tags for awesome blogs:

@tar-antula-juice, @killjoygem, @picnokinesis (another awesome ace whovian), @yvestal04, @finalgirlorgana, and any others who want to join in :)

15 questions / 15 mutuals

thanks for the tag @joeschains <3

1. are you named after anyone? -technically no, BUT my mom was ~inspired~ by the drummer of a band. (not saying which one because that would reveal my government name lol)

2. when was the last time you cried? -maybe a couple weeks ago. my medication makes me not be able to cry much. I just feel extra shitty with no way to get it out. :'''')

3. do you have kids? -ABSOLUTELY NOT and don't plan to thanks

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? -never..

5. what sports do you play/have you played? -I played soccer until middle school

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people? -bro idk...maybe their height?

7. what’s your eye colour? -brown

8. scary movies or happy endings? -depends on what mood I'm in

9. any special talents? -I sing and play guitar (play guitar badly), I also can tattoo

10. where were you born? -new hampshire, gross

11. what are your hobbies? -playing and writing music, tattooing, hiking/fitness, baking

12. do you have any pets? -two cats that are my babies :)

13. how tall are you? -5’3ish

14. favorite subject in school? -history, music, and drama

15. dream job? -god please let me make a living off my music please please please and also dabble in film acting

no pressure tags <3 @moonlitdark @ceriseheaven @the-valkyrie-writes @bowersbubbles @ruby-dragon @sweet-villain @moonchildquinn @josephfakingquinn @quinnsmunson @jaimejamieb @nebulousfishgills

[smittenskitten]

Ok I think I am mostly caught up with whatever was in the tag, still catching up. So far what I got from Day 1 -

They acted out some of the scenes from the show

They did the pier kiss 💏

Kinn gave Porsche a bar in the beach 🥺🥺 Kinn sung songs to Porsche while playing his guitar; activating all the singer!bartender!au

Bible in a crop top 💯

Tankhun in a flying carpet? He looked fabulous.

Sailor Perth with other Sailor bodyguards and Tuxedo Tong ✨

KinnPorsche national anthem with Slot Machine

When they said everyone, they really brought everyone in the concert. I wasn't expecting to see the parents but there they are.

Korn singing (!) with his son and son-in-law. Uff Ex Pia did some magic Mike dance number with his on screen kids, so yeah good luck 🥵🥵

And Annita (Porsche's Mom)! Like ma'am! Wow! Did I think she would dance to Doja Cat? No, but she did and looked amazing 🥵🥵🥵🥵

But what I want to know is where is Porsche's other mom? Where is Yok? [Edit: P'Sprite had covid so she couldn't attend. Hope she gets to appear in the next concert]

Mile finally got to see Apo as Zhan Zao 🤣🤣🤣🤣 So kids learn from P'Mile, if you insist enough times dreams do come true.

Time (JJ) and Tem (Pong) made out on stage

Build and Nodt did something I am frankly not able to recover from

The entire audience singing Why Don't You Stay making the cast emotional

Lots of crying of course 😭😭😭😭

EDIT:

THERE IS GOING TO BE A PERIOD MOVIE WITH MILEAPO AND I AM SO ON BOARD WITH THIS! [The official teaser is now up in Be on Cloud's YouTube channel]

NOTES:

Day 2 and onward live stream/reruns were "censored" version cause oh no! It's a gay musical! The leads kissing in front of live audience! The supporting characters also kissing in front of live audience! Think of the chikens 🙄🙄

Wish we had Day 1 for live stream and reruns but I will take what I can get. All the love for the fancam clips from audience. Without those clips we wouldn't get to experience a lot of the things that happened on stage.

[ewritesfanfics]

Day 7: Marriage

@krexieweek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36952927

“Don’t be so nervous.”

“You say that like you weren’t a complete wreck.”

“Oh hush.”

Standing here, in his makeshift dressing room in front of a mirror, Douxie is surprised he isn’t sweating bullets at this point. He knows why – magic can work wonders after all – but still. His chest feels tight, and his stomach seems to twist itself in knots, nerves fluttering like butterflies.

“I-I just …”

“It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. I know. But you don’t need to worry about a thing. All that should be on your mind is the fact that you’re finally here and that you’re about to marry the love of your life. Everything else has been taken care of and you look great.”

Jim says this last thing as he tugs on Douxie’s sleeve to straighten out the cuff. Douxie is wearing the most expensive clothing he’s ever had in all his 900 years, a sharp, black tuxedo with a black undershirt, the only color being the accents, pops of vivid electric blue on the dark black. His hair has been brushed and styled, and he’s still marveling at it, unsure of just how Claire pulled it off – it’s long and loose, but somehow looks effortlessly perfect.

He can still imagine messing it all up before he goes out – he has been known to be clumsy.

“And nothing bad will happen. If you get something on the suit or mess up your hair, we can fix that,” Archie says from where he’s perched on a side table, working on grooming himself.

“Hell, if you somehow manage to rip your damn pants down the center, we can fix that. Claire has been working on her textilomancy, and she can fix rips easily,” Jim adds.

“Bet that’s been handy with Isabella and Mateo.”

“Oh yeah. There’s no way you can do more damage to the suit you are actively trying not to damage in the next half hour than our 4-year-olds can do to any clothes in any amount of time.”

“Uncle Douxie!” two voices cry out.

Speaking of Isabella and Mateo.

“Hey there, munchkins!”

Two wild four-year-olds throw themselves into Douxie’s outstretched arms in a blur of sky blue and white.

“Wow, you both look so nice,” he says, and they giggle and nod. Isabella’s snow-white hair is twisted into a crown-braid that encircles her head, only a few front hairs hanging free and framing the impossibly blue eyes she inherited from her father. Her dress is white with embroidered flowers all along the entire skirt in a sky blue. Mateo’s eyes match hers from color to the wide expression, and his opposingly pitch-black hair is brushed neatly, something Douxie knows the kid loathes, and wears a suit very much like his twin’s dress, though the embroidered flowers are on the jacket.

“Mommy did my hair!” Isabella says.

“Well, she’s very talented,” Archie says, and Isabella and Mateo immediately turn to look at the cat-dragon over Douxie’s shoulders, squealing about the ‘kitty’.

“I try my best,” Claire says, entering the room, wearing her own darker blue dress, though it’s all one color.

“How are things going out there?” Jim asks.

“Just fine. Barbara has taken it upon herself to keep everyone in line,” Claire says.

“Are Enrique and Lance ready?” Douxie asks.

“Douxie, you’ve met my mother. She wouldn’t have let Enrique set foot outside the house if anything was less than perfect. As for Lance, he’s been with Eli, so I figure he’s ready. My mother is also keeping the rings and ribbons on her until it’s time to start so that they won’t accidentally get lost.”

“Well, then it sounds like everything on our side is going just fine,” Jim says, giving Douxie an ‘I-told-you-so’ look.

“Everything, huh? Are you two little monsters ready?” Douxie asks the twins.

“Yeah! I’m gonna be the best flower girl!” Isabella says.

“No, I’m gonna be the best!” Mateo says.

“You can be the best flower boy, but I’m gonna be the best flower girl,” Isabella sasses back.

“Exactly, you both can be the best,” Jim says, holding out his arms. Douxie passes one over, and then the other, who both immediately cling to their dad.

“Are your flowers ready?” Douxie asks them, pretending like he doesn’t already know that answer.

“Yeah! Grandma has them. They’re really pretty, I like the blue ones,” Isabella says.

“Me too,” Mateo says, “I like all the different blues.”

“I have to agree with you there. Blue is a pretty awesome color,” Jim says.

“Certainly one of my favorites,” Douxie says.

“Is that why you’re marrying Uncle Krel? ‘Cause he’s blue?” Isabella asks.

Douxie snorts, unable to hold back his chuckle, and Jim and Claire both let out their own small chuckles of amusement.

“Sure, I suppose that’s one reason,” he says, playing along. She’s too cute.

“Can we go say hi to Uncle Krel?” Mateo asks his parents.

“I’ll have to check with Uncle Krel first, but, if he’s not too busy with his half of the wedding, then we can, ok?” Claire says.

“Ok!” they both chorus.

“Now, let’s go find out if we can visit Uncle Krel and let Uncle Douxie and your dad finish up,” Claire says, holding out her own arms.

“You sure, Claire?” Jim asks in a careful tone, though, according to the look Claire gives him, not careful enough.

“Jim, I’m not even showing yet, I can carry them just fine.”

“Wait, you’re pregnant again?” Douxie asks.

“About 12 weeks. But we’re waiting to announce it until after the wedding,” Claire says.

“I’m gonna be a big sister!” Isabella cries out at the same time as Mateo cries out, “I’m gonna be a big brother!”

“And you’re going to be marvelous big siblings,” Douxie says.

They giggle again, smiling excitedly, and then Jim hands them over one at a time.

“Bye, Daddy! Bye, Uncle Douxie! Bye, kitty!” they say.

Claire leaves with the twins, and Douxie shoots Jim a smile as he takes a seat.

“Congratulations, man.”

“Thanks. But I’m not the one who should be getting the congratulations today.”

“He’s right,” Archie says as he pads over, and he jumps right into Douxie’s lap. “Today is your day, Douxie.”

As Douxie runs a hand down Archie’s back and Archie in turn presses his head into Douxie’s chest, a familiar, comforting gesture, he takes a deep breath and tries to take it all in without freaking out.

Today is his day.

He’s getting married today.

Holy shit.

---

“Why must this be so exhausting?” Krel groans.

“Because you’re a royal. My wedding was just as complex with all the customs, and the legal stuff, and the traditions and everything,” Aja responds, straightening the collar of the cape that’s part of the traditional wedding attire.

“Which is why my wedding doesn’t need to be this big of a deal! You’re the one living on Akiridion 5 and doing all the monarch stuff, you already did the big traditional Akiridion wedding thing!”

“Sure, but even with me being the one on Akiridion, you are still king; as per custom, there must always be two monarchs. That may be because there were two royal houses before, but the tradition and law still stand even with the merger. Mama and Papa also had it easy since they were both born royals. Steve is not a born royal, meaning he can only ever be King Consort, and Eli is basically his consort in terms of the royal hierarchy. So, you are not off the hook. And it’s not like you have been doing nothing, you help me with monarch stuff all the time. And, because of all of this, your wedding is just as big of an event as my own. But hey, you are still getting at least some of what you wanted. It’s on Earth with some Earth customs mixed in and not in front of an entire planet.”

“I mean, it is still in front of an entire planet.”

“Yes, but only they will see you, you will not have to see them, and only the proper ceremony is being broadcasted to Akiridion 5, the ‘reception’ as Douxie calls it will be just the invited guests. Now, take a look in the mirror, make sure everything looks good to you.”

Krel does as Aja tells him to, and upon looking at himself, many different emotions flash through him. He knew he’d be wearing the traditional attire, the cape, the circlet, the crown, and the forearm cuffs. But, well, upon looking at himself, he realizes why Aja hadn’t let him see the items beforehand, why she wanted to put them on him and wouldn’t let him look down. He recognizes every single piece he is wearing from the pictures he has seen and come across over the years.

He's wearing Papa’s wedding cape and forearm cuffs.

And he’s wearing Mama’s wedding circlet, and much as Aja wears Papa’s crown, Krel is wearing Mama’s. It fits exactly as it had on her, sitting just in front of the faceplate crests he had ended up inheriting from her, those having come in after his plate-detachment – he and Aja had both ended up looking far more like their mother, but much to their surprise, with the crests it was Krel who ended up looking the most like her.

“Where did you find these?” Krel asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“In the family vault, alongside all the other various precious items and mementos of our ancestors. I figured you would like the have Papa’s cape and forearm cuffs for your wedding, seeing as I wore Mama’s for mine. And then, I also figured it was time for you to get your crown. Since I have essentially taken up the mantel of Papa, I figured you would take up the mantel of Mama. You do have the trademark Akraohm crests after all. And the circlet, well, I figured Mama’s wedding circlet went much better with her crown than Papa’s. It is also shaped correctly for the crests; I doubt Papa’s would have been very comfortable for you to wear.”

He feels Aja’s hand affectionately pet his head, her fingers running through his shoulder-length hair as they both stare into the mirror.

He and his parents may have had their issues, but what he wouldn’t give for them to be here to see this.

He can feel himself start shaking, and Aja pulls him closer, leaning her head on his shoulder in a show of comfort. He doesn’t know why he feels like this – his parents have been gone for keltons. And even beyond that, he’s been twitchy and jittery all day despite knowing exactly what’s going to happen and having been looking forward to this day for parsons!

There’s a knock at the door.

“Yes?” Krel calls at. Steve pokes his head in.

“Hey, so, Claire was wondering if you can spare a few minutes, apparently Izzy and Matty want to come and say hi and are being rather insistent on it.”

Krel smiles at the mention of the twins. He always loves having them over, they’re both very bright and he’s found they are very fond of the silly music Douxie will play for them on his guitar. He and Douxie even have a spare bedroom in their house set up for them, they babysit them often enough, and that’s besides his biological nephew Lance’s room, and the regular spare bedroom. Remodeling the mothership was actually pretty easy once Krel sorted through all the internal coding and mechanics, so they always have as many rooms as they need, which will come in handy for whenever someone else in the group has a kid. Krel knows it’s only a matter of time until Aja has another kid with the Palchuk, and he’s certain Jim and Claire will have more. Toby and Darci probably will have at least one. And then … well, that’s a conversation for a later date.

“Sure. Tell Claire she can bring them in.”

“Cool.”

Not even two minutes later, they come barreling into the room, Claire following.

“Hi, Uncle Krel!” they squeal in tandem as they about collide with Krel, him barely managing to scoop them up in time to keep himself from getting tackled to the floor.

“Hey there!” he laughs, and Aja follows quickly, “Hello!”

“Hi, Auntie Aja! Do you like my hair? Mommy did it!” Isabella says.

“Yes, it looks very nice,” Aja says.

“I asked her to make it a crown since you’re a king, and since you’re my uncle, that makes me a princess!” she says to Krel.

“Ah, I see. It does look very regal, your highness,” Krel says.

“Well, then that means I’m a prince!” Mateo says, obviously displeased with his sister getting the nickname.

“Of course you are, my prince,” Krel says, and the boy smiles.

“Speaking of ‘your highness’, how is ‘your highness’ doing?” Claire asks.

“Oh, uh …”

“He’s freaking out.”

“Aja! I’m fine!”

“If it makes you feel any better, Krel, Douxie is also a nervous wreck, so don’t feel bad,” Claire says.

“Ugh, it’s just … we’ve been together for years! We’ve been engaged, so I’m used to that level of commitment, we live together, so I don’t have to be nervous about that, we’ve done the rehearsal, so it’s not like I have no idea what I’m doing, but despite all of that, I feel like I can’t pull myself together!”

“It may only be a change in legal status for you guys, but that’s still big. And since it’s so important in both of our cultures, there’s also the fact that even if it’s a minor change, it is still a massive milestone, one you’ve probably heard about all your life. You’ve got the added pressure of being royalty. So, I’d say you being nervous is perfectly normal. In fact, I think it would be weird if you weren’t.”

“She’s right, Krel,” Aja says.

“I know all of this logically. But logic and emotions are different things entirely.”

He feels the twins both shift and then two sets of small arms are wrapping around his neck.

“Mommy’s and Daddy’s hugs always make me feel better,” Isabella says and Mateo nods against his neck. Krel can’t resist returning the squeeze, each of the arms not holding them coming up to wrap around their backs. He only stops when he feels them start to pull away.

“Do you feel better now?” Mateo asks.

“Yes, I do. Thank you,” he says, and they beam at him.

“So, are you two happy now that you’ve gotten to see your uncles?” Claire asks.

They nod.

“Good. I’ve got some work to do for Uncle Douxie, and I’m sure Uncle Krel and Aunt Aja have more business of their own to take care of before the wedding starts, so I’m going to take you back to Abuelo and Abuela, and your tios. Ok?”

“Ok!”

Krel hands the twins back to Claire, and the three leave with Isabella and Mateo calling out, “Bye, Uncle Krel! Bye, Auntie Aja! See you later!”

“I’m surprised Lance hasn’t come to visit,” Krel says.

“He’s with Eli right now – apparently, he is taking his job as the binder very seriously and has been practicing walking and everything.”

“Oh, that’s so funny. Please tell me –”

“Eli is taking pictures.”

---

Douxie peers out at the setup.

As is customary for Akiridion weddings, the two sides which are traditionally facing the altar and split by the aisle, are still split by the aisle, but now face the center, where there’s a circular platform set up. In this setup, Douxie and Krel will each walk in, meeting in the middle, where they will stand alone together while Aja reads off some Akiridion verses, and Archie reads off some human verses.

Douxie’s got a hold of Isabella, who’s practically vibrating with excitement. She’s the flower girl for his end of the aisle. Krel has Mateo for his end. Then Douxie has 12-year old Enrique with him while Krel has 7-year-old Lance, the two acting as a mesh between the human ‘ring bearer’ and the Akiridion ‘binder’. They’ll each have a ring and strip of ribbon, which are apparently manufactured from synthetic hard light energy and something called flexelite, which Krel stressed is indeed flexelITE and not just flexel, though Douxie has no idea what ‘flexel’ is nor had he heard of ‘flexelite’ until all of this. When the rings are presented, these two will also tie his and Krel’s right hands together. Well, one of Krel’s right hands.

He can see Zoe, Archie, Jim, Claire, Barbara, Blinky, and Aaarrrgghh up by the platform, the closest seats reserved for the closest people. His other two bandmates, Avery and Varian, have the next closest seats. And then beyond them is Claire’s family, who have NotEnrique with them, and then Strickler with a bunch of other various trolls. On Krel’s side are Aja, Varvatos, Zadra, Steve, Eli, and Toby, with Darci and Mary in the next closest seats, and beyond them are some of the human guests’ families along with a number of Akiridions.

He pulls back and takes a deep breath. He can do this. He wants to do this.

Oh god, this is finally happening.

The music starts.

He lets go of Isabella, and she steps out with a big grin, practically skipping down the aisle the best a 4-year-old can skip, dispersing the petals as she goes, leaving a trail of blue and white behind her.

On the other side, Mateo appears, also joyfully scattering his petals, though he’s not quite skipping like his sister. He has also somehow gotten petals stuck in his hair, effectively mussing it, which took longer than Douxie would have thought it would take.

Once they reach the center, the two run to their parents, and Isabella crawls into Jim’s lap while Mateo crawls into Claire’s.

And then, Enrique and Lance head out, each carefully balancing the pillows the rings and ribbons sit on. Both wear matching black suits with blue ties. Enrique’s blonde hair is sticking up in places, and Douxie can see Ophelia itching to fix it. And much to Douxie’s surprise, Lance’s hair has managed to be tamed – his cyan hair is normally next to untamable (and oh how funny it was to watch Steve try and figure out how to care for unruly hair). He’s attempting to look as serious as a 7-year-old can, and Douxie can’t help but internally squeal at how cute he looks. The two reach the center and then head towards their respective sides, each takes a seat in the single empty chair left open on either side. Although Lance barely sits for a second before he’s crawling into Aja’s lap, because no matter how old and mature he insists he’s gotten, he’s his mother’s little boy, and that certainly carries over to his appearance – really, Steve’s only influences are on Lance’s hair being textured like actual human hair and the fact that rather than the normal bright cyan and dark blue coloring, his skin is one uniform color, other than the typical delineating markings of an Akiridion, like the seam of the faceplate, and it’s a softer blue color rather than a bright cyan. Other than that, though, he’s all Aja, from his eyes to his four arms to the core in his chest.

And then, since there are no groomsmen or bridesmaids or other people, it’s go time.

Douxie can feel the nerves crawling up his throat as he steps out. But then, at the other end, he sees Krel.

He’s traded out his normal Akiridion attire for a similar in style but more ornately detailed suit. From his shoulders cascades a cape of a rich, deep blue, with silver decorations that makes it appear almost like the night sky. On his forearms are silver cuffs, and as they get closer, Douxie realizes there are glowing Akiridion runes inscribed on them. Around his forehead is a simple silver circlet that neatly curves under his faceplate crests, and in front of those crests is what Douxie recognizes from pictures as Queen Coranda’s crown.

His breath is taken away, and the nerves seem to fade into the background. All Douxie can perceive at this moment is the Akiridion walking towards him, a shy smile on his face.

At the platform, they both step up at the same time, and once they each have both feet settled, a short column rises out of the center of the platform. Upon this column sits an object shaped rather like the one Krel showed him that’s used during coronations, which they are both supposed to hold one end of of once their wrists have been bound.

Douxie had thought that even once the ceremony had started and they were on the platform, he wouldn't be able to stop worrying, or even to reign in all of his attention. He’s felt like he was being pulled in a hundred directions leading up to this wedding, and he figured he’d stay that way until the moment it was over.

But in reality, once they’re there, nothing else seems to exist. He can’t even properly focus on remembering everything about this moment because he can’t take his eyes off of Krel. He manages to keep enough of a hold on everything to say something when he’s supposed to say it and to repeat whatever he’s supposed to repeat, but the words are barely a blip on his radar. He’s lost in the warm gaze and the gentle smile on his soon-to-be-husband’s face, and damn if that thought – a thought that had sent nervous shivers up and down his spine and all through his stomach just an hour ago – doesn’t feel so right.

---

The smart cut of the suit jacket and the strait-legged pants somehow make Douxie look even taller, and even though now his Akiridion form is a fair bit taller than Douxie, Krel feels almost like he needs to look up at Douxie. Of course, that may also be because he feels like he’s looking at one of those human angels and he is not worthy.

He’s never been one for big, elaborate ceremonies. He did the coronation because he was the prince and that’s what he was expected to do, what he had to do, and he was fine with it, but if given a choice he’d pick something small and minimal effort every time. But he must admit, even with this being more elaborate than he had wanted, he thinks it may have just been worth it. Because this feels special, a moment that will stick with him forever, where the grandeur of the ceremony doesn’t feel overbearing but rather feels like it enhances and sharpens everything. No longer does he feel the weight of his entire planet watching – only the fluttering excitement in his core and the uplifting smile on Douxie’s face.

And then, seemingly out of nowhere – Where did all that time go? – Enrique and Lance are being called forward.

As Douxie slides the silver, blue diamond-encrusted ring onto Krel’s finger, his core sings. He does the same for Douxie, those his has black diamonds. And then comes the feeling of the flexelite ribbon around his wrist, strong but soft, something he had heard stories about when he was a child. Just about every story of romance would lead to the moment of the flexelite binding, and now here he is too. Lance ties it with careful fingers, his tongue sticking out slightly in his intense concentration, and Enrique does the same, albeit a bit calmer. Once the ribbons have been connected, the boys step down and he and Douxie grab one side of the Ceremonial Unifier.

Krel can feel the moment the circuit is completed, and Douxie lets out a small gasp. The machine glows a soft cyan, as do the ribbons connecting the of them. On Krel’s hand, he can see the pulses of cyan, momentarily lighting up his fingers every few milliseconds, fast enough that he cannot visually perceive the difference, but he can feel it in the hard light energy of his hand. Douxie’s own hand seems to take on a blueish shade, light shining from under the skin.

Aja’s reading the script, saying the important words that have been said at every such ceremony for generations, words that he should probably be listening as they carry with them every bond of his bloodline, and every bond of every Akiridion bloodline, dating back to the days of Seklos. But he can’t bring himself to care.

Then Archie recites the human verses, and when he gets to the end, Krel excitedly and readily says his ‘I do’. Douxie does the same, and his golden eyes seem to sparkle, filling with excitement at the knowledge that they stand on the precipice, the very razor-thin edge, and finally, finally, they’re going to take that dive.

The nerves have disappeared and left in their wake is the feeling of anticipation and pulsing, thrumming elation running hot through his core.

There’s the flash of light of the flexelite bonds dissipating, the energy of the Ceremonial Unifier finally breaking them down completely. This has always been presented as the absorption of the binding into themselves – though there is no actual absorption, they just dissolve under the strain of the energy flowing through them – and thus has been a very prevalent symbol of the unification. These physical bindings are given a kind of life through this idea – they create an energy flow between you and your partner, and then ‘become part of you’. The energy you exchanged symbolically becomes part of both of you, your partner’s energy becomes part of you, and your energy becomes part of them. The unification becomes part of you. It isn’t real, of course, but he can just about feel it anyway, he feels this invigoration that goes down to his core – he is Douxie’s, and Douxie’s is his, on a deeper level than ever before.

He then surges forward and meets Douxie, the two joining in a kiss Krel’s been waiting for for a long, long time.

---

The reception is quite the affair.

Steve and Eli are already drunk, singing along to the songs being played far too loudly. If they get too much more touchy-feely, Douxie thinks he’ll have to remove them from the party before they get out of hand. Logically, he knows they won’t, not with the kids around, but still. He sees Aja just rolling her eyes at their antics, and leading Lance away before he can ask too many questions. He sees she takes him over to Varvatos.

Out on the dance floor, Jim has been accosted by both of his children, the two dragging him along as they do what 4-year-olds do. And while Douxie might say they’re making Jim dance with them, he knows Jim really wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with his kids, helping them have a good time. Off to the side, Claire is taking pictures and videos, which will surely make the rounds in the various group chats and whatnot before the end of the night.

Ophelia and Javier are on the dance floor as well, though they’re less dancing and more swaying together tipsily.

At the next table over, Enrique is having a loud, heated debate with NotEnrique about who is the best Ninja Turtle – despite the broken changeling connection and him losing his shifting powers, NotEnrique still grew at the same rate as Enrique (apparently the magic affecting his growth is a fair bit more permanent), and so, despite being much older and having a more mature mind, he still grew up next to Enrique basically as his not-so-twin brother, and thus the two often watch similar shows and play similar games. And apparently share a similar passion for the Ninja Turtles, though their passions are focused on different characters.

Barbara is at a table with Strickler, the two enjoying their night alone together – they got Nomura to babysit all the former-changeling children, much to her chagrin, and they only got her to do this via some sort of blackmail Strickler has.

Toby, Darci, and Mary are gathered around the food tables, having some sort of discussion, though Douxie can’t quite hear what.

Blinky appears to be attempting to teach Aaarrrgghh some human dance moves. He’ll have to make sure someone’s recording whenever they decide to hit the dance floor and try out their moves.

Zoe's already drunk herself stupid with his other bandmates.

Douxie isn’t sure exactly where he is, but he knows Archie has found a quiet place to hide and take a nap.

He and Krel sit at their table, taking in the festivities going on around them, danced out and pleasantly tipsy themselves. Douxie has his head resting on Krel’s shoulder, and they lean into each other, their hands laced together in their laps.

Isabella and Mateo squeal in delight as Jim shifts into his half-troll form and scoops them both up onto his shoulders to spin them around.

“They’re so cute,” Krel says.

“Right? You know, when they came by my dressing room earlier, Isabella asked me if I was marrying you because my favorite color is blue and you’re blue.”

Krel chuckles at that.

“When they came by mine, she said her hair was done in a crown because since I’m her uncle, that means she’s a princess. And when I called her ‘your highness’, Mateo got jealous and insisted he was a prince.”

“I mean, if you ask Jim they most certainly are.”

“Wait, if he has Excalibur, and the legends say that the wielder of Excalibur is the true and rightful king of England, doesn’t that mean they actually are?” Krel asks.

“God, don’t tell them that, we’ll never hear the end of it, especially from Izzy,” Douxie says.

“Fair enough,” Krel laughs.

“You know, I also learned something when they came by my dressing room.”

“What?”

“Claire’s pregnant again.”

“Really? That’s great, why haven’t they announced that yet?”

“They wanted to wait until after the wedding. Wanted to let us have our day.”

“Well, we certainly got our day,” Krel says fondly, and Douxie hums in agreement, and the two press their foreheads together affectionately.

There’s still stuff to do. Krel has a planet to help his sister run, and Douxie has been connecting the magical community on a global scale, but right now, they don’t need to worry about any of that.

Right now, all they need to think about is how they’ve both got a whole life ahead of them as husbands.

Douxie leans further forward, and Krel responds in kind, the two meeting in a warm kiss, telling of many yet to come.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

"catmen" more like tuxedo yoongi https://twitter.com/chaoticmanek/status/1485760018465144832?s=21

come on, man, (cat-man!)Yoongi would not waste good whiskey!

--

"What is this?"

"Alcohol."

His velvety pointed ears perked with interest. He leaned over the glass and sniffed it. You pulled it towards you and took a whiff yourself, flinching at the strong scent of whiskey. Damn. Did your dad think you were going through a quarter-life crisis or something? (Give or take a couple years... yeah, of course, at this rate of you thinking about drinking this late at night, you'll definitely live a long time, kek.) The note had simply said, to my daughter, for bad days Shooky can't fix. P.S. Don't give it to the cat, kekeke!

Yeah, well.

Little did your dad know the cat he was referring to was now a (disturbingly hot) man.

"Let me try."

You blinked at him. "I... I don't know... You've never had alcohol before. This is hard liquor. You might not be able to handle it."

Min Yoongi, (sexy, oop, you did not just think that, yes you did) sexy cat-man extraordinaire with his rumpled black hair and dismissive gaze, cocked an eyebrow.

"I can handle you. You're much more difficult than alcohol."

"...?"

You stood there, glass in hand, unmoving, your two overworked brain cells working fiendishly hard to comprehend what the hot cat-man just said to you.

(Processing...)

"... Urk!"

Now, wait a damn minute...!

Before you could start yelling (Yoongi's least favorite activity you seemed to enjoy partaking in), he snatched the glass out of your hand and downed the shot.

"Y-Yoooongi!"

You flailed about like a caught fish or perhaps more like a furiously wiggling blue bird (a parakeet to be exact), blurting out his name in a shocked, aghast tone.

"Oh my God, are you okay?! Do you need water? Some lactose-free milk? A whole chicken? Do you feel sick? What if you have to go to the hospital? Do I take you to the human hospital or the animal hospital? What if the government finds out and takes you away from me, it could be considered animal cruelty letting your cat drink hard liquor, oh fuck, what if I go to jail, I can't go to jail, who will take care of you, I have to call Seokjin, wait, no, he's fucking useless in an emergency, uhhh, well, he lives in a different city but I could call Jung–"

Yoongi put the glass down on the counter and inspected the bottle of single-malt whiskey your father had sent you (out of the kindness of his heart or because your dad thought you were hilarious when tipsy, you decide). Meanwhile, you spiraled into overthinking and confusion, much to the surprise of absolutely no one.

You froze again as Yoongi poured himself some more.

Now.

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE.

Your jaw flapped uselessly witnessing his calm demeanor.

"You... You're fine."

His long fingers picked up the glass again and he seemed to finally notice you, providing you with a very helpful blank look.

"Mhm," Yoongi purred coolly as he sipped.

P...

Pardon?

Sorry, sorry, was your cat not only an incredibly attractive man, but also a musical genius and had nerves of steel? What next, he's even a goddamn heavyweight?! (Probably.) Shouldn't there be a cap to how hot a (cat)man can be?!? (Naur, no cap.)

What da fuck???

Now you were gawking at your cat-man sipping whiskey in your kitchen. Tousled black hair, glowing fair skin, twitching black cat ears and curiously swishing sleek cat tail, drinking with ease, the image akin to a rich-and-famous K-pop idol with his tall frame wrapped in pink silk pajamas (paid for with your credit card). Surely this has never happened in the history of this multiverse, ever, surely.

Yes.

Surely.

(Bet.)

-

A city away, long-haired, ash blond, disturbingly hot Jeon Jungkook sneezed. Bruh! Right in the middle of his daily meme browsing, an activity which occurred at least ten times a day and increased a hundredfold when he had responsibilities that he did not want to be doing (mood).

He blinked rapidly, confused as to who could possibly be (respectfully) thinking about him so late at night.

Hm...

What a mystery.

Oh well!

Jungkook shrugged and went back to his phone.

--

yes, I did reference the Jin bird meme XD YOOONGI?!

-

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[sunhowler-art]

genuinely begging you to go into details about the wwdits warriors au my life has not known true joy before now

HELLO IM SO FLATTERED BY THE RESPONSE TO MY WWDITS WARRIORS AU!!! genuinely so happy to see ppl interested in my gay little cats <3

ok so! the vampires are still vampires in this au (yes including colin/robinsnore) but they're just little kitty cats, and guillermo is still nandor/grimstar's familiar.

the vampires feed off of other cats so when they found out about the clans they were like "score!!!!!!!!!" and they inserted themselves into shadowclan. they gained power pretty quickly because ya know.. they're fuckin supernatural beings. grimstar eventually killed whoever was leader before him and he didn't even bother going to the moonstone to get 9 lives cause he's already immortal anyway <3. the mortal cats are fooled by this and think he's a legitimate leader.

around this time is when guillermo stumbles into clan territory and grimstar is like "yeah. yeah i'll make this kittypet my familiar i see no issues arising from this" and guillermo is SO hyped about this because not only are vampires sick as hell but so are clan cats. grimstar is very particular about him still being a kittypet though and makes him wear his collar all the time (but at some point i think he would finally show some respect for guillermo and promote him to a full warrior).

the 4 vampires are constantly starting shit with the other clans solely to get into battles and eat them lol. but they also make guillermo fetch kittypets and loners for them all the time (guillermo, of course, has no qualms about this).

some bonus facts:

• guillermo is a descendant of van helsings cat who i made up. yes the cat was a vampire hunter too and thus guillermo is as well

• robinsnore's favorite activity is cleaning the elders of ticks because he can chat their ears off and they can do nothing about it

• nadja/shadowstalk has a little cat plushie (in my mind it's that webkinz tuxedo cat) that's a substitute for the possessed nadja doll

• at some point the guide also shows up and becomes the med cat but i havent fleshed that out yet. her name is moonguide tho

• guillermo has been to The Cutter and they all think it's very funny

[rubykgrant]

Whatever, RVB-Sailor Moon AU-

-Tucker is the re-incarnated magical Moon Prince but doesn’t know it, Church is a helpful (but very BOSSY) talking cat that tells him to stop playing video games and go be a super hero by destroying evil creatures with the power of GLITTER and FRIENDSHIP (this means that later, a little monster from the future shows up, and it turns out to be Junior... who I guess, for this AU, is Chibituck haha). they don’t fully realize how important Tucker is until they discover he has the Silver Crystal basically hidden away in his soul

-Caboose is the Mercury of the group, he’s the first new ally Tucker finds, and he’s also weirdly good at figuring out how all the magical sci-fi stuff works (so, all the little magical items they get, Tucker can’t figure them out, but Caboose does! Sheila and later Freckles are two items that Caboose kinda just... brought to life? so now they’re active all the time? Sheila is an arcade game console that now functions as a super-computer, sure why not. Lopez is a robot that an enemy created, but Caboose figured out how to keep him around even after defeating the bad guy, so now they just have a robot)

-the next person with magical powers Tucker finds is Sarge, who is obviously going to be the Mars. he’s constantly arguing and almost never wants to cooperate with the others (especially since they’re a bunch of kids, he should be the leader! he’s the adult, dang it!), but when they’re in the middle of a fight he’s actually helpful

-Grif and Simmons don’t get magical up-grades for a while, but Tucker knows them, so they’re around (Grif seemed like the “scary new punk kid” at first, until they figured out if you feed him once, he’s your friend forever. Simmons has all the “loner nerdy kid” angst going on, and now he’s surrounded by LOUD annoying people. they kinda have the original Jupiter and Mercury backstories, but it goes in different directions)

-Donut is the Venus, and you KNOW he is as flashy as possible about it. seriously, he probably has the most fun with his planet theme, and won’t shut up about being the Hero of Love and Beauty! when they still haven’t figured out who has the Silver Crystal, Donut is a potential candidate (which is what draws the enemy to him- they expect the reincarnated magical royal person to be somebody with a connection to beautiful things, and Donut is all about flowers and fashion)

-Tex is totally the Tuxedo Mask. she shows up, throws a rose, and the peaces-out (OK seriously, she’s in the same situation as Church EXCEPT, she’s figured out how to switch from the cat-form to a human-form to fight bad guys. Church still has memory loss, and has no clue he can just... NOT be a cat. naturally, Tex messes with him; as a cat, she acts like she’s just a normal alley cat who bullies kitty-Church whenever he goes outside. but as Tuxedo Tex? oh, she’s very nice to this one cat who happens to always be around Tucker Moon, and saves him from monster attacks. so, yeah. kitty-Church is in like, a weird love-hate-triangle, but there’s only two people. Tex just thinks it is FUNNY)

-Doc and O’Malley are definitely SUPPOSED to be Sailor Guardians, but Doc keeps wanting to avoid fights (he’s there with bandages for everybody else, though), and O’Malley keeps being antagonistic (without being a full-on threatening villain), so they don’t get any powers for a while

-Wash is a newcomer who has gotten powers separate from this group, and he’s the Jupiter (lots of stuff about his past eventually gets revealed; Project Freelancer basically functions as the Death Busters, an evil organization that has been using science to give power to an evil entity. much like Professor Tomoe and Hotaru, the Director was trying to resurrect his dead wife, and in the process, created “false” magical abilities in certain people... but in some cases, the experiments awakened real Sailor Guardians. they actually had Church in their possession at one point, and this is why he’s missing memories; he just knows he supposed to be a guide for the “Moon Guardian”)

-Carolina is the Saturn, and at one point was believed to be the Moon Princess... but she found out her powers were different, and the entire organization she was part of was just using her and hurting other people. she’s still kinda harsh at first, but after spending some time with kitty-Church and learning how her magical powers are supposed to work, she softens up (she and Wash have both gone through phases where they were a bit too EXTREME, so they’re more careful about not being too quick to kill)

-Grif and Simmons finally catch up and get powers, with the Uranus/Neptune theme. Grif HATES how Tucker keeps on pronouncing his planet name. Simmons is kinda bummed-out that his planet color is BLUE and Sarge thinks it is a yucky color (even though they’re late to the magical party, they improve quickly and work really great together... and since they’re constantly glued at the hip anyway, people just assume they’re boyfriends... but they totally aren’t... no, really you guys...)

-little Chibituck shows up from the future, and hypnotizes everybody into thinking he’s totally been here the WHOLE TIME and it definitely isn’t odd that he’s NOT HUMAN (even without knowing this is his future son, Tucker still loves his baby~). when they change the time-line so the future isn’t all jacked-up, Chibituck stays behind with the younger-version of his daddy, and they just make it work

-Doc discovers he is meant to be the Pluto (O’Malley goes totally bonkers calling himself the God of Death and what-not, but Doc actually finds a good balance and gets pretty good at protecting people)

-Kai has been pitching a fit this whole time, because WTF? everybody gets magical powers but her? even her BROTHER? not fair! however, she discovers she has her own abilities, and becomes the one able to sense certain good/evil things that are hidden (similar to Chibiusa befriending Pegasus, Kai kinda gets her own “dream powers”, and while she’s not a Sailor Guardian, she actually has her own Golden Crystal. it also fits with her befriending people from the Dead Moon Circus, helping some of them break free from the nightmares turning them evil). she is essentially the Earth Guardian

[asterroidd]

the double life of a feline

↬ Modern AU

↬ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

↬ Word Count: 1.4k

↬ Warning/s: Swearing, horrible pun

↬ Synopsis: Little did you know that your cat has an ongoing affair behind your back.

    In recent weeks, you have noticed that your tuxedo cat had become chubbier, which made you skeptical. You were a hundred percent sure that you have been feeding it the appropriate amount of cat food. Nothing more, nothing less. Suppose he had been hunting wild birds, which could explain the decline in population of local birds in your neighborhood. It might be, since your cat was once a stray, and even domestic cats nowadays are known to occasionally hunt in the night. They are natural-born hunters after all.

     But it doesn’t erase the fact that your cat’s fur would sometimes smell like black tea. Which was odd since you don’t drink the mentioned beverage. You prefer coffee since it provides your daily need of caffeine. There were also instances where his fur is properly groomed, no knots to be found, and his nails are perfectly trimmed. Could it be that your cat has been living a double life?

     Currently, your furry friend is beside you, with its back against the soft coverings of your couch. It was clear that he is having the best time in his world. With its day consisting of sleeping, eating, grooming, and sleeping once again. You could hear its faint purring, a sign that he is content and comfortable in your presence.

     “Sir Meowsalaut. . .” you trailed off, gazing at your cat. “Have you been cheating on me?”

     The cat opened its eyes lazily, briefly gazing at you before yawing and stretching its paws. It gave you a soft ‘meow’ before dozing back to sleep. You pouted, you expected better things from him. Sir Meowsalaut was a former stray cat, one that you adopted when you found him lying on the street heavily injured after being in a fight with some other cats in the area. He was bone-thin and covered with fleas, but still have fire inside him. You did not think twice in bringing him to the nearest veterinary clinic, fully dedicating yourself to this one feline. You could not just ignore him and watch the cat die, alone and cold.

     “I work my ass off for you, the least you could do is stay loyal,” you murmured, in which your words fell on deaf ears. As much as you wanted to scold the lazy feline for its suspected infidelity, your work shift is nearing. Sighing, you pushed yourself off the couch to prepare. You dreaded your part time job as a waitress in a nearby coffee shop. Life as a college student is hard, especially if one is drowned in endless amount of debt and student loans. Nonetheless, you forced yourself to wear the uniform—a simple cream-colored buttoned-up blouse paired with brown knee-length skirt and red scarf to be tied around your neck—which thankfully is comfortable to wear. Trudging around your apartment, Sir Meowsalaut watched you. The tuxedo cat bored out of its mind and itching to explore outside. A young tomcat much like himself has urges after all.

      “Don’t be a pesky kitty!” you called out before leaving Sir Meowsalaut alone in your apartment. Unbeknownst to you, your balcony door was left slightly ajar.

     An opportunity was given and Sir Meowsalaut was not going to let it slide. The feline rose from his resting position, stretching his paws for a few seconds. His green orbs scanning the room he grew accustomed off the past few months. While, indeed, he loved you dearly (mainly since you provide his daily meals), the tuxedo cat yearned for adventure. He hopped off the couch, taking his time in walking towards the balcony door.

    Due to your stupidity, it was left wide enough for him to slip past through, and sure he did. Though, he had minor difficulty given that his body expanded due to an increased intake of food. The feline jumped on the small shelf where your potted plants reside it, rattling a few off. Sir Meowsalaut did not care though, all he wanted was to visit his other friend in the apartment beside yours.

    The cat prepared itself for the jump, eyes focused and limbs crouching down. Then, it pushed itself off the ground, gracefully landing on the other side. Sir Meowsalaut blinked, peering inside the glass door. His tail curved at the tip as he saw his friend. The feline then pawed at the door, its nails eliciting a screeching sound against the glass. And to his delight, his friend noticed him. Sir Meowsalaut waited patiently as the figure approached him.

    “Oh, you again?” the male spoke out whilst opening the door to let the cat inside, Sir Meowsalaut making sure to brush its cheek against his legs. The mischievous cat was sure going to take his sweet time in this male’s apartment.

     The sun was already gone by the time your shift had ended. It was a slow day, thankfully. A few customers here and there would walk in to order a beverage or two. While your co-workers chatted with one another, you made use of the time by cleaning the café, hopefully your boss would notice your actions and would give you a pay raise.

     Your thoughts would always circle back to your cat, concerned about his ever increasing body weight. It could be hypothyroidism, which (as you have researched) could sometimes cause a feline’s obesity. However, your co-worker did suggest that it could just be a lack of exercise. Which made sense since Sir Meowsalaut had been doing nothing but dozing off in your apartment. You tried enticing him to play with mouse toys but he paid no interest to it. Perhaps an exercise wheel? You made a mental note to check online shops. For your dear catto, you are willing to spend every last drop of money to satisfy him.

     A sigh escaped your lips as the familiar building of your apartment drew near. Finally. A well-deserved rest. Though, something caught your eye. A mix of black and white fur, sleeping peacefully on top of the windowsill. Its body pressed against the glass pane. It was then you realized that it was Sir Meowsalaut himself. Your heart swelled at the idea that your beloved cat was waiting for you.

    Until it hit you.

    Sir Meowsalaut was inside a different apartment. In fact, it was the one next to yours.

    “What—” you blinked. How in the world did that fat cat escaped. Then it dawned on you, your balcony door slightly opened. You knew it! Sir Meowsalaut was indeed cheating on you! With a neighbor nonetheless!

    Storming, you quickly rushed inside the building to inform your neighbor of your cat’s malicious activities. You knocked on the door precisely three times, then waited patiently.

    “What do you want?” the door was pulled open to reveal a young man (suppose in his mid 20’s) looking at you with an annoyed expression. He had straight black hair, which was styled in an undercut curtain. You took notice the dark circles forming under his narrow gray eyes. The male raised a brow, waiting for you to speak out.

    “So uhm. . . look. I am your next-door neighbor and this may seem weird but I saw my cat in your window earlier and I think he might be cheating on me with you. I am sorry for the inconvenience but can I please have him back,” you rambled.

   The male blinked at you, processing your words. “Your cat cheated on you. . ?”

  You nodded.

   He seemed to glance back at the cat, before looking at you once more. “Make sure to keep an eye on him next time.” The male opened the door wide enough to let you inside his apartment.

   “Sir Meowsalaut you cheater! How could you do this to me!” you exclaimed once close enough to the feline. The cat yawned, then looked at you with bored eyes, its tail swaying slowly.

    “You call the cat ‘Sir Meowsalaut’?” the male questioned.

    You blinked. “Yeah. . .?”

    “That’s a shitty name.”

    You took great offense to that. “Hey! It’s a nice pun!”

    The male ignored your protest, preparing himself a cup of black tea. “Just hurry up and take the fat cat.”

    Pursing your lips, you picked up Sir Meowsalaut with all your might, he did gained weight after all. His chonky body pressed against yours. “Say. . . I didn’t catch your name,” you uttered.

     Your neighbor took a sip from his cup (in which he held in an odd way) before answering. “Levi.”

     “If you want, Levi. I could maybe treat you to brunch at some point? To make up for feeding this guy,” you suggested, pointing to Sir Meowsalaut.

    “Fine by me,” he replied.

    You beamed at him, before stepping out of his apartment. Perhaps you could forgive your cat and his infidelity, since you got a date with a cute guy next door.

      Sir Meowsalaut would 10/10 cheat again.

[weightlessrosewrites]

Shinsou Hitoshi x Fem! Reader

Quirkless Au!

Tw: None

Masterlist

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" ...sou? Shinsou? Oi, Hitoshi! "

Shinsou opened an eye to stare up at his friend. (Name) stared back down at him, an eyebrow quirked up. He noted that she looked displeased.

" Shinsou, you fell asleep halfway through my explanation of the dinner plans. " (Name) let out a sigh of annoyance.

He blinked slowly before rubbing his eyes then opening both of them. " Sorry (Name). I wasn't aware I was this tired. "

Shinsou sat up as (Name) heaved a sigh and moved away.

" Well I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. " She replied, though the tone of her voice said otherwise. He sighed.

" Tell me what you were talking about. " Shinsou insisted. (Name) gave him a quizzical before slumping her shoulders in submission, turning to face him properly.

" I was thinking since Izuku's birthday is coming up, we could do a dinner for him. He's been so busy lately. We could invite Izuku and his mom over, and if he wanted to bring one of his close friends, he could. " She explained

Shinsou shook his head in amusement. " There you go again, wanting to help everyone. " He teased lightly, running a hand through his already messy hair. (Name) huffed, pink spreading across her cheeks as she tossed an apple at his head, not that she hit her target of course.

" Well that wasn't very nice. " Shinsou commented, amusement dancing through his voice as he caught the apple easily. " You were totally throwing that with the intent to harm. " He tutted in a teasing tone.

(Name) turned away, and left the kitchen with a huff leading the lavender haired male wonder if he took his teasing to far. However upon hearing her answer her phone and start complaining, to whom he assumed was Midoriya, he knew he hadn't.

'A good thing,' Shinsou thought to himself as he got up to put the apple away. 'I'd rather not upset her again with my teasing... She just makes it so easy.'

Yes, the great Hitoshi Shinsou was maybe definitely smitten with his best friend, (Name). He couldn't have stopped it even if he wanted too. Shinsou simply couldn't say no when it came to (Name). Which is why they lived together, and had two cats. Though he wouldn't complain about the cats.

Shinsou set the apple down and left the kitchen to go to the livingroom, passing (Name) on the way there. She paid him no attention, which he expected. In the livingroom, however, Asami and Ren gave him lots of attention, play fighting for the best spot: Shinsou's lap.

It made him smile softly, the cats reminded him of reason's why he loved (Name).

Asami was a beautiful speckled gray cat, a long hair. She was calm and serene, walked around like she owned the place. She was the alpha. On the other hand, Ren was a short hair tuxedo. He was boisterous and playful. He was active and constantly annoyed Asami into playing with him. Though neither felines were particularly friendly towards strangers, and often hid when friends came over to hangout.

That was one thing that neither feline had in common with (Name). She was overly friendly, willing to help anyone with the drop of a dime. Shinsou assumed that's what made him fall in love with her. That, and the fact that she never left his side during highschool. Shinsou admired her. And he was seriously tired of not being able to tell her how much he loved her.

" ...shi? Hitoshi? Earth to Hitoshi! "

Shinsou blinked and looked up at (Name) who was standing behind the couch, leaning over him. (Name) smiled as he did.

" Oh so you are awake. " She giggled. Shinsou smiled faintly.

" Yes, sorry. I was thinking and I suppose I zoned out. " He admitted to the girl. She raised a brow.

" Must be important, I've been standing here trying to get your attention for a few minutes. " She replied, curiously.

" You could say she's pretty important, especially to me. " He replied in a thoughtful tone.

" She? Hitoshi has a crush? " (Name) asked curiously, biting her tongue at the jealously swelling in her heart.

Shinsou studied (Name) for a few minutes, noticing the underlying jealously in her voice. He was surprised to hear it.

" Yes, " He started. " Though I wouldn't say I've just got a crush. " Shinsou mused. " I'd say I'm completely head over heels in love with you. " He met her eyes again, and remembered how much he loved her eyes too. Currently, (Name)'s beautiful eyes were wide with surprise.

Awkward silence filled the air, neither one of them speaking as (Name) stared at Shinsou. He waited with baited breath. Maybe he was wrong and it wasn't jealously laced in her voice. Could he have misunderstood? But- ah, there it was. A nice red blush spread across (Name)'s cheeks as her mouth dropped.

" You what? " (Name) exclaimed, and Shinsou gave her that smile that she absolutely adored.

" I shouldn't have to repeat it, because I know you heard, but I will. I lov-mmf! " (Name) had quickly covered his mouth to hide that cheeky grin.

" I-I heard you, ass! " She whined, cheeks aflame. " You don't need to repeat yourself! "

Shinsou chuckled muffledly before moving her hands away from his mouth. " (Name)... I do love you, quite a bit. I have for a while. " Shinsou told her in a gentle voice. " But you know me. I don't ever say anything. I avoid the conflict. "

(Name) shook her head. " You should've said something! But at least I know the feelings are mutual. That makes me happy. " She smiled brightly at him, feeling silly for that spout of jealousy earlier.

" Ah, yeah? Good. That means I can do this. " Shinsou lifted his hands and placed them on (Name)'s cheeks, pulling her down gently.

" Wh-what? " She started going red again and a second later their lips met.

Immediately, (Name) melted into his touch, kissing back. The kiss itself didn't last very long, but it was soft and sweet, something (Name) wouldn't have expected from Shinsou, yet couldn't picture it being any different.

Pulling away, Shinsou smiled at her. He was glad his confession didn't make things awkward. He closed his eyes again, leaning back as she clambered over the couch to sit next to him.

Shinsou noted the weight on his lap lessoned, so he assumed one of the cats moved to (Name)'s lap, which confirmed by the giggle and cooing.

" Soooo.... " (Name) trailed off. " About that birthday dinner for Izuku- "

Shinsou cut her off. " -We can absolutely hold a birthday for Midoriya. I like him the most out of that weird group. Just no explosive blonde. "

(Name) giggled. " No Katsuki. Got it. "

[harryswatermelonsegment]

Fire For You

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles,Harry Styles/Omc x2

Rating : Strong R 100% porn w/o plot tbh

Warnings: *cracks knuckles* orgies,sex parties, anal sex, male oral sex, female oral sex, anal play, sub!dom play, drug use, vaginal penetration, squirting

A/N: Look, never posted fic. And I haven't checked anything 😳 Due to the heavily noted anon prompt fluttering around my dash that read: "My friend went to some weirdo eyes wide shut kind of party in the Hollywood Hills last year and overheard 'yeah you can't use that room, Harry Styles is high as fuck and getting railed by some dudes in there" plus that damn 🍉 video... well, I am at peak feral in quarantine and 3k of smut just popped right out. Title actually the Cannons song cos it's such a sex song innit? I'm doing this at 4.20am after starting this at 11pm my time so..good fucking night. ✌🏻🍉

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You were petrified. 

You'd moved halfway across the world with your best friend after a shitty person broke your heart and your spirits. 

A circumstantial opportunity had arisen to become her PA,after her chance audition for a series had turned into cult viewing overnight.

She was everything you weren't. Confident, effortlessly cool and entirely comfortable in her own skin and sexuality. That's why, as she sauntered away with a tuxedo clad tall stranger, you stood frozen on the spot trying to remember it was okay to watch. 

It had been her idea for you to submit an application after you'd said you needed to take risks and feel good in your skin again. Your best friend had told you you were wasting your youth, after years wasted on the ex you were in this country trying to forget. That you should embrace you were young, hot, single and getting older by the second. So you'd rolled your eyes and submitted your video application. You wouldn't get a reply for such an elite thing. 

And yet, here you now were, in a millionaires mansion watching two men fuck a bunny masked stranger infront of you. She looks up at you through the velveteen eye holes and offers you to join with her finger come hithering you over. Your eyes widen. 

You immediately remember your stiff upper lip and bound up the right hand staircase as fast as your heels will allow. Hoping to find a cool place to catch your breath. 

Maybe you weren't as free spirited as you were in your head. Open to trying things theoretically, but now, as you see a flurry of naked bodies out of your peripheral vision and hear sounds you'd only heard in more private settings, you felt quite overwhelmed. 

You were no virgin but not to say you could count on two hands your conquests past kissing either. 

You came to the one shut door at the end of the long hallway, assuming it was a bathroom. Heels clicking against the pristine marble floor below as you approached. You put your hand to the cold metal handle, if you weren't prepared to see strangers fuck, you certainly weren't prepared for this. 

There were five people in the room. 

Three men on the bed and two women. The first woman sat open thighed across a low backed plush chair. Another on all fours on the floor licking into the others cunt as one guy stuck his fingers into her own folds from behind. He was then, with the rest of his olive skinned built body, sharply thrusting into the man on the bed at such a pace you could hear his balls slap against the sweat glistening flesh. He held his hip nearest to you so tightly, you could see the red marks appear from under his large hands. 

The slender man receiving all this action was being silenced in his pleasure by the guy kneeling up in front of him. He hummed loudly through his nose as his mouth was busy bobbing up and down the guys length. Eyes closed in the orange low light as he was thrust into still, with such force he deep throated the guy he was swallowing down. He suddenly gagged and the man moaned then pulled his head away and nodded to signal if he was okay to continue, he agreed then he got right back down to business. 

It was probably one of the more explicit scenes she'd seen. Making her feel hot and cold all at once. Not because of what was happening, no, it was who it was. 

His face was disguised by a navy blue, high winged, theatrical mask. As were those involved, or some variation at least. 

You heard a voice beside you at the door frame. A deep voice talking to a white bunny beside him

"Nah, that rooms got enough going on, Harry Styles is high as fuck getting railed by two dudes" 

And that's all the confirmation you damn well needed. You'd been in L.A three weeks. Three weeks was all it had taken for you to be stood watching Harry fucking Styles getting Eiffel towered by two guys in the Hollywood Hills whilst you watched, mouth agape in barely any underwear. 

No one had seemed to notice your intrusion, if the screaming of the red head  in the chair reaching her climax was anything to go by. She rode out her high on the blondes face before getting up, lighting a joint and pulling the blonde up by roots. No real concern that she hadn't climaxed from Mr. Powerthrusts fingers yet. Dragging the young white cat back towards the door with a glistening mouth and chin, you were still entranced at the boy on the bed pooling your sheer briefs and the sight before you. 

The redhead looked at you, to where your focus was on, then back to you. Giving one condescending chuckle. Still with the small blonde girls hair in a vice hold she spoke roughly into your ear as she passed. 

"He's soft and ready to go sugar, strike whilst he's still loose" with that, she kisses your cheek and her Loboutins clicked away from you. 

You stood there. Tits up to your chin from the force of the practically sheer black bra you were spilling out of, the suspender belt grasped your hourglass shape perfectly too. There was delicate, black designer underwear framed by the belt and thigh high stockings. You'd felt beyond confident at the beginning of the party. New eyes dragging over you in a way they didn't when you were in your regular get up of jeans and a t shirt. But behind the Japanese type kitsune half mask, you had felt invincible.

Right up until the point people actually started fucking. 

But this, this was different. 

You'd never been into guy on guy action, not even in porn. It didn't ignite any fire inside the pit of your stomach like it should. But seeing someone you'd casually ogled through the media like the other few million in the world had, well the chances of being in this position again were rare. Suddenly, the thrill of being able to possibly turn dream into reality spurred you on. He'd never know it was ever you if you met again right? 

The three of them were still going at it. Powerthruster behind, contorting his face as he placed smack after smack across the pale flesh of Harry's ass. Grabbing a fistful in each hand as he sped up even more to reach his climax, he cried out when he did pulling Harry's hips flush against his own, it was only now, amongst all the activity that you notice Harry's cock for the first time. 

The rumours online highly underestimate it. 

He's long and thick and his drippy head is causing a string of pre cum to trail from its opening onto the white silk sheets below. 

You clamp a hand between your thighs, the first time you feel your inhibitions falter that night. You had to relieve some of the friction your body needs. Watching the man remove himself, and toss the condom in the bin by the door frame you were still fixed to. 

Harry scrambles to the other muscular guy infront of him, kneeling back on his calves, hissing a little as his legs under each cheek spread his already tender hole a bit. He doesn't miss a beat though, the already close to orgasming guy looking down at green doe eyes as he pushes Harry's mouth from him. Harry knows where this is leading and opens his mouth for him spill his seed onto his waiting tongue. 

By this point you'd moved quietly from the door and across the wall so you were in prime position to watch Harry swallow all this man's cum whilst you just stood watching. 

Feeling like a pervert, feeling turned on, feeling fucking everything to be frank. You'd question it later. Right now you needed Harry to touch you. 

One leg kicked up behind you so you could slightly part your thighs and rub your middle finger down your folds beneath your knickers. You began to put on a show. The other hand is inside your bra cupping and squeezing your nipple between your index and forefinger sharply. Panting quietly as you see Harry's eye clock you in his peripheral vision. You're terrified of his reaction for a second before remembering the setting of the evening, but he smirks the best he can do with an open mouth and looks you up and down slowly. His dick twitches in his lap and that's all it takes for you to start rubbing two soaked fingers fast against your clit, your ego inflated that you could be the cause of his heightened arousal. You're going at such a pace on yourself that you almost don't catch the ropes of cum descending into Harry's mouth as he watches you trying to get the release his actions have caused. The guy stills, spent. Harry is still watching you pant faster as you take the hand on your breast away to steady a palm against the wall. He holds the guys cum in his mouth before tearing his eyes away from yours to kneel up and place an opened mouthed kiss onto the guys lips, transferring him back into his own mouth, forcefully. Switching the dominant role back in his favour to show you who was really in control in the room despite how it may have looked. He breaks the kiss, both men chuckle at each other before Harry taps the other guys cheek with his palm playfully. Like his just scored a goal at the Sunday football league, but definitely not like they'd both shared a mouthful of semen. 

Your pace has slowed down slightly but you see him whisper something into the man's ear before he hops off the bed, grabbing only his black briefs and closing the door behind him. But not before saying "have fun" to you with a knowing wink. 

It suddenly feels very intimate. When there were a few more people in the room it felt easier to blend into the festivities, but now you were essentially alone with a stranger who was watching the slow movements of your hands in your underwear. You decided to carry on, to keep up the pretence that this is the sort of thing you do all the time of course. 

It wasn't. 

So when he stands straight up off the bed, taking the few steps towards you, slightly pouting into the air as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and gently grabs your wrist that leads to the hand on your pussy  bringing the two digits that had been furiously rubbing your clit, up to his mouth. He never breaks his gaze as he sucks them fully, with the same technique you'd just seen on that man's dick minutes previous. Closing his eyes and humming approvingly at your sweet taste. 

Your insides are screaming but your present body moans and he drops the hand to grab your waist and pull you tight to his torso. He kisses you hungrily and you taste mostly of yourself and try not to think about the other taste from the strangers cum on your tongue. 

He kisses you like he's getting to know you through this alone, grazing his palms from your waist to your shoulder blades then back down slowly to your ass, gripping it tightly to his body as he hooks a thigh over his hip. His cock is sandwiched between you, droplets of pre cum on both your bellies. The crotch of your underwear is rubbing his length slightly as you rock your hips down onto his. 

His tongue is lapping and swirling languidly against yours, it's unexpected given the setting but, it's fucking glorious. You grab fistfuls of curls at the back of his head between your fingers and once you get to the nape and give a sharp tug on the baby hair there, his breathing hitches. 

"You're quite good at this" he says casually,taking a breath. You pant in response and chuckle slightly. Mostly at the contrast of moods he appears to have. 

"Not s'bad yourself" you smile. 

There's a heartbeat whilst he takes in your accent similar to his own he pulls back, brows furrowed causing his forehead to wrinkle down slightly at the top of the blue mask. This isn't the time to get to know one another though, you get that, and despite your reservations on this place you suddenly don't give a shit. You push your mouth into his neck suckling lightly and finding a sweet spot at his pulse that has him shaking. His nimble pianist fingers undo the flimsy material of your bra as he goes back to the weirdly passionate make out session, you let it fall off your shoulders, shaking it down your arms to the ground. 

He walks you both back to the bed and sits down pulling you to straddle his thighs. You both moan at the reconnection and don't miss a beat rolling your hips over his slowly. Giving him a taste of what's to come. He grunts through his teeth out of frustration, pulling away from you both once more to reach blindly for the fishbowl of condoms, provided by the host, on the nightstand. 

"Fucked anyone else tonight?" he asks matter of factly. 

Your eyes looked shocked, even though they probably shouldn't be. You furiously shake your head. 

"Hm" he chuckles as you lay your hands in your lap submissively, he clearly notices and you see an eyebrow raise over the mask. "that mean you're a good girl?" 

Cottoning on to the game he's starting, and that you're more than willing to take part in, you take one side of your bottom lip between your teeth and nod quickly. 

This is an absolute fantasy. But you're aware you could get interrupted at any moment so you'll take what you can get before being pushed out, and no doubt off, this absolute wet dream of a man. 

He tears the packet open with his fingers, sitting back, a little hunched over to roll the rubber down his length. He hisses at the brief contact after being edged so much the last hour or so. You start to wonder how he's keeping up his stamina before he sits back up, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and interrupts. 

"Gonna be a good girl f'me then love?" he leans forward places wet opened mouth kisses at each of your breasts in between his words, looking you straight in the eye. "Gonna slip those pants to the side and get on me then?" 

No sooner had he spoke, you were grabbing his cock in your palm with one hand, and pulling the crotch of your soaked fabric to one side with the other. You hadn't done this in a fair few months and definitely never taken a cock as big as his, but your arousal was so high that you were desperate for the sweet pain of being stretched around him. You pumped him barely as to not roll up the condom, just grazing him and feeling him twitch in your fist as he watched you briefly stick two fingers into your cunt. The wetness being heard as you opened your mouth and gasped at the sensation. You didn't want to waste anymore time checking you were prepared so you scooted forwards on his lap. Brushing his swollen head against your clit, before tapping it a few time as you sunk down onto his length. It burned so good as you got to about halfway before lifting yourself up and sinking down again further. It took three times of doing that to be completely seated and drowning his cock in your juices as your pelvises locked together. You both took a second to pant out curses against each others necks. 

"Jesusfuck. You're so fuckin' tight. Can you move? Fuck! Please move" he strained into your throat. 

You sat back a bit so you were facing one another and with fingers pulling at those nape hairs you reconnected your mouths before rolling your hips experimentally against his. 

"Oh fuuuuck" you shot out, the feeling of him so deep inside you and him pressing against your clit was other worldly. The friction of the underwear you still had on, gathered between your folds and caused the sweetest friction. He grunted once as your jaw lay slack at the contact, before getting impatient and guiding your hips to slam into him harder as he thrust up at the same time. 

Your head was spinning. 

His strong hands pulled you close to him he smeared your lips together as he flipped you so he was on top, manoeuvring you up the bed and slightly diagonal so his feet didn't dangle off the edge. 

It became a power battle then. You knew he was on the edge and holding back. He pulled a leg to hitch around his waist and thrust into you at speed. Enough to leave you sore tomorrow. You smirked into his mouth, pulling both up further to lock behind his neck, knowing the angle would make it so much tighter and so much easier to reach that sweet spot inside you. With your head thrown back at the new angle he began leaving marks around your neck and breasts, trying so hard not to cum before you. 

Then you had a brilliant, foolproof idea of how to win this game. As he was preoccupied leaving a red mark against your clavicle, you sucked your middle finger into your mouth for your planned attack. Before you could do anymore though, he moved two of his digits against your soaked clit at speed, tapping every now and then and making you writhe and grip the sheets with overstimulation. You held off best you can but he was hitting that spot that few had taken much longer to find before. You knew what was coming but it was too late to warn him. 

Your orgasm took over your body from the middle down to your toes and up until your eyes practically rolled back in your head. You heard the lewd, wet sounds his thrusts were still making and wanting to even things up you made a quick recovery enough to part your mouth and make your middle finger drip with saliva as you gripped his ass to guide him into you. You could tell by his speed he was almost there so you went between his cheeks with your slick finger and suddenly buried it inside him to the hilt. He was still stretched from the previous guy so you sink to the knuckle easily. It only took two movements to feel him spill inside you. Long drawn out moans left his lips like a dirty drawl from his throat. You took out your finger and went slack onto the mattress. 

He was spent but he wasn't done. 

As he pulled out of you carefully, gushes of your cum cascaded down onto the expensive sheets. If he didn't know you were a squirter, he did now. He stared watching it fall from your weepy hole blind removing the condom and tossing it into the bin behind. 

"Holy fuck. I.. I've never managed that before. You're a fucking dream….so fucking sexy. Fuck" he looked at you like a feast. Your saturated underwear stretched out beyond repair now. Laying against your thigh and the material dripping. He pulled the stockings from their clips quickly, not taking them off but so he could peel the knickers from your sticky thighs. You noticed he threw them down near what you assumed to be his tux. 

And that was it, he pushed your thighs up and back to your body so your knees were flush against your chest. You felt some of your cum still seeping out if you and he growled watching the last few drops drip down your bum and onto the bed. 

He dove into you like he'd not eaten in weeks. Lapping every bit of fluid from your pussy, clit, thighs and ass. He licked around your puckered hole as he sink two fingers into your cunt at pace. 

"You got one more in there for me hmm?"

He said huskily, keeping one arm across your thighs as he sat up on his haunches to look down on you falling apart. You nodded frantically, feeling the bubbles in your stomach growing again. You felt the pressure build between your thighs. Completely living in this moment with this beautiful man you got to see so desperate for you to cum. He dived back in to trace figure eights across your clit with the tip of his tongue before laying it flat and going up over it again and again. He alternating the two before you were ready to burst. He felt it on his fingers so he stilled them inside you still lapping at clit but using his whole arm to move at speed up and down to keep pushing at that one ridge inside you. When he felt the first wave of your climax hit he quickly put his face infront of your cunt and let the force of your squirt hit him the face. He caught a good amount in his mouth before repeating the signature move of crawling back up to your face and getting your soft, limp body to open up so he could spit your cum back into your mouth. It was tart but sweet probably due to the pina coladas you'd sipped downstairs to get you loosened up a bit. 

"Good girl. Swallow, show me y've swallowed it all up" he panted kneeling at your side. 

You gulp and meekly open your mouth to prove it was all gone and he smirks and gives you a slow, lazy Sunday kind of kiss that sends its shivers down your spine. You stare at each other as he sweeps your sweet drenched hair from the front of your face. You're not sure what suddenly changed in the room but you've created your own bubble. Your own bubble where a millionaire pop star a Jenner has shagged, whispers praises against the shell of your ear in some sort of awe and kisses your neck and face tenderly. What even is life? 

It's stupid but you don't want to go. Well, it's not stupid as this boy is a hurricane in the sheets and why would you not want more!

But you know the deal. This isn't a date. This is an elite fuck party. A. Fuck. Party. 

The realisation dawns on you like a thorn to the side. You can't just lay here in a post orgasmic comatose state. There's people waiting, people he's waiting on too. He sees your eyes widen and watches in confusion as you take a white robe from the hook behind the door, still in your heels you pick up your bra. You smile briefly before closing the door behind you and practically sprinting to your car. 

Not before seeing the guy Harry had been deepthoating earlier, now standing fully clothed with a headset at the door you'd just come out of with a suit and headset on. Like nothing had ever happened. Of course you weren't interrupted. Of course he had security. You rush back down the staircase before you have a panic attack in plain sight. Your thoughts scrambled beyond what you thought was capable. Did that really just happen? With him? Is this who you are now?

It's only when you get to the end of the street after texting a quick "sorry wasn't my scene, call me when you need picking up" to your mate before leaving that you're suddenly aware you're missing your underwear...