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A Failed Betrothal (4)

Am I doing this right? I mostly do write this when I am between the state of sleep and awareness. Hope you enjoy this.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1) (Part 3)

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PART 4

Marinette came to a dungeon cell with two other prisoners. One of them was awake and he looked vaguely familiar. The other had an ugly red helmet that didn’t help with the headache she had.

“Do you know where we are?” She asked the handsome stranger with beautiful green eyes, her throat a little dry.

Wait. Handsome?

No bad Marinette. Don’t fall for fellow prisoners, no matter how cute he looks. Oh Kwamis, she was already screwed.

He still hadn’t replied. Maybe he didn’t understand French. She tried to ask again in another language before her enhanced hearing picked up the sound of footsteps. She faked unconsciousness. Later, she heard the iron door open. She looked through the tiniest slits of her eyes she could muster while the two held a staring/glaring match. Oh shit, that’s the fame Talia Al Ghul, daughter of Ra’s, head of the League of Shadows, and the boy she was glaring at had some resemblance to her, so he must be her son, Dennis? Daniel? Damon?

"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."

Ohh..Damian. Where had she heard that name before?

"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"

Ouch, that hurts. Well, Damian, just because I forgot your name does not mean you can call me a little girl. I can also kill you very easily and painfully.

“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”

“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Red Helmet, Jason, is officially not going on her hit list for his atrocious fashion choices. But that red monstrosity still needs to go.

"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."

Marinette felt her hair being yanked. A little pain was expected but the really sharp claws digging into her scalp was not. Making her cry and tear up.

”I am so sorry, kit.” Plagg whispered in the kwami language, loosening his claws.

"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Damian growled out.

Geez, thanks for the compliment, it’s not like you ever had a tiny cat dig its claws into your scalp out of surprise. (Damian once had a kitten thrown at his head and if he knew about Plagg, he would have been sympathetic.) Marinette started begging for mercy, hoping they would buy the helpless girl out of the suit that is ill-suited for the job she had been chosen for and had no idea on how to escape.

“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.”

Oh kwamis, what did she ever do to have such a picky groom? The more he insults her, the less she wants to be married to him.

"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection."

Great, another reason to stop her mother from killing a senile old man.

"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."

So that’s where she heard it from. The boy was the son of the daughter of a guy who leads a secret order of assassins and a man that owns a multi-million business. How even did a billionaire meet an assassin, ends up in bed with her and lives? Something to think about for later. She quieted down her sobs, (beat that acting, Rossi) kept her voice low to hatch out a plan with Plagg in the kwami language while the mother-son duo bickered.

“Hey, Plagg before you go, you think I can do that thing, the one which your one of your past holders from Japan can do.”

“You have a lot of potential for destruction but you have not used the ring for a long time yet so I am not sure.”

“I will give it a go anyways. Nothing to lose after all. See you later, Plagg.” Marinette smiled, one that drove fear into the hearts of even the bravest of people. Plagg returned it, already loving the new Guardian before zipping out of the cell to do some scouting. Using the enhanced strength the French superheroine got from prolonged use of the Miraculous, she yanked the chains of the walls and wrapped them around Talia’s neck, cutting off her air supply.

The League of Assassins thought that they could kidnap her and get away with it. But they were no match for the daughter of Sabine Cheng, the deadly Blue Reaper. A high ranking member from the group of assassins and mercenaries called the Guild of Night, who had semi-retired. Kidnapping her was a bad move to make as it meant they had declared war on the Guild, despite the reason behind her abduction having a completely different intention.

She whispered as such to the older woman in her tight grip, making sure the League would know how much they had fucked up. After dropping the limp body, she took a deep breath and tried channeling some of her energy for what she was about to do.

Well, here goes nothing.

She breathed out on the shackles, turning it to rust.

Success!

She introduced herself as Lady and concentrated the energy from before into her hand, forming inky black orbs of destruction in order to free her fellow captives. She felt a little drained from doing magic out of the suit and tried not to show it. Plagg returned, informing her of where the Ra’s and the Pits were. She grinned at the thought of showing old Ra’s who the boss is and made sure he regretted ever messing with her. She explained about Plagg as vaguely as she can, no need to let anyone know about the miraculous than necessary. Sure her plan sounds insane but the boys don’t know who they were with.

She would worry about that curse after she got out of Nanda Parbat. Although she could probably find something in the grimoire to reverse it, she was still an amateur at magic so it was best to have a professional to take care of it. Marinette didn’t want to be with such an asshole, no matter how striking he looks in those regal robes.

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Picking off the League assassins, one by one was easy especially in her transformed state. She hadn’t appraised her suit properly but from what she had seen, it wasn’t like Chat Noir’s leather get-up. She was armoured in vital areas and her colour scheme was mainly black with green accents. There were vials that were probably poisons and pouches which she decided to look at later. She still had a long braid as a tail from her brief stint as Lady Noire and she wondered why her suit was different. While hiding in a niche she found, she called the bakery via the comm in one of her various pouches.

“Hello?”

“Papa, it’s me, Marinette. Do you know where Maman is?”

“She went out of Paris, talking about how this League must pay. I think she is meeting up with several of her old friends. Are you alright, my little blossom? I know you can take care of yourself but I worry.” The relief in Tom’s voice was palpable. However, she was right and the Guild was going to war against the League. Marinette was adored by nearly everyone in the Guild due to her strangely bubbly and cheery personality in the harsh and brutal lifestyle.

“I am fine, Papa. Did Maman use the Horse to leave? And how are my friends?” She knew they might be in a panic after her disappearance.

“I think she did. I didn’t see Kalki when I went to feed the kwamis. Your friends panicked when they found out you were kidnapped. But they are fine now, mostly worried about you. Took care of some akumas and senti monsters by themselves. I think your fencer friend, Kagami, knows more about the League than she lets on.” Of course, she does. Her mother was a member of the Guild before being blinded due to a mission. Kagami and her actually first met during a reunion party of sorts.

“Thank you, Papa. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She hung up and dialed the personal phone number her mother uses that only Marinette and her father knows about. She waited for the call to connect, trying to think of ways to stop her mother from storming into the League’s base of operation.

“Maman, it’s me. I know you want to attack the League right this minute. But I have a better plan. Can you get Tikki’s earrings from Alix? We can use them and the ring to destroy the Lazarus Pits. Make them really angry.” She peeked out of the niche she was hiding in. She had been there for a while and needed to move to gain some grounds.

“Where are you? And are you okay?” Panic and worry filled her usually composed mother’s voice.

“I am somewhere in Nanda Parbat and I am fine. I was nearly married off to Talia’s son but I am not now. I think.” Marinette replied. Better to rip that band-aid off before she showed up with her would-have-been-husband. She jumped out of the niche and looked

“Kalki, Full Gallop. Okay, we will talk about the ‘nearly married’ part later. What was this plan to destroy the Lazarus Pits?” Sabine thought she was already used to Marinette’s brand of craziness that was her normal but apparently, not.

“I am currently on my way there. Plagg said we need Tikki to get rid of them. Since the League pissed me off and by extension you and the rest of the Guild, I thought our first move against them is to destroy the Pits and a trail of bodies. By the way, can you get some cheese for Plagg?” Marinette ran through the halls, knocking out some poor sod with a whack on the head.

Silence. She thought Sabine had hung up when-

“Voyage. Alix, where are you? We need Tikki for one of Marinette’s insane plans. And Marinette, stay safe, sweety, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“Bye, Maman. See you there.”

Marinette turned another corner, the last one before the path that leads to the entrance where the Lazarus Pits were. She only managed to find it with Plagg’s voice in her head, whispering directions and Tikki’s luck. Unfortunately, the luck ran out because the entrance had a lot of guards who had spotted her.

Crap.

She hoped her mother would get here soon. Thankfully, being transformed gave her a boost and would help her to hold her ground for a while.

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Damian and Red Hood followed the trail of unconscious bodies and sounds of fights, trying to find Lady. Damian was impressed at the level of her skills to defeat many of the League’s assassins although he could probably do better. They relied on his memory to find the Lazarus Pits which was their best bet to finding her as she claimed to be able to destroy them. If Lady possessed such powers, they must find out whether she is a threat to the world or not. And also break the infernal curse they have.

Red Hood was silent mostly. He made a few jabs about how kick ass his ‘bride’ was and how the current Robin should not let her get away. Damian tried really hard not to just maim his adopted brother and also ignore that little fluttering in his chest that happened every time they saw an unconscious assassin left behind by Lady. The sounds of fighting got louder as they got nearer to the entrance. They turned the final corner to see Lady fighting against the guards who outnumbered her. But she seemed to be doing fine against them. Mostly.

One had slipped through her defenses and nearly stabbed her in the back if it weren’t for Damian grabbing one of Red Hood’s guns and shooting a rubber bullet to the neck. He jumped into the fight, grabbing the fallen assassin’s sword and taking out the knife he got from his mother. Jason joined in too, not going to let the two teens have all the fun.

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“Thanks for the save, Al Ghul but I don’t know why you bothered when me being dead would solve your curse problem.” Lady said as the guards laid around them and they tried to catch their breath.

“It’s Wayne. I go by Wayne these days. Being an Al Ghul is not something I learned to be proud of. And as much as I don’t want this curse, your death is not worth that price.” he replied, “Although, I have to wonder why you would choose to die rather than live.”

She chuckled, “Okay, Wayne, to answer your question. Petty teenage drama makes death much more preferable. On top of that, I have responsibilities that I was practically forced into for doing one little act of kindness.” Her tone was joking but there was a touch of bitterness in it. It made Damian want to find out what caused it. Red Hood looked at her in concern. Lady went down the stairs, ignoring their reactions to her words. They followed her, not wanting to lose sight of her again.

The Lazarus Pits emitted a green glow that lit up the cave and cast strange shadows on the walls. At the edge of the glowing toxic green waters was a woman in dark blue clothing and strangely enough wearing sunglasses. Strapped to her sides were two Dao, ancient Chinese swords. She wore a vindictive expression on her face as she stood staring at the green lake, likely to kill anyone who gets in her way. Damian didn’t recognize the woman as part of the League but taking no chances, he got into a fighting stance and Hood did the same. Lady calmly approached the woman. He reached out to grab her to stop her suicidal nature when she shocked him by speaking to the blue-clad assassin in French,

“Hey, Maman, sorry I am late. I had a little trouble with the guards upstairs. You have Tikki?”

Lady’s mother rushed to hug her, “灵儿 (líng er), I am just glad you are alright. I knew you could handle yourself.”

How the hell did Lady’s mother get to the Lazarus Pits faster than them and snuck past several vigilant guards? Before Damian could question further, a red blur appeared and went to Lady’s face, hugging her cheek. It appeared to be the same size as Plagg but was red, looked like a bug and had a black dot on its forehead.

“Oh, Marinette, you are alright. I was so worried when your mother showed up, saying you were kidnapped and needed my earrings to escape.” Unlike Plagg’s nasally voice, her voice was sweet and shrill.

So, my bride’s name is Marinette. Such a unique name for an intriguing girl.

Wait what?

Wayne, stop thinking such ridiculous notions. That is probably the curse working. Resist against it. He will not be ensnared in the traps of such magic. He hoped that the curse will be reversed before he turns and act like those fools in Grayson’s idiotic shows or Todd’s ‘secret’ romance novels.

“I am fine now. See,” reassured Lady, “We actually need you and Plagg to reverse the Lazarus Pits to what it was before someone made the wish that resulted in them in the first place. Oh, I almost forgot. Plagg, claws in.”

Green light flashed, leaving Lady in her wedding robes (which actually flatter her body. Shit. Think of something else. Drake with a smug superior smile that needs to be wiped off his face. Grayson and his plans for ‘family bonding’) and Plagg to reappear.

“Cheese.” whined the cat-like kwami(?) to which the older woman held out a brown bag that smelled and made Plagg perk up in delight. He proceeded to open the bag, taking out a slice of stinky cheese, muttering about the greatness of camembert.

Todd cleared his throat and asked in English, “Umm...Pixie as much as your reunion is touching. Who’s the new lady?”

“Oh Right, sorry. Well, Red Hood, this is my mother, the Blue Reaper of the Guild of Night. Maman, this is Red Hood and the one next to him is my husband-to-be and Talia’s Spawn, Damian Wayne.”

Lady introduced them, also in English. Damian stilled in fear, recognizing the name. The Blue Reaper nearly became his mother-in-law. She was famous for her efficiency and ruthlessness. And gained her nickname from the blue clothing she often wore as she killed her targets. His eyes also widened at how his grandfather had gone a little too far now by kidnapping the Reaper’s daughter. There were other organizations that could possibly take down the League if it weren’t for the somewhat truce between Ra’s and the other leaders. The Guild was one of them and having the Lazarus Pits to revive their soldiers made the League a little more powerful. But if what the mother-daughter duo were planning succeeded, then the League was going to have one of its most deadly wars in its history and would probably never recover from.

“Tikki, Plagg, you guys ready?” asked Lady.

“Yes, Guardian.” They both replied and emitted a blinding red and green light which Damian shielded his eyes from. When it died down, the Lazarus Pits no longer glowed a toxic green and looked… like normal hot spring water.

“Oh. I wished I could see Ra’s face when he finds out.” Lady laughed. Plagg and Todd joined in.

“Pixie, I am beginning to like you.”

“Voyage. That being said, it’s time to go home, Marinette. Your father must be worried sick about us by now. I hope you boys can find your own way back.” A portal opened up, showing a cozy living room. Damian grabbed Lady’s wrist as she moved towards it.

“Wait, let us come with you. We need to contact someone to get rid of the curse on both of us. And we can also call our father to send us tickets for a ride home wherever you live.”

“Curse? Marinette, you never mentioned a curse in your call.” Blue Reaper said, raising her eyebrow.

“I will explain later. They can come with us and I am pretty sure Ra’s knows that we have escaped by now.” Lady grabbed the two brothers and dragged them through the portal.

She then threw herself onto the couch after releasing her hold on them and the two pocket gods went to comfort her after her ordeal. The Blue Reaper stood where the other portal was and fed a floating tiny gray horse, that must be the same species as Tikki or Plagg, some sugarcubes.

“You boys must be tired but the showers are upstairs and we might have some clothes your size. Dinner will be ready in an hour. You can stay the night if you want. Welcome to Paris.”

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(Part 5)

[avionvadion]

It’s finally dooooneeeeee. Now I can go back to the animatic, lol. My backgrounds suck when it’s not nature, but I tried. XD Part three of chapter 17 for my fanfic, Forest Deep. There’s nothing quite like listening to the original soundtrack when drawing the original (and only) Lord Sesshomaru and Inugang. Yashahime doesn’t exist.

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/24115702/chapters/58056064

Story Snippet:

I barely got two steps in through the doorway when there was a loud meow and I was catching a familiar cat demon in my arms, the kitten curling against my chest and licking the blood off my face. I stumbled and caught myself, standing still for a second as I processed this. I held her up, staring at her big red eyes in shock.

"K-Kirara?"

A voice from inside called out my name and very soon a young brunette came rushing out, barreling into me as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Sesshōmaru and Jaken waited outside in the hallway, stopping as if they knew what was about to transpire. "Irene! Do you have any idea how worried I was about you!?"

"S-Sango?" She held me so tight she was shaking. Relief washed over me and I leaned into the touch, having a bit of trouble reciprocating before Kirara climbed onto my head. I clung to her kimono, burying my face in her shoulder. "I-I was so scared that- ohhh, I'm so glad you're safe!"

"I should be saying that about you!" She pulled away, grasping my shoulders. Her eyes widened and she then reached up, resting the back of her hand against my face. "Irene, you're burning up! Your eyes are all red and puffy, too. Were you crying again? Your wounds are still bleeding, too! How much blood have you lost? I'm surprised you're still even able to walk!"

I laughed weakly through the mask, pulling back a hand and tapping at the object. "Mostly because of sheer willpower and this. Think you can make me one sometime? I love it."

"It might take a while, but sure. I'll have to collect the demon bones necessary to do so." She looked over her shoulder, calling out to the others. "Everyone, look! Inuyasha was right; Irene is here! She's safe!"

Kagome brought a hand to her chest, letting out a small sigh. "That's a relief. I'm glad."

"Me too." Miroku smiled. "We were getting a bit stressed out waiting for you. We feared the worst might have happened."

Inuyasha scoffed, crossing his arms. "I told 'em not to worry. You can be pretty useless most of the time, but you always pull through in the end. Still…" His ear twitched and he glanced uncomfortably at the doorway. I wondered if he could smell the demons I was travelling with. I sincerely hoped he was not the brother I thought he was. Could he smell Sesshōmaru?

I was never able to ask, for Sango pulled me back into another hug. "I'm so sorry. I wanted to go after you when I saw Kirara was alone, but more and more corpses were gathering and it would be too dangerous if we were all together. We figured you'd be safer by yourself than with us."

"N-No! No, it's okay. I mean, there was a whole horde of them on like several levels that tried to kill me, but…"

Sango moved back a step, leaning away so she could brush the bangs out of my face. I was sweating badly, covered in dirt and blood- both dry and fresh. I must look like a mess to them. Sango was smiling so warmly it got rid of all the words I was going to say.

Shippō spoke up from his spot on Miroku's arm. "How come you had such trouble getting here?" He asked, confused. "We didn't encounter any demons or undead on our way up here."

"They smell vitality," Miroku said, his eyebrows knitting together, "By all means they should have went after those of us that were in groups of two. How come they all went after you? Did Naraku somehow order them to-"

"Uh, actually I think it was…" I hesitated, catching everyone's attention. Inuyasha scowled, his ears twitching as his eyes once again flicked to the doorway behind me. He was really unnerved by their scents, wasn't he? I suppose I should tell them. "I think it was because there were three of us? I mean, a larger group to track and all that…"

Kagome looked dumbfounded. "Three of you? You mean you weren't alone? We were all up here, so how could you have-"

As if deciding now was the time to reveal himself, the silver-haired man known as Sesshōmaru entered the room. Kirara's fur stood on end when she saw him walk up behind me, the demon far too close for her liking, and she began to hiss. Sango's eyes widened immediately and she wasted no time in hoisting me up onto her shoulder, causing me to yelp as she suddenly jumped back closer to the rest of the group in an attempt to get away from him. The cat demon leaped down to the floor and transformed, snarling at the man.

Everyone else readied their weapons, Inuyasha pushing Kagome behind him as he unsheathed tetsusaiga. "Sesshōmaru!" The half-demon growled. "What are you doing here!?"

Were they seriously going to attack him? This is not okay. Nope. I wiggled my legs and struggled in Sango's grasp, the woman loosening her hold in surprise. She wasn't used to me resisting her protection. I ripped the mask off my face- leaving it to dangle around my neck- and I stumbled over to the full-blooded demon, alarmed and very much panicking. "W-Wait! Don't… Don't attack him! Please!? H-He was really nice and helped me get here!"

Sesshōmaru's golden eyes followed me as I made my way in front of him, watching as I held my hands out defensively as if to protect him. Which, admittedly, was a little ridiculous because he needed no one to shield him. I was just scared and, even now, I was struggling for oxygen.

"Nice?" Sango echoed, stunned. "You can't be serious."

Inuyasha scoffed at my words, unable to believe what he was seeing. "Get away from him, Irene! Sesshōmaru doesn't have the heart to be nice. All he has is a hollow where a heart should be! I bet he was gonna kill you once he got what he wanted."

"What?" I've seen Inuyasha angry before, but this was pure bitterness that was in his voice. He almost sounded afraid. "B-But… he protected me! The zombies were about to kill me when Sesshōmaru showed up! He… He saved me from several demons and dozens of undead! He isn't the bad guy, I promise!"

Sesshōmaru actually scoffed when he saw the way Inuyasha was looking at him. "So, little brother, this human woman is indeed your friend? I suspected as much."

My eyes went wide and I looked up at him. He knew all along? Was my hinting that obvious? How come he let me live? If he truly was related to Inuyasha and was the villain everyone painted him out to be, by all means I should not be alive right now. He seemed so tolerable of me, a human, so did he really hate him for being a half-demon? I didn't understand.

"What of it?" Inuyasha demanded, snapping at Sesshōmaru. He gripped the handle of tetsusaiga anxiously, ready to fight if need be yet clearly scared of this opponent. It was a completely different side to him. "You gonna kill her now? I don't know why, but you seem to have her brainwashed into thinking you're some kind of compassionate demon! How about you show her your true colors, huh?"

"T-True colors? What?" I'm so lost. Sesshōmaru stepped forward, pushing me back with his hand and out of his way. His hand reached for the other sword, the one I had yet to see him use. "So you are his older brother?"

Kagome nodded fervently. "Yes! He's the one we told you about- and he's ruthless! Get away from him while you can!"

"I…" I really didn't want to. I trusted Sesshōmaru. He scared me a little at first, but he's been so kind. He protected me, honoring the deal we made, and while there was nothing to be gained from freeing the souls of the dead he did it anyway. "I don't…"

I don't think he's a bad person.

"Irene." I snapped my head up, staring at Sesshomaru with wide eyes. It was the first time he called me by name. I hadn't even thought he remembered it. The demon wasn't looking at me, instead focusing his attention on Inuyasha and the others, watching them closely. The demon removed his hand from his sword, standing upright and narrowing his eyes. "You've completed your side of the bargain. You are no longer under my protection."

"Uh, o-okay?" That came out of nowhere. "D-Does that mean I should back away from you now or…?"

He glanced at me from the corner of his eyes before turning away. Sesshōmaru no longer appeared as if he were going to battle the others, sliding a foot forward to walk away. "Do what you will." He told me, moving ahead and stepping past the others. Inuyasha called out to him, demanding he turn back and fight him, but Sesshōmaru paid him no heed. "Jaken, let's go."

The imp yelped and hurried forward, not wanting to be left behind. "Y-Yes, Lord Sesshōmaru!"

[caramelslate]

Day 3 of Moms Made Fullmetal Week!

Prompt: Disappointment or Apologies or Grounded 

AO3 link is here.

Enjoy reading!

“Ed?”

Trisha Elric hated scolding the kids. It is fortunate for her to be given two sons that are mostly well behaved. Although her older one is a bit short-tempered and would throw some tantrums every now and then. But that’s common with kids and it’s nothing she couldn’t handle. Most of the townsfolk often admire her sons for being so mild-mannered compared to other more rambunctious kids.

However, this is clearly a different scenario.

He punched another kid and broke his nose?  Trisha stared at the piece of note asking her to come to school tomorrow and explaining the reason why.

Ed couldn’t do that. Well, he easily gets angry, especially when teased but she has never seen him get at least a bit violent. But now, she really needs to know the truth straight from her son. Trisha crouched, brought her eye level to Ed and stared at her eldest in the eyes, and asked, “Did you really punch him?”

Ed looked down at his shoes then to the side, literally looking anywhere else other than back at her and her heart sank. He always does when he does something wrong. She got her confirmation a few seconds later with a small “Yes.” She sighed in disappointment. What is happening?

Ed spoke up, “But Mom, they were taking Al’s lunch yesterday, I saw it happen.” Trisha’s eyes went wide and her head went flying towards her younger son, Al, who was silently sitting by the kitchen. “Al, honey, come here.” With slow steps, Al shuffled to her side. He is chewing on his bottom lip and burning a hole on the floor. She asked it if it was true and for the second time, her heart sits in the pits of her stomach as Al quietly nods his head.

“For how long?” Trisha quietly asked Al. She knew between the two boys, Al was the more soft-hearted one. He gives tiny pieces of bread to pigeons in the backyard and sneaks little kittens into his room. She was afraid that this personality of his might make him a target at school.

She reached out and smoothed his head to comfort the boy. Trisha sighed and sank down the chair and faced her two boys. “Al, the next time that happens, I want you to go talk to your teachers. If not, you talk to me okay? I don’t want you to be taken advantage of in school or anywhere. It is never wrong to tell someone if you’re not comfortable in a situation. Understood?”

Al nodded and several strands of blond hair fell down his forehead, as his eyes filled up with unshed tears. He needs a haircut soon, Trisha thought.

Now, turning to her oldest, “Edward,” she began and Ed slightly flinched. “You know it’s not good for you or anyone for that matter to hit other people. Even if they hurt someone you love. If someone tries to hurt the people you protect, find another way to protect them. Violence is never the answer. Remember that.”

Ed sullenly nodded his head. “I know you love your brother. But sometimes you’ve got to take the high road and forgive. Find a way to get out of that situation without hurting anyone. You’re smart. You’re the smartest kid I know. You’ll find a way.”

Ed suddenly rushes into her arms and whispers “Sorry, Mom.” in a broken voice, almost crying.

Trisha is taken aback. Ed never cries, he’s usually not comfortable showing emotions, unlike Al who wears his heart on his sleeves. She reaches out to Al, inviting him in their little circle and Al runs and throws his little limbs around them both.

They’re going to be okay.

Trisha pulls away, “Now, I want you both to know that things like these have consequences. No alchemy for a week. You boys go outside and play with other kids or go to the Rockbells. Starting today.” Both boys’ jaws dropped open. It’s hilarious how some parents have to take away toys or make them stay inside during punishments like this. But with two aspiring alchemists under her roof, both boys kind of forget how much time passes when they’re inside their father’s library. She had to sometimes fetch them because they forget to come down during lunch. It’s amazing how much they are similar to Van when it comes to these little things.

Van, look at our boys, they’re getting bigger every day. I just hope you were here to see it.

“If I see anyone sneaking around and doing alchemy, it will be extended for a day for both of you. Understood?” They both nod, shoulders dropped, and their faces dejected.

Trisha stands up, “Now you two, come help me set the table for dinner. Just because you’re grounded, doesn’t mean you don’t get pie for dessert.” Suddenly the twin faces of dejection turn to two bright smiles and arguing over who gets to set the table better. Trisha looks at the brothers and permits her lips for a soft smile.

The next day, Trisha sorted out Ed’s situation at school. Obviously, the other boy’s mother displayed annoyance as she apologized for Ed’s behavior. She told the headmistress about Ed's reason and agreed that it did not (and never will be) justify Ed's actions. With this new information, the other parent’s eyes went wide and directed a glare to her own son, who suddenly became interested in the fraying hem of his coat. At the end of the meeting, the other was alternating between apologizing profusely to Trisha and shooting looks at her son. Trisha assured her that it would be okay and that Ed swears it won’t happen again.

When Trisha was on her way home, she passed by Pinako with little Winry in tow.

“Trisha! How was the school meeting?” Pinako asked as a way of greeting. She was wearing a traveling coat and had a small briefcase with her.

Trisha smiled. “Nothing new. I’m just glad Ed’s not getting suspended or something. He just had to do extra work at school for the teacher along with the boy he punched.” She quickly explained the situation to which Pinako hummed her agreement.

“I am sorry, dear. But I had to leave for Rush Valley immediately.” Pinako explained when Trisha asked where she was going. Apparently, one of her local clients had called for her to fix his automail while he’s in Rush Valley as he’s in no condition to travel to Resembool to get it fixed.

Pinako clasped her hands together, “Would it be too much of a bother to leave Winry with you for at least two days? I can’t bring her with me right now as she just got better from having the flu.”

Trisha didn’t even hesitate to say yes. “It’ll be refreshing having another girl in the house. It’ll be better since both boys are grounded. They have to find something else to do.” Trisha smiled at the little girl, who she just noticed was silently crying. She turned to look at Pinako and the older woman explained, “She wanted to come along but I really couldn’t take her. It’ll be more difficult for both of us if she gets sick again.”

Trisha nodded and then turned to the little girl and said, “You know, I have some extra apples at home. Would you like to help me make a pie? I’d like a little helper with me because Ed just likes to eat and Al makes too much of a mess because he’s still a little boy. You’re a big girl now, right?”  Almost immediately, Winry stopped crying and stared at her with watery eyes. “I am a big girl now.” she hiccupped in the most adorable way and smiled. “I’ll help you!” The girl took off to the direction of her house yelling out that she’s going to have pie for dinner.

Pinako looked after her with a small smile on her face. “She is so full of energy, I can barely keep up. Her parents sent her a letter this morning. She ran around the house almost tearing the letter up.” Pinako’s son and his wife are doctors shipped to the military and left Winry in the care of her grandmother who owns an automail shop. The couple barely had the chance to bid them farewell before both were shipped to the war front.

“Don’t worry, Pinako. I’ll look after her while you’re gone.” Trisha said, resting her hand on Pinako’s shoulder to reassure the older woman.

Pinako smiled, a small weight lifted off her chest. She put her wrinkled hand on top of her hand. “I sent you a batch of stew I made this morning because I didn’t know I would leave. So you won’t have to cook dinner. It’s the least I could do for you. Tell Winry I’ll see her in a couple of days.” With that, Pinako set off to walk towards the train station towards Rush Valley.

When Trisha reached the house, she found the boys had already washed up for dinner. Winry was standing on top of the stool in front of the sink and washing the freshly picked apples. A pot was sitting on top of the table, the stew Pinako was talking about. Together, the four of them tried to make a pie, in this case Winry helped measure the ingredients while the two boys kept getting flour everywhere and settled with wiping the counters instead.

While enjoying Pinako’s beef stew, Trisha listened to the antics the small children got into during dinner. It feels carefree to live as a child again. She was subjected to the stories of who hides the best during hide and seek, which kid scraped their knee at lunch, how the teacher asked them what pet they would have if they don’t have one.

“I’d want a kitty.” Al turned to her with pleading golden eyes. Trisha returned that look while saying “I haven’t forgotten the mess of the last time we had a cat in this house.” Al sheepishly shot her a smile as he proceeded to devour his plate of stew.

Eventually, Trisha went to prepare the spare bedroom for Winry while the kids played downstairs. Just as she was changing the sheets, she heard the door creak open

“Mom?” Ed said by the door. He was pushed further into the room by Al. Both boys had their hands behind their backs. When they got in front of her, they looked at each other first then held out their hands.

In Ed’s hands is a tiny flower, almost as big as her thumb and obviously made with alchemy, the curves of the flowers are too smooth to be handcrafted. “For me?” When Ed nodded, she took the flower from his hands, her heart warm. “We made it last week, so we didn’t do alchemy after you grounded us. I wanted to do a rose or tulip but it was too complicated so I went with a simple wildflower like the ones growing on the street.”

Trisha smiled but before she can even speak, Al holds out his hands. This time, it was a tiny kitten curled in a ball, no bigger than the flower his brother made. “Brother helped me out since it was too hard so I guess we both made it but I wanted the kitty.” Al proudly declared, his smile wide across his face. “Sorry, Mom. I never should’ve done that. I won’t do that again.” Ed threw his hands around her waist and Al followed suit. Looking down at both of their blond heads, she set down the two gifts and smoothed both of their hair back.

See, Van? I told you. We’re going to be fine. The three of us. Don’t worry.

[astroi]

From Black to Blue 2: Electric Boogaloo

Steven 2 was always excited for the new day, he was aware he wasn't going to be there forever, so he cherished every moment. He woke up at 6 A.M. everyday solely to see the sunrise. He barely slept, which was kind of concerning. He came back from his mission at 4 A.M., only to wake up two hours later. He took two naps a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

"Twoie," he refused to call this Steven, '2', "Are we going on our mission tonight?"

He yawned, "I need to check if you've unlocked a specific power yet. What chu got, kid?"

"Um, I have a bubble, plant powers, and healing powers."

"Hm, let me try something." He held Steven 1 like a kitten, placing him firmly under his arm and stepped outside. He launched them several yards into the air in a single bound.

"Whoa, you can see the town from up here."

"Tell me, can list you the things that make you happy for me?" Steven 1 didn't like how Twoie babied him.

"Um, cookie cats, the beach, this sunset's pretty cool too, my friends. Oh, the Gems! There's so much." Steven had started rambling and Twoie watched on with a smirk on his face. Steven pouted, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just glad I don't have to catch you."

"Catch me?" He looked down to see he was standing on air. He almost instantly started to plummet.

"Oh no," Twoie's grin fell with him.

"Calm down, Steven! Your floating powers are tied to your emotions!"

"Oh, just like what? Everything else!" He started falling faster, the wind was blowing his hair and shirt about.

"Steven, just focus on what makes you happy. Fresh doughnuts, fusion, singing? Anything that makes you happy."

Just like that, he was back with Steven 2, in the house, a few days after they met, "What makes you happy, 2?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? There's gotta be something." There's always something.

He grit his teeth, "No, not really. I'm too busy for childish stuff like that."

"Happiness isn't just for kids, you deserve to be happy too."

He leaned back into the couch with his hands covering his eyes, tears leaked through the gaps in his fingers, "Do I?" Steven reached out to hold 2's hand, it was calloused and dry like he washed them too often.

"Don't you want to be?" It hurt him to see his future self that way.

He shook away the thought, "That's not important; what's important is if everyone else is happy. If they're fixed then my work is done."

"2, people aren't things to be fixed."

"Oh ho, you'd think that, but no. Some people you can't even talk to without breaking them."

"What are you talking about?"

He dismissed the younger teen but was unable to pull away his hand, "Don't worry about it, Steven. It'll be fine because it is fine."

"Don't worry, Steven, it'll be fine! I've got you! We've got each other."

"Huh?"

He dragged out Twoie's name mistaking him for 2 a second longer than he would've liked, "Two-ie?" He was in the arms of the older teen, when did that happen? His hug was warm and gentle, like he was trying to comfort him. He touched his eyes and saw he had been crying.

"I'm sorry about trying to force a new power on you, you're a kid, I can't expect you to control all your emotions on command." He set Steven down on the sand, "I'll fetch the bubble, I had wanted you to do it for fun and the stakes, the excitement!" He composed himself, dimming the stars that glimmered in his eyes, "But you're not ready for that yet–" he quickly added , "and that's okay! We all gotta know our limits. You can still come with me if you'd like."

"Where are you going?"

"Neph- Centi, as you know her, has a crew I'd like to reunite her to without giving her any more pain."

"Like a bunch a centipeddles?"

"Yep," He nodded and fixed up Steven's wrinkled shirt.

"I just gotta enter the Burning Room and fetch the bubbles without Garnet stopping me."

"That does sound fun."

"Yeah, but that's okay, maybe next time, yeah?" He offered his fist to bump.

Steven bopped it without putting much of any force into it, "Yeah, next time."

"I can think of other fun things to do, and other missions we can go on. I don't want you feeling left out." A shadow fell over Twoie's eyes for the briefest second, "Meet me by the warp outside, later?"

"Okay."

The moon was full, Twoie exited the Temple with Centi and the bubbled bag of Chaaps. He appeared outside with Steven and they warped to a place Steven had never been.

"Where are we?"

"Before the colonization of the Earth started," Twoie glanced fondly at the forestry, "Homeworld Gem would come here with these drop ships to bring labor and materials. But, to answer your question, we're somewhere in South America."

"So these Homeworld Gems?" Twoie hummed in a 'go on' sort of way.

"Where they all bad?"

"No, no, they just didn't," his eyes dropped to the bubble in his hand, "know any better."

They stopped near the ships at a clearing, he handed Steven the Chaaps and popped Centi's bubble. He tapped her gem with a damp finger causing her to become somewhat humanoid. Steven watched in awe, "You healed her!?"

"Shh," he turned his attention to the semi-corrupted Gem, "Hey, hey. Nephrite, Centi, it's okay. Do you remember me?"

She stared at him in confusion, she looked so lost.

Steven could tell it was his cue but what was he supposed to do? His eyes darted to Chaaps in his hands, why did Twoie give him this?!

"Uh," sweated formed like dew on his face, he hollered his song, "I like Chaaps, you like Chaaps, we all love Chaaps." Centi or Nephrite(?) chirped along. He gave her the bag, she always loved those things.

"Hey, you remember that. Cool, makes things easier." Twoie gave her a diamond salute. This made something click in Centi's mind.

Twoie held out his hand for her, "You want to guess why we're here?"

She studied their surroundings and ran to a specific dropship, Twoie rushed after her, "Wait up, there's still vines blocking the entrance!"

Steven struggled to keep up.

"Here, let me," he heard Twoie say as he tore off some of the local flora.

Steven saw the doorway open and Centi rush inside, when had her form started reverting?

Steven yelped as Garnet placed a hand on his shoulder, "So this is where you were going."

She turned to Twoie who was hugging Nephrite, "Did you really think, I wouldn't notice a couple of bubbles missing? I was still in the room when you took them."

Twoie chuckled, "I know. I just couldn't wait to get Nephri- Centi back to her unit. They've been waiting long enough."

"This can be their bubble now."

"Don't worry, I know how to get them back to normal." He handed Steven a small slip of paper with something written on it in Gem Gliph, judging by the symbols he sort of already knew what it said. The Diamonds would need to help.

Garnet scolded them when they got back, "You could've endangered him by bringing him along."

"He wasn't in any danger. I cleared the place out for corrupted Gems before we went there. He needed something to do, I needed a free hand, it all worked out."

"Garnet, it's okay. Twoie just wanted to include me on Gem missions."

"Include you-?" She tapped her visor, "I see," quick to re-enter the Temple.

"That was weird." Steven admitted.

"I forget how protective the Gems used to be," he frowned, "not sure why they let a twelve-year-old wander around town without supervision though."

"Um."

"Oh, sorry, Steven, is there something you needed?"

"Can you teach me Gem Gliph now? I can't read what you wrote."

"Oh, yeah, after we eat. I'll order a pizza."

"Twoie, it's," he yawned, "2 A.M., I don't think they're open."

"Nuts, alrighty, how about you wash up and sleep, I'll be over here on the couch."

"Okay, you better still be there when I come back."

"You better be sleeping soon. You can learn Gem Gliph later."

"Yeah, okay," He was used to being brushd off by now.

He was not there when Steven stepped out of the bathroom, after getting dressed, Steven found Twoie in Rose's room.

"Twoie, what are you doing here?"

"Steven?" He dismissed whatever he had made, "What are doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"Makes sense."

"What are you doing here?"

"Just running some simulations, venting, just stuff, you know?"

"Um, no?"

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" A bed formed from the clouds.

"Are you still getting nightmares?"

"What?"

'How did he know about- wait, he was a Steven too, never mind.'

"You can sleep with me here, if you want, I just need to wash up a bit, I'm a little sweaty." He left the Temple room and came back to a slumbering Steven, he draped the blanket over the both of them and dimmed the room.

Steven stirred a little, when he saw that Twoie was on his phone, no not his phone, he was using his phone charm as a phone?

"Oh, hey, Blue. Just checking in, I'm still stuck in the past, when you get this message, send me the updates to my pocket-communicator, please. Thank you, love you." He closed it back into it's tetrahedron form.

"Who's Blue?"

Twoie squeaked, "N-no one, she's just someone I'm close to in the future."

"Does your tiny phone have games on it?"

Twoie closed his eyes and gave a hearty chuckle, 2 would've never laughed so genuinely, "I got Pong and Tetris."

"Ooh, rad! Tetris! Will you let me play sometime?"

"Only while we're alone, like in here, now go to sleep."

Steven tugged on Twoie's jacket, "Can I wear this?"

He nodded, wordlessly handing it over, 'Poor kid,' he thought.

Steven took the paper out of his pocket and snapped a photo of it with his phone whilst Twoie fiddled with his own phone, earbuds dampening the sounds of paper immensely.

He felt so devious, 'Delightfully devilish, Steven.'

Twoie was keeping secrets from him just like everyone else. Well, soon he'll have the means to find something out for himself.

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

may we have some Hestia fluff. as a treat.

(fuckfuckfuck I made myself cry @queencurlycrown WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF)

Hestia knew it was coming. Her dads had been aging for years, Tugger no longer moving like he used to, and Misto’s coat didn’t shine as strongly as it once had. All the Jellicles knew that the Ball that year would be a special and bittersweet one.

The night of the Ball, Hestia made it as wonderful and magical as she could, since it was also Anthea’s first Ball. It was distressing, knowing that her fathers could be witnessing their granddaughter’s first and last Ball, but Hestia knew Tugger and Misto would be happier once they were with the Everlasting Cat. So it was with tear-filled eyes that she watched their final performance, a mix of their songs, Tugger’s swagger and suave nature returning for the night, and Misto’s coat sparkling brighter than it had in years. 

Watching them, Hestia couldn’t help but smile as she hugged Anthea close, the young queen snuggling close to her mother as Tugger and Misto sang. Beside Tumble, Charon watched his grandfathers in awe, and Hestia laughed as Misto called Tugger his terrible bore. Tumble kept a tight arm around her the entire time, nuzzling her cheek from time to time in comfort.  

When the song finished, the Jellicles needed no verbal confirmation. They all knew, as Tugger and Misto finished their performance, who would be the Choices that year. As Hestia got up and hugged her fathers tightly, they were all holding back tears as she hid her own in Tugger’s fur, pitying the queen, but understanding why she had not sung their song. Only Tumblebrutus knew, however, what his mate wanted to do. 

At the end of the night, when it came time for the Choice, Munkustrap stepped forward with the help of Jemima. It would only be a matter of time before the leader of the Jellicles was Chosen as well, but he had one final Choice to make. Munkustrap approached Tugger and Misto, and placed his paws on their shoulders with a proud, sorrowful smile. 

Hestia took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Uncle Straps?” Munkustrap looked at his niece, who was holding back tears. “Can I sing?”

“Of course, Hettie.” Munkustrap said softly. Hestia smiled, and walked to Tugger and Misto, kneeling down in front of them and taking their paws in her own, looking up at them. 

I may not be every mother’s dream for her little girl

She may not have had a mother, but she had her dad and papa. The two cats who had been there for her since day one, and the two cats she loved most in the entire world.

And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the worldBut that’s all right, as long as I can have one wish I prayWhen people look inside my life, I want to hear them say

Hestia was a kitten, running home to Tugger and Misto after creating her first burst of sparkles that floated down onto her and her cousin. 

“I did it, Papa! I did it!” she squealed excitedly, dancing around the den as her fur shone in the light. Misto laughed and picked her up, making her laugh in delight. Tugger watched from the doorway, a soft smile on his face as Misto showed Hestia how to control the sparkles, their fur glittering. 

Misto glanced up, and his eyes twinkled. “Do you think your dad wants his fur to glitter too?” Hestia gasped in delight, and Tugger grinned, stepping forward and taking Hestia from his mate, throwing her up in the air.  Hestia shrieked with laughter, and Tugger pulled Misto into his arms around, the large tom spinning them around, all three laughing happily. 

She’s got her Father’s eyesHer Father’s eyes

Hestia had Misto’s eyes. His bright blue eyes that she was so thankful she had. They were her mother’s too, but Hestia liked to think that the Everlasting Cat had given her that small blessing. She also had Tugger’s eyes. His amber eyes that glittered with amusement whenever he got to annoy his brother or tease Misto. Along with her mane, Hestia’s eyes were her favorite physical characteristics because they made her look like her dads.

Eyes that find the good in thingsWhen good is not aroundEyes that find the source of helpWhen help just can’t be found

Eyes full of compassionSeeing every painKnowing what you’re going throughAnd feeling it the same

When Jemima found out who her real father was, she had immediately run to her cousin, collapsing into her arms and sobbing. Hestia had simply hugged Jemima tightly. 

“You do realize what this means, right?” she had asked, and Jemima had looked up in confusion. 

“I’m the daughter of a monster?” she whispered. 

Hestia frowned. “No. Uncle Straps isn’t a monster.” Jemima smiled slightly, and Hestia tightened her grip on her cousin. “Even if he’s a monster, we’re sisters. We’re sisters, and that’s all that matters. Not who our dad is. Because we know who our dads are.” 

Just like my Father’s eyesMy Father’s eyesMy Father’s eyesJust like my Father’s eyes

And on that day when we will payFor all the deeds we have doneGood and bad they’ll all be hadTo see by everyone

Munkustrap often said that Hestia was the perfect combination of her dads. Tugger’s strength and welcoming nature, and Misto’s protectiveness and kindness. Hestia liked to think that too.

And when you’re called to stand and tellJust what you saw in meMore than anything I knowI want your words to be

She had her Father’s eyesHer Father’s eyesEyes that found the good in thingsWhen good was not aroundEyes that found the source of helpWhen help would not be found

One of the main lessons that Hestia taught her children was to never judge a cat simply based on their appearance or one part of their personality. There had been too many moments in Hestia’s life where she, or another cat, had been angry at her real parentage, and she thought she would turn out to be a monster just like Macavity. Tugger and Misto would immediately put a stop to that. 

“You’re not his daughter.” Tugger would say firmly while hugging Hestia. “You’re ours. You’re our kitten, Etta.”

Misto would kiss her forehead gently, smoothing down her fur. “You’re our world, Etta. And we know you’d never turn out like him. The same blood that runs in you runs in Tugger, and it runs in Munkustrap. But blood doesn’t immediately connect you to someone. Look at you and Jojo, or Jojo and Teazer.” Hestia had smiled and laughed slightly. “You’re like sisters, and you don’t have the same blood.”

Eyes full of compassionSeeing every painKnowing what you’re going throughAnd feeling it the same

Tugger had told Hestia, when she was old enough, about the whispers after Macavity had left. About how he would follow his older brother and betray the tribe. Misto told her about the whispers also, after he revealed his magic. No one understood Hestia’s troubles and pains like her dads. 

Just like my Father’s eyesMy Father’s eyesMy Father’s eyesJust like my Father’s eyesMy Father’s eyesMy Father’s eyesJust like my Father’s eyes

Hestia finished her song with tears falling down her cheeks, clinging to her dads’ paws like a lifeline. The two old toms were also crying.

“Oh, kitten.” Tugger whispered, his voice shaking. Hestia stood and threw herself into her fathers’ arms one final time, clinging to them as if she was a kitten again. Misto held her tightly as Tugger wrapped his arms around both of them. 

“Thank you.” Hestia whispered. “Thank you for saving me. Thank you for giving me a home, and taking care of me, and giving me so much love.”

Misto kissed her forehead, and she could feel her magical father’s tears soaking into her fur. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us, Etta. We love you more than anything.”

“Walking into that alley was the best decision I’ve ever made, and I’ll thank the Everlasting Cat for as long as I can that you survived that day.” Tugger said, pulling back and pressing a kiss to Hestia’s forehead as well. Hestia closed her eyes, savoring her final moments with her fathers before stepping back, pulling them both up with her. 

As Munkustrap approached them, Hestia gave them a soft, shaky smile. “Say hello to Nana and Grandpa for me.” Misto nodded as Munkustrap put his arms around them, and Tumblebrutus appeared at Hestia’s side, wrapping his arms around her as Anthea and Charon stood beside their mother and father, watching as Tugger and Misto ascended to the Heaviside Layer. Hestia stared up at the sky, her smile widening as she joined with the tribe in singing them up, leaning into Tumblebrutus’ embrace with tears in her eyes, lifting her arm up in a final farewell as her fathers disappeared into the sky. 

Sparkles fell down around the Jellicles, and two landed on Hestia’s cheek, a kiss from her fathers and a reminder. They weren’t truly gone. They would always be with her, watching and protecting her, just like they always had. 

[erosluna]

Felicity

Next: Felicity p2

Min Yoongi x hybrid reader

wc: 4k

Dying to write a smut shit but damn, some people (me ofc) can’t just get on without proper plot so here we are. 

Another roar from the sky is about to come. Though already curled up like a ball, you still pulled in your knee as if they could actually go through your chest to the point that you feel piercing pains on your spine. Your tail is wet from the strong spray coming from the small opening atop the confined space you were shoved in today, nevertheless it stood on end as another thunderclap banged your senses. You can only squeeze your eyes shut and curl up on the cold wet concrete trying to muffle your cries as much as possible. This, you learned from experience, that any sound or cry you make, you will surely get a painful hit from your cager.

Tears fell down your cheek remembering how much you miss your owner, that warm and soft knitted blanket your mama used to tuck you in while she held you in her arms during storms like this, her super comforting scent that would calm you even in the loudest of roars you hear from the sky, even her favorite menthol oil that sent your head and stomach into an automatic spinning state. You were her precious daughter. Her only family. She adopted you when you were just a newborn kitten, you grew up filled with nothing but love, warmth, and affection and there's nothing else in the world you could ever wish for. As you grow older, your mama seemed to grow weaker but since you were always watching her all the time at home, you slowly took over each chore when you feel like she's starting to have trouble doing it herself. Until one day, your mama, your precious mama, got claimed by the roars. She was sitting on the rocking chair at the porch when it started raining heavily. Startled by the first thunderclap, you ran around the house frantically looking for that knitted blanket your mama gave you on your 17th birthday. Finding it on the drawers, you then looked for your mama to lunge hurriedly into her arms but you didn't see her inside the house. Running around tensed like you've never been before, your heart almost stopped seeing her sleeping peacefully in her rocking chair. "Mama! Get inside you'll get soaked, you'll sneeze! Mama! Mama come here!" you couldn't get out. You're too afraid to step outside the door knowing the monster of your dreams is around here. You see a flash of light draw from the sky and by instinct squeezed your eyes and prepared to receive another roar but then you remember your mama, with the roar coming anytime, you can't let her be exposed like that, it is extremely dangerous. With that, you gathered up all the courage you could muster to save your most precious mama from the monster, you opened the door slowly and crept your way to her chair. As expected, she's already soaked in rain but her serene sleeping face shows nothing against it. You calmed down a bit seeing her this way but the roar suddenly dropped and it made you jump. "Mama, mama come one now. You'll  get sneezes if we don't get covers soon. Mama!" No budge. You decided to just pull her up and wrapped her arm on top of your shoulder to support her weight, you got a bit startled as her icy skin touched the back of your neck, but this isn't important now. You carried her on your back ever so carefully, already used to her weight and lifted her with ease having much adrenaline running through you. You lay her on the couch near the fireplace, slowly lowering her head down the armrest, and then run upstairs to get a change of clothes for the two of you.

How can she be sleeping with the roars like this? Mama's so cold from the rain, she's like ice I better prepare hot tea soon as she wakes up before she catch those sneezes.

Gathering a pile of clothes on your arms you headed straight to her, dried her up and change her clothes for her. Then you went to pick up that knitted blanket you dropped before fighting the roar and wrapped it around her, before you lay your head on her lap, you took her arm and placed it against your cheek. You recalled her story just last night after the weather report on the radio. About the roars.

Your ears propped up with the sound of footsteps drawing close. Did I let out a cry? You thought to yourself. Expecting another beating, you perched you self hard on the corner of the room, squinting to the coldness of concrete against you. Those footsteps... Why are there so many? Whose voices are these? Your head is about to break, the stress is getting too much but you bit your tongue to keep yourself from howling for the better, or anything less from the worst. Suddenly a shout telling everyone to move away from the door erupted from a distance. Loud bangings came one after another, a lot of voices and cries filled your ears each one getting distant moments later. The ramblings eased up and you thought maybe they weren't coming to hit you, then you heard a pair of footsteps drawing near. Slow footsteps stopping every now and then but surely headed to your direction. "Is anyone inside? Hello? Move away from the door." You didn't answer, there's no way. You will never let out any sound from your mouth ever again, you don't wanna get hit, and then your door was kicked open. "W-hat's happening? Who are you? I didn't cry, please don't hurt me I didn't cry! It was the rain! I-" the man who kicked your door open lifted his arms and you prepared to receive the hit, you got so scared of the sight and startled that you couldn't swallow your voice and you just squeezed your eyes shut-- then you felt a soft tug on your shoulder. "Hush- hush baby, you're safe now. Come on, get up. We'll leave this place, okay?". Without fully understanding, you stood up obediently looking down, still expecting the hit to land anytime as the strange man guided you out of the confined room. In your head you imagine a more crampled and confined space than the previous room you were in, you only got moved there this morning and you're afraid you must've angered them that much with your weeping.

To your surprise, the strange man actually led you outside. It was raining hard and there were so many cars with colored blazing lights that almost blinded you as you still haven't adjusted yet from that dark space you were in. He removed his jacket and placed it on your shoulder, his hands covered your head as he ran and led you inside one of the cars.

"I got her!" The strange man said to the other men. You don't understand what's happening but you kept yourself quiet, behaved and your gaze will never lift off the floor.

"I can't believe we almost left one back there, damn she could've died alone." "I know dude, I wonder though how Officer Min knew that there's still a soul inside. I swear she never know how to make a sound!"

You woke up with the rambling voices around you, there were so many people, and so many of your kind too. The place was well lit, clean and warm but still, fear took over you and you curled up instinctively again. "Hello, how are you? What's your name?" A voice hovered on top of you. You wouldn't answer for a sound you make means a hit. "You must be hungry, do you want to eat?" You don't know, and you can't answer to this either, they just shove in your food by the door, you know that.

Three days have passed and still Min Yoongi couldn't shake you off his mind. He has lead numerous operations like this before, finding victims of worse and gruesome states, but the look on your eyes bore a hole through his soul. There's an ache from within him that no amount of sleep or medicine could relieve, finally he reached for the telephone and dialed the Hybrids Protection Desk where they've turned you over.

"She's not on the missing list, sir. She wouldn't breathe a word too so we can't extract any information from her, for all we know she could be mute. The others have been claimed already, we'll take this one on our custody."

"Is that so? If anything comes up, let me know."

"Right, okay sir. Let us take it from here, you need not to worry."

"Oh, and she actually spoke to me. She's not mute."

"Ah- sir are you sure? This is the cat hybrid, white ear and tail with a portion of black in the end we're talking about right?"

"Yes, she was scared. She's mentioned about hitting or something idk i couldn't hear her clearly."

"Okay sir, give me a minute and I'll call you back."

Yoongi felt pained knowing of your current situation, there's no reason for this, he kept telling himself. Why was he so concerned about you? His fingers tapped nonstop unconsciously on the table, mind drifted back to hearing your silent cry. He found you in a secret room within walls the team had no idea of, it was behind the lot and almost underground. Everyone thought that the small hole was a part of drainage system where he peeked inside and found you tightly hidden in the corner. Wondering how in the world he could have heard you from your position- then the phone rang.

He picked the receiver in a heartbeat.

"Yes sir, it's me. Do you think it's possible for you to come over tomorrow if you have time?"

"Tomorrow? What time does your office close?"

"7pm sir, but it's okay you can come some other time if you're busy."

Yoongi glances at the clock, 6:48pm.

"Do you think you can wait for me? I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"You mean, now sir? You can come by some other da-"

"I really want to. I'm on my way."

And with that, Yoongi bolted out in a hurry to come see you again.

Your ears twitched as you catch a scent, a familiar scent.

 "Good evening head officer Min, please take a sit. Do you want coffee or juice?"

"I wanna see her now."

"Oh, okay sir my bad, this way please."

Yoongi's hands trembled while speed walking behind the personnel, heart beat ever so loud he could almost feel it on his back. You were inside a big white room, sitting tightly at the corner gaze never leaving the floor. The personnel held the door open as he ushered Yoongi inside, he stood frozen at the sight of you. A feeling from the guts once again swirled from within him.

"Okay sir, I'll leave you for a moment now. Please let us know if you get any reaction from her, it'd be of great help."

"A-alright."

The personnel left you two. You knew who this man was, the strange man. The one who pulled you out of that place. Your mind shut down when you got transferred to this white place days ago, afraid or whatever, you wouldn't lift your gaze off the floor, but the moment his scent registered your senses sprung back to system.

"It's me."

You slowly shift your gaze across the floor on his shadow. The personnel was watching you from the glass window of the room, surprised that you seem to respond with the most minute movement of your eyes, he ran to get the resident psychiatrist of the facility.

Yoongi drew closer to you. He lowered himself down trying to catch your gaze but you buried you face in your arms once again. He then sat a few inches from you leaning against the wall.

The personnel together with the psychiatrist hurriedly turned on the monitor and connected the headsets to try and listen as Yoongi conversed with you. Taking notes and carefully watching the scene as this seemed to be of high importance knowing officer Min Yoongi was in a rush, himself.

"Mama-" you whispered. All ears, Yoongi waited for you to continue. "August 19, Elizabeth Cowell."

The prying heads from the monitoring room quickly ran a search from their system and files popped up. This is it.

"And your name?"

You carefully lifted your face, hesitant about meeting his gaze but something in you felt warm with this strange man's presence.

"She's gone."

"Sir! We got something!" the personnel came to fetch Yoongi after half an hour to report the file they've seen, a fresh case.

"Her owner was found dead, 20th of august lying on a couch comfortably. Death was of old age. On the record she had no family, but she had a female hybrid she kept as daughter for 17 years, that wasn’t around on the scene, she must have been kidnapped right then." the personnel eagerly reported. "What was her name?" Yoongi inquired. "Sir, the name is Y/N". "So basically she's an orphan now?" "Yes sir, we'll put her under therapy since it seemed she has been traumatized heavily and then we'll set her for adoption?".

"How long?" "We're not sure sir, but we'll update yo-" "Sir, do you want to take her in?" the psychiatrist finally butted in. "Is that possible?" Yoongi mused.

The personnel's jaw dropped open as Yoongi left the facility with you. He actually made the man pull up the documents, signed, payed everything right then and there. "Do you know what just happened?" the psychiatrist asked the personnel. "No idea, doc." "Page 62 to 67, you should know more about hybrids." the psychiatrist answered passing the personnel a thick book about the subject.

It’s been 3 months since Yoongi took you into his home. Compared to how you were when he visited you at the protection desk, you have progressed a lot. You were supposed to undergo therapy that should take a year at least as the psychiatrist said but seeing you now only proves that Yoongi made the right decision to take you as you were back then. You almost had no voice. You only do as he says, eyes stuck to the ground and ears always pressed on your head. Before taking you in, Yoongi was a solitary man. Being an unwanted child of both rich but clumsy teenage couple who later on decided they don’t want to settle with anybody, more so a baby, he was raised by a maid in a mansion in a very remote place from when he was little. His childhood should have been a difficult phase knowing the boy’s position in life and overflowing curiosity of children his age, except it wasn’t. Yoongi turned out to be a highly introverted child with sharp intuition, he was smart and resourceful thus not actually needing the help of others in solving any question a child could think of on his own. He loved reading. From educational, to literary, politics, everything under the sun, no matter what the text is about, his eyes would easily devour the words forming with every letter that would come across his sight. He loved music just as much, but as the trend suggested a spiraling fall for the essence of new songs, he stopped listening and preserved what he used to adore back in the good old days. Growing up, Yoongi didn’t change much. He socializes barely enough to progress in school, to take a degree, to finally work, and to start standing on his own feet and totally detach from the lifeline of finances from the two names he only had known from his bank account. As to why he took such career path, no one knows, but just one day, he found himself prolonging a finished operation hearing things and searching frantically for the source of a silent voice that no one else could hear. That’s where he found you. You were a victim of serial kidnapping of hybrids that had just reached your town.

Hearing the familiar sound of the engine coming from a distance, you rush from your room down to the front door waiting for a specific vehicle to come into vision and in a minute the car arrives. Only when the car window rolled down and seeing Yoongi wave his hand did you step out and hurriedly open the gate. You waited for him to park thoroughly before closing the gate again and waited back inside the house right behind the door. Yoongi entered the house and stood in front of you eagerly waiting for you to greet him, you silently gasped for air summoning all the courage you got to finally gaze right back at him who readily had a smile waiting across his face. “W-welcome home, Yoongi.” You whispered. “Wow, baby it only took you 3 minutes today! Look!” He enthusiastically showed you the timer on his phone making your lips slightly curve upward. “I-is that.. Could you possibly be smiling now baby?” he tried to lift your chin yearning to see your sweet little face but you jumped at his touch and ran back up to your room with your tail wagging like crazy.

 “Seokjin hyung, there’s no mistake. I have multiple references to confirm this action, hang on let me send you a video of how it looked like.” Seokjin was the resident psychiatrist who permitted Yoongi to take you out of their facility right off the bat. “I see, if that’s what it really is then that’s great! I’m sure you know what it means though, she can now display her excitement and happiness, I wonder what you did to get such a jolt of progress just today.” “Well, I- let’s see. I praised her for breaking a record in meeting gazes, and then I- oh this is the part where she ran away, I tried to touch her face. Sorry.” “No, that’s alright, her ears were alright.. right?” “Yes hyung, it wasn’t pinning down hear head.” “Okay then, glad to hear her progress, I think she’d open up real soon. Please be patient with her officer Min, she’d heal up eventua-“ “Hyung I’m in no rush, she got all the time in the world, no one’s chasing her .” “Good to know.”

After recording Yoongi’s update on his files, a feeling of relief and satisfaction flooded Seokjin’s heart. The psychiatrist not only intended to heal the traumatized you but the almost permanently closed up persona of Yoongi as well. You sure have made an impressive progress, but how far Yoongi have leaped is just unimaginable. Picturing you two from the monitor back then, just one look, and he knew that you both were the key to open each other’s cage.

It’s getting late, the roars aren’t stopping, and this heavy downpour won’t ease up anytime soon. You can’t help yourself but panic because as much as the roar scares you, the knot in your stomach for the missing Yoongi makes you delve in great distress that could almost break you.

“Sir you can’t drive in a storm like this, it’s too dangerous please stay a bit” three lower ranked officers scrambled on their feet to stop Yoongi on his tracks since he’s determined to leave even knowing that the road is far from being friendly for his drive, but as time passes the downpour is just getting worse making him desperate to leave all the more. Yoongi knew how much this phenomenon scares you, he witnessed you three times suffering from the impact of thunderclaps on your ultra-sensitive hearing, rare occasions where you’d disregard everything and run straight in his arms to hide, how he’d have to actually hold to real tight to calm you down. “Look dude, if you’re scared then just stay here. I have important things to tend to and I swear if you stop me this time you’re all gonna regret this. Understand?!” Angry, Yoongi shoved the blocking party out of his way and leaped through the distance to his car in an unbelievable speed. He smashed the car keys and hit the gas before anyone can follow, at this point Yoongi became nothing but a road killer. The slippery road and strong wind had no say from his determination just to reach you as soon as possible.

You were curled up on the floor by the open door, ears pinned down, and tail between your legs. You would have wanted to reach the gate atleast to open it up for Yoongi in case he arrives but the sound of roars behind the doors exceeded your limits and the blinding thunder lines drawn consecutively across the dark sent you shaking that your legs couldn’t bring itself to take another step and instead let you down flopping on the floor. The heavy downpour showed you no mercy as the rain drenched completely in a matter of seconds, suddenly you’re back to that night. Behind your tightly shut eyelids you see the sky lit up much brighter and the loudest roar soon followed completely knocking out your already drifting consciousness.  

You’ve been out cold for half an hour when Yoongi finally arrived. One headlight of the car busted, a huge dent on its side, none of it mattered with what he saw the moment he eyed you by the door. He rushed down from his car and climbed over the gate, even almost stumbling to ground, he needed to reach you. And he did. He carried you in his arms, kicked the door close and sat by the fireplace. Tears are rolling down his cheeks, seeing you like this reminds him of the night he first found you. A heart pounding directly at your ear called forth your consciousness, you opened your eyes and there you were cradled by a strange man. “Y/n, I will not let the roars take you. Soon they might claim me but do not worry. Mama loves you and my only duty in this world is to love you and keep you safe. Until your one true protector comes I will always watch you from where I’ll be even if the roars have taken me.” You hear the words clearly as the memory rolled back in your head. You gazed up to see what the owner of the arms holding you looked like. Tears wouldn’t stop falling from his eyes when they held your gaze firmly. You were both drenched from the rain but the warmth radiating from this man was enough to keep you content and comfortable, you leaned back to his chest to once again to hear the beating of his heart and the comforting rhythm pulled a soft purr out of you “What is your name?” you asked without a sound, “I am Min Yoongi, your protector” he answered in his head. He felt your soft ears rising from under his chin, and your tail delicately curling up around his waist.

Feeling your stable and minute rise and fall on his arms soothed the ravaging worries on Yoongi’s mind. He’s been watching your serene sleeping image in his cradle for who knows how long, he wanted to run his hand through your hair, so he carefully shifted you for better support, his fingers brushed your cheek ever so lightly but still you twitched. There’s a weak electric sensation from where he touched your face waking you up once again, in his arm. You held his hand hung only a few inches from your face, and it was cold. “Sneezes! You’ll get sneezes! We need to change, come on!” Your sudden energy surprised Yoongi the most, with what happened the moment you spoke earlier he knew that things are going to change but this made his heart more complacent. You shuffled from his cradle and pulled his hand as you stood up. Not recognizing where you are, you looked around with slight confusion drawn on your face, seeing this, Yoongi took a step and lead you to your room.

  TBC

[annes-andromeda]

GOT Virtues AU: The Lions and Their Cubs

N/: Finally, something not Jon related😅. So in this AU, the Lannisters own Lions and I wanted to make a drabble showing how they got them. I’d like to think that here, animal relationships are important. So expect some direwolf and dragon drabbles on the way. And maybe even a kraken one. *gasp* Have I said too much?😆

Tywin Lannister was a man to be feared, that much was known. His presence alone was enough for an entire hall of men to stand in silence and listen to this proud lion roar. The Warden of the West was currently at a matter of business with the lords of the Westerlands.

His three children: Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion were all waiting out in the halls of the Golden Tooth where Tywin had been sent to resolve the matter. Jaime and Tyrion sat side by side, while Cersei stood by the door, listening to her father’s every word.

“Why are you still standing over there?” Jaime called to his sister “A political meeting is no place for children”

“Shush!” Cersei said, hushing Jaime “I’m trying to listen! Unlike you, I actually pay attention to what father has to say. You might learn something from it”

“Well sure. Learn that father could never loosen up when he was a child”

Tyrion snickered alongside Jaime, earning a nasty stink eye from Cersei

“Unlike you, I actually listen to father. Properly” Cersei sneered “I’m sure if you’ve remembered, but there’s a reason father has us practice every day with our virtue”

“Oh of course, I remember. I especially remember the scrapes on my knees I earned afterwards”

“And don’t forget about that one time you got a cut lip and battered knuckles” Tyrion said, addressing Cersei not so subtly

Cersei simply scoffed at her imp brother “Like you would ever know or understand what it’s like to live with such power”

“And I do not wish to know” Tyrion said “I think will all those bruises, it shows that your place should be in the court and not the field”

“We’re not meant to use them for fighting” Cersei snapped back “The eldest child holds The Dusk and we’re learning how to control them. Not for petty fights, but for survival”

“Perhaps fighting and survival are more or less in the same context” Tyrion said

Jaime simply sat idly by, watching his siblings argue. For a child of eight years old, Tyrion knew how to use his words cleverly. Sometimes, he even sounded smarter than his fifteen year old sister.

The sound of chairs pushing in and footsteps were heard, and Cersei moved from the doors as they opened. Men walked out of the room, with Tywin coming out last.

“Were you waiting for an invitation to the meeting?” Tywin said, looking down at his daughter “Or have you been missing my lessons that much?”

Cersei didn’t answer, and instead followed her father along with Jaime and Tyrion.

“Father, can we go to the marketplace? Just for a bit?” Cersei asked

“And what would you hope to find there? A new dress for your closet?” Tywin said, never looking over his shoulder

Cersei scoffed at that “No, I could just get the tailors back home to make one for me”

Jaime stepped in “I believe what Cersei’s trying to say, Father, is that she saw something in the marketplace that peaked her interest”

Tywin stopped in his tracks, and turned to his children. He sighed deeply “We’ll stop at the marketplace for a moment, and you can use your money to get... whatever you considered special enough to be in your delicate hands”

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The Lannisters stopped their horses at the marketplace in the Golden Tooth. It was rowdy and all the stands were full of food, cloth, or steel. Tywin offered Cersei gold coins that he had in his saddle.

“Don’t think I’ll be the one paying for it. Now go on, show us what was so eye catching that you had to stop me on this endeavor of mine”

Cersei rolled her eyes, walking towards the stand she had seen while on horseback. Jaime and Tyrion followed her, not knowing what she was doing.

“Did she secretly drink wine while on the way here?” Tyrion asked Jaime. The older boy simply shrugged, walking behind Cersei who stopped at a stand with a large pen in it. It held a litter of kittens, each piling up on each other. The Lannisters stared at the cats, with the male members eyeing Cersei in a not-so-fond way.

“Cats?” Jaime said “That’s what you thought was so amazing? Cats that father could buy in Lannisport?”

“No, you idiot!” Cersei said, grabbing Jaime’s arm and pointing behind the kittens “Look behind there! Don’t you see them?”

“See what?” Jaime turned his head, tarting to catch a glimpse of what she was looking at.

Cersei scoffed frustratingly. She walked up to the salesclerk “Sir, could you open these gates for me and my family? I’d like to make a purchase for your finest felines”

“But my lady?” The salesclerk said, easy with his words “The creatures you speak of are right before your very eyes. Wouldn’t you like to purchase them? They come at a good price”

“I don’t want to buy any of these cats” Cersei said “They’re boring. The ones I saw are all the way in the back. Open these gates or I’ll have your stand removed”

The salesclerk hesitated, but opened the gates for Cersei. She walked into the pen, ignoring all the kittens begging for her attention. Instead, she strolled pass them and stopped to where her prize was. Three felines lay together: one black, another white, and the last cream.

“These are ones that I saw” Cersei said to her father “They’re not ordinary cats. Their-“

“Lion cubs” Tyrion finished for her “The white one appears to be a hrakkar. They’re only found across the Narrow Sea where the Dothraki live”

“I want one” Cersei stated “A lion will be perfect for the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms”

“You’re not Queen yet, young lady” Tywin said “And a lion would be far too dangerous to keep in a confined space. What could these cubs bring to the table that would be of any use to us?”

“What if...?” Jaime stepped in “They were to be trained?”

Tywin turned to his eldest son “What are you suggesting?”

“What if we took all three of the cubs, one for each of your children, and they were trained to be guards. Think about it, there are people out there who want to steal our virtue. The lions could protect Casterly Rock if someone were to steal The Dusk from me or Cersei”

Tywin thought for a moment. Jaime had a point. The Dusk was the pillar of Casterly Rock, and if someone were to steal it, they’d need another pillar to hold the castle in place. Lions were perfect for the Rock. And they’d provide the best security, more so than regular knights or guards.

“You’ll make sure stay fed and well trained. I will not have rampant pets under my roof” Tywin said, walking out of the pen while the children grabbed the cubs. Cersei grabbed the black one, Jaime the white one, and Tyrion the cream one.

Cersei gave the coins to the salesclerk, and climbed atop her mount alongside the other Lannisters. She looked down at the black cub, and smiled “Your name will be Everan. You’ll be the most feared lion in all of Westeros, and men shall tremble at your feet”

The cub now named Everan simply stared at his new owner, not knowing that what she said would become true in the years to come.

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While on their journey back to Casterly Rock, Tywin insisted that the cubs be put through their first test. A test to see how each lion would survive on their own.

“But they’re only babies” Tyrion said “They won’t be able to wander out there on their own”

“They won’t be alone” Tywin said “We’ll be right here behind them, observing to see what kind of training they’ll have to endure”

The cubs were dropped from the children’s arms and walked aimlessly around the fields. Everan snarled at his younger siblings, and lead the pack with pride of that of a king.

Cersei held her head high and smirked proudly “It appears I’ve picked right cub. Everan may be young, but he holds himself like a true pack leader”

The white cub, instead of backing down, snarled back at Everan and ran through the grass carelessly.

“He seems a bit reckless” Jaime said “But my cub seems to hold his ground quite well. He’ll be as fearless as the Rhoynar and the First Men” He stopped for a second, and then his eyes lit up “Hmmm, perhaps Rohar would be a good name for him. To remind the people of where his strength comes from”

Tywin looked at the cubs. This test seemed to be working well for the first two, but the last lion was having trouble catching up. The cream one was nearly at the heels of the horses they were riding, barely making an effort to catch up to Everan and Rohar.

“She doesn’t seem to be moving much” Tyrion said, looking over his horses head to watch the lion walk “There’s something wrong with her”

“If she can’t learn to make a move, she’ll be left in the dirt while her brothers roam the world” Tywin said, as he signaled on of the guards to come up

The guard grabbed the sheath of his sword and struck the cub, making it tumble on the ground. The lion could be heard giving a yelp of disapproval, and the dirt became red with the blood of her wound.

“You hurt her!” Tyrion yelled, getting off his horse and grabbing the cub “She’s bleeding! Why would you do that?!”

“Because she needs to learn” Tywin said “If she’s going to protect the Rock, then she needs to be prepared for any threats. She can’t be walking aimlessly around the castle while a stranger walks into its walls”

Tyrion looked at his father with hatred, but stopped as he turned to the lion in his hands. The sheath has struck her face, leaving a scar on her face that went from her left eye to the bottom of her right cheek. The wound was reassuringly not deep. Has the sword gotten deeper, the cub would’ve not have been able to get on her feet or make her cry of anguish.

“I’ll take care of her” Tyrion said to his father “Whatever’s wrong with her, I’ll try and fix it. She’ll protect Casterly Rock proudly, I promise. You may not see it, but she’ll be the strongest and biggest of them all. I know it”

A scoff could be heard from Cersei, but Tywin paid no mind to it. Tyrion was so determined to keep his new pet, and Tywin had no interest in starting an argument with the dwarf.

Tywin turned to his other children “You too, grab the other cubs. We’re done with their tests. For now”

Jaime and Cersei grabbed Everan and Rohar, while Tyrion climbed back onto his horse. The female cub could be heard purring into Tyrion’s chest, her wound no longer bleeding. The cut would affect her sight on her eye greatly, but it wouldn’t stop her from living.

Tyrion looked down at the cub, smiling fondly “I shall name you Cira. You will wear your name proudly, and you will wear it like armor. You’ll be stronger than any of the First Men or even any of the Unsullied across the Narrow Sea”

Cira looked up at Tyrion, licking his face lovingly. Tyrion giggled softly “You are my cub. And I’ll be your momma. Not your master or your owner, but your momma and your friend. And you shall be mine. From this day, until my last day”

Cira settled into Tyrion’s lap, accepting that this boy was her home. And she’d do anything to protect it. The same could be said for Everan and Rohar, who would make their owners proud.

Very proud.

[nightwingswing]

“Deadly Attraction” (Fem!Villains x Fem!Reader)

Hello my lil�� wings! My sumer holidays has begun!

Now i’ll have more time to update! So dont fret, the updates to your fav imagines will come soon! Anyway, sorry for not updating, college sucks the life out of students so i couldn’t update at all. Luckily now is summer and i have soo many ideas my wings! Also i have so many interesting request! i cant wait to start!

So stay tunned, wings! All your request are coming!

Also, This will be another series of this blog, I wrote this for pride month,and i liked it so it wil become a series. And I Hope you all like it too!

Villains need some love too!

Tags: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @totallovelesson @crazyfreckledginger @wonderlace19 @algentforthewin @electra-writes33

If you wanna be tagged in this or in any of my imagines message me anytime!

(Female villains included in this series: Catwoman, Harley Quin, Poison Ivy, Lady Shiva, Talia Al Ghul, Star Sapphire, Circe, Cheetah, Lena Luthor, Nyssa Raatko, Blackfire, Cheshire. If you want me to add any other, please leave a coment or message me who!)

 I hope you all enjoy and happy pride month!

Martha and Thomas Wayne were proud parents of two.  

They had Bruce after years of trying, when their works allowed it.

They loved him to pieces, they took time of the job to be able to care for him and when they couldn't, Alfred took care of him like his own.

Nevertheless, Martha missed something. She always wanted a girl. As a child she dreamed of having a daughter, she always admired the daughter-mom bond. Her own mother always said she was her best friend,  she would always be there no matter what.

Martha wanted that bond too.

When she shared it with Thomas he agreed. He thought it would be good for Bruce -who has just turned seven- to have a little sister to care for. He also wanted a little girl.

When Bruce was seven,they thought it was a good moment.

A few weeks later, Bruce the ever so clever boy noticed that his mom glowed with a new found light. His dad had hugged her gently and kissed her deeply, even Alfred looked overjoyed!. Being the curious boy he asked.

“mommy daddy??” he titles his head.

His dad kneels by his side and hugs him sideways.

“hey Bruce, what would you say or having a baby sibling?” he smiled. Bruce eyes glowed as he smiled.

“ Am I going to be a big brother????” he smiled bright.

“Yes darling"  his mom smiled and kissed his forehead as Bruce hugged her slightly round tummy.

“I'm going to be the best big brother!”

Nine months later, Bruce had to stay in the mannor with Alfred as his father took his mom to the hospital.  He stayed up, worried as Alfred stayed by his side calming him down.

A day later, his parents came home with a soft creamy white blanket wrapped around a small bundle. He approached them with Alfred, he noticed his mom happy glowing face with slightly bags under her eyes. His father kissed her and took the bundle from her, he smiled and told her to get some rest, that he will take care of (y/n). She smiled as she held to Alfred arm and walked upstairs.

His father smiled at him, and pointed to the couch. Bruce followed and sat on the couch, his father sat next to him and told him to be careful. He then placed the small bundle on Bruce's chest.

It was so warm, small… He looked to the baby’s chubby face, he smiled as his eyes filled with happiness, he looked at his dad as his hands wrapped around the chubby baby. His father smiled, kissed his forehead as he spoke.

“Bruce, this is (y/n), (y/n) Wayne. Your little sister ”

Bruce smiled.

He will be the best big brother.

She will be protected.

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Night.

A gun.

Bang!

The sound of a body hitting the ground.

BANG!

Pearls hit the floor, as his mother's body flops to the floor.

Bruce looked at the criminal as he took of running.

He kneels by his dad body, his hands trembling, dread filling his body as he feels numb. Tears flow down his cheeks, cold and salty, making his eyes sting as his throat closes.

He's unable to speak.

Unable to move.

He just stares at his father's cold body, blood falling down his mouth.

From the corner of his eye he sees his mother move. He quickly crawls next to her, his mother grabs his hand in her weak hold. Her blue eyes stare at his, full of sadness and love.

She knows she isn't going to make it.

Her breath is labored,  hard as she coughs,  blood flow down her pretty face, her eyes look at his as she tries to speak. Searches for her voice, looking at him she smiles, her bloodied hand caresses his cheek.

“take...care..of her" she coughs more blood, knowing her time is closer she looks at him lovingly” W..we...love...you both..” she wheezes hard. Her throat closes as blood fills her throat.

She gives him one last smile, as her hands hold become weaker, her eyes lose all their light.

But her smile stays, it stays is in her face, as she had seen one of her two big loves, one last time.

Bruce stays cold,alone and numb. Between his parents bodies, his face with the bloody caress from his mother. His eyes sting harder as his throat comes undone in a loud, deafening, heartbreaking scream.

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Hours later, he's sitting in his parents room, he feels numb, empty, alone. He stares with a cold face out of the window. His heart feels empty.  The gun resonates in his head on repeat. His father's begs. His mother's protective hug…

Bang…

        Bang……

                        BANG!

He covers his ears as he feels the tears he thought had dried come back to his eyes.

Suddenly a infant cry broke the manners silence.

Bruce startle walked to his sound, seeing his little sister bawling ,shaking her little fist seeking comfort.

He felt his heart warm slightly as her little hand wraps around his finger.

He wasn't alone.

He saw his sister chubby face calm as she fell asleep again, holding his finger lovingly.

Bruce kissed her forehead as he smiled.

“ I will take care of us, (y/n)” he smiled. “whoever killed our parents will pay...I promise you that. “

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That was a long time ago.

Bruce keep his unspoken promise to his mother. He did his best to protect you.

While he always tried to be at your side like your parents did, but trying to keep the company in good hands and trying to find your parents murderers made it difficult.  

He still tried his best but he knew you were in good hands as long as Alfred was with you.

Sadly for you,  Bruce had growl overprotective of you after one time when you were six a mob tried and failed to kidnap you. Since then, he made sure you were never alone. In Gotham academy,  in the manor anywhere, you were never alone.

Though you felt Incredibly alone.

Bruce always keep close watch on you, so good people never approached you afraid they would anger Bruce.

The only people who tried -and failed- were people that liked the name Wayne, but couldn't care less about who (y/n) was.

Then, one day everything changed.

It was the beginnings of spring, Bruce and Alfred had went out shortly to buy some of Bruce's gym clothes. Against your brother's complaints you decided to stay home, Alfred nodded and reminded you to not open the door and Bruce to get your bat and kick them and call 911. And thus you were here, in the manors library, reading your favorite book. You were wearing your favorite (f/c) cotton pants and your (s/f/c) shirt, drinking your (f/d) calmly.  

You loved times like this, calmness, the warmth of books, your favorite drink and the soft chirp of birds.

When you had finished the third chapter your ears caught the pitter patter of someone's feet.

They were to light to be Alfred's and to slow to be Bruce's.

Alarms flared in your mind, you got up to catch the burglar by surprise.

You followed the shadow as it went down to the kitchen. You hid behind the kitchen island and watched.  It was clearly a she, wearing black leggings,  slightly broken in her knees. An old  black leather jacket and a beanie with cat ears and goggles. She was older than you, probably around Bruce age. Her green eyes looked around until they found something interesting.  She got up the counter and grab the cookie jar. She jumped down with a satisfied smirk and let the jar in the table, she took her beanie off  letting her brow-black hair free;It was short and curly slightly buffy, you thought it was a cool haircut.

She picked the cookie and bit into it as her stomach growl in hunger.

You clutched your bat as you decided to get up.

“ A re you hungry?”  your soft voice surprised her as she jumped into a defensive stand. “no no no! Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you! “ her eyes narrowed  “i won't call the police either “  she calmed as her green eyes analyzed you. “I'm (y/n), and you?” you smiled.

“ Selina.” she said with a low voice. You smiled.

“ you're hungry selina?” you smiled. She nodded as she picked up the cookie that fell from her hand,quickly eating it. “want want a glass of milk?* her eyes sparkled at the mention as you smiled. “milk is it then.”

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That's how you meet your best friend Selina Kyle. She and you saw each other whenever Bruce wasn't around.

You two would hang in the library, drinking and eating snacks as Selina would tell you about her daily adventures. You smiled as you imagined having so many adventures too. Some other times you would cuddle together and watch some movie.

Once she even stayed for a sleepover.

Obviously Bruce had no idea of that.

But Alfred did. But he was way to happy you finally had a friend to tell Bruce.

You introduced Selina to Alfred, so he would be calm you weren't hanging out with a dangerous person. He seemed to believe her enough as he gave you his word that he would keep your secret.

Thus Selina and you began a wonderful friendship.

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“This is Moon. She's the kitten mama. This is her kitten star.” selina said proudly. You smiled as you pet the both cats as they purred in pleasure. “and this one is princess, she's the smallest kitten.” she held the kitten in her hand and showed it to you,  you held her and smiled.

“she's adorable “ you said. Selina smiled as she put the milk in the two bowls. The alley was damp and cold. Her eyes caught a silhouette walking to them. She grab your hand and tell you you had to flee. You nodded and let the kittens in the safe place of the alley, holding Selina's hand you both took off running between giggles you arrived to Gotham plaza.

“That was fun!” you smiled happily, your breath laboured as you sat in a bench. “ The funnest thing since Bruce’s silly photocall.” you smiled at Selina, your (e/c) eyes bright and happy centered on her made her heart swell. She smiled too as her cheeks became slightly rosy.

“Want an ice cream?” she smiled.

“Yeah! sounds amazing!” you smiled. She smiled back and ran to an ice cream parlour.

You were looking at some pigeons when a young girl clutching a book passed by. A group of kids were laughing at her as her cheeks burned in shame, little tears in her eyes.

You, being the bleeding heart you were, stood up.

“hey! why don't you mess with someone your age?! oh that's right, you can’t mess with babies. “ You smirked at their surprised faces. “ Flee like the babies you are!” they took running as the blond girl stares at you amazed. You turned at her and she cowered, you smiled and put your hand on the smallest girl.

“ You're okay?”

“Y-yeah, thank you” She smiled, putting her long red hair behind her ear, shyly.

“Im (y/n). What’s your name?”

“P-Pamela.” She smiled at you.

“Well, Pamela if those kids try to mess with you again just show them who’s the better person, alright?” you smiled

“Okay.” She smiled, clutching her book closer, you looked at it curious. It was an old book, broken by the corners and yellowed pages. The covers looked old and dusty.

“ Oh, Darwin eh?” You smiled, pointing at the book.

“Y-Yeah. I love this b-book. It was given to me a long time ago.” She smiled, holding her copy of  Insectivorous Plants  closer.

“ My brother has his books in our library too!” You smiled.

“ You have a library?” she asked, amazed.

“Yeah!” You smiled. “Maybe I’ll show it to you one day!”

“T-that would be amazing!” She smiled, her cheeks slightly rosy.

Selina came back, after getting your ice creams. She looked out of breath, cluthing the slightly melting ice cream.

“ (n/n) we have to go- Who’s your friend?” Selina said, standing tall and close to you.

“Her name is Pamela, we met while you went to get ice cream!”

“hn.” Selina said looking at the red-head up and down. “ Nice to meet you. Now, (y/n) we have to go, please.”

“ Okay, Sel.” You smiled and put the flower Selina had put in your hair when she went to pick you up in her long red hair. “ Hope we can meet again soon, Pam.” you smile.

“ that would be great.” She smiled.

“Let’s goo, (n/n) “ Selina pouted.

“Okay! Let’s go.” You smiled as you waved Pamela goodbye, walking away with Selina.

Pamela touched the flower and smiled brightly.

She had a friend!

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Selina and you walked around some more eating your ice creams, She was still showing you around, which where the best rooftops to hang, where you could see the bay from.. It was all very awesome!

You two were chilling in said roof, you smile happily as you breathed fresh air. This had gave you your wing, the freedom you so much seeked.

All thanks to Selina.

You looked at her as she stared down the street, her button nose, tanned skin,pinkish lips and black hair.

She was really pretty, you thought blushing.

Suddenly a cry could be heard, a car had loosed control and was fastly driving towards a blond girl. People yelled to her to get out of the way, but she was like a deer in highlights. Staring at the truck, eyes wet and scared.

“Sel, we had to do something!!” you said.

Selina quickly jumped into action,looking for something that may be of use while you prepared yourself. She grabbed a rope and tied it tightly.

“Are you sure about this, (n/n)?” She asked worried.

“ Yes! there is no time!” you grabbed the rope,kissed Selina’s cheek , took a deep breath and jumped. Fastly approaching the girl as the truck came closer and closer.

She held his cheek as she blushed sadly the color of her skin paled as the truck drove faster and faster approaching quickly.

Selina looked scared as you and the girl disappeared as the truck drove by,leaving a cloud of screams of terror and shock on its tracks.

Selina stared in horror as the truck rode by, her heart wrenching painfully as her long nails buried in her palms.

be okay

        be okay

                     be okay

                                “god damn it (n/n) BE OKAY!”

Her scream sounded along the street as the dust the truck woke disappeared. There were you, hugging the smaller  blond to you chest as she sobbed. You looked up at the rood and smiled at Selina, waving.

Selina broke in a nervous laugh as she fell on her knees, she waved back as ligh tears of happiness fell from the corner of her eyes.

The people cheered, the tv had broadcasted your heroic act on air.

Selina quickly started climbing down to go with you, see if you were hurt in any way.

You sat hugging the small blond as she sobbed her eyes out. You brushed her blond hair as you shushed her to calm. She slowly calmed as she relaxed in your hold, you smiled at her as she looked at you sniffing softly, her pretty blue eyes dampt from tears. She smiled weakly as she whispered in a tight voice.

“Thank you” As you opened your mouth to answer the cries of her mother as she ran towards her made the attention of the child go to her mom.

“HARLEY! HARLEY OH MY GOD!” she ran as the presumably “Harley” get out of your hug to run to her mother soothing arms.

“mama!”she opened her arms as her mother clutched her in a bear hug.

“god, harley..thank you miss, thank you so much.” she thanked you as tears flowed from her eyes in relief.

“ it's what i had to do,ma’am.” you smiled. She thanked you once again as she walked away clutching her child, who gave one last look at you and smiled and waved, you waved back and she hid her face in her mother's neck, looking at you from her hair.

“(y/n)! “ Selina yelled as she hugged you hard. “ Never do this again! you almost gave me a heart attack!” She hid her face in you (long/short) hair. You rubbed her back as you hugged her.

“ I wont, i promise.” you smiled.

oh, if you knew smol (y/n)...if only you knew..

Selina keep clutching into you until it was time you went home again.

She accompanied you to the manor and until the door. There she gave you a kiss in the cheek and fleed. You smiled and opened the door, walking inside.

Everything was quiet and dark, you slowly walked upstairs when the light of the living room turned on.

Bruce was sitting in the couch, wearing his silk, black pajama, a big frown on his face as Alfred stayed by his side, a worried look on his eyes. In the tv, the images of your heroic act were on a loop. Bruce stopped the recording as his deep blue eyes stared into your (e/c) ones.

“ (y/n) Wayne. You're in big trouble”

Oh snap.

(Hope you all enjoyed! Please tell me your thoughts!)

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #93

“you better run, better run, outrun my gun.”

do you like your toes? no. people make fun of them because they are SOOO TINY. do you go to church? if so, do you actually pay attention?  i don't really go regularly, no, but when i do go, i pay attention. when you are home alone at night and hear strange noises, are you afraid someone is going to break in?  sometimes. i'm paranoid like that. do you want any tattoos? if so, where? i want lots. the only places off-limits to me is my face, my breasts (don't mistake that for sternum area), and probably my ass. are any of your friends virgins?  i'm aware at least one is, but it's not my business regardless. ever held a newborn animal? kittens, yes. can you name a single song by billy joel without looking it up? i can list multiple: "uptown girl," "moving out (anthony's song)," "piano man," etc... i grew up listening to billy joel 'cuz my dad loves him. do you wish life functioned more similarly to video games, such as having a save file that you could return to after you make a mistake & therefore you could erase that from happening & start over anew? huh. not sure, honestly... do you try to avoid burping in public, or are you open about it? after all, it is a normal bodily function. i try to do it quietly. have you ever refused to read / watch / listen to something simply because a lot of people really liked it? no, that's remarkably stupid. if you have a dog, are they friendly to strangers or other dogs? teddy loves new dogs and is initially apprehensive of strangers and will bark, but then starts crying excitedly lol. cali hates strangers in general. she won't bite or anything, but she'll growl and shake a lot. it takes a while for her to warm up to strangers. bentley just follows along with the other dogs. is it hard for you to get along with people that have different opinions than you? or can you ignore all of that stuff and be friends with just about anyone? it's honestly not hard for me at all, so long their opinions aren't just blatantly harmful. be honest, did "fifty shades of grey" arouse you in any way? never watched it, never will, because i'm not interested in watching a glorified porn. do you think you’d have what it takes to shoot someone if you had to protect yourself?   i know i'd have what it takes if i had no other choice. did you parents know what gender you were before you were born? i think, but i do know that i was initially thought to be a boy because my legs were always crossed in all the ultrasound pictures. i'm such a lady. :T do you have trouble reading small fonts?  depends on the font. roughly how hot are the summer temperatures where you reside? 90s, sometimes 100s. ew. do you find watching animals in their natural habitat to be exciting & fascinating?  YES. of all the decisions you have thus far made in your life, which was the best & which was the worst? best: going to holly hill; worst: rather not talk about. discarding the fact that they can smell & tend to get dirty a lot, do you like your feet, or feet in general? i absolutely loathe feet. they're just gross. do you have a favorite film, if so, what is it and why?  "alice in wonderland," tim burton's version. i just love that movie so much because it goes to show just how endless the imagination is. what was the last piercing you got? how much did it hurt? lip. and it hurt a lot, i mean, there's a needle jabbing through an extremely sensitive area. who was the last teacher to make a lasting impression on you? coach collie<3 that man is a saint. i wish i still had contact with him. would you breastfeed your child, if you ever had/have had one? probably? breast milk has so many more important nutrients. i'll never forget this diagram i saw at the hospital while ashley was having one of her kids and it showed just how much more nutrients breast milk has versus formula milk. but i don't want kids, so i'll never make that decision. have you ever slept naked?  no. i'd be way too uncomfortable. have you ever given someone oral sex? yes, and i don't like it. have you ever cuddled with someone that wasn’t a significant other? no. if you’re in a relationship, does cuddling with someone else count as cheating?  yes. when typing, what do you use to represent laughter [lol, ha, hehe, *giggle*, etc.]? lol or ha ha do you know how your parents met? if not, is that something you would want to know?  they met at work. do you ever roleplay? online on designated forums, yes. never in real life. have you ever seen the movie "matilda"? yes!! i love that movie!! do you have a poster of your favorite band/artist on your wall? metallica, yes. is your mall nice? NO. people being shot and fighting there aren't exactly uncommon. are you hard to handle? i'm mentally ill. obviously. have you ever had your eyebrows waxed?  yes. what color was the last bathing suit you wore? black. have you ever been to cracker barrel? yes. do you like your steak rare? medium well. how much younger or older would you date someone? i wouldn't date younger than 21, and i wouldn't date older than like 29. have you ever lived with a girlfriend/boyfriend?  yes. what’s your favorite book series?  it'll probably all be "warriors" by erin hunter. how can a person tell if you’re mad or annoyed? i mumble, scowl, and barely talk. and if i do, i speak as short sentences as possible. do you actually use the camera on your phone? NO. the camera on my phone is AWFUL. if i wanna ever take selfies, i use my old phoen. do you think it’s ignorant for people to have unprotected sex when they’re not ready for a child? obviously?? are there any specific piercings you would never, ever get done? eyebrow, smiley, nipples, and whatever the fuck that piercing is where your private gets pierced. i'm sure i'm forgetting others. what’s your favorite non-animated disney film? probably "a cinderella story" do you know anyone who had to have tubes put in their ears as a baby? yeah, me. were either of your parents baptized?  i don't know. mom, probably, since she was raised roman catholic. has anyone killed one of your pets before?  people have run over our cats before. do you have a push lawnmower or a riding lawnmower? we don't mow our own lawn, so we don't have one. we have a friend who does it. what is/are your pet[s] doing at this moment?  the dogs are sleeping and venus is curled up like a total cinnamon roll in her rock. describe the main problem with your last relationship? he wanted an extrovert, which i was unwilling to fake being. are you someone who has to hide the things you like around friends?  yes, i am totally that person. i get embarrassed about the things i enjoy, idk why. have you ever been to a porn website? were you addicted to it afterword?  no, and i never will. what is the most disgusting thing you think the opposite sex can do? be abusive. have you actually been through a devastating natural disaster before? multiple hurricanes. hurricane floyd was the worst. what fast food place, in your opinion, has the best french fries? bojangle's like yaaaas do you believe one day aliens might take over the planet earth? no, i don't. is it currently your favorite season? if not what is your favorite? no. my favorite's probably autumn, but winter almost ties it. do you like soda pop? if so, which is your favorite and least favorite? mountain dew's my fave, pepsi's probably the worst. do you have any siblings you’re embarrassed about being related to? no. i'm proud of my siblings. do you ever talk to people you met online through webcam? or is that weird? no. way too awkward. who was the last person you kissed and why did you kiss this person? tyler, and because i felt obligated to. is there a day you’d just like to forget? which one? the day i attempted suicide, the night jason broke up with me and the whole day afterward... when was the last time someone dumped you?  august or september of 2015. do you like dark chocolate or white more? what about milk chocolate? out of those two, i prefer dark because i hate white, but my favorite's milk. how many times have you seen star wars? be honest. i've never watched star wars. are you good at memorizing phone numbers? NO. i don't even know my own phone number. the only one i know is my mom's. have you ever made your own website? yep. do you like men who have a sensitive side? having a sensitive side is mandatory for me if you want me to like you at all. have you ever tried to get someone into a certain band/artist?  kinda indirectly. and it worked lmao be honest, does the person you like actually deserve you? or are they actually not worthy of your affections? it's more like idk if i deserve /him/ would you ever go on "fear factor"? no. would you ever wear black lipstick? do you know anyone who does? i do wear black lipstick if i ever do wear lipstick. would you rather be a successful writer or artist?  OHHHHHH now THAT'S a good question! i don't know! what is your favorite christmas movie? jim carrey's "how the grinch stole christmas" have you ever attended a religious or private school? does sunday school count? ever suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder?  yes. i think i'm fully recovered by now though. what is the shortest relationship you have ever had with someone?  less than 24 hours. do you like korn?  HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL YEEEEEAAAAH when you were little, did you pick up worms? do you pick worms up now?  yes and no did you like the movie "finding nemo"? it was one of my favorites as a kid. i still love it. which part of your state/province do you live in [upper, lower, middle]? the east. when was the last time you went out of state? last summer for ashley's wedding. do you like paranormal stuff? YAAAAAAAAAAAAAS what letter does your surname begin with? "d" what is one food you couldn’t live without? pizza @-@ when you’re eating pizza do you add anything like crushed peppers, parmesan cheese or hot sauce to it? i used to always have it with hot sauce... i need to do that again, it was awesome. have you ever been able to pet a normally wild animal, like a tiger or dolphin?  i don't think so. where is your dad from? ohio where is your mom from? new york if you could find one long lost friend of the past, who would it be?  megan do you consider how you act online to be different than you act in person? in some areas, yes. i'm more open and excitable online. have you ever written a short story/novel? yes. do you believe in the paranormal or cryptids?  paranormal, yes, some cryptids. which dinosaur is your favorite?  spinosaurus! would you ever play with a ouija board?  no. i don't know if i believe they work, but i sure as hell don't wanna find out. which side of your family are you closest to? mom's would you want to work at the same place as your significant other? no. i personally need some space. would you rather die or eat another human being?  i'd rather die. is there anything that you and your friends simply can’t agree on? yes; most of my friends are liberal, and i'm more on the conservative side. but i don't even agree with some of my conservative friends because i'm not entirely conservative myself. who was the last person to comment on your facebook status? what does the comment say? i was hesitant to do so, but i updated on how i've been doing since my "incident" in february. i fucking scared everyone that day and wanted to let everyone know how great i've been doing. but anyway, it was my friend maria, and i don't remember off the top of my head, but she said a lot about how she loves me and that i'll always have god. she is SUCH a sweetheart, miss her<3 what are three reasons you’ve smiled or laughed most recently?  markiplier, rhett&link, and then probably pewdiepie. youtubers legitimately keep me going lol. think about your ex, your crush, or the person you’re currently dating. Were you attracted to that person as soon as you met them, or did the attraction develop over time? do you mean physically or mentally? physically, i actually thought he was kinda weird-looking but still attractive in some weird way, and mentally, i thought he was very interesting. which do you use the most, smiley faces, kisses or hearts?  various emoticons that are usually smiley faces of some sort. is there any kind of food or drink that you used to love, but now hate? sprite. it was my favorite soda. now i just don't like it. who is your favorite disney channel person?  raven symone, off the top of my head. what do you have pierced? ears, bottom lip when you take surveys, are your answers inspired by the person's before you? occasionally do you know any immigrants? yeah. do you know how to look after yourself away from home? (budget, pay pills, feed yourself, cook, clean, do laundry etc.) not really, to be totally honest... do you like dried fruit at all? what's your favorite type?  i hate dried fruit. where is the biggest window in your house? the living room. is there any song out there that just amazes you every time you hear it?  probably "fade to black" by metallica. the solo is so fucking amazing. do your pets spazz out a lot?  the dogs, especially teddy, bark at EVERYTHING does it bother you when people write "hai" instead of "hey", or are you one of those people?  no. i do it rarely. does your dad have any tattoos? no. how often does it snow where you are? does it interrupt your day-to-day life? like... once every other year or at least a little bit every year. and it almost never does. do you get really bad periods? if so, what do you do to make them less painful?  not anymore. they used to be horrendous before i went on the pill. but if i do cramp anyway, i use a heating pad and take advil. do you prefer zebra stripes, tiger stripes, or leopard spots? tiger stripes. have you ever held a snake?  many times. have you ever seen a volcano? no. have you ever met an alaskan? i've never actually *met* her, but i have a friend who's from alaska. she may still live there, i can't remember. did you ever play spyro? I STILL PLAY THAT SHIT BROTHER do you think mouse traps are wrong? the more inhumane ones, absolutely. who is your favorite fictional character?  pyramid head what's your favorite board/card game? board game, i guess clue, but i don't really like board games. card game, "magic: the gathering." have you met the last person you kissed’s parents? no. who is the first person you see in the mornings? always mom. she sleeps on the couch just outside my room. have you ever kissed anyone you weren’t dating? no. are you friends with your best friend’s boyfriend or girlfriend? i don't have a *best* friend, but i'll answer this question for the two people i'm closest with. one doesn't have a boyfriend, the other's married. her husband's cool. there’s a serial killer in your house, what do you do? climb out a window. can you commit to one person and one person only? yes, that's the only thing i want to do in regards to a relationship. i'm strictly monogamous. how many different colleges have you gone to? two do you believe it is possible for someone to change? i take two things daily and then another if i need it. are you a submissive person?  usually, very. do you believe everyone should learn another language while still a child? hmmm. maybe. how do you feel about tattoos and piercings?  love 'em. great form of expression. do you care what people think?  a bit too much. did you like kissing the last person you kissed or the one before that more? the one before by fucking eons is there anybody you think is hot over the age of 40? james hetfield, baby. yummy. are you embarrassed to buy condoms? i never have, but i'm not sure if i would be. probably not so long as i had other things with me. but i'd still most likely use self-checkout. have you ever picked wild flowers? yeah. have you ever seen a mountain in person?  yes<3 do you prefer jam or butter on your biscuits?  jelly have you ever explored somewhere abandoned?  yes. which season do you think is the prettiest? autumn have you ever found a four-leaf clover? yes. true story, we noticed a four-leaf clover patch in our front lawn the day after my father left the family. what's your favorite type of bird? barn owls when was the last time you made out with somebody? like a year and a half ago what month of the year was your mother born?  august what's your favorite type of bread? pumpernickel, yum. do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? yes. do you consider your goals easily achievable or are they pretty grand?  in-between, i guess? my main goal is to be a successful photographer, and photography is a veeeeeery competitive industry. did the last person you kissed have piercings? yep, lip piercings. do you believe that your first true love can be your only love in life? (s)he can be, sure. are your boobs real? yeah. is the last person you kissed mad at you?  most likely would you ever be a stripper?  under no circumstance. who was the last baby you held? ryder, my nephew. do you believe there's two sides to every story?  i mean sure. don’t you miss chuck e. cheese? of course. i loved that place. would you ever get a tattoo on your collar bone? i have one on my collar bone. what do you think of girls with huge boobs that don’t wear bras in public? i don't care if you have small or big boobs, wear a bra in public, please. do wasps scare you?  YEAH have you ever worn flipflops in the snow?  lol yes do you like the ends of bananas? i don't eat the end. have you tried playing cranium? yeah. i loved those games. what was the one where you were at a festival? that was my favorite. did you own a playground set when you were younger?  a swing and a slide. do you know how to use photoshop? only very minor things. how about sony vegas? yes. when people smoke around you, does it make you cough? yes. have you ever suspected your mom or dad of having an affair? not entirely. mom claims that dad cheated on her, but honestly? i doubt that very much. my mom lies about my dad a LOT. who was your most romantic moment with?  jason who does your most embarrassing moment involve?  jason. who is your oldest friend?  he's 30-ish. sam. your youngest?  17. chelsea. who have you known the longest?  that's still my friend? colleen or summer, not sure. what was your favorite tv show as a kid?  pokemon what do you think makes crop circles?  very bored people. what are you most known for?  being addicted to meerkats lol who's your favorite cousin?  i don't really have one, considering i'm not very close to any? but audrey or brenna are the ones closest regardless. what would you do in the event of an apocalypse? die, obviously? what teacher inspired you the most? how did they? coach collie. he was so wise and intelligent and caring. would you rather go fully blind or fully deaf? blind. i couldn't live in silence. what are your feelings on feminism? people tend to take it WAY too far. describe your first relationship?  it was puppy love. we were close friends and both thought it was more when it really wasn't. describe your last relationship?  a worthless endeavor. wanted to like him when i really didn't, and he proved why i didn't. name all the pets you’ve ever had. trigger (collie), angel (lab), teddy (beagle/cocker spaniel/collie), dale (cockapoo), harley (lab/pit), delilah (don't know what she was), cali (boxer), bentley (jack russel mix), charcoal (cat), eeyore (cat), aphrodite (cat), oreo (cat), chance (cat), bobbie (cat), cheshire (cat), loki (cat), lexi (cat), at the minimum like 30 other cats, squeak (guinea pig), snickers (guinea pig), harry potter (guinea pig), another guinea pig, eurydice (gerbil), another gerbil, rhoka (rat), tezzeret (rat), rhett (rat), link (rat), mona lisa (ball python), cato (ball python), venus (ball python), shadow (chinese water dragon), and i'm sure i'm forgetting some... we've just had sooo many pets. do you put posters on your bedroom walls? my walls are covered in posters and drawings. has anyone ever told you that you’re a good singer?  yeah, but i'm not. do you have a lot of hair on your arms? or none at all?  i guess i have a normal amount. what would you do if you were stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean? oh my god. i've no idea. probably just wait until i starve to death if there was no way to contact anyone. would you ever sell your soul?  no. what was your class song when you graduated? that stupid fucking "this is how we roll" song because i went to school with a bunch of rednecks. what's the scariest living animal that you've petted? rose-haired tarantula. do you brush your tongue with your toothbrush? of course what do you order at chik-fil-a? just the chicken sandwich. soooo good, are you a good kisser? supposedly. do you like 80’s music?  '80s metal, hell yeah. what kind of music are your parents into? mom, heavy metal, dad, classic rock cupcakes or muffins?  hmmm. muffins, maybe. do you prefer the beatles or the rolling stones? the stones do you prefer candles or incense?  incense which fictional villain is your favorite?  harley quinn what nationality is your last name?  scottish do you think trenchcoats are attractive on guys?  hell yeah did you rollerblade as a kid? do you still rollerblade? dude i was a boss rollerblader as a kid. i haven't been in a long time though. when was the last time you drank strawberry milk? all the way back in elementary school when i tried it for the first time. it was fucking awful. never had it again. do you own a pair of fingerless gloves?  i have multiple from my high school days. which of britney spears’ songs is your favorite?  "toxic" is a classic which did you have taken out last, your tonsils, appendix, or your wisdom teeth?  i still have all those. is your father homophobic?  i actually don't know. pencil or liquid eyeliner? pencil. i can't do liquid. have you ever applied make-up on a guy, for any reason at all? ha ha ha yes. i gave jason a makeover once. do you like any of the songs on "twilight," or the actual movie/saga itself?  for some reason, i specifically remember my little sister watching one of the movies on christmas one year and i remember "supermassive black hole" by muse was on there. i love that song. would you rather learn more about space or more about the ocean? space. do you have a mental illness? if yes, how have you learned to cope with it? if no, do you ever suspect you may have one? i have chronic depression, severe anxiety, either bipolar ii or bpd, plus i'm pretty much recovered from ptsd. and honestly, the main reason i'm able to cope with it all is because i'm properly medicated. but also deep breathing is a life saver. also continuously trying to think logically is very important. have you ever been tempted to start life over somewhere else? yeah. mom once contemplated letting me live with my cousins in new york when i was still really bad after the break-up, but i didn't want to. do you have a favorite character from the avengers?  loki and thor. do you like sprinkles on your ice cream? noooo. i don't like sprinkles. honestly, have you ever crashed a party before? no. which subject are you better at - science or history?  science do you know how much you weighed at birth? how much?  six or seven pounds, don't remember which. what noise does your favorite animal make?   they bark, chirp, etc. they make a lot of noises. do you like turtles, fishies, or frogs more?  hmmm. fish or frogs. choose: skygazing, or stargazing? ['skygazing', as in clouds, etc] stargazing, i assume. are you modest? i.e changing in front of others, etc? very, honestly. would ever go skydiving? what about bungee jumping? probably not, honestly. i'd be too scared of something going wrong. do you like breadsticks or dinner rolls better? why?  breadsticks, and because i just do? do you find it odd when males wear make-up and other such things?  no. do you curse in average conversations?  depends on the person i'm talking to. red, white, yellow, or pink roses? i like the pink ones that also have a peach gradient. do you ever wear colored eye liner? no. are you embarrassed about your sex life or lack thereof? no. have you ever seen a shooting star? i believe so. i've also seen a star explode! are you a comic book geek?  nope. do you think if someone is in a relationship, that it is acceptable to have sleepovers with other people of their preferred sex? honestly, no. that just sounds... weird. does the majority of the music you listen to have a lot of cursing or very little? what about when you were younger, did your parents approve of you listening to music with explicit or vulgar lyrics? some, but definitely not the majority. and mom didn't let my sisters and me listen to explicit stuff. for those who have anxiety, has anyone ever told you that you just need to calm down and actually face your fears? were you insulted or frustrated by this comment? oh, i've heard it more times than i've heard my own name. and i get both insulted and frustrated. it's ignorant as fuck to say that. what is your favorite song by coldplay? "clocks" is there something that you thought you would’ve outgrown/gotten over by now, but haven’t? forum role-play. what is your state’s largest city? raleigh, probably? maybe charlotte? do you listen to rise against?  not actively. i love their song "re-education through labor," though. have you ever taken care of a newborn baby? no, thankfully. did you play in the sand box as a kid? true shit, i created a trend of digging tunnels in the sandbox at school lmao. have you ever taken another person’s prescribed medication?   yes. pain medication. what’s important about april?  my sister's and dad's birthday are in april. would you be surprised if your parents had another baby together? well yeah, my mom's past menopause and she's also divorced to my dad... would you consider adoption?  i don't want kids. but if i did, i think i'd be more likely to adopt like a pre-teen. what’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet?  a lab/pit mix. do you ever put fruit on your cereal?  ew, no. how do you usually celebrate your favorite holiday? not really with anything. :( i don't have the money for costumes. we do decorate the house, though, and carve pumpkins, but that's not usually on halloween day. do you think age matters in friendship? no. i have a close friend who's 30 and he is like my brother. are you more likely to eat when you’re bored or depressed?  depressed. do all of your exes share the same eye color?  yes. have you ever been on a ferris wheel?  yeah! are you an organ donor? yes. what would you name your pet snake if you had one?  i do have a pet snake, and her name is venus. do you like peanuts?  no.  i hate nuts. when was the last time you absolutely could not hold back your tears and broke down in a place you didn’t want to?   i'm not sure. how many tim burton movies have you seen? what do you think of his movies/animation style?   oh my, i've seen a lot.  and i adore his style; he's my favorite director. have you ever met someone who was truly insane?   at mental hospitals, yes. does anyone in your family have a serious mental illness?   my half-sister is schizophrenic. do you think you could handle having an autistic or mentally disabled child?   i don't think i could handle a kid to begin with. ever been homeless?   no, thankfully.  well, we were evicted once and i had no "permanent" house at the time, but thank god colleen let me stay with her. if you were given the chance to go scuba diving, would you?  YES! have you ever seen a live seahorse?  in aquariums, yeah.  i love seahorses. (: what color did you first ever dye your hair?   i got purple highlights. is it rare for you to feel embarrassed?   not at all.  i am like constantly embarrassed about everything. is there a website you visit regularly because it's funny/amusing?  facebook.  i go on there more for the memes than keeping up with friends lmao what’s your favorite kind of cap’n crunch?  the one that's all berries.  damn, now i want some. do you get upset when a dog jumps on you?   not "upset," but i don't enjoy it. are your bras all simple/plain or do you like having funky/colored bras? if you're a guy, do you like how girls look in bras?   i don't like plain bras.  mine have to have at least some kind of design and preferably texture. what’s the scariest thing that’s happened to you?   something i'm pretty convinced was paranormal.  i was home alone, trying to go to sleep, and my dog teddy was seriously on edge.  then he randomly jerked his head up from where he was lying beside me and started barking his head off, staring at the foot of the bed.  i'd been feeling weird all night and was fucking horrified; i tried to pull teddy's head back down because him staring with his fur raised was really scaring me, but he refused to lie his head back down.  i was fucking shaking.  he finally stopped long enough for me to call my mom almost crying.  she got our neighbor to come sleep at the house with me (my family was away at a dance competition).  and mind you, it was like, 3 am, so i was fucking terrified to the point where i was fine with waking my poor neighbor up about it.  she was very, very sweet about it, though. has an ambulance ever came to your house?  maybe?  i'm not sure, we may have needed to call when ashley had one of her episodes... ever owned a turtle?   yeah, briefly. do you like paramore?  they're okay. do you think mice are cute?   YES! is there a particular fruit that you dislike? which?   i don't like cantaloupe or pears. what's your favorite birth stone?  rubies! do you like pomegranates?  YAAAAAS as a pet, would you rather have a gecko or a turtle?   gecko! did you ever own a gameboy color? if so, what color was yours?  yes.  red. if you were going to go to the movies today, what would you want to see?  is "baywatch" out yet?  it looks funny. if you had the power to control any one of the elements, which would it be?  does darkness count?  if not, fire. at what age do you consider people to be old?   70 do you ever wear chokers?   i did in high school.  don't know if mine still fit me, though.  haven't had a reason to wear one. do bees scare you?  not bumblebees or honeybees, but like wasps and hornets, fuck yeah. do you prefer margaritas or martinis?  i've only tried margaritas, which i love. what's your favorite song by the killers?   "mr. brightside" which owl city song is your favorite?  "hot air balloon," probably. what birds do you commonly see in your town/city/province?   crows, sparrows, robins, blue jays, etc... have you ever had a tonsil stone?  no.

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First of all, I'm screaming, and crying. I've read it four times last night because I couldn't believe it was real, I was like "I've just killed our kitten in 2k words. No way they did it." and yet the comment was still there and I don't know how to react. Because I used to write comments like this one but never someone did it on something mine. So first of all, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. It made my day, and still does.

I have this vision, with tybalt, a much calmer tybs than the original, one that yes at first wanted to kill romeo but is stopped by the love (whether platonic or not) for his juliet. I like to write them in a way where the crimes from their parents don't affect them this much, (like Romeo, during la vengeance, saying that it was their parents actions leading them to act like that, they're their mirror. "Sommes tous les trois vos enfants, c'est vous les seuls qui les avez tués. Nous ne sommes que des mimes a imiter vos crimes.") so maybe if the kids can put this hate aside it would more or less die with their parents.

This tybs is loyal (too much, way too much, dear boy), sure loyal to the capulets but only to those who treat him right, and lord C doesn't have this good reputation. He defends, but in his own way, on his own terms and who he chose, in that much more like I headcanon his father to do.

Juliet is young, she's still the youngest and unlike them she's never truly faced death before (though, it's always an headcanon but tybs has a wrong reputation going around, cause he actually never killed a man, wounded yes, but never killed. Probably the only one of them who actually reached that is benvolio, though one wouldn't believe it. The Cat on the other hand has a looong strike of dead bodies, but it's mostly because he's protecting the two kids of the household.), so everything is really blurred when she run. She doesn't know how to explain, she's scared and confused. And I'm glad I could convey that in words.

Cutio on the other hand is used to fights, to wounds, not prepared but used to them. He remembers how it was keeping his brother calm after he fell and scraped a knee, how saying it was nothing would work. So he childishly tries that too, both for himself and tybs. He doesn't believe a single word he says but he tries anyway.

Final moments are always a problem. How to make them quick enough not to hurt too much, like taking away a bandaid but showing what everyone feels like. (honestly? I had to cut out the Cat from that scene. He would have hugged cutio as he held tybs, covered his eyes and told him it was like falling asleep and it was all better now. Told him tybs knew he was loved and he loved him just as much. I had to cut it because that was what I said to my sister a month ago at our grandfather's funeral, cause even if she's taller than me, so it was a bit tricky, I didn't let her see him and just... Said that. It was a perfect scene but hit a bit too close so I erased it.)

The blame on romeo was the only way cutio found to tell them what happened, because saying it aloud would make it too real and he would just crumble. (again, me and my sister. I'm older and I don't have the heart to break this kind of news to her.tgats why writing those sad things is so easy. I pour what I felt it, and amplify it for the sake of writing, but sometimes I just use what I know so it can be easier to carry, especially now that I chose to push down my own "right to grief" for the sake of my family, so after a month it hit me like a train in full speed. Waaahoo!)

The stabbing, well someone had to finish what the Cat started and though it was messier (the cat is more meticulous even in killing. The perfect killer, honestly...) it worked perfectly anyway.

The ending, yes, he did, I left it unspoken but he did. It's the call back to the Canon ending, with Romeo and juliet dying because he had no other reasons to move on, exile or not tybalt is dead so it's not like romeo's exile who can hope to see her maybe somehow. Also the part with the Cat giving him a forehead kiss is taken from the toho production, benvolio kissing romeo's forehead at the end, it was such a sweet gesture that I had to use it. And the sentence was the perfect way to close everything. It's bittersweet but perfect for the scene.

Thank you, again, for leaving this comment. It meant a lot to me, more than words can explain. 💖💖💖

For the prompt meme: 23 with Tycutio? Play up the angst as much as you'd like. (Also: thank you for writing - whether it’s angst or not I always enjoy reading what you write).

I put together the two asks since this one worked too well for this ending. Sorry it took me so long to write it, but here it is, in all it’s 2461 words~ @soetpotatis

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Impaled Chest(+ held me as i died in your arms, from another set of prompts)

Fandom: Romeo et Juliette

Ship: Tycutio

“It’s not like she would have married who you chose for her.” Words slipped from his mouth way before Tybalt could finish the thought. Months before he would have never believed himself able to have such a thought, let alone speak it aloud, but months passed, Juliet was happier than ever, and in all honesty the two Montague boys weren’t that much bad. But of course that specific thought must remain in his mind. Unlike the thing he had just spoken.

“Silence. She’s my daughter, and she will do what I say.”

“Very nice.” Tybalt muttered to himself, sarcasm dripping from his lips like poison, not even trying to speak low. “Stuck in a marriage with a man twice her age because daddy likes him. Oh, I’m sure she will love you.”

“Watch your mouth.” In the span of a couple of seconds Lord Capulet turned a deep red, veins popping on his neck, hands balled in angry fists.

“Nothing against Lord Paris, - He continued, now unable to stop despite feeling the danger filling the room. - he’s great, charming. Has only qualities, really, my dear cousin.” Again, some words never meant to be spoken slipped out of habit. And Paris wasn’t even his cousin, yet. “But he’s too old. Romeo, on the other hand is just a couple of years older than Juliet, loves her, and she loves him. I’m afraid, uncle, I fail to see the problem.”

The problem was, and Tybalt knew it well since he had pointed it out not more than six months before, that Romeo was a Montague. A kind boy, gentle, considerate, and apparently truly in love with her, but still a Montague. That was the problem. And the fact that Lord Capulet already had his hand on the hilt of the short sword at his side, rage barely contained.

“Defending a Montague, now? Is that what I taught you?” Tybalt swallowed and took, instinctively, a step back.

“You taught me to fight for my family. That’s what I’m doing.” The slap was nothing, in truth it just covered the sharp pain Tybalt felt in his chest.

“You disgrace this family even more than my daughter.”

It was strange. A slap shouldn’t hurt this much. It shouldn’t hurt his chest. It shouldn’t make it painful to breathe. It shouldn’t –

“Tybalt?” He turned. Juliet screamed, eyes wide in terror, tears already falling on her cheeks. He opened the mouth but instead of words it was blood that came out, warm, thick, bright red. He fell. His knees buckled and he collapsed on the floor. The sword he remembered seeing at his uncle hip barely minutes ago was now in his chest. Completely. The hilt was almost pressed against the skin, his chest was on fire, his back was on fire, he wasn’t sure whether he was going to throw up or faint. Perhaps both. Yes, maybe he would do both. Both sounded really good.

He would have hit the floor much harder if he wasn’t already there, his vision swam and everything turned darker, then the world tilted and his head hit the ground. He saw a red dress floating in the air farther from him then nothing.

- There was a stronger pain that almost brought him back to consciousness, someone moved him, dragged him, dumped him on a bed. Rolled him on the side, hands pressed on both his back and chest, blood soaking the blankets. Tybalt felt cold, an unspeakable cold despite the fire. It made no sense. And it hurt. Everything hurt. -

***

Never before Juliet ran that fast in her life, not even when as a child she tried to keep up with her cousins. But it was a game at the time, they roared and chased her around the gardens. Now it wasn’t a game anymore, she was chased by no one but the memory of what she saw. So she ran.

She knew where to find Romeo, she was almost sure at least, and if she found Romeo then she would find Mercutio too.

- Finding them was one thing, but then? What was she supposed to say? That her cousin had been stabbed because he called romeo family? -

But she ran, and almost tripped over a disconnected brick. She lit up when she found her husband not far from her, along with Benvolio and Mercutio. When she approached them, never stopping her run until she crashed in the boy’s safe arms, they already knew something happened. Just not what, yet. What they knew, or felt, was that it was something big, and important, maybe even scary, why else the young Capulet would find herself running through the streets alone?

“Juliet… Juliet, my dear…” Romeo’s voice was sweet and calm, his arms seemed to shield her from the world. “Oh, if only he could shield her from the memories too.” She thought in despair.

“I – - She stopped, tears still streaming down her face, she just couldn’t help herself, she just couldn’t stop. - You need to come with me…” She looked up at Mercutio, a plea in her eyes not to ask anything more, she didn’t have the heart to explain him, she couldn’t. “If we run, maybe…” Something broke in her voice, something forbid her to finish the sentence. If. Was it really needed, an if? Yes, perhaps the if was fine, the maybe, on the other hand…

“Tybalt?” If there was something that Juliet loved of Mercutio was that the first thought in dire situation was for Tybalt, for his safety, for his presence. Or his absence. Not at first, no. She knew him as Romeo’s friend and nothing more, as someone who challenged her cousin, but with time she saw the differences, she learned to accept him, even to like him. To consider him almost family, just like Tybalt did with Romeo.

“It’s – it’s complicated. We need to go, we –” She wanted to cry, she wanted to stay in Romeo’s arms, the mere idea of returning home, walking through the corridors, maybe even seeing the blood still on the floor… but she couldn’t stay, she couldn’t do that to Mercutio, she couldn’t let him go on his own.

On the way to the Capulet’s Palace he didn’t say a word, didn’t ask any further explanation, Juliet could almost see his brain running faster than she did to find them, wrapping around ideas, suspicions theories he wanted to ask about but didn’t, and Juliet, oh, she was glad of their stretched silence.

“Oh God.” A voice greeted them before they could actually enter the house. “Oh, thank God you’re safe, Julie.” Passing a hand in the hair the Cat approached them both and hugged her tight. “Don’t scare me like that too, I’m old, I don’t think my heart can take it.” He tried, and failed, not to sound broken, but the way he held on her smaller body said everything he could say.

In another moment she would have laughed he wasn’t that much old and that his heart was for sure healthier than many other. But she couldn’t this time, because in the way he held her there was all the desperation of someone that would crumble if he let go.

“Where’s Tybalt?” Mercutio hated to be so blunt in that moment, but the more he had to wait and the more restless he felt.

“This way.” Mercutio was tempted to stop him after a couple of steps, they were going in the opposite direction of where he knew were the bedrooms. “It’s not a shortcut, if you’re wondering.” “I didn’t.” He wanted to say, but for once he remained silent. “But it’s safer. Mostly for me. It could be a problem if I see my uncle again. I could…” He lowered the voice suddenly as he took a corner and slipped inside a room, quickly followed by Juliet and Mercutio. “I could break something more than a nose. And an arm. And five fingers under my boots. And – No. It doesn’t matter. Look…” He turned and stopped Mercutio in front of a second door half hidden from a wardrobe. “What you’ll find won’t be good, or nice, or anything, really. I won’t blame you if you don’t want to –” Mercutio opened the door and stepped in the other room before the Cat could finish talking.

“Is it that bad?” He heard Juliet ask but the answer never reached his ears, everything fell silent as he saw the body on the bed.

He thought he had seen people hurt badly before but that was a totally new level and Mercutio wasn’t sure if it was because of the wound or because it was Tybalt.

He walked closer to the bed careful not to make any noise that would attract someone or wake the boy and he sat on the mattress, close enough to make him feel his presence, or at least he hoped so.

“My love… My Tybalt… What have you done? What have they done to you?” His fingers brushed carefully his face only getting a soft moan back. “It’s okay, don’t worry. It’s not that bad, you know? - He whispered trying to keep his voice as steady as he could. - It’s a scratch, an annoying one, but nothing mo –”

“Liar.” He didn’t expect Tybalt to answer him, he thought he was still unconscious, - He thought he would die without waking up. - he thought he wouldn’t even hear him. “Blade went through, I’m dying.” The calmness in his voice broke Mercutio’s heart more than he thought it would, he wanted to deny it, he wanted to convince Tybalt of the contrary, convince him to fight or, at least, just convince him, but he couldn’t. He saw the wound, well, he saw the bandages, and the blood, and the paleness of his face, how cold he was, and how weak. How his breathing was slow and painful, and he saw more blood coming from his mouth as he spoke.

Mercutio really wanted to tell him he would be fine but in the end he couldn’t really lie to him, not in the end.

“Tell him I’m sorry. - He heard him beg. - Tell him I tried…”

Who? Who should he tel – Oh!

“Romeo?” Tybalt nodded blinking tiredly, trying his best to remain awake.

“Uncle didn’t listen, but I tried. I did.” He whispered again, - More blood. More and more blood, Mercutio felt the urge to scream. - Mercutio nodded.

Slowly, as gently as he could he took him in his arms, he didn’t let go, not even when Tybalt whimpered and hissed in pain, careful of where he would put his hands on the chest and back, he leaned over and kissed him.

“I will. - He assured at last. - and I’ll make sure they will be fine and safe. Everyone. Romeo, Juliet, your brother. I’ll keep them safe for you.”

Tybalt smiled. It lasted a couple of seconds, then it turned in a painful coughing fit that left him breathless. He lift a hand and caressed Mercutio’s cheek, and then – Then he was gone, like smoke in the wind. He was still there, of course, his body, held tightly in trembling arms, with hands brushing his face and hair, praying to him to wake up, begging him to stay a little longer. Repeating, like a mantra, how he loved him, and how he should have said it more before.

***

The first thing both Romeo and Benvolio noticed when Mercutio joined them was the blood on his clothes, on his hands, on his face. Then they saw the knife still in his hand, dripping blood as he walked, eyes blank staring forward, seeing the street above but nothing else, or not paying attention, they weren’t sure. He stopped in front of them and blinked, like he had to clear his vision and finally see them.

For a moment he almost lifted the dagger to Romeo’s throat, a little voice in his mind saying he was to blame too for what happened, saying that if he didn’t marry Juliet then Tybalt wouldn’t have defended him and died. But he promised. He promised, to a dying man, and it was not the kind of promise one go around and break after not even one hour. But he could blame him, yes, he could make him feel one little stab, even if just in his soul. Maybe if Romeo felt it too it would he easier for him to carry it.

“He – - He froze, his hand gripped the hilt of the dagger harder but he didn’t raise it. - He would have called you cousin. He would have defended you, and Juliet, from Lord Capulet. He did defended you and he took a sword in his chest. For you.” Tears fell before he could stop them, a sob broke from his throat. “I finished what he started, I defended your God forsaken marriage. And I finished what the cat started too. I don’t care of what will happen now, I promised you would be safe and now you will be.”

- The knife found Lord Capulet’s heart before he could even register Mercutio was there. But the heart wasn’t enough for him. He kept stabbing him until the Cat came and dragged him away ordering him to run. -

The dagger slipped from his fingers and Mercutio smiled, then laughed hysterically through tears, news of Lord Capulet’s death soon arrived to everyone’s ears in Verona, - Somehow, though, words of how he killed his own nephew remained to few chosen ones. - Mercutio found himself being dragged back to the Palace to his uncle, he didn’t resist when the two guards he had known since forever came and took him away, he simply looked back at Benvolio and a shocked Romeo, his words still echoed in the young Montague’s heir.

Some days later the secret Marriage got exposed, by order of the Prince, Mercutio got exiled, a small price for the crime he committed, Lady Capulet said, and a funeral held for her departed husband.

- A second funeral, more private and almost as secret as the wedding, was held for Tybalt, a few hours before Mercutio left the city. Just a few close people, mostly family, in the very end, whether by blood or found. -

“I knew I would find you here, little prince.” The Cat said walking in the Crypt and looking at the young man laying on the tomb, his hand holding Tybalt’s. He walked behind them and put a kiss on his forehead covering their hands with his to strengthen the hold.

“May you be together, at last.”

[amoretheiwa]

For my fellow Shidge shippers

This is a drabble of sorts of my take on the Mulan!Shidge hc...hope you like it

It’s 2196 words, and I did this instead of homework 

Princess Allura stood looking at the Star Bowl in her palace’s observatory. Her advisor, Coran, stood a short distance behind her.

“What are we to do?” She murmured, on hand holding her chin up, the other functioning as a resting spot for the other elbow.

“Princess?” Coran asked, stepping closer.

“Zarkon and the Galra are going to attack soon, and we have no paladins, no people to form Voltron and protect us. What are we to do?”

Coran cleared his throat and she turned to look at him.

“We do have one candidate, at least, for the position of Black Lion.”

Allura nodded, beginning to pace.

“Yes, the Captain. He was held by the Galra for quite some time, and is the first to have ever escaped alive, rescuing his team as well.”

“Exactly! We just put him in contact with some new recruits and hope the magic of the Lions is present and he chooses a team that will form Voltron!”

Allura stopped and looked at him.

“Coran, that’s brilliant! Send out the order right away—one child from every family within the Garrison village is to report for mandatory training, led by Captain Shirogane!”

 Katie Holt was nowhere to be found. Her brother, Matt, and his best friend, Shiro, were supposed to be finding her to join the family for dinner but the past half hour had yielded no results. Matt stopped in the middle of the courtyard they had crossed at least ten times and sighed.

“For a genius and Captain, we sure are doing a fine job.”

Shiro snorted, smiling at his friend.

“You know that neither of us are a match for Katie. Besides, she probably just fell asleep somewhere neither of us can reach.”

Matt laughed and they continued their search together. Three years ago, Matt, as the older twin, had accompanied Shirogane Takashi and his father Samuel Holt on a reconnaissance mission in Galra territory. Everything that could have gone wrong did, and more, and for over a year the three were held captive by the evil Galra. Now, having escaped, Shiro lived with the Holt family while waiting for orders. Sam and Matt were both still on medical leave, and Katie and Ava holt had welcomed the men back with tears and scolding words.

In the past two years Shiro had become an integral part of the Holt family life, and he and Katie—despite their five year age difference—had bonded in ways Matt could never hope or want to. Katie didn’t know it, but dinner that night was going to have a surprise other than desert.

“Katie!” He hollered, standing in the stables with Matt. The younger man was checking each individual stall while he was supposed to be looking at the rafters. Subtle shifting from above made him suspicious, and in moments he had scaled the ladder up to the lofts. He smiled, relief in his heart, when he saw Katie curled up in a ball amongst the straw and hay. A mother cat and her new born kittens lay in a box obviously hand made by the youngest Holt herself. As Shiro moved closer, the cat hissed at him.

“I’m not here for you kittens, little one,” he murmured gently. He placed one hand on Katie’s shoulder and rubbed his thumb.

“I’m here for this kitten.”

When Katie didn’t wake, even to his softly calling her name and slight shaking, he sighed. Shiro stood and walked back to the edge of the loft. Matt looked up at him, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. Shiro grimaced and shrugged.

“I’ll have to carry her in; maybe tonight’s surprise will just have to wait.”

Matt shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Nah, bring her down. I’ll wake her up.”

 With a few scratches the only sign of the struggle that was waking his sister up, Matt sat proudly at the dinner table. Samuel Holt’s bandages were clean and stark against his grey robes, but overall the man looked marginally better than he had even that morning. There was a twinkle in his eye that was reflected in Matt’s eyes as well, to his right, and was mimicked in Ava Holt’s eyes to his right. Katie, seated next to her mother and across from Shiro, didn’t notice as she only had eyes for the man who had been courting her for just a few months now.

As the family piled their plates at the empty end of the table, Sam gave Shiro a loaded look. Shiro swallowed roughly, and wiped his mouth with his napkin again. He stood up, pushing his chair out with a loud scrape that had him cringing, and walked around the table to stand next to Katie.

“What is it, Shiro?”

She glanced between her father and Shiro, confusion coloring her face.

The man lowered himself carefully to both knees, grabbing her hands in his. He searched her eyes, silver to amber, and started to smile. Katie began to blush under the scrutiny but didn’t say anything, her heart racing faster than it ever had before.

“Katherine Holt, with your family’s permission, I have a very important question for you. These past few years you and I have grown close, closer than I thought I could ever get with anyone again, and I had a realization recently. I love you.”

He paused, and figured that the tears starting to appear in her eyes were good tears.

“I love you with every fiber of my being. Will you, Katie, do me the honor of—”

“Yes!” She shouted, falling out of her seat and into his arms.

“Yes, a thousand times yes! I love you too Shiro,” she said, kissing his face.

Matt had laughed at his sister’s eagerness, and smiled sadly. Ava was crying silent tears, and held her husband’s hand tightly. He was grinning, and for that moment all was right in the world.

  The next morning, the joy and excitement of the household—there was to be a wedding soon!—quickly died with the appearance of a messenger straight from the Castle of Lions.

“Captain Shirogane Takashi! Commander Samuel Holt! Lieutenant Matthew Holt! The princess of our land needs presence at the Castle of Lions in a fortnight for urgent business concerning the Galra threat!”

Katie’s heart constricted with too many emotions—fear, for his fiancé of a day, her brother and father still healing, rage at this princess who commanded people’s lives without thought of the consequence, anger at the Galra for existing. Shiro kept his hand on her waist where he stood by her side.

“The Commander and Lieutenant are still physically unfit for duty, messenger. Tell the princess that she shall have her captain in a fortnight, and no sooner.”

With that, the messenger left them, the poor horse it rode upon visibly worn out. Katie turned to Shiro, looking up at him with desperate wide eyes.

“You can’t, you can’t be serious. Leaving, now?”

Shiro sighed and put his hands on her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry, Katie. But I can’t not do my duty; Princess Allura needs me and no one knows Galra tactics better than me.”

Katie looked away, off to the side. Shiro closed his eyes, thinking she was trying not to cry. In reality, the young woman was hiding the anger and jealousy she knew was evident on her face.

“I have to pack, and get things in order,” he said softly and walked away, leaving Katie standing there.

 A fortnight came and went and Shiro was gone, traveling on his own to the Castle of Lions. His chest constricted and he coughed in an attempt to clear the pain away. Katie had refused to be there to show him off with the rest of her family, and he could only hope that after this war they would still get married. Her intelligence that rivaled—and quite possibly surpassed—both her father and brother’s, her compassion, her wit and sass, were all just some of the qualities that endeared her to him.

So it was with trepidation that Captain Shirogane faced his assignment. It was not what he expected: training? New recruits? But he did not complain. It meant that he would be safer for a longer time. He ordered his subordinate to have all the recruits line up, all ten of them, for introductions. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Some white strands fell into his face and he paused. Katie loved to play with that part of his hair, constantly experimenting to see if there was a reason behind the color change other than the assumed magic the Galra had used during their torture.

Shiro shook his head and left his tent, walking to stand in front of the line of bickering soldiers. None looked too experienced, and most were young—Katie and Matt’s age. He mentally kicked himself again and focused.

“Attention!” He shouted, not too loudly. Eventually the group quieted and stood at what they thought was attention.

“You are not here to play around,” he said, starting to pace back and forth in front of them. “The Galra threat is a very real one—trust me, I would know. At the end of this training five of you will have been chosen to form the ultimate team, the legendary Voltron. Until then, you are under my command. It is my job to make sure you not only survive the Galra, but the joining of Voltron.”

He paused, thinking he saw Matt out of the corner of his eye. He turned to face the look-alike and felt his heart stop. Katie was staring back at him, fierce and somewhat afraid. He blew out a heavy breath of air and closed his eyes, facing the sky, saying a prayer for patience.

“Sound off! Name and age.”

The first six were regular people, names he didn’t recognize for better or for worse, and stood more or less with good posture. Then he reached someone he knew.

“Keith, 20.”

Shiro nodded at the younger man—they had grown up in neighboring villages.

“Lance, 20.”

He watched the way Lance seemed to glare at Keith and wondered what that was about.

“Um, Hunk, 21.”

He nodded at the man. And then he turned his stare on Katie, and wondered what name she would give.

“Pidge, 19.” Without blinking an eye, she lied about her name. He narrowed his eyes at her before turning to face the rest of the group.

“Alright men. Fall out—get your gear together and come back here. I will assign you each a partner for the remainder of the training.”

Everyone started to disperse, but before he could grab her arm Katie had run off.

 When they were lined up again, in the same order, Shiro took a second to thought. He paired off everyone—in a split second decision he put Lance and Hunk in the same tent, and Keith with Pidge. As the pairs set up their tents and personalized the spaces, he entered Keith and Katie’s tent.

“Keith,” he said, nodding at the young man who paused in his movements.

“Do you mind if I have a private word with Pidge here?”

“No, not at all Shiro.” And with that Keith walked out. Shiro watched him go and heard Katie fidgeting next to him.

“H-hey Shiro, how are you doing?”

Once he was satisfied that they were alone, he whirled around. His gentle hands cupped her face and he pulled her in for a kiss. They had locked lips more than once before, before and after their engagement, but Shiro had never so passionately stolen Katie’s air before. When he finally released her, his hands drifting down her arms to hold her hands, Katie still had a somewhat dazed expression on her face.

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t recognize my own fiancé? The woman I want to someday marry?” He murmured, not sure whether to be proud and happy she was here, or angry and worried at the predicament they now faced.

“No, I…I just couldn’t let Matt come without sending someone in his place, and I had to be close to you. I have to do my part now to fight the Galra.”

Shiro took a small step back and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I won’t go easy on you,” he said. Katie glared up at him.

“I wouldn’t expect or want you to.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“We can’t be seen together like just now, even if Keith knows.”

Katie opened her mouth but stopped.

“Keith knows?” She asked.

“Not yet, but I will be telling him. Before I met Matt, Keith was like the younger brother I never had—I trust him with my life, and yours now as well. That means trusting him with your secret too.”

Katie huffed and felt her cheeks begin to burn.

“I hadn’t even thought of that.”

Shiro groaned and rubbed a hand over his face.

“You will be the death of me,” he whispered.

Katie grinned up at him and Shiro couldn’t help himself smiling back, just a little.

[anarkhebringer]

I’ve got a story from my life. It’s about a cat I had many years ago named Bitey. I had him for almost six years and he died almost seven years ago at the time of writing this. He was and still is my best friend I’ve ever had.

Let’s start from the beginning.

I had a friend who’s oldest female cat at the time Gracie had a litter of kittens. I went over to her house almost every day back then so I was able to watch them grow up. There was a female kitten in the litter that was a pale and creamy orange color named Sunshine. I wanted her. When the kittens were weened, my friend’s parents started giving the kittens away. Her parents forgot that I wanted Sunshine and they gave her to someone else, and I ended up with one of the two fully black kittens in the litter named Tinker. I took Tinker home and the first thing we did when we got to my bedroom was play for a few hours. By the time we were done, he was laying around panting. After a while of him just laying on top of me on my chest while I layed on the ground, I started talking to him. He seemed very interested in what I was saying from the start and kept his attention on me while I spoke, so I knew from that moment he would be a VERY intelligent cat and a quick learner of my language. I asked him suddenly, “Do you like your name Tinker?“ and he just averted his eyes with an odd look while he put his ears back a little bit. I then asked him, “Do you want to change it?” and he looked at me again. I said a few names to him and he gave no reaction to them, until I said Bitey. He meowed at that one, so that name stuck. I didn’t have good air conditioning in my room at that time, so a little bit after that I asked my mom if I could bring him into the living room since it was getting a bit hot in my room and I had my door closed. We made him a makshift litter box with a pie tin and brought him in. While he was just wandering around and sniffing to learn the place, I told my mom about his new name. It stuck with everyone after that.

We had a good time with each other. We liked to just sit around and chill with each other. I drew a lot back then too so he liked to watch me draw. There were times when he rubbed his paw on my drawings if I decided to shade them in with pencil and rub it on a blank part of the paper or a blank one nearby if there was one. I had quite a few pictures I saved that had his paw markings and smears from his art. He even listened to music and watched anime with me. When he was still young he really liked watching Inuyasha with me. Inuyasha and Sesshomaru seemed to be his favorite characters (just like me).

A bit of time passed and my older sister also got a cat (full black like Bitey) named Ecliptica (spelled something along those lines I think, I was never sure how to spell his name). At first they hated each other. Over time they started getting extremely close and became the best of friends.

We moved to a different house after about a year and they warmed up to it quickly. My sister and I took turns keeping them both in our rooms at night so they could sleep together. About a year passed and everything was good with them, and suddenly one night a small Scottish Fold came running into our house when my mom opened the door to go out. My older brother claimed her. She didn’t have a name because my older brother thinks it’s unneccessary to name pets. She came into my room once in a while and she ended up befriending Bitey and Ecliptica fairly quickly.

Some time later, Ecliptica was hit by a car while outside. My sister’s friend that wa a neighbour of ours drove her and Ecliptica to the nearest vet and they had to put him down. Bitey was devastated. He became extremely depressed. For  a few months he wouldn’t do much besides lay around, not even sleeping most of the time and just staring at nothing in particular, eating very little, and cuddling with me and trying not to cry. There were times where he couldn’t hold it in and he would cry, shaking really bad in my arms and making low, breathy, and shaky noises. I cried with him whenever he did. He eventually got better and showed big strides with improvement of his mood. He ate regularly and played with me again. We even started watching anime together again too. His favorite anime of all time was Elfen Lied. He showed concern for Lucy and even cowered with his ears back when the darker puppy scenes happened. He was depressed for days after watching the puppy get killed, but still insisted on watching the show with me. He’d get a look on his face like he wanted to yell “run you idiots!” when a police officer or any special forces would act tough and run at Lucy. He looked so annoyed at the Bando scene where he first captures Lucy. He had the most unimpressed look and his eyes were half lidded. I couldn’t help but crack up the first time I saw him look like that. We watched the entire series many times together. His favorite song was the MOKA version of Lilium. I’ve tried to sing that song to him but I’ve never been able to hit high notes, so when I awfully sang high notes he’d look up at me, close his eyes and do a short purr. To this day I still have it on my 3DS but refuse to delete it despite not listening to it for a long time.

Some more time passed and I let him outside for the first time. He ended up staying outside most of the time after that. He was VERY protective over the yard and HATED when other cats even looked at it. He was also really jealous when I would pet or interact with other cats outside. He was the kind that always picked fights when another cat existed near our house or around me. he lost a majority of the time but that didn’t bring him down in the slightest. If anything it made him fight more as if he wanted to show that he could be strong and get even stronger.

After a while my brother’s cat had a litter of kittens of her own. She had a really hard time and one of her kittens came out bottom first got stuck at the neck. She panicked and got up, running around and slinging the poor kitten everywhere and knocking it against various things in my brother’s room. My mom eventually grabbed her and held her down while she reached in and got the kitten out. It wasn’t breathing and my mom had to do CPR on it. After that she kept rubbing it and eventually it yelled really loud and began to cry out. It was the runt of the litter and we knew from how it was born and how it acted that it had some sort of mental disability. My mom made sure that the cat took care of every one of the kittens. There were six. Four were gray and had folded ears like her, one was a tabby (the runt) and one was black. We knew Bitey wasn’t the father because he was never really into any sexual things and didn’t even try to mount the cats around him when he started hitting puberty like other male cats do, and because there were two other black male cats around our house. When the kittens were weened, my older sister kept the runt and named him Mehrunes Dagon My nextdoor neighbour took the rest of the kittens and their mother to a farm since her friend needed more cats there, and then it was just Dagon and Bitey with us. Dagon was a mischievous kitten and liked to annoy Bitey. Bitey was already a few years old at this time so he just sat there and didn’t even acknowledge Dagon when he did this until he really started getting on Bitey’s nerves or started biting and clawing at him in sensitive places. One day, Bitey was laying on the left arm of our couch, and Dagon was messing with him. The little guy wouldn’t stop messing with Bitey’s butt and private areas. We thought Bitey would do something already, but he stayed where he was. Dagon quickly moved to Bitey’s face, and he causally and calmly used one paw to shove Dagon off of the arm of the couch, and he landed right on top of his head. I’ll admit, it was absolutely hilarious at the time, but thinking about it now I know it contributed to the disabilities Dagon already had.

Let’s skip time again a year or so later. One day I went outside to go see Bitey, and he hopped off of the fence he was randomly trying to balance on to come see me. I gasped in utter shock and terror as I noticed a hole on the right side of him around his stomach. He didn’t show any signs of injury from it so we never really figured out where he got it. We just assumed he either got impaled on the fence since it was a chain link or someone around popped him with a BB gun and didn’t do very bad damage since there was nothing in the hole. Over time the hole slowly got bigger since he never stopped licking it long enough for it to heal and the fur around it started falling out. He was still as healthy and active as ever for a year or so after that. Suddenly, he became randomly hostile when I pet him sometimes. He was NEVER hostile to anyone and was always VERY well behaved before that so it definitely threw me off. After a while he came back to me and started rubbing on me as an apology. I couldn’t pet him anywhere except for his head an the top of his neck without him moving away or growling so we knew he was in pain. A day or two after that he came inside and layed down on my bed and wouldn’t move. He was extremely sick. After a few hours of just laying there he started breathing really shallow and hard like he was struggling. I couldn’t stop crying and refused to leave his side for a long time. I kept telling him “It’s okay Bitey, you don’t have to hang on, you can go. It’s okay.” But he just wouldn’t go. I eventually had to go outside and cry because I couldn’t watch him struggling anymore. I was out there for a few hours. When I came back in, he wasn’t freaking out anymore but he hadn’t died yet. My mom told me that he had let out long exhales and close his eyes like he had died and after a few moments would suddenly open his eyes really wide and suck in a huge breath quite a few times. He refused to let go. He was fighting it because he wanted to stay strong and be with me. I had a sudden wave of calmness and strength and went back in there and sat with him for a little while until I went with my mom to my grandma’s for a few hours. My older brother sat with him while we were gone. Bitey finally let go and died right before we came home. He gave my older brother an experience he had trouble explaining to us. When Bitey died, my older brother suddenly saw a beautiful area in nature with these words repeating to him: “No more pain. No more hurt. I’m free now. I’m happy now. Everyone stay strong.” My brother wrapped him up in a towel and buried him in our backyard with a picture of me next to him, and covered his body with a thick wooden board so no other animals could dig him up. He even made Bitey a special marker for his grave that he cut from a big branch in our yard and carved himself. After I got home I went to the backyard to see the grave. I couldn’t hold myself up for very long and fell to my knees, letting out a loud and chilling scream I didn’t even know I was capable of. I couldn’t stop screaming and crying, and before long I had been laying on the ground in a fetal postion just shaking and screaming. It was the beginning of sunset when I went to see him, and it was long into the night before I managed to drag myself along the ground and into the door with help from my mom to get inside. Every day I went out into the backyard and visited him, and over time he started being playful and sending freezing air to me on hot days in the summer when I would talk about how hot it was or helpful in the winter by warming me up when it was freezing.

We may have moved out of that house but he still is with us, and sometimes I’ll see my mom lean over to the side with her hand down scratching at the air because he rubbed on her leg. He’s rubbed on mine and my friends’ legs at school too and it used to scare the crap out of them until I told them about him, now they just say hi to him or we say “Not now Bitey” because he usually does it when we’re trying to listen to the teacher. He even shows up from black objects when it’s dark in my room, commonly one of my balck wigs I leave out so I can see him, and he still lays on me sometimes too. I have to be careful to not move too much or he suddenly disappears. I was unable to bring the marker with me to my appartment I’m living in now due to it being completely covered by branches from tornado season weather, but I still have a cat statue I painted to look like him soon after he got the hole in his side. I even included it and a second smaller hole he got close to the first one.

To this day everyone talks about him and smiles. Even Dagon has memories of him sometimes, I know it’s hard for him to remember since he’s over six years old now and he left with my older sister when she moved across the street with her boyfriend when he was one or two.

That’s the condensed version of my story of my cat Bitey. I felt so many things typing this. I smiled, I laughed, and even cried. But in the end my love for my best friend tops it all.

I love you Bitey. Rest in peace.