Kent is…fairly certain cats aren’t meant to come with
But he spends the whole day at the animal shelter
volunteering for an adoption drive, paying people’s adoption fees, and falls
absolutely in love with a phenomenally giant Maine Coon that seems to be
unadoptable. The giant, shockingly fluffy cat spends the entire day on his lap,
sprawled across his legs and is much the size of a small child.
“Don’t you already have a cat?” Swoops asks while Kent runs
his fingers through the Maine Coon’s fur. It purrs heartily.
“Yeah,” Kent agrees. “I’m taking this one too.”
He adopts the cat, even though the shelter people give him
worried looks, and hand him a book that seems to be an owner’s manual. Kent
really doesn’t think cats are supposed to come with owner’s manuals.
7 out of 13 Days of Halloween. Pairing: slight Nurseydex. Featuring: Actual
Witch!Bitty. So I’ve been planning on doing a fanfic based on this for a while,
but I haven’t had time to do the research necessary for what I want to do.
Instead I’m just going to give you a little snippet of what I have planned.
has no idea what he’s doing with his life. More specifically, his relationship
with a certain red-headed D-man. He and Dex have been getting along better, and
Nursey is actually enjoying the times they spend together. But lately, he came
to the realization that he just really likes Dex. Maybe in a dating in way. And
he doesn’t know what to do with this new information.
walks into the Haus kitchen and collapses on a chair with a loud sigh.
sweetheart, what’s the matter?” Bitty said as he rubbed his shoulder.
gave some jasmine tea to Ransom for his anxiety, right? Do you have anything to
clear your mind?” Nursey mumbles.
looks at him carefully, “Well, sure, but what is the actual problem? You can’t
solve the symptoms and not the problem.”
sighs again. “It’s Dex.”
no. You’ve been getting along so well lately.”
the problem!” Nursey throws his hands in the air. “I don’t know how to feel
anymore! It was easy just to dislike him, but now… Now I don’t want that
anymore. I don’t know what I’m thinking. I just need to stop.”
honey, no. Let me make you some tea.” As Bitty starts moving around the
kitchen, he continues talking, “You know, I could just stand here all day and
go off half-cooked with advice, but would you rather I do a reading for you?”
looks up at him, “You mean with tarot cards?”
nods and sets a mug in front of him. Bitty always reassures the team that being
Wiccan doesn’t mean that he has fantastical power, but honestly the amount of
time it takes him to bake a pie, or make tea, is defiantly magical in Nursey’s
would be really cool, thanks man.” Nursey starts sipping on his tea, burning
his tongue in the process.
going to go up and get my deck, I’ll be right back.”
Bitty got back he sat down across from Nursey with the deck box in hand. “Have
you ever had a reading down before?” Nursey shook his head. “Well, it’s pretty
open ended. The thing about tarot readings is that the real meaning stems from
how the card relates to the situation. It’s all up for interpretation. I’ll
throw out ideas and themes that I think portray to the topic, but it’s up to
you to know its meaning. Also, disclaimer, nothing is ever set in stone. Fate
is fluid. The cards can tell you what probably will happen if you continue down
the path you’re going, or what path you should aim to go down, or something of
the sort. Also, the cards aren’t going to tell you that you’re going to die tomorrow
morning or anything like that. I can’t tell you how many times people ask me
that.” Nursey love the way Bits can casually drawl about the tarot reading,
using his hands to lazily gesture as he talks. “I’m using my Tarot Mucha deck
because, honesty, this deck achieves the chillness that you aspire to be. I’m
also going to use the Seasons spread that specifically is for this deck. Are
closes his eyes and starts shuffling the deck. Then he passes it off to Nursey.
“Think about what you want the reading to be about and shuffle the deck a
himself, Nursey thinks about how cute Dex’s ears are and the way he laughs
whenever Nursey knocks anything over. He thinks about how he wants to hold his
hand, and actually sit down when they get coffee.
that should be good.” Nursey hand the deck back to Bitty. He sets four cards in
a line in front of Nursey and set the deck off to the side. “Spring shows us
what needs creative expression.” Bitty flips over the first card. The artwork
on it shows a blindfolded lady crossing her arms with two swords in her hands.
The moon glows in the background and Nursey is struck by how beautiful the card
is. “This is the two of swords,” Bits continues. “She represents meditation, visualization,
and detachment from daily distractions. This suggests that you should explore
more ways to think about how Dex affects your thoughts and really focus on your
mind. Spend some time by yourself to collect your thoughts. Do you need any
shook his head again. “Oh, no. That makes a lot of sense. I don’t want to rush
into anything, right?”
grins, “Yeah, basically. Anyway, the next is summer, which shows us what needs
to slow down.” He flips over the next card. “Oh! This is the six of cups! It’s
all about happy memories, innocent delights, and the trusting heart.”
does that mean it doesn’t want me to be happy?”
not at all. How I see this is that during this point of your life, you are
making a lot of happy memories and being genuine in your own feelings. What I
think the cards are trying to say is that you need to stop rushing through this
stage of your life and just try to enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about the future
just yet.” And, wow, that kind of hit the nail on the head. Nursey has never
felt more like himself than he has at Samwell. He’s also been stressing about
declaring a major and figuring out which classes he needs to take. Now that
he’s thinking about it, he’s been spending more and more time working and
studying. Fuck, when was the last time he wrote a poem for fun? “Do you want
any further clarification?”
thought about it for a second, but ultimately said, “Nah, I’m fine.”
gave him a sweet smile. “Autumn shows us what is ready for harvesting.” When he
flips over the card this time, Bitty cracks up laughing.
is suddenly very concerned. “What’s wrong? What does it mean?” The artwork
featured this old guy with a crown and red robes holding a scepter in one hand
and an orb in the other.
fails to wipe the grin off his face. “I’ll tell you after you interpret the
card. I don’t want my interpretation to effect yours. This is the Emperor. He
is a major arcana card, which holds more weight than the other minor arcana
cards. Anyway, the orb he holds is his domain: the world of earth. But he
doesn’t take advantage of his power or shy away from responsibility. He
protects his people and provides a solid foundation for the future. The scepter
symbolizes his authority as the rightful leader. He deserves respect for ruling
his empire with strength and determination.
Once he is set on a plan of action, he will see that it is done. Like a
mountain, he will not be moved.” Nursey laughs at this and Bitty pauses. “What
are you thinking about? Does this hit a cord?”
smiles, “His stubbornness reminds me of Dex.”
anything else remind you of Dex too?” Bitty prompts, grinning wide.
hesitates, “Well, Dex is also very protective. Like seriously, you’ve seen him
on the ice. He’s always the first one to drop his gloves when someone tries
beating on any of us. And the dude is really hard working and responsible. He
totally acts like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders most of the
time.” This card represents the attributes that Nursey appreciates the most in
major arcana often represent people we know.”
raises an eyebrow, skeptically at Bitty. “Are the cards trying to tell me to
harvest Dex? That doesn’t sound right.”
it doesn’t sound right, then that interpretation is inaccurate. I’d say it
probably means that Dex has something he can offer you. Like friendship, or love,
or time, or something.”
Bitty let that sink in. That…was promising. Bitty said that nothing’s set in
stone, but maybe if he takes some time by himself to go over his feelings and
try to spend more good moments with Dex. Maybe this will be the path he goes
down. One where if he asks Dex out he’d say yes.
you want me to go on?”
I want to know why you laughed when you saw this card,” Nursey challenged.
you see the Emperor represents male sexuality.” Nursey snorts out a laugh as
on, the last one is winter. Winter shows us what needs shelter and care.” Bits
flips it over and starts laughing again.
Bitty. What is up with this?”
sorry! I’m sorry, this isn’t very professional of me. Pardon me, please. This
is the Fool. The soul who travels the human lifetime seeking knowledge, understanding,
and beauty. She has no experiences, only the willingness to live fully in the
flow of life’s experiences. Heeding her instinct’s guidance and the call of her
spirit towards its purpose, she is always exactly where she is meant to be.”
frowns. “Why is that funny?”
in my opinion, the Fool is you.”
giggles, “I mean it’s your identifier card. You’re a free spirit. You try to
live for yourself and for the sake of living.” He’s totally right though. The
Fool is exactly what Nursey aspires to be. “You try not to rely on anyone
though. We understand that you want to be independent, but we always have your
back, Nursey. The whole team. Anyone of us would drop whatever we’re doing to
take care of you.”
smiles, feeling warm inside. “Like what you just did? You were going to start a
pie when I got here, weren’t you?”
but that’s beside the point. The point is that you can let people take care of
you more often. And yes that includes Dex. I can’t tell you if he has romantic
feelings for you, but you’re one of his closest friends, Nursey. And you said
it yourself, he protects his friends.”
sit in comfortable silence for a while. Just…wow. This was not what Nursey was
expecting when Bitty offered to do a reading for him, but this was exactly what
you, Bitty, I really needed that,” he said as he finished his tea and put it in
watches him curiously. “I’m glad I could help, but where are you going?”
shrugs, “I think I’m going to find a tree to sit under and write some poetry.”
I’m new at doing tarot readings, so if anything I said is inaccurate please contact me. The tarot deck featured is actually my personal deck, and this is an actual reading I did for Nursey. Please be gentle with criticism. If you have any questions about this fic, please contact me. I’d be happy to answer them.
Bitty smiled as he put the last piece of crust on the top of the pie, finishing the lattice design. Then he murmured soft foreign words and moved his hands slowly above the it, the air around his fingers gaining a purple hue. He grinned as the pie shimmered for a moment, then watched as the crust browned and the filling bubbled. He slipped on his oven mitts and picked up the now finished pie and turned around to put it on a cooling rack, only to come face to face with Jack, whose eyes were wider than Bitty had ever seen before, and one hand was over his mouth. Bitty stiffened as the smile fell from his face, meeting his boyfriends eyes.
“Jack I- there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation!” Bitty squeaked as he put the pie on the counter and pulled off his oven mitts.
“How- Bitty how did you even- what?” Jack was frozen in place.
Bitty opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again, his shoulders slumping.
“Jack, I- I have something to tell you.” Bitty looked down at his socked feet, wringing his hands.
Just just blinked.
“I’m-” Bitty hesitated, his stature shrinking even lower. He took a deep breath and lifted his head slowly to meet Jack’s eyes. Tears were already forming in his. “Jack, I’m a witch.”
Jack blinked, lowered his hand from his mouth and opened it, but no words came out. Instead he just looked confused. Bitty kept talking.
“The Phelps’, my mama’s maiden name, are a family of Witches dating back to the Witch Trials of Salem. My family was almost scared when they found out I was going to school so close to Salem, actually. Anyway, I uh- have powers an’ stuff? I was going to tell you eventually but then I got too scared that-” Bitty felt a tear hit his cheek and he sniffled. “I got scared it’d freak you out and you’d break up with me.” Bitty looked down at his hands, which were glowing a bit blue. He shoved them in his pockets.
He jumped a bit when he felt a pair of arms encircling him, but he sunk into Jack’s touch and buried his face in his chest as Jack pulled Bitty against him. Jack kissed his temple and rested his cheek against his hair. They stood there for a while in the middle of Jack’s Providence apartment, Bitty crying into Jack’s chest, and Jack trying to make sense of things in his head.
Bitty eventually pulled out of Jack’s embrace and looked up to meet his eyes. Jack kept his hands on the small of Bitty’s back.
“Can we talk about this, Bits? If not right now I can wait, if you want.” Jack looked at Bitty softly, and he wasn’t afraid in slightest. Bitty nodded.
Jack led them to the couch and pulled Bitty down next to him, practically on top of him. Bitty looked at his hands in his lap and Jack just examined his profile. Jack cleared his throat and Bitty looked up through watery eyes.
“I’m not breaking up with you.” Jack stated softly, taking one of Bitty’s hands. He could see some of the tension release from Bitty’s shoulders. “So uh-” Jack smiled crookedly, “you said something about powers?”
Bitty barked out a wet laugh.
“Yeah, powers. They can be pretty helpful when needed, but not so much when my hands just kinda glow.” He raised his glowing right hand for emphasis.
“How have I never noticed that?” Jack shook his head, laughing softly.
“Sweetheart, you’re pretty oblivious.” Bitty smiled. “And there’s a reason I like sweaters with sleeves that are too long.”
“God, I must miss you using your powers all the time!” Bitty nodded. “Give me an example? Of some times I’ve missed it?”
Bitty rolled his eyes fondly.
“For a week after I realized I liked you there was a blue aura around me. After you kissed me at your graduation I was levitating a bit? I still don’t know how you didn’t notice that! I may or may not have mentally pushed players on the ice away from me so I wouldn’t get checked? That last one can’t be proven! Also, I learned French in like two weeks, honey.”
Jack pulled his eyebrows together, shaking his head again.
“Show me something?” Jack cocked his head to the right, his eyes meeting Bitty’s again. Bitty chuckled.
“Like what, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know, anything. Something, witchy?”
Bitty nodded and took his left hand away from Jack.
“Watch that candle right there.” Bitty gestured to the candle on the coffee table. Jack nodded and watched.
Bitty pointed to it, his hands glowing soft orange now, and suddenly the wick lit, a steady flame burning bright. Jack turned back to Bitty and jumped a bit at the small flame dancing on the end of his pointer finger. Bitty smiled apologetically and extinguished the flame by brushing his thumb over the tip of his finger. Jack reached out and took Bitty’s hand again. It wasn’t even hot from the flame.
“You’re amazing.” Jack said, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against Bitty’s. Bitty grinned and Jack kissed him softly. He put his free hand against the side of Jack’s face as Jack kissed him dizzy.
Bitty pulled away with a quiet smack.
“I love you.” Bitty’s thumb rubbed soft circles into Jack’s cheek. “Thank you for taking this so well.”
Jack held Bitty’s hand to his lips and kissed it.
“I’ll always love you, Bitty, no matter who, or what, you are. Thank you for sharing this with me. I will admit I am a little surprised, but that doesn’t sway my feelings for you. Ever. I’m so proud of you.”
Bitty kissed him, his whole body glowing a soft pale yellow.
↳I don’t know, House! I mean, what am I supposed to do? I trained to be a Doctor. I know how to take someone’s pain away, how to make a stopped heart beat again. We’ve brought people’s kids back. Their husbands. So… guilt? Yes, you were right. You’re always right. I just… I have the skills to help people. Is it okay for me to walk away from that because I want to just have fun?
13 Days of Halloween: Witches. There’s a reason Whiskey doesn’t spend a lot of time with the team. Read on AO3.
Bitty was in the kitchen – as usual – when Whiskey walked
through the front door. He’d been baking – also as usual – and his magic
permeated the whole Haus, warm and welcoming. Whiskey grimaced.
“Hey, Whiskey,” Bitty called cheerfully – as usual. “You’re
just in time for a little pre-practice snack, if you’re so inclined.” He
pointed at the muffins cooling on the counter.
“No thank you,” Whiskey said, careful to be polite but firm
in his refusal. “I already ate. I’m meeting Tango and Chowder so we can walk
over to Faber together.”
Bitty looked at him thoughtfully. “Tango’s not here yet, but
Chowder will be down soon. Why don’t you come in and have a seat. I think we
should have a chat.”
This was exactly what Whiskey had been hoping to avoid, but
he couldn’t risk refusing Bitty’s request – order, more like. He sat stiffly on
one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Water, please.” There wasn’t much harm in accepting a glass
of water. Water was communal; Whiskey wasn’t implying acceptance of anything
else by taking it.
Bitty set the glass on the table by his hand and sat down
opposite him. “I’m just going to come right out with it,” he began. “I get the
feeling you don’t like me much.”
Whiskey went cold. “I don’t…dislike you,” he said. He knew
better than to lie, but the truth probably wouldn’t go over much better.
“You never come to team meals. I’ve offered to bake your
favorite things, but you refuse to tell me what they are. In fact, you’ve never
eaten a single thing I’ve baked. So forgive me if I’m not seeing how you don’t
“I don’t want to be part of your coven,” Whiskey burst out,
then cringed, waiting for Bitty’s inevitably angry reaction. Such a powerful
witch wouldn’t take his refusal well, not when he’d been trying so hard to get
Whiskey to join him.
“Coven?” Bitty asked blankly. “What coven?”
“Lord and Lady, what would I do with a coven? I’m just a simple
kitchen witch. I hardly need the power of a whole coven to bake some goodwill
into a pie.”
“Oh. The hockey team isn’t…” Whiskey felt stupid all of a
“There aren’t but a couple of others that have more than a
thimbleful of magic on the team. We’re hardly a coven.”
“So when you kept trying to get me do come to team things,
offering me food…”
“We’re a team. The better we get along, the better we play
on the ice. That’s just common sense, not witchcraft.”
“Oh.” Yep, stupid. His face flushed bright red.
“And let me tell you, if I was to start a coven, I wouldn’t
be tricking other people into joining it. I’d flat out ask, and I’d take no for an answer. You got
Whiskey nodded. “Sorry,” he said quietly.
“Well, I’m glad we got that settled. I hate to think what
kind of witches you’ve known, if you thought I’d do such a thing.”
Whiskey shrugged. “Just the regular kind, I guess.”
Bitty stared at him.
“I wouldn’t mind trying one of those muffins.” It was a
peace offering; also, he really wanted to try Bitty’s baking. The rest of the
team kept going on and on about how wonderful it was.
“Go on and help yourself. They’re freely given, nothing
asked, nothing promised.”
Relief filled him at Bitty’s words. No strings attached. Maybe
it would be okay to trust Bitty and the rest of the team after all.
Ok real Nanbaka talk time, this is a calligraphy competition, why the hell is there at least 50 people collapsed on the floor, 2 fights breaking out, and some guy dragging another guy along the ground in the bottom right? Was cell 13’s calligraphy so good that it caused this??
“Excuse me.” You said as you weaved your way through the crowd of people gathered in front organic ice cream stand that had blown up overnight on social media, into the heart of the flea market no one knew about. The crisp fall air woke you up as you turned into a quieter corner of the market where your favorite stands were located.
“Y/N! You’re back!” the old lady from your favorite stall called as you approached her and the table covered in random trinkets in front of her. Everything on the table had been around for at least triple the time you’d been alive and there was the musty air of something you could never place a name on surrounding the stall.
You greeted the lady as you arrived in front of the stall and started scanning the table for new goods that the lady had brought into her stall in the past week since you’ve been there. You continued to talk with the lady as you looked through the content of her stall, but you eventually decided not to buy anything this week and to try again next week to find something you were confident you’d never regret buying.
“Ah, I thought you would like this and saved it for you because you’re my favorite regular.” The lady said as she pulled out a necklace from under the table. She handed you the necklace for you to examine and it wasn’t anything too special, just a gold ring on a very simple silver gold chain. You could see some sort of etching on the flat side of the ring, though you couldn’t make out what exactly it said.
Despite the simple nature of the necklace, the lady was right. You did like it and you liked it a lot. For some odd reason, the simple ring of metal on the chain was very alluring to you. Its dirty, golden sheen drawing you in with its air of mystery and possibility that you didn’t realize an old piece of metal could possess.
“How much?” You asked, as you reached for your wallet though you already knew you were going to buy it.
“Oh no darling, I’m giving it to you for free. Think of it like a loyalty reward for coming every week.” You tried to refuse, but the old lady kept denying the cash you tried in vain to place in her hand. “It has your name written all over it. I’m not taking any money for something that so obviously belongs to you. What else would I do with it?”
You sighed at her words, knowing that you could never win an argument with her and gave in, making a mental note to pay her extra the next time you bought something at the stand. She placed the necklace in your hand, and you thanked her profusely before heading off to the rest of the market and then back home.
Once you got home, you threw your jacket onto your bed and collapsed onto your mattress when the necklace fell out of your pocket.
You jumped off your bed and crawled over to the place where the necklace had dropped and sat up victoriously with the thin chain in your hand. You gently blew the dust from under your bed off the ring before wiping it lightly with your shirt.
“There, all better.” You said as you stared at the ring in your hand. Suddenly, something you couldn’t believe happened. The ring started to glow. What the heck? I knew I should’ve slept last night.
You rubbed your eyes in confusion, but the glow only grew brighter. It was shining a bright yellow color and there was a sudden “POP!” and a cloud of some sort of bright yellow mist surrounded you.
You sneezed as the mist tickled your nose and when you looked up again, the mist had cleared but there was a new figure in the room.
“Whoo, when I went into that ring, I assumed you’d call me out faster.” You blinked in confusion at the male in front of you as he turned to look at you in equal confusion, though he did a better job of hiding it.
He was wearing something that made him look like a conductor of some sort of symphonic orchestra and had really nice hair. It was styled up really nicely and though you had no idea who the heck he was, you had to admit that he was good looking with a sharp nose and jawline.
“Earth to Jin? You ok?” He asked, which confused you even more.
“Jin?” You echoed.
“Why do you look so lost? And when did you move? This is a new apartment.”
“Uhh, I think you’ve got the wrong person.” You cautiously said. He squinted at you before the realization hit him and he started apologizing profusely and introduced himself to you.
Apparently, he was a genie who had once been a companion to this Jin person who looked a lot like you, just with slightly sharper eyes and a small mole on the underside of their chin. He introduced himself as DK and told you that he had been stuck inside of the ring for 150 years once you told him the year.
He told you about the genie life and living with magical powers, but his eyes lit up the most when he talked about Jin. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you missed the light in his eyes when he mentioned this Jin. Jin was obviously someone that had been very important to him.
“So what happened after that?” You asked as he told you about the last time he’d been out of the ring.
“I don’t know.” He said, the bright smile that had been on his face the entire time he’d been talking starting to dim for the first time. “One day Jin sent me back into the ring and I haven’t been out since then. I don’t know what happened to Jin. I’m assuming that they’re not alive anymore, but I guess I’m tired of this happening. One of the problems of being immortal I guess.”
You didn’t know what to say when the smile faded from his face. You hadn’t known him for more than few minutes now, but he’d been the epitome of sunshine and happiness up until now and you wanted to put the smile back on his face.
“We could try and find out what happened to Jin if you want. I can try to help. I work at the library and I could try to go through some databases.” You offered DK. His eyes lit up at your words.
“Really?” You nodded and he came and enveloped you in a hug. “Thank you so much.”
Your face flushed as you hadn’t been been in a man’s embrace for a while, despite DK not really being human. You didn’t know what exactly he’d been through, but you were glad that you could help.
For the next few weeks, you and DK spent a lot of time together. When you weren’t looking through the databases for information on Jin, you two were in your apartment just fooling around. When you weren’t doing that, you were exploring the market where you’d gotten the ring DK had been in for years.
You found yourself getting more and more attached to DK as the days passed. Spending so much time together with him, you couldn’t help but start to develop feelings for the supernatural being. However, you tried to suppress the feelings because you knew it’d never work.
He was a genie you were a human. Even if something happened, you’d just die and he’d be left on his own. Besides, you were pretty certain that he had feelings for Jin that still lingered from the last century.
You hoped to have DK’s feelings reciprocate yours. Sometimes those sparkly eyes that met yours would hold a bit of longing, you didn’t know if it was for you or Jin. You didn’t want to know, it was a bit silly for you to have feelings for a magical creature.
You and DK laid on the grass at your local park.
“You know, you haven’t made a wish yet.” DK smiled as he looked over at you. He excitedly sat up, looking at you with eager eyes.
You smiled softly, you knew what you wanted to wish for but just shook your head with a sheepish smile gracing your face. DK grabbed your hands gently, he made a pouty face, begging you to make one.
“I don’t know… I really don’t.” Your cheeks grew red with the lie you’ve just told.
He squeezed your hands, rubbing circles into them with his thumb. “I know what I would wish for you if I was you.”
“What?” You looked at him with intense curiosity.
DK took a deep breath, he was smiling from ear to ear. “I would wish to be human.”