Today’s prompt is personality swap. Wasn’t sure how to draw it… so I did a little change up to parts of the Origins for a basic understand of how a personality swap!AU would work. Also, read the notes after the story for further ideas into this universe.
Oh, and for those who follow my *ahem* blog, I have posted another part to Nothing Else Matters.
Rating: K Genre: Fluff Pairing(s): Adrinette Summary: Just a simple idea for Personality Swap Prompt. Warning: No warnings… though, no offense to Chloé fans. There is still room for redemption in this swap idea of course! I just didn’t write that far.
(and we’re back with the newest part of “Harris gets a cat in the stupidest possible way.” To find the others, check the tag ‘Harris is a walking tire fire.’)
“All right, we’ve given him a very mild sedative, just to relax him.” Maria tucked the receipt into the folder with Slink’s medical records and a wide variety of helpful pamphlets for new pet owners. “But I actually think he’ll be fine, he’s traveled quite a bit.”
Terri put the bag of supplies on the counter. “He’s been to ever PetCo adoption event in a fifty mile radius.” She folded her arms on the edge of the counter and leaned over, bracing her chin on her wrist. Slink was curled up, the tip of his striped tail flicking slowly up and down. “Ready for your trip, Slinky-Dink?” she asked him. He yawned, his paws flexing.
“Warner’s loaded a bag of litter and a bag of food into your trunk, and we can help you with the rest of this.” Maria handed Harris his credit card back. “If it doesn’t work out-” Her eyes darted towards Terri, and Terri pushed herself upright with a sigh.
“All of our cats come with a money back guarantee,” she said with a grin.
Maria set one hand on the counter, and the other on her hip. “Stop telling people that.”
“It’s true,” Terri said. She gave Maria an innocent look. “Isn’t it?”
summary: Lucy is
not amused that she has to babysit Erza’s brats after soccer practice today,
especially after Erza explains that Jellal is “distracting” her. Jerza. Implied Nalu.
rating: M. Your imagination can make it higher, I’m sure. also posted on: Fanfiction
notes: Originally going to be
<500 words. Oops. Relatively experimental writing. Not my usual and I’m not sure if it should be called fluffsmut or smutfluff. Or just plain smut. more: Also, yes, I
know it’s Angst Week. My muse likes to oppose me.
Erza falls directly into her bed when she comes home from
She feels worse than the wilted carrots that sit in the
bottom drawer of the refrigerator, still unable to participate in one of the
week’s dinner stews—and when she remembers about the vegetables, she huffs
again into her pillow, remembering that she still has to get started to working
Not to mention she still has to pick up the kids from soccer
practice in about twenty minutes.
So she kicks off her heels and rolls completely under the
cover and between the sheets, making her body as comfortable as it can lie in
her business casual pants and button up shirt. She rubs her eyes, blinking
against the afternoon sun, but she lets the light warmth settle over her body.
She channels her inner house cat and closes her eyes. She decides
to nap for just a moment, reaching her hands down to the waist of her pants to
shimmy them down as she starts to fall…
“Mmrph, Jellal—“ Her eyes open and she sees his face on the
other side of the pillow.
Steve Rogers: Imma do the thing
Bucky Barnes: don’t do it punk
Steve Rogers: *does the thing*
Bucky Barnes: *smacks hand to face and jumps after him*
Tony Stark: Imma do the thing guys
Steve Rogers : Tony NO
Everyone else: Tony NO
*Tony does the thing and looks super fly doing it*
*Steve prepares to lecture Tony*
*Bucky Barnes comes outta nowhere, slaps hand over Steve’s mouth*
“shhh shhhhhhh Shhhhhhhhhhhh. You have NO ROOM TO TALK PUNK”