what cats stare at

“I’m home!” Emi yelled, throwing her bag through the door and walking in after it. She always made sure something went through the doorway before she did — a habit she never explained to anyone.

Emi wasn’t a common kind of witch. She didn’t deal in magic that you could learn from a textbook or store-bought grimoire. She pieced her magic together carefully in small daily rituals and habits (or rather, she made her magic when she broke those habits. The day Emi walked through her apartment door without a person or an object going through in front of her, the entire building would likely burn down).

Of course, that meant Emi moved through the world gingerly, always taking care never to trigger one of her own unspells. Failing to complete one of her regular unspelled actions could mean anything from triggering an extremely dangerous reaction (like burning down the building) to simply losing years of work put into creating a certain unspell that she’d meant to use at another time.

And because Emi was an uncommon witch, it was no surprise that she’d ended up dating Mona, who was an extremely uncommon witch herself.

Mona was currently sprawled over most of the couch, watching Emi come in. The book in her hand suggested she was reading it, but her eyes tracked Emi into the apartment over the edge of the cover instead. “Hey, love. How’d the interview go?”

Mona had called Emi any number of nicknames over the years, from Queen Of The Dead And Also Everyone Else Probably to Actual Cutest Bumblebee, but she rarely went for anything as simple as “love”, so Emi was instantly suspicious.

She raised an eyebrow at her as she shrugged out of her jacket and put it over the back of the same chair as always. Her favorite chair, the one Mona had endowed with extra comfortableness she’d stolen from several other seats. “Pretty good, I think. Everything okay here?”

“Of course,” Mona said, but the guilty tone of voice made it clear something had happened that Emi wasn’t going to like.

Emi shot her another questioning look but let it go. In the kitchen, Iago was sitting on the counter, where he wasn’t allowed to be, cleaning one paw smugly. She petted his head, and then gently tried to nudge him off the counter.

“Fuck,” said Iago.

Emi stared at her cat. “What?”

Iago stretched and purred. “Mrrrrrrrrrrfuck.”

Emi turned slowly from Iago to Mona, who was now leaning against the fridge and guiltily twisting strands of her bright pink hair.

“I can explain,” she said.

Why can my cat curse?!”

Our cat,” said Mona. “And it’s Greg’s fault.”

Emi scooped Iago up, despite his loud (and fuck-filled) objection, and hugged him to her chest. “How is our cat cursing Greg’s fault? Who’s Greg? That rude guy from your Psych class? There is literally no way he taught Iago to curse.”

“He can’t really curse,” Mona said. “That sort of implies he can say all curse words, I think. He can only say fuck.”

“Technicality.”

Mona spread her hands pleadingly, coming closer. “It’s not a big deal, Em, come here—”

“No forehead kisses until you’ve explained this,” Emi said, lifting Iago up like a shield against her taller girlfriend.

Mona made a face and kissed Iago’s head instead, then took him from her. “It was an accident. After class I took out my hearing aids because I had a headache, right?”

Emi nodded. Mona seemed to take most opportunities to not wear her hearing aids. It was a trade off between Mona hearing things the first time they were said and Emi being able to kiss her ear without making her hearing aids squeal, so — pros and cons.

“So Greg said something to me and I couldn’t tell what it was after asking him to repeat it about five times — he’s a mumbler, okay? And he kept not speaking up. Yet somehow he gets to be annoyed with me instead of the other way around. So when I finally get my hearing aids back in to find out what he wanted, he decided it was time to make a super funny joke.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, triggering an emphatic meow from Iago. “Thanks, Go. He is an asshole.”

Emi tapped her fingers on her arm. “Iago is not your ally until you explain this.”

“He asked if another snatcher stole my hearing. Thought it was really clever.”

“Oh, yikes,” Emi muttered without meaning to. Mona often got snide comments about her unusual power, but this was another level of jackassery.

“So,” Mona said, “I stole his ability to say fuck.”

“And while I support your right to deal with Greg, that doesn’t explain Iago,” Emi said firmly. “He didn’t do anything to you, he doesn’t deserve this.”

Mona’s look said that the rest of the story should have been obvious. “Well, then I had double the ability to say fuck after I took Greg’s, didn’t I? I was cursing all over the place on the walk home. I couldn’t keep it. So I just tossed it to Iago. And I think he’s having the time of his lives.”

“Take it back.”

“Greg doesn’t deserve to have it back,” Mona said petulantly.

“You don’t have to give it back to him, but Iago can’t keep it.”

Mona considered this. “I could probably transfer it to an inanimate object without a mouth to use the ability. But it always takes a bit of arguing to get non-sentient objects to take on the attributes of sentient things.”

“I’m sorry, non-sentient things are sentient enough to argue with you about accepting attributes?”

“Obviously.”

Emi rubbed her eyes. “That’s not… sure, it’s obvious. As long as I don’t end up with a cursing tissue box.”

“Oh, I won’t give it to the tissue box,” Em said, carrying Iago out of the kitchen. “I’m already storing your snores in there. Trust me, it’s got no more room left.”

thx for reading about my messy witch couple and their awful cat, you can read another not-story about them here if you want

@squigglydigglydoo

Oooh these are all good points! Granted, I was leaving his presence in the game out for a moment because, as you said, having him or a cut-out of a different character everywhere can creep anyone out.

You mentioned it might be the smile, but I actually think it’s a combination of the smile and eyes. I was doing some comparisons to other cartoon characters, and Bendy’s eyes look wider apart than most others.

Here’s Mickey

Even though this is a ¾ shot, his pupils are still sort of close together, as if he’s looking at something. Usually what makes dolls or bad CG look immediately uncanny is if the eyes don’t appear to move or focus on anything. 

Now let’s look at Bendy

Maybe nothing looks immediately off, but what happens when you try to add lines for the lower eyelids and a line to separate the eyes?

I find it appropriate that you brought up dolls, because I think that’s what his eyes kind of look like. When the eyes look all connected together, they look vacant and lifeless. And this expression never changes or moves. We have the cut-outs, but there’s also the looping animation that plays when you restore pressure to the ink machine (it was also used in the steam announcement post over on TheMeatly’s patreon). And even though Bendy is moving in that loop- with even his horns moving a little- his face doesn’t.

Le Chat {Sirius Black x Reader}

Just some ol’ fluff for y'all. I don’t have much creative ideas for smut but I might make a smut part 2 if someone wants 😂

WARNING: SWEARING, IMPLIED SMUT ENDING, BUT OVERALL FLUFF

Enjoy! @allertonn

xx


“N-N-N-No!” Sirius warned, glaring at the black cat who sat out of his reach above the fireplace where an antique vase was.

He had agreed to watch over (Y/n) who was an animagus like him while the boys looked for an antidote, thinking she was experiencing trouble from transforming back into a human when in fact, she was just tired of putting up with people. She had done this before but the prolonged hours of staying in her animagus form had pushed the four boys into thinking she was stuck and was showing signs she needed help. Obviously, she was enjoying every bit of seeing them panic around the dorm but she was not expecting Sirius to volunteer in watching over her by himself especially when his animagus was a dog. Nonetheless, she kept things “fun” by teasing him and running out of his reach while knocking down vases.

The black cat looked down on him with a smug look on her face, challenging him to take a step closer.

“No, don’t you dare, (Y/n)! I know you can understand me,” Sirius said, her paw touching the vase threateningly. The suspense was killing him and although he was ready to catch the vase if (or when) it falls, he was more worried that she might get hurt once it shatters. He stepped away carefully and sighed, extracting his wand from his back pocket.

“Either we do this the easy way or the hard way,” he said calmly but the cat only hissed at him. “Alright! You’ve pushed me! Accio-”

But before he could finish the spell, (Y/n) swatted the vase at him and dashed somewhere in the common room, hiding under the couch. Sirius caught the vase in time before it had hit the floor, his wand between his teeth.

“Fucking cat…” he mumbled as he settled the vase back on the ground safely and started looking around for any sign of his feline friend.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” he called but there was still no sign of her. His mind was boggled with ideas on where she could’ve hidden underneath when he had a brilliant idea.

“Should’ve thought of this sooner,” he smirked before transforming into a large, black dog. It took a while for him to fully form since he was just beginning to get the hang of it but once he stretched his body into its new figure, he relaxed and began to sniff the air. His senses were completely overwhelmed by what he could smell and less of what he can see. Everything was exactly the same but he could barely see proper colors as he looked around the room.

He focused more on finding (Y/n) instead of comparing too much and so he sniffed every couch, table, and corner until he caught a smell that was all too familiar. He stopped at the red couch where he would often sit by the window and looked underneath.

(Y/n) hissed at him and squeezed to the farthest back where he could not get her. Sirius did not understand why she was being very hard-headed. Nonetheless, he transformed back into himself and stretched his hand under the couch.

“C'mere, you…” he said before finally managing to get a grab at the scruff of her neck, pulling her safely into his arms.

The cat did not surprisingly fight back as he carried her to the couch, keeping his hold on her tight just in case she decided to bounce off again. Sirius sighed exhaustedly before sitting down comfortably on the soft cushion. He stroked her black fur and gave her a bit of space, allowing her to rest on his chest, purring loud.

“They’ll be back, don’t worry,” he said, placing a soft kiss on top of her head. “In the mean time, why don’t you take a nap?”

(Y/n) blinked at him slowly and kneaded his chest with her paws, hoping he knew what she was trying to say. For some reason, ever since she could transform, she somehow knew how to show her affection in ways only a cat would know. Not that she hadn’t attempted before, of course. As a human, she had always liked Sirius but she was scared he might not accept her the way she did with him. Remaining friends was the only option even though she was not satisfied with it. Closing her eyes, she listened to his steady heartbeat and tried not to fall asleep as he talked.

“You’re quite the stubborn cat, you know?” He said, looking up at the red ceiling of the common room, “Not much of a difference, really.”

Say something more!

“I’ve always liked that about you, (Y/n). Always refusing to rest, always wanting to help out people without thinking of yourself…You’ll be the death of me,” he chuckled softly as he went on, “But you know what I like the most about you?”

The black cat blinked.

“Your compassion. I’ve screwed up for than once and yet here you are, waiting for me…I honestly don’t know if you’re permanently a cat now but I don’t mind keeping you.”

Wait, what? Keep me?

Sirius smiled softly at the cat who stared at him with wide, green eyes before he broke away from his trance-like confession.

“Oh Merlin, I’m losing my mind…You can’t possibly stay like this forever. We need to get you back. I need to get you back. I reckon Professor McGonagall has some books about situations like this. Hopefully, she won’t suspect a thing…”

No! Don’t bring me to her! This has gone too far!

Sirius stood up with her in his arms as he waited for his friends and just as he heard the heavy footsteps approaching, (Y/n) suddenly shifted into her human form, legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands rested on his shoulder while he stared at her, completely shocked but still managing to keep his grip on her bare thighs. She was dressed in his oversized black coat and a smirk was on her lips.

“Hi,” she said innocently and that’s when he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her sweetly. It was her turn to feel shocked. She had not expected to him to love her back this much but now that it was definitely happening, she did not hesitate to kiss him back. Sirius smiled through the kiss before they finally pulled away.

“Hello to you too,” he said happily, brushing her hair over her ear in order to see that smile he fell so in love with.

“Sirius! We found it! We found the antido- WHAT,” James exclaimed at the sight of (Y/n) who was still clinging onto Sirius with a nervous chuckle. Remus shook his head at them while Peter bounced happily on his feet.

“I should’ve seen this coming…” Remus muttered.

“Hooray! Great job, Sirius!” Peter cheered.

However, the three of them had now set their eyes on (Y/n)’s legs, confusion written all over their faces which Sirius was quick to catch on but he did not care to explain right now.

“Honestly, boys, do you mind?!” He barked protectively as he set (Y/n) down and covered her with his body.

“There wasn’t even anything to see.”

“Yup! Definitely nothing.”

“Oh, wow, look at the time! It’s annoy Snivellus time! Gotta run!”

“Bye, Sirius!”

The boys left as soon as possible, not wanting to see any more of that and risk getting hexed by the couple. (Y/n) turned to Sirius shortly after they had disappeared through the doorway, her fingers in his hair while his eyes looked at her lovingly.

“So, Hogsmeade on Saturday?” He asked.

“Of course, Sirius,” she replied, kissing him quick and light.

He returned the gesture eagerly and leaned in close to her ear afterwards before he whispered, his voice now heavy with lust.

“Oh, and about that vase? I ought to punish you for that.”

(Y/n) smirked at this and the two raced back to his room, locking the door with numerous spells to avoid anyone from interrupting them again.

5 times Stiles took care of Derek’s injuries and 1 time he didn’t have to

1.

It’s ridiculous how often Derek gets hurt. And it’s also very sad.

He’s always jumping in front of bullets and going to fight vampires without telling anyone and there was this one time he literally knocked Scott out so he could go fight a deadly kelpie by himself.

“This is bullshit.” Stiles yells. No one will listen to him anyway, least of all Derek who’s lying unconscious on the ground.

Again.

“So much bullshit.” He presses his jacket against the wound, glares at Derek’s stupid face. Even passed out he looks in pain. “You’re ridiculous, did you know that? You just have to keep sacrificing yourself. I don’t like it.”

“Here!” Scott throws the hunter’s gun towards Stiles and he reaches out for it immediately, taking the bullet and pressing the burnt wolfsbane against Derek’s shoulder – for the second time this month.

“I’m going to lock you up.” Stiles groans, watching as the wound begins to heal itself. “You’re going to be safe. You’re going to be really safe. The safest.” Derek begins to stir just as Scott sends the last hunter away. “Asshole.” Stiles adds for good measure and Derek slowly opens his eyes.

“Wha –”

“You can’t do that anymore.” Stiles points his finger at Derek’s face, heart pounding as he feels himself tear up. Why can’t Derek just stop? He’s going to get himself killed and that’s going to end up killing Stiles too. “I won’t let you.”

He ignores the fear, the shame and his own self-preservation instincts. Derek needs to know that someone cares about him, that someone loves him. Someone wants him to be happy.

“Stiles,” Derek blinks, tries to sit up. Stiles only pushes him down again.

“Stop it.” Stiles says, runs a hand through Derek’s hair. “Stop trying to die.” He sniffs, ignoring Derek’s shocked expression. “You’re not alone anymore. You have people that care about you.” He takes a deep breath and adds. “That love you.” Derek lets out a quiet ‘oh’ and Stiles smiles sadly. He presses a kiss to Derek’s temple and stands up. “Please.” He adds softly.

He shares a meaningful look with Scott before turning to his Jeep and driving away, tears spilling down his face as he goes home.

2.

Stiles has been in love with Derek for five years. Well, at least that’s what he tells himself. It could be seven, eight, maybe. He can’t be sure – too much happened when he was still a teenager for him to pay attention to his feelings.

So the point is – Stiles loves Derek. A lot. Maybe too much to be healthy. Enough to be a pain in his ass. Because there isn’t a thing Stiles wouldn’t do when he gets a text from Derek two days after his embarrassing love confession saying 'help’ and 'at the loft’.

He really didn’t know what to expect, but opening the door to find Derek covered in scratch marks didn’t even make the top ten.

“What?” Stiles blinks. “A kelpie again?”

“A cat.” Derek answers, gesturing to the tiny ball of fluff curled up on the couch.

What.” Stiles repeats, staring at the cat dubiously. “But –”

“I found her in the woods after –” Derek cuts himself, pointedly avoiding Stiles’ eyes. So he remembers, Stiles takes a deep breath. “Anyway, I need to buy some stuff for her and I don’t want to leave her alone.”

“Oh.” Stiles nods. So they are just going to ignore it, apparently. He swallows, tells himself it doesn’t matter. He wasn’t expecting Derek to feel the same, he just wanted him to know. Just needed him to understand. “Okay, I guess.” He walks towards the couch, smiles softly when the black kitten meows at him. “Hi, baby.” He pets her head softly, laughs when she leans into it happily.

“Deaton said she’s two months.” Derek says, suddenly next to him.

Stiles holds back a shiver. “She’s so teeny-tiny.” He forces a smile and looks up at Derek, meaning to reassure him he’ll take care of the kitten, only to frown when he notices a cut on his left cheek. “You’re bleeding.” He reaches out without thinking, wipes the blood with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yeah.” Derek whispers, eyes never leaving Stiles’.

“Why?” Stiles bites at his bottom lip, heart beating fast.

“Because I felt guilty.” Derek answers. “Because I wanted to say I love you too, but you ran and now…” he reaches out for Stiles’ hand, presses it back against his own cheek.

“Now?” Stiles insists, bringing his other hand to rest on Derek’s chest where he can feel Derek’s heart beating as fast as his. They are so close, breaths mingling, and if Stiles only leaned in –

“Now you’re here. And I can tell you.” Derek smiles softly. “That I will live for you.” Stiles lets out a shuddering breath as he throws his arms over Derek’s shoulders and buries his face against his neck. He never thought he could feel this happy. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Stiles sniffs, presses a kiss against Derek’s neck, feels the cuts and scratches healing under his hands.

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Madison : *stare blankly at the wall*

Jefferson : Being around you is sometimes like being around a cat. You have no idea what they’re staring at or if it’s anything at all.

Madison : … Thank you.

Madison : And I’m not staring at anything, I’m contemplating the process of becoming a ghost verses whatever else happens when you die, and the effects that becoming a ghost might have on your psyche.

Jefferson : … You know that’s not normal, right ?

  • Camila: *stares blankly at the wall*
  • Ally: Being around you is sometimes like being around a cat. You have no idea what they’re staring at or if it’s anything at all.
  • Camila: ...Thank you.
  • Camila: And I’m not staring at anything, I’m contemplating the process of becoming a ghost verses whatever else happens when you die, and the effects that becoming a ghost might have on your psyche.
  • Ally: ...You know that’s not normal, right?
To Build A Home - Chapter 3

This chapter is absolutey awful but I had so much trouble with getting it done, and I’ve been a bit unwell. I hope you guys will forgive me! Next one should be out in a couple days. 

Part 1 Part 2

WARNINGS: Child abuse, shoplifting, negative thoughts, and a fair amount of sad times. 


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When Virgil ventured downstairs the first official day in his new home, he found Patton and Logan sitting in the living-room, a delicious smell wafting in from the kitchen.

“Hey Virgil,” Patton beamed and Logan glanced up from his book. “I was just about to come and check on you. It’s almost midday!”

“What? Really?” Virgil had never been allowed to sleep in before but his new bed had just been so comfortable that it was nearly impossible to leave it. “Sorry, I didn’t realise it was so late.”

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I don’t know why jk rowling didn’t make crookshanks eat wormtail like that would have been such a good plot twist.

A Study in Feline Mating Behaviours: by one Gavin Free, PhD.

pairing: michael/gavin
warnings: none
rating: teen
length: 2,156 words

ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7456282

summary: “So, I think Michael wants to eat me.”
Geoff takes one look at him and starts laughing so hard he has to pull over to the side of the road.

(or, Michael’s been acting weird and Gavin has a theory: too bad it couldn’t be farther from the truth.)

additional tags: hybrid au, fluff

“So, I think Michael wants to eat me.”

Geoff takes one look at him and starts laughing so hard he has to pull over to the side of the road. Not a giggle, or the huff of a laugh that Geoff usually gives to anything he finds somewhat funny but isn’t worth wasting energy on; this is full-blown, voice-cracking, wheezing, huffing Geoff laughter, and he’s pretty sure that if the steering wheel hadn’t been in the way, Geoff would be folded double. It’s been a long day at the Achievement Hunter office and Gavin’s just ticked off enough that his feathers ruffle and his shoulders hunch as he turns away from Geoff. “Oy, shut up. I’m being serious.”

“Why would you even say that, oh my god!” Geoff’s gasping for air and Gavin can see tears in his eyes as he absolutely howls with laughter. He pushes at the older man’s horns in protest, which sobers him up, although Geoff is still wiping his eyes as he gets back onto the road. “Why do you think that?” He’s still chuckling, but Gavin ignores him, staring at the dashboard. “I mean, I know what cats are like. I’ve owned a cat forever! And he’s acting more and more like Smee just before he drags in a dead rat or something.”

“Who, Michael?”

“Yeah! Just watch him around me! It’s bloody terrifying, it is. He’s always doing this thing where he’s like, staring at me really intensely. It’s just like Smee hunting birds in the backyard!”

Now Geoff’s just casting him sidelong looks of pity. “What?”

“Nothing, dude. I’ll take your word for it.”

-

For once, Gavin’s not taking the piss. Sure, they joke around the office about the odd mixture of prey and predator that is Achievement Hunter and there are obviously laws and such against eating anyone else; they may be hybrids but they’re not savages, for god’s sake. Nobody’s really going to eat anyone else, probably, but he can’t help but worry. It’s just-

Michael looks at him differently. He remembers the way Michael looked at him when they first met, the combination of surprise and suspicion and ambivalence, quickly replaced by annoyance and frustration. That was alright, Gavin was used to those, seeing as he usually provoked it anyway. But now, there’s something else behind the fond exasperation in his eyes, a strange intense look, as if he was the only person in the whole world to Michael, as if he was, well, prey. And he’ll admit, it ruffles his feathers quite a bit, especially seeing as he actually is prey; all things considered, a lark isn’t high up on the food chain. It’s odd, stirs up a primal fear inside him that he can ignore but not quite forget.

The next day, Michael’s back at it again. He’s talking to Jack, back faced to the door, but the moment Gavin walks in, he looks up and stares straight into his eyes, tail whipping straight down. Gavin swallows down the irrational spike of fear and grins at him, and it seems to snap Michael back into reality. He grins back, a cheeky smirk that makes his down feathers fluff, but even though Michael goes right back to talking to Jack, his posture is different now, back straight and tail stiff, and his ears, originally relaxed, are upright and twitching slightly. Jack gives him a once-over and glances over to meet Gavin’s worried eyes, understanding dawning in his eyes. He murmurs something to Michael, who mutters right back an audible, “Fuck off.” Jack replies, and Michael practically hisses at him, storming back to his seat and dropping into it so forcefully that it creaks. Gavin exchanges wide-eyed looks with Ray, and pats Michael on the arm. He regrets it immediately, because Michael draws back like he’s been stung, hackles raising quickly. The tension in the office doesn’t dissipate for the rest of the morning.

So Gavin corners Jack outside his office, because Jack is a lion and Gavin really wants to know what he said to Michael, and it makes total sense up to the point where Jack says no. They sort of look at each other for a while, Jack calm and Gavin confused.

“But, Jack!”

“Nope.”

“Jack! This is important!”

“It’s also none of my business.”

“Well, I should think it’s my bloody business if my best friend wants to maul my face off, yeah?”

The confusion on Jack’s face would’ve been comical if it hadn’t been so relatable. They stare at each other for a beat, and Jack blinks. “Is that what you think’s going on here?”

“Well, yeah. Isn’t it?”

Jack just pushes past him and walks to his car, leaving Gavin confused and frustrated and trilling loud, angry noises at him. It’s unfortunately nothing new for either of them.

-

He asks Ryan next, just because Ryan is actually a nice person and the real dad of the group under all of his insanity and malice. He explains the whole situation to him over lunch another day, and because Ryan is nicer than the other gents, he listens to all of it before humming thoughtfully and then shaking his head.

“What?”

“Nah, I don’t think that’s it.”

“Why not? It’s pretty simple, innit?”

“Maybe you’re barking up the wrong tree?” Ryan snickers and flicks at one of his wings, stretched out because he can never do it in the office, tiny and cramped as it is, and a 9-5 without stretching his wings is hell on his back. Gavin scowls and flaps it at him, sending a gust of wind through the break room. It’s annoying, sure, but it doesn’t account for the sudden blankness of Ryan’s expression. It’s then that he realises Michael’s entered the room, and without consciously deciding to, his wings snap back, folding up neatly against his spine. Michael looks terrifying, sharp teeth just resting against his bottom lip, ears perked and tail lowered and stiff. His hackles are raised, and it takes a moment for Gavin to realise that the low sound he’s barely hearing is Michael growling quietly. He shrinks back, glancing over at Ryan for support, but the bovine hybrid is standing up, the same irritatingly understanding look that Jack had now plastered across his face. Calmly, Ryan nods to Michael and disposes of his trash before leaving the breakroom. Gavin immediately reconsiders his assumption that Ryan is a nice person. No nice person leaves their friend to a predator to possibly have their face mauled off.

Somehow, though, the moment Ryan leaves the room, the growling tapers off and Michael shakes himself, claws that Gavin is acutely aware of retracting back into his fingers, to his immense relief. He’s still got the intense look in his eyes and his tail remains lowered, but the tension in his shoulders dissipates and he fetches a drink from the fridge before glancing over to him, smile wide, as if the events of two minutes ago hadn’t happened.

“Wanna go to Rudy’s?”

Gavin’s never been more reluctant, but he nods anyway. At least it’s crowded there. If anything happens, they’ll know exactly what.

-

It escalates after that. He calls Michael all manner of insults, but instead of the usual eye roll or “Shut the fuck up, Gav,”, the Jersey boy just cuffs him about the head or bats his shoulder. It’s never too rough, nothing he’s never learned to take in 26 years of being part bird, but it’s still unnerving, the sudden clap of his hand, and Gavin jumps a foot in the air every time it happens. Michael finds it hilarious, but Gavin just finds it sad. He gets an achievement in a game by backstabbing Michael, and the cat hybrid tackles him out of his chair and wrestles him around into a headlock that he won’t relinquish, even though Gavin’s smacking him with his wings and squawking loudly. It’s nice to tumble with his boy again, but the fear at the back of his mind screws with him, and when Michael lets him go, he scrambles quickly back into his chair, ignoring the surprised and somewhat hurt look in his boy’s eyes.

And so maybe Gavin is sort of, kinda, slightly, somewhat avoiding him. In his defence, he really doesn’t want to be eaten, which he sees as a perfectly justified goal, which is why it’s so unfair whenever he successfully evades going to lunch or bevs or downtown with Michael and the gents give him a disappointed look, as if he’s the one in the wrong. He’s not the one trying to eat his friends, for god’s sake. Michael probably doesn’t notice anyway, the first few times Gavin said no, he’d just shrugged and gone with Lindsay or one of the other guys, and then after that he’d stopped asking altogether. Fortunately, they haven’t had any Play Pals coming up, and in normal Let’s Plays the others keep up the banter for him. He never stays in the office longer than the normal hours because Michael always stays late, and he’s almost perfected the art of not quite looking at Michael when they talk. Gavin misses their usual conversation, but he thinks he’d prefer to be alive and without a best friend, rather than having said best friend kill you. Does that even make sense? Probably.

-

The whole thing comes to a head a couple of weeks later, in possibly the worst way. It’s five in the evening and Gavin’s puttering about in the break room, about to leave the building, when a hand grabs him by the elbow and he’s pulled back to meet a somewhat upset Michael.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“What?” His eyes meet Michael’s and slide away quickly, and he nervously bites his lip, feathers circling him defensively, and he can almost feel the confusion and hurt radiating from the cat hybrid. His tail curls around him and his ears flatten against his head, and Gavin can’t help but feel like shit now.

“What did I do? Are you okay?” He shakes his head, refusing to reply, but Michael steps closer, hands moving to grab his shoulders, stopping in their tracks as Gavin flinches and his wings shove them away. “Don’t! I-”

“What? What’s going on?”

“Don’t- You can’t- You can’t eat me, alright?”

There’s a beat of incredulous silence, and Gavin thinks that maybe Geoff and Jack and Ryan had a point when he meets Michael’s eyes and they’re full of shock. “Is that what you think’s going on?”

“Uh- I mean, it seemed like it.” He mumbles, and Michael shakes his head. “You’re such a fucking dumbass.”

“Well, then what is going on? You’ve been acting really weird, you can’t deny that!”

He barely has time to register what’s happening before Michael’s grabbing him by the collar and jerking him forward. Their lips meet in a chaste kiss that’s over almost as soon as it starts, and Michael steps back immediately, a flush creeping down his neck. “That’s what’s going on, fucker.” He mumbles, but there’s no heat behind the words and Gavin can see the fear in his eyes as his ears flatten against his head. Almost without thinking, he pulls him back in, hand wrapping around the back of his neck, and kisses him properly. In terms of a kiss, it’s not great, desperation making it sloppy and fumbling, but then Michael presses him against the wall and he feels a sharp canine nick his lower lip, and bloody hell forget what he just said, this is spectacular.

When they finally break apart, they’re both panting, grinning like idiots, and Michael presses his forehead to Gavin’s, shuts his eyes. “Come home with me.” His tail wraps around Gavin’s wrist affectionately, and Gavin’s wings unfold, enclose him as well.

And maybe he should stop to think about this, it’s not like he’s ever been with a guy, and it should probably be a lot more scary than it is, but then again it’s Michael, and nothing is too difficult with him, so he mumbles mindlessly, “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

The delighted grin he receives in return is more than enough to chase away any lingering doubt, and he follows willingly when Michael steps away, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the break room and towards the main office door.

-

The next day, they practically sprint into the office, fifteen minutes late and panting, and Michael manages to get out between heavy breaths, “Sorry I’m late. I was doing…things.”

“I’m things.” Gavin chirps from behind him, and although everyone in the room groans and Ray shouts, “I’m out!”, it’s definitely worth it to see the pretty flush creep up Michael’s neck.

“Still think Michael’s out to eat you?” Geoff calls out, and the gents all look up at him with the same annoying I-told-you-so look.

“Turns out, Geoffrey, I was completely right about that.”

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Part 2 witch!au!!! I wanna know more about their deal and why Neil's not Andrews familiar!

Neil is not Andrew’s familiar because he is not a spirit. Familiars are essentially the essence of a witch’s spirit and inner self taking the form of an animal. Gaining a familiar is a complicated process and requires blood magic, and Neil wasn’t summoned to Andrew’s side. It’s kind of hard to explain, but you know *jazz hands* magic.

As for the deal, it went something like this:

  • it’s the beginning of summer and andrew is tired
  • being around annoyances for nine months was exhausting and the only reason andrew is letting kevin inside his car is because of their promise
  • kevin stays in the car when andrew goes out
  • not too far but far enough that andrew can pretend to be alone
  • except there’s a cat in the tree above him that’s practically suffocating in binding magic
  • really, it’s a surprise that the cat’s even keeping himself upright
  • andrew… well, he’s not about to let a cat suffer so he takes the cat and does some magic to dispel the bind
    • side note: binding magic isn’t bad in any way
    • it’s usually used to make teammates/partners stronger
    • it can also be used as a sort of marriage ceremony
    • typically, binding magic isn’t permanent and requires the consent of all parties
    • however, the deal with the cat was that a taboo sort of binding spell was used so that he wouldn’t be able to escape his master without causing pain unto himself
    • that spell is not public knowledge–only the influential are meant to know about it
    • back to the story

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So… I just looked at Pottermore’s description of Ravenclaw tower and it says it has a view of the entire grounds including the lake… and since the Durmstrang ship is situated on the lake, then, hypothetically, Momo’s dorm room could be overlooking the lake… and I’m not trying to suggest Momo accidentally seeing Shouto shirtless from her dorm room, but Momo accidentally seeing Shouto shirtless from her dormroom.

A Spark Is All We Need

Fandom: VLD. Pairing: Katt / Rebel Fire. Rating: G

Alternate Universe: Magic.

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“Pidge, I need your help.”

Pidge froze for a moment, and then let out an aggravated, deep sigh.

“What trouble have you gotten into this time?” She rubbed her eyes and then turned to look at her brother, who smiled sheepishly at her and lifted up a small black kitten. She frowned. “That’s a cat.”

Matt nodded, but the way in which he pressed his lips together alerted her that, in fact, there was more to the picture than what it appeared at first glance. She narrowed her eyes and then groaned.

“Please, please tell me that it’s just a stray cat you decided you want to adopt.”

Matt held the kitten with one hand and with the other scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly.

Pidge sighed and took off her glasses, then put her hands together as if in prayer, in front of her mouth, and regarded Matt with a piercing stare.

“What.” She took a deep breath and took on the kitten’s overall stressed demeanor. “What did you do?”

Matt shifted his weight from foot to foot and carefully tried to pet the small ball of fluff, but the cat was obviously not up to that, if its hissing and batting away with tiny little claws was anything to go by.

“I might have, ah, been trying to cast a new spell and accidentally turned someone into a cat.”

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