#magic shenanigans

[justaz]

one of my fav tropes in merlin fanfic is when merlin gets turned into a child and is literally terrified of the knights and arthur (aka his bestest of friends (excluding gwen whoops sorry my love i adore you i promise)) and they're just like "wtf????" and then merlin's little child self isn't in control of his magic and they just go "oooohhhh that makes sense" and i was thinking about it and i need one of those fics where it happens when they're all just chilling in the woods, not in their armor or anything and they just sit around and tell stories to merlin to get him to relax bc he was a bit frightened when he appeared in the woods with a bunch of random men.

gwaine telling the story of how he met merlin and arthur and the tavern brawl and how they won and little merlins just like "whoaaaa i never win any of my fights" and gwaine chuckles and looks at this like seven/eight year old like "and what fights have you got into?" and merlin just shrugs all sheepishly like "well, maybe not fights, but the kids in ealdor don't really like me. they throw stones and call me names and follow me into the woods to hurt me. i never win those fights, there's always too many of them...will fights for me tho!! he usually also gets beat up but he can actually fight so..." and theyre all just like :((( fuck :(( especially arthur who knows how much will meant to merlin but he never understood why

merlin also mentions how they call him names like freak or bastard but his mom won't tell him what the second one means. gwaine is like "you know, all the kids in ealdor are around our age now. we should go and teach them a lesson" and little merlin gasps and grabs gwaine's arm and is like "no! D: that's so mean!" and the knights are just like yep. that's our merlin. complete sweetheart. anyways what i mean is just them growing closer and maybe little merlin sees a flash of red in the distance and freaks and tells them all to run and hide with him which they do while completely befuddled. when they ask him why he's scared merlin just whispers "it's a knight, I saw him. he's from camelot" and the knights are like ??? and merlin looks at them like their crazy "you know how knights from camelot are! they're cruel. they'll kill us the moment they see us. stay quiet!"

anyways idk where i was going with this. ig i don't really need a fic like this i just wanted to get this idea down and out there. maybe leon tries to calm merlin and is like "don't worry, knights of camelot protect us. i mean, we're knights of camelot and we'd never hurt you." and merlin just turns and stares at him like "you're a knight?" and he nods and merlin turns to the rest and is like "you're all knights? of camelot?" and they nod and merlin stands there for a minute before booking it and hiding in the woods. they spend all afternoon and evening searching for him. merlin refuses to come out. but you know he can't exactly survive in the woods for long so he starts wandering when the sound of their footsteps fade and somehow finds himself in gwen's care. look idk my vision was little merlin sitting with the knights and becoming friends and then the knights seeing merlin terrified of knights of camelot idk what happens next stop hounding me get off my back

[fandombead]

Just a Little Miscommunication

This is a fic for polarisbees! :D Their prompt was Moloceit fantasy fluff shenanigans.

@tss-camp-and-coffee

Summary: Logan runs a spell shop out of his home with his partners, Janus and Patton. And most days, it proves to be quite successful, despite the occasional mishaps that usually don't take long to correct. Sometimes, though, it's good to double-check you were heard correctly when dealing with magical botany. That's actually a good rule to have for most things in life.

WC: ~2.1k words || On AO3

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Logan thought it had been a pretty straightforward and hazardless task. His partners had made the trip to the clearing dozens of times for him, even on their own. It was routine at this point: Patton, after all, had extensive knowledge of the local flora of the forest. He trusted both of his boyfriends to handle the collection of what he needed for their latest custom spell shop order.

He had neglected to take into account any miscommunication that could occur. Patton had been distracted in lively conversation with a particularly chatty customer when Logan was explaining what he needed. Janus had also unfortunately joined them late in the conversation— not to mention his expertise was related to brewing and spell-casting, not particular flora I.D.— flying down as he returned from selling their extra inventory at the morning market.

To be entirely fair, Logan could see how a string of unfortunate events had gotten them into the little situation they had now. Still, he had to ask, as he looked down at his boyfriends. "Patton?" "…ah, yes, Lo?" "…you heard me say fall potion flower earlier, right? As in, the blue ones used to negate fall damage?"

"…ooooh. That makes more sense, now that you mention it. I thought you said small potion…flower. Which, technically, does help reduce fall damage…!" Logan ran a hand down his face as he took in the scene one more time.

One of his boyfriends was currently 5 inches tall with folded dragonfly wings, standing on the floor of his shop. That one made some sense, as Patton was indeed a faerie...not a short pixie-sized one, usually. Or ever, before now. Mildly concerning.

The other was 7 inches tall…and an actual bird. A little yellow bird with pretty black speckled patterns on his wings, tail, and head, Said boyfriend was less than happy about the afternoon he was having, but evidently couldn't speak on it. The displeased chirping when Logan had tried to ask was enough. He'd had a long day, with an apparent 10 close calls on the way back to Logan.

Logan moved them both up to the counter, shaking his head. He took a seat on his stool. "…so you've told me briefly about your perilous trip home. But I don't yet understand how you got this way."

Patton tapped his fingers together sheepishly as he now had to explain. Janus certainly couldn't.

"Well— in short, Janus was helping me collect the flowers, and we realized too late that they had some weird sap coating— I'd never actually collected these flowers before, so I thought it was just the petals that were the component!"

Logan folded his hands carefully in front of his mouth as Patton spoke. "Did we not learn this lesson about funnel flowers already? Those are like the same ones that Dryad threw at me because they thought I was a human; their spell component is typically a coating."

Patton fretted. "I should have remembered that…I-I wasn't thinking about that at all! I just figured this one was fine for collecting, like most of the other ones. I'm sorry, Lo." He looked to Janus, hugging him. "Sorry you're a bird, Jay…I guess I don't know as much about them as I'd like."

Janus leaned into the hug, making a few reluctant peeps at him. Logan's concerned frown softened. There wasn't anything to be gained in scrutinizing now, though they needed some sort of confirmation system in the future.

"I'm just relieved you both are alright. I just have to be careful not to make contact with the plant to make a counterspell. We don't know if it will wear off on its own or when, so I will need to get to that. Would you fill me in on what you know about it?"

Patton nodded and explained that he'd realized too late that these flowers' effects were inherent to the plant. They'd only touched the plants and soon after been shrunk down. But that didn't explain why Janus was a bird.

Logan pulled out a spell botany book and turned the pages for Patton to research some more. Janus plopped down to observe as well.

Patton pointed out the flower: a honey-yellow funnel flower called a "Genesimus".

The plant had less of a "shrinking" spell effect and more of some kind of reverting-mutation properties. It seemed to just focus on a dominant trait they both had— magic wasn't always clear in its rules or consistent in any reliable way. Difficult for Logan when it came to less-studied aspects, though he still tried to understand through scientific experimentation.

Logan was careful as he handled the flowers. He wore Janus' gardening gloves, and it seemed to do the trick. He got to brewing a standard reversal spell, as it was a risk and more complicated to try and just fix the symptoms.

Patton insisted on still helping Logan with the timing and gathering of components, though he was limited mostly to the table's drawers— he was not fond of flying himself, but Janus was happy to assist his boyfriend in moving between the storeroom and the crafting room.

Eventually Janus grew tired, though, and seeing as he was no longer needed, went off to check on his indoor plants…or well, that's what Patton had interpreted from the hopping and bird gestures. Patton promised him lots of cuddles and kisses, and gave him one for good measure before he was gone.

Patton found a comfortable perch in Logan's dark blue scarf that hung in loops over his shoulders. It seemed safe enough, and Logan's hands were right there should he need to be caught. Patton could also fly and slow his fall if needed, though he didn't like being high off the ground on his own power.

As Logan tended to the small table brewer, he noted how quiet Patton got with Janus gone.

"Patton? Weren't you telling me about the trip? Are you alright?"

Patton looked down at his feet. "Oh, no no— I'm fine, I was just wondering…does…does this mean I can't help with those anymore?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, glancing down at him, but Patton pointedly wasn't looking at him. "What? Why would I stop asking for your assistance? This isn't the first mishap any of us has had." Patton shrugged, watching as Logan sprinkled some powdered blewit into the concoction, turning it maroon. "I messed up the order, and now we'll be late. And Janus got turned into a bird."

Logan tried not to be a little amused by that note. He set his ladle down, sitting with Patton.

"Of course you can still help. You grew up in this region, Patton, I still trust your knowledge of the local plants. You even knew this plant would achieve what the customer wanted, in an… unconventional, but insightful way. We just had a tiny mishap in communicating. No harm was done." Patton looked up hopefully again, swinging his feet and wings fluttering. "Really? The customer won't mind…?" "Yes, I certainly wouldn't 'kid' about this. Also, we won't have to worry about that. I'll simply go out with you in the morning to get the right flowers. And I'll still have time to make the spell before they arrive tomorrow afternoon. I really don't think Janus is all that upset. He seemed content to take his usual afternoon nap in the windowsill upstairs, but he may appreciate some 'TLC', as you've called it, to help."

Patton got up fast, startling Logan as he teetered precariously in his scarf. His wings fluttered quickly to help him balance as he grinned at Logan, darting up to hug his cheek. "Thanks, Lo, you always have the best words." Logan blushed, slowly returning the 'hug' with his hand, careful to wait until Patton's wings were still. He saw more than he felt the kiss Patton pressed to his face. "I'm happy it helped you feel better, love. Now, we'll let this finish up and perhaps get dinner in order."

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Soon, the potion was done, and not much was needed of the small brewing pot portion. Logan had made enough for two doses with what they had. Patton mentioned it tasted like carrots and oatmeal, which was…an interesting note he'd jot down for future reference. He'd ask Janus later what he would describe the taste as. It could be important, and he was nothing if not thorough in his witchery.

Then it was just a waiting game.

They ate a simple dinner of salad with roasted nuts and potatoes on the side; it was the best thing Logan knew how to make that was also most likely safe for birds (just in case). Then Logan sat down with a novel to wait for the brew to take effect. Janus perched on his shoulder to read with him and Patton settled back into the loop of his scarf as it turned out to be the perfect hammock.

Logan didn't actually get much reading done, as he ended up idly stroking Janus' back with a fingertip and Patton asked him engaging questions about human culture (he was trying to understand the characters). Not that Logan minded this. He enjoyed being asked and explaining about his past travels to human lands more than he was currently invested in the book, so that's what they ended up doing.

"You're sure it's a good idea to let us lounge on you when it could kick in any minute?"

"The change should be fairly gradual, considering it hasn't happened yet…I wouldn't say this is entirely bad. Definitely aesthetically admirable, at least. Besides, I will not miss out on nightly quality time together."

Janus bumped Logan's jaw affectionately with his head and Patton gushed at how sweet that was, his own spread wings a testament to his inner joy at Logan's way of calling them cute. Logan smiled, adjusting his glasses carefully. "Let's just hope we can still get to bed on time. We have an early day tomorrow, and we don't want to run our sleep schedule."

…

In hindsight, Logan wondered if he had never said such a thing, would he still have ended up like this? Surely it was just the universe waiting, in its infinite, cruel capacity for comedic timing.

The good news was that his partners had grown back to their proper size and been able to get ready for bed within the hour. The bad, though….

Patton exited their bathroom and covered his mouth while Janus shamelessly snickered. "Oh, dear."

Janus leaned on the bed, smiling down at Logan, who was 5 and a half inches tall and sitting dumbfounded between his glasses and book, both far too big for him now. "Well, now you understand our plight, my love. Don't worry, you're just as aesthetically admirable as we were," he murmured, winking. It got the result he hoped for. Logan covered his red face, unable to look at either of them. "I…but I was talking about your wings…" Patton hid his smile poorly, shooing Janus towards the room door. Janus headed for the hall, shouldering his robe as he slid his wings through the large slits at the back, stretching. "Well, I guess bedtime cuddles are delayed a little longer. I'll get the cauldron reheated."

Patton offered Logan a lift with his cupped hands. "We…will get the brew going again, don't worry. We'll use the tongs this time."

Logan sighed, settling into the curve of Patton's palm. "Now we know why Janus was affected despite his precautions and disciplined glove usage. Evidently, they were unhelpful and only delayed the change...probably soaked through."

He went to adjust glasses that were not on his face and settled for squinting. "Nevertheless, I am not worried. My partners are quite capable. I will guide you both through the steps thoroughly." Patton looked touched. "Awww, Logan!" He pressed a kiss gently to the top of Logan's head before offering to let him hang out in his nightshirt pocket to oversee their work. "You will be back to the right size in short order!"

Logan made a show of groaning because he had principles he stood by. He didn't think he was going to see less than 6 more of those, as he suspected Patton had been saving them for this very moment (or brainstorming the entire afternoon).

All this really proved was that he needed to invest in some magic-proof fabrics. He was just thankful his clothes were all natural fibers.

"Mm. Let's make enough for extra this time."

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A/N: Formal apology to Janus, because I didn't consider the consequences of you not being able to talk for most the fic!

Thank you for reading! XD

[1nsan1tysan1ty]

Insanity’s animal transformation Batman fics:

Posted: 4/1/25

Updated: 4/10/25

Collections:

Batfam gets turned into animals

“The Red Hood is not a floof”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 4,547

Main tags:

• Fluff, Crack, Humor

• Brotherly Bonding

• Tim Drake is a menace

• Good sibling, petty, and dramatic Jason

• Bruce is bad at communicating

• Tim has a great time

“Dicks unconventional vacation”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,824

Main tags:

• Fluff, Crack, Humor

• Cat Dick Grayson

• Good sibling Tim and Jason

• Brotherly love/affection

• Feral Dick

• Chaotic Tim

• Confused and tired Bruce

• Minor Kon/Tim

“Satisfaction brought him back”

Chapters: 2/2

Words: 10,464

Main tags:

• Titans tower au

• Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

• Head injury, injury recovery, temporary amnesia

• Concussions, Post concussion syndrome

• Hair pets for envy

• Magic

“Curiosity killed the cat (but satisfaction brought it back)”

Chapters: 6/6

Words: 11,700

Main tags:

• Hurt/Comfort

• Bad parents Jack and Janet Drake

• Cat Jason Todd

• Tim is a menace and a coffee lover

• Bruce tried to be a good parent

• Illustrated digital art

• Crack treated seriosuly

• Tim sucks at self care

• Enemy to caretaker

• Jason was Tim’s Robin

“Everybody wants to be a cat”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,203

Main tags:

• Tim joins the Batfam early

• Alt universe — canon divergent

• Jason is Robin

• Kid Tim

• Gotham sucks

• Accidental bonding and baby acquisition

• Bad parenting, Bad parent whack and Janet Drake

• Brothers, brotherly love

“Leonine”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 4,434

Main tags:

• Whump, Hurt/Comfort

• Canon typical violence

• Concusions

• Explosions

“Bruce’s villain origin story”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 5,761

Main tags:

• Fluff, Crack, Humor

• Cat Bruce

• Soft Jason and Damian

• Little shit and feral Bruce Wayne

• Alfred’s so done

• Batfam shenanigans

• Good parent Bruce

“Hunting season”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 3,135

Main tags:

• Whump, Hurt/Comfort

• Panic attacks, dissociation

Extra:

• Hunting Season — too many wolves, too small of a bed

• Hunting season — alt POV

“In case of catastrophe”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 8,699

Main tags:

• Tim is so done

• Tim centric

• Stupidity

• Human intelligence vs proximity to cat

• Fluff and Humor

“William Shakespurr”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 5,064

Main tags:

• Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

• Cats

• Tim needs a hug

• Tim is Robin

• Asshole big brothers

“#Cat Batdad”

Chapters: 6/6

Words: 5,225

Main tags:

• Feral behavior

• Social media, POV outsider

• Cat Bruce Wayne

• Batdad

• Feral Bruce

“Jellicle cats come one come all”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 11,042

Main tags:

• Graphic description of self Harm

• Emotional hurt/comfort

• Nudity

• Comedy

• Cats

• Past TimSteph

• Timbern

• Emotional/Physological abuse

“So you better run”

Chapters: 5/5

Words: 17,629

Main tags:

• Coma

• Past Character death

• Animal death…kinda

[fizzyboy]

Welp. I'm a little surprised.

Ok. Two things.

One. I'm considering taking a serious break from the au and possibly uploading in general. The Shrimpo discussion is way harder to put together than I thought.

Second. I was wondering how much people would actually want me to lean into the magic shenanigans of the story.

Other than that, I got nothing else to say.

[catxolotlquoise]

I saw that magical girl sequence and I said BET @askoverkill

Programs Used: - Toonboom Harmony - Clip Studio Paint - After Effects

SFX/Music - ISAT menu theme put in reverse...idk how to music... - RPG Maker sfx - Pixabay

[curemi]

Cure Nyammy 🩵🎀

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

POV you’ve informed the Queen and the Court’s Sorcerer of something and they very clearly know something that they’re not letting on

[solarhen]

Get magic’d

hey i’m gonna go to sleep, can you watch my apple while i’m gone? thanks!

[methoughtsphantom]

Jason “my family doesn’t know im alive” Todd and Danny “my family doesn’t know I’m dead” Fenton going alongside each of their plans my beloved. like Danny will absolutely go head-to-head with all of Gotham to support his new best friend on all his crime lord endeavors while he drags Jason to also attend collage with him. They are roommates and there never seems to a mention of family from either side. It’s an unspoken understanding they have. They met because Crime alley as a ghost lair thrummed with so much loneliness, it was at first the perfect place for Danny to hide his ecto signature in. But then he saw the dumbass whose lair it was lean his motorcycle just a tad too much when making a sharp turn to an alley, he sweeped the floor through a lifted chain link that passed his body but not his helmet. Yep that’s right the red thing got stuck. Danny who at the moment happened to be watching through his window snorted. Much to his horror because if not a ghost that dude could’ve gotten his head flung off.

Still, the scene was ridiculous.

On a whim he irrationally sees the police closing in on the guy and panicked at the thought of the guy using intangibility to free himself so Danny phased them both through his apartment wall and left the guy sprawled in his couch. Jason didn’t freak out but that’s normal when one’s got a concussion, one the guy immediately denied having as Danny laid out the medical supplies. The idiot proceeded to almost flatten four steps to the door with his stubbornness. He also said “I’m asexual” in the most deadpan voice as Danny dropped him back in the couch.

Danny sighed. Clearly though, he’d done so too early in the night because the guy kept trying to go, kept trying to knock Danny out, kept trying to slash him with knifes Danny didn’t know he had stashed. He’d only disarmed the guy from his guns. The visible ones apparently, cause at one point the guy did take out a gun and shoot until the ammo ran out and then teetered the thing like it was an art prop and hit his moon lamp.

Danny "yeah you aren’t officially my friend until you’ve tried to kill me" fenton my guys.

Anyways both keep having the same argument over if Danny technically kidnapped Jason or not. Danny holds the fact that the police at least didn’t see the guy make the ridicule. Jason argued that happened cause he was sporting a concussion. Danny argued he got that after.

Jason at first thinks the guy's a meta, but no. Danny introduces himself, sheepily now that he recognizes this is who the lair he invaded is from. He bandages him and tries to cook for him. If Danny didn’t have ice powers he most certainly would’ve burned the apartment. Jason then proceeds to kick him out of his own kitchen and make them both enchiladas. It’s the most normal both had in a while with another person and the air seems oddly settled. From then on, Jason constantly invited himself over, under the pretense that this was his territory and therefore he could drop in unannounced. Danny who has actual powers says he only allows this because Jason cooks very well.

Danny stays away from the crime fighting business unless his buddy is in deep shit he can’t get himself out. Also it’s Danny’s turn to cover for his vigilante friend which Sam and Tucker give him so much shit for. (but also advice)

And they were roommates. (omg) Danny effectively derails Jason’s big comeback plans by casually dropping ghost lore every two days. Like,

Jason, talking about how he doesn’t want Bats snooping on his territory:

Danny: Just don’t let them in

Jason: ??

Danny: yeah!! Hasn’t Batman died and got revived??? You can totally kick out death touched people you don’t want entering on your lair.

Jason: …I can?

Danny: Yep dude, your lair’s supposed to feel safe.

Jason: wait does that mean I can kick you out?

Danny: First this is my apartment. Second, im dead, not dead touched. Third, it’s too late to get rid of me. bitch.

Anyways Jason is super excited. You mean to tell him he can actually deny people over to his territory haunt?? (Yes it’s only to people who have died and came back but still!! The sample size is exactly the type of people he doesn’t want to see—!)

Joker my beloathed can’t step foot in Crime Alley.

(Jason’d feel a lot safer if the clown was dead but the possibility of his murderer turning into a ghost and their little loophole not applying on the clown is too scary to contemplate.)

Anyways, Jason loves experimenting with the power. It can go from simply making people shudder and not want to enter crime Alley to straight up not letting them enter like there’s an invisible wall blocking the way.

Jason because he’s hurt that Bruce never even patrols Crime Alley and also because he’s petty put B under the category of “invisible wall” blacklist. His reasoning is that the man doesn’t even attempt to enter Crime Alley. To him it’s surely just a place shadowed in tragedy. (anyways that’s it’s the place he met Jason)

Ironically, Jason totally forgets that Batman does venture into Crime Alley one day in the whole year. The day he met Jason.

Okay. He didn’t forget at first. The first year Jason remembers cause it was only a few months till then but then the next— Jason forgets that today’s the anniversary of the day’s Bruce’s parents died. He forgets to allow B in when he feels a slight tug and dismiss the feeling that prompts Bruce to investigate because he literally can’t enter Crime Alley. He starts the trialsTM, he scouts on the very edge and sees people the whole day enter and get out and cross with no problem but Bruce can’t.

It’s literally just Bruce.

Time to call Constantine, i guess.

[mizartz]

deltarunes your don't starve

[gothamite-rambler]

Tim Drake watched My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic alone in the Manor theater room, humming along to "The Success Song" from the Season 3 premiere.

Tim: Twilight, always doubting yourself. You had it in the bag.

Damian: What are you watching?

Tim, slightly startled, but not embarrassed, turned to see Damian standing there.

Tim: Damian, you have to make your presence known. I'm watching My Little Pony.

Tim waited for the next episode as Damian stared at him, surprised, before turning his gaze to the show filled with technicolor ponies. He tilted his head, confused.

Damian (pointing at the screen): This is a show for little girls.

Tim (shrugging): Eh, I enjoy it.

Damian (questioning the man): Aren’t you embarrassed I saw you watching it?

Tim (crossing his arms): Trust me, I've done worse things that are mortifying, and I’ve already been mocked for liking this show. I don’t care anymore. You’re free to watch it, but I will kick you out if you annoy me.

Damian blinked, surprised, but then took a seat in an empty chair, deciding he had to see what was good about it.

Damian: Okay, bring me up to speed. Main characters and their horse breeds.

Tim paused the episode.

Tim: Alright, to start, the purple one is Twilight Sparkle. She’s a unicorn—for now. Get used to the names; they get weirder.

Damian: Mm... for now?

Tim: You’ll see.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Ah yes. Again with my random Merthur fanart that I periodically post for no reason, but this was mostly just me playing around with colors awhile ago. Really miss their Enemies-to-"Not if I die for you FIRST, you ARSEHOLE" dynamic! Still, if you're like me and you somehow never walked away from the accursed Lake Avalon, here's your occasional check up: You good, fam??? 👑🧙‍♂️✨️ -Bubbly💙

[aventurineswife]

Y’know the “My partner got turned into a cat” trend? Quite a few people wrote it awhile back, and while I was glazing ideas for Sylle and Noah… I think I have a request.

Just as it reads, I wish for a fic written with Sunday, Noah, and whomever else of your choosing. With a reader who got transformed into a cat. 🙏 Surely they’ll find a solution and return to their human form... Even better if they’re like snuggled up together then boom! Back to their regular figure unexpectedly.

A Cat’s Gaze, A Lover’s Soul

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Noah (OC) x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Comedy, Cat Transformation, Mild Angst, Established Relationship, Snuggling & Cuddling, Protective Behavior, Magic Gone Wrong, Unintentional Chaos, Sudden Transformation, Found Family, Lighthearted Shenanigans.

Warnings: Minor Violence, Implied Past Trauma, Touch-Starved Behavior, Mild Possessiveness.

Soft light filtered through the grand halls of the Astral Express as Sunday delicately traced his fingers over the rim of his teacup. It had been a week since you’d mysteriously transformed into a cat—a small, fluffy creature. Despite the bizarre circumstances, Sunday had remained composed, though you couldn’t miss the gentle melancholy in his gaze every time he stroked your fur.

“It seems the universe has a cruel sense of humor,” he murmured as you sat curled up in his lap, your tiny paws kneading the fabric of his coat. His feathery wing twitched behind his ear, a subtle tell of his unrest. “Even in this form, you seek comfort.”

You meowed pointedly, earning a soft chuckle from him.

The situation was frustrating, but if nothing else, being a cat meant you could curl up against Sunday’s warmth, nestled beneath the folds of his long scarf. You weren’t sure if it was your imagination, but each night you spent snuggled against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you, his hold grew just a little bit tighter. He wouldn’t admit it, but he feared losing you entirely.

Then, one evening, as you rested against his shoulder, his quiet voice barely above a whisper, you felt an odd shift—a warmth rushing through your limbs, a sudden weightlessness that made you blink.

And then, just like that, you were back in your human form—wrapped tightly in his embrace, limbs tangled as you pressed against his chest. His breath hitched, eyes wide as realization struck.

“Ah,” he said, his voice laced with an unreadable emotion. “...I suppose I should let go now.”

But for a moment, he didn’t.

The darkened halls of the Afterlife Judiciary/Palace of Justice echoed with the rhythmic clicking of boots. Noah sat lazily on his throne-like chair, his sharp teeth glinting in amusement as he flicked your tail with a gloved finger.

“You’re absolutely pathetic like this, you know that?” he purred, a sadistic glint in his one visible eye. You swiped at his hand in protest, earning a chuckle that sent shivers down your tiny feline spine.

Despite his cruel words, he was oddly possessive of you in this form, carrying you around in one arm or letting you perch on his shoulder as he doled out his merciless justice. He claimed it was just convenient, but you knew better.

At night, when he thought no one was watching, you’d find yourself nestled against his chest, his fingers buried in your fur, his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep. He’d call you a nuisance in the morning, but his actions told a different story.

Then, one fateful evening, he was cradling you absentmindedly while reading through case files when a sudden surge of energy rippled through you. A blinding flash later, you found yourself sprawled across his lap, back in your human form, hands gripping his coat for balance.

Noah blinked.

Then, slowly, a wicked smirk spread across his lips. “Oh? Now that’s interesting.” His fingers traced your jaw, sharp and teasing. “Guess I’ll have to figure out new ways to keep you on my lap.”

“Now, now, little thing. If you wanted my attention this badly, you could’ve just asked.”

Aventurine lounged on an opulent couch, a glass of rich crimson wine in one hand, while his other traced circles on your feline head. You huffed, swishing your tail as he laughed, his golden accessories jingling with the movement.

He had taken your transformation with surprising ease, treating you as if this was just another high-stakes gamble the universe had thrown his way. You’d caught him betting with himself about when you’d turn back, whispering outrageous odds under his breath.

But despite his teasing, he never once let you stray too far. You always ended up curled on his lap, his warmth radiating through his elaborate suit as he hummed in amusement.

Then, one evening, as you stretched across his chest, his fingers lazily stroking your back, you felt the familiar warmth take over. A rush of sensation overwhelmed you, and suddenly—

You were human again.

And somehow, still sprawled across Aventurine’s lap.

He arched an eyebrow, a slow grin creeping onto his face. “Oh? Didn’t think you’d be so eager to stay close, darling.” His fingers trailed up your spine, amusement flickering in his eyes. “If you wanted to be in my arms so badly, you could’ve just said so.”

You smacked his shoulder. He only laughed.

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Need a fic where Arthur has to get married before he is crowned King, so he's invited countless noblewomen and royal princesses to a competition for his hand in marriage. He doesn't want to however he cannot ignore the traditions set by his ancestors.

Merlin is of course jealous but also amused. He wants to see Arthur happy and if it means helping Arthur find a suitable bride and hiding his feelings of love deeper than before so be it; that is until Arthur pulls Merlin to the side and asks for his help.

Merlin nods, he probably shouldn't have nodded, he should have ran when Arthur began grinning mischievously.

Oh no...I'm not going to like this one bit. Merlin thought.

The Crown Prince tugs Merlin along the corridor towards his sister's chambers where Morgana and Gwen were waiting for their arrival.

Morgana has a sly smirk watching him with eager eyes as Gwen stands beside her with a helpless smile as all three told Merlin, in great detail, what his mission was to be should he choose to accept it. Or should they say the illusion of accepting...they had already decided Merlin was perfect for it.

"You want me to enter the competition as the only male—in a dress might I add—to marry Arthur!?"

Morgana's smirk widens her gaze gleeful as Gwen sends him an encouraging smile, dear friend that Merlin adores but is currently in cahoots with Morgana and Arthur, is now an enemy in his watery eyes. He totally won't make blueberry muffins for her ever again! And don't even get him started on Arthur, that prat. Can't believe he felt sorry for him and wishing him happiness.

Oooohhh I'm so mad! No doubt the dress is Arthur's idea! It was one time, ONE TIME, and he thinks I wear dresses!?

"First off, I'm not a noble. There. End of story. Now if you would excuse me—" Merlin turns around to leave but Arthur quickly grabs him and throws the lad over his shoulder.

"Don't worry ladies I'll convince my—" Arthur fondly pats Merlin's bottom, "—future queen of his role and what he needs to do to win."

"NO LET ME GOOOO—"

[thimbleb3rries]

Extraordinarily silly

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Ectober Haunt day 22! When Dani Fenton was very young, her twin brother accidentally fell through a spirit ring into the realm of ghosts. Now a young teen, she gathers up supplies "borrowed" from her occult obsessed parents and enters the ghost realm with only one goal, to bring her brother home. But first she needs a guide! And who better than the first big and scary and definitely not evil ghost she encounters?