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clariongradiation · 3 years

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what's up guess who still reads homestuck in this, the year of our lord, 2020. anyway here's every homestuck character in Among Us (under the cut because i do mean every character)

John: happy-go-lucky, way too trusting. always goes off to do his tasks immediately, is usually completely oblivious to who might be an imposter. pretty good as imp, just because no one suspects him right away, but if you pay attention he never tries to fake any tasks

Rose: makes strategic use of cams/admin table to achieve her goals, but due to this can be slow to complete her tasks. tends to filibuster the vote just because she types so much during meetings, but uses this to her advantage when she's imp to avoid getting voted out

Dave: also prefers to concentrate on tasks, but is way more observant than john. if he's sus of someone he'll follow them around to see if they're faking tasks. similar to rose, gets distracted in meetings coming up with raps instead of paying attention

Jade: likes to use the buddy system, but she'll carry it over between games so sometimes it makes her an easy target. will hang out in greenhouse/o2 when she's done with tasks. her gut sus feelings are pretty accurate in meetings, is a good imp but tries to avoid killing friends

Aradia: dgaf if she gets killed right away, will finish tasks then follow people around the map. if she’s haunting someone as a ghost they tend to get killed soon after. as imp she’s an impulse killer, but usually has pretty good timing so she doesn’t get caught in the act

Tavros: also task-focused, uses one of the little pets. has a hard time asserting himself in meetings, so even if he saw the kill he might not get around to accusing. regular victim of the imp pinning the blame on him. you can tell when he’s imposter because he gains Self Esteem

Sollux: ‘doesn’t play games for wiigglers’, but when he does he almost always wins. favors sabotages as imp, will use them to avoid meetings and get another kill. buddies up with the other imposter to get double kills, but will vote them out if they get caught

Karkat: adopts the loudest = rightest strategy in meetings. can usually be seen telling everyone to do their tasks and stop fucking around. not bad as imp, but gets flustered if someone accuses him out of the blue. sometimes gets voted out just so people don’t have to read his rants

Nepeta: master stalker, will vent kill with ruthless efficiency. always buddies up with equius, but will kill him and >:33c about it without mercy if she gets imp. draws fanart of the trolls as their among us avatars

Kanaya: precision killer, she’s slow but always makes absolutely sure she won’t get caught. extremely efficient at tasks, she’ll check on people’s visual tasks to see if they’re crew. will encourage tavros to type in meetings if he has something to say

Terezi: supreme detective, though sometimes she can get confused if her screen is too blurry. types a lot during meetings, but she’s always working around to an accusation (whether she’s imp or crew). big fan of sabotaging lights to get kills

Vriska: loud, bossy, forces votes. another impulse killer, if she gets caught killing she’ll bluster or point fingers to avoid getting accused. will randomly sabotage to throw people off. usually the one talking over tavros. has a 100% winrate if she gets imp with terezi

Equius: efficient as crew, but horrible as imp. never kills nepeta or anyone higher on the hemospectrum than him. won’t even vote them out even if he knows they’re the imp (gets too sweaty, has to find a towel, and will miss the vote)

Gamzee: will get distracted listening to game sounds or staring at the animations. if there are only a few tasks left to win, it’s a safe bet they’re his. (off sopor, he’s a ruthless killer that heavily favors venting, and is very good at deflecting blame onto someone else)

Eridan: no one likes to play with him because he always tries to turn it into some weird blackrom flirting. is a pretty good imp, but not very careful about getting caught because it’s ‘his right as a seqdwweller’. another one that gets voted out on principle (due to creepiness)

Feferi: just excited to be here, great team player. as imp she’ll kill people if she thinks they’re not doing their tasks fast enough. will apologize for kills in ghost chat if she gets voted off. almost never sabotages, but if she does it’s always one of the crises

Jane: hit-or-miss detective, good at putting cluse together but will take what people say at face value. can be pretty bossy, but you can tell if she’s imp because she doesn’t tell people to finish tasks. will vote someone out if she thinks they’re not working fast enough

Jake: like john will focus solely on tasks and be oblivious to imposters. unlike john, is bad at imp; gets stuck in his own head pretending to be a character from a movie and either doesn’t pay attention to people or forgets to do tasks. always surprised by kills, even his own

Roxy: as crew uses the buddy system, but as imp is absolutely ruthless; trust them at your own risk. great at distracting people in meetings by typing very fast. will accuse on instinct just to see what kind of reaction people have, very reliable about fixing sabotages

Dirk: another big talker, but no one ever gets what he’s talking about. sometimes gets distracted by watching cams and will forget to do tasks. is a good killer as imp, but his real specialty is getting people to think it’s someone else (either with accusations or with confusion)

Damara: completely chaotic, randomly won’t do tasks and will just follow people around. sometimes doesn’t even report bodies

Rufioh: good at encouraging crew, but pretty shy at killing. will usually skip vote if he’s imp, but is an accurate voter when crew

Mituna: single-minded focus on either tasks or killing. will ignore most sabotages, prefers to be alone unless he’s around latula

Kankri: doesn’t play as the game enforces harmful stereotypes about blood castes, culling, ableism, death, space travel, aliens, etc.

Meulin: always partnered with Kurloz, like nepeta is an excellent imp but can be distractable as crew. sometimes forgets to type during meetings

Porrim: extremely good at tracking what people are doing, will call out imposters that try to fake tasks, is Here for the Drama

Latula: runs around a lot, does tasks randomly, will follow mituna around to keep an eye on him, revenge kills imps that killed him earlier

Aranea: big talker, though she’ll get cut off by meenah. will buddy up to do tasks, but is also good at helping the other imp by sabotaging

Horuss: honestly pretty average, sometimes he wins and sometimes he loses. tends to ignore chat from those lower on the hemospectrum

Kurloz: never talks, seems to appear randomly around the map even if he can’t vent. usually hanging around meulin, even if one of them is the imp and the other is crew

Cronus: no one likes to play with him because he’s annoying, a creep, and an ass. usually voted off first on principle

Meenah: chaotic killer, will target one person then follow them around. doesn’t like doing tasks, but can be hassled into it by aranea. impulse votes in meetings

Calliope: helpful, full of headcanons, buddies up with Roxy. ifa lot of people are talking she’ll stay quiet, but has a lot of opinions and advice if asked. absolutely abysmal at imp (pre-scratch self is quieter, a solo player, and extremely good as imp)

Caliborn: loud, annoying, rage quits, tries to cheat. very easy to tell when he’s imp because he’ll act all superior in chat. gets voted out and banned a lot.

Dad: are ya winnin son

Bec, Halley, GCAT, Vodka Mutini, Jaspers, Maplehoof, Seppucrow: they are just leetol bebbies

Colonel Sassacre: doesn’t know what a computer is

Serenity: amazing player, but no one understands blinking

Liv Tyler: also amazing player, but doesn’t talk at all so no one understands

Itcy, Die, Cans: don’t really get it, but ok at killing

The Mayor, AR, CD, Doze, Sawbuck, Eggs, Biscuits, Ms. Paint, consorts, Squarewave: don’t really get it, but ok at tasks

PM, WK, HB, Trace, Fin, Matchsticks, Quarters: decent players

WQ, DD, Clover, Crowbar, Snowman/BQ, Stitch, Sawtooth: actually really good players

Jack/Spades Slick: only interested in killing

Doc Scratch: insufferably omniscient, wouldn’t play even if someone wanted him to

Andrew Hussie: probably plays among us irl

#homestuck #among us #long post

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saynventeen · 5 years

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My Take on TROS ending

Relationship : Kylo Ren x Rey

Inspired by : pride and prejudice

Just a Small Fanfic :D

Plus MY FanArt included at the end.

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The war ended between The First Order and The Resistance.

The Resistance have won, the programmed storm troopers were rewired and sent home to start their life and where the left off, some stayed and became loyal to the republic.

General Hux is to be tried for Genocide and will be sentence to death along with the top commanders of the order.

and

The Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren, is dead.

-- AFTER EIGHT MONTHS --

Poe Dameron , the newly appointed general of the Resistance ask Rey to stay behind and guide the future of the Resistance. Rey hesitantly decline, Shaking Poe’s outstretched hand while muttering a silent “ sorry , boss “. Poe smirks at her remark, turns to leave towards the command bay, he fastened his pace when he saw C3PO coming his way.

she turns her eyes towards Finn and Rose, the couple happy to have survive the war together. Rey saw Rose’s hands caress her abdomen lovingly.

She steps forward towards the odd soon to be parents, Finn was already ready for her bear hug.

“ Rey, are you sure you can’t stay ? “

She breathed heavily, exhaling her last doubts within his protective shoulders.

Rose strokes her back, smiling sadly at her. They all wanted her to stay, Even Chewbacca was reluctant of letting her go this time.

“ I can’t stay Finn, I have to go back “

Finn shakes his head “ Peanut, there’s no one to go back to there, in Jakku. Just please , Stay. Stay with us, we’re family, aren’t we? “ Finn squeezes her hand as she lets go of the hug. Rose nods her head, sending her a heart warming smile. ‘ she’s going to be a good mother ‘ Rey thought.

“ I’ll visit, I promise! “

Finn shakes his head, after their escape in Crait, Rey wasn’t the same. She became distant and closed. It wasn’t until two months before the great war when she confessed that she was conversing with Kylo Ren, She said he warned her about the first order’s up coming attack. That there was a dispute inside the order, the commands were divided, Him and Hux. Poe was skeptical but still took the warning to heart.

After her revelation, Finn saw her peanut change. She became determined and she smiled more often than not. He knew, this force between Her and Kylo Ren was bringing her life, a fact he wasn’t too comfortable with.

two days after the first initial attack, Kylo Ren showed himself to the four of them. It was a secret Rey planned ahead. In truth, they didn’t sit well with the fact that former Supreme Leader is now forming strategies while helping Rey train her Jedi Powers. Kylo rarely speaks to them, but they acknowledge him, both Poe and him a little too hesitant and protective towards Rey and her forming camaraderie with the dark user.

Then suddenly the great war started.

the resistance were prepared thanks to their source, namely the former supreme leader.

The war lasted for a week, Both fleets were exhausted and losing armies by the minute.The Resistance was almost at the end of their limit when something unexpected shocked everyone, even Rey.

She was manning the low ground with the falcon too busy to noticed what was happening, but in seconds she felt him. Like a soft caress against her cheek, she knew the forced kissed her then.

They are losing the battle, she knew as she blew multiple tie fighter with the ships blaster. Just then a myriad of feeling suddenly blew right pass her. Her heart started to drop, her focus nowhere. it was like all the air sucked out of her in mere seconds and she wasn’t prepared. She clutched heart, then she felt it.

Looking up, she saw a black fighter heading towards the First order, She felt the force forcing everything up.

it was the last thing she remember.

what won the Resistance their unexpected victory was another suicide mission.

Finn was in the med bay , rushing towards every curtain opening it till he saw brown hair and green eyes. by the last row, suddenly he saw Chewie and Poe discussing outside the section, a resistance medical aid suddenly spur from inside the curtain.

“ Finn, Buddy , you’re okay! “ His greeting was halted when Finn suddenly latched his arms in a death grip “ Where’s Rey ? “

Chewie nods his head sideways, He turns towards the curtain, opening it with haste.

There he saw Rey in a sitting fatal position, her hair was a mess but it didn’t compare to the atmosphere that formed towards her. She was silently sobbing, blood stains against her skin forgotten.

He knew she was mourning, mourning the unsung hero of the Resistance.

“ Finn! FINN! “

He felt someone shake him awake, Rey gave him a confused look

“ Jannah’s already here, We’re leaving now “

“ Oh ... “ He sounded dumbfounded for a second, he shakes his thought and gave Rey another bear hug, Rose joined in.

“ Come back, when you’re ready, okay? “ Rose told her before she joined Jannah towards the unloading dock.

She let her eyes soared towards the rebuilding resistance base before finally the door of the ship shut.

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“ Are you sure about this? “ Jannah’s tone lined with skepticism, she looks to Rey with her peripheral.

“ Yeah, never been “

Jannah heard her words full of confidence and hope, she haven’t heard it since before the war. When Rey told her she wanted to leave the Resistance to find her place, She told her she was nuts. She was the champion of the rebellion, a legend in the galaxy, that she is where she is already.

“ No, I’m not where I should be, Jannah. I’m not a legend, Luke is. I’m not the champion, Kylo Ren is. I’m just a force user looking for her place in another story “

That was the first time she saw her as Rey again, She didn’t hesitate to help her.

Jannah saw Rey punched in some coordinates at her side , she never knew her eyes could grow twice as much as it already is

“ What the hell Rey!? That’s an uncharted system, Are you sure about this? “

She almost punched the stop buttoned when she saw her smile, a smile full of hope and belonging.

She sighed. “ Fine if its where you want me to drop you off , namely Nowhere , sure, whatever “ She threw her hands in the air. Over a minute after she smiled at Rey and punched the button for light speed.

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Jannah in all her years, never knew such a beautiful place as this. Her hands softly grazes the tall weeds of grass, a smell of bliss and spring erupted her senses. A vast land of tall trees and mountain painted in the horizon.

at her side she saw Rey with her bag of belongings.

“ Thank you, Jannah “

If she could tell, Rey felt a little giddy and excited. Like she was reborn as she first landed her foot on the ground of this new found world.

She looked beautiful, Her face was without war but with hope.

“ I’ll be seeing you around, just beep me whenever you feel you need to get out of here, okay? “ She smiled at him. Unexpectedly, Rey jumped on her, pouring all her thank you’s with her hug. Jannah could feel a tear forming in her eyes, she was happy Rey mirrored her emotions too.

just then a rustle of grass caressed her ears. Birds singing in the sky as the two sun finally aroused from the horizon. A flash of Orange and yellow broke the nightfall, a fog bringing a slight chill where the dandelions sit made the flowers sway as if dancing to a love song.

Hey eyes landed on a soft shadow becoming pronounce as the streams of light landed on her ship, blinding her.

Another rustle of grass erupted her, she felt her grounding shake a bit, like a force forcing from the sea towards the land to help the mountain reach the heavens.

Rey,in all her glory rushed towards the now pronounced shadow. Her eyes glowed in awe. She felt the tears finally running down her cheeks. She clutched her heart, she felt it, the harmony encompassing the vast space where she stands is now becoming one. The feeling when the sea finally touched the shore and the mountain kissed the sky.

A wave of happiness rushed towards her as she saw Rey reaching the figure clad in robe met her halfway, hugging her desperately as if death is among them.

It was like a painting she once saw, or a play she once witness in Canto Bight, where the story of the beautiful princess and her love finally comes to an end.

The two figure looks back at her, she saw Rey waving her hand at her, she returned the gesture. She felt the man’s force touched her, as if saying thank you for the trouble of bringing him his lost princess.

She smiled at them before climbing back towards her ship to go back to her home, where she would tell the story of a star-crossed love between two people who wasn’t supposed to be, a child of light and a child darkness, and how it united the galaxy and brought balance to the world they know.

The resistance were right, Kylo Ren is dead.

But Ben Solo is reborn.

Rey of Nowhere was right, She has no place in that story,

so now

she’s making her own.

- fin -

Just a little something inspired by the scene in P&P , forgot to add my mark on the side.

Please don't steal, reblog and love is welcome as always :)

#the last jedi #rey #kylo ren #ben solo #poe dameron #star wars #reylo #illustration #starwars #luke skywalker #fanfic #reyloship #the force awaken #episode 9

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louthegreatfurrry · 6 years

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And I just finished my part of art trade two, this one ALSO with the awesome @justafictionalthing !! This post doesn’t cover the full trade yet, as this one was one piece from me and several pieces from her, so I’ll add the rest of the pictures when I receive them.

THIS is the first picture, a fanart of my fanfic “Be my Flower, be my Sun”:

Drawing two; self-indulgent hug because everyone has bad days.

Drawing three; Marvin with wings for my fanfic “broken wings”

Drawing four, for my fanfic Into Enemy Land (A Harry Potter crossfic; as you can see both Claus and Marvin are headcanoned snakes)

Drawing five, also for my fanfic Into Enemy Land.

Drawing six... also... for my fanfic Into Enemy Land (i like this one okay)

As always, art trades are open!

You can find the 6k Megamind fanfiction underneath the cut.

When you’re an incredibly handsome criminal genius you end up inventing and building a lot of technical machines – some big, some small, some neither. You sort of have to be used to your inventions backfiring. And Megamind is used to it.

But this time it’s different.

The machine is a big beast of wrenched and warped metal, and when it fails, sharp blue light explodes from the engine in a shockwave of chaos and distant shimmer.

The force of it throws Megamind off-balance – he falls to his knees to brace himself, and in the process his cape wraps itself around his head –

by the time he manages to straighten himself up again, the string has already tied itself around his thumb.

The blast of iris blue light had spread across the whole globe, allowing billions of people to see the strings; both their own and others. Suddenly thousands of red threads connect the people of Earth – and no one has any idea why.

Until someone manages to pinpoint the source of the blast to be Metro City.

Megamind becomes the number one suspect, mainly because of the color of the blast.

He’s ready to ignore it all, to just continue on as normal and let the humans figure it out themselves, but a young adult posts a video on YouTube, asking him for an interview. “Not anything about your career,” promises the young interviewer, “just about this recent development of… you know.” They hold up their right hand – a string is tied around their index finger. “Promise,” they add, shooting off a charismatic grin towards the camera.

Megamind agrees, but only because they seem to perform well under stressful situations.

(The stressful situation being ‘talking to Megamind, incredibly handsome criminal genius and master of all villainy’, of course.)

(it’s the grin; it’s absolutely the grin; anyone who can grin when faced with Megamind must be able to face death itself without a flinch)

“We have established that this phenomenon can be traced back to you, Megamind. But the thing we’re all wondering about is,” the interviewer says, looking comfortable and at ease in their chair, “do you have a string?”

(do you, not who is it linked to)

(are you capable of love, not who do you love)

(are you worth loving, not who loves you)

Megamind glances down at his hand. A string is tied around his thumb, loose enough to not hurt but tight enough to stay in place –

“No,” he says, voice steady though it wants to shatter.

(it’s better this way.)

The humans’ strings are red; fierce red, like embers glowing in the night.

Megamind’s is a blue-ish purple thing that looks like it’s made of plant-fiber rather than cotton.

‘Strings of fate’. That’s what the humans call them. It’s wrong, of course. Megamind doesn’t know a lot about them, but – there had been some cultural information stored in his pod, and – and nudged in between dances and rituals there’d been a mention of ‘strings of blood’. They connect people with the same lights glowing within their hearts. The same roots, if you will.

It’s why his string is pale indigo and the humans’ red.

And - all hearts sing about pain and horror and pleasure and hope, but different hearts sing in different melodies.

That’s why no one can see Megamind’s string; their hearts just don’t sing in the same melody.

(Megamind wants so desperately to believe this, he does, but he can’t, he can’t, it’s never that simple)

(they can’t see his strings because –)

(because –)

(because Megamind is so broken)

(There’d been a moment, a shift in time, where Megamind had thought –)

(he’d hoped, for just a tiny bit, that –)

(that he wasn’t alone.)

(But that was wrong, of course, the string doesn’t go into the sky, after all, so the person must be on Earth, they must –)

(oh no, Megamind had thought, after that moment of shimmering hope had passed, oh no.)

(of course, he thinks later, of course he can see the humans’ strings –)

(it’s not because their melodies sound the same; it’s because he’s tied to one of them –)

He tries to break the string.

First the scissors pass through it, then the blast from the dehydration gun, then the flames from the flamethrower – the jackhammer ruins his cape, but ultimately does no damage to the string –

not even his alligators can snap through the blasted thing.

But he can feel it and hold it if he so wishes – it seems like it only registers his body as real, and nothing else –

when he realizes this, Megamind tries to gnaw it over. He tries to tear it apart and to file through it with his nails – but nothing works. Nothing. The string remains pale indigo and unscratched against his skin, and –

Megamind sits underneath the cool spray from the shower and Does Not cry.

(the poor, poor person his string leads to – )

(they don’t deserve –)

(and Megamind doesn’t deserve it, doesn’t deserve this bent and twisted hope –)

(doesn’t deserve love)

“Sir,” Minion asks once day, fins fluttering nervously. “Sir, do you have a string?”

Megamind, who’s slouched over his drawing board with the imprint of a pencil on his cheek and a pair of goggles askew on his forehead, blinks. “You can’t see it?” he asks, tired and weary and –

(he just wants to go home, wherever that is –)

Minion flutters a bit more. “Sorry, sir, no.”

(it’s because their hearts don’t sing in the same melody they don’t sing in the same melody they don’t sing)

(but Megamind –)

(he –)

(can’t bring himself to believe it.)

Megamind kidnaps Roxanne Ritchi the next day, and it’s easy to pretend that nothing’s changed, easy to pretend that everything’s okay –

(he’s been doing it for so long, after all)

– until Miss Ritchi cocks her head at him. “Huh,” she says, “you really don’t have a string.”

“And I see you do, Miss Ritchi,” he drawls, gaze lingering pointedly on the tie around her pinky finger.

She shrugs. “Almost everyone does.”

Almost.

Megamind continues with the scheduled scheme and can just barely keep from scowling.

Later, when Metro Man is carrying Megamind towards the prison, he gives Megamind a stoic look. “It’s good you don’t have a string, buddy,” he says, sounding far too honest for Megamind’s taste. “It’s what’s best for all.”

(and he’s right he’s right he’s right –)

(but Megamind lies in his bed at night, staring at the string shimmering faintly in the dim light – and he wants, wants, wants –)

Over time, it becomes obvious that the string changes color. It’s mainly blue-ish indigo, but other times – usually when he steps out of the Lair – shades of red bleed into the color, changing it from blue to a warmer purple.

It doesn’t take long before Megamind understands what it means.

Humans’ strings are red. His is blue.

Red and blue make purple.

The closer he is to the person he’s tied to, the more of their red is added to his blue.

(and if he feels happier the bluer his string is, he doesn’t mention it to anyone.)

Megamind originally made the holowatch as a way for Minion and him to run errands without people shrieking and running away in terror.

Now he uses it during days when the walls close in on him, when the darkness becomes too pressing, when the lonely silence of the Lair rings like a siren in his ears.

Today is one of those days.

He’s walking through the streets of Metro City, watch strapped around his wrist. He’s supposed to grab donuts for later, but he can let himself stroll at a casual pace. It’s not like there’s someone waiting for him at the Liar – Minion is busy on the other side of town, placing orders for more bot-parts.

It’s an accident.

He’s reading a sign he’s passing, too busy to notice the way his string slowly fades into a faint magenta, and suddenly he’s face-to-face with a pair of brilliant eyes.

The world halts, freezes, tilts –

Megamind, terrified and worried, glances down at the open space between the woman and him –

a purple string hangs between them, one end tied to his left thumb, the other to the woman’s.

“Ah,” Megamind says, focus snapping back up to the eyes.

“I – hey,” the woman says, sounding a bit unsure of herself but otherwise –

(disguise, something whispers in Megamind, she’s looking at a disguise –)

She sticks out her hand. It hovers in the air between them, an outstretched olive-branch, a bridge, a scathing hope – “I’m Cat,” she offers, smiling a smile that’s just a tad too genuine to be mere politeness.

Megamind’s hand reaches out to shake Cat’s on its own accord.

(shit, shit, shit, whispers Megamind’s heart)

(quick! yells Megamind’s mind, say something stupid – chase her away – anything, something –)

“Bubsy,” he blurts.

Cat blinks, obviously taken aback – but then she swallows her surprise and beams. It looks only a little bit forced. “Alright, cool!” she says.

Megamind’s still holding her hand, he realizes, and releases it so fast that you’d think it had bitten him. “Ha, yes, cool, right – ” he stutters, brain still trying to catch up with things –

“Hey, uh – I don’t have the time to talk right now,” Cat says, glancing to the left in a twitchy move, “but what do you say about getting a coffee sometime?”

(yes, Megamind’s heart whispers)

(NO! Megamind’s mind yells, loud enough to deafen the small flutter in his chest)

“I – ” Megamind tries, “I don’t – ”

“Cat!” comes someone’s impatient cry.

Cat startles. She throws a look in the direction of the cry – her hair, long and tawny brown, falls over her shoulder. “Hold on!” she calls, before hastily turning back to Megamind again. “Uh – ” She blinks, then lights up and begins to dig through her pockets. After a hasty search she pulls out a slip of paper. “Here; my phone number. Get back to me, will you?”

(Megamind’s mind shuts down.)

(yes, whispers Megamind’s heart –)

Megamind accepts the offered paper.

“Gotta go, bye!” Cat rushes, before turning on her heel and hurrying over to a small group of people, some of them scowling impatiently and the rest looking intrigued.

Megamind walks away so fast that he nearly breaks into a run.

(shit, he thinks, shit, shit, shit –)

(he lies in his bed that night, staring at the string shimmering in the dim light – and he thinks of that beaming smile and those brilliant eyes and he wants –)

Three days pass before Megamind does something about his newly acquired slip of paper.

He’s laying in his bed, covers tangled around him and sleep a million miles away.

(he shouldn’t sleep shouldn’t sleep doesn’t deserve the blissful unawareness of temporary death –)

Hands clenched into fists; nails digging into flesh – Megamind twists, desperation and depression and terror clawing up through his throat –

his gaze lands on the crumbled paper resting on his bedside table, and his breath catches in his throat.

(hope; blinding and brief but there –)

His fingers shake when he punches in the numbers on his phone.

The message – a simple ‘hi’ – is sent before he can hesitate or rethink his actions, and then he falls back against his pillows.

A hurt noise falls from his lips.

(she gave you the wrong number, some part of him whispers, a slow and dark drawl, no one wants to be with you, come on, not even in disguise)

His phone dings.

Megamind scrambles to unlock it –

hey! bubsy, right?

Ah, right – well, too late to do something about now –

yeah, he sends back. sry, did I wake u up?

nah, comes the reply, couldn’t sleep anyway.

Something eases in Megamind’s chest.

He has no idea how it happens, but Cat somehow manages to rope him into a coffee.

A date.

(he should’ve said no, should’ve said no, should’ve said no -)

But – it doesn’t hurt to – to just talk, right? Nothing bad can come from that. Just so he knows who he’s bonded to – that’s all. Getting to know each other.

(it feels like a lie.)

(…)

(and it probably is.)

“Minion,” Megamind says as he’s preparing for the date the next day.

Minion’s heavy suit clanks loudly when he comes out from the kitchen. “Yes, sir?”

“I’m going on a date; I’ll be gone for a while.”

When Minion blinks, it’s slow and hesitant. “A… date, sir? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

(it hits too close to home – it isn’t a good idea, it isn’t –)

“Oh, relax, Minion,” Megamind exclaims, waving his hand dismissively. “It’ll be fine! It’s not like she’ll hurt me!”

“Alright, sir,” Minion says slowly, sounding even more uncertain than he was before, “if you say so.”

Megamind has no idea how to act on a date.

Cat meets him outside of the coffee-shop; a small and cozy thing called ‘a Thousand Paws’. She was the one to suggest it – Megamind’s never heard of it before. “Hey,” she greets him warmly. “How are you?”

Megamind has no idea how to small-talk, either.

(I’m horrible, he wants to say, I’m bad and I’m evil and I’m Megamind - )

“I’m fine,” he croaks. “You?”

“Superb,” Cat replies. “Come on; these guys make their mocha just perfect.”

Megamind has no choice but to follow her into the café. He stays a little behind her when she goes to order; he’s wildly unprepared to face a crowd in this state – he’s brought no weapons that he can reach in his disguise, and he’d… rather not drop it, for obvious reasons.

By the time he’s done worrying, Cat has placed their orders and is making her way towards a table.

Megamind follows her dutifully.

“-okay, but how’s this,” Cat says. The coffee stands untouched between them. “She said she didn’t believe me.”

Megamind bursts into laughter. “No way!” he says. “No way!”

Cat nods determinedly. “Yes way; and then – ”

Upon taking a sip of his coffee Megamind grimaces. It’s grown cold, all the warmth faded from it –

(just like the warmth faded from you, the part of Megamind whispers thickly, just like warmth fades from everything you touch - )

“Bubsy?” Cat asks, and worry has crept into her voice. “Something wrong?”

Megamind forces himself to shake his head. “No, no,” he says. “Ko-fee’s gone cold, is all.”

“Oh!” Cat says. “Do you want a new one?”

(no, no, no, don’t spend money on me –)

“I’m fine,” Megamind says. He sets down his cup again. “Anyway, what was I saying?”

“The library,” Cat swiftly reminds him, “and the guy from your class.”

“Ah, yes – and he – ”

Cat snickers. “You know, this is really cliché, but – ” She cuts herself off and shakes her head, a faintly amused smile on her lips. “Your eyes are very pretty.”

Megamind blinks, taken aback – “You think so?” he asks, barely keeping his voice from trembling.

“Yeah!” Cat exclaims eagerly, sitting straighter in her chair. “It’s strange, they kind of remind me of - ” Her gaze flickers. “- emeralds.”

Emeralds?

(what do you say when you’re gifted with a compliment – what do people say – what – think human)

“Thank – thank you,” he stutters, grateful that the disguise hides the small blush.

“Say,” Megamind says, gesturing towards Cat’s right hand, “that’s a pretty ring you have there.”

“Hm?” Cat looks down at her hand. “Oh, yes! It’s silver; my best friend gave it to me.” She uses her index finger to shuffle it off her thumb, and proceeds to hand it over to Megamind.

It shimmers briefly in the light; it looks worn and loved –

(unlike him, who’s only worn and hated)

oh.

“It’s pretty,” he says, handing it back over.

“Thanks,” Cat replies, easily slipping the ring on again. “I used to wear it on my left hand, but…” She nods to said hand; Megamind looks at it almost against his will.

The purple string rests unbothered on the table between them.

“Ah,” Megamind says, throat clogging up. “Right.”

Cat tilts her head; her hair drapes itself over her shoulder. “I wonder why it’s purple. Do you know?”

(yes, Megamind thinks, yes, yes, it’s purple because I’m wrong and you’re not)

He shakes his head.

Cat hums tonelessly and shrugs absentmindedly. “Worth a try,” she says. “Can other people see it from your angle?”

He shakes his head again.

Cat shrugs again. “Oh, alright,” she says. “Don’t suppose it matters much anyway.”

“Indeed,” Megamind whispers, and his voice is only a bit shaky.

Afterwards, when they’ve downed two cups of coffee each, Cat and Megamind stand outside of the café. Cat closes the door behind them, and then turns to him with a smile – a small, hesitant thing that emits more warmth than light. “I had fun today,” she admits.

Megamind –

(fun fun fun how can she have had fun)

“Oh,” he breathes.

“And, uhm… I’d like to meet you again, sometime,” Cat continues, oblivious to Megamind’s shock.

“Ah?” he says.

Cat snickers. “I’ll take that as a yes, then,” she grins. “If my presence has left you speechless I’m better than I thought.”

“Jhh,” Megamind sounds.

Cat’s expression is fond; lit up and emphasized by the amusement in the twist around her eyes. She shakes her head – but it’s with a smile, and she giggles as she does so. “You have my number,” she reminds him. “Text me sometime! Or call, I don’t know.”

Even though his mind has been reduced to jelly, Megamind manages to nod. He can… text… words… yes.

“Alright, then,” Cat says. “Bye!”

“…bh… bye,” Megamind manages to get out. His lips are numb, his fingers are numb, his whole body is numb –

Cat disappears around the corner.

(she had fun with him she had fun with him she had fun with him –)

(she wants to see him again.)

“Sir!” Minion greets him cheerfully. “How did the date go?”

“Ah,” Megamind says. “I – she wants to meet me again? And – I – it went good. Great.”

Minion bobs a bit in his headpiece, maw split in a wide and toothy smile. “Wonderful news, sir!” he says. It sounds a bit forced.

Megamind can’t blame him.

Less than five days go by before Megamind snaps again.

(it’s too much, the pain and the cold and the horror, and he needs, needs, needs –)

sure! Cat replies to his request of another meet-up. just say when :)

(Megamind doesn’t trust himself to take Cat to something she’d like, so he asks her – over text, because his voice would break otherwise – what she’d like to do)

are museums okay? ^^

Megamind is majorly relieved about this development.

There’s a museum opening downtown – it has sections about several different time-periods of the Human era, but if its advertisements are to be trusted, at least two stores are dedicated to Egyptology.

Megamind knows, within moments of seeing Cat, that she’s more than just a little bit interested in Old Egypt. Excitement and joy crackles in the air around her, and she’s bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet when he nears.

“I’m so fucking excited,” she says, grabbing Megamind’s hand to pull him into the building.

(his hand she took his hand –)

Megamind chuckles. “I can tell,” he mutters, grinning when Cat turns to pout playfully at him.

And Cat tugs him through all the rooms, ooh’ing and aah’ing at small tidbits of information. She explains things with loud words and grand gestures, a delighted heat in her eyes. When Megamind asks a question the answer comes immediately, happily, and enthusiastically – and as they progress from room to room and see mummies, masks, stones engraved with hieroglyphs and golden caskets, Megamind stares at her in awe, this wonderful and amazing person he just barely knows –

the string hangs between them, deep magenta when Cat holds his hand and of a softer shade whenever she rushes ahead –

(when Megamind looks back, he can safely say that this is where he begins to fall in love.)

(he loves easily, Megamind does, easily and fiercely when he finds something he wants to protect; and this person who shows her interest and excitement so intensely and who burns so brightly –)

(she deserves the world and he can’t give her that, but he can give her hope)

(Megamind, of course, doesn’t realize this just yet. He’s oblivious and drunk on the warmth of Cat’s hand in his –)

(and that’s okay.)

Afterwards Megamind takes Cat to her favorite café again. The last date was on her, this date is on him, he says, and she grudgingly accepts.

When they’re enjoying their drinks in a silence that already feels comfortable, a man walks by and sneers. “Ugh, man,” he says, and his eyes are on Megamind, “your black ass don’t deserve a beauty like her! Leave the birds to us real men, go get a hoe from Africa or somethin’.”

Megamind is ready to sneer back at him, has a response ready at the tip of his tongue, but he shoots Cat a glance, first, in case she doesn’t want him to make a scene.

Her expression doesn’t freeze, doesn’t turn horrified –

it trembles, for a moment, but hardens in a calm mask of determination. Then she stands up in one smooth motion, grabs her cup of coffee, walks over to the man, and throws the hot beverage in his face.

Gasps echo throughout the room. The man himself cries out in surprise before making a dash for the restrooms.

“Don’t listen to him, hun,” Cat says, loudly and forced through gritted teeth, staring at the retreating back of the man, “he’s just a bigoted piece of shit.” She returns to her seat and mutters, so quietly that Megamind can only barely hear it, “motherfuckin’ cock sucking son of a crack whore -!”

Megamind blinks. “Uh,” he says, “your, ah, your coffee?”

Cat waves her hand dismissively, even as she peers into her now emptied cup. “Don’t worry,” she says, “I gave it to charity.”

He laughs, grateful for her anger and her fire.

(he’ll always remember this day with fondness; the day someone first fought to protect his dignity)

Cat hugs him after their third date. They’ve been to the movies and haven’t done much talking the last two hours, but Cat held his hand when the worst scenes were on screen, and he held hers just as tight.

When she says goodbye to him, afterwards, she wraps her arms around him and holds him – tight, tight, close.

(warm she’s warm and she’s hugging him)

There’s a moment where Megamind – hesitates –

(what if she figures it out by his touch what is she figures it out what if she figures it out what then)

(please, whispers Megamind’s heart –)

– he hugs her back.

(an explosion of warmth; of joy; of home and this is his fated –)

Hugs come easier to them after that. Megamind rarely initiates them, doesn’t want to startle Cat too much – but she appears to be fine with touching. Hand-holding, too, becomes more common – and the string hangs between them, intense magenta when their fingers intertwine.

(but Megamind twists in his bed at night, guilt tearing through him and ripping him apart, because –)

(what if she finds out, and she will find out you moron, and you need to tell her before it’s too late but he doesn’t want to lose her, and he should pull away, should say it’s enough, should run before he can make her cold –)

Minion is worried. Understandable, as Megamind’s life slowly starts to revolve around Cat, rather than defeating Metro Man.

But Minion, loyal fish as he is, doesn’t say anything. He keeps it down to uncertain flutters and disapproving looks and lingering, concerned glances. Megamind pretends like he doesn’t notice. Minion pretends to not know that Megamind is pretending.

And things aren’t okay.

(Megamind’s phone dings with a message; it’s from Cat, and it reads hey hun I have sum extra time tomorrow wanna hang out at my place)

But they’re better.

(and Megamind knows, he knows that Cat still looks at him as only a friend – an exceptionally good friend, perhaps, thanks to the string tied to their thumbs, but – nothing more than that –)

“Hey, hun,” Cat greets him at the door. She smiles one of the many smiles Megamind has learned to appreciate – not the beam from their first meeting, nor the pleased grin whenever she drops an awful joke, but the soft one that translates to welcome home. “Come on in.”

Megamind dips his head and accepts the invitation. He’s been in her apartment before – not a lot, but enough to know the layout of the place. He steps into the room – the living room is, for some strange reason, the room the apartment opens into. Really; a hallway would’ve been far safer.

Cat steps aside from the door and throws herself onto the couch with a tired sigh. “You will not believe the day I’ve had at work today – gods, it was fucking terrible – ”

“Oh?” Megamind says, shrugging off the jacket he’d slipped on over the disguise. “Do tell,” he encourages, moving over to sit beside her on the couch.

“It’s nothing big,” Cat says, opening her eyes to give him a fond look, “just, you know. Work.”

(he thinks of big robots and long nights and flashes of light and bloody near-fucking-death –)

“Anyway,” Cat says, before Megamind has the time to react to her previous statement, “I found a new movie I know you’ll absolutely love, if you want to watch it with me?”

Megamind is fully aware of the fact that his features brighten considerably. He doesn’t care at all; Cat deserves to see the positive impact she has on the world. And besides, watching movies with her is always fun. “I accept your humble offer,” Megamind says formally, shifting in the couch to find a better position. “What movie shall we watch, my dear?”

Cat’s cheeks turn a few shades redder, but she grins through the blushing. “I’d prefer it to be a surprise, if you don’t mind, sire.”

Megamind waves his hand lazily. “That is no problem at all,” he notes snottily. “Now, turn on this – thehle-wish-on.”

A few moments pass where nothing happen. Puzzled, Megamind turns to Cat, eyebrow raised –

she’s staring at him, but there’s no humour in her gaze anymore, only cold contemplation. “…television,” she says softly. “It’s pronounced television.”

(testing him she’s testing him)

“Ah,” Megamind says –

(everyone knows that Megamind pronounces words wrong sometimes)

“Thank you,” he finishes. “Television.”

Cat smiles, and the humour is back again. “Alright, then, sire – your wish is my command.” She reaches for the remote, and moments later the screen flickers to life. A beat, pictures start playing on the TV, and –

A delighted gasp falls from Cat’s lips, and then she drops all the games and blurts, “can I see this first?”

“Sure,” Megamind promptly says.

He shouldn’t have agreed so fast, he realizes, when the pictures on the screen pans out, and –

it’s him. Without his disguise. Bad and blue and bald and cackling at Metro Man, who’s in the process of striking a heroic pose.

Megamind recognizes the pictures to be from his most recent Evil scheme. It’s a week or so since it happened, however… this must be a delayed report.

Cat leans forward and makes an intrigued noise.

(interested in his destruction; in his downfall –)

The cameras zoom in on him; he turns to face them, grinning the grin he’d practiced for hours beforehand.

Cat lets out a high-pitched giggle.

Wh -?

The pieces snap into place.

“Wait,” Megamind blurts, puzzled and befuddled and filled with blazing hope, “are you seriously –? Over m – Megamind?”

Cat tears her focus away from the screen in favor of glaring at him, and Megamind realizes with a start that it’s only half-joking. “And why not?” she asks, and now she sounds defensive –

(but – but – but Megamind is Megamind, how can she – how – what –)

(the look in her eyes, the adoring affection – he’s seen it before on her, knows that it’s genuine –)

“First of all,” Cat continues, “he’s fucking adorable.” She says it as if it is the truest reality; as though she knows that if everything else fails, this will still hold true – “Look at those eyes, and his smile – ” She gestures wildly for the screen, motions sharp and short and angry. “There aren’t many guys who could pull of his style and look that good!”

On-screen Megamind raises his leather-clad hand, and a swarm of brainbots rise like a stormy and vengeful cloud behind him.

Megamind begins to gather his wits; he has to give her a reply that makes sense – a garbled mrph? won’t hold against her –

“Second,” Cat says, the word trembling with the weight of her emotions, “give me one bloody example where he’s actually hurt someone – or even tried to!”

He opens his mouth to say that he hasn’t been following a lot of Megamind’s moves.

“And Metro Man doesn’t count!” Cat interrupts him harshly, jabbing a finger in his direction. “He’s bloody fucking invincible. You’re just judging a book by its cover! Like everyone else!”

The notion that Megamind is judging a book by its cover is so surprising and hilarious that it startles all his wits back into place.

He laughs; mostly at the thought that he’s judging himself wrong. “Okay, okay!” he says, before chuckling a bit more. “I didn’t…” Now he hesitates; the confusion and disbelief settle heavy in his stomach. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly about him.”

(she must’ve defended him before, against other people, she must’ve, if she gets so mad –)

Suddenly it seems to dawn on her what she’s said; one last flare in her eyes, and then she slumps over, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Yeah,” she says. “Well. I think he gets the short end of the stick, sometimes.” She looks over at the screen again, the sheepish expression tilting into a softer, more regretful one.

On the screen, Metro Man boasts proudly about how he won the fight. Megamind is sulking in the background, chained and soon-to-be confined by the prison’s four walls.

“I don’t think he’s evil,” Cat whispers, even as screen-Megamind scowls at the Mayor’s back. “I don’t think he’s evil at all.”

Megamind… has a lot to think about, the following days.

(she thinks he’s adorable she thinks he’s adorable she thinks he’s adorable –)

His greatest worry had been Cat discovering his true identity and then promptly leaving him to himself, mad at him for lying and mad at him for being him.

He should tell her – he really, really should – and now that he has proof that she’d be okay with him being, well, Megamind, that choice should be easy to make –

but she’ll be mad, she will, because he’s lied to her about who he truly is since day fucking one –

and the guilt, the tearing, the ripping, the mind-numbing remorse and terror –

it gets worse.

“She thinks I’m adorable,” Megamind admits to Minion the following week. His voice… might have been just a teeny tiny bit dreamy.

“Well, sir,” Minion says, putting down the coffee cup with a little more force than necessary, “you’re dating. I would expect her to think so.”

“Oh, no!” Megamind exclaims, sitting straight in his chair. They’re in the kitchen, Megamind sitting by the table and Minion standing over by the oven, watching over some bacon sizzling in a frying pan. “No, no – she thinks I, as in Megamind, incredibly handsome criminal genius and master of all villainy, is adorable.”

Minion stops what he’s doing. He’s not facing Megamind, he can’t see his expression –

one nervous heart-beat.

Two.

“Sir,” Minion says, turning in his head-piece to fix Megamind with a stern look, his voice soft and dangerously quiet. “I expect to meet her as soon as possible.”

Minion has used this voice only twice before; once when Megamind was a teen, and once after one of the earliest battles with Metro Man. Both had been caused by an intense overload of worry from his dear fishy friend.

“Yes,” Megamind says, not even thinking about the consequences. “Of course.”

Minion nods approvingly, turns back around, and continues to watch over the strips of bacon.

bubsy do you have time to come over today

Megamind looks at his desk, littered with half-finished blueprints and somewhat-thought-out plans for his next scheme.

ofc, he replies, anything for u.

Cat doesn’t say what’s bothering her, she only opens the door with a tired but welcoming nod. Maybe she thinks that he doesn’t notice, but he’s her bonded, there’s a string made of plant-fiber painted purple that says they’re meant for each other, and during the last few months he’s gotten familiar with her expressions.

He sees the hesitancy and remorse and worry in her eyes –

and for the first time in his life, he initiates a hug.

Cat clings to him, arms wrapped tightly around his torso and forehead pressed into his shoulder. Megamind doesn’t say anything, only holds her closer, ready and willing to be her anchor and her strength.

After an embrace that lasts for centuries and seconds Cat lets go. “Bubsy,” she says, quiet and unwavering and eyes downcast, “I’m falling in love with you.”

The world halts, freezes, tilts –

(he’s been terrified of breaking her, terrified of doing something wrong to her, but the months spent by her side has shown him just how much he can love, just how great he can be –)

(he wants to be good for her, wants to give her the world, and he’s no longer afraid of breaking her because he knows he makes her happy, but –)

“No,” Megamind says, taking a step back with a small headshake. He’s over by the door; he could run, if he wanted to. “No, you’re not.”

(she doesn’t love him she loves Bubsy she loves the disguise; she thinks Megamind is adorable, thinks he’s cute, certainly, but she doesn’t love him, and –)

(Megamind isn’t Bubsy, he’s Megamind –)

Cat heaves a shuddering breath. “I – I know this thing – ” She gestures towards the purple string tying them together. “ – only means that we – that we’re – platonic soulmates or what-fucking-ever – but these months – I’ve fallen in love with you, Bubsy – I know you don’t – love me back, or whatever, but – ”

“Don’t love you back?” Megamind asks, shocked and terrified – he’d thought she knew, thought she could feel the love in every brief touch, in every lingering glance, could hear it in every little joke and word – “Don’t love you back?” he repeats, voice rising in pitch. “Cat – I love you, with every fiber of my being – ”

His throat clogs up.

(say it, whispers Megamind’s heart, say it, tell her.)

(do something, begs Megamind’s mind, something, I don’t care, anything – )

Then his vision begins to blur. It’s too much, the pain and the horror and the dark cloud of self-hatred that had just begun to lift with Cat’s help, and it’s too fucking much –

(human he should’ve been human he should’ve been human so he could’ve loved her with everything he has, but he can’t because he’s –)

Megamind –

– twists the dial on the holowatch.

And the disguise fades.

“That’s not the problem,” he whispers.

Cat’s eyes are blown wide within seconds. “– Megamind?” she breathes.

It’s strange – Megamind can pinpoint the exact moment she understands. He sees it in her eyes, sees it in the way she shifts her weight. And then he sees something – else – something tilts, in her expression, something tilts and cracks and mends again, and –

she takes a step closer; cranes her neck to look up at him. “You love me?” she asks, voice a mild whisper void of hesitation or horror.

Megamind forces himself to nod.

“And you’re Bubsy,” Cat says.

It’s not a question.

Megamind nods again.

“Wonderful,” Cat breathes, and then she kisses him.

Megamind has never understood why people describe kissing as something that shoots sparks – it’s a kiss, it’s pressing lips against lips, there shouldn’t be sparks –

– but now he gets it.

He’s willing to bet money that the kiss was supposed to be soft and short and sweet – it’s the sort of thing Cat would do, taking it nice and slow before exploring more –

but the moment he kisses her back, months of tension and guilt and longing flare in between them.

(a pulse of need that doesn’t come from either of them; a warmth; a desire; a wish)

(the feeling of home, and this is his fated – )

Cat’s hands are on his shoulders when she pushes him against the door behind him, mouths working on mapping each other out; she pulls back, just enough to draw a sharp breath and gasp, “ – Megamind – ” She moves to kiss him again, but she pulls away once more before Megamind can respond to the kiss. “ – I suspected – didn’t know, of course – ” Another kiss, more desperate this time, fingers tightening on his shoulders. “ – I do love you – ”

“ – I – realize – now, yes, that – ” Megamind manages to stutter, the next time Cat pulls back. He – desperately – wants, needs –

“ – Megamind – ” Cat repeats, diving in for another brief kiss before seemingly forcing herself to stay back.

Megamind gets it; he wants to talk about this, about them, wants to understand her –

but the bond between them, the string, the plant-fibre that ties them together – it has other plans, and it wants those plans set into action now.

“ – Cirrus – ” Megamind gasps out, “ – it’s – my name – Cirrus – ”

Cat rests her forehead in the nook of his neck for a moment, heaving for breath, the moment a brief second of calm – “Oh, Deus,” Cat whispers, and the words fan across his skin, “that is – ” She presses her lips to his skin, hot and soft and – “ – that is fucking beautiful – ”

“ – ah – I – thank?” he stutters out, half his mind focused on keeping him upright and the other focused on what Cat is saying. There’s not much brainpower left to help him speak in coherent sentences.

“ – Cirrus – ” Cat repeats, pulling back long enough to look him in the eyes, “I – Cirrus, I love – that, love you, fucking – ”

(Megamind needs –)

He kisses her, keeping it careful and soft and slow. It takes Cat by surprise; so much that she doesn’t try to deepen the kiss. “Less talking,” he whispers, when he ends it a moment after, “and more doing.”

Cat laughs; it’s a beautiful sound, even amid all of this, and Megamind captures the sound with his mouth.

(they barely make it to the bedroom.)

(Minion’s wish is granted the next day. He beams, Cat beams, they all beam, and Cat holds Megamind’s hand just as tight as he holds hers when Minion first calls her ma’am.)

(it is, they all know, far from the last.)

(and Megamind lies on the couch in Evil Lair, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts and a pair of socks Cat bought for him. She’s sleeping on his chest with her arms slung around his torso, a content smile on her lips and socks matching his.)

(and Megamind lies on the couch in Evil Lair listening to a heart sing the same melody as he –)

(he glances at the purple string resting between them, shimmering faintly in the dim light – )

(and he has.)

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