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The ones we love can hurt us the most

Lily was sitting in the common room on a couch in front of the fireplace. She was reading Hogwarts, A History for her next History of Magic lesson. She tried to concentrate on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, but it wasn't that easy, as a loud applause and screaming started in the common room. Lily turned her head.

James Potter came down the stairs. There was a white little lily between his teeth. Lily rolled her eyes and returned to her book. After a few minutes, James stopped next to the couch. He stared at the girl without saying a word. Lily sighed angrily and glanced at him impatiently.

Lily's look changed from upset to shocked while James unbuttoned his shirt. He unfolded it, sticking his chest out. There was a writing on his skin with red ink under his tie, which read: 'WANNA DATE?'

James smiled with the flower in his mouth and looked questioningly at Lily.

"No." she said concisely.

Lily stood up with her book in her hand. She headed towards the girls' dormitory, bumping some silly girls whispering about James' torso.

He shouted at her: "You would be happier if I sectumsempra-d it into Snivelly's chest?"

Even though Lily wasn't fond of Severus anymore, she didn't tolerate Potter insulting him unjustly. He was worse than the boy who called her a 'mudblood'.

She turned around and furiously went closer to James. He buttoned up his shirt again and looked down at Lily resentfully.

"You are a jerk, Potter." She said quietly, shaking with wrath. "You are the most arrogant, disgusting and lame idiot I've known in my life. I would NEVER, EVER date you, even if my life depended on it. I wish you were never even born!"

The people in the common room suddenly left speechless.

Lily pressed her hands over her mouth as she realized what she just said. She could see James' heart break into pieces by his eyes as he slowly grew sad. He lowered his head with painful sorrow on his face.

"I'm so sorry." Lily whispered ashamed and nearly crying.

"You don't have to be." James replied with a hoarse voice.

He took a deep breath and approached the painting of the Fat Lady. He left the common room and slammed the portrait. Lily winced and looked down the little, dead lily, which James trampled on.
I wrote it a while ago when I got inspired by this picture: [link]

Image belongs to :iconviria13:

Second part: Disguise of feelings

HP (c) J.K. Rowling
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When the darkness comes
When the shadows return
Six lights will awake
Guided by their friendship
With the power of
Harmony within them
Together they will
Bring an end to evil

Honesty will fight against any lies
Kindness will aid those overwhelmed by anger
Laughter will wither all sadness away
Generosity will help those in need
Loyalty will strike bravery into the hearts
Magic will then make everything complete!

Rise forth once more
(once more)
O Lights!

O Harmony!

With the sun and moon guiding their way
They will always prevail!

Brave ones
Fear not
You'll find your way!
Lift us through
Our goal
lies ahead
In souls and hearts!

Rise forth once more
(once more)
O Lights!
Spirits of Harmony

When the darkness comes
When the shadows return
Six lights will awake
Guided by their friendship
With the power of
Harmony within them
Together they will
Bring an end to evil!

Honesty will help stand us firm as mountains
Kindness will save us from the sorrow and despair
Laughter will wash away every tear and frown
Generosity will never let us down
Loyalty will not abandon friends in need
Magic then will make everything complete!

Rise forth once more
(once more)
O Lights!

O Harmony!

Nothing is impossible for them
When they will all head in!

Our path
We shall find
strength in friendship today!
It's our way
Lead on
shunning wrong
Unite as one!

Rise forth once more
(once more)
O Lights!
Harmony restored on this day!

May the power of friendship always
Be with you!
These are the lyrics for my latest PMV that is meant to be a sort of tribute to the Mane Six and the Elements of Harmony.

You can watch the video with these lyrics here:

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (C) Hasbro / :iconfyre-flye:
Picture by :iconalicehumansacrifice1:
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'That night... That accident... What happened that night? What was that thing? I only saw it for a second, a black blur in the night, then the next thing I knew I was on the hospital bed with Joseph by my side, a huge wound on the side of my body. I was stuck in the hospital for two weeks, but now I'm fine... but what was with that thing? The thought of what did that to scares me. What in the world could've done that?'

Kevin ran these words through his head, looking down at the ground, idly sipping on his can of coke. The voice of his best friend and next door neighbour, Joseph, droning on about this one girl he just met during his run to the nearby convenience store, was blocked out by the repeating sounds of his screaming that night. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.

"You think I should call her yet?" Joseph asked. He punched Kevin's arm when he wasn't getting an answer. "Hello? Kev? You listening?"

"Huh?" Kevin shook his head as he snapped back into reality and looked at Joe. His friend was staring at him, clearly expecting an answer and wondering what was up with Kevin. Kevin looked into his chocolate brown eyes and noticed just now that his short light brown hair was styled up slightly. Joseph was the tall and good-looking ladies' man. Kevin always wondered how a guy like Joseph ended up with a nerd like himself. Kevin rubbed the spot Joseph punched him. He just felt a slight sting against it now. "Ouch, you don't have to be so violent."

"Heh. Sorry there, Kev." Joseph smiled as he leaned back on the couch and put his arms behind his head. "I always forget how weak you are."

"Hey, it's not my fault I got my dad's skinny body, where as you got your dad's huge muscles!" Kevin jabbed his finger at Joseph's chest. "And my build is pretty decent for a 16-year-old like myself!"

"Calm down there, tiger. I didn't mean it like that." Joseph gently pulled away Kevin's hand and rubbed the spot on his chest. "And no, it's not." It was true, though. Kevin got the skinny side, where as Joseph got from his dad. He had muscles, but was still technically slim. He was defined and such, with a six pack and all, but they weren't rippling out of his shirt. You could still see them in his tight grey shirt he was wearing under his open brown jacket, though. "Anyways, don't you agree?"

"Oh, sorry 'bout that, Joe." Kevin looked down at his green tee and brown shorts. He never looked as good as Joseph did. His brown hair was falling down with him and blocking his view quite a bit and hitting his thick-rimmed squared glasses. "Anyways, I wasn't really listening. Sorry. I was thinking about what happened."

"Oh, you mean that? It was just an accident. You know, maybe a bear liked our s'mores and wanted to try some of yours. You're fine now, aren't you?"

"Uh...yeah." Kevin pulled up his shirt slightly and looked at the scar that was left on his body. "'s just weird."

"Yeah." Joseph was looking away, like he was in deep thought, but Kevin knew not to bother him much during a time like this. Joseph was a down-to-earth kind of guy who always knew what was right, he rarely had to go into these serious thinking phases. "You know, why'd your folks decide to go to Florida right after you got out of the hospital? And it's not like they visited you much there, anyways."

"I dunno..." Kevin looked away, his face full of pain. Joseph was right. It's like his parents didn't even care about him. It was all about his older brother and sister who got into great universities and had everything right. They visited him about twice in his two weeks at the hospital, and one of them was to yell at him about how careless he was being.

"Oh, sorry, man." Joseph moved in closer and put patted Kevin's back. He was only thinking out loud, he didn't mean to hurt Kevin.

"Nah, don't worry about it, Joe. I'm all good." Kevin shook off Joe's arm and forced a smile.

He didn't buy it, but Joseph noticed the time on his watch and got up. "Ah, well I should get going. Shift starts soon."  

"'Kay, see ya tomorrow."

"Yeah." Joseph nodded and made his way out the door.

Kevin woke up peacefully. It was nice to wake up without your mom nagging about the fact that the next school year started soon and forcing him to get up.

He rolled around and glanced at the time. It was only seven. But he was awake already. He might as well get up soon, since he should be getting used to the daily schedule of waking up at six. He rolled around and moaned for a bit before deciding to get up.

He yawned and jumped out of bed, lazily dragging himself to the washroom, wearing only a pair of boxers. It was kinda nice being the only one in the house, just so you could just walk around like this in the morning. Joseph joked around that Kevin could just walk around completely nude, but then Kevin just ignored the odd thought. Especially since Joseph had come over almost every day since his parents left.

Kevin splashed some water onto his face, waking him up from his half-consciousness. When he rubbed his eyes and stared into the mirror, he screamed at what he saw.

His scrawny body wasn't flat and thin anymore. He had muscles. Actual muscles. His body looked more like Joseph's than his own now, he was built with perfectly sized muscles covering him. He kept stepping closer and further away from the mirror, then he rubbed his eyes as if to check if it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Kevin slowly ran his hand up and down his six pack first, as if to tell if it was real. When he felt the muscles hold up against his fist, he screamed.

What was going on? How did this happen? One night he was the thin nerdy kid, and then now he...he was built. Not built like a wrestler or anything, but a nice muscular slim shape that gave him perfect-looking muscles. He laid his hands over his rock-hard pecs for a bit before flexing his arms. He was happy with what he saw. It's something he always wanted, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never get muscles like this.

Finally accepting that his muscles were reality, he dashed to his room and jumped at his blackberry. He sent a text to Joseph saying: 'There's something I gotta show you. Come over quick!'

As he sent the text, he suddenly realized something: he wasn't wearing his glasses. But...everything was sharp, it all looked perfect. He looked around his room and could clearly read everything, the titles of his books, the games scattered around. His eyesight was...good again. 'But that's impossible!' he screamed in his head. But it didn't look impossible the way he was seeing things now. Just yesterday, not having glasses would make everything a blurry mess, but instead his room was as clear as glass, sharp and perfect definition.

"This is getting creepy..." he whispered to himself, striding around the room and reading everything he could see. He made a full circle around his room and finished just as the doorbell rang. "Wow, that was fast." He quickly slid on a pair of shorts he found on the ground. It was probably clean. Probably.

He raced downstairs and let Joseph into the house, he looked like he just woke up and threw on his clothes from yesterday messily.

"Hey," Joseph stepped in and yawned. "Came here as fast as I could. Still kinda tired. What's up?"

"This is up." Kevin smiled as he flexed his right arm in front of his friend's face.

"What the...?" Joseph looked at Kevin's arm, examining the muscles that appeared overnight, his jaw dropped and his face twisted of shock and curiosity. Joseph looked up and down Kevin's new body. "You''ve'd you do it?"

"I dunno, really." Kevin smiled and stared at his arm as he flexed and unflexed repeatedly.

Joseph put his hand on Kevin's arm in a slow and nervous way, pulling back before he could touch it, until he finally felt Kevin's muscles, which were as hard as his own.

Then, Joseph looked at Kevin's torso. His pecs and abs were defined very similarly to his own. He looked them up and down, his face twisted in curiosity. He places his hand on Kevin's chest and ran his hand up and down his friend's muscles for a bit to feel if they were real, too, then realized how creepy he must have seemed and started blushing. Joseph was still confused, but he knew for sure that they were real. "This is amazing, man! This is so cool! You're built! I don't know how you did it—"

"I told you, I don't—"

"But that's amazing! C'mon, let's go to the beach! Show of your new bod!" Joseph smiled and hit Kevin. It didn't hurt him this time.

" off my body?" Kevin scratched his head. It's certainly something he never imagined that he'd be doing. "Uh...sure. Let's go. The beach is only a few minutes away, anyways"

"Alright, I'll go change up for the beach, meet me outside."Joseph scrunched his nose as he left. "You should change, too, those clothes stink."

Kevin quickly changed, putting on a new white sleeveless shirt and trying to force on his trunks. It was hard since his legs grew, too, but he was eventually able to pull them on, though they felt pretty tight... he quickly threw a few extra clothes into a string bag and slung it around his shoulder, and he slid on his shoes on his way out, sandals in his bag.

He locked up and met Joseph outside with his skateboard, Joseph was wearing a fitted blue shirt that left his muscles slightly visible, and a pair of black and green trunks, it was a mystery to Kevin how he fixed up in such a short time, his hair was perfect and Kevin noticed that he shaved his goatee slightly, and styled it so that it formed a sort of thin square around his mouth.

"Mm, that's a lot better." Joseph sighed in relief, sniffing the air and glad that he couldn't smell Kevin's old clothes. "Let's get goin'. It's a beautiful day."

"It is." Kevin looked up at the sky as they kicked off. Seven thirty A.M. and the sun was already bright in the sky, and a nice feeling of the sun and cool breeze at the same time made the day feel great as they rode down the sidewalk, wind blowing past them.

Joseph waved to a bunch of people and said a kind "good morning" to some of the older folks on the way. He was a really friendly and popular guy, where as Kevin was basically a nobody. But it really surprised Kevin when a beautiful girl his age sent a smile at him. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad.

They paid up and headed into the beach. Even on a nice day at the beach, there weren't that many people. It was mostly people from their school, since the beach was so close in the neighbourhood, and some families and old couples reading books or what-not here and there. They kicked through the sand and met up with a few of their friends.

"Hey." Joseph waved at a group of eight guys passing around a football. Most of them were at least decently built, with the exception of the chubbier Asian in the crowd. They were all pretty good looking, too, with one standing out, his spiky black hair blowing in the wind as he turned to smile at Joe. He wore a thick stubble, but it matched him perfectly and it embraced his perfect tanned skin.

"'Sup Joe, hey Kev." The boy pulled away from the crowd to greet them. He had already taken his shirt off and was displaying a great array of muscles. "Good thing you came, we can start a five-on-five." Just as he said that, as if on cue, a football rocketed at him and he dove into the sand for it.

"Five on five." Joe nudged Kevin and started whispering. "C'mon, this is a great way to see if those new babies are just for show."


"So, you in?" The boy shook off some sand from his bright red trunks and stepped back in front of them.

"'Course we are, Eric." Joseph said as he started to pull off his shirt and quickly tuck it into his bag.

"Great, c'mon. Hurry up." He ran back to the group and rejoined their warm-up tosses.

"Seriously, Joe?" Kevin groaned as he also pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes into sandals.  "You know I suck at football, and then we're playing with Eric!"

"It can't be that hard anymore, can it? Just give it a shot." Joseph started towards Eric and the rest of the guys.

"Fine. Let's hope they work." Kevin mumbled as he followed his friend.

"Okay, teams!" Eric yelled out to the other nine guys. "Me and Joseph are team captains, since we're pretty much the best. Everyone's cool with that, right?" Everyone nodded. "Okay, whaddaya want, man?" He looked at Joseph. "First pick, or first ball?"

"I'll take the ball." Joseph smiled as he took the ball from Eric, who seemed rather surprised. He had expected Joseph to take first pick and choose Malik, the speedy and very well built boy with blonde hair and a goatee. Everyone wanted him first.

"Alright, I get Malik." The boy just grunted.

"Kevin." It didn't surprise him. Joseph always picked Kevin first. Best friends were best friends, after all.

"Neku." The boy with messy orange hair smiled as he walked to Eric's side, holding his headphones and moving to the music. He always had headphones on, even playing football. Nobody knows why, but some people say it's to block others out because he wants everyone to mind their own business. Everyone could tell he was happy to be on Eric's team.

"Toph." Joseph pointed to the boy with short brown hair casually standing in the back. He was slightly less built than Joseph, and his face bared a huge smile. His real name was Jonathan, but they called him 'Toph', because it sounds like 'Tough'. He was a kind and gentle person, but could turn into a deadly beast when he was really into something. Football was an example.

They took turns calling on the rest of the group, all of them were built and good-looking popular white guys. Graeme Atkinson, the tall, good looking guy with spiky, brown, rock star hair joined Kevin's team. He was fast and muscular, but he always was better at basketball than football. They also got Hope Estheim, too. He was kind and all, but he wasn't very athletic or courageous. He was one of the worst players, but he was a good sport and a great guy, so people didn't mind having him.

They set up markers in the sand by throwing their bags down. Once everything was lined up, they started up the game.

Kevin's team started, and Joseph tried to dash through and avoid being tackled. Unfortunately, Eric was faster and quickly dove at Joseph, sending him crashing to the ground.

"C'mon, Joe. I know you're better than that." Eric reached his hand out to Joseph.

"I'm just getting warmed up." Joseph picked up the ball again and readied himself, smiling.

They were downed before they could get a touchdown, with Eric's team raining down upon them before they could get near the touchdown line. The team still avoided passing to Kevin because he was known to fumble...a lot.

When it was Eric's turn on offensive, things were starting to go chaotic. Joe didn't look it, but he had crazy running speed. Luckily Toph was able to take him down once, but Eric did score a touchdown.

When they got onto the offensive again, Joseph gave the ball to Kevin to run. To everyone's surprise, even Kevin's, he made it past everyone. He was running faster than he ever had, and he even beat Eric, who tried to catch him, but just missed. He quickly made the final rush and scored his first touchdown. Instead of a cheer or anything, everyone froze in dead silence. They never imagined that Kevin, of all people, would be doing that. After a long pause, Joseph broke the silence, and everyone started cheering Kevin on.

The game continued on, and everyone was amazed at how great Kevin was all of a sudden. They finally finished up the game at around 9:15, when everyone was finally tired of jumping on top of each other and seeing who could take the other person to the ground. Kevin's team probably won thanks to him, but no one was really sure since they stopped keeping count when everyone's goal was to jump on the nearest person instead of score a touchdown.

"Hey, great job, Kev!" A boy with short, messy, golden brown hair and a British accent placed his hand on Kevin's shoulder after the game. "That was amazing!"

"Thanks, Riley!"

"Nice job, there, Kevin!" Eric came up and nodded at him, smiling. "Who ever thought someone like you could do that?" He looked up and down Kevin's body. "You've gained a lot of muscle since the last time I saw you. You been working out?"

"Well...I-I-I...I-umm..." Kevin stuttered, but was luckily saved with Joseph sliding in just in time.

"Yeah. We've been working out together, and now look where it's gotten him!" Joseph ruffled Kevin's hair a bit, something like an older brother would do. In a way, Joseph was Kevin's older brother. He looked out for him all the time, and drove away bullies. He also got Kevin to hang out with Eric and the rest of the guys instead of sitting out like a loser.

"Yeah, you're right." Eric gave them a nod and turned away. After he was a few meters away, he turned and called out, "We're taking a swim! C'mon!" His gaze stuck on Kevin a little longer before breaking into a run.

"Let's go!" Kevin quickly dashed forwards, even catching up to Eric, who already had a big lead, without even trying.

"Hey! Wait up!" Joseph followed behind his friend, almost tripping on the sand below.

They hung around in the water with a bunch of people from their school. Guys and girls splashed around, played games, and chatted at the beach. Kevin noticed a lot of people staring at his body. He was only used to people looking at him to notice the nerd passing by, not to check out his muscles.

Kevin saw Io Nitta in the water, too. A beautiful long, brown haired girl his age who was smart and modest, and just a year older than him, too.. She was kind and gentle – a lot of guys wanted her, but she would never go with the jerks. Before he knew it, she was standing right in front of him.

"Hey there, I don't believe I've caught your name." She smiled. "I'm Io. Io Nitta."

"I-I-I-I'm...I'm Kevin." He spat out and started to turn red.

"Hmm? Is something wrong?"

"Not at all, Io!" Kevin threw his hands up into the air, accidentally splashing her and dampening her perfect hair. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"

She simply laughed. "Haha, don't worry about it! Because..." She sent a small wave of water at him with her hands while he was panicking. He just got a new reputation; he didn't wanna lose it so quickly. "I'll get you back!"

"Haha! You got me there!" Kevin wiped the water out of his eyes. "I thought you would be like other girls and freak."

"No, why would I freak? It's just water!"


"You're a nice guy..." She looked away for a second, as if thinking whether or not to say something.

"Is something wrong?"

"You should call me." She hesitantly put out.

"C-c-c-call you?!" Kevin's face turned pink. He didn't expect that. "O...okay. Okay! Sure! Yeah! I'll...I'll call you!"

"Heehee, I like you. You're no jerk. Like that Eric kid. Well, I'll see ya around, Kevin." She winked at him before meeting up with some of her other friends.

Right when she left, Joseph came up to Kevin, clapping slowly. "Very good. How did you get Nitta to like you so much? She normally hates guys."

"I dunno..." Kevin smiled. "But she told me to call her."

"She what?!" Joseph's jaw dropped down instantly. "Even I couldn't get friendly with her! What did you do that?"

Kevin just smiled. He knew that it would be a good day.

After staying in the water for an hour and a half, Kevin and Joseph finally decided they would be leaving. They said their goodbyes to everyone and jumped out of the water. The sun was now high in the sky and quickly heating up the beach. The sand was already really hot as they kicked through it.

"Hey! Joe! Kev!" A voice called out from behind them. They turned around and saw Eric running up towards them, completely soaked. "You guys leavin'?"

"Yeah. It's getting hot and we have places to be." Joseph answered.

"Oh, well, that's too bad."

"Yeah." Kevin answered before whispering to Joseph: "We have places to be?"

Joseph ignored the question and said, "Yeah, sorry. See ya."

"Okay. Uh...I'll just go out with it." Eric said, mostly to himself. "Kevin, ya wanna go...uh...out to...dinner? With me?"

Joseph's face flooded with surprise. "What the fu—"

Kevin's face copied Joseph's, his mouth hanging open and his face turning pink. "Are you...asking me out?" Kevin asked.

"Well, uh...yeah I guess." Eric scratched the back of his head, he was turning pink, too. The cool brave Eric, blushing. And because of Kevin.

"Eric, look, I'm sorry but I'm..." Kevin was choosing his words very carefully, trying not to hurt Eric.

"Wait a sec." Eric interrupted. "You're"


"Oh. Wow, uh that's embarrassing." He forced a smile. "I just thought because, you know, a lot of people kinda think..."

"People think I'm gay?!" Kevin screamed, but just quiet enough for only the three of them to hear.

"Yeah...kinda." Eric's face turned serious. "Okay, look. You do not tell anyone about this, okay? It's something I'm trying to keep a secret, okay? Let's pretend this never happened, sorry to bother ya, buddy."

"Yeah, you've got our word." Kevin nodded.

Joseph was still frozen.

"His, too. Now we should be heading off. See ya."

Kevin dragged Joseph off the beach, after a few slaps, he finally unfroze. "Eric's GAY?! I did not expect that!"

"Haha, well, that doesn't matter. So where are we supposed to go?"

"Well, I can already tell those trunks are really tight on you."

"You ca—"

"You were trying to adjust the net countless times, Kev." Joseph pointed out, causing Kevin to blush a bit. "Anyways, so let's go to the mall. We could get you some new clothes. We've got nothing to do today anyways."

"Sure, why not." Kevin shrugged. He liked the idea of going to the mall and buying some new clothes. And maybe with Joseph's help, they would look good.

"Anyways, let's change out of these, first."

Kevin changed into a red collared shirt and light brown shorts, and Joseph quickly changed into a blue plaid short-sleeve button down shirt and darker brown shorts.

They met outside the changing rooms, slipped their shoes back on, and started to skateboard to the mall. When they arrived at the huge building, they picked up their boards and headed inside.

"Okay, so where to?" Kevin looked at the directory. He didn't go here much, mostly just for games.

"C'mon, just follow me." Joseph dragged Kevin into a store, and quickly got him to try on some clothes.

Joseph dragged Kevin around the mall, looking for new clothes for him, and getting him to try on all sorts of clothes. Joseph knew the styles, so Kevin just did whatever he told him to. They covered about half of the stores they planned to go to, already carrying a bunch of bags, before Kevin realized he was feeling a little queasy. He decided to just put it off and go to the washroom.

"Okay, fine. There's a washroom over there." Joseph pointed to the washroom on the floor below them and took the bags out of Kevin's hands. "I'll take these, just hurry up – oh, never mind. It's only twelve. Oh, just hurry up anyways."

"'kay, thanks Joe!" Kevin quickly raced down the escalator and stormed past the shoppers, charging through the washroom door, luckily the washroom was empty. Now that he was here he noticed he didn't have to vomit, but his stomach was still churning wildly and he was getting hot. He was burning.
He didn't wanna take his shirt off in case someone came, so he hastily turned the tap and splashed water onto his face. When he looked down, he noticed his fingernails were extending outwards slowly, transforming into sharp, murderous claws.
"What the hell?!" He screamed, but then a searing pain launched up his mouth. He screamed as he felt a piercing feeling in his teeth. He watched the mirror and saw that his canines were growing out of their sockets and becoming longer and sharper, like his claws.
He started trembling as he felt something coming up, and cried out in pain as he fell to the ground on his side, letting out a horrible shriek. He slowly rolled over onto all fours, panting. Whatever was going on was already killing him, and he felt an odd feeling in his feet.

He wiggled his toes, trying to get the sharp, painful numbness away, but it wouldn't work. He clenched his teeth – almost biting his lips with his new fangs - as he heard rubber ripping. He turned around and saw that his shoes and socks had completely been torn apart by his growing feet and their new weapons.

Before he could even think "gross" to the fact he was down on the floor of a public washroom, he screamed as he felt a sharp piercing at his feet. He turned around and watched as claws grew out of his toes, too, similar to the way they did with his hands. The toenails stretched outwards into sharp claws which slowly turned black in time with his hands.

He scrunched up his nose as he could feel his senses changing. Suddenly, Kevin could smell all the disgusting smells of a public washroom – but heightened and ten times worse. It made him wanna barf, but he was stopped as he felt a roaring pain as his ears started to shift, the cartilage in his ears morphing into a slightly pointed form similar to that of a wolf's. His hearing improved just like his sense of smell, he could hear his heart pounding against his chest and his heavy breathing as he tried to clue into what was happening.

He had just a second of relief before he felt his muscles start to ache. Kevin could feel his muscles tighten and start to grow even larger, and his body started to heat up even more. He rose up onto his knees and puffed his chest outwards, not really meaning to but was forced to do so by the morphing of his body. He could feel his torso's muscles start to morph even more, and the next thing he knew, his arms were bubbling and growing more, too. The circulation in his arms started to get cut off as they were pushing against his sleeves, now way too tight for his arms.

Kevin closed his eyes. He couldn't watch this anymore, he was just trying to hold on and to brace the extreme pain, and watching his arms balloon up and pull against his sleeves didn't help. The next thing he knew, there was a loud ripping sound and his arms regained blood. He opened his eyes again to see what had happened, and he saw his shirt was now a pile of red shreds on the ground. He almost got the chance to look at his body when he felt a large pounding at his abs.

He clutched it and fell to the ground just as the washroom door opened and a kid – about nine years old – walked into the washroom and noticed Kevin on the ground.
"Hello, Mister." He said innocently.

Kevin couldn't control himself, he just let his instincts take control and roared at the kid. "Go away you little brat!" The kid jumped up, frightened and ran out of the washroom as fast as he could, crying.

Kevin couldn't even think straight about what he had done because the pounding was getting worse and worse. He looked down to see what was going on and he noticed when he saw that another pair of abs were pressing up against his skin, and the other six which arrived this morning were growing, too. They were pushing against his skin in unison, making him scream each time.

When his muscles were all settled down, Kevin lay down on his back and caught his breath. What was going on with him? Why is he enduring this extreme pain? Is it a curse? A punishment? But what did he do wrong?

He was so lost in thought that he didn't expect it when he felt his back arch upwards and a piercing feeling at the bottom of his spine. He gasped as he felt his spine stretch and something start poking out from the bottom, ripping a hole in the back of Kevin's shorts. He rolled onto his front and turned to see a short, bare tail was wiggling slightly. And now a tail to go with it, he thought. What was wrong with his body?

Something inside him told him that he could rest for a while. Like the machine causing all these changes finally decided to rest. He sat there for a minute or two, resting as his new senses took in his surroundings in an even sharper form – something he did not like.

Suddenly he felt an irritating prickling on his arms. He tried to ignore them, because it was probably his imagination, but they continued. His arms were soon covered in a pinching feeling so that he couldn't help but try to scratch it off. When his hand touched his skin, he found that it was rougher than normal. He rose his arm up to be met with his once-hairless arm which now had a not-too-thick layer of hair on it.

He watched as more hairs grew up on the side of his arms - and now his legs, too -  and was amazed at how quickly it was growing and how painless it was. Painless but irritating, though. His skin was itching like crazy, but he knew scratching it wouldn't help one bit. He just closed his eyes and tried to endure the torture. He tried to ignore the odd feeling of his new hair against his shorts and the washroom ground, but it sure was hard. And, to Kevin's dismay, after the feeling on his arms finally died down, the same feeling erupted onto his chest. He let out a scream of annoyance as he clawed at his chest, trying to cure himself but failing as hair grew in patched along his newer, stronger, pectorals.

When it died down, Kevin's chest had a layer of hair similar to his arms. He looked at it and ran is fingers through it, checking to see if the newly grown bush was actually real and to make sure he just didn't drink too much saltwater. As he felt the same growing feeling at his hair, he screamed as the itching came back and he felt his hair grow into a thick, layered mess on his head along with long sideburns going down his face. He also groaned as he felt his eyebrows grow in the same way, too.

He screamed again and his back arced so high even he couldn't believe it. His bare chest pushed upwards to try and cancel out the pain from his back, but it didn't work. His spine was pushing downwards even more, and his tail grew out even longer. He also felt it start to get covered in fur, too. It finally died down and his back hit the ground with a thud.

He sat there with his eyes closed for a while, bracing himself for whatever ordeal he would have to suffer through next, but it never game. He lay still as his breath steadied and his body finally relaxed.
Uhh, yeah...i dunno about the title
Needed something and i just thought of the Harry Potter Puppet Pals: The Mysterious Ticking Noise.
There's not even any howls...

Eh, ill ask the requester later. Or one of you guys can think of something better!

Finally! Something after two months!
So sorry for the long delay! I was focusing on playing and making games mostly instead of writing, but here it is!
I'm also trying to push out another story or two before the end of the month as a Halloween treat!

Request for: :icontarus101:
This one's a mostly plot-based werewolf story.
More story than tf, basically, so sorry if you don't like it!

I'm glad i did this! I've been meaning to write something with story instead of just a guy turning into a wolf!

And yeah, this is part 1. There's gonna be a part 2 where it continues....eventually. There's gonna be stuff between the two. Need to do something myself!

So, hope you like it!
It's kinda long, but it's mostly talking.
Sorry if you were looking for a tf!
There's one like that coming soon!
There's a few cameos in here!
One to :iconmagalbagal: and another to :iconrapiermedia:
But some are to some great games out there!
Can you name them all?

EDIT: Okay, that's the second time this was edited. I hope you guys like it. Added some more that the requester wanted and i stupidly left out! Well, here it is!
And thanks for the five favs already! You guys rock!
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Aira-ty walked down the sanitized corridor on the Kaminioan city, looking out at the wind driven rain as it buffeted Tipoca City. She hated this planet. It rained too much, like it was always crying. Still, as a place to raise her son Boba with Jango it wasn't too bad...and they never lacked for anything, save perhaps friends for Boba...not that Jango seemed to feel that Boba needed them. He was so intent on their son's training that Aira-ty sometimes felt that Jango forgot that Boba was her child too. Looking back from the endless rain she turned her attention back to the corridor as she came around a corner. She frowned and stopped, her sensitive ears picking up what sounded like the sniffles of a child.
Was that Boba? Her eyes narrowed as she followed the sound. If one of the Cuy'val Dar had hurt her son again she was going to thrash the responsible party within a millimeter of their life! She'd promised Jango she wouldn't kill any of his hundred man team while here, but that didn't mean she couldn't beat the tar out of them!
She followed the source of the crying to an access panel and slapped the release, expecting to find Boba. What she found instead was a clone cadet, his knees tucked up against his face as he huddled in the tight space amidst the wires and circuit boards.
“Hello?” she inquired gently.
The boy jerked and looked up at her, his eyes bright with tears, his cheeks streaked with moisture even as he wiped at them furiously.
“Wh—what do you want?” he stammered angrily, trying to fight back the tears.
“I heard you crying.” Aira-ty said gently, kneeling down to the boy's level and looking at his face. He was about ten or so she supposed, compliments of the advanced aging the Kaminoans used to grow their clones in the required time. She wondered if Boba would look like this in a few more years when he reached that age.
“Are you alright?” she asked, the boy's likeness to her own son endearing him to her immediately.
He clenched his eyes shut and shook his head, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes as he sobbed.
“Go away! You're just going to call me a screw up like all the rest! I don't need your help!”
Aira-ty frowned and reached towards him, placing a hand on his knee. He jerked and looked up at her, his eyes red with tears.
“It's alright, I'm not going to make fun of you. I promise.” she said gently.
The boy looked at her for a long moment before throwing himself at her with a sob as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her chest as he cried fitfully, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. Aira-ty adjusted herself, holding the boy in her arms as she turned and leaned back against the bulkhead, rocking the sobbing child in her arms as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Shhh, shhh,” she soothed. “It's fine, you're fine, everything is alright.”
He kept crying, clinging to her as his fitful sobs turned to wet hiccups until he finally subsided and lay still against her. She looked down at him as he pressed against her.
“Feeling better?”
He nodded, wiping his eyes again as he scooted out of her lap and onto the deck besides her, tucking his knees up against his chest once more.
“Uh huh.”
“Now, tell me what's the matter.” Aira-ty prompted.
“All my brothers, they call me a screw up, an idiot...they say I'm a failure.”
Aira-ty frowned and rubbed the boy's back gently.
“Why do they say that?”
The boy sniffled. “Because I don't think like they do...I see things differently...they all do the same thing, over and over again, it never changes...I want to do things differently...try different things....”
He ducked his head down. “They all just say I'm broken.”
Aira-ty looked at the boy for a long time as she realized what his problem was. He was developing a personality. Of course he wasn't fitting in with his brothers. Most of the clones she'd encountered were just that, clones of one another, copies. This clone, this boy, was developing differently from all the rest...or at least most of the rest. Part of her felt like laughing in the Kaminoan's faces, their carefully planned structure had failed to prevent the development of at least one of the clones. Aira-ty had never liked the idea of a carbon-copy army with no individualism within its ranks, but Jango insisted that was the only way for this to work and since it was his contract she didn't argue.
However sitting right here with her was proof that no matter what Jango, the Republic, the Jedi, the Kaminoans or anyone else wanted, the spirit of these children was still manifest.
Smiling at him tenderly, she pulled him close, leaning her cheek against his head.
“You're not broken.” she said gently. “You're not a screw up either, you're very lucky.”
He looked up at her, his tears still not dry.
“I'm not a screw up?” he asked almost pleadingly.
Aira-ty kissed his forehead. “A screw up? How can you be a screw up? No, you're just different from all the others ad'ika. Maybe you don't feel like it yet, but you're a lucky boy. You've already found something that your brothers can only dream of. You're an individual.”
He looked up at her, his expression uncertain.
“An individual?” he frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means you're your own person, you're not like all the're unique.”
He swallowed, still frowning.
“I'm lucky?”
Aira-ty nodded, pulling him close again and kissing his forehead.
“Yes, you're very lucky.”
“Can...can that be my name?” he asked plaintively.
“What,” Aira-ty asked. “Lucky?”
He nodded, a tentative smile crossing his face as he wiped away his tears.
“I'm Lucky.”
Aira-ty smiled at him and returned his nod.
“I don't see why not.”
“I'm Lucky.” he repeated in a reverent whisper.
“Yes, you are.” Aira-ty affirmed as she held him tenderly, letting him lean against her.
It took her few more minutes to realize that the emotionally drained child had passed out on her. Still smiling, she lifted the sleeping boy in her arms and carried him through the personnel quarters until she reached the cloning wing. Once there she was greeted by a very surprised group of technicians as she returned their missing clone to them.
“Take good care of him,” she told them warningly. “And his name is Lucky.”
They looked at her strangely,  but didn't protest or offer their thoughts on her assertion as they carried the sleeping youth back to his barracks where the rest of his brothers were already asleep. Aira-ty stood there watching until they had vanished. She wondered if she'd ever see him again...but amidst all the other clones, how could she expect to? After all, what were the odds? Still, if she could take any solace from this, it was that she had given him a name and perhaps a little peace if only for a moment.

Aira-ty stepped off the turbolift and looked around at the crowded hangar bay of the Guardian as the new clones arrived to reinforce not only the Aegis Fleet but also the the 13th Assault Corps. She spied the General and Hanabi, along with General Guo-Jia and her apprentice...what was his name again? Dio? That sounded right. She crossed the hangar to join them, handing her datapad to the General curtly.
“Niklos has taken care of most of the logistics for the new arrivals, they'll be fully billeted in the next three hours.”
General Kahan nodded as he looked over the datapad. “Thank you Commander, excellent work.”
Aira-ty waved off the praise. “Like I said, Niklos did all the work.”
“Of course, I will pass on my thanks to him as well.” he said agreeably as he turned to look at General Guo-Jia. “Happy to finally have your own unit again?”
She shook her head, scowling. “No, I'm not.”
Aira-ty looked at the other woman curiously, wondering why she was so upset about receiving a new legion of troops to replace the one she had lost. What did she care about the men under her command? After all, she was a jedi and they were her tools. Nothing more.
“Excuse me, ma'am?”
Aira-ty turned to find a clone trooper in the new Phase II armor with red triangle markings across its white surface standing before her.
“Yes?” she asked curtly, wondering what this trooper could want with her. It was unusual to see them fall out of ranks like this.
“You don't remember me.” he said in a strange voice.
Aira-ty frowned and shook her head.
The clone nodded, the movement made jerky by his helmet.
“No, I didn't think you would, but I wanted to let you know: I'm Lucky.”
Aira-ty frowned and then stopped as memories flooded into her mind from half a decade past. She looked at the clone, as if she could see through his visor and into his eyes and look at the crying child she had comforted in the hallway back on Tipoca City.
She swallowed, refusing to show emotion in front of the Generals, nodding jerkily.
“Yes, yes you are.” she replied.
She swore she could see the grin beneath the helmet as the clone saluted.
“It will be a pleasure working with you Commander, it's good to see you again.”
With that, the clone turned and rejoined the ranks of troopers, vanishing quickly amidst them as Aira-ty turned back to see the General looking at her.
“An old friend?” he inquired.
Aira-ty nodded, not trusting her voice in that moment as other memories resurfaced alongside Lucky's. What were the odds?
So this is done without permission from either rayn44 who did this amazing artwork that inspired the scene:… or AdamAnt543 who created Lucky.

However as a surprise I hope it pleases them both and they don't skin me for not asking permission to do this!

Kinda made me cry a little writing this as certain parts reminded me of my childhood, guess the old ghosts die hard eh?

Anways, I hope everyone enjoys it, and yes, I know I should be doing the main story but I am strapped for time and tired, bear with me.

Star Wars is Star Wars and belongs to whomever owns it.
Aira-ty is :iconrayn44:'s OC
Lucky is :iconadamant543:'s OC
Hanabi is :iconbret13:'s OC
Guo-Jia and Dio are :iconvizu:'s OCs
Kahan is my OC
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When snowflakes cover the ground
When fog is all around

But a soft red light is shining through
It wakes a feeling up in you

You close your eyes, this feeling calms
Of holding your love tight in your arms

For Christmas you would like to have a lot of things
But nothing is like those winter evenings.
...that's the magic of winter...
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"Get back down here!"

"NO! Put that d--"

"Stand still!"

"Stop moving!"

A giggly ball of feathered energy zoomed around the bunker, zapping in and out of rooms to end up on either a shelf or a table. Sam and Dean Winchester were running around uselessly, flapping their arms, trying to grab their infant Castiel. In case you're wondering... It was a hunt. Something went wrong. This was only temporary. 

Dean plopped onto the couch, pure exhaustion etched onto his face. Sam was still running after the elusive baby angel. As Dean sat there, he wondered what the hell happened to Cas that turned him from that to a stoic, emotionless angel of the Lord. 

Meanwhile, Sam thought he had Cas trapped in a corner of the kitchen. But the toddler was still smiling away. Sam took cautious movements closer to Cas and he wrapped his hands around him finally, but the angel decided to teleport just then. Sam was in the kitchen one moment, and then standing precariously on a stair railing on the upper level of the bunker. He gasped and jumped down onto the safer ground of the floor, the baby nowhere to be seen. Sam was clutching his chest, afraid he might of just had a heart attack. Now he was starting to get angry. He walked downstairs again to see Dean nearly passed out on the sofa. He sat next to him.

"You look like crap, Sammy..."

"You're not looking much better."

"What are we gonna do?" Dean heard the incessant flapping of wings from another room. 

"I don't know. Do angel babies need to sleep? Maybe if we get him to take a nap for a while, he'll wake up and the spell would have worn off already."

"That could work, but how are we catching him in the first place?"

"I don't know..." Sam said again, feeling defeated. The brothers sat there, happy for the limited movement involved in it. Then a loud crash came from the other room. 

"You're on your own, Sam," Dean stated and stood and headed for his room to hopefully get some shut-eye. 

"Dean!" Sam yelled after him, but the older Winchester just saluted him. Sam groaned, standing up to check the damage. He walked in on Castiel sitting on the floor, the shards of a vase littering the floor, and he was staring fixedly at his hand. The classic expression of squinted eyes and a confused look decorated his little face. There was blood coming from the hand. That's when Sam ran over to the mess.

"Cas, what did you do?" Sam sighed. The angel looked up at him. The cut didn't seem to bother him, strangely. 

"Alright, I'm gonna patch you up, okay?" Sam asked the angel, even though he knew it wouldn't make much of a difference. Sam picked up the young angel and held him close to his chest. He brought him to the bathroom. There he sat him down on the edge of the sink and took his hand to wash. The baby twitched when the water made contact with the cut, stinging a little bit.

Sam noticed and he apologized, "Sorry, Cas..." 

The baby angel watched him as he worked, first dabbing the wound with a cloth and then wrapping it in a small tuft of cotton followed by a band-aid. Sam knew if this was adult Cas, he would just heal it himself. He didn't think this child knew how to do that yet. 

"Feel better?" Sam asked, throwing out or putting away the used supplies. Cas nodded, looking at the foreign bandage on his hand. When Sam was finished, he picked up the kid again and took him to the living room. He set him down on the couch and he sat next to him.

"Want to do anything?" Sam asked. Castiel just looked at him for a while before smiling and saying, "Game!" Sam scratched the back of his head and said, "Okay... What game?"

"Hide 'n seek!" the angel cheered. Sam was surprised the angel even knew that game, since it was primarily for humans, he thought. The younger Winchester couldn't fight the smile that crept up on his lips. 

"Okay, who do you want--"

"I'll hide!" Cas pointed to himself.

"Alright, but here are some rules: You can't fly in and out of the rooms when I'm looking for you. You have to walk or run. Okay? Otherwise, that's cheating. And try not to hurt yourself," Sam said. The angel nodded, eager to get the game going.

"30... 29... 28..." Sam closed his eyes and started to count down. He heard Cas gasp and the little patter of feet running across the wooden floor. He grinned as he counted. He soon hit zero and that's when Sam stood up.

Only a minute into the game, he realized he should have made the rules more strict, as in confine the rooms to which the angel could hide in. He started by looking in the downstairs rooms on the floor he was on. Nothing in the laundry room, nor the kitchen, nor his room. He walked around the corner to Dean's room. The door was shut. Sam knocked before entering.

Dean was sitting on his bed with headphones in his ears and a computer.

"Have you seen Cas?" Sam said loudly in case Dean didn't hear.

"No, sorry."

Sam nodded, turning to leave when he thought he heard a small squeak from somewhere. He turned back to face Dean on the bed. The younger one gave Dean a questioning look.

"What was that?"

"Oh, just had to clear my throat."

Sam wasn't buying it, and he fought a grin as he stepped into the room further.

"Dean, are you sure you didn't see Cas?"

"Positive. He was your responsibility, so he should be with you," Dean was an expert liar. But Sam could see his resolve cracking in the effort to look as nonchalant as possible. 

"Positive?" Sam circled his brother's bed, looking for the flap of a black wing or the string of a trenchcoat out of the corner of his eye. 

"Yes, now will you stop asking?"

Sam heard the noise again and it seemed to be coming from Dean's bed. That's what stumped him for a while, and then he smiled. 

"I wonder where Cas is if he's not in here. I don't know if I'll ever find him," Sam played, stalking around the bed again. Dean's lip was quivering now, trying not to smile and give away his position. 

"I don't think he'd be in here... Unless Dean's lying to me," Sam cocked a brow at his brother. Then he got onto his knees beside the bed. The giggly noises increased. Now Sam was smiling. 

"You know, if Cas was really in here, he should know about the monster after him," Sam paused, "Do you know what monster that is, Dean?"

"I think so," Dean finally smirked.

"Good. Because if that monster gets a hold of Cas, he won't be getting out," Sam teased on further, "Cassie..." 

Sam dove under the bed and saw the little trenchcoat and feathered ball curled up in the center, a wide grin splitting his face. He squealed when Sam appeared. "Gotcha!" Sam reached a long moose arm at the angel and he came out from under the bed holding him in the air triumphantly. 

"I have captured the angel!" Sam practically threw Cas onto the bed next to Dean, the latter sitting up and giggling. Dean also smiled at this playfulness displayed by his brother. 

"Dehehean!" the angel whined.

"What? I didn't do anything! You gave yourself away there, kiddo," Dean poked Cas's belly. The angel flinched and giggled again. 

"Oh, Cas... I think that monster is here to get you," Sam said, pausing dramatically, "He's big, and tall, and--"

"Ugly," Dean supplied, grinning. Sam rolled his eyes, "Handsome," he continued, "And he heard that you like to laugh. Is that right?"

Cas looked too giddy to answer and he just sat there with big blue eyes staring at Sam. 

"Do you know the monster's name?" Sam asked.

Cas shook his head.

Sam inched closer to Cas now before he yelled out, "The tickle monster!" and he pounced on the angel and wiggled his fingers on his pudgy sides and stomach. Cas squealed before dissolving into loud, happy laughter. Dean chuckled at the scene.

"You're gonna make him blow out a window if you get him going too much," Dean pointed out.

"I'll stop when it's time," Sam smiled and then switched back to being the tickle monster, "Oh, is little Cassie ticklish?"

The angel didn't reply and just laid there and laughed, unable to get out of Sam's grip. 

"What do you think, Dean?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged, "I don't know. He looks to be very ticklish. Maybe if..." Dean couldn't resist reaching over and pulling a small arm up and wiggling a few fingers in the now exposed armpit. Cas laughed adorably, his face being buried into the side of his arm. Sam grinned. 

"I don't think I'm convinced yet," Sam said, adoring the look on Cas's breathless face. He focused on wiggling his fingers all over the young angel's belly and bellybutton. That, along with Dean joining in on the tickling, had Cas in stitches. The temptation was too great and Sam lifted up the angel's shirt to get at his bare belly. He leaned down and blew a raspberry, stubble adding to the ticklish feelings on Cas's soft stomach. 

"SAHAHAHAHAHAMMY!!!" the child screeched, laughter falling silent for a second. Dean swore he felt the whole bunker rattle and shake with the force of that scream. That's when he pulled his fingers away from the angel. Cas was futilely pulling at Sam's hair. 

"I don't know who Sammy is, sorry," Sam grinned. He still kept Cas pinned with one hand as he leaned off Cas. Then he took one of Castiel's ankles in his hand. The baby angel giggled in anticipation.

"The tickle monster has a thing for ticklish feetsies," Sam went on, "Are your little tootsies ticklish, Castiel?"

The child just started giggling and shook his head.

"No!?" Sam looked shocked, "I think I need to test that anyway..." and he took one of his fingers and wiggled it under the angel's foot. Cas shrieked and giggled loudly.

"I think you were lying to me. What does the tickle monster do to those who lie to him, Dean?" Sam asked. He kept up the facade rather well. Dean chuckled and looked at Cas.

"I don't think you need me to answer that..."

"Just play along!" Sam said and tickled Dean's socked feet lying next to him, too. Dean yelped and laughed briefly, yanking his feet away from his brother.

"Alright! He..." Dean held out the word and moved closer to Cas before whispering, "... tickles you!"

Sam ran his fingers all across the toddler soft, small feet. Cas was laughing like a maniac in a matter of seconds, squirming and kicking as much as he could. Sam then wiggled his fingers along the base of the angel's toes, getting his laughter to jump up in volume and pitch. Dean pinched his side just for fun. Castiel was nearly in tears. Sam surprised him by grouping his feet together and burying his face into them.

"NAHAHAHA SAHAHAHAMMY!" baby Cas screeched. Sam blew tiny raspberries on each miniature foot.

"Sam, that's overkill, don't you think?"

"One more," Sam grinned wickedly and took a huge breath before blowing a final raspberry on the angel's soles. Sam pulled back immediately after that. Cas crawled over to Dean and curled up next to him, a huge smile still gracing his features. Dean smiled and wrapped an arm around the tiny mass of angel, pulling him closer to himself.

"Was the tickle monster mean to you?" Dean asked. Cas nodded and pointed at Sam, "Bad Sammy!" but he was grinning widely as he said so. Sam chuckled.

"Sorry, Cas. But it wasn't me, it was the tickle monster."

"Nu-uh! It was you!"

"Maybe I helped him..."

The two hunters and the young angel sat in the room quietly. They were all feeling extremely happy, which was seldom. But it felt nice. Cas yawned and closed his eyes. Sam took the child and put him to bed in his own room, wishing him a good rest.


The next day, Cas woke up his normal, aged self. Dean welcomed him back and Sam just grinned at him. The younger Winchester went about his own normal daily activities, picking up a lore book, trying to decipher some of the text in it. Cas walked into the room and smirked.

"How's the book?"

"Fine," Sam answered.

"I was wondering, is there anything in there about tickle monsters?"

Sam looked up from the volume and met Cas's gaze. The angel was smirking very slightly and soon Sam chuckled, shaking his head in embarrassment.

"I don't remember much, but I must have been quite the nuisance for you and Dean."

"No, Cas, you were fine."

"I woke up with this on my hand," he held up his hand with the band-aid on it. Sam smiled at the memory, the bandage now looking far too small for the angel's hand.

Cas stared at it thoughtfully and then he said, "I appreciate what you and your brother did for me while I was like that. I would love to repay you at any given time."

"Don't mention it. You were a pretty cute kid once you got past the whole annoying part..." Sam teased. Castiel chuckled, "That was a form of a joke, right?"

Sam nodded. They sat there in a nice silence. Then Sam set his book down and his eyes lit up because an idea had struck him.

"Is Cas still afraid of the tickle monster?"

Cas looked at Sam and squinted his eyes, backing further into the couch, "No, I don't think so."

"You sure?" Sam advanced on the angel. Right before Castiel was about to zap himself out of the room, Sam tackled him.

"Let's see about that..." and he dug in. Well, Sam found out that Cas was still very scared of the tickle monster.

~The End~
I had this idea and poof, there it is. But I wanted to add in a ticklish!wings scene, but I forgot to write it and I couldn't find a good place to stick it in after I finished the fic. Here is kind of what it should have been like:

Sam continued tickling the little angel's torso, and his fingers ventured too far around Cas so they squeezed the base of what were his wings. That's why Sam was startled when the child shrieked and arched his back. He and Dean exchanged looks.

"What was that?" Sam asked, trying it again. The same reaction was presented to him, making him smile, "Aww, does our little angel have ticklish wings?"

"Nohoho!" Cas shook his head rapidly.

"I think he does, Sammy-- I mean, tickle monster," Dean grinned.

Sam reached behind Cas and wiggled his fingers along the underdeveloped wing tufts sticking out of his back. The child screamed and fell into unrestrained laughter. Sam pulled the kid into his lap so he could easier get at the ticklish appendages.

"SAMMY! NOHO WINGS NO WINGS! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Cas howled in laughter. Sam scratched the outer rim of the wings next, making Cas giggle loudly and squirm in his grip.

"They're so fluffy. Dean, feel Cas's wings," Sam winked. Dean rolled his eyes, but reached out a hand and stroked the one nearest him. They were very soft, the feathers almost mirroring the feeling of silk but better. They were small compared to the child's body, but that was most likely because they were not fully grown yet.

"They're nice, Cas," Dean chuckled, but the wings were flapping around in efforts to escape Sam's tickling fingers. Dean soon scratched lightly on one to see the reaction. The child's face was basically split into two from laughing so hard. Sam switched tactics next.......

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Jim had woken up a while ago. A long while. But he refused to open his eyes, just yet. Because, you see, he didn't need to.
He could feel the softness of the sheet, and duvet cover. It was, of course, thick – just how he liked it. Luxurious. Tantalisingly fluffy. He could feel the slight chill in the air around his face, as there always was in London, and the contrast of that with the warmth under the covers. He could feel the clothes he was wearing: just a pair of boxers with a plain t-shirt. And, if he stretched his hand, or foot, or body a little way to the right, he could feel the man lying next to him. Comfortingly close, so that if Jim ever felt disorientated or worried, he could just reach out and he'd be there. Looking after him and watching over him, even in his sleep. Sebastian Moran: The best sniper in London and the best lover a man could ask for.
He could smell that gorgeous shower gel that Sebastian always used, without fail or deviance. He could smell the faint aroma of tea from the mugs they'd abandoned across the room just the night before, searching instead for heat and snugness under the covers of the bed. He could just about, if he pulled apart the scent around him well enough, smell the congestion from outside. The fumes of London, or rather the cars and trucks and buses within it.
He heard the roar of car engines and the beeping of horns to accompany it, making a cacophonous symphony: a beautiful pandemonium dedicated to the city and those who inhabited it. He heard the slow, steady breathing of his partner, lying mere inches away from him.
He didn't want to open his eyes yet, but felt he had to. He had to sneak a peek at the man lying next to him. The man he loved. His eyes crept open almost cautiously, as if he were afraid all that he remembered might have gone overnight, and he was alone again. But there he was. The beautiful, perfect man that made Jim feel different inside. He'd change anything for that man.
Because he loved him. Completely, entirely, madly, with every fibre of his being. He was in love with Sebastian Moran.
And it felt damn good.
Mostly a descriptive piece. I'm just testing out a different style of writing to my usual one, and figured I'd do it with my current favourite ship - Sebastian Moran and James 'Jim' Moriarty. MorMor for short ;)
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Jim had decided to sleep in that day.  The curtains on his four-poster bed were drawn, and he was dozing peacefully in the velvety darkness.  He sighed, stirring ever so slightly, moving over a bit, and curling up into a gangly ball.

A tiny rustling started to pull him out of his delicious nightmares.  The curtains were moving.  He grumbled and flipped onto his other side, his eyes unfocused as he managed to open his eyelids.

"Whasssssthifss…" he mumbled.

He was suddenly blasted with the full force of London sunlight, rare as it was, when the curtains were unceremoniously ripped open.  Jim yelped, gathering his covers around his head and quickly drawing a knife from under his goose-feather pillow.  "What the hell—?!"

A tall man loomed, casting a long shadow across the king-sized bed.  Jim was suddenly assaulted by what appeared to be a young man's body, oozing blood.  "WHAT THE HELL?!" Jim screamed.

He scrambled out of bed, quickly grabbing Seb by the collar.  He leaned in close, their noses less than an inch apart.  "Do you realize," he hissed, "that those are one thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets?  And you've just soiled them!  And I killed the last dry cleaner, so now I have to find another one, short notice!  All thanks to you!"

Seb chewed on his toothpick, his eyes half-opened.  "I did the job.  I got the guy.  He's right there."

"No shit, Sherlock," Jim growled.  "What, are you expecting a treat?"

Seb shrugged.  "Not really."

Jim's face reddened.  He released Seb and folded his arms, turning away.

"He's the rat, right?" Seb asked, his brow wrinkling.  "The one in that organization."

"Yes, yes," Jim said, waving his hand.  "You really are incorrigible, Seb.  I should get you a bell or something.  Then I'd know that the great rat catcher was approaching."

"I'm not a cat—"

"Tiger, cat, same difference.  Just don't start playing with yarn, okay?" Jim replied.  He sulked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Short crack MorMor fic, yeah.
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D: Sam, I've got some bad news.

S: You didn't break Bobby's new table, did you?

D: No…not yet.

S: Did you break my new laptop?

D: That's not the bad news.

S: Good.

D: But I did break it.

S: You asshole! I fucking told you not to go near my damn laptop, and the first damn thing you do is fucking break it!


S: Sorry, sorry. What happened?

D: I'm pregnant.

S: You're what?!

D: Pregnant.

S: You and Cas didn't use protection?! I fucking told you to! I fucking told you, and now you're gonna-I can't believe this, now I have to deal with your fucking mood swings and I have to go buy your sorry ass a shitton of pickles, and I have to deal with you and then I have to deal with Castiel and then your kid and DAMMIT DEAN!

S: Dean.

D: Yes, Sam?

S: You're not a girl.

D: No I'm not.

S: So you can't get pregnant.

D: No I can't.

S: So I'm an idiot.

D: And he finally catches on.
Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. Microsoft fucked up on me, my grandfather's about to have a surgery, my cousins are down from North Carolina, I've been forced to swim, and my laptop has been hidden from me. T.T

So, yeah. Anyway. I saw an FML where this girl told her dad she had gotten her boyfriend pregnant and her dad freaked out and broke all her shit, and then he realized what she said.

Dean would totally do this to Sam, and Sam would totally bitch him out. And then realize that it's impossible for Dean to get pregnant.
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A medicine wheel type thing. A creational picture left deliberately vague for um, meditational purposes! With story


It was late morning as Tawny Owl took upwards. Hungrily he fancied duckling would be on todays menu, and he knew just the place where there were several.

With a family to feed as well as himself he flew quickly from the woods and over the fields to a pond where on which he had spied a large family of ducks only 3 days earlier.

He could snatch one to tear apart and swallow and later on he would regurgitate most of it to his family when he returned.

Wingtips curling the clear blue sky it wasn't long before he had the pond in vision and so he took to perch upon the dead wood tree top close by the ducks dwelling. With no leaves to obscure his head to rotate 360 degrees all around this was his preference.
After a couple of neck spins to ensure his space was quiet he rested his gaze upon the pond by the reeds.

Mother Duck was paddling with all 6 baby ducklings circling their own ripples around her while she dipped her head under water spooning for tadpoles in the mud at the bottom, her little wet tail wiggling in the air as she did. She could hold her breath for a very long time.

Although Mother Duck couldn't see Tawny Owl or her ducklings as she did, this was no good. If at all possible Tawny Owl wouldn't take to well to fell to water. His feathers were made for soaring, not swimming, and plunging at a duckling in the pond, if timed not to perfection could end up with him too far under. He would have to wait on top of the dead wood tree patiently for an opportunity, turning his head just occaisionally.

Mother Duck and the ducklings continued to swim out to the centre and back to the reeds.

While watching Tawny Owl heard a noise like a fierce approaching growl from behind. Widening his eyes and spinning his head around he pinpointed the sound. It was one of the shiny metal boxes travelling at great speed along the pitch black paths upon which nothing ever grew.

The pitch black path was long and not very windy. It split into two with one side curved close around the pond while the other continued further away to split again elsewhere.
Tawny Owl watched the shiny metal box blinking as it slowly took the turny path and sped on. Tawny Owl disliked these boxes. They were always scaring his food away, and sometimes they even killed his dinner before him always leaving them to be flattened by yet more.

Such was the boxes speed as it went past that it made its own wind wafting across the pond ruffling the ducks to take notice. As it did this a small yellow parcel flew out from the box and landed on the edge of the dark path, its sides bursting open as it hit the hard ground.

Mother Duck raised her beak as though looking in the air and then swam towards the parcel. She flopped her flappy feet through the mud and waddled over to where it lay and began pecking away for it obviously contained something to eat. The ducklings still in the water watched their mother and swam towards the bank near where she was, copying her every move as they did.

Mother Duck happily tucked into the free food, grabbling piece by piece, each time lifting her wobbling head up so it slipped easier down her long slender neck.

Tawny Owl watched his chance grow greater. Very soon the ducklings would be out of the water and it would be easy to grab one as Mother Duck was busy. One by one they struggly hopped about in the mud and Tawny Owl gave his body a quick shake, lifted his wings and took upwards into a circle ready to swoop when the best moment arrived.

As he prepared he heard another familiar growl and panning his gaze to the side he saw another shiney box take the turn toward the pond, this one was moving very quickly indeed. He would have to wait until it passed so he continued to circle the air near the dead wood tree.

The shiney box rushed past the pond past Mother Duck still guzzling her food. For a brief moment the shiny box hid the ducks from Owls vision as it wizzed by below. When it had passed he saw Mother Duck lying down at the side of the dark path. The shiny box had taken and left yet another animal for no good reason.

The ducklings had pulled themselves out of the mud had now caught up with their Mother Duck as she lay on the side of the dark path and began to circle around her, some climbing on her back and others trying to hide under her wing.

Tawny Owl watched them as he took upwards slightly ready to dive at them now. When then again he caught with his ears another growling of the boxes obviously taking the turn.
This time he decided to take his chance while he could. Down he soared and swooped as fast as possible towards the huddling ducklings and their now limp mother.

Right above them as he neared the ground he reached back his wings to slow and pushed his talons forwards.

Swiftly and gently he grabbed the Mother Duck and clumsily took up. She was heavy and he couldn't fly high at all above the water as he crossed the pond. He flew to the other side of the reeds and dropped her still breathing body to rest as all the little ducklings followed across the mud and water away from the pitch black path to where they saw their mother safely laying.

It was late afternoon as Tawny Owl took upwards. Hungrily he fancied rabbit would be on todays menu, and he knew just the place where there were several...
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