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In the daytime, he was Nishimura Riki. A normal idol with a normal life. But when his kpop group ENHYPEN came to film their upcoming comeback MV in Paris, France, he knew things were going to get interesting. In Korea, he was Puma, one of very few superheroes who kept the peace in order. Paris, however, was crawling with a competitive hero scene. One hero, in particular, had caught his eye.

They called her Ladybug.

Her crimson red suit. Her crystal blue orbs. The ribbons she tied in her blunette hair. It was all striking.

But there was one problem-- her partner, Chat Noir. The entirety of Paris knew he had been pining over her for years.

Riki had only met him once, and once had been plenty.

"Puma?" an extremely snarky, but not entirely unattractive voice said. Riki whipped around to find a tall figure dressed in black, blond fringe peeking out from his cat ears.

"Hey Chat." Riki muttered. The frisky feline beamed at him.

Chat slung a muscled arm around his shoulders. "Heard through the grapevine our lady is sick today. Looks like it's just us, gorgeous." He winked, and Riki threw his arm off, gagging.

"Knock it off."

"What? Can't some cats get some love around here?" Chat Noir says, leaning far too close in.

"Newsflash," Riki says, "I know you're actually in love with Ladybug. You won't fool me." Or hurt me, Riki thinks, but he doesn't say it. "We're supposed to be protecting Paris."

He finishes with a glare. Chat Noir stares at him for a second before stepping back, holding his hands up. "I'm sorry," he says, and oddly, he sounds like he might be genuine. "You're right, I've been distracting us. We'll might end up lost. "

"Good-"

"Not as lost as I am in your eyes," Chat Noir says.

If Ladybug had been here, Riki would've wrapped her yoyo string around his neck and strangled him. How did Ladybug deal with his guy before Riki had joined in?

He pretends his heart hadn't beat a little faster at the words. After all, the one Chat Noir was truly in love with was Ladybug, not him.

And he would never be in love with him.

He leaps off the roof.

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Ever since all the trees of the world had been removed, Yuma had been yearning to view the face of the man who had created such a wonderful company. Indeed, he was a massive fan of the fabrics and fashion created by O'Hare Air, going as far to send in an application to model for their newest thneed collection.

He hadn't expected good news but when he receives an email back that he has been selected to model.

His world was turned upside down. He would be able to model a thneed! More than that, he'd be able to model for the man behind the thneed.

Yuma's heart pounded as he packed his things. It was foolish to feel anything for a man he had never seen. But something about the passion in each thread of fabric, along with the social media rumors of him being a handsome single alpha in hopes of finding an omega suitor, made the prospect of meeting the Onceler something Yuma couldn't even think of turning down.

All his life, he had worried he wouldn't be able to find a mate. His parents shunned him, and his peers ignored him. But all of that would change today.

With a deep breath, Yuma closed his suitcase, spritzed on cologne, and stepped out the door.

Once he arrived at Thneed HQ, he was treated like a god. It was like the entire staff had prepared for his arrival. Yuma was waited on hand and foot, all the way up until he arrived into the Onceler's office.

The polished wooden door swung open the moment he knocked. A tall, imposing figure stood in the doorway, and Yuma bobbed his head in an immediate bow.

"Yuma. I've waited for you." A deep voice murmured. Yuma felt his palms start to sweat, his pheromones surely permeating the air. The Onceler's alpha presence affected his tiny omega body in ways he could've never imagined.

"I'm ready to try on any sneeds you've made, sir." Yuma said, eyes darting to the ground. The Onceler lifted his chin.

"Of course. My underwear line needs a model, darling."

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"Sorry Spike, it's too dangerous for you to go out." Twilight said as she pulled on her cloak. "I have to go alone."

"B-But Twilight!" Spike tried to protest, but the alicorn simply shook her head.

"I'll be back before you know it." She said, and disappeared out the castle doors.

An hour later, she was slipping through the Equestrian woods. Her hooves were starting to get tired, and she still had not found what she was looking for for the antidote. Twilight was worried. Would she have to turn up empty- handed at the palace, again?

Then suddenly, she heard the CRACK of a twig snapping. She whipped her mane to the side, terrified. An infected, perhaps?

"W-Who's there?"

"Kiki?" A deep raspy voice said.

Twilight span on her hoove, her horn sparkling to light over the dark forest. Her terror fled away as a terrifying... creature came out of the shadows, his skin dark and glowing in the moonlight.

"Who are you?!" She demanded, refusing to step back, because she was a strong princess. "Where do you come from?"

"I am Drake," the creature says. "And this was God's plan."

"You've heard from Celestia?" Twilight says, some of her fear fleeing her. The last she'd heard, the princess had been fighting against the infected. "Have you heard from her? Are you her messenger?"

She was desperate, she needed to know. To her vague horror, the creature began humming. "Kiki do you love me-"

"Maybe, partly?" Twilight tried. "I don't really know you."

The creature continued muttering to himself, rocking back and forth on its feet. He was bipedal, Twilight noticed, similar to the people she'd met in Canterlot High before the mirror was shattered and the castle ransacked.

"Are you a human?" she asked uncertainly. "Maybe we can get help? My friend Applejack has a farm not too far-"

A horrendous shriek escaped the creature's body, cutting her off. A cold chill ran down Twilight's spine as the rocking became faster, the muttering louder. "Kendrick... Didn't even... Don't like kids."

The chill turned into a sinking weight in Twilight's stomach as she thought of Spike, waiting for her innocently back at home. "Er, sorry. I need to go. I just thought of something I forgot."

The creature didn't move, but Twilight heard him continuously muttering all the way to the line of trees. She skirted around corpses on her way back. This certainly wasn't God's plan, whatever it was.

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Zuko woke up in a cold sweat, panting. Neon lights glow around him, and as he looks around, he realizes he's in the pizzaplex.

Fuck.

The last thing he remembered was jumping up and down with the crowd to the Fazgang Band's single, "Talking In Your Sleep." Then suddenly, someone had slammed into him extra hard. He must've blacked out.

Zuko had heard rumors about this place. Kids went missing, and apparently the animatronics got a bit quirky at night.

Groaning, he stood up. making his way towards the door-- only for it to be locked. Holy shit. He was so screwed.

"Is someone in there?" a soft, robotic voice said.

The last time Zuko had felt fear like this, it had been at the Agni Kai, when his father had burned his eye. Suddenly, that sounds like a walk in the park. Zuko had watched the Markiplier playthroughs. He knew what happened when the animatronics got quirky at night.

"No one's here," he whispers. He jiggles the doorknob a bit harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was over. He'd never regain his honor back at this rate, instead of becoming worthy of his father, he was going to be STUFFED INSIDE OF A MACHINE AND DANCING FOR CHILDREN FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.

Azula would've got a kick out of this.

A yellowish beam of light slants over him and Zuko freezes. "He's right behind me, isn't he," he says to no one in particular.

Slowly, he turns around.

"Har, har, har," says Freddy Fazbear. At that moment, Zuko loses what little hair he has left.

Act like Azula, he thinks. "You won't kill me, fiend," he says, trying to think about the Markiplier watchthrough's he'd watched at the palace. How had he chased away the animatronics again? It had been something with voice recordings.

Unfortunately, Zuko doesn't have access to voice recorders, or walkie talkies, or anything else that might help him divert the massive animatronic. All that comes to him in the moment is a simple tune--five notes, plastered all over the internet and embedded in his mind. Zuko squeezes his eyes shut, prays to Aang and Iroh and Josh Hutcherson that this will work--

--and whistles the opening to "Whistle" by Flo Rida.

He's not a very good whistler, and one of the notes comes out sharp. But Freddy Fazbear stops anyways, cocking his monstrous head to the side. It's almost as if he... recognizes the tune.

But that can't be, Zuko thinks. That stupid movie wasn't real--it wasn't even canon! And yet, slowly, Freddy eases back from his menacing pose over Zuko, glowing eyes returning to normal.

"I love Josh Hutcherson," comes his mechanical voice, to the tune of a familiar The Living Tombstone song. (Can he talk without singing bad references?) "The Five Nights At Freddy's Movie was his best work."

Zuko feels a flame of anger in him then. His palms start glowing with the rage his father gave them, illuminating the cool rusting metal of Freddy's body. "You're wrong," he says softly. And for once, he feels confident in himself. "He will never top Peeta Mellark."

He thrusts his hands out and incinerates Freddy Fazbear- for good.

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Nancy Drew had solved her weight's worth in mysteries. Everything from mysterious stalkers to footprints in the Capitol Building. But as she observed the case file on her desk, she wasn't sure if she was up to the task this time.

"Park Sunghoon," the investigator said gruffly. "Heard of him?"

Nancy inspected the face in the photograph neatly clipped to the profile: chiseled and ethereal, with pale skin and full pink lips. "He's a K-Pop idol, right?"

"Right. So getting info on him will be difficult. I wouldn't blame you if you aren't up to the task."

"I'm always up to the task," Nancy said. "What's the scoop?"

"I'm collaborating with Dispatch, local news outlet on idols. They've offered to pay me an inordinate amount of money to catch this guy in a dating scandal." He sniffs. "Problem is? Alternate sources, equally credible, are giving us a different story."

"And that is?"

"They think he's gay." The investigator's eyes pinned her down knowingly. "It's your job to find the truth."

"I don't pride myself on exposing people's private lives for money."

"Unfortunately, now that your little agency is involved, both our hands are tied. You in?"

Two days later, Nancy's on a plane to South Korea. She sighs, staring out the window. Is she really doing the right thing? She shakes her head to get the thought away- no point dwelling on it now.

Once her plane lands, Nancy is all over the HYBE building. She doesn't waste a second. She gets intel from trainees and staff throughout the whole company, trying her best to be as discreet as possible.

When the building is closed for the day, Nancy is exhausted. She sweeps her strawberry blonde hair back into a short ponytail, whispering theories to herself as she exits the building.

Then suddenly, she runs straight into a wall- wait. Not a wall. A seriously, SERIOUSLY gorgeous man. He's stunningly handsome.

"Watch where you're going, beautiful," says the man. He has a chiseled jaw and angular cheekbones, and his skin is white and clear as porcelain.

There is a hand delicately planted on his hip.

Nancy narrows her eyes, and resists the urge to take a note. "Hello," she says. Immediately, she knows who this is: Park Sunghoon.

"I've never seen you here before," he says. He smiles, and shows a row of blindingly-white teeth. "Are you from Belift Lab or BigHit?"

"Belift Lab," she lies.

"Oh, you're my junior!" Sunghoon says. "You must be from Katseye."

This guy didn't even know his stuff. Katseye weren't under Belift, they were a collaboration between Hybe and Geffen Records.

Hm. He didn't pay attention enough to the girl groups under the company to know which subdivision they were from. Nancy has a theory.

"Could you tell me about BoyNextDoor?" she asks.

It's like she's flipped a switch. "BOYNEXTDOOR Members Profile: BOYNEXTDOOR is a South Korean boy group under KOZ Entertainment. There are 6 members in the boy group."

He says this all with a hand still on his hip. From the start, that had been enough.

Yeah. Def Gay.

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"Detention, Catra," a deep voice says. From where she's been pouring liquids into her cauldron and watching it turn different colors in interest, Catra looks up and meets the sunken eyes of the man she's grown to hate.

"Whatever," she growls. Ever since she'd broken the world and woken up in this universe where liking girls as a girl was not normal (wtf!!) and everyone had a very odd accent, she'd been sent to detention more often than not by Professor Severus Snape.

He was a stuck-up, arrogant asshole who unnerved her, mostly because his billowing cloak reminded her of Shadow Weaver. At least she wouldn't be stuck in detention because-

"Aaa!" Someone says and then a billow of smoke overtakes the room.

Snape's nostrils flare. "Detention, Potter."

-because Harry Potter would always be there with her.

"It's the two of us again," she says as she slides into her seat. Something about Harry Potter reminded her of Adora, maybe it was the "chosen one" aspect

"Indeed." The uptight voice rings out from behind her, making her fur stand on end. GOD, she hates this guy. "But you and Mr. Potter will be separated if anything suspicious arises. Just imagining the joint trouble the two of you could cause together... unnerves me."

With a swish of his absurdly overdramatic cloak, Snape walks in front of their desks, swishing his wand. Immediately, their cauldrons fill up with dark liquid.

Harry takes a big whiff, his nose immediately wrinkling. "Is that-"

"The Draught of Living death, yes," Snape sniffs. "I'm sure you recall the recipe, Potter, though Catra may have a more difficult time keeping up."

Okay, fuck this guy. "What, scared I'll outdo you, greaseball?" Catra asks, putting on a false bravado that earns her exactly the response she was looking for. Snape's nose flares.

"Your assignment," he emphasizes the word sharply, "is to finish this potion without consulting the textbook. Any errors will take ten points off both of your houses."
Catra rolls her eyes, shooting Harry a look. It's obvious this guy wasn't bullied enough in high school. Or maybe he was bullied too much? Whatever.

"Never got pussy in his life..." She muttered, and then LEAPED back as Snape's hands slammed on the table.

"MISS CATRA." He looked positively livid, angrier than she had ever seen. How the hell had he heard her? "We WILL be having a discussion about your behavior AFTER class!" He shouted, the vein in his forehead pulsing with utter contempt.

She was so fucked.

An hour later, the class cleared up. Catra stayed behind, heart hammering in her throat.

"Have a seat, Catra." But the voice she heard hardly sounded like Snape's.

He looked sad, and weary beyond his years.

"Professor...?"

"Catra. I've been avoiding telling you this but- I am your father. I am so sorry."

Her jaw dropped.

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It hadn't been long since Maki had first set foot into Narnia, but he was already starting to feel semi-adjusted. Being multilingual certainly helped, as inexplicably two satyrs knew German, while the talking lion spoke English. Weird all around, but Maki's got thick skin.

It's at the royal ball when he first sees him. All dressed up in green, with a freckle-smattered face and neatly combed black hair adorned with a silver crown. He has a beautiful woman on his arm, likely his betrothed, wearing a sweeping emerald gown. And yet, all Maki can do is look at him.

Not Harua, but with the bar as high as it is, he'll certainly do.

He's hardly got a his two feet on the ground here, much less a status. There's no way he can go up to royalty. But maybe, Prince Edmund would have advice on how to get him home before the next comeback. But an unfortunate feeling in Maki's chest reminds him that that may not be the only reason he wants to talk to him.

The day after, Maki convinces the owner of the inn to let him borrow a horse. He's overwhelmed, worried about his members, and a bit sad. Taking a ride on the gentle palomino, Willow, would hopefully help him clear his mind a bit.

The trees dance in Narnia. Maki's cantering through the forest, admiring their beautiful sway and lovely colors, when he hears a voice behind him.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Turning, Maki faces the handsome prince, jaw dropping.

"Prince Edmund!" He gasps, bowing his head. Edmund laughs, and Maki looks up at him. The prince is gorgeous, black hair windswept and freckles sunkissed.

"I usually take a ride to help calm me down. I sense you're doing the same?"

Seeing the wonderful prince now, he feels shy and looks to his hands. "Thank you."

"I hear you are a singer," Edmund says. He nudges his horse closer, so it rides side-by-side to Maki's. Maki pretends not to notice how the two horses nuzzle one another. If only-

No, he controls his heart, sealing his feelings. There was no possibility for something to exist between them. Furthermore, homoromance was frowned upon in Asia. It was most likely the same here."

"Could you perform for me one day?"

Maki feels his breath hitch. "I would be honored to," he says. And then, even though he knows he should resist, his traiterous heart takes over. "Allow me to give you a private performance now?"

It's been a while since he's been performing with his band members. Even though he was trapped in Narnia, he made sure to practice their upcoming comeback, Samidare, in the hotel inn.

The floorboards weren't strong enough for the choregraphy, however, and he would have to stop.

They dismount their horses. Maki rushes to take Edmund's reigns with "let me, Your Highness," and pretends not to feel the goosebumps when their hands brush and at the smile Edmund gives him.

"Thank you."

Edmund reclines against a tree and Maki takes a breath. It feels like he's back in &Audition, but this feels scarier than the panel of judges. Edmund's warm orbs are heavy and weighted on him.

He breaks into Scent of You choreo.

"Nice to meet you まだ見ぬ君へ
同じ匂いに同じ目付き
I feel your motion 解けぬ警戒
Wake up, it's getting closer"

He goes through the familiar motions, locking eyes with Edmund at "so gotta tell ya," and pushes those accursed three words down again.

When he's done, he's breathing heavy. Edmund's expression is unredable.

He stands up. "You..." he says, and his hand reaches out, brushing against Maki's cheek, his breath hitches.

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Jeon Jungkook was the apple of the Kpop world's eye, a worldwide singer, and performer, and also Mystery Incorporated's next suspect. It was believed that at his performance in the Super Bowl, he would release a weapon that would brainwash all the viewers, even those watching through a screen, and it was up to the team to crack him down and stop his reign of terror before it began.

Shaggy had been sent undercover simply because he was the most "ordinary" looking out of all of them, and also because apparently his personality would mesh with Jungkook's the best.

He'd gone into it with the expectation to lay low and gather information. He hadn't expected for Jeon Jungkook to take such a liking to him that he ended up being his personal assistant.

"Shaggy-hyung!" Jungkook says, smiling at him brightly. He refused to drop the honorific, and Shaggy had no choice but to let him.

It was all because he'd shown him Scooby and then Jungkook had excited said they should introduce him to Bam and the two dogs had gotten along so well, Jungkook had insisted Shaggy come to stay with him.

He'd also given him designer clothes to wear.

Shaggy has never worn anything like this in his life. A loose white dress shirt that feels both too big and too small hangs off him, atop slacks that are just a bit too tight. Silver jewelry adorns every inch of him it can cover. From where he's trapped in Jungkook's loving embrace, Scooby gives him an dubious once over that Shaggy shrugs at in response.

"Like, Jungkook, man," he starts awkwardly. "It's not like I don't appreciate this and all. You seem like a pretty groovy dude, but-"

Jungkook hums absentmindedly, snapping a selfie--"selca," Fred told him it's called--with Scooby, who puts on a handsome smile. Shaggy clears his throat, trying to continue.

"But I have some questions. About your Superbowl performance."

Jungkook's face lights up. "It's going to be exciting," he says. "ARMY have been waiting for this."

A chill runs down Shaggy's spine. He gulps. Army? What army? Has Jungkook already brainwashed his share of victims? Is this how he got them? By being charming and handsome and seemingly innocent before trapping them in designer clothes and making them wave his lightsticks around?

His hand fumbles for his phone to send an emergency call for backup to Fred.

"Like, don't mind me man. I gotta call Freddy real quick." Shaggy says hastily, then ducks into a room.

Fred picks up on the second ring. "Shaggy? How's it going? You've been undercover for MONTHS! I've had so much time to prepare the perfect trap and-"

"Like, he's got an army dude!" Shaggy whispers frantically cutting his leader off.

"What?" Fred's voice crackles over the line.

"An-" but Shaggy is promptly cut off, a shout sounding through the building.

"Shaggy-Hyung! Where did you go?" Jungkook calls, voice sounding incredibly sad.

"Like, gotta go man. Um, requesting backup." Shaggy quickly hangs up, then emerges from the room to greet JK- who's eyes have gone dark.

"Hey- um... Jungkook?" Shaggy starts, fumbling for the door he just exited from.

"Norville Rogers," Jungkook growls. He backs Shaggy up into the bedroom behind him. Jungkook is so sexy, taking control like this. Shaggy shivers.

He panics, trying to move, but Jungkook won't allow it.

“Who do you think you are, calling another man?”

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Fuck, Edward was hungry. STARVED. He had to go out and hunt for animal blood, as to not hurt his angel baby, Bella. Nearly salivating, he prowled the forest on the trail of fox scent.

He came to a clearing, birds and deer bathing in the direct sunlight. Edward's skin started to sparkle as he approached the source of the delicious smell. He pounced.

The fox squirmed in his hold, and Edward nearly dropped him in surprise when Edward realized he was wearing... clothes?

"GET OFF ME!" The fox yelped, in a voice that was strangely human. He glared at Edward, patting down his collared shirt.

"The hell do you think I am? Some kind of animal?" He snarled.

Edward growls. "Werewolf!" he says, baring his fangs. The fox frowns at him.

"Were-what? I'm a fox, genius" he says. "I'm Nick Wilde. Who—what are you?"

Edward doesn't answer the question; he only grits his teeth, inflamed. He knew the werewolves were behind this. Jacob and his pack had sworn to stay away from the vampires but here they were, prowling in their forests.

"Did Jacob put you up to this?" he says, already thinking about how he will make the werewolf regret. "He's still after Bella, isn't he?"

The fox—Nick—scoffs. "I don't know what you're talking about. Now, if you don't mind, could you give me the directions back to town? There's a bunny who's probably losing her mind over me."

'Bunny?' Edward thinks. Was that Jacob's new nickname for Bella? Even he didn't stoop as low as to give Bella such a demeaning nickname.

"If you want Bella," he growls, "you'll have to get through me first."

He lunges.

The fox is surprisingly lightfoot, rolling away. "What the—who's the animal now, huh?!"

He's surprisingly light on his feet--and this is coming from a vampire who's confronted many werewolves and other vampires. Edward figures he's not from Jacob's pack, now that his head is clearer--none of those bastards wear any clothes, and this guy has a clip-on tie and slacks to boot. But that doesn't mean he can trust him, either.

"You're on claimed territory, wolf."

"For the last time, I'm a FOX--"

"Who is your pack leader? Why did they send you here?" Edward snarls.

"Oh, you mean the ZPD?" Finally, some recognition dawns on the fox's face. He quickly lunges out of the way of Edward's fangs. "We're investigating this area for suspicious activity. Lots of dead animals turning up around here. Giving everyone quite a scare."

Edward skids to a halt, brows shooting up as the fox fumbles for something in his pocket, pulling out a. . . police badge.

He's really getting sick of cops snooping in on his business.

Immediately, he drops the act, knowing he's been caught in a bad spot. Whatever this thing is, he can't report back to his superiors about a vampire attacking him in the woods. That would mean they'd have to move. Again. Bella would have an aneurysm.

"Would you leave if I asked you to?" he says, calming his voice. "No questions asked."

The fox stares at him dully. "Uh, no. I have a warrant, actually, and--"

"I'm protecting someone precious to me," Edward continues desperately. "I'm sure you feel the same way about this bunny."

The fox stares at him. NOOO IDK WHAT TO QRIEGRTHRE