Random Short Stories

Her Rare Lover (not) [🐟]

(This is heavily based off of Emberlynn from the latest Helluva Boss mini-episode Weeaboo-boo. Aside from the idea behind this crack-shot, the Valley Cats characters are mine and the Mary sue ocs are just random characters I'll probably never glance at a second time.)
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{Mary Sue Type: Lemon Sue}
Floralmagic, a vision of iridescent chaos, sprawled on her plush, luxurious velvet-covered bed, surrounded by a menagerie of cryptid memorabilia. Today had been such a hard day leading PerfectClan; it was only right for her to dive into her fantasies now.

Her slick rainbow pelt, patterned with the intricate markings of a lynx, shimmered in the dim glow of a blacklight, casting a vast kaleidoscope of colours around her. She was as vibrant as her personality—an extravagant tapestry of goth aesthetics wrapped in otaku charm.

Her den was a tribute to all things strange and magnificent, cluttered with colourful monster memorabilia like keychains, pins and even plushies that lined the walls and ground like a ghoulish gallery.

Her blue eyes, shadowed with kohl, flickered with manic excitement as she scrolled through her latest obsession – a documentary on the elusive, mythical creature known as the Water Wraith.

Floralmagic's faith in the supernatural was unmatched; she believed in cryptids, in monsters lurking in the shadows, and in the idea that she was destined for greater things. Little did she know, her life was about to take a sharp turn that would challenge even her lofty fantasies.

A sudden thump from outside shattered the silence. Floralmagic, her heart pounding with anticipation, grabbed her katana, a ceremonial blade she proudly displayed beside her bed, and charged down the stairs, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Darling, is that you?" she purred, her voice dripping with faux-innocence, as she surveyed the scene.

A calico tom, his green eyes burning with icy calm, stood amidst the shattered remnants of her prized Kitsune statue. His sleek fur was streaked with water, and his tail lashed like a whip as he straightened up.

His wings were arched gracefully above his head, dripping with an unnatural liquid that shimmered with the faintest hint of blue. Such a glorious sight was more than enough to make Floralmagic swoon.

"Oh, Water Wraith," she breathed, her voice husky with awe. "Is that truly you? You've finally come for me."

A snort escaped the rare calico tom's throat. "You're wrong, weirdo. I'm here for your life. I was sent by my leaders to get rid of you and your kind from this universe."

Floralmagic tilted her head, a playful grin spreading across her face. "But darling, I've always dreamed of meeting a creature of such power, such beauty. Don't you want to take me to the glorious realm of the Northern Kingdoms, to dance with the spirits of the deep?"

Lake Shadow barely had time to reply before she continued in a theatrical release that made him roll his eyes till he was certain they would've rolled off to another dimension.

"Finally, our destinies have intertwined!" Floralmagic proclaimed dramatically, swooning as she clasped her paws to her chest. "I knew it! The divine have sent you! Our romance was written in the stars!"

Lake Shadow raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking with irritation. "You've got the wrong idea, you weird eyesore. I'm not here for a date. I'm here to—"

"To what? To claim my heart?" she interrupted, fluttering her eyelashes. "Or perhaps seal our eternal bond with the sweet caress of death?" Her voice trilled with both flirtation and fervor, oblivious to his discomfort.

"Or," he retorted dryly, rolling his eyes, "to kill you. That's literally my job, and there's no romance involved."

Floralmagic's response was a hearty laugh, disgustingly sweet and melodic, devoid of any fear. "An assassin is just a lover in disguise! Surely you must feel the tug of fate drawing you to me. Don't resist it! The cryptids demand more than just blood—they seek love!"

With that, she sauntered closer, misreading every shift in his posture and his testy eye twitch as intrigue.

"Look, I just want to finish my job and get the hell out of here," he sighed, feeling the encroaching pressure of her poetry-infused allure. But Floralmagic was relentless, feeding off the very tension that made Lake Shadow's skin crawl.

"I am but a mortal, yearning to feel the intensity of your wrath!" she cried dramatically. "You must see it—our souls shall unite beyond the grave! For even death cannot sever true love!"

Fed up, Lake Shadow sighed deeply, conjuring up a bead of water in the air. "I don't think you understand how this works. I'm not here to take you away to an afterlife of snuggles and fairy tales."

"Then allow me," she pleaded, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Let me embrace my end, for to embrace my death is to embrace you!" Her blue eyes shimmered with a bizarre mix of melancholy and delight, making it all too easy for her to dismiss his discomfort.

And so, with a reluctant resignation, Lake Shadow took the plunge. He sank his claws, sharp as glacial ice, into the base of her neck, executing the deed quickly, efficiently even.

But as she fell, the last words escaped her lips in an erotic ecstasy that stung his ears. "Take my mortal soul, beloved assassin! We shall dance through the fiery realms of hell together!"

Her body collapsed, and for a long moment, Lake Shadow just stood there, utterly aghast. Of all the cats he'd killed before, this had to be the weirdest and most disgusting.

"What the hell was that?" he muttered, wiping his claws clean on her plush pink rug. The heated, erotic fantasy she'd spun around him was twisted in a way probably delicious to any delusional being, yet he felt no joy in this macabre play. Or admiration.

Just distaste.

After he quietly escaped PerfectClan, Lake Shadow found Amber Fang, his lover, curled by the makeshift fireplace where Quadruple Trouble sheltered, his cream-and-white fur shimmering in the dancing flames.

Relief washed over him as he sank into the warmth of the Pyro's loving embrace. He hated to admit it, but he was glad the mission was over for now, especially after the morbid encounter with the she-cat.

He was glad he was able get back to the real world, to the real loves and the real emotions.

But the real world, it seemed, had other plans. A sudden, insistent rapping on wood broke the serenity. Amber Fang, his green eyes flashing with amusement at the interruption, glanced up to reveal Floralmagic, her spectral form shimmering with an unholy glow.

"Lake Shadow, my darling," she purred, her voice sickeningly sweet and unnerving. "We are together now, forever. What do you say, my love? Are you ready to dance in the shadows, in the heart of the Underworld?"

Lake Shadow, his expression unreadable, simply rolled his eyes, a wry smile playing on his lips. The she-cat, he knew, was stuck in her world of fantasies, oblivious to the harsh reality of his own.

He turned to Amber Fang, his love, his anchor, and whispered, "Don't worry, my bright sunbeam. She won't be bothering us for too long."

Amber Fang, ever the pragmatist, simply laughed, and pulled him closer with his flame-scarred paws. "Let her dream, my brave Water Wraith. It's not like she can really hurt us now."

As the night deepened, Floralmagic, in her spectral form, continued to watch them, a picture of unrequited affection, her ghostly cries of love lost in the night, unheard, unseen, unfelt.

She was a ghost of a wish, a phantom of a dream, forever trapped in the shadows of her own unrealistic fantasy. The only thing real for her was the hollow echo of her heart, echoing the loss of a love that never was.

Her infatuation danced like hieroglyphs on the walls of her mind, oblivious to the heart of the tom who had only ever seen her as a target. She would forever flit like a ghost in the shadows, pining for the one she was never meant to be with