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jjagainst · 1 year ago

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Photography | Jed Olsen / Danny Johnson x Female reader

TW: Danny is a TW himself but blood, weapons, murder, stalking, language, mentions of sexual activities. WORD COUNT: 3690

You got his attention a few months ago, when the local newspaper hired you, a pretty new face around the workplace got Jed interested in you. Working together made you two grow closer and become friends eventually. The ambiance of the workplace was good, and even though he was nice to you, something felt off about him, but you couldn't really figure out what it was.

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. Last night you got home late and fell asleep on the couch without even changing your clothes. You checked the hour before answering, who would call you this late? "Hello?" You said with a sleepy voice. "Hey, (Y/N), I know it's late but we have work to do" "Jed? Man, what the hell do you mean we have work? It's three in the morning" "There's been another killing" That caught you by surprise. "What? Another one? This is getting worrying" You took a deep breath before standing up. "Where are you? I'm on my way" You grabbed your notebook, a pen, and your car keys and left. You were tired, but if you wanted to be the first newspaper to give the news you had to help your partner.

After what felt like an eternity you arrived at the place. There were a lot of blue and red lights glowing from the police cars, and there were more officers than you expected. You parked and approached the scene, sealed with yellow plastic tape. "Excuse me miss, but this is a crime scene, I'm afraid you'll have to leave" An officer stopped you before you could see anything. "Oh, I'm from the press, here's my- fuck, I forgot the ID at home" "I'm sorry ma'am but I can't let you speak to anyone or even be at the place if you don't show me the ID" You had taken a long drive there and you weren't leaving just because you forgot the identification at home. "Officer look-" "(Y/N)!" Both your eyes and the officer's landed on Jed, coming from behind the tape and holding an ID card. "I'm sorry officer, my partner is so absentminded sometimes, here's her ID" He handed it to the officer, who carefully examined it. "Okay, you can look around" He returned the paper and left you with Jed. "Hey, thank you, but why do you have a copy of my id?" "That doesn't matter, c'mon let's see what we can find" "You seem too excited to see a death body" "Yeah, isn't it cool?" "No, Jed I swear, you genuinely scare me sometimes" He laughed a bit at your comment. "Anyway, do you bribe the chief or something? Cause I still don't get how you are the first person to know when someone is been killed and how are we allowed to see the scene" He shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, I guess I'm just lucky" "Okay" You were too tired to keep asking questions, you just wanted to take a few pics of the scene and go back home to get some more sleep before going to the office in the morning.

Jed and you walked into a house, you were expecting it to have broken windows or a forced door, but everything was fine. Police officers were seen everywhere, trying to figure out what happened, and a trail of blood led you upstairs. "Gross" You said. Jed looked at you with a funny expression and grabbed your hand before leading you two upstairs. He opened one of the doors, just to be met with a fresh corpse. "Oh my god" You gagged as Jed placed his hand on your shoulder. "You never get used to this, do you? You okay?" You nodded "Yes, I just need a second" You took a deep breath and held the urge to throw up. You looked at your partner and then followed him inside the room. You first took a look at the place, it was a mess, and there were a few blood stains on the walls. Then, your gaze fixed on the dead body. It was a middle-aged man with several stab wounds all over his body. He was lying on a blood puddle and next to it, you could find a Polaroid picture. You approached the photo and without touching it you took a closer look. "Great, Jed come and see this, it's another Ghostface killing" "Not surprised" "Me neither, but it's the third one this month, I think this is more concerning than we thought" The picture was a selfie of Ghostface stabbing the man. It was common to find this kind of Polaroid pictures in his crime scenes. You took out your phone and took a few pictures of the Polaroid and the body, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. "(Y/N), let's see if any officer can give us something" You nodded and both of you started wandering around and trying to get some information from the officers, but only getting the same answer over and over again "We only now it's a victim of The Ghostface". You finally gave up and decided to wait for the next morning's official statement.

"Jed let's go, they're not gonna give us anything" He sighed, defeated "Fine" "Want me to take you home?" "That would be nice, thanks" "No problem" You tiredly smiled at him. The ride home was mostly quiet, both of you were tired and couldn't wait to get to bed. The morning after a killing was usually busy, with a lot of people doing research and hearing official statements from the police to write a good article.

The first one was a Polaroid picture of yourself he took on your first day at work. You were smiling, and holding a newspaper where you could clearly see a picture of The Ghostface. You were looking away, not noticing someone was taking a picture of you. On the back of the Polaroid, with a red marker he wrote "You cought my interest"

He took three photographs of you.

You rushed to your office as you were late to work. With huge eyebags and a tired smile, you got to your workplace. "Morning, Jed" "God, you look awful, did you sleep at all?" "Yes, but we have to stop doing this thing of sleeping two hours, going on an adventure, and then sleeping another two hours, it's not healthy" He laughed at your comment as you sat at your desk in front of him. "Did the police said anything yet?" You asked, curious. "No, not yet, but I don't think it will take them much longer" "Okay" You rubbed your eyes. "Oh, by the way, look at this" You showed him the picture. "I found this on the floor this morning, someone must have slid it under the doorframe" "Wow, looks like you have an admirer" Your eyes opened wide. "Jed this is so creepy, we have a serial killer killing people and leaving Polaroid pics and now I receive one? Maybe it's not related, maybe it is, but in any case, if there's someone here having a crush on me they can just tell me, it's not like I'm going to be rude or kill them or anything" "Yeah I guess you're right, you look cute on the pic tho" You smiled a bit. "Yeah, I guess"

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The next few months were pretty calm, there haven't been any more killings and people felt a bit safer again, although you felt something was wrong, why would someone who killed regularly suddenly stop if they weren't even close to being caught?

Half an hour later, you got home. You left your things on the bed and went straight to the shower, cleaning yourself with warm water felt like heaven. You got tucked in a towel and went back to your room. It was dark outside already and a cool breeze came into the room through the window. You put on clean underwear and your favorite pajamas, and went downstairs to have dinner while watching a movie, just as you told Jed you were going to do. You don't know how many movies you watched until you fell asleep on the couch. It was almost 4am when the sound of someone knocking on your door woke you up. "What the hell" You rubbed your eyes and slowly approached the door. You opened it to find no one was there. "Hello?" You took a few steps outside and looked around, but it was empty, just you. "Very funny" you murmured to yourself. You took one last quick glance to make sure no one was there just to find a picture on the floor next to the door frame. "Oh no, not again" You rolled your eyes as you bent over next to it. You were about to pick it up when you noticed it was stained. "What the fuck, this guy's a pervert, this is so gross" You sighted as you went back in to grab a piece of paper and pick up the picture. "I don't care if it ruins the photo but I'm not touching this" You took it to the bathroom and put it under the faucet, letting the water clean it. After a couple minutes you felt it was already okay to see it.

"Morning" Jed entered the office, placing one cup of coffee on your desk and another on his. "Morning, thanks" You grabbed the coffee and took a sip. It was still pretty hot and you burned your mouth a bit. "You're early today" He smiled at you. "Yeah, I woke up early today" You shrugged your shoulders. "What are you working on?" "That article about the local fair, I have to hand it in later. Pretty boring" You rolled your eyes. "What do you have for today?" You asked. Jed was the best one writing articles and reports about murderers, and you helped him with it, but now that everything was calmer both of you divided the work and wrote about a bit of anything that was slightly interesting. "Nothing, I finished yesterday the article I was working on and handed it in before coming here, I thought maybe I could help you?" "That would be nice, 'cause all I've written so far is useless, it's genuinely so bad" You laughed a bit. Jed moved his chair to your side of the desk and sat next to you. "Okay, let's see" You liked working with Jed, he taught you a lot of things and was always nice to you. You got used to being with him and just his presence made you happy; without noticing, you had developed a church on you friend. After a few hours of writing, erasing, and rewriting, you finally managed to finish the article. "I think it looks good, thanks Jed" you smiled at him. "No problem" He returned the smile. "I'm going to hand this, I'll be right back, and then we can go home early" You returned to the office a few minutes later to pick up your things. "I love going home early" "Me too, I have more time to do nothing, what are your plans for the rest of the day" You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, get home, take a shower, eat some cheap pizza and fall asleep on the couch watching a movie. What about you?" You were genuinely interested, although you spent a lot of time with him, you barely knew anything about his private life. "I'll probably go for a night walk later, when everything is quiet. It's peaceful" "I like night walks too but I don't take them often, I like walking through the forest behind my backyard but I don't think it's the safest thing to do alone at night" Jed laughed. "Definitely not" You finished getting your thing ready to leave and said good bye to Jed as you walked towards the door. "See you tomorrow, Jed" You smiled at him. "Bye, (Y/N)" He returned the smile.

The second one, another Polaroid picture, covered in a sticky white liquid, showed your half-naked body. You were at the window frame of your room changing your clothes, only wearing panties and putting on a shirt, it had been taken before, when you came out of the shower. In the back you could read "You are pretty" and a lot of red hearts around the text.

You spent the rest of the night awake. You closed all the windows, drew the curtains, and sat on the couch waiting for a response to your text or at least to be the time to take off to work. A few minutes later, you received a phone call. "Hi, (Y/N) are you okay" Jed seemed worried about you. "Hi, I thought you were sleeping, I'm fine, I just got nervous and didn't know what to do. I only received the picture, there was no one around" "It's okay, I woke up a couple hours back and couldn't fall asleep again. You sound upset, do you want me to go stay with you?" "N-no, don't worry, I'm fine, it's late and I don't want to make you take the trip all the way here" "Hey it's fine, it's not like I'm sleeping again. I'm on my way" And just like that, he hung up the phone. About twenty minutes later, he was at your place. "Hey, (Y/N), you sure you're okay?" You nodded. "I was just feeling a bit shaken up, I mean, it's a creepy situation" You two sat on the couch and patiently waited for it to be the time to go to work. You felt bad that Jed made it all the way to your home because you were nervous, but at the same time you were grateful, he was reassuring and made you feel much better.

"You've got to be kidding" A feeling of nervousness and disgust took over your body. Just a few hours before, someone had taken a picture of you on your own house and purposely gave it to you, as if to tell you that you were being observed. You didn't know what to do, you felt unsafe and you weren't sure if calling the police was rash, so you decided to wait and text Jed. You sent him a picture of the polaroid from both sides and a message telling him what happened. "Hi Jed, I know it's late but I wasn't sure of what to do. Someone woke me up and left a picture on my door. I couldn't see him but the guy jerked off on the photo and left it here. I don't know if I'm getting stalked or sexually harassed or what but this is getting worrying and disgusting. I took it as a joke when I received that one picture a few months ago but this? The photo is from tonight, when I got home earlier. I don't know what to do"

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As time passed, Jed and you grew closer and closer, until it was obvious you liked each other. None of you wanted to take a first step, dating a work partner was not something that usually went well, and for now, you were fine with just being friends. From time to time, you meet to go out for a walk, to drink a coffee or just to spend some time together; silly dates none of you were brave enough to call them as so.

You were about to leave the office when Jed stopped you. "Hey, there's a new restaurant nearby, I thought maybe we should give it a try? What about having dinner tonight?" You nodded. "That sounds nice, see you later then" You went home and changed clothes, choosing something between casual and elegant, not wanting to look very formal but also not wanting to look very casual; and did a light makeup. You were going to have dinner with a friend, but he wasn't just a friend, you liked him a lot and you wanted to look nice. It didn't took you long to get to the restaurant, arriving at the same time as Jed. "You look beautiful, (Y/N)" You blushed at his words. "Thanks"

The dinner was nice and you had a good time together, talking about everything and anything. There was a connection between you two. After leaving the restaurant, you went for a walk in the dark of the night. The temperature was cool and there was a soft breeze, but it was a nice feeling. Without noticing, you eventually got to Jed's place. "I had fun tonight, we should do this more often" You smiled at him. "I totally agree" He returned the smile. "Oh by the way, there's a Halloween party tomorrow night at the office, if you want to come with me" Your face lit up "Of course, I didn't have planned anything for tomorrow night, so yes, count with me, it can be fun" "Great" You looked at him for a second, his smile, his black eyes, his dark hair, he was so beautiful. A small smile appeared on your face and your cheeks went slightly red as he maintained visual contact. Jed raised his hand and slowly caressed your face for a moment before pulling you in for a kiss. His soft lips pressed against yours felt like heaven. He hugged you by the waist as you carefully placed your hands on his shoulders. You only pulled apart when you ran out of air. "D-do you want to come inside?" Your heart skipped a bit. "Yes" You said softly.

You spent the night together. A night full of passion, kisses and hugs; a night full of love. A night you wished would last forever. In the morning, you woke up laying on his chest, his arms around you holding you tenderly. You moved slightly, just enough to see his face. He was awake too, as soon as his eyes met yours, his sleepy expression turned into a smile, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. You buried your face in his chest for a few seconds before moving to his side. "Good morning" His voice was hoarse. "Morning" You still were sleepy. He stroke your hair for a few seconds before getting out of bed. "Want some breakfast?" You nodded and got out of bed too. Both of you got dressed and went to the kitchen to eat something. Right now, you were the happiest person on earth. Life felt like a dream, everything was perfect. "I'm going home, I want to shower and change clothes before tonight's party" "Okay. I'll pick you up if you're fine with it" "Yes, of course, that would be lovely" "Nice, see you at six then?" "Perfect" He smiled and gave you a kiss before you left.

You took a warm shower and dressed up. Although you were not a fan of costumes, it was Halloween, even something simple would work, so you chose to be a witch. A nice black dress and a hat made it. At exactly 6 pm, your doorbell rang. "Coming!" You looked at yourself in the mirror for a second before heading to the door. You felt pretty. You looked pretty. You opened the door to find a Ghostface costume before yourself. "Oh God Jed, that's creepy" The man just stared at you. "Come in for a moment, I'll grab my bag and we're good to go" You closed the door and turned around to go to your room and get your things. "You okay? You seem quiet" He nodded. Something was wrong. He was usually a talkative man, but now he was just silent and he wouldn't stop looking at you for a second. He suddenly handed you a picture. You looked at him confused, and then stared at the picture.

The third photograph wasn't a Polaroid, but a picture he took with a digital camera and then printed. In the picture, you and Jed were seen together, having sex. In the back, the words "I want to hear you scream again" were written with blood.

"What the fuck, Jed" "It's Danny, actually" "What?" You were confused and terrified. You froze in place and a sudden feeling of anxiety started to take over you. He pointed a knife at your throat. "So, this is the thing. Name's Danny, and you're the first person to know I'm The Ghostface. I assume you understand I have to kill you, I can't let you live now that you know it, but if it makes you feel any better I have to admit that you're special. I had fun with you and you were an interesting person, but all good things must come to an end, don't you think?" He laughed. "Y-you've been lying to me all this time" A tear ran down your cheek. "Well, yes" A quick move of his hand got his knife in your throat, causing a deep wound. It hurt. A lot of blood started to come out of the wound as you desperately tried to cover it with your hands in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. You looked at the now named Danny with an expression of horror in your eyes. He just chuckled and stabbed you multiple times before you ran out of strength. You lied on the floor, full of painful wounds around your body, next to the man you loved. He betrayed you, and that hurt much more than any stab wound he could cause you. Now, you were going to be another name on the list, another victim of a serial killer that was far to be caught.

He took one last photograph of you.

He captured your almost lifeless body on the floor, covered in blood. Multiple stab wounds around your stomach, back and neck. Blood covering the kitchen floor and pouring out of your mouth and wounds, the last breath of life coming out as tears flowing down your eyes. You looked at him one last time, seeing that Polaroid camera taking one last picture of you.

Author note: GUYS AAAh I'm sorry I took a nap a few days back while going back home from vacation and dreamed of this idea, I just built it up and I thought it might be a good idea to write it down. Also yes, I feel Danny is a completely degenerate person and this kind of liar/manipulative behavior suits him. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it ^^

"I'm sorry honey, it's a waste having to kill you, you're so pretty and it was fun all the time we spent together, but I had to do it, I have to keep telling stories about killings. I hope you're not mad at me, you're gonna look amazing in tomorrow's newspaper front page"

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#danny johnson #fanfic #ghostface #jed olsen #slasher #slashers #dead by daylight #dbd

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compassionatereminders · 2 years ago

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Hey Kat! If you're interested in some gossip (no pressure to advise or comfort or anything, think of it as a spicy little chat over tea), I have had the weirdest time of my goddamn life recently. To sum up a VERY convoluted and long story: within the last month or so my (23f) flatmate (32m) and I learned that we were both mutually attracted to each other, had crises about it, he ended his toxic and dead-in-the-water relationship, we became sort of... casual intimate FWBs? with the understanding that anything between us was temporary because we cannot see it continuing on after our tenancy ends. But I care about him deeply and one night came home juuust a little hammered and told him "you're my friend and I love you", which I PROMISE i meant platonically, and told him he didnt have to respond, because he's got some trauma about forming friendships with people. Then the NEXT night, I woke up in the middle of the night to hear him whispering something to me that I couldn't completely catch, but I caught "(??????) I love you" and I said "you love me?" and he said "I love you". And I said "love you too" because ???? I don't know??? It made sense at the time???

Anyway. This is a very cishet very neurotypical man who i dont think views open affection the same way I do, so it threw me a bit and i spent the weekend wondering what he meant by it and what I wanted him to mean. Then I confronted him about it the other night, and it turns out he didn't even remember saying it. Then he pointed out that I said it first and I clarified that I HAD meant it platonically when I said "you're my friend and I love you". However I did not tell him that I said it back when he said it to me because I'm a chicken I guess. and I wanted to have a clear answer on my own feelings first. But then he said he doesnt have any romantic feelings for me, just friendly ones.

And instead of feeling relieved about it I'm feeling RESIGNED. And DISAPPOINTED. so now I have to process THAT? because I think I might have feelings for him for real??? And I don't know that I've meant the "I love you"s COMPLETELY platonically since that first drunk one?? But also he's 9 YEARS OLDER THAN ME and this is going to be temporary no matter what and frankly I prefer it that way, it takes the pressure off, but both of us have been starved for intimacy and apparently (possible BPD?) I am BAD at keeping things casual holy shit. Now I have to figure out what to do next because he seems to have pulled away a bit ever since the i love you exchange, and I'm worried I put him off or something with all this but also holy shit I am a MESS of a person this isn't usually my life I swear. I just feel like I'm living through a badly written fanfiction rn. He's a carpet of red flags but also he's so important to me but also he needs a friend more than a partner right now but also I want to kiss him without having sex about it. Maybe I'm just intimacy starved. I feel so stupid. I think im going to have to ask for time to sort my feelings out because i literally was "trust me this is gonna be platonic its fine im not about to fall in love" YEET.

ANYWAY HOPE YOU'RE WELL you dont have to respond to this with anything in particular or at all, just needed a little vent without oversharing with my irls fhhshds. Sorry this is so long and such a trainwreck i am in hell

Damn what a mess... Honestly it sounds like the best thing you can do by now is get your ass entirely off the train track cause at this point the only other potential ending is likely to be a giant wreck

#chat with kat #age gap tw #alcohol tw

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weirdlyfitting · 2 years ago

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I actually wanted to put this in the tag at first but then like- yknow what i'll just write it here

LOVE AND THUNDER RUINED A LOT OF MCU'S WORLDBUILDING.

Like i swear i wanted to leave the movie alone out of everything but when i see people mentioned these stuff???? I can't i'm sorry i just CAN'T.

-The whole stuff with INFINITY CONES ice cream store???? Just why the fuck would there be a store that's based on an apocalypse for all species and humanity???? 5 years filled with grief and loss and everyone still needed to survive and seriously an ice cream store??? wandavision, shang chi, fatws, hawkeye, mom, gotg 3, list goes on and on they're dealing with the lost of what thanos had taken and then this existed JUST WHAT???

Plus with what happened in secret invasion just made it so much worse, in the middle of gravik's plan and many skrull's suffering, SERIOUSLY??????

-(i don't really mind this too much but i think it's worth mentioning) not having a heart to heart talk about jane with peter and thor, like peter would DEF understand what it felt like cause he, too, had ever lost a loved one due to cancer. I get that the guardians left early but ngl thor could've messaged peter about it or sum???? Like man :((((((

-GOD BUTCHER PLOT AND GORR HIMSELF. Look, i LOVE moon knight, i ADORE it very much, and the show explained the egyptian gods pretty well imo. I care for taweret, for khonshu, hell even ammit, i'm interested in these characters and what could happen next on their stories. Then a few months later love and thunder came in and it had A GOD BUTCHER AS THE VILLAIN. This sends me in a genuine chill dude like what will happen to the enneads??!?!? What will happen to moon bois?!?!?! It's like A WAR IS COMING, THE STAKE IS REAL HERE, PLUS IT'S CHRISTIAN BALE MAN!!! But then only to get disappointed with whatever the fuck they did with gorr :(

Does the enneads even matter anymore? Do they even know about this??? Like goddd you have decent worldbuilding establishments with previous thor movies, black panther and moon knight and then have a villain that could eradicate all of what those previous projects had established AND THEN HAVING THE WORST TAKE POSSIBLE ON THE VILLAIN????

And yet biggest let down is the fact that moon knight and love & thuder released in the same year. So it's like marvel set moon knight to expand the universe and love & thunder can embrace it so much more....which is a really cool fucking idea right????!?!? But oh well-

-and then this stuff with asgardians and skrulls?!?!??? Ngl if i didn't try to look out for some secret invasion stuff on tumblr i wouldn't even realized asgardians had their own town just fine!!!

But anyway like it really made the tone from secret invasion just.....kinda gone????!!! Like hell why the fuck no asgardians have a scene where they talked about this?!?!??? Why's there no establishment for what's going on with the skrulls??? It could make sense that the asgardians didn't even knew skrulls existed like DUH THAT'S WHAT THE FIRST EP OF SI WAS ALL ABOUT. But the thing is, having not a single character talked about a glimpse of the skrull is really sad to me, a bit of val knowing about this at least?? Like both asgardians and skrulls having ended up on earth is because they had no home, no safe place to stay anymore....

Why explore these places and cool stuff then just....abandon it after you establish it????

I bet the Skrulls really hate the fact that the Asgardians have their own town and government while they are hanging out at abandoned nuclear plants. Asgardians are just as dangerous, jut not "scary".

Gravik's villain origin story is probably watching Valkyrie's Old Spice ad.

#mcu #secret invasion #sighsssss #i'll just- *sighs #never thot i'd do an essay but- yeah #also tagging to #thor love and thunder

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caxycreations · 1 year ago

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Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den

Chapter Six: Guardian

CW: Descriptions and Acts of Violence, Swearing, Slurs

Ferusian Law, Second Sequence, Article Three: Worker's Rights

Employers are required to grant the employed no less than two consecutive days off per week, and may not schedule any employed individual for more than sixty (60) hours per week.

The employed are entitled to legal protections in the event of workplace violence which they are not at fault for.

The employed are entitled to financial compensation in the event of workplace injury which they are not at fault for.

The employed are entitled to financial aid in the event of loss of employment which they are not at fault for.

Failure for any employer to adhere to this law is punishable by a fine of up to $25,000, and the loss of license to practice business for no more than two years.

I watched Jonas storm in and could smell the anger coming off of him. Tearing into the employee section behind the counter, he let out a growl that made my fur stand on end, adrenaline already rushing through me. David was back there bringing orders to the cook. I had a bad feeling, and stood up, ready to make a move if I needed to. I was glad I did. A second later I heard shouting, with Jonas' voice clear even from the table.

"You come in and steal my shift, you fuckin' fag!? Huh!? Think you got the right just cause you're the golden bitch!? You don't get to take my hours, you sad sack of shit! Every damn time I get held up, it's you that winds up stealing the time, I'm sick of losing paychecks over your fairy ass! The hell do you think you're doin', don't walk away from me you motherfucker!" He shouted, the employee door opening as I walked towards it, eyes wide and wild, a deep, furious growl in my throat. The snake at the register ignored the shouting. Other patrons were looking now, I could feel their eyes on me, on the figure coming through the door, a charge of pure tension surging through the air.

David came out of the door first, crying, tears streaking down his cheeks and matting the fur, speeding past me, barely registering I was even there. Jonas hurried after him. He didn't make it much further than the door. I grabbed him by the shoulder, gripping tight and feeling the bones crack under my fingers. He let out a cry of pain, grabbing my arm and looking at me in fear, his anger melting away in the face of a man a full two and a half feet taller, and easily a foot more broad. He looked up at me in terror, whimpering.

I looked down at him, not baring my teeth in the slightest. He was no equal of mine. I wasn't about to do him the courtesy. I kept my voice low, measured. "You wanna run that by me again? What'd you say to Davey?" I asked. My grip on his shoulder tightened and I felt the bones break under the force, the ferret shrieking. The other patrons were whispering behind me, and I decided pretense was worthless. I knew I wasn't leaving without putting the fear of Gaius into Jonas, once and for all.

I planted my paws firmly on the floor, taking a split second to double check my grip was right, then pulled my arm back hard, still holding him. He moved easily, hardly a challenge to pull as I threw him behind me, listening to the sound of impact as he hit the floor a few feet away. I turned around and growled, planting a paw on his stomach. His left arm useless, the shoulder completely shattered, he could only use his right. Grabbing at my paw and trying in vain to lift it, he whined, crying out. I wasn't even putting pressure down. Just keeping it exactly where it was.

"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm s-sorry!!!" He cried out. I glanced to the snake at the counter, who was watching with interest. I growled at him in warning.

"You gonna ignore this too?" I asked. He simply closed his eyes, gave the barest hint of a nod, and returned to counting the money in the register. I snarled, looking back at Jonas. "You got one last chance, an' if you fuck it up, ain't no hospital, an' no God, that'll be able to put your scrawny ass back together." I snarled, pulling my paw off him and picking him up by the shirt, lifting him from the floor and getting in his face.

"Got that, you rat-faced piece'a shit?" I asked, my voice full of gravel and malice. He'd been giving David trouble since high school, and no matter how many times he'd been warned, he kept lashing out at him, kept hurting him. I was done seeing David leave work in tears over this guy. And with the night before, knowing he was already hurt before Jonas showed up, I was ready to spill blood. Jonas nodded, whimpering, his eyes shakily staring into mine. He was whining, struggling to form words. I glanced to the counter. The snake was closing the register. I could kill two birds with one stone. Get Jonas one last time and teach this guy to pay attention when shit hits the fan.

I tossed Jonas aside, watching him hit the counter, an "Oof!" escaping as he did, followed by crying. The snake leaned over, looking at Jonas on the floor, slowly getting up. As the ferret glanced to the man, he whimpered. "K-Kaleb..." He stammered, only for the snake to hold up a hand.

"You may collect your final paycheck when you are no longer in need of medical attention. Goodbye." The snake said. So that was Kaleb. The big boss man. I growled, realizing why he hadn't done anything yet. He was too concerned with his money, didn't care if his employees were in trouble or not as long as his ledgers were in the green.

I snarled, turning to look for David. He was huddled in a back corner, at a table with a sergal I hadn't noticed before. The sergal was rubbing his back, whispering quietly to him, David still crying. I glanced back at Jonas, who was making his way for the door now, clutching his shoulder. I huffed, looking at David again and making my way over. Other customers withdrew when I walked by, some even going so far as to leave. I knelt down by David, putting a hand on his back gently. He tensed for a second before looking at me and lurching forward, hugging me and burying his face against the fur of my neck.

I looked at the sergal, who simply smiled and waved at me. Introductions later, got it. I held David, closing my eyes and letting him get his tears out of his system. He hadn't finished yet when I heard someone approaching us, and opened my eyes to see Kaleb walking up to me. I gave David a pat on the back and started to stand, the caxy letting go of me and turning to hug the sergal instead, crying into his neck now. I stood up to my full height, staring down at the snake, who barely came up to my chest. I was still angry that he had done nothing, that his register meant more to him than David's wellbeing or Jonas' safety. I hated Jonas, but it still made me angry to see Kaleb care so little when it was his job to protect his employees.

Kaleb looked up at me, his eyes locking onto mine. I wish they hadn't. My anger melted away, gone in an instant, as a paralyzing force held me in place. Those eyes were devoid of all feeling, nothing behind them save the cold, calculating nature that radiated from him. I couldn't move, and even trying to speak left me stammering. All from the look in his eyes. He stared me down before taking a breath and speaking, his "S" sounds sharp, and doubled. "You've harmed an employee. That will be quite a bit of insurance to bother with, Mister..." He trailed off, blinking. I felt a rush of relief, and found my voice.

"Ryder. Ryder Trayson. An' don't call me 'Mister' anything." I said, trying to turn back to face David.

He stopped me, grabbing my shoulder and drawing my attention again. I whirled around, throwing my fist towards him and connecting with his nose. I pulled my punch, just trying to get the message across that I had no patience for him, or his money concerns. He'd stood idly by while David was being yelled at, and again while I was bashing Jonas. He deserved a wake-up call. His head bobbed back from the impact, and he stumbled backwards a little. He stood upright again, first straightening his suit, flattening it out again before wiping the blood off his lips with a handkerchief from his breast pocket. "Quite a lot of force, even holding back, Mister Trayson."

The sergal stood, standing beside me and looking at the snake. I didn't look away to see his expression, but I finally heard him, his accent thick and clearly Dornumite, all strong vowels and harsh consonants. "Please, Mister Kaleb, it is best if we do not speak right now, David is currently under much duress, and-" He said calmly, and I couldn't help but chuckle in my head at the way he pronounced David's name "Dah-Veed". Unfortunately, he was cut off by Kaleb lifting a hand to silence him, the snakes eyes never leaving me.

"I am aware, Mister Mikaelson. I was not speaking to you. Please, sit down, enjoy your meal, I am having a conversation with Mister Trayson." Kaleb spoke plainly, and Mikaelson, the sergal, stammered for a moment before sighing. I felt for him, but couldn't look away to offer any support. Not for lack of trying, I simply couldn't make myself. Every fiber of my being was registering this snake as a threat, dangerous, deadly.

"It's fine, I got nothin' to say to Kaleb, so the conversation's over." I declared, only for the snake to smile. It was off-putting, and as the sergal sat back down to console David again, I wished Kaleb would just leave.

"Mister Trayson, I wish to offer you a job. As I am now short-staffed, I will be moving one of my workers from Lakeview, one of my other establishments, to this establishment, temporarily, while I search for a suitable replacement for Jonas. I will need to fill their vacancy as well, and have someone in mind to do so, but it will leave a void in the Lakeview's security department. I would like you to fill it." He said, his smile fading the instant before he spoke. He reached into his inside pocket, and my entire body tensed. He withdrew some papers, stapled together at one corner, and offered them to me. I almost slapped them out of his hand, but he pulled it back just in time.

"Take your job and shove it up your damn cloaca." I growled. He simply held the papers back out to me, raising an eyebrow.

"I expect no decision at this time. But you would do well to read the form, and fill it out if you choose to accept the offer. I will allow David to leave now, with a full shift of pay, as a show of good faith." He offered. I glowered at him, thinking. I couldn't turn him down when he was offering David a day's pay for barely an hour of work. But I hated the idea of giving in to anything this man wanted. Maybe there was a middle ground I could strike.

"Give'im the pay right here, right now, in cash, an' I'll take a look at your form when I get'im home." I countered. He shrugged, offering the papers once again. I took them, and he reached into his pocket, pulling a small wallet from another inside pocket. He pulled two bills from the leather and offered them to me. I looked at them, both hundreds, and without hesitation took them and held them behind me, until either David or the sergal took it.

"Two hundred. His pay per shift is one hundred and twenty dollars, but I believe for the emotional stress this particular shift put on him, a small amount more has been earned." Kaleb said before turning away, satisfied.

I felt my entire body relax the instant his back was to me, I felt that air of danger pass. I turned around and knelt by David, putting a hand on his back. He'd calmed down a little, clutching the bills. He looked at me, his eyes still wet with tears and the fur of his cheeks matted flat from the streaks he'd cried earlier. "Can...We go home, R-Rye..?" He whimpered. I nodded, and together we stood. I looked at the sergal, and nodded at him, baring my teeth enough for him to see.

"Thanks for the help, man. Davey needed someone and I couldn't turn away from that bastard, Kaleb." I said.

The sergal nodded, his brow furrowing almost sadly. "I am sorry to have been needed, but I am glad to have been helpful. Spasibo, you handled Jonas well, although I wish you had done so less...violently. It is unbecoming a guardian to defend only through fists." He said, standing up and holding out his hand. I shook it, one arm around David. David pulled away to give the sergal another hug before returning to my side, holding onto my arm. I took a step before stopping short, looking at the sergal again.

"You heard my name, never got yours." I said, the sergal smiling almost boyishly.

"My name is Luka. I am a friend of David's." He replied. I nodded, and while the sergal sat back down, David and I headed out of the café. He clung to me, shaking like a kit who'd been in the cold too long. His claws were out, digging into my skin a little. I didn't care. He wasn't doing it on purpose. We got to my truck, and I noticed something was wrong. Scratches marred the driver's side of it, and I looked them over while David made his way to the passenger side.

Deep scratches in the truck formed letters, words. "Wait and see", carved into my truck. I growled, opening my door and climbing in. Wait and see, a threat, and one I couldn't wait to meet head-on. Let that rat make a move. I'd dealt with worse than him. Looking at David, wholly unaware of the words etched into the paint on my side, leaned against the window. He needed a pick-me-up. Something to cheer him up. I started the truck, thinking for a minute before smiling.

"Hey, you know that place on the corner of tenth and Logue?" I asked. He nodded, a curious look in his otherwise dulled eyes. I grinned at him before pulling out of the parking lot, mapping the route in my head. "Let's head over there, see if they got anythin' new to play." I offered. David's eyes opened a bit more, a little of the light coming back to them. He smiled a little, nodding.

"Yeah...That sounds nice..." He said quietly, starting to purr.

Author's Notes: I do not like Jonas.

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witching-by-the-willow · 2 years ago

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Hey bestie!!Hello fellow anon!Ily both sm rn cause for some unknown reason I’ve been extra obsessed with kotw and can’t stop thinking about it.Literally.I’m reading every single goodreads review cause it’s the closest thing to discussing it.

Anyways sooo…Pride’s definitely the problem lol. Was Vittoria the only one Pride supposedly cheated on her with?This is not only miscommunication lmao.Wasn’t he kissing Vittoria and you can’t tell me he had no feeling at all for her.That’s cheating. That being said I wanted to discuss some things I noticed like I got the feeling Lucia didn’t leave only because of the whole Vittoria thing.That seemed like the final push and isn’t she happy and well rn?Why tf would they send her to hell’s version of Italy and not the actual Italy tho…

Also, I could swear it was said that Pride’s wife and her sisters’s hearts were torn from their chests.That’s why we all thought of them being the twins.So why the inconsistency?I’m pretty sure Kerri just changed her mind or forgot mentioning that.

Alsooo…I could also swear Claudia lost her mind in the first book.How come she’s fine and well outta nowhere?Not that I’m unhappy about it.I love her.She’s a sweetheart.I love both her and Vittoria way more than Pride,but strangely I kinda like him too,not sure why.And the irony of them being besties while everyone was trying to keep them apart isn’t lost on me.

Vittoria’s definitely unhinged and aggressive but she’s so interesting imo.I loved reading about her in kotw and that didn’t change in kotf.Can’t wait to read more about her.She brings the flavor…

Ahh wouldn’t be all love more of our collective baby Sloth

Can I just say, I love how some of you are having conversations through my askbox as anons? Like, this is so wholesome and fun to see 😂❤️

Lmao I also read every Goodreads review and listened to all podcasts I could find about this book while waiting for KOTC and after that KOTF, so I relate hard with you. 💀💀

And okay, coming to this. Not a surprise to anyone, it once again is a man who is that problem. 💀💀

Pride definitely fucked up big time, and I do definitely think he and Vittoria do have some unresolved feelings for each other, which is what makes this triangle a hot mess, I suppose? Like, the only thing that could make this even more unhinged, is if Vittoria and Lucia/Claudia also end up attracted to each other ajfhajbfjangnang (okay but listen, they were friends as "mortals". They did dates and everything. Is it really such a stretch to thing Claudia and Vittoria kissed at some point? Is it? Hmm? 👀)

"hell's version of Italy and not actual Italy" is sending me kahfjajgkabgja I would be so sour if I was Lucia lol. Though I think it's keep her protected with the shadow/star witches (I think that's what they're called?), and also because the Shifting Isles are never stagnant, I believe there was something about how they exist in multiple intersections of time and space simultaneously? so I think it would be way harder to find someone in there than in the real, mortal-world Italy.

Okay, I don't remember this well, so correct me if I'm wrong. But I think the part about pride's wife and her sister having their hearts torn was in the Wrath POV bonus chapter? And that was, I believe, one of the initial crafts that Kerri Maniscalco was writing. So there are lots of things in those chapters that don't match with the book we got. I think they're meant more as some fun add-ons to read, rather than missing parts of the books we got.

And about Claudia losing her mind..... I'm pretty sure that was one of the witches, right? Like, even with Sofia Santorini, it was Nonna Maria who made her go mad, rather than her actually going insane. So they probably did something similar to Claudia ti get her away from scrying (because then she'd start remembering), and then fixed her, because well. You can't fuck up you boss' daughter like that permanently when she entrusted you to care for her. 💀💀💀

YES, them being besties even when they were always meant to be apart? Look what happens when there's no man to be fighting over. 🤌🤌

Oh yeah, Vittoria is interesting to read about, yes. But my gripe with her character is more like.... she's not exactly morally gray for most of her arc. She keeps switching between being absolutely diabolical, to being shown as an all-in-all good person. And that's more of a writing inconsistency. Like, I like the unhingedness, but I would really appreciate if we can decide what role her character is going to have in the story, you know? Because right now it seems like she is being swinged to play whatever part suits the point the story of the other characters is at, as opposed to having her own role and arc. So perhaps with more development, I'd appreciate her character more.

And oh yes, Sloth's time to shine when???

#asks #anons my beloved #💕#prince pride #lucia #vittoria di carlo #I am tempted to start tagging them as 'the dumpster fire triangle' 💀💀💀#should I?#kingdom of the wicked #kerri maniscalco

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chainsawctopus · 2 years ago

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What do u think of yoshiden

Oh boy. If you're here on my account then you probably already know who I am and how absolutely insane I am for them, but I'm gonna ramble anyway LOL thanks for giving me the opportunity to show people on Tumblr how insane I am ‼✌😁 If people who don't know me from twitter find this, hi I'm TK! I may be a little deranged for Yoshiden, just a tiny bit y'know- Yoshiden means a lot to me for various reasons but I'll just put down all my insane ramblings down belowwww [CSM Spoilers if anime onlys/new readers find this post somehow] [Serious Section] -Denji's distrust/disliking for men/straight up internalized homophobia is most likely because of his past abusers being male (the mafia and his father), so if he starts to trust Yoshida throughout the course of part 2 and they end up forming an actual bond, whether it's romantic or platonic, it kind of helps Denji get over his distrust and help him cope with that trauma knowing that hey not all dudes are that bad actually, this guy's pretty nice. (You could say that Beam already did that and they had a good bond too but Beam is... y'know... *finger across neck* bleh... and Denji still emphasizes he wouldn't let a dude sit on him in 104 so...)

-Surprise surprise, I'm in on the bi Denji agenda because I'm bisexual and all my favs have to be bi 😁😁/hj But seriously, bi Denji is a pretty good concept cause aside from getting rid of his internalized homophobia, it also helps him get over/cope with his trauma as I said above. Part 1 was all about Denji learning about different kinds of love (familial love from the Hayakawa family, romantic love from Reze, and the mess that is sexual->maternal->abusive love from Makima, etc etc), so exploring his sexuality in part 2 could be a nice little addition to that. (Bonus points for the new kind of familial love he has for Nayuta now that he's her older brother/father figure; bonus BONUS points if Yoshida's the other dad LOL) [Delusional Absolutely Normal Section] -Yoshida's canonically a pretty boy as stated by another guy, so maybe if Denji stares at him long enough he'll realize guys can be as pretty as girls too and think it's fine to find guys attractive LMAO

-We all agree Yoshida's gay or at least mspec mlm leaning/preference right? Right. -Anyway, I'M A TOTAL SUCKER FOR ONE-SIDED LOVE STORIES LOL I'd like to think Yoshida has coworkers who could've taken the job of watching over Denji but he deliberately asked to do the job because he found him cute back in part 1, though realistically he probably only got chosen for the job cause he knew about Denji's identity already and he's also in high school, but we're not here for realism, we're here for gay people. (Gay people being Hirofumi Yoshida.) (Did you see him at the table with Angel while Denji and Power were talking about barf and stuff? Dude was smiling while listening to them talk about random shit, he probably became interested in Denji then and there; hell, even the goddamn onigiri scene where Denji still eats it after it fell to the ground probably made him go 'woah this guy is sick in the head I'm in love') Back to the one sided thing, the idea of Yoshida being willing to die while protecting Denji is???? insane??? and I love it because it really shows how devoted he is not only to his job but to Denji in general. He's never truly lost his temper at Denji, even when he used his bare hands on the cake, even when he let himself get sat on by girls, and even how he only wants to reveal himself as Chainsaw Man just to get a girlfriend. Sure, he called him hopeless in the recent chapter, but he never raised his voice or fought back. He's always trying to be patient with him even when he's being completely ridiculous. Copypasting what I've said on twitter here: If someone started scooping and eating the cake I bought with their bare hands, I wouldn't just sit there and go "Aaaaaah!", I'd definitely get pissed. Yoshida has FEELINGS for this boy, I swear. He said NOTHING about it. NOTHING. No "Why the hell'd you do that?" or "Dude that's gross" OR ANYTHING, he immediately just goes back to talking about trying to prevent Denji from revealing his identity. If someone I liked, however, would eat cake with their bare hands, I'd just be embarrassed but also find it cute so I'd let it slide. (Tested and proven 👍)

If, miraculously, Yoshida canonically confesses to Denji, he'd probably still pine for him even if Denji turns him down, which he probably will. Yoshida realizes, after being his bodyguard for a while, that he really enjoys Denji and being around him; he'd get too attached to those feelings and still shower him with appreciation even if he knows it'll never be reciprocated. Just knowing that Denji's being given the love he deserves is enough for him, even if Denji doesn't want or care about that love. It's kinda selfish of Yoshida, but he doesn't care, all he cares about is that he likes Denji and he's willing to keep that up until he dies. -Anywayyyyy, even though they're both good in battle they're both absolute fucking losers LOL Yoshida getting thrown out the window is and will always be my favorite scene from him. Denji got called a loser by Asa, so maybe if Denji just turned his head 90 degrees after that rejection, he would've seen another loser and they could've been the most pathetic loser4loser couple in existence, it's great, c'mon Denji just accept you can like men already

-I kinda maybe kin Yoshida soooo- 💀 I mostly started kinning him for his appearance and how he's visibly deranged in part 1 LOL, but seeing his attitude towards Denji in part 2 really made me like wow he just like me fr‼ I'm sick in the head for this cute guy who is also kinda sick in the head‼ So yeah that really added to my appreciation for yoshiden LMAOSKJSDKF Ok that's all it's almost 6am and my brain is empty, maybe I'll add to this later, hopefully that answers your question anon 😁👍‼‼‼💥💥💥 I dunno if you expected an essay but BOOM, I hope I get a good score LOL

#chainsaw man #chainsawman #csm #yoshiden #yoshidenji #denji #hirofumi yoshida #can't believe my first serious post on tumblr is a goddamn yoshiden ramble but hey what else did you expect from tk chainsawctopus right #if shipping yoshiden got me a boyfriend then everyone should just start shipping yoshiden to find love it'll work 100% trust me #it's kinda funny cause my bf is literally the ceo of yoshiden #follow punkkrat right now or explode sorry you have no choice #i remember some1 asked him to make a 50 paragraph essay abt yoshiden and he said that's my thing so i hope that anon sees this post hey ano #anyway stream in the back room by syudou

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mistletouchunderthetree · 2 years ago

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So it’s not a sentence but I have this prompt generator that gives a story idea and this one sounds interesting: a major character does something say out of character and everyone has to figure out why.

thank you for this prompt! it's definitely a bit angsty but hopefully the ending is heartwarming enough to make up for it. it's established, married buddie, 14 year old chris, and definitely focuses on the family dynamic with chris as well as the buddie dynamic. anyway, it got a little longer than i expected (it is accidentally over 3k) but hopefully you still enjoy it!

"Hey, babe," Eddie says, not turning around at the sound of his husband's footsteps. He's elbow deep in soapy water, trying to get the dishes that they'd let pile up over the last few days clean. It's only when Buck doesn't answer that he looks behind him, then immediately pulls his hands from the sink and dries them with the nearest towel. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Buck frowns, looking down at the tile floor. Eddie knows he's tired - they both are, having to work extra and usually separate shifts to cover while half of B shift was out with a stomach flu - but this is more than that. Buck's shoulders are drooped, and his eyes are a little glassy. Eddie takes a few steps closer.

"Chris was -" Buck stops and bites his lip. He seems to think for a long time, still not looking up at Eddie, so Eddie grabs one of his hands.

"Is he okay?"

"I mean, I guess so?" Buck says, a little helplessly. "He was just in a bad mood, I guess."

"What happened?"

"I mean, at first things were fine. I noticed he was a little quiet at breakfast, but I figured he was just tired. But then when we were in the car he - he just wasn't answering questions, at first. I asked if he'd done his homework, if he had anything going on at school today, if he was feeling alright. He just stared out the window so I told him it was rude to ignore people when they're talking to you and he…"

Buck crosses his arms over his chest, somehow making himself seem small, and continues to stare at the floor.

"Baby, what did he do?"

Eddie watches with horror as Buck's eyes fill with tears. "He told me that I'm not - that I'm not his real parent, and none of that stuff is my business, and he didn't care if it was rude."

Eddie gapes, trying to reconcile this behavior with the Chris he's raised the last eight years.

"I mean -" Buck sniffs, wiping harshly at the tears on his cheeks. "He's right. I'm not his dad and it's not my business, I guess, I was just -"

"You might be his stepdad but you've been raising him just as much as me for years, Buck," he says seriously. "He had no right to say that to you. I'm - I'm so sorry, I don't know why he would -"

"Maybe I'm just not a good dad?" Buck says, and it sounds like he's asking a question he already knows the answer to.

"That's not fucking true," Eddie swears, putting his hands on Buck's shoulders. Buck finally looks up from the floor; his eyes are rimmed red and his bottom lip is swollen from where he's clearly been chewing on it. "You're an amazing dad, and whatever the hell is causing him to act out - we'll deal with it, okay? I'll pick him up from school -"

"Babe, you have a shift -"

"I'll call out, offer to take someone else's tomorrow, or something. They'll be fine a man down for twelve hours, and Bobby'll understand."

Buck frowns but nods anyway. "Okay."

"Why don't you go get some sleep? I can wake you up for lunch."

Buck nods, then heads down the hallway to their bedroom. Eddie watches him, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut that he can't put a name to.

Eddie's drumming his fingers against the steering wheel to an anxious rhythm when Chris opens the door to the truck.

"I thought Buck was picking me up," he says, his face wiped clean of any emotion.

"Nope," Eddie answers, waiting until Chris' crutches are settled and he's pulled himself into the truck and buckled his seatbelt. "You got me today."

A small smile creeps onto Chris' face. "Yeah? Are we -"

Eddie is moving forward slowly in the heavily trafficked parking lot, so he glances at his son's face when he stops talking. "Are we what?"

Chris' face drains of something - happiness? Excitement? And then it hits him. Hope.

"Did you and Buck have plans, or something?"

Chris sighs and turns to look out the window, effectively shutting Eddie out. "No."

"Okay," Eddie says, mostly to himself. "Buck told me what happened this morning."

Chris sighs again, this time even heavier. His voice is monotone when he speaks. "Yeah, I'll apologize later."

"That's not -" Eddie stops himself. He huffs a breath, pulling onto the street and trying to figure out what to say. "Not to say that that's not important, because it is, but - I think it's also important that you tell me why you said what you did."

He can feel Chris' eyes on him, but he can't look away from the road. Finally, Chris looks away, and something like disappointment paints his voice. "Can we - tomorrow? Just - I'm not having the best day."

Eddie frowns. "Well why don't you tell me about it so I can make it better?"

"Can we just leave it alone?" Chris snaps, and Eddie startles.

"Yeah," he says after a moment of tense silence. "Yeah, I'll leave it alone. We'll - we'll talk tomorrow. But that doesn't mean you don't need to adjust your attitude today."

Chris doesn't say anything, just continues to stare out the window until they arrive home. He's out of the truck and making his way to the door before Eddie can say anything, and Eddie knows Buck is inside making Chris' favorite dinner, hopeful that Chris just had a bad morning and things can be back to normal, and Eddie needs to warn him about the surly teenager headed his way. He sighs, lets his head fall against the steering wheel, then finally pulls himself out of the truck, trudging his way up to the house.

Chris is putting his backpack on the dining room table, unloading homework, and Eddie walks past him into the kitchen where Buck is clearly setting up to start making his fancy macaroni and cheese.

"Hey," he says quietly, and Buck turns to look at him with hope in his eyes that immediately drains when he sees Eddie's face.

"Not just a bad morning, then," Buck guesses, turning back to the stove.

"I don't know what his deal is," Eddie admits, then stops talking as he hears the click-clack of Chris' crutches coming toward them.

"Sorry for this morning, Buck," Chris says, his voice still in that low monotone. He sees the pot on the stove and somehow his sad face falls even further. "Is it - dinner, it's -"

"Buck's making your favorite," Eddie says, trying to inject some enthusiasm to it. It has the opposite effect. Suddenly tears are filling his son's eyes and he looks at Eddie with so much disappointment that he wants to throw up and he doesn't even know what he did wrong.

"So no burgers."

It feels like something from out of left field. He furrows his brows at Chris. "What? Did we talk about burgers for tonight?"

Buck is already pulling the boiling water off the burner. "Hey, I haven't even started yet, we can get burgers -"

"I was doing the math in my head last night, and you know what I realized?"

Eddie just stands there, staring at his son, who is steadily wiping at his eyes, looking up at him from under his curls.

Chris doesn't wait for either of them to answer. "Buck's been my dad for longer than she was my mom."

Eddie's heart plunges to his knees.

"I know - " Chris sniffles, "I know you guys weren't in love anymore but - but you always said you loved her."

"Chris, I - I did. I do -"

"Then how could you forget?!" His voice is loud in the quiet kitchen. Eddie's breath hitches as the pieces begin to put themselves together in his head. The burgers. Buck being his parent longer than Shannon.

Chris is tall enough now that Eddie doesn't need to, but he still drops to the floor in front of his son and pulls him into his arms, where Chris immediately collapses into him, crying harder than Eddie's seen him cry in years.

"I'm so sorry, mijo," Eddie whispers into Chris' hair. "I wasn't even paying attention to the date, but that does not mean I don't love your mom, okay?"

Chris nods against Eddie's shoulder, but he's still shaking a little.

"We'll order the burgers, okay? And I bought the ice cream last week, it's already in the freezer, okay?"

Chris pulls back and looks Eddie in the eyes. "You already got the ice cream?"

"I did," Eddie confirms, running a hand through messy curls. "I was thinking about it when I was at the store. Like I said, I just wasn't paying attention to the date today."

"Okay," Chris says quietly. He sniffles again, but there's still snot beneath his nose and tear tracks on his cheeks. Eddie's heart clenches painfully in his chest.

"How about you go wash your face, and I'll order the food."

Chris nods, then pulls himself out of Eddie's arms and slowly makes his way toward the bathroom. The door shuts behind him, and Eddie runs a hand down his face, trying to just breathe. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and finds a food delivery app that has Shannon's favorite burger joint, and orders three of the bacon cheeseburgers she used to love, along with a large side of onion rings for all of them.

"Hey." Eddie startles, looking up from his phone to see his husband standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "I kinda overheard a bit and put two and two together, and I - uh - I went in the closet to get the album." He holds the photo album up, decorated in glitter and cloth flowers with MOMMY written largely across the middle.

"Thank you," Eddie whispers, standing from the floor and walking straight into Buck's open arms. They pull apart when Chris re-enters the kitchen, sans crutches and face clean but with bloodshot eyes behind his glasses.

"I hope you're not too old for cuddles," Eddie says, grabbing the photo album from Buck, "because we've got some pictures to look at while we wait for our burgers."

Chris' lips turn up at the corners. "I suppose I could make an exception for today."

Eddie chuckles. They go to the living room and snuggle in close on the couch, Eddie on one side of Christopher and Buck on the other, as they start to go through the photos. Chris stops at one of him and Shannon, cuddled together on a couch not too differently from the way they are now, and says, "we gotta watch The Jungle Book, too."

"Of course," Eddie agrees.

Then Chris looks at Buck and says, "that was our favorite to watch together. She knew the words to all the songs."

Eddie watches Buck smile, pretending like Chris hadn't told him the same thing last year and the year before that, when he was first invited to Shannon's birthday celebration.

"Sounds like she had good taste," Buck says, a small grin on his face.

"Yeah, the best," Chris agrees, turning to the next page and resting his head against Eddie's shoulder. He doesn't get this way too often anymore, so Eddie takes the opportunity to press a kiss to his head. Chris' voice is soft when he speaks again. "I miss her."

Eddie swallows thickly and blinks back the tears forming in his eyes. He has no idea how it feels to lose a parent, especially at such a young age, and he hates with everything in him that his son has to know the feeling so intimately. "Me, too, bud."

Chris hasn't needed to be tucked into bed for years, but tonight Eddie watches him stop Buck in the kitchen while he's washing their ice cream bowls.

"What's up, bud?"

"Can you - come in my room? Before I go to sleep?"

Eddie watches Buck's eyes light up, can see it from all the way across the room.

"Absolutely," he says. "You go get your pajamas on and I'll be there when I finish the dishes, okay?"

"'Kay," Chris agrees, heading out of the kitchen and toward his bedroom. Once the door is shut behind him, Eddie makes his way to Buck's side, grabbing a clean dish towel to start drying.

"He's going to make you cry in there," Eddie says conversationally.

Buck snorts. "Oh yeah, for sure."

"Need backup?"

"No," Buck says, confident. "I got it."

Still, Eddie can't help himself, and a few minutes later finds him standing in Chris' doorway, behind the half-open door, listening to his two favorite people talk.

"I'm sorry I was mean to you this morning," Chris says, regret coloring his voice. "I know you're my dad, too. I just - I realized I've known you longer than I knew her. And it made me sad, so I said something I knew would make you sad, too."

"Thank you for apologizing," Buck says carefully. "I understand why you were upset and I forgive you. It must've been hard when you realized nobody else remembered what day it was."

"I mean, you didn't know her, so even though you're invited to her party now I wasn't really mad at you. But Dad knew her. I was just so disappointed."

"But he remembered the ice cream last week," Buck says. "So he didn't totally forget about her. But I can see why it was disappointing. It's an important day for all the people that loved her."

Eddie smiles, listening to Buck not only defending him but validating all of Christopher's feelings as well.

"Okay, I'm gonna go to sleep now," Chris says, and Eddie can hear Buck standing from the bed. "Night, Buck."

"Good night, Chris. Love you."

"Love you, too," Chris says, then raises his voice just a little. "And goodnight to you, too, Dad."

Eddie flushes, caught, then takes a quick step back when Buck opens the door with a grin on his face. He peeks around Buck to see Chris giving him a faux unimpressed look.

"Goodnight. I love you, bud."

Chris smiles, and his eyes aren't red anymore, and Eddie can feel it in his gut that he's going to be okay.

"I love you, too, Dad." Eddie starts to pull the door closed behind him, his eye barely catching Chris reaching over to touch the picture of Shannon on his nightstand. He doesn't mean to eavesdrop this time, but he still hears the quiet, "love you, Mom. Happy birthday," that Chris whispers, before turning over to go to sleep.

Buck is still standing next to him in the hall, so Eddie quietly asks, "Wanna talk about it?"

Buck sighs, then begins walking toward their bedroom. "No. I just. I don't know."

Eddie lets out a small laugh at the non-answer as he closes the door behind them. Buck's already pulling his t-shirt off and digging through a drawer for sweat shorts. Eddie follows suit.

"Whatever you need, babe," Eddie says finally, when they've made it to the bathroom to brush their teeth.

"Do you need to talk about it?" Buck asks, his words muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth.

Eddie's initial instinct is to say no, but he waits, finishes brushing before he says anything.

"I feel really bad," he finally admits, crawling onto his side of the bed. "I know I thought about it last week but - I didn't even figure it out when he was upset."

"You're not a mind reader, Eddie."

"We've done it every year for how many years now? I don't know how I just - ugh." He falls back against the pillows.

"Eddie," Buck says softly, and it makes Eddie turn to look at him. "It's a hard day for Chris, and you make it better for him every year. Even if it took you a minute to get there today. You do so much for that kid. But -"

Buck ducks his head.

"But what?"

"But it's gotta be a hard day for you, too," he says, eventually laying down next to Eddie and reaching a hand out to tangle their fingers. "For Chris, he just sees her as his mom. He doesn't think about the time she left. He doesn't know she was probably going to leave again. But you think about that. You think about her asking for a divorce, and then getting no closure. But you make sure, every single year, that Chris only has good memories of her, and that he gets to have a day dedicated to remembering his mom. That's - a lot, is all I'm saying. That's gotta be hard, too."

Eddie blinks back the tears beginning to form in his eyes. "It's so important to me that he remembers her that way. I don't know if it's the right thing to do, but it's the choice I made when she died and I intend to follow through with that."

"Because you're a good dad," Buck murmurs, rubbing his thumb against the back of Eddie's hand.

"You're biased 'cause you love me."

Buck grins. "Yeah. So?"

Eddie doesn't answer, just buries his face deeper into his pillow, trying to ignore the way his stomach still feels like it's in knots.

"Eddie, you're a good dad, but you're also human. It's okay if this day makes you feel bad."

"It does," he whispers, then immediately feels guilty. "I'm just - it feels like too much, when I let myself think about her."

"Why?" Buck asks softly.

"Because part of me is still mad at her. And part of me misses her. And no matter what happened, she was still - still my first love, and the mother of my child, and I'd move mountains to bring her back, just for Chris... But I'm still mad."

"It's okay that you're mad," Buck tells him, scooting even closer. "I think it's perfectly reasonable that you feel all that shit."

Eddie snorts. "I think you're being biased again."

"Nope," he disagrees. "You're being too hard on yourself. You're allowed to have mixed feelings."

"Yeah," Eddie whispers, and the knot in his stomach begins to unravel. "Thank you."

Buck leans forward and presses a soft, dry kiss to his lips. He smiles. "It's what I'm here for."

"What? Talking me down?"

"No," Buck says, kissing him again. "Loving you."

Eddie rolls his eyes but still feels his cheeks heat up. How something like that can make him blush after so many years is insane to him, but eventually his lips break out into a smile.

"You're very good at that."

"I'm very good at loving you?" Buck asks, wiggling his eyebrows. Eddie pushes at his shoulder with a groan, but immediately pulls him back in. Buck tries his best to keep his laughter quiet.

"You know what I mean, asshole," Eddie says, and then, "but also, yes. That, too."

Buck's laugh is a soothing balm for a rough day, and he listens until his husband quiets. One more kiss, a little longer this time, and then they say their goodnights, their I love yous, and Eddie rolls over, and Buck tucks himself up against his back, arm over his waist. Eddie links their hands together, and closes his eyes.

Buck presses a final kiss to the back of his neck, and he melts into the embrace, and he doesn't even realize the knot in his stomach is gone before he falls asleep.

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brittsacademia · 3 years ago

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Glad to see a brand new mha fanfic blog I'm excited to see wht you got! Can you do some Dabi fluff? Like maybe he and the reader were really close during their childhood. Reader joins the LoV later on but doesn't recognize Dabi as Touya? I'll let your imagination run with how you wanna do this! :D

Thank you for both the encouragement and being my first request! I'm excited to get started with this blog, and I just wanna say that I love your request. I got rather inspired, so I decided to do a drabble that ended up longer than expected; I hope you enjoy!

Requests are OPEN, guys, so send me some stuff in!

Title: Reminiscent

Summary: When Touya died, Dabi was sure that he'd leave his past behind, never to look back on it. However, it proved difficult to do so when you — his closest friend from childhood — joined the League by some ungodly chance, especially when you began recalling all of your most prized moments spent together, not knowing the man in your stories sat right beside you.

Pairing: Dabi | Touya Todoroki X Reader

Genre: Fluff + Angst

Word Count: 6,414

Dabi remembered the night like it had happened yesterday. He wasn't ready to forget how a part of his past had unexpectedly caught up to him, how his persona was threatened to be shattered, and how that night would forever complicate everything regarding the current life he led.

The reactions, for the most part, ranged from mildly interested to utterly excited — there hadn't been a recruit in quite some time — though Dabi had been utterly disinterested in Shigaraki's ravings of a new comrade joining the ranks. Dabi was, after all, not there for trivial camaraderie, a thing he deemed a waste of his time while the rest of his moronic co-workers developed some form of kinship.

He remembered overhearing a conversation between Shigaraki and Kurogiri, the latter being the one to persuade Shigaraki to pursue this mystery person as a League member. The second-in-command thoroughly believed that the person would be a crucial, tactical addition.

He leaned against the bar wall furthest from the rest of the League, somewhat processing the information Shigaraki rambled on about. Something about this new recruit having a history with fraud and blackmail against various Pro Heroes, completed with stealth abilities comparable to the underground hero, Eraserhead, had he gone villainous. Such a skillset was much needed in the League, Dabi could admit that much, but the sentiments he felt for this upcoming recruit was nothing more than that — a utility for the cause.

"What's taking Giran so long?" Shigaraki grumbled, drumming his fingers against the bar's surface.

"Patience, Tomura Shigaraki," Kurogiri said. "Giran has yet to disappoint us with his services. I trust that he will arrive shortly."

Typical of Kurogiri, being the voice of reason to look after Shigaraki's brat-like personality.

Dabi had spared a glance when the door creaked open, bells chiming, and it was then that Dabi's state of apathy had quickly collapsed, being replaced by absolute shock — bewilderment, even. He had to do a double-take to assure himself that he had crossed the boundaries of insanity and officially began hallucinating when he saw you walk through the door with Giran by your side.

The day that Touya Todoroki died — a freak accident by the hands of his own quirk is what they all thought — was the dawn of a new era. Reborn as Dabi, he swore to leave his past behind, living his new life as a superhuman society-hating criminal within the heart of the infamous League of Villains. It was fine by him; consequences be damned. Care had long disappeared from his being.

So, what the hell was he supposed to think now? How the hell was he supposed to react? Dabi wondered if this was the universe's way of cruelly punishing him for his sins. Throwing at him — so suddenly, not to mention — one of the biggest aspects of his past was one of the lowest blows God himself could have inflicted on him.

He blinked once, twice and a third time before narrowing his eyes at you, still in denial of who was standing amongst him and the League. But no, Dabi felt like he'd been frozen in time at the moment; it was real. You were there, and he'd be damned to not recognize your face. Even after all those years, you hadn't changed much.

Offering a crooked smile and curt nod, your voice rang throughout the room as you introduced yourself. "Thank you for considering me for your cause. You can call me (Y/N), and—"

Fuck. He could barely hear your voice over the sound of the hundreds of thoughts and questions echoing throughout his mind. None was the wiser of Dabi's internal dilemma; he'd always been a master at standing strong with a stoic expression, seemingly never bothered.

You stood there, yet Dabi still held denial. This wasn't actually you. It was just a person who happened to look like you and had the same name. It wasn't that far-fetched, Dabi tried to reassure himself.

Kurogiri was the one to speak. "After much consideration, Tomura Shigaraki and I believe that you would bring many opportunities. Your record of bringing heroes to shame, as well as your impeccable abilities to infiltrate, gather information, and plan will, without a doubt, bring us closer to our goals," he bowed slightly. "On behalf of the League of Villains, welcome."

"Thank you!" You said in a chipper manner that was — in Dabi's opinion — eerily familiar. "I'd like to add that I've got quite the medical training. If any of you need patching up, you can come to me for that."

At that moment, it became progressively more difficult for Dabi to believe that it wasn't you. Images of his childhood flashed before his eyes, how you'd always patch him up whenever he trained too hard or got into fights with others.

"Oh, great. That's nice. We don't have a competent medic in our group. These idiots tend to get reckless out on the field, so you'll be useful, hopefully," Shigaraki said. "Now, Giran said that your quirk had something to do with, uhh… paralysis? Yeah, that's it, isn't it?"

You nodded. "Right. If I dig my nails into someone's flesh, I can cause paralysis. The longer I hold the grip, the more the effect spreads throughout the person's body. The deeper my grip, the faster the spread."

That was it for Dabi. As warm as his body ran, he swore he felt his blood run cold. There was no more denying it, it was you, and he didn't know what to feel. He only knew one person with this specific quirk, with medical experience, that was named (Y/N) and looked like that. He didn't know how to handle the slew of emotions coursing through him all at once; it'd been so long since he felt anything so powerful, so confusing.

Anxiety. What if you recognized him? Was this going to be the end of the perfect facade he'd been holding up for so long?

Anger. How dare you waltz back into his life when he was so sure he'd left everything behind? Who the fuck did you think you were?

Relief. You still existed. You were alive and well, the one person that stuck with Dabi throughout his youth.

Confusion. How did these kinds of coincidences happen? And why in the hell had you turned to a life of crime? When did that happen? If you'd told him, all those years ago, that you'd live your life blackmailing heroes and committing fraud, he wouldn't have taken you seriously.

He could faintly make out the voices of his co-workers, making their rounds as they introduced themselves to you. Dabi had completely zoned out, not knowing what to think of the fact that he'd have to work alongside you.

Then it happened; you made eye contact with one another. Dabi carefully studied your expression, trying to determine whether you would see through him — see Touya. Despite it all, Dabi stood his ground, not letting the bored expression falter. Don't do it, Dabi told himself. Whatever he did, he couldn't give himself away.

To his relief, you didn't seem to show any signs of recognition — unless you had phenomenal acting abilities. Your expression being contorted into one of anticipation, you were most likely waiting for him to introduce himself.

He didn't blame you; Dabi had undergone quite the transformation since Touya died, firstly being much more toned than he once was. His hair was no longer the crimson — and even white — colour that you were accustomed to. What was once a wavy style had turned into a punk-like, spiky hairdo. The many piercings he had were new, and of course, the jarring charred patches of skin along his face and body, lined with poorly done surgical staples.

Wordlessly, Dabi pushed himself away from the wall, opting to move away from the bar's main area, not sparing you an introduction or another glance. He disappeared into the back hallway, making way for the rooftop access.

He could still hear their voices as he walked away, Toga in particular, as the unruly teen was rather loud.

"Oh, that's just Dabi! He's always grumpy! If anything, I think he likes you; he didn't insult you!" She said.

"My dear, I do apologize for Dabi's behaviour. How rude to treat a comrade in such a way," Compress said.

And with that, Compress' obnoxious tone was the final thing Dabi heard before ascending the stairs.

He couldn't do it, couldn't stay in the same room as you. He needed to gather his thoughts; if he thought about it too much, it'd drive him insane. But Dabi knew that he wouldn't be able to avoid you forever; that was possibly the thought that haunted him the most.

His past was coming back, and there wasn't much he could do about it unless he wanted his identity to be revealed.

He wasn't ready to forget that day, and no matter how hard he tried to keep his distance, he couldn't.

Dabi didn't know if it was because you were co-workers — cooperating with one another was inevitable — or because he naturally gravitated towards you, not having forgotten the warmth you brought him during the horrendous period of his life he called a childhood. He wanted nothing more than to reject you, push you away, but he found himself failing miserably.

Ignoring you outside of missions had only lasted two weeks.

Nearly everyone had gone to bed or, at the very least, everybody had retreated to their cramped room just above the bar; they were rooms that would have normally served as temporary housing for people much too drunk to go home.

It left Dabi alone, sitting at the bar as he took swigs of harsh whisky straight from the bottle. The foul liquid burned at his throat, but it was much needed to wash away the stress.

He'd forgotten that you had gone out until he spared a glance at the door, having heard the bells chiming. He stared at your form with his usual, stoic expression; you looked exhausted, and Dabi didn't gloss over those deep, dark bags under your eyes. You looked ready to pass out any moment; your eyes were fluttering on their own.

"You look like shit," Dabi said, turning his attention back to the bottle.

"Charming, as always," you muttered, though loud enough for Dabi to hear. "I feel like shit, so good to know that I look the part."

He heard your feet shuffling across the floor until you took a seat next to him. There were a few seconds of awkward silence as Dabi could feel your eyes boring into him.

He hated it — absolutely hated — when you looked at him like that. His heart stopped every single time, thinking that you were analyzing him and would recognize him.

"Pour me a shot?" You asked.

Dabi slid the bottle towards you. "Help yourself, doll."

"Thanks," you replied, popping the bottle open and downing the liquor. "What're you still doing up, anyway?"

He shrugged. "Couldn't sleep."

A man of few words, unless he was spewing some form of sarcastic comment. You decided not to push the small talk much further, opting to pull out your phone to look through photos and videos you'd gotten throughout the day. A small smirk graced your feature, a feeling of power and accomplishment running through your veins at the various compromising evidence you'd managed to get against various so-called Pro Heroes. Some were scandalous, having the potential to bring down their entire career. Some were an invasion of privacy, comparable to embarrassing paparazzi shots.

Dabi glanced at your screen. "You've been busy."

"Oh yeah," you said. "I wonder how people would feel once they find out that the hero Deep Sea has a thing for minors. Would be a shame if those conversations and pictures leaked, huh?"

"What a tragedy for that poor hero," Dabi said; you could hear the mockery in his tone.

You chuckled, nodding in agreement before another moment of silence fell between the two of you.

"Tell me, (Y/N)," Dabi said, breaking the silence.

"Hm?" You hummed, turning your attention to him.

"What's your deal? Why did you join the League?" Dabi asked.

He regretted asking, but his curiosity got the best of him. Dabi felt the urge to know why. Why did you turn to a life of crime when you told him — he remembered — that you wished to become a nurse and work at a children's hospital? What pushed you over that edge? What made you change your route?

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Are you deaf?" Dabi said. "Exactly what I said: why? Don't get me wrong, sweetheart, ya do good work for us, but you're not much of a fighter. So, what's in it for you?"

"Well… I agree with Stain's ideology, and isn't that what the League is about?" You shrugged. "Heroes nowadays are laughable. So few of them actually give a shit about the world around them — just driven by their greed to fill their pockets and flaunt in the limelight. Don't you think it's fucking stupid to expect payment for saving a life?"

Dabi grunted in agreement, taking another gulp of alcohol. "So many false heroes… they need to be knocked down their pretty, little pedestals."

"But… if I may be honest," you sighed, "I wouldn't have joined if I wasn't asked."

Dabi looked at you with a quirked eyebrow; his curiosity was piqued. "Really, now?"

You nodded. "I agreed to join because I agree with the League's core ideals, but I wouldn't have gone out of my way to join otherwise. As much as I want to see the downfall of heroes, I have my own goal to strive for."

"And that is…?"

"There's this hero — I want to fucking ruin his life," you said, and Dabi didn't miss the way you spat the sentence. There was so much bitterness in your tone.

"Got a personal grudge, huh? So, who's the lucky man," Dabi asked.

It took a moment for you to answer. You eventually looked him dead in the eye; Dabi could see a dark glint in yours, one that he's seen far too often in his own — one of pure hatred.

"Endeavor."

Dabi had no comment; he couldn't think of anything to say. He felt his lips twitch, a large and sinister grin threatening to break out across his features. You wanted to see the downfall of his father, and Dabi couldn't describe the contentment he felt.

In the end, he ended up offering a small smirk. How could he not? He wouldn't say it out loud — both his pride and anxiety prevented him from admitting it — but he felt as though he had an ally.

Unbeknownst to you, you'd become his ally, much like you once were during his youth.

It felt nice.

"I can't fucking stand him," you said. "Every time I see his face, every time I hear someone speak his name, praise him for his heroism — I just want to vomit."

"Understandable," Dabi said. "He's amongst the worst examples of a hero. A man driven by obsession and greed."

He needed to stop himself. Dabi could go off into a tangent of resentment when it came to the subject of his father, but by doing so, he risked giving himself away.

"Glad you see it too, Dabi," you said. "I know what he's like behind closed doors, and it makes me sick to know that someone as disgusting as him receives so much praise. This isn't about me; I couldn't care less of the dirty looks and insults he gave me. My hatred stems from the way he treated his children, his wife — absolutely despicable. Especially to… what he did to…" you trailed off.

"Ah… you have a history with the Todoroki family? Aren't you full of surprises, doll?" Dabi said, though it was a complete lie; he wasn't one bit surprised, having been there himself.

"I do."

You left it at that. Your face had softened, as did your tone.

"As much as I'd love to see him dead, I want to torture him first. I want to ruin his name and expose him for everything he's done. I want to sit back and watch him desperately try to restore his reputation, only to fail miserably. I want him to become a laughingstock, an example of what one shouldn't become. I want everybody to see him for the vile piece of shit he is and lose all respect and trust for him. And I'll be more than happy to watch him lose his shit, slowly lose his sanity as the days go by until he's nothing but a broken man with nothing left," you rambled.

It had a nice ring to it, watching his old man fade into nothingness. For a man like Endeavor, it would be a fate worse than death. Dabi would then be more than happy to put him out of his misery.

Dabi couldn't help the sinister chuckle that escaped him. He reached out for you, ruffling your hair, which elicited a quiet grunt of surprise from you.

"You know what, doll? I would kill to see Endeavor's fall. Wouldn't that be so satisfying?" Dabi said. "Let's take him down, make the world realize just how worthless he is. What would happen when everybody realizes that, all this time, they've put their trust in garbage? How humiliating."

"Dabi?"

"If I'm in the League, it's because I plan to make Stain's will a reality. Endeavor's fall would be one of our greatest victories. False heroes, they need to be eliminated," Dabi said.

You smiled. "Agreed."

"You have a head on your shoulders, (Y/N). You're not childish like Shigaraki. I like that, sweetheart. I don't care what Shigaraki wants — never have. So, let's create a new future," Dabi said.

Dabi liked the way your eyebrows furrowed as your expression turned into one of pure determination. With the way you held his gaze, words weren't needed. It was like you silently agreed to become his partner in crime, something Dabi would have never expected. He'd become solitary after Touya's death, and he vowed to run by his own agenda for the remainder of his life.

But…

"(Y/N), what did you do that for?"

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't have to take the blame for me; you didn't do anything wrong. I don't want to subject you to my father."

"Big talk, coming from the guy who's always dragging me into his messy schemes. Don't worry about it, Touya. I'll always be there for you, even if it means standing up to your father, I promise! We're forever partners in crime; you can't stop me!"

"Thank you, (Y/N). I mean it."

… haven't the two of you always been partners in crime? The years spent apart hadn't changed that dynamic. With your desires to take his old man down, you had kept the promise you made to Touya; you were standing up to his father, no matter the cost.

That night — spent at the bar as you took turns downing the harsh liquor and spewing your desires to create a bright new future — Dabi knew that he had dug himself a deep grave that he wouldn't be able to escape.

He shouldn't be doing this; he shouldn't be letting you close.

But he couldn't resist. When it came to you, he discovered that his hardened facade was weak, prone to crumbling.

When Dabi stepped through the warp gate provided by Kurogiri, he knew that he'd be in for a scolding on your part the moment you caught wind of him in the bar. It was no use trying to hide the fresh wounds that littered his body after that last scouting mission had gone wrong.

It was instantaneous — the way you sprung from your seat at the bar. Abandoning your conversation with Shigaraki, you gripped at Dabi's sleeve to drag him up to your assigned room so you could tend to his injuries.

He knew what was coming up; it was the same song and dance he'd rehearsed with you so many times now ever since you became the 'official' medic of the group.

Dabi didn't need you to tell him to lie down on your bed as you got your supplies ready, though before he did so, he shed his coat and shirt, leaving him bare-chested.

Lying down on your bed, he shot you a smirk as you glared at him, shooting him the dirtiest of looks at the sight of his filthy boots on your sheets.

You pulled up a chair next to your bed, sighing at the sight of the fresh cuts and burns scattered across his torso.

"S'not that bad," he shrugged.

"Dabi, are you kidding? That's one nasty gash you've got there," you said, motioning to the offending wound along his side. "I might need to stitch you up."

You applied gauze to the large wound, applying pressure in hopes to calm the bleeding. While you did so, you reached for a warm cloth you prepared to clean the minor cuts.

Dabi knew that the scolding was brewing inside of you; he could feel it.

"You're—"

"You're so fucking reckless. You know that, right, Dabiiiii?" He cut you off, poorly imitating your voice, having heard those exact words from you, time and time again.

"Shut up; I'm serious over here. You're gonna get yourself killed someday," you said.

"Aw, is (Y/N) worried about me?" He cooed.

"I'm just saying," you said, avoiding his question.

"How cute," he chuckled. "You know, I've noticed that you don't scold the others nearly as much as me for getting wounded. I'm starting to think you like me, doll."

"Pff. Get off your own dick, Dabs," you said. "Listen, you're one of the most valuable fighters we have. If anything happens to you, we lose a huge portion of our strength."

"Flattering."

You went silent, focusing on the task at hand as you removed the gauze, pleased to see that the bleeding had lessened. Upon further inspection, Dabi could make do without stitches — though barely — so you opted to bandage the area for him.

"I know you're not here to make friends; I'm not either. I just get along with others to avoid conflict," you said.

Dabi glanced at you, a questioning look on his features. However, you hadn't bothered to look back at him, still concentrating on his wounds.

"But… I do feel some connection to you. I don't care if it's one-sided; I do give a shit about you, you know?" You said, reaching for some ointment for his burns.

"Oh, really?" He smirked. "And why is that?"

"I—" you sighed, shaking your head, "you just remind me so much of someone I'm — was close to."

It was eerily quiet in the room. So you did see Touya in him, but you just hadn't associated the two as the same person. And Dabi desperately hoped you would remain oblivious.

The way your voice shook, how it was barely above a whisper — you hadn't gotten over Touya's death, hadn't you? Dabi felt an ounce of pity for you, to have lived for so long with the death of your best friend still lingering in your mind. But on the other hand, he felt some form of twisted contentment settle in his chest. You hadn't forgotten about him; how sweet and loyal of you.

"A friend of yours?" Dabi asked, even though he knew the answer.

You nodded. "Yeah. My best friend, actually. He… he died, God, about a decade ago, I think?"

You didn't say any more, and neither did Dabi. You opted to spread the ointment along Dabi's fresh burns in silence. He'd closed his eyes at some point, relishing in the care you displayed, even going as far as to tend to his old scars.

"Alright, I'm done!" You said rather loudly, jolting Dabi out of his trance.

"Thanks, doll," he said, sitting up.

You nodded before jumping out of your chair and heading towards the door. "Don't mention it, but take it easy, okay?"

You were out the door rather quickly. You seemed troubled, even Dabi could tell as much. Your loud, happy tone you tried to portray was quite obviously fake.

Dabi contemplated whether or not he should give you your space; he shouldn't care as much as he did.

But, picking up his jacket and shirt from the floor, he got dressed and — against his better judgment — followed after you.

He knew he'd find you on the roof. Both you and Dabi liked to retreat to the area whenever the bar was too crowded. As he ascended the stairs, he wasn't even sure what the hell he'd even say. What could he say?

But, in a way, he wanted to see if you'd open up to him about your past with Touya, he wanted to hear just how much you missed him.

Dabi wanted to see just how much you suffered because of him, as twisted as it sounded.

Sure enough, he found you sitting at the edge of the building, a cigarette in one hand as you held your phone with the other. You stared intently at the device, not having noticed his presence.

Dabi approached you, looking over your shoulder, he saw what held your attention so much on your phone.

You were staring at an old photo of you and him when you were younger teens. Dabi was the one who held the phone and had snapped the picture; his tongue was stuck out as he winked at the camera. Your arms were slung around his neck, and you had this huge grin as you smushed your cheek against his.

Shit. You both looked so happy.

"Is that your friend?" Dabi asked.

You jumped, looking back at Dabi in surprise; you obviously hadn't expected him to follow you.

"Dabi… what're you — never mind. Yeah, it is," you said, turning your gaze towards your phone once more. "Touya; that's his name. Touya Todoroki."

Dabi sat next to you. Instinctively, you handed him your cigarette, letting him take a drag.

"Need to vent, doll?" Dabi asked as he exhaled smoke.

"Do you really care that much?" You asked.

"Humour me."

It took you some time to gather your thoughts, trying to figure out where you wanted to start. There were so many things you wanted to say, so many things you had to say about Touya. You had so many pent up feelings that you needed out.

"My family always told me that I should get rid of his pictures, that I had to move on. Constantly keeping those photos, even after changing phones, was keeping me from moving on is what they said. I guess they were right, in a way, but I just don't have the heart to do that. These photos are all I have left of him in physical form."

How wrong you were about that, Dabi thought.

"Besides, even if I got rid of them, I probably wouldn't have moved on. A guy like Touya… you don't just forget about him," you rambled. "I think a part of me died with him. I just lost my shit when I lost him. He meant the world to me."

"Sounds like you were close," Dabi said.

"We were. We went to the same schools, and despite his father's protests, we grew up together," you said before laughing softly. "You know, I like to think that, whenever we were together, we shared the same, singular brain cell. We were a duo of absolute morons."

Dabi chuckled, silently agreeing that the two of you had indeed been — once upon a time — terrors. You were known for your pranks on fellow classmates and teachers. Hell, you'd pull pranks on one another, Dabi being the one to do it the most.

You had more restraint than he did; Dabi had always been a smug daredevil, acting invincible at all times. He'd get himself in all sorts of tough spots, but no matter what he did, you were always right by his side to patch him up and scold him for being reckless.

Huh. It seemed like you still did that nowadays.

"One of my favourite things to do was get him flustered. Touya, especially during his teen years, had that tough, edgy and smug guy kind of attitude, so watching him lose it was beautiful. All I had to do was whip out this cute, embarrassing nickname I gave him back when we were kids," you said.

Dabi cringed, remembering damn well what the nickname was. "Which was?"

You giggled. "Toto."

Dabi had to resist the urge to crawl into a corner and die at the sound of the horrendous nickname. But at the same time, it made him feel nostalgic.

"Well, if I were him, I'd attempt to kill you for that name," Dabi said. "You can get away with 'Dabs' in private, but nothing more."

"Aw, and here I was thinking about calling you 'Dab Dab'," you teased.

"No."

You scrolled to the next photo in your gallery, though it wasn't a photo, it was a video. Pressing play, Dabi soon realized that it was a video of him running away from you throughout the school's hallways. He had stolen your phone that day to fill your gallery with silly pictures and videos.

"Touya, I swear to God! When I catch you—"

"Aw, fuck. If (Y/N) catches me, I'm a dead man."

Touya turned the camera to face him; he had this shit-eating grin as he laughed his ass off. Despite the shakiness of the camera, there were instances where your fuming form could be seen chasing after Touya.

"Too bad you're a slow runner, (Y/N)," Touya called out.

"Fuck you!"

"When?"

As Dabi watched the video, he could see a faint reflection of himself on your screen, overlapping his past self. Even though he knew exactly what he'd gone through to get to where he was, Dabi still couldn't help but ask himself: what happened?

You paused the video, turning off your phone. "Is it weird that I like to play that video every once in a while just to hear his voice?"

"Not really. We might be villains, but we're still human. He was important to you, and you lost him. 'Sides, different people grieve differently," Dabi said.

"Wise words coming from you, of all people," you chuckled.

"Whatever," he huffed.

"D'you have someone like that too, Dabi?" You asked.

He gazed at you for a second or two before turning his attention back to the night sky. Of course he did — two, actually. Yourself and his mother. "I guess you can say that."

"Yeah, Touya and I had a lot of fun together; we were inseparable," you said, smiling. Though that smile quickly turned solemn. "But… things weren't always peachy."

"Because of Endeavor?" Dabi asked.

You nodded. "Touya got a lot of shit from his dad for hanging out with me, or wasting his time with me."

Dabi's fingers gripped at the edge of the building, growing fidgety as you brought him back to his childhood.

He remembered just how much his father opposed the relationship. He remembered the handprint that lingered on his face for the next few days when he attempted to vehemently defend you. And of course, Dabi remembered how you cried when you found out what happened. You felt guilty, apologizing profusely as if you were at fault, but you weren't the one who had laid a hand on him.

No, you were the one to apply ice to his throbbing, overheating cheek while you ran your nails through his hair, whispering comforting words to him.

You never hurt him. You weren't like him.

No, you had always been his moral support. You did everything to keep him comfortable while his sanity was slowly crumbling. Dabi remembered the nights where he snuck out of his house to go to yours; no matter the hour, you'd let him in and vent.

"Touya's dad had drilled into his head that he'd surpass All Might himself, but really, this was just Endeavor trying to pin his selfish desires onto his son. I realize this now that I'm older," you looked at Dabi. "So you can only imagine how torn he was when his father deemed him a failure. But still, he was so stubborn that he still kept trying to make his dad proud."

Dabi knew you were looking at him, but he couldn't bear to spare you a glance. You were, unknowingly, walking him down a traumatic lane of memories.

"There were particularly bad nights where Touya came to me and cried. He just cried and cried while hugging me and mumbling until he passed out," you said; your voice was shaking.

"What's wrong with me, (Y/N)?" Touya asked, voice muffled by your chest. "Why'd he throw me away like that? I was supposed to… to…."

"Touya I — shit, I'm so sorry. I can't believe Enji would stoop so low. Listen to me: there is nothing wrong with you, you hear me?"

"I'm trying so hard, but it's not enough," he cried. "He barely looks at me anymore; it's all Shouto."

"He's so wrong to treat you like this; you shouldn't let him treat you like this. You're his son, for crying out loud, not an object! Touya, you're amazing… you're so wonderful," you said, trying to hold back your tears.

"Then… why?"

Dabi felt the urge to vomit; if he'd still be able to cry, he might have shed a few tears at the memories. His fingers still gripped at the concrete, nearly shattering his nails at the brute force.

"Maybe I should have tried harder to comfort him," you said.

Dabi snapped out of his trance, looking at you with a shocked expression. Your eyes had glossed over, lips pressed into a thin line as you did your damndest to hold back your tears.

"Maybe I could have done more to help. Maybe if I had, he wouldn't have pushed himself so hard and… and — fuck, Dabi, I miss him so much," you said in a broken voice.

"If you ask me, you did everything you could," Dabi said. "Sounds like you were the one person he felt he could trust. That's gotta count for something, don't ya think, sweetheart?"

You nodded. "I guess, but I—"

Dabi cut you off. "What could you have done more? He was probably too far gone. But… I'm sure he died knowing you did everything you could for him."

"I know you're right," you sighed before laughing rather bitterly. "I know this is gonna sound hella cheesy, but I wish I got the chance to tell him that I'm in love with him."

Dabi froze; how had he not picked up on it in the past? And your phrasing — the way you spoke in the present tense instead of the past — made you sound like you were still in love. But, it was Touya you were in love with, not Dabi.

He sighed. "Hey, listen, doll. If it makes you feel better: I feel that if he were still alive, he'd return your feelings."

"You think so?" You asked.

To your surprise, Dabi offered you a smile. It was a small one, but it was one of the most genuine smiles you'd ever seen from him.

He looked up at the night sky, scratching at the back of his neck and pondering what to say. He wanted to choose his words wisely.

But who was he kidding?

Back then, he definitely noticed how his heart would flutter at the sight of your smile, how his hand would become clammy whenever you held it. Your presence was his safe haven; he'd crave your comfort and touch as it'd melt away the stress he felt.

Maybe Dabi should have told you as well, back then.

He brought his hand back down to his lap, turning to you once more to make eye contact.

"I know so."

You couldn't explain the chill that shot down your spine, but those three little words from Dabi released the floodgates you'd been holding in the entire conversation.

Covering your mouth, you turned away from his intense gaze as tears streamed down your face, body shaking as you hiccuped. "I…"

"(Y/N)?" A voice called out.

Both you and Dabi turned around, finding Spinner standing at the doorway.

"Am I interrupting anything?" He asked, though his gaze flicked between you and Dabi; he obviously had a wary look as he studied your tear-streaked face, shooting an accusing glare at Dabi.

"W-We're just chatting, no worries. I just got upset over something; it's not Dabi's fault," you said, furiously wiping at your tears.

"Okay then," he said, still wary. "Well, when you have a moment, Shigaraki and Kurogiri need your help. Something about gathering information on some heroes' weaknesses?"

You nodded. "Okay, I'll be right there."

You stood up and began following after Spinner, but before you did, you peaked behind your shoulder.

"Dabi?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you," you said with a smile.

Dabi nodded in acknowledgement, waving you off in a 'don't mention it' gesture. You chuckled at his mannerism, not asking more out of him; he'd already done so much.

"See you in a bit," you called out before leaving to join the boss downstairs.

Left alone, Dabi sighed. A part of him was content. You seemed just a bit more at peace, so perhaps he'd offered you a bit of closure. The other part of him knew that your suffering was his fault, and that it was wrong of him to do so to you.

His goal wasn't to harm you, but he found himself digging himself deeper with every passing day. But, how did one come clean about a fake death? How would you react? Would you be angry? Relieved?

Touya had indeed died, but not in the way you thought.

He didn't want to lose you a second time, and he someday planned to tell you that his feelings for you were still there; they'd transferred from Touya to Dabi, but he hadn't been aware until your unlikely reunion.

But until you moved on from Touya, Dabi had to bite his tongue on the matter.

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 13 - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

My dear friend @abimess, I keep stealing your gifs and making updates without telling you. I hope you never get tired of it.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: Magical torture with minors, cursing, angst, ptsd, derogatory thoughts and behavior, dark magic.

Chapter Words: 8.486 K

A/N> Yes, I've gone for a month without warning anyone, and yes that might go on, but at least i'm near ending this (I'm already writing chapter 21). Once I'm finished, I'll just programe tumblr to upload them all for me because i'm lazy. I hope anyone like this yet, i don't even know what i'm doing anymore. Good reading!

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Chapter 13 - Part XIII - The Sixth Year (Part Three)

Gossip really starts to irritate you when you go to lunch after potions.

"You want to say something to me, girl?" You charge impatiently when you hear the giggles behind you again, coming from a group of students sitting at Ravenclaw's table.

The group turns around with wry smiles on their faces, and you notice the editions of the Daily Prophet in the hand of one of the boys. It is Hope Summers, your classmate, who speaks first:

"We're just sharing some theories, Stark." She says in a provocative tone. "Some of us find it an interesting coincidence that just now that Mephisto is back, you and Maximoff are losing control of magic."

You frown.

"What are you talking about?" you ask in surprise, referring to Wanda, but Hope thinks you want her to keep mocking you.

"It's just suspicious that no one knows what happened to you in that dungeon, or at the ministry of magic." Hope counters. "And now you two are blowing things up, and we have a dark wizard on the loose."

"Fuck you, Summmers." You curse as you stand up, leaving the girl in shock at your aggressiveness.

The same auror from the first day stands in front of you as you try to approach Slytherin's table.

"Students must respect..."

But you interrupted his speech with a loud shove that sent him staggering backwards, and drew the immediate attention of several people.

You were seeing red by now, the man's wry smile only making you more irritated.

He drew his wand, but so did you. And the room held its breath.

"Put your wand away, Miss Stark." Warned the auror angrily, but you didn't.

Wanda stood up as she noticed the confusion, rushing to reach you, but the auror put his arm in her way.

"Now, miss." He warned again, and you grunted in irritation.

"Get your hands off her." You retorted, feeling your body fever with hatred.

"Stark." The man said, his arm reaching down to push Wanda back, and you exploded.

You didn't even finish thinking about the spell, the magic exploding out of your wand.

The auror masterfully blocked it, and you dropped your wand to jump on top of him.

It was a confusion of shoving, other bigger students pulling you away from the man and he away from you.

" Never fucking touch her again!" You warned snorting in anger, Thor Odinson stopping you from jumping on the man's neck.

"I just pushed her away from the line of fire, you crazy bitch!" The auror retorted indignantly and angrily. "Go to the headmaster's office now!"

"Fuck you!"

Thor pulled you out of the hall as the crowd of students whistled in celebration, excited about the whole fight. The auror was too busy dissipating everyone to follow you.

"Hey, hothead, calm down." The blonde warned as he released the grip of you by the courtyard. You grunted angrily, wishing you could break something.

"Fuck this school, fuck that asshole." You complained aloud, as Thor looked at you curiously.

"You have quite a rage, Stark." He comments, and you grumble in irritation.

But Wanda catches up with you the next moment, and she looks even angrier than you.

"What the hell was that?" she asks and you roll your eyes, running your hands through your hair.

"I think you are going to be fine for now on." Thor comments, smiling at the thank you Wanda says to him before leaving you two alone.

"So?" Wanda insists, arms crossed. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at her.

"What do you want me to say?" You retort angrily.

"You just started a fight for no reason! Again!" She accuses. "Only this time it was with a wizard who could kill you. I want to know what's going on!"

"I don't know, Wanda!" You exclaim angrily. "Why does everyone expect me to have answers? I don't know! Do you understand that? It feels like I'm going to explode in frustration any second, neither you or Gamora seem to get it. I don't understand what's happening to me!"

"Because you won't talk to us!" She shouts back, just as annoyed as you are. "You're pushing everyone away! Even me! We can't help you if you don't talk to us!"

You grunt impatiently, turning around. There was a strange throbbing in the back of your head, a strange whisper. Like a voice telling you that no one was telling you the truth, that your friends expected too much of you, that Wanda didn't care...

This last thought made you sob. Wanda softened her expression immediately, taking a step toward you and touching your shoulder, but you pulled away from her touch as if burned, wiping your tears away quickly.

"Leave me alone, Wanda." You mutter between teeth. She hesitates, raising her hand toward you again.

"Please."

"I need some time from you." You insist, pushing her hand away, and walking away.

A part of your brain is begging you to go back and make things right, but there is a cloud of anger and irritation that keeps you walking.

//-//-//-//-//

You roll over in bed in discomfort.

Nightmares. Again.

It has only been five days since you had your fight with Wanda, and you are getting worse every day.

With Summers' teasing, you end up noticing other things too.

How the school really found the theory that you and Wanda were somehow related to Mephisto, because the minister had covered up what happened in the dungeons and in the ministry, and everybody thought it was strange that two students were showing an increase in magical potential with the return of a dark wizard.

Unlike you, who were failing considerably in any simple execution of spells, Wanda was demonstrating exceptional abilities. Kaecilius was more than willing to make her the face of progress at Hogwarts, you heard the gossip about bringing in reporters to share the news of the new direction.

You know that the only reason Wanda hasn't come after you yet was because you're running away from her like the plague.

And you couldn't even explain why.

You were also blocking out your real health condition from her. Just like you two practiced during the summer.

Besides hiding this from Wanda, you have kept your friends away too, isolating yourself from everyone else in search of a little rest, only succeeding in taking a nap when you are running away between classes.

And the detentions with Kaecilius keep increasing as you skip classes.

You begin to consider learning to write with a different hand, just so the bruise has time to heal, but at this point you don't even care about the scar anymore.

"You really must like pain." Loki teases wryly as you sit in an empty room, waiting for the aurors' shift change again after your detention.

You don't ask him what he's doing on that floor again, and he doesn't ask why you haven't spoken to your friends in two weeks.

"Sure, that must be it." You joke back, massaging your injured hand.

He assumes a pensive expression for a second.

"Are you sure you haven't been cursed by someone?" He asks, causing you to frown in shock and confusion.

"Excuse me?"

He gives a little chuckle, settling himself better against the wall.

"Everyone's been talking about you being sick." He says. "I heard some of the Ravenclaw people theorize that you became a werewolf over the summer."

You laugh helplessly, massaging your temples lightly.

"I guarantee that's not it." You say making Loki smile.

"If you are sick for no reason, it could be a curse." He says. "I wouldn't be surprised, the way things are."

"But how do I find out if I've been cursed?"

Loki takes a thoughtful stance.

"I don't know." He says. "But I'm sure you can learn that in the no longer reserved session of the library."

You laugh at the joke, but soon you both return to silence. When that hallway's shift ends, Loki sighs, getting up and helping you to stand.

"Still can't perform spells?" He asks, already drawing his wand.

"Only if I want to blow things up." You scoff making him laugh.

"Fine, I'll enchant you." He says. When you are transparent, he looks at you with an amused expression. "See you next Saturday, troublemaker?

"Don't worry, I plan on skipping DADA, maybe I'll be here tomorrow." You retort in the same tone before turning to leave.

//-////-//-//-//-//

It takes three more days for Wanda to finally corner you.

You are skipping class in an empty room on the seventh floor, trying to doze off, and almost fall out of your chair with fright when the door opens and Wanda comes in, looking annoyed.

You grunt impatiently, without lifting your face from the desk.

"I told you I needed time." You complain, but tense up when you notice the tears in her eyes as she moves closer to sit at the table next to yours.

" You want to break up with me?" She asks in a whisper and you raise your head immediately, feeling your chest tighten.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda gives a humorless laugh at your expression. "Why are you acting like this is an absurd idea? You've disappeared. You've been avoiding me, not even talking to me anymore."

You shake your head quickly, feeling the urge to cry.

"I don't want to break up with you." You say. "I..I would never want to be away from you."

"You just said you need time away from me." Wanda retorts with annoyance, and you feel your stomach clench as she sighs. "I don't know what's going on with us. And I miss you, but you won't let me near you."

You are exhausted. So you cry.

You rest your head on your arms, and let your sobs fill the silence, hoping that the tears will take this bad feeling away.

It's Wanda's gentle touch on your back that helps.

"Babe, tell me what's wrong." She whispers to you, her tone concerned.

It takes many minutes for you to calm down. But when you do, Wanda holds your hand, kneeling on the floor beside the chair you are in.

"I can't do magic." You breathlessly tell her from crying, "And I can't sleep. I've been sick for weeks, and I'm angry all the time. Healer Cho doesn't know what's wrong with me, but everyone at school seems to have a theory about it. I think I'm going to suffocate, Wanda. I'm messing everything up. Between us, between my family, and at school." You sob as you finish and Wanda shakes her head, her hand coming up to your cheek.

"Don't say that." She urges. "You didn't ruin anything. Hey, look at me. I love you. Your sisters love you, your friends love you. We'll figure out what's going on."

Wanda hugs you tight, and you sob, shaking.

You want to believe her words, so you push the intrusive thoughts away, and believe it.

//-//-//-//

Wanda takes you to a door in that same floor you two were before, but you have never seen that door until that moment.

And you are very surprised to realize that it is a bedroom.

"How...?" You ask confused as she closes the it.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." She says with a smile, pulling you by the hand around. "We hold our Avengers meetings here." She counters and you frown.

"In a bedroom? Interesting choice." You comment and she giggles.

"No, my love." She says. "That's how this room works. It is charmed to meet your needs. That's why I asked you to come in first."

"Oh, that's pretty cool." You say looking around. Wanda smiles at you, and then you both reach the bed. "The room thinks I have to sleep?"

"I do too." Wanda retorts, pushing your shoulders gently for you to sit on the bed. "Go on, nice dreams."

You hesitate. "You gonna leave me here alone?"

Wanda denies with her head, pointing to the chair that probably just magically appeared next to the bed. You frown.

"Can't you sleep in the bed with me?"

She giggles. "We don't have much time for you to sleep. If I lie down, you'll want to kiss me. So I'll be sitting in that armchair, studying as I should." She explains seriously, and you pout.

"Stupid rules." You grumble moving your hands up to her waist. "Lie down with me."

"Babe..."

"Please."

Wanda sighs, then nods. You smile, quickly removing your shoes as she does the same. You quickly adjust yourself on the bed, opening your arms for her to lie on top of you, and she gives a little giggle before doing so.

"Are you cozy, sweetheart?" You murmur against her hair, and Wanda squeezes her arms around you.

"Yeah, your boobs are good pillows." She teases, making you laugh with reddened cheeks.

Your eyes begin to heavy quickly, fatigue catching up with your body relaxed by the comfort of the moment.

"Go to sleep, babe." Wanda whispers. "I'll be here when you wake up."

You smile with your eyes closed, surrendering.

It's the best sleep you've had in weeks.

The problem is that as soon as you start to wake up again, you are feeling sick.

You touch the emptiness in the bed, mumbling softly. When you open your eyes you find Wanda sitting in the armchair, the darkhold in her lap.

"Damn it, Wanda, this book again." You complain in a hoarse voice, but she just sighs.

"Why the attitude?"

"I hate that book." You grumble sitting up in bed, massaging your face lightly. "Why do you keep reading it anyway?"

"It's interesting." She says, closing the item to look at you. "Agatha really told me a lot, but there are also things I didn't know."

"For example?"

Wanda bites her lips, appraising you.

"Scarlet witches are forged, for instance." She says and you frown in confusion. Wanda sighs. "Many powerful witches, born scarlet witches, never got to fulfill their destiny because the forging didn't happen."

You straighten your clothes uncomfortably, pensively.

"What exactly does that mean?"

"What the headmistress did last year was my forging." She clarifies and you swallow dryly, feeling your stomach turn. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you ask confused.

"Everything." She says upset. "I know we've talked about this, but it seems like all I do is cause you problems. With the bond, and with the forge. If Agatha didn't want my powers, she wouldn't have taken you to the dungeon and you wouldn't have suffered."

You poke at the knot of your tie, feeling yourself suffocate slightly. Wanda is speaking, you blink to focus on her words.

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" You ask out of breath, sweating. You blink to find Wanda's concerned gaze on you.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She asks worriedly, her hands around your face.

You feel your head spin, and everything goes dark before you can answer.

//-//-//-//

You smell the scent of grass when you wake up.

Then you blink in confusion, getting used to your surroundings to realize that you are in what looks like a ward bed.

"Hey, all right, take it easy getting up, Miss Stark." Asked Professor Strange with one hand on her shoulder. In the other he held a potion that you imagined he had given you.

"W-what happened?" you mumbled confusedly, sitting up in bed. Only now did you notice Professor Munroe and Wanda standing in front of the bed, both with worried expressions.

"You passed out, but you're better now I imagine." Stephen explained gently, but you were still feeling very weak.

"Professor, she simply blacked out." Wanda commented in a tearful voice. " Don't you have any idea what's wrong?"

Stephen sighed, and then pointed at the chair, the darkhold.

"Where did you get that book?" He asked, and Wanda frowned, taking a step toward the chair in a defensive posture.

"What does that have to do with my question?" she retorted dryly, and Stephen looked at you one last time before standing up.

"There's a reason it's called the Book of the Damned, Miss Maximoff." He says."It damns its readers."

"That's ridiculous." Wanda retorted, crossing her arms. "I've been reading it for weeks and nothing has happened."

"Not with you."

Wanda hesitates, widening her eyes. And then she takes a step back, swallowing her cry as she reaches out to grab the book and hand it to Stephen.

She turns her gaze back to you, and lets the tears fall.

"I am truly sorry." She says with a mixture of guilt and shame before turning to leave the room.

You call out to her about three times, but she leaves and you don't have the strength to go after her.

"Damn, couldn't I have said that in a different way?" You complain angrily to Stephen, who just sighs, exchanging a look with Professor Munroe. "How come you two are here anyway?"

"It was Wanda." Professor Ororo replies. "She asked the room for someone trustworthy to help her with you. Then there was a door opening in the potions room. Stephen was there with me, and we both came."

"Great." You mutter annoyed, thinking about how you are going to talk to Wanda and convince her that you were not angry with her. "Would either of you happen to know how to make me better now?"

"Sure." Stephen comments by raising the book in the air, and with a wave of his hand, the item dissolves into several pieces until it is gone. "I didn't destroy it, if that's what you're thinking. I just put it away, to prevent something like that from happening again."

"Congratulations." You grumble wryly as you straighten up in bed, the same migraine from before is now weaker, but it's still there.

"You know, you had a better attitude when you didn't have a magical doom on your spirit." Stephen complains, causing you to frown, but Professor Ororo gives a chuckle.

"Thanks professor." You comment wryly, making him laugh. He sits back down beside your bed, and pulls out of the cover a small notebook.

"Now that Miss Maximoff has stopped reading the book, I suppose you will get better." Stephen says, making you sigh.

"You suppose? That's encouraging." You say moving to stand up.

"Where are you going, Miss Stark? You need to rest." Warn the professor, but you ignore him, and ignore the weakness in your body as well.

"What I need, Strange, is for people to stop lying to me."

"No one is lying, Miss Stark." Professor Ororo states next. "We really don't know the extent of the magic the darkhold carries."

"And why is that I imagine?" You sneer. "Because someone omitted the truth from you, and it's been passed down for generations, isn't it? Well, that's over now. Because we've finally studied everything in this place, including a book that condemns anyone who reads it." You exclaim impatiently, stooping down to put on your shoes. "If you two will excuse me, I'll figure out how to get better on my own. But first I'm going to explain to my girlfriend that none of this is her fault."

Ororo and Stephen are silent, but you wouldn't have been paying attention to anything they said anyway.

Soon you are up and out of the requirement room looking for Wanda.

//-//-//-//

She seems to have disappeared from the castle, so you must concentrate to use your instincts.

The hardest part is dodging the aurors, but you finally reach the astronomy tower.

You're a little out of breath from the run, but it's the image of Wanda standing on the edge, the sunlight in her hair that leaves you breathless.

"Hi." You say in a low tone, your hands in your pockets as you approach. She startles slightly, wiping away tears as she keeps her gaze forward.

"What do you want here?" she asks in a husky voice. You sigh.

"That you stop hating yourself and listen to me." You say and she lets out a short laugh.

"And what do you think you can say?" She questions turning her body toward you. "All I do is hurt you."

You shake your head, but Wanda lets out a tearful laugh.

"No you don't understand." She says. "Since I met you, you have only brought me good things. Affection, happiness, hope. You've been that kind warm feeling that I need on my worst days. Hell, you're even the memory for me to cast a patronus." She confesses with emotion, her face wet with tears. "But me? All I bring you is pain and suffering. And now I even bring sickness. This is wrong, I hurt you. You need to see this, and understand that we can no longer happen."

"Don't say that." You ask, reaching up to touch her face, wipe away her tears. "That's not true, Wanda. I love you, you make me..."

"Stop it." She interrupts with a sob. "Don't make it any harder than it already is."

"Please, Wanda, listen to me." You plead, resting your forehead on hers, your hands on her cheeks. "You make me happy, you are the only thing that makes me happy, I love you, please..."

Wanda kisses you hard, and you respond with the same intensity, both of you gasping into each other's mouths.

But then she is pulling away, thrusting you farther apart.

"I'm sorry." She cries, taking a step back. "We're over."

And she's running away again, and this time you don't go after her.

//-//-//-//-//

Without Darkhold's being consumed, you really start to improve in terms of physical health.

The only problem is the emotional ditch you find yourself in.

Gamora, Nebula and Mantis find you, again in the Room of Requirement, skipping class.

"My god this is worse than last time." Gamora remarks as she looks around at the mess of junk food and pillows. The room had been transformed into a "comfortable place", which basically had the appearance of a living room, with several soft armchairs, and lots of unhealthy food. "Why did you guys break up this time?"

"Please don't talk to me." You grumbled, your voice coming out muffled because you were lying on two soft puffs, your face buried in the pillow, your hand inside a bag of muggles snacks.

"I bet you five bucks they'll be back together before the end of the month." Nebula commented and you sniffled against your pillow, hearing a noise that sounded like Gamora hitting her sister.

"We talked to Wanda." Mantis said. "And with Professor Stephen, too. We're sorry about everything, but have you decided you're not going to study anymore?"

"I don't care about school." You grumble against the pillow. "Leave me alone, I want to cry."

Nebula gives a short laugh, and Gamora elbows her.

"Stop hitting me, you crazy." Nebula complains loudly, moving away from her sister to approach you, taking the bag of snacks you have, and making you complain softly. "And you stop being such a drama queen. Aren't you two like soul mates or some shit? It's just a fight, you'll work it out. You're acting like you've never broken up before."

"Your sensitivity is admirable." Gamora scoffs, pushing her sister away to sit next to you, stroking your back until you look up at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

You feel the urge to cry arise again. "Wanda thinks she is bad for me." You say. "And she doesn't want to be with me anymore, and I want to die."

You start crying again, stuffing your face into the pillow as Gamora strokes your hair.

"How did this happen anyway?" Nebula asks, confused, chewing on salty snacks."You barely slept at home over the summer to be with her, and now you guys are breaking up. It's hard to keep up with this relationship."

"Merlin, Nebula shut up." Gamora asks impatiently, and her sister raises her hands in surrender with an ironic expression. You want to scream against your pillow, but all you do is try to control your crying.

"You can't keep disappearing, sweetheart." Gamora says as she runs her hands through your hair, trying to calm you down. "Kaecilius has already noticed. He's trying to figure out where you're going, and eventually he'll figure it out since you can't stay here forever."

"Maybe I can." You mumble making Gamora laugh softly.

"Come on, I'm sure you miss a decent meal." She says. "Why don't you join us for lunch?"

"I can't sit at your table."

"Who said anything about a table?"

This is how you end up on the edge of the great lake, at a picnic.

Mantis gets several dishes from the house elves, and since lunch is a free social hour, nobody seems to mind that you are eating outside.

Your sisters are not the only students who, over time, have learned ways around school rules.

You grumble slightly as you feel the sun on your face, but lie back on the grass, closing your eyes.

Your mind wanders back to last summer immediately, the memories of Wanda, and you feel horrible. You just want her back. And then you swallow the urge to cry again to accept the juice Mantis offers you.

"We wanted to tell you that we've found a way to help you, too." Gamora says after a moment, causing you to raise your eyebrow. "About the darkhold, and the eternal damnation thing."

"Light topic." You sneer, throwing your arm over your face. The day is hot. "I appreciate the help, of course."

Gamora giggles. "Merlin, I had forgotten how grumpy you get when you're upset."

"I'm not upset, Gamora." You retort angrily. "I'm frustrated."

"Sexually." Nebula sneers, making you grunt in anger, but Mantis holds back a laugh.

"What's your problem with my feelings lately?" You accuse the girl with irritation.

"Not everything is about you, you know." She retorts and you sit up quickly, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Nebula laughs, rolling her eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a war going on." She says. "We're all stressed and scared. And the three of us have been in the same classes as you, having to watch the same things. But you only have time for Wanda. And now you've broken up, again, because there's some mortal danger, again, that she's caused for you. So, I don't know, but maybe she is right to break up. Ever since you guys started dating everything has been about her, and the trouble she causes!"

"Fuck you, Nebula!" You exclaim angrily, advancing against the girl in front of you. Gamora and Mantis quickly separate you.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Gamora shoves you. "Were you really going to hit her?"

"Fuck this." You curse angrily, taking a step away. "I didn't ask any of you to come after me. I don't need you. I just need Wanda. Fucking leave me alone."

You turn back to the castle, cursing the wild on your way.

//-//-//-//

Loki is the only friend you have now.

You wouldn't call him a friend exactly.

Kaecilius has put you in detention for three days a week, including Saturday, but mostly you just clean the castle. But when he takes you to the seventh floor, and makes you scrape sentences against your own skin, you don't worry about being alone anymore, because Loki is always on that floor.

It takes a week for you to tell him about the requirement room.

" You could have mentioned it earlier, we would have stuck around here." He comments without sounding upset.

Soon it doesn't take long for you two to start seeing each other even when you're not in detention.

You are not surprised that Loki also skips classes, he has always been quite mischievous, but the reason is different from yours.

He knew dark magic. Much more than you or your classmates. And he has no interest in practicing it in class.

"It's stupid." He comments as you are sitting in the armchairs. "Most people will never have the courage or willpower to cast a death curse. It's useless to learn."

"Is that the only reason you don't agree with the teaching at Hogwarts now?" You ask in surprise, setting up the chessboard for yourself as Loki shrugs his shoulders.

"I feel like you're judging me, Hufflepuff." He sneers but you smile, rolling your eyes.

"Honestly, I don't give a damn."

And you really didn't care.

Wanda was avoiding you in the halls, and you were doing the same with your friends and family.

When Iron delivered the mail to the Slytherin table, including Nebula's birthday presents, you wanted to throw up, but all you did was walk away from the Hufflepuff table toward the requirement room.

Without the darkhold, you didn't feel sick, but the anger didn't go away.

Your magic hadn't stabilized, and you were failing at everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to worry about it.

Erik wrote to you, commenting on the importance of you and Wanda practicing magical balancing together, and you burned the letter while crying on the carpet.

And at this rate, time went by.

It was almost the middle of the school year when things started to take a turn for the worse at Hogwarts, and in the wizarding war as well.

Mephisto is getting stronger, and the order is losing. And Kaecillius must be under some pressure from the ministry, maybe for answers from organizations like the Avengers, which are forbidden, because his detentions get too horrible.

It is Saturday again, and you drag yourself to the room where you are supposed to fulfill your detention, but unlike the other days, Kaecillius locks the door.

You only notice because he seems tense and distracted, and there is no feather or book.

"Professor, what will my punishment be today?" You ask confused, and he is nodding to the center of the room as he stands in front of the desk, a few feet from you.

"Miss Stark, today I want to ask some questions and I expect honesty." He declines as he turns to you.

You hiss softly, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Shoot."

Kaecillius doesn't even mind your lack of formality, looking at you with an impassive face.

"What is Mephisto's location?"

You choke in surprise and disbelief. "Excuse me? Why do you think I know that?"

"The ministry has reason enough to suspect that the Order of the Avengers is nothing more than a cover for the death walkers.Your brother, whom I had suspected of being part of that order of delinquents, is no longer at Hogwarts, but you will have to serve." He speaks and with each word you become more outraged. "Now answer me, where is Mephisto?"

" Did you just fucking call my brother a delinquent?" You mutter incredulously. "I have no idea where Mephisto is, what's your problem?"

But you widen your eyes when the professor draws his wand, and you barely have time to swallow dry before the spell hits you in the chest.

It's the cruciatus curse. You know the second it hits you. The sharp pain fills every cell in your body and you scream, not having the strength to stand or with your eyes open, hugging yourself.

"We must not tell lies, Miss Stark." Kaecillius says as soon as he stops enchanting you, the pain disappears in the same instant, but you continue to tremble.

In complete shock and fear, you sob.

"I will ask you again, where is Mephisto?"

You let the tears flow, and shake your head. "I don't know, professor."

Kaecillius lets out a sigh of disappointment. "Some cases are more difficult than others." He comments somberly, taking a step toward her. "Did you know that the record for enduring the Cruciatus curse before madness is six hours? Incredible, isn't it? It happened during the first war, with a muggleborn. You're a half-blood, maybe you can take longer"

He has a devilish grin as he finishes, and you clench your jaw at the threat.

"I don't know where Mephisto is." You repeat, but the professor points his wand at you again.

"My bet is seven hours."

And then the pain returns.

You don't know how long you stay in that room.

But it is long enough for your consciousness to begin to fade. The pain gets so severe that it gradually fades away. You begin to gasp breathlessly, not even able to scream anymore.

Someone help me. Please, help me. Help me. Wanda.

Between the tears you see the floor of the room, and between a twinge of pain, a red light. And everything is dark again.

//-//-//

“Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Warcraft and Wizard is arrested in flagrant by aurors from the ministry of magic this week, full coverage on page..."

You blink confusedly, your eyes getting used to the clarity, while the headline of the Daily Prophet was the first thing your vision caught.

And then you shifted in bed, realizing that you were in a hospital room , and whoever was reading next to you put the paper down when they heard you, and you could behold the curious look on your brother's face.

"Tony?" you whispered confused, and he smiled as he stood up quickly, the newspaper forgotten on the armchair.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked as his hand reached for the loose strands of hair on your face and put them back. "You scared the hell out of me."

"What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

You thought, and then sighed, closing your eyes for a moment.

"Kaecilius."

Tony bit his lip nervously before speaking.

"I'm sorry." He said, lowering his hand to his own. "I came here as soon as I got the howler from Professor Strange, but honestly, I didn't even need it, because all the newspapers are talking about it."

"What...?" You started in confusion, but Tony hurried to explain.

"Wanda found you, Y/N." He told. "She, well, wasn't exactly happy about the whole thing. I think she lost control. Kaecilius is lucky to be alive if you ask me. She almost destroyed the seventh floor, it was a huge mess. And then the aurors interfered, and soon there were reporters everywhere. I guess now everyone knows she's a scarlet witch."

You widened your eyes, straightening to sit up and grumbling a little in pain. Tony looked at you with concern, asking you to take it easy, but you were already asking about Wanda.

"She's at the ministry of magic." He clarified. "Kaecilius is going on trial for torturing a student, and she will answer for putting everyone in danger."

" What?" you ask incredulously, and Tony sighs.

"Yeah I know it's unfair." He says. "But the minister of magic seems to be looking everywhere for people to blame for his lack of control. The problem is how much of that information will get to Mephisto. The whole ministry seems to be full of walkers."

You ran your hand across your face, frustrated.

"I'm so tired, Tony." You confess in a whisper. "It feels like everything is falling apart around me, and things are only getting worse."

Tony squeezes your hand. "I'm sorry, I really am. This whole situation sucks, and I wanted to help you. I'm trying, sister. I haven't been talking to you as much as I should, but I didn't want you to think you're alone. I'm working on breaking the bond. To free you and Wanda from the prophecy, and the wizarding world from dangers like Mephisto. I'm sorry I haven't been by your side."

You swallow your cry, and nod, trying to smile at Tony. He reaches up to hug you, and you gasp softly, taking a few seconds to relax and let the tears flow.

When you calm down, Tony tells you that he is going to get a Mediwizards to check your situation.

You lie down again, sighing softly. The memories come back with full force, and you choke softly, feeling your body tremble.

It's as if you can feel the curse again, sense the pain on your skin. Opening your eyes and shaking the memories away, you swallow dryly and reach for the glass of water on the nightstand.

You just want Wanda by your side telling you that everything is going to be okay.

//-//-//-//-//

You stay under observation for two days.

Doctor Hank makes a joke about you enjoying St.Mungus more than you should since you keep coming back, but Tony doesn't laugh.

Then you' re going back to Hogwarts by train, because the doctor thinks you shouldn't use magical means of transportation for a few days, and it's weird to take the empty express, but as soon as you arrive at the station, Gamora and Nebula are waiting for you with boxes of candy bought in Hogsmeade, and tight hugs.

You are not surprised by the stares you receive from the other students, but you ignore them as your sisters escort you around the castle to the Hufflepuff communal hall.

"Did you get to talk to Wanda?" Gamora asks as soon as you sit down on your bed, sighing with exhaustion from the train ride. The mention of the other sorceress' name doesn't help.

"Not yet." You say. "And I wouldn't be surprised to hear that she's ignoring me."

Nebula exchanges a look with her sister before sitting down on Mantis' bed, who is hugging her knees and looking at you.

"Honestly, I just want to finish this year without any more problems." You confess as you take off your jacket. And there is a moment of silence before you swallow dryly. "I also wanted to apologize to you guys."

Gamora frowns slightly, but says nothing. You take a deep breath.

"I know I was under the influence of an evil book, but that was still no excuse for treating you guys like that." You begin. "Tony told me about how things are in the wizarding world. Everyone is going through something, and it was selfish of me to think that only my problems matter. I'm sorry."

"Really, Y/N, it's okay." Nebula says, surprising you a bit. "We were all stressed, and well, I think an evil book is a pretty fair excuse." She jokes, making you smile. "Maybe things will get a little better now that Strange is the director."

"Oh, that's right" You comment just then remembering the things Tony updated you on while you were at St.Mungus. Like Kaecillius' resignation, and the position being passed on to Professor Stephen. "But honestly, I won't be at peace until I hear from Wanda."

"The trial isn't until Friday. And the way things are going, we won't get any news until it's over." Gamora warned as she sat down on the bed next to you. "I think the Maximoffs are probably too busy to write."

"What do you think will happen to Wanda?" You ask as you tug at the loose strands of the comforter. Mantis sighs lightly.

"I don't have a good feeling about things, Y/N." She confesses and you frown in concern. "And the stars never lie."

"Thank you, Mantis." You mock softly, and Gamora runs her hands through her hair.

"Let's not be pessimistic, okay?" she says. "Maybe the predictions are about, I don't know, the school finals? It doesn't mean something bad is really going to happen."

You grumble unhappily, grabbing a pillow and sinking your face into it. Gamora strokes your back.

"I'm sure things will work out, Y/N." She says. "Wanda will write as soon as she can."

"Do you guys think Kaecilius will be sent to Azkaban?" Nebula asks next, making you raise your head curiously.

"I wouldn't be so sure." You grumble. "I was actually surprised that he was put on trial at all."

"Well, with the whole mess that happened, it was bound to happen." Gamora said. "More than half the school became aware that he used the cruciatus curse on you, and then the daily prophet. And I didn't even know they were in the castle."

"It was because of Wanda really, wasn't it?" Mantis added. "Kaecillius caused his own ruin. He called the journalists to show what he called progress and decided to torture a student while they were in the castle. Then Wanda destroyed the entire floor and the next morning his arrest was all over the pages."

"I'm just really outraged to know that if no one had seen it, he would probably still be at Hogwarts." Gamora says angrily, and you sigh, agreeing as well as the others.

"Well, you must be hungry, shall we go to the great hall? It's almost dinner time." Gamora comments next, pulling you by the hand. You grumble softly, but agree, and soon you are leaving the communal hall to join the rest of the students.

//-//-//-//-//

You are tapping your fingers gently against the desk as you wait for the History of Magic class to begin.

It is Friday, finally.

You have barely slept because of anxiety about news of Wanda's trial.

Things at Hogwarts have changed a lot this week, all because of Strange's administration.

He restored the old classes, banned the teaching of dark magic, the scandal at the Daily Prophet being enough of an argument that the Minister of Magic no longer had a defense over this kind of teaching at Hogwarts. The restricted session of the library was also put back, and the seventh floor was off-limits because of the destruction Wanda caused, and you unfortunately lost access to the Requirement room.

Mantis was writing what looked like a lunar calendar for the divination class while Professor Okoye didn't arrive, and you started whistling distractedly.

And then Thor Odinson was poking you in the back to get your attention, and you turned around in your chair.

"Hi, Stark, what's up?"

"Fine." You grumbled suspiciously. "Can I help you with something?"

Thor looked almost unsure. "I was just wondering if you know of anything going on with Loki."

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I mean if you know if he's sick or something." He explains. "We had a fight, and well, he's not talking to me. And I've noticed that you guys have been kind of close lately, and I was curious if you knew anything and..."

"No, Thor, I'm sorry." You interrupt with a sigh. "Maybe you should ask him that."

Thor assumes a sad expression. "I would, but he's ignoring me. I think it might be about our mother."

You make a confused expression, and Thor looks surprised.

"Our mother, she...died earlier this year, Y/N." Thor counters, and you widen your eyes. "Our family is a name of reference against Mephisto. With the war, the walkers came to our home. She was there while we were here, and Dad was at the ministry."

"I'm so sorry, Thor." You whisper to him, still shocked by the information. He shrugged.

"I thought Loki told you."

"We don't talk about things like that, I guess." You say. "Sorry, I wish I knew how to help you."

"No, it's okay." Thor says with a sad smile. "You being his friend this year is more than enough. I don't like seeing him all alone out here."

You nod lightly, settling into your chair as you notice the teacher entering the room.

Mantis exchanges a look of understanding with you, having overheard the conversation even if accidentally, but she says nothing, and soon you are hearing about the witch hunt in the United States, and you try to focus on that rather than curiosity about how Wanda's trial is going or Loki's current emotional state.

//-//-/-//-//-//

As soon as lunchtime begins, you join the Slytherin table, where some of the students have placed a radio on the table, equally with other students from the other houses, to listen to the trial.

You are not surprised that a student's trial is such an interesting topic for everyone, but after the school started talking about Wanda being a scarlet witch, and the theories circulating around the halls, it was to be expected.

So you sit back while biting your fingertips and listening.

"And now directly from the Ministry of Magic, the trial of seventeen-year-old witch Wanda Maximoff, daughter of legendary witch Erik L-"

Your attention is slightly diverted from the narrative when loud laughter catches your ears.

They are Gryffindor and Slytherin students, exchanging coins. You don't need to hear the conversation to know they are gambling about the trial, the mean laughter and glances in the direction of you and your sisters are enough.

And as if she could feel your growing fury, Gamora touches your shoulder gently.

"Just ignore them, Y/N." She urges and you clench your jaw. " Everything is going to be okay with Wanda."

"I hope you're right, Gamora." You grumble, turning your attention back to the radio.

The narration of the newspaper is generic, and you discover that the audience has been closed off to the reporters.

You take a deep breath, concentrating.

No strange feeling, so Wanda is safe.

You wonder if Erik and Pietro are by her side during the whole thing.

It is only at the end of lunchtime that you have the result.

"It's amazing how things unfold in the ministry this afternoon." Counted the reporter with almost excitement. "After a unanimous vote, the witch Wanda Maximoff was found guilty of endangering her fellow students by not registering as a scarlet witch to the ministry of magic, after it was proven that her father, the sorcerer Erik Lehnsherr knew of her condition, as well as the affiliation with the criminal, Agatha Harkness was also mentioned. The ministry finally decided on Wanda Maximoff's expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding"

You felt your stomach plummet.

And everything became a little muffled around you, a soft whistle in your ear. You think Gamora and Nebula were calling for you, but you were getting up, feeling the room getting too small.

Stumbling out, you loosened the knot of your tie, finally stopping in the courtyard as you leaned your body against a pillar.

Wanda had been expelled from Hogwarts, publicly exposed as a Scarlet Witch, and tried as a criminal. You wondered if they would break her wand. Banned wizards led horrible lives.

Your sisters and friends caught up with you quickly, and you let them hug you.

In a few minutes Director Strange is catching up with you as well, and you release Gamora's grip to talk to him.

"Professor, I need to..."

"You cannot leave Hogwarts, Miss Stark." He interrupts with a wave of his hands and you frown in confusion, ready to protest but he is already speaking. "Tony sent a patronus as soon as the results came out, he already figured you'd want to see Miss Maximoff. The ministry is a mess, and Wanda will be staying with her father there for the minister's final decisions. You should stay here, where you are safe."

"That's not fair!" You squawk angrily. "Wanda needs me, I must-"

"She needs you to be safe." He interrupts again seriously, and then lowers his tone slightly as he notices the curious looks of the surrounding students. "Be rational, Miss Stark. Now that the Wizarding community knows the nature of Wanda's powers, how long before Mephisto has enough information and discovers your identity as protector."

You swallow dryly, clenching your fists begrudgingly. Stephen is right. You look away, and he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Wanda will be fine, even without her NEWTS, she is an extraordinary witch." He says. "And the year is coming to an end, soon you will be able to see her again."

"She needs me now." You grumble annoyed, turning away from the professor's touch. He looks at you for a moment and then clears his throat.

"I'll see what I can do, Miss Stark." He says."In the meantime, focus on your studies, and be careful."

You frown at Stephen's words, but he is already turning and leaving before you can ask.

As you turn to your friends, Gamora has a worried look on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asks, and you sigh, agreeing to hug her again as you mumble no.

"I can feel how upset she is, Gamora." You grumble against your sister's shirt, wishing you could hug Wanda now. Gamora squeezes you against her arms, and you thank her for her intention even if it isn't enough.

The next few days are like a blur for you.

Many letters arrive, as do many editions of the Daily Prophet.

When the picture of the day Wanda's wand was broken comes out on the front page and you see her tired face, you have to run out of the common room to keep from crying in front of your colleagues.

Everyone writes to you, even Carol, everyone but the Maximoffs.

It is frustrating, and honestly, it breaks your heart in many ways.

The news of a Scarlet Witch after a century is almost as bombastic as Mephisto's return, and you're not surprised that many of your colleagues would start to comment on the possibility of Wanda working with him or against him.

It's overwhelming how everyone talks about her, but all you can feel is how much you miss her around the castle, around you.

You couldn't even remember that your magic is stable, and with everything that has happened, you haven't had time to figure out how to fix things.

Stephen tried to help, but he didn't know what was going on. At least the theoretical part of magic you were able to master, and you hoped to get at least an acceptable score in some subjects.

Only almost a week and a half after the trial, Professor Strange interrupts the potions class to talk to you.

Ignoring the curious stares and whispers of your classmates, you ask Professor Munroe to excuse you, and leave the room.

"What is wrong, professor?" You ask curiously as you close the door, watching Stephen with his hands in his pockets.The dungeons feel emptier without the ministry aurors around the castle.

"Saturday, in the Astronomy tower, nine-thirteen at night." He says as he hands you a small gold key, causing you to frown in confusion. "You will have exactly one hour, Miss Stark. Not a second more."

You stare at the object in your hand, and understand. A portal key. To Wanda.

"Thank you, Professor." You say, and Stephen nods before leaving.

You turn back to potions, the object in your pocket. You could barely contain your anxiety.

//-//-//-//-//-//-//

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Death By Bagel

NCT Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader Summary: Mark makes a cake cause he's realized he can't lose you to some f-boy. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, childhood au, college au, slowish burn, slight cursing, reallllly fluffy, some broksi-dude action, typos sksksksks, etc.

R E Q U E S T my friend: mark lee, slow burn, friends to lovers

A/N: I wrote a fic that already had like 1k+ word then I LOST IT (i think i deleted it) thus this. It took me 10 years to write this msmsmkskskks. PLEASE TUMBLR IS MESSING WITH ME AND MIXED UP THE ORDER OF SOME OF THE DIALOGUE

“As a doctor, I don’t think you should be doing that,” Mark says, not even bothering to look at his patient seated rudely on the floor. Oop, he’s lying down now.

Mark huffs and looks up from the clay block he was molding on his tray, “YOU’RE SO UNPROFESSIONAL!”

Mark’s mother nearly spits out her coffee upon hearing the words of his five-year-old son. Her husband snorts, “He got that from you.”

The woman throws a look at the man and was supposed to give a snarky retort, up until the sound of the doorbell ringing. She grins from ear-to-ear and dashes to get the door.

When she comes back to the living room, she’s accompanies by another woman and a tiny version of her.

“Markie! Say hello to your Auntie!” Mark’s mom calls.

Mark from the carpeted floor looks up and blinks, examining the stranger-woman and its human-ling. Mark turns to his father who was sat on the couch and receives a nod of approval almost. Mark purses his lips and waves at the woman.

The woman waves back and then crouches down to the little girl, “Baby, say hello to Mark.”

Unwilling, she shakes her head.

“Aw come on, baby. Don’t be shy. Mark over there is a really sweet boy. I knew him when he was in his mommy’s tummy, just like Mark’s mom knew you when you were in mine. You’re the same age so you’ll get along just fine.”

With the unnecessary explanation that gave no justification to the scene whatsoever out of the way, the girl was fooled into peeping up, “Hi, Mark.”

“Hello,” Mark says, not particularly interested, as his patient was still in the midst of dying in his office. He turned to his stuffed toy called Mr. Lion and attempted to stand him up once more.

At this point, the girl makes her way to Mark.

“We’ll be back in two hours, honey. Keep an eye on the children,” Mrs. Lee tells his husband who had been occupied with TV the entire time.

“Yeah. I got this,” he smiles to his wife then goes back to watching.

The bumble bee clad figure sat down to Mark in blue and watched him play.

Mark ignored her for a few seconds, needing to assert all efforts on standing that dumb toy up. Once successful, Mark turns to her, “Do you play doctors?”

Mark was then met with the same lack on enthusiasm. She hums, “I like playing baker doctor.”

All at once, Mark gasps, “ME TOO!”

It was unbeknownst to the children it was oddly specific and the chance of this happening was pretty slim.

And in a blink of an eye, excited giggles erupt in the room, as if they had been having so much fun before this scene. It was here and there the two would become best friends to the very end.

... so I guess it means the reckoning is upon us.

“MARK LEE I SWEAR TO THE FU--” “WHAT! WHAT!?” Mark laughs.

"YOU ATE MY BAGEL! AGAIN!" I growl in a loud whisper, throwing the wrapper at him and his flat head before he could think to dodge it while he annoyingly laughs.

"I asked if I could have it though!" he says, fully knowing his sins.

I glared at him and say lowly, "I thought you were referring to my notes, bread for brains."

Mark snorts loud enough for our teacher to wake up from his nap. Once the class notices, we all pretend to be doing something productive and Mark plays it off with a cough.

"Mr. Lee." Mr. Kim says sternly, clicking his tongue, blinking his eyes rapidly.

Mark finishes coughing and turns to our seated professor, "Yes sir."

"Don't go to school if you're sick and going to cause a racket with your coughing."

Mark nods firmly and Mr. Kim closes his eyes again, mumbling, "page 65 is due tomorrow."

The entire class grumbles. Mark beside me scoffs and makes a face, "Yeah, yeah, Doyoung."

I turn to him and elbow his side.

"Whatever," Mark shakes his head, "professor bunny-teeth won't hear me."

Once class ended, we both get our things and head out for lunch. We walk to our canteen, fussing over assignments, deciding we should do it together later in our mutually free period.

I groan and narow your eyes at him as we have an argument over how he hasn't finished the essay for English, "That's not the point."

"Yo Mark!" a voice calls from afar. Mark and I turn, looking for the voice, and I spot the dimpled senior, Jung Jaehyun, in a table with the rest of his squad.

I nudge Mark and point at the pale guy seated by the corner.

Mark throws him a smile and waves. I follow closely behind him as he walks over to the table. "We're going to sit with them?" I say in some sort of gasp.

"Yeah." Mark replies simply, not bothering to turn to me, "they're cool."

I knit my brows at that and nod, "Yeah I know. But I'm not cute today."

Mark stops in his tracks and throws me a confused look, "what?"

"I didn't put any make-up on today, also I'm pretty sure there's a visible stain somewhere on my jacket, I just don't remember where."

Mark scrunches his face up again, even more confused. "What? How do you... forget a stai-- that's not the point. Why do you wanna look cute today?" He scoffs and continues lowly, "hardly as if you ever look cute."

I let out an annoyed groan and punch Mark's shoulder. "Like when you panicked when Seulgi came over and asked for notes."

Mark openes his mouth, "That is so not the same! Jaehyun's a fuck bo-"

"Just shut up already," I snap and shove him forward so he'd continue walking. "Let's not keep him waiting," I add and mumble, "also I know. Dong Sicheng however is very cute."

Mark chuckles, "he's dated every girl on the dance team."

"Okay, maybe not that cute."

"Ya, Mark," Jaehyun grins and greets the said person with a high-five and chest bump. He turns to me and speaks my name with a smile. I smile back politely and wave.

I'm about to sit next to Sicheng, but Mark shoves me and so I end up sitting on the other side of the bench table with Jaehyun. I turn to Jaehyun with a small, non-awkward smile and shoot Mark a glare. He seems unbothered though.

"So, you up for a round later?" Jaehyun asks Mark.

Mark talks over me, "you know it, dude."

Jaehyun flashes his dimple smile all the stupid girls fall for. I'm only half falling for it cause I'm only half stupid. He raises his brows, "you bought the dough, right?"

This makes me knit my brows.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I really did this time," Mark mumbles quickly. "It's my turn anyway."

Jaehyun gives an off look, "that's literally what you said last time bro."

"Yo, no for real. It's in my bag, if you wanna check."

Jaehyun shakes his head when Mark begins to scramble for it, "no, Lee, it's good. We wouldn't want you friend to get dirty."

Is it just me or do you feel slimey all of a sudden?

Jaehyun then gives me a somewhat, somehow sincere smile, "so. I hear you're in fashion design."

I give a soft chuckle, "yeah. That's me."

"I could tell from a mile away. Mark looks horrible next to your getup."

I look down at my sweater and ripped jeans. Mark exclaims in protest, "shut the hell up, Jae."

I give a soft smile at Jaehyun, "don't know where that comes from but thanks I guess."

Jaehyun chuckles, "I'm kidding," he eyes Mark, "I saw your Fashion Design pin on your bag when you sat down."

"Oooohhhh, haha, okay, that makes sense."

"Ya, Jeff," Sicheng calls for Jaehyun, "it's almost time."

Jaehyun turns to his friend and nods. He turns back to me and Mark, "well, it's nice to meet you. Mark won't put a sock in it even if I beg. See you around, fashionista."

He stands and slaps Mark's back, "see ya later, broski."

"Yeah, bruh," Mark replies.

Once it's just Mark and I, I snap at him and blurt out in a whisper yell, "YOU'RE ON BROSKI LEVEL WITH JUNG JAEHYUN?!"

Mark gives me a weird face, "bruh, I think he calls the principal broski, for real."

I smack Mark, making him whine, "you know what I'm talking about, Mark! And what, are you doing drugs?!?"

He shakes his head in confusion, "Wait, what!? Who the hell told you that?"

"Uhhhhh you were talking about dough and showing up later. Sounds like you owe him money for drugs, Mark."

"??? In what universe did we even mention drugs?? Does this," he slaps his face, "look like a face of a drug addict to you?"

"A gullible idiot maybe."

Mark's jaw drops, "oh wow, okay. I'm done with this conversation." He proceeds to stand attempt to walk away. I scoff, "not on my watch bitch."

Like the true idiot that he is, Mark begins to legit run away from me, like a criminal who stole my cookies. It's embarrassing that he, a man much taller than I, could not even outrun me. I suppose I should be grateful, but this just fortifies my thoughts of him being an idiot even more.

But okay... I wasn't actually expecting this... like... Mark and Jaehyun... like... actually baking bread after school with dough Mark premade at home. Also, uh, Jaehyun looks super cute in an apron that I'm having a mental breakdown. And what's new, so does Mark.

"I can't believe you thought I was a drug dealer," Jaehyun says in a soft pout as he rolls out dough on the marble counter of his friggin large kitchen in his friggin large house. Like dang, I knew he was rich, but he's like Rich™ Rich. Rich with a golden diamond encrusted Rolex watch rich that's in a glass display rich-- wtf.

Mark wheezes in his telltale high pitched laugh as he opens a pack of unsweetened chocolate pellets, "she thought dough was some sort of metaphor or something."

"Cute," they say at the same time. Mark turns to Jaehyun in slight surprise and Jaehyun turns to me. I roll my eyes, though I feel my neck burn. I avert my attention to the scene I was sketching on my pad, Jaehyun and Mark baking croissants. I clear my throat, "I'm just making use of the single braincell between us, cause if he doesn't die falling down the stairs, he's gonna pull some idiotic stuff like baking with Jung Jaehyun."

Oddly, it's Mark that reacts to that with a, "hey!"

Jaehyun rubs his chin on his shoulder, "I also can't believe you think so little of me.'

I break a sweat but decide to answer honestly, "... ... ... You have a reputation."

"Of being a fuck boy?"

Mark loudly transfers the chocolates into a metal bowl, making the two of us snap at him. Mark makes a face, "oh gosh, sorry."

Jaehyun sighs, "well. I admit I get around, but that's only because I get dumped every time."

I raise a brow.

Jaehyun purses his lips, "nah, let's not make this weird. The croissants will be flat."

"Dude," Mark turns to him, "that's literally only because you messed up the recipe."

Jaehyun grits his teeth, "no. It's because Kun's a little teacher's pet and sabotaged me so he could get the best grade."

"No, but like Kun is really nice, he helped me with the fold techinique."

Jaehyun scoffs, "He stole me vanilla extract, Mark. Who does that?!"

"No, listen, he's cool, like, for real--"

"No, you listen, he's a little shit and--"

The two begin to bicker like a married couple, and I begin to draw inspiration form the scene to design some random sketches of wedding dresses.

I look back to the two and still can't get over the fact that I learned Jaehyun was a culinary arts major with my best friend, and that I was currently in the Jung's boojie home because I thought Mark was buying drugs from him. Not what I was expecting at all my day to go like, but I'm not mad this is how it went.

"No, no, no, no," Jaehyun says. He turns to me and points, "let's just get an outside opinion. Babe, what's your favorite color?"

"BABE?!" Mark barks.

I take a moment to reply. I blink slowly, "uhh... pink?"

Jaehyun bites his lower lip and claps his flour covered hands, "Right. Pink croissants it is."

Mark shoots him a glare and turns to me, back to Jaehyun, "she has a name."

Jaehyun nods, "yeah, and she wants pink croissants."

Mark makes a face and Jaehyun examines it, chuckling under his breath. "Wah, you two are something, huh."

No one really responds.

We began to always eat lunch with Jaehyun and his friends. It's funny cause I realized Jaehyun, although I still firmly believed he was out to get nasty with every other girl he sees, he was actually just like Mark. A total loser with a love for cooking.

"Hey," Mark says with a snippy tone.

I give him a look and suddenly receive a paper bag to my face. Mark sits on his chair next to me, as per usual. I smell the thing before I realize what it is. It's a freshly baked bagel. I perk up and smile, "Aw, you baked me a bagel?"

Mark raises his upper lip, "no. Jaehyun did."

I knit my brows, "what? Why?"

Mark narrows his brows, "do you, like, like him?"

I give him a look. I take a bite of the bagel, making Mark look at me in disbelief. I answer, "You do know I only hang with him cause you do, right?"

"Then why'd you eat the bagel then?"

"Uh, a number of reasons. 1) it's a bagel, 2) free food, 3) I'm starving, 4) it smells amazingggg."

Mark does a face, "fair. I've been meaning to ask how he does his seasoning for a while now too." He releases a breath, "and anyway, I'm pretty sure he made a bagel cause I told him you liked them. Never talking about you to him anymore though."

I look at him, "why do you talk about me so much to him anyway?"

"Uh because you're amazing," Mark says instinctively.

I feel my heart skip at that. I coo and place my hands on my chest, "wait that's really sweet."

Mark looks at me. His face begin to shift, "too bad it's a lie- haha."

I give him a look and rebut, "jerk."

"Loser."

As quickly as I found out about Jaehyun being Mark's friend, that's about as quickly as I found out he didn't like hanging out with him anymore. It's kind of a shame I never got to go back to his boojie house.

There was this one encounter I had with Jaehyun though... which was a little weird, not gonna lie.

He was waiting for me outside my Tailoring class, smiling and waving when he saw me. I Reluctantly reciprocated and walked over to him.

He releases a breath, "I've been waiting for about 20 minutes for you. I didn't know when your class would end."

I raise my brows, "you could have asked?"

"Well I would need your number for that, and that would have ruined the surprise," he pulled out a brown paper bag, reminiscing the same one Mark chucked at my face.

"I made you two this time," he smiles.

I take a moment to reply, "you don't have to make me bagels, Jaehyun."

He grabs my hand, "yeah, but I want something out of ya," he places the bagels in my hand. He proceeds to lead us off and we begin to walk down the hall.

Truth be told, it's a little scary that his ulterior motive is up in the air. Jaehyun places his hands in his pockets, "I like your dress, by the way."

I smile, "thanks. I made it."

He smiles and nods, "right. That makes sense as to why it suits you well."

I can't help but blush at that, and simultaneously feel conscious when I realize a bunch of girls in my course are looking at me and Jaehyun as we strut down the hall.

"So, what did you want, Jaehyun?"

"Well, I clearly wanted to ask you out."

"..."

Jaehyun smiles and give a soft laugh, "is it so ground breaking?"

"... Uh..."

He sniggers, "hey, you can say no. I mean I hope you don't but you can." Jaehyun leans in and raises his hands, "I won't like it, but a man should take rejection from a lady well."

I turn to him as he straightens up. I turn to the bagels he made me and bring it back to him. He laughs, "no, I made them for you really. It's not poisoned, in fact it's made with love."

I visibly react to that, which makes Jaehyun wheeze. I can't help but laugh back, "that was hella tacky."

"Worth a shot though," he says. "Good luck with Mark."

I look at him with silence and he chuckles, "ya, you can't fool me."

I'm about to retort but then Jaehyun gets called by one of the frats dudes I identify as Johnny Seo. Jaehyun does a curtsy and clicks his tongue, "see ya later babez."

"You know, I would have said yes if you didn't do stuff like that."

Jaehyun purses his lips, "no you wouldn't."

I shrug, "worth a shot though."

Jaehyun places a hand on his chest, dramatically calling, "Uh, rejection hurts, man."

Yeah, I never went to Jaehyun's boojie house ever again.

Silver lining though was Mark's dorm smelled equally as nice because of all the food he cooks, although it came with a whiff of axe body spray from his roommate, Lucas. It's cool though, he was almost never around for me to smell it in its whole intensity.

"Aite," Mark calls from his side of the dorm. I perk up from the two seater dining table they had and turn to Mark who was covering the cake he was making for his finals.

"Don't, like, peek, okay. I want you to see the cake all at once and give me your honest reaction to it. Please, like, all my lives kinda depend on it."

"How many lives do you have?"

"9, I'm pretty sure."

I stand from my seat, "not you faking your life as a cat, but get it I guess."

Mark raises a hand at me as I walk over, "can you not, I'm high-key panicking right now."

"Over what? You literally made a box of donuts for your midterms and it looked better than Misty Mreme! I'm sure your cake is hot."

"It was in the minifridge for a day. I mean it barely fit cause of all of Lucas' mountain dew."

I groan, "just show me it, Mark Lee!"

Mark whined and dashes over to me, grabbing my shoulders, "okay, but like, don't be mean about it. I swear, I might cry."

I give a sound and fake cough, "it's ugly."

Mark doesn't respond to that particular jab, "I'm serioussss. Please be kind, okay?"

I look at Mark's nervous face and give a soft pout, "Markie, please, not that I think it would be ugly, but I promise you don't have to be nervous about my reaction."

He isn't soothed by that, but he does release a sigh, "okay. So for context, Mr. Moon wanted the cake to be one or two tiers, but I went with one, cause there aint no way I'm going to the other side of the campus to freeze a two tiered cake. Then, the theme was something from your childhood, so, I, uh, thought this was fitting. The exam is 60 percent decoration, 40 percent taste by the way."

Mark gives me a hesitant look, but steps way for me to see it. I then see a heart shaped, medium sized cake in my favorite pastel pink color. By the top there's a little boy on the floor playing with a toy oven set and little girl in a bumble bee dress, holding a stethoscope. At the bottom of the cake, there were jelly letters spelling out, "I like you."

I cup my cheeks at the sight of it and feel my eyes start to well at the sentiment.

Wait... was this really happening?

Mark heaves in and out, "okay, so like when Jaehyun began to like hit on you, that sucked pretty hard because he's known for getting girls and I thought maybe he'd get you too and I got panicky. Anyway, I....... have liked you since we were kids... And... I know you probably don't feel the same way but I have to try, you know.... Yolo."

My feel my tears retract from what I hear. I rub my eyes. I turn to Mark and find his nervous face. "Did you just say yolo in your confession, Mark?"

He looks like he's about to throw up.

I can't help but chuckle and pout, "dude..."

I prolong the moment. Mark gets even more nervous as he repeats softly, "dude..."

"We could have dated in grade school all this time."

It takes a moment to register in his head.

Like, a really long moment.

I sigh, "Mark! I like you too, dummy."

He freezes and blinks. His face begins to burn. He breaks into a soft smile, "nice."

I break into a laugh.

"... Uh... So... Can I like... Kiss you?"

I snort and feel my own cheeks begin to burn, "I think you should refrigerate your cake first."

Mark snaps out of this trance, "oh shoot, you-" I give him a quick peck on the lips.

He is dumbfounded.

I feel butterflies go wild in my stomach.

"I'll wait over there for when you've fixed that."

Mark watches as I walk away, "yooo.... That's not fair though."

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[ENG] Another Night - Kazui Mukuhara Voice Drama

Aand... it's been forever since this came out... I had a lot of trouble deciphering what Kazui was trying to say in some portions, so please take this translation with a grain of salt... It's super rough at some parts, sorry!

Kazui: Alright then… Let’s see how this turns out.

(door swings open)

Es: Sorry for the wait,

(door shuts)

Es: Prisoner number 7, Kazui.

Kazui: Excuse me,

(restrains Es)

Es: W-what!?

Kazui: Sorry, give me a second to be ridiculous here.

Es: (struggling) You…! That’s rude!

Kazui: Now, now… I won’t hurt you, so don’t be afraid…

Kazui: Huh..?

Es: (breaks free and gasps)

Kazui: What’s this…? I’ve suddenly lost my strength…

Es: (heavy breathing) Prisoner number 7, Kazui! Do you have any idea what you’ve just done!? You’ve just committed a serious crime.

Kazui: (hums)

Es: Hey! Are you listening to me, Kazui!?

Kazui: Prison guard-kun fought me when I squeezed them… That’s not the image I got from Futa’s account. I thought you’d overpower me,

Es: Huh?

Kazui: but you tried to get out as soon as I started, and - “What’s this?” I suddenly lost control of my own body.

Es: (huffs) I don’t know all the details either, I just know that a prisoner can’t attack the guard.

Kazui: I see… (laughs) But it’s not like a magic barrier- An old man like me wouldn’t be able to handle that… (As an old man, that helps) Still, in terms of reality… it feels a bit like it was hypnosis.

Es: Hey! I don’t care about that!

Kazui: Hm?

Es: Sit down there, Kazui!

Kazui: (chuckles) Ok, ok.

Es: The manner of these prisoners towards their prison guard... Don’t treat me as if I’m a kid, but that behavior is uncalled for... I'm not going to forgive you (for treating me like that), what do you have to say for yourself?

Kazui: Hmm…

Kazui: (claps) Sorry!

Es: Huh?

Kazui: Really- sorry, sorry! I was worried I’d get injured by you, Prison guard-kun. From now on I’ll try to get information safely. Depending on who they are, everyone has their own method of gathering information.

Es: Huh?

Kazui: I’m an anxious old man, so I just needed to verify if Prison guard-kun was armed or not.

Es: You...To do that sort of thing to me…

Kazui: Mm? I thought it would be fine, but I suppose it wasn’t.

Es: Oh? But I didn't like it.

Kazui: Oh, no no, I don’t mean to offend you. Well, it’s no problem, if we can’t attack you, you can’t attack us, either.

Es: Hmm? (approaches him)

Kazui: What are you doing?

Es: (slaps him)

Kazui: T...that hurts….!

Es: Hey, what’s wrong? I was able to attack you?

Kazui: That was uncalled for-!.. Even so... that seems to be true…

Es: What, should I have said that earlier? Should slap you again to see if it works that time?

Kazui: Aw, I get it! I’ll be patient… (clears throat) I suppose the guard has decided the situation… We’re just scared of unfamiliar situations, don't you hate it - not knowing things?

Kazui: If I can’t expect it, it could hurt me. Even if not, it's better to see first. There’s always something dangerous. And what’s more, from the beginning of this session, you seem unfazed by this “mechanism”- somewhere, it sounds like pieces of something are moving. (??)

Es: What are you trying to say?

Kazui: In other words, we’re divided into the positions of Guard and Prisoner. We’re both trying to glean the information we lack.

Kazui: I think it’s “fair” in that sense.

Es: Me and you guys… we’re “fair”?

Kazui: Well, that’s my guess. I was hoping that Prison guard-kun would agree with me if I decided it was okay.

Es: Hmm… but you’re such a chatty man.

Kazui: (laughs) That’s true (laughs) I’m worried all the time, this old man’s no good.

Es: Well, what you’re saying is pretty interesting. It’s true; at some times I don’t even know everything about MILGRAM.

Kazui: (affirmative hum)

Es: But! I am the Prison Guard of MILGRAM, and you’re a prisoner, that much is true.

Kazui: (hum)

Es: That’s the most important thing here. Now then, Prisoner number 7, Kazui. Let’s get started.

Kazui: Alright, very professional aren’t we? (laughs) Well, let me introduce myself. I like this too. This isn’t my first time introducing myself to you.

Kazui: Once again, it’s Mukuhara Kazui, age 39. Nice to meet you, Prison guard-kun.

Es: Hm. You guys are all murderous prisoners. Kazui, you shouldn’t be so cheerful.

Kazui: Murderous... is that it? Well, you’re not wrong there.

Es: Mm? Confess it then.

Kazui: Confess.. At the very least, I believe I’m a murderer. I admit that. I don’t know if that’s a good way to put it.

Es: A good way to put it…?

Kazui: And that’s all there is, for the most part. To me, there should be no murderers aside from me. (??????????????????????????????????????)

Es: What do you mean?

Kazui: For example, for what reason are you gathering us murderers here? That’s something a crazy person would do. Is there a better word other than “murderer”? The term is too broad.

Es: Hey, Kazui. This isn’t the time to be asking questions.

Kazui: And I’m not recognizable as a murderer, unless you know my crime. Why the hell are we even on trial? It doesn’t make sense.

Es: I don’t give a damn about all that. I am the one who will decide whether to forgive you or not.

Kazui: Oh, is that so? Even though I don’t know who you’re working for?

Es: They’re fluffy. And if there's a problem, they’ll show up.

Kazui: Hm..? It’s something like that..?

Es: Stop acting like a detective, it’s unpleasant.

Kazui: Okay, okay.

Es: (sighs) Kazui. How do you feel about the other prisoners?

Kazui: Oh, that’s a good one. Don’t worry, everyone is well and friendly. The younger ones often get stressed, but there seems to be a good balance.

Es: That answer would be the same no matter who you ask. Don’t worry about conflicts between prisoners.

Kazui: Isn’t that what’s happening right now? I don’t really know what’s in my head, and you don’t know what life is like outside of here (???)

Es: Hm?

Kazui: There's an air of good feelings around the prison. I would be okay with living here forever. Why have you prepared such an environment..?

Es: Hey! Stop trying to get the conversation off track!

Kazui: (laughs) I got caught. Forgive me, alright? I’m an old man, I can’t help teasing kids like you- I have to be a little mischievous.

Es: You’re the same as Shidou. I hate it. I swear, does every adult act this way?

Kazui: (laughs) Did Shidou-kun also do that? He’s really calm, isn’t he? Can’t take that one sitting down.

Es: Are you different? You seem just as childish.

Kazui: Mmm… Does it seem that way? That’s good.

Es: What’s good about that? I don’t get this.

Es: This is a place where your consciousness will reveal itself (?) calculated by the impressions from others, but they can easily lie.

Kazui: This is, this is… You’re pretty tough. (laughs) But you’re not showing your true self, and neither am I.

Es: Hm…

Kazui: But, I’m older, so I have to take more responsibility/I need to try harder when I’m around kids like you. I’m an old man, so I need to keep a smile on my face while hiding my fangs.. Even if you are young.

Es: I see..

Kazui: You can tell I’m lying… Well, that may be the case. Unfortunately for you adults are very good at lying.

Es: Adults, huh?

Kazui: You’ll be stumped(?). Although, maybe you have some mysterious power...

Es: (cute laugh) Hey, Kazui…

Kazui: Yeah?

Es: That’s exactly it.

Kazui: Eh?

Es: I see your weakness. I can look inside you and unravel the sounds of your heart… What’s more, that adult technique. (??)

Kazui: (laughing) What? What’s that supposed to mean?

Es: Stop laughing, it’s unpleasant.

Kazui: (oh hoho…) Oi, oi, What on Earth is going on here….

Es: Are you a sweet-natured man who takes his losses well? Or are you really someone else?

Kazui: (hums)

Es: I’m looking forward to seeing it… Is it possible to hide anything from it? (‘it’ being the MILGRAM machine that produces the songs). I see now...

Es: In time, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll see the vulnerabilities in the lies of a murderer.. Though I’ve already seen through it a while ago.

Kazui: So… You’re going to do all that?

Es: What do you think?

Kazui: Well, it’s not so bad… sounds just like an adult, doesn’t it?

Es: (laughs) Being an adult, huh… Don’t use that as an excuse for you behavior, coward*

Kazui: (offended sound)

Es: In this place, it doesn’t matter whether you’re an adult or a child. MILGRAM forces you to stare deep into yourself, and you can’t escape.

Kazui: I…. see. I don’t care about this place of yours, and it hasn’t even scratched my surface. I just want to be stronger than it. (?)

Kazui: Of course, I’ve killed, and now I have no reservations about breaking any other laws. It’s different… I wonder if I’m in trouble. Nothing has changed, but I don’t know how to feel. Don’t talk to me like you know what I’m feeling, kid.

Es: (offended noise)...

Es: Welcome, Mukuhara Kazui. I feel like we’ve met before… It's nice to meet you. I am Es, the prison guard of MILGRAM.

Kazui: (exhales, chuckles) Starting again, huh? Well, you won't regret it, that kind of relationship would be painful,

Es: That’s alright, isn’t it? Causing you pain is my job.

Kazui: Mm, you’re a pro.

Es: Surely, as just a regular human being, you can’t be totally prepared for this.

(Bell rings, machinery starts whirring)

Kazui: What’s this?

Es: It’s time for your cross-examination. You’ll face your regrets from now on.

Kazui: (sighs) Someone help… this is too much for me…

Es: That’s right, Kazui… show me your true feelings.

Kazui: Ahaha… Well, I’m embarrassed to concede to a child and say all that…

Es: Don’t worry. I’m going to know your soul from now on.

Kazui: Finding the truth of my inner feelings, huh? Alright.

Es: That’s right.

Kazui: Ah… oh, Prison guard-kun?

Es: What is it?

Kazui: This personality of mine… I’ve developed it from living in the world. Could you tell me about your own experiences? It’s a little annoying to have such a one-sided relationship, isn't it?

Es: I’m not interested in myself.

Kazui: That’s a lot of new information to add to the situation… I… I hide my own sins behind a delusion… I don’t know what you will see when it’s opened.

Es: Kazui…

Kazui: How’s that? Can you see how fickle adults are?

Es: Shut up. You’re the one who’s fickle.

Kazui: (laughs) Tough, isn't it? But is it the end?

Es: Prisoner #7, Kazui. Now, sing your sins.

#MILGRAM #voice drama #ミルグラム

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Langa VS. the Assholes Who Hurt Reki

Summary: Langa and Reki have finally made up! But that doesn't mean that they no longer have problems.

(or, Langa just wants Reki to be happy, but for some reason people are very against that.)

Warnings: Swearing (Langa has has enough), Mentions of violence, Ad*m.

Words: 1.7k

(haha wdym the title is a star vs the forces of evil pun,,, no it isnt haha)

The stars in Okinawa reflected the sea, and the sound of their laughter along with the scraping of wheels against the cement ground is one that symbolizes peace, unity, and pure, unadulterated love.

Langa and Reki are alright again, and everything is right with the world.

"You... What?" Langa looked befuddled, an unidentifiable look on his features, as Reki nervously fiddled with his fingers, blushing from embarrassment. From what? He doesn't know.

"It's— it's not as bad as you think!" Reki said hurriedly, but by now there was a prominent frown on Langa's face, "it's— I was just ran over by a car—"

"Just," Langa emphasized, his voice uncharacteristically firmer and louder, "ran over by a car? Reki, do you think everyone just gets run over by a car? And do you think people who get run over by a car wake up in a love hotel? With a stranger?"

It's the next day since Langa and Reki's making up from their fight, and neither of them quite expected that the comeback of their roof-top lunches would start with Reki accidentally spilling that he was in a love hotel. Much less brought to a love hotel because he was ran over. By a stranger.

Everything was all so suddenly not-right, and Langa couldn't decide if this was better, or worse.

"—Langa? Hey, earth to Prince Langa!" Reki snapped his fingers in front of Langa's face, and the latter blinked, wondering when he started to get lost in his thoughts, and—wow. Reki seemed a bit too close to his face right now. Not that he was complaining.

There was a cute pout on Reki's lips, Langa guessed it was caused by his own neglect of their conversation. The former, though, upon noticing that his companion's eyes were on his lips, blushed bright red again, and brought back distance between them. Langa didn't stop the disappointed sigh from his lips, but the disappointment didn't last long.

His face once again etched up in concern, looking at Reki, who was facing down at the ground, his headband covering his cheeks, in an attempt to cool them down. Langa let a small, fond smile on his lips, before shaking it off once he remembered what Reki mentioned earlier.

"Reki, you can't just brush this off," Langa said, eyebrows furrowing and his chest hardening in both concern and frustration, "what else happened to you when I wasn't around?"

Reki sneaked a glance at Langa, before sheepishly turning away.

"Nothing," Reki said, but the lie obvious to Langa, "and you're talking a lot about this, like last night."

Langa frowned, "of course I am, you worry me a lot when you say 'it's nothing' or 'I'm fine'," he played with the hem of his shirt, before letting go and continuing, "because most of the time, you're lying."

Reki said nothing, only burrowing farther in himself. Langa huffed, frustration building up in him. If Reki thought it was surprising to see him chatty, he'll definitely have a heart attack after this.

Langa engulfed Reki in a hug, and it wasn't only the latter who gasped in surprise. Perhaps they've gathered some nosy onlookers?

Who cares?, Langa thought, Reki's the only thing that's important right now.

"Reki, be honest please?" Langa said, voice muffled, as he buried his face on Reki's shoulder.

"O-okay! Langa, okay, I'll tell you!" Reki stuttered out, a flustered mess, from the way he spoke, "just, let go, please?" He whispered to Langa, "people are kind of looking at us right now."

Langa didn't care who saw them, honestly. But he got what he wanted, and he didn't want Reki to be embarrassed too bad, so he let go of Reki's waist, and sat back to where he was positioned earlier.

He looked at Reki expectantly, but with patience. The latter picked at his nails in nervousness, wherein Langa took one of his hands to ease his anxiety.

Reki brought back Langa's hands, and started staring down at them and playing with them. He seemed to calm down, as his cheeks were no longer red, and Langa sent a dirty look to the passersby who were looking at them with keen interest, when Reki wasn't looking.

Reki swallowed, and looked up at him.

He scrunched up his face and looked away for a second, scratching his cheek with a finger, a small flush on his cheeks, "uhm..." letting out a sigh, Reki collected his thoughts and said, "erm, before I met you, I used to be in this sort of team? Gang? Thing... It was for skating." Reki added, upon the worried and horrified look on Langa's face, and the latter let out a sigh of relief, and encouraged him to continue.

"Er, they were sort of—they weren't really people I wanted to hang out with?" Reki mumbled, sheepishly, "they, uhm, they weren't really ones who enjoyed skating? They did it for the aesthetic, basically, and it made them sort of lame for me.

"So, I quit after three days."

Langa only seemed confused, so Reki added, "and well, I saw them while walking through the market and they kind of..." Reki mumbled the last part, and Langa blinked.

"'They kind of' what?" Langa pressed on, and Reki swallowed.

"They jumped me, but—" Reki immediately started to add, silencing a seething Langa with the palm of his hand.

Langa was nothing short of furious, and he was ready to tell Joe about this development to gang up on the little fucks that put a hand on Reki. And you know what? He'll do the same to that stranger! He'll make them have hell to pay, damn it, how dare they hurt his Reki.

But he couldn't express any of this right now, with Reki's hand on his mouth, so he (begrudgingly) let Reki continue.

"—but, it's fine! It's all in the past now. 'Sides, I kind of felt like I deserved it? I mean, I didn't actually deserve it—" he said, at the furious glare Langa sent to him, "it's just—well, it didn't compare to the people at S, y'know I—oops."

Reki flustered, detaching his palm from Langa's mouth to cover his own. Langa squashed the giddy feeling of that indirect kiss, and firmly, but with a gentleness Reki absolutely deserved, placed his hands on both of Reki's shoulders.

"What did 'the people of S' do, Reki?" Langa grounded out, tired of all of these people out to hurt Reki. Out of everyone he knew, Reki was the last one to deserve this much abuse.

Reki looked up at Langa, and knew he couldn't just lie his way out of not telling him. He looked down for a moment, simmering in guilt—of what?— and looked back up at Langa, setting his hands on his lap.

"They, uh. They would talk behind my back, and uhm, and talk about... How I'm just... A useless... Er," Reki struggled to find the words, and he felt tears sting at his eyes, and he looked up, not wanting them to fall. Langa felt guilty at making him relive these memories, but he needs to know exactly how he'll hurt these assholes.

Reki looked down, at his hands, and then at Langa, then he said, "they'd say that I'm no one... That I'm just... 'the guy who hangs around Snow'... Or just..." Reki bit his lip, "the one who's not Snow."

Langa was reminded of a meme, back from when he was still very much devoid of Reki and his kindness, talent, and all around amazing-ness. It was a dubbed line from an anime, wasn't it?

This is the first time in my life that I've been provoked to hit a woman.

Except they weren't a woman, in fact, they were the plethora of annoying assholes who made Reki feel worse than he already did.

Talk about kicking a guy while he was down.

"Names." Langa said, plain and simple.

"Huh?" Reki said, confused and flustered.

"I want their names, Reki."

"Langa, they were total strangers! Which makes it even more pathetic that their words got to me, honestly—"

"Don't blame yourself for them being stupid and blind." Langa said firmly, "you're amazing, Reki. Don't let them make you think otherwise."

At that, Reki smiled, and playfully punched Langa's shoulder, "thanks, Langa."

Before Reki could pull his hand away, Langa took it in both of his own, "I'm serious. You're so amazing Reki—"

Reki blushed, "th-thanks man, you're amazing too—"

"—you really don't understand, when you skate, you're the only thing I see—"

"—that's really enough!"

"—and you know exactly what I need, and you don't even have to try that hard to figure it out—"

"—is this even about skating anymore, Langa?"

"—and I think your headband is neat, but you look so cute without it, and your hair is a lot more fluffy—"

"Alright!" Reki squeaked out, just as the bell rang, signalling the end of the lunch period, "we'll talk about this later, we have to go back to school—er, class!" Flustered, Reki fixed his headband, and stomped his way back to the classroom.

Langa let out blissful laughter, and for now, he was satisfied with his work. He hoped it'd be enough for Reki to temporarily forget what those people did and said to him. Hoped it distracted Reki enough to not figure out that Langa was planning to find out everything with the rest of the gang, and would be punishing the ones who offended Reki accordingly.

He ran up to Reki, and offered his hand to the latter, whose cheeks were still flushed.

To his delight, Reki took his hand, and they walked down back to their classroom, hand in hand.

Later that evening, uncannily enough, Adam proposed an idea to the duo. A rematch, he had said, to redeem Reki of his loss in their last beef. There was an obvious, underlying malice, in his offer, though. Reki looked terrified, yet determined, but before he could agree, Langa had stepped in front of him, a chilling glower directed at Adam, who only smirked.

Langa had enough of people wanting to hurt Reki, and hated that smug face on Adam's features so much (it promised to hurt Reki to the point that he would be irreparable, and Langa was furious), that before Adam could even comment at Langa's protective stance, he had been punched in the face by the latter.

And, well, Joe seemed a bit inspired to do the same.

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A/N: haha i dont know how to make titles someone help

@andromeda612 @yunolik87

#also should i make a full fledged fic of joe and langa just beating up adam #i feel like it would be very necessary to us and our belief #renga #langa x reki #reki x langa #langa hasegawa #reki kyan #kyan reki #hasegawa langa #sk8 the infinity #im also planning to make a fic for the cindereki thing #we love pining langa but pining reki is smth that's so intimate...#sk8 the infinity spoilers #sk8 the infinity fanfic

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