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Loathing | D.M.
summary: you and draco have loathed one another since first year, but you know something happened over the summer before your sixth year. he had changed.
pairing: rival!draco malfoy x potter!reader
includes: fluff, angst, bleeding, both of them being oblivious, both of them taking care of each other
a/n: unadulterated loathing (guess who watched wicked last week?)
The moment you met Draco Malfoy â well, the moment he insulted one of your friends and then wanted to be friends with your brother â you knew you would loathe him for the rest of your life. From every glare from across the room to house rivalries, you loathed him for all you had. Especially when he ruined your Yule Ball experience by knocking the eggnog on you and refusing to explain why, only glaring instead.
But something changed in your sixth year. He changed.
Usually, the second you got on the train to Hogwarts, he would find you and start with the insults, but this year was different. Hell, when you were trying to find Harry on the train when you got to Hogwarts, Draco walked past you without even sparing a glance. He wasnât even in his Slytherin robes, he was just in a black suit.
Then when the quidditch season started, you learned that he had quit his position as seeker and chance as quidditch captain. You were surprised he lost almost all interest in the sport itself when he used to brag on and on about how good he was at the game. Everything he used to egg you on about was close to nothing, and it worried you just a little.
You knew something was different â he was different â and wanted to know what happened, but you knew your friends couldnât care less about the Slytherin Prince.
âHermoine, please tell me you noticed something wrong with Malfoy.â You murmur and enter the potions room, eyes instantly meeting the gray and blue eyes you were speaking of. He quickly averted his gaze and stared down at his potions book instead, making you frown. âHe hasnât been throwing enough insults at us this year.â
âIs that not a good thing?â She creases her brows and takes her seat beside you, pulling her potions book out of her bag. Hermione looks at you with slight unease, not really understanding why you were asking in the first place. âBesides, why should you care? Donât you hate him?â
You donât respond, only spinning your ring and bringing your attention back to the Slytherin Prince himself, your teeth kissing your lips in your own turmoil. He looked so tired and⊠Helpless. You wanted to understand what he was going through despite everything he had put you through. He was still a student at Hogwarts. It may seem out of the ordinary from your usual loathing, but if something serious was going on, you hoped to Godric that he would be okay.
For the rest of class, Slughorn assigned the most ridiculous sounding potion to create. It was supposedly the most powerful love potion in existence and when Slughorn said it could help anyone identify their true love, you doubted it. It was only when Harry properly made the potion did you test the theory out. It seemed like Lavender was having a day with the potion and kept batting her eyes at Ron, making you and Hermoine roll your eyes in annoyance.
When Slughorn called the rest of the class in pairs to come over to smell the potion and describe what they smelled, you still believed people made up with what they smelled. You thought they were just believing they smelled the person they liked. From Hermione smelling freshly-mown grass and new parchment to Harry smelling some kind of sweets, it seemed quite fake.
And you could have gotten away with not having to smell the potion when you unashamedly yawned the second Slughorn turned to look over.
âMiss Potter, since you and Mr. Malfoy seem to have found this task boring, why donât you both come up and tell me what you smell.â Slughorn beckoned you up toward Harryâs cauldron.
Pursing your lips, you do your best not to roll your eyes as you made your way over to the cauldron, only to be overwhelmed with Dracoâs cologne when smelling the potion. You glance at him from the corner of your eyes, noticing he was just as confused as you.
âMaybe tone down the cologne, Malfoy.â You mutter to him and try to find a scent that wasnât just his stupid cologne.
He rolled his eyes at you and leaned his head down, practically hissing into your ear. âMe? Your fucking shampoo is blocking all my senses right now.â
âLike you can smell that right now.â You turn your own head and glare at him, the tension growing larger and larger.
As if you were in a staring contest of who could hate the other more, you forgot about the class and only the loathing you felt for the blonde in front of you. However, the class soon began to felt the tension, uncomfortable with how you two were behaving. Whispers began to fill the air, but you two continued to bicker.
âMaybe use less product, Potter.â Draco suggested and flicked a piece of your hair off your shoulder, ignoring the way his cheeks flamed at how close the two of you were at the moment.
You crossed your arms and squinted, hating how he had to bend just to be at eye level to you. âSays the one practically bathes in Dior Sauvageââ
âMr. Malfoy and Miss Potter, please, go back to your seats. We have gathered all the information we need.â Slughorn spoke with an amused smile.
For the rest of the week, it seemed like the entire student body was pointing to you and whispering. Even if you were just switching classes or sitting in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione, eyes averted to you before they eventually turned away when they caught your eyes.
You didn't understand what was going on. It felt like everyone you knew began to have a knew found hatred toward you and it bugged you. Even Harry gave you questioning looks from time to time. You don't remember doing anything cruel and vile.
Eventually, you did give up guessing why everyone was giving you dirty looks. You ignored all their staring and only acknowledged the people you knew didn't mean any harm toward you. It soon became a habit for you to leave the trio alone for a good hour or two, spending time to practice spells in the room of requirements; Mainly casting your Patronus and watching it have the time of its life.
Well, until one day the room began to change on its own.
âHello? Room of requirements?" You stood abruptly and looked around at the changing room, your Patronus dissipating in thin air.
The room began to shift in size, becoming quite large in size with piles and piles of junk. As you tripped over the old trinkets decorating the room â trying to find the exit to the ever expanding room â you cut yourself on the sudden arrival of a rusted sword.
Holding your cut hand close to you body, you glared at the room like it was your least favorite thing in the entire world. "This is not what I askedââ
âFuck.â
You heard the voice whisper before you jumped back in surprise when the person banged on something wooden. So someone who needed the room more came. That's why. As you tried to make your way out a give the person privacy, you tripped back into another pile of junk, making you wince.
âShit.â You mutter and do your best to remove yourself from the pile, pursing your lips when you heard footsteps approach you.
Before you could even try to hide, the said person appeared right in front of you with their wand pointed at your face. You followed the wand up until you met their eyes, making you inwardly groan at your luck.
âWhat are you doing?â You spoke at the same time, both of you rolling your eyes at the same time.
Hastily, you stood up from your spot on the dirtied floor and dusted your clothes off, mentally cursing yourself for being ever so clumsy.
âI asked you first, Potter.â Draco tucked his wand away, glancing down at your bleeding hand. He frowned and moved around you.
You stepped away from him, still nursing your hand. Unsure of what he was going to do, you simply answered the question truthfully.
âI was using the room to practice my spells, but it changed because apparently your needs were far more important than mine.â You watched him dig through dusted cabinets and drawers, looking for something. âNow answer mine.â
âI donât have to.â He muttered and pulled out some type of cleanser and a kit, making you recoil at the sight. You hated the doctors and it seemed like Draco was ready to operate on your hand.
âYou know? I think I should go beforeâ" You start before he raised a brow at you, looking down at your injured hand and then back up to your eyes. "What?"
âYou could get in trouble, you know?â He gestured to your hand before guiding you to sit on a bed that seemed too clean to be one of the old trinkets lying around before. "You need to clean your hand before it gets infected. Everything in here is old and dusted."
"Then I will clean my hand on my own, thank you very much." You yank the cleanser from his hands and pop the cap open. You stared at your wound before looking at the bottle, already regretting your choice.
"What?" He looked over your face, noticing the hesitation in your facial expression. "Do you need me to do it?"
"Yes, please." You whisper quickly, shutting your eyes tightly when you felt him lightly dab your cut with the cleanser. You bit your lip when it stung, nodding when he told you it would be over in a second.
âI'm done." Draco murmured and threw the cloth in the trash, watching you slowly open your eyes and look at your now bandaged hand. He nodded at you before standing, finding his way back over to a wooden cabinet.
You looked around the place, noticing the fresh bedsheets and glass of water that surely hasn't been sitting there for Godric knows how long. Tucking your injured hand in your free one, you wandered the small sleeping area before stopping at all the books piled next to it.
"Malfoy, what are you doing in here?" You take a book from the top of the pile and read its title. The Fundamentals of Vanishing Cabinets. You raised your brows in curiosity, looking over at him to find him already staring. "Well?"
âLike I said, I don't have to answer you.â He murmured and stepped toward you, taking the book from your hands.
You stared at him and frowned. His image was even worse up close. You could see the bags underneath his eyes and the gel from his hair completely gone from how many times he ran his fingers through his hair. When he glanced down at you, you were once again millimeters from each other before you both pulled away in confusion and guilt, like your skin was on fire.
âAre you getting enough sleep?" You ask as he walks toward the cabinet again, but this time, you followed him over. "I don't see you eat enough during dinner either."
âYou watch me, Potter?â He spoke in amusement, lips turning down to hide the smirk that wanted to present itself to you.
âWhat? No!" You splutter out and look away, face flamed in warmth. "Only in hatred.â
"Whatever you say." He murmured and began tinkering with the cabinet, placing a green apple on the top shelf. "Stalker." He whispered, earning an annoyed glare from you.
âJust answer the question. Why did the room change to this mess?â You look at the bed you assumed his stayed in and then change your gaze toward the cabinet he seemed so intent on working on. âAnd why are you spending all your time on this old cabinet?â
He opened his mouth to speak when he winced and clutched his left forearm, making you panic ever so slightly. Draco moved to sit on the bed, pursing his lips and trying to think of anything but the pain being emitted on his arm.
You frown and take his arm in your hands, pulling his sleeve up only to silently gasp in surprise. Draco pulled his arm away and tugged the sleeve down, glaring at you.
âYouâre a death eater.â You look at him with wide eyes, stepping back in shock. You looked between his arm, his frantic eyes, and then the cabinet. Your head was reeling at all the information you learned. "You got the dark markâ"
âYou canât tell anyone.â Draco whispered, almost pleading you to not tell a soul. If you told Harry, then everything would go to shit. But when he saw your face clear of all shock and shift to remorse, he knew you wouldn't go against his wishes despite him being a real threat to you and your brother.
âWhy? Why didâŠâ You move closer and clutch his arm, pulling his sleeve up again and wanting to trace the design. When he stopped you, you looked up and knew it would hurt. You nodded and thumbed the skin below it, eyes looking over the ink. âYou didnât have a choice, did you?â
Draco nodded and shut his eyes when you continued to thumb the empty space, opening them when you stopped. He knew that the gears were turning in your head when you stared at him like he was you next project â which he knew you would never call him that despite the loathing you had for him.
After seconds of silence, you open your mouth and speak softly, thumb moving over the space once more. âCan't you tell Dumbledore at all? Maybe he could do something to protect youââ
âThatâs not how it works.â Draco stopped your movements and tugged his sleeve down. He caught you hesitating to look over the mark again, tilting his head to the side when you took a seat beside him. "Why are you still here?"
"What do you mean?" You murmur and trace the bandage over your hand before looking up at him, meeting his blue-gray eyes. "I can leave if you want me to. But I want to know if you'll be okay if I leave first."
You kept eye contact with him for a little longer before looking away, eyes finding interest in a silver crown in the corner. You weren't sure why you cared so much about him. It was like a switch flipped on in your mind. In all your years at Hogwarts, his taunting was a constant in your life. So when that went away, you knew something was wrong and you wanted to make sure he was okay, even if your brother hated him. It was an instinct you suddenly gained.
"Why?" He stared at the mirror across from him, catching your eyes through the reflection once more. "Is it because you want more material to tease my about?"
"Godric, no." You huff and run your fingers through your hair. "I'm not a monster, Malfoy." You let a small smile slip through when he raised his brow at you. "I'm not a monster!"
"Not saying you are, Potter." He finally smiled at you. But even through the smile, you could see how exhausted he was. With whatever he was doing for the Dark Lord, you just hoped he would be fine in the end. "If I tell you I'll be okay, will you leave me be so I can finish my task?"
You turn your head to look at him properly, looking in between his eyes. You sighed and broke eye contact, "Yes." You look back up and find him millimeters away again, making you squint. "If you don't come to potions tomorrow with any kind of retort, I will be in here waiting for you, understand?"
He rolled his eyes and nodded, "Whatever gets you out of here, Potter."
Nodding, you stand and dust off your clothes once more. Talking with Draco civically was quite a feat, but you knew it was for the better or worse. But just before you could leave the room, you heard his voice ring out to you once more, you first name falling from his lips instead of your last.
"Don't use that strong of a shampoo anymore, yeah?"
You send him a half smile, "Only if you don't apply your entire bottle of cologne."
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Chapter 21 -Â Purple
Sherlock had returned to his room that night and laid in bed, reading his book. He lapped it up, cover to cover in record speed and then spent the rest of the night pondering Johnâs behaviour. His usual instincts told him that John was somewhat nervous around him lately. But he didnât trust his instincts right now at all, because he knew he was personally invested in the outcome. He was most likely misreading things entirely. The book had been eye-opening. Perhaps dangerous, entertaining romantic fancies like that, though. It seemed to Sherlock that the themes in the story were about influence in decision making, how relationships between family members, and pressure to conform to expectations almost ruined the ingenueâs chance at love. It all seemed so very relevant to their situation.Â
Things with John were very strange at the moment. When they were good, it was lovely and relaxed: laughter, conversation, friendship. All the things Sherlock enjoyed of their time together as flatmates, as friends. They worked well together. John was the only person he had ever felt that much ease with. He didnât have to try or to put on an act with John. He could just be. And John didnât mind. In fact it seemed to be the same for him. They were invaluable partners - in work and in life - to each other. And yet, there was definitely an unending sense of pressure around them - from friends, family, media, clients, all destroying the little moments they shared. Sherlock could feel it - the electricity between them, sparkling with potential, ready to ignite a flame at any moment with the right conditions. And then one word, one snigger from someone and John disconnected all over again. Even here, he thought, hoped, that perhaps time away from London, from the familiar, from the watching eye of the media and his brother, John might be able to relax into their time together. It certainly seemed to be helping a little. It felt as if he was making small amounts of progress each day, to show John there was something here important enough to pay attention to.Â
Having separate rooms at this hotel had actually been a blessing. It had allowed him time to really get his head clear, to think of a new plan of attack. Sherlock took his time getting ready. He may not quite know the right way in, with John. But what he did know about was experiments. Hypotheses. Perhaps testing the waters might be a gentle way to gauge what was going on here. He pulled out The Shirt. He remembered one other time wearing it and he was fairly sure John had seemed entirely distracted by it: his favourite, purple, well fitted shirt. He tucked it firmly into his best, most tailored black pants and jacket. He wanted to make a good impression on the client, but more importantly he wanted to make an impression on John. If this didnât make things clearer, nothing would.
He walked down the stairs to the breakfast room. John would already be there. Always the early riser, needing breakfast, impatient to get to work. He would be halfway through breakfast by now, ready for Sherlock to waltz in, make an entrance, sip some tea and drift out again for their cab. It was their usual routine. But when Sherlock entered the breakfast room, John wasnât there. He looked around, a little surprised. Maybe he had already eaten? He dialled Johnâs phone and a slightly flustered sounding friend answered.
"Sherlock."
âJohn?â
âYeah hey, on my way down, sorry. A bit late today.â He sounded a little out of sorts.
âNo, itâs fine. Iâll find us a table,â Sherlock offered calmly.
âOkay, thanks.â John hung up the phone.
Sherlock grabbed himself some pancakes. He might as well eat something, he supposed. And coffee. He was going to need strong coffee today. He had settled himself in, and had just brought his first mouthful up to meet his lips when John walked in and he froze. Long enough that the pancake slid right off his fork and back to the plate, surprising him. He looked down at his plate and then back up to the doorway of the breakfast room, mouth still gaping open.
John Watson walked in with more swagger than usual. He was wearing a suit. An actual suit. His good suit, in fact. Sherlock had only seen it once, in court when they had had to testify for a case. John didnât own a lot of very well tailored clothes, but this suit was actually very nice. A dark blue, that matched the shade of his eyes. His shirt was crisp white and he wore a striped blue tie. He even had his good shoes on. He didnât even wear those on first dates.
What was going on? Sherlock felt his mouth go dry. John had showered, shaved and created a bit of a swishy thing with his hair. Oh god, Iâm in trouble. I was supposed to be messing with him.
John saw Sherlock and gave a little half wave, and the most winning smile. If he registered Sherlockâs outfit, he didnât show it. Not yet, at least. He walked over and sat down opposite Sherlock. âMorning,â he said brightly.
âMorning,â Sherlock said, his voice a little raspy. He realised his empty fork was still paused in mid-air and he might look like an idiot, returning his fork quickly back down. âSleep in?â
âI⊠had a restless night. Thought Iâd sleep a bit late, so I could get ready and feel refreshed.â John seemed to blush slightly which intrigued Sherlock.
âWell you lookâŠâ Sherlock couldnât find a word for it. As he paused, Johnâs face registered the hesitation and frowned slightly, looking down at his outfit. âYou donât normally wear a suit. ItâsâŠâ
âIs it too much?,â he rushed to ask. âI just thought, if weâre going to a posh house, and you always look soâŠâ For the first time John gestured at Sherlockâs outfit and Sherlock saw it. The blush, and the look in John's eye, the one he got the last time Sherlock wore the shirt.
âNo, itâs fine. Itâs⊠good⊠you look... good,â Sherlock managed to spit out.
âOkay. I have other clothes if you think itâsâŠâ
âNo.â Sherlock said it a little too forcefully and then grabbed desperately at his coffee to cover the overreaction. âYou look the part.â
âWell, okay.â He smiled. âIâm starving. Iâll be back. Those pancakes look really great,â he said, before disappearing to the buffet to grab some of his own.
Sherlock closed his eyes and said a little prayer to the universe. He never prayed, but lord, if he ended up a stuttering mess today just because John suddenly decided to be fashion conscious, he would be furious at himself. He needed to stay focussed. To stay calm. It was just a suit. Just a suit. He himself was wearing a suit. Yes, but you wore yours as a sexual strategy, he reminded himself and then thumped his fist on the table in annoyance at his own retort. Why was John wearing⊠that?
âEverything alright?â John asked as he sat back down, looking a little concerned at Sherlockâs tense posture. He took in Sherlockâs clenched fist on the table without a word and sat down, preparing to eat.
Sherlock merely gave him a weak smile and a nod.
âSo, whatâs the plan of attack, then?â John asked.
âWeâll travel out to the⊠ah⊠estate, speak to the lady of the house, and⊠then hopefully she will⊠let us interview⊠the staff and⊠the rest of the family.â Sherlockâs brain felt slow, annoyingly slow. Basic thought felt impossible. This was not a good start.
John nodded and looked up at Sherlock and his eyes were⊠god they were more beautiful against that suit jacket. But then, Sherlock was sure John was looking back at Sherlock like he was a meal too. They ate in silence, just sharing glances with each other along the way, discussing the case every so often. Within the hour they had polished off breakfast, packed up their belongings and checked out of the hotel.Â
John stood on the curb outside the hotel in silence. He looked over at Sherlock, then at his luggage, then at Sherlock, a few times before he finally spoke. âI thought⊠perhaps with the⊠caseâŠâ
âWhat are you asking?â Sherlock spoke in irritation, trying to avoid looking at John. It was making things so much harder.
John rolled his eyes. âWell⊠so⊠we arenât staying here⊠tonight?â
âNo, if we need to, we will just stay on at the mansion,â Sherlock explained. "Obviously." âThe mansion. I see.â John nodded quietly to himself.
âProblem?â
âNot at all.â
âIf we solve it quickly enough we can simply head home tonight,â Sherlock suggested.
âAlready?â
Sherlock smiled to himself and finally looked at John again. âEnjoying yourself?â
Johnâs eyes locked with his and then looked away. âWell⊠itâs been⊠I think⊠I donât know⊠and maybe Iâm⊠but⊠well it's only that...â
âJohn, youâll find speaking in full sentences is more productive.â
John sighed. He closed his eyes.Â
Was he doing that so he didnât have to look at the shirt? Sherlock smirked. Was he struggling just as much? God, Sherlock hoped so. He wanted to be back on the upper foot. He needed to be on his game for this case.
âItâs just been⊠a nice change of pace. It will be a shame to go home so soon.â His eyes snapped over to Sherlockâs. Although I love it at home. At Baker Street,â he rushed to add. âItâs⊠comfortable there. But⊠itâs beenâŠâ He shook his head in frustration. âNever mind.â
Sherlock reached out and put a hand on his arm. He nodded. âI know,â he said. âI know what you mean.â
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PSA WARNING: Asaba Harumasaâs Agent Story Part One
CW: Child exploitation, suicide and talks of suicide, and a bittersweet ending.
So I did Harumasaâs Agent Story knowing that itâs not going to be a happy one. Yet, I was not prepared for what the writers had in store for his Agent Story.
Now, if you think Lighter had problems, youâre about to question what is wrong with the writers because they upped the ante with Asaba Harumasa.
(Sorry to the next S rank male, but the devs might torture you next)
Now, the story starts off lightly and a bit sad because Harumasa wants to be on sick leave, and then itâs revealed that he was abandoned as a child. Is he an orphan? Might as well because those people shouldnât be called parents anymore.
Then, after a few fights into his story, we learn that he knew Seth and his brother from their academy days, though it seems that Asaba did not have a good relationship with Sethâs brother and that mightâve contributed to why he acts mean to Seth. If you did Lighterâs Trust Events, you would remember that Asaba and Seth did not get along when dealing with Lighter, Asaba even going as far as to tell Lighter to report Seth for what happened. And now you know why.
And then the fight with the child who turned into an Ethereal. It was bad. Asaba is shook and Seth drives it harder. We had no chance to save the child.
And then you meet this guy. You will want him dead and gone to HELL.
More lore about his master. It hurts him to think about him. He wants answers and has been finding him for years.
I didnât get much pictures from the start of his second part, but the ones I did get, itâs just horrible. The reason being that you and Asaba meet THREE more victims and Asaba knows what theyâre going through because itâs his past that theyâre going through. And one of them is suicidal.
He studied a bit of psychology. Good for him because it does help with trying to deal with trauma.
The writers need a ton of awards, higher pay checks and a million vacation days. They legitimately deserve it. This is highly realistic and true. There will be days when youâll think of why youâre still alive when the world is just suffocating you but then realize that everyday you havenât died is you being a survivor of your worst thoughts. Itâs hard, and it is highly annoying to keep hearing people telling you to be happy when you donât want to feel like it, but one more day of living for a tiny reason is better than nothing.
We get back to Seth and the other guy. All I can say is, I advocate murdering people that uses children as science experiments and lie to their face about it. Also, I donât like the other guy because heâs okay with children dying for medical advancement. I get that they wonât live for long, but itâs not right, and we all should try to be like Seth in this topic.
I know this is a secret test of character, but this is why, despite his naivety on some topics, Seth is a good boy. You can trust him to save your life.
May the bad blood end today. Seth passed his test.
Shoot him. Take him to HELL.
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Butler's wedding party. Haures' card translation.
Part 1.
- Devil's Palace Garden -
- A Few Days After the Party -
*Step step step*
Haures: Tomorrow is finally the day I can spend time alone with Master...
Haures: Fufu... This will be fun. Being alone with Master after a wedding-style party...
Haures: In a way, it's like a vacation with family...
Haures: ...Oh my god, what am I saying... Phew... I'm excited.
Haures: I'm a butler... Moreover, I'm a leader who should set an example for other butlers.
Haures: I should always try to act like a butler.
Haures: Alright. After that, I need to check the plans for tomorrow again.
Haures: I need to make careful preparations so I can have a great time with Master. In the morning, we'll head to town by carriage...
Haures: ...Huh? This is...
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When I was walking in the garden... I noticed Haures crouched down, looking at the flowers. He seemed lost in thought. Even when I approached him, he didn't seem to notice.
You: Haures, what is it?
Haures: Eh...? Ah, Master...
Haures: My apologies. I didn't notice you...
You: You were looking at the flowers.
Haures: Yes... It looks like Ammon planted some new varieties.
Haures: These flowers seemed familiar to me... I couldn't help but stare at them.
You: What kind of flowers are these?
Haures: No... In fact, I don't even know their names...
Haures: When my sister was little... I distinctly remember her giving me a flower just like this.
You: Lady Tricia...
Haures: Yes. It happened when she was very little.
Haures: Oops... Sorry. I talk too much about myself...
Haures: Master. Tomorrow is the day we'll spend time together.
Haures: If you don't mind, I'd like to show you around the city using the plan I prepared.
Haures: Do you have any requests, Master?
You: As long as we're together, I'm fine.
- I'll leave it up to Haures.
Haures: Heh... Okay.
Haures: As Master's butler... I'll do my best to make sure you enjoy this day.
Haures: Well then, Master. I have some preparations to make, so please excuse me.
You: Uh-huh, I'll be looking forward to it.
Haures: Thank you. Then...
Haures bowed to me, and then... He left after looking at the flowers once more.
That night... I was planning to go to bed early to prepare for tomorrow... Suddenly, Haures came to my room.
Haures: My apologies, Master. Forgive me for visiting so late.
You: What happened? Haures.
Haures: Yeah, to be honest... We were planning to go to the city tomorrow, but...
Haures: The plans have changed a bit. Could you please spend some time with me at the mansion?
As long as I can spend time with Haures, I don't care where I am, but...
You: Okay, but what happened?
The reason why he changed his mind... It was bothering me.
Haures: Uh... To be honest...
Haures: Looking at the flowers during the day... I mentioned that I remembered a moment from the past.
You: It was about Tricia.
Haures: Yeah. Actually, these memories...
Haures: This flower is from my sister... I remembered her asking me to marry her.
You: M-marry..?
Haures: Yes. Of course, Tricia was just a baby then...
Haures: She didn't really understand the meaning of that word... I think she was just imitating what she saw in a picture book.
Haures: ...Still, she loved me as an older brother... She made that clear...
Haures: It was so touching to see her express her love so sincerely... I was happy.
Haures: Remembering how I felt back then... I thought about it.
Haures: Sometimes, in order to make the other person happy... It's important to express your feelings...
You: To be honest about your feelings...
Haures: Yes... When I was thinking about it... I decided to change the plan.
Haures: That's all I can say for now. This story will continue tomorrow...
Haures: Well then, Master, I apologize. Have a good rest today.
You: O-Okay...
After Haures left... I repeated his words in my head many times. "To make another person happy, it may be important to honestly express your feelings." While I was thinking about these words... I didn't notice how I fell asleep.
Part 2.
- Devil's Palace Room -
The next morning... I was in my room, waiting for Haures to come get me.
Haures: Master. I've come.
You: Come in.
Haures: Good afternoon, Master.
Haures: Sorry for the wait. It took me longer than I expected to prepare.
You: Don't worry.
Haures: I see... Thank you for understanding.
Haures: Then, Master. As I said yesterday...
Haures: I'd like you to spend time with me in the mansion today. And what we... will be doing...
Haures: Master. Is it okay if we go to the garden?
You: The garden?
Haures: Yes. There's something... That I'd like to give to Master.
When Haures said that... His eyes were as serious as yesterday. When I looked at those eyes... Without asking why, I would follow him to the garden.
You: Okay, Haures.
Haures: Thank you.
Haures: Then... Let's go.
Being a little nervous... I went to the garden with Haures.
- Devil's Palace Garden -
- A few minutes later -
After we arrived at the garden... Haures asked me to wait. He said that he would bring what he wanted to give me. I glanced at the flowers that Haures was looking at yesterday. The flowers that brought back memories to Haures... The pale petals leave a beautiful impression.
You: Beautiful flowers...
When I thought about it... I heard a voice behind me.
???: Heh... Does Master think so too?
When I stood up and looked around... Haures was standing there holding a bouquet of flowers. The one tied with a ribbon... They were the same flowers we saw. Although I was confused... I couldn't help but sigh at the beauty of the bouquet.
You: How beautiful...
Haures: Fufu... Thank you, Master.
Haures: It seems Master liked it... I feel relieved.
Haures: It's just a bouquet of wildflowers, so it may not be as colorful as the flowers that are used for gifts, but...
Haures: In order to convey the feelings of the precious Master... I thought these flowers would be perfect.
Haures raised his head... And turned to me with a serious expression.
Haures: This may not be the appropriate choice of words for a butler, but... Please allow me to say it this way.
Haures: ...I love you, Master.
Haures: You have a kind and beautiful heart... The fact that I serve you...
Haures: I will always be proud of it.
You: Haures...
If you look... Haures' eyes were serious.
Haures: Master. If you can, I beg you...
Haures: This bouquet of flowers contains my feelings... Could you accept it?
Haures: To me, you are... Such an important person.
Haures: If Master wishes, I will...
Haures: Forever and ever... I promise to always be with you.
Haures handed me the bouquet. His eyes showed his incredible sincerity... I could feel his trust in me. When I received the bouquet of flowers he gave me... I took a step closer to him.
You: Likewise, take care of me from now on.
- I promise, Haures.
Haures: Master...
When I answered... Haures finally relaxed his face. His expression was completely different from before, with a calm smile on his face... And a feeling of comfort spread across my chest. Looking at me... Haures also narrowed his eyes happily.
- Devil's Palace Room -
- Later -
To decorate the room with a bouquet of flowers... Haures and I returned to the mansion.
Haures: Master. I'll bring a vase.
Haures: I'm thinking of decorating the room with the flowers I gave you earlier... Is that okay?
You: Sure.
Haures: Okay. Then I'll do it.
After saying that... Haures untied the ribbon and took off the wrapping of the bouquet. And the untied bow... Haures looked at it as if he wanted to say something.
You: Is there something wrong with the bow?
Haures: Ah... No, nothing.
Haures: But, um... The bouquet took so long to wrap...
Haures: However, it can be unwrapped in an instant... I was thinking about that.
You: Maybe this bouquet...
- Has Haures wrapped it?
Haures: Yeah... Honestly, that's it.
Haures: I'm not very good with my hands... I wanted to ask Ammon to wrap this bouquet, but...
Haures: In the end... Although I failed many times, I wrapped it myself.
Haures: Wrapping the flowers with someone else's hands to convey my feelings to the master... It felt wrong.
You: Is that so...
Haures: Yeah. I'm just ashamed of how clumsy I am.
You: That's not true.
- Thank you for doing this for me.
Haures: Master... Thank you.
Hearing my words... Haures smiled happily. But that smile... As Haures began to arrange the flowers in the vase, his expression gradually began to darken.
Haures: Um... Trimming the stems a bit to fit the vase...
He was having a hard time handling the flowers... I could tell he was taking it seriously. His awkward sincerity... I felt so happy.
You: ...Hey, Haures.
Haures: Yes. Master, what is it?
I took one of the flowers he gave me... I extended both my hands to him.
You: I love you too.
- Haures is important to me too.
Haures: ...!
Haures closed his eyes, and then... He blushed a little.
Haures: Fufu... Thank you, Master.
Haures: I got to meet such a wonderful person... I'm happy.
Haures: And, this... I feel a little embarrassed to say this myself, but...
Haures: I... I'm happy that Master thinks of me as someone important.
Haures looked at me... He narrowed his eyes in a friendly manner.
Haures: Um, Master... My plans for today...
Haures: When we drink tea together... Can we rest together?
Haures: I want to calm down and talk about various things with Master.
Haures: Like talking about memories...
You: What about the future?
Haures: Fufu, yeah. I think it would be fun to talk about it.
Haures: Master, please... Let's continue to be together forever.
Haures: Master is more important than anyone... I will make you happy like no one else...
After saying that... Haures carefully took the flower I offered him. This flower in his hands... It became bright and delicate.
#aknk#akuneko#devil butler with black cat#haures clifford#card translation#ăăăă#âi love youâ watch me crying in the corner
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okay I thought about the similarities between jfm and jc's unrequited crushes who prefer their 'servant's' company to their own and it looped around from being tragic to being really funny again. jc pined after wq so clumsily and unsuccessfully with the stupid fucking comb she didn't care about because SHE AND HER FAMILY WERE POLITICAL TARGETS AT THE TIME and HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HER AT ALL and she 100% always preferred the company of wwx, who was genuinely fun to be around, as intelligent and selfless as she was, understood and respected the delicate political position she was in, treated her like an individual, knew what was important to her, helped her family, and sacrificed everything for her safety. wq literally would rather have lived a doomed life in a starving refugee camp with wwx and her family than accept a marriage proposal from jc, jc wq shippers how does it feel to be fucking clowns
#you can say that decision was just for her family. but you could tell how much she loved wwx too and how little she cared about jc#he sucks to be around and whoever is in his life just needs to be someone who's inexplicably into that and it is NOT wq#she has her own shit she can't be babying him and soothing his self-esteem issues!!! the cultivation world had her family in a death camp#like WHAT would be the appeal here???? 'he cares about his family like she does' actually he publicly denounced his brother who is her#really good friend so...????? no?????? do they think she thinks he's hot??? isn't that a little superficial???#his sarcasm and prickliness don't gel with her sincerity and guardedness. she wouldn't like his joking roughhousing and she's more mature#than all that anyway....also I can't think of a single time he even looked wen ning's way pre-ss and wn is THE most important person to her#and its actually disgustingly ooc to see how jc wq shippers just act like he doesn't exist. bc what they can't pretend he'd get along with#wn effectively? but that's wen ning!!!! how is she married to someone who doesn't care about him or even hates him!#WHERE'S THAT POST LIKE#jc: lady wen may I rub thine feet? feed you grapes?#wq: uhhhh#wwx: hey wq!#wq: wei wuxian! *they do a 15 step handshake*#jc: okay guys I'll just be uhh. over here#wwx and wq: laughing together#UGH she was so great. travesty of the century that she died like that for the emotional development of a male character!!!#I really do like wq tho I don't really know what to say about her. she was a solemn character who knew her ending far before anyone else di#and didn't fight it for her own sake only for her family's#I just hope she was able to be at peace in the end. it seems so cruel that she was ripped away from the only person she truly wanted#to be with forever#ALSO her entire thing is repaying debts!!! which he categorically FAILED to do!!! she wouldn't respect that or find it admirable/attractive#he probably looked like a fucking impotent self-centered coward. which he WAS! SHE SAVED HIS LIFE!!!!#cql txp
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An AU? About Diantha and Lance raising Iris and Silver?
And itâs wholesome and soft??
I need more info. When did they get together? Was it after they adopted/took in Iris and Silver?? Before??
THANKS FOR ASKING OMF FINALLY I GET TO SHARE THIS HAHAHAH
Anyways holy shit owo
Yeah so in my lil au, Lance and Diantha actually met at Kalos during one conference when they were younger, and they actually battled, Diantha was champion during that time already, but Lance was still climbing up the ranks of the Indigo League, but he's strong yknow, he even beat the E4, so yeah they met during that, I wanna say Dia's like nineteen and Lance was twenty-one during that
And they kept in touch yknow, they'd check in on each other from time to time, and a few years later, when Lance told her he was part of the Indigo League Elite Four, she was so excited and happy for him, so she decided to celebrate w him by visiting Johto. And yeah, the two became closer than ever, and like, yeah around their second year being friends they decided to try a relationship w each other, and hey it worked out yknow, really well that they're still together after years
And like cbdmdn ough idk, I want it to be like bcmdnd like yknow how Iris was originally from Blackthorn, imagine if before the elders gave her away to Drayden, Lance decided to take her in, telling the elders since he's the head of their clan now, he can do whatever he wants, and he wants to take care of the child, she was a Blackthorn now and there's nothing they can do abt it
He called in Diantha, said "so I fought with the elders and.. and we have a kid now."
"....excuse me, WHAT"
"*sends a pic of Iris playing with Dragonair* her name is Iris"
"oh my Arceus"
So yeah, Diantha rushed to Johto after her lil panic, and like idk, imagine once she got there she sees Lance holding Iris close to him, and he's reading her a book abt dragons, and lil Iris was so amazed by everything, then they finally saw her, and Diantha's heart almost couldn't take it, Iris was looking at her, those bright red eyes shining w such a light, and Dia just caved in when Iris smiled at her, she honestly cried
And like yeah yknow just cjmxxn they're all soft and such, that night all three of them were together in Lance's room, w Iris between them, and she's there pointing at Lance calling him dad and pointing at Diantha calling her mom and Dia cried againâ hugging Iris all "that's right, little one, oh you are so amazing!" And Iris was there giggling and hugging her back, repeating the word mom over and over again. And god Lance just looks at them and man he just loves them so much he joined in on the hug it's all so sweet I'm jcjxnxmx
But like yknow cjdmnd once Iris was asleep, Lance and Diantha finally have a lil talk and such, and it was oh so sudden yknow, that suddenly they have a kid now, and they didn't even get to talk abt having a family of their own just yet, and they're honestly terrified that they'd become like their parents. But like, yknow, Iris was w them now, and even if she just entered their life so suddenly, they couldn't imagine their lives without her. And yeah, they promised each other that they'll be good parents to Iris, that they won't fail her like how their own parents failed them
And just chmdndn yknow, a year later maybe, Diantha visits Johto again, it was a bit rough for them considering that Diantha's still Champion yknow and she's an actress too, she has a ton of shit to work on back at Kalos, but at least she gets a few months breaks every once in a while. So yeah, she's at Johto now, and it's all cool yknow, they're out on a lil outing and such, visiting Ecruteak, and even Goldenrod, and getting some rage candy bars at Mahogany, and imagine that's where they met Silver tho
Like they see this five year old kid trying to steal candy behind the vendor's back, and Lance was there telling him off but like, the kid looked so scared but also equally pissed, and like, Lance and Diantha asking him where his parents were and he just sneered at them saying that his parents are weak and bad and he doesn't like them and doesn't wanna be w them anymore
Lance was abt to say more stuff, but like Diantha's there crouching down to the kid's level, asking him abt his name, where he's from, and like, ough jdmd Silver calming down and telling her everything, and then Dia smiled at him and buys him more food, and ofc Silver was shocked to say the least bc she was really nice to him. And like, Dia telling him that he shouldn't even be roaming around without a Pokémon of his own, as he could get hurt, but he didn't care he told her, he's strong. Diantha knew that's a bluff ofc, even a little Flabebe could hurt a child, but Silver clearly trusts her a bit, so she just nods along. But yknow, imagine after that, Silver just quietly follows them around, like at a distance, bc he doesn't wanna be seen as weak
But they all noticed him yknow, Iris especially, kept waving at him and he's there making shushing motions so she wouldn't blow his cover, but she just wants to be his friend yknow. And Lance just went "yknow if you want to stay with us for dinner, you can, I'm sure Iris would love to have someone to play with" and Silver just accepted cause honestly it's better than living on the cold streets of Johto
And yeah just cjmdnd ough pls them just taking care of Silver too tho, giving him new clothes before they actually got home, buying him the snacks that he wanted, even got him some games and toys cause they know Iris doesn't like sharing much and they'd rather not have two kids fighting while they're trying to think of what to do w Silver since from what they know his parents are still around yknow.
But also imagine Silver and Iris bonding while Lance and Diantha prepare their dinner, Iris is there showing off her dragon plushies to him, telling him that one day she's gonna be a Dragon Master too, and Silver scoffs at that saying he wants to be strong enough to be Champion
Iris just up and goes "ohh! mom is a Champion!"
"really?"
"yeah! Champion of.. uh.. Kalos!"
So later that night, before dinner, Silver went to Diantha and said that he wants to be a Champion like her too
And yknow yeah years later after they got everything settled, they're just a happy lil family, while yeah Diantha was still a bit busy w her Champion duties, and Lance w his E4 and soon to be Champion duties, they somehow made it work. Sometimes the kids even stay at Kalos w Diantha and her family. So hey it's all cool hahah
#god i have more concepts abt them its insane cndmnd#also wanna say silver is older than iris by two years#and hes a good brother okay he may not seem like it but if he sees anyone messing w iris its on sight#and like cndmdn ough their starter mons too ndmdn#i do wanma give them different mons but at the same time i want their mons to stay the same hahah#but yeah this is the most self indulgent au ive ever made so yeah owoâ hahaha#pokemon au#pokemon champions#silkwingshipping#an ask and an answer#jerseyk112#silkwing au
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#i don't know how people who do not have siblings live cause#whenever i feel the very intense and real urge to genuinely kms their faces pop up in my head#my sister laughing at my jokes after she had a bad day and saying with tears in her eyes that hey you know what i need you so much please#call me constantly when im abroad i don't know what I'd do without you#and my little brother not trusting my parents advice when he is sick because he thinks they're constantly telling him to do a hundred thing#anyway but listening to me when im giving the exact same advice asking me such innocent questions that seem so obvious#but he doesn't know because of his childlike innocence#like why are we not going to the doctor if i have fever how do our parents know how to cure it and how can i take dolo without a doctors#prescription and me laughing and explaining that it's okay it's normal it's paracetamol you don't have to worry you'll be okay in day or 2#or how he's excitedly telling me that these are the colleges i looked up are they good how do you know if they're good#he needs me so much even tho he'd never say it they've been even worse parents to him than to me he doesn't have anyone else#so then how could i be so selfish and hurt the two people who love and need me the most the two people on whom if i see tears#it feels like a stab directly to the heart?#but i can't help it. can't help fantasizing about dying#maybe myself but even better if by some terminal illness#i keep thinking me lying in a hospital bed and doctors saying there's a complicated procedure and it's very expensive and results aren't#even guaranteed so are you sure want to be treated#and me saying no please let me die my parents would protest at first they would feel it is their duty responsibility to keep me alive#but id say please i don't have anything to live for and i just CAN'T i can't do this i can't live this life it's too difficult im not#capable im already failing please just let me give up and then they'd agree#and then i would tell my father that im sorry i couldn't pay you back for all the money you spent on me my education my living expenses#but atleast now i won't ask for anymore money from you ever you'll probably get some money from the insurance policies#and i would tell my mom that sorry for being such a burden on you all these years but now you can finally be free with the 2 kids you#actually love and you never have to cook for me again or fold my clothes or feel bad that i won't attend your family functions#and i would tell my siblings that i know it's sad but please i know you guys are strong and bright and you're gonna be very happy and#successful and that's enough for me im sorry we couldn't have our dream raksha bandhan away from our parents but you can carry on without#me and ill always love you. and that would be it.#i know it's wrong to fantasize so much about dying and ive read somewhere that they may just seem like thoughts now but if left untreated#one day you're gonna have a bad day and you're gonna find the perfect opportunity and you were so sure you were never going to do it but#then you do. but i don't know how to stop
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as far as jack could tell, jervis was really out of it; and it made him wonder it was due to something that had happened while he was out with his father, or when they'd gotten here. perhaps both. jack gnawed on his bottom lip, his eyes darting to jervis's hands, which were flexing like he was struggling with something. an eyebrow rose as jack contemplated asking whether he needed some pain medication.
since he didn't receive an answer to his question yet, jack figured he might as well introduce himself. â uhh, well, you don't have to talk to me if you aren't feeling up to it. my sister told me that you fainted in front of her out there â so, i understand if you're still feeling sick. my name is jack, â he scratched at the back of his neck as he continued to observe jervis. whenever the man tried to get up, jack approached him and was about to caution jervis that maybe he shouldn't by lightly touching his shoulder.
but he remembered matilda telling him something about the other really not liking to be touched, so he merely was going to verbally tell him. up until jervis laid back down himself, anyhow. jack couldn't hold himself back from frowning at his poor present state before venturing out of the room with a 'i'll be right back.' and indeed he had been, with two different vials, alongside a few syringes to inject into that IV bag: should jervis want to be medicated. jack figured it'd be easier to just do that rather than forcing him to swallow anything.
he placed those also on the table before tilting his head at the quote jervis had said until it clicked a few seconds later, â that's a quote from through the looking glass, isn't it? and one that the red queen said in the story if i remember correctly. she was basically teaching alice that staying in the same place is falling behind, right? â jack squinted his eyes at that before a thought came to mind. a soft snort left him, but one that was done of an innocent sort of amusement rather than malice. â that is a kind of roundabout way of talking about survival of the fittest. but hey, lewis carroll was all about the whimsy of things, i guess. and its no big deal. â
jack pretended not to see the tears that the other shed for jervis's own sake. the blood on his lips was something he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried, though. jack grabbed a washcloth from his pack and held it out towards's jervis's hand. once it was out of his hand was when jack set down that teacup, the slightly too long stripped pants he wore swaying across the ground. â mm, you and dad were both asleep for nearly four hours. sure â i don't think that's silly at all. i keep something on me all the time from when my brother, julien, was still around. â the bracelet he showed the other on his right wrist then seemed to be made up entirely of tiny conch shells.
julien was a big fan of the sea, which jack thought made his death all the more crushing. after seeing the state that the stuffed animal was in, he figured that that bunny must've been really loved; though it didn't really matter by whom it was. the end result was the same, as love changes you. jack knew this well as he'd never wanted anything more than to be embraced by the warmth of it.
he quickly shook that thought off, only to grab the two vials he got from the fridge once more. â eh... the four hours actually went by rather fast. â jack cleared his throat then, â you know, i couldn't help but notice that you aren't looking so hot still, and so i grabbed some meds for you. but i won't force you to take them. i have a pain reliever as well as something that relieves vertigo. are either, or both of these, something you want? â
Eigengrau.
A faint hum buzzed in his ears; his mouth was so dry it felt like heâd swallowed a wad of wool.
The thin sheet beneath him brushed his fingertips as Jervis flexed his hands, cracking his eyes open a sliver. The room tilted, everything blurring at the edges. Ah⊠so he had fainted. Just as heâd suspected. No glasses, then.
"Hey. Ahh, you're awake⊠That's awesome. How are you feeling?"
The new voice was barely a whisper, young and uncertainâbelonging to a boy, maybe sixteen or eighteen by the timber. Was this another of Barton's assistants, a friend of Matildaâs, or perhaps her brother? Jervis couldnât quite remember; hadn't Barton mentioned something about having more than one child?
He winced, his body feeling heavy, leaden; aching everywhere. Slowly, he exhaled and tried to push himself uprightâtried being the keyword. The effort brought only a wave of vertigo, dizzying and blue-hot, making his vision swim.
⊠ohh, godâŠ
He swallowed thickly, curling into himself. Something wasnât right. His glasses and gloves werenât the only thing missing. He was in his socks, jeans, and a now damp charcoal t-shirt, his body slick with cold sweat. His graying auburn curls clung to his neck in tangled ropes. His boots were beside the cot, his messenger bag on a desk across the room. His overcoat and maroon button-down were draped over a chair.
A flicker of discomfort in his right arm. Burning. Tugging.
Jervis glanced down at the source: a plastic tube. A peripheral IV catheter.
"Ah, you know... 'It takes all the running you can do, to stay in the same place,'" he muttered, his voice clipped and hollow; Bermudian accent casual, almost detached. He turned his eyes to the boy; offered him a faint, strained smile. "Keeps things interesting, I suppose... but I appreciate your concern, lad."
He lifted his fingers to his cheek, feeling the moisture trickle downâsalt on his lips. Tears, sharp and stinging. Jervis flinched and quickly scrubbed them away with the heels of his hands.
Cold metal pressed into his spine, tight around his neckâthe chain with his and Sylvieâs wedding rings twisted against his skin. He mustâve been thrashing in his sleep. There was blood on his lips.
"Forgive meâŠ" His vision swam as he watched the boy set a teacup on the small table beside the cot, just within view. "But I'm afraid I've rather lost my sense of time. How long has it been since IâŠ?" He paused, his voice barely steady. "... if... if you donât mind, could you please reach into my coat pocket? You'll find a small cuddly toy. A rabbit..." He rubbed his mouth, lowered his eyes. "It sounds foolish, I know... but it... it was my daughter's, you see..."
The boy nodded, moving quickly to retrieve the toy from Jervisâ coat pocket, and placed it on the table beside the teacup. The bunny was missing one of its button eyes, its white fur faded and matted. A pink satin ribbon around its neck was frayed and tattered.
âThank you,â Jervis said hoarsely. âI must have been out of it for quite a while.â
#divingdownthehole#tw: mentions of child death.#tw: medication.#tw: illness.#ooh okay okay đ that song was also a really good listen while reading your reply! like GAH you are just so good at selecting songs-#that capture the vibes of your replies perfectly tbhhh. BUT hiii!! and aww well i was just telling you the truth about how i felt but#its no problem at all emi!!! and OMG really? honestly i didn't get that impression at all as i thought your reply perfectly described-#just how complex the effects of trauma on a person can be as characters are a reflection of real life people so it only makes sense-#that jervis's mind is just... so chocked full of images related to the things he's been through despite him not wanting to be reliving#these events or seeing them anymore you know? and i honestly can't blame him for seemingly not wanting to do either of those things as#recovery + healing isn't really ever a straight path as you pointed out there. thus i didn't think any of it was overdramaticized or#anything of that nature! so don't worry you're totally good with that!! but yeah jervis as a character has really been dealt a bad hand#in my opinion and that's really unfortunate because no one deserves having to lose their parents or lose their daughter ):#and jervis is at a spot in his timeline where he has still lost alice relatively recently right? so that's just. UGH i feel so bad for him#tbh as having to experiencing one of your kids dying sounds really terrible.#but AWW well thank you so much for saying so!! it makes me so happy to hear that you're always excited for them. but yeahhh-#trust me when i say their madness may be even worse when they're just amongst themselves unfortunately enough ahahhh... đ« #but i'm so honored? that you were intrigued?? by my description of him??? like AHHH i'm giving you the biggest hug RN and i just-#want to say TYSM once more!!! but yes i'm not going to lie because jack + julien were basically like brothers before barton-#even came along jack was very attached to him and julien didn't like killing people either so he was sort of a good influence on him#which might be part of the reason why he is the way he is now TBH but sadly dysfunctional family dynamics often leave people#suffering in their own way from it as you said. but AHH thank you!! you're so sweet PLSSS like i'm glad that you find him interesting-#BC he is a good person at heart unlike barton but they contrast in a different way than say jervis and him would since he tries-#to live his life down the straight and narrow buttt that doesn't always happen for him. and yesss barton is back to bother everyone / hj#LOLLL but gosh you're right!! i think i remember you mentioning it back then :00 but yeah i did some casual research on on it when you-#mentioned the quote in your reply and i thought that the red queen hypothesis had something to do with darwin's survival of the fittest-#idea + it turns out that i was right so i am somewhat proud of myself for that NGL lmao but TBH that is just another example of you-#using such good character writing with jervis because subtext and nuance is like one of those things that i find hard to write sometimes#but what a character doesn't say is also just as important AS what they say so its interesting that you'd bring that up. but huh i never-#actually thought of it that way before but that does definitely seem to check out if i'm being honest. BC grief never truly goes-
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When patrolling together, Red Robin and Robin get cornered by the Joker.
They arenât too worried at first considering heâs seemingly only got a dozen men and others are on patrol, but then they see what the men are holding.
Joker had made a new Joker venom and they are seemingly the test subjects.
Damian is instantly ready to fight, but Tim is running the odds through his mind and itâs not good. They have a good chance of getting out, they are trained after all, but not without one or both of them getting the venom and who knows how long it will take to make a cure of a new concoction.
Tim canât let that happen.
Jason, Barbara, himselfâŠ
Damian will not be added to the list of people of people tormented by this mad man.
With coms being out of reach as the two went into a private channel so they wouldnât get in trouble for bickering, and their every move being watched, Tim had few choices.
Tim swallows and pushes Damian behind him, standing tall with his chin up even as his hands start to shake.
Damian starts to protest but Tim is speaking first, âLet him go and you can-⊠can have JJ back.â
The way Joker starts to grin even wider, slow and painful, is the most unnerving sight Tim has seen in a long time.
Joker laughs loud and starts clapping.
âOh joy, oh joy! This is more fun than I thought! Always so good at surprises, JJ!â
His laughing doesnât stop as Tim shakily turns to his little brother, whoâs almost eighteen but still little even as he grows taller than him, and holds onto his shoulders.
âRobin, I need you to listen to me. You have to let me go with them or youâll get hurt, okay? You have to promise me you wonât follow us because I canât let you get hurt like me and-â
One of the goons takes the chance to knock Robin out and lets him slump into Timâs arms.
Just as he begins to panic about them hurting Damian or bringing them with him, Joker comes up behind him and wraps an arm move his shoulders, âDonât worry about him, JJ! Little Robin number⊠whatever, will be just fine! Batsy will find him and take him back to his nest, while weâŠâ - Joker leans in so he can whisper in his ear - âhave a little family catch up!â
Tim nods, not finding it in himself to smile or play along yet, but keeping up his end of his offer.
It takes one day of shocks after his forced make over for him to settle back into the role he learnt the first time. Last time it took two and half a weeks for him to give in and learn his part properly, and then a few more days before he was rescued, but this time it feels almost natural as he puts on a big grin and starts a familiar giggle.
He thinks of Damian, who may have been turned into Joker Junior Junior or some other absurd name, and tells himself itâs worth it to protect him from any more trauma.
Tim is kept for a month, playing house with a mad man who makes rants about JJâs mother leaving him for a woman and being tortured every time he doesnât laugh quick enough or seems just a little distant.
When heâs found he doesnât realise. Heâs just sitting there at a dinner table with straps on the chair keeping him down. Heâs laughing loudly, knows if he stops heâll be hit or shocked or forced to drink some kind of toxic chemical until he pukes up blood. He canât stop, because Papa will be mad and heâs scary when heâs mad and mama isnât there anymore.
When he process the change of scenery he finds himself in a hospital bed in the cave.
JJ and Tim are so blurred into the same person that when he sees Damian he has no idea who he is at first. He almost expects someone younger, the little boy who first showed up, because thatâs the little boy he gave himself up for.
But when Damian stared back at him and starts to tear up Tim finds himself remembering who he wants to be.
He pulls his little brother into his arms, jostling Alfred the Cat, and sobs into his hairline while ignoring the green in his periphery and praying he doesnât start to laugh.
He fails, but Damian doesnât give up on him.
#batfam#tim drake#bat family#dc comics#batfamily#dc universe#dc#tim drake is red robin#damian wayne#joker jr#joker junior#dc joker#joker
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but mama, i love him êš oscar piastri smau
oscar piastri x leclerc!reader
the one where oscar's girlfriend has been soft launching their relationship for ages. and he's okay with it, especially if it means he can keep hiding in plain sight from her three overprotective brothers.
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ynleclerc omg omg omg... charles leclerc signed my hat? should i add it to the shrine? give them something to sacrifice?
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username any non-f1 fan would automatically assume ynleclerc is a crazy fan page for charles
username or a charles leclerc hate page... all she does it make fun of her brothers here
username she's offering her signed hat for the tifosi to sacrifice for a CL16 win??? that seems like pure love all around
arthur_leclerc i also signed your hat?
ynleclerc i also do not care? will a hat signed by you get me millions if i sell it for sacrificial purposes?
charles_leclerc what's next? my personal belongings?
ynleclerc is that an offer? if so, oui. i will take what i think will make me the most money next time i'm there, merci <3
scuderiaferrari if it gets us a 1-2 finish, sacrifice everything ynleclerc... please đ
username being a Ferrari fan is so satisfying when you remember ynleclerc is an automatic inclusion in everything and anything charles does
username the things i would do to have her as a McLaren fan... she's too beautiful for Ferrari đ
oscarpiastri a piastri hat will get you good money in straya btw
username oscar??
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oscarpiastri 'stop hitting me with the ball on purpose you jerk' was said more times than it should've been, by someone who really just sucks at tennis. had an awesome week back home, time to get back to it đȘ
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logansargeant no wonder you're so worried about getting run over
username the coordinating outfits?? i'm gonna scream, who is she!!!
username what does logan know, tell us your secrets girl logansargeant
username oscar is gonna soft launch this relationship until the end of time. show us her face, you coward!!
ynleclerc did you pay her for all the bruises that tennis ball left?? poor girl
oscarpiastri it's not my fault she's a terrible tennis player, we all know i've offered to pay for a trainer
landonorris so this is why you couldn't come to bali with me đ€š
username lando really said i'm the third wheel??
username to be fair i'd probably pick oscar's girlfriend over lando for a week away too
username girly you don't even know who she is!!! she could be the devil
username i wanna be included in oscar's post week home photo dump :(
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oscarpiastri you can call me pookie whenever you want if you're gonna post things like this
ynleclerc i'd call you pookie with or without your permission, mon amour
charles_leclerc who is this
charles_leclerc why won't you tell us who you're dating
charles_leclerc we won't hurt him
charles_leclerc answer my texts
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ynleclerc get you a man who can do both, luckiest woman in the world whenever you're around. mon amour đ€
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username people involved in formula 1 and their obsession with soft launching everything NEEDS to be studied
username at least she posts her boyfriend and he isn't just a small figure in the background of every post (charles this is a direct hate comment)
arthur_leclerc this would have been very lovely if it weren't for the last photo
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ynleclerc suppose it's a good thing you could easily ignore it. cheers :)
pascale.leclerc.355 trĂ©s belle, ma fille đ
charles_leclerc maman?
username could you IMAGINE if ynleclerc told pascale but obviously hasn't told her brothers? i can FEEL the outrage
username starting to think this may be a driver, ynleclerc is at every race weekend and ALWAYS makes a post with her mystery man at some point during the week after...
username okay ms sleuth (i think it's lando)
username i'm like 65% sure it's oscar, and 35% positive it's someone that looks a lot like oscar
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ynleclerc someone exposed us on twitter, so i had to expose us on instagram đźâđš
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oscarpiastri love you <3
oscarpiastri i will love you even when a ferrari has run me over, of course.
arthur_leclerc is this your way of telling me i was right, without texting me back?
charles_leclerc this must be a joke, non?
pascale.leclerc.355 so very excited to finally be able to invite the both of you for dinner. trĂ©s belle đ€
charles_leclerc maman, you knew?
ynleclerc oscar and i will see you for sunday dinner, maman! <3
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ynleclerc live feed of oscar running away from charles in the paddock when he said he 'just wanted to talk, mate'
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charles_leclerc i truly just wanted to talk about the race
charles_leclerc i did not have a speech planned, non
arthur_leclerc i did have a speech planned
lorenzotl i just wanted to welcome him to the family, as a good big brother should
oscarpiastri my apple watch warned me of an overactive heart rate 5 times today. why did you do this to me. why couldn't you have three sisters???
ynleclerc so very sorry, in our next life i'll try to make sure you only have to worry about sisters and not three overprotective brothers
oscarpiastri as long as i get to spend every lifetime with you <3
i actually got a request for something like this ages ago, and finally got around to finishing it. i so hope you all loved it as much as i loved writing it. thank you for all the support!!
i'm not currently taking requests, but if anyone has lil suggestions or prompts please feel free to send them.
#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri imagine#f1 x reader#f1 x you#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri smau#f1 smau#f1 one shot#f1 imagine#f1 fluff#oscar piastri fluff#f1#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#oscar piastri x you#my writing#smau
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nicky + the twins headcannons
andrew was a little blindsided by nicky taking custody. after tilda passed, andrew was expecting to go back into the system and he was ready to fight tooth and nail to stay with his brother and keep them both safe, or make luther and maria regret taking them in everyday the twins spent under the hemmick's roof.
andrew gave nicky a really wide berth for a really long time. in his mind, an adult man he doesn't know flies halfway across the world, leaving behind what sounds like a happy life, to get two underage boys alone in a house with him. at first, there's no "this is my cousin, this is my family." he doesn't know this person. he's never known this person. but he knows nicky's father. and andrew doesn't want that person alone with his brother.
neither twin really thought nicky was going to be a good guardian. both were expecting to fend for themselves a lot more than they ended up having to.
nicky spends the first several weeks cataloging every little detail about the twins that he can. aaron likes spicy food, andrew does not. andrew tears all his food into tiny pieces for some reason and aaron eats like a normal human being. andrew has a major sweet tooth. aaron also likes sweets, but prefers salty snacks. both twins always seem to be cold. both twins like to color-code things. both twins are right-handed and have horrific handwriting.
all the twins' teachers tell nicky that the boys are incredibly smart but don't seem to engage with their full potential. andrew excels at english and writing based classes while aaron flourishes in math and science.
nicky bakes a (pretty okay) cake for the twins birthday and presents it at breakfast. it's the first time someone actually bakes aaron a birthday cake.
nicky would purposely say or do things to get negative attention from the twins because he saw the way they would make eye contact across the room/the table when nicky would annoy them. he decides that letting them have a common enemy may help bring them a little closer than making an enemy out of each other.
it's nicky that teaches the twins to drive.
aaron and nicky bond over television shows.
nicky remembers the first time each twin chose to spend time with him. aaron sat down beside him and silently watched the show nicky was finishing. andrew helped nicky clean up the kitchen on their birthday after nicky made them the cake.
#tell me more hcs you have about nicky raising the twins#i want to know how nicky kept them from killing each other.#twinyards#aaron minyard#andrew minyard#nicky hemmick#aftg#aftg headcanon
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Since Iâve been encouraged to actually share my funny little blorbo ideas hereâs another one gang;
Danny moves to Gotham on scholarship for engineering, because the Fentons may be infamous but theyâre also insanely brilliant and besides both he and Jazz are showing every sign of embarrassed child of a super genius syndrome, so while the bats are keeping a close eye on him Just In Case, duke is also thinking of introducing him to the Our Parents Are Maniacs But Anyway club maybe after the first month or so.
Gotham does not go for standard dorm living bc of his âconditionâ and lack of wanting to constantly spook/gaslight a roommate. Besides, living with two small children is a dorm sounds like a disaster in action.
So Danny signs up as a mechanic in Crime Alley, buys himself a teeny weensy lil apartment and Makes It Work. He has been all year after showing up with a de aged Dani and Dan in Amnity after all, and that had gone,,, fine? (The entire town, observing how Danny had been getting increasingly more uncomfortable around his godfather prior to the cloning incident, then just dropped off the face of the earth for several months, the first two weeks stuck in Vladâs basement enduring horrors and the next Too Many desperately fapping around in the Ghost Zone to get everything handled. All the clones live, all 13 of them. Bunch of them are stuck in the Ghost Zone due to constant need for ectoplasm, but eh, plenty of Zone born never leave, so. One, in the future, apprentices under a green warrior lady on Pandoraâs suggestion, another is working in the Eternal Library with Ghost Writer, etc etc. so Danny eventually came back to Amnity with one small child under each arm very obviously traumatized by Somethingn with vlad and doesnât like being alone with him,,, or touched without warning,, and immediately and passionately proclaims the kids his but struggles to explain how or why,, look some very reasonable assumptions are drawn okay. So the town does the very reasonable thing and does the midwestern equivilant of excommunicating Vlad, except itâs a lot more run him out with pitchforks vibes since heâs the Mayor. Anyway)
He is immediately loved, because while non Gothamites are usually more of a pain than theyâre worth, everyone in a while someone even from out of town will just fit in so nicely itâs uncanny for everyone involved. Addams family vibes, itâs referred to as âmaking it homeâ, just personal hc. He is protective of all the kids playing in the parks and street girls that can totally take care of themselves on their corners but find it HILARIOUS when he just tackles a dick like a wild animal full force no warning. He can fix anything it seems, but refuses to work with weapons. Reasonable enough, people get twitchy about gangs sometimes. Danny mentions being not against Hood or anything, but heâs not going to work for him, littles to take care of and all, but had past experience with âDora and that inheritance mess with her brother he was being a real prick aboutâ so everyone assumes itâs the equivilant of him having Done His Time and being plenty good for a life time and respects it as long as none of that petty midwestern small town hotshots bring any of that shit over here. And they donât, because said individuals are on the other side of the mortal veil, so happy day.
See I really love deaged!Dan because heâs just a grumpy lil guy. But heâs also killed millions. Heâs so protective of his loved ones, but held back by blending in and also being Smol that it comes off more bitey kitten than anything else. Dani, of course, is a terror, so she fits right in with the crowd.
And sorry gang, but a bunch of kids on their own in Gotham in a poor side of the city just isnât going to get any attention: thatâs just business as usual really. What first gets attention on Danny is not his âconditionâ or being mistaken for a meta (which he legally probs has an argument for even without the gene bc like these bitches donât know how metaism works anyway so) or alien (Iâm 90% sure heâd be covered by the alien protection act by virtue of being half ânot from earthâ), but because Danny despite best efforts is a Weird Guy.
He grew up in what could only be described as a low level villain level and spent most of high school dealing with smack downs and spiritual invasion. Heâs never really processed that any of that is not in fact Normal. Also, heâs capable of making Anything if given the insides of a toaster, blender and alarm clock, and could probably rewrite the circuits of the apartment blindfolded and improve them 1000% even if it ABSOLUTELY would not be up to code.
And sure, things slip every once in a while, bits of spectral ice here, small floating incident there, but everyone just Minds Their Buisness ya know? You really gunna mess with the guy that personally ensured that when your car got flattened by a fight with Killer Croc, you were still able to get in to work the next day by some wizardry? Really?
But Gotham is a city so cursed itâs probably in the exponents countwise, so of course there is a) a flourishing community of magic users and assorted supernatural weirdos and b) a whole lot of shit for Mega Overpowered Ghost King Danny to idly pick at day to day in order to help with his protecting other Obsession. Gotham has plenty of heroes, but by god do they need the spiritual equivilant of an electrician/priest.
Still, Danny, as a baby ancient under a facet of Kronos and KING OF THE DEAD is like, way, way out of their scope to be able to grok, so it mostly just comes off as you know, a family of banshees or something. When asked, Danny very haltingly says he was briefly dead but then revived, which neatly explains his Weird Ass aura and makes it SPECTACULARLY AWKWARD to ask further about. So everyone nods politely, and goes back to their lives after double checking no nefarious bullshit was being pulled.
Then, of course, Vlad finally tracks them down. The whole neighborhood is altered in short order because he doesnât bother trying to hide being a Rich Bitch or how heâs sneering down his nose at people on the sidewalk. Every connects the dots when Danny paniks. Dani and Danâs daycare are staffed with some extra, very buff set of hands within the hour. Jerry, Hoodâs third in command, personally shows up to the garage Danny is working at to talk things out with him bc he knows he does t like the deal with this stuff due to past unspecified circumstances but well, they guys had already started fucking with him, you see. Stole his tires, spray painted the windows, pickpocketed him blind, and when he retreated tipped off the police to the drugs theyâd planted in the glove box.
Danny might not have been born in Gotham, but he was one of them. And the Alley takes care of it own.
#basically I want a fic where itâs not the Batfam but Gotham itself latching onto Danny#also more angy lil baby man Dan in big puffy coats being protective#dp x dc#dc x dp#gotham
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Would you be willing write a Remus fic about that super blue moon that is supposed to be happening?? like maybe itâs so so bad for him and he takes it all out on reader and sheâs really sensitive and you can go from there lol
thatâd be great love but itâs okay if not, thanks!! <3
thanks for the request! decided to make this with our Black!sister reader since we've been having fun with her <3
Remus Lupin x Black!reader who he takes out his Super Blue Moon frustrations on [1.6k words]
CW: Remus was being mean/rude to reader but we don't really see the angst... just the consequences of the angst, hurt/comfort, big brother Sirius having absolutely NONE of the nonsense!
âHey moons, have you seen my sister around lately?â Sirius asked nonchalantly as he entered their shared dorm room; noticing immediately the tension in Remusâ shoulders as he positioned his body away from the door.Â
âHow should I know?â Remus muttered darkly. âIâm not her keeper.â
And though Sirius had tried to be cool when he first realised his baby sister and best friend had less than platonic feelings for each other and vowed to stay out of their relationship, there were unfortunately some things that Sirius couldnât let slide.
âDid she eat all of your chocolate?â He asked calmly, causing Remus to roll his shoulders in an attempt to pacify himself.Â
âNo?â
âMâkay.â Sirius agreed as he put his school books in his trunk. âDid she throw your books into the Black lake?âÂ
âSirius.â Remus hissed warningly.
âDid she tell Snape to sneak out after curfew to the Whomping Willow one night so that he would come face to face with Moony, only for James to have to fight you off of him as Snape ran for his life? Oh, wait, that was me.â
âFuck off, Sirius.â
âNo thanks.â Sirius huffed as he closed his trunk with a thud. âWell, if she hasnât done any of those things, why are you treating her like such an arse?âÂ
âIâm not treating her like anything, Pads. Stay out of it.â Remus nearly growled as he stood abruptly from his desk and moved towards his bed.Â
âShanât.â Sirius refused, following his friend across the room. âYou chose to date my sister, you have to deal with the consequences.âÂ
âGreat bloody choice I made.â Remus muttered petulantly, yelping when a book hit him in the head.
âAre you fucking kidding me?â He hissed as he looked at Sirius who was staring him down defiantly.Â
âIf you know whatâs good for you, Rem, you will never speak about my sister like that again, got it?âÂ
Remus seemed to relent as he laid back on his bed and pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to bring his boiling anger down to a simmer.Â
âIâm the first to admit that Blackâs are not often a good bunch, but if a Black could be perfect, sheâs about as close as they would come. And I donât like seeing her this terrified.â
Remus sat up at that, narrowing his eyes at his friend in confusion. âSheâs not terrified of me.â
Sirius shrugged in disagreement. âShe tenses every time you walk into the Great Hall and canât seem to make eye contact with you, which usually only happens after a crucio or two from mummy dearest.â
Sirius watched the fight leave Remus almost immediately as he looked down at his lap in shame. âSheâsâŠsensitive, Rem. We all are, we-â Sirius cut himself off as he stared unseeingly at the stone wall behind his mates head. âWe canât handle these kinds of moods as well as some other people can; tension and anger always led to pain and punishment growing up.â
âItâs not her, Pads.â Remus whispered.Â
âI know itâs not. Somewhere deep down she might know that too butâŠâ
âI know.â Remus offered, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. âItâs thisâŠthis fucking moon, I- itâs driving me barmy.âÂ
âI understand that, but you canât take it out on her; itâs not her fault.â Sirius offered gently before retreating from the dorm to allow his friend to digest what he said; he may not like the fact that his best friend and sister found their way to each other, but he also knew that both of you deserved to be happy. If he could help you both achieve that by being supportive, well, supportive he would be.Â
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Remus felt shame course through his body as he walked through the library in search of you.Â
Between his senses being heightened this close to the moon, the additional magic at play with the super blue moon, and the fact that he knew you were a creature of habit and had a table you often frequented, it didnât take him long to find you.Â
âMind if I join you?â He asked quietly, feeling his heart crack painfully when you did, indeed, flinch at the sound of his voice and sat impossibly straighter in your chair.
âOkay.â You whispered in response, not looking away from your book as he moved to sit across the table from you, though he could tell you were no longer reading as your eyes remained glued to one spot.Â
âIâm sorry that Iâve been such an arse, Dove.â
âItâs okay.â You said quickly, still not looking at him.
âNo itâs not.â He argued softly.
He watched your jaw tighten as you repositioned yourself in your chair in obvious discomfort.Â
âItâs this moon.â You explained breezily.Â
âWhich isnât your fault, and I shouldnât be taking it out on you- dove, can you look at me? Please?âÂ
He watched your throat constrict as you stole yourself and brought your eyes up to his. They were glossy, but not like you were about to cry - glossy like you were hiding, like you were occluding.Â
He hated it; hated that you were hiding from him, hated that you felt like you had to hide from him, hated that he made you feel like you had to hide from him, hated that you even knew how to hide inside your own mind at all.Â
âDovey, look at me.â He repeated gently in hopes that youâd let the walls down, daring to reach a hand across the table in invitation.Â
He watched as your eyes flit to his hand and back up again and he tried to keep his face neutral; no pressure or force as he let you decide if you were willing to trust him.Â
You placed your hand in his, but kept your gaze pointed at your joined hands.Â
âI know better than to let my moods affect you, sweetheart. Iâm sorry.â He pressed sincerely.
You scoffed and moved your gaze to one of the rafters above you. âIâm not some delicate flower you need to tiptoe around, Remus; I can handle a bad mood.â You shot back defensively.Â
âI knowâŠâ He whispered as he rubbed circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.
He knew you werenât a delicate flower; on the contrary, you were one of the strongest people heâd ever met.Â
You gave the entire Hufflepuff house a run for their money on who was the most loyal wix in the castle. You always looked out for your brothers, constantly playing referee, devils advocate, and a surrogate parent for the two young Black boys. You grew up making sure Sirius never acted too outlandishly or brought too much trouble onto himself, making sure Regulus wasnât completely beaten down into nothing and grew up to be a semi-decent boy, and taking the blame when you were unable to do either of those things.Â
And to top it all off, you put up with him; a foul-mouthed, poor, Welsh, anger-issue riddled boy who didnât deserve you.Â
âBaby, look at me, please.â He begged, reaching forward with his other hand so he was holding your one in between both of his.
You turned your gaze to him and it seemed to be taking everything in your power to hold his gaze.
âIâm so sorry, my love.â He whispered, bringing your hand to his lips to press a kiss to your fingers.
Your eyes tracked the movement before flitting back up to his.
You offered him a curt nod and chewed on your bottom lip. âI didnât mean to upset you.â You whispered, eyes turning glossy for a whole new reason.
Remus made a pitiful sound from the back of his throat and stood to move to the chair beside you, never relinquishing his grasp on your hand.Â
âYou didnât upset me, dove, I was just upset. And an arse; donât forget the part about me being an arse.â
You offered him a wet chuckle at that as you sniffed, returning his hold of your hand and giving it a squeeze.Â
âI hate not being able toâŠhelp, to take any of the burden off of you, to make it at all less painful for you.â
âYou do, sweetheart, you do. By being here, and being with me, and being patient even when Iâm an arse, okay?â He insisted, punctuating each reason he was grateful for you with a squeeze of your hand. âI donât deserve it but Iâm so lucky to have you.â
âYou do deserve it.â You murmured, bringing your eyes back up to his.
And he couldnât help himself, really; he had always been powerless against the pull you had on him and this time was no different as he closed the distance between the two of you to press a lingering kiss to your lips.Â
âThe point of all this,â Remus said as he broke away from you and bumped your nose with his, âis that you didnât deserve to be treated the way that I treated you this week, and I wonât let it happen again, okay?â
You gave him a sad smile and gave his nose a bump in return.
âHow mad was Sirius?â
âFuming.â Remus admitted immediately.
âDid he throw a pillow at you?â
âA book.â He corrected solemnly, earning him an astonished look from you.Â
âOhâŠyou crossed a line.â
Remus nodded abashedly. âHonestly? I think it might be harder to get him to forgive me than it was to get you to forgive me.â
Remus relished in the surprised laugh that bubbled out of you at that, and he vowed to never ever let another moon cause him to go this long without hearing it again.
#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#marauders#the marauders#Black!sister#the black family#the maruaders#marauder era#black family reader#remus lupin fic#remus lupin hurt/comfort#remus lupin imagine#remus lupin blurb#Remus Lupin ficlet#ellecdc fics#big brother sirius
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Gwayne Hightower x Targaryen reader where she is Rhaenyraâs sister and daughter of Viserys and Aemma, she is pregnant when they visit Kingâs Landing and she has the baby so Alicent calls her as she does with Rhaenyra and Gwayne gets furious about it even more when Alicent insinuates that their son is not Targaryen so from then on he is team black.
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Gwayne Hightower X female reader Targaryen
A/N: I hope its okay that I use an original female character and i don't if i understand your request right but yeah here it is I hope you enjoy. Happy reading mwa!
Disclaimer: grammatical/typographical errors ahead, englisn is not my first language.
Warning: mention of blood, child birth, cursing, and no use of Y/N. Please tell me if I miss anything.
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The married couple returned in Kings Landing from Oldtown for the King's funeral, the second born princess Targaryen along side her husband and her growing belly arrived at King's Landing, the princess was expecting to see her elder sister Rhaenyra only to hear that she had already departed with her family to Dragonstone.
"Your sister s-she is rather not very pleased to be here" the Queen explained of her sister's departure with her new husband Daemon.
"How is your pregnancy daughter?" Alicent asked, changing the topic.
The princess rub her belly as she smiled "It is great though a bit struggle happens"
Gwayne her husband held her hand that was caressing her stomach, as he joined their conversation "My wife pregnancy is very delicate, it is her first pregnancy and the maesters said her body needs a lot of rest"
Otto nodded in acknowledgement "I am happy for the both of you, you seem to grow fond of each other"
The couple smiled, they did indeed. "We truly did and Daeron in Oldtown is one of our witnesses" Gwayne chuckles, the poor boy was tired seeing the two couple always on each other like what a newlywed partners would do.
Alicent sighs at the mention of her youngest son "and how is he? Daeron?"
"He is doing good, a boy full of wit, a good sword fighter" the princess explained ".....he is very kind your grace, a soft hearted child, his heart has a space for animals" she added, her youngest half brother was a great boy, far away from them. He is a chivalrous boy.
"I should talk to the both of you outside, may I?" Alicent turned to them, the couple simply nodded as all of them walked outside the chamber.
"I wish for your wife to give birth here in Red Keep" Alicent said, the princess frowned but before she could give reaction her husband spoke first.
"I wish my child to be born in Oldtown, why you must decision for that?"
Alicent looks resigned to her brother's fire backs.
"It is an order from your Queen" was all the Queen say before she entered the room, shutting the door before them.
Gwayne's clenched fist softened as she caress it. "We shall give it to them for now Gwayne, there's nothing we could lose for giving them a small favor"
Gwayne rolled his eyes "Oh please that is my sister, and I am a Hightower I know how one thinks"
Gwayne was never unknown to the small resentment his sister Queen had for his wife, even before Alicent was a young lady she had always envied the younger princess, the princess was smarter, kind, beautiful, she was like a glowing light walking through the halls of the Keep, everyone pleased her, and when she was on the right age for marriage she was married to him, the heir to Oldtown and a knight. She had the life his sister was deprived of.
And he knew Alicent has some plans behind this little show of hers.
And he was not wrong.
His wife give her the favor, she gave birth between the walls of Red Keep, her screams and groaned echoed all over the Keep, they can hear her dragon Silverwing roaring for her rider.
"Lord Gwayne you shall not enter, you should be somewhere else or perhaps on the training grou-" the servants shuts when his collar was tigtly gripped.
His wife birth was no jest, the Maesters had informed them before her birth that her body was weak, and she might be carrying a boy for having such a hard labor.
"Don't you understand my wife's condition? She needs me, let me in" Gwayne scowled but his request was denied as the servants pulled him away from the room.
One of the Maesters came out, his face full of worry "My Lord, the princess"
"How is my wife?"
"The princess...she is trying her best my Lord but I must be honest with you, I have both a good and bad message to deliver" the Maester exhales before he continued. "The good one is that the princess is able to push half of the babe's body"
Gwayne wanted to smile, he will finally have an heir and child that he had hope would taken the look after his beautiful wife but knowing that the news has a bad new to come, he can't help but worry for his princess.
"And what is the other one?"
"The babe was rather in an unfortunate position, in birth the head of the babe should be the first thing to come out but in her condition it is unfortunately the other way around"
"You mean my baby's head is still stuck inside of her?"
The Maester nodded "and it is quite dangerous my Lord, we might lose the babe"
Gwayne nodded but frustration covered his face, what would happen to his wife and child?
"Unless my Lord you wish to cut open the princess to save-" the Maester wasn't able to finish his words as he stumble on the ground from Gwayne's singld punch.
"You will do no such thing, what you will do is save my wife from that horrible state whatever it takes, my wife shall come out of that room fine and alive, you hear me?" He command, his knuckled has some blood stained from punching the man.
The Maester nodded and walked back inside the room, Gwayne sat on the cold floor, they will have to save his wife one way or another.
"Your father wish to see you Ser Gwayne" one of the guard approached him and spoke.
"I do not wish to leave my wif-"
"The Lord Hand wants me to tell you it is urgent" the guard continued, Gwayne groaned out of frustration, slowly standing up and walked to his father's office.
On the other hand the princess was lie down on the bed, blood was everywhere.
"Your grace, another push please you are doing well" one of the midwives encourage. Another scream filled the room, stained tears on her cheeks.
The nursemaid and midwives encourage her more, as she continued pushing out the babe inside her, her situation was hard to watch, as they looked at her filled with concern for the princess, she looked tired and breathless. Some of her handmaidens that was present was tearing seeing their princess crying out from pain.
Another scream filled the room once again.
"It is a boy!" The Maester finally announced. Holding a baby boy on its hands, the room filled with cheer as they ran to the princess, immediately handing her help, some wash their sweat, some clean her up.
She smiled as she saw her son being washed and wrapped, she was still shaking but she insisted to hold her child. A boy...an heir for her husband.
The cheering stop as they all looked at the door opening revealing a concerned servant "M-my princess...the Queen s-she uh"
"What of the Queen? Speak clearly"
"She said that she wish to see her grandchild, and you aswell, she wish for you to deliver her grandchild to her" the servants finished, murmurs, shock gaps and whispers filled the room, looking concerned for the princess.
The princess sigh, so this why she wants her to stay here? To have something to play with?
She stood up, legs shaking, her whole was is shaking rather, the nursemaids guide her to carry her newborn son.
"Princess....you're body is still trembling, you shall not walked around the castle or els-"
"Who are we to deprive the Queen a sight of her grandchild" she smiled weakly, as she embrace her son and start walking through the Halls, her whole full of sweat and blood still dripping on her legs.
The news arrived Gwayne's ear, one of his men bargen inside his father's office sending the news of his wife's succesful delivery, Gwayne stood up and left the room fast, his knight walk fast closely to him.
"But my Lord the princess has already left her delivery room, the servants said she immediately left as soon as she gave birth" his man informed.
Gwayne stopped his footsteps.
"They said her Grace had asked for your wife's immediate presence after her birth"
That mad woman. Gwayne was so done of his sister, she is nothing but a horrible Queen, he let her and their father do whatever they have wanted in this castle, corrupting the King, ruining the life of his wife's older sister but he would not let him take advantage of his wife's kind nature.
Gwayne ran as soon as he saw her walking through the halls, his mouth opened but no words came out as he saw her state. Trembling, body covered of sweats and bloodstains, her dress was not very appropriate to see, and his fist clenched as he saw the path of blood dropping from her legs as she walk. Was this is the sigh his Queen sister wish to see?
She wasn't suppose to even raise a finger after her horrifying birth but now she is walking around carrying their babe. He ran to them and cautiously held her back.
"My wife, where are you going?" He tried to sound calm to not show any hint of frustration and anger on his voice.
"Oh ask your dear sister, my love s-she wish to see our child" her voice was hoarse it sounded to frail almost like a whisper from all the screaming she made.
His jaw clenched, he looked at his men and ordered him to bring a nursemaid as soon as the nurse came he told her to carry their child inside the room.
"Gwayne but the Queen-"
"I would have the talk with her, you shall not worry she will be able to see our child when the right time has come, and that right time is when you finally have a rest and sleep" his voice was soft but full of authority, he slowly lower himself to carry her in bridal style.
His eyes cannot lie and his wife can see it, she see right through him. The anger she can almost see what she is plotting inside his head.
The princess lean on his chest. "Do not let anger took over you Gwayne, talk to her nicely"
Oh he would definitely do have a nice talk with his cunt sister.
"Please Gwayne, I would not wish you to be in trouble"
"She took advantage of you darling, how do you wish me to react when I see you trembling as blood drip from your legs walking through this long fucking halls of castle nothing but fragile? Do you wish for me to celebrate?" Gwayne sarcastically spoke, he hated her wife for being a too much proper but he also loved her the same way.
"I kinda wish you do, I gave you a boy. An heir" she smiled, her eyes sparkles as she look over the maid who was carrying their child, Gwayne smiled looking over the babe.
"I am happy more than happy actually, but I would not want to put you in that situation again"
"It is normal state they said"
"Still I would not want to risk you again, I am happy with you no matter with heir or none but now I have a young version of you, I would have more very reason to go home and wake up everyday"
She was his life, she made him whole, losing her would be a big tragedy to him, the day he vowed to her that he will love her with all he can offer, he did not just love her, he stayed and place his faithfulness to her.
As he slowly placed his wife om their chamber, he send her handmaidens and Maester to look after her, clean her and check if she need something to be mend.
He barged inside the council room knowing they will be their, the members looked at him, Otto spoke first breaking the silence.
"My son, as far as I remember you do not have a seat in this room to attend to"
Gwayne scoffs, as he eyed for his sister. "Is this your plan? Why you wanted my wife to give birth here? To make her suffer?"
"It is the King's dying wish"
"Oh I believe is it? Just like how his dying wish is to fucking crown Aegon as his heir, despite your son being brainless smug"
"To say that such thing to the prince is treason, what is it that makes you so angry Gwayne?" Otto tap his son shoulder but he immediately pull back.
"Your Queen, made my wife walk through the halls right after she gave birth to our child, have I not told you that her pregnancy is risky? Yet you made her walk instead of giving her the time to regain her energy"
Alicent snapped a look at him, the two children of Otto Hightower faced each other. "I wish to not harm her, I simply wish to see her and my grandchil-"
"Is that really it? Or perhaps you are so envious of seeing my wife live the life you wished you had?"
A deafening silence filled them, the members each switch looks between the Queen and Gwayne Hightower.
"You shall not touch my wife anymore and so is our child, we will leave here as soon as she recover" Gwayne discussed. Otto approached his son.
"What about your army? we need them incase Rhaenyra declares war after we declare Aegon as King" Otto explained.
Gwayne chuckles, the audacity of his father to think that he will give him his army.
He did not answer them instead walked out the room, he will make sure what they did to the princess will be delivered to the future Queen Rhaenyra.
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She arrived at the chamber, she was welcomed by the sight of his beautiful wife holding their child, he slowly walked to them sitting on the edge of bed beside his wife.
"We will leave here tomorrow, I can and will not go another days with those cunts around you and our son" Gwayne spoke, caressing his wife's silver white hair, he sighed as he continued to reveal another thing.
"They plan to make Aegon King"
The princess turned her face to him, her face was confused hoping she heard him wrong.
"They know Rhaenyra is the heir, the future Queen of the realm our father made it known before he died, he declared her as his heir" she explained, she and Gwayne were both there as she was declared the rightful heir to the throne.
"I know but those two said it was the dying King's wish, I do not believe."
"We shall go to Dragonstone and send words to Rhaenyra..." She trailed, something in her was nervous what if Gwayne would not side with her?
"Yes we must, as soon as possible my love and make it clear to your sister that we bend our knee for her" Gwayne leaned his forehead to hers, his gaze moves to their son.
The boy had her eyes, lilac gaze, he had his nose and lips.
This is all what Gwayne had asked and wished when he married his wife, a whole family but with the upcoming war he knows they will have to be extra careful.
He will bent the knee for Rhaenyra but his wife and son's safety would remain a top of his list.
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I absolutely adore your Spencer x Hotch!sister fics! <3 Can we possibly see the dynamics if it were switched? A Hotch x Spencer's Older Sister fic, pretty please? But no worries if not! Thank you, hope you have a good day!
Was Spencerâs sister always this shy? Hotch canât remember (and he canât stop himself from flirting, just a little). fem, 1.4k
âReid?â Hotch asks.Â
Spencer grins at his phone.Â
âReid.â Hotch clears his throat. âSpencer.âÂ
Spencer puts his phone down on the desk, but he doesnât seem to have heard Hotch either way. When he realises Hotch is standing by his desk, he perks up. âHotch, can I ask a favour?âÂ
Hotch had been about to ask Spencer a favour, but itâs fine. âSure.âÂ
âUh, my sister is supposed to meet me for lunch in half an hour, but she doesnât really like restaurants and Iâmâ me. Do you think she could come to the office?â he asks.Â
âSure, Reid. Thatâs fine, she just needs a visitor card.âÂ
Hotch canât remember the last time he saw you. Probably when Reid first started tailing Gideon a few years ago, when youâd made the trip from Vegas to Quantico to see how he was settling. It was a brief introduction, and, while you may possess a few more practical graces than your brother, you were far shyer at the time. You didnât mind shaking Hotchâs hand, but you struggled to maintain eye contact after.Â
You donât look much like your brother for reasons heâs never cared to ask, as Hotch has never placed much value on how family comes about. He doubts Spencer does either. But you stay in Vegas with your mother, and Spencer sees you three times a year. Birthdays and Christmas. And today, apparently.Â
âWhatâs the occasion?â Hotch asks.Â
Spencer smiles again. âI think sheâs gonna move here, with me.âÂ
âYeah?â Hotch isnât the prying boss, but heâs a nosy friend. âEverything okay?âÂ
âThings are great, I mean.â Spencer has the expression of someone deciding what they can and canât say. Eventually his eyes clear, and Hotch feels satisfied at the realisation that trust has settled tightly between them. âWhen I decided my mom needed help, Y/N, she hated that, and maybe she resented me, butâ I used to worry she hated me, but she doesnât.âÂ
âI donât think she could,â Hotch says easily.Â
Spencer nods. Whether he agrees is up for debate, though. âIf tâs finally hit her that momâs sick forever, so sheâs feeling out her options.âÂ
âThat must be a hard thing to realise.âÂ
âYeah. But things really are great, sheâs here now, her stuff is coming tomorrow, andâ and maybe sheâll stay for a while.âÂ
Hotch likes excitement on Reid (when it doesnât impede their most important work, that is). Truthfully, thereâs so much to worry about that Hotch canât admit to worrying about Reid as much in recent years, and yet heâs relieved to hear that there will be more Reidâs in a hundred mile radius.Â
âIâm glad,â Hotch says honestly. âSheâs more than welcome here. If she can cope with the photographs in the conference room, the round table is all yours.âÂ
Hotch retreats to his office and forgets about it for a while, submerged in his own lunch and a certain seven year oldâs birthday planning. Jack wants a clown, and a cake with Cars, and he really wants a bounce house. Which is great, but Jack decided he wanted the bounce house last night, and his party is at the end of the week. Hotch makes a bunch of phone calls and finally gets to take a victory lap forty five minutes later.Â
He steps out of his office, enticed by the sound of laughter. Spencer laughs like heâs surprised ninety percent of the time, and yours is no different. Itâs clear to the listening ear who taught Spencer how to laugh.Â
âI love it, I donât ever want to hear a bad word about it,â you say through peels of it, a breathy, smiley warmth to you as a chair creaks from within the conference room, âand I mean that. Please donât tell me any facts.âÂ
âI know so many youâd like to hear!âÂ
âI donât doubt it, but please, as a favour? You can tell me about everything else.âÂ
âProcessed cheesesââ
Hotch turns the corner as you put down a sandwich. âOkay, fine. Iâm done, are you happy?â you ask, your smile fading into a more polite one as you meet Hotchâs eyes.Â
âI didnât get to say anything.âÂ
âSome things are better left unsaid,â Hotch says. He doesnât interrupt, only says it into the quiet, and he doesnât bother with fanfare. Itâs just to alert Spencer of his presence. âY/N,â Hotch adds, âhello. Itâs good to see you.âÂ
Heâs alarmed by your reaction âyour eyes widen in your seat, hands hidden beneath your thighs, and your lips part ever so slightly. âAgent Hotchner,â you say softly, almost weakly.Â
Heâs not that intimidating, is he?
âIâm sorry to interrupt,â he says.Â
âYouâre not interrupting, I was just telling her about the dangers of processed cheese. Theyâre so irregularly salty that the sodium has to be marked as a cause of heart disease on FDA approved packaging for the service industry,â Spencer says.Â
âIâm sure some every now and then wonât hurt,â Hotch says, attempting to offer you a friendly smile. âSpencer tells me youâre staying here for a while, thatâs great. How are you liking the weather? It must be a change from Nevada?âÂ
You look peculiarly hot. âItâs different,â you agree.
Voices ring from the bullpen.Â
Spencer stands up. You stand with him, but Spencer says, âSorry, is that Morgan? He said I have to go and get him when youâre here.âÂ
âSpencerââ
Spencerâs already leaving. âHe threatened me, actually,â heâs saying, more to himself than either of you as he departs.Â
You wring your hands.Â
Hotch worries his brows are giving him away. Youâre acting strangely, but maybe heâs too much. He is a special agent, sometimes the other parents at Jackâs school get antsy around him like theyâre worried he can tell they havenât paid their last parking fine. Maybe youâve a secret crime youâve committed.Â
He watches you more closely, to your flustering.Â
No crime, Hotch thinks, but a secret. Even from Spencer.Â
âSo howâs your day, Agent Hotchner?â you ask softly.Â
Itâs actually quite sweet, the way you say it. Your nerves are cute.Â
âBusy.â The expected answer. âIâve been trying to plan a birthday party between paperwork.âÂ
âFor Jack?âÂ
He smiles with more gentleness. âYes, for Jack.âÂ
âHe was, um, a newborn, when we last met. Just a couple of weeks old, I think. How old is he turning now?âÂ
âSeven.âÂ
You breathe out. âWow. Seven years.âÂ
Seven years, and your crush on him remains. Thatâs what heâd forgotten âwhen you visited Spencer at the time, even Gideon had mentioned your frazzled, almost dizzy disposition whenever Hotch was around. And Gideon tended to focus narrowly on work at work, so Hotch had known he wasnât making it up.Â
At the time it had been cute, but awkward too, and infeasible. Heâd been dedicatedly married and in love with his Haley. And if he werenât, your age gap mightâve been a little non-functioning, Hotch well into his thirties, and you a fresh twenty-five.Â
Today youâre older, and more beautiful. Something about you has shifted, a blossoming into your features, and Hotch actually has the ability to notice it now.Â
Your Spencerâs sister, he remembers suddenly. Probably not a woman he should flirt with, some subtle compliment lost on his tongue.Â
âYou look the same,â you say.Â
He laughs. âThatâs kind and untrue. Iâm getting old.âÂ
The look you give him then is a shock and a pit, long the long forgotten twist of butterflies. âNo,â you say, looking down at your hands, âI wouldnât say that.âÂ
âWhat would you say?â he asks.Â
Youâre saved âpoor girl, he doesnât know what he was thinking, you can barely hold your head upâ as Morgan bounds up the stairs and into the conference room. He gathers you for a hug as though he knows you better than he does, and Hotch loses sight of your face.Â
Unknown to him and unseen, Morganâs greeting is white noise. Why does he talk like that? you think to yourself desperately. Heâs asking you all those questions with this weight to them, and heâs so calm! Iâm going back to Vegas.Â
âHow long are you staying?â Morgan asks.Â
You laugh weakly and accidentally catch Hotchâs eye, who smiles at you nicely.Â
âOh, I donât know. A couple of weeks, maybe.âÂ
Longer, if you have reason.Â
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my favorite line in the entire bucktommy saga is maddie's reading of "wait, it's the same tommy?" because at that point you know this girl has been THROUGH IT way too many times in a short period, like:
her soon-to-be husband comes home. he just fake called out sick from work to fly into a hurricane with his closest coworkers, her disaster-prone brother she mostly raised included, to save his boss and his wife. he tells her all about it, adrenaline still pumping the day after he comes back from the COAST OF MEXICO, and is like, no, it's fine! see, my old co-worker tommy works in air ops and I saved his life once, and we used to be super tight--[insert 10 minute off-topic backstory about how tommy used to be a jackass but now he's different here]--until he moved away, and funny enough, buck was the guy who filled in for him? anyways, tommy's the coolest, we could've died but we didn't! how was your shift at dispatch, honey
her brother she pretty much raised comes over and also brings up this tommy guy. yeah, he's so cool! do you think it would be weird if i called him up and asked for a tour of harbor? he just seemed like a neat guy, i want to be his friend, you think chim would put in a good word for me?
her brother she pretty much raised comes over AGAIN and is like, okay FUCK this tommy guy, he's so cool and knows everyone and his meat is huge!!! my best friend likes him more than me and they're doing things without me and i'm so sad about this in a really abstract way, can i please have a bagel
her soon-to-be husband comes home in the middle of this and is like, yeah he's cool and knows everyone and his meat is definitely huge. LOVE that guy!
her brother she pretty much raised shows up at her workplace and is like, remember how i was experiencing jealous thoughts and feelings because the coolest guy i've ever met with the biggest meat isn't paying attention to me and is new besties with my best friend? i may have caused bodily harm about this and yes i did involve your almost husband as a co-conspirator
approximately 2-to-3 business days pass where she experiences quiet. maybe too much quiet
her brother she pretty much raised comes over for a fourth time and is like, i lied to my best friend who i was just telling you i was angry at and s l i g h t l y injured because he kept hanging out with this other guy i was trying to hang out with and totally unrelated but i went on this date with someone and lied to my best friend about it and oh yeah it's the same guy but that is so besides the point it's not even worth mentioning
justice for maddie
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