#and she said well i mean.. yeah i guess you can put them wherever you want

[captainhongjoong]

it should not be time yet for my period but it really feels like it is. i’m about to kill my mother over furniture

[mitch-the-silly]

(Left under the Lucifer one-shot!)

AND I SHALL DELIVER!! Just had to think where I was taking this, but I think I'm satisfied with this part 2!! I absolutely adore throwing biblical canon into the Helluva verse. It rejuvenates me!

Had to put on "He Is" for this one. You know the Lucifer content gon' be good when I tune in to Ghost-

Lucifer and gn!Fallen Angel!reader

Scenario!

"Brother in Falling" Pt.2

Part 1

You stared at him as he spoke. It had been so long since you’d seen Lucifer. Matter of fact, you’d far forgotten what he was like. You didn’t really interact with him much during his time in Hevaen and it had been years since Heaven banished him. He seemed so… gentle. This was the “bringer of evil” that Heaven so warned you about. Drinking coffee, talking about his daughter and how he wanted to be more involved in her life. You felt lied to by heaven. He was just a guy, a nice one at that.

“What about you, you got anyone? Or had…?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t picking a any unhealed scars.

“Me? Well… I had a couple of friends, sir. But they turned their heads to me when I fell.” You replied, taking a sip from the coffee he’d made you. It was quite good if you said so yourself.

“Oh, you don’t have to call me that. I’m not really your sir… But uh… What did you do when you were in heaven?” He spoke, curiously posing query.

“I was just a measly guard at the court… Nothing too important… But you… you were The Moring Star! I mean, I owe you that respect. You were once God’s favorite.” You replied.

“Well, what can I say? I did what I could! Guess they thought I was too revolutionary for them, but joke’s on them! I’m not doing half as bad! Haha!” He laughed, somehow giving off the vibe that he was forcing himself to feel this way.

“They wasted your talent. You’re a great person, Lucifer.” You spoke sincerely.

“T-thank you… I… I haven’t heard that in some time…” He chuckled, oddly proud to have received that compliment.

“No problem!” You smiled softly.

“H-hey uh, I know I mentioned presenting you to my daughter, Charlie. But, There’s protocol in place in acase of another fallen angel. It’s just been… eons since someone else has fallen… I know I’m technically The Only One, but I was an archangel, they just undermined the six the followed me down here.” He explained, huffing at the end.

“Protocol? What do you mean by that?” You asked, lifting your guard just a little bit.

“Well, Uh… techinchally when a new angel falls, we need to hold a meeting because you’re uhh… a new powerful force in Hell. Even more than any naturally occurring being in any of the Seven Rings. We didn’t do it with Vaggie, because she was an exterminator, and they’re sort of at the bottom of the chain. When I found out she was a fallen angel, I just advised her not to point the weapon at everyone that crosses her path. Not like she actually stopped doing it, but eh, bureaucracy. Regardless, you’re a first choir angel, an uhh…” He stared at your form for a moment scanning for any sign on of what class you belonged to. Unable to tell, he blushes in embarrassment, feeling that he came off as weird for staring at you. “Sorry, uh, what class are you?” He asked, looking away in embarrassment.

“A Throne. I’m a throne… Or was…” You replied in a mumble.

“No no, it’s ok. You don’t have to deny it if you don’t want to. You can be whatever you want, I’m sure not gonna tell you anything, and I’m sure not gonna let anyone tell you anything.” He chuckled. “But yeah, You’ll find some of us have rejected or kept our respective titles as we’ve pleased. I mean, shit, I may not be in heaven, but I’m still a Seraph!” He laughed, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Thank you, Lucifer.” You replied. You were already more welcome here than anywhere else in Heaven. It warmed your heart that you were somewhere where with beigs who appreciated you.

“Either way, you’re a Throne and that might throw off the power balance Hell has, considering that unlike sinners, you can go wherever you want in Hell and, shit… you’re more powerful than some of the Sins… But that’s besides the point! The point is, there’s a bureaucracy I have to follow when it comes to this. It’s just a brief meeting about uh… what was it again…? Uhh… well, your place in Hell and the denizens of your area… oh but all the rings are… full uh… welp! That’s what the meeting’s for! Just to uh, determine your place in the hierarchy.” Lucifer explained, giving you a weak smile. He wasn’t too sure in himself, and you could tell. Seemed like he was going through a rough patch.

“Right… uh… but hierarchy? I don’t… well, I’d be lying if I sad I didn’t wanna, but I don’t think I’m uh… suited to just be put into a leadership position in a hierarchy that has existed for eons and eons. Are you sure about this…?” You asked, clutching your coffee mug.

“Well, the meeting is to figure all of that out! You should bring that up when it happens.” He explained. “Excuse me, I have to make a couple of phone calls…” He added, letting out a small chuckle, getting up from the chair that he sat in. He walked off to a corner; you could hear all of his conversation anyway, but at least he made the effort to politely move to the side.

“Hey! Mammon! So, I’ve got some news! A new angel fell! Uh… We need to hold a meeting and- Yeah know your time is money, but unless you want me to really make you pay taxes as you should be doing, you’re gonna make this government work!… Yeah, Good to know you’re coming, I’ll text you the schedule when I get everyone on board. Yeah, bye to you too.” He sighed, hanging up, and dialing another number.

“Satan! Hey, so uh, I have some crazy news. A new angel fell, and we need a meeting as soon as possible. You’re busy? You missed the annual meeting earlier this year, you’re not missing out on this one! It’s an emergency, don’t make me threaten you like I did Mammon a minute ago…. No I’m not telling you which of the three Choirs they belonged to until we set foot in that meeting room…Good, I’ll get you the schedule when I have it. Yeah, yeah, you grumpy bastart.” He sighed.

You stared at him in confusion despite knowing exactly what he was doing. You knew he was invoking the other 7 Sins to the meeting. You simply sat there uncomfortably, sort of fidgeting with the mug. He noticed this, and before dialing, he walked towards you, giving you a gentle smile.

“Hey… It’s ok. If you think you’re being a burden, you’re not. This is a grand occasion! Charlie, went and stirred up Heaven. You being here is a victory for a new and better world!” He reassured you, continuing the dialing of the next phone call.

“Hey! Ozzie! Yeah, I know I rarely call you anymore, but guess what?” He began.

You couldn’t help but wonder what everyone else had become. You’d seen these seven virtuous angels fall and become the Seven Sins. Of course, they were all driven by their own desire to pursue their respective sins, but it seemed Lucifer’s pride was more on his work. He didn’t seem to have bad intentions either way…

“Yeah yeah, thanks Ozzie, you’re great! Bye!” Lucifer smiled as he hung up. “He’s the only one who never misses out on meetings. The real problem is getting Beelphegor to attend… He is the sin of Sloth…” He joked at you, looking for the next number to dial.

You continued to drink your coffee thinking of what was to come. When Lucifer was done with all the phone calls, he turned to you. “So, I haven’t given them a meeting time, but I’d rather give you some time to adjust. Uhh, in two days sounds fine?” He asked, ready to put it in his calendar.

“Oh, uh, s-sure…” You replied, brushing the feathers on your wings. Wincing at the broken appendages.

Lucifer gave you a slight look, frowning at the sight of your small show of pain. “Hey, if you wanna, I can take you to the hotel now. You need some rest…” He suggested, putting his phone in his pocket.

You nodded gently, “You must be annoyed with me saying thank you, but… You’ve been nothing but kind to me since I got here… And I… put a hole through your roof…” You sighed, pouting in a bit of frustration towards yourself.

“I already said you’re not a burden… Plus, us fallen angels have to look after each other.” He smiled.

It wasn’t long until you two arrived at the hotel. He refused to fly and show himself publicly (not to mention you couldn’t fly anyway.), so the limo it was. The car ride was full of chit-chat between the both of you. A warm feeling overwhelmed you as you spoke to him. You hadn’t spoken to someone this genuine in a long time. Perhaps being sent here was the best thing that happened to you…

[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 4

Chapter 3 / Chapter 5

Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis

 “Did you find them?” Sid asked, referring to mom and Neil who were supposed to have arrived at the expo today, like they told us. 

“Are you sure it was the Hilton?” Dewey asked, looking between us two. 

“Mhm,” She said and we both nodded to him. 

“They’re not registered there.” Dewey looked at us sympathetically, “Could they have stayed somewhere else?” 

“I don’t know, I guess.” Sid said as she rubbed her head for the millionth time. I pulled her hand away from her face and held it in mine. 

“Don’t worry girls, we’ll find them, okay?” Dewey reassured us as he put his hand on Sid’s knee. 

An officer walked by placing a paper on Dewey;s desk and saying something about the mask. Dewey said he’ll “Be right back” as he pushed in his chair and walked off. “(Y/n), what if they can’t find (m/n) and dad?” Sid asked in a sad and quiet tone with little sniffles. Smiling up at her the best I could right now I said, “Hey, just like Dewey said, they’ll find them Sid. I bet mom and  Neil are okay wherever they are.” Pushing her hair back from her face she responded, “Wouldn’t he want us to know that though?” At this point I just looked away. I didn’t know what to tell her. Right when I turned my head is when I made direct eye contact with Billy, a chill ran down my spine and all over my arms. He was pleading to me with a silent voice. “Hey tell em, Sidney, come one, (y/n), tell em!” Billy finally shouted as they led him out of the room. Sid refused to look and see but me? I had a clear view of his pleas for help, part of me felt bad. Right when Billy was dragged out Tatum walked in and right to us. She rushed right to Sid’s side holding her close saying, “Oh Sid, I’m gonna getcha out of here. Okay?” Nodding in response, Sid just sniffled and cried a little. 

  Watching these two in front of me made me realise just how much of a family we really… aren’t. I mean the way Sidney might view it yeah for sure, we talk to each other and spend time together but when it comes down to it they’ll leave me in the background while they huddle to protect her. If this were a horror movie I know I wouldn’t be the final girl, Sidney would. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I overheard Dewey and Sheriff Burke. They’re talking about how it’s hard to track the buyer for the costume and they won’t be able to access the phone account until tomorrow. I couldn’t hear anymore after Tatum just groaned, “Ugh come on,” as she stood by Sid. I’m really hoping it wasn’t Billy, I care about him a lot even if he can be a little… menacing at times. He does his best for Sid and that’s all that matters.

 “Hey Dewey, can we go now?” Tatum asked her older brother, impatience written all over her face. 

“Hold on a second,” He said, pointing his forefinger up in our direction. 

“What did mom tell ya? When I wear this badge you treat me like a man of the law,” Dewey basically whined out to Tatum. 

“I’m sorry deputy Dewey boy but we’re ready to go!” Tatum shouted in a huff as she gathered her things, “Now, okay?!” 

“Uh take ‘em out the back way, avoid that circus.” Burke said as he patted Dewey’s back and pointed towards the back door. 

The whole station was laughing at Dewey and Tatum’s bickering as we rushed for the doors. 

“There she is, Sydney!” Oh well I guess the Devil will always seek you out when you least expect it. “Hi, some night, what happened, are you alright?” Gale asked, shoving the microphone in Sid’s face. 

“She’s not answering any questions alright? Just leave us alone,” Tatum said in a tired-of-this-shit tone. 

“No no, Tatum it’s okay she’s just doing her job, right Gale?” Sid smiled and lightly pushed Tatum back towards me. 

Judging by her voice, Sidney is about to throw down. 

“Yes that right,” Gale nodded, still shoving the microphone in Sid’s face. 

“So how’s the book?” Sid asked, a sarcastic and scorch sound to her voice. 

“Well, it’ll be out later this year.” 

“Oh, I’ll look for it.” Sid said, he voice cracking for the tears and sobs trying to escape. 

I whispered over to Tatum, “Grab Sid. Now.” Tatum did exactly as I said. 

Just in time too since Gale said, “I’ll send you a copy!” 

Sid went to turn around and punch her but Tatum held her back with all her strength. This allowed me to take her place and land a clean right hook to Gale’s left cheek pushing her back and down into her camera man. Words could be heard from all the people behind her but I wasn’t listening. 

Dewey ran up to us and escorted Tatum, Sid, and I to his patrol car. 

“Where’d you learn to punch like that?” Dewey asked as he held onto my arm. 

“Mom was a boxer before she got with Neil,” I said as I slammed the car door. 

“(Y/n) why did you do that?” Sidney asked me, looking in confusion. 

“What, you think I’m going to risk my sister facing legal action in the middle of this shit show? I’d rather land in the slammer than you Sid,” I said as I placed my head on her shoulder. 

“See Tatum why can’t you be like that?” Dewey whined from the front seat. 

“Because you’re my big brother Dewey you’re supposed to defend me!” And so the sibling bickery ensued once again. 

  Once we made it to Tatum’s we got dressed in our pajamas and just lounged around Tatum’s room. I guess my clothes weren’t up-to-par with the latest fashion because right when I walked in I earned an “ugh” from Tatum. “What?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning on the doorway with a goofy grin. “Well one, you always wear those ridiculous shirts, and two, change whatever you’re doing.” Standing up straight I tug down at my shirt, it was just a Pet Sematary shirt, I guess I do wear a lot of horror stuff. “I get why you don’t like the shirt but what’s wrong with what I was doing?” I asked in a genuinely confused tone. Tatum got up to cup my face and squeeze it. “You’ve been spending too much time with Billy and Stu, we need to re-acclimate you to society.” She said and she pouted her lip, feigning pity for my accidental new traits. While Tatum was shuffling through her drawers I looked over at Sid. I mouthed, “Aren’t you going to do something?” Sid shrugged and mouthed back, “What am I supposed to do?” I tossed my arms up in the arm and mouthed, “Anything.”

   Tatum then threw something purple and soft right at my face. “There, go put those on then come back so I can braid your hair!” Tatum excitedly squealed. “We’re going to take cute pictures so hurry!” She shouted down the hall. Rushing to the bathroom I turned on the light, releasing a breath I held in… I’m just a little scared after tonight, I don’t know what’s lurking in the dark places anymore. I examined the set of small shorts and a smooth satin sleeping hirt. I quickly threw them on before heading back to Tatum’s room. When I came back I heard Tatum laughing. 

“God I loved it! I’ll send you a copy, BAM, bitch went down!” Tatum imitated the event. Punching her stuffed rabbit. 

Moving to sit up she again said, “I’ll send you a copy, bam! (Y/n), super bitch!” Tatum exclaimed shoving her arms out to the side. “She is so cool.” 

I moved over to her vanity, careful not to make any noise because I wanted to bask in the fame. 

Dewey walked in saying, “Thought (y/n) might want some ice for that right hook” Just had to run it Dewey. 

“Over here Dewey,” I said as I sat at the end closest to the door. 

Dewey tossed me the greenish ice pouch before I said, “Thanks.” 

“I’ll be right next door, try to get some sleep.” Dewey said as Tatum waved him off. 

I hopped onto the same bed as Tatum, I wanted to give Sid her space since she’s going through a lot right now. 

Turning to me Tatum asked, “Do you really think Billy did it?” 

My heart was telling me to say no but all that came out of my mouth was, “He was there Tatum…” 

“He was destined to have a flaw, I knew he was too perfect.” Tatum said as she bobbed her head. 

Hearing the phone ring in the other room just gave me instant chills, so did the knock at Tatum’s door right after. 

“Telephone honey,” Tate’s mom walked in.

“Who is it?” Tatum asked as we turned to look at Mrs. Riley. 

“It’s for the girls,” She said, making Sid turn her entire body. 

“Is it my dad?” Her question was eager with hope in her voice. 

“I don’t think so,” Tatum’s mom said as she gave a sympathetic smile. 

Sid turned back over, having no interest in the matter anymore. 

“Take a message,” Tatum said, leaning back against the headboard. 

Getting up I said, “No it’s okay, I’ll answer it.” It might be something important, even if it isn’t our parents. 

As I walked out I could hear the pitter-patter of Sid’s sock covered footsteps follow me to the phone. 

“Hello?” I asked, crossing my fear arm over my chest. 

“Hello, (y/n).” Oh no, the voice was obviously the ghost masked man from just hours ago. His words were drawn out just hoping for a reaction. 

I gave him exactly what he wanted, “No! Stop, stop this now!” I wailed out.

Sidney came to my side, along with Tatum and her family. 

“Poor Sidney’s Billy boyfriend, that guy doesn’t stand a chance with her.” This Ghostface said in mock gossip as if he were one of the girls. 

“Leave me and my sister alone! You Jack Torrance sounding creep!” I exclaimed, shaking from the pure rage and fear that swam through my body. 

“Looks like your sister fingered the wrong guy, again!” The masked murderer snarled on the other side of the line. 

“What are you talking about? Who are you?” I asked in complete confusion by his words. Tatum and Sidney were begging me to hang up the phone. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough, I promise.” He said before letting his line go dead. 

“What?!” Dewey exclaimed as he rushed out to us a little too late. We were already walking back to the room 

  I couldn’t sleep for the entire night, neither could Sid and Tatum. We tried keeping our minds off of things by doing light hearted girly stuff like braiding each other's hair, painting our nails, taking cute pictures with Tatum’s instant camera. I just wasn’t ready to leave the warm security of our friend’s home tomorrow morning. 

[jonnylovers-in-neverland]

Coldplay’s Jonny Buckland on the End of the Band: ‘The Hill Is Quite Big in Front of Us’

Jon's interview for Rolling Stone by Alex Morris (December 23, 2024)

The group's lead guitarist recounts the highs (Glastonbury!) and lows (a U.S. bus tour!) of Coldplay's career, and how he'll feel when it's all over

It’s a few hours before showtime when Coldplay’s Jonny Buckland shows up in the makeshift “studio” in the warren of rooms beneath Accor Stadium. Later that night, the band will play their fourth and final Sydney show in their Music of the Spheres tour, which started in March of 2022 and has kept running even as Coldplay released another album, Moon Music. With tour dates set well into 2025, and no definitive end date in sight, makeshift studios like this one have allowed the band to continue to not just release music but to play around, experiment, and see what comes of it — as the four members have been doing since not long after they met in their first-year dorm at University College London some 28 years ago.

Today, black curtains line the walls, wires cross-cross the carpeted floor, and guitars rest on stands, near various monitors and a Roland keyboard. A Billboard Music award had been sitting on top of a crate until one of Coldplay’s co-managers whisked it away (“We’re a humble bunch,” she said, laughing. “A Billboard award here, a couple Grammys there.”)

“I don’t think these are our sofas,” Buckland explains, as he takes a seat on a tan leather one. “But the other stuff all comes with us. We have a studio guy who comes and builds this wherever we tour.” It’s sometimes said that Coldplay is a band of three introverts headed by one extreme extrovert, but Buckland says that’s not entirely true. “Next to Chris [Martin], we seem like introverts because he’s so extroverted,” the guitarist tells me. “But I think it would be very hard to do this and be a complete introvert.”

Still, as we talk over the course of more than an hour (for an interview conducted for Rolling Stone’s January cover story on the band), Buckland is soft-spoken and slightly bashful — certainly the least extroverted of the band’s members. He’s also affable and quick to smile under his gray, newsboy hat, as he discusses the high and low points of Coldplay’s career and his thoughts on the road ahead.

What was it like to write Moon Music while you were touring Music of the Spheres? I guess you’ve probably written a lot of music while touring.

Yeah, more now. Because we knew this tour was going to be long, we felt like, “Well, we need to keep creative and keep working.”

So what does that look like?

Normally it means we just come in here, we listen to music, we try ideas, do some overdubs and things. Certainly it’s easier in the earliest stages when you’re demoing. It’s quite tricky to record properly here because we don’t even have a drum kit. It’s just somewhere to come and listen to stuff and to keep going.

Just so you’re exercising that muscle.

Apart from Will and I, we all live in different places, so we try to use all the time we’ve got together as fruitfully as we can.

Do you have a number of songs that you know are going on the next album already or are things still percolating?

Well, I know there are some songs, some of which I’ve heard, some of which I haven’t. Chris [Martin] definitely is keeping some of them quite close to his chest.

So he’ll be like, “I have a song.”

Yeah, exactly. We’re like, “You can play it now. It’s all right.” He’s like, “It’s not ready.”

What a tease.

I know, I know. But also, sometimes it’s nice to hear it when you know you’re about to work on it as well, so it’s fresh.

Do you get Coldplay songs stuck in your head?

Not old ones, no. I don’t think so. It’d be annoying if that started happening now. But new ones, I do, as we’re working on them. You record them and then there’s a whole process of trying to work out how to do them live and learning them. And often when we go through the process of putting them together for the live concert, then that’s when it starts. You start just hearing them on a loop.

How do you know when a song is done?

Because we’ve released it.

Yeah, but you have some say in when that happens.

Yeah, I think it’s almost like you give up on changing it. Do you know what I mean? Well, it depends. Sometimes they’re just done. Sometimes it’s easy, and they’re just done. Other times you’ve changed them so much that you can lose sight of what they were in the first place. And then sometimes afterwards you’re like, “Was that the right way to do it?” But I’m quite good at letting them go once they’re done. I don’t worry too much.

One thing that I was talking about with [bassist] Guy [Berryman] was that he felt like since this tour started, something’s felt different. Do you agree?

Yeah, I do think it’s different. I think we feel quite confident about it in a way maybe we didn’t feel quite as sure before. I feel just more set in what we are trying to do.

And what do you think led to that? How do you get to a point where you feel that confidence?

It is hard to articulate. I think that it became clear that the tour wasn’t about us. And I think that is what we meant that we could let go of all the worries about, “Oh, is this cool,” or, “Am I going to look good doing this?” As soon as you let go of all that stuff, you’re like, “Oh, I don’t know what I was worried about.”

But how do you let go of all that stuff?

Because it’s not about us. Because it’s about the people coming.

But there’s always been people coming.

Of course, but I think as you’re coming up, it’s much more about, “Can we make it? Can we do it? Can we achieve this?” Of course, part of that is, “Can we achieve people having a nice time?” But really we turned it around to be that it’s only about can people have a nice time. If we do what we can do, then hopefully they will. It’s a slightly different attitude.

By many measures, Coldplay is the biggest band in the world. Is that what’s given you confidence?

Well, no, I don’t think we see it like that. But we took a long break from touring. When we did Everyday Life in 2019, we didn’t do any touring. We’d taken a year not doing very much as well before that. And then after that, then there was Covid, and we didn’t meet up very much. So we had a good five, six years where we didn’t tour at all. I think we were just ready to come back and do it.

And maybe it’s hard to have that perspective of it when you’re doing it all the time.

Yes, and you’re in a cycle of one after the other — you’re either touring or recording. We wanted to break that cycle.

Why didn’t you want to tour Everyday Life?

We never intended to. We wanted to make an album that we didn’t have to tour so we could make it sound different, if you see what I mean.

So you didn’t need something to fill an arena.

Yeah, it doesn’t have to sound big.

It could be more intimate.

Yeah. So we did that just before the pandemic, and then that was our pandemic album really. But we were lucky that in the gaps between things, we managed to get together a few times, enough to record anyway.

I want to go back to the beginning a little bit. I know that you and Chris met during college orientation. I know he heard you playing in your room. How far into the year was it?

A few months. I think by December, we’d maybe had a few practices, tried writing some songs together. He was like a whirlwind at the time, just, “Oh, you play the guitar? Brilliant. Let’s do something.”

And do you remember what you thought when he said that?

I thought, “Great.” That was literally why I’d come to university, to try and be in a band. So it was like, “Oh, yeah.” So we went to the bathroom down the end of the corridor, which had good acoustics — terrible acoustics in the room, horrible. This was a room with about four baths in it, and we played some stuff there. It was good.

Did you immediately think he was good?

I think it was more me thinking he was good.

But he approached you.

Well, true. I think maybe I was the only guitarist around or something. [laughs]

What did your parents think when you were like, “Hey, I’m at college, but I’m going to be in a band”?

I think they knew that I was more interested in music than astronomy or maths, although I do like those things.

I was going to say: Has your astronomy degree come in handy with the world building of Music of the Spheres?

[laughs] Occasionally I’m quite skeptical about the shape of some of these planets. I’m like, “I don’t think that’s possible.”

Were you nervous before the first show you played together?

Yeah, I used to be nervous for days before, literally days. It was awful. I think I would be awful as well. I’d be awful to be around, just really stressed and on edge.

And then when you got on stage, would that just go away?

It tended to, unless things started going wrong, and then it would come back. But yeah, as soon as you’re on stage, it’s fine.

You first started playing piano, is that right?

Yes, when I was really young I started it on the piano and, well, my brother played the guitar. My uncle played the guitar. So they were around, and I thought, “Oh, that looks quite cool. Maybe I can get my brother to teach me some stuff.” The first thing I learned was the chords to “Kinky Afro” by the Happy Mondays. There’s a particularly hard G minor in that one, a bar chord, and my fingers would be all sore.

Did you know you were good pretty early on? Were you getting good feedback?

[laughs] No, not really. I think I just thought I was good. No one else did. I think it was immediately like, “I’m going to do this,” but without any real evidence of that being a good idea necessarily.

But then somehow it was.

Yeah, yeah.

So you knew.

Or I got extremely lucky.

Both things can be true.

Yeah. I don’t know. I think that if you don’t want things to happen, then they probably won’t. I doubt I’m the only person who wanted that to happen, and I’m sure a lot of those people, it didn’t happen to, if you see what I mean. But if you don’t want it to happen, it’s definitely not going to.

Do your kids recognize that their dad’s a rock star? Do they think you’re cool?

I don’t think so. You’d have to ask them. I think that they love coming to the shows and stuff, but are they more likely to take my advice? I don’t think so.

The album that you’re working on now is going to be an animated musical?

Yeah, it’s interesting. We haven’t started working on it together yet, so we’re not quite sure how it’s going to pan out, but I think it’s going to be interesting. It’s going to be different.

When you work together now, how is it different from when you started out?

I think when we started out, we used to think that we had to spend every minute of every day together, and everybody had to be in [the studio] all the time doing everything. So after two weeks of that, we’d be completely burnt out, and you’d end up destroying things by working on them too long. We had a maximalist approach, which was: More, is more, must do as much as possible. When you think you have three or four weeks of studio time, and that’s all you’re going to have, you try and spend every second doing everything to get the most out of it.

Which makes sense.

It makes sense, but sometimes it has the opposite effect. You end up pulling things apart that were quite good because you’re just a bit tired. Now we do less, but do more; less time, more stuff, faster. So it’s just a bit more focused, and I think we’re a bit more aware of how long [to work] before you start ruining things by going over and over them.

What do you do to stay mentally and physically healthy on tour?

I think it’s just going for walks in the day and stuff, just trying to get outside and see something that isn’t a curtained room without a window, because there’s quite a lot of sitting in rooms like this on tour. So it’s just good to get outside and see something nice.

The Grammy Awards are coming up. What are you cheering on right now?

I thought it was quite nice that the Beatles got the nomination. I thought that was quite sweet. I suppose I only read the big numbers like Sabrina Carpenter and Beyoncé, so lots of great records. I suppose the most outlier one was the Beatles, because obviously it’s such a strange recording process for that song.

When you’re home, what’s an average day like?

We live in these sections: tour, not tour. [At home] I tend to hunker down, do pretty normal stuff, like taking my dog for a walk and hanging out with my kids when they want to hang out with me occasionally — they’re 17 and 13. I go pick them up so I can force them to talk to me in the car.

Looking back, what would you say is the highest point and lowest point of the band’s quarter-century career?

Highest is tricky. There’s been some wonderful moments, but I wouldn’t say one was particularly higher than another. Lowest is easier; I would say our American tour for X&Y, [when we were] on a tour bus for 12 weeks. We were quite miserable, confused.

The band almost broke up then.

Well, I don’t know whether it would ever have come to that, but it definitely did not feel like a happy place. After that we changed a lot of stuff, so it was good. But we also didn’t have Phil [Harvey] then, which didn’t help. He is the fifth member, our creative director. He is involved in everything. He’s a sounding board for every idea, every song, everything. And he’s just a nice person to have around, especially for Chris, I think.

What’s a high point?

A high point was the first time we headlined Glastonbury in 2002, which felt pretty extraordinary — but every time we’ve been back has also felt pretty extraordinary. I feel like when we’ve done big moment concerts, that’s when I feel the most connected to it. And this tour is probably a high point. You know what? Playing “Everyday Life” in Jordan on top of the hillside. That was weird and wonderful to do, and I felt like that’s just an extraordinary place to play music. Also, it was freezing cold, and the album made sense doing it like that somehow.

Do you have a favorite part of the show?

I think it’s hard not to like the moment when we start “Sky Full of Stars” because the anticipation and build-up is wonderful.

So what do you do now? What’s your pre-show routine?

I’m going to meditate for about 20 minutes, eat some dinner.

I’ve been hanging out with your crew, with you, with Guy, and everyone seems very calm. Is that just temperament or is it something you’ve worked on, something you’ve really cultivated?

I think I’ve always been quite temperamentally calm. But yeah, I think generally as a band we’ve gotten calmer. We weren’t always a calm band necessarily, but I think dealing with the fallout from that low point, starting to talk to each other a bit more, trying to be a bit more understanding of what people wanted and where they were in their lives and what was going on. That’s an ongoing process.

When you got back from that tour, did y’all just not talk for a while?

You know what? We got back and we got our own studio, the Bakery. We got a home.

So you actually doubled down.

Yeah, and it was great. It was suddenly like, “Oh, we’ve got a home. We’ve got a place where we can put all our stuff. We can just come anytime and play.” And we rediscovered a love of music and experimentation. I think with that third album we just didn’t quite know what we wanted to do and felt that we were on tracks, that we had to go down a certain path. And getting that place meant we could get rid of those tracks and try some different things, and start enjoying it again.

I’m always interested in these points in people’s lives where something shifts. Do you remember your parents coming to watch early shows and how they responded to the momentum that was sweeping you guys along?

Yeah, they were pretty excited, I think. They were very supportive. They didn’t display any stress about it all — to me anyway — whether they felt it or not. But yeah, I remember them going to an early concert we did in Chester in 1999 — tiny, probably they were the only people there. Well, maybe them and three others.

Was it weird that they were there?

No, it was great. I loved it. It was nice because that was the first time they’d seen us, I think. They were very supportive, as parents have to be sometimes.

When you’re playing an older song, are you thinking back to that moment when it first came into your lives? Or is it more being in this moment?

It’s much more being in this moment, much more. With “Sparks” in particular, it felt like quite a special recording session for some reason. We were recording it in a room not much bigger than this, and we recorded it live and it was just a really lovely moment. So with that song, sometimes I do think about that — trying to play the guitar and the piano and trying not to hit the piano with the guitar while we’re recording.

“Retirement” is probably the wrong word, but how do you feel about this idea that there is an end in sight — at least of Coldplay’s discography?

A couple of albums ago, Chris just said, “We’re going to do 12 albums.” I remember thinking, “God, that’s so far off. I can’t even think about it. I don’t know how you can think three albums ahead. It could be another 10 years.” So I didn’t worry about it, and I haven’t worried about it. I suppose everything has to end at some point. Why not choose?

But when you think about it, what emotions come up?

I don’t know. I feel like I’m not going to feel those things until it’s done, honestly. I think then I’ll have to come to terms with it, but until that point, I feel like the hill is quite big in front of us. I can’t see the land beyond.

So you don’t know if it’ll be relief or despair?

Yeah, or tragedy or misery. I don’t know. And I don’t really want to imagine. I’m happy to experience it at the time. And I don’t know how long these next two albums will take. People suggest timelines that we almost never stick to.

I do love Chris’ idea of ending on something very intimate though, kind of coming full circle a bit.

Yeah, me too. But you can have ideas about things, and until you actually do them, you don’t really know what is going to happen. Some events can overtake you.

[bluemirrorangel]

Ooh for your fic requests post, would you be able to do a Halloween fic with the Poets while still being Anderperry focused? It can be anything Halloween themed like them dressing up, them going to a Halloween party, them reading scary stories in the cave, etc. I just need to see them having fun during the holiday :)

Anderperry Oneshot

Just like a ghost (you've been haunting my dreams)

Neil shook his head from where he sat, shoulder blades pressed against Charlie’s headboard, “Just go without me, I don’t feel too well.” He meant it too. Neil hadn't been sleeping too well for the past week, dreams plagued by nightmares, he couldn’t remember anything in full, just snatches; the crippling weight of expectation and big sad eyes staring back at him in the mirror. Mean-spirited laughter, damp brown hair matted with blood, a figure sobbing above him their soft arms gripping his unmoving chest as his body lay cold and lifeless against the unforgiving ground. 

He woke up the same way every night, A bloody scream on his lips, eyelashes clumped together with tears, his shirt damp with sweat, and chest heaving with unsteady breaths. Really Neil should just stay home, tired in the type of way that set deep into your bones, he was paler than usual, his undereyes marred with dark circles. Charlie looked up from where he was crouched in front of his Chester drawers searching for a flask for his costume, “What? Neil no, you can’t  back out now, you promised to help me steal their pumpkin.” Neil let out a slight laugh “Yeah I guess I did.” Chris looked away from the mirror to level Neil with a sympathetic look “Don’t feel like you have to but a change of scenery might do you some good.” she told him, pushing a strand of sprayed blue hair behind her ear. Neil took a second to think about it, “Yeah ok I’ll go, it might make me sleep better.” he eventually agreed, and she smiled at him before turning back to the mirror and continuing to adjust her thrifted wedding dress.

An hour later found the six of them standing outside Balincrest’s main hall. “Right Men” Charlie started, sounding more like a military general than a seventeen-year-old boy trying to win a prank war. “I’ve hidden all the supplies in this bush, Meeks you’re the lookout, Pitts you’re on teepee duty, Knox you’re the only one with a real date.” Charlie onwards despite the grumbles of protest from Pitts and Meeks, “So you and Chris are the distractions of the evening and Neil is on Pumpkin stealing duty, Neil Pitts the party ends at twelve fifteen so I need you out and at your stations by twelve O’five at the latest ok? We have one shot to get this right.” Charlie said sagely, obviously still bitter about the live chicken the Balincrest boys had snuck into his dorm room. “What about Cameron?” Pitts asked fiddling with the fake bolts on his neck “I told him someone's planning on vodka-bombing in the drinks so he’s inside Guardian the fucking punch bowl.” Charlie said, Knox let out a low whistle “You can’t say he’s not dedicated” he joked, “he’s such a loser” Charlie joked back rolling his eyes but his smile was a little soft almost fond. “What about you?” asked Meeks, sounding understandably put out about having to play lookout at a party. Charlie smirked leaning over to mess with Meek's lab jacket “I, my dear Frankenstein am on graffiti duty.” 

The party was lively, to say the least; people in every corner of the hall, and the floor practically vibrated from the sheer volume of the bass-heavy music being blasted from the speakers. Neil lost sight of his friends the moment they stepped into the ballroom, too blindsided by the music, and lights to pay attention to wherever it was they went. Neil weaved in and out of the people around him before finding solace in a corner of the room occupied only by a glass trophy case. Neil watched the world keep on turning from his place in the corner, he saw people flirting, guys drinking and girls dancing as he got his bearings. A flash of white caught his attention, Neil brought his eyes towards the corner opposite him where a tall tanned girl dressed as Carrie seemed to be apologising to a sheet ghost for stepping on their costume and spilling their drink, the sheet ghost didn’t seem upset at all by her mistake but gratefully accepted her replacement cup all the same. 

The girl walked away clearly still a little embarrassed by her mistake, Neil watched enamoured as the sheet ghost pulled their table cloth over their head so they could drink their punch, revealing their appearance. He was a boy around Neil’s own age, a little shorter than himself with pale skin and soft-looking brown hair so light it was almost blonde. The boy seemed to feel Neil’s stare because he looked up and their gazes met through the glass of the trophy case. 

Crystal Blue eyes met brown, the other boy gave him a shy smile and Neil knew he was a goner. He made his way towards the other boy under the guise of needing a drink himself. The boy was even prettier up close; cheeks flushed from the alcohol, brown hair a little Mussed from his costume, he’s got on another one under his original; a school uniform of sorts, regular black trousers, and a plain white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top and splattered with dried fake blood. His sheet ghost costume is draped across his shoulders like a cloak, upon further inspection it appears to be a regular tablecloth, made of thin white satin, glowing a little where the light hits making it look almost like angel wings.

Neil takes a sip of his drink and winces at the cocktail of alcohol that assaults his taste buds.  the shorter boy lets out a little huff of laughter “What you guys don’t have jungle juice at Welton?” he asks with a hint of good-natured teasing, Neil stops himself from gaping “How’d you know I’m from Welton?” He asks, taking out the cheap spirit Halloween vampire fangs that were currently glued to his teeth. Neil felt ridiculously out of depth. The boy pointed to somewhere in the distance. “One of your friends, the short one kept bringing it up.” he explained, Neil relaxed at the mention of Charlie “You go to Balincrest?” he asks, leaning in closer to hear him over the music “Something like that.” he mutters, Neil chuckles softly “fraternising with the enemy huh?” he jokes finally finding his social footing.  “You ever read Romeo and Juliet?” the other boy snickers back shaking his head “We did Hamlet.” They lapse into comfortable silence as they watch the party roar on, the boy watches as people dance, gaze zeroed in on one couple in particular; a boy and girl dressed as an angel and a devil Neil hears him let out an envious little sigh. Neil turns to him “You wanna dance?” he asks him,  already knowing the answer, he shakes his head “I never dance at these things” he says but Neil’s a man on a mission, already moving off the wall and taking his wrist “come on” Neil says pulling the boy towards the dancefloor there’s a first time for everything” “there are too many people” he complains half-heartedly, as Neil pulls him through the crowd, pulling back a curtain and opening the door to the balcony.

The night  air is chilly against their heated skin, the brunette turns to Neil inquisitively “Why’d you bring me out here?” he asks, pulling the satin cloth closer to himself, so you can dance, there’s no one else out here.” Neil says, wrapping an arm around the other boy's shoulders to keep him warm. The music from the ballroom played faintly, something slow and romantic, “I don’t know,” he says nervously, Neil turns to face him holding out a hand “ It’s just you and me right, you said it yourself you never dance at these things but you look like you really want to, so come on Juliet live a little.” The brunette rolled his eyes but took Neil's hand. “It’s Todd,” he says, bringing his hands to Neil’s shoulders, “Neil” Neil says, Todd smiles “ok Neil, if I start can you lead?” he asks, Neil nods, moving his hands to Todd’s waist. Todd starts them with a very simple, very awkward box waltz. Neil tried hard to keep pace, he didn’t dance often and even when he did this was not at the top of his list, Neil hadn’t done a waltz of any kind since Welton cancelled traditional dance and etiquette practice two years ago Neil had no idea Balincrest was just as traditional. Eventually, the song faded into something a bit more upbeat but just as romantic, Neil quickened their pace to match the music, turning Todd a couple of times when they got used to the change in tempo, he spun Todd away and spun him back in, Todd laughed in surprise, pulling Neil closer when he was spun back into the taller’s arms, the song was beginning to wrap up so Neil decided to pull out a trick Charlie had taught him in fourth year, he span Todd out again and went to spin him back in but dipped him last minute. They looked into each other’s eyes both smiling giddily, Neil prepared to pull Todd back up but was stopped by pale fingers hooking into his cravat, “what are you doing?” He asked Todd shakily. Todd beamed up at him bashfully “Living a little” he said before pulling Neil into a kiss.

They kissed for what felt like forever, moving eventually, Todd was leaning against the balcony railing, satin cloth draped over the railing so Neil had better access. His arms bracketed Todd's hips caging him in while Todd's arms were thrown around Neil’s neck bringing him closer. The door flew open causing Todd to freeze and Neil to spin himself around. 

“Neil man come on it’s twelve on the dot, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” said an irritated Charlie, he was followed by a flustered-looking Cameron. “What were you even doing out here?” Neil turned around to introduce Charlie and Cameron to Todd who must have used the commotion to excuse himself because he’d completely disappeared, his white tablecloth the only proof he was ever even there in the first place. “I just needed some air I guess” Neil lied awkwardly, Charlie rolled his eyes “There’s plenty of air outside, come on you gotta help me move that mammoth of a pumpkin,” he ordered, before turning on his heel, Charlie and Cameron began leading Neil away from the balcony and back into the ballroom. Neil might have noticed their intertwined fingers if he wasn’t so distracted by a photo on the trophy case; in faded colour a group of teenage boys huddled together smiling at the lens, a little out of frame a shorter boy stood, pale and alone, with soft brown hair and crystal blue eyes. The engraved frame read ‘Balincrest senior year 1959.’ 

Neil’s blood turned ice cold.

I hope this was ok :) it's a little different from what I originally intended but I hope you like it anyway :) once again If anyone else else any requests don't hesitate to ask :)

[romerona]

Avoided.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.

Harry James Potter x OC

Marauders alive. Wolfstar.

Masterlist.

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When her eyes opened, all Love could see was bricked ceiling, she focus on a single brick, it bother her, it was the only brick crocked, and tilted, messing up the symmetrical formation of the ceiling. Her focus then was snatched by the dull throb in her head and face, it wasn't exactly painful, but it was bothersome, like a nagging itch she couldn't reach. And who the hell was talking?

"For Rowena's sake, put those potions away."

"Uhm No? I'm trying to figure out which one I can throw at Potter without going to Azkaban."

"Say it louder, why don't you? His sodding uncle is somewhere in the room chatting with Madam Pomfrey, Padma. And not to mention, his father's an Auror for the Ministry, your arse would be in jail before you even throw the potion at his son, who is one of the most famous people in bloody Britain, mind you."

"Worth a shot... Hey Emma, if I ever get arrested would you speak for me at the Wizengamot?"

"No."

"...Rude, I would do it for you, twat."

"Y'know how I feel about the Ministry and Aurors. They are a corrupt organization that–"

"Only seek power for themselves and never let the public know what is going on unless it benefits them."

"Well, they are, I mean look at the Pettigrew situation, I bet my life that the Ministry kept it a secret until they realize they weren't getting anywhere near capturing Pettigrew again, that's bloody wrong, that murderer has been out and about for Merlin knows how long before they told us anything, risking our lives and for what?"

"Have you stopped and thought that perhaps they didn't want to tell us to keep the masses calm?"

"That's the thing, Padma, the Ministry can't just simply decide what it is going to do in secrecy and later on present it to the people, things can go wrong very quickly. And don't even let me get started on the people who run it, or are actively part of it..."

"Yeah, I'll give you that one. Some higher-ups need a full investigation, starting with Malfoy."

"Ugh, I can't believe they let someone like him be part of it–"

"Shut up, my head hurts." Love mumbled, her eyes closing as she feels her brain aching, she reckons is because of the discussion her friends were having about politics, of all things.

"Love!!" Both her friends exclaimed, jolting up from wherever they were and coming next to her, each on either side of her.

"Rowena Love, you gave us a right scare," Padma said, looking down at her a frown on her face, her mouth stretched on a small grin.

Love looks between her friends, slowly trying to seat up "Sorry?"

"A sorry doesn't cut it, it was irritating," Emma huffs, pursing his lips in indignation, but the crease on her eyebrows was giving away how actually worried he was for her. "And stop moving so much, wait for Madam Pomfrey before something else happens to you because you were careless."

"Oh relax Emma, it's not like it's her fault she's here," Padma says, rolling her eyes at the boy in front of her.

Love blinks, a frown making its way to her face as she tries to recall how she manages to get- which she guesses now- the Hospital Wing yet coming up with no answer, last she remembers was sitting on the fountain with Emma and Padma and then... Harry Potter walked up to her, didn't he? He gave her something...?

"What happened?" Love asks, ignoring Emma's protest as she seats up and leans against the bedframe.

Before either could answer Madam Pomfrey came out of her office with Professor Lupin in tow, both coming up to her.

"Ah, Miss Emerson, glad you're awake," Said the old healer when she realize Love was moving again. Padma and Emmanuel move out of her way as she approaches the bed and began to examine her nose, and when she was satisfied her head. "Anything hurts? Nausea?"

"I just have a slight headache, that's all," Love told her giving her a lip-tight smile.

"Does she has a concussion?" Emma asks sheepishly looking between Love and Madam Pomfrey.

"I believe she does." Madam Pormfrey nods, leaning back. "You receive quite the hit, Miss Emerson, but thankfully it was nothing serious, I believe a Pepperup Potion would do the trick with that headache,"

With a flick of her wand, Madam Pomfrey summons the vial of potion and hands it to her. "Drink this wait a few minutes and then you are free to go, however, if at any point you feel nausea or get another headache come right away, is that clear?"

"Crystal, thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Love sends her a grateful smile.

The old healer left without a moment to spare, leaving four people behind, making Love aware of the presence of the fourth member of the small group, Professor Lupin who was giving Love a sympathetic smile as she drank the potion.

"How are you feeling, Miss Emerson?" He asks.

Love sends him a smile, trying to ignore the faint flutter in her stomach for having the attention of the handsome professor and the embarrassment of having steam blowing out of her ears as that happens. "Fine... just a little confused about what happened?"

Professor Lupin's smile turns into a subtle grimace, "Right, about that..."

"Long story short, the boy who lived knocked you out," Padma spoke, interrupting the professor and making Love snap her head in her direction.

Love blinks, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Yep, out cold but that was after he broke your nose." Padma let out a chuckle.

"For Rowena's– Padma!" Emma scolded the girl, a disapproving frown on his face.

Padma rolls her eyes, yet the smile was still present. "Did he not?"

"Yes but have more tact about it, stop laughing."

"Wait wait," Love waves her hands, looking confused, "How did all that happen?"

Emma purses his lips, tilting his head "Well, actually I'm quite confused myself..."

"It all happened so fast, Love, you wouldn't believe it," Padma snickers for a moment too long making Emmanuel push her arm with a pointed look. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry but you've to admit it was pretty funny."

Emma stares at Padma for a second before looking away, a grin forming on his face before his shoulders began to shake with a silent laugh, making Padma snort once again all the while Love and Professor Remus watch them burst into laughter. Love was dumbfounded that her friends were laughing at her or her expanse yet not surprised, she glance at Lupin who had a hand over his mouth, shaking his head, he looked amused? Or maybe he was cringing? One of the two, Love couldn't decide.

"Sure, yeah I know my pain amuses you, but when you lot stop laughing at me can you please answer my bloody question?" Love huffs, crossing her arms.

"Oh, Love we are not laughing at you," Padma said, ceasing her laugh.

"You're not?"

"No, we are uh– " Emmanuel rolls his eyes, he glances at the professor before stopping his laugh altogether.

"Potter, we are laughing about Potter." Padma turns to the professor, who has now his arms crossed, letting his arms look toned under his shirt. Christ all mighty, isn't he so handsome? "Sorry, but it was funny, sir."

Lupin waves a hand dismissively, a small grin on his scarred handsome face. "No, no I can... I understand," He turned his chocolate eyes towards her which shinned with sincerity. "However, I do hope you know it was an accident, Love. Harry would never do that on purpose."

"I know..." Love trails off, "I mean, I don't know him but he doesn't seem like the type to knock someone out for a laugh, but none of you has answered my question as to how did that happen?" She looks between them in expectation.

"More like what didn't happen," Emmanuel mumbled sharing a look with Padma.

That afternoon Love came to find out that conversing with the famous Harry Potter could lead to possible injuries, for not even a five-minute conversation of him fundamentally giving her beloved journal back led her to a visit to the hospital wing. Love, despite it all, not only thought it was funny but she felt thankful for the boy, If it hadn't been for him, who knows when she would have found the journal, maybe she wouldn't have been able to, so, she decided then that she should thank him for giving her her journal back the next time she sees him.

Easier said than done...

The next day, Love woke up good as new, with no headache, no dull pain, no nothing, all thanks to Madam Pomfrey and her abilities, not that Love ever her skills. She almost forgot it happen if it weren't for the people asking about it.

"Is it true?" Cho Chang asks, sitting next to Love at the Ravenclaw table.

It was the next morning, Emmanuel, Love and Padam were sitting at their table in the Great Hall when Cho came up to her like a few people had done already and asked her about the incident.

"Yes," Love mumbled as she drink her pumpkin juice. "But I'm fine."

"That's good. Y'know, I barely believed Marie told me that you got knocked out, and by Harry Potter no less." The older Ravenclaw said, helping herself a serving of eggs.

Love hums, and shrugs. "Yeah, well, as much as I appreciate the headache, I know It was an accident,"

"I sure hope it was, it sounded horrid, that did," Cho said, nudging Love slightly.

"What did Marietta tell you about how it happened?" Padma asks, entering their conversation smoothly.

Cho turns to her, "That Harry came up to her, headbutt her and then pushed her into the fountain where you apparently cut your skull open," She sends Love's head a look, "But I know she has the tendency to exaggerate, so I know it wasn't that bad."

"It wasn't," Love deadpanned, "This is how rumours start, the next thing you know I've been cursed to death."

Padma chuckles, shaking her head in amusement. "But In a way, Potter did all that, though."

"Stop it," Love sighed sending her friend a look, her eyes subconsciously travelling to the red and golden table, searching for the boy with untidy black hair, yet no matter how much she look for him, he wasn't there. She must have missed him or perhaps he already left.

"Let's chat about something else," Love interrupted Padma mid-explanation about how she felt in the fountain.

Padma scoffs, leaning back to look at Love. "Like what? There's nothing as interesting as your concussion right now."

Cho giggles at the glare Love sends Padma, she reaches out and wraps an arm around Love soothing her. "What would you like to chat about, my mucker?"

"Dunno," Love shrugs, nursing the last of her cereal as a random thought pops up. "When does Quidditch season starts?"

"Two weeks into November," Emmanuel answered glancing quickly at the girls, the first time he spoke since Cho joined them.

"Bloody hell, it's just around the corner." Cho sighs, rubbing her forehead. "No wonder why Davis is forcing us to wake up at dawn."

Cho was also part of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, she plays as the seeker, and is pretty skilled too.

Padma scoffs, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "No, it's not, Davis is just being dramatic, we play on the second game, and there's plenty of time to practice."

"Better be well prepared, and we have it easy compared to some teams, " Said Cho, sending a look at the Slytherin table. "I heard Flint is making his team practice on our to end with no breaks and don't even get me started on Woods..."

Padma and Cho then began to discuss their team's practice management, Emma piped up a few times and Love had little interest in that so she stayed quiet for the most part, she was just glad she managed to change the subject successfully. Love took another glance at the Gryffindor table to no avail, Harry Potter wasn't there, however, his friend, Ron Weasley, she believes his name is, was eating away a pile of sausages and Hermione, who was pocketing a pastry into her satchel.

Odd, maybe she can catch Harry some other time.

Soon enough the bell rang and Love, Padma and Emmanuel were making their way to their first class of the day, charms, dodging running students and those who didn't watch where they were walking. Once in class, as Love was making her way to her usual seat, Professor Flitwick's high pitch voice called for her. Turning, Love made her way to his desk where he was standing on a couple of books to see her.

"Hello, Sir." Love greeted, sending the head of her house a smile.

Flitwick returns the smile. "Miss Emerson, I heard you were sent to the Hospital Wing yesterday, is everything well now?"

Love purses her lips, a bit annoyed that even the professors knew about what happened because as much as she found it slightly amusing at first it was beginning to get a bit embarrassing, the thought that maybe a good quarter of Hogwarts population saw her like that and most of them were whispering about it was distressing.

"Just a little bump in the head sir, nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn't fix." Love answered, trying her best to look as unaffected as possible.

"Good good." Said Flitwick, nodding his head in satisfaction. "I was concerned when I heard you were unconscious,"

Love's smile became sincere, she was touched by her professor's concern. "It's all well now, sir."

"And I am glad that is. Now, you tell me if you feel faint or anything, understand?" Flitwick told her, giving her a pointed look with warm eyes.

"Of course, thank you, sir," Love told him, she went to turn but he called her again.

Flitwick wave his wand, although it was more like a quick twitch and cupcake settle in front of Love, dancing in her direction. He nudge the pastry with his head but he didn't say anything just smiled at her. Love mirrored his smile taking the dancing cake, "Thank you, sir."

She then went to the seat next to Emmanuel, who already had all his books, quills and ink out. He send her a look when she slid down on her seat.

"Professor Flitwick gave you a cupcake?"

Love beams and nods as she places the pastry on the table to get her books out.

"For what?"

Before Love could answer, Padma piped in from Emma's other side, popping her head to look at Love. "What do you mean 'for what'? Obviously, because she got half beat up, genius."

"Really?" Emma huffs, crossing his arms. "A sympathy cupcake?"

"Pretty much," Love confirms, nodding her head.

Padma groans, pouting at the cupcake. "I wish I could get one,"

"Well, I can always hex you into oblivion, if you want." Love teases with a grin.

"Ha. Ha, very funny, but jokes on you, I win either way, because not only will you get detention but I'll get a cupcake" Padma told her, pushing the side of Emma to make his shoulder hit Love's.

"Oi, you sod." Emma huffs, fixing himself. "This dolt is right Love, instead of getting detention we should call Harry Potter, perchance he could do us a favour and knock this one out too."

Padma began to giggle, as well as Love. "That's awful."

"Come to think of it, he must be mortified," Padma told them, resting her elbows on the table. "He went from flirter to assailant, real quick."

"Flirter?" Love parroted confused.

Before she could ask Padma to elaborate, the class began and Love decided to forget about it and concentrate on the lesson. They were learning Carpe Retractum Spell, in other words, the seize and pull charm; a charm that produced a magical, retractable cord of light, that could be used to pull objects towards the caster, or, if the target was fixed in place, to pull the caster towards the target, according to her textbook.

The class was watching as Flitwick cast the charm, Carpe Retratum, on a pot of flowers, and the pot flew towards him for him to easily catch. Flitwick began to explain the charm and how it worked, when it was the best time to cast it and what it should be cast on before prompting his students, one by one to go in front of the class and cast the charm. Love was able to get the charm right, although it took a bit of force from her to make the pot fly steady towards her.

Soon, the class came to an end, but just before the Ravenclaws could leave their head of house asked for the Hogsmeade permission forms, which most students were more than eager to give away like Love and Emma but others, like Padma, who didn't have it with them at the moment were being told they can give it to him before Halloween day, which was in a few days.

"I know I sound like a broken record but I can't wait, I have the jitters and shit," Padma said as they were walking to their next class, Herbology.

Love nodded, chuckling with a smile stretching on her face. "Me neither, there are so many things I want to do, like go to Honeyducks..."

"Oh, my days, Honeyduck is not going to be ready for what's coming, I am going to raid that store."

"And the Shrieking Shack," Emmanuel added.

Padma made a sound from the back of her throat that sounded hesitant, "I'm not a fan of getting chased by malevolent spirits,"

"That's just a stupid rumour, Padma." Emma scoffs, turning towards her.

Padma shrugged, holding her hands up innocently. "I dunno that, but I'll rather not risk it. I don't play with that stuff."

"Oh, come on, Paddy, It can't be that bad, " Love nudges the girl with her shoulder, "Think about it if it really were evil spirits there do you think it students would visit it?"

"Because some people are pretty bloody stupid... but I'll do it if you do it." Padma sighs, defeated.

Love smiles, and intertwined her arm with hers and then with Emma's, who grunted but didn't move away. "It's going to be fun."

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Days later, Love found herself walking towards owlery with several letters in her hand, she wanted to send them to her family, one letter for her mum, one for her mami, one for Tara, one for Kiara and one for Ezra. It might seem excessive but Love since her first year has done it this way, and it stayed that way, in a way it cure her homesickness.

As she was making her way through the halls of the school, thinking to herself that maybe it was time to invest in a pet owl, (sure, Padma usually urges her to use hers, Akash, but Love always declines, one never knows when something urgent happens to her or Parvati and she needs to send her parents a letter) when Love thought she caught a glimpse of Harry Potter, making a halt on her steps to focus her sight, she tries to search for the messy hair among the people once again but fails to find it, she only founds a taller and older version of him, it was undoubtedly his father, James Potter, looking confused.

"Cabron." She mumbles under her breath before continuing to walk.

Love never thought in her years of life that she'll have so much trouble getting in close proximity to someone. Since that day of the accident, Harry Potter has been avoiding her like a plague, it was getting ridiculous, even in the classes they shared, like Defense Against the Dark Arts, he made sure to sit the farthest away from where she is and is the first out the door as soon as the bell rings, she even caught him turning around when she was walking on his direction yesterday and speed-walk away. It was truly absurd, anyone who didn't know better would think Love was the one who kayoed him.

However, she wasn't giving up, call her stubborn but it hasn't even been a week, besides, her mothers always thought her to say thank you when needed, and she felt like she needed to thank him. She'll give it another week, if he keeps dodging her then she'll just send him a letter through Hermione or something.

Climbing the dreaded steps of the west tower, Love finally arrived at the owlery, cursing herself for forgetting her robes when she entered the owlery, for the circular room was rather chilly due to the lack of glass on the plethora of windows on the tower. She quickly went to find a school owl, trying not to cringe when she accidentally stepped on the bone of a mouse and they crunch under her shoe, picking a grey barn owl with big black eyes. Love fed him some of the peanuts Padma gives Akash before giving it to the letters, muttering her home address.

Love pats the owl on the head as it nips the last of the peanuts. "Thank you,"

"Pretty owl," A voice suddenly said, making Love jolt out of her skin with a gasp. She snapped her head to the owner of the voice, startled and found a familiar Hufflepuff boy, it was Ernie Macmillan, the blonde was awkwardly standing near the exit, with his hands tucked in the trousers pockets.

"Bloody Rowena, you scare the living magic out of me," Love breaths out, holding a hand to her heart.

Ernie's round cheeks began to change colour, from pale to crimson, "I'm sorry, It wasn't my intention to startle you."

"It's fine," Love lets out a breathy chuckle, trying to get her heart to beat normally again, "You just caught me by surprise, that's all."

"Right," Ernie nodded, he bit his lips and stayed quiet making Love think he was done speaking, so she turned back to the owl as it soared out of the tower with the letters clutched on its peak.

"You have a pretty owl,"

Erinies words made her turn from the window to where he was still standing at the entrance, Love huffs a laugh, shaking her head. "That's one of the school's owls, I don't own any... though I probably should,"

"Oh, yes, well, it'll make your life easier, I supposed," Ernie said, walking into the cold owlery. "I mean, I wouldn't know really, I've never used the school's owl before, I do own an owl, a Long-eared owl,"

Love hums, she nodded in acknowledgement, "Nice... though, I can't say I know much about owls to know anything about them."

"My owl it's really impressive, she's one of the fastest birds there is, not to mention her hunting ability, truly, my owl is of the top three most elegant owls in Hogwarts." The boy proudly praises his owl, Love even notices a change in his chest, a puff that wasn't there before.

"Woah, your owl sounds cool, is she here?" Love asks, looking at the many owls on the walls.

Ernie's puff chest deflated a bit, he purses his lips. "Eh- not- not right now, I sent her away this morning."

"Oh," Love blinks, a bit confused. "Then... why are you here?"

Ernie glances at the owl-dropping covered floor, away from her as his cheeks turn crimson once again, "I, well, I saw you in the hallway and I wanted to speak with you,"

"Me? Why?" Love asks, frowning in confusion, wrapping her arms around herself as a gush of chilly air pass through the windows of the tower.

She's confused as to why he followed her all the way here, last she remembers she hasn't spoken to him in a few weeks, what did they talk about? Hell, she couldn't remember but it must have been important if he climb all those stairs to talk to her.

"I heard what happen, with Potter..." Ernie told her, switching his weight between his legs.

Love frowns deepened, is that what he needed to talk to me about? "Yeah... but I'm alright now."

"It must have been awful,"

"It was an accident," Love bit her lips. Ernie was shifting nervously on his feet, and it was making her anxious. "Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?"

Ernie shook his head fervently, turning redder than before "No, no, I just wanted to– to erm... are you going to Hogsmeade and would you like to go with me?"

Love felt the anxiety Ernie was subconsciously sending her skyrocket at the question that left his mouth. Suddenly, she remembers the talk she had with Hanna Abbot in transfiguration class weeks ago.

"I..." Love gulped down her anxiety, she hadn't thought about it, with everything that has happen it skipped her mind and now she has to make a quick decision, "I was planning on going with Padma and Emmanuel,"

"But you are always with them, if you tell them you're going on a date they'll understand, surely," Ernie persists, taking a few steps towards her yet keeping space between them.

Love bit her lips, glancing away. She liked Ernie, he was nice, she knows he was smart and cute, and all the interactions she has had with him were pleasant enough, still, she hardly knows him, which is why this is so surprising for her, and stressing at the same time. She didn't want him to feel rejected but she didn't want to accept his invitation either.

"Well, I- I supposed they could but–" Before she could finish her thought, Ernie took another step towards her, making her feel slightly trapped.

"Is that a yes?" He asks with a large smile stretching on his face.

Before Love realize it, her head was moving, in a short series of up and down. She was nodding, "Why not? It could be fun."

And it could be, right? She should give it a go.

"Great, that's excellent." Ernie's smile was large, and Love almost could see all his teeth, he took the last steps closer to her and grabbed her hand which compared to his, was frozen but Ernie didn't seem to notice. "We should meet at the entrance, that is where McGonagall is going to take us to the village."

"Sure, yeah... okie-dokie." Love chuckles awkwardly, now she was the one shifting on her feet.

Ernie nodded, letting go of her hand. "Grand!! Well, I'll see you then,"

"In a while crocodile," Love hold her thumbs up as he left the tower.

When she knew he was no longer in hearing distance, Love sighs loudly, closing her eyes, and running a hand over her face, "Why did I just say no?" She slaps her forehead repeatedly, "Why? Why? Why?" She then groans. "In a while crocodile? Thumbs up? For fucks sake what's wrong with me?"

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Harry Potter has a gift, and no, it's not his innate magic or his Quidditch skills, or even his talent with Wizarding chest which may not be as great as Ron's or his mother it was still respectable, no, none of that was his gift, nothing but his ability for things to always somehow go wrong for him, for bad things to happen.

It is a proven theory now, is it not?

First year, the year where he has supposed to make friends, get to know Hogwarts, and cause mischief because why not? Harry got caught up with the philosopher stone mess, almost got eaten, asphyxiate by plants, was attacked by giant pieces of chess and faced Voldemort for the first– or well, the second time in his life. Second year, once again he was supposed to make friends, focus on Quidditch and his studies, and cause some actual mischief, all that got thrown away the moment he talked to that sodding snake, and everyone thought he was the Slytherin heir, not to mention he yet again was closed to being eaten alive and face Voldemort for a third time, a younger version of him but still. Now, this year didn't start the best, not when the man who sold his parents to Voldemort escaped the unescapable prison, but nevertheless, Harry didn't let that stop him, he still wanted to have a peaceful year, go to Hogsmeade with the friends he managed to make, finally win the Quidditch cup, now that his uncle was here perhaps apply himself more when it comes to his studies, and if it all went well, ask Love Emerson on a date... but like aforementioned, he has a knack for things to never happen the way he wanted them to.

But how- in merlin's name- was it possible for things to go so flipping badly?

There he was, talking to his long-time crush, she was smiling at him, actually smiling at him, talking to him, laughing with him and then, before he knew it, Harry went and knocked her out. And if that's not the worst thing that could have happened, half of Hogwarts knew about it too, and they were whispering, which is something Harry was used to at this point of his life, however, this time was way worst. Those whispers were serving as a reminder of what he had done, not that he could ever forget about it, it's not every day you broke the girl you fancy nose or get her unconscious.

"Harry, mate can you lend me a quill?" Ron asks, looking down at his damaged quill. "I left my good one back in our room... Harry?"

Ron turn his head to the side, where his best friend was supposed to be sitting doing his charms essay, only to find an empty space making him frown.

"Oh honestly," Hermione mumbled as Harry came up from under the table, glancing about before seating on his former chair, ignoring Hermione's statement.

Ron looks at him perplexed, yet not surprised. "What in Godric's name are you doing?"

"I just thought I saw..." Harry didn't need to finish, both his friends knew who he was speaking about.

"Emerson?" Ron scoffs, shaking his head, "Mate, we already scour the library. She's not here."

They were sitting at a table near the back of the library, almost hidden but still present, per Harry's request. They were writing their charms essay about the Carpe Retractum Spell for their next class.

Hermione sighs, her eyes leaving the pages of the book to Harry. "You need to stop avoiding her, Harry."

"And say what?" It's been almost a week since the incident and all Harry has done is avoid her, because how is he supposed to face her now? "I doubt she wants me anywhere near her now, anyways."

"You can start with an apology, have you done that yet?" Hermione told him, sending him a look.

Harry groans, head falling on the table and shakes it. He couldn't face her. So much for a Gryffindor's bravery, huh?

"Reckon he's afraid next time he speaks with her he'll end up giving her a shinner," Ron mutters, sniffling a laugh.

"Ron!" Hermione scolds him while Harry hit his head on the table.

"Sorry Harry, but It was horrible but funny to watch," Ron said, chuckling softly.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turns to Harry, a sympathetic gaze in her eyes. "Harry, I really think you should talk to her, I am sure she knows it was an accident."

"Hermione, I can't—"

"Yes, you can." Hermione interrupted Harry, "Just go up to her and apologize, simple as that,"

Harry scoffs a humourless laugh, lifting his head to look at her. "Last time I went up to her she ended up in the Hospital Wing. I don't fancy a repetition of that."

Ron snorted again, taking Harry's quill for his use.

"It's very unlikely that it happens again," Hermione said, trying to reason with him.

"Yeah, well, I'll rather not risk it." Said Harry, shaking his head.

"But–"

"Leave it, Hermione. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Hermione pursed her lips, it was obvious she has something to say but she respected his wishes and said nothing. She turns back to her essay.

"Come of it, mate, this will blow over soon enough," Ron told him, nudging his shoulder in comfort.

Harry nodded in acknowledgement of his words, yet said nothing. It won't blow over any time soon, at least not for him. He will be mortified by it for the rest of his life.

A/N: Hope you enjoy it. Tell me what you think about it.

[pinejayy]

Hey I love your stuff. Can I have a Wally x reader who has a secret identity of a supervillain with weather powers? When they are in their disguise, they are arrogant, loud and acts like they own the neighbourhood. They don’t hurt anyone but they do demand stuff and ruin their events. Without their disguise, they are nice, sweet and helpful but soon falls head over heels over Wally and he does as well until he finds the truth as soon as he got too close.

Sure thing!! Sorry for the slow updates, I've been going through things and yeah. But I hope you enjoy this uwu!!

Rain Over Me (Wally Darling x Reader)

It was wonderful being the neighborhood Villain, yes that's right you were the neighborhood Villain. You had control over the weather, and honestly you loved it. You made sure to ruin the neighbors days wherever you had a chance. You just enjoyed putting a frown on their face. And they hated you, they called you mean names. Like "Butthead" "Meanie" "Stupid" and the list goes on. Honestly you don't know how you became this villain but I guess this role was assigned to you. Sometimes you wished you weren't the villain, but I guess it's in you.

But you did have two sides, one of course your Villain side which was called Stormy which you were mean, loud and sarcastic. And you're other side was just you...Y/N a sweet person who was friends with the neighbors! Of course no one knew about this, and you were going to keep it that way.

You were walking around the neighborhood, being sneaky. You were currently Stormy, you were hiding around the trees. Finding the perfect opportunity to ruin someone's day. As you look around and saw that a few of the neighbors were having a picnic. How lovely! You smile to yourself and skip towards them. The picnic had Frank, Sally and Julie. They were having a great time, until they saw you.

"Hey Guys!! How is everyone doing!" You say as you stand in front of them, a huge smirk across your face. "Why wasn't I invited!" You pouted, and laughed.

They looked over at you and sighed. "Go away Stormy!" Sally said, as the other two nodded.

"Yeah, you're a big Meanie! Why are you so rude!" Julie said, as she crossed her arms and pouted. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

You looked at her, and thought at what she said. Why were you mean? Well you were assigned to be the villain. What else? But you just smile and look at them. "Oh? Me mean?" You giggle out. "Come on I'm a very nice person!! You just gotta talk to me that's all."

"I highly doubt it, you're nothing but a rude person." Frank said.

Which made you laugh you snap your fingers, and all of the sudden rain started You used your powers to make a cloud above them. The water was pouring on them. You laugh as you watched them struggle, and with that you ran off into the distance. You made sure you were out of sight. You sat down onto the grass and thought about what they said. Why did you have to be mean?

As you sat there for a few minutes, thinking about all the times you ruined their days. And remember all the mean comments everyone has told you. Hmmm..you didn't like this.

You then take off your Villain costume, thankfully you had your normal colorful outfit underneath. As you put away your outfit in a bag you had and walked back to the neighborhood you saw the three neighbors who were soaked in water. You walked up to them.

"Is everything okay? What happened?" You asked. As you look at them, pretending that you weren't just here.

"That meanie! Stormy ruined our day!" Sally said, as the three of them got up and packed up their things. "Wait you came from their direction? They didn't do anything to you?"

You quickly shake your head and laughed nervously. "Uh Nope! I guess I didn't cross their path. How lucky am I?" You say. "But I'm sorry to hear what happen guys." You say trying to cheer them up.

"It's okay Y/N, it's not your fault. It's Stormy's! They are rude! No wonder why they don't have any friends." Julie said. Both Sally and Frank agreed.

"Yes, I must say. That they are the saddest neighbors. Why pick on people for fun? I'm sure something is wrong with them." Frank added, and all three of them laughed. You just stand there as you watch them talk down on you well talk down on Stormy, this honestly made your heart break. Just hearing them made you tear up. Hearing your friends say these things.

"Hey I have to go guys, It was nice seeing you. I hope you guys have a great day." You say quickly and walk off before they could tell you anything else. You were walking towards your house, tears filled your eyes. You didn't want this anymore. You didn't want to be Stormy anyone. You didn't look where you were going and bumped into someone. Making you fall to the floor and onto your butt. "Ow!" You say as you rub you head. Looking up seeing someone.

"Oh my! I'm truly sorry neighbor! Are you okay? Here let me help you up."

You look up and saw Wally, you quickly your tears away. He held out a hand for you, you took it and he pulled you up. "Oh no no, did I make you cry? I'm deeply sorry." He began to say.

You shake your head, as you hold onto the bag you had. "No no, I'm not crying Wally. I'm fine. Thank you for helping me out. And I should be sorry as well. I wasn't looking were I was going too." You say as you looked at him, giving him a small smile you then started to walk past him. Wally just stood there, he didn't know what to say. He saw you crying though? Did someone else make you cry?

As Wally watched you as you walked off he saw that you were holding a small bag. You were holding it quite close to your body. Wally then thought maybe he should talk to you. Maybe something is going on with you and maybe he can help you out.

As you walked away you held onto the bag close. You made it to your house and closed the door behind. Throwing the bag onto the couch and tears started to roll down your cheeks. You didn't want this anymore! You hated seeing everyone against Stormy...well you. You thought you liked it but you don't. As you were going to held to your room someone knocked the door.

You quickly wipe your tears, walking to the door and before you could open it you took a deep breath and put on a fake smile. "Hello Neighbor! How can I help you?" You say and looked up and saw Wally once again. Wally had a concerned look, he was worried about you. "Wally?"

"Yes Hello Neighbor. I just wanted to check up on you. Is it okay if I can come in?" He asked. To which you just nodded and stepped to the side allowing him to walk in. Once he was in the house you close the door behind you.

"Can I offer you a glass of Apple Juice?" You say and he just smiled and nodded. "That would be wonderful, yes please Neighbor."

And with that you smile. "Okay, I'll be back shortly, Please make yourself home." You say and walk off and into the kitchen. Leaving Wally alone, he sat down on the couch you had. He saw that bag you had. He knows he shouldn't look around without your permission but he was curious.

He made sure you weren't looking or coming by and he quickly took a peak into the bag. Gasping softly! Seeing a costume? Wait this looked familiar to Wally. Then he realized it looked like Stormy's. Then it hit him, YOU WERE STORMY. He quickly put the bag back into it's place and you walked in.

"Here you go Wally." You say and hand him a glass of Apple Juice. He smiled and took the glass. You sat by him and sigh softly.

"Thank you Y/N." He said, as he placed the glass by a small table you had. "So are you doing okay?" He asked you, he was looking at you. His pupils grew slightly as he looked at you.

You just nodded and smile at him. A fake smile. Wally could tell it was a fake smile. "Yeah, I'm okay Wally. I'm okay no need to worry about me."

"I know you're lying Neighbor. Did something happen."

You shake your head. "No I'm okay...Really." You say as you look away. You heard Wally sigh out, he placed a hand on yours. "You know you can always talk to me Neighbor." Wally said as he smiled at you. "I just wanna know why you were crying."

You look at him and frown. "I can't say..." You say quietly. As you look down more tears started to form. Wally just looked at you, as he stayed silent for a few seconds and spoke up again.

"Oh? Is it because of this?" He said, you looked up and shocked was all over your face. He was holding up your Stormy costume. You tried to take it away from him but he was to quick. "What's this Neighbor?"

"I don't know!" You say, clearly lying to his face. But Wally knew you.

"You're lying to me Neighbor. Why? I thought we were really good friends?" He said, as he sighed he dropped the costume onto the floor. Hugging you which shocked you. "Oh Neighbor Why would you keep this a secret from me?"

You cry softly as he hugged you, hugging him back you cried harder. "I don't know! I couldn't tell you because I was afraid."

"Afraid of what?" He said, as she rubbed your back.

You wipe your tears and pull away from the hug. "I was afraid that you were going to kick me out of the neighborhood.." You say looking down.

"And why be Stormy, you know Stormy isn't very popular with the other neighbors...right?" He said looking over at you, making you nod. "I know that Wally, but I don't know why I have to be them? It feels like Stormy was assigned to me....I know that doesn't make sense but I don't know what to do."

Wally just sat there. He was quite. "Hmm, assigned to you. How odd. "But if you don't want this why not throw away the costume?" He said.

"I would, but what if one of the neighbors catch me? Then what? And also I couldn't just throw it away because Home is always keep a watch for the neighborhood." You say softly. Looking down.

"Is this why you were crying?" He said, you just nodded. "Okay I'm going to keep this a secret. Just between You and I." He said. He picked up the costume and shoved it back into the bag. "Don't worry about this junk. I'll make sure to dispose of this."

"Really Thank You Wally." You say as you hugged him, as you cry softly. He just nodded and smiled slightly and hugged you back. Rubbing your back.

"Don't worry about Stormy. I'll make sure to tell the other neighbors that they won't be bothering us anymore."

You just nodded. "Okay Thank you Wally I really appreciate you."

"Anything for my favorite neighbor."

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kino Maniac [Epilogue]

Monologue

Ever since that day,

the treatment I received,

improved by quite a bit.

While Yuuri-san was still there,

to take care of everything I needed,

it no longer felt like I was being watched,

around the clock.

That being said, 

I wouldn’t go as far as to say I was free to go wherever I wanted.

However, I could not help but worry,

about how Ayato-kun was doing. 

So while Yuuri-san was not around,

I quietly snuck towards the dungeon. 

ー The scene starts in the dungeon

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Ayato: ...Chichinashi! You made it out alive!

Yui: ...Yeah. I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble. 

Ayato: Ahー I’m glad. I thought you had been burnt to a crisp. 

Right after I stopped hearin’ your voice, that Yuuri dude showed up to extinguished the fire. 

It’s just...I had no idea what was goin’ on inside your cell because the wall was in the way.

The fuck happened to you? 

Yui: Well...

Apparently Kino-kun ultimately gave Yuuri-san the order to come save me. 

Ayato: Hm. Kino did, huh...? 

Yui: I honestly don’t understand why he suddenly decided to save me when he’s the one who started the fire...

( I honestly have no clue what goes on in that guy’s head... )

Ayato: ...And? Did you talk to Kino afterwards? 

Yui: No, we haven’t. I haven’t even seen him ever since. 

Kino-kun...He won’t leave his own room at all after all. 

( He’s been cooped up in there the whole time... )

Ayato: ...Then why don’t you go see him? 

Yui: Eh? That’s...

( Why would I...? )

Ayato: God. I noticed this before as well but...

I just can’t help but feel that when it comes to Kino...you just become more stubborn than usual, or somethin’... 

Yui: ...

Ayato: And Kino as well, he’ll use every opportunity given to him to bother you. You should just ignore it.

Yui: Right. I know that myself too but...

Ayato: See? There you go again. 

Yui: Eh...?

Ayato: In other words, you can’t help but want to look out for him, don’t you?

Yui: Eh!?

Ayato: You know what the two of you remind me of? A married couple having a fight.

Yui: A-A married couple...

( Is that how it came across...? )

( I mean, it’s true that I have a hard time letting it go. )

( But that’s only because I fear what he might do if he’s given free reign... ) 

Ayato: Haah...Why aren’t you saying anything? I guess you weren’t aware of yourself at all, huh? 

Well, that’s fine. But try to put yourself in my position having all of that rubbed in my face. 

Yui: ...We’re not rubbing it into anyone’s faces!

ー Kino approaces them

Kino: ...Hm. Seems like you two are having a great time? 

Yui: ...Kino-kun...

Kino: Sure, I told Yuuri that he can let you roam around the house freely...

But while you are out here talking with this guy, isn’t there something you should tell me instead?

*Rustle rustle*

Kino: ...Come with me.

*Thud* 

Yui: Kyah...

Kino: Come, I said!

ー Kino drags her away

Ayato: ...

Monologue

The only reason why I saved her from the dungeon,

is for those powers.

Because she is Eve.

So I might need her in the near future. 

This whole time,

I’ve convinced myself of that again and again.

I thought it was case closed. 

Yet, before I know it,

I realize that once again,

my mind has been occupied with thoughts of her. 

When I saw her,

talking with Ayato,

I could feel terribly dark feelings,

boil up inside of me. 

However, I did not feel the urge,

to kill her.

Instead, 

I wanted to get her away from Ayato,

as soon as possible. 

Lately, I feel as if I am becoming more and more of a mystery,

to myself. 

ー The scene shifts to Kino’s room

Yui: ...

Kino: Hm. Look who seems to be in a bad mood again...

( Even though she looked so happy talking to Ayato earlier... )

I went out of my way to save you when you were on the verge of death, you know? Isn’t there something you want to tell me?

Yui: ...Not really. I have nothing to say to you. 

Kino: ...

Yui: Besides...I don’t remember asking you to save me.

Kino: ...You really are a natural at making me upset, aren’t you? 

Yui: That isn’t my intention. 

I’m simply pointing out where I think you are wrong. 

Kino: ...And that’s exactly what pisses me off...ーー 

Yui: Yuuri-san told me about your childhood. 

Kino: ...Yuuri did? Che, he really shouldn’t have...

Who cares about the past? That no longer matters, does it? 

Yui: ...

Kino: Haah...Anyway, I’ll have to punish Yuuri for this later. Fufu...

Yui: ...Stop! Like I told you before, doing such things is pointless...

Kino: No. It does have a purpose. It only makes sense to get back at those who have done something which upset you, right?

Yui: ...But! Then you’ll be stuck in that vicious circle forever!

Kino: And what’s the problem with that? If you don’t want people getting back at you, then get strong.

Yui: ...

Kino-kun. You should know this better than anyone else, you know...?

That revenge only gives birth to more hatred...

What you are doing is no different from when the Ghouls used to take out their anger towards Demons on yーー

Kino: Silence!

...Then, let me ask you. Deep down, you want to get revenge as well, don’t you?

Yui: ...Me?

Kino: I mean, you’ve been at the mercy of those Vampires this whole time, haven’t you? 

They unreasonably drank your blood, regardless of whether you consented or not...

The reason why you haven’t gotten back at them for that, is because you lack the power to do so. 

I’m convinced that if you were to somehow get strong enough to be able to fight back against them, you would seek revenge as well!

Yui: Well...

Kino: ( ...Exactly. You want to get revenge as well, don’t you? )

( There isn’t anyone in this World who would be okay with always getting shit on. )

( If you don’t want to get the short end of the stick, you have to get stronger and work your way to the top. )

( Overwhelming powers, so nobody will be able to stand against you... )

Yui: I wouldn’t do that.

Kino: ...

Yui: Not once have I felt the need to get revenge on Ayato-kun or the others.

I’ll admit that I am powerless. Perhaps that is why the thought has never crossed my mind. 

However...Even if were to get stronger somehow, I don’t believe I would use those powers in such a way. 

Because I know just how meaningless that would be...

Kino: There’s just no way!

*Thud*

Yui: ...!

Kino: I’m sick and tired of hearing about your idealistic morals. I know you don’t actually feel that way deep down...

Yui: ...

Kino: Even right now, you’d love to get back at me, wouldn’t you? That’s why...

( You glare at me like that. )

...

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ...Kino-kun...?

Kino: ...Honestly, there’s no talking to you. I’m kind of exhausted.

There’s just no way you could ever understand what I’m trying to say...

Yui: ...

Kino: There isn’t a single person in this World who understands me. 

...Of course, I’ve known that since forever. 

Yui: ...

Kino: No matter what you say, I shall get my revenge...

I will grow even stronger, and have the whole World bow down at my feet.

I won’t let anyone get in my way...Never...

ー He walks towards the door

Yui: Wait!

*Rustle*

Monologue

Before I knew it,

I had latched onto Kino-kun’s back. 

Because I had noticed,

that even though his words,

were even more aggressive than usual,

on the flip side, his voice quivered ever so slightly.

I felt that he was lonely. 

Ever since the day he was abandoned on this land,

he has been all by himself,

living off the hatred he felt,

towards the Ghouls, towards his Father...

as well as everything and everyone else in this world. 

I am sure that I have absolutely no idea,

how painful that must have been. 

Perhaps he is right,

and there truly is nobody in this world,

who can understand him.

However...Even so,

I simply could not turn my back to him. 

I did not want for him,

to have to feel lonely any longer.

Kino: ...What are you playing at? Let me go...

*Rustle* 

Yui: ...Hey, Kino-kun. 

I...don’t want to give up. 

If possible, I’d like to get to know you better.

Because I believe that you’ll never understand what I’m trying to tell you otherwise... 

Kino: ...

Yui: That’s why I won’t back down.

Until I get you understand...what is right and what is wrong. 

Kino: ...You really are one hell of an annoying woman...

Yui: ( ...Perhaps I am. )

( Maybe Ayato-kun was right...and I worry about him too much. )

( But can you blame me? ) 

( I mean, it’s stronger than myself... )

Kino: ...Be my guest?

ー The scene shifts to black

Yuuri: ...

Kino, he...accepted her...

...Then, I’m sure now...

...

ー The scene shifts to the Church

???: Kino, that fiend...He got rid of the Familiar we sent to him, huh...?

Fufu, I see...I suppose he has finally declared war upon us...

Well, I knew this would happen sooner rather than later. In the end, he is a Vampire as well...

It was obvious he only wanted to join forces temporarily. From the very beginning, I never trusted him. 

Male Clergyman A: However...Sakamaki Ayato is currently on his side. 

???: Well, you do have a point. I believe he assumed that he would be able to manipulate us by using that man as bait... 

...However, I will not fall for his schemes that easily. 

Kino...I believe it would be best to turn him into one of our loyal watchdogs as soon as possible. 

...Right? Don’t you agree with me as well?

Richter?: ...

Even as a watchdog, his descent is a definite plus.

In that regard, I feel sorry for Kino for being related to Karlheinz. If we can get our hands on Ayato and his brothers as well, then... 

The Demon World will be ours at last...Fufu...Fufufufu... 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[taintedevesayori]

Sayo's Route: Dark Fate - Dark 07

Sayo's Route Masterlist

-Sayo is in Yui’s room, chatting with her after she has returned from school for the night

Yui: You seem irritated again, Sayo…Did Shin-kun do something…?

-Sayo grimaces as she recalls how he had kissed her the night before 

Sayo: I guess you could say that…

Yui: What happened? 

Sayo: Last night when I went back to my room, he was waiting for me. We argued, but then he suddenly kissed me before leaving. 

Yui: He kissed you…?!

Sayo: Haah…Yes. 

Yui: I knew he was interested in you…! 

Sayo: There’s no way it’s what you think. He just likes messing with me. I mean, pushing me off a balcony and then kissing me? What kind of crap is that? 

Yui: I guess so…I don’t really understand what he’s thinking, but it sounds like he could be really jealous over Kou-kun…

-Sayo shakes her head

Sayo: Jealous, yes, but it’s got to be some weird pride thing since he’s a Founder and Kou is a vampire. It’s got nothing to do with how he feels about me personally. 

Yui: …You really think so?

Sayo: I mean…it doesn’t make sense any other way. 

Yui: I see…

Sayo: What about you? Carla seems pretty harsh…How are you doing with him? 

Yui: As well as can be expected…Carla-san is strict and he can be cruel sometimes…but I’m just glad to have you here. We can get through whatever they do as long as we’re together, right? 

-She smiles at Sayo. Sayo returns the smile

Sayo: Right. Seriously, though, even if Shin told me to stay away from Carla, if you need help, I won’t leave you alone to fend for yourself. 

Yui: I know. And you’ll let me be there to help you as well, right? 

Sayo: Fufu…As long as you aren’t putting yourself in danger. That defeats the point of me protecting you. 

-Sayo reaches over, gently petting Yui’s head. Her cheeks flush pink and she smiles at the gesture 

Yui: You really are a kind person, Sayo….

Sayo: Not even half as kind as you are. 

*Timeskip*

-Shin enters the room sometime later

Shin: There you are. You really do spend a lot of time with her, don’t you?

-Sayo resists the urge to sigh. She gets up, knowing Shin will want her to come with him 

Sayo: But it means I’m easy to find, doesn’t it?

Shin: …I guess it does. 

-Sayo waves to Yui as they leave her room. The two head to Sayo’s room

Sayo: Fufu…Maybe I should try hiding one of these days. That sounds like it could be interesting. 

Shin: You? Be able to hide from me? Impossible. 

Sayo: Hmph…Now that makes me want to do it even more. 

Shin: Hehe…Go ahead and try it. I’ll hunt you down in no time flat. 

Sayo: And what makes you so confident?

-Shin taps his nose

Shin: I have a better sense of smell than even Nii-san. I’ll be able to track you wherever you go. Whether it’s simply hiding in the house or you come up with some foolish escape, I’ll find you.

Sayo: Hmph…Inconvenient.

(Is that really true…? Will he really be able to track my scent if I try to escape…? Or is he bluffing? Either way, I can’t let his words deter me. If I get a chance to escape, I’m taking it. I have to get me and Yui out of here. I can’t rely on anyone to save us…)

Shin: Do you really still hold onto some foolish hope that you’ll be able to go back to your old life?

Sayo: …And what does it matter if I do or not when you’ve just said you’ll be able to find me?

Shin: …That’s right, so it’s pointless to try, got it?

Sayo: Yeah, yeah…

-Shin narrows his eyes at her, simply staring in silence for a moment. She is unable to tell what he is thinking. He pushes her down on her bed, pinning her underneath him

Shin: You’re still upset over yesterday.

Sayo: You pushed me off a balcony and kissed me. Am I supposed to just immediately get over it?

Shin: Hehe…what are you more upset by? Me pushing you off the balcony…or the kiss?

-Her cheeks flush pink

Sayo: I’m upset over both of them! 

-He smirks down at her

Shin: Shouldn’t the kiss be less upsetting in comparison? Unless I’m getting to you more than you want to let on.

-She glares at him

Sayo: If you assume that, you’re cockier than you look…!

Shin: Am I? You had a rather cute reaction yesterday. I would rather see that more often. 

Sayo: Don’t count on it!

Shin: You sure about that?

Sayo: Don’t you dare!

-Shin tilts her chin up, forcing his lips on hers

Sayo: Shin…!

Shin: Hehe…That was almost as good. It makes me want to mess you up.

-He leans down, biting into her neck

Sayo: Ngh…!

Shin: Nn…If only you tasted better…haah…this would be more enjoyable…

-She tries to push him off, but he pins her wrists down

Shin: Just give in already. My fangs will show you more pleasure than your boyfriend’s did. 

Sayo: I won’t! I don’t want that…!

-He stands up straight, staring down at her

Shin: Not yet, at least.

-He places another kiss on her lips before leaving her room. Sayo sits up, glaring at the door as it closed behind him

Sayo: Tch…Cocky bastard…

[siravalondulac]

v. the mother

meet me in the dark, kiss me in the moonlight

asoiaf ff | jon snow x fem!oc

summary: jon needs his tunic fixed and learns a thing or two about elle in the process word count: 1420 warnings: none author's note: coming into act 2, i will now try to start uploading new chapters every day at 6 pm cet

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The door creaked loudly as Jon stepped into the armoury. His hands gripped the tunic he was carrying tightly, using it to safeguard them from the harsh winds outside. His eyes were still fixed on the ground.

“Hey.”

Jon’s gaze shot upwards at the voice.

“Hey,” he replied, closing the door behind him. Elle sat on a table at the other side of the room, some fabric in her lap. “What are you doing here?”

She lifted the piece of cloth. Jon spotted a needle in her left hand.

“Oh.”

“Did you assume that all I am doing here is walk along the Wall at night?”

Admittedly, Jon hadn’t thought about it that much. He had assumed that, as a woman, she would keep away from the men at Castle Black. Hadn’t she hinted at something like this a few nights ago?

“I did, kind of.” He stepped further into the room. “You’re helping out, too?”

“I am helping out wherever I’m needed,” she replied, returning to her needlework. “In this case, it probably helps that I am one of the only people in this castle that knows how to sew.” She chuckled, and Jon shared her smile.

Then her eyebrows knitted together. “What did you mean by ‘too’? Do not tell me you help with the clothes.”

Jon was sure a small blush spread on his cheeks, especially after noticing her mischievous grin.

“No! No, definitely not.” He cleared his throat. “I help with the weapons, the armour and stuff. I don’t know the last thing about sewing clothes.”

“Well, neither do I. At least, not anymore. But my father thought it necessary for me to be able to mend my own clothes. I guess it did come in handy. Speaking of-” Elle’s gaze shifted downwards, to the tunic in his hands. With a short jerk of her chin she said, “Do you need that fixed?”

Jon looked down, briefly gripping the fabric tighter. “Uh, yeah. It ripped during training.”

“I am not surprised.” Elle still continued with her sewing. “The quality of the clothes here is atrocious.” A short pause, then she tapped the desk she was sitting on. “You can put the tunic down here, I will fix it right after this one.”

Jon followed her command. Then he stood next to her for a few silent minutes, watching her work.

“Do you know where Donal is?” he finally asked.

Elle shrugged. “No. He left a while ago, I do not know when he will be back.”

She put the needle on a plate next to her, tied a knot in the thread, and cut the excess off with a dagger.

Jon blinked once. He had completely missed the dagger lying next to her.

He averted his eyes, not wanting his embarrassment to be seen by Elle. Who knew a simple wooden wall could be so interesting?

"Do you want me to teach you how to sew?"

Jon turned back to Elle. Slowly, to collect his thoughts. Her smile was pleasant, encouraging, and something about it made him want to step closer.

"I don't know," he answered. "I'd probably be worse at it than my sister."

"You can at least give it a try, mending clothes is not as difficult as it might look. Besides, do you really want to stand around aimlessly waiting for Donal?" She had raised her eyebrows, almost in a challenge.

Jon let out an audible breath, yet had to smile regardless.

"Fine. Teach me then."

Elle smiled in triumph. She jumped off the table and pulled out two chairs, placing them opposite each other, falling down on one of them. Jon sat down on the other.

"We are going to use your tunic for this, so that if something goes wrong, it will be your problem."

She shifted forward on her chair and laid the tunic down on her legs. Jon could feel his knees barely touching hers. He drew them back.

“Before we begin properly, we will measure our yarn.” Jon tried to follow her hands.“And tie a small knot.”

She started sewing while Jon watched her. Her hands worked quickly, every stitch placed expertly next to the last, needle held gently between her fingers. He didn't know why he suddenly felt the need to interlace his fingers with hers, but he truly did not like it.

“Now you try.”

“What?”

Elle held out the needle to him. “To learn something you have to try it for yourself.”

Jon felt uncomfortable taking the needle in his hand, making sure not to touch Elle's fingers. Thankfully, she misinterpreted his discomfort.

“You don't have to do it if you don't want to,” she said. “I only meant to bridge the time.”

“No. I mean yes. I mean-” Jon pulled the tunic into his lap. “I'm sorry. It's not that. I would love for you to teach me.”

She smiled again (thankfully). “Well then.”

Jon lowered his gaze to the work before him, the soft smile not leaving his face, no matter how hard he tried. So instead he tried to focus on the needle going in and out of the fabric.

The movements came surprisingly easy to him. Even though the stitches looked - very - crooked, he felt like he got the hang of it quickly.

“Very good.” Jon glanced up at Elle for a moment. She was leaning towards him, arms placed on her knees, some strands of her hair falling into her face as she looked down at his hands. “Just make sure you try to put the stitches closer together.”

Jon nodded. Did Elle not realise how close they were? And how inappropriate that was?

As he finished up, Elle gently took the tunic and needle from him.

“At the end, you'll need to tie a knot and cut the excess yarn. But because the knot is a bit difficult to make, you can just watch me this time,” she narrated her movements.

Jon got a better look at her dagger this time around. It was small, most likely small enough to be hidden in a boot. Its handle was a golden snake with red gemstones for its eyes.

“My father gave it to me.” Elle had apparently noticed his interest. “Back when I first came to him.”

“Where did you live before?”

“Braavos. Though I do not remember much of it.” She handed him his tunic back. “Here. All finished.”

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” she said with a smile. “You did most of the work anyway.”

Jon wanted to respond when the door jammed open. He shot up from his chair, as Donal entered the room, accompanied by a heavy burst of wind. Elle merely turned her head towards the man.

Jon felt the urge to explain what had been happening between him and Elle, that they had been merely talking, that her teaching him how to sew was nothing of importance. But before he could say any of that, Donal already started talking.

“Apologies for keeping you waiting, Jon,” he said as he closed the door behind him. “I was speaking to the Lord Commander. Which-” he turned to Elle- “Mormont wants to see you.”

“Did he say why?” She rose from her chair.

“He wants to talk about your ranging again.”

Elle grimaced ever so slightly, leaving out a sigh. “I have already told him everything.”

Donal just shrugged as he walked towards his forge in the back of the room.

Elle shook her head as she pulled up her right sleeve, revealing a leather sheath strapped to her arm. She sheathed her dagger and pulled down the fabric, hiding it away.

(Jon did not want to think about how easily Elle had had access to a weapon the entire time he had been talking to her.)

“I will see you around,” she said with a smile before leaving the room. Jon mirrored her smile.

He turned around towards Donal, expecting some sort of reprimand for talking to Elle.

(For being so close to her, for thinking about her that way…)

But Donal didn't say anything. He didn't even pay proper attention to Jon, simply preparing the forge.

“Uhm, are you not going to say anything about this? About me talking to Elle?” Jon asked.

Donal looked up with a raised eyebrow.

“I am sure you know what is good for you and what isn't. And I am also sure you know not to break your vows."

Yes, Jon thought. He did know that.

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[tokuvivor]

For the character dynamics: Beakley and Louie?

Ooh, okay! I’ve never written for Beakley before, so I hope I do her justice here.

I give you…

Missin’ the Mission

Originated from this post.

It was a fairly standard day at McDuck Manor. At least, standard in the context of the family going on an adventure.

Everyone was usually packed up the night before. Then, the morning of, Mrs. Beakley would make breakfast for everyone. Then it was off to the Sunchaser in order to get to wherever Scrooge had them going.

All told, Mrs. Beakley had it down to a science by this point. After they all left, she’d do some tidying up around the mansion, maybe make herself some tea and sit out on the back deck. Rarely did anything deviate from this routine.

There could be exceptions, though. Like today. Because when she went to work on the den, she found Louie sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone.

“Louie?”

Louie looked up from his phone. “Oh. Hey, Mrs. B.”

Mrs. Beakley looked at the younger duck curiously. “Decided not to go today?” she asked.

“Yeah, no, I didn’t really feel like it,” Louie replied.

“Ah. Very well, then.” And Mrs. Beakley carried on with her daily chores. This wasn’t the first time Louie had elected to sit out of an adventure. Mrs. Beakley never usually paid it any mind, but this time, it randomly chose to stick out to her.

There wasn’t as much to work on today, so she was finished by late morning. As she put away her cleaning supplies, she decided to make herself some lunch.

When she entered the kitchen, she noticed Louie sitting at the bar. She then took to rummaging around to find whatever she needed to make a sandwich.

When she brought what she needed back to the counter, she saw Louie looking up from his phone.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked.

“No. You’re good.”

Mrs. Beakley nodded, and went on with preparing her sandwich. Shortly after, she elected to break the silence between her and Louie.

“Louie?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is it that you don’t go out on adventures as often as the other children?”

The question surprised Louie. He casually laid his phone facedown. “I’m surprised you haven’t asked me that before, Mrs. B.”

“Well, I haven’t usually paid it a second thought.” She set the bread down to toast. “Besides, from the way Mr. McDuck has been talking all week, the treasure on this adventure is said to be very valuable, indeed. From the 11th century, if I recall correctly.”

“And that’s incredible,” Louie admitted. “I mean, a dude who ruled three kingdoms at once?! But sometimes, I guess I just need a break. I’m not as naturally gifted as the others when it comes to adventuring.”

“What do you mean?” Mrs. Beakley wondered.

“Well, Dewey clearly got his love of adventure from Mom. Huey’s learned from all his Woodchuck stuff. And Webby-well, she’s been researching our family for years; she knows almost all there is to know about Uncle Scrooge. Adventuring is like second nature to her. Plus, there’s all the spy stuff she’s learned from you.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not gifted at it, though,” Mrs. Beakley reasoned. “You’re quite possibly the most cunning young man I know. You can figure your way out of whatever problem is thrown at you. Your methods can be…rather chaotic at times, but they are still highly effective.”

“Thanks, Mrs. B. I try, at least.” Louie then looked at the housekeeper quizzically. “What about you, though? Being a former spy and all, I’d say you’d fit right in with our adventures.”

Mrs. Beakley sighed. “Well, there’s already plenty on my docket here at the mansion. Besides, with some exceptions, that life is largely in the past for me.”

Louie cocked an eyebrow. He knew there was more to it.

“Okay, I will not lie,” resigned Mrs. Beakley. “I do tend to worry about Webby every once in a while. She’s my granddaughter; how can I not? I just…don’t want anything happening to her, much less so actually witnessing it. Especially considering how much madness tends to follow this family. The unpredictability.” She finished constructing her sandwich and took a bite.

“I get what you’re saying,” Louie replied. “But again, you’ve been setting her up for success for years now. She’s sort of a master of the craft now. There’s almost nothing she can’t handle.”

“Oh, I suppose you’re right,” Mrs. Beakley responded.

“And we’d love to have you on an adventure more often. Especially Webby.”

“Well, if you put it that way, why not?” reasoned Mrs. Beakley. “Thank you, Louie. I’d say this was really beneficial for me.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Louie replied. “We should talk like this more often.”

“Yes. We should.”

[the-sun-princess]

Emi Plays Revue Starlight: El Dorado Part 10

ok time to finish off the clautaba stageplay bit and we'll see if i'm insane enough for mahiru to start that route or wait til tomorrow after work

uh....cw?: for my brain finally catching onto lines in the play that straight up tell u whats going on but it didnt click til mahiru said the lines

oh right forgot to know who junna n nana are. sounds like junna's luigi so my guesses have been on the mark this time

ALSO I REALIZED THAT KAORUKO N FUTABA ACTUALLY GET TO KISS EACH OTHER ON STAGE THATS NOT FAIR KJHKJSDF

oh interesting. miguel and carmencita are here at the grave

ajsfdf mahiru cavallero is just Immediately Shady As Hell thats very funny. tbf it Does help jam in that cavallero is not offering to take salvatore in outta charity

oo now the ring swap. that fits in better. also god i have to turn the bgm even further down so i can actually hear the voicelines

futaba praise :)

d'awwwww hikari talked a lot about futaba

yknow cavallero does say salvatore has a lusty toned technique is he like. sexually abusing him? not an interpretation i got outta the others but 3rd time reading and mahiru voicing it makes it sound that way

i mean he has to be abusing his sailors in SOME way for them to hate them- it just didnt rlly click that rape was a possible option til now.

ble ble ble columbus

ohohohoho? isabel asking to come along this time. this was the only time til now i actually got that salvatore was the one grabbing isabel n kissing her junna salvatore there was 0 impression for me to Not think it was isabel doing it before running off

kaoruko salvatore at least had lines in the intermission that made it seem so

...

YEAH I RLLY SHOULDA PUT TOGETHER IT WAS SPOSED TO BE RAPE BEFORE NOW- this isnt even subtext why did my brain just assume it was vague physical violence when its just.....obv sexual assault. tsk tsk at the other cavalleros u didnt say ur lines like a predator enough

sometimes i get overly concious of my art mistakes and then starlight goes and puts out an official product i had to pay for with art like this and i'm like 'i'm fine'

i dont even have a team of editors or ppl meant to be checking this stuff. or speak japanese well but i can still tell when they fucked up a line's translation (sometimes)

i think its funny that in the intermissions the gfs of everyone come up to give them water

EXCEPT for nana to junna. futaba gave junna water bc nana was off crying in a corner about her kissing mahiru

well now im just thinking about arisa freaking out at kasumi in bandori s2 skjhf

kiss again. do it you two. kiss again

kaoruko what does THAT even mean

oh my GOD kaoruko i s2g

make allll that fuss about being embarrassed and then have to save face by calling the kiss futaba's "audition" i'm going to bang my head through a wall

yeah yeah obv futaba n claudines performances were inspired by the others

tabun

back to da play. carmencita still does Nothing

oh interesting, actual scenes of alejandro catching up to salvatore. .....ALEJANDRO WHY U HIRE THE BULLIES FROM THE FIRST ACT

ISABEL AS A STOWAWAY????????/ oh boy with all the upheaval to the status quo on this one i cannot WAIT for mahiru route

also i fuckin hate this line ksjfh (not literally but)

all i can think of is

oh i guess you can sail to granada from wherever they started-

it still makes 0 sense to me on how alejandro caught up to salvatore

SJKFH THE CACKLE I LET OUT

isabel using alejandro just to get to salvatore oohh man just rub it in

yeah sorry bud

i like how the eyebrow is hidden by the eyepatch but not the hair

i was wondering what isabel was doin all this time. just watchin i guess. she screams after salvatore jumps ship

rip isabel....still stuck in a destiny thats not of ur choosing

gah i want to mahiru route now. but i know i'll want to play it thru straight. and i have work tomorrow so i cant do that bc gotta get to bed at a semi-reasonable hour. esp if it'll be longer than the other routes like it prob will be

i wonder how tragic it will end...and also presumably where hikari pops in. like i know she's in here SOMEWHERE ksjfdh

<<part 9 part 11>>

[youremyonlyhope]

The Giggle

Final Fourteen episode*. If I've added an asterisk it means that I correctly interpreted the vague spoiler I saw and am not happy. (Edit: Yep added the asterisk.)

Anyway. I'm just glad this means we'll finally get Gatwa!Doctor. We should have had him already.

Also forgot to put this in the last post. But. Pandemonium, the world ending, people going insane, and a Toymaker. My prediction for the plot of this episode: StarKid's Black Friday.

Sorry, all I can hear is Barney Stinson. I'm sure he did a bad German accent at some point in HIMYM. I like dolls but these puppets are creepy even to me. "Sunnier climes" OH, SO HE'S A RACIST. Hey dude. Tell Baird about the human hair before it blows up. "Imagine if it could talk." No no no. Be careful what you wish for.

Something I forgot to say much much earlier. I don't know how I feel about the intense zoom-in on the TARDIS in the opening sequence. It's almost a Torchwood level of dramatic zoom.

Very carefully not showing us Wilf's face. I wouldn't have wanted Bernard present for all this chaos either though. I'm sorry. UNIT has an Avenger's Tower now? I don't like that. I liked the Tower of London. But I guess Kate wanted to make sure they definitely didn't get shut down again. I was chanting "Slap him, slap him, slap him" as Kate walked up and when she hugged him I said "Aww" in disappointment. Oh Mel! I had been vaguely spoiled of her showing up too. RTD2, I would have preferred an Old Who companion showing up in the 60th special episode that was closest to the actual 60th, but oh well I guess I should be happy we got something Old Who at all since this really was getting close to being a purely RTD focused anniversary. "The pilot declared his right to land wherever he wanted." Greaaat. Sounds like an average day here in 'Murica honestly. "Why should I care about you?" I mean look everything I've ever seen of the Tories tells me that's just what they're like anyway. What is a Vlinx and why is it here and why do we trust it? I don't trust it. Ah. Bad idea to deactivate it for even more than a couple words honestly. So is everyone just prejudiced now? Like the racist toymaker?

TRINITY WELLS!!!!! NO WAY. NO. WAY. THEY GOT MY GIRL TRINITY BACK ON MY TV!?!?!?! THAT'S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE. I LOVE HER. Ohhhh Trinity deserves the big font for that.

I've found the one bit of RTD era nostalgia that instantly gets to me. Have Trinity Wells show up. I guess this is how everyone else has felt the last few episodes. Not even Wilf got that reaction out of me. I literally just SCREAMED "Trinity Wells!" Out loud. I can't even be mad she's spewing stupidity and is "anti-Zeedex" I am just happy to see her. That's my girl.

If nothing else comes from this episode, if I don't care about anything else, I got to see Trinity Wells again. Ok that really made me so happy just now. The Trinity Wells Show. Really showing us it's her. Ahhh I love her. Seriously I'm reacting the way I probably would have reacted if they ever acknowledged Frobisher during Twelve's era. Only Martha showing up could get a bigger reaction out of me right now. Truly that was a cameo aimed at me and only me it feels like. So like the Master's network? "It's not like the old Archangel Network." Ok never mind. Oh so Rose only came out as trans 6 months ago. I WAS GONNA SAY THAT THE CHILDREN'S VOICES WE HEARD BEFORE THE TIME-SKIP WAS MY VOCAL WARMUPS. God I need to write things down when I think of them. NOOO. I THINK I KNEW ABOUT THE FIRST TV VIDEO BEING A PUPPET OR SOMETHING. THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR. I don't mean to be That Person but the whole human race isn't connected by Internet yet. We still got uncontacted/limited contact tribes and groups all over the place. Hundreds if not thousands of people who have never seen a screen. Oh yeah! They're President of the World!

(I took way too long searching to find that specific gif. But I love that gif so much.)

"120 plus five weeks holiday." "Done." YAS GET THAT MONEY DONNA. Also find Martha to see if she's still freelance or not. "So you talk about no one. Ever." I don't mean to quote Jack Harkness, but not if they're blonde... Doctor. You are. Avoiding. Still so much Thirteen in you. NOPE. LOL at them having to use basically refurbished still images from the lost episodes. BBC, this is only the fault of your own that they're missing. I hope you two have learned from last episode to STAY TOGETHER. Rules of play. Lawless. Hmm. So the Toymaker made everyone act like kids where the world revolves around them and only them? WHAT DID I SAY. STAY. TOGETHER. Oh no he's way too light. That was way too heavy for the Doctor to lift. Who's your mummy? Not an Empty Child reference just me being convinced his mummy is going to be someone. Oh nooooo not the "mama" and the teeth. OH RECAP TIME. Is this because they know a bunch of people skipped Twelve and Thirteen and even Eleven? Oh well. At least some acknowledgement. Still wish it was in the first of the specials but ok. "Oh, well, that's all right then." Ok look Toymaker has got a point for those three "surviving" but dying. Why only reference the Flux and nothing else Thirteen went through? Part of me is upset at no mention of the Fam and Dan, not even at least Yaz since Fourteen would have seen her only days earlier, but Thirteen had a clean track record of companions surviving so it's ok. Ok NPH's using his Barney magic trick skills ok. I see you. What do you mean a jigsaw of the Doctor's history? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT. PLEASE BE A REFERENCE TO THE ORIGINAL OLD WHO EPISODE. DON'T BE A HINT THAT RTD2 IS GOING TO TRY TO RETCON THE TIMELESS CHILD. JUST LET IT BE. I'm sorry the Master is in your WHAT. "The one who waits." Amy? Rory? They both waited. "That's someone else's game." huh. Sorry, all I see is Barney Stinson even in the mannerisms. I was wondering why if they went back in time that things would still be bad in the future. Since if they fixed it in 1925 it wouldn't happen. The Toymaker wouldn't be there. But no wibbly wobbly timey wimey just a different order. They should take the little toy box. Oh good took it. Don't you dare kill of Mel right here while she's watching the box. Don't you dare. I haven't even seen any of her episodes but I swear if you kill her.... WHAT. IS. THE. VLINX. THOUGH. Hey Doctor, at least tell Kate what you're up against. I was about to say that NPH was pretty perfect casting for a role like this, then the Toymaker threw Kate into a wall and too I'm mad now. DON'T HURT MEL TOO. Oh no. Kateeee I love you I do but listen to him ok? NOW you tell her about the Toymaker. Maybe some warning next time? Eh. He can shoot it. I didn't like this new UNIT building anyway. This is very Christmas Invasion. [thud] [glass shattering] OK that was dark. Wait celestials were a thing in Do You Hear Me? right? "And yet, I have fallen in love with humanity." Really hitting the nail on the "just like the Doctor" head here. OH. WOW. OOOOOOOOOOH. Next Doctor. Oooooooooooh. "It doesn't matter who. Because every single one of you is fantastic" RTD2 that better be a purposeful Nine reference though I know it's not. Don't you dare say "I don't want to go." for the third time. "Allons-y." Ok I'll accept that.

NO. NOT AGAIN. WE ARE NOT DOING ANOTHER TEN REGENERATION FAKE OUT. NO.

"What?" No. Nope. The spoiler came true and I am not happy about it. Time to add that asterisk. No. Is he not even wearing pants? Oh but I love Gatwa as the Doctor already so much. He's here. Oh Fifteen (fine I will say the number. I think this is the first time) gets to keep the tie. I meant to say I liked the grey knit tie earlier like 2 episodes ago. And the shoes. Oh and Ten's in an undershirt, I thought the shirt multiplied somehow just to not leave Fifteen totally naked. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" I am so happy to see you. Why must your first scene involve you not wearing pants though? The disrespect. "I think you're beautiful." "Do you come in a range of colors?" "Yes." I... do not know how I feel about that line. I really don't like that Fifteen has to LITERALLY share his start with Fourteen. I was saying it when Gatwa was first announced as Fourteen and then not Fourteen because then Tennant got announced. And now it's literally happening. They're sharing the lines, the scene, 1 of 3 specials. Really more like half a special if we're being generous. I really wish we had just not done this Tenthree thing at all. See even Fourteen got to say "I'm the Doctor" first while Fifteen said "And I'm the Doctor." like. Come on. At least let Fifteen have that first line. HEY. THE CAPTIONS SAY [TENTH DOCTOR] NOT FOURTEENTH. SO WHICH IS IT. WHAT IS THE TRUTH. DOES THIS NOT COUNT?

Ok seriously. Give the man some pants. Like come on.

Eeek did he have too many teeth? He looked like he had too many teeth. Flat, 2D, like Flatline? "My legions are coming." Ok and that means... Oooh I did not like that the laugh's arpeggio didn't resolve. "And bind it in salt." SO. IS THIS SALT THING. REALLY A THING NOW? REALLY? Or is it just because the Doctor mentioned the whole salt thing being the leak that let the Toymaker in? And what about mavity? There's 15 minutes. The ball fell but did it hit the ground yet? Gravity? Maybe the game didn't end? The Doctor kissed themself. Not in the way the Master did but still.

Give him some pants please.

NO. NO. NOT ANOTHER LADY WITH RED NAILS PICKING UP SOMETHING THAT HAS THE MASTER INSIDE IT. NO. SERIOUSLY RTD WHY ARE WE DOING THINGS OVER? Unless it's Dhawan!Master. Then I will accept that. I will gladly have Dhawan!Master back. BUT OTHERWISE NO. I REFUSE. Why is Fourteen explaining this to Fifteen, he should remember it since he's him. Like come on. "This is great. I think. Is it?" That was a Thirteenism right there. "One thing you need in this place is a chair." see that's the Doctor channeling Bill judging Twelve not having chairs close enough to the console. "Adric." "Adric." ADRICCCCCC. Seriously that hurts me and like I said I haven't even watched that part of Old Who. God. Stop bringing up Rose come on. OH WAIT. WAIT.

WAIT.

"I loved her. And Rose." OH MY GOD. I hate Tenrose but even I'M freaking out that the Doctor just admitted to loving Rose out loud. OH MY GOD. I mean still fanservice pandering. But FINE. Fine. Tenrose shippers take this one I'm giving it to you. I got so distracted by my annoyance at the still constant bringing up of Rose I almost missed the weight of what that meant. Still mad about the Rose-colored-glasses of the RTD era but good for you guys getting this.

Mavic Chen? Remind me to look that up it sounds really familiar. Ah, wish I didn't look it up, gotta love that 60s racism. Rehab in reverse. So you're saying we're gonna check back in on Fourteen in the future and he'll properly regenerate and/or kind of pop into existence in the moment that Fifteen bi-generated? Maybe? Hopefully? God if I had a nickel for every time RTD had a second Doctor separate from the main Doctor and had Tennant's face stay on Earth with a companion, I'd have two nickels. Don't you dare split the TARDIS too. That's too much. I assume this hammer is an Old Who reference. If so, very cute. They split the TARDIS. And Fifteen gets the second TARDIS. I can't really describe my mood besides -_- "I am so sorry." Yeah you better apologize to her. Ok that's cute the ramp. Why the jukebox though. Traditional Earth ballad? If Billie Piper shows up I'm literally stomping across the pond to RTD's house and killing him because that'll officially be Too Much. I can't even be completely happy at Gatwa's first proper TARDIS flight. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye were you?" Of course he was. Ask Sarah Jane. ASK SUSAN. "As if I would ever do that." At least you're self aware. Have these two been the first Doctors to hug? So Fifteen tells people he loves them. Willingly. Openly. Frequently. And a lot. I like that. (Yes Fourteen said he loved Wilf and River but shhh that was over the course of days. Fifteen has said I love you twice in like 3 minutes and was very affectionate to Mel)

Can we PLEASE put this man in some pants though!?

The little 2-finger salute from Fourteen is cute though. "The eyebrow story." TWELVE? Nope an alien species. "Oh, you're family, darling. Sit down." AWWWW. AWWWWWW MEL GETS A FAMILY. Ok. Ok that's really sweet. That's what I care about. Not even Tenthree/Fourteen getting a family. Mel gets one. Empty chair. It's for Wilf yes but let me pretend Martha's just running late to dinner ok? Ok. "I've never been so happy in my life." That's good. Fifteen really split off from Fourteen and was like "Ok you carry all the trauma and deal with it. I'm gonna keep running away."

I knew the Vlinx was voiced by Nicholas Briggs. What IS the Vlinx though? Because I really was waiting for it to be like a plant by the Toymaker.

God I can't believe we're really gonna do the same thing all over again with the Master. Like I said, if it's Dhawan!Master then I'm overjoyed. If it's another, I'm not as happy. I'm hoping that because it was the same way Simm!Master had came back as himself, it means Dhawan!Master will too. We'll see. And who grabbed the tooth this time? At least last time the ring was in a forest. I could believe someone was nearby to take it. But they're on a HELICOPTER LANDING PAD. In the secure UNIT building. Seriously who picked up the tooth?

GIVE. MY MAN. SOME PANTS. I feel so insulted that Gatwa spent all of his moments in his first episode IN HIS UNDERWEAR.

The absolute highlight of the episode was seeing Trinity Wells. Literally the most excited I've been about any of these fanservice moments. That feels like it was fanservice just aimed directly at me. As if RTD2 was like "Hope's not gonna enjoy this. What can we do? No no I'm not bringing back Martha. Oh! Trinity Wells!"

*Asterisk time! I can only hope that Fourteen is just another Tentoo and will live and die a normal human life but that's not what seems to be the case. I don't like that there's just another Doctor floating around. I had been spoiled for it. I hoped I had misunderstood the post since I hadn't properly finished reading it once I realized it was a spoiler. But I interpreted it correctly. If it ends up being that Fourteen does eventually regenerate and kind of hops back into the moment the body splits into Fourteen and Fifteen, then fine. But like. Otherwise, if there's now just a separate branch of Doctors and regenerations and then Fifteen technically has to share the title of Fifteen with whoever regenerates from this Fourteen then I will be so mad. Is this Fourteen really Fourteentoo? Or Tenfour. CAN WE JUST STOP REGENERATING INTO DAVID TENNANT AT THIS POINT. Just have him come back as Ten, he doesn't need to be three maybe FOUR different Doctors!

Oh my god. If RTD2 pulls a "Fugitive!Doctor is actually a Doctor AFTER Fourteen and regenerated and forgot everything and then met Thirteen" instead of being a pre-First Doctor then I'll actually riot. If that's the meaning of the jigsaw of their history, I'm really gonna actually riot.

Of the 3 specials. The Meep was eh. It was fine. Pure nostalgia and a nightmare fuel alien monster of the week. However, I REALLY enjoyed Wild Blue Yonder. That was right up my alley combining aspects of a lot of my favorite past episodes. And the Giggle was fine. Better than the Meep, definitely. I love Fifteen. I'm mad about the bi-generation thing. I would have preferred if after the Toymaster was gone for a bit that Fourteen got sucked back into Fifteen or something as a way of the Universe correcting itself. I'm mad that for most of Fifteen's scenes, it felt more like he was Fourteen's companion. Not the next Doctor. ALSO WHY COULDN'T WE GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS PLEASE. AT LEAST IN THE LATER SCENES.

Also is it still mavity? Did Donna really just ruin all of human history with that one joke?

Oh I just started proofreading and I realize my prediction of Black Friday was wrong. I really thought the Toymaker was gonna make everyone go crazy over a puppet toy.

GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS.

[fearsome-series]

BOOK ONE

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine

Laura stared out at a blur of woods and swamp, her face pressed against the van window. Anticipation made every minute feel like a week. Whittled herself down to a skeleton and then skeleton dust. The excitement of werewolf swamps, she thought happily…or nervously.

“So like…how does this work?”

“Usually? It doesn’t,” said Emily. She and Alice were in the van with her, driven by Jessie. Steph and another girl were in the back, but they weren’t paying attention to the three of them. The others were in a car driven by Lisa.

“I mean transforming. It was pretty, uh…”

“Painful?” asked Alice.

“You get used to it,” Emily said, in a tone that said you didn’t.

“Right…so I lost my favorite hoodie last night. This gray one…”

“Don’t you only wear gray hoodies?” asked Steph, leaning forward from the back.

“Green sometimes,” Laura said defensively, “but, uh, what I mean is, will we have to see each other, y’know…”

“No, we transform on our own and meet up when we’re done,” Alice said gently.

“When we’re all wolfy,” Steph said.

“Put your clothes wherever you are when you transform. Then just go back later,” Emily advised.

“Oh, okay. So what do we do? Last night I really wanted to eat deer.”

“Yeah, you need to get energy to transform back or -”

“You’ll die!?”

“What?” Emily looked confused.

“No,” Alice shook her head, “you’ll be sleepy the next day.”

“So it’s safe?”

“Yeah. It is…” Alice seemed like she was going to say something else, but let the words die in her throat. “It is. As safe as it can be.”

“Oh, okay. But like, why run around like a wolf all night? What do we get from it?”

“If you get a chance to be wild, why not be wild?” Emily said. “And we’re stronger like this, faster…it’s fun to be fast sometimes.”

“Sometimes you just want to get away from home,” Alice said quietly.

“And,” Steph interjected, “you can hang out with your friends without having to actually talk.”

Laura looked at the other girl. She had short brown hair and a denim jacket, and was sketching in a little pad of paper.

“Hi, I’m Laura. You’re…”

She kept sketching. “Busy.”

“Megan,” Emily whispered. “And that’s about normal for her.”

“Uh…” Laura leaned over. “What are you sketching?”

“You without skin.” Scribble scribble.

“Uh…have fun.”

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Ribbiting frogs footsteps on grass noisy insects. A lot of senses…but not as much as in the city. More…manageable. Guess we’re there, Laura thought.

The van stopped. Laura stepped outside into a cracked parking lot, where the other two cars waited. They were in front of a mechanic’s shop, closed right now. No other signs of civilization - no people, except some lights way up the hill. Across a lonely country road Laura saw an expansive swamp, the setting sun shining through tall, swaying grass.

“I think I’ve been here before. Field trip in like, fifth grade,” Laura said to herself.

“Yeah, me too. We come here pretty often,” Claire said, as she - and everyone else - formed a circle.

“What’s this place called? I can’t remember.” Claire shrugged.

Everyone slowly gathered together while they waited for Jessie, Laura sticking by Emily and Alice. Eventually, Jessie emerged from her car.  “See we’re all here. The rest of y’all, find a room in there. I’ll be out here.”

Laura walked into the garage, trailing the pack. She stood there, cluelessly watching as everyone ran off to their hiding places. They knew where to go so well.

“Uh, you should find somewhere?” Summer said. “Like…I think one of the bathrooms is open?”

“Huh, yeah. Thanks.”

She found her way to a small, one-person bathroom. Looked around. No one. Sniffed. No one - also a bad idea to sniff in an auto shop bathroom. She took in the scent of the dust, the unwashed stains, saw the graffiti covering every open patch of surface with clearer eyes. Sniffed again. A rat, off in some corner. Okay.

She sat down, impatiently tapping the floor. Tap tap tap. Maybe nothing will happen. Everyone’ll come out and laugh at her and say it was all a dumb prank. She’ll wake up in the rental home and realize it was all a dream and they’re going home and she’ll tell Manuel about-

“ARGH!” She wailed in pain. Not a dream not a dream. KRIIIIIIIIK. Her fingers lengthened. Claws grew underneath. She fell back, her legs audibly snapping as they broke and reshaped themselves. This time she could see it. She pulled her away. Her skin itched with sprouting hair. She looked into the mirror above the sink, watching as her body shifted, as her own face grew longer ears, as a snout grew and teeth sharpened.

At least she knew what to expect. Still hurt like hell.

Laura stumbled to her feet. Paws. Gotta get used to that. She was overcome by some primal urge. Lunged. Grabbed something. Didn’t even know what. Heard light chittering. Tasted tangled, dank fur…tasted…rat. Spat out the dirty rodent she’d involuntarily gobbled up. Watched it scurry off into the darkness. Coughed. Dumb dog brain.

She reached out to open the door. God, she locked it. Stupid human me. She fumbled with the lock with her thick, clawed fingers. She scratched up the door a bit by mistake. Click. Unlocked. Hope the owner doesn’t mind claw marks.

Laura pushed open the door with her snout and awkwardly galloped into the garage. No one there. She heard howling drifting over from the swamp. She charged across the carless street to meet them.

Among tall grass stood the pack. Though their faces were all wolf-like, she could still tell who everyone was, if she actually knew most of their names. Wolf Alice still had lanky limbs. Wolf Emily was still chubby, Wolf Steph had a streak of green fur. Laura guessed that meant she was still short. Ah well.

Everyone had gray fur, in different shades of light or dark, except Jessie, who looked like a red wolf. And Jessie looked huge. Her paws, and claws, were huge. Jessie hadn’t seemed muscular as a human, but now? Laura felt at ease seeing how strong she was.

Jessie let out a yelp and everyone scattered. Laura watched for a couple seconds, then trotted after Emily and Alice.

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Laura followed behind the two, feeling the grass brushing against fur, dirt underneath paws, wind over ears. She shuddered. Rabbit, deer, scents she couldn’t identify carried on the wind through the quiet night.

“Grrrrr-ar!” Emily growled. She and Alice charged off. Laura chased closely - though slowly, still worried about tripping over her paws.

She liked running, now that no one was trying to kill her. She felt so much faster, so much stronger. Just like Emily said. Lycanthropy didn’t make her taller, but maybe it shifted shit around. Gave her a muscle or two. She could sense their prey - a deer.

The deer was probably a mile away. Felt like it was right here.

Now she ran. She knew she wasn’t about to trip. She carried on after her prey with recklessness, with boldness, let herself feel the gusts of wind against her fur, let herself -

Enjoy it. She was enjoying it.

They came to a little ridge, looking out over grass and some clearings beyond. Laura could make out the deer, hiding among tall grass. So. Hungry. She opened her jaw and crept forward -

“Grrrrrr,” Emily growled lowly, poking her snout into Laura’s side.

“Whuh,” Laura whelped, flattening her ears and backing off.

Emily pointed her snout off to the right. Alice nodded and sneaked that way. An ambush.

“Grrrrrrr!” Emily let out a sudden growl. Laura jumped. She heard steps. Smelled something - another werewolf. Not one of them. Emily lowered herself to the ground. An instinct filled Laura’s mind: hide. She joined Emily on the ground. She could just barely see over the ridge and through the grass.

Walking out from the distant grass was a werewolf. A male. A big one, creeping up on the blind deer. He pounced, grabbing onto the helpless animal. As it kicked, he placed his paws on either side of the deer’s head and pressed down. CRUNCH. Laura’s stomach lurched.

The werewolf cut in. Laura wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t. He raised his paws, dripping with blood. He ran them over his face, smearing blood through his fur. Then he stalked off to the right, leaving the deer’s body behind. Not even eating it.

To the right…Alice! Laura leapt off the ridge, Emily growling after her. Where was Alice? She barreled blindly through the grass. She heard a yelp and stopped in her tracks. Alice?

A growl. Laura followed it. Saw swaying grass. A dark tail. Not Alice. Not any of the pack. Emily ran ahead. Laura followed.

Alice snapped, roared at two werewolves circling her, swiping at her, claws flying wildly, cutting air. Threatening her. One leapt, caught Alice’s back, tried to sink in his claws, nicked her, slid to the ground with claws trailing blood.

Emily roared. Jumped in. Swiped her paw at the bloody-clawed werewolf’s face. He moaned as if she’d hurt him, but his face wasn’t even bloody when he fled. The other one growled. Grounded his paws, his claws. Held firm.

Laura rushed in, almost stumbling over her own paws. She jumped. Hit him headfirst. Scrambled for a hold, bared her teeth, raked them across his fur. It was enough. Emily and Alice growled, rose up on two legs. Before Laura even got on her paws, the werewolf had fled - and Emily and Alice chased after him.

Laura sniffed out the route. Went down. She poked her head through the thick patch. Found a pond. She looked into it, seeing her lupine face, seeing spare drops of blood - not mine, she realized. She looked at her teeth. Red. I did that. She looked back into the water.

And was met by a face streaked with blood.

Laura backed away. No, wrong. Turned. The male werewolf advanced, growling. Almost looked like he was smiling. She spun and ran, but he pounced. She hit the ground hard. She saw glittering claws and heard growls all around, and…

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Laura stirred. She saw her table, her ceiling. Home! She felt her face. Human! Everything was okay. A bit cold, but okay. She heard wind and looked over - her window was open. Did she sneak in…?

Knock knock. “Laura? Laura, are you up?”

“Yeah, dad.”

“How are you -” Chris walked in, stopped, and stared at her.

“Good…morning?”

“Laura!”

Laura looked down at her fingers. Red. Laura picked up her phone, slickened with red streaks, and looked at her reflection. Her face was covered with blood. Oh, f-

FEARSOME RETURNS ON MAY 10TH, 2023 WITH

#2: HOWL

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Maniac [06]

ー The scene starts in Kino’s room at the Ghouls’ manor

Kino: Take a seat wherever you’d like. Or would you rather talk while standing?

Yuma: ...

Kino: Aah, are you worried about Yui? Then you should have let her come with you.

Yuma: I nearly did, but I felt like we might talk ‘bout some stuff I’d rather not have her hear. 

Kino: Fufu. You care about her a lot. Well, I guess it’s better not to have any outsiders during a heart-to-heart between two men.

Yuma: I’m not gonna waste my time with useless chatter. So ya better start talkin’. 

Tell me why you’re tryin’ to take Karlheinz-sama’s powers from Shuu.

Kino: I figured that’d be what you’d ask. I thought I told you I don’t want to deal with bothersome questions right now?

Yuma: Don’t beat ‘round the damn bush. Answer me!

Kino: Yeah, yeah, I will. But let me ask you this first. 

Say you had been the one to inherit those powers, what would you do with them?

Yuma: Aah? What do ya mean?

Kino: Oh come on, just tell me as inspiration. You could achieve anything with those powers, you know? I’m sure there’s something you’d want to do with them, right?

Yuma: ...

...I guess I’d start by doin’ somethin’ ‘bout the situation at hand.

Kino: Hm, hm. I see. I might be as well.

Yuma: Stop talkin’ in riddles! Give me a proper answer!

Kino: I am dead serious though?

Yuma: How so!? You haven’t answered my question at all!

Kino: Then should I put it nice and simple for you?

I believe that most people who seek power have something about this world they wish to change. ...That’s my answer. 

*TIMESKIP*

ー Yuma goes back to the living room

*Thud*

Yuma: Che...He kept talkin’ random bullshit. I really can’t stand that guy.

Lucks: Yuma. You’re done talking?

Yuma: Yeah. In the end, I couldn’t figure anythin’ out tho. Where’s Yui?

Lucks: She’s outside. She said she wanted to see more of Rotigenberg.

Yuma: Haah!? By herself!? That idiot...!

Lucks: Don’t worry. This area is under Kino’s direct influence. She won’t put herself in danger.

Yuma: But Kino is hella dangerous himself!

Lucks: Don’t say that. I owe my life to him, you know?

Yuma: ...The fuck did that guy do to ya?

Lucks: I met Kino right after I had become a Ghoul and was still unsure of what exactly I had become.

As you know as well, I was always surrounded by my comrades back when I lived in that city. I was able to survive thanks to them. 

But when I awoke as a Ghoul, I was all by myself. ...That was a first for me.

Yuma: ...

Lucks: There was someone who guided me while I was wandering around aimlessly after having lost all of my friends. And that person, was Kino. 

And it was also Kino...who reminded me of my past dream.

Kino is trying to change the injustice in this world. Just like how we would in the past. 

Yuma: ...He’s...?

Lucks: That’s what our organisation is for. Which is why all of its members are Ghouls who have experienced discrimination first-hand.

I’m sure that Kino will be able to achieve what I failed to in the past. I have faith in him.

Yuma: ...Boss.

Lucks: I’m begging you, Bear. Help Kino...help us out!

With both you and Kino at our side, we can achieve anything! I am sure that us Ghouls will be able to attain freedom!

We just want to be free, that’s all. ...Please.

Yuma: ...

...Lemme think it over for a bit.

ー He steps outside as the scene shifts to the open fields at Rotigenberg

Yui: ( ...There really are only Ghouls living around these parts. )

( I can’t believe they’re being confined to one living area when the Demon World is so vast... )

Selection

→ How horrible

Yui: ( How horrible. I’m sure everyone has plenty of places they’d want to go. )

→ I want to do something about it (❦)

Yui: ( I want to do something about it. But...I suppose I’ll have to wait for Yuma-kun’s decision first. )

Ghoul Woman D: Um...Excuse me? 

Ghoul Man D: Are you a human...perhaps?

Yui: Y-Yes...I am, actually...

Ghoul Woman D: Ah, don’t worry! Please don’t be frightened! We just want to ask you something, that’s all. 

Yui: Ask me...?

Ghoul Man D: We were actually human once as well.

Yui: Eh...!? 

Ghoul Woman D: That’s why there’s something we really want to ask you, as a human...Do you perhaps know any boys with blonde hair and blue eyes? 

Ghoul Man D: He’s our son. I know there’s no way you’d know him, but we just couldn’t pass up on asking. 

Ghoul Woman D: He’s very energetic, with an adorable smile...A kind boy as well.

Yui: ...I’m sorry. With that little information, I...

Ghoul Woman D: Right...

Male Ghoul D: If only we could look for him ourselves. However, we cannot leave this area...

Yui: Eh? ...Is that so?

( Kino-kun can come and go as he wishes though...I wonder why they can’t as well? )

Ghoul Woman D: Sorry for the sudden question.

Yui: Oh no...I hope you’ll reunite with your son.

Male Ghoul D: Thank you. ...Shall we go?

ー The couple of Ghouls leaves

Yui: ( ...I guess there’s quite a few Ghouls who are former humans like Lucks-san. )

( Also, if they’re in the same boat as him, then they never asked to become Ghouls... )

( The process can no longer be reverted though. )

( If only they had a place where they could live in freedom. )

Monologue

I am no longer a child. 

Which is why I know,

that not everything is ideal (理想) or perfect. 

Yet, I cannot help but wish. 

For this world to become a place,

where everyone can be equal (平等) and happy.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[charliexclayton]

Charlie let them both out onto the porch and then sat down. Her eyes tracked Ophelia as she dealt with infant that she often carried with her. It wasn't that Charlie disliked children necessarily, but they really freaked her out. She reasoned it was because she hadn't been around young kids really ever, outside of the couple of years she had stayed with her aunt and her tiny permanently snivelling little brat that shoved crayons up Charlie's nose when she slept. She was quite happy to not have any baby or child to watch over. Well there was Roux. But Roux was like the rabid dog you got at the shelter because it would otherwise be put down, and that was much easier to care about than children. Still there was a brief moment of envy at the child. "That sounds nice," she said, "I think a pin dropping would wake me up at this point. Though I supposed that's better than the screaming we ocasionnally get in this town when people wonder in in the middle of the night."

Charlie took a bun and ripped into it. The steam rose in the morning air and she took a bite while it was still warm. Out of habit from hunting and sharing, she took another bun and placed one aside for her rabid dog to feed on later. She then pushed the basket gently towards Ophelia and nodded her head. "It is quiet," she said through a mouthful. She swallowed and then continued, "it's the highest point in town, you know I guess because maybe when this radio station worked people could actually communicate outside of this town. But now it just means I can see a lot of the town." I can see them coming first.

"I've been busy enough, yeah. Hunting a lot more, more mouths to feed. Which is good," she said with a chuckle, "population growth is a sign of progress in America. Or wherever the fuck we are." Her head whipped towards the baby to apologise, "oops sorry." She turned back to face Ophelia and popped another piece of bread into her mouth. "How about you? What's new with you?"

Ophelia’s lips curved into a faint smile as she glanced under the table at Roux’s twisted form. The snoring was impossible to ignore, but it added a strange sort of charm to the otherwise quiet moment. “Roux has a talent for making her presence known, doesn’t she?” Ophelia said softly, her strange accent lending the words a clipped yet warm tone. “Though I think you’re underselling how much noise she can make. That’s a talent too, I suppose.”

Her gaze shifted back to Charlie, and there was something relaxed in her posture now, a slight tilt to her head that softened the intensity she sometimes carried. “The porch sounds perfect,” she said, gesturing for Charlie to lead the way. “Better to enjoy this in peace, or at least as much peace as this town, and Roux, allows.”

As she followed, Ophelia adjusted the blanket she’d draped over Eresh, who was stirring lightly on her back before she settled again. Ophelia leaned the swaddling board carefully against the porch wall beside her, crouching briefly to ensure it was stable before standing again. Eresh sighed but didn’t wake, her tiny fist clutching at the edge of the blanket that kept her snug. “She’ll stay like that for a while,” Ophelia said softly, brushing a stray dark curl from Eresh’s forehead. “It’s her favorite place to nap. I think she likes the sound of people talking nearby.” “She’ll sleep through anything,” Ophelia added. “Snoring, storms, you name it. Lucky, isn’t she?” There was a faint wistfulness to her words, but it passed as quickly as it appeared.

Once they settled on the porch, Ophelia folded her hands in her lap and glanced at the basket. “You know, I wouldn’t say no to breakfast, especially if it smells as good as those buns do. But only if you promise not to let Roux guilt me into giving her a share later. She’s too good at that.” Her smile grew a touch wider, a glimmer of dry humor in her eyes.

Ophelia tore a piece of one of the buns, savoring the first bite before she spoke again. “It’s nice out here,” she said, glancing toward the edge of the porch where the land stretched wide and calm. “Quiet enough to think, but not so quiet it feels… hollow. Feels like the kind of place where you could lose track of time if you wanted to.” She let the words hang for a moment before her gaze flicked back to Charlie, her expression curious but unintrusive.

“You’ve been keeping busy?” she asked, her voice light but with a thread of genuine interest. “Besides keeping Roux in line, of course.” There was a soft humor in her tone, but her eyes held steady on Charlie, a quiet invitation for her to share as much—or as little—as she wanted.