#and the anime didn't even give him a school uniform!! Or at least a DIFFERENT OUTFIT like Kazuichi got

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First Years Finding Out Your A Girl?!?! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

TW: Mild swearing, STRICTLY Female Reader, Discussion of Jack having a good sniffer (lol)

Info: Headcannons; Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel x Reader (platonic); Mostly for fun

🍓Hi. I'm back... sorta. I didn't have much time to write over the summer, and I honestly don't know how much I can write during school cause my schedule is... yikes. But I picked up something I wrote a while ago, edited it, and decided to post it. I'll be answering whatever's in my ask box right now, and then maybe work on some other stuff.

Ortho & Sebek

Second Years

Third Years

Dorm Leaders

-Okay so, I know we’re all wondering, how the hell do you get away with hiding your gender for so damn long?

-Firstly, those ceremonial robes do great at hiding the figure. The only tell would maybe be your hair, but feminine men aren’t unwelcome at Nightraven College, so you mostly get a few questioning stares and that’s it.

-Secondly, Crowley wants to save his own fucking ass. He already has to hide from the press that he has a MAGICLESS student from ANOTHER DIMENSION here, he doesn’t need the fact that you are a woman ALSO on his plate. So, obviously, he helps you hide your gender from others.

-Grim knows, of course, and he keeps his mouth shut for a few yummy cans of tuna (and threats of being expelled from Crowley <3)

-Even when you were just a janitor, he couldn’t have the rumor that he put a “helpless” young woman to work. (Like it wouldn’t be expected.)

-So how do you two do it?

-Baggy ass uniform. Crowley gave you at least three sizes too big.

-Your figure is completely hidden. Sure, you look completely homeless, but at least you’re hidden.

-For your voice, you simply deepen it. After some point, you blackmail Crowley into giving you a potion to help with it, since it's so taxing on your voice. (Or maybe your voice is naturally deep!)

-Sam provides you (for an unfairly pretty penny (not too different from your original world…)) any feminine hygiene products you might need.

-Honestly, you’re set for being cared for, but it’s the adjustment period that’s the hardest part. 

-Truly, it’s very jarring to suddenly be thrown into both a magical world and be isolated in a man's world with nowhere to hide.

-At least in your world you had other women who could understand your struggles. Here though? You’re completely alone.

-You notice how… messy some of these guys could be. How some of them smell… really rancid. -How rough they were with you and each other.

-Honestly, it’s kinda eye-opening. The way men show affection to each other is oddly refreshing to watch and experience!

-Ace and Deuce specifically are a good… trial run.

-That’s not what we’re here to talk about though…

-For the most part, it's incredibly easy to hide yourself for the first while on campus. Everyone on campus is so self-absorbed that they don’t bother questioning you.

-Your only real risk factor is Savannaclaw, but it's easy to avoid those guys (minus Jack, of course, but we’ll get to him).

-However, you can only hide your gender for so long… It’s mentally draining to keep up this facade all the time around people you care about.

-So… how do they find out?

FIRST-YEAR SQUAD

Ace

-He’s one of the first ones who find it out, and it’s in the very cliche anime way.

-After some point of knowing you, Ace is so comfortable that he just invites himself into ramshackle. 

-It’s never been an issue or anything. You’re thick as thieves now, you’ve survived death together a handful of times. If you ask Ace, that’s about as close as you can get with someone.

-Normally, you and Grim are just sitting around in the living area, but this time you aren’t. However, he does hear voices coming from your room. His curiosity is peaked.

-So, slippery guy that he is, he sneaks up to your room and his curiosity only grows when he hears a woman’s voice. Prefect getting lucky? And he didn’t tell him? Ace thought you guys were friends.

-He creeps up to your room, slides open your door, and!!! Holy shit it’s you. It’s you in a towel. It’s you and you’ve got tits?!?! 

-His first reaction is to… well… scream.

-“You’re a girl?!?”

“Why are you in my room???”

“You’ve got- boobs!”

 “Get out Ace!”

-Bro sits very politely and very quietly on your couch after that. Deep behind his blank stare, he is seething. You were a girl this whole time, and you didn’t tell him! He thought you guys were friends!

-He definitely fights you about it once you’re down and dressed. He’s just salty, he’ll get over it. 

-Swears up and down he won’t tell anyone.

-Immediately tells Deuce.

-That's it though! Deuce is part of the main quartet, he deserves to know! (You scold him for this too, but you figured it would happen one way or another).

-From him finding out, he doesn’t really treat you differently. You’re still a person, why should he act differently cause you’ve got different body parts than him.

-Though, and he won’t admit this, he’s a bit more… watchful of the others around you. Yeah, you can hold your own and he respects you… but guys like Azul exist, and he’s seen firsthand the torture Azul is capable of. 

Deuce

-As stated before, Ace outs you to Deuce almost immediately after finding out.

-Deuce, in all his awkward glory, completely shuts down. Disconnects from this plane of existence. He cannot believe the news he was just told.

-You, one of his best friends in all of twisted wonderland. You, the person who survived multiple overblots alongside him. You, who have seen him at his most vulnerable… are a girl.

-It isn’t even the fact that you’re a girl, it’s the fact that you kept this a secret from him for so long. You guys are… bros… how could you possibly hide something so important from him. Did you not trust him?

-Yeah… he overthinks things quite a bit.

-He also ambushes you the very next day with a million questions (very loudly (very in public)), to which you calm him down and reassure him that “No, Deuce, I don’t suddenly hate you. I wasn’t hiding it from you maliciously. I was going to tell you at some point, I just hadn’t had a good time to.”

-Deuce’s behavior definitely… changes… in some ways. 

-Deep down he knows you’re a kick-ass bitch and you don’t need to be cared for, but he can’t help but want to. 

-It’s definitely his mommy issues in play here.

-He just becomes more… protective and aware around you. Not in a creepy obsessive way, just in the same way a guard dog would. 

-Like Ace, he’s more than aware of what the people on this campus are capable of, and you’re completely magicless on top of being more feminine. Some guys at NRC would hop on an opportunity like that like nothing.

-He just doesn’t want to see his friends getting hurt okay :(

-It’s like you gained an overprotective older brother who also sometimes barks!

Jack

-Out of everyone, Jack was the first to find out.

-I don’t wanna be the cliche writer but… he’s got a sniffer on him. 

-He definitely could smell that something was up, but he didn’t want to assume! 

-You could be trans, you could be genderfluid, you could be anything other than a woman! It’s not his place to judge, and smell isn’t always the end all be all. You could just really smell feminine and that's how guys come in your world.

-Mr. Respectful would never want to assume anything… but he’s a little curious he won’t lie.

-Jack REALLY found out shortly after Ace, Deuce and Grim got their asses in trouble with Azul. 

-He’d never been given a reason to spend any more than a few minutes around you at a time. However, since he got pulled into this mess, he’s spent a lot more time with you.

-It happened when he was forced to hide under the desk in his office.

-You were so close and you just… smelled like a girl.

-He is so polite and so upstanding, he would NEVER ask you directly. But the suspense of not knowing really does take a number on him.

-By the end of Azul’s overblotting he is so awkward and nervous around you, that you absolutely have to say something.

-At this point, you figured most of the beastmen had an idea of you being feminine, however, you had no real confirmation of that. 

-Jack is such a “let's not bother other people” kind of guy, that you knew he wouldn’t want to say anything to you if you knew… so you decided to take the plunge.

-At the museum, you pull him aside and you have to ask.

_”Jack?”

“Hm?”

“You know, don’t you?”

“…”

“I figured as much. Don’t tell anyone, m’kay? I want to tell my friends on my terms.”

-It makes Jack respect you more than he already did. Not only did you have the confidence to confront him, but you did it calmly and you were understanding of his position.

-And honestly? Not much changes between the two of you.

-He just respects you a little more. He’s not particularly protective around most other students, he talks to you the same, and he doesn’t act like you’re special. You’re just… a friend. 

-The only thing that he may be different about is other beastmen. He does his best to shield you from them if he feels they might be a threat to your well-being. 

Epel

-Epel, being a more feminine-looking man himself… doesn’t think much of you.

-At this point, you’re well acclimated to things at nightraven college, and are very good at being “one of the boys.”

-His ONLY implication is how… differently Rook and Kalim treat you.

-At this point, Kalim has found out via the previous chapter, and Rook knows because of course he does. (We won’t be getting into that today though)

-They both are more… delicate with you? Rook whips out the charm times ten when you’re around. Kalim, although friendly with everyone, seems to be even MORE friendly when you’re around. Like he wants you to like him.

-Even Deuce and Ace have a few… odd tells.

-They both pointedly ensure Jamil is at least five feet away from you at all times. Glare at Rook when he’s a little too charming.

-Other than that, nothing really gives it away.

-Epel is completely and totally in the dark because you’re really good at hiding that you’re a woman.

-He does, however, eventually find out because… Deuce slips up. He’s there giving his big speech on the beach, hyping Epel up, and somehow he manages, “And the prefect is a woman, but she never lets that get in her way!”

-Epel: Shocked, confused, in awe… says nothing. He lets the information ruminate.

-He lets it ruminate for a very long time.

-So long, in fact, that he doesn’t raise his suspicions until the two of you are on a broom heading off to save Vil’s life.

-The silence was killing him, so he had to ask.

-“Prefect, are you a girl?”

“You didn’t know?”

“I couldn’t be sure, I look like a girl too, so you never know.”

“Yes, Epel, I’m a girl.”

“…Cool.”

-Honestly, he’s kind of jealous of you. You passed better than him, and you had to try harder.

-It doesn’t change how he treats you, honestly. He’s not that kind of country bumpkin, but he won’t lie and say he doesn’t have a little resentment held against you.

-He thinks you’re cool as hell, and you help redefine what femininity can look like to him much better than what Vil does.

-He, however, does actively become more protective of you. 

-Not because he thinks you can’t fend for yourself, but because he kinda wants to show off a little.

[zeriq-5]

[A FNAF Movie Sequel fanfic, essentially]

"welcome back"

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Jeremiah laughed at the sight, Michael Schimidt wearing a purple buttoned vest, a tag with the Freddy's logo on the Right and a shiny golden Security badge on the left, he also wears blue pants on and brown shoes. The New and improved freddy's uniform but Something was lacking, he would fix that right up.

Mike approached him, with the same impatient face as always. “So you were the person that Henry mentioned that i used to know”, Jeremiah's laughter ended and he said “I'm surprised you're not behind bars after what you did to that man's face”, Mike was haunted for that, as that was one of the many things he was by everyday and Jeremiah could see it.

“Well this time it will be different, No one's face will be torn apart this time Hopefully. I heard you worked here before the place got revamped, I assume you are already familiar with the characters” Said Jeremiah leading the ticking clock of a man to the office.

Mike was surprised by the New Office, there was no Door and it had two giant ventilations on both sides. He was flabbergasted to say the least.

“Wait a minute Schmidt, let me just get something for you” He says when he goes to a box and looks for something, “Look, it's going to be strange at first but it's a company thing” he said after pulling what seemed to be a empty foxy mask, But it wasn't that similar to Foxy's head, it looked like it was adapted to a human to wear. “The boss is asking employees to start wearing masks around the animatronics as they are causing some problems in their eyes program thingy” He says while giving him the head.

“facial recognition ?” Mike said as he grabbed the head, Jeremiah responded “yeah that, did the old ones have that ?” impressed with Mike's knowledge. “No, they didn't. I've been just reading some books involving robotics in the library recently”. What Dork, Jeremiah thought.

He stared at the head, He had never realized until that moment that he actually liked Foxy as a character. It was just a shame that he was stabbed and slashed by his inner Child multiple times.

“See this little hook in your belt, When you don't want to use your head, just put it there”, Mike did as he Said. “Speaking of which, take the opportunity to explore the place because I have to pick up my daughter from School”.

Jeremiah put his two hands on Mike's shoulder, took a Deep breath, and Said “Look, I don't know what happened to you after getting fired. But I need to work with me this time. Ok ?” and Mike softly nods his Head.

As Jeremiah left, Mike got to exploring the place a bit. There were many party rooms this time, he opened each door, Some identical and others really unique with paper pals and Presents everywhere, a Children's Wonderland. If you remove the vents with their inconveniently big size.

Mike got reminiscent of the old place, sometimes he wondered If he would enjoy the place as a kid. Vanessa even witnessing actual nightmares come to life still seems to love the place, maybe It isn't that bad after all.

He thought about how Abby would feel, he didn't know. But unfortunately he couldn't think more about It since his thoughts were interrupted by the newer Chica model coming his way. He panicked, grabbed the mask from his belt and put on his head. The nervous wreck was ignored by the Chicken which went to a party room ready to entertain.

Mike was relieved to see that It actually worked, but Something was heard. A familiar voice, he looked to his right and saw Garrett. It wasn't real, It can't be real, He isn't dreaming, he knows it.

What looked like Garrett, giggled and ran away. Enough to get Mike's heart ready for the Chase, the kid went from party room to the other. Mike would follow. It was just a game of catch. Like they would play.

His voice screamed in his head, “Go”. And It got louder and LOUDER, a ruthless chase. Each New door was driving him to madness, He felt like an Animal, he felt like a fox. He opened each door looking for “Garrett” but all he would find was happy Children playing around.

“Garrett”, that's what he's looking for so He couldn't believe his eyes when he opened what seemed like the final door. It was them, Abby's friends, It was the Children.

The kid with the Rabbit ears was sitting against the wall, the girl with the Bib similar to Chica standed with her arms open held by Chains above her and the kid with the hat was laying on the floor.

Terrified, quickly took the Mask off and It was really them. They were left to rot, their positions were the same as He's seen in their Ghostly forms, somehow more life-less than before. Chica's hands were missing with many exposed wires and her face had her jaw broken forming a crooked smile. It made Mike frown in pity.

Bonnie had no left arm, just like Chica's hands with wires exposed as long as the only remaining arm he has. His only hand matched his left foot with the part of his costume missing like exposed Bones from a great injury. But there was a defining trait he just couldn't bear to look at, His face was missing and had Red piercing eyes. He couldn't tell more as the Darkness left for the imagination but that doesn't mean Mike wanted to know.

Freddy seemed to be the luckiest, he had holes in his limbs and was dirtier than ever, But so did the others. The leader of the Band got It best, how ironic.

While he was crouched down analyzing, he picked up Freddy's hat and wiped the dust off with his hat. He didn't know how long they had been here and if anyone had come back to see them, their positions weren't natural, that he was sure of.

He wanted to explore more. they were all there in that all consuming Darkness he was sure, Foxy and even that Yellow Bear Abby mentioned. but he couldn't, he didn't even know If he was allowed to even be there. Before he went away, he looked behind him and said “I’m never gonna leave you kids alone, never again”.

He went away holding the foxy head, close to his chest. To his Heart, he would take them there as well. He would put them back together for Abby, Vanessa and Garrett. But mostly because he won't let the Innocent lose the bare minimum that they have.

As he reflected however, Mister Emily calls Mike from the end of the Hallway, the way he looked at him felt wrong. Mike couldn't pin point It, but he knows It has to do with the room he was just in.

"Get here" Emily's passive agressive like tone called out for the Youngster with It's arms crossed, "that room has the older models, I was going to make a proper letter to the employees but you had to be a party pooper" he stared down at him as he got close.

The moment he got near him, the man's arms rapidly decrossed It's arms and grabbed Mike's elbows with the same paste his Mood flipped, now with a cartoonishly big grin.

"I just didn't expect you to be so passionate about something like that, Why didn't you tell me you were reading books to work on these Mechanical Critters ?! I could have made you my left hand man instead of a security guard again, oh Well" He spoke slowly taking the strength out of his hands, maybe he realized how brute he was being from Mike's nervous and somewhat irritated face.

"I can show you something," he let It go off his arms and walked to a Room nearby "since you seem to want to put all that knowledge to the test", the Man looked behind him and made a welcome gesture you would see a Carnie would make to scam their next customer. "Help me with Something here, Don't be afraid kid just follow me" He said as Mike couldn't really say no, There was something wrong with this guy and if he could deal Afton, he would be able to deal with this guy.

[bear-remn]

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n/a: From now on, the chapters will be longer than this, so ty for waiting for the updates ^^

Synopsis: first day at the academy <3

TW: the hole fanfic is +18, explicit sex, gore content, suicide and addiction mention.

┉┅━━━━━✿ chapter one ✿━━━━━┅┉

That afternoon Mako was scared, not for herself, but she was worried for kirari, since they got in the limo she had been looking at the window without blinking, at least kirari ate with her a quick breakfast before leaving. Unfortunately, she could not be near her because of the boys who, according to mako, apparently had planned to separate them, ayato is on her right and subaru on her left, while kirari had reiji and laito by her sides.

"It's a bother to be with two humans at the same time, don't you think teddy? The heat is terrible" kanato did not stop talking to his stuffed animal. Mako was already confused with that boy but was afraid to approach him. He had a strange look, like a maniac.

She did not understand what he meant by heat, her skirts were long and the uniform did not allow any neckline, Kirari wore a black vest while Mako wore a school jacket.

"Did you do anything before you came? You have a strange and quite strong scent" reiji asked kirari. She smelled herself and then took a small perfume out of one of her pockets to apply to her clothes. The smell came to Mako revealing a citric scent, totally different from what she used.

"How about now?" she went to reiji a little but he didn't move. Instead, he just looked at her with no expression and returned his eyes to his book.

"Even though the scent doesn't come from your clothes, I guess it's effective enough" Mako didn't really understand what aroma he meant. She didn't smell anything particularly strange in kirari. Well, maybe she does, but it isn't something terrible.

Upon arriving at the academy, both noticed how some girls in the distance whispered as they looked in the direction of the group, but did not give it importance. They were very surprised by the huge school. It was majestic and had an air similar to that of the mansion, with a fountain and many trees with benches near the entrances. Through the windows you could see the slightly yellowish lights making the building more elegant.

"Well, listen to you both" the girls looked at Reiji "mako you are in the same class as Ayato, you can go with him to settle in your locker, Kanato is also in the same class" Reiji looked at kirari who had her hands in her pockets because of the cold night breeze "you come with me to my class, let's go quickly to settle in and make your schedule".

"I'll follow you," kirari began to walk after reiji and before entering the academy she looked back at where mako was with ayato and kanato. "See you later" she said, and left after receiving a yes in response.

Kirari was not much impressed as mako by the academy and the place, she knew that this academy must be full of arrogant rich people that maybe look at her badly if they get to know where she comes from, or maybe no one will come to talk to her, in spite of being the beginning of the year, at this point nobody would change the academy in their last years, abandon their friends, she supposed, it was important in the life of an ordinary student. The good thing is that as both of them walked, Reiji told her what the academy had to offer. The varied clubs that surprised her with the tremendous variety they had, an open air cafeteria, a rooftop open to students, green areas to rest in their free time. He gave her a short tour on the way to their class.

"You can sit by my side if you wish." Although Kirari was sure that Reiji was older than her, he treated her with a little much respect to be the same age as her, even though she thought it was also because of the education that the Sakamakis should have received in their growth.

"Thank you." Kirari sat next to him and left his bag on the floor outside the hallway, just in case some idiot stumbled. "You have a very elegant way of talking. Do you do it for respect or just because you like talking like that?"

"If you don't like how I talk to you with proper manners, would you rather prefer me to treat you without manners?"

"I never said I didn't like it"

Kirari's classes passed calmly and without interruption, everyone seemed to be very intelligent and very attentive to the teachers, while kirari kept looking out of the window but still listening to the teacher, taking notes or just listening, Reiji was writing at all times, perhaps taking notes or on something else, with an extra notebook open. He seemed very concentrated during all classes.

In the breaks Kirari tried to look for Mako but she didn't find her. In the third attempt to look for her, she gave up and went to explore a little the place, until she found some bathrooms a little far from the classrooms. She went into the bathroom and from his left shoe she took an old card and a small bag with a pill which had a star drawing on it. She took it out to split it in half, one half was put again in the bag and the other crushed it until it became powder. With the card, Kirari lined up every powder on the top of the toilet and inhaled them all until his head felt fuzzy, the anxiety of being in a completely new place and not knowing anyone was a little difficult, plus having to continue in her loneliness.

She hated being alone, but whenever she was with someone she became mean. In some way, her way of being was complicated, her mood swings, her addiction had turned her into another person. She stopped doing everything she liked and lost many friendships in the past. She learned her lesson, just living together and not making any close friends, it wouldn't end well for the other person.

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On the other hand, mako did not have her first day as a normal day. In fact, she could not even have a class. Apparently, that week they started in the gymnastic class but ayato dragged her to another remote place. According to him, it was a shortcut to the gym but ended up on the roof. Arriving first, Mako was amazed at the sight. It had only five floors of the academy but it seemed to her as if it were a tenth floor from how high they were. She went to the grid to see the sky and then went down. She could see the students where her classmates were having their first class of the day.

"Ayato, you brought me here saying it was a shortcut, but we are not even close" Mako turned to confront him but Ayato pushed her against the grid, the sudden closeness making her nervous.

"Quiet, you're really noisy".

"Don't tell me to be quiet, you scared me" Mako tried to push him but didn't move him a bit, instead she felt a change in Ayato's look, as those green eyes, so playful and charismatic became dangerous, she felt as if he was about to kill her making her feel chills "Ayato? Let me go, stop fooling around".

"Silence, Yours truly has waited more than enough, look at yourself, all excited already just for having me this close, can't imagine how you'll be when I devoure you".

Ayato came close enough to breathe against the skin of Mako's neck, who trembled and tried to escape, but her hands were held as her legs were separated by ayato, who came close enough, so Ayato's body was pressed against mako. She stopped breathing and closed her eyes, expecting the worst.

"good girl, stay still until I am satisfied, so it doesn't hurt too much"

Mako never even thinks of the possibility of being raped, in her whole life, not even in her worst nightmares and less with someone she thought was nice. His first sexual experience would be ruined and disturbed by someone she barely knew and worse still, at the academy, in full view of anyone coming to the roof during class time. She began to tremble at the thought of being raped right now, but after a few seconds, a strange pain took her out of her thoughts, and she realized, everything connected very quickly in her head, what she thought was just a fantasy for movies or classic books, was reality.

"How greedy is this blood of yours and that face you're making, you sure are enjoying this, don't ya?"

They were vampires.

That's why they were so strange, with their pale skin and appearances that stood out in the crowd. With so much money and a dialect that she didn't understand, but now everything makes sense.

"This blood... It's so intoxicating. It burns my insides, can't wait to have you all to myself"

It hurt a lot. Mako never could imagine how painful the bite of a vampire, a dog or some animal with big teeth. Now she knew it. It was horrible and even worse, she could feel how Ayato sucks every drop of blood, making her body shiver. Soon her legs lost strength and his head was spinning looking at Reiji peeking through the stairs of the roof looking with disapproval. She did not even have the strength to ask for help, she felt as if her life was taken out of her hands.

And finally she fainted, but ayato still did not stop sucking and sucking until Reiji stopped him.

"Enough is enough, we are not at home for you to be doing this in public." Ayato had not even noticed his brother's presence but stopped and looked at him with a bothersome expression.

"You fuck my moment as usual"

"Take her home, I can't believe you're behaving like an animal being a sakamaki"

"as if our last name was a source of pride"

Ayato took Mako's unconscious body in his arms, without problems.

"take her home safe, arrive in time for your next class"

"don't tell me what to do, i am not dumb"

Actually, Ayato took her home but he stayed with her. At the end of the day, one less day of class did not affect him at all.

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Mako's body feels so cold, she could feel how her knees shivers as she finally woke up, but soon she felt something warm covering her, Mako opened her eyes slowly because of the tiredness and found a light blue all over the place, now she wasn't cold anymore and for some reason she also felt the air change of temperature, she didn't know how, maybe everything was moving fast when in fact everything was slow.

"You're finally up, I was getting bored" her heart jumped for Ayato's voice, all the memories of perhaps hours ago came back like a slap at her face. Mako sat down suddenly and looked at the red-haired man who stood up with an air of arrogance.

"You!" Mako didn't really know what to say. What he did to her felt awful, but it was worse to lose consciousness. Mako thought she would die after that, but here she was, in a room with him, "What did you do to me? You didn't kill me..." Her voice sounded weak.

Ayato laughed at the last sentence of Mako.

"Why would I kill you so soon? Your blood is pretty good, it's not even as thick but it's also not very liquid and it's just as hot as I like" ayato became comfortable in its place, sitting on the floor with his legs open and leaning back and using his elbows to support.

"I don't get it, you are.. Really a-a..."

"stop babbling and start getting used to being my prey" Mako couldn't process it. She was scared. She didn't understand why she was suddenly sent home. She couldn't help but remember the convent, comparing the convent with this place and the people she was living with. Maybe she didn't know what hell was yet.

"I'm going to die here"

Ayato was curious that she specifically said that, as if she did not believe it but also as a warning to herself.

"it may be, of course, Yours truly has decided that he will keep you alive for a while until I get bored"

Mako looked at him in horror. She couldn't believe that he talked about killing her as if it were anything, banal to him. Something as simple for someone like him, a vampire who saw humans as they saw animals, simple food.

"I don't want to die, not so young" Soon the tears began to fall down Mako's cheeks, everything she had in her life would disappear because of living with vampires, they would suck all her blood and dump her as simple garbage.

"The face you're making right now is something for sure, not bad" Ayato doesn't feel sympathize with mere mortals, such creatures as ridiculous as humans, so weak both physically and emotionally. Even though he didn't think mako was ugly, seeing her cry was strange. She was crying silently, covering her mouth. Ayato remembers the previous sacrifices that when they cried they did it in scandal, crying and screaming in such an unpleasant way. At least Mako wasn't a pain in the ass.

"Please let me go" suddenly Mako knelt down and started rubbing her hands, pleading. Of course, Ayato thought it was funny. Maybe, just maybe he'll keep her alive not just for her blood. This bride seemed more and more interesting to him, never before had any sacrifice begged him in this way; Humbling herself on her knees while crying "don't kill me, I'll do a-anything..."

Despite her sobs, Mako spoke quite clearly between tears and hiccups. Ayato felt he would have lots of laughs with this girl, excited to start.

"Hey, come here" Ayato gave soft pats to his thighs, inviting mako to sit on his lap and her, of course, looked at him scared "Yours truly offer you to sit on his lap, be good and come here" Mako slowly approached and a meter away stopped to look at him.

She could feel the difference between the two, not only because of the fact that she was human and he a vampire, but because he seems to be one of those people who gets everything he wants and not really why he has a lot of money, not in this case at least, it's the power that radiates ayato's aura that make him look so imposing and powerful, his green eyes and his cocky smile that forced her to do what he says.

"Are you gonna bite me? "Her voice was not so shaky and the tears stopped falling. Mako could feel how her wet cheeks were beginning to dry.

"I will just mark what is mine" no longer patient, ayato took mako's wrist and pulled it so that she would be over him. Ayato forced on mako's shirt, blowing up two buttons on her school shirt in the process.

"ah!" Mako yelled scared when she felt her clothes tear.

"stay still, so it won't hurt so much"

Although it sounded like help, it didn't help much to mako, who felt ayato's breath crashing into the skin of his chest, felt his tongue wetting her skin.

Mako clung to ayato's shoulders without moving much and just resisting, but could not help but be surprised when she felt no fangs piercing his skin, but only kisses and licks on her shoulders, neck and part of her chest. She couldn't believe that he was taking advantage of her to do this kind of thing. Mako could not ignore the fact that even though the boy who threatened to kill her, was someone who enchanted her, so she felt at least, as if ayato with his eyes and words put a spell for her to do anything he said, without fighting, without complaining or demanding. Mako felt foolish because she always wanted to be someone dominant, but here she was, being a submissive being who would follow whatever order they ordered her.

"already enjoying yourself I see" Ayato's voice removed her from her thoughts and out of shame she did not answer or look at him, but instead looked at his left side, hiding her face. He heard ayato's playful laugh and then she felt it. Ayato wasn't biting her, but he was sucking her skin marking her. Mako felt like ayato was making more and more marks along her skin.

"That's good" Ayato looked at every reddish mark on Mako's pale skin, hearing the girl's unconscious moans pleased him more than he would like "What a greedy body you have, making me feel this excited with no blood yet"

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There was only one class left to finish her first horrific day. Kirari didn't talk to anyone and barely saw the Sakamakis brothers. She was walking down the hall to stretch her legs before the last class, but this girl stopped her. She just crossed Kirari's path and smiled at her excitedly.

"Hey, you're the new girl who arrived today, aren't you?" Kirari looked at her without much expression on her face and answered a simple yes "pleasure to meet you, I saw you when the Sakamaki brothers arrived. It must be so exciting taking a ride with them"

"exciting? It isn't a big deal"

"You have no idea? The sakamakis brothers are very popular. I even saw you walking with sakamaki reiji through the hallways. " For Kirari, it was so weird how this girl was making a big deal just for a ride to school. It's not like they gave her money. She's just spending her time there and hardly knows them. She thought that popular people were so overrated. What's the point in being popular?

"Are you Reiji's girlfriend or someone else's?"

"What?"

Kirari smiled at the joke. She already imagined the rumors that would be formed just by coming along with them and walking in a recess with Reiji, who was very polite with her showing her the places of the academy, but he didn't tell him anything about how invasive the students could become.

"No no, it's none of that, it's a misunderstanding, we don't know each other at all" Kirari smiled at her as she tried to explain. She didn't want to say she was adopted. In the municipal school it was terrible that everyone knew that and they would make fun of her because she was just an orphan.

"You don't have to lie to me, I'll keep your secret. See you!" the girl winked at him and left without letting Kirari answer. She didn't care either. She just couldn't imagine it happening so fast, in just a few hours things were already being said about her.

Kirari stayed near the garden club in a hidden place to smoke a little weed before the last class, she had luckily gotten some the day she left the orphanage for the sakamakis house, it turns out her dealer was nearby, in fact he was on his way to the mansion, so I didn't waste the opportunity and bought him a little, before coming to school Kirari smoked one and she had completely missed it, she needed to refresh herself with another one.

She turned it on and the relaxation invaded her. From her lungs to her heart rate, she didn't know why, but she always felt that the world was moving very fast and she was very slow. The weed relaxed her, so it was a relief to smoke it now and then. She was so deep in her thoughts that a brown-haired boy caught her. Kirari didn't rush to put down the joint and just looked at him not knowing what to do, for surprised she released the smoke through her nose and choked.

"Did I scared ya? Why do ya do that at school? How old are ya?" many questions and kirari was too relaxed to answer them all, even with a little laziness.

"And who are you to interrogate me?"

"What? You are the one who does strange things in the academy. If you were someone else, I would betray you without thinking about it"

"aren't you going to betray me then?" Kirari smiled at the mystery boy. But she didn't mind, she just wanted to finish smoking her joint and go to her last class.

"why would I do that? I don't care"

"How sweet of you" Kirari settled down more on the floor and signaled to sit next to her "Do you want some?" She offered her joint but the boy just shook his head saying no "I owe you one then."

"Just don't leave ashes on the ground, you'll be exposed"

"wow" Kirari got up and finally got the difference in height. In the case of the boy, he could clearly see her face and that she was someone with a distinguished face. She was attractive. "Are you flirting with me big boy? You are very kind to someone you don't know"

"Don't get confused, I just don't want to be blamed later. I'm from the garden club and it would be a pain in the ass if they find out that someone started smoking near the club"

"aw, and I thought you were being nice to me, but you just don't want to get in trouble" Kirari took a puff out of the joint and blew the smoke in the face of the brown-haired boy who coughed a little while removing the smoke from his face "Thank you big boy, I won't give you any problems"

Kirari turned off her joint crushing it against the wall and put it in back at her metal box, winked at the boy and headed for her last class. Although she didn't find him really attractive, she can say he had protruding hair and his height was showy. Of course, it's not her type. Kirari doesn't know him, but she thought it was funny that he was going to cover her just so they wouldn't give him any trouble. She was not surprised but found it pleasant anyway.

"What a strange toy these disgusting noble guys have. I didn't see any marks of fangs. I'm not surprised by such a strong smell even though their face wasn't all bad, not a big deal though"

[trueshellz]

@regs09

I hope this is okay! I tried to show her as helpful as possible but a little sparky too. They're not all the same length but I tried to use different scenarios too.

Kuroo

The first time he saw you, you were surrounded by 2nd years pestering you for your phone number and he truly felt sorry for those guys. You couldn’t have had a bigger ‘fuck off’ face even if you tried. As he walked over, he was getting ready to set them straight when he overheard you.

“If you don’t get away from me in the next 10 seconds, I will rearrange your face.”

He’d never seen boys run away apologising so fast in his life, his signature laugh being heard by everyone, even Kenma gave him a WTF look as they walked together down the corridor.

“Oya? You seemed to have put them right in their place.”

Still annoyed at the situation, you whirled around and glared at him, hands placed on your hips. You knew Kuroo Tetsuro, everyone knew Kuroo Tetsuro. Third year, Nekoma volleyball captain, signature smile and absolute flirt.

“You wanna go as well, pretty boy?” You huffed as he held his hands up in mock surrender, grin wide across his face.

“Woah there, sparky. I was coming over to help you.”

Hiking your bag up your shoulder, you purposely walked between him and Kenma. “I didn’t need your help.”

The second time he saw you, he was grabbing a book from the library and he saw you sat with one of the 1st year girls. Exam week was around the corner so the library was busier than usual, he could see some of his teammates in the back too, knowing full well if they failed exams they could be pulled from the upcoming games.

He could see the girl was stressed out from the way she was flailing her arms, her face red as she pointed at her books. He saw you smile as you leaned over, pointing to something before taking out a mini whiteboard and pen from you bag. You giggled as she held her arms up in the air, she must have got the answer right. He was momentarily stunned by your change in demeanor and he could feel himself smile as you clapped for your student.

When you were dating, Kuroo was more than aware of how people perceived you. He had the same issue to some extent, being perceived as a harsh captain with a scheming personality meant some students were often scared to approach him. But when you were alone, you would often curl up to him on the sofa and often acted cute in front of him especially when he came home after a game to help cheer him up. Packing bento boxes for his lunches with cute cut out fruit and animal shaped onigiri and leaving cute notes in his bags and books.

You would always come near the end of Nekoma practice matches with drinks or healthy snacks for his team, who loved you for this reason. Yamamoto more so than the rest, a huge flirt who tried to hug attack you every time only to get yelled at by your boyfriend and given clean up duties as punishment.

"Tetsu, he just wants a hug."

He mock pouted as he looked at you, his lip stuck out almost comically. "Those hugs are mine, he can't have any."

The manager and you got along well too, you would help them by sweeping up after the boys or tidying away the equipment. A few times you helped Lev out when he tore his uniform falling over or tripping on his long legs as he got used to playing volleyball. He would feel so bad too, looking at you like a lost puppy as you sewed up his hem or patched a hole he had in his shorts or t shirt. The one time he managed to rip the stitching of his t shirt up to his arm pit when he skidded across the floor trying to save the ball. Needless to say, it didn't end well and you were glad you had taken to carrying a sewing kit with you when you went to watch them practice.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, Lev. Don't worry about it."

Kuroo knew the saying: Don't judge a book by it's cover, but he didn't realise how true it was until he met you. He could have missed out on one of the best people in his life.

Bokuto

Bokuto was known for having a cheery outlook on life, yes he had his emo moments but it took a lot to get him down generally. But you always baffled him, whenever he saw you it seemed as though you were angry or annoyed. In class, no matter the task or who you worked with, you looked fed up. After school when you were walking home, you seemed frustrated. At lunchtime, you sat with friends but you seemed like you'd had enough. You were a conundrum to him.

After school one day, he was walking towards the local shop to grab some snacks and he saw you crouching on the ground, your face was a mixture of awe and sadness as you looked at a box on the ground. As he neared you, he could hear small whines and the scratching against the box and when he peered over your shoulder he could see some puppies in the box.

"Someone left them here alone?"

You jumped as you heard his voice, looking up to see him standing over you, he had his bag slung on his shoulder and was still dressed in his volleyball gear. You'd seen him around school, he sat on the opposite side of the classroom to you so you never worked together. You knew he was the captain of the school's volleyball team but didn't know much else about him.

"Yeah, it's so cruel. They're only babies too."

And that was how you two became started friends and eventually dating, bonding over your love for animals and disdain for the situation. He accompanied you to the local animal shelter where you dropped the puppies off, not being able to take them home. He was enthralled by your change in demeanor, you would always smile at him and act a lot more animated. You would help Akaashi get him out of his funk when he had a bad day or one of his moves didn't go to plan. He had taken to buying you the famous octopus plushie too and would use it to gauge your mood, you found it hilarious. If you were sad or angry, he would come bearing snacks or gifts and if you were happy, he knew he was able to hug attack you and smother you in kisses.

Attending every game, you would always dress in his team number and cheer the loudest for him. After school, you would help him unwind, either spending time giving him a massage or just cuddling on the sofa together. You would lay on him, arms and legs intertwined as you watched television or playing with hair as his head was in your lap. Even going as far to sometimes climb into the front of his hoodie so you would be skin to skin with him. You loved the feel of his heartbeat against your ears and his breathing would calm you. You spent more time in his lap, head buried in his neck than sat alone as you lived feeling his body heat against you. Thankfully, Koutaro didn't mind, he loved the attention and having you close to him.

Who knew such a angry little bean would become such a cute little sloth?

Osamu

Every weekend like clockwork at lunchtime, you would walk in and order 2 meals. One to eat at the time and one to pick up at the end of your meal and take away. You always sat in the corner by yourself, flicking through your phone. You weren't rude or anything, but you had an aura of 'leave me alone' or else which usually kept people away from you. As Osamu watched, he couldn't help but wonder about you and your background.

He tried talking to you first, but apart from polite conversation you didn't seem to want to talk to him. He tried broaching lots of subjects but you just gave minimal answers. He was quite frustrated to say the least, Atsumu didn't help with his idea either. They just seemed to be annoying or potentially harassing, neither a great choice.

It was the end of the day when he was packing away, you had just left the restaurant and Osamu was packing all the left over food in boxes to give to the homeless people around the restaurant. He didn't like wasting food, not being one to be ungrateful and decided early on to donate it to those who were less fortunate. Carrying the snack packs, he started his usual journey down the roads and handing his packages out to anyone who was in need.

As he rounded the corner, he saw you leaning down speaking to an elderly lady who had a small child. She looked tired, her cheeks red from exhaustion and cold, the child looking equally cold in this weather too. They had been selling fruit from what he could see and he stared in fascination as you not only bought their remaining stock but gave them the second meal you bought that day.

"No, no. You always do this. It's not fair, we'll exchange. You give me food for my fruit."

"Auntie, no. You know very well that I don't expect payment for this. Its a gift. Take the food, go home and eat. Use the money for your daughter."

Nearing to you, he bowed quickly before leaning down and handing the child some onigiri. She smiled up at him, all toothy and he felt his heart warm up seeing her munch away at the rice ball. Looking at you, he could see the broad smile on your face as you bantered with the woman, seeing you like this was such a contrast to your usual stoic attitude.

This routine continued for a few weeks, eventually you would help Osamu out with his packing. Carrying some of the lighter packages to hand out to everyone, your conversation becoming more and more in depth the more you spoke to one another. You had more in common than you thought, including your selflessness you both had similar taste in music and movies.

One thing led to another and soon you found yourself dating, Osamu didn't realise how cute you were in real life until you moved in together. He remembered how shocked he was when you bought matching Pikachu onesies to wear and would take lots of selfies with him. His phone was full of cute pictures that he got during the day with little messages and lovey dovey quotes. The apartment was full of couple things like matching slippers and the progression of your relationship through little mementos strewn across the wall.

You would spend any spare time you had at his shop helping him, or trying to as you seemed to get distracted by how pretty your boyfriend was. Or you would come behind him and attach yourself in a backhug, Osamu wouldn't be able to get much done with a limpet attached so you compromised on a only doing that when he had a break.

What started as a fascination ended up being one of the biggest surprises of his life and he couldn't imagine his life without you in it.

[lovelystarlings]

Chapter Five - Neville’s Very Clumsy

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The next morning was, eventful, to say the least. Camille had always been an early riser, her parents had insisted on her and sisters waking up at 5 am on the dot every morning, they had said it was to prepare them for when they themselves had families to wake up for but Camille knew it was just to torture them more then her parents already did. So when she woke up the next morning, wrapped in the velvety covers that they were provided, she felt a sense of tranquillity wash over her. There was no nagging mum leaning over her, no crying Gabrielle in the bed next to her and no annoying perfect Fleur singing in the shower for everyone to hear. It was quiet.

Just how she liked it.

Spinning her legs over the edge carefully, trying not to wake up the sleeping Hermione next to her, Camille walked over to the bathroom door that was left open on the opposite side of the strangely large dormitory.

Picking up her uniform on the way, Camille entered the bathroom quietly, looking around in awe at the extravagant manner of the simple room. On the wall facing the door stood four separate sinks, each having a mirror on the wall above and a small chest of drawers underneath them. Seeing as no one had claimed one yet, Camille chose the one closest to the shower, for once getting first choice of something. Placing her wash bag next to the sink, she carefully hung her uniform over the railing by the shower, not wanting to crease it straight away.

Grabbing her hairbrush out of her bag, she began to run it through her hair gently. Having slept with it in plaits had done her a huge favour, the usual straight and thick mess had been tamed into ringlets that now sat elegantly on her shoulders. Pinning her hair back with a clip, leaving the bottom layer down, Camille felt at peace with how she looked today. Sure, she wasn't as beautiful, after all she was only young, but she wasn't necessarily ugly (dear god did she hate that word), and that was enough.

Hearing movement from the room next her, and the familiarity of the other girls voices, she quickly pulled her shirt over her head and her skirt quickly over her hips, Camille turned to the door smiling at Hermione, who seemed shocked that someone was up before her.

"How are you up so early?" She spoke, her hand running through the bundle of curls that sat on top of her head. She walked over to the sink beside the French girl, placing her own stuff down gently.

"You know what they say," spoke Camille, brushing past Hermione with a smirk. "The early bird gets the worm."

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. It also didn't help that Camille knew where none of her classes were. And neither did Hermione, Or Ron. Or Harry.

Though after fumbling about the school for a long time they had managed to find most of their classes. And Camille had discovered a lot about her teachers.

They had to study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets. Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for. Camille had noticed that Neville particularly enjoyed this one.

Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up, which didn't help Camille in the slightest considering she had no idea who either of them were.

Professor McGonagall had to be Camille's favourite, however. Strict and clever, she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Hermione and Camille had made any difference to their match; Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and gave Hermione and Camille a rare smile, both girls giving each other a proud look as they linked arms and skipped off to the next lesson , leaving the boys and their matches far behind.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. Camille vaguely remembered her father telling Fleur (and Fleur told her) about an encounter he had with a vampire once, a very lovely vampire he had told her. His name was Carlisle, and he was a doctor. Camille had been shocked that a vampire could be a doctor, but her father had never lied to Fleur once.

Professor Quirrell's turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story.

For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went. Camille had befriended the Weasley Twins then and there, she thought they were charming and funny, and rather attractive if she was honest. They could well be veela, she thought, despite knowing that they were pure blood. She wondered what their mother and father looked like.

Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder there than up in the main castle and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Camille and Hermione had been lucky enough to grab seats at the front, neither girls wanting to miss a thing. However, if Camille had known who their Professor was, she would've sat at the back, or even better out of the classroom.

His name was Professor Snape, and he was a tall man, who always seemed to be dressed in a black coat that billowed behind him like the wind itself followed him. His hair was pitch black and greasy, like it hadn't been watched in months, years even.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word, Hermione scribbling down most of it, the sound of her quill annoying Camille slightly, though she didn't say anything. She'd hate to insult the girl. Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses.... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death -- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione's hand had shot into the air.

"I don't know, sit," said Harry.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything."

He ignored Hermione's hand.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat. Camille heard a loud noise behind her, and turned round to see Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, shaking with laughter, and she had to hide a snicker herself. The three looked like utter pillocks.

"I don't know, sir."

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling, despite Camille's attempts to calm her down, not wanting her friend to embarrass herself more than she had. She had the feeling someone was gonna snap, whether it be Harry or Snape.

"I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"

Camille laughed harmoniously at the sass Harry held in his voice, drawing the attention of the class to her. She had forgotten that most of them had probably never heard veela laugh before, and hers probably had a strange effect on the bunch, considering the majority of them were pre-pubescent teenage boys.

"Sorry," she squeaked, and slumped down in her chair. Hermione patting her head patronisingly. Though she too felt strange at the heavenly sound that had escaped the French girl's mouth.

"Sit down and be quiet," he snapped at Camille. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment, though Camille had already been making her notes during the commotion. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter." Idiote, thought Camille. The poor boy had been living with muggles his whole life, how could Snape thing he'd know the simplest thing about potions. Idiote, she repeated.

Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy and Camille who had been paired with the blonde boy, the only two whom he seemed to like. He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes.

Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs. Camille flinched, seeing the hurt look on the poor boy's face, unlike Malfoy, or rather Draco as he had asked her to call him, who had laughed.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.

"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.

Camille and Hermione left the dungeon as soon as they could, both wanting to avoid the catastrophe of cleaning up the spilled potion.

[danganronpa-killing-justice]

The Homeroom of a Society

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When I had made my way into the homeroom, my skin could feel all of the air being sucked out. Was my appearance that intimidating? I had never thought of myself in that light...

"Hey! Look who it is! It's this year's Lucky Student!"

As soon as that was said, my new classmates started to hover and surround me. Each of them spewing their own different questions, slowly suffocating me.

"Is you luck contagious?" "I thought you'd be taller."

"Are you Makoto's secret love child or something..." "what's with all the fur...? can i touch—.."

"CLASS!"

The voice of an older woman cut through the harsh questioning. She roughly pushed her way into the clump of students to help get me out of my unfortunate situation. I'll have to thank her more later.

"I know you're all excited to get your questions out, but give the kid his space! He looks like he is on the brink of exploding." The woman commanded out. Although her tone would probably seem harsh to others, I can tell that she said it with care...mostly.

"But Miss-"

Before the student could finish their words, the woman put her hand over their mouth to silence them.

"But nothing! Come on now! Let's get to our seats so we can officially start our day!" She seemed excited and annoyed at the same time. I didn't know that emotion combination was possible.

She started to shoo use back to our seats, literally. The woman moved her arms around almost as if she was sweeping us with a broom. She even made the shooing sound. This is our teacher right? She isn't just some woman who just barged in here and made herself comfy...right?

When she was done getting everyone settled down, she moved herself to the front of the room. "Hello everyone! My name is Nomondai Nototsū! But you can call me Mrs. Nomondai. I am your homeroom teacher for all of your time here unless there are untimely circumstances."

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a student nervously raise their hand. They were wearing an assortment of anime merchandise and had their hood on over their face, almost covering it. "W-What kind of c-circumstances." They had studdered out.

The teacher just stared at back them, unblinking. "Untimely."

"O-Oh.." The student looked at their desk in a blank fear.

The teacher looked unfazed as she clapped her hands together in amusement. "Before I say anything else, does anybody have any more questions?"

A different student then last time raised their hand. Their appearance was more toned down then the first student, which was not saying a lot. The student was wearing a school uniform with a jacket on top. Out of all the people here, they were probably the most under dressed. "I'm sorry if this sounds insulting! But what's your connection to the headmaster? All the teachers here have connections to him, so I was wondering what was yours."

Mrs. Nomondai's face had contorted into a sad expression, but she still had a small smile on her face. "While I am not comfortable with taking to you all now about it, I can assure you that I will talk about it eventually. After all, it is still only the first day of school. If you really want to know now though, just search me up. It's all public info." She seemed more relaxed when she was finished talking.

In return, the student looked more relieved that their question wasn't too emotionally triggering.

Once again, she clapped her heads, almost as in to ground herself. "Now then! If nobody has any more questions then we—"

"HELLO EVERYBODY!"

Stopping Mrs. Nomondai from speaking any further, a blue plush creature came from behind the podium to make its appearance. It's looked like a dragon version of a Monokuma. Wait... A MONOKUMA!?

One by one the entirety of the 1-A class started to collectively loose their marbles. It was like a bomb of anger and confusion hit the classroom.

"AHHHH KILL IT!! KILL WITH FIRE!" The student beside me said as they were currently climbing on top of their desk, shouting profanities while doing so. I wasn't to far behind copying them myself.

"DON'T WORRY I GOT THIS!" Another student started to grab for their lighter in their pocket. Wait, why do they have a lighter already?

"CLASS! CLASS! SEATTLE DOWN THIS INSTANT!" 

The teacher's voice once again rang through the classroom, but not everybody listened to her.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ‘SEATTLE DOWN’!? THERE'S A MONOKUMA RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!" A student yelled back, clearly neglecting the teacher's words.

Mrs. Nomondai's just sighed as she slapped her forehead, the sound echoing off of the walls. Everyone including myself took this as a sign to calm down. I tried to get off my desk with ease, but I just fell down instead. Luckily, nobody noticed because they all held their attention to the shivering creature beside our teacher.

With care, she picked up the dragon-like Monokuma and held them in her arms. "First of all, this is NOT a Monokuma. This is a Helpami, and his name is Sumami. They are the helpers around this school, so I demand you all to treat them with care."

The creature—no, the Helpami squirmed helplessly in her grasp. I think it felt bad for giving everybody a scare.

"I'm sorry Noto. I thought it was my time to appear..." The Helpami whined out.

"It's ok Suma. I thought you kids were told about the Helpami's, but clearly by your actions you weren't." The teacher huffed out, clearly annoyed at one of her staff mates.

Now that I think back to it, the only thing that was told about school's electronic help was about a system called Alter Ego, which was basically the school's more advanced version of another electronic helper.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Nomondai, we were only told about Alter Ego.." I remarked.

Once again, she had put on a disappointed expression. Because of my words, she leaned down to tell the Helpami something. The only words I could make out was 'Yasuhiro' and 'dumbass', which doesn't sound good for the long haired man.

"How come they are modeled after a Monokuma though..? Wouldn't that just scare everybody?" Another students said.

Our homeroom teacher looked like she has asked herself that question to herself or others many times. "They aren't modeled after a Monokuma, they are modeled after Usami actually, who is also somewhere around this school. The one who thought of this idea was actually Kazuichi, the school's Mechanic... under our noses.."

She looked almost mad for a second but then she just squeezed Sumami more for comfort. "Even though it scared the sh-CRAP out of us, I can't say that it wasn't a nice surprise. Like I said, they are the helpers of this school, and they are also given to all of the staff members to make the teaching job just a bit easier."

Everyone in the room seemed to feel a bit lighter at this revolution. They did at least look cute.

"So, um, there i-isn't like any actual real Monokumas on the s-school grounds, i-is there?" The kid who wore the hoodie asked.

She looked at the kid straight in the eyes. ".... no.."

The classroom tensed up once again. Ignoring this, the teacher again clasped her hands together in pure joy.

"Alrighty! Back to what I was saying before! If nobody has any more questions, then I think it is time that we get to know each other! Go around around the room and knock yourselves out! You can even ask me or Sumami more questions if you want! Just have fun, and be respectful!"

And with that, she gave out the peace sign and walked over to her podium, Sumami still in her arms. She's a bit weird, but I can tell she has good intentions... I think.

Well, I better start going over to people. This is going to be one heck of a year, isn't it?

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God's in his Heaven

Still waiting for my laptop to get here... starting to get afraid it might be lost in the mail 😬 I tried to upload this a couple times before and the connection has been bad today so it destroyed my drafts. Crossed fingers!

Anyway, here is the next Young!Patience chapter. Warnings for major creepiness.

***

A neatly manicured finger ran down her homework, which was smudged and stained and scribbled over. The only sound in the room was the tick-tock of the clock.

Patience stood still, hands joined behind her back. She shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for the time to be over. He studied the paper, his porcelain face blank and passive, before he smiled and his dark blue eyes lit up.

He said, "Very good. Your fractions are improving."

She heard him stand up and move over, and flinched as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You can go play outside for a while." 

***

When she had arrived in Mr. Borghese's mansion, she had not been cooperative. She still wasn't. But she was better.

At first he had taken away her belongings and locked her in a bedroom downstairs. He only entered in order to rape her, and after a while the timeless sun setting and rising blurred in her mind, and her loneliness got to her, and she promised to be good if he let her out. He smiled and did so, and she tread lightly around him.

She learned to be afraid of him, and fast.

When he took her out, he expected her to be his perfect little girl. She could growl and grouch as much as she wanted, but she had to smile for the cameras and lie down with him when he wanted to. The lying down was the worst part. It didn't hurt as much as it did the first time, but it still made her sick and uncomfortable. She could barely sleep when he was breathing beside her. To make it better on herself, sometimes she pretended he was her father and cuddled close to him.

St. Joseph's was better than high school, but that wasn't saying much. The students ignored her, and the teachers treated her nicely because of her adopted father, but at least people left her alone. If she wanted to cry by herself in the gym room because Mr. Borghese had wanted to sleep with her early in the morning and she could feel his wet spend sleeping through her skirt during her classes, then people would leave her alone.

Church was worse. He kept her close to his side the entire time, monitoring her interactions with others. She hated being in the Church of the Holy Virgin--her old churches had been small, cozy, made of balsam wood and slowly burning candles, and she had known everyone there. Here, everyone seemed to speak a different language, and the congregation changed each week, although what didn't change was that everyone seemed to know Mr. Borghese.

The first time she had been in confession, she was perplexed that Mr. Borghese didn't give her any instructions, nor accompany her into the booth. But she spilled herself anyway. She told the priest that he forced her whenever he pleased, that he told her she would have his baby and that she was destined to be his housewife whether she wanted it or not. She even told the priest that she had seen him kill her parents--and her voice had broken and she had peered out of the shade at him, leaning against the church dome in his black suit, his hands behind his back.

She held an impossible hope that the Father had called the police, even through the long limousine ride back, and it was only when Leonardo turned the key to the lock of the front door did she realize what she had done wrong.

"There is not a single person you have met who does not answer to me," he said softly. "And every word you told that priest enters my ears."

The priest had seemed so nice. So sympathetic. His voice had even broken a few times. 

"He..."

"He will tell me everything." He sat down on his armchair and spread his arms. "Give your daddy a kiss."

She looked at him, rooted to the spot and fists clenched, and eventually, out of fear, climbed onto his lap.

He was warm and smelled flowery, a scent she had become to despise. He shifted her on his lap, settling in until her crotch snugged deeply into his own. He always liked her in this position. Right above his cock. 

"How long has it been since you had your monthly?"

There was that typical question. She lied and said, "I'm having it right now."

"Bugiarda. You had it almost a week ago. Still trying to lie to me."

He began to pull her skirt up. He liked it when she wore her uniform. It was neat--he ironed it every night--with a white blouse and a shirt skirt that reached just past her knees.

Patience wanted to cry. Big, wet, sobbing tears. But instead she pressed her face into his shoulder and let him do what he wanted.

When he finally let her go, she ached and throbbed. "Go to your room. I'll come up later and bring you some cocoa."

She did so without complaining.

***

The next day was a Monday. She was watching cartoons on the TV after school, her favorite, Rocky and Bullwinkle.

A man came in. Tall, stubble on his chin. He stated at her with a mixture of suspicion and sympathy. She recognized him. "Goose Eppy?"

"Giuseppe." He sat down beside her, tan trench coat and all. He watched Rocky and Bullwinkle for a while, laughing at jokes he couldn't understand. "So you live with him now?" He said. "Where are you from?"

"Massachusetts," she muttered.

After an uncomfortable silence, he said, "Ah, Massachusetts. My family is Neapolitan."

"That's bullshit."

"Pardon?"

"Neopolitan is made-up. It's an ice cream, not a place."

Giuseppe stared blankly at her, but was saved from answering by Leonardo entering the room. They spoke briefly in Italian, then he stood up and left her, leaving her to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle by herself, but with her ears pricked. 

Patience ran to the locked door, then pressed her ears against it. Their voices were fading as they left down the stairs. 

She went around the vast wooden mansion. It was far too big for her to explore, even if she had wanted to. But she he found a grate to the cellar hidden beneath a tall tuft of grass, and it was so rusted she pried it open and wriggled in.

The edges of the grates dug into her breasts, but she wriggled on, until she came to a wire air conditioning unit, which she peered through.

She saw a clean metal room. Like a veterinarian's room. Giuseppe and Leonardo were talking to each other in Italian beside a metal wheeling cart. Something covered with a black bag was on it.

Patience narrowed her eyes. It smelled like disenfectant in there.

Kneeling was beginning to hurt. She had to sit with her knees together, or else she would hurt between her legs. He never gave her any time to heal.

Giuseppe pulled the black bag off with a flourish, and what Patience saw made her heartrate skyrocket. It was a human--naked, his face battered beyond recognition. It didn't even look like a face. It was a mass of black and blue.

Patience pressed her hands over her mouth. She wiggled backwards until her knees reached the grass.

The face of the man kept flashing in her mind. She hugged her knees and looked back at the air conditioning grate. What had she gotten herself into?

***

Patience twisted her hands in her skirt. The waiting was making her nerves heighten. "Why does it have to kill the bunny?"

"Do you want a pet bunny?"

"No! I just don't want the bunny to die!"

"Don't you want to find out if you're having a baby?"

"I do, but..." she hated the thought of living with the fear of having to drop out of school, but she liked bunnies.

The doctor, a man with a thick Santa Claus beard, came out. "The tests were negative."

She wilted in relief. One cautious glance at Leonardo, and his mouth had tightened somewhat. "Very well. Thank you for running the tests, Heinrich."

He had to meet a friend at a restaurant downtown. She wasn't hungry, so he let her wander around the shops ("stay where I can see you").

Patience wandered around, peering through a toy shop. Stuffed animals and train sets, little kid stuff. Leonardo kept her room well-stocked with those, like she was an eight-year-old or something. She was more interested in fashion magazines and singers like Frank Sinatra, to his trepadation.

The minutes ticked by, to her annoyance. How long was he taking? Stupid jerk was probably having one of his long-winded boring conversations that he had with his friends.

Patience turned a corner and something caught her eye.

Like a golden altar, it sat there. Blue painted eyes and pink quirked lips. An hourglass waist and a blue shoulderless dress. Fresh and vibrant and fashionable and so cool.

She couldn't stop staring. When Leonardo came to look for her she was still staring.

"Can I get this?" She said. She never asked for anything, but she REALLY wanted this.

When Leonardo saw, his lips curled. "Don't you want a baby doll instead? I'll get you any baby doll you want."

"No. I want this."

"It's too expensive," said Leonardo, who was a millionaire. "Come on. We need to get home in time for dinner. I'll take you here some other time."

Leonardo towed her out, her still protesting, and she was sullen as she got in the car and headed home. He put on her favorite station and tried to sweet-talk her, but she ignored him.

Halfway home he slammed on the breaks and pulled into an alley.

Leonardo closed his hand around her jaw and yanked her face to look at him.

"You will never," he said to her quietly, "Be like that Barbie doll. You will never be blonde. You will never have a boyfriend. You will never "hit the sunset strip" or whatever nonsense that is. Your destiny is to be a housewife and mother. My housewife and mother."

Her eyes were watering at his iron-hard grip on her jaw. He put his mouth next to her head until his warm breath washed over her ear.

"You will never go to college. You will never be a police officer or lawyer like you keep whining about wanting to be. You will have a baby after you finish at St. Joseph's, and you will be my wife like you were meant to be, as is the best you could have hoped for in your useless life. And you will be satisfied with it."

He let her go, and she rubbed her jaw, tears starting in her eyes.

His voice turned soft. "You can have some ice cream when we get back, how does that sound?" He said. She started ahead, tears blurring her eyes like rain on a windshield.

She thought about Barbie, but the painted face seemed so far away now. Blond and smiling and happy, not the pale, freckled, trembling little girl in the passenger's seat.

I guess he is right, some part of her whispered. I'll never be Barbie. I'll never ride in a convertible or flirt or go to college.

All I can do is dream.

***

The phone sat there, black and shiny. 

She had the napkin hidden under her mattress. She had memorized the numbers. She agonized and agonized, aware of the time ticking away, before she picked it up.

Leonardo was becoming discontented. She was not conceiving, and was due to graduate St. Joseph's with honors. She had already had several scholarship offers. He had made her stay home from school several times during exams, to sleep with him and force his seed deep down. She could see her life closing in on her, and so she strove in school, aching to attend a university, any university, as long as she could get away from him.

The cords to all the other telephones were disconnected. She knew this was the only chance she had.

Patience dialed the numbers, heart thumping. She was praying desperately for that rough, growly voice to answer, but a different voice spoke from the other end.

"Pronto?"

"Uh," she said, startled at the unfamiliar voice.

"Chi parla?"

"I..."

"Who is this?" Growled the voice.

"I want to talk to Salvatore Mallozzi."

"Who do you think you are, to talk to the boss?"

"I--"

The dial tone rang dully in her ear.

"Salvatore Mallozzi?" said a gentle voice beside her. "Just who do you think you're talking to?"