#but honestly love when the most seemingly well adjusted member of the trio turns out to be absolutely insane

[juliangirlblancas]

Sticks and Stones (1996)

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Would you do a slight NSFW Draco Malfoy imagine of him dating a Slytherin who's good friends with Hermione, Ron and Harry and she manages to convince Draco to go to the Three Broomsticks with the Golden Trio and be cordial with them since she's promised him some alone time if he's nice to them since she wants them to see that he's not all bad because they don't get what she sees him in?

Hello! This one took forever to write, I lowkey got stumped and I couldn’t figure out how to write the ending, lol. I didn’t want to go all-in so this is what I came up with. I love Draco Malfoy so I want to do him justice!

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Draco watched as (Y/N) (L/N) adjusted her lipstick in his dormitory mirror, studying her silhouette as she bent over his dresser. As an upcoming superstar for the Slytherin Quidditch Team, (Y/N) was quite popular and often found herself being the center of attention. But once the school caught wind of her relationship with the Draco Malfoy, it did not take long for them to be considered the power couple of Slytherin House. However, despite sharing a perfectly healthy relationship, there were a few students that questioned (Y/N)’s partner of choice.

These complaints came from the three most determined students of Gryffindor House. Despite being in separate houses, the Golden Trio and (Y/N) managed to become great friends, effectively breaking the hateful stereotype between Gryffindor and Slytherin relationships. During their second year, (Y/N) found herself in quite the predicament when she fell off a borrowed broom hours past curfew. She spent a fair amount of time sprawled across the training grounds staring up at the starry sky trying to ignore the excruciating pain of her broken arm. It was then that Harry, Ron, and Hermione stumbled upon her still body as they pursued the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets. Hermione Granger was the first to approach her, momentarily scolding (Y/N) for breaking the rules before examining the extent of her wounds.

Harry and Ron followed cautiously behind Hermione, the two of them exchanging worried looks before kneeling beside (Y/N).

“It’ll be alright,” said Ron with a sympathetic smile, “We’ll take care of you.” 

From that day on the four of them were inseparable. Which was a natural outcome when a group fabricated lies to fool Madam Pomfrey or any other staff member, for that matter. When they were not chasing dangerous creatures within Hogwarts, they often spent their time near the Quidditch Pitch, with Harry and Ron teaching (Y/N) the basics of the game while Hermione reviewed her books from the ground. As time went on (Y/N), and Hermione calmly listened to Harry and Ron’s rants about Draco Malfoy and how much they despised him. 

Being from the same house as Draco Malfoy, (Y/N) often found herself conflicted between choosing her friends and abiding by the “your house is like your family” statement. She could not think of one occasion where Malfoy had been rude to her directly, but she could not excuse his behavior towards her friends. It was not until Professor Snape paired them up for a Potions essay that (Y/N) and Draco began learning more about each other. Draco was used to boasting and putting on a show in front of other students, but he quickly realized that (Y/N) would not succumb to his usual tricks.

Draco lay comfortably against his bed, his arms crossed behind his head as his eyes landed on the plaid pleated skirt his loving girlfriend decided to wear for their Hogsmeade trip. (Y/N) looked at Draco’s reflection, a devious smile playing at her lips as she bent forwards, giving her boyfriend a better view of what he quietly desired. At this movement, Draco clicked his tongue and scowled in her direction, swiftly rising from his four-poster, and making his way towards her. 

“Little nymph,” uttered Draco against her ear, rubbing small circles against her hips as she straightened up, “We could just stay. Avoid the trouble... and have a little fun ourselves.” Under different circumstances, Draco would have been thrilled to visit Hogsmeade with his beloved, but he knew they would not be spending the afternoon alone. 

(Y/N) cleared her throat, her eyes landing on the silver “I” on Draco’s robes before excellently replicating Professor Umbridge’s high-pitched voice, “Boys and girls are not permitted to be within eight inches of each other,” she teased, leaning back into Draco’s grip as he scoffed. Spinning her around, Draco lifted her onto his dresser, pushing her skirt up farther up her thighs. 

“I’d like to think I can change your tune rather quickly,” Draco snapped, pressing chaste kisses against the smooth skin of her neck, “I’ll never understand how you imitate that woman so perfectly” he added, earning a giggle from (Y/N).

“One of my many talents,” retaliated (Y/N), wrapping her arms around Draco’s neck, “You know, I can’t help but think this is your way of distracting me” she added, twirling small strands of his platinum blonde hair.

“Ugh,” groaned Draco, “I just don’t understand why we have to spend our Saturday with Potter and his stupid friends,” he spat but quickly scowled at (Y/N)’s hurt expression. 

“I’ve told you before, Draco,” (Y/N) frowned, “They’re my friends too and I wish for us to get along. It took me a while to convince them, but they’ve agreed to give you one more chance,” she said, placing her hand against her boyfriend’s cheek, “I want them to see the real you, the Draco I fell in love with.”

Draco turned his head away from (Y/N) but held her hand to acknowledge her words. Despite being together for a little over a year, he still found it quite difficult to let his guard down completely. He supposed it was due to his family’s teachings and the expectations of his Father, but throughout his relationship with (Y/N), he came to realize there were far more important matters. One of them being keeping (Y/N) (L/N) safe and content. 

“Fine,” Draco uttered, his grey eyes meeting hers, “I’ll do it for you, Darling” he added, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. (Y/N) smiled against his kiss, pressing her forehead against his once he pulled away. 

“I appreciate it, Draco,” She whispered, pressing a light kiss against the tip of his nose, “and don’t forget, I promised you a little reward if you behave.” (Y/N) added seductively, leading Draco’s hands underneath her short skirt. 

Draco hummed contently, harshly squeezing the back of her thighs and lifting her against his body, her legs wrapping instinctively over his hips, “Well then, I’ll make sure to be on my best behavior,” He said, kissing her once again and setting her down in front of him, “We better get going, it’s not polite to keep them waiting.”

(Y/N) laughed at his change of behavior, taking one final look in the mirror, and heading towards the door. A loud smack suddenly filled the room, earning a small yelp of surprise from (Y/N), “Draco!” she exclaimed, turning to face her seemingly innocent boyfriend, “Why don’t you save the spanking for later?” she teased as Draco chuckled. 

“Alright, alright,” He added, raising his arms defensively, “but you are aware of how much I adore those little skirts you wear.”

(Y/N) opened the door of the boys’ dormitory and took another glance back at Draco, “and that is exactly why I wear them,” She winked and scurried down the stairs, filling the stairwell with her giggles as Draco chased behind her. 

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Meanwhile, at the Three Broomsticks, Ron Weasley let out his fourth impatient huff of the afternoon, leaning his hand into his palm with a noticeable scowl on his face. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he grumbled, taking another swig of his Butterbeer as they waited. 

Hermione sighed once again, “Ron, this is for (Y/N), just try to give him a chance.” Even though she was attempting to sound positive, Hermione could not help feel wary of what was to come. They had never seen eye to eye with Draco Malfoy and his new position on Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad made the situation even more cumbersome. 

“Ron’s right, Hermione,” added Harry, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into his seat, “I find it hard to believe that Malfoy has a ‘good’ side.” Hermione scoffed at his words, glaring at the crabby boys beside her, “Oh, stop it!” exclaimed Hermione, “You two know how much (Y/N) cares for him, we at least have to make the effort to talk to him.” Ron and Harry looked towards each other, exchanging abhorrent looks until Hermione elbowed them both. 

“Bloody hell, Hermione!” exclaimed Ron, tenderly rubbing his aching side, but quickly shut up once he noticed the presence of his friend (Y/N) and her boyfriend. Hermione quickly rose from her seat and greeted (Y/N) with a tight hug before awkwardly turning to face the silent Draco Malfoy. 

“Hello, Draco” she greeted, extending her hand for him to shake. Draco shifted his eyes towards (Y/N) who gave an encouraging nod as he gripped Hermione’s outstretched hand. 

“Hello, Granger,” He replied, a meek smile playing at his lips as he turned towards the boys sitting at the booth, “Weasley, Potter, good to see you.” 

Ron absentmindedly let his jaw drop, hesitantly replying “Erm- Good to see you too, Malfoy”, carelessly scratching his head as Hermione returned to her seat beside him. Harry, however, did not speak, he only acknowledged Draco with a subtle nod of the head as he sipped his Butterbeer. Draco smiled towards (Y/N), pulling a chair out and gesturing for her to take a seat, “I’ll go order us some more drinks,” He stated, kissing the top of his girlfriend’s head before sauntering away.

�� Ron watched Draco go in shock, “good to see you?!” he whispered harshly, slapping his hand against his forehead, “I sound like a prat!”. Hermione scowled once again, shooting a reassuring look towards (Y/N), “Ron’s just getting used to this, I’m sure he’ll behave once Draco returns” she stated comfortingly, taking (Y/N)’s hand into hers with a smile, “But honestly, I didn’t expect him to say that either.”

(Y/N) laughed, patting the top of Hermione’s hand as she glanced back at Draco at the bar, “I told you he was polite,” she added with a grin, “You just have to get to know him.” With nearly perfect timing, Draco returned and took a seat next to his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around the back of her chair. Ron examined the situation carefully, his protective instinct rising as Malfoy got closer to his friend.

“Madam Rosmerta will bring our drinks soon, I also requested an assortment of pastries” Draco spoke out, lacing his fingers with (Y/N)’s underneath the wooden table, “My treat,” he added, earning a satisfied smile from his girlfriend. 

Some of Ron’s animosity disappeared at the mention of free food and he gave a small nod of appreciation towards Draco, “Thanks, Malfoy” he uttered, looking towards Harry and Hermione who were also having a difficult time understanding this “new” side of Malfoy. 

A wave of silence fell over them. It seemed like they were unsure of who should speak first, but upon feeling the gentle squeeze of (Y/N)’s hand, Draco cleared his throat, “So, (Y/N) tells me you two taught her how to play Quidditch,” he added, nodding his head towards Harry and Ron curiously. 

“Uh, yeah,” Harry replied, speaking up for the first time since the couple’s arrival, “(Y/N)’s a natural though, it didn’t take long for her to learn the basics.” 

“That reminds me,” added Ron, grinning as Madame Rosmerta set down their freshly baked pastries and full goblets of Butterbeer, “(Y/N), you haven’t told us your favorite Quidditch team! I think you should have a pretty good idea at this point,” he said, bringing his cup to his lips to take a generous gulp. 

(Y/N) took the opportunity to play a joke on her friends, taking a bite of her warm apple tart before saying, “Why! The Chudley Cannons, of course!” 

Harry immediately regretted taking such a big drink, choking on the liquid before (Y/N) even finished her sentence. Hermione let out a panicked squeal, patting Harry’s back as he violently coughed, “T-The Chudley Cannons?! Have you gone mad?!” He exclaimed tearfully, looking towards (Y/N) in bewilderment. 

Ron subtly placed his hand over his mouth, concealing his smile as Harry finished up his coughing fit. Draco, on the other hand, could not hide his amusement and snickered at Potter’s antics. (Y/N) burst laughing at Harry’s reaction, quickly shaking her head, “I was just pulling your leg! The Chudley Cannons are complete rubbish!” 

Ron let out an angry scoff, “Hey! It is just a management problem! The players are quite good!” He defended while Harry violently shook his head. 

“I’m glad it was just a joke, I was ready to take you to Madam Pomfrey” Harry exclaimed, dabbing his mouth with a napkin and sinking back into his seat.

“And what would she have done?” Hermione asked dubiously, taking a bite of a pumpkin pasty.

“Unless she knew a cure for madness, she would not have been much help,” chuckled Draco as he sipped his Butterbeer, earning a noticeable smile from Ron and Hermione. 

Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed pastry off the tray, “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled in annoyance, “She could’ve examined (Y/N)’s head or something, I don’t know”

“Who do you follow then, Potter?” Asked Draco curiously, wrapping his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders as they continued their conversation. 

“Uh-” Harry paused, caught off-guard by his question“Well, the Bulgarian team has some great players, but I’d say it’s between them and Ireland” He admitted, recalling the 1994 Quidditch World Cup, “Can’t say I have a favorite, though” 

“The Gryffindor team is definitely your favorite,” teased (Y/N), “but that is a bit biased since you are their Seeker.”

Harry playfully rolled his eyes at her comment, “Can you honestly say your favorite team isn’t the Slytherin team?” He asked, pointing an accusatory finger towards (Y/N). Both she and Draco laughed, shrugging at Harry’s reasonably accurate comment, “You got me there” she admitted.

“We are quite good,” Draco admitted proudly with a nod of the head, “Never lost a match until you came along,” he added, shrugging towards Harry, “I promise we’ll beat you next time, (Y/N) and I have been training non-stop.” 

Harry snickered at Draco’s comment, “We’ll see about that, Malfoy,” he grinned, “I’m not going to let you off easy just because you’re with (Y/N).” 

Draco clicked his tongue in amusement, “I want a fair match, Potter.” He stated sternly, “I wouldn’t be satisfied if I won a match just because you threw it” 

“Then we’ll settle this on the field,” Harry stated confidently, raising his Butterbeer in satisfaction and finishing it off. 

After a surprisingly pleasant outing, the five of them walked back towards the castle, hoping Professor Umbridge would not catch them sneaking in the extra special butterbeer Madam Rosmerta brewed per Draco’s request (and compensation, of course). Disregarding educational decree number twenty-six, Draco snaked his arm around (Y/N)’s waist, pulling her closer to him as they strode towards the Great Hall. Once there, Hermione gave (Y/N) a hug as they happily exchanged goodbyes for the evening. Draco and (Y/N) gave the Golden Trio one final wave before turning towards the direction of the Slytherin common room, making their way there quicker and more excitedly than usual.  

Delighted to find his dormitory empty, Draco urged his girlfriend into the room and swiftly locked the door. Although he would not give her the satisfaction of knowing this information, he actually had a great evening at Hogsmeade with (Y/N) and her friends. However, this realization did not deter Draco’s excitement as he recalled his dear girlfriend’s promise before they left. 

Placing a hand against the small of her back, Draco pushed (Y/N)’s stomach against the dresser she used to tease him earlier. “I’d say I put forth my very best manners today, wouldn’t you agree?” He muttered against her ear, earning a small gasp from her as one of his hands gripped her hip and the other sneaked towards the buttons of her shirt. A sultry moan slid past (Y/N)’s lips as Draco’s hips ground against her clothed behind. 

Encouraged by her noises, Draco wrapped his fingers underneath her chin and lifted it so their eyes met in the mirror, “Should I take that as a yes?” He asked huskily, pressing a kiss against her cheek as he gave her throat a squeeze.

 The boldness she exhibited earlier quickly cast out the window as she gave a rather desperate nod, enthralled by Draco’s movements. (Y/N)’s mind had strayed farther than she had expected it to. It did not matter how confident she acted before their usual teasing started, as soon as his expertly calculated movements began, she became putty in his hands. The feeling of his fingers tracing lines up her thigh until they were hidden under her skirt made her heart beat wildly. Draco carefully inched his fingers up her inner thigh, ghosting them over her dampening core, but moved them away without pressing them into her. Shifting her hips, (Y/N) let out another small whine as she attempted to at least brush herself on Draco’s fingers, earning a small tut from him.  

“Cat got your tongue, Princess?” inquired Draco, his hands moving to flip her skirt up, exposing the flimsy black lace underwear she flashed earlier, “I’m not going to do anything until I hear that pretty little beg of yours…” he added, removing his hands from her body and loosening his emerald green tie, his school robes discarded at his side. Draco’s words sent shivers down (Y/N)’s spine, his low tone forcing her thighs together to provide some friction, something her observant boyfriend had taken note of. 

“Oi, where are your manners?” he retorted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Fed up with her silence, Draco slapped his hand against her exposed ass cheek, the cold, silver rings decorating his fingers adding another layer of pleasure as she gasped harshly. “I’m not going to ask you again,” With that, Draco hooked his index fingers underneath the lacy fabric and yanked it down her ankles, her arousal on full display. 

“I-I’m- Please, Draco,” (Y/N) whined out, squeezing her thighs together in front of him, “I need you, please touch me..!” She begged, another gasp overtaking her as Draco swiped two fingers against her folds. 

“That’s a good girl,” He praised, dipping the press a kiss against the back of her neck, smirking at her moans as he finally inserted a finger inside of her, “Keep making those noises for me and I’ll reward you” demanded Draco, lowering himself onto his knees as he pumped his fingers. Flattening his tongue against her folds, (Y/N) let out a sensual moan, her hands reaching for the corners of the dresser in an attempt to anchor her shaking legs. Draco smirked as (Y/N) shuddered at the sudden loss of contact, rising to his feet while he fiddled with his belt, “Let’s get started then, shall we?” He stated, kicking his trousers away and gripping (Y/N)’s hips tightly, her skirt pushed up to her waist as he ground his erection against her needy core. 

As their moans and groans echoed throughout the empty room, Draco could not help but think about giving in to her requests more often. If all of them ended with her writhing and calling his name underneath him, he did not have any qualms with entertaining Potter and his friends for the afternoon.

[alexiethymia]

five and his siblings

or me back to my overanalyzing bs or five as a convenient mouthpiece for why I love the other siblings through their dynamic. If you expect this to be coherent, HA! anyway, moving on. 

five and luther: I need them to be twins like in the comic so bad. See in the beginning, you could contrast them as luther being the most loyal (to their Father) and Five possibly being the most rebellious. Dutiful son vs. li’l sh*t. The most lawful good and moral vs. lawful neutral amoral. But see Five is as loyal as Luther, only it’s towards their family and not Reginald (and that’s also interesting to me, if Five considers ‘Dad’ and ‘Mom’ part of the ‘family’ he’s desperate to save. Hard to say for sure since we don’t really get interactions with him and ‘Mom’. Meanwhile, he refers to Pogo as a family friend). 

And then that contrast between the first two episodes of Season 1 and Season 2. In S1, Luther just wants to help Five. and Five doesn’t want him to (understandably because he’s still reeling from the trauma), while in S2 it’s Five asking for help from Luther and Luther refusing. You also have Luther learning how to ‘fight dirty’. 

But see, it matters that Luther is the one Five eventually turns to first after Diego was a bust. And eventually, Luther proves worthy of that trust. Luther is also the one he asks for help when he’s facing his paradox psychosis. I like that trustworthiness and steadiness that is Luther, and how Luther was the assigned leader, but Five somehow becomes their figurative leader in gathering everyone together and getting things done. 

five and diego: They’re always such a fun duo. I think it’s because Diego is probably the second most like Five. I’ve said it before, but I think they’re the tsunderes of the family, the most outwardly hostile and snarky, and yet the most violently overprotective of the others. I like how they now have the Commission in common, and despite it being the end of the world, they make a competition out of it! 

It was hilariously hypocritical for Five to say that the Commission wouldn’t hire Diego because he has an ‘obstinate nature’ when HE IS EXACTLY LIKE THAT. Despite all their similarities, they’re still foils in that Diego is a social extrovert while Five is a murderous introvert. I mean you can see that in the way they solved problems at the Commission. Five plotted and blew stuff up. Diego joined the Resistance and ended up making up a secret handshake in less than an hour? Arguably, as much as I love Five, Diego’s way was more effective. 

This trio is also pretty fun. Like Klaus said, because of their competitive and aggressive personalities, they have to bro it out a couple of times. I like to think that Five is harsher with the both of them as compared to the rest of their siblings (he’s obviously softer on Vanya, and he seems softer with Klaus too) because he considers them his equals as protectors of the family. 

five and allison: I’ve mentioned my favorite five and allison moments already in a previous post, but honestly we were robbed in s2! Well, I guess it’s a hint that the ONLY time anything went smoothly in S2 was when Five picked up Allison, and by extension Klaus. Ugh, we got the mopey lovesick trio with Luther, Diego, and Vanya. Why couldn’t we get interactions with the other trio? That would’ve been so much fun, I think.

Anyway, although this is only head canon, I think the only other sibling Five considers as a competent adult would be Allison. If they partnered up, with their combined smarts, they could get so much done! 

five and klaus: They’re seemingly the most different. Klaus is the most open with everything, and Five is just this closed armadillo. Klaus is sexy trash and Five is the man with the plan. But that scene between them in Season 1 Episode 2 was just brilliant. They’re both guile heroes, and Klaus is creative in a way Five can sometimes appreciate. We know Five can smile, like his murder smiles, and even sincerely because of his family members, but, and despite it being an acting failure once, I like how Klaus can genuinely make him laugh, even when he’s trying not to.

More than that, Klaus said it best, the both of them are addicts. I think Klaus is becoming more well-adjusted lately. I actually think when they finally evade the apocalypse for good and things are back to normal, Klaus is the best person to help Five live a normal life.

In the original script, Five said Vanya and Klaus were the only ones among the siblings he trusted. I really wanted to know why. I mean he still says he trusts Vanya in the show and goes to Klaus after Vanya for assistance with his scheme at Meditech, but I wonder what was behind the choice to have Five say he trusted Klaus, the family’s ‘basket case’, over the other seemingly more ‘responsible’ members. 

five and ben: We have even less interactions with Five and Ben, than with Five and Allison. That is a travesty that has to be remedied in s3. Again, the hints we have are intriguing, like how Five calls Ben’s name after Vanya’s in the apocalypse, and how he was the only one to ask Klaus if Ben came back with them in their time travel. 

five and vanya: I need a whole separate post about these two because they just give me too much feels. I will say this though. I just find it so interesting how two seemingly polar opposites could end up such good friends (based on the hints we’ve been given) - the rebellious and brilliant one with the ordinary wallflower - but then I realized, they probably got along so well because of how alike they are. 

Besides being arguably the most powerful in their family, and being introverts to boot, based on what we saw of Vanya’s history, she was probably the most rebellious among the Hargreeves children and not Five. I just really love their dynamic in both s1 and s2.

[the-genderless-cavalry]

Super roommates; Chapter 2

Summary: Virgil responded to a craigslist ad about renting a house with 3 other people. There were a few warnings. Fires, messy environment, etc. But it did say that the house mates respect boundaries and personal space. That and the extremely cheap price bought Virgil on the spot.  What wasn’t listed was that his three roommates were actually superheroes. This was a terrible turn of events for Virgil, seeing as though he was the villain who owned the headquarters the Trio destroyed a few weeks ago. Pairings: Prinxiety (Romantic), Platonic LAMP

A world that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all *Knock Knock* So paint it black And take it back Let's shout it loud and clear

*Knock Knock Knock*

Defiant to the end We hear the call

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* To carry on We'll carry on-

“Alright! Alright! Geez” Virgil stated, turning off the music as a sign of defeat. He got up from his bed and dragged himself to the door. Opening it and looking at the unwanted visitor with a snarl. “Can I help you?” He asked sarcastically.  Logan adjusted his glasses, unfazed at the response of his new roommate. “Patton cooked dinner, come up-” That was when Logan stopped. His unfazed look turned into a shocked and confused one. He caught a glimpse of the  room behind the emo. The once cyan boring room became a dark cave for nightowls and emos like Virgil. 

Logan tore his gaze from the room and turned to Virgil. “How did-” Logan asked, before shutting his mouth again. He had no words to help aid him in his attempt for a sentence. He awkwardly pointed backwards, gesturing for him to go out and upstairs. Virgil stepped outside and closed the door, Logan moving to the side as he did so. “K, let’s go” Virgil’s unamused reply shattered the awkward tension. 

Virgil followed Logan upstairs, every step echoing through the silent atmosphere. “How did you move all those? We didn’t notice you moving furniture to your room. You know you could have always asked help from us. We’re your house mates, so we should all get along” Logan said. Yeah, that ain’t happening anytime soon. Virgil hated heroes. So, for now, he figured he’ll play along. “Yeah, sure. Just didn’t want to bother you guys” Virgil shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. 

They reached the kitchen just in time to see Patton setting down a plate of meatloaf while Roman was pouring lemonade in each glass. The table had four chairs now, unlike this morning with only three. Maybe they were too busy ruining villains’ lives to remember they have a new house mate?  “Heya kiddo! I hope you’re not allergic to garlic, because I made garlic meatloaf! My special recipe” Patton winked before turning around and grabbing a bowl of salad. “And salad! Because vegetables are important!” 

“No, I’m not” He said, plopping himself a seat across from Roman, who took a seat after filling everyone’s glasses with the sour-sweet beverage. As Logan took a seat across an empty chair, presumably Patton’s, Patton was cutting up pieces of meatloaf into 8 equal parts, giving each head two slices each. He also placed an equal amount of salad on the side. As Virgil stared at the food in front of him, the others were already taking their first bites. How long has it been since Virgil had a homemade meal? ...Maybe the last meal where his parents were alive? Yeah. Any meal after their death was either from a restaurant, take out or instant noodles. Surprising how he survived this long with just those three options for food. “Virgil, aren’t you going to eat? Patton put a lot of effort into this!”  Roman asked, his mouth half full. When was the last time he ate with anybody? A few years, maybe? D.C and the other villains  usually have pizza, so Virgil took some to his room. But now, here he is. Eating with superheroes who are out to get him. 

“Virgil?” Roman asked again. He snapped out to reality and noticed the others looking at him. He felt the pressure in his chest, making his heart pump faster. “Sorry... just thinking. I haven’t had a homemade meal in a while...” Virgil said, his gaze falling to the food. “Then get used to it, you’ll be getting loads of them from now on!” Patton said, stuffing another forkful of meat into his mouth. Virgil stuck his fork into the slice of meat and cut a piece off. He brought the food to his mouth and ate it. The taste of garlic and other spices blended well together with the meat. A small smile made its way to his mouth. He took another bite. And another. And another. Until his entire plate was empty. He chugged the sweet tasting lemonade, the sugar blending extremely well with the sourness of the lemon. He hadn’t had a meal like this in forever. 

“You really do look like you enjoy home cooking, huh?” Logan asked, gesturing around his mouth. Virgil took the hint and grabbed a napkin from the container in front of them that was next to the sauces. He wiped the salad dressing and meatloaf juices off his face. “Yeah. I guess so” He said. He had a strange feeling. It felt weird, painful for his heart. And yet, he loved it. He hated to admit it, but he enjoyed the company of the superheroes. Maybe they weren’t so-

The notification of his phone broke the moment. Everyone looked at Virgil. He took out his phone and cautiously checked it. 

D.C.

We have work to do. Meet us at the house at 12

Midnight? Really? “Who was it, Virgil?” Patton asked as he was grabbing the plates off the table. “Just my boss. He needs me to go to work at midnight. Must be a busy night if the cashier had to tune out so early” Virgil said. He wasn’t lying, they need him to work at midnight. Hoarfrost must not have wanted to work tonight, he usually ducks out of missions so Virgil has to be called. Not his problem, he was the one getting paid instead of him. “Ah. Poker houses do have that habit, do they not?” Logan said, lifting his head from a book about trigonometry. He must be tutoring tomorrow. Patton sets the dishes in the sink, ready to wash. “Ah! Patton, I can do it” Virgil volunteered. “It’s fine, kiddo! I’m the one doing chores around here” Patton laughed it off. “But you cooked the meal! And I can’t just let you have more things to do. Just, let me do it?” Virgil insisted. He wasn’t taught that way. Even villains have manners, too. Before Patton could object, Virgil already had the plates and sponge he was holding in hand. Black gloves that seemingly came from no where protected his hands from the suds and water.

“If you insist, kiddo... but... are you really sure? You know I can just-” Patton said before noticing Virgil already started rinsing the extra food scraps off the plate. Patton sighed, defeated, before going to the living room. He looked behind him,and noticed Roman and Logan were gone. He smirked before turning back to his task. He grabbed each plate and black glazed over each one, becoming shiny clean. He knew Patton was Tidal, a member of the crystal trio who can control water, but he couldn’t let someone who has done him one solid do him another without being paid back. His parents would’ve been disappointed.

...

Virgil put all the dishes into (hopefully) it’s rightful containers and withdrew back to his room. He passed by Patton and Logan, who were already heading upstairs to turn in for the night. They both greeted Virgil a safe night and Virgil greeted them good night before separating. He noticed Roman on the couch, watching Mulan on the TV. He watched from behind the couch until finally making a remark. “So, watching a Disney movie at 9 pm?” Virgil asked. Roman looked at Virgil, his gaze looking a little offended. “You can never be too old for Disney!” Roman yelled before throwing a pillow to Virgil’s face.”Hey! I didn’t say that! I meant is this normal for you? Watching Disney movies at this time of night?” Virgil clarified. “Ah! Well, before sleeping, I always end my day with a Disney movie. It just helps give the day a good ending” Roman explained. Poetic. Really poetic. He might as well be an actual prince himself. “Would you like to join me? You’ve been watching behind the couch for a good 2 minutes” Roman invited. Virgil’s face flushed. Had he really been standing there for that long? “Sure, I have 3 more hours before I have to go to work, anyways” Virgil said before setting himself down on the couch. The hero and villain sat at both ends of the couch, as far apart as possible to avoid anything awkward happening. As extra protection, Roman set the bowl of popcorn between them- providing as a barricade for the two. 

Every song that played in the movie, they both sang along. Virgil had stopped watching Disney movies when he was 12, after he lost his parents; but still remembered most of the lyrics. Roman had the majority of lyrics sung, seeing as though it was his favorite movie. Nevertheless, they still had fun.

Two and a half hours later and they finished mulan and the lion king. Virgil glanced over at the clock to see he had 25 minutes to get ready. “Well, I better get going” Virgil said, getting up. He only realized now that he and Roman were sitting next to each other. Roman grabbed Virgil’s hand, stopping him from moving out. “In that?” Roman asked, looking at Virgil head to toe. His outfit did get wrinkled thanks to the small marathon they had, but honestly, Virgil couldn’t care less what he wore. Roman thinks the world of it. When Virgil shrugged, Roman stood up and quickly ran to his room- Virgil still in hand. 

They ran through the hallway and reached the view-tuber's room. They quickly got in and that was when Roman released Virgil’s hand. Roman quickly went to his closet and rummaged through the assortment of clothes. Virgil stood awkwardly, his hand holding onto the his other arm. “Aha!” Roman pulled out a purple turtleneck, a black jacket, black jeans and black camper boots. “These will fit you nicely! And just your style too!” Roman threw them to the emo before shoving him into his bathroom. “Try them on!” Roman said before closing the door. Virgil quickly locked the door and sighed. What was happening? How did he get into this situation? He examined the clothes. They were in fine condition, however the angel wing design at the back of the jacket bothered him. He simply shrugged it off and tried the combo on. 

He took off his jacket and shirt to reveal scars all over his body. Scars that were once wounds he had to heal by himself. Thanks to those heroes. He had to keep reminding himself who the true enemies are. People who are sharing the same house as him. He put on the clothes and looked at himself. It was okay, he looked decent. He would have preferred a hoodie, but this is good enough.  He grabbed his old clothes and walked out of the bathroom to find Roman waiting for him at his vanity. Roman beamed when he saw him. “You look stunning! I knew they’d fit you. Put your clothes in my laundry basket behind my bathroom door and come over here. I’m gonna fix your makeup” Roman said. Virgil put his clothes in his laundry basket and walked over to the prince.

Prince grabbed a few eye shadows and concealers and worked his magic on Virgil’s face. “You know, I run a view-tube channel with over 2 million subs. You might have heard about me, Prince Creativity. I make-” “Fashion and makeup videos. Yes I’ve heard of you. I used to watch your videos a lot” Virgil said, finishing Roman’s sentence for him. The egoist’s expression showed shock and astonishment. “Really now?” Roman asked, a smirk playing his lips. “I suppose I was also the one who taught you how to put on our makeup?” Virgil nodded in response.  Roman looked at the vanity mirror with Virgil with a proud look on his face. Virgil looked even more dark and sinister than he was before, but it complemented his outfit nicely.

As Virgil stared into the mirror, Roman chuckled. “Your hair is an extremely dark shade of black. Almost looks dyed” Roman said. Virgil shrugged. “It’s natural, believe me” “And your eyes?” Roman cocked his head to the side, smile still visible on his face. “What about my eyes?” He checked and wanted to sigh in relief to see they’re still black. “They’re like a pair of black diamonds in the midst of a wide variety of brightly colored gems” Roman said. To that, Virgil didn’t know how to respond. Is that a good or bad thing? But before he could ask for clarification, Roman had already placed his left hand on Virgil’s right shoulder. “And I mean it in a good way. You’re a good man, Virgil Dean” That struck Virgil hard. He wasn’t supposed to be a good person. He was supposed to be a villain. A person who tries to get rid of the godforsaken hero filth that crawls on this Earth. “Yeah” Virgil laughed awkwardly before standing up. “I should get going. My boss will get angry” Virgil said, seeing Roman follow his action. “And I have to get to bed, I’m going to be making another video tomorrow, and Princes have to slay” The motto of his channel. He loved the fact that Roman could use his last name in so many motivational quotes and slogans. Virgil gave a small smile before leaving him, saluting the man in bed as he closed the door. 

Virgil hurriedly ran down the stairs to see he only had five minutes to get there. Instead of hurrying, however; he simply relaxed and walked out of the door.  As soon as he closed the door, he sunk into the shadows- not a single trace left behind.